#despite his wife ruining her life is crazy

[nezuscribe]

(previous part)

it's been a week since you've spoken to arranged!gojo, and he feels like he's about to start going crazy.

you don't speak during your meals, not even when he addresses you in a question. sometimes you spare him a glance, but he'd still rather see your icy glare than see nothing at all.

and he knows he fucked up. he knows that you seeing him alone with anya was perhaps the worst possible place you could’ve caught him, but he's been almost begging you to listen to him, to hear his side. but every time he goes to explain you leave abruptly, leaving him alone, feeling the looks of pity from those around the two of you.

and you know you're being petty. after all, the two of you are only bound by words, nothing else. if anything, the two of you were just becoming friends, so this shouldn't hurt you as much as it does.

but you hear the whispers of the ladies, hear of their secret proposals of how gojo would surely bed them if they just asked. how miserable he must be trapped with you, how this marriage is ruining his life. and you know anya, know about her history with him. before you were his wife you were the higher echelon wallflower, listening to all the gossip, observing from afar.

you've gathered some ideas in your head as to why he might want to speak with you. perhaps he wants to gently break the news that he's found a mistress, one that he actually loves. or that maybe he's already had one and now you know why he's been so secretive.

so the more he tries to talk to you, the more you pull away. you don't know why he cares so much, why this even matters to him. if anything, you feel like he should be content with your silence.

but he's not, and gojo grows more restless by the hour.

he decides he can't live like this anymore. tonight he's going to make you listen to him, even if you want nothing to do with him.

you're holed up in your room, talking with alina as she dabs lavender oil on your neck before you go to sleep. you know she knows about your silence with gojo, but ever friend, she does nothing to bring it up.

well, she wouldn't have to if he didn't come knocking feverishly at your door.

you watch in your mirror as she peeks her head out, her gasp of surprise causing a sinking pit to form in your stomach. you can hear how she scrambles with the titles of my lord, how she explains that you're nearly about to go to sleep.

it's late, the only light is the flickering of the candles on your nightstand. he should be asleep by now.

gods, you wonder for the millionth time this week, why does he care so much?

alina finishes up, closing the door slightly as she turns to you, her eyes finding yours in the mirror.

"i'm sorry my lady," she bows her head almost apologetically, "but my lord wants to talk to you. he's requested me to leave...if you'll excuse me," she bows, quickly leaving, not giving you any time to actually excuse her. you know she can't stay any longer, but you do wish she put up more of a fight. you watch her skirt bustle away, the door being left slightly ajar.

you try to act nonchalant, continuing to dab the oil onto your wrists as you look down, even when you hear the door click shut, even when you can feel his presence several feet behind you.

you sigh through your nose, heat rising to your cheeks.

"what?" you bite out, your own voice shocking you. you want to get this over with, not too desperate to hear about how he's ready to take on a mistress and shun you away.

you can hear him take in a deep breath, your eyes briefly looking up in the mirror to catch his, the same ones that make your knees weak, and avert your gaze.

"you haven't spoken to me in over a week," he says after a beat of silence.

you shrug indifferently, despite the fact that he could probably ask you the specific amount of hours it's been since the two of you had talked and you'd give an accurate number.

"i've been busy," you murmur, taking your earrings off as you place them gently in the little glass bowl to the side.

he doesn't say anything about your blatant lie, just nods slowly, as if he understands.

"i missed hearing you talk," gojo tells you quietly, almost as if his voice had been stuck in his throat, and you wonder if any man before him had ever tried to sweet talk his wife before he told her about his new mistress.

you don't say anything, still refusing to look at him as you stand up from your seat, turning off one of the candles near you as you smooth out some of the wrinkles of your nightgown.

"is this what you really want to tell me gojo?" you say bluntly, looking to the side momentarily, getting a longer look at his bulky figure, how he tries to make himself seem smaller, "that you miss my stupid jokes and dull stories?"

"they're not stupid," he quickly cuts in, his voice a little stronger, brows furrowed, "and i like your stories."

you roll your eyes, moving around the bed, to the side where he's not, and fluff your pillows. you've never found this useful, but it gives you something to do with your hands other than fidgeting with them.

truth be told, you're reflecting. you're scared of what it is he has to say, and so you try to appear stronger, and less caring, despite the fact that it's tearing you apart.

you try not to feel self-conscious of the fact that this is his first time ever seeing your room, or the fact that it's so bland. you didn't come to this estate with many things, and so you've tried to spruce up the space as much as you can, but aside from the few flowers and paintings on the wall, you fear it looks bland compared to everything else he's seen.

"and no," gojo adds, running a hand through his already tousled white hair as his arms crossed over his chest, and you finally allow yourself to stare at him, "that's not all i wanted to say."

he paused for a second.

"i don't know why i followed her out, or why i even stayed to hear her speak, but she kept saying these things about..." he trails off, gnawing on his lips as your eyes narrow slightly.

"me?" you finish for him, and his eyes dart to yours.

gojo nods a little bit, arms bulging a little bit as if remembering what she had said.

"i'm used to people staring at me, i lived with it my entire life. but with you, people..." he struggles to find words, "people stare longer. and i don't know why."

you raise a brow.

"do you want me to explain?" you say and he looks at you briefly, almost in a brazen way.

he shakes his head as if he had steered off track.

"that's beside the point. what i wanted to tell you is that she...she was saying some nonsense and i was about to leave until she offered for me to stay at the hostelry she was at." his blue eyes are wavering, his finger itching to get closer to you. this stupid bed is in the middle of you two and he wishes it were gone.

your breathing hitches a little bit, and you hope he doesn't see the sad tilt on your lips.

"so i banished her. or, well, i guess you saw her and then i banished her, but i would've done it regardless," he explains hurriedly, "look, i'm sorry...really sorry. if you want me to-"

"you banished her?" you cut him off, voice raised slightly in confusion.

his mouth gapes open for a second, and then blinks slowly, nodding.

"of...course," he tilts his head, his gorgeous head, slightly "you know that i am married, right? to you? she was offering to-"

"i thought you were going to tell me that you slept with her. o-or i don't know! that you were going to make her your mistress or something!" you spew out, your voice raised as you pace around the floor, moving a little bit closer to him as his eyes widen.

"why would you ever think that?" gojo says in a panicked tone, nothing like the man who commanded the northern army, but more like somebody who was watching his world burn in front of him.

"why?" you exclaim, shocked, "why? are you daft? every single woman wants to sleep with you! every single time we host those dinners, o-or we go to those parties, they look at you and they look at me and they pity you. i hear the whispers of the ladies, how they wouldn't mind being the other woman."

gojo hears the way your voice wavers, how your lips tremble, and the way you try not to let your bottom lip quiver. he sees the way you try to stay strong, to keep your image unbridled, but right now he feels like he's watching you break and he doesn't know what to do.

"so? what makes you think i'd do anything with them?" gojo argues, his voice raised a little bit, not in shouting, but in genuine disbelief.

you take a moment to step back and observe his behavior, and a nagging voice in your head tells you that he's telling you the truth. that he's concerned and worried, that maybe all he came to tell you tonight was an apology.

but that can't be correct.

so you sigh, your arms crossed over your chest protectively.

"i...i don't know," you murmur, "you sleep in another wing, you're always away. i thought...maybe..." you can't meet his eyes, fidgeting with the ring on your finger.

gojo takes a step forward, lips parted, cheeks rosy and flushed.

the two of you don't say anything for a minute, his chest heaving up and down. you feel like there's a weight both removed and added onto your shoulder.

"why didn't you say anything?" he whispers, "did you think...did you think i was...?" he can't finish the sentence, the words themselves too gruesome.

he doesn't say anything as he takes another tentative step closer.

you watch him, your eyes mirroring one another.

"i made a vow to you," his voice is heavy, traveling across the spanning stone walls, going deep into your bones, "and even if you prefer me to be your friend, i'll keep to that vow till the day i die."

your eyes gloss over, lips trembling.

you don't say anything, taking a couple steps forward as you smash against his chest, face crumpling against the stone wall of his torso as you hug him tightly, hoping that he can't feel the tears that seep through his nightshirt.

never in your life has somebody made a promise to you. and never in your life has somebody kept to that promise.

"thank you," you murmur, your voice muffled as his arms wrap around your body, steady and strong.

"and anyways, i'd prefer to be married to you than those miserable women any day," he mumbles into your hair and you laugh wetly, squeezing your arms tighter.

"really?" you say, tears blurring your vision.

"really," he hums, not able to say anything because he fears what you'd say if he told you that he'd rather be your husband and your friend. but he'd keep that inside, respecting your wishes.

if only he knew you wished the same.

[christmasjade]

My thoughts on Married in Red+ My general thoughts on Studio Investigrave !

So I really like this game

It was fun to be able to play it on my own with no help from Youtubers and stuff ^^

The game has 1 ending, though you can have 2 different kinds of game overs lol (I'll get to that later)

The mc (Bok-su) and her relationship with the bride (Da-Jeong) is sad , but not shocking lol. You can kind of tell from the promotional art (and the theme of atonement said in the itch.io description) that Da-Jeong and Bok-Su are not on good terms.

I like that Bok-su was able to get her revenge on Da-Jeong. Obviously her way of doing it is horrible, and the groom (Myeong-hoon) being a main part of her revenge is sad, because he had nothing to do with this.

However, I dont feel that bad for Da-Jeong at all. Yeah, two wrongs dont make a right, and people panic, but she essentially ruined Bok-Su's life and reputation to save her own ass, so I really can't bring myself to feel too bad for her.

Sure you can argue that the situations are different, with Bok-Su purposefully killing Myeong-Hoon meanwhile what Da-Jeong did was a mistake, but I personally am a firm believer of getting your lick back, so 🤗..

I also like how the deaths and reactions are the exact same lmao.

The patient Da-Jeong killed was a man, and his mother said something along the lines of like.. "You killed my son" (I dont exactly remember, depsite me literally just playing LMAOO) and Myeong-Hoons mom literally says the same thing/something adjacting to that too Da-Jeong.

Da-Jeong runs off and during her break down says "I didn't do it-", which is what Bok-Su says when shes retelling the story of what Da-Jeong did to her.

Bok-Su had to goal of getting her payback to make Da-Jeong atone and she accomplished it. And the crazy thing is, despite everything that happened, Da-Jeong never said sorry.

She never said sorry. Not when Bok-Su showed up to the wedding, not when the two of them where alone in the garden, and damn sure not when Da-Jeong had "enough" of Bok-Su being there.

She never said sorry, not even when she pointed the blame onto Bok-Su. In fact, Bok-Su repeats a line that Da-Jeong said to her when (I'm assuming so anyway) the incident happened. Da-Jeong told her that she didnt have anything to worry/be mad about.

The ending of the game, obviously, isnt really a happy ending. Bok-Su gets her revenge and makes Da-Jeong go through what she did but 10× worst. So sure its happy for her,but its still horrific lol

Which is why I love endings for the games that Studio Investigrave makes. With the exception of Cold Front, all of the endings across all the games arent truly happy ever after kind of endings.

With Dead Plate, Rody either has to kill Vincent after finding out his ex was killed and turned into food by him AND after he tried to do the same to Rody.

Yeah Rody makes it out alive, but theres still a horrible and traumatic incident that happened. He knows why Vince did it, and was able to get rid of him, but it doesn't erase the fact that Manon is still dead. (Or with the other ending he leaves the restaurant and never find Manon, because shes in the fridge "missing".)

With Elevator Hitch, the cycle repeats for Protag. When he finally gets the chance to leave the Elevator and the building, hes stopped by some..guy ?? (Who looks like an alternate lmao) and is convinced that he needs the job. The exit doors then open up into the elevator again. He never leaves that building, and is probably stuck in a time loop.

With Eloquent Countenance, Angelica either gets the ritual redone on her by the cult, or is stuck in the cult with the knowledge that shes not the only one in her body. But that she shares it with an angel pretending to be the dead wife of the cults pastor.

Yeah, she lives, but she has to wait until Forcas can fully save her from her possession by said angel. The ending, like Dead Plate and Married in Red, is horrific.

And then with the other ending of Cold Front , if you push Winnie off the stairs, he dies in the crash and Auggie takes his place. It's a happy ending for Auggie, sure, but he never gets the closure or the realization that Winnie was never the wicked and mean person he made him out to be in his head. Its disturbing how content he is with it, with the fact that his former best friend is dead and how he replaces him.

But yeah, erm... the game was fun, 10/10 ^^

[deanwritings]

The Guest House - Chapter 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,066

A/N: Shoutout to my hubby for helping my break through my writer's block on this chapter 🥰

“Who was that?” Benny asks despite likely knowing the answer. When you’re born and raised somewhere, it’s pretty easy to spot someone out of place. And for Dean to approach an apparent stranger pointed to one person.

“That’s the woman staying in my guest house for the next month.” Dean confirms as he retakes his seat, starting to pick up a fry but throwing back onto his plate as he thinks about your smug smile as you ate your fries in his face. 

Benny looks over Dean to where you’re seated at the counter, now enjoying a sandwich as your legs swing underneath you, too short for the stool you’re sitting on. Benny had watched the whole interaction, and when you had turned to Dean a few times, Benny got a good look at your profile.

“She’s cute” Benny notes as he takes a bite of his own meal, washing it down with a gulp of coffee and a grin. 

“Don’t even start, Ben.” Dean shoots him a pointed look. Dean had eyes, it wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed that himself, but he was too annoyed to care. “If you think she’s so cute, why don’t you have a go at her?” Dean jabs as he picks up his burger and takes a wide bite, sauce splashing on his cheek. 

Benny just chuckles and shakes his head.

“I got enough women in my life.” Between his ex and his daughter, his hands were full. “And I’m not looking to get washed up in your mess.” Dean rolls his eyes.

“Fucking Lisa,” he grumbles before taking another bite. Couldn’t even enjoy his lunch break. It’s like Lisa knew exactly what to do to get under his skin. Which isn’t a surprise.

Back when they were happy, Dean and Lisa knew everything about each other; what they each liked, what they loved, what drove them crazy. It’s why Dean would bring home white chocolate and flowers after Lisa had a rough day at work, or why Lisa would bake a variety of pies in the early days after Dean’s father, John, had passed away, knowing Dean didn’t want to talk about it but it was a way to offer him comfort without being too touchy feely, because Dean hated that when he was younger.  

But now, Lisa was weaponizing the information she had, knowing Dean liked his routines and his personal space. She had thoroughly invaded them without even stepping foot in town. Instead she sent this woman, Y/N, to do her dirty work for her. 

He drops his burger with a sigh and glances over his shoulder; you’re scrolling through your phone as you take another bite of your sandwich. 

He briefly wonders if you’re texting Lisa, the two of you laughing about how now that you’ve taken over his guest house, you’ve also wormed your way into his lunch spot. But Dean knows better. He knows he’s been the aggressor in his run-ins with you. You’re either a great actress or truly were just an innocent pawn in Lisa’s slimy scheme, and Dean’s pretty sure it’s the latter. 

It makes him think back to this morning, how you mentioned you were out of work and couldn’t afford to go anywhere else, even if Dean refunded your stay. You’re likely going through some sort of shit if you’re willing to use whatever money you have to get away for a full month. 

He sighs through his nose. You had offered a fresh start, and he had brushed past you like an absolute asshole. 

He likes to think he wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time he would have happily shook your hand, giving you a big grin in the process hoping to maybe get to know you better, find out what you like to drink and buy you one and then see what would happen next. 

But that was youthful innocence then, back when Dean didn’t realize that when you gave your full self to someone, it gave them the power to use it against you one day.

He’s about to consider going back over to you and apologizing, taking you up on your offer, but Billie steps in his path, dropping off a check and a box for his unfinished burger. 

Dean blinks hard out of his thoughts and gives Billie a big smile before reaching into his wallet and dropping enough money to cover his meal and tip, adding it on top of Benny’s own pile. 

“See you boys again soon.” She gives them a wink before they gather their coats, Benny affixing his cap before zipping up his jacket. 

Benny lets Dean lead the way, Dean’s eyes glued to your back as he passes by before he steps back out into the wintery overcast and heads back towards the garage.

After you finished lunch, you continued your stroll down Main Street, restraining yourself to just window shopping during your inaugural visit. You would have four weeks to shop, and you didn’t wait to explore everything the town had to offer on the first day. But now you had a good idea of all the places you would be spending your days for the next month; BILLIES was the only restaurant on main, but there was also a coffee shop, and bar that opened at 2pm. There was a vinyl shop, a bookstore, a few thrift and antique shops, as well as a modern apothecary and a fifties-looking pharmacy. Overall, the town was charming. It’s one of those places that if you were to leave the city, you could envision yourself living here. There was just enough to do to keep you busy and it felt nice to be away from the constant noise and hustle that typically filled your days. You were looking forward to decompressing and maybe even getting to know some of the non-Dean locals while you were here. 

Once your in-town exploration was complete, you headed to the nearest grocery store, only five minutes off Main Street. You loaded up on food for the week, toiletries, some basic cleaning supplies to use during your stay, and a few magazines to keep you busy. You also stopped off at the liquor store to grab another bottle of wine as well as a bottle of whiskey for nights you wanted something a little stronger. 

You were settled in the living room, dusk overshadowing the forest around you, when you hear the rumble of an engine. You peek through the floor to ceiling window, catching headlights flick off as you hear a door slam. 

Honey, I’m home. You smirk to yourself, thinking about a grumpy Dean stomping up the stairs of the front porch. 

You meant what you said about a fresh start, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him to yourself. Afterall, he was an asshole, and you didn’t owe him anything at the end of the day. You had gone out of your way to be nice to him and offer an olive branch, and he shoved it back in your face. 

Your phone vibrates next to you, and you smile as you see your best friend’s face pop up on the screen. 

“Helllooooo.” You answer, your smile growing when you hear her voice.

“Hi!” Sydney chirps. “How’s the getaway?” You snort through your nose. 

“Not exactly what I was picturing.” You glance over your shoulder, back to the now-dark driveway. 

“Let me guess, the pictures of the cabin are super outdated and it actually sucks.” Sydney speculates.

“I wish.” You roll your eyes and turn back to the muted tv. “Turns out the woman who rented me this place doesn’t even live here anymore.”

“Soooo, you got scammed?” 

“Not entirely.” You sigh. “Her husband still lives here – ex husband.” You correct yourself, Dean’s voice ringing in your ears.

“I’m still confused?” You chuckle, picturing Syd’s scrunched face. 

“So was I. Turns out the renters are going through quite the bitter divorce. The husband still lives in the main house but sounds like she left. I guess she rented this place out as a way to piss him off or something. That’s why it was so cheap.”

“Shit,” Sydney hisses and you raise your brows, even though she can’t see you.

“Yeah, shit. The guy almost gave me a heart attack my first night. Came storming in with a gun while I was in the hot tub, thought I was trespassing.” 

“HE PULLED A GUN ON YOU?” Sydney screeches and you have to move the phone away from your ear.

“He didn’t point it at me or anything, he just had it.” You clarify, knowing that Sydney is about to spiral into worst-case what-ifs. 

“Still.” 

“Regardless, he hasn’t pulled it out since. But he has been a massive dick.” You recount your run-ins with Dean so far. 

“No wonder she left him, sounds like an asshole.” Sydney chimes in after you finish telling her about lunch.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she’s much better. I reached out to get a refund for my stay so I could get out of here and she’s refusing. And also, who does something like this?”

“A bitch and a dick, sound like a perfect match.” Syd quips and you laugh. This is why you loved Sydney. The two of you always kept each other laughing, no matter the situation. 

After another twenty minutes, you and Syd say goodbye and you settle in for the night.

Before you know it, your first week is coming to an end. You’ve thoroughly enjoyed sleeping in every day, grabbing coffee in town before deciding which shop to hit. So far you’ve spent most of your time in the bookstore, getting to know the owners, Carrie and Richard Owens. The two have been married over forty years, and this bookshop was their post-retirement dream after working in the city most of their lives. They had been here for almost ten years now and loved every single moment of it, though they missed their children who still lived in the city. Seeing them happy and living their dreams, even in their sixties, gave you hope. There were definitely nights you couldn’t sleep, wondering what you had done and thinking about what you were going to do. Your doubts outweighed your hope at times, but chatting with the Owens left you with a sense of calm and a new book recommendation with each visit. 

Now it was Sunday evening. You had cooked dinner and were trying to focus on the local evening news, but you felt antsy. You hadn’t accounted for just how lonely you would be. You would talk to your mom and Syd most days, either calling them or texting during the times they were busy with their lives, but when you found yourself “home,” there was only so much tv and books to keep you company. 

You pop yourself off the couch and head to the bedroom, trading your sweats for jeans and throwing on your cutest top. You hadn’t yet visited the local bar, Max’s on Main, and figured it could be the perfect cure to your boredom. You could enjoy a drink or two while being around actual people. And hey, you were single, maybe someone would catch your eye and you could live out a whirlwind vacation romance. 

When you get downtown, the street parking is completely full, so you take a few spins down the side streets until you finally find a spot, about three blocks down from the bar. Apparently Sunday evening was popping. 

As you step into the bar, you’re surprised at just how busy it is, but then you notice a hockey game on a few of the screens and patrons wearing matching white and blue jerseys. 

As your eyes roam the room, you notice a few spots at the bar, which was exactly what you wanted. This wasn’t the first time you were going to a bar when you were lonely. If nothing else, usually the bartenders were friendly enough to chat with you here and there and take an edge off the isolation. 

You settle on your stool, unfurling your scarf and zipping off your jacket, letting it rest against the chairback. 

A man about your age throws a coaster down in front of you and places his hands on the bar.

“What can I getcha?” He asks as the crowd roars. You peek at one of the screens behind the bar, seeing a team celebrating. 

“Any chance you have hot toddies?” The weekend had been freezing, and it was too cold for your usual cocktail. You needed something that would warm you, ideally with a splash of bourbon. 

“Sure thing.” He nods and steps away to turn on an eclectic kettle. 

You rest against the bartop, a dark wood that runs down the length of the bar. As you look around, you notice the layout is very similar to BILLIES, but flipped. There’s more high top tables, but the booths back along the opposite side of the room. But whereas BILLIES was more updated, this bar looked like it hadn’t been decorated or remodeled in a good fifteen-plus years. 

Most of the patrons are men of various ages, almost all of whom are watching the game. There is one table full of women, but they too don the same hockey jerseys and are just as invested as their peers. 

“Start a tab?” The bartender returns with your drink, placing it carefully atop your coaster. You reach into your wallet, pull out your card, and hand it to the bartender. You’re not expecting to have more than two drinks since you’re driving, but it was just easier to start a tab versus get a bill for each order.  

After the bartender walks away, you wrap your hands around the crystal, humming at the warmth as your shoulders drop. You take in a deep breath, closing your eyes as the sweet aroma of honey and bourbon steams your senses. 

“Good drink?” You open your eyes to find a man smiling down at you, and you feel the warmth of your drink spread to your cheeks. He takes the seat next to you, his smile never fading underneath his five-o-clock shadow and a swoosh of blonde hair.

“If it tastes as good as it smells, then I hope so.” You return his grin. 

“I’m Nick,” he puts his beer on the counter and raises his hand towards you. You take it, his skin a cool contrast to yours.

“Y/N.” You offer.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” His eyes almost have a twinkle under the bar lights, and his never-fading smile highlights his sharp jawline. 

“It’s my first time here.” You relax into your seat. “I’m visiting for the month.” 

“Family?” He takes a sip of his beer, and you match his movements with your drink, feeling the bourbon settle soundly in your stomach. 

“Renting. I’m from the city, taking a sabbatical.” You keep it vague. No need to spill your life story to a complete stranger in the first minute of meeting him. 

“How’s your visit so far?”

Dean pours the last of the beer into his cup, emptying the group’s pitcher. He takes a big gulp, putting back about half the pint before he stands. 

“Gonna grab another round. Anyone need anything?” Dean offers the enthralled group as he stands from the table. It wasn’t that he didn’t like hockey, but despite growing up here, the Rangers weren’t his team of choice. He grew up watching the Blues with his dad, and continues to cheer for them to this day, so he doesn’t mind stepping out during a power play to grab another drink. It likely meant there would be no wait at the bar. 

He grabs the empty pitcher and carries it with him, resting along the curve of the bar as he flags down Jacob. 

“Another pitcher?” Jacob assumes, and Dean hands over the empty container.

As he waits, he taps his fingers against the wood, taking in the crowd when he notices someone at the end of the bar and his shoulders tense. 

Nick Olszewski.

Dean went to high school with Nick. Grade A douchebag then and grade A douchebag now. He may have even broken Nick’s nose once senior year.  

He’s chatting with someone, definitely a woman.

Poor girl. Dean thinks as Jacob returns with the pitcher, and Dean thanks him. 

Dean heads back to the table, dropping the pitcher right in the middle before, for some reason, he takes a glance back towards Nick. And from this angle, he can see exactly the poor girl he’s talking to. 

Shit. 

It’s Y/N. 

Dean turns away, shaking his head. 

He should stay out of it. He and Y/N hadn’t crossed paths since their lunch run-in a few days ago, and he had planned to keep it that way. 

You’re an adult, and free to chat with whomever you want. Even if he’s a complete dickbag. 

But then he thinks back to a few days ago. How he was a total asshole to you, and he had regretted it. He was better than that. This wasn’t the guy he always was. 

Maybe this was his chance at redemption. 

“You good, brother?” Benny looks up, realizing Dean hasn’t sat back down. 

Dean licks his lips and runs a hand down his face.

“I’ll be right back.”

Nick’s hand relaxes easily on your thigh, and you’re leaning into him, your elbow resting on the bar top. 

He was telling you a work story; he’s a real estate agent in the area, and how a couple decided to get a divorce in the middle of a showing. 

“Wait, so did they actually get divorced, or was it just a heat of the moment thing?” You ask, genuinely curious. 

“Oh big time. I reached out a few weeks later to see if they were still interested in the house and the guy told me.”

“Wow,” you take a big sip of your second drink, courtesy of Nick. 

You’re about to ask him a follow up question but you’re interrupted. 

“Thanks for keeping my seat warm, Nick.” A large hand pats Nick’s shoulder, and you both turn towards your uninvited guest, your eyes widening. “But think it’s time for you to go.” 

Oh for fuck’s sake.

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“You’re welcome for saving you.” Dean’s voice has you turning back in your seat. He’s now next to you, literally and figuratively having taken Nick’s spot. 

“Saving me?” You sneer. “More like ruining my night.” You grab your drink and take your own big gulp, needing the bourbon to do more than just warm you now. 

“Tell me, Dean.” You narrow your eyes at him. “What have I done to you that you just think it’s okay to bother me whenever you want?” Your voice quickens as you feel the liquor settle. 

“Because I’ve stayed out of your way, like I promised. I tried to be nice to you. It’s not my fault your ex-wife dragged me into scheme of hers. So if you have a problem, take it up with her!” Your voice raises but is drowned out as the Rangers score another goal, the bar erupting in whoops and cheers as patrons high-five one another. 

Dean runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, nodding his head at your words as you stare him down. 

“I was saving you from the biggest asshole in town.” He responds once the bar settles back down, his voice calm and even. You raise your eyebrows.

“Are you sure about that?” You challenge. From where you were sitting, he seemed to be winning that award himself.

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[starguardianniom]

Adrien and Marinette screwing each other's character development

That's literally what happened in season 5.

5 seasons of Adrien trying his best to break free of his dad's abuse and control only for Marinette to honors Gabriel's wish and make him believe he was a hero and a good parent, despite having front seat at his abuse, on top of fighting him, and Gabriel made the both of time cry. So now Adrien will forever think his father was a good man, when he was not. He will like his abuser, when the last episode showing them together has Adrien showing nothing but hatred toward his father for thinking he knew better for him when he was just doing what he wanted Adrien to do and not what Adrien wanted himself.

We spent 5 seasons watching Marinette trying and failing to confess to Adrien, only for him to confess to her instead which rendered kind of all her efforts pointless, on top of not having to learn the many lessons that she should have, like regarding his private life, or start seeing him as a person and not a perfect angel who can't do no wrong. They even had some jokes at her behavior, behavior that they later learned was because she had a traumatic experience which made her decide that the next poor sod that would catch her attention would not be permitted to have a private life whatsoever, just because she made an error of judgement and didn't listen to her friend's warning, something she keeps doing repeatedly during the series. She just gets her boyfriend and never has to change her behavior, and he doesn't get to maybe get mad or creeped out at all the stuff she did for him while she could barely speak to him, let alone struggle to stay close less she ran away out of being scared to ask him out. So her toxic behavior also doesn't get to be toned down. Biggest example is after learning that Gabriel is Monarch, she goes to speak to him because she wants Adrien back, not to stop Monarch once in for all. She has to when he finds her in his house and she can't hide much longer.

The main difference, Marinette has been aware since forever that Gabriel was pretty controlling with Adrien and got depressed over it several times since it meant she couldn't hang out with him. And she still sided with his abuser because she didn't want Adrien to deal with the backlash of knowing his father was the local terrorist of the city. A guy she spent 5 season fighting, and spent the last episode of season 5 beating up because he prefered to go with his crazy scheme instead of respecting his wife's last wish. And she decides to respect Gabriel's last wish instead of being honest with Adrien and the rest of the city, which I'm sorry to say, is beyond horrible of her. People deserves the truth, so does Adrien, stop coodling him like his father tried, he doesn't need it.

Meanwhile Adrien just learned in the last season that she had a crush on him. And saw her doing some pretty weird stuff, but never truly saw the real depths as to how far Marinette was willing to go to get his love. He didn't see her bully Kagami, he didn't see her lie and manipulate her parents to make her follow him to Shangai and abandoning her uncle on his birthday just to go stalk him, among other stuff. So he isn't aware of the worst of Marinette, and half of it he thinks she's just weird because to him that's how she's always been, weird and quirky but still charming and cute somehow.

I kind of just realised that while reading other posts about those subjects and just saw that they both ruined each other's development, Adrien unintentionally and Marinette, intentionally.

EDIT: chocolatevoidpizza made me realize I was victim blaming Marinette for the cruel prank she went through in Derision via the line "just because she made an error of judgement and didn't listen to her friend's warning".

That is unfair on Marinette and I apologize for writing that and take it back.

I however won't delete it cause I need the reminder to not have a repeat of that and I need the lesson.

So thank you chocolatevoidpizza for opening my eyes and knocking sense back into me.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Martha's Downfalls

Oh she could feel she was close, she just knew she had to be. Finally after days and weeks, she would be close to having herself some sweet, sweet revenge. First those damn imps and then the bitch who'd set them loose on her, they were all going to pay. But of all the imps of course, it was the runt she was looking the most. And oh fortune had to be smiling bright for her as she'd found him on his way back to whatever hole in the ground that little red possum called home as she stalked him with lethal intent.

Yes sir, we find ourselves currently in the midst of witnessing a certain notorious sinner following after Moxxie with less than pleasant intentions. That being the Southern Belle seeming woman that had been known in life as Martha, a seemingly lovely wife and mother of two...who had in fact been a total adulterous bitch, not to mention a homicidal cannibalistic Satanist. Who even despite winding up in hell, naturally for the fact she was such a heinous sinner, hadn't lost her sense of petty spitefulness. So much so that she didn't given one single fuck about her husband or kids or wherever they may've been in hell, for all she knew Satan was using their skulls as bowling balls.

No sir, Martha was all about revenge on her mind and she was going to be starting with Moxxie, NOT because he was solely responsible for ending her life on Earth mind you. Though that was partly it, for her it was mainly because of how he'd managed it, the demonic looking sinner gritting her sharp teeth as she recalled with clarity her final moments in life. Shuddering as she felt her pussy ache and and drool with a flow of nectar. The phantom sensations of how that loathsome little runt ABSOLUTELY ruined her for other men....

~FLASHBACK~ It was sudden enough, one moment she and her family were enjoying dinner, the next a bullet had just made its way through their walls missing its mark. Seems someone had gotten a figurative pair and put out a hit on her which meant lord satan was getting some tribute this evening!! So it was hunting season as this twisted psycho cannibal brood of hers went divide and conquer and what a surprise, their quarry wasn’t human? Ah well meat was meat all the same as she tracked down one of the pesky little varmints while the kids and Ralphie went for the others, dusk giving away deeper into the twilight of the evening. The psycho bitch false hero grinning with twisted delight as she trekked through the woods, calling out with menace at her hidden target.

Moxxie was the unlucky target of her twisted and cruel intentions as he planted himself back against a tree, hiding as the mad woman walked on by taunting like she was the psycho in that Warriors movie. The little imp was already feeling bad enough having fucked uo what should’ve been an easy one and done killshot all because he just had to have a conscience!! Loona had been right, even the most perfect and innocent looking family might’ve been secret evil crazy shitsacks and he figured it was hazy enough thinking they were just offing some cheating ho. Now he’d gone and gotten himself as well his wife and boss into deep shit and he just knew if they got through this, Blitzo woild never let him live it down.

But of course our resident imp didn’t have time to further reflect on his current train of thought when he felt the butt of Martha’s double barrel shotgun deck him on the side of his head. Rubbing the spot as he winced, shaking off any dizziness as he suddenly look peg to see Martha looming over him pointing her weapon point blank right at him. The psychotic southern Belle housewife grinning like a shark at having successfully found him while the imp panicked as not only did he know this meant he was soon to be one very dead man. But fucking hell was seriously getting a hard-on now?!!

Martha:*giggling like the twisted mad woman se was, it was all too clear how this woman had ruined a marriage and caused a school teacher to try and kill her ass. Cocking the hammer of her shotgun as she licked her lips with sadistic delight.*”That’s one down, soon as we got your lil’ friends, me and mine are gonna have us some fun sending you back to hell little devil. Got to say far as demons go, you really isn’t too bad looking, kind of cute even….”*the evil bitch taunted as indeed at the moment her kids had snatched up Blitzo who’d learn first hand that Martha and her brood happened, let’s be frank, to be goddamn cannibals. Ralphie however would be long gone from this world as he learned and experienced first hand, that Millie May-Knolastname was a lethal imo when cornered.*

Moxxie:”Oooh crumbs….”*That was about all our not a possum could muster up to say, not just simply the fact he was still dizzy from getting hit by the butt of a shotgun mind you. No sir, it’s more the fsct that why yes he was actually having a boner right now, of all times!! Christ a fear boner in the presence of this crazy bitch? What a way to go, as he heard the click of the shotgun being loaded and primed to fire, ready to let him see what afterlife awaited imps.*

just as Martha was about to squeeze the trigger and blow Moxxie to infernal kingdom come, the psycho bitch (yeah I know I keep calling her that but hey when the shoe fits, it works) couldn’t help but notice the telltale bulge in his pants. The clear and present indication of a length and girth that put any prior conquests and especially her husband to shame was making her feel like a waterfall would flow between her legs and soak her jeans. The fact it was a fear boner only served to stroke her twisted ego as well as further fuel the demented first for lust she now had as she licked her lips sexually. The crazy milf homewrecker getting herself an idea as she spoke while keeping her shotgun twined on the imp point blank.

Martha:”Tell you what little fellah, I’m feeling a little generous since you’re kind of cute and all. So I’m willing to get you go…if you can please me and get me off…”*The crazy ass cannibal home wrecker declared her twisted intentions, making her more as Moxxie looked all confused as fuck. Until he found Martha laying her shotgun aside within her reach but out of his as she reached down to grab and pull off his pants, boxers and all in one fell swoop. Followed by the crazy bitch ripping open her polka dot blouse and the crotch of her jeans, exposing a pussy gushing with lust that could put a succubus to shame. Strands of nectar raining and pouring down on his fear boner as it stood erect like a flagpole before suddenly finding the lunatic ho drop right down on is imphood in one fell swoop.*

Moxxie:*a mix of shock, panic and arousal as he found Martha pinning him down, her pussy grasping his length and girth with insane horny lust as she began to bounce and ride on him mercilessly.*”Nggyyyaaa!! Mother of the whore of Babylon!! What fresh hell is this?!” *Our poor trapped little possum decried as he tried in vain to push the crazy bitch off of him, hands in her hips as the sensation of copulation was greatly offset by the psycho bitch’s expression. Face a mask of horrifying maniacal glee, her insane cackling echoing throughout the woods as she bounce her denim clad PAWG Texan booty down on his poor little pelvis. It was like this crazy bitch wanted to kill him all the same either way, only in this case it was death by goddamn snusnu!! Now you think you want to envy Moxxie right now, let me remind you this woman was a Satanist cannibal killer, but who am I kidding, you sick fucks...*

But Moxxie while horrified certainly knew he couldn’t and wouldn’t go down so easily, not especially when he was used to such rough pelvis shattering intensity. Especially as he reminded himself that the sooner he subdued this sick mad woman, the better he could see about helping Millie and Blitzo out of the shit he got them into as he firmly grasped those denim clad hips and mustered all the strength he could within his quite gifted legs. The next thing Martha knew she felt Moxxie start to thrust and pump back against her rodeo motions and to say it was a shock to her system was an understatement. As inches of raw imp length and girth was soon starting to strike her her womb with the force and intensity of a jackhammer.

Martha was to put it generously what you’d call a promiscuous woman, which was a polite way of saying she was a slut whore. But of all the men she’s bedded and milked, her husband included, Moxxie was putting them all to shame not only in having size but knowing how to damn well use it. Her control and domination slipping as every impact of the alpha male imp cock against her womb hit her brain with a jolt of mind numbing pleasure. Before she knew it, she’d gone from topping the imp stud in cow girl to being laid on her back as she was put in missionary to spread able and finally a mating press.

She couldn’t believe that this damn little runt from the pits of Satan’s kingdom had gotten one over on her like this!! Yet here she was taking it doggy style at the moment as she felt brain drown in a rushing flood of ecstasy and sexual bliss as he ruined her for other men. His pelvis plowing her ass with enough to intensity to make those cheeks clap like thunder and jiggle like jello until he groaned as he finally came. The rush of hot white imp baby batter spraying into her womb as she felt herself go limp as a rag doll, face down on the ground with her ass up in the air.

Martha:”O-okay…I’ll admit that was…better than expected You spawn of Sa-….”*The twisted psycho bitch blinked as as she heard the hammer cocking click of her shotgun, managing to lift her upper body up enough to turn around and find the twin barrels point blank aimed right at her. Moxxie impressively looking determined despite being bottomless with his juice soaked, still hard cock exposed and from the look in his eyes, this time he wasn’t hesitstijng to make the shot.*”……..oh fuck my life….”*Fitting last words as Moxxie pulled and squeezed on the trigger, blowing a hole through her skull took one of her eyes out with it along with a chunk of her brain. Life flashing before her remaining eye as she left the mortal coil, thinking one thing.*

''Damn what a way to go.....'' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Now here she was in Hell itself and she took to it a little too well and naturally but what do you expect given in life she'd been a homewrecking cannibal Satanist homicidal maniac? The sinner of course hadn't wasted time in getting the lay and law, or what passed for it, of the land. And now Revenge that was within her reach, a double barrled hunting shotgun in hand as she found Moxxie, bag of groceries in his hand fishing for his keys as he stood on the stoop to the apartment building he and Millie called their love nest. Sneaking right up behind them as she pressed the barrel of her shotgun against the back of his cute, snowhaired twin horned little head, the click of the hammer cocking making his ears twitch.

Martha:"Long time no see you little rat....don't try reachin' for whatever you got on you, I see any twitching and boom go your kneecaps." *The psycho bitch taunted, grinning her shark teeth like grin as Moxxie got the hint,slowly placing his bag on the floor, arms raised as he turned around to face her. Recognition in his eyes as he could tell it was her. Oh sure coming to Hell naturally demonised her as a Sinner but there was no mistaking he knew who she was. Pressing the twin barrels closer to near point blank.*

Moxxie:"Guess I shouldn't be surprised, you and yours weren't exactly on the guest list for the pearly gates. So I suppose this is where you try to kill me?" *It wasn't so much a question but more like he was phrasing a matter of fact as one. The sweet little possum feeling a sense of deja vu as the twisted sinner bitch laughed in a sinister manner. Those distracting tits of hers jiggling as her shotgun lowered down, aim now primed at his crotch. To say alarm bells were going off was an understatement.*

Martha:"Ooooh nonononoooooo you damn little varmint...that'd be too easy. I ain't sending you to...whatever afterlife there is for the likes of you yet!! Not until I make you pay for what you did to me...and I don't mean blowing a hole in my skull!! Oooh no...i want revenge for you giving me the best screw of my life!! You've any idea how hard it is to find a decent dick in hell to ride? You ruined me you little shit!! *Oh yes, it was undignified enough to have this imp fuck her then kill her after, especially given how he turned the tables on her. But what's worse was that after that amazing lay....nothing else could get her off anymore!! She'd tried any and every toy she could get in Lust City, her own hands, sweet Anti-christ she tried any and every dick chick or demon dude packing she could find and none of them even came close to Moxxie!! Not in terms of his length and girth or his prowess!!*

Moxxie:"....Wait, what? So how and why's is this for your revenge?" *Moxxie had a feeeling he already knew the answer. Somehow he should be expecting it but sometimes, he had to wodner, there was no way his luck would work like that, right? Oooh terrific, there was his fear boner again. Loona would be having such a laugh right now...if she wasn't too busy thirsting for his dick.*

Martha:"It's easy you damn horsedicked possum!! First you and me and are gonna go into your place and this time, THIS TIME!! I'm gonna break your pelvis and milk those golfballs you call your nuts dry!! Then when your bitch comes home to find your fucked to death corpse? Bang!! Then your boss and well...you get the idea..."*Yes it was perfect, better yet if Millie came home while she was still in the middle of banging Moxxie's brains out, she could cuckold the little imp tramp!! After which she'd kill them, eat their bodies then find and do the same to their boss, whoever else worked with them. And then the cow who'd hired them!! After which hell would be her playground, who needed to play hero anymore when you could be Queen of Hell?!*

Moxxie:"Ooh crumbs...."*Now really could you blame him for being able to say anything else? Kind of hard to be more articulate when you had a psycho bitch with homicidal cannibalistic tendencies aiming a shotgun point blank at your cock and balls. Especially when her grand payback plan consisted of fucking you to death, followed by killing your wife and doing Fuck only knows to the bodies. If demons could pray or did pray to someone, he really hoped they'd throw him a bone here.*

Martha of course felt the time to expositive gloating was passed, as she reached into Moxxie's coat and got his keys. Time to begin her revenge as she licked her chops at the bulge in his pants, indicating his fear boner. After all the demons she'd sucked and fucked off here and there, she felt this time she had the edge. Yessir with her sex-perience, this time she would dominate the imp!!

Well that was supposed to be the idea, that's how she felt and knew it was supposed to go, she'd suck him off to a point he'd feel like his soul was being sucked out. Followed by riding him with such intensity that she'd ground and pound his pelvis into dust and squeeze out of every bit of milk from his balls!! Make him scream and beg for mercy as she'd kill him with pleasure before she decided to put him out of his misery. Yes just like that....except that's not what happened of course.

Martha:"OOooooh fuuuuck fuck fuck !! Muh pussy!! My poor pussy!! Oooh Daddy harder!! I'm sorry daddy please wreck me!! Break me Daddy Moxxie with your big ol' dick!!"*Instead once again Martha had found the tables turned on her once more, though not half as turned on as she was right now!! As she was pressed up against a window, naked as the day she was born and her facial expression one not of a psychotic deviant but yet another wayward lady captured by Moxxie's erotic charm. The Imp stud taking her from behind as he thrust and pumped his cock away like the genetic jackhammer it was, his blurring pelvis making her fat sinner booty jiggle and clap. A growing puddle on the floor growing as their clothes laid about discarded along with her now disabled shotgun.*

Moxxie:"Ooooh sweet temptation..."*The imp tried to tell himself he shouldn't be enjoying this but damnit the second time around with Martha compared to the first was feeling too damn good!! More so with how utterly submissive she was being, it was rather too much like the first time with Looona. Given how the hellhound had pretty much become 5050 between a tsundere and kuudere around him these days, it was curious to see how Martha would be afterwards. Especially after he was finally done fucking to her exhaustion and needed to explain this to Millie.*

The sinner and imp continued to go at it as Martha once again was reminded how and why Moxxie had managed to ruin other men for her. Who needed them when her new Imp daddy was all she needed, as a simultaneous orgasm rocked them...not the first or last as the pair lost track of time. So much so to not yet realise the time, or that Millie had long since returned. The wrath shortstack imp peeping from behind the crack of the door as she watched with voyeuristic delight waiting for the right moment to join in.

But of course that's not to say she was just playing with herself, as she was also using her phone to send pictures and videos to Loona as well as a few others of hers and Moxxie's booty calls. Especially Mrs.Mayberry who was sure to enjoy the sights and sounds of the bitch who ruined her life and marriage being reduced to such a state. It would no doubt give some ideas as to what they'd with Martha afterwards of course. But now for the time being was naughty time.

Once MArtha had especially gotten a nice round of Moxxie dick orally and anally at least once of course, then Millie made her move. The added one two knockout combination of a threesome with her and her man was enough to pretty much break the sadistic Southern Belle, after which Mayberry would later receive a surprise from the imp couple in the form of a giant gift wrapped box with a bound and gagged Martha inside. To say she appreciated the gift was an understatement, so much so that our fave imp would get a surprise of his own. A rather sexy little group pic featuring his wife posing in some leather and latex with the former teacher and homewrecker as well as Verosika...attached with a message of where to find them so he could enjoy his present.

Hey when you had a imp like him? You wanted to show him a lot of love. And when said imp has a wife like he does? She damn well will make sure he gets to drown in it. And how sweet it is!!

[max-nico]

Super_Charlie_001

Am I (32M) the asshole for declaring a hero of our village (16M) my new nemesis?

This all started around 4 years ago. I live in a small secluded village on the coast, I'm talking about less than 100 people living here. We all do our part to keep our little town running and at this stage in my life I had just become our Village Fruit Carrier (a very important job to have). The job wasn't the most fulfilling, but it got food on the table and it was how I met my wife, so I have a bit of a soft spot for it. Anyway, the 'hero of the village' (let's call him Red) and he got me FIRED from my job. why? Because he just couldn't stop himself from stealing my baskets, dumping out my fresh clean fruit all over the ground, using my baskets as stilts, and then disappearing right before my boss came out to check on me. In the kids defense, he's a little... Slow, so I really didn't hold it against him too much. Especially because after getting fired from that job I managed to land my absolute dream job around 6 months later. I really felt like it was fate or something. I was happy, my wife was happy, everything was good.

This brings us up to speed basically.

Recently, Red got me fired AGAIN years later from my wonderful job. I worked as an archeologist/excavator and made good money doing it, especially since our little town is built on top of ancient ruins and tech nobody's really seen before. Apparently Red wasn't trying to get me fired, he was genuinely trying to make up for making me lose my job the first time. At first he seemed a little dimwitted, but well meaning so I didn't have much of a problem letting him stick around, but I also didn't have much of a backbone at the time either.

Then things got worse, between him picking up important artifact markers, breaking multiple artifacts, breaking one of my toes, and even throwing my lunch away, I just couldn't handle it. One night, he even showed up at my house before I got home and made friends with my wife, and despite telling her I was uncomfortable she let him stay. So I'm sure you guys can tell, by this point I'm boiling with rage. This kid just cannot take a hint and I have had it up to here with him.

Then all hell breaks loose. He somehow manages to brush an artifact just right, causing a laser to fire and destroy an entire dig site filled to the brim with things we haven't even begun to study. Then he has the audacity to yell at my boss for yelling at me and gets me FIRED!!! AGAIN!!! THEN HE CALLS MY WIFE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!! AND SHE THROWS ME OUT!!!

At this point he can't just be dumb right? This has to be malicious. So I freak out at him, and do you know what he says? "Don't worry. I'll make it up to you, just as soon as I'm done making it up to you for the other thing I did." Wtf.

So I start to torment the guy. Can you really blame me? I go back to my old job and dig around for the old mech suits the ancients had lying around, like huge rocky things that shoot fire and laser and all types of things. I only use it to do things like steal his lunch money and knock him around at first, nothing super out there just protocol villain stuff.

So Red starts acting like I'M the crazy one after this. He acts like HE'S been the bigger person when he's the one who made me this way. He even made me a pie (which I shoved in his face of course), and I proclaimed myself a supervillain, and by proxy his nemesis. The whole village even gathered around to watch our fight, I felt like I was a cool kid in a school yard, and it was objectively the best feeling I've ever had.

Unfortunately I lost, not without a fight but still. Now the entire village is weird towards me (except my wife who took me back because she was proud of me for getting a new job and also a backbone) and they all act like I'm some lunatic just because I tried to destroy ONE GUY!!! so aita?

EDIT 1: Yes not even Dr.Eggman knows how this tech works I live like a couple miles away from the guy. Trust me I've asked

EDIT 2: Why does everyone know this guy and his friends? Are they famous or something?

EDIT 3: I found out that Sonic the Hedgehog, my nemesis, and their friends, are actually the heroes of Mobius and not just the heroes of my village. Small world I guess.

[hello-nichya-here]

Do you think Michael ever hooked up with some of his more famous female friends (Diana Ross, Liz Taylor, Brooke Shields)? Kind of crazy that the accusations made people forget how many women he had been very close with. One day everyone is wondering if he's about marry one of them, the next they're convinced he's gay

Considering Michael himself said that, to him, Diana was a friend, as well as his mother and lover, and that Liz then described her own friendship with him in sort of the same way, one thing we know for sure is that, regardless of what did or did not happen:

Michael clearly had a lot of love for them both, and again, he was very clear on it absolutely having crossed the line from platonic to romantic, at least on his end, but he was just never the type to talk too much about his personal life, and I tend to avoid saying "They totally hooked up" unless he or the woman in question states, very clearly, that it happened.

With Brooke Shields, it was far more clear-cut: they dated. Michael said as much. I know Brooke didn't give a direct answer when asked, only that they both had crushes on each other at some point, but we need to take into account that:

1 - She knew how Michael was. Talking too much about stuff regarding his personal life like that wasn't exactly the way to stay in his good graces.

2 - Brooke had quite a messy life and difficult relationship with the media too - mainly with regards to how over-sexualized she had been from a young age. There was a playboy photoshoot of her when she was TEN YEARS OLD. It's not at all surprising that now that she had any say on what happened in her life, she didn't want to draw too much attention to anything private because the media would take her over-sexualized image as permission to be super invasive

3 - Even without confirming they were more than friends, she was still asked insane shit like "Have you ever seen Michael's dick? What does it look like?" Who could blame her for not wanting to get into the topic of them dating? God knows when he married Lisa Marie the media was two seconds away from demanding a sex-tape as "proof" that their marriage was real, they would have done the same to Brooke.

And here's the thing with the media (and part of the public) being so quick to treat the acusations against Michael as 100% true even with the supposed "evidence" for it literally being laughed out of court MULTIPLE times through the decades: they already thought he was gay.

Michael wasn't really interested in pretending to be something he wasn't, and unlike a lot of famous men, he had more important things to do than to try and hook up with as many hot women as possible and then make sure everybody knew it. Whenever he DID flirt, hook up with, or date someone, he was in no rush to let the world know. Quite the contrary actually, because people would take it as permission to meddle in his life and relationships.

And that immediately made him stand out because HE WAS MICHAEL JACKSON! He was THE guy that could get any woman, famous or not, to throw herself at him. Even his far less famous brothers did it! It was the norm, and because of that, people simply could not accept that he WAS attracted to women - after all, he wasn't treating them like trophies to make other people jealous!

Half the times they only questioned him about the women in his life because they KNEW he wouldn't give a direct answer, both due to a desire for his own privacy and out of respect for them (and, of course, because him being "taken" would ruin the fantasy some fans had of dating him). They only ever asked to use that lack of concrete answer to go "See? Still no girlfriend or wife in sight despite being surround by so many hot, famous women! He MUST be gay!"

Hollywood has sinonymous of scandals, and sometimes full on crimes, for decades now and the media NEEDS that so they can make money. They NEED those mega stars to start out seemingly as perfect and wholesome, only to then be "exposed" as frauds, addicts, cheaters, criminals, whatever. It doesn't even have to be true, it just has to shock.

That's why they were calling him racist for "bleaching his skin" even after he explained that he had vitiligo. That's why they were constantly trying to act like he and his sister Janet were fighting once she became a star. That's why they made up absurd stuff like "Michael Jackson is gonna have a sex-change" out of the blue.

They wanted a scandal that could ruin him, and they finally found something that would do the trick - and then still had to watch him be adored by BILLIONS, even after he was long gone, even after his image had been tarnished.

That's why you still see bullshit stories "exposing" him coming up every few years. It's the media going "YOU CAN'T LIKE HIM ANYMORE, WE REVOKED YOUR PERMISSION TO, REMEMBER?"

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

ELEKTRA NATCHIOS (MARVEL COMICS)

1.) Elektra was created by the misogynist himself, Frank Miller, who would write female characters like garbage including her. Throughout her entire existence within a majority of Daredevil comics, Elektra has been treated as a character made to be a trophy for Matt Murdock. Daredevil writers love making her life revolve around Matt in a way that its framed as romantic when the reality of their relationship should be framed as a tragedy due to their conflicting ideals (and in my honest opinion, I think she should start hating him).

Frank Miller’s Man Without Fear completely butchers Elektra’s character by changing her character to this “crazy woman with voices in her head who loves to kill anyone and anything” completely shitting on the original backstory of her being a sheltered rich girl who was very kind and sweet until her father’s death that shattered her hopes and dreams, leading her to become vengeful and turn into an assassin who believes that all she’s good at is killing and that she can’t ever live a happy normal life.

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And of course thanks to the mcu, that influenced current Daredevil writer Chip Zdarsky, who ruins her character EVEN MORE by trying to follow up on the MWF backstory AND make it align with the mcu version as well to this spy that was sent by the Hand to purposely seduce Matt just like how mcu Stick did in the show. Zdarsky writes Elektra in a way that ruins her character completely and makes her infantalize/belittle Matt by calling him naive and foolish despite in previous incarnations where she UNDERSTANDS why Matt wouldn’t follow in her footsteps and wouldn’t kill and WOULD NEVER TRY TO CONVINCE HIM OTHERWISE (and Zdarsky made her fetishize Matt’s blindness in a way in which she would never do if she was in character). Zdarsky made her stop her ways JUST FOR MATT and then writes Matt to constantly disrespect her and call her a murderer despite in previous iterations where he WOULDN’T DO THAT AND ALSO UNDERSTANDS WHY SHE’S LIKE THIS WITHOUT CHANGING HER. (Zdarsky wrote everyone OOC in his run but the most who suffered from it is def Matt and Elektra). Then Zdarsky made Elektra become Daredevil which yeah, the suit is cool, but the implications of it sucks as Daredevil is not an identity that anyone can pick up on like Spider-Man. Daredevil is explicitly an identity that Matt took up bc of the injustice his father received after his murder along with the desire to protect the victims of the justice system. Elektra is a foil to Matt so her uprising as Elektra wouldn’t align with becoming Daredevil. How he framed it was essentially on par of a woman taking up the husband’s last name but so much worse. Elektra as Daredevil doesn’t work because it completely erases her identity as Elektra and further pushes the idea that she only exists to serve as Matt’s trophy, as his pain, as his wife, as his tragedy, etc etc.

Not a single male Daredevil writer should ever LOOK at Elektra ever again until they know how to write her because she has been done so dirty and receives misogyny on EVERY SINGLE ASPECT OF HER EXISTENCE. There’s only been a few times where Elektra’s been done well and a lot of them had Matt be involved very little in it and it really makes you think.

2.) Both show and fandom perperativing the sexist and racist troupe of a dragon lady: overt sexual and physical aggression, untrustworthiness, and mysteriousness. The fandom is notorious for saying Elektra is toxic, instead of recognizes she’s an abuse victim working for her abuser. More often that not, all nuance is thrown out the window

(Comics and show) Killed for Matt’s(Daredevil’s) pain/fridged

3.) Constantly mischaracterized and used as a prop for Matt Murdock/Daredevil, especially in the case of his netflix series and his ongoing comics written by Chip Zdarksy (where she is so intensely out of character she’s almost unrecognizable, and in the case of the current Daredevil run parts of her origin story have even been heavily retconned to more closely resemble her Netflix counterpart which is. Oh my fucking god its infuriating.) But it’s an issue really like half the time she shows up in any given daredevil comic (im being generous)

ABBIE MILLS (SLEEPY HOLLOW) (CW: Racism)

1.) Abbie starts out as one of the two protagonists of the show, only to get almost entirely sidelined as early as season 2, getting less and less screen time and allowed no relationships, either platonic or romantic, while the other lead Ichabod Crane has a seemingly infinite amount of them. It got bad enough that her actor wanted to leave the show, which they did by having her sacrifice her soul in the season 3 finale for the male lead to live, and then they ended the show after season 4 anyway, because guess what, it’s a bad idea to entirely sideline and eventually kill off one of your leads!

2.) She was killed by the narrative to advance her white male co-protagonist’s plotline and I’m still mad about it, Abbie deserved so much better. This is an example of racism in the narrative too and it extended to the production of the show, see news coverage:

3.) Look, I only watched the first season but they killed her off the show SHE was a co lead of!! Misogyny AND racism, all rolled into one. I remember seeing the fan reactions and I was so mad on their behalfs. They wrote her off her own show and from what I recall, gave her less and less screentime leading up to that. Truly, she deserved so much better and I will always be upset by this.

[noroi1000]

Could I request a reader x gojo oneshot where reader is in her early 30s so around the same age as utahime and she was a married woman but her husband who was a military soldier,died in a mission while she's a powerful sorcerer ever since her youth. Reader doesn't teach at either of the jujutsu high schools but has trained maki and megumi a few times ( and she's a very intense trainer 👹). Despite being sociable and friendly she's a very private woman and is rather cold hearted even though she doesn't outwardly express it but this is not because of any trauma response or whatsoever,she's just like that but that doesn't mean she didn't love her husband,in fact she did very much so and her husband was basically huge golden retriever prince charming who's a simp to sum his character up lmao.

Now giving some attention gojo ehm,he knows reader for quite some many years but doesn't know her privately despite that they even hung out with each other quite a lot of times ( where they've been mistaken as a couple 👁👁) and he basically developed a crush on her somewhat lol but she doesn't have any feelings for him because she's very hard to get n impress n almost impossible to be charmed(and honestly very rightfully so) even though she had a husband,yea. a few personal things i'd wanna add is pls make very tall 🤲🤲 and not someone who blushes 🥹. a specific scenario i'd like as well is for where reader n gojo are returning from a date and while coming back,reader says she wants to go back home walking in the night because she loves how windy and moonlit it is which is very much ok w gojo but bothered that she might catch a cold (jacket lending moment 🫣??) and then it starts raining quite heavy after a while but reader doesn't give a damn and enjoys it even more and persuades to not shield her or himself with his infinity so he gives in to her and they just enjoy themselves a lot in the rain lol and when the rain finally stops,he carries her her while holding her heels ( yes ik this is cute 🤭) and when they reach gojo's penthouse or whatever bcs he lives closer compared to her penthouse,a nsfw moment begins ehm ( pls don't invited bl*wjobs and i'd like reader to be more dom despite what position or whatever ) and next day he's cuddled to her chest and hugging her 🥹🥹♥️.soon,she finally gives him a chance and quite a while later,she's married w him after he proposes bcs manz RE-realises he's so in love w her n never getting escaping it but only fall deeper (that lovers of everytime to eternity n do anything for u kinda love simp n girlboss sexy n dangerous wife 🙏🙏🙏) but no one finds out abt their marriage because she's a private woman n also bcs she doesn't change her last name nor does have/want kids.

lol this is quite long,have a good day !

love ur writings n art 🌟

Life-fairy tale

paring: Gojo x reader

warnings: smut, angst, mentioned death

words: 3.4k

You still remember your husband's hair. His eyes. His smile. He was such a nice man. He was always able to help anyone. He was like a prince from a fairy tale. Friendly, brave and also handsome. He had almost no flaws.

But the only fault with him was that he was a soldier. This has ruined your relationship.

One moment turned three years of your marriage into hell. It changed your life so far…

Your life stopped the moment you went to check something out.

You loved your husband so much. And you regretted that when he left the house that day…

You wished you'd sent him a beaming smile the moment you said goodbye to him.

Your emotions have always been cold. Even though you truly loved him, and you showed it. You're not crazy like the others. You live at peace. Even though you don't show as much emotion as others still do, you're fine. Everything that was bothering you just stayed inside of you. You didn't show it. You didn't want to, and you can't cry in front of someone. You left your emotions to yourself.

You were not afraid to enter the hospital where many people were lying.

It was so cold there…

You've been watching people die for as long as you can remember.

Being a sorcerer doesn't add anything nice to your life. But the sight of a dead man or other creature doesn't bother you.

You've been practically learning about killing for years…

You were sad when you saw your husband's closed eyes, which always shone with a cheerful brown. His eyelids lay over his eyes, so you couldn't see the color.

You saw the hole in his hair where his skull was split open. A fragment where his golden hair was not at all. It was taped over for the appearance of his body.

You didn't cry looking at his dream.

You were sad. But you couldn't cry. It can happen to you too. Anytime. You'll join him someday. Someday you too will sleep peacefully and not worry about anything.

Your husband was killed during the intervention of the squad when the terrorists took over the building. Armed robbery they needed a military squad to help with.

There weren't many casualties.

One of them was your husband. Whose smile you'll never see again.

You got Prince Charming, but unfortunately you lost him.

It's because he wanted to help people…

He died to save someone's life…

But now he won't help your life…

You have lost someone close to you.

You are a Jujutsu sorcerer. And jujutsu sorcerers always lose something…

You are 30 years old.

You planned to start a family with your husband. For three years of marriage, you've thought about it. You were supposed to quit your dangerous job. To start a family.

You have a husband who was like a prince charming.

Or rather, you had a husband…

You are 30 years old, and you are a Jujutsu sorcerer. You are the widow of your husband, an army soldier. You have no family, no one has feelings for you.

For people you are emotionless, even though you can love and want to be loved.

You want someone to be next to you. You don't like being alone. When you're lonely, it's cold.

You have a cold heart, but you are a loving person.

A heart of ice can be warmed, but it can also warm.

You just need to hold your heart to another heart that beats for you.

"I heard what happened. I'm sorry, (y/n)-san."

You heard a voice behind you.

You turned around to see the tall white haired man.

"Gojo."

"Hi." He smiled at you. "Your face always reminds me of Megumi and Maki. As for them too, they told me you gave them a good workout. A day later, their muscles were hell." He chuckled as he stepped closer.

You looked at him with the same expression on your face. Ordinary face.

"You know, I'm here now to tell you my condolences… You must have taken the loss of your husband very hard."

"It's the same funeral as anyone else. Even though I will miss him… I can't help it. At least he died doing what he always wanted to do…"

"If you want, I'm always there for comfort. I'm good at hugging." He extended his hands towards you.

He moved closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, bringing you closer to his chest.

You looked at him questioningly, raising your eyebrows slightly.

"Uuh. Just like Megumi…" He laughed. "We don't know each other very well, but I think it's enough to invite you to something, for example? Would you like a drink? Or eat something? You know… Just like we used to go out as a group…"

"Gojo, that's why Utahime-chan hates you. Because you still wanted to spend time with us…" You pulled away from him.

"…It's not my fault that it was even fun to hear others consider us a couple…" He murmured softly, scratching his chin.

"Was it fun for you? You know that wasn't true." You replied to him.

You don't mind talking to him. It's not that you don't like him. You just don't feel any affection for him other than friendship. Maybe not even friendship. You are friends from work who spent time together for the sake of other friends. Utahime would like to see Shoko.

"It was cool for me because I might like you." He said with a small smile as he rubbed the back of his head. "I just find you an admirable person and I like you."

Your face was completely different from what he wanted. He wanted you to blush. To show you're a little embarrassed.

"uh? No enchantment in your eyes…" he muttered sadly.

"I'm not impressed with you coming up to me and telling me you like me. It's not something I like."

"Should I do something else to win your heart?" he asked calmly.

"Impress me in some way. Be what you think you can impress me." You said looking at his face.

"That is?"

"It depends on you. You don't know me that much, but I think enough to guess anything." You looked at your phone. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

You turned around and walked forward, feeling his energy the same. This flow does not change. He is neither happy nor sad. He's acting normal. As always.

Standing and looking at the back of your head, he thought about what you said.

Until he finally got an idea.

Since life for you has never been like a fairy tale to read, maybe he can make you feel like you're living in a fairy tale for at least one evening.

You can smile too. And he knows it.

You are the person who deserves a good life.

There has never been a fairy tale for you in life. It was just ordinary life.

Even though Gojo didn't know your husband, he knew that this man made you happy.

Maybe your husband made you feel special.

And if Gojo At least once makes you feel like in a fairy tale with him too?

Will you feel enchanted then? Will he impress you to look at him in a different way??

"I want to invite you to go out together today."

"Fine… I'll go out with you."

"Did you like the movie? Did you like the food?"

You looked at Gojo who was walking next to you, happy like a child.

You went to the cinema, then he took you to a restaurant. Could this evening have been better?

At least you escaped from sitting alone at home in front of the TV.

You left the house, and you had a nice time with him, even if you're just co-workers.

What are you supposed to do when he says he likes you?

It's his opinion who he likes. You can't forbid him, but you also don't want to hurt him.

For as many years as you've known him, she felt nothing for him. You don't want him to go through what you're going through with your loss. And he had a crush on you even though you were married… Who would have thought.

He is 2 years younger than you, Gojo already knows life. You knew he had been through as much as you. As much as you've been through. The loss of all loved ones.

Life for him was not a fairy tale. And you know he's a nice guy, just a little annoying.

If you cut out a few features, Gojo Satoru resembles your husband…

Like a prince charming, he lives in the world smiling.

Even though Gojo has a dark side that you can easily say doesn't belong to the prince.

"Hey, (y/n)? Can I talk to you like that? Just your name?" he asked, suddenly focusing your attention on his face.

"…Yeah… You can say that. And sorry, I thought…"

"That's fine. Let's hurry. Fooooo… It's getting cold."

"Are you cold?" You asked as you walked over to him.

"No. But I'm afraid the weather will be bad on my first date with you."

"Date? Is this a date for you?" You asked.

"Sure. I consider it a date. Don't you like that?" He murmured, waiting for your reply with patience.

"I do not mind." you smiled slightly.

And that was the moment he was so glad to see your smile. He was so happy.

You just smiled at him.

"And I don't mind the weather either. If you want to know what I liked most about this evening…" You looked at the moon floating in the sky. "…this is the walk. I missed night walks. Especially when it was a bit windy and moonlit night. I missed it so much…"

"It's okay. I like this evening. It's so beautiful right now." He said looking directly at you.

It was beautiful not only because the moon was shining so brightly.

It was beautiful because you were standing there next to him. Looking at the moon.

"Aren't you cold? You can catch a cold. You don't have a warm jacket." said Gojo, pointing at you.

"It's okay. I'll bear it. It's not far from my house yet." You said watching the clouds go by.

When you heard a shuffling next to you, you looked sideways at him.

You saw him pull his jacket off his body, adjust the sleeves and everything, then he stepped closer to you.

"…Gojo?"

You were silent as you felt the light weight of a warm jacket on your shoulders.

You felt warm right away. The cold didn't touch you.

It was very nice of him. Even if he didn't have to.

You remember how your husband warmed you during your evening walks together. When it got cold.

He was always there to give you some warmth. If not with clothes, then with his arm or even warming you with words.

Gojo didn't even know your husband, so why are they acting so similar to you?

Because to both of them, you deserve a fairy tale life.

Life like a fairy tale, only for you. They both show that you deserve the best good that can be.

Even though the two of them had never met, they were compatible.

They both loved you and wanted to bring a smile to your face.

They both wanted to see you smile at them lovingly.

The only difference is that you loved your husband.

But you don't love Gojo.

Even if he wanted it.

Your heart cries. There are overcast clouds in your mind that sometimes release rain.

Your husband has been dead for a month.

Would it really be good for him that you dated someone after he died?

Your husband only wanted happiness for you.

But you don't know if he would like that.

"As long as you're happy, nothing else matters to me. I care about your happiness (y/n)."

Those were your husband's words

So if he wanted it, maybe he wouldn't be angry about it…

Maybe he won't be angry with you for giving Gojo a chance to lighten your heart.

Would you like your life to become a fairy tale? As it was before. Where every time you woke up there was some love next to you.

Even if you had your last name, not your husband's. Even if you didn't have children. You still felt very loved. He gave it to you.

If you gave Gojo a chance, would he do the same?

It won't hurt you to try…

You don't want to break his heart.

And you don't want to be heartbroken when all of this turns out not to be true either.

You want to give him a chance.

"Oh, come closer to me. It's starting to rain and we don't have an umbrella." He said suddenly, seeing drops of water starting to fall from the sky. More and more.

You looked at the puddles forming in front of you, thinking how cool it would be to feel the water on your skin.

You suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him closer as you walked briskly.

He pulled you to his chest, giving you a smile.

He was smiling because he saw your smile.

Pushing him slightly away from you, you stepped away from him and started walking under the rain.

Watching the drops fall in front of you.

Feeling the cool drops hit your skin. They get into your clothes.

Every time you walked away from him, moments later he would reappear behind you, holding you by the waist. Hugging you lightly.

You got tangled in his hands. And as you twirled around laughing, it felt like you were both dancing.

Looking into his eyes, you saw nothing like your husband.

And that's what it was all about.

You were supposed to write a life fairy tale together.

Your fairy tale.

You never knew Gojo lived so close to you.

One street away.

However, from where you came from, it was better to go to him. His house was a little closer than yours.

That's why when he carried you down the sidewalk with your shoes in his hand, he completely forgot that he could turn on infinity so he wouldn't have to get wet with you.

But what is it for? Your clothes stuck together as your bodies kept each other warm that evening.

He didn't care that his hair was flat and stuck to his face. He didn't care that his clothes were so soaked with water that no more water was soaking in.

He was only focused on you being in his arms. Holding his neck tight as you look at him.

When you hug him to keep from falling to the ground. Staring into his eyes with a smile. In his whole face. Looking at every line of his face. Memorizing every shape.

Even white eyelashes with little drops of water on them.

Just as a writer starts a story with something, you start yours with something.

You started inconspicuously.

And now you two end up together, close.

Gojo is different than your husband.

They differ in appearance.

They differ in height, slightly body shape.

And also that Gojo's penis is bigger.

You neither expected nor wanted your first date to turn into an adventure in bed.

Even if it could look like that, it won't.

You don't want a fleeting partner.

Now you want Gojo to give you some love.

He will be your springboard from losing love.

He will help you bounce back and then he will hold you. You will bounce back from this together.

Holding each other in their arms.

You're not a one-night stand. And that's what you're showing him.

You want to feel good.

Just like him.

So you clung to his thighs, gasping back as you started bouncing on his cock. Giving him a view of your bouncing breasts in front of him.

Giving him the opportunity to moan.

You never expected that someone who is such a strong sorcerer would allow someone to control him.

To you, Gojo was a guy who needed direction.

No doubt he knows what to do.

But you know that you can do it better for him.

Make him more submissive. And he'll let you fuck him.

Make you use his cock for your pleasure and his.

And he, like a good boy, will let you. And he will moan for you too.

Quiet moans and grunts every time your loins meet his hips.

Standing in a crouch above him, you wiggled your ass so that he would come in and out of you. You took him deep to feel him as deeply as possible. Feeling the long cock kissing your insides so deep.

As he placed his hands on your thighs, he placed one hand on his wrist. Holding him as you purred as you rode him.

You ran your hand over his balls, feeling his length quiver.

As he began to push his hips up, you pulled him out of you and left him unwrapped and warm.

As you massaged your clitoris, you ran your other hand very slowly along the base of it, causing him to have a sudden orgasm as you slid your hand up, taking your fingers off of his..

You watched as his cum leaked out in short spurts.

You lowered yourself and laid your breasts against his quivering length. Making more of his white fluid shoot out when touched, staining your skin. As he moaned out of his orgasm, you didn't stop touching yourself. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you looked at his cock as it slowly snuggled more and more into the softness of your tits.

While he was hard, you got up and sat on top of him, hearing him choke out as your pussy sucked him inside.

Running your fingers over your sensitive bud, you came, crushing his cock with your orgasm. Watching his stomach muscles quiver with sensitivity to your action.

You're not a one-night stand.

You found out a few weeks ago.

Especially when you heard that he's inviting you on another, fourth date this week. That was the moment when that date was the most important thing in your life with him. Changing your life.

Your dates often ended like the first one. Nice evening, then sex.

No matter where you spend your time, you're fine. Cinema, restaurant, amusement park, even just a walk.

It made you feel so special.

He was showing you that he really loves you, that you can feel loved. It doesn't matter at what point.

Nobody found out about anything. Maybe they knew you were a couple.

But no one knew that you became the wife of a man named Gojo Satoru.

You don't have his name. You are not planning to have children yet.

You live as you lived with your last, late husband.

Happy in love.

They both don't care who you are.

They both loved you for it.

Your fairy tale ended when your husband died.

But your fairytale life started when you said a few words to Gojo at your wedding.

Life has never been perfect. Life can never be a fairy tale.

But love can make you feel like you're living in a fairy tale.

Everyone deserves love, and everyone can start feeling like life is a fairy tale too.

All you need is the right person who you love and who won't leave you.

Everyone can find a life-fairy tale. All you have to do is follow your heart and do what you want. So that you don't listen to anyone who thinks they know what's good for you.

You gave Gojo a chance to impress you. And thus began your story in a fairy tale. Even if not everything can be perfect, the only thing that matters is that you will be together.

Gojo captivated you with how much he cared

His words could also be captivating. Those were words you've heard before. From the man who gave you your first fairytale life, with happiness.

Satoru repeated this, showing that he knew what you needed.

You don't need an ideal because ideals don't exist.

The moment he proposed to you.

"I know I'm not perfect… But I love you. Tell me what I can change to become that ideal for you."

All you could do at that moment was silence him because you couldn't listen to what he was saying.

And kiss him, accepting his love.

[madam-wakefield]

Family Artwork

Just a little fic for the first day of @berenaadvent and the 3rd day prompt “Silhouette”

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If you’d told a 15 year old Bernie that one day she’d have a wife she’d have told you you were crazy. Of course by then she knew she had feelings for women, she also knew she was destined to join the army and that she would never share that first fact with another living sole.

If you’d have told a 35 year old Bernie that she’d have a wife one day she’d have told you that she’d lost her chance. That she’d made her choice to join to RAMC and marry Marcus. She’d have said that for her the legalisation of gay and lesbian people serving openly in the British army had come too late. Of course she was overjoyed it had finally happened but it was still too late for her.

If you’d have told a 51 year old Bernie that she’d have a wife one day she’d have told you that she was no good at relationships. That she’d ruined her marriage, ruined her friendship with Alex through the affair that had led to the breakdown of everything else.

Yet here she is now 62 years old, watching her three grandchildren, Florence, Mabel and Ezra and one grandniece, Greta, run towards the castle, as she walks hand in hand with her wife down Disney’s Main Street, on what is unfortunately the last day of their holiday. She struggles still sometimes, still has days where she is riddled with guilt about all the mistakes she’s made in her life, but right here right now she knows she’s exactly where she should be.

Her and her wife are lucky enough that they have a certain calibre of job, that has afforded them a comfortable life, so last year in lieu of Christmas presents they’d revealed they were taking their children and each of their grandchildren, and of course Jason and his daughter to Disney World.

It of course had taken a lot of logistics to ensure both Bernie and Serena, as well as Cameron and Morven, Charlotte and Lizzie, Elinor and Grant and Jason and Greta could all have holiday at the same time. They’ve been naughty and taken the grandchildren out of school, no way they could have organised everyone’s time off work with a school holiday. It’s all be so worth it though, the memories they’ve made together, these past two weeks, as a big giant mixed up family have been more than worth it. And Bernie knows that despite all the mistakes she’s made this is exactly where she’s meant to be, that she’s truly happy.

“You alright?” Serena says squeezing her hand, lets Bernie know she’s been quiet and musing just a little too long.

“Yes just thinking about how happy I am,” it’s as she turns to smile at Serena that she spots it. The silhouette studio off to her right. The images look so beautiful, can’t help built stop and look, the sudden and unexpected pause pulling on Serena’s arm and putting her just a little off balance. Bernie helps steady her, apologising earnestly. Before pointing and speaking

“Aren’t they beautiful?” She watches as Serena catches sight of them, eyes going wide.

“They are but from the look in your face you already have an idea forming in your head.” Serena says nudging her gently. Bernie loves the fact the woman she married can read her every expression, that she doesn’t have to hide herself.

“The art work that we have never been able to find for above the fireplace, I think we might have found it. Five of these, one for each little family arranged together to make a five like on a dice.”

Bernie allows herself to be pulled to face Serena, moulds easily as Serena leans in to kiss her quick and gentle. “You my dear are a genius, they’d look beautiful.”

That is how the next hour finds each little family in turn sitting for a silhouette. Serena and Bernie go first, their grandchildren looking in awe as the artist freehand cuts their joint silhouette out of the black card, before placing it inside the thick black oval frame. Charlotte, Lizzie and Mabel go next, being the eldest grandchild she always says it’s her job to show the others how to behave. Elinor, Grant and Erza go next, Erza is the youngest of their grandchildren, is a little impatient to get to some more rides. So after they’ve finished they send them on their way with Charlotte, Lizzie and Mabel. Tell them they’ll message when they’ll finish. Jason offers for Cameron, Morven and Florence to go next, Bernie and Serena know it’s because he doesn’t want the audience as he sits for his portrait so sends them to join Charlotte and Elinor after they’ve finished. They themselves wander slowly around the shop for the length of time it takes Jason’s little family to be finished.

It’s Bernie who takes the two bags with the carefully wrapped frames and keeps them safe for the rest of the day. That evening when they stand together to watch the fireworks, Bernie can’t help but watch Serena’s silhouette, illuminated by the colourful lights she looks as beautiful as ever and Bernie’s breath is once again take away by how lucky she is.

When they get home, Serena takes the suitcase and sets about sorting the washing while Bernie takes the bags containing the five silhouette portraits, grabs the stepladder and her tool kit and sets about finally adding their fireplace art to the living room. Every day from then on it’s her little reminder of the family she gets to call hers, of everything that is good in her world. That somehow all the decisions in her life have led to this and that there is nothing she’d rather have more and no where else she’d rather be.

[aajjks]

reward!jungkook

“i can’t believe that fucker” hoseok curses as he paces back and forth seething in anger. sitting to syelle’s left is jorja, hoseok’s girlfriend of 4 years who runs her hand up and down the upset woman as she continues to cry with her palms covering her face. syelle feels so embarrassed and betrayed. what makes it worse is that despite what happened, she still loves him.

syelle still has hopes that he’ll come back to her they’ll make up. he won’t divorce her he’ll just…

“that asshole doesn’t deserve you, sy” says hoseok as he kneels down to remove his friend’s hands from her face. “he screwed her for god knows how long in YOUR bed, sy. he basically left you for a fucking murderer. don’t you DARE think about going back to him”

hoseok softly places his hands on syelle’s wet face and wipes the tears from her freckled face before whispering “you’re so much better than y/n, sy. he lost a good thing and i’m going to make sure i fuck him up for breaking your heart because i warned him about that crazy bitch. i fucking—“

hoseok sighs before rising to his feet and running to his bedroom to throw on a pair of running shoes to match his sweatpants and regular tee.

“hoseok, where are you going?” jorja asks but she already has a feeling.

“i’m going to fuck jungkook up, that’s where i’m going. i TOLD him she was bad news. he didn’t even have the decency to screw the crazy bitch in a hotel room!!! i’ll be back, jo”

“hoseok!! stop!! no don’t hurt him!!” syelle cries but her friend is already out of the door with his keys in hand. while hoseok gets in his car, he dials up seokjin, another friend of both his and jungkook’s.

“what’s up—?”

“jungkook cheated on sy”

“….huh?”

“jeon jungkook cheated on sy with y/n”

“didn’t we tell him not to talk to her? what the hell is thinking”

“yeah, i’m on my way to his house right now”

“wait, how do you know this? where’s syelle?”

“she’s with jo and syelle CAUGHT them fucking in her bed, jin!”

“goddamit hoseok!!” curses jin as he rushes to put his clothes on. syelle is like a sister to hoseok and he made it VERY CLEAR that if jungkook so as hurt a hair on her little head he’d have no choice but to break bro code and kill him.

“hoseok, he’s our friend! i’m sure it was for a reason—“

“OUR friend?! no, he’s YOUR friend”

“hoseok, don’t do anything stupid! hoseok? HOSEOK!!!”

without parking properly (at all), hoseok gets out of his car and runs up to jungkook’s front door and bangs on it repeatedly. the moment jungkook opens the door, hoseok doesn’t hesitate to punch the young man right in his face.

The punch feels like hell-it fucking burns. Thank God it was not his nose because he would be bleeding right now, but he is sure that his lip is bleeding.

It’s Jung Hoseok.

“what the fuck man!” Jungkook had just finished crying and showering, he can’t believe you left him-he can’t believe that he broke his wife’s heart.

He deserves his punch, and he deserves way more than this actually. “W-Where the hell is she?” He asks for his wife, he’s in no position to do that, but she left the house, heartbroken and terrified

At least now she knows the truth but what is the point? You were selfish and you left him, and now his marriage is also ruined, but he will free her from him.

She deserves to live a free life, and he deserves to be with no woman at all. You taught him a good lesson.

“I..I fucked up! I cheated, but I’m in love with yn!” He cries again. “Syelle knew everything that I didn’t love her.” Jungkook presses on his lip.

At least now he knows that she’s safe with hoseok-but where the fuck are you? Probably fucking someone else right now.

Ugh that hurts his heart.

“Please.. tell her I’m sorry, but she needs to divorce me and she deserves better.”

[ondeemand]

The Stranger (2020) Review

SPOILERS FOR THE NETFLIX SERIES THE STRANGER (2020)

This review is going to contain spoilers for the entire series, and I really do believe the best part of it is the mystery, so please go check out this series before reading if you haven’t already. It’s only eight episodes, about 40–45 minutes each. You have been warned.

Pros/Things I Liked About It

Really great cast. I hadn’t seen the majority of these actors in anything before, but everyone’s performances were pretty good.

○ Richard Armitage my beloved ○ Also a fun surprise to see Ritu Arya :D

Adam being a family man and being so sweet with his boys. It was really nice to see a depiction of a dad who doesn’t think of it as being a glorified babysitter, but as being a parent. He’s vulnerable and sweet, openly affectionate, and does his best to support them. Such a very refreshing take for a suburban dad character in media.

I love the overall theme of “doing crazy things for the people we love, even if it harms them.” It was said most blatantly by Michaela (Ritu Arya) when she said she was going to stay with her fiancé despite him leaking a private video of her. She said something to the effect of  “he did it because he wanted me for himself. Who wouldn’t want to be loved that much?” I don’t personally agree with this in real life, but I love the sentiment that love can be a driving force for both good and for bad.

○ Corinne faked a pregnancy and miscarriage, traumatizing Adam with the false death of a future child, because she knew he was cheating and wanted to keep their family together. ○ Martin Killane killed his wife, giving his daughter Chris all sorts of abandonment issues and complexes, so that he could continue to raise her and spend time with her. ○ Tripp stole money from the football club and killed Corinne to cover it up so he could take care of his family, lying to them every day and ending up dead over it. ○ Daisy thought Mike released revealing pictures of her little sister (fabricated, but still) and ruined her life, so she spiked his joint with PCP to humiliate him. ○ Katz worked for a scummy business man, giving up his morals as a policeman and killing innocent people so he could afford treatment for his sick daughter. ○ Adam, in the end, kills Tripp for revenge despite how it risked him leaving his sons all alone. ○ (Some of these weren’t directly harmful to the person they loved most, but still harm them though circumstance and proves the point that love can be a corrupting force. It’s a really interesting theme to explore, especially in a story that was already so steeped in mystery and had a lot of plot threads to deal with.)

The mystery was so incredibly intriguing. It throws so many threads at you, some of which are red herrings, but it always kept me guessing and theorizing. I was constantly turning all the details around in my head and trying to predict the ending. I cannot emphasize enough how excited I was to sit down and watch more episodes every night.

The way Corinne haunts the narrative is fantastic, I love when this happens in media. She looms over the story and we only really get to know her through flashbacks, stories, and videos. It really helps add to the mystery and keep you guessing as to what happened to her and what she’s done.

Really cool transitions between shots, mostly when there are flashbacks/Adam is thinking about Corinne. They’re just so smooth and seamless, and really adds to the previous idea of Corinne haunting the narrative.

If you’re a fan of flawed/morally gray characters, this is the show for you. None of the main characters in this show are perfect people, even if some are more flawed than others. Even our main character Adam, a great dad who loves his family, cheated on his wife, ends the series as a murderer, and pins it on a man who didn’t do it. And the teens in this show are no exception, some of them are straight up criminals. Each character has a different moral compass, and it invites really interesting discussions about their actions and intentions. This also ties back to the theme I mentioned earlier about loving someone so much you do bad things.

Cons/Things I Disliked About It

Who bit the fucking alpaca?? Why draw attention to the human bite mark on its leg and the fact that whoever did it was missing a tooth and then not resolve it??? You can assume that Mike bit it because he’s the one who cut off its head, but it’s never confirmed and I don’t think he’s missing a canine tooth? I know that mystery shows often include red herrings, there are even some others in this very show, but this one felt like too strange and specific a detail to leave unresolved.

Some of the more intense scenes (mostly the chase scenes) felt underwhelming and kind of cheap. The one between Adam and Chris especially felt like it dragged on for way too long.

Ingrid was an underutilized and unnecessary character. I get that she was meant to help humanize the Stranger and show that she’s going too far with things/making it too personal, as well as to give perspective to her actions, but it isn’t conveyed very well. Not enough time was given to develop that dynamic, so she ended up being a glorified plot device. She was mostly just there to help track down the Stranger, only to die at the end without even showing much of how the Stranger was impacted by the death.

The last episode felt really rushed. The Stranger was revealed to be Kilane’s daughter Chris, and then it’s revealed she’s actually Adam’s half-sister, then Katz kills Ingrid, shoots Chris, and gets arrested. Then Chris gives Adam the gun on the way to the hospital and points him in the direction of Bob, who then points him in the direction of Tripp, who reveals the murder. Adam kills him, then a sudden six month time skip shows that he and Johanna covered it up, and that Chris is back on the run. It was a lot thrown at us all at once, especially considering the relatively slower pacing leading up to this episode. I think this would have benefited from being a full 10 episodes, both for pacing and for fleshing out characters like Ingrid and Olivia more.

The death of Corinne and Tripp being the mastermind, while tragic in its simplicity, doesn’t quite make sense to me. I know Corinne and Adam had a fight, but even at the time I wondered why they all didn’t drive to the school for the awards together? And if they were going to go separately, it would take a long time for Tripp to clean up a murder scene, bury the body at a remote cabin, clean and dump the car somewhere else, and get back in time for the award ceremony. Not to mention he had Corinne’s phone, outmaneuvered everyone at the train station, outran them AGAIN at the bridge, and somehow dropped the phone and hid without anyone seeing him and his bright ass track jacket crouching in some bushes.

I get that Adam and Chris have a fairly large age gap, probably about 20 years minimum, but he really didn’t know her at all? Never visited home, never saw any pictures, never came over to support his old family friend when his wife “walked out on him?”

○ You could mention that Killane keeps all the photos of his family in a box somewhere. Maybe they’re too painful to look at since his wife “abandoned” him and his child doesn’t speak to him. Maybe he keeps them packed because part of him knows he’s going to lose the appeal and wants to keep them safe. Either of these would show an interesting side to him, and explain why Adam never saw Chris’ face before. ○ Or, you could have Adam mention a few times that she looks a little familiar, like he’s seen her somewhere before but can’t place it. That keeps you intrigued, that keeps you guessing. And when the reveal happens, you could say he only met her a handful of times when she was really little, which explains the vague familiarity but why he wouldn’t be able to connect the dots. ○ A fun side note: When they were talking about Chris before the reveal I noticed that Adam used they/them pronouns for her, so I thought the reason Kilane’s kid wasn’t speaking to him was because they transitioned and Adam was just being supportive lmao. It was done to make you think Kilane had a son to make the connection more hidden, but Chris is transgender in my heart now. She even mentioned a surgery she got at 18 and I really thought they were about to confirm her as a trans woman, but alas, no such luck. If she was trans though, that could have been a reason for Adam to have known her as a child, but not recognize her today.

The reveal overall that Chris and Adam were related felt kind of forced/there weren't enough hints. There was the scene where she confronted Adam’s/her dad about having a secret baby (her), but I don’t think that was enough. Also, the way they phrased the line that Chris’ mom "married a bad man" made me think it was an awful step father, not a man who raised her from birth/was assumed to be her bio dad the whole time. It was another move to throw us off the scent, but I think it worked a little too well and made the reveal too jarring.

I wish Chris stayed and got to be a part of Adam's family :( She was blackmailing people, which is a crime, but if Johanna was willing to cover up a murder for Adam, I think they could let this one slide. Then she could be a part of the family she never got to have, and Adam would be able to support her so she didn't have to resort to blackmailing people. I also thought this whole ordeal taught her that sometimes it's not the right thing to reveal these huge secrets, so I don't really see her going back to that life in the end.

The explanation at the very end of pinning Tripp’s death on Katz doesn’t really make sense to me. His gun was the murder weapon, yes, but Tripp died hours after Katz was arrested. I guess since Johanna was helping to cover it up she could have flubbed any details they needed, but that only takes you so far.

○ Did they bury him and claim he was missing? If so, how would they prove a murder had taken place? ○ If they “discovered” Tripp in the woods, then him being outside would have helped speed up decomp, but Katz’s whereabouts were pretty well documented that day (at home, kidnapped Johanna, ran off but was being tracked with Johanna’s phone, drove to the Stranger’s apartment, got arrested). I could only see it working if they claimed he killed Tripp early in the day when no one could account if he was home, but Tripp was also doing stuff that day, so the timelines wouldn’t match up. ○ Pinning Corinne’s death on Katz makes it make marginally more sense, like maybe Tripp followed him to the burial site and was killed, but again the timeline just doesn’t add up. ○ This ties back to my point of the end episode being rushed, another episode or two would have given more time to explain this, or come up with a better explanation entirely.

I wish we got to see Mike after the six month time skip. His dad was killed, and even though he sucked, Mike didn’t know that. I wish we got to see him hanging out with Thomas and Daisy, or off on his own looking sad, or just mention that he wasn’t at the game because he’s still grieving.

TLDR

Overall, I really enjoyed myself while watching this series (the Cons list looks longer than the Pros but I promise I’m just over analyzing a few small details). The ending felt fairly rushed and a little lackluster, but this was a lot more about the journey than the destination for me. It also wasn’t so egregious an ending that it made me actually angry (cough cough Umbrella Academy cough), so I’m able to look past it for enjoyment’s sake.

7.93/10

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"No, darling, I love to see others in relationship," she corrected him softly, because truly there was little she found more adorable than to see two people act the way her parents did. "But going fast, as fast as Mary? That's what terrifies me. My parents were impossibly lucky in that, but their first weeks together involved fighting for their lives, it's not easy to lie about your true self then. And when it comes to me... you know I trust people to be good, I'd trust friends with my life, but that... that kind of trust Mary has, giving her life to him, so sure he won't destroy it... I can only shudder. Because there are lovely marriages out there, but there are also the ones where I had to watch the wife's burial." Not as many in her kingdom, perhaps because women knew that their princess would directly act to protect them, and that had, at least for now, changed they way people approached marriage, but there had been enough that even now Emma could feel goosebumps. And some, some could not be stopped by any law.

"And yet you still…?"

Still what? She looked at him with genuine worry, because what else could he be asking, if not why then she didn't trust him.

"Do you realize how much you've helped me? Emma, these past few months..."

She shook her head, not really seeing the great 'help' she had supposedly brought, especially not now that she was clearly causing him distress. Whatever good she had done, she must have just ruined.

"the people in question just know."

She took a moment to swallow the pain his words caused, lowering her head and trying to let it go. "I don't... think my heart works like that anymore..." Emma whispered. Given the way she had approached her dalliance with Arian, expecting marriage and happiness despite him giving her all sorts of signs that he didn't like her, let alone love her, she had no doubt that if she had never met him she'd still be that naive - if not married yet, she'd have likely been trying to charm Ben with the intention of snatching him home. Now, however, she was on the opposite, extreme, side.

"But...you confess to it being the truth? You know my words to be true, and you understand there is reason to what I'm saying, so surely that means...? That perhaps one day...?"

She nodded at his first questions, she owed him the full truth, but stopped at his perhaps, because she could not give him false hope. Instinctively taking a step back when she saw him tensing up, she expected anger and then felt disappointed in herself for it, yet validated in her fear that she'd never stop reacting that way if even a man like Ben could scare her when simply discussing a hypothetical relationship.

"I'm not going anywhere. You may hate me and push me away if you so choose, but...I won't let you go through this alone. You don't have to be alone. Not anymore."

"I deserve to be alone," she replied simply, the one sentence that didn't have her voice shake with fear or pain. She was the cause of it, after all - but it did feel odd to be so brutally honest with him about that, when up until that day she had been relentlessly positive. Still, that was the truth. Ben hadn't spoken of wanting to be with her as a partner in life, so she couldn't exactly point out that she couldn't give him what he wanted, if no wanting had been outwardly expressed.

"You don't understand... with Arian... it was my fault too. I let him hurt me like this, if I saw a man act with another woman the way he did with me now, I'd beat him to a pulp. But I let him. And it wasn't even... it wasn't even that bad, I can assure you that," she shrugged helplessly, "It wasn't that bad and yet I fell apart. In ways I can't..." She couldn't tell him, could she? Her parents had never forced her to keep it a secret, but as much as being melancholic could suit a poet, a princess would be called crazy and the throne questioned. "I don't think I'll ever be able to even say the words a man should hear. I can't stop myself from waiting for pain either. If you..." she paused, and slowly tried again: "If you and I... if you and I tried... something like that... it doesn't matter how great I know you to be, the fear would come from me. And I wouldn't be able to control it, to tell myself you wouldn't hurt me. I'd still flinch. I'd still wait for it. And that's just... that's unfair. To you. Because you are..." she gestured at him and turned around to take a few steps and wipe her tears, "Look at you, you are the perfect man, and I'm the one who is broken, and it will not go away. He's in my head. He will always be in my head. Because I should have saved myself, at least, to be free, but I didn't, and I will always be the girl who couldn't."

The longer Emma spoke, the deeper the heartache that seared into her words, writhing and twisting like an unsettled snake. "I've just seen so much, Ben," she whimpered. "I know it looks like nothing has touched me, but the memories haunt me. I can't let them show on the outside, but at a time like this... I've seen too much, I think."

"It truly pains you? To see others...in any sort of relationship?" Benjamin pressed, struggling to understand. "But what about your parents? I know I've only just met them, but do they not prove true how love exists? That there can be and are positive, wonderful relationships to be had in this world?"

Emma spoke his name then, soft and distant, and with glassy tears in her eyes. Voice laced with sorrow, she explained, "It takes time to know someone. It takes seeing them the way I've seen you: happy, mad, sad, frustrated... I have no doubt that you'd treat a woman the way... any woman would want and deserve to be treated."

"And yet you still...?" Trailing off, Benjamin swallowed back the words, unsure if he could handle a candid answer -- or rather, unsure if he could comprehend the complete fear and revulsion and self-loathing. The way her body curled inward and she seemed physically repulsed by her own private horrors brought a strong ache to his throat, and on impulse, he reached up and took her face between his hands, gently stroking. "Do you realize how much you've helped me? Emma, these past few months..." He faltered again, the lump in his throat nearly strangling him. "Em, I do understand that some things take time, but then other times...well...the people in question just know. Their hearts can never be plainer than what they feel."

To his horror, the tears welled up in Emma's eyes and threatened to spill over. "I can't...trust when it comes to love. Trust a man like Mary does? When all that matters are feelings and I can forget all my worries? I can't... I can't not worry. I can't feel safe."

All at once, Benjamin dropped his hands from her face, fearing that his touch might have prompted such panic. As she continued onward in her confession, the painful throb in his heart spread, leaving him dizzy and winded as he struggled to absorb this new facet to her soul.

"I will always be afraid," she continued. "I'm too broken to be able to feel the truth in what you are saying, and as such I should not... be with a good man who is kind to me. Because I can never give him what he deserves. I hope you can see that now, before..."

Unbidden, Benjamin's heart leapt with hope, jangling about between his ribs. "But...you confess to it being the truth?" he prodded. "You know my words to be true, and you understand there is reason to what I'm saying, so surely that means...? That perhaps one day...?" Swallowing back the words, he yearned to reach for her again, but instead abruptly tamped back the urge, unwilling to corner her when she appeared so lost and forlorn. Shoulders tensing, he concluded, "I'm not going anywhere. You may hate me and push me away if you so choose, but...I won't let you go through this alone. You don't have to be alone. Not anymore."

[neverloseguy]

A summary of NLGVerse (since I'm too lazy to write fanfics)

Click below to read more.

So you know Knelson (left) and Embel (right), the dynamic duo that met together in a quest to exact the revenge against the former's wife who turned out to be a stinky bandit and ruined his life. Knelson is a retired Seraph, Embel is a bounty hunter. A cranky, out-of-touch middle-aged man and a maliciously psychotic woman hellbent on hunting down other people. What could go wrong?

A lot went wrong actually. Failed attempts at catching Condina (the said stinky bandit on the left), who turned out to have some kind of "relationship" with Cyrus (right), eventually led to a situation where the latter two had an upper hand and put Knelson onto a situation where he had to choose: does he pursue with a journey of vengeance by any means necessary, or save his (crazy) partner who has gone through hell and back with him trying to make his wish come true?

For the first time in his life, Knelson finally stops and thinks what's worth more, so of course he chose to save Embel, or rather tried to, because it turned out those two were dickheads and fucked him over anyway, resulting in him (seemingly dying) in front of Embel, who was then captured by those two to toy around with, typical bad guy stuff.

But of course, Knelson didn't really die because Emilie (his daughter) managed to save his life and decided to come up with a plan to save Embel and put an end to this bloodshed. The two succeeded in executing said plan and Knelson had the chance to kill them both.

But he didn't, because he finally realized how *meaningless* this whole thing was. How far he has fallen to the obsession of revenge that he didn't even bother to go and find his daughter when they were separated (more on that later). How he became his wife's victim of manipulation again and again, who took advantage of his rage and anger and dangled it around like some kind of animal.

Knelson has had enough. He didn't want to kill her anymore, because there was no point in that anymore. He has found his daughter, who by that time was raised without him, and he has found his partner who despite being an ass to him, would never let him down. He has found peace.

But of course, Condina wasn't happy with that, and she tried to take this chance of revelation to kill him.

...which...was a bad idea, because it turned out her daughter Emilie has had enough to, and had to put her down to protect her father, and thus spelled an end to Condina as we know it.

After this whole thing happened, there are two series of events that are...sort of intertwined with one another, but one character in particular was involved in both stories.

Enter Sasha, a young bandit who was born from a family, whose father was later found guilty of criminal activities, and mother ditched her in some kind of...back alleyway I guess.

Anyway, Sasha found her new family who turned out to be some kind of bandits, and she was thus raised as one by a particularly mean thug who intended to use her as some kind of lieutenant. It was a tough life, but she had a life.

Until someone came to ruin it.

This man right here, only known as Mr. G, decided to kill all her friends and family, leaving only her alive to basically toy around with, giving her promise of seeing her adoptive father again, who conveniently perished at some point while he was doing his bandit thing. Sasha was in no position to decline this "offer" and became his lackey for his dastardly deeds.

But the man forgot that even Sasha has her own limits, and she even got so tired of his bullshit that she just ended up leaving on her own while he wasn't looking, giving her a chance to defect and run around for help. That was when she ran into none other than Knelson and Embel, who at that time were looking for some jobs to do after the whole Silverlake Saga.

What Sasha didn't realize though that Mr.G was banking on this. He knew she would ditch him at some point and bring people to him, which ended up playing right into his hands, as he eventually revealed Sasha's adoptive father...who turned out to be none other than...

Smith. Yes, the big giant metal machine thingy. That's the asshole bandit who conveniently died just before Sasha's family was murdered. While she and Embel were handling this big guy, Knelson had a duel with Mr.G, who was proven to be a pain in the ass to fight thanks to his Mesmerism, but eventually Knelson was able to kick his ass and put an end to his evil, and thus liberated Smith from his grasp.

You might be wondering: what about the 'other' story, then?

Remember what I said about Emilie? After the whole incident between Knelson and Condina, she was found on the streets by Reine (left) who she and her family decided to take her in and gave her all the necessities, effectively raising and molding her into a kind and loving figure. Once the whole Mr.G situation was dealt with, Emilie was recruited by a Whispers Agent known as Yuri (right), who ended up becoming a close friend with her. What she doesn't realize that she also ended up meeting Sasha, who recognized Emilie as Knelson's daughter when she talked about how he ended up burning his house down while he was having a fight with Condina. As such, Sasha ended up turning from being a distrusting member of the group, to some kind of...a big step-sister, if you will.

Emilie also got to meet Nellen (left), who was essentially the tech girl of the group, and Justine (right), a senior Agent responsible for giving her group tasks and missions to carry through. It was also revealed at some point that Justine has a connection with Embel (again), and by that extent Knelson as well.

The Whispers group ended up having to deal with Skia, a very skilled assassin with some kind of wallhax that proved to be difficult to go after. As they began to discover more about her, Emilie has learned *a lot* about her connections with not just her enemy, but also a lot of others she has met before.

To summarize, Skia is essentially a result of live experimentation of a noble family, and that family ended up kidnapping Condina as a test subject prior to this. The experiment was shut down however due to Cyrus' intervention, fearing that the creation of a living weapon would threaten his family and alike.

This implies that:

Cyrus only "dated" Condina to kill her later (not that she wouldn't think the same).

Condina ended up having a "beta" version of Skia's power, which ended up inherited to Emilie as well, giving her an unnatural red eye color that she has covered up since then.

Reine's family who tried to keep Emilie safe from Cyrus and others, realized that keeping her with them would end up causing issues both for them and Emilie herself, so they had to kick her out even if it was a pain for them to do so.

The Whispers likely only recruited Emilie because of this web of connection between her and Skia, something that upset Emilie and Yuri had to go and comfort her.

Knelson ended up getting into this whole mess by marrying Condina and accepting help from Embel.

Embel likely knew about this whole thing and thus was able to get close and personal to Knelson, using the information gathered from the connections as a tool to gain his trust.

Yet despite all these, Emilie knew she had to confront her enemy eventually, and confront she did. She tried to use her kindness to convince Skia from going down this dark path of pain and misery, but being too far gone and directionless, she doubled-down on it and decided to attack her group, which ended up being a mistake that costed her life.

Twice now that Emilie had to put someone down out of necessity, first her mother, then her 'sister' that she empathized with. While she was...shocked to say the least, her friends didn't leave her side as she had feared, and instead welcomed her as a part of the Whispers family, giving her a place to finally call home.

[wow-its-me]

The Midnight Spider pt.3

You thought I was done ranting about my oc? You were wrong!

The third phase of Parker Peters’ story takes place in September, at the start of the school year. She goes to a small collage in NYC and is Majoring in conservation biology.

Her roommate Liz is a very blunt and aloof journalism major. Despite their differences Parker tried her best to befriend her. It doesn’t go too well at first.

Parker also quickly begins a rivalry with a class with Henry, a pretentious know-it-all, who seems to be hiding something…

Of course a new city mean new villains, and the criminals of NYC take notice of The Spider, and what starts as stopping robberies, turns to unraveling a much bigger scheme.

Did I mention she also started as a pizza delivery guy?

(Yeah, like most Spider-Men, she struggles with the whole “spreading yourself too thin” thing)

Trying to balance school, a job, a personal life, and a secret double life, is much harder than she anticipated.

Liz takes notice immediately. How Parker disappears for late hours into the night, how she’s always tired, how she disappears right before the Spider shows up, how she gets awkward when arachnids are even mentioned, vials of an odd serum, the way the window is left open with the screen popped out. What she swears it was a mask being kicked under her roommates bed.

What does she do with this information? Nothing. It’s none of her business. And frankly? She’s too busy with her own stuff to deal with that craziness. So Liz lives on pretending like she has no idea, sometimes doing little things to help Parker out.

The Midnight Spider is starting to connect the dots between recent attacks throughout the city, targeted at Alcemex employees. With odd tech similar to what she’s fought in the past, as well as chemical weapons like she’s never seen before. She comes to the conclusion that there will be an attack that night, at an investors gala at Alcemex. 

Attendees include Liz (Press! She’s an intern at a small newspaper), Henry (brought along by his father Norman), a few of her professors, Alcemex scientists, and the richest of New York elite.

Parker is almost certain that the attacks were caused by her classmate Harry, in an awful attempt to destroy Alcemex’s reputation, and get more investors to his family’s company, Oscorp.

Then their attacked, The Spider fights off the masked villain, and is doing fairly well, until a bomb causes a column to fall to the ground, saving the life of a bystander-

Henry?

Then who’s?

She doesn’t have time to rethink her suspects.

They continue their battle.

Liz helps evacuate the area with the first responders. Henry can’t find his father, he searches outside while Liz goes trough the building looking for him. To her own surprise, she finds him, tied up in a sound proof closet, he rambles on about being framed.

Outside the fight continues, the spider is able to take down the goblins hover-board, causing the villain to crash, slightly injured, and ripping green mask.

Norman tells Liz about how someone’s trying to boost his business, steal his fortune, then destroy his life.

The Spider, the Goblin, and Henry are isolated on a roof top. Finally removing the mask, The Goblin reveals her identity. Messy hair so blonde it’s white falls over her sunken face, Marilyn Osborn, Henry’s mother.

She gives her ‘join the dark side’ talk, targeted at her son.

She explains how her “little stunt” would ruin the Alcemex name, make them seem dangerous, sloppy, whilst also getting rid of it stealing their newest inventions. How she got Norman out of the way, so if things went wrong they could frame him for it. How she is just as intelligent and resourceful as her husband but people constantly forced her to become some quiet trophy wife instead. How she could set herself up to take over Oscorp. How they would live such a happier life together.

Henry sees through her and he works with The Spider to finish the fight and web her up for the cops.

Liz writes about it and gets a higher position at the paper she works for.

Parker calls Stacy and catches her up on all the crazy stuff she’s done- I MEAN WITNESSED

Stacey turns the story into a comic

Marilyn is arrested. But won’t serve what she deserves…. rich people.

Henry and Norman deal with the aftermath of the situation.

And Parker finally thinks her life is going back to normal (her version of normal)

But normal never lasts forever



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The Guest List | Lucy Foley | Published 2020 | *SPOILERS*

A wedding celebration turns dark and deadly in this deliciously wicked and atmospheric thriller reminiscent of Agatha Christie from the New York Times bestselling author of The Hunting Party. 

The bride. The plus one. The best man. The wedding planner. The bridesmaid. The body. 

On an island off the coast of Ireland, guests gather to celebrate two people joining their lives together as one. 

The groom: handsome and charming, a rising television star.  The bride: smart and ambitious, a magazine publisher. 

It’s a wedding for a magazine, or for a celebrity: the designer dress, the remote location, the luxe party favors, the boutique whiskey. The cell phone service may be spotty and the waves may be rough, but every detail has been expertly planned and will be expertly executed. 

But perfect is for plans, and people are all too human. 

As the champagne is popped and the festivities begin, resentments and petty jealousies begin to mingle with the reminiscenses and well wishes. The groomsmen begin the drinking game from their school days. The bridemaid not-so-accidentally ruins her dress. The bride’s oldest male friend gives an uncomfortably caring toast. 

And then someone turns up dead. Who didn’t wish the happy couple well? And perhaps more important, why? 

Jules is having a luxurious wedding on an island off of Ireland, where she is expecting to get back to her Irish roots. She is the head of an online magazine, and secured the island after making an agreement with Aoife, the owner of the Folly. She is marrying Will, star of a TV show called Survive the Night, where he is placed in extreme conditions and expected to survive, a show loosely based on a game he played at school with his friends called Survival. 

We have the perspectives of the bride, Jules; Hannah, Jules’s best friend’s wife; Olivia, Jules’ younger half sister and Johnno, the best man and Will’s best friend. 

The first night at the Folly is rough. Olivia isn’t like herself, and is feeling down and ultimately suicidal. Hannah is excited about the prospect of spending time with her husband, Charlie, without their two children for the first time in forever. Johnno wants to be there for his friend, and while this begins innocently enough quickly turns sour as we will come to find out, and finally, Jules, who is excited about the prospect of marrying her soulmate, despite having received a strange letter in her letterbox only stating that Will isn’t who she thinks he is and not to marry him, a letter she is choosing to ignore though it is eating her up inside. 

The group, along with the ushers: Duncan, Pete, Femi and Angus, all have dinner together and things quickly turn crazy. Hannah and Olivia spoke privately earlier that day but their conversation had been interrupted, so after dinner and a drinking game erupts that is a bit barbaric, Hannah and Olivia finish their earlier discussion: Olivia has dropped out of her university after an incident with an old boyfriend that didn’t end well, and the repercussions are catching up to her. 

Hannah also explains that she lost her sister 17 years earlier after a similar situation with an ex-boyfriend. Photos and videos had been released of Alice, and unfortunately, two months after returning home from university, she took her life. Olivia feels closer to Hannah after learning this, but is still left reeling with her inner turmoil. 

The next day, the guests begin arriving and Aoife is having a hard time keeping track of everyone. People want to explore, and the island could be dangerous for those unaware of what to expect; she also wants to keep people out of the graveyard on the property, where we learn some members of her family are also buried. 

The wedding is conducted, and finally, the reception can begin. Olivia goes off, and finds herself caught in the current of the sea, and Will quickly saves her before she can drown. Jules believes that this is an act of jealousy on her sister’s part, that she is trying to take the day away from her sister. But, in truth, Olivia simply feels that she cannot go on with the information that she knows. Which...we come to find out, the old boyfriend that is plaguing her memories is in fact, Will. 

Will and Olivia met through a dating app, where they both changed their identities: Will became Steven, and Olivia said she was older than her young 19 years. When she took Will to a launch party for her sister’s magazine, he sent her away in a cab and returned to the party, only to meet Jules and they fell in love. When Olivia met Will (Steven) for the first time after Jules and Will became engaged, she felt sick and humiliated, and has to live with this ever since and now her sister is marrying the man who had treated her so poorly. It will also Olivia who left Jules the note. 

With a raging storm going on outside, quite a bit is happening at once. Hannah and Charlie get into a large fight after it is revealed that he and Jules had slept together, though after she had given birth to their first child and was in the throes of new motherhood and healing. She goes off to try to find anything and anyone, but finds herself dancing with Luis, a friend of Will’s from university and a fellow rugby player. When they go to the bar, they are also joined by Jethro, another felow rugby player. They begin talking about a girlfriend of Will’s from university that Hannah quickly puts two and two together was her sister Alice. That after all of this time she finally gets the answers to the questions she had for so long. That the person ultimately responsible for the death of her sister was Will, and here she was celebrating his wedding to Jules. 

Likewise, Johnno confronts Will. Since the beginning of Will’s show, Johnno was always led to believe that despite the premise actually being his idea, and the two of them having done screen tests together, the production company didn’t want Johnno because he didn’t look good on camera. What actually happened was Will wanted the fame for himself, and has been lying to Johnno this entire time. Johnno feels betrayed, as they have many shared secrets from their time at their prep school days, and its all coming to a head now. Johnno, and the ushers, all kidnap will during the best man speech for a friendly game of Surival. After the others leave, Johnno confronts Will and wants him to confess what happened. When Will is becoming a bit nervous about what Johnno could be capable of, they are interrupted by Aoife, who has heard everything. 

Aoife ultimately confronts Will. After Jules, who now knows the truth about Olivia and Will after having overheard a conversation between them when he removed her from the marquee tent after becoming a bit too drunk, smashes their cake in his face, Aoife requests his help with the generator as it has begun failing due to the high winds. What we come to find out is that Aoife is actually the sister of a boy from Will’s school days that was nicknamed Loner. He had always been willing to do whatever Will and his friends said in hopes of becoming friends with them. But one night, Will and Johnno took him for his game of survival, left him tied up near the waters edge, and when they awoke, found that his body had been swept away when the tide came in and his body was found in the water about a week later. Aoife, in a moment of passion, stabs Will in the heart. 

The ushers find Will after this, and Johnno as well, who found Will and removed the knife and is now covered in Will’s blood, which looks bad. He is arrested for his murder. Everyone is leaving the island, and the fates of everyone else are unknown. Olivia and Jules reconcile, and Hannah is unsure of where her marriage stands, but feels a bit of closure after finding the man who had ultimately killed her sister, and learning that he himself had been murdered. 

Discussion Questions 

1. Did you guess who the killer was? What, if any, clues did you pick up throughout the book that helped contribute to your theory? I did not. Of course, it’s easy to figure out that it IS one of the characters whose perspectives we are reading. But, I didn’t catch up on who the killer was at all until it is revealed. 

2. Throughout the story, we’re introduced to pairs of biological siblings - Jules and Olivia, Hannah and Alice, Aoife and her brother - as well as characters who consider themselves like brothers, namely Will and his friends. How are each of these relationships different? What do you think the author is saying about the strength of biological family bonds versus the bonds of found families? Jules and Olivia are majorly different from one another: they’re half-siblings, and Olivia is quite a bit younger than Jules. Olivia essentially had the childhood that Jules wishes she had, and she sort of holds that against her, though they do still love one another deeply. But, sibling jealousy is quite a bit common. Hannah and Alice’s relationship is hard to dechiper siply because Alice is deceased at the time of the events, though we learn what happens to her. It sounds like Hannah and Alice had been close until the events that ultimately led to her death when Alice became a shell of former self. Aoife and her brother’s relationship is even more cryptic, simply because we don’t realize the connection until the end of the book when it is revealed. 

3. How did the setting add to your experience of the story? In what ways does the isolation affect each of the characters? Do you think things might have gone differently if they weren’t brought together in such a remote location? While I believe the events may have gone differently, I think the outcome would have been the same. Too much happened so quickly during the wedding that it seemed quite inevitable. But the location of an isolated island, in which nobody could really get away from it without having to take a boat to the mainland, adds to the eerieness of the story. 

4. The Guest List is a modern take on the murder mystery. In what ways does Foley modernize and update the classic murder mystery? The events of the story modernize it, especially with the inclusion of revenge porn and social media. 

5. Both Will’s and Jules’s best friends are friends from their youth. Why is this significant, and how does it affect the atmosphere of the wedding? Everyone has a past, and essentially, their best friends, Johnno and Charlie, could give their newer friends and family insights to their loved ones and how they really are. Johnno especially. Jules and Charlie had a more innocent relationship, up until they slept together, though there was always a bit of a flirtation there. But, we were led to believe it was all quite innocent until Charlie tells Hannah the truth. 

6. How reliable did you find the different narrators? As you were reading, did you trust what each narrator was saying? Did your opinion change as you read further? Olivia was probably the most unreliable narrator out of them all, and then Johnno a close second to that. Their drinking and drug use could alter the realities they thought they were seeing away from what was actually happening. But Hannah and Jules both had decent heads on their shoulders, and I felt their chapters were a bit less chaotic overall. 

7. There are several twists throughout the book. Which of these surprised you the most? Were there any you saw coming? The twist that caught me off guard was that Will had been Alice’s boyfriend, and Hannah was finally receiving answers to a decades old question that plagued her family about what really happened to her. The others sort of were easy to figure out. 

8. Many of the characters experience feeling like outsiders, whether at the wedding or at some point in their pasts. How does this affect their actions throughout the book and their relationships with others? Johnno always felt like an outsider because he was from a poor family, and was given a scholarship to go to the school that the rest of the ushers and Will had attended growing up. They all came from well-to-do families, and Johnno did not. Hannah feels like an outsider because she doesn’t know anyone, even Jules, that well but she makes an effort to get to know everyone. Olivia is going through a serious situation, and feels distant from everyone, including her own sister. 

9. Who was your favorite character? Who was your least favorite? Was there one you related to the most? Hannah was my favorite. I’ve been in her shoes: attending an event where you know no one and having to insert yourself into conversations or make an effort to speak with people so you could get through the event. 

10. “This place is enough to make you believe in ghosts,” Hannah thinks while exploring the island. In what way do ghosts - metaphorical and maybe even literal - come back to haunt each of the characters? Everything these characters have done in the past come back to haunt them, Will especially so. He is a terrible person, and he had what was coming to him. 

11. Many of the characters commit crimes or do things that could be considered villainous, for very different reasons. Which characters did you empthaize with, and which did you not feel sympathy for? I feel no sympathy for Will; I don’t think I’ve quite disliked a character so much in my entire life. But, I sympathize with Jules. She only wanted what everyone girl wants: someone to love and to love her back, and she thought she found that with Will. She became a wife and a widow all on the same day, and it has to be incredibly difficult to overcome. 

12. What did you think of the ending? Was justice served? Were you satisfied with where each of the characters ended up? Justice wasn’t served because the wrong person is going to be wrongly convicted of murdering Will. While I understand what Aoife was trying to do, it still was her who committed the act and she should pay for it. Instead, Johnno, whose mental health was already deteroirating, is only going to pay for someone else’s crime.