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deathsimage · 2 years

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Helping Hands

Content: established relationship with Price, soft dom Price, sub reader

Warnings: pure smut, fingering, afab reader, Daddy kink, squirting, spit, slight degradation kink, tit fucking

Description: He wants to watch you fuck yourself on a fake dick but he’s already got you worked up so much, and you’re so small and tight you can’t handle doing it yourself

Note: not proofread, didn’t feel like it. I’m about to fall asleep as we speak but I want this posted because it’s been sitting in my notes for almost a month

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Looking up from the floor, on your knees, hovering over the transparent purple dildo that was placed on the floor beneath your cunt, you looked up to your captain who was sitting comfortably in a chair in front of you. Your body is practically shaking as you try to press the tip of the dildo into your pussy, biting your lip as you whimpered. Watching his ocean eyes burn holes in your flesh as he stared at your naked body, waiting for your needy cunt to swallow the purple cock.

He had already gotten you worked up, driving you both home from a short day at the office, letting you sit in his lap in the office, gripping your hip with one hand as you were grinding on his thigh, feeling the pressure between both of your jeans.

“Needy little girl..can’t go one day without begging for daddy to fuck you, hm?” He playfully slapped your thigh. “Let’s go home, I’m done here for today. Plus I have some plans for you when we get home.” Price smirked, making you get up off of him with your whines as protest. Once you were in the car, he was rubbing your pussy through your jeans, but he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of even going inside your jeans and over your panties..no, he was going to tease the hell out of you until you got home.

(back at home)

“I can’t- daddy please, I need you to do it for me- I can’t-“ you whimpered and panted, your cunt too tight from the edging to let the toy inside of you on your own.

“Yes you can princess, you can do it. Do it for daddy.” Price leaned forward in his chair to coach you through it.

Now you were starting to cry “John I cant- I need you”

His eyes soften as he gets up “it’s okay princess, daddy will take care of you”

He could never bring himself to make you do more than you felt like you could, and he was never disappointed when something didn’t go as planned, because he loved taking care of you, his little girl.

He proceeds to lay you on your back after moving the dildo aside, knelt in front of you, still in his office work clothes. Pushing your thighs back so your knees bent over his shoulders, he slid a finger between your wet folds, listening to you whine was pure ecstasy to him. Knowing that he, and only he, made you feel so good and make those beautiful sounds made him feel like a god. “Good girl, spread your legs for daddy.” He spoke low and soft, sliding a finger inside of your cunt, feeling your walls spasm around his single digit at the feeling of finally being touched, skin on skin, finally being entered. Letting out a small scream as you felt the intrusion of his finger, he leaned down to kiss you, whispering “shh” against your lips as he began to pump his finger in and out of your clenching cunt. Feeling you finally loosen up from the sensation of finally having something inside of you, he entered a second finger, leaning back up and watching you arch your back off of the floor. His other hand came down to lay on your abdomen, his thumb finding it’s way to your clit.

Now Price fingering you mercilessly at a quick pace, spreading your walls with his two thick digits, and playing with your clit with his calloused thumb, you’re squirming and sobbing against the floor, but the hand he has against your abdomen to play with your clit is keeping you pressed down in place. Babbling complete nonsense of “please”, “daddy”, and “John”, you begin to quickly reach your climax, trying desperately to hump his hand(s) as he you’re practically drooling, face messy with spit, sweat, and tears as you accidentally squirt when you cum. Screaming out his name as your legs spasm through your orgasm, you finally realize what the new sensation is. You just pissed on your captain…you’re so embarrassed, your hands coming up to cover your face as you start apologizing, but he just smiles, although you can’t see at that point. You feel him shift, and this makes you feel worse, but now you feel his wet hands hook into the bend of your hips, and soon the roughness of his beard and mustache against your swollen cunt, his warm tongue raking up between your folds causing you to spasm in overstimulation, your hands moving to look down at his face between your legs, stuffed in your cunt as he licks your pussy clean. Leaning back up, he licks his lips, his beard smeared with your juices as he smiled.

“Such a good girl for me.”

You’re so worn out he immediately goes into aftercare, leaning down to pick you up out of the floor but your hand shoots down to try to grab his cock “but you need to cum..”

“It’s alright love, I can handle that later.”

“But I want to take care of you..”

Sitting in thought, he looks at your tits and lays you back down on the floor before he stands up to take his clothes off finally. Kneeling down and straddling your torso, he looks down at you in pure adoration before spitting between your tits, “my pretty slut..” he smirks with a growl before grabbing your hair to pull your head up and make you kiss the head of his cock before letting you lay back again. Pumping his cock a few times, you pressed your tits together around his cock before he leaned forward, pressing the palms of his hands against the floor above you as he begins to thrust his hips slowly, sliding his cock between your spit covered tits. Reaching back to the chair behind him, he grabbed a pillow to prop underneath your head; in thanks you stuck your tongue out to lick at his head every time his cock slid up between your tits.

“Such a pretty girl..covered in daddy’s spit” Price gritted his teeth as he looked down at you. Just the sight of you beneath him, fucked dumb and being used for his personal cock sleeve made his chest tighten. “Fuck, such a pretty little slut. My pretty girl.” Random words of ownership and praise poured from his lips like rain, making you squeeze your thighs together as he continued to use your tits, getting closer to his end by the second. His breathing got heavier, chest rising and falling with each thrust of his cock against your chest, his words stopped pouring, now only forming grunts and moans as his cock and hips twitched. Moving up away from your tits, he was now straddling your face, sinking his cock between your lips into your mouth, trusting against your tongue as he gripped your hair in his hand, letting out a strained grunt as he came down the back of your throat, causing you to choke a bit, gagging and coughing as he slid his cock from between your lips, a bit of his cum trailing after him and spreading down your chin. When you stopped coughing and managed to swallow his cum, Price leaned in to lick his cum from your chin and bottom lip, plunging his tongue into your mouth as he kissed you hungrily, both of you still breathing heavily as he pulled back from you. Looking over you to make sure everything was the way it was supposed to be, he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering a soft “I love you (y/n)..now let’s go get a bath.”

#john price smut #john price imagines #captain john price smut #john price x reader #john price x y/n #john price call of duty #captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price smut #captain price

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scoobydoodean · 4 days

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i think even though cas was in there stealing the journal, i think he was trying to legitimately convince dean to come to his side, because he does it the Very next episode (although he doesnt seem to realize that hes being manipulative about it..im not trying to infantilize him i just remember him being confused/surprised when dean points out that crowley gave him the same line)

like i do think theres a bit of double think in how castiel acts and behaves and he doesnt seem to grasp the emotional consequences of his actions, especially in this season.

like he thinks hes saying "if you trust me (please trust me) i can get crowley to release lisa and ben, because you wont be a threat anymore to his plan"

but dean hears "if you want lisa and ben back, you'll have to fall in line"

thats not to say dean is wrong for hearing it like that, but castiel really seems to be struggling with communication because he did this all for dean (in his mind) and once it's all over everything will be fine, lucifer and michael will stay in their cage, and dean and lisa will be safe at home.

but at this point hes killed too many and hurt too many people to turn back so when dean pleads for him to back down hes hearing dean say "im fine with risking the apocalypse again, and i cant trust you to do a plan that you are certain will work" when dean is just worried about another eve slipping through

its just very delightfully complex (imho) i dont really have a conclusion

Cas definitely wanted Dean on his side. He didn't need to wake Dean up or have a conversation with him to get the journal. He chose to wake him up and have that conversation because he desperately wanted Dean not to think badly of him. It's just hilarious that at the same time, he was also like. There to steal shit. When he saw Dean sleeping on that couch, he just couldn't help himself. He wanted to talk to Dean.

Trying to get Dean on his side was important to Cas because he loves Dean and values their friendship, but it was also important to him because Cas had, to some extent, tied his self-image to everyone else's perception of him over the whole season. He lies to all of his friends—Sam, Dean, Bobby, Balthazar, Rachel. He lies to the Winchesters because he wants a place he can come to where someone still recognizes him as the person he used to be and not the person he is becoming. Crowley puts this best:

CROWLEY: The big lie -- the Winchesters still buy it. The good Cas, the righteous Cas. And long as they still believe it, you get to believe it. Well, I got news for you, kitten. A whore is a whore is a whore.

This is a period where Cas was doubting everything and wrestling with moral quandaries. He sees his own actions as monstrous, but also believes that monstrosity is necessary. He and Dean have a conversation about this very early on in 6.06, after their last interaction in 6.03 had Cas causing a child excruciating pain to gain information.

DEAN What happened to you, Cas? You used to be human, or at least like one. CASTIEL I'm at war. Certain... regrettable things are now required of me.

I've talked about how the title of this episode, "You Can't Handle The Truth", shows Cas's hand in that he doesn't believe anybody else can handle the dirty work. He knows it makes him look bad and that's why he lies about it—to protect his image.

The whole of 6.20, he's struggling, but he's doing it alone. To his friends, he presents his actions with surety—telling Dean insistently that Cas knows what he's doing and that there's nothing broken about his plan, while he says privately praying to his father:

Am I doing the right thing? Am I on the right path? You have to tell me. You have to give me…A sign. Give me a sign. Because if you don’t…I’m gonna ju– I’m gonna do whatever I… Whatever I must.

And to himself about working with Crowley:

I asked myself, “what was I doing with this vermin?”

And while betraying Crowley briefly by killing demons Crowley sent after the Winchesters:

For a brief moment…I was me again.

Sam and Dean and Bobby's belief in Cas's goodness (that he was himself) was so important to Cas that he was spying on them all of 6.20 despite his alleged busy schedule just to check in and see what they were thinking about him. And when they did trust him again for that brief moment, he felt relief, but also knew it was all an illusion and felt shame and guilt about it:

Wonders never cease. They trusted me again. But it was just another lie.

The same discomfort and shame seeps off Cas in 5.17 when Sam and Dean thank him for saving them, while Cas knows Astropos was only after them because of him, and that if they understood the full picture, their feelings about what he'd actually done to "save" them would be very very different. He knows he's receiving praise he doesn't deserve, so the esteem they place on him is hollow.

On the other hand, I do think Cas grasps the emotional consequences of his actions for the most part. That's why he lied the whole season—because he was afraid of the fallout among every single person he knew and even more as the lies stacked and stacked. He knew none of them would agree with what he was doing. But the consequences with Sam and Dean also extend a little deeper than Cas thought they would, and that's what wounds him the absolute most, I think. I don't think Cas expected Sam to question whether Cas intentionally left his soul in The Cage, or for Dean to question whether or not Cas was involved in the plot to kidnap Lisa and Ben in 6.21. He is genuinely and deeply wounded when his care for them is essentially questioned at the very foundation and it leaves him feeling betrayed in his own way.

The thing is, Cas's privately held doubts still do not match the picture he presents to the Winchesters even after he is exposed. Privately, Cas is starting to see the pride and hubris underlying some of his choices:

I wish I could say I was clean of pride at that moment…

I see now that I was prideful. And in all likelihood, I was a fool.

I see now that was arrogance…Hubris

Privately, Cas reveals that his motives aren't as pure as he presents them to be:

I had no choice. I did it to protect the boys. Or to protect myself. I-I don’t know anymore.

Hiding…Lying…Sweeping away evidence. And my motives used to be so pure.

Crowley had a point, of course. My interest was conflicted. I still considered myself the Winchesters’ guardian.

But to the Winchesters? He says "I did it all for you" and "I did it to protect you. I did it to protect all of you" and "It's not broken". He doesn't let them see his doubts, because he might crumble under them—and because sunk cost fallacy and his own pride won't allow him to accept being questioned even by his closest friends. In other words, he continues to lie, and after the big reveal, Dean can see right through him.

CASTIEL: I'm doing this for you, Dean. I'm doing this because of you. DEAN: Because of me. Yeah. You got to be kidding me.

Cas's pride also comes out in this conversation at night in Bobby's house.

DEAN: I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't...Just 'cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it. Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family -- that you are like a brother to me. So, if I'm asking you not to do something...You got to trust me, man. CASTIEL: Or what?

Dean says he isn't going to logic Cas. Bobby and Sam and Dean already tried that earlier that day, Balthazar will also try later, and it doesn't register. Dean puts all of the technical arguments aside and is trying to say (coupled with his earlier assertions) "I know you think you have to do this, but all of us can see you're going off the deep end and even you know that deep down. Please trust us on this." But Cas's response is "Or what?" He turns it into a battle of wills, then adds, "You can't stop me. You're just a man", which is also a dogwhistle for Dean when dealing with angels, who repeatedly over the course of the show, have called him a monkey, a dog, a pet, and other things to express the idea that he is beneath them as a justification for using and hurting him. It immediately turns them against each other because Cas feels like Dean is basically calling him crazy and is offended by the idea that he doesn’t know what he’s doing (even though he has his own private doubts, because at this point his self-image hinges on turning out to be right). Dean is seeing the angelic sense of superiority come out—something he’s far more familiar with than he’d like to be—something common to the angels who have used and manipulated and threatened him and acted entitled to him… and coupled with all the questions about exactly how involved Cas was in using Dean to get alphas over the course of the season and how he knows Cas used him in “The French Mistake”? It doesn’t paint a pretty picture for Dean.

In addition to their profound bond, I think Dean saying, "Cas, we can fix this!" and Dean being Cas's defender the entirety of 6.20 is also why Cas comes to him at the end of the episode. Dean is the weak link in the chain at the time (that completely changes in the next episode when Lisa and Ben are kidnapped). But Dean is also so devastated about all the faith he had in Cas's honesty being crushed, and he's reliving the demon blood arc in some sense, and he's probably reevaluating what he felt when Cas used him in "The French Mistake" and what exactly was going on in "My Heart Will Go On" and how—when Crowley forced him and Sam into doing his bidding, Cas knew it and he let it happen—he let it happen because he wanted the alphas. Not only did Cas know Crowley was using them—he went to great lengths to cover up his involvement and keep them off Crowley's tail. Cas's speech in the following episode demanding Dean's trust again is not only ill-timed while Dean is worried sick about Lisa and Ben—it's full of lies and half truths and even a little shit slinging that Dean knows isn't fair and that is deeply reminiscent of Sam's speech full of falehoods about trust in 4.21.

On Cas's side, I think you're spot on about his lack of cognizance on how he comes across when he says:

CASTIEL: I came to tell you that I will find Lisa and Ben, and I will bring them back. Stand behind me, the one time I ask.

I don't think Cas meant to suggest that the first statement depends on the second one (we can judge as much when he heals Lisa at the end of the episode) but that's absolutely how it comes across.

#mail #6.20 #6.21 #6.03 #6.06 #castiels moral compass #and cas is my best friend #season 6 #pk rewatches spn number ?

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pastanest · 2 years

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x reader

spoilers: set in season 5

Good Guys

He knows you’re due back from a run today. Before you left, you’d run up to him and told him where you were headed and what you were going out to find, how long you’d be gone, all the details that he could never ask you for.

Daryl is a complicated guy, and he has a habit of making things even more complicated for himself, out of fear. For example, as he stands at the gate, watching and waiting for you, he wishes that he’d offered to go with you. It’s already getting dark. He was originally waiting on a random house’s doorstep, that’s where he usually waited for you to return, but you’re late back this time. By no means is this the first time you’re late back, nor is it the first time that Daryl has “gone on watch” solely to wait for you.

The moment he sees you, Daryl feels his entire body relax. He plans to run and act like he was never there, but you’ve already seen him, you’re already smiling at him. You jog up to the gate as he opens it for you.

“Didnt think you were on watch tonight!” You say, eyes bright, smile bright. Everything about you, an impossible sunshine in the night.

“Shift’s changed.” Daryl replies with the usual lie, because he cant possibly admit that he has once again pretended to be on watch just to make sure you get back alright.

You nod in understanding, having no suspicions of him whatsoever as you start to talk about what had happened on the run. When you tell Daryl that the exact reason why you were late back was because you ran into a small herd on your way back, he has to use all the strength he has to stop himself from getting mad at you for going out on your own. But it isnt his business, you arent his, you can handle yourself. He has to act like that’s alright.

Just like when he goes out on a run and finds something he thinks you’ll like, he has to force himself to leave it exactly where he finds it. And when he picks you flowers to bring to you, he always has to drop them in the street and turn around in defeat before he reaches your house.

Daryl never asks you what happens on your runs, but you tell him anyway. Even though he desperately wants to know that you’re okay, he cant bring himself to ask, because that would be him beginning to fall into the trap of falling for you. As if he isnt already stuck there, hidden away in an illusion of denial.

For whatever reason, you always want to talk to him, any chance you get, every time you see him. Daryl tries so hard to refuse the feelings of bliss that swarm him whenever he hears you laugh at one of his deliberately short replies. Just like he tries very hard to not convey his own jealousy when you tell him about guys that have hit on you or asked you out, and then has to hide his own relief when every single time you tell him you rejected them. Whenever Daryl asks why you rejected a guy, your reply is just “he’s not my type” with a casual shrug, and Daryl nods. He knows what your type is, but he was so sure that a number of guys who have hit on you would fit that description. Your rejections confused him a lot.

Daryl wants to let you in so damn badly, but he’s too afraid of himself, of what he could be capable of. His relationship experience extends to drunk one night stands when he was a teenager; human connection has never been his best area.

He wants to be the one you go to for anything you need, whenever you need help. All those times that you’ve instinctually hidden behind him, or jumped to him for safety, or come up to him and asked for his help with something, those times dont count, he doesnt see that he’s already capable of being what he wants to be for you. The way you light up at the sight of him, he assumes that’s how you are with everyone, because you’re so lovely and caring and out of his league.

Daryl tries to be distant with you, he isnt ever rude to you, he just tries to be the most awkward conversation partner ever, which isnt difficult for him to be. He wants to push you away, he wants you to just forget about him, hate him, anything other than like him, because he cant stand it.

Meanwhile, you’re starting to think you’re actively bothering Daryl. He isnt picking up on any of your hints, he seems to barely even notice you exist. Everyone in the group tells you that he’s head over heels for you, even Carol, and she knows Daryl better than anyone. But when he’s so unresponsive, what are you supposed to do? After all this time, all these attempts, you feel defeated.

You’re walking the streets of Alexandria at night because you cant sleep, you’ve been tossing for hours. Being outside might help your brain understand that it’s night time, time to sleep, and walking might tire you out enough to pass out by the time you make it back to your bed. Coincidentally, Daryl’s sitting on his porch for similar reasons.

“You alright?” He asks loudly as you pass his house, and you stop walking.

Daryl notices the way you’re hugging yourself as you walk, but the fact you’re walking alone at night is enough cause for concern. He cant stop himself.

“That’s the first time you’ve ever asked me that, Daryl.” You tell him, unable to so much as look in his general direction.

“Sorry...” He apologises awkwardly, not realising that you’d actually noticed a detail as small as that.

You shake your head and walk up to the porch. The closer you get, the more Daryl can make out of your features; your red puffy eyes and swollen lips. You’ve been crying.

“Daryl, can I ask you a question and trust that you’ll give me an honest answer?” Your arms are crossed, your tone serious, but your voice is weak.

“Yeah.” Daryl replies, knowing that he’s not going to like whatever you’re about to ask him.

“Do you...Do you hate me?” He watches the way your face twists at the mere mention of him disliking you in any way, how much pain it causes you.

“Naw, why’d ya think that?” Daryl asks, trying to be casual about it.

“You never...act like you want me around. You never initiate conversation, and I know that isnt really your thing with anyone, but when I initiate conversation with you, you never ask how Im doing, what I’ve been up to. When I come back from a run it’s like you dont even notice I’ve been gone! Even just as your friend, it really hurts that you act so careless towards me, Daryl.”

The way you are using his name so seriously, rather than in the light, joyful way you usually say it, makes Daryl flinch. The words ‘even just as your friend’ puzzle him and wound him simultaneously.

Your expression is one of utter heartbreak as you continue. “I’ve tried so hard, for so long, just to make you recognise that I exist, that I-“ You cant finish your sentence, you shake your head and look to the side, wiping the tears from your eyes before Daryl sees them roll down your cheeks. “I dont know what it is about me that makes you so cold towards me, but I just wanted you to know that I wont be bothering you anymore.” You tell him, not meeting his eyes before you turn and start to walk away.

Daryl is quick to jump to his feet and grab your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. Turning to face him, you can see the struggle in his expression as he hurries to find the words.

“Never been…like this with anyone.” He begins, and your eyes widen. Daryl decides that, for the first time in his life, he’s just going to open his mouth and let the words fall right out, because he cant possible cause more harm after what he’s already done.

“Ever since ya showed up, it’s like I don’ know how t’ act! I’ve been tryin’ t’ push ya away to get rid o’ my feelin’s for ya, but instead I’ve just ended up hurtin’ you like this, makin’ ya cry...Im such an ass, ‘m sorry, (Y/N).” Daryl lets go of your wrist, his head hanging in shame.

“Why did you want to push me away?” You ask, your voice quiet, sensing how difficult this is for him.

“Didnt want to, had to. Yer the type o’ girl to go for the good guys, you deserve the good guys, and that aint me.” He shakes his head, as if reassuring himself that he’s right in what he’s saying.

“Daryl, what on earth makes you think you’re not a good guy?!” You question incredulously, taking ahold of one of his hands, but he shrinks away from you as he starts to explain himself, avoiding your eyes.

“Got a temper, m’ dad did too. If we got together, an’ I lost it, if I ever...couldnt live with myself if I hurt you.” Daryl realises the irony in his statement, considering he’s already hurt you by trying to protect you from himself.

Silence falls for a moment, before you ever so gently lifts Daryl’s chin with your fingers, to meet your eyes and make sure he really hears what you’re about to say.

“Daryl, you are not your father. You are so kind, beyond brave, and you care so much for the family around you! Even with how you‘ve been acting towards me, I know that Im never safer than when Im with you. Everyone gets angry, that doesnt mean you’re going to hurt someone. Have you ever felt the urge to hurt Maggie? Glenn? You and Rick butt heads on occasion, but even him, you never want to hurt!” You sigh, dropping your hand from beneath his chin so that you can try to hold his hands again. This time, Daryl accepts, and you smile at him.

“You were right, you arent one of the good guys. You’re the best of the best.” You tell him, staring into his eyes with such heartfelt honesty, Daryl wonders how he doesnt break right there.

“Where’ve ya been ma whole life?” He asks, staring back into your eyes with wonder, in awe of how someone as impossible as you could even exist.

“Waiting for you to notice me, asshole.” You tease, grinning at him, and he chuckles guiltily.

“Alright, I deserved that one. What can I do t’ make up for bein’ the world’s biggest asshole?” He asks, taking the fact that you made a joke about it as a sign that he can joke about it too, because he knows he hurt you, and you know he feels guilty, you dont need to continue to hammer more nails into the coffin.

“Treat me like I deserve to be treated.” You answer simply, and Daryl nods.

“I can do that. So, we good?”

You nod back at him. “We’re good.”

Sensing a moment of some description, Daryl leans in to kiss you, but you place a finger on his lips to stop him.

“Nuh-uh, gotta treat me right before you get a kiss, mister. Come by my house tomorrow, and we’ll talk, properly talk.” You instruct him. You dont need to hammer anymore nails into his coffin of guilt, but he isnt off the hook for treating you carelessly, he has to show you that he isnt going to do that again.

Daryl chuckles and nods, understanding what you’re saying. “You got it.”

You smile at him softly. “Goodnight, Daryl.” Letting go of his hands, you turn and start walking back to your house again.

“Night...pretty girl.” Daryl mumbles that last part, and you dramatically cup a hand around your ear.

“Sorry, what was that? I couldnt quite hear you?” You ask loudly, and Daryl knows exactly what you’re actually asking for.

He rolls his eyes as he sees the teasing smile on your face. “Night pretty girl!”

He calls after you, and you beam at him as you walk backwards, facing him as you head back to you house. Then, you blow him a kiss, which Daryl catches and brings to his own lips, only to blow one right back at you, which you dramatically jump up to catch, making him laugh.

You spin on your heel and run the rest of the way back to your house, and Daryl watches, smiling after you. He waits until he sees you close your front door before he heads inside his own house. Your words swirl around Daryl’s mind as he attempts to fall back to sleep, and as he closes his eyes, a small smile makes its way onto his face. Daryl Dixon had never been more happy to be wrong.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #Spotify

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peachysunrize · 2 months

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I had tried to take the leaks with a grain of salt, but now I can say that this really really sucks. I'm reading comments calling Aemond disgusting and cheering on Alicent and Helena for "putting him in his place". They gave Daemon a redemption arc just because they want the general audience to root for him at the Gods Eye. Well, jokes on them, I’ll stan Aemond even more. They glossed over b&c as much as possible and no one gives a shit about baby Jaehaerys. Alicent's character is destroyed beyond repair. Team Green is destroyed. The writers are so biased in favor of TB and girboss Rhae Rhae that season 3 is going to be unwatchable. I had such high hopes and now I'm just tired. The actors were great, it's not their fault. Ewan had the bare minimum of screen time and managed to make me empathize with his character, often without even having a line. But if the script is shit the actors can't do anything about it and you can't expect much from writers who write lines like the one about Aegon's cock and the goatfuckers slur. Ultimately, the thing I liked the most about this season, aside from a bunch of scenes, was the press tour, especially all the Tom and Ewan’s interviews. And the fanfics of course. 💚

Since you mentioned everything, I’ll go ahead and give my two cents on the episode (if you want later the whole season in another one) in this post

There are many things that bugged me this episode.

First things first I’m gonna start with Aegon cause I’ve seen so little of him on my dash today.

Aegon is an underdog. He didn’t want to become king, yet here he is! The cost of it was nearly his life by the hands of his brother. He has to feel betrayed and tossed aside, which he is in fact, but what did we get from him? His dick is like a sausage on a spot. Right. Because there aren’t ANY other factors to talk about, the writers decided to give us yet anotherrrrr disgusting hypersexualizing moment that Aegon talks about his DICK while Larys is saying important things.

About Helaena

I get that they’ve made her into this autistic sweet girl and I’ll stand by her side, but… doesn’t she have a motherly instinct AT ALL? I mean yeah Alicent is the only mother she has seen in her life, but like your son was beheaded in front of you, why don’t you want to idk even SCREAM? The cause your brother is fighting for, THE CAUSE YOUR SON WAS BEHEADED FOR, needs your help…

Aemond

I’ve talked about his scene with Helaena on the balcony, but I’ll say it again; Aemond showing weakness means he is DEEPLY disturbed and troubled. He is desperate to grasp at any chance he can to bring someone on his side because he has no one, absolutely no fucking person, and he has to fight for his and his family’s life ALONE! The same family who ran away and left the war THEY caused for him to deal with. I would have been so angry Dragonstone would melt without me even setting it on fire. HE. IS. ALONE. Even if he didn’t burn Aegon do you think he would have taken Aemond’s side??? He would keep humiliating him, but they are siblings, AND NOW HIS MOTHER AND SIBLINGS HAVE LEFT HIM TO DEAL WITH THIS MESS ALL BY HIMSELF!! The only person he’ll have is Daeron but they probably wouldn’t meet.

Alicent

I don’t even know where to start lmao… The fact that in season one she was ready to MURDER Rhaenyra for Aemond, but now she hates him so much she has to flee from him to RHAENYRA and spoil his plans and OPENING THE GATES FOR HER— not to mention how she fucking nodded at “a son for a son” as if Jaehaerys’ death is totally forgotten (probably has). SHE GAVE RHAENYRA — THE FRIEND WHO ONCE HELD LOVE FOR ME (the fact that she doesn’t even know if she still has affection for her is soooo funny like girl stop wilding and sit and think) — HER ELDEST CHILD!!!!!!!!!! THE CHILD SHE HAD TO GIVE BIRTH TO AT 15!!!! THE SAME CHILD SHE WAS RAPED FOR AND ANOTHER WOMAN WAS CUT OPEN FOR— I CANT begin how furious she made me. Nothing can make me like her again, not when she chose Rhaenyra whose friendship with ended the moment Luke took Aemond’s eye over her children.

#anon #hotd critical #hotd spoilers #anti hotd #inbox open

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kevinsdsy · 5 days

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hi i just want you to know that i live laugh love u and 4 u. also like- when u can- u should totally tell me something abt shawn, derrick, and derek and how be their relationship cos like i love them and u gave them life. to me u r their second mother honestly. drink water :)

AHHH STOP ILY AND I’M SO GLAD YOU’VE ASKED ME TO TALK MY SHIT ABOUT THEM BC I LOVE THEM AND THINK ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS WITH ABOUT ZERO LINES TOO MUCH

anyway their relationship is sooo chaotic. like the team basically knows the three of them are dating, but people outside of the team don’t really know nor realise whatever the dynamic is so there are crazy rumours going around about them

people are convinced someone is cheating in the relationship but they cant figure out who is actually cheating bc people are convinced they’ve seen shawn kiss derek even tho he’s in a relationship with derrick but then others are convinced derrick and derek have kissed too so they can’t seem to figure out

shawn has outright told someone in his class he’s dating both but since shawn is known for his silliness they assumed it was a lie/joke which doesn’t help the situation 😭😭

and now i’m rambling a lot about a silly lil backstory even tho im sure u meant for me to talk about their dynamic so moving on SHDKDHDJ

OKAY so in my mind shawn & derek are basically always being silly, meanwhile derrick is more grounded and has a calm aura

so throughout the socmed au i had this headcanon going on where shawn sleeps A LOT and that’s still going on in my mind

so whenever shawn gets exhausted and is too tired to be energetic he lets derrick & derek chitchat while falling asleep to them talking

most of the time it’s easy for him to fall asleep bc whenever shawn isn’t jumping around and moving a lot derrick likes to play with his hair

when sharing a bed shawn is almost always in the middle (he needs attention all the time or he’ll combust in ashes)

but also he likes to give attention

he especially likes to bombard derek with a lot of kisses all over his face because derek gets shy about it

shawn & derek are soooo soft w each other meanwhile whenever shawn & derrick make out its soooo hot & desperate

on the otherhand when derek & derrick make out it’s really tender & soft too. in my mind derek just needs a lot of love and tenderness idek why he just does <3333

when it’s the three of them together tho it’s sooo different tho.

a lot of derrick watching and taking the lead w both of them and telling them what to do iyk what i mean

what who said that?

hmmm what else??

a lot of them just making fun of each other and being silly

never planning dates they just randomly find themselves on dates without actually realising it

everything they do is spontaneous— going out to eat. karaoke. hanging out outside. study dates etc etc

this is getting kind of long i feel like ?? idk ?? but these are the general ideas i have w them— when i think of more i’m sure i’ll be annoying enough to keep y’all updated SHDKDHDDN hope this was okay and what u hoped to get!!!!

#kevinsdsy’s inbox #derrick/shawn/derek will always live inside me #ntm a lot of derrick & derek making fun of shawn for lowkey being in love with jean #but tbh derek is a bigger simp for jean he just gets away w it more #shawn anderson #derek thompson #derrick allen

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pansy-picnics · 4 days

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Hiya!

I’m curious, what do you think uknighted dream would argue about and how would they apologise to each other?

Cause I personally think Cass hates apologising, Eugene’s not used to it, and Rapunzel according to the show can do no wrong!

Oh, and if you don’t mind me asking, are you planning on updating Children of the moon soon? Sorry, it’s just one of my favourite fics for this ship!

Thank you x

God ive been so bad about that fic i swear i have so many ideas for it but this year has been SOOO busy for me 😭😭 most of my free time has been dedicated to drawing and playing games cuz writing doesn’t come as naturally to me ngl….BUT SOON ENOUGH I WILL LOCK IN I PROMISE!!!! its been crossing my mind a lot more recently snd ive started a little bit of the next chapter…Ur guys’ support means the world to me im so happy to know people enjoy it as much as i do 🥹 and i desperately wish i had more time to dedicate to all my projects

as for your first question though….LMAO yeah the show did rapunzel DIRTY….Honestly it really depends for me, but i think you’re definitely right about cass and eugene. and rapunzel definitely struggles i think to apologize Genuinely, because she can get really overwhelmed with her guilt and anxiety to the point that she loses sight of the actual problem. its definitely a rough spot for all of them

I honestly haven’t thought abt it a lot so idk if i know what they’d fight about Specifically, but what i can come up with off the top of my head is ummm

rapunzel is a chronic Fixer. whenever someone expresses a problem to her shes quicker to try and “solve” it than she is to just. Listen because she kind of has grown up with the idea that everything is Her fault and She needs to fix everything. I think cass and eugene can end up feeling really unheard because of this. Usually it’s just something they can quickly talk through but when put on top of other conflicts it exacerbates things a LOT.

Raps, cass and eugene can all be INCREDIBLY stubborn and set in their ways and they sometimes struggle to hear each other out. rapunzel i think has her moments, but generally she isn’t too bad about it; eugene has a temper and he can be VERY petty but i think unless he REALLY has a reason to hold a grudge against you, he usually just needs about a week to cool down- but Queen of Anxious Attachment Cassandra Tangled (tm) can end up going AGES holding a grudge and just refusing to check in with anyone. as you probably can imagine it does not go well

i think bc rapunzel has such a strong belief that love is transactional she sometimes gets trapped in a cycle where she basically attempts to min-max her time with eugene and cass respectively because she worries if she isn’t spending “equal” amounts of time with them then it means she must not love them enough. as you might imagine this causes a lot more harm than good….

cass is REALLY REALLY bad at asking for help and being vulnerable and especially admitting when someone does something that hurts her. i think this causes a LOT of really stupid miscommunications between them. eugene or rapunzel are both usually able to talk her through it depending on who shes upset at…and it really helps to have a third party there who she trusts because otherwise it could easily just spiral out of control and cause her to grow bitter and distant (As seen in canon LOL)

Ummm….To be completely honest i cant really see a lot of situations where cass and eugene like, Genuinely fight after they get with rapunzel. they obviously still bicker a lot but like, frankly after they’ve both figured their shit out i just don’t think they have much of a reason to fight anymore. Their whole rivalry has always been really childish and most of the more serious stressors have already been taken care of by the time the series ends. i think most of their fights are just over stupid shit and get resolved within the hour. i think they’d have to both go through a MAJOR traumatic event to actually get as bad as they were in season 1 again LMAOOO

How they apologize definitely depends a lot on the situation (go figure) but i genuinely dont think they get into Big fights very often…so when it does happen it takes a toll on all of them.

eugene i imagine is a little extra but sincere. doesn’t do Too much because he doesn’t want to overwhelm the girls, but probably just picks a quiet night and orders takeout or makes a small dinner to talk over. sometimes it can take eugene a while to realize when he’s fucked up but when he DOES realize it, it hits him like a TRUCK and he IMMEDIATELY jumps to do everything in his power to rectify it. he’s a big softie <3

cass is a lot more prideful than raps and eugene whether she realizes it or not, so its a lot harder for her to admit her faults, even when she knows she was wrong. she doesn’t like to make a big deal of when she apologizes because it’s really embarrassing for her. she’s the kind of person to send the apology text to the group chat and have to like physically put her phone down and start pacing around the room. To me.

rapunzel, like i said struggles to genuinely apologize because her anxiety and guilt can just become so overwhelming….she usually has to spend a bit of time away before shes ready to Really talk things out. When she is she definitely shows it quietly but clearly, she writes little notes with a paper bouquet and leaves them around where the other two will find them. they leave her little notes back and let her come to them when she’s ready.

admittedly i’m Not good with thinking of character conflicts off the top of my head, they have to come to me in Visions, and i just don’t end up thinking about a lot of ukd conflicts so hopefully this is okay LOL…..I would love to hear other ppls thoughts….. :3

#uknighted dream #unknighted dream #tangled the series #tts headcanons #ask #tangled ask #pansy rambling again #rapunzels tangled adventure #princess rapunzel #tangled cassandra #eugene fitzherbert

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kateisgonnabeperfect · 5 months

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Today is April 28th, 2024 and my name is Katelynn and I am holding myself accountable. im not letting myself fail myself anymore.

its not even about food

its about having the discipline and self-control to be able to get to the goal ive always so desperately wanted and then keep it.

its the only way i’ll be happy.

i cant give up now or let myself have anymore set-backs or be stuck, ive put in too much hard work to fuck it all up or stop now.

i never want to lose control or be fat again. in anyways shape or form.

so not only am i gonna push myself to do my best im gonna stop letting the temptation of food get to me.

food is a mere sacrifice, i’d rather be disciplined and say no and feel kinda bummed for maybe 2 seconds than continue living in a body i so desperately hate.

living in a body suffocated in fat.

not being able to have friends because i know that all they notice is the fat on my body and i can FEEL it.

always being played and treated like crap because how could you love a fat fuck ???

but i will not let myself be a fat fuck anymore or ever again.

i wont binge.

i wont purge because i wont have too.

i’ll ⭐️ ve.

i dont care if its hard or if it hurts.

i’ll prove to myself and everyone that i can indeed be thin and stay thin for the rest of my life.

i dont even necessarily care about missing out on food or stuff because in the grand scheme of things is food actually worth it?

no, it’s only a necessity; you eat to live you dont live to eat.

and im tired of the gluttony.

im tired of being the fat girl.

im tired of seeing all that fat everytime i look in the mirror.

im tired of overeating and being a slave to food.

so im accepting that even though food might always be around me, that i myself have the discipline and SELF RESPECT for myself to not give in. And accepting that it’s not a punishment, eating it would be and I dont want to punish myself anymore.

especially because college starts soon.

i have so much time on my hands and im going to dedicate it all to weight loss and cultivating a plan and mindset that will not only help me lose the reat of this weight but then keep it off.

and im tired of eating like shit.

im tired of being fat in everyway. everything about it is horrible.

i NEED to get down to 70lbs and then stay 70lbs.

i’ve always wanted to be thinner, ive always wanted to take up less space, to be seen as a person and not a tub of lard. to be wanted and appreciated and feel confident in my body.

4n4 is quite literally my savior, without her i’d be a waste of life. i’d be NOTHING.

so i’m gonna keep updating you guys about my weight loss and what i eat/consume. my calorie intake and my workouts.

i know ⭐️ving is hard, and the temptation of food is hard as a fatty but i wont let myself be a fatty.

the consequences of giving in and not staying disciplined is far worse than the sacrifice of eating something “good”

so here are my stats!

CW:100lbs

GW: 95lbs

GW:90lbs

GW:85lbs

GW:80lbs

GW:75lbs

UGW:70lbs

i dont “deserve” food. i owe it to myself to say no and just suck it up so i can finally be happy and stop hating myself.

and when i get to my UGW i will make sure i fucking maintain it so i never have to live in a body i hate again.

is it going to take time? fuck yeah. is it going to be hard? yes.

am i going to make sure i do it before college starts? fuck yeah.

#a4a coach #4n4 #tw a4a #a4a diary

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persephone11110 · 1 year

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The Last Feeling

tom kazansky x mitchell reader

warnings: cancer, death, grief, angst, vomiting,blood, sad w/happy ending

summary: Tom and Pete shouldn’t have do this, they shouldn’t have to bury her. The wife of Tom Kazansky and the big sister of Pete Mitchell. He shouldn’t have to prepare his children to say goodbye to their mom. The last thing he wants on his mind is his wife’s burial plans. Till Death Do Us Apart

ofc: Angelina“Magnet” Mitchell-Kazansky

other ocs: Artemis Kazansky, Apollo Kazansky

It was a regular night for the Kazansky’s —dinner was being eaten as the family of four sat around the table discussing their day.

Except Angelina had came down with a harsh cold. Her fits had been get worse as the week went on causing her to come home earlier and have the rest of the week off.

It started in the middle of the conversation with the twins when she started to cough, her body shook with intensity, eyes watered with pain.

Ice’s heart dropped.

Artemis started to rub her back as it became a routine her body shakes had only calmed a little unfortunately it didn’t help not by a long shot. As Angelina jumped out her seat hurriedly making way to the bathroom.

The twins also started to stand ready to go after their mother.

“She’s okay”, not at the slightest is she okay.

“Call Uncle Maverick” he told them before ushering out to the bathroom.

His eyes dart to bathroom, hearing how awful Angelina sounds.

When he opened the door Ice found his wife leaned over the toliet with blood flowing out her mouth. Blood on her hands from trying to conceal it from their twins, trying not worry them.

Her breathing got worse, she fell back into Ice’s chest.

“Apollo call 911!” he yelled desperately. “Stay awake Angel”, Ice ordered softly his hand running down the back of her hair.

The hospital kept Angelina for a week trying to diagnose her.

Stage IV lung cancer.

They had been hopeful of getting her chemo and radiation, then they would give her the most aggressive therapy they had in attempts of slowing down the cancer. Giving her the chance of surviving of it and living longer to enjoy her family time.

A wish that was never granted.

That was a year ago.

Maybe death could come faster, take her family’s pain away.

She sure as hell lived up to her callsign Magnet, collecting danger and death as she goes. Causing her family to feel the ripples of her cancer diagnosis.

Angelina breathes slowly, sometimes she thinks about how she’s holding Ice down. Holding him down from what he truly desires and deserves. He do anything for her if it meant sacrificing his naval career for awhile, he even went as far as turning down his Admiral promotion. For her.

Because Tom Kazansky doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve how fraile and weak his wife is— Angelina lost half of her balance making it hard to walk without support or how she can’t go a second without throwing up the food her husband cooks her. Them running fastly turns into walks that Angelina barely last in, she normally begs her husband to go without her- leave in her the dust.

I’m not leaving you Captain Kazansky.

Not being able spend time with her children, needing their help with everything she does.

She can’t doing anything with them anymore, cant play basketball with Artemis for when she needs the help. Can’t play fetch with Apollo like they used to. They don’t deserve this, none of them do.

Pete Mitchell has already lost enough.

First their father Duke Mitchell. And their mother Lucille Mitchell.

Later Nick Bradshaw, followed by his wife Carole.

All Maverick seen is death, he can’t catch a break with death around the corner, snatching and grabbing onto life and taking it away for good.

They don’t deserve what Angelina put them through.

I hate myself.

Angelina falling behind,she’s slowing down her family.

“Sorry—” she whispers staring at the ceiling. “Tom”, Angelina tiredly licking her lips as a dry couch slips out her mouth. He grabs her hand gently putting a kiss ontop of her hand.

“…What?”

Magnet Kazansky, she wishes she could stick to her husband like death and trouble do.

She moves her head slightly.“You don’t have to… stay”. , Angelina’s words reflected what she really meant You can leave me I don’t mind.

But Tom Kazansky minded.

Sliently he slipped from behind her, somehow within seconds Ice was next to Angelina. He grabbing her by the chin, turning her face to show her the biggest smile on his face.

“Of course I’m staying Angelina, where else would I go?”

More tears fall down her face then she wanted “You don’t deserve this Tommy”. He doesn’t deserve me anymore, not when im like this.

“You should go Tom, take the kids with you”.

Angelina didn’t have to look at him to know he was hurt by her words. His silence told her everything she needed to know.

Anger.

Denial.

Tom swallowed down a fist of anger down, fully knowing why his wife was saying this.

“What… what do you mean Angel?” he finally went with, his heart and brain fulled with confusion. Angelina frowned, Tom Kazansky is known for his intelligence. Does he not get it?

“I’m slowing down Tom. I’m keeping you away from what you really want in life, keeping you away from living the life you’ve worked for”.

She blinked back the tears that suddenly fell.

Angelina Kazanksy doesn’t deserve to cry, not after whats she been causing this past year.

Its slient for what felt like ages before Tom answers her again.

“Angelina” His voice wobbles, “How could I ever walk away?”.

“I—”, she tries talking but is cut off by Tom.

“How could I walk from my whole world, the reason I smile everyday, the mother of my children?” Tom voice is wobbly with each word he speaks, something unheard of the last time his voice wobbled is when the twins were placed on Angelina’s chest.

“Angelina I’m not walking away” he declared.“I love you”.

She stares at the wall as if it was more interesting.“I’m not good enough for you Tom, not anymore”.

She couldn’t take it anymore, Tom needed to listen to what’s she saying.

“Spending the rest of your life with someone isn’t bringing you down, spending time with a woman who deserves you”.

Tom hands wrap around her tightly“I love you, how many times do I have to tell you Angie”.

“I don’t want someone else, I only want you”

“I’m not woman you met thirty three years ago Tom, hell I’m not even Magnet Mitchell anymore”.

“I don’t care Angelina”. His eyes water. “You may not be the same from when we first met, but I love you”.

I’ll scream it at the top of my lungs.

She choked back a sob. “I-”

“No! ,No what you’re asking me is out of the question Angie. And stop spewing bullshit”—he stops midway and leans over her face dropping a kiss on Angie’s face. “ There’s nothing you can say or do that will make me walk away. You hear me?, I’ll keep it saying over and over—Mrs. Kazanksy I love you”

She struggled to keep her sob down. “I-im sorry, I really am I don’t know why I said that”

Tom’s shirt was drench as both of their tears combined together had the t-shirt in question covered in tears.

“I love you, Thomas Kazansky”

“I love you too, Angelina Kazansky” he whispers into her ear.

“Pete I always told you i’m the better pilot”, she gently slaps his arm away from her chocolate kisses.

“Nope sis, I’m better” he kisses her cheek.

“I outrank you dipshit” Captain Kazansky, Commander Mitchell

“Who’s older Petey, me or you?” Angie always did love reminding him she’s older than him by six years.

“You, I love you” he kissed her cheek again. He stares at the ceiling light, the light reminded him of light that everyone he loves goes to.

“Take care of my family Pete”, “Take care of Ice even when he doesn’t want seem to want it,he’s going to need your help” she finishes—licking her lips.

��I know I have his six, he’s always going to be my wingman in the air and on the ground”.

He grabs her hand reassuringly.

Stop worrying Angelina.

Tom remembers the first time he saw her.

Her brown hair, so long and beautiful it was the first thing that caught his attention.

He remembers watching her and Slider having a drinking contest— trying to outdrink eachother. Idiots, alcohol dripping down her face and her shirt as alcohol had pour and drenched Angie shirt.

“Winner is Angelina Mitchell!”.

He once hated the Mitchells, then Angelina Mitchell came into the picture.

His hatred and anger disappearing, once he first saw her.

His love for her started back in the hard deck during the year of 86.

For the first time in his life Tom Kazansky was scared of rejection never when it came to top gun, flight school he knew how good he was.

But for her was afraid of a no.

He reached for her hand,giving her hand a kiss.

“You must be the notorious Iceman my brother hates so much” her iced glare made Iceman’s look like nothing.

Brother, you got be kidding me.

“Angelina Mitchell, Lieutenant Magnet Mitchell” their hands shook together.

“Tom Kazansky”, Lieutenant Iceman Kazansky”.

“Nice to meet you Tommy” her lips curled into a smile, as she walked away a paper was slipped into Tom’s hand.

A number on the front, a little note on the back that read “Dont tell Maverick!” on it.

He chuckles the Mitchell’s are truly insane and different.

Little light bulb went off in his— hes in love with his enemy’s older sister. Damn it.

“Someone’s got a little crush” a voice drawled behind him, Slider gave him a dumbass grin. “Is she Mrs. Kazansky?” he zeroes in at Tom’s face.“Don’t let her get away” he slaps a hand on Tom’s shoulder before joining the guys again.

Tom swears he’s going to make her his wife, he’s not losing her. She may have walked away as a Mitchell but later on they’ll dance together as Kazansky’s.

This is woman is his soulmate.

Looking at the moon he quietly thanks Goose.

He had sworn that if push came to shove, he would shove all his might to defend her.

And he did but it wasn’t successful.

He couldn’t protect her.

Its all that comes to mind as he listens to his wife breathing rattle.

He looks to his right eyeing the tube that was shoved down his wife throat, the only thing keeping her alive.

He should call the kids in, call Maverick.

Tears glide down his face like a f-14 gliding in the sky—like his wife used to. Something they did together.

He feels eyes staring at him.

“Vice Admiral Kazansky, I think it times to call in the kids and Maverick?” she asked him. Tom turned to her softly his eye’s still glistening with tears, his jaw clenched—he couldn’t talk back because if he did a loud sob would escape from his throat.

He simply went with a nod. The clock ticked before the twins arrived.

“Dad?” a voice broke his train of thought. Artemis and Apollo stood at the door sadly staring at their mother’s body.

She didn’t look like herself.

“Where’s Uncle Pete?” he decides with, not sure how to start a conversation with kids about their mother dying.

A short figure appears at the door. Pete Mitchell, the younger brother of his wife— his brother in-law.

The younger Mitchell looked distraught— he lacked his self confidence, Pete looked like a grieving sibling. His eyes raw red—his face covered in tears, his slick back hair was messy. He shut the door behind him, crossing the floor sliently like a mouse—not like a Maverick.

“This isn’t fair daddy” Artemis cries, she’s sitting down on her mom’s bed.

Artemis is right, Angelina doesn’t deserve no one who ever diagnosed with cancer does.

Why does death get the chance swoop in take her away from them.

Why can’t death give her a second chance?

“Artie right dad, is there not something you can do?” Apollo took his mom’s hand into his.

Pete stood at the end of Angelina’s bed staring into his sister sleeping body. Watching her chest up and down slowly.

The clock keeps ticking —time going fast. Reminding Tom of how much time he has left with his wife.

How much time is left till death comes and guides her home.

Nurse Millie is back at the door alongside the doctor.

The time was now, death was here waiting for his wife to come.

“Sir I think its time” her face is soft- a small smiled reflected on her lips.

“I love you mama” both Apollo and Artemis said the twins leaned over to her face gently giving her a kiss.

Pete grabs her hand and shakes it,“Sis I think you were right–maybe your are the better pilot”. Tears slide down his face as he takes a shaky breathe.

“God, Angie the love of my life I wished I didn’t have to do this— I wished I didn’t have to loose you death, we were supposed to grow old together, retire together and have grandchildren together— I love you moya lyubov Angelina” Tom squeezes her hand, pecking her on lips.

He stood up straight, him and Pete both salute to her.

Two of the most strongest men crying.

Artemis and Apollo hug eachother.

“Why are you being so stubborn big sis?” Pete asked his dying sister.“Let Goose and Carole guide you home”

“Tell Ma and Dad I love them”, he whispers to her ear.

His heart ache in pain as the unsettling thought of sister dying finally came to mind.

“Sometimes when a person is dying they don’t leave until they feel its okay” Nurse Millie supplied the grieving family, “Let her know its okay to go home”.

Tom nodded his head solemnly. “Moya Lubov, I love you and I always will but I think it’s time to go home”, “Me and Pete, the kids will do fine”.

“Tom right you know unfortunately I have to agree with the guy sis”

“Stop being stubborn mama” Apollo smiled sadly at his mom.

But Tom couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that his wife is dying, and he can’t doing anything to stop it— to help her defeat death.

She wasn’t supposed to die, she and him were suppose to go together in peace , not in pain.

“Go home mom we’ll be okay I promise, scouts honor” Artemis promised her.

The numbers on the ventilator start to decline, the signal of the death was finally near.

“It’s okay sweetheart let go”, Tom’s throat closes as his wife starts to let go finally. He swore to life that he heard her sigh, as if the pain she felt had finally came to an end.

For what like minutes which was really seconds, Angelina slips away peacefully.

The beeping steadily ended as the numbers went to zero.

Time of death 2:22.

Angelina feels cold—the feeling of death has taken over her body.

Angelina already missed the sound of Tom’s voice. It was comforting hearing her family tell her its okay, it was nice knowing they would be okay without her. Yet all she wanted to do is give them a hug—tell them she’s sorry for all pain and sorrow she’s caused.

Angelina wants to hug her twins like she did all the other times and reassure them everything will be okay. Tell them to look out for each other like she and Pete did.

She wants both Tom and Pete to make it their life mission to stay close together, to not allow death to draw them apart. To make sure they don’t join her for awhile, she’s knows none of them aren’t ready yet— there’s missions to be completed—families to be created- love to be shared.

“Tell Ma and Dad I love them”

A light shines bright behind easily blinding her. At thought of her dead parents Angelina hears a whistle, only her family knew that whistle— it meant come home, were ready for you.

The next thing she felt was someone hugging her and it felt like old times, the hug was something she remembered from her childhood.

A scent mixed with love and warmth, and protection.

Her eyes are less blurry now and clearer eye sight reveals a taller brunette man who was wearing a uniform. He looked like Pete just forty years past, his eyes were filled with warmth and sadness.

She recognized him as a picture of man she kept on her desk in the corner facing her. The picture had three people, Angelina— Baby Pete and her dad.

Yet he didn’t look like she thought he would. His uniform was spotlessly clean, the blood was gone, there wasn’t any apparent scars on him.

“Dad?”

She didn’t look death eaten her alive either. Angelina looked like she did before, young and free of pain.

The man hands envelopes her even tighter, smoothing down her hair gently.

“It’s supposed be like this you became peaceful with death” the man clued her in“You’d no longer fought death anymore ”

“But yeah kiddo It’s me— me and mama have been waiting for you”.

“Everything’s going to be fine”, he rubbed her knuckles before adding kiss on her to right hand.

He’s right.

“Kiddo we need to go find mom, before she’s asks why i’m hogging you”.

Everything going to be okay.

“Let’s go dad me and you both know how impatient mama is”.

#top gun #top gun maverick #tom kazansky x reader #tom kazansky #pete mitchell #pete mitchell x reader

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insanely long analysis of the ep promise of she-ra <3

(first a bit of S1e10- the beacon)

[Adora is talking to the woods as she-ra.] Just let me fix this, please! I-I can’t let anyone else get hurt. [she transforms back into adora and sits down] Fine. You win. You want me to be weak? Well. I am. And I’m afraid. Because, I-I’m no good at any of this.

God doesn’t that hurt immediately off the bat. “just let me fix this, please” is a perfect summary of adoras entire character. She is so, so desperate to be useful- she needs to help other people, she needs to fix everything and save everyone. She cant let herself be a person, shes a vessel (HRUAHHRAGHHH season 5) to help others, shes a tool and a means to an end. Shes the hero. But shes bad at that, because no matter how much she represses herself, she feels and wants things so strongly all the time. She hopes and begs for direction and destiny but shes terrified of not having control. She will desperately try again and again to be the perfect hero-sacrifice that will heal the world and keep her friends safe but she doesn’t want that, not really, what she wants is to go to parties and hang out with her friends and catra, but she feels she doesn’t deserve that. She cant let herself have anything she wants. But she still does. Shes afraid and shes weak and shes too young for this. Her wanting things so strongly is what ruins everyones plans, shadow weaver’s and light hope’s and horde prime’s. its what saves everyone. This doesn’t have anything to do w the scene I was talking about anymore oops. “I’m no good at any of this” just confirms that, shes bad at being your standard self sacrificing selfless hero in the same way catra was bad at being an unfeeling purely evil villain. She just cant stop being a person

Ok now onto Promise: the ep starts immediately after that scene, with adora going inside the crystal castle looking for answers on how to heal glimmer, and catra following after her looking for tech that she can use (and also to spy on adora bc that might not have been her primary objective but shes not gonna pass up on that chance lol)

“You are not ready yet. You must let go.” “let go of what?” [camera pans to catra] will always be so. Ugh poetic cinema

How did anyone ever trust light hope lmao immediately from the first time she shows up shes all like “free yourself of all of your earthly attachments and join my hero training course”. Also, again, adora’s attachment to catra (and glimmer and bow) has always been the main thing saving her from falling head first into self sacrificial bullshit. She cant let go of her. She will never fully let go of her.

Catra: What's going on? Why are those things trying to kill us?

She-Ra: They're trying to kill you. This place sees you as an invader.

Catra: Well, can't you tell them to stop?

She-Ra: [incredulously, frustrated] No, I can't tell them to stop! Clearly nothing in here is listening to me!

Oh I just realized something. The crystal castle is a place that was made for adora and caters to her, and it sees catra as an invader. Much like how in the Horde, adora was favoritized and shadow weaver’s center of attention while catra was mistreated and discarded. Seen as an invasion, a corrupting force in Adora’s life. The one thing adora cant control in the crystal castle is how it reacts to catra, it activates security protocol no matter what she does, like how adora could never fully protect catra from shadow weaver and the others. Even throughout the episode and at the end, we see catra fighting tooth and nail to survive everything the castle throws at her while adora undermines her (“I had it.” “Sure you did.”), and by the end all her fighting pays off and she comes out victorious, like how she goes up in the horde until shes effectively its lord. The crystal castle (im just gonna call it CC) literally becomes the fright zone throught the simulation too I cant believe I didn’t get this before

Catra: Anyway, what are you doing here? [angrily, sarcastically] Where are your new best friends? I thought you guys did eVeRyThInG together.

The similarity between this and the flashback scene where we see a child catra say “go eat with your new best friend lonnie! I know you like her better than me. Youre supposed to me my friend” really shows how immature they still are I think. Not as a like, inherent character flaw or smth, they just weren’t raised in a place where emotional maturity is a thing you learn. They were never taught how to deal with their emotions in any way, other than “repress it really hard, hit someone and blow up a civilian”. Of course theyre emotionally stunted. This probably also contributes to both of them’s very black and white way of thinking. Also theyre still in the 17-18 range so like literally theyre teens. Just goes to show that them being separated for a while was necessary, bc they needed to break off their codependency to be able to grow as people and mature emotionally, that would never happen if they stayed together and just enabling each others toxic traits, instead of being able to have a healthy relationship like they do after the end.

Something I also never considered before is why the CC showed them the memories it did? Like. Was it light hope that chose those? I assume so since she not only has shown she can do that but also watched adora her entire life so she knows all her memories. Did she specifically pick out painful memories that she thought would tear them further apart? It seems obvious now but I just never thought ab this before. The first memory shown does go against that tho, its just baby adora and catra being cute. Maybe she wanted to show them how much their relationship had deteriorated?

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Ooooouough this is when it starts to hurt pray for my emotional stability

Adora: ...Can I ask you something?

Catra: Can I stop you?

Adora: ...Why did you help me escape after Shadow Weaver captured us?

Catra: Not this again.

Adora: It's the one thing I can't figure out. You didn't have to do that. You could've gotten caught...why risk it? [Rock on the edge crumbles beneath her; yelps] Whoa, whoa, whoa--!

Catra: Did you really think I'd just let Shadow Weaver erase your memory like that?

Adora: I dunno. Probably.

[Adora grunts as Catra pulls her up]

Catra: Yeah, well, you never did have too much faith in me.

Adora: Can you blame me?

Catra: Not really.

This is so. Ugh. I love adora but especially in the first season shes so.. girl what are you doing!!!! How can she be so ignorant. Obviously I know how but. Augh so much of catra’s hurt stems from this… when I say that adora was fully, totally brainwashed by the horde, I don’t mean just that she believed their propaganda about the war, or whatever bullshit shadow weaver ingrained in her about her purpose. She also believed what they all said about catra. To a lesser extend, obviously, and she loved catra with all of herself- but she did still believe catra was a bit lazy, kinda disrespectful, uncaring, etc. and I cant even totally blame her, because catra actively tried to make herself seem all those things. Catra didn’t want to let anyone know how hard she tried, how much she hurt, so she played up the “aloof, lazy student/soldier who doesn’t care about anything” role as much as she could. But still, god, the way adora treated her must have hurt so much. “you never did have too much faith in me” absolutely breaks my heart. Catra cared about adora so much. She cared about adora more than anything in her life. Obviously she would do anything to prove herself once she can, look at how even the person who loved her the most thought about her. Im gonna talk more ab this later there are better scenes for that. But also I CANNOT BELIEVE ADORA IN THIS!!! GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!! WDYM CAN U BLAME ME YES I CAN (ignore the part where I said I couldn’t) DON’T JUST SAY THAT SHE SAVED YOUR LIFE. OH MY GOD ok. Being a catra, an adora, and a catradora stan means sometimes u really want to slap s1 adora in the face. For multiple reasons. and the fact catra agrees too…. Catra hates herself so much. She truly honestly believes shes a bad person and it breaks my heart. And unfortunately for everyone, catra has shown that she'll always play a role that shes assigned to the max. everyone believed that shes a villain, she believed that shes a villain, so by fucking god shes gonna be a villain.

putting the rest of this under a readmore bc its longggg

her tail touching adoras hand i am on the floor

Catra: It wasn't all bad growing up in the Fright Zone, was it? I mean, you still have some good memories, right? (dont trust the subtitles in the pics theyre wrong)

THIS scene destroys me. Catra’s so- she always knew the horde was evil, ok, she always knew their childhood was bad. But she endured it for adora. To catra, all the happy memories they made growing up were worth it- all for adora. It didn’t matter what they did. Only to see adora throw all these moments away the moment she realized the rest of it was bad? God, catra mustve felt like she was garbage to adora. Something that wasn’t even worth thinking about once she had the opportunity of something better. Shes very aloof here, as always, but she probably feels a bit desperate- was it worth it for you too? Did any of it matter to you? Where you just miserable the entire time?

Adora: Of course I do. But it doesn't change the fact that the Horde is evil. I had no choice. I couldn't go back.

This is adora’s biggest problem tho. She had no choice, she couldn’t go back. She never feels like she can choose anything based on what she actually wants. Shes always, always driven by this need to do good, the right thing. And this is where theyre most incompatible at first, because while catra only cares about adora and that’s her priority, adora has Morals and puts the greater good over her personal relationships, which to catra makes it seem like she doesn’t care about her. Her happy memories were absolutely worth it to adora, but theyre not more important than the good of the entire world. (I don’t think adora having a sense of morality and not wanting to side with a military empire is a bad thing, catra was the villain of the show for a reason and the reason is that obviously working for something that wants to take over the world is bad. Im just explaining how this is what drove them apart, how catras mind works, and to an extend why you can understand her side and emphatize with her even if she was in the wrong. That trait of adora’s does get bad when she starts acting like she needs to kill herself for that greater good tho.)

them taking a moment to play-fight in the middle of all of that makes me want to sobbbbb 😭😭😭

TINY LITTLE BABIESSSSSSSSSSS Young Catra: What was that? Way to gang up on me!

Young Lonnie: You were fighting dirty. I was just leveling the field.

[Catra shakes and growls in anger as Adora walks up and places a hand on Catra's shoulder]

Young Adora: Hey, you were awesome! Did I hurt you?

Young Catra: No, I'm fine. You're just lucky I let you win.

Young Adora: Riiiiiiiight.

Young Catra: I'm serious! [scoffs] If I came in first, people might expect me to actually start doing stuff around here. Trust me, second place suits me just fine.

Young Adora: Yeah, okay.

EVERYTHING I SAID BEFORE. you can see catra was obviously extremely upset that she didn’t win, but admitting that would be admitting defeat. She shrinks herself to fit into this “no im fine, im chill, im not even trying in fact. I don’t care” attitude, because that hurts less than admitting that shes trying so, so hard but no one believes in her and she keeps losing to adora (mostly bc the other cadets and staff favoritize adora over her, and discriminate against her, making it harder for her to succeed in anything). And adora believes her. “second place suits me just fine” was the mantra catra kept telling herself through her entire life to try and feel less hurt about living in adoras shadow.

though it wasn’t working, and her resentment towards adora kept growing more and more.

oh this scene could be ab so many things. Catra literally slipping through her fingers. A parallel to earlier, when catra held onto adora and helped her up, while here theyre torn apart by a force stronger than them. How adora tried but couldn’t save catra. Aughh

and here, we see how capable catra is. Shes both extremely strong (able to rip herself out of… whatever that is) and extremely smart, even under pressure (in seconds she figures out where she has damage this thing shes never seen before so it stops working)

only for adora to come in, “save the day” after she had already saved herself, and act all. “sure you did” about it. Again, making absolutely clear catra knows she doesn’t believe in her.

Adora: What is your problem? I was just trying to save you.

Catra: For the last time, I don't need you to save me. I've been doing just fine on my own. No thanks to you.

That says everything on its own. Adora doesn’t understand why catra is hurt/angry, she doesn’t even understand how what she said undermines catra. And catra is extremely bitter that adora keeps acting like That. Also, something I haven’t touched on is that adora leaving the horde put catra in so much danger. She was the only thing providing catra with even the slightest bit of protection, which catra -hated- but absolutely depended on, since shadow weaver had made clear that catra was -only ever kept alive because of adora-. Adora defecting put catra in danger not only of the other cadets targeting her, but of death. Catra was left all alone to survive in those conditions, and she did, and now adora keeps acting like catra needs her to save her.

Adora: Catra, wait. ...I'm sorry for leaving. I couldn't go back to the Fright Zone, not after I saw what the Horde was really doing. something that must have stung too is the idea that adora saw innocent people suffering, and that led her to realize that the horde was bad. But she had seen catra being abused by the horde their whole life, and yet still thought the horde was good. What does that say about how adora saw catra? Did she think catra deserve it, wasn’t innocent enough for that violence to be unwarranted? Was her suffering not enough for adora to realize how fucked up that was? (again, we’re able to know that it wasn’t that, adora was just as abused as catra, watching someone be physically abused is also extremely traumatized and kids will learn to justify the abuse theyre experiencing to themselves or others and might not realize its wrong u cant expect a kid to know how to act in a situation like that she was in as much survival mode as catra was and her trying to keep herself in shadow weaver’s good side was just her desperately trying to keep herself safe etc etc this is from catras perspective) I never wanted to leave you. ...You could come with me! You-you-you could join the rebellion! I know you're not a bad person, Catra. You don't belong with the Horde.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this hurts so much. Adora might have internalized some of what the horde said ab catra and catra might have felt that 10 times as strong than it actually was but adora never actually believed catra was a bad person. Shes probably the only one (before scorpia and entrapta) that Didn’t think catra was destined to be a disgrace, to be bad. And its so sad bc even with all their flaws she loves catra so so much and she wants catra to come with her so much. Adora now has access to a life where she has the opportunity to be happy and she so desperately wants to give catra that same life. She knows catra deserves better and she can see that now more clearly than ever. But its too late, catra is too hurt and too angry to follow her and even if at this point adoras words might have some effect on her, its about to get so much worse. :(

Fuck this next part is going to hurt. Ok

Shadow Weaver: [screams angrily] Get out!

[Young Adora cries out in alarm as dark magic encloses the exit]

Shadow Weaver: Catra... [young Adora turns to see young Catra's form enveloped in a paralyzing, zapping magic] ...you stay.

[Young Catra grunts as she is forced to stand]

Shadow Weaver: What do you think you're doing in here?

[Shadow Weaver makes young Catra turn, feet squeaking on the floor as she does so without picking up her feet; Shadow Weaver clicks her mask back in place]

Catra: [fearfully] We were just playing.

Shadow Weaver: [hatefully] Insolent child. I've come to expect such disgraceful behavior from you. But I will not allow you to drag Adora down as well.

Adora: [pleading] Shadow Weaver, it wasn't her fault, it was my idea, too!

Shadow Weaver: [hatefully, still talking to Catra] You have never been anything more than a nuisance to me! I've kept you around this long because Adora was fond of you, but if you ever do anything to jeopardize her future, I will dispose of you myself. [slowly, enunciating] Do you understand?

Adora: [runs between them, throwing her arms out to protect young Catra; pleading] Please stop!

[The dark magic dissipates back into Shadow Weaver's cloak as she groans and moves back toward the Garnet; Young Adora and young Catra share a look before young Adora runs over to Shadow Weaver]

Adora: She didn't mean to!

Shadow Weaver: [placidly, attempting to soothe] Adora, you must do a better job of keeping her under control. [Shadow Weaver finally lets young Catra out of the paralyzing magic and she grunts as she falls to the ground] Do not let something like this happen again. [she pats young Adora's head as young Catra looks on]

Transcripts and screenshots cannot properly convey the dread of this scene. In a flashback, catra and adora are caught by shadow weaver playing in a place they weren’t supposed to be in, and shadow weaver paralyzes catra with electric magic we know is extremely painful to be caught in, and threatens her life. Catra and adora look to be like, between 6-7 years old in this scene. Theres so much happening here. This lays the foundation to basically everything that happens in the show.

First off, shadow weaver singles out, physically hurts catra, and blames her for something that adora initiated. then, she makes it clear that she sees catra and someone that is bad, and she doesn’t expect anything else from her. And, she says catra is a bad influence in adora’s life, tainting whats perfect, and that tells her that every time after this that adora “acts out”, will be catra’s fault.

she tells catra that, if she ever feels like catra is “ruining” adora, she will get killed. From now on, adora’s friendship is literally what is keeping catra alive. This will, understandably, fuck their relationship up a little bit and also make catra incredibly dependent on adora. She will do anything to keep being adora’s friend and she will have to make sure that shadow weaver doesn’t feel like she is making adora behave out of line or that she isn’t becoming better than adora, isn’t taking her number 1 spot away from her.

she goes on to tell adora, who has been watching all of this, that its her job to make sure catra is kept in line. She’s seen what happens when she doesn’t. this will make adora feel incredibly responsible for catras well being, and like she has to constantly save catra and beg for catra to act right, otherwise catra will get hurt and itll be her fault. On the other hand, adora is a child who just saw someone get tortured, and subconsciously shes gonna make sure to always stay in shadow weavers good side, not only bc if she doesn’t then catra gets punished but because she does not want that to happen to her too.

catra, who was frozen and electrocuted and berated, saw adora get gently talked to, “reassured”, and receive physical affection.

that results in catra growing up both extremely attached and extremely bitter of adora, for “having it easy” and always acting like shes her savior, while she has to constantly walk on eggshells (on a minefield, honestly) so she doesn’t get physically abused. She starts resenting adora as anything she does gets blamed on her, and shes forced to live as her shadow, her bad influence, the devil to adora’s angel. And in adora having a major savior/messiah complex, she feels like shes responsible for saving everyone, and every time someone gets hurt its her fault. She will live the rest of her life trying fix and save everything, because if she can’t then what good is she?

understanding that this is where all of their motivations, flaws, traumas and personalities come from will help u understand the entire show better tbh. It all comes down to shadow weaver. [Young Adora and Catra are walking down a hall in the Fright Zone, just after this incident; they walk past a pillar and become Present Adora and Catra again]

Catra: You always need to play the hero, don't you?

Adora: I was only trying to protect you.

Catra: You never protected me! Not in any way that would put you on Shadow Weaver's bad side.

[Scene transitions to Young Adora and Catra in the same place]

Young Catra: Admit it. You love being her favorite!

Young Adora: That's not true!

Young Catra: Oh, yeah? [glitches back to Present Catra (and Adora)] When you left, who do you think took the fall for you? Who was protecting me then?

Adora: You don't have to let Shadow Weaver treat you like that anymore. You can leave--[glitches back to Young Adora and Catra]--just like I did!

Young Catra: Oh, because I need to follow you everywhere you go?!

Young Adora: I didn't mean it that way.

[glitches back to Present Adora and Catra]

Catra: I don't. Want. To leave. What don't you understand about that? I'm not afraid of Shadow Weaver anymore, and I'm a better Force Captain than you would've ever been.

[glitches back to Young Adora and Catra]

Young Adora: You always said you didn't care about things like that...

Young Catra: [crying] Well, I was lying, obviously!

[glitches back to Present Adora and Catra; Catra begins to walk away]

Adora: Catra, just wait!

Catra: Why do you think I gave the sword back to you in the Fright Zone? I didn't want you to come back, Adora!

That scene lays out everything I said so perfectly I don’t even have anything to add.

This scene where catra is running through a simulation of all her most painful memories and desperately screams LET! ME! OUT OF HERE!! perfectly represents what spiraling like that feels like

[a younger Catra, maybe 5 or younger, is crying and hiding her face in a blanket on their bunk in the Fright Zone]

Young Adora: [peers from around a doorway] ...Catra?

[Young Catra continues to sob as Young Adora walks to her; Young Adora peels back the cover from Young Catra's face, and Young Catra hisses]

Young Adora: Catra, it's okay, it's just me. It doesn't matter what they do to us, you know? You look out for me, and I look out for you. Nothing really bad can happen as long as we have each other.

Young Catra and Present Catra: You promise?

Young Adora: I promise.

And then the promise. Everything catra went through, all the abuse and bullying, she put up with all of it because of this. She held onto their promise until the end. But the moment adora decided to leave the horde, she broke their promise.

as the memory-simulation ends, young catra gives a look to present catra. One that probably said, remember this. Remember how much you mean for each other. Don’t break your part of the promise. But this isn’t how catra takes it at all. all this tells catra, all that this entire day has told catra, is how terrible adora is. Adora ruined her life. Adora lied to her, said they’d be together forever only to abandon her. Adora forced her to be in her shadow. Adora is the reason shadow weaver never treated her right. She looks at her younger self and thinks, I'll avenge you. Im never gonna let anyone hurt you ever again. Im going to show all of them how strong I can be, ill rise to the top and ill be unstoppable. Im never letting anybody put me down ever again.

(and then is season 5, seeing a younger version of herself is also what makes her realize how wrong she was, how this isn’t the path she wants to take. Its what motivates her to get better, be better. Thinking about herself as a child kickstarted both her descent into being a villain and her redemption arc/recovery.) [Adora is holding onto dear life to some ropes or smth that are keeping her from falling off a cliff. Catra shows up]

Adora: [hopeful] Catra?

Catra: [holding the sword, rubs a finger along its side] Hey, Adora.

Adora: [pleading] Catra, help me, please...

Catra: [contemplatively unhurried] This thing wouldn't work for me if I tried, would it? It only works for you. Then again, you're special. That's what Shadow Weaver always said.

Adora: Catra...what are you doing?

Catra: Ah, you know? It all makes sense now. You've always been the one holding me back. You wanted me to think I needed you. You wanted me to feel weak. Every hero needs a sidekick, right?

Adora: [desperately] Catra, no, that's not how it was...

Catra: [laughs humorlessly] The sad thing is, I've spent all this time hoping you'd come back to the Horde, when really you leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me. I am so much stronger than anyone ever thought.

I wonder what I could've been if I'd gotten rid of you sooner...

[Catra cuts the last of the rope holding Adora up; Adora shrieks as she falls, catching a rock handhold on the way down]

Adora: I-I'm sorry! I never meant to make you feel like you were second best! Please don't do this!

[Catra looks at the sword, then tosses it into the chasm; it clangs on the way down, Adora gasps lightly]

Catra: Bye, Adora. I really am going to miss you.

And then she fucking lion kings adora. The fucking episode ever number 1 villain origin story of the century catra you will always be everything to me. Writing this took 6 hours im so tired. And then the episode ends with light hope once more telling adora she needs to let go AUGH so good. I need to go to sleep. if you read all of this i love u i hope u liked it <3 also u might like this post also

#writing this was exhausting omg #its 5:30am i begun writing this before midnight #sorry ab the quality of some of the pics i had to make sure this fit the 30 pics limit #also i am not a writer! i apologize for how messy this is!#theyre literally everything to me..#she ra #catra #adora #catradora

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PUTTING THIS UNDER A READ MORE BECAUSE I'M JUST SHY ABOUT THIS...

Anyway, I also made a day 1 of Winter WonderKlok that includes my OC Missy and her guys. I plan on writing more about them and of course more in depth things BUT FOR NOW some silly Winter WonderKlok fun things.

This was Missy’s first time experiencing snow and she was pretty sure she was severely under prepared for this. Despite dressing in layers as Skwisgaar had suggested, it definitely wasn’t enough. Her legs felt frozen, and despite moving forward through the snow she was worried her body would freeze at any moment. It must’ve been noticeable since Toki ended up heading over and scooped Missy up to carry her.

“Pff… Shows off.” Skwisgaar mumbled under his breath.

“Th-thank… Y-you…” Missy managed to say, now burying her face against Toki’s chest desperate for his warmth.

“Welcomes. Cant’s believes you ammnst never been in snows befores!” Toki exclaimed, still holding Missy close to him. He could feel how much she was shivering even still. “Do you wants to go backs inside?” He sounded concerned - he didn’t want Missy to get sick.

“N-no… No, I’m okay.” Missy said. Yeah, she was freezing but she also didn’t want to miss out on the chance to make her first snowman!

“Okays… So…” Skwisgaar began to say when they finally got to a good spot with enough snow. “You gots to move the snows close togethers to bunch up enough snow to makes this.”

Missy was still clinging tightly to Toki but she looked over to watch Skwisgaar’s demonstration.

Skwisgaar seemed to be struggling with bundling up the snow together, so Toki used this opportunity to gently set Missy down to go over to help Skwisgaar.

“Skwisgaar you gots to do it likes this…” Toki seemed to be able to bundle up snow far more quickly and rolled it together much faster than Skwisgaar. “You ams taking too longs, Missy ams goings to freeze.”

“Fines. Then you finish it and I’ll keep her warms…” Skwisgaar released the snow he was holding and went over to hold Missy instead. Since Skwisgaar was touching the snow, she felt the remnants of snow that had been on his jacket and when he hugged her she swore she could feel the coldness making its way through her layers.

“It’s way too cold for me out here. Maybe… I could just wait inside and I’ll come back when you two are done?” Missy suggested, she seriously felt like her toes were starting to freeze, unless they were frozen already.

“No Missy! You gots to builds it with us!” Toki exclaimed, he went over to bring her close to him again in an attempt to keep her warm. “We’ll be fast… Promise. Wants you to experience snowman’s building.”

“Okay, okay…” Missy was still a little reluctant, but she also didn’t want to disappoint Toki. She could tell Skwisgaar didn’t mind if they ended up ditching the whole ‘snowman building idea’.

“Comes on Skwisgaar, lets hurries so Missy doesn’t freeze.” Toki got back to bunching up more snow.

“What do you thinks I ams doing?” Skwisgaar was still having a hard time bunching enough snow to roll into a good size. It had been such a long time since he did this.

—

“Theres! See!” Toki exclaimed happily now showing Missy their snowman. Well, so far it was just three snowballs stacked on top of each other.

“Now we just needs decorations…” Skwisgaar looked at the snowman. He wasn’t sure what to add to this.

“Don’t they usually use um… Sticks and carrots and… coal or something?” Missy asked, she had only seen what they looked like on TV.

“Yeahs, if you wants a BORINGS snowmans… Gots to be more creatives.” Toki reached into his pocket. “I gots some crayons… Uhh gonna use them as horns. Skwisgaar what do you haves?”

Skwisgaar reached into his pocket, he had some pills in his pocket which he didn’t even remember what they were… Maybe something Pickles wanted him to take when they were drunk? He thinks one was a vitamin and maybe a pain killer… Who knows what other pills were. “Coulds use these for somethinks maybe?”

Missy’s smile seemed to fade… just what kind of snowman would this be anyway? She made eye contact with Toki and knew this meant her turn was next. She reached into her pocket, she had a guitar pick in there. “I just have this.”

“Okays, goods! Comes here Missy…You cans puts the decorations up!” Toki sounded so excited to let her do this.

“Okay.” Missy nodded and stepped forward. Poor snowman… doesn’t even have arms. Maybe she’d find some sticks for it later. She took Toki’s crayons first and stuck them on either side of its head to make the horns that Toki requested. Next, the various…pills that were in Skwisgaar’s pocket. She decided to make eyes for him, and the guitar pick of course ended up being the nose.

“Wowie! Your first snowmans!” Toki clapped his hands together excitedly.

“Snowsman… mores like sadmans…” Skwisgaar chuckled a bit to himself, seemingly proud of the joke he just made.

Toki didn’t find it funny though, he just frowned.

“It’s still very…incomplete.” Missy said as she stepped back to take a look at it from afar. No arms, no hat, no smile… She almost felt bad for it.

“Don’t worries Missy! We cans get more things and makes it better! Wants to make sures you have a goods time… Wants to make sures your first snowmans ams the best one!” Toki exclaimed.

Missy couldn’t help but smile a little at that, although Skwisgaar just stood crossing his arms to his chest. Stupid Toki and this snowman idea… if they picked what he wanted to do they’d probably do something better in the snow like maybe ice skating or sledding.

“Thank you Toki! Let’s go get some more stuff for the snowman… and I think I need more layers too. I’m freezing…” This time Missy huddled up to Skwisgaar, she could tell he was feeling a bit grumpier than usual since Toki seemed to be more into this idea than he was. At least having Missy huddled up to him like that made Skwisgaar smile ever so slightly knowing she was closer to him now.

“Yeah, alrights! Let’s go backs inside, gets you warmed up, and then we’ll finish this!” Toki eagerly wedged himself inbetween Missy and Skwisgaar putting his arms around both of them as he led them back inside.

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Chapter XIV: Holiday Cheer

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warnings/tags: SMUT (minors DNI!), handcuffs, stoplight system, soft!dom eddie, switch!reader, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap that shit like a xmas present!!!), eddie munson x gn!afab!reader, mentions of broken families, minor angst, lots of sweet fluff, a warm fuzzy holiday chapter just in time for xmas!

a/n: Here it is, folks. The last installment of New Kid (well, before i write the epilogue.) I really am so grateful to everyone that’s been reading along,and all the sweet messages i’ve received these past months when i publish new chapters. this isn’t over! i’m coming back with an angsty vengeance! i hope this holds you over til then, though. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and mean the world. happy holidays, friends! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Your POV

(smut)

“So, I did kind of plan a second gift.” Eddie muses as you pull him into your room, closing the door behind him. “Something you’d mentioned, and something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since you did.” From his back pocket, he pulls out the pair of handcuffs he’d had hanging on his wall. He watches your eyes widen as your face turns bright red. “If you’re down, of course.” He shrugs, almost concealing his own excitement.

You blink up at him, and he watches your face for an answer. He’s nervous too, it’s not something he’s ever done with someone, but he spent a few nights researching how to safely use bondage with you, because the last thing he wants to do is scare or hurt you. “I, um,” You clear your throat, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m definitely down.”

“Are you sure? Or are you just saying that because I suggested it?”

“No, I’m sure. I’m the one that brought it up, originally. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, you’re not the only one. If you’d have told fifteen year old Eddie he’d be asked to handcuff someone to a bed he’d probably burst into fuckin’ flames. But I got you, okay? We can stop whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“And what word should I say?”

Eddie pauses, cocking an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Like, a safe word. What should our safe word be?”

Eddie ponders this thought for a second, flipping through his brain to come up with something. “We can use the stop light system?”

“I’m sure I can assume what that is, but tell me just in case.”

“It’s pretty self explanatory. Green means good, yellow means slow down, red means stop.”

You nod, eager to get going already. In response, Eddie cups your face in his hand, cooling your flushed skin as he kisses you, softly at first, then opens your lips inviting his tongue to tangle with yours. He pushes you onto your bed, where you lay flat on your back to watch him. Eddie takes the handcuffs from his belt loop, and you bring your arms above your head. Your heart races in your chest as the cuffs click around your wrists, linking them together, freezing against your hot skin. You’re locked into place, the chain weaved through the bars of your bed frame. “How are you doing?” Eddie asks between soft kisses placed on your cheeks, your jaw, your neck.

“Green. So green.” You don’t care how desperate it sounds, your voice low and sultry, letting the mood take full control over you. He gives you a smirk, and moves to the waistband of your jeans, where he unbuttons them before tugging them to your ankles. The cuffs clink against the frame, and you can’t help but giggle at your own struggle. Eddie starts back up your leg, leaving hungry kisses every few inches. He moves slowly, like he’s taunting you, knowing you cant inch closer to him, leaving marks along your inner thighs as you squirm under him, doing everything you can to get him where you need him.

Eddie chuckles lowley at your frustration. “Patience, baby, I’m gonna take my time.” He glances up at you, and you can only imagine what you must look like already: hair tangling underneath you, a desperate lust in your eyes. “You look so pretty like this, so fucking needy for me.” He bites his bottom lip and you whine in response, feeling the wetness in your panties worsen as he speaks.

He plants a kiss on your clothed pussy, not enough friction to release you, but enough to roll your hips toward him, begging Eddie to touch you. He travels up your body further, taking the waistband of your panties between his teeth and dragging them down your legs. “Ill be keeping these.” He says as he peels the fabric from your ankles, tucking them into his back pocket. Eddie then pushes your feet toward you, bending your legs before settling between them again. “How are you?” He inquires, resting his chin in his hand as he looks up between your legs.

“Green!” You practically shout, desperate now for him to keep going.

“Promise?”

“Yes! I promise, Eddie, please.” Your voice breaks as you beg, and he only laughs at you again. It’s not malicious, more like he’s entertained by you. He spreads your legs further, taking in the sight of you on display for him. Finally, after what feels like hours of merciless teasing, he dips his head down, and slides his tongue between your folds, pulling a groan from deep within you. Your first instinct is to reach for his head, to grab his hair and pull as hard as you can, but the handcuffs clank against your bed frame again, holding your arms in place above your head.

Eddie moves slowly, taking his time as if your pussy is a five star meal and he’s been starving for weeks. He focuses in on your clit, swirling his tongue on the sensitive bud as you writhe above him, a fire churning in your belly. Sensing your distress, Eddie relieves the tension you’ve built, sliding a finger through your folds to work with his tongue. You moan loudly as he pushes into you, half to drown out the embarrassing noises coming from below you. Eddie sucks softly on your clit as you grind against his face, his free hand roaming to grip your waist. Your walls clench around his thick finger, and he responds by adding a second to stretch you further.

It’s at this point that you take advantage of your free lower limbs, throwing your legs over Eddie’s shoulders, allowing him deeper access. He curls his fingers, and you clench your walls around them as he hits that sweet spot. “Fuck! Fuck!” You turn your head into your raised arm, sinking your teeth into your own flesh to halt your screams from waking your parents. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, whose pace actually slows!

“You alright, angel?” He rasps, just above a whisper.

“I am past alright. Green. Extra green. Please, baby,” You’re begging again, but you’re past the point of being embarrassed by it. Eddie obliges, resuming his movements, and you tighten around his fingers again until the knot unfurls completely, blinding you with pleasure. The wet sounds beneath you are unabashed, Eddie carrying you through the waves of your orgasm until you collapse into the mattress, your legs dead weight on top of him.

“I think I just met god.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, and you wince as you feel Eddie’s gaze on you.

“God had nothing to do with any of what just happened.”

You cackle, and Eddie pushes himself off your bed and tiptoes out of your room, leaving you alone, naked, and handcuffed to your bed. How did we get here?

Eddie’s POV

He rushes to the bathroom, as quietly as he can, wetting a face cloth with cool water. He bumps against the counter and winces, feeling the hardness in his pants. He’d never done something like that before, and it both enchanted and terrified him that you’d wanted to.

“Eddie?” Your voice is sweet and tired, his favorite sound.

“Hmm?” He muses dreamily, wringing out the face cloth. He exits your bathroom and leans against the door frame, basking in your glow. Your skin shines with sweat, your legs bent at the knee as your chest heaves with each breath. Eddie’s cock twitches in his pants, as if to beg for assistance.

“You wanna come unlock these?” You giggle at his spaced out smile. “Maybe I could help you out there.” You nod toward his crotch. “If ya want.”

Eddie chuckles at your notion, and approaches your bed, perching on the side and unlocking your confines. He frowns when he watches you rub your wrists. “Were they too tight?”

You giggle, and he blushes. “No, I just see people in TV shows do that when they get handcuffs off.” You rest your hand on his cheek, and he tilts into your grasp to kiss your palm, then leans you gently back into the pillows.

“Lemme clean you up a little.” Eddie takes the towel and wipes you down, paying extra mind between your legs and your stomach. He takes the opportunity to look at your body, admiring every curve, scar, freckle, and hair on it. He feels your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp gently, leaving a buzz through his brain.

Once he’s finished, Eddie tosses the towel into your hamper. When he turns around to face you, you’re sitting on the end of your bed, your hair pulled into a high ponytail. “C’mere.” It’s a command, and Eddie’s pulled into you. Your fingers go to work undoing his belt, and he takes the opportunity to remove his shirt, losing it to the clutter of your bedroom floor.

Your POV

You feel Eddie’s eyes on you as you yank his jeans down to his ankles, and you chance a look up to him. He gazes at you with wide eyes, pupils consuming them, blissed out already. It gives you a surge of confidence, and you tug his boxers down more slowly, sending him a teasing smirk. You take your time, kissing up his legs as he sways above you, his breathing ragged. When you’ve reached his pelvis, you feel his fingers in your hair. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a giggle, loving how desperate he is for you.

You take a breath, steadying yourself, and take him in your hand. Immediately, Eddie jerks forward, grunting at the contact. You slide your hand down his shaft, and lick a circle around the head, now leaking pre cum. Eddie’s breathing hitches, and you take him further into your mouth, opening your throat to accommodate his size. When you open your eyes again, Eddie’s neck is craned, head thrown back with his eyes closed and mouth hanging open. You bob your head faster, and his grip on your scalp tightens, clawing through your hair like a lifeline. You feel his hips snap toward you, staggered at first before finding a rhythm. When he looks back down to you, he moans unabashedly, taking in the sight of you covered in drool and tears, his cock stuck deep in your throat.

Just when Eddie’s about to pull out, you take him out of your mouth with a loud smack, and continue the job with your hand. You kiss down the length of him as he twitches in your hand, and finally take his balls in your mouth. “I’m g- gonna, fuck—“ Eddie stutters, his legs weakening as he shoots his load in your hand, and it drips down his shaft, some even managing to get your hair. “Oh, shit, fuck, christ.” Eddie shakes above you as he comes down, and you’re careful not to move too fast taking him out of your mouth.

Climbing to your feet, you examine your boyfriend like he’s the first person you’ve ever seen. He does the same, and when his eyes land on your head, his brow furrows. “Oh, god, your hair. I’m so sorry, babe, you have cum in your hair.” He's flushed, more so than he was before noticing.

Your hand flies to your head, and when you feel the sticky substance, you snort out a laugh. “Oh, that’s awesome, thank you for such a sweet gift, my love.” You continue laughing, and Eddie joins you. “Should I take care of this now, or should I even bother?” You tilt your head in question, and instead of responding he grabs your hand, pulling you into his body once more. You can feel him against your thigh, already hard again just by touching your naked skin. You move to climb the bed, but he stops you.

“I have one more thing I wanna try. If you want.”

You think about it, what more could he possibly have in mind? “Lay it on me.”

“Can you lie on your stomach for me?” He asks, suddenly shy. You oblige, pressing your stomach to the mattress. Eddie follows you, straddling your lower back as he reaches once more for the handcuffs on the bedside table. Your heart leaps in your chest. “How are you doing?”

You stall a second. You’ve never done this before. “Yellow.” You cringe to yourself, afraid of hurting his feelings.

Eddie doesn’t skip a beat, swinging his leg back over your body, and discarding the cuffs on the floor. “What’s up, love?”

You turn your head to face him, and he’s kneeled beside your bed, arms resting on the mattress. “Just, I’ve never been in this, uh, position before. I don’t think I wanna wear them for my first time doing… that.” You hide behind your hand as you continue. “I trust you, I’m sorry, I’m being dramatic.”

Eddie tugs your wrist, unmasking your bright red face. “Hey, listen. I’m not taking it personally. We don’t have to do that right now, or ever! I’m not hurt, I promise. I'd be more hurt if you thought you had to do it.”

He’s earnest, and you melt at the way he’s looking at you, like you’re glowing, bathed in a golden light only he can see. “We can still. Do that, I mean. Just maybe not while I’m shackled?”

He chuckles softly, nodding his head. “We can do whatever you want, darlin.’ I’m in no rush to be anywhere.”

You lean forward, and he meets your lips halfway. When you pull from him, you reposition yourself on your stomach, this time lifting your hips into the air, and prop yourself up on your elbows. Eddie takes this cue to settle behind you, and he freezes to take in the view.

—

Eddie’s POV

You’re fully exposed in front of him, the slope of your back leading right to the mounds of your ass, presented in front of him begging for his touch. He takes a sharp breath in, doing mental gymnastics to stop himself from bursting a second load right there, knowing you deserve just as much of a payoff. Eddie leans forward, and takes a fist full of your hair, using it to steady himself. He lines up with your entrance, and slowly sinks into your soaking pussy.

The sounds are vile, or they would be if they weren’t turning him on so much. You moan as he settles further in, his cock twitching once eagerly inside you, earning another guttural sound echoing from your mouth. When you push your ass further into him, he has to physically restrain himself from cumming. His free hand grips your hip, his nails digging into your soft skin as he moves again, taking control of his movements and yours. He groans as you clench around him, his back hunching over, his chest now flush against your back. He lets go of your hair, moving his hand around to cup your tit, taking your nipple between two fingers. He mouths at your neck, shiny with a layer of sweat, and sucks a fat bruise into the hollow of your throat. Eddie closes his eyes, relishing in the sounds coming from your mouth, as well as the wet noises between you both. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he moves with more determination. His hand travels to your clit, rubbing fierce circles on the bud as you thrust yourself further onto his cock.

Eddie can tell you’re close, so he figures now’s the time to go all in. He moves your hair off your neck before moving to whisper in your ear. “Make a mess, baby, I want you to come all over me, okay? I wanna hear how wet I make you.”

“God, Eddie, your cock feels so good. I’m gonna cum, baby, I want you to come with me. Wanna make you feel good.”

Eddie’s hips snap into you again, and you clench around him, causing his rhythm to stutter. You shake beneath him, your legs losing strength as he continues his fingers on your clit. Finally, Eddie’s head drops into your shoulder, and he lets out a low growl as he comes, coating your throbbing walls with his hot seed. He lets his weight drop onto you, flattening you back onto your stomach as you both heave exhausted breaths.

—

Your POV

“Hey, pst, Eds.” You whisper, and he shifts to bury his nose in your neck.

“Mm?”

“You wanna get off of me?” You giggle and he doesn’t move. “Baby?”

He snores in response, one that lets you know he’s still awake, but doesn’t plan on moving. You wriggle underneath him, shaking both of you as well as the bed.

Finally, he gives up the charade and rolls onto the mattress, your sweaty skin peeling from his own. He rests his arm behind his head, and you take the invitation to snuggle into him. “Green.” You mumble, tracing circles on his chest as he continues catching his breath.

“Emerald, even. Radioactive.” His hand lands in your hair, but recoils again when he touches the sticky chunk plastered to your cheek. “Oh, god, baby I’m so sorry. That’s so—”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off. “Nothing about sex with you will ever turn me off.”

“You’re still gonna wanna get that out of there.” He meets your gaze, a small smile on his lips. “You wanna shower?”

You nod. “Care to join me?”

—

(smut end)

You rise early the next morning, the sun shining through the slits in your curtains. Eddie is snoring peacefully next to you, his arm draped around your middle, keeping you in place. After planting a kiss on his forehead, you peel his arm off of your torso, and scoot off the side of the bed.

Christmas Eve is your family’s big day. The small family you do have fly in from all over, and moving to Indiana isn’t going to change that. You can already hear your grandmother’s rasp in the living room, and you feel the weight in your chest begin to crush you.

From your closet, you yank your family approved Christmas attire: a red velvet dress that lands at your knees, with fuzzy white cuffs on the collar. You drape it over your desk chair, and plop yourself down in front of the vanity to make yourself presentable. Makeup is supposed to be fun, but every time you wear it for your family, your spirit dies a little, knowing what they’d say if you’d done it how you like it. You apply a soft blush to your cheeks, a gloss to your lips, and mascara to your eyes. You forego the heavy eyeliner and dramatic eyeshadow, sighing as you brush your hair down flat.

The noises of Eddie stirring from sleep catch your attention, and you move from your desk to sit next to him on the bed. His eyes crack open, meeting your gaze as a big grin paints his face. “Am I being blessed by the Christmas Angel? Was I really that good this year?” He rasps, shifting to get a better look at you.

You roll your eyes, backhanding him lightly in the chest. “Actually, you’ve been incredibly naughty. Claus himself wanted to scold you, but I promised I’d make you pay.” You snicker. He responds by throwing his arms around your neck, pulling you into his naked chest. You giggle loudly before an abrupt stop, causing him to pull away, raising an eyebrow at you.

“My grandmother’s already here. You’ll have to sneak out the window.”

Eddie’s face contorts in confusion. “I thought your parents didn’t mind me sleeping over?”

“They don’t. But she will, and I’m trying to save you, myself, and my parents from her scolding. Go home, get ready, tell Wayne. I’ll see you for dinner.” You place a peck on his nose and attempt to get up, but he pulls you back onto the mattress.

“I’m gonna need more than that to motivate me.” You oblige, connecting your lips to his, letting him fully control the kiss. “Okay!” he exclaims, releasing you, “I’ll see you later, love. Good luck out there.” He rolls off the bed and tugs his clothes on, and you leave him to it, closing the door behind you.

—

You hear the van peel out of your driveway as you reach the kitchen, cringing at your oblivion to just how loud that fucking car is. “Good morning, my beautiful family. Nice to see you, gram.” You approach her, and she wraps her wrinkly arms around your middle.

“Lovely to see you, darling. Merry Christmas.”

You walk over to your parents in the kitchen, preparing desserts and side dishes as the ham cooks in the oven. “I invited Eddie and Wayne for dinner. Hope that’s alright.”

“Of course, kiddo. I’ll try to make sure she behaves.” Your father nods his head towards his mom. “No storming off, though. No matter how badly you want to.”

You nod, face blushing with the embarrassment of last time. “I’ll try my darndest.” You get to work helping your mom mash the potatoes.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Hey, Wayne?” Eddie enters the trailer, the gust of wind chilling the entryway before he’s able to slam the screen shut.

“Happy holidays, son. Which movie are we watching first?” Eddie and Wayne usually spend Christmas Eve binging campy Christmas movies, every so often cleansing their palate with a horror flick.

“Actually,” He hesitates. Christmas has been rough for both of them since being exiled from the family. He’s not even sure if Wayne will want to go to dinner. “We got invited to Y/n’s house for dinner tonight.”

Wayne turns to meet his nephew’s eyes, his expression softening when he reads Eddie’s. “Do you wanna go?”

Eddie nods. “I do. I really do, but not if you don’t.”

“Of course I’ll go. Sure we’re not intruding?”

Eddie chuckles. “No, actually, I’m not sure at all. Guess we’ll find out. Can I borrow a dress shirt?”

It’s Wayne’s turn to laugh. “Of course, kid. Whatever you need. I’ll get the stuff for Munson’s mac and cheese to bring.”

Eddie nods, closing his bedroom door behind him.

—

Your POV

It’s noon when your family starts piling into your living room. Your cousins, aging from three to sixteen, chase your uncle around the living room, while your aunt converses with your mother about the joys of a new home. You’re pacing in the kitchen, sneaking rum into your eggnog, when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” You practically shout, speed walking to the door and opening it to your boyfriend and his uncle. Eddie’s wearing a blue collared shirt tucked into black dress pants, and Wayne is in a polo shirt and jeans, a work jacket over top. Eddie’s holding a platter in his hands, and you can already smell the mac and cheese inside. You take the plate from him in one hand, and place a kiss on his cheek. “Happy holidays!” You say cheerfully, your host-esque demeanor not letting up even for them.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Wayne says, and you give him a one armed hug before moving to let them in.

“Whoa.” It comes from behind you, and you pivot, coming face to face with your cousin, Julie. She’s years younger than you, fourteen, but you’ve always gotten along. You’re the reason she listens to Black Sabbath, and an even bigger reason your aunt isn’t a fan of yours. “Who’s that?!” She whispers, referring to Eddie, her face beet red.

You laugh at her shyness, thinking it’s adorable how obvious her crush already is. “That’s my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Her expression lightens. “Your boyfriend?! He’s so cute! Good job.” She peers around you to catch another glimpse, and you follow her stare. Eddie’s shaking hands with your uncle, who’s blabbing enthusiastically about god knows what.

“Yeah, I did pretty good, huh.” You muse, more to yourself. “You wanna meet him?”

Julie looks back to you, nerves visible on her face. She nods eagerly. You place the pasta on the counter and remove the foil, then take your cousin’s hand in yours.

—

Eddie’s POV

You’re approaching him, and he takes you in fully. The velvet dress suits you well, hugging the curves of your body, and flowing around your legs as you walk. Next to you is a small girl, wearing a black t-shirt and flannel with ripped blue jeans. Her brown hair is short, landing just above her ears in a pixie cut, and her face is a blushing pink.

“Hi, beautiful.” He greets you, wrapping a hand around your waist.

“Hi, baby. I want you to meet my cousin. Julie, this is Eddie, he plays guitar in a metal band. And, he’s a dungeon master.”

The girl’s eyes widen as you speak, and Eddie can’t help his heart aching. This girl must be about Dustin’s age, shy and awkward as he remembers his own freshman year being. He extends a hand to her. “Nice to meet you, Julie.”

She takes his hand in Eddie’s, shaking it once. “Nice to meet you. I uh, I like your hair.”

Eddie opted to wear his hair down tonight, despite knowing it will probably anger your grandmother. He didn’t feel like himself with it up, only ever wearing it like that when he’s too hot, or if Wayne needs his car fixed. “Thanks, kiddo! I like yours, too.”

Julie’s expression brightens when he says that, and it hurts a little. She probably doesn’t get a lot of compliments on it. He can see why you wanted her to meet him.

It’s then that your grandmother chooses to make her appearance, approaching the three of you with a signature sour face. “I’m surprised to see you here, Edward. Figured I’d scared you off.”

Eddie doesn’t know whether to laugh, so he looks at you, and you can only shrug. “Nice to see you again, Mrs. L/n.” He extends a hand to your grandmother, and she shakes it once before walking away.

“Can I call that a win?” He asks you, still confused.

“I think so?”

—

Your POV

Your family gathers in the kitchen to exchange gifts. Your parents shock you when they hand both Eddie and Wayne small boxes. Inside Eddie’s is a note that he reads to himself, and a silver ring with a ram skull welded to it. Wayne receives a mug for his wall, a bright yellow smiley face painted on it. Eddie hands your parents two small gift bags. Your mom opens hers to a vanilla scented candle, a smell you know she loves, and your dad receives a Pink Floyd tape. You had no clue Eddie had gotten your parents gifts, let alone gifts they’ll actually enjoy.

You receive a few records from your parents, but it’s a necklace from your grandmother that sits with you. Usually, she gives you a dress, or a new lipstick, or even hair clips that you eventually discard when enough time has passed. The necklace, though, is a thin silver chain with a tree pendant that sparkles when it catches the light. It’s perfect. “Thank you, Grammy.” Tears well in your eyes as you lean over to hug her, and she actually hugs you back.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” She squeezes you before letting you go. “I am sorry about how I acted. Eddie’s a nice man, and you’re a smart, um, person.” You smile at her attempt to be inclusive. “I’m just glad you’re happy.”

“I am, I really am. Thank you.” You kiss her cheek, and watch your cousins open the gifts from their grandmother, tearing the wrapping paper off aggressively.

—

“Dinner!” Your mom calls from the kitchen, and your family makes its way to her to build their plates.

“Hey,” You hear from behind you, and it’s Wayne, a plate and fork in his hand.

“Hi!” You greet. You’ve never really had a conversation with him, but you desperately want to know the man that raised such a good one himself.

“Thank you again, for inviting us. Christmas is hard for Eddie. For both of us, really. It’s been difficult for me to give him everything he wants, even though I want to. I’ve never seen him this happy, not since meeting you. I really think you saved his life.”

You can feel the tears in your eyes as he speaks, your heart aching in your chest for your boyfriend, the sweetest boy you know, suffering through the holidays. “He makes me so happy. I’m glad the feeling is mutual.”

Wayne gives you a small smile and nods, turning back to the food trays in front of you and helping himself to some ham.

You and Eddie take your seats at the table, and the rest of your family make themselves comfortable in their respective seats. Your grandmother sits at the head, where her husband used to sit, and your father in her normal space to the left. She clears her throat as your family settles, and all eyes are on her. “Happy holidays, everyone,” she starts, eyes scanning around the table at her children and grandchildren. “This is our first year without Gilbert, and it’s been awfully hard for me. Seeing all of your faces, as well as some new ones,” her eyes land on Wayne, then Eddie, “has warmed my heart. I know I am intense, I can even be cold. But I love you all, even if you did corrupt my son,” She winks at your mother, “Or steal away my daughter,” She looks to your uncle, “Or even seduce my grandchild,” She smirks at Eddie, “I am still so glad to have you here today. Here’s to many more.” She raises her wine glass, cueing everyone to follow suit. Glasses clink as shouts of “Be merry!” and “Happy holidays!” echo through the room. You reach for Eddie’s hand under the table and squeeze. He squeezes back, wearing a big grin.

—

“Thank you for coming! Drive safe, and call us when you get to your hotels!” Your mother calls from the front door as your family members file out. Wayne follows them, thanking your mother once again at the door. “Kick him out any time, by the way. Don’t let him mooch too long.” Your mom giggles in response.

“You’re both welcome, any time.” She says, and your father gives him a wave from the kitchen.

You and Eddie are draped on the couch, your legs in his lap as you sip hot cocoa with Rudolph playing quietly behind you. Your parents finish cleaning the dishes, talking quietly to each other as you snuggle up to Eddie.

“Hi.” You look up at him, his eyes glued to the TV before he snaps his attention to you.

“Hi, pretty.” He whispers, and plants a kiss on your forehead. “You have a good day?”

You nod, and you really mean it. “I was so nervous. That went surprisingly well.”

Eddie chuckles at you, and nods in agreement. “I was too. I really thought your grandmother was gonna rip my balls off.”

It pulls a cackle from your throat. “I wouldn’t put it past her. But seriously, thank you. For everything, really. I’ve moved so many times before, but leaving the state was really hard. You made my transition so much easier. You make me feel so wanted. I love you.” You’ve said it all before, but the warmth of the holidays is making you sentimental.

Eddie blushes, his eyes glazing over. “Thank you for letting me in. I didn’t think I had a chance. But I've never been so comfortable, so happy with someone before. I love you too, so much.” He leans in and connects your lips to his, cradling your head in his hands as you deepen the kiss. When you break the kiss, he looks to the ceiling to see the mistletoe dangling above your heads. He can’t help but snort out a laugh before kissing you again.

—-

ONE WEEK LATER

December 31, 1985

Your POV

“Alright! Lemme see!” Robin claps her hands together as she and Nancy wait on your bed. You emerge from the bathroom, in a glittering black pantsuit, a deep v-neck plunging toward your belly button. Your hair is down, fluffed up by your hair dryer, and your boots are chunky white heels. You look like a disco dancer and you’re obsessed.

Nancy’s jaw drops. “Show stopping. Absolutely incredible!” She squeals, and you giggle, giving them a spin for the full effect. Robin is wearing red leather pants and a tight black halter top, and Nancy’s dawned a cropped t-shirt and flowing mesh skirt. The three of you are already buzzed when you hear the honk of Eddie’s van outside.

“Bye, parents! See you next year!” You call, knowing your parents are going out tonight as well.

“Bye, honey! Be safe!”

Steve gives you the front seat, crawling over the console to sit between Robin and Jonathan. “You look fuckin’ hot, babe.” Eddie’s absorbing you with his gaze, and you feel warm under his stare.

“You’re lookin pretty good yourself, stud.” Eddie’s in a black button down shirt and tight jeans, his leather jacket draped over top, and his pick dangling on his chest. With his normal set of rings sits the one your mother gave him, and you smile when you see it.

“Alright, nerds, time to party!” Eddie backs out of your driveway, tires skidding on the icy cement.

—

Eddie’s POV

He pulls into The Hideout, parking as close as he can manage with all the cars crowding the parking lot. It’s New Year’s Eve, one of their busiest nights of the year. They’d posted flyers teasing a show tonight, and he refused to miss the opportunity.

“Do we know who’s playing yet?” Steve questions, draping an arm over Robin’s shoulder.

Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, they go on a bit before midnight. Rumor has it they’re pretty popular. I’m not getting my hopes up, though.” He has his own theories of who it could be, but every band he can think of makes no logical sense.

Eddie throws the double doors to the club open, wafting the warm air over everyone. People are bumping and grinding against each other, drinks in their hands as loud music blares over the speakers. Eddie takes hold of you, dragging you to the bar immediately. “Shirley?” He doesn’t have to ask, he knows they’re your favorite. You nod, and he orders for you, and a whiskey for himself. When you return to your table, Steve and Robin are having an animated discussion.

“Y/n, Eddie, can you tell Robin that resolutions are useless, please?” He gulps down his drink, taking a break from his rant.

“They’re not! They give you something to work towards! It’s good to have goals, Steve.”

“It’s not that I don’t have goals! But waiting until the last possible day of the year to claim you do is stupid!”

“I dunno,” You shrug, and Eddie turns his attention to you. “It’s nice to have goals, but I get what you’re saying. I think resolutions make sense if they’re actually attainable. Most people don’t really think that part through.”

“Can you give me an example of a realistically reachable resolution?”

You shrug, and look at your boyfriend. “Eddie graduating this year is an attainable goal.” You state simply, and Eddie blushes as he takes another swig of his drink. “Unattainable would be, like, Steve finding a girlfriend that isn’t insanely shallow.” You giggle, and Eddie bursts into a cackle with the rest of your friends as Steve chugs his beer, rolling his eyes. You offer an apology, resting your hand on top of Steve’s. “I don’t mean that for real, man, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, laughing with you. “No, no it was funny. I’ll remember that one, though.”

—

Your POV

“Okay, enough existential talk, huh? Midnight’s in ten minutes, let’s dance!” You scoot out of the booth, tugging Eddie behind you. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy follow you, taking their places in the crowd near the stage. As Baba O’Reily fades, the MC takes the stage, clearing his throat to get the crowd’s attention.

“Hello, fellow freaks!” He shouts, and the crowd erupts in hoots and hollers. “We have some very special guests here to help us ring in the new year! Please, give it up, for Minor Threat!”

Your heart stops, and your jaw might as well be on the floor. Your favorite band, here?! In Hawkins? You perch on your toes to speak in Eddie’s ear. “Did you know?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No clue! How awesome is this, though?!” He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your stomach, swaying to the music.

We're not the first, hope we're not the last

'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash

The time is so little, the time belongs to us

Why is everybody in such a fucking rush?

Make do with what you have

Take what you can get

Pay no mind to us

We're just a minor threat

The first song ends, and it’s 11:59. The crowd, and the band, start counting down.

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Noise makers sound off, drinks are poured, and people are kissing. Robin plants a small kiss on Steve’s cheek, Jonathan leans into Nancy, sweeping her into a kiss, and Eddie looks at you with longing eyes.

“Happy new year, baby.” You say, feeling like you’re the only two in the crowded bar.

“‘86, baby. It’s our year.” He leans into you, and you meet him halfway, crushing his lips in an eager kiss. It’s your year. Both of yours. And there’s no one else you’d rather spend it with.

—

THE END!

Epilogue coming soon

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done with the workday, gotta go get ready for plans to go out tonight, but i wanted to tell you what made me cum before that meeting.. that gif of you in red panties.. i thought some more about holding you down while i ride you because your slutty hips just cant stay still. god my face was so flushed on that call.

i hope you keep thinking about how bad you want me while im out having fun tonight. sorry to leave your hard-on unattended :(, maybe the needy anon who likes our conversation can help you out while im gone ;)

best of luck getting through your shift. try not to think too much about sexy stuff like hmmmmm marking me up, my tongue in your mouth, pulling my hair, rubbing your cock against my hole .. you know ..stuff like that <3<3<3

-🦋🦋🦋

omggfgfgf im flustered and so flattered that that gif of me made you cum, oh my god. that in itself just … fuck, i’m so turned on right now, so wet. i’d like to see you try n hold me down while i thrust into you. would love to see cute you look on top of me, how pretty your hole looks when its dripping n clenching around me.

i have no choice but to think about you, you’ve put me in such a desperate position talking about how i made you cum like that during work hours. i’ll really need the luck with all the imagery you put in my stupid horny head <//3

enjoy your night out!! i’ll be here struggling and thinking about how sloppy and filthy we could be wahhh

#prettyboyfucks.ask

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Pangi: Can I copy the homework?' Branzy : I can help you with it! Clown : Yeah, sure. Ashswag : Bold of you to assume I did the homework. Rekrap: lol nope. Zam : Wait, we had homework?!?!?! Subz: *Read 5:55pm*

Spoke : Rules are made to be broken. Parrot : They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken. Ashswag : Uh, piñatas. Rekrap: Glow sticks. Zam : Karate boards. Subz: Spaghetti when you have a small pot. Spoke : Rules. Parrot : ...

Branzy : I CAN'T DO IT! Clown , laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Branzy : I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Ashswag : WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Branzy : Branzy : I appreciate it, Branzy : BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Rekrap: Branzy - Branzy : YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Zam : Branzy we gotta- Branzy : YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Branzy : YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Branzy , motioning to Subz: NOT FUCKING THIS

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Branzy : So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Clown : ...I did. I broke it. Branzy : No. No you didn't. Ashswag ? Ashswag : Don't look at me. Look at Rekrap. Rekrap: What?! I didn't break it. Ashswag : Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Rekrap: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Ashswag : Suspicious. Rekrap: No, it's not! Zam : If it matters, probably not, but Subz was the last one to use it. Subz: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Zam : Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Subz: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Zam ! Clown : Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Branzy . Branzy : No! Who broke it!? Everyone: Zam : Branzy ... Ashswag 's been awfully quiet. Ashswag : rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Branzy , being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Branzy : I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Branzy : Branzy : Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Branzy : We need to distract these guys Clown : Leave it to me Clown : Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Ashswag , Rekrap, and Zam : *Immediately begin arguing* Subz, watching in horror: Oh this. I don't like this. I don't like this at all.

Branzy : If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous. Clown : What if it bites me and it dies!? Ashswag : Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Clown , learn to listen. Rekrap: What if it bites itself and I die? Redoons : That's voodoo. Subz: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Clown : That's correlation, not causation. Rekrap: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Redoons : That's kinky. Branzy : Oh my God.

Branzy : Time for plan G. Clown : Don't you mean plan B? Branzy : No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Ashswag : What about plan D? Branzy : Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Rekrap: What about plan E? Branzy : I'm hoping not to use it. Redoons dies in plan E. Ashswag : I like plan E.

Branzy : Hewwo. Zam : Hihiiiiii! Ashswag : Greetings, Humans. Redoons : Three kinds of people. Rekrap: I want pudding. Branzy : Four kinds of people. Clown: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS? Redoons : Five kinds of people.

Ashswag: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Reddoons: >:O language Subz: Yeah watch your fucking language Branzy: OKAY WHO TAUGHT SUBZ THE FUCK WORD? Clown: 'The fuck word'. Rekrap: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Subz: Oh my god they censored it Clown: Say fuck, Rekrap. Subz: Do it, Rekrap. Say fuck.

Ashswag: I actually have a black belt. Reddoons: In what, karate? Ashswag: No, from Gucci.

Ashswag: Do you take constructive criticism? Reddoons: I only take cash or credit.

Zam: I'm a reverse necromancer. Pangi: Isn't that just killing people? Zam: Ah, technicality.

Zam: Dammit, Pangi! Pangi: What?! It wasn't me! Zam: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Spoke! Spoke: Not me either. Zam: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Woogie: *whistles*

Cube: Everyone, synchronize your watches. Pangi: I don't know how to do that. Spoke: I don't wear a watch. Branzy: Time is a construct.

Branzy: I was put on this earth to do one thing. Branzy: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

Branzy: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Branzy, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

Branzy: Whether or not I pay income taxes is none of the government's business. Rekrap: No, well, actually, it is. Branzy: You don't know my name or what I look like, good luck finding me.

Clown: There's something I have to ask about you-know-who. Branzy: Voldemort? Clown: No. Branzy: Is it Voldemort? Clown: It's not Voldemort. Branzy: You haven't mentioned wizards once this conversation, so I'm gonna have to assume it's Voldemort.

Clown: *angrily presses Branzy against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Branzy: ... Branzy: Are we about to kiss-

Clown: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Rekrap & Branzy: Okay. Clown: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Rekrap: Bold of you to assume I have money. Branzy: Bold of you to assume I can die.

Zam: Ashswag... Ashswag: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

Reddoons: I'm never having a debate with Ashswag again, they literally started their argument with "Riddle me this."

Clown: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Branzy: Aren't you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Clown: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Branzy: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness. Clown: Next time you're working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex's house down. You can do it. I believe in you. Rekrap: There were so many mixed messages in that I can't-

Branzy: So are we flirting right now? Clown: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Branzy: That doesn't answer my question

Zam, addressing Chat: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box. Chat: But – that's just a trash can. Zam: It sure is!

Zam: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Vitalasy, going over Subz's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative. Subz: Yes Vitalasy: Okay... may I know what you create? Subz: Problems.

Parrot: Here's some advice Rekrap: I didn't ask for any Parrot: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

Parrot: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Rekrap: I'm guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should've taken away. Parrot: Death isn't real, and I'm basically God.

Spoke, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Ashswag, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you're staying home and having my kids Zam: what the fuck are you guys doing? Spoke: playing systemic oppression

Spoke: What do you think Ashswag will do for a distraction? Zam: They'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Zam: ... or they could do that

Cube, rushing into the room: It's terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!

Leowook: Cube, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Mid, would you get Cube some water?

Mid: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, "Thank God, the water's here!"?

*Chief and Branzy sitting in jail together* Branzy: So who should we call? Chief: I'd call Clown, but I feel safer in jail

Clown: Tell Branzy about the birds and the bees. Chief: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

Clown: They stole from me first! Branzy: Mhm. Clown: Stole my heart... Chief: It is still illegal to commit murder.

Chief: Why are you on the floor? Branzy: I'm depressed. Branzy: Also I was stabbed, can you get Clown, please.

Zam, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Pangi: You did WHAT– Don: William Snakepeare

Clown: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

Jaron: Hey Ashswag can I get a sip of your water? Ashswag: It's not water. Jaron: Vodka, I like your style! Ashswag: It's vinegar. Jaron: Wh-Wha- Ashswag: It's vinegar, COWARD.

Jaron: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Ashswag: No it's my fault, I shouldn't've used my one phone call to prank call the police

Jaron: Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm doing. Everything is going to be fine! Ashswag: How can you still say that? Jaron: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Jaron: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity? Ashswag: *turning to Rekrap* How tall are you?

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