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gallavichsreddie1128 · 8 months ago

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Older Men Do It Better (Hannibal)

Description: Y/N can’t seem to find any guys that can satisfy her needs so Hannibal helps her.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,509k

Dates after dates, fuck after fuck, Y/N couldn’t seem to choose them right. She wanted a nice guy that wasn’t all about himself, that knew how to make a decent meal and that could fuck her right. She just didn’t seem to be getting any of it. She knew that she sucked at dating and couldn’t pick a decent man to save her life but she was really trying. All 3 together were hard. Some guys were really nice but couldn’t cook or make her cum. Some guys were assholes that couldn’t cook but knew how to her cum. But all 3 together? That was a challenge. She sighed as she sat on her couch swiping on dating apps trying to find that right man. Wine glass in her hand as she cringed over some of the guys’ bios. Some of them were cute and sweet and she clicked the checkmark on those ones but something was missing.

Her doorbell rang and she got up, setting the wine glass on her coffee table and walking to the door. She opened it and Hannibal was there with more wine and containers. “Brought you some food.” He said holding up the containers. She laughed and let him in. “Thanks. I’ve been needing that actually.” She said to him. He sat the food down on the kitchen counter. “Everything okay?” He asked her. She shook her head and laughed. “I wish it was.” He looked at her concerned and she sighed. “You’re not here for a session, we don’t have to talk about it.” She tells him. “Well that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hear about it.” He said and gave her the container of food. She took it and thanked him. He was such a good cook, the best. He was also so nice and caring towards her. “I’ve been going on a bunch of dates and they can never check all three boxes.” She said, taking a bite of the food. “What are the three boxes?” He asked her. “Being a nice guy, Be a good cook and I can’t say the last one.” She said. “Oh come on, just tell me.” He said pouring a glass of wine. “No it’s so embarrassing, you’re going to make fun of me.” She said. “I would never. Now tell me.” She sighed knowing there was no way out of this.

“They have to be able to make me cum.” Her face was red after she said it. “And none of them can?” He asked. “Well some can but those of course were the assholes.” She said. He chuckled at that. “See I knew you would laugh.” She whines. “Love, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at what you said. Asshole guys would know how to make a girl cum.” He said. “It’s just ridiculous, Hannibal. What am I missing?” “How old are these guys?” He asked her. She shrugged “My age.” She looked at him as he nodded. “Maybe you need to try older guys.” He suggested. “Why?” “Older guys can do all of that and better.” She scoffed. “Speak for yourself.” “I am.” He said. She looked at him. “I can do all three.” His confidence would have made her roll her eyes but maybe he was right. “Maybe you can.” He set the wine glass down and looked over to her. She looked up at him as they were face to face. “I can show you if you wanna find out.” He said, cupping her face.

Her eyes stared at his lips wanting nothing more to kiss him. As if he read her mind he leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips moved in rhythm and she completely forgot about the food. Once they were out of breath they pulled away. She stared at him as he pulled off his jacket. “Where do you wanna do this?” He asked her. “Bedroom.” She said. In a swift movement he picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed and she watched as he pushed her to where she was laying down. His hands moved down her body to her sweatpants. He pulled them down revealing a very wet thong. “My my you’re very wet.” He said to her as his finger slowly ran up her clit causing her to gasp.

He chuckled and stood up taking off his clothes. She leaned up and watched him strip. Her eyes traveled over his body as the clothing fell to the floor. Her panties got wetter by the second. He’s so sexy and fit for someone his age. His dick was huge and thick, making her question if it would fit inside of her. He got on the bed next to her and she turned to look at him. “I like for you to be on top.” He told her. She got up and took her shirt off revealing a basic bra, she wasn’t prepared for anything like this to happen. He sat up and pulled her body to him. She looked down at him and he gave her a sexy smirk. His one hand undid her bra and the other was rubbing circles on her clit. Her eyes shut as she gasped his name.

The bra fell to the ground revealing her chest to him. He took this opportunity to put one of her nipples in his mouth. Her hands went to the back of his head pushing him closer. She threw her head back as her moans filled the room. She was so caught up in the pleasure that she didn’t realize that her panties were still on until he quickly yanked them down. He pulled her body on his and fell back down so he was laying on the bed. She looked down at his dick and just stared like she was earlier. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked her. She looked up at him. “Is that even gonna fit?” She asked. He wanted to laugh at her question but didn’t, knowing she was nervous. That really boosted his ego. “Yes sweetheart it will. And it’ll feel so good too.” If her pussy could get more wet it did. He took his dick in his hand and stroked it a few times before lining it up with her entrance. “Slowly sit down.” He told her. She felt his dick at her entrance and she slowly took it in, gasping at the size. She sat inch by inch feeling him go deeper inside of her.

The pain was bearable as there was pleasure too. His hands grabbed ahold of her hips helping her sit on his cock. Once she was fully sat on him she let herself adjust to him. She leaned down and kissed him. He kissed back and they ended up making out. He let her adjust until he thrusted up into her, making her gasp into the kiss. His hips had a steady rhythm while she tried to keep her balance on him. Luckily, his hands haven’t moved from her hips. “Move your hips, darling.” He told her and she did and oh wow. With him pounding up into her and her meeting his thrust, it felt amazing. Hannibal wasn’t one to make a lot of noise during sex but her pussy felt too good not to groan and enjoy it. She sat up and started bouncing on him, making it hard for him to be quiet.

Her boobs were bouncing and her eyes were closed as she let the most pornographic moans leave her mouth. He watched the woman above him lose it. She was so into it that she gasped when he flipped them over. He started pounding into her and watched as her face mixed into pleasure. She cried his name like a prayer as he made the bed shake and creak. “Hannibal you feel so fucking good.” She whined. He felt her pussy clench around him and by her breathing he could tell that she was close. “Are you going to cum?” He asked her through heavy breaths. She nodded and squeaked out a yes. The look on her face was enough to push him over the edge. She felt herself let go and cum all over his cock, screaming his name like it was the only thing she knew.

He grunted as he pumped her full of his cum and watched as her hips rode out the high. He pulled out of her and collapsed next to her. Both of them, breathing hard and had heavy eyelids. “You were right. Older Men do it better.”She breathed out with a laugh. He chuckled “Hope this doesn’t mean you will actually go out and fuck anymore people.” She shook her head and turned to look at him. “Nope you did it for me.” She said. He looked at her and smiled. “Good. You’re mine now.” He said and kissed her. She didn’t mind that one bit.

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sister-lucifer · 2 years ago

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Take Your Breath Away

Ticci Toby x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Toby is a nasty son of a bitch and pulls a terrifying trick on you

Content/Warnings: Nonconsensual breath play (the sex is consensual, the suffocation is not), bondage, Toby is a mean and nasty motherfucker, Reader almost passes out, homicidal undertones, a wee bit of degradation, listen it’s one of MY toby fics i feel like that’s a warning in and of itself, no genitalia specified for Reader, Reader and Toby are already in a relationship

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It was no secret to you that Toby had some…odd “interests”. It wasn’t a secret to anyone, really. You could probably guess it just by looking at him. However, for the most part he’d been rather proficient at practicing restraint. Of course, that’s not to say he didn’t stare when you weren’t looking, and he certainly let his twitchy hands linger over your neck for a bit too long when he pulled you in. Maybe you should have kept a closer eye on him, but after getting so used to his unusual demeanor it was easy to simply brush it off. You noticed him staring throughout the day, sure, and you were definitely a bit put off when he refused to let you pull away from a kiss that had gone on for much too long, giggling to himself as you fought to catch your breath.

You really should’ve at least wondered what was up when he silently walked up behind you while you were at the counter, wrapping a strong hand around your neck without warning. You could feel him grinning against your neck as he greeted you with a hushed laugh that made you shiver. He let go when you managed choke out his name, pulling you into him by the waist as if nothing had happened. You were naturally perplexed when he walked away, but he didn’t seem to think anything of it. Why should you?

He was playful, that was all, you thought. He was mischievous and liked to push his limits to see how you’d react; it was how he learned, seeing as he was never quite in tune with social cues. It was all in good fun, you figured, even if it had been a bit startling.

Despite what you told yourself, there was no denying the malicious glint in his eyes when he posed you a jarring question:

“Would you l-let me tie you up?”

You stood quickly from where you were crouched, busy rummaging through a cabinet until Toby had violently grabbed your attention. It was out of the blue, completely unprompted, enough to have you staring at him slack-jawed in stunned silence. When you couldn’t conjure a response fast enough, he repeated his question.

“Would you let me t-tie you up?”

“W…What?”

You tilted your head in confusion, trying to wrap your mind around what could have possibly brought him to this thought.

“Just say yes or no: If I wanted t-to tie you up, would you let me?”

You struggled for a few moments more, your face beginning to feel unbearably hot.

“I mean…I— I guess? Sure?” You replied, your eyes nervously scanning Toby’s face in an attempt to ascertain anything about what he could possibly be thinking.

“Good, thanks.” He replied curtly before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

He left you standing alone, completely dumbfounded. When he didn’t return and you couldn’t form the foggiest idea of what had just happened, you sighed in defeat and returned to your task. You couldn’t really complain; you knew what you were signing up for with Toby.

Well…you sort of knew.

He was certainly a wild card. You’d think you’d have learned to expect the unexpected by now.

It took only a couple days for Toby to bring the topic up again, this time practically cornering you in your bedroom. You always felt small around Toby with his six foot four towering frame, but you felt particularly vulnerable when he has that hungry look in his eyes he always got when he really, really wanted something.

“I’ve g-got a surprise for yooouuu!” He announced, one hand behind his back to conceal whatever it was he was so excited about. “Lay down on your stomach. Quickly.”

You almost hesitated, but you were so morbidly curious you simply had to know what he was hiding. You didn’t take your eyes off of him, though.

You laid down on the bed and rested your head on your arms, watching as Toby climbed on top of you to straddle your waist. You winced when he roughly pulled your arms behind you, quickly binding them together with the rope he’d been hiding behind his back. He gave one last tug to the bindings to test them, then sat back to admire his work.

“Looks g-good on you…” He muttered, and you’d be ashamed to admit it made you a bit flustered.

He turned you over, and you were immediately greeted with the sight of his crooked smile spread wide across his face. You tried to return it, but something about it was deeply unsettling. You shuddered under the unblinking, unrelenting gaze of his dark hazel eyes.

Really, what did you have to be so nervous about? You really couldn’t shake the feeling that he was planning something, but that was irrational. You trusted Toby, didn’t you?

You did, of course. It was silly to even consider otherwise.

You happily kissed him back when he leaned down over you. He pulled away from the kiss slowly, and for a split second you caught that dark swirl of something sinister in his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

It was as if locking eyes with him put you in a trance, and it felt like only a few seconds had passed between that quiet kiss and the scene of debauchery that was unfolding now.

Toby has you in his lap, his heaving chest against your back. His jittery hands have an iron grip on your hips, effortlessly bouncing you on his cock as if you weighed nothing. His heavy breath fans over your glistening skin and makes you shiver with delight.

“S-Sooo tight—“ He whispers to you with a shuddering voice. He certainly isn’t worrying about hiding his voice, more than content to pant and moan in your ear without any ounce of shame. Your hands strain against your bindings as you struggle to keep it together. It felt like every time he thrusted up into up into you he hit even deeper than before, leaving no spot untouched.

“You okay there, p-pretty thing?” Toby asks over your shoulder. You manage a nod and a weak hum in response, but any attempt at words would melt into a pitiful noise of desperation.

Toby absolutely adores seeing you like this. It gives him such a wonderful rush of confidence to hold such power over you, the power to reduce you to a trembling mess with his bare hands. The best part, though, was how willingly you allowed him to abuse that power.

You were the perfect plaything, hardly every questioning anything he did, at least not out loud. You were completely pliant in your own destruction, even if you hadn’t been made aware of it just yet.

He adjusts you in his hold, allowing him to slowly trail one hand up your body. His fingers drum against your sides in a fidgety manner as they ghost over your skin. You don’t notice what he’s doing until you feel him stroke your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Deep breaths, sweet thing, d-deep breaths…”

The words should be reassuring, relaxing even, but something threatening has creeped into his voice and is practically spilling through his toothy grin. You lock eyes with him for a brief second, holding back a gasp when you see the unmistakable darkness swirling in his eyes.

Suddenly a freakishly strong hand clamps over your nose and mouth, holding tight and immediately making your heart drop. Your air supply has been effectively cut off in an instant. Your first instinct is to fight Toby’s unfaltering hold, but you quickly find it to be pointless.

“Don’t fight it, d-don’t fight…” Toby mumbles against your neck. “You’ll only t-tire yourself out…”

He hasn’t even stopped thrusting into you, seemingly taking enjoyment in watching you squirm in distress when you both know there’s nothing you can do. Each thrust knocks a bit more air out of you, and you can already feel yourself becoming dizzy.

As you slowly lose the strength to fight, Toby only becomes more and more enthusiastic.

“Ahah…y-you’re so cute like this. I wonder if I-I can make you cum before you pass out…you think you can manage that?”

You hardly process his words, but whether or not you heard him doesn’t matter; you can’t so much as nod or shake your head in reply. Toby doesn’t need a response, though. He’s more than content to listen to himself talk.

“Y-You know I could never kill you, right?” Toby asks, but the question is not reassuring in the slightest. “No, no…I-I could never…but maybe I w-want to see what you look like when everything g-goes dark. Does that s-scare you?”

You use the last of your breath to let out a desperate whimper, but Toby merely smiles in response. Your heartbeat is unbearably loud in your ears, so much so that it’s starting to block out his voice.

“I b-bet it does,” He continues, unbothered. “You know what I-I am and yet…you willingly let m-me use you like this. Do you h-have any idea what I could do to y-you? Do you even care?”

He’s mocking you, and it stings just a bit. He’s got a point, though. I mean, what person in their right mind would be so eager to please an openly homicidal maniac? Maybe you weren’t much saner than him, all things considered…

Maybe you should have expected this.

You really start to panic when black spots start forming in your vision, dark ashen circles burning into your sight. Toby hasn’t missed a beat even once, watching you intently with crazed eyes that see every little twitch or slight move. Your vision is overtaken by the darkness all too fast and yet agonizingly slow, drawn out to a cruel degree. You can feel the last shreds of strength leaving your body, and for a moment there’s a flicker of acceptance that there really is nothing you can do, though it’s quickly washed away by your distress. There’s a split second where you’re nearly blind, only able to see the smallest shards of light, and if Toby hadn’t decided to pull his hand away right then and there you surely would have passed out.

When you finally feel him let you go you inhale on instinct, nearly sobbing with relief when your lungs finally fill with air again. You cough and heave as you fight for your breath with all you can. For a few moments you don’t notice that Toby has stopped moving his hips completely, now more invested in observing you. Your eyes watered as you struggled to calm your sporadic breathing.

“T…Toby—“ You call weakly, barely managing to speak. In response his hips twitch, reminding you that his length is still throughly nestled inside of you. You grit your teeth to hold back a broken moan.

“Heheh, did you k-know you get this…this f-funny look in your eye when you’re scared?” He asks, but you know he’s not really interested in an answer. You couldn’t give one anyways.

He adjusts your position in his lap once more, making you tense up as you feel him shift inside of you. He begins to drag a hand up your chest just as you’ve managed to calm your breathing, and it quickly finds itself dangerously close to your neck.

“T-Toby, wait—“ You begin to plead, but he quickly cuts you off.

“Shhhh, shhhh…Don’t f-fight me, pretty thing. Just let me play w-with you a bit longer…”

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olive-fics · 1 year ago

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Abby Anderson comforting you on your period *giggles and twirls hair*

VERY SMALL NSFW JOKE AT END NOT PROOF READ IM SLEEPY!

-Simple Abby headcannons and how she would comfort you on your period. Fluff

-Mention of blood ofc don't act surprised.

For the girls and the gays, Men DNI !!!!!!! (Please)

-Abby is the type of girl to come over at any given time of the day just because you texted her you feel sick from your period. "Abby,My cramps hurt so bad-” “On my way princess.” anything. JHFDJKGHNDF.

-Abby would tell you a time she’d be there and end up late, why? Because she was looking for one of her hoodies you enjoy so much and she was at the local Walgreen’s picking up your favorite snacks, drinks, tylenol (cramp relief meds), pajamas or a throw blanket for you. (Walgreens is a drugstore btw!)

-Comforting Abby would let you sit on her lap, lay on her, anything. She wanted you to be comfy.

-Abby could handle blood unlike many who find it gross. Abby thought that was ignorant and rude and she wants you to always be comfy around her. She adored you. <3

-As much as Abby always gives you her full attention, she always makes sure to give you more attention when aching like this. She knows how needy or clingy you can get, Abby would shower you with kisses, hugs, and sometimes gifts.

-Omfg I feel like Abby would give the best like back rubs or scalp massages with her muscular fingers. Abby wouldn’t stop after like 5 min either with the lame excuse of like “My hands are tired..” She would keep going until you either fell asleep or told her enough.

-Abby would carry you literally everywhere, bathroom, Bedroom, Kitchen too if you didn't already make Abby get you everything.

-Abby didn’t mind your mood swings if you even got them around her, she would take them calmly, never yell back and always let you come back when you’re ready. (Idk if that makes sense but like she’s giving u time and that’s hot LOL)

-Back to the Abby not minding the blood, If you mentioned any concern about bleeding on her or in her bed she would shush you so fast. “shh..Shh..Shhh..I don’t care My love.” or something sappy to make you giggle.

-Abby knew your attention span on your period was VERY limited so to keep you happy Abby always brought her Nintendo switch to play Mario kart. (duh.) every time you and Abby played Mario Kart it was like sports to you two. Abby normally picks Dry bones or Bowser.. But guess who also did? You. It was like a damn race alone to just see who could pick it first. Of course you both could be the same character but you liked to see the different characters plastered across the screen. In desperate times like this though? Abby would always ‘accidentally’ miss-click so you could always win and get the character you wanted, Abby just loved to see you laugh at her.

-Yk how Abby said she would do anything for you? She meant literally any type of relief to ease your pain.. even if that meant-🧛

My friend gave me this idea and it made me think..so..

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musings-of-a-rose · 11 months ago

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Pairing: Lucien Flores x f!reader

Word Count: 5700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Great. Another dinner party. I swear my roommate is trying to kill me.

“Come on. It'll be fun, Decaf!”

“You know I hate that nickname, right?”

Claudia chuckles, reaching out to squeeze my arm. “Then stop being so-” she gestures with her free hand “-blah.”

“Ouch.”

Claudia sighs. “You know what I mean. Ever since Dan you just haven’t been..the same.”

I stiffen at the mention of my ex’s name. “He put me through hell, Claudia.”

She nods, placing her hand back on my arm in a placating gesture. “No, of course! He was an asshole! But you shouldn’t stop living your life because of him.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling loudly. “I know that. But I just…need some time. And having a dinner party every other weekend is not helping.”

She blows a raspberry with her tongue. “You know you love my parties. Besides, they help you loosen up.”

They don’t. I pretend to drink while my friends get drunk, eventually leaving when the party gets too much to handle. It’s not that they’re mean or anything. I just don’t enjoy being the only sober person in a room full of inebriated people.

“And besides, Marcos specifically requested your famous tiramisu for dessert!” She gives me a pointed look, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“I don’t-”

“We can go shopping tonight! Maybe Marcos can come over to uh, help.” She winks at me, and that smirk finally pops up.

“I’ll make the dessert but I’m not going. I mean it this time, Claudia.”

I sigh, looking at my reflection in the mirror as I smooth down my simple black dress. I say no and somehow I always end up going. How does she do that?

The doorbell rings and I hear the faint excited tone of Claudia welcoming someone in. I do one last quick hair check and force a smile on my face, taking a moment to look in the mirror to make sure it doesn’t look too forced before I head downstairs, closing my door behind me.

“Decaf! There you are! Marcos is in the kitchen. Why don’t you help him with the wine he brought?” Claudia turns to put Marcos’s coat and umbrella on the coat stand, Marcos anticipating the rain that’s forecasted to come at some point.

“Wine isn’t really my-”

“There she is!” Marcos pops his head out of the kitchen, flashing me a brilliant smile. “Could you get the wine opener for me?”

Fake smile affixed, I nod. “Sure.” I follow him into the kitchen, turning to glare at Claudia over my shoulder who smiles and gestures towards Marcos before turning back to answer the next knock at the door.

I grab the automatic wine opener from the drawer, Marcos smiling at me as I hold it up. “Thanks so much, D!” Well, at least it was better than Decaf. Even though I knew he knew where the opener was.

“Of course. Do you remember how to work this thing?”

“I think so.” He takes the wine opener from me, gently brushing his fingers against mine in a not so subtle hint of flirting. He affixes the opener on the bottle and presses the button, watching as the electric opener does its thing.

It’s not that I don’t like Marcos. He’s attractive, nice, deep hazel eyes, and obviously likes me. He’s smart too, starting up his own bio med tech company with just an idea and a promise. I could be content with him, I guess. If it wasn’t for this odd feeling at the back of my brain about him, something I could never pinpoint exactly. Even so, I’m just not attracted to him no matter how hard I tried. And I promised myself after Dan that I wouldn’t settle just so I didn’t feel lonely anymore.

“You look beautiful tonight, D. That dress fits you perfectly.”

I smile, knowing it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Thanks, Marcos. How’s work? The prototype coming along?”

He smiles and launches into a long winded explanation of what exactly was going on as he follows me around the kitchen, helping me set the food on the table while Claudia pours wine and passes out hors d'oeuvres for the other guests - there are about 12 of us total. He’s cute when he talks so passionately, but again I don’t feel any connection. And the feeling at the back of my brain scratches at me again, but I push it down, putting another smile on my face.

Dinner starts, an appetizer of vegetable soup ladeled into bowls. Claudia is every bit the chef her mother is and more, making even the simplest dishes delectable. When the roast comes, a recipe passed down several generations in her family, another knock raps at the door. Claudia looks around at everyone, mentally counting before looking at me, her eyebrows raised in a are you expecting someone? Question. I shake my head, Claudia starting to push her chair back but I stand, placing my napkin on the side of my plate.

“I got it, Claud.”

Conversations resume behind me as I leave the room, walking down the hall to the front door. A quick glance out of the peephole shows me a man, silky button up shirt with a print of random brushes strokes stretching across his broad shoulders as he puts a cigarette out on the front steps, pushing his shoe into it. I slide the lock back and crack the door open, his eyes snapping up to my face and the air rushes from my lungs when I meet his gaze. Dark brown eyes bore into mine and he cocks his head slightly to the side, smiling slightly. Oh shit is he wearing two chains?

“Good evening, miss.”

Oh shit I hadn’t said a word.

“Oh. Uh, hi. Can I help you?”

He smiles a little wider, tossing his thumb over his shoulder. “My car stalled and my phone is dead. Could I come in and call someone?”

I don’t entirely believe his story, but something in his eyes makes my brain go fuzzy and a warmth I haven’t felt in a long time start between my legs.

“S-sure. Come on in.” I open the door wider and he smiles at me, nodding as he walks past.

“Thanks. I wasn’t sure anyone would be home. Seems a lot of people are away for the weekend.”

“Oh not really. People around here don’t actually live here. It’s their second homes.” In fact, ours was Claudia’s parent’s second home. Which is the only way I could afford a place this nice.

“Ah. That makes sense.” We stand in the entryway, his eyes scanning my face with that little smile still playing at his lips. It’s several long moments before I realize I’m the one who should be talking.

“Oh! Uh, can I take your coat….” It’s then I realize he doesn’t have one, not even carrying one.

He chuckles. “I think I’m good. But thank you for the offer.” The lights hit the chains around his neck and I swallow hard, wondering what it would be like to feel those chains smack me in the face over and over and-

Laughter erupts from the dining hall and..oh shit I never asked his name.

I tell him my name. “But you can call me D.”

“What’s that short for?”

“I…don’t want to say.”

“That bad, huh? I’ve had some bad nicknames in my time.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. But my name is Lucien.” He extends his hand and I shake it, melting internally as I feel how large his hand his, how warm, and my brain wanders away on the thot train of exactly what I want those hands to do. Another round of laughter from the dining room breaks my trance and I give my head a little shake, dropping his hand.

“Dinner party,” I gesture down the hall towards the dining room.

“Ah. I thought you just dressed beautifully for fun.”

I can feel the heat in my cheeks and I glance away, tucking hair behind my ear before looking back at him. “I uh…you said your phone is dead?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He pulls it from his pocket, turning it to show me the blank screen.

“I have a charger. Come, I’ll let you use it and then you can come have some food if you’d like?”

“Oh I don’t want to impose.”

“It’s no bother. Really.” I let my hand rest on his arm, giving it a small squeeze. Who even am I right now?

His eyes flick between mine before he nods. “Lead the way.”

I yell to Claudia that I’m getting my charger and she doesn’t question it, diving right back into whatever story she’s telling as I lead Lucien up the stairs. To my bedroom. What am I doing right now? Before I can think further, I’m at my door, opening the handle and crossing to my night stand, pulling the end out of my own phone and extending my hand. “Here. Let me charge it for you.”

He hesitates a moment before placing his phone in my hand. “I appreciate it, D.”

I plug in his phone and open mine. “Do you have a preferred mechanic?”

“For what?”

“Y-your car?”

“Oh! Right! Uh sure. Can I just?” He makes to grab my phone and I let him, hiding a smirk when I notice that the tips of his ears are red. He taps away at my phone and holds it up to his ear, ordering a mechanic to his car.

“Hey, what neighborhood is this?”

“Destiny Falls.”

“Destiny Falls….great…thanks.” He taps the screen and hands me back my phone. “Thanks.”

I take the phone from him, feeling his fingers touch mine, a chill running down my arm and straight between my legs. “N-no worries.”

He stares at me for a long moment, his eyes moving down my body and back up. “You mentioned dinner?”

“Shit! Sorry! Yeah, uh this way.”

He follows me back out and down the stairs. I can feel his eyes on my ass and so I put an extra emphasis on my walk, an extra sway in my hips and I swear I hear a small groan coming from him.

“Hhhm?” I ask.

“What? Oh, I uh, I’m hungry.”

I open the door to the dining room, Lucien following me in. Everyone turns their heads to look, Claudia’s eyes moving furiously between us both before she stands. “Who’s this, Decaf?”

I widen my eyes at her, willing her to never use that nickname again. “This is Lucien. His car broke down a couple blocks away and no one else is home. His phone died so he couldn’t call anyone. He’s going to wait here for the mechanic.”

Lucien holds up his hand. “Hi. Thank you for allowing me into your home.”

Claudia smiles, waving him up. “Of course! Are you hungry? Let me get you a plate.”

“Oh I don’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense! Decaf, could you get him a plate and a chair? Marcos, scootch down a bit and we can put Lucien’s chair at the end.”

I look over at Marcos, who’s eyes are narrowed at Lucien, a hard look in them.

Men.

I roll my eyes and turn towards the kitchen, motioning for Lucien to follow me. “Come on. I need those hands.” It’s not until we’re in the kitchen when I realize what I said.

“So. You need my hands, doll?”

“I meant for the chair, but we’ll see if I can find another use for them.” What the fuck did I just say?

He chuckles, his eyes darkening. “I’m sure you’ll find me more than willing to help with whatever you want me for.”

Fuck, he’s looking at me and he has to know what he said. Lucien takes a few steps towards me, stepping inside the comfortable distance between strangers. Does he know that the heat between my thighs is almost unbearable at this point? I’m tempted to get him seated and go take care of myself before I get into trouble.

“I-”

“Hey, D. Need any help?” Marcos had come through the door. I jump back, startled. Why do I feel guilty? I don’t owe Marcos anything.

“Hey Marcos. No, I think we got it.”

“Here, Lucien. Let me show you where the spare chairs are.”

Lucien looks down at me and winks before following Marcos. “After you.”

I make Lucien a plate of food and bring it out to the table, the conversation still moving forward. I set the plate down and go back to the kitchen to get him a drink when I hear raised voices from the back storage closet where the chairs are. I can’t make it out but they’re definitely arguing.

Ugh, men.

Then the storage room door pops open and Lucien exits, carrying a chair. The look on his face is hard, anger etching into his face, but then he sees me and it disappears immediately, giving me a smile. “Got the chair.”

He walks towards me as Marcos takes a moment to close the door. “Everything ok, guys?”

“We’re great, D.”

“Because it sounded like you were fighting.”

“Nope. All good.” Marcos’s voice was flat, not his normal charismatic, charming tone he uses to win everyone over. I don’t believe him but it’s not the time to press him.

Lucien sits at the table and everyone starts asking him questions, his face animatedly answering all of them. The conversation pauses, everyone stopping to drink or eat or talk between themselves. Lucien shifts in his chair beside me, his leg brushing against mine and I gasp, trying to hide it as a small cough. But the twinkle in his eye tells me he heard me and knew exactly what I did. Not even the glare from Marcos at Lucien could ruin the mood for me. Lucien presses his leg into mine further, taking a sip of wine as he cracks a joke and everyone laughs, the ring on his pointer finger sparkling in the light from the chandelier. I can’t take it any more, the throbbing between my thighs is so intense I swear everyone can hear it. I need to get out of the room.

“Excuse me. I’ll uh…I’ll go check on your phone.” I hastily stand, pushing my chair back.

“Do you want help, D?” Marcos asks, halfway to standing himself.

“No! Uh, no. I can check a phone myself, thanks.”

I walk calmly from the room, waiting until the door closes behind me before I take the stairs 2 at a time, closing my bedroom door behind me and pressing my back against it, feeling the coolness of the wood seep through my thin dress, but it does nothing to dull the ache between my legs. I sit on my bed next to my night stand, legs on the floor and put my hands over my face. Get it together. A quiet knock makes me jerk and snap my head up, moving my hands just enough to speak.

“Who is it?”

“Lucien.”

Shit.

“What can I do for you?”

“I uh, just need to check on my phone?”

Oh right.

“Come on in.”

As Lucien opens the door, I lean back slightly, placing my arms behind me and lean on them. Lucien gently closes the door and crosses the room, his pant leg brushing against my bare knee as he reaches for his phone and presses the power button, light shining in his face. I press my thighs together in what I hope is an inconspicuous manner.

“Only 15%. This phone takes forever to charge. Do you mind if I charge it a little more?”

“Not at all.”

“Thanks.” He sets the phone down and turns his head to look at me, his eyes flicking to my thighs that are currently jammed together so tight even water couldn’t get through them.

“Let me help you with your problem.”

I swallow hard. “P-problem?”

“Yes. Your problem.”

“I..I don’t have…” I lose all track of what I was going to say as his eyes darken, slowly raking over my body before landing on my own darkened gaze, smirking at me.

“I’m an excellent…helper.”

“I..I d-don’t have a p-problem.”

“No?”

I shake my head, not even convincing myself. But then my voice catches in my throat as he gets on his knees in front of me, his fingers gently swirling a random pattern across my knees and lower thighs. My skin sears where he touches me, and I can feel how soaked I’m getting. He gently wraps his hands around my knees and slowly pushes them open, the cool air not doing much to cool me down. My chest heaves as his eyes move up my legs, his gaze disappearing under my shortened dress, honing in on where I need him.

“I think I found your problem.”

“Y-yeah?”

He slowly slides his hand up my thigh, my breath coming out in little spurts the higher he gets. His hand disappears under my dress and then I feel him, his finger sliding up the middle of me still over my underwear and my hips jolt, immediately betraying all sense of logic in my brain, the side of me that’s screaming this is a stranger!

“Good news. I can help fix your problem.”

“Y-you can?”

“Do you want me to?”

I’m still propped up on my elbows, gazing down at this man who is kneeling between my legs, hand up my dress, rubbing tiny circles into my inner thigh with the tip of his finger, his eyes nearly black with lust, my logic side screaming at me to tell him no, to tell him to stop, to play it safe.

But I’m tired of being called Decaf.

“Yes.”

He smirks, sliding his hands up further, fingers pinching the fabric of my panties before he slides them down and off, tossing them behind him without looking. He gently places my legs over his shoulders, pushing my thighs open wider with his broad shoulders.

“Show me,” he says it calmly, but it’s also commanding and I shiver.

I grip the bottom of my dress and pull it up over my hips, exposing myself to him. His eyes move to stare at my cunt, darkening the rest of the way. He moves his fingers to spread me and I gasp at his touch as he takes me all in.

“Fuck!” I yell out as he quickly dips his head and licks up the center of me, his tongue curling around the bundle of nerves. My thighs try to jam against his head but he is so damn broad that all they do is weakly twitch against his shoulders as he works me open with his mouth, moaning into my cunt.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, I-” words tumble from me in an incoherent jumble. I feel one of his thick fingers swirling around my entrance before he pushes it all the way in, the cool metal of his ring brushing against my skin. My mouth is open in a silent scream, but then he pulls his finger out, adding another, his head lifted to watch as he fucks me with his fingers, the lewd squelches filling the quiet room.

He moves his head back down, gently sucking on my clit and my fingers fly to his head, twisting into his beautiful curls and gripping it as I moan his name, his fingers curling inside of me, slowly stroking at that spot. I can feel myself tightening, pulsing around his fingers as he pushes me closer to the edge. But then he pulls his hand out, his mouth leaving me and I huff.

“What the fu-”

He stands, undoing the buttons on his shirt before taking it off, tossing it on the floor. He’s not 6 pack fit but he’s trim, a small tummy poking out by his pant line that I desperately want to bite. His large hands work open his pants and before I know it, he springs free, heavy and ready.

“Take off your dress.”

It takes me a moment to tear my eyes away from him, nearly ripping my dress in half in my haste to rid myself of it. I unlatch my bra too, tossing it wherever it lands. Lucien pushes my legs open, settling himself between my thighs, pressing his chest against mine. I think he’s going to say something but then all words leave my brain as he pushes inside of me, splitting me open, hand clasped over my mouth as I scream into it, hands flailing around simply because I don’t know what to do with them. He burns me slightly from the stretch but I don’t even care. He bottoms out and just sits there a few moments, his own chest heaving with self-restraint.

Without pulling out, he thrusts further in, pressing at a spot inside of me I didn’t even know existed. A whiny yelp escapes me before his hand clamps over my mouth again, his eyes finding mine as he continues this slow assault. He tentatively removes his hand, my mouth hanging open as jolt of pleasure radiates out from my cunt with every thrust of his hips.

“Do you want me to fuck you into this bed, doll?”

I nod frantically, my hands gripping his ass in an attempt to move him faster.

“Tell me.”

“Please. Please Lucien, fuck me into my bed I-” he clamps his hand over my mouth again, his hips picking up to a rapid pace as he fucks into me, lifting my leg over his hip to change the angle. Then he somehow gathers my flailing hands in one of his large ones, pinning them into the bed above my head as he continues to snap his hips into mine, each thrust driving me rapidly towards the edge he had already brought me to earlier. The thin chains he wore brush against my face with every thrust, and I moan into his hand.

And then I fling myself over the edge, each thrust of his hips carrying me further and further into this bliss. I’ve never experienced this, not in this way, not this intense, rolling waves of pleasure pulsing over my entire body. I feel his hand loosen their grip, no longer over my mouth and they squeeze my hips, flipping me over so quickly my head spins slightly. I bury my face in my blankets and moan as he thrusts into me, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets a rapid pace, pushing my back down to curve my ass up further. To my surprise, I feel one of his hands snake around me, finding my clit and applying the perfect touch, perfect amount of pressure as he drives me towards the edge again at a rapid pace. He pulls me up, my back flush against his chest, his arm wrapping around me to continue touching me while the other holds my hair tightly and I come, his name gasping from my lips as I feel his hips sputter against me, a mix of hard and soft grunts in my ear before he loosens his fingers, letting me drop back to my hands.

He pulls out with a grunt and I immediately feel light, empty, and a little sore but in a good way. He looks at me and I point to my en suite bathroom, still trying to catch my breath. He disappears for several moments before coming back out, a wet washcloth in hand. He looks at me, still in the same position he left me in and moves behind me, pressing the cloth to my sensitive skin. I twitch and hear a low chuckle as he continues to clean me up. He helps me lay on my back, his finger tracing circles around my nippple before giving it a little pinch.

“We better get back to your party.”

“My what?” I’d completely forgotten there even was a dinner party happening. He laughs, his hand resting on my stomach.

“Your dinner party. Surely your friends will wonder where you are.”

“Maybe. Or we could just stay here, naked, and see what happens?”

His eyes darken again and he leans forward, pulling a boob into his mouth and sucking on it. I gasp but then he drops it, sitting back up.

“As much as I’d love that, we should probably get back downstairs.”

I’m hurt, but he’s right. Soon enough my friends would send a search party. And I don’t want any of them to see this complete stranger, balls deep inside of me. Although if you asked me when he was actually balls deep, I wouldn’t have cared at all.

Lucien dresses first and heads back downstairs, winking at me before he closes the door. I quickly rinse off, careful not to wet my hair before trying to fix it to what it was before. I smooth down my dress and hope no one notices the difference. I decide to check the power on his phone before I head down, just to give him an update, expecting it to not be any higher than maybe 20%. But when I light the screen up, my eyebrows furrow together. It was fully charged. Why did he lie? Was it just to fuck me? I wouldn’t have cared if his phone was fully charged.

I take it from the charger and head back downstairs, sounds of laughter echoing up the stairwell. I sneak in through the back door, grabbing another bottle of wine on my way in as an excuse for taking so long. I realize I have no idea how much time I’d spent upstairs, but people were just finishing eating, so it couldn’t have been too long.

I feel eyes on me, but none more than Marcos. His eyes bore into me, hardening the longer he looks at me. He glances between Lucien and me as I hand him his phone, a look of realization settling into his features. Before I can say anything he abruptly stands up, mumbling something about a cigarette break before heading out on the back porch. A moment passes and Lucien pats his pockets, asking Claudia if she thinks Marcos will let him bum a cigarette off of him. She smiles and tells him he definitely will. Lucien gets up and excuses himself, heading out the back door to find Marcos.

Claudia keeps looking at me, her eyes narrowing but a smile forming, like she’s starting to piece together what happened. Before she can ask, I excuse myself, heading towards the backyard to find Lucien and Marcos. But when I open the door I hear raised voices coming from further in the backyard.

“You need to fucking leave, Lucien.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you give me what’s mine, Marcos.”

“It’s not yours anymore, I told you that!”

“That’s because you fucking stole it from me, asshole!”

What the hell are they talking about?

“You say stole, I say borrowed-”

“It took me forever to find you and now you don’t even have the balls to admit you stole from me?”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you!”

I hear the sound of fists landing and I close the last several steps, their fighting bodies moving into my view.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

They both stop, pushing back from each other and looking at me. Marcos tries to put on his normal charming smile, but that nagging feeling about him roars inside of me. “Hey, D.”

“Don’t hey me, Marcos. What’s going on?”

“Oh uh Lucien and I were just messing around, right?” He looks at Lucien who glares back at him.

“No. We were not. You stole from me.”

Marcos narrows his eyes. “And how could I have stolen anything from you?”

“You were my intern! You worked on my project and then you stole it to start your little start up!”

“Wait, what?” I look between them, confused.

“D, he’s crazy. He’s just some guy off the street. You don’t even know him-”

“Oh she knows me plenty.”

My jaw drops as Marcos looks between us.

“Wait…did…did you sleep with her when you went to get your phone?”

I can feel my cheeks heating up but Lucien speaks before I do. “Yeah. I did. I fucked her good. Had her screaming my name. Begging me to fuck her.”

Marcos’s mouth opens and closes, anger flashing in his eyes and I can feel tears pooling in mine, a mixture of anger and embarrassment as Lucien continues to speak.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it Marcos? To have something you want so badly taken away from you? I knew the moment I saw you look at her that you wanted her. So I fucked her first. You take something from me, I take something from you.”

Marcos stands there fuming, looking furious at Lucien, but no longer even looking my way. “You can’t just come in here-”

“I can. And I came in her too.”

SLAP!

My hand stings with the force of contact but I swallow any cry of pain. Lucien brings his hand to his cheek, turning to finally look at me, an odd expression on his face.

“D, listen. Marcos isn’t who you think he is. He-”

WHAM!

Marcos’s fist collides with Lucien’s face and he stumbles backwards. He rallies quickly, swinging for Marcos. I yell for them to stop but I may as well have been talking to the wall. The men fight, throwing themselves at each other, yelling insults that I can only halfway make out. But then Lucien pins Marcos to the ground, pounding on his face. I run up to him and grab his arm.

“Stop!”

Lucien looks at my hand on his arm and then at me before glancing down at Marcos who had just passed out. He looks back at me, his face softening as he lowers his fist, slowly standing up with a series of tiny grunts.

“D, I’m sorry, I-”

“Did you just fuck me to get back at him?”

He’s quiet for longer than I’d like, and I hate the tears that start to fall. I’m not delusional. I know nothing would come of it. I didn’t even know the guy. But a part of me had held onto some idea that maybe it was something more, could be something more.

“Not…not at the end.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gestures to a couple of chairs. “Can I explain?”

I sit, I probably shouldn’t have but good decisions went out the window a long time ago. Lucien sits in the chair across from me, shifting his weight forward to be closer to me.

“Years ago, I hired Marcos as my intern. His name then was Juan. He helped me with my research. I had a bio tech lab and was working on some ground breaking tech. But then one day, I come in and everything is gone. He’d stolen everything, all of my years of research just gone. And then I see his face being put up as the new man to watch in all of the science and tech magazines and I see it, my tech being claimed by this imposter.” Lucien spits on Marcos’s body.

That explains the weird vibe I’d always gotten from him. He was a lying cheat.

“So what about tonight?”

“Ah. Well it had taken me years but I finally tracked him down. And every time I tried to get close, to get him to confess he would somehow weasel out of it. But then I saw him connected to a social media post about a dinner party. I hired a PI to figure out where and I..well I knocked on the door.”

“So your car?”

“Isn’t really broken down, no.”

“Your phone was fully charged.”

“It was already at 87% when I first plugged it in.”

I sit with this information for a few moments. “So what about…me?”

Lucien’s face softens as he looks at me. “Then there was you. I didn’t expect to see anyone here I actually was intrigued by, but there you were. I pushed it aside to get to Marcos but then I saw how he acted around you, the way he looked at you, the pure desire in every inch of him. So I flirted and got close. You were hot and I figured I could fuck you to make him get super pissed. But then you took your dress off so easily and I could tell you weren’t really that kind of person and I just… lost myself a bit when I was inside you. By the end, I was hating myself for using you. I…I’m sorry.”

Well. There you have it. I was right about Marcos being too charming for a reason, a reason he had now confessed to, recorded on Lucien’s phone no doubt. I’m mad, I want to hit him but I also get it. And damn was he the best fuck I’ve ever had.

I lean forward, curling my finger around the chains on his neck as I pull him closer.

“Wanna go for round 2?”

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-Jealousy || Leon S. Kennedy || *Rewrite*

Summary: Leon Scott Kennedy was not the type of man to get jealous, it’s not like he had something to get jealous all. Until Chris Redfield started to show his face around you. That nasty feeling building up in his chest though it only made matters worse when Claire let it slip that her brother may have feelings for you too. Now Leon hopes that he didn’t miss his chances with you.

A/n: flashback is Italicized, female reader, rewrite of this fic

Warnings: Blood, bit of gore { Broken bone.}

Leon did not get jealous, at least that is what he kept telling himself to help him sleep at night. Though of course the very thing that he claimed he didn’t get jealous about was sitting across from him. You were talking about some case, some woman named Mia Winters.

Not that he cared, why should he care about some bio terrorist. No he cared about why Chris suddenly seemed to hanging around you more.

“Leon!”

“What?” Blinking a few times he adverted his gaze frowning for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I was just trying to…are you okay…you look exhausted Leon.” You frowned leaning forward to get a good look at the man, you could see dark circles forming under his eyes.

Scoffing, Leon adverted his gaze. “I’m find Doc, you don’t gotta worry about me alright.” He did his best to not let his feelings show through but you were always concerned for him.

Placing your hand on top of Leon’s you gave it a small squeeze. “You know you can tell me anything right.”

Shaking his head, Leon did his best to give you a weak smile. The warmth of your hand brought a flood of memories back. The shared kisses, the nights where neither of you had gotten much sleep and of course he had to blow it, end whatever you both shared.

Self sabotage at its finest.And even after all of that, you still stayed by his side.

“So what’s with the get up.” Leon did his best to divert the conversation to something else, something that wouldn’t make him realize his feelings for you.

Snorting, you lent back into the chair giving him a slight smile. “Well that was what I was talking about for the last ten minutes.” You teased. “I got asked…recommended actually, I’m heading out to Louisiana.”

Shaking his head, Leon’s eyes narrowed taking in the blue Umbrella logo on your shirt. “What do you mean you’re heading out to Louisiana? Who recommend you to go?”

Sighing, you frowned as your phone chimed. Pushing away from the table you then stood up. “Chris did…look I have to go alright. I’m not going to argue about this, it’s a long flight and I don’t want this to be on my mind.”

Leon tried not to wince from the sound of the chair scraping, though he did feel a slight weight lift off his shoulders feeling you press his lips to his forehead, he wanted it grab you. He wanted to tell you how he felt. “Hey! Stay safe for me will ya.”

Giving him a small wink you lingered by the door, your fingers clutching the handle. “Only if you get a proper nights rest for me Kennedy.”

Opening his mouth, he sighed giving you a small wave as you slipped out the door and into Jeep, though it didn’t take long for him to finally notice Redfield watching him.

When you get back, when you get back he’ll tell you how he felt. He just hoped that he didn’t fuck up his chances with you.

+•+

The flight to Louisiana was long, you normally were able to enjoy these types of flights. You were able to talk to the team, talk to Chris but now. Right now you had way to much on your mind.

“Something on your mind?”

Turning to Chris you let out a forced laugh. “A little…it’s just. Leon and I were talking and before I left, he just looked like he had something to say.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Chris peered out the window. “Maybe he wanted to confess his feelings to you.”

Barking out a laugh, you narrowed your eyes. “Leon confessing his feelings to me. Are we talking about the same man? Besides we ended that, pretty sure he’s still hung up on Ada.” You muttered.

“I wouldn’t be so sure on that.”Sighing, Chris patted you knee. “Get some rest alright. I’ll wake you of something happens.” He joked.

Shaking your head, you let out a small scoff though it didn’t stop you from falling asleep but once you felt the jolt from the helicopter your eyes snapped opened.

“Sleeping beauty finally wake?”

Turing your attention to Chris you were about to reply until you noticed a woman laying unconscious. “Is this.”unbuckling your seatbelt you rushed over to the unconscious woman.

“This is Zoe Baker, she’s stable and luckily for us she’s not infected. Can’t say same to Mia Winters, don’t even have a body to bag.”

Frowning you opened your med beg still examining the woman, she may have been stable but it didn’t look good for her. “She has a high fever, I need to get her the proper-.”

Your voice getting cut off from Chris’s shout, you didn’t even realize the helicopter starting to take off, your body tumbling out of the side hitting the ground hard as you rolled hitting a man. “Shit. Ethan Winters I presumed.”

“Ya…who the hell are yo-Shit watch out!” The man shoving you out of the way of getting swiped by something, though with your gaze glued to the B.O.W in front of you, you barley had a chance to dodge a large crate falling towards you.”

The container to take out the B.O.W falling on your leg, a cry tearing from your lips as Ethan rushed to your side moving the object off your leg. “Of fuck…is that your bone.”

Gritting your teeth you had to bite back another scream. Blood pouring out your wound, the broken bone poking through the flesh. “Shut the fuck up and take that bitch out.” You growled placing the gun in his hand. You tried to stay conscious, but the pain was overwhelming. You listened to voices shouting around you, a horrified scream before everything went black.

+•+

You were used to hospitals, you worked in them, you weren’t used to being a patient in one though. Letting your body slump in the bed you did your best to remember everything that happened. The man Ethan Winters, he stayed by your side until he knew you were okay.

Zoe Baker, she was alive thanks to Ethan too. You remember seeing her briefly. You heard Chris talking about Mia, you weren’t sure how to feel about her death but at least the man can move on with his life and Leon. You remembered seeing Leon when you got administrated into the hospital, you weren’t sure you ever seen the man look so concerned.

So scared.

Gritting your teeth you did your best to sit up only to feel a hand on your shoulder pushing you back down on the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going.”

“Leon?”

Chuckling the man sat back down in his own chair, he looked so drained. “The one and only.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I can leave if you want.”

Wincing you shook your head adjusting you body as you reached out to grasp his hand. “No…stay…please.”

“I was joking y/n....I wasn’t going to leave you…I mean not unless you kicked my as out but shit I gotta say...seeing you like that scared the crap out of me.”

“Leon.”

“No…I have to say this. I’m sick of being a coward. I care about you. I care about you and I know you can do better than me.”

Rolling your eyes you let go of his hand to instead you placed your hand on his cheek. “I love you too.”

“What!”

Shrugging your shoulders you dropped your hand relaxing into the bed. “Chris may have mentioned something like that.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

Opening on of your eyes, you gave him a teasing smile. “You know what would be better, you kissing me.”

“I..” sighing. Leon shook his head giving you a slight smile bending down as he captured your lips in for a kiss. “Get some sleep for me, will you.”

Returning the kiss, you let your fingers dig into his arm. “No promises.”

+•+

Checking his gun Leon jumped up from his seat as medics rushed by, he barley registered your leg in a make shift cast, narrowing his eyes he watched Chris walk by but before he could get any further he could help but grab his arm.

“What the hell! You were supposed to watch her not have her get rushed off to the fucking hospital!”

Turning to face him Chris was alway worried enough but hearing Leon remind him of his mistake only pissed him off even more.

“Don’t you think I know that!” Shaking his head he rubbed his neck. “You should see her?” As much as he didn’t want to admit it Chris knew how the man felt and he was positive of your own feelings.

“Why?”Leon frowned eyeing him.

“She called out your name before she blacked out...try not to blow it Kennedy because I will be their to pick up the pieces if you fuck shit up.”

Watching him walk off Leon squared his shoulders waiting for the okay to see you and taking his advice Leon knew what he had to do.

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thejujvtsupost · 1 year ago

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Smitten: The Best For Me

This was requested almost immediately after the first part was released. I’m still working on current requests but you can see whether or not I’m accepting more in my bio! Feel free to send an ask otherwise too! Share your thoughts with me, let’s brain rot together. <3

Notes: F!reader, fluff, developing relationships, sorcerers have soulmates/soulbonds, making it official.

Living with Gojo was hard to adjust to. You didn’t have to cook or clean despite wanting to pull your weight.

“Baby you can’t even walk right now and you shouldn’t be worried about it anyway. Your only job is to keep resting and getting better.” You weren’t used to having someone take care of you. You were on your own so young, struggled to make it for the last twenty-something years of your life, and not having to worry about the basics was new.

He would leave for work in the morning with a kiss on your forehead and a reminder to text him if you needed anything at all. You were still learning about the jujutsu world, about soul bonds and what he was, who he was- the strongest sorcerer alive and a teacher to a group of really great kids he cared about.

Oh, and apparently you weren’t the only one who loved his eyes- whatever. You’d be the one who loved them the most then. He kept them covered while out but didn’t bother as often around you.

Of course he was prone to headaches because of them, though. You learned he really enjoyed a nice nap when he got a migraine, he was resistant at first but you encouraged him to take a break. As soon as you ran your fingers through his hair, he was knocked out. You were a calming presence to him. It was one of his favorite pastimes now.

Every evening, sometimes night, when he came home he greets you with a kiss on your cheek instead of your forehead. He’s been very quiet about the nature of your relationship but cuddling and actual kisses between the two of you were very common.

He was scared to bring it up, what if you wanted something different? He knew you had mutual feelings for him but you just didn’t necessarily know that your feelings were real. You fell for him so hard and quick that it gave you whiplash, but it was valid. He didn’t want to rush you and risk scaring you away with too much commitment so soon. There was no one else for him, you were the best there is.

Two weeks passed before it came up again. You were worried he was unhappy to be stuck with you- a non sorcerer who couldn’t fend for themselves. When you brought it up again, hard as it was with your own fear, he was a mess.

“Satoru, are you sure you’re… happy? I know I don’t know a lot about your society yet but I know I’m probably not- well not what you expected or maybe wanted to be stuck with…”

“Baby what the hell are you talking about? Of course I’m happy with you- where did you get the idea I wasn’t?” He sounded frantic.

“You haven’t mentioned being together so I thought maybe you might not want to and just wanted to be casual or something-” your voice was small, you might’ve misunderstood the situation.

“I didn’t want to rush you into anything, you’re still learning and everything is new and you’re probably not ready for-”

“Oh my god shut up ‘toru.” You leaned in and kissed him to settle his worries.

He broke the kiss first, still urgent, “be mine?”

“Obviously, don’t you know I already am?” He kissed you so deeply after that.

He was panting when he broke away again- to your annoyance. Was it a crime to wanna kiss your new boyfriend or something? “Are you sure? You know I’ll still look out for you no matter what.”

His life was dangerous, but you knew he protect you against everything. You were safe wherever he was, and you wanted to be right by his side regardless.

“Stop preventing me from kissing my boyfriend and kiss me back, idiot.” You sounded too fond for his heart to handle. So you instead of waiting for a reply while his brain buffered, you shut him up again with another kiss, soothing away his worries.

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

prompt from @scealaiscoite

prompt: "i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes."

Loki walked behind me in the Halloween store and raised an eyebrow at the array of costumes. Every costume I showed him, he made a face and started to walk away. Across the store, Thor and Tony walked around with the cart full of decorations. Wanda and vision were looking at costumes as well.

“Come on Loki. There has to be something here you like.” I whined as Loki started to browse through the themed decor. His shoulders sagged and Loki grabbed a throw blanket off the wall before showing it to me. I nodded and he magicked it across the room to the cart. “Loki!”

“You know I could make anything you wanted.” Loki said as he looked at me. Taking my hands, he smiled brightly at me. “And it would be ten times better than anything they have here.” Smiling at him, I pulled him back to the costumes.

“I know that. And I appreciate it. Really.” I said, showing him more costumes. “But that’s what makes it so fun. Crappy costumes and cheesy movies. Come on Loki.” Loki rolled his eyes and followed me around. I continued showing him costumes. Each one got a worse review from Loki and a sympathetic look from Wanda.

“darling, I love you. I swear I do. But we’re not wearing matching costumes.” Loki finally broke. I stared at him. “It’s tacky and boring. It’s the biggest joke of this whole so called holiday.” Frowning, I turned back to the costumes and browsed. I stopped showing Loki costumes and let him wander away. After a while, I found a costume I wanted and went to pay for it.

“I would have paid if you waited kid.” Tony said as I walked by, bag on my arm.

“It wasn’t that much Tony. It’s fine.” I said. I gave him a small smile, noticing Loki in the corner of my eye. “I’ll meet you all back at the tower.” Tony nodded and watched me walk out of the store. When the rest of the team showed up, Tony brought in the decor he bought for me.

“I saw a few things i knew you’d like. And I know. I know. I didn’t have to. But you looked depressed and I felt bad after Wanda told me what happened.” Tony said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He patted my thigh and tried to catch my eye. “If it makes you feel better, he hasn’t come back yet. We left him in the store since he was taking so long.” I laughed and Tony let me put my head on his shoulder.

“he seemed pretty interested in the decor. I don’t expect him back for a while.” I said. Tony nodded. “Thank you Tony.” He gave me a quick side hug.

“don’t tell anyone. They can’t know I’m this nice.” Tony said, standing up and winking at me. I smiled at him and nodded.

“of course.” I said, watching Tony leave. I started unpacking everything Tony bought me and putting it where I wanted. There was a knock on my door and I turned to se who it was. “Come in!” Loki walked in and I frowned. “Oh. Hello.” I went back to decorating while Loki walked in and sat down on my bed.

“I’m sorry.” Loki said. I paused and looked at him in my mirror. He sat quietly as I continued.

“For what?” I finally asked when he hadn’t continued for a while. Loki sighed and walked towards me.

“for everything. Calling the holiday tacky and boring.” He said. “I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t have shut down your costume ideas.” I stared at him. He smiled at me and motioned to the bag on my bed. “I made Wanda tell me what costume you bought. And I went looking for the one that goes with it…” I turned and went to dig through the bag.

“why would you…” I asked. Loki kissed my cheek.

“I also bought you some more decor.” Loki looked around the room. “Although it looks like stark may have beat me to some of it. Sorry there are duplicates.” I turned to hug Loki.

“I don’t care.” I said softly, holding him tight. “Thank you loki.” He smiled into my hair and sighed.

“you don’t know how relieved I am to hear that.” He whispered. “I love you. So much. And I don’t want to lose you.”

“you wouldn’t lose me over this Loki. It is just a disagreement.” I assured him, pulling back to cup his cheek. “I love you too.” Loki smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

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mrprettywhenhecries · 14 days ago

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) redux [b.h]

three. | start your engines

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

✗ w.c. 2.3k words ✗ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, suggestive themes, smoking, illegal car racing ✗ a/n. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💚✨

[ masterlist ] [ win lewis bio ]

Win wasn’t surprised that come Monday morning, Vicki was giving her the silent treatment, turning her nose up at her every time their paths crossed, but it wasn’t until third period gym that she found out why.

Coach Walsh was in the midst of splitting the boys up for a game of five on five, shirts versus skins, while the girls sat on the sidelines to watch, which Win was more than happy to. When Billy was assigned skins, he wasted no time pulling his gym shirt over his head and tossing it aside while shaking out his hair. When he caught Win watching, he winked, flashing a cheeky grin her way. Rolling her eyes, she quickly looked away, only to notice the other girls sitting with their heads together, whispering amongst themselves.

“Tommy said he saw them leave the bathroom together, half undressed, after being in there a while,” Carol said, cutting off when she noticed Win listening.

“Win?” Tina cried, looking betrayed. “You hooked up with Billy at my party and you didn’t even tell me?”

“What?” Win demanded, her eyes narrowing as they fixed on Carol, who shrugged, the ghost of a pleased smirk on her lips.

“That’s what Tommy told me. He saw you guys go into the bathroom together,” she said, the look on her face just daring Win to deny it.

“Well Tommy’s fucking wrong,” Win snapped. “Nancy-fucking-Wheeler spilled punch on me, so I went to the bathroom to clean up and Billy followed me,” she explained.

Carol snorted. “Yeah, and when you came back out you were only wearing your bra,” she pointed out, smacking her gum.

“Because my shirt was soaked!” Win countered, growing more aggravated by the second.

“So, if you didn’t fuck, what were you doing?” Vicki asked.

“We talked. That’s it.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Vicki scoffed. “You know, Billy’s not denying it.”

“Of course he’s not,” Win grumbled under her breath, looking back out at the court just as Billy knocked Steve to the ground and stole the ball, throwing a trick shot under his leg.

“Steve! I need to talk to you.”

Nancy Wheeler’s sharp voice cut through the air, followed by Mr. Walsh’s shrill whistle.

“Go on, Harrington, but make it quick,” he warned, jerking his head toward where Nancy stood by the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

Though curiosity tugged at her, Win took advantage of the brief timeout to hurry down the bleachers and grab Billy by the arm, dragging him toward the hall.

“Hey Win,” he chuckled, amusement sparkling in his ocean blue eyes as he let himself be led.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed once they were alone.

“You mean, other than dominating on the court?” he asked, his lips curling smugly. “Did you see that shot I just made?”

“Billy,” Win warned, planting her hands on her hips. “Why does everyone think we slept together?”

“Oh that,” he mused, frowning as he shrugged. “I didn’t say anything.”

Win growled, taking a step closer. “That’s exactly my point, you’re not denying it!”

“Yeah, and–?” Billy asked, blinking at her as he tilted his head infuriatingly.

“Tell them it didn’t happen,” Win ground out, jabbing her finger into his sweat slicked chest.

For a moment he didn’t respond, chewing his lip as if deliberating. “I don’t think I will,” he finally said, wearing a grimace as if he actually felt bad about it.

Taken aback by his alacrity, Win merely gaped at him, unable to formulate a scathing enough response.

“I figure it’ll be true sooner or later, so why deny it?” he explained, smugness radiating off him in waves.

“You–you absolute creep!” Win exploded, fury running through her veins. “Do you actually think I’m gunna want to sleep with you after this?”

Billy’s husky chuckle brought her up short. “Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you’re angry?” he asked, amused by her indignant expression.

All Win could get out was a furious “You–!” before Mr. Walsh interrupted.

“Hargrove, Lewis, quit flirting and get back in here, we have a game to play.”

“We’re not–” Win began, ready to argue when Billy cut her off.

“C’mon Win, you heard the man,” he said, flashing a grin. Appeased, Walsh nodded brusquely before turning and heading back inside, not waiting to see if they were following or not.

Stepping past her, Billy paused, leaning in closer. “For someone who can dish it out, you sure can’t take it, can you?”

For a moment, Win merely stood there, rooted in place, seething with incredulous disbelief, her pulse thundering in her ears, hating the effect he had on her. “I’m gunna kill him,” she muttered under her breath once she finally followed, setting her jaw and sitting as far away from the other girls as she could.

If looks could kill, Billy Hargrove would have been dead long before the end of gym class.

By the time lunch rolled around, Win was still stewing, barely paying attention as Heather and Tammy Thompson joined her at her table, far away from where Tina, Carol, and Vicki sat.

“Did you hear about Nancy and Steve?” Heather asked, opening her milk carton and her question roused Win from her thoughts.

“She seemed pretty pissed this morning. Wonder what that was about,” Win mused, moving her peas around her tray with her fork, and Tammy leaned in conspiratorially.

“Apparently they broke up at Tina’s party.”

“Poor Steve,” Heather murmured, shaking her head solemnly.

“Yeah…” Win agreed halfheartedly, feeling eyes on her. When she lifted her head, she wasn’t surprised to see Tina and Vicki staring at her from across the room and she rolled her eyes. “I kinda have bigger fish to fry right now though,” she muttered.

Heather glanced over her shoulder, following Win’s eyeline to the other girls, now huddled together whispering about something, no doubt Win. “There are worse rumors they could be spreading,” she pointed out, her lips quirking into a small smirk. “They’re just jealous. And who can blame them?”

“I guess…” Win groaned, piercing her meatloaf with more force than necessary. “He’s just so smug, it makes me wanna knock him down a few pegs.”

“Well, it’s not like you can make him admit the truth,” Tammy said. “Talk’ll die down eventually and people will move on to new gossip.”

“Wait. That’s it!” Win exclaimed, oblivious to the other two girls’ confusion at her sudden outburst.

“What’s it? What’re you talking about– Win? Where’re you going?” Heather cried as Win scraped back her chair and jumped to her feet, already heading for the door.

“To issue a challenge that even Billy Hargrove won’t be able to pass up!” Win called, not looking back, making her way to the bleachers, having a feeling he might be there.

Sure enough, Billy was leaning against the railing, cigarette between his lips, and Win wondered for a moment if he’d merely stolen her favourite spot or if he’d been waiting for her, the thought making her stomach flip traitorously.

“Hargrove,” she called.

Billy pulled his cigarette from his lips as he turned to her, lazily blowing out the stream of smoke as his gaze traveled over her.

“Well, well, well, wondered if you were gunna show up,” he drawled. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” he taunted.

“Actually, I’ve come to issue a challenge,” Win said, raising her chin defiantly, her eyes flashing.

“Oh yeah, what sort of challenge?” Billy asked, his brows raising as he wet his lips.

“A race. Your Camaro versus my Chevelle.”

Billy’s grin grew, no doubt thinking he’d have it in the bag. After all, as far as he knew, Win wasn’t supposed to be driving her daddy’s car, so how good could she actually be?

“What’re we playing for?” he asked, flicking his cigarette away and moving closer.

“If I win, you have to tell everyone we didn’t sleep together.”

Billy considered for a moment. “Alright,” he finally drawled. “What do I get if I win?”

Win shrugged. “What do you want?”

A smug grin spread across Billy’s face at her question. “A date,” he answered simply.

“A date?” Win asked, her brows pinching in confusion.

“Yeah, Princess, a date,” he repeated.

Win shrugged. “Alright, fine, whatever you want.”

“So when and where is this little race taking place?” Billy asked, inspecting his fingernails, as if he couldn’t really care less. “Four p.m., Quarry Road,” Win answered. “That good for you?”

“Sure thing. See you there, Princess,” he drawled, grinning confidently.

“Don’t be late,” Win warned, turning her back on him to head back to the lunch room.

When Win arrived at the Quarry Road, she was surprised to find that word had spread and a small group of their classmates had already gathered to watch the race. Sneaking the car out a second time hadn’t been too difficult with her father at work, and for once she was glad for his long hours.

The more spectators there are, the more witnesses there’ll be when I win, she thought as she got out of the car to face Billy, who was already waiting, leaning against the hood of his Camaro, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Shall we go over the rules?” Win asked, holding his gaze as she approached.

“Yeah, whatever,” Billy scoffed, pushing off the car to meet her, towering over her.

“The length of the race will be a quarter mile and the first to cross the finish line wins. Sound good?” she asked.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” Billy said, holding out his hand for her to shake.

Win looked at it for a moment before taking it. Billy’s hand tightened around hers and he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Better start thinking where you want me to take you out on our date,” he drawled, wearing a cocky grin.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re expecting something more?” Win replied wryly.

“Depends on how good the date goes, right?” Billy chuckled.

“Don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched, Hargrove.”

Win pulled her hand free and climbed behind the wheel, the Chevelle rumbling loudly to life as she turned the key in the ignition, the vibrations seeping into her. Billy’s engine roared obnoxiously in response and several of the guys on the sidelines cheered.

Carol took up position in the middle of the road by the designated starting line and Billy cranked his radio up, his hands drumming on the steering wheel as the music blared.

“Ready?” Carol called, lifting her arms above her head. Win revved her engine in response, her hands flexing on the wheel.

“Three, two, one–!” Carol cried. On ‘one’, she dropped her arms and let out a shriek as both cars tore past her, their tires squealing loudly.

Billy’s Camaro pulled ahead and Win could hear him crow over the roar of the wind and the radio. Unbothered, she pressed the gas pedal down, watching the speed climb as she switched gears smoothly, finally opening up the throttle fully. She crested a hundred as she caught up to him–knowing he was about to top out in speed. Turning to flash him a smirk, she floored it, passing one twenty as she hurtled past him, leaving him in the dust, the wind whipping her hair.

The look on his face as she passed him was gold–his incredulous expression darkening as she crossed the finish line ahead of him. There was no contest, it was more than obvious who the winner was.

Win’s Chevelle skidded to a stop several yards away and she climbed out just as Billy parked next to her–the others running over to join them.

“Win! Win, you did it! You won!” Heather cried, nearly knocking her over in her excitement. “That was so rad!”

“Thanks,” Win laughed, peering through the crowd, searching for Billy’s face.

When he noticed her looking his way, he scowled, shrugging Tommy’s hand from his shoulder before striding toward her purposefully. However, as he stopped in front of her, he wet his lips and turned his eyes on her car. Opening the hood, he took one look at her engine and let out a wry laugh at the sight, shaking his head.

“Well, colour me impressed,” he drawled, shutting the hood. “Even if you are a sneaky little thing.”

“That’s on you for underestimating me,” Win countered, crossing her arms over her chest and raising her chin defiantly to hide the tremor of adrenaline still coursing through her and vibrating outward.

“No, no, I can admit when I’ve been beat, especially when you looked so good doing it,” he added before shrugging. “It’s just a shame we won’t get that date. That is, unless you’d like to reconsider?” he murmured, watching her expectantly.

“In your dreams, Hargrove,” Win replied, a grin playing at her lips. “Now I believe you have something to tell them,” she said, nodding toward their classmates clustered nearby.

“Yeah, yeah,” Billy muttered, turning to them and whistling loudly to get their attention. “LISTEN UP!” he bellowed, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his deep voice. “Let’s get the record straight! Me and Lewis here, haven’t fucked–”

He turned to look at her, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

“ – YET!”

Billy’s announcement sent a ripple through the crowd, while some didn’t seem to believe him, others let out relieved sighs at the news. Win, however, turned away from them, unsure how it made her feel.

“That what you wanted?” Billy asked, appearing behind her, looming over her shoulder.

“For your information, it is,” she countered, spinning around to regard him.

Or at least, close enough.

Billy shrugged, reaching for a smoke. “This isn’t over yet,” he said, giving her a pointed look as he lit his cigarette.

“If you say so,” Win replied coolly, opening her car door. “See you at school.”Billy nodded, blue eyes darkening in thought as she pulled away. She’d definitely won that round, but Billy wasn’t about to give up yet–he merely needed to change tactics.

Bear with me a moment while I talk a little bit about the car Win’s Chevelle is based on because I like to nerd out about this at any opportunity I get:

This particular ‘69 Cevelle COPO was originally owned by my dad when he was young. Now what made COPO's (an acronym for Central Office Production Order) stand out from the other cars of the time was its 425hp L72 V-8 engine. This was one of the most powerful engines put into a car on the regular market, because they were specifically built with special hardware right off the assembly line rather than have them modified by a third party, but they weren't well known because in outward appearance they looked like regular Chevelle SS's and they weren't advertised in dealer brochures.

In 1969, only 323 COPO Chevelles were produced. Of those 323, only 3 were the tuxedo black and red pinstripe finish. And of those 3, only 1 was the four speed manual transmission shown above. This is literally a one of a kind car and it was a part of my family’s history.

The last I had heard of this car, it went to auction and was sold for over $300k several years ago. I will forever weep that for whatever reason, my dad let it leave his possession (I believe he literally just gave it to one of my uncles who sold it), so I decided to give it to Win in my heart.

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616witch · 5 months ago

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Hi there! As a pretty casual Avengers fan, I haven’t read too many runs that portray the relationship between Wanda and Vision. Why do fans like this ship? And why do some Wanda fans seem to dislike Vision? Are there any runs or comics that show the good or bad of this pairing?

Hello! I'm going to answer this question because I love these characters and I love to waffle about them, but also just going to remind people that I also have a personal account over at @brw where I talk more about stuff like this! This account is almost a portfolio of my graphic design, as well as an archive for comic art and editing resources and other graphic designers, with a few odd extra things I think are cool that I want on this blog. I try to refrain from posting too much commentary or the like here, just because I want to keep it very focused on my creations and the creations of other folks. With that out of the way, I'll dive into this!

Why do fans like this ship?

Well, I can only speak to my experience as a 616 ScarletVision fan, and from engaging with different fans through the years, but these are only my personal takes and some observations. Everyone you ask could give you a different answer, and none of them would be wrong.

For me, the personal pull is, first and foremost–I really like both of these characters. They both have a very distinctive design, they both have very strong core aesthetics, they both have dramatic, strong personalities and they both have a very distinguished speech pattern, so their relationship would always be interesting to me, because it combines so many different things that I love. Without being a fan of Vision and Wanda separately as characters, I wouldn't like this relationship as much as I do.

Anyway, beyond just generally liking their respective vibes, I've always appreciated just how dramatic and intense these two are. Vision and Wanda definitely feel like their respective first, proper adult relationship, at least in my opinion. This might be divisive, as Wanda and Warren Worthington III did date in First Class, but that relationship to me read more teenage and youthful, while Vision and Wanda are very much so swept in the emotional and physical intensity that they develop for each other very rapidly in their Avengers appearances together. That dramatic, strong personality they both possess makes their relationsip very dramatic and over the top, which I find a delight to read.

Giant Size Avengers #4 (1974)

Even when they get married, this drama doesn't really go away, and the bio of this blog comes from one of my favourite issues depicting these two and their dramatic sensibilities.

Marvel Super-Heroes V2 #10 (1992)

This panel brings us into our second reason, which is that there's something really interesting about the way these characters are both social outcasts for a variety of reasons; Wanda is Rromani, a mutant and a witch, and Vision is a synthezoid, completely non-human and unable to fit into human norms and customs. A big theme of these two and their relationship is having a similar lived experience because of the ways they are social outcasts, and of their love becoming stronger than the adversity that they face because of it.

Avengers V1 #113 (1973)

To me, its a very engaging story, and it's well compounded by again, how dramatic and high-energy these two are, the ways they show and perform their love for one another. They're also often very bitter and angry at the world for the way it mistreats them, which is an interesting character trait for both of them as other characters (like Pietro) are often written as antagonists for those opinions. And this of course makes it more special when they are so tender and loving around each other, the ways they can find solace and peace in one another.

They also just generally brought out the best in one another during their marriage, in my opinion. Vision's stoic, dependable personality and their support for Wanda while she was exploring her magic with Agatha Harkness was incredibly important as she developed and grew from a mutant with magical themeing, to a powerful witch in her own right. It is Vision who taught Wanda the principal of "Order and Chaos belong together", which is a really important line of thought for her. And Vision of course becomes increasingly more in tune with their own emotions, more emotionally mature and more developed as a person as their relationship with Wanda develops. They go from a traumatised, bitter person angry at the world, with essentially no emotional regulation skills because they're like three days old, to being a loving, deeply compassionate and considerate spouse and parent, who has built their own family in spite of the isolation they grew up with.

There's probably other reasons I'm missing, but these are the big ones in my opinion, why I keep coming back to these two despite not being together for 30, 40 odd years.

Why do some Wanda fans not like Vision?

There are a few different reasons for these, so I'll do my best to be brief. Some reasons are more than valid and are worthy critiques and understandable reactions and feelings to have, and others, quite frankly, are complete horseshit made up by people who feel like their dislike of Lines On Paper has to be justified, or righteous, and can't allow it to just be. I'm focusing this list on specific reasons they dislike Vision, not people just preferring other relationships like WandaJericho or ScarletPhoenix or what have you.

Just not the type of character they like. Which is understandable. Not every character works for every person, and sometimes disliking a character isn't that deep! People are allowed to not like lines on a sheet of paper, after all.

Character and ship was ruined for them by the MCU, and MCU fans. Also understandable, although I wish that didn't mean that all the actually interesting parts of the 616 Vision/Wanda dynamic was ignored, but what can you do.

Has a difficult and varied history of being coded as a minority by various (very white, very American) writers during the 70s and early 80s, which have not aged well. A big inspiration for Vision was Spock from Star Trek, who is obviously a biracial character and faces a lot of discrimination for this, and this was part of the character makeup of Vision and it was often a source of allegory, as well as a source of drama in Wanda and Vision's relationship. Not an often well done aspect of their character, and not very tasteful. This writing turned off some people, which is understandable (although if you're asking me, which you are, it's not any more egregious than X-Men coding but that's neither here or there)

Vision's character development and prioritisation in the 70s came at the expense of Pietro. This one is true; Steve Englehart, for whatever reason, decided that as Vision and Wanda's relationship became more fully fledged and he was going to continue with Vision's minority coding, that Pietro was going to be an antagonistic and often allegorically racist person to give that dynamic more drama. This was fixed when Moondragon decided to lobotomise him because I guess actually writing character development was too much work, but it still means a solid chunk of Pietro's 70s appearance are marked by this. It's a shame, because I think there's a way to write this antagonism in a way that makes sense and is narratively fulfilling, but that's not the conversation at the moment. I do appreciate this as a reason of why some people have never quite worked with Vision (although given that this hasn't been true in the past 20, 30 odd years of publication history I find it strange as a reason to dislike modern Vision but I'm biased in this conversation)

Writers reduced Wanda to her relationship with Vision. This is, frankly, bullshit, and I really don't know where it came from. There's a slight argument for pre-Byrne Wanda and especially early 70s Wanda, but I can still name a few different issues during the period of their marriage where Wanda had her own adventure outside of Vision, and the thing is folks; Vision wasn't getting many solo appearances or stories during their marriage, either. Post Byrne, it really doesn't make sense. Wanda was reduced to her grief and her mental illness, yes, which were caused by the traumatic dissolution of her marriage to Vision, but that isn't the same as her being reduced to her marriage. Later on, what Wanda is reduced to is House of M and the Decimation; this has nothing to do with Vision. Sure, if you're reading Roy Thomas/Steve Englehart early 70s Avengers, maybe, but these are only two writers in a sea of people who have handled these characters, so this argument doesn't hold water for me.

Vision is abusive. Anyone who says this shouldn't be reading comics, they should be watching Blue's Clues. Vision can be mean, or blunt, or emotionally distant, or bitter–but that does not mean Vision is abusive, that means that comics exaggerate personality traits for the sake of drama. It's a soap opera! And to be honest, any argument you can apply to them can apply to virtually any comic relationship from the era. That's just the writing style, it doesn't mean that Vision is an abusive figure.

Vision made a robot version of Wanda, which was creepy and weird. True, but using a Tom King comic to talk about Vision is like using a Bendis comic to talk about Wanda. Neither of these writers had good intentions with these characters, or particularly cared about or respected them as characters and what they're meant to represent. Vision (2015) was a bad, deeply racist and xenophobic comic written by a CIA agent who admitted freely to torturing people as if it was a fun little tidbit. Unless you're using it to criticise Tom King's racism, I have zero interest in acknowledging this comic in the history of these two.

Vision's character comes at the expense of Jim Hammond and Simon Williams. I... don't see this one? Both the revelations that Vision had a relation to Jim and Simon came after their initial debut, and Vision is a distinct person and design from both these characters. Writers can use Jim and Simon whenever, and they often do. There is just that historical/familial connection, to try and build up connections in the Marvel Universe, but it isn't as if the character of Vision RUINED Jim and Simon, or whatever. In fact, Simon would have never been remembered and brought back from the dead to be honest without Vision keeping his character alive in the memory of people. The same is arguably true for Jim, who wasn't really used in post Timely marvel comics at all until the Vision connection was established. And if any character ruined Jim Hammond's prospects in comics, it would be Johnny Storm, the character who is considered the definitive Human Torch, not Vision, who only dedicated comic fans probably know of the Jim Hammond connection.

Vision cheated on Wanda with Mantis. A) no they didn't, B) Steve Engelhart just has a weird cheating thing, so I really don't consider this a big deal. Don't believe me? In the Fantastic Four: Big Town series he did, there's a moment where it is heavily implied that Hank Pym and Charles Xavier are having some kind of affair to contrast with the affair Janet and Tony Stark are having. It's just a quirk of his. Also, you can't blame Englehart for making everyone fall in love with Mantis, that's his girl.

Vision has no emotions and can't emotionally fulfil or love Wanda. Anyone who says this has probably not passed basic English class, because my G-d, how do you miss the point of a character that badly. Avengers #57 didn't die for this.

And finally, I think a lot of people only care about Wanda in relation to the Magetfam dynamic and aren't particularly interested in her realtionships on the Avengers at all, despite the fact that that is who she is far more than being an X-Man. They don't really like that she's on the "cop team", so any relation to it is dismissed or ignored in favour of her having more relationships with mutant characters. Every time Vision appears in a Wanda comic, despite the fact that they are the parent of her children, someone she spent years of her life with, her first proper love and someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, it has to be "forced", regardless of how ridiculous an idea that is. It's dumb, and stupid, and I don't think these people really care about Wanda as a character, but that's probably just me being a nasty little hater.

Runs and comics I recommend for this couple

Good or bad can be subjective; I've seen people read completely differently into a scene I thought was sweet, or creepy, or whatever, so I'll just send a list of what I consider good issues to get a handle on these two. Bolded are important, italics are just bonus issues that might be of interest.

Avengers V1 #91–#93

Avengers V1 #96

Avengers V1 #113

I (heart) Marvel AI <- AU issue, but cute

The Celestial Madonna arc (#124, #125, #129–#135, Giant Size Avengers #2–#4)

Avengers V1 #147

Marvel Team-Up V1 #41–#42

Marvel Fanfare #14

Marvel Fanfare #58 (Their house here is burned down in Avengers V1 #252)

Marvel Super-Heroes V2 #10

Vision and the Scarlet Witch V1 & V2, V2 also crosses over with West Coast Avengers V2 for the first 4 or so issues.

West Coast Avengers V2 #34–#36

What If? V1 #20, #38

West Coast Avengers V2 #42–#46 is the Vision Quest arc, and is the dissolution of their marriage.

Hope this helps, anon!

#wanda maximoff #the vision #avengers #scarletvision #asks #anonymous

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cjsmalley · 1 year ago

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Wished Away 7:

Happy Thanksgiving (Early, I Know, Shut up):

“Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker wish to invite you to our Thanksgiving meal,” Damian said.

“Are you sure?” Bruce asked, “we’re a lot.”

Even without Damian, Bruce had many children and cooking for all of them was sometimes a tall order.

Damian smiled, “We are aware. You are not the only family we are inviting. Every child Father, Mother, and Uncle Tucker has taken in we have invited along with their remaining family if they have any. Even the non-Americans have been invited.”

“We’d be delighted to come,” Alfred said for his family, “should we bring anything?”

“You may,” Damian agreed, “however, the chefs and cooks of the Palace will be preparing the main meal. It will be mostly meatless. Seitan mostly, in observance with mine and Mother’s dietary needs and our beliefs. It will also be made in-line with kosher regulations.”

“Cookies,” Jason said, looking at Alfred, “we can make vegan cookies.”

“Very well, Master Jason,” Alfred nodded, already planning for such a large batch, or several batches.

Damian grinned.

Thanksgiving Day arrived and the portal opened.

They filed through and were greeted by Sam, the younger Sam on her hip, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Sammy just waved shyly, gaining fond chuckles.

They all echoed the sentiment and were led through the palace to one of the ballrooms, “Not even the large dining room is big enough to hold our horde,” she said with humor.

“Oh?”

“Everyone invited came,” Sam explained before visibly remembering, “Oh, and any red wine you see? Not red wine; we have a vampire in attendance. He eats human food but not really.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded; only Dick was of age to drink, of his children, but neither one really drank. Still, it was good to know.

“’m assuming the vamp’s friendly?” Jason voiced.

“Friendly as in doesn’t eat humans anymore, yeah,” Sam nodded, “but, well, Spike’s Spike. You’ll understand once you meet him. Don’t go after his humans and he’s nice enough.”

“Fair enough,” Stephanie nodded.

“Also in attendance are a Vampire Slayer, several witches and wizards, two magic superheroes…basically everyone you met at Damian’s birthday party’s here. I know Spike wasn’t there; he had to babysit the Hellmouth that day, so he’s really the only new face. Him and his daughter, Hope.”

“Vampires can have—”

“She’s adopted, from a separate dimension. Danny brought her to the Hellmouth group to hide her. She’s being raised by Buffy and Spike.”

“Oh.”

They finally made it to the ballroom; the doors were wide open; servants rushed forward to relieve the Waynes of the platters of cookies they carried before they entered the room.

Most of the room was divided down the middle by a cartoonishly long dining table, bench seating on either side of it. Settings were already in place.

In one corner was a padded and gated off area where Anakin and the baby that could only be Hope played. Well, played as only young babies could, which wasn’t much.

Dotted around the room were small clusters of regular chairs and beanbag chairs, some of which were already occupied, surrounding small tables with pitchers of water and juices and, yes, blood.

Spike the vampire was easy to pick out from the masses because he had a glass of what looked like red wine in hand. Nobody else did.

The Waynes spread out, first finding Damian to say hello, then mingling and visiting with the friends made at the birthday party.

Bruce made his way towards the vampire.

“’Lo,” Spike greeted lowly over his drink, Buffy at his side.

“Hello, Buffy,” Bruce said before smiling with a closed mouth, “and you must be Spike. Bruce Wayne.”

“Not an ape, mate,” Spike snorted, “won’t attack if you smile at me. Sit down, take a load off. Hear you’re Batman. The real deal one.”

“I am,” Bruce took a seat, reaching to fill a cup with orange juice, “where did you hear it from?”

“Dawn was excited; her little brother’s bio-dad is Batman,” Buffy explained, rolling her eyes fondly, “one of my friends, Xander, is a big comic book nerd.”

“Ah. I assume there won’t be any problems?”

“Not from us,” Spike agreed, nudging Buffy with a smirk, “my girl here’s a superhero too. Won’t be any trouble from our lot. Right, Slayer?”

“Yep. No problems from us. If Danny and Sam are good with you being…you know, you then we’re good,” Buffy nodded, “just as long as you don’t put Dawnie or Hope in a suit.”

“I don’t want them out there,” Bruce grumbled, “but if I didn’t help them, they’d all be dead by now.”

“We get it, honestly,” Buffy assured, “Dawn’s given us enough gray hair,” she grinned mischievously at Spike, “she’s even given Billy Idol here some.”

“Slayer, you know that pissant stole—”

Bruce laughed.

Everyone mingled and chatted for a few hours before the meal began; servant after servant carried food and drinks to the main table as everyone found seats on the benches.

Spike and Danny placed the babies into highchairs.

By the time everything and everyone was ready, the table was fairly groaning with the meal.

Danny gained everyone’s attention, standing and grinning, “Welcome to Thanksgiving Dinner at the Palace. Thank you all for coming, even our non-Americans for putting up with our silly traditions.”

The non-Americans laughed fondly, nodding; even Alfred cracked a smile.

“For those who’re probably wondering,” he continued, “our essential living staff celebrated at lunch and most will have the day off tomorrow. Everyone else had the day off today. Now, normally we’d go around and say what we’re thankful for but we’d be here forever if we did that tonight. So, while we eat let’s just think about what we’re thankful for and enjoy the food and the company. Oh, and just so you know, everything’s kosher and most of the ‘meat’ is actually Seitan. Real meat is on the green platters. But before we begin, let’s give a round of thanks to the kitchen staff for making the food!”

Everyone applauded.

“Now, tuck in!”

They all did so with gusto; the meal was magnificent and it was clear the Palace staff had put their all into it.

Most of the Seitan was shaped into meat product appearances, looking indistinguishable from the real turkeys and hams. And it tasted almost like the real things too.

The meal lasted well into the night and everyone went home stuffed and with leftovers.

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coffee-writesthings · 1 year ago

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I fucking love the tf2 comics because you get shenanigans such as:

Amelia Earhart died in a hot dog costume

The Mayor of tuefort doesn't actually know what a mayor can and can't do

The mayor of tuefort forced a man to pretend to be an italian stereotype for literally years

Saxton Hale blows up the moon

Spy might have helped a child murder the santa guy from that one smissmass comic, or it was spy disguised, it's not totally clear to be perfectly honest

merasmus takes 'kill me come back stronger' pills, which soldier also takes because he thinks its heart medication

merasmus is gender fluid, depending on how you read it

merasmus in indebted to like all the mafias

australians canonically all grow australia-shaped chest hair, and are the way they are because of a golden material called australium

spy has miniature cornish hens in his teeth, as well as the rest of the makings of one of those tiny, several-course, meals

soldier just loves fighting things naked, while covered in honey. canonically-speaking, he does this all the damn time

zhanna is racist against french people

demoman is married to his liver

demoman's eye socket is haunted

soldier has little raccoon children, lieutenant bites i think was one of their names

the pregnancy machine thing

also, the baboon uterus thing

heavy's sisters are into spy and sniper, which i can't say i disagree with. good lord.

BUT THERE'S ALSO THINGS LIKE THIS:

Scout and Sniper go out to get tacos after a bad interaction with an enemy spy

saxton is so deeply divorced with maggie

miss pauling is a lesbian, if a leak of the final issue's script on 4chan is to be believed

RED demo and BLU soldier become friends outside of work but the administrator finds out so they have to kill each other and ;-;

Heavy has a family and he risks his life to feed them and he loves them so much just GAH

these people have been fighting for generations over something that's literally worthless and i think if you think more about it there's an actually really applicable theme about that to real life

the mayor of tuefort forced this just random guy to pretend to be an italian stereotype for so long that he forgot how he used to speak. he forgot who he used to be almost entirely. do you understand. in another world there is a psychological horror about this guy's life exclusively

maggie works for her ex-husband's nemesis and it's honestly not explained why but she's also clearly ashamed or sad about it

spy being scout's dad and it's a whole thing and THOSE FOUR EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING PANELS

sniper's bio parents are cowards and fools and don't much like him and there's a whole realization that he wasn't actually australian and it puts together a lot of puzzle pieces for him,

and then later he meets his parents-- the ones he grew up with-- in heaven after dying and being brought back to life and he gets told that hes a professional and its this payoff from the meet the sniper video

"you're getting very good at saying horrible things to dying men, miss pauling"

spy is nearly murdered by classic!sniper and he looks genuinely scared

heavy and medic are in love. do you understand.

#i will so absolutely expand on any of these #ive gotten to special interest levels about this #listen man im so normal about this game #tf2 #tf2 comics

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melanieph321 · 1 year ago

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Ruben Dias x Reader - My Brother's Best Friend Part 1/4

I wrote this one at like 4 am 😅

Summary - Reader rencounters her brother's best friend and the two of them hit it off quite well.

Enjoy!

Five years at university. Non stop studying, no coming home for Christmas, Easter or any other holiday. Despite all of this no one in your family had the courtesy of picking you up from the airport. Instead they sent for somone else, a stranger, your brothers best friend, Ruben.

"Y/N, you grew!" He exclaimed, when he finally pulled up to the sidewalk where you stood. He hadn't recognized you the first time he past you with his car. You had to shout his name the second time.

"I did and one day I'm gonna grow old and die."

He chuckled.

You threw your bags into the backseat of his car, settling down in the passenger seat beside him.

He was practically like family, Ruben. He and your brother had been inseprable friends since they were kids, making you the annoying third wheel.

"Only two bags?" He frowned.

You shrugged. "I'm only staying for the weekend."

"For the game?"

You nodded.

It was the first time Ruben and your brother had been allowed to represent their country in a international game. Although it was only a friendly your mother begged you to take a break from school to come down and watch it. Everyone else in your family was coming, your aunties, uncles and cousins. All coming to support your brother. You were a bit bitter that none of them had come to visit you at school before, although it had been five years since you moved.

"You hungry?" Ruben asked, once you got on the highway.

"Does your family still own a restaurant?"

"They do."

"Then I'm very hungry. A broke student who usually lives off cooked ramen can never say no to free food."

Ruben chuckled. "I would have paid for your meal even if it wasn't from my family's restaurant."

"Well thanks." You blushed.

Pulling up to Ruben's family restaurant, they all greeted you with open arms and painful pinches of your cheeks.

"Look at you!" Ruben's mother gasped. "How skinny you've become. Pãi, make her something to eat, fast!" She took a second look at you. "With a lot of meat in it!"

"I'm actually a vegan."

"You are?"

"You are?" Ruben repeated.

"Is that okay?"

His mother's expression mellowed. "Of course sweetie. I'll inform Ruben's father, see what he can do. We don't have alot of vegan opinions on the menu though."

"I'm sure anything will be fine Mrs Dias, thank you."

"I didn't know you went vegan?" Ruben said, the two of you sliding into your dining booth, sitting on the opposite side of each other.

"Sometimes I think it's the reason my family doesn't invite me to family gatherings anymore."

"That's horrible."

"I'm sure it's not the case." You protested, seeing the expression that came across his face. But in reality you had no idea.

"A plant based diet is good. I do it all the time." Ruben said.

"Eat vegan food?"

"Yes. Especially before a game. It's hard to run an average of 12k a game with a giant steak digesting in your stomach."

"Huh?" You muttered.

"What?"

"Defenders run 12k a game, you sure about that?"

Ruben threw his napkin at you but missed.

"I'm just saying." You chuckled. "I don't remember you as very agile to run."

"Or jump, or sprint..." His sister came by to take your drink orders. "Don't you remember Y/N, Ruben was a very chubby kid when he first started playing football. He would either play defense or goalie, those were his only options." She laughed.

You held your tounge seeing the deadly stare Ruben was giving his sister.

"Can we order our drinks now?" He grunted.

"Yes, of course." She brought out a pen and paper. "A water for you brother and what will you be having Y/N?"

"A coke?"

"A coke it is. See brother, get yourself a girl that isn't afraid of a few calories."

Ruben rolled his eyes as she left you to it.

"So... you only date girls with diet only in their bio's?" You teased.

"It makes things easier." He shrugged.

"Easier how?"

"Well, she won't complain over my strict diet, will she? Or force me to eat carbs two days a week?"

"Ohhh, poor Ruben is scared of getting little chub back on his cheeks?"

Another napkin was thrown your way, forcing you to duck this time.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" You said, throwing back his crumbled up napkin.

"Don't you think you'd be doing guys a favor by mentioning that you're vegan in your social media bio?"

"Nah, I like to see the look on their faces when I surprise them. My ex boyfriend thought my reason for going vegan was because I hadn't tried meat before, which resulted in him taking me on food truck spree. His idea of a good date."

"It would've been a great idea." Ruben objected. "I know alot of great food trucks with amazing vegan options. In fact my friend drives one. I could take you there if you're ever up to it this weekend?"

"That would fulfill your dreams, wouldn't it Ruby?" His sister said, making her stop with your drinks.

Ruben's silence was evident that he didn't enjoy the sudden interruption of your conversation.

"Do you remember that time he and your brother forced you into that shopping cart and pushed you down the hill?"

"One of my fondest memories." You said. You ended up breaking your arm that day.

"Well you should have seen the look on his face when he ran to tell our parents what happened. They were furious, but Ruben was inconsolable, which made all of us feel bad for him."

"Inconsolable how?"

You didn't rembering beeing told Ruben's side of the story before. Your brother on the other hand, told you how he had been by your side until the ambulance came, terrified of what your parents would say once he told them that he's killed you.

"Hasn't Ruben told you?" His sister frowned.

"Carolina, please " He sighed.

"He cried all night, begging our parents to take him to the hospital to go see you."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"Yes. He even cried at the hospital seeing your little body all patched up in the hospital bed. I thought it was cute." She said, patting Ruben's shoulders.

He ran a anxious hand through his hair, probably praying that his sister would leave.

"He gave you his favorite teddy though." She shrugged. "That must count for something."

Somewhere a costumer waved for her attention. "Coming!" She groaned and left you two to it.

The relief on Ruben's face was hilarious. "I'm sorry about that." He sighed. "Carolina can be...well Carolina."

"It's okay. " You giggled. " I had no idea that Rosie the whale was from you. I thought my parents brought her to me from the hospital gift shop."

He shook his head. "No, Eddie the whale..." He corrected. "...was all mine. I hope you took good care of him."

"Eddie?" You frowned. "My Rosie is a she."

Ruben snorted. "I don't think so. My Eddie identifies as He/Him he told me so himself."

"Is that so?"

"Ask him yourself."

"I will. As soon as I fly back home."

Somthing came across Ruben's face.

"What?"

"You brought Eddie with you to university?"

You blushed, but was quick to collect yourself. "I did."

Ruben looked to his hands, hiding his smile.

The food arrived just in time to mend the longing pain in your belly. You enjoyed it so much that Rubens family promised to make the selection of vegan food a part of the menu from now on.

"I had fun today." Ruben parked his car alongside the driveway to your parents house.

"Me too Ruben. Goodluck during the game tomorrow."

"See you after?"

"The game?" You frowned.

"Most of the team are going clubbing after, depending on the finally score of course. Either way, your brother and I are celebrating making the national team, you down?"

"I don't know?" The thought of going clubbing with your brother was not a appealing one.

"Or we could do somthing just the two of us?"

"Oh." You stuttured, a reaction to Ruben's eyes staring back at you.

You can't remember the last time they'd stayed on you for as long as they had done tonight during dinner. You thought that to Ruben you were just his best friends annoying little sister, but after hearing the story of how he had worried about you the day you broke your arm, somthing changed within you. Your feelings for Ruben changed.

"Ruben I didn't..."

Cleary somthing had changed within him too, because as you sat with one hand gripping the passenger door, ready to jank it open and jump out, Ruben had leaned forward, catching you off guard by pressing his lips against yours.

"Ruben."

You spoke into the kiss, his breath warm against your face. He let himself enjoy it for a second, before his body stiffend and he pulled back, a terrified expression on his face.

"Don't tell your brother."

"But...I...you kissed me?"

"I know." Ruben was quick to try his lips with the back of his hand. His gaze facing the road ahead. "It was a mistake. Just don't tell your brother."

You got out of the car, confused to what just happened. You watched Ruben disappear down the street along with your stolen kiss.

"That was odd." You muttured. You had barely gotten a chance to react to his lips pressing against yours. Surely the feeling had been pleasant, but how could you know for sure when it all went down so fast?

Somthing else that came at you fast was the realization that your parents house stood empty. However a note was pinned to the inside of the door, saying: "Staying at your brothers tonight, calming his nerves ahead of tomorrow's game. Kisses, Pãi e Mamãe!"

Well who's gonna calm your nerves, you thought. Because they were all over the place for the moment.

#fanfiction #man city #football imagine #manchester city #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football angst

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oddlittlestories · 8 months ago

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Okay so I can’t find it but I saw a post about wishing at least one other character would acknowledge there’s a reason House doesn’t want to go to his dad’s funeral. And I wanted to say that I agree with this. And I think it’s the point. And that House as a show was also subverting expectations, so I wanted to talk a little about this.

So first off, I think it does really interesting things when you take a non-diegetic / non-in-universe approach to the show.

One, this was Supernatural era. You know, the show that sometimes categorized the dad (who would leave his child sons alone for weeks at a time, was sometimes implied to hit them, and openly shamed them especially Dean) as the only true hero. And also iirc a lot of shows and movies at that time centered around the theme of forgiving your abusive parent.

Two, in the previous season, we get an episode that canonically parallels the severe traumas of rape and physical child abuse.

Three, House never apologizes or forgives his dad. Yeah, he’s a misanthrope, so there’s a narrative excuse there, but he’s also allowed to do it. And he’s right about his dad not being his bio dad.

Four, for the above reasons, it is reasonable to view the narrative as being on House’s side. He goes because of extreme social pressures (which exist in the real world!) and, possibly, because his mom wants him there. But the narrative essentially says that his dad was a bad person and House shouldn’t have had to go. (With the possibly caveat of ‘[even shitty] funerals are sometimes a place to reconnect with living people you actually care about.’)

Part Two: Diegetic / In-Universe

House’s mom. This is really interesting, right? House’s mom is brought up over and over again. And the narrative thread is—she was abused, too. Should House connect with her? And if so, why and under what circumstances?

And what’s really interesting is, House doesn’t want to under the given circumstances. Because it means submitting to social mores he doesn’t agree with, including the circumspect of implying, “My dad was a good guy.”

But his mom doesn’t seem to see it quite the same way. “He’s not going to care [that we started late], Greg. He’s dead.” Essentially saying, this really isn’t about him. He’s dead.

So it’s this moral ambiguity again. Can and should House align with his also-abused mother? What would it cost him to do so? (And implied: childhood abuse can have lingering impacts forever, especially when people dismiss it because - the war is not over.)

To me, this episode is one of the examples where many characters take on roles as foils to expose a narrative theme. In this case: social pressure around “respecting your parents.” And I think it’s brilliantly done. I think when you have the overwhelming suffocating feeling of WHY ISN’T ANYONE LISTENING TO HIM

I think that’s EXACTLY the point

These motives are, to a degree, being placed on the characters. It’s extremely well-written, so it feels authentic, but to me it’s just as likely Chase would say “he shouldn’t have to go” and Cuddy with her mom would be more sympathetic. But the writers chose to unearth all the reasons each of them would put social pressures on House. And this happens to people in real life.

And of course, Wilson. It’s not inauthentic for Wilson. He’s doing two things at once. One, he’s playing out his own issues around social obligation. Two, he’s grabbing onto “I am socially obligated to be around House” like a lifeline.

Which leads us to the second theme of the episode, which is inherently true to the characters and deeply humanizing.

Complicated grief.

House’s grief is complicated because of social pressure. And he’s not sad his dad is dead—he’s sad that it changes nothing. Like he says to the kid with the facial deformity: “you can change your face, but you can’t change who your face made you.” House can change his circumstances. But he can’t change who they made him.

And Wilson’s grief is complicated because his girlfriend died suddenly, violently, unreasonably. And his best friend was deeply involved—in trying to save her and in her ultimate loss. He’s terrified of losing people and he almost lost them both. And because it’s Wilson, he represses, justifies, and misunderstands his own motives which makes everything harder. And it’s also deeply real. People compartmentalize. They misunderstand their own feelings.

So yeah! This episode is a twofer. One is meant to make you scream internally about the social pressures around funerals and abusive parents. The other is about complicated grief and mourning, and reconnecting despite and sometimes because of death.

The complexity gives me brain worms. I love this episode.

#this has been in my drafts for months #house md #season 5 #s5e4 #birthmarks #gregory house #james wilson

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airbendertendou · 2 years ago

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ok! ♥︎ suzuki ryo

synopsis ; amagi kohei is good at using people. ryo thinks you deserve more — and you think the same of him

cw : amagi himself , bullying , manipulation , inspired by the song ok by nct u but i finally watched the movie and this is the consequence

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sweat dripped down your forehead as you scrubbed a coffee ring from the table. the air in your workplace had been out for three days now — you were tired of asking when it would be fixed. the bell on the front door rang, echoing around the empty cafe.

breathlessly, you lift your head and attempt a polite smile. “welcome to—!”

“just sit wherever. it’s fine,” white hair greets you first. your hold on the rag tightens as your smile drops. random senomon students enter the store, snorting as they catch sight of your haggard appearance. kohei eyes you with a condenscending grin, “you’ll let us order whatever we want, hm, doll?”

through clenched teeth, you manage a “sure.” before walking to the counter to grab your notepad. as your back is turned to the crowd, you close your eyes and let out a sigh, heaving in a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

a figure is stood behind you as you turn around. ryo catches your elbow, his left arm wrapping around your waist as you jump, unsteady on your feet at his sudden appearance. “sorry,” he mutters. “didn’t mean to scare you.”

“is there something you need, suzuki?”

“ryo. told you last time to just call me ryo.” there’s part of a smile on his lips as he looks at you, only his fingertips touching you now. you nod, gaze settled on the floor as kohei laughs loudly — the sound makes you tense. ryo is in your line of sight once more, fighting for your attention. “i’ll help you carry everything out.”

biting your lip, you glance at the kind boy before you catch sight of kohei’s snarl. he’s glaring your way, eyes lingering on the way ryo looks ready to grab you if you trip again. “that’s okay. you don’t have to.”

ryo blinks. if there’s one thing being friends with amagi kohei taught him, it was how to get what he wanted. ryo tilts his head so that his eyes meet your lowered ones, “i wasn’t asking.”

left without a choice, you take the group’s various orders and head to the back to help your co-worker sort them out. the cafe you worked in was small — homey and comfortable — not one you’d normally see a larger crowd at.

kohei knew you liked him, though. your small crush on him became known somehow and he made it his mission to bug you about it. things were funny at first — backhanded compliments ; light teasing ; comments about the different worlds you came from. somehow things escalated. no matter what shift you took, or days you worked, the white haired boy would always show up.

with kohei came taunts of the money you made — money he gave you — and a curled lip as he spat put exactly what he thought of the crush you had on him. of course, those feelings left long ago, but kohei was adamant on making sure you knew your place. as you sat his requested drink on the table in front of him, amagi gripped your wrist harshly. “my drink’s too hot. blow on it for me.”

a giggle or two came from the group he’d brought with him, a grin perking up his face at the sound of them, embarrassing you further. slowly, you leaned forward to blow gently on his steaming drink — kohei held the back of your head down until he felt you deserved to move.

ryo watched as you fluttered around other people, eyes stamped to the ground as shame dripped over you. he sat beside kohei, loudly sighing and glaring at his friend. the white-haired boy glared back wordlessly as ryo stared. “you could be nicer.”

“i’ll leave a nice, hefty tip. that good enough?” amagi snapped back immediately. he leaned in closer, whispering so only suzuki could hear. “you’re my friend ; your father works for me. don’t forget that.”

without taking even a sip of his drink, kohei stood. he dismissed himself with a loud slam of the door, a trail of red uniforms following behind him. you bowed wordlessly, not raising your head until the shop grew silent.

you begin to gather plates and cups, mourning the waste the group left behind. ryo follows behind you silently, gathering his own share of mugs and plates. as you place them in the sink, you freeze, feeling him hover over your shoulder. “you can leave. i can do this myself.”

“that crush you had on amagi...” you stiffen at ryo’s words. his hands are on your shoulder, fingers floating down to your wrists until you’re turned, facing him now. ryo tilts his head, “it’s gone now?”

“long gone.” there’s no need for you to tell him that ; no point in letting him know the truth. but, it feels good ; telling someone the senomon leader no longer lingered in your mind. “for a while now. i respect myself more than that.”

suzuki grins at your words, his right hand raising to your hip as his left one twines itself with your fingers. “you do. deserve better, too.”

“and you think you don’t?” ryo’s smile drops. you sigh, shaking your head and looking away from him. “he’s not much of a friend, in my opinion.”

slowly, ryo steps closer to you until his breath is invading your own, mixing and mingling as his gae softens at the sight of you. “tell me what i deserve, then.”

you lick your lips, failing to step back as the counter digs into your spine. “that’s up for you to decide, suz— ryo.”

he lets out a winded, dreamy sigh at the sound of his first name escaping your lips. his right hand pinches the skin of your waist, causing you to jump — ryo grins at how startled you look. “and if i decide i deserve you?”

——♥︎—— so so many thoughts on him and the suzuran boys oof <3 they said oh h&l fans want more pretty boys? here you are! idk how much i like this ending but i cant think of anything else rn lmao h&l loves : @straysugzhpe , @star2fishmeg , @rouzuchan , @high-lowincorrect , @yuken-gf <<33

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