#anyway i'm SO glad this support line didn't go the way i was worried it was going

[saturdays--sun]

ah. i see he met my other inserts.

[dilf-docs]

Hand To Heart (I'm Gonna Stay Faithful)

bfd!joel miller x younger!reader

summary: a pregnancy scare makes you realize just how deep you are in this.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, p. in v., pregnancy scare, fingering (WE GET IT U LIKE IT), bit of praise kink, humilliation kink, breeding kink (they're stupid and insane acc), dacryphilia, sex thru the looking glass (there's a mirror in reader's dorm), ANGST in capital, they're starting to catch the feels™ ur honor, hurt/comfort, plot thiccens, this people are clearly NOT in a good headspace btw idk we listen read and don't judge.

word count: 4,757 words

side note: everyone calling this joel nasty but thirsting after him too? was going to hold a trial over my citizens but yk... what the hell, sure! i too want nasty bfd!joel to ruin me: he can be my baby daddy who doesn't pay for child support of our 4 kids and we'd make way to bed for our 5th LET'S GO also spam time! but i also happen to write in wattpad, and got a pedro pascal social media fic going on :) it's on spanish tho, but if u speak the language and would like to tune in, u can read it here

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It's a regular Tuesday when his phone rings at ten in the morning.

"Dad"

Joel gets up from his desk in a brash move, immediately picking up his daughter's worried tone. Tommy bursts inside, telling him to calm down, but all Joel can hear is the anxious beat in his chest.

"What's it, babygirl? You okay?" his throat tightens. "Talk to me"

There's silence before she answers, as if she's unsure to continue.

"It's not me" he feels his muscles relaxing, but then Sarah drops the bomb. "It's y/n"

Joel's heart beats with a different type of worry.

"What's wrong with her?" voice firm but emotionless.

It's almost summer again, and he's still seeing you. In a way, you had carved a space for yourself in his cold heart, so naturally, fear settles in. He'd never admit this things out loud, though.

"I don't know, dad" his daughter starts to rush the words out, panic evident on her voice. "She has locked herself in the bathroom and won't stop crying. I-I didn't know who else to call"

"Don't worry" but it sounds like he's trying to convince himself. "M' comin'. S'anyone else in there?"

There's a pause on the line before she answers.

"No"

He thinks of you. He'd seen you cry before, of course, but it'd been over silly childish stuff, like getting sent to bed early or not getting what you wanted for Christmas.

He thinks of you. Images of your pretty face, etched in pain, make his stomach drop. It isn't fair: your face was one destined to be happy for eternity, your smile so contagious Joel would sometimes find himself surrendering to your juvenile joy, his crow feet a little more notorious since you entered his life and carved your space on it by force; a light in the dark.

He just couldn't bear to see a mirror of his dullness on your face. It wasn't right.

"Stay put. I'll be there"

He tries not to think about your eyes drained of life. He tries not to think he's the cause. And then, he hangs.

As soon as Joel enters your dorm, your perfume is up his nostrils, providing him with a sense of relief he didn't know he needed. It was comforting and familiar, words that used to be hollow now carrying a knowing feeling that stung right on his chest.

"Dad" Sarah calls out, going for a hug. Joel embraces his daughter tightly while caressing her hair. "I'm so glad that you're here. I didn't know what to do"

"Breath in, babygirl. S'alright" he looks at your door, closed. Broken sobs can be heard, and his wounded heart feels like a heavy burden on his chest.

"My class starts in ten" Sarah speaks against the fabric of his flannel, "but I just couldn't leave her like this"

His daughter has a good heart. At least one of them did, anyway.

"Go to your class" he's commanding before he can fully process what he said.

Sarah breaks the hug, looking at him with a look he can't quite place.

"What? But, dad-" she tries to protest, concerned for your wellbeing.

"I'll take care of it. Always do, haven't I?" he sees her hesitation, and afraid of where her doubts would take her, Joel adds a small joke in there. "Y'know those classes ain't free, kid. Go ahead"

"Okay" she gives up. "Just... tell me if anything happens, yes?"

"F'course. Trust me"

"I trust you"

He still remembers when Sarah's kindergarten teacher handed him that drawing: Joel was wearing a cape, and she said his little girl had told everyone in class his dad was a superhero because there was nothing he couldn't do. That same admiration and faith is there in her eyes, even as the small naive kid slips from his fingers and turns into the woman that stands before him. He's not the devil, but the worst father in the world, and that is pretty much the same to him.

When Sarah is out of your dorm, he's trapped inside the small room with your heavy crying on the other side of the door. He looks at the small place, thinking about all the times he's sneaked inside during the night, hiding like a criminal as you wait for him behind the door full of scrapped stickers, ready to capture his lips with an eagerness that gnaws his chest.

Now it's just him and your sobs, his terrified reflection displayed in the mirror in front of your bed, mockingly staring back.

What are you doing? it questions, and Joel, always ready to answer, has suddenly lost the ability to speak.

Forcing himself out of such a pitiful state, he approaches the door, knocking softly.

"Sarah" your hoarse voice speaks up, and just then, he realizes how much he loves hearing your voice, no matter how it sounds. "Don't you have classes to go to? Leave me, please. I promise I'm good, I-"

Joel hears your distress, so he interrupts what looks like the start of a nervous rambling wreck. Huh, doesn't he know you so well?

"Sarah's gone" a beat, "It's me, Joel"

As if you wouldn't recognize that deep voice even if you were deaf.

There's silence before the door flings open, surprising Joel, who takes a step back, barely noticeable to the rest, but obvious to you, who has spent hours admiring him and all his small movements, he who you could draw by memory and built in your head as real as he who was standing before you, his eyes circling with a whirlwind of emotions you can't quite place, yet make your heart race.

Joel takes in the sight of you, deciding it's unfair how good you look, despite your disheveled hair, run mascara and red-rimmed eyes: you are still the prettiest sight he's ever seen, and now he doesn't know what scares him the most.

"You're wearing my shirt" he says out loud his latest discovery. It's all he manages to say: not an are you okay? nor an what's wrong?

No, Joel just happens to be very stupid(ly in love).

"Sarah didn't see me" you hug the fabric that makes your frame look smaller, or maybe it's your tired composture that makes it seem that way, avoiding Joel from enjoying the way his shirt looks on you. "If that's what you wanted to know. Been inside there for hours, already was when she came by"

The fact that you rather explain and assure him of his supposed possible worries instead of sharing your own, makes his stomach tie on a knot. Were you too kind or perhaps selfless? Maybe just stupid(ly in love).

Joel grunts, and you're not sure if it's his way of dissmissing your comment (maybe he thinks you're lying), chastising you in a shallow manner or the fact that you're poorly trying to avoid the elephant in the room. Maybe he thinks you're still a foolish careless child who can't comprehend the weight of whatever it is you're doing by being with your bestfriend's dad behind everyone's back.

"Tell me" he gets closer to you, fingers on your cheeks, but they don't dig the skin, instead, his roughness hiding a surprising tenderness to them. "What happened, y/n?"

The rawness in his voice takes you by surprise. Joel Miller, who seemed a man impossible to waver, now stood before you, wrapped in a gloom that left you at loss for words, something akin to hope planting it's seed on your heart.

"Tell me" he demands, yet his pupils move as unsteady as your heart. There's no power for command in his voice, only what you could allude to helplessness.

Was it because you were putting up walls like he did?

Was it because the consequences of being with you are starting to dawn upon him?

Whatever it is, you don't like it.

"What's wrong?" he's pushing for an answer softly, such a contrasting image to that of him in bed. "Please, talk to me"

Please.

The words slip past his trembling lips, defenses crumbling.

Joel Miller hasn't pleaded since Sarah's mother packed her bags and walked out of their shared home. He promised himself he would never be vulnerable again, never at the feet of a loved one, beggin to be seen.

To be heard. To not be hurt. To be loved.

But here you were, red eyes blown wide at a confession spoken through other words.

Please.

Your chest feels heavy, breath constricted.

"Joel..." you utter his name like a prayer. As something to believe in; something to hold.

He rushes to your side, strong arms caging around you as your labored cries fill the tiny room.

"S'alright" he whispers against your ear, burying his face on your shaking shoulder. "M' right'ere, doll"

Your hold turns more desperate, practically clinging as if your life depended on it.

"Take your time, y/n" your name so soft, you feel like crying more. "I ain't goin' anywhere"

"Promise me" you whimper, holding tightly.

"I won't go" he assures. There it is, the same unwavering strength you know. It's for you, he thinks.

"Joel" you call out again, tone terrified. "I think I'm pregnant"

It takes him at least a minute to speak. Even to breathe.

"...What?"

He feels your erratic pulse against his chest.

"Joel. Look at me"

He doesn't feel your heartbeat anymore. Just then he realizes he's backed down, embrace letting go of yours. Joel takes in your eyes, shimmering with new tears and fears.

"Joel?"

"I'm here" his voice sounds like it belongs to someone else, and the reminder like it's for himself.

"I know" your small voice speaks up, "but, just- please, look at me"

Joel holds your gaze, and it's like your air supply as been cut.

We don't want this.

"Are you sure?" Joel asks cautiously, as if you were a small animal he's afraid to scare.

"No" you breath in. "I bought the test, but I couldn't take it... I was, for the very first time in my life, scared. But there's always a first, isn't it? That's when Sarah found me"

There's always a first. You weren't afraid when he pounced you next to his sleeping daughter, neither when you didn't stop coming and he let you in everytime, and absolutely not when he obscenely ate you out while Sarah was on the phone. No, you were brave―brave enough to stand defiant when his conflicting gaze pierced through you, daring you to be the first to leave this mess and forget about him. But you were brave because you stayed, despite it all.

That had to mean something, right?

"You said you wouldn't leave me" it comes out in a shaky breath; a threat. Your voice seethes with a quiet rage. "You promised, Joel"

Like the word promise was a dagger twisting on his insides, not a sacred oath.

So he forces himself to be that hero Sarah still thinks he is. After all, he promised her he's going to solve this, didn't he?

"I did" he runs a hand through his hair. "Got the test with you?" You slowly nod. "Take it, then. I'll wait here"

You don't move from your spot, chest still moving uneven under your labored breaths.

"When you come out, I'll promise I'll still be here"

He can't promise you more. The world? It's what you deserve but not what he can give; Joel can only give so much.

"Okay" your tone is clipped, and that's all you say before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind you.

The room feels smaller than it is, the small plastic stick feeling heavier in your fingers than it actually is. You hear the clock's tick, Joel's frantic pace and your own irrational beat. It feels like a bomb: ready to explode and destroy everything within it's range.

Time drags like a cigarette, walls closing over your shaking pale frame. Your phone has a timer going on, yet for some reason, it feels an end to your beginning. You hug your body, wishing it was Joel's arms doing so.

But you saw it: fear, hesitation. It was on his eyes, auburn cracking like wood under fire. He was weak, and so were you. All of this... it starts to loose it's meaning. What started as a summer fling now falls upon you like a second skin you can't quite wash off, and it's suffocating as much as the enclosed space where a stupid line could change the rest of your life forever.

Joel outside isn't doing much better. He's aware his walking probably set you on edge, so now he's sat at the small bed that dips under his weight. He takes one deep breath, two―then looses count.

How could he be so careless? For a brief moment, why did he let himself believe it could be?

For God's sake: you were his daughter's friend. He had seen you and Sarah play on his house, laughing on his porch, gossiping on her bedroom. Growing up.

He wanted you, a desire so consuming it sometimes kept him up at night, thoughts confusing with something else. Probably fear, probably acceptance.

Joel is aware you changed his life. You, with your wild spirit and obnoxious laugh. You whom he couldn't tear his gaze away when standing in the same room, a magnetic force making the world around you drawn to you and that dangerous allure you had that made it impossible to resist you. To forget you. To live without you.

He feels dirty. A monster. A wolf with an insatiable hunger, sinking his canine teeth on your soft flesh. He'd drink your blood, to always keep a part of you with him; to be one. Like a lamb sent to the slaughter: but you wanted it. You had placed your head inside his jaw; trusting. As if knowing he could devour you, yet he'd never hurt you. Daring, almost.

Show me you can love me. Take a bite. Take me as yours. Mark me. Ruin me for anyone else. My blood, it belongs to you. This isn't a sacrifice―this is love.

When you exit the bathroom, hand holding the pregnancy test, it's all clear to him.

For a moment even, Joel forgets there's a world outside and sees a small baby: they have your smile, your eyes―and nothing of him, because you're the sun of his moon, the light of his darkness, and that baby is a mirror of you and your beauty. You and your warmth, devoid of his cold and far from where his filth can taint it. They have to look like you, because you are the most beautiful person in the world, and suddenly, the idea one more of you is possible, makes it feel like just you isn't enough.

"It's negative"

For the second time in the day, Joel is rendered speechless. His gaze is trained on the floor, lost in thought. Besides his lack of an answer, whatever he's thinking makes you nervous.

"Joel, are you okay?" you call out.

He swallows the lump on his throat, pose awkward before he moves next to your bed.

"M' fine, baby. C'mere" he sits over it again, motioning with his hand the empty spot next to him. Joel's embrace is warm, like it shields you from the cold harsh truth.

"Are you upset?" you ask over the comfortable silence, the underlying tension stretching like a rubber band.

"No" his answer comes quick, "but I won't lie to ya', doll. Thought for a sec and ol' man like me could give a pretty girl like yourself a baby as beautiful as their mamma"

A treacherous pink dusts your cheeks. Had you lost all your common sense? Seconds ago, your life hung by a fragile thread, and now all your body can think is to go for the same risk again. Fuck it.

"Did you? I thought you were too busy freaking out"

Joel lets out a nervous laugh. "M' a busy man, doll. Learned how to do two things at once"

A fire settles in your stomach when his touch lingers over your soft flat belly, longing.

"Hmm, I see" your fingers move from his hold to his collarbone, as they play with the buttons he hasn't wore.

"Y/n" he warns. You stop for a moment, not because you're unsure, but because when you look up, his eyes don't shine with that glint of danger and hunger that gives you the thrills. Instead, they look at you with a fondness he doesn't seem to even realize―the one that gives you the hope of it all.

"I want this" you speak up, voice confident.

"I don't think that's a good idea, doll. What'ya need is-"

"You" your face gets close to his, cutting his words and breath. Joel's adam's apple bobs, your throbbing pussy going through a Pavlovian response, such action an indicator he's surrendered to you, mouth watering at just the thought. "You said you could do two things at the same time, right? The comfort me in the only way you know"

There's hesitation on his eyes, and while you think it's because he's still hung up on the idea this isn't what you need, Joel's mind is stuck in the fact you think he can only warm your bed but not your heart. It's stupid, indeed. It can't affect him that much. Ashamed, he cuts the space hanging between your lips and traps them in a heated kiss.

"Hmh, Joel" your voice barely audible as Joel's fingers grip on your hair, his sleazy tongue sliding it's way into your mouth until you can feel it in your teeth. "Please..."

He chuckles at your neediness. "Please, what?"

"Please" you whimper, feeling your back heat with droplets of sweat under Joel's shirt, the sticky feeling akin to that starting to pool in between your thighs. "Please, make me feel good"

Joel smiles adoringly, moving your body until your legs are up his shoulders. Sure, his knees covered by his dirty worn-out jeans are ruining your fresh laundry, and his joints may crack here and there, but you don't pay mind to this little things: all you care is how he's kissing your bare thighs, his salt and pepper stubble tickling skin that feels more sensitive than ever; burning almost.

"Gon' touch 'tis pretty pussy 'til you forget y'r name, doll" he breathes out. "Will ya' let me?"

You nod eagerly as he helps you get out of your panties, throwing them somewhere around the room. You smack his arm playfully at his rough manners, but then he's pressing his lips with wet ticklish kisses on your legs and laughter bubbles at the tingles it's causing.

"S-stop, Joel!" you beg, legs shaking. Your giggles are contagious, and soon the foreign feeling lifts the corners of his scowl into a smile, a concept becoming more familiar with time.

"I ain't stopping" his fingers then graze your clit, tauntingly. You whine, as Joel doesn't let up on your clit, his calloused digits coated in your arousal. "'Tis what you asked for, baby. So 'm gonna make you feel good. So good until you can't speak nothin' that ain't my name"

The threat feels like a delicious promise, so you tell him you'll behave.

"I wanna try somethin', doll. Wait" you whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, and then he's moving your body until he's against the wall and you're on the border of the bed. With your eyes, you follow his line of view. "So needy, ain't ya'? Cockhungry slut. Jus' scared the shit out of me and now you want me inside?" he tsks. "Sick fella"

"Joel..." you breath out, desire pooling into your orbs.

"Wanna see you, doll" you see your reflection in the mirror as Joel lowers his head to whisper on your ear, eliciting goosebumps on your skin. "Want you to see yourself, too. How you'll be beggin' for me"

His middle and ring finger dip between your folds as he continues the minstrations, fingers pumping in and out as they graze your moist cunt. They start to go in circles, and even if it's not exactly next to your bed, you can see the mirror begin to fog, whines condensed in the heavy air.

His shirt clings uncomfortably to your body, but you don't care. In a way, he feels even closer to you, as if he was an extension of yourself.

Joel's body radiates heat on it's own, making the room's temperature skyrocket.

You lean your head back onto the mattress, moaning.

"Need ya' to use that pretty mouth of y'rs, doll. Say it" his fingers linger on the dip of your hips, waiting for an answer with a smirk and daring manner. "Say what ya' want; that's if you can"

It takes you a while to speak up, the slippery sound of Joel's coated fingers the only sound to be heard on your dorm.

"I... I need" you whine through labored pants, "I need you, Joel"

I need you, Joel. It's in the heat of the moment, really, yet on that very instant, he makes a silent vow that hangs unspoken in the air.

"Good girl" he bites your earlobe, making a chill run down your spine.

His fingers fuck into you just how you like it: swirling to explore your inner tight walls.

"Fuck. Love how your pussy takes me, doll. 'S mine, isn't it? Say it, say who this pussy belongs to. Who's the only man allowed to have it"

You close your eyes, but the answer comes clear. "You, Joel. Just you"

You whine, feeling him go harder in a new-found confidence. Your nails dig on his biceps, but he doesn't flich, still busy burying his fingers inside your clit as his mouth continues spilling filthy shit you barely can comprehend, mind starting to go numb.

Normally, Joel would make you cum on his fingers, always making sure to lick it after, claiming it was bad manners to leave to waste. But today, the clock ticking in your wall, he knows he must hurry.

"Eager, eh?" you taunt back, seeing how quickly he's pulling down his underwear, guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance.

Your dripping cunt welcomes his cock, tip teasing your entrance.

"Don't" he seethes.

"Don't?" you laugh. "Don't what, laugh?"

His fingers grab your jaw tightly, forcing you to look behind you.

"Don't stop lookin', doll"

Joel slips the tip of his cock into you, his hands grabbing your waist to steady you. He looks at you through the mirror, seeing your dazed eyes, waiting as you bite your lip.

"That's it, good girl" he praises, purring against your ear. You see his face go down and lick the side of your neck before sinking his teeth in it. "Gonna reward you for'at"

Your mouth falls agape when he fully pushes his cock inside of you, burying himself to the limit in the first thrust. You moan, stretch wet pussy trying to adjust to his girth. He groans, his hips moving back and forth with yours, to meet his thrusts.

"R-right there" you whimper, feeling eyes starting to water. It had been a long day, and with his cock buried deep inside you, you can't think of anything else: just him―like this, for the rest of your life; you don't need more. "Fuck, don't stop"

His thumb rubs across your cheekbone, capturing a tear that had slipped past your foggy mind in a brittle moment of vulnerability, brown eyes flickering with something else. It could be.

We could be.

"Fuck, you cryin' over this cock, doll? What'a fuckin' slut" he laughs incredulously, but there's a hidden fondness to it. "S' that how good 'm makin' you feel?"

You can only moan, his dick harder now, his infatuation with your fucked-out state evident in the way his movements become more hectic.

"Can't even speak? What'a dirty minx inside 'tis sexy little body"

"Mhm" you blabber, tears running hot down your cheeks, landing on the mattress in fat droplets, noticeable through the reflection even. Joel stares back at your puffy eyes, devotion pouring at your glossy gaze, coated in a faint red tint, more pronounced from your earlier cries. Fuck. Never did he think your lambent eyes and sniffle sounds could turn him on this much. Something about him being the cause of it has his head spinning.

"New rule" he growls, "you keep those pretty red eyes lookin' at me when you cum"

You whimper at his words, the powerful aura they carry pushing your orgasm closer to the edge. You feel your tight folds clenching around his cock, hands holding to his back while your nails dig in it. You feel yourself approaching your release, multiple tears escaping down your cheekbone. In an obscene gesture, it isn't his thumb but his tongue what removes the wet stream from your body, feeling the salty drops on his tastebuds.

You were already so worked up, it was a matter of seconds before you could cum at any moment. Your walls clench around his length, and before you can process, Joel pulls your body up, caging your tits until they're pressed against his soft chest. You face the white paint of your wall, and Joel can see your back in the mirror as he's still buried inside of you. You gasp at the change in position, all of the sudden, a painfull delicious sensation flooding your senses.

"You're gonna cum, aren't ya', doll?" Joel's asking, hot breath nestled in your neck.

"Hmh" you barely manage to blurt as he fucks into you harder, your arms clutching onto him. You were being so loud now that you were sure you'd get at least one noise complain, hoping it stays there; if they found out not only had you been fucking, but with a fourty year old man who happpened to be the father of your bestfriend, you'd probably get expelled. "So close..."

"You know?" he whispers, voice fragile over the sound of your pants and worked up breaths. "I was scared, ealier. M' sorry you had to see that" your body trembles, making you close your eyes. "But I need ya' to know, for'a moment, I did think about having a kid with you"

Your forehead drips with sweat, mixing with the sodium of your tears.

"Maybe in 'nother life, huh?"

Your heart feels like it's about to burst when he sloppily kisses you, as to prevent any words come out of your mouth―humilliating or full of regret, avoiding the heart ache of a rejection. Joel, for a moment, lets his heart wander off to territories he shouldn't, thinking of things he should leave to be. Joel digs his hole deeper, but he doesn't care: he just wants to be the best grave in your cementery.

"Maybe" you answer, but it sounds like a possibility, the promise of a foolish mind betraying the guarded hidden hope.

"Fuck, Joel" you bury your face against his soft pecs, your orgasm crashing over you. Your whine comes our rather loud, trying to drown the sound against his body. He doesn't stop holding you on his arms, firm; you'd probably fallen if he didn't.

"Wait for me, doll. 'M close"

"Please" you plead, kissing his jaw. "Need you. Want to feel you, Joel"

Not daddy, but his name. I want you. I need you. Want to feel you; for you to fill me. He groans, rhythm sloppy as he crashes his lips into yours. he should stop, especially after today's events, but God, his traitorous head is filled with images of you, belly round with his child, one carved to be the spitting image of you.

Do it.

You moan inside his mouth when you feel him finish inside of you, thick, your fingers running through his dark greying hair damp with sweat.

"M' right here" he says his words from earlier, and you feel yourself hugging him to keep his body next to yours even as he pulls out.

"I know" you hum, arms around his neck. "Thank you for coming"

"What of both?"

You let out a laugh.

"Jesus, Joel" but your tone is devoid of malice, adquiring that layer to it, just like his own. There's a shift in the air, and if you felt it before, now you know there's no point of return. "You sure are something else"

dts: @ann-gell; angél de mi corazón, tkm mucho, gracias por llegar a mi vida, ah.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

me: don't think about it

me: Charlie going to the demon over lords like "hey look! heaven attacked and we fought and (mostly) didn't die and a sinner got yeeted up to heaven! Will you please support my (newly rebuilt) hotel now??"

(most) demon over lords looking at charlie like: shit the second most powerful person currently in hell, who was BORN with that power, is trying to fuck up the power that WE clawed our way to the top of (she's ruining it by giving sinners hope) (meaning they won't be so eager to sell themselves off to bigger demons) (meaning bigger demons will have less power) (if she has it her way they'll be fewer sinners at ALL) (which won't work) (bc this is all still Stupid) (BUT) (if the people of hell start thinking they have a chance...) AND she wants us to stick OUR necks on the line in the fight against heaven (who don't traditionally go after her or her family anyway but love hunting US) now she's also got her dad actively backing her up, so we can't just say a flat "no" or try fighting her over it, especially not since she's shown herself to be not so lame after all.... we need a way to get all of hell doubting and mistrusting her, so they don't go to her hotel thing instead of to us... but what can we use against her? what weak spot does she h-

over lords, looking over at charlie's girlfriend vaggie, and her newly returned, never-before mentioned angel wings: ......Hmmm...

charlie: trying to explain that her gf WAS an exorcist yes ok, and sure she DID kill lots of sinners but- No charlie didn't know that when they started dating but they've worked through it and vaggie- look she fought on hell's side during the hotel battle she was right there with charlie up in heaven advocating for sinners getting a second chance-

What? Yeah she, she went back to heaven that one time. No I guess she's not banished exactly, they just tore off her wings and left her to die here after she- NO she does NOT want to go back- yes ok she COULD but she doesn't WANT to, the hotel is her home now and- look she almost died fighting for it-

it wasn't a LIE, she just, she was scared and didn't tell the truth! What do you mean "can't trust your judgment"? I know her and I knew she'd have my back and she DID, the whole POINT of the hotel, which WORKS by the way, is that people can change-

NO SHE ISN'T SPYING ON US FOR HEAVEN! she hates them! no I'm not "just" saying that because "she said so" I can TELL we've been together for THREE YEARS- YES FINE SHE WAS HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME ALL THAT TIME OKAY but look at what she's done and been DOING! Yes, thank you Caramilla- she got her wings back and used them to fight for- she- WHAT?! NO! She's the hotel manager- she's OUR hotel's manager- she can't leave, that's- wh- fire her? It's her HOME! I'm her partner not her boss!! No I'm not listening to this! This is stupid- the whole hotel wouldn't even BE a thing if I hadn't MET her and it wouldn't work without her! I-

vaggie: I'll go vaggie: charlie's being modest. she's got things covered here vaggie: I'll be hell's spy in heaven, if it'll help. IF you all support the hotel.

and the overlords smile and promise-

(of course of course they will, really, it's nothing against her just a little PR issue, a matter of building trust, so naturally she'll report only to them yes? she and charlie will make a little deal not to contact each other otherwise? they're just worried, you see, wouldn't want an angel taking advantage of the princess of hell's confidence again, so glad she understands)

-nice and sharp and already watching eagerly as charlie's newfound backbone crumples while she stares at vaggie, wordless again just like up in heaven, and doesn't react when vaggie takes her hand and gives her a pleading look-

back at the hotel, alone, vaggie is swapping out her hotel vest for the clothes she was in when they met, wrinkled and crammed at the bottom of drawer, while charlie sits on their bed refusing to watch. vaggie doesn't pack for heaven. she walks over with just her spear and holds it out- here. she'll feel better, about being away, if charlie keeps this with her. charlie doesn't take it. charlie doesn't answer. charlie's crying and she latches on tight when vaggie drops the spear to hug her. she should've been able to stop this- she can't keep the hotel running on her- she doesn't WANT to TRY doing this alone-

she won't be. vaggie reminders her, lucifer and the others are all here, charlie isn't alone anymore. she's got the hotel. she's GOT this. and vaggie will come back

but she's tired of being scared and she's not gonna risk both their dream because of it. not again.

so, vaggie goes to heaven, supposedly to help sir pentious settle into his new life up there, with the help of emily to smooth things over and the fact that adam and lute swept her under the rug instead of making her fall an official thing- and considering the circumstances, emily argues, they were in the wrong anyway, especially now a sinner HAS been redeemed

meanwhile charlie stays in hell, at the hotel, without her.

and she's short tempered with worry, impatient with the everyday problems of the hotel- vaggie up in heaven with LUTE the woman who ripped out her eye ripped off her wings tried to kill her- all because charlie couldn't convince the overlords- couldn't convince (wasn't enough to convince?) vaggie to STAY- and,

the other's notice, notice that asking how things are NOW is too raw but asking about the past is easier, lighter, get's charlie lost in memory instead of on of her worry spirals, and there's flashbacks of them getting together- there's vaggie up in heaven quiet and listless as she shadows sir pentious around keeping lute at bay and he looks over at her nervously, he brings up how much he misses cherri, and how he could use a few relationship tips for when she (surely) eventually ends up here too-

charlie and vaggie, both of them apart in the present, neither of them okay, maybe vaggie's snooping up in heaven leads her to lilith and gets her in trouble- maybe charlie makes deals she regrets down in hell trying to keep things going without her- but we see them in the past, together, and them pulling on those memories now, trying to get back to each other again

or something like that.

[relevant-wikipedia-articles]

merry christmas!!!!!

This may seem weird, but I do this all of the time and I'm so glad I'm not the only one. I'm not sure if this is your first time or not, so I'm going to explain your situation just in case, as well as how I tend to go about dealing with it

It's a fairly uncommon issue, so hopefully others who see this post will learn how to identify when this happens and how to support people in this situation while they work through it

Anyways, there's no easy way to put this so I'm just going to say it outright: you've accidentally time travelled. I recommend taking at least a few seconds to sit with that thought

Now, just trust me on this, you'll want to go back to your original time. You may think it'll be fun to be in the past/future, but time is no joke. It takes A Lot of energy to stay outside of your time, and there's so many other downsides to not being in the right time that you'll just want to trust me when I tell you that you'll want to go back to your own time. You'll see what I mean as you try to sort all of this out

With that out of the way, you're probably thinking something along the lines of "how on earth did I time travel at all, let alone without even realising it‽", and, unfortunately, there's no simple answer to that

Every so often, there'll be something that you do that makes you travel through time. It can be either forwards or backwards, but it'll always be in the same direction each "season". The amount that you travel can vary though. For me, it's usually anywhere from a few minutes to a couple of days. To get back to your own time, you're going to have to identify this action, and, whenever you do it, simply do it again but swap when you inhale and exhale. It sounds silly, but it's the best way I've found to fix it. Idk why it works, but if there's a better way to go about fixing this then I don't know about it

Actually fixing it is the easy part. The hard part is figuring out what you're doing that causes you to time travel, since it can pretty much be anything. I do this by keeping a journal of what I do each day, as well as a list of days that I notice I've travelled farther away from my own time. Then I'll compare the two every so often and work my way towards narrowing down the exact action. This can sometimes take a Very Long Time, so the best advice I can give you is to just take life one day at a time

Now, you'll notice I didn't tell you *how* to tell when you've gotten farther from your own time, and that's because it's yet another tricky thing to pin down. Usually, I'll be able to tell from inconsistencies between my memory and my journal. Maybe I don't remember answering this ask, but I wrote in my journal that I did. Maybe Alice is complaining I never texted her back, even though I literally have screenshots of me texting her back in my journal (said screenshots have since irrecoverably corrupted). *Maybe* my phone's battery percentage doesn't line up with how quickly my phone charges and the time my journal says I plugged in my phone

Yeah. Like I said, this is the hardest part. Once you get out of "action id hell" though, getting back to your own time is a fairly straightforward process (though you will feel like an idiot while doing it): you just gotta alternate doing that action, followed by doing that action with the inhaling and exhaling swapped. I think doing the action triggers the time shift or whatever, and then doing it again with the breaths swapped reverses the direction, but, again, I have No Clue how or why this works

Some other things to note:

While you're going back to your own time, don't worry about the people from the time you're leaving. There's an uncountably infinite number of yous all going through the same process right now, and the you from the time you're leaving will replace you when it's all over

You probably won't get the action right on your first try. In fact, it'll probably take a few attempts to get it right. Just remember to be patient and take things one day at a time

Don't worry too much about being out of the loop when you get back to your own time. In a few days, the memories from the you that made it to your time will come back to you and it'll be like it never happened

Now, if this has never happened to you, and you want to know how you can help those going through this, my biggest piece of advice is to just be patient. You can offer your own theories as to what the action they're looking for is, but be respectful if they aren't comfortable talking about it. For some people, it can be a very personal thing

One thing you can do is offer to help them with everyday tasks. Like I said, being outside of your own time takes A Lot of extra energy, so taking some of their work upon yourself is a great way to help them through this. Don't overwork yourself though. They'll find consistency much more comforting than sudden bursts of help (also, overworking yourself is generally a bad idea)

Above all though, just be patient. It's going to take a while for them to sort this out, and I'm sure they're just as annoyed at it all as you are

[autumnvine]

Autumn Nights

Summary: Cosy diner, torrential rain and a loving boyfriend who's always there to take care of you.

Autumn was alsways your favourite season, wathcing as the leaves changed from the crisp green to a beautiful autumn glow. Sitting by the window in the smal but cosy run down diner, warm tea acompanying the book in hand. It felt surreal, as if the world around you was non existant just focusing your attention to the words on each page, picturing it unfold in your mind. The feeling of almost being teleported through time and space to a far off venture, where cottages and villages were all the age, no ipods, or mobile devices, log fires to cook your freshly caught dinner. Imagining a simpler time where noone ordered in for dinner or shoved a frozen pizza found in the back of the freezer that had long been forgoton about in the oven, where everything had its place, all homemade, no next day deliveries of the mass produced crap that noone needed and bought anyway.

A time where you didn't have to live for work, compleating endless tasks to the deadline, working the overtime to cover a shift, life was just simpler then.  Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, page by page you read, not once looking up to your surroundings, not watching the people leave from behind you, completely forgetting the concept of time, you read. Your tea once fresh now an empty cold cup on the mat infront of you, not noticing when it had been taken away.

Daydreaming of the endless possibilities that unfolded through each turn, not noticing the diner was completely empty, the capachino machiene turned off for cleaning or the lights above the other tables turned off.

"Forgive me" a soft spoken gently older lady said stood beside you. Looking up in almost a trance

"It's seven fifteen we close at seven, I didn't want to disturb you, you seamed so happy, but you really need to go now"

Apologizing you quickly gathered your belongings, fumbling with your book, keys, phone and handbag you ran out the door, you'd forgotten all about the time and didn't once check your phone, three messages and a missed call, cursing yourself for having the device on silent,

6.10 "I'm just about to finish work, see you soon I love you"

6.30  "Just finished, I miss you be home soon"

6.45 missed call

7    "Y/n are you okay? Call me I love you"

You knew your boyfriend was suppost to be finishing work around ten, giving you plenty of time to be home with your dinner ready, he wasn't bothered if dinner was ready and certanly never got mad if it wasn't, but it was just your way of taking care of your love after a long, difficult, stressful day at work. Calling him as you waited for the bus he answered almost instantly

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see my phone I got caught up reading at the diner and-" rambling on, Tom cut you off mid sentence

"Darling it's alright, don't worry, you need not explain yourself especially to me. I was just concerned as i hand't heard from you, please do not rush home, enjoy your reading, I'm glad your having a nice time." Tom was always to kind to you, taking care and supporting you.

"I am just coming, I'm just waiting on the bus and I'll be home shortly"

"You didn't leave on my account did you?" Tom asked

"No, no, no I had to I lost track of time and thre diner closed I had to leave and I was late, the lady asked me to go, I'm sorry."

"Darling I'll come pick you up it's pouring with rain and getting dark where are you?" Trying to protest about getting picked up you didn't want him comming in the rain to get you, explainig the bus is only fifteen minutes away from where you are.

"Darling I'm coming this isn't up for discussion, you must be frozen standing there, fifteen minuites is a while away from you, if it even comes on time, plus the drive home, please Y/n where are you?"

"Thank you, I really am sorry, I'm on the corner of sixth street by Java Journey cafe and bookstore"

He insisted you stay on the phone to him as he drove, the rain getting heavier, your hair clung to your face, standing shivering waiting for your boyfriend to come save you. not long after you clocked the grey BMW driving towards you, slowing down and pulling in for you.

His hair and coat soaked from running to the car, his jeans a slightly darker blue "I'm sorry, thank you for picking me up, I'm sorry your soaked Tom you should have stayed dry and warm at home"

"I'm alright, it is you who apprears to be soaked right through." resting his hand on yours holding onto the gear stick "Darling you are frozen, I'll draw you a bath as soon as were home, your going to get sick. Try take your coat off and your jumper if it's wet." Sitting in your t-shirt, knuckles a faint tinge of blue, rolling into the car park was a sight most welcomed, you just wanted to be warm and dry, safe in your home. Opening your door

"Wait, close the door please stay here for a moment" Tom asked before leaving the car first, he opened the boot and took something, opening your door, handing you a dry jumper, "put this on" he took of his coat and tried to sheild you with it from the rain as you got out the car wearing your favourite jumper, well... his jumper. Thanking him you ran the flight of stairs to your front door and down the path together.

Opening the front door he let you in first, immediately feeling the rush of heat and a delightful smell like no other.

Tom helped you hang your handbang, and coat, placing your trainers under the heater, he stood there smiling at you as you carried your book to the coffee table with your phone, noticing each drip of water run from your hair to the floor, holding the blanket from the back of the sofa wrapping it around you, his arms holding you close to him. "Leave that for now, come, we need to warm you."

"This is nice, right  here, right now, this works"

"Get your wet little butt upstairs I'll be up shortly." kissing your forhead you went up, taking off yor trousers that had nearly stuck to you.

Moments later you could hear little feet running around, up and down the stairs, back and forth to what sounded like the kitchen, "Y/n may I come in?" he asked gently knocking on the bedroom door,

"Come with me" the same blanket covering you, walking into the bathroom to find a bubble bath with candles, tea, your body scrub and moisturizer, some hair and face masks laid out on the toilet lid, of course your book on the bath board "Tom this is amazing, thank you, I don't deserve this, you didn't have to do this for me."

"You deserve the world my love, there's dinner ready for you down in the kitchen I made some potato and leek soup. Once your ready for it give me a shout and I'll bring it to you.Relax and take some time for yourself let me take care of you. Now climb in the bath your freezing." Kissing him and thanking him again Tom closed the door behind him.

It must have been well over an hour topping up the warm water, relaxing with your book, your body clean and finally warm, knuckles a soft shade of pink a much better upgrade from before. Tom had left you to relax for as long as you wanted, he too sat reading one of his many books from his collction. You could feel the happiness almost erupting from within you, thinking of how Tom doted on you, he really adores you, how good to you he is and how lovely a couple you make. Setting your book on the bathroom floor, layinng your back against the edge of the tub enjoying the feeling of the warm water gently washing over you, your eyes growing more tired, becoming harder to keep them open, just one second wouldn't hurt if you closed them, just to rest for a short moment. Nearing on two hours of being in the bath Tom came up to check on you, gently knocking and softly calling your name before entering, looking around the room, your tea empty, book on the floor body scrub not where he had left it before noticing you laying in the bath a gentle smile on your lips, head against the small pink bath pillow listening to the delicate sounds of your breathing. Placing his arms under your legs and your back lifting you out the water, the cold air made you shiver a little in his arms "Tom" you mumbled half asleep

"Shh I've got you, it's alright, I've got you." whispering gently kissing your forhead. Carrying you through to the bedroom

placing you on the bed, drying you off a little with a fresh towel, exhaustion was taking over you completely you barely flinched as he helped you put on one of his shirts, draping the duvet and cosy blanket over you, kissing your forhead, "Goodnight my love, sleep well"

"Tom, sleep with me?" barely whispering back

"Of course" climbing into bed beside you once again taking you in his arms whispering "I've got you" as he felt you shifting toward his chest getting comfy. "Sweet dreams"

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1105 - Initial Thoughts

So we are back again, after a big impactful chapter last week we're looking to reach full incident territory now

Buster Call No. 3 here we go...

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

Carrot cover page is welcome but also reminds me how I wish she was Nakama

With the buster call summoned everyone is fleeing the scene, most of whom unaware of the situation

Doll suggests that Saturn and Kizaru leave too, but Saturn states they're staying

It seems that Doll is unaware of the regen, but she doesn't question Kizaru's reaffirming to do as ordered

Vegapunk confronts Saturn again, imploring him to call off the Buster Call due to how it will hamper the world's technology by a century

Saturn notes though they don't need more advancement, and can't trust that Vegapunk's hiding something else...which he kinda is but still

Apparently a ship also left Egghead, guessing it was the former inhabitants during the Labophase Among Us situation we didn't see

But Saturn had it hunted down, on the threat that they may know something about the Void Century, Akainu tactics there

Vegapunk once more is appalled but Saturn rebukes that he dug their graves by seeking forbidden knowledge

Everyone's in movement though, except the Mark IIIs who are the perimeter for the island

Sanji directs Kuma, Bonney, Franky and Atlas to the vacuum rocket, assuring Bonney that Vegapunk will be safe

He also briefs Nami on what's going on above, surprising the group that there's yet ANOTHER buster call to go through

After several months we finally see Robin alive and well...mostly, she's on a hoverbed and in clear discomfort, probably from wounds and trauma

Jinbe has been sent to get Zoro so he doesn't get lost, but apparently he's still fighting Lucci

Lilith meanwhile didn't even make it to ground, she was still with the ship and got assistance from Brook

And he's found a clever way to get the ship to the rendez-vous, using his ice powers to freeze the clouds and skate on them

There is however the matter of braking, which Lilith quickly rescinded her praise for Brook after he had no ideas, plus the Vega Force 01 is still not an option for flying out

They make a point in saying that the Labostratum still has its barrier, meaning that the place will have some safety from bombardment, but the first barrage begins even with soldiers still evacuating

As Vegapunk laments the loss of another island, the Vacuum Rocket shoots off

But once again, Kizaru's here for the intercept

Sanji sees the intercept and goes to rescue Bonney, while Saturn orders the Pacifista to fire at Bonney and Kuma

Internally he sickly enjoys the irony that Kuma gave away his life to protect his daughter, only for his clones to be the cause of her death

Vegapunk meanwhile looks on in horror, remembering his worry that even though Bonney's Kuma's daughter, a pacifista won't hesitate to kill her if ordered

And Oda makes it clear there'll be no Luffy save, the navy have found him again stuffed and unable to move right now as he lays next to the vending machine thing we saw earlier in the arc

Aren't these soldiers supposed to be running from the Buster Call though?

HOWEVER, we also flash back to the alleged sunken ship Vegapunk sent out yesterday, except it's not!

The destroyed ship is in fact the warship Saturn sent, and they have no idea how they're gonna report their failure to Kizaru

But another player is about to enter the game, they are on their way to Egghead

Until the very end there it seemed like a simpler albeit dire chapter to follow the heights of the Kuma punch, the Buster Call is here and most of our heroes are tied up in some shape or form; Zoro is still uncharacteristically dealing with Lucci, Robin our queen who I'm glad to see alive but sad to see still hurt is forced to rest, Luffy overate and is once again surrounded by marines, Sanji is running towards the line of fire even though Kuma is literally shielding Bonney anyway, Vegapunk is alone to the mercy of Saturn, Franky's falling, Brook is skating the Sunny without a brake, Kizaru's still being a government cog, it's all meant to feel like it's gonna go wrong.

But there are still the outside factors to play; the giant mecha will still have to help in some way, and there is still the slight possibility that the Mark IIIs do in fact hold an echo of humanity that resided in Kuma - which'd call back to the weaponized sea beasts still having their animal instincts - to not fire at Bonney. And now we have this other player that's coming, unless it's the Blackbeard ship from before. I do wanna hope it's Smoker but chances are low on that, why would you want to contact an admiral directly about that? Another Yonko ship on the move or the Revolutionaries seems like the Fleet Admiral would be warned so I'm still wondering if it's someone else we've not seen much of; Law & Bepo or maybe Perona & Moria.

The goose is not cooked yet of course, but our Straw Hats could do with a bit of gritting their teeth and stepping up, escaping a buster call doesn't quite have the same impact it did in Enies Lobby, stopping a Buster Call is yonko-level.

[shakooo]

Hello Shakoo! You're one of my biggest inspirations when it comes to art. I wanted to ask you something - how do you let your art be so 'free'? You sketch a lot and you dont constantly care about proportions/anatomy and making it look exactly right (it seems like it, anyway), and it makes your art look so fluid and fun. Any tips on how I can learn to do that? Thank you, and have a wonderful day/night! < 3

OOHHH HII ETSU!! srry for the delay, i've been a little busy but i had to answer this first jekej

OMGgg!!! i am really glad to read that, the fact that you consider me part of your inspiration is an honor that i must be grateful for :")

and well, as for the first question, well uhmm it's something difficult to explain i don't really pay much attention to that when i do sketches or stuff like that....

BUT ithink there is the thing that makes it look like that (also because of the fact that i spent my entire life making pure sketches and rarely clean drawings JAKJAKA ) when i draw or sketch something i do it in a very """dirty""" way so to speak (since normally my sketches have many lines without erasing) , at first i was worried that everything would come out clean on the first try, but that really wasn't going to happen so i stopped worrying about it a lot, of course it helps a lot to practice and see references, that has helped me like you have no idea-

Uhm, and for the second question...!!! weeell, as someone who has never neeevver been asked for advice on how to draw jaksjak, it will be difficult for me to explain it but I will do it...sorry if i go on TOO long.

the first thing i couuld advise you is to let your hand flow... at first it is difficult, it took me a while to do it but then you will achieve it!! You can do it while you see references, try to imitate them but letting them be as fluid as possible, even if you use many strokes along the way ;D

another thing that i think helped me a lot was exaggerating the expressions of some drawings, in the purest cartoon style (although i'm still trying to get better)

and lastly it could be practicing a variety of poses, so even if they don't come out the way you have them in your mind, that helped me when i was just starting out in drawing, when i was making comics of my oc's i would draw them with poses or perspectives that i didn't understand or master it at that time... but after visualizing them in my brain and rehearsing them, they began to come out more and more fluidly :'DD

it's a long process, which to this day i still practice because sometimes even if i want to sketch in a fluid way i cannot

I'm sorry if I responded with something that doesn't help you or sounds very obvious, but since I never imagined that they would ask me about this, it means that I have to improvise in order to explain myself AAAA

i hope it works for you at least a little, as i said before i am flattered that you consider me an inspiration 🥹💖

If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to ask me 😋

thank youuuuu for your question and for your support !!!

[imaginespazzi]

Once again suuuuper late with my GH thoughts (Chapter 6 now) so if you don't wanna answer since so many people have already sent theirs that's fine and I'll do Chapter 7 way sooner this time. Anyways here we go:

-Ok the flashbacks are always adorable so this one was no different. When they sneak out and Paige is being cocky, Azzi tells her not to tempt fate, to which Paige responds “Fate’s got nothing in front of Paige Bueckers. I make my own fate”. Now I might be reaching but I feel like it's foreshadowing since we can see that the fate Paige attempted to make for herself didn't work out, and maybe Paige and Azzi are simply supposed to end up together, because they're soulmates, because it's fate. The picnic gave me In Between Shades Of Blue vibes and I loved the whole thing. Azzi getting mad at the girl for never texting Paige after their date also really feels like when she got mad at Olivia for the questions she asked Paige during the press conference.

-I feel like we're seeing a lot of Azzi overthinking, Azzi worrying, Azzi pushing away, and Paige looks like she's ready to jump back into everything so fast which wouldn't make sense because then she could've and should've tried in those 8 years apart. "And I get it- I get that you’re not ready to be all in on this with me yet and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not completely ready either." I think this is you subtlely warning us that now that Azzi's finally slowly pulling, Paige will start pushing. With the way the chapter ends, I also feel like if anyone runs away in the morning, it'll be Paige. 

-The car seat??? Adorable. "And this way if you ever need me to take Stephie off you" it would be amazing if you wrote a Paige and Stephie scene, maybe she takes her out for ice cream and to the park again or something like that.

-"She knows her parents had never cut Paige out; hell they’d been at her wedding to some other woman -and Azzi had pushed them to go knowing Paige would need it-" makes me wonder if they would've gone if she hadn't insisted. They most definitely still loved Paige because she's pretty much become a daughter, and it's not to say their supportiveness was fake, but I feel like maybe everyone has an inner Drew. For example in In Between Shades Of Blue, I felt bad for Zoe, I really did, but I couldn't help how I also loved the way Jon, José and Drew all seemed to dislike this new person taking Paige's "place" (sorta, even if they hadn't dated).

-"“Miss Buecks does not cheat,” Stephie yells back loyally." I really don't think of Paige as a cheater but this line also just made me think about something I'd already sort of given some thought, would Paige cheat on Olivia with Azzi? Did she? Even just 1 day, 1 night? "Jon rounds on Azzi, who’s been silently watching the situation, “did you help her cheat?”" I don't know, I'm overthinking as always but these are just my thoughts about the chapter and fic in general after all so why not share.

Ok so that's it and I'm really new to tumblr but you told me to pick an emoji when I sent in my Chapter 5 thoughts, from what I'm getting it's so you recognize anons? So here I guess, if I can have this one:🪐

Hi friend! Wether you review the day after or weeks and weeks later, I will always be just as excited to read and reply to your reviews <

-I'm glad you caught it. That line was definitely both a bit of foreshadowing and some tongue-in-cheek humor because obviously Paige didn't really get to control fate in the future. But it's also an ode to being a teenager and really thinking you do have the world in your grasp, only to get older and realize that, that's not quite true.

-A lot of you seem to be on the same page (pun intended lol) re: Paige being the one to run away. Guess we'll find out!

-Paige and Stephie scene coming soon!

-I think maybe they'd have been more wary to go if Azzi hadn't pushed them a little bit because they wouldn't want to hurt Azzi especially not when she was pregnant. I don't thin they're particularly happy with the wedding but I think Tim and Katie were able to swallow that up in part because of Azzi's insistence and of course in part because it's Paige and they love Paige. Jon and José could not however be convinced to attend.

-I mean cheating isn't just physical right?

And ofc you can have that emoji! I just like my reviewers to have emojis so I can have a general idea of what you said before and how that connects to how you feel after new chapters if that makes sense? It's also to make it easy for y'all to see my replies instead of having to scroll but just clicking the tags!

[theyourstruly]

If you're wondering what happened with Prince Alexander absolutely nothing because they didn't exchange numbers, so anyways, I mean it's not like he was really interested in her, probably just wanted someone to talk to.

Eleanor moves on.

She has joined the theater club and will be performing tonight.

She's been enjoying it a lot. It's way for her to disappear and become a completely new character.

She's excited for her role as leanne

After one more rehearsal, it's time to get ready.

she only has a supporting role, but she does get the opportunity to sing the main part with her other cast members, and even though she's nervous there is an excitement about all of it.

Getting her make up done she chats with Stella who is also in the play.

"I'm so excited the day is finally here" Stella squeals with delight.

"I know right I can't wait"

"Are you nervous? I mean you will be singing in front of a crowd."

"I mean a little bit, but I'm not gonna think about all of that you know, just gonna stay focused and do what I'm meant to do" Eleanor replies heart raising slightly

"True, but make one wrong mistake, and it will be talked about the entire year"

"Very funny thank you for making me feel so at ease Stella"

"Oh, come on I'm just joking around, I know you will do well okay, you have nothing to worry about."

Finishing with her hair and make up and being put into her costume it's time for everyone to stand in line and wait for their cues.

It's finally time, Eleanor arrives on stage and sings and dances to her song with her other cast members.

The crowd seems to really enjoy it, so for Eleanor it's a win in her books.

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"You were really amazing tonight"

Looking back, she notices Alexander

The play had wrapped up an hour ago, after giving back her costume, helping crew mates wrap things up and saying goodbye to Stella, who was surprised by her boyfriend, and went to spend time with him

She walks back to her dorm only to once again cross paths with Alexander.

"You saw?" She replies startled "What are you doing here?"

"A mate of mine's little sister was in the play, so I just tagged along. I didn't know you were in it as well"

All of a sudden, she feels embarrassed

Avoiding eye contact she replies "Ooh well uhm I'm glad you enjoyed it"

"Do you have anything else planned for tonight?"

"Not really, but I'm really tired you know so..."

"Oh yeah, no worries I uhm. Can I get your number? I mean I completely forgot to ask you when we were on the train so if you don't mind, of course, you can say no that's, that's fine"

She isn't so sure why would he want her number? He of all people, he can't possibly be interested in her, right? She's not from some Aristocratic family or anything like that, so why?

But another voice in her head tells her to just take a chance just go for it, and see where it goes.

"Okay since you asked nicely, why not" She responds quietly

Exchanging numbers and a little chat later, they say their goodbyes

Returning back to her room she receives a text from Alexander.

Hey it's Alex I just wanted to wish you good night and once again tell you how amazing you were.

P.S you definitely have to teach me how to dance like that.

Feeling butterflies in her stomach she feels very giddy, but she still isn't so sure. All of this seems a little silly.

After a quick reply back her phone chimes again but this time it's a text from her ex boyfriend Arthur.

Just wanted to let you know how amazing you were tonight. Sorry If I'm being too pushy, but I'm glad to see you doing what you love. Miss you x

Sending a thank you back, she gets ready for bed. Thankfully her weekend starts tomorrow. so she's glad that she can sleep in.

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Ok ok I'm back-

So I had an idea, Houston, Hoxton, Dallas, and wolf (if you don't do 4 you can just pick two) but their S/O gets hurt, like not fatally, but like shot in the leg or hits their head on something after getting flashbanged, and how they would react during and after the incident?

Wb wb hiiii glad to see u around ^^

Dallas, Hoxton, Houston + Wolf with hurt s/o

Dallas

- Okay so I imagine it was a normal heist when all of a sudden he hears you make a loud yelp of pain behind him

- My guy almost broke his neck whipping it around that fast

- 'SHIT, (Y/N)!!'

- You had been shot in the calf D:

- He was quick to respond by running over and lending his shoulder for support as he helped you to get out of the fight

- 'Just hang on (Y/n), you'll be fine!'

- Once you both got out of the line of fire, he let you rest against a wall whilst bringing out a first aid and kneeling beside you

- 'It's alright, you're gonna be fine. Tell me what happened?'

- According to you, you had just evaded a snipers headshot but it still hit your leg

- 'I swear to god, those snipers are the bane of my existence!' (haha bane more like bain)

- After he took care of the bleeding, he stood up and held out his hand

- 'Do you think you can get back in the fight? Heist's not over yet, (Y/n).'

- If you try to get back up and fight, he's glad/proud to see it

- 'That's my (Y/n). Now come on, let's go get those damn cops!'

- He definitely stays a little closer to you and keeps an eye out during the battle

- Once it's all over, he definitely boasted about your determination and stuff while keeping an arm around your shoulder

- 'Yeah, did you see (Y/n)? They managed to kill (insert a decent number) of cops WHILE handicapped! My partner's pretty great!'

- 'Well, they're pretty and great, mind you.'

- However, if you couldn't get back up/you were in too much pain, he definitely understands

- 'Are you sure? Alright, it's fine, just stay here, we'll finish this quick and come back for you, promise.'

- With a quick kiss on the forehead he quickly runs out into the fight, still switching his view to you while he can, making sure you don't get into trouble

- After the heist is over, he low-key threatens Twitch to come all the way back to where you were so it's easier to pick you up

- 'See, told you we'd come back. Didn't take too long either right?'

- Even if you didn't participate in the rest of the heist, he's proud anyway (it shows you know when to pick your fights)

- 'It's alright (Y/n), next heist you'll get them. Let's focus on you recovering for now though.'

- TLDR: He's quick to support and understands if you can't get back up + he's proud whether or not you choose to get back up

- OH also he gives you this face 😊 in either situation bc ☺️

Hoxton

- Bro I hate tasers oml

- But yeah, you got caught between 2 tasers

- Not fun 😭😭😭

- When Hoxton heard the sound of tasers charging, he quickly turned to see the two of them shocking you

- 'FUCK, TASERS! (Y/N)!!!'

- Luckily man's is good at shooting so it wasn't long before you were free of the two cops

- As you collapsed from the shock, he caught you (omg I love men)

- 'I know you like me, but that doesn't mean you should literally fall for me too.'

- Anyways, he helped you up and gave you a pat on the back :)

- 'Alright, let's keep going then? Still gotta fix the damn drill.'

- (It's his way of trying to encourage you to keep going ok)

- If you keep moving he's glad, it means the injury wasn't serious :)

- 'Alright good, get going then!' (he's just being his usual teasing self fr)

- After the heist is done, he'd probably check in on you again

- 'You're still alright then? Good, I'd hate to have to bring you into the hospital.... bloody hate hospitals...'

- But if you collapse in his arms again when he tried helping you up? Panik 😟

- 'H-hey, what'd I just say about swooning? You alright (Y/n)? Can you walk still?'

- He'd definitely sound more worried if you can't walk well

- 'Alright, I'll help you to somewhere safe, okay? Just hang in there.'

- He'd let you rest in a alleyway or room and check for any severe injuries

- 'You just stay put alright? We'll just do this without you. Just.... stay safe, that's all you need to worry about.'

- After it's all over, he'd be quick to rush back to you and help you to the van

- 'How do you feel now? Better?'

- Yeah no mans might be a lil worried

- Would low-key give you better treatment than he would to any of the others

- 'Alright everyone move, (Y/n) needs a seat! Houston, let them sit down!'

- As he's helping you out, he'd give you some words of reassurance

- 'It's alright (Y/n). We still pulled it off right? Then don't worry about it. You're fine.'

- He luv u fr fr

Houston

- Bo do you have a thing for the steele brothers (I get it tbh they're so babygirl)

- Anyway, I imagine he was just fixing the drill when all of sudden-

- 'OW-'

- He turned away from the drill to see you writhing in pain, as a cloaker towered on top of your semi-conscious form

- '(Y/N)!!!'

- He picked up his gun and shot down the cloaker quick, then rushed over to you and helped you up

- 'Be more careful next time alright? I can't always be there to help you out.'

- If you got up and continued fighting, he'd probably leave you be, though next time he hears a cloaker he'd probably drop everything to make sure you don't get hurt again

- 'What would you do without me huh?'

- Once the heist was done, he'd check in on you again

- 'You sure you're alright? That bruise.... well it looks shit-'

- He's just being weird in the way he cares for you alright

- OH also he might boast a bit too if the conversation turns to that

- 'Yeah, you thought you did good today? Well, (Y/n) got knocked out and STILL managed to get more done than you. Guess my partner's just better than you.'

- If you still were out of it when he tried picking you up, he'd have a more serious tone

- 'Shit, are you.... are you okay? Here, let me move you here...'

- He has no issue picking you up bridal style bc it makes him feel like a hero

- 'Just stay still alright? Take 5 and see if you feel better. If not... uh... just stay down. You'll be fine.'

- Is low-key under performing bc he's worried for you

- He keeps in a 10 meter radius of you and keeps turning to look at you

- When the heist is done and they're escaping, he rushes to you and helps you to the van

- 'Hey, you're okay right?' + 'You'll be fine, let me look at the wound more.'

- My guy is overall a lil worried

Wolf

- (Uh I'm not too good at Wolf but I'll try)

- So everything was going fine until-

- SURPRISE, DOZER ATTACK

- My guy sent you FLYING into a wall

- When Wolf heard this, he was a mix of complete panic and also anger (which is the usual but now it was heightened)

- 'SHIT, (Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

- He quickly decided to rush the Dozer first and went mental on him fr

- My guy shouldn't have punted you fr now he's..... messed up (and dead)

- After his manic panic (hehe) calmed down, he rushed to you

- 'Sh-shit, (Y/n), you look pretty bad... Are you sure you can get up?'

- If you got up he feels a little less panicky bc at least you can get up

- 'Alright, let's go then...!'

- Protects you like a guard dog (guard wolf???) and keeps an eye on you fr

- He was always protective but now he's staying by your side

- 'I'm not gonna leave you (Y/n)!'

- Even when everything was over, he still looked worried

- 'You sure you're okay? Here, let me check...'

- If you're okay he's okay :)

- OH if you thank him for looking out for you, he's like 🤭

- 'Oh! No problem...!! :D'

- If you couldn't get back up tho???

- Ohno

- 'Shit....okay, just stay here, I'll protect you...!'

- Remember how I said he'd stay in a 10 meter radius- yeah now it's like... 5

- He watches you like a hawk and won't leave even if someone asks him to

- 'Hey Wolf! Come ove-'

- 'No.'

- When the heist finishes, he finally moves away from the spot with you in his arms

- 'Don't worry, (Y/n), you'll be fine!'

- After he checks in on you/gets someone to help you out he's still a little worried fr, holding your hand and stuff

- 'Are you okay now? I swear I'm gonna kill all of those cops and rip their spines out of their body...'

- Those cops better not hit you again otherwise... uh....

[jessikast]

Rūrangi Season 2 is out!

Out. Haha. See what I did there?

I enjoyed it a lot, even though I was dubious about some of the recasting, I was brought around. My main problem is that while Season 1 felt like a complete story (hence them being able to re-edit it into a movie) - albeit one with character arcs open to exploration - Season 2 is really only the first half of several stories.

There had BETTER be a Season 3, is what I'm saying.

More thoughts, with spoilers, under the cut.

My biggest worry was the recasting of Jem. Arlo Green was just ADORABLE in the role, and I didn't know if anyone else could exude that kind of sweet earnestness. Liam Coleman does a pretty good job! I think that he's sometimes anxious rather than sweet, but Jem's social anxiety is explored this season anyway, and I loved seeing Jem awkwardly flirting with Caz, and I also loved that we got the 'ride or die, we've been friends forever' vibe.

We also had Gerald recast, with Kirk Torrence leaving in favour of Cohen Holloway. Holloway is the "Werewolves, not swearwolves" guy from the WWDITS movie, but once you get past this I thought he was okay. He seems about 10-15 years younger than Torrence, and some of his lines I could imagine coming better from the original, but he DID manage to give us the dad (and DILF) energy the role needs.

I enjoyed Anahera's arc, which moved on beautifully from her Season 1 arc. I especially loved how it went from her reciting her pepeha to actually going out and putting her hands in the awa (river). Also her cousin is Anika Moa. Love it. Less love for the suggestion of an interesting supernatual ancestor-connection storyline which didn't have enough time to get off the ground this season.

Poor Caz! I'm so glad he's finally opening up about Andy Ainofo, but he's got SO much processing that he hasn't been able to do, and I really want him to get through it so he can be the awesome devoted boyfriend Jem deserves. I thought there was such an interesting contrast in the way he was immediately all-in on supporting the queer youth of Rūrangi, and didn't quite see that Jem was actually at the same stage of coming out and exploring his identity and probably needed that same support.

I absolutely cheered at the end of episode two when Jem and Caz made out! I felt bad for Jem - he was having some body issues in comparison to Caz, and THEN finds out he's competing with the memory of an actual pro athlete? Poor guy :-( I can also see how from Caz's POV this is something they've done before, Jem is safe and familiar; whereas for Jem it is kind of all new for him.

So as far as I can see, these are the plot threads left CRUELLING DANGLING:

Gerald's heritage - he seems to have been adopted as a baby by a Pākehā family, and is very wary or uncertain about what his Māori heritage means for him and how to interact with the local iwi

Caz's trauma - he needs to process A LOT, for someone good at being emotionally astute and supportive with The Youths, he has some blind spots (like taking Jem for granted)

Jem's confidence, and his relationship with Caz <3

The phosphate ballot (and Gerald's bees)

The housing development

Whatever Anahera's grandmother did, and her connection to her tipuna who she resembles so closely

Anahera and Ellie's flirtation

The little baby queers, including the homophobic mayor's kid

Whatever the supernatural fuck is going on in Rūrangi

Me figuring out where exactly this was filmed

Did I miss anything?

[mayhem-ensues]

Azure Gleam thoughts

I've nearly seen all of the story content in the Three Hopes demo (just got a bit of the Deer route left) so I'm gonna start posting about how I'm feeling about every route so far and maybe some general thoughts too. Gonna start with the Lions for no particular reason.

First things first, the execution scene with Dimitri and Rufus was raw as hell. It did such a good job at showing all the different emotions Dimitri was feeling there. The pain and regret of losing his only remaining family, his sense of duty and obligation, and his rage at Rufus for everything he did. Super great scene.

Everything with Rufus did feel like kind of a retcon though. The way they talk about him in Three Houses I got the sense that Rufus was more of a useless philanderer rather than a tortured soul desperate for power but also kind of ashamed of the things he did to get there. Like, in Crimson Flower Dimi takes the throne without issue and he talks about the Blaiyyd bloodline outliving him if he falls which would presumably refer to Rufus so I didn't really get the impression that Rufus was a "I want the Throne at all costs" type. That being said, I think what they did with Rufus here really worked so I'm not that fussed about any retcons they did to get there.

Anyway, really glad to see a better take on the Duscur situation then what we got in 3H. Dedue's paralogue where you have to go put down the rebellion in Duscur never sat right with me, even if the context was "if the Duscur people don't stand down they'll be slaughtered" and it was my least favorite part of the Blue Lions route, so to see Dimitri, Dedue and Rodrigue taking steps to improve things in Duscur much earlier in the timeline was fantastic.

Also nice to see more of the politics in Faerghus. This was the stuff that was missing from 3H cause Azure Moon was so laser tight focused on Dimitri. The scenes where all the Kingdom lords were discussing Dimi's coronation and then the scene talking about Edelgard and the Central Church were both well done and help make Faerghus feel like a nation of people with different thoughts and feelings. I'll be honest, I am an absolute sucker for any type of scene like this where you have a council of people all giving their own thoughts on the story unfolding. Put a scene like this in your story and I will praise the world building of that story every time.

All that being said, If I saw the line completely out of context, I would have thought that Dimitri’s line about the people in Faerghus not “needing radical new freedoms” was from a Black Eagles route fanfic with a "Dimitri-bashing tag." Like come on Dimi, you're better than that.

Also Gilbert's torn loyalty between the Church and the Kingdom was resolved way too easily here given how much it torments him in 3H and it's part of a larger issue I have with Three Hopes as a whole. I understand why Three Hopes is rushing through things that 3H already covered. The majority of the people playing are already familiar with that stuff so it does make sense to skip to the new status quo as soon as possible. That being said I do worry that not taking the time to give story elements the attention and build up they deserve is going to lead to the later parts of the story not being as satisfying as they really should be.

Anyway I wrote a lot more than I thought I would so I'll talk about the supports in a different post I guess.

[luvvwins]

NOT ME EP.9 MUSINGS (a.k.a screaming)

I was so stressed, I didn't want to watch because I was scared that I was just going to be so disappointed.

My dumb ass decided that going on tumblr was a good idea, so all the damn spoilers 😒😒😒

But omg these spoilers got me screaming.

Anyways, five minutes in and I AM SOBBING. SOBBING MY DAMN EYES OUT BECAUSE (mainly I'm off my anxiety meds haha..ha...ha) BUT OFFGUN IS JUST. I am so proud of them. They have come so far and they deserve all the recognition they can get and MORE.

Okay BUT black AND THE Tear AND HE'S AWAKE BUT THIS IS...?!?! this timing is just...I have so many feelings.

I am so glad that Sean and White actually TALK. So many relationships are ruined because people don't want to talk, and wow we LOVE a communicative relationship 😍

DANYOKAREMYEVRYTHING.

Yok is my kind of flirty...you know...flirty with intent. Also love how the attraction is palpable no matter what kind of scene the two share.

BUT ITS THE ART. The interest, respect, emotional attachment to the art is what gets to me.

'I want you to meet her.'

I'm not saying I choked on a sob, but damn this man got me going hysterical with tears.

How DanYok have the least amount of scenes as a couple BUT they are just so powerful together. It is just amazing.

White looking at Sean after he jumped. The 'bitch no' expression he had 🤣

I would be like, you're cool and I like you, but I'll admire from a distance thanks.

BUT BACK TO DANYOK

Does anyone else struggle to breath during their scenes? No...? Just me?

The cigarette thing, I don't why but that was just *chef's kiss*. Yok looking like, damn, you really are a 'good-guy' kinda cop.

Dan wants to help, but Yok NEEDS HIM TO PROMISE...wait...is my obsession with them because I am protecting myself onto YOk?!?!

'If I take you to the destination, you won't leave me.'

YOK IS PUTTING SO MUCH TRUST IN HIM. I WILL DIE IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG. DIE I TELL YOU.

I would die for First & Fluke though. First is truly like one of my favorite characters, I can't breathe.

Disgusted (in a good way) by how cute Sean and White are. Hate it. Love it. Ugh.

THE PHONE CALL. I feel like we're going to actually get real answers finally!!!

BIG SHOUT OUT to the females in the show. Namo & Eugene. Literally the emotion they play and the support they actually give us so amazing and they don't let *ugh* boys *ugh* stop them from still being the bad ass ladies they are. Ugh women 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Also the way Nuch delivers in every scene even its one line.

Anyways back to the dudes!!!

Black and White's reunion went EXACTLY how I thought it would. EXACTLY what I pictured. Its was weepy, and then Black was a jerk, while White was worried, and then Todd. We all knew about Todd. T'was obvious 😒

What actually got to me though was White's reaction to Black removing everything from his body, like the piercing. It truly looked like he was being stripped of his identity and I felt like sobbing for him.

The contrast between the two are so amazing. GUN IS AN ACTOR™. HE ACTS™. Give him all the awards.

Overall: this is the happy fluff before the shit show that is coming and we're all going to simultaneously hate and love it at the same time.

[digital-corruption]

Serial Connection Part 6

"Could you hold the light still?" Jake asked as he fumbled under the hood of the SUV.

"Ugh, you’re taking so long my arm is getting tired," Raven groaned.

"It'd be easier if I did this in the morning," he reminded her. "Are you really that eager to leave me?"

"I see no reason to stay," she mumbled.

"We have a common enemy, we could work together," he offered.

"You have my number," she shook her head.

"And I thought all you wanted was for us to be together," he teased.

"You’re confusing me with her again," she frowned.

"There, I found the tracking device," he stood up straight and held up the small box. "Now I need to pull apart the sat-nav inside."

"What? More!?" she groaned.

"I can do the last part on my own if you want to go back to the room and wait there," he offered as he closed the hood.

"No, I’m not leaving you alone with the vehicle," she narrowed her eyes.

"Because you know what I'm doing to it now," he laughed as he opened the driver's side door of the vehicle.

Raven eyed up Jake to see if he was joking. "You haven't had time to do anything major."

"Cutting break lines only takes but a moment, but you would already know that wouldn't you?" he questioned as he pulled out the SUV's sat-nav panel.

"I had nothing to do with Dan's accident! I mean sure I was there and I saw the idiot getting drunk, but he managed that accident on his own," she explained. "He didn't need any assistance in crashing his car."

"If you say so. I've got the chip. Now I need to reprogram it upstairs," Jake said as he put the console back into the car.

--

Back in the motel room Jake busily worked on programming the chip to send false, randomized location data to the satellites, while Raven sewed her pants. As soon as she finished she pulled off Jake’s sweatpants and put her pants back on. He snuck a peek from the corner of his eye when she thought he was too distracted to have noticed.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok on your own? You've always had support in the past," he asked.

"By support you mean my pointy friend? Cause that's all I usually have on missions," she put her dagger's holster back on.

"But you were always given intel. You knew what you were headed into, you weren't going in blind," he pointed out.

"It’s cute that you still worry about her, but I'll be fine," she looked over at Jake sitting at his computer.

"Are you still going to make your services available for hire?" he questioned.

"Yes... no... I don't know. I mean who wants to hire an outed assassin? It'll take a long time for this to pass," she sighed.

Jake stood up and walked over to her, "I would."

Raven laughed, "You can't afford me!"

"I couldn’t afford you previously, you mean," he smirked.

She frowned, "I'm not going to sell myself short out of desperation."

"My friends and I are offering to pay you upfront an equivalent share of what we stole," he offered.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "Upfront? What about after?"

"Well, that would depend on the payouts. All you need to do is kill the hand that fed you, which I know you plan to do anyway, but you are to ensure that they never pursue us again," he grinned.

"There is only one way to guarantee that," she sighed. "And that’s for me to kill the entire chain, which is still more than your ridiculous band of hackers can afford."

"Do you really think we'll be sitting on our hands while you do all the work? While you attack, we'll be leaving their coffers empty," Jake’s expression turned very dark before Raven's eyes.

"You and your friends?" she looked at him with doubt.

"Yes, but I'll be your point of contact," Jake stepped towards Raven. "You will be taking orders from me."

"What makes you think I would accept this offer?" she laughed.

He stepped even closer to her so that he was mere inches away, "Do you have any other offers to consider?"

"Tch," she frowned. "I'll do it, but only because I'm pissed they burnt me so fast."

Jake lowered his face to hers, grinning, "Glad to hear it."

"What are you looking so smug about?" she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"Oh I was just thinking in the past 36 hours Hannah was saved, I have MC in my company, I defeated the Man Without a Face," he spoke quietly. "And now I have a cute assassin to deal with our pursuers."

"Firstly only one of those things is-" Raven began, but was interrupted by Jake pressing his lips against hers.

Raven quickly pulled out her dagger and held it up against Jake’s throat. He paused, looking intensely into Raven's eyes. Her hand shook, causing the dagger to ever so slightly cut his neck. Still he slowly moved in to kiss her again without taking his eyes off of her. She pulled away.

"I will cut you!" she threatened.

"No you won't," he went in to kiss her again.

"Stop!" she pushed him away. "I mean it!"

Jake pinched the dagger between his fingers, then pulled it out of her grip to place it on the table beside them. "If you meant it, you wouldn't be kissing back."

Raven put her hand to her lips, "That’s not what..."

"No?" he took her hand and gently moved it aside. He moved in again, grazing his lips across hers. "Tell me what it isn't, MC."

She closed her eyes as her heart raced. Her body kept trying to betray her resolve. There was a brief peck at her lips, making her heart skip a beat. Then another. She opened her eyes to look into Jake’s again.

"Fuck it," she mumbled.

Raven grabbed Jake by the collar to pull him down to her lips. He smiled as she kissed him aggressively at first, but soon soothed into mutual loving kisses. Her hands relaxed from his collar and rested against his chest while Jake gently placed his hands on her waist to pull her in closer. She pulled away and hid her face in his neck.

"Don't fraternize with the client," she whispered to herself.

"If that’s the case, then we won't pay you," he teased, earning him a slap to the chest.

"Don't become attached to your mark," she groaned.

"I'm glad you did," he kissed the top of her head gently.

"Jake, my name isn't MC," she reminded him.

"And my name isn't Jake, but what does that matter?" he asked. "I'll take the name that sounds best on your lips."

She pulled her head and looked up at him, the stranger she knew so well. The two unknowns locked lips again in heated passion.

[boxofbadaddiction]

Careless

Fred Weasley x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 13, 19 & 23

"I'm so happy and not at all jealous."/"We had a deep and meaningful relationship/What was their last name?"/"I thought it mattered what I said or when I said it. Then I realised, all that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be."

Warnings: Swearing. War Scene - blood & injury. Angsty.

Y/n was trouble with a capital T. She was daring, confident, snarky and a massive Quidditch fan. In other words; she were Fred Weasleys perfect woman.

But it's not what you think, they were just friends. Chaotic, hell raising, perfect-for-each-other friends.

With the Twins and y/n around Hogwarts it were remarkable the Castle were still standing. But not for their lack of trying. After an especially careless prank, which left the Gryffindor Common Room with a new window, it's safe to say the threesome were there for one another through thick and thin.

Pranks however, weren't the only area in which Y/n, and Fred for that matter, were careless.

Both had the tendency to be rather frivolous in romantic relationships. It seemed like every other week the pair had a new partner on their arm. George liked to joke that, of all the people left in their age group, the only people they hadn't 'had a round' with were each other. The rumours, jokes or insults to character never bothered them though. They were young and weren't looking for anything serious - so what's the harm in having a little fun? That was y/ns reasoning anyway. It had been Freds as well...in the beginning. Until he were struck with a rather bracing realisation.

The reason why he rushed so fast into new relationships without a care wasn't so much 'for the fun of it' or genuine interest in the other, but denial. He were running and burying his head in the sand, or rather the bedsheets - as it were, to distract himself from the very chilling reality that he was desperately, hopelessly and unequivocally in love with his best friend. With y/n.

So after that particularly bitter pill to swallow, Fred's relations became a means to an end. A means of getting over her. Of finding someone to replace her.

It never worked, of course, because no other girl was her. No one made him laugh or smile like her. Nor did anyone get his heart racing like she did.

He did everything he could to bury his feelings; under piles of work, copious amounts of alcohol and an abundance of meaningless sex, and it genuinely seemed to be working...until the War came.

That walk into the Great Hall after the initial Battle is one Fred would never forget.

The smell; of death and destruction. The way his body ached and longed to rest.

Slowly limping through the destroyed arched doorway, accompanied by Percy - who's shoulders he'd drapped an arm across seeking support. They were talking with one another, throwing around light-hearted brotherly insults here and there, which helped keep Freds mind off the immense pain surging through his leg at the time, small smiles adorning their faces.

That's when they heard it.

A blood curdling scream. One of pure agony.

Their eyes shot directly to the source, on the far side of the room - where all the Weasleys were gathered around a body. A girls.

Arthur was holding tight onto Molly as she sobbed uncontrollably. Ron stood on the outskirts pale and afraid, while Bill and Charlie had a hold of Ginny in attempt to shield her. Fred's gaze flickered to where he saw George had knelt beside the body.

He was gripping one of her hands as his other tried desperately to keep her still on the floor while she writhed and cried out in pain.

She were covered in blood as Madam Pomfrey worked frantically to mend the severe wounds in her abdomen, where shards of debris protruded from her flesh.

The cry had been caused from the extraction of a particularly large shard, of what Fred didn't know.

George was running a tender hand over y/ns head, gently stroking her hair and the sides of her face as he whispered soothing sounds and comforting words in her ear.

Fred didn't know how long he'd stood there, staring in shock, he'd felt petrified - numb to everything but the fear coursing through his veins. Till suddenly his feet were moving.

A first painful step, which nearly crippled him, was followed by an equally sore but determined second. Then a third, and before he knew it he was running. Sprinting as fast as he could regardless of the pain it inflicted, nothing could stop him from reaching her side.

Barging past friends and family members he collapsed on Georges otherside. Eyes raking the ever paling and blood covered woman laid before him. George was shaking as he looked to his brother with tear-filled eyes but Freds stare was unwavering.

Somehow mustering the strength he spoke the only words playing through his mind, "What can I do?" His eyes never left y/ns wound, above which Pomfreys hands hovered as she worked.

"Fred?" Y/n cried through deep breaths, her head turning to the side in an attempt to see him. "I'm here, Sweetheart." He placed a hand to her knee. Her eyes were screwed tight shut as she threw her head back against the hard, cold floor. Tears parted tracks through the thick dust and muck plastered to her cheeks as she clenched her jaw inhaling sharply as the next piece of debris was removed - a relatively small piece in comparison to the earlier one. George continued to soothe his friend as Pomfrey instructed Fred on what to do.

They wished everything had gotten better from there. That after they successfully removed all the debris and stopped the blood from further pouring from her body that she'd been able to recover simply. But news only seemed to get worse once they reached St Mungo's.

She'd fallen into a coma. Y/n had suffered severe internal injuries and the Healers never held out much hope that she'd survive.

Y/n always was full of surprises.

She'd come out of her coma and began showing signs she could yet make a recovery. No one could have possibly anticipated the day healers would begin talk of rehab. They considered it a miracle she were even breathing.

Naturally the Twins were there every step of the way. Especially Fred. There were whole nights, even before she'd regained consciousness, where he'd spend every minute by her bedside. Nights he'd spend working tirelessly in the shops office to perfect ideas they'd concocted to help ease and enhance y/ns physical therapy. Inventions that worked so well Healers from all over were lining up to get their hands on, after seeing how successful y/ns recovery were as a direct result of their products. Hell, most days you couldn't even tell she'd been through a war - her scars the only physical reminder, to the untrained eye.

There were no doubt left in Freds body after that. He loved her with every part of his soul and that was never going to change, and so his involvement in the dating scene became virtually non-existent.

Y/ns on the other hand...well some things don’t change.

She was given a second chance and wasn't about to waste it worrying about what 'could' have happened. Life were too short for that. She did, however, start keeping an eye out for 'Mr/Mrs Right' during her rendezvous'.

Fred tried his hardest to be supportive. Opting rather to love her from the sidelines than risk hurting their relationship by getting his hands dirty and playing the game. After Y/ns most recent conquest however his happy facade may officially be waning.

It was just past sunset in Diagon Alley and so Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, much like all the other stores, were going through their nightly closing routine.

Fred was working through the registers whilst, much to his dismay, George were left to the Twins least favourite chore - cleaning and restocking the store.

That's when the front door burst open.

"Evening, Boys!" Y/n announced happily as she strode into the store. "Fred! I told you to lock the door, lest the riff-raff barge in!" George called jokingly over the railing of the second floor. Fred couldn't help but smile, not looking up from the task at hand "My mistake!". Y/n scowled up at George as she hopped onto the front desk, "Like that could keep me out." Leaning over the counter top she placed a kiss to Freds cheek, "Heya Freddie". He looked to her, instantly finding himself on cloud nine, and leant casually onto the counter to speak with her. "Hey, Lovely. How was your day?" "Oh, I am so glad you asked!" Y/n said beaming as she clapped her palms against her knees, kicking one leg atop the other. "It was fantastic!" "Do tell." George spoke, decending the stair case, "What's 'fantastic's name?" He goaded.

Y/n glared at him playfully, "Think you have me all worked out do you?" "You know we do." Fred interjects. "Can read you like a book, Darling. You've got not secrets from us"

"Especially after our little incident during rehab, when I had to help you in the shower." George added with a teasing brow, this causing y/n to scrunch her nose. "Okay, George, that's talking about it when we agreed never to talk about it!" The Twins laughed at her embarrassed expression. "Anyway, 'fantastic's name is Mason."

Fred swallowed thickly at the news of, yet another, romantic partner but still he suppressed his distaste as he normally would.

The next 30 minutes or so were spent listening to y/ns retelling of how she met, Mason. About how great they made her feel. Fred couldn't help but envy the way the mere thought of them had y/n biting her lip in attempt to suppress a giddy smile. He'd give anything for her to look that way while thinking about him.

Fred had been quiet through most of the conversation, untrusting of his own voice not to give away his utter disdain at the news. Still he smiled when he should and convincingly feigned interested as she spoke. It wasn't until she began talking about her date, tonight, with them that he finally spared himself the heartache and stopped listening.

Later that evening, Fred was trying hard to keep himself occupied with thoughts on anything but the date the love of his life currently found herself on. As George and he just finished their own meal he'd taken to determinately cleaning the dishes piled within their sink - whilst George dried, a small habit the two fell into thanks to years of Molly putting the pair on dish duty after meals.

Unknowingly to Fred, he'd been uncharacteristically quiet for the whole evening. Something his brother had not failed to notice. "So..." he began breaking the long running silence of the night, "y/n seems pretty bent on this new bloke doesn't she?" "Mmm" "Never know this one may even last" George let out a breathy laugh as he prodded Fred's shoulder with his elbow, watching carefully for his reaction.

George wasn't stupid. He knew exactly how Fred felt, well before the night of the battle.

Fred's eyebrows quirked, lips parting as he clicked his jaw, visibly unsettled by his Twins topic of discussion.

"You okay, Freddie?" "Yeah. No, they sound great. Absolutely perfect. He's bloody 'Mr Fantastic'" His voice was laced with attitude and sarcasm as he spoke.

Finishing washing the final glass Fred throws the dish sponge against the back wall of the sink harder than intended in his frustration. "Easy there mate, get you're not happy but don't take your jealousy out on the poor bloody sponge" George picks it up from where it'd landed, mockingly shielding it from his brother with an overly concerned expression. "What are you on about?" Fred sneered defensively, "I'm so happy and not at all jealous."

"Sure you are" George replied with a look which read 'really?' "Yeah no, I get it. I'd be fine too if the girl I fancied was out on a date with some other bloke." He shrugged nonchalantly as he walked back to the living room, lounging comfortably across their sofa.

Fred looked to his brother as if he'd grown another head. "Don't give me that look. We both know I know." George rolled his eyes. "Well then tell me, oh wise and all-knowing Brother" Fred bowed mockingly, "what would you do in my situation?" He walked over with an expectant brow, perching himself of the sofas opposite arm rest.

"Oh, I dunno...maybe confess to the poor girl." "You say that like it's the simplest thing in the world." "It is, Freddie." "No. No it's not, whatever this is it's not simple." "It won't get any easier if you don't try. Here look I'll help you" George sat up eagerly, leaning against the back of the couch. "You be you, I'll be- don't give me that look. I'll be y/n. Tell me what you'd say to her." "This is stupid" Fred rolled his eyes. "Don't be a prat, just...go. I won't judge." "Right, cause that sounds like you." "Fred-" George warned. "Fiiiine!" He groaned which only caused his brother to smile cockily, satisfied he finally got what he wants.

Fred looked at his brother who flicked his hair and batted his eyelashes dramatically. There's no way he can do this looking at him. Rolling his eyes again he looked away with a scoff, contemplating all the things he'd say to y/n if he had the courage to.

"Well?..." "I don't know. I don't know what'd I'd say to her or where to start, I've never thought about it." "Maybe it's time you start thinking about it Freddie." George clapped him on the leg as he stood from his place on the couch.

He were half way to his bedroom before stopping, having just faintly heard the words whispered after him...

"I love her, Georgie." George smiles sadly to himself, only just turning his head he murmurs a reply. "Tell her that."

---

The store was closed for the day and Fred had choose to have a rather uneventful night in, and so he sat on the end of the sofa reading the paper hoping for product inspiration to strike. George on the other hand were getting ready to go out for the night when came a rhythmic knock on the flat door. No need to ask who it were as they let themselves in, per usual.

"Hello, Boys" y/n bounded into the apartment, flopping casually onto their couch with her head in Freds lap.

He lifted the paper into one hand to better see her smiling face looking cheekily back up at him. His own fond and loving smile shown back. "Hey, Freddie" "Hey, Gorgeous." "HELLO, GEORGE?" She shouted listening intently for his response, "YEAH YEAH, Hello freeloader!" He yells back causing her smile to grow.

"You seem awfully happy, have a good day?" Fred asks as he begins to softly run his hands through y/ns hair out of a developed habit from all their late nights at Hogwarts. "Yeah it was good, just went out with Mason. We had a nice time but I'm just happy to be here with you losers." "Losers? How flattering" George calls from his bedroom. "Oh" at the mention of y/ns partner, Fred puts an end to his hands actions. Turning his attention pointedly back to the paper he'd been reading previously. "And how is 'Mr Fantastic'?" He sneers. "Yeah great...I think. I don't know, he sorta got carried away talking about work. Barely got a word in myself." Y/n chuckles fakely. Sensing her pent up reservations Fred can't help but resume his earlier actions, stroking her hair, but still his eyes stay on the page in front of him. Even if he can't seem to read a single word - too focused on the warmth y/ns body provides pressed against his. Wishing this were how he could spend every night, wrapped up on the couch with her in his arms.

"Alright, children!" George emerges from his bedroom, "I'm off. Don't destroy the place while I'm gone." "Oh that's right!" Y/n sits up excitedly to peer over the back of the sofa. "Tonights the big date" she rests her chin atop her arms as they fold over the backrest looking to George as he collects his wallet and keys. "That's right, Dearest." He ruffles her hair as he strides past to the door, "You're not the only one around here who goes out." He winks before leaving, a quick 'behave!' Called over his shoulder.

Y/n lays back down across Freds lap with a warm smile on her lips. "So...what do you wanna do tonight?"

---

Fred was quietly thankful for George being out of the apartment for the night, the quality time spent with y/n were more than he could possibly ask for. It felt like being back in school, when they'd sneak to the Lake or Astronomy tower past curfew.

They were currently sat on the lounge room floor; a bottle of firewiskey and several stolen sweets from George's stash, scattered in front of them.

"I can't believe you just called me a slag!" Fred shouts as y/n laughed loudly. "W-well it's true." She shrugged, speaking through poorly restrained giggles. "Need I remind you of your time spent with Alice?" "Hey! We had a deep, and meaningful relationship." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah!" "What was her last name?" Freds mouth opened in retort before swiftly closing. Eyes blankly scanning the room in search of the answer before realising he didn't have one. He nodded and shrugged in acknowledgement. "Point taken. Not that you're one to judge" he chuckled, taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey before offering it to her. "Also true." Y/n accepted.

"When was the last time you waited until the third date?" "Honestly?" "No. Lie to me." Y/n rolled her eyes at his question. "Katie Bell." "Noooo...in 6th year?" "Yeah. Go on then, when was the last time you didn't just give it up?" "What, 'Honestly'?" "No. Lie to me." Fred threw an every flavour bean at her for the mockery. "Okay...Mr Fantastic." "Noooo..." "yeah." "I don't believe you." "What!? Why?" "Because you're whipped by the bloke! Surprised he even made it to a first date- OW! Hey, chocolate frogs are NOT for throwing!"

Neither were sure how this odd game of confessions began, perhaps somewhere around the half way mark on their bottle of Whiskey, but the embarrassing dirty little secrets they'd begun to reveal to one another had them both in hysterics as a result.

"So, why not?" "I dunno he just...hasn't got me feeling that way, ya know? Like, he's great, and we have a good time together - I guess. But it's not like this" she guestured between herself and Fred, who was listening intently. "I can't seem to relax and just be myself around him. He doesn't get me laughing till it hurts. Or make me feel safe and comfortable." Fred's lips parted slightly at her words, eyes dancing hopefully back and forth between hers which seemed to hold the same emotion his did in that moment. Was it possible she felt the same way?

"Or ya know, something less sappy." She chuckled, taking a drink from the Whiskey bottle and turning away from him. Whatever moment he'd felt was gone, and reality set in with the familiar bitter pill settling in his mouth which he refused to swallow.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the disappointment that began to creep in. Over her comparison, in wanting someone like him, but in the end, not him. Never him. A sharp breath left him before speaking, "Yeah, well, I ah- I have work in the morning so I'd best call it a night." He avoided eye contact as he stood from his spot on the floor, all joints painfully stiff from the lack of movement.

Y/n was shocked by his abrupt change in attitude. He were no longer smiling, and there was an edge to his voice which wasn't there moments ago.

"Woah, wait...what just happened here? I thought we were having a good time." "We were" y/n stood, taking a tentative step towards him "So, what changed?" "Nothing"

"Fred? Come on, sit back down...please?" She grabbed one of his hands holding it close to her chest as she pouted at him. For a second Fred caught himself smiling at her antics. But only for a second. He shook his head, pulling his hand back from hers and stressfully running it through his hair.

"I can't, love." "Can't what?" Her brows furrowed in confusion. "I just can't sit there and listen to you talk about us; me and him." He snapped looking away from her. "Why? What's that have t-"

"Because I'm fucking in love with you!" Fred shouted, turning back to y/n in anger. "I'm in love with you and sitting there listening to you talk about how I make you feel safe - and how you wish it were him - it's ripping my fucking heart out y/n! But I'm stuck. Because I can't move on but I can't have you. So I just sit here like an idiot, watching you jump from one relationship to another, waiting- hoping that you'll care. I keep hanging onto moments - like right there - thinking there may be the slightest chance you might feel the same way. But you don't. And I can't do it anymore...so don't ask me to."

"Fred-" "I think you should go." "No, Fred I-" "Please! Go."

Y/n stood in place, staring in shock as her body seemed reluctant to move. She were petrified - numb to everything, but the fear swimming within her blood. What would happen if she walked out that door. Would he ever let her back in, or was this it? What if she leaves and loses him forever - and he never knew...

She drew a shaking breath that seemed to give a modicum of control back over her body. Her eyes flickered over the expanse of the boys flat. It were always so cheerful and warm - so why did she feel so cold? Her body trembled as her feet began to move, each step more painful than the last.

As she opened the door every nerve screamed for her to turn back around. Her head turned to the side, mouth falling dry and lips parting to speak though no words came. But the tears did. Rolling sadly down her cheeks as the door sealed shut behind her.

She was gone.

Fred fell to the couch. Any strength that were holding him from the ground disappearing as she did. Slouched over his knees, elbows digging into his thighs whilst he ran his hands through his hair.

He let out a heavy breath, a small relief spreading in his chest from the weight that'd been lifted. But mostly all that came was pain and tears from the heartache he'd tried so hard to shield himself from for all these years.

There's no telling how long he sat there, furiously rubbing at his eyes as the tears refused to stop falling. Not till the familiar crack of apparation reached his ears could he fully hold himself high again. George couldn't see him like this, he wouldn't let him.

With the creaking of the front doors hinges Fred stood, clearing his throat and running a final hand across his puffy, tear stained cheeks. "You're back early, what'd happen you strike out?" He joked, turning only to be met with the equally teary eyes of y/n. Although hers held something else as well - anger. Fred felt cold. What was she doing back here?

"Where do you get the nerve?" She snapped. Freds expression screwed between a mixture of insult and confusion. "Don't you dare, for a second, think you know how I feel." "I do." "No. No you don't! Otherwise you would have realised that I fucking love you too!" "W-what?"

"You think you're the only one? That after all these years together; after all those nights in the Astronomy tower. After all those days you spent by my side as I laid dying in that hospital bed. After all your time spent healing me; that I haven't fallen in love with you?"

"Well...well WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?" "WHY DIDN'T YOU!?"

Freds mouth was open but no words were coming. He let out a defeated breath, leaning against the back of the sofa as the weight of everything set in.

"...when?" "I don't know when I fell. Only when I realised. Guess that was the only good thing to come from that evil, pink bitch being around." Y/n chuckled sadly.

"THEN!? you knew then?" "After your first detention. I bandaged your hand and we spent the night together in the common room. You fell asleep in my lap, that's...that's when I knew."

This was all so overwhelming. So much for the quiet night in. Fred stared fixedly at a point on the side wall in thought, lightly shaking his head, unsure of exactly how he felt or what to do. This was everything he'd ever wanted to hear and that scared him a little bit.

"Look, I didn't say anything because you mean too much to me to ever risk jeopardising what we had and I- I could never find the words to..." Y/n swallowed thickly as all emotion caught in her throat. Taking his hand tightly in hers she tried to ground herself within the moment. The action turning Freds gaze back to hers.

"I thought it mattered what I said, or when I said it. Then I realised, all that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. I never want to lose that and if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. All you have to do is just tell me; what do you want?"

Fred watched as the tears welled within y/ns eyes the longer she spoke, he wondered how they ever managed to be so goddamn obliviously stupid, that neither realised.

A soft smile crept across his lips as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "All I've ever wanted...is you." Y/ns whole body relaxed at his words, head falling in relief. Looking back into his eyes she bit her lip to suppress a giddy, lovestruck, smile.

"You've always had me."

[normal-thoughts-official]

I feel like this is a really old response and I should answer more in depth and etc but like,, I'm a tired person

I married all the lis (except Sean, or like I did but I think I didn't finished the chapter idk) and I flirted with everyone except him in book 1 because I was kind of more worried about doing everything to make Michelle like me and because that type of self-sacrificing isn't my type (like he's an amazing person and character but dating someone like that? Akskjdkdkdkd) anyways I do love him and I jave spend so much time thinking about him like he does value his life is just that he sort of values the Doing The Right Thing (arguably) more and like wow issues

Eh babe really, don't sweat it, I've taken wayy longer to reply to your asks before lol. Sometimes we just don't have spoons and that's how it is

Also fair. You don't really lose points with Michelle for flirting with Sean (except for one time in that diamond scene at the pool, and only if you win at Marco Polo for some reason, so it's avoidable) which is another point in my ever growing list of Reasons Michelle Is Lesbian A.F like for someone who's not over Sean she sure seems to be over Sean. Like again I don't like jealousy trope and I'm glad they didn't force me to experience this annoying ass monog drama but I do find it very sus that she started the story being like "I want Sean back :( I'm not over it it was all a misunderstanding" and then two days later when your MC is with him she's like oh well. Sucks to suck. I will now go have insane chemistry with every female character in this series. Like alright

Also so valid on the dating someone like that thing, lol. I project like crazy on characters like that and I have strong "I can fix him" feelings for my fave characters' fucked up psyche so there's that. Also the way I interact with self insert characters is like... Weird. I don't really see them as myself at all, just another character whose decisions I can sometimes control. And because I don't see them as myself, I would need to actually see myself in them to relate to them. But that's almost impossible because I.F MCs are blank slates by default. So they end up being the characters I relate the least to and care the least about (which I think is one of the reasons why I don't really feel like the Vaanu ending was a sad ending at all. Like Unhinged is actually one of the MCs I feel has the most personality and that I've become attached to the most, but he's still one of the characters I care the least about. So I wasn't super sad about it)

So what happens is that I don't really feel like I'm dating the L.I, a lot of the time i identify way more with the L.I than the MC, and I kind of just have the MC be like, my self insert who shows up to uplift my favorite character. So it's not necessarily about who I'd date or not. Like I'd still date Sean if he was real cuz I'm like that but it's a different sort of relationship I think. I'm extremely tired and in pain rn btw so maybe none of this makes sense but I'm doing my best to put this in words

But also on a funnier/crackier note, I have some ideas to write a crackfic about exactly how fucking. Exhausting it is to try to get Sean to behave like a normal person with self preservation instincts. In the form of a metamour support group with the MC, Craig, and Michelle, who's not even dating Sean anymore but still runs the group because she'll be tired of this for at least three more years. But also I have quite a few fics lined up that I haven't had spoons to write so idk if anything will come of it. I just find the idea of MC, Craig, and Michelle sitting in a group like "we are gathered here today to complain that Sean tried to single handedly fight a gigantic murderous crab. Again" extremely funny

And yeah, I think Sean is one of the most interesting characters in E.S, regardless of whether or not you romanced him. Like of course you don't even get a lot of important parts of his backstory without spending gems (I did a no-gems run one time and like without gems they don't even mention that he's a chile abuse survivor? Bro) but he's still very interesting regardless. Like he's the only L.I to get a whole chapter of the story named after his personal issues (that I remember of) regardless of whether or not you romanced them, and yeah [keysmash] like again he's my type so I'm sus but I do think that he is super fascinating as a character and so underexplored by the fandom