#her argument was that some women WANT to stay at home and do nothing
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My coworker: I've heard different opinions about the barbie movie
Me: oh yeah bad and good?
My coworker: yeah, some say it's a really good movie and the others say it's such a feminist movie
And that's how I came out as a feminist at my work
#we had. a discussion.#her argument was that some women WANT to stay at home and do nothing#and i was like yeah but what about us who dont want to do that#and i mentioned pay gaps with real examples from our work#i asked her if she wouldnt like us to get paid as them#and she said no bc everywhere men get paid more#and i was like. isnt that. isnt that a problem in your eyes#she was quiet for a few seconds and said that men deserve more pay bc their work is physically harder#i then pointed out a male coworker who has not lifted a finger in the establishmenet. ever. we (girls) have always been the ones who bring#him all the equipment. not the hardest equipment but like cpr mannequins are quite heavy in bulk#and she was like he doesnt count hes an old usless guy#and i was like he counts because he is old and useless and earns tirple our salary because he is a man#she was silent again and said women dont earn more bc they dont know how to talk#to which i said our vice director (a woman) can.#and she said she cannot say anything to me#and i was like yeah not to you but she has negotiated quite impossibly sounding things before#i added of course it depends on person what you can and cant do and how hard your work is and that those abilities are not divided by gender#she said nothing and we continued on with our day#like idk guys i feel like im slowly destroying our friendship with thisb#but also why would i be friends with someone who sees women as lesser?
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odysseus is generally seen as 'morally ambiguous' due to his not always being seen as the best of people- but this is a very modern and feminist take, and whilst nothing is inherently wrong with the idea of feminist takes and retellings, it skews what we have and already know of the myths, and this can be seen most predominantly in the character of odysseus. odysseus is two things:
- not meant to a hero
- not meant to be good
he is written as a man faced with impossible odds, and who loses some- if not all- of his morality in doing so. BUT where does the idea of him being 'bad' come from? the penelopiad by margaret atwood, a woman known for being quite vitriolic towards men of any kind. in recent years, people have picked up on three major things from the odyssey:
- the hanging of the maids
- odysseus cheating on his wife
- odysseus going mad at the end
NOW, to break it into points:
the hanging of the maids is so often seen in a feminist light due to margaret atwood, where odysseus is painted as some cruel, vile, disgusting predator who loathes women. this isn't true to the odyssey AT ALL. in the odyssey it is explicitly stated by the nurse that raised telemachus: 'i shall single out those who betrayed you, my lord' and by one of the maids herself- melantho: 'if we sleep with the suitors, when they become king we will be in favour with him.' and THIS is why he killed the maids. not because he was insane, not because he was bad, but because they had betrayed not just him- but his wife. not all the maids were killed, only those who slept with the suitors. the argument most often used for this is that the women couldn't say no, but this goes against what the maids themselves say in the odyssey when they believe no one to be watching.
odysseus cheating on his wife HE DIDN'T. but he is a man, and as a man, he cannot be raped. he is a terrible man for sleeping with circe and calypso when he could have- as epic decides to say- say no. which is untrue!! these are goddesses. titanesses. circe is the daughter of helios, and calypso is daughter of atlas. they could overpower him simply by looking at him. circe turned his men to pigs, even with the moly she could have easily done the same- or worse- to him. the idea of him choosing to and being unfaithful stems from madeline miller's, Circe which whilst not inherently bad, goes out of its way to put all men in a terrible light, because the heroes deserves no rights in feminist retellings. odysseus wanted to say no, but could not as hermes explicitly told him he couldn't. on the flip side, calypso threatens, ensnares him and only releases him when told to by hermes and the council of the gods. in the odyssey it is literally stated: 'and odysseus stayed on the shores weeping for home before joining the nymph in her bed.' he did not WANT to sleep with calypso, but was left with no other choice but to do so. this is a recurring theme for calypso.
but he is blamed due to his gender, and the idea of 'feminism' and 'patriarchy'.
and now, the real reason for odysseus being seen badly:
the telegony the telegony is a myth written after the odyssey with telegonus- son of circe and odysseus- as the main character. in this he travels to find his father and meet him, but accidentally kills him on the shore. (peneleope marries telegonus, and circe marries telemachus) but this is where the idea of odysseus' insanity comes from. in the telegony, it is stated he went mad after the war, and couldn't survive without bloodshed, and so he went out seeking war, and women, and battle, and went mad in this.
the statement: 'generous to odysseus' is wholly unfair, because he is a man forced to lose everything, assaulted, violated, tortured and imprisoned with no hope of survival. he goes to war knowing he won't return for 20 years, won't see his wife, and won't watch his son grow. he is a man not a god, or a demigod. he's just some dude doing his best.
#greek mythology#tagamemnon#odysseus#the odyssey#the iliad#diomedes#homer#odypen#calypso#circe#mythos
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more loustat x chill/unbothered/oblivious fem reader PLEASE!!
maybe she's like been a part of their relationship for a while, and she like the fledgling of some other vampire, her and her maker were like chill and totally platonic he dipped at some point before she met loustat, and she like the sane one between them and unfortunately gets ignored/left out unfortunately
something like the scene from season 1 where Louis swims across the Mississippi river to get to Lestat, and like reader is there too cause she went w Louis and loustat being there dramatic selves while she's just like trying to talk it out like adults, and then it spirals into argument about her wanting to visit her maker because Lestat, and tbh Louis too, is petty like that
Also your iwtv fics are my life line omg!!🎀
L'amour De Ma Vie | Lestat x Reader x Louis
ෆ while you love your companions, it is no secret that they oftentimes exclude you, and it isn't until you leave that they go into panic mode.
I love this idea, I hope you don't mind me changing it a little bit 🩷
“Louis, Y/n, you’re both soaking wet,” Lestat sat up from the bed.
Glancing at Louis, you could tell he was seconds away from slapping the smirk from Lestat’s face. The woman, Antoinette, wrapped one of the many sheets around her body, awkwardly staring at the two of you.
“Leave,” he told her, and just like that, she was up, running out of the bedroom.
“What are you two doing here?”
“Looking for you, and we…found you,” you answered. Louis remained silent, staring at Lestat, his mind all over the place from his companion's betrayal.
You understood where he was coming from, but at the same time, you didn't. Your maker, Lucius, lives a polyamorous lifestyle. From the moment he turned you, becoming his daughter, you saw the plethora of women and men come and go. Eternity was too long for him to stay with one person, he'd jokingly say, leaving a trail of broken hearts.
“You put your lover on the song, and expect us to come running back to you,” Louis screamed at him.
“I wanted a clear voice, to get the-
“I don’t give a fuck,” Louis interrupted.
“Louis, we agreed that we would just talk it out,” you told him, watching as he was fuming, but he ignored your words.
“You two swam to Mississippi to find me,” Lestat kept the same expression, eyeing the both of you lustfully.
“I swim faster than I drive,” Louis said, his fangs coming out.
“We don’t have to fight like this, we can find a middle ground-
“No, why are you acting unbothered by him stepping out on both of us?” Louis asked.
“I’m not, polyamory isn’t a deal breaker for me, so I feel like-
“He cheated Y/n, whatever bullshit you were exposed to by your maker, doesn’t apply in this relationship,” he told you, catching you off guard.
“That isn’t what I’m saying, we came here because of the song but also because we’ve agreed to make things work”
“So why are you acting like you’re on his side?”
“Louis, what are you talking about? Just because I’m not as angry as you, doesn’t mean I am against you, Lucius has always said anger is-
“Do you always have to bring him up?” Lestat asked a slight frown in place.
“Lucius, Lucius, Lucius, are you with us, or Lucius?” He raised his voice. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were extremely confused, about how the conversation went from Lestat’s infidelity to your relationship with your maker.
“I’m beginning to question the same thing,” you said, backing away.
“Y/n, I’m sorry,” Louis shook his head, mentally criticizing himself for his choice of words.
“It’s okay,” you smiled at him, before leaving, due to your small age difference in your makers, you were faster than Louis, going back home.
You hated this feeling, this emotion, how your mind made you think of things that never bothered you too much before, but now did. From the moment you joined their companionship, you were constantly unintentionally excluded. Even in public, you cringed at times you were assumed to be nothing more than a friend of the two.
Entering the home you had grown to love, you went upstairs, packing some clothing in a bag. You were thankful that Claudia was out hunting, knowing your departure wouldn’t be so smooth if she’d been home. Leaving the bedroom, the family portrait caught your eye, making you pout.
Claudia sat on the sofa, while you, stood next to Louis and Lestat, who leaned against the sofa. You had been hesitant to take the photos, but they all insisted. As the photographer went to snap the photo, Lestat glanced at you.
“Come closer,” he said, pulling you between him and Louis.
His hand on your waist, while Louis held your hand, you all looked like a happy family.
Wiping the tear from your eye, you thought of how despite the occasional exclusion, they did so much more that made you overlook the habit. Maybe you could just get away for a little while, before coming back home.
Glamouring your way from state to state, for well over 24 hours, before you arrived in Los Angeles. Lucius fit into the bright city where stars and beauty resided. As you drained the shipment driver, you felt your blood pumping, an adrenaline rush of excitement coursing through your veins. Lifting from the man, you looked around, sensing the familiar presence near.
“I knew it was you I was sensing,” you heard, smiling brightly, you climbed out of the truck, running into Lucius' arms. His expensive scent filled your nose, as you wiped your mouth.
“What are you wearing, my love, is this what they wear down in New Orleans?” he asked, staring at your outfit. Beige trousers, along with a light pink blouse, he shook his head in disapproval. He considered himself to have impeccable taste in clothing, but he also was old-fashioned in some ways.
“I couldn't have traveled practically in a dress,” you said.
“I am more than glad that you are here, but why so sudden? I mean, no letter or postcard”
“I just wanted to get away from home for a while”
“Those two aren't treating you right? They are easily replaceable, what have I always told you, an eternity is-
“too long to be stuck with the same person, and I should always explore my taste, I know, and Louis and Lestat are fine, I just wanted to get away, I was hoping I could stay with you, for some time, if that's alright”
“Of course, you are always welcome,” he said, walking you to his car.
He didn't live too far away, in an expensive neighborhood, his villa home, the most extravagant. Stepping out, you immediately noticed the woman, peaking from the window.
“You have company?”
“Yes, Sonya, she wants to be an actor”
“You said that weirdly, is she special, maybe a potential companion?” you asked him, grinning.
“She has very sweet blood and an equally cute face, so I keep her around”
“You were just talking about me being with the same people-
“My love, this is different, she has grown on me, yes, but I think we both know I’ll eventually crave something new,” he smirked, as he wrapped his arm around you, leading you into the house.
“Shameless,” you laughed.
“It's true, and the best part of all, when the sex is wonderful they always come running back, come on, I have an extra coffin, you can sleep in”
“I went all the way to Metairie, and nothing, what about you?” Louis announced, walking back into the house. Pacing the floor, while Lestat sat at the piano, staring off into space.
“Why is he back here, I thought we weren’t talking to him right now? And where’s Y/n?” Claudia asked.
“Not now Clau-
“She’s gone, she took some clothes and left,” Lestat finally spoke.
“She can’t be too far, we can still find her and-
“I’ve been all over Mississippi, searching, nothing, not a trace, I can’t think of where she could be and I’m not her m-” Stopping in his speech, he put his head down, clenching his jaw. His leg shook lightly, trying to contain his anger.
“What is it?” Louis asked as he and Claudia stared confusedly at him.
“She’s with her maker,” he managed to get out.
His eyes reddened as he grew angrier, Lestat couldn’t help that he was inherently jealous, unrighteously possessive, especially towards those he loved, and that was very few. You were the most relaxed, forgiving vampire he'd ever met. Extremely oblivious and doting, you'd brag to whoever would listen about how great he was.
While he and Louis held all of the attention, he could hear you bragging to some mortal how well-dressed Louis was, or how Lestat was the greatest musician to grace your ears. You would go on and on, stroking their egos, willingly accepting and loving their baggage Claudia, you were a precious gem, adored by them both.
Your personality was much calmer than theirs, while they regularly clashed, you'd be bringing up calming methods, or ignoring them, chatting with Claudia.
“You have the power over your anger, Lucius was once a cruel angry vampire until he realized it was pointless, if the situation can be fixed, then do it, but if not, leave it in the past,” you'd quote.
Lucius, Lestat hated the man greatly, despite never coming across him before. Suppose his hate began from the respect you held for the man. He was around the same age as Lestat, from Italy, and was very handsome, he'd heard you say before.
He wished he could undo time so that he could become your maker. His blood in your veins, your heart in sync with his own, his fully, bound by more than your vow of companionship. While Louis only hated the man for the weird lifestyle habits he passed along to you, Lestat loathed the idea of another being nearly as perfect as he was to you.
“Lucius speaks French too, although he's more fluent in Italian”
“Lucius is also into fashion, he used to dress me all the time”
“Lucius was once a part of an opera, but he ended up causing a bit of drama because he slept with nearly everyone who worked there”
“Lucius…”
“Lucius…”
Lestat sat frozen seething at the thought of the man. He wanted nothing more than to kill him for making his way into your heart, he couldn't care less about the kind of relationship you'd shared with him.
“Uncle Les,” Claudia called out, exchanging a look with Louis.
“We can still get her to come home, he has sent her mail before,” looking around, he sent to the pile of mail, looking through and seeing the ripped-open envelope.
“Los Angeles, she's in Los Angeles, we can find her,” Louis approached Lestat, showing him the mail.
“She's gone, she's gone back to him and left us,” Lestat mumbled to himself, already crying.
“Hey, we’re gonna find her and she'll hear out, she’ll come back home,” Louis told Lestat, also trying to convince himself, as tears dropped from his eyes.
“I’m going to bed,” Lestat sulked.
“So you can cry all night? Do you want Y/n to come back or not, I sure as hell got used to some peace around here, we have the address, we can easily find a way out there, stop being so dramatic,” Claudia screamed at him.
“I preferred her quiet,” he said, sniffling.
“We can get her back home, you know how she is, she'll want to talk it out before we're back on the road”
“The insufferable therapy sessions,” he chimed in, as he wiped his eyes.
“Exactly, we can start planning right now,” Louis said, his companion nodded in agreement.
“How much do I need to pack?” Claudia asked.
“What makes you think you could come?” Lestat asked her, crossing his legs.
“Because I care about Y/n too”
“We won't be gone for long Claudia, we're just trying to get her to come back home,” Louis said to her, watching as she stepped away.
“If Y/n was here, she would not be okay with you just leaving me here,” she said, stomping upstairs.
“Where should we start?”
“Why don’t you turn Sonya? It’s so obvious that you care about her?” You asked Lucius as you danced to the classical record, in the considerably large living room. Wearing the custom gown he'd gifted you, both of your mouths were covered in blood from the guest of the orgy he'd hosted.
It had been nearly a week of spending time with him, and you were enjoying every moment of the easygoing, carefree life.
“None of this music is as good as it once was, going to see Paganini, I had never heard an instrument played so beautifully,” he shook his head, ignoring your question.
“Lucius,” you called his name knowingly, forcing him to look at you.
“I can't turn her, I…I love her,” he admitted, dipping you.
“If you love her, you'd turn her, and you both can have eternity together,” you told him, but he smiled, his hand brushing against your cheek.
“If I love her, then I'll let her live, have children of her own, and pass on as a pretty little elderly woman,” he said.
“Very noble of you,” you joked.
“I guess, but I’ll hold on until that time comes, I have another two years, and she’ll be twenty-seven”
“Aw, Lucius, are you sure you don't want me to do it?” you asked, as he continued to dance.
“Love looks different for everyone, my love, you, of all people, understand that,” he chuckled.
“I guess you're right”
“I suppose that is why your lovers are about to burst into my home,” he said with a smile, as he held you close.
“Yeah, probably, wait, wh-
Just then, the front door burst open, Lestat and Louis storming it, although, they had different targets, rushing over. Louis stood in front of you, pulling you away, into his arms, already pleading that you forgive him for how he spoke and his recent habit of exclusion.
While Lestat instantly had Lucius against the wall, his hand to his throat. Your maker only laughed, you truly learned well, both of these men wrapped completely around your finger, and you didn't even realize it.
“Lestat, don't,” you told him, hearing his chaotic thoughts, he wanted Lucius dead.
“You leave without a word, in the middle of the night. Countless arguments, and the moment he comes up, you up and leave me, leave us,” he screamed.
“We can talk about it, but I need you to let him go, I don't want to see you two fighting, so please, just release him,” you said, exhaling a breath of air, as he let go, growling at Lucius, who nonchalantly walked to you.
“You've done so well, my love, they're like your two little dogs,” he laughed, turning off the music.
“Lucius,” you warned lightly, as he pulled you close to whisper into your ear.
“I’ll give you a bit of privacy, I presume you won't be here when am back, I want you to reach out more often, it has been fun since you've been back home”
“I will,” you nodded.
“Wonderful, I love you”
“I love you too,” you said, watching as he went outside, flying into the air in an instant.
“What are you two doing here?” you asked them, wiping your mouth.
“What are we doing here? Did you forget that you have companions, or did you not care?” Lestat asked angrily.
“You up and left, you didn't even leave a note,” Louis said.
“Did you not care when you were in Mississippi, did you care when you brought up upbringing as if it was an insult?” the words shut them up, the guilt evident, in their eyes.
“Do you love him more, you went back to your maker because you want him more, we haven't been enough for you,” Lestat spoke.
“I'm sorry for what I said to you, I was angry and I misdirected my anger and I didn't mean to do that, especially to you,” Louis apologized.
“Apologizing is pointless, you love him more than any of us, I just need to hear you say it, perhaps that will give me the closure I need, say Lestat, I never loved you-
Bursting out laughing, you covered your mouth, waving your hand apologetically at the two.
“I'm sorry, but you two are drama queens,” you laughed.
“What are you talking about?”
“I didn't even take all of my clothes, or my coffin if I was leaving, I would be taking that because it’s custom,” you told them.
“Why didn't you say that in a letter?” Louis asked you.
“Because I thought about leaving for good, but then I considered how much I love you both, yes, I am oftentimes left out, but when I'm not, I feel like I'm on top of the world, and as you said, we have gotten into countless of arguments, why would I just because you brought up Lucius?”
“You're always bringing him up, comparing-
“I’m not comparing the two of you, you have a few things in common, it has only been a handful of times, but you only like the attention on you, you get so jealous at the thought of me talking about another man,” you laughed.
“Don't be ridiculous, and he's not nearly as good-looking as me,” he said.
“See, I never compared your looks, I know who looks better, Lucius doesn't come close”
“You too, Louis, jealous, worried that I wouldn't think that our relationship is enough and I’d go back to Lucius to practice his lifestyle, it's cute really, you both came scrambling out here, to win me back, I am touched and a few other things,” you continued as they approached you.
Immediately, Lestat was kissing your lips, holding you close, scared to let you slip away. Pushing away from him, you pulled Louis near, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Lestat stood behind you, kissing your neck, and tearing the dress.
“Where’s Claudia?” you asked through your moans, as each article of clothing was peeled away. Stopping, the two slowly stared at each other, before looking at you.
“She’s in New Orleans”
“You left her in New Orleans, by herself? We need to leave now, why would you do that?” you yelled, going to pack your things.
“Wait, can we finish what we started?” Louis asked his hand over the painfully stiff sensation between his legs.
“No, we need to get back to her”
“I hate when the brat is right”
#lestat de lioncourt x reader#lestat x reader#lestat de lioncourt#louis de pointe du lac x reader#louis x reader#interview with the vampire#amc iwtv
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Losing My Mind over Veilguard 8/??
See, I waited a perfectly reasonable amount of time before coming in swinging again but I actually cannot get over how dead the game is. Literally. (Me ranting about an early game quest in Minrathous incoming)
Spoilers below the break
So. The first time you go to dock town? And Neve says in one of seventy different ways "no you don't have to come with me, this is my home not yours, I can handle this myself if you want to stay back" ?(but the showing not telling argument is for another day so I'll refocus and conserve energy for another day). Anyways.
This quest. The one where you go into the chantry in Minrathous and surprise!
Dead bodies absolutely EVERYWHERE.
I took a screenshot and then lost it, but it's worth mentioning that in my game, Neve's line of dialogue above about tracking down family and friends of the deceased didn't even trigger. If it had, however, I still would have lost my mind.
Why, you might ask?
Because after counting, losing count because I was counting so high, and then recounting about seven thousand times I can confidently tell you that plus or minus two to three more corpses, there are EIGHTY SIX dead bodies in the CHANTRY. The holy center of an incredibly popular religion! And even if it weren't that! It is a massive grounds with EIGHTY SIX DEAD PEOPLE who were KILLED HORRIFICALLY BY THE VENATORI AND DEMONS. How are you going to have the time to track down next of kin for that many people? And WHY are we acting like this is NORMAL?!
Dock Town is played very one-note already as a neighborhood where sketchy things happen and people go missing and it's best to just keep your head down if you're not in a position to do something about it.
But oh my sweet baby Maker come onnnnnnn.
You aren't going to recover from this if you're this branch of the Chantry. Presumably, you've just taken a massive hit across all levels of your religious hierarchy and that takes time and training to fill. And dock town is poor as hell, so where are you going to get the funding to fix this sudden staffing issue?
How does this affect (per @housederiva's iconic posts) Viper? Ya know, the guy we have found out through datamining is literally the Black Divine?? All we see (in the scenario where Treviso is saved) is him sadly sitting outside the chantry going "we remember the fallen" and that's presumably for the people lost when the dragon attacked, with nothing spared for the (again, I can't not lose my mind over this) eighty six dead people who were devoted to the same cause he is!
A whole smattering of holy women have just been yeeted off the mortal coil and it means absolutely nothing to your immediate party save for some of the emptiest lines ever, the city as a whole, or in the larger lore of the game. At all.
There are so many moments like this that had me rapidly oscilating between screaming at my ceiling and looking exactly like this:
And this isn't even something they can pass off as being too tied to the source material and wanting to start "fresh". This is just lazy, empty, disappointing storytelling and it's why I lose my mind a little more every time I see an ardent defender of the game tell an older fan to "get over it" or "let go of your expectations."
Because having something like (so sorry) EIGHTY SIX DEATHS go down with actually NO ripples throughout the rest of the game coming from ANY studio, let alone one that used to kill this kind of thing, is crazy to me. And I will die on that hill, even if it means Neve just kind of skips over my body on her way to find my next of kin only to never spare me another thought again.
#veilguard spoilers#dragon age the veilguard critical#datv critical#dragon age veilguard#datv spoilers#veilguard critical
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Ranking Cosmere Families Based Whether I'd Want to Attend Their Thanksgiving Dinner
If they, you know, actually celebrated Thanksgiving or if I existed in their universe and could attend. But anyway.
[Last Thanksgiving special: How They'd Cook a Turkey]
1. Kholin Family Dinner: No Thank You
Let the various eras of the Kholin family spread out before you: is there ANY iteration of that family whose Thanksgiving Dinner you'd want to attend? We have the Blackthorn Era, where Dalinar is getting drunk and trying not to make eyes at his brother's wife and also Sadeas is probably there. We have Way of Kings era where Dalinar thinks he might be going crazy and is always in a lowkey fight with Adolin. We have post-Oathbringer where you sit at that table knowing that Dalinar killed his kids' mother. Is there any moment when a Kholin family dinner wouldn't be awkward for a guest? Even Shallan being there isn't enough to win me over. I'm staying home.
2. Kelsier's Crew: Sure!
I think a holiday dinner with Kelsier's crew would actually be delightful. I think that whatever else they had going on at the time, they'd make an effort to put that aside and have a good time.
3. Kiin's Family Dinner: Hell yeah
Kiin (Sarene's uncle in Elantris) is canonically an amazing cook. Like, I'd LOVE to be at their family dinner. Plus, Sarene seems to have a nice time hanging out with them. Sure their kids squabble a bit, but nothing major.
4. Stormblessed Family Dinner: M-Maybe?
I feel like this is strongly era-dependent. Join them when Kaladin and Tien are kids? Yeah, I think that would be all right. There might be tension between Lirin and Kaladin, but Hesina and Tien are there to defuse it. After the two kids are taken to war? I-I'm leaving that couple alone to grieve, I think. Post-Kaladin-Radiant time? That's REALLY book-dependent. Got weird between Kaladin & Lirin for a while there. I don't want to be there for their yearly argument about whether it's ever okay to kill someone. Maybe I'll just help Hesina in the kitchen.
5. Tress Family Dinner: Definitely!
Yeah! Tress is a great cook, her parents are AWESOME, and if Charlie is there too, all the better. Like, this one is a no-brainer yes please.
6. Bridge 4 Dinner: Yeah!
Especially if it's post-Radiants, so that (a) we're not all enslaved in Sadeas' war camp and (b) there are women too. I bet Rock's Thanksgiving stew would be delicious. Kaladin would be late, but you know what, it's okay. He's very busy.
7. Court of the Gods Thanksgiving Dinner: Maybe If I Were Younger...
Listen, I'm sure it's a raucous good time. There's lots of food, it's really good, everyone looks hot, and everyone is very drunk. Not REALLY my scene, though. I might go if I were invited, but if Tress's family had already offered, I mean...
8. Idrian Royal Family Dinner: I'll Pass
For one thing, I feel like the food would not be very good since my impression of Idris is that everything is...gray. But even beyond that, the family dynamics do not sound fun. I mean, their dad sold his least favorite daughter into what he thought was deadly sex slavery. Their mom doesn't even have a name. It just feels so awkward.
9. Noodle Shop Thanksgiving Dinner: Yeah!
Going out to eat is a great way to not have to cook for Thanksgiving dinner. And Design's Noodle shop--or even later under the new owners--feels like a great place to get some food. Depending on why I'm there, I might even get some free sympathy noodles if I have nowhere else to go! Y-Yay!
10. Lopen Family Dinner: Yes!
I definitely would say yes if invited to eat with Lopen and his many cousins. Remember when Elhokar was there for a minute, and Lopen's mother kept making him eat more? I am going to be SO STUFFED and it is going to be SO worth it.
11. Ladrian Family Dinner: Totally
I'd love to have dinner with Wax and Steris and presumably Wayne and Marasi and possibly MeLaan! I bet the place settings will be fancy and that I'll have to bone up on my etiquette rules--but then, Wayne will be there so surely my using the wrong fork will go largely unnoticed. Anyway, these people seem pretty fun to hang out with, and I bet the food and whiskey are both good.
12. Montane Family Dinner: S-Sorry, Can't Make It...
As much as I love Threnody as a concept, I don't want to hang out in a small circle of silver-ringed "safety" while knowing that murderous ghosts await any mistake outside. I just don't feel like it would be a relaxing time. Plus, you know, Silence's grandmother is literally a ghost in a locked room like right over there. That's a family dynamic I don't care to experience.
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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐩𝐭.𝟒
*•*•*• 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 - 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝?
𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜! 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩
Part 3 here
*•*•*• 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - 𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭!
The strip club was packed tonight. Neon lights gleaming with low vibrant tones as smoke clouded the room. Women dancing or spinning on a pole for the enjoyment of their patrons, trying to earn some extra money for the night.
Eren sat amongst his group of friends. They cheered and laughed while he sat back and smoke the rest of his unfinished blunt. He was quiet. Distant. Not really paying attention to what was being said.
“Why the face handsome?” The dancer next to him ask. Her jumbo sized breast pressed right in her face.
“Don’t mind him. He’s been a bit grumpy tonight”
Damn straight he was. It had been 7 months since the last argument you had and soon you’d be ready to burst any day with your daughter.
It was scary for him to have another one but he’d love her none the less . Eren didn’t really know how to approach the situation any more.
He was tired of fighting with you over this. He just wanted to be a family but his anger wouldn’t subside and let him out his pride away.
He hated how vulnerable he felt when you left. Hated that you didn’t even think to trust him. Things could’ve been different.
He allowed you to have your space. Not bringing up the subject again but you could tell he was different. More closed off and aggravated.
It was always between the two of you but Eren never let you leave.
Even when you tried, he made sure you were escorted to anywhere you needed to go. He moved out of the room to give you a sense of privacy.
He barely even looked your way these days.
Eren stood from his spot knocking the woman back slightly. He took out a few hundred bills and slapped it on the table before walking out.
He had a lot on his mind. Scared to go home and confront you. To actually let this go and move on.
You were also feeling the same. It didn’t help that your hormones were raging and making you an emotional mess.
To stubborn to apologize and take accountability for your part in his feelings.
His insecurities. Although you did it for yourself and child (and you’d do it again.),
You know you still hurt him. Leaving Eren in his time of need. You were ready to apologize. More than ready. You were ready to be a family again.
-
Eren made his way into the foyer, closing the door behind him, turning the lock. It was quiet, save for the tv he could hear faintly from upstairs.
He climb the steps barely making it to the top when you round the corner. Belly low and swollen. A painful look on your face as you waddle to the rim of the staircase. Eren loved seeing you like this.
You looked beautiful and glowing.
Full with his child. He was swooning. Over the course of these past 7 months, nothing made him more happier than seeing you here with him.
He wanted to reach out and rub your belly, but he made sure to keep his distance.
Not wanting to upset you even more, since he’s forced you to stay.
“Hi.” You softy spoke. It looked like you had been crying. The puffiness of your eyes giving you away.
“𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.“
Straight to the point. Eyes pools of nothing. Emptiness. Seeing him look so dead only made you feel even worse for your part in this story.
“I wasn’t crying.” You lied. Already feeling the tears welling up and falling over just from his simple question.
Eren sighed and made his way up to you. Reaching out to caress the heaviness of the love you both created.
‘Ren I’m-“ “I’m sorry.” Before you could even get the words out, it was like he had stolen them from the tip of your tongue.
More tears flood your waterline. Heavy sobs racked up from you.
“I was hurt, and I wasn’t ready to let go.”
“I’m so sorry.” He apologized again, pulling you to his as close as he could. You wrapped your arms around his neck. His scent filling your nose, only making you cry harder than before.
“I’m sorry too Eren. I shouldn’t have been so stubborn.” You cry. “The least I could’ve done was acknowledge that I hurt you.”
“I-“
Lips mashed together. He silences you with a kiss. Pouring all of his love into it. You missed this. You missed him.
Eren picked you up bridal style, belly and all, to your bedroom.
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Soft moans and grunts could be heard from down the hall.
Eren thrusted softly into you. Careful not to be too rough. The gentle kisses he peppers on your neck has you squeezing his biceps.
He could feel you clenching on his girth. One clench in particular has him sucking harder. His soft strokes now getting a litter faster and vigorous.
“It’s so good baby.” You turn your head to the side in order to kiss him. The both of you lying side ways. The best possible position for you as your belly was in the way and missionary made you sickly.
You loved the way his dick rubbed your walls lovingly.
Your moans increasing with every thrust. “Yea mama this shit feels so good.”
You loved how vocal Eren was. He always let you know the power you had over him. “Oh shit!” Your orgasm was a strong one. It had been so long since your body had been touched so this was a euphoric feeling. You could hear your juices sloshing out of your pussy the more he pound into you.
“Keep going baby. Fuck!” Eren could feel you about to cum again. This only egged him on into cumming with you.
His thrust sloppy but still perfect enough to satisfy you.
Slow stroking, his cum shot into your canal spilling out from the sides.
The both of your breaths heavy and heaving. Eren went on to kiss you tenderly. Love sparkling in his eyes. He finally felt whole again. The weight of his anger no longer present.
“I love you.”
“I love you to ‘Ren.”
Sorry it’s so short guys. This is the last chapter. A lot has been going on and it was really hard to even write this. Hope you enjoyed l!❤️
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so i saw a couple posts about how arthur is sexist and racist and i'm not defending him because ive got a filter on but i do think some things are debatable. a few things got blown out of proportion and overanalysed i think.
first off i agree by today's standards hes definitely got some views to correct such as gender roles and not resorting to telling a woman to go to the kitchen as an insult, but at that time hes about as feminist as you get from a man. he says he doesnt think women and men are all that different, and he doesnt show any doubt at all regarding the capabilities of the women in the gang. many times hes expressed his belief that the women such as tilly or mary beth are skilled and capable of fending for themselves. he frequently shows his vulnerable side to the women in camp. when sadie made it firm that she wanted to be a fighter he allowed her to do it, barely even hesitated. i think he only mocked her because hes irritated at the commotion she and pearson caused in the middle of the camp, and also when isnt he sarcastic?
about the womens suffrage march: yeah he goes only because he's getting paid but he doesnt mock them for their cause and isnt afraid to be seen among them or to be perceived as an ally to their cause. considering the amount of angry men gathered at the protest who would have died of shame if anyone thought they were allies to feminism i think the contrast is clear enough.
'arthur as a lover would force gender roles' i genuinely dont think he would. the girls in the gang do chores because ms grimshaw is in charge of them and arthur has nothing to do with it, hes in fact more assured of their mission success when the girls are involved. he trusts sadie in a fight with his life. he meets charlotte and offers to teach her, without her asking him, to handle a gun to hunt and be independent, not once does he tell her to go back to her cozy life in the city or find another man to rely on beyond offering to get her somewhere she can get food. he goes out of his way to help mary, even when he realises he has nothing to gain from it. these are his views on what a woman should or shouldnt do and it wont change just because said woman is his partner. and i dont even ship him and sadie but i totally get it, i think he'd love a woman who can handle herself both in life and in a fight. this is also why so many people thought he had insane chemistry with black belle and there are even fanworks out there of the two. he doesnt get to meet too many but he's nothing but impressed and respectful when he meets a strong woman. and sure, if his partner is and just wants to be a wife in a traditional wife role, arthur'd be totally fine with it, he'd probably love to have someone stay in their home caring for it and waiting for him. but i also think he wouldnt be opposed to someone who can accompany him when hes out and about and who he can entrust his life to either.
'he lost his temper at mary' okay why wouldnt anyone? thats an understandable reaction for anyone in the circumstances. he's gone to meet who is probably the only person he has ever loved romantically and still loves, and all she does is criticise him for his outlaw lifestyle while at the same time expecting him to help her using the skills he gained from that life. im not going to say shes using him or being manipulative but it comes close, which is a whole other debate and i dont want to get into it but mary isn't in the right either. they talk to each other as equals too, their argument and the way they talk to each othet just supports that. when he got angry he realises his mistake and tries to calm himself down immediately when mary tells him to be kind to her. any truly sexist man who believes in a man's role in a relationship wouldnt even have listened. there were and are enough men in relationships who dont listen to their female partners or accept criticism from them or would even escalate the situation but arthur is not one of them.
about him being racist - this is a no brainer honestly he wasnt racist in 1899 and not racist now. sure you can say hes ignorant and uneducated on racism issues but thats not the same as being racist or accusing him of racism. the only thing i see people have to support the racism argument is that he referred to javier as a 'greaser' during the boat heist, but thats i think the only time he says a slur and thats only because he's got a role to play and hes simply saying whatever the manager expected from his act. he thinks of javier as family and all of the non white people in the gang too, quite obviously.
and lastly yes i agree hes a flawed person, charles calls him out on not wanting to help the germans or the tribe of his own will, lenny calls him out on not realising that the south is dangerous for him and tilly and charles to be in, in fact many people put him in his place by telling him exactly where hes wrong. he is often offending people whether he means to or not, and in certain situations quick to lose his temper or resort to violence, but he is also a kind and caring and sensitive person. i dont think we need to be squinting so hard between the lines to know that hes a good person when he doesnt have to be the violent brute dutch shaped him into for the gang.
so anyway i totally agree hes not some pure pookie wookie cinammon roll capable of no wrong and definitely has a lot of flaws besides the crimes, but i dont think racism or sexism are among them.
everyone has their own understanding of a character, i dont normally want to get involved in debate but if anyone does want to discuss then do but keep it civil
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Invisible string
Pairing: Cassian x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Nothing, just fluff
Summary: Cassian and Y/N celebrate their anniversary
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Being mates with Cassian was one of the best things that happened in your life. Never would you have thought that you could ever get so lucky. Cassian was the kindest man you ever met. Never did he do something to hurt you - unless you wanted him to, of course.
At the same time, you're pretty sure that you two are really made for each other and were supposed to happen in every life. Both of you went through hell and back, yet came stronger than ever before. Remembering the times before you even knew that you were mates, you had a special kind of bond with each other.
Cassian was always with you. It didn't matter if just sitting next to you or on battlefield. If he wasn't with you, something was wrong. No one can easily force him to leave you alone. If it, of course, wasn't your wish. But even then, he would wait close to where you were in case you needed his help. He would manipulate the mountains to move if they were keeping you away from him. And mother help anyone that dares to hurt you, let's just say they never tried to do it again. Cassian gave them a big piece of his mind. No one will get away with hurting you, not when he's here.
Today was the day that marked your three year old anniversary since you officially accepted the bond. You were still freshly mated compared to your friends, but it didn't make your relationship any different - it's not like you two weren't already acting like a mated couple for nearly two hundred years.
"Hurry Cass, we aren't going to make it on time!"
You yelled at Cassian while putting on your high heels. On this special day you choose to have a date in your favourite restaurant in whole Velaris. It was where you found out about the mating bond, and since then, it became a tradition to go there on special occasions.
"No need to hurry, pretty girl. We got enough time."
You looked his way and were left breathless. Cassian really did go all out with his look today. Dark red tuxedo matched your dress like you planned. It wouldn't be you two if you didn't match in any way. He even slicked back his hair. You loved when his hair was wild and free, but this slicked back look surely did suit him too. Before you could decide to stay home and enjoy your anniversary in your bed - by doing some more pleasurable things that dinner - you quickly stood up and grabbed his hand.
"Let's go, big boy"
The flight there was fast and peaceful. You always enjoyed flying with Cassian. The comfort his arms brought you mixed with the freedom you felt when wind ruffles your hair, was something you could never get enough and you hoped with all your heart that it wouldn't go away, not now, not ever.
You sat in your favourite spot, with cassian opposite to you. He took your hand in his and smiled at you with a look in his eyes that let you know everything he was feeling. Love flowing through the bond, nearly overwhelming you with how much of it there was. But you're basking in his love, enjoying every moment of it, like it could be your last.
"Hello, what can I get you?"
Cassian and you quickly order without even paying much attention to the waiter. Both of you were too busy looking at each other like it was your first time together. The looks she gave Cassian didn't go unnoticed by you though. Being used to women giving your mate unwanted attention, you ignored it. Hoping that she would get the hint and stop before you would have to step in.
She didn't get the hint. She was insulting you while flirting with Cassian, and you don't plan on letting her go away with this. That's how you got in this situation in the first place. You stand tall in front of Cassian, holding his hand while arguing with her. You held your head high, not backing down from an argument with some fae woman that wants your mate.
"Mates don't always have to be together. He can choose someone like me. No one would probably even blame him"
"No one would blame your mate for not choosing you with how you are acting. But that's what happens, you know. Mates don't always have to be together"
With that, your hold on Cassian got tighter, and you started walking away from the restaurant. You are too busy thinking about the audacity of that waitress to even notice what's happening around you. That's why it took you by suprised when Cassian pulled you into his chest and kissed you deeply.
"Isn't it just so pretty"
You looked confused at him, wondering where still will lead off. "What?" Your voice quieter than whisper.
"To think," his lips slightly brushed yours, "that all along there was some Invisible string, tying you to me." You were the one to close off the distance first. Kissing like there was no tomorrow, like you didn't see each other for years. But there was enough time - enough time for you to fulfil all your dreams and do everything your mind thinks of.
"One single thread of gold tied me to you"
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Recovery - Chapter 13
Eminem x FemReader (Y/N) fanfiction
Summary : Reader sees Em for the first time after their argument, weeks later.
Tags : Little bit of angst, Comfort, Lots of FLUFF 🥰
CW : Mention of overdose ; Mention of blood ; Mention of miscarriage
It had been three weeks since your argument with Marshall. It took you about three days to cool off and regret all the unkind things you threw in his face. In all fairness, you were still a little mad about the lying and the mean stuff he said, but you deeply regretted your words. Deep down, you knew it was out of line to throw his past in his face. You were haunted by the look of hurtness you saw as soon as you mentioned him hitting women. You contemplated calling him to apologize, but every time you grabbed your phone, you could hear his words : “You are nothing but a whore and a junkie. I should have left you at that party, to get fucked by whoever was there. Hell, maybe it would have been better if you had overdosed on pills before we met”. You wished he would make the first step and call you, but he didn’t. You didn’t really mean all the things you said, but maybe he did, after all. Not that you could blame him : you really had been a bitch on this one. You were starting to resign : maybe he wouldn’t call at all, maybe your friendship or whatever it may have been was well and truly over. That was how it had seemed that night anyway.
It also took a few days for you to salvage your relationship with Talia. When you had gotten home that night, you were beyond livid. After all, she had lied to you too : she had definitely failed to mention that Marshall was with her when she confronted Cassie at her hotel, and that he threatened her. You were so mad that you actually threatened to leave the house and find another place to live. Thankfully, Jamal convinced you to stay and, with a lot of talking and countless apologies and sweet gestures from Talia, everything got better. The two of you were so close that it was virtually impossible for you to stay mad at her and, obviously, her cooking your favorite meals and bringing sweet little gifts for you every time she went shopping helped a lot in that department. This girl knew you so well that no man could impress you with gestures at this point. Not that any man would come knocking on your door anyway. Your roommates were basically the only thing keeping you sane. You had obviously told them about the altercation with Marshall and they saw how depressed you were in the following weeks. They took care of you by trying to take your mind off things and making sure that you ate enough. You also suspected that they had something to do with Cassie not leaking the pictures. You weren't aware of the details, but as far as you knew, Marshall had taken care of things. Though the diss track wasn’t out (probably because it wouldn’t have been very timely with the other rapper being in the hospital), Cassie had contacted you the following day, sending you a video proving she was deleting the pictures. That was the last you heard of her. You were a bit curious as to the turn of events, but you didn’t want to ask for details. Too much pride on your part.
To sum things up, life was starting to get normal again. It was as though you had never met Marshall. If it weren’t for his necklace around your neck, his Saint Laurent jacket in your closet and a few selfies the two had taken together on some occasions, you could have sworn it had all been a dream. Talia and Jamal had eventually stopped mentioning his name when you were around, as they saw how painful it was for you. At the very beginning, they tried to talk you into seeing or calling him so that the two of you could work things out, but you were so worked up that you refused. Eventually, though, they resigned.
One of the most important drawbacks was that you barely saw the rest of the crew anymore, since you did not hang out at the studio. Porter and Royce came for dinner once or twice and you were happy to see them. You definitely weren’t as close to them as you were with Jamal or Marshall, but you had fun whenever they were around. So, when Porter texted you to invite you to his birthday dinner, you were obviously excited to go.
You know that everyone from the studio is going to be there, right ? Talia asked. Including… Well, you-know-who.
Oh, you said sheepishly. I hadn’t really thought about that, I guess… Thing is, I already said yes. And I love Porter, and I don’t want him to be caught in the middle of… whatever, you know ? Maybe I should just find an excuse and cancel at the last minute ?
Ooor, maybe it would be a good opportunity for you and Em to talk again, Jamal said.
Yeeeeah… I don’t know about that, you replied.
Come on, girl, he said. You guys will have to talk eventually, you know ?
Do we though ? You asked. I mean, it’s been nearly a month and, as far as I know, we’re both doing pretty well. I didn’t die, even though he might prefer otherwise.
Pretty well ?! Talia scoffed. Honey, you are doing terribly.
I’m not, you argued.
We heard you cry last night, Jamal pointed out.
Well, I was having uh… lady problems. You don’t know how bad those period cramps can get.
You’re not due for another two weeks, Talia said with a raised eyebrow.
Well maybe I was sad, you shrugged. About uh… Cats or something.
Quit the bullshit, Jamal replied as he rolled his eyes. The two of you need to talk things out. You’re best friends. That’s ridiculous.
He hasn’t called, you said.
Girl, don’t start, he said. You haven’t called either. You’re both too proud for your own good, and this needs to end.
You sighed. As always, your friends were too good when it came to calling you on your shit. You knew you had too much pride, but just for once, you wished they would leave you alone. No matter how much you were missing Marshall, his smile and his silly jokes, you couldn’t face him. If you were to see him again, you were pretty sure you would have a heart attack.
Look, it’ll be awkward for everyone if you guys don’t talk things out, Talia said tentatively.
I think you are underestimating my ability to keep going like this, you mumbled.
I am sick of this shit, Talia said. You love us, right ?
Of course I do, you scoffed.
And you want us to have good times with our friends, right ? She asked again.
Yes !
Then, you will make an effort, she said sternly. I already have divorced parents, I will not go through the same things with you and Em. We are friends with both of you, and you are going to have to find a way to deal with that.
Yeah, but I’m your roommate so you love me more, right ? You said cockily.
Y/N !!! Jamal said with his loud, authoritarian voice he only used when you were being a brat.
Fine, you said with a sigh. If I cross paths with him, I promise I’ll be… courteous. But I’m not calling him.
We’ll see about that, Talia sighed. And you will apologize ?
Depending on if he does, you shrugged.
You guys are so similar it’s actually scary, Jamal chuckled.
A few days after this conversation, Jamal came to find you in your room one night after he got home from the studio. You were already in your pajamas, watching The Wire, a show that was once recommended to you by Marshall. He was right : you thoroughly enjoyed it.
Hey sis, he said with a smile. Are you busy ?
Well, I’m currently having a bomb ass pool party with all of my imaginary friends, as you can see, you said sarcastically. What’s up ?
Just to give you a heads up, Em is coming tomorrow, he said with a smile.
Wha-Why ? You asked.
He wants his jacket back, he shrugged. For a photoshoot with some magazine, I think.
Wouldn’t it be simpler if you brought it to him at the studio ? You asked.
It would, he replied with a grin. But it wouldn’t get the two of you to talk.
You’re impossible, you said as you rolled your eyes.
Come on, you know you’ll have to face him eventually, he said.
Not if I could have it my way, you mumbled. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to see me anyway.
Well, believe it or not, he is not against the idea, Jamal said with a grin.
Really ? You asked, surprised.
Really. I told him he could come here to get the jacket from you tomorrow afternoon, and he agreed, he said.
I could just leave the jacket for him and spend the day somewhere else, you said tentatively.
Don’t you even try that shit, Jamal said. You are facing him. Come on, Y/N. I know you miss him.
But he hates me, you replied, on the verge of tears. And he is right to. I was so mean, Jamal. You have no idea.
Well, from what I gathered, he was pretty mean too, your friend pointed out.
I’m so scared, you whispered as you began to cry. You should have seen his eyes. He hates me. I don’t want to see that again. It’s too hard. I can’t…
Jamal chuckled and sat on your bed before pulling you in for a hug.
You care, he said.
Of course I care ! My best friend hates me !!! You cried. I fucked up. Everything.
… and you miss him, he added.
Yes, you whined.
See ? Doesn’t it feel good to admit it ? He asked with a smile.
It does, you admitted shyly.
Jamal kissed you on the forehead.
Better get that Jacket out of your bed, he chuckled.
It’s not in my bed, you said.
You were hugging it a few nights ago while you slept, he said. Don’t lie.
You come into my room at night, now ? You groaned in embarrassment.
Only when you cry in your sleep, he shrugged. Anyway, dinner is almost ready.
That night, you could barely sleep. You were so stressed out you were pretty sure you would develop an ulcer from stress. What if he didn’t show up ? Or worse, what if he actually showed up ? What if you argued again ? Would he say all these mean things all over again ? The following day, you were a mess, and the lack of sleep definitely didn’t help. You decided to bake, to change your ideas. You usually cooked when you were happy and baked when you were stressed out or frustrated. It was Saturday so Jamal was due on his weekly visit to his grandmother’s. Talia was quietly drawing in the garden. You were in the middle of cutting fruits when you heard the doorbell. You knew who it was. Your heart was pounding, and you tried to compose yourself before opening the door.
Hi, you almost whispered when you opened the door.
Hey Y/N, Marshall said.
You looked at him and it was like being hit by a bus. He was even more beautiful than you remembered. He was wearing jeans, sneakers and a leather jacket. For once, he seemed to have ditched the Kangol hat. His blue eyes were staring at you, and you couldn’t help but think he looked absolutely breathtaking. He was oozing charisma. The fact that he arbored an unreadable expression made him seem even more impressive. You stared at each other for a moment, not saying anything.
Can I come in ? He asked.
Oh, sorry ! Yes. Sure, you replied as you stepped aside for him to enter the house.
It felt as if you were meeting him for the very first time. He had the same unreadable expression he always had when meeting new people, far from the warm character he displayed for those who actually knew him. You didn’t expect him to flash a smile, of course, but it was extremely awkward.
Were you cooking ? He asked as he looked at your apron.
Baking, you said. Talia is in the garden, if you want to go and say hi to her. I just have to finish cutting these fruits and I’ll go and get your jacket, ok ?
Do you, uh… Need help ? He offered as he followed you to the garden.
Oh, I’m fine, you said nervously before grabbing your knife and getting back to your fruits. It’ll only be a minute. So, uh, how are you ?
I’m good, he replied. That is a big knife, you might want to be careful, there.
Don’t worry, you said as you tried to calm yourself and look him in the eyes. How is uh… work ?
Good too, he said, still with a neutral face. How about you ? Everything good with uni and life ?
Yeah, you replied nervously. You know, working on that dissertation, same old… SON OF A BITCH !!!
You yelled as you felt the sharp cut of the knife on the back of your hand. You were so busy looking at him and trying to find things to say that you hadn’t actually paid attention to what you were doing. It was, indeed, a big knife and you were bleeding profusely.
Shit, Marshall said. Are you alright ?
Of course, you said nervously. It’s just a small cut.
Looks pretty nasty to me, he said. Let me have a look.
He got closer to you and gently took your hand to inspect it. The contact, however innocent, almost caused you to have a heart attack. You never thought you could actually faint from being so nervous, but it seemed like you were about to be proven wrong.
Are you afraid of blood ? He asked as he saw your face.
Nope, you said as you swallowed dryly.
No offense but you look like you’re about to faint, Y/N…
I’m fine, you said nervously. I’ll go and grab some disinfectant in the bathroom.
Sit, I’ll do it, he said before quickly leaving the kitchen.
You decided to go and find Talia. She was focused on her drawing. She was insanely talented. You had always thought she should pursue it as a career but she couldn’t bring herself to quit her office job, no matter how much she disliked it. She was focusing on adding some shadows to nature scene.
Hey Tay, you said.
Hi baby, she replied without looking up. What’s up ? Isn’t Em supposed to be here, yet ?
Uhm… We might need to take a raincheck on that talk, you said as you swallowed nervously.
Don’t start, she sighed as she looked up. Oh my god !!! What happened ?! What did you do ?!
Cutting fruits, you explained.
Oh Lord, she said as she walked to the kitchen with you. I can’t look at this. This is terrible.
Marshall was standing there, rummaging in the pharmacy box he had found in the bathroom.
I don’t think you have any disinfectant, he said sternly. There’s a bottle but it’s empty.
Oh, you said. I’ll just put my hand under the faucet to rinse the blood, then.
Baby, it’s a deep cut. You probably need stitches, Talia said as she sat at the table to prevent herself from fainting.
It’s fine, you replied. Let’s not make a big deal out of it, shall we ?
They were both looking at you in disbelief. You were bleeding quite a bit, but there was no way you were going to the ER. You had developed quite the fear of hospitals since your miscarriage and overdose.
I think Talia’s right, Y/N, Marshall said firmly.
I’d rather die a long and painful death than go to the ER, you said.
Don’t be stupid, Talia said. Em, do you think you could take her ? I would, but I’d faint behind the wheel before we get there.
Sure, Marshall said.
No need to bother, you told him with an awkward smile. I’ll finish my pie and then go on foot.
He looked at you and let out a chuckle.
First of all, your strawberries are covered in blood, so I think you’ll have to take a raincheck on baking. Also… You’d have to walk for an hour to get there. Probably two, with your tiny legs, he said.
I can walk, you replied.
This stubborn girl will get tetanus before she actually sets foot in the ER, she told Marshall as she referred to you. Make sure she gets there ?
Marshall’s a busy man, Talia, you said. I will happily take a cab.
Don’t be silly, Y/N. I’ll take you. It’s no problem, really, he said.
OR we could wait and see if the bleeding stops by itself ? You tried, even though you couldn’t convince yourself.
Come on, Y/N, Marshall said. I’ll take you… And you know I don’t bite, he added as if he could sense your apprehension.
You sighed and looked at the two of them. It was clear that they would not leave you in peace, no matter what you tried to pull. Marshall was looking at you with a reassuring look. He wrapped your hand in some bandage, in order to cover the wound, and Talia helped you get ready while he cleaned up the utensils, so that she wouldn’t have to face the blood. The, he led you to the car and helped you buckle your seatbelt.
Thank you, you said sheepishly as he got in the driver’s seat.
Does it hurt ? He asked.
A bit, you shrugged.
In all fairness, you were almost too busy processing the shock of seeing him again after a month to actually feel pain. He started driving and you spent a few minutes in total silence.
So, he said as he cleared his throat. Should we get to it ? We might as well. It’s going to be a bit of a drive anyway.
Get to what ? You said in a small voice. There you were again, about to die of nervousness. God, you could be such a coward, sometimes.
To talking, Y/N, he sighed. You cut your hand, you can’t feign a brain injury. And I know you’re not stupid…
Right, you sighed.
There were a few seconds of silence. In this instant, there were many things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t quite muster the courage.
Shall I go first, then ? He asked.
Sure…
Look, he said, I… I shouldn’t have lied to you. It was wrong. To be honest, I contemplated telling you, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I didn’t want to disappoint you. And you were right anyway. I shouldn’t have threatened Cassie, and I definitely shouldn’t have sent those guys. It was stupid and I’m sorry.
Thank you, you whispered.
But I want you to know one thing, he continued. No matter what it looks like to you, I did do it for you. I was sincere when I told you I was looking out for you. It was the wrong way to do it and I definitely got carried away, but it was for you.
He looked at you and you nodded silently.
God, that’s quite a cut, he said. Your bandage is soaking in blood already. At this rate, you won’t have much blood left in your body…
Oh, I’ll live, you said. Unfortunately, I guess.
Don’t say that, he groaned. Look, I’m sorry about what I said about you overdosing. I didn’t mean that. I was pissed. You were going all out on me, and I reacted like a jerk.
I’m sorry too, you replied. I was mad at you, but I didn’t mean to be so… mean.
No, he said as he shook his head. Whatever that was, that wasn’t mean, Y/N. That was cruel.
You looked at him and noticed his hands crispating on the steering wheel. He looked tense.
I know, you said. I’m sorry.
I don’t think you know, actually, he replied. I know I fucked up, but picture this… Imagine meeting someone great and immediately connecting with them. You think they’re cool, interesting, and you find yourself able to talk about difficult stuff together, stuff that you can’t usually talk about. Now, imagine that they become one of your best friend in a matter of months. You hang out, you text all the time, you look out for each other, and your bond becomes stronger and stronger each day. You feel like they know you like no one else, like they appreciate you for who you are. Like they are one of the few people on earth to actually take time to get to know the real you. Imagine that you let down your guard down for once, for them, because they’re fucking worth it. With time, you even fall for them. Hard. To the point where you are ready to let go of some of your principles. Because once again, this feels different. This feels worth it, right ? Now, imagine that you fuck up and they’re mad at you. Happens, right ? But imagine that they actually use this as an excuse to take all the things you hate about you, the things you regret the most from your past and they throw them in your face. Stuff you never even talked about with them before, so you didn’t even have a chance to clear the air or provide context. They use it against you. How would you feel ? How would you feel if your best friend, the most amazing woman you have ever met, throws that shit in your face ?
I’m sorry, you said as tears started to well in my eyes. I am so sorry, Marshall…
You fucking hurt me, Y/N, he said. Hell, hurt can’t even begin to describe how I felt. For months, I was feeling great by your side. I thought we had a good thing going on, you and I. If you had just asked me questions about that shit, I would have answered thruthfully. Because I hate that side of me, but I can be honest about it. But to have you, of all people, using that shit against me, that was vile. I can’t say a lot of people have managed to hurt me this much.
You could feel the raw emotions in his voice : sadness, anger and resentment. He was looking at you intently as he spoke, unmoved by the tears streaming down your cheeks.
But I guess you know how it feels, now, he continued. Because I did the same shit. I took what you regret the most in your life and I threw it in your face. Hurts, doesn’t it ?
Yes, you whispered.
Sorry, he said as he took a deep breath. That needed to come out.
I am so sorry, Marshall, you said as you looked at him. I was mad at you but I know I shouldn’t have said any of this. It was wrong. Not that it’s any excuse, but I let Simon get in my head. He said all of these awful things about you and I didn’t believe them. But then, you lied to me, and you were here, like that angry guy I never knew, trying to destroy someone and I… It made me mad, you know ? And a bit scared, too. But yeah, I know it was so wrong. When I cooled off, I wanted to call and apologized, but then, I remembered you saying it would have been better if I had died, so I didn’t. And then, you didn’t call either, so…
You were trying to breathe properly as you cried. It was hard for you to contain your emotions. His look softened a bit.
You want to know why I didn’t call ? He asked.
No, you replied. I mean, yes. But… You don’t owe me an explanation. I was a bitch. I deserved it.
That’s not it, he explained. I did that to protect you. I was so hurt and pissed that it took me a while to cool off. And I knew that if I called or saw you, I would probably be even more of an ass. As mad as I was, I didn’t want to hurt you more.
You nodded as you stared in his eyes.
I’m so sorry, Marshall, you repeated. I miss you so much. I am one month sober today, and I can say that it’s easier to stay away from drugs and booze than it is to be away from you. You’re my best friend. I miss you, I miss your hugs, I miss your stupid dad jokes and the way you look down on me whenever I say I don’t know something about hip-hop culture. Being away from you… I hate it.
I hate it too, he said softly.
You both exchanged shy smiles and drove in silence to the hospital, the atmosphere being more peaceful.
When you finally arrived, he helped you get out of the car and gently hugged you, making sure he wouldn’t hurt your hand. You walked towards the entrance and, as relieved as you were that the two of you had managed to talk, you were tense. This place brought up too many bad memories : the miscarriage, waking up after the overdose, the painful breakup with Simon… Marshall took your healthy hand in his and squeezed gently.
You’ll be alright, he said. You got this. And I got you.
You do ? You asked nervously.
Just because I hated you and didn’t like you for a minute doesn’t mean I stopped loving you and caring about you, he said. At the end of the day, you’re still my best friend, you know ?
You smiled shyly and advanced towards the entrance some more.
How about… We do best friends stuff and get some ice cream ? You nervously offered.
This is not going to work. You’re going in there, and you’re getting stitched, he said.
Yeah but we could get ice cream first, you pointed out.
Your blood is literally dripping on the floor as we speak, Y/N, he chuckled. So ice cream will have to wait until we’re done.
You groaned and eventually stopped walking.
What’s wrong ? He asked.
I’m scared, Marshall, you said. Being here, it brings back so many memories. I… That’s where I lost my baby, where I woke up after the OD, where I broke up with Simon. I can’t do it. I can’t be here.
You voice was starting to crack. He face you and gently stroked your cheek.
I hate it too, he said. If you look over there, I think you can see the window of the room where I woke up after my overdose. I almost died there. So, believe me, I know what if feels like to be scared of this place.
Why did you agree to come then ? You asked.
Because you need to be here, he replied softly. Because it’s been more than fifteen years. And because even though hospitals are scary ass places, lots of good stuff happens there too. They save lives. They can also save your pretty hands, he added with a chuckle.
He squeezed your hand again and led you through the corridors. He helped you fill the forms while you were in the waiting room, while reassuring you simultaneously.
You’re going to be fine, he said. It’s just a few stitches, not open-heart surgery.
I’m starting to feel sick, you said sheepishly.
You got this, he repeated. Think about the ice cream we’re going to get after, ok ? What flavor do you want ?
Strawberry. My baking plans didn’t work, so I might as well. Or maybe a vanilla Mc Flurry with M&Ms.
That sounds like a plan, he chuckled. If you’re brave, you’re getting both.
What do you want ? You asked back.
MFlurry sounds good, he shrugged. Come here.
He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. A nurse quickly called for you and you reluctantly left him, as he mouthed the words “You got this”. Once you were in the room with the nurse and the doctor, you couldn’t help but act out a little bit. You let them know that you were insanely scared of hospitals and needles so they offered you a bit of laughing gas to help you relax. In a few minutes, you got out with stitches on your hand and a big bandage, as well as a prescription for painkillers for a few days. You found Marshall in the corridor, talking to an attractive nurse who was definitely flirting with him. As soon as he saw you, he smiled.
See ? He said. You did this. I’m proud of you.
I’m really really brave, you said, still under the effect of the laughing gas.
Got the laughing gas, did you ? He chuckled.
Yup, you said, popping the P. I’m ready for my ice cream now.
A deal is a deal, he said with a grin.
I’m getting a Mc Flurry with M&Ms… with Eminem, you giggled.
The bad joke caused Marshall and the nurse to have a burst of laughter.
Sorry about her, he told the nurse.
It’s fine, she grinned. I’ve heard worse laughing gas jokes.
How long do you think it will last ? He asked. Just so I know what to expect.
Let me see, she said as she examined your prescription. Well, the effects of laughing gas don’t last too long, usually a couple of minutes, but seeing as she’s under painkillers… I’d say you might be in for a couple more hours of jokes. Basically until she sleeps.
Great, he chuckled as he looked at you. Well I think I better feed you.
I’m really really really hungry, you replied.
Better get going, then, he said. Thanks Nicole, it was nice seeing you.
Goodbye Marshall, she said with a smile.
Not goodbye to me ? You asked, causing Marshall to chortle.
Yes, sure, of course. Goodbye… Y/N, she said as she read the name on your prescription.
You were both giggling as you got out of the ER and made your way back to the car.
You’re impossible, he chuckled.
Whaaaat ? You asked.
Nothing, he said as he shook his head. You’re funny, that’s all.
You let out a giggle as you both got into the vehicle and went to a drive thru to get some ice cream and to a pharmacy to pick up your prescription before going home. The laughing gas was definitely putting you in a good mood. You kept on singing along to the radio. Eventually, one of his songs came on and you thought it would be a good idea to try and display your nonexistent rapping skills. He was crying tears of laughter when he finally parked in front of the house.
That’s not even the real words, he chuckled.
Well, you made it really difficult to rap, you pointed out.
To be fair, you also really suck at rapping, Y/N.
You stuck out your tongue and got out of the car as he shook his head.
Guess who’s baaaack ? Back agaaaain, you sang as you got through the door, Marshall chortling behind you.
Oh my God, Talia said. Are you drunk ?!
She’s fine, Marshall chuckled. Painkillers and laughing gas, that’s all.
Looks like she’s having the time of her life, Jamal chuckled.
You have no idea, Marshall said with a laugh.
So I take it that the two of you guys are alright ? Talia asked.
Yes, you said with a dumb smile. He’s my bestie again.
Well… Like she said, he said with a smile.
Talia engulfed him into a hug.
Finally, she said. I can’t have you guys mad at each other !
Want to stay for dinner ? Jamal offered. It’s been a while since we’ve had you here.
Sure, he said with a smile.
Yay, you said, causing all of them to chuckle.
After dinner, the four of you ended up playing Cards Against Humanity. Marshall and yourself were by far the most sarcastic, pushing each other further in the dark, sometimes tasteless humor. You kept on giggling, partly because of the laughing gas and painkillers, but also because it felt so good to have your best friend back. Eventually, though, you let out a small yawn.
Time for bed ? Marshall asked.
I don’t want the evening to end, you said with a small pout. I’m having such a great time with my three favorite people. You’re all my besties and I love you so so much.
You’re so cute, Talia swooned.
There will be other times, Marshall said with a smile.
You know what we should do ? We should have a bestie’s sleepover ! You exclamed.
I’m in, Talia chuckled.
I’m OUT, Jamal said. What’s next ? Facemasks ?
You’re no fun, you told him as you rolled your eyes. Marshall ?
Seriously, Y/N ? He chuckled.
You flashed a grin and batted your eyelashes.
I missed you, you said tentatively. AND I’m one month sober today.
You’re impossible, he giggled. Fine. You’re definitely high right now, but it’s medical, so it’s not technically breaking the streak…
No offense, but I’m not handling the two of you on my own, Talia chuckled. You guys go and have your little sleepover, I’m staying with my man.
Are we that bad ? Marshall chuckled.
I love having the two of you back as a dynamic duo, she said with a smile. But you are so similar it’s just too much at some point ! You make each other better and worse at the same time.
I like it, you giggled.
Me too, Marshall replied.
The two of you went upstairs and you got ready for bed, coming back from the bathroom in your pajamas. At the sight of these, Marshall burst out in laughter.
Seriously, Y/N ? Cats on your PJs ? He chortled.
They’re cute ! You argued.
They’re as terrible as your rapping skills. And believe me, that’s fucking saying something, he chuckled. These PJs are the least sexy thing I’ve ever seen on you.
Shut up, you pouted. What do you wear to bed ?
Usually, boxers. Or sweatpants, or nothing, he shrugged.
Now that is sexy, you giggled.
Get in bed, dumbass, he chortled. You’re so high, it’s hilarious.
Speaking of sexy, you added, I have your sexy jacket.
Right, he chuckled. Is it sexy though ?
You look sexy in it, you shrugged.
Do I, now ? He grinned.
Yes. Today’s leather jacket is sexy too, you giggled.
What should I wear for the photoshoot, then ? He mused.
Saint Laurent one, black jeans, black shoes, white tee-shirt for contrast, silver chains but not too big and lose the hat, you said after a few seconds of thought.
I should hire you as a stylist, he chuckled. You sure seem to have a lot of opinions on my clothes.
I’d be fucking glorious, you said.
How about you come and spend the day in New York with me next week ? He asked. You can be a glorious stylist, and you can even help me shop for new outfits.
Oh my god, that’d be so cooooool, you shrieked.
We’re doing that, then, he chuckled. Now, bed.
You got under the covers and he removed his clothes, staying in his boxers, before laying next to you.
Marshall ? You asked in a small voice.
Yes, Y/N ?
I’m glad you’re here. Thank you. And sorry again, you said.
I’m glad too, he whispered in your ear. I missed you.
You giggled and you fell asleep peacefully for the first time in a month.
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(Updated) Base Yandere Norman Bates Headcanons: Mother Approved (Psycho Movie)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins, Now I am pretty sure that I have done a Norman Bates one from the movies in the past at SOME Point. So this is the much-needed update, Anyways please enjoy This!
(Disclaimer: Norman Bates is not a Yandere in canon! He is mentally Ill in canon! This is just for fun, and not supposed to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes Are Not Ideal Partners to have in real life, neither are slashers!!! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!!!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Norman Bates From The First Psycho Movie-
.Norman has mommy issues that is for sure.
.His mother was not a good mother at all. She was abusive and was one of the main reasons that Norman had DID
.Norman loved his mother very much, and he wanted to be with her in a way that was not good. (The Sweet Home Alabama)
.He did end up killing his mother and her boyfriend.
.He made it look like a murder-suicide and this was the first time he switched to his alter Norma.
.He has three personalities, Norma, is the most dominant one. Norman is the less dominant one which is most likely his true self. and Normal which is his least dominant one and just keeps the motel making money and such.
.Norma and Norman would get into fights where Norma won most of the time.
.In comes you, you were something that Norman had never seen before, staying at his motel, he knew that he wanted you, and so did Norma and Normal.
.If you were a female or AFAB Norma says you are the only good girl and that they had to protect you.
.If you were a male she would say similar things that they had to protect you from this cruel world and all those terrible sinful women.
.Either way, Norma approves and they ALL Agree that you are theirs and theirs alone~
.They do everything to keep you at the motel, breaking your car to start with so you cannot leave, all the way up to locking you away in their house.
.They have a hard time sharing you, Norma and Norman get into arguments a lot about who can have you and make you theirs.
.They tend to be selfish about who can have you the most.
.They also do not hide anything from you.
.They would also kill for you with ease.
.Any woman that spent too much time near you was as good as dead.
.And any Man who got too close to you and had an interest in you, was also good as dead.
.They were extremely protective and manipulative as yanderes. Using Norman's shyness and meek personality to get closer to you.
.To easily manipulate you and get their claws into you.
.Norman is the one who is sweet with you and tries his best to protect you from Norma aka Mother.
.He does not want her to lash out at you, as he knows you do not deserve it, you are the only good.
.Norma would be the one to use Physical punishments to get you to behave, she calls Norman weak and that he is not worthy of you.
.She would be the one to decide to lock you up so you cannot leave them.
.Normal is the one who takes care of you more or less, making sure you eat, and apologizing for the other's. He did not want you to hate them for what two of them did.
.In the end, they would end up sharing you, but Norma would be the most controlling.
.If they did have rivals, those rivals would be good as dead.
.Norma being the part of their yandere mind trio is the one to kill them.
.They would confess to you, and if you said yes, they all would take turns kissing you.
.If you say no, Norman starts to panic, Normal is in shock, and Norma well she takes over, knocks you out, and then she locks you away.
.You want to be a brat and reject their love? Well, then you can be punished.
.You will learn to love them one way or another, mark her words.
.They all agree that having you as their love is the most important thing and that nothing can get in the way of that! Nothing at all!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done, this one I wanted to take it in a new way because if Norman was Yandere it could go with him just being yandere or his alters being yandere. So I went with the latter. Now I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
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The dim glow of the streetlamp cast long shadows across the deserted alleyway. You clutched your coat tighter around yourself, the chill of the evening seeping into your bones. Your footsteps echoed softly against the damp pavement as you quickened your pace, hoping to reach the safety of your apartment just a few blocks away.
“Hey!” A familiar, aggressive voice called out from behind you. Your heart sank as you turned to see your ex-boyfriend, Jake, emerging from the shadows. His eyes were wild, and his movements unsteady—a clear sign he’d been drinking.
“Jake, please,” you began, taking a step back. “I don’t want any trouble.”
He sneered, closing the distance between you. “Trouble? You think you can just walk away from me?”
Before you could react, Jake grabbed your arm, his grip bruising. Panic surged through you as you struggled to free yourself, but his hold tightened.
“Let go of me!” you cried, fear lacing your voice.
“She said let go.”
The authoritative voice cut through the tension like a knife. Both you and Jake turned to see a man stepping into the alley, his presence commanding and unwavering. The newcomer had piercing blue eyes that seemed to assess the situation in an instant, and his stance exuded a quiet strength.
“Who the hell are you?” Jake spat, not loosening his grip.
The man took a step closer, his gaze locked onto Jake’s. “I’m someone who doesn’t tolerate men hurting women. Now, let her go.”
Jake hesitated, his bravado faltering under the stranger’s intense stare. Sensing his uncertainty, you took the opportunity to wrench your arm free and stumbled backward, putting distance between you and your ex.
“Are you okay?” the man asked, his voice softening as he glanced at you.
You nodded, rubbing your sore arm. “Yes, thank you.”
Jake’s face twisted with rage. “You think you can just come in here and play hero?” he snarled, lunging at the man.
With swift precision, the stranger sidestepped Jake’s attack and delivered a calculated blow to his midsection, sending him sprawling to the ground, gasping for air.
“Stay down,” the man warned, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Jake groaned, clutching his stomach, but made no move to get up. The man turned his attention back to you, his expression softening.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he suggested, extending a hand.
You hesitated for a moment before placing your hand in his, grateful for the warmth and strength it offered. As he led you out of the alley, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of safety in his presence.
“Thank you,” you said quietly as you reached the main street. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up.”
He offered a small smile. “Just glad I was in the right place at the right time. My name’s Leon, by the way.”
“Y/N,” you replied, returning his smile.
“Do you live nearby?” Leon asked, glancing around to ensure Jake hadn’t followed.
“Just a few blocks away,” you confirmed.
“I’ll walk you home,” he offered. “Make sure you get there safely.”
As the two of you walked through the quiet streets, you found yourself stealing glances at Leon. There was something about him—an air of confidence and kindness that put you at ease.
“Do you often patrol dark alleys, rescuing damsels in distress?” you teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood.
Leon chuckled softly. “Not exactly. But I do what I can to help.”
When you finally reached your apartment building, you turned to face him, gratitude shining in your eyes.
“Thank you again, Leon. I don’t know how to repay you.”
He shook his head. “No need for repayment. Just take care of yourself, okay?”
You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the temperature. “I will.”
As Leon turned to leave, you found yourself calling out to him. “Leon, wait!”
He paused, looking back at you with a curious expression.
“Would you… maybe like to come in for some coffee? As a thank you?” you offered, hoping you didn’t sound too forward.
A slow smile spread across his face. “I’d like that.”
And as you led him into your apartment, you couldn’t help but feel that this unexpected encounter was the beginning of something new and wonderful.
Part 2??
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Scout’s Med Bay Stay (TF2 Bang)
-Hi! This is my contribution to the TF2 Big Bang Event! Scout wakes up after being injured to find some new strange people he’s going to get to know.
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As the man awoke, he had no idea what was happening. He had no idea where he was, no idea what was going on, or why he was here. It started coming back to him, but before he could put everything together, the pain shot up his legs.
Ow. Right, the enemy grenades. Shit, I hate enemy Demolition bombers. What did you get yourself into, Jeremy?
Jeremy opened his eyes and looked around, discovering he was in a med bay. The Scouting mission must have gone wrong, really wrong, since the other scout wasn’t there. He didn’t recognize anyone in the room.
“Ah! You are awake! I was hoping to harvest your organs, but at least the replacements worked!”
“What?”
The Scout looked at the man, and he nearly pissed himself.
Oh no, not the medic guy again.
“Uh, I don’t—” Jeremy tried to make an excuse for the man not to get too close, but before he could, the Medic was pulling him up from the bed to sit him up.
“You stay here Späher, I will get you the new medicine. You will make a great first test!!”
Jeremy didn’t have time to stop the man, nor did he really want to. He also didn’t ask why the American medic was German.
His legs were still killing him, and despite the dread he felt thinking about everything that could have happened to him, he ripped off the sheets anyway out of impulsive curiosity. They looked perfectly fine, besides the fact they had been cut off and reattached and left a giant scar. That’s probably OK. He moved his foot to find out if they still worked and jumped up in pain.
“He is brutal, but he always succeeds. Your legs work alright, Erreur?”
Scout looked to his right, and a man he hadn’t noticed before was there. The man had a bandage covering most of his face and was standing in the shadows enough that the rest wasn’t showing. It sounded like he smoked enough to kill him twice a day.
“Jesus, man, didn’t see ya there. Yeah, they work. If they didn’t, I dunno what I’d do. I’m a runner. I do the Scout work, finding out where the Germans are gonna be and making sure there’s no trouble. And if there was trouble, well, I took care of it.”
“You aren’t supposed to do that on scouting missions.”
“Well, I did. And that’s gonna make me a hero or something when it works out. Then I’ll go home to my girl, and she won’t be able to resist me!”
“WE WILL GO HOME TO OUR WOMEN WHEN WE WIN THIS BLASTED WAR. KEEP AT IT SOLDIER. WE’LL KEEP THOSE GERMANS AT BAY AND—”
Scout turned his head to see a man in full restraints on a bed, wearing an oversized helmet over his eyes. The Medic seemed to know this man and definitely didn't like him.
“Nein… not again. You are not a soldier. How do you get in here…”
“I AM AN AMERICAN SOLDIER THROUGH AND THROUGH—”
“You have a head injury, du verdammter Idiot.”
Scout turned his head away from the half-shouting match, half-desperate argument. The bandaged man in the shadows had disappeared, which Jeremy thought was fucking weird.
With nothing else to do, he pulled out his locket with a blurry picture of Pauline F. Pauling.
She’ll like me for sure now that I’ve got manly scars and stuff. I’ll come home her hero, and we’ll get to kiss and—
“MMMFF MMMH MMM.”
“GAH— WHY ARE YOU ALL SO QUIET UNTIL I’M TRYING TO FOCUS?”
Scout turned to the bed on his left, seeing the not-a-soldier and the medic fight in the background, and someone entirely wrapped in bandages in the bed close to his.
“Jesus, what happened to you?”
“Mmmhff mmmhb mffhh mmmmffhhhh mmm MMMFF mmmh.”
“Ja, we don’t know who that is. Don’t even know what side they’re on. I’ve just been using them for my experimental injections. Beyond that?” The medic shrugged and resumed his argument with the American.
“I gotta get out of here. We gotta get out of here; you gotta be real messed up from that.”
The burned patient muttered a muffled something that sounded like a verbal shrug. They then pointed to the locket.
“My girl? Yeah, she’s a real beaut, huh?”
“Is that ‘your girl’ mon étrange collègue enfantin?”
“OK, we’re getting you a bell.”
The French man sighed and stepped away from the shadow of the door. He stuck to the shadows and the wall, but stood next to the scout. Despite not knowing the man, Jeremy felt like a stray cat had sat next to him while not getting close to anyone else. It would be some sort of honor if the stench of cigarettes wasn’t so overpowering.
“Écoute, mon ami, you have been injured. Is there anyone you would like to inform? This girl? Perhaps your mother?”
“Well, I gotta tell Ma about this. I bet Pauling would love to hear about me and my cool battle wounds now.”
“Right… I’m sure. I will get the communications officer.”
Even Scout could see the man just wanted to leave the conversation.
Why’d he look so uncomfortable?
There was silence then, or as much of a silence as there could be in the overcrowded room. Scout never liked not being part of a conversation in a group of people. He felt left out. His brothers always seemed closer to each other than to him, so he was pushed out of conversations often, even when they did not mean to exclude him. Scout looked around the room. He supposed the same thing had kept happening in the army. He had had brief conversations with everyone in the medical area, but they all ended suddenly. He preferred the chaos of everyone popping up suddenly to the emptiness of everyone ignoring him. Jeremy looked over to the burn victim to his left, but they had fallen asleep, it seemed, as they made a cartoonish mimimimimi sound from under the seemingly infinite bandages. The silence was uncomfortable, but not uncomfortable enough for Jeremy to wake up someone with severe injuries.
“Ah. You’re no help.”
The Scout briefly considered talking to himself, but remembered when he was caught and teased by his brothers for that. Ma had said they meant well, but even so, Jeremy never wanted to seem crazy. At least not in a nonviolent way. Instead of talking to himself, he decided to do what he usually did when he was nervous or unsure. He counted all the ways he was the coolest person alive who would totally live the most incredible life anyone ever had. He was on reason number seven (he had miscounted severely. It was the 16th reason) when the door opened again.
“Hey, face guy! You’re back! Is this that letter guy? Make my injury sound really bad so it looks better when I go home. Hey, wait, there's two guys.”
The first man was tall and had an eyepatch. Scout thought that was awesome. He had a bottle of… what smelled like 100% alcohol in his hand and was leaning against the doorway, half asleep, half on high alert. Scout thought it best not to disturb this man until he became more aware of his surroundings. Instead, the scout turned his attention to the other man, with papers in his hands.
The second man was short and had other features that Scout immediately ignored in favor of the robotic arm the man had.
“WOAH, ARE YOU A ROBOT?”
The man laughed warmly, as if he’d heard it before from others.
“Well, I’m technically a cyborg,” said the man, with a warm smile, “and I’m also the correspondence officer until we find another guy who isn’t dead to do it. I’m Dell, but they call me Engineer most of the time.”
“Can I ask, like, a bajillion questions about the—”
“No, you may not! But my friend here is gonna ask you a few questions before we get this letter written. Tavish, I think you’d better do the talking.”
Scout had thought Dell was friendly, and he generally seemed to be, but there was a tone to the man’s voice that said another question about his arm would make him far less friendly. So Jeremy decided to do the most difficult thing he’d ever done, and be quiet as the Engineer stepped aside to make room for the hulking man with the eyepatch.
“My name is Tavish. I’m a demolitions expert addicted to alcohol and explosives—”
“Wrong speech, buddy,” said the Engineer encouragingly, as though this had happened many times before.
“Aye, right. Ahem.”
Tavish took out a piece of paper from his back pocket that was surprisingly pristine. He took a stick of dynamite out from the other, put it back, and looked around for something else. The French guy handed him a small gun as though knowing what he was looking for.
“Right, thanks.” The demolitions expert shot the ceiling twice to gather everyone’s attention. He handed the gun back and took reading glasses out of another pocket.
“You are all hereby requested for a special secret mission. The people hiring you will not reveal their names or the mission’s purpose, but we assure you that it is of utmost importance. You will be relocated to a strategic and secret area that may turn the tide in this war. Each of you has been selected due to the special skills you possess, as well as a general lack of morality. Also, we will pay you. We know some of you are here to be paid. We implore you to consider this opportunity and join our team.”
“Hey, where did your British accent come from there, weren’t you Irish or Scottish or somethin’? Also, yeah, I’m gonna do that. Can I tell my Ma?”
“Aye. Any other questions?”
“Ja, will there be room for my experiments there? Also, mein vögel, can they come? I can go with du all if I’m not taken from my work.”
“Aye, your experiments are why you're here, and experimenting with test subjects is encouraged.”
“Oh, then Ja!”
Each person asked questions, but since Scout had already accepted, the Engineer gave him one of the papers to sign and started writing Jeremy’s letter on another paper that was not a contract. Jeremy let everyone else fade into the background as he told his mom and his girl all about his injuries and how much he missed them in the letters. He took a while to sign his name, struggling with the letters, but Dell was quite understanding. Jeremy decided that he enjoyed the Engineer’s company.
The only thing that seemed off was the Spy. He did not seem excited about the contract, but he did sign the papers.
Each of the men, now called The Teufort Mercenaries, were helped out to the vehicle, except for the burned one, who was driven in a personal ambulance since they couldn’t move.
Scout wondered how they signed the paperwork. He wondered how his Ma would take it, with him being gone even longer than planned, but how much longer would it be? A week? Probably a week. Ma would be alright, he explained everything in his letter. She had his brothers to take care of her. He smiled, excited to drive off to a new, exciting, and important life.
The Spy, Demo, and Engineer stayed behind longer than the others.
“These letters, they will not be sent, non?”
“No, unfortunately, we have to burn ‘em. Gonna tell everyone these guys died in battle.”
“What about ze medic?”
“Oh, we don’t know where he came from. He just started saving lives by making abominations to god, and we let him.”
“What ze fuck is wrong with you all?”
“Ask the higher-ups.”
Meanwhile, Tavish was getting paid by a woman who addressed herself as P. He assumed that was because of her purple attire.
“So you’ll take them all to the desert location, right?”
“Aye.”
“And you won’t ask questions?”
“Aye. Not my job.”
“You’ll be perfect. Here’s the hundred. Go take them to Teufort.”
The woman then started calling her boss and walking away, and Tavish walked away as well. He thought he had heard, “They’re out of our hair now,” but he did not question it because it was his job now not to ask questions.
They all rejoined the group in the van, everyone having been ignorant of their absence. The lively chatter continued as everyone awaited their trip to a new life. A life that was not the heroic one they had expected, but simply a way to rid the world of these strange people.
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what the Strawhats would watch on YT 🏴☠️
Cuz I think it’d be funny
(No gifs but they’re a decent length since it’s only one crew—may or may not do a WBP version 🤗..)
Luffy:
watches boxing
He just likes it idk why- ik it’s oddly specific but I feel like he’d be into the adrenaline rush of it yk?
OF COURSE has a crap ton of food on his feed 😭 (he follows Sanji’s cooking channel 💞)
some music but not really, mostly party music for when he throws parties yk? 🤪 (I feel like modern Luffy would throw random house parties for no reason- and invite his friends)
super impatient with ads (he doesn’t like it interrupting his stuuuuuff 😩)
occasionally watches soccer as well
I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned this but he also likes video games! Watches gameplays and skips over the storyline for the action
would watch random animated shows but not necessarily for little kids yk? Just funny animated skits (but they have to be fast paced and actually funny or he’s not interested 😁)
watches yt shorts a lot, feeds into his short attention span (likes it better than TikTok)
Zoro:
work out vids.
debates in the comments on what strengthens/creates more muscle
always wins the arguments (has a lot of knowledge abt working out)
prob watched one motorcycle vid and now they won’t stop showing up on his home page
he’s tired of the motorcycle vids 😭
wants his gym work out hardcore routine home page back 🫤
would run his own yt page about gaining muscle n’ such but doesn’t care enough + doesn’t have time for the trolls and know it all’s (bro you ARE ONE..? 🤨🤦♀️)
blocked Sanji’s cooking channel after disliking all his videos
Nami:
fashion tips n tricks
”this or that” outfit edition on yt shorts
heavily criticizes each outfit and scrunches her face at the ugly ones (they’re not ugly just not to her taste)
doesn’t ever actually comment, even if she likes it
rarely likes too- actually, 😀 mostly just watches it and moves on, and there’s like nothing other than a few fashion haul and “where to shop for cute clothes” vids in her “watch later”
only watches them once, then deletes them, it pretty much stays empty
usually the vids she watches are around 5 mins, she doesn’t have a short attention span but she feels like vids that are hours long are a waste of time if it isn’t a music playlist
speaking of which she has a lot of light/catchy music playlists saved (Tyler the creator, kali uchis, laufey sometimes)
Usopp:
lots of inventions and creations, etc
used to watch life hacks/diy vids til it came out everyone found them cringe 😆👊💥
now he watches how to make stuff out of random car parts/tables- wtv! yk?
also some gamers :)
likes Minecraft a lot. He watches the “pro builders” thinks: I can do that easy! Tries, miserably fails, then rages quits (to continue watching the pros again). In that order.
watches prank vids
him and Nami share playlists/recommends each other songs so he has a whole bunch of music playlists she created for him (she forces him to watch and give opinions on the playlist right when she sends them. And if he takes over an hour she’ll charge him for making her wait)
He’s the one who got Nami into Tyler the creator
loves supporting Sanji’s cooking channel and likes/comments on all his vids. Actually takes his advice and has tried cooking a few of his dishes as his dinner and it actually worked out?! 😲
Sanji:
Has a cooking channel with 34.5k subscribers and an average of 50k views named ‘Cooking with Crap Cook’
Tries to Makes himself look like a “seductive waiter” in yt shorts (for the ladies)
does really good replying to questions/comments, open to suggestions/requests of what to make a cooking tut on and has actually traveled a bit with the money yt gives him! Takes the opportunity to cook in different places :)
cooks in public sometimes, occasionally someone recognizes him! ‘Wait are you the crap cook?!’
spoils Nami and Robin with the money he makes
Responds to women a little more happily than he does men (but realistically what else are we expecting?-)
his vids usually have a lot of cuts (Luffy, Usopp and Chopper came over uninvited for food and are TOTALLY trying to keep quiet while playing as Sanji makes a video) and are typically around 7-10 minutes
swoons whenever he sees Nami or Robin liked his video (has a nosebleed when they comment 😅⁉️)
has Zoro blocked despite the fact that he doesn’t post
Chopper:
has thought about posting health/medicine tips but is a bit insecure about what other will think + he’s camera shy
Zoro and Sanji try to encourage him by saying things like “just hurry up and do it already so I can incorporate your tips in my work out routine” and “there’s no need to be scared, I’ll help you out if you need”
still hasn’t pulled the trigger yet
for now he just follows other doctors and some gamers too
Luffy and Usopp put him on gaming
likes “Octodad” (LOL 😂💖)
doesn’t actually watch yt all that much, mostly when Usopp and Luffy do- but on they’re iPads instead of his
they mostly go on his when theirs runs out of battery, but they don’t stay on long since it just has a lot of medial advice on there 😀😅
prefers playing with Usopp and Luffy over his ipad
Robin:
(Long) informational vids and documentaries (mostly abt history)
also likes animal documentaries
follows other archaeologists
corrects anyone who’s wrong in any video she watches and is always right + wins the argument (has the most unintentionally funny comebacks ever 😂)
Follows Sanji and is pretty supportive, likes his vids and occasionally comments (more than Nami anyway..) whenever she sees his videos on her homepage
also encourages Chopper to start his channel and made him promise she would be the first follower/to know if he decided to finally do it
doesn’t spend much time on yt unless she has a lot of free time, and even then she prefers to read or spend time with friends
Always snuggled up in a blanket, drinking tea, watching animal planet’s yt channel on the tv when she does watch
has contemplated starting a informational channel but has never told anyone. Ultimately decided not to since she’s not on yt much and she’s too busy anyway.
Franky:
random inventions n such, like Usopp
still watches life hacks without any shame—genuinely uses some
also watches random vids, usually funny stuff- sends it to Robin (who always responds with ‘👍’ ……..(🗿😂)
Already knows how to build a lot of things from Tom- still goes to yt anyway and learns to build random stuff for fun
not on here often either, mostly when he’s bored
has a few gamers on his homepage because Luffy, Usopp and Chopper got him to watch a few vids he found funny (+ they steal his iPad to watch his yt when all 3 of theirs run out of battery)
always forgets to charge his iPad because he’s hardly on there and the one time he needed it for a yt vid to remind him how build smth it was dead 🙂
Follows Sanji’s cooking channel- always forgets to like his vids when he sends them to the group chat (also follows Robin even tho she doesn’t post)
Brook:
women..
not exactly inappropriate stuff but he does follow a lot of girl content creators so it looks like he’s just into fashion but he’s actually just following for them 😭 (the disappointment)
At least he also follows Sanji! (🤦♀️) forgets to like his vids tho- there’s so many women on his homepage that Sanji’s vids don’t even come down his feed
Also follows Nami and Robin
hardly on yt, prefers to play his instruments 🤷♀️
speaking of which he also follows a lot of music artists, mostly older ones from his time (HAHAHAHA)
Usopp and Nami force him to listen to today’s artists and he likes a few- but grandpa sticks to what he’s knows for the most part 😊
(Nami has Brook blocked)
Jinbei:
Follows Sanji but is Vegetarian so he doesn’t like any of his meat/fish recipes- same w chopper I forgot to mention that (😀)
Follows everyone (idek why)
mostly watches vegetarian cooking shows/recipes
Requests for Sanji to do a lot of vegetarian recipes (sometimes Sanji does them if enough women are backing him- 🤦♀️🗿 other times he ignores him……🙂👊💥)
also follows karate channels/masters n stuff
doesn’t criticize per say but does cringe a bit when they give bad advice
has better things to do then waste his life away on yt so he’s another one that’s not on here much..
would make a (fishman) karate channel if he cared enough- but he doesn’t :P 🤷♀️ (Zoro would’ve followed him)
#anime#luffyvace#anime and manga#anime headcanons#one piece headcanons#straw hat pirates#one piece#luffy headcanons#zoro headcanons#nami headcanons#usopp headcanons#sanji headcanons#chopper one piece#chopper op#robin headcanons#nico robin headcanons#Franky headcanons#Brook headcanons#Jinbei headcanons#franky one piece#cyborg franky#brook one piece#soul king brook#jinbei one piece#first son of the sea jinbe#tony tony chopper#luffy
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so i am genuinely curious- and i want to preface by saying i really have nothing against your kinks and ideologies, because free will is a thing and should be respected- how *do* you feel about women that have made major discoveries in fields like engineering, science, economics, tech, etc., from the perspective of misogyny/misogynist leaning viewpoints? do you believe that there are “two types of women”, so to speak? (i’ve heard that before in passing, as an argument for why some women do excel in certain fields and some excel in homemaking instead.) do you believe that they just got lucky? i’m interested in how someone with your views feels about this! :)
i’ve always wondered that, and you seem like an open-minded guy who’s willing to speak his mind. thanks for taking the time to think and answer, if you do. have a good one.
A well put together question, and I think it's an interesting one certainly, so I'll do my best to answer decently accurately.
In a more real sense that most of my posts are, I think the primary point of my own actual opinions stem from the fact that it's a lot harder for a woman to simply be a housewife and/or stay at home mother nowadays than in the past, several things factor into this - economic factors, societal factors, and so on. I personally see the decline of that as a loss for the overall role of femininity and womanhood, which is not to say that it's required that you be a housewife to be a proper woman, but certainly to fulfill a good division of labour or your gender role, whichever way you prefer to put it.
As for the 'two types of woman' point, I don't believe that's true personally. Any woman can be a circumstance of her own upbringing that may lead to different roles in life, but as I see it, pushing women away from a more domestic life that may differ from their eventual husband leads to a more detrimental effect on the generation they will raise - a loss of feminine or masculine role models and the like, but there will always be outliers, and that isn't inherently a bad thing, it's just life.
Maybe these women would be happier as housewives, maybe they wouldn't be, it's all a matter of circumstance. But to have the economic and social support to actually have a large majority of women be able to be in a domestic role I do believe is helpful to a society as a whole.
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Hii, I'm not sure if requests are open ( if they are not its okay if you skip this one :) )
Platonic ror characters (adam, eve, hades, buddha, odin, poseidon + any characters you want ) reaction to adopted teen reader who has a hard time socialising and voicing her own opinions. She's also afraid of men because she was surrounded by failing relationships with bad examples of harsh husbands including her own biological father who verbally abused her and her mother during her childhood. She also has severe social anxiety as well.
If this too detailed or disturbing, you can ignore this ask, I don't want you to do anything that you may be uncormfotable doing.
I hope you have a good day/night ahead and take care!❤
-Your foster family was absolutely massive, more than twenty members, and made up from the heroes of humanity’s past and literal gods.
-You were very skittish around them, even now after a year of being with them, you avoided large gatherings unless if you were right by the door, able to slip away at a moment’s notice, and you were only willing to spend time with the women, Brunnhilde, Goll, and the other Valkyries, Eve, Aphrodite, Kali, Parvati, and Durga.
-Some of your father and big brother figures, as they called themselves that were rather jealous, seeing you sitting with and actually socializing with the women, and when any of them would try to approach you would get tense and quiet.
-You were very hesitant in large groups, even at school, having only one or two friends, both girls, who were very supportive and gentle with you and never berated you and wouldn’t let anyone else bully you.
-Your family noticed your longing looks when you would peek out into the backyard, seeing all of them having fun, you wanted to join them so badly, but if any of them would say anything to you, inviting you out, you would duck back inside.
-You had a hard time voicing your opinions and wants as well, just willing to take what’s been given to you, if any of the girls took you out shopping you would wear the outfits they would pick out with no arguments, even if you didn’t like it.
-The day you invited Eve to your therapy session was a breakthrough moment, as she was able to learn why you were so skittish.
-Turns out your biological dad was very abusive to both you and your mother, screaming, hitting, and mentally abusing the both of you until he up and left. Then when your mom started dating, all the men she brought home were similar to your dad, abusive, just not physically.
-You were taken from your mother after you ran from her and her newest boyfriend, who told her that he would only stay if he could have you too, and both were arrested, and you never cared to see either of them again.
-You gave Eve permission to tell the others, after your therapy session and after she took you to boba, telling you to get whatever flavor you wanted, and you had another breakthrough, finally voicing a want, albeit small.
-You hid under your bed when you got home, afraid of their reactions as you heard many of them shouting in anger downstairs. You were so terrified you were going to be treated badly again by these men, despite them being nothing but nice to you this past year.
-After a few hours you finally went downstairs, feeling kind of hungry but also on edge, as nobody had come up to see you, mainly because Eve told them not to, so you wouldn’t get overwhelmed.
-You rounded a corner and bumped into the chest of (father/brother figure) and your breath hitched, taking a step back in fear.
-Adam and Eve- Immediately his arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you froze, eyes wide in fear before tears were quick to well. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a hug so warm, so full of love. Your arms trembled as they slowly lifted, stunning everyone behind Adam, and wrapped around his torso, hugging him back as the first sob ripped from your lips, sagging into his embrace. He just hugged you tighter, stroking your hair gently, lowering you to your knees as he could feel your whole body shaking, not wanting you to fall and hurt yourself. Eve came over and hugged you from behind, resting her head on top of your own, helping her husband calm you down, a smile on her face as she knew you were on the road to recovery.
-Hades- His hand reached out and cupped your face, “You okay?” he was gentle, thumb brushing across your blanched cheek as your breath stuttered slightly, freezing in place. His eyes narrowed, seeing how scared you actually were before he took a step closer, his hand smoothing along the back of your head and the other encircling your shoulders, hugging you close to him. You froze, a soft gasp escaping you as you felt no pain, only warmth and comfort; your eyes slowly closed from the feeling, it felt so nice, so safe. He felt you relax, only slightly, but it was a win in not only his book, but your whole family’s book, seeing you accepting the embrace.
-Buddha- Seeing your fear, against his better judgement, he quickly embraced you, holding you close, not able to stand you looking at him in fear any longer. Your eyes went wide before immediately softening and filling with tears, a soft sniffle leaving you. He was so warm, his arms felt huge around you and it made you feel like he was blocking everything out with his embrace, all your fears and emotions. He flinched only slightly when he felt your arms moving to go as far around his torso as possible, hugging him back as the smallest content sigh managed to escape your lips as you closed your eyes.
-Odin- His hand was massive, but so gentle as he cupped your face, checking your nose that was just a bit red, making sure that you didn’t hurt yourself, “Are you all right?” you knew his voice was deep and powerful, hearing it often when he would yell at Loki or Odin or anyone else acting up, but it was so soft, so gentle with you. Your eyes were wide in fear, but softened just slightly as his thumb rubbed your cheek gently. Your gaze shifted from him, looking a bit shy before you gave a small nod. His hand lifted and ruffled your hair gently, surprising you on how gentle he was with you before telling you to go the kitchen to get food which you nodded, giving a shadow of a smile.
-Poseidon- He was silent and still, looking just a bit like you, like a deer in headlights, which was rather amusing to see, some laughter rising behind him before he was quick to regain his composure, looking only a bit embarrassed before he lifted a hand to the top of your head, patting affectionately, “Dinner is in the kitchen, make sure you eat to keep healthy.” You nodded softly, looking still a bit nervous, but his touch was gentle and his words, at least while speaking to you, was gentle, because he turned to yell at Loki who was teasing, him, Poseidon looking a bit embarrassed.
-Loki- He immediately hid the sword he was holding behind his back, “Y/N~ fancy seeing you here- oh this- this is nothing!” your eyes had gone to the sword in slight confusion before giving you a bright grin, trying to play it off. Odin then shouted from the living, “Loki get back here! You’re not going to do anything against Y/N’s – oh, hello Y/N.” you looked between the two of them, confused before more appeared, fighting to get the sword from Loki, and from their arguing, you learned that he wanted to go and deal with your parents and all the men who did you wrong. You had to admit it was rather funny to see Loki fighting against the rest of your family until he made a good argument that you might feel safer if they were all dealt with. You were shocked by his words as he looked at you and you shook your head, silently telling him no and he instantly gave up, coming over to hug you, pouting only slightly, but you sighed softly in relief, not wanting him to hurt others for you.
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Can you do a fic off the song poison by brent faiyaz
𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
This is my first requested story and it’s based off the song Poison by Brent Faiyaz if you can please listen to the song as you’re reading:)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
Requests are always open, feel free to leave one or send me a song and I’ll take it from there!
Warnings: sexual themes, there will be mentions of smut and sexy things, mentions of toxic relationships, obsession, cheating and murder, drugs, dismembering of a body and violence
Summary: Ellie knows your relationship is toxic, but she can’t help but go back to you.
Know you ride it right
I might just die tonight
But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby)
I know it's bad for me
And you know it tastes so sweet
I think I need your abuse baby
A relationship filled with jealousy, possessiveness and obsession isn’t really healthy. And Ellie knew that. And since she was a little girl Ellie decided that she would never be in a toxic relationship.
“as soon as I see some toxic shit happen I’m leaving” she used to say.
But Ellie was a hypocrite. Telling people to leave their toxic situations because it wasn’t healthy, but Ellie herself was in one of the most toxic relationships in the whole of Jackson.
Ellie and y/n started dating exactly two years ago, and from an outsider’s perspective the relationship seemed healthy. Many people would even describe the two as the perfect pair. A couple that was a good example of a healthy relationship, so you could guess everyone’s surprise when the two of you broke up. But in reality no one knew what happened behind closed doors.
Behind closed doors your relationship was anything but healthy. Argument after argument and instead of sorting things out like a normal couple Ellie had you moaning her name, and begging her to give you more. You made each other jealous on purpose, you argued, you fucked and then you pretend like nothing happened. You both manipulated each other. You both hurt each other. But for some reason you stayed together. For two whole years the two of lived a life of jealousy, anger, and sex.
Ellie shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be standing outside your house. She should be at home with her fiancé Dina, celebrating their engagement but yet she was at your house. She let out a sigh as she brought up her hand to knock. Ellie waited exactly two minutes -not that she was counting or anything- before you opened up the door. The two of you made eye contact, before you said “what the fuck are you doing here-“ but before you could even finish Ellie walked forward cupping your cheeks, as she brought her lips down to give you a kiss. Instinctively you kissed back, your lips locking with the women that broke your heart. It didn’t take long for Ellie to deepen the kiss. This is what she’s been thing of for the last year since the two of you broke up.
Ellie walked you into the house, without breaking the kiss she closed the door behind you, pushing you against it soon after.
Hesitantly Ellie pulled away from the kiss looking into your eyes, before she could go back to kissing you, you said:
“Ellie go home”
Ellie didn’t say anything, as she run her fingertips over your arm, eyes never leaving your lips
“No”
“Ellie-“ you said, your voice suddenly disappearing as you felt Ellie’s hand dropping lower and lower, getting closer to your core
“Fuck” she breathed “I know I shouldn’t be here but you’re the only one I want”. Looking away from your lips to look you in the eyes “you fucking ruined me but I can’t stay away from you”
“Ellie what about Dina?” you breathed as Ellie brought her lips closer to yours, her hand already working on unbuttoning your jeans.
“Dina isn’t that important right now” she hummed at her own statement, “let me do this one more time before I have to get married”
Ellie looked into your eyes “is that ok with you?” she asked, she needed your consent before she did anything to you. And when you nod your head Ellie had a wicked grin on her face “fuck yeah” she breathed as she locked your lips once more. The kiss was filthy, teeth clashing, spit connecting, Ellie was practically tongue fucking you at that point. Ellie pulled away slowly, a string of spit connecting to the two of you. You gave her a small smile, lips swollen from the fiery kiss you both just shared.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you”
Girl, you do damage to me
You know I love it, yeah I love you
Ain't nothing better for me now
Girl, you do damage to me
You know, I love it, yeah I love you
Ain't nothing better for me now
Than your poison baby
God she would do anything to be with you again. The way you moaned her name, the way you tasted, the way your eyes closed in pleasure, she missed all of that. She’ll forever have the memories of it, and while Dina is asleep she touches herself because you were her girl. And she needed to have you. She needed to hear you chant her name over and over again. She needed to wake up, and roll over, to find your naked body laying with her.
Just the thought of you already had an effect on her, Ellie let out a quite fuck as she got out of bed, trying not to wake Dina up. She walked to the bathroom, quietly closing the door, hand immediately reaching into her boxers to sort herself out. Now Ellie knew what people with drug addictions meant when they said they can’t quit or leave the drugs behind.
Dina would never be you, Dina will never sound like you, or taste like you. And fuck Ellie doesn’t know how she’ll get married to Dina without thinking of you. Most of the times, to make sex with the poor girl bearable she would imagine it’s you laying there, gripping her hair and crying for Ellie. But every time she opened her eyes she was always met with disappointment. Dina. It’s not you. Its fucking Dina.
Ellie would do anything for you. She would die for you. She would kill for you. But after spending that one night with you, Ellie realized she would much rather die than marry Dina. She had to think of something before she got married to her. Ellie wants you. And she didn’t want to ruin her reputation and leave Dina, no- she needed to think of something else.
Ellie knows there was someone out there for her. Someone she could share a healthy relationship with, but she doesn’t give two fucks. You were dirty, manipulative, and so fucking toxic but you tasted so good. You were like a weed that hurts and poisons everything around them, but Ellie doesn’t fucking care.
Your poison has seeped into her veins, and damaged her beyond repair. And you knew what you were doing, she could tell. At times Ellie wonders who else fell victim to you and your poison, but she tried not to think about it too often. Because she wants to be your one and only. She would kill anyone, who even looks at you if she had the chance. But you weren’t hers anymore. And she wasn’t yours anymore.
Ellie soon reached her release, and she quickly washed her hands, deciding to let her hands air dry. As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Dina lay there, sleeping peacefully. And blissfully unaware that she wouldn’t wake up the next day.
Mh-mh-mh-mh, oh
Angel of the night
Drown between your thighs
I'm still here, ain't no excuse baby (excuse baby)
“Ellie” you moaned her name like a mantra. Like it was the only word you knew, and Ellie felt her chest fill with pride as she continued fucking her fingers into you.
“Yeah, you like that?” she breathed needing more confirmation from you, and you just let out a pornographic moan and just by the sound of your moan Ellie knew she was doing good.
Ellie killed Dina that night. Grabbing her hunting knife and slitting Dina’s throat as she was sleeping. Dina opened her eyes grabbing onto Ellie’s arm mouthing words. No sound came from her mouth but her lips were moving. Ellie watched as Dina slowly bled, the blood dripping onto her bed.
“Why aren’t you fucking dying?” Ellie asked aloud out of frustration, when she saw Dina’s eyes still moving. She hopped onto the bed straddling Dina, stabbing her in the chest over and over again. Ellie blacked out at some point imagining you telling her how proud you were of her for doing this. For you. Ellie was doing this with you to be with you again.
Soon after Ellie killed Dina she hoped into the shower, leaving Dina’s body there, and she went to you. The only person she truly found comfort in.
And that were she was right now, fucking her ex-girlfriend after she killed her fiancé. Ellie couldn’t be happier, she was with you again, she was between your thighs doing what she loved the most. And this time Ellie doesn’t have to worry about going home to Dina. Now she can finally plan on getting back together with you. She would ask you out in a romantic way, but first she had to sort out her little Dina problem.
As soon as you fell asleep Ellie, slipped out of the room going back to her and Dina’s house. Ellie didn’t even flinch at the scene before her. She effortlessly lifted Dina’s body off the bed groaning when she realized she needed to get new bedding after this.
She put Dina’s body into the bathtub as she started dismembering the body. Cutting off piece by piece, Ellie sighed at the amount of work she still had left. Dismembering a human is similar to an animal. Ellie was thankful that Joel taught her how to cut animals up, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to get rid of Dina.
When Ellie was eventually done she put Dina’s limbs into a freezer, deciding that the best way to dump Dina’s body, would be next time she was on patrol. Ellie cleaned the bedroom and the bathroom, and when she finally finished she had a small smile on her lips.
She was free. No more Dina. Now she could finally focus on you.
I see you in my sleep
I'm scarred beyond belief
Ain't nothing you can't make me do, baby (do baby)
Ellie had to act as a girl that was grieving. Her story was that she and Dina had an argument and Dina just left and never came back. And everyone believed it it. On the outside Ellie had to force herself to cry and to be sad, but on the inside she was celebrating that Dina was gone.
Every time she enters her room, she can’t help but smile, remembering the moment she killed Dina. She was happy. But she was even happier that you came over and told her everything was going to be ok.
Nobody needed to know, what happened to Dina. Nobody needed to know that it was Ellie who got rid of her. Nobody even suspected that Dina died.
Ellie doesn’t care how long she needs to play as this grieving women, that lost “the love of her life” because you would come around and comfort her. And you would cook for her. You’re taking care of her. Just like she always wanted. You were like her little housewife.
If Ellie could she would go back in time and she would kill Dina all over again. There was nothing you would say that she won’t do. Yes, you didn’t tell her to kill Dina but Ellie assumed that’s what you would have wanted from her. Remembering a time that you said “If you end up with anybody else I’ll fucking kill them. You only need me. You’re fucking worthless without me” And Ellie didn’t want you to get your hands dirty to kill Dina so she did it for you. At the time she didn’t believe it when you said she was worthless without you, but you were right. You were always right. She was worthless, useless without you. She really needed you to live happily.
Anything it takes. No matter how messy the situation got. Anything for you.
Girl, you do damage to me
But I love it babe
Oh, you're poisonous baby (oh-oh)
Now Ellie lay next to you. Enjoying the comfort, you gave her as she still continued to be “sad” about Dina.
Ellie knew her obsession was bad. She knew her behavior was not healthy. She knew she had to stop before she killed someone else. But it was you. Who wouldn’t be obsessed with someone like you?
You poisoned Ellie, you broke her, but she really doesn’t care. As long as she’s with you, she doesn’t feel the damage your poison brings her.
Authors note: Thank you to whoever requested this! Remember my requests are always open, feel free to leave one! Remember you are loved, and to be kind with everyone
Yours truly,
Zia:)
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