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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 months

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The Corroded Coffin used to think they'd be the new Metallica or Judas Priest. But where their passion and hard work never lacked, their big break just never came.

What did come, however, was an unexpected change of their career path.

It started innocently enough - they went through yet another failed meeting with recording studios, they'd travelled pretty far and it was for nothing. Instead of going back to Hawkins and risking another one of Eddie's road rages, they decided to break into an abandoned house and drink their sorrows away.

That is, until their empty bottles started collecting themselves, something invisible touched Gareth's shoulder and the dusty floor started showing written messages.

Jeff wanted to flee. Gareth to faint. But Eddie and Freak just shrugged. Eddie gestured towards the approximate ghost location and said "by the power of I don't give a shit anymore, I compel you to sit down and stop it, we'll clean the bottles when we leave tomorrow."

The rattling stopped. There was a moment of silence when the Corroded Coffin actually thought it had worked, but then the ghost overcame its shock and physically threw Eddie, his bandmates and their things out.

They sat on the wet grass for a while and contemplated their whole exitence. Eddie was pretty shaken about the whole thing because he'd just managed to royally piss off a ghost and lived to tell the tale. But apart from absolutely terrifying...it was also fun?

And his friends seemed to think the same. Jeff patted his shoulder and said: "not bad for a first touch with the unknown, huh?"

They stayed in the area and tried again. They decided to tape over their promotional video - not so great, they had to admit after rewatching it - and started documenting their ghostly encounters. And maybe it was just the timing, maybe it was their interactions and personalities, but it worked. They showed some of their tapes to a local TV station and they got a cautious yes, more than they ever had with their music.

They got assigned a small crew, Fred with a camera and Chrissy for sound, wrote their own episodes and did plenty of research. And they got to try quite a lot of different approaches with their ghostly friends. Eddie was amazing at taunting the ghosts, making them appear if there were any present. Gareth had a wonderfully calming presence, managing to save the CC's ass several times. Jeff was the brains, he made sure they'd always know the history of the house and the probable identity of the ghost. And Freak decided to dabble in the occult sciences with a terrifying precision. There could never be enough salt in Eddie's van for all the circles he made.

It all went well until they learned of the Creel House in Hawkins. They went there, did their research and before entering the house, they ordered some pizza for dinner. They assumed it would be over by midnight, thinking it was just another sad story of an unresolved murder, but the ghost of Henry Creel was out for blood.

Oh, and he also controlled the spiders of the house. That was new.

To set the scene: The crew had fled the house about an hour ago. Eddie was crouching behind an old table, blocking Henry's barrage of kitchen knives, shouting "IS THIS THE BEST YOU'VE GOT?!". Gareth was behind the table with Eddie, but he went more into the wailing territory with "I DON'T THINK THIS WILL HELP YOU MOVE ON, HENRY!". Jeff had blocked himself in the pantry and kept trying to identify the triggering moment - "I think he's re-enacting the murder of his mother, guys! Does that help?!" (it doesn't). And Freak gave up on salt circles and was now tossing handfuls of salt around the house with a questionable technique but unwavering determination.

Suddenly, a car horn.

Then, a bitchy male voice: "Are you coming to get your pizza or what? I have other customers to get to!"

Eddie gritted his teeth as Henry added heavy pans to the mix and hit his shoulder. "We're a little busy surviving here! Ask Chrissy to pay you!"

There was a muffled and annoyed "ugh" from behind the door and then: "Is it Henry again?"

Eddie just blinked. Gareth was more ready to answer: "Sure is! He's not a fan of our exorcism!"

And the pizza guy didn't leave. He just huffed and said something that sounded suspiciously like "amateurs".

Eddie wanted to punch him.

But before he could do that, the front door opened. Gareth held his breath, half expecting a sound of knives hitting their target.

Instead, they heard a few more steps and then: "What the fuck, Henry?!"

A faint whispering reached their ears, but they couldn't decipher it. But the pizza guy could.

"I don't care they didn't get your permission, Henry. Yeah, it's annoying, but what are you going to do? If more people die in this house, it's going to get demolished. You know that. Yeah, I know the house is old, but it's great for your spiders, right? They'd be homeless. Do you want to make your spiders homeless, Henry?"

They dared to peek from behind the table, and Eddie had to pinch himself. Because in the middle of the dusty dining room stood one of the prettiest young men Eddie had ever seen, hands on hips and arguing with something invisible.

The man completely ignored them.

"That's what I thought. Now, apologize. No, they can't hear you, so get creative."

All four CC members stared as words formed in the spilled salt: "SORRY".

The pizza guy seemed to be pleased. "Good job, Henry. Now, let me get them out of here and I promise I'll get the Party to bring you some new spiders when they capture them outside, yeah? Three knocks, slide them in a glass behind the door. Got it. Take care, Henry."

Only then did he look at Eddie and the others and frowned. "That's your cue to leave. Get your stuff and go, now." And as they were quickly collecting their scattered notes and recording equipment, he added: "and say goodbye when leaving. Don't be rude."

Four rushed "Bye, Henry!" and "Sorry, Henry"s later, the Corroded Coffin was standing on the grass outside, feeling the setting sun on their skin and smelling fresh pizza. Gareth promptly paid for the delivery, and everyone proceeded to thank their mysterious savior.

"I'm Steve," he said after they'd all expressed their thanks, "and you're stupid. Do you really do this without anyone who sees and hears them? Do you just stumble blindly into haunted houses for a fun and stabby time?"

Eddie had to swallow down a very bitchy response of his own. "Sorry to stroke your ego even more, pretty boy, but a man of your talents is hard to come by."

And Steve, to Eddie's massive shock, just cocked his head and fluffed his hair, probably out of habit, but damn. "Well, consider yourself lucky because I'm open to job offers," he said with a wink that brought Eddie back into his teenage fantasies. "You need someone like me, and I assume you pay better than pizza delivery. Do you?"

Turns out, their producer was willing to get one more person on board, especially when they finished processing the leftover footage from the Creel house.

Steve was an amazing addition. He was snarky, self-confident, easy to look at and most of all, he was fun and compassionate. Watching him communicate with ghosts of kids and help them move on made Eddie's icy heart melt.

But one day they were on a site of an unfortunate teenage death, Steve was chatting with the ghost of a 17 year old girl like they'd known each other for ages, he was laughing, cracking jokes, and then:

"No, he hasn't kissed me yet."

Eddie turned around on his heel and stared at Steve, snickering to himself and talking to a misty figure next to him. And worst of all, they were both staring right at Eddie.

"Hasn't even asked me out, no. You'd think he'd be interested, but I guess I'm doing something wrong."

And Eddie's head short-circuited, and all the repressed fantasies from nights next to Steve in their trailer came back with vengeance. He howled and threw himself at Steve, kissing him right on that bitchy mouth. "Doing something wrong?! Steven Harrington, those shorts of yours are doing everything right, but how about you say something, huh?!"

Steve returned the kiss to the cheering of the CC guys, Chrissy's clapping and Fred's disgusted noise, and shrugged when they broke apart. "I knew you'd get it, eventually. Oh, and Heather?" he turned to the ghost. "You're the best wingwoman ever, in this life and after."

Four good things came from this ghostly encounter:

After the kiss, Gareth finally gathered enough courage to ask Chrissy out. She said yes.

The episode with Heather became the most watched episode of the CC's show.

Steve and Eddie remained in an equally blissful and teasing relationship for the rest of their lives.

And finally...

The TV station decided to design official merch for the CC's show: incredibly short shorts that said on the backside: "DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT".

#steve harrington #eddie munson #corroded coffin #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet #gareth emerson #jeff stranger things #freak stranger things #chrissy cunningham #drumcheer #not proofread we die like my sleep schedule

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 8 months

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can we get soft angst hcs of caine comforting a reader who entered the circus but found solace in escaping their old life?

Dang it didn't take long for the requests to come in haha, but yessss I'm eager to write for TADC now!! (just note my hcs/interpretations of the characters will change as more episodes come out).

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When you first arrived to the circus not long after Pomni, Caine was worried that you were going to freak out over trying to find an exit (that definitely does NOT exist).

So he just cuts to the chase and states you're stuck here forever. There's no exit doors or hidden portals or secret keys, so you can just give up on returning to your old life altogether.

But you don't look scared in the slightest.

Confused? Yes. Certainly.

However once you've taken in all this information, you just stand there with a smile and a relaxed posture--a display that concerns Caine a lot.

"They seem happy, boss.." Bubble whispers. "Is that a good sign?"

"Not sure. Never seen anybody react this way. Maybe they're just holding it all in and pretending to be fine when they're really no--WOAH, stop the presses!!!" His eyes bulge out of his head/mouth(?) as he sees the tears running down your cheeks. "You're crying more than Gangle does on Tuesday! Is it true that you were masking your emotions????"

"..huh? What..oh no!" You laugh and wipe away the tears, before explaining to the ringmaster that you were indeed very happy.

You spoke of how sad and dull your life was outside of this game.

It was your escape, a comfort, and you've been a huge supporter of its development over the years.

Even in your sleep, you never stopped thinking about it--you always had dreams of being in this very circus, having loads of fun with the other characters and joining their wacky adventures.

So to learn that (somehow) you became a permanent part of the game is literally a dream come true!

Of course, you weren't expecting the presence of the Abstracted and Pomni's constant freakouts, but you couldn't be happier.

Caine was surprised that you remembered so much of your old life (whereas poor Pomni couldn't even recall her own name).

But he sees you're content with starting a new life here in the Digital Circus and grins, eager to plan some exciting fun and games for you to enjoy.

He will, however, make a point to pair you with Pomni so you could help her calm down and show her that being in this virtual world wasn't so bad.

It's probably not the best idea, though, as nothing you say comforts her.

"I mean, your old life could've been really bad and-"

"But what if it was good? What if I had tons of friends and a great family and a successful job and.....oh god..what if I had PETS?!!!" She wails. "Who's gonna take care of them?!!!"

Had she remembered at least one little bad detail from her old life....persuasion would come a lot easier.

But Caine encourages you to keep trying anyways.

#clanask #anonymous #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc caine #tadc caine x reader #caine x reader #platonic #angst #headcanons

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ilovenatasharomanoff2-0 · 10 months

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Starstudded

Warnings: handjob (n receiving) car sex, riding, kind of public sex, p in v, unprotected sex

Pairings: intersex virgin Natasha x Fem reader

highschool au

Word count: 2.6k

This relates to this post I made: Here

Natasha was taking you out on a date for your 6-month anniversary. She had devised the idea to take you out on a picnic date during the sunset. When you agreed to do this with her, a warm smile coated her face. It was something you loved to see and made you happy.

Once you had helped Natasha load the truck the two of you started to drive down to the park. Natasha immediately started to ramble on about the new Tv she started watching with her mom.

"Y/n, you won't believe me on how cool the CGI looked in this episode until you actually watch it with me. Please watch it with me." She says to you, turning her head to the side to see you looking at her. Her lips curled upwards before she turned her head back to the road.

"Mhm, I will Tash, but you gotta tell me when they air baby. You have a habit of watching the episodes and not telling me when you're watching them."

"Oh, yeah-I'll tell you next time, 'swear. I'm sorry!" She tells you, her hand running through her hair and returning right back to the wheel.

"No need to be sorry Nat, I know it wasn't on purpose so I'm not mad." You tell her, before looking out the window on your side. You stare at all of the tall buildings and people walking on sidewalks. It was one of the best things about living in the city.

The car was soon quiet with a comfortable silence. The only things you could hear were the soft music of the radio and cars driving past Natasha's.

you sat comfortably in the passenger seat, and you notice Natasha's hand slowly making its way to your knee, her touch feels warm and reassuring to you. She was too shy to move her hand up closer to your thigh even though the two of you have been dating for 6 months.

Her hand moved up on down slowly, she was hoping you wouldn't say anything about it. Natasha's head occasionally looked at you when you weren't looking. She loved you so much and never wanted to end it.

The last 5 minutes passed in the car. Natasha parked in a parking spot and got out of the car. You followed out and left the car as well, heading over to the trunk to get to blanket Natasha had bought just for this date. You smiled at it and looked at Natasha once more who was carrying the basket that had the food you two had bought, and her telescope.

"You really love that thing huh?" You ask her eyeing the telescope she had in her left hand, laughing a little.

"What? My telescope?" She responded back, closing the trunk and looking at you.

"Mhm, love it more than me?" You said back to her a fake pout coating over your face.

"No! I love you more than this telescope y/n! Sure, it was 3,000 dollars and I did have to do lots of begging for it, but I love you way more." Natasha pleaded with you, almost dropping the two things in her hand

"I was just joking Nat, of course, I know that you love me, my love. Now let's go find a good spot to set up this stuff Kay?"

She nodded her head slightly, trying not to make her glasses fall off of her face. Natasha locked the car and started walking over to the grassy area. You followed right behind her, catching up to her and walking beside her.

After strolling for a few minutes, the perfect spot to lay down your belongings finally revealed itself. It offered a beautiful vantage point to take in the stunning cityscape. Without delay, you began to unfurl the blanket, smoothing out the creases and placing it gently on the soft grass. Meanwhile, Natasha diligently assembled her trusty telescope, ensuring that it was properly aligned. so the both of you could see the stars and hopefully a planet.

Natasha let out a happy sigh, being satisfied with her work, and walked over to you. Seeing you already sat down on the blanket, she laid down right next to you. Her eyes gazed upon your face. She had the softest look on her face, you swear you could see a sparkle in her eyes when you looked down at her.

"You're so pretty y/n/n. I could stare at you forever, just like the stars." Natasha tells you before sitting up. A smile comes up on your face and you give her a kiss, her cheeks heating up with red.

"You're too cute Tasha." You tell her bringing her into a hug. Natasha let out a laugh and hugged you back.

"Can we eat y/n? I'm soooo hungry." She tells you, immediately switching topics but still hugging you.

"Of course Nat, you don't have to ask me you know." You tell her and pull away from the hug, reaching over to the basket and grabbing the food that Natasha packed for herself and giving it to her.

"Thank you, y/n/n," she said to you before she started savoring her food. She managed to get the workers at a popular sandwich place to cut her bread into two stars. It was the cutest thing ever, seeing her open up the plastic and eat her star-shaped sandwiches, You reciprocated her smile and reached for your own meal from the basket, enjoying it alongside her.

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Natasha and you had finished your meal. You two had talked about life in general. Natasha brought up how she was gonna bring her guitar out here but Melina said no because she already brought her telescope and she knew Natasha would drop one and break it.

"You don't understand y/n! I had this amazing song written for you, planned just for tonight and she goes and tells me I can't bring my guitar? It's so stupid!" She told you, her face frowning up.

"Hey, it's okay Natasha. I bet Melina would let me come over tomorrow after school, play it for me then okay?"

"M'kay, but it won't be the same..." She whispers the last part and lays down on the blanket, right next to where you were laying.

"Natasha it's gonna sound beautiful either way I know it." You reassure her and move over to your side so you can see her. You see her looking up at the sky trying to see any stars, her hands laying on her stomach. It was a comforting view.

After a while, Natasha shifted onto her side and fixed her gaze upon you. As your eyes met, a profound sense of connection seemed to pass between you both, enveloping you in a shared moment of contemplation and understanding.

Natasha moved closer to you and put her hands on your face. "I-is this okay?" She asks you, always wanting your reassurance whenever she touched you.

"Mhm." You whisper out to her. Her lips met yours, your hands wrapping around her back as you kissed her passionately. The only thing you two could hear was the sound of cars driving past the park and the wind moving the tree branches around.

By now most people had left the park, the only people that passed were peopled that walked and ran late at night. Natasha pulled away from the kiss and looked at you.

"Could we um-do this in the car?" She whispered out to you, even though no one was around. Her face getting red as she looked down at her pants.

"Sure baby, but do you have a reason why?" You tried to act like you didn't know why she wanted to go into the car, but you obviously knew, feeling the hard-on Natasha had.

"I-I don't know." She replies back to you, looking in every direction except your face. you let out a chuckle and look away.

You sat yourself up and started to put all the trash away in the basket you had brought out. Natasha quickly stood herself up and covered her hands where her hard-on was, turning her back towards you quickly so she could put her telescope she didn't use away.

You quickly folded the blanket that was placed on the grass and grabbed the two items. You waited for Natasha to finish folding her telescope before you went down to the car.

"You don't have to wait y/n. Just take the keys I'll be down there in a second. She tells you, giving you the car keys. You walked down to the car and loaded the trunk once more. You got back into the passenger seat and waited on Natasha to get in the car.

A couple minutes later she entered the car. Her hands still covering her hard-on, and her face was looking out the window, still not trying to look at you.

"Do you need help with that baby?" You ask her, moving her hand away from her cock and palming her through her sweatpants. A low groan left her mouth as she threw her head back against the seats.

"Please." She whined out to you, her hips already moving up from your movements.

"Already so hard for me Nat? Didn't even do anything and you're hard huh baby?" You tell her before slipping down her sweatpants, leaving her in only a hoodie and boxers.

Her cock standing up in its confinements only made Nat needier for you, a small wet stain was now prominent at the top of her boxers. She let out loud and shaky breaths and she waited for you to do something.

You slowly pull down Natasha's boxers, her cock springing out and hitting her stomach, a moan leaves her mouth when you circle her tip with your thumb, slowly bringing one of your hands down to jerk her off. Her hips move up at their own pace to fuck your hand.

"F-fuck, y/n if you keep doing that I'll cum too fast s-slow down please" She moaned out to you, her hands gripping the side of the seats while you jerked her off.

Loud moans kept on falling from her mouth as you moved your hand up and down faster around her, using your hand and squeezing it just a bit so it could stimulate Natasha's pleasure.

"Look so cute right now Tash, your cock is always so needy for me hm?" She looks at you again, her eyes hazy and her mouth opened, moan after moan leaving her mouth.

"Oh fuck y/n i'-"

With an attempt at a warning, Natasha cums all over her her hoodie and your hand. Her hips bucked into your hand slightly as you slowed down your movements.

"Good job Nat." You tell her before giving her a kiss on the lips. You pull away after a few seconds and see that her face is flushed with red, her mid-length hair sticking to her face as she looked up at you.

"Y/n-i'm still hard." She tells you while looking down at her cock, her glasses had some fog on them so she took them off and sat them on the dashboard.

"Go sit down in the back Nat, let me ride you." You tell her, Natasha doesn't need to hear another word before she's climbing over the storage compartment and into the backseat. She quickly takes off her hoodie, leaving her in only a wifebeater. She lets out a groan while she waits for you.

You quickly slip down your sundress leaving you in only a bra and panties, you make your way to the backseat where Natasha was waiting and sit on her lap.

"Are we gonna do this here y/n, I mean, what if we get caught?" She asks you coming a little scared of having sex in the back of her car.

"Do you not want to do it anymore? If you don't want to that's find, but I just jerked you off Nat." You tell her looking straight into her face.

"No-no I still want to do it, just please hurry it's starting to hurt. And my mom is gonna wonder why I'm out so late so we have to make this quick y/n/n" Natasha tells you before kissing your neck, her hands making their way to your back and unclasping your bra.

You quickly move your panties to the side while Natasha is occupied kissing your neck. You slowly sink yourself down onto Natasha's cock. You needed a couple minutes to adjust to her because she was so big.

Natasha stopped kissing your neck and let out another loud moan into the car.

"Feel so good in me Nat." You moan out to her and wrap your arms around her, sinking down onto her cock once more, you slowly get down to the base of her cock.

"So full baby, you fill mommy up so good my love." You tell Natasha, her head resting in the crook of your neck as you started moving your hips up and down.

The both of you let out loud moans as you rode her. Her hands make their wait onto your waist and move you up and down. Natasha's eyebrows are scrunched as she focuses on your pussy squeezing her cock. You two have had sex a couple of times, but she's so hooked on your pussy.

"S-so good y/n." She moans into your ear, her hips thrusting up at the same time as you. The windows were all fogged up now, the car being humid and hot. Your hand reached out to the window, leaving your handprint on the glass.

Natasha moved one of her hands away from your waist and onto your clit, making you moan out into the air. Her fingers fastened their pace when she saw the look on your face.

"Does that feel good y/n?" She asks you in between shaky breaths.

"Mhm, keep doing that baby." You tell her and lean your forehead against hers. Your hips getting faster as you got closer to your orgasm, you could tell Natasha was already close by the way her eyes started to close.

"Shit, cum with me y/n please." She begs out to you, the one hand she had on your waist tightening.

After a few more seconds you finally came around her cock, squeezing around her tightly so she can finish.

"Oh my god y/n," Natasha whispers into your ear before letting go inside of you, her hot cum painting the inside of your walls. The both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you catch your breath.

"That was good, thank you y/n," Natasha tells you before she helps you get off of her cock.

"Of course baby, but I do think we should get back home, it's already 11:30 and you said you were gonna be home by 10." You tell her before putting your sundress back on and giving Natasha her boxers and pants.

"Already?! Uhhhh, fuck my hoodie. Um, can you take it home with you y/n, I already know I'm gonna get questioned by my parents about why I'm out so late and these stains aren't gonna make it better?" She tells you handing the hoodie over shyly.

"Of course Nat, I'm gonna keep it for a few weeks because it will remind me of you when you're not next to me," you tell Natasha and smile before getting back up to the front seat.

Natasha follows closely behind you, coming up to sit in the driver's seat, she grabs her glasses and cleans them with her shirt and puts the back on her face

"I had a fun time tonight y/n."

"Me too Tash, don't forget I'm coming over tomorrow to listen to your song so you better be ready okay?"

"Okay, I promise I'll be up before 12," She tells you and you both laugh at her promise.

"Yeah, you better, or else I'm telling Melina to take away all of your comics."

"Ha ha ha, you're so funny y/n," Natasha tells you before she starts driving out of the park and driving you back to your house.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x female #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #marvel #natasha x reader #marvel smut #natasha #Natasha Romanoff fic

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thecartoonrambler · 24 days

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Sylvia is a Fantastic character

Oh Sylvia!

Ever since i wrote about Wander and why hes such an important character, i wanted to write about Sylvia. But life got in the way a little..

Sylvia is such an amazing character.

Craig could have easily made her male, or made her a "typical female character" who presents in hyperfeminine ways and whatever (nothing wrong with femininity as long as it isnt forced or compulsory). But she's not, shes her own character, she's masculine, she's a bounty hunter, she's strong, she's powerful, she keeps her silly friend in check, she's serious, logical, diligent. Competitive. She's sassy, she doesn't let others boss her around. Its SO refreshing. Its SO refreshing to just HAVE a female character that FEELS like a character rather than simply "the Female".

Funny how a kids show about space can do a better job at that than even Marvel movies, huh?Its almost sad that when talking about her, the fact that she's female and that shes written like a proper character is actually refreshing. It should be the case for ALL shows, no exceptions.

Maybe she can serve as an example for new writers and show runners what to do RIGHT.

but enough about her gender!

I ADORE her dynamics between herself and other characters. I love the parallels between Her and Commander peepers in chasing around their emotional and impulsive friend/boss trying to keep them from doing silly things, yet also being complete opposites due to Her being the Bigger one in her dynamic with Wander, whereas peepers is the smaller one to Lord hater. I think its really cool!

I think episodes like "the Timebomb" or "the Family Reunion" are fantastic at deepening our understanding of Sylvia too.

She was brought up in a very rough and tough environment, feeling like she was never enough and had to compete with her older brothers at all times, fighting with feelings of not being good enough for her mother and how these feelings have caused her to be hyper competitive in instances of competition, where her feelings of little self worth are brough up if she's not "good enough", getting blinded by rage and loosing sense of what she should prioritise (which for a character that is typically so focused on logic and effectiveness is really striking. (I also ABSOLUTELY love the episode the Timebomb cause it shows how well Sylvia and Wander's friendship works?? Like the way he's able to calm her down and make sure she doesn't go crazy, similarly to how she's there for him from going crazy in episodes like "the Box") its just so sweet amd i love it smI love Sylvia so much.

When ppl say we want strong female characters WE MEAN SYLVIA!!! A WELL ROUNDED, AWESOME WELL WRITTEN CHARACTER THAT IS AN INSPIRATION!! THAT HAS FLAWS AND FEELINGS AND FEELS LIKE A REAL CHARACTER!!!! AHHH!!!! i love her :,3

ALSO! her design! I love it! I didn't mention it yet. But i really like that

1. She's larger than Wander!

2. Her snout is so cute idk 🥺

3. I love that she's not skinny?? Like shes got muscle she's got fat, she's got speed!!?

4. I like that she has dinosaur and horse elements idk i think its cool She's just cool Idk i love her

#cartoon reviews #woy #woy sylvia #Sylvia #Sylvia the thbornak #Thabornak #woy txt #save woy #woy wander #woy peepers #commander peepers #lord hater

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astermath · 11 months

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nemesis; part two.

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: with carmen reworking the restaurant, you’d think his mind would be far too occupied to even think about anything else. yet he can’t shake the guilt from what he’d put you through a month prior. after some talks in therapy, he decides to take a leap of faith and see if he can talk it out with you. he not only wants to convince you that he can be better, but he's got an offer for you too. one you truly can't refuse.

♡ landing page ♡

word count: 4.9K

tags: carmen being unsure about his feelings but trying to be better episode 3265742, letting reader in a little more, APOLOGIES!!!, cursing ig, carm goes to therapy yippee, syd being the absolute realest, regular font below!

notes: sorry this took literally forever omg, I lost my carmen muse for a bit but we are SO back baby. I missed him so much and so sorry if some things don't follow the canon completely (I've been watching season 2 on and off bc I've been so busy lol BUT my fics never follow the canon completely anyways),, hope u guys enjoy and let me know if you'd like a part three ;))

lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list for further carmen berzatto related content! comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

Carmen’s life hadn’t known a moment of mental rest in ages. If you asked him when he last sat down with his thoughts or acknowledged his mental anguish, he probably would have said he couldn’t remember the last time. If ever.

With plans to completely revamp The Beef and everything that came with it, now his feelings should be the last thing on his mind. Renovation plans, unforeseen costs and a completely new menu, sure, he could worry his ass off about those, but feelings? Absolutely not. Good thing he was usually so good at suppressing those anyways.

So why was it that he couldn’t shake the thought of what he did to you?

Why, every time he had a moment to himself, would he be overtaken by this intense feeling of guilt? He didn’t even have to be alone, just a second of quiet and the image of you crying in distress would intrude on his thoughts.

It was getting to a point where he’d told his sister, Natalie, about it. Well, not all of it, he wasn’t even sure if he knew all of it. Just that he knows he hurt you, and that coming to terms with what he projected onto you might be a good first step in understanding himself better.

Or maybe it was something more along the lines of “I gotta talk my shit to some people”. Probably that.

To his surprise, it was actually helping. Besides the group therapy sessions where he’d talk about Mikey, the business and his future, he was talking to other people in his life too. Even told Sydney about you, kind of on accident. The words just seemed to… Flow out. It was probably the exhaustion doing its thing.

“I guess I just felt like,” he kept his eyes on the floor he was sweeping, “she was doing it all to fuck with me. I don’t even know where I got the sick idea that she had some obsession over me, but it— it drove me at the same time. It’s like her being on my heels at every aspect of culinary school just made me want to try even harder.”

“Maybe you painted her in that light because you knew it was a good way to keep pushing yourself.” Sydney spoke almost absentmindedly, sweeping the other side of the room. She listened to everything he said in the meantime, and though what he was telling her was a bit worrying, she was glad they got to have talks like this. Carmen often doesn’t like to bring up his past like that.

“Huh,” he paused sweeping for a moment, “yeah… yeah, maybe. Or maybe it was something else.”

Sydney wasn’t even sure he knew what he was referring to. It sounded like something entirely different, like a crush, but what kind of person treats their crushes like that?

Probably an overworked, pressured, overachieving culinary student with a dangerous need for validation. But she wasn’t about to tell him that.

“So yeah, I visited her restaurant, and… It just felt the exact same as back in New York, you know? Like she was rubbing it in my face again, and— and I know that sounds insane, or conceited, but I just can’t let it go. It’s like the thought of her is stuck to my brain like a stubborn piece of gum.” He wanted to smack himself for that stupid analogy, but what was said was said.

“So how’d you handle it?” Sydney’s head perked up, some of her braids now draping over her shoulders.

“Handle what?” Carmen became more and more uneasy the more he talked about you. Like his chest was tight, it was uncomfortable, but not in the way he was when the health inspection came by, it was different. Weirder. Unfamiliar. He didn’t like it, because he didn’t understand it.

“The talk with her.” She emptied the last bit of dust into the trash bag.

“Oh,” his mind took him back to the parking lot a month ago. The way he could almost taste the tears of your skin from how close he stood, he could hear the shakiness of your breath and the profound desperation in your voice when you apologized to him, when you really had no reason to.

If it was still so clear in his mind, then what must it be like for you?

“Carmen?” Sydney snapped him out of his oncoming train of thought.

“Yeah? Sorry, I— Uh, I don’t know it was…” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly finding it in his best interest to look anywhere else but her face. “Bad. It was— It was bad.” He looks a bit shameful when he meets her eyes. “I fucked up. I like, went all New York boss on her. And then I just… Left.”

His colleague just stares at him for a moment. She knew what he was like when he snapped like that, but that was with his staff, people he liked. So how badly did he snap on you, a person he’d been resenting for years?

“I’m gonna go take out this trash, and uh… Head home.” She lifts the grey plastic bag she was holding. “But uh, Carm?”

“Yeah?”

“You got issues, man.” She has a bit of an awkward smile on her face, but he knows she means it. He knows she’s right. She usually is.

He nods, silently, letting her words sink in. He did have issues, everyone knew that, but most people didn’t just say it. That’s why he liked Sydney, she was so real, so honest. She was so good for the business, for the kitchen. And maybe her saying that to him was all part of grounding him in the reality of it all. Of his issues, just that they existed.

“Heard.” he says. His voice comes out raspier than he expected, like he’s struggling to say it.

“Goodnight, chef.”

“Night.”

He’d thought about what Sydney said the entire night. He does have issues, he knows that, he’s just mad at himself for letting everything get this far before seeking help. It scares him. Because it reminds him too much of Mikey. Or what he heard about him when things got bad.

He doesn’t want to make the same mistakes his brother did. Lock people out of his life just because it seems easier, because it’s better to minimize the damage than to figure out why you’re doing damage at all. And yes it’s uncomfortable, yes it’s scary, terrifying even. But he keeps being reminded of how it must feel for you.

It’s something he’d never considered before. He always thought he had you all figured out, all fake smiles and backhanded compliments to distract him. It never occurred to him to just… Ask. It was always just easier to assume. It fit his view of you and it kept him going, even if it was at the expense of ever getting to know you at all.

He’s hoping he can change that with a few text messages and a long, probably uncomfortable, talk over coffee. Just hoping, trying, that’s really all he can do. He’s well aware of how bad he is at communicating, but he has to give it a shot. For you, at least.

He stares at his phone screen for far longer than is necessary, continuously rereading the messages he’d typed. His eyes keep flicking to your contact, making sure he sent it to the right person. The only thing you two had texted about before was a time and place for him to try your new restaurant. His heart aches at the exclamation points and emojis you’d sent; you were so excited, and he drove all that excitement straight into the ground.

He closes his eyes and shuts off the phone. His chest hurts, like he’s been holding his breath the entire time. Maybe he has. You could have that effect on him, making it harder to breathe. He always wondered why he had such nervous reactions around you specifically. He always figured it had to do with your one sided rivalry, but it feels… Different. More complex.

Your eyes are finally peeled off your computer screen when numerous phone notifications alarm you. Truth be told, you’ve been trying your best to keep yourself occupied as much as possible. That usually helps when you get waves of emotions like this, keeping busy, distracting your mind from overthinking.

Ever since your last encounter with Carmen, you’ve been so on edge. Always trying to do something, anything, so you wouldn’t have to think about what happened, why he acted like that to you. Because you know if you did, you’d just start blaming yourself again, and you’d be back to square one.

Your eyebrows raise at the name of the contact. You were sure he’d blocked you, or at least deleted your number after last time. He was avoidant like that, and frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted him to talk to you again after that anyways. Maybe it was just to drive the point home, make you feel even more worthless.

Still, you were curious. Even if it was just to cuss you out even more, at least you knew what to expect, right?

[carmen]: hey, I really want to talk to you about what happened last time.

[carmen]: well

[carmen]: I want to apologise

[carmen]: but I can’t do that like this

[carmen]: I’d much rather do it in person

[carmen]: if you’d let me

[carmen]: meet me at odette’s tomorrow around 10? coffee’s on me, I just want to talk

[carmen]: please

The last message was sent minutes later than the rest, while you were reading them. He was desperate for an answer, and though you wanted to hear him out, to talk to him, something in you felt off about the whole thing. Like he was just doing this to clear off his own guilt, only to then ditch you just like he ditched you after culinary school. Because you’re rivals, apparently. That’s what you do.

But then there’s something else in you too. The part that’s still nostalgic about New York with him. About the glances back and forth when you were timed on preparing certain things, about the way he’d stare at you when you got feedback, the ignorant bliss you lived in. When you still believed he might have liked you just a little.

That part of you takes the upper hand when you reply and take his offer. Your heart is in your throat, nerves overtaking you already and you weren’t even with him yet. He had that effect on you sometimes, making it harder to breathe.

You wondered what that meant.

Carmen sits alone at a booth, all the way at the back of the café he’d chosen. It’s rather quiet, as most Mondays are, yet at the same time, it’s so loud. Loud in the way he hears the clinking of every spoon against porcelain cups, the crinkling of a napkin and the not so subtle ticking of the clock above the entrance. 10:06. You were late.

Suddenly he's filled with more regret than he's ever felt before. He's not ready to see you again, only to be reminded of how he made you cry, and of his own tumultuous emotions and shortcomings that lead to this moment. It's surprising how fast the emotions he associates with you changed; he's not angry anymore, he's scared, guilty, nervous. He wants to see you so bad and yet he feels like you'd be better off never talking to him again.

It's too late to make a run for it when you finally walk through the door. Hair a little damp from the rain, just a bit disheveled from what he could only assume to be rushing over to the café. And that same angelic smile you offer to the barista that greets you, the same one you'd offer him every morning, whether he looked at you or not.

He had no choice but to look now.

Your smile falters into something more nervous, a little melancholic, when your eyes meet his across the café. Though you knew he was going to be there, something in you feels surprised to see him again. Maybe it’s because he isn’t yelling at you or throwing insults at your head this time. Or maybe because he’s actually looking you in the eye. Since when did he get so good at that?

You sit down across him, taking off your coat and putting your bag besides you.

“Hey.” You smile again, much more awkward this time.

“Hey.” He returns the same thin lipped smile.

It’s quiet for a few seconds. Carmen swears the whole café has gone silent in that moment, leaving the two of you to listen to the sound of your own breathing and heartrate picking up. You’re not sure where to look, not being used to being in such an intimate setting with him.

“Do you want a coffee?”

“Sorry I was late.”

You both talk over each other, and the urge to chuckle about it overtakes you. Carmen can’t help but smile as well. You seem nervous, and somehow that puts him a little more at ease. Like he’s not the only one who’s in their head about it.

“Sorry, I, uhm, yeah— I would like a coffee.” You scramble over your words. “Please.”

“Sure,” he nods, “and no worries.”

“Hm?”

“That you were late. I haven’t been here that long either.” He lied. He’d been there half an hour early, cursing himself for letting him sit along with his thoughts for that long and psyching himself out into almost leaving.

You both order and another heavy silence sits between you two. You both know why you’re there, what needs to be talked about. Yet neither of you know how to bring it up.

You’ve lived most of your lives believing this version of each other you had in your minds. Because it kept you grounded. Because it was easier. He never let you in and for the longest time, you were at peace with that. You could have a slightly distant view of who he was, your classmate, your rival. And he could do the same. Keep you out, pretend you were there to keep him on his toes, to always try to outdo him.

Those facades of each other don’t work anymore. The real world has forced you to reconcile with each other, whether you liked it or not.

Your coffee gets brought to your table, and both of you feel this urgency to say something, anything, at least.

“The pastries here are good too, if you want to get one.” He finally broke the awkward silence. He can start with talking about food, something he knows. If all else fails, resort back to that.

“I haven’t tried a pastry besides my own in a long time. Maybe I could learn a thing or two here.” You admit. He knows that feeling. He’s not nearly as adventurous with his food choices as he wants to be, but as a busy chef on the brink of a new entrepreneurship, it’s usually beef sandwiches and frozen meals.

“I think yours were better though.” He takes a sip of his coffee.

“Huh?” You look up, realizing you were avoiding eye contact by staring into your cup.

“The danish I tried at your place. It was fire.”

“Oh. Right. Thank you, we make everything from scratch.”

“I could tell.” He takes another sip. “I guess I— I kinda forgot to tell you that. In the heat of it all.” He huffs to himself. “Food was so good it made me upset.”

“Upset?” His word use frustrates you. Upset is when they forget to give you your sauce with your order. What happened back there was not upset. That was rage. Wrath. You raise an eyebrow and he realizes he said something wrong.

“Well, more than upset. Listen, I— We need to talk about what happened.” His blue eyes peer into your own. They’re almost distracting enough to avoid you noticing his fidgeting hands.

“I’m listening.” You lean back slightly in your seat. You’d played nice with Carmen all your life, given him every chance to return it. Now it was his turn to try.

"Right." Of course he has to talk. It's his fault, isn't it? He's the one who snapped-- why did he even imply you'd have to explain yourself? He runs a hand through his hair, and there he goes again, eyes darting across the café to find something to focus on as he sought out the right words. You'd almost find it endearing, how bad he is at this, if it wasn't so important to you.

"You don't do this often, do you?"

"What, like-- meeting up for coffee?"

"Talking about stuff. Your feelings and shit." You hid your slightly amused smile behind your coffee cup before taking a small sip.

"Oh. Yeah, no, I-- I don't. Not until recently." He takes a deep breath. Just like they had told him to. “I’ve been going to this therapy thing my sister recommended. S’not much, but… It’s a start. Talked about the restaurant, my brother—“

“Your brother?” Your eyebrows raise slightly.

“Yeah, my— my brother. Mikey.” He looks a bit surprised. He’s come to the shattering realization that he’s never told you anything about his personal life, ever. You don’t even know about one of the most important people in his life, his main drive. You’ve known each other for so long yet you know so little. “I never told you about him?”

“You never told me anything.” You answer curtly. “We never really… Talked, you know?”

“Yeah— yeah, you’re right. I just thought… Wow.” He smiles, more out of shock than anything. He feels so stupid. How immature is it to be feuding this much with a person who doesn’t know anything about you?

“I guess I really don’t know much about you either.” His fingers rake through his messy curls again. “Makes me feel like even more of an idiot for going off on you like that. Like I had you all figured out.”

“Yeah, that was uh... That was something." The mood shifts a little. His smile fades as soon as he sees the melancholy in your eyes return. Of course it wouldn't be that easy for you to forgive him, to feel better about all this. "You know, I never knew you thought of me like that." A small smile graces your features. Somehow it's sadder than the expression you had before.

"I mean, I knew you didn't like me. I was pretty much at peace with the fact that you were never going to like me, either. But I never thought you hated me that much." You sniffle, trying your hardest to blink away any oncoming tears. "Like your life, your entire career, would have been easier without me there at all."

His heart aches at the sight of you, all teary eyed and trying to be brave. You're much braver than him. Sadness is a much harder thing to express than anger. He's starting to figure that out more and more.

"I don't hate you." He starts. He sees the confusion contort your features, and he knows he's not making any sense. "I mean I did-- I did hate you. Or, maybe not you, just... The fucked up idea I had of you. And-- and that was on me, that was my own fault." He feels an urge to touch you; to rub your back, hold your hand, anything to comfort you. It's tearing him apart to know that he's the cause of all this.

"But why?" A single tear rolls down your cheek, leaving a wet streak on your skin in its wake. "Why did you think that about me? I-- I get that we had a little rivalry going but jesus Carmen, did you really think I spent my whole culinary school career trying to outdo you?"

"To be honest... Yeah." He feels ashamed. So ashamed. He hopes the waitress doesn't walk by and listen to any of this, see you crying, and make you feel even worse. "Cooking was always just... My thing. If I was good for anything, it would be that. So seeing you do so well at something I'd started to base my whole existence around, it made me jealous, so fucking jealous." He meets your eyes, even if it's hard. You have to know he's being sincere.

"And it's-- it's unfair, it's so unfair to you, I know, and I'm really fuckin' sorry. I'm trying to work on myself, on everything, and I hope I can prove that to you." His face has that red tint you recognize whenever he's nervous or stressed. You can tell this is taking a lot from him.

"Is that really all? You were just jealous?" Your voice is quieter, fragile almost.

"I don't know. I wanna think it's that simple but I really don't know. There's a lot I don't understand about me, or you, or us. My mind doesn't know how to react when I see you anymore I think, now that things are different." He takes a deep breath, like saying that took a physical toll on him. "You have this-- this weird effect on me, and I don't know how to cope with it. I think it was just easier to be mad at you than to be anything else."

Anger is easier to express than sadness. The easiest out of all emotions, actually. Sometimes a little too easy.

You look to the side, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. You huff out something close to a laugh, and though he’s caught off guard by it, he doesn’t mind it. Even if you’re laughing at him, at least that means you’re not crying.

“You’ve got issues Berzatto. You know that?”

“Yeah. I’ve been told.” He smiles, and it’s heartfelt this time. Not nervous, or sad, or awkward. He’s happy to see you a little more at ease.

“It’s just really crazy to me.” You trace your finger over the edge of your coffee cup as you talk. “I spent so much time in culinary school looking up to you. And then I find out you were always just trying to keep up with me.”

Carmen’s eyebrows raise a little at your words. “Looked up to me?”

“Yeah, like… Your drive, your passion, it’s so impressive. Always looking to improve, to do better, it just— it inspired me to do better too. As cheesy as that may sound.” You smiled. “S’why I opened up in Chicago, you know.”

“Really? Huh.” He leaned back in his seat.

“Because I wanted to work with you. Or for you. Either would have been fine with me.” You sigh. “I like owning my own place, but… I don’t know, for some reason I always imagined us working together.” You smiled. “Is that stupid?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “no not at all, I— I totally get that.” He’s quiet for a few seconds, and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head when he stares at you for a moment.

“I mean you’re a remarkable chef, really, like— insanely remarkable, and, well, we’re revamping the restaurant completely right now. We need people— more people, new people, and so, I was wondering— or I’ve been thinking—“ He stops himself from losing his breath from all his rambling, before he freaks you out even more than he already has.

“I want you to come work for us at the Bear.” He puts his hands together, as if he’s about to beg. “Please.”

You can almost hear yourself blinking out of confusion. There’s suddenly no more loud silences, no, the café seems dead quiet for once. All you can do is stare at him, wait for a laugh, because clearly this was a joke right? There’s no way Carmen Berzatto, chef supreme, arch nemesis of yours, would want you anywhere near him, let alone work in his own establishment.

“I’m sorry?”

He feels stupid already. You had every reason to say no. He’d been the biggest asshole in the world to you, he’d kept his distance all his life, and now he expects you to be his employee. Or, well, colleague, more so.

“I’m uh— we’re redoing the restaurant entirely. New equipment, new staff, new everything.” He swallows; the thought of everything that needed to be done arises for a moment. “We need people that work hard, who know what they’re doing and who are passionate about it. And I barely know anyone who’s better at what you do than yourself.” He pauses, waiting for you to stop him. But you don’t.

“So I’m asking if you’d work for me. With me. It won’t be anything like old days, if anything I— I need to learn from you.” He scoffs at himself. “Could take a thing or two about how to communicate with my staff.”

You smile, and he genuinely thinks you’re about to start laughing at him. You chuckle, but it’s not mean, it’s honest. Cute.

“You know, you have great timing.” You grin.

“I do?” the smile on his face reflects the hope he feels.

“One of my chefs wants to take over the place for me. Well, has been wanting to. I haven’t had an exact reason to say yes to her yet.” You shrugged. “Guess I do now.”

“…Is that you saying yes?”

“It’s definitely not me saying no.” Your eyes meet his, and there’s something between you both that’s different now. It’s not like there’s a switch that’s been flipped. It‘s more like this conversation was the turning page of a new chapter.

“I’ll think about it. I want to see it first. Maybe talk to some of your staff.” Carmen’s chest strains a little when he thinks about you interacting with Richie. Then he’s reassured when he thinks about you interacting with Sydney or Marcus. You’d fit in well, you have great feeling for people.

“Yeah— yeah, I get that. Totally. I can arrange that. Uhm, we’re renovating right now, actually, it’s all really kinda wild, but if you wanna stop by, chat with Syd, or Nat, or talk about the plans, let me know. I’m sure they’d love to talk to you.” He’s not lying, you seem like you’d get along well with them. Especially Sydney. Your thinking processes are very similar to each other. And to his.

Carmen gets the bill, even though you try to pay for it.

“It’s just a coffee, just let me get this one.”

You let him have this one, simply because you can’t argue with him after the conversation you just had. You’re in too good of a mood after his proposition too.

He walks you to your car, hands in his pockets when you reach it. It’s cold outside, and his breath comes out in visible puffs of air. His nose is a little red, but you think it looks cute.

“Thanks for coming, by the way,” he starts, “I know you didn’t have to. Like— after how I acted to you. But— But I really do appreciate that you’re givin' me a chance here.” He’d always been confused about how positive and faithful you were in people. He never thought he’d be grateful for those exact features too.

“No worries, I… I had a good time. I’m glad we talked.” The keys jingle as you fidget with them. Among them is a keychain in the shape of a cherry, he recognizes it. It reminds him of how little you’ve both changed. And how much.

“Yeah.” He sighs. Relieved, almost. “Me too. But I’ll let you leave, might wanna tell your chef the good news.”

“Good news?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“That you’re selling them the business.”

“I haven’t decided yet, Carm.” You scoff. But he can tell you have, you look too excited about it all to not have your mind made up yet. It excites him too. Scares him a bit as well, but what’s a new chapter without a bit of tension?

“Right. Sorry.” He huffs. “Just text me when you wanna head over to see the place. It’s uh… It’s a work in progress, but it’s getting somewhere.”

“I believe you. I’m looking forward to it.” You lean back against your car a little.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“See y’around?” You unlock it and walk up to the driver’s side.

“Course. Uh, don’t be a stranger.”

You grin, leaning down to get into the vehicle. “Never with you, Berzatto.”

He watches you drive off, standing in the cold for far longer than any sensible person has any business standing there. But he feels good. He feels warm.

He thinks about what you said to him before you left. You were right, you were never a stranger to him. You were always like a constant in his life; whether you were actually present or not. And even if he didn’t know that much about you, which he was insistent on changing, you were never a stranger.

Never with him.

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EPISODE 9 ✦ PRES? ARE YOU OKAY?

LOVE, MAYBE — A CHILDE SMAU

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cw: mentions of parents arguing (nothing too descriptive), reader cries (sorry its for the plot that reader goes through it in this smau erm)

the cold wind kissed your cheeks as you slowly walked in the streets. with nothing but the street lights and a few stray cats accompanying you on your spontaneous night walk, it still felt quite lonely.

you were used to it—the fighting, the raised voices, the hushed cries your mother makes because of the argument that occurred. it was nothing new to you; it was simply something that you had to get used to. it wasn’t like the other cheated; it was more like they just… fell out of love as their marriage went on. they noticed each other’s flaws more in their marriage lives, and they eventually couldn’t find the love that started blooming before. it wilted before it could even reach it’s full bloom.

sometimes you wonder if they would’ve been happy if they didn’t have children. not because you hated your existence—but because having children is a huge responsibility. and it would cost quite a lot too. if neither of you nor nicolette were born, would they be happier? would they still be in love? you probably won’t know the answer to that.

a stray cat approaches you and stops right before your feet. it started nuzzling its head by your feet, the cold feeling of its fur rubbing against your skin. kneeling down to pet it, you sighed. “you probably have it hard too, huh? i wonder how life could be cruel to a cute little guy like you,” you said as you petted it. the cat just meows in response.

sure, you were what they called “a hopeless romantic," but honestly? there are times when you doubt if love is even real. you do accept that love is a wonderful and beautiful thing, because it is! however, maybe it’s not for you. because seeing what could’ve been a precious and everlasting love break with your own two eyes as a child is already enough reason for you to doubt the whole concept of love in itself.

the cat soon leaves you and you continue on with your walk. you didn’t wanna go back just yet. because if you did, you might as well feel suffocated by the bad tension between your parents for the rest of the night.

maybe it’s just the fact that everything feels overwhelming for you at the moment but you didn’t know when you started to cry. you didn’t realize that there were already a few tears rolling down your cheeks as you continued to walk. and the cold weather of the night isn’t helping because it just makes your nose clog up even more.

as you wipe your tears away, you didn’t expect to hear a question you really needed.

“pres? are you okay?”

you stopped in your tracks and looked up. it was none other than tartaglia once again. and you cursed yourself for letting him see you in such a vulnerable state at some hour in the night.

“what are you doing here?”

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Lake Laogai

This Lake had better have Appa in it. With little water wings on.

Skipping the commentary as usual.

The Previously On section suggests that a whole lot of plot threads are about to crash into each other. Strap in folks.

Lefty Sokka!

Beat up Sokka quota fulfilled by his sister's critique of his art skills. It's not like he had paper to practice with at the South Pole.

Sometimes I forget that Aang is 12, then he does something like attempt to rescue his pet from a nefarious city-wide conspiracy of silence with lost cat posters.

"Good tea is its own reward." That means no, he isn't paid enough.

Remember what I said in my last post about Iroh bringing too much attention to himself?

"senior executive assistant manager" someone on the writing team has worked retail I see. Nothing like meaningless promotions with no raise attached! It's right up there with employee pizza party.

I have to pause here and point something out. This whole scene with Iroh? This is an adult fantasy. I don't mean dirty, I mean this whole scene was put in specifically to appeal to the adults who got roped in to watching this kids' show by their children. A rich man walks through the door of your shitty retail job, immediately spots your natural greatness, and offers you a much better paying job with unlimited creative freedom and a better house to go with it? Find me a burnt out retail worker who hasn't conjured up this fantasy five times a shift.

And so the plots come crashing back together. This won't end badly.

"patience really pays off" I checked. He waited literally three seconds.

Shout out to Toph in the background playing catch with a ball she can't see. Casual flex of epic proportions.

Remind me never to go to Lake Laogai. Sounds like it's lousy with Ju Dees.

So the Ju Dees don't know about each other? Because she seems honestly confused. Does Ju Dee think she's the only Ju Dee? What happens if two Ju Dees run into each other in the street?

Posters are illegal but I haven't heard a peep about recarving a bunch of fields into a zoo.

This is maybe the second time Aang's blown up over Appa. Frankly he deserves more blow ups about the whole situation.

I don't think knocking down walls will help find Appa, but I applaud Toph's spirit.

They took out a whole wall and then exit by the door anyways. That's funny.

I really hate this guy, but I have to admit that he may be the first truly competent villain of the series.

'The Jasmine Dragon' also lets anyone with half a brain know that you're Fire Nation. Try the Jasmine Badgermole instead.

Zuko really can't catch a break, huh? He wasn't happy being a tea server, but at least he was resting. But every time he gets five minutes to himself, the main plot reappears to drag him back into the action, whether he wants to or not. Although he hasn't figured out that he doesn't want to be dragged back yet.

Every line of dialogue in this scene is a good point. Zuko's right, Iroh's right. The Zuko's right again, then Iroh's right again.

YES YES YES GET HIS ASS

That was satisfying!

I'm not understanding why Sokka is the voice of reason here. Is he incapable of holding a grudge? He's the one that had all the animosity with Jet to begin with. Shouldn't it be Aang who wants to hear him out?

Toph is a living lie detector now? I can't think of an example off the top of my head, but I'm sure that could have come in handy previously. Any other incredibly useful skills we should know about?

Jet is oddly defensive for someone who claims to know he did wrong.

Ever get so excited that your spine malfunctions?

Sokka just has a metre long map in his pocket. Good friend to have in a pinch.

Avatar first! Katara is rude to an old person!

I'm going to have fun with Toph's new ability.

Toph, you have never been more right. It is the worst city ever. You are really shining this episode.

I know this is a serious scene, but I need to point out that Jet's guyliner is on point.

This shot is jarringly out of place. I think it's because it both black and white, and live action. Those have to be real clouds.

So the Blue Spirit can talk after all. Careful, your Zuko is showing.

Wow Zuko is good at sewing. And fast too.

Sokka is having far too much fun with this whole 'prompt Jet's memory' thing. Maybe he does have a bit of a grudge after all.

Katara can reverse brainwashing now too? Everyone's levelling up this episode.

This scene with the planks is a very cool and disorienting visual.

Didn't have 'the gaang breaks into a brainwashing facility' on my ATLA bingo card.

Pretty.

OMIGOD IT'S AP- did Zuko just break the fourth wall?

Everyone always forgets to look up.

So this fight is going to be Toph v. all of the Dai Li while everyone else tries not to get in Toph's way.

That's a boat.

Toph could probably take all these guys out faster if she wasn't having to constantly break off to save everyone else from them.

The Dai Li prancing up walls is a really cool visual. It's very Ty Lee of them.

I love watching her work.

Why don't you let Long Feng escape? He's no longer threatening you, and you're down there to rescue Appa. Just let him go.

The security on Lake Laogai is a joke.

Big words from someone who also had no plan whatsoever at the North Pole.

Zuko knows that Iroh's right. He knows, and that's important. I don't think Iroh is saying anything that Zuko hasn't thought and then hurriedly pretended to have never thought about before. It's why he says 'stop it' rather than being completely confused as to what Iroh is referring to.

Poor Appa's like 'can you have a crisis of self after you free me please?'

'You've chosen your own demise." No. You chose it for him. That's some top tier deflection/victim blaming right there.

Longshot can talk!

That's one hell of a set up and pay off re: Toph's lie detecting abilities.

Poor Jet. A double tragedy: to be likeable only when you're brainwashed, and to dedicate your life to wiping out the Fire Nation yet being killed by the Earth Kingdom.

Hi Appa. It's about time buddy.

Shockingly in character for Appa's first actions to be to single handedly save the Gaang from a threat.

You skip that bastard like a stone.

Everyone go and listen to the sound Appa makes when he spits out Long Feng's shoe. It's delightful.

I am framing this.

And this too.

I can tell there's some shmymbolism here, but it's gone right over my head.

Final Thoughts

Appa is back. The Gaang has Appa back. I have Appa back. Ok. I can relax now. With any luck, this means we can leave Ba Sing Se.

This episode felt like City of Walls and Secrets, Part 2. I think it was a good decision to have a couple of episodes between the two, but I think there would be some tonal whiplash if you binged this section of season 2. Which wouldn't have been a problem for a show designed to air once a week, so it's a moot point.

So Zuko freed Appa from his chains, and presumably pointed him in the direction of a door or something. Or maybe not; Appa has a ridiculously hard head, he could have busted his way out. Either way, Zuko broke the chains. Thanks Zuko!

In season 1, Zuko finds the Avatar the world had lost. In season 2, Zuko finds the Sky Bison the Avatar had lost. So in season 3, Zuko will find something Appa has lost. I wonder what that will be?

Jet being killed by the Earth Kingdom is so deliciously ironic, and tragic, yet very in character for the Earth Kingdom's approach to this war. It's also literally this:

Smellerbee and Longshot have really gotten the short end of the stick over and over this season. They were the only ones to decide to stick with Jet. Presumably they were the only ones who believed that he had had a legitimate change of heart. And they were kind of wrong. They get to Ba Sing Se only for Jet to immediately backslide way past even where he was at his worst in Season 1. He completely discounts and dismisses their legitimate concerns for his methods and his overall health. Then Jet gets arrested and disappears for two (?) weeks. So what do they do now? Get jobs? Steal so they don't starve? Then suddenly Jet's back but he doesn't even remember them. Then suddenly Jet's dead. The whole point of coming to Ba Sing Se just died, in a way that shows very clearly that their desire to help with the war is not welcome at all in the city. So what now? Do they leave and try to fight in the war from outside the walls? Do they settle down and try to forget about the war? Things did spiral completely out of Jet's control once the Dai Li got involved, but you have to admit that he's left his only remaining friends up a creek.

Sokka had some good jokes but was oddly ok with this episode's events. Toph had some great lines and got to shine with a new skill that any writer with half a brain will bring back in future episodes. She felt like the audience substitute this episode, which is usually Sokka's role. Toph was episode MVP for sure. Poor Aang took a bit of a back seat this episode. Zuko finally hit the crisis point, and may well have made his first indisputably correct decision of the series. But, as previous episodes have gone out of their way to show me that Zuko being good always goes badly for Zuko, I'm sure freeing Appa will somehow come back to bite him.

Iroh's question of "who are you? And what do you want?" was Zuko's entire character arc this season. He took a shot at answering the "who are you?" portion in Zuko Alone, and sort of halfway got there before messing up at the end of the episode. As for the "what do you want?" Zuko will tell you (often and repeatedly) that he wants his honour back. But I think he just wants to go home. The thing is, I strongly suspect that the home Zuko wants to return to hasn't existed since his mother left, if it ever existed at all. Which means that while "who are you?" has an answer Zuko can work towards, "what do you want?" has an answer that is kind of impossible. So Zuko is going to have to learn to want something new.

RIP Jet. Your life was fucked to Hell long before you were old enough to try and salvage it. You'll probably be missed by more people than you strictly deserve. War sucks, amirite?

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #lake laogai

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 1 year

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Hey, for a Kylian fic I wanted to request: how about Kylian taking his daughter to training and theyre filming the Paris “no comment” series that day, so in the end its just his little girl commanding everyone around and getting treated liked the princess she is

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 • 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

☆Genre: fluff

☆Warning: none

☆Author note: I honestly didn't know how to write this but hopefully its good

☆ I have a lot of request to write now so I'm going to get to writing them. Revive the tag era

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

“Are you ready to go with daddy today?” you asked zipping up Amelia’s coat.

The little girl nodded, a sweet smile plastered on her little face.

It was very rare for kylian to take your daughter with him to work. You knew if she went nothing would be done so You didn’t allow her to go. But today was different.

You had a few errands to run so you decided to let her spend the day with kylian and the psg team. The little girl was extremely excited about this.

“Princesse prête?” kylian asks when he walks into the entryway. (ready princess)

Amelia nods and walks over to kylian. He picks her up, muttering a few french words to her that makes her giggle.

“Ok. Make sure you train today. Don’t let this little one distract you.” You tickled your daughters expose stomach making her laugh.

“don’t worry Mon amour. She won’t distract me.” Kylian reassured. “Alright let’s go, don’t want to be late.”

Kylian lean down capturing your lips with his. You kiss Amelia goodbye before watching them leave the house.

It's been a couple of hours since kylian came to training with Amelia and let’s just say she was a huge distraction to the team.

At some point she took it a upon herself to tell everyone what to do on the field. With the camera crew filming another episode of no comment, her demands where all caught.

“Kick it in. Don’t miss” she told Sergio while pointing to the net. The grown man did as she said, hitting the ball right into the back of the net.

Amelia claps her hands together and runs over to Sergio. “Yayy!”

The psg team laughs at her excitement.

she wraps her arms around his leg and hugs him. Sergio picks her up. Amelia turns to her next victim.

“Now papa.” Kylian walks over to the ball sitting on the ground and waited for her next step. “you kick it now!”

Kylian has no problem getting the ball into the net. When he did, Amelia squealed, wiggling herself away from Sergio to her dad.

Kylian crouched down and let the little girl run into his arms.

“so good Papa.”

The day went on and Amelia’s commands didn’t flatter. Not only did they let her boss them around but they made sure she was treated like royalty.

They brought her many snacks as she sat on the bench and cheered them on.

When kylian and Amelia came home that evening, Amelia was so excited to tell you about her day.

She told you all about her bossing around and getting treated like a princess. She was super excited and couldn’t wait for the next opportunity to go with her dad to training.

After putting her to bed, you found kylian washing the dishes.

“what happened to Amelia not being a distraction huh.” Kylian chuckles, setting down the dish while turning to you.

“Ok fine. Maybe she was a little bit distracting.”

You knew kylian was lying. “Kylian, I know you’re lying.”

“Ok fine, maybe very distracting.” Kylian blurts out. “But she was our biggest cheerleader so it’s ok.”

You Shake your head and laugh. You should have known this was going to happen.

#kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe x reader #dad! kylian mbappe

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josibunn · 7 months

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Hi, its the bunny!Danny/kappa anon👋

So lets say his cutsy, fluffy bunny ears are veryy sensitive. So reader asks to braid/play with his hair and he's like "sure but be careful with my ears." and is like blushing. So r thinks its just like a personal thing or something but then she accidentally nudges his ears a few times and he whimpers. She apologizes but hes like fully in subspace at this point so hes begging her to do something. She helps him out a bit, rides him and after he's already come multiple times hes soo overstimulated but shes soo close and towards the end she pinches his ear and pulls his hair at the same time and they both come.

Degrading, praise, nicknames: mommy, momma, bunny

I've literally been thinking about this since the whole bunny! Danny/kappa thing has been going around

anon you’re a visionary, omg. I love this!!! think imma do kappa, he goes a little unnoticed ^_^. thank u for the ask!!

bunny!kappa x reader! smut, obvi, warnings in the ask, unprotected p in v, hair pulling, overstim, oral sex, cum eating, he’s just so needy n just can’t take it :( also I set this in 2023 bc? I don’t really know when this episode takes time in?? black mirror is a little confusing with stuff like that lolz

tl: @culkineater @bambi-horror @bluemercy2

(this gif is sooo hot idk..the way he wraps his hand around her like take me NOW)

you’re laying on your shared bead with your boyfriend. his heads on your chest as you watch a movie he put on, tracing shapes with your nail over his skin. you watch his handsome face, his eyes darting around the tv screen, and there’s a cute glint in his eyes from the light reflecting.

you move some of his hair out the way to get a better look at his cheeks, and he notices, looking up at you. “somethin’ wrong?” he looks up at you. “hm? no, jus’ lookin’ at you.” you shrug with a smile, and he returns.

you admire his curls as he turns back to the tv, adjusting his head so his ears wouldn’t be in your face. “baby, can I braid your hair?” you ask. he always brushed away when your touched his hair, never knew why, but you didn’t mind it.

“my hair?” he looks up, scooting back to face you, now on his stomach. “uhh..sure. sure yeah.” he nods, lifting up. you falter, “is that ok? we don’t have to, I was just asking.”

“nono it’s fine, it’s..just my ears, try not to touch them a lot.” he nods, giving you a blushy shy little smile. “these ones? will it hurt? if that’s the case then I won’t do it,” “no it won’t hurt, just be careful, please? g-go ahead,” he scoots back and crosses his legs, and you nod. he’d do anything for you, even at his own expense.

you get behind him on your knees and part his hair down the middle with your nail to get rid of that fuckass schmiddle part he had, probably just gonna give him some tiny rows down the back to get it out of his face. hes watching the tv and fiddling with his fingers as you separate parts near his human ear, flipping the rest of the hair out of the way, and accidentally brushing against his bunny ears.

he flinches and they bat against your touch, “mm, sorry honey.” you mumble, but all he does is nod, so you don’t think anything of it. you hum as you continue braiding, and as you move up further on his head, it gets harder and harder to not touch his ears.

“sorry baby,” “ooh-didn’t mean to, m’sorry,” you’re apologizing through and through, and you can’t even get halfway through the braid before you’re hearing him whimper at another brush of his ear, making you stop.

at first you think he’s hurt. “kappa? baby did I hurt you?” you crawl around in front of him and grab his chin, making him look up at you. his cheeks are flushed brows are knit as he looks up at you, hands in his lap

“n-no. no I just-..” “then what’s wrong? is something wrong?” you’re cradling his face. he nods, “I want you, momma. please.” he mumbles. your brows raise, “huh?” “want you so bad..please..” he leans back on his hands and spreads his legs on the side of you, and you notice his long cock poking against his shorts, sitting heavy on his thigh.

you flush, “oh baby,” “need it so bad, I couldn’t take it. just do something please I-momma I need you..” he’s whining, and before you know it he’s grabbing your wrist and slapping your hand on his clothed cock, using your hand and rubbing himself for some sort of relief.

he moans behind his lips, head thrown back as you take over, a small smile on your lips. “you poor thing, momma accidentally got you all worked up?” you’re kissing his cheek, down his jaw and to his neck, and precum is staining his shorts.

he nods, “mhm, felt so good.” so that’s what he meant by sensitive. interesting. you smile against his skin as you slip your hand into his boxers, pulling his dick out and using his pre as lube, stroking him slowly.

he whines, bucking into your hand. “don’t do this to me, please touch me..please,” he whimpered. “cmon baby you know the rules, you take what I fuckin’ give you, ok? stop movin,” you whisper as you watch his cock jump in your hand. his hands digging into the cover as his chest heaves, head thrown back already and tiny moans falling off his tongue.

“you’re so mean..please momma..just a lil more,” he pouts, and your brows raise. “i’m mean? i’m giving my baby what he wants and i’m mean?” you yank his head back by his hair, squeezing his cock as he moans out, cheeks pink and brows knit together.

his back arches as you pull harder, forcing him down onto the bed. you stroke his cock faster and his body squirms under you, fucking your fist. “see what you’re doing to yourself? what I have you doing to yourself? and you have the nerve to call me mean..” you faux pout as you kiss his lips softly, and he’s moaning into your mouth, mumbling whinily.

“m’sorry momma, m’sorry know I didn’t mean it,” he holds your back as you smile against his lips, his gasping and little moans are music to your ears. “you’re so pretty sugar, know that? hm?” you giggle as his cheeks flush again, “you are too momma, did you make my hair look pretty?” “almost, it’s ok though. love you like this.” you stick your tongue in his mouth, drool getting all over your two.

he moans out when he feels your fingers run up the back of his head and graze his ears, it was intentional, you could feel how his breath quickens as you continue to tongue fuck his mouth. he tried to keep up, but he’s too overtaken by you and everything you’re doin, you’re just so nasty.

“momma please, i’m gunna cum, can’t h-hold it i’m gonna cum y’gonna make me cUm,” he squeaks, gripping your arm. he cums hard on the stomach of his shirt, pulling away to watch himself make a mess, and you watch too, shocked at the puddle.

“really needed that, huh baby?” you coo, making him look up at you. his eyes are wide and blown, fogged over with a subby sort of lust only you could bring out.

“you think you could go again? hm baby?” you unbutton his shirt and push it off his chest, holding his body down as you climb on top. “yes, yes, need you so bad momma.” he nods frantically, watching you peel your soaked bottoms off.

“wanna feel that wet pussy,” he reaches under you and pushes his two fingers in you, and you moan out, surprised at the sudden dominance your boyfriend exhibited. “holy fuck momma,” he gasps as you hold onto his shoulder, brows furrowed as you hide your face in his neck, almost losing your cool, dominant side.

“fuckin’ soakin’, can you ride my cock? please?” he whimpers as you moan in his ear, nodding. “of c-course baby, been so good for me, haven’t you?” you moan as he sped up his fingers in you, huffing as he watches your pussy gush over his fingers. “my good boy?” you grab his cock, and he moved his fingers out of you and grips your thighs as you rub his tip against your pulsating hole, gathering your wetness.

“mhm, your good boy,” he cuts himself with a groan as you slide and your eyes almost roll back. you gasp and moan out when you feel him latch his arm around your back and push you quicker and further down on his length, his cock spearing you open with the stretch, you should’ve prepped yourself better.

“w-wait a second bun, gimme a second,” you moan shakily holding onto his chest, panting. “feel so good momma, cmon please..” he begs, he’s rocking you slowly against him, where was this coming from? all because you pulled his hair and brushed against his little ears?

you whimper, sitting up, your hands flat on his chest. “calm down, kay baby?” you slide up his cock slowly, trying to pace yourself for him.

he nods and hisses, hand gripping your hip as he watched you come off his cock, your wetness coating his veiny dick. “god momma, love your pussy so baad,” he whines looking up at you. “I know bun I know, feel so fuckin’ good you know that? huh?” you pant, your eyes fluttering as you pussy clenches against him, and he notices, his arm gripping your body and pulling you closer.

he sits up on his elbow, breathing in your air as he nods frantic, eyes blown and cheeks pink. “m-more, please.” he whispers, eyes fixated on the way your (his) shirt falls off your shoulder and to your exposed breasts before he looks back up at you. you hold his shoulders, your face in his neck and a hand traveling up his hair.

“how much more baby?” you kiss his neck, and he holds you tighter with a small gasp. “m-more, just wan’ more of you momma please..” he moans, starting to shove you down on him a little. not enough to knock you, but enough to give himself a little more pleasure.

you moan lightly as you bite at his neck, “baby you’re-..s-slow down, kay?” you pull at his hair and jerk him back, but he groans into the air, eyes rolling back and mouth going slack.

“can’t fuckin’ take it momma, my god,” he starts shoving you down on him as he thrusts upwards, and you moan, wrapping yourself around his body more at the sudden force. “—gasp— kappa!” you shriek, your mouth falling open with moans flying off your tongue.

“m’sorry,” he pleads, “just feel so fuckin’ good, too fuckin’ good,” he whines, and he’s fucking into you with all his might, cock hitting deep into you as you latch onto the back of his head, hair in your grasp. “k-kappa, bunny slow down! yer’ sposed’ to be my good boy,” you whimper, your drool pooling on his neck as he groans.

“I am your good boy momma..just feel so good, doin’ me so good,” he pants. he bear hugs you and falls back on the bed, his back arched as he slams into you with his feet planted on the bed. he’s moaning whinily, head thrown back as you moan loud in his ear, nails digging into his skin and pulling his hair back.

he moans high, “momma, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” he pants. “touch me, touch them please, fucking please baby,” his eyes roll back as he swallows back drool.

he grips onto your thighs and slams you down as you crawl back on top of him body jerking violently as you try to ground yourself, whimpering at how deep he was pounding into you, he was never like this with you, not usually so so needy and bent out of shape.

you look into his eyes, taking in each others moans and groans as you hold his head, hands traveling up to caress the backs of his fluffy little ears, and his eyes widen as his breath falters, legs staring to shake as he pounds into you mercilessly, and you feel your orgasm approaching with his, his cock twitching inside of you with each deep kiss of your cervix.

“oh my god, ohmygod momma fuck,” his eyes roll back and his neck rolls over, mouth agape and brows knit together. “ gonna cum, think i’m gonna fuckin’ cum momma,” he looks at you with doey eyes, cheeks pink and lips glossy. “please can I cum, wanna cum so bad,” he whines, but you shake your head, eyes squeezing shut as you squeeze onto him, your stomach bubbling with a familiar knot.

“not yet babyboy, not yet, yknow the rules,” you moan, starting to fuck back on him, little “awe awe awe” sounds coming from you as your hands shake around him, your dam breaking, trying not to babble on his cock as your orgasm hits you like a truck.

you pant as you continue to ride him, “how you feelin baby? think you can hold it some more?” you kiss his cheek as he shakes his head, “n-no, please I wanna cum so bad, i’ve been a good boy,” he sniffles, and you grin.

“you have,” you faux pout before locking lips with his and rolling your hips on his, hands reaching up and rubbing down his ears, and before you know it he’s scrambling, clawing at your back and pawing at the covers as he whispers and moans in your mouth, your tongue in the way of his babbling, but you make out a tiny bit as he cums inside you, cock twitching.

you sigh together as you keep rocking on him, and he starts to push your body away, shaking his head in the kiss. “no, n-no no more, please.” he whines as you rub his shoulders, looking down at him.

“but you wanted to cum so badly just a second ago baby,” you coo, lifting up and watching his load roll down his cock and onto his thighs as you continue to push him over his limit, a nasty squelching and clapping sound being heard each time you bounce back on his cock, trying to milk him for all he’s worth, since someone wants to cum so bad.

“momma, can’t, please,” he whines, but you feel his hips hitter as he ruts into you. “love when you deny baby, so cute,” you pull off him with a huff and he falls back as you lay next to him, smiling. “you were so good baby, yknow that? did so well for momma,” you caress his cheek as he smiles weakly, looking over to you with low eyes.

“you were so good too, loved it so much,” he was so deep in subspace he wasn’t even forming sentences, it was cute.

you play with his hair, looking down and noting the cum still seeping out of you. “you made a big mess bun, must’ve felt real good today.” you spread your legs, “cmon, be my good boy and clean me up, yeah?”

“y-yeah,” he nods and sits up, dropping down and pulling your legs apart, and you bite your lip as his tongue licks his nut off your pussy, head starting to roll back.

“that’s fuckin it baby, you got it bun,” you praise, back arching and a high moan coming from you as he dips his tongue inside you.

aaaaand fin!! I hope you enjoyed I SURE DID!! this was so fun, thank u so much anon. sorry it got so long, much love <33

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #x black reader #kappa smut #kappa black mirror #bunny!kappa #L anon #kappa prompt

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sakumz · 8 months

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「 lu guang x gn reader 」

a/n : I doubt there's many readers for this but THIS MAN OH MAH GAWDD I just started link click... every episode makes me wanna cry when xiaoshi punched him and instead of getting angry he comforted him MY GOODNESS

warnings : a little ooc, reader in hospital...

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" you seem pretty spaced out lately, lu. " xiaoshi playfully punches the white haired boy on the shoulder as he drops his phone from the impact.

" sorry... it's just... remember y/n l/n? " lu guang looks directly at cheng xiaoshi as he ponders for a while before replying.

" yeah, they were from our school though they transferred away halfway. what's up? "

" their brother texted me the other day, said they're in the hospital and well... "

" you've always liked them huh, want me to go to the past and confess on your behalf? " xiaoshi playfully winks as lu guang sighs out of relief. giving xiaoshi the photo he printed out earlier of you and him in the classroom.

" yeah, dont mess up. got it? " lu guang raise his hand.

" got it. " xiaoshi slaps his hand on lu's hand.

" was I that mesmerising in your eyes that you just had to take a picture of me and the golden hour? " you teased as you turn away from the window to look at the white haired boy as he snaps out of his gaze from you and put his phone down, mumbling a sorry.

' damn did you really take a picture without asking for permission? what a creep. ' xiaoshi teased in his head as a certain lu guang flushed red at the memory.

' they looked really pretty, now tell them you'll walk them home and confess then leave the picture. ' lu guang instructs.

" its getting late, I'll walk you home. " xiaoshi tells you as you accepts and pack your things.

exiting the school and walking behind the male, you can't help but feel nervous. xiaoshi occasionally peeks over you as lu guang mentally prepares what nonsense might sprout out of xiaoshi's mouth.

' so why do you want to confess to them? ' he asks.

' they woke up from a coma, their brother said they don't remember anything and have been crying almost every day ever since they woke up. I doubt this confession will change anything in the future but... '

' I get it, today was their last day at school. you didn't get the chance to confess as you ran away after snapping that photo. '

' you- well you're not entirely wrong. ahem focus on the task at hand, just repeat after me. '

" you're really pretty, bright like the sun. funny, kind and sweet. I'm not expecting an answer or whatever but just so you know. I love you a lot, and- " xiaoshi stopped walking as you bump onto his back, stumbling at the impact a little.

" I'm moving away tomorrow. if youre asking me to be your lover then I'm not so sure if a long distance relationship will work out. one might fall for another in the long run. " he's staring at you as you fidget at your spot. this was all so nerve-wracking to you.

" I know that. it's okay, I don't need to be your lover now or ever, but I hope you always remember that there's a guy that fell for you and that you're amazing no matter what. " xiaoshi can't help but sympathize with his friend's possible one-sided love.

" I-I'm sorry, " hearing the apology shocked both xiaoshi and lu guang, tears pricked onto the corners of your eyes as you aggressively wipe your eyes.

" I'm sorry, it's just... " crouching down to cover your face to cry wasn't helping the words come out of your mouth.

xiaoshi bends down to your height, " it's okay really! " he attempts to pat your head in hopes to comfort you but it only made your heart sank deeper.

" you're a sweet guy despite your h-hard and cold exterior. I truly loved you too but we can't be together! not now or ever, so many things might change for you and me. I'll be moving away tomorrow, to a far-away place. you and I- we won't make it as lovers with those circumstances! " lu guang sighs heavily as xiaoshi mentally panics, ' hello? lines quick! '

" umm, I don't know what to say besides goodluck on your departure. " hearing that, your sniffles stop as you glare at the man infront of you.

' don't say that idiot, tell them it's alright. I'll find them in the future eventually, just wait for me. ' so xiaoshi repeats after him.

hearing the words, renders you speechless at his confidence to find you. you broke into a smile as lu guang body's reacts with a faint blush on his face, heck even the real lu guang looking at you from xiaoshi's eyes was blushing. after the so-called confession session and successfully bringing you home. xiaoshi exits the photo.

" thank you, " lu guang peeks over to his friend sprawled out next to him on the couch.

" wanna visit them or what? " xiaoshi challenged to which lu guang sighs before agreeing.

after texting your brother for details, here they were starring at your figure looking out the window.

" am I still mesmerising in your eyes? why don't you take a picture of me and the golden hour, lu guang. " hearing the softness of your voice, he rushes by your side to give you a squeeze.

you feel his tears fall on you as you return the hug, you're home now. wherever he is, your heart will call it home. xiaoshi watches as his friend cries for you before walking away to give you guys more privacy.

" sorry, I can't help the tears. you- you remembered, " he stops crying to look at you. you were wearing a soft smile on your face, the faint blush was there but with the glowing sun behind you. you looked ethereal.

" I'm happy to see you too, waking up from a dream... that confession was what I last dreamed of, lu guang... I love you so much, " he takes a seat next to your bed, following to grab your cold hands with his larger and warmer hands.

" I love you just as much too. after you left, my heart couldn't move on from you. it longs for you, I miss you so much. I didn't want to bother nor distract you when you moved, so I didn't text you. when your brother texted about today, I can't help but feel the need to visit... I wasn't sure if doing so was right until a friend suggested it. "

" ha, that friend must've been cheng xiaoshi ? I think that's his name, "

" yeah, " he smiles fondly at today's fiasco.

" I've got so much to tell you, but for now... I'm feeling a little sleepy... " you mumbled out as you slowly changed position, moving one of your hands out of his hold. falling asleep with one hand of his in front of your face.

he watches fondly, your heartbeat in the monitor seems fine. he didn't change your future, seeing as the major event where you were in the hospital still exists. heck, you must've been telling on your brother about him despite not talking to lu guang eversince but, for your brother to even bother to reach out to him like that... does that mean you were fated to meet him once more? he can't help but smile a little at the thought.

" I've got so much to tell you too, " he says as he closes his eyes and places his head above the arm, holding onto your hand. he falls asleep from the sounds in the room. how he truly can't wait for things to play out. he didn't really change the future now, did he?

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