#It didn't matter that he was running over the possible outcomes of a end of the world situation and talking about the deaths of billions.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 14 thoughts from 14.8 through the end:

Gonna get a little bit gay up in here pretty soon. But first, some other stuff.

Pretty much jump right into "Oh shit everything is fucked" with the bio-weapon just spreading everywhere right away.

Skitter's focus on Tattletale specifically when trying to get them to higher ground was top level Chatterbug/Smugbug content. Like sure Sundancer and Trickster too, she wanted to save them. But when Bentley wasn't climbing fast enough what she said to herself in worry was "Tattletale."

Fucking god. Tattletale telling Skitter to fly to the higher building and use bugs so Trickster could teleport them and they'd follow? But fully knowing it wouldn't work and just trying to get Skitter to safety?

"It doesn’t look like her plan will work out. Tell her I’m sorry." - I WAS FUCKING BAWLING

I had figured that Bonesaw's contingency wasn't just a "everyone dies right now" virus or whatever. It would need to be artistic. And it would need to be a punishment to the local capes, both hero and villain. And the way to punish them would be to "take the city from them". "Make them watch it destroy itself." "Make them help".

I feel like what she did covered that general outline with a heavier focus on taking everything away from the capes. But still, god damn Bonesaw. Absolutely fucking terrifying. Super powered face blindness. At the base at least. Don't know who anyone is. Damn.

SKITTER IT'S NOT GAY YET THAT ISN'T TATTLETALE IT'S BONESAW! GAY WILL COME LATER!

If Jack put's his slimy fucking hands on my daughter again I will personally remove them.

The "Don't swear!" from Bonesaw while pretending to be Tattletale was fun. I managed to hit on it before that, but it was a good confirmation.

Fucking Jack and his "You’re versatile" after seeing Skitter make decoys while prepping to tie someone up with spiders. FUCK OFF WITH YOUR DREAMS YOU DICK. YOU CAN'T HAVE HER.

Instantly confirmed when Skitter flat refused to shoot someone despite Jack and Bonesaw telling her to. My daughter might not be perfect but she's not going to be one of you!

Coil fucked up a bit on the phone. He wasn't dealing with the pathogen so he should have done better. Even just asking everyone there to say something so he could listen to the voices. He would have known right away it wasn't Tattletale and Grue. Patching them through to Cherish that easily was a mistake. He really doesn't do as much as he could be. Like ya he's evil but that doesn't mean I'm not disappointed when he isn't using his full potential.

Cherish very fucked up when she thought letting Jack and Bonesaw know where she was would be good for her. Hope she likes her eternal torment at the bottom of the ocean. (Ok there's a chance she'll get pulled out in the future I guess.)

I'll admit, when Amy left with Victoria earlier I wasn't expecting to see them again so soon.

"Panacea is the healer, top floor, Jack is the slasher, the blond girl is the chemist-tinker." I don't know why, since it doesn't rhyme or anything, but I got very "The pellet with the poison's in the flagon with the dragon; the vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true" vibes from this.

Jack trying to convince Amy by talking about how many of her ancestors were successful by being cruel and Taylor just internally going "How many were successful because they cooperated?" Love my daughter.

Victoria is still very much . . . not dead.

HOLY SHIT AMY YOU PUT YOUR SISTER IN A PERSONALIZED FLESH COFFIN MADE FROM CATS AND DOGS?

Seriously. Personalized. It has her face on the outside made out of bone. What the actual fuck Amy?

Proud of my daughter for shooting Jack, even if it didn't work.

It's probably fine that Skitter got Amy to break her brain rule again. I mean like it's good. It was the only way to fix the pathogen. It saved herself and the city. That is all good. Just . . . there might also be some long term negative outcomes. Probably fine though.

Getting gets cured and goes off to cure the city be gay.

"I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her lips." - EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER!

SO FUCKING GAY I LOST MY FUCKING MIND WHEN IT HAPPENED

"'You couldn’t have waited until after you’d cured me before you put the bugs on your face?' Tattletale asked. She was smiling as she asked it." - ALSO EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

SO GAY. DOUBLE GAY. EXTRA GAY. ALL THE GAY!

CHATTERBUGCHATTERBUGCHATTERBUG (SMUGBUG IS FINE TOO)!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also the level of effort the girls went through after that trying to figure out how to cure Grue and Regent without kissing? Fucking amazing. Kissing was only ok for these three. Obviously.

GAAAAAAY

Gay (bug)horse girl gay (bug)horse girl gay (bug)horse girl

And the remainder of the Nine got away. Which is pretty fucking bad I guess. What with the whole "end of the world" and all that. I get that story point is the *actual* big end of the arc. But it's been overshadowed. By the gays.

Did I mention things being gay? I just want to make sure. Cause they were. Gay that is.

Interlude 1 - Sierra is amazing. She is exactly who Skitter needs to be running things while she's away. Charlotte is also amazing and I think worships the ground Skitter walks on. My daughter is, as always, absolutely terrifying when described from anyone else's PoV. She only gets more so every time. She just uses bug speak without even realizing now. Amazing. I love her. Atlas is helping and I'm so proud of him. He even got to take the gun. I hope he gets to keep it.

Interlude 2 (thought about making this it's own post but I'll just keep it really simple) - God dammit all three of the big 3 are Cauldron created? Ugh. Legend you appear to be trying to do the right thing but you sure as shit aren't paying much attention are you? Holy shit like, you believed so much of what the Doctor has been saying for years? God damn bud. How could you look at Cauldron and assume they *aren't* doing human experimentation? Especially since you know they have done it in the past! Like god damn man! At least you do kind of acknowledge that maybe you were purposefully ignoring the signs cause you wanted to be ignorant. Maybe there is a little bit of hope for you. Hell of a lore dump interlude though. Gives me lots to think about. Also I'd absolutely listen to The Number Man talk about spreadsheets all day long.

GAY

[yanderedrabbles]

Cheat on me please

How to safely rid yourself of a yandere

There's no easy way to get rid of him. He's too obsessive. Too controlling. Too bloody single minded.

You tried talking through it and he just scoffed and said you were being silly. That you were just too hormonal and would calm down in a few days.

You tried going no contact and he showed up at your door. Hammered at it until the neighbours called the cops and they dragged him away.

You tried being nice about it and all he did was grab your wrist so hard it bruised. His eyes like chips of stone when he said he didn't want to hear it.

You weren't breaking up with him. You had no reason to.

And the worst part? He was right. You don't have a reason.

On paper, he's the perfect man. Attentive. Generous. Handsome. He buys you gifts, he lavishes you with attention, he's funny and charming around your friends.

And he scares you.

Not because of anything he's done. (Perfect guy, remember?) But some instinct deep inside you tells you to be careful around him.

This one's a predator, he's got claws and fangs, he'll fill you with venom and never let go, some ancient part of you insists.

But try explaining that to him. He's so mindlessly logical. He's not going to leave you because of a silly gut feeling. Come on baby, what sort of shitty boyfriend would do that?

And that's why you're down to half thought out, borderline silly plans to get rid of him. Get your hot friend to sleep with him. Catch them in the act. Throw a tantrum and finally get to break up with him.

You can't try and excuse cheating. It's abhorrent. And his logical side will surely see that, right?

One little hitch though. He's actually loyal to a fault.

Part of you finds it hard to believe. Is he really turning down your absolute bombshell of a friend? The girl all your exes were just a bit in love with?

Maybe he's just being cautious. Maybe he isn't lonely and needy enough to risk it.

So you up the stakes. Decide to avoid fucking him as much as possible. And oh boy, does it drive him crazy. He gets irritable and needy and somehow even more horny the longer your dry spell lasts.

And you know that you almost have him. He's just a man, no matter how logical he pretends to be.

You pick a fight over nothing. Blow it all out of proportion and storm out to stay with your parents for a while.

Piss him off just enough that a revenge fuck seems like a great idea.

He ends up drinking at a shitty dive bar and oh what a coincidence, your gorgeous seductress friend just happens to turn up. The last text she sends you makes it seem like she's finally hooked him and you hurry over to her apartment, feeling just a little giddy. Your plan actually worked! You feel like a goddamn genius.

And sure enough, his car is parked at her front door.

For a second, you feel a little hurt. Yes, this is the outcome you wanted. Yes, you deliberately manipulated him to get to this point. But it still feels like betrayal.

When you make it to her door, it's oddly silent for a supposed drunken hookup. But you're too geared up to notice it.

She left her door unlocked like you agreed and you tiptoe inside, your heart going a mile a minute. Her bedroom door is cracked just a little and a shaft of light cuts through the dark of the hallway.

You swing the door open with a crash, getting to ready to cuss him out.

And you freeze.

There's no guilty couple leaping away from each other, no smell of sweat and cum, no illicit rendezvous.

Instead your friend is tied to a chair, her mouth taped shut with silvery duct tape and her mascara running in black streaks down her cheeks. Her eyes lock onto yours and she tries to scream something through the tape.

The door clicks shut behind you.

You turn slowly. Like putting it off will make the situation less horrible, less like a dissociative dream.

Your boyfriend looks ragged. His eyes are blood shot and his hair is an unruly mess.

But the worst part is the way he smiles at you. Paternal, almost. Like he's caught you doing something naughty but he's willing to overlook it.

"Come on baby, you didn't think I'd actually cheat on you, did ya?"

His voice is condescending, but under the surface you can hear a cold, terrifying anger.

You swallow. Those same instincts that warned you about him are screaming now.

"What the hell is going on?" You demand, trying to sound angry instead of just afraid.

He steps toward you and it takes everything in you to not step away. He picks up a piece of your hair and rubs it between his fingers. Proprietary, possessive.

"What's going on? You should know babe. You're the one who tried to set me up... As though that skank over there ever stood a chance."

He tsks. "I knew something was wrong the second you stopped sleeping with me."

He leans forward and whispers in your ear, his breath ghosting across your neck.

"I fuck you too good for you to give it up so easy."

You jerk away from him, your eyes burning like you're about to cry. How did this go so wrong?

"Are you insane? Untie her right now! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

He backhands you right across the face.

He's never hit you before and the shock is almost worse than the pain. You stumble, clutching your cheek. Your face feels numb at first and then a sharp, fiery pain blooms across your cheek.

He grabs your collar and shoves you toward the bed.

"Oh baby, you're lucky I love you." His bared teeth catch the light and he looks more wolf than man.

The edge of the mattress digs into your thighs and you fall backward. You're still reeling and he has you pinned under him before you can find the strength to scramble away.

"Thought about killing her, y'know. What kind of whore goes after her best friend's man? You deserve better than that."

His grip is unyielding. A part of you always knew he was strong, but until now you didn't realise how big the gap between you actually was. His knee is between your legs and he brings it up to press against your crotch.

"But then a light bulb must have went off. And I decided to see how things played out."

He laughs and there's nothing warm or welcoming in it at all.

"All I had to do was squeeze her throat a little and..." He grabs your throat and thightens his grip until you see stars. "And she was just fallin' all over herself to tell me about your little plan."

He let's go and pats your cheek with rough little smacks. "It was cute, baby. Really was. But fucking stupid."

He leans down and kisses you. His lips are rough and he bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang of it makes you gag.

Your instincts were right. He's dangerous and you never should have tempted this monstrous part of him.

He tastes like cheap whiskey and you struggle to pull away. Your chest heaves and no matter how you buck and twist under him, he still keeps you pinned.

When he pulls away, something in your expression must please him because he hums and tilts your chin up. "But it's okay baby. We'll work through this."

He reaches down and tugs at your belt. "And I know exactly where to start."

[kickbackkanzaki]

The Dungeon Master and Chess Queen

You're the new student and chess captain at Hawkins High. When Eddie Munson asks you for tutoring you're certain you have him handled but you may have underestimated his strategy.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Warnings: Smut (18+), fingering (f receiving), slightly rough foreplay, hand job (m receiving), nudity, intercourse (p in v), swearing.

For the first time all week you were alone.

The library manager had seen an article about your win in Detroit and asked if you could do a chess presentation for the local children. She had left you the keys to lock up and drop in the returns slot when you were done but unfortunately none of the attendees had stayed to help pack up.

It hadn't paid anything and most of the kids had just enjoyed pushing the pieces around the board but it'd gotten you out of your suffocating house for a while.

Mrs Cunningham had decided not to press charges in light of your black eye and the psychiatrist had passed Dad but it had been a long week of bated breath.

Waiting for all that to resolve plus school and tutoring had nearly driven you to breaking point. Robin and Max had done their best to distract you but there was no real way to escape the terrifying potential outcomes that played out in your head all day and kept you awake at night.

"How much longer are you going to ignore me?"

The voice was too deep for a child and too loud for a library goer.

Eddie stood behind you scowling and you swore silently. His posture was rigid and his hands balled into fists like he was ready for a fight.

His eyes scanned you as you stood frozen and lingered on your shocked face. The bruising around your eye had lightened to yellow which you hid with cosmetics but Eddie could still see the mark.

His expression softened a little at the injury but you couldn't accept his pity. You'd hurt him too badly to deserve it.

"Go away Eddie," you ordered.

"Oh good you do know my name," he said sarcastically. "I thought you might have forgotten it after a week of dodging me at school."

"I blew you. Big deal. Get over it."

You sounded as cruel as possible to make him go. You wanted him to believe you didn't care, that what happened in your room was a dumb mistake to be forgotten and he didn't matter to you.

"Look me in the eye and say that."

You couldn't. You adored those warm emotive eyes and couldn't endure the pain that would show in them after your vehement words.

"Get lost already," you told him and turned around to end the conversation.

You tried packing away the chess pieces but your shaking fingers fumbled and some fell out their bag. A wayward pawn rolled across the table and you reached for it when Eddie covered your hand and slammed it down on the piece.

You gasped at the harsh contact and stared at the large hand holding yours in place. The trapped pawn was imprinting on your palm and Eddie's rings were hot against your skin. Your fingers felt so brittle and small under the masculine hold that you kept them still.

Eddie wrapped his free arm around your middle and pressed himself against your back. A few strands of his mane fell on your face tickling your cheek as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

Your free hand grabbed his jacket sleeve and you breathed through your mouth so you wouldn't smell the intoxicating aroma of him.

"Let go."

You meant to sound commanding but the words came out feeble.

"I can't. You're tearing me in two when you wont see me."

His emotional words were muffled as he spoke into your neck and you quivered under his hot breath on your skin.

You'd been wanting this so badly since you'd run out your room that day. For him to hold you tight and protect you from all the mayhem flying around you.

To just forget everything for a while and feel whole with someone who made you feel wonderful.

"I'm a mess Eddie," you confessed weakly and tried to wiggle your trapped hand free.

"We all are baby," Eddie replied and with his free hand turned your neck so he could kiss you.

Your lips touched and you grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to make sure he didn't leave. Your resolve to be alone had evaporated in his warm kiss and you no longer had the ability to feign coldness.

You craned your neck to deepen the kiss and parted your lips to let your tongue search for his. Eddie released your hand to use both of his to cup your face and you turned into his hold.

No more hiding.

Your hands wandered down his flat belly and you slipped your fingertips between the denim and tucked death metal singlet.

Suddenly Eddie wrapped his arms under your backside and lifted you onto the table. You gave a squeal of surprise and blinked with wide eyes at his hungry smile.

"You're not getting the upper hand this time darling," he declared and pulled your head back with a sharp yank on your braid.

A heat flared in you at his roughness and when he pulled away from the next kiss you held his bottom lip between your teeth for an extra second.

You made a playful snapping noise and he answered with a low growl before diving in for more.

Eddie Munson wanted to rip your clothes off right there in the public library and that was fine by you.

His unoccupied hand stroked the stretch of skin between your knee high sock and skirt then slid upwards. You felt the fingers journeying towards your middle and you parted your legs to ease their way.

His mouth was busy working along your neck, nipping the erogenous flesh making you pant with anticipation. You felt Eddie's thumb push on your clitoris and you let out a mewling sound as a jolt went through your body.

"Are you going to purr kitten?" Eddie teased in your ear and slipped one of his long fingers under your thin underwear.

"Kitten wants to come," was your sultry reply.

Eddie's finger stroked the outer lining of your entrance until it was moist and practically quaking for more.

You gasped as the first finger entered your tight opening and Eddie bit your neck at the same time, tearing you between two passionate acts.

"Fucker," you puffed and loosened his belt.

"You love it," he accused and sighed a little when the pressure on his groin eased by the opened pants.

You lifted one knee to rest your heel on the table edge and Eddie slipped another finger in. You groaned appreciatively and started to pump his liberated cock in time with his ministrations.

Eddie made a familiar noise of elation as his member grew in your hand and for a moment your stomach swirled with regret about your bedroom encounter.

It only took a second of looking in Eddie's eyes to know this wasn't a repeat.

The way he was watching you with adoration made you bashful, you'd never been physical with someone who liked you before.

Sex had always been functional for you - a way to exchange intimate energy or release pent up frustration.

Eddie didn't want to use you as a disposable outlet. He was expressing genuine affection for the first person he'd found interesting in a long time.

Your sexy rebel routine and intelligence had hooked him at first but it was the compassion you showed for your loved ones that made him fall.

No one could give so much of themselves to others if they weren't sincere.

"Ah! Ah! Stop!"

Your sudden cry of pain ceased his attentions and he looked at your wince perplexed.

"What's wrong?" he asked alarmed.

"Rings!"

The tiny points on the carved jewellery had scratched your sensitive wall making you recoil.

Eddie's throat dried slightly with embarrassment and there was a damp noise as he carefully pulled his fingers from your hot centre. Their sudden withdraw left you dismal, mourning the potential for more.

The elastic in your underwear made a small pop noise as it fell back into place as if sealing you from further pleasures.

"Sorry! I'll take them off just a sec baby."

Eddie started twisting the demented dragons and demons off his fingers then nearly dropped them when they slipped on his lubricated tips.

"Eddie," you said quickly looking around. "I'm not sure the kid's section is the best place for this."

In the momentary lapse of passion you could suddenly smell the stale books and unvacuumed carpet of the public library. The exaggerated smiles and wide eyes of illustrated animals on the children's story books unnerved you as you held Eddie's cock tight.

"Do they still have those beanbags in General Fiction?"

"Eddie!"

"You're right let's get out of here."

Reluctantly you relinquished your hold on his manhood and pulled his underwear back up. The appendage looked farcical now, far too large for the garment with precum making a puddle on the fabric.

It took two seconds for Eddie to buckle up and pull you away from the scattered chess sets. The librarian would give you hell but you would make up some family emergency excuse.

Eddie barely let you lock the door he was in such haste to get you in his van. The return slot hadn't even closed before he dragged you down the stairs and around the corner where he'd parked.

It had been a lovely day when you'd dressed this morning and decided to walk into town but now the grey clouds were seconds away from opening.

Eddie went to unlock the back door of his van when you gave him a playful shove.

"I don't think so Munson!" you cried indignantly but smiled.

"Oh?" Eddie threw his hands up in mock offence. "I'm sorry madame, do you think you're better than that?"

"Yes I am!" there was laughter on your voice as you pulled Eddie by his vest and kissed him hard. "You shit."

"You adore me babe," he boasted when you finished and the first few drops of rain landed on his wild hair.

Needing no further encouragement you climbed into the passenger seat and Eddie turned the engine over. The stereo came alive blasting your eardrums with death metal and you recoiled violently as Eddie quickly turned the volume dial.

"Sorry babe," he apologised sheepishly, "not used to passengers."

"I felt that in my fillings," you whined rubbing your jaw.

"Soon you'll be feeling me everywhere," Eddie said slyly and received a smack on the arm.

By the time the van pulled up at Eddie's trailer the rain was hammering down.

"Wayne's at a buddy's today watching the game," Eddie assured you as he pulled the handbrake up. "We've got the place to ourselves for a few hours."

The two of you made a mad dash for the door through the pouring rain and stumbled inside laughing. The downpour and cold wind had exhilarated you both into a giddy state.

Your hands had gone icy from the rain but Eddie's were warm from driving and you obeyed his tug towards his room.

You'd never been in Eddie's bedroom but it was about what you'd imagined. Messy as yours but instead of books he had cassette tapes and Rolling Stone magazines scattered over every surface.

You spied the guitar hanging on the wall and stepped closer to inspect it.

"That's my other girl but she's no threat to you," Eddie told you as he threw some clutter off his bed.

"This is no girl. She is a queen!" you exclaimed and marveled at the amazing shape and colour of the instrument.

Eddie wrestled his tangled bedcovers into a more a more presentable state then tried to pull you down to join him.

"Slow down, slow down."

Instead of crashing on the mattress you pulled him to up to stand in front of you. Taking a moment to stay still in the tiny room as rain thundered on the roof.

"What's the matter baby?"

Eddie watched you carefully as you slipped his wet jacket off gently and hung it over the desk chair.

"Nothing," you assured him and slowly wrapped your arms under his. "I just want us to take our time. Enjoy ourselves."

The truth was you couldn't survive another fuck up.

If things didn't go exactly right this time there wouldn't be another chance. You were too scared your teenage sexual blunders would tarnish the enjoyment and leave you both regretting the whole experience.

Eddie joined his arms around you and the two of you rocked gently to the steady beat of precipitation. You rested your cheek against his singlet enjoying the softness of the dark cotton and the thudding of his heart against your ear.

Eddie fell in step with your slower stride and rested his chin on your head.

You stayed that way for a little while like a couple of middle schoolers at the Snow Ball. It dawned on Eddie you'd never done anything as sweet as hug, before the oral in your bedroom you'd only performed petting for the school population.

The two of you had jumped from illusion to reality without pausing in the middle to talk and take time with each other.

"You know babe," Eddie said brushing some loose hair away from your face. "We don't have to this if you want to wait. We can watch a movie or just hang out and listen to some tunes. You could use a lesson in metal."

You pulled your face away from his chest so you could look up at his handsome face.

"I want to," you confirmed softly with an easy smile. "Just not the way we have been."

"Me too," Eddie spoke quickly to assure you he was still on board. "It's just that I want you to know, this isn't something I usually do. I don't fool around I mean, not sex I have sex, just not with someone I really like and I really like you."

"That's good," his words were both a relief and a joy to hear. "Because I really like you Eddie Munson."

You kissed each other nice and slow taking time to learn the contours and texture of each other's mouths. No frenzied rush to get to the next stage or urgent groping.

You gently worked your fingertips under his waistline and pushed his singlet up keeping your palms against his smooth skin as he raised his arms to assist.

Eddie had a complexion a model would envy. His impartiality to outdoor activities kept him out of the sun and covered in heavy clothes. The black ink of his tattoos stood out boldly on his flat chest and you took your time examining them before you kissed each one.

"Like 'em sweetheart?" Eddie asked as he ran a finger down the back of your neck lightly.

"You're a canvas," you giggled and traced your fingers over your favourite ones.

The texture of your shirt on Eddie's middle was mildly irritating and he started to pull the hem upwards. You allowed it and he mirrored the gentle pace you'd undressed him.

He'd of course seen you topless before but his admiration was different this time. Then he had devoured your uncovered skin voraciously but this time he was controlled, brushing his fingers along your arms and collarbones like a jeweller studying a gem.

Your skin responded by breaking into goosebumps and you moved closer to steal his heat. You were used to intimacy being sloppy and rushed because you'd never had the privilege of time, liaisons for you were typically opportunistic.

"Ok baby?" Eddie asked and you nodded. Even now you couldn't admit you felt vulnerable.

"Maybe we should warm up?" you suggested and motioned towards the bed.

The thin walls of the trailer did little to insulate but it wasn't warmth you craved right now. You wanted touch uninhibited by clothing.

Eddie sat on his bed and held his arms open for you to fill. Your bra was feeling restrictive so you quickly unclipped it and tossed it across the room.

Eddie's brown eyes latched onto your breasts following them as you sat next to him and swung your legs onto the bed.

He looped an arm under your back to support you as you held onto his shoulder with one hand and buried your other in his unruly hair.

Eddie took to this new arrangement with enthusiasm and ran a hand under your panties making the elastic flick against your arse playfully.

"Tease," you said against his mouth as you broke apart for a moment.

"That's your name," he countered and dove back in for more.

You knew Eddie liked your arse since he was always smacking it playfully when he passed you in the hall.

He squeezed your hip making fingerprints on your muscular backside then ran his thumb across your pelvis until it rested on your clitoris.

Your mouth opened and you made a little 'oh' noise as he began making circular motions on the sensitive spot.

"Tell me what you like."

"Just keep doing what you're doing."

"Come on tell me. Fast or slow?"

Eddie was getting anxious now because he'd stepped into new territory. He'd only had sex with older women at the community college a few towns over when he'd gone to sell merch at parties.

Those women always latched onto him and did what they wanted without verbalising but Eddie never complained because he'd always achieved release. In a way it was more business than pleasure.

He didn't want to be that way with you because he wanted you to feel as good as you could make him feel. He needed your guidance to do that though.

"A little faster," you said with a small lump in your throat, "and a bit more force."

Eddie complied and your hips bucked involuntary at the surge that shot through you.

"Good?" he asked needlessly.

You nodded and he pulled you upwards again to continue kissing.

The pleasure building in your core was sending tremors down your legs and your feet slid back and forth on the bedspread. It had been a long time since you'd last indulged and you'd forgotten how intense it could be.

Eddie had musician's touch so his thumb played you until high whimpers escaped your lips.

"Wait a sec," you said suddenly halting his hand.

"What's the matter baby?" he asked as he kissed your cheeks and neck. "Don't you want to come?"

"I do," you replied positively. "With you."

You gently pushed him on his back so you were lying side by side on the single bed. The space was tight but you would have kept close even if you'd had the room to stretch.

"Have you got something?" you asked and kissed his ear.

Eddie reached for the nightstand and ran his hands through the draw without taking his lips off you. His blind groping produced a handful of guitar picks and other useless assortments until you lost your patience and rolled on top of him to see for yourself.

You found the condoms and ripped one off the strip before passing it to Eddie.

"Know what to do?" you asked seriously.

This was one thing you couldn't afford to fuck up.

"That was the one Health class I showed up for," Eddie answered and opened the wrapper.

You helped pull his pants off then tickled his feet when you took off his socks. You got a playful kick for your mischief and when his cock was sheathed you crawled up the bed and squeezed it hard.

"How do you want me?" you asked.

"Can I," there was a beat of hesitation, "get on top?"

Eddie's experience with college girls had all been with him seated while they went wild on top of him. It had been great but he'd never been in charge.

"Sure," you said sensing his trepidation and gently encouraged him to roll you over.

You sank into the weary mattress as Eddie climbed on top and you could feel some of the fire dying down. The engagement had gone from passionate to perfunctory because of nerves.

Eddie rocked a little bit as he figured where to put his hands while you grabbed his cock and rubbed the covered tip on your entrance before lining it up.

Eddie looked at you silently until you nodded then pushed into you hard.

He didn't hurt you but the lack of style and dryness of the condom caused you to pull a face that made Eddie panic.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked in a tight voice.

"No just go slower," you advised.

"Are you sure? I can stop?" Eddie was beginning to spiral into doubt.

This was not how things went in the videos he'd watched, those people never fumbled. They slipped straight in and had the girls screaming after a few thrusts.

You shifted your hips a fraction and wrapped your legs around his waist so your ankles crossed. Eddie let out a little noise as he sank deeper into you and you caught his chin forcing him to look at you.

"Take your time," you told him firmly but kindly.

Eddie didn't reply but started to rock his hips against yours until you settled into a matching speed. His hair had fallen like a curtain over your faces so you bunched it together and rested a hand against his cheek, thumb dragging along his bottom lip.

"You feel good darling," he puffed and you hummed appreciatively.

He felt good too and you were getting slicker with every thrust. Eddie was gaining confidence and you wanted to take things up a notch.

You took a breath to tighten your core then pulled your pelvic muscles to clench around his cock.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie yelled and nearly lost his rhythm. "What the hell was that?"

"Did you like that?" asked biting your lip naughtily.

"Do it again!"

You laughed at him and tightened yourself causing Eddie to pull a face of sheer ecstasy as his thrusts got faster and rougher. Your feet were bouncing against his small backside and the poor bedframe sounded ready to split.

"Baby I'm not gonna last," he puffed and looked at you with desperation. He knew you hadn't come. "You're so fucking tight."

"Move with me," you said quickly and you awkwardly rolled together until you were reversed.

"I came out," Eddie puffed as he looked down to see his cock now slickened with your moisture pointing at the roof.

That didn't happen in those videos either -those people stayed together like industrial glue.

"I got ya," you said and took a firm grip before lowering yourself down on him.

During foreplay you'd forgotten to take your skirt off and it bunched around your hips as Eddie filled you from underneath.

It was your turn to pull amusing faces as this new position allowed his cock to reach you in a spot that itched for attention.

"Mmm, mmm," you managed as you felt the tip tickle your center.

"What's that sweetheart?" Eddie asked teasingly and you swatted his decorated chest.

Fuck his smart mouth you wanted to come. You had forgotten how good this could be and in that moment you were oblivious to the burdens that weighed you down.

You were alone with someone who made you feel alive and happy every second you were with him.

Eddie felt more confident in this familiar position and squeezed your hips as you ground into him.

"Come on, get it," he growled and dug his thumbnails into your skin.

Your high socks chaffed your knees as you rocked back and forth viciously greedy for satisfaction. The two of you had found your perfect synch and you rode him furiously for the pleasure to consume you.

Eddie's nails were clawing up your back leaving red marks and he was swearing with every roll of your wet centre. He wouldn't last much longer but you weren't ready to release him yet.

You still needed him.

"Here! Here!" you yelled and pushed his fingers into your clitoris as you rocked him mercilessly.

Eddie rubbed your bud vigourously and yelled with you as he tried to contain his own orgasm.

"Eddie! Fuck! Yes!" You felt an unmistakable sensation rising as all the stimulations clashed together then you screamed as the first burst rippled through you.

You slammed into Eddie with each wave of your orgasm and screamed so loud you didn't hear him curse out his ejaculation.

For that minute you weren't a student, a chess champion or a dutiful daughter. You were a girl getting fucked hard and you embraced it with every iota of your being.

You rode him until you were sure the sublime sensations had passed and your pelvis came to rest. Beneath you Eddie puffed as he rubbed the red marks he had made on your back and you stroked the sweat from his handsome face.

Every so gently you separated yourself and wedged yourself between him and the wall. Your head made a cushion of Eddie's shoulder and the dry sheets absorbed the sweat from your skin sending a sudden chill through you.

You snuggled closer and laid a soft hand on Eddie's flat stomach, watching it rise and fall with his laboured breaths.

"It's official sweetheart," he puffed after a little while, "you have fucked The Freak of Hawkins High."

You didn't answer and Eddie figured you were ignoring his dumb joke. He was too lost in orgasmic high to keep playing and instead tried to get everything straight in his head.

One day you meet the boss of an underground book cartel, give her ten bucks to play chess, swap some witty banter then she winds up in your bed giving you the time of your young life.

It made perfect sense right?

A tiny whimper floated to his ears and he looked over to see you crying silently on his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, what's this?" he said reaching over. "I was just being stupid."

He wiped your tears away with his big thumbs and made you look at him.

"No it's alright," you said as you moved into an embrace. "I'm just really happy."

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said you’re not in my time zone, but you wanna be (part 4) | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: You're back in The Valley attempting to move on with your life after The Sekai Taikai events when an opportunity arises to compete once again. Will you finish what has been started? Will things with Axel continue like they did back in Barcelona? Or will true colors come to surface and betrayals be made?

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 → alternate ending

Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: None, allusions to sex

(a/n: the moment we've all been waiting for.... ps. keep in mind this is a fanfic and not everything will line up with the story of the show. thank you for all the love on this series, i hope y'all are pleased with it.)

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You toss your back pack on the floor of your bedroom before plopping down onto your bed, stomach down.

Like clock work, your fingers move instinctively to the Face Time app like you did everyday this past month, pressing the name that sent your heart into overdrive.

The call rings once, twice, and then the screen lights up with his face. His hair is a mess, sticking up in different directions, and his eyes are still heavy with sleep, barely open.

"Morning, handsome," you tease your long distance boyfriend.

Axel groans, his face burrowing itself into the pillow. "Not time yet."

You tsk'd glancing at the small clock on your nightstand that read '3:01 PM'.

"I'm afraid so," you regret to inform him. "It's 7:01 am over there."

He picks his face up from the comfort, his dark blue irises shining from the bright reflection of you in his screen.

"I'm so tired," he mumbles rubbing a hand over his face to awaken himself. You notice the dark circles under his eyes, the sleepiness a little more intense this morning.

"You didn't sleep very well, did you?" You ask worryingly. "You had a nightmare?"

Axel nods, unable to vocalize that he had another nightmare about Kwon's fall back in Barcelona.

"I'm sorry, baby," you attempt to console him over the phone. "You should've called me, I would've stayed on the phone with you while you slept."

He chuckles knowing in fact you have answered his calls in the middle of class, leaving an earbud in one ear as he would try and go back to sleep with you on the other end.

"You have school to worry about, ljubavi," his nickname for you sends a warmth through you. "Don't worry about me, I'm good."

You frown wanting nothing but to reach across the screen and wrap your arms around the boy who held the trauma the most out of everyone.

"I miss you," you whisper as the ache in your chest surfaces. Axel's gaze softens, a lazy tug pulling at the corners of his lips.

"I miss you too," he exhales, sleep still evident in his deep voice.

The past month has been life altering for everyone, what was supposed to be a tournament of champions around the world turned into a deadly outcome of someone that was led down the wrong path in life.

After you and Axel parted ways the next day, you made a promise to each other to keep in contact as much as possible, no matter the time, or distance.

"Tell me about your day, I like hearing your voice when I wake up," he says as he sat up in his bed, removing the blanket over him.

You smile softly before giving him a run down of the past 8 hours while he slept.

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"Have you heard anything?" You ask Sam as you helped unfold a red cloth to place over a table in the LaRusso Dealership.

"Not yet," she says quietly, her eyes drifting over to Miguel who blew up balloons with Johnny. "You?"

You sighed spreading your hands among the soft fabric, smoothing it out over the tabletop.

"No, and my mom keeps sending me Tik-Tok's on the best places to see when in Okinawa," you huff.

Sam lets out a small laugh at you mother's eagerness for you to be accepted into the CIEE Study Abroad Program in Okinawa, Japan.

"Sounds like she's more excited than you are," your best friend teases you.

"I am," you say with a slight shrug. "I just don't want to get my hopes up if I can't get a scholarship."

"Did you get approved for grants or loans?" Sam inquires.

"Yeah, not everything is covered though."

You remember the large numbers written across the screen of your computer, even with the grants and subsidized loans, your mom who already works 2 jobs, would have to pay out of pocket.

"You're gonna get that scholarship," Sam assures you, placing a hand on top of your, squeezing it lightly. "I know you will."

You nod, thanking her silently for the encouragement before looking back at her boyfriend. "Have you told him yet? About our plans?"

Sam places her face in her hands, shaking her head.

"No, I don't know when the right time is, especially if we don't know our acceptance yet," she explains. "Have you told Axel?"

You grimace, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Nope, I like you don't know how to tell him," you relate. "I don't want him to be freaked out that I could move closer to him."

"I think you should tell him, from the way I saw you two back in Barcelona... I think he'll be excited," she gives you a small smile.

"Yeah, maybe," you blush thinking of the morning's and nights you and Axel talk on the phone and constantly send each other messages of random updates.

It's been only a month, and it's felt like an entirety without him.

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"Alright, what is the big news?" You ask setting your laptop down on your desk, continuing to get ready for the LaRusso dealership anniversary party.

"Sensei told us the tournament is back on, and it will be there in The Valley!" Axel informs you all at once.

You froze mid-swipe of your lipgloss, glancing back at the boy taking up your screen.

"W—What?" You question moving closer to the computer. "How?"

"All the sensei's agreed to come back, and pick up where we left off at tournament," he explains. "Mr. Silver is paying for everything."

You can't help scoff at the mention of Silver's name, the bitterness overcoming you.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be happy," Axel frowns seeing the distraught look on your face.

"I am, I'm dying to see you," you reassure him. "But Silver still being with you guys... it doesn't feel right."

"Don't worry, ljubavi," he spoke softly. "He means nothing. I can't wait to see you again."

You shake off the bad feeling, instead focusing on the fact that you'd be able to reconcile with the boy you missed the most.

"Me too," you say, your eyes softening. "Maybe this is a good thing."

Axel looks at the camera fondly, a small smile upon his lips.

"You look beautiful by the way," he compliments you, causing you to blush. You weren't sure if Silver bringing back the tournament was a good thing, but one thing was for certain.

You couldn't wait to be with Axel in person again.

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The next few weeks are spent training for the revival of the tournament, you find yourself sparring with each and every one you know to help prep you for any outcome.

Tory attempts to drop out of the challenge but with you and Sam in her corner again, she opts to join again, but still stays with Cobra Kai.

It's the night before the rematch of Robby and Axel, you're dressed in a simple white sundress, tugging at your homemade bracelet as you knock quietly on the hotel door.

You don't know why you're nervous to see Axel again, your fingers shake slightly as they brush the bracelet on your wrist. The door immediately swings open revealing the person you ached to see.

Axel stands there, barefoot, hair slightly damp from a shower, his black t-shirt hanging loose over his frame. But it’s his eyes that hold you still, widened slightly, flickering over you as if trying to memorize everything all over again.

"Hi," you whisper softly.

Axel doesn't say anything as he steps forward, engulfing you into his arms, your feet lifting off the ground as he crashes his lips into yours in a kiss that makes your head spin.

You barely have time to react before you’re sinking into him, one hand running over the back of his head, the other fisting into the fabric of his shirt as he holds you like he never wants to let go.

Axel walks you backward into the room, the door shutting close, only breaking the kiss when you’re both breathless. 

"I forgot how beautiful you are in person," he murmurs leaning his forehead against yours. Your heart is racing, eager you were finally here, in his arms.

"I should stay away more often if this is the greeting I'll get every time I see you," you tease him, your lips curving up into a smirk.

He chuckles before diving in for another kiss, taking his time to memorize the softness and warmth of your lips.

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"This is not what I meant by dinner and a movie," you grin placing the freshly delivered pizza on the bed for you and Axel to share.

You adjust his large shirt over your frame as you move to sit back on the bed next to the boy who stared at you with adoring eyes.

"I'm not complaining," he smirks pressing a lingering kiss below your ear as you flipped the lid open to the box.

You roll your eyes playfully, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the movie options on the tv before you.

Axel grabs a slice of the pepperoni pizza, holding it up to your lips as you searched through the menu. You laughed softly before taking a bite.

He takes a bite after you, continuing to watch you as you ponder what to choose.

"Don't just gawk at me, help me choose a movie!" You whine, fighting back a smile.

"Okay, okay," he grins chewing through the mouthful of food.

Deciding on 'How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days' you and Axel attempt to watch the movie, but once you finish eating, talking overcomes the both of you.

"So, I decided to do something... kind of life changing," you say, eyes watching Kate Hudson as she decorates Ben's apartment with her stuff.

Axel turns his head toward you, one eyebrow quirking in curiosity. He shifts on the bed, propping himself up against the pillows as he watches you closely. 

"What is it?" He asks giving you his undivided attention. You nod, suddenly feeling a little anxious, unable to bring the words outs.

Axel see's this and takes ahold of your hand in his, squeezing it in reassurance.

"I applied to the study abroad program in Okinawa."

For a moment, there’s silence.

You bite your lip, rushing to add, "Not because of you, or—or because it’s close to Hong Kong or anything."

He furrows his eyebrows at your wording making you panic and continue word vomiting.

"I mean, obviously, I love that I’d get to see you more, but this is something I wanted even before we, before us happened," you gesture between your bodies.

Axel stares at you for a second longer, then, to your surprise, his lips curve into the biggest, most genuine grin.

"Are you kidding me?" he breathes, blue eyes shining. "That's great, ljubavi!"

Relief washes through you, the nerves fading away.

"You said in Barcelona you wanted to explore the world," he reminds you. "And now you get to do that. I'm so happy for you."

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, before laying a tender kiss to your temple. Your heart swells, warmth spreading through you at his words and actions.

"It's not for sure yet, but Sam and I submitted our applications about a month and half ago," you say. "We should be hearing back any day now."

Axel nods leaning back against the headboard.

"You both will get in, I have no doubts," he assures you. "How is her boyfriend's mom?"

You smile grabbing your phone to pull up pictures from the group chat with all of your friends.

"She's doing so good," you gush pressing on the new photos of Miguel's baby sister. "Miguel and Robby became big brothers just 2 weeks ago."

Axel smiles as you scroll through the photos of baby Laura, pointing out how small and cute she is to him.

"Thanks for asking," you say appreciating the fact that he cared enough to remember about your friends.

"Well maybe after tournament, I can meet your friends, and your mom," he suggests. One thing that stood out to Axel about you was the love and care you held for those around you.

He wanted to be apart of that too.

"I'd love that," you grin. "I should probably warn you about my mom though... she'll love you."

Axel laughs sinking down into the pillows, tugging you along with him.

"I can't wait," he says lowly, brushing his lips against your nose.

And neither could you.

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You decide against spending the night at the hotel filled with the competition, and not wanting to wake up feeling unprepared.

Besides your jet lagged boyfriend fell asleep the minute the clock struck 10 pm.

Making your way into the elevator, you fiddle with your car keys, already reminiscing the last few hours you had with Axel.

Consumed by your thoughts, you don't notice the tiny girl that's slipped in beside you.

"I hope you enjoyed your time with him, it won't last very long after this."

Glancing to your left you see Zara standing next to you, her arms crossed. You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes.

"You don't know what you're talking about," you say lowly, your eyes staying in the doors in front of you.

Zara lets out a chuckle, take a step in front of you.

"Axel might want you now," she continues, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "but want isn’t everything. Loyalty is. And his loyalty?”

She’s staring at you with intense eyes, her hands on hips. “That belongs to us, his team, his sensei, the Iron Dragons."

She lets the words sink in before adding, "Not you."

Your jaw tightens. You know she’s trying to get in your head, but that doesn’t stop the sting of her words from settling uncomfortably in your chest.

"Axel and I know where we stand," you try to say coolly. "Nothing you say changes that."

The elevator dings, doors sliding open. Zara steps out first, turning over her shoulder with one last smirk. "You're just a distraction, sweetheart. So enjoy your time while it lasts."

With that, she disappears down the hall, leaving you standing frozen in the elevator, your stomach twisting.

You know what she says isn't true, Axel cares for you. He wants to be a part of your life, beyond just stolen moments and FaceTime calls.

But her words cling to you, whispering doubts you can’t quite shake.

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part 5

Tag List: @karmaswitch @babylambdietcoke @fallout-girl219 @maryb4h @ggrgcribg

(a/n: we backkkk wasn't sure if the same people still wanted to be tagged, but tagged y'all anyways. i needed to get this going before i got distracted with the other amazing requests im getting, so here's this part.)

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Okay, I never post on Tumblr but I just got hit with such a violent hyperfixation that I forcibly had to put into words so, this is long one.

Life Series SMP as the Magnus Archives

So I had an idea for a Life Series AU where all the players are an avatar of one of the fears from tma. Warning that I haven't seen all Cc's povs so I'm mainly going off of vibes and moments I remember. I also tried to have at least 1 member in each fear.

Bdubs - The Dark

This is for obvious reasons with his association with sleeping and clocks. My hc is that, cause he can't sleep the night away, he kind of became an avatar of the dark. I like the idea of him just kind of hiding in shadowy corners, the only way to know he's there is by the sound of the clock letting you know that it's night now and you should not be out at this time.

BigB - The Spiral

This is mainly based on the whole thing with secret life and the weird corridors he had. I like the idea of that every time you look at him, you're not sure what emotion he is feeling. Is he happy? Annoyed? Angry? Who's to say. And where does that corridor lead anyway? Oh, wait, he says there are no corridors, but you just saw one didn't you? Oh, it's gone now, where did it go? Where did it's contents go?

Cleo - The Flesh

This was an obvious one. As much as I think she could also fit into other categories like the desolation, it's too hard to ignore the obvious aesthetical choice of making them a Flesh avatar. I mean, come on. I think as a fully realised avatar, she would have too many limbs. There are at least 7 leg warmers and sweatbands, not all on legs or arms. She had to work hard at jazzercise to get legs like that. And I mean it, the original owner was still using them.

Etho - The Stranger

This was a tough one, but I kind of like where I ended up. In almost every season, he has had more than one alliance, usually a main team and a back up one. Especially in Wild Life, where he was teamed with pretty much everyone. I think he, as a full stranger avatar, is always your friend, but also always your enemy but he's also the enemy of your enemy so he's your friend? At this point you're not sure how loyal he is to you or anyone for that matter. I also think that everyone has seen under the mask, but it's all different things. "I saw Etho's face, he had a huge mustache" "What? No, he doesn't have a mouth" "I saw that he had 2 mouths under there" "I saw every possible outcome of every universe happening simultaneously and in all of them, humanity perishes" "this is why we don't talk to you."

Gem - The Corruption

So this is mainly to do with the whole zombie thing in Secret Life. I was toying with the idea of Bdubs being the Corruption as well due to the Boogieman kills. I'm still not entirely sure of my decision. I want the Corruption ideas to lean into how people draw Gem as some form of woodland creature or druid. I like the idea of the Corruption being like plant life/small bugs. As a full avatar, she would look like how she is commonly drawn, but it's not entirely clear if that's skin, fur or bark. There's bugs in it regardless. Are her eyes glowing? Is it the fireflies around her or is it actually coming from her eyes? I think she'd appear almost like the Creaking, where you turn away and suddenly greenery and bugs start swarming from the ground, consuming you.

Grian - The Eye

I'm really in-between fears for this. As much as the Watcher symbolism works well for the Eye, I wasn't sure if I wanted both him and Martyn to be avatars of the Eye. I eventually decided, given he sets up the games and runs them, Knowing slightly more info than other participants, it does really tend towards the Beholding. I like the idea of an unwilling avatar like Jon is, but his abilities grow more and more over the seasons before it gets to Wild Life where someone is like "I wonder what the wildcard is today" and Grian is just suddenly flashbanged with the image of:

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Impulse - The End

I haven't really watched Impulse POVs so I wasn't really sure what to do. I have a vague memory of him always doing quite well and getting in the last few a lot. I also know that previous teams have banked on Impulse being the member that could actually win. Regardless, he always dies just before he can win. I think he's a new, unwilling avatar, not fully coming to terms with his new identity, he always gets so close, only for death to sweep him away and he is forced to try again. I think that he, as an avatar, would be themed around wasting time, the concept that everything ends in death so the time spent before is pointless and wasted, this especially applies after his death in limited life.

Jimmy - The End

I mean, come on. The Canary Curse? Need I say more? I will add though that I think he's slowly becoming a fully realised avatar, hence why, in recent seasons he's not been out first, able to harness and manipulate his curse. Jimmy's always the first out, so we're all safe until he goes.... Right?

Joel - The Desolation

So this is about the whole "the ship burns, everything burns". I feel like, near the end of every series, he slowly gets more and more angry and violent. He usually starts acting almost desperate, think of his desperation in Last Life with his faulty traps. He is angry, volatile, and will do anything to burn everything you cherish to the ground. If the ship burns, everything burns.

Lizzie - The Buried

I've never really watched Lizzie's POV and I also didn't have anyone for the Buried. I couldn't think of anyone else that would work, so this is based on how, whenever she dies, someone seems to try and sell her bones to Joel. It's a weirdly common thing. I was gonna do the vast cause of her ending in Secret Life, but she did go down, not up, so I prefer the idea that she got stuck underground. It may look like the night sky, but it's the lack of air slowly choking her, unable to claw her way out, suffocating in silence deep under the ground.

Martyn - The Hunt

So I was also gonna put Martyn with the Eye because of the whole Watcher/Listener thing, but I think the Hunt fits better. I like the arc of his transformation over the course of the Life Series. In 3rd Life, he's essentially a soldier for the Red Army. Then, after realising the bloodlust and red haze, he becomes a relatively peaceful Southlander. But eventually, he kills his soulmate, unable to contain the need to kill and hunt. It reaches its peak in limited life where he just snaps, kind of like Daisy at the end of season 4. He then spent Secret Life as a dog before going back to his Red King as his hand in Wild Life. Ren may be an actual dog, but Martyn is his bloodhound.

Mumbo - The Web

Okay, hear me out: Mumbo as a very new avatar of the web who, due to the machinations of mother spider, is not aware of his avatar status, the avatar status of his pears, nor the existence of the fears at all. Think about it, every time Mumbo has gone out of the series, it has been his own fault. He attacks Grian unprepared, completely forgetting the ramifications of his actions. Gets stuck on a fence he placed then killed by a Warden. Gets stuck in his own spider's web of tnt minecart tracks. He also never goes for kills with basic PvP, it's always some elaborate scheme; making end crystals from a ghast farm, making a complex system of tracks for launching tnt, digging out a pit under a base and waiting for sooooooo long for someone to conveniently walk over the hole (also the web fucked that up for him with the fireworks in the background). I also really like the idea of the webs being like lines of redstone. I cannot draw, but can fully imagine the fanart in my head.

Pearl - The Hunt/Lonely

So Pearl is a double avatar. I couldn't decide between them. I hc her as the concept of looking out on the moors to see the silhouette of a lone hunter, on a horse with only the company of her hunting dogs. I think she embodies the solitude and the quiet of hunting by yourself. The only company she has is snarling hunting dogs, there to help stalk and tear at her prey. The only issue is, this hunter isn't looking for game.

Ren - The Slaughter

Ren does also fit with the hunt, but given his whole King persona, he lends more to the idea of a war waged by leaders in distant lands with a large toll amounting of nameless soldiers fighting for ideals their King tells them to believe in. I think his whole Red King character is pretty much a Slaughter avatar as is, so not much needs to change. I'm not entirely sure how I mix this with other seasons, but I do believe that Ren's most iconic character is the Red King, so fight me I guess. Red Winter is coming.

Scar - The Lonely

So Scar always focused on his connection (or lack there of) with Grian. He died, leaving his partner alone. Then he lived in recluse on a mountain, unable to bring back what he had. Even when forced to partner up, he is still alone. It takes him till Secret Life to finally embrace his avatar identity of being alone. Rumour has it that, on the Secret Life world, you can hear faint humming. No idea where the source is though, it's hard to find anything in the vast sunflower field.

Scott - The Vast

Scott was also hard to place, but I can't fight his whole spacey vibe. I also like the idea that, by refusing to succumb to the Boogieman curse, he defied the Watchers, these enormous, all powerful deities. I like the imagery of Scott, an ant in the face of these gods, being the bigger man.

Skizz - The Lonely

So Skizz is normally one of the first out in his team. He's also prone to sacrificing himself for the sake of the team. I think that is a lonely existence. I believe that Skizz, after giving his life to allow his team to move on, is forced to sit and watch. Unable to talk to his former teammates and stuck in isolation watching them go on without him.

Tango - The Desolation

Tbf, I think the way people draw Tango as a blaze has skewed my perception a bit. But I do believe the volatile anger he has works well with the idea of the desolation. As well as that, he has also had everything he loves destroyed. His ranch, his trust, etc. he's experienced so much desolation, he has simply become the burning fire of grief that laps at his feet.

Anyway, thanks for reading this far. Please let me know if you have any suggestions or changes I should make.

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First question was, if you have an ao3 acc and if ur ok disclosing it cause I'd love to read ur work. If not, I understand though.

But I did wanna request headcanons about the guys realizing they like marshmellow. How they act and their internal dialogue. Mainly want Nimh, Volks, Eli, Anon, Scale, Cole, Cashew, Poe and Seth. If you've already done some of them, then I apologize. Take ur time of course, and don't worry abt doing anything you don't want to.

Nimh: It's a happy realization and it comes pretty quickly. Probably after that first kiss where you partially change him back, something clicks for him and all the pieces fall into place and he realizes his feelings. It's a good thing for him. He's actually pretty giddy about it!

Volks: Volks is in denial for the longest time. Even after he knows on some level that he likes you, he's still in denial about admitting it or acting on it, even though he's already starting to act different around you. He's actually a little scared. Once he finally let's himself admit it, he's not sure how to proceed from here. It actually causes a lot of conflict for him internally-- it's all worth it in the long run for him, but it's kind of a mess on his end at the start.

Kelby: I think he knows it before he knows it ya know???? Like he's aware he's crushing before he even thinks the words. Once he realizes he's all focused in on winning you over! ...somehow. Okay he needs a game plan, but he's got this!

Eli: He gets crushes like he breaths air so him crushing on you was no big deal to him. The amount he realized it was different though, he kinda slowed his roll a little bit. He didn't pull back or anything, and he still acted like everything was normal, but he got really contemplative over it all. He ultimately decided he's gonna ride it out and see where this all goes, and if you end up being his end game, he'd be very VERY okay with that

Anon: I think Anon was a little in denial too but not the way or level Volks was. He tries to approach everything logically and feelings don't always mesh with logic. He needed to figure out how to approach this but low key, when he noticed he was getting a little better with his life and coming out of his shell more and being more willing to find a balance, he fully decided that no matter the outcome, you were a good influence on his life and he's happy to have you around. He just really appreciates your presences in his life honestly. Not that he would tell you that... at least not at first... >.>;;;

Garret: Garret kind of just lets his feelings happen. He don't fret about any of it too much, he just enjoys how happy you make him and tries to make you happy in return! He's a simple dude and believes love is simple too!

Dmitri: Similar to Eli he catches feelings like no one's business. But when he starts to notice how much more intense he has them for you, it does make him pause a bit-- THEN PROCEED TO THROW HIMSELF IN THERE WITH GUSTO! This! This must be the love he's been waiting for his whole life! Look out his darling beloved, HERE HE COMES!

Ichiban: Not so much denial as it is avoidance. Not that he avoids you, he's just trying to ignore the clear dokis he's been feeling. He just ignores and ignores until he can't any longer. It's a little embarrassing for him, he won't lie. But the heart wants what it wants and when has he ever not been up for a challenge!

William: plays the whole thing cool cause it is cool. He's very at peace with his feelings and is mature enough to realize that if you don't accept them, it's not the end of the world. That being said, you do still give him butterflies, don't get it twisted.

Myx: Excited and scared and a whole lot of nervous. Plays it as cool as possible but you make his heart do all kinds of wild flips and he's really hoping you feel the same.

Stirling: A weird mix of denial, avoidance and accepting it all at once. He's had many suitors before, and has had many a lover, so when he starts to fancy you it's not that big a deal! At first... but then he notices just HOW MUCH he likes you and he starts to panic a little. (not a lot, just a little!) so he just ignores the feelings and denies to himself how much he's feeling until it eventually builds into a daring confession of his love. He's very swooning and brooding that one

Scale: DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL! Don't be ridiculous! He's not the swooning sort who falls into all that wishy washy lovey dovey crap! He's a trained killer with a good head on his shoulder! But why can't he stop thinking about you?? or get that cute smile of yours out of his head... THIS HAS TO BE SOME KIND OF TRICK! Well, HE'S not gonna fall for it! ...But maybe he should still check on you. Ya know-- just in case...

Sven: He doesn't notice the feelings at first but when he does he accepts them right away and little changes other than he gets a lot more flirtatious and a little bit softer

Cole: OOOOH BOY. This one. Homie has some MAJOR inner conflict to settle before he's ready to confess ANYTHING. At first you were just a curiosity. A little thing that caught his interest. A fun distraction that he needed cause he was getting BORED. But then he started noticing you more often. Thinking of you more often. No-- thinking of you always. He can't get you out of his head! You're haunting him! He falls from curiosity to obsession so subtly even he didn't notice the slip. But now that he has you in his system, he can't be without you. I HAVE to make them MINE. You HAVE to be his. There's no other way. He's not 100% sure how he got here, but he doesn't intend to leave, nor does he intend to let you go...

Poe: he tried halfheartedly to fight it at first. Falling in love felt so cliche. But the butterflies in his stomach made him not care. He accepts his feelings almost as quickly as they dawned on him in the first place. He's not sure he has a chance, but he's enjoying your mere existence either way

Cashew: Those dokis sucker punched him something fierce. He didn't mean to catch them but once they're there, he had to at least try and win you over. He's no romance hero, but maybe, just maybe, you could grow to feel the same about him as he does about you!

Seth: The dokis creep up on him, and he's slow to act once he realizes they're there. He's not fool enough to deny them out right, but he's also not fool enough to throw himself into a fling on a whim. He's gonna sit, bid his time, figure out how to approach this

Reece: Another of the doesn't notice them at first squad. I think when he does he gets p nervous I won't lie. Not super nervous around you persay, but dating when you're a time traveler can be.... tricky. He needs to figure out some logistics before he tries to smooch you

Logan: Is excited and nervous and excited and pumped and EXCITED when he realizes he has feelings for you. He's pretty optimistic in generally and he has a good feeling about you and a good feeling about you both so like-- yeah, he's gonna go for it! Though, maybe he should wait till he's not part otter first...

Aki: A mix of notices and accepts his feelings right away but also doesn't notice. He pretty quickly starts acting like he has a big fat crush in you before he even fully thinking the thought 'I have a big fat crush on them', but he doesn't care, cause he DOES have a crush on you and why wouldn't he?? You're great! And why shouldn't he act on it??? He's great! And together, you'd be great together! Also you're smile is really cute so he's going for it! Look out world, here comes lover boy Aki!

Haru: OH BOY. I have talked at LENGTH as to how this idiot catches feelings and is low key ruined by it. but okay, so AHEM. At first he's got feelings the way he's always go feelings. In the shallow, fleeting, hit and run kinda way. He wants to romance and bed you but he low key wants to romance and bed anyone remotely hot and you're definitely hot so, yeah checks out! BUT THEN--- it's sort of a mix of slowly dawning on him and hitting him out of nowhere, but he starts to realize he's got like--- FEELINGS FEELINGS for you. Like this may go deeper than just playing around, he's starting to get serious. And it SUPER throws him for a loop. He's off his game, doesn't know what to do, he's got a million lines but all of them are corny mindless drivel-- THAT HE'S ALREADY THROWN AT YOU, MIND-- so basically he's fucked. He's a play boy who played himself and now he's not sure how to proceed without sounding insincere so now he's having to double down, be honest and hope to the GODS you believe him when he says how into you he is. Lord have mercy, this man's in for a roller coaster.

Fuyu: The feelings dawn on him slowly and he's in denial about it THE WHOLE TIME. It's absurd! For a great many number of reasons! Least of that he does not 'catch feelings' or 'get dokis'. He is the mighty and fearsome leader of the winter clan! He has slain thousands! He-- maybe never realized how Not A Flex that last bit is... he maybe has a lot of thinking to do... about you, about himself-- about everything. Uh--- D-DON'T THINK HE'S DONE WITH YOU THOUGH! IT'S STILL FOOLISH TO ASSUME HE WOULD COME TO CARE FOR YOU IN SUCH A WAY! But he has come to care so maybe if you wanna sit with him a while... that would be okay he guesses.... FOR NOW.... anyways....

Ace: Catches feelings so fast, clocks them right away, very nervously and anxiously tries to figure out how he wishes to proceed. HE'S VERY GAME REGARDLESS THOUGH!

[dearhargrove]

"You have to shoot them in the head, or they always come back."

Ethan Landry x f!reader (not specified I think tho)

summary You knew you had to do this, he was a killer. You had to end this when you had the chance. But standing here with a gun to your boyfriend's head - no matter what he's done - you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

word count 1,200

warnings swearing, talk of killing someone, spoilers for scream 6, VERY immoral & unrealistic but it's fanfiction soo

a/n I'm not that happy with this so it's kinda a WIP. But just… posted. If this does get some notes; thank you for reading! I promise my other stuff is better.

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You had thought out all kinds of possible outcomes to the plan of waiting out Ghostface at the shrine of the two students (whose names you'd already forgotten). However, not once had you considered having to execute your boyfriend.

Beneath you lay Ethan, blood pooling from his mouth and brown puppy eyes watery and bloodshot.

Sam and Tara were fighting the only other remaining person behind the recent murders, Detective Bailey.

It had all happened too fast; Sam hit Ethan in the head with a brick before she and Tara tried making an escape through the emergency exit. In the chaos of the past moments you'd simply stood to the side, shocked that the boy you loved and had spent your past months with was the one behind the mask.

A whimper of your name pulls you out of your thoughts and your eyes clear, focusing on the curly haired boy beneath you.

There were tears running down his cheeks, chin quivering and gaze pleading, "Please… don't do this."

You shake your head to try and keep the empathy from overpowering your rationality. "Ethan, I have to…You have to shoot them in the head, or they always come back," you recall with a shaking voice.

You didn't want to do this. You wanted to go home and cuddle with your boyfriend who wasn't a killer. He shakes his head and winces, weakly clutching a hand to your pants. Your knees are shaky so you end up sinking to kneel next to his heaving chest, his hand falling to your thigh instead.

The gun in your hand is still aimed in his direction, safety off.

"Come on, baby, please," he begs, trying to look into your eyes but you avoid his gaze and look to the blood stained floor. "Ethan, you killed people I can't-," a sob leaves your mouth and you clutch your free hand over it to stop your crying.

He sobs as well and shakes his head as well as he can, "No, no, no..! I didn't want to. I didn't wanna do this. Believe me!" He cries and your heart breaks a little more. Just from the way Bailey talked earlier and totally dismissed Ethan you had a good guess at their relationship and how much Ethan had wanted to do what he's done.

You purse your lips and sniff, looking back at him. "Explain. Why did you do it then?" He breathes raggedly but he'd be able to survive - if you let him. He swallows and tries calming his breathing, hand still on your thigh.

"He- Dad made me. I just wanted him to be proud of me. Like he was always proud of… Richie," he admits, the name of his deceased brother a painful whisper. You pull your eyebrows together in confusion and wait for him to continue. His face is scrunched up - whether from the physical pain he was feeling or from the memories he was recounting.

"He told me if I wanted to be as good as Richie I had to do what he said. Follow the plan." He slowly looks at you again, pausing for a few seconds. He reaches out with his blood coated hand and clings to yours, fingers closing around your pinky and ring finger.

He felt relief and a sliver of hope fill his chest when you let him hold your hand, his thumb resting on the promise ring on your ring finger he had gotten you not too long ago.

He averts his eyes again and continues explaining, though his voice seems to get weaker by the minute. "I did everything but… killing. Quinn did that. We would switch after I chased them somewhere she could.. finish it." He winces again.

"I didn't kill anyone except Anika. And that was an accident. I didn't want to make her fall, I just wanted her to struggle! I didn't want to kill her, you have to believe me! I didn't want to," he whimpers and tears start running down his cheeks again.

You sigh and let your head fall, chin touching your chest. He deserved to pass away here, with the rest of his family.

But you love him. And no matter how many times you recall him and what he did while wearing the mask you can't bring yourself to pull the trigger.

You put the safety back on the gun and push it far enough away from you. "I should kill you," you remind him with a quiet voice. He nods and fully turns his head to look at you. He calls your name but you don't want to look up; you know you would fold at the sight of his brown eyes.

He says your name again, almost pleading now. It makes your heart ache so you look up and into his eyes. He grunts painfully as he scoots back and sits up against a display case, when he's sat up straight he reaches out and puts his hand on your cheek. His palm is cold and shaky, blood making his grip slippery.

"I love you. You made me feel like I could-" he chokes and coughs, spitting some blood to the side before he keeps talking, "-like I could be enough by just… being myself. I fell for you. So hard."

You're looking into each other's eyes when he finishes his confession, "I can't live without you. I don't want to. So please tell me you won't leave me after this."

You grimace. He may have done way less than all of you originally thought but he still ended the life of Mindy's girlfriend and one of your closest friends. You knew he felt guilty. You could see the regret and pain from knowing he had caused her fall.

But none of that cancels out that he did it.

"I love you. And… maybe I can forgive you someday. But, Ethan… Even if the others also forgive you, Mindy never will. And she has every right not to."

He nods and you both pretend not to have heard his slight whimper at your first sentence. "I need you to forgive me. I can't keep going without you…" he says again and your chest throbs. You're torn between what you want and what you should want and do.

Noone in their right mind would forgive him or even let him live. But you were in love and too empathetic for your own good. Sighing defeatedly you lean into his palm and look into his eyes, "You have one chance to make it up to me. To everyone. If they accept you is up to them, not me."

He sighs out in relief, another tear escaping him as he mumbles 'thank you's under his breath.

[mins-fins]

I WISH YOU WOULD (P.WB)

SUMMARY . . . there's so much more he could've done, so much he could've said. he hates what a stupid mistake he made, and how ashamed he was. what does scrutiny matter if he couldn't even get his feelings out in the first place?

PAIRING . . . park wonbin x male!reader

GENRE . . . angst

WARNINGS . . . internalized homophobia, homophobia in general

WORD COUNT . . . 0.9k

NOTES . . . HAPPY FRIDAY!!! 1989 tv comes out today and i wish you would has always been my favorite song on 1989 so um this is what spawned because of it 👍 i'll be back in half an hour im gonna go watch that scary robot movie lol‼️

. . . lomls @partiallyderived and @jinkiseason asked to be tagged (they wanna make me cry so bad thats so crazy 🤣) (im listening to cherry bomb)

"i love you".

if wonbin could go back, trust he would.

there's something disappointing about falling in love with your fellow trainee, your fellow trainee who is also your best friend, your fellow trainee who is also a boy. he wishes he could rewrite time and not convince his mom to change his class at school, because then he would never have met him.

and now that sounds downright ridiculous, it can't possibly be that bad can it? i mean— falling in love with your best friend as a whole is an entire kind of situation that happens in books and usually has a happy ending. what's wrong with his best friend?

nothing, there's nothing wrong with him.

it's wonbin that's wrong.

having conflicting feelings is normal, obviously, everyone experiences it when they have a crush, but wonbin didn't want to have feelings for his best friend, wonbin didn't want to have a crush on a boy.

y/n was probably one of the best people he's ever met. he's kind, and understanding, and beautiful, and humorous and pretty much attractive to anyone with two pairs of eyes, he's the perfect boyfriend material, he's just perfect.

and maybe that's what felt so wrong about having feelings for his best friend, intimidation.

well, wonbin liked to lie to himself.

yeah, that's the reason your afraid of having feelings for your best friend, your "intimidated" by his perfection, not because your scared of what others would think, other trainees, management, your parents, the world, that's not the reason your afraid of having feelings for him.

wonbin had never really spent a lot of time thinking about it, and he hates how he can practically hear the responses from people the moment he realizes his feelings for y/n.

they're staring at him like he's disgusting.

and what's worse than having people judge you? judge you for something you yourself can't control?

it's what keeps him up at night, those worries used to be planted at the back of his mind, because how would it even become something of relevance in his life? it'd never actually become real.

and maybe he's wrong for thinking such a way; after all, he can't just let others dictate who he loves or doesn't love.

but it's the thoughts in his mind slowly eating away at him that make him feel like everything's spiraling out of control. he can't date y/n, in a company like sm, in a country like korea, where if someone ever saw them together he'd be scrutinized and black-listed from the idol industry despite how hard he's worked?

it all makes him feel sick to his stomach.

how was he even supposed to tell y/n? he knew y/n wasn't homophobic but.. then there's the fear of rejection, he can't even imagine the kind of look y/n would give him if he found out. not out of disgust, but out of surprise, shock.

somehow, his mind thinks of every bad possibility as an outcome.

and just staring at y/n, sweet beautiful y/n who has no idea what he's fighting in his head, makes him fear confessing even more.

the two of them are already what i guess you'd dub "over affectionate". they do a lot of couple-y things like have matching rings, cook for each other, help run errands together, cuddle, steal each other's sweaters, cling onto each other like they were lifelines.

if everything stayed like that, wonbin would be just fine.

but of course, when has life ever been nice to him?

wonbin can't really stare at y/n without feeling like he wants to break down into tears and sob, they could be having the best time ever and he'll still have this overwhelming wave of sadness wash over him when he remembers his feelings.

it disappoints him in a way that it shouldn't..

and y/n clearly picks up on his sudden change. his flushed cheeks, mutters, and the way he seems to enjoy avoiding eye contact with him these days.

is his unusual clinginess noticeable?

wonbin usually isn't self conscious about things that like, but he guesses falling in love with your best friend makes you begin seeing things in a whole different light. he can't help but notice the uncomfortable shift in the air between him and y/n.

nothing has even been said.. so why is his anxiety through the roof?

wonbin finally snaps out of whatever dream he was having when he feels nails dig into his shoulder, squeeze them like his life depends on it. that's all it takes for wonbin to flinch, and he hates the way his reaction is so immediate, it's just more obvious that way.

y/n blinks, startled by the way he suddenly flinches. "you okay?" he inquires, and wonbin wants to kiss him so bad it infuriates him.

he shouldn't want to kiss him.

he feels like he's being pinched, and somehow he forces out a response; "yeah i'm just tired".

y/n doesn't buy his lie, it's evident in the way he stares at him for a specifically long time. "you should be fine".

wonbin pauses. "what?"

"your gonna debut, i wouldn't worry about it" y/n mutters, and he brings his knees to his chest as he rocks back and forth.

wonbin stares, hopefully not for too long, because then he'd just be looking too obvious and then y/n would ask more questions.

he really wants to punch himself at the moment.

he shouldn't feel so disgusted about being in love with y/n.

but he does.

[lady-divine-writes]

The Journey of a Thousand Miles 1/2

Eddie thought he'd be able to find a silver lining, but he can't.

How can there be a silver lining when the outcome is he's alone?

Eddie is used to being alone. But alone has never felt like this. He feels hollow.

Empty.

Eddie crawled into bottle after bottle trying to make sense of it all. He thinks he understands the logic of Venom sacrificing himself and leaving Eddie behind, even though they swore they would be the lethal protector together.

They were supposed to walk into the abyss hand in hand.

But Venom gave Eddie a gift. Eddie can have a normal life now without Venom. All those things V had hinted at during their trip through the desert: family, kids, pets, Broadway musicals. Eddie thought Venom had wanted those things with him, but V set him free to find them with someone else.

A human.

That was a good thing, right?

It meant V loved him. Loved Eddie more than himself, his own happiness.

They had set out to become the lethal protector, and they'd done that. They'd saved many people, then the whole planet to boot. That job was over. If his journey through the multiverse proved anything it's that there are more superheroes than him out there doing that job. He didn't need to.

Like many of the jobs Eddie has had in the past, it lasted about a year. So, in reality, he's pretty much on par.

Venom had promised to be with Eddie till the end.

This isn't the ending Eddie wanted.

That first week in New York - standing on the dock, gazing across the water at Lady Liberty, ruminating over how much Venom would have loved to see her - he originally decided he wasn't going to mourn his other. He was going to move forward, travel, see the world, get his journalistic chops back, and write things that mattered. A few phone calls later he discovered that nothing about having his record expunged or being given the "thanks of a grateful nation" would help fund his endeavors, but he was going to give it the old college try.

That lasted roughly seven weeks.

Seven weeks of being motivated to change for the better before he started slipping back into old habits. Unfortunately, those habits included running headlong into alleyways when he heard an innocent scream for help, jumping from building to building while in pursuit, and mean-mugging guys who could eat him for breakfast.

One broken arm and a fractured leg later, he realizes moving forward is a facade. He can't do it. He can't live without the voice inside his head, the one he woke up to every morning. Even now, the first thing he does before he opens his eyes is say, "Hey, buddy."

The silence that follows is so immense he feels like he's drowning in it. But this time, no one can save him.

He can't survive without his symbiote.

His other.

With a dry throat and throbbing temples, he stares at a black computer screen and sees his future.

Nothing.

It doesn't matter how far forward he goes, there's nothing for him once he gets there.

He decides to go back to where it all began. 

He would take the trip back to San Francisco, backpack cross country, cover all the land he and V did on their way east. Then he'd do some research. Call in every favor he's got. He'd hunt down those 'beings' from the other universes. Venom and those monstrous insect demons couldn't be the only ones to find their way to his Earth. There has to be someone else.

Well, whoever they are, wherever they are, he's going to find them.

Then he'll make them help him find the quickest way possible to join his other, wherever he ended up.

Venom said, "Goodbye for now."

Well.

Time's up.

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Listen

I'll tell you how it's possibly going to end (because I've seen enough catastrophising and worst case scenario thoughts on here to last me a lifetime)

Dee Bradley Baker teased that the ending is "bittersweet", didn't he? And that the way the epilogue plays out is "affecting and beautiful". That "the emotions that are in play are real, human emotions, not just one of being a family member or a friend, but also of being a father, a father to a daughter."

Bittersweet means not everything is good but not everything is bad either. Which means that the finale doesn't have to end in only tragedy. Yes, there will be hurt, we might lose someone. But the end might actually be full of hope.

And isn't Star Wars all about hope?

They're going to bring it full circle. In episode 2 of season 1 - the very beginning of the show - the Batch visits Cut and Suu and the whole episode is essentially about them teaching Hunter how to be a parent and forcing him to look at his new responsibility from a different angle. They recognize his paternal instincts immediately, they see how he is with Omega and give him a lot of advice, saying things that stay with Hunter for the entirety of the show moving forward and affect his choices and reasoning. Cut is the one who makes Hunter realize that he has to do what's best for the kid. Cut is the one who gives him the idea of leaving the soldier life behind and finding, and I quote, "a remote piece of land on a distant planet." Like Pabu! Suu warns him that kids have a tendency to find trouble. They tell him he has no idea what he's in for but they also show him how to do it right.

Hunter's only priority since then has been keeping Omega safe and away from the war, away from the Empire, settling down and giving her the normal life she deserves. A thought instilled in him by Cut, who did the exact same thing - left the war behind, settled down and put his family first. It became Hunter's sole purpose, his main character arc, becoming a father and embracing the role is pretty much all he is about.

The finale will remind us of that.

Now, we won't avoid tragedy. That's granted at this point. There will be death, there will heartbreak. Nothing will ever be the same again. But every end is a new beginning.

Maybe we'll lose Crosshair, Maybe we'll lose Wrecker. Maybe both, hopefully neither. But no matter the final outcome, the very end is going to be about Hunter and Omega. The hunt for her will be over, the target on her back might be gone but they can't go back to Pabu, they won't risk it. So Rex and Echo track down Cut. Find him on a remote piece of land on distant planet, just like he said. And they arrange everything.

I can see them landing. Hunter stepping out in civil clothes, with a bag over his shoulder. He shakes hands with Cut, Omega runs to hug the kids. The atmosphere is sad and melancholic but everyone knows it's for the best.

Maybe they move to a house next door, maybe they live nearby. Hunter puts Omega to bed, lets Batcher lay down at her feet. He sits by her side until she's asleep and then steps out onto the porch where Cut is already waiting. They share a drink and a conversation, calling back to everything they've been talking about in 1x02 and how Hunter's view of things has changed since then. Now he understands his role in Omega's life. Understands the sacrifices he had to make and knows with full certainty he would make them again.

We haven't seen or heard about Cut since his episode, so a whole show ago. To bring him back in the finale and tie it all together? End it like that, in a full circle moment? It would be perfect.

And it fits to what Dee was saying, because this kind of ending is affecting, is beautiful, and most of all, it is bittersweet. Because at last Hunter gets his wish. He gets to raise Omega away from the war, give her a normal life and a happy childhood - but at the cost of losing everything else.

This might just be wishful thinking but I really hope this is where we're headed.

[btskitten7]

Silent Grace| Chapter xii: who’s the boss?

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 3.2k

Chapter warnings: Lots of arguing. Jungkook called Joon a pussy. MAJOR FIGHT. (Jungkook and Namjoon)

summary: The biggest bombshell has been dropped on Yoongi. He just learned that his best friend will now the run family that was promised to him, and all the while, shit is hitting the fan. Part one of two (or three) for the finale

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"As if that's ever going to happen." Yoongi snapped back before taking a look at your peaceful state.

He had to protect this. No matter what.

He hated to admit that it would be harder for him, especially since he had no idea where he stood in this "family" of his.

The myriad of events unfolding simultaneously overwhelmed Yoongi. His younger brother had returned, and Namjoon had assumed the role of the new boss. A wave of unease washed over Yoongi, who wished the previous night had been a mere dream. The sight of Seokjin standing before him shattered that hope.

It wasn't.

"What could he possibly want her there for?" Yoongi asked running his fingertips across your skin gently.

"All he told the guys out front was he wanted all of us there because he wanted to talk about certain thing-hell if I fucking know. I haven't talked to the bastard. Jungkook heard it from the other guards. " Seokjin scoffed rolling his eyes before sitting in the chair off to the side of the room, slouching back. Yoongi chuckled.

"Well, he can lose the idea of Y/n going. He'll be fucking lucky if I even show up" Yoongi mumbled.

"It's up to you. Jungkook and I aren't moving until you say." Seokjin said.

Yoongi hummed and lay back once again before looking up at the ceiling.

"I guess we can show our face. But as far as my blossom going, he can shove that idea up his ass."

~~~~~~~

"I won't be staying long. I'll meet you there okay? Just stay close to the guys okay?" Yoongi said kissing your head as he got out of the car along with Jungkook and Seokjin. You pouted before nodding.

"You promise that you'll come right after you get done? I'm really nervous, things just feel...out of place now." You asked looking at Yoongi as he turned back to you after closing the door.

"Of course, I will blossom. I will be right there. You have nothing to be nervous about" he said leaning into the car window and kissing your lips. "Nothing is going to happen to you or us. No matter the outcome, we will be just as strong as we started. Okay? I love you."

"I love you too. See you soon" You nodded as Yoongi watched the car drive off.

"Are you ready, hyung?" Jungkook asked.

"Yeah. Ready to fucking leave" Yoongi said rolling his eyes as he walked in with Seokjin and Jungkook following closely behind.

Upon Yoongi's entrance, an eerie silence pervaded the room. Most of the occupants stared intently at him, while others averted their gaze, unsure of how to act. Confusion reigned, mirroring Yoongi's bewilderment. Nearly everyone held Yoongi in high regard, except for a select few who still blindly followed his father. Namjoon, unfortunately, was one of them.

Namjoon was sitting at the other end of the table usually where he sat while his father sat on the other end. Sure enough, his father was right there smirking, aiming to get under Yoongi's skin.

Yoongi looked at his father and then back at Namjoon with pure hatred. While everyone decided to sit, Yoongi and the men he came with decided to stand. Namjoon sighed softly.

"Why don't you sit?" Namjoon started, "It's going to be a long one"

"Not for us. We don't plan on staying long." Yoongi said coldly.

Jungkook didn't even spare a second look to Namjoon while Seokjin couldn't even give him a first.

Namjoon didn't know what hurt more.

His best friends turning against him or the fact that he really seems to hurt Yoongi.

"Where's Y/n?" Namjoon asked.

"Why?" Yoongi asked barely letting Namjoon get the rest of his sentence out.

"Because I want to discuss things with her-"

"You don't need to discuss shit with her. She's none of your concern or your master's, " Yoongi said coldly as he referred to Min. "Anything you need to say to her you can say it to me."

"I am your father, Yoongi. Do not disrespect me" Min spat.

Yoongi ignored Min completely.

"I have things to do. Can we please get this over with?" Seokjin said.

"I agree. This could have been a text" Jungkook mumbled.

Namjoon sighed once again. He knew this was going to be hard but he didn't think they would treat him like this.

But he could tell that what he had to say next,

Would send him to an early grave.

Before assuming complete control, "you and Y/n must produce a child. Your father and I have discussed this matter. Until you have your first child, I am willing to share the family's operations ownership 50/50 with you. Subsequently, you will receive the entire family in exchange for designating your first child as the heir." Namjoon's words fell from his lips with confidence but his eyes said everything but.

The announcement left the room in stunned silence.

A wave of anger washed over Yoongi's face, making it impossible for him to conceal his emotions. He couldn't believe the words that were spilling from the mouth of his once-closest friend. Their friendship, which was already teetering on the edge of a cliff, was now on the verge of complete collapse.

Yoongi was convinced that his father was behind this scheme. "You seriously think I would give you my firstborn child, or any of my children for that matter, to you and that bastard? Are you out of your mind?" Yoongi snarled. "That would never happen, not even if it cost me my life."

Before Namjoon could respond, Yoongi cut him off, expressing his frustration and disbelief. He questioned why he was even bothering to listen to Namjoon's words. It had become clear that Namjoon was the son his father had always desired, and Yoongi was ready to let go of this dysfunctional family. Yoongi had sufficient financial resources to sustain himself, and he was resolute in severing all ties with them.

"I don't even know why I am here trying to listen to a word you have to say. Clearly, you are the son my father always wanted. You can have this shitty family. I make enough money to sustain myself and my life. Consider our relationship dead." Yoongi's voice trembled with anger, confusion, and a profound sense of betrayal. He was determined to cut off all connections to his father, including his mother and, most significantly, Namjoon. Their relationship, as far as Yoongi was concerned, was irrevocably over.

Namjoon's heart broke into a million pieces as he watched his best friend, the very one who taught him everything he knew throw away their friendship as if it no longer meant anything to him. It only made things worse when Seokjin and Jungkook followed right behind him like it was nothing.

Like he was nothing. 

The ones who agreed with Yoongi followed him with no hesitation while others stayed behind. 

Everyone looked to Min to hear what he had to say but he was just as shocked.

He didn't expect his son to give up so easily like that nor did he think that he hurt his son that deeply.

He knew the child thing would piss him off but he didn't think he'd walk away like that.

Min would be an idiot if he were to give everything his father worked for to Namjoon.

Without another word he followed his son out, refusing to take no for an answer.

Min grabbed Yoongi's arm and turned him to finally face him to which Yoongi snatched his arm away.

"What the hell is your problem?" Yoongi yelled but Min snapped back.

"What on earth is going on with you? Why are you acting this way?" Min yelled. "Are you going to throw away everything this family has built? What are you planning to do? Are you going to start your own family? You must understand that even if you want to leave this life, you can't. Do you know that?"

He knew he was the cause of this but he couldn't accept the fact that his son did not fight to keep this.

"ME? ME? I'm giving up everything we've worked for? Father, please tell me you aren't that full of shit that your brain is starting to rot. You gave Namjoon the same position that I'VE been working for since I was fucking 15 and I'M the one giving it all away? I'm tired of your mind games! I'm sick of it. I stepped up after Ji-hoon and Soon-young declared us an fucking enemy. I lost my brothers for you. I don't trust my own fucking mother because of you and now you take one of the few friends I had left for your sick agenda? I refuse to allow you to take anything or ANYONE else from me. Do you realize how hard it is to trust anyone now? I don't have no one in this fucking world that I trusted more than I trusted you and you did THIS SHIT to me." Yoongi started.

"And you have the nerve to act as if you don't know why I do not want anything to do with you or this family?" 

Min's hand dropped to his side listening to his oldest release everything he felt. Yoongi didn't care about hurting his feelings.

"You used to be better than this. Or maybe my ignorance of who you were made me think that. I wish I was still ignorant because maybe I wouldn't feel so lost and defeated. All you care about is this fucking family when half of them are waiting for the opportunity to take your ass out. I've been nothing but loyal to you. I looked up to you. You were my hero.  I don't even think I could say I love you at this point. So you do what you want. I no longer care. I'm done. Fuck you and fuck Namjoon. Fuck everyone who is in there right now riding along with you. You win."

Yoongi turned his back on his father and climbed into the car, declaring that today would be the last day he would ever talk to his father.

Min's mask was slowly unraveling. He couldn't handle another one of his sons walking away from him. He's done a lot of shit and sadly his sons were always the ones to get the short end of the stick, Yoongi getting it the most since he was the oldest. His face turned red and he was now sweating as he saw Yoongi signal the driver to drive off.

"Yoongi-Yoongi! Son! Please don't leave! Yoongi, I'm sorry! You hear me! I'm sorry!!!!" Min screamed hitting the windows as the car drove off.

As Ji-hoon drove past, he watched his father fall apart and his brother leaves, a smirk etched across his face.

"What's so funny?" inquired the young man on the phone.

"Nothing, father is just finally receiving what he deserves," Ji-hoon replied.

The young man chuckled over the phone. "It's about time. Are you going to meet mom?"

Ji-hoon nodded. "She's shopping with our lovely sister-in-law. I'm planning to pay them a visit."

"What about Yoongi? Isn't he supposed to meet them with Seokjin and Jungkook?" the young man asked.

"Why not have a little family reunion?" Ji-hoon replied with a mischievous grin.

~~~~~~~~

You couldn't even focus on shopping or even answering the simple questions Yoongi's mother would ask. You knew she was trying to pull you out of your troubling thought but there was no use.

Seeing Yoongi that hurt behind his father tore you up inside and you wanted nothing more than to mend the pain as best you knew how.

Yoongi's mother came behind you and rubbed my back softly, "He's going to be okay. Min will right his wrongs and hopefully, this meeting will fix everything." She hugged you tightly as you hugged her back.

"I hope so. It's hard seeing Yoongi hurt like that and I can only imagine how you must feel." You said rubbing her arm softly. She gave you a sad smile.

"I hate it more than anything. The last thing I want to do is choose between my husband and my son again. I just don't know what was going through the mind of Min anymore." She sighed, softly gripping your hand before a rush of warm air came through from the door being opened.

"Blossom, we're leaving," Yoongi said walking over and taking the items from your hands. "This what you wanted?" He asked handing them to Seokjin to pay for before taking your hand away from his mother and heading to the door. Not even acknowledging her.

"Y-Yoongi wait-" You said turning back to his mother who was stunned by her son's actions. She followed behind Yoongi, gripping his arm to turn to her.

As much resentment Yoongi has grown for his mother, he couldn't disrespect her. He couldn't. He stopped but he chose not to look at her. If he did, she'd be able to convince him to forgive his father.

And he would never do that.

"Yoongi...what happened? Are you okay?" She asked holding onto his hand tightly.

"Ask your husband what happened. We're going home now." Yoongi said turning to his mother, leaning down to kiss her left cheek instead of her right like normal. Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

You were so confused by her reaction to the kiss, you were trying to comprehend what was going on.

You knew the meeting hadn't gone well.

"N-no, Yoongi. Don't. Please talk to me" She cried trying her hardest to hold onto his hand but without force he was able to release himself and take your hand once again, leading you to the car. He turned to Jungkook "Make sure she gets home safely okay?"

Jungkook nodded and walked over to Yoongi's mother.

Jungkook was torn by her state. She wasn't her usual self. He knew Min messed up but did he have to take it out on his mother? Maybe that's his innocence talking but he couldn't imagine not talking to his mother just because of his father's actions.

~~~~~~~~

"Why don't you write him off just like your other two sons? Namjoon is ready to take the lead and will deliver anything you ask of him. You don't need to worry about Yoongi anymore. So what if he makes a family of his own? We still own everything here, even the little bit he has. We can-" Min jumped up from his seat and slammed his hands on his desk knocking his 8th glass of whisky on the floor with tears in his eyes. Shutting Kim up immediately

"I will never take from my son's mouth. Yoongi is different. He's a spitting image of me. His temper, me. His looks, me. His fucking mindset, ME. Namjoon is great, perfect even. But Yoongi is the heir to the throne. Not your kid. Unless that was your plan all along, Kim." Min's eyes turned dark as he hovered over Kim and he and Namjoon began to back up.

"N-No. Not at all. I was just thinking-"

'Well quit your fucking thinking. I need my fucking son but unless in that big ass head of yours you have a plan to get him back, I suggest you shut the hell up." Min snapped.

Jungkook walked into Min's office, holding Yoongi's mother as close as he could to him. He was leading her directly to Min per her request. She held onto him like he was Yoongi himself. He sat her in the chair and bowed to her alone before turning on his heels to lead. Joon ran from around the desk to catch up to Jungkook. "WAIT-"

Jungkook Stood in place and turned to face Namjoon.

"What can I do for you?"

"Jungkook...please just hear me out," Namjoon said stepping closer causing Jungkook to laugh.

"Some boss you'll be. If you are going to kiss my ass to get to Yoongi, forget it. I don't trust a single thing that comes out of your mouth." Jungkook spat.

"I could have killed you that day but I didn't-"

"But you didn't cause Yoongi said to. Just like his father told you to screw over Yoongi and Seokjin. You're real good at taking orders not so good at giving them though." Jungkook shrugged.

"You're a thief. To this day, I don't understand why he trusted you." Namjoon said.

"Tell me how you really feel Namjoon? I stole to make my mom happy. I never ratted him out or kissed his ass either. I admitted my wrongs and made it right. I will rather be a thief than a fucking traitor," Jungkook chuckled. "I bet it eats you up that a little ole thief like me can stay loyal to the ones that deserve it. See Yoongi gave me a chance I won't blow it. Yoongi gave you a chance and you blew his father."

Namjoon had it. He could handle this amount of disrespect. Without warning he punched Jungkook directly in the face causing the man to stumble back. He had hoped that would be enough, he didn't want to fight with his friend. But he must have forgotten Jungkook had anger issues he had yet to deal with. Jungkook tackled Namjoon to the floor, getting on top of him and punching him. Over and Over. Left fist then right fist.

"FUCK! Stop!" Min said running to the two boys rolling around on the floor with Kim. Seokjin came right in time to grab Jungkook, pulling him off who was beyond pissed off.

"JUNGKOOK, RELAX. PLEASE" Seokjin said pulling him out of the room and to the car.

"THAT BASTARD IS GOING TO GET IT, FUCKING PUSSY-" Jungkook yelled trying desperately to get out of Seokjin's hold.

"What the fuck is going on?" Yoongi said hearing all the commotion on the phone.

"I don't know. It seems fucking Jungkook and Namjoon got into an altercation." one of the guys that went with Seokjin and Jungkook said. Yoongi was annoyed. It was his fault. Jungkook had been pissed the whole day about the Namjoon situation he shouldn't have sent him.

"Fuck. Just get him home to cool off, we will deal with it later." Yoongi said hanging up the phone.

You looked up at him with your arms crossed. He looked down at you and sighed.

"Baby, you have nothing to worry about. Everything is okay." He said walking over to you and holding you close. Your anxiety began to build once again as you no longer knew what tomorrow would look like. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tight.

"Yoongi...I" You started pulling away softly to look at him. Yoongi looked down at you with red, tired eyes.

He exhausted. Drained. He doesn't need anything more on his plate.

"Yes, Blossom? Everything's okay? What were the results?" He asked.

You're heart dropped and looked into his eyes.

'Not yet' you thought to yourself.

"Um..they haven't got back to me yet. T-that's what I wanted to say. They haven't got an answer yet." You said trying to sound as convincing as possible. Yoongi nodded.

He didn't have the energy to pry.

"Okay, baby. As soon as they come. I want to be there when we read them okay?"

"Yeah, of course..."

~~~~~~~~~

[darkwingsnark]

Thematic Contradictions: Pinky, the Nature of Suffering, and the Brain.

A comment written on a youtube video showing the multiple backstories provided by the different iterations of PatB. Something written in the moment, free flow, with no research to back my claims. All made for the fun fun silly-williness of it all.

I did think others might enjoy it all the same, so sharing anyway.

Honestly, while contradictory in nature for the sake of making different origin parodies [a habit shared with shows like Darkwing Duck], there's plenty to work with in regards to coming up with a backstory. Even if you were to assume that Brain truly has lost it enough to believe all origins, there's still the running theme of having lost his innocence due to interference with humanity. That the trauma triggered the want and need for control to provide safety for himself [and Pinky]. I wouldn't call his want to take over the world [and thus humanity] to be seen as the example of his anger displacement. His anger displacement comes in the form of lashing out and getting overtly defensive when hitting roadblocks. It's a triggering of the feeling of failure, which in turn is internalized. His plan didn't fail, HE failed. Which in turn, he feels, is a jab at his intelligence. And if he isn't intelligent, the very thing granted and the outcome of why he suffered, then what was the point of it all? If he can't seek control, make the world a better place, was his suffering just a cruel act and not the marks of a greater destiny?

The answer in the end, of course, is one that philosophers have debated for a long time. But I argue that, outside of the love story of two mice [platonic or otherwise], the show handles topics like hope vs nihilism. Nihilism, in this case, demonstrated by both characters. Nothing matters, so why not take over the world? [It has to matter, or else why did he suffer?] Nothing matters, so why not have fun and be kind along the way?

Hope is also what enables them to continue their plans for world domination, while the fear of not being good enough is why Brain hardly ever tries a scheme more than once. Despite the fact part of learning comes with figuring out where one's mistakes occurred. But Brain has trouble learning on an emotional level, because he's closed off. That is where his learned helplessness comes into play. We've seen time and time again that he has trouble being vulnerable because that means losing any semblance of control. Control over himself, as well as passing on the reigns to have another help him through his pain. But what if he's rejected? What if his pain is mocked, or the other sees his vulnerability and validates the fact that he is a failure?

To want is to face the possibility of pain. To hope can lead to loss. And the Brain has faced enough of that for a life time.

And none of this even covers the new theme that reboot has made of Brain being just like the humans he sees as monsters. Of how he has continued the cycle of abuse through Julia's creation and downfall. When you see the mouse dine at the table of humanity, it becomes hard to distinguish one from another.

Luckily Pinky is there as Brain's moral anchor. And I like to believe that Brain can be better, can remember that nothing matters so why not be kind in spite of it?

[starguardianniom]

The Paris Special and Cataclysm

So the special happened right after Destruction ended, so right after Monarch deliberately made Chat Noir use Cataclysm on him so Ladybug could not longer have any leverage on him and escape with the Lucky Charm, dooming himself.

A bit later the same night Claw Noir, while fighting Chat Noir, Cataclysm himself and doesn't seem bothered after letting out a scream. Or the physical pain doesn't even reach the level of emotional pain he feels during that time, who knows.

So Chat Noir has his own father and an evil alternate version of himself who literally had him hurt themselves and he's horrified.

They are willing to hurt each other if it means they can win in the long run, showing their goals have past reached their own wellbeing. It just shows how unhealthy they are mentally and how it poisons their minds.

Cataclysm here seems to be the symbolism of their destructive grief and negative emotions, they let it consume and hurt themselves rather than trying to heal and move on. And grief can literally kill you, dying of a broken heart is a real thing, and I feel that in the special it showed us the 2 possible outcomes of it.

Negative emotions can lead you to spiral that can end with you also destroying yourself emotionally and physically, though I don't feel like I need to go into details, I feel the special kind of showed some ideas well enough.

In the first one outcome, which would be Gabriel since he got Cataclysmed first before Betterfly, Shadybug and Claw Noir showed up, Gabriel never let go of his grief and negative emotions, doesn't want to move on from Émilie and wants to bring her back no matter what, that's the outcome of letting grief and negative emotions consume you entirely.

The second outcome is Claw Noir not minding to get Cataclysmed himself and keeps using his power all the time, but in the end after a talk with Adrien, he choose to let it go and finally start to heal rather than stewing in his bitterness, sadness and loneliness and the all consuming, numbing pain of grief and all the dark emotions that comes with it. Of course he still has work ahead of himself, but he did the first most important step, and it was to accept that his mother was gone and would have prefered him to be happy rather than being miserable and mourning her loss for the rest of his life, and sure you can keep mourning your loved ones, but it doesn't mean that you can't learn to live with it and move on and be happy yourself, they still stay with you in your heart, and they would want you to live a long and happy life even if they're aren't around anymore.

I think this is why in the end (apart from the other reason of plot device since we still had the rest of season 5 to go through) Claw Noir got healed from his Cataclysm wound by Shadybug's Miraculous Cure, whereas Monach wasn't, because Claw Noir was ready to let go of his grief, Monarch wasn't, so Claw Noir got healed cause he wanted to stop hurting over his mother's disappearance after a talk with his alternate self who completely understood his feelings and situation and told him his own experience and offered advice that helped him be in a much better mental state that he was, but Monarch didn't want to give up on Émilie after getting most of the miraculouses after he feels so close after all this time so he wasn't healed because he couldn't let go, as he is obsessed over Émilie and his goal.

Which brings to their fate, Claw Noir lives, while Monarch at the end of season 5, dies, well choose to die and join Émilie and fix Nathalie rather than facing the consequences of his actions more would be it, getting what he wanted and also not entirely, given he was supposed to bring Émilie back and sacrifice someone else so that they could be a happy family again, but instead he chose to orphanate Adrien and be with Émilie and have Nathalie guard Adrien at the last second, he's still a horrible excuse of a parent and while I'm beyond pissed at this ending I'm also beyond done watching him do anymore crap for the following seasons.

So in the Paris Special there was the lowkey message of either you let your grief and negative emotions destroy you or you choose to accept them and start moving on to heal, and it was symbolised by Cataclysm.

It doesn't mean you aren't allowed to feel grief or negative emotions, you can't be happy 24/7 for your entire life, but letting them out in a healthy way instead of stewing in them without letting them go is what I feel the Special was about.

Thoughts?

Feel free to add your own piece of interpretation to it too.

[fxlsealarm]

i don't think that what happened it's gonna leave crosshair on a good light for hunter and wrecker

they're starting to trust each other again, finally overcoming everything that happened between them and starting to be a team like they were before. but this is going to put everything in doubt again, everything from the moment he came back to now it's going to be questioned

what if he explains and they don't believe him? they're getting through one of their worst nightmares again and it's for what? because of a small chance of accomplishing something that it's not so possible for him anymore?

the relationship is gonna start to shatter again, and there's gonna be resentment and there's gonna be anger and it's going to be so sad because a person can only go through to a certain amount of things like this

it's going to be blame on both sides, crosshair's guilt must be eating him alive as we speak and hunter and wrecker could be blaming themselves for not being there and stopping this from happening again when the truth is they wouldn't had been able to, it was going to happen one way or another and it doesn't matter how far and fast they try to run away from it, it was going to catch them eventually, but at least they would've been prepared, they would've fought, they would've tried to do something even if it was worthless in the end but not knowing means they didn't even got the chance to try

now crosshair is feeling exactly what they felt and everything is going back to square one with excruciating uncertainty over all of them because this time could might not be a positive outcome and they might have finally lost

[old-poptart]

*coughs cutely* miss me-?

Can i request hanako and teru (separately) with a s/o who overthinks A LOT and always gets nervous that people don’t like them- s/o reads into what people say BIG TIME so they can ‘prepare’ for when people leave them

So like the boys start to get distant (for school and other stuff) and s/o sees that as a sign that the boys dont want to hang out with them. Because of this s/o goes into a bit of a panic thinking that they might break up with them soon so instead of talking to them, s/o takes matters into their own hands. So when s/o tries to get their attention but the boys still shun then due to them being busy, s/o freaks out mentally and tries to hold back tears not to cry in front of them- you know what to do- ah-

(I totally don’t do this with everyone i know and I’m totally not spilling my guts out rn- nooooo-)

(Probably another reason this is so terrible written-)

ANGST TO FLUFF PLEASE!!!

a/n: yes i did ml 😘 AHHH IM VERY MUCH LIKE THIS AS WELL, REASSURANCE DAWG this idea is so muah chef's kiss, ANYWAYSSSSS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!

warnings: fear of abandonment, ignoring, wah wah sad stuff but yippee happily ever after :D!!!!

Hanako 🌺 and Teru 🤺 with an s/o who has a fear of abandonment (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"for we are like glue, stuck together forever."

hanako briefly knew about how you would get about the people around you

lil ol' you cant help but think of every possible outcome or aspect of the people you meet, if you didn't then you'd prolly go crazy and you'd be unprepared for any misfortunate upcoming events

as of recently, your beloved ghostly love has been quite busy with his supernatural schedule. meetings, rumors, keeping the school in order and in shape! it's tough being number 7!

he doesn't like that he has to spend less time with his partner but he is doing his best!! hakujoudai always helps y'all keep in touch, so does writing letters!! what a cute couple~

though you appreciate the sweet gestures from your boyfriend, you have been feeling like he is running out of love for you

you two normally cuddle and kiss like over five times a day, nowadays you barely get to peck each other's cheeks

sure you may be overthinking this but you never know the outcome!! you gotta be prepared!!

as time went on it kept getting worse, you two barely hung out anymore. he was the main subject of the day, now he was just another thought you kept in mind just in case

he's been meaning to talk to you about his absence but due to his ghostly duties (haha i said duty) he couldn't. believe me he is very upset that he can't speak with you at the moment and he's trying his best!! but alas, your thoughts took over

you came to visit him during a meeting, thankfully it was nearing the end of it and he was wrapping up the conversation. the small salty drops were beading up in your sullen eyes as your eyebrows were upturned, accompanied with your quivering lips that were too scared of saying of anything wrong

he noticed that you came to visit, a smile on his face but it slowly transitioned into a sadder expression when he saw your emotional face. once the meeting was officially over, he came over to you and quickly hugged you, murmuring these words as he kissed your sweet face, the face he missed so deeply. "im so sorry we've been apart for so long my love, im here now. tell me everything"

Teru 🤺:

"leaving you is like having my heart torn to pieces"

while you may not know it, teru reads your emotions very well and knows when you've been overthinking your relationship with him

he's tried his best to be a good boyfriend and spend the most of your time together, if he ever has any time with you

teru is a busy man. he has student council work, exorcist stuff, being the school prince, a lot is on his shoulders! he tends to get carried away with work a ton

he has been quite dry recently as well, his texts have been so lifeless.. you've wondered if a certain ghost decided to snag his phone and slide up on his contacts

you've also noticed that he has been getting more attention from his fans at school, it reminded you how much attention he had before the two of you started dating. you've also specifically seen more confessions towards him, it all seemed strange since the news about you two stuck to everyone like a piece of tape that would not get off of paper

with all of this, you felt less than. to you, it was clear that he didn't love you anymore, he just kept you around because he pitys you. you felt like decoration when you stood next to him, even when you two were alone

one day you finally decided to talk to him about this, you knew he was staying late for work as per usual. with balled up sweaty fists and a nervous mind, you walked inside that student council room

"hm? oh s/o!! come in!!" that charming smile of his always made your heart flutter. you sat down with him as you too a look at how busy he was, analyzing the paperwork on his desk

"yeah it's a lot- these are up for debate on the-" "teru, can we talk..?" your voice shook his head, he listened to what you had to say. he was still holding the pencil he had in hand and it made you sad, how he was right there next to you and yet he didn't fully pay attention to you, his lover.

you started to unravel about how you've been feeling recently, how these thoughts tricked you into thinking about how you boyfriend didn't have room for you anymore. he payed close attention to your tone, letting you finish and noticing how you tried your hardest to not let everything loose

he cupped your face, his thumb wiping away those sad tears of yours. it pained him to see you like this, he would do anything for you. and if that means to cut back on his duties, then that he will do. "dear, im sorry about all these things that have caused you pain.. i will help you go through this, and that it won't happen again.." his soft lips touched yours, making you feel loved again.

I HAD A BLAST WRITING THIS- HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

-ooga :D

[ghostscrown]

Randomly written ramble about LiS2 endings alert ;-; (that was initially about the Redemption ending only but then I extended it to all of the endings lmao)

The fact that, in order to get the Redemption ending, Daniel needs to have a good moral. That means not, or barely, doing anything wrong for the whole game. So when you get this ending, Sean didn't kill or hurt anyone, didn't steal anything, did absolutely nothing wrong except when he literally didn't have a choice – and the wrong things are like. Working illegally because he was homeless, running away because he was wrongly accused of murder and stealing a car because he needed to find his missing 9 years old brother. This is literally the path where you do the less wrong things in the whole game. But Sean still gets to spend 15 YEARS in jail because he was accused of a murder he didn't commit, but he didn't want to tell the truth about the accident to protect Daniel.

This is the ending where he gets 15 years of his youth stolen from him when he didn't do anything wrong. Pure injustice from the beggining to the end. I'm not joking when I tell you the Redemption ending makes me cry even more than the Lone Wolf one. Because like. The Lone Wolf one. He dies. After a while I can get over it, like... I know he dies in this one, already cried about it a couple of times, now I'm used to this ending. But the Redemption one ? Seeing the cutscene makes me cry every single time, no matter how many times I watch it.

It's just so sad because. Daniel still has a chance to get a normal life again, but if he does, he'll never be truly happy since Sean is in jail – and in the Parting Way ending, he'll be watched by autorities for his whole life since they know about his powers so it's not even a normal life. But Sean ? He just can't ever have a normal life ever again. It's prison, death, or leaving forever.

And like. In every ending, you can see they have regrets. "What if we had another ending". That's why I don't really like when people try to force their favorite ending into being "the best one", "the true one" or "the only right one" because it's literally not. They're going to regret it anyway. They seem sad in all of the endings. It's not like the other LiS where you can see the characters are confident in their final choices. Sean and Daniel aren't. In any of the endings. Especially Daniel, as we can see. He looks sad about his own choices anyway.

Lone Wolf ? "What if I listened to Sean and surrended. He would still be alive."

Redemption ? "What if we didn't surrender. We would live in Mexico together and Sean wouldn't be traumatised after having 15 years of his life taken away for nothing."

Parting Ways ? "What if I didn't jumped out of the car. I would be with Sean right now instead of never seeing him again. I wouldn't have to wear an electronic bracelet for the rest of my life."

Blood Brothers ? "What if we surrended. I would have a normal life right now. Seeing Chris and my grandparents and my mom again."

Like. To me personally, Redemption and Lone Wolf are the worst possible outcomes, and Blood Brothers is my favorite. But really, these are only personal preferences about what YOU would want in this situation, because all of the endings are bad endings anyway. Their lives are fucked up forever because random events with random people led to random accidents, and nothing can change that ever since they can't just go back in time – genius parralel to the first game. And that's just how life goes.

This game destroys me fr