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I was thinking about Buddy's character arc earlier!
It's really, really rare that you see a redemption arc like Buddy's work so well in a romance, and that's because there's often some level of excusing abusive/harmful behavior on past trauma/characters/factors. I love Buddy so much, but early Buddy put in the WORK to make Chase's life hell.
Romance novels/webtoons are especially guilty of this--how often has the protag forgiven the love interest within two chapters? how often has the love interest even apologized for what they did, or illustrated remorse by actually trying to change?
And I think what really sets Buddy's arc apart from a lot of other redemption arcs is the decision to not give us any details about his past. We can somewhat discern Buddy isn't doing great, something Chase has picked up, but we also know Chase isn't doing great, something Buddy has not realized.
Chase said it best--regardless of whether it's morally right or not, if Buddy treats him shitty, Chase will call him out on it. Chase has the same amount of information as we do, and he makes it clear that it's not enough to justify the way Buddy treated him.
And Buddy CONFIRMS that, much later, by apologizing. Most importantly, we know Buddy's sincerity in the way he's clearly harboring guilt--his hesitation over Chase's injured hand, his scorn for his tendency to worsen a situation, and his reaction to Vampire-Guy's heart-filled speech.
What all this means is that we know Buddy feels upset and remorseful for what he did + how he treated Chase, without really knowing the angsty logic behind it. And that's brilliant, because Punko manages to use Buddy's facial expressions and cleverly-placed crumbs of information to help us sympathize with him without even giving us the trauma.
We as readers can't excuse his behavior (bc we literally do not know WHY he was that callous--the guy stuffed bugs in Chase's shoes and set traps to catch the kid), but we can compare who he was with who he's trying to be. And somewhere between the two, we can almost see the authentic, genuine Buddy.
It's such a brilliant way to set up/carry out the redemption of Buddy. If you check out episode one Buddy (please do), and you compare with episode 53 Buddy, it's an absolutely insane difference. You think ep1 Buddy would cry out for help? Would hug Chase? Would even consider apologizing to Chase, let alone saving him from a creep? Excluding the bit where Buddy tricked Deacon into nearly getting mauled by wolves, of course, but that was character-consistent and hilarious and honestly, would he be our boy if he wasn't slightly maschotic
Anyway, I love seeing a good character redemption arc, and I genuinely think Buddy's is one of the better arcs I've read in such a long time.
#cinderella boy#chase hollow#buddy#stargoth#all i do is fixate on characters that make me lose my mind#And I loved the speech Chase gave him#about how Buddy couldnt just apologize#and I love that hes genuinely sorry#i hope this makes sense lol#i was too sleep-happy#and now im slowly getting sick#the duality of students
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summary: you wear Marcusâs gold laurel crown while he worships you.
pairing: Marcus Acacius x afab wife!reader
warnings: 18+ mdni. smut. body worship. basically, treating you like the Goddess that you are. feels. praising. oral sex (f). fingering. cream pie. i'm sure there are inaccuracies so just don't pay them any mind. reader is abled bodied. no y/n. no beta. w.c: 1.6k
an: so i had this thot the first time i saw Marcus and i haven't been the same since.
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War is dreadful and barbaric.
Marcus plots the Emperor's commands despite the incessant regret that sours his stomach. His army of men slay soldiers and pillage towns. There is savagery wherever he looks. As he's aged, he's become callous to the bloodshed, no longer the feral ravenous beast he once was.
Finding you warming his bed is a sight bestowed to the Gods, he thinks.
His body aches, muscles sore from weeks on the battlefield, but the moment he sees you, all his pain vanishes. His white and gold armor rests against the foot of the bed; signs of war have no place in this sanctuary.
You beckon Marcus in the silence of his bedroom, lit only by candles that make the room glow an ethereal hue, while your supple body is wrapped in his cream-colored sheets like a bouquet. Your fingers find his as he climbs into the bed, interlocking like vines along a lattice as he lies beside you. He rests his laurel-crowned head on your lap like a child longing for warmth and compassion.
Marcus gazes up at you, his other half in this forsaken world, his goddess.
"You did well today." You praise, smiling down at him, remembering how regal he looked in the golden diadem as he gave another victorious speech to the crowd.
Marcus hums as you run your fingers around the golden leaves and through his curls. He allows himself to rest in your divine embrace, if only for a moment. Your heavenly harmony soothed his worn, remorseful soul.
"I do it all for you, my Lady." the General purrs, tenderly lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles.
Marcus's white tunic shifts as he rises to his knees and plucks the crown from his head. His curls bounce with the movement before he places the crown atop your own.
You timidly raise your hands, feeling the intricate design and the solid gold leaves as the crown sits heavy on your head, but he looks at you with awe.
"I've never seen such beauty in all my days." Marcus compliments like a man staring at the sunrise for the first time.
You were the shining beacon that kept him sane during the days of war, and he would make sure you knew the effect you had on him.
"My Empress," Marcus gently tugs the sheets, dragging the cotton down your body. He relishes your voluptuous form with a soft groan. "It's been too long since I gazed upon you." The skin at the corner of his eyes crinkles as he trails his gaze from the tips of your toes to your gilded halo.
His hands burn. He flexes them at his sides as he hungers to feel your tenderness, warmth, and compassion. "My goddess."
Your face flames as your lashes flutter to the sheets, overwhelmed by Marcus' adoration. If he only knew that you'd happily drown in the wake of his love. Â
A solid finger lifts your chin to meet his sober stare. "Do me the honor of watching me pour my devotion upon you."
A lithe gasp falls from your lips as he drops his hand and lightly cups your breasts. Worn and calloused, the hands of a known killer, though he's always so gentle with you, your nipples pucker as he skims each bud with delicate circles.
Your lips part with a gasp, chasing his hands when he withdraws. He chuckles at your panting breaths. "Do not fret. There is still much time to ravish you."
His mustache tickles your skin as he leans and sucks your left breast into his mouth. Tounging the pert bud, he brings succulent pleasure to the surface and a soft cry from your lips. He massages the right with expertise, kneading and pinching, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply until he has you squirming.
He strives to leave no spot unclaimed. He's a man of his word; nothing can stop him once he's begun. Stone walls and fleets of men wielding swords and canons cannot stop him.
Soft lips trace under the arc of your breasts before moving to your ribs. A mischievous tongue darts out at the curves, tasting the thin layer of salt on your skin.
"I'd sail across the ocean for you." he professes; the timbre of his voice is as deep as the sea.
A barrage of kisses presses to your waist and the softness that you carry. Marcus's stormy beard lightly grazes your skin as he makes his ascent, leaving pebbles in its wake.
"I'd fight my own army to get to you."
Your fingers card through his locks as he settles between your thighs, making room for himself and pushing your legs apart. He hooks them over his broad shoulders with a devilish smirk. A wry tongue licks a straight line from your pulsing opening to the crux of your mound, making you tug his hair with a wanton mewl.
Marcus stills, like a predator, having just sunk its claws into prey, and presses his scarred, aquiline nose into the soft curls that top your mound. His nostrils flare as your heady scent invades his senses. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he lowers his head, watching you from under his lashes. His once enchanted eyes have now become slivers of torrid black as he latches his teeth into your fleshy mound. Â
You cry out from the impish bite, hips unconsciously grinding toward your lover as he unlocks his jaw and finally smothers your cunt with his mouth.
Your nerves sizzle from the immoral embrace as his tongue dances over your clit. Nimble fingers trace your sticky petals, dipping in and out of your hole, drawing more blood to fill your already throbbing folds. Your heart beats in time with the pounding of your lower half as Marcus takes his time to worship you.
"Seems my Lady enjoys my touch." He purrsâ a slick, shiny grin plastered on his face.
Your body bends, curving sharply like a bow aimed and waiting for the charge. Marcus keeps you primed like the General he strived for ages to become. "Tonight, you will not want," he claims, notching two fingers at the opening of your core.
He holds your fiery stare as he presses into your soaked channel. Your head lolls, and your eyes flutter like butterflies as his thick digits widen your velvet passage.
"Always so good to me." Marcus coos, curiously curling his touch along the hidden ridges deep inside. His cock aches, soaking the sheets with his pearly spend, desperate to be inside you. "Letting me adore and worship as I please."
You want to hold him in your arms and repeat every word he praises back to him in a whisper, but Marcus is a man of his word; tonight is about you and only you.
His shoulders stop your legs from closing as a violent wave of pleasure rolls over you. A wicked laugh rumbles from the man as he suckles your inner thigh. "So close, my Lady. I can feel it." Marcus works his fingers in and out, driving you to the edge, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
Slick, drenched kisses stain your skin, another sign of his devotion, as your limbs tangle even more with the stoic man. His rough hands easily hold you down as you wriggle in his grip. Your breathing escalates, and blood pulses in your ears as the eager desire to come consumes you.
"Yes, my Love, take what I give you," Marcus begs, thrusting his weeping cock against the bed in time with his fingers, working you higher and higher.
Marcus wraps his lips around your clit, suckling and swirling the tiny bud until you're chanting his name. He tortuously hooks his fingers onto the spot behind your clit, forcing you to swell and explode into a mass of sparkling particles.
The moment your eyes blink open, having floated back down from your glorious high and into the comfort of Marcus' bed, he notches his cock at your creamy opening and thrusts himself to the hilt.
Your jaw drops with a silent cry. It's devastating and empyreal but your body welcomes him home like always.
"Her embrace is so warm and tight. Like how I dreamt on all those lonely nights", Marcus groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.
The image of Marcus touching himself in the darkness of his tent after a day of savagery makes your cunt quiver. The power you hold over this man is not to be taken lightly.
As you become one, your breasts press against his broad, dewy chest as he blankets your smaller frame and pushes you into the mattress with every cant of his hips, driving his length into the deepest depths.
Crescent moons pepper his freckled back as he shows you sights you've never seen, eliciting his name from your lips with a broken, gasping prayer. Your hold tightens around his bouldering shoulders, his thrusts gaining immense strength as the end closes in, shoving you up the bed.
Marcus noses your cheek, drawing your attention from the blissful heaven. "My Love," his hands encompass your face, from chin to temple, so cautiously, like he's holding a newborn. "I've never experienced such wonders than when I am inside you."
He continues to rock you in the safety of his arms and his bed, hurrying his thrusts when your eyes roll and your limbs become stiff. Marcus wants to meet the Gods with you and feel the rapture and glory as they carry you off into the heavens as one.
Marcus growls with bared teeth as he comes; his spine flexes as he spills his seed and fills you to the brim. He doesn't stop thrusting until his come is leaking onto the sheets, and your folds can no longer hold his offering.
You are his temple, and he will worship until the day he falls.
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Yan! PJO + HOO the first time they tell that they love the Reader? You can choose the characters you want to write! Love you work đĽ°đ
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âwarnings: none, just fluff, very soft!yandere and me being a cheesy romance reader.
âđcharacters: percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, luke castellan, jason grace, nico di angelo, will solace, piper mclean and leo valdez.
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âYan!PJO/HOO âThe first time they say: ''I love you.''
Percy Jackson had never been good at expressing his feelings in the healthiest way. He knew he loved you, he knew it from the first time he met you but he didn't know how to put those feelings into words, he just knew how to show them.
And he showed in an unconventional way how much he cared about you, how much he loved you. His favorite way and the one that worked the most, in his mind, was being a bully to those who bothered you. He once almost drowned Clarisse to death after she knocked you down in training. Percy only stopped when you begged him to do so.
He knew there was failure at the moment, so he decided to have another strategy. He needed to confess what he was feeling, get those suffocating feelings out. With the advice of some friends, Percy decided to ask you to go swimming with him. When you were sitting on the riverbank, chatting away, Percy used his powers and made several hearts with the water, along with the sunset, it became a romantic environment.
He got close to her face, held her hands tenderly and whispered loud enough, ''I love you.''
When his lips connected, Percy knew he had known true happiness.
Annabeth Chase always knew what she wanted and when she wanted it and she knew she wanted you. She knew it since she met you at Camp Half-Blood and she knew you were meant to be hers.
Due to her more reserved personality regarding her feelings, Annabeth didn't have much of an idea of how to express them to you. A simple ''I love you'' could be enough, but she wanted something more. She was proud and wanted something that really screamed for her.
So she spent weeks planning how everything would go. The atmosphere, the lighting and the exact words she would say to you. Annabeth had a whole plan, everything was carefully planned. She invited you to go with her to a more distant part of the camp, where you could be alone.
Everything was going as he wanted, the silence was good, the light was beautiful and most importantly, you were there. After you ate some fruit and talked a little, Annabeth knew this was the time. But she got nervous and could no longer say the speech she had planned, so all that came out of her lips was, ''I love you.''
But that was enough. She was slightly blushing and felt her chest fill with happiness when you said you felt the same and when you kissed her.
Grover Underwood is much more cautious in its approach. He is a satyr who is shyer than the others, more reserved, especially towards you. He knew he was in love, but he wasn't sure if you loved him back.
And the gods knew how much it would break him if you rejected him.
So Grover chose to just be friends with him, to yearn for you from afar. He was satisfied with this choice, with this position in his life, but it didn't take long for him to be consumed by jealousy when he saw another demigod or satyr near you. That's when he knew he couldn't stay in the shadows any longer.
He asked Percy and Annabeth for advice, who advised him to be direct, but be more romantic when confessing to you. Grover was still afraid of being rejected, but he couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least try. When the moon was in the sky and the stars were shining and the two of you just watched it, that was when he gained courage.
Grover was a bit confused with his words, but he managed to say everything he wanted. When he said, ''I love you'', you pulled him into a breathless kiss, sealing your love. Grover almost melted in his arms.
Luke Castellan was much more interested in his revenge against the gods than in his feelings. He tried at all costs to ignore them, that is, ignoring you, but it got to the point where he could no longer ignore what he felt.
He was soon overcome by feelings of jealousy, of anger that left him breathless when he saw you near another demigod. When you spent your time with others other than him. He knew he was being a hypocrite, after all, he was the one who left but that didn't mean you could replace him.
When he saw you laughing with one of Aphrodite's children, that's when he knew he had to make it clear who you belonged to. During a cold, calm night at camp, Luke invited you to walk along the beach because he wanted to talk to you.
His eyes widened slightly when the son of Hermes held your hands and with gentle words, the gentlest you had ever heard come out of his mouth, he confessed how he felt to you. You were surprised, even more so when you heard him say, ''I love you.''
Luke waited for your return and when you said you felt the same, he kissed you. For the first time in a long time, he actually felt happy.
Jason Grace was nervous about his feelings, shy even. He was confident in many ways, but he didn't know how to tell you, the person he loved most, how he felt. He had no idea how to make you see the truth, see what he really felt and not just words that could be empty depending on the context and the person.
He was sitting by the lake, watching the gentle waves as he tried to collect his thoughts. Jason knew he needed to find the courage to express his feelings, but every time he tried, the words seemed to slip out of his mouth, leaving him even more frustrated.
He picked up a smooth pebble and began to throw it into the water, watching the circles form and slowly dissipate. It was like his feelings, he thought. They were there, clear as water, but they were lost before reaching the surface.
The sun was setting over the horizon, dyeing the sky in orange and pink tones, while Jason felt increasingly restless. He knew he needed to find a way to show the truth, to make you understand without his words faltering. With his mind made up, he got up and walked to where you were sitting, looking at the sunset.
With a lump in his throat and his heart pounding, he sat next to her, took a deep breath and, on impulse, took her hand and let the words full of feelings come out of his mouth, in love, ''I love you. '', it was said and when he finished speaking, you kissed him passionately, admitting that you loved him too. Jason could die right then and there and he would be happy.
Nico di Angelo was afraid to admit what he felt, he was afraid for you. He didn't want to accept that he was in love, no, that he loved you deeply because he was afraid. Being a demigod was already a danger in itself, but being a child of the Big Three, a forbidden child, only made everything more difficult. But he was selfish, he couldn't stay away from you.
He struggled daily with his own feelings. The weight of being a demigod, a son of Hades, added an extra burden to his already tormented heart. Nico tried hard to hide his passion for you, fearing the consequences of this forbidden love.
Yet his soul longed to be close to you, even if it meant defying divine rules and risking his own safety. He found himself torn between the responsibility to protect himself and the uncontrollable need to be by her side. Every moment together was an internal battle for Nico.
He tried to be distant, but your presence next to him was constant. His eyes held deep secrets, and his silence hid the intensity of what he felt.
One day, when the pressure became unbearable, he summoned the courage to confess. With hesitant words, he revealed the whirlwind of emotions he carried with him. He was afraid of her reaction, but he could no longer deny the love that consumed him. Nico just let the words come out, he didn't try to stop them or control them, he just vented his feelings and when he said, ''I love you'', that's when he knew there was no going back. When you kissed him and returned his feelings, Nico almost cried.
Will Solace was excited to confess to you, to the person he loved so much. He could already imagine your future together and happily. But he was still unsure how to confess to you and he knew it would need to be at least perfect.
He was determined to make this confession a memorable moment. Will spent days thinking about how to express his feelings in the most sincere and meaningful way possible. One afternoon, while walking through the Camp, he saw some flowers that were planted by Demeter's children and, after asking their permission, he had an idea.
With determination, Will began to set the stage for his confession. The chosen location was a clearing near a waterfall, a peaceful place full of meaning for both of them. He spent hours arranging the petals, creating a delicate, winding path to a central point, where he positioned a carpet of grass, adorned with more flowers, forming a heart.
When you arrived at the place, with your heart pounding, Will took a deep breath and, with all sincerity and love, expressed his feelings. He talked about how much the person meant to him, how precious every moment shared was, and how he envisioned a future filled with adventure and joy together.
''I love you.'' Will said, his eyes shining with love. He waited for his reaction and when you hugged him, kissed him, he knew it was worth it. You were worth it.
Piper McLean was confident that you loved her back, not more than she did because no one else could love you like she did. She was very confident and knew exactly what to say and what to do to tell you how she felt. For her, all that was needed was words and a kiss to seal everything. She was a daughter of Aphrodite, after all, no matter how different she is from her half-siblings.
Her confidence was like an aura around her as she approached. Piper knew how to seduce with words, but this time, it was something deeper, something that went beyond the persuasion skills typical of a son of Aphrodite.
She approached you with a smile, her eyes full of determination and tenderness. It was like she knew exactly what you were thinking, like she could read your mind. With a gentle touch to her face, she whispered words that would echo in her mind for a long time.
''I love you.'' It was her first words after a long look and when she saw your face blush slightly, Piper knew what she would have to do.
You felt the warmth of her hand on her face, her eyes shining with a rapturous sincerity. Piper approached slowly, lips hovering close to hers, an emotionally charged silence stretching between you. When they broke apart, she looked into his eyes, a tender smile playing on her lips. There were no more doubts, no words needed. What existed there was a mutual understanding, a palpable love that no divine power could overcome.
Leo Valdez was always that type of person who lit up any room with his contagious energy and playful way. His relaxation and optimism were like magnets, attracting those around him. However, behind his constant jokes and his eccentricity, there was something deeper that he couldn't easily express: his love for you.
He looked for ways to show his feelings, but his mischievous nature and his difficulty in saying what he felt complicated him. He wrote letters, tried to be more serious at times, but always ended up turning everything into a joke, too nervous to express his true affection.
One day, in the middle of one of your games, Leo suddenly stopped, looked into your eyes and, with a somewhat awkward smile, said: "Did you know that I love you?" You almost spat out the drink you were drinking, without having not sure if he was just joking or serious.
When it became clear that it wasn't a joke, you stayed quiet for a few seconds, until Leo pulled you into a hug, placing his head in the crook of your shoulder. You closed your eyes and melted into the warm embrace.
''I love you.'' Leo whispered, holding you tightly.
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Die with a smile - Lewis Hamilton
Part of 1K Jukebox Event
song: Die with a smile - Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars - @carmenred28 & an anon (I combined both of your requests)
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
genre: fluff (to make it up for the last one)
wordcount: +1k
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The first time they talked about forever wasnât some grand, sweeping declaration of eternal love.
It was a random Tuesday evening at home. Lewis had been exhausted, sprawled out on the couch, his legs stretched across Y/nâs lap as she flicked through the channels.
He was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, but his mind was elsewhere, and she could tell.
âAlright, whatâs going on in that head of yours?â she asked, giving his leg a playful nudge. âYouâre scrolling aimlesslyâ
He looked up at her, his brow furrowing. âJust thinkingâŚâ he said, his voice quiet. âThe racing, the travel... sometimes it feels like Iâm chasing something I donât even know anymore.â
Y/n didnât say anything right away. She just watched him, waiting to see if his thinking would get anywhere.
That was one of the things he loved about herâshe never rushed him. She gave him the space to work through his thoughts, knowing heâd get there in his own time.
âAnd?â when she finally asked, her tone was light although it held a tone of curiosity.
Lewis shrugged, glancing away for a second before meeting her gaze again. âI guess Iâm just thinking about what happens after all of this. What happens when I stop? What do I want then?â
He could see the question in her eyes, even before she asked it. âAnd what do you want?â
There it was, the question that had been lingering in the back of his mind for a while now. He took a deep breath, his heart beating a little faster as he said it out loud for the first time. âI want... you.â
Y/n blinked, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She didnât need grand speeches or promisesâher fingers brushed against his leg, a simple touch that said, I do too.
âWell,â she said, her voice teasing but affectionate, âthatâs good to know, because Iâve kinda been banking on forever with you too.â
There was the nights after tough races. When nothing had gone right.
Lewis had been frustrated, angry, and wound up tight. Heâd spent the drive to the hotel from the track stewing in his thoughts, his jaw clenched as the weight of the day pressed down on him.
Y/n had been waiting for him when he got back, her eyes searching his face, reading his mood instantly.
âYou donât have to talk about it if you donât want to,â she said, her voice quiet but firm. âBut youâre not allowed to take it out on yourself.â
He had looked at her, caught off guard by her words, but also relieved that she knew exactly what he needed to hear. She always knew.
He sank down onto the couch next to her, fidgeting with his phone in his hands to try and control the turmoil in his head
âWhat if Iâm losing itâ he admitted, his voice raw. âWhat if Iâm not good enough anymore.â
Y/n didnât try to fix it, didnât try to tell him he was wrong. Instead, she reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his.
âYouâre allowed to have bad days, bad seasons evenâ she said softly. âIt doesnât make you any less incredible. But you need to give yourself a break, Lew. Youâre still a champion, and one bad race doesnât change that.â
She saw him, every flawed and imperfect part, and she loved him anyway.
There was the small things, the little moments that made up their everyday life together.
 Like the way sheâd always let him pick what they were watching during dinner, even though he knew she didnât care about half the stuff he was into.
He had noticed it one night, as they sat on the couch with takeout containers in their laps, a random documentary on space missions playing on the screen.
âYou know, we donât always have to watch what I wantâ he said, glancing over at her.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful smirk. âOh, so you do get bored of these documentaries too?â
He laughed, shaking his head. âNo, Iâm just saying, you donât have to sit through this if you donât want to.â
She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before settling back against the couch. âI donât mind,â she said simply. âBesides, watching you get all excited about it makes it worth it.â
It was such a small thing, something most people wouldnât even think twice about. But She wasnât just with him for the big momentsâthe wins, the parties, the glamorous lifestyle.
She was there for the quiet nights on the couch, for the moments when it was just them, being themselves.
And there were the harder times, the moments when life tried to pull them apart.
Like when he had been away for a few weeks, consumed by the demands of racing, and she had been dealing with her own stresses back home.
They had foughtâreally foughtâfor the first time in a while. He had been short with her on the phone, and she had snapped back, both of them too exhausted to think straight.
He remembered calling her later that night, after everything had calmed down. His heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her to pick up, unsure of what to say, unsure if sheâd even want to talk to him.
But she had answered, her voice soft and tired. âHey.â
Lewis exhaled, relief washing over him at the sound of her voice. âIâm sorryâ he said, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. âI was being an ass, and I hate that weâre fighting. I hate that Iâm not there with you.â
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, he thought heâd messed it all up. But then she spoke, her voice quiet but steady.
âI hate it too,â she admitted. âBut I know youâre doing what you love, and I love you for that. I just... I need to know that when all of this is done, youâll still come back to me.â
Her words hit him harder than he expected. And thatâs when he knewâshe wasnât just his safe place. He was hers too.
And of course, there was the night he was sure.
The night he knew without a doubt that he couldnât imagine a life without her.
They had been lying in bed, the city lights filtering in through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. Y/n was curled up against him, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
They werenât talkingâjust lying there in the quiet comfort of each otherâs presence.
After a long stretch of silence, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. âDo you think weâll always be like this?â
Lewis looked down at her, his brow furrowing. âWhat do you mean?â
She shifted slightly, her gaze still focused on the rise and fall of his chest. âI mean... us. Do you think weâll always be this close? This... in love?â
He didnât hesitate. âYeah,â he said softly, his fingers brushing through her hair. âI do.â
She looked up at him then, her eyes searching his face as if she were looking for something. And whatever it was, she found it, because she smiledâa soft, almost wistful smile.
âGood,â she whispered, settling back against him. âBecause I donât ever want to be without you.â
And now, as Lewis sat in the plush chair, staring down at the array of engagement rings designs laid out before him on the velvet tray, all those moments flashed through his mind.
And he realized he wasnât overwhelmed by the choices; he was overwhelmed by the gravity of what that ring would symbolize.
"Mr. Hamilton," the designer said from across the table, his voice calm, professional. "You mentioned wanting something unique. Something that reflects your relationship with Y/n. I can help you with that, but how would you describe your love, as in one sentence?"
He looked down at the designs again, his mind filled with the memories of their time togetherâ every laugh, every argument, every quiet moment that build on the decision heâd known for so long. Â
A delicate twisted band with intertwined diamonds caught his eye, reminding him of the nights she would trace lazy patterns on his skin, their fingers intertwining.
And when he finally looked up, meeting the designerâs gaze, he smiled. âOur love is... my greatest victory.â
And she was his forever.
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Orion Pax (TFO) x Cybertronian!Reader
Ay, Orion Pax - making my heart sigh and also make me want to smack the back of your helm. Nonetheless, you have my heart at your servo. (ŕš>Řâ˘Ěŕš) Gender Neutral Cybertronian Reader!
WARNING: Spoilers from the movie (Transformers One 2024). First love, angst, fluff. Meh, didn't felt too sure with this one but I hope y'all like it!
You and D-16 have grown to become Orion's saviours when he is being chased by the guards.
You worked at the mines as well, and Orion was always the bot to bright your shifts. If he was not getting in trouble or being a little menace to his best friend, he was with you.
He always tries to make you laugh or have a conversation with you before Elita pulls him away from distracting you.
He shares with you his wish to help not only the miners, but also every single cybertronian about the whole energon situation. And that makes your spark buzz with warm feelings.
"Wanna become our hero, Orion?"
"I just want to help... buuut I wouldn't mind becoming your hero!"
"Orion, get back to work!"
Orion Pax always felt his spark twirl whenever he saw you work ("(Y/N) always works so hard!"), when he sees you help someone. ("Maybe the guards could learn a thing or two about (Y/N)...") - D-16 always groans about how annoying Orion is as he never shut ups about you.
When the race day arrived, Orion had to constantly remind himself of his own plan, but he was slightly angry at himself since the opportunity to sit by your side and have fun was going to be sacrificed for this time.
Of course... losing in such a humiliating way actually made him want to become stardust. But he remained positive - and even more when Sentinel Prime told him and D-16 they inspired the miners! The idea of having inspired you made him nearly squeal.
... Aaand now, whenever the picture of your faceplate comes to his mind Orion is worried - when he is thrown into the lower levels with D-16 has him wondering if you are okay. And when he and his friends find out the true? His worry only grows.
In the whole journey you become a light of hope for him - to keep pushing and running, to go back to Iacon and reveal the true to bring his people justice and for you, too.
And believe me when I tell you - when he is back at Iacon, he hugs you as if he hasn't seen you in years. "(Y/N)!" He says, happy, as you hug him back in surprise and smile, in awe at how changed he looked.
Such a soft smile he gave you as he held you, your optics and his staring at each other. And let's not talk about how his speech made you and your friends find a new hope and will to fight for your rights and what it was correct.
On the whole plan to stop Sentinel, Orion prayed for Primus for you to be safe and sound.
The moment Orion Pax managed to push Sentinel out of the way and be the one to recieve D-16's canon firing, he felt pain - but not only from having half his body blown away, but for having heard your cry of despair as you had witnessed his murder.
In the pain of having seen his once best friend let him go to die, Orion Pax can only think on everything he did, on his friends, his people... You.
"Primus... that's how I am leaving them? With... the sight of my death? Leaving them... to cry?"
But despair doesn't remain, as Orion comes back as Optimus Prime and fights against Megatron - for his planet, for his people, to be able to bring justice and live another day with you.
When everything is done and Megatron is vanished with his new found followers, he finds himself hugging you closely, letting you cry in his hold as he thanks Primus for giving him a chance to see you again.
"Please - please, never leave again!" You sob, grateful for having him back in your arms.
"My spark will always call back for you, (Y/N) - I'll never leave you again."
Hehe, listening to My Clematis (from Alien Stage) as I was writing the part of Orion's death and Optimus' rebirth was something wild.
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hiiiiiii i just wanna say i love ur work so much. i was wondering if i could request a jason todd hurt/comfort fic. i recently had a really scary experience outside of a bar, and it has been taking a toll on me. maybe something like reader and jason fight over something silly, and then something like that happens to reader and he comforts them after and feels bad about the fight before? with a lot of fluff and reassurance. maybe he gives them a bath or something:) THANK YOUUUU
Never Let Me Go - Jason Todd
Pairing: Jason Todd x gn! reader
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst -> fluff
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: after an argument with Jason, you're left to fend for yourself outside of a bar
CW: attempted assault, attempted SA, chasing, slight violence, dissociation/shock (reader), arguing, alcohol, hurt/comfort, pet names (Jason calls reader baby/hun), bathing together, jason is snarky at first
sorry this took so long! really hope you're feeling better, but if you (or anyone else reading this) ever need to talk, my inbox is always open <3 i talk about my own struggles with ptsd on this blog, and i want everyone to be able to feel safe enough to talk about theirs, too
i tried to keep the assault scene short and brief, but i've also added cuts before and after in case anyone would like to skip it.
(title slightly based on this song)
âYou know that stuff is pure sugar and no alcohol, right?âÂ
You roll your eyes when Jason gestures to your drink with a look of distaste, hiding his snark behind the rim of his glass. Youâre tempted to remind him that the foamy beer heâs pounding back has even less alcohol than your Cosmo, but think the better of it. Heâs in a bitchy mood, and thereâs no point making it worse.
Heâd gotten into a fight with Bruce the night before, and had practically gone on a rampage through Gothamâs underground. The anger radiated off of him still when heâd showed up at your apartment an hour earlier, even after heâd flashed you a tense smile and planted a tentative kiss to your lips.
Youâd told him at least three times since then that he didnât have to come with youâgiven the bar was around the corner from your home, and you could stumble home from it drunk, backwards and in your sleepâbut Jason had insisted. As if you ever thought Jason would be able to relax knowing youâre out at a bar in the heart of Gotham, despite your assertions that you would only be having a couple drinks and maybe some chili fries.
You swish your glass around, watching the raspberry coloured booze slosh on the sides. âWe can go home if youâre not feeling up to this,â you say gently. âI donât mind.â
He gives his broad shoulders an irritating shrug. âYou wanted to get out of the house, weâre out of the house.âÂ
Though he doesnât say it, you can hear the unspoken words crackling through the air. What more do you want from me?
âBut do you want to leave?â
Jasonâs eyes narrow, black pupils forcing out imperial blue. âI go where you go.â
It takes more effort than youâd like to admit to resist tugging at your hair. Though itâs been years since he lived in Wayne Manor, and even longer since he studied under Bruce, the lessons he learned have never left him. Including this form of aggravating, diplomatic speech where his answers gave no answers at all.
âWhatever,â you sigh under your breath, crossing your legs and tilting your body back to your drink.
Jason scoffs, âwhatever? Really?â
âYes, really!â Youâre grateful that the mix of conversations and the drone of 90s rock are loud enough to cover up your rising voice. âI just wanted to get out of the house for once and youâre being mean.â
âIâm being mean?â Thereâs a cruel smirk on his lips. âThe only reason Iâm here is because of you, so that you wouldnât have to be alone.â
âI never asked for that.â
Your heart races painfully in your chest. Youâve never liked arguing, especially not in public when the both of you have been drinking and especially not when Jason is already chafing under the expectations of others. Itâs a nightmarish combination that leaves electricity sizzling in the air and everyone in the room on edge.
He chugs the rest of his beer, not even bothering to wipe away the tiny bit of white foam that catches on the shadow above his upper lip. âFine then,â he grumbles, and tosses a fifty onto the counter. âIâll see you.â
He leaves no room for protest, already barreling his way through the tables. By the time youâve even processed what just happened, heâs already at the door, back muscles tensing beneath brown leather as he yanks it open hard enough to shake the hinges.
You wait until you hear the familiar rev of his motorcycle before ordering another round.
Itâs late by the time you decide to pay your tab and head home. Your phone has long since been dead weight in your pocket, but even if it werenât, you wouldnât have bothered to check it. There was a part of you that hoped Jason would come back, that he would apologize, but that part is about as dead as your phone is.
Itâs brisk outside now, and cold rain sprinkles from above. The dark rain clouds block out the moon, dim flickering street lights the only light you can see. You take a long, deep breath that clouds the air as you release it, rubbing your freezing forearms. Home is just around the corner, but thatâs still an eight minute walk. Minimum.
A groan slips past your lips as you lean against the outside of the building, peering into the dark streets for any sign of a cab. A rock skids across the ground to your left and you snap your head in the direction it came from.
A man saunters towards you, his body encased in shadows. âNeed a ride?â
A shiver rises up your spine. You shuffle further to your right, trying to put more distance between you and the stranger.Â
He doesnât take the hint. He moves closer, purposefully slamming his boots harder into the ground to get your attention. âI said,â he repeats, âdo you need a ride?â
âNo,â you swallow hard, adding a quick, âthank you.â
You donât know this man, but you despise him. You despise his imposition, the southern twang of his voice, the fact youâre instinctually polite to him so that you donât risk pissing him off.
Despite your plea, he keeps coming towards you. âI reckon you do.â
The alarm bells in your head start to shriek. You shove off of the wall, stumbling only slightly before you regain your balance and take off down the sidewalk. Itâs dark and though you can no longer see him when you glance over your shoulder, you can hear the pounding of his boots on the pavement behind you.
And then his cold, clammy hands lock around your wrist and tug you hard. You strain against his grasp, using your entire body weight to get away, to go anywhere but here.
Heâs so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath, feel the warmth of his body. Not warm the way Jason is, but warm the way a fire you shouldnât go near is. You cry out desperately. The bar is still within sight, someone has to come out, someone has to see.
âWhy not just let me show you a good time?â He says, âIâm a really nice guy if you give me a chance.â
You drive your elbow into his arm and his grip loosens enough for you to tug away. You rip your wrist from his grasp, but as you do, you lose your balance and crash onto the dirty, wet Gotham pavement. With how cold you are and the adrenaline your heart is furiously pumping through your body, you barely feel the impact.
You canât see the expression on his face as you drag yourself across the pavement, but you hear a low chuckle. You imagine itâs similar to that of a wolf zeroing in on its prey.
And then, a booming voice cuts through the darkness. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
Jason sounds pissed, but it's maybe the most beautiful thing youâve ever heard. The most beautiful string of words in the English language.
The man spins on his heels away from you just in time to catch a harsh uppercut to the face. A loud crack reverberates through the buildings, and he goes down like a sack of potatoes on the concrete next to you.
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding, looking up at Jason through your lashes. âYouâreâhow?â
âOh, baby. Baby, baby,â he sighs, dropping to his knees on the pavement next to you. His new jeans are probably ruined from touching the groundâas are yoursâbut that seems to be the least of his concerns right now.
He cradles your head in his lap, his hands trailing up your damp, aching skin for any sign of injury. You shiver, closing your eyes and letting Jason hold you. The adrenaline flooding your veins has not yet diluted, and the calloused warmth from Jasonâs hands is the only thing keeping you from floating away.
âI didnât leave, baby, would never leave you. I was waiting around back when I heard you and,â he sighs, âIâm so sorry.â
His words are faint, so faint, and more gentle than youâve ever heard him speak. Though he clutches you tightly to him, the feeling registers as barely a whisper. And then youâre on your feet, propped up against his side as he helps you back to where he propped his bike.
Your mind is somewhere else now. Youâd have completely forgotten about your own body if it werenât for the frantic, rhythmic shove of Jasonâs heart against his ribcage with every step you take.
Youâre not sure how you got back to your apartment, but youâre sure it was through no small effort on Jasonâs part. Your waist is warm from where his hand restsâheâs refused to let you go for even a moment since he saw you on that pavement.Â
You shiver violently even after you return to the warmth of your home. Jason had wrapped you in his jacket but even that did little to stop the shaking.Â
He cups your face, a soft intensity in his eyes. âLetâs get you warmed up, hm?â
You barely react to his touch, or to his words. It doesnât take a genius to know youâre in shockâJasonâs seen it more than enough times in his lifetime to recognize it at a glance.Â
The shivering, that faraway and glassy look in your eyes, the way your lips move as if theyâll form words but no sound comes out. Your pupils themselves have almost doubled in size from the adrenaline coursing through your system.Â
Heâd take the crowbar a thousand damn times if it meant he would never have to see you like this. He would give away all that he has, and all that he is, to never subject you to this kind of pain.
âIâll be right back,â he says, and starts towards the dark hallway leading to your bedroom and bathroom.
You let out a choked gaspâthe most sound youâve managed since earlierâand Jason whips around. Blue eyes snap to yours, looking more like broken glass through the tears catching on your own lashes.Â
Donât leave, you want to say. Not even for a minute, not even for a second. But your words fail you, and all you have to fall back on is a gasp of air and the tears in your eyes.
Jason understands, though. âLetâs go together, then.â
He grabs one of your hands in his, and holds your waist with the other. You walk like that down the hall, Jason holding you tight and guiding you to your bathroom. He helps you settle down on the toilet seat while he runs a hot bath.
Jason has you sit on the side of the bathtub, only your bare feet resting in the warm water. He sits with you, his legs on either side of your own and his arms around your waist. Already, the shaking has subsided and your eyes have started to clear. Relief floods his system, wiping away the guilt thatâs been bubbling in his stomach.
He waits a few minutes, before saying, âletâs get you out of those clothes and into the bath.â
Itâs posed more like a question, his fingers tracing inquisitive circles on your hip. Heâs asking, you realize, if it would be okay for him to help you undress. If youâre comfortable being naked in front of him right now. The kindness of the gesture has your shoulders dropping from your ears.
âY-yeah,â you manage.
Jason keeps his touch firm, steady, while he peels your dirty shirt over your head. He has you raise your feet above the water so he can help you with your pants and underwear, discarding your clothes in a pile on the tiled floor.Â
He squeezes your shoulders reassuringly when he sees you hesitate at the side of the bathtub before finally stepping in and letting your aching body settle in the warm water.Â
Itâs an immediate relief. The chill your skin has taken on, the ice running through your blood, starts to defrost.Â
Jason watches you relax into the warm porcelain, your impossibly tense muscles finally loosening. âFeeling any better?â He asks quietly.
âIâm sorry,â you mumble quietly.
He grabs a washcloth from the drawer beneath the counter. âHey, none of that.â
âI just,â you take a deep, shaking breath, âif we had never gone out tonight, none of this would have happened and you wouldnât have had to help me andââ
Jason splashes warm water over your head. âNone of that,â he repeats. âI donât want to hear any of that.â
âButââ
âNothing that happened tonight was any fault of yours.â He brushes the wet washcloth across your face, wiping away stray tears. âYou did nothing wrong. I should never have left you, plain and simple.â
âItâs not your fault either, Jay.â
He strokes the washcloth over your forehead. âIâm supposed to protect you, hun. I didnât do a very good job of it tonight.â
âGet in here with me?â You clutch his forearm.
He chuckles. Itâs been a very, very long time since Jason Todd could comfortably fit in a normal sized bathtub, but for you, heâd do anything. Heâs gentle climbing in the bath behind you, propping his legs around the outside of yours so you can comfortably lay back on him.
Itâs a cramped fit, it couldnât possibly be comfortable for anyoneâbut Jason sucks it up for your sake. Despite the ways his knees ache from the angle he keeps his legs, it all feels worth it when you lay your head on his chest.
âThank you for being here,â you say quietly.
He plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head. âFor you? Anything.â
And you know he means it.
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brocon | a. oliver
⎠tags ; afab + fem!reader, unrequited love (from reader but not to oliver), presence of honorfics (nii-san mostly), incest (incestual roleplay and one sided incestual affection lol), oliver is not the older brother but he wishes he was, Too Casual About Incest in this one, oral (m!recieving), mentions of cervix fucking + deepthroating, cream pies, casual sex, 18+
⎠wc ; 2.5k
⎠a/n ; im reading too many doujinshis. everyday i become a little more insane. i miss you all. i also hate this guy.
c. consider this like a prelude by the way. im definitely going to expand on this universe rip.
also im dead fucking tired so tenses are all over the place. im gonna skip class tomorrow i think lol
⎠synopsis ; oliver is not put off by your brother complex. he probably should be.
Oliver isnât very meddlesome. Â
Heâs a captain, but thatâs as far as heâs ever willing to extend himself when it comes to getting deeply involved with other people. He loves soccer, loves strikers, etc. Annoying shit is tolerable if itâs for the love of the game. Â
So in terms of his willingness to interfere, it starts and stops at soccer. Â
The same is not true for relationships. Never has been really. He isnât sure if heâs always been like that. He got his heart broken in high school, before his career took off and get much time to think about what he wanted after. Â
Heâll never claim to be paragon of morality. Whether or not heâs pre-disposed for it, heâs been around the block and doesnât take anything too seriously. A lot of what heâs down for just depends on where heâs at and he stands to gain.Â
But, heâs always been straightforward about it so whatever. Â
 From experience, he prefers dating women with a lot to lose - career driven types. Long term, theyâre the easiest to break up with because they rarely chase after him and have little desire for the spotlight. He likes cute, innocent types too, for different reasons - but it can get messy easily so he has to be off season to fuck them or date. His type in men depends on what heâs feeling. He likes getting topped by quiet, stoic men and likes topping slutty pretty boys.Â
Case and point, Olivers type is whoever wants to fuck him and he wants to fuck too. Itâs not complicated and isnât defined by any particular thing. When it comes to appearance and personality - well heâs fine with whatever. Heâs not really interested in being exclusive. He likes to have fun and like freely, or something like that. Â
His only real criteria for sex and partnership are: discreet, sane, want to fuck him. Â
You fit one of those parameters for sure. Youâre very discreet. Â
But while you and Oliver are sleeping together, itâs not him you actually want. Â
Oliver met you a few months back. You were by yourself in the bar of a nice motel and dressed to the nines, crying alone over a drink. The game plan was simple. He would chat you up, console you, and bring you to bed. You both get to feel good, and you get to forget for a while. Â
An attempted act of kindness and sincerity. Â
He did just that too. Slid up next to you easy, bought you a drink. You were mostly sober - told him you had to drive early the next day. Alcohol was just to soothe your broken heart. You broke down after that. Red-rimmed watery eyes, barely keeping it together - it didnât take much effort for Oliver to get you to open up. Apparently someone you loved had just got married. You even gave a speech for the wedding. Sobbed a little about how youâre happy heâs happy but youâre devastated. Â
Oliver offered you a shoulder to cry on. Whispered in your ear real sweet about licking each others wounds for the night. How heâd be happy to help you forget. You went back to your hotel with little fuss. And heâs a half decent bastard after all, so he didnât go too hard on you during the sex. Gave you boyfriend treatment as a consolation prize for your efforts. Foreheads pressed together, arms around his shoulders, lots of kissing and making eye contact. Â
That kind of sex is fun sometimes, at least when itâs not very serious. Â
You had great compatibility in bed. Some post coital pillow talk also revealed that your mutual interests meshed pretty well - so you decided to see each other again for the purposes of fucking. Oliver needs a reliable partner who wonât try to ruin his career and you need a shoulder to lean on and forget about your true love. Â
It was working out well for him really. And like he said, heâs not really the type to pry into other peoples affairs. Â
For better or for worse though, having frequent sex with someone usually gets you acquainted with random aspects of their life. The friends parts of friends with benefits usually means youâre seeing some part of them you didnât sign up for. Â
It took three months of sleeping with you, around the 8th time you met up for sex, for him to realize who your unrequited love actually was. Â
He thought it mightâve been someone off limits from the way you spoke about it. Though you tended to avoid the subject altogether. Â
Had he known he was going to get involved with a girl that has the worst brother complex heâs ever seen, he wouldâve reconsidered seeing you again. Â
Maybe. Or maybe not. Â
Truthfully, Oliver is less bothered by brocon thing than he thought heâd be. He hadnât realized because of anything you told him. Just that once, you were laying on his chest when you got a call in the middle of the night from your older brother.Â
Youâre not the sweet type, to put it bluntly. Oliver would categorize you as the working professional sort with a lot to lose - high spec and calculating. Aside from the night he met you, heâd never seen you act in a way he would consider needy or childish - even after sex. Or ever, really - even when something happens that might garner that response. Â
Seeing the way your eyes lit up, the way your whole demeanor changed as you spoke with him on the phone. It didnât take a genius to figure it out. He didnât have plans to confront you about it at the time. It wasnât really his business, or at least thatâs what he told himself.Â
At a certain point though, he felt like he couldnât dance around it. Â
He brought it up on a whim one night. Regretted it because he liked your current relationship and didnât want it to end, but he felt it had to be done. Â
He doesnât know what exactly he was expecting, if anything at all. He thought youâd cuss him out or something. Tell him to fuck off and mind his business. Tell him to not be gross, maybe. Â
But he didnât expect tears, nor did he expect the childish sadness that came along with the mere mention of you beloved nii-san. Â
That had made him wanna pry. Â
It wasnât hard to get you to open up about it. Frankly, he didnât actually give a shit about the incest part, so you felt safe enough to tell him when he asked. Your older brother was basically your whole life. Youâre half siblings, abandoned by the same parent. You had a rough upbringing but your older brother took care of you and sacrificed a lot. You realized you were in love with him in middle school and kept it in since. Heâs about four years older than you and his wife is a very gentle person. Â
Oliver isnât concerned about the details. Heâs nosy - so he asks but he wouldnâtâve forced you if you didnât want to talk about it. But it seems like you really did, since you were happy to tell him anything on your mind. Â
You wereâŚdifferent after that. After he knew, you relaxed considerably. He didnât think of you as guarded until you stopped being that way and started acting more⌠docile. Â
Oliver doesnât mind that change either, which is shocking for him. Usually youâre far off but after you cum, you soften up and act kind of⌠cute. Â
 Youâre a little clingier, and generally speaking - sweeter to him when youâre guard is down. Itâs not like youâre doing it on purpose. You never ask Oliver to treat you any softer or get demanding with him. And thereâs never an instance where he has to worry about if thatâll change because as nice as you are to him, itâs clear as day that no one in the world will ever surpass your affection for your older brother. Â
(Once, after sex, Oliver asks you what you like about about your older brother. The question comes as a shock to you both, but mostly to him because he isnât sure why he thinks to ask. Youâre happy enough to answer it though. According to you, heâs perfect. Â
Heâs kind and thoughtful, gentle and doting, tall, strong and handsome. Youâve got little hearts in your eyes when you say all this. You add towards the end that part of the reason you sleep with Oliver is because theyâre so different you can forget all about it. Â
He laughs at that, but he isnât sure how sincere it is.)Â
As time goes by, Oliver never gets totally used to the change. As soon as you get a call or text from your beloved nii-san, you perk up like all the life has been breathed back into you. He hears you talk sometimes and itâs clear that your brother also probably has a bit of a sister complex. Â
 Youâre more open around Oliver sure - but it pales in comparison to when you get a call from him. How could a person be so different? He assumes the answer is love, but he canât wrap his head around it having that much impact on your character. Â
Oliver tries not to think about it. Â
Youâve continued sleeping together out of habit and as time went by - you started to hang out for no real reason. Itâs remained casual. You never want anything from him except dick and sometimes attention, but its clear that it isnât from the one sided hope of becoming his girlfriend. And he knows almost too well that you donât care for him in a special way because he knows what that looks like on you - and every kindness youâve shown him is just who you are. Â
Itâs not like Oliver isnât keenly aware of all of that. Â
But it doesnât stick until he offers up roleplaying with you on a whim. Â
He suggests it to fuck with you really. And maybe because heâs a little irritated by it. He wants to upset you a little, petty as it is. See how you react. He was expecting you to get pissed off, maybe even cuss him out a little over being a jerk. Â
That is not the reaction he receives. Instead you flush all over. Your hands fist on your knees and you get shy over just the prospect. Heâs had you bent in every position known to man but heâs never seen you more embarrassed then the very idea of uttering the name nii-san in relation to sex. Â
You do have a moment of sobriety after the fact, hit him with your pillow and tell him not to be a dick. Â
But then, he canât let it go. So he grabs you by the wrist and says itâs fine. Itâs what heâs here for isnât he? Always has been. Â
Only seeing it does it start to really click. Â
Itâs the most intense sex youâve ever had , and it doesnât feel profoundly fucked up until you take his dick into your mouth. Hearts in your eyes while he strokes your hair, swallowing his cock - nuzzling it, kissing, it and being so devoted he doesnât know if heâs the most unlucky man alive or the least. Â
Youâre always a sight for sore eyes when youâre hoping to please him somehow. Youâre a little haughty in bed in a way heâs intoâÂ
But fuck, itâs different when youâre doing it for your big brother. Heâs never seen you so horny in his life. Touching yourself so desperately while youâre deepthroating his length, eyes rolling back into your skull as you swallow him all the down to the base. Moaning into it even as you gag and hiccup and spit.. Drool clinging to your lips, stretched all the way to the corners - wetness sliding down the curve of your neck and chest. Your face flush, damp tears clinging to your lashes while he strokes his thumb against your cheek and tells you the same few words over and over. Â
Nii-sanâs so proud of you. Youâre being so good for your me. Over and over, reinforcing it again and again. Hearing the words and just thinking of it seem to be enough for you. Â
Itâs about the same when he does finally fucks you. Oliver gets into it at the end. Puts you in a full nelson and fucks you stupid, the head of his cock battering into you and demanding to be let in. You feel good split apart on his dick - pussy stretched so tight it barely fits him. Â
You always do your best to take him, but he sees what the affection does to you. You get so horny that you spread your legs without being fucked open on his fingers first. Your body is responsive to it. He almost feels bad for your brother, not getting to know what it feels like. Oliver is only playing pretending but your cunt squeezes his dick so tight, holds onto him like it doesnât want to let go. Itâs not even the real thing yet your body is keen on milking him. Built and bred like it was made for your older brother to fuck. Â
Heâll never get the chance too. Oliver relishes in it more than he can be honest about. Â
Once heâs inside, you tell Oliver in a lust drunk haze that nii-san can have whatever he wants. Thatâs when he knows youâre running on nothing but lust. And by then, he is too. You whimper when he moves - say yes when he hisses that heâs gonna fuck you deep enough to flood your cervix. Nod desperately when he offers to fuck your cervix open too. Â
Itâs nothing but filthy bullshit but the words come out easier as his cock keeps slipping out of you from how wet you are over the thought alone. Â
It finally settles in when when youâve nearly fucked yourself unconscious. Riding his cock with your tshirt pulled up over your tits, eyes closed and legs wobbling - saying it over and over. Begging for your brother who you love so dearly while you fuck on him with all the strength in your hips. Â
Seeing that makes him realize that heâs not a stand-in. Â
Only because itâs an impossible outcome in the first place. Â
Itâs the first time he cums inside of you, and the first time you cry after sex. Oliver holds you afterwards. You whisper a thank you so sincere to him afterwards he loses his fucking mind, all soft and watery and needy. Donât protest when he pulls you into a bath or holds you. Â
You stay with him through the night and he realizes right about then that heâs completely and utterly fucked.Â
Itâs his karma, he assumes. Wanting a girl who has a severe brother complex is Oliverâs own special hell - hand crafted to make him feel as fucked up as possible. Â
But damn does he want you bad anyway. Â
#tw oliver aiku#oliver x reader#bluelock x reader#oliver smut#bluelock smut#incest cw#im delirious as fuck sdkjhsjdflmkj#writing tag#me when i post this in the middle of the night and disappear HEKSDJKSD
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Undesirable encounter
(Claude Frollo X Female reader)
Synopsis: You were the new seamstress in Paris and Frollo suspects that you were harboring Romani in your shop. It looks like your first start was more tense than you expected...
A/n: I confess that I am in love with the Hunchback of Notre-Dame and I especially love the book. I hope you readers like it, and if you want to give me tips I accept (you can correct me too) If you want other Disney characters, you can ask međ.
Part.2 (Final)
(Guys, I don't know if you know, but the word "gypsy" is a slur and should not be used, the correct one is "Roma" Or "Romani people" I put "Gypsy" only in Frollo's lines since you know the type of person he is.)
It was just another ordinary day in Paris, you had arrived in the city a few months ago and worked as a dressmaker. You immediately became known for the beautiful dresses you produced for the girls and the beautiful clothes for the boys too. You had an excellent aesthetic sense.
But what you had in the way of talent, you also had in the way of kindness. When you heard about the persecution of the Romani people, you felt touched by the situation and decided to help them. It was very risky, but you weren't going to stand by and let it happen like the other citizens of Paris were doing, letting themselves be manipulated by Frollo and his hate speeches. There was a basement in your house that you used to store fabric and sewing materials. You took advantage of that room to help some Romani hide in case of emergency if they were being chased by the guards and if there was no time to run to the court of miracles.
And so it went on, you were extremely careful not to leave any traces, until one day or another these "rumors" ended up reaching the judge.
You were sewing up the sleeves of a client's dress, which had been placed in the moulage to make it easier for you to work, and your attention now turned to the bell that rang as soon as the door was opened. Immediately, the atmosphere of the place changed when you saw who had entered. You knew those clothes, the face worn by age and you couldn't forget that look of superiority and pride, because himself thought he was important and better than everyone because of his opposition and faith. Looking behind those glass windows, you could also see some of his men at the front of the store:
âBonjour, madame.â Frollo said sternly, snapping you out of your thoughts. That thick, authoritative voice gave you the creeps. âI'd like to know who owns this establishment. Your husband is here?â
âA-Ah! Good morning...â You forced a smile and stuck the needle into the moulage so you wouldn't lose it. âYour Honor, I'm the owner, and no, I don't have a husband.â
As you said this, the judge looked you up and down with contempt. Of course, in the 16th century, a young woman like you not being married was a disgrace to society, and on top of that, being able to read and owning your own business was even worse. You weren't tense or nervous with him in your store, on the contrary, you were so calm... After all, you cleaned out the basement and removed any evidence as soon as a family of Romani's moved out recently:
âI've received information that you've been harboring gypsies in your house and I'm here to find out the facts, have you been harboring gypsies?â He got straight to the point.
âNo, sir.â You pretended to be as honest as possible, fortunately you were good at lying.
âYou know that if you lie, the sentence for insubordination is death...â He moved closer in an attempt to intimidate her.
âMy conscience is clear. You have permission to investigate my store, since my words don't apply to you.â
âIf I wasn't allowed to, seamstress, I'd still make a point of searching this place from top to bottom, whether you agree or not.â
The older man signaled for some of his men to enter the store before you could protest or complain. Since you were the only one who seemed to have enough courage to go against the judge's ideas when you were right. They went in and started rummaging around for clues, looking everywhere, even under the skirts of the dresses on the mannequins.
Frollo looked you up and down in an nothing unobtrusive way, you didn't notice the glances, but as soon as you did, it gave you the creeps and you avoided looking back at him. He had never noticed you in the city before and he noticed your accent, deducing that you might be a foreigner. The judge couldn't take his eyes off you, you were a very beautiful woman and seemed so delicate, and it seems that some feeling awakened in him when he saw that you were without gloves and your dress showed your shoulders. He came out of his thoughts when a guard approached:
"Sir, we've looked everywhere and found nothing..." Being a clever woman, an idea came to your mind: perhaps it would be better if they looked at everything to leave you alone.
"Have you looked in my basement, gentlemen?" you asked, kicking the rug that hid the small door in the wooden floor of your store.
Frollo was suspicious, but sent his men in to search every corner of the small cellar. Fortunately, they didn't find anything either, just sewing materials and expensive fabrics. After looking around in vain, the men left the store, leaving you and the judge alone:
âI apologize for this inconvenience.â He said as you went to the moulage to finish the dress.
âYou shouldn't believe every rumor out there, Your Honor, not all of them can be true.â You said politely. âbut apologies accepted, I know it was for the good of Paris and you care a lot about the city.â
Returning to work, you thought he would leave after all that had happened and notice you "busy" sewing, but no, he stayed in the store while walking slowly around analyzing his surroundings:
âThis basement...â He pointed to the carpet above the small door. âWhy was it hidden?â
âI don't see the need to show everyone that I have a basement here.â You replied nonchalantly. âand besides, I think that old door would spoil the pretty look of my store.â
Frollo didn't seem to believe in that very much, but you shrugged and continued sewing. There were a few seconds of silence, you could only hear his footsteps coming towards you and could feel that man's gaze on you all the time, causing you a certain nervousness or fear. What did he want anyway?
âDo you want anything else?â you asked in an attempt to break the silence and take your mind off the discomfort of feeling his gaze on you, stopping your sewing and looking at him now.
âI just want you to know.â He said, standing close and looking at her with disgust. âI'll keep an eye on you, I won't trust a literate, single woman so easily... I know women of your kind.â
âI don't think who I am or what I do has anything to do with helping... Ouch!â You interrupted yourself with pain when you felt the needle pierce your finger. It was normal for this to happen when were working with sewing, but it had never been this deep, Maybe it happened because of the anger you was feeling at that moment.
Immediately you dropped the needle out of sheer instinct, and in a quick and daring moment Frollo grabbed your hand with a certain amount of force, bringing it in front of his face, which had a small smile of satisfaction on it. The judge was a sadomasochist, he enjoyed seeing someone in pain, especially when it was someone he thought deserved such a punishment. You were shocked by his attitude, you weren't expecting it and didn't know how to react. What was he doing? Frollo continued to hold your hand, watching the small drop of blood ooze from your pricked finger, but his attention wasn't just there, it was on your fingers, your soft skin and the sensation it brought when you touched it with the contact of the warm hand and his, which was a little cold:
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, with a bit of hatred for such a vulgar and daring attitude, and he laughed a little.
âWhat would the church think of a woman exposing her bare hands in front of a high-ranking man like me?â You had no reaction for fear. Gradually his fingers entwined in yours and you saw that his eyes went to your small cleavage and your bare shoulders. âAnd it's not just your hands that are exposed...â
You quickly pulled your hand free and he looked at you incredulously:
âMy hands are only exposed because I can't wear gloves when I sew, and you still don't have the right to do that. It's in the Bible; If your eye or your hand causes you to sin, throw it away!â A small smile came to Frollo's face when he heard that.
âSo bold... It's typical of women like you to turn away from guilt in order to confuse men's minds with pagan thoughts, but that doesn't matter any more...â
He walked away, heading for the door to leave, but first his attention turned to you:
âIt was a nice chat, seamstress... I want you to make me a cloak and sew me a pair of gloves, I'll be expecting you to deliver them tomorrow night.â
After saying that, he left, leaving you with no reaction to what had just happened. You were angry, but at the same time relieved that he hadn't found out. As soon as he left, you stared at your hand, which he touched and intertwined with his large, thin fingers. You'd have to be more careful now, he'd be stalking you and the reason wouldn't just be because he suspected you of helping the Romani people, it would be because of something else and you know exactly what it was and what his intentions were...
End...
#the hunchback of notre dame#disney#disney x reader#fanfiction#claude frollo#frollo x reader#judge frollo#claude frollo x reader#clopin trouillefou#judge claude frollo#thond#esmerelda#disney villains#disney villains x reader#captain phoebus
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heyyy can you do a smut with ony where we graduated college and he spoils usđźmake it nastttttttyyyy
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college was nowhere near as easy as it seemed in the movies. there were times where you felt like you were on top of the world and there were times where you were ready to drop out and never touch a book again. through it all ony was there for you, watching you struggle and succeed on different occasions. when it came to you graduating, proud was a complete understatement on how he felt.
it wasnât often for people around him to even go to college let alone graduate, so to see his girl, his smart girl not only graduate, but finish at the top of her class made him ready to spoil you rotten for the day.
âbaby you didnâtâŚâ the first gift on the list was a brand new car. even tho your boyfriend didnât go to college, that didnât stop him from making a whole bunch of money, using his knowledge on herbalogy and horticulture to become one of the most successful drug dealers in your area. âcongratulations pretty girl. you deserve it.â you ran into onyâs awaiting arms, tears of joy soaking his polo tee as you squeezed the life out of him.
âmâso proud of you mama. you did what many people couldnât and i know you gon be a real successful lady in the near future. you only go up from here baby.â you lifted your head to look up at your boyfriend. ony gave you a small smile before leading you into your shared apartment. you were instantly met with a living room full of different gifts. all coming in different shapes and sizes ranging from an apple watch to a birkin bag.
when you finished opened all the gifts in sight, you started to stand up but were lightly stopped by his hand on your shoulder. âyâgot one more thing to unwrapâ eyes reverting back to the numerous amounts of opened gifts on the couch. âhmm? where? i thought i got it all?â ony chuckled before sitting you down on the sofa. âlisten mamaâŚ.you know i love you more than anything. you my whole world and some more, and thereâs nothing i wouldnât do for you.â
you gave your boyfriend a confused look as you let him continue with his speech. he better not be breaking up with you the day of your graduation. âstop lookinâ at me like that. mânot leaving youâŚever. itâs justâŚâ ony couldnât find the words to express how much he loved you so he decided to just cut to the chase. removing his shirt fully to reveal his inked chest. on his left pec sat your name in red ink. this didnât surprise you since you went with him to get it, having a matching one on your chest as well.
but as you took a longer look at his body you noticed it. on his side sat the an exact replica of a picture of your eyes, staring back as you softly. quiet gasp left you lips, but before you can speak ony turned the side of his head to show you the imprint of your lips behind his ear. âi thought youâd notice it in the car, but you was too busy crying.â he chuckled before standing to his full height and showing you his back.
down his spine sat your birthday written in roman numerals. âhad tâget this one a earlier than the other two so i can still fuck you tonight.â your eyes widened at your boyfriends comment. turning around before giving you a sly smirk. âwhy not do it now?â the two of you were expected at your parents house for your graduation party, but in all honesty, you didnât even want to go.
you laid your hand on his dick print that was easily recognized through his pants. ony smiled at you before lifting you off the couch, holding your thighs in his hands as he walked the two of you to your shared bedroom. âwas hoping you said that.â you practically jumped out his arms at the sight of your room. rose petals decorated your bed with even more gifts on top of them. the lights were dim, letting the electric candles illuminate the room with their small bright lights.
âyou like it? i wanted to use regular candles, but ian wanna leave em lit while i was gone so i got the-â you cut off his rambling with a kiss. immediately deepening it by pushing your tongue in his mouth. âi love it papa.â ony smiled as he backed you up onto the bed, moving your gifts out of the way before laying you down on your back.
âyouâll open em later.â he kissed from your neck to your chest before removing the straps of your dress from you shoulders and pulling it off you completely. continuing his trail all the way to your aching core before swiping a finger from your entrance up to your clit. your gasp made ony smirk as he kissed your pussy through your panties. âughh stop teasing baby i wanna- aaughh.â
your complaint was cut off by a slap on your thigh. brown eyes warning you before ony finally pulled your panties off. âthis my pussy so ima take my time wit her.â leaving no room for interjection, he entered two of his thick fingers in your entrance. back arching off the bed instantly as a lewd moan flew from your lips. your lover continued his work with his fingers while bringing his lips to your clit, licking and sucking the bud to bring you more pleasure.
âmmm fuck fuck fuckkk.â your wetness made squelching sounds occur before ony removed his fingers. using his long tongue to lick around your pussy before entering inside of you, filling the emptiness that his fingers left. âooouuu daddyâŚf-feel so go-oood.â his hands moved to your breasts, rubbing and squeezing them with his muscular arms at your sides, trapping you.
ony looked at you through his lashes, lightly humping his dick on the mattress at the sight. mouth agape as your back and neck were arched off the bed. your much smaller hands were laid on top of his, scratching and squeezing at his flesh because of the pleasure he was giving you. âmâfinna cum ony please.â his long tongue fucked you faster, occasionally moving up towards your clit, flicking his tongue roughly to bring you closer to your end.
ony didnât reply to you as he kept pleasuring you rougher. you opened your mouth, a silent scream being released as your essence rushed out if you. he had no problem cleaning it all up before sitting up on his knees. you were too in a daze to watch him remove his clothes, but you knew he was naked when you felt his body on top of yours. chest rubbing right against yours as he lined up his dick with your entrance.
âready baby?â ony whispered as you braced yourself by holding onto his back. ây-yesâ you say shyly. your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his thick tip begin to sink into you. he gave you all eight inches of him until the two of you were almost body to body. pace starting off slow and progressing with each passing minute. ony sucked hickies onto your neck as you wrapped your legs around his torso, coaxing him to go deeper.
âfuck you feel so goodâ your walls spasmed around him at his deep voice, making you whine as he kept stroking your tightening walls. âi-itâs t-to much papaâ you slid your hand from his back to his abs, lightly pushing him away to stake off your quick orgasm. onyâs lips turned downward into a frown as he felt you stopping him. ây/n? whatâs wrong baby?â
you shook your head, turning away from his stare. another sigh left your boyfriends lips as he lightly grabbed the bottom of your face and turned it towards him. âyou gon cum?â you nodded. âthatâs okay mama you cum as much as you want. you deserve it.â
onyâs hips slammed into yours, making you scream as he started pounding into you at a fast pace. hips slamming into you relentlessly as your back arched off the bed. âyou love dis dick donât you baby?â you moaned out a yes as the two of you joined hands. squeezing his tightly as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you again. âb-baby i-â
âi know mama, i know. let it all out.â with that your second orgasm of the night was released. warm cream surrounding the base of his dick while he continued to stroke inside of you. âthere you go. good fucking girl.â ony leaned back from you, grabbing one of your legs to lift over his shoulder while using his other hand to rub quick circles around your clit.
your mouth opened in a silent scream as you felt a tight coil in your stomach. âo-ohhh my go-oddd.â brown pupils nowhere to be seen as they rolled to the back of your skull. his dick was hitting parts of you that could never reached on your own and you were loving every second of it. âgive daddy another one baby. i know you want to.â anklet dangled by his ear as ony kissed the diamond charm that was in the shape of his initial.
he then moved his lips to your pretty feet. pink tongue swirling around your white painted toes as he stared you down lovingly. the sight of him made your pussy flutter as the coil in your stomach began to snap. âmâgonna cum againnn.â ony smiled, pushing down your stomach so he can feel where he is. âgive it to daddy sweetheart. i feel it.â
your back arched off the bed, legs shaking as you began to squirt. ony pulled out of you before letting your leg down. âlay on your side mama.â you obeyed your boyfriends command, letting him lift your leg and slide back into you while the two of you laid on your side.
âmmfuckk onyyyâ the feeling of him sliding back into you made you shiver. making your walls instantly clench around him. his hips moved softly as he made constant glances to your face to make sure youâre feeling alright. his slender fingers lightly gripped your chin before turning your head towards him. âgimme a kiss.â the two of your lips connected in a sloppy kiss. spit connecting the two of you each time one of you pulled away for air.
onyâs hips began snapping into you, feeding you harder, deeper strokes that made you struggle to kiss him back. your moans filled his mouth as he kept his lips on yours. âuhh huh. taking me so well mama.â he groaned as he felt his release coming. hand holding your leg up while his other was snuggly wrapped around your neck. âmâso proud of you y/n. so so proud.â
his words went in one ear and out the other. your mind in a dickdrunk daze as you felt his lips meet your neck. sucking and biting lightly on the skin to mark you. âmmhm l-love you tooâ ony chuckled at your fucked out state, deciding it was time to let you rest. his thrusts picked up speed, making your back arch into him as you screamed at the pleasure. âahhggghh f-f-fuckkk. mâcummin daddy.â
âgon head. daddyâs here mama.â the both of you came together. hot cum rushing into you as your cream built up around him. your releases mixing together as they both leaked out of you. ony pulled out of you, checking on you to only find that you were already falling asleep. he wasnât surprised in the slightest. making his way to the bathroom to start running your bath.
he carried you to the tub, bathing you and massaging and sore spots you may have from your previous activities. âcmon baby i need you to open the rest of your gifts.â ony said as he shook some energy into you. he carried you to your bed, his t shirt draped over your figure as he began handing you each bag. little did you know the biggest gift of them all sat in his bedside drawer. small black box with a diamond engagement ring waiting patiently to be presented to you.
#aot onyankopon#onyankopon x black reader#aot x black reader#onyankopon x reader#aot#aot smut#onyankopon x black!reader
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What do you think of the Ghovie? :D
holy HELL man. to give my spoiler free thoughts: it was loads of fun. the concert footage was absolutely gorgeous. the sound quality was insane, I sang along through all the songs. ending left me shook and have more questions than answers.
for my thoughts that do involve spoilers:
my only real criticism but I guess it's just a personal preference: this was me merely having my specific expectations, but I was hoping to see Copia talk to his brothers in ghost form.
I did NOT expect Sister to kick the bucket.
Damn I'm not even a huge Copia enjoyer and yet I wanted to hug this man. He fr looked so stressed and conflicted.
FRATER IMPERATOR??!?! fuck man. I'm gonna draw that outfit.
SECONDO-STAINED GLASS SHOT!!!!
the animated segment of Mary On a Cross was so so cool. i guess they finally gave in to the scooby-doo chase music allegations xD
NEW GUY? who are you. who aaaare you? I vote for resurrected terzo. hah. yeah right.
the implications of copia having a twin!!?!?
I saw terzo ONCE and I pointed at the screen. my boy....
copia getting a lil jumpscare when he inverts his cross necklace. haha.
how will this new era play out? will it be an homage to the first era?
nihil you were a delight. silly old man.
cant get the new song out of my head. good music. good message.
copia's speeches throughout the concert, ahhh really pulls at your heartstrings.
copia on the hot air balloon, fr thought something bad was gonna happen, but good chances are he was lost in his mind, and fuckin fainted. oof.
RAIN SPOKE. him saying 'so no encore?' had the same cadence as the vine 'so no head?'
ghouls were lovely. not as feral as usual? poor swiss. he didn't get much good footage.
the. GHOULETTES. PERIOD.
phantom's wacky head tilts. he's so crazy. /pos
when nihil asked him to do the 'grucification' pose during SH my ass really thought they were gonna kill him on the spot or something.
OVERALL: a damn good concert movie. so thrilling. so much fun. I am happy that I got to experience this. despite the absence of our previous papas, we cling onto so dearly, I know the spotlight isn't shining on them anymore. it makes me sad, as I would've love to see Terzo in some narrative type media. Now, I await for what this new Era will bring.
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PAIRINGS: Poly SKZ x Gender Neutral Reader WARNINGS: Shitty managers and fans. Mention of a creepy band member. Lack of communication which leads to last minute solutions. Male reader requested but I don't think there's any reference to the reader's gender. I think that's it.
Everything had gone to shit. The venue, missing band members, last-minute replacements, and a ton of other issues. All of them were swept under the rug by your manager, Tony, until the day of the concert.
The venue didn't have enough seats. The replacements for your missing band members didn't know the songs. Your lead guitarist and drummer weren't there. Tony decided he didn't want to tell you that the props were broken.
Your drummer got sick after being overwhelmed with stress from practice and her finals. Your lead guitarist said something about having a baby, but you knew that was a lie. That man has been a creepy virgin since you've known him.
Some fans didn't understand the stress you were under. With a recent flux in fans, the demand for a full album instead of songs was higher than ever. And with love comes hate.Â
No matter what you did. More music, less music, or different genres of music. Everyone still felt the need to put their 2¢ in where it wasn't needed.
Fortunately, those who attended the concert were understanding of the current situation. None of the issues happening were under your control.
"Remember when I told you all that communication is the key to almost everything?"Â
The crowd's screams of agreement echoed in your ears. Every outro on a video, a concert, a fan sign, or other event you exit with a similar speech and farewell; a signature in your fanbase.Â
"It appears my manager didn't listen and failed to communicate," You sighed in disappointment. The crowd's mummers of irritation quiet down when you raise your hand to continue. "Nothing is prepared. And I know you paid money to see me and the guys perform."
"This time the concert will be a bit like a fan event-" You wave at those sitting closer to the stage and they scream greetings back. "When we reschedule a concert for you guys, and I'll make sure they do, you can see me perform."Â
"How's that sound?" Your grin is showcased on the big screens behind you. Everyone cheers and the impromptu fan event begins.
With a sigh of relief, you walked off stage with the sound of people laughing and cheering ringing in your ears. Your manager was talking with one of the staff, waving his arm around as he shouted at them. With a tearful nod, the staff member left and disappeared into one of the rooms.
Tony followed the girl with his eyes before turning to look at your approaching figure. He glared at you from behind his iPad. "What's wrong?"
"What isn't wrong?" You scoffed, moving past him and into your dressing room.Â
You're greeted by your boyfriends scattered around the room. Hyunjin, Felix, and Changbin sit on the couch watching edits of you in your recent music video. Jisung chases Jeongin around the room, narrowly avoiding Seungmin and Minho from their spots on the floor.
Chris is the only one who stands from his spot in your chair to greet you. He catches you as you flop into his arms. Before Chris can speak, your manager busts in and calls you back out.
"Since you want to give away free tickets, you can help schedule them into another concert," Tony grins, a malicious glint in his eyes.Â
You need to nap and then find a new manager.
Even in bed, your shoulders were tense and your brain was in overdrive. Thinking of the damage last night's not-concert has, and will, cause. Helping your team to comb through each person who attended the event so you could squeeze them into another concert at a later date. The scolding your manager gave you wasn't helpful.
Tangled in the sheets and limbs belonging to your lovers, their scents pressed into the covers. You were warm and so very, very tired with a sprinkle of guilt seeping in. This was supposed to feel nice. It was supposed to help ease you.Â
But why couldn't you relax?
"When are you going to let someone take care of you?" Chris asked, wrapping the curls on Y/N's head in a scarf and bonnet. "It doesn't have to be one of us or someone we know."
"Just let someone in." Hyunjin's hands were warm against Y/N's cold face. His plump lips press butterfly kisses against your eyelids, forehead, and temples.
With Changbin and Hyunjin calling dibs on your sides and Chris laying you between his legs, so your head pressed against his stomach. You're pretty sure Seungmin is asleep, curled onto your legs with his hands gripping your calf.Â
Jeongin is sprawled behind Hyunjin with his arm over Hyunjin, and hand on your chest, over your heart.Â
Felix and Jisung were somewhere in the dorm causing chaos in the kitchen with Minho supervising. You could hear Jisung yelling at the pots for burning him, Felix's laugh, and Minho shouting about melted plastic.
You'll probably have to clean the kitchen at some point.
"For once, just relax and let someone care for you. Please," Changbin whispered with arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest.
"Don't hog him," Jeongin whined, pulling you back into his and Hyunjin's arms.Â
Changbin grumbled as he yanked you back giving a chain reaction of Hyunjin and Jeongin pulling you and Changbin fighting for you to stay in his arms. Poor Chris with him latched onto you, he was tugged in every direction with you.
So, this is what the rope felt like in tug-of-war.
"You need to go to bed," Minho's voice comes from the doorway and everyone's heads turn in sync. He stands in the doorway with his hands on his hips, Jisung and Felix peeking around his shoulders.
"Who?" You ask.
"All of us," Minho answers, carefully curling up in an empty spot on the bed.Â
Minho's attempts not to wake the sleeping boy are futile as Jisung dives onto the bed. He sandwiches himself between Changbin and your side, scaring Seungmin awake. He grumbles as he adjusts himself and falls back asleep.
Felix lingers at the end of the bed, looking for a spot to sleep. The moon shines on his milky skin and his eyes reflect the light. You turn so your back presses against Chan's chest, and Seungmin huffs as he turns away from you and tucks his face into Minho's neck. Felix was lying atop you amidst the commotion.
"Go to sleep, Y/N."
You hum, your eyes slipping close. It's warm. It's peaceful.
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The Penguin: Episode 8 "Great or Little Thing" Series Finale Breakdown
So first and foremost I need to give a shout-out to everyone who's been following this with me and helped me week after week process and articulate this show, this brilliant Penguin Braintrust without which I would be incredibly lost on how to even begin breaking this thing down this way: @davidmann95, @wil4x, @book--wyrm and my friend Lucas who is not on Tumblr.
And so we're here at last, in the end of the show. This took forever. I need a goddamn break. This isn't enough and will never be enough but it'll have to do. So let's get to the episode that has had the world joining hands in the unanimous urge to see the absolute shit kicked out of Oswald, and has made the character at last earn this:
(Episode 1) (Episode 2) (Episode 3) (Episode 4) (Episode 5) (Episode 6) (Episode 7)
So who would have guessed that cartoon dirtbag Rex Calabrese was still gonna turn out to be less of a cartoon dirtbag than Oz the moment we stop seeing him through Oz's eyes. Still a terrible person by every metric, but terrible in the same way a lot of Sopranos characters are terrible: this is, at the end of the day, a job, and you can talk to them, you can sit at a table to get down to business with them, and you probably know people in your life like them, and maybe you can even count of them to get real and even help you when the chips are down, even if it doesn't mitigate everything else that they are or do. At the very end, he was neither the benevolent god-king that Oz saw him as, nor was he the absurd dirtbag gangster we had him pegged as - there was never anything exceptional about Rex Calabrese, he's just a real criminal. Maybe the realest in the show.
I said in the last post that Francis burned with hate at everyone in the world except the person who most ruined her life and haha WOW was I wrong, because it turns she's known the entire goddamn time, and quite possibly no one has ever hated him more than Francis.
Most people in the show who hate Oz do so because he's a destructive bastard who craps on their lives directly, or because he's a lying sneaky fuck who does nothing while their lives are ruined, and Francis has had to deal with both longer than anyone else. I can't possibly count every single way this wildly recontextualizes every single interaction, every moment, everything that Francis has shown us and done since the first episode, because I'd have to recap EVERY scene and line of dialogue she has and we still have so much else to get through.
Why was Francis was so effectively able to withhold affection and hold his feet to the fire and give him that bottomless pit of yearning in his stomach that's driven him to move mountains in pursuit of it? Because Francis wouldn't have loved him even if he gave her the entire world at age 12. She never had any affection or love left for him. Oz was always chasing nothing.
And all along it was Rex who shaped the entire course of Oswald's life, as well as prefiguring his dynamic with Victor, with a single conversation. Oswald spend his childhood wanting for Rex Calabrese to notice and like him and be his friend, and he has no idea how much Rex actually affected his life.
That fateful night at Monroe's was never the feel-good story about his Ma summoning the willpower to live by dancing away the grief, and it was never even just the night of the eternal promise that Oz thinks back to, it was a fucking trap to kill Oz. Nothing he has in his life is real, nothing he says is true, he has never not lived in complete total delusion.
The sheer disgust in Deirdre O'Connell's face at the "I do too". How much of her personality we completely understand was born from this absolute resentment she's nursed for decades towards Oz.
And this rotten little turd comes at her with a perfect speech that hits her every insecurity and bitterness and spite and situation and convinces her to give him another chance. The nature versus nurture thing again - Oswald was shaped by hardship, by decades of hard work and neglect, by the total absence of his mother's love while in turn being forced to live in stunted childhood dedicating himself to always taking care of her, and maybe what we're seeing here is heavily distorted by Francis's POV - or maybe he was always a little monster, because this guy talking to her is The Penguin, the same guy doing the same things in the same way, either way it doesn't matter. Again, born fucking ready.
So now we see our three major supporting characters - Sofia, Victor and Francis - all of them have shown that they had a chance to walk away from Oz, to not let him ruin their lives further. All of them could have left Oswald behind, and all of them should have left Oswald behind, but they had to come back and justify the choice to do so, they had to get satisfaction, it couldn't have been for nothing. Victor had his car and a girlfriend in a bus waiting for him, Sofia had a jet to take her to Italy, and Francis had Rex Calabrese ready and waiting to put him down without a word. All of them had a chance to get out of the show and never look back, but like Oz, they had to rectify and overcorrect for an insult.
Sofia can't walk away from Gotham without punishing Oz for turning her in, for killing Alberto and further lying to her, she can't accept that this man, this embodiment of Carmine's legacy and hold over her, is still out there unpunished getting away with what he's done. Victor can't walk away from Gotham knowing that his parents did everything right and still died for nothing, that every hurtful thing Oz said was right, he can't let "They don't give out awards for dying in the projects" be the last word in his and their lives. And Francis can't walk away from Oz, who killed her two sons and keeps lying about it, who ruined her life and now keeps promising he will take care of her and acting like everything will be fine, she can't let this pass even if she can't kill him either, and so she'll make him give her the world and die trying.
The tragedy of what happened is what hurt/broke them - the added insult of what Oz said or did is what they just can't live with. It can't be for nothing.
Goddamnit it, it was really just too telegraphed for it to not happen the way it did.
I fucking knew it the moment the episode started and we got the grungy boss orchestral take on the funny Penguin chords that we were in for some calamitous shit.
We see at first that, in spite of seemingly failing, Vic has graduated to the point he can give his own speeches, gain his own allies, run his own cons - he's not just Oz's proxy, but will manage to convince the others to become such as well, and he's coming at this from a place of complete sincere belief in everything that Oz says, all of the man of the people rhetoric he will so thoroughly pervert and then sell to the people actually responsible for everything he told Victor he was fighting against.
Zeke walks up to him nearly crying about how Sofia blew it all up and Vic instantly asks back where's Oz - not because he doesn't care about Crown Point, but he's already processed it and has already learned with Oz how to just barrel forward regardless, now it's time to get to work. Victor who so readily throws himself into rescuing Oz again and again. Victor who's lost everything - he doesn't have his family, he doesn't have Graciela, he doesn't have the other mobs backing him up, and right now he doesn't even have Crown Point anymore, all he has is Oz.
The man in red who reads the Law Gave him three weeks of life, Three little weeks in which to heal His soul of his soul's strife, And cleanse from every blot of blood The hand that held the knife - The Ballad of Reading Gaol
Sofia dressed in two thematically appropriate outfits - the red scarf echoing both the first outfit we see her in, back to covering her neck but in control of her own collar, and the outfit we see her the farthest back in time with at the start of Episode 4, and with her final crimson fur coat outfit accompanying her final greatest triumph and ultimate defeat in the show. Not only that, but in this episode she also gets to perform characteristically appropriate stylized torture - holding a family intervention and therapy session with mafioso torture tactics to try and wrench the truth out of her victimizer, enacting calculated sadistic yet righteous justice via psychological breakdown, and ultimately allowing the woman he victimized and wronged to take her killshot at him.
See, it's not just that Sofia Gigante is a Batman Villain, or that she's well passed the threshold of supervillain. Cristin Milioti doesn't play Sofia like she's a new character, which she basically is, and she isn't just playing a tortured gangster lady protagonist dipping into camp villain territory, which she also is - she plays Sofia Gigante like she's been a Batman Rogues headliner for decades now stepping into the spotlight once again, like she's the dark modern revamp of someone Adam West would have thought and she's just always been around showing up in stuff along with The Penguin, like she's only not fighting or teaming up with Two-Face in this because he's not here yet. It is crucially important that Sofia passes every standard of Batman Villain imaginable with flying colors, in part because it helps to reinforce that The Penguin is a monster all his own.
Even here, with as much power as she's ever possibly held over him, reduced him to a whimpering begging mess to be killed off in a second, she is so shocked at the sheer brazen selfishness and delusion and level of bullshit on display, that even now he won't break character and think about his actions and admit to what he's done not even to save his own mother from mutilation, that she just loses the script entirely. Her entire show of power collapses and she physically recoils from sheer disgust at just how low Oswald is, at just how much he lacks the ability to even suffer for what he's done. Realizing that there is simply not enough of a soul in this filthy beast to even torture, and that however much she hates Oswald for ruining her life, someone had a prior claim all along.
Eve - Sofia - Francis in the end united in, however much they may dislike each other, however different their circumstances may be, there is nothing they could possibly do to each other that would be worse than what Oswald has done to all of them, joined in silent agreement that their rage ultimately belongs in a bullet fired at Oz's head and that they deserve their kill shot at this man.
"I had enough to give, Oswald".
This really is gonna be the high point of Francis's life from this point on.
Aw man, I liked Sofia's scruffy dirtbag detective, I wanted him to stick around as one of the reocurring characters like the movie cops
Oh Victor, sweet kind Victor, you couldn't possibly ask for anything worse in the entire world.
Oz feebly already beginning to lie and spin his new version of the events, that Sofia stabbed him and fucked up with Ma, and here comes Victor with the reversal of their dynamic, seeing this guy who's been brought low by the oppressive force looming over his life that he must defeat (because all that Victor knows about Sofia at this point is that she used to be Oz's boss and is now out to kill them, that she is scary as hell, and regardless of whether or not she was the Hangman, she just bombed his fucking neighborhood) and reaching out to him with a speech about solidarity and dignity and self-worth and picking yourself up by your fucking bootstraps to save the day. And Oz responds by coaching him on how to be a better bullshitter. Because to Oz, he knows the playbook by heart, but Victor meant it all.
Victor rebuilds Oz from basically nothing by providing him with the validation that he so desperately always craved and never got, saying all the things he always wanted to hear, poised so they can finish this together, poised to give him not only the army he asked for, but a full-blown revolution, and he never once asks for anything in return. Just, goddamnit this isn't hurting any less.
"She, sh-she'll never look at me again, all right?....unless I get this done. Got a promise to keep." Maybe the one and only time his mask ever fully cracks. For a second. He rebuilds it right back up and gets to work, but it cracked. He knows what he's doing, up until the moment he doesn't. It's that simple.
A lot of what drives Oz is acceptance, and a lot of what drives him is his desire to be accepted in worlds that have been declared, by how they run themselves and by the people that inhabit these worlds, as worlds that he was never going to be included in. And one of those worlds is the hierarchy and the hoi polloi of the political realm and the power within the political realm because he understands that all politics are corrupt essentially, and the damage that he could do then in being part of a political infrastructure of Gotham interests him. I thought it would be nice if, in that time jump, he had been invited to maybe a gala or two, you know what I mean? It'd be awkward. He'd be slurping out of the fucking teacup, there'd be stains on the table, he wouldn't really fit in, but heâd fucking love being there. - Colin Farrell
Mirroring the scene in Episode 01 where he adjusts himself next to the car, scuffing himself up to look like the sleazy funnyman the Falcones keep around for kicks, now he's dressing up as much as he can and asking Victor for input, because he truly values what the kid thinks and, goddamnit.
"C'mahn, I don't bite", pfft yeah, not in this movie universe anyway. And to the same guy you did the nose-gushing-blood bit to, even.
Minutes inside of City Hall and he already parks his ass right on Bella Real's seat - not as any kind of intentional slight against her, it's just naturally where he goes to, even before the scene ends and we see his new plans start to come to fruition.
Guy who takes offense at Viti calling Sofia a psycho and then goes up to Councilman Hady talking about the unhinged loony bin broad who went "full psycho" that he's handing to him on a platter, pointedly calling her Falcone.
At first I thought it was funny that Sal Maroni was getting blamed here for Bliss and the underground lab, but then I remembered that he was actually the one who introduced Drops to Gotham and the whole epidemic that became, so if anything it is an extremely easy part of the story to sell, even without his body being down there and all.
"You're gonna have some trouble, Oz" - pointedly smiling and calling him Oz instead of Oswald as he had up to this point, because by that point he's already a crony and already willing to work with this guy handing him all these miracles.
"You wanna be welcome? You gotta look, clean" Yes Father Pal, I Shall Become A Capitalist Caricature
You can see in the walk around, in his look at Bella Real and the mayor's office high up above and the steps, how little Ozzie's gears turn once again and rebuild his life after losing the streets and everything that happened with Ma - This is the next nest, this is the next throne, this is next schmuck I gotta cozy up to, this is the next boss looking down on me that I gotta destroy, there's the reward waiting for me if I do. This is the one that matters, I did everything in the shit and now I'm gonna get me sum goddamn respeck, Feh Ma of course.
And before all of this we see Sofia's next move, showing the ways in which she is good at this, the ways in which she truly is something outside of the worldview of what these gangsters are used to, and why she is going to lose. "Because I can". She is good at commanding a room and promising rewards beyond the wildest dreams of these street crimelords because she can offer everything they want and lose nothing she cares about for it, she will hand them everything and dip because she can, and she is going to lose because she can lose. Because she still thinks there is an end in sight for her, she thinks she will get to walk away from this universe and go meet a happy ending at a cafe in Florence.
It's not just that Sofia was born into privilege and never really lived in Gotham and could just hop onto a plane out of here anytime, it's also that she has room in her life for introspection, self-awareness, consideration towards others, and all those things that come easier when you're "born full", and not when you're the starving hustler for whom leaving the city was never an option even if he had all the money in the world, the hungry animal who wants this, wants everything, harder than anyone has ever wanted anything. The guy who has no room for anything else in his brain other than a perpetual bullshit generator set to a 24/7 chorus of "I GOTTA WIIIIIIN"
Another element to her that I really love is, she's good at this. She knows she's good at this, she was supposed to take over the family. She may not know the ins and outs of the game as it currently stands, but she is good at this. Some of it is, I think that's the only world she knows, and some of it is there's something in there, that's always been there, and she believes it is rightfully hers. There's an element of, "I need to have made it worth it for something", and if that means power, then okay. - Cristin Milioti
Thereâs a level for both of them that they enjoy each otherâs suffering, and that sort of leads to Sofiaâs downfall. If she didnât need to see Oz suffer she might have been free. And she really gets in her own way in that regard and largely because Oz is this crutch that she just cannot let go of. - Lauren LeFranc
And here we get to the end of season 1 of HBO's The Sofia Show, the bittersweet in hindsight but extremely cathartic torching of the set as a last hard-earned spiritual victory by our hard-done-by lady protagonist. All of her family is dead, the city is out for her blood, she gathered all the remaining criminals for One Last Job with everything on the line, and she is having a very fun time with her montage destroying her home and family name beyond recovery. She is going to finish her character arc, get to finally kill her former comedy sidekick turned mortal nemesis, and hop on a plane to The White Lotus resort straight away into greener (if only marginally less fucked up) genre territory away from this ugly nightmare city. Alas, this is not The Sofia Show, and it's time for her theme suite to catch up to her once again and tell us of how very badly this is all going to go for her.
And she can't even be that shocked, when the high of burning it all down goes away, when she sees that old Ozzie Cobb wriggled his way out of this jam regardless and is now coming at her with a speech, she can't even react to it. Deep down she knows how the rest of the night is going to go. She may not have expected Arkham outright, but she was braced for a loathsome fate.
It rules so much they give him a big fat fight the power speech with a bloody revolution montage, and we can only sit there aghast with Sofia at the sheer audacity of him to act like this, like a man of the people, thinking he truly has the right to be talking like this and to her of all people.
And now we see how Oz won the gang war, and the next domino to fall on the downfall of Gotham City, and the first effect of his own rise to power: like The Riddler, he has toppled the order of things and he has turned people into extensions of himself, Victor being the first and the one who gave him this revolution, of all the little mini Penguins out there devouring the social structure of Gotham crime forever. You kill the boss, you become the boss now. Everyone can bleed and everyone can be killed and everyone must be killed in the quest to the top, no handrails or codes, they wouldn't invite him and so he crashed. After he unified the criminal underdogs, Victor rallied the underdogs beneath the underdogs, and now the streets are a jungle where there will never be an end to the wars over who gets to be atop the food chain, because they are all fighting to see who gets to be the next Penguin.
For decades people have written Oswald Cobblepot as a creep and a sleaze and an incel who hurts/kills women for rejecting him, or who is chronically insecure about them and I can very confidently say nobody ever did anything half as horrible and half as truthful and half as meaningful as LeFranc did here. We see the other reason why it was so imperative to her that Oswald not be a misogynist, and it has nothing to do with just making him more likeable or sympathetic or honorable. We get in this episode the pay off to the thoughtline: okay, he's actually a gangster who respects women, he does not act like every other prestige drama gangster who ever lived, we are going to center women in this show and he will treat them with respect - now let's watch how he HORRIBLY screws them over in the name of this respectful gentleman persona he lives by, let's watch how he betrays them in the ways that matter most, how he even makes them wish they were dead without personally ever lifting a finger to harm them, let's do some grown-up feminist commentary in Batman for a change and highlight the ways in which men profit from belittling and oppressing and destroying women even when they're pointedly not misogynistic and even self-professed genuine allies to them.
And so it is that the only Falcone mobster who isn't misogynistic towards Sofia is the one who screws her the most horribly. He will murder every man he comes across, he will murder every man he could have been and every man who is even marginally better than him in any way, he will push all of his brothers out of the nest and not tolerate any other big shot in town bigger than him and not even the only man, the only person, in town who loves him will be spared. But he is a gentleman, so he leaves the women alive (well, except for Nadia Maroni, but she was a rival big shot and worse, his boss for a day or two, so she obviously had to go eventually).
I thought about his greatest fear, and it made a lot of sense to me that his greatest fear would be that love is transactional. That if he does not achieve a level of power and give Francis certain types of things that heâs promised her she might not love him. And that informs every relationship he has on the show It was always important to me, and this was always part of my initial pitch, that if Oz was to achieve a level of powerâand that is something that was not up for discussion, that was my job that I was tasked with for the seasonâthat he has to lose something emotionally. It canât come without a cost. - Lauren LeFranc
"the crooked politics that have allowed wealthy elites like Sofia Falcone to wreak havoc". Oz has weaponized the status quo against her so throughly that she is going away under the exact same image that she did it the first time, as a privileged serial killer and Falcone. She doesn't even get to have her new name anymore, and the rest of Gotham does not see her as the new and strange and horrific new threat that she embodied in Oz's life - she is going away as just another upper-class monster like her dad.
The triumph that Oswald has fought his entire life for, the Big One that he's scraped and fought and hoped his entire life would happen and he'd get to show his Ma at the end, the thing that he's going to throw a party for at this moment, is just a politician on tv saying things that Oswald claims he told him to say.
All of our 3 major supporting characters will thus reach the high point of their lives, on the moment before it is ripped away and they are destroyed forever. Francis gets to finally spit all of her hatred back to Oz and take her revenge on him, and her babies appear before her alive and unharmed. Sofia gets to burn down her father and his legacy once and for all, and is on her way to kill her nemesis and finally be free of it all. Victor succeeds in helping Oz win, they have revolutionized the gangs and defeated the big bad Falcone and he's done right by his new family what he couldn't do with his old one.
And of course, Oswald finally wins - he is the last man standing, he's defeated his greatest enemy, he is the big shot of Gotham and his victory is, so he claims, right there on the tv for his Ma to see, he can finally get what he's always wanted now - and then he doesn't, and then his soul crumbles, before he finishes the job by murdering his heart.
Oz didnât need to do that, like it wasnât actually necessary. In that moment, Victor did not betray him. He did nothing wrong. In fact, the thing that he did âwrongâ in Ozâs eyes is that he loves him and that he cares about him and Oz actually cares about Victor. I think by the end Oz sees that as a really big problem because he loves his mother so deeply and Sofia took advantage of that love, and then it became sort of a weakness in his eyes. Victor saw him at his most vulnerable and for Oz to achieve the power that he thinks he needs, he canât have that level of humanity. He canât have that heart with him anymore. So he stifles his own heart. He kills it. - Lauren LeFranc
When he said to Vic in the sewer, âThey'll tell stories about us one day, kid,â he meant it. At that stage, he actually saw that he could rise and Vic could come with him. It's only when the vulnerability and the shock of his mother being taken from him, and the place of vulnerability and danger that puts him in, that he realizes there's no more love, there's no more affection, there's no one else I'm going to have in my life that can lead me to such vulnerability as my mother has led me to or as this kid could potentially lead me to. - Colin Farrell
He's not relishing being horrible. When he realizes, "Oh God, Victor makes me vulnerable. I can't have that shit anymore." The way that Lauren wrote it, and the way Colin played, there's such sadness under the horror. You're like, oh my God, how fucked up do you have to be that the one person who you feel you have any connection with now, you have to snuff out because it makes you weak. What happened to you? - Matt Reeves
"You think she forgives me?" Once again, the mask cracks. Only around Victor. Only because of Victor. And he can't have that again.
And thus we get to the final parallel between our 3 side characters - that in the end, all they did was serve Oz's own rise to power, and hand him the world in exchange for their lives. All they were to him were additional steps in the ladder that began with his brothers. Francis gave him his life, his drive, his motivation and eternal justification, the insatiable pit in his gut driving him to do this forever. Sofia got him his promotion to Falcone lackey, and then she got him another promotion by handing him the tools with which he could become an underground boss and rally them, and then she got him another promotion by handing him the keys to his political career on a silver platter. And Victor saved his life, more than once. He helped him, provided the justification he has craved for a lifetime, rebuilt him, gave him his revolution, gave him the streets, and showed him the last thing he needed to kill to make it to the top.
Wow man let me tell my good friend, The Family Butcherer, who butchers every family he gets his hands on whether a crime family or a literal one, how much I think of him as family.
"They don't give out awards for dying in the projects"
Just like with Squid, Vic's emotional intelligence dooms him. He sees this man whom is like family to him brought to his lowest point, crushed beyond measure, in what he assumes was just a phenomenally terrible stroke of fate and not something he had any blame whatsoever for, and reaches out to pat him in the back, emotionally reassure him that it wasn't all for nothing, that his family would surely be proud of him, and that there's things to look forward to.
Vic threw away his chance to walk away into the sunset with Graciela and he just had to come back to save Oz (AND Sofia, the one who'd bomb his neighborhood) from the Maronis, the least of all possible evils in his life and his city and who never even noticed him. Victor only narrowly missed out in 2 situations that Oz would have absolutely left him to die in, so there just had to be a third where he'd die in the absolute worst way possible. Not with Sofia's gunshot to the head, not bombed to rubble along with his neighborhood, no, Mr. Carmine 2 had to make it as painful and intimate as possible.
Vic the only Number Two in town who couldn't kill his boss and in fact never even considered doing so, and so he dies - there is just no room for him anymore, not in Oz's life, nor in the new Gotham that the two built together.
LEFRANC: "You see Oz become this next level monster, I remember the take too. Jennifer and I look at each other, Colin transforms his face in this really remarkable way, that I don't think any of us fully anticipated could be achieved in that way." - The Penguin Podcast Episode 8
I knew that the general sentiment was that, by the end, they kind of wanted to, in a way, kill the Oz that we met in the film. I felt that there was a sense of creative responsibility that leaned towards, âWe cannot have this man as a likable character,â which is hard I think they wanted that in the earth by the end of the eight hours. They wanted that RIP. That's gone. I hated that scene. I really did. I was fucking so pissed off. It felt in performing it as â guess what? â you would like it to feel in viewing it. It felt gross, it felt cruel, it felt absolutely insane, and it felt like Oz was reaching a point of no return. - Colin Farrell
So the day after I watched this episode, my friend Lucas messaged me in the afternoon sending me audio messages, "Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! He stole his identity, he didn't even die with his fucking name! They'll never find him! Fuck, goddamnit!" "ELE MORREU COMO INDIGENTE, PORRA" and, yeah. Yeah. That gets to the heart of it.
If Vic was just a guy taking his money, if Vic was purely transactional, if he was just another Link, he'd have made it. Oz wouldn't have given a shit about him, Oz would have died on the sidewalk when the Maronis hit at minimum. All this piece of shit wants is love, and when he gets it, when it's finally non-transactional, from the ONLY person in the entire show who loved him, he has to kill it, he doesn't know how to deal with it, he has to smother his heart.
He has to become Carmine Falcone 2, strangling the poor and vulnerable of Gotham while pinning all of his crimes on Sofia.
Vic just wanted his family back, man. He just wanted a family again, to at least show his family that they didn't die for nothing. The thing that Oz spits in his face as he dies. It wasn't for nothin.
This show has so many dozen little variations of Penguin getting his heart broken and retaliating cruelly, but this one hurts the most partially because it has no basis whatsoever on any pre-existing insult or cruelty, there was nothing that warranted this, and you still get why Oz felt that he had to do it. The lowest, weakest moment of his life, and he can never permit anything like it ever again.
Victor was his heart, and The Penguin remembered that his heart only exists to be broken.
Victor punctures the illusion, and he cannot have that. Everything about The Penguin hinges on that singular fact of his life: he cannot and will not break character. He cannot break character, otherwise he dies, otherwise Gotham City will eat him alive, otherwise he has done it all for nothing. That is the ultimate threat Sofia posed to him, and why his ultimate victory comes only from creating a perfect delusion and spinning everything that happened in service of it. Because all those things said at Monroe's? They weren't true - his Ma, y'know, it was just her disease acting up, that psycho did something to her, she wasn't thinkin straight, and it was really Sofia that stabbed him and did all that fucked up shit, and his Ma is really happy that she got the penthouse in the end and that he didn't put her down, look, she's crying tears of joy even, I gotta keep doing everything for her.
Everything and everyone in his life, he can spin in service of the delusion, they can all play dress-up with him forever, except Victor. Victor may not have the slightest clue as to what Oz actually did, but he's seen too much, he knows he has vulnerabilities, he knows the thing that Oz needs to bury far, far more than all the horrible things he's done. Killing Victor is maybe the one thing that he absolutely cannot in the slightest spin a decent delusion out of, that he did it for him or did it for noble reasons or anything other than out of disgusting self-serving weakness.
But who's Victor? Some kid who died in the projects and didn't even have a name? Someone with nobody left to mourn him, not even a street to get back to, nothing but a guy who's already forgot him?
That Victor Aguilar? Never heard of him
âI will never think my mother doesn't love me. She was having a bad day when she stuck that bottle in me. She was under a lot of pressure. She nearly lost her finger. She stuck a bottle in my belly. It was a bad day. She didn't get a good night's sleep the night before.â It's that kind of thing. He'll make up fucking whatever. He's already lying when he goes, and he's stitching up his belly, and Vic says, âWhat happened?â And he says, âSofia, she stuck me with a bottle.â He's already beginning to bury the truth. - Colin Farrell
He needed your love, and then you didn't give it to him, and you didn't obey, and you didn't do those things that he needed, and then you mentally aren't there for him in the way that he needs, but he's got to physically keep you around because he's too weak to not do that. He can't give you the gift that he promised you in Episode Six, he's too weak of a man to do that. And so he needs to hold onto you, but under his terms. - Lauren LeFranc
There's a thing that happened on that last day that made my blood run cold, which was I felt Oz not love me anymore. I felt his coldness, and I think that Francis felt it too, and she always had so much of his attention and so much of his love. I don't even think she realized how much she had until he withdrew it. And when he withdrew it, it was utter and⌠slightly terrified. I was just lying in that bed, I just felt the love leave the room. It's a real thing, and it's gone, yeah, and I think Francis feels it, too. - Deirdre O'Connell
He's this man who is clawing his way to the top, and I knew he wanted power, but what what does that mean for him? That's where I started to conceive of like, he wants his mother's love, and he wants people's affection. He wants to be revered. That was like the main thrust for me of what defines power for Oz, and then by the end you realize that, when he doesn't get those things, he doesn't get his mother's acceptance, he still gets it. He makes sure he gets it. - Lauren LeFranc
So bowled over and miserable I was that I didn't even notice until later that he was wearing a version of the classic Bronze Age/Triumphant get-up.
If the pattern of his life is unjustifiably cruel retribution for slights and insults, perceived or not, by the end Francis had done it to him as well. That she never loved him and in fact always hated him more than anything and anyone else is the biggest insult of all, and so he punishes her the most cruelly, knowingly or not.
"You are who you are, and you couldn't change if you tried."
He will never stop telling Rex Calabrese stories, he will never stop bringing up his brothers and mom as a sympathy ploy, and even if he will never truly love her again, he will never stop ruining the world in her name, he will never stop, he will never stop, he will never stop.
You had to sit through 8 hours chipping away at all of his fun and charm and wacko comedy antics and motivations and all the scruples and principles that he turns out to have less and less of, until he butchers them all in the very end along with the heart of the show. Penguin burning through all of his lovable quirks and charm, everything that we loved about him in the movie, until he comes through as a black-hearted bastard of unlimited malice who will never stop growing and getting worse and putting more lives in danger. Not only as much of a lowlife backstabber as we initially assumed him to be in the movie, but far worse than what we could have imagined.
I said as much that the first episode marks the transition from The Batman to The Penguin with the titlecard, and this brings it back around. The show dies with Victor, we get Sofia's post-credits Nick Fury Tease with Selina's letter and with Selina's theme playing and a final grace note of hope for Sofia, and thus the only character in the show to end with anything resembling positive, and then we get the first scene of The Batman Part 2. showing us the horrible thing in this world that Batman will have to defeat for us.
RIP Bella Real, we all know this asshole is gonna become mayor, and he's not waiting for the next election.
Credit to @book--wyrm for pointing out one more horrible fucking thing, that at the final dance, his hands are covered in scratches, much like the hands of Carmine Falcone when he comforted Sofia.
âOne of the very early things that Lauren pitched was that ending with Eve where she looks like Francis,â said Reeves. âHe canât get what he needed from his mother because sheâs no longer in that state because of the dark events and what heâs done, so he recreates it in this other way with Eve, and itâs very disturbing,â said Reeves. âThat was something we thought was a great idea and was so emblematic of this guyâs internal state. Itâs like, even as he now seems to have gotten that first major step toward being the kingpin, you know that some part of him will never be filled. - Matt Reeves
When I read that, I was like, âOh my god, we're going full Bates Motel here.â But again, it speaks to what has become a pathological inability to accept the world that he has played such a heavy hand in creating. As far as he's concerned, he's just doing what he needs to do to live the life of a good son. And look, his mother can't talk anymore, so he needs a surrogate. I mean, it would be kept out of the sexual realm â it wasn't about that. It was about the intimacy and the tenderness and the pride that Oz always so deeply needed to feel his mother had for him, and pride in him, that he never really got from her. The one time when he finally can say to her, can go to her bedside and say, âIt's done. Everything you said that I was capable of, everything you said that I should aspire to, it's done. I am now the boss. I took it from everyone else.â And he gets nothing back. His mother's already gone. That's just too horrific for him, so he needs a surrogate. He would say to Eve, âLook, I'm grieving. I'm finding it hard to deal with the fact that my mother's alive, but she's not here. She's gone, but she's fully present at the same time, physically, but she's nowhere there. She doesn't recognize me. I don't recognize the woman she's become. Do me a favor. We used to dance together and talk at the end of the night. Would you put on her dress and just let me pretend?â But it was twisted. It was twisted, but I dug it. He needs it from his mom so much. And again, his imagination is so potent that he just cast her as that figure, that most prominent and most powerful figurehead in his life, which has always been his mother. She's got to stay alive. He's got to hear that he did well from her. He's got to hear that she's proud. Look, by the end, he's bananas, as they say in the film. Good cop, batshit cop. At the end, he's batshit. - Colin Farrell
Remember when this show had fun Dolly Parton end credits, remember when this almost looked like it was gonna be fun and light-hearted compared to the movie and The Riddler: Year One
So turns out all along they actually had something real twisted planned with the name Karlo, and the Clayface concept that evokes. Asking his prostitute girlfriend to shapeshift into his crying comatose mom in the room upstairs so he can finally get the dance with her atop the world that he craved his entire life and have her tell him how proud she is that he ruined everything forever.
It is not a good ending, but it is his happy ending. He achieved everything he wanted in the smallest possible amount and at the highest cost imaginable, and thus he burns more than ever to take more and more in the name of a satisfaction he will never, ever have. He ended his arch-nemesis, and he didn't have to kill her, that's not what a gentleman does. He got the streets, and he's poised to take political power, and there is nobody left to care about, nobody except the only person who's ever mattered. He can still keep taking care of Ma as a justification for all the shit he will do now and forever, but he doesn't actually have to take care of her anymore, he doesn't even have to love her or grovel her for validation anymore: He has a Ma who will tell him everything he wants to hear, forever.
Of course, he may not have his three dance partners anymore - his Ma is in a vegetative state, Sofia has been locked away once again, and that kid, what was his name again, ain't around. But then, he will simply move on to new ones: He didn't actually lose his first dance partner, his Ma is fine, look at her telling him how proud she is of him and everything he's done and how unstoppable he is now. And he has a new partner in City Hall who is all too eager to play along to everything he says and does, who will receive and spit back his rhetoric just as Vic did to the streets of Gotham. And if he's defeated his nemesis and dance partner, well, not for long. There's a new one waiting for him. He never wins without losing. He will never again live without his next dance partner there to hound and foil him at every turn. There will always be something in the way.
It was exciting to me, the idea that weâre going to meet Oz as a mobster, and to play him as just a man. Thereâs nothing fantastical about him. Thereâs so many people like Oz in our world who hold a lot of power, who also connect with people because they speak, on some level, the truth. They can be charming and engaging, but also really terrifying and calculated, and not necessarily doing what they say that they will do or caring for people in the way that they say that they will. It felt so timely and so important to really engage with a guy like Oz and not turn away from him, but actually turn towards him so we can start to unpack, in our own society, what makes a man like Oz so appealing, and what makes him equally appalling. - Lauren LeFranc
I think Oz has always been someone who believes that everything heâs saying in the moment is true, and he creates worlds and illusions for himself to merit his actions. He does it sometimes very briefly in impulsive moments, and then sometimes more methodically, and in the end the fact that he didnât get from his mother what heâs always desired isnât good enough for him. So he has to create this strange fantasy live in this delusion of his own making, and pay Eve to dress as his mother and force her to tell him he sheâs proud of him. So mentally, emotionally, Oz is embracing his own delusion. I think, for the audience, I hope they more deeply understand him psychologically and realize that there is a deeply broken man inside. He is violent and problematic and and very emotional. And thatâs really the man that will carry into the next film. - Lauren LeFranc
And it has to end in a total reversal of the movie ending - The Batman ends with showing there is a light in the darkness, that this tortured broken man can fix his mistakes and lead us into something better. The Penguin ends by grabbing your face and desperately yelling at you SOMEBODY FUCKING SAVE US, HE WILL ONLY GET WORSE. The Batman ends with telling us Batman can save us all, and The Penguin ends with telling us Penguin will kill every last one of us in real life if he hasn't already, if nobody stops him.
And so I'll leave these last partings words to the Penguin Braintrust as we close off this series - see you all in therapy and in theaters when The Batman: Part 2 drives us all completely insane once more.
@wil4x
I don't think this Penguin is someone Batman can tolerate, I don't think Bruce can ever save Gotham's soul with a force of corruption as big as Penguin taking root in the seats of power. No amount of informant work can justify letting a monster like Penguin stay "King of Gotham". I think there's an argument to be made that Oz is a bigger threat to Batman's overall long-term mission than guys like Joker or Riddler. Those are huge immediate threats, but Penguin does a lot more long-term damage to the very soul of Gotham and its people. As long as The Penguin is on top, there's no hope, Gotham will never not be the most corrupt and nightmarish place on earth with him in charge
@book--wyrm
He will truly climb anything no loss so great it can't be flipped into an asseet A nuke Francis armed out of pain and grief and desperation and despair And poor vic Only wanting to do good And instead he saves gothamâs own typhoid mary of misery
@davidmann95
so the thing is Oz kills hope for Gotham forever in this
he's replacing the mayor who stands for hope at the end of The Batman with a corrupt comics rando built on a lie so he can install himself as the power behind the power forever Batman can't be alluded to in the slightest until the very end because it can't be until there's no lingering 'aw, I don't want my boy to get Batman'ed' it can't be until we understand truly and completely why this man proves the necessity of someone out there to stop him
The other stabs at this with Oswald, from what Iâve seen, are trying to make him low-down and dirty and vile enough to be a âproperâ Batman villain. But this already made him low-down and dirty and vile. And made us love him for it. This isnât about âfixing himâ, this is about taking him all the way to the top Heâd accept no less
This is about making him operatically nightmarish enough to be a guy Batman is going to fight forever
Lucas
VENGEANCE, GET OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
#dc comics#the penguin#the penguin hbo#hbo max#max#oswald cobb#oswald cobblepot#sofia falcone#sofia gigante#victor aguilar#francis cobb#colin farrell#cristin milioti#rhenzy feliz#deirdre o'connell#matt reeves#lauren lefranc
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20. Emotional
@jegulus-microfic | March 20: Emotional | word count: 588
All week something had been feeling offâŚ
Regulus couldnât exactly place why people were acting all weird and emotional around him. Even Remus, who is usually the only person Regulus can trust to be normal, is acting off.
Every time Regulus walked into a room everyone would stop talking or very clearly change the subject.
If he tried talking to Remus he would get all nervous constantly looking around and then would leave.
Barty and Even were no better than cutting off their calls and canceling the weekly lunch.
Finally, he decided to ask Sirius about it hoping that his brother would be honest with him. To his surprise, his brother took one look at him turned around and left without a word.
Normally this would frustrate him, but after trying to talk to his brother yesterday heâs just worriedâŚ
His only option left was to wait for James to come back from a trip and ask him if he knew what the hell was going on.
This went on for two more excruciating days.
At last on Monday, when he should be having lunch with his best friends he wakes up to his name being called.
âRegulusâŚRegulus, wake up loveâ
He opens his eyes and sure enough, his boyfriend who should still be in London is in front of him and heâs kneelingâŚ?
âWhat are you doing James?â
âLook, I have been trying to come up with ways to do this for months. Finally, I gave up and asked our friends but nothing sounded right⌠a dinner and a walk, going to the astronomy tower where we fell in love, shouting in the great hall, every grand gesture of love⌠but none of them seemed to like us.â
He notices the box James is fiddling with. It wasnât big or flashy but it did have stars painted in silver all around it. He wonders if it came like that or if James put them there himself.
Slowly James opened the box and took out two rings.
âJames what-â
âJust one second of love, okay?â
â..okayâŚâ heâs still a little sleepy and disoriented but he knows what was coming, he can feel the tears begin to well up in his eyes.
âRegulus, I have loved you my entire life. Even when I didnât know I loved you, I knew I needed to be around you. All my life I felt like I was chasing the wrong people, like I was getting caught up with the idea of love before falling in love. I didnât even understand how strong it could be until I met you. Every year we have spent together has been perfect, even in the middle of a war, even when we fight, or when we werenât sure what was going to happen the next day, everything has been perfect because I have you by my side. So-â
âYes!!â
âI havenât finished yet!!â He could see James holding back his tears, a smile splitting on his face, and could feel his spilling down his cheeks,
âFine, fine go oneâ
âSo Regulus Black, would you do me the honor of marrying me?â
âYes James yes Iâll marry youâ he cries out, his voice sounds watery, so different from his normal speech.
James fumbles with the rings and puts one in his hand.
Itâs beautiful, just a silver band with a small stone in the middle, inside J.F.P with a little sun carved in. On Jamesâ hand a matching one with R.A.B and a star.
#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#starchaser#james x regulus#james potter x regulus black#marauders#jegulus microfic#jegulus fanfiction
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Famous Baby (blurb)
The Final Straw
Warnings: verbal argument, angst, smut (oral receiving and giving, P in V) buckle up bc this is an emotional rollercoaster.â
âYouâre so rude!â
âAnd youâre selfish!â
You scoffed, âIm selfish because I donât think you need to make a speech?â
âItâs a congratulatory speech.â Auston clarified, âon behalf of the team-â
âThe only people that need to make a speech are Justin and Ryan.â You cut him off placing your hands on your hips, âThe owners of the company.â
Drew House was turning 5 and Justinâs mom had the idea to put together a party to celebrate the accomplishment. She wanted it to be big and filled with Justinâs friends, family, and the things he loved the most.
So she planned a few different meetings for everyone to get together which unfortunately for you included Auston you flew to LA specifically for this.
âSo I canât make a speech, but you get to sing a song?â
âDo you want us all to sit in silence the whole night?â
âDjâs have a job for a reason.â Auston crossed his arms over his chest. âAnd they can play actual good songs.â
On any other day Austonâs jab about your music wouldnât bother you. You deemed him useless and untalented musically speaking. But today, the comment put you over the edge.
You took a deep breath before calmly responding âHire whoever you want Auston, I donât care.â
Your cold tone, took Auston back. He didnât expect you to switch it up so quickly. And only two outcomes were plausible now. The argument ends here or you were about to go off.
Auston knew this was a fragile moment and how he responded would determine the outcome. He shouldâve just silently agreed or even gave into your idea, but he was stubborn and good at self sabotaging.
âYou do care.â He pointed out, âIf you didnât you wouldâve shut up at the beginning of this discussion and let me be in charge.â
And that was enough for your deep breaths and the counting method your therapist taught you to avoid outbursts to be forgotten.
âYou know what Auston, no asked you to be in charge because they know you suck at it.â Youâre voice rose with every word, âIf you were good at being in charge you would have a winning team, but you donât.â The venom in your words were no competition for the fury that filled your eyes, âThe only reason you are relevant enough to even be sitting here is because Justin loves hockey. Itâs not because you encouraged him to build the brand, or supported him every step of the way, or put in money for it to be successful.â You listed off what the others in the room, Justinâs friends and family, had done do ensure his success. âYouâve done nothing, but show up and ruin things, so you can sit down and shut up, because no one here cares about what you think.â
âIs that why you wrote a song about me.â Auston challenged, âbecause you donât care about what I think?â
Your mouth went dry and your throat felt like it was beginning to close up. You swallowed thickly, refusing to let the tears that so badly wanted to come out make an appearance. This couldnât be happening. Despite the release of your new single you told no one who it was about, now Auston just did that for you.
âThatâs it. Iâm done.â Your chair squeaked as you abruptly stood from it. âAuston, go fuck your self, Scooter, I quite.â
You stormed out of the room the door slamming behind you. The table fell silent following your exit, no one knowing what to say or do.â
âGo get her.â Scooter, Justinâs manager sighed rubbing his face.
âNo, we donât need her, especially if she doesnât want to be here.â Auston sat back in his chair crossing his arms.
âShe was one of the most important people sitting at this table. Scooter paused, âGo. Get. Her.â
âSheâs a big girl, she made her choice. And now you want me to chase after her?â
âI donât care if you have to get down on your knees and beg for her forgiveness, she better be sitting at this table tomorrow.â He finalized standing up himself, the discussion was over.
Auston didnât follow you immediately, his pride too strong. He waited until the evening when he had no choice but to fix things. There was less than 12 hours until everyone would meet again.
He reluctantly drove to your apartment after getting the address and penthouse number from Hailey.
Auston tapped his hands on his legs waiting for the elevator to arrive at the top floor. He could think of a million things he would rather do than apologize to you, but his friendship meant more than his dislike toward you.
Following your show in Arizona, Auston made it his mission to push down any type of feelings he had for you. The two of you together would be complicated and that was something he couldnât deal with, not at the start of the season.
Between the time he knocked on the door and you answering, he debated just leaving, but he didnât have the time to do that once you answered. Auston couldnât keep his eyes from wondering down your body at the short cotton shorts that hugged your hips and the cropped tank top that dipped down to show cleavage. His thoughts were only interrupted by your voice.
âCan I help you.â
âUmmm yeah,â he stammered forgetting what he had planned to say eyes still focused on the way you leaned against the doorway, one arm holding open the door as the other rested on your hip. âI wanted to apologize.â
âApologize for what?â You showed no emotion, but didnât miss the way he had yet to look you in the eyes.
âThis afternoon.â Auston finally looked up meeting your eyes with his own. âSaying those things.â
âYeah, thatâs sounds really sincere.â
âCan you please just let me in so we can actually talk?â Auston huffed annoyed that you were holding your ground.
You rolled your eyes but stepped to the side to allow him in. You closed the door and walked past him to the couch in the center of the room. âOkay, start apologizing.â
Auston sighed sitting on the wooden coffee table across from the couch. âListen, (y/n), Iâm sorry for what I said. I was angry and,â he sighed again frustrated at the lack of words coming to mind, âand Iâm just really sorry.â
âWow, that was more pathetic than the first attempt.â You crossed your arms, âbut Iâm not surprised considering you never apologize for anything. This is probably a lot for you, trying to use words with more than one syllable.â
âYou done?â
âNo.â You shook your head sitting up straight. âItâs one thing for you to not like me, but embarrassing me like that when you know that song was vulnerable for me, was just mean.â
There was lots of gossip surrounding the song you revealed at your show. Later that night you released the recorded version and the next morning it was everywhere. The discussion about who it could be about was a hot topic, everyone wanted to know, but no one did. Even when your best friends asked who it was about you brushed it off saying it wasnât about anyone specific it was just a concept you thought of.
âI wasnât thinking.â
âYou never think!â You shouted, âyou just say things and do things without thinking about the consequences.â
âI apologized what else do you want from me?â Auston shouted back throwing his arms in the air.
âNothing.â You stood up and stormed toward the door and holding it open. âGet the fuck out.â
âWhat the hell is your problem?â
âYou. Youâre my problem. Now leave.â
âIm not leaving until we figure this out.â Auston responded not looking at you and refusing to stand.
âYou donât get to decide when this conversation is over. You are apologizing to me.â
âThen fucking accept my apology if you want me to leave.â
âNo. Your âapologyâ was terrible.â You put air quotes around the word apology allowing the door to close in the process.
âThen Iâm not leaving.â
âFine, then Iâm calling security.â You announced attempting to make your way to the phone on the side table by the couch, but Auston blocked your path.
âMove.â You threatened trying to push past him, but Auston wouldnât budge.
âWill you justâŚstop being so fucking difficult?â Auston held onto your arms to try and keep you in place.
âNo.â You pulled your arms back with a surprising amount of strength, but Auston got to the phone before you could and threw it across the room.
âWhat the hell is your problem?â You reiterated his question from earlier.
âYou. Youâre my problem.â His voice came out strained.
Both of you stood chest to chest breathing heavily. Auston looked down at you, he wanted to walk away but he couldnât. Watching you so worked up, breathless from arguing and cheeks red. You looked so pretty, and you were standing so close, and he was so turned on. So he didnât think, he just acted as he leaned down, one hand placed on your neck and kissed you.
You wish you say your initial reaction was to pull away, but it wasnât. You sank into the kiss like you had been waiting for years for it. Your fingers clasped together around his neck as his free hand found a home on your hip.
You kissed for a long time taking turns opening your mouths wider giving the other person more access, neither of you coming up for air. Auston sat down on the couch, pulling you down with him. You kissed down his neck as you straddled his waist. Austonâs hands rubbed up and down your back under your tank top as you continued working down his neck and back up nipping at his earlobe. He tugged lifting your tank top over your head and tossing it in the corner.
âFuck.â He groaned noticing that you decided to not wear a bra with it leaving your bare chest in front of him. Auston dipped down to kiss the valley between your breast before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned at the attention he gave them.
âYou drive me crazy.â You whined raking your fingers through his hair.
âThe feelings mutual.â He mumbled coming up from your chest and planting a kiss on your lips. You only broke the kiss to remove his shirt and then your hands were back on his body as his lips were back on yours.
âStand up.â Auston demanded nudging you his knee. You did as told and watched as Auston got down on his knees in front of you without breaking eye contact. He couldnât help but chuckling thinking back to what Scooter said about getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness. Watching the way your legs clenched looking at him, Auston knew he would get on his knees for you whenever you wanted.
You knew this was all wrong. You hated him and he hated you, but watching him hook his fingers in your panties and sliding them down your legs, that was right.
Auston placed kisses along your inner thighs before he tapped your leg âseparate them.â
You couldnât help the loud moan that escaped your lips as Austonâs tongue met your clit. You latched your fingers back into his hair and attempted to steady yourself. Auston held you firm as he continued to lick and suck like he had been walking in the desert for days and you were his first sip of water.
Your legs only became weaker as you felt him slip two fingers inside of you. They pumped at a rapid pace and you began falling apart around them.
âAus, I-â you started but couldnât finish as you moaned loudly. The combination of his tongue and his fingers had you closing your eyes and seeing stars as you came calling out his name.
âI know, baby, I got you.â He reassured picking you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. Auston placed you down as he stood at the foot of the bed.
âYou out on quite the performance earlier.â You watched as he reached for his belt. âCalling me a bad leader, screaming about how Iâve ruined things.â He slowly removed his belt and unzipped his pants. âAnd my favorite,â he smirked climbing onto the bed. âTelling me to sit down and shut up.â
Auston leaned back into the pillows and placed clasped his hands together behind his head.
âIâm going to do that now and I want you to suck my dick until Iâm whimpering like you just were.â You couldnât help the way your body reacted to that statement.
âCâmon baby, I know how much you love performing.â He smirked down at you as you crawled between his legs, âput on a show for me.â
You swirled your tongue around his tip before slowly taking more of him into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and went down on him until he was touching the back of your throat.
âKeep doing that.â He encouraged as you used your right hand to twist and stroke the part you couldnât fit. You let your mouth and hand move in a rhythmic motion.
âJust like that.â Auston panted eyes shut tightly.
âOpen your eyes.â You moved him out of your mouth to make the request. Auston continued to breathe deeply eyes still shut. âI wonât continue until you open them.â You threatened waiting for him to look down at you.
âGood.â You said satisfied as he looked down. You hummed around him taking him further down your throat. It wasnât long until Auston was grinding his teeth together to keep himself from finishing.
âI want to be inside of you.â He said pushing gently on your shoulder to stop you. Auston flipped you over so he was back on top. After stroking himself a few times he aligned himself with you.
âAbsolutely not.â You grabbed his wrist. âPut a condom on, I donât know who youâve stuck that in.â
Auston chuckled reaching into the bedside table, while kissing your neck âit feels better without it.â His breath was hot against your ear and youâd be lying if you said it didnât make you rethink.
âI donât care. Iâm not catching something from you, that would make this whole situation even more embarrassing.â
âOh, baby, thereâs nothing embarrassing about how good Iâm going to make you feel.â Auston slid the condom on like you asked before thrusting into you. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist wanting him as deep as possible. Auston dipped down kissing you roughly as he worked his hips into yours.
You two moved in synch, like youâve done this before. As his hips went down, yours went up to meet in the middle, hitting the perfect angle.
âTell me you want me.â His request was so soft you almost didnât hear it.
âI do.â You reassured him, knowing your mind was made up in the living room that this was what you wanted.
âNo. I want to hear you say it.â His voice was strained as he rested his face in your neck.
âI want you, Auston.â Your words seemed to encourage him as he picked up the pace.
âYouâve had a funny way of showing you wanted me.â
âSays the guy who called me overrated.â
âSays the girl who called me selfish and arrogant.â
âSays the guy who made me cry and exposed to everyone that I wrote a song about him.
Auston stopped moving his hips for a moment and met your eyes seriously, âyou cried?â
âIm sensitive.â You shrugged âPlus I got an awesome song out of it, which is doing really well on the charts. So, ya knowâŚ.it worked out.â
âLook at me.â Auston grabbed your chin to bring your eyes back to him, âIâm sorry.â
âItâs whatever.â You brushed off the apology with a wave of your hand.
âNo, (y/n),â There was something earnest in Austonâs eyes, a mixture of pleading but also reassurance âIâm, so sorry for hurting you like that.â
âI know.â You reassured him placing a hand on his cheek and brushing his hair out of his face gently. He may have been the one apologizing but you wanted to comfort him, reassure him that you truly forgave him, for all of it.
The moment felt intimate, romantic even and that was too much for Auston. It was one thing for him to fuck you, but a whole different thing if you thought it was anything more than that.
If there was one thing you agreed on it was that you both had very busy schedules and that you both were too selfish with your time to commit to something serious. The last thing either of you needed was love.
âFlip over.â He instructed
âHuh?â You looked up at him, and unlike the moment before Auston looked away.
âI want to take you from behind.â Auston watched as a look of hurt crossed your face, but it was only for a moment before you were doing as you were told.
Auston slipped himself into you again and began moving like before. He found the perfect pace again and had you screaming his name within minutes. He gave you a minute before he started back up. He wanted you to cum again. Partly because he wanted to make up for being such an asshole but a bigger part of him wanted to do it out of pride. He wanted you to think about this night when you were alone and touching yourself. And he definitely wanted you to think about it, if you tried being with another guy.
Watching you come undone a second time had Auston quickly following. You didnât let him pull you back into his chest or hold you close before you were up and going to the bathroom.
âDonât get too comfortable you definitely arenât staying the night.â You tossed over your shoulder.
Right before closing the door is when you heard his response, âI didnât plan on it.â
He made it clear that this was casual. You couldnât lie to yourself and say that him making you turn around didnât hurt, but you understood it. Returning from the bathroom, you watched as Auston redressed himself as you did the same.
You walked him back through the living room and to your door.
âWe donât tell anyone about this.â
âAbout what?â His look of fake confusion only lasted a moment before he was smiling and placing a quick kiss on your lips. âDonât worry, no one will find out.â
âGoodnight Auston .â
âGoodnight, (y/n).â
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Date Crasher
18+ Content Minors do NOT interact
Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader
Summery: Your toxic ex-husband Kakashi crashes your first date since the divorce and you fall into his baby trapping scheme when you look to use him for a one night stand.
Warnings: NSFW, Baby Trapping, Public sexual acts, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Oral, Unprotected Penetration, Degradation.
Word Count: 3.4k
Anon Ask
Tonight was a big night. After months of wallowing in self pity youâre finally doing it. Youâre finally going on a date. Youâre not expecting to find love on the first try or anything, you just want to dip your toe in the dating pool. Maybe even splash around a little bit. A hot makeout session and maybe even cuddles would be nice. Nothing serious, just a small ego boost from a nice guy.Â
It had been forever since the last time you were on a date. You didnât know how to dress for one anymore so you just wore your favorite outfit. Was it really girly? Yeah, but it looked cute and you felt confident. Nothing could make you feel more beautiful than your sparkly pink body con dress. The fabric stretched over your hips just right, tapering in to hug your thighs and accentuate your coke bottle figure.Â
As you gaze in the mirror you realize this is the prettiest youâve felt ever since your ex husband cheated on you. You scan yourself up and down as you soak in the figure of a woman you had since forgotten. A tear begins to well in your eye before you blink it away and grab your bag to leave.
You head to the restaurant and wait at the bar for your date to arrive. After your second tequila sunrise you decide to slow down, not wanting to be drunk before your date arrives despite how calming the liquor is to your nerves. You chase the lime wedge around the bottom of your glass with the tiny ink colored straw when you hear a woman clear her throat. You begin to stand as your eyes glance up to meet the hostess.
âEvening miss, your table is read-â
The small woman gasps as a strong hand comes down on your shoulder pushing you back into your seat.
âShe wonât be needing that table. Now scram.â
Her tiny frame, after a quick nod, disappeared from view as she slipped through the crowd that mingled around the bar. Hand still pressed on your shoulder, there was suddenly a warm tickle in your ear.
âNow just what do you think youâre doing here?â
âMoving forwardâ
âOh no sweetcheeks, youâre not moving anywhere. Did you really think Iâd let my wife go outside wearing that slutty get up?â
âIâm not your wife anymore.â
âYouâll always be my wife. When will you realize that. I own you, sweetie?â
You shove his hand off of your shoulder and make to stand up and leave when his other hand grabs you.
âNot so fast, babe. Weâre not done here.â
âYes we are.â You say, ripping your arm out of his grasp. âNow, I need to call my date and reschedule seeing as youâve officially ruined my mood.â
âDonât bother. Heâs not coming.â
You freeze and turn around. âWhat did you do?â
A coy smirk grows beneath his mismatched eyes.
âKakashi, what did you do?â
âI gave that twerp a proper warning outside to stay away from my wife.â
You let out a huff in frustration. âIâm not your wife!â
âYES YOU ARE!â he boomed the words so loud that the restaurant fell silent.
Your eyes flick around the room in embarrassment. âOur nullified marriage license would disagree.â You give one more glance around the bar. âCan we please not have this fight in public?â
âWe wouldnât have to fight at all if youâd just let me come home.â
âYouâre not coming home because you cheated Kakashi. You broke our marriage the moment you stuck your pecker inside another woman. Donât blame me for the fruits of your labor just because they taste bitter.â You grab your purse and start to head towards the door.
âThere you go with your high and mighty speech again.â
âLeave me alone Kakashi.â
âNo, not till you see reason.â
âYouâre the one who needs a reality check.â you say haughtily as you walk away.
Kakashi is hot on your tail as he once more grasps your arm. He pulls you out of the restaurant, dragging you down the street.
âKakashi let go of me! Let go!â Your arm tries clawing him off of you but he drags you into a vacant alleyway and shoves you against the wall. Your hands are pinned against the rust colored brick on either side of your face. Hot breath fills your ear with that sultry deep voice.
âWhat were you going to do with that little punk, huh? All slutted out in your favorite pink dress? Were you gonna let him touch you?â
Kakashi rolls his hips into you and you feel that familiar sensation of fear and arousal blended together.Â
âWere you gonna give my pretty lips away to some other man?â
He lunges in to kiss you, swirling his tongue around your mouth before biting down on your lower lip. Tears splash down your cheeks during his forced passion. You didnât want this. You wanted an awkward first date with a nice guy, but instead youâre trapped under your toxic ex husband.
Kakashi lets go of your wrists to grab covetously around your waist, pulling you in and squeezing you against his defined chest. His kiss becomes more desperate while you vainly attempt to push him off of you.Â
âYouâre never going to find someone else who knows you like I do sweet cheeks. No one else will ever satisfy you the way I do.âÂ
His lips ghost over your cheek and trail down to your chin. You canât help the way it steals your breath.
âNo Kashi.â
âNo baby, you donât get it. We belong together.â He starts kissing your neck, softly lulling you into a state of compliance. âWe still have a future together.â
âKakashi, please.â
âPlease what baby? What does my good girl want?â
You didnât know what to say. You wanted him to stop and leave you alone but you also wanted him to keep going and touch you the way he used to. What he says is true, no one makes you feel the way he does. No one can make your skin flush the way he can. No one makes your legs shake like he does.Â
âCome on baby, what does my sweetcheeks want?â
Your eyes close as you breathe âKiss me.â
âGladlyâ
He restrains your hands above your head with one hand even though you were no longer fighting him and with the other her laces his fingers through your hair just above the nape of your neck. He pulls your head forward till your face is crashing into his, squishing your nose against his in a searing kiss. He rubs his pelvis along your hip as he sucks on your tongue, pulling it from your mouth into his. You moan into him and he knows heâs won back his little wife temporarily.Â
âMoanin like a little whore, huh? Is that what you are?â he teases âYou daddyâs little whore?â
You look up at him through your lashes hating how much you loved how he degraded you.
âYeah, youâre daddyâs whore alright which means I get to take these.â
Kakashiâs hand slips from your hair and pulls up the hem of your dress, phishing underneath for your panties. He rubs his fingerpads over the fabric, massaging your clit and making you squirm. Just when his hand works you into a fever, he slips under the elastic band and yanks them down to your knees where they fall to the asphalt in the dark alley, pooling around your shoes.Â
âNow sheâs dressed like a whore.â he whispers into your ear as he brings his hand up to cradle your heat before dipping his pointer and middle fingers past your folds. A gasp slips from your lips and the cocky smirk on his face makes you twist in frustration. He loves the control he has over your body. He loves how he plays you like a fine tuned instrument. His fingers disappear inside of your gummy interior as he buries them deep within your walls quickly and repeatedly. You moan and squirm in his grasp. The squelching sounds from under your dress become louder with each stroke of his hand.
âPlease Kashi, slow down, Iâm gonnaâŚâ but you were growing too dumb from his hand to continue.
âGonna what baby?â
âMâgonnaâŚgonnaâ
âSpeak sweetcheeksâ
You choke out your next words, âmâgonna cumâ
Your eyes cross and a creamy substance surrounds Kakashiâs knuckles. He withdraws his hand and smells his fingers, loving the sweet stench. Lapping up your tangy juices from his knuckles, he licks his lips before feeding you his fingers to finish it off.Â
âLooks like someone remembers who she belongs to. Let's get my slut home.â
âNo wait!â
Kakashi pockets your underwear before pulling the skirt of your dress above your hips and exposing your entire sex. He then slings you over his shoulder so the whole street would see your bare cunt as Kakashi carried you to his car.
âKashi, put me down!â
One arm hugging around your kicking legs, with the other he buried his knuckles back into your slit, finger fucking you into silence as he walked.
âKashi, sâso embarrassingâ you whisper between gasps, head dangling upside down while one hand claws at his shirt, the other clutching your purse.
Many sounds of surprise and disgust were heard from onlookers but Kakashi didnât care. He relished in the power. He enjoys embarrassing you the way you embarrassed him in your meaningless divorce.Â
As he carries you into the parking garage a group of drunk men saw you and catcalled. Kakashi asked them if they wanted a taste of your gushing wet pussy and two of them agreed eagerly.Â
âKakashi, no!â
âQuiet slut!â he yells with a harsh smack to your ass.Â
You whimper as the strangerâs hands run up the back of your thighs and grip your stinging cheeks before you feel his steamy breath against your labia. He laughs before diving his tongue into your unconsenting cunt. The man moaned from your sweet fluids and began to bury his face in your warmth.Â
âSay thank you, Y/Nâ
âT-thank you, ahh!â
His tongue began scooping out your tangy arousal before his friend became impatient and pushed the man away to get his fill. Both of his hands came down on your ass as he stood behind you and began to suck on your clit.Â
âDonât just moan like an ill-mannered whore. Thank the man.â
âThank you sir!â you say through clenched teeth.
âThank you for what?â Kakashi barked
âThank you for sucking on my pussy!â
You scream and shake before more cream comes dripping out of your entrance. The second stranger gladly slurps it up before Kakashi continues walking you to his car. Your freshly wet sex feels cold against the night air as he makes his way through the garage but your face is hot with embarrassment.
Once you come up to the royal blue Corvette he sets you down, both hands cupping your face to kiss you tenderly before he spins you around and bends you over the hood of his car.
âYou love being a little slut. Look how wet you are cause some strangers wanted a snack.â Kakashi slapped your plush behind violently, making you scream.
âBut youâre done being their toy. Now itâs my turn.â
He slaps you again, both the sound of the sting and your scream reverberate off the concrete walls. Kakashi hurriedly unbuckles his pants to free his raging cock from its confines. He presses the tip to your folds which part easily for him, welcoming him back to his rightful home. Â
A whorish groan spills out of you as the familiar stretch loosens your silky walls.Â
âYeah, thatâs right, groan for your daddy.â
You close your eyes and hum, the embarrassment ebbing away slightly as his strokes satisfy an itch that you cannot scratch all on your own.Â
âThatâs right baby. Remember me? Remember how good I make you feel?â
You try to ignore him as your body reacts in bliss. You didnât want his words tainting the utter euphoria it is to have him inside of you.Â
âNo one else can do this to you. Not like I can.â
âPlease shutup.â you slur between gasps as he pounds into you with loud wet slaps.Â
Your hands had been bracing the hood of his car but your outburst of sass made him steal your wrists and pin them behind your back. With one hand he restrained you, with the other he fisted your hair just like in the alleyway.
âDonât you dare speak to me that way, little slut.â
He snarls and though you hate him, you loved how rough he was being with you.Â
âIâll speak to you however I want, cheater.â
âYouâll respect your daddy.â
He pistons into you to quiet your retort as your hips collide with the carâs paint over and over. You canât help the way he causes you to unravel when speared on his dick like a spit.Â
âYouâre mine sweetcheeks. Always will be.â
He pulls your hair as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a grunt of discomfort from the tug and it only reaffirms his control.Â
Soon he stands up to his full height again before pumping away inside of you. Your eyes cross as you feel your legs give out from the intensity of the throbbing in your cunt. Each harsh thrust steals your breath away till you babble on his cock and cum comes gushing out.Â
âSee baby? All mine.â
He takes you and shoves you into his passenger side seat before slamming the door shut.
âHey! Kakashi, let me out!â
Kakashi rounds his car and gets in the driverâs side.
âWhat the hell? You have the child lock on? Are you insane?â
He doesnât respond. He only turns over the engine.
âJust cause we fucked one time doesnât mean weâre getting back together. I just needed to get my rocks off.â
âStop being a brat. Weâre going home.â
You were livid. He was quite literally abducting you and you had no way of stopping him. You groaned knowing you were at the mercy of his sick mind and were going to have to pay for an Uber to come back and get your car whenever he released you from his dumb games.
âIf I hear any more of your sass that pretty pussyâs gonna get it once weâre home.â
You purse your lips together before chewing on the inside of your cheek. This man is out of his mind. Heâs delusional. He seriously thinks youâre just gonna go along with all of this?!
He pulls up to the house, opens up the garage and parks inside. You wait not so patiently for him to round the car and open the door for you.
âFine, Iâm home now. You can leave.â
Kakashiâs hand swiftly strikes your face. You cup your cheek in shock.
âDonât tell me to leave my own home.â
The glare you give him would frighten most but heâs completely indifferent to your rage.Â
âIâm not leaving my wife or my home ever again.â he grabs you by the hair and pulls you close to his face. You can smell the hint of mouthwash lingering on his tongue as he speaks. âDo you understand? Youâre not moving on from me. Ever.â
The way he snarls at you almost makes you believe he cares. Like he must love you but alas he doesnât know how to love. He only knows how to fuck and itâs easy to get them confused.Â
âDrop the act Kakashi. This was just sex and you know it.â
He spins you around so he is behind you. One of his hands comes up to your neck and the other to your chest where he gives you a good squeeze.Â
âThis isnât just about sex and you know it. Now walk.â
The two of you stumble to your once shared bedroom and he throws you down on the mattress. Climbing in, the springs give way under his weight and he positions himself over your body.Â
âIâm gonna take good care of my pretty baby. Gonna make sure sheâs satisfied like a good husband.â
You roll your eyes in response and he slaps your face once more. You look up at him gobsmacked. âI said to stop behaving like a brat.â
Kakashi pins your arms above your head and lunges in for your lips. His mouth strays from your lips and greedily explores your body, licking and nipping your neck, collarbone, and chest. His hands slide from your wrists up your palms and his fingers slip between yours. Your back arches up, pushing your chest up into his. He grinds up against you, mindlessly relieving his aching member while he happily invites his lips to roam wherever they please.Â
You fall back into your old ways, moaning as your skin is tickled by him. Was he a walking red flag? Absolutely, but did he know how to touch you?Â
âYesâ
Kakashi groans as he lifts your dress, pulling it off of your figure. You raise your hips and then your shoulders as he drags the fabric up and over your head. Your naked silhouette lay bare beneath him and the drool quite literally falls from the corner of his mouth.Â
You feel the warm droplet splash your skin as he unbuttons the front of his pants. Hands brushing up along your sides, sliding under your shoulders, and clutching your back. Muscular physique pressing against your form before he lines up his tip.Â
It slowly pushes past your sopping lips before parting your gummy interior, seeking to bully against your cervix and push his precum up into your uterus. Soft little mewls sputter from your mouth, clenching around the girth that has always brought you ecstasy.Â
A creamy ring already forms around his base and he can feel the coolness of the bedroom air with each withdrawal as you paint him in an increasingly thick coat of your arousal. The chill is a stark contrast to the warmth of your walls that he plunges back into rhythmically.Â
He is never letting you go again, no matter what you say. You will stay by his side. He will ensure it. Thoughts of moving back in and living out the rest of his life with you consume his mind. His pounding triples in enthusiasm and your body is pushed up the bed slowly.Â
Your hands move to clutch his chest when he flips you to your belly. One leg is settled between his knees and the other is bent by your waist. The angleâs deep and stroking a spot so sweet you forget about the other woman who broke your marriage.Â
The blankets scrunch from your fingers clutching them tight as you brace yourself for his beating. Snapping hips pummeling into your cheeks as you look back at the towering frame behind you.
âYes sweetie, you can cum. You donât have to ask.â
Your eyes squeeze shut as your legs quake beneath him. Fluid drips down onto the bed from the pleasure that rips through you leaving goosebumps in its wake.Â
Still shaking from the aftershocks, Kakashi grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffs it beneath your hips, then closes your legs between his own.Â
He falls to all fours, thrusting up into you with every drop of passion in his body. Your sensitive cunt clumps around him unable to handle how his mushroom head pulls along your silken interior. Your moans echo around the room, body twisting in pleasure. Curses flow from his tongue as he grunts, dropping to his elbows to kiss the back of your neck.Â
Little âI love youâsâ are whispered into your ear as punctuated thrusts slam into your abdomen. His seed bursts all over your walls coating every centimeter of your insides. Kakashi rolls you on your back, swinging your feet over his shoulders and continues fucking his hot fluids deeper, leaning down and tilting your pelvis up to keep his spend inside. He lets himself grow soft in you as he keeps you pinned beneath him.Â
His soft pointed nose nuzzles behind your ear, and you feel his grip on your arms tighten before he says the words,
âIâm coming home for good cause this babyâs gonna need a father and I know youâre ovulating today.â
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So you know how Tf2 takes place in New Mexico? Well Iâm an animal lover, and I know that there are tons of fantastic creatures there and Iâm sure there are a bunch of them they would 100% be hanging around the nooks and crannies of RED teamâs base. So I present to Ye:
Scenarios about our beloved mercs and an animal-loving reader handle an encounter with New Mexicoâs amazing fauna.Â
Part 1: Offense
Scout and the Roadrunner
It was one of those moments where it was somewhat peaceful outside the base for once(this being only a little shouting and an explosion every hour or so) and you where just sitting outside with Scout as he snacked on a bucket of chicken and talked your ear off with anything that came to his mind, all of which you pleasantly listened to. Then, a blur of brown whizzed by the both of you. You bolded up in your seat as Scout looked at you quizzically
âey, is somethinâ wrong toots? I know my story was great nâ all but I didnât think it was that excitinââ
You put a finger to his mouth as you pointed to where you saw the blur dashed to, and after a few seconds, a small bird patters into view.
âHoly shit Scout check it out! Itâs a roadrunner!â
You whisper-shouted. He gave a puzzled look and then gave the small bird an eyebrow raise
âuh, huh, whazat sâposed ta mean?â
He tried to look like he knew what that was but he did a very terrible job of doing so. You excitedly told him about the little bird as it scampered around the dirt,
âitâs literally a badass Scout, it nests in cacti to protect itâs babies, can run up to 26 miles per hour, and it can kill and eat snakes like itâs nothing!â
He just stared at you as you in amazement as you continue on telling little facts about the tiny bird, until you both froze as it started to ease over to Scout. You told him to not freak out as he was looking a bit intimidated, until the bird plucked a chunk of chicken from his bucket and bolted.
âHEY!â Scout yelled as he jumped up and started sprinting after the roadrunner,
âUnfair! thatâs my chicken ya dumb bird! Not yours!â
At this point you were clutching your stomach and laughing as you watched a grown ass man chase after a two foot bird around in circles in the dust.
Soldier and (somehow)the Porcupine
As per usual, Soldiers booming, patriotic, voice was rattling the hallways of the base, so to try and spare some of the other men some peace for a while, you offered to take one for the team, and offer to listen to his âspeechesâ outside so his voice could be âheard across America more efficientlyâ.
âŚâŚâŚ.Speech number, what? 19? You couldnât remember. It felt like you were listening to this man talking about everything striped and star spangled for hours. Until a rustling was heard in the distance. Soldier neck almost snapped in half as he turned to face you,
âWHAT WAS THAT MAGGOT?â
You could just see his eyes under his helmet as they darted every which way. âUh, Iâm not sure, maybe itâs-â
You didnât get a chance to finish as Soldier sprinted towards the detection of the noise.
âALRIGHT THEN! SHOW YOURSELF YOU DIRTY BLUE FRENCHIE! I KNOW YOUâRE THERE!â
You ran after him and did your best to keep up, trying to tell him that this wasnât the best idea, but by the time you caught up to him, he was crouched, face first, in a shrub.
âSoldier! what the hell are you doing! You- oh no..â
Out of the bush came an American porcupine, chittering and squeaking as it bolted in the opposite direction. You didnât even want to know what happened, but you asked anyway.
âuh, Soldier? You ok?â
He shot up, back facing you,
âCADET, I HAVE CONCLUDED. THAT THAT WAS SOMEHOW, NOT A SPY!â
He turned around, the bottom half of his face was covered in quills. You gasped and put your hand over your mouth.
âoh god, what did you do?â
He very vividly describes how he was fearlessly defending the base from the intruder as you dragged him down to Medicâs office. âSO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT WASN'T A SPY?â
âNo, it was an American Porcupineâ
âSO THAT PORCUPINE WAS AN AMERICAN?â
âYes, yes he was, and he was surprised that a fellow American attacked himâ
âWELL HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IF HE WASN'T A COMMUNIST PORCUPINE?â
âum,â
The conversation carried on back and forth until you reached Medicâs office, and you could say he was a tad bit shocked at Soldiers face, but then he handed you a pair of tweezers and some disinfecting ointment and pushed you two out of his office saying he was busy(most likely to do with a new supply of organs). So you spent the next two hours plucking quills from Soldierâs face as you told him more about porcupines.
âThey are the largest rodents in America, and they have poor eyesight so they mostly rely on hearing and smellâ
âOW, THEY DONâT SEEM VERY AMERICAN, OW, OTHER THAN THEIR OW, ADVANCED WEAPONRY, THEY OW, SEEM VERY OW, WIMPY TO ME OW,â
âyeah, they would be in more danger if they didnât have their quills, hey, did you know the reason why it hurts so much to take out is because thereâre barbed?â
When finally, all of the quills were removed, you had to forcefully smother his face in the ointment and put bandages on the nastiest cuts. Afterwards, you sent him off and flopped down on the sofa and let out a sigh. This will be quite a story for later.
Pyro and the Desert Centipede
Engineer was working in the garage one evening and you offered to come and keep Pyro company while he worked to make sure nothing was set ablaze. Safe to say you didnât really understand how Pyroâs funny little brain worked, nor their mumbled speech, but you still treated them like the rest of the mercs and did your best to understand what they say.
You were looking up at the sky while Pyro played with matches and drew little doodles in the dust, until they got up and mumbled a few little words and crouched down near a rock. You got up to see what they were doing when they very forcefully took hold of something with their gloved hand.
âHey buddy, what do you got there- OH HOLY FUCKâ
You jumped back as he turned around and held a squirming centipede right up to your face and cocked their head.
âHudda hu?â
They sounded as if they were asking what it was. They knew you liked animals, they saw you draw them and talk about them all the time, so if anyone knew what this was, it was you.
âOh, y-you wanna know what that is?â
After calming yourself down, you sat next to him.
âMph!â
They nodded a yes as the centipede did its best to try and bite the pyromaniac, but their thick gloves prevented its jaws from ever piercing skin.
âwell, uh, you should probably hold it more at the back of the head then holding on to its mid-sectionâ
They looked at their hand and repositioned it so the centipede was curling somewhat comfortably around the glove.
âyeah just like that! Good job!â
They let out a noise of pride and settled down as you bestowed upon them some epic centipede knowledge.
âThese dudes are the largest centipedes in North America, and can reach up to 8 inches in the wild, theyâre called centipedes because of their one hundred legs, but they actually can have less or even more than that!â
âHrmpf Hudda Mpf!â
Pyro excitedly listens to every word you say, eagerly waiting for more.
âNot many centipedes are dangerous to humans, but that one is one of the only few that can harm humans. Their venom isnât fatal to non allergenic people, but they can certainly give you a nasty nip if provokedâ
You continued info dumping as Pyro eagerly listened on until Engie decided it was probably time for them to head back inside. Pyro let out a small mumble-complaint but eventually with enough convincing, they let the centipede scuttle back under the rock where they found it.
Now, every once in a while, you and Pyro will sit out side and look for centipedes under the night sky.
Until you needed to go back inside.
âPyro, whatâs in your pocket?â
*several centipedes fall out*
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Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!
Update: HEY HEY! Part 2 here!
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