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apatheticsunday · 3 days ago

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Idk, but I literally can't stop thinking about this lol

Like imagine Danny thrown into Gotham because of something-something-portal-shenanigans and suddenly he's a kid on the streets of Crime Alley. And there's this dude who's definitely half-dead running around shooting bad guys' kneecaps and gesturing threateningly with his gun to a particularly bat-shaped shadow while shouting about something. Whatever, Danny's not one to judge.

None of the other Crime Alley residents seem to care, either, just muttering amongst themselves: "Hood's at it with the Bat again?" "Yeah." "That's like the third time this week." "Apparently Hood didn't go to family dinner again." "Yeah, that'll do it."

Anyway, Danny tries to stay under the radar because clearly he's in another Haunt but it's kind of difficult when there's rumors of a new homeless kid who floats when he walks and can fly through walls.

So, yeah, Red Hood hears about this ghost kid and thinks, what the hell. Might as well figure out if he can help Danny "move on" or whatever. Maybe because Crime Alley is his territory and maybe, just a little bit, because Jason understands how how terrifying it is to die young and alone.

Danny suddenly bumps into the half-dead helmet guy everywhere. At the library? Helmet Guy is there speaking with a redheaded woman in a wheelchair. Danny's (kind of) shoplifting some food from the gas-station? Helmet Guy is violently telling off a robber (ironic, considering Danny is also technically robbing, sans the gun and ski mask).

He's literally so done when he flies through the roof of an abandoned building he found and sees Helmet Guy! Sitting on the ledge of his abandoned building! It's his favorite because of the super old gargoyle statue, how could he not like it, c'mon! (It's also Jason's favorite, although he'd never admit it's because it reminds him of hiding beneath Batman's cape on a similar ledge so many years ago.)

The secret's out so Danny - who's had his fair share of being hunted and stalked, was thrown head-first into a reality where he doesn't even know if he exists - just snaps, "What do you want from me?? Are you a freakin' creep?? Why can't you just leave me alone??" Because he's literally a kid. He's tired, scared, alone, and hungry. He misses his parents, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker.

And Jason... kinda sucks at the whole "comforting a ghost kid" thing. He's an angry something-year-old with serious daddy issues, he's defensive and what he says comes out with biting sarcasm or spiteful rage half the time. He still makes disturbing comments ("Remember that time you left me to fucking die? I think I can have the last cookie, old man.") to Bruce just so that he can watch the twinge of grief-guilt-pain in his expression because the resentment never fully went away. How is he supposed to talk to this kid?

He does, though. Tries to talk about how he understands because he died, too, and it was terrible. It was painful, scary, lonely, he felt betrayed by the people he loved - the people who swore to protect him. And it works! Of course, Jason doesn't know that talking about a ghost's death is very, very personal and basically akin to drunk girls sobbing in a bar bathroom together. That's basically a lifetime bonding experience right there.

Danny is horrified because holy Hells, this guy's pre-ghost life sucked. What kind of sicko beats a kid to death with a crowbar? But also -

"You actually got a grave?"

"Why? You want one?"

Yes. Yes, he does. He never did get a proper burial; his family never knew he died, so nobody grieved him. Nobody decorated his headstone with flowers, nobody whispered about missing him, and his Ghost feels that - absence, I guess. Even if Danny is technically still in "his" body, the body he was born with died.

And Jason's like, this is it! This is what'll make the ghost kid move on! (Tbh, this feels like fairly reasonable request. Jason half expected needing to hunt down and kill a couple people.)

Cue Jason in Central Park or something because Danny's like, "You can kind of see the stars through the smog over here!" Just. Digging a kid's grave. It's a little disturbing, but it's actually crime-free (not a lot of gas-stations for Joker's cronies to rob). And, hey, if Jason squints, he really can kind of see the stars. As long as the kid's happy.

And Danny is!! Because he has his own grave, just for him, and his Ghost finally settles for the first time since being thrown into this smog-filled city where he can't see the stars (he lied earlier, he was pointing to satellites, but it made Jason smile so he didn't correct himself). And as Jason gently puts a couple of pretty rocks they stole from the vicious geese at the Park's pond at the head of his grave, Danny thinks maybe everything's not so terrible.

(Several moments later, Jason asks, "So is this it?"

Danny's like, "What?"

"Are you moving on?"

"What."

"I thought you'd, y'know, feel complete. Move on or whatever?"

"I mean maybe for a full ghost, but I'm a half-ghost so I'm technically still human. It's nice to have a grave, though."

"You're human??")

Commence my Jason-adopts-Danny HC!!

Something something Danny learns that Jason died and crawled out of his own grave.

Danny, to Jason: You actually got a grave?

Jason: Why? You want one?

He doesn’t notice how this could potentially sound like a threat from an outsider’s perspective.

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ashwhowrites · 2 days ago

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Hi beautiful! I’m so happy you are back! You are the best writer ever!!💜

I was wondering if I could request a prisoner Eddie Munson x nurse shy reader. ( in prison for whatever reason you want) He gets beat up in prison and he goes to the nurse and finds her so beautiful and they flirt and feelings start coming up. He try’s to see her anytime he can, and maybe they have a kiss that leads to more like smut??

I love your writing! Sorry if this is bad!

I hope this is what you wanted (it leads to smut but not much of a smut scene )and that you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting!❤️ And it's not a bad request at all!! Prisoner Eddie is fun. Thank you for the love. Prisoner Eddie deserves the criminal love photo

Heal me, nurse

"BREAK IT UP!" An officer screamed as a fight broke out in the small cafeteria. Eddie ignored the officer as he continued to land punches across the other prisoner's face. The officers raced over to the brawl but didn't arrive fast enough to protect Eddie from the bash against the back of his head.

Eddie groaned as he fell over, his head pounding as three guys began to beat his body black and blue. He felt relieved when several officers pulled all the guys off of him. Eddie wiped his nose and realized he was bleeding. He could feel his eyes, ribs, and the back of his head throbbing. He was barely aware of what was going on as he was dragged to a room.

"All yours," the officer spat as he let Eddie's body drop on a chair next to the door.

"Dick," Eddie muttered to himself as the officer walked off. He held his body in pain as he looked around to see where he had dropped off.

"Let me help you to the bed," a soft voice spoke. Eddie blinked through his throbbing eyes as he took in the other person in the room. He groaned as the stranger helped him stand, he took the time to take her in.

She was insanely attractive, and he wasn't saying that because he'd been stuck in cells with random men and hadn't seen a female in ages.

"Where am I?"

"The nurses' office," she smiled, helping him sit on the tiny bed.

Eddie hummed, he didn't even know prison cared to have a nurse. "And you are my nurse?" He swore he's only seen attractive nurses in porn, and he couldn't lie he was imagining how she would look in a tiny nurse outfit.

"Well, I'm everyone's nurse. Now, what happened?" she asked. She sat on a small stool in front of him, her eyes waiting.

"Fuckers jumped me, and now my head, ribs, nose, and eyes are throbbing," he shrugged. Eddie was rough, and he could handle taking care of himself. He had done it a thousand times before. But the idea of this pretty girl having to check him for wounds? Yeah, he liked that.

She stood up and grabbed a small light, flashing it in his eyes as she directed him to follow it. She tried to focus on her job and not that this prisoner was insanely hot. He had captivating eyes, so dark and warm. She felt a blush creep up her neck as he stared right back into her eyes.

She stepped back as she felt the room grow hotter. She walked over to the small sink and wet a cloth. She walked it over to him and softly wiped away the dry blood.

"I'm sorry this happened to you and that the officers treat you like shit," she whispered, gently cleaning his nose.

"Nothing I can't handle, I'm a big boy," he shrugged, chuckling.

She tried not to shiver at his deep chuckle. She silently yelled at herself as her mind went elsewhere with his big boy comment. She dabbed his nose, his eyes never leaving her face. She felt nervous under his stare, trying to avoid eye contact, but she kept feeling this pull to look back.

Once she cleaned off his nose, she tossed the towel to the side.

"Could you..uh..unbutton.. your-" she shyly stuttered, her hands waving to his orange jumpsuit. She hated how nervous she felt around this stranger.

"Unbutton what, gorgeous?" he teased. He enjoyed how shy she was, and it was clear he was making her nervous. "This?" he asked, two fingers slowly unbuttoning the first few buttons.

She blushed deeply as his skin became exposed. She could see some ink on his pale skin. She moved without thinking, stepping closer as she took in the spider and demon. She held her breath as his fingers teased more buttons, but then his fingers landed under her chin.

She squeaked in surprise at the touch. Her skin was raised with goosebumps as she tried to sneak a deep breath.

"I don't think I heard an answer, darling," Eddie whispered.

"Yes," she coughed, "unbutton the top so I can see your ribs, please."

Eddie chuckled at her shyness, teasingly unbuttoning the top half of his suit. Y/N tried to make it seem as if she wasn't interested in what else was under his clothes.

She reached forward to softly touch the ribs that were becoming a darker color compared to his white skin. For the first time since she met him, she was focused on her job. Eddie couldn't help but twitch as her fingers trailed across his ribs and stomach.

"I think it'll just bruise," she said gently, tracing the small marks. She stepped back, "You can button up. I'll give you some ice to take with you."

Eddie was sent on his way, holding an ice pack against his ribs. He craved a hot shower, but he wasn't sure if he could even have one. He took the ice to his cell and prepared to sleep the pain away.

But only two hours later, his body was screaming, and the ice was melted. Eddie didn't know the time, unsure if it was early or late. Eddie decided to get more ice to help him get more hours of sleep. And the hope he'd get to see her again.

He turned the corner and noticed a small light coming from the office. He walked in and was pleased to see her sitting at the desk. He gave the door a soft knock to alert his arrival.

"Thought I should return this."

Y/N was startled by the voice, jumping out of her skin as she turned to see him.

"Oh! Thank you. Usually, the officers bring those back in the morning...are you even allowed to be out right now?" She asked, looking over his shoulder.

"And give those dicks a reason to see you? Nah. And look where I am, baby. Does it look like I follow the rules?"

She had to give him that. She stood up and took the melted ice bag from his hands and threw it back in the freezer. Eddie shamelessly checked her out as she bent over.

"What's your name?" He asked

"Y/N, and yours?" She asked as she turned around. He was much closer than before. His body was almost right up against hers.

"Edward Munson, but you can call me Eddie," he said, a charming smile on his lips.

~~~

It only took one day for both of them to feel something. Eddie constantly found ways to visit her. Sometimes he picked fights, letting them beat him as badly as they could so he could limp his way to her. Other times he pretended to feel sick or that he was going mentally insane.

She always greeted him with the same smile and gentle touch. He was happy the other prisoners always went for his ribs and chest because he loved watching her get nervous when his upper body was exposed.

He could easily tell she was attracted to him and he felt the same for her. Life in prison was just as hell as people thought, but she added some life to the dull building. She gave Eddie a reason to smile.

Y/N was a little worried about how much Eddie found himself in her office. Some days he didn't even heal from his last fight, bruises adding on to other bruises. She had to admit that he pulled off a busted lip and bruised eye very well. Selfishly she enjoyed his trips to her office. She liked his company, and the more he came, the longer he stayed. Something was forming between them, and it definitely wasn't allowed.

~~~

Eddie walked down the hall, clenching his stomach as he faked a horrible stomach pain. The officer dropped him off and left without a word. The door was closed and Eddie was a little confused. He turned the knob and welcomed himself in.

His girl was there, perfect as always. But she wasn't alone. She stood in front of an officer using a stethoscope on his bare chest.

"Breath in for me,"

Eddie watched as the officer seemed to enjoy the moment too much.

"Kinda hard when you take my breath away," the officer chuckled. Eddie couldn't help but scoff at the flirty comment, making his presence known.

"Oh, Eddie, hi!" She smiled, joy on her face as she turned to him. "Just one second!"

She turned back to the officer, eager to get him to leave. "Well we are all set. Everything seems fine."

"You'll think about tonight right?" The officer asked

Eddie slit his eyes, sending a glare to the man.

"Uh.." she looked towards Eddie, then back, "Yeah, I'll think about it."

Once the officer left, Eddie strolled into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Oh that's supposed to stay open," she said, her voice growing quiet as she heard it lock.

"Oh? Then why was it closed with him?" She shivered at the venom in his voice. Her stomach filled with excitement as a jealous look covered his face.

"He asked," she gulped, his heavy steps reaching her feet as she stood still.

"Yeah, what else did he ask for?" Eddie questioned, beginning to unbutton his orange jumpsuit. "Something about tonight."

Y/N ignored the burn between her thighs as he continued to unbutton his suit past his stomach. She cast her eyes down for a quick glance then back up to his face. Her eyes yearned to look back to his happy trail and see where it disappeared.

"He asked me about having dinner together,"

Eddie moved fast, softly gripping her hair as he yanked her head up. She whined at the burn, her knees getting weak. He slowly leaned in, teasing his lips over hers. She felt the room grow warmer as his breath hit her lips, her eyes begging him to close the gap.

"Are you wanting to?" He whispered

"No," she said instantly, "please Eddie," she begged

"Please what?" He asked, "you want me to kiss you?"

She licked her lips as she tried to nod her head through his grip.

"My pleasure," he said against her lips before he kissed her. She moaned as his lips worked against hers, firm and passionate. His hands gripped her hips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue softly moving into her mouth.

She wasn't sure if she was allowed to touch him, her hands burning to feel his skin as his tongue danced with hers. She nervously placed her hands on his shoulders as she tried to fight back in the kiss. It was no use, though; he had all the power.

He pulled back, smirking as she followed his lips. "Get on that bed, baby girl." He whispered, stepping back as he stripped out of his suit. She scrambled to the tiny bed.

She held her breath as he stood in his boxers, his hard-on caught her attention as she shamelessly stared. She felt herself drool when his hand landed over himself and softly rubbed himself. The sound that left his body made Y/N clench her thighs.

"I'm going to show you who's really in charge around here."

She felt locked in a trance as he walked over to her. His hands were on her in seconds, easily taking all the material off of her skin. She felt nervous about the idea of being naked in front of him but the way he looked at her made her feel like she had nothing to be shy about.

His hot mouth was on her skin as his hands trailed down her stomach. She shivered as she felt his hand growing closer to the wetness between her thighs.

Eddie sucked on her neck as his fingers slid in between her soaked folds. She moaned out as his fingers slid inside her, stretching her open.

"Think you can handle my cock, pretty girl?" He teased, his breath hot against her skin as she began to rock against his fingers. She whined in response, her thighs turning into jelly.

"Yes, please," she begged, throwing her head back his fingers sped up.

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joelslastofus · 12 hours ago

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[SUMMARY: Tess’ jealousy reaches a new level when she finds out you might be pregnant.]

PART TWO

Angst

“The hell did you tell her?”

Tess stood silent and he knew right then and there…he knew she had told you about Sarah and scared you away.

It had been a little over a month since you and Joel had first gotten together, since then you both were inseparable. A few things had changed since Joel confessed his feeling for you although they weren’t exactly changes you hoped for. Tess was still around, silent but always obvious of her dislike towards you. Instead the changes involved a new task, a task that involved a young girl named Ellie. Marlene, whom Joel had known but didn’t seem to like had asked him to take Ellie to a group of firefly’s that would then take over where she needed to be taken to. The only reason he went along with it was because his last chance to get a working car fell through. Now Marlene promised him he’d have a working car to get to Jackson as long as he took Ellie where she was supposed to be.

One thing you noticed was Ellie seemed to be more gravitated to you than Tess, just another thing that pissed Tess off. Especially with seeing how Joel seemed to be getting closer to Ellie.

Ellie and you laughed together at certain jokes she would tell you, looking over you caught Joel trying to hold back a smile.

“You thought that was funny didnt you?” You teased walking beside them through the woods.

“Oh yeah, look at him, he could barely keep himself together” Ellie continued, poking fun at Joel. Tess rolled her eyes at the sound of the laughter, it’s like she hated hearing how well you all got along.

“Can we focus on where we’re goin’?” Tess called out over her shoulder without looking at any of you.

“Someone’s grumpy” Ellie whispered making you look down with a smile until it hit you again. The nausea you had been ignoring for the past week, the nausea that you’ve somehow managed to hide from everyone. At first you didn’t think anything of it but as the days went on, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on. Keeping track of your period was pointless with it never being on schedule anyways, so you weren’t alarmed when it didn’t come the same time as the month before. But now you were starting to feel all these things you had read about, all these symptoms you remembered this pregnant woman Dolores spoke about feeling.

Joel and Ellie hadn’t noticed you stopped at first until he looked over to see you weren’t walking beside Ellie. Quickly turning around he found you a few feet behind leaning over on a tree. Ellie noticed Joel’s look of concern and turned herself to see the same thing.

“Hey-“ Joel called out to you making you quickly look up.

“Oh god” you whispered to yourself.

“I’m fine” you attempted to assure him but you should’ve known better, Joel was already quickly making his way to you.

“What’s wrong? You alright?” He spoke low.

You couldn’t speak in that moment, quickly nodding to assure him that you were fine until you looked up. He must’ve noticed something because the look on his face only seemed more concerned than he originally was.

“Here take some water” he passed you his bottle that you quickly took. As if your nausea couldn’t get any worse, Tess’ voice made your stomach turn.

“What’s the hold up?” She called out.

“Give us a minute” Joel responded as she loudly sucked her teeth.

“We don’t have a damn minute, it’s gonna get dark soon” Ellie looked back at how rude Tess was and raised her brows.

“She’s fine, keep walkin’” Tess stubbornly spoke. You nodded quickly handing Joel his bottle of water.

“I’m fine, let’s go” you wiped your lips, still feeling the nausea but not as bad as it was just a few moments earlier.

“We can sit down for a moment” Joel insisted not giving two shits what Tess was saying.

“N-no. I’m fine”

“Let’s go” Tess insisted.

“Hey-“ Joel whispered delicately turning your face to him.

“Ya sure?”

Tess once again rolling her eyes crossing her arms.

“I’m sure, let’s go” you began to walk beside Joel catching up to where Ellie was as Tess walked off.

Throughout the walk you could feel Joel’s eyes on you, although you continued, he didn’t believe you were ok.

The first stop you all made was at a pharmacy, you were surprised to see there was any product left. Tess, Joel and you made sure the building was clear before checking what was left. Thankfully your nausea had gone away but you knew it would come back sooner or later, it always did around the same time every day. Joel was distracted looking in the back of the store while Tess was in a stock room. You watched as Ellie happily packed a few feminine products before you realized the very next aisle had a few things left that caught your eye. Quickly without anyone noticing you grabbed a box of pregnancy tests and some prenatal vitamins stuffing them into your bag just incase.

“I’m surprised there’s anything left in this place” Tess voice made you jump as you turned to find her behind you, her eyes darting between the few boxes of pregnancy tests left and you.

“What are you doing here?” She raised a brow. As if it was any of her business, but the second she saw you even eyeing a pregnancy test she couldn’t help herself. God she hoped it wasn’t what she thought it was.

“N-nothing, I- I just-“ she squinted her eyes, changing her worried expression when you looked up at her.

“Oh god…he’s knocked you up…Hasn’t he?”

“N-no, I don’t know..I-“

“Oh…I feel sorry for you” she chuckled.

“he’s gonna hate you for this”

“What?” You whispered confused.

“You think he wants to have any more kids?” She laughed as you stood silent. More?

“Oh I’m sorry, that’s right…you don’t know certain things about him..” you could hear the taunting in her voice.

“What certain things?” You whispered.

“He never told you about Sarah, did he?” she seemed to get a kick out of this.

“Sarah?” Your chest felt as if it was caving in.

“No” you looked away in shock.

“He doesn’t like to talk about it but she died years ago…when this all started and it….it changed him.” You swallowed uncomfortably.

“He isn’t gonna want this, sweetheart. This will only upset him. You’ll see a side of him that’ll make you want to run away. You’re better off not even telling him if you are and just…taking off” you pressed your lips together holding back tears. For the first time Tess made sense to you.

“We can stay here for the night” Joel called out from the back quickly distracting you from the conversation. Without saying a word you quickly walked away, you had no idea to where but anywhere away from Tess. Of course that was when you ran into Joel.

“Hey-hey, what’s goin’ on?”

Joel could tell you were upset, his hand caressing the side of your face.

“Nothing, I’m just looking for stuff” you lied, you couldn’t even look at him.

“Did somethin’ happen?”

“No!” You stubbornly lied taking a deep breath.

“Just let me look at what they have left” you composed yourself and looked up at him. He silently nodded and let you walk off before looking up at Tess down the next aisle. She didn’t notice him looking at her and caught her chuckling to herself before walking away.

Ellie sat beside you pulling out a sandwich from her bag that Marlene had packed. The smell instantly striking you making you quickly turn your face. Ellie hadn’t noticed, you quickly stood up and ran off to the back room as Joel looked at you strangely.

“Just let her be already” Tess spoke as Joel stayed staring at the door you had ran into.

“If I were you, I’d ignore her” Tess snacked on a cracker as Joel stood up.

“Well I ain’t you and she ain’t your problem, she’s mine” he uttered under his breath as he walked off to where you were.

Hiding in the back you heard footsteps coming close, you already knew it was Joel and quickly turned away.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” He stopped a few feet away making sure to give you space.

“Nothing, I just-“ you squeezed your eyes shut with your hand over your mouth as another strong wave of nausea hit you.

“You alright?” You heard him begin to get closer and snapped.

“I’m fine!” You screamed without turning back to him.

“Just get the hell away, give me a damn minute!”

He stood silent for a moment feeling defeated, hopeless. How could he not know what the hell was wrong with you?

��Did I do somethin’ to upset cha?” His question creating a knot in your throat. He didn’t deserve to be spoken to this way, but you knew it was the only way he’d listen.

“Just go” you whispered.

Joel took a step back silently leaving the room leaving you to cry alone. Still you hadn’t taken a test but you knew, you knew you were pregnant.

Later that night while everyone slept you found a private space and finally took the test. Just as you thought two bright pink lines appeared. You cried in a panic, it was all real now. Hiding the test and the packaging where it couldn’t be found you wiped your tears and grabbed your backpack, you knew what had to be done.

Never did you think in a million years that you would be needing Tess’ help, yet here you were carefully waking her up out of her sleep.

“Tess” you whispered, she looked up at you confused.

“I need you to help me get out of here without Joel or Ellie waking up. Distract them as much as you can so I can get as far as I can” a rush of excitement went through Tess as she sat up.

“You’re leaving?”

“I have to” you whispered.

“You did the pregnancy test?” She asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, I just did” you pressed your lips together.

“Where do I tell him you went or why you left?”

“You don’t. You act like you never saw me leave, hell, I don’t even know where the hell I’m going. I just…I’m too afraid to tell him and I need to leave now.” Tess stood up straight as you struggled to hold your tears back.

“Take care of him for me ok?” You whispered through a trembling voice before turning away and as quietly as possible sneaking out of the store.

Tess for the first time in a while felt satisfied, her plan had worked. You were gone and Joel never knew you were pregnant but neither of you knew that as you spoke with Tess, Ellie lay awake listening to every word being said.

Afraid to say anything to Tess, Ellie lay quietly looking over at Joel. She didn’t know what Tess was doing but all she could hear was footsteps around her, she closed her eyes pretending to be asleep, she didn’t trust Tess.

Once she heard Tess finally walk into a room she quickly threw a rolled up paper at Joel and closed her eyes. At first he didn’t budge, making Ellie sigh and try once more, this time his eyes flung open. Squinting, she found him staring directly at her a few feet away before he began to look around and that’s when he realized you weren’t around.

Joel quickly stood up looking around the store just as Tess walked out of a back room with a surprised expression not expecting him to have woken up.

“Where is she?” He asked looking around as Tess hesitantly walked towards him.

“Um, I don’t know…I just woke up she must’ve snuck out-“

“Snuck out?” Joel turned to her with confusion as Ellie opened her eyes. Quietly she got up without saying a word to either of them, both of them distracted with what was going on Ellie wandered to the back.

Looking around for any possible evidence she needed, Ellie heard you say you had taken a test. Of course, there it was, an opened pregnancy test box stuffed between 2 bricks in the wall. God you were sneaky. Inside the box lay the positive test you had taken, Ellie quickly ran out to Joel who was in the middle of a heated conversation with Tess.

“Joel!” She ran to him as he looked down at her confused. Without saying a word she handed him the box, Tess’ eyes widened.

“Where the hell did you get that?” She whispered.

“The hell is this?” Joel looked inside the box.

“It was y/ns, I heard her say she took a test Joel” his brows furrowed as he pulled the test out of the box and read the positive results. His face turning pale as he realized what he was looking at before he snapped back to reality. His eyes darkened, looking straight up at Tess.

“The hell did you do?” He whispered coldly.

“I-I didn’t do anything, Joel, you barely knew her-“ Joel stepped forward with a deadly look in his eyes making Tess step back.

“The hell did you tell her?”

Tess stood silent and he knew right then and there…he knew she had told you about Sarah and scared you away.

“She needed to know about Sarah, Joel, she’s here thinking you two can actually have this-“

“That wasn’t your decision to make” Joel responded as he began to pack his back pack.

“Oh come on, Joel, you know damn well you don’t want that baby” he stopped moving, the silence so tense Ellie held her breath. Joel stood up and slowly walked towards Tess-

“If anything happens to her or my baby, I’ll find you.” Tess couldn’t believe how Joel was speaking to her. Speechless she watched as he walked out and called Ellie to follow.

He had no idea how or where he was going to find you but he knew his priorities were now only you and the baby and he was going to make sure he found you.

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#pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x pregnant reader #joel miller fan fic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #the last of us #tlou fanfiction

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satinprose · 2 days ago

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letting pervy!loser!ellie touch you for the first time… inspired by this post. mdni. cw ; inexperienced!ellie, loser!ellie, perv!ellie adjacent. tit play. thigh riding. for some reason, this is longer than i intended.

subtlety was never ellie's best natural ability. no, really, it's not. walking into poles on the footpath, laughing too loud when she shouldn't—especially if it was something you said—and well, it's mainly you that voids her of subtlety. ellie isn't the wisest, and when she's crushing hard, her brain dissolves into fucking mush.

ellie's never felt so... nasty. when it comes to you, she has the most utterly insane thoughts imaginable. she's even thought about trying to steal a pair of panties out of your laundry hamper, but knew she couldn't pull it off clean enough.

when she sees something she likes, ellie can't help it. can you blame her? you had to know what you were doing to her, surely... that tank top looks like a second skin on your body, it's obvious you aren't wearing a bra either. the outlines of your nipples are prominent, the low neck of the tank revealing a fucking heavenly amount of cleavage. considering ellie's only had her imagination to go off—and she's been imagining what your body looks like naked—this is the closest she's ever got.

of course, what ellie wants to do right now is take a picture and let this last forever. but what she wants to do even more, is pin you down against the couch and take a proper look for herself. ha, as if.

this poor baby. she's been staring for so long, thinking you won't notice. of course you noticed! she's working herself up so much, shifting and squirming in her seat, trying to subtly press her hand between her thighs, and her eyes dart from the tv to your tits over and over.

it's a little tricky to decide how to act in response. she's your friend, and she just looks so worked up that you can't help feeling a little bad, almost like you owe her some for being the cause of her current issue. and she's vehemently reassured you that she's totally fine, just a little hot every time you've asked if she's alright.

"els?"

this time, when ellie looks over at you, prepared to force herself to make eye contact only, she unfortunately fails immediately. because you're holding your top up.

her face feels on fire, red filling her cheeks. she gasps upon initial reaction, but she still doesn't flinch or look away. she's practically stuck. that doesn't stop her from stammering a concerned question, though.

"how— why— would you do this?"

"oh." you tilt your head, drawing your lip between your teeth. the lip biting, your doe eyes, and your current state of indecency, it has ellie fucked over. "i just, i guess i noticed you were staring n' i felt like i owed you a look!"

"ohh." no, ellie doesn't understand you at all right now, but that doesn't make her ungrateful. she's trying not to act on pussy-whipped sentiments, but it's extremely hard. and what does she say in response? "you got.. niiiice boobs."

"thank you."

"can i..." ellie trails off, wiping her sweaty hands over her jean-clad thighs. "can i touch?"

her voice broke saying that, and she feels ridiculous. but you? you've never had a girl be genuinely nervous to touch you before.

"of course you can," you murmur, feeling warmth spread into both your face and panties. "i want you to."

"okay." you don't think you've ever heard ellie sound like this before. but she's reeling. you want her to do this. "i've never touched.. a girl before, never touched any boobs before, sorry."

"oh, reaaally?" you ask, giggling. somehow that only made your panties dampen more. "it's okay! just c'monn..."

"yeah, okay." ellie nods as if to psyche herself up, and then she moves closer to you. she makes sure, one more time, that her hands aren't clammy, before cupping your breasts.

she takes pretty firm handfuls, and her hands are shaky but so warm. ellie herself has to bite back a whimper, feeling your plushness in her palms. your skin is soft as silk. she's slow with it at first, massaging the supple flesh with slender fingers. the longer it goes on for, the more she discovers she really, really loves it.

ellie starts squeezing. she's hit gold when she brushes her thumbs over your nipples, because your entire body shivers. she lets out a shaky laugh before rolling the hardened buds beneath her callouses, watching you start to breathe a bit heavier. she experiments; pulling, tugging, pinching. she's squeezing your tits so roughly, pulling on your nipples a little too hard and yet when she does so, it makes you moan.

prettiest sound on earth. need to hear that more. ellie wants to hear that in her freaking dreams at night.

this feels like a dream altogether.

ellie doesn't really have any concept of gentle versus rough. she's plainly new to this and just a little over-excited. especially when you start to whimper. she's gone when she notices you start to rock your hips against the air, and she licks her dry lips.

"h-hey, come.. sit.. on my lap if you want..."

when you do, and ellie feels your thighs squeeze around her own, she feels her breathing speed up. she has her crush perched on her lap, grinding against her leg, and she's playing with your tits.

you drag your clothed cunt over ellie's thigh, back and forth. to hold yourself up you grab her by the shoulders and hold your top up between your teeth so ellie doesn't have to worry about a thing. you only want her to have the most perfect time manhandling your tits, so you'll be good and make sure your body is completely readily accessible to her.

"ellie, ellie!"

said girl is completely winded. she's wide-eyed, looking up at you like you aren't even real. you're squeaking out her name so sweetly, she's starting to think she won't make it. all this blood is rushing downwards and she can feel her pussy throbbing against her boxers. it feels like she's going to pass out.

"w-what's wrong?"

"nothingggggg, just keep doing that, s'feels sooo nice."

"oh! okay." honestly, ellie was also not so confident in her abilities. so to know that she is, somehow, making you feel actual pleasure? she's ecstatic. can't stop grinning so dumbly, bouncing her knee to stimulate you further.

and the way that your tits bounce right in front of her face? it's just so erotic. ellie relishes in the sounds of your weak whining, the fact that you're starting to sweat a little, and panting like a puppy.

"you're so fuckin' cute," ellie rasps, looking up at you. "you're doing so, so good."

now, ellie is no expert, her only 'training' is just the copious amounts of porn she's watched (and pretended was you and her). but she can tell you're getting close.

she also thought she'd be a little more suave with her words. she's trying so hard, yet for some reason no good dirty talk can make its way out. it's just getting stuck, as if she's really afraid to say it.

your orgasm builds up so fast. you hadn't even intended for it, but it hit you like a freight train. so hard and fast that when you cum, you pull ellie close and effectively suffocate her against your chest (by accident, of course), squeezing her tight whilst high moans and shrill gasps leave your mouth.

you slowly come down from the high, now panting into ellie's ear.

finally, she feels brave enough to speak up. that doesn't stop her voice from cracking, however, her shock evident. bless her.

"th–that's a good girl."

#.ellie #ellie willams x reader #ellie x fem reader #tlou2 x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #loser!ellie #pervy!ellie

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knight-says-ni · 2 hours ago

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LITERALLYYY

THEY ARE ALL TRAUMATIZED

Even in CC, when Yaz talks about her nightmares for some reason everyone seems to overlook that the response she got from the others was “oh yeah we’ve been dealing with that too, you’re not alone”

It was impacting Yaz more severely because she hadn’t reached out or tried to talk to anyone about it because she’s Yaz and she doesn’t rlly do that, which is why the character growth of her relying on the rest of her team is so important, along with that growth actually staying in CT for her to think therapy is a viable option

All those summaries are so important n on the nose, but I’d like to note! You missed the key aspect of Ben’s PTSD

He was doing ok, he was in college, he got a girlfriend, he was finally at a point where he could handle being split from bumpy long term- he only dropped out once the threats to his life started and he went into survival mode again. And that’s the key detail- he still reverts back to the jungle when he’s in survival mode. That’s why hygiene goes out the window so fast, that’s why his diet reduces itself funny how gummy candy would have the same texture as grubs, that’s why he so easily ditches his own phone despite his gf being long distance and self isolates, that’s why he places abstract responsibility on himself when he shouldn’t, that’s why gore stops mattering, that’s why he is in motion and can not stop because if he stops then he gets killed

He’s in the jungle again but it feels like the first time, not like going back. All the confidence he had is gone and he’s back at square one, except this time he knows how bad it will be can get

It’s really funny to me that everyone was like “oh wow I didn’t know Yaz’s ptsd was still that bad” upon finding out that she decided to live in a dinosaur free island after spending multiple years constantly chased by dinosaurs. As if she’s the only one they ever even think of or address having it. Like

Kenji-suddenly uprooted his life and left his family to teach rock climbing lessons out of a trailer

Brooklyn-became obsessed with the dark web and started doing shady shit, all while constantly having fall-outs with people and moving from friends house to friends house

Sammy- becomes distant from her family and plasters affirmations and motivational posters on her walls despite being extremely full of self doubt suddenly

Ben- also becomes obsessed with the dark web, looks through explicit dinosaur attack photos casually, drops out of college, thinks every person they meet is out to get them.

Darius- quits his job and moves to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, cutting off contact with his friends and family just so he can focus on somehow tracking down the one dinosaur that killed his friend, all while leaving his dead friend voice mails to tell her about his day all the time as a coping mechanism.

My brother in Christ YOU ALL HAVE PTSD

#he really doesn’t want it repeating again #chaos theory #jurassic world chaos theory #ben pincus #yasmina fadoula #jwcc #jwct #ben jwct

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acexsmhking · 18 hours ago

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𝐆𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞

(𝗻.) 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗰�� 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝘇𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲

╰┈➤ Poly!TicciJack x GN!Reader

Summary: yeah we’ve all been waiting for this for a hot minute. Reader with Poly!TicciJack? This is gonna be a long one

Warning(s): 18+ content, sexual content, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of manipulation, descriptions of reader being overwhelmed, dubious content, descriptions of cannibalism, descriptions of murder,

!!SFW!!

Oh boy.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy

Yeah not a single one of ya know how you got in this predicament, not even the boys

And my oh my what a journey this has become. You were perfectly content with your normal life, you had just been getting to know this new cute guy who you couldn’t stop gushing to your friend about

Tall, foggy eyes, piercings he was literally a good girls bad boy dream

You both were cuddled on the couch, watching a movie when he’d gotten up to grab some more treats when suddenly there’s crashing, banging and… growling??

You run in to see your hopeful boyfriend pinned to the ground with this… thing opening a far too wide mouth to chomp on his head

Both halting to a stop once they spot you, the creature tilting it’s large head, pointed ears pinning against it’s head as it trilled at you. Walking over cautiously on all four, nudging its head against your abdomen

You were frozen to say the least. This was single handed the most horrifying experience in your life

Toby cursed, sitting up having to halt in a crouching position when Jack snarled at him. He sighed, leaning on his haunches

“This is.. Jack.”

That marked the day when things drastically changed for you, these two.. men fighting over you constantly

There would be times Jack would just, run off with you. As carefully as he could of course, but it was still scary. Toby of course tried finding you as soon as possible, often times you being covered in a light layer of dirt

The game of tug and war continues for MONTHS before you finally put your foot down… more like having a full mental breakdown that scares them both shitless

Jack couldn’t communicate or understand you and Toby just freezes under emotional pressure.. they did their best!

First time in months they both worked together to soothe you for the up coming week, you were just exhausted

And so utterly overwhelmed

Jack didn’t leave your side, staying neatly balled by your side of your bed while Toby would bring you things (and food for Jack) to cheer you up

finally recovering.. you all sat down to talk

Well more like you and Toby talked while he translated Jack

It also means Toby had to.. fib about his actual hobbies in life. Instead lying he was a hunter of sorts.. yeah a hunter

Explaining Jack was..harder

You had a lot of questions.. you still do really

They both seem to be unsolvable mysteries

But.. they’re both so.. cute

Toby while having his faults was a really good boyfriend, and despite his and Jack’s tension always made sure to bring you both things after coming home

Jack was… intimidating and it took a while to teach him boundaries.. that he still ignores at times but he’s so sweet and adorable!! Especially when you rub the bridge of his nose and he makes cute little purring sounds <3

The whole relationship gradually ‘smoothed’ itself out as time went on under your supervision. There were still times Jack would run off with you for a while but he became more and more reasonable

They both grew more tolerable of sleeping with you together as well, of course a much much bigger bed was needed

Which Toby put together

However… they had there moments. Like when you walked in to the both of them fighting over food like damn rabid raccoons

You lectured them for a good 30 mins since now the kitchen floor was absolutely covered in blood and gore

Not to mention that while Jack could understand you better.. that seemed to make his ways of manipulating you and certain things all the more effective

And his… misdoings seemed to only at times encourage some of Toby’s as well

However if you can forgive (you don’t really have a choice) these misdemeanors then everything goes surprisingly well, they’re both very intent on spoiling you

Seriously, expect to literally get hand fed by them

They don’t mess around

Again Toby and Jack both are for lifers so… breaking up literally is not in anyone’s vocabulary

Don’t think you can just leave either

They will not let you.

Plus, why would you want to when you have two very devoted, strong, tall men treating you like royalty 🙂‍↕️

Because of this care however, they slowly start ‘pushing’ you into the role of a stay-at-home wife/husband…

This could either do wonders on your mental health or dog shit

But they don’t mean to! (They do). They just want you safe and protected at home where they know where you are, they don’t have to go running around a whole city/town just to find you

You wouldn’t want all those people hurt would you?

Now Toby bullshit excuse of being a hunter obviously falls through on you because… look at him.. PLUS HE’S BRINGING FOOD HOME FOR JACK so of course you put two and two together

But you don’t really care, you just let bygones be bygones

Until… you actually see a corpse Toby dragged home.. a few of them

You don’t really wanna talk about it and Toby now does a much better job of hiding them from you, that was just an off day for him since he was tired

Jack gave him a stern ‘talking’ to

Now again, Jack needs stimulation, the house/cabin is nice and all… but he needs some dirt

Which means you and Toby now taking your demonic boyfriend out for walkies and staying in one of his many many dens… Jack’s a bit grumpy to let Toby in but i digress

While they do much better, they still fight over you.. Toby might want head stratches but Jack is hogging all of them, or Jack wants kisses but Toby is hogging them

Sorta stuff like that

Tim and Brian are very important people in Toby’s life, so you still do meet them just…

Without Jack..

You have to into Kate’s territory which kinda forces Jack to just.. stay put since he’s horrified of her

Okay sure not the nicest to use someone’s trauma against them

And there you get to talk and hangout, these trips can be a bit tiring so they don’t happen as often as Toby would like but oh well

!!NSFW!!

Okay you horny fucks here we are…

Let’s do the math, Toby is big, Jack is huge.. idk how tf you think this is working out for you

They both get so competitive over it, like i mean really competitive

Expect to be completely fucked out of your mind, overstimulated, and maybe hallucinations

I mean like you will be going at it for hours until you finally manage to convince them to stop… which isn’t easy

They just love you so much, they want to always be in you

Jack definitely influences Toby into breeding

Now if you’re M! of any sort or TransF! Toby is gonna have to explain how they literally cannot which Jack really doesn’t understand as he believes if he wants to get you pregnant… he should just be allowed too

Tf is anatomy

So expect Jack to still be very determined to knock you up

Fertility issues or you straight removed something? Yeah again same thing, wtf dude!

Seriously you should’ve seen into the future and known he was gonna be your mate!! How insensitive of you

**eye roll**

He really is a big baby about it

Doesn’t stop him.. in the slightest

The drooling and biting is like ramped up to a solid 200%

You are not leaving that bed without being cover in slobber, bit of blood, marks, and cum (theirs and yours) all over you

Jack definitely encourages the more dominant side of Toby.. so don’t expect to be topping either of them

Seriously.. you’ll be laughed at

You have a few toys which are… needed for Jack’s size and he actually likes them a bit

More so the vibs than dildos but he likes being able to really up close watch you take something

Be ready to just be laying on the couch with one of them or both and they’re lazily fingering you

Hey!! You gotta be prepped at all times! I’m not kidding when i say Jack is huge…

You can say goodbye to privacy, they’re going to take you whenever, however, wherever

When i tell you that you are bed bound after theyre done with you

I MEAN IT

Do not expect to leave that bed for at least a day

The degrading praise is actually insane, like insane

This is definitely the main activity where Jack’s worse encourages Toby’s, LMAO

Besides the sex being actually nearly back breaking, the aftercare is heavenly, they worship you

Well they do that anyways but

They’re so gentle with you after sex, Toby will go draw you a shower, both of them holding you up as they carefully clean your body

Toby as carefully as possible cleaning the bite marks on your body, apologizing every time you whimper from the pain before softly kissing them

Kisses make everything better <3

Then Jack will gently put you to bed, curling around you as Toby feeds you water, glued to you free side

Jack’s chuffing, trying to lure you deeper to sleep quickly (as if he needs to with how dizzy you are) and licking at your hair, both of them practically cocooning you

They make it up to you in the morning with a very, very tasty breakfast and Toby massaging your swore hips and legs. Both sharing praises for you.. more like Toby praising you and Jack nodding along

What more could you want?

: ̗̀➛ YEPPIE POLY!TICCIJACK, i was looking forward to this so much i love these two goofy idiots so much <3 sorry this came out later in the afternoon than i expected, i took a nap after i stayed up til like 3am watching marbles hornets LMFAO, love you all so much remember to stay safe!! — Ace

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #ticci toby x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci toby #toby rogers #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack

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xxbrightshadowxx · 3 days ago

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The reason why I give Caitvi more crap for when Caitlyn hit Vi with the rifle then when Ekko beat up Jinx on the bridge and how they tried to kill each other is because of the couple’s circumstances.

Ekko and Jinx were on opposite sides of a conflict. Jinx worked for Silco and Ekko was trying to takedown shimmer. They were enemies. Jinx was already known at that time to kill firelights, why would they not like each other? And with the situation at the bridge, Jinx killed a lot of enforcers. They were already in a situation of violence so when those two devolved into violence, it makes sense. They weren’t in a romantic relationship, they weren’t on good terms with each other the last time they interacted(the shimmer blimp), and it was of a violent circumstance that lead to them fighting. This wasn’t a portrayal of them if they were romantically involved with each other. We even actually do see this in season two ep 7

Then there is Caitvi. Before season 2 one could argue their relationship is still platonical cause they don’t actually do anything physical. While, yeah, that excuse is bull but they were in a sorta-situation-ship at the end of season 1. Nothing to get them in trouble with China. It wasn’t until season 2 ep 3 that we see their first physically romantic action. They kiss which basically establish that they like each other a lot. They were on good terms with each other and were allies. They were working together to take down Jinx. The circumstance that led to Caitlyn hitting Vi is first, Vi stops Caitlyn from shooting at Jinx when there was a moving child on top of her because shooting a weapon when there is a child nearby especially if said shooter is not in the best mindset is not a good idea. They(Sevika, Caitlyn, and Isha) escape. Caitlyn insults Vi by saying she’s just like the rest of Zaun and isn’t different(which is also very ignorant by implying that the norm is bad and evil zaunties and Vi is some exception to this norm) also saying it’s her(Jinx) blood in your veins. She walks away and Vi grabs Caitlyn and asks why are you the one acting like her. Eight seconds pass before Caitlyn hits Vi in the stomach with her gun before leaving her alone.

Caitlyn and Vi were on good terms with each before this incident. Hell, before they even attack Jinx they fucking kiss. The violence had already wound down, Sevika, Jinx, and Isha had already left, there was no need for violence. It wasn’t a life or death situation. Caitlyn had no need to hit Vi in the gut. Vi wasn’t going to attack her. And if you say, oh you don’t know that, then you do not understand Vi as a character. This wasn’t them fighting, this was assault(since Vi didn’t hit her back). To add the sicken cherry on top of all of this, the show never once acknowledges this. They brush it under the rug and ignore it. Caitlyn never apologizes for hitting Vi or leaving her. They just move straight to sex.

You see why this leaves a bad impression?

#arcane #arcane criticism #arcane critique #arcane critical #arcane season two #anti caitvi #anti caitlyn kiramman #arcane vi #rant

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systlin · 24 hours ago

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You know I have repeatedly seen people in the forums of the hellpits of the Interwebs I have crawled through on this cursed quest for knowledge be like 'oh yeah the early ones are just planetary swords and sorcery fantasy they aren't that bad for the first five books'.

This, my friends, is a filthy fuckass lie.

Book THREE is this

And everything in this book is batshit

Go ahead if you don't believe me.

To summarize a lot of shit more succinctly;

Tarl ends up on Gor again for Reasons. He in the last book found that his city of Ko Ro Ba was burnt to the ground by the Flame Death for Reasons, and swore revenge upon the Priest Kings.

(No, it is never answered what the Priest Kings are priests OF. Themselves, I assume?)

So, he goes to the Sardar, where they're supposed to live. The Sardar is a mountain range that is entirely walled off with a log palisade. I will let y'all do the mental math on how absolutely bugfuck wild it would be to build a wall around an entire mountain range. He's told a few times that anyone who goes into the mountains dies, but goes anyway because He's A Speshul Boy.

He of course finds the door to the underground high tech ant nest that the Priest Kings call the Nest. It is guarded by two saber toothed tigers on chains. I would think giant two million year old ant wasp praying mantids could get a better security system but I guess not. He does some Manly Posturing but is about to get mauled to death when, unfortunately, a dude lets him in.

The dude who is like the butler or secretary or whatever for the Priest Kings is named Parp.

Fucking

Parp

Anyway Tarl is put in a room with a hot lady named Vika who is a slave. She insists she hates him because Norm seems to think that showing scorn and hatred is how women flirt (this is a common thread through all his books.) Tarl finds her disagreeable because she doesn't beg to suck his dick immediately. If I were her I would have killed him with a straight razor but whatever.

So THEN there's like fifty pages of bullshit about slavery and how it's totally great for women and they love it it makes their hot love oils just GUSH, and yes I am sorry for writing that sentence. Eventually Tarl escapes the little room and sees an actual Priest King, and goes, predictably, 'what the hell is this thing'

The Priest King introduces itself as Misk. Misk says that Priest Kings have no genders save for the Queen and her mate, but Tarl insists on calling the genderless alien bug 'him' through the whole book. Now, you will remember that Tarl came to this place in the first fucking place because he wanted to kill the Priest Kings for destroying his city, which is a fine motivation!

It goes out the window here. Misk tells Tarl that Tarl is a Good Special Friend Boy and Tarl is immediately like we are friends and I would die for you. Misk immediately shows friendship by putting Tarl in a Contraption that gives him a forced medical examination and cleaning and laxative. This is not the last time this happens to Tarl and you can really map out some of Norm's kinks by following such threads.

SO IT TURNS OUT that the Priest Kings and MISK SPECIFICALLY leveled Tarl's city to get his attention so that Misk could send Tarl on a quest for the last queen egg of the Priest Kings. Because, see, the old mother is, well, old. She isn't laying eggs any longer, and the priest kings are all, minimum, thousands of years old. Misk is two million years old. Process that for a sec.

Okay.

Anyway there has been an ongoing power struggle in the nest because a lot of the Priest Kings don't want to give up power, and power is determined by birth order from the current Mother. So several Priest Kings have been killing queen eggs for several million years. Misk smuggled out the last one and now wants it back to hatch a new mother. You will know where it is if you read my hatefic.

Leave aside the fact that there is no fucking way that egg is still viable. This is apparently A Threat, so Sarm...the main egg killing PK...and Misk now engage in a power struggle, each trying to use Tarl to kill the other. There is a scene involving gollums with suction cup feet milking the priest kings that is the weirdest fucking thing I've ever read, and I've read some weird shit.

Oh. Also there is a golden beetle that eats PK's. It exudes a pheremone that makes them nut so far as I can tell? And then it slurps their innards out like a spider. It also reproduces in the most horrible way. If you've read Bloodchild by Octavia Butler you know what I mean. It's sacred to the Priest Kings for some fucking reason. They offer Vika to it for this purpose, but Tarl saves her and now she loves him.

Also the PK's have thousands of slaves in the nest. They shave them utterly bare, make them wear plastic, and make them shower six times a day. Any who misbehave are sent to the Dissection Room. They theoretically all eat a kind of bland white fungus and vitamin pellets but I call horseshit. Slave Pellets Are People, folks.

SO. There's a big war in the Nest over who gets to be in charge. Norm manages to make a laser gun battle over a glowing probably nuclear reactor boring. They almost explode the planet but don't, and Misk's side eventually wins. Tarl sets out to retrieve the last queen egg for Misk, having utterly forgotten his fury at his actual whole city being leveled, with presumably his Free Companion and his father among the dead. But well, Misk gave him headpats and a literal gerbil cage to live in, so I guess that's enough for him.

The book ends there. It's. It's absolute fucking batshittery, every word of it. And I'm cutting out all the nonsense about slavery and how Men Are Natural Masters and women are Natural Slaves and a solid 50% of the more mundane but still absolutely wild shit here.

THIS IS BOOK THREE. THIS STILL HAD AN EDITOR

you know, as you are the resident Tumblr expert on the gor books, I for one would love it if you were to write a summary/essay/rant for some of the books so the rest of us can know what's going on without actually having to read it. I'm morbidly curious but not subjecting myself to that. I'm certain that you would to a wonderful entirely objective not at all opinionated job. So if you ever feel like bashing the books publicly some more, please do

oh, god

I should actually. I should. But god damn there's so many and every one of them has new heinous shit

For now, I'll drop this knowledge; in the most recent, published only last year, the protag is Agnes, an astrophysicist working at a small radio observatory.

This is important because she notes some weird shit in the orbit of Jupiter. As in, radio signals that are clearly of intelligent origin. She does the thing you would do, which is check to see if there are any probes there. There are not.

So she pokes her nose in further, and finds the Kurii planetoid ships. Thinking 'this can't be right' she sends. She sends the data. She sends the data to fucking. Colleagues to verify it.

Colleagues working at the VLA with SETI

The Kurii then 'vanish' her to gor, where the regular 'oh I love being a slave actually' shit plays out. She's told that this will be shut down on earth by one (1) senior scientist in Kurii pay saying it's nonsense no shut up don't look there again.

Me; dude. DUDE. IF SHE SENT THAT DATA TO SETI THEY ARE COUNTING HULL RIVETS ON THOSE THINGS WITH THE VLA AND EVERY ASTROPHYCISIST ON THE PLANET KNOWS NOW. IT'S GAME OVER BRO. CAT OUT OF BAG AND YOU WROTE IT YOURSELF.

THE ASTROPHYSICISTS SMELL UNLIMITED GRANT FUNDING DUDE. THEY ARE SEEING THEIR NAME IN TEXTBOOKS. IT'S OVER MAN.

EARTH IS GONNA BE LANDING SHIPS WITHIN A YEAR, DUDE

#Gor #Gorean hate

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luvfae · 1 day ago

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BAD INVESTMENT

PART TWELVE

a/n: this is a long one because i realised i accidentally skipped a few chapters of the story, so ive put all of them together 💋

summary: thanos was supposed to ruin you—not fall for you. what started as revenge turned into obsession, jealousy twisting in his gut every time you went back to myung-gi. he doesn’t want to share you. he wants you to be his. but when you finally ask him what he really wants, for the first time, he doesn’t have an answer.

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader, lee myung gi x f!reader

warnings: cheating, swearing, oral (thanos receiving), p in v, car sex

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Thanos had seen you that night—pressed up against the car, letting Myung-Gi take you right there, out in the open, where anyone could see. And worse? You enjoyed it.

The way your body arched into him, the way you moaned for him like you meant it—like you actually fucking wanted him.

It pissed Thanos off in ways he didn’t know were possible.

Why the fuck did he care so much? He knew what this was. Knew he was technically sharing you with your boyfriend.

But fuck that.

He didn’t want to share you. Not anymore.

Not with him. Not with anyone.

You weren’t supposed to be letting that loser touch you—not after the way Thanos had touched you. Not after the way you had melted for him, moaned for him, let him ruin you.

That shit was his.

But what did this mean? Thanos had never cared this much about a fucking girl before.

It was annoying. Frustrating. A problem he didn’t know how to solve.

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Nam-Gyu snorted when Thanos brought up his tangled mess of feelings.

Thanos scoffed. “Jealous of MG Coin?” He let out a sharp laugh. “Why the fuck would I be jealous of him when I fuck his girlfriend?”

Nam-Gyu exhaled a slow stream of vapor, unimpressed. “Because she’s his girlfriend,” he said, like it was obvious. “You’re pissed that you have to share her.”

“I’m not jealous. I don’t get jealous.”

Nam-Gyu raised an eyebrow, taking another drag from his vape. “Then what the fuck are you?” He leaned forward slightly, studying Thanos. “Because last I checked, you were supposed to record a video of you slutting out his girl, but instead, you’ve been dragging it out—fucking her over and over like you don’t actually want to let her go.” He tilted his head. “So if it’s not jealousy, then what is it?”

Thanos clenched his jaw.

Fuck.

Maybe it was jealousy.

“What the fuck do I do then?” Thanos muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Nam-Gyu exhaled slowly, leaning back. “I don’t know, bro,” he shrugged. “What do you even want from her?”

Thanos let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t fucking know.”

Nam-Gyu studied him for a moment before asking, “Are you mad that she’s fucking Myung-Gi? Or would you be pissed if she fucked literally anyone else?”

Thanos paused, rolling the thought around in his head. He knew the answer immediately, but saying it out loud felt like admitting something he wasn’t ready to.

Still, he gritted his teeth and said it anyway.

“Nah. I don’t want her fucking anyone but me.”

Nam-Gyu smirked, tapping his vape against the table. “So… you wanna keep her?”

Thanos scoffed. “She’s not a fucking pet.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Nam-Gyu muttered. “You’re acting like some territorial motherfucker who just found out his toy can be taken away.”

Thanos didn’t argue. He didn’t have a defense.

Because he did want to keep you. Maybe not in the traditional sense—not in a boyfriend-girlfriend, let’s-hold-hands-in-public kind of way. But the thought of anyone else having you made his blood fucking boil.

“She wouldn’t leave him for me,” Thanos muttered, almost to himself. “She’s with him for a reason.”

Nam-Gyu raised a brow. “And what if that reason disappeared?”

Thanos looked up. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Nam-Gyu exhaled a slow stream of vapor, watching Thanos with amusement. “I’m just saying… We could kill him.”

Thanos shot him a dry look. “Yeah, genius plan. And then what? Rot in jail?”

Nam-Gyu chuckled. “Relax, man. I’m joking—kind of.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “But for someone who doesn’t do relationships, you’re taking this shit real serious.”

Thanos clenched his jaw. “I never said I wanted a fucking relationship. I just don’t want her with Myung-Gi. Or anyone, for that matter.”

Nam-Gyu let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, that’s rich. You’re gonna steal a girl from her boyfriend, refuse to date her, and still expect her to stay loyal?” He shook his head, smirking. “Yeah, let me know how that works out for you.”

Thanos stayed quiet, jaw tight, Nam-Gyu’s words rattling in his head long after they left his friend’s mouth.

Was he being stupid? Maybe.

But the thought of you with anyone else made his skin crawl. It wasn’t even just Myung-Gi—though that pissed him off the most. The idea of some random asshole having you, touching you, hearing the sounds you made when you came—fuck, it made him sick.

And that was a problem.

Because he wasn’t supposed to care this much. You were just a means to an end. A way to get under Myung-Gi’s skin, to remind him that he wasn’t untouchable. But now? It wasn’t about Myung-Gi anymore. It was about you. About the way you let Thanos take you apart like you were made for him. About the way you looked at him, like you knew exactly what he was doing but still wanted more.

It was fucked up. It was possessive. And it was only getting worse.

If he was smart, he’d record the damn video, drop it in Myung-Gi’s lap, and be done with it.

But Thanos wasn’t feeling very smart these days.

———————

Thanos’ text came through at the worst possible moment. You had been trying to keep it together with Myung-Gi, pretending everything was fine while your mind raced with thoughts of him. The last thing you wanted right now was to face what you were about to do, but there was no avoiding it.

The message was simple: “I’m outside, quickie in the car?”

Your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and dread flooding your chest. It wasn’t like you hadn’t done this before, but this time it felt different. You’d been spending more time with Myung-Gi lately, trying to make the relationship work because, well, you didn’t have much of a choice. Not after he didn’t let you break up with him a few nights ago.

Still, you couldn’t deny the pull towards Thanos. There was something about him—something dangerous, raw, and irresistible.

“Hey,” Myung-Gi’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “What are you doing? You seem kinda off.”

You looked up at him, forcing a smile. “Nothing, just tired. I’m fine.”

But the lie didn’t come as easily as it once did. He didn’t seem to buy it either, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you.

“I don’t know…” He hesitated, but then continued. “You’ve been acting strange lately. Is it because of what happened the other night? Are you thinking of dumping me again?” His voice was low, almost playful, but you knew him too well. His paranoia was surfacing.

“No, Myung-Gi,” you said quickly, a little too quickly, even to your own ears. “It’s just work stressing me out.”

He didn’t seem convinced, but he shrugged it off. “Alright, but if you ever need anything, you know where to find me.”

You nodded, and his attention returned to his phone as he laid back on the couch. Your eyes flickered back to your phone screen, and there it was again—the message from Thanos, blinking in your notifications.

“I’m outside, quickie in the car?”

You wanted to say no. You should say no. But you could feel the temptation gnawing at you. You had told yourself before this—Thanos—was just a phase. But deep down, you knew that wasn’t entirely true. You were craving something more, you had been long before you met Thanos. Craving something Thanos could give you, and Myung-Gi never would.

You glanced over at Myung-Gi, still distracted by his phone. He hadn’t looked at you the same way in a while. Maybe he knew you were pulling away, maybe he didn’t. Either way, you had a chance—just a little one.

You stood up, pulling your phone out of your pocket, debating what to do. You didn’t have an excuse prepared. He’d never let you leave this apartment without a reason.

Think fast.

But then, in the back of your mind, you knew what to say. The lie was simple, easy enough to sell.

“I’m just going to grab something from my car,” you said, your voice casual, as if you did this every day. “Be back in a minute.”

Myung-Gi barely looked up. “Alright, just don’t take too long.”

You nodded, relief flooding you. You grabbed your keys and slipped out the door before he could say anything else, the weight of the moment settling in as you made your way down the stairs.

By the time you reached the car, your heart was racing, but there was no turning back now.

You opened the door to Thanos’ car without hesitation. He was sitting in the driver’s seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed you. No words were needed. You didn’t even need to say anything—he already knew.

The second you slid into the passenger seat, Thanos could already see it in your eyes—you needed it.

“Lock the door,” he muttered, barely getting the words out before you were climbing over the console, straddling his lap like you had no time to waste.

“Missed you,” you whispered, lips grazing his neck as you rolled your hips against him, and fuck, he could feel how warm you were even through your clothes.

But all he could think about was what he’d seen the other night. You against Myung-Gi’s car, letting him fuck you right there in public like you didn’t have a damn ounce of shame.

It made his blood boil.

“Yeah? You missed me?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you back so you were looking him in the eye. “That why you let him fuck you against his car like some cheap slut?”

Your eyes widened, lips parting like you wanted to deny it, but you didn’t. Couldn’t.

Instead, you just whimpered, your thighs squeezing around him.

Thanos scoffed. His other hand slid between your legs, pressing against your cunt through your shorts. “Bet you didn’t suck him off first, though. Bet you don’t get on your knees for him.”

His fingers curled, dragging the fabric tighter against you, making you gasp.

He smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He let go of your hair, pushing his seat right back, shoving you down onto your knees between his legs. The car was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the streetlamp outside, but he could still see the desperation in your eyes as you fumbled with his belt, like you were starving for it.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, leaning back as you freed his cock, your breath warm against his skin. He grabbed the back of your head, guiding you down. “Come on, señorita. Show me how much you missed me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

The second your lips wrapped around him, he groaned, his grip tightening in your hair.

“That’s right,” he murmured, watching as you took more of him, your tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. “Bet you didn’t look this pretty for him, huh? Bet you didn’t let him fuck your throat like this.”

You moaned around him, sending a shiver up his spine. His jaw clenched.

He hated the thought of you with Myung-Gi. Hated the way he saw you against that car, taking him like you liked it. Like you actually enjoyed letting that loser use you.

But this? Right here? This was his.

He tugged you off him, your lips glossy, your breath heavy. “Look at you,” he sneered, thumb swiping at the spit on your chin. “So fucking eager. Do I make you feel that good, baby? Or do you just like being treated like a slut?”

You licked your lips, eyes hooded. “Both.”

His cock twitched. “Fuck,” he exhaled, tilting your chin up.

He fumbled for his wallet, pulling out a condom. “Come here.”

He pulled you back onto his lap, yanking your shorts to the side, not even bothering to take them off. He was too impatient for that.

He lined himself up, teasing your entrance, making you whimper.

“Go on,” he rasped. “Show me who you really belong to.”

Thanos barely gave you a second to adjust before snapping his hips up, burying himself deep inside you. You choked out a moan, hands flying to his shoulders as you tried to keep yourself steady.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands gripping your waist, forcing you to take every inch. “You take anything I give you with a smile on your fucking face, don’t you?”

You could barely respond, your mind clouded with pleasure as he fucked up into you, the car rocking slightly with each thrust. Your fingers dug into his arms, nails raking over his skin.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched as he watched your face, loving how wrecked you looked already. “Tell me, baby—am I better fuck?”

You whimpered, nodding your head.

“That’s what I thought,” he sneered, smacking your ass, making you jolt. “Poor guy probably thinks he’s got you all to himself, huh? Thinks you’re his loyal little girlfriend while you’re down here letting me fuck you in my car.”

His words sent a thrill through you, the sheer filth of it making your walls tighten around him.

Thanos smirked. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He pressed his forehead against yours, hips snapping harder, making you cry out. “Fucking whore, getting off on cheating on him.”

You barely had time to react when he suddenly stilled. His grip on your waist tightened, and his eyes flicked past you, narrowing.

Then, before you could even ask what was wrong, your phone lit up on the dashboard.

Where the fuck are you?

Your stomach dropped.

Thanos exhaled a sharp laugh, nodding toward the window. “Look who’s looking for you, señorita.”

You twisted your head, heart pounding as you saw Myung-Gi wandering around the parking lot, his phone in his hand, his head on a swivel.

“Shit,” you whispered, ducking down, pressing your forehead against Thanos’ shoulder.

He hummed, smug. “You gonna sneak back upstairs, or risk getting caught with my dick inside you, hmm?”

You cursed under your breath, snatching your phone off the dashboard, fingers flying as you typed out the first excuse you could think of.

‘Went to grab a coffee, be back soon.’

You hit send, praying he wouldn’t question it.

Thanos chuckled darkly, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you back up to look at him.

“You really think he’s gonna buy that?”

You swallowed, feeling your phone buzz again. Myung-Gi’s reply popped up.

‘Hurry up.’

You sighed in relief.

Thanos smirked. “Guess you got away with it this time.”

Then, before you could even breathe, he gripped your hips and thrust.

You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders as he started fucking up into you again, harder this time, his grip bruising.

“But next time, baby?” His lips brushed your ear, his voice low and full of promise.

“I might just want you to get caught.”

———————

The bass thumped deep in your chest, neon lights flashing overhead as you weaved through the packed bodies of Club Pentagon. You could already feel the heat of the night clinging to your skin, your blood buzzing from the drinks you’d downed, the energy in the club electric.

But none of that had you on edge.

No, it was him.

Thanos had been watching you since the second you stepped inside. His gaze had burned through the crowd, dragging over your body like a physical touch, making you hyperaware of every inch of skin your dress left exposed.

And the best part?

This time, you told him you’d be here.

It wasn’t like the other nights where he just showed up out of nowhere, finding you when you swore you’d been careful. No, you sent him the text. You told him Myung-Gi wouldn’t be here.

And Thanos had made damn sure to take you up on the invitation.

Now, he leaned against the bar, watching you from across the room with that lazy, half-lidded look that made your stomach twist. He wasn’t drinking, wasn’t flirting with anyone else—he was just standing there, waiting.

Waiting for you.

Your fingers tightened around your glass, your pulse hammering in your throat as you turned back to your friend, pretending like you weren’t about to do something reckless.

But you could feel him.

Feel his gaze tracing the hem of your dress. Feel the way his jaw tensed when you laughed at something your friend said. Feel the heat of his stare as you threw back the rest of your drink, a silent challenge sparking in your chest.

You ran a hand through your hair, tilting your head just enough to catch his eye across the dance floor. Your lips curved into a small, knowing smirk before you turned away, pushing deeper into the crowd.

It didn’t take long.

Within seconds, you felt him behind you.

His chest brushed your back, his hands sliding low over your waist, fingers pressing into your hips as he leaned in close.

“Real cute,” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm. “Trying to make me come find you.”

Your heart stuttered, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you rolled your hips back against him, feeling the sharp inhale he took behind you.

“Didn’t have to look very hard, did you?”

His fingers tightened, and you barely had a second to catch your breath before he spun you around, pressing your back against the wall beside the DJ booth.

His hands flattened against the wall on either side of your head, his body crowding into yours, and suddenly, the music felt muffled.

All you could hear was him.

“You did this on purpose,” he said, his voice low.

Your lips parted, heat curling in your stomach at the intensity in his eyes. “Did what?”

His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip as he glanced down at your dress. “This. Wearing that. Telling me you’d be here.”

You exhaled a slow breath, tilting your chin up. “Maybe.”

His fingers twitched at his sides. “You know I can’t keep my hands to myself when you pull shit like this.”

The corner of your mouth lifted. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”

Thanos cursed under his breath, his restraint snapping as he grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him.

Your breath hitched, your hands sliding up his chest as he dipped his head, his lips ghosting over yours. “I should make you pay for that little stunt you pulled at the bar,” he murmured. “Acting like I wasn’t gonna come claim you the second I saw you.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt, heart racing. “What are you gonna do about it?”

His smirk was downright lethal.

Then, he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle.

His lips crashed into yours, all tongue and teeth and need, and you gasped, your back arching against the wall as his hands gripped your ass, lifting you just enough to feel the hard press of his cock against your thigh.

It was reckless. It was stupid.

And you didn’t give a single fuck.

Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer, drinking in the way he groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding up to cup your jaw, tilting your head just how he liked.

The music pounded around you, the crowd oblivious, but you could feel eyes on you.

And you liked it.

Thanos broke the kiss just long enough to nip at your jaw, his teeth grazing your pulse. “Tell me to stop,” he muttered against your skin.

You didn’t.

Instead, you rolled your hips against him, chasing the friction. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His breath hitched, his grip tightening. “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re gonna get me in trouble, angel.”

A shiver ran through you at the pet name, but before you could respond—

A movement caught your eye.

Across the room, a familiar face turned in your direction, his brow furrowing.

Your stomach plummeted.

One of Myung-Gi’s friends.

Fuck.

Thanos followed your gaze, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Who’s that?” he murmured, his tone suddenly sharp, all the teasing from earlier gone.

You swallowed hard, trying not to panic. “One of Myung-Gi’s friends,” you whispered, your nails digging into the front of Thanos’ shirt. “I’m so fucked.”

Thanos’ jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he tracked the guy’s movements.

The friend wasn’t looking directly at you anymore, but he had definitely seen something. He wasn’t heading for you—not yet—but he was still in the club, still close.

“Is it bad that part of me wants him to find out?” you said, voice barely cutting through the pounding bass.

Thanos’ brows pulled together, his grip on your waist tightening. “The fuck are you talking about?”

You exhaled, glancing away. “I tried to break up with him.”

His expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Figured if I’m cheating on him, I shouldn’t be with him, right?” You let out a humorless laugh. “But he wouldn’t let me.”

Thanos’ face hardened. “What do you mean, wouldn’t let you?”

You swallowed, shrugging like it was nothing, even though you could feel the way Thanos’ body tensed. “I don’t know… he just talked me out of it. Made me feel bad.”

Thanos scoffed, shaking his head. “He talked you out of it?” His voice was laced with irritation. “So what—you tell him you’re done, and he gives you some sob story, and now you can’t leave?”

You stayed quiet.

That was exactly what had happened.

Thanos let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “That’s fucking cute.”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re a goddamn idiot.” His hand slid lower on your waist, fingers digging in possessively. “You think he gets to decide whether or not you leave him? That’s not how this works, baby.”

You exhaled sharply, glancing around, suddenly hyperaware of how close you were to him, how easily his body caged you in. “It’s not that simple—”

“It is that simple,” he interrupted. “You don’t want him? Fucking leave him.” He tilted his head, eyes flicking down to your lips before dragging back up. “You wanna keep sneaking around with me, or you wanna be mine for real?”

Your stomach flipped, pulse hammering in your ears. You knew he wasn’t asking because he was some lovesick fool.

You didn’t answer, and Thanos exhaled sharply through his nose. “That’s what I thought.” He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Then at least act like you belong to me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

“So what?” you challenged, crossing your arms. “I dump him, and then what? You gonna play boyfriend? We gonna play house?”

Thanos tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You wanna play house, baby?” he hummed.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I want to know what the fuck you really want from me.” Your voice was sharp, demanding, but beneath it, there was something else—something unsure. “Because I know you don’t actually care about me, so what is it, Thanos? What do you really want?”

Thanos looked at you—really looked at you.

This was supposed to be for revenge. That was the whole fucking point. Get close to you, fuck with Myung-Gi’s head, then ruin him. Simple.

But staring at you now, with that fire in your eyes, the way you challenged him like no one else did, he didn’t know what the fuck this was anymore.

This was messy. He was messy.

Because if this was just about revenge, why did it feel like his stomach was in knots every time you spoke? Why did he hate the idea of you leaving Myung-Gi only to be with someone else? Why did he keep pushing, pulling, keeping you close instead of just taking what he needed and leaving?

Why did it feel like no matter how much he touched you, it was never enough?

Thanos exhaled, his jaw tight. He wanted to say something cocky, something smooth, but the words didn’t come. Because for once in his fucking life, he didn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know.”

#squid game #thanos #thanos x reader #thanos smut #choi su bong #choi su bong x reader #choi su bong smut #lee myung gi #lee myung gi x reader

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ivyues · 2 days ago

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Chauffeur Duties | 4 | - Seungmin

Seungmin x Lee Know's sister

After a sudden downpour, your brother picked you up, leading to a confrontation with your boyfriend, Seungmin.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

A/N: many thanks to 🩵 for the ideas! <3

The rain came out of nowhere.

One moment, you were walking home, minding your own business, and the next, the sky had cracked open, drenching everything in sight. Your hoodie was no match for the sudden downpour, and within minutes, you were soaked to the bone.

Instinct took over, and before you even realized what you were doing, your fingers were already pressing your brother's contact.

"What?" Lew Know's voice came through the line, already laced with annoyance.

"Can you pick me up?" you asked, shivering slightly as you ducked under a bus stop for minimal cover.

A sigh. "Where are you?"

You sent him your location, and he grumbled something about you always being a hassle before hanging up. You knew he’d come, though. That was just Lee Know's way of showing he cared – through mild exasperation and reluctant acts of service.

Fifteen minutes later, his car pulled up, and you scrambled inside, dripping all over his passenger seat. He clicked his tongue but didn’t say anything about it, instead tossing a towel onto your lap as he pulled away from the curb.

"You better not get my seat all gross," he muttered, eyes on the road.

"I'll clean it later," you promised, toweling off my hair. "Thanks for picking me up."

"Yeah, yeah." His voice was gruff, but then he added, "You’re lucky I wasn’t busy."

You bit back a smile, choosing not to argue with him.

The ride was mostly quiet except for the hum of the engine and the occasional swish of the windshield wipers. But as you paid more attention to the streets he was taking, your stomach twisted.

He wasn’t driving towards your home. He was driving in the direction of Felix's and Seungmin’s dorm.

Panic crept in, but you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral.

"Where are we going?" you asked, feigning curiosity.

Lee Know gave you a side glance. "Thought you’d want to see your lap dog of a boyfriend."

You blinked at him, your grip tightening on the towel. He said it so easily, so nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal. Like he actually... cared?

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the timing of it all. On any other day, you would’ve been ecstatic – your brother showing even the slightest support for your relationship with Seungmin was nothing short of a miracle. But today? Today was different.

Because Seungmin and you had argued earlier. It wasn’t a big fight, but it left a strange weight in your chest, and you weren't ready to see him yet. Not like this, not soaking wet and emotionally scrambled. And if Lee Know knew you’d argued? Oh, he’d definitely have some choice words for Seungmin – words you weren't in the mood to mediate.

"I, uh—" you scrambled for an excuse. "I don’t want to bother him. He’s probably busy."

Lee Know snorted. "He’s probably just playing games. You’ll be fine."

Of course, Lee Know would be difficult about this. You glanced out the window, your pulse picking up as the dorms came closer. You could tell him the truth. You could tell him that you weren't in the right headspace to see Seungmin right now, that you’d had a disagreement, and you just wanted to go home.

But then he’d press for details. And if those details even slightly painted Seungmin in a bad light, Lee Know would hold onto them like ammunition. He’d never say it outright, but you knew he was protective of you in his own way, and you didn’t want to give him reasons to be wary of your relationship.

"Actually, I think I just want to go home," you said as casually as possible. "I really just want to dry off and sleep."

Lee Know side-eyed you but didn’t say anything at first. His fingers drummed against the wheel as you stopped at a red light.

Then, without a word, he changed lanes and turned towards your home instead.

Relief flooded you, but you didn’t dare let it show.

"You’re weird," Minho muttered under his breath.

You smiled slightly, hugging the towel closer. "Thanks for the ride."

He just rolled his eyes and kept driving.

-----

The next morning, you woke up to a string of messages from Seungmin. Your stomach twisted as you hesitated before unlocking your phone.

Mong Mong (10:34 PM): Hey, are you home safe?

Mong Mong (10:35 PM): I heard it started pouring. Did you get caught in it?

Mong Mong (11:49 PM): …You could’ve called me.

Mong Mong (11:51 PM): I know we argued but—

The last message trailed off. You stared at the screen, biting your lip. Guilt gnawed at you as you scrolled through his words again.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to call him. You just… You didn’t want to burden him after your disagreement. And part of you had assumed he wouldn’t have wanted to hear from you anyway.

Clearly, you’d assumed wrong.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you tapped on his contact and hit call. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice groggy with sleep.

“I am,” you answered softly. “I saw your messages.”

There was a brief pause. “Yeah. I figured you did.”

You swallowed, gripping your phone tighter. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

Another pause. “Why didn’t you?”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “I… I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me after the argument. And I didn’t want to make things worse.”

A soft exhale came through the speaker, and when Seungmin spoke again, his voice had lost some of its sleepiness. “Did you really think I wouldn’t care? Even if we fought, I would’ve come to get you. I wanted to.”

Your heart squeezed at his words. “I know,” you murmured. “I just— It was stupid. I called Minho.”

Seungmin made a sound, something between a scoff and a chuckle. “Of course you did.”

You shook your head, though he couldn’t see it. “The one time he actually supports this relationship – driving me to you without even asking – he picks the worst timing.”

Seungmin was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was different. “Wait. You were on your way to me?”

You bit my lip. “Yeah.”

“But… you obviously didn’t come over.” Another silence. But this time, it felt heavier.

He sounded genuinely surprised, and you could tell his mind was working through the implications. Something in his stomach tightened uncomfortably, immediately thinking the argument had cut deeper for you than he originally believed.

“It wasn’t about that,” you reassured him quickly. “I just… didn’t feel like seeing anyone. I just wanted to go home.”

“I get that,” Seungmin said, and for the first time since you answered the call, his voice held nothing but sincerity. “But next time, don’t assume I don’t want to be there for you, okay?”

Your chest ached in the best way. “Okay.”

“Good.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the tension from last night slowly dissipating. Then, after a moment, Seungmin spoke again.

“We still need to talk, you know. About the fight.”

Your heart stilled for a moment before you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “I know.”

“Not now,” he said, almost as if he was reassuring himself as well as you. “But soon.”

You exhaled softly. “Yeah. Soon.”

“So… did you talk to Minho about it?”

You hesitated. “No. Maybe he suspects something but I didn't tell him.”

Seungmin sighed. “Should I be prepared for something at practice? He’s gonna beat me up if he finds out.”

You bit your lip, considering. “I don’t think he’ll bring it up unless he’s sure. He’ll get over it.”

Seungmin groaned. “Great. Just what I need.”

You chuckled softly, amusement lighting up the mood. A comfortable silence filled the air as the weight of the conversation eased.

Then he muttered, almost like an afterthought, “I just… I don’t want to disappoint him either.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Minho?”

He let out a quiet, almost sheepish sigh. “Yeah. I know he acts like I annoy him, but… I think he actually kind of— I don’t know. Approves of me? Or at least tolerates me as your boyfriend. If he found out we fought and thought I messed it up, he’d never let me live it down.”

A soft smile tugged at your lips. “Oh, so that’s why you’re worried.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “I just don’t need him looking at me like I kicked his cat or something.”

You laughed. “You’ll survive.”

“I better.” Seungmin huffed a laugh.

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The rhythmic echo of sneakers against the polished floor filled the practice room as Seungmin wiped the sweat from his forehead, rolling his shoulders to shake off the fatigue. Practice had been tough, but at least it gave him something to focus on. He took a long sip from his water bottle, letting the cool liquid soothe his throat.

Then, just as he was starting to catch his breath, Lee Know sauntered over with an unmistakable glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Guess who I saved yesterday," he drawled, tossing a towel over his shoulder.

Seungmin didn’t take the bait. He casually screwed the cap back onto his bottle and gave a nonchalant shrug. "I don't know. A stray cat?"

Lee Know smirked, undeterred. "You could say that – It was your dear, helpless girlfriend."

Seungmin finally turned his head, meeting Lee Know’s gaze with a carefully neutral expression. "Oh? Is that so?" he said, voice even.

Lee Know let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying himself. "Yeah, well, pouring rain, drenched hoodie, shivering at a bus stop… It was a whole dramatic scene. They must’ve really needed help. Funny how their first instinct was to call me instead of you."

Seungmin exhaled through his nose, resisting the urge to react. He knew Lee Know was testing him, poking for a reaction. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, stretching out his legs as if completely at ease.

"Makes sense," he said smoothly. "You do have a car, after all."

Lee Know squinted at him. "That’s all you have to say?"

Seungmin lifted a brow. "What, did you want me to throw a fit?”

"A little jealousy would be nice," Lee Know mused, crossing his arms. "or do you not care whether she’s safe?"

Seungmin let out a breath of laughter. "Sorry to disappoint. But I already talked to her about it. We’re fine."

Lee Know clicked his tongue. "Boring. Can’t even get some kind of reaction out of you these days."

"And I was hoping practice would be over by now, yet here we are," Seungmin quipped, pushing off the wall and heading back towards the center of the room as the others began trickling in.

Lee Know watched him go, tilting his head slightly before calling after him, "You know, if she ever needs saving again, I’ll be ready."

Seungmin glanced back over his shoulder, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Good. That means I don’t have to worry."

Lee Know blinked, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected response. Then he shook his head, mumbling something about ‘not being your fucking chauffeur’.

Just as Seungmin turned away, though, Lee Know’s voice came – quieter this time, almost too casual.

"You two are good, right?"

Seungmin paused for half a second before glancing back. Lee Know wasn’t looking at him anymore, already grabbing his water bottle and stretching like it was just an afterthought.

A small smile tugged at Seungmin’s lips. "Yeah. We’re good."

Lee Know didn’t say anything else, just gave an acknowledging hum before walking past him.

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eclipseberrycake · 1 day ago

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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 13

AN: Whoever recommended Glimpse of Us, I'm sending you my therapy bill. /lh IT WAS SO GOODDDD OH MY GODDD Also, yeah Im convinced I have the Ao3 curse bc like I was doing okay and now my g.gma is dying and there was a bomb threat at my school like GIRL STOP IM NOT GODS STRONGEST SOLDIER

So, I have a confession. I lowkey-highkey hated part 12 of this, so it put me off writing for a while, but I was on the bus today and Indigo by Sam Barber and Avery Anna came on and yeah. I decided to hurt today.

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven -> Part Eight -> Part Nine -> Part Nine 1/2 -> Part Ten -> Part 11 -> Part 12

Warnings: idk I'm sad, take that as you will, mentions of past abuse (Ooh, Ciara when we catch you Ciara-), Mentions of being turned into a twisted/ past mentions, Reader lowkey does not have a good time, angst, but with comfort, mentions of vomit

☁ Cosmo had known you a long time. A very long time. He had known you far before Astro and Sprout had entered the picture He had been in love with you far before he had known what the feeling was.

☁ The first time Cosmo had met you, he knew he wanted to know you. Just just know of you, but know you inside and out. How you started your mornings, or how you handled your anger, watch you settle down for the night. He wanted to be apart of those aspects of your life. To understand your little habits, your isms, and know your ways of speech enough that he finds himself saying them.

☁ If you knew you would've called him a hopeless romantic while pinching one of his cheeks with that same cheeky grin you always wore to hide when you were too flustered to think straight. He had no reason to really hide how long he's had a 'big, stinkin' crush' on you, but it felt nice to keep it to his chest for now. Close and safe and a happy little secret.

☁ Watching you now, he knows that the feeling has always been there, but where it was one an electric thing that lit up his nerves and made his stomach flutter with butterflies, it's now a softer comfort that eases his mind and soothes his weary soul.

☁ He doesn't really remember when it happened, nor does he care to know. It's always been you for him, only bolstered when he got to know Astro and Sprout. But you were first.

☁ He remembered more than most of the other toons of the pre-break. Nothing large or substantial, but small moments. Moments spent with you that he would ache to remember fully during his time as a twisted, clawing at his bad eye as he yowled at the pain blooming from the thought of loosing you.

☁ He remembers learning to bake with you, way before he was worth any nickel with his baking and hearing you laugh over his failed attempts. He remembers the hum of a tune you made while you took great care in placing new sprinkles in his icing every other day. He remembers the weight of your hand as you pull him into another adventure, sneaking past Ciara to pull some sort of prank.

☁ He remembers the quiver of your back as you sobbed into his chest, burrowed into his sweater to muffle to sounds of your cries as he soothed you to the best of his ability.

☁ They sit in the back of his head, a constant prodding at him if the quiet lasts too long. It was why he needed the reminder of the several blankets if he went to bed earlier than the rest of you. He needed to be grounded, to have that weight around him to remind him that he was no longer left ambling uselessly, half-blind and doing nothing but thinking, and thinking, and remembering and thinking.

☁ He groans, rolling his shoulders back before switching his stretching position, laying on his back and pulling his left knee to lay on his right side- feeling at least four things crack, making him groan. You were across the way, headphones on and your feet pounding on one of the treadmills. You were keeping good track of your improvement as a runner since distracting, moreso since your recovery. It seemed almost manic the way you would track every minute, every second, timing yourself and the distance you could make.

☁ It was both uplifting to see and oh so disheartening.

☁ it was no secret that Sprout had the most stamina out of all of you, it was a fact you all were very well acquainted with, however it seemed recently you had taken that as a personal challenge. You kept pushing yourself whenever the two of you went on jogs, always yearning to not only be faster but out last Sprout, even if he shot you worried glances.

☁ Cosmo knew that Sprout had no interest in becoming a distractor. Astro knew this. Sprout had made this explicitly clear to everyone when Vee had tried mentioning that he could do more than the brief save should a twisted become lose. He had no want or interest in becoming a distractor. That would be taking resources from you, he would say. You knew this as well. So none of them could understand this sudden need to just...outdo him.

☁ Sprout had brought up his concern about this one night while you all were doing your weekly check in and while you gave him a smile that seemed to ease his worries, Cosmo caught the flicker in your body. The shift of your weight. So miniscule and quick, a true blink and you miss it moment, he himself only caught it due to his years of learning you, your body, your reactions.

☁ It stuck him then and there. It may have been unconscious, but something was bother you. Maybe it had yet to fully manifest, but it was something that your hindbrain was already raising as a red flag.

☁ But you were so determined to be what you once were, pushing yourself further and further. Anything to be more than what you are. That determination burned so bright, sparking like it's own personal show.

☁ Ginger had once compared you to a phoenix. He wasn't sure she knew the entire legend of the phoenix, but every time that same scene flashes behind his eyes, of your gaping features as your side was hit, he wonders if she actually knew more than she let on.

☁ Phoenix's burned out, even if they came back brighter than ever. There's a part of Cosmo that whispers you won't. That you are as ethereal as ever and that turning was a flickering in your smoldering flame.

☁ Switching sides, he knows better than to believe that something as easy as being turned would make you burnout. No, it would be something much deeper.

☁ He clocked it in the elevator as well, watching your anger bubble and burn even when they all thought he wouldn't notice. He did. He does. He notices.

☁ He notices the little things in all of you. Astro refuses to extend all of his arms at the same time and when he cries, he hides his face. He doesn't drink anything unless it has a straw. And he absolutely refuses to touch his own cheeks. The only ones really who are allowed are you, Cosmo and Sprout.

☁ Sprout's are harder, but no less there. He keeps his right side angled to the other toons and favors said side. He went from a rather ambidextrous individual to right exclusive and keeps the end of his scarf tucked into his sweater- that is, if he wears it at all. Some days it's too much and he simply leaves it behind. He also compulsively watches where he steps and is exceptionally anal if one of you trips.

☁ But you? Cosmo can see you desperately clinging to the life you previously lived, refusing to let even the smallest part go, even if he sees your hands shake every time you reach for one of the toons.

☁ Breathing out the last few seconds, he gives a final pull to his stretch before sitting up. You upped the speed, he noticed. It's higher than it's ever been, even at your peak. You look like your struggling but keeping your footing. If barely.

☁ He should stop you. But the way you're running is desperate. It's like your back in that run and rushing at Vee. You aren't crying, but the visible distress on your face pushes Cosmo to stand and approach, carefully knocking on the control panel. You barely glance his way, waving slightly before continuing. He glances at the clock.

☁ You've been at this for his entire workout, already on it by the time he came in.

☁ In the second it takes for him to read the time you've been on the blasted machine, you lose the little control you had. Your hand slaps the arms of the treadmill as your foot falls too far back, the safety key pulling itself free and slowing the equipment as you place your raised foot on the side part.

☁ Cosmo's right there right away, catching you from collapsing. You lean your weight onto him, and sobs are already choking you before he can even ask.

☁ Your mumbling an assortment of things too fast for him to really comprehend, but he tries, picking select things out to focus on. You're angry. You're upset. You're frustrated about your lack of progress. You're...scared.

☁ One thing he manages to pick up is the continuous of "Not again, almost did it again, not again-"

☁ In a practiced habit that's practically muscle memory at this point when he picks you up, sinking to his butt with a dull thud and crossing his legs to properly cradle you. Your head is tucked into his shoulder, close enough you can cling to the soft notes he hums.

☁ It's a slow process to ease you back to a state where you can articulate how you're feeling, but one Cosmo is, unfortunately, well acquainted with. Rubbing your back, he waits for your hands to retract from his sweater before daring to utter anything.

☁ "What's your color?" Is all he says.

☁ You pause, hiccup, sniffle and wipe your eyes. "Yellow."

☁ He nods, taking this into account. "Okay." Is what he begins with before taking your hands in his and flipping them so your palm is facing up. One by one, he prods each of your paw pads, gently counting. One he counts all of them, he starts over and does it again. Then again. And again. Then, you join in. You skip a number every now and then, but when you're able to keep up smoothly, he finishes with a kiss to your temple.

☁ "Color?"

☁ "...Green." You mutter with a deep breath. He nods at this again, gently rubbing his thumbs into the flesh of your thighs. The muscles are tight and tense, unrelenting which will make you sore tomorrow. "What're you feeling, pudding?"

☁ You take a moment to collect your thoughts, fiddling with your sportswear. "Frustrated." You finally say. "With myself."

☁ It isn't a surprising revelation, but still makes Cosmo pause. Before he can even think of something to say though, you're pulling away and scrambling to the trashcan, ducking your head deep enough he worries you'll fall in. He's by your side in a heartbeat, gently pulling anything that gets in the way back with soothing hums and rubbing your back. He'll make a note of this trashcan and take it out later, but for now, he lets you do what you need to do. He's honestly surprised it's taken this long given how long you were running, but he's guessing your internal systems were waiting for your adrenaline to crash.

☁ It leaves you sobbing again and he picks you up this time, cradling you to his chest as he makes his way to your room. Sprout and Astro are supposedly in there and if nothing else, Cosmo knows the extra people will help him help you, if not help you directly.

☁ They're cuddled up in the bed with Sprout laying on Astro's chest, playing with two of the celestial's hands while the other flick through Sprout's leaves. Both immediately sit up at the sight of you, easily making space for Cosmo to sit between them. Astro's already brushing a hand along your forehead while Sprout grabs one of your hands. "What happened?" The berry asks, noting the scrapes on your one knee.

☁ "Hard day." Is what Cosmo responds with, settling enough he can hand you his pillow. You cling to it, holding it to your chest. It takes a moment before you let out a shaky breath. "I-...I'm not-..." You struggle to articulate your words properly for a moment, hiding in the pillow for a long moment before returning. "I am frustrated with myself. I-...I don't think I'm getting better in the way I want to."

☁ Astro looks at Cosmo for a moment, trusting the cake roll to take the lead since he seems to understand how to help you best. But Cosmo simply let you be, letting you explain exactly what was going on without speaking for you.

☁ Sprout opens his mouth, not quite having the same manners, but stalls as your own voice cuts through. "I understand it takes time, but I think I'm taking steps backwards. What happened with Teagan the other day, I-" You stall, eyes glazing over for a second. "I shouldn't have done that."

☁ You all have gone over this situation a number of times, explaining the feelings that were happening during that time, but there was the sense that there was always some piece missing. You weren't quick to anger, and even while the situation was scary, you admitted you felt your reaction was...a lot, even after Astro had been placed in a much safer area.

☁ "I didn't...feel like myself. I felt like I did when I was-...When I was a twisted. Like I was back in that mind frame and focusing on nothing but the anger." You hold your hands out in front of you. Your nails need to be trimmed. They've been growing differently since. "I think I'm going about this in the wrong way, but I don't know any other one. I'm not... the same. That much is obvious-"

☁ "Bud," Sprout begins, but your shake your head. "It's not just that. It's a whole selection of things. I still can't see Astro like I used too, seeing Brightney in dark rooms irks me more than I like to admit, I can't even sneak up on anyone anymore!" You exclaim before deflating. "I'm more twisted than any of you. And I hate it. I want to be like I was before."

☁ You're crying. You're crying heavy, full tears, but they don't seem to be of anguish. They seem to be of relief as you finally explain the heavy stones that seem be a common partner in your gut these days.

☁ Cosmo continues being a heavy support for you, hushing your wails softly. The pieces begin to click into pace, one after another. You don't feel you are progressing since you were so hyperfixated on being a twisted all over again. It hurts his heart, deeply, and judging by the faces Sprout and Astro are making, they feel the same, but flounder on how to help.

☁ Cosmo has known you a long, long time. He's known you isms, your dreams, and your biggest fears. Back then, he was the only other one you went to for support other than yourself. You two could only find solace in each other, clinging to each other like loosening your grip would take the other away entirely.

☁ But this isn't then. It's not longer just the two of you.

☁ So he looks at them. They look at him. He nods to you. They can't just be him when it comes to supporting you. They need to figure out their own way to support you.

☁ Sprout opens his mouth again. "I did...notice your eyes, when that whole thing with Teagan. I worried, but trusted you had it under control. Which you did. I'm not...scared of you becoming anything more than who you are now." He explains softly, bringing his leafy tail over so you can play with it. "Nothing ever stays the same. And I don't think we can expect it to. So I think it's unfair to yourself to think it will."

☁ "I think you've done remarkably, personally." Astro adds, now mindlessly smoothing down your fur. "Honestly, I probably would've done worse."

☁ "And he doesn't even have the excuse of being turned twice." Cosmo scoffs making you sniffle as you giggle. Astro takes this as a good sign, giving a faux affronted gape as he throws two of his hands up. "If that's what it takes to put Teagan in her place!"

☁ "You cannot hit Teagan, oh my god-" You snicker, dragging your hands down your face. You can't lie and say you don't feel a little silly about how easily they defuse feelings that have keep you laying away and staring at the ceiling at night. At least now you know there are 49 glow in the dark stars on the roof that you had put up there as a surprise for Astro. You thought there was more.

☁ With a final breath, you sit up, and Cosmo lets you, smiling as you lean back onto his chest. Normalcy has settled again, even if he's sure there's more that'll come. But just as he was then, he'll be there for you again.

☁ Still, just to ensure your mind gets off it, he pokes a sleeping bear. "Did you guys hear what Glisten did?"

☁ You take the bait, eagerly turning to Sprout and Astro, happily exclaiming, "HE KISSED GOOB-"

☁ Cosmo hides his chuckle in your back at the gasps ring out and the other two are immediately demanding details.

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katerinaaqu · 5 hours ago

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"My Athena" also means "my design" and again because apparently when someone speaks "the wrong opinion" get bullied allow me to say it again;

I have nothing against the artist

In fact I watch the artist, I praised their art many times and I supported the artist when people came for their head but once the artist asks which version of the art we prefer and I said this because it responds better to Greek standards for their gods...

Oh the horror!

Suddenly I am the bad guy and also responding to another person that calls gods "fictional characters" which they are not Suddenly again made me attacking the artist which I wasn't lol. I responded to the person that responded to me but of course I am the bad guy again.

Also just in case it escapes you my friend

I am literally Greek

And no I do not mean "of Greek descent" nor of "Greek lineage" nor "of Greek nationality". I am literally fucking born raised and established in Greece by Greek parents grandparents great grandparents and so on and so forth so allow me to know very well how Greeks look like thank you very much

Which is why as I elaborated to the person that replied to me (again NOT the artist) that the Greeks painted their gods as THE IDEAL for them aka pale skin and preferably pale hair and eyes exactly because it was not as usual for someone to have ultra pale hair in Greece (even if light brown or borderline blondish hair is not uncommon especially on the north and Central Greece) which AGAIN was the reason for my choice

Also I find it funny how you say "they are not ultra pale or ultra dark" so either way is fine but apparently me explaining why the first choice seems to me that fits better to the ancient greek standards somehow is not fine.

Also I love the comment that "is not like they were historically respectful because they colonized" here we go with the usual "colonizing" argument so "yeah serves you right for colonizing" like that is literally not how it works. With the same logic every culture did something to a neighboring one and established themselves throughout history which is also part of the importance of the depiction of each region. How people depict their gods and goddesses even those imported from other religions (thus my mention of Isis)

Which is again why also respecting cultures is important. You will never see me depicting goddesses Isis red haired and pale just because a statue of hers in Greece was depicted as such. I will depict her as Egyptians envisioned her. Likewise I would do for any other culture like Chinese Japanese etc

Which again has NOTHING to do with the artist. It has to do with why I choose what I chose

And again it is incredible how my opinion on this is questioned while sure everything else that supports a mainstream media is fine and then when someone comes attacking me and I reply as to why I choose what I chose again I AM the bad guy? Okay.

Who said that the movie 300 is a good film? Like most of people I was dealing with trashtalked it or faced it as a joke because of how badly it had depicted ACTUAL history also what is your aeguement here? "Some people did like it therefore your opinion here doesn't matter"? Since when? Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and I have even had various disagreements with professors of mine in university because they supported wrong in my opinion ideas even straight out historical inaccuracies (I have seen a feminist professor speaking on how corsets were torture devices when she was generalizing the tight lacing which was not the norm) so again what is the point here? People having different opinions? Wow.

Of course you can as long as you do it to everyone. Would you depict a native American deity as Asian? Sure. Would you depict an African deity as Japanese as well and claim the same thing? Because like I said I am mostly concerned with the double standards going on around and honestly i love it again how I am the one being attacked for literally doing what this post asked

Stating my preference...and my preference being linked to historical and cultural evidence is somehow problematic or odd...

Wow 👌🏻

Redesigned my Athena.

#it is up to you if you wanna consider religion “fiction” but again i love the double standards #that some “fiction” is free game and some other “fiction” is literally death sentence to tamper with.

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archivalofsins · 2 days ago

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I do have thoughts on how the situation between Mu and Haruka is being discussed.

I believe it's a bit disingenuous to behave as though Mu didn't know Haruka was getting worse and I just want to lay out why it is I feel that way. To be frank it simply doesn't align with anything we heard from Mu in her second voice drama or the things she was displayed as saying and doing within the Portal Timeline. As I am a petty individual I would say it's a stretch of canon to say she did anything other than what she said she'd do.

Which was nothing but support Haruka in his choice as his friend,

Mu Queen B 13:16

"Isn't it exactly because he's my friend? isn't friendship about letting your friends do the stuff they want?"

Though let's go a bit further back for a second how do we know that Mu was aware Haruka was planning to do something that would end his life? Well because she told us and she told us a good while ago in fact,

Mu Queen B 12:36s,

"Ah, but if you don't forgive me Haruka-kun will die. So, I think it'd be best not to do that." ...! [bell tolls] So you've heard about that nonsense too? "Mhm. Haruka-kun told me."

Literally her saying that last thing should be the nail in the coffin for presenting this situation as something Mu wasn't aware of. Because she was told by Haruka himself that if she was voted Guilty he would do lethal harm to himself. This is the first reason why I believe anyone behaving as though there is any chance Mu did not know Haruka planned to do this is either acting dishonestly or simply has not been paying attention.

Well, Gunsli maybe she knew he planned to harm himself but she didn't know how he was going to do it. Haruka didn't even know himself yet he was still trying to figure it out. That's fair. However, Mu still could have told the other prisoners that Haruka planned to do harm to himself just to be safe if she didn't want him to do that or just told him she didn't want him to do that. I guess that's neither here or there though.

Let's just keep walking down this-

Wow; I literally can't even say this is a road, bridge or anything someone is meant to walk on... What the fuck is this? Alright. This imaginary pathway certain people insist on telling those around them really exists despite it not aligning with anything that has occurred thus far. Yeah, I'll believe for a second this is the case and Mu just didn't know even though Haruka told her he would end his life if she was guilty and she would be the first to know if she was guilty.

Not even touching on the landmine of how Haruka would find out she was guilty to begin with. It was possibly when they were restrained after the verdicts but he implies he knew earlier than that when they're talking in the timeline on his birthday in 2023.

Still forgetting all of that maybe Mu didn't know how Haruka would do it.

She still knew he had the intent to harm himself and what her verdict was to her own admission. Then did nothing to even try to dissuade him from harming himself over the course of the portal timeline,

Trial Three Website Voice Lines

2: "You said you’d forgive me. You told me that you would forgive me! Just changing what you think on a whim, you really are the worst." 4: "What are you going to do about this? Haruka-kun died. Hey, guard. You knew this would happen, right?""

"Ah, but if you don't forgive me Haruka-kun will die. So, I think it'd be best not to do that."

The first time she brought him food she even stated that he had to eat it properly meaning she recognized he was not eating and persisted in telling people she had it handled anyway and that he was fine,

23/06/22 (Haruka’s Birthday)

Mu: Haruka-kun, I brought your food. Are you still alive? Has any mould started growing? Haruka: ……ah, thank you very much. Mu-san. Sorry, um…… I…… Mu: You shouldn’t just lock yourself in your room all day. You have to eat your food properly. Hm, well…… I do understand why you’re feeling down. It feels bad. The atmosphere recently Haruka: Um, I’m totally fine…… Just a bit, I’m thinking, about how to do it. What to do, what to do, to…… fulfil my promise. For Mu-san’s sake……

So, even the fact that he was not eating properly was something she knew long before any of the other prisoners or even us as the audience knew.

Hell, in this timeline Haruka brings up that he's thinking about how to do it. How to end his own life to keep his promise to her and she says nothing to dissuade him from it. While knowing full and well what he's talking about because again she told us he told her.

"Mhm. Haruka-kun told me."

These are the facts from her own mouth.

This is the sequence of events. I do not believe this is a difficult set of circumstances to follow or look into but they are easy things for people to purposely misconstrue. In a way that I can only consider to be an attempt to make Mu sound more considerate than her actions and own words display her as being.

Hell I know for certain that some overzealous individual is going to get in their feelings and go,

"Well Jackalope said in the trial three commencement notice that Mu has trouble putting her emotions into words. He said 'She doesn’t know where or what her feelings are. She just lacks the skills to put them into words, but a human such as she, is quite complicated.'. Maybe this means Mu really did care about Haruka and just didn't know the proper way to express that or how to handle the situation."

One I'm not arguing against that.

I am however arguing what does that have to do with Haruka dying and the words she did say throughout the entire time he was slowly wasting away in his cell from starvation? Like I don't care about how she's feeling about it now when all is said and done. Because while Haruka was starving himself she was having people praise her for bringing him food she knew he wasn't eating?

Because again the first time she brought the food to him she verbally noted he was not eating properly. So the timeline and again Mu's own statements portray that she was aware Haruka was not eating from the onset.

Yet, continued to tell people things such as,

"I’ve been bringing all his meals to him so he should be fine. Isn’t that great of me?" - [Milgram Portal Timeline-23/07/05 (Mu’s Birthday)] "I’ve been taking his food to him like this every day. Isn’t that great of me?" - [Milgram Portal Timeline- 24/06/22 (Haruka’s Birthday)]

However a lot of people want to spin it as though Mu went through something just as tragic as what Yuno went through.

That she spent months trying to do right by someone and help them get better just to have them die.

It's a pretty easy story to want to spin for Mu's character. Especially when the parties telling it have a vested interest in ignoring certain information. Simply because they want to see the best in someone to validate themselves regardless of how that someone has consistently behaved.

Even her saying you have to eat has been twisted around to say she was telling him to eat so she was really trying to help him and tell him not to do this through saying that. This was her showing concern for Haruka. When what it is- Is definitive proof that while no one else knew Haruka wasn't eating until they found him starved to death or near starved to death Mu did know.

How could she not have known.

She was bringing him food everyday. She saw him every day. Starvation isn't something that can go unnoticed. People will literally lose weight. They will get thinner. There's no way to starve gracefully. Heck it's not even that difficult to tell when someone isn't eating their food.

Definitely not in Mu's case because again it is something she noted he was not doing on June 22, 2023,

"You have to eat your food properly."

Mu Kusunoki to Haruka Sakurai on June 22, 2023 far long before he starved to death.

Now logistically what could she have done? It's not like she could have forced him to eat. What could she have done outside of saying hey you should eat properly?

Well you see there's this thing called an intervention. There's this thing called telling people there's a problem. There's this thing called when multiple people give someone the opportunity to tell them that something is going wrong and another person needs help far beyond what they can provide doing that.

Something Mu was given chances to do but decided to instead assure people that Haruka was fine and she was taking him his food every day. Stating and implying to them that he's being taken care of and eating properly through her statements. Because she's showing them the food, the plates, and saying this is what she's doing.

Why would they not believe her?

Now there's discussions around the fact that anyone within Milgram could have taken some time to go into Haruka's cell and check on them their selves. However, that takes us back to Mu as well because Futa and Shidou asked Mu if Haruka was alright because she was going there every day and they may not have wanted to barge into Haruka's space. This is just a polite thing to do. Since Mu assured them that he was in fact fine and look he's eating see I just took him this then possibly showed them an eaten plate of food-

What the fuck were they supposed to do? Go,

"LIAR- He's starving himself in there isn't he?!"

Shove Mu to the ground barge into Haruka's room and go,

"Haruka we're here to save you this is an intervention. You will have three meals a day like the rest of us and water. Then we will walk daily and start you on communications counseling because this isn't healthy physically or mentally. Kajiyama grab his legs we're taking him to the dining hall."

And force fed him like Curly is Mouthwashing. No, that would be wild. Just believe her. The fuck why would they not believe her? Fuck I would have believed her too. Like okay I believe you that's your friend. The fuck you gotta lie for. If you say you're taking him food then I believe you and I have other things to do but if this continues I'll go in there to check myself eventually.

At the end of the day she knew Haruka wasn't eating she noted that. All to then not get anyone to intervene or help in any way. In fact she assured people time and time again even after Haruka was probably dead that he was fine.

23/07/05 (Mu’s Birthday)

Futa: Oi, you. Is he ok? He’s not even left his room lately. Mu: You mean Haruka-kun? Hmm. Yeah, probably. I’ve been bringing all his meals to him so he should be fine. Isn’t that great of me? Futa: Hah? Who the hell says that sort of thing about themself. ……ah, no, well, right now I understand a bit. When you’re feeling down, it’s nice to have someone who relies on you and accepts you. The rest of us can’t really understand you from where we’re standing. But well, if you’re Haruka’s “salvation” then I guess it really is great. Mu: Salvation……? I don’t know what you mean. Futa-kun, you don’t sound like yourself. Did you hit your head or something? Oh, wait, you actually did, didn’t you. Ahaha. Ah, putting that aside though, did you know it’s my birthday today?

24/06/22 (Haruka’s Birthday)

Shidou: ……I’m worried about Sakurai-kun. I haven’t seen him around in a while. You’ve been talking with him, right? Mu: He’s fine. Here, look. I’ve been taking his food to him like this every day. Isn’t that great of me? Shidou: Yes, very. I’m sorry I’ve been leaving it to you to look after him. Usually, that would be the job of us adults, and yet we’re leaving you with the burden. Mu: Don’t worry about it. After all, me and Haruka-kun are friends.

Something that goes straight back to what Mu said she would do in regards to Haruka threatening his own life. Again it's not Mu's fault he's dead I don't consider suicide murder and neither does Milgram. Haruka choose to take himself out and that's a choice I've gotta respect. Nobody forced him to make that threat or follow through on it.

Yet no one stopped him either. Milgram, Es, the audience or Mu. None of those things stopped him from doing that or even attempted to.

Mu's defenders can't have their cake and eat it too. They can't say it's the audience fault for not voting Mu innocent and stopping Haruka because Mu didn't stop Haruka either.

Like Mu said,

Mu Queen B 13:05s

You know about it and you're not trying to stop him? Haruka, that is?

"Why would I?"

"Haruka-kun says that's what he wants, so there's nothing I can do, right?" But you're calling him your friend.

Yeah Mu, you're right. That's what Haruka wanted to attach his life to and die for. Nothing we could've done about it. Es didn't make him threaten himself. The audience didn't either. We should just respect the choices he made to get himself to that conclusion.

Heck at least he got to choose how he went out. That's more than Shidou and Mahiru got.

The last timeline we see with him even supports this,

24/04/19 (Futa’s Birthday)

Futa: ––Hey, are you really ok with this? If you come with me, there’s a chance you can be saved too…… Haruka. Haruka: Yeah…… I’ve made my mind up. I have, something, that I have to do. Futa: Ah, is that right…… Haruka, you know, you’re an idiot. There’s no way…… that will save you…… Haruka: Yeah, thank you. I’m glad you came to talk to me, Futa. Um, thank you, for being so kind. Really. But, I’m sorry. This is all I’m able to do……

All those times she brought food and she never offered him a way out of that promise. She never said this is how you can get out of this. This is how you can move forward with me too. You're life doesn't have to end here. No the person who did that? Who was it again?

Was it the person that brought meals there everyday. That people are trying to jump through hoops to say couldn't notice someone starving right in front of them. Even though that someone was a person she'd been attached to at the hip prior. She could notice when he wasn't making eye contact or distracted by something,

22/06/22 (Haruka’s Birthday)

Mu: What’s wrong, Haruka-kun? Did something happen? You shouldn’t look away like that when you’re together with me. Haruka: Ah, s-sorry, Mu-san. Um…… No, it’s nothing. I just, suddenly got a feeling. That something is about to happen. Mu: Isn’t that because it’s your birthday? Or perhaps it’s a sign the guard is about to wake up again soon? Fufufu, I bet they’ll be really surprised at a lot of things. Haruka: That, might be true. But, I want the the guard to see. ……the new, me…….

But not a change in his weight. She's not observant enough to recognize the signs of starvation. Even though she went there every day with food. Alright, sure I believe you.

You know I'm not even mad at Mu because Haruka is dead. I'm mad at Mu because Haruka died for someone who no matter how much I comb through the facts did not give one fuck about him. To the point that the last notable thing Haruka did was not thank Mu for being kind to him didn't even thank her for that once if we're being honest but someone else.

Who even while going through the shit he did and saying he didn't have the luxury to bother being concerned about him. Was the first to ask if he was okay. Was the first to check in with the person he saw as being closest to Haruka to just check if he was alright. Then when the situation persisted went in there himself to check on his own birthday.

Just to be meet with what exactly. I was curious about what Futa saw that made him seem so panicked. Curious about how Haruka had done it. But now we know he went in there and saw a shell of person thin, starved, on the brink of death. Probably not too different from how Mikoto's trial three art looks at this point.

And he pleaded with Haruka to just leave be saved some other way. Like damn sure Amane's religion makes him vegan but at least he's eating. It's something I really can't let go it's not murder of course. Mu didn't kill Haruka with her barehands she didn't even kill him at all. But it's just the idea of going to same place every day with the thing that could save someone's life and knowing they're not taking it. All while again and again assuring people it's fine I'm taking him the thing.

"Isn’t that great of me?"

#milgram #haruka sakurai #fuuta kajiyama #muu kusunoki

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My hot take is that Laura -sheltered and unable to fathom a girl liking a girl or not- has at least a bit of possessive and jealous streak,

The first times Carmilla would be passionately declaring that Laura shall be hers for ever, Laura would say: "I remind you perhaps of someone whom you love; but you must not, I hate it;"

Laura declares Carmilla romantic, and that she's sure that Carmilla's backstory will be about "some one great romance." She's fishing for information on her live life.

After Carmilla replies to that with a kiss, Laura doesn't falter, and presses on: “I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.” In context with the first bullet point, Laura would Not be happy with that.

Carmilla's reply that she has never fallen in love before could potentially have a reassuring tone. It certainly seems to subdue Laura enough to allow her be more amorous right away.

A lil bit of "If I'm to belong to you, it better be only me." "And also to be your first love" a lil bit of high-class demand, a lil bit of "You better not be using me for distraction while thinking of a boy". But with the tone she was raised with.

I could see that, yeah. Experiencing her first crush or no, Laura doesn't want to foolishly stumble into something with a paramour who's seeing someone else behind her back. Irony in the making, honestly

Good news, she's not cheating on or with you!

Laura: :)

Bad news, she is seeing other girls.

Laura: :(

Good news, it's not for romantic reasons!

Laura: :)

Bad news, check your local obituaries.

Laura: 8(

#dating scene's rough in gothic horror vampire territory #what can you do #carmilla #laura #re: carmilla

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Peter smiles at you — grin so wide it’s unnatural, feverish blue of his eyes glimmering with phantom heart-shaped reflections. Like your existence alone is reason enough to be ecstatic.

Peter is always there, somehow, miraculously he’s nearby and yeah, the town sure is small, what a coincidence that is, don’t you think, darling? At least he can reach for you the higher shelves in the supermarket and help when your bag gets torn and give you a ride home (he gets you back and you don’t realise until later that he didn’t ask for your address).

Fate sure is mysterious, isn’t it, love?

Peter who doesn’t tell his name immediately, his giggles so girly it would be endearing if he didn’t tower over you at all times, fingers twitching to reach out and touch-touch-touch.

Hug and hold you, sink long thin fingers in your soft giving flesh, get knuckle deep in the wet heat of yours, get handfuls of you in both palms.

The urge so strong he has to actually take a step back, smile a little wider, eyes a little more manic. Thought pounding inside his skull like someone forces a nail down. Touch-touch-touch.

Just this once, just for a moment, just a little bit.

But he never does. Can’t seem to eager, can’t make bad first impression, can’t he?

Should keep himself in check or he risks slipping a little too early and then you won’t be going anywhere.

He simply won’t be able to let you go, that would be impossible, darling, he just can’t, okay? You gotta be careful too or you risk meeting the side of him you may be not ready to see.

Peter brings you bouquets and single roses, his fluency in flower language layering every his gift with hidden meanings and hidden meanings of hidden meanings because the language is dubious at best but somehow he seems to be getting his point across perfectly.

Peter who is there when your dates stand you up, when they leave you waiting and never arrive, not even bothering with “sorry, change of plans”. He is gentle and sweet — candy floss melting on your teeth, his eyes melting you.

Peter is soft taunts and high pitched giggles when you finally laugh, your eyes crinkling in the corners and oh, this is bad. He’s in too deep.

Peter whose hand gets draped over your shoulders, lips pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head, jokes a little darker, smiles a tad more relaxed.

“— He asked me to come to the garden and then, next thing I know — he’s nowhere to be found. Can you imagine? I never found him there.

— Have you tried to dig, darling?”

His joke sits in your head for the next few weeks, his joke an ominous warning you will remember in the next few years because Peter is not going anywhere.

Peter fills up every available space in your life, soaking through your routines, slotting himself inside of your existence.

He’s there for college graduation and internships, for work and grocery shopping, for rent payments and dinners and movie nights and amusement park rides and bookshop dates and—

Peter is everywhere and all at once, he’s the new best friend, best guy, best emergency contact.

Best boyfriend. Your boyfriend, darling.

Peter whose existence cancels out everyone else’s, who takes so much time there is not much left to anyone else. These people should be more understanding to you if they want to be your friends, darling.

The rope around your neck tightening with every executive decision he makes, memory of his dark joke that doesn’t leave you no matter what.

Have you tried to dig, darling?

Peter who’s there for birthdays and Christmas celebrations and independence days and Valentines and 8th of March and everything else.

Every day, every hour, every your breathing moment he slowly fills up until there is nowhere else to go.

Until you notice that you haven’t been out with anyone but him in months, your friends no longer texting, no one checking in with you, some contacts simply vanishing, chats getting deleted.

You know, darling if there is no more space to go he’ll have to make some.

After all, what’s so wrong with pushing few unnecessary people out? He’s all you need, he’s everything you would ever want, isn’t he, darling?

Peter who smiles and kisses you in the mornings, his hands now always on you, his fingers intertwined with yours — he hooked and sank you before you realised he was dragging you down, water filling your lungs, his eyes — feverish blue with heart-shaped reflections.

Have you tried to dig, darling?

Peter never leaves and never lets you leave, sending you Pinterest boards with wedding ideas and measuring your ring finger. Winter or spring, darling? He bets you would look gorgeous no matter the season but the future spouse surely has to have a say in the matter.

Peter doesn’t see need for big guest lists because after all he is there and you are there. No need for too many people and too many eyes and too many chances to lose you in the crowd. That just won’t do.

Peter is sweet candy floss on your teeth, sugar grinding you down, rope tightening until you can’t breathe and can’t scream. Trap clapping shut, his ring shining on your finger, his eyes crinkling with excitement.

You are his forever. He is yours always.

You come back to the same fucking garden your years-old date never came to. Same garden he picked you up from, always so conveniently close, always on the periphery of your life until you loosened your guard and let him in.

There is a new bush in there — lilies blooming so hard your eyes water from intense cloying smell.

Lilies that never were there before, old dark joke pounding from inside your skull, Peter’s hands wrapping around your waist as he grins down at you. Like you two share a secret no one else knows about

Have you tried to dig, darling? Would you like to start now?

#yb fandom #yb game #yb peter #your boyfriend visual novel #your boyfriend peter #your boyfriend game #girl.snippets #yb peter x y/n #peter x reader #your boyfriend yn #your boyfriend Peter x you

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