#he was such a hypocrite that whole season
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Some people were talking about Vi's "hypocrisy"...
(Spoilers below. Read at your own risk.)
And nope. Those are lies. Slander. And here are receipts proving the same...
Saw a few folks calling Vi a hypocrite because she prevented Caitlyn from taking the shot at Jinx. Since there was a kid in the way. Even though, APPARENTLY, Vi was all for it during season one when Jayce was concerned.
Jayce didn't want to kill the boy. He was aiming for someone else. The shot hit the little man because Jayce didn't even notice him there. He thought there was no one in the way.
That's why it hurts so much. That's why it stings and breaks Jayce's resolve. That's why he is disillusioned. He just wanted to do magic. Make the world a little better than before. And instead, he is now playing politician and soldier. And claiming lives.
This is Jayce's reaction when he sees the boy who died because of him...
And this is Vi, realising how much it's affecting him...
It's the intent that matters here.
Jayce didn't mean for the blow to land on the boy. If he knew the kid was there, Jayce wouldn't have taken the shot.
Caitlyn on the other hand wanted to shoot at Jinx while knowing Isha was in the way. She wanted to do it despite a kid literally acting as a human shield for Jinx.
I don't care how great of a shot Caitlyn is. When you risk a child's life, even if it is for the greater good, that's already taking it too far. And considering the fact that Vi clocked Caitlyn going in for the kill, you really think Isha wouldn't have?!
Once the bullet is out, no one can control it. Not even Caitlyn. And that very well could have led to Isha's death.
That kid wants Jinx around. And she is willing to die in the process.
Another point to note is the context.
Vi and Jayce were trying to dismantle the distribution of Shimmer. And when Jayce saw what it took, he pulled away. Vi didn't want to.
Silco's death was important to her. But it was now even more imperative because a kid died in the process. His demise would have been in vain if they didn't finish what they set out to do.
Vi and Jayce almost come to blows over it. And once Jayce lets her keep the gauntlets and walks away, there is Vi mourning the needless loss of a life...
I don't really understand what part of all this is hypocritical on Vi's end.
In the first instance, the kid had already died. In the second, Vi was making sure that didn't happen again.
And you know what? Even if it was hypocrisy, people are allowed to alter their motivations and decisions in the face of such fucked up and traumatic experiences.
Or in general, even! That's essentially the whole point. It's the push and pull of everyday occurences which help us evolve. Either for the better, or the worse.
Here's Jayce. Broken over the life he took...
Vi sees it. And of course she wouldn't want for it to happen to someone else. Especially Caitlyn.
Vi knows Cait is not the kind of person who would go through with it in her right mind. And that's the thing. She isn't in her right mind. Grief has overtaken her and now she will make sure it becomes everyone else's problem.
Also, if not being hypocritical is so important to you... How can you still stand with Caitlyn? What she is doing goes against not only who she is as a person, but also what she set out to do.
And that's the kicker, isn't it? Change is the whole point. They are undergoing tremendous amounts of irrevocable damage that will leave lasting impressions.
Caitlyn is so blinded by her desire for revenge that she doesn't even register any remorse. She is adamant on going after Jinx, no matter the cost. Even when it's at her own expense.
And for the people limiting Caitlyn's arc to nothing more than a sexy lady telling the world to go to hell...
Please open your eyes, or at least allow the others, to understand the layers of oppression she represents now. Not only to Zaun and the people of the Undercity, whose only fault was being born in the wrong place at the wrong time, but also for Vi.
That blorbo has gone through so much already. And obviously she has made mistakes. The whole premise of the show revolves around this facet. 'Cause that's what people do.
However, it's how you deal with it that counts more. And maybe it's just me, but holding your favourite characters and people accountable does not really lessen your love for them. Being blind in your devotion will definitely. 'Cause the disillusionment which follows is not pretty.
Know that I don't mean to offend anyone. Nor do I wish to criticize your perspective. If you feel attacked by my points because you made a joke or something over the issues I talked about here, that's not my fault. Nor my intent. Don't take it personally.
At the end of the day, it's just a show. You do you. I just cannot sit back when people spread misinformation or make baseless ignorant comments that are NOWHERE close to the truth.
It just takes a few minutes to fact check yourself. Seconds even, if you know how to do it. Maybe it's my fault for expecting better.
Anywho, that's it on this from me. Enjoy the show! And live and let live!!!
#Arcane Spoilers#CaitVi#Caitlyn Kiramman#Vi#Jayce Talis#Jinx#Isha#Fandom Discourse#Sometimes I do wonder if we watch the same show...#Etc#Take care!!!
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just thinking of how the 10th doctor literally recruited Martha Jones for asking questions and then spent the rest of the season being annoyed at her for questioning him
#like my dude what did you expect#you were attracted to her intellect and inquisitiveness#don't sigh and roll your eyes every time she questions something#also that time he thought her butterfly effect reference was silly and then started referencing back to the future#and was like âmartha keep up ofc im referencing back to the futureâ#also you don't recruit a medical student and not expect her to pick up on your ways#he was such a hypocrite that whole season#10th doctor#martha jones#doctor who
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if chibnall was the one writing this season you lot would be talking VERY differently
#anti rtd#oomfs ur so right#s14 is the kinda mid that people think his era was#and yet#you throw in that razzle dazzle written by rtd and all of a sudden there's no criticisms!#or worse somehow#is how its a polite and gentle reframing of chibs criticism#like with him it was hey he ate this singular one thing But I KNOW CHIBS IS BAD HE'S TERRIBLE DONT WORRY I KNOW IT#and with rtd its oh i disliked this nonsensical and objectively bad writing but ummm guys i lOVED LOVED everything else i swear#its soooooooooooooOOOOOOOOO#it must be studied#but i knew yous were a lost cause when we had 14/15 running around calling men hot bc yes totally something the doctor just does#not ooc at allllll#bc this is how we know the doctor is queer now guys#dont you know it#i have like a million other complaints i miss being like oh hey that was mid/bad and moved on with my life đđ#god i think 13 era killed me bc now i do care about u hypocritical losers#rip 15ruby i wish i cared and that you had any development#ncuti millie i would like to hang out with you though#15 maybe you'll cry less next season so that the emotional scenes have impact perhaps đđžđđž#ramblings of an insomniac#god i just remembered the whole real mum antics#fuck i need to go i gotta go!!!!#ps the ncuti conundrum where he's the most charismatic dr in nuwho whilst also being the worst actor is driving me nuts#idk if its the characterisation or his lack of ability in creating that inner psychology that connective tissue between his louder acting#which he's great at btw!#idk maybe that one monologue in boom made me go yes okay here we goooo#but then every other moment has been like hmmmnnnmtgodhd okay whateve#i think he needed more acting prep before he got this role bc he's got Something he could be Great but the subtle stuff is lacking#sooo hoping he can grow into that but it's giving perfect actor wrong time.... and if ur white ur not allowed to agree with me shush go away
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it genuinely baffles me that people still think vox is some precious baby that needs to be protected and kept from val at all costs. are we like... are we watching the same show?
#like... the whole point is that he's just as awful#we've seen more of val yeah because angel's been a bit of a focus in the first season#and he was shown more back during the pilot days during ADDICT#but ... vox is . not good either#guys . they're in HELL. they are OVERLORDS in hell. they have rose to the top by being the worst people you could ever imagine#vox's introduction was literally a product of his designed for stalking#HE HAS BEEN SHOWN STALKING ALASTOR. SEVERAL TIMES#he is manipulative and terrible#like ... guys...#xanchats#xanrants#i guess?#hazbin hotel#vox#its just so shocking to me that people can still think this#the instagrams were confirmed noncanon and we've seen vox's awful manipulative side#its just because everyone hates val i think that theyre like NOO VOX IS BETTER#its like how alastor was shown scaring husk half to death and everyone is like oough but i love him ...#like if ur gonna hate toxic abusive characters like. hate all of them dont be a hypocrite about it#also maybe . dont watch the hell show? BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL IN HELL FOR A VERY GOOD REASON.#they're all terrible -- the overlords especially -- and as the series goes on we just see more of that#sorry . i did not mean to go on a rant#im looking for staticmoth fluff on ao3 and nothings popping up that i havent read and that isnt like#'oh val abuses vox vox gets away gets married to alastor forever the end'#ITS SO IRRITATING#i will write the staticmoth fluff myself if i have to I WILL FUCKING DO IT DONT TEST ME
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very frustrating when you have something you really want to say but you're missing half the words you need to say it
#i've drafted the same text post like fifteen times#basically: the 'glow up' of colin bridgerton makes me pretty uncomfortable#luke newton would have had to have been doing a marvel-level fitness regime to look the way he does now in such a short period of time#all to live up to a bullshit beauty standard of how a romantic lead should look#and the show itself is leaning into it! in this season of all seasons!#the one that's supposed to be challenging the idea only certain body types can be seen as desirable#maybe i'm not in the right circles and people are talking about this but yeah.........the whole thing is just weird and hypocritical#a shout into the void
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the young royals fandom is so fucking weird about sara and i hate them for it
#i don't even think it's that the whole fandom is weird about sara. there's a good bit of people who are chill about it#i think the people who are weird about sara just won't stfu about it#like. i have had two blogs. my current blog is very tiny too. and every time i've made a sympathetic post about sara i get a negative ask#i get told i'm just projecting and my own autism means i don't understand her as well as they do#i get told she's a uniquely terrible person for her actions when the show is about teenagers all making mistakes#and being complex people#i get bad faith interpretations of her every action that don't dismiss her potential motives or ways she's been mistreated#i get told 'well yeah she has autism but that doesn't mean she's allowed to [complicated way to say be autistic]'#and this is all while the rich white prince is repeatedly forgiven for fucking with his partner's feelings for 3 seasons#bc 'he has anxiety!! it's soooo hard being a prince!'#which like. i'm not saying there's anything wrong with that. i'm the fucking ben hope guy and i try not to be hypocritical#but in the interest of not being hypocritical why him and not her#outside of racism and misogyny and selective ableism against people with more stigmatized disorders and classism#and also the shipping bias i mentioned the other day. bc people really glossed over him basically abusing his boyfriend this whole season#just bc they wanted wilmon endgame#it is. exhausting. fuck y'all fr#anyways. instead of responding to the ask i'm doing this vent post on a separate account#hashtag growth if you remember og indi-glo
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Sooo instead of having Jonah be with who he actually belongs and should be in love with and clearly backed up by Chavaâs speech of what it means to truly love someone (and itâs exactly what he did) they really forced this random and pointless ass relationship with Clara instead..?? Yeah ok
#like your racism is showing and you didnât even try to hide it#chava was right#but instead you make him a marry some chick that was disgusted by him and demonized him without hesitation#sheâs a hypocrite#like she doesnât deserve him after that and not to mention she doesnât even apologize like what ??#like he was better off single than being with her because in the end he still ends up putting her life back in danger like wtf#like make it make sense#this whole season was a fucking mess and they shouldâve just kept this shit to themselves#the only good thing that came out of this was millie x rebecca#mindyâs exsistence and letting them young bitches know she still got it#georgeâs fine ass like he had no business looking like that and thatâs why they killed him off because all attention would be on him lolol#and of course seeing justice being served#like this show had so much potential but they really gave us this instead and only two seasons at that like I should put them on trial#because I was robbed#jonah heidelbaum#chava apfelbaum#hunters#hunters season 2#hunters amazon prime#hunters amazon#hunters prime video#hunters amazon prime video
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...Okay well damn, season 2 is way better than 1 was. I'm actually getting kind of invested now
#ignore me#SW HS exchange#just finished s2e6. the one that introduces Barriss? and that was just a genuinely good episode#along with the one before it tbh! for such an action-heavy arc this has been a surprisingly attention-holding series of episodes#and even before that. the season opened with more of this Cad Bane bounty hunter guy and I'm REALLY liking him#every episode with him so far has been a winner#really the only sorta-mediocre episode this season has been the unconnected one-off (of course) with Padme acting as a spy#and that one would also have been good honestly if I hadn't been cackling like a hyena the whole time at Anakin's horrendous romantic drama#the opening scene of that ep was GENUINELY so sweet and nice with him bringing Padme dinner and them being all mushy together#but then the HYPOCRITE OF ALL TIME tells her that he has to go do Jedi stuff because ''duty comes first''#AS IF HE HADN'T JUST SPENT A WHOLE EPISODE LAST SEASON WHINING TO HER ABOUT HOW SHE CHOOSES HER SENATE DUTIES OVER HIM#AND THEN HE TRIES TO BOSS HER AROUND AND KEEP HER FROM GETTING INVOLVED BUT SHE'S JUST LIKE ''actually eff off I do what I want''#(which had me cheering out loud tbh. thank god Padme at least calls him out on his bullshit)#and then she kinda goes out of her way to piss him off and has a whole flirty thing with her old pal that's in love with her and ghdsjfa#it's so stupid and cringe and I couldn't help but love and hate it in equal measure
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One of those ânon-x fans; pick something that happens in the showâ but itâs about Color Show and the options are 'pick which of these writing choices pissed you off the mostâ
#Hayley Speaks#The poor racism allegory with the White Fang and making the white cat girl the mouthpiece for it?#(Yes I know Monty is a man of color who was trying to write about his own experiences. But he still dropped the ball on it.)#Could it be the ableism surrounding the man who's half-prosthetics and the implications they tried to push about him becoming-#-less human as a result of losing another limb?#Could it be the ableism about the previous pushed further by making the robotic girl human and pushing this as a good thing-#-because now she's no longer robotic and burdened by...I don't know; not being flesh?#I didn't watch that season I just fucking hated what they did with Penny?#Could it be that they killed her once; brought her back and then did all that; and THEN KILLED HER AGAIN???#Could it be the hypocritical lessons on trust and how apparently the main characters are allowed to keep secrets-#-but it's BAD when everyone else does?#Even if that secret is literally 'hey the big bad cannot be killed' which would be VERY IMPORTANT to tell the guy they're working alongside-#-because his WHOLE PLAN hinges on the knowledge that she CAN BE KILLED???#Could it be everything with Pyrrha??#Could it be that in the recent season they had the main character kill herself from depression and the narrative frames this as a good thing#Like 'Oh you've been grieving about the choices you've been making and are extremely depressed-'#'But actually you're perfect the way you are and don't need to change anything about yourself?'#...Oh yeah the whole 'the main characters never learn anything because the narrative frames ALL their choices as the right ones.' thing.#That's annoying too#Could it be the mistreatment of the LGBTQ+ staff on the show that came to light; only for the remaining staff to canonize-#-a wlw ship they'd been teasing for TEN YEARS#And then started pushing merch for them less than an hour after the episode dropped??#Could it be that I can't even say the name of the show here because the fans are rabid to even the most MILD of criticism about it??#Dear God I hate this show
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criston cole is such a female-experience coded character and it is exactly why he is hated so much hear me out
his whole character is built around the idea that rhaenyra seduced him, had taken his dignity and made him feel like her whore. his vow and his duty are close enough to the idea of women's purity and value. you were sullied, you have to marry the man that devalued you, otherwise you are spoiled and unworthy.
on top of that, his identity as a knight, as kingsguard means he is submissive. he is not seen having a lot of opinions or plans to how things are done, the big guys in the council decide and he has to obey to their orders.
on top of that, when he does act at last, it's portrayed in the form of scheming, behind the backs of people, and it's mostly attributed to his sentimental nature, to his inability to think straight, be logical because of his personal feelings. that's how women have been portrayed for centuries.
another thing that makes his character harder to grasp is the choice to have the same actor play the pre-timeskip and past-timeskip criston. 20 years have passed and yet people see him as the same person who refused to be rhaenyra's whore but now he is hypocritical because he is alicent's whore. 20 years have passed and, even if you can't see it on his face, he's bound to have changed too.
in his relationship with alicent he doesn't talk as much. he is obedient, she's the one in charge. she gets to say when and how things happen, he is just at her service.
his entire character is build up to revolve around rhenyra, like women's lives are supposed to revolve around men. if he refuses to acknowledge his status in his youth he is no longer allowed to later (after 20 years mind you) find some sort of comfort in another master. it's like saying "if you say you hate the system why take part in it"?
his pent up rage and hatred is evil, because what happened to him was behind closed doors where no one saw or heard of it. because if they knew of it he would lose everything, exactly the way women have often refrained from talking about their condition in fear of being villainized themselves. in the meantime, the one in power will keep their dignity and spotless reputation like rhaenyra is not even held accountable for having bastards pushed forward as heirs, not to mention the fling she had with criston.
this rant is in no way trying to portray criston cole as a saint or a good guy or trying to justify his behaviour. this is actually the problem with hotd, the effort to draw a line between the good guys and bad guys. have it be either balck or white. it's not, it can't be. you either have complex, morally grey characters with flaws and mistakes or you go watch marvel or something. even there villains are more humanized than in this petty effort of righteousness.
LE: thank you everyone who mentioned the aspect of criston being a man of colour from dorne and the power dynamic between a royal and a lower born who fought his way into the world! this rant was written in a rush and while i couldn't express the latter as eloquently as most of you in the tags/comments, i completely overlooked the former. i love looking through everyone's tags and comments and seeing your takes. as @jazzyclarinet pointed out in the comments, seeing criston's character in this light does not erase or diminish the injustice other women in the story experience.
on another note, i feel like part of the blame is on the way hbo marketed the season with the pressure to pick a side. however, i think what we've been lacking as a society in the post covid years is actual unbiased analysis of art. swallowing up content without any question and making said content a personality trait is harmful. as i said, i don't like criston as a character, but i can make these points about him simply because i watch the show critically and i don't blindly defend a character while trashing another.
#criston cole#ser criston cole#ser criston#hotd criston#house of the dragon#hotd#alicent x criston#alicent hightower#pro criston cole#pro alicent hightower#pro team green#team green#anti team black
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logan howlett x fem!reader
summary: when you wake up sick on your favorite day of the year, logan tries his hand at a romantic gesture
OR the time logan howlett gave you the best at home halloween you could ask for
contains: so!! much!! fluff!! soft logan, friends to lovers, some angst, mentions of past trauma, reader has telekinetic powers, kissing, swearing
!! thereâs a scene in here inspired by âroom for rentâ by @hauntedhowlett-writes ! go check out their amazing work !!
word count: 5.5k (i got insanely carried away)
a/n: sorry for this little period of inactivity!! iâve been feeling under the weather and lacking some inspiration and motivation, but luckily i think iâve got my groove back! i hope you all have a happy halloween & enjoy this sweet story of everyoneâs favorite wolvie <3
mutant feelings on halloween were fairly divided.
it was a love or hate kind of thing. many viewed the holiday as a hypocritical mockery; how could humans be so outward in their distaste for mutants while dedicating an entire day to parading around as the very creatures they despised? others, like yourself, saw it as a joyful occasion. a day where everyone could be as authentically themselves as they wanted to be, and not get judged for it.
safe to say, it was your favorite holiday. something you looked forward to every year, especially since you never really got the opportunity to properly celebrate it growing up.
you had the whole day planned out for weeks. your costume decided far before that. much like how a child felt on christmas eve, you felt a similar excitement and anticipation building within you on the night of october 30th.
but it would appear the powers at large werenât feeling too generous. because at a little bit past 8, your throat started feeling scratchy.
it was easy to blame it on the changing weather, maybe some seasonal allergies if you were feeling particularly delusional. you knew exactly how your body behaved when you were feeling sick, and it always started with a sore throat. still, you snuggled under the blanket in hopes that it would pass by morning.
by the time the sun rose, your nose was blocked and it felt like you were swallowing glass.
so much for a happy halloween.
you stumble out of your room in sweatpants and a cardigan, significantly less presentable than your normal attire. all you wanted was to stay in bed, but there was a group of young students that werenât going to teach themselves. so you dragged yourself from the comfort of your cocoon, splashed some cold water on your face, and hoped you looked presentable enough.
the glimpse you catch of yourself in the mirror on the way out didnât appear very promising. it seems your suspicions are confirmed when a familiar face spots you.
âyou look like hell,â logan calls from the other end of the hallway. he makes his way over to you in long swift strides, the heavy sound of his boots echoing in the rather quiet space.
âsure feel like it too,â you utter back weakly, your voice hoarse and tired. unexpectedly, the back of his palm presses gently against your forehead, a crease forming between his brows when he feels how warm you are.
âjesus, youâre burning up.â
âfunny, because iâm absolutely freezing,â you croak, wrapping your sweater tightly around your body to prove your point. when you suddenly sneeze, everything in the hallway shakes. from the paintings on the walls, to the vases on tables scattered about. you flush in embarrassment and logan frowns.
he places his hand on the small of your back, nudging you in the direction of your bedroom door.
âlogan, i have a class to teach,â you argue weakly, followed by a nasty sounding cough.
âyou canât teach them anything if youâre like this the whole time bub.â
silence on your end, because you know heâs right. you just hate caving when youâre feeling under the weather, always trying your hardest to persevere. especially, on today of all days.
âbut itâs halloween,â you counter with a whine, on the verge of pouting because you were so annoyed and fed up. âi had a fun lesson about edgar allan poe planned.â
âhad the whole damn day planned,â you huff to yourself, though you shouldâve known loganâs enhanced hearing would catch it.
he shoots you a sympathetic glance, unlocking the door and motioning you inside.
âi know,â he soothes you with the rubbing of his thumb against the base of your spine. âmaybe if you get some rest now, youâll feel better later, yeah?â
you sigh, flopping onto your mattress dramatically.
âi suppose youâre right.â
logan chuckles at your grumbling against the bedsheets. he makes his way over to you again, brushing away the hair that was stuck to your forehead. crouching down, he presses the sweetest kiss against your temple, and his heart swells at the tired little smile you give him.
âiâll come back to check on you in a bit,â he promises. âin the meantime, you try and get some shut eye.â
you nod from your position against the pillows, eyes already fluttering shut in hopes that maybe logan was right. youâd feel better in a few hours, and today could be saved after all. in your mind, you were optimistic.
your body, however, had other plans.
before it was even noon, you went through a whole box of tissues, and sneezed so hard and violently that it damn near shook the whole entire floor. any glimmer of hope for getting better was snuffed out quickly, meaning youâd be a prisoner to this bed until you got better in a few days.
when logan came back to check on you, he was surprised to see the state of your bedroom. the usually clean, tidy space was ridden with tissues, your comforter was on the floor, and everything hanging on the wall had been turned every which way. and to top it all off, you were curled on the side of your bed, sniffling with washed out cheeks and a bright red nose.
âdo not, say i look like shit,â you warn him, though you lack any sort of intimidation. logan shoots his hands up in defense from his place in the doorway.
âwasnât planning on it.â
you open one eye and raise an eyebrow.
the corner of his lip turns up in a smirk. âi was going to say your room looks like shit.â
one of your throw pillows feebly comes into contact with his head. not nearly as hard as you intended, but your powers were always a little out of wack whenever your immune system was.
âsâ not funny logan,â you squeak, fully peaking your head out from itâs place in your blanket burrito.
logan picks the pillow up from the floor, mindlessly tossing it between his hands as he walks towards your bed.
âyou know i canât help teasing you when youâre grumpy,â he jokes, coming to sit on the corner of your mattress.
âiâm grumpy because this is my favorite day of the year and iâm stuck in a purgatory of snot and mucus,â you groan. the pout on your face is unmistakable, and logan would think it was the cutest thing heâs ever seen if there wasnât genuine sadness in your tone.
âwhy do you even like this stupid holiday so much anyways?â logan questions. it comes out a bit meaner than he wants it to, like heâs making fun of you. it only adds to your upset state, and you narrow your eyes at him.
âbecause itâs fun,â you bite. âespecially when youâre a kid that never got to experience it until you became an adult. i do the same thing every year because it brings me comfort. people like us don't get a lot of that.â
logan knows how true that is better than anyone.
âplus itâs a day mutants donât have to worry as much,â you continue. âwe can be ourselves and it looks like weâre just blending in with everyone else.â
you mumble this last part with a glumness heâs never heard from you before.
âitâs like weâre normal.â
logan doesnât say anything in rebuttal. he just nods his head in agreeance, letting your words sink in. he never thought about it that way, and a wave of guilt suddenly washes over him for not considering that your feelings about today ran deeper than he initially thought.
the sound of a pill bottle shaking snaps you from your wallowing. your eyes flick back to logan, whoâs holding medicine in his free hand.
âstole these from the infirmary,â he gets up to place the bottle on your bedside table, picking up a few stray tissues and tossing them into the small trash can next to your bed. âfigured you could use something to help you feel a little better.â
you croak out a âthanksâ before that dreaded tickling in your nose starts again.
âoh no,â you whisper, bracing for impact. logan looks at you with a puzzled expression at the exact moment when you sneeze. the entire room shakes, sending the wolverine stumbling back a few paces. thereâs a couple seconds of vibration afterwards before everything returns to normal.
after regaining his footing, logan makes a beeline for the bathroom. you hear the faucet running and he returns to you with a glass of water.
he nods at you wordlessly, head motioning back and forth between you and the cup. you sniffle as you shuffle yourself upright. you take the medicine without a word, letting the cold water soothe your irritated throat. loganâs eyes donât leave your face the entire time. he stares at you with something unfamiliar, to both you, and to him. it makes a new kind of warmth coat your body, one that has little to do with your current state.
your relationship with logan was hard to explain. you werenât quite lovers, and labeling what transpired between you as friendship didnât feel adequate. friends surely didnât kiss each other on the cheek, or occasionally doze on each otherâs shoulder during long sleepless nights. it was so painfully obvious to everyone else that there was something between you two.
but knowing logan and his track record of emotional unavailability, you always doubted whether or not he really shared those feelings.
clearing his throat, he dissolves any buzz you were feeling. logan offers you a tight lipped smile before slowly backing away. thereâs a part of you that misses the closeness already, but you shove it down.
âif you need anything else, you know where to find me,â he says quietly, his body halfway out the door.
you nod with tired eyes. âthanks again logan.â
he simply nods his head once more before shutting the door completely.
you slink back under the comfort of your blanket, allowing the weight of your own words to take their effect. today wasnât just special because it was a way to heal your inner child. today was important to you because you could feel safe in a world that normally didnât accept people like your family. people like you. as cliche as it sounded, it was the truth.
as you try to fall back to sleep, you canât help but dramatically wonder if being sick today was the universeâs way of punishing you for your optimism. for believing there could ever come a time where people accepted mutants.
it was a silly notion that would have to be pried from your cold dead hands. because though you didnât have much comfort, you always had hope.
when you succumb to the drowsiness, you dream of being a child that didnât have to be locked away in a lab on all hallows eve.
the smell of cookie dough rouses you from slumber.
slowly, you come to, stretching out your tired limbs as you shrug off the blanket that was wrapped around your figure since this morning. youâre still tired, but the fatigue that burdened your body was much less than it was a few hours ago. the medicine that logan brought you had worked. you smile to yourself, remembering to thank him the next time you saw him.
orange light bathes your room in a sunkissed glow, signaling that the day is coming to an end. the disappointment from before creeps its way back in, a reminder that all your plans for today were a wash. you squint your eyes in the direction of your alarm clock, trying to make out the time.
6:37 pm.
it was still early enough that you could try and put on a movie at least. scott, jean, and ororo, were set to take all of the kids trick or treating around 6. you were supposed to be joining them, but from the stark silence that seeped in from under the door, it was clear they were already well on their way without you.
you know it's because you werenât feeling well, but that didnât make it sting any less. you stare at the costume hung over your desk chair, and suddenly it feels like youâre a little girl again, sad and disappointed because you couldnât go out with all the other kids.
maybe next year, you tell yourself.
after a moment of self pity, it hits you just how gross youâre feeling. staying in bed all day always sounded good in theory, but in practice, it just made you feel like a slob. in a flash, you kick all the covers to the foot of the bed, making your way to the bathroom and stripping off your clothes as you went. you were in desperate need of a hot shower, a leg shave, the whole nine yards.
steam cakes the mirror with condensation, the soft sound of water trickling down the drain relaxing you almost immediately. you take your time washing the day away, letting the scalding hot droplets soothe your tired muscles. you stand beneath the stream until the water goes cold, shutting the shower off and reaching for a plush towel.
the cold air of your room erupts goosebumps on your skin. whether it was from the change in temperature, or the fact that your room was now completely back to normal, youâre not sure.
strange. you donât recall hearing anyone enter. surely this much reorganizing wouldâve created some noise, something audible over the sound of running water, but you canât remember hearing the slightest peep.
you cling to the towel around your body like a lifeline, afraid someone was going to jump out from a corner and startle you. after a quick once over of the room, you accept the fact that itâs empty. your eyes settle on a set of clothes folded neatly on the corner of your bed.
your comfiest pajamas. an old baggy t-shirt with yellow and orange plaid pants.
too tired to question it, you slip them on without a second thought, relishing in the feeling of the soft fabric against your skin. you felt more like yourself than you have all day.
the sweet aroma from before catches your attention again. no one was supposed to be here still, not anyone youâd expect to be baking anyways. curiosity gets the best of you, and you make your way out of your bedroom and down the main staircase to the kitchen.
the last thing you expect to see is logan howlett fussing over a tray of cookies.
he grumbles something incoherent under his breath. probably a swear word or two, given he looked frustrated and out of his element.
âwhat are you doing?â your voice manages to startle him, a first you have yet to see since logan arrived at the mansion.
the man scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, gesturing to the tray before him on the counter.
âi was uh,â he stumbles over his words. another logan first. âjust pulling these out of the oven.â
you eye him mischievously. âsince when do you bake?â
thereâs a beat of awkward silence that passes while logan struggles to conjure up a logical answer. because no, he didnât bake, not now, not ever in his life. but whatâs the alternative? the much scarier conversation about his feelings?
from the knowing glint in your eye, it might just have to be the latter.
logan sighs. a sound of defeat, coupled with a flash of teeth. he leans back against the edge of the counter, thick arms folded across a broad chest.
âmarie helped me put âem in,â he admits a bit sheepishly. âwas afraid iâd burn the place down if i tried to do it myself.â
you laugh at the memory of scott storming into the kitchen with a fire extinguisher last month after logan tried to cook eggs. it sparks a fondness in your chest, connecting the dots as to why logan would go through all this trouble.
âiâm glad she stepped in before you could manage to start a fire,â you joke, stepping further into the kitchen. it grants you a better look at just how messy it was, from the flour sprinkled across countertops, to bowls thrown askew. your brows pull together in confusion, a question on the tip of your tongue before you turn in the direction of the common area.
your eyes nearly water at the sight.
the living room had been turned into a heaven of pillows and blankets, little tealights placed around the edge of the table in the center. there was a stack of movies nearly as tall as you sitting in the middle, and when you squint, you could make out a few of the titles.
a nightmare on elm street, hocus pocus, friday the 13th.
they were all your favorite halloween movies.
logan comes into your peripheral vision, carefully gauging your reaction with nervous eyes.
âwhatâs all this?â you breathe out, a surprised smile forming on your face. it brightens even more when you see how shy logan looks from his place against the wall.
âi know you were bummed that things didnât go how you wanted today,â he speaks lowly, somewhat unsure of himself. it was almost heartwarming to see such a rugged, brooding man be so timid. clearly this was something way outside of his comfort zone.
and yet, he did all this for you.
he looks around the room, stalling on meeting your gaze out of nerves. when he finally does, thereâs so much adoration, so much tenderness in your eyes that heâs overwhelmed by it.
itâs something so foreign to logan, but it feels so right. something that heâs unknowingly longed for, and now that he has it, heâs determined not to let it slip from his grasp.
heâs got a little bit of his regular confidence back now. it's evident in the way he straightens himself out, his natural smirk returning.
âfigured this might cheer you up a bit.â
the warmth in your cheeks is inevitable. it always was whenever logan was around, but this felt different than your normal exchanges. you thought maybe you had been imagining the lingering touches and stolen glances, that you were a fool for thinking logan could reciprocate the feelings you harbored for him.
but as he stands before you, with a small bashful smile and hazel eyes filled with warmth, you know that itâs not one sided. never was, and never could be.
logan nearly falls over when you jump into his arms, his hands coming to wrap around your waist on instinct. the embrace is unexpected, but not unwelcome. once logan takes a second to get his bearings, his body relaxes and molds into yours, lifting you an inch or two off the ground as he envelops you fully. your own arms wrap around his neck, face buried in his shoulder as you take in the feeling that youâve wondered about for so long.
âthank you,â you whisper against the fabric of his shirt, smiling into the worn material.
with his enhanced senses, logan can feel the rapid thrum of your heartbeat against his own. months and months of dancing around each other finally coming to a head. he gives you one final, tight squeeze before pulling away, though he makes no move to let go of your body.
when he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, your knees feel like they might buckle.
âsânothing much,â which was essentially logan speak for âiâd do everything in my power to keep you happy.â
youâre well aware that heâs not the best with expressing how he felt. but this simple, sweet gesture was worth more than any lengthy monologue in your book.
you catch him eyeing your mouth briefly, and you do the same, letting your mind travel to that familiar place of wondering. thinking about how his lips would feel against your own. how they would feel in other places. just as you find yourself leaning in, a kitchen timer buzzes, startling you both.
logan canât hide his annoyance at the interruption, reluctantly removing himself from you to stop the incessant chiming.
âthis damn thing,â he grumbles, shaking his head.
you stifle a laugh when he throws the timer back onto the counter a bit too harshly, sending it bouncing into a stray bowl.
deciding to take the reigns, you walk over and reach for his hand. loganâs eyes widen a bit at your outstretched palm, even more so at the confident grin you wear. he doesnât hesitate to lock his hand in yours, trying his damndest to ignore the electricity he feels from such a small thing.
âcome on,â you nod your head in the direction of the couch, playful sarcasm in your tone.
âweâve only got all night.â
âi donât see it.â
you whip your head in loganâs direction, shrieking out a âwhat?â as you look back at the tv screen.
âyou look just like him,â you argue, leaning forward to grab a cookie from the plate he brought into the room. âitâs uncanny.â
logan laughs to himself, shaking his head at your antics. âyou keep telling yourself that bub.â
as the credits of van helsing start to roll, you decide to try your hand at a bit of flirting.
âyâknow, you should take that as a huge compliment,â you state, sinking further into the couch cushions.
logan raises a brow, taking a sip of his beer and experimentally scooting closer to you.
âand whyâs that?â
you try to maintain your confidence, but logan doesnât make it very easy. not when heâs a human furnace thatâs inching into your space. not when he already makes you warm in the face in nearly every situation.
clearing your throat, you shrug a shoulder, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.
âi had a huge crush on him growing up. thought he was super hot.â
oh. if this is the game youâre playing, logan knows for sure heâll win.
âreally?â he exaggerates, placing his arm on the back of the couch. the tips of his fingers brush against your shoulder, and he relishes in the goosebumps they create.
âmhm,â you hum, eyes not wavering from the screen. âyou should be super flattered right now.â
logan chuckles again, reaching for a cookie of his own. he decides heâll space out his teasing, be a bit generous. you were in a poor position right now, still being a little sick and all.
heâd much prefer to see you really keep up with him anyways. still, he canât help himself.
âwhatever you say darlinâ,â he murmurs.
your breath hitches ever so slightly.
jesus christ it feels like this couch is on fire.
you can see his smirk out of the corner of your eye, and you feel like a schoolgirl over the way that one simple word was making you feel so giddy. tucking your legs underneath your body, you shift more to your side so you were now fully facing logan.
as you take in your surroundings, from the coziness of the living room, to the beauty of the man beside you, the inquiry thatâs been floating around your head for the past couple hours falls from your lips.
âhow did you even know all of this?â you question him while biting the head off of one of the bat cookies.
âknow all of what?â he repeats, half of his mouth filled with cookie dough.
âthat this is what i do,â you gesture to the television screen and the plate that was sitting on the table. âmovies and cookies, specifically these, every single year?â
logan feigns realization, despite knowing what you meant the first time you asked. he was just too self conscious to explain the reason why. his coyness from earlier returns, the apples of his cheeks showing a tinge of pink.
âoverheard you talking with ororo a couple days ago,â he begins, sliding his palms over the expanse of his denim clad thighs. âabout the movie thing and stuff.â
you think back to that conversation with vague memory. you recall discussing your halloween plans, but never diving into such specifics.
logan answers your next question before you can utter it.
âi asked her this morning what all your favorite things were.â he clears his throat a bit awkwardly. âi wanted to do something once i realized you were sick.â
he trails off, not sure if he should venture into this territory again after his remark from earlier. he moves around so his position mirrors yours, making you both unable to avoid each otherâs faces.
âi didnât mean to be a dick before,â he starts to apologize. you know itâs taking a lot for him to admit his faults, and it makes all the effort he put into this even more meaningful.
âthis,â he motions around the room, âwas my way of trying to say iâm sorry.â
you tilt your head to the side, eyeing him empathetically.
âyou donât need to apologize for that,â you reassure him, placing a hand on his arm. âthough iâm enjoying it. these cookies are really good.â
he smiles a little at your joke, soft crinkles forming in the corner of his eyes.
âi canât take credit for that,â he admits, cocking his head in the direction of the staircase. âit was all marie.â
the thought of logan recruiting the teenager for assistance was sickly sweet. knowing marie, it was probably her idea to help. you can picture the pair of them in the kitchen, her seeming more like the adult and him like the child.
âstill,â you assert. âjust the fact that you thought of all this means a lot.â
his thumb rubs featherlight circle on your exposed skin. âitâs nothing, really.â
there he goes again with the undermining.
sighing, you drag your fingers up and down the expanse of his arm, eyes drawn to the motion rather than the man. you feel like your heart might burst if you go a second longer without being a bit more direct. but god was it nerve wracking. especially when logan looked at you like you were the only thing in the whole entire universe.
âthis is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,â you admit lowly, toying with the hem of his sleeve, too nervous and overwhelmed to meet the wolverineâs intense gaze.
your hand moves towards his again, lightly tracing the outlines of his veins. you muster up the courage to look back up at logan, who somehow moved even closer to you in the 15 seconds youâve spent fixated on his flannel. the soft glow of the tea lights illuminated the amber flecks of his irises, highlighted the structure of his nose, the curve of his muscles. made him look like something out of a dream. it sure felt like you were in one.
when his hand clasps around yours, you realize that this isnât a dream. itâs your reality, and you better take advantage of it.
you let ten words convey everything.
âiâm really glad the person who did it was you.â
thatâs all logan needs to hear before he decides he canât hold back any longer. his lips find yours with a tender urgency, like he wanted to savor the moment and devour you whole all at once. the hand that was once on the couch moved to cradle your jaw, just about entirely encompassing the side of your head.
that place of wondering was correct in its predictions. despite all of his rough edges and gruffness, loganâs lips were softer than you ever couldâve imagined. your hands find purchase in the strands of hair at the nape of his neck, your bodies smushed together on the couch. logan wants nothing more than to pull you onto his lap, but he knows thatâs more than likely to lead to some rather ungentlemanly activities. no, he wants to do this properly, take things nice and slow. so he settles for keeping his hands above the collar, and from the soft sighs he can hear you let out, it seems to be doing the trick.
it feels like youâre on cloud 9 as your lips move together, your disappointment of todayâs plans long forgotten. all you could focus on was how perfect this moment was, how perfect logan felt. his thumb teases the corner of your mouth, a silent command that he wants to explore you further and you open yourself up with ease. his tongue prods between your lips gently, a contrast to the feeling of his calloused palm against your skin.
you move slow and syrupy, not wanting time to pass. if your mutation was time manipulation, you surely wouldâve halted it, letting yourself stay in this little bubble of bliss for as long as you wanted.
but of course, all good things must come to an end. because as much as your brain had turned to jelly for the time being, the tiny functioning part that was left blossomed a new worry.
logan fears heâs done something wrong when you pull back quick and unexpectedly, your eyes wide with something he canât quite place.
âeverything okay?â he asks cautiously, frozen in position. the answer you provide is far from what he had in mind.
âi donât want you to get sick,â you mutter, clasping a hand over your mouth. the fact that thatâs what youâre worried about right now, makes loganâs heart flutter a little, as silly as it was.
all of his anxieties fade in an instant, amusement taking its place instead. logan barks out a laugh, probably one of the most sincere sounding ones youâve ever heard from him.
âwhatâs so funny?â you ask, confused as to why heâd be laughing when you were dead serious. the saliva swap that just transpired was sure to pass along whatever germs your body was still harboring. the last thing you wanted was for logan to feel as shitty as you felt this morning.
âhoney,â he cuts through his laughter, clutching at his sides. âi donât get sick.â
âwhat do you mean, âyou donât get sickâ?â
âregeneration,â he states matter of factly, calming down a bit. âanything that could harm my body, my mutation takes care of.â
right.
for what feels like the millionth time today, you blush. not in flattery, but in embarrassment. you hide your face behind your hands, cursing yourself for halting a damn good makeout.
âiâm such an idiot,â you mumble into your palms. âi cannot believe i just ruined the moment like that.â
âhey, hey,â logan coos, gingerly pulling your hands away from your face. your eyes are still screwed shut, not wanting to face any more ridicule than necessary, even if it was only playful. the feeling of loganâs thumb and forefinger lightly grasping at your chin causes your eyelids to flutter.
âlook at me.â
slowly, you open your eyes. loganâs grip on your chin is firm but gentle. itâs to keep you from running from him, forcing you to be on the same level.
âyou didnât ruin anything,â he tells you in the most caring tone of of voice.
âpromise?â
logan leans in and gives you a long, lingering kiss. itâs somehow even more maddening than the first one, and your stomach feels like itâs on a rollercoaster youâre not sure you ever want to get off of.
when he pulls away, he shoots you a wink, and you fight the urge to melt on the spot.
âpromise.â
he presses airy little kisses to both of your cheeks before settling back against the couch.
ânow, where were we?â
you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding, watching closely as loganâs eyes lingered on your mouth again. in a flirty move, you tease him by moving in impossibly close, your lips barely a centimeter apart. just as heâs about to close the gap, your press your pointer finger to his mouth, catching him by surprise.
âi think itâs time for another movie,â you sing song, prancing off the couch and in the direction of the dvd player.
you tease.
logan simply shakes his head, beaming at you as you scan over your movie selection. heâs come to know and notice a lot of things about you. the way your nose wrinkles when you get excited. how you take your coffee. the thing you do with your hands when you get nervous. your pet peeves. he finds something new to admire about you every day. right now heâs soaking in the joy that radiates off you in bright yellow waves, unavoidable to those in your orbit.
in that moment, logan decides he always wants to be in the path of their warmth.
when you pad back over to the couch as the opening credits start, you tuck yourself into his side. loganâs arm pulls you close, anchoring you to him in more ways than one. you fit together like puzzle pieces, soon to be inseparable now that you knew just how well you connected.
in the glow of the television and the tea lights, snug by his side, he thinks youâve never looked more beautiful.
maybe halloween wasnât so bad after all.
thanks for reading! <3
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The Hypocrisy of Vex'ahlia
Before you all come for me, I am a Vex stan and I will defend her until I die - she is my favorite Critical Role character and I'm so glad we're getting a deeper dive into her psyche.
The complexities of her character cannot be overstated. She has a lot going on under the surface, and the breadcrumbs of her deep-seated insecurities have been there the whole time.
I'm really excited we get to explore those in season 3 through her relationship with Percy, in a way different than what we've seen in the actual play streams. I want to commend the writers for being able to convey so much in so little time.
We are introduced to Vex as a sexy, confident woman who uses her looks and charisma to her advantage. She takes charge most of the time, being the unofficial "leader" of Vox Machina. She presents herself as someone who doesn't really need anyone else and does not care about anyone outside of her brother. Keyleth even comments on this in the first episode, "Vex and Vax only care about themselves".
This, of course, is a complete fabrication, a mask she wears to hide her insecurities. A mask, she wants no one to see through. The irony here is that she can so easily see behind Percy's mask - "Darling, take off the mask". It takes one to know one, after all.
She so badly wants to get underneath Percy's mask, for him to show himself to her fully. There's something inside of her that sees the guilt and shame inside of him and that resonates with her belief that she is deeply broken. Vex truly believes that something must truly be wrong with her. And why wouldn't she? Saundor, who said he knew everything about her, saw this, too, after all.
Saundor says plainly, "you will never be enough."
So it must be true, right?
Why wouldn't something be so wrong with her? It would make sense. Her father carries no love for her, her mother died, and Vax had to sacrifice his life for hers. She knows Vax loves her, and she believes he is the only one who does. Even Kamaljiori, an ancient and all-knowing Sphinx, fed into this during their test when Vax fell: "you have no family left who cares for you".
Her hypocrisy lies in the facade she built as a woman who does not need anyone or anything. She presents herself as someone who does not need the love of others, when in reality, she desperately wants to be loved.
Saundor saw this as well.
Vex longs to love and be loved. And yet, she cannot allow herself to give up her facade and let Percy love her and admit her love for him.
The last person to see through her walls was Saundor, and we know how that went.
What he said really cut her deep, as we see after the Kevdak fight when she brushes off Pike's inquiries about her experience in the fey realm.
As we see her relationship with Percy move from harmless flirting to physical intimacy at the beginning of season 3, we see her embrace the physical closeness to Percy but starts to block him out the moment he wants to cement their relationship. But she can't let herself tell him how she feels because that would mean admitting her heart is his - and that would be doomed to end in tragedy, as Vex admits later in the cave.
Putting up this emotional wall between her and Percy will not give Vex what she wants: love.
Love is that emotional intimacy. Vex loves to point out the importance of love between other people- in season 2, pushing Keyleth to tell Vax how she feels ("it always matters"), assuring Allura that Kima's love for her will help her endure after Vorugal's attack, and putting faith in the rest of Vox Machina.
Vex understands what makes love so special, and how important truth and intimacy are to real, lasting love.
And while she comforts others and pushes them to be vulnerable and embrace love, her own fears prevent her from fully doing the same. It's ironic and sad, how one of the only people who can see through her mask is the one she's pushing away.
Trauma makes hypocrites of us all.
Image credits @blorbologist @aq2003
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you don't go to parties | j. hughes đđŞŠâ¨
âi donât know who im looking for âcause you donât go to parties anymoreâŚâ you donât go to parties, 5 seconds of summer
pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader
summary: after ending your relationship with jack, he finally plucks up the courage to attend a partyâand all he can think about is you.
warning(s): cursing, smut (like they have sex but itâs more heated & slow than trying to be super smutty), angst + fluff?? (in some aspects LOL), also noticing now that there was no protection so beware lol
authorâs note: i donât write smut so this is probably the closest ill ever get to writing it LOL but itâs much more for the plot rather than it trying to be super 18+, r-rated type smut yk
wc: 4.01k
not proofread
Glitter hung in the air, every room bathed in a purple glow as Jack hung by the wall, nursing a beer he had managed to snag from the cooler outside. The air was thick with the scent of perfumes and sweat, and the music thumped in his chest, yet he feltâdetached, almost alone in the scheme of things.Â
The party was a blur of lights and sounds, of hookups and dancing. None of it held any interest for him, but his friends had practically begged him to come. They nagged him the entire summer to leave the lakehouse, to have a drink at the bar downtown, or even to just go on a drive with them, but Jack always came up with an excuse. âCanât. Training for next season,â or âGotta raincheck. Something came up.â
They knew what it was. It was obvious. He was missing you. You plagued his mind every second of every minute of every day. Jack knew he had messed up. The moments leading up to the collapse of your relationship replayed in his mind like a broken recordâthe arguments, the tears, the things he said that he couldnât take back. The memories of you haunted him. He could feel you throughout the whole house.
You met Jack when you were 17. He hosted a draft party at the lake house the second he got back home to Michigan. Jack, being the cocky teenager he was at the time, made it an open-invite party. Sure, it wasnât smart on his part but he was a clueless teen. He didnât know better, but he thanks himself everyday knowing that that one decision led him to meeting you.
Your brotherâone of Jackâs school friendsâhad been invited and asked if you wanted to come. You were hesitant at first. You had seen Jack around school, laughing loudly with his friends or pressing a girl up against the lockers, locking themselves together with heated kisses. You had always found him obnoxious, masking his stupidity with insensitive jokes and being portrayed as a âdumb jock.â But ever the hypocrite you were, because there you were, at that obnoxious, insensitive guyâs draft party. Go you.
Entering the house, you noticed the high ceilings and swarm of strangers that knew Jack better than you; who were probably wondering why you were even there, or who you even were. To your left, a group of friends talked animatedly on a set of plush couches, their drinks spilling out of their cups with every swing of their arms, and their makeup perfectly done on their face like they had hired professionals for this specific event. You felt out of place and, to your luck, your brother had abandoned you the second you stepped through that door.
Who knew you could be surrounded by hundreds of people, yet still feel so alone?
Weaving through the crowded house, you made your way to the backyard, which was just as packed as inside the house, except there was a slight breeze and it didnât smell as terrible. String lights criss-crossed above the partygoers, creating a canopy of twinkling stars. A fire pit crackled in one corner, Adirondack chairs lining the perimeter as guests chatted all around you. The pool was lit within, its water glowing an intoxicatingly vivid blue. You stood there, watching the stillness of the water as everyone filled around you. The music thumped in your chest, in your ears, in your bloodstream, but you watched the water, and for a moment, you felt okay.
âI always wanna jump in at parties,â a deep voice said beside you.Â
You hesitated before speaking. âWhy donât you? Itâs your party, isnât it?â you asked, face-to-face with the man of the hour. His chestnut hair was cut short, truly showing how young he is. You wondered how he could do this: have eyes on him at all times, have so many expectations weighing on his conscience, being judged constantly. It feltâsuffocating, to say the least.
âDo you know how many hockey legends are here?â he laughed, as if the building was swarmed with secret spies.Â
âAnd yet youâre standing here. Whyâs that?â you asked, looking up at the boy.
And for the first time in your life, Jack Hughes looked at you. And it wasnât in the gross, disgusted way he looked at clumsy kids in the hallway, or the way he looked at pretty girls like they were his next meal. He looked at you in earnest, an emotion you didnât even know he was capable of possessing.
âDo you think I donât know you?â he eyed you, his brow raising as you broke hisâhate to admit itâintimidating gaze. You watched the water before you, crossing your arms over your chest as you began to feel that unwelcome, fish-out-of-water feeling again. Moving closer to you, his voice fell almost to a whisper as you felt chills run down your spine due to the proximity. âI know youâre the obnoxious girl that thinks she knows every answer to every question, who already judged every single person at this party without ever learning their names, who doesnât like me, yet still came. Whyâs that?â he asked, repeating the same question you had asked just moments before.
You felt bare in front of him, confused as to how he knew any of that stuff about you. Surely he was too busy making out with girls and slinging a stick around to pay attention to you. So why had he just read you like a book without you having to say a single word?
You shrugged. âI wanted to see what you were about, I guess.â
âYeah?â he smirked, his tongue poking his cheek as you dared yourself not to look up at him. âHowâd I do?â
âNot sure yet.â
He bumped his shoulder with yours, butterflies bumbling around your stomach. âNot just a dumb jock, you know. Thatâs all Luke.â
You scoffed quietly, a small smile playing on your lips as you lessened up the need to try to fight it. You were smiling because of Jack Hughes, and to be honest, you didnât really mind it. âHe asked me the difference between a square and a rectangle once,â you joked. You had some classes with Luke, and while you two werenât best friends, you still talked to each other once in a while.
Jack laughed, watching Luke in the corner of his eye try to talk to a girl that was way too old for him. âYouâre laughing,â he smiled, noticing you cover your face and still your giggles. âSee, Iâm not that bad.â
You rolled your eyes before looking up at him. He watched the partygoers on the other side of the pool mingling, his jawline sharpened and his moles scattering much of the surface area of his face. You hadnât noticed much about his appearance until then, until you finally got a good look at him, at his personality.
You two sat poolside for a while, your legs dipped in the water as you talked about anything and everything. Occasionally people would pull him away to chat, but he would always come back to you, telling you all about the boring conversations, how much he hated networking at a party thatâs supposed to be fun, how he hated being treated and expected to be like an adult when he was far from it.
He didnât notice he was talking to you for so long until the party thinned and it was just you and him in the backyard. Cups littered all around you, his mom picking them up as she not-so-subtly eavesdropped on your conversation. His brothers were inside the house, watching you two from the kitchen window, and Trevor and Cole speculated who you even were while trying not to pass out on the couch in the living room.
For the first time in a while, Jack felt, I donât know, good about himself? Like he wasnât praised for doing such little things, or told heâs some amazing person just because heâs good at passing a puck around. Like he was able to talk, and someone was there to listen. And for some reason, he actually kind of liked being criticized by you. It showed that you paid attention; that you were real. He hadnât met someone real in a while.
He remembered the time you had dragged him to a New Yearâs Eve party at your friend Avery's apartment a couple years later.
He was wearing â2024â-shaped sunglasses that matched yours, and a shiny, gold, plastic fedora that made you laugh every time you looked at him. His arms were wrapped around you from behind as you entered the house, his lips planting a kiss on the crown of your head as you two separated to hug the group of people that stood near the door.
You talked to your friends, catching up on everything you guys missed in each otherâs lives while in college. Jack snuck up behind you, kissing your cheek before slipping off your coat and placing it on the couch by the entrance.Â
The party was chill, much more relaxed than any of the parties Jack was invited to that night. You had urged him to go to them, knowing he would have much more fun with his friends, singing karaoke, getting wasted, and blasting music until they canât hear anymore, but he shook his head, saying, âParties are only fun if youâre there,â he shrugged. âBesides, how am I supposed to get my New Yearâs kiss without you?â
The two of you mingled for a while, sharing nostalgic stories about high school and the time Jack had confused âpads with wingsâ with pads and chicken wings. The living room was filled with soft music and the hum of conversations. Jack kept close, his hand finding yours every now and then as if to ask if you were okay, if you needed food or a refill on your drink, if you were tired and wanted to go homeâyou were always his first priority.Â
As the night progressed, the countdown to midnight drew closer. People began to gather in the living room, excitement buzzing in the air. Dick Clarkâs New Yearâs Rockinâ Eve played on the television as Jack pulled you to a spot where you could both see the screen. His arm wrapped around your waist, and you leaned into him, sniffing his cologne and laughing when he caught you.
Before you knew it, the countdown began and everyone started chanting along.
âTen, nine, eightâŚâ
You turned to Jack, his eyes locked on yours, a charismatic smile playing on his lips. Even after dating for five years, he still managed to make you nervous. You had hoped that that feeling would never go away. You want to be nervous because of Jack Hughes every single nightâforever.
âSeven, six, fiveâŚâ
The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there.
âFour, three, twoâŚâ
Jackâs hand gently cupped your cheek, his palm warm and tender against your skin as you leaned into it.Â
âOne! Happy New Year!â
Cheers erupted around you, but all you could focus on was Jack as he leaned inânot too slow, not too fastâcapturing your lips in an impossibly better-than-the-last, sweet, honey kiss. Your hands were in his hair, his were glued to your hips, and it was perfect. And for a moment, it was just you and him, sharing the first kiss of the new year.
When you finally pulled away, grins were etched to your faces. You still couldnât believe he was yours.
âHappy New Year,â Jack whispered, his forehead resting against yours.
âHappy New Year,â you echoed.
Jackâs head rested against the wall behind him, his eyes closed, the music muffling around him as he thought back to the first time he said âI love you.â
It was your 18th birthday and you were celebrating it at the lake house. Knowing Alex, Trevor, and Cole, they planned this huge rager for you, inviting nearly half the neighborhoodâand then some.Â
After you said your hellos and knowing that the party could continue without you, you wandered upstairs, finding yourself in Jackâs room as you sat on his bed; his gray cover soft under your fingertips as you brushed over the fabric. You just needed a minute.Â
Before you knew Jackâlike, really knew Jackâyou hadnât had a birthday party in years. It wasnât like your family didnât care about you, or your friends didnât want to celebrate you. Everyone in your life meant something to you, and you meant something to them too. You just couldnât go to parties to save your life. You would walk in, see all the girls that are prettier than you, all the guys that act like you donât exist, youâd get in your head, get overwhelmed, and leave quickly after. This just wasnât for you.
And because Jack knew you, he knew you would be upstairs.
The door slowly creaked open, causing your head to rise, and a sigh to fall from your lipsâjust Jack. He smiled at you, shutting the door softly behind him as he sat beside you on the bed. You two sat surrounded by the soft glow of dim lamps, and the distant thumping of music that had seeped through the floorboards beneath your feet.Â
His heart pounded in his chest. He knew you were beautiful, but sometimes heâs just so amazed by you, like youâre a new person every single day. Like there were new discoveries to be made, like he could never get bored with you. To Jack, you were everything. And who needs anything else in the world if he had everything sitting right beside him?
His hand rested on your thigh, his thumb running up and down the exposed skin. âIâm sorry,â he whispered.
You furrowed your brows. âFor what?â
He shrugged. âFor the party. I know you didnât want it.â
âItâs not that I didnât want it,â you murmured, sighing. âItâs justâIâm not Trevor, or Cole, or the number one overall draftee, Jack Hughes,â you smirked, bumping your shoulder with his.Â
He shook his head. âNo oneâs telling you to be. We couldâve watched a movie,â he suggested, grinning. âOr gone on a shopping spree, or went on a drive. You donât have to do anything for anyone else, especially on your birthday.â
âI like parties when youâre thereâand no one else is,â you laughed as Jack scoffed, a smile pulling at his lips.
âI like those parties, too.â He went silent for a minute, just the hum of music playing from the outside filling the room as you focused on his thumb on your thigh. âI know Iâve been busy with hockey and everything lately, but I donât want you to ever feel like youâre not important to me, or that Iâm not thinking about you, because I amâall the time. Youâre the most important person in my life.â
Your heart swelled at his words as you squeezed his hand. âI know, J,â you nodded. âI knew what I was getting into when you asked me out,â you smiled, meeting his gaze.Â
He had been busy with his rookie season for the past year: being called a bust, getting injured over and over again, fans questioning if the Devils made the correct choice with him. He grew quiet during those months, more frustratedâwith himself, with his game, with the people around him. You were worried for him, begging him to just talk to you about it. He shielded himself from everything and everyone. He almost lost you because of it, and he vowed to never do that shit ever again; to never get so close to losing himself that he ends up losing you.
He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. âYouâre really fuckinâ cool, you know that?â
You rolled your eyes, that smile planted on your lips never fading away. âI know.â
Laughing, he smiled, a small, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. âI mean it. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
You buried your face in Jackâs chest, breathing in the familiar scent of seasalt and ocean breeze. âLuckily for you, youâll never have to find out.â
He kissed the top of your head, his chin resting on your hair as your cheek laid against his chest. âI love you,â he whispered, the words spilling out before he could stop them.
He felt you tense beneath him, pulling back slightly. His heart sped up. âWhat?â
He gulped before breathing in. âI love you,â he repeated, his voice steadier this time. âI think Iâve always been in love with youâyou make it hard not to be.â
Your breath caught, a small smile encapsulating your blushy face. âI love you, too.â
Before you could say anything else, Jack closed the distance between the two of you, his lips capturing yours in a tender kiss. The music was gone, the thumping of your heartbeat was put to the back of your mind, every doubt and every worry you had for this relationship was dissipated immediatelyânothing existed at this moment. It was jack, jack, jack, plus a hundred times more.
Jackâs hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You responded naturally, your fingers threading through his hair, holding him close as if afraid he might disappear, like this moment was just a figment of your imagination.Â
Gently, Jack guided you higher up the bed, his movements careful and deliberate. He laid you down, hovering over you, his eyes filled with adoration. âI love you so much,â he whispered against your lips before capturing them in another kiss.
Your hands roamed his back as you tugged at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours. Jack immediately understood, pulling away just long enough to discard his striped tee before returning to you, his kisses growing more urgent.Â
As you pulled him closer, your own shirt joined his on the floor, your lacy red bra standing out against your skin. Jackâs breath hitched at the sight, his hands trembling as they traced the contours of your body, committing every inch and every curve to memory. He wanted to explore every dimple and every mole, every birthmark, and every faint touch that made you squirm. He wanted to know you, as thoroughly as possible.
âHoly shit,â he murmured breathlessly, praising you to the highest level. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
Jackâs lips left a trail of kisses down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He paused, his gaze meeting yours, a silent question in his eyes. He wouldnât do anything unless you wanted to. You answered with a nod, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw before pulling him back to you.Â
âI love you, Jack,â you whispered against his lips. âI want this.â
Jackâs hands moved with increasing urgency, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Roaming lower, they explored the curve of your waist before slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. His fingers found their way to your core, gently exploring, teasing.
A soft moan escaped your lips, your body arching against his touch. âJack,â you breathed.
He kissed you deeply, his fingers moving with deliberate, tender motions, drawing soft gasps and breathless moans. âI love youâŚso much,â he murmured against your lips.
Your breaths became ragged, his name becoming the only thing left in your vocabulary. The room grew warmer, more intoxicating. Jack felt you getting closer to your high, quickly removing his fingers before you could reach it as you whined out, breathless.
He paused, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot and heavy. âAre you sure you want this?â he asked again.
You nodded, your eyes locked with his. âIâm sure, Jack. I want you.â
With a shuddering breath, he captured your lips again, the kiss deep and all-consuming. His hands found the clasp of your bra, unhooking it, and letting it fall away. He stared at you for a moment, taking in your bare body before his lips began to trail downwards, worshiping every inch of you.
Your hands found the waistband of his pants, your hands working sloppily as you fumbled with the button. Paying no mind, he helped you, discarding his pants and boxers in one swift motion. Jackâs body pressed against yours, the heat of his skin against yours almost too much to bear. His kisses were everywhere, trailing down your neck, across your collarbone, and finally to your breasts, where he lingered, drawing soft moans from your lips.
You arched against him, your body pleading for more, for everything. "Jack, please," you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.
He met your eyes, his gaze soft and safe. "I love you," he said again, his voice full of emotion. "Let me show you how much."
With that, he kissed you deeply, his body aligning with yours. The moment he entered you, it was like everything else fell away, leaving only the two of you, connected in the most intimate way possible. The rhythm of your movements, the gasps and moans, all blended perfectly, like this was right where you were supposed to beâwith Jack, here, and in love.
His thrusts were slow at first, measured, each one driving you closer to the edge. The feeling of him inside you, filling you completely, was overwhelming. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper.
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â he repeated against your lips, over and over again.Â
Jackâs thrust became more urgent, his breathing ragged, matching your own. His heavy grunts, as your fingers dug into his back pulling him closer, closer, impossibly closer, filled the warm room.Â
As your climax built, your hands weaved through his hair, needing to feel him, needing to be as close as humanly possible. Each thrust hit harder and faster than the last, bringing you closer to the edge.Â
âJack,â you cried out, your body tensing as that unfamiliar feeling approached, the high almost too much to handle.
His face was buried in your neck, holding you tightly. âY/N,â he groaned, pushing you through your high, his own release nearly there.
With a final thrust, the string you held onto so tightly, slipped from your fingers, a balloon inside you erupting at the feeling. You cried out his name once more, your body trembling with the force of your release. Jack followed, his own climax crashing over him.Â
You clung to each other, your bodies trembling with aftershocks. Jack held you against his chest, his breath ragged, and his heart pounding against yours.
As you laid entwined, the world slowly came back into focus. The sounds of the party were distant now, a faint reminder of where you were. But at that moment, it didnât matter. You didnât care about what was going on downstairs, who was missing you, or who was asking for Jack. All that mattered right now was the two of you, and it felt perfect.
âDonât know if I said it enough, but I love you,â Jack chuckled, his arm wrapped around your small frame.
You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. âI love you, too, J. Always.â
Always.
  Always.
    Always.
      Always.
         Always.
Opening his eyes, Jack watched the crowd around him, his gaze instinctively searching for you. He didnât know why he was doing it. There was no pointânot anymore, not when he fucked everything up. Not when he let you slip from his fingers and leave his life entirely.
His eyes settled on a girl in the corner of the room, a red solo cup in hand, her cheeks a flushed mess, and he wondered why he was even at that party. None of these girls could hold a candle to you, not even if they tried.Â
Yet Jack watched the door, and willed for you to come, despite knowing you donât go to parties anymore.
#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes imagines#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes angst#jack hughes fluff#jack hughes smut#jack hughes fanfiction#jack hughes fic#jack hughes x y/n#new jersey devils#nj devils#nhl imagines#nhl fan fiction#nhl fic#nhl fanfiction#jack hughes fan fiction#jack hughes x fem!reader
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Helluva Boss Season 2: How to Assassinate Your Characters
Option 1: Force them into being out of character for the sake of a forced conflict or "joke"
Seeing Star assasinated Loona by making her far more aggressive compared to how she used to be in the first season, which was done as a way to force a conflict between her and Blitz. Western Energy then goes on to continue Loona's derailment by just straight up turning her into a wild animal with her attacking the doctor. The writers are forcing Loona into being out of character in order to create drama that doesn't feel organic at all.
The same could be said for Moxxie, who Unhappy Campers made out of character by turning him into an attention whore jelouse of Millie, despite him never displaying that trait in the first season and him having no reason to even give a shit about this since he was sent here for a job.
There's nothing indicating that he suffered from neglect from Crimson so there isn't an explanation here. Moxxie especially comes across as a massive hypocrit in his argument with Millie; where he asks why Millie cares so much about what the teenagers think when Moxxie has been jelouse of Millie through this whole episode, yet it is NEVER called out.
This is done as a way of trying to add forced and contrived drama between the two just so the episode can have a conflict, because the writers most likely coulden't find a way to create a conflict that was organic.
Option 2: Make past issues with the characters worse by adding in new ones or just refusing to address them
A big issue with Millie as a character is that she doesn't have much of any real depth beyond being Moxxie's wife. The show tried to add depth to her in Unhappy Campers but all that did was create a new issue where they constantly introduce new stuff for Millie as a character out of nowhere in a failed attempt to give her depth.
Moxxie meanwhile suffered through a issue in Season 1 where he went through the same arc twice in the same season, but hey that was only two times so it's nothing to sneeze at...except that Season 2 not only has Moxxie repeat that arc again, it slaps daddy issues onto him in a poor attempt to give him further depth which not only feels tacked onto him but also just creates more issues with Moxxie as a character due to him now having truama that never gets explored.
Season 2 continues the issues with the first season but makes them worse as well as adding in new ones, which is the exact opposite of what a second season should do.
Option 3: Destory and remove everything that made the characters interesting and replace it with something completely unreconizable compared to how they previously were.
Stolas in Season 1 was arguably the most interesting character in the entire show, there was a lot you could analyze from him and he had the most potiential out of any other character in the show for a compelling arc where he grows as a person...
...that Season 2 completely destoryed in favor of turning Stolas into an UwU soft boy who the narrative frequently coddles and goes through little actual character growth...at all. His bad actions are downplayed by the narrative and the people who get mad at him for those actions are all demonized by the narrative, treated as if they don't have a reason to hate him even though they do.
Season 1 Stolas was a flawed person that realized his mistakes and chose to become better, Season 2 Stolas is an UwU soft boy that just wanted to be loved. These do not feel like the same character.
Season 2 completely assassinates the characters and removes everything that made them good in the first place with the only exception being Blitzo, as although Season 2's handling of him has issues he still isn't nearly as ruined as the other characters.
#vivziepop critical#hazbin hotel critical#vivziepop criticism#helluva boss critical#helluva boss criticism
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Hypocrisy
I see that people are upset that Aaravos's whole motivation is of avenge his daughter but was completely willing to make a new child just to sacrifice him. Which I get is super hypocritical but I think that's the point, and I think it's just another parallel between Viren and him since season 1 Viren was also partaking in that same hypocrisy.
He was willing to let Soren die to reclaim the egg and kill the princes, just as Aaravos was willing to kill Sir Sparklepuff for his own ends. It's as Terry said originally both of their stories started out as ones of love, with Viren willing to do anything to save his son and Aaravos trying to sacrifice himself for Leola, but over time this love became corrupted with hate and revenge.
And they both showed clear favoritism to their daughters, there's also the aspect of dehumanization where as Claudia stated that she looks and magical creatures and can only see them as ingredents not as living beings, which is how Aaravos saw Sir Sparklepuff and anyone else he has a close bond with including Claudia and Viren.
He views them as tools for his end goal, sure he may have some fondness for them after all Claudia is a lot like Leola, and he didn't really need Viren after he died on that cliff but he still put the effort to revive him. But as stated he still viewed them as tools and so he couldn't properly form a connection with them, which is why he was willing to kill Viren when it was shown that Aaravos had no way of manipulating him back onto his side.
It just worked better for him if Viren was gone, after all despite Claudia being more powerful, Viren was an incredible dark mage who even killed the dragon king so, I would imagine Aaravos didn't want a threat that big who actively hates him to just be left wondering around.
But yeah that's just my thoughts on the matter.
#tdp#tdp meta#tdp spoilers#the dragon prince#the dragon prince s6#tdp s6 spoilers#tdp season 6#tdp s6#tdp aaravos#tdp viren#tdp claudia#tdp soren#aaravos#viren#the dragon prince aaravos#the dragon prince viren#the dragon prince claudia#the dragon prince soren
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Three characters it seems the writers hate:
Aegon- heâs a serial rapist drunk who is a complete fail son who is loved by no one, not his father, mother, the small folk , no one. Everyone just piles on him. Heâs a puppet king who no one listens to, he was forced into this position and wasnât trained for shit, not even to be the puppet. They have him going drunk into a battle instead of teaming up with Aemond like the book and Aemond attacks him with no interest in going after Rhaenys??Now heâs half burnt to a crisp by his brother who seems to plan to torture him as he lays half dead. His own mother canât stand his cries over his dead kid and Iâm unsure of what was happening as he called for her again as he lay there. How they managed to make us feel bad for a rapist with child fighting pits? Bad writing I guess
Daemon- amazing competent book character, loves his family, is brutal but not in a bumbling fool way. People feared him and I suppose they kinda do on the show. But heâs going around screaming heâs king like a child , he canât convince people to do shit. He canât handle hearing anything about viserys or the heir or anything even with visions mention to make him understand.heâs actively trying to gather shit for himself to make himself some kinda king. He has no redeeming qualities like the book, they didnât even have him love his kids. Now they got him eating out his own mother in visions. Great
Alicent- in the book she was less weak and more scheming. This season theyâve made her hateful in every way. She is busy getting her back blown out while her grandkid is being beheaded, she wonât comfort her son instead more sex, she doesnât care about her grandkid dying. Her relationship with cole is hateful and angry, not what I imagined for alicole as they presented themselves last season. She talks down to her son she forced to be king. Now shes a major hypocrite making bastards, trying to be queen regent like she didn't just uphold patriarchy for her drunken son then being shell shocked she got passed over by a man with less experience. They are just making her so despicable and erasing the whole reason she usurped the crown. I canât.
The writers just hate them or something. I don't know.
#house of the dragon#daemon targaryen#game of thrones#hotd critical#house of the dragon season 2#hotd#aegon ii#aegon targaryen#alicole#book alicent#alicent hightower#anti hotd#alyssa targaryen#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon spoilers#hotd s2#hotd s2 spoilers#hotd season 2#ryan condal#sarah hess#team black#team green#criston cole#hotd thoughts
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