#So I think I'd like an excuse to continue talking to him outside of the job context you know
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Quickly how do you befriend an older man with as far as you know no common interests
#I think I'd really like being friends with my senior colleague actually#We spent the evening talking just a bit more to each other and getting to bond over our work#And it doesn’t feel as hard interacting with him anymore - Like we were more relaxed after we had goofed off together earlier in the day#We dared to look each other in the eye#Even when sitting right beside each other#I don’t know it just felt nice that he made an effort to look me in the face for some reason#Maybe it was just the closeness in general#Maybe it's the fact he's willing to try and put an effort into being my companion#He gave me company on the way to the train station too#And we got to talking about where we live and house prices and in his case his first apartment#Something about it was very nice#So I think I'd like an excuse to continue talking to him outside of the job context you know#Just to get to know him better#Don't you love it when you find reasons to enjoy someone's humanity beyond their physical attractiveness <3#Anyway maybe he becomes my first attempt at turning a work friend into a real friend but probably not. He's going away for another month#again :'( That guy really goes far and beyond for his wife how lovely :)#Also none of this solves the apparent conundrum I have of NOT HAVING ANYTHING TO SAY TO THE MAN dvmgkhcgbfy
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. . . ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 ¹ ׄ ⑅ MV1 ˖ ֺ ᰮ
— DESCRIPTION ੭ in short, you're done standing back when mr verstappen thinks he can push around your boyfriend like he wants.
— PAIRING ੭ max verstappen x gf!reader.
— FILE ੭ imagine.
— DISCLAIMERS ੭ 🔞 mdni, suggestive content, language, light mention of verbal abuse, max's parents are still together and he's dad's a total ass, also (currently) unedited.
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Dinner was going so perfectly; aside from the lovely food, you too indulged in all the hilarious and adorable stories Mrs Verstappen had been so vibrantly been dishing out for you. Max was red in the face with embarrassment, your hand comfortable in his as he caresses it in his lap.
His siblings would join in on the conversation whenever they saw the opportune moment to shut down whatever lie their brother concocted on the spot to try and get himself out of a playful scolding from his mom, and it all just warmed your heart to see how happy he seemed in the moment.
But then, someone just had to speak up from his quiet spot at the head of the table and piss all over his content mood.
"Max, meet me outside for a drink. I'd like to talk to you."
To the ears of a stranger Mr Verstappen's words would sound like a simple request, to which Max could easily decline and just continue sitting in the comfortability of his family. However, you've been around for long enough to recognize that tone; it's no request.
It's an order.
His father stands, wine glass in hand, and steps away without another word as he leaves towards the back door. Once he's gone, a shivering silence settles over the table. His siblings look everywhere but their brother, Mrs Verstappen all but sighs softly and starts to clean up the table, and Max stares done at your hand in his.
"Max," you start, tightening your grip. "Just, stay here," you try, and when he looks up with a small smile that does nothing but claw at your heart, you try another tactic. "Or let's just go home. We can have some ice-cream, watch that weird documentary you're you're obsessed with, I can even-"
"I'll be only a few minutes schatjie, then we can leave, okay ?" he rubs over your hand, probably hoping it would ease your racing your heart.
It doesn't.
"Max," you begin again, hesitant eyes watching as he rises from his chair beside you and gently places your hands in your own lap.
"Help mom clean up, will you please ? I'll be back in a minute love." you want to protest yet again, but nothing comes out of you parted lips when he places a kiss to the crown of your head, before walking away, softly shutting the sliding door to the backyard behind him.
Taking a breath, you try to calm yourself as you stand to help Mrs Verstappen with clearing the table. You try your best to focus on anything else, but knowing that all his father is doing right now is being mean and belittling his son is gnawing at your insides in a way that has molten hot anger simmering in your gut.
Everyone in Max's family are such lovely, kind people – and then you get his poor excuse of a father.
You don't even realise you have the ends of the table cloth balled up in your molded right fists until there's a sharp poke in your ribs. Turning, you gaze meets eyes that so closely resemble Max's, it almost always makes you smile.
"Go." Victoria nods her head towards the back door, and you momentarily look back, before meeting his eyes that match the worry you feel inside.
It's just one word, but it holds all the emotions she's feeling and with hos strong they are, it gives you the green light. With a short nod, you turn on your heel and take long, determined strides towards the glass door.
When you open it, it seems your disrupt the conversion at just the right moment.
"She's going to become a distraction, Max. All you've worked for and currently working towards, is going to be for nothing."
"I sorely disagree, sir."
The two men's heads whirl at the sudden entrance of your voice, and the confidence that colours your face has Max weak in his knees, feeling as if he's falling in love with you all over again.
His father's spine straightens at the sight of you as you join Max by his side, his arm instinctively coming up to rest his hand at the small of your back.
"This conversation does not concern you, Ms L/N."
You hum once with a bitter smile. "From what I heard, Mr Verstappen, it seems as it does."
He locks his jaw, hand tightening around his wine glass so harshly you think it's just seconds from shattering in his hand.
"Max, I've told you to keep this one in check before she-"
"Do not speak of her as if she's not right in front of you, Jos," Max's gaze darkens to the blue of the bottom of the ocean, and it has your insides curling in pride.
He only ever truly gets upset when his father disrespect you, otherwise he just stands quietly to entertain the nonsense coming out of his mouth, knowing he'll soon leave and enjoy all the true love you shower him I'm everyday later.
"And quite frankly, I like my girlfriend exactly how she is," he smirks, fingers massaging the revealing skin of your back from the cropped shirt you were wearing. "Snippy tongue and all."
It's true, you smile; he especially loves it when you have that same tongue down his throat, or wrapped around his cock.
It seems Max has that same thought in mind, because despite his father's furious gaze staring down at him, he can't seem to rid the naughty smirk from hid face, his hand now sliding down to fall into your back pocket.
He squeezes once, and you bite down on your tongue to keep the moan back.
"Now, if you're done trying to convince me what a failed son I am, I'm going to head home with my snippy-tongued girlfriend." he pats your jean-clad ass one softly, before pulling his hand to wrap his arm around your waist.
"Dag Jos. Ik hoop dat ik je blijf irriteren, het is mijn favoriete spel ( Bye Jos. I hope I continue to piss you off, it's my favouritesport !) !" you wave your fingers in an obnoxious manner, smile so sweet you hope it rots every damned tooth in his shitty mouth.
Max's deep, honey-draped chuckle rings in your ear, his voice low in the most pussy-wetting manner. "You know what you speaking Dutch does to me, schatjie."
Batting your eyelashes, you smile. "Oh, ik weet het (Oh, I know)."
A gravely groan resonates from his throat, his bany blues trained down on your glossy lips. "Ik kan niet wachten om je te neuken (I can't wait to fuck you)."
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✍: I might be writing a part 2, but that one will contain smut soooo if you're not into reading that, don't ! ♡ ... but if you arrreeeeee, hehe, stay tuned 🎀.
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Hii! I'm not sure what your requests rules are or what ur comfterable with, but I'd really like to see a tsukishima x reader where he confesses to the reader! I'd love to see your interpretation of it >-<
After Class- Tsukishima Kei
a/n: HIIII of course I'll give you some tsukki x reader, hope I did him justice <333 as for requests I'll write for any haikyuu boy as long as it's sfw! requests open xx
wc: 0.8k
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You had loosely known Tsukishima all year now, as you shared the same class and often found yourselves sitting by each other and pairing up for assignments. It was no secret that he was intelligent, but you could hold your own despite how intimidating he could sometimes be.
Recently, you had been making quite the effort to see him outside of class, though you weren't quite sure he had gotten the hint. You had been coming to his games, talking to him more in class, and you even altered your route to school to intersect with his. He hadn't been receptive, though, and if anything could be considered your enemy, it might be those damn headphones.
You had one last idea, though. Sitting next to him in your last class of the day, you tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hm?"
"Hey, um, you mind staying after class for a few to help me out with this problem on my math homework? I'm so lost..."
"Oh, yeah. Sure. I have some time before practice."
"Thank you," You returned to your work, now unable to focus. You know you were the one who asked him to stay, but the idea of being alone with him after class made your stomach turn.
Soon enough, the bell had rung, and you had gotten absolutely nowhere on your work. The class cleared out until it was just you and Tsukishima. He pulled his chair closer to share your desk as you got out your math homework. You handed it to him and he skimmed it over, the silence between you almost deafening.
"Mm, wait, what is it that you don't get?" He asked, puzzled.
"Uh, the last one."
"But you did the whole sheet correctly. You just wrote out the equation and didn't solve it on the last one."
Oh God, I guess you didn't think this far. How could you be so dumb? A perfect sheet of homework didn't exactly scream that you needed help. You made up the best excuse you could, "Yeah, but I looked back at it after the lesson and I just don't even remember how to do it...can you show me?"
"Sure.." he picked up a pencil and took the problem step by step, mumbling an explanation under his breath. At one point, he looked up and saw your eyes fixed on him. You could've sworn there was a peak of blush, but he looked back down at the sheet before you could get a good look. "There, uh, does that make more sense?"
"Yes, it's perfect. Thank you..."
"No problem," He hesitated, as if he was about to say something else but was held back, "You've been coming to my games, right?"
"Oh, yes! I've kinda been getting into the sport..."
"Are you coming tomorrow, too?"
"Do you want me to?"
That caught him off guard, a flash of fear in his eyes, "Uh- well, sure." He looked at his phone quickly for the time and began to frantically pack up, "Shoot, I'm about to be late. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Sorry to keep you!" You were upset with yourself for having kept him so long, "Good luck at practice!"
And at that moment your heart nearly skipped a beat when you saw him swallow before answering, "thanks."
He walked out the door and you were left practically with your jaw dropped. You packed up quickly and went to your locker to put your homework away.
You were once again filled with anxiety upon hearing familiar voices down the hall.
"She WHAT? And you don't think she really needed help-" Yamaguchi's voice squeaked through the hall, having not noticed you yet. You glance down the hallway and see Tsushima talking to him, Tsukki's back facing you. Was he really talking about you?
Yamaguchi continued, "Dude you need to go back before she-" he clasped his hands over his mouth, finally noticing your presence down the hall.
Tsukishima turned around to see you standing there, his face completely flushed. Yamaguchi pushed him towards you quickly before running off to avoid whatever Tsukishima might do to him when he catches him.
There you were, standing alone facing your nearly-190-centimeter crush. He turned around to watch Yamaguchi dart off. He sighed, and turned back to face you, walking towards you.
"Y/n?"
You turned to him, closing your locker. "Yes?"
"You're not dumb. Obviously. You didn't need my help back there. And so I won't pretend you didn't just hear that."
You were absolutely speechless.
"Do you like me, y/n?"
"I- uh..."
"Because I like you." He grew more anxious as you delayed to respond, "is that okay?"
"Yes!" The word burst out of you, "More than okay."
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Arthur: hmm... Hey Gwen. If I died, who would miss me more. You or Merlin?
Gwen: *no hesitation* Merlin
Arthur: eh ... Wow, thank you?
Gwen: I had a life before you. He didn't. If you die, he'll probably lose his will to live.
Arthur: that's... Gwen, wtf.
Gwen: *puts books down* I love you, Arthur, and of course I would be devastated too, but Merlin is my best friend and I know him well. He'd do anything to be by your side. His job, his apprenticeship with Gaius, his life... Everything he has, he has thanks to you, and is risking to keep you safe. I'm your wife and I love you. But don't forget that I can go back to be blacksmith or a servant if I must. As Queen, I can continue like this even without you, which is kind of the purpose of you marrying me and the reason why people were so against us. I have a purpose outside of being your wife. Merlin is your best friend first, your servant second, your physician third. If he loses you, he'll lose everything he is. It will destroy him.
Arthur: I-
Gwen: what I'm saying is, don't die. If not for my sake, and let's be honest, if you die, you'll probably leave everything to me so you can rest in peace, and you will use that as an excuse not to fight on, then keep fighting for HIS sake.
Arthur: ...
...........
Merlin: yeah. That sounds about right.
Arthur: Gwen is my WIFE. Even if it's true, she shouldn't say that, right? I mean, she makes it sound like ... Like I should have married you!
Merlin: ... No, I don't think that's what she's saying. To be married means to be equal to one another. You and Gwen have more in common than your love for each other. You both have a vision for Camelot and that's something that ties you together. I'm your servant. I was never anything else. And quite frankly, despite everything the dragon said, I don't care for anything else.
Arthur: ... you love me.
Merlin: yeah, so?
Arthur: ... That doesn't sound very healthy
Merlin: *snorts* Stop trying to die for me, and then we'll talk.
Arthur: I still love Gwen
Merlin: I never said you don't and I'd never expect that to change. She's much better for the kingdom too. I'm happy to be where I am, especially since you know about my magic and accepted that. I like how things are and I wouldn't change a thing.
Arthur: don't you want... More?
Merlin: more? More what? More assassination attempts so a have to save you again? No thanks.
Arthur: no, I mean. Relationship wise
Merlin: I think our friendship is intense enough as it is.
Arthur: gosh, Merlin! I'm asking you if you want it to be romantic!!!!
Merlin: .... You're relationship with Gwen is romantic and that's not more than what we have. As I said, I don't need us to change. I don't need anything to change. Except, please do not think about my life without you in it, because if we start that, I might go feral and destroy half the kingdom.
Arthur: ... I think you might need therapy.
Merlin: can I pay that off of taxes?
Bonus:
Gaius: so, you're here for therapy
Merlin: yes
Gaius: with, eh... The king
Arthur: yes
Gaius: what about Gwen?
Arthur: Gwen told me to wish you luck.
Gaius: ... Oh boi.
Gaius: ... Alright then. So... Why do you both, er... King and servant, need couple therapy exactly?
Arthur/Merlin: he keeps trying to DIE for me!!!!
#bbc merlin#concept#Arthur#merlin#gwen#arwen#arwen with Merthur in it#relationship study#merlin needs therapy
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Broken Marriage
childe x reader ANGST [modern au]
[ warning: A LOT OF SWEARING PLEASE BE REMINDED AND TALK OF INFIDELITY ]
You two have been in a healthy and romantic relationship for over 6 years, you're marriage looked perfect from an outsider's even your parent's perspective. Childe was blunt and sarcastic and cold sometimes but he was loving and sweet at times, and you can tell he truly cares.
Over time for one year and a half, you noticed that Childe had slowly been growing colder and driving away from you. He seemed extremely uncomfortable when he walked in the room and he'd always make excuses for staying out late. He didn't love you the same anymore for this past year.
He comes home late as he usually does and goes to his little office room where he always usually stays
"Childe?" You called out to your husband from the other room. "Are you okay?" You were met with silence and for a moment you thought he didn't hear you. He finally spoke over the sound of his computer.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He replied but his tone was obviously irritated.
look at his door room totally not convinced, you already know what is going on you just want confirmation on why the hell is he acting like this this time.
so You enter his little office room and look over at him. He was leaning back on his chair, looking at his screen and typing away. You couldn't read his expression but you had a feeling something was wrong. again
You walked over and gently touched his arm. "I know you're not okay. Please talk to me."
"There's nothing to talk about, babe."
He didn't tear his eyes from his screen, his voice was quiet but you could hear the coldness in it. The last time he called you "babe" was a month ago.
SO full and irritated by this kind of behavior he has with you. You are so done now, you are done being PATIENT with him, and all his tantrums.
You coldly say to him "Did you really think" You glare at him
This time He finally looked away from his Screen and turned towards you. His face was cold and serious, the exact opposite of his old loving self. He seemed to be holding back a lot of words.
you continued "I'd just forgive and forget...no" This time you are ready to spill the secret he has been holding onto you
The look on his face remained unchanged. After a short pause he let out a sigh, like he was preparing for a speech.
"Look, I don't know how to be any clearer, but I've just been feeling different lately. I don't feel the same about you anymore."
" After all this course of a year, After catching you with her that day, Your blood should run cold" You continued
Childe's look went from cold to pure hatred as the words "her" left your lips. He gripped the sides of the chair, his knuckles slowly turning white.
"Her?" He repeated and you could see his lip twitch.
"Oh don't you dare pretend now Childe" You glared hard with range but still keeps your calm cold tone as you said that
"so cold" Looking down at him from where you are standing "You,…you two-timing, cheap lying, wannabe"
Childe's hands gripped even tighter and he slowly stood up from his seat. This wasn't the man you knew, this was a stranger.
*"You're nothing but a dirty whore who can't keep her legs closed." His voice was low but it was clear how much anger he had stored inside.
feeling offended and hurt by what he said you Slap him hard on his right cheek for what he said.
He flinched and his face immediately turned red to match his mood. His eyes narrowed and he glared up at you with hatred. He rubbed his cheek and stepped forward, he seemed like a different person now. You didn't know how far he'd go but you had a gut feeling he'd do something worse if you provoked him further.
'but I am not scared of him at all' You thought as you stood your stand and face him with your own coldness and glare "You're a fool if you thought that I'd just let this go"
Childe was clearly annoyed by your lack of fear. He let out a short scoff and grabbed your arms.
"You won't let this go? Is that a threat? Because I'm warning you right now, you don't want to see what I'm like when I'm angry."
"Oh Childe I think you already are " you glared at him "You have been like this…you have changed…" mocking him "You not the same person I married 6 years ago"
Childe's face scrunched up from your mocking. He leaned closer to you, so that his face was inches from yours.
"You're right, I'm not the same person I was 6 years ago. You're not even the same person. This marriage has gone nowhere but downhill for the past year and I don't think it's going to go anywhere. We both deserve to find someone that's right for us and that person isn't each other."
feeling like something inside you boils from his statement "God you’re just so obvious, Is that why you Already CHEATED on me huh?" questioning him with a tone of mocking
Childe let out a low growl, his grip on your arms tightened.
"Why can't you just keep your whore mouth shut? It's not my fault you aren't good enough for me, it's not my damn fault for liking her more than you. If you just tried to be better instead of playing the victim all the time…"
something inside you was breaking but at the same time too cold and indifferent from what you are feeling currently just anger and disappointment coursing through your veins
"Do you really think I needed it? Your fcking opinion means nothing to me" with venom through your words
Childe's face was filled with pure anger, he was shaking now and you could see the veins in his neck starting to bulge. He was completely losing control.
"Then why the hell did you even marry me in the first place?! Why would you let me waste 6 years of my life on you if you don't even care about what I think?"
You look at him dumbfounded as if you are hearing to the most stupidest things you have heard of
"That is because I didn't marry a cheater before Childe!? Just why did you change?! what did you see in her that I don't have?? "
Childe looked down at you with a frown. The anger on his face seemed to fade a bit, like he was beginning to pity you now.
"I didn't change I just realized things about you. I realized that I married the wrong person. You're weak and insecure and it's honestly pathetic. And if you want to know what I saw in her, she's everything you're not."
This time you can feel the little love you have left for him is starting to fade and break away from what you are feeling changed by hatred, shock, sadness, anger, and all negative emotions you feel in the course of your life
"…..wow" in a sarcastic tone "Really wow" The look of disbelief was evident on your face
As he sees your reaction he didn't like it one bit so he said it again
"Do you want me to say it again for you? If your dumbass didn't get it the first time."
Childe's voice was dripping with sarcasm but he wasn't lying. He was beginning to think you were even more pathetic than he first thought.
"Did you happen to forget, all the little details Like texting her In the middle of the night?Beside me!? Did you really think I'm that DUmb HUh?! HAHAHAHAHA fck Childe I didn't know I also just married a person who literary would be so fcking idiot " You backfired him back
"The texting during the middle of the night wasn't even the worst of it. I really didn't think you were that blind, but if that's the case, how did you not realize I've been seeing her more often than you. Your dumbass didn't even realize I didn't come home some nights because I was with her."
You could feel his hatred coming back into his voice again and his anger was starting to get to him.
'wow the audacity to get angry at me' You thought but at the same time what he said sounded so ridiculous and so outright sound like a joke to your ears
"pffftttt haha" you tried to surpass the need to laugh at the moment
"I should have guessed you wouldn't be able to handle the truth. I mean are we surprised? You can't even handle the fact that you're not good enough for me anymore."
He leaned closer to you again, his face being mere inches away from yours. The look in his eyes was scary, it almost seemed like he was going to hurt you if you said one more thing.
"HHAHAHAHAHHAHA you think I'm that surprised anymore?! What are you an idiot? you would think that "I" didn't know that my fcking husband is fcking another girl behind my back DIDNT know?! oh, let me tell you Childe" Pointing at his chest
"I fcking knew from the start I fcking knew all your business trips are just trips In her house to just fck her, and pretend you're both married, Don't even get me started with your list and list of hotels receipts just to fck her there you horny little shit!?"
Childe was now completely losing it. His grip on your shoulders was now so hard that his nails were digging in your skin. His breath was shallow and you could feel the heat emitting from his rage. The look in his eyes has completely changed, he was pure anger now.
"You knew? You knew all along and you still stayed? You are a bigger idiot than I thought. Is that why you weren't able to satisfy me? Because she was doing it better than you?" he mocked looking down at you with range in his eyes
But all you can feel is the need to let him know about what you truly feel at this moment. feeling a little sting inside your heart for hearing him say that but also feels your whole being, being able to let it all out.
"maybe?! Maybe LOVING THE FCK OUT OF YOU IS MY IDIOTCY . That's my fault you little shit. MY FAULT FOR EVEN STANDING UP TO YOU FOR ALL THE DRAMA THE PAIN THE TORTURE YOU HAVE FCKING GIVEN ME ALL THIS TIME!? YOU ASK ME WHY I STAY? AND SAY I'M AN IDIOT FOR IT??? HAHAHAHAHA SORRY FOR BEING AN IDIOT WHO LOVES HER FCKING CHEATING HUSBAND BECAUSE SHE CANTS JUST LET GO TO HER BELOVED AJAX?! you fcking shit " pinches his arms so hard that you are sure to leave a nail mark on it to make him let go of your arm
Childe lets out a roar of rage, his grip on your shoulders is still strong but he's starting to lose his strength since he can't keep on holding you back. All of the years of being patient with you have lead up to this moment now and he was finally snapping. He yells the next words with anger and hatred.
"Beloved?! You call being cheated on for the past year "love"? Love? You've got to be kidding me! You're just as dumb as I thought you were. I am so glad I'm getting a divorce!"
hearing this made you blow up and just doesn't care anymore so you reply with "OH YEAH?! THEN FINE I'M DONE?! YOU FCKING WHORE OF A SHIT AND A HORNY FCKING PIECE OF GARBAGE GO TO YOUR TRASH CAN WILL YOU MAYBE "SHE" CAN HANDLE YOU YOU PIECE OF UNRECYCLABLE TRASH?!" slaps him again* "Get YOUR FCKING HANDS OFF ME!?"
Childe's face went from anger to shock and pain as the second slap landed. His grip on you tightened again, his fingers tightening around your shoulders, his nails piercing your skin. Your words seemed to sting him but the pain just made him angrier.
"Shut your whore mouth, you stupid c*nt."
Hearing it you just can't stop talking back at him "OH YEAH!? ARE YOU TALKING TO YOURSELF?! Congrats!! YOU KNOW YOURSELF THAT MUCH!?" you sarcastically replied
Childe's body clenched and he grunted as the insult hit him. He didn't say anything but the fact that it hurt him was clear. Without warning, his grip let go of your shoulders and he pushed you away with such force that you fell backwards onto the floor. His eyes looked at you with nothing but hatred now.
So you stand up by yourself from the cold floor "bastard till the end" Cold glare as you contact his eyes with yours.
Childe stood there for just a moment, looking down at you. He was about to leave the room but he paused, as if he had something more to say.
"You're right; I am a bastard all the way through. I don't like you. Hell, I never even loved you in the first place. The only reason I married you at all is because I felt sorry for you."
Something inside you is now...empty after hearing what he said to you. feeling stabbed inside… again and again inside your pitiful full of holes and broken heart
"is that so… then let me tell you Tartaglia I only married you because I did loved you and I meant the Ajax that I married not the cunt like you .. So let me remind you clear EVEN if you married me because of pity I dont fcking care"
"Oh really? You don't care if your husband married you out of pity because you're as pathetic as they come?"
Childe took a step forward, getting closer to you again.
"I knew you were stupid, but I didn't think you were that stupid. Who the hell would love you if I didn't? You're not loveable."
with range blinding your vision third slap came from your right hand in a flash of the eye harder this time "Leave already you FCKING CUNT?! "
Childe flinches again, this time showing more of his pain. He seemed to be more in his feelings than he was before. He looks away and scoffs, he could've just left but he stays, as if he can't seem to walk away.
"Fine, I'm leaving. But before I do, I'm going to give you one last piece of advice: Don't be so fcking annoying. Maybe then someone might love you."
You look at him leaving the door
"then some advice from me is. Don't be such a fcking horny cunt who can't be satisfied by one woman. then maybe the only possible woman to love you truly and won't leave you for the rest of your lifetime." Slammed the door hard in front of his face
Childe's face scrunched up in anger as your words hit him once again. He wanted to say more, he wanted to get the last word in but, at the same time, he was ready for this to be over. He slammed his fists against the door loudly before finally walking away.
THE END[?]
Well, looks like this marriage is definitely over. The two of you seem to be going your separate ways now and it looks like there's no hope of reconciliation. Although the two of you have made harsh remarks at each other, it's clear that there is still a bit of underlying feelings.
You would be stuck with these memories of being cheated on and emotionally abused for years to come. The pain from all the events leading up to the end won't be easily forgotten for you, but that also isn't something that will stay with you forever you convince yourself. That, you will find someone better and have a healthier relationship, just like you wanted from your relationship with Childe.
Overall, it's safe to say that there are a few lessons to be learned from this story: don't stay in a relationship out of pity, and don't cheat on your partner!
If you want a Happy ending it's in the Comment section
A/n: Hi Ars here! I just wanted to say that I don't really know if this is counted as angst??? I mean that was pretty intense I tell you. Well, I don't really know for now since exams are over I think I will slowly start to work on my other drafts as well but at the same time take a break from the stress life has gifted Given to me. I feel like being sucked by mosquitos after answering problems 😢
P.s : hidden easter egg : search for the references :>
Anyway, help me decide if I should continue or no? Thank you Have a great day ahead of you!!!
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Hey there!
I was wondering if I could request venom where the readers ex boyfriend really breaks her heart and venom wants to eat him and it's just really cute and funny and also serious because screw that *sshole!
Would be much appreciated! ���
Don't f*ck with my bestie
It's drama time !!! If it's ok with you could i do both Y/n and the partner gender neutral ?? Hope you understand. Word count:788
Y/n has been trying out the whole dating scene for a while now, ever since their spouse asked them out after class, But with venom you were constantly third wheeled.
"Y/n and P/n sitting in a tree..." He teased.
"Shut up..." You mumbled.
"You ok babe ??" They asked.
"Yeah, I'm alright" You smiled lovingly at them.
It was... certainly an experience, But all in all you loved your partner, you cared for them deeply, they were exceptional. Although Venom continued to tease you on your dates, he was very glad to see his bestie happy.
One day though after school, your spouse rung your phone, asking if you wanted to meet up at a nearby cafe, oooh another date !!
"Get a room already !!" He continued to tease
"That's just gross" You cringed.
You quickly got ready and drove your way to the said cafe where they were waiting for you outside. They smiled a little seeing you, though it didn't reach their eyes.
"Hi babe" You smiled and kissed their cheek, just oh so happy to see them. But they didn't kiss you back, you understood, they did explain previously that if that never happens they just had a bad day at work.
"Hey..." They greeted as you both sat down. "How have you been ??" Trying to make small talk.
"Been doing pretty good, class was very interesting today" After talking about your day, you then passed on the baton to them. "You ??"
They took a deep breath and sat up straight "Well..." They began to fidget "Y/n... your a nice person... but... I think the two of us should... invest in other people" They admitted.
You and venom perked up. Were they breaking up with you right here !! Yeah you had your ups and downs but you were always quick to work out those issues like any normal couple.
"W...Why ??" You frowned, your heart getting smashed.
"Look... It's not you, There's just... someone else"
Not only were they breaking up with you, they practically cheated on you while you two were dating.
"Wait... you cheated on me ??" You tried not to raise your voice, not wanting to cause a scene.
"Well... no. I haven't slept with them yet, I figured I'd break up with you first" They tried to make an excuse.
You were fully devastated, staring at your half drunken coffee. "I... I understand..." You gave them your all and this was your repayment ??
Venom was not very happy when the two walked away, not to mention they made you freaking cry !!! Oh that stupid piece of...
"Thank you for understanding, have a good life" They nodded and left, slipping out their phone to ring his new partner up.
You cried as you walked all the way home, your heart ached so much, it really fucking hurt !!
"We should eat their head !!" Venom raged, Nuh uh, don't fuck with his bestie !! "They do not deserve to live !!"
"Venom, don't..." You tried to reassure him but it was too late, he quickly morphed over your body and took control, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, He growled as he tried to find this bastard, he would not stand for any of this.
He then saw them talking to their partner, even kissing their cheek. He growled and launched from the building, landing in between them, They jumped and turned around to see the seven foot tall hukling symbiote as he then picked them up by the ankle and taunted him.
"Such a decent snack" He licked their cheek, their partner now running away in pure fear. Venom soon began to open his mouth wide.
"Venom Don't !!" You yelled. "Leave them be, leave them be, leave them be !!"
"I shall remove your head"
"No you won't"
"I shall use it for bowling !!"
He brought his head closer and closer to his mouth until he then tossed them like a ragdoll "Fine !!"
You cringed as you he morphed back into you, seeing him on the other side looking a tad beat up, but it also felt... good... getting some sly payback.
"That asshole can rot" You felt him grin.
Deep down, Venom was only just trying to help you... In his own way, But nevertheless you were greatly appreciative of it.
"Venom ??"
"Yes ??" He perked up.
"Thank you" You smiled softly, the memories of that stupid breakup gone, all in your mind right now was venom... your supportive best friend.
He wrapped a tiny tendril around your pinky, the goo rippling softly as indication that he was happy and content. "Always"
You were glad to have a bestie like him.
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Meet Me in the Corner pt.4
Peter Parker x Reader
Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4
Summary: Nolan's not that bad, Peter is still Peter and a certain masked man is a bit mean?
Ignore all typos or ill cry<3
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Nolan has been talking your ear off for the past fifteen minutes.
He’s managed to pass through about a dozen topics. You're 100% sure it's the coffee.
You don’t really get to talk, not that you mind. He’s kept you fairly entertained.
“That night was insane, we got home at like 6:30 in the morning and had a stats final at 7:45.”
You chuckle, “You guys are insane.”
Nolan laughs with you, “what's more insane, is that Peter aced the exam. He only missed two questions.”
You roll your eyes, of course he did.
Nolan catches you. “Woah, what's with the eye roll?”
“I did not roll my eyes.”
“Uh yes you did, I just saw you.”
You sigh, “It’s nothing.”
“It's definitely something.”
Okay so Peter and Nolan are both annoying. Makes for a great pair of buds.
“It’s just annoying.”
Nolan leans back in his chair. “What's annoying?”
You shrug, “That Peter is academically inclined. Just makes him more annoying to me.”
Nolan nods and hums. “I see there’s still some animosity there.” Funny, Peter said the same thing earlier.
“Yeahh” you say, dragging the word. “A bit.”
Nolan places his coffee down and leans forwards. “I thought he was going to apologize.”
So Peter talked about this with Nolan. That is oddly endearing.
“He did, or tried.”
“Oh god, what did he say?”
You cross your arms. “He said a whole lot of nothing if I'm being honest.”
Nolan shakes his head, “Oh Parker.”
You expected that Nolan would be quick to defend him, but he doesn’t.
“Can I ask you something?”
Nolan nods.
You fidget, “it may be a bit invasive.”
Nolan leans in closer. “I love invasive.”
This gives you the courage to ask your burning question. “What's with the friend group?”
Nolans eyes widened, clearly not expecting that question.
You immediately double down. “Actually nevermind, I take it back.”
Nolan shakes his head, “No, no, I get it.”
Nolan ponders for a second. “They were really nasty towards you and I'm sorry on their behalf.”
Oh wow, you did not expect that.
Nolan continues. “They're all a bit protective of their clique, i'd say they're not always like that, or you caught them on a bad day but i'd be lying.” he sighs before continuing. “It’s just been our group for as long as I can remember and I know that's not an excuse but it's my explanation.”
You look down at your coffee cup, “Okay, I guess I can understand that.”
You can’t, you really can’t, but these people aren’t your friends and their choice of company isn’t your business.
“Can I tell you something?” This time it's Nolan asking the question.
You nod.
“I think Charlotte was so mean because she felt intimidated.”
Now that is a shocker.
“What? By who? By me?”
Nolan chuckles at your confusion.
“Yeah, you.”
You are beyond confused. “No way, why?”
Nolan leans on the table with his chin resting on his hand. “Peter talks about you, you know.”
No, you didn’t know.
“I think maybe she felt threatened. Peter never really talks about anyone outside of our friend group. He mingles sure but he’s never really brought someone up the way he did with you.”
You want to curl in a hole and die when you feel your cheeks start to heat up. If Nolan notices he doesn’t say anything.
You snap your head up when you recall something. “Wait, but Peter was the one that told you guys about my oh so sad life and problems with Cal.”
Nolan winces, “yeah he did do that.”
Okay, well point lost for Peter.
“Look, Peter can be a dumbass sometimes. I don’t really know why he says some of the things he does but I can tell you he regrets it most of the time.”
He’s regretful? Half a point back to Peter.
“He sounds like a big ol 'ball of complicated and I really don’t need that right now.”
Nolan sighs, “shame, I think you’d be really good for him.”
You laugh at Nolans antics but quickly stop.
Wait. Why would he say that? Is this not a date? Who talks their boy up on date with a girl they like?
Nolan senses your confusion. “Whatcha thinking about?”
You're quiet for a second. You begin to fidget with your coffee. “I’m just a bit confused I guess.”
“About what?”
You tip your cup side to side. “It's just.” you pause, “I’ve never had a guy rout for his friend to be with someone he’s on a date with.”
Nolan looks beyond lost and now you really want to curl up into a ball and die.
Is this not a date?
You’re quick to speak before Nolan can get a word out. “Sorry, its just that, Peter mentioned that you had a crush and that he wanted to help you out.”
Nolan nods slowly, really taking in what he just heard.
All of sudden, it's like something has clicked in his head. “Oh, like Peter said that early, at the library?”
You nod.
Nolan nods with you, “Right, yes, this is true.”
odd , this feels very odd. “Is that not true?”
Nolan shakes his head frantically. “NO, no it's true, I just can't believe Peter would say that. What a silly guy.”
Nolan, who has been nothing but lax this entire time, starts to fidget with his coffee now.
Okay, you've made him uncomfortable and now you feel bad.
“Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.”
Nolan whips his hand out to grab your arm across the table. “No, do not feel bad. You see, I just got out of a bad situationship.”
Oh no.
“Oh my gosh really?”
Nolan closes his eyes and nods dramatically. “Yes, the worse.”
You put your hand on his. “Oh, I'm sorry.”
Nolan frowns, “yeah and Peter, oh that Peter, has been throwing everyone he can at me.”
Okay, Point lost for Peter, again.
You frown with Nolan. “What an ass.”
Nolan shakes his head. “No, he’s just trying to help. But like I said, a bit of a dumbass.”
Nolan continues, “Anyways, you’re fantastic but I just can't do a relationship right now.”
You’ve never been so happy to be rejected, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Nolan seems to take offense to this. “Okay, you seem oddly okay with that.”
You shrug, “that's because I am. I've got too much going on. friend vibes only.”
Nolan pats your arm. “Okay ouch, but I’m totally okay with that.”
Well, that went well.
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You and Nolan ended up ordering something to eat and stayed in the cafe, chatting away.
You’re both in a heated argument about the Harry Potter movies when someone scuffs to a stop next to your table. You both look up and are surprised to see Peter.
He looks like he ran here. He also smells like gas?
“Hey!” he says loudly. Interrupting the calm atmosphere.
He doesn’t seem to care and pulls a chair from the table next to you guys.
You and Nolan both stare at him while he immediately goes to pick at Nolans leftovers.
He winces when Nolan swats at his hands.
“Get your hands out of my food. What are you doing here? I'm on a date, remember?”
Nolan has a smug smile, while staring at Peter, who's now sitting up straight in his chair.
“Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that. Was running some errands nearby and thought I’d get something to drink.”
This time you speak up, “really? That's so crazy, considering you sent us here.”
Nolan smirk grows wider. “Yeah, super crazy.”
Peter looks between the both of you, clearly not expecting the two of you to gain up on him.
Peter gives an awkward chuckle, “anyways, how is it going?”
Nolan grins, “fantastic honestly.”
Peters got a surprised look on his face. “Wait, really?”
You offer a simple yeah.
Peter drums his fingers on the table, “great as in?”
Nolan sighs, “great as it can go after being rejected.”
You scoff, “I did not reject you, if anything you rejected me.”
“No” Nolan says, “It was honestly mutual. Shame really.”
You don’t notice but Peter seems to relax in his seat.
“Well, that’s unfortunate. At least you can say you tried.” Peter says as he picks at Nolans' leftovers again.
“Hey man, never said I was done trying.” Nolan's got a smug look on his face.
You and Peter both shoot a look towards Nolan, who is completely unphased.
“Well”, you being, “This was great but I really have to go now.”
You begin to gather your trash and Nolan gets up with you. “Where you headed? I’ll walk with you.”
Nolan snatches his leftovers from Peter and proceeds to follow behind you. Nolan’s been good company so you don’t deny him when he asks to join you.
You're both out the door when you hear Peter call after the two of you. “Wait, let me join you guys.”
You both continue walking but Peter catches up eventually. Nolan looks at Peter, “Thought you were gonna grab something to drink.”
Peter stumbles. “I-, I got full picking off your food, so im all good now.”
Nolan rolls his eyes.
The three of you continue to walk down through campus when you see a crowd near the front of the library.
You stop once you're close enough. “What the hell?”
Nolan goes to tap on someone's shoulder to ask what's happened.
“There was a gas leak from the labs in the basement. Everyone had to evacuate. Luckily someone tipped the police and they got here in time.” the bystander says.
You can't help but feel like you dodged a bullet. That could've been you in there.
Wait.
You shoot a look at Peter, who quickly looks away from you.
Peter warned you not to go in the library earlier, insisted on it even.
Peter also smells like gas.
Peter makes eye contact with you and looks away again.
Something tells you Peter had something to do with this.
You shake your head. You've got to stop overthinking everything, why would Peter have anything to do with this?
You look Peter over again, who proceeds to rock back and forth on his feet doing everything except looking at you.
No, Peter definitely has something to do with this.
Nolan interrupts your thoughts. “Well, glad we stayed outta there.”
“Yeah” you say wearily, “real glad.”
Peter, still refusing to look at you, starts to walk away.
Nolan starts walking with him and you follow.
You guys continue until you a fork in your road.
“Well” Nolan says, “Peter and I are this way.”
“I'm this way.” you say pointing the other way. “It was great seeing you Nolan.” you give him a genuine smile. It drops when you look over to Peter. You give a nod, “Peter.”
Before he can react you turn around and start walking away.
You cant see them but you can hear them.
“Come here you little shit.” you hear Nolan's voice, followed by Peter. “Ow, don’t do that. I'll explain.”
You hear Nolan scoff, “yeah you better.”
And after that, you're too far away to hear the rest.
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You know better. You know better than to walk around New York at night.
You’d been at your dorm for a while after leaving Peter and Nolan. You were dying to tell Mar about today, but she texted you that she’d be out late with her coworkers. Not wanting to bother her, you responded with a simple ‘have fun and be safe’.
You’d made yourself a sandwich for dinner and were going to call it a night but had decided you’d watch a movie. The only problem is that you can’t watch a movie without snacks.
It should be fine, you think.
A walk down the block to the convenient store and back, plus there's got to be plenty of people still out and about.
With one final boost of confidence and a strong desire for snacks, you put your shoes and coat on and head out.
The walk there had been fine. You make it to the convenient store and shop to your heart's desire.
You say thank you and goodnight to the old man who’s working the register.
Snack in tow, you are on top of the world. You swing your bag back and forth as you walk back to your dorm. You don't even have time to react, when all the sudden, someone rips your bag from your hand.
Next thing you know, they're taking off down the street.
You aren't thinking when you start chasing the culprit down the street. You’re yelling all sorts of profanities as you try to catch up to the snack thief. You can only run so much before you start to get winded. The cold makes it harder to breathe. You're about to accept defeat when you hear something whoosh by your head.
You're a bit puzzled when you see someone, whoosh by your head.
Excuse me, what?
All you can do is look down the road when you see the thief get yanked back by something. You can't really see what else happens but you stand still in shock.
You think now might be the best time to book it back to your dorm. You don't want to find out what New York has in store for you tonight.
With one final glance, you take off and run as fast as you can back to your building.
All is well, you think, until you hear the familiar whooshing. You scream and run faster.
You don't dare to look behind, scared to see what's there. In a matter of seconds, you’re pulled to a stop.
You’re dead. Mar will be so upset. You will forever be known as the girl who died because she wanted a late night snack.
You'll be damned if you don't go down without a fight. You start swinging your arms in every direction and continue to scream, hoping to get anyones attention.
“Ow, can you hold still?”
That voice sounds a lot less menacing than you imagined.
Against your better judgment, you listen. Slowly you start to calm down but you scream again once you realize who’s in front of you.
“Spiderman!?”
“Yes, Hi, hello, have you calmed down now. You know, you got a good few hits in and I-” he stops, you think he’s staring at you but you can't really tell.
You know, mask and all.
Spiderman clears his throat. “Yes, Spiderman, that is me, and this,” He holds out your bag of snacks, “is yours.”
You slowly take your bag back from him. “Thank you.” you say quietly.
“No Problem.”
You both stand in awkward silence.
Spiderman breaks the silence. “How about I walk back to you’re building?”
You don't really see why to deny it, you're now scared out of your mind, plus, it's spiderman.
“Sure , why not.”
You both begin the walk back to your dorm.
You pull one of the candy bars out of the back and go to open it.
“Are you serious?”
You look over at the masked man next to you.
“What?”
“Don't what me? This is why you came out late at night? For some snacks?”
Your brows furrow at his judgment. “Hey, that's not very friendly and neighborly of you.”
Spiderman scoffs. “And you chased the guy down, what would you have done if he had turned around and tried to fight you for those.”
You’re a bit stunned. You hadn't thought about that.
Spiderman puts a hand on his hip like an upset mother. “Yeah, maybe think about that next time you choose to risk your life for some candy bars and popcorn.”
Spiderman is mean.
You both continue your walk. “Are you mean to everyone person you save?”
“No, just the really dumb ones.”
Okay, rude. “Is there an app where I can give you a bad review?”
Spiderman scoffs. “I just saved your life, maybe be a bit more grateful.”
Okay, yeah, he’s got you there.
Before you know it, you make it your dorm building.
“Well Mr.Spiderman Sir, this is me. Thanks for saving my snacks I guess.”
He justs nods.
You wave goodbye and he waves back. You wait for him to leave but he doesn't.
“You can leave now.”
This time he shakes his head, “nope, gotta make sure you make it back inside.”
You find your key card and fiddle with the door handle. “You do this will everyone you just saved?”
He stands still, and you can’t help but giggle at his stiff stance.
“Um, yes of course I do. Gotta ensure everyone's safety and all.”
His delivery of the line makes you think he's lying, but you won’t call him out on it.
“Well,” you say digging into your bag of snacks, you pull out a candy bar. You toss it over to him. He catches it without even looking. “Consider that thanks for saving my snacks and all that.”
He laughs, “and all that?”
You wave a hand while you walk into your building “yeah, and all that.”
The door shuts and you see him linger for a second. He extends his arm and you see him swing away.
You shoot Mar a text as you head up to your room.
Just met our friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
You send a second text
By the way, kinda mean :(
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track 30: i'd never do that
"fuck." y/n said, wiping her eyes as she turned from the crowd, walking off the stage as soon as the curtains closed. she just... couldn't stop crying. all because of some song...
"y/n..." armin said, standing at her side. he rubs her back and takes the bass from her. the crowd continues to cheer loudly, claps and chants emerging from behind the curtains. "it's okay. c'mon, let's get you—"
they were interrupted by jean standing up loudly from his seat, storming off the stage and towards their change rooms. everyone's eye fell on him, watching his forced steps as he walked passed them all and the stage crew. eren and mikasa follow after, armin and y/n walking off next.
it was only truly a week ago that they all found out about marco's death, and having to preform to avoid any more backlash. unhappy fans ruled their twitter pages due to the postponed shows, and though levi advised against returning, the five of them agreed to come back. it was work... and they couldn't stop.
although what porco said was true, it was also true that the fans had control over their jobs. they could only enjoy their work if they had those fans. and using their friend's death as an excuse was no option. they didn't want to use it, and the fans had no right to know.
it was a bump in the road, is all.
"we did well tonight." mikasa says, sitting beside y/n. she holds her hand tightly. "you two did very well."
"i fucked up the tempo in the first song, made it too fast." jean complains, laying on the other couch.
"and i forgot my part for the whole first verse and just didn't play." y/n added in, leaning her head back.
"nobody even noticed, we didn't." eren says, sitting on the armrest of jean's couch. that may have a been a tiny lie, he definitely noticed and the looks that armin and mikasa shared on stage showed so too. armin stands nearby, pouring water for everyone. eren ruffles jean's hair gently. "you two did great. don't question it."
the two become quiet, silently thinking to themselves of what to do now. they had two more shows, two more shows and they could go home. and rest, and think, and be better.
"y/n? your phone's been buzzing like crazy." armin says, looking down at your device.
"huh? it's probably twitter. pass it 'ere." you say, holding out your hand. armin passes you the phone as you stand up, grabbing tissues to wipe your face. armin takes your spot. lo and behold, you were right. "i'm gonna talk a walk, alright?"
"don't go too far, we're gonna' leave soon." eren says as you wave your hand and leave the room.
you walk through the backstage halls until you make it outside. it's a restricted area, so no fans were there. and since everyone else was packing up the stage, you were alone.
but you unlock your phone, seeing thousands of twitter notifications and a few texts from porco. you stop yourself when you feel relieved.
when did you start feeling relieved about porco? when did he start making you feel that way?
you couldn't deny that sense of happiness you felt when you saw his picture show up on screen, though. maybe you should answer him.
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anime: attack on titan (band! au)
character: porco galliard
summary: y/n, the bassist of the band 'paradís', finds herself in middle of a 'publicity stunt' with none other than a rival band's drummer. porco, the mentioned member of 'marley', doesn't care about her at all. but they can only ignore each other for so long.
status: ongoing
warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used
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My name
Pairing: Sirius Black + fem!reader
word count: 4417
Summary: You're James sister, and you like Sirius. He constantly flirts with you, but at the end of the night, he ends up with another girl. How much can either of you take before your feelings are out?
Warnings: kissing, pranks, poor Emma
Requests are open
Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.
an: I've obsessed with the Sirius + James' sister thing
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"That's part of the fun." He says while we listen closely to anything that might be ongoing outside. I hear no footsteps, and I sigh deeply. I lean against the wall of the cramped broom closet in relief.
"I told you we'd get caught." I say, frustrated that I let him talk me into doing this. He grins and says, "I never said that we wouldn't be caught, I said that it would be fun and it was."
"For you maybe, I was terrified." I huffed, and Sirius continued to grin. He leans closer to my face and teases, "That's because you're a goody two shoes."
"Excuse me for caring about my education and not wanting to get detention." I retort, pushing his face away with my finger. Why did he always have to flirt like this?
Two sharp knocks echo on the door, but neither of us replies, fearing that it was a teacher. Seconds later, we hear a voice say, "You two better not be snogging in there."
I open the door, sighing, "No, James. We were just hiding from Filch."
Remus and Peter are standing beside James while Remus wiggles his eyebrows at me, but I shoot him down with a stern look. Sirius wraps his arm around my waist, and I smack it away. He says, "Would it be such a bad thing, love?"
"Yes." James replies before I could giving his best friend a look that could send him six feet under. Sirius panics, he had seemingly forgot that we weren't alone, so he couldn't pester me.
"How was it?" I ask, hoping to diffuse the situation, James looked like he was about to pounce. James laughs, and his mood uplifts in a moment. He exclaims, "It was brilliant, you should've seen it. The whole place was red!"
The prank, they had transformed the Slytherin common room red, and while I don't particularly support pranks, I was hoping for a night of fun after the torture that was last weeks quizzes.
"And their faces!" Peter said, which reminded James of the prank once more, and he burst our laughing. They continued to chat in loud voices as if they didn't know that we're well passed curfew.
I feel a hand slither around my waist midway to the way to the Gryffindor common room, and I look at Sirius pointedly while he had a smug look on his face. I push his hand away and go step beside Remus instead.
When we're there, I quickly head to the dorms to get a well-deserved good night's sleep.
A normal person would assume that Sirius Black was head over heels in love with me, but that couldn't be farther away from the truth for a multitude of reasons. He valued his friendship with James far too much than to mess it up by being with his sister. I wasn't his type, Sirius likes girls who are nothing like me.
The most important reason was that Sirius doesn't do relationships. He likes flirting, he likes the chase, he likes the sex, the relationship aspect of all that, not so much. He jumped from one girl to the next, typically in the span of the week, and I'd be damned if I was one of those girls.
***
"Go with me." Sirius suggests as soon as he plops down beside me for breakfast. I pause in the middle of lifting a spoon up to my mouth. I frown, "What?"
"The party, the Christmas party." He says, like it's obvious. Slughorns party for the members of the slugclub. I wasn't particularly brilliant when it came to potions, so I wasn't a part of the club, Sirius, however, was.
I don't reply straight away. It was odd. He always flirted, but he never asked me to with him anywhere, never actually asked me out on a date. I hesitantly ask, "As a date?"
James sits down in between both of us and asks intrusively, "Date? What date?"
"Not a date, date, but technically, she's the person I want to take to the Christmas party." Sirius stutters, and James purses his lips. James says, "No."
"James, you're not the boss of me. I make my own decisions." I say, sternly, but James rolls his eyes. Sirius perks up from behind him, and I turn him down, "That doesn't mean that I'll go with you."
He deflates while James perks up. They both start eating food together. They grab the same things at the same time and eat at exactly the same pace. It's freaky how in sync they are. They're the greatest best friends I've ever seen, doesn't Sirius know how this fake flirting thing could jeopardise it?
***
I stare back at my reflection at my mirror. I tilt my head to the side as I analyse which pair of heels would look best with my dress. Lily chimes in, "Black."
"Are you crazy? Red 100%" Alice and Lily bicker, and I chuckle, "You guys aren't making this decision any easier, really."
"You should come." I say, looking at them. They both opted to stay in the dorm studying rather than attending the party which both of them were invited to. Lily shakes her head, "It's too late now. We don't have dates."
"You could go with each other who cares about having dates, and besides, my brother would drop everything to be your date." I try to convince her, sick of hearing my brother talk about her for an entire summer again.
"I thought we agreed that your brother is an off-limits subject." Lily humms, and I lift my hands up in surrender. I look back at the mirror, then hold up the black heels. I say, "we have a winner."
Alice huffs, and I laugh at her reaction while Lily claps victoriously. I bid them goodbye and walked down the stairs to the common room where my brother and his friends were waiting for me.
"You look beautiful." Remus says as soon as he sees me, opting James and Sirius to turn to look at me. James smiles, "I don't know what you're talking about moony. That's the ugliest rat I've ever seen."
I poke my tongue out at him, annoyed, and Remus holds out his arm for me to take. He says, "Thanks again for agreeing to come with me."
"You don't need to thank me, Remus. We're friends." I reply with a smile. Remus wanted to attend the party, but didn't want to go through the hassle of finding a date, so he asked me.
"I know, I'm just sure that I wasn't your first choice when it comes to dates. You might've wanted to go with someone else." Remus says, and I finally look at the boy who was my first choice.
He had his hair looking perfect as always, and he had on an elegant that fitted him perfectly in every way, and he an odd look on his face than prompted me to say, "Are you okay, Sirius?"
He doesn't reply, but he gulps loudly. His eyes trail down my body slowly, and it makes me feel self-conscious. He snaps his eyes back to mine and he says, "Wow...you look stunning."
I blush a deep shade of red, and I look away from him. This was different from how he usually flirts. It felt like there were actually some emotions behind those words.
"Hey! Mate, stop drooling all over my sister, and let's go." James says, snapping his fingers in front of Sirius' face. Sirius replies, "But she's not here yet."
"Who?" Peter asks
"My date." Sirius says, and he rubs his face with both his hands. He mumbles, "I just can't remember her name..."
Just like that, all the positive feelings were gone because all I could think of was me someday bring that girl whose name he couldn't remember. I snap, "You shouldn't invite a girl out on a date if you can't remember her name."
"I-"
"There you are! I've been looking all over for you." A girl says as she walks down the dorm stairs and goes to Sirius. She goes to hug Sirius, pressing a kiss on her cheek, and when she can't see his face, he sends a panicked look to Remus.
Remus rolls his eyes, but when the girl backs away from the hug, he puts his hand in front of him and says, "Hello, I'm Remus."
"I'm Emma." She replies, shaking his hand with a smile. I offer my name and so do the rest of us. Sirius' shoulders drop from relief and he says, "Well, now that Emma's here, we should really get going."
I roll my eyes, and James snorts from beside Sirius. We start walking towards the party, and I mumble under my breath, "When is he going to grow up?"
"When are you going to admit your blatant feelings for him?" Remus whispers right next to my ear, and I flush. I snap my head towards him and snap, "Could you blame me for not wanting to? He couldn't remember the name of the girl he was taking on a date!"
Remus shrugs his shoulders and I know that he's convinced. I see the door to the party and feel Remus say something to me, "But the girl he's taking isn't the girl he likes."
"Bold of you to assume that he has the ability to have feelings for someone." I say, and as much as it hurts me to process the fact, I know that it's true. Remus counters, "Well, no someone has ever been you."
"I know that Sirius is your friend and everything, but you really need to screw your head on better." I snort, and give a fake smile that surely looks just like it is. The room is filled with music, and people are dancing all over the dance floor. I can hear Professor Slughorn's loud voice all the way from here.
Sirius already whisks Emma away to dance and her giggling echoes through the room. I realize that maybe coming to the party wasn't one of my best decisions. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and James says, "You okay?"
"I'm fine." I reply and James says, "It's really no use of lying to your brother."
"Come on, I know what'll cheer you up." James says, and he grabs my hand and drags me to a table, and I drag Remus along with me. James sits down and he pulls out a deck of Muggle cards and starts shuffling them. James smirks, "So, what are we betting on?"
Remus gives James a disapproving look, but sits down. I pick the seat that makes me unable to see Sirius. We start playing and mid-way through our third game, I pause and say, "Isn't this sort of...weird? We're at a party and we're playing cards."
"We're at a party a teacher hosted, we're not exactly the coolest right now either." James retorts and hands Remus all of his 3s, and Remus grins. James laughs and he looks at something behind me. He says, "Looks like our Padfoot has already scored."
I don't bother looking behind me, I already know what's happening. It's been happening every year since 3rd year. I sigh, and press my lips tightly together. Remus places a sympathetic hand on my thigh and I give him an appreciative smile.
"I think I'm gonna go..." I stand up and start to put my things back into my purse, leaving my cards on the table. I run a hand through my hair and say, "I forgot that I've got a Muggle studies quiz tomorrow."
"But we don't have-" James begins, but I've already turn and made my way to the door. The door slams unintentionally behind me, but I know that it doesn't matter, the noise of the chatter and music drowning it out.
I can't believe that I let this happen, and I can believe that I'm hurt and surprised every time it does happen. I feel straw tear fall from my eye, and I wipe it away. It doesn't help that I hear him jogging after me, and saying, "Hey! You left-"
He stands in front of me and places both his hands on my shoulders. He stops me from walking, and I barely have time to put my hand down before he notices my red eyes. He pauses before whispering, "Were you crying?"
"No, allergies." I say, before stepping away from him and trying to keep on going back to the dorms. He stops me again, and he says, "You can tell me."
"No, go back to the party, you're date's waiting." I snap, and try to walk away, but I get forced back into place. I try to move away with more force, but it shots me back harder. I almost fall, if it wasn't for Sirius who stabilized me.
I begrudgingly looked up, and dreaded what I found. A mistletoe, hanging from the archway that we were both under. I rub my hand frustrated over my face, and say, "I'll remember the spell that I'll get us out of this, wait..."
I huff as the spell completely escapes my mind. I try to think harder to one of the charms books I read with Remus a few years ago. Sirius squeezes my waist, and I didn't even realize that he had his hand there. He says, "We can just-"
"No! I'll remember." I say, sternly and push his hand off my waist. He waits patiently and I get more and more frustrated at my weak memory. I snap my fingers as I try to remember, "I read it at the table near the window, in the library...with Remus, in fourth year..."
"Fourth year! You can't remember that." Sirius says, incredulously. I have to admit, it was ridiculous that I believed that I'd be able to remember a spell I once read, three years ago, but I couldn't kiss Sirius. I huff, "I will."
"We'd sooner die, than you'd remember that spell."
"Just wait." I say, as my eyes scan everything around me, trying to remember that stupid spell. Sirius places his hand on my chin, and makes me look into his eyes, the most beautiful mix of grey and blue that I've ever seen. He whispers, "Is kissing me really that bad an option?"
No, it's not, it really isn't, but I can just imagine how it would go. I'd kiss him, I'd get all those fluttery feelings in my stomach, and I wouldn't be able to stop kissing him because finally it's happening. Sirius would keep kissing me until neither of us could anymore. I'd fall in love all over again.
Then, the next morning, he'd act like nothing happened. I'd go to breakfast and find him sitting next to some girl that he's going to be giving all his attention to for the next week with his arm around her shoulder. I would die inside and be miserable until he'd break up with this girl, and I would believe that it's finally my turn, but then he'd find another girl instead.
I'd be even more miserable until I got over him which is unlikely or when he realized that I should be his girlfriend not a fling a girlfriend, which is even more unlikely, and so yes, my answer is yes. I say just that, "Yes, it would, now stop pestering me, so I can think."
"Love, you're never going to remember it."
"Yes, I will." I snap back at him, and he seals his mouth shut. At last, a moment of peace. I try to think, but it wasn't coming to me at all. I tried to think of alternative spells, and I was grateful that Sirius decided to stay calm.
At least I thought so, until he places his fingers on my chin once more, and quickly tries to kiss me. Panicked, I yell, "Bombarda!"
I point my want to the ceiling and the archway, comes crashing down along with the mistletoe, the spell breaks and we escape before the archway falls over us. In hindsight, this wasn't one of my brightest ideas.
"Are you crazy?" Sirius shouts, and he's right, but no way I'm going to tell him that. I look away from the pile of rubble, and brush off the dirt from my dress, and say, "I got us out, didn't I?"
"You almost squished us." Sirius complains and I roll my eyes. He continues, "And you destroyed a piece of the castle."
"As if Dumbledore can't rebuild it, besides, you've done more damage to the school." I say, and Sirius runs a hand through his perfect hair, making it the slightest bit messy. He says, "That's not the point. You were willing to almost kill us both than have me kiss you. Do I have bad breath or something?"
"Did you forget that you were going to kiss someone other than your date tonight?" I say, trying to remain calm, while Sirius keeps on getting more heated up. Sirius replies, "It's not like I'm cheating or something, she's just a date!"
Exactly my point, she's just a date, he couldn't even remember her name, but he still kissed her, and who knows what they'll be doing tonight. I add, "Did you forget that you're going to be kissing your best friend's sister?"
"It's just because of the mistletoe- James would've killed me, I know, but you're not just his sister, you're more than that." Sirius says, and he looks down at the ground, and I feel my heart rate pick up, despite not wanting it to. He adds, "You're my friend too."
The feeling's gone. I scoff, and leave.
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The next day was more chaotic than last night. I'm sitting at breakfast, trying to convince James that I'm alright because of the way I abruptly left the party last night, while also trying to apologize to Remus for also leaving him abruptly last night.
"I promise you it's fine." Remus
"Unlike you, last night." James
"I swear to Merlin, James. If you don't shut up, I will murder you, and Remus, are you sure there isn't any way I can't make it up to you." I say, turning to Remus, voice switching from stern to soft. Remus slips up, "I'm sure you've suffered enough for your mistakes."
"Suffered? What does he mean?" James interrupts, and I pause. I knew what Remus meant, I heard it, he heard it, the entirety of Gryffindor tower heard it, it being Sirius and Emma having fun this morning in some sort of hidden part of the tower.
Echoes of laughter are heard through the Great Hall, and we all turn to see, Sirius walking in with neon yellow hair. James bursts out laughing, and Peter joins him. I try to hide my snickers behind my hand, while Remus smiles. Sirius huffs and sits next to James, opposite to me.
"What happened, mate?" James asks, trying to contain his laughter. The great hall soon quiets down, and everyone goes back to their own lives. Sirius doesn't say anything as he begrudgingly stuffs his mouth with bread.
No one says, anything but James and Remus try to figure out spells to return Sirius' hair color back to normal. James says, "I'll just use a counter-jinx-"
"That wouldn't work because we need to know the jinx that caused it." Remus explains, and he turns to ask Sirius, "Did you hear the jinx?"
Sirius shakes his head, and I notice him avoiding looking at me. James suggests, "If you tell us who did this, we'll just force it out of them."
Sirius shakes his head again, and we notice Emma walking in shooting glares at Sirius. Remus whispers, "Did something happen with Emma?"
Sirius grumbles something under his breath, and proceeds to stuff his mouth full of food again. James exclaims, "What happened?"
"I-uh..." Sirius trials off, and James chuckles. He slaps Sirius' back and jokes, "What? Did you forget her name again?"
The boys laugh at the idea, but they stop when the notice that Sirius isn't laughing with them and instead turn bright pink. Peter gasps, "You didn't."
"I didn't." Sirius defends quickly, but then sinks back in his chair. He purses his lips, and Remus inquires, "What did you do?"
An angry Hufflepuff comes marching behind Sirius, and tugs on his hair. He yelps and turns around to look at the red-faced girl. She shouts at him, "If you're going to try to sleep with my best friend, then have the decency to say her name."
She shoots me a glare, and then walks away back to the Hufflepuff table where Emma has a sorrow look on her face. Sirius sinks further back into his chair, and Remus exclaims, "You called her the wrong name!"
"It was an accident okay?" Sirius defends himself, and I find myself confused why the girl would glare at me instead of Sirius, unless...no way! No way! He wouldn't...would he? Sirius avoiding looking at me, her glaring at me, it all adds up! I flush a deep shade of red at the thought.
"Who's name did you say?" James asks, and Sirius starts to stutter. He grabs a piece of bread and shoves it in his mouth, and motions to it, as if to say that he can't reply at the moment. He chews very slowly, and the bell rings, signifying that there's only five minutes left till class.
Remus stands up and hauls Peter and James with him. Sirius begrudgingly stands up, trying to ignore the pack of Hufflepuff girls shooting him glares. The great hall's nearly empty by the time, I grab Sirius' hand to stop him from leaving.
The action catches my brother's eye, and I say, "We'll meet you there."
James looks at us both skeptically, but Remus grabs him by the collar, and pulls him towards class, along with Peter. Remus has had years of experience and knows that this is the only way to get the boys to class. James shouts behind his back to us, "If you're late, I'll come find you."
"Ow, ow, ow, Moony." James exclaims, as Remus grabs his ear and tries to stop him from staying behind with us. Once they're an appropriate distance away, Sirius asks, "What is it?"
"First...let me." I say, before bringing out my want from my belt loop and waving it over his hair, turning it back to the perfect jet black color that it was. He grins, pulling some of the strands over his eyes, to see the familiar shade of black. He says, "Thank you-"
"Why did you do that?" I interrupt him, exasperated. Sirius turns red, taken aback, and he avoids looking at me again. He stutters, "What are you talking about?"
By now my assumptions have been confirmed, and I feel my heart rate pick up as I say, "You said my name, why did you say my name?"
"I thought, I've been obvious, I like you." Sirius says, seeing no use in denying it, and running a hand through his hair. I bite the insides of my cheek and sigh, "No, you don't."
"I do, a lot." Sirius says, and he takes a step closer to me, the same step that I take back, pushing me to the wall. I say, "You just want me because you can't have me, but once you do, you'll lose interest."
He shakes his head, and he purses his lips before saying, "It's not like that-"
"If you really like me, why were you with those girls?" I ask, and I'm afraid of the answer. I fiddle with my fingers anxiously, and he says, "Trying to get over you."
He takes my hand in his, and I sigh. For so long, this is what I've wanted, he's the one that I like. I look into his eyes for any signs of anything other than sincerity, but there weren't any.
He leans to try to kiss me, but I stop him with a finger on his lips. I take in a shaky breath and say, "If you do this...If you kiss me, I want you to mean it. I want you to kiss me because you like me, not because you're bored or because you want to sleep with me. I can't be just another notch on your belt, I-I'm in this if you are, but if you're not then stop now..."
I trail off, and look back into his eyes, to find him looking at me with an expression I can't place. Butterflies shoot up and down my stomach. I expect him to leave, to turn around and head to class, but he doesn't.
He presses his lips to mine, and I let out a soft gasp. He holds me tightly to his chest, and he grasps at my waist. He kisses me once, twice and a couple more times. He doesn't stop until, he can't breathe anymore. He rests his forehead to mine and I pant, "You kissed me."
"I did" Sirius replies, and he smiles. I can't help, but grin myself. He holds me tighter, and I find myself smiling even wider. I say, "James is gonna kill you."
"I know." He shudders and I see the panicked look behind those grey eyes. I worry that it's going to stop him from being with me. Maybe he didn't even mean to kiss me, maybe he tripped. I ask, "And that doesn't deter you at all?"
"It does" He replies, and I feel myself getting anxious. Sirius values his friendship with James above anything else, they were brothers. I know that he'd be terrified to put it in jeopardy. I add, "Does it scare you?"
"Yes" He says, and I purse my lips before tentatively asking, "Then why aren't you backing away?"
"Because I can't really think about James murdering me when I really want to kiss you." He says, and I smile, maybe he didn't trip. I ask, "Again?"
"Multiple times, yes" He teases, and I smile. It's me who leans forward this time to capture his lips onto mine. He's grinning against my lips, making a proper kiss impossible to achieve. He pushes me against the wall, and keeps kissing me till all the oxygen is out of my lungs.
"GET OFF OF MY SISTER, BLACK!"
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AITA for joining a "cult" that thinks my sister and mom are Darkfriends?
First, some backstory. I (30m) have always been an outsider in my family. It wasn't anything to do with my parents - dad (dead) always spent all his time with me instead of my younger siblings, and (step)mom (43f) always gave me extra attention compared to her bio kids because she didn't want me to feel neglected - or with my brother (21m), who's always looked up to me. It was all because of my sister (19f). She's hated and bullied me ever since she was a toddler, and I have no idea why. I guess maybe she doesn't think I'm her real brother, or blames me for telling on her whenever she did irresponsible things like climb trees and talk to strangers. All I've ever done is try to keep her safe, but she's never appreciated it.
Anyway, there's this organization (my sister claims it's a cult, though I don't think that's fair) that's dedicated to serving the Light. My mom always hated them and kept them banned from our country because she thinks they have an agenda against women who can channel, and she's one herself, as is my sister. I used to believe her, but after reading one book written by the organization's founder, I realized that my mom has a totally biased view of them and they're actually doing really important work founded on admirable principles. So when my sister went missing at the hands of women who can channel, I decided I'd had enough of those women lying to everyone all the time and I joined this organization.
I did have my view of them shaken when I found out my mom had been kidnapped, abused, and murdered by one of their leaders (turns out she's actually still alive though, don't worry about that), but I challenged that leader to an honorable duel and killed him to avenge my mom, and my friends and I rooted out a handful of other corrupt members of the organization, so now with that small minority gone, the rest of us can continue doing the Light's work and spreading awareness of the evils of the One Power.
To be clear, I OBVIOUSLY don't think my sister and mom are Darkfriends; it's only everyone else who uses the One Power who is. I've explained this to my sister multiple times but it only makes her angrier instead of grateful that I'm making an exception for her and choosing to believe the best of her. It feels like I can never do anything right in her eyes, but maybe I've somehow got the wrong understanding of the situation. So, AITA?
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u/dainbornhald: NTA. Your sister's problem isn't actually that you joined this organization (which totally does sound 100% Light-serving). She doesn't think you're her real brother and is just looking for any excuse to continue the bullying, manipulation, and gaslighting she's been using on you since she was a toddler. [+5k votes] u/childbyar: Came here to say this. Sister sounds like a textbook abuser, and, honestly, almost definitely a Darkfriend. I'd go no contact with her, OP, and maybe get a restraining order if you have to - she's obviously unhinged. [+1.2k votes]
u/amyrlinseat: You joined a cult that thinks your sister is a Darkfriend based on an innate characteristic about her that she didn't choose and can't change (unlike you, who DID choose to join this cult), and you're whining that she's mad at you for it??? YTA [-749 votes]
u/luckyfox: YTA for the cult thing, but this whole family's got serious mommy AND daddy issues (take it from an expert). Sister resents you for getting all your parents' attention growing up, and you have a victim complex about being a stepchild/half-brother. I can only wonder what might be going on with the middle brother who wasn't mentioned much here. You guys need to go to therapy. [+2 votes] u/galaddamodred [OP]: My brother always seemed very well-adjusted, but a few hours after I made this post he actually died going on a suicide charge in battle because he thought he was unimportant enough to risk and no one would care much if he died in the attempt. Which sucks because now the only sibling I've got left is my sister who hates me. [+273 votes] u/luckyfox: oh my god [+312 votes]
#every time i read galad's narration of elayne being sO MeAN to him in AMOL#i'm reminded of an r/aita post where the person is skirting around crucial information to make themselves sound like not the asshole jkfg#wot#wot book spoilers#the wheel of time
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Surprise Bag 2024 Story (Prologue)
The April Fool's story from 2024. This is only the prologue, as the continuations are sold as story sales that I will not be purchasing. I do still think it is very funny, though.
The premise is a bodyswap, Ellis <> Jude and Elbert <> Alfons
Ever since I became a Fairytale Keeper, I like to think that my tolerance for the extraordinary has increased.
However, this latest happening in Crown far surpassed anything I had ever experienced.
"Jude": Good morning, Miss Kate. I'll make you happy today too.
Kate: ...Jude, did you... hit your head on something?
"Jude": Hm? Nope, I'm perfectly fine. Haven't hit my head on anything.
Kate: What happened to your usual terrible attitude?! Did you catch a cold? Are you injured? We have to go to the hospital now--
"Ellis": Tch, the hell is this?
"Jude": Ah, Jude. "Jude": Huh? Jude, why are you me?
"Ellis": I should be the one asking. Why the hell are you me?
Kate: Wha? Huh??
"Elbert": Ahha! Something terribly amusing seems to have happened, hasn't it?
Kate: Alf- Eh, Lord Elbert? Kate: Wait, so then is that 'Alfons' standing behind you...?
"Alfons": ...When I looked in the mirror, I became Al.
"Elbert": Being able to look at oneself from the point of view of an outsider truly is fascinating. "Elbert": Oh yes, El. Do speak more energetically. It's unsettling to hear myeslf sound so glum.
"Alfons": ...More energetically? ...I'll, try... "Alfons": ........Ahha.
"Elbert": I suppose that's my mistake for asking you to be more energetic.
Kate: Wait, just hold on a second. So what's happened is... Kate: ...Jude and Ellis, and then Lord Elbert and Alfons have swapped bodies!? Kate: What kind of ridiculous situation is this...!?
"Ellis": It's that goddamn doctor bastard's fault. I'll kill him.
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Gathering the remainder of Crown, we questioned Roger about the circumstances. He let out an unrestrained laugh.
Roger: My bad, my bad. Who'd ever think that the results would pay off this quickly? Aren't I a genius?
Victor: Now's not the time, Roger! What did you do to cause this adorable- excuse me, very troubling situation?
Liam: Victor, you're not hiding your true feelings very well. Your words and face don't match at all.
Roger: I had the thought of swapping a cursed person with a normal person. That could lead to the curse transferring, couldn't it? So I was doing some research.
William: Your unquenchable thirst for knowledge is admirable indeed. But if that were the case, shouldn't you be experimenting with a cursed person and a normal human?
Roger: It'd be pretty dangerous for us if something went wrong while I was experimenting on a normal person, wouldn't it? I thought I'd test things out on these guys first.
Harrison: Just what do you think we are? We die just as easy as normal people, you know.
"Elbert": Let's toss that musclehead four-eyes into the Thames.
"Ellis": Yeah. Fix some stone weights to him and it'll be over quick.
Kate: Stop, stop! Don't say things like that wearing Elbert and Ellis's faces!
"Jude": But that's pretty amazing, Roger. I never thought that medicine like this could exist.
Liam: ...Jude being all soft is- nope, that's just weird!
Roger: Don't worry so much. Once I've collected enough data from you lot, I'll whip up an antidote. Roger: ........Once I've got an antidote, I can start testing on the others.
Harrison: ...You just said something awful, didn't you?
Roger: Don't know what you're talking about.
"Elbert": You're acting like you're in any position to bargain about turning us back? Pardon my French, but go die.
Harrison: Yikes... Uh, Liam? Hey, Liam, hey. Did he fall asleep?
"Jude": Sorry, I touched his head. I was curious about whether I could use Jude's power or not.
Roger: Huh, so the ability stays with the body. I really am a genius after all, aren't I?
(This isn't helping anymore...!)
Kate: A-anyway! Please make that antidote as soon as possible, Roger! Kate: ...Geez. What are we going to do if Her Majesty hears about this?
Roger: Well, I might end up getting fired... Roger: ...So it's up to you to watch over the lot of them to make sure nobody else finds out about this, little lady.
Kate: Huh? ...Roger? Wait!
"Ellis": Tch... Fuck it. Let him get kicked out.
"Jude": Ah, Jude, my body isn't used to--
"Ellis": *cough, cough*... Ellis. First thing we're doing is to start training so you can at least handle one cigar.
"Elbert": Hmm... with a face like this, I could get away with doing pretty much anything, don't you think?
"Alfons": ...Kate, is this spoon beautiful?
Kate: M-my poor sanity...!
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Gale and the Unperfect Victim
Here I am, back again with Gale posting cause I still have more thoughts on him as a character.
So, today, I read the phrase "the perfect victim" which is a myth often used to discredit the experience of female victims of SA, to dictate a way that victims of violence/assault are "supposed" to act. And when i tell you the concept of a perfect victim to anything immediately made me think of Gale, as well as the state of colonial resistance at large.
I'd like to preface with the idea that there is no "perfect victim" to any systemic crimes perpetuated. There is no one acceptable way of acting or responding to oppression or violence. With that out of the way let's get into the Gale analysis.
I often see people talk about Gale in this specific formula:
"I still don't like Gale as a character. His anger is understandable but [insert violent response to state sanctioned violence here].
There always seems to be such a conditional in the people's eyes of what is and isn't justifiable violence or resistance. To what means is a war just is one of the central themes of THG (or at least I believe so anyways).
Now this question raises a really interesting point about Gale's character. Obviously, Gale is meant to represent the other end of the extremist spectrum: kill all Capitol people indiscriminately, no matter their disposition and beliefs or levels of innocence; take down the Capitol at all cost.
This, coupled with the fact that Peeta represents the other end of the spectrum (do the right thing and hold onto conscience, choosing humanity for all ends) might present Gale as a heartless, cold killer.
Here we meet the instance of a "perfect victim." Subjected to seemingly relatively the same levels of oppression (some would even argue that Peeta suffered more), Peeta still continuously chooses to pacify. He represents conscience, which manifests in the way that he is soft spoken, generally kind/compassionate, white, blond, merchant's kid, unquestioningly devout, barely ever angry. Do you hear it? The sounds of a perfect victim, someone you're supposed to feel bad for because he didn't deserve any of this.
This view is revoked from Gale, someone who's fought, hunt, and kill all his life. Angry, harsh, not as well-spoken or charismatic, a possessive weirdo sometimes, and violent. His response to violence is almost always with anger, with the biting of the tongue until it bleeds, and then it explodes in everyone's face. "Gale is understandable, but..."
It makes me wonder how much compassion and understanding and help we can truly extend to a person who doesn't respond to violence the way he's supposed to. When they don't lay down and take it, or brood in angry silence, or extend a gracious forgiving hand. People would say he lacks humanity or compassion but I would wholeheartedly disagree. His dedication to his people, to his family, to his friends, to Katniss has manifested into anger and hatred for an imperial machine that has never cared if he died or lived.
I find it funny that somehow, this is always a trait demanded to be fixed by the oppressed. Even in post-war, post-apocalyptic movies where previous minority groups establish a closed community that's hostile to outsiders, that's a moral failing on their part. It fails completely to view the responsibility of the Capitol people, whose true extent of innocence can be argued against (how innocent are you really, when you're an exploitative force actively participating in the deaths and oppression of the lower colony-like districts).
Which then leads me to the posts I've been seeing about Palestine. So much focus on constant martyrdom, which is so important. SO important. But why are we turning our eyes away from their resistance? The truth of it is gratuitous violence is not their first choice, and resistance is always so ugly. We distance ourselves away from the violence to excuse ourselves of the need to have to justify the means to life of an entire people.
"By what standard of morality can the violence used by a slave to break his chains be considered the same as the violence of a slave master?” - Walter Rodney
Do I agree with everything Gale does? No. I won't attempt to justify his notions of violence, but I will beg you to situate them within the asymmetrical power context in which they’re committed.
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{#} 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈?
word count: 0.9k
genre/warnings: smut/unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy), ejaculation inside of reader, a bit of rough sex
Drew McIntyre x black!fem!reader
There he stood, angry. He had every right to be angry. He was close to being champion again, and it slipped through his hands. His anger always got the best of him, and you told him that, but he was too stubborn to admit to it.
"Hey..."
"I don't wanna talk right now," he walked past you.
To say you weren't caught off guard would be a lie, and honestly, you did not know what to do. You were not sure if you wanted to slap him or comfort him. A part of you wanted to slap him because who the hell was he to push past you like you were one of his homeboys, but a part of you wanted to comfort him because he was upset.
The walk to his bus made you think that you would cuss him out first for making him walk to his bus, then comfort him on his loss. Who the hell was he to make you walk to his bus? He did have you fucked up.
You knocked on the door, but there was no answer. You'd figure that he was being a diva due to this loss. So you gave his door another knock.
"Go away!" he shouted.
"Excuse me? You better not be talkin' to me like that?" you shouted back. You could hear him shuffling around and then the door unlocking.
"Are you done throwin' a tantrum?" you climbed up the steps and stared at him.
"Baby, I know you wanted to win badly, but it's not the end of the world if you don't. You not wantin' to communicate your feelings and emotions is not okay... It is okay to feel how you feel; your feelings are valid, okay? I know you don't want to speak, so whenever you are ready to speak, I will be right here," you sat down next to him.
All you could hear was him sighing, grunting, and groaning. You knew that he was trying to find the right words to say.
"I almost had it... It slipped through my hands," he sighed.
"Then that idiot Damien Priest came and ruined everything!" Drew added, clenching his fist.
"I wanted to make you proud, my family proud, and I failed..."
"I'm proud of you every day. Do you think I'd leave you because you didn't win? That's a bit silly, don't you think?" another sigh left his lips while you placed a hand on his back.
You rubbed your hand up and down on his back as he placed a hand on your thigh, "you know what would help me decompress?" his hand trailed up your thigh.
"You being my good girl, laying down on your back, and me hearing your pretty little whimpers as I fuck you restless," he whispered in your ear before his lips made their way toward your neck.
His lips left little kisses on your neck, and his lips moved down to your shoulder while his hand went inside the brown bandeau that you were wearing. His hand gripping on your breast as you let a breath of air out. You could feel him smirking against your skin as he removed his lips
from your shoulder.
Before he could place his lips on your breast, he made sure to toss your bandeau to the floor where he thought it belonged. His mouth was on your right breast while his hand had a grip on your left breast. His tongue swirled around your nipples as he used his free hand and placed it back on your pussy.
"What a perfect day to wear a skirt..." his voice was low.
"And with a g-string at that? You wanted me to fuck you that bad, baby?" he began to rub the outside of your clit.
Slowly, he stuck one finger inside. Just the sound of your yelp turned him on. He stuck another finger inside of you and began to pump in and out of you aggressively. Your moans were inaudible as your eyes were closed.
"Drew..." you whimpered while he gave you a smirk.
"You like that, huh?" he continued at the same pace while he stared at you.
"I need you inside of me..." you whimpered, feeling yourself about to cum.
Drew made sure that you were on your back, aligning himself with you. He was such a tease, rubbing his dick against your clit with a chuckle.
"Drew..." you whined, looking at him.
"Are you sure? I'm letting out all of my frustrations tonight..." he looked at you.
"Yes baby, I'm sure," and without warning, he slammed
himself into you.
When he said he was letting out all of his frustrations, he meant it. He started at a rough pace, placing a hand on your throat. The sound of his pelvis smacking against yours could probably be heard from the bus, but he didn't care.
His rough and aggressive thrusts sent shivers and shocks down your spine. He quickly pulled out and flipped you on your stomach as he slammed himself into you again. This time, his thrusts were slow and hard.
His body against yours as he thrust slowly and harder into you. Kissing your back as he moaned dirty little things in your ear. "Can I come in you, baby?" he grunted in your ear, kissing all over your cheek.
"Yes baby..." you were breathless, cumming on his dick while you felt him release inside of you.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he pulled out and sat you down on his lap.
꒰𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬🥲.꒱
this is from my wattpad but yeah! sorry for the unannounced hiatus
#black reader#interracial#black writers#wwe one shot#wwe x black reader#wwe x black!reader#drew mcintyre#drew mcintyre x black reader#drew mcintyre x black!reader#drew mcintyre smut#wwe smut
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Babygirl - Eita Semi x fem-reader
Semi smut since I been putting it off apparently everyone in my family has covid except for me so I gotta stay hidden in my room so be expecting lots of fics and hcs to be posted for the next few days
He's so fucking cute like what the hell where can I find a man like this irl
Warnings: smut, pinv, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), kinda jealous sex if you squint, wall sex, oral (fem receiving), petnames (baby??, babygirl, pretty girl), fingering, a drop of wholesome shit at the end, orgasm denial??
Nsfw under the cut MDNI
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You and Semi have been dating for a few months now he's such a big sweetheart under that intimidating look on his face
You guys were out one night on a date at a restaurant you were talking when you had to go to the bathroom so you politely excused yourself
After a few minutes you were about to come back to the table when a guy you've never met or seen came up to you
"Hey, pretty girl," the random dude said making you look at him weird and continued to walk away not think he was talk to you trying to back to you date with you boyfriend
But the guy had other plans and grabbed your arm pull you back to him
"Don't ignore me I just wanna talk maybe get your number I could take you home with me tonight" the random guy smirked as he spoke
"No I have a boyfriend" you spoke calmly and yanked your arm away from him continuing to try and walk away
"Come on he doesn't have to know plus I bet I could steal you from a pretty thing like you needs a real man" the guy spoke again making you look at him grossed out by his persistent attempts
You were about to speak but froze when you heard some clear there throat and immediately knew who it was
"I think she's doing just fine with me, thank you very much though for the offer" Semi spoke up the last part was sarcastic
I turned around looking at him "Hi baby" you said sweetly his looked at my his gaze softening
"Hi do you wanna me to take you home now I already paid for tell bill" he said softly
"Yeah I'd like that" you said calmly the guy stood there in stunned silence "what's he so shocked about" you questioned taking his hand as he walked me outside to his car shrugging dismissively to your questioned opening the passenger side door for me
You got in to his car sitting down as he got in as well in the driver's seat starting the car pulling out of the parking spot driving down the road it was only a ten minute drive to your house
You looked out the window when you felt his hand on your thigh you looked over at him smiling softly
"Do you wanna come to my place instead" he said softly a flicker of something possessive in his eyes
"Um yeah sure why not" you said softly
He smirked as his hand trailed higher up your thigh kneading the inside of your thigh as he change direction go to his house instead which was much closer and only took us about 4 minutes to get there as
He stopped the car turning the engine off getting out of the car as you did the same following him hold his arm as he unlocked the door the cold air from the night making you shiver
He opened the door ushering you inside as he got inside he looked at you before pushing your back against the door kissing you
"Seing that guy flirt with you pissed me off" he muttered against your lips pulling your body flushed against his "let me take care of you, babygirl"
His petname he called you made you heart flutter as you looked at him his eyes filled with lust and possessive desires
"Ok" you said simply that was all he need to hear as he pick you of making his way to the bedroom closing the door with his foot throwing you down onto the bed
You looked up at him your eyes full of love and desire for him
Semi's body pins you to the mattress, his weight distributed evenly as he looks down at you with a mix of desire and adoration in his grey eyes.
"You're so beautiful, baby," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curves of your face. "I love the way you look up at me like that."
He captures your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every crevice.
His hands roam over your body, mapping every inch of your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He nips at your lower lip, then soothes the sting with his tongue before trailing kisses down your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
"I need you, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with lust.
"Me too I need you" you muttered your voice just as lustful as his
He smirked as he sat up taking off his shirt revealing his toned body you looked him up and down admiring him
"Like you you see, babygirl" he said teasingly then trailing his hand up to my shirt "wanna see you to, baby" his whispered huskly
You sat open pulling your shirt off as his hands shot around you unclipping your bra before you could lay back down pulling it off your chest
He was Looking down at your now exposed chest "so pretty" he muttered leaning down trailing kisses down my chest down my pants looking up at you for permission to take them off
You gave him soft nod lift your hips for him as he took your pants of you taking your underwear with it
then trail kisses up your inner thighs getting closer and closer to your core
You looked down at him watching him as he slowly licked a stripe up your core teasing your clit making you let out a soft moan
Semi's smirk widen at the sound pressing his face up into your heat his tongue doing circles around your clit
As he brought up his fingers rubbing your entrance teasing you only putting the pads of his fingers in then pulled away
You moaned softly bucking your hips against his face tangling your fingers in his hair trying to push him closer to your core
He looked up at you the shoved his fingers into you thrusting them in and out as he continued the menstruations of your clit with his tongue his fingers working you open for main event
You moaned loudly your cunt clenching around his fingers about to cum but he pulled away make you whine and look up at him
"I was so close why'd you stop" you whined as he smirk as he undid his pants pulling the down kicking them away as he spoke
"Because i want you to cum around my cock instead" he said as he pulled his boxers down climbing above you once more hovering over you lining himself out with your entrance
"Ready, babygirl" he questioned looking at your eyes checking if there was any hesitation
"Ready" you muttered after seeing now hesitation he slowly sheathed himself into you groaning as your tight heat eloped his cock tightly
We both moaned as he bottom out started a slow pace grabbing your legs making them wrap around his waist as he pick you up
Moving to the nearest wall pining your back against it picking up speed trust into you faster hitting deeper with the new position hold you close ass he thrust deep inside you locking his lips onto yours passionately kissing you
You moaned against his lips moving your hips to met his thrust we both pulled away for air panting as he started going faster his hand reaching down to your clit rubbing it in circles
You moaned loudly your walls clenching around him as you approach your climax
"You gonna cum, babygirl, I can feel you clenching, so tight" he gritted his thrust becoming sloppy as he also reached his peak
"Cum with me baby at the same time" he muttered out lost in his own pleasure rubbing you clit faster triggering your climax
You cummed around his cock triggering his own climax as he buried himself deep inside shooting his thick ropes of cum inside panting holding you to his chest tightly
"I love you" Semi muttered out still trying to catch his breath
"I love you to too Semi" you muttered
#haikyuu x reader smut#haikyu x reader#haikyuu#haikyū!!#haikyu smut#haikyu!!#haikyu!! smut#haikyuu semi#haikyuu semi smut
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I Remember Everything || Leon Kennedy
pairings: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader
warnings: hurt/no comfort, breaking up, alcoholism, semi-toxic relationship, Leon hates himself, reader has alcoholic father, no y/n is used.
word count: 2182
requested: nope!
a/n: i'm a yapper so this is gonna be long LMFAO. honestly i didn't have any specific leon in mind when i wrote this so... anyway i recently gave y'all fluff but i think it's time for angst. this is very heavily inspired by "I Remember Everything" by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. even if you don't like country, i'd recommend listening to it while reading this.
Sitting in a dive bar on a Wednesday night had become Leon's sense of normal over the years. It didn’t matter the day actually. If he wasn't on some life threatening mission for the government who didn't care about his well-being, he was at the bar. It was pathetic. He knew that better than anybody. Men his age were married and drinking with their friends. Some had at least two kids by now. He couldn't help but think of how he could have had that with you.
If only he didn't ruin everything he fucking touched. Maybe you both would be happy right now if he hadn't crossed paths with you.
Nursing his whiskey glass, he sipped on the caramel colored liquid. Rot gut whiskey usually helped ease his mind on nights like this. He didn’t enjoy how awful it tasted, but it was his choice of poison. It’s what he deserved, right? The cheap liquor burnt going down, and the aftertaste made him want to gag. Reality had seemed to be the thing he had trouble swallowing the most in the moment.
Memories of you had begun to trickle back into his mind as he continued to drink. Was it too much to ask the universe to cut him some slack for one god damn night? He thought about you enough as it is when he was sober.
He was specifically thinking about one of the first dates you both had gone on. Driving home in your old pick up truck from the beach with the windows down. Sitting in the passenger seat gave him the best view. The summer breeze danced with your hair as the sun seemed to highlight all of his favorite features on you. Your smile somehow was brighter than the sun as you sang along to some cheesy pop song on the radio. Beautiful wasn’t even a word that could cover how he thought of you in the moment. Emotions he thought he would never feel again overwhelmed him, and before he knew it, warm tears had begun to form in the corner of his eyes.
“Are you crying babe?” You had asked while turning down the radio. Concern was written all over your features. Sometimes you gave him a run for his money with how observant you were. His piercing blue eyes were glossed over before he turned his attention to whatever was passing outside the window. Quickly he cleared his throat as heat creeped up the back of his neck.
“Yeah. You still got sand in your hair and it blew into my eyes.” Both of you knew it was an excuse, but you didn’t pry any deeper into the subject. You had learned your lesson about trying to make Leon communicate his emotions with you. Besides, he had the mentality that grown men don’t cry. How could he explain that he was crying out of joy and in awe of your beauty? Thinking of explaining that had made him cringe at the time.
God he used to give you so much shit about that truck. It was on the older side, and he had offered multiple times to get you a new one. But you were too stubborn and would shoot the offer down. That truck was your pride and joy. Now he would give anything to drive around with you in that pick up truck one more time.
Another memory seemed to taunt him and rub salt into his open wound. Late night talks sitting on your beatdown basement couch together, your head in his lap as he played with your hair. You’d tell him stories about your family, like when your mother had run off from your father and pawned her wedding ring. Something about how she couldn’t take your fathers drinking anymore. His soothing fingers running through your hair would comfort you, and he swore to you that he’d never turn out like that.
It tore him up to think how he wouldn’t be the man that he always swore to you he would be.
Glass clinking snapped him out of his pity party. Another whiskey glass was in front of him. The bartender gave him a small nod before focusing his attention on another patron. Leon bit the inside of his lip once he realized the man hadn't even had to ask Leon if he wanted another one. He had grown used to Leon's company in that same damn barstool he sat in every time. Knowing that only made Leon sink deeper into his self hatred. His eyes flicked down to the drink before lifting it to his lips, and took another drink.
The bitter taste of the alcohol paired with a cheesy pop song in the background, the same one you blasted all the time, brought one final bitter memory to him. When he broke up with you, or more like when you broke up with him. Funny enough, it happened right here at the same bar, at the same barstool. He might have been wasted when it happened, but he remembered everything about that night.
You had come into the bar looking for him one night. The bar was almost closed so when he heard the door open, it had caught his attention. The moment his eyes laid eyes on you, he knew he was in deep shit. You were constantly telling him how you refused to step foot in a bar. Going as far to say you’d rather eat glass than be around the smell of alcohol and alcoholics. Normally he’d remind you that not everyone who went to a bar was an alcoholic, but here he was, proving your point. There was practically a trailblaze of fire behind you as you stomped your way toward him. Steam was leaving your ears and he began to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.
“What the hell Leon?!” Glaring at him, you crossed your arms. Anger was practically dripping off your tone. Empty glasses were sitting around him. He couldn’t meet your gaze which only pissed you off more. You hadn’t heard from him in days. Three fucking days to be exact. You knew he hadn’t been sent off to do a mission. He would always give you a kiss goodbye and promise he’d make it back to you. Now you were questioning if his promises meant anything.
“Don’t do this here. Just let me finish this drink, and we can go do this.. somewhere else.” His disinterested voice slurred as he traced the rim of his glass. You felt your blood begin to boil. A teensy tiny part of you felt bad for him. Leon had seen horrific things, not that he would give you the full picture of things. It didn’t take a genius to know that Leon was a broken man. But you didn't care about that.
For the past couple of months, he had been acting cold towards you. Less and less would he tell you how much he loved you. His fuse was shorter with you, and most of the time you guys were arguing about stupid things. It felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells around him. No matter how much you tried to talk to him about the issues in your relationship, he ignored you. Ignorance was bliss was his mindset about things like this. Not to mention, you had noticed he had been drinking more heavily. Stumbling to your place late at night, too drunk to even stand correctly had become something that happened at least three times a week. You couldn’t stand alcohol and he knew it. Not answering you for three days was the final straw for you.
“No, fuck that! We’re gonna do this here,” You slammed your hands down on the bar. For a moment that seemed to have gotten his attention before he returned back to his unbothered facade. Your hands were stinging from how hard you had slammed down.
“You’re drinking everything in sight to ease your mind, but just when the hell are you gonna help ease mine? Do you know how fucking worried I’ve been?!” You yelled at him, clenching your jaw.. Leon rolled his eyes and shook his head. Luckily there was only one person at the bar, the bartender. The bartender took it as a sign to go get more stock.
“Did ya think that maybe you’re the reason I’m drinkin’? All you do is bitch at me all the time. It’s…It’s like nails on a chalkboard every time I hear you talk.” He waved a finger at you. His pupils were dilated, and you could smell the alcohol coming off of him. His drunken words stung, and there was a flash of hurt written on your face. Even when you two were arguing, he never talked to you like this. Guess strange words come out of a grown man’s mouth when his mind’s broken.
“Are you being serious right now?” Your voice broke towards the end of your sentence. He didn’t respond, and only stared at you like you were an idiot. The audacity he had to say that astounded you. Drunk words were a sober man’s thoughts or however the saying went. You were reminded of the way your father would talk to your mom, and a feeling of disgust washed over you. The man you loved was starting to become like the man you hated. Your anger dissipated as tranquility took its place. You knew what you had to do.
“You know what? I’m done.” You had sounded so unbothered as you removed your hands from the bar. Like if you were talking about the state of the weather and not ending your relationship. Leon raised an eyebrow. Did he hear you right? Were you doing what he thought you were doing?
“I love you and I understand you have your issues. But I have enough self respect for myself to realize I deserve better than being treated like garbage.” Hearing your words seemed to sober him up. He quickly got off the barstool, stumbling a little as he did. You watched him with a strange look in your eyes. Looking back at it now, he realized that it was a look of pity.
“Baby. You don’t mean that.” He chuckled before searching your face for any signs that you were joking. Much to his dismay, your lips were pressed in a thin line. He reached out to try and grab your hands but you had pulled them away. Your eyes were devoid of that warmth you usually had whenever he looked into them. That’s when it hit him that he had fucked up for the last time.
“Do me a favor and call yourself a cab. Seems like the bars’ closing soon.” A disappointed sigh managed to escape from you as you turned away. Part of you wanted to personally drive him home but that would only hurt you in the long run. These were the consequences of his actions. That’s what you had to tell yourself as he began to plead you to stay.
“Please don’t do this. Can’t you just stay? Please love, don’t leave me.” He called out to you. He would have begged you to stay till the sun rose, you knew that. You’ve never heard someone sounding so desperate, let alone Leon sounding so desperate. Maybe it was how much alcohol he had consumed. Maybe it was the fact that he knew he was losing you. It made you hesitate for a moment but you continued to walk.
Deep down you knew if you stayed, you wouldn’t be able to leave. It would be a never ending restless cycle of Leon getting drunk and saying hurtful shit, you wanting to leave, him begging you not to, etc. You weren’t going to be like your mother. Desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as you finally stepped out of the bar, disappearing into the night and his life.
“Time to go home. Bar’s closed.” The bartender told him which snapped him out of his thoughts once last time. It didn’t feel like that much time had passed since he was given another drink, but the time on his watch proved him wrong. When it came to you he always lost track of time. Every time he sat down on this barstool he thought about you. Why he had kept coming back here, he didn’t know. Mostly it was a way of punishing himself. For letting you walk away and being too much of a coward to not change for you.
He paid his tab and left a tip for the bartender. Mumbling a good night, he made his way out the door. The cool night air felt nice against his flushed skin, yet it only made him miss you more. Cursing out his brain for the painful reminder, he called a cab before waiting for it to come.
God he wished he didn’t but he did remember every moment (the good and the bad) on those summer nights with you.
#leon kennedy x reader#re leon kennedy x reader#resident evil x reader#reader insert#leon s kennedy x reader#leon x reader#leon kennedy angst#angst fic#elliessodashop
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I definitely think there are more AA enjoyers out there (including some Spawn fans who claim otherwise, remember how many of them were salivating over AA's sex scene in the beginning but now they're all saying they actually hate it because he's dissociating in it) but the thing is AA fans have become the fandom's punching bag which makes it really difficult for a lot of people to publicly come out as liking this route without potentially being called delusional, told that you may end up being abused irl and other crap like this because how can you not see his toxic and abusive behavior. It also doesn't help that even one of the writers who worked on his character claimed that players who chose this route only saw him as a sex object lmao
I know there are spawn fans who like AA because every time I see AA romance scene posts in places like OnlyFangs and the Astarion facebook groups I'm in, I ALWAYS see comments like "I can't ascend him but this is so hot!!" or "thank you for posting this! I'd never do this to pookie, but I have to admit this is got me🥵🥵🥵" or panty dropping gifs and things like that. So they can thirst after AA (but we are the only ones sexualizing him, remember!), yet simultaneously talk about how much they hate that version of him. It really makes no sense. Just enjoy all of Astarion! No guilt, excuses, disclaimers, or abuse required!
It's really unfortunate. I understand why some AA fans keep quiet in the fandom. There are a few people in one of the AA discords I'm in, who are only active in that discord and nowhere else in the fandom because theyre just tired/afraid of the negativity. That's ridiculous to me! The fact that people literally can't even comfortably just exist in the fandom without the fear of being bullied for NOTHING.
I have been told I'm "romanticizing abuse" directly and indirectly more times than I can count and it doesn't get better with frequency. And when you factor in that many AA fans ourselves have had experiences with abuse and trauma, it's just such a poor taste statement that literally has 0 ground. I mean, if any romanticizing of abuse were happening, wouldn't it be Larian doing it anyway? Aren't they the ones allowing the romance to continue after ascension with positive dialog choices, and sharing the AA kisses on Valentine's Day posts? Why not come after them instead of fans? If the relationship between AA and his Consort was "written to be abusive" then shouldn't Larian write that so clearly that literally no one can argue about it and there is no doubt in anyone's mind? So why then, is that not shown in the game? And why come after the people interpreting the story differently instead of the company for not making the story's message so airtight, it can't be argued?
Hint: because it's not written to canonly be an abusive relationship, that wasn't Larian's intention and nor should it be. The intention was to create an evil romance route and that's exactly what it is. Anything outside of that is up to YOU.
I think that's where the superiority complex steps in though. That whole "you AA fans just aren't media literate and clever enough to understand the deep, meta meaning of this cautionary abuse tale!" thing.
It also feels like an underlying misogyny thing too. A majority of Astarion fans in general are women and AFAB people. I see spawn fans always calling us "AA girlies" and I never see the reverse. And when it comes to AA fans, it feels a lot like a "let's save/educate the poor naive girls from themselves and their foolishness." When many AA fans aren't even female and certainly aren't naive or young impressionable people looking to have a real life AA.
As for the Co-Writer Who Will Not Be Named... that whole situation is a perfect example of someone abusing their position/influence. They knew players would take their word as law, without actually thinking about it in the context of it being a rolepaying game. So their opinion and agenda is taken as a canon fact when they only did minimal writing AND they can't speak for anyone else's Tav/Durge but their own.
Saying "When Tav ascends Astarion, it means they only see him as a sexual object." is just like saying "Tav keeps Astarion a spawn because they want control over him." Can you roleplay both of those things? ABSOLUTELY. But for most Spawn fans, I'm sure that is NOT why your Tav did it, especially if they're romancing him.
What Welch said is exactly the same type of statement. Their position and professional contribution to the game holds no water in context of their statement being universally applied to all Tavs and Durges that ascend Astarion. It may be how they see it, it may be the impression they tried to get the dialog to convey, but it's all up to each individual player how it's interpreted.
#wow that ended up being a lot longer than I expected lol#anon ask#anon#ascended astarion#astarion discourse#astarion ancunin#astarion
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