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we don't talk enough about cameron's first real scene, where he talks to neil outside his dorm before todd arrives. in case anyone doesn't know what i'm referring to, here's the dialogue from the scene:
Cameron: Hey, Neil, study group tonight?
Neil: Yeah, sure.
Cameron: Business as usual, huh? [turns to leave, then] Hey, I heard you got the new kid. Looks like a stiff. [laughs at his own joke] [Todd enters] Oops. [Cameron leaves]
so let's talk about it!!
cameron opens with the study group question. this is pretty straightforward to me-he knows he's none of the poets' favorite, and certainly not charlie's. neil is his foremost supporter, pretty much the only one who sticks up for him, so this makes sense. he's checking with neil, his 'in' to the group, to make sure he can hang with these guys. he wants to be part of their circle so badly, and that's pretty clear from the get-go.
and then he hits us with this whole "stiff" business. this is a major thing i've seen people use to justify their hate of cameron and i really struggle with that.
because, well...this is SO undeniably awkward. neil tells todd just a moment later not to mind cameron because he was "born with his foot in his mouth." so off the bat, that's not something you say about someone who's consistently rude or who you don't like. that's neil sticking up for cameron. he's saying, sorry todd, he means well, or at least, he doesn't have any ill intentions. cameron's just not got the best grasp of social cues, that's how he is. this is a pretty valid explanation in and of itself, but if you'll walk with me a little further, i've got a deeper theory about why cameron makes this comment.
more than just it being awkward, this casual friendliness, haha, new kid, a mild insult said with much bravado...this isn't really cameron as we see him for the rest of the movie. though he does remain relatively awkward, it doesn't really match his character of being cautious and trying to not stand out, to fit into the group (as we see in his first line). so how to explain this action (because i don't believe the explanation is just: cameron is being an asshole/being awkward)?
to me? this is what cameron thought charlie would say. isn't that almost exactly how charlie always talks about cameron, after all? for a great example, see later in the same scene:
Charlie, about Cameron: What's his specialty, bootlicking?
so maybe cameron believes that this is how friends treat each other. or at least, how they talk about other people to entertain their friends. charlie, while not a stellar student and clearly not liked by the administration, is the class clown, which makes him popular with students at welton. thus, cameron is probably jealous of charlie. he probably wishes he was more like charlie-confident, funny, well-liked, etc. and again, he clearly wants to be friends with neil, and part of their larger group, very, very badly. all of this to say:
i don't think cameron meant what he said about todd.
he's trying to get a laugh out of neil. so what does he do? he does what he thinks charlie-neil's funny best friend-would do. it's not a nice thing to say, but to me, it really just reads as someone who is trying to guess what the appropriate, funny thing to say in a situation is, but doesn't actually know. cameron might not have even really thought the 'stiff' joke was funny. but he thought neil would find it funny, which is really the whole point. cameron is, at the most fundamental level, an unpopular kid who wishes he was well-liked, and is fumbling around blindly trying to find his way there.
#hey guys...it's me again...back with more thoughts about richard cameron...haha...#been sitting on this one for a while#i lowkey think all of this is a mask for charlie too but that's a seperate essay#share your thoughts please#everyone is entitled to their own opinions this is just my take#m yawps#dead poets society#richard cameron
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BEST ENEMY. (2/3)
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ft. Prohero!Midoriya x Villain!Reader
synopsis: The Hero Commission is tired of waiting. You've been Deku's responsibility for too long and they want results. But no one, not even the Number One Hero, gets the luxury of loving their greatest sin.
Ëâșâ§âË tags & warnings: heavy angst, violence, mutual obsession, self-destructive tendencies, implied fem reader
note: ugh i love writing characters spiraling/feeling guilt, if you couldn't tell, whump is my favorite type of genre
part 1 | part 3
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The Commission is done waiting.
Itâs been years. Years of headlines that shouldâve read of your death but instead told stories of their failure to capture you. Youâre still breathing, and for them, thatâs a problem.
Izuku knows of the meetings heâs no longer invited to, of the glances from heroes who have long since lost their patience. If he wonât do it, someone else will.
Heâs run out of time.
But when he sees you again, standing in the wreckage of your latest disaster, eyes wicked and fond, he knows heâll never be able to finish this.
Not the way they want him to.
You knew it would come to this.
There are rules in the world, and one of them is that even heroes must bow to the men who pull their strings. Izuku, for all his strength, for all his will, is still a man tangled in a system that was never built to accommodate softness.
Itâs a shame, really. You hate seeing them chip away at him, sculpting something colder from the boy who once held the whole world in his palms, promising to save everyone.
Even you.
You wonder how long it will take before they rip that hope from him completely.
The thought should make you smile.
It doesnât.
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Itâs funny, in a cruel way.
Izuku canât stand you, but he also canât stand the thought of anyone else taking you out.
Itâs a possessive, selfish thing. A terrible thing. But he can live with being terrible.
He canât live with the thought of some faceless hero putting you down like an animal.
No.
If anyone will do it, it will be him.
And if he canât, if the moment ever comes and he falters like he always does, then maybe thatâs the answer neither of you have ever been brave enough to say.
That you were never meant to be erased.
That his hands were never meant to be stained with your blood.
That even now, even after everything, he still wants to save you.
Even if youâve never asked him to.
âDidn't think you had it in you,â you murmur, lips curling in amusement. âI thought for a second youâd actually do it.â
Izukuâs fingers twitch at his sides, jaw tightening. He knows exactly what youâre talking about.
That night, when the hit on you went public. He lost his mind, went storming into the Commissionâs offices with fury crackling at his fingertips, demanding to know who had the gall to put you on a kill list. When he found you later, still alive, still breathing, he was so angry, so relieved, so conflicted.
He kissed you.
He hated you.
He still does.
You liked that about him, didnât you? The way he tried so hard to be terrifying, all fire and fury and justice, but all you saw was a boy too soft for the world. Your boy, once.
He can feel you staring, eyes tracing the lines of his face, the new scars heâs earned since the last time you saw each other up close.
âYouâre cute when youâre mad, Izuku.â You smile. âStill pink in the cheeks, even now.â
He clenches his fists.
âI should've.."
âKilled me?â You raise a brow. âPlease, you're not ready yet.â
Izuku doesnât move.
He doesnât correct you.
He doesn't remember when the distance between you disappeared.
All he knows is that he has his head in your lap while your fingers brush through his messy green curls. You say nothing about the tears slipping down his cheeks or the way his arms tighten around your waist. Instead, you just hum a soft tune, grounding him in the warmth of your presence.
He clings to you and he's never been more grateful for your silence.
He buries his face into your stomach and hopes that he gets the courage to put you down tomorrow.
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Izuku's been acting weird lately.
It's what his friends have been thinking, they blame it on the affects of the war, but they knew it went beyond that.
Ochaco wasn't one to ask questions.
Sheâs known Izuku long enough to understand that some things are better left unsaid.
But she sees the way his eyes burn when he talks about you, a fire that isnât rage but something much worse.
It reminds her of herself, in the quiet moments when she thinks of Toga. When she wonders what she couldâve done differently, if there was ever a moment when she could have saved her.
If she could've stopped her from giving up her blood. Her heart aches when she thinks about the blood flowing through her veins, her body tainted with the soul of someone she couldn't save.
She understands.
And she understands that Izuku will never let this go.
His will to save is like a rose, beautiful and precious but lined with thorns that dig into him, carving his devotion into his very flesh.
One day, those thorns will bleed him dry.
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The hero theyâve hired is good.
Maybe even good enough to do what Izuku wonât.
The thought makes him sick.
He watches from the rooftops as they track you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He shouldnât be here. He knows he shouldnât be here.
But he is.
Because it should be him.
If anyone is going to save you, or kill you, it has to be him.
He has never once believed in fate.
But if there is a god in this world, then you are the princess locked in the tower, and he is the knight meant to rescue you.
Or maybe
Youâre the dragon, and heâs the fool who still believes you can be tamed.
Either way, this story will only end one way.
With one of you dead.
Or with both of you realizing that neither of you were ever meant to survive in the first place.
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watched some of the first episode of smallville and laughed so hard I couldn't finish it (not in a negative way but very much in a "help what is happening" way) (I feel like I need to watch it with a friend in the name of mutual bewilderment)
lana's parents waving at her and then getting HIT BY A METEOR is comedy. they just see it coming towards them and don't even run away before the early 2000s cgi gets them good
baby lex luthor getting HIS HAIR BLOWN OFF BY A METEOR. I'm sobbing. it's giving "he knocked the highlights out of her hair". his eyebrows r still there but oops you're an egg now.
#anyways ive been recommended this show for a while but i also dont really like watching new shows...#anything i watch is merely background noise while i draw#had my good laffs i dont know if i can do 10 seasons though#im mostly only watching bc my sister's loser ex bf finally kicked us off his hbo max account and the only family login ik is our disney+#smallville#AGAIN NOT MEANT TO BE HATE I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS REALLY FUNNY#im still an enjoyer of sharkboy & lavagirl and spy kids okay i understand the early 2000s visuals like a pro#superman
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99% just my autism speaking here but something ive been noticing lately that im sorta kinda đ¶ about is when ppl are like "I think you'll like this" but not bc they ACTUALLY think you'll like it, rather they just got into it and want you to also get into it so "I think you'll like this" is a nice personal hook. i love chill stuff as much as any other person ofc but given i don't divulge that EVER, what makes you think my berserk reading, made in abyss watching, drakengard playing ass would like YURU CAMP????
#gu6chan's musings#am i just taking the phrase too literally???? like i appreciate the thought but also.... what agitates me is the fact theres not any#when i say something among the lines of 'i think YOU'LL like this' or 'This made me think of you' like#its bc i think of THAT PERSON IN PARTICULAR or think THAT PERSON IN PARTICULAR would like it#again it's probably just autism brain taking figures of speech too literally but i HATE it bc it just makes me feel like#all the times i shared my interests meant nothinggggg typically i just ask 'neat; what makes you think ill like it?' and ppl start stumbling#and im like :(#whats rlly funny in this case is not only the fact i had only ever established my love of dark fantasy and mystery to this person#but they also flatout asked 'youre not really into modern media much are you' to which the answer was 'not much lol'#and i said the reasons i dont care for 'cute girls doing cute things' anime (re: k-on) is bc if i have the time to watch it then i at LEAST#wanna spend it watching a series that's???? not 'the point of it is to relax :)'??? i can sleep for that#anyways like 2 days later they said they said they think id REALLY like this new anime they've been watching lately and I was like 'oh?'#and it was yuru camp.... and internally i was like 'are you fucking kidding me' but on the outside i was like 'oh sweet what makes you think#id like it? id love some new media recommendations especially if they're newer shows bc ive been having SO MUCH TROUBLE trying to find#something interesting that isn't from 2008'#and they sent me a picture of the most generic anime girl ever and they're like 'it has really cute girls' and then i just wanted to kms#like.... this isn't bc you thought id like it; is it.....#wanted to die internally but i played it cool and was like 'oh no; i appreciate it thoughtfulness and all but i don't think this is for me'#also the time where someone recommended signalis to me and i was like 'oh?' and they were like 'YEAH its SO good the people who made it#were even INSPIRED off of Nier' KNOWING FULL WELL I DIDN'T LIKE IT AND THE AMOUNT MY ENTHUSIASM JUST DIED... i was like#'oh. well that will be a pass then' and they tried backpedaling like 'well it's not SUPER inspired; i didn't know you HATED nier :(' like#my past 15 posts on my twitter werent me realising that the game was absolute garbage and calling it the most regretful thing ive ever spent#money on during my attempted playthrough đ i was like 'thanks; but I'll pass' to which they then responded by promptly sending me#signalis memes i had absolutely no idea how to respond to WITHOUT making it seem like i was super annoyed so i was just kinda đ¶ and didn't#reply and they were like 'sorry :(' and i was like 'haha it's okay! i just have absolutely no idea how to respond to this joke i dont#understand at ALL'#was probably one of the more awkward interactions ive ever had but genuinely speaking i was so INTERESTED until they brought up that it was#inspired by nier i literally psychically felt all the enthusiasm leaving my body from 'damn; i might actually have to look into this' to#'oh well that's a bullet dodged' did not trust the backtracking either....
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I finally saw the Barbie movie! I have. Thoughts.
#I am too deep in the Illnessâą to fully articulate said thoughts but ultimately:#stylistically it was very good and it was extremely funny. I thought the message got muddied a little bit and the pacing was uneven.#I enjoyed it but I don't really have a burning desire to ever watch it again.#I thought ken was extremely annoying.#there were some really nice pieces of commentary in there that succinctly put words to a variety of issues.#but I ultimately felt like this was trying to be too many things at the same time.#like a feminist commentary AND a stylized comedy AND a celebration of weirdness/ordinariness AND an identity discovery story#and I think it would have worked better if either a) they had picked one of those and ran with it the whole way or b) this had been#formatted as a tv show so that each one of those could have been given the appropriate amount of time it deserved. I think it was just#trying to do too much in the space of a two hour movie#there were also these random bursts of like 'oh no I'm in a position of power/privilege that's so HARD I hate it so MUCH' but meant#completely earnestly? which I also found weird.#and like. the movie is fine. it's not evil or horrible or even badly-made it just didn't completely rock my world. it was a pleasant two#hours that made me laugh#mc13 watches stuff#please don't hate me I know how beloved this movie was
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You Kiss Their Scars
Summary â© How your lover reacts to you kissing their scars
Warnings â© Mentions of violence and blood
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Jacaerys Velaryon
You were amused as your lips pressed against the teeth shaped scars, in the shape of tiny little bite marks that Jace explained were from Vermax
âHe used to bite me plenty when we shared a crib,â Your husband told you. âHe was a nasty little thing. Mother was afraid heâd take a chunk out of my armâbut he never did. He stopped doing it when I bit him back,â He revealed
You giggled as you imagined baby Jace and baby Vermaxâboth the same size at one pointâgoing at it while Rhaenyra tried to separate them. âSo I suppose youâve both always been temperamental then,â You said
It was no surprise that your husband, who also had quite the temper, related so much to his dragon. The two were one of the same, and you guessed thatâs why they got along so well
âYes,â Jacaerys agreed, a fond smile on his face as he recalled the memories. âWe were quite a menacing pair indeed.â
Aegon Targaryen
âShe did it again,â Is the only thing Aegon had to tell you in order for you to pull him into your arms, kissing the spot where a nasty red bruise was forming
It was no secret that your husband and his mother did not get along, but never did you think that she would have the audacity to strike him after an argument
It was appalling to you every time it happened, and you wanted nothing more than to march towards her and give the same treatment, Queen be damned
It wasnât fair that she took out her anger out on Aegon but he begged you, no pleaded with you to not do anything
âIt wonât do any good,â Heâd tell you sadly, and your heart would ache as you saw the brokenness, the sadness on his face. âSheâll just hate me even more if you act.â
Aemond Targaryen
âHold still.â
You jutted your tounge out in concentration as you cleaned Aemondâs scar, making sure that it was sanitized properly for the day
Your husband trusting you with such a thing was an act of love itself. The fact that he trusted you to see his deepest insecurity meant alot to you, and all you could do to repay him and hopefully bring up his spirits was pepper light kisses on the skin surrounding it
âThere, all done.â
âThank you, my love,â Aemond smiled slightly as he touched the spots were your lips touched, still wondering how he got so lucky as to find someone like you
Cregan Stark
âOw! Be gentle, woman,â Cregan said playfully, wincing as you brushed over his âscarâ with a wet cloth
Somehow, for some reason, your dear husband thought it would be funny to wrestle with his dire wolf and then he had the nerve to come crawling to you, asking you to patch up his wounds after the beast had bitten him
Of course, it wasnât really that big of a deal and Cregan wasnât really hurt, but you still smirked as you pressed a kiss to it like it was a real wound
âThere. That should ease some of the pain, you big baby,â You teased, rolling your eyes
Cregan chuckled as he checked your work, looking at the bandage you had placed over some ointment
âWhat do you suppose itâll look like when it heals?â He asked you seriously
âItâll look like you simply have a freckle, Creagn,â You responded sarcastically, and then you giggled as he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap
âDonât make fun me, wife. You should be proud,â He said, flexing the arm where the bite was. âHow many men do you know have taken on such a beast and lived to tell the tale?â
âOnly you, husband. Only you.â You snorted at his dramatics, wondering just what you were going to do with your silly, drama queen of a husband
Benjicot Blackwood
There was reason they called your husband âBloody Benâ
You found this out when one day, he came limping home after solving a conflict in the Riverlands, covered in wounds and bloodâso much blood
Thankfully, most of it wasnât his but Benji still did have a few wounds that needed looking after
The Maester was busy, having been sent by your husband to tend to the other men, so you got the pleasure of dragging him to your chambers, making sure that he was clean before you began to stitch him up
The entire time you worked, Benji barely even flinched which amazed you
By the time that you were done with his top half, heâd barely said a word or complained which led to you kissing over a few of his stitches as a reward
âWhat was that for?â He asked in wonder, a small blush on his cheeks while you grinned
âThat, my love, is for being such a good patient,â You told him cheekily, and you did not expect what Benji did next
Standing up, he loosened his trousers and then he grinned as he pointed at the area beneath his small clothes
âWell in that case, Iâll need plenty of kisses here, too. No promises that I wonât move if you touch me there though.â
âBenji!â
#house of the dragon#hotd#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys velaryon x reader#aegon targaryen#aegon targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#cregan stark#cregan stark x reader#benjicot blackwood#benjicot blackwood x reader
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BANG BANG BANG lll
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summery - thanos was always just such an easy person to argue with. you really hated the guy and that was something that was never going to change, even if your life was on the line and it fucking was.
pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader
word count: 2.8k
contains: violence, drug use and addiction, dark content - just usual squid game stuff really
a/n: many wished for a part 3, so here you go!
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Money, money, money - must be funny, in the rich man's world? And you know what, it probably was. Though, it wasn't as if a single fucking person in this room would know that. Otherwise, you all wouldn't be here in the first place, would you now?
There were a few among you who couldn't shake off the desire to understand those lyrics, even if it meant risking your lives for it. Well, and by a few you meant more than half of the people around here. You would bet that they would put even more on the line if they had anything else, but no - your own life was all you had and maybe well, the life of the others around you.
All it took was stuffing a few banknotes into a golden piggy to make all the other pigs hope that it could be them up there - that they could be the lucky person that got the money. It seemed to be true, you could take people's lives but not their stupid hope. The one thing that would still be the demise of many, it had to. The prize money wouldn't increase without their sacrifice, after all.
Everyone knows how stories like that ended. You know, the ones where desperate people fight against each other for a chance? Watching all the glowing faces when the prize money was announced after the first game ended, was like watching a beaten-up dog that someone put outside - only to lure it back into the house with a bowl of food. It was just sick. Well, at least it made you sick.
Your lower lip wouldn't stop quivering and you tried to stop it by biting it, but to no avail. You were sweating while still freezing simultaneously and you were very much familiar with the signals your body was trying to send you. However, you tried to ignore them as best as you could, just like you did with everything else right now.
âHey, you're really not going to talk to me? What if I die in the next game and the last thing you did was ignoring me?â Thanos' incredibly annoying voice spouted some bullshit again as he leaned against your bed while standing up. He had been trying to get your attention for a while now but you were stubborn and continued to show him your back. He raised an eyebrow questioningly as he nudged you with his hand. âDo you really want this on your conscience? Hey, are you serious? I thought that -â
Thanos stopped what he was saying when you turned aggressively to face him with a rather angry look on your face. He slowly brought his hand back to him as your eyes continued to glance at him with that look. âNo, you don't think and that's the problem.â you spat out the words full of venom and tried to control yourself when your eyes shifted to the blue label with the circle on his chest. âWhy should I care if you die in the next game, huh? You obviously want to keep playing, you -â and you searched for a word to curse him out, but there just wasn't one that could wrap up your feelings at this moment.
It happened again - he took another chance away from you to just live your life. Maybe it wasn't entirely fair of you to blame him when it was a whole group of people who had voted to stay here, but you stopped caring about what was fair a long time ago. âWhatever, nothing matters anymore anyway.â you laughed out in exasperation as you ran your shaky hand over your face. âI'm going to die next round anyway, but I guess that suits you pretty well, huh? You know, since that means that another 100 million won goes into your pretty piggy bank?â
It was a large sum of money, no question, but - was your life really only worth that much?
Thanos grabbed your arm in annoyance as he shook his head in disbelief at what you were saying. You weren't just a sum of money to him and he didn't understand why you would think that. Yes, he admitted that he fucked up all the time and he had never been the best friend to you, but - if there was one thing, one person that he could care about - that would be you, no questions asked. He still did after all these years, even if he didn't say it, even if he did it in his own twisted way. âAre you crazy? Stop talking stupid shit, you're not going to die!â He exclaimed angrily, not even considering that as an option. âIf you'd just stop being so fucking stubborn and join my team, you'd know that too.â
You laughed. âWhat team? You and your little boyfriend back there?â you asked him as you looked at the guy a little further behind you. He seemed like a good tag-along waiting for his boss. How cute, you were about to throw up. âI doubt you two idiots are going to increase my chances of staying alive.â
Thanos looked at you offensively. âNam-su is not my boyfriend, okay? And we may still be few, but that will change soon. Can't you just - please trust me? Please?â he just straight up started begging and to be honest, you didn't have much energy left for any arguing at this point.
You wish you had the privilege of being able to say that everything was easier back when you two were kids, but your life was exhausting even then. Your mother had too many children with a deadbeat man like your father and after you were born, they put all their hope in you for some reason - to get them out of their miserable poor lives. You weren't some hero, not then and not now. âDo you know why I have so much debt?â you finally asked Thanos tiredly and he just looked at you silently before shaking his head.
You nodded. Of course, he didn't know, you had never told him since you preferred to cut him off. âBecause I lost my scholarship at university after they found out I was a fucking crackhead,â you answered him with a depressed smile. âAnd it doesn't really help much to be smart or anything if you don't have any money. That was my only chance to pay my way through to not end up like this but now I have to figure out how to pay for all that without working myself to death at a fucking minimum wage job,â you told him.
You thought you could finally get rid of some of the stress - try again with the money you would earn here. Simply giving up your studies wasn't an option, since that would mean that you had to work shitty jobs which didn't pay much for your entire life and not just while studying. You refused to face the same fate as your mother - dropping out after she found out that she was pregnant with you was the first mistake that led to many more.
But of course, you would never complain ever again - hell, you would much rather prefer working every night shift in the world if that would mean that you could get out of here. âAnd you know what I've been thinking ever since? That if I had never asked you as a stupid kid if I could play with your Iron Man figure, none of this would have ever happened to me.â
This is just fucking great. Fucking bullshit. Thanos angrily smacked himself on the head, knowing he deserved all of this. Yeah, you probably even made the right decision by cutting him out of your life back then, but he still couldn't help but continue to be selfish and want you. He wanted you in his life even if he was the worst thing that ever happened to you because you know what? It didn't change the fact that you were still the best thing that would ever happen to him.
He had been a selfish asshole his whole life and that wouldn't change now, so he couldn't just let you go. âLook, it's just one more game. The money we would have gotten if we quit wouldn't even be enough to buy a Lamborghini and I have to afford at leastâŠâ he had to strain his head a little and count with his fingers. ââŠfour of them to pay off my debts. Hell, maybe enough people will die in the next round and there'll be even some left over. I'll also give you back all the money I owe you, I promise! And I'll give you even more if you need it. I want to help you, I really do,â he tried to explain, knowing that he would have more than enough once he took Myung-gi's share too.
He just doesn't understand. You sighed tiredly. âWhatever, I don't really care anymore,â you said and finally gave in. âOkay, sure, I'll join your stupid loser team. Just stop bugging me.â
Thanos smiled broadly and didn't stop himself from pulling you into a weird hug. âYou won't regret this! I'll take care of you, okay?â he clarified, and even though he claimed the opposite, you couldn't help but feel like you'd regret it - you always did. âWe're going to get out of here and everything will go back to the way it was before, okay?â
You just looked at him and said nothing more as Thanos continued to hold you, finally noticing your slightly poor physical condition. He knew how to solve the problem as well as you did, but even in his current befuddled state, he wasn't sure if he should offer you a pill. âOh, um - I know this probably isn't the right time for this, but it still feels like I should askâŠâ he spoke up, looking down at his cross necklace.
You tried to hold back. At least for now. âEhm, no, I'm fine -â you declined with a slight shake and nodded. âYes, I'm fine, I'll just go to sleep - exactly.â
You could already tell that this night wasn't going to be an easy one, but as you watched Thanos and that Nam-su guy shoo a few other people out of their beds around your area, so that they could take their place, you knew for sure. How embarrassing, you thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your body and hoped that the lights would go out soon.
âWelcome to your second game. We will begin shortly, and this game will be played in teams. Please divide into teams of five in the next ten minutes. Let me repeat -â
I guess we won't be playing Dalgona, after all. You didn't really blame the previous winner of the games, too much. After all, he was in the same shoes as all of you.
âSo, we need two more people,â Nam-gyu stated correctly as Thanos confidently slapped him on the back, not doubting picking the best from the pool of players. âYeah, let's see who we can find. Preferably someone with a lot of muscle and strength,â he said, although you weren't sure what the point of that was since you would be playing children's games. Although, on second thought, the strong kids always managed to win the easiest back then, tooâŠ
Thanos looked at you as he pointed his index finger at the ground. âYou, wait here. We won't take long,â he commanded you as if you were his pet and you felt your eyebrows twitch slightly at the audacity while you silently watched the two guys go away.
Of course, you didn't listen to what he said and just looked around the crowd yourself when you saw how most of the players had already formed groups. I don't want to be in a team with four idiots, you thought to yourself as you saw two people who seemed to be talking to each other. They seemed to be around your age which made you a bit more comfortable when approaching them. âExcuse meâŠâ you said shyly when you met them because talking to strangers still was something that made you a little nervous. âWould you mind if I joined you?â
The players with the numbers 380 and 125 on their chests looked slightly surprised in your direction. The woman looked at your figure briefly before crossing her arms in front of her. âWe are only two, so far.â she clarified before your own number seemed to catch her attention. âHey, aren't you the one who's always hanging out with that crazy purple-haired guy? I would have expected you to be on a team with him?â
You stroked your hair, slightly uncomfortable. "Did you really notice that? Shit, now everyone probably thinks I'm friends with this guy, how embarrassing,â you mumbled to yourself, and the girl just grinned slightly at your appearance while the shy boy looked at you in confusion. âHe's like an annoying tick. He just won't leave me alone. Otherwise, I really wouldn't bother with him! You have to trust me!â you begged her, trying to salvage whatever was left of your image.
And speaking of the devil, it didn't take much longer for Thanos to shout out your name after you said that. âHey! I told you to stay there, what's so fucking hard to understand?!â he spits out annoyed as he grabs you by the shoulders to shake your body before you can even think of hiding from him. Finally, he noticed the other two next to you. âWho are they?â he asked you as you pushed his hands away.
âI want to be on their team,â you announced.
He looked unbelieving and betrayed. âBut you promised me you'd be on Team Thanos!â
âWell, I was clearly lying. So, you'd stop bugging me.â
Thanos looked at you with narrowed eyes before glancing at the two other guys he had recruited along with Nam-guy. âYou two - go find another team. Now,â he said simply as he copied your posture and made a counter announcement. âBecause we're going to unite our teams. You can't get rid of me so easily, you're staying with me.â
Of course. The player with the number 380 on her chest threw an arm around your shoulder as she looked challengingly at your annoying friend. âAnd who says that we would want to do that?â she posed the question.
Nam-gyu already knew he didn't like this one. âHey, who do you think you're talking to -â he started to threaten her, but Thanos put his arm out in front of him before he could go after her.
There was a brief, strange silence as the rapper shifted his gaze between you and the other girl next to you. This girl doesn't look straight, is she interested in�
Thanos narrowed his eyes as his gaze met yours again and he could feel his muscles tense at the things that were running through his head right now. Number 380 was provoking him with her actions. This shit makes me fucking angry, man. But it only took him maybe a few seconds of imagining the whole thing between you two a bit further to change his mind. Never mind, that's actually pretty hot.
âYou're safe as long as the great Thanos protects you, eh? Besides, I doubt you'll find anyone better, there are only two minutes left.â he suddenly spoke out and none of you wanted to know what went on in his head in the short time that he was silent. âCome on, this is going to be fun! Who's the little guy behind you?â he asked and you and number 380 looked at each other reluctantly for a moment before revealing your hidden member.
Nam-guy let out a heavy sigh as his eyes met the loser in front of him but Thanos didn't seem to care much about that. âWhat's your name?â he asked, watching as the guy looked up at him a little anxiously. âOh, my name is Min-suâŠâ
Even his name sounds pathetic, Nam-gyu thought to himself and couldn't stop himself from voicing his dissatisfaction. âThis guy honestly gives me mad loser vibes, dudeâŠâ he complained, but Thanos paid him no mind as he walked towards the member. âNah, this is perfect - we're the perfect team! Right Nim-su?â he asked the little guy while hugging him more tightly from the side and laughing when he saw his shy reaction. âI like you, you're cute.â
Seeing the two of them together was a really weird view, you honestly felt sorry for Min-su. âI'm sorry about thatâŠâ you whispered a little awkwardly to player 380 but she just patted you on the shoulder reassuringly. âDon't worry, how those two behave is not your responsibility. I suppose we're in this thing together now.â she laughed, not sure exactly what to make of this all herself.
You smiled at her before your eyes went to the watch on the wall which showed that you all only had half a minute left before the next game would start. âI mean, I guess soâŠâ
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You think i'm weird?
Damian Wayne Ă BatSis! Reader ăPlatonic!ă
Note: English is not my first language, sorry if there is any translation error
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You had noticed that Damian was more distant than usual, his self-centered personality and confident tone had almost completely disappeared
You weren't stupid, you knew something was wrong, you were his older sister, maybe you had different mothers and were raised in different environments but that doesn't mean you didn't understand
You said you were going to confront him on the next patrol, you needed answers and as the excellent detective you were, you were going to get them
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"Is there something bothering you?"
You said suddenly as the two of you sat in front of a building, it was the right time to talk, there was no one who could interrupt.
"What do you mean?"
Damian asked as if he didn't know what you meant.
"You're acting strange, like something was bothering you..."
You said as you stared at him, you knew something was wrong, maybe you didn't say it all the time but you cared too much for him, maybe sometimes you fought and it seemed like you wanted to kill each other and sometimes it was true, but still there was a part of your head that hated the idea that he, your brother, your little brother was in danger or sad.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Damian seemed to simply ignore the subject and want to change the conversation, your brow furrowed at such a response.
"I'm not stupid, Damian, tell me what's wrong? Did you fight with dad again or what?"
You sat a little closer to him, you were going to find out what was wrong with Damian even if it would take you a thousand years
"It's not that, it's just that..."
His voice trailed off in the middle of the sentence, he was hesitating to tell you, he seemed downcast, that wasn't the Damian you knew, he would never have doubted anything
"You... you think I'm weird?"
A laugh came out of your lips and you started laughing like crazy, Damian had never seen you laugh so much in his life as now
"WHAT ARE YOU MAKE FUN OF, STUPID!, ugh I knew I shouldn't tell you, you never take anything seriously"
Damian crossed his arms looking at you angrily, I didn't understand what was funny about the situation, he was telling you something personal and you just... you just laughed!?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But seriously I've never heard anything so funny in my life"
You tried to stop laughing, you wiped away a tear that fell from your eye before you could speak
"Seriously you ask, of all people you ask me that?"
You said ironically looking at Damian, he just shrugged his shoulders and looked away
"Damian, we are vigilantes, there is nothing normal in our life, the strange thing would be if something was normal, you are literally the son of a very dangerous assassin and I am the daughter of a villain"
You let out a small laugh while saying that, but you saw that Damian's mood didn't change so you decided to get serious
"But hey, seriously, if you are weird but so what? We are all weird and you shouldn't be ashamed of that, I could say that I am weirder than you and I don't care"
Damian was surprised by your words, it was the first time he saw you talking seriously, he always thought you were too stupid and childish but what you just said really surprised him
"Thanks... I think"
"You're welcome, but don't be ashamed of being weird, let's be weird together, what do you think?"
You said giving him a smile as you put your arm around his shoulders and brought him closer to you, it was the first time you had gotten so emotionally close to Damian, you thought he hated you or something but apparently it was far from reality
"That... that's fine with me"
For a second you could see a small smile on Damian's face, that made your heart feel good
A few minutes passed before Damian spoke again
"You dare tell someone about this conversation and I'll cut your throat"
And there he was again the same old Damian, well at least those were the best minutes of your life before Damian went back to being Damian
"Whatever you say, Mr. weirdo"
You let out a laugh as you said those words
"I'M SERIOUS, YOU DARE TO TELL SOMEONE AND I'LL KILL YOU!"
Damian spoke angrily, punching you in the arm
"Hey! That's enough, but stop doing it... HEY, STOP IT, IT HURTS!!"
You shouted, trying to dodge Damian's punches. God, I think you missed the emo Damian...
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I imagine the relationship between Damian and BatSis! Reader like that of gumball and anais, i love writing about them, they are so silly
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â protect
- gojo satoru x reader
the word âprotectâ now means so much more to him
genre: soft and playful gojo, sugary dump fluff, pregnant!reader
note: anyone craving some soft gojo? :3 based on a suggestion by an anon who needs a soft gojo a while back, thank you!
a part of gojo's love entries
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When he was 16, Gojo Satoru thought that protecting other people was a pain, and didn't take it seriously.
Later, when he realized that even non-sorcerers deserve to live their lives in peace, he dedicated himself to becoming stronger so that he would be capable to protect them more. However, even then, he didn't perceive their worth as significant.
But when you entered the picture, that measly, glorified word suddenly became so much more.
Usually people would only care about whether he had succeeded his mission or not. His formidable reputation as the epitome of strength means no one is genuinely interested in his wellbeingâno one after Suguru, to be exactâuntil you did.
After a whirlwind romance of attraction and banters, Satoru reached the conclusion that he wanted you, the only person left who actually made him feel like a human, to stay happy and safe. He would do it with his own hands, even if it meant reshaping this cruel world to be kinder for you with him as your shield.
And the word âprotectâ gained an entirely new meaning years later, when he rested his head on your swollen bellyâthe place where his new cherished treasure was growing.
âWhen will he come out~?â he asked in a whiny tone and a blissful smile, even though he clearly knew the answer.
You shook your head with playful resignation, unable to conceal your smile. "In three weeks. Now help me get comfortable, you dork."
He helped you turn over and fetched a pillow to place under your aching spine. Then, with a mischievous grin, he lightly poked your belly with two fingers, eliciting a yelp from you.
"Don't poke me! You're poking your child!"
To that, Satoru merely threw his head back and snickered like the dumbass he was. He then tenderly rested his hand on the taut skin of your belly, gently massaging it, smiling with ardent happiness.
"Can't really believe it," he sighed, brimming with the purest sense of contentment. "A mini Gojo, huh... You're really doing a honorable work."
A child of his and yours. He had always wondered how he would be after seeing him firsthandâwould he laugh just like he had been doing now, or will it be the first instance that move him to the point of shedding tears? One of the reasons he eagerly anticipated his son's birth was just to discover how he would react.
Seeing the weight of his baby growing within you, making you rounder and fuller, stirred a deep well of warm emotions in him with each passing day though.
"I am," you retorted cheekily, rolling your eyes. "In fact, you should be revering and worshipping me for carrying your spawn."
He merely hummed in a childlike manner, feeling his baby move around under his touch. You were about to roast him again with something funny when he leaned down and planted a kiss on your tummy, whispering to it.
"Please come out already~ Papa wants to meet you!"
Your heart swelled with warmth at that moment. Gojo Satoru was many things, but he wasn't typically known for his softnessâhe was often seen as this all-perfect being, and so witnessing him acting purely on his human emotions brought you a sense of happiness.
âWho do you think heâll take after?â you mused.
âHmmm. Me, obviously. He'll be hot just like me!â he quipped proudly, and you playfully smacked him on the arm.
Satoru caught your hand and kissed it tenderly amidst his grin. "But I want him to have your personality. I'd hate to see him be a show-off."
"So you do realize that you're actually a menace."
He laughed out loud, patting the generous swell of your belly again with a smug look on his face.
"I know, but I'm your menace, and that's all that matters."
And when his adorable son was born less than three weeks later and you passed out due to sheer exhaustion, Satoru vowed by everything in the heavens and the earth that he wouldn't spare anything to protect you and his child from this curse-filled world.
Epilogue - on the night of the birth -
âSatoruââ you panted, grimacing, head jerking back as your womb throbbed and pulsed in order to bring forth your child into the world. âI⊠feel like Iâm going to faintâŠâ
Worry etched his face as you leaned on him. âHey, heyïżœïżœ Calm down sweetheart, relax and catch up on your breath, okay? Donât worry, heâll come out soon.â
Somehow his words rubbed you the wrong way.
âHahhâthis⊠is because of you! This happened because you shoved your stick into me! You horny basâaahh!â
âWell, hey! Last I remembered, you begged me to put it into you! And I'm notâpfftââ
âThen what are you?!â
âHmmm, nothing but a man who got you pregnant, sweetheart~â
âIf I bleed out and die, itâs going to be your fault, you evil, wretched sorcerer!â
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Youâve been sneaking into Kenmaâs room for years.
It started when you were very young, having left your gameboy at Kenmaâs house after a few rounds of Mario. You managed to toss a few rocks at his window, and once he silently unlocked the door and let you in, you quickly scurried back out hours later with a grateful smile.
Then, you started to sneak through his window. Seeing the flashes of lights at god knows what hours was something you knew meant he was awake, and youâd climb out from your sheets and crossed the street to his place. Again, youâd throw rocks at his window, and when heâd tried to go open the door, he hadnât expected you scale up the large tree just a few feet away.
Tonight was no different; heâs tapping away wildly on his console while you scurry up the tree in your slippers, smooshing your face against the glass when he finally sees you and opens the window.
Youâd finally tumbled in, and he gave you a tired sigh, âyouâre annoying.â
âAnd youâre still playing. I wanted to watch you play.â
âYou couldâve just texted me. You left marks on my glass.â
âI needed the exercise. What time do you need me out of here?â
âKuroo drags me by the ankle out of here by 06:30. Be out beforehand.â
You smirk and nudge his shoulder with yours, causing him to send you a glare before sitting back down on the floor. âSleep on the bed, help yourself to pajamas.â
âYou like him, kenma,â you tease. You see him tense up before he shakes his head.
âNo,â he says simply. âI donât. Not like that anyways.â
âJust not used to you having other friends besides me,â you hum. He huffs in annoyance.
âAre you gonna watch, or do I have to kick you out of my room?â
âFine,â you sigh. âIâll behave. Only because I hate climbing your tree.â
Kenma doesnât like Kuroo. Honest! He thinks heâs cute, sure, gets why the girls like him and boys follow him around, heâs fine enough on a scale of emotional and physical attraction.
But Kurooâs not the one Kenmaâs eyes stay focused on. Itâs you.
Youâre funny, he likes the way you eat foods that you donât like first, before diving into the favorites after to savor them. Youâre cute, and youâre bad at the differences between contexts of words, and you have a little eye twitch that bestows you in a moment of quick thoughtfulness.
You donât ask him why heâs up so late, you ask him the answers to homework and give him gummy worms as a thank you. You never overstay a welcome, always either leaving before the sun comes up, or staying quiet while you sleep on the bed.
He likes the way your eyes shine when youâre excited, the roll of your eyes when he tells you ânoâ when you want the answer to be âyesâ, the little snickers that slip out at Kurooâs expense at Kenmaâs quick thinking.
âKenma?â
âIm busy.â
âI want to cuddle.â
The way you want physical touch when youâre tired.
Yeah. As your best friend, he really is bias to that one.
With a groan, he pauses and saves his game under slot 3, shuts down the console before crawling up and into his bed next to you, the cold sheets shooting his nerves until they warm under your shared warmth. You bury your nose in his collar and he takes out his phone for you both to watch tiktok.
âKenma?â
âGo to sleep.â
âWhen you marry Kuroo, can I be the ring bearer?â
âIf i marry Kuroo, I want you far, far from my ceremony.â
He practically hears you pout, âyouâre no fun.â
âI sure am not.â
For someone who has no fun, not one fun bone in his body, heâs amazed at how comfortable you are in his grip and he in yours, fingers fisting his nightshirt until his own eyes grow heavy.
And if Kuroo walked in just a few hours later at 06:30, only to see his best friend cuddling with someone he loves most, he didnât say anything and closed the door softly behind him.
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all the old tptm girl journal entries w the new (if anyone wants to see them again and compare them)
please proceed with caution as many of these could be upsetting to read
disposable girl (jordyn)
(old)
i cant fucking stand this. i try so goddamn hard to make friends, to be attractive to people, to be even somewhat appealing to them etc etc. it never works. i thought it would get better the older i get. thats what i was told. guess what! i was fucking lied to!!! im alwasy left out of EVERYTHING i never get invited to shit and my own friends ignore me all the time. everyone looks at me weird. i cant go in public anymore im so fucking terrified of everyone. nobody fuckinf wants me, man. im so close to doing something stupid i feel so gross and ugly and dumb i should actually just die id be doing everyone a favor LOL
(new)
man, i havent been on here in forever. the internet is kind of dumb. what is there to say? my friend group celebrated our outpatient graduation anniversary the other day, that was pretty nice. weâre all trying to figure out housing stuff, noraâs been helping with that. freyja + mayra + kairi found a place already (how are they so responsible??) and the rest of us are trying to find places near them so we can visit more often. i never expected to have such a big group of friends. if you told me 2 years ago that iâd be living like this, i wouldnât believe you. itâs still surreal to me. iâm not sure what i did to deserve them. same goes for my girlfriends. i donât wanna say who just yet, weâre still figuring things out, but iâm just so thankful for them. i feel so lucky to have a second chance at life. i really didnât believe people when they said it would get better, and then it did. how funnyâŠ..
irreverent girl (kairi)
(old)
I do not want God to see me anymore. I do not want anymore eyes on me. This is near unbearable. I have no one to turn to. My mother is in the church. Many of my friends are in the church. They would tell me to find hope through Christ. They would tell me to pray to Him. They would tell me that He will save me. He must not remember He made me, and if He does, He simply does not care. I know this is unbecoming of me, and I don't mean to be dramatic. I am simply depressed, nervous, and I cannot tell what's real and what isn't anymore. I know I'm supposed to hear God speaking to me, but I do not, and I am tired of straining my ears. I just want to see a doctor. I want some kind of tangible solution. I do not want to pray anymore. Praying hurts. I only do it when I am afraid, but I am afraid much of the time. I don't want to be unheard anymore. I do not want to hold out hope for someone who does not act like they're there. I am hurting. I am hurting. I am hurting. Belief is hurting me. The idea of God is hurting me. I need an out. I am hurting.
(new)
When I have a job and money and I can move away from my shitty Mormon parents
splitter girl (tahira)
(old)
theres something so broken in me thats beyond saving. so i dont know why i keep trying to be saved. i meant to kill myself when i was 18. i didnt. all ive wanted to do lately is kill someone or something. i havent. im too much of a pussy to plan anything concrete, no matter how much i hate everyone around me. no matter how much i get off to videos of people dying or how much i love cutting myself i cant actually take action against other people. i am fucking purposeless. i was born from evil and i will always be evil and i cant even live up to that. i hate myself i hate myself i HATE myself and the universe hates me too. i dont know what to fucking do at this point. i talked to one of my friends about wantingto die and they said smthn about hospitalizing myself. maybe. i dunno. i dont know what else there is for me/. my eyes are fucking burning from lookign at my computer for so long adn not getting any goddamn sleep. i am not a good person. i dont think i can be helped but i just dont wanna fucking keep goign to school and being around people and pretending like everything is norma;l. i cant keep doing it. what the fuck is wrong with me whagt happened. why cant i be loved or feel love for other people when did something change in me that switched the aggression and affection parts of my brain. im hyperventilating ill be back. maybe
(new)
getting myself onigiri from this one good boba place 2nite bc im 8 months cleanâŠâŠ its the little things~ ^^
fainéant girl (freyja)
(old)
i know i dont hate being disabled... i just hate being disabled in a society that makes existing difficult... but sometimes i really just dont want to be disabled anymore. i dont want my family to lecture me about how i could be helping out more, or how i should get a job. i dont want teachers to keep asking me whats wrong or the fuckin uni counselor to try to get me hospitalized. i dont want to be in so much pain anymore, to feel so exhausted that i cant even do so much as prepare food for myself, let alone do anything meaningful or fulfilling. its not fair. i shouldnt have to stay inside and sit in the dark all day,. i should be able to have friends. to talk to people and to go out with them and to feel like i am alive. its lonely and traumatic to suffer through this and on top of that no one around me understands, and they never fully will. i am tired of trying to justify my existence to everyone, to explain the pain that i am in and why i shouldnt have to experience it. i know the problem isnt me. i know i live in a world that isnt built for me. but if the world cant change then sometimes i truly feel that i should just stop living in it. my lifespan is already shorter than everyone else's anyways. what difference does it make
(new)
my qpps didnt seem to appreciate me playing Alien Kids Alien Rap for them. Do they even love me
caliber girl (nora)
(old)
ćïœIt is 3 AM and I should go to sleep but I canât. I have a work zoom meeting early in the morning and I gotta hit the gym also because I havenât done leg day in likeïżœïżœïżœ weeks. Oh well, it doesnât even matter. My value is depleting but I donât think I care anymore. The turnaround date for my code is also in a couple of days and I havenât made any progress. I keep getting the same error and Iâm too tired to figure out whatâs wrong. I might get fired at this rate LOL(çŹ). If that happens, I think Iâll just consider ending it all. Not that anybody will miss me. God I sound so weak and pathetic right now. When did it get like this. How did it get like this. Iâm sure Iâll be fine. Iâve been through worse before and this is nothing. Ugh, why is it so hard to breathe? My chest hurts and I feel like something is wrong but I donât know how to make it go away. Should I call someone about this? No. No one is awake or around to help. Iâll be fine. Iâll just sleep it off. Shake it off⊠shake it offâŠ
(new)
My Tamagotchi beeped during a meeting fml
chocolate box girl (morgan)
(old)
i thought i was doing better but i cant stop thinking about them. their touch, their interests, their smile, everything. the worst part is that i miss them, after all of what they've done to me. i was 13. i dont even feel justified calling it rape since our relationship was so muddy... they never yelled at me or was angry at me, they just got so sad when i tried to speak my mind, and got all my friends to hate me when we finally broke up. i never said no so i feel like im insulting actual survivors by feeling violated. i wasnt even trying to get into a relationship with them, it just happened... i feel like everyone around me wants me in the same way they did, even though im an adult now and i dont even try to make myself appealing. i wish i could trust people not to take advantage of me, and i feel disgusting and selfish for feeling like everyone has ulterior motives of getting me to fall in love with them, or worse. that's so self centered of me. i dont know how long i can keep doing this
(new)
girl help i cant stop looking at anime figures on japan yahoo auctions !!!!!
taxidermy girl (mayra)
(old)
I don't remember ever not having a sex drive, is that normal ? I was born and then it was all downhill from there, something happened to me sexually i think, I don't know what happened, because I don't remember much, but something happened and I was beaten for it and yelled at and my mother hated me, and now I am an adult and I try to have sex, and I'm not there mentally, even if my body is participating, I feel like I am in the past again, being beaten and yelled at . I want to keep trying, I want to have fun, to feel safe in someone else's arms, to reach the heights of pleasure, but my mind scares me so much, I haven't been able to eat anything today because I feel so horrified by my body . If I was good I would have been born as a nonsexual being, no parts, no desires, no instincts, a blank slate, too empty to be enjoyed . Do you know what it feels like, to have your mother tell you people want to sexually abuse you when you are a child, and then to be made fun of by your peers for being so ugly, to have your middle school and high school classmates joke about how much they don't want to have sex with you ? I am illicit and undesirable at the same time, I am everyone's last option, I am nothing and still too much, rotting deer meat on the side of the road . I wish I had been born as something beautiful and pure, I wish I could start over, that whatever that initial sin was had never been committed .. I want to start over
(new)
Went to a kink event the other night and everyone was so nice ⊠The low lights were fucking with my vision so one of the hosts helped me navigate the place . I â€ïž you random disabled ally with a pup mask on
chemical girl (joy)
(old)
LMAOOOOO im too angry and miserable to be around. i think i just need to give up at this point because theres clearly like. something broken inside me that cant be fixed. that has 2 be it because i try to talk and i just sound cold, i try to make a joke and it comes out overly edgy and unfunny, i try to be like everyone else but its too much. i cant even be a collection of the positive traits i see in others, i try to replicate it and it comes out warped and wrong. im either fucking enraged or in abject misery or way too happy and nobody can keep up with me. the thing is i dont even blame them. i wouldnt want to be around me either. do u know what thats like? being someone you wouldnt want to know? i keep hoping that one day ill wake up and suddenly be normal, the mood swings will be gone and everyone will like me and i wont do stupid shit that pisses them off. but i know that day isnt coming. theres no hope for me and i want to say sorry to everyone who has ever had the misfortune of knowing me but i know it wouldnt do anything. theres nothing i could ever do to make myself right
(new)
i need to convince my gf to take me to Round One again soon
refraction girl (nataana)
(old)
i don't want to do this anymore. i'm going somewhere better
(new)
talked with my psych and iâll be starting TMS soon, itâs some thing where they put magnets to ur brain and itâs supposed to treat depression.. trying to temper my expectations bc iâve tried so many treatments that just do nothing for me, but iâd be lying if i said my hopes werenât riding on this. i want to confidently say iâm glad to be alive. i feel like iâm getting closer to that
nurse parallel/machine girl (xiomara)
(old)
I am so excited... Tomorrow my experimental outpatient treatment plan begins!!! I'm beyond delighted. I have complicated feelings about my DID being in remission, but it's nice to feel stable enough to be in charge of something this big, and to not have terrible gaps in my memory anymore. I still don't remember everything that happened to me, but maybe I don't need to. At this stage of my life, I feel content. I can confidently say everything was worth it. I want to help others feel that way, too. I think I can.
(new)
Iâm meeting up with a new friend tomorrow⊠I feel nervous, but itâs a good nervousness, I think!
#the post traumatic manifesto#tptm#refraction girl#weevildoing#splitter girl#nurse parallel#chocolate box girl#chemical girl#disposable girl#faineant girl#irreverent girl#taxidermy girl#caliber girl
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âyour opinion of me won't change, right?â + lando (who kinda has a fuckboy reputation but fell for the reader)
âyour opinion of me won't change, right?â
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the knock on your door comes around midnight when you're almost going to bed. you donât expect anyone, especially not him.
for a second, you stand still, unsure of what to do with heart thudding. but the persistent rapping doesnât stop, and despite the days of silence between you two, you already know who it is.
when you swing the door open, lando stumbles in, his shoulders slumped, eyes clouded with alcohol and something darker. his hair is a mess, damp from the rain, and he reeks of whiskey and regret.
ây/n,â he breathes out, almost as if heâs relieved to see you. but youâre not relieved at all. youâre angry, confused, and hurt and looking at him really hit you so hard that you had to squeeze the ends of your his t-shirt to not stumble.
you close the door behind him, and he sways unsteadily. heâs drunkâdrunker than youâve ever seen him. his clothes are disheveled, his usual cool confidence replaced by something pitiful, something raw.
"lando, what the hell are you doing here?" your voice is sharp, meant to sting, because his presence alone already rips at the wounds that haven't even started healing yet.
he doesnât answer right away. instead, he looks at you with those familiar blue eyes, the same ones that once made you weak in the knees, but now⊠they just bring back the pain. his lips tremble as if heâs about to say something, but he doesnât.
"youâ" lando slurs slightly, stepping forward, hands outstretched. "you weren't⊠supposed to leave. youâ" it washed over you like a bucket of cold water and you're already moving away from his touch.
"don't." your voice cracks, and you hate how fragile you sound. you take another step back, putting more space between you two. "donât come here like this again."
lando rubs his face, pacing around your small living room slowly, stumbling over air. heâs spiraling, trying to collect his thoughts, but the alcohol muddles his brain and you can see the struggle on his face.
âi didnât mean to⊠i didnât want you to leave,â he mutters. he turns to you, desperation in his eyes. "i messed up, okay? i know that. but i⊠fuck, iâm trying, y/n."
you cross your arms, every muscle tense. "trying? youâre drunk, lando. thatâs not trying."
his face crumples at your words, and he stumbles back, this time collapsing onto the couch like his legs canât hold him up anymore. his hands run through his hair, pulling at it in frustration, in agony.
you vividly remember what happened a few nights ago when a girl texted him asking if he was up for 'another' great night. it wasn't easy being with someone while knowing he could have anyone in the entire world and with his past, you were already always on the edge of letting your insecurities out.
it just led to a bigger argument where instead of assuring you how you were the only one he ever wanted, he asked you to either start trusting him or leave.
so you left.
"do you know how much i fucking hate myself?" his voice is hoarse now, barely above a whisper, but the rawness in it cuts through you like a knife as it brings you back to the present. "i tried to be better for you. i⊠i tried."
you swallow the lump forming in your throat, trying to stay firm, but itâs hard. it's always been hard with him. "you have a funny way of showing it."
he lifts his head slowly, tears brimming in his eyes now, and the sight is enough to make your resolve crack just a little. you've never seen him cry before. not like this.
âyour opinion of me wonât change, right?â his voice breaks, and you freeze. the vulnerability in his question sends a jolt of pain straight to your chest. he sounds small, defeated, like the weight of everything heâs been carrying has finally crushed him.
âlandoâŠâ you whisper, but he doesnât let you finish.
"because everyone elseâ" he pauses, taking in a shaky breath. "they all think they know me? that iâm just some⊠some asshole who doesnât care, whoâs not capable of⊠anything real? but iâm not. iâm not, y/n. you know that, right?"
the room feels heavy, like the air is thickening with every word. you want to say something, to tell him that you believed in him once, that you saw the good in him, the real lando, but itâs not that simple anymore.
"i fell for you," he says, voice trembling, eyes glistening as he stares up at you like you're the only thing that can save him. with the rapid blinking of his eyes, tears start to fall and so does your resolve. "i wish i didnât put you through this, but i did. and i didnât know how to be that guy⊠the one you deserved. but i tried. iâm still trying."
itâs quiet for a moment, just the sound of his ragged breathing and your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
you look at him, really look at him. his face is flushed from the alcohol and the tears, but beneath that, you see something more. heâs broken in ways you never let yourself see before.
all the cockiness, the bravado, the charmâit was all just a shield. he never thought he was good enough for you either, and maybe thatâs why you left. you repeat it to yourself but it was a losing war.
the old lando wouldnât be here, in front of you, crying and baring his soul. he wouldnât have admitted any of this. isn't that reason enough to give him another chance?
he was selfish before, reckless, hiding behind his reputation as the playboy, the fun guy who never cared too deeply about anything. but now, now you see the cracks. you see the vulnerability heâs tried so hard to bury and it kills you to give in but the words leave you before you can stop yourself.
"i thought you didnât care," you admit softly, feeling all your defenses start to crumble. "thatâs why i left, lando. i didnât think you could care."
"i fucking love you," he lets out a bitter laugh, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. not believing what you were saying at all. "i care too fucking much. i just⊠maybe i donât know how to show it right."
you sigh, sitting down beside him on the couch, still keeping a little distance between you. "itâs not about showing it right. itâs about showing it at all."
he looks at you, his gaze softer now, more open. "iâm sorry. i know iâve been⊠i know i fucked up. but iâm⊠i love you, y/n. i really fucking love you. and i didnât know how much until you werenât there."
his words hang in the air, and for the first time in weeks, you donât feel anger or hurt. you just feel⊠sad. sad for him, sad for you, sad for all the misunderstandings that led you here.
you reach out, gently brushing a lock of his hair from his forehead. he closes his eyes at the touch, leaning into it like heâs starved for your touch. he probably is because so are you.
"iâve changed," he murmurs, his voice thick with exhaustion. "i swear loving you has changed me."
you donât respond right away. instead, you lean forward and press a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. his skin is warm beneath your lips, and the simple gesture feels more intimate than anything youâve ever shared before.
when you pull back, lando looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes, his emotions raw and exposed. "i love you too," he mumbles, his voice barely audible, like heâs falling asleep or slipping into a dream where things are better, where youâre together again.
you donât know whatâs going to happen next, or if you can really fix whatâs broken between you. but for the first time in a long while, you feel like maybe⊠just maybe, you can try.
and maybe this time, itâll be different.
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Hi! I absolutely love your writing and saw that your requests were open so I thought Iâd shoot this over. If you donât vibe with it donât worry about skipping it. I was wondering if I could request a James x reader where they are living together and definitely love each other but theyâve kind of slipped into a roommate phase. Like theyâre just living around each other and reader starts feeling insecure and scared and doesnât know how to get back into normalcy. Maybe a little angsty with some fluff at the end
Thanks lovely!
modern au
James Potter x fem!reader ⥠2.4k words
When James comes in the front door, his shoes squelch. You look him up and down, dripping wet and mud caked up to his knees. You wince.Â
âRough practice?âÂ
âLike you wouldnât believe,â James says, dropping his bag by the door and heading for the kitchen.Â
Thereâs an exhausted slump to his shoulders, and his shoes leave a muddy trail of footprints, and you hate to do it, butâ
âWould you mind taking off your shoes?âÂ
âOh.â James looks down. You see him follow the trail with his eyes. âYeah, sorry.âÂ
âItâs fine.âÂ
You hate yourself as soon as itâs out of your mouth, because thatâs exactly the sort of thing youâd say if it wasnât fine. And yeah, youâre a bit peeved that heâd track mud inside after youâd mopped the floors just yesterday, but you know he wasnât thinking about it and youâd promised yourself just this morning that you were going to be nicer to him and now heâs sitting on the floor looking like his day is getting worse instead of better.Â
You try again.Â
âUm, I made dinner.â You step over him awkwardly, setting a hand on his head to help yourself. James doesnât shrink from the touch, but he doesnât lean into it like you could swear he used to either. The stove turns off like itâs relieved to do it, having idled for close to a half hour while you waited for James to get home. You wanted to try and eat together tonight; you used to do it all the time, but lately youâve been having too many couch dinners by your lonesome. âMacaroni and cheese, is that alright?âÂ
âYeah, thanks.â You jolt a little at Jamesâ hand on your back as he reaches around you for a bowl, and he looks at you, lips quirking like youâre funny.Â
You find yourself smiling back by muscle memory, a reflex almost forgotten. It lifts your heart.Â
âSo, how was practice?âÂ
James glances up at you, then goes back to filling his bowl. âIâve already told you,â he says. âRough.âÂ
âOh, right.â You huff out a little laugh. He passes you the spoon, and you take it without really looking at him. âSorry.âÂ
His answering smile is weaker this time. More a press of his lips than anything.Â
âDonât be.â He kisses you on the cheek, then goes, pulling out his chair at the table.Â
You take your seat, too. A lot of these base routines have begun to feel empty lately. They used to be an assurance for you, like if you always wore your same paths into the carpet youâd become so entrenched in this house, in Jamesâ house, that neither he nor it could ever let you leave. You loved knowing that if he was back from his run when you woke up in the morning, thereâd be a glass of orange juice waiting for you on the counter. That when the flowers on your kitchen table started to wilt youâd come home to a fresh bunch, and that if you called and told him you were having a bad day lunch from your favorite sandwich shop would miraculously show up at your work. Those things used to make your heart feel full to bursting, because they meant he was thinking of you.Â
Now youâre not sure what they mean. They seem like things James does because heâs supposed to, like part of a script, a routine. Chores.Â
As soon as heâs sat down, heâs digging into his dinner. James eats like a boy. Wolfing, like someoneâs going to take it away from him. You hope it means he likes it.Â
âWhatâd you do today, mâlove?â he asks through a mouthful.
And see, he says things like that. Calls you his love, asks about your day. Itâs all started to fall flat. You know heâll take whatever answer you give him, because youâve begun to suspect he doesnât really care.Â
âNothing crazy,â you answer honestly. âShaynaâs baby came early, so Iâm taking on a bit more at work until they can find someone to fill in for her. So thatâs a bit stressful, but itâs not awful.âÂ
âMm.â James nods, but doesnât offer more than that. His mouth seems to be perpetually full.Â
You fork a macaroni noodle, pretending you have more appetite than you do. Truthfully, youâve felt weird and off and vaguely nauseous all day.Â
Last night had been a bit of a breaking point for you. It came on rather suddenly. Youâd gone to bed long after James, but you couldnât sleep. You couldnât seem to tear your eyes from him, the way the moonlight snuck in through the slats in your blinds to fall across his sleeping face. He was so beautiful, and you loved him so much you didnât know what to do with it all, and then you were crying.Â
Youâd wept silently, wishing James would wake up, but you were unwilling to rouse him and he wasnât going to do it himself. Eventually, youâd fallen asleep with your pillowcase damp and cold under your cheek and woke to find Jamesâ side of the bed empty as usual. Orange juice on the counter.Â
âI was wondering if you might want to watch a film tonight,â you say lightly. âI saw theyâve put that sci-fi one you like back on Netflix.âÂ
âAh, have they really?â James swallows, forks another bite. âWish I could, but Iâm supposed to meet everyone at Spoons in a few minutes here.âÂ
Oh. The realization hits you like a dull thud, smack in the center of your chest. Heâs not eating quickly because he likes your food; itâs because he wants to leave.Â
âCanât you stay here?â Your voice is small. James looks at you like heâs not sure what to make of it.Â
âNot tonight, sweetheart.â He offers you a smile. His fork clinks in the bottom of an empty bowl, and his chair screeches as itâs pushed back. James brushes his lips across your cheek as he goes by. âWeâll have to do it this weekend, though, definitely.âÂ
You know by now these sorts of promises arenât meant to keep. They come written in disappearing ink.
He heads upstairs to change, and desperation grips you. It forgets heâll be home later and puts you hot on his heels, your own dinner left on the table barely touched.Â
âJamie, wait.â He pauses with his shirt half off, looking over at you in the doorway of your bedroom. âDonât you feel like weâve not had much time together lately?â you ask.Â
The plea is naked in your tone, and Jamesâ eyes soften. He tugs his shirt off, straightens his glasses.
âI havenât had time for much of anything lately,â he says, shrugging good-naturedly.Â
Itâs true. Heâs been busy. His new coach seems to think the team has nothing but time, and as captain James is expected to commit even more than most. When heâs not at training, heâs keeping fit on his own or running errands for his mum or sleeping it all off in your bed.Â
âBut you should come tonight,â James goes on brightly. âDorcas and Marlene will be there, itâll be fun.âÂ
He tosses his clothes in the laundry bin and makes his way over to the dresser. You cross your arms, then uncross them. Parse your words. âI donâtâŠI just feel like you hung out with your friends last night.âÂ
âYou couldâve come then, too,â he says, stepping into a pair of jeans. âThey all love you, you know that.âÂ
âI donât want to hang out with your friends.â It comes out sharper than you intend, though still less sharp than the look James gives you. Heâs finished getting dressed but doesnât make to leave. âThatâs not what I mean. I like your friends, but itâs notâŠthe same as spending time with you. It doesnât count, for me.â Your voice softens on the last two words, knowing that for James, it might very well count.Â
For him, youâve gathered, social time is social time. So long as youâre there, heâll feel just as connected to you as if you were curled up on the couch together having a private conversation. You wish your brain worked the same way, but it doesnât.Â
Heâs looking at you with something like trepidation now, so you state it plainly.Â
âI really miss you, Jamie.â A blockage rises in your throat. You swallow it back down. âI feel likeâŠI donât know whatâs going on with us lately.âÂ
âWeâre the same as we have been.â He looks confused, worse when your face pinches painfully.Â
âAnd thatâs all?â You try to blink them away, but tears burn in your eyes. âThis is just what we do now?âÂ
âNo.â James looks appalled, but you catch the quick glance he gives to the digital clock on his nightstand. âItâs only for now, just until the seasonâs over and Coach mellows out. Whereâs this coming from?âÂ
You blink hard, angling your head away from him. âNothing, sorry. Iâm just being emotional.â Your breath scrapes on the way in. You pretend it doesnât. âItâs okay if you have to go.âÂ
He shakes his head, and when you start back towards the stairs anyway, he says, âNo, come on.â In a few long strides, heâs got your elbow. He tugs you gently back into the room. âLetâs sit down, okay? Whatâs going on?âÂ
âSorry.â Your voice is pitchy and tight. You think you hear James inhale softly before heâs drawing you into a hug. It doesnât feel quite like it used to, but itâs still warm, still nice.Â
He sits you both down on the edge of your bed, arms still wrapped loosely around you. âWhat are you sorry for, baby?âÂ
âI was going to try not to make your life harder today,â you laugh wetly, pulling back from him to swipe under your eyes.Â
âYou donât make my life harder,â James says, somewhere near to dismayed as he slides his hand to your shoulder. âOf course you donât.âÂ
You give him a look meant to say, Oh, come on, but youâre not sure how it comes off with your face blotchy and snot starting to run from your nose. You take in a big breath. Â
âI think Iâve made it harder more than Iâve made it easier lately,â you admit, looking at your bedcover and also at nothing at all. âI didnât even really realize until recently, but Iâve just felt soâŠdisconnected from you lately. Itâs like even when youâre here, Iâm just around you and not with you, andââ Your voice catches. You inhale again. âAnd I know youâre really busy, but Iâm just trying to find ways to fix it.âÂ
Jamesâ hand drops from your shoulder, into his lap, and you lift your gaze. He looks crestfallen. âWhat do you want me to do?â he asks quietly, his own voice starting to sound raw. âI canât control these things. And we live together, I see you all the time. It doesnât seem fair to ask me not to see my mates.âÂ
âIâm not asking you to do that.â Youâre horrified. âBut thatâs just it, Jamie, itâs like we only live together anymore. Saying hi when you come in, waving when you go back out, those donât count as quality time for me. And I wish I could get the same feelings from being in a big group that you do, but I canât.âÂ
James looks at you helplessly. You shrug, just as powerless.Â
âI know itâs not your fault,â you tell him. A tear drips off your chin. âI donât know what to do, either. I just want you to know that Iâm trying, okay?âÂ
James nods for a minute. Thoughtful, heartbroken. He lets out a big breath. Your arms come around each other at almost the same time, so in sync you canât be sure who reaches for the other first. Youâre trying not to get snot on his fresh shirt, but he palms the back of your head, pressing your face to his shoulder.Â
âOkay,â he says quietly. âYouâre right, we should both be trying more. I think Iâve let myself get so overwhelmed that Iâm notâŠIâm almost not even thinking throughout the day, but thatâs no excuse. Iâm sorry youâve been dealing with all of this by yourself.âÂ
âItâs not your fault,â you repeat, and a little laugh rumbles through Jamesâ chest. He hugs you tighter.Â
âIt is a little bit, though, isnât it? I havenât been paying attention. But okay, letâs make a plan for now.â His hand splays out between your shoulder blades, and you clutch at the material of his shirt, both of you wordlessly trying to get closer as if you can make up for lost time. âCome with me tonight, please.â You go still, but James goes on, âI know itâs not a solution, but I canât back out and Iâd really feel so much better if you were there. Please, angel. And tomorrow, weâll stay in and watch something. Not a film only I like,â he gives your back a teasing little squeeze, âbut something we can both enjoy. Or we can just talk, or play a game, I donât care. Tomorrow is our night, yeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you sniff, nodding and pulling away slightly so you can wipe your face. James joins in, pinching your nose clean for you and wiping the snot on his jeans carelessly. âYeah, okay. Iâll try to clear my busy schedule.âÂ
He smiles. Itâs like the sun beaming through clouds. âIâd appreciate that. Really hard to get ahold of you these days.â You let out a little laugh, and his grin spreads. âGood. So thatâs for now, and at training on Friday Iâm going to talk to Coach about cutting down on our hours.âÂ
You feel your eyebrows pinch. âJamie, you donât have toââÂ
âI do,â he says. âIâve been a wuss about it, but everyone on the team is miffed and itâs really my job to handle it. Coach doesnât know everything yet, so I can at least give him some advice about how we operate best.âÂ
James palms the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and meeting you halfway. His forehead presses against yours.Â
âIâm really glad you said something. Thanks for being the smart one, as usual.â Your smile is small at first, but James nudges his nose against yours until it blooms in full. âWeâre gonna make it better, okay?âÂ
You swallow thickly. âOkay. Thanks, Jamie.âÂ
âDonât thank me.â His voice takes on a tender quality, and you push your forehead into his. He palms your cheeks in response, stamping his lips to your forehead. âLove you, sweetheart.âÂ
âI love you, too.âÂ
That was never up for debate.Â
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ALEX I JUST HAD AN IDEA...
so you know how spidey sense like, lets the spider know that there's a danger nearby before it gets to them? what if there was a spidey sense but for like, not danger. yk. like. LIKE...
i imagined hobie sitting by himself somewhere, not really paying attention? and then he gets this feeling that envelopes him whole and gives him the warm fuzzies and makes him smile, and he doesn't get what it is until his s/o comes up behind him and hugs him from behind, or like slaps his shoulders trying to scare him and he just wuvs them so much
im so soft you made me soft for hobie look what you've done!!!!
- your friendly neighborhood đ·ïž anon [ idc if emoji anons are so last year im spider anon now >:) ]
THAT FUNNY FEELING !
â hobie brown x gn!reader
â fluff, just straight fluff, hobie being so in love its crazy, petnames and lots more fluff
â hobie's spider-senses were giving him a new sensation, but he couldn't really put his finger on what it was
â ANON THIS IS SO ADORABLE MUWAH! ALSO EMOJI ANONS ON TOP I LOVE IT
Hobie had been getting a new warm feeling that he didn't understand.
It happened whenever he was at peace. There was never any danger near him or around him. He could be sitting there, minding his business, only for this warm feeling to engulf his entire body. His mind draws blank as itâs engulfed with that damn fuzzy feeling.
He could never say he hates it though. It reminds him of you.
It comes at him whenever heâs somewhere with you. Whether the two of you are just hanging out, winning a battle, or walking around, heâs randomly hit with a wave of a good-feeling. One that stays with him for a small while, that feels like happiness spreading through his body.
That's how he mentally connected it to you. Of course, he didn't think for a while you truly were the cause. Not until recently.
You practically begged him to come over, to take the day off from being Spider-man and hang out with you. Hobie always had a hard time saying no to you, so he agreed.
You were out at the local shoppe by this point, so he let himself in (with the spare key you gave him of course). He looked to find ways to entertain himself, settling on strumming his guitar. He kicked his feet onto your bed as he lied back in your desk chair.
After a small while, he started getting that feeling again. That fuzzy one that engulfs him entirely, making him feel good. He glances up to look around, but sees nothing. He found it odd, but maybe it meant you were back home?
Nah, he was kidding himself. The connection was probably just in his head.
â
You place your groceries on the counter, ears picking up the sound of a guitar playing. You smile to yourself. Of course you know who the culprit was. He had a key because of you anyways.
Slowly, you creep up to your bedroom, carefully cracking the door. You keep quiet as you admire your boyfriend from afar. He seemed so relaxed, which wasn't usual for him.
Hobie deserved some peace and relaxation after saving so many people. You seemed to be the only one who truly thought that. Miguel didn't see it that way. The criminals among New York didn't understand that. And even Hobie himself didn't think he deserved a break for doing what he's supposed to.
So watching him so.. unaware for once truly was a sight.
You enter the room as quietly as possible, creeping up behind him to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
When you crept up, Hobie was engulfed by that feeling again. A warm smile crosses his face when he feels you lean against him, laughing in his shoulder.
"There ya are." He said with a small laugh. "I had a feelin' you were home."
You raise an eyebrow, smile never faltering. "What? No you didn't! You were so unaware when I snuck up behind you!"
Hobie raises his eyebrows, the feeling slowly fading from his body. So he was right! That warm and euphoric feeling did come from you, his lover. No one else could make him feel that way, not even close.
"Oooh, does the tingle work even for me?" You ask in an excited tone.
"The.. tingle?"
You nod happily, moving so you sit on the bed by his legs. "Yeah! You know, the thing you use to sense danger."
God Hobie found you so.. mesmorizing. Your truly somewhat childish nature that wasn't that but close, he loved it.
"Nah, only works for danger, love." He responds, looking down and strumming his guitar.
"Then you can't sense me! I'm like a ninja. This is perfect." You say, standing and grabbing Hobie's arm. "C'mon, I have some groceries for dinner."
He nodded and stood, guitar on the bed as he followed you to the kitchen. Of course he was going to keep the sensation a secret. He wanted to keep that for himself, a way you make him feel. And besides, what's the harming in letting you think that you could sneak up on him?
It could bring more heartfelt moments like that.
â
Ever since then, Hobie pretended to be blissfully unaware.
He pretended like he couldn't feel you sneaking up on him to scare him. He pretended he never knew you were right behind him, waiting for him to see you. He pretended like he didn't expect your "unexpected" or "surprise" hugs.
Because honestly, he loved you. Hobie loved these little things, even if it sounded weird in itself. He loved having a partner who was always catching him off-guard with affection, even if he was sensing it.
There are random times when the two of you are just sitting together, each one doing a separate activity. He would be on his guitar and you would be catching up on your latest game or book.
Then, that feeling would hit Hobie. He would feel the fuzies he felt from before, and a smile graces his face. It prompts him to move to hug you from behind, nuzzling his head into your shoulder or neck.
When you question him, "What are you doing, love?"
He just sighs, smile never leaving his face. "Just love ya, so damn much sweetheart."
Certainly enough to make your heart melt and cheeks go red. You always found these moments slightly odd, however. He initiated those moments whenever you planned to try and scare him or give him your own surprise hug.
He always beat you to it. Not that you could complain, oh no. If anything, you welcome this with open arms.
You had a slight feeling that Hobie wasn't being entirely honest when he said he truly never knew when you were behind him. Hobie was always aware of his surroundings. But that didn't make you think for too long. You chalked it up to Hobie just letting his guard down around you, and that made you feel nice.
This new sense of Hobie's was his personal favourite, one that he's glad comes from you, the very person he loves and appreciates so so dearly.
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HI HI omg this is my first request
Can I order a coffee with side of crostata and crĂšme caramel served by 7x world champion Lewis Hamilton
And can the situation be they are both drivers and she pushed him of the track and won so after the race she avoids him until he catches her finally
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want to submit your own order! then check out the menu! there are tons of options and i'd love for you check it out! as for this lovely anon! thank you for the submissions! you know i love a good rivals au, i eat it up!! so i hope you love it! enjoy!
crostata (âstupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.â) crĂšme caramel ("oh. you thought you were getting away from me?") + coffee (rivals au) served by lewis hamilton (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, dom/sub, rivals au, driver!reader, mean!lewis, rough sex, driver's room sex, doggy style, unprotected sex, mean!lewis
you had been hiding since you pulled ahead in zandvoort, securing first place. you got past norris, you got past verstappen, and you even got past the seven time world champion, lewis hamilton.
maybe your methods were a little unconventional on the track, after all, you pushed lewis off the track as a meant to secure your spot. so currently the mercedes driver was upset with you.
so therefore you were avoiding him.
you and lewis had been rivals for close to two seasons. even if he was the seasoned veteran of the track. the top title holder with a model's face and the heart of an engine. and you were a little firecracker. you came onto the scene and drove like the devil himself was on your heels.
one the track, in the paddock or in front of the press. you were the first in a while to really give him a run for his money. while you weren't a beauty queen, the media thought you were their darling. when lewis accused it of amazing media training, you just smiled, "what's wrong hamilton, under my spell too?" and lewis wanted nothing more than for you to choke on his cock.
but, lewis was a good finder. and soon as you slinked through the empty paddock. everyone packed up for the night, you heard his voice, "is that the princess!" his voice echoed in your brain.
you swallowed and tried to start moving faster. but lewis had a wider stride and even if you tried to run. he would follow. after all, he wanted to see today's winner.
"there you are!" he said with faux sweetness in case there were any lingering workers. he grabbed you from behind and hoisted you around, "there's the winner! i was looking all over for you." you tried to make yourself dead weight so he'd let go of you, but when he whispered in your ear, your knees turned to jelly, "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"
"hi, lewis." you swallowed.
his hand was spread across your chest. he could feel your racing pulse. he exhaled close to your ear and said, "oh, you're very funny for thinkin' that, love."
"it was an accident."
"no, no. don't lie. where's all that bravado. you look like you're going to pass out. what about the spell you had?"
"i'm sorry for pushing you off the track."
he kissed a kiss on the back of your neck, almost tender, "words mean nothing, love. can i trust you to walk about thirty feet to my driver's room? can you be a good girl for me?"
"lewis, can't this-"
"no." he said simply, "if this was about half an hour ago i would've driven us to my nice hotel and we could've even had dinner before i wrecked you. but not now, now you get to be fucked in the driver's room." his tone left you feeling hazy.
you tried to stand your ground with him, "they didn't call it, so you have no reason to be mad. you can't just pull those cheap seduction tricks and except me to fall for them."
his hands groped your ass and he said, "no, no. it's just the princess getting her special treatment once again. she can do no wrong." he kissed your neck once more, "can't let that ego get too big. because if you stop winning and the shininess of a female driver fades. they'll drop you. but i'll always have a place for you, love. right between my legs."
your stomach twisted, you felt a throb of heat in your chest. you said softly, "driver's room, right?" there was no escaping this.
lewis let go of you, but took you by the hand as an extra safety precaution. he even swung your hand like you were lovers as you walked to his driver's room. meanwhile you were mentally screaming.
you and lewis have had sex before. it was an open secret in the paddock, so much so the press had caught onto it. but it was all a flurry of rumors. there was no evidence, only word of mouth from the poor employees that caught you in the act.
you got into the room without much trouble. despite what many thought, the driver's room was the worst place to have sex. it felt like it was almost designed for driver's not to have sex.
it wasn't spacious, something about the furniture left it almost impossible to get intimate at a good angle. and that was where lewis was going to teach you a lesson.
lewis started to get undressed and expected you to do the same. he locked the door so there was no intrusion. if someone with a camera caught you, it would be international news.
then the press would talk about the eventually wedding and kids. and even the mere thought of it made you feel disgusted. being married to lewis, you had a career to go after. women to inspire! you couldn't be tired down to a man like lewis.
but yet he had you on the carpet, your hands above your head with your ass in the air. there was something domineering about him in that moment. the charming lewis, a true face of formula one, had you spread out on the carpet, ready to devour you.
you tried to get out of your clothes with your head pressed against the carpet. you kicked off your pants and struggled to get your panties off, briefly getting tangled in them.
lewis chuckled, "stuck there, love?"
you replied, huffing against the carpet, "i'm fine, i'm fine." you got out of your clothes and yelped when lewis smacked your soft ass.
"i have to admit." he said as he leaned back on his heels with his hard cock in hand, "you are very pretty. you could sell tickets with that face, but if you showed a little more. you could sellout tracks."
you arched your back and sighed into the carpet, "is that why you show all that skin online."
he leaned on top of you, his cock almost slipping in. he said, "no, no. i do those because i know you're looking. you still follow me online, love. i know you're watching and i like showing off."
you felt your heart skip a beat and you gripped into the carpeted floor, "fuck, lewis."
he pulled away a little and then rubbed the blunt tip of his cock up against your slick entrance. he said, "i know, i know. i'll make it all better soon." then eased into your pussy, which made you make the sweetest noises for him.
such a foe on the track, but when you were under him, you were a little lamb. you wouldn't hurt a fly. or push someone off the track.
he held onto your hips as he started to move. there was little time for introductions. the need to fuck was intense, it was causing your blood to run hot. you held onto the carpet and tried to meet his pace, but he kept it in a way that threw you off.
"you look good under me." he chuckled, his mouth was near your ear, he was keeping your top half pressed with the carpet. the material of it rubbed awkwardly against your breasts, leaving them a little raw from the movements.
"lewis. please, i'm sorry." you croaked.
he replied, almost softly, "i'll forgive you when you make me finish. can't be in a good enough mood to forgive when i'm hard as fuck." his lips trailed down your neck, and it made you shiver.
you whimpered a little, the feeling flooded your brain. the rush of feelings left you feeling hazy. your heartbeat felt distant in your ears as he continued to fuck you.
it was private, but it felt so public. someone with the right key could easily find lewis hamilton taking apart his rival. you were his favourite one, in a total honestly if he'd want anyone to beat him, it would be you.
but he'd never tell you that, he'd push you to your racing and sexual limits, leaving you gasping for more. flood that little head of yours with the reminder of how he made you feel.
you came and you had to cover your mouth so you didn't make so much noise. you didn't need to have people outside the room starting to get curious about what was going on inside. the feelings hit like a brick, a swift kick to you that left you aching. your noises, while muffled, made lewis want to fuck you harder.
you panted into your palms and arched your back. your eyes rolled back a little from the intensity. when you started to come down, lewis was still thrusting up into you. your noises were more passive as he continued to move against you.
"pretty girl." he said, "all fucked out under me." he shook his head a little, "i wonder what your team would think? having you spread out under me. no matter how many podiums you take, you'll never be me." he leaned forward, making sure every last inch was inside of you. he kissed the apple of your cheek and said, "i'll show you sometime, what a world champion trophy looks like." his voice was venomous and it bit at your lust riddled head.
"lewis."
"it's only fair." he curved your back a little more, getting at just the right angle, "it'll be the closest you ever get to one."
his harsh words made sparks in your head as you came once more. this time you sounded a little more desperate as you weren't able to cover your mouth. but that was enough for lewis, two heavy thrusts and he held onto you as he came.
you dropped your hips onto the floor and some cum ended up on the carpet. you panted wildly, not able to find words. but you could feel lewis' heated gaze.
he chuckled a little and rubbed his eyes, the feeling was intense even for him. he could feel the blood rush in his body, like when he raced. he said, "this is how i like you. all fucked out and not causing me problems on the track."
you made a small noise, your tongue unable to produce words. next time, think about running one of the greatest off the tracks. <3
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I finished Veilguard btw so here's my long thoughts (be warned I've been writing notes during my entire playthrough so this is very long) for folks who want it:
My favorite parts of DAV:
Best level design in any DA so far. The platforming grew on me, and I think the levels were well-thought out and mostly fun to navigate. Arlathan Forest was exhausting but other areas felt nicely balanced with branching paths, hidden rooms, etc. Exploration in smaller contained maps done right imo.
Mage combat is really satisfying at higher levels. Pure ranged combat is totally impossible unless you have Davrin and Taash popping taunts back to back, but dropping a massive AOE while fighting close-range feels good too.
Being able to auto-equip and compare new gear is great.
Same with the codex entries. Not having to hunt down whatever note I just picked up is a huge improvement.
Upgrading equipment via duplicates incentivized treasure chest hunting, which I would have otherwise skipped lol. It really helped me slow down and take time exploring areas, and I appreciated that.
The final act didn't make the previous 70+ hours feel better, my fault for spoiling most of it for myself, but it was neat. Cool set pieces, cool fights. I was worried Elgar'nan was gonna have the same moveset as the Regrets, but his final battle was great.
Oh, I forgot Felassan! His notes were a tragic delight. Such a good man. Funny too. They didn't need to kill Varric to make Solas less sympathetic...I think Felassan's betrayal(s) serve that purpose well already.
Rook & Their Faction:
Without rehashing what I've said over the past few weeks: this is my least favorite protagonist.
Being a funny and sarcastic and irreverent hero in a DA game is not new. Not having a choice in the matter is. The Inquisitor was pretty fixed in their tone too (cant even choose a personality for them in CC) but even they had better aggressive options available.
Folks say not to judge Rook's depth by a Lord of Fortune playthrough but since factions are asymmetrical on purpose here are my impressions:
The Lords of Fortune didn't contribute to my run in any meaningful way other than getting Emmrich hot which is not unique, as it turns out, to any particular background. In fact, learning Natalene was a galley slave as an aside detracted from my experience. Being a former galley slave, former Circle mage (again: Rivain doesn't have Circles), semi-Dalish city elf with DIY vallaslin is unreal. Especially as characters continuously imply Rook is a young 20-something. The fact this wasn't immediately caught and course-corrected shows -- to me -- how hectic and spread-thin DAV's development really was. :(
Story & Antagonists:
Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain have cackling witch disease. No motivations outside of power. That was a little disappointing. Was also hoping they'd at least comment on Rook/Davrin/Bellara's vallaslin but they're too busy plotting world domination to really notice. Love their designs though. I'd love to hear a deep dive on how they animated Ghil's tentacles.
Veilguard feels like an immediate follow-up to Trespasser, not the ten year timeskip it says it is. I wonder if that's a symptom of adapting the live service story (content that was likely meant to stretch, similar to Anthem and Destiny, over a decade) for single-player.
I miss the politically-motivated meddling. Every villain is allied with the Evanuris. We needed some that aren't. The Right and Left Hand of the Black Divine, corrupt brothers of the Imperial Chantry, the agents of the Archon, a Minrathous street gang, some Rivaini pirates, anything, anyone.
It's crazy how all elven resistance seemed to evaporate with the dissolution of the Dread Wolf Army. As much as I'd hate seeing them duped and betrayed by SolasâŠI prefer that to just pretending everything's fine now. I could easily see alienage elves and slaves take Cyrian's path, desperate for change no matter the source, especially since oppression is all they've known and there's no end to it in sight. Especially with their gods confirmed as the source of the blight. All downhill from here I fear.
The Butcher. Would. That voice and that frame....it purred I fear. But even he was not immune to cackling witch disease. Wish he stuck around longer for personal reasons. My South is under siege and I aint talking about Ferelden.
Combat:
I found myself switching builds a lot, which was nice and kept things fresh. That being said: DAV needed loadouts for skills and equipment and a menu showing active passive skills + enchantments. A QOL update for this stuff would have been amazing. I want to try an archer run, but I dread (đș) fussing with skill tree nodes again.
After fighting Mythal (my first full dragon fight) I was disappointed how all dragons share her same attack patterns. They didn't have to reinvent the wheel or anything -- this was the case with dragon battles in DAI and I thought it was fine -- but Mythal of all enemies should have been unique.
High-level demons are limited to Rage and Pride. High-level darkspawn are limited to Ogres. I miss those little scrungly lookin' despair demons and nasty ass hurlock emissaries. After 60 hours I did get a little tired of the same handful of mobs over and over.
Companions & NPCs:
The Veilguardians feel like my kids. Except Emmrich who's absolutely convinced he's in an age-gap relationship with my older lady Rook. It's not that they're uniquely dependent or rudderless, it's that their struggles are solved with nurturing pep talks. Reaffirm their worth, give them a hug, and all that inner turmoil is cancelled. Rich coming from the 'I should have been able to influence my companions more in DAI' girl, but Rook's impact on the Veilguard, the way their doubts vanish completely via some life coaching, feels off.
Speculation: I think the companions were originally planned to be NPCs. Their written banter in some of the notes, their verbal banter throughout the Lighthouse, they feel like they're meant to stay in the hub and act as quest-givers in the live service game. Especially with how Rook is excluded. That's fine btw it just helps explains some things. (Just remembered something else: when you talk to quest NPCs out in the world and the camera focuses in on the conversation, you can't see your companions. They chime in with disembodied voices, always hidden out of frame. That also gives me the feeling they were added later. Not confirmed btw just my hunch!)
Torn about Taash. I love them for breaking the 'agreeable companion' monotony but hate the ~animalistic race~ tropes they were saddled with. I've had issues with Weekes' handling of race and culture in the past. I'm disappointed to see it continue a decade later. I'll leave it there. Sten cannot smell ovulating coochie!
I tried to kill Lucanis during the final assault. Had full faction strength but I didn't complete his personal quest. It didn't work. Sorry Zevran!
Shathann's VA was acting her ass off. Great performance. Absolute bars from Taash's VA during their scenes too.
I dreaded (đș) opening the Lighthouse map to see who wanted to talk. I usually love chopping it up and getting to know my party; that's my favorite part of any DA game. But so many conversations were just spent restating the obvious (Bellara is worried about The Gods and her brother, Harding is worried about her powers and Solas, Davrin is worried about the griffons and Gloom Howler, you know like in case you forgot). Running person-to-person-to-person and feeling no sense of accomplishment or progress for it seriously drained me.
The Inquisitor⊠I assumed vowing to stop Solas would block my Lavellan from pining and questioning herself after a decade apart and two very clear rejections. She kept asking whether he could still be reasoned with even in the midst of the final operation. I'm disappointed how little that choice mattered in the end. The second-hand embarrassment was crazyyy.
Romance:
Now this part is a little unique. Sorry for what I'm about to say about Emmrich. If it helps: I found him the most fun of all the companions. He's handsome, thoughtful, and has a fascinating past. But I ended up being dissatisfied by the end, and not just because of being soft-locked into a May-December fling, cringe commentary from Rook, and feeling like I was straight-up harassing Emmrich in early flirting dialogue.
The main issue: I don't care for the Mourn Watch. I like the Mourn Watch characters, but the organization makes me crazy. We hear so little about how they function in the context of an Andrastian nation like Nevarra. Summoning the dead in a world that still believes souls join the Maker's side in the Fade is huge. I wanted to really dig into discussions on the afterlife but in the end I'm supposed to go 'waow cool skeletons' and forget that religion is such an important facet of Thedas. I was so bummed!
I made him a Lich because he didn't seem to care either way. Reuniting him with Manfred is morally good, turning him into an eternal protector of the Necropolis is morally good. Emmrich is happy with whatever, so I gave him whatever, and I said 'whatever' when it was all over. My god is that man cute, but the romance overall just didn't do it for me.
Should've known when I saw his rotunda lol Bioware you sly dogs you got me again!
Personal final thoughts:
Well? I don't think I'm sad anymore, but I am left with complicated feelings. Obviously things are a little different for me being an EA Partner and getting an idea of just how much work has gone into making the game exist period. And I think because I can't blame it all on one person, shit all over it, and move on that these feelings are just kinda churning with nowhere to go.
Things could have been handled better. Didn't like the attempt to hide the world states until launch, or the dismissive comments from writers about it. Didn't like the AMA answers. And this isn't really my business but I'll say it anyway: I feel like the community council was thrown to the wolves, having to base their DA4 impressions around the sliver of content they were allowed to see, and having a much more hands-off role than implied.
I hope DAV is taken as an opportunity to refocus, double-down on what makes Dragon Age so beloved, and lean into those strengths unapologetically. Easier said than done -- as much as I loved Swen's speech about creating games free of marketing expectations and mimicking the latest trends that's often times impossible -- but I want to believe it can be done in this case.
Anyway both Sabine & my antibiotics are complete and I'm overcoming my moodiness and getting back to work on commissions! I've cured the Blight in more ways than one! đ
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