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geekgirl750-writes · 7 months

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Random Headcanons for the Scream (1996) Group

A/N Okay so I know I've been promising a bunch of fics and they will be coming...eventually. But right now I have major Scream brainrot so here are some of my headcanons for the characters

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Billy & Stu being misogynistic, mentions of bullying, mentions of cheating, brief mention of alcohol, mention of murder/canon typical violence in Scream

Billy is the oldest and Randy is the youngest

More specifically the birth order goes Billy, Tatum, Sidney, Stu & then Randy

Billy & Tatum's birthdays are both in September and are two weeks apart

Sidney's birthday is in November

Stu's birthday is in late March because in my mind there is no way that man is not an Aries

Randy's birthday is only about a month after Stu's, but Stu uses any chance he gets to bring up the fact that Randy is the "baby" of the group to piss him off

For example:

Stu cuts off Randy during one of his rants about how the sinners are always punished in horror movies because, "What do you know about the sex rules in horror movies, anyways huh?! You're such a virgin, I bet you have wet dreams about Jamie Lee's breasts" Stu chuckles, blowing air in Randy's ear.

"Shut up!" Randy argues back, he feels a blush spread across his face and up to his ears.

"Aww look Billy, the baby's blushing. It is true!" Stu laughs louder.

"I'm not a baby! Your birthday is only 3 weeks before mine!" Randy pouts.

"Whatever you say, baby" Stu sticks his tongue out at Randy, devolving into a fit of laughter at his expense.

Randy has autism (I feel like this one isn't even up for debate)

Stu has ADHD and dyslexia

Tatum isn't a natural blonde:

Her real hair color is a shade of brown slightly lighter than Sidney's. She started dying her hair during junior year because she wanted to stand out more

Speaking of hair dying, Stu definitely bleached his hair sophomore year (think Tim Laflour from Senseless) just to piss off his parents

I wouldn't say Tatum is boy crazy but I think she definitely likes knowing that she can hold a man's attention

I feel like Stu and Tatum haven't been dating that long, having only gotten together about 6-8 months before the start of Scream

I also think Stu is Tatum's first real relationship

I feel like Sidney and Casey Becker would have been besties if they had gotten the chance to get closer

Tatum was always secretly a little insecure whenever Casey got brought up but if she had really gotten to know her they would've been friendly too.

I think Stu used to tell Tatum lies about Casey/ Casey & his relationship to make Tatum jealous on purpose

Literally if it wasn't for Stu then Sidney, Tatum and Casey would've been such an iconic girl group

I think in terms of distance Randy and Tatum live closest to each other, their houses are only a few blocks away from each other near the center of town

Billy also lives close to the center but heading the opposite direction from Tatum and Randy

Sidney's house is closet to Stu's with the two of them living on the outskirts of town in the more rural area.

Group hangouts & movie nights are usually at Stu's place because his house has the most space and his parents are rarely home

Occasionally Randy will host movie nights at his house but not as often as Stu because whenever the group hangs out at Randy's, Martha wants to be included

And while Randy loves his sister, they can't really watch slasher movies and drink beer with a kid hanging around

I think before Maureen was murdered the gang would hang out at Sidney's house a lot too

But after she died, Sidney found it hard to have company over because it reminded her of all the memories she had of her mom, like her baking cookies for Sid & her friends, or all the times she had begged her mom to let Tatum sleep over on a school night, and now it was too painful to try and create new happy memories in the house since she was gone

Billy always preferred hanging out at Stu's as he was finding it harder and harder to be at the Prescott's house

Each time he walked through the door he could feel his blood boiling thinking about what was going on between Sidney's mother and his father & how much of a slut Maureen was

Okay so I've found myself struggling to figure out how Randy ended up in that friend group

Because for me I think Sidney and Tatum have been best friends for forever, having been friends since the 1st grade

Stu and Billy have also been friends a long time, meeting each other in the 3rd grade when Billy's family moved to Woodsboro and the two instantly clicked.

But Randy... he feels like a bit of an outsider compared to the other boys and I doubt him and Tatum would have been friends first if it wasn't for the fact they already had mutual friends

I think Sidney was the one to introduce Randy to the group:

Like it's the 7th grade and Sidney and Tatum are a school dance (I'm imagining something like the Snow Ball from Stranger Things) and this group of popular guys come running up to them snickering being like "Our friend has a crush on you! This guy wants to ask you out... we're totally like his best friends." And Sidney can tell something is up

She sees the group of boys gesturing to this geeky looking kid sitting by himself all awkward on the bleachers and instantly knows that he's the butt of some practical joke.

"He wants to make out with you! He told me himself!" The leader of the group laughs pointing at Sidney.

"Leave us alone you creeps!" Tatum yells back, pulling her and Sidney away from the boys before they take off laughing.

And then Sidney is just standing there looking at this poor kid alone on the bleachers and before she can stop herself, she's walking over to him

Tatum is just watching her like girl wtf are you doing?!

Sidney sits down beside him and introduces herself

Needless to say Randy is shocked, like why is this cute girl talking to him of all people!?

"Hey I'm sorry those guys are such jerks! Would you like to dance with my friend and me?" Sidney asks pointing to Tatum

And then it's literally love at first sight for Randy.

Randy spends the rest of the night dancing and talking with the girls and Sidney starts to realize maybe this kid isn't all that weird and annoying after all

After the dance, Sidney and Randy start saying hi to each other in the halls or occasionally eating lunch together until it grows into a fully formed friendship

Also just because Tatum wasn't super open to Randy in the beginning doesn't mean that they're not besties now

Because they are!

I see Tatum and Randy being big time gossip buddies

Like Randy is obviously really nerdy so I see him as being the type of guy other people don't really pay attention to

Which means the more popular students will be gossiping right in front of him like he's not even there and Randy's holding on to every single word

Like one time he was sitting in the library only pretending to type up his English essay because the two girls next to him were whispering about how Christina from his biology class had not only gotten knocked up over summer break but how her boyfriend might not be the father because "Casey like totally saw her sneaking upstairs with this scary-looking guy at Steve Orth's 4th of July party"

And Randy is sitting there feeling like his head is going to explode if he doesn't immediately run and share this news with Tatum so the two can swap theories on who the mystery guy is

Stu likes to gossip too but Tatum is selective with what she tells him because he's a blabbermouth and will spread the stories all over school

I feel like the friendship as we see it in the opening of Scream didn't happen right away

Like usually it was just Billy & Stu hanging out and then Sidney & Tatum, or Randy and the girls hanging out separately

It was until freshman year that the 5 of them all started hanging out as one big group as Billy and Sidney got closer

Randy didn't want to admit it to the girls but I think he was happy at first to have some guy friends around

Although tbh Billy and Stu are more like his frenemies at best with how much they like to abuse and tease him

I like to headcanon that Randy was raised by a single mom, with his dad walking on the family when Randy was 8, leaving his mom to take care of him and Martha by herself

Because of this I think Randy can struggle a bit with his masculinity sometimes

I think before the murders he used to look to Billy and Stu as sort of guides on how to be "manly"

But as he got older, like during junior/early senior year, he started to see just how much of misogynistic jerks the two were

I think Randy is closer to Stu than Billy

Like during the rare moments where Stu isn't making fun of him they actually have similar interests in terms of movies and will chat about that

I don't think Randy ever really liked Billy as he always saw him as a sort of competition for Sidney's affection

But I feel like he tried to make an effort to get along with Billy until the start of their junior year:

Billy's mom had left him and his dad under mysterious circumstances a week before the start of the new school year & Billy had been acting a little more off than usual

Randy feeling empathetic towards him and remembering what it was like when his dad left tried to start a conversation with Billy about it:

"Hey, Billy I know we've never been as close as you and Stu but if you want to talk about y'know... your mom" Randy trailed off, glancing at Billy over the door to his locker, Billy's face unreadable. "Look I remember when my dad left I-"

Before Randy could finish his sentence, Billy grabbed him by the shirt collar, shoving him harshly into the wall of lockers.

"Listen shithead! Your father ran off with his cum dump slut of a secretary," Billy sneered his face inches from Randy's, a look of anger in his eyes that Randy had never seen before. "Don't try and fucking act like you understand any of this."

Billy let go slamming him back into the lockers and storming off, leaving Randy scared and speechless.

Billy gave Randy a half assed apology later that day during lunch, saying all the stress at home was getting to him and urged Randy to keep the whole situation between the two of them

Randy agreed but never truly forgave Billy and lost all trust in him after that

Lastly, this might be controversial but I feel like the queer relationship between Stu and Billy was one sided

Like Stu definitely had a crush on Billy

And Billy liked Stu because he was "different" and "understood him", but his feelings towards Stu weren't as strong as Stu's were for him

I kinda feel like Billy used Stu's crush to manipulate him a bit

Like Stu definitely went along with the murders of his own accord because he's sick and twisted and thought they were fun

But I think Billy sold him on this lie of how the pair would be the two sole survivors and they would go on to create a sequel

While Billy cared for Stu, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him if it meant he could get away with his plan as revenge was always what was most important to him

And one thing about Stu is that guy has a big mouth

He could barely go one day without not so subtly bragging about how he and Billy murdered Casey and Steve

I doubt Billy expected him to be able to keep the whole events of the Woodsboro murders a secret for very long

Which is why I think Billy cut him a little too deeply in the kitchen scene on purpose

Stu was just his muscle and lap dog to help him carry out his big plan

Billy always saw himself as the lone "final girl" in his revenge plot so Stu bleeding out from his wounds wouldn't have been that big of an issue to him

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clarajohnson · 4 months

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the magicians s2e6

quentin coldwater you are so goddamn embarrassing i love you

once again alice is such a fun fucking character. she liked when q did pretend cirque du soleil ????? i could cry !!!!

margo's outfits are improving but i'm looking forward to when we get past the amazon corsets

the only thing better than "no offense q but you're a little crazy right now" is him blithely acknowledging it, "maybe, yeah"

my children loved me i was a good mother!

NIFFIN ALICE I LOVE YOU FOREVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!

i couldn't possibly make fun of q for trying to summon niffin alice like sorry you would do it too for alice quinn

best bitches !!!! they could've parented a demon baby together it would've been okay

okay i think he actually would've liked a unicorn milk latte. or have requested one in earnest at least.

like i need more people calling me daddy!

something hale and summer do is they occasionally adopt the same affect, the same intonation, it's such a subtle thing and it doesn't come up all the time but it so clearly telegraphs that these people are completely tethered to each other

"i know my daughter she's trying to protect us" oh PLEASE

ughhhhhhhhhhh i forgot about loria. oh my god fuck your parents dude. BUT ELIOT DON'T !!!!!

cin-ci-nahhh-tee.

SCREAM at the virgin queen margo

god fillory is so much fun like it's total bullshit all the time but it's also SO fun i enjoy that half of the plot so much

what's fen's title? do we know? queen consort? she has to have a title right

"if ess was a girl and you found pussy you know interesting in a sometimes you like thai food kind of way"

not to do this because i do this constantly all the time but margo hanson is my best friend i'm in love with her

don't worry the thing will not be born AUGH once again i feel like this is such a randomly traumatic plot to force on julia

niffin alice has terrible posture. somebody get her a better niffin bra!

q thinks people's love for him is so conditional every time it comes up it makes me so sad. also i would like for him to get a better hair routine i know grief and everything but dude it's stringy.

i remember when i first watched this episode i wanted daniel to have died from falling off the ladder he doesn't even deserve all that i was just mad at him for being a shit dad

ess is hot but not hot enough to act like this. you're a virgin to me sweetheart? i think margo should be allowed to kill him.

actually margo should be allowed to kill me if she wants to

queliot obviously first most tragic romance in the magicians but fen/baylor is possibly ranked second when you think about it. wait kady/penny. okay fen/baylor is top three.

JESUS CHRIST I FORGOT ABOUT DANA'S WHOLE THING

even i studied and i'm dead!

it's so sweet that she has dreams about forgetting to study. sorry i feel like somebody applauding disney for having a gay character but i genuinely like the female characters in this show so much. they get to do all kinds of shit! and feel shit!

yeah honestly the reynard plot occasionally veers into an almost anti-choice rhetoric, i could have done without like 90% of this plot

i love asking questions that have a 50/50 shot of being resolved in this episode but do we ever find out who dana's son is

once again! best bitches!

you guys have been so royally fucked with! sometimes the florida jumps out of him

"she never figured out how to be a woman" is such an insane thing to say. the magicians should've dug into motherhood more. haha. wrote a thesis on motherhood voice.

I FORGOT ALICE WAS IN THE TATTOO OH MY GODDDDDDD

cripes reynard is so fucking scary

benedict you are an angel

"we're gonna put our jimmy choos so far up your ass you're gonna taste next season" as a declaration of war is unbelievably good

#unauthorized magicians rewatch #the magicians #text

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 2 years

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Little awkward question but you think Harry and Ginny had sex in Hogwarts during HBP? Because many people saying that and some saying Ginny lost hers with Dean. I was so mad when heard and think both are unreal and nonsense. What's your thoughts on this?

Ok, I'm going to answer to this one and I'm going to be very professional about it.

I can do it. I'm old enough.

Let's go in order.

Did Ginny sleep with Dean?

I know that there are people who say this, none of them are very well-versed in these books and especially in Ginny's character, but I think they say it because they think that believing the opposite would be naive or something of the sort.

When I was Ginny's age I had two friends who both had been with their respecting boyfriends for a year. One had done all that one can do and the other had never yet felt ready to do anything of relevance.

When you are fifteen being in a relationship for some months doesn't really mean automatically anything, and whatever Ginny hypothetically did or didn't do would absolutely be her own business. But seeing that we need to find an answer let's examine her personality and relationship with Dean.

Ginny has an enormous trauma linked to opening up to someone she shouldn't have trusted. She doesn't trust easily and she is very guarded as a person.

She gives importance to touch. Harry and Ginny share a love language that is mainly based on looks and touches. For her physical affection bears meaning.

She is a romantic. Ginny's character is based on the combination between a quite harsh side and a very sweet one. A lot of people like to ignore this, because apparently a woman having a full spectrum of emotions is too much for their brains, but Ginny can be very sweet. She is in love with the legend of a hero, she writes love poems, she makes singing get-well cards, she decorates lavishly her house for Christmas, she goes around with a purple pigmy puff, and more importantly, she never really gave up on Harry.

Now her relationship with Dean. It seems to be better than the one with Michael but the good days don't last that much. They got together at the end of her fourth year and didn't see each other for a whole summer, so they basically started dating in September, by Christmas they were already having problems. And in regards to physical touch, there's never any indication of Ginny being particularly affectionate with Dean outside the snogging context and she seems unnerved by the small gestures she's instead so comfortable within her relationship with Harry.

In conclusion, Ginny didn't sleep with Dean. Shocking revelation, I know.

It's made pretty clear in the books that Harry is the one person she allows to break into her emotional sphere something that is also reflected in how she is way more comfortable when touch comes from him rather than Dean. She is also a romantic, someone who would give value to her first time. When you consider all this, combined with the fact that she never gave up on Harry, the answer is clear. It's not like she was 25 and worried she would die a virgin with a hundred cats. She not only would've wanted her first time to be with Harry but he also was the only one she would've been comfortable enough with.

Did Harry and Ginny sleep together in HBP?

JKR is a great writer from several points of view but world buildings and timelines are definitely not her strong suit.

There's a bit of a problem when it comes down to understanding how long Harry and Ginny dated in HBP. The match should be on the 10th of May, or even if not precisely that day, it was still the start of May and from DH we know that Dumbledore died on the 30th of June. This would mean that they dated for more or less seven weeks.

But Harry talks about a few weeks in the break-up scene. Now, I'm not an English native speaker but when I read "few weeks" my brain understands something like three, maybe four weeks? Seeing the context maybe we can interpret it as simply Harry saying that it was not enough, or maybe it just sounded more poetic that "not even two months"?

Anyway, depending on how we want to settle this problem we can discuss how further they went but they didn't sleep together. There's no way in hell that these two would ever do that before saying "I love you", which we know didn't happen. But more importantly, if we read the scene of the kiss from DH, Harry says she was kissing him like never before, if they had sex I doubt he would've said that.

#ginny weasley #harry potter #hinny #dean thomas #harry x ginny #ginny x harry #thegirlwhowrites642HPmeta

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theomnicode · 1 year

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Burden of prophetic sight

I'm checking out our national hymns and shit because it's our national day in 3 days and all of a fucking sudden, I'm punched in the gut about the knowledge of what could have scared Psykos so fucking badly that she refused to talk about and she wanted to stop remembering it and she looked like death warmed over in webcomic.

What would be the worst thing you could see in the future? To you personally and not distantly enough to just ignore if it's too impersonal and wanting to forget it?

What would evoke your survival instincts down to the core in effort to prevent it from happening?

Your own inevitable death and your worst fears.

That is the burden of possessing the ability to see to the future. To see not just your own death, but also the death of everyone else and your loved ones.

She probably saw her own death at Tatsumaki's hands here or Fubuki's death. Or both.

And in the manga...I wonder if it's the same but this time, false memory that were implanted to her head. Or she saw her own demise in the hands of the Tsukuyomi group.

Lady shibabawa died after she had looked into the crystal ball and predicted Earth was in danger, because she took on a cough drop after that and then choked on it, but was still able to write down the prophecy.

Somehow. Not likely.

I think...she made her own prophecy to come true. Or that she wanted to avoid a far worse fate because the prophecy scared her so and she wanted to go out on her own terms because she was already old. She even had assistants around who would've made sure that she'd get help upon seeing she was choking. But that did not apparently happen and they just...let her choke and write her message.

So what is the timeline when she made that prophecy again?

The moment when Saitama realized that he had started caring about potential casualties again. That he would do anything in his power to prevent it from happening.

(haha ominous moon haha)

When the sky was still dark with clouds during daytime.

(Saitama does not consciously even remember Satoru, because he never sees his full face I bet. And Satoru does not remember Saitama back from school because Saitama does not have hair. But the subconscious does.)

(Inb4 Saitama and Satoru used to date too, like Psykos and Fubuki have implied relationship.)

(Purple colour scheme is often used to depict evil in japanese anime, like sasuke's curse mark had evil purple aura on it, but also: "As in the West, purple stands for royalty in Japanese culture. It is also considered the color of warriors, symbolizing strength. Purple flowers are very popular too" So you could say that Saitama gets strenght to protect in that scene from his conviction to care.)

I thought of this because my SO shared with me his thoughts about:

Michael Hartnett's poem of Sibelius in Silence.

Irish drunk and disorderly writer writes from Finland and about himself and sibelius at the same time hartnett is Irish but grew up in England, speaks English and never felt welcome among the Irish irish was not his mother tongue Sibelius was a Finn but grew up in Sweden, spoke Swedish, never felt welcome among Finns… both were alcoholics who drank themselves to death and hartnett foresaw his own death and equated it with the death of Sibelius in that poem there's nothing left but hands shaking with drunkenness, no swans of hell, no sketches (luonnotar, virgin of air, this is a wordplay), no compositions

(The black swan of tuonela reference and Saivo-lake, tuonela as concept meaning both heaven/hell, the afterlife)

"vodka ebbs in tremors from my hand" is fucking brilliant that part of yourself that hasn't disappeared yet, no matter how ethereal, you still feel it when it's still there despite everything. OR ether (aether) no matter how puffed up you are, yeah, I'm still there, yeah, hic wakes up at night at odd hours because genius is a burden and inspiration comes at any moment and voila, finlandian magic is just out of thin air OR can't sleep because drunken insanity ruins your sleep completely and solves the problem by pulling out a bottle of Finlandia

Me: or did he get his strength from the concept of finlandia that hasn't left him yet? SO: or the fact that it listens to finlandia, if you think from hartnet's point of view yeah me: what did he want the anthem to represent SO: you can think of it that way but that whole last verse is a double-meaning at the same time that it hasn't lost itself and is still creating art which was true for both of them. and at the same time that he has completely lost himself to alcoholism and is nothing more than that which was also true for both of them fucking brilliant and rough as fuck ;_;

SO: I suppose that being undead there's not much to life, a soul is needed for loving, feeling

Funnily enough, my SO also pointed out that Saitama's dream being a forewarning of Saitama losing himself, things that are important to him and his being when I said that he prolly foresaw the loss of his self and people who were important to him like Genos, is akin to conspiracy theory and ahaha...this personality type has a tendency to get caught up in conspiracy theories.

I mean, I can pull out outrageous meta which sound like conspiracy theories (like this one) out of thin air. Woosh.

Because cognitive bias is seeking out patterns even when there is none. xd

(I swear I'm just doing this for fun and not seeking out if there is a hidden conspiracy theory. I am making up shit though)

Unfortunately, how does this relates to Saitama?

Chances are, he has already intuitively foreseen his own death, at some subconscious level. Because he started to care again. Since he knows himself well enough that he would know that if he started to care about people again to the degree that he now cares for Genos, he would sacrifice himself for them, because of his caring nature and not having any self-worth.

(Thanks Murata-sensei, I can now see the tired, dark bottom eyelids that are only more pronounced in versus Garou.)

(Ugh now I'm crying again)

(The wounded healer archetype is to be self-sacrificial.)

Or that he will come to consciously see his own demise/fears at some point, when his third eye that is referenced to exist in the Orochi fight opens.

(I bet we will revisit the demise of Orochi as well....thanks Murata-sensei for the hint...)

Saitama is willfull. But what he is susceptible to doing is chasing dopamine highs and addictions. Adrenaline. Gambling. Spontaneously buying some weird shit. Indulging himself with his favourite foods. Because depressed people often are susceptible to doing that stuff because of dopamine deficiency to get dopamine fix.

Including binge drinking alchohol.

Fate can be changed though, due to intervention. Just like Saitama is intervening on Psykos' fate.

But yea, turning to alchoholism would probably be the way for Saitama to try and forget if say, he somehow accidentally managed to kill Genos, if Genos happened to be say, not in complete control of his faculties. Saitama is motivated to forget all sorts of bad stuff even at the cognitive level.

Or hell, feeling guilt over pushing Genos into being a bloody hero, like how Genos decided to confront Awakened Garou while only being a torso. Or worse, compelling him to be self-sacrificial and heroic because of his divine power.

One thing for sure though, Saitama seems to be a person who has the capacity of changing the fate of people around him.

Because conveniently, prophecies can't be trusted. But they sure can become self-fulfilling.

#opm #one punch man #opm meta #opm wc spoilers #psykos #fubuki #saitama #genos #mumen rider #lady shibabawa #prophecy #death #michael hartnett #sibelius in silence #poem #alchoholism

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on Titanic? Especially as a romance? Do you think Rose and Jack would’ve had a HEA if he’d survived (I suppose romance convention dictates yes)?

I saw it again this weekend in the theater and was reminded how much I love it. It’s such an impressive spectacle and Leo and Kate really do have iconic chemistry and give great performances.

Oh, I adore Titanic. I think it's James Cameron's masterpiece (no I am not willing to hear arguments for anything. else.) and the type of movie I wish was made more these days. I've seen it in theaters during one of its previous re-releases. I somewhat purposefully indoctrinated my younger sibling into loving it by playing it all the time when I was watching them in their infancy (one of their first "sentences" was "I'm flying, Jack", a crowning achievement for 13 year old me). The special effects hold up; the script stands up pretty fucking well; the performances are great; it's the kind of un-self-conscious, wholehearted, bombastic movie that isn't made much today. I am, it must be said, a maximalist personality.

As a romance--Titanic, needles to say, isn't a genre romance due to the unhappy ending for Jack and Rose (sort of) but it is an excellent romantic drama. To me, it does an amazing job with getting you invested in a love story between two people who didn't know each other that long but just... clicked. Part of this is due to the script, but I think that basically any successful movie, but especially romantic movies, are successful because of a combination of a good script and good casting. With romance and erotic movies especially, I think that a movie can have a subpar script but make it work as a fun, enjoyable experience if the chemistry is there. Titanic has a good, if unabashedly sentimental script--it's taken over the top by very strong performances from Leo (who.... listen.... morally he is...... going off the deep end and that's all I'll say on that, but he remains one of the most talented actors of his generation) and Kate (who I also find morally kinda bankrupt, but obviously is a great actress--and this was pre "I will do anything for an Oscar" era Kate).

They also had... incredible chemistry. Do people even test for chemistry before casting leads today? Very few people today, I think, even understand what good chemistry is. I keep seeing those Set It Up people (who I like separately as actors, for the record) upheld as peak chemistry. Jesus. Even people who I would say have good chemistry today... often don't have the type of chemistry Leo and Kate have in Titanic and for that matter in Revolutionary Road. You feel the affection, you feel the fondness, you feel a carnality that nevertheless doesn't betray the innocence of the characters (I'm a "Jack was a virgin" truther, and Rose was not but I doubt she'd slept with more than one other person). I'm not ashamed to say that though I have seen this movie more times than I can count--put a few drinks in me and I'll cry at the end. Again. Because you just get so invested in the romance. And of course, also because the movie has like. Popsicle babies. I mean, Titanic was a true tragedy for all involved, and I actually think the movie portrays that pretty well.

But I mean... Yeah, I think those two would've had to get to know each other better, but they would've had an HEA had he lived. I think they clicked very well personalitywise. They loved each other. They had the determination to make it work. The trauma bond alone would've been intense, lol. I also am of the mind that she dies in the end and the final scene is the afterlife, and like.... I'm not saying she didn't love the father of her children... But did she love him AS MUCH? I don't know. Sorry to that man.

But yeah, I agree with you. Sometimes watching it makes me feel sad in a different way, because I feel like the time for movies like that... Truly epic movies where everything looks so tangible and there isn't a ridiculous IP attached and the story is intense and emotionally authentic and makes you feel bad (in a good way) sometimes... It's probably not over forever, but it definitely ain't happening at the moment and I don't see it coming back super soon.

Also, movies where the leads smashing faces actually sell me on their characters wanting to smash faces. Look at this deleted scene (which, yes it was deleted, but I firmly believe that was less because of the intensity and more because Jack was.... not supposed to be that good at kissing, hashtag Jack was a virgin, hashtag this is my door debate). Jesus. When was the last time we saw kissing like that in a movie that wasn't explicitly meant to be erotic~? People didn't give a shit about their teenagers watching Rose strip naked in the movie theater. (Fun fact: pretty sure Titanic is the first movie I saw with nudity? I was six, my parents were watching it at home, my dad was like "Maybe we shouldn't let her see this part" and my mom went "They're just breasts, she'll have the one day" and by God she was correct.)

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ch4tk4t · 6 months

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Comics Fangirl n°1 - Into the fangirlverse:

Today's review is about "What if? Dark: Spider-Gwen"/2023

Plot by Gerry Conway & Jody Houser

Art by Ramon F Bachs and Dee Cunniffe

Welcome to this first "Comics Fangirl", where i use my fangirl super powers I got by being bit by a radioactive super-fan for good, as with great power, MUST also come great responsibility.

Get ready for a true superhero action thriller, packed to the brim with thrills and chills, twists and turns, more super-vilains than you can shake a web at, and of course, non-stop web-slinging ACTION !

So if you're not aware yet, Gwen Stacy is theorized to be a trans wowan in the latest spider-movie, "Across the Spider-verse". Needless to say, most of the "fan base" is up in arms AGAINST the idea. That, in my humble opinion, is because most of the "spider-fan base" is a bunch of racist incels. I, as a TRUE spider-fan hold the only true true. This is f*cking comics, you f*cking nerds. Cry some more, #Gwenistrans. Now that THAT'S sorted out, moving on to my review.

First off, my eyes bleed every time I have to witness Greg Land's... "art". Motherf*cker can't even find something new to trace over, I feel I've seen this "o-face" a BILLION times already (I'm not being funny here, Greg is KNOWN for tracing over porn 😑)

Spoilers for this comics from here on out, you have been warned. Also, minor spoilers for Ghost-Spider's backstory.

It's one of comics most well known event, but in case you didn't know, the main universe Gwen Stacy died years ago, during a fight between Spider-Man and the green goblin. Only this time, it's Peter that dies, hitting his head as he jumps to save Gwen.

I love this alternate universe, because usually the "What ifs" involve someone acting out of character or something ludicrous happening to set the events into motion. Only this time it's Peter not thinking of his personal safety as he saves the woman of his life (MJ and him start dating after Gwen's death), which is 100% in character.

Gwen discovers Peter's secret identity as she drags his lifeless body from the water. Instinctively, she gets rid of his costume. I love the way she INSTANTLY knows what Peter would've wanted, as I'm sure he wouldn't want any of his ennemies knowing who he was, especially now that he can't protect his loved ones.

Instead of just grieving though, our girl Gwen starts scheming. She's going to take revenge on the green goblin. Only problem, she has no super-powers, and no training. That won't stop her, as she enlists Harry Osborn's help to spring a trap for the gliding menace. What she doesn't tell Harry is that she plans on killing the goblin, using her late father's gun.

She baits Osborn senior by acting like Spider-Man survived their last encounter. When the Goblin falls into her trap, she points the gun at him, ready to shoot.

At the last minute though, she changes her mind, proving once more the love and understanding she has for Parker. Peter wasn't a killer, and she won't become one in his name. So this is the part where my eyes started leaking for some odd reason.

Sadly, Harry, overtaken by grief (and probably overcompensating for missing Pete's funeral) shoots the Goblin in the chest, not aware of his true identity. When Norman dies in front of his son, Harry snaps, telling Gwen he holds her responsible for his father's death, exacerbating her already existing guilt.

This is the start of this Gwen's journey as a spider-person. As far as spider-folks go, that's pretty f*cking metal.

So I want to touch on the fact this is now the second "Spider-Gwen" who fights crime WITHOUT SUPER POWERS. First of all, #SlayQueenYaaas. Secondly, I can't help but read this as a metaphor for Gwen being trans.

In case you didn't know (we can't all be virgins, I understand) Ghost-Spider, mostly know as "Spider-Gwen", also doesn't have super-powers at the moment (at least when the writers actually REMEMBER THAT). She lost them during a story where she compensated using a version of the venom symbiote, which she tames in about one issue, one-upping Peter like no one's business.

I may be over thinking this, but I view that fact as a parallel to her transness. Much like the fact she doesn't have the same "powers" as cis people, she doesn't have the powers most spider-people have, and she has to work twice as hard to achieve the same results as them. Also, Ghost-Spider has no secret identity in her universe, and I couldn't help but see that as a trans thing. You KNOW people IRL would out her the first chance they got. Or maybe that's just me, I don't know.

So in case that wasn't clear, I loved this comic. The plot was good, and I loved the art. If you plan on picking it up (I just spoiled most of the plot, but you do you) consider pirating it, in case you don't know Disney funds war criminals.

I give this comic nuff'said/10

Talk to you later, true believers.

Fangirl out.

#Comics #Comic-books #Comics review #Gwen Stacy #Gwen is trans #Ghost-spider is trans #Cry more ya nerd #What if #Greg land #Comics fangirl #Into the fangirlverse #Comics Fangirl #Comic fangirl

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problematic-faves-appreciation · 11 days

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Blorbo game- barfo?

[The ask game]

[Barfo]

Derek Hawke from the Marietta Danver Trilogy by Jennifer Wilde/Tom E. Huff. He's one of the worst romantic heroes ever.

Hawke treated the woman he loved terribly, and punished other women in Marietta's stead after selling her away out of spite. Worse still, he didn't apologize for selling the heroine to a guy he assumed was going to put in her a brothel. Hawke told her he was filled with remorse over it — couldn't be bothered with saying the words "I'm sorry", huh? — and wanted to "make things up to her", but that's not an apology. Especially if one doesn't change.

And not long after that, he killed a guy Marietta cared about in a duel, pinned the blame on her (she didn't make you duel the guy, asshole), and left her yet again. Sure, they got back together following him saving her life, but I wouldn't count this as an example of him making amends — given the fact he kept being a jerk to her come book 2. Regaining his aristocratic position had always mattered more to him than Marietta. Deep down, she knew this was the case; even when she was still deluding herself into thinking he would change his ways on her account:

"The past was still there, an invisible barrier between us. He loved me. He had come back to America to claim me, but now that I was his he was strangely discontent.

Deep inside, I sensed the reason why. He loved me, yes, but he loved me in spite of himself. His love for me was a compulsion, beyond his control, as mine for him was, and I sensed that he would have been much happier if he had been able to forget me, if he had been able to select a cool, demure, virginal English girl to be his bride, a girl with breeding and background and blood as blue as his, a girl worthy of becoming Lady Hawke and serving as chatelaine in that ancestral hall he had finally claimed as his rightful heritage. I had a fine education, could be as cool and demure and aristocratic as any pink and blonde miss. I had blue blood, too, for my father had been the Duke of Stanton, but my mother had been a barmaid at the Red Lion Inn, and with the inbred snobbery he couldn’t really help, Derek couldn’t forget that, couldn’t forget I was illegitimate and, worse, far from pure.

Sensibly, I faced that fact. Derek didn’t want to love me, but he did, and I intended to prove that I was worthy of that love."

"I'm going to be his wife, not a secret mistress on the side. Just you wait!"

Nope! Marietta ended up getting kidnapped by pirates. What did Hawk do? Didn't even try looking for her! He assumed she had been killed by the pirates (you couldn't lift at least one finger to confirm her death, man?), so he married a full blue-blooded woman and moved on with his life. Meanwhile, Marietta tried returning to him immediately upon finding out he was still alive. Then, when she found him at last, she finally acknowledged the truth: Derek was never going to marry her, the illegitimate daughter of an aristocrat and a barmaid. She would be nothing more than his mistress.

Thus, she left him for good. What's that, Derek? You feel nothing for the lady you WILLINGLY married, and never stopped loving Marietta? You've been miserable without her? Too bad! She didn't look back. If you had been a slightly better lover, you wouldn't have let Marietta's lower social status stand between the two of you.

I like to think Hawke would have returned as a full-on villain in a fourth Marietta Danver book. She and the man who replaced Hawke did not get married in the third one (it's as if Huff had been saving a wedding for another book). Hawke was unhappy despite getting everything he wanted — everything except Marietta. He would've been a fantastic final obstacle to throw at the couple. If she won't be his mistress, he'll make her his prisoner! I don't know for sure if that's how Hawke would have proceeded, but I wouldn't put it past him. Unfortunately, Huff died six years after he wrote the third Marietta Danver book. A fourth one is never happening.

Anyway, Derek Hawke sucks. And not even in a "you love to hate him" sort of way.

#old literature #bodice ripper #love's tender fury #the marietta danver trilogy #derek hawke #answered

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oldfarmerbillswife · 7 months

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My Mom and I were kind of arguing today about sin in itself in terms of my parent's upcoming divorce.

My Dad is Catholic in name alone, doesn't believe anything we do, never taught us the faith, has alluded to ideas that the blessed Virgin is actually an alien, and married my Mom because he knew Catholic marriages were permanent so he could do whatever he wanted and Mom would never leave him.

(I don't want to get very detailed on here but) there were times when she wanted to leave him before they were married in the Church and he physically wouldn't let her leave the house until she changed her mind. She has felt guilty and responsible for him since she was 15 and he was 19 when they met. He always tried to make her feel bad for trying to leave him, even since then.

I'm telling her that if she divorces him through court and applies for an annulment, I believe there's a real case for the marriage not being valid on the grounds of her not being able to freely say yes in her vows-- she knew he wouldn't be a part of his already born children's lives if she didn't marry him. She worried he might take his own life if she didn't marry him. She was also living with him and had no other place to go, no one else would've taken her in.

But we also discussed if an annulment isn't granted, if the Church truly considers this marriage that I see wholly invalid as valid. Then what? There's no way I'd ever tell her to take him back. Dad was very emotionally abusive and manipulative and God forgive me I don't want to go into the details, but for her safety I don't see her returning to him nor would I encourage that.

But she said to me today - that if that annulment isn't granted, then she would be making him commit sin by her separation from him. How?

I thought as adults, that WE are responsible for OURSELVES. It would be HIS OWN decision to be with other women the same way it would be HER OWN decision not to be with other men. Ideally in an incident of an annulment being rejected, both of my parents would remain single until one of my parents dies. My Dad doesn't even care about the faith, he has no religion, so I already know he's not going to follow that. But how is that my Mother's fault?! Because she had to remove herself from a toxic living situation that she otherwise had to live through for 25 years?!

Please. Please. Someone with better knowledge in the Church. Is my Mother right in saying this?

Where should I look for more information on these kinds of circumstances? I'm lost!

#Catholic #roman Catholic #annulment #divorce #separation #christian #please help guys

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sadrael · 1 year

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The 3rd Night - Part 4: Finding Elon

I walked to the first place I'd most likely find Elon, which was in his swanky office. The door was shut and from what I could tell, there wasn't a light on in there. “Crap. He's probably asleep…”

Stranding there for a few minutes, I debated whether or not I should knock. I knew he barely slept because of his insane work schedule and didn't want to wake him up during the few hours of the day where he actually took a legit break and rested up. But I didn't know for sure if he was in there. Heck, I don't know the guy's schedule. He could be on a freaking plane to the Tesla Gigafactory in Germany right now and I wouldn't even know it.

So I mustered up my courage and lightly knocked on the door to his office. After a solid minute of 0 response, I knocked again, this time a little louder, “Elon, if you're in there, I just wanted to return a key you dropped in my office earlier.”

There was still no response. So I gave up. The SpaceX Hawthorne facility was way too huge to go wandering about in search of Elon. Like I said, the dude could literally be anywhere. I'll just keep the key on me and give it back to him whenever I see him again. Hopefully soon.

As I drove home, it was now 5:40 AM and traffic was already starting to jam up from all the other humans who were trying to get to work. This was one of the shitty aspects about living in California. Traffic. Lots and lots of wasteful hours just sitting in your car doing absolutely nothing.

I was so tired. But yet my brain kept me awake by thinking about Elon’s futuristic vision of traveling underground in tunnels. Avoiding the hustle and bustle of CA by simply driving under it all. Got to admit the fella is insanely smart. One of the things I truly admire about him. That and his workstyle. Always on the go, forward thinking, focusing on the future and staying optimistic.

Then some vivid images from that dream I had popped into my head of Elon fucking that thrust puck. I kinda wished that dream would've gone differently. Like maybe instead of fucking a thrust puck he could fuck me with that huge dick of his. I mean wow was that thing big.

“What am I saying?” I growl to myself and slap my face, “he's my boss! We could never have a relationship…” but then a part of me thinks “who says we can't though? I don't think there's a written law that says you can't have a relationship with your employer. It's just one of those dumb things in life that people say isn't right and gets passed on because that's just how shit like that flies.

Like people say it's weird and wrong to marry someone who's way older than you. Why? What's really wrong with that? There's nothing wrong with it. Age is just a fucking number. It's one's maturity, love, and what's inside that really counts in a relationship.

But hell, what do I really know about relationships? I've never had anyone and I'm a 23-year-old virgin. I don't have anything to offer anyone anyways. I'm no beauty and not wealthy by any means. I'm nobody. Sure, I know some neat stuff on how the universe works, but I don't have a special doctorate degree in Physics or anything. I have an associates in Energy Management that I earned while enrolled in a special homeschool program that paid for me to go to college, but that is it. Everything else I know comes from lots of books that I picked up cheap at thrift stores growing up.

I spent hours reading, and even wrote a few of my own books. Sci-fi novels that hardly got any recognition because it's an ebook. There's so many of them out there it's impossible to be found. Especially when you can't afford publicity or anything.

“Oh well… Who cares? No one… Nobody at all… Hell, if I wrecked this car right here and died, nobody would really care. I'm not important…” I sighed and hit my head against the steering wheel a few times.

I was annoyed with the traffic and myself. I wouldn't consider myself suicidal, but the thought of killing myself crosses my mind often. Death is better than living in a world where you know that nothing will ever become of you. Death is nice because you can't think or feel. You can't wonder about shit like whether or not anyone would ever love you and you can't regret past mistakes. I could give you many more reasons why death is better than living my life but I don't have the brain power right now to share.

I've never tried to kill myself. But I've thought of ways that I could. Like jumping off a high bridge with water below and something heavy tied to your body so you'll sink. Getting hit by an expensive car would be a cool way to go. Imagine getting run over by a Lamborghini. I'd even take getting hit by a Tesla, just because they're one of my favorite types of cars.

Shooting myself with a gun would be the easiest, but it's kinda lame. So is hanging yourself, unless it's in some kinda cool public place and you can scare some people at the same time.

I want to go out with a bang if possible. Make a show of it. That way I can be remembered for something. Even though it might not be as cool as making history, like being remembered as the first person to get humanity to Mars. No, I’d be remembered as that one weird chick who got her ass run over by a freaking sports car.

The thing is I don't want to feel pain when I die. I already feel pain while I'm alive (emotional pain and some physical) and don't want that to be the last thing I remember before the lights go out.

By the time I was done thinking of ways to die, traffic had eased up a bit and I had made it home.

My home was a simple apartment near the ghetto. Cheap and trashy living on the outside, but inside my home was what counted. I had made it into my cool little den. Surrounded by my books, weird art (all paintings and drawings of my own creation) and tones of houseplants. It kinda looked like an abandoned library/art gallery in a jungle.

I grew up in a quiet town in the state of Oregon, surrounded by an evergreen rainforest all year long. California is completely different and I love it. I'm a person who enjoys adventure so that's why I'm here where I am today. But I keep the houseplants coherent and green because I still have a deep connection with nature and long to be within it, always.

After checking all the locks to the barred windows and doors to my little apartment in the worn down cement apartment complex, I went to my bedroom and got undressed. Then I put on a tanktop and a fresh pair of underwear. That's all I wear year-round. I have this weird thing where I can't wear pants to bed, otherwise I feel like I have to pee all night and get too hot. And T-shirts feel constricting (unless I'm wearing one of my favorite cotton SpaceX T-Shirts, then I'll wear those because they're unusually comfortable. But I usually just stick to tank tops because it helps keep me cooler.)

“I wonder what Elon’s house is like? Ah, that's right. He sold all his fancy mansions. Now he just rents places whenever he needs to. Must be nice to have the money to do that. But still nothing to tie you down. Pretty nice… Someday I’d like to have enough money to just go wherever I want. Oh well…”

Rent isn't cheap, even where I am it is still a lot. I can't afford a house with land, so when I moved here I was pretty much screwed unless I wanted to pay rent or buy a van and live down by the river. (Which is still my back up plan when I'm really ready to go out for a real adventure.) I live in the rundown apartments by the Chester Washington Golf Course. It’s not far from where I work.

I came to California to be closer to Elon and his shenanigans. I'm quite pleased I'm getting work for him. Deep down, ever since I first learned about him in my teen years, I've had this weird thing for him. I've read a lot about him and have what I'd call an advanced understanding of the man. But that's mostly because of all the things we have in common. It's actually kinda freaky. We both have similar interests in life and are visionary thinkers that the world brushes off as “weird or insane” people.

The first time I heard about him I was reading a newspaper about this new car company from California and the paper kept rambling on and on about the CEO, Elon Musk.

I'm obsessed with electric cars and hybrids and read all I can about them. But the funny thing is you'd never hear the name of a CEO of a car company in the paper. It was always like “Ford’s CEO said they want to up production by this date” or whatever… But you'd never get their name unless you went on the internet and searched for it. So hearing about this Elon guy struck me as odd right from the start.

That and when I first read the article, his name cracked me up because I thought it was the name of some sort of perfume. So I decided to find a computer and look him up.

When I did, I saw this picture of a guy dressed in a swanky suit. His hair was the same color and wavy like mine, but cut short of course and a little messy. He had a charming smile and very unique facial features.

The weird thing was what my brain first said upon seeing him: “handsome”. I'd never found a human to be sexually appealing before. (And Yes, I know I'm weird. I didn't find men or women attractive until I saw Elon. And no, I’m not bisexual. Just remember I grew up in a small town and was home schooled. So I didn't have anyone to be attracted to.)

Yet what really struck me about Elon was his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. They spoke many things to me, but one of the words I first heard was an outcry of a pain so deep that it sent chills up my spine. Right off the bat I could sense this man had suffered greatly. In what ways I didn't currently know, but I could see a deep rooted pain. (I have this weird ability where I can look at a picture and see things about people nobody else can. I can't really describe it, but it's kinda like having a psychic superpower.)

At the time, I had just turned 13 years old, and had just started highschool (remember I was home schooled so it was a total breeze. All online too.) but that was the first time I saw Elon and it was something that I don't think I'll ever be able to forget.

Later, after conducting years worth of extensive research, I came to find out that what I saw in Elon did turn out to be a past of suffering. He’d had a rough childhood and things didn't necessarily become easier for him later in life either. Especially in his personal relationships. (I'm not going to go into too much detail here because otherwise, this is going to be a freaking biography. And yes, I do own a book that's entirely about Elon called: Tesla, SpaceX and the Quest for a Fantastic Future. Best book ever btw.)

Thinking about Elon brought my mind back to our interaction. His South African accented voice echoed through my head: “we should have dinner sometime…” Did he really mean that? Does he *yawns* really want to? With me? But why me? Why… and then my eyes finally shut. I passed out asleep.

To Be Continued...

#fanfiction #elonmuskfanfiction #elon musk #elon #smut #18+ only #suicudal #you have been warned #spacex #tesla #billionaires #triggeringcontent

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pukexnxspew · 1 year

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In the past few weeks I decided to take the dive into both watching and reading Normal People and I gotta say, I kind of vibed with it but I also didn't (spoilers below)

One thing that really bothered me about the book and show is the weirdness of the characters at times. I know it's supposed to be that way because it's supposed to represent young love and navigating life as a teen/young adult, but I just find certain parts to be... I don't know?

Like one thing I don't understand is when Connell says that Marianne makes him say weird things and the examples that we were giving is like some basic ass, no big deal stuff even to my virgin little eyes. The most cringe thing I could see is her subtly wanting him to dominate her but he also had some "weirdo" thoughts that were just as strange as her VERBALIZING things to him. Maybe it's just because his character is so awkward and strives so hard to just be normal but I don't think Marianne going down on him and asking if it feels good is so taboo.

Another thing that throws me off is Connells relationship with Helen. Does he feel more normal and loved with Helen because she tries to show PDA on her own or something? Cause I think he mentions that at one point but I'm pretty sure the reason why Marianne always left it up to him was because, oh I don't know, he kept her as a fucking secret at one point so she doesn't want to overstep the boundaries. And yeah, they should've talked about it like adults instead of just fucking but they didn't. And I also don't get why Helen gets so offended about Connell being weird at the funeral. His friend died, what's he supposed to do not cry? Cause in the book she looks embarrassed when he starts getting emotional and that just rubbed me the wrong way. I get that he makes her SUPER insecure because of the obvious affection he has for Marianne but damn sis.

I guess my last complaint is just how the last leg of the book was. Connells chapter battling his depression made sense but Mariannes chapters were weird in my opinion. Sweden felt super duper random, though I understand how and why it could've gotten to that point. And her getting insecure at the very very end made no sense. Just a few pages before she claimed she knew that Connell loved her and only her and yet she accuses him of loving/having interest in someone else and nonchalantly tells him to go off to New York. I get she wants him to grow but I thought she would've been more broken up about it. I like how the show handled that part because she seemed to actually be perturbed by it and not just like "well, fuck you too"???

With all that being said there's things I really do like about it such as the parallels of certain scenes ie. Connell saying Marianne would act like she won't know him and she says she would never and then in college she makes a show of knowing who he is. Another example is when she asks Connell if he would ever hit her and she says no and then years later when he says he won't hit her, she's upset and they're in the same place as before. After reading the book the pacing isn't too bad, the show it got confusing with how much time passed by. And I just liked knowing what the characters thought too and I thought they were substantial thoughts, like they weren't just random af and brought to the story more and more fragments of their personality and character and stuff like that.

Totally didn't mean to pointlessly ramble about this show/book but if for some reason you stuck around to read this, thanks.

#normal people #rant #silly ramblings

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Hey! I adore your writing so much! I'm not too good at requests but I was wondering if I could have these prompts

10. “I like it when you say my name like that.”

44. “You’re a virgin? How?”

With Mafia! Bucky

Only if that's alright with you! If not it's totally ok! Again I love your writing so much! I hope you have a great day!💛💛💛

SUMMARY// Bucky is surprised when you tell him the reason things hadn't gone farther than they did

WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, big dick bucky, cursing, a lil fluff

AU// mafia!bucky x f!reader

NOTE// I'm a lil iffy on how this turned out, I wanted to get more writing done today but that was a no go 😅 there's always tomorrow though

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Bucky wasn't one to take things slow, but the chase you'd given him over the last month made it seem like it'd be worth the wait.

Sure, he'd had his head between your thighs for what felt like hours to you and pushed so deep into your mouth you thought for sure you'd still be able to taste and feel him for days. But, it never went further than that.

What he wasn't expecting, was what he found out after he had plopped you on top of his desk, unbuttoned your blouse and hiked your skirt up to your waist.

"Given me quiet the chase, sweets." Bucky murmured against the skin of your neck. Cold and warm hands sitting on the tops of your thighs. "That's what makes it fun." You said with a happy sigh, hands feeling up his metal and flesh biceps as he left a trail of wet kisses across your chest.

He hummed in response, a gasp leaving your lips when his lips latched around your nipple. His right hand kneading your other breast.

"Buck-" you breathed, gripping his biceps as his tongue flicked over your pebbled bud. "I like it when you say my name like that." He smirked, lifting his head to catch your lips in his. Metal fingers brushing your clothed cunt before his right hand went to the fastening of his slacks.

You chewed your bottom lip gently as you watched him push down the front of his pants and boxers. Your breath catching in your throat when his erection sprung free.

Bucky's hands went back to the sides of your underwear, finally ready for the chase to be over with and feel what he'd been waiting for. Only for your hands to stop his. "Before you get too excited..."

His gaze lifted to meet yours, eyebrows knitting together. "What is it, sugar?" He asked softly, pecking a kiss to your lips.

You swallowed thickly and sighed, fingers locking together at the back of his neck. "I'm a virgin." You mumbled, looking down at his exposed chest. "You're a virgin? How?"

He didn't sound mad like you had thought he was going to, more so confused. "I just- stayed busy with life, I guess. I don't know." You said, pressing your cheek to your shoulder.

Bucky nodded as his features softened. A desk was no place for your first time, even someone as ruthless as him knew that. "That's okay, sweetheart. We'll wait a little longer. Maybe this evening? I'll take you to a nice dinner, get a hotel room for the night." He suggested, tucking himself back into his slacks.

"But, I'm ready now." You almost whined, clutching onto the sides of his unbuttoned dress shirt. "I know, honey. I just want you to have the best."

"James-" all protests died on your tongue from the hard look he gave, one that told you he wasn't changing his mind. "Don't argue with me. I didn't wait this long to fill that pretty pussy, just to ruin your first time by fucking you on my desk."

The even tone didn't intimidate you like it would've anyone else as you frowned. "But-" his fingers held your cheeks to stop you from talking. "Shut it, pretty girl. Tonight, I promise."

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

You were ansty the entire dinner, knowing what was coming the moment the two of you went upstairs to the hotel room.

It didn't go unnoticed by Bucky. The way you wiggled in your seat when he'd lean in extra close to talk to you. Heavy metal hand on your bare thigh and lips nearly brushing your ear as he spoke.

Your stomach flipped when he gestured a hand to the waiter for the check, taking his wallet out to pay before gently lacing his fingers with yours.

He didn't say anything the entire walk to the elevator or down the hall to the room. Adding to the to the anticipation, knowing he had to be planning something.

You swallowed thickly when the door clicked shut behind you, a soft gasp passing your lips when Bucky turned you to face him. His lips slotting over yours in a searing kiss.

Hands pulled at clothes, the fabric being tossed away once it was removed until bare skin pressed together as he backed you to the bed.

His hot mouth leaving wet kisses down your chest and abdomen, pushing your thighs further apart and looking up at you through his dark eyelashes as he lowered his mouth to your heat.

You breathed a moan when his expert tongue circled your clit and slipped through your folds with a low groan before easing a finger into you, lips locking around the sensitive bud.

Your hands pulled at his short hair, nails scratching at his scalp as he kept his head buried between your thighs. Metal hand pressing your leg back down when your thighs started to close around his head, adding another finger once you'd rode your first high.

Making quick work to bring on another before he lifted his mouth away, lips shiny with your slick as his tongue swiped across them. "You taste amazing, honey." He hummed, catching your lips in his.

As much as Bucky enjoyed rutting his hips into your hand, or slipping into the warmth of your mouth- he'd been waiting for this moment for the past month. And by the way you wiggled your hips against him when his swollen tip ran through your folds, he could tell you had been too.

You bit down on your bottom lip when he pressed into you to muffle the whimper from the slight burn the stretch brought. His lips pressing a gentle kiss to between your brows, slowly splitting you open inch by inch, taking his time to stretch your walls around him.

You wanted more, craved for him to go faster to mask over the sting as you bucked your hips up. Bucky grip on your outer thigh tightening. "Faster-"

"I don't want to ruin you. Now, be patient or I'll stop." He said softly, pecking a kiss to your lips. "Goddammit, Bucky." You whined, carding your fingers in his hair when his face nuzzled the crook of your neck. A soft chuckle nearly masking his groan when your heels pressed into his tailbone. "Hush it, pretty girl."

Once he was fully seated in the tight warmth of your cunt, Bucky's hips rocked against yours gently. Gradually picking up speed until he found a steady pace that made you mind go fuzzy.

He held himself up on his palms to watch your blissed out expressions as moans rolled off of your tongue, your hands resting on his sides.

"Feel good?" He panted, holding off the urge to slam into you until you writhed beneath him and cried his name. Getting a brisk nod in response as your eyes blinking open to look up at him. Your hands moving to cradle his scratchy jaw.

The grip he had on the sheet and mechanical whirring of his left arm were signs he was holding back, his thrusts occasionally quickening before slowing back down to the steady speed.

Bucky's huffed out moans aiding in the feeling you'd grown familiar with bubbling in your lower belly. His lips crashing to yours to swallow the sultry sounds as your legs tightened around his waist, his hips stuttering from the grip your cunt had on him as warmth sprouted through your veins.

A few more sweet kisses were placed to your lips before he sat up. Large cold and warm hands holding your waist as he chased his own high.

His bottom lip disappearing between his teeth only to let it go as a groan passed his lips, watching the way your face scrunched up in pleasure and breasts bounced lightly with each thrust.

Hips flush to yours as he spilled into you, a low moan of your name rumbling from his chest. Gently rolling his hips until both of you were spent and had rode the aftershocks.

You hummed quietly when his lips pressed to the skin of your stomach, stopping to nip at your nipples before continuing up your chest and neck. Hands rubbing the tops of your thighs. "You feel ok?" He whispered against the shell of your ear.

"Fantastic."

Bucky laughed lightly at the sleepy tone of your voice and lazy smile, slipping from between your thighs to lay next to you.

Turning to your side, he wrapped his heavy left arm around you to pull you closer. Lifting your leg over his as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Worth the wait?" You said, breathing a laugh as your arm went around his thick waist. "Absolutely."

It was silent for a moment as his knuckles brushed up and down your upper arm. His heart beat slower in your ear. "I'd give you anything you want and more, darling."

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the-marriage-market-if · 2 years

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For the non-virgin LIs: How did their first times go?

❤ V Sinclair: Soooo awkward. Not the actual act itself but definitely the events leading up to and after it. V basically went up to them like "We're going to bang tonight. Here's the hotel's name, don't be late." It was shortly after V got their heir status demoted so they had this weird "co-workers with benefits" thing going on for a while.

❤ O Belmont: Like V, the act itself wasn't terrible but the events leading up were. Except instead of being awkwardly funny, Belmont's were... more fucked up. It was with a "family friend" and there was a huge age gap .... I'll let you put the rest of the pieces together.

❤ Ana + Tas: Ana's first time was with Tas so needless to say, it was a significant and loving moment where the couple officially confirmed their feelings for each other! Meanwhile, Tas had a few flings before but nothing too serious. He was a bit of a budding man-whore before they got together lol.

❤ Wes Clark: Oh my god, I'm surprised the man didn't like, just kneel over dead with embarrassment. There were two attempts, the first one was a baker's daughter who always sneaked him extra bread rolls. They both had no idea what they were doing plus an ill-timed sexual revelation on her part. Once his pride was fully healed, he ended up saving up his paycheck to try again with someone more uh, experienced. He nearly died from embarrassment again when the woman loudly bragged that she would've "gave him one for free" if she knew what he was hiding underneath those tousers 😏

❤ REDACTED: Oh boy, ooooh boy. REDACTED's first time was with a personal rival so as you can imagine, some serious hate sex took place that day. The poor bastard woke up the next day shell-shocked, covered in bite marks, and REDACTED's smug face smirking down at them. Actually, took them out of commission for the rest of the day and ended up missing a shot at an important work assignment that REDACTED got instead so was it all planned? 🤔🤔

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cherri-cherri · 3 years

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Pairings - Yuuji Itadori x Reader x Ryomen Sukuna

Synopsis - Ever since Yuuji moved away to Tokyo, you've been noticing some odd changes from him, it's almost as if...he was becoming another person all together.

Theme - Monster by Imagine Dragons

A/N - An idea hit me in the head while I was working and I wanted to try this out so badly with both Yuuji and Sukuna! A concept of 'What if the vessel wasn't just the vessel?'. The vessel would eventually merged with the being to become something new altogether, and I thought...yes. why the heck not. This is gonna be a long one, So let's hop right it! Because I really like this idea, theres a good chance this is going to be either split up into parts or I'm gonna keep visiting this every now and then.

Warning - The characters in this story will be aged up due to NSFW content here. Dirty NSFW scenes sprinkled in, Gore Warning, Abuse, Etc.

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He didnt want this...

All he wanted was to keep those he cared about safe. Lying to you at the time seemed like a good idea, especially since you weren't tied into the mystical world he was now tied to, and he didn't want you too. But now, perhaps he should've told you everything.

About the finger, about the school, and...

About Sukuna.

You couldn't exactly remember why you originally said yes to the pink haired boy when he asked you to join his occult club activities that night. Maybe it was because of the fact you have nothing really better to do, or maybe because traveling through a forest of possible gruesome death seemed the most attractive thing to you at the time, yet you an Yuuji grew close together that night. Truth be told, walking through those woods during the dead of night was actually creepier than you thought but he was there by your side to comfort you the entire time, holding your hand while cracking a few jokes every now and then to calm your nerves.

"You're not scared? You seem so..well calm?" You asked, looking up at Yuuji with furrowed brows as he just smiled down at you. "Nah, not really. It's just darker and a few trees are around. Not really anything scary, right?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck while chuckling.

Maybe it was because of the warmth of his hands wrapped around your own or how comforting the presence he gave off was to you but it was probably then that your feelings for Yuuji began to grow.

"What you're going to Tokyo?" You questioned, watching Yuuji prepared a few boxes to pack his things. "Yeah, transferring schools. I'm, um .. I'm recieving a sports scholarship at a school there." Placing a few more of things away was when he finally turned to see you, clearly upset over just now being told this. Sure, you should've been happy to see your best friend be able to leave to accomplish more out of his life but it was the thought of him leaving you here that hurt the most. When he saw your face and the conflicted look on it, Yuuji stepped over towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in your embrace.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just—" before he could finish his sentence, you stood up on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck and simply smiled to him. "You don't have to say a thing, Yuuji, I'm happy for you. Just promise me that you'll stay safe out there for me, 'kay?"

Your words alone reminded him why he had to leave, why he had to go and leave you here. It was to keep you safe, safe from curses and safe from the curse lying dormant inside of him now. "R-right...Thank you, Y/N"

The school days were quiet once when Yuuji transferred schools. Sadly enough, the occult club had to disband after he left due to them not having enough members with Iguchi still hospitalized. Now it just seemed..boring without him there but he still seemed to have brighten your day with the photos he would send you every day of the bright city lights and bustling streets. His little messages and calls always well timed to reassure you that just because you aren't blocks away from each other anymore doesn't mean you won't still be friends.

So far, you've became pretty happy with Yuuji and how he's able to come so far in Tokyo. He speaks greatly about his sensei and his new classmates known as Fushiguro and Kugasaki, who from the sound of it, are a bit of a handle but great friends who still treat him well. Every week when he had his day off, he would spend time on video call to talk to you and even show you cool things that he either found around the city or around the school's campus.

Tonight however..he was late. Sure, it didn't bother you really if he was punctual or on time since this was Yuuji we were talking about here but there was a tad bit of worry lingering in your head. Soon enough, as soon as that ugly feeling of worry and doubt began to surface, Yuuji's icon appeared on the screen on the laptop as it began to ring to which you quickly opened.

"Yuuji, hey— oh my god, your face." You said right away, gasping a little at the cuts and bruises littered not only on his face but from the looks of it, his arms and shoulders too. Has he been fighting? "What? Oh, oh! These! Yeah, Fushiguro and Gojou-Sensei kinda roughen me up a little today during training but it's no sweat, really! Barely feel a thing," Yuuji tried to give you a reassuring smile while patting his right shoulder only to wince a little in pain from the impact of the pat.

"First the weird scars on your face, now bruises? Dude, I get that this is a sports thing but don't you think it's a little extreme?"

Hearing the worry in your voice, Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand nervously as he tried to think of a way to reassure you until a deep voice came from that same hand, chuckling softly.

"What's this? A woman talking to the brat...? How amusing." Sukuna.

Hearing the voice, Yuuji instantly flinched and lowered his arms out of the camera's view. Panic shot through his body as you stared at the screen with a raised brow. "Oh, is someone there with you now? Didn't know you had a roommate."

Oh good, you didn't see him. It wasn't as if he was afraid of you meeting Sukuna, he was afraid of telling you the truth about everything. About how he was now a vessel for ancient being, how he was studying cursed energy and jujutsu, how he died yet came back to life..dumping so much on you with the chance that you might never speak to him again out of fear, out of disgust. That you stop being his friend, and that he would never..he would never—

"Yuuji?" Tapping the screen a little on your laptop as it shook the camera, he soon stared back at you and laughed nervously. "O-oh right, he's only here for a little bit of time, so I figured what's really the point in telling you"

"Really now? Could've swore I was here to stay with you forever. You could at least introduce me to your friend here." Sukuna felt a great amusement watching Yuuji squirm just to keep you in the dark. Yuuji quickly began stammering on his words, throwing you off as he made a quick excuse to leave the call early. Before you could even say a single word, he clicked ended the facetime before sighing to himself and leaning back against his chair.

"...What is the point in keeping me hidden? We are practically one now, me as you and you as me, Brat." Sukuna said, his mouth now appearing on the left side of his cheek with the eyelid opening to stare up at the boy. "Are you scared of me paying your little toy a visit? Young and no doubt a virgin, I could have some fun with her—" Yuuji quickly slapped a hand against the mouth in attempt to hush the curse only for Sukuna to migrate to the hand.

"I won't let that happen, Sukuna." Yuuji said, frowning as he heard the curse chuckle. He didn't like the sound of how he described his bond to the soul sleeping inside of him, how they were one in the same. Shaking his head, the boy tried to reassure himself that he was nothing like Sukuna and simply went to turn off the lights and sleep on it. The last thing he heard before slumber took him were the ominous words of Sukuna,

"You'll see I was right soon enough, brat..."

A week later, Yuuji came back home to visit you. It was one of the days where the school allowed their students a break from their studies and classes and so he wanted to spend it with you as a surprise. And indeed you were surprised. When you had rushed downstairs, you did so wearing only a red sleeved t-shirt that the pink haired male might have left behind with a pair of gray shorts, and so when you opened the door to see the cheery face of your best friend well...it may have left you a bit flustered.

"Hey, Y/—" you quickly shut the door in his face, collapsing on your knees as you felt your cheeks beginning to burn. 'Why of all days, Itadori?!' You thought to yourself as she slowly stood back up and cracked the door open to see Yuuji's baffled face. He looked like a puppy..a sad puppy who was just kicked off his owner's bed and it broke you. Before long, he was now in your house and sitting in the living room couch while you were in the kitchen preparing tea. Your father was currently away on business while god knows what your mother was..it was just the two of you.

And it was awkward.

As you prepared tea on the kettle, Yuuji couldn't help but look at the shirt you were wearing as a small pink blush was lightly spreading on his cheeks. In a way, it filled him with a strange feeling seeing you walking around in something of his, seeing you wearing his shirt made him..prideful. didn't help with how short your shorts were either, it was practically hugging onto your as—

"So, it's just you? Dude, you should've told me you were coming! I would've been more prepared..I barely have any snacks or anything here right now." You grumbled, snapping his attention away to listen to what you were saying. "Hey, no worries, Y/N. Honestly, I'm just hungry for something else..." that last part through him off as he covered his mouth. That wasn't his voice. No, it was but that wasn't him speaking.

As he turned his head to the side to the balcony door, there the boy saw it in his reflection. The eye of Sukuna staring right back at him, causing him to quickly cover the eye.

"Huh? Alright, well what are you hungry for? Theres probably some ramen around here someone or we could just go out to a place to eat if you want.." you questioned, back turned away from him as you began to take the now whistling kettle off the stove. No, he couldn't deal with this now, not while you were only feet away from him. Yet the more he watched you in the reflection, the more he saw your curves in those pretty little shorts or your braless breasts bounce with ease under his stolen shirt...

Shaking his head, Yuuji soon stood up from the couch and placed on his jacket. "I'm sorry, N/N, But I have to go—"

"Wait what but–"

"Sorry, u-um, Gojou-Sensei said something came up and I have to go back! I'm sorry but I'll make it up to you— I promise!" Before you could even protest, he was already out of the door and gone. As he left, you could've swore you saw an eye on his cheek where one of his scars were but that was impossible, right?

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He honestly had no idea where he was going to run off to but the boy knew that if Sukuna had a chance to take over and you were in front of him, would've hurt you or worse. Seeing your disappointed face yet again almost shattered his heart completely and when Yuuji finally came to a halt, he found himself beside a small stream and sighed. This was all for the best. It was to keep you safe, or so he kept telling himself.

"Damn, to think you would actually run away when she was begging for you to take her there. What a wimp.." Sukuka said, mouth manifesting on Yuuji's neck as his eye looks up at frowning boy. "Its not often you get an open invitation from a woman. If I was in control, I would've taken her then and there and ram my co‐" Yuuji quickly slapped a hand over the mouth as a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, him now thinking back to you and how pretty you looked wearing his shirt. "S-shut up. Don't go saying such gross crap."

"You know you feel the same. I can see that she affects you even now judging by the sight of your pants. You wanted to stuff her with your seed just as much as I did." Sukuna said, the mouth now on his hand. Much to Yuuji's surprise, his dark brown eyes quickly shot down to his pants and just as Sukuna said, there was a raging boner standing up at attention. Swallowing his guilt, he tried to cover it only for his pinky finger to slowly graze the fabric and giving his cock a small jolt. The boy hissed a little and quickly placed his hands to his side.

"I-i..I just.." "No need to be embarrassed. That girl isn't anything typically special but just seeing her, seeing her ass in such revealing clothing. Women of this era must be extremely dirty~" Sukuna chuckled "and hearing your thoughts, you certainly surprised me, Brat..." the more Sukuna spoke, the more Yuuji thought back to you. Seeing your breasts and ass was truthfully hot, even if you weren't exactly his type, he still found you beautiful. Slowly without him even noticing, his hand slowly motioned for his cock once more and in the silence of the forest, Yuuji Itadori thought only of you during his time in pleasure.

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It wasn't until later on into the night that Yuuji had finally texted you back, saying he would back tomorrow to make things up with you. Sure, it did cheer you up that he would be back but the way he was acting lately made you feel like something was wrong. If you ever asked, he would change the subject or just smile at you awkwardly as if admitting to hiding something but you won't force him tell you what was wrong. When He was ready, he would tell you for sure and you'll wait for however long he wanted.

"N/N, Everything alright?" Yuuji asked, gaining your attention as you snapped back to the present and out of your thoughts. Looking around, you found yourself staring ahead at a bag of popcorn and the large bright ights of a ferris wheel constantly in motion. That's right, the local fairgrounds, Yuuji had wanted to go one more time before he returned back to Tokyo and since you always liked the food here, you of course said yes. "O-oh, yeah! I'm fine. Just looking ahead at the wheel. Remember last time we were here some kid ended up puking on Sasaki from a cart above us?"

"Haha! Yeah, she smelled of salty tuna for weeks afterwards and it left a stain on her uniform" He laughed, staring at the wheel as he thought about the memory. As you stared at him and watch his smile, it had then reassured you that this was still your best friend and you smiled back. For a moment, the two of you were having a blast at the small fair, playing some of the games set up by the booths (and being turned away after Yuuji broke a few with his strength..) it felt like old times all over again. "Wanna play another game or play at bumper carts? We still have some time to kill before you gotta go back?" You asked, carrying some of the plushie prizes the two of you (mainly Yuuji) earned, you looked over to your side and saw a cotton candy display before your attention turns back to Yuuji, The two of you decided just for a moment to sit down at a small metal bench to rest your feet for a moment

Seeing the display, an idea popped up in his head and the words of Gojou appeared in his mind. 'You want advice on how to swoon a girl? Well take small hints when she gives them to you, if her eyes are lingering on something then that's probably a sign she wants it—'. Seeing as how you kept looking up at the cotton candy, he thought this might have been his chance and sat down his own plushies. Without saying a word, Yuuji got up and walked over to the stand, leaving you there by the table alone with your horde of plush creatures.

Seeing you seating there at the bench by yourself, a group of punks who looked to be close to your age strolled up to you, two of them taking a seat on each side of you while the third one was standing right behind you. "Fine evening, isn't it, love. What's a sweet little thing like you doing here by yourself, you looking for some fun?" The purple haired male said on your left side, lowering his shades as he stared noticeably at your chest. "Actually, I'm here with a friend and this seat is for him so if you could jus—" "oh a 'friend'? But I don't see this friend now, so maybe you could tag along with us back to our place and we'll show you a fun time." The punk behind you said, his hands now pressed firmly on both of your shoulders as he leaned in a bit closer to you, causing you to flinch at his touch. "I, um.."

"N/N?"

Turning your head back to in front of you, you saw Yuuji there holding a blue and pink cotton candy stick and face emotionles. "N/N, huh? That's a cute name. This your friend, N/N?" The purple haired punk said, chuckling while rising from his seat "....." Yuuji remained silent for a bit as he stared off at the hands touching you, gripping onto your shoulder and clearly making you uncomfortable. He was typically known for being a calm guy but see this angered him beyond words.

'You see what they're doing to your woman, brat? You're just going to let it happen..?' Yuuji heard the inner words of Sukuna in his head, his eyes dart away from you to the guy standing in front of him, smirking as he touch the cotton candy from the pink haired boy's hand and taking a large bite of the webby treat. "This doesnt have to get rough, all you need to do is walk away and we'll show N/N-chan here a good time she'll never forget." He said, licking his tongue over his lips.

As Yuuji's lips parted, he heard a groan coming from you as you squirmed in the other guys hold with the second punk was now leaning into your neck. Seeing your frown of discomfort, they way they were touching what was rightful his , All he needed to hear were those small words from Sukuna.

'They're touching your woman, they're hurting her. Finish.. them.. off.'

Yuuji stood there for a moment, remaining silent as he lowered his hand, a shadow now cast over his face. Opening one of your eyes as you squirm in the punk's hold, you saw something that made your heart almost stop beating altogether. That smile on his face, that malevolent smile and empty eyes as he held onto the purple haired Male's now broken arm.

The next thing was a blur. The screams of your harassers echoed around you and you heard a wet sound looping over and over again as well as hard thuds. Opening your eyes, you saw it. Two of the thugs bloodied and bruised as their limbs were bent in ways you couldn't imagine, one of them dangling up above you on a tree branch while the other one was limp inside of the cotton candy stand. Looking around for the third one, you saw him behind held against one of the food stands while Yuuji was there gripping his hand over the punk's neck. You couldn't exactly show him any mercy and yet Yuuji was clearly taking things too far, even when the guy tried to beg for mercy and claw his way out of your friend's hold, all Yuuji did was stand there with a grin you've never seen before. It wasnt one of his innocent smiles or mischievous grins, no, it was one of pure sadism. "P-please stop, I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." "you didn't stop when she wanted you too, So why should I?" Yuuji tilted his head to the side a little, chuckling a little as his grip tightened and the man gasped out for air "you'll pay for what you did. You'll all fucking pay..."

The air in your chest almost stopped filling your lungs completely as you watch this. That wasn't the Yuuji you knew, he would've never went this far just to prove a point! Slowly taking a step forward and then another and then slowly speeding up, you reached out and held onto the arm Yuuji was holding the punk up with. "Yuuji, stop it! You'll kill him if you keep this up!" You yelled only to feel a blow strike your face and send you tumbling back a few feet, causing you to scream out in pain. "Stay out of this." Was all he said until freezing and slowly turning back to see what he had done.

Crimson was spilling from your nose onto your shirt and it was gushing out by the bucket to which you quickly covered as you stared up at Yuuji with teary eyes. Regret instantly overwhelmed him as he dropped the thug and slowly reached over to you, his senses coming back to him. "N/N?" He questioned, almost checking to see if you were alright but you backed away as he stepped over to you. What has he done..? Why did he..? He watched you slowly back away with each step, fear in your bright (E/C) eyes and it broke him. "Hey, w-what's wrong? I was only trying to protect them from you, you don't have to be scared."

As people began to crowd in, brought in by the noise of fighting and your scream, Yuuji hand ghosted over the skin of yourself shoulder and you flinched. You flinched at his touch..So many feelings began to overwhelm him that he didn't notice the look of horror in your eyes as you watched what thought were scars slowly twitch and open up, revealing bright red eyes staring directly at you.

"They were going to hurt you," 'She's scared of you now after all you've done' "I saved you! They won't touch you like that again!" 'She sees you for what you are, brat.' "I just wanted to keep you safe!" With each yell, Yuuji watched as you grew more and more scared, the people around all of you terrified as they watched and some even grabbing whatever they could that could be a weapon. Gripping his head as he felt an intense pain through his skull, it was then he noticed..how small you looked as he towered over you. When did you get so small? He thought to himself, bending down to grab you when he saw his arm.

His nails were a dark purple shade, sharper and three black markings were on his wrist. Turning his head a little to one of the booth's and staring into the window was when the truth hit Yuuji hard. His body was different and taller now for some reason and Sukuna's markings were slowly appearing over his face. He was..slipping?

"Y-yuuji, what the hell is happening to you.." he heard you whisper yet before he could respond, there was the sharp pain of something blunt hitting his shoulder. Looking to his feet, he saw a medium sized rock and there another and another. The people were launching what they could at him, yelling at him to leave the girl alone and to leave. Yelling for his death, calling him a monster, calling him a curse. He stared at you for a moment, seeing how now tears leaking from your eyes and Yuuji stepped away before fleeing.

"Yuuji, wait!!" He heard your frantic yell from behind him but it didn't slow him down as he kept running further into the distance and leaving you behind. Your yells becoming drowned out by the mad laughter of Sukuna echoing in his mind.

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No, he didn't want this at all. The day was meant to go differently, it was meant to be just the two of you having fun together and end with the ferris wheel and him finally telling you that he...

Thunder crackled outside of the decrepit shrine the boy had taken shelter in, rain pouring outside by the gallons. As he watched the raindrops in silence, Yuuji saw how the scenery slowly began to shift around him as the sky became more malevolent and the cold concrete he was sitting on now a pool of crimson water with piles on top of piles of bones surrounded him. The memories of the fairground echoed in his mind over and over again on loop of him hitting you and your look of fear haunting him, causing his eyes to water.

"Aw, are you going to cry, brat..?"

Yuuji remained silent as he waited for Sukuna to appear at any moment, yet he never came, only his voice lingered around him. "This is all of your fault.." Yuuji whispered, staring off into the rain. "My fault? I don't understand. If I recall, you were to one who eat my finger. You were the one who signed up for being my vessel, everything that has been done was all you..I merely watched from here."

"Bullshit! You made me hurt her..you made me like this!" Yuuji screamed out, flashes of who he did to those thugs showing through his mind, "You made me hurt them!"

"...No, that was all you. You can blame me all you want but I felt what you felt, saw what you saw and you loved every second of that fight. Whipping those who displease you in place, kicking the asses of the men who touched what was yours. Gotta say, made me tear up watching everything unfold" Hear the curse's chuckle echo around in the shrine, Yuuji quickly stood up and yelled out for Sukuna to show himself, only for him to collapse on his knees when feeling an sharp pain in his torso.

"No need to show myself, I'm already with you as close as I can."

Gritting his teeth in pain it was then that Yuuji saw his reflection staring back at him in the water, grinning ear to ear with malice in those sharp fangs.

"You see , Brat, becoming my vessel didn't just mean I was trapped inside of you..no no..You would slowly become me. Your small soul means shit compared to mine and it will be swallowed whole by me. I just needed us to be bound for some time and you would be mine..."

As the reflection spoke to him, Yuuji screamed out in pain as he felt his bones inside of him crack and twist as if they were rearranging themselves. His stomach felt as if it was being cut open entirely as the flesh began to slowly pull apart while tearing open the yellow hoodie in the process, the meat of his torso was forced open as a tongue lulled out and licked his abs like they were lips. The sides of his waist felt as if someone was taking a pair of axes and were merely swinging it down as flesh began to bubble through and bones formed one by one until two new pair of arms were fully shaped. Taking a deep breath, Yuuji slowly chuckled as one of his hands reached up to his head and gripped it and the others wrapped around his waist.

"N-no..no..i.."

"You should be honoured, Yuuji. You get the privilege of becoming one with me, my power is now yours and yours mine." His lips, against his will, began to speak the words of Sukuna as they formed into a forced grin. "N-no..I haven't told her yet. I haven't told N/N that I love—"

"Yuuji?"

Once when he blinked, Yuuji found himself no longer in the shrine but sitting inside of his desk in his old desk with you standing beside him. Seeing you before him, safe and smiling at him, the boy quickly stood up and wrapped his arms around you which took you for surprise in the process but you simply allowed him to let it all out when you hugged him back. "Well hello to you too, welcome back to earth, how was your trip to space..?" You said, chuckling before feeling something wet on your shoulders. His tears.

"Y/N..I..I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything, I should've told you everything. I should'nt have hit you. I just wanted to protect you because...because...I love you!" His words surprised you but you simply smile. "I love you too, Yuuji."

Staring back down at the reflection before him of the boy hugging onto you tightly as he weeped, dark brown eyes shift to that of a bright velvet shade. Sukuna chuckled while stretching out his newly formed body. How good it felt to be back in control, to have actual flesh again and to see this brand new world all to himself. Sure, his power was not what it used to be but he would regain all of his fingers soon enough. As his domain faded away and he found himself back in the decrepit old shrine, he smirked to himself while debating his next order of business.

"Y/N L/N...Maybe I should do this body a favor and seize you for my own."

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He wouldn't answer any of your calls or texts. No one has heard or seen of him but now there was a witch hunt for your best friend. As you laid in your dimly lit bedroom with bandages over your nose, you stared down at your phone anxiously awaiting something from Yuuji.

Ring~~~

Hearing the sound of your phone vibrating, you quickly shot up from the covers an grabbed the phone, unlocking it right away and placing it to your ear.

"Hello?" There was nothing but silence on the other end, the soft howling of the wind being the other thing you could really make out. "Hello..?"

"N/N.." your heart practically stopped for a moment but you felt almost a wave of relief hearing his voice on the other line. "Oh thank god, Yuuji..Are you ok—" "N/N, open the window." Was all he said before then line went dead and you were left sitting there baffled. Did he make it back to your house? Slowly crawling out of the bed and slipping on your bedroom slippers, you walked over towards the window and moved the blinds down only a little to peep outside. Standing there in your backyard, shirtless and with his hands in his pockets was Yuuji, seemingly back to normal and everything. There were not increased height, no weird markings, he looked fine and apart of you wondered if it was just the force of his punch that made you see him change. No..because everyone else saw his appearance too.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted up the blinds and unlatched the window. The second that it was free and opened up, Yuuji had jumped above onto the roof and crawled inside to your room. "Y-yuuji, you have a lot of explaining to do— Whoa, whoa!" You took a step back cautiously but he soon grabbed ahold of your wrist and pulled you close to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. "I know I do, but first I just want to say I'm sorry to you, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you.." he said, whispering in a soft tone as his hold on you tighten a bit.

"I'm leaving here after tonight but I just had to see you to tell you that I..I love you. I love you, Y/N" Taken back by his words, you felt yourself being pushed onto your bed and watched as the boy loomed over you before crawling onto the mattress.

He loved you. Those words practically made your heart skipped over so many times that you were positive that you had stopped breathing. "Let me come with you, Yuuji." You said, reaching up to his face and caressing his cheeks, "I don't know what's happening but you can trust me. I won't let you go through this alone and I'll always be here with you."

He didn't say much after that. All he did was lower his head a little until your lips were merely inches away from each other before he pressed them together. The sensation you felt was one like fireworks. Those butterflies in your stomach exploding and multiplying over and over again as you felt his tongue licking your bottom lip but you pulled away before he could fully explore your mouth.

"Always..? So you will always stay with me, N/N?" He whispered, head dipping down to your neck as he left a trail of kisses down your warm skin until he kissed the base of your throat. "Yeah..I will." "Do you swear..?" His hands began to grip your hips, running the tips of his fingers against your clothed thighs while he began to press his own hips to your own.

"I-I swear.." you said, staring up at Yuuji with a small smile. He stared at you for a moment, smiling down at you before sitting up, his large hand covering the upper half of his face.

"That's all I need to make you mine." Sliding his hand upwards was when you saw it. Those spare eyes once again on Yuuji's cheeks, staring at you as if it you were nothing but glass. That sincere smile that calmed your soul became a mischievous grin, showing the sharpened fangs he now had. You watched as those pitch blackp markings began to spread over his skin and yet the moment you sat up, two fully grown arms pinned you down onto the mattress. "Almost as naive as the brat himself but I suppose there is some charm to the naivete of a woman. Makes it easier to influence, to change.." 'Yuuji' said, dipping his head down to your ear before biting down on the lobe of it. You gasped out, squirming in his hold.

"Let me go, Yuuji! I don't know what's going on but I want to help! Just let me help you!" You yelled out to him but soon silenced yourself as you noticed the scenery of your bedroom changing. All of your furniture began to disappear one by one as a red hue began to spread around the two of you

In the blink of an eye, you were taken to Sukuna's innate domain. The water that replaced the softness of your bed now causing your back to soaked and your hair now spread out and floating in the depths. "Yell all you want but that brat can't hear you anymore. Gone forever in a dream that will never come true, but I promise I will keep you company in his stead. By the time I am done with you, will forget all about him. All you'll want is me, all you'll ever need is me. The name Ryomen Sukuna will burned into your soul and you'll learn to worship me, N/N..."

With a single swing, the soft yet wet cotton fabric of your shirt and shorts was torn off of you with ease and revealed your now exposed flesh to the cold. Sukuna stared down at them, his tongue licked over his long and sharp fangs as his eyes motioned down to your folds. His hand traveled down your thighs before his finger swiped against the outer circle of your lips yet he looked displeased from what he felt. "Dry as a drought but that's fine. I'll be fucking you regardless" he said, his index finger slowly pushing inside of your virgin cunt causing you to gasp out for air and arch your back. "You tighten just now, dirty whore...Did you often fantasise Yuuji stuffing his cock inside of you...?" he whispered into your ear intimately, he kissed the bottom of your ear and moved onto your neck, sucking until he found the soft spot that made you inhale deeply.

Sukuna sucked on your neck while constantly kept inserting his finger in you, pumping in and out, eventually adding a second digit. He curled his fingers and caused you let out a faint moan as his finger crept closer to your sweet spot over and over. It was too much, you thought as he bit down onto your soft skin, and you were feeling so good from it so far and it made you ashamed. this demon, this thing was in your best friend's body and now he was using it to currently assault your body but the feeling of it all was too good. You had to keep your eyes shut for looking up at Sukuna tugged at your heart as all you saw was Yuuji.

"Oh you are loving this..." parting from your neck,he looked pleased seeing the angry red hickey left behind.

"I-im not...I'm not..." A moan escaped your lips, feeling something wet replace his fingers. Lifting your head, you saw a mouth on the palm of his hand and its tongue gently licking the nub of your clit almost like a lollipop. "Feels good, doesn't it, N/N..?" His tone was nothing less than mocking, the mouth taking ahold of one of your lips with its teeth causing you to scream out. "I said, it feels good doesnt it? Speak when your master is speaking to you. "

"Y-yes! It feels amazing!" You tasted so sweet on his tongue, circling your clit, lapping at your clenching entrance, kissing your folds. "A-Ah~" You whimper when he folds your legs to your chest, He takes another nip at your clit, as he listened to your hushed whines. Your moans were music to his ears, yet what he wanted from you was his name. The thought of his former vessel's love screaming his name turned him on, the thought of keeping you only fueling the flames. It was harder and harder for him to contain hisself when you're drowning in the pleasure of his mouth licking and sucking at your sloppy pussy.

"I'll take you as mine. You'd like that wouldn't you? Being the woman of the king of curses, waiting for me to return to fill you to the brim." sweat felt like it was pooling out of your body from the attention he was giving to on your clit. Your bucking hips were a clear sign that you were close and so, he pulled his hand away.

"You don't get to come yet. You're only allowed to when you're milking my cock."

The things he did to were things no man has ever done before. Scratches and cuts littered your flesh and bruises were on your sore ass and stomach. There a few times to where you had even blacked out from the amount of pleasure he had given you..

Now you found yourself with you riding his swollen cock as he stared up at you with satisfied eyes, grunting while large hands were pressed against your abused breasts as his hips pumped up into your leaking cunt. Your head felt like it was spinning as you screamed out, orgasm crashing hard as your cunt tightened around his shaft.

As you felt his throbbing cock inside of you, his hand grabbed ahold of your chin and your lips made contact. Sukuna only pulled away when he silently cursed, his seed releasing inside of you for what felt like the billionth time. Taking a deep breath, he stayed inside of your warm hole, not wanting a single drop to spill and kissed your cheek.

Fucking you only assured his choice of keeping you as he own. Sukuna was going to original kill you while taking Yuuji's appearance after taking you but holding you close like this as you soon became limp (no doubt exhausted), your warmth against his own and staring down at your cum stained face..it made something inside him feel strange.

A weakness no doubt, but one at the moment that could keep him entertained. Combing a loose strand of hair behind your ears, Sukuna chuckled.

"From this day forth, you will be my bride. Consider yourself lucky..."

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