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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 5

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question for you: it that only a reflection from set lights, or did agatha have tears in her eyes?

because, well, this is agatha. she's putting on a show, so you know that she's not as confident as she wants to appear. I imagine that suddenly turning into a ghost is not an easy adjustment. super interesting from a nerdy scholary prospective, but psychologically?? idk

billy, as usual, has to beg her to PLEASE BE SERIOUS FR

I toOK A calCULateD RiSK

whatever you say you big loser

then she demonstrates being a ghost by trying to slap billy. it's scientific and not ridiculous at all

at long last, and very, very late in the game she explains the nature of the Road to billy - and notice how she's still not able to be completely honest, despite all the previous moments they shared. the song means the world to her, but she's not ready to admit that yet.

the Road was very very very much real, and all the deaths that happened do count

I'll die on the hill that billy is a good person at heart. the tower, the potential for tragedy and destruction, is just that, a potential that the people in his life - the kaplans, eddie, the coven and yes, even agatha - are helping keep unfulfilled.

agatha shakes her head, gently, carefully. and we can see there has been some growth here: the first time billy supposedly killed someone she went on a whole speech about how Killing Makes You a Survivor Actually, a speech that was more about her than him. she's at least considering his feelings now

and btw agatha's "death" not being final like the others' doesn't cheapen the message at all. these are shows about dealing with / accepting mortality, and that is a journey agatha has just started. she (somehow, crying and screaming and flying by the seat of her pants) cheated death and will get herself a new body, and that's just one step forward and two steps back on her way to learn to finally stop running.

remember when nicky was upset about killing witches and agatha avoided the subject by singing a song to him, because she didn't know how to relieve a child of the guilt that was hers and only hers? she is trying now. she sees how this is devastating billy and she (badly) tries to absolve him. she is the one who lured the coven into a trap, who didn't disclose the nature of the Road, who very much killed alice.

and mark my words: she knows who sharon is, she absolutely remembers her name. I think she feels the most guilty about killing sharon, because with alice it was kind of an accident, but she went out of her way to doom this poor little lady, and she's been distancing herself from her with callous jokes since the beginning.

look at her face. this is Empathy. I've talked a lot about how for agatha it's easier to feel empathy for people with similar stories and backgrounds to hers. she felt it for wanda and ran from it. billy has the added quality of being perfect son material (I'll get to that in a minute) and right now? she knows what he's going through. she was once a girl born with the power to kill people, a power she didn't know how to stop, and it ruined her life and doomed everyone who crossed her path.

and she's still trying to have her cake and eat it too! consoling billy while still keeping her "whatever I don't care anyway" fake vibes. I'd say that she's matured a little, sure! from toddler to at least first grader. she even dares to roll her eyes when mentioning jen, this actual piece of ghostly turd.

please please please let jen come back in a marvel property that doesn't suck / hopefully written by jac and her team. please please please let us see what she does next

"should I go check on how agatha and billy are doing? nope screw them bye bye losers omw to rebuild my empire!" *nyoooooom*

(I don't know what I'd like to see more, jen becoming a force for good right away or still on the road to recovery, clashing heads with agatha.)

agatha takes a deep breath (can ghosts actually breathe tho) and gives billy a speech reminiscent of what she told nicky all those years ago. if you want to survive, get used to this feeling. we are supposed to read this interaction with the added context of her relationship with her own son (hence the callback). so why does agatha gives billy the nicky treatment now?

I think billy is all that agatha hoped and wanted nicky to be - a partner in crime who can keep up with her intelligence and sense of humor, a powerful witch she can pass her knowledge to, and a son who will love her and stick by her side no matter what. billy is the whole package, from the very beginning she couldn't see him as just the carrier of the very power she needed to bring nicky back; another hunger took over, the hunger to claim him and raise him as her own.

which brings us to the crucial question: why does agatha want a son? why did she have nicky in the first place? the answer, in true agatha fashion, is selfish, flawed, tragic, human. she wanted to fix her own childhood. she wanted to raise a version of herself who had all the love and support of a mother. and so she made sure that nicky had what she never had, including books and lessons to learn magic from. she tried to make him immune to life's heartbreaks - get used to this feeling, like she never could (because she never managed to make her own heart impervious, she only hid it away and tried to ignore it.) she essentially imagined her child as a a mini-me who committed all the same atrocities with no guilt or remorse and the added bonus of a mother cheerleading them on. another cheat sheet, a way to fix herself without actually working on her issues.

except nicky wasn't exactly what she had expected. he didn't like killing witches. instead of a talent for magic, he showed a talent for music and, credit where credit's due, agatha encouraged and nurtured it. when nicky died, agatha was on her way to accept that he was his own wonferful person and that being a parent is an exercise in selflessness. despite all her mistakes, she did one fundamental thing right: she loved nicky so freaking much, and was genuinely loved in return. who knows what could have happened if they were allowed to continue on that path.

billy is also very much his own person (not to mention almost and adult) so he simply won't let agatha project her issues all over him. (agatha is like, "challenge accepted.")

her love for billy is not in question, but now she has to be selfless and admit he doesn't exactly need mentoring in serial killing. what did billy need from the Road after all? it wasn't power. it was a sense of identity, a community, help in finding himself and his brother. agatha knows this perfectly, she's just *gestures in her general direction* like that.

go to episode 9 part 6

[jessicas-pi]

So. You guys remember that AU I had? The one where Darth Vader kind-of adopted Inquisitor!Ezra as his son? Among other things? No? Ok yeah here's the link to the OG post

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ANYWAY I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS NOW!

Shortly after arriving on Lothal, Sabine found Ezra some armor and painted it to match hers. Since they look pretty much the same and never take off their helmets when they're out vandalizing, no one knows who they are or even how many of them there are. People start calling them the Mad Mandos. Sabine thinks it's a lame nickname, Ezra thinks it's awesome.

When Vader shows up, Ezra insists he stay for dinner. Yes he knows Vader can't eat with the suit, but it's polite and he hasn't had a family dinner with Dad in so long...

Cue the most awkward meal of all time. Vader tries to make small talk. Sabine is silently panicking while Vader is making small talk. Vader is trying to figure out who the Mandalorian is (is she ezra's friend? is she ezra's girlfriend? did she kidnap him? did he kidnap her? was it mutual kidnapping? this is all very unclear and vader needs answers) without being too scary, for Ezra's sake, but frankly there's nothing he can do about it. He's terrifying. It's a fact.

Anyway. Ezra's happy. Sabine's freaked out. (She's so glad she took Ezra out of the bounty hunting profession because this would have ended so badly if he'd been hurt.) And then...

Actually, I have to back up and explain.

So, the Empire is in absolute CHAOS right now. Mostly due to the fact that the Emperor is dead.

Palpatine had been trying to get rid of Ezra for some time, seeing the boy as a weakness to Vader, so Vader offed Palps as soon as he had the chance.

Then Vader realizes oh no, am I the Emperor now??? Vader thinks quick, trying to figure out someone who he could appoint as Emperor. They need to be smart and responsible and able to deal with crazy people and...

Cody!

Vader makes Cody the Emperor, and immediately runs off to find his missing kid.

(Cody lasts two years as Emperor before abdicating due to how much he absolutely loathes the job. He departs from the public eye and instantly vanishes. No one can find him. No one knows where he is. He goes down in history as the least hated emperor of the short-lived empire. Legend has it that he can still be seen, now and then, drinking space margaritas on the beaches of Scarif.)

But with Cody's abdication and immediate vanishment, nobody is left in charge. Power struggles are immediate and messy, and in all that chaos, some of the regular protocols are forgotten.

Such as the one maintaining Vader's life support system.

See, Palpatine didn't want Vader being operational without him, so he had something built into the suit so that it would shut down if he didn't enter a specific code every week. Cody kept it up because it was just one of those regular protocols, he didn't even know what it did, but now with the chaos, it's forgotten about.

On Lothal, Vader collapses suddenly.

Sabine would rather do anything than touch the machinery of Vader's life support system, but he's Ezra's dad and he's dying and grrrrrrh FINE SHE'LL HELP.

With some quick thinking, she gets the most essential parts of the suit to work, pauses briefly to make sure Ezra's not going to have a panic attack, and then sets to work on restoring the rest of the suit.

Sabine is horrified by the state of Vader's prosthetics. This equipment is like... 10, 15 years out of date.

Project: Repair Ezra's Dad becomes her new hobby. Vader is a begrudging participant in this project. He's just doing it because she's Ezra's friend. Well... probably his friend? He passed out before he figured out what, exactly, she was.

But once he is awake and functional, it's not long before Vader comes to the conclusion that she's SEVERAL things to Ezra, including his ride-or-die best friend, his roommate, his partner in crime, his occasional parental guidance, and his substitute moral compass.

By means of incredibly unsubtle questioning, Vader does rule the girlfriend thing out. By equally unsubtle means, he also makes it very clear to Sabine that the girlfriend thing is completely off the table in the future as well. Like forever. Hands off his son.

(That was a dinner conversation neither Sabine nor Ezra would ever like to repeat.)

Anyway, over time, Sabine and Vader get to talking. No one--especially not Ezra--knows how it happens, but Sabine and Vader actually become friends. It's kind of a terrifying idea.

(Vader attempts, with his usual unsubtle means, to gauge Ezra's opinion on potentially acquiring a sister.)

(Oddly, Ezra doesn't seem too keen on it.)

(Vader, now worried, makes a mental note to reiterate to Sabine that under no hypothetical future circumstances will she ever be allowed to date his son.)

So, yeah. Time passes. Vader just kind of... sticks around. A couple Inquisitors show up and he yells at them for interrupting bonding time with his son but he doesn't Force-choke them because it makes Ezra upset when he does.

In fact, Ezra seems to be getting upset about several things Vader does that he used to be fine with before. Vader almost wants to be mad at Sabine for giving his son a conscience, but he begins to realize that he doesn't quite like doing those things, either.

(Without the outdated, barely-functional suit tormenting him nearly every second of the day, and on a planet that shines with Light, Vader's grip on the Darkness is slipping.)

(One day, standing amid the long grasses, watching Ezra trying to show off by climbing the rock spires, Vader smiles.)

(He has not smiled in fourteen years.)

But good things don't always last, do they?

One day, on one of their vandalism missions, both of the kids go missing. Vader, filled with rage, takes his TIE and chases their kidnappers down to one of the shanty-towns.

He is seconds away from going on a murder spree when Ezra's frantic intervention stops him.

Some intimidation and a bit of mind reading later, Vader uncovers the truth. These people, it seems, got Ezra and Sabine out of a scrape, and were genuinely going to bring them back home after their stop here--or, if that didn't work out, after they went on a brief mission to free Wookiee slaves.

Vader doesn't even really notice that they were going to be freeing Wookiee slaves from the Empire.

Ever since the oozing slick of Darkness started to be washed away, Vader has felt something worryingly like pangs of conscience for what he has done in service to the Empire.

Long before he was a Sith--long before he was a Jedi--Vader was a boy who had a dream about freeing all the slaves.

"I'm coming with," he announces.

"Dad, I'm not really sure that's a good idea--"

"This is not up for discussion, son."

Oh Force, Kanan thinks. Oh Force, this is definitely a Sith Lord. There is a Sith Lord going on this mission with us to fight the Empire. what the kriff what the kriff what the kriff---

What follows is the most awkward, tense mission the Spectres have ever undertaken.

It's also, without a doubt, the easiest mission the Spectres have ever undertaken.

Vader goes all Rogue One Hallway Scene on the transport full of Stormtroopers, which Ezra frowns at him for, and Vader feels a little tiny bit bad about it.

Zeb is slightly impressed by Ezra's ability to whack stormtroopers together by their helmets without even touching them.

"Hey, Kanan, kid's like you!" he says, without thinking.

There's a long, terrified pause.

"Cockroaches," Vader huffs, pointing at Kanan in something more like annoyance than anything else. "You're like cockroaches. Squish one and three more show up. Utterly impossible to kill."

"Da-ad!" Ezra complains. "You can't kill my friends!"

"I'm not going to kill your friends. I merely said they were difficult to kill."

"Well you made it sound like a threat! And you said you wouldn't do that anymore!"

"I know. They're just like this," Sabine mutters under her breath, giving Kanan a consoling pat on the shoulder. "You get used to it, after a while."

[blitzwhore]

My Helluva Boss fics 2024

An almost-complete list of the HB (mostly Stolitz) fics I've written in 2024! ✨

General Audiences/Teen and Up:

📖 Saving Us (15k, Stolitz). Written pre-Mastermind. After not seeing the owl since Verosika's party, Blitzø jumps in to protect Stolas from Andrealphus, and in doing so gets badly wounded. When he wakes up in a hospital bed some days afterwards, he and Stolas finally talk.

📖 Caramel Kiss (1.2k, Stolitz). Humor, fluff. Blitz criticizes Stolas' ice cream order and Stolas decides to be a tease about it. Chaos ensues.

📖 Left Behind (3.3k, Blitzo & Tilla). Blitzo wants to confess to Fizz, but is terrified of messing up. Terrified enough to ask his mother for help, even if it means coming out to her. In the end, the confession doesn't go as planned. The rest... well. Sadly, the rest is history.

📖 At His Mercy (1.6k, Blitzø & Cash). Of what happens when Blitzø and his crew run into Cash in the street.

📖 Mama's Remedy (1.1k, Stolitz). During their day together as kids, Blitzo finds out Stolas has never climbed the giant tree in his garden and decides that needs to be fixed.

📖 Please, Stay (1k, Stolitz). Pre-Ozzie's. After a BDSM scene during a full moon, Stolas discovers that Blitz's knuckles are wounded from a fight.

📖 Make It Easy on You (831 words, Stolitz). Pre-Full Moon. Stolas wakes up in the middle of the night and finds Blitz curled up around him, sound asleep and completely at peace. The realisation that this is the only way he will ever have what he truly wants is more than he can bear.

📖 You Love Him (Not) (800 words, Stolitz). Pre-Full Moon. A peek into what goes on in Blitzø's mind when he looks at his selfie in bed with Stolas.

📖 If Only (689 words, Stolitz). Pre-Full Moon. Each crying alone in his house, both Stolas and Blitzø imagine the other is there to comfort them.

📖 I Could Never Be Better Off Without You (757 words, Stolitz). Post-Mastermind. Blitzø reassures a guilt-ridden Stolas that he's wanted, even when he has nothing left to give.

Mature:

📚 This Warmth (1k, Stolitz). Pre-Ozzie's. When he wakes up in Stolas' arms after a typical full moon encounter, Blitzø experiences some complicated emotions and wants he has no idea how to navigate.

📚 Relapse (2.8k, Blitzø & Barbie). When they arrive at work, Blitzø and his crew find a wasted Barbie Wire lying on their meeting room floor. Blitzø will do whatever it takes to make sure his sister is safe.

🔥 You're Perfect (And Everything In Between) (19k, Stolitz; WIP, will be explicit). Tattoo artist!AU with trans Blitz, who is very, very gay for the cute, easily flustered, tall-as-hell man that walks into his tattoo shop.

🔥 Pipin' Hot (429 words, Marthaberry). How many times do you have to kill the bitch who fucked your husband before she gets bored and starts flirting with you instead?

Explicit:

🔞 Wear Your Pride (7.9k, Stolitz). After the Imp City Pride Parade, Blitzø and Stolas fuck in the back of the van. Ft. lots of teasing and birdpuss-eating.

🔞 Delectable (3.9k, Stolitz). Blitzø spills some mustard on his bare thighs. Stolas doesn't miss the opportunity to lick him thoroughly clean.

🔞 Just Like This (3.9k, Stolitz). Sub!Blitzø, soft dom!Stolas; puppy play. A leashed Blitzø rides Stolas' leg.

🔞 Good Pup (3.7k, Blitz/Fizz/Ozzie). Sub!Blitzø, dom!Fizz and Ozzie. Blitzø is determined to take all of Ozzie's cock in his ass at the same size as Fizz usually does. Fizz and Ozzie take very good care of him.

After being in the fandom for a few years, it's been a blast actually creating fanworks for it. I look forward to writing so much more in 2025! ❤️

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Currently down astronomically for Shinichiro

Do you have any headcanons for him in a relationship, particularly with someone who fell in love with/confessed to him first? (A change of pace to his usual unreciprocated confessions)

Ok here are some with the reader confessing first!

Honestly doesn't expect a confession at all, when you asked to speak to him for a moment he imagined practically everything else besides this. He just stares at you in shock for a moment before he starts crying and actually replies to your confession. He's just so shocked and happy by this turn of events.

Will ask you not to mention the crying part to anyone else though 

Spends the rest of the week stupidly happy, literally nothing can upset him. He's practically floating around and grinning at everyone. 

Can't stop saying my girlfriend/ my boyfriend. He just loves saying that he finally has a partner. 

And definitely brags about you to his friends a lot, he just loves talking about you, especially in this early stage.

Does basically every romantic gesture he can think of (especially seems to love bringing you flowers)

Actually is a bit shy when it comes to getting physical, he badly wants to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you etc but get's a bit nervous to (he overthinks it a lot) ends up nervously laughing while asking you to. 

He automatically grins everytime he sees you, he doesn't even seem to notice it but he get's so much happier when he spots you. 

Begs his friends (and Manjiro) to not embarass him before he introduces you to them (of course they all ignore this and tell a bunch of embarrassing stories about him instead).

Offers to drive you around everywhere, likes the feeling of you being so close to him and wants you to see how much fun being on a bike is (or how much fun his bike is).

He plans a big date for the first time he seriously says "I love you" (partially to make up for him crying when you both confessed the first time) but that morning he accidentally sleepily says it instead (he then curses that it wasn't as romantic as he wanted)

He's a very good listener, you can say you like something just once and he'll remember it.

And finally, he loves celebrating all of the little anniversaries in your relationship, like one week, one month etc. 

[maxdibert]

Ginny’s got a really interesting set up for a character, it’s just that everything interesting about her happens off page. How does she feel about the fiasco of her first year, and that her family didn’t even notice how lonely she was? How was her second year, after nearly dying and making no friends in her first? How’s her relationship with her mother, given that she clearly wanted a daughter but they don’t share common interests? How does she feel about everyone focusing on Harry after the dementor attack on the train when it seems she was just as badly affected? How did trauma shape her from an openly very emotional little girl to a hard-eyed unemotional teenager? Does it annoy her that Harry *admires* that she’s hard-eyed and not weepy, when she wasn’t like that before Tom Riddle sunk his teeth in to her? How does she feel about always being kept on the periphery of the trio? How does she feel that her boyfriend didn’t think she was capable and worthy of including in the Horcrux quest? What was her time as a Hogwarts resistance leader like?

There’s so much potential that JKR sets up, but it gets sidelined because she doesn’t want to get bogged down by making Harry and Ginny a plausibly equal partnership. So instead she becomes a sassy hot girl who’s Harry’s ticket into his dream family. She’s the most frustrating character in the series for me for that reason, the character could’ve easily been a great deal more than she is.

Exactly. 100%. Totally. That’s my exact opinion.

My problem with Ginny is that if Rowling had cared to give her some relevance starting from the third book, after what happened with Riddle, maybe bringing her a little closer to the trio so that her character could show some depth—just like we know so much about Ron and Hermione because they’re close to Harry—everything would’ve happened more naturally, and Ginny would have been developed enough to be likable despite her flaws. She had four whole books to do this and didn’t bother, in fact, she’s basically a side character until the sixth book. She’s a character who doesn’t matter, and then suddenly, bam! She’s the dream girl of every teenage guy because she’s hot, athletic, doesn’t cry, and talks back to anyone who raises their voice at her—what? All I see is a really annoying girl who constantly needs to please the guys because she’s looking for male validation, and she’s just a fangirl of Harry Potter, period. I’m sorry, but she messed it up big time.

I’m not a fan of Romione, I find them boring as hell and I don’t see them together, but Romione has development. You see it throughout the series, you see the tension, and you see how their relationship evolves, and even then, until the end, Rowling doesn’t make them canon. The same could have happened with Harry and Ginny, but she didn’t want to and it was a huge mistake because it ended up creating an unbearable character.

[rekino2114]

Hey could I get Lacey with a reader who kisses her (with her permission of course) all over her face while saying praises about them and how much they love her?

I want to see her happy and in a loving relationship so badly now ever since I saw your post

Kissing and comforting lacey

Pairing:lacey x gn reader

Tw(if you've seen lacey, you know):abuse depression,suicidal thoughts,just trauma in general (all of this is implied, and lacey has kind of healed from her childhood)

A/n:God, just writing all of the trigger warnings made me so fucking angry, lacey deserves only the best in this world, sorry it took so long to finally make a post about her and PLEASE keep requesting stuff for her I want to make her feel the love she needs and deserves

Lacey felt like she was trapped. All of the abuse she suffered was just the norm for her, and she knew that despite how desperately she tried, she could never get out. Despite how desperately she wanted to go get ice cream and go shopping and maybe find a partner, she could never, she was trapped here and she couldn't do anything about it.

That was until you came in her life.

You helped her get away from that hell. You gave her the strength to do what she wanted to do for her entire life, and you supported her the whole way through. She genuinely could never thank you enough for what you did for her.

But no matter how much you helped her heal the scars still remained.

She had woken up sweating and panting from another nightmare, she grabbed her cheek and started crying silently, she didn't want to wake you up. Even if you had always told her that she could come to you for whatever reason and especially to talk, she still felt hesitant to do so, she had already told you everything and she thought that she was bothering you by continuing to tell you about her trauma. Just like she was bothering everyone else by living

She continued sobbing until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and a familiar warmth encompassing her, she didn't flinch as she immediately knew it was you

"Y-y/n!"

"Is everything OK lacey? Were you crying?"

"N-no it's fine"

You sighed and continued hugging her

"Lacey, you know you can tell me everything, I won't force you if you don't want to, but I know you're not ok"

Lacey laid down and hugged you back, facing you and closing her eyes

"........i-it was a nightmare"

".....about your childhood?"

"Y-yeah"

You saw her shiver and got worried

"D-do you mind if I hug you a bit tighter, you look scared'

She simply nodded as you tightened you grip, making sure it was not too tight and still comfortable

"Like I said before, it's fine if you don't wanna talk about it, I know how traumatic it was, but just know I won't let anything happen to you"

Lacey opened her eyes and stared into yours, her own grip tightening

"I love you, and you're perfect. You're beautiful, hardworking, kind, and gentle, I could keep going on forever. It's genuinely incredible how you didn't let your past influence who you are now. A lot of people would be so envious of you for that"

"I-i think a lot of that is because of you.....y-you helped me grow and move past all that-"

"Maybe, but I wouldn't have been able to do that if you weren't this strong, you have no idea how many people would have been powerless to do anything in your situation even with someone like me, you have such a strong will, I am so proud of you....for everything"

The blue haired girl felt a small smile creep up on her face, seeing that you smiled slightly too and touched her cheeks, before quickly pulling back

"O-oh I'm sorry"

"N-no it's fine I don't mind. Your touch....is nice. It makes me feel safe"

Your smile widened as you guided your hand back to her cheek

"Do you mind if I kiss you?"

"......no I don't mind at all, please do it"

You started kissing her face very gently, leaving very soft kisses all over her. She started smiling even brighter and blushed slightly

"You're wonderful lacey, you deserve only the best"

"T-thank you"

"You don't need to thank me, I'm just telling the truth"

"......still, it means a lot"

"And that's why I'm telling you that, cause I want you to know how much you mean to me"

She muttered another thank you and kissed your cheek this time before closing her eyes.

She still felt your lips on her skin and your sweet words in her ears, and they helped her so much. With you, she felt like all of her past, all of the abuse, her uncle, all the other horrible people, it all felt like a distant memory or a bad dream like the one she just had.

All of the crushing expectations people put on her, all of the terrible abuse she went through, all of the times she thought of just ending it all. They were all gone because of you, the ray of sunshine in that permanent thunderstorm that her life used to be.

Sure, she still had nightmares, but she was glad for exactly that, that they were just nightmare now thanks to you.

So she fell asleep rocked by your words and touches, glad that now she was going to have beautiful dreams of your life together.

[damthosefandoms]

Hard as a rock and about as human.

(ao3 link) (wip post)

Summary:

Soda & Darry want to know where their brother is.

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The clock is ticking in the kitchen. Ponyboy is out past curfew. With Dally. The door creaks open, and Darry stands up so fast he nearly falls over. Sodapop walks in, and if he wasn’t freaking out so badly about Pony, maybe Darry would’ve caught the look on his brother’s face.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“Just me?” Soda says. His eyes are red and puffy. He’s been crying again. “Why’re you makin’ that face?”

“Pony ain’t back yet,” Darry mutters. “Close the door, you’ll let in bugs.”

Soda does, slowly. He walks over, kinda keeping his head down. Looking anywhere but at Darry.

“Normally I’d be worried too, but actually that kind of works out, ‘cause I have to tell you something I don’t want him to know about yet. I mean…”

He kicks at the throw rug with his foot. “I told him a little last night, but he prolly thinks I was just daydreamin’ and that’s for the best.”

Darry watches him carefully. Oh, so now he’s paying attention. 

“What’s goin’ on? You went out with Steve and the girls tonight, didn’t you? Did something happen?”

“I asked Sandy to marry me tonight.”

Darry laughs, a quick, sharp thing. It stings. He doesn’t get it. Ponyboy didn’t either, but he’s fourteen, only been fourteen for a month. He didn’t need to yet.

“You’re dreamin’ Sodapop. You might’ve dropped outta school this year, but you two are way too young for—”

“She’s pregnant.”

They stare at each other for a solid minute, the only sound the clock ticking in the background and the crickets outside. Just the two of them standing there processing the information.

Darry starts to raise a hand, to hold up a finger in a “wait a minute” kind of gesture, and he moves his mouth like he’s going to say something, but nothing comes out. Soda’s heart hurts in his chest and he tries not to start bawling right there in front of his big brother.

“Well, it don’t matter, anyway. Sandy doesn’t know if it’s mine or not. And if it is it still don’t matter ‘cause her folks are livid. They’re makin’ her move to Florida to live with her grandmother or somethin’, and she dumped me so I’ll never get to see her again, or the baby at all, and she’s leavin’ tomorrow afternoon, and if you could not lose your mind at me I’d really ‘preciate it ‘cause I feel like worse than garbage already.”

He really fights not to let the tears spill over, and granted he does a good job of not breaking down, but some do fall. Darry looks like he will blow any second now, but he just breathes in, breathes out, closes his eyes, and says in a very calculated and careful voice:

“Ponyboy went out with Dally tonight and he is not back yet. We will talk about this later when I know he is not dead.”

They do not get a chance to talk about it later, and they do not find out for a week if their baby brother is or isn’t dead.

---

“Don’t, Dare. The last thing he wants right now is you chasing after him.”

“He got jumped yesterday! He got jumped yesterday and you’re just gonna let him go out there alone?”

“He probably just went back to find Johnny. He’s probably just out in the lot. Look, it’s not like you never slept out there, and don’t give me that look because I know you’ve done so much worse.”

“He wasn’t wearing a coat. He’ll freeze to death, Soda.”

“Okay, okay, fine. I’m going to look for him. You stay here in case he calls.”

Soda goes to grab his coat, and grabs an extra one for Ponyboy. He heads out to the empty lot first; it’s right across the street from their house. There’s an old backstop and the remnants of a baseball diamond, and Soda can just picture Two-Bit and Steve bitching at each other about whose fault it is Steve hit their last baseball over the fence into the junkyard. 

“Johnny was supposed to catch it!” 

“You hit a fly ball to a kid who’s never even dreamed of playing little league, what do you MEAN he was supposed to catch it?”

“The hell are you talkin’ about? None of us can afford little league!”

All he finds are the smoldering embers of a long-since-abandoned fire, but no sign of his brother or Johnny and that starts to worry him. He heads up the street to Johnny’s house, and can hear Mr. and Mrs. Cade screaming at each other. It’s no wonder they went to the lot instead. No way his boys are in there, so he pulls his jacket on tighter and keeps walking.

Two-Bit’s not home yet, but his mother answers the door and after chiding him for waking up her daughter this late by ringing the doorbell, she tells Soda she hasn’t seen the boys.

“I’m sorry, hun. I’ll let you know if I hear anything in the morning, alright?”

She won’t. She’s got three jobs, the only person he knows that tops Darry’s record for working their ass off to support a family. She’ll forget to call. He can’t blame her though; most parents on this side of town aren’t willing to help in the slightest.

He walks another block down and checks Steve’s bedroom window, just in case the boys went in. He and Two-Bit usually leave their windows unlocked just in case Dally or Johnny need a place to stay the night, just like how Darry leaves the door unlocked for anyone who needs it. They’re not there, and neither is Steve, but Soda knew that he wouldn’t. He went home earlier in the night with Evie and probably slept over there. 

Sodapop checks his watch. If it’s working right (and there’s a good chance it’s not), then it’s almost three in the morning now, he’s dead tired, and he’s starting to freak out. He thinks Dally taught Johnny how to pick locks once; he heads towards the DX. Maybe they snuck into the store for food or something. Neither of them know how to drive; they can’t have gotten that far. And god, it’s not only his little brother missing now. It’s the other kid they all made an unspoken promise to protect. 

Real shit job he’s doing of that, he thinks, as a late-night freight train blares its horn in the distance. Soda can’t help but shudder at the sound.

He finds Tim Shepard parked there at the gas station, sitting on the hood of his car with the puffy beginnings of a black eye and poking at his bloody nose with a paper towel. Soda asks if he’s seen his brother around.

“Ponyboy or Darrel?”

“Pony.”

“Yeah, I saw him earlier at the drive-in. He was with Two-Bit and that Johnny kid, an’ a couple of soc girls. Can’t imagine that went well.”

“Whaddya mean? I thought they went there with Dally.”

“Didn’t ya hear me? Soc girls. That spells trouble.”

Sodapop rolls his eyes. Girls are girls. Unless they’re Sandy…

He tries not to think about how his own night had just gone.

“It isn’t yours. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care, I’ll marry you anyway. I love you, Sandy.”

“I’m leaving, Sodapop, and there isn’t a thing you or I or anyone can do about it, do you hear me?” 

“Do you know where they are now or not?”

“Nah. But I can tell you they ain’t with Dallas. Jackass slashed my tires tonight ‘cause they all told him to screw off or somethin’. I got ‘im back, though. Pretty sure I busted his ribs. You need anythin’ else, Sodapop, or can I go back to licking my wounds?”

Soda thanks Tim for nothing and heads for the nearest payphone, to call Darry for a ride.

Darry picks him up ten minutes later and they drive around for a bit, eventually finding Two-Bit wandering around in the dark, drunk as a skunk. From what they can get out of him, he dropped the boys off by Johnny’s house around midnight, and he figured they were going home. Everything else that comes out of his mouth is slurred gibberish, so they give him a ride back to his house and watch to make sure he gets inside alright.

The only person they can’t seem to track down is Dally.

He shows up at their house late the next afternoon, walking right in without a care in the world, rubbing his wrists. They’re a little cut up.

“Hey Darry, where’s the first aid kit? Damn cuffs always leave a mark on me.”

“That’s ‘cause you make ‘em, Dal,” Darry says, but he goes to find it, anyway. “You’re not supposed to struggle in ‘em. Kind of the whole point. Why’d the cops take you in?”

“Yeah, Dal, you do anythin’ last night ‘sides piss off Tim Shepard and lose our little brother?” Soda calls from the kitchen, where he’s been sitting with Steve and Two-Bit. 

“You took him and Johnny out. Now we find out Two-Bit walked them and some soc girls home and nearly got jumped in the process.” 

Darry comes back out with the first aid kit. He pulls Dally into the kitchen and drags him right to the sink so he can clean his wrists up. He’s Soda and Pony’s big brother first, but these days, he’s everyone else’s big brother second.

Dally looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow at Soda. He doesn’t exactly answer the question. “They dragged me in for questioning, man. You guys… you ain’t seen the news yet?”

“Why?” Darry asks. “What’s—”

But Steve’s reaching over and pulling the folded-up newspaper out of Dally’s back pocket, and he opens it up, scanning the page a little. Soda can’t see the front from this angle, but Steve’s eyes go wide and he reads aloud,

“Johnny Cade and Ponyboy Curtis are wanted for questioning regarding the murder of Robert Shel—”

“MURDER?!?”

As he yells, Darry accidentally squeezes Dally’s wrist so hard the scrapes from the handcuffs start to bleed again.

“You got my kid brother wrapped up in a murder?!?” 

“I didn’t do shit!” Dally shouts, yanking his hand away. He gives Darry a look, and grabs a towel for his arm. Darry just stares down at the sink, but he’s clearly still listening.

His hands are shaking. Soda rips the paper from his best friend’s hands and stares at the pictures on the front—the one of Johnny is blurry and Soda has no idea where it came from. Pony’s picture is the same as the one taped up on their fridge—it’s from school picture day last fall, before their parents died, the last time they could afford to have that done.

“I just got brought in for questioning! I had no clue what was goin’ on ‘til this morning! I spent the night at Buck Merrill’s after I got into that scrap with Tim,” Dally says, and then he winces in pain. 

“You know, you oughta watch your strength there, Darrel. You could really hurt somebody without meanin’ to.”

That catches Soda’s attention. 

“What do you know, Dallas?” he asks.

“Whaddya mean, what do I know? I just told ya what I know.”

Except Soda and Darry aren’t humoring him anymore. They’re tired, they’re scared, and they’ve had enough of this shit.

“Where’s our brother?” Darry says in an eerily calm tone, and suddenly everybody in the room remembers Dally isn’t the only really scary one in the gang. “What the hell do you know about where Ponyboy was last night?”

Dally can take it, though. He didn’t spent three years on the streets of New York for nothing. He sneers at Darry.

“Your kid brother an’ Johnny Cade were out at the park when a buncha socs showed up drunk an’ it started to get messy. You wanna tell me why the hell Ponyboy was out that late when you’re s’posed to have him on a tight leash?”

“I don’t think that’s important anymore,” Darry lies.

“I sure as hell do.” 

Dally takes a step forward. Darry balls his fists.

“Darrel, c’mon,” Soda pleads. Don’t let them fight here, not now. “Please. You tell him what you did or I will. It’s not like we can take it back anyway.”

Darry blinks, and he looks around the room at all of his friends and his little brother, and Soda’s right. He ducks his head low. All the fight drains out of him.

“I… I hit him. I didn’t mean it.”

“You hit him.”

Darry nods. Soda can’t look at him. 

“You hit him. You didn’t mean it. You—” Dally barks out a laugh. 

“You think you’re so high and mighty, Darrel Curtis, but you’re just shit grease just like everyone else, just like Johnny’s parents. No wonder those boys chose to run rather than face the fact that Johnny killed a guy tryna save Pony’s life.”

Two-Bit’s the one to say it. 

“Johnny did what?”

It’s suddenly all real. It takes a couple minutes to sink in. And then Soda stands up and goes to grab his coat and the car keys, and Steve asks where he’s going.

“I’m going after them. Dare?”

His brother doesn’t hesitate. 

“Right behind you.” 

Darry lets the door slam shut behind them.

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After hours of driving and phone calls and finding absolutely nothing, it’s well past midnight and Darry pulls the car over, puts his head down on the wheel, and tries not to scream. Sodapop glances over at him and sighs.

“You okay?”

“What the hell do you think?” Darry snaps, but he apologizes immediately. Soda forgives him. Forty-eight hours of not knowing what happened to your baby brother tends to wear on you.

“I can’t stop thinking. I know Ponyboy’s got a damn good heart. And there’s something… if we could just keep him on the right track he could go far, get out of the East Side. But no matter what I do, he just fights back and pushes me away. It feels like I've run this whole family right into the ground. Maybe… maybe you’d both be better off without me.” 

“Dare—”

“I don’t know what else to do, Soda! I lost our brother. I hit him! I’m no better than Johnny’s old man. I’m not cut out for this shit, and it’s harder now than ever. The cops are looking for him. If we find him, or if he comes back now, they’ll come for him. Even if he gets off easy, they’ll take him away from us. They’ll take you, too, Soda. And I don’t want to be… Pepsi, I can’t do this. I oughta just throw in the towel.”

“Don’t talk like that. There ain’t no way of knowin’ what’s gonna happen. You think I can’t see everything you’re doin’? Making dinner, paying overdue bills we can’t afford just to keep the lights on… I don’t know what we’d do if you weren’t around. Look, I need you, Darrel. And anyone could see that Pony does too. You’re our brother. You’re our damn lifeline.”

Darry tries to shake him off, but Soda persists, refusing to back down from his older brother. 

“I already lost Sandy this week, and now Ponyboy, and I can’t lose my big brother too. I know you love him, no matter what he thinks. We’ve just gotta get him home and show him that. We can deal with the rest when it comes.”

 “What if it—”

“You know what Mama would say right now?”

“What?”

“That you’ve got a horrible case of the what-ifs.”

That makes Darry smile, even just a little. He buries his face into Soda’s shoulder and they both do their best not to cry.

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2004

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“Micky, Micky!”

Michael watched as the 2 kids smiled at the camera, both struggling to hoist their trophies up for the trophy. He saw the trophy tilt and tried to cry out, however it was too late.

Y/N could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as his head hurt. He’d heard his friend Max’s dad say that men don’t cry, and unless he was dying, there was no reason to cry. But he was 5 and the impact that the metal trophy had made with his head had really hurt.

But before the tears could fall out, Mick had already placed both his and Y/N’s trophies on the ground and was giving his best friend the biggest hug, and trying to stop him crying.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay You’re okay. This only hurt because it scared you. It doesn’t hurt as badly as the karting crash from last month, you’re okay, aren’t you.”

Y/N wiped his tears and nodded, trying to smile as he gasped to get his tears under control. Mick gave him the biggest hug ever as he stopped crying and picked up his trophy again.

Michael watched as the photos began again and the 2 kids smiled. Those 2 were going to do great things some day, he knew it.

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2009

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Michael didn’t think that Y/N would be happy when he got out of the kart. Mick and him had been fighting the entire race, miles ahead of anyone else and it had looked like Y/N would win it.

Until Mick went for a daring dive down the inside of Y/N’s kart, resulting in a spin for Y/N. He’d gotten back, gotten up to close to Mick again, but that spin had been costly, as Mick crossed the line and Y/N crossed it in second.

Michael didn’t even try to look for Y/N’s parents. They either would’ve gone home, expecting Michael to bring him home, or they’d be waiting in the pits for an opportunity to berate their son.

If they had done the former, Michael reckoned he would simply decide to let Y/N stay over for a sleepover tonight. He needed it.

As Michael wandered down to the pits where the drivers were finishing and parking up, he tried to blend in. It was easier than it used to be, back when he was racing he’d spend a while after every race taking photos with a couple of kids, talking to them, trying to convince them not to give up on their dreams even when it’s impossible. But now, ducking through, he was almost invisible.

And as he approached the two 10 year old boys, all he saw was jubilation. The 2 kids were happy, celebrating each other.

‘Papa! Papa! Did you see that, I won!’

“He did very well, even though I’m not exactly happy about that dive down the inside.”

Nothing about Y/N’s face indicated that he was unhappy, except for the darted around eyes that signalled he was looking for his parents.

They weren’t here. Clearly. Michael pulled Y/N into a hug. “C’mon, let’s get you 2 on the podium, and then we can head home. You wanna stay at home tonight?”

Michael didn’t even realise he had referred to his own home as Y/N’s home, as he saw his face light up.

“Home sounds good,” smiled Y/N, as he darted off to follow Mick to the podium.

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2019

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“Mick. I get that we were friends, back in karting, but life happens. Stuff happens. We’re both gunning for the championship and the f1 seat.”

“That doesn’t mean that anything has to change between the 2 of us, Y/N. We never let that stuff get between us usually. We were fighting for seats our entire childhood, and it never got between us then.”

“Yeah, well, this is the big leagues, Schumacher, sink or swim. I would wish you good luck out there, but I think I need it more.”

Y/N smiled at Mick, but it wasn’t a nice smile. It was a planned smile, like he knew what he was doing the whole time. Then he turned and left the driver room, heading towards the garage.

Mick tried to stop his eyes welling up with tears. First of all, Y/N was his friend. He didn’t know where this competitive spirit had come from. Well, Y/N had always been competitive, but not an asshole. And right now, he was being an asshole.

And Y/N knew of all people how much he hated his last name. How he hated when people referred to him as Schumacher, how he wanted to be seen as his own person, not his father’s son. And yet Y/N had called him Schumacher.

“Fucking asshole” was all Mick thought to himself as he prepared for the race.

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2020

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Y/N looked like he was going to throw something. Or murder someone. Or crash his car into a barrier. He looked positively fuming as Prema surrounded Mick, congratulating him on his driver championship and celebrating the team’s championship.

But Y/N, the person who’d been with him since karting, since they’d both been born. That was who he wanted to see and talk to. He bounded towards where the other prema driver was getting weighed.

“Y/N! Y/N, we got the championship!”

Y/N didn’t respond, just simply nodded, before listening to whatever the official was saying and wandering away from Mick.

As if he didn’t exist.

“Y/N” he called again, seeing him take out his headphones, maybe he hadn’t heard Mick’s calls. He could hear his family and team calling out, ready to celebrate. But he wanted to celebrate with Y/N.

Mick called out again “Y/N.”

“The fuck you want Schumacher?”

“I… wanted to celebrate the win with you. We won the teams championships. We should be celebrate.”

“Yeah, congrats. Congrats on your seat for next year as well.”

“I- oh, c’mon Y/N, you’ll get a seat. I bet Christian Horner’s just seeing how long you can hold out before he gives you the Alpha Tauri seat.”

“Yeah, well. Currently you have a contract and I don’t, so excuse me if I’m a little salty.”

“Y/L/N.”

Mick saw the way his jaw tightened, as he heard his father’s voice.

“I have to go, now Mick. Enjoy your win, and congratulations.”

Mick watched him walk off, towards his father. He saw the way he curled in on himself, as his father slung his arm around his shoulders.

Days later, when Y/N’s seat at Alpha Tauri was confirmed, Mick messaged him congratulations.

Y/N didn’t message back.

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2022

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“When did you start hating me Y/N?”

Mick was pissed. Y/N had nearly taken him out early in the race. He hadn’t spoken to him in years, since the end of 2020, over a year ago. He missed his childhood friend, and the fans had too.

Finding childhood photos of the 2 of them, often with Michael, had brought up more painful memories than he would like to admit.

Y/N was hyper aware of the cameras following them through the paddock, and so continued walking until he could pull Mick into a quiet corner where the cameras couldn’t reach them.

Inevitably, Y/N thought as he pulled Mick into the side of a motorhome, this will end up on the next season of drive to survive, but god do I care, no.

“I never hated you Mick. I tried to make myself hate you, but I couldn’t. You could hate me, and I would still love you.” 

Y/N tried to retract the ‘l’ word as soon as it came out of his mouth, covering his mouth and praying that Mick didn’t hear him correctly. Yeah they’d said ‘i love you’ to each other as kids, but that was when they were young, and kids and they didn’t understand the word, or the world that they lived in, or themselves fully. It was just another silly childhood promise.

Besides, while Y/N understood himself as queer, there were never any queer drivers, and he was probably about 95% sure that Mick was straight. He’d been spotted with girls through the junior formulas and he’d even been introduced to a couple of the girls. They were all lovely, but they never seemed to last a long time.

Mick's eyes widened as he heard the love word come out of Y/N’s mouth. Honestly, he was confused as to how he never saw the signs of Y/N’s queerness. The fact that there was 1 girl in karting, when he was 14, and then she never showed up again. The way his eyes had always lingered just long enough that it was unusual, but not long enough to cause any real suspicion. The way he’d gone on a few dates here and there, but always been super hush hush about the whole thing, not mentioning it until after it had happened. The way those dates had always had they/them pronouns, or they hadn’t been named.

“Y/N…you love me?” Fuck, Y/N had really fucked this up.

“No,” Mick’s heart dropped “No, I, fuck fine. It’s not like I’m ruining any friendship. Yes. Yes. I love you. And I have since, well not the day I met you. Maybe when we first got into single seaters… fuck i don’t know, but yeah i love you.” Y/N took Mick’s silence badly and just decided to walk out towards his driver’s room.

Mick didn’t follow him.

---

2025

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Y/N couldn’t even be pissed as he crossed the line second behind Mick. The Ferrari just seemed happy, even from 5 seconds behind.

“AND MICK SCHUMACHER CROSSES THE LINE FIRST TO WIN THE GERMAN GRAND PRIX AND CLAIM HIS FIRST EVER WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, and there’s his father on the screen looking every part like the proud dad that I’d imagine he is right now.”

“That’s right Crofty, it may not be the 7 world championships that Schumacher Sr achieved, but still this championship must mean so much to him.”

Mick pulled in to the pitlane, behind the number 1 stand, and he just sat in the scarlet Ferrari crying.

He had done it.

He had won a world championship.

Y/N pulled up beside him in the dark blue red bull, smile evident even after losing the championship.

He watched as he pulled off his helmet, watching as Mick embraced his family, his mum, his dad, his sister, his niece. He stood to the side high fiving his team, and thanking them for a great year. Next year would be their year.

And he didn’t exactly try and stop Mick as the German ran towards him, helmet off, and pulled him into a kiss.

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The worst ending 9 : Drowning in Obsession

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Yandere!Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

A/N : Heyyyyyy I'll say that I finished Floyd draft faster than I expected, while Jade draft was much slower.

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Warnings : This story contains dark and mature themes , including possessive behavior , emotional manipulation , and graphic depictions of violence and death.

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English is not my first language.

It wasn’t the beach or some picturesque lagoon that served as your first meeting with him. It was your living room—a modest, cozy space adorned with bookshelves, plush cushions, and the faint aroma of coffee.

The boy sitting on the rug looked completely out of place. His pale hair and translucent blue eyes gave him an otherworldly aura, and he sat stiffly, as if he wasn’t sure how to behave in this unfamiliar environment.

“ You don’t have a name Right? ” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, his small hands clutching the hem of his shirt. His movements were nervous, uncertain.

“ Well, that won’t do. ” you said, leaning forward with a teasing smile. “ How about Azul? ”

His head shot up, his wide eyes meeting yours.

“ Yeah. ” you said, settling back against the couch. “ It’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think? ”

The boy seemed to mull it over, his brows furrowing in thought. Then, slowly, a small smile crept onto his lips.

You nodded, satisfied. “ Azul, Welcome home. ”

For the first time, his posture relaxed, and he gave a shy nod.

As the years passed, Azul grew into a sharp, intelligent young man. His once timid demeanor had been replaced by a quiet confidence, though his insecurities lingered beneath the surface.

One day, as he stood in the living room adjusting his tie in the mirror, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

“ What? ” he asked, turning to you with a frown.

“ Why are you dressed so badly? ” you teased, crossing your arms.

Azul’s jaw dropped, and he huffed indignantly. “ Then why are you so old? ”

You gasped, clutching your chest in mock offense. “ Excuse me!? I am in my prime, thank you very much! ”

He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “ It’s not my fault you don’t age as gracefully as I do. ”

You narrowed your eyes, switching to your first language to mutter a string of judgments about his questionable fashion sense.

Azul blinked, clearly not understanding, but his smug grin faltered. “ What did you just say? ”

“ Nothing you need to worry about. ” you replied sweetly, patting his shoulder.

For a moment, his expression softened, and his tailcoat fluttered as he turned away. “ Hmph. You’re lucky I tolerate you. ”

“ And you’re lucky I haven’t thrown you out for looking like a rejected magician. ” you shot back.

His chuckle was warm, but his grip on his lapel tightened ever so slightly.

Despite your playful banter, you couldn’t ignore the way Azul’s behavior had shifted over time. His once gentle demeanor had grown more possessive, his requests more demanding.

“ I don’t like when you talk to them. ” he said one evening, his voice calm but firm.

“ Them? ” you asked, glancing up from your book.

“ The people you work with. They don’t deserve your attention. ” he clarified, his gaze piercing.

You sighed, closing your book. “ Azul, they’re just colleagues. It’s not a big deal. ”

“ It is to me. ” he insisted, his hands curling into fists.

“ Azul, you can’t control who I talk to. ” you said gently but firmly.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might argue. But then he nodded, his expression unreadable. “ Of course. I just...worry about yo.”

You reached out to ruffle his hair, trying to lighten the mood. “ You’re sweet, Azul. But you need to trust me. ”

He gave a small, forced smile, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions.

The night everything changed started innocently enough. You had been cleaning up after dinner when Azul approached you, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.

“ Can I ask you for something? ” he began, his voice trembling.

“ Of course. ” you said, setting the dishes aside. “ What’s on your mind? ”

He hesitated, his eyes darting to the floor. “ I want you to promise me that you won’t leave me. ”

You frowned, confused. “ Azul, I’m not going anywhere— ”

“ Promise me. ” he insisted, his voice rising.

“ Azul, calm down. ” you said, taken aback by his sudden intensity.

But he didn’t calm down. Instead, his hands flew to his face, and tears began streaming down his cheeks. His cries were loud, raw, and heart-wrenching, the kind of sobs that made your chest tighten.

“ Azul, what’s wrong...? ” you asked, reaching out to him.

He flinched away, his tears only intensifying. “ You’re lying! You’ll leave me! ”

“ N-No, I won’t! ” you said, trying to soothe him. “ Azul, I care about you. I’m not going anywhere.. ”

But your words only seemed to make things worse.

Before you could react, Azul grabbed your wrist with a strength that belied his slender frame.

“ Azul, let go! ” you cried, panic setting in as he dragged you toward the bathroom.

“ I can’t lose you. ” he muttered, his voice choked with emotion. “ If you won’t promise, then I have to make sure. ”

“ Azul, stop this! You’re scaring me! ”

But he didn’t stop. He shoved open the bathroom door and turned on the faucet, filling the tub with cold, rushing water.

“ Azul, please.... ” you begged, tears streaming down your face. “ You don’t have to do this! ”

His own tears fell freely as he grabbed your shoulders, his grip like iron. “ I’m sorry ” he whispered. “ But I can’t let you leave me. ”

With a forceful shove, he plunged your head into the water.

You thrashed, clawing at his arms, but his grip was unyielding. The water filled your lungs, and your vision blurred as your strength began to fade.

Above the surface, Azul sobbed uncontrollably, his cries echoing through the small bathroom. “ I’m sorry... I’m sorry... ”

And then, silence..

Azul sat beside the tub, his tear-streaked face pale and hollow. Your lifeless body lay in the water, your once vibrant eyes now dull.

He reached out, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. “ You’re mine now. ” he whispered, his voice trembling.

The water rippled as his fingers traced your cheek. “ No one can take you from me anymore. ”

In the quiet of the bathroom, the only sound was the faint drip of water from the faucet.

And somewhere, deep in the depths of Azul’s shattered mind, he believed he had finally won.

[ghost-proofbaby]

ghost i am missing 24 hours!eddie so bad and i’ve been drowning in my puddle of feelings while rereading the series and i wanna share a thought because otherwise i’m gonna burst 😭

why do i feel like he’s the type to go extra and DIP YOU when you do the new year’s kiss together. and just full on squeeze you and sweetly make out with you right there under all the fireworks. then when you pull away he’s just staring at you while all the colors of the fireworks are reflected in your eyes. then when he pulls you up to stand fully he kisses you again and picks you up and just spins you around and anD AND—

i’m sorry I AM YEARNING SO VERY BADLY

HE WOULDDDDD.

NO BECAUSE HEAR ME OUT. the entire night is spent with him enjoying the party less and less, as he schemes more and more on how to get the two of you alone when the clock strikes twelve. everyone is a pain in his ass, truly, foiling all and any plans he does come up with. he loves argyle and jonathan, but if they ask him to go out on the porch with them one more time when he's only got about 30 minutes to spare, he's going to lose it.

he's not going to be high off his ass during your new year's kiss. he's just not.

robin also ends up on his shit list, and steve never really left it, when they keep distracting you as well. he gets it. he really does. your time is gold in these parts, everyone wants it, everyone's fighting for it. but does robin really need to update you on steve's birdhouse he built a few weeks ago? does she really need to show you the photos of the hummingbirds that started frequenting it right fucking now?

when the clock strikes twelve, he's not just dipping you. not just kissing you like his life depends on it. oh no. he's storming across that room, right over to you, and he doesn't care who's talking your ear off - nancy, steve, argyle? they don't even exist to him. the only thing on his mind is tasting the champagne on your lips and taking your breath away the way you did the moment you'd stepped out in that dress tonight, all dolled up for tonight's party.

and the kisses are really passionate, yes. hard and fast and desperate, trying to communicate a secret language he prays you understand. but something melts about a minute into the new year, and suddenly, he's just... smiling into it. melting into you, letting his joints get all mushy against yours as he breathes out a laugh in disbelief at his luck. last year, he had started the year off a complete and utter asshole, moping in the corner, scowling at nancy and jonathan's kiss. this year? he doesn't even know if anyone else in the room had been lucky enough to grab a kiss.

he starts off the year the exact way he intends to end the year, the rest of years for the rest of his life - you in his arms, your fingers in his hair, all the air he breathes in just being yours.

yeah. yeah i'm yearning too nonnie. im yearning real bad.

[cloudyskydreams]

Yandere types UT,UF,US,HT

So!!! I asked and y'all have delivered!! I got like 4 yandere asks already and they are all very good. I figured I should probably do this one first as it'll give me a better idea how to write the others ::3.

These are just small rambles and their yandere types, surprisingly Stretch was the hardest for me here.

Anyways hope you enjoy!!

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Undertale:

Sans: Manipulative ,possesive , stalker.

This man is a PRO gaslighter. He wasn't there and he has no idea what you're talking about and a matter of fact you weren't there either?? Bro can lie his way out of any situation and sometimes he feeds you lies just for the heck of it to keep you out of the loop and further trapped in his web. He doesn't think it's weird he likes to watch you, he's just making sure you're staying good and safe. Uses his teleportation ability to his advantage for sure and enjoys creeping you out sometimes by making noise in your house and teleporting outside a window to watch your reaction (he thinks it's cute).

Papyrus: Delusional, Obsessive, Overprotective.

He's really good at lying to himself and telling himself what he wants to hear. You should also get really good at this because it'll make things easier for you in the end. He just loves you so much and is so happy to be around you when he can be. Gushes about you so much his brother and friends all think you two are in a relationship of some sorts (atleast friendship) when y'all are still just strangers basically. Once you get closer Papyrus loves having you depend on him it gets to the point where he starts to sabotage things in your life so he can run in and "save" the situation as a hero.

Underfell:

Red: Obsessive/Possessive, Clingy,

Manipulative. Red's never thought he was worth it or that anyone would ever love him and that doesn't change as a yandere. He knows how disgusting and vile he and his affections are and so he hides them with manipulative sweet lies and gentle affection. He's constantly all over you when he gets the chance finding ways to sneak touches as acquaintances and gets bolder with his touches as your relationship progresses. Desperate for positive attention from you fuck he'd even take negative attention like getting hit or degraded anything as long as your focusing on him. In his eyes he belongs to you, he is yours and you have no choice but to be his.

Edge: Possessive, Controlling, Stalker.

This man is a schedule freak and he has your schedule memorized a day or two after knowing you with some good ole stalking. Plans everything out to a t from how you meet to the point of your eventual relationship and gets frustrated when things don't go exactly as planned. He hates how there's so many outside factors that can affect the budding relationship between you two. He's definitely not stalking you by the way his schedule just conveniently starts to line up with yours and you find yourself in the same areas constantly. Oh you're taking this hobby class what a surprise edge is also taking that class.

Underswap:

Blue: Impulsive, Obsessive/possesive, Unstable.

Blues emotions greatly depend on yours at the moment. If your upset he's upset if you're happy he's happy. It's extremely hard to expect what's to come from him due to his impulsive nature and with is instability it makes quite a duo. He's not above hurting other people to get to you and occasionally if he has to hurt you to get his way he will.

Stretch:, Manipulative, Obsessive, Soft

. He's really good like Sans at lying his way out of situations but he also uses his manipulative tactics in a poor me situation alot to garner sympathy from you. The world's a cruel place and he's aware of this he just wants to keep you safe so badly. He feels guilty when he has to hold you in comfort over losing a friend/family member or feeding you poisoned food to keep you sick so he can take care of you but its easier this way... All you need is him and he knows this it's only a matter of time until you get it too.

Horrortale:

Axe: Sadistic, Clingy, Possesive/Obsessive.

What a nice combo. Axe falls and falls hard when he finds the object of his obsession. They just stick out to him and he thinks about them for a long time even after they're gone and that's when he realizes.... he didn't forget them. He takes that as a sign it's ment to be and basically kidnaps them from the start after stalking them to know their schedule and the perfect time to take them. Leans heavy on Stockholm syndrome and isn't above hurting his darling as punishment and training. After being a sadistic fuck he'll love bomb you with cuddles and affection divulging into his clingy side.

Willow: Overprotective, obsessive, Harmless

Willow is very much like papyrus in the sense of he sets up situations to be your hero. He also gets really jealous of other people and friends and will try to slowly get you to disconnect with them and rely more and more solely on him. He won't hurt you or anyone else he just doesn't have it in him. Doesn't mean he won't ask his brother to do something for him if something needs to be done though. He's one to have a shrine/collection of your items he's collected over the time of knowing you.

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Not to sure how I feel about these but atleast they're done and now I can work on some asks with personalities already in mind! Thanks so much for everyone who replied to my request so fast!

[matchadobo]

👋 for the 3rd dialogue of hurt to comfort, can you write it like when y/n is insecure about themself and they don't feel comfortable enough to sleep 🔞 with Kid (IYKYK 😉). i really like how you write hurt to comfort 💙 thank you, cha!

wc: 1793

dialogue: "show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."

warning/s: semi-nsfw (bc there's no p in v)🔞, lotsa foreplay, established bf/gf, virgin reader, fem reader, soft but k1nky kidd ;)

you and kidd have been together for a while now but you still hadn't open up the sex talk with him. but that's because of two things: you're a virgin and you're insecure about it. he had never really pressured you into doing it. if anything, he's been nothing but so respectful about it.

but when make outs get too heated and you two badly needed to destress that one time, it all boiled down to you on the verge of having a panic attack.

"hey, it's alright." despite his usually coarse approach, his tone was gentle as he held your face in his hands. "i kinda went too far. my bad, bonnie. we can stop 'ere, yeah?" he ruffled your hair to apologize.

moments ago, he subconsciously clipped your bra off and then your breasts came loose. you then consequently squealed and pulled away.

"n-no, you shouldn't have to." you said through shaky breaths, disheveled locks, and swollen lips. "i'm sorry, kidd. you probably think you're the unluckiest man in the world with a girlfriend like this." you covered your face, fighting off your tears as you tried getting off his lap. but he fixed you in place and yanked your hands off your face so he could look at you properly.

"hey. oi look at me." kidd started. "piss off with that crap. we talked about this. we're fuckin' if you wanna. and you know, i like it this way. somethin' new, right? 's like a challenge and i'm no loser." he poked your chin playfully. you know he was just trying to lighten up the mood but you already feel so bad depriving him of this.

"no but, what about you? you're... hard." you two looked over his boner. you were sat on his lap so you could see it very well.

"what do you wanna do then?" kidd's tone was mischevious and you already knew why. you were silent. kidd held up his laugh but gave up immediately. "...i'm just kiddin'. we can do somethin-"

"no!"

"now you're just confusin' the hell out of me."

"i'm insecure about how i look. i-i think i won't look good when i'm all... naked before you. i just don't think i'd make you feel good because you won't like how my body will looks." you looked away, trying to find the right words because you felt really small and embarrassed talking about this.

kidd blankly stared at you before bursting into laughter. he couldn't breathe really, it's all so fucking crazy to him all he could do was laugh.

"is that all?" he asks, holding your hand after and placing it above his boner. "cuz this is what you do to me, bonnie. if you would just know how i think about you, how i fuckin' fantasize each night about you, it's criminal." he watched how shaky your eyes got, not taking his eyes off of you as he palmed himself with your hand simultaneous with his words.

"k-kidd i..."

"and i've been waitin', for a damn long time for you to say it. to say you want it. you want to do it with me." he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his firm grip remained in yours as he continued with his filthy act using your hand.

"everytime i look at you with your cute little skirts, when you wear clothes around me that show a little too much skin, or when you become a little too needy during kisses." he started giving you kisses up to your neck, precarious on where your quickening pulse resides.

"hell even when you wear these ragged shirts, i lust over you." kidd pulled away and chuckled to himself, he soon met your eyes with a dark haze on them. "and you're worried about shit like that? insecure about what? i don't fuckin' get it. did you forget why i had a crush on you?"

you blinked at him, cheeks so hot you had to fan yourself. "i-i don't know i gained some weight lately, w-would you still like that?" you kept your head down, fumbling with the hem of your shirt. "i don't love it, okay? you might be getting annoyed but the truth is, i'm really scared of how you'll react. i don't want to disappoint you."

kidd sighed. running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. he's not annoyed at you or anything. he's frustrated that you still feel like this even if he sees you as a fucking goddess. he doesn't wanna force you onto it, he wants to do it with you on your own volition. he's fine taking care of it, he's got a pretty wild imagination.

but it doesn't sit right with kidd that you feel like shit when he can do something perfectly well about it. it just rides on you if you'll push through.

"show it to me." kidd blurted out, leaning back with his arms. "show me all the parts of you that you don't love, so i know where to begin."

you were a bit confused but your heart wasn't. it's as if kidd always knows what to say to make you feel this way.

"hm? cmon, i don't like waitin'." kidd raised a brow to see you still frozen. "or do you want me to do it for you?"

"e-eh? what- hey!" kidd wasted no time carrying you bridal style out of his lap and headed to the other side of his room where a wall mirror resides. he finally placed you down for you to stand up.

"just gimme a squeal if you wanna stop, otherwise i'd keep going." kidd stood behind you, reaching over to hold the hem of your shirt on both hands before raising it. when he exposed your torso you immediately pulled his arm back down.

"k-kidd?! what the fuck?!"

"i wanna do somethin' about that insecurity of yours, trust me on this. do you trust me?"

you looked at him with shaky eyes, but he just smiled at you. knowing you'd agree. so you took a deep breath and trusted him, like you always had.

kidd had always shown you the world. the amount of hesitance you had matched the daringness he had. it was perfect really, you prevent him from getting too carried away and he prevents you from missing out on having fun. so whatever he had planned right now, it would be scary for you but kidd wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you.

kidd began pulling your shirt over your head, tossing your shirt somewhere in his room afterward. you felt cold and small. his hands warmed you up as he roamed the expanse of your shoulders, sweeping off your hair to the other side so he could plant kisses on one side your neck.

"tell me when to stop." he said in assurance, sparing you one glance in the mirror before sucking on the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

his hands soon explored the surface of your stomach, playfully squeezing the flesh on it before crawling up precariously on your breasts. he gave you a look at the mirror, gauging any discomfort you may have. but you seem to be enjoying it, it's just that you were keeping it in with the way you lean onto him as you melt in his touch and the evident and embarrasing flush of your cheeks.

"do it," you were somewhat eager, as he teased his fingertips on the wire underneath your bra. both of you watching each other on the mirror. kidd grinned, pulling down your bra pads and squeezing onto your mounds.

"this? this makes you insecure? look at yourself, bonnie." he said with one hand playing with your breasts while the other had a firm grip on your hips, tinted fingernails digging on your pelvis. "you're fuckin' beautiful."

you mewled at him, looking up at him as your knees felt like jelly. but kidd wanted you to not look at him, he wants you to look at you. how you're melting as he strips you and makes you look at yourself. he held your jaw and he positioned it so you're staring at yourself in the mirror.

"mm-mm, you've been way too busy lookin' at me, princess. focus on yourself." his firm grip on the expanse of your jaw and neck had your breath constricted while his other hand was busy teasing his fingers on your clothed, sensitive cunt. "look at yourself while i make you feel fuckin' good." he barked out as if almost an order.

you squirmed, feeling overwhelmed with the fact that kidd's got you figured out in the right places. as you look at yourself, you got even more turned on with how he's handling you perfectly well even if it's your first time together.

"i-it does~ it feels so g-good, baby." you mustered out with pants, trying to hold onto both of kidd's arms but your grip was way to weak.

"aye. i want you to see yourself the way i see you. always so damn hot." kidd squeezed onto your bum, biting your earlobe as he maintained eye contact with you by the mirror.

"but let me tell you somethin' because from here on, i might lose control of myself when i take those pretty fuckin' panties off." kidd stopped palming your cunt, and instead returned to rest around your waist. he appears to have a penchant for stroking your stomach. "i already know you're soakin' in there and i know you can feel how hard i am."

you nodded. he was still on his boxers yet it kept poking your back, sliding down your bum. it made you sweat to imagine how big he really is, because you know he is. you've seen the bulge of it when he wears leather, or just his boxers, or when he gets hard. and kidd is a big man, there's no denying how much he strays further away from the average.

"...if you're asking if i want to keep going. i do, baby." you turned your head to the side to look at him, really tell him that you're serious and this is your choice. "i'm sorry this scared me so much, it's fucking ridiculous." you laughed to yourself. "but if it's my first time, i wouldn't want it any other way than to do it with you. i mean, you did all this poetic shit just for me to wake the fuck up or something. so do it, don't hold back. i didn't date a vanilla, did i?"

"aye."

you kinda regret telling him to not hold back and provoke him with that vanilla joke. he took it way too personally and you suffered the consequences.

thank you sm for the request anon! 🌷

this was actually pretty fun to write! i somehow had it right off the bat as soon as i read the request, it just took so long bc of the previous requests that piled up 😭 i think this is very canon of modern kidd to do heheheheh🥵

it's currently new years' eve in ph! happy new year my loves! thank you for the support always 🌷 hope everyone has a great start to the new year 🫶

if you're interested for my 500 follower event, you can check out this post

[rednexxsaysthing]

So, I watched a 3hr playthrough of Mouthwashing

Here's my thoughts!

(Also- HUGE thanks to @chillenby , @oll13v3r , @max-1mum !!)

Spoiler warnings and the following trigger warnings: Rape, suicide, severe injuries, lots of death, pills, ship crash, gun, and so much more

♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘGeneral Opinion✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

This game is very well written and gave me such big Sally Face vibes. I watched Slimccl's VOD of him playing it and so it definitely helped me not freak the fuck out. I was SO SAD when Daisuke died cuz he never even got the chance to figure himself out :(

I related to Anya and Daisuke heavily, and lowkey Swansea joined my gigantic collection of fictional father figures. I really liked the art and the entire idea of something so simple as mouthwash becoming such a batshit wild scenario. Anywhizzle, onwards!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Anya˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

God I felt so bad for her. I also really, really related to her. I had my own issues with sexual assault and then tried to "commit die" with pills afterwards (I'm much healthier and happier now). She made me feel terrible for her and she deserved so, so much better. Unfortunately, that's all I've really got for her.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥCurly. ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

I felt bad for him, really liked him, and also fucking hated him all at the same time. I felt bad for him for obvious reasons, but especially like, imagine the amount of pain he must've been in without even being able to convey it. At that point I'd either start biting people or beg them to kill me somehow. I really liked him because, I mean, c'mon. Before the whole Jexual Jassaulter thing he was pretty neat. I hated him because as a victim of SA I hated seeing Jimmy not get treated like shit after what he did to Anya. The least he could've done was protect her.

ೋღ 🌺Daisuke✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

God this poor kid. The one scene where he was drinking the mouthwash on the floor and just in despair CRUSHED ME. It was so unfair what happened to him :( I wanted to give him and Anya hugs so fucking badly. I hate Jimmy for manipulating him, especially since Daisuke never mentions his dad which hints at him having daddy issues of some kind, and seeking validation from men (at least as someone with daddy issues, I do). God, it was all just so sad.

Jimmy.

FUCK THIS GUY I HATE HIM SO MUCH OH MY FUCKING GOD IM SO GLAD THAT HE DIED IN THE END BECAUSE IF HE HADN'T I WOULD'VE FUCKING KILLED HIM MYSELF HE MADE ME EXPERIENCE RAGE BEYOND ANY COMPREHENSION I HATE THIS BASTARD OH MY GOD HE DESERVES ANY SHITTY THING HE EVER WENT THROUGH, IN FACT I HOPE IN THE AFTERLIFE HE GOES TO HELL AND HAS TO RELIVE EVERY TRAUMATIC EVENT HE EVER CAUSED SOMEONE BUT AS HIMSELF.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.Swansea☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Silly old man <3 Google says he's the villain of the story?? Huh?? How?? I mean, I get he killed Daisuke, but it was with good intentions. He was a little hard on him too, but that's just a classic mentor/mentee relationship. So, yeah. I don't understand how Jizzy isn't the villain. How is the old man who at worst killed someone to put them out of pain (and didn't feel good about it either, he acts different for the rest of the game) the villain, and not the literal rapist?? Idk man

Thanks for coming to my TED talk <3

[phpruitts]

'Want me to show you, baby?'

She nods desperately. Please.

Phoebe cannot, not for all the money in the world, tear her eyes away from Rafael. Something in his gaze held her there— something in his voice too, all warm and commanding and focused utterly on Phoebe.

It makes her shiver. It makes heat in her core bloom and tighten and then spread through every inch of her body, and then—

'Just like this,'

Bliss, when he adds another finger. Fuck, that was it, that was what she needed, to feel anything of his she could get, hand or cock or mouth, to feel filled and stretched and cared for.

No man had ever done it like this. There had never been a single one that could leave her so enraptured, and when Rafael begins to curl his fingers inside of her, an almost beckoning motion, Phoebe whines again, stares at his face with heavy-lidded, blow-out eyes. How did he do this? Sound so deliciously hungry, and raw, and aroused all at once, and yet still make her feel so ... cared for.

It almost makes Phoebe tear up. There's a prickling heat behind her eyes now. Something hot, building up in her abdomen.

But she doesn't slow her strokes; instead she tightens her fist minutely, twist her wrist as it rises and falls and lets her thumb brush over the head every so often, remembering the repressed shiver the motion had drawn earlier. Could Phoebe ever hope to give Rafael even a tenth of the bliss he gave her? Phoebe can't say. But she would give everything, anything, in that pursuit.

Because there's nothing better than this. Nothing hotter than this. Rafael talking to her, calling her baby as he instructs her on how to get herself off when he was gone— how to just think of him, and to think of this moment. The tightening in her abdomen is almost overwhelming.

"I always think about you," Phoebe pants.

Every muscle of hers sings. There was the curl of his fingers, the broad pressure of his palm at her sex, his voice in her ear, and this shimmering tension between them, affection, clearly, open affection that seemed so raw and earnest and god— Phoebe has to kiss him again.

"—I can never stop thinking of you during any of it."

Even after she'd finished, wrung out an orgasm that was a pale shadow of what Rafael brought out in her, Phoebe thought about Raf. Thought about wanting, so very fucking badly, just to lay her head on his chest and pant until their breathing slowed, play with his hair and lull him to sleep so he didn't have to think about all the responsibilities that he carried.

But he was here now. And so were his fingers, except they were slowing, tortuously slow, and hearing his next words make something desperate and hungry and excited tremble within her.

'But don’t come yet,'

'I want you to finish on my cock.'

She moans, wantonly, rocks her hips up against his hand, where his hips lay beyond that.

"Please," Phoebe pants, voice raw and open and a little trembling. It might have scared Phoebe, with anyone else, to hear such open need in her voice, but with Rafael, around him ... it just felt right. He needed to hear this. Shouldn't Rafael know, what he does to her?

"Please. I need to finish like that, need to feel you finish, just need to feel— you. Need you."

This is what heaven felt like. Rafael was sure of it. When Phoebe stroked him faster, when she moved against his hand — he didn’t think there was anything out there that felt better than this.

When Phoebe admitted that she thought about him in bed, tried to replicate what he did to her with his fingers, but she couldn’t —

Rafael groaned. It was so hot. So sexy to think about Phoebe trying to get off to the thought of him. And Rafael being the only one who could do it for her — no one else. The connection between the two of them felt like something that only happened in the movies. Something unrealistic and unattainable, and yet, it was happening to them.

“Want me to show you, baby?”

He bit the inside of his cheek when Phoebe’s thumb brushed over the head of his cock. It sent shivers down his spine. God, it felt so good.

“Just like this,” he said, slipping another finger inside of her. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling the tips of his fingers when he was inside. He applied pressure with the palm of his hand.

“And then, when your fingers are nice and wet, you can use them to rub your clit like this.”

Rafael pulled his fingers out of her, brushed them up against her clit. Rafael applied more pressure this time, his fingers slick and desperate to provide her with pleasure.

“Then you just think about me. You think about right now, and the way I showed you, and you keep going until you make yourself come.”

Rafael’s heart was racing. His cock was aching. He wanted to be inside of her more than anything else. He stopped the movements of his hand briefly, moving at an agonizingly slow pace this time.

“But don’t come yet,” he said. “I want you to finish on my cock.”

[falmerbrook]

How I look reblogging posts about embracing your weirdness/being indulgent and how cringe culture is dead when I'm too scared to post anything about my favorite characters out of fear of someone getting mad at me or thinking I'm cringey

[anxiously-sidequesting]

I personally love and obsess over disillusioned and self-isolating protagonists which is one of the reasons why I advocate for a Young Wizard who just leans so much into their role as the Savior that they're now just this broken down individual who now genuinely shares everyone's fears and legends of them of being this Ultra Powerful, Non-Human, Above-All-The-Peasants Legend Amongst Men. Being picked apart and analyzed (INCORRECTLY might I add) by strangers and people who fear/hate/revere you, no matter where you go or what you do, over and over and OVER it just literally whittles away at who you used to be, what used to make you happy and now you're replaced with what everyone made you into. Not You, but a Hero.

But you know what's even better 😈😈😈 a wizard who cracks in a different way and is now just baaaareeely holding it together. A wizard who just is not All There anymore. A wizard who's Good Maybe, but someone who genuinely gives you a GOOD REASON to fear a switch in allegiance. Someone who reminds you that your entire life depends on their mood

Give me Harley Quinn YW, give me a YW who cackles and shrieks in joy as they batter the evil to the ground, give me a YW who pushes at the very edge of the EXTREMES even when they don't need to. I want a YW who doesn't carry around a gleaming sword, or a mystical staff, but a bat with nails studded inside or a rusty machete; I want poems and songs of not a Hero but a wolf in sheep's clothing who just barely gets by in masquerading as the Commoners. An unhinged YW is the second to best Bad Ending you could ever get from this situation and I want everyone to think about this actually