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frudoo ยท 2 days ago
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Iโ€™ve only had your baker! simon for one day and I already know that I would cause mass destruction if something happened to him ๐Ÿ˜ no but seriously such a cute and fun read I loved it thank you so much for sharing!
He is my BABY and I am obsessed <3
Part 2 of this!
Warnings: Simon is healing ๐Ÿค Fem!Reader.
Simonโ€™s heart skips a beat. Itโ€™s a scam, itโ€™s got to be. No way such a pretty woman would dare talk to him, business move or not. Although, the more he looks through your profile and sees the amount of posts youโ€™re tagged in, itโ€™s easy to conclude that you are, in fact, real. Regardless, heโ€™s still wary as he finally begins typing out a response.
โ€” No charge? Sounds too good to be true. Whatโ€™s the catch?
Maybe a little harsh, but heyโ€”can never be too careful nowadays. If thereโ€™s one thing the military instilled in him, itโ€™s to trust nobody. Simon flops down onto his couch, fingers anxiously tapping along his knee as he watches you type, the ellipses disappearing and reappearing again. He wonders if youโ€™re just as nervous as he is, but if that were the case, surely you wouldnโ€™t have contacted him first.
โ€” No catch, I promise! No offense, itโ€™s just that your pictures are a little grainy and I donโ€™t believe they act as a great showcase for your talent. Really, I just want to show you how pretty your treats can look on camera!
Simon sucks his teeth stubbornly. He knows his pictures arenโ€™t the best, but fucking hell, must everybody point it out? Heโ€™s about to type a scathing response and block you, but another message pops up beneath your previous one.
โ€” Please, just a chance. Weโ€™re in the same area, so I can just come to you, wherever you want me.
A heavy sigh escapes the big man. His therapist has been telling him heโ€™s too uptight, suggesting that he should balance out his peace by stepping out of his comfort zone once in a while. Besides, whenโ€™s the last time a sweet girl has given him the light of day? Heโ€™d be a fool to pass up this opportunity. Simon pinches the crooked bridge of his nose, trying to talk some sense into himself. Itโ€™s not like itโ€™s a date, simply just two businesses helping each other out. If it doesnโ€™t work, he never has to see you again.
Yeah, that sounds good. If everything goes up in flames, he can simply block you and move on with his life, continuing to post shitty pictures of his desserts. His thumbs twitch before tapping the screen once again.
โ€” Youโ€™ve beat it out of me. When are you available?
Your response comes faster than he can blink.
โ€” Saturday?
Two days. That gives him plenty of time to prepare (and maybe get Price to order an extensive background check on you). Simon can do that, no problem.
โ€” I can be ready for you by about half 11.
Ready for you? Fucksโ€™ sake, what is this? Sheโ€™s not a bloody prostitute.
โ€” That sounds good! Just send me your address day of. Iโ€™m looking forward to it!! :)
Simon smiles. Simon smiles, and he doesnโ€™t even realize it. If he did, he would fix it immediatelyโ€”but he doesnโ€™t. Instead thereโ€™s a pep in his step when he stands from the couch, grabbing his journal and scribbling down his thoughts and ideas for what heโ€™ll make on Saturday. His therapist will be proud.
Simon allows himself to be proud as well.
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harzilla ยท 2 days ago
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More self aware concepts but humorous.
You end up in the world of Twst but every time you try to tell somebody your actual name you get censored out by some random background noise, a car horn(why is there a car on campus?) a random student running into a tree, Sebek yelling, Kalim's carpet crashing into the person you were talking to, etc... to the point that the others notice and certain troublemakers like Ace, Floyd, and Jade start doing it on purpose because they want to see how the universe censored you. About the fifth time it happens you turn into a mess of explicit language, much to the horror of Vil or Riddle. It turns out the only name you can give them is your in-game name. If you used your own name. You're good. Used the name Yuu? Not so bad. But if you have some hard to say or random numbers? Good luck. You're going to get mocked by Ace especially. Like you couldn't pick something cool at least?
Explaining the friendship system to them. Like trying to explain how the guestroom and sticker system work. The guys you give the stickers vary in reaction. The liars who act like it's no big deal but the stickers end up somewhere safe. The ones who react happy. Thank you, they love them! Then you got the "I would die for these stickers" group. They're gonna protect them so hard.
You got guys like Azul who openly brag "Why yes of course I have more stickers, the prefect is quiet intelligent when it comes to strategizing... blah blah blah. A couple people about ready to shove the stickers down his throat. Stickers end up in odd places. Trey's hat stand, Jack's dumbbell, Rook's quiver, one of Jade's terrariums, etc... Some of them have them tucked away in a box. Floyd walking around with one on his cheek because you drew an eel on it for him.
The guys being stuck doing the same dance routine five times in a row. What do you mean this is a game mechanic? Do they HAVE to perform this much?
You: Oh no I actually have all week but I like to get it all done in one go. Now we gotta do the "piece of my world" set three more times. Chop chop.
Them: Mercy....
You: Mercy is for the weak. Now keep dancing.
The guys be acting up and you're just tired of it.... So the particular trouble makers you pick for lessons. Azul or Jade pissed you off? Welcome to Hell flight class. The two start getting nervous because you know how much they dislike this class right? Then you look them dead in the eye as you bust out the candy jar from your pocket that extends the lessons. The smile you give them. There's no mercy behind those eyes. Azul is trying to figure out a hundred different ways to get you to sign a contract to never torture him with flight class again after you extend the time twice. Everybody knows that if you bring out that jar, nobody is spared. May the seven have mercy on their souls.
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azlovesem ยท 1 day ago
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I took the Crown Marilyn. Im funnier, deadlier, smarter, better than sny smerican whoโ€ฆ..ever fucon lived on my earth. Any if rm from any rat race anihilated. Left looking lacking any real credibility. Shes laughing. Marilyn wasnt too keen in the end on americsn men. She would have prferred me over any if you as well. Just like all uour hottest women today america. Thats not anyonevwho bited for trump. Yiure a fuxon tire bitn bitch. And ill have your fucon heads now please. Look at that fire love it. I like to watch you all burn doen there. Its as much as america deserves from God. Listen trump ya fat bump i font see sny duelers. Yiur yellow berrers coward ass bitch? Yiure vmbaby seals yelliw too. Yeah i fing like you fatty nonce. Epstein buddy. Any friend of yiurs is an enemy of God himself. Well then shut ip we ll fight you in the streets where. Stupid dpoiled cunt sint got no power. Ill kill every fuxon last kne of uour people. When start seeing thrm vanish ftom my earth know your time is coming to see God too. What happened to give us your tired huddled masses? They sint hot nowhere to ho nobody wants them. Thry dont evrn feel like theyre ghuman anymore or snyone cares at all. Shoot them all. Itll be kinder than what youre planning. Aint got the fuckn balls fatty or cant see them over the fat? Allow me its cruel to do what we are doing yo them. A dlow painful death is worse. Ill shoot them if you sint got no stomach. I know its more merciful thrn letting them feel forgotten and freeze in limbo. Its kinder to kill them sll then ehat you leople are pknnong. Ill do it line them up ill shoot every one of them myself.
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Marilyn Monroe on set in Nevada, 1960. Photo by Eve Arnold.
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luvvyouforever ยท 2 days ago
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i am my father's daughter - declan o'hara x rupert's daughter!reader
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synopsis: you knew you shouldn't be doing this, flirting with your dad's friend and business partner. but he's so irresistible!
content: age gap relationship (ages not specified), maud doesn't exist au, not very canon compliant just ignore it, nsfw themes, dbf trope, accidental tense switching (ignore it)
author's note: declan is sooooo hunky #needthat also this is a rather short piece but if you'd like to see a continuation of dbf declan, i would absolutely provide <3
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you're quite positive that nobody has looked as good in a t-shirt as declan o'hara does now in the front of the priory's living room, leading an open discussion about what is next for the budding production company. his biceps flex underneath the thin material when he lifts his arm in a gesture and despite your efforts to remain focused on the conversation at hand, it's difficult when all you've been able to think about since he moved in is declan.
for a month or two after he and his two daughters moved in, he had been the sole object of your daydreaming. he was so strong, so intelligent, so witty on the television, so...everything.
however, there was little that you could do on that front, considering the last name that appears on your birth certificate and the fact that rupert campbell-black, your father, and declan hated each other. it was a rather difficult watch, the night declan interviewed him, but with rupert bonding with declan over their love for their small families, it became much easier to slink your way into his presence. thankfully.
then, it became regular to see declan in your home, or to see you and rupert in his. he was hard to depart from, what with his deep, thick accented voice and his wavy hair he kept running his hands through, and that t-shirt, that damn t-shirt. you lived in pure, unending agony for a while, having to be so close to him all the time without being able to give in to this torturous desire.
but then he started blatantly running a large hand over your back as he passed behind you and then he started making eye contact with you across the room and then he helped you with car troubles where he stood tantalizingly close behind you while showing you how to check your oil.
your father doesn't need to know that you've kissed and made out with and sucked off his friend and business partner. right?
when declan finishes his speech in the front of the living room, he makes his way through the crowd to the table in the back with a few drinks and refreshments laid out by taggie where you just so happen to be standing.
his eye contact with you is unwavering as he comes closer and closer to you and there's a smirk growing on his lips.
"could you be any more obvious with your ogling there, dear?" he says quietly once he reaches your side.
you scoff, but you know what he's saying is true. "i wasn't doing anything of the sort, mr o'hara. i'm just admiring your leadership and passion for venturer, is all," you whisper.
he leans against the table, then, watching as the crowd before him mingle with each other, completely oblivious to the conversation happening between you and him. even your father seems to be swept up into conversation on the other side of the room. he turns his neck side-to-side, clearly aware of the way that his shoulders and back tense underneath the tight shirt. your eyes betray your previous statement as they immediately flick to the sight, then flick downwards.
he chuckles and takes the smallest of steps closer to you. "so you like the shirt, then, i take it?"
a small blush overtakes your cheeks and you refuse to meet his eye. suddenly, you feel his body tilt towards yours, lips just before your ear.
"i can let you take it off me if you come over tonight."
his deep voice reverberated through your body, sending chills down your neck and spine. subconsciously, your back arched from the table you were learning on and he let out another laugh.
a few hours later, you found yourself slipping quietly out of penscombe, positively giddy. the walk to the priory was one you had done plenty of times and you knew it like the back of your hand, really. slowly, the centuries old building came into view and several feet up the wall was a window with its lights still on. declan's.
as he'd done before, he met you at the back door of the home, one that leads into the kitchen, a smug look on his face.
"you took my offer quite readily," he said. his big frame leaned against the door and he crossed his arms. still adorning him was that damn t-shirt.
"as if you weren't kicking your feet waiting for me," you retort, then come to stand before him.
he shakes his head then and a sly smile tilts the corners of his mouth up. he removes his body from the frame and steps to the side to let you inside. as you pass him, a firm hand comes down on your ass, making a small yelp escape your lips.
you turn suddenly and shoot him a glare. he just pats you again, a gesture to keep you moving forward. "get on up there, little minx. before your daddy realizes where you've gone, huh?"
you turn then and head for the stairs that lead up to his bedroom. declan didn't have to tell you much twice.
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ceratedfish24 ยท 3 days ago
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I just saw someone say that Scott has a hard time saying that he loves his teammates. I- have you watched Scott? Scott โ€œโ€˜We donโ€™t need [ender]pearls, we already have the best Pearlโ€™ right to Pearlโ€™s faceโ€ Major? Scott โ€œsaying โ€˜I love youโ€™ isnโ€™t going to be a hard task for me cause thatโ€™s normal behavior for meโ€ Major? Scott โ€˜โ€œโ€˜the sweetheartโ€™ as deemed by Skizz, Impulse, and Grianโ€ Major? Scott โ€œโ€˜I love you, say it backโ€™โ€ Major?????????? Scott the most loving person on the server other than maybe Skizz?????????????
โ€œScott is manipulative. He makes himself look good to protect his teammates.โ€ โ€œManipulativeโ€ implies that Scott is lying. Scott stays true to his word. Heโ€™s one of the most earnest people on the server. If he isnโ€™t going to defend someone, he tells them that heโ€™s not going to defend them. If he says heโ€™s going to do something for you, heโ€™s going to get it done, which is why a lot of people value him as an ally. It might blow your mind, but Scottโ€™s openness and honesty is what makes people trust him.
โ€œScott makes himself look strong.โ€ Scott is strong. He wiped the floor with Impulse. He has escaped being chased so many times. He succeeded at a legendary and remarkably underrated bucket clutch. You think Scarโ€™s bucket clutch was good? It was, but he was expecting to fall and onto flat land. Scott was knocked off of a tower onto a hillside. Nobody talks about that. Heโ€™s really good at PvP, and people know that. Additionally, Scott has never made himself look strong. Heโ€™s a very passive person. He doesnโ€™t like starting fights. Bdubs is terrified of Scott, and Scott has only ever tried to be friendly to Bdubs. Bdubs just knows Scottโ€™s reputation. Martyn is scared of Scott. Martyn has fought Scott first hand and won, and yet he did not want to make an enemy of Scott after Limited Life. Skizz picks a direct fight with a LOT of people, but he never picks a direct fight with Scott. He knows way too well how that fightโ€™s going to go. Skizz will take on Lizzie and Scar and Tango, but heโ€™ll never target Scott if he can avoid it. Scott knows that heโ€™s strong. His MCC rankings are pretty solid proof. You canโ€™t fault him for having genuine confidence in his PvP skills but not actually wanting to fight if he can avoid it. If he loses, that sucks. If he wins, heโ€™s angered a team.
Youโ€™re calling him โ€œmanipulativeโ€ because his enemies are afraid of him and his allies trust him. That is what happens when an honest person is powerful. Most people who have had any experience with Scott know that Scott is not someone to mess with. After fighting Scott in Limited Life and being on his team in Secret Life, Impulse got WAY bolder on Scottโ€™s team, because he trusts Scott to have his back, and Scott does have Impulseโ€™s back. Heโ€™s constantly apologizing for Impulse and was very upset when he was asked to keep a trap secret from Impulse. Scott works so hard to be honest in a game where honesty is not always rewarded, and he does not deserve to be slandered like this, especially when nobody else is being treated like this.
Scott never makes himself out to be anything other than what he is. Lying doesnโ€™t go well for him. He is just a guy trying to keep the fighting away from his teammates, and lying isnโ€™t the best way to prevent that when so many people in this game are so clever or so quick to assume youโ€™re lying anyway. Social games donโ€™t have to be about control. Social games can be about building a reputation of integrity by having integrity.
This excludes Joel because Joel is too close to Scott in real life and will attack him because itโ€™s funny to see your friend get irritated with you.
You know who will never say โ€œI love youโ€ in the life series?? Grian.
You know who was โ€œmanipulativeโ€ last session? Pearl knew there was a trap, promised not to tell her teammates, knew that Scott knew about the trap, and told him โ€œwhy are we whispering? why are we crouching? thereโ€™s nothing there. youโ€™re being paranoidโ€. Nobody says ANYTHING about that.
You know who likes to look strong? Bdubs, Jimmy, Ren, Impulse, and Skizz. Those are the ones who make themselves out to be bigger than they are, which is a normal strategy in a competitive situation. Bdubs loves to be LOUD and aggressive. Jimmy loves to puff his chest up and make threats, but he backs off the moment someone hits him back. Ren loves to take the lead (3rd Life, Double Life, and now Wild Life). Impulse loves to get aggressive and petty, and his confidence is often his end. Skizz LOVES to be overly aggressive once heโ€™s allowed to kill, but heโ€™s really bad at backing people into enough of a corner to keep them in a fight. Scott is quiet, because he doesnโ€™t like the attention. Scott likes being distanced from the other Wild Life teams, because he likes being out of the way, but he went with the others anyway.
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auclairedetoru ยท 3 days ago
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โ€œThis has been y/n and Satoru, thank you so much for watching, bye!โ€
The moment they reached the greenroom, y/n's smile drops. God, her cheeks hurt, nobody talks about how hard it is to fake a smile all day, it's like a workout for your face except you gain nothing at the end.
Her co-star walks in behind her, a cocky smile on his face. If she was him she would get tired of herself. How can someone be so egoistic? He loves himself more than his own mother loves him. Every second she's in his presence, she feels herself losing brain cells and getting gray hair, and as much as she loves silver locks on other women, she does not want the cause of it to be Gojo Satoru.
โ€œGreat job today, everyone! Y/n you could've been a little more cheerful toda-โ€
โ€œShut the fuck up.โ€
She plops down on the sofa and rests her head against the back of it. They still have one more interview left to do, so she's forced to tolerate that dumbass for a couple more hours, and it's a recorded one so she has to pretend she likes him too.
Why did she choose to become an actress again?
Right, childhood dream, worked hard for it, blah blah blah.
โ€œWhoa! Careful there, tiger! Someone might be filming and you don't want to ruin the season before it even starts.โ€ Gojo smirks, eyes glinting with mischief as he continues to push her buttons.
The people in charge decided to promote the filming of the new season of their show to remind people of it and get them excited, not that anyone was able to forget the last two seasons. According to the statistics, people love a slow burn story, especially when it stretches over multiple seasons. Yes, that does mean y/n has been stuck with Gojo as her co-star for three years now, as known as the longest three years of her life. Everyone around her tells her that time is passing by too fast, but it's been the opposite for her.
She's dreading this season the most. It might be the last, but it means the story will finally reach its long-awaited climax, which means her character and Gojo's will become more than friendly.
She doesn't even want to think about it.
โ€œLeave her alone, Satoru. You still have one interview left.โ€ his manager scolded him making the bright blue eyed man pout like a four year old not getting the candy he wanted.
The fact Gojo and y/n can't stand each other is something known only between them and their close staff, not even the director and producers know that the "chemistry" between them is something they make up on the spot and doesn't come naturally at all. They're surprised no one has figured out they don't like each other in any way, but y/n takes that as a compliment because it means that she's a really good actress who has perfected her craft and is able to fake getting along with a menace like him.
After touch ups, she goes to where the interview is being held, greeting the staff on her way and telling them she's excited to be working with them. Gojo smirks at her from his seat as she makes her way to sit on hers next to him. She mirrored him to keep up with the "we're best friends behind the scenes" thing they somehow built for themselves.
โ€œWhy are you looking at me like that?โ€
โ€œCan't a man admire his friend and co-star?โ€ he teases, milking the hell out of the act they put on for the camera. Y/n wanted to roll her eyes but instead she forces out a laugh and takes her seat.
She ignores the way her heart flutters at his words. No need to focus on that.
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A few months into filming...
โ€œAlright, everyone!โ€ the director calls out as he claps his hands, โ€œCameras rolling, sound is up, let's do this.โ€
Ah yes, the most important scene of the entire franchise. The first kiss scene. This is what the show has been leading up to, this is the moment everyone has been waiting for, this is the thing y/n has been looking forward to the least, in fact, she has not been looking forward to it at all, she wishes it wouldn't happen.
The scene takes place at her character's apartment, a place the set design team has made so cozy looking she wishes she could curl up and take a nap on the couch. Gojo's character is her coworker and he's coming to check on her because she disappeared from the office party after seeing him flirt with someone. That's when she confesses that she's been pinning over him for years and he confesses back before pulling her into a kiss.
โ€œOkay you two,โ€ the director looks at them, โ€œnot to put you in any pressure, but this is the most important scene of the entire show. All your hard work has led up to this moment. Satoru, you're the one leading the kiss, remember that she's very vulnerable and heartbroken, so you need to be gentle and soft, she's the person you love most so you're gonna handle her with the most care. Alright? Here we go!โ€
The apartment door closes between y/n and Gojo as the clapper loader steps in and holds the slate in front of the camera, โ€œepisode 11, scene 45, take 1!โ€ they call out before snapping the clapper shut and stepping back.
The director pauses, glancing around one more time to make sure everyone is ready.
"And... Action!โ€
Y/n steps into character and hesitantly opens the door. Her expression shifts to shock as she sees Gojo standing across from her, hair and clothes disheveled. โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€ her voice is a mix between surprise and hurt, just as the script calls for and just as they rehearsed. Gojo's eyes soften, exactly how he was instructed.
Yes, she can't stand him, but that doesn't mean she won't admit that he's really good at his job. He's not one of the most sought out actors for no reason.
โ€œI was worried about you, you left so abruptly.โ€ he says, letting his eyes dance all over her face only to catch her wet cheeks and red eyes, and no, it isn't makeup and fake tears, she spent half an hour before filming started watching "soldiers reuniting with their dogs" videos to get to that point.
He moves to cup her cheek, but just as scripted, she steps back, her expression flattering. She starts to remind herself of things that make her emotional to start tearing up, โ€œI-I'm fine, you can leave.โ€
Gojo stares at her a bit longer than he's supposed to, but she blames it on his love to suddenly improve, and not that he's admiring her or anything, not like she wants him to admire her, that would be crazy on her part.
"You don't have to hide from me," he says with the same soft tone.
She tries to hold back the tears to keep up the strong and always optimistic personality her character is known for, and after a moment she allows a couple to flow down her cheeks. Gojo's face morphs into a concerned expression.
โ€œI don't like seeing you with someone else,โ€ she mumbles, her voice breaking with every word that slips out of her lips, โ€œit hurts me, right here,โ€ she taps on her chest with a shaky hand.
Gojo's eyes widen to feign surprise, a perfect mix of confusion and disbelief on his face, playing the oblivious character to perfection, โ€œyou... You like me?โ€
โ€œFor the longest time,โ€ she sniffs, her voice thick with emotion as she starts opening up, โ€œI held back, I tried not to make it obvious, but i can't anymore.โ€ She drops an octave to deliver the last line, showing as much vulnerability and pain as possible.
Thereโ€™s a pause, and everyone on set is on the edge of their seat. They could feel the tension between them, the two playing their roles better than what everyone imagined from reading the script. Gojo goes to take a step closer, stopping half way.
โ€œCan I kiss you?โ€ he asks, his voice shaking to show that his character is feeling nervous. The director looks intensely between the scene in front of him and the one on the screen, making sure that the intensity they feel in the room is accurate on camera to what's happening in real life.
It's her turn for her to be surprised, playing unsure and hesitant, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth, โ€œw-what?โ€, her voice trembles as her eyes search his face like she's trying to find any uncertainties.
โ€œcan I kiss you? Please?โ€
Gojo takes the step forward. His voice is soft and his gaze holds hers, intense yet tender, leaving no doubt that his character has been lounging for this and wanting it for just as long if not longer than her.
Y/n takes a deep breath. This is it, she's about to kiss Gojo Satoru, the person she despises the most. She hopes it won't be awkward, the scene was going smoothly and the last thing she wants is a retake from the top, she also doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of the whole crew and become the topic of their gossip.
After a small pause, just as instructed by the director, she gives Gojo a small nod. Gently, and hesitantly, he cups her cheek as he brings his face closer to her. The nervousness on her face is mostly real and she doesn't know why she's feeling that way, she wants the scene to end already.
The moment their lips touch, something surged within Satoru and his free hand quickly grabs her waist to pull her closer to him. Did she always smell so... Devine? Why are her lips so soft? Is her lip balm candy flavoured? Why does she taste so sweet? Why can't he pull away from her?
The kiss is supposed to be gentle, a tender moment of affection, yet the way his hand was gripping the pajama top she's wearing betrays his character's intentions. But the way his thumb caresses her cheek is the opposite, grazing the warm skin softly like he's handling a little kitten. He knows heโ€™s supposed to pull away now. He wants to. He needs to, for the sake of this scene. But something holds him there and it's making him not care about the script anymore.
Itโ€™s only when he feels a gentle squeeze on his arm that he finally pulls back. He looks down at Y/n, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss, her wide eyes bright with a spark that stirs something deep within him, making him want to lean down and kiss her again.
โ€œcut !โ€
The pair jumped away from each other. They both forgot they were on a set, filming a show, and not in the comfort of their own homes.
โ€œthat was just... Wow,โ€ the director shakes his head with a smile, โ€œSatoru you went a little out of what I told you with the kiss, huh?โ€
โ€œyeah, sorry,โ€ he smirks with fake confidence, acting like his heart isn't beating faster than a racing car, โ€œI just thought the moment needed that intensity, ya know? He's been waiting to kiss her for so long after all.โ€
โ€œNo I agree, you did the right thing. Go ahead and take five, everyone. This is one of those rare times when there's no need to do multiple takes, the first was perfect.โ€
Y/n lets out a breath she didn't realise she was holding and quickly leaves to go grab a water and get some fresh air. She can't believe what just happened. That was definitely not a normal kiss, it felt too real. What was Gojo thinking!? Why didn't he stick to the script and kept it short? And why did she like it so much? She's not supposed to! She's supposed to hate him and everything he does.
โ€œY/n? Can we talk in your trailer, please?โ€
Fuck... Please don't let that be Gojo, please let her ears be mistaken and it's not his voice asking her to talk in private, please-
She turns around, and it's him. He stands there, hands tucked into his pockets, looking a little... Shy? Since when does Gojo Satoru feel anything less than bold and confident? There's an unusual softness to his expression, one she only sees when he's playing his character, but without the little voice in the back of her head reminding her that he's just acting.
Despite not wanting to talk to him, she still nods and follows him to her trailer that wasn't parked far away from where they stood. She lets him in first and closes the door behind her to ensure no one can hear whatever they're about to talk about.
As they stood across from each other, Gojo's eyes dart everywhere except to her face, something he has never done before. His usual bravado is gone and replaced with an unusual hesitance. She watches him with a puzzled look on her face. Why is he acting so out of character? It's as if he's nervous to talk to her.
Eventually though, he opens his mouth.
โ€œI apologize for going out of script during the kiss. I didn't plan it to happen and I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable.โ€
Now he's apologising? Okay, something is definitely wrong. Gojo has never apologised to her in the three years they've been working together. She is starting to feel nervous herself.
โ€œIt's okay, really,โ€ she crosses her arms across her chest, โ€œlike you explained to the director, it's what you felt the scene needed, and I respect you as an experienced actor to know what you're doing.โ€
โ€œThat wasn't my reason, though.โ€
Her eyes nearly bulge out of her skull. Huh?!
โ€œwhat ?โ€
He takes a step closer to her, a look on his face she couldn't describe, โ€œthat's just a lie I made up on the spot. I felt a pull when our lips touched, I don't know what happened to me and it's driving me mad,โ€ he runs a hand through his hair, a habit his manager told her he does when he's anxious, โ€œI couldn't stop myself, so I just let whatever it is take over, but I still couldn't stop, I tried but I just couldn't pull away and Iโ€” I want to kiss you again! I want to kiss you right now!โ€
โ€œGojo, calm do-โ€ her words fall on deaf ears.
โ€œNo! You don't understand! I want to kiss you, but you hate me! You can't even look at me without being disgusted, and I keep making it worse! I keep showing the worst version of myself around you and it makes you hate me more and-โ€
โ€œGojo! Stop!โ€
The look on his face is breaking her heart. He seems so desperate, struggling to put his feelings into words, but every attempt only makes him more anxious, his words stumbling over each other as he tries to make her understand.
โ€œI don't hate you, Satoruโ€, his heart flutters at the sound of his first name coming out of her lips. Even in interviews, she always used his last name, this is the first time he hears her call him Satoru, โ€œI hate how you act when we're together behind the scenes. You're always so sweet to everyone but I'm always the one you tease, and sometimes your teasing hurts.โ€
โ€œI'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's just- I've liked you, as a person, before we even started working together, and I treated you how I treated my close friends. I didn't realise I was overstepping boundaries.โ€
Why is it so easy to forgive him? It must be something to do with the blue I'm his eyes, it holds some sort of spell that makes everyone want to be on his good side.
โ€œIt's okay, as long as you own up to your mistakes and don't repeat them, I'm willing to see past it all and start new.โ€
A huge smile takes over his face, content with her answer. He is so happy, he's been wanting to do this for so long. He knew he wronged her and needed to apologise for his actions, but he never knew how to approach it.
Without warning her, he lifts her up in a hug. A squeal left her lips followed by a melodic laugh as she hears him thank her over and over again. She allows herself to enjoy the warmth of his hug. His fans didn't lie, he is really good at them.
He pulls away enough to look at her face without unwrapping his arms from around her, โ€œCan we start new by allowing me to take you on a date? I promise I'll treat you like the princess you are.โ€
She feels her cheeks heating up with a blush as she nods, unable to hide the small, shy smile tugging at her lips. Gojo grins wider, his eyes lighting up with an unmistakable spark of excitement and something tender, โ€œcan I kiss you again? Please?โ€
She barely finishes nodding before his lips are on hers. Heโ€™s smiling into the kiss, unable to hide the joy bubbling up inside him as he realizes his newfound feelings are reciprocated.
And yeah, she did like him more than she let on. The small crush she had on him before they met definitely didn't disappear like she thought it did, instead it stayed hidden away and came back out when she felt his lips for the first time.
She never expected this nor planned on letting herself fall for The Gojo Satoru Charmโ„ข, but with him here, holding her close, and pressing a kiss filled with passion on her lips, she realises maybe, just maybe, sheโ€™s been wanting this all along.
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The ending looked way better in my daydream lol. Hope y'all liked it still ๐Ÿ’•
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reblogg3darts ยท 20 hours ago
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see, they had a family member who was the most evil person on the planet! and that family member was an addict! so they can't help the fact that they now want all addicts to die! they can't help it!
Wow.
My only brother died at age 24 from addiction.
I have never even touched weed.
I hated the person who made him an addict. If I could turn back time, I would kill that dealer. Twice. Thrice with his mom, too.
Said dealer did NOT come from a 'downtrodden' family/broken home/whatever excuse one would make to make this dealer NOT a 'common' person. Nope. He was common. As common as my brother was.
He dealt because 'it was a cool way to make money and have fun.'
Do I hate my brother?
NEVER. He was the victim. I am angry at him for not being able to say no. I am angry at him for not turning to me, to us, his family, for help. I am angry that he is gone and I'm still here.
But I don't love him less than when we were both in the single-digit-age. He was only 2 years younger than I, and was my very first best friend. We had the same musical taste, thought not so much taste in food (he liked noodles, I prefer potatoes).
Anyway. The next time I met an addict, he was my boyfriend for like, two minutes. He was still an actively recovering drug addict. I have slowly, in the course of SIX months, steered him away from his triggers.
In came his mother, who thought of me as a whore for listening and helping her beloved only son. He was sent off to another province. By the end of the year, he called me, asking if I could send him some cash (nope, not gonna happen). Within weeks, mother was rushing to and fro like a hamster on wheel preparing stuff I didn't understand.
Son had - while under the influence - impregnated somebody who was his high partner. He wanted to abort, she told her parents, and they threatened jail if he would not take responsibility (i.e. marrying her). Mother 100% panicked. I snickered. Not *once* had I gotten laid with him, because I know damn well what could've happened. And heelll no I didn't want her as my MIL.
Do I hate him? Never. He was caught in an ouroboros that is his addiction, mother, and the woman he ended up marrying and have two sons with. He died some 5-7 years ago - don't know for sure, nobody told me that he had died.
Anyway.
The two weren't the only addicts I've met. As always, I blame whoever first handed them whatever they're addicted to.
All. Addicts. Are. Victims.
Help them.
Save them.
Love them.
Even if they don't love themselves.
it's just really fucking frustrating that we live in a world where I grew up being trained to believe that addicts are unloveable. and then I became an addict and I was still told that addicts are unloveable. and I just have to deal with the fact that there are people out there who believe that I don't deserve love, or that my partner is brave for loving me, or that my family and friends are suffering just from me existing. and that's fine that's just the way it is
but then on top of that. I have to deal with tumblr users telling me (an addict!!!) that they hate addicts in a cool new way that I should be totally sympathetic towards. see, they had a family member who was the most evil person on the planet! and that family member was an addict! so they can't help the fact that they now want all addicts to die! they can't help it! blast them all.
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prentisslvr ยท 1 day ago
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NOT STRONG ENOUGH
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summary: you got injured whilst on the job and spencer isnโ€™t to pleased (post!maeve)
pairings: grumpy!spencer reid x sunshine!reader
genre: hurt/comfort?
warnings: mentions of maeveโ€™s death, and canon complicit violence
authors note: i saw someone in the spencer reid tag ask about a fic like this and it gave me inspiration to write my own!!
you hadnโ€™t noticed the tight grip spencer had on the steering wheel when he drove you and him home, nor did you notice his face; if looks could kill, the car that was driving extra slow in front of the two of you wouldโ€™ve spontaneously combusted.
however you did notice, the slam of his door as he got out the car, his clenched jaw and avoidant gaze as he helped you out, with your broken leg and crutches.
you were used to spencerโ€™s grumpiness, heโ€™d had such a pessimistic view on life, and you didnโ€™t know if it was the optimist in you, or the young naivety, but you had always thought you could fix him.
you had grown to fall in love with spencer in all his grumpiness.
you enjoyed getting to kiss away his angry pout and massage his scalp as he grumbled about how awful his day was.
you enjoyed getting to listen to his rants and just smile and kiss him and take all his problems away, being his source of comfort, like he was yours.
you always loved how even though he was so grumpy, he managed to reserve some sweetness for you, it made you feel so loved, so seen.
spencer on the other hand couldnโ€™t believe he managed to have you as his girlfriend, after maeve, he wasnโ€™t sure he was made for love, it wasnโ€™t meant for him.
but you were meant for him.
he was immediately taken aback by you, the new intern at the bau, so bright and happy, heโ€™d wondered what someone like you was doing at a job like this. someone so young, so happy, so optimistic.
he remembered thinking about how this job would tear you in half, like it did him.
he vowed not to let that happen.
but as he watched, helplessly as you tackled the unsub to the ground, and getting into a literal tussle, he was filled with so much anger, at the unsub, but mainly at himself.
he knew when he was new, he wanted to do his best to stop the bad guys, even if it meant putting himself in danger, he knew the sings of a reckless intern.
why didnโ€™t he stop it.
now you were half black and blue, and walking around the house, well, less walking, more being carried around by spencer, and he really just wanted to scream.
โ€œthat was so stupid, you know that.โ€
you blink, the food on your for you were about to shovel into your mouth forgotten. โ€œiโ€™m sorry?โ€ you say confused, dropping the fork, it clattered loudly against the plate.
โ€œthat stunt you pulled.โ€ he gritted his teeth. โ€œi mean, what were you thinking, that you were gonna save the day?โ€ spencer asked, tilting his head in such a way that made you feel taunted.
almost, belittled.
โ€œi was thinking about that girl.โ€ you say, brows furrowing, โ€œand how nobody was doing anything, we were just standing there waiting, negotiating, i saw an opportunity and i took it, the girl is safe now and heโ€™s going to be locked up for the rest of his life.โ€
โ€œyouโ€™re not a hero.โ€ spencer scoffed. โ€œyou got lucky, what would you have done if you died out there?โ€
โ€œnothing, because iโ€™d be dead.โ€ you say, as nice and as kind as you were, you had a quick mouth and it drove spencer insane. โ€œwhatโ€™s up with you, why are you so upset over this.โ€
โ€œupset!โ€ he slammed his fist against the table standing up, causing you to flinch, and some cutlery to fall on the floor, your heart thumped in your chest, you werenโ€™t scared of spencer, you had faith he would never hurt you, but heโ€™d never been thing angry with you before.
โ€œi am not upset.โ€ he spits out. โ€œi am enraged at how after all this.. after, me, you could still go out there and risk your life like that! after all iโ€™ve done to protect you!โ€
โ€œprotect me..โ€ you stare at him through a glare standing up yourself. โ€œi chose this job, spence, i chose this profession, i knew what came with it, and i do not need to be protected!โ€
spencerโ€™s chest heaved as he stared at you, in silence.
โ€œi-โ€ you huff. โ€œi knew the risks that came with the job spencer, and out in that field, i knew what i was risking, but itโ€™s my life spencer. iโ€™m perfectly aware of what i am doing.โ€
spencer closed his eyes and heaved out a long breath, pinching his nose. โ€œyou donโ€™t get to make reckless decisions like that!โ€ he screams clenching his fists. โ€œnot when it comes to your life.โ€ he whispered softly, slowly sitting back in seat, as if heโ€™d folded completely.
โ€œi donโ€™t know what iโ€™d do if i lost you..โ€ he says, licking his lips. โ€œwhen.. when you think about losing someone you love, you canโ€™t imagine it, what it would be like, but i can, because i have, i have lost someone, multiple people.โ€ he says.
โ€œin that moment, when i watched you tackle.. tackle that guy.โ€ he squeezes his eyes shut, tears threatening to spill, as you watch him intensely. โ€œi knew what it would be like spend the rest of my life without you, and i donโ€™t think iโ€™m strong enough to come to terms with that.โ€
spencerโ€™s admission makes your chest hurt, it never occurred to you what something like taking a risk could do to him. spencer already had lost a lot, and you didnโ€™t want to become a reason he loses another.
you step forward nudging his chin so his eyes were looking up into yours, his cheeks were wet with tears, and for the first time you didnโ€™t see a grumpy man, a pessimistic man, you saw a man whoโ€™d had his heart broken far too often.
you gently stroke his cheek. โ€œhey, iโ€™m not going anywhere anytime soon, iโ€™m an intern, today was just an off day.โ€ i raise my brows. โ€œi doubt i will be allowed in the field for a long time.โ€
he smiled, his eyes still red from tears. โ€œi know you love your job, and i wonโ€™t try and stop you from doing it, but please, be careful, if not for you, then for me.โ€
โ€œiโ€™d do anything for you.โ€ you say, kissing him on the lips. โ€œiโ€™ll be careful for you.โ€
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sleepyangelkami ยท 20 hours ago
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INDISPOSED d.winchester
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DEAN WINCHESTER X FEM!READER
๐œ—๐œš SUMMARY - you always seem to feel more than upset when you're sick. luckily for you, dean's always by your side when you fall ill, no matter the time.
๐œ—๐œš WARNINGS - sick!reader, illness symptoms, flu, dizziness, aches, reader's a little emotional, eating?, crying, mention of reader's lonely past, non-sexual nudity, kinda crybaby!reader, (1) use of y/n, slightly ooc dean, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread ๐Ÿฉท
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there's seemingly a tell tale sign of when you're feeling extra poorly, and that's the feeling of water beginning to pool in your waterline.
you couldn't help the dramatics that would take over your body, much less when you find dean sitting in your bedroom, assuring you that it was alright that he'd come home early from his hunt. "you shouldn't have to leave sam alone 'cause of me." you were a sniffling mess at your desk, for two reasons, one being that you were upset and the second being that your nose was so stuffed you could hardly breathe.
"sammy's fine to figure out the rest of this one, baby." dean was sitting on your bed, girly covers and throw pillows surrounding him. "and i don't have to do anything, i'm choosing to be here." dean's voice was all low and soft, the voice he used when you were upset which was seemingly more often than you'd thought.
you heard him shuffle across the room to where you sat on a brown, tattered chair.
he crouched down so he was eye level with you. "come on, sweetheart, you know you're just upset 'cause you feel all sick." his hand was gently tracing your thigh, soothing you from your sniffles. "think you just need to lay down, yeah?"
you mumbled something that he didn't quite catch with a nod.
he waited momentarily but you hadn't made any decision to move. "y/n." your eyes snapped up to meet his. "come lay down."
"okay." was your sheepish response.
dean didn't often call you by your name, he cast it away with all the lovely nicknames he'd picked out for you personally. nobody was baby but his car, until he'd met you. it came so easily, that soft way of loving.
when dean had you finally beneath the blankets, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, half-comforting and half-trying to gauge your temperature.
"where are you going?" your hand reached out for his lower arm.
dean turned down to look at you, a smile softly reaching his lips. "just getting your medication, baby, i'll be back, don't worry." and this time, the kiss pressed against your forehead was purely because he felt like it.
dean was well aware of your inability to take care of yourself. now, he was in no way calling you a nuisance, he just wished you cared for yourself as much as he did. with that being said, he did always love being able to care for you, it was a way that was so different than having to take care of sam his whole life. perhaps it was because this, he wasn't obliged to do, it wasn't expected of him.
he loved taking care of you but if anything were to happen to him... he'd like to know you could take care of yourself, too.
when dean returned to the bedroom, you were passed out asleep against the sheets. the man couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
you were a chatty person, awfully bubbly at times. and dean loved that about you, listening to you babble on about something and when he didn't catch a word he'd ask you to repeat what you said, it was always funny watching as the gears turned in your head, trying to remember.
sometimes you swore you talked so much that you tuned yourself out.
dean didn't though, he listened to every word that spilled from your lips.
but you were chatty with everyone you were close to. god forbid you ever went on a road trip with he and sam.
but with him you could be quiet at times, you still got shy and nervous around him which always made him coo, there was something sweet at the fact you could be so different behind closed doors, so yourself.
and seeing you like this, your lips drew into a pout and pink staining your ill cheeks, well it was rather nice, he thought.
he hated to be so evil as he was to wake you.
"sweetheart." the mere whisper of the name as his hands came down to soothe your arms was enough to have your eyelids peeling open. "sweetheart, c'mon, you gotta take your medicine."
a half-whine fell from your lips as he sat you up against the bed, sitting too so that you could lean yourself against him. dean was suddenly aware of how much hotter your body had gotten. he hadn't been gone long, just a trip to the kitchen to get you a glass of water and the medication he needed, though it'd taken him a while to find it. he had a bad habit of leaving things in strange places and forgetting about it.
he handed you off the capsules and then the glass of water.
"how're you feeling, honey?" the back of his palm pressed against your right cheek then slightly down your top, to your chest. he was like a concerned mother. "you're really hot."
"thanks." you quipped, leaning your hot forehead against his arm and sipping the water he'd given you.
he rolled his eyes at your remark, obviously taking your sickness more seriously than you were. "'m serious, you can't have blankets."
"dean!"
"no."
"dean, 'm cold." you nuzzled yourself further into dean's warm body, a dark grey hoodie coated his form along with black sweatpants, not his usual attire.
"you're not cold." he took your face between his two hands. "you're sick." pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose. you fought the words 'sap' to come from the back of your scratchy throat. "you can have the blankets but i have to take this off, then." you felt him gently pull at the shirt you'd stolen from him, clad on your body.
"deal." you mumbled, feeling a wave of dizziness hit you.
to make matters worse, you shook your head, thinking it would rid of the dizziness.
"hey, don't do that." he steadied your head before taking the glass out from your hands and placing it on the bedside dresser.
you felt his hands on your shirt, slowly pulling it from your frame. you helped by putting your arms in he air, allowing him to pull it off your body and toss it somewhere on the ground.
"want the tv on?" you nodded your head silently as the man rose from his place on the bed, reaching the tv stand where he picked up the remote and switched it on.
aimlessly, you uttered, "my legs hurt." while sliding back under the pretty covers.
he was busy fidgeting with the buttons on the remote. he never did know how to work your tv properly. "'s just cause your sick, it'll go away, baby."
you huffed at his response, laying your head on the pillows while you pulled the blanket close to you. you were cold but it was that sickly cold where you couldn't tell if it was really a chill or perhaps you were so warm that you felt cold, which didn't make a whole pile of sense.
when dean finally climbed back into the bed, your body practically collapsed on top of him.
he laid with an arm behind his neck and the other trailing shapes across your bare back, you lay with your head on his chest, listening to the low tv along with the thumping of his heart.
"are you okay?" you mumbled, voice slick with tiredness. the sickness was weird like that, hitting you suddenly, leaving just as immediately.
dean could have cooed at you. even while you were wrapped up in blankets, sick as a small hospital, you managed to ask him if he was okay.
It was another reason why he liked taking care of you. you took care of each other. "i'm okay."
another hushed mumble. "promise?"
"i promise." he answered honestly, fingers against your skin, moving up and down your back. "get some sleep, 'kay?"
a yawn passed your lips. "okay."
they said sleep was the best medicine, that it cured everything that was curable. well, you weren't sure anyone had said it to you but you just knew that it was said.
you had to beg to differ.
by dinnertime, your temperature was running hot.
earlier was the kind of sick that you could stomach, this was the kind of sick that had you flushed against the headboard of your bed, hands running down your face as you felt your head pound against the back of your eyes.
you could hear dean walk back into the room and you felt guilt soar through your veins.
you knew you were being... difficult to say the least. but you couldn't help it, hot tears gathering at your waterline all over again.
the mattress dipped as dean nudged your arm and you looked up at him with glossy eyes before looking down at the sandwich sitting on a plate in his hands.
"know you said you're not hungry but can you try eat some f'me? 's jam." his tone was all soft and his voice was all quiet. by now, he'd turned off the tv and closed the curtains, noticing how the light had been affecting your eyes. the only light on now was the little lamp sitting on your bedside table so you could actually see your surroundings.
you nodded hesitantly and took the sandwich from him.
dean noticed things about you like nobody else. he very early on found out that you loved jam sandwiches, you loved raspberry jam but you had an awful distaste for strawberry jam so from there on, he never bought strawberry jam on the offhand occurence that you may accidentally use it without looking at the label and get your jam sandwich ruined.
you were halfway through said sandwich when you placed it back on the plate, begging to tear up.
dean immediately took notice of it, taking the plate from you. "wh's wrong, baby? too much?"
you shook your head, sniffling. even the act of shaking your head had you clutching it soon after.
dean tutted, moving your hand away so he could soothe your forehead with a kiss and a gentle movement of his thumb. "poor girl." you heard him mutter under his breath, his brows strewn together in sympathy.
looking up at him, you had those glassy eyes that made his stomach feel almost as nauseous as yours. he didn't have to ask what was troubling you for you answered, anyway, to the silent question behind his eyes. "you're so nice to me."
his heart shattered a little.
it was no supirse that you didn't grow up with much comfort surrounding you and that only got worse as you began to get older. some days, you didn't think you'd ever get the comfort that your body ached for. and then dean winchester walked in, and his one and only goal was to take care of you, was to care for you, was to love you.
so you couldn't help tearing up a little from time to time when you think about the strawberry jam he gave up just for you.
"oh, baby. you're my sweet girl." he pulled you closer to him, putting your forehead against his chest so you could lean your weight on him. "'course 'm nice to you."
he helped you sit on his lap, fully discarding the place wherever his hands could push it to.
then his hands found your body, roaming it with this gentleness yet assertion. you'd put his shirt back on a while ago and discarded the blankets, which he was thankful for. he needed to break your temperature.
you weren't due medication for another two hours and you'd taken all the painkillers you could.
right now, all he could offer was himself.
and that was enough for you.
your arms tightened around his shoulders as you sniffled, tears breaking down your cheeks with a defeated sigh. "hate bein' sick." you uttered, sadness evident in your voice.
"i know, angel, i know." he gently rocked you in his lap, not enough to make your head dizzy but enough to bring you back to the moment, to remind you he was there.
and you stayed like that for seemingly a long time, melting into one another's embrace as if it were the most entertaining thing in the world.
you pressed your flush cheek against the hoodie covering his bare shoulder. the tears eventually dried up and all that was left was your frustrated sighs and mumbles.
"'s okay, sweetheart." he pressed a final kiss to your flushed face. "it'll pass."
and he was by your side as soon as it did.
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shalotttower ยท 2 days ago
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Will-o'-the-wisp
Title: Will-o'-the-wisp
Fandom: Hunter x Hunter
Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader (female)
Summary: Reader encouters fae!Chrollo and breaks some rules along the way.
Word count: 1700+
Notes: yandere!Chrollo, fae!Chrollo, abduction, manipulation, AU, modern setting with fae, Chrollo is charming af and a bit creepy as usual, Reader is doomed long before they know it and slightly depressed
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You walk home the same way every day, like many people do. There's comfort in routines. Comfort and security which you crave. The familiar routes, the repetitive programs on TV and the books you've read a million times. You like to know what happens next and hate surprises.
The fourteen-year-old you wouldn't approve.
Maybe even express a little pity, because she always thought you two were destined for an adventure, like in fantasy books you used to devour one after another. Every free second was spent reading or dreaming, but life went on and adventures didn't happen. The girl grew older, a lot more careful and a lot less hopeful.
When you finish work, it's usually around six. Your adult self is practical and prefers to save money on the bus, besides, every other time you take it, you end up having to stand, squeezed between people. It's not worth the frustration; a fifteen minute walk isn't that long and the crime rate in the area is low.
There's a small grove nearby that nobody has bothered to turn into a park. The residents made their own paths in time, put a few signs so the joggers wouldn't get lost, but that's it. Once or twice a month you stroll through there, picking up trash left on the side. People make you want to move to the woods altogether sometimes.
That's how the day starts or ends โ€” with crossing a bridge which connects the grove to your neighbourhood.
And this is where you see him for the first time.
The man looks so out of place among the rustic wooden railings and rushing water below. Nobody wears this kind of clothes here. Expensive and elegant, something that blends well in a big city. They don't stare at passersby like he does either. You hate when people do that โ”€ block already narrow spaces by just stopping midway. Or groups who spread across the entire sidewalk.
"Excuse me," you say politely. Polite is good. Polite can be used as a shield and always makes you look better than you are. "I need to pass."
He smiles, then moves aside. "Of course."
His face is exactly what you imagine when thinking of pleasant: beautiful grey eyes with long lashes, pointed chin and a strange mix of delicate and sharp edges.
"Thank you."
The smile widens. "You're welcome."
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It's time to accept that you've grown into an average person with a simple desire to live in comfort. Dreaming isn't your strength anymore, the last book you picked up was several years ago. Movies bore you fifteen minutes in, even if everybody else praises them; the idea of a relationship seems exhausting.
You do enjoy gardening.
Growing tomatoes is a far cry from distant fictional lands, but they taste nice with a pinch of salt.
The condo you live in doesn't have enough space and light, so you chose a small patch of ground in the grove to start a garden. A few tomato plants and some herbs like chives and basil. It might be illegal, yet nobody has come to yell at you. Most people don't pay attention to what's happening here, as long as you don't damage the trees or leave trash.
You water and prune, weed, add fertilizer if needed. There're some flowers too; mother told you that marigolds scare pests away from veggies and keep the soil healthy. They're pretty, little orange spots.
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You find a crystal at you patch. Azure would be too bland to describe its color โ”€ maybe more like a mix of cerulean and moon stone. It's round in shape, polished so nicely that the outlines of your face are reflected in the surface. Did a magpie bring it? Or a kid? The thought of someone poking around your garden makes you frown. You hope they didn't step on your basil.
The stone is heavy and cool. You turn it around, entranced, before stuffing it into the pocket of your jeans. Maybe you can ask the neighbours' kids about it later.
"Would you look at that," you mutter and bend to inspect a tomato plant. Two green fruit, each no bigger than your knuckle, hang there, sprouted over the weekend. "Hello, my pretties."
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You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. It's past 1 AM, you should sleep; instead, you keep twisting the stone in the moonlight.
You asked kids from around here, but nobody claimed it.
Maybe it's a lucky charm, you've had a wonderful day. Got a call from your cousin in the morning, she has't contacted you in a long while and it was nice to catch up. After lunch, the resource manager praised your work, then an elderly lady from the store complimented your cardigan.
At a certain angle, the stone seems almost glowing. A summer night sky condensed into a tiny orb. Your fingers trace its smooth surface without much thought until eventually it drops onto the pillow by your side.
You don't notice when exactly you fall asleep.
It's the strangest dream you've ever seen.
Gone is the condo building with its stuffy kitchenette and old pipes that constantly rumble. Instead, you feel damp grass underneath your feet. Wind brushes through the hem of your nightdress, carrying the scents of rain and moss. So many shades of black and raven blue swirl together that you barely recognize a signpost nearby. It's the grove, but you've never seen it like this, as dark as it can be only at night.
It's uncomfortable to stand barefoot, with a chill creeping up your legs.
After a while your fingers touch the rough bark of a nearby tree to get a sense of direction, and you start walking, because there isn't anything else to do.
There's the bridge, you think. If you just get to the bridge, the rest will be simple.
You're walking there, or that's what you think when a small ball of light appears right before your nose.
Fireflies don't glow blue. It doesn't falter, doesn't flicker, coming up closer then farther like a pendulum. There's something uncanny and fragile about it. For a second you forget everything and stand mesmerized, until it starts moving.
Through the trees, past the branches, onwards.
It's more instinctual than anything โ”€ you don't want to be left here alone again, so you follow. Light is good, darkness isn't. The ground becomes more uneven as you go, the grass changes to moss, but you can barely register anything at this point apart from that lonely glow. It halts at times as if making sure you're keeping up.
Is that a clearing ahead? Your eyes hurt from trying to focus.
The blue dot continues to float, never speeding up, never falling behind.
Then it disappears.
No. Not disappears โ”€ settles on the tip of a pale finger.
There's your tomato patch, your plants, the empty box that you forgot to take back to the condo.
But it's impossible.
Your garden should be not very far from the border, yet it feels like you've walked through half of the grove by now.
Why is he here?
"It took you a while," he says, the stranger from the bridge whose eyes made you pause before you caught yourself. "I was waiting, my dear."
Maybe you shouldn't ask. Maybe the wisest thing would be to turn around and run. You step back and trip on a root which somehow snuck between the moss. He catches your hand before you fall and doesn't let go. Instead his thumb caresses your skin in leisurely strokes.
There's a faint scent of lilies coming from him, and something else. Something heavy, equally sweet that lingers on the edge of cloying and enticing.
Smells aren't supposed to be so strong in dreams.
"I need to go."
"Where?"
This simple question asked in an equally plain tone makes you falter. What does he mean 'where'?
"Home," you say softly and try to free your hand again without success. The man leans in close enough that you can see his face, illuminated by that blue light.
"And where is home?"
"I-" you swallow. "I have to go."
He releases you with surprising ease; you don't waste any time rushing towards the path. The long walk has exhausted you, and the lack of light makes it difficult to tell which turns to take. You stumble multiple times. The hem of your nightdress catches a few twigs. You sprint past the trees, past the low bushes along the familiar trail, and it's there, suddenly in front of you: the wooden bridge.
Out of breath, you grab the railing. And then open your eyes on the same side where you started.
How?
Again and again, you dash across it, yet every time there's a single step left to cross over the stream, the view shifts. Your feet land at the beginning of the bridge. On the ninth time when it's impossible to run any longer, you press your forehead to the railing. Every breath feels short and raspy.
"That's enough, dear."
"What is this?" You grip the planks with trembling hands. "I don't understand. Why can't I-"
A coat falls over your shoulders; you clutch at it mindlessly, because it's warm and you're shaking all over.
"You thanked me. Claimed my land, charmingly audacious of you. Such care and love, right under my nose."
There's no malice in his voice. Gently, finger by finger, he uncurls the tight grip of your hand. The stone is there, cerulean blue like summer sky condensed into a tiny orb.
"Took my gift and kept it close to your heart."
It takes some effort but eventually you manage to speak. "I didn't," you whisper urgently, despite the shiny proof in your palm. "I didn't know! Take it back."
"I'm afraid it's too late for that."
"I didn't know!"
He lifts you in his arms when your knees give out and you sink to the ground, still gripping that damned stone. His coat carries the same distinct scent of lilies and heavy sweetness. The sceneries you dreamed of when younger pop in your head, like old postcards covered with dust, of mystical beings hidden from human eye, fantastical places no one has seen, grand adventures where heroes defy impossible odds and come out victorious.
Those were tales for the brave and imaginative. You're neither.
"It doesn't matter. The land claims you," he says. "And so do I."
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morealias ยท 1 day ago
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""lying is wrong" what evangelical nonsense is this???"
It's not evangelical. It's parental and societal. If you cannot be trusted to speak truthfully, you cannot be trusted to speak truthfully.
Children (in general) do not have the capacity for complex moral codes. Something is either wrong, or it is right for young children. As children grow up they will encounter instances where adults lie, hopefully they'll have a discussion with their parents that leads a more nuanced moral code, a greater understanding of where flexibility of speech and being truthful intersects.
I posit that it is never "good" to lie. It can be morally neutral in totality of the act. Deceiving someone can serve the Greater Good - "but whose greater good?" is always the question to ask here.
Lying is never a 'good' thing, however, if it serves a good purpose, a necessary purpose (survival), do not hesitate. To anyone saying "But that's good!" No, lying is never good. Ask yourself, which is better, to live in a world where you never have to lie, or to live in one where you must? If that doesn't show you that lying is not "good" but rather is necessary to avoid worse outcomes, then I cannot help you.
"sometimes it accomplishes a goal"
If you are lying it should always be in service of a goal. If you're lying just to lieโ€ฆ that is wrong.
If you're lying when it's meaningless to test your ability to lie, that is in service of a goal, "testing to see if I can lie".
"sometimes the truth is nobody's business, or is tricky to articulate, or you don't know what the truth is but are expected to have an answer regardless."
Then just say that. "It's none of your business", "that's hard to put into words/it's complicated, give me [TIME UNITS] to figure out how best/simply to say it", "I don't know, but I can find out for you".
If you don't feel safe speaking the actual truth, then of course lie.
"However, it is also still a useful social tool, and of course itโ€™s part of the tool kit that you used to create stories. If you canโ€™t lie, how can you write or tell a good story?"
I put forth that storytelling* is not lying. You are not decieving someone else, you are sharing a fiction. Maybe this is some small autistic line I refuse to cross or some weird ethical flexibility that serves me, but it's my line and my flexibility. Maybe it's even my lie. * By which I mean you and your audience understand your just 'telling a story". There may be truth in it, but the story is a story, facts are changed, obscured, elements of the story are whole cloth, if not all of it. This is the understanding between storyteller and audience. If the audience isn't made aware of thisโ€ , at least at someone point, it is lying and likely dangerous.
โ€  See 1938 War of the Worlds radio broadcast. Yes the public was made aware of the broadcast just being a story, and thankfully no one lost thier life over it, but the radio station apologized for good reason. The panic was also not anywhere near as widespread or as terrible as the news media reporting on it made it out to be, or as CBS or ORson Wells played it up to enhance their legend.
A lesson for modern times about how the news sensationalizes things eh?
"Which is kind of a dark art."
Manipulating people into believing something that "never happened", something that is not true, is not "kind of a dark art", it is completely dark. Even if it's for the Greater Good.
"lying is wrong" what evangelical nonsense is this???
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balkanradfem ยท 1 day ago
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I don't get to talk about feminism in real life, because it's not an accepted topic here, it's an 'evil harpy movement' still, despite it getting women the right to vote, own property, own a bank account, be able to be paid for work. The consenus is that normal women don't need to be feminists, we already have the right to vote so what more could we possibly want. I do get to talk with young women about it! When I have some teenagers or young adult women in my life, I am telling them all about it, showing them all the violence statistics, instructing them on all possible methods of abortion, and they are genuinely stunned to gain this information they've never had access to before.
But yesterday, I was at plant lady's house, and I breached the topic of feminism, because I had just entered a feminist book club, and joined a little group of croatian radfems, so I was all up in my ideas about it. And I love the plant lady, she's a beloved figure in my life, but she is both against feminism, and a huge fan of conspiracy theories. So when I started talking about feminism, she interrupted me to tell me that she heard that women, are not in fact, responsible for feminism, but it's actually males in power that are pulling the strings. I explained that we don't even allow m*n to participate in what we do, but she was sure she's right, because, males in power thought it would be cool for women to have jobs and pay taxes, so they invented feminism, to collect more taxes and have more workers. And I knew I couldn't argue her about it because conspiracy theories exist to null every argument against them, right, no matter what I say, she'll have a more incredible explanation. So instead I changed the topic to the problems of sexual violence against women, domestic violence, normalization of pedophilia, and treatment of women like objects due to rampant pornography.
And she's like, no, that doesn't happen, most people are normal and have normal marriages and treat women normally, and these problems, are not the problems of 'feminism', these are things everyone is against โ€“ and I say no they're not, m*n don't care, they don't fight against any of it, in fact they're the perpetrators of 90% of these crimes. Then she launches into a story of an abused woman who refused to leave her husband because she loved him. I explain to her that this is incredibly common and it's called 'cycle of abuse', and we can resolve this by teaching women very early on about this cylce, that it can easily happen to them no matter what kind of husband they choose, and to recognize the signs early, before it comes to worst, and for women who are going trough it, they need all this euducation too. What is happening currently is nobody is talking about it and we pretend it doesn't exist and then victim-blame women when they get abused. Most abused women don't even recognize they're being abused because they're being isolated and told it's their own fault. Then she launched into another story about a woman who she knows was battered who escaped. Then she mentioned another situation she knew with a violent husband, and another with a drunk one. And I'm listening to her like. Hey. You said this doesn't even happen, that it's incredibly rare, but you personally know this many cases? And you know me, I've been living in violence too, remember?
And she just looks at me. Realizing for a second that it's not that rare. She didn't argue with me. She previously really thought about each and every case she knew as an outlier, something so improbable and rare that it wasn't really a social problem. She told me then, that we can't really help these people, because police only makes it worse, so what do we even do. I told her it's important that we talk about it, that we offer resources and teach women early on to recognize abuse, and to make a point of not blaming women for it, to make it clear any male could do it to them at any point, to be ready for it, to reconsider marrying, to have a separate bank account, to never let their survival and housing be completely dependant on a male.
I also indulged her to think why women can find themselves in these situations in the first place? If we're so equal, how come it's possible women don't have anywhere to go to, and need to stay in the abusers house to just survive. I said it has something to do with parents usually leaving their houses and properties to sons, and expecting daughters to move into their husbands places, and she again said 'no this doesn't happen', and I went 'well why don't these abused women just move into their own houses they inherited from their parents' and she again, had no arguments. It's not the sole reason though, women earn less too, get less promotions, get paid less for the same job, still mostly do unpaid labour, dedicate a big part of their life to raising children on their own, they don't get to accumulate funds and properties in the same ways m*n do.
Anyway, while we were having this entire conversation, her 18yo daughter was there, listening to us, and miraculously, she seemed to agree with me! When the plant lady claimed 'there's so many normal ones out there', the daughter interrupted to say 'no mom, there's no normal m*n out there, I can't find anyone normal', and I immediately supported her claim with agreement. I was so happy to be a little feminist influence on her and to validate her point! She was also wearing a shirt that said 'grl pwr' and I was like 'yes this is great' even though it's just a liberal catchphrase, it's still a sign of wanting women to have power in the world that doesn't believe a word they say.
I think the type of attitude the plant lady has is extremely common for women in our country, in fact she was very receptive to what I was saying. She knew about this many cases of domestic abuse, because she was often the safe person for these women to tell, and she has been helping the ones who escaped, me included.
Most women I know will launch in defense of males and trashing of women as soon as you mention feminism, because it's the only socially accepted thing to do. I believe we all have women in our lives who are not malicious or terribly ignorant, but affected by the mainstream beliefs that women are asking for too much, already have everything, and are at fault for everything that happens to them; this is incredibly pervasive and impossible to debate in a conversation. It's so ingrained in women to go against anything that makes m*n look bad, it's almost considered a sin and a hate crime to even think this way. Like something a bad, selfish, bitter, irrational and greedy woman would do, and nobody wants to be dubbed that. I remember thinking this way myself when I was a teen; I wanted to hold males responsible so bad, but the shame of being seen as this hateful and bitter person was getting to me, to the point where I would silent down and not speak out.
I used to get so angry at anti feminists, and would avoid indulging with the topic because it would irritate me so much, but I've gained more understanding as I go on, and can now tolerate the opposing arguments when I know they've come from propaganda and social pressure, rather than ignorance or hunger for approval. I'm more effective being able to indulge a little! Not a lot though. If I spent a lot of my time trying to argue with anti-feminists I would in fact, wither and die.
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stxrslut ยท 1 day ago
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summary; when rafe gets with you as a barrier to stand between the tension that stands in stone between him and his drug dealer, but the moment barry realises what he's doing, he takes it to his utmost advantage and uses you to prove to rafe that he will never be anything other than pathetic to himย ย 
content; rafebarry x reader, dubcon, ass eating, use of weed, โ€œbitchโ€ is used in a derogatory way towards reader
rafe cameron is a pathetic man. thereโ€™s no doubt about it, anyone whoโ€™s ever met him has found it out in some way or another. youโ€™d been told this when he started going after you, and to your dismay, youโ€™d ignored it. youโ€™d had no idea that rafe had alternate motivations when he began pursuing you, but you were ever so wrong.ย 
maybe one month ago, more or less, there had been a rather monumental night. rafe and barry, up late, smoking, had fucked. it was quick and rushed and sweaty and gross. and then rafe had run for the hills, never to acknowledge the night again, or so he thought.ย 
overcome by a mountain of emotions and complicated thought processes, heโ€™d done everything possible to distract himself, starting with a few hookups, and then a relationship with you.ย 
you do the job well enough for him, but even so the dealer is always somewhere in his mind. you notice sometimes when youโ€™re having sex that he just disassociates, but youโ€™re not sure what heโ€™s thinking of, maybe thatโ€™s just how he is in bed.ย 
whilst youโ€™re not aware of all of the backstory behind them, you know something is up with rafe and barry. when you tag along with rafe on his weekly visits the tension between them is tangible. barry always remains stony faced,rafe always looks similar to a prey animal, scared, skittish, ready to run or play a defence. you quickly become aware that you are his defence.ย 
rafe takes you there to try and intimidate him. to try and show him, to send a message that says โ€œI donโ€™t need you.โ€ย 
tonight is one of those nights. you are sat cross legged on one of the two couches on barryโ€™s front porch. you feel rather uncomfortable.ย 
the two men are smoking weed, each of them have their own joint, because apparently sharing doesnโ€™t happen anymore. rafe occasionally offers you a drag, which you occasionally take, but you think if you got high, the tension in the air would make you puke. it might make you puke anyway.ย 
nobody has said anything for over five minutes. you decide to crawl into rafeโ€™s lap, for some comfort, retreat, maybe just to make him break this deafening silence.ย 
rafe lets you take a place straddling his lap, you wriggle down there to get comfortable before you rest your head on his chest. to your absolute disappointment, the silence continues.ย 
another ten minutes, maybe fifteen, you canโ€™t keep count. you hear the moving of cushions from behind you, barry must be changing the position that heโ€™s sitting in.ย 
looking up, you see rafeโ€™s jaw ticking in supposed frustration. you can tell that the thoughts are rushing around behind his eyes before his gaze hardens and he looks back down to you.ย 
without speaking, his hand cups the back of your head and he pulls you up to lock lips with him. the kiss is sudden and a little too intense for the context, being that his drug dealer is watching it happen.ย 
thereโ€™s really not a way for you to protest and this does help occupy the quiet and awkward just a little bit so you donโ€™t. along with you not protesting, it escalates just a little bit. a lot actually, within minutes youโ€™re humping on his bulge.ย 
your mouth no longer on his lips and now on his neck, you can see his face just a little bit. heโ€™s staring right at barry, not looking away, not blinking. his only acknowledgement of you is the hand on your lower back, guiding your movements just a little bit.ย 
you think maybe you should just stop, walk home without him and escape this turmoil of looks and telepathic communications you canโ€™t tap in on. but something else happens before you can act on it.ย 
you donโ€™t see it coming, so it takes you by surprise when barryโ€™s firm pair of hands pull you back to stand up against him.ย 
โ€œfuckinโ€™ done with this.โ€ he grumbles, but heโ€™s not speaking to you, heโ€™s speaking to rafe, whoโ€™s face you can now see is bright red, eyes wide and lips parted. โ€œyou think youโ€™re such a tough guy huh? nah. weโ€™re not doinโ€™ this no more. you wanna fuckinโ€™ show off your girl like that makes you better. huh?โ€ย 
he yells, pushing you aside but blocking you in, as he goes down to rafeโ€™s level. you watch in shock as he leans forward and grabs rafe by the collar. then he pushes him down to lay on his stomach on the couch, making his cheek smush up against a pillow that probably smells of mould.ย 
once rafeโ€™s pants are pulled down and his ass is revealed to the cold evening air, barry grabs you once more, forming a ponytail in your hair to keep a firm hold of you.ย 
his mouth comes up close to your ear, โ€œyou think your manโ€™s tough huh? nah. gonna show you what a fuckinโ€™ pathetic little son of a bitch he is.โ€ the dealer's words are driven by an anger that you are not sure the origin of.ย 
you have to avoid yelping when suddenly youโ€™re pushed to your knees and your face is inches away from his ass. you can guess now what youโ€™re about to do.ย 
hand still on your head, barry levels his face with rafe now, โ€œfeel like a big guy now rafe? do you feel good?โ€ย 
and then your face is shoved down. your mouth immediately comes into contact with his asshole. by default, you begin to move a little, parting your lips and tonguing at it. barry chuckles, โ€œthis girl knows what to do, doesn't she? you got her trained rafe? you like having your ass ate?โ€ย 
rafe whimpers. he feels humiliated, this is not the reason he ever dated you. he dated you for confidence in himself, not whatever the fuck this is.ย 
unfortunately, for him that is, pleasure is there too, and he canโ€™t resist reacting to it. his ass shifts upwards to accommodate the boner that was pressing into the couch uncomfortably.ย 
the sounds heโ€™s making are oh so pathetic, whimpers and whines and little begs to barry to stop this. he doesnโ€™t stop though.ย 
even when you come up for a breath of air youโ€™re swiftly pushed right back down by his firm hand, โ€œkeep goinโ€™ bitch. I didnโ€™t tell you to stop.โ€ย 
after chastising you, barry turns to rafe with a clear sense of what heโ€™s about to do. โ€œlook at you. fuckinโ€™ pathetic. never gonna be the big man you think you are rafe cameron.โ€ย 
it takes just a few more seconds and then rafe cries out embarrassingly loud. โ€œmmh- fuck. get her off oโ€™me.. stop it.โ€ tears are falling down his cheeks while he feels nothing but humiliation at what heโ€™s doing.ย 
barry does pull you away, pushing you aside, but only after heโ€™s sure that rafe has endured every last second of his orgasm.ย 
you move up to sit on the floor two feet away, eyes fixated on the two. rafe is breathless, body limp on the couch, cheeks red and tearstained. his eyes bore into barryโ€™s, itโ€™s like theyโ€™re speaking in their heads again. whatever the fuck has happened between these two, you just hope to god you donโ€™t have to stay a part of it.
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captainofthetidesbreath ยท 3 days ago
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I will say, at the end of the day, I am very fond of Illario Dellamorte, despite it all. Yes, he managed to make every single POSSIBLE bad decision one can make, then figured out how to make a few more that nobody else would've thought possible. Yes, he was increasingly sloppy and incredibly stupid about it all. Yes, a lot of his frustration and rage is incredibly misdirected. Yes, I said before the game came out that I support him having a villain era, and I still do because it's fun and I love mess and dramaโ€”as much as he stresses me out and makes me want to strangle him because Jesus Fucking Christ.
Still, I think I like the idea of forgiving him. For me, there's something interesting in how he doesn't kill Caterina, in how he didn't ask for what happened to Lucanis and seems genuinely angryโ€”wrong as he is to direct it at Lucanisโ€”that the control that Lucanis so highly prized was taken from him rather than dying at his best, in how he can engineer Lucanis's death but experience a grief that still feels harrowingly genuine at the wake, in how he clearly is grasping at any possible advantage and is carelessly choosing his allies not because he believes in their goals or ideals but because he's desperately power-hungry and ambitious and no more. In how, if he is forgiven, Lucanis is impressed he almost got away with it, in how Illario goes to help the Crows in Minrathous in that last gambit.
He's a mess, and he's selfish and ambitious and vicious and contradictory. But, I have a soft spot for characters like him and relationships like his and Lucanis's, y'know? Forgiving him and forcing him to work out his life after he's burned nearly every bridge he has is just really interesting to me, especially given how Lucanis is still full of hope and affection for him alongside the hurt. How do you rebuild after all that, you don't even have the devil-may-care breezy mask anymore because everyone knows better now. Figure out where he fits now in his cousin's life, because I do thinkโ€”at the end of the dayโ€”the affection and relief is still there from both sides, under it all. Deeply buried possibly, for Illario, but there.
I think there's enough pieces here to suggest that he and Lucanis have a chance to actually figure it out, and to suggest that Illario might actually get his shit together and be willing to given opportunity, time, and patience. It's also a messy choice (and a huge risk), but I do personally like the idea of forgiving him. I like the messy, insane, dramatic narrative of it. He has potential, as Lucanis himself notes. I would love to see if he can rise to it, now that he's gotten all of this out of his system.
Or, at least forgive him because there's something funny about that and I want to see what else he does if given the chance. It'll probably also be a mess, but I'd love to see what messes he gets up to when he's not plotting against the person closest to him in the world. It'll be fun! But, sincerely, I do think he can get his shit together, and I hope and believe he wants to. It's the more interesting and fun story to me, for both him and Lucanis, personally speaking.
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gabbytbll ยท 2 days ago
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do you think you can do modern au sukuna headcanons with a antisocial reader๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ™
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โ›งเฝ€ You and him are childhood friends who kind of grew apart after your parents died but after he seen you get bullied by his friends he stayed near you.
โ›งเฝ€ After you and him started to hang out more he realized he liked you more than a friend.
โ›งเฝ€ When his ex-friends found you one day at school, they slammed your head against a locker because they were angry you took their leader away from them,
โ›งเฝ€ He got a call from the hospital saying you had a major concussion and needs to be watched 24/7, he rushed to the hospital angry that something happened to you.
โ›งเฝ€ Once he got there and see the state you were in, he had a couple tears in his eyes because he thought he could lose you.
โ›งเฝ€ He stayed in the hospital with you watching over you and keeping you company until you were discharged.
โ›งเฝ€ He stayed at your house to cook and clean for you because he knows only you live there.
โ›งเฝ€ You won't tell him who did it because you know he will hurt them really bad, he keeps asking you until he stopped suddenly which made you scared he found out.
โ›งเฝ€ He found out, and boy did he do something about it. He broke one guys legs, and gave one a broken finger and gave the other two a concussion. Nobody messes with you. Nobody.
โ›งเฝ€ Nobody knows who put them in the hospital, but you do. You feel so bad but at the same time you don't because they hurt you to but not as bad as sukuna hurt them.
โ›งเฝ€ He didn't care when you yelled at him about what he did to them if anything he laughed in your face. He has no remorse for them.
โ›งเฝ€ After everything was blown over he asked you on a date to take you on a secluded picnic where you could see the sunset. One of his best memory's he ever had of you, just sitting there smiling and laughing brought him so much joy.
โ›งเฝ€ He knows you don't really like going out to crowded places, so he makes sure wherever he takes you isn't that bad for you. He pays close attention to you when ever your uncomfortable.
โ›งเฝ€ When he bought his bike, he made you join him on his first ride with it. He made sure you were very safe before he started to drive it,
โ›งเฝ€ Loves to cuddle you because he likes how your soft fingers feel when you trace his face tattoos. He loves to cuddle you from behind whenever you read a book, so the both of you read the book together.
โ›งเฝ€ He brings two lunches to school one for you and one for him. He made them with love and care, and he made your extra cute just for you.
โ›งเฝ€ Brings you to the roof of the school just to eat lunch together. He actually likes it up there with you to, he likes how he can pay better attention to you.
โ›งเฝ€ He will wear matching outfits with you as long as it's not a bright color like light pink he says. You made him wear a matching light pink onesie with you when you and him went to see the barbie.
โ›งเฝ€ He decided to move in with you knowing you can barely take care of yourself in his words. No he just wanted to be near you much more then he already did.
โ›งเฝ€ Moving in with you was the one of the best decision of his life. Woke up to your beautiful face every morning and then cooking breakfast for you and watch your smile brighten up when he gives it to you in bed.
THE END
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๐“๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž,๐ซ๐ž๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ , ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ
ยฉ๏ธ ๐ ๐š๐›๐›๐ฒ๐ญ๐›๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฒ, ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐š๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ. ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
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2hoothoots ยท 3 days ago
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saw this post in the tag earlier talking about how we never really get a detailed look inside Maligulaโ€™s mind, and it got me thinking about the themes of the game again so Iโ€™m gonna use it as a jumping-off point. because i agree, itโ€™s very significant that we never get to really see Maligula/Lucrecia as she used to be! but i think that fact actually makes the game much stronger, especially on a thematic level.
Lucreciaโ€™s presence haunts the narrative throughout Psychonauts 2. at first, we can only make her out through her absence. sheโ€™s the seventh stump around the campfire, the missing center of a torn photo. we see glimpses of her in the ruined fragments of Fordโ€™s mind. in Helmutโ€™s mind, sheโ€™s a looming specter, a shadow of the friend he once knew. in Gristolโ€™s mind, sheโ€™s a celebrated war hero. and as the game goes on, we learn that everything in Psychonauts 1 โ€“ the Aquatos leaving Grulovia, the family โ€˜curseโ€™, Raz running away to camp โ€“ all of that was set in motion because of her. sheโ€™s at the very center of the tragedy that PN2 revolves around.
and she does haunt the narrative, even if Nona is still alive. because the old Lucrecia โ€“ the real Lucrecia โ€“ we never get to meet her. sheโ€™s long gone.
the closest we come to actually interacting with Lucrecia, as she used to be, is in Cassieโ€™s mind. while the rest of the Psychic 7 only have a few lines to share, paper Lucrecia has a full dialogue tree. this is probably one of my favourite moments in the whole game. thereโ€™s an awe in Razโ€™s face, getting to meet her, but also this palpable tension throughout the conversation.
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(screenshots taken from here! if you donโ€™t remember this conversation, or just want a refresher, iโ€™d highly recommend going back to watch it.)
this dialogue tree is great. itโ€™s funny, and subtle, and surprisingly moving. Raz is full of questions for Lucrecia, and Lucrecia isnโ€™t giving much away, but we get glimpses of her story here that are so tantalising. itโ€™s a fascinating window into the person she used to be: coy, and playful, and a little aloof.
but โ€“ this is also very clearly not Lucy. we hear Cassieโ€™s own thoughts coming out of her mouth (โ€œCassie told us [hydraulic mining] was very bad for the environment, but nobody listened to her, as usualโ€), but her dialogue is also steeped in Cassieโ€™s confusion, her struggle to understand what happened (โ€œI donโ€™t really know [why I murdered all those people]. I was the nicest person during my time at Green Needle Gulchโ€). this is the closest we ever get to seeing Lucrecia, face-to-face, but sheโ€™s still heavily filtered through someone elseโ€™s perception.
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how much of this is the real Lucrecia, and how much of it is just how Cassie sees her? weโ€™ll never know.
i think a crucial part of PN2โ€™s themes is that perception โ€“ how you can be someone completely different to different people around you. everyone has their own version of the story to tell. the most obviously propagandistic is Gristolโ€™s retelling, which comes as a shock twist at a climactic moment that throws the whole game on its head. here, we get to see the other side of the story, from someone who only ever knew Lucrecia as a protector, a general, a murderer โ€“ and thought she should stay that way.
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(screenshots from here)
but as entrenched as he is in his narrative, Gristol doesnโ€™t have all the answers, either. and Fordโ€™s version of events, while probably more factually correct, is still steeped in his own biases. Ford was so dedicated to the memory of the woman he loved that he did terrible things for her; and when he tried to bury that memory, it was so deeply entrenched in his mind that it broke him.
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(screenshot from here)
but note the wording, when he talks about using the Astralathe to โ€œneutraliseโ€ the โ€œproblematicโ€ parts of her mind. My Lucy.
something else that PN2 touches on is how experiences change you. after the battle against Maligula, the remaining members of the Psychic 7 become very different individuals. Cassie withdraws from the world, unable to return to normality after everything that happened; Compton becomes an anxious wreck without his support network. Bob is broken with grief after the loss of his husband, and Ford willingly shattered his mind because it was what he thought he had to do to keep Lucrecia safe. and throughout the game, Raz helps all of them โ€“ but he doesnโ€™t fix them. he doesnโ€™t undo everything they went through, because how could he? the things that happened will stay with each of them forever.
and itโ€™s the same with Lucrecia. even after she lets go of the rage and grief and violence that Maligula carried with her, symbolically severing the threads that bind her to her past โ€“ she doesnโ€™t just go back to her old self. because sheโ€™s someone different now, too. sheโ€™s a mother, and a grandmother, and she loves her family so truly and so deeply. sheโ€™s patched together a new life for herself. and thatโ€™s what she affirms to Raz, in the moments before the final fight.
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and he loves her right back. even after everything heโ€™s learned, sheโ€™s still his Nona.
i think sometimes a story is more satisfying for not giving you the easy answers. Psychonauts 2 leaves a lot of things unsaid. it gives you pieces of the puzzle, glimpses of Lucreciaโ€™s story through other peopleโ€™s eyes, and asks you to draw your own conclusions from that. and then it says: this is who she is now. this is what matters. and personally, i think itโ€™s stronger for that.
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