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homemadesterekpie · 2 months ago

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there’s something about the concept of Stiles joining Derek’s pack and over time becoming more wolf than human even if he remains technically a human, that i absolutely love… so here’s a little something about that.

losing his entire family transforms Derek into someone more primitive, more feral, parts of himself that had been buried under years of masking when living out alongside humans are now back with a vengeance.

his mother always believed in living a double life, living the best of both worlds and Derek always thought the same but then his entire family burned to death.

now he wants to live as a wolf. let the wolf to the forefront and take the lead. doesn’t mean he’s in wolf form all the time it just means he’s letting his instincts take control and he stops second guessing them.

Stiles joins his pack pretty early on because Scott has a death wish apparently and Stiles does not want to die thank you very much.

he starts spending all of his time with Derek and the betas, in the forest. his dad starts asking questions because Stiles is not even there for supper when he’s off duty anymore and he’s almost never in his bed in the morning either.

Stiles can’t sleep without Derek anymore. his room smells wrong. his own bed feels wrong to sleep on. the entire house smells wrong. his dad is never home anyway.

at school he keeps zoning out while looking outside the window, into the forest. non-packmates brush against him in the halls and he has to make a giant effort not to snarl at them.

Isaac, Erica and Boyd become his shadows. during lunch they leave the school grounds and run into the forest doing God knows what. the school starts talking, the sheriff gets informed. Scott gets told.

they both corner Stiles when he gets back from school along with Isaac, Erica and Boyd.

Stiles sighs through his nose when he sees Scott’s bike and the cruiser in the driveway. he looks to the three wolves and they look back. they haven’t needed to use words in a while.

they follow him inside the house that hasn’t felt like home to Stiles in some time now.

Scott is pissed the wolves came along, the sheriff doesn’t understand. he asks if they’re Stiles’s new friends and that maybe they aren’t a good influence on him, which provokes some low growls from the wolves. Isaac taking one of Stiles’s wrists in one hand and pulling slightly with a short whine.

Stiles soothes him with a touch and huff through his nose. won’t be long.

Stiles tells his dad that his grades are fine so whats the problem. his dad is a bit stunned. Scott is so red he looks like he’ll explode at any moment.

his dad says he’s just worried about him and Scott nods along. Stiles says he’s fine and that they don’t need to worry about him. they just need to let him be.

the sheriff kind of panics because it feels a lot like he’s losing control of his kid. like he’s actively losing him somehow. but he can’t pinpoint exactly why so he just deflates in defeat.

Stiles says again he doesn’t have to worry about him and with that he goes upstairs to his room to grab what he had come here for and then he’s out of the door, his wolves leading the way, leaving a livid Scott and a shook sheriff behind.

Scott comes out the door and shouts things at Stiles. Stiles doesn’t even look his way as he gets into his jeep and backs out the driveway.

when they get to the forest, Stiles hugs Derek tightly and lets him nuzzle his neck, his hair. Putting his scent back on him. he tells Derek what happened. Derek just looks at him, intently.

Stiles tells him he doesn’t want to leave anymore. he wants to stay here. with Derek. with the betas. that going into town doesn’t feel right anymore. and he gets upset as he tries to explain to Derek why he can’t be out there anymore.

Derek just pulls him into his arms and makes the low rumbling noise he makes whenever Stiles or one of his wolves are upset and need to be soothed.

Stiles clings to him. his alpha. staying away from him for too long is becoming painful. the betas can feel it too. the stronger their pack gets, the harder it is to be apart. being with the betas at school is just enough to keep them all sane.

the day Stiles turns 18, he moves out of the house and into the forest. the betas + Peter helps with the move. he moves out while his dad is at work and he gets home to his son’s room stripped of everything except furniture and a letter on the bare mattress.

Stiles’ words tells him not to worry about him and that he’s not far. that Stiles loves him but he needs to do this. that Stiles will keep an eye on him so not to do anything stupid.

the sheriff wonders around the house feeling numb until he notices the framed picture of him and Stiles when he was still a child, is missing from its frame on the wall. Stiles obviously took it with him. and thats what breaks him. he’s upset but that small gesture gives him hope. hope that his son is not completely lost to him.

the pack builds themselves a life out in the forest. they barely leave it now. only when Stiles wants to check on his dad or pack matters require them to leave it.

Scott follows Allison and her family out of state after Derek’s pack make a formal request. No hunters will be permitted to enter much less reside on Hale lands without explicit permission from the pack. Chris Argent tries to negotiate but the mated Alpha pair is adamant. either they leave their territory or they’ll be made to leave it.

Stiles sets up protective runes around his childhood home. the best ones he’s got. and he leaves an amulet on his dad’s bedside table and a note that says to put it on and never take it off. the sheriff does as he’s told without question.

by now he’s used to his son doing things from the shadows. he barely sees him but he also feels near at all times. like he’s always there, watching over him. like he said he would.

sometimes he finds baskets of stuff on his porch when he gets back from a long shift. some seasonal produce, fresh game, the occasional preserves and pickles. there’s no note usually but he knows who leaves them.

when he unpacks the baskets he leaves them back out on the porch to be picked up again.

sometimes he can hear howls from the forest. it took him a long time to finally understand what they meant, since after all, there’s no wolves in California.

Stiles is part of something old. so old it’s actually ancient. and sacred. something that has its own culture and rules. something he will never fully understand. but he understands enough and it settles something in him that had been unsettled ever since that day him and Scott cornered Stiles after school.

#i know this is very similar to other posts i’ve written lately but this was in my drafts #and i really liked the vibes so i decided to clean it up a but and post it #sterek #eternalsterek #my writing #personal

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emmyrosee · 2 months ago

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“Hey,” you whisper, interrupting the moving droning on the tv. “You wanna fight?”

It’s boring in the apartment, the rain having washed out any prior date ideas you two had thrown around. Life outside is completely silenced from the cold droplets of water. You’d been cuddling on the couch for the past three hours, one random movie starting and ending, only to be followed with another one that Eijiro can’t bring himself to care about.

But hey. You’re cute. And you’re looking at him with mischief in your eyes. Might as well indulge you.

“Emotionally or physically?”

Eijiro’s never been the kind to take your negative bait, though he adores your positive ones; he’s always been able to read you like a book, keeping tabs on when you’re feeling playful or when something is truly bothering you, when you’re hungry or truly annoyed, and despite reading the novel time and time again, it’s one he continues to see through every day.

And right now, based on the cheeky look you’re giving him, he knows you’re too playful for your own good.

You gently knock your head against his, as if trying to provoke him in the cutest way possible, “I dunno; are you always this clueless?”

Physical.

He smirks, bringing a mammoth hand to cup the back of your neck, squeezing the meat of it gently, “I don’t know; you’re the one who agreed to date me.”

“What a mistake,” you scoff.

And yes, Eijiro likes to try and make you work for his attention when you’re feeling playful, he likes the little whines and pawing you send his way, the way you smother his face in non-penetrating bites and rough squishes of his cheeks with obscene and absurd words about how cute he is.

But sometimes, his hands hooking under your arms is plenty, as he forces you down onto the couch. Occasionally, the playful, fake punches he delivers to your laughing tummy do just the trick.

“You’re! So! Mean! To me!” He grunts between each gentle, barely connective tap. “Why!”

“Because!” You giggle, batting away his hands. You grip your hands over his and use all your strength to force his hands back away from you. Eijiro knows he could just as easily overwhelm you with his strength, but you look so happy to fight him off that he can’t bring himself to.

You send one push his way, barely strong enough to move him, but he humors you anyway and takes a tumble backwards, thick back hitting the cushions with a soft noise. With no waste of time, you climb on top of him and gather his wrists in your hands, pinning them on either side of his head.

“Now what?” He asks.

You smirk and lean down to press a noisy kiss to his nose, “mwah!”

He smiles and puckers his lips out for one on his lips, but you merely press one to his cheek, “mwah!”

“Babe-“

Then you move to his brow bone, “mwah!”

“Kiss me!”

“I am-“ you press a kiss to his chin, “mwah!”

He laughs and tries to intercept your kisses, moving his head side to side to try and catch them, but you merely dodge him. Every sticky kiss you press to his face, you accompany with a dramatic “mwah!” he groans with a few chuckles at the anguish of not being able to kiss you.

“Mercy!” He calls. “I’ll die if you don’t give me a real kiss. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

This has you pondering, jutting out your lower lip in thought before sighing dramatically, “no, I wouldn’t. Guess I like you or something.” You lean down to kiss his lips, and letting go of his hands when he gently tugs at them; you mewl as they wrap around you, relaxing you to lay on his chest and cuddling close as you part. "I really do like you, Eiji."

"You wanna know what's crazy?" He asks, and when you nod, he gently grabs your chin to look at him, "I really love you."

You blow him a kiss which he pretends to chomp the air to eat, dramatically swallowing while you giggle up at him.

He noses as your head before letting his eyes close, resting up for your next bout of playfulness.

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dollfacefantasy · 1 year ago

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kenny. omg. hear me out. being rick’s stress relief during the alexandria arc of s5 😵‍💫 like omg yeah he’s clean shaven now but can’t go two days w/o fighting w someone from alexandria, got restrained by michonne n everything… figures he needs smth else to keep the group in alexandria’s good graces and settles on smth along the lines of free use w you!! can’t be too shitty of a day if you get fucked into the mattress by the end of it ♡

hnghhh em omg i love you so bad. ur genius for this. i put a little backstory because i'm physically incapable of not being longwinded lol <3

rick grimes x fem!reader

rick needs a little stress relief with all the new responsiblities at alexandria

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, age gap (early 20s/late 30s)

You always thought stress was supposed to decrease someone’s sex drive, but now that you were getting fucked dumb every single night, you were sure that wasn’t true.

Rick had to be the most wound up person you’d ever known, constantly up in arms about something. Ever since he and his group arrived at your once peaceful community, there’d been nothing but conflict. At best it was petty drama, at worst guns were drawn and brains were about to be splattered all over the pavement.

The worst it got was that day you saw him in the middle of the street hunched over the doctor like a rabid dog. You’d stayed back, keeping your distance from him as he waved his gun around and rambled on about control. Crimson blood dripped from his hairline all over his face. You couldn’t tell whether it belonged to him or the incapacitated man beneath him.

You’d never seen anyone like him. Living in Alexandria since the start of the outbreak meant you were pretty sheltered. The people here rarely raised their voices let alone tackled each other through windows. He looked like the physical manifestation of what everyone warned you life outside the walls was like.

It was scary, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

Needless to say, you were pretty eager to offer yourself up to take the position watching him while the others decided what to do going forward.

You entered the room while he was still asleep. He was as peaceful as you’d ever seen him. Taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, you looked at him almost as if he was encased in glass, a specimen for your examination. His skin still had the scarlet tint of blood. His brown curls lie stuck between his temple and the ratty old pillow on the bed.

It startles you a bit when his eyes flutter open and connect with yours. Awkwardness sludges through your veins, but he looks you over like it’s nothing. You know you’re one of the least threatening people he’s come across in the new world.

“You’re the one they got babysitting me, huh?” he rasps.

“I guess so,” you respond with more timidness than you would like.

His tongue slides out between his lips and licks the chapped skin while he continues to stare you down. It’s hard not to squirm in your seat, to shift your thighs against one another and make your desire known. Before you have a chance to think through your course of action though, he speaks again.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, his tone not looking to provoke a reaction but simultaneously wanting you to recognize your inferiority.

You shrug. He wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction. Not yet anyways.

“Are you scared of me?” he continues.

“No,” you answer.

“Good,” is all he says in response.

That was the last thing he said to you that day, but you could still hear the simple syllable in your mind. He might have been done talking to you. You weren’t through with him though. Under the guise of being assigned to watch him, you continued to linger around him as he went about his tasks in the community.

You tended to follow him around like a puppy. You were curious about him, watching him with inquisitive eyes, peeking over his shoulder as he cleaned his gun or tuned his transceiver. Your gazes were adoring too. It was obvious that you admired the way he could take control of a room with his words, how his people looked to him with reverence when he spoke.

He intoxicated you. In a world lacking things to do, observing Rick became a hobby for you.

He noticed of course, but he couldn’t say he minded. At least someone in this fucking place had an interest in survival and saw the value in listening to him. Plus, it didn’t hurt that you were pretty cute. He didn’t mind your company, didn’t mind teaching you things here and there. In his eyes, you were the least annoying out of all the new people here.

You both were on watch when you got a little promotion from least annoying. The two of you were sitting on the platform attached to the wall. It was night. Neither of you could sleep. Instead of telling you bits and pieces of the nightmares that kept sleep from him, he decided to teach you how to put a scope on a rifle. Nodding along to each thing he says, you watch his fingers and take note of every little thing he does. He gives you a few tries with it, but you’re still struggling to get the thing attached.

That’s when he looks at you, his expression unchanging, and pats his lap.

“C’mere.”

It’s out of your control really. You don’t even have a second to think about it before your legs have pushed you across the platform to the spot he beckoned you. With your back against his chest, his arms encase you and come around front to show you up close how to fasten the scope. When he’s done, he detaches it and makes you try.

His hands slide down your arms, lingering on the skin for longer than needed. They trail down to your sides then your hips. You bite your lip and try to focus on the task he wants you to perform rather than his touch. But then he leans forward to watch your hands work. His chin hovers above your shoulder. You can hear his breaths next to your ear. Once you’ve got it, you can essentially picture his subtle smirk in your mind.

“Good girl,” he croons teasingly.

You turn your head slightly, looking at him with your wide, innocent eyes. He chuckles and reaches up to stroke your cheek. Neither of you know what you’re really doing but one thing leads to another and you’re kissing. Then he’s got his hand up your shirt, groping your tits. It all comes to head and ends up with you straddling him, sinking down on his cock and burying your head in his shoulder.

Biting the fabric of his t-shirt to keep quiet, you begin to rise and fall. It felt so good as if it was what your body had been aching for. You felt the most alive you ever had in this shitty new world, and if the way he was gripping your hips and returning your thrusts were any indication, Rick felt the same way.

You both grunt and moan quietly as your bodies rut together with a primal desire for satisfaction. His lips glide over your collarbone and up your neck to the spot behind your ear. You let out a sharp whine which causes him to grin.

“Need you to be quiet, sweetheart,” he chides, “Don’t want to wake any of the others, do you?”

You’re quick to shake your head and cover your mouth with your palm, but you don’t stop bouncing. You needed him deep, rearranging your insides to a perfect mold for him.

“Then again,” he breathes, “They could stand to learn a thing or two from you. So obedient, eager to please…”

His words trail off as he helps you ride him. You’re so tight and warm, and for the first time since he set foot through those walls, his mind feels clear. He doesn’t hear the constant jabbering for his attention. His head doesn’t throb with the sensation of being pulled in five different directions. It’s like each thrust into your heat clears away a worry. By the time he cums, he feels drained of all his stress.

He needed more of that feeling. He couldn’t get enough of it. It was the start of a routine for the two of you. Everyday at least once, you were getting fucked till you were a drooling, dazed mess. And sometimes it was more than once. Sometimes he had you on your knees in the armory in the afternoon or pulled you into a storage closet on a morning supply run.

He had fifteen years on you, but most of the time he was the one leaving you exhausted.

And today had been a particularly bad day for Rick. Everything that could go wrong did. Alexandria was running low on a collection of different things, walkers were gathering at the East wall, one of the gate’s locks was rusting, a sprinkler broke, and on top of everything, he had to deal with everyone’s constant bitching.

The only thing that kept him from losing his shit was the thought of you laid in his bed at night waiting for him, batting your long eyelashes over those pretty doe eyes as you sat there in nothing but his t-shirt and a pair of panties. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough.

He grits his teeth and dashes all across the community to try and get everything solved by sundown. The workload keeps him busy which fortunately makes the time go by faster. He also tries his best to keep his cool with people. There was no use starting petty conflicts when he had something much nicer to screw with now.

As soon as everyone’s headed off to bed and all the perimeters have been checked, he can’t get home fast enough. He’s quiet coming in. He didn’t wanna wake anyone. If someone got in his way now, he’d flip his lid worse than any of them had ever seen.

He’s up the stairs in seconds, taking them two at a time. Whisking the bedroom door open, a deep sigh seeps from his lungs as he sees his daydreams become realities of the night. Your pretty legs are on display for him as you lounge in the bed reading a book. He crosses the room and grabs you by the ankle to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. You already know what time it is and feel a dull tingle in the pit of your belly.

“Stressful day?” you ask as you finish the page you were on.

“Is the sky still blue?” he grumbles as he presses a kiss to your calf then another further up against your knee.

You smile at the quip, placing the book on the nightstand just in time as he flips you over onto your stomach. He climbs on top of you, squeezing your waist and nuzzling his face against your neck.

“Those people don’t even know how much they should be thanking you, baby,” he mumbles, “They don’t even know how many times a day you save their asses.”

You squirm a little beneath him as his fingers hook around your panties and tug them down. The sound of his zipper follows and it’s no time before you feel the weight of his dick against you.

“Needed you so bad all day,” he says.

“I needed you too,” you whimper as you feel slick gathering between your thighs.

He nips at your earlobe and rubs his hands up under his shirt you have on to tease the sides of your breasts.

“S’cute, honey,” he whispers, “Thinking about me while you did your little chores, hm?”

“Yeah,” you whine as he starts to line himself up and slot himself in the correct position.

It was such a familiar feeling, but each time it still made a chill run through you. Your insides ached with the pleasure that came from being filled up by him.

“Perfect girl. That’s just the way it should be,” he mutters.

He wastes no time before he starts thrusting. It only takes a couple before he starts groaning too. On nights like these, he was in no mood to take his time or savor the moment.

“So tight for me, Christ,” he chokes out, “There’s nothing like you.”

You moan softly too, putting your head down to muffle your sounds with the blanket. His hand rests around your neck for leverage as he fucks into you faster.

“That’s right, pretty baby. You’re so good for me. Givin’ me what I need. You’re the only one who can,” he grunts.

He snaps his hips harder, trying to find the limit of how hard he could go without being too loud or smacking the headboard into the wall. You claw at the ratty blankets on the bed as your toes curl. Your head turns to the side a little to peek up at him, and his eyes roll back.

“Everyone’s always fucking looking to me for something. No one can look at me like you can though. Those gorgeous eyes, all glossy for me. Not a thought behind ‘em right now,” he pants.

You nod weakly while digging your teeth into your lip again. It was getting harder to suppress the noises with the blanket alone.

“Rick…” you whimper, “Oh fuck, Rick.”

You gasp as he starts hitting the perfect spot. His stiff cock slips effortlessly in and out of you over and over and brushes that nook each time.

“Mhm. You’re the only one I wanna hear calling my name. Everyone here’s always whining for me, bitching for something. Not my girl though. The only time I hear you whining is when I’m balls deep, fucking you like you deserve,” he whispers.

You nod against the mattress. Your body rocks with the momentum of each thrust. Every stroke was working you closer to the edge, and Rick could feel his own impending as well.

Both his hands slide down to your hips to grip them hard. He keeps grinding and rolling his hips into you.

“Give it to me, princess. Lemme feel it. Gotta get my fix,” he says just as you start to tense up and jerk around below him.

You cum with a high moan into the plush fabric beneath you. Your body trembles and twitches as it handles the rush of euphoria. He keeps fucking you through it. His own noises start getting needier, closer to whimpers than groans. He grunts for a second as he finally feels release. He pulls out quickly and lets it spurt all over your ass. He’d so much rather do it inside, but he really didn’t need something else to worry about nine months from now.

With his release, the both of you are able to settle down for the night. He rolls off of you and quickly gets you cleaned up, so he can crawl into bed and hold you against his chest. The second most soothing thing to your pussy was the warmth of your body against him.

“So good for me, sweetheart. Always make things so good for me,” he sighs and lazily kisses your head, ready to drift off with the comfort of knowing this little scene would repeat itself tomorrow.

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes smut #twd smut #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n #twd imagine #ch: rick grimes 💌

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justaboredperson666 · 24 days ago

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I'm still not over the new Mizi comic so I'm ranting again.

The main part that I wanna focus on is the MiziSua slap

Tbh, I always thought that they both hid their true self from each other (Well, I guess I'm only referring to Sua because I genuinely thought that Mizi was as carefree and jolly as shown and only thought that it was Sua hiding her true self eg her "bad" traits, like how she can be with others, since it's shown she acts drastically different with Mizi) so I was surprised that we can see that they are actually showing their "bad" selves or traits to eachother, with Sua being self-deprecating and depressing (which for me, I thought she wouldn't show this side of her to Mizi) and Mizi slapping Sua because of Sua invalidating Mizi in a way which triggered the slap.

There is also a scene where I was surprised, it was when Sua responded with "I'm not sure if I can say the same" when Mizi said that she's just happy because Sua is now with her.

Like, I thought that after being objectified and pushed around by Nigeh, she'd be relieved and reciprocate Mizi's happiness in finally being able to see each other again, but she responded with that? Why is that really? Why does she say she doesn't feel the same as Mizi; being happy because they're with each other? Am I looking too much into this moment? It just felt really out of character for Sua (who loves Mizi in the whole wide world, and Mizi reciprocating those feelings)

Anyways, there is like an interpretation that Sua purposely provoked Mizi, and I agree with that because I'm pretty sure Sua would know how hurtful those words are, especially after Mizi just told Sua her shitty experience with that creep and yet still said those? I'm really curious as to what she was thinking. Because, like, canonically, Sua is much more beautiful than Mizi (based on the stats which might be from a biased view from the aliens cuz beauty isn't objective) so if there's a woman who could understand Mizi the most, it should be Sua. Sua literally has been objectified and dehumanized all her life by Nigeh, and it won't be a surprise if she faced some sexism and mysogyny too, and yet she spouts those words to Mizi? That it "must be nice, right?" Even after Mizi told her about the encounter? Even after seeing the bruise on her face?

When I keep thinking about it, it just really seems so tone deaf and out of place for Sua of all people to say that, she knows what it's like to just be reduced to her appearance, she must know how invalidating and hurtful the words she uttered to the one she loves the most must be. So just why? Personally, I think it might be either of the two things, it's either sua was just not really in her right mind at that moment, with the upcoming Alien Stage tournament and the pressure of knowing that one of them is dying, and her owner pushing her around, she might've been not considering Mizi's feelings atm even if she knows the weight of her words, Orr it's really just Sua trying to let mizi drop the mask around her which I'll explain more.

We can see Sua smiling after getting slapped, I saw a post interpreting that as sua happy because Mizi is dropping the mask around her, that she got the results she wanted. Sua then replies with a simple "it's fine" after Mizi starts crying and apologizing, Sua doesn't lash out, or is even surprised/upset, this could also be interpreted as Sua being so dependent and enamored with Mizi that she literally doesn't care if Mizi hurts her, though I want to believe that it's the latter; Sua intentionally parroting the boys' words to Mizi in hopes that it triggers her and drop her facade. Maybe Sua didn't intend on Mizi actually hitting her as a result, reflected in her expression when Mizi hit her, but she's still smiling, and isn't upset one bit because at least Mizi is dropping the mask, the mask that is basically sewn to her face, even after being assaulted, she still smiles, even after the love of her life, who she finds comfort in the most minimizes her pain causing her to slap her, she still smiles, the mask is so engraved in her that even after hurting the one she loves, she still shows her smiling self even while tears start to well. Only after realizing what she's done, she starts immediately regretting her actions and starts crying in front of Sua, she's dropping the mask in front of Sua, a mask she's never let anyone see past, she's baring it all to Sua at this moment. Which from what I said earlier, might actually be what Sua intended. Finally, Mizi who is acting fine after being literally degraded and assaulted is letting it all out. Even if Sua gets hurt in the process.

Tbh, to me, this really just shows you how much Sua cares and loves Mizi, even when Sua is tired and sick of her situation with Nigeh, she puts Mizi first, with her trying to let her actually express her feelings instead of bottling it. -Assuming that my interpretation is even close to true.

Even if Sua copes through Mizi's innocence and brightness, I don't think she wants it at the expense of Mizi always hiding behind a facade, always smiling and bottling it up even after terrible things happen to her. Even when she feeds off of her innocence, Sua's love isn't something that shallow, she still loves Mizi even after knowing that Mizi isn't all sunshine and rainbows.

So both of them DO know the other parts of the other which I thought they were hiding from one another, idk it kinda makes me feel better because even though the other has a side that is way different from their idolized self; we can see this with Mizi always calling Sua perfect and literally calling her her God and Universe, and Sua having Mizis 'innocence' as a coping mechanism and literally only has Mizi as her only reason to live. Presumably. That they still stick to each other and love each other the same, because even if their relationship is immensely toxic and codependent, that doesn't mean that the love isn't real or genuine even if they both may harbor some form of resentment for the other, this just makes their relationship SO much more complex, and nuanced.

This comic really fleshes out Mizi and Sua's relationship, and shows the people who think it is healthy or nontoxic that the relationship really isn't, none of it is. Mizi even said that they previously had an argument and now I'm really curious what it might've been about.🤌

Edit: I added more of my thoughts bc I still keep thinking about it. (Primarily just the part of why sua said what she said even when she knows what it's like to be objectified and more stuff about mizi) this is just my interpretation of the scene so ofc I may not be right. And also i have a hard time articulating my thoughts and putting them into words so this analysis might be all over the place and just missing the point completely.

#sua alnst #mizi alnst #god they make me sick #im always reminding myself that they presumably in their 20's in this comic #bc it doesn't seem that way idk why ig cuz they just look younger.#alien stage #alnst #alienstage #mizisua #suamizi #alsnt sua #alnst mizi #mizi alien stage #alien stage mizi #sua alien stage #alien stage sua #mizi #sua #alnst sua

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dorabellingham · 7 months ago

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Is your mother here?

warning: sexual intentions

characters: jude x fem!reader

summary: when you guys are having a hot moment and his mom shows up for a surprise

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The house was silent, except for the muffled laughter of you both on the living room couch. You were still wearing your oversized blazer, and he, who at first seemed interested in discussing "fashion", was now completely focused on something else: you.

—Did you know that this blazer looks even better on the floor?

Jude teased, starting to unbutton the buttons with a mischievous smile.

—Oh, really? —You arched an eyebrow, holding his hand. —What if I don't want to take it off, babe?

—Then I guess I'll have to convince you, sweetheart.

He leaned in, kissing you slowly, his hands roaming around your waist as he pulled you closer.

You laughed between the kisses, letting yourself be carried away by his intensity. But soon you felt Jude's fingers slip to the hem of your blazer and his gaze gained a glint of determination.

—Jude, calm down…

You tried, but he silenced you with another kiss, already determined to "heat up" the moment.

In a matter of seconds, the blazer was off, followed by your messy hair that he loved to mess up. You didn't protest anymore, wrapped in the heat and intensity that only Jude knew how to provoke. His hands explored every detail of you, while you tried to maintain control — a losing battle since the moment he pulled you onto his lap.

—You know, I think we should do this more often down here.

Jude murmured against your skin, leaving kisses on your neck.

You were about to answer when you heard the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock.

The front door opened, and Denise's voice echoed through the house.

—Jude? Y/n? I'm back!

Your blood ran cold.

—Jude!

You whispered desperately, pushing his chest.

—What?

He replied, confused, still lost in the moment.

—Your mother is here!

His face instantly paled, and he practically threw the blazer back onto your lap, as he tried to adjust his own clothes.

Denise appeared at the entrance of the room with a small suitcase and a warm smile.

—Hi, dears! I arrived early, I thought it would be a nice surprise.

You, who were still desperately trying to do up the buttons of your blazer, smiled nervously.

—Hi, Denise! It’s good to see you!

Jude, on the other hand, looked like a statue. He cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair.

—Mum, you didn’t tell me you were coming back today.

—Yeah, I wanted to surprise you! —Denise replied, as she watched both curiously. —Everything okay here? Are you… okay?

You quickly replied:

—Yes, yes! Just… relaxing.

Your mother-in-law raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

—Okay. I'll leave my bag in the room. Excuse me.

Just as Denise disappeared down the hall, Jude stared at you in disbelief.

—Relaxing? That's the best you could think of?

—I was nervous!

You whispered, running your hand over your face. You threw a pillow at him, who dodged it and started laughing.

—What are you laughing at, Jude? Your mom almost caught us!

He pulled you closer, trying to calm you down.

—Relax, honey. My mom won't notice anything.

—She won't notice? My hair's all messed up and I'm still trying to button this blazer!

Jude shrugged, with a mischievous smile.

—Well, you look beautiful like this.

You rolled your eyes, but ended up laughing, unable to help it.

—You're impossible, Bellingham.

—And you love me anyway.

He replied, stealing a kiss before going up to "help" his mother with the suitcase.

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mangio-formaggio · 17 days ago

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spuffy in s4 are actually so special to me. the petty jealousy in The Harsh Light Of The Day, borderlinling with weird familiarity of knowing about each other's previous lovers, the raw playful necessity to poke fingers in open wounds. and then reluctant compromising in Pangs, bruised egos have been shoved aside, cause okay it's the truce and we done it like one and half time before. what the worst can happen? and then it's the beginning of Something Blue and they've been in a close proximity and at each other's throats longer than ever before. but the spell hits and oh, we gonna keep arguing actually. we gonna keep bringing up our exes and making fun at each other's names. no pink glasses here, actually. but also what if we suck faces a little and that will successfully end any conflict we face during that night? what if all that cravings of a good fight is in our tongues now? wouldn't that be a good alternative to punches and kickings? what if nothing changes except hate is love and violence is sex? wait, the spell is over? yeah it wasn't nice at all. not like we both ever thought it could possibly be nice. oh, a cookie.

and then they're trying so hard not show that things changed for the rest of the season, just to fail miserably. he's always in the corner of the room with the rest of the group, rarely talks to her personally as if cautious, but is marginally pulling her hair with words as much as he can. my nemesis wants to stake himself? idk go ahead, babe. not so much keen to do the job myself, I guess. so my nemesis won't come to see me move into a new cool crypt? rude. Giles needs help in New Man , Spike will help, but never crosses paths with Buffy who's actively seeking Giles at the same time. Anya brings Spike to a party, Buffy is trapped in an endless sex dream upstairs. oh well, he wants to help her? oh wait, he doesn't care. really, he doesn't. he's just being a little shit, look at him not caring like a pro, laughing off a nobility nobody believes in a first place. he meets Buffy at the club and she acts horny and provocative. weird I guess, but actually that what she always does, isn't she just a sodding tease? someday, we gonna have a confrontation. the Jonathan's spell covered the town, but those two worsties will be totally normal about each other. his hands in her hair, on her cheek, her chest. she will allow it. maybe lean to it a little. something is deeply wrong with the world tonight, so glad to let you know that we still gonna have a confrontation one day. a comfronting thought. a sensual grounding touch of an enemy. he can't fucking wait. will make an alliance with a psychotic Frankenstein monster build by a military organization that castrated him. the world (that he actually quite likes) can burn, but he will get the chip out of his head and kick Buffy's ass. maybe she will ride him till she breaks him at first. it's negotiable. meanwhile Buffy looks at his traitorous face and once again chooses not to stake him. cause whatever. it's just Spike. his plans never works. not on her. not like he caused a lot of damage, more like provoked a friend group therapy session. not like he put his heart into this scheme. he can annoy her a little longer. she got used to it anyways.

they start season with The Harsh Light Of The Day and by the end of it, in a harsh light of the day, in front of other people, they're kids at the playground. but whenever they're in shadows, more or less alone, they're two tigers circling around each other, knowing now that they both too unpredictable for the fight not take some truly wild turns.

#also crazy parallels to s6 when at the beginning they had a great dynamic and blooming friendship #but then something romantic happens to them under some magic influence and they decided to never process feelings in a healthy way that yea #btvs #buffy x spike #spuffy #buffy the vampire slayer

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