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Unlawful Detainer: Resolving Property Occupancy Disputes in Florida
Unlawful Detainer: Resolving Property Occupancy Disputes in Florida
Florida Unlawful Detainer In the realm of property disputes in Florida, an Unlawful Detainer lawsuit serves as a legal recourse for property owners seeking the removal of an unauthorized occupant.  This legal action is commonly initiated in scenarios involving break-ups between couples, overstaying family members, and instances of squatting. Distinguishing itself from the eviction process, anâŚ
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have realized the way my sister talks to me is a trauma trigger and I can't escape it because no matter what I do she still talks to me that way and i've told her to stop because I hate it and it makes me feel horrible so please try to talk to me differently. but she just rolls her eyes and continues to say worse things. she gets to live her best life and be happy because the way she treats me doesn't affect her at all, while I have to spend the next week with trauma related flashbacks and rumination and feeling like shit against my will. and she doesn't care. it's my problem that she's my problem! she doesn't need to take responsibility for anything! she grew up being taught she's invincible and can treat me like shit and never get punished. she learned to fake cry and get me in trouble. no one believes me or cares. i'm the bad kid and she's a perfect angel. because of that, my parents don't care and tell me to "ignore/get over it"
IF CURING TRAUMA WAS EASY AS DECIDING TO GET OVER ITâ đ
#its nice when shes not here. i can leave my room and do stuff without being insulted for every little thing#as soon as she comes home she has to made rude and nasty comments about my entire existence every chance she gets#NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE TAKES MY TRAUMA OR MENTAL HEALTH SERIOUSLY. IM JUST A USELESS BURDEN TO THEM. A PUNCHING BAG#BUT I HAVE NOWHERE ELSE TO GO. NO ONE WANTS ME. NO ONE WILL HELP ME. IM STUCK HERE. I DON'T HAVE ABILITY TO LEAVE AND BE ALONE#theres no âone day it will get betterâ when you have no ability to make your situation better so please for the love of gods dont say it#lee rants#ALL I WANT IS FOR MY MOM OR SOMEONE TO TELL HER TO STOP SPEAKING TO ME IN SUCH A RUDE AND ARROGANT WAY#but my mom never stands up for me. never did. always told people she knows im a horrible kid. always yelled at me for other people's crimes#ugh no one ever stands up for me and i cant stand up for myself because no one cares or takes me seriously. it feels so horrible#theres nothing i can do about it. sometimes it makes me want to use violence because a punch speaks louder than my strangled words#no one ever takes seriously the melting down autistic. if you say they caused a meltdown they will act innocent. blame you for being monster#ugh exhasuting. how to stop trauma from triggering over and over and over and causing sleepless nights and nightmares#why does sometimes the dissociation veil come off and trauma spirals happen. how to dissociate on command!!!!!#whys thr dissociation head gremlin that usually holds the traumatic memories and keeps them hidden not here right now đđđ
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For @ace-in-disgrace and their prompt: Danny gets mistaken as the love child of the disasters known as Wolverine and Deadpool.
Okay, it was not Danny's fault, he swears!
He was just experimenting with his ice, playing around with some of the younger yetis in the Far Frozen for fun. So shaping his ice to cover his hands to copy the paws of the others and seeing how well he could cut through solid hard frozen ice was just a game. The rough housing was to be expected, everyone tossing each other to see how far they could be thrown was fun.
Being picked up and tossed at the right exact moment a portal opened up was not fun or expected and he blamed Clockwork. The entity had to be responsible somehow for him not being able to enjoy a day of hanging out with Frostbite and the others.
Landing right in the middle of a what looked like a swat happening in an abandoned warehouse, armored people instantly aiming their rifles at him as he stood up wasnât even surprising given his luck.
Fair though, he was currently looking more on the feral side to match his playmates then his normal ghost form.
âHey, whatâs with hostility? Canât someone just pop in somewhere without-â, and he was shot in the shoulder, cutting his sentence off, ârude.â
It was just a regular bullet, so it was easy for his form to justâŚpush it out and heal the hole up.
One of the men reached up to touch a device attached on his ear, âUnknown possible mutant has breached the facilities, age around 12-15, regeneration showed, animal like features-â
âYou know itâs really rude to talk about someone like that to their face, no manners at all.â
âUnfortunately satirical.â
There was a crash from above as red and yellow forms busted through the glass, the guns swinging their aim at the two men landed.
âSassiness is always welcomed!â, the red man had his own guns out and was already firing as he talked.
Danny had decided to dodge over to a pile of crates as all the attention was on the new intruders, eyes wide as an arc blood barely missed him as the one in yellow unsheathed long blades from his knuckles.
He glanced at his own hands, he couldnât make a working gun from ice butâŚconcentratingâŚhe slowly watched as ice built up into copies, looking very much like it was growing from his skin.
An armored body was flung his way and he instinctual reactedâŚthere were now two halves of a one man and he was covered in the viscera.
He frozeâŚdid heâŚohâŚoh noâŚhe had to go, he had to go now.
âOpe, looks like someone's first kill! Look at you Jack Frost,â the red guy with guns was now standing above him on a bigger crate, waving down at the teen, âawe, tiny puppy claws!â
Danny took a swing at the crate, watching as it collapsed and the man fell, laughing the entire time he went down.
He quickly turned to run, only to run into a wide chest where he promptly bounced off and landed ass first on the floor, âWhat in the-I have literally ran into steel walls softer then you.â
Claw man snorted as he reached down and picked Danny up by the scruff, âYou alright kid?â
Said kid just hissed at him.
Claws was chuckling, âCute, now put back your claws, I think itâs time for a chat.â
âIs it finally our turn for the found family and misunderstandings trope,â the red man was back and had swaggered up to the other two, an arm being thrown over his partners shoulders, âHi, there and welcome, Iâm Deadpool and this is Wolverine and weâre your new dads.â
âNo.â
âNo?â
Danny smiled, all sharp teeth, âNo,â and promptly went invisible and intangible, escaping out of the warehouse while he could, leaving the other two behind.
He had to find a portal home.
Wade went limp, using Logan as a brace, âBut I wanted to pull a âBatmanââŚâ
The response was a snort and Wolverine sniffing his own hand, growling as he took the childâs scent in, âDonât know what your talking about but, I can track him down, we probably need to before more of these fucks show up and get their hands on him.â
Hope you enjoyed it!
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Innocent scaramouce first time with dom fem reader?
Innocent little kabukimono
...yandere reader...red flag reader!...toxic relationships please do not imitate irl...I think.. I took way too much creative liberty with this..but-...im tired of seeing innocent readers x corrupted men. We need so corrupted yandere-ish readers!...
...kabukimono x yandereish reader...
Innocent little kabukimono who knows nothing of real life, and is just oh so naive. And you, this corrupted person who goes around doing whatever they please, leading on a man and then ditching him for good, a cruel harbinger who revels in the suffering of the innocent, and oh my is he innocent.
Kabukimono who doesn't know right from wrong, he doesn't even have life's most basic skills. The perfect man for you to corrupt.
Kabukimono who doesn't know that kisses are only meant to be shared by lovers and to be done in private, so you might be in the middle of talking to another harbinger when he approaches you and casually leaves a kiss on your lips.
The other harbinger and your underlings are left in a state of shock. He kissed you And he still has his head?? Kabukimono notices their weird stares and questions them "Hm? Do you not know? This is something friends do with each other!" he informs them proudly. He's your dearest friend.
Dear little kabukimono who gets scared when you come home drenched in blood, but you just smile at him and open your arms. He knows he can't deny you, you told him that denying your friend's hug is very rude!
So he hugs your bloody form, shivering a bit. You're so cold, like a corpse. It's okay. You reassure him, that you were just getting rid of some bad guys. Some real baddies who harm the innocent. This reassures him, wow, you're so cool! You help people by getting rid of bad guys right? Wow!
Innocent kabukimono who admires you so much. You're the coolest person out there, and he trusts you.
Pure little kabukimono who tries making you some yummy food, only to fail since for some reason it always turns out to sour, too hot, or just burnt. It was like someone was messing with him and doing it on purpose.
And when he tells you that he's messed up yet again and sees how your face falls, he can't deal with it. He's so dumb, so stupid, he can't help it! He can't do anything without you. So he starts crying, soft little hiccups turn into full-on sobs as globs of tears fall from his eyes.
Who hugs you and apologizes over and over, he's sorry he's such a dummy! He'll learn! He'll be more useful to you, he doesn't know where the dish went wrong! Please don't abandon him, he's sorry for being useless!
And it brings him so much comfort when you hug him back, holding his tiny waist as you almost feel bad for purposefully messing up his dish, not that you'll actually apologize and tell him.
When you're sitting on the couch and you pull him onto your lap, it startles him. He shifts around a bit uncomfortably, but it's fine, he'll manage. You tell him that this is what friends do! And since you both are such close friends he doesn't complain when you pull him into your lap, even in front of other people
Eventually, he gets used to it, when you assure him that, this is what friends do- and you're his dearest friend aren't you?
He's used to it. He's trained for it. He could simply be doing some work around the house but the second you pat your lap he drops whatever he's doing, crawling onto your lap like a cat.
He doesn't know any better, so while you're in important meetings with the harbingers he'll simply crawl onto your lap like it's his own personal bed. The other harbingers always stutter in their next words- they just never seem to get used to your little boytoy
Some of the harbingers find it rather amusing, questioning why you've kept him around this long. They've never seen you with one of your boy toys after the first 3 weeks. You simply shrug, perhaps it's his innocence, his naivety to the world..and people, around him. Whatever it is, he proves to be entertaining. Which is why you just can't get rid of him yet.
Cute little kabukimono who ignores any red flags. You following him around whenever you have some free time, or sending one of your henchmen after him whenever you aren't available. What do you mean that's weird? No- you just care for your friend, he's your dearest friend after all! You just wanna make sure nothing bad happens!
Innocent kabukimono who you've quickly learned has no idea of what intimacy is. He doesn't know the first thing about- love making.
Kabukimono who sits on your lap like another day, resting his head back onto your shoulder, you can hear his quiet breaths and whispers as he mumbles and rambles about his day thinking you were listening. You on the other hand were occupied by your own deranged thoughts, ...it's been long enough..hasn't it? You're sure he can handle you- fondling him further..right? You mean he should. You've done so much for him, and he can barely even cook a proper meal for you.
Biting down harshly on his neck while he was leaning it back on your shoulder eliciting gasps and whines from him. He tries grabbing your head, trying to push you away. It hurts! But you're too strong. So he sits there helpless tugging at your hair softly as he lets out little moans as you suck on his neck. He feels heat pool in between his legs... it's so weird..he doesn't like it.
Later that day he stares at himself in the mirror. Examining the big red purple-ish mark you left. Afterward, he questions you about it. Huffing as he asks the reason behind this strange good feeling mark you've left.
You reassure him, it's simply because he's your dearest friend. And you just want people to know that he's yours, he belongs to you. And no one else.
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It wouldâve been you
Pairing- Bob Floyd x female reader
Summary- youâd finally admitted your feelings to Bob, the only problem? He doesnât remember any of it, and now heâs got a new girlfriend.
Warnings- angst, a little bit of smut, Bob being a dummy, reader also being a dummy.
A/N- Hey babies! Letâs celebrate me finally getting back to the states with a new fic I wrote (one of three) on my 14 hour flight last night, not beta read, fuck it we ball. đđ
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Bobâs new girlfriend was awful.
No really she was. Natasha had been sending you emails for weeks about how bad things had become, and until youâd stepped back on shore you had scarcely believed it yourself.
It had been twelve weeks since you left for your special detachment. Twelve weeks since you drunkenly fell into bed with your best friend Robert Floyd.
Youâd had a party at you and your roommate Natashaâs, sort of a âgood luck hope you donât dieâ drunk fest as your front seater Jake Seresin liked to call it. Too many drinks were had and inhibitions were pretty much non existent by the end of the night, Bob offering to help you clean up which resulted in drunken confessions of love and hands roaming bodies until the early morning hours.
It has been perfect, messy, but perfect. Youâd scarcely hoped he felt the same and had been holding a candle for him for an embarrassingly long time. When you woke that morning you were in a lavender haze of ooey gooey feels, sneaking out of your room to shower and pack your things as you thought about what might be in the future for the two of you when you made it back from the mission.
But when Bob woke up with the hangover of the century and didnât remember a single bit of the night before? Everything went to shit. You were too embarrassed to tell him the truth, if he didnât remember then maybe it didnât mean what you thought it had meant, and maybe he hadnât been ready to cross that line with you after all. So you bottled it all up, pushing forward with the mission and kept contact to a minimum. He never said it but he knew something was off, you never missed an email when he wrote and lately youâd all but ignored him entirely.
About 6 weeks into your deployment, Nat hit you with a bomb you never expected- Bob had started seeing someone. You let it all out in your bunk, cried until your tears could have floated the carrier you were on and then some. You should have said something, you knew that now, and it was too little too late.
When you made it back Nat was bursting at the seams to give you all the gossip, you werenât ready to hear it but she was quite literally bouncing on her toes to give you the tea so you settled in after a shower and let her blab.
âSheâs awful y/n!!! Some wannabe instagram influencer who is on her phone constantly and oh my god she is rude!! She puts on this sweet little angel vibe for Bob but as soon as he leaves the room sheâs like Cruella de Vil with blonde hair. Iâm totally convinced she only wants to be with him for the military girlfriend vibes, she posts all these pictures of them together and tags them with little stupid hashtags about how sheâs a military girlfriend and blah blah blah.â She says with a scowl as she pretends to fake wretch and you donât know whether to laugh or cry. âIs he happy with her?â You ask quietly, too afraid to look in her eyes, sheâs too perceptive for her own good though; sheâs known something changed between the two of you but hadnât been able to place it.
âHonestly? He looks miserable, he hasnât seemed like himself since you blew out of the house the morning of your deployment without so much as a goodbye. I donât know what happened and I wonât ask, but I think you two need to talk. He misses you.â She took your hand in hers and gave you a kind smile, she was a bulldog in her field but she was the kindest soul youâd ever met. âI miss him too Natty, I really do.â
Bob had really liked Lauren in the beginning, she seemed like such a sweet girl, her socials full of pictures of her rescuing dogs and going on adventures, he could really see a future for them. But then she started only wanting to hang out when he was at the bar with his navy friends, always on her phone posting pictures of him in uniform, and bragging on her tiktok about being a Navy pilotâs girlfriend when that wasn��t even really what he did and she never seemed to listen enough to actually care about getting to know him for who he was. It had become exhausting, and he couldnât talk to the person he wanted to the most because it felt like youâd completely ghosted him over the past few weeks. Bob was at a loss, he didnât know what had changed between the two of you but as soon as Natasha announced to the group chat everyone was going to dinner to celebrate you and Hangman making it home he only had one thing on his mind- corner you and find out what the hell heâd done to piss you off.
When he got to the Hard Deck that night everyone was already in full party mode, drinks and pizzas littered the back wall of the bar as everyone danced along to Roosterâs rendition of âBenny and the Jetsâ on the piano, you perched right by his side singing the harmony and bursting into giggles as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You were breathtaking, you always had been to Bob but heâd never had the courage to tell you how he felt, always burying it when the feelings bubbled up in his chest. He was glad he hadnât brought Lauren with him, he couldnât clear the air between the two of you with her around, and honestly he was still wondering if he even wanted to continue a relationship with her in the first place. He would unpack all of that later, the song had ended and youâd noticed he was staring at you, your skin flushing bright red at his gaze.
You knew heâd be here, but even after weeks away you werenât sure you were ready to face him. Did he remember what happened? Did it change anything? It certainly had to you, how could it not? Youâd admitted your deepest feelings for him and then had the best sex of your life, only for him to completely forget it ever happened. It was devastating, but there wasnât any way to avoid him so better to just rip the bandaid off now and get it over with. You sat your empty beer down on a nearby table and made your way to where he was perched at the bar, ginger ale and peanuts occupying his hands as he looked you over with a nervous smile.
âHey.â Oh god really? Hey? Thatâs all you could come up with? You cringed internally at the waver in your tone, you can be held responsible for millions of dollars of military tech but Bob Floyd is somehow the Achilles heel in your confidence? Jesus.
âHiâ he said softly and smiled back at you, âweâve missed you around here, you didnât answer any of my letters and I was starting to get worried about ya.â He fiddled with the top of the plastic cup holding the peanuts and tried to look anywhere but in your eyes, this was already the most awkward conversation heâd ever had and that was saying something for him.
âLook, Bob I donât want to prolong this but I get it ok? We all do stupid things when weâre drunk and I wonât hold it against you. I heard you have a new girlfriend and Iâll respect that, I justâŚI need some time. I meant every word of what I said to you that night and if you just said it back to be kind-â
âWhoa hold on a minute, what are you talking about honey?â He thrust a hand out to catch yours and watched horror cross your face, what the hell had he done?!
âOh-oh my god. You still donât remember. Fuck, I- Iâm sorry Bob I canât do this right now.â You all but ran from him towards the back door and out into the night, you were fairly certain you were going to throw up or pass out. Maybe both.
Bobâs head was swimming, he stood up to follow you and had a moment flash behind his eyes. You beneath him, arms around his neck as the two of you ground into each other in your bed. Heâd thought that had been a dreamâŚit had beenâŚright? The more he tried to think of it the more the memories came back, watching you come undone beneath him as you cried out your love for him, his hands tangled in your hair as he made the same confession. Natasha came up behind his rigid form to press a hand to his shoulder and he jerked back with a gasp, deep blue eyes wild and filled with panic. âHey, whoah! Easy Bob, whatâs going on?â She put both hands on his biceps as if to steady him but it couldnât stop the room from spinning.
I-Iâve gotta get outta here Phoenix, did you see where y/n went? I royally screwed things up I have to see if I can fix it before itâs too late.â
She pointed towards the back door and he was bolting for it before she could say anything else, he couldnât believe how much of a fool heâd been.
You were crouched in the sand a hundred feet or so from the bar, gasping in deep breaths as tears clouded your vision, head in your hands and body shaking. You should have just said something the morning after it happened, why didnât you just tell him then? He still didnât remember and if he didnât remember then it mustâve not meant anything to him, now he was with someone else and your chance had all but evaporated. Had you completely lost him now? You didnât know if you could bear not having him in your life, even if he wasnât in love with you, losing your closest friend would be too much to bear.
âY/n?â You heard him say softly behind you, he had always had an uncanny ability to sneak up on people and you supposed you shouldâve known heâd come. He was the kindest person you knew, even if something made him uncomfortable he still worried about others. Selfless.
You swiped the tears away as best as you could before you stood and looked at him but it was no use, the second you locked eyes the tears were back.
âRobby, fuck Iâm so sorry. I shouldâve brought it up the morning after it happened but I-â
âI didnât remember. And you thought it best to leave it be.â
âY-yesâ you said shakily, and you saw anger flash across his handsome features, a look you werenât used to seeing from your beloved WSO.
âDamnit y/n! All that time wasted! If-if Iâdâve just known-â he was shaking his head in frustration and you realized with a shock that he may not have remembered- but he meant what he said.
âWait- wait, are you saying you meant it?â You said with a whisper, Bob looking at you incredulously like youâd grown three heads or something ridiculous.
âIs that what youâre worried about? That I didnât⌠Jesus of course I meant it! How could I not? I think Iâve been in love with you since the day I met you and I feel cheated now! Iâve had you in my arms, kissed you, made love to you and I donât remember it, but the worst part is knowing that you kept this from me. We couldâve been together this whole time! Iâve been pissing my time away with a girl who couldnât give a rats ass about me and youâve been right here all along.â
You were so sure heâd said it in a drunken mistake, braced for the worst that it wasnât registering that he was telling you everything you wanted to hear, tears still spilling from your eyes as you blinked up at him, and a sound of frustration escaped his mouth as he yanked you into his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks, and you melted into him as it finally settled in that this was real.
He took your face in his hands as he tipped your head up to look at him, swiping the tears away with his thumbs while you tried to bring yourself back down from the meltdown.
âDamnit girl itâs always been you, I donât know how you couldâve thought otherwise.â
You laughed out at your stupidity and leaned up into him as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
âNow listen, I want to do this right, so before I let myself drown in you like I want I have something I need to do. Stay right here, wait for me.â He kissed you again and released you, already missing his warmth you let out a whine.
He chuckled and swiped a loose curl behind your ear, âin order to make love to you like I want, I have to speak to Lauren. I want a clean slate for us baby, give me a few minutes and I promise after this Iâm yours until youâre sick of me.â
âNever gonna happenâ you said with a grin and he mirrored you with a brilliant smile of his own.
He had a renewed confidence he hadnât felt in months as he made his way back inside to get his phone, passing Hangman by the dart board with his arm braced against the wall and a very familiar blonde haired woman shamelessly flirting with him.
Doing a double take he confirmed with a laugh that is was in fact his girlfriend trying to shoot her shot with Jake Seresin and oddly enough it didnât even surprise him.
âHey Seresin, glad to see your back.â He said with a smack on the golden haired aviators back, Jake cocking his head to the side with a smirk.
âBaby on Board! Good to see ya, glad to be back home. This is- uhh Iâm sorry sugar I donât know that I got your nameâ he said gesturing towards the girl and she looked at Bob like a deer in headlights.
âLauren, her name is Lauren. By the way, whatever was going on with you and me? Itâs over sweet pea. I think you two will be very happy together, you like TikTok right Hangman? Sheâs real big into all that influencer shit. Anyways, you two have a good night, Iâve got somewhere else to be.â He said as he walked off winking at Natasha as she cackled from her perch near the group.
He bounded out into the sand to find you right where he let you, lighter than air as he looped an arm around your waist and pulled you in to kiss you like heâd wanted. You gasped into his mouth as he nipped at your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth to taste you. It was perfect, all your little sweet noises as you grasped at his collar and rubbed your body against his.
âRobbyâ you gasped out as his lips drifted down your jaw and to your neck and he felt lightheaded over all of it. âWhatâs on your mind babyâ he said as he smiled against your skin and you shivered in his arms. âTake me home? I think- I think we need a do over. Want you so bad.â He couldnât think of anything better, tossing you over his shoulders as you shrieked and giggled he carried you to the parking lot and placed you gently in the passenger seat of his old beat up truck.
âLetâs get you home sugar, weâve got a lot of time to make up for, hope you werenât planning on sleepinâ tonight, I donât know that Iâll be able to keep my hands to myself.â
You all but crawled into his lap in the bench seat as you ran your hands through his sandy blonde hair,
âI love you. Donât you dare keep your hands to yourself, want you to love on me until we canât move anymore, take me home and make me yours.â
And he did. Six months later when he put a ring on your finger it was a surprise to absolutely no one, heâd always pick on you for hiding the truth and youâd never let him live it down that he had forgotten making love to you in the first place. It seemed so silly now looking back on it, knowing you two were meant to be. Heâd always been the one, and now he always would be.
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âââââ GHOSTFACE!MATT who . . .
GHOSTFACE!MATT who takes time to learn about you before he goes in for the infamous phone call. and by taking time, he really does take time to learn about you. all the others, he didn't really learn about the victimâjust got it over with. for you? he's stalking you for weeks, just so he can make that special phone call all the more personal to you. only the best for you, huh?
GHOSTFACE!MATT who is so condescending and mean when he talks to you. he's smarter than you and he knows it. and he likes to remind you of it. he compliments you, faux admiration dripping from his tone, and when you don't say thank you, how any polite individual would, the snark in his tone practically oozes over to your end of the phoneâ"that's rude, baby. you don't even say 'thank you' when someone compliments you?" he tuts, so clearly disappointed in you.
GHOSTFACE!MATT who is the last person you'd expect to be ghostface. he's always been caring and doting, always eager to be close to youâbut this? it had never crossed your mind that he'd be capable of brutally murdering people in LA, let alone being so cruel as to torment you like this, to even go for your friends.
GHOSTFACE!MATT who reassures you he'd never hurt you, not all that much. he wouldn't go as far as to seriously harm you, kill you, neverâhe even hates nicking you with his knife, drawing tiny bits of blood. "don't cry, honey," he tells you, voice sickly sweet, but you know he really does mean it, "i'd never hurt you. never. your friends on the other handâ?" your friends most definitely aren't safe, to say the least. one wrong move.. seems like you've been on delivered for a while now.
GHOSTFACE!MATT who gets off on your tears. maybe it's mean of him, but he does things in particular that he knows'll upset you, just so he can see your eyes well with tears and run down your cheeks. before you'd found out about his identity as the killer, he'd purposefully get rid of the people you loved the most. then? then he'd watch you without your knowledge as you sobbed by yourself, all upset when all you needed was him.
GHOSTFACE!MATT who banks on the fact you're far too afraid of him and he makes you feel far too good despite everything to tell anyone that he's the one massacring the people in the city. "don't fuck with me," he tells you, watching how you're staring off into the distance, "you're not gonna tell anyone, and you know it. i make that pretty pussy feel too good," he pats your thigh with his gloved hand, "ruined you for everyone else." he really has. no one else can make you feel as good as he does.
GHOSTFACE!MATT who buys you pretty things, like a nice lacy pair of panties, to leave them around your house. it terrifies you because you know he broke in to put them there however they are so nice looking that you can't help wear them. and he can't help but use his knife and slice through the thin fabric so he can get to what he wants when he's got you bent over later.
GHOSTFACE!MATT who waits until he knows you're touching yourself to call you. he knows you'll pick up, it makes his dick twitch when he gets to hear the squelching of your cunt and watch your fingers sink into yourself despite not being in the room with you. "that's it, imagine it's me, hm? oh, someone likes that, practically gushing for me, baby." and those pretty sounds you make? he's practically shoving his hand under his dark robes to palm himself, try relieve the aching you're unknowingly causing.
GHOSTFACE!MATT who doesn't hesitate to get rid of anyone who messes with you. he's always looking out for youâeven when you don't know he's there. at parties, if any guy gets too close or tries to get touchy with you is soon on the tv, his graphic, brutal death being described. all because he'd made you uncomfortable, so of course GHOSTFACE!MATT was going to sort it out for you. he sorts out everything for you.
GHOSTFACE!MATT who accidentally says he loves you whilst he's fucking you. he's meant to be all mean and tough, leaving marks all over you as a reminder that you're his, but eventually, he ends up getting more vulnerable than he'd planned. "fuck, fuck, fuck, i love you, shit.. iâ" when you try to get him to say it again, to try see how vulnerable he really could be with you, but he's back to being his normal self again. "said i love this fuckin' pussy, not that fuckin' mouth of yours. shut the fuck up."
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pt.2 to my angsty loser!ellie drabble đđ
nsfw! ellie gets caught and thatâs literally it. i hate this so bad but itâs whateva
(part 3 will have lesbian gay lesbian boob vagina butt sex i promise. no more ellie masturbating)
find pt.1 here! & pt.3 here :3
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after ellieâs pathetic masturbation sesh, she vowed to herself to fucking pull it together.
she wasnât gonna let herself mope over you, because she knew you had an active sex life. she forced herself to be fine with it. to be fine with the people you decided to bring to your bed. she wanted to be near you without feeling this suffocating feeling of yearning and lust filling her insides.
and if that meant tucking her feelings to the deepest pits of hell, then so fucking be it.
a few weeks had passed since that little moment you and ellie had. the one where she had showed up to your house in the middle of you hooking up with someone.
the morning after, she has awoken to a string of texts from you, all apologizing for that awkward moment.
11:34pm
ellie iâm so sorry you had to see me like that. i didnât mean to come off rude.
i wanted to go after you but i couldnât really leave her alone in my house lol
els?
iâm really sorry. i hope u donât think you canât come to my house ever again âšď¸ i actually thought it was sweet you showed up like that.
2:12am
goodnight ellie. i hope things arenât awkward between us.
god, you made her feel awful. you were too fucking sweet to her. the way you never missed a single night when telling her goodnight, even after something like that. she rubbed her swollen face, mainly from crying, and typed a short message to you.
9:47am
hey, sorry for rushing away like that. idk why i did that lmfao
and things arenât awkward at all, i shouldnât have just showed up unnanounced
no els seriously! you should do that more often. tbh i wanted to hang out with you more than that girl⌠but yk i couldnât đđ
she smiled at your kind text, glad that you two could just put it behind yourselves. her moment of relief was quickly replaced by disgust, when she saw the state of herself and her bed. her inner thighs sticky with dried cum, and her sheets below her still damp with all the extra release.
âgross..â she mumbled to herself, getting up and immediately throwing on some boxers and a tshirt, feeling way too vulnerable being naked like that. she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, then threw her sheets in the wash.
since then, you two have been fine. you do your weekly hangout sessions, where you grab food and talk about anything for hours on end. itâs almost as if nothing happened.
until one of your sleepovers.
you always convinced ellie to spend the night at your house, at least every other week. whenever itâd get dark outside and ellie would start to get up, youâd give her that irresistible pout and âughhh, câmon els.. just spend the night. itâs too dark out for you to go home.â
and every damn time, she agreed. how could she ever say no to you?
one night, you and ellie are high out of your minds, talking about god knows what. all giggly and soft, you two exchange jokes and stories that really make no sense. but, to you two, itâs the funniest thing in the world. after a laughing fit between the two of you, you wipe your tears and sigh.
âgod, i love you.â
you say, still catching your breath from that tummy tensing laugh. the words were just an expression of admiration for her. but to ellie, they were so much more.
âi love you too.â
she says, looking you in the eyes. sheâs high, so sheâs not thinking too hard about how sincere she sounds. but she really shouldâve, because that soft tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes make it sound way too fucking real.
âwoah,â you let out a nervous, breathy chuckle. âthat was a bit theatrical.â
âwh..what do you mean?â
ellie asks, getting a bit nervous. sheâs not her usual, stuttery self though. she keeps it together. thanks to the weed.
âjust the way you said i love you. it felt like⌠deep.â
you move your hands as you talk, and ellie just shrugs. but she knows sheâs fucked. before she could stop her feelings from resurfacing, she gets that familiar tingle in her belly and pounding of her heart.
âshut up,â she rolls her eyes, trying to play it off.âyouâre dramatic.â
her voice wavered with those last words. fuck, her voice wavered. why did she feel like she was gonna have a breakdown any second now? she had to get the hell away from you.
âgotta piss. be back in a bit.â
ellie says quickly, so quick you donât even have time to retort to her calling you dramatic. you just sit there, confused. you couldâve sworn you heard some uncertainty in her voice, but you let her go.
meanwhile, ellie made a beeline for your bathroom. she shut the door and leaned her head against the wood. she let out a deep sigh, trying to calm herself. the fact that she felt the most intense feeling that she couldnât even describe over a mere âi love youâ had her cringing.
she just couldnât get over you. the entire night, she tried her best not to think about how good your tits looked in your pajama top, or how badly she wanted to just shove her face into your ass in those little shorts.
her thinking over these details led to the predicament that sheâs in right now. sweatpants around her knees, legs slightly spread as she rubs one out while leaned up against your bathroom sink. her eyes are shut and her head is thrown back, letting out the quietist grunts she could muster.
she knew she shouldnât be doing this, she promised herself that she would stop. but god, you made it hard. she was so wet, it made her cheeks flush red. the simple thought of you had her literally dripping around her own fingers.
you were still in your room, biting your thumbnail as you wait for ellie. you start to get worried, thinking you made her upset by commenting on how she said âi love youâ. so, you being the thoughtful friend you are, go to check on her.
you quietly walk to the bathroom, putting your ear against the door. you were going to knock and mutter a little âels? are you okay?â, but the sounds you heard made you lose all the words in your mouth.
soft, sharp inhales and tiny sticky noises is all you can hear through the door. itâs a bit hard to listen to, since the soft buzz of the yellow light in there overpowers it. what the hell is she doing in there?
you knew this was wrong. an invasion of privacy to the max. but your curiosity was getting the better of you, and you were worried. you put your hand on the doorknob and slightly twisted it, not expecting it to open. but it did.
did ellie forget to lock the door?
ellie doesnât hear the soft click of the door opening, too lost in her own pleasure as she practically humps her own hand. it had been too fucking long since she could touch herself to the thought of you. her only guilty pleasure.
her head was still thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed her clit at a shockingly fast pace. and you saw it all. you had opening the door just enough for half of your face to see through the opened crack. your whole body froze at the sight in front of you.
she was so captivating. her face looking all fucked out, her pale thighs that were so tensed up, the shininess of her slick that smeared on the heel of her palm. even the quick glimpses of her gorgeous auburn bush that you could see if her hoodie rode up enough.
your tummy felt weird. first, you felt guilty for eavesdropping on your best friend. second, you were confused why the fuck ellie decided now would be the best time to masturbate. third, you were turned on. disgustingly turned on, at that.
a few seconds of watching ellie made your panties get all sticky and wet, and that burning hot feeling in your lower belly. you couldnât look away.
âohh, fuckâ please,â
your brain short circuited hearing ellie say that. god, she was so lost in her own pleasure. so lost that she accidentally knocked over your toothbrush and hand soap on the sink, causing her to jolt and snap her eyes open.
she looks down at the bottle of soap and toothbrush that landed in front of the bathroom door. the door thatâs cracked. her eyes shoot up, and thereâs where she sees a glimpse of you running away. a quick flash, but she knew it was you.
she is so fucked.
I HATE RHISNSO BAD RRRRđĄ
btw i finished this literally like 3 days ago and didnât wanna post it hut i did anyway âşď¸âşď¸
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bad decisions pt 2
alexia x reader
hey everyone! sorry it took a bit for this to be done (and i apologize for the bit of a cliffhanger but i have the ârestâ of this done and will be coming out so i just liked how this ended haha)
warnings: no smut just plot (smut in the next part i promise) 2k+ word count
You get back to Anaâs apartment and itâs quiet and dark. You donât even bother turning the lights off you  hang up your keys and head to the guest bedroom youâre staying in.Â
You hop in the shower quickly before putting on a big t shirt and heading to bed. Out of curiosity you turned on your phone and opened google.Â
You searched Fc Barcelona Alexia
The results were⌠wow.
You found yourself going through the images tab and reading her description. There was an instagram account link. You couldnât help but click on it.Â
Holy 3 million followers.
You basically stalked her whole profile for an embarrassing amount of time, being blown away by all the awards and trophies sheâs won. You finally put your phone down when you realized what time it was. You had to stop thinking about her.Â
But how could you when that was the best sex youâve had in a long time.Â
The next morning you wake up to noise in the kitchen. Ana must be up and getting ready to go to the gym, she always goes on weekend mornings.Â
You have to get some work done so you decide to head to a coffee shop and do some work there.Â
You throw on some jeans and a t shirt, grab your laptop and leave your bedroom.Â
But what you see in your kitchen is a surprise.Â
Ana is making breakfast and one of Alexiaâs friends from last night was sitting on one of the stools from the kitchen island.Â
âOh, Hi y/n I didnât hear you come in last night,â Ana asks, just as shocked as you are.Â
Alexiaâs friend flashes you an awkward smile.Â
âYeah sorry I got back pretty late,â you respond which adds more awkwardness to the air. âWell, Iâm heading out so have fun.â You smile as you grab your house keys and head out.Â
You put on your headphones and walk towards the coffee shop you saw that looked cute.Â
It was a beautiful day in Barcelona, as always. You were considering moving here since your job is work from home and youâre tired of the rainy weather back home. And, it would help you be farther away from her.Â
You reach the coffee shop and order your drink before claiming a small round table and get to work. Youâre the social media manager of a new language learning app so your work today was mostly research, looking into new trends and what catches peopleâs eye.Â
But then something catches your eye.Â
Or someone.Â
Shit.Â
Thereâs Alexia, in line for a coffee, with another one of the girls from last night.Â
You try to pretend you didnât see her and continue work. You focus on your work and the Fletcher song you love playing in your headphones.Â
You suddenly see Alexia standing in front of your table holding her coffee. âMind if I sit here?â she asks.Â
You wanted to say no but you didnât want to be rude. âSure,â you said as politely as possible without trying to incite anything.Â
You try your best to ignore her and continue your work, but you can feel her staring at you. You look up at her from your laptop.Â
âWhy are you ignoring me?â She asks, clearly annoyed.Â
âBecause I came here to do my job not chit chat.â you realized you snapped at her a beat too late. Her face flashed with anger. âIâm sorry, Iâm just not in the best mood.â you try to salvage the situation.
âNo, I mean clearly you couldnât wait to leave yesterday so I donât know what happened because according to⌠you know⌠you seemed like you had a good time.â she presses.Â
You take a deep breath before answering. âI did have a good time,â you pause, âbut if Iâm being honest, I just wanted a one night thing to distract me from- well it doesnât matter from what.â you shake off the mopey feeling creeping back up.Â
She looks confused. âOk, I donât fully understand but I respect your boundaries.â she states but she doesnât get up.
You look at her just as confused. She finally starts to get up but before she leaves she leans in and whispers, âOh and you left your strap in my apartment,â she winks. âand your hair looks really good down like that.â she smiles as she walks away.Â
You hide the blush her comment made you get by taking a sip of your coffee. You finally get back to work.Â
Youâre packing up your stuff after a few hours doing some work and your phone dings.Â
Thinking it was Ana you pick up your phone immediately.Â
[instagram] @alexiaputellas has started following youÂ
You scoff at your phone. You ignore it and put your phone away. How did she even find your profile anyway?Â
You walk out of the coffee shop and head back with the intention to just relax for a few hours and maybe go grab some dinner with Ana.Â
Your phone dings again.
[instagram] @alexiaputellas âwhen do you plan on picking up your things đâ
You canât help but smile because clearly she wanted to see you again, very badly. But you still felt like she wanted something more that you didnât want.Â
You ignored the message again for now and headed home with Ana.Â
You walk in the door and see Ana sitting on the couch watching tv.Â
âHey,â you say as you kick your shoes off.Â
âHey whereâd you go?â she asks.
You set your bag on the counter and head over to sit next to her. âI went to the coffee shop to do some work,â you reply nonchalantly.Â
She looks at you for a beat. âAre you ok? You seemed off this morning. And also why were you here this morning werenât you going home with Alexia?â her voice came off teasing at the sound of Alexiaâs name.Â
âYeah Iâm fine, I did go home with her but decided it was best not to stay.â you replied trying to end the conversation.Â
âWell, what was it?â she asks, âWas she⌠bad?â she whispered jokingly.Â
You laughed softly, âNo, she was⌠great,â you smile.Â
âSooo⌠what was it?â she asks, clearly genuinely interested.Â
You take a beat to think about what to say, âWell, I donât know. I feel like staying would insinuate that I wanted more than just a one night thing and you know Iâm not looking for anything right now, not so soon after.. you know who.â you look down sadly.Â
âYou can say her name you know⌠sheâs not
voldemort,â Ana laughs, âand I understand, and Iâm sorry about the whole thing with Ona this morning, I didnât mean for it to be awkward.âÂ
You laugh, âItâs ok. So how was that?â you tease.Â
âReally good,â she smiles. âOh and she asked if we wanted to go to a party sheâs having tomorrow?â she slips in quickly.Â
âOh god I donât know, Alexiaâs probably gonna be there isnât she?â you ask worriedly. The last thing you needed was seeing her again.Â
âOh come on, I donât want to go by myself and I like her. If you see her you can just ignore her, flirt with another one of her friends, let her know you donât want anything for sure,â she begs, âPlease? for me?â she begs like a small child.Â
You think about it for a second, âFine.âÂ
Ana practically jumps for joy and kisses your forehead, âThank you thank you. Itâll be fun I promise,â she runs over to grab her phone, presumably to text Ona and let her know weâre coming.Â
You get comfortable on the couch and put on an episode of Modern Family before you and Ana sat on the small table in the kitchen eating some leftover Paella from a few nights ago, still as good as new.Â
After eating you decide to go to bed early, needing to catch up on sleep. When you get in bed you open instagram and once again are reminded of Alexiaâs message.Â
And the fact that you hadnât followed her back.Â
You were too tired to do anything about thisâsmartly at least.Â
You ignored it again for now and went to bed.Â
The next morning you wake up dreading this partyâ and that was an understatement.Â
But you had to get up to get some
work done.
You get up and sit yourself on the couch with a cup of coffee. You didnât bother to change out of your pajamas since you had no meetings today.Â
You spent the next few hours designing posts for the company and diving into instagram looking for potential trends for promoting the company more.Â
By the time youâve almost driven yourself mad, your computer is about to die and itâs almost time to clock out. You go to grab your charger but your phone pings.Â
You turn around to grab it and see the notification from instagram.Â
[Instagram] @alexiaputellas âcanât wait to see you tonight.â
You scoff and ignore the message. You grab your computer charger and plug it into your laptop.Â
Your phone dings again.Â
[Instagram] @alexiaputellas âyou canât keep ignoring me you know?âÂ
You smiled at the message and continued to ignore it.Â
After a little bit, you finished work and started to get ready since the party was in a few hours.Â
You started to realize you feel a little excited to see Alexia. You like the attention.Â
And as long as you donât let it get any further, thereâs no harm in a little fun.
You just had to make sure it was just for fun.
You were finishing getting doing your makeuo when you heard Ana get back from work.Â
âHi babe, how are you?â she called from the living room.Â
âGood, just getting ready!â you called back.Â
You hear her footsteps getting closer to you before she enters the bathroom that youâre in. âSorry it took me so long to get back weâll probably be late to the party,â she said. She looked at you and your almost finished makeup, âYou look really hot for someone who doesnât want to go to this party.âÂ
You laugh as if what she said was ridiculous, âOh please. I just donât want to be caught underdressed,â you joked.Â
âOne thing is not being underdressed and another thing is looking like you want Alexia to fuck you senseless again,â she teases.Â
Your face goes red, âWhen did I say anything about senseless?â you laugh.Â
âOh you donât have to tell me. I know,â she whispers as she leaves to go get ready.Â
You look at yourself in the mirror thinking maybe you are overdressing.Â
You decided to wear a red tank top that showed just enough cleavage to not be too showy but not modest. You wore your low rise, black jeans that fit you so well and you know you look really good in them. You decided to add a belly chain to the outfit to make it look even better. You decided to keep your hair down for the night.Â
You convinced yourself this hair decision had nothing to do with Alexiaâs comment in the coffee shop the other day.
When Ana is done getting ready you order an uber to come pick you up and you wait until it arrives. You grab your bag and your keys and you and Ana head out the door.Â
When youâre in the uber you find yourself mindlessly scrolling through instagram and you end up going through the barca femenil squad instagram.Â
Just to see who may all be at the party, not to look at pictures of Alexia.Â
When you get there you get out of the uber and realize, this is the same building Alexiaâs apartment is in. Figures that they live in the same building.Â
Unwanted memories of the other night come flooding back.Â
You shake off the warm feeling in your body as you walk into the building.Â
You can hear music from the entrance and you assume thatâs coming from the party.Â
You head up the stairs and reach the apartment where the party noise is coming from. Ana knocks on the door a d a few seconds later Ona opens the door.Â
âHi,â she hugs Ana then gestures for both of you to come in, âCome inâ she smiles.Â
You walk in and in no surprise, most of the women there are all extremely fit and definitely fellow footballers. You spot Alexia in the kitchen talking to someone else. You pretend you didnât see her as you said hi to the others.Â
Ana sits down to where Ona is sitting and Ona offers to grab both of you something to drink. You taker her up on her offer and ask for a rum and coke.Â
You sit down on the end of the couch no one seems to be taking up.Â
You mindlessly switch from paying attention to the conversations around you and not. Youâre happy Ana seems to be having a good time but youâre a little bored.Â
That is, before someone sits next to you.Â
This woman is FIT.Â
Brown hair with dyed blonde highlights and an energy that exuded so much confidence it was intimidating.Â
Sheâs wearing a tight white t shirt and some dark blue pinstripe low rise jeans, with some boxers
peaking above them. Â
âHola,â she says to you, her eyes quickly rake down your body and back up. âIâm Misa, nice to meet you.âÂ
She extends a hand for you to shake, you smile a little before grabbing her hand and shaking it lightly. âIâm y/n, nice to meet you too.âÂ
She smiles at you, âSo, how do you know Ona?â she asks.Â
Not wanting to tell her the full truth, you said, âOh, Anaâs my best friend,â you gesture toward where theyâre sitting.Â
âLovely,â she teases. You can feel her slowly inching closer to you.Â
âSo, do you play on the barcelona team as well?â you ask her, subconsciously hoping Alexia is watching this conversation, you try to be more into this conversation.Â
âNo,â she smiles, âI play for Madrid but Iâm friends with most of these girls from the Spanish national team. Iâm here visiting.âÂ
Misa was about to say something else,
but you can feel Alexia watching you from your peripheral and something took over you.Â
You quickly break the distance between you and Misa and kiss her. You can feel her surprise at first but she slowly deepens the kiss as her hand wanders to your thigh. You break apart from the kiss after what felt like hours.Â
âCan I get you another drink?â she asks you softly.Â
âYes please,â you smile. She grabs your empty glass off of the table and heads to the bar to refresh your drink.Â
Immediately as sheâs gone you feel someone else sit next to you.Â
You turn to see Alexia. She looks⌠mad. But why would she be mad? You guys arenât together.Â
âHi Alexia,â you say blankly.Â
âHi,â she says flatly, âwhy have you been ignoring me?âÂ
âWho says Iâm ignoring you?â you snap back.Â
âYou, right now.â she bites back. âWhy are you acting like this? Did I do something?â now she seems worried.Â
You sigh and look down for a moment.Â
You think about what to say for a moment.Â
You put your hand on her thigh. You look at her and your eyes darken. She looks really good and you hadnât noticed from how much you were trying to pretend she wasnât there.Â
âWe can keep doing this,â you point between the two of you, your voice lowers, âif you promise, there are no feelings. This is just for fun. Because I am not ready for a relationship,â You say blatantly.Â
She seems a little taken aback at first but then her eyes darken. âOk,â she pauses for a moment. She leans in to kiss you. Itâs a soft kiss but slow. Painfully slow. She pulls away and whispers, âMeet me in my apartment in 30 minutes,â before getting up and heading out the door.Â
You realize you donât remember which apartment is hers.Â
Shit.Â
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Do you have any feelings opinions or analysis of the golden core reveal or just how the scene in the ancestral hall went down?? Because I have a lot of feelings about it but I can't quite put them together into words and I love your analysis of the story and jiang cheng
thank you for the ask!!!! and thank you for your kind comments!!
god i have so many opinions about the golden core reveal, and the ancestral hall scene that precedes it. i don't quite have all my thoughts in proper essay order right now, but i will probably write another long-ass post about my Hot Takes some day soon.
unorganized thoughts as of right now:
for the ancestral hall scene, i am almost purely on jiang cheng's side. jiang cheng was rude as hell and he did verbally escalate instead of peacefully allowing wangxian to leave, yes. however, they are in his house. they are in front of his ancestors. they are in his ancestral hall, which they entered without permission. to me, it seems like wei wuxian wants to have his cake and eat it too: he wants to avoid jiang cheng and all the anger the jiang cheng of the present has at his (very real and rather devastating) mistakes, but he also wants to freely come and go in jiang cheng's own goddamn house, like he used to be able to when he still had a positive relationship with jiang cheng. if wei wuxian is going to act like jiang cheng and yunmeng jiang are nothing to him anymore, then he should properly commit to being a full outsider.
it's also interesting how wei wuxian focuses his retorts in his argument with jiang cheng on "how dare you be cruel to lan zhan!!! i'm protecting lan zhan!!!!" when in my view the vast majority of jiang cheng's verbal abuse was directed towards wei wuxian himself. jiang cheng calls lan wangji "riffraff" and "an outsider," but that...is incredibly mild language to me. jiang cheng is ruder to wen ning (by calling him a "wen dog") for heaven's sake. instead, jiang cheng is much nastier towards wei wuxian himself: wei wuxian is shameless, wei wuxian's idiotic hero complex got all his family members killed, wei wuxian is why jin ling is an orphan, wei wuxian is a heartless ingrate, etc etc.
wei wuxian, defend YOURSELF! jiang cheng is barely being nasty at all to lan wangji, but he IS being nasty to YOU! compared to all the horrid shit he yells at you, he barely even brings up lan wangji at all! at the very least, tell jiang cheng not to call wen ning a "wen dog"!
i haven't fully thought this out yet so i'm not sure how fully i stand by it, but the fact that wei wuxian gets that heated "defending lan wangji" when jiang cheng barely even insulted lan wangji that much, is very interesting. it implies to me that, while wei wuxian thinks he does not have the right to properly rebut jiang cheng's criticisms of himself, that he truly is guilty and therefore should just take jiang cheng's verbal abuse of him lying down - deep down, he is still upset about jiang cheng blaming him specifically. when jiang cheng calls wei wuxian an ingrate who got all of jiang cheng's family members killed, wei wuxian is in fact upset and does in fact want to protest. however, he is unable to openly do so because he also feels incredibly guilty himself about the role he played in jin zixuan and jiang yanli's deaths, and therefore thinks he does not have the right to defend himself against jiang cheng's rage on the same issue.
but wei wuxian is still upset and still wishes to rebut jiang cheng's fury. therefore, "defending lan wangji" becomes an excuse for wei wuxian, a pretext to find issue with jiang cheng's arguments and therefore fight back. it's somewhat similar to when someone writes an incredibly effective counterargument to your post, so you hyperfocus on mocking them for a spelling error instead: you can't think of a way to properly rebut their rebuttal, so you jump on the first thing that gives you an excuse to disagree with them and poke holes in their argument. wei wuxian believes (accurately or not) that he does not have the right to defend himself against jiang cheng; however, he is fully justified in defending lan wangji from jiang cheng, which gives him an excuse to argue back when jiang cheng insults wei wuxian.
this is evidenced by the fact that, in the ancestral hall scene, wei wuxian does not defend wen ning from jiang cheng at all. jiang cheng also gives wei wuxian shit for "let[ting] the Wen dog wander around in front of our gates," but wei wuxian just fully lets that comment slide in favor of defending only lan wangji. while this could be because lan wangji is present to hear jiang cheng say this while wen ning is not, for me, another reason comes to mind as well: in wei wuxian's mind, wen ning is also involved, however tangentially, in the deaths of jin zixuan and jiang yanli. wei wuxian's guilt extends to encompass wei ning as well. therefore, wei wuxian feels that he also does not have the right to defend wen ning from jiang cheng. it is only lan wangji out of the three people jiang cheng insults that wei wuxian has the right to defend, because lan wangji alone was not involved in the jiang family tragedy of wei wuxian's first life.
also, it was wei wuxian who first escalated a verbal confrontation into a physical one.
regarding the golden core transfer scene.....first, i find it absolutely hilarious that wen ning of all people spilled the beans to jiang cheng, and got so mad about it to boot. king, you helped operate on him. king, you helped lie to him about it. king, there is no shortage of things you have the full right to be angry with sect leader jiang about, but him believing the lies you actively chose to tell him and not figuring out that you were lying is not one of them. as someone else put it, one person between wen ning and jiang cheng had a free and active hand in removing wei wuxian's core and putting it into jiang cheng, and that person was not jiang cheng. wen ning helping violate jiang cheng's bodily autonomy and then weaponizing said nonconsensual surgery later in an argument against the same jiang cheng is kind of crazy to me, honestly.
imo (and i'm stealing from an analysis i read somewhere), wen ning was this harsh about the golden core reveal despite being one of the surgeons who nonconsensually operated on jiang cheng and then lied to him about it for similar reasons as i described for wei wuxian above. wen ning is also deeply angry with jiang cheng for a lot of things: jiang cheng repeatedly calls him a "thing" and kicks him around like he isn't a human being; jiang cheng also led the first siege of the burial mounds, which killed all save one of wen ning's family members. that is a completely reasonable thing to be mad about. but wen ning, having seen firsthand the wrongdoings of qishan wen, probably has a guilt complex of sorts about being a wen; more importantly, he feels incredibly guilty about his "role" in killing jin ling's father. therefore, wen ning probably does not feel he has the right to defend himself from jiang cheng.
but deep down wen ning is still angry. he is still incredibly angry with jiang cheng for the things jiang cheng did to wen ning. and, while wen ning may not feel like he has the right to defend himself from jiang cheng, defending wei wuxian from jiang cheng is a different matter. in wen ning's eyes, wei wuxian did no major wrong and always had good intentions. therefore, jiang cheng has no right to be angry with wei wuxian. therefore, if wen ning absolutely wrecks jiang cheng's shit defending wei wuxian (and not wen ning himself), then wen ning would be entirely justified.
second - and my thoughts on this haven't fully baked yet - there's this undercurrent in both the golden core transfer scene and the guanyin temple scene that, because wei wuxian gave jiang cheng his core, jiang cheng does not have the right to be angry with wei wuxian for the pain wei wuxian's actions caused jiang cheng. that jiang cheng is now permanently indebted to wei wuxian, which therefore voids all of jiang cheng's right to say that wei wuxian hurt him.
i don't like this undercurrent. i don't like this idea at all. if someone - even accidentally - caused you a lot of pain, the fact that they also once sacrificed themself for you does not negate the pain they caused you. you should be grateful for what they did for you, but that doesn't mean you no longer have a right to your pain.
to flip the script, jiang cheng in reality also sacrificed himself for wei wuxian: he only lost his golden core to begin with because he drew that wen patrol away from wei wuxian. it is factually correct to say that, were it not for jiang cheng, wei wuxian would very likely be dead. but if anyone were to say: "jiang cheng once sacrificed himself for wei wuxian, meaning that wei wuxian owes his life to jiang cheng; therefore, wei wuxian does not have the right to be angry with jiang cheng for the first siege of the burial mounds," that would be fucking stupid. because that's not how it works.
i hold this to be true even though there is a cause-and-effect relationship between each person's sacrifice and their later actions. wei wuxian not having a golden core explains a lot of his later lying and other behavior, and jiang cheng having been tortured because he saved wei wuxian in turn explains a lot of his later resentment and other behavior as well. but neither of their fates were set in stone. both of them still had free will and still could have made different decisions afterwards.
the above is all a lot of blaming, refutation of blaming, and morality wank, so here are some assorted non-morality opinions:
the gift of the magi esque dual-sacrifice wei wuxian and jiang cheng pulled for each other is my favorite part of the story. like holy shit.
wen ning did phrase the golden core reveal to be as hurtful as possible. i find the idea of a sacrifice performed out of love and care for the recipient later being weaponized against that same recipient to be a very interesting idea.
wei wuxian absolutely did not give up his golden core out of only a sense of duty. there was quite a lot of duty, obligation, and guilt (spurred on by jiang fengmian and yu ziyuan's last words to him) mixed into his reasons, but i think wei wuxian gave his golden core to jiang cheng because he loved jiang cheng and didn't want to watch jiang cheng suffer.
jiang cheng, meanwhile, led the wen patrol away and thus got captured in place of wei wuxian purely because he loved wei wuxian. in doing so, he specifically failed his duty to his dead parents, his ancestors, and his sect.
wei wuxian's internal narration about how he later conceptualized the golden core transfer as "his duty to the jiang" is interesting because it is written to be a post-hoc justification. as in, he came up with those reasons and that line of thinking after he already gave up his golden core, and was trying to make the outcome acceptable to himself.
jiang cheng postcanon is in a position to start healing. this take is also stolen from an analysis i read somewhere else, but the one question that's been cooking jiang cheng for the past 13 years is Why. why did wei wuxian do all that? did wei wuxian ever truly care about him, about his family, or was wei wuxian lying from the start? wei wuxian consistently accomplishes the impossible, so how could wei wuxian allow this to happen? but now that jiang cheng knows wei wuxian gave his golden core to him, suddenly all these questions have answers. the cause and effect relationship between A and B makes sense now. and now that jiang cheng has answers, he can let the questions stop cooking his brain and begin to heal and move on.
thank you again for the ask and the kind comments!
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You and Eddie get into an argument about the girl he's giving guitar lessons too. Angst, misunderstandings and bad communication ensues.
Warnings. Mdni. 18+ only, angst. Miscommunication and misunderstandings. Idiots in love. Jealousy.
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You and Eddie had been together for a few months and up until this point you had never had a cross word.
He had been giving some girl guitar lessons, her name was Britney and she was gorgeous, amazingly cool and hilarious.
Tonight you had walked in on them laughing together and looking all cosy. Something in you kinda broke inside, it was ridiculous because you knew Eddie would never cheat, but you still felt your stomach bottom out.
Hearing Eddie gush about Britney and how metal she was and was like a rockstar on the guitar didn't help either.
You weren't proud of it but you were quiet and a little less warmer than you'd usually be and when Britney made excuses to leave, you were left wracked with guilt.
Eddie had rounded on you asking ''Why were you being such a bitch?" and that had made you even more pissed and the argument ensued.
"I'm sorry that walking in on my boyfriend looking so fucking cosy with someone else put me in a bad mood" you bite back at him and Eddie's big brown eyes darken in rage.
"You're being fucking ridiculous right now you know that?" it hurt hearing Eddie say that and you lashed out without thinking about what you were saying.
"Oh so I'm ridiculous because I hate seeing some girl make gooey eyes at my boyfriend, I'm such a bad girlfriend for being a little bit wary" Eddie shakes his head and the temperature in the room turns colder.
"Or it's obvious that you don't fucking trust me. So if you don't trust me then what's the fucking point?" your breath hitches and there's a deep pit of gloom and dread, in your stomach.
"Are you breaking up with me?" you whimper and want to take back everything you said, tell him that of course you trust him but you're so stunned, your heart is breaking.
Without another word you storm out before Eddie can confirm your worst fears.
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Instead of going home you go straight to Nancy's who immediately digs out some ice cream and let's you cry out all the heartache, you both stay up most of the night but end up crashing around 5am.
Nancy is ready up and getting ready for school, you have the worst headache and just want to sleep a little longer so she leaves you to sleep, brings you up some pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice that Mrs Wheeler kindly made up for you.
In return you help her around the house, trying anything to take your mind of your heartache about Eddie.
When Nancy comes back home she gently explains that Eddie has been calling you and is worried that you haven't answered.
"I think you need to listen to what he has to say honey, he looks a wreck, I think he's driving Mike and the rest of the kids here after Hellfire so if you want to wait"
Nervously you nod and try to calm your anxious mind that Eddie is going to break up with you for good.
By the time that you hear Eddie's van and he's parked outside, you're on tenterhooks. Eddie looks like he's barely slept, his hair is messier than usual and he has the saddest look in his beautiful brown eyes.
That look makes you want to burst into tears there and then. You hate that you're the cause.
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, his voice is rougher than normal, his hands are shaking and you reach out to steady them.
"I'm sorry too Eddie. I was a bitch and rude and of course I trust you, I trust you with my life and I hate that I made you think otherwise" his eyes fill with pain and he swallows.
"I shouldn't have called you a bitch. I've been a mess since you left and I was worried as shit when you weren't answering your phone, Mike told me you stayed here last night with Nance so I knew I would come here as soon as I could"
The tension slowly begins to leave your body and you feel soothed as Eddie pulls you in his arms
"Also Britney has just started dating Gareth, she was learning guitar to impress him and I was teaching her how to play his favourite song."
Fuck. "I'm so sorry Eddie" he softens and kisses your forehead.
"Even if she was interested I don't care. I'm not interested in her. How could you think I'd want her or anyone when I already have the most amazing, beautiful princess"
A warm fluttery feeling pools in your belly and you cuddle into Eddie and peer at him sadly.
"I just got insecure when you talked about how badass Britney was on the guitar and how metal she was" Eddie strokes your cheek and you melt into his touch.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't realise that was bothering you. Honestly yeah she's metal and pretty badass at the guitar but she's not you. She's not the one I'm head over heels in love with. You are"
"Oh" well shit, you'd definitely fucked up and misread everything. This is the first time Eddie has said I love you. It's a big deal for him, you know that and it is for you too.
"I'd never cheat on you or hurt you princess, I'm so in love with you" Tears roll down your cheeks and you kiss him fiercely.
"I love you too Eddie, I should have tried better at communicating with you" You sigh and cuddle into him, feeling calmer than you have in days.
"We both should learn to communicate better" he corrects you and you nod. It feels like a weight has been lifted of you.
"I really should apologise to Britney too" he hums in agreement.
"She thinks your really cool by the way and she put up with me constantly gushing about you"
Shit. Yeah you definitely have to apologise. In fact you make that your next mission first thing on Monday morning.
For now you were just going to bask in Eddie's love for a little while.
Britney as it turns out is a total sweetheart about the whole thing when you speak to her first thing on Monday and excitedly tells you about her dates with Gareth and how she played him the song Eddie taught her.
Not only do you gain the start of a friendship with Britney but you and Eddie are more in love than ever.
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#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson angst#angst to fluff#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson
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I think this is it.
Aight, thank you. Here's my request: So Pro-hero Bakugou has a husband (reader) and a son who didn't inherit his quirk. Instead, he got m readers' "weak" healing quirk. The kid hates/dislikes reader for getting his "useless" quirk instead. Meek reader doesn't want tell Bakugou that the son has a crappy teen ego, but Bakugou comes home early to see son berating reader. And Bakugo just scolds the son and explains why the the healing quirk is useful and how reader is amazing. Its a bit angsty, but can we have some fluff comfort at the end pls? Thank you again. :)
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One thing no one in U.A expected was for Bakugo to get with Recovery girls grandson, the Omegas quirk being "healing aura" the ability to create a healing must up to 12 feet.
The two teens didn't get along initially, Bakugo crass and rude and (name) very much no nonsense and stubborn, the two constantly butted heads during their stay at U.A.
It was a surprise towards the end of their high school career for the two to move in together with an upcoming engagement "when did they even start dating?" Some would ask only to realize those arguments and comments were actually the two flirting.
(Name) ended up much like his grandmother and travelling agency to agency and helping out post villain attacks and doing what he could, gaining adoration and fans through how much he helped.
They almost forgot he was an Omega till he went on maternity leave.
(Sons name) was very much like Katsuki, a spitfire who had many little options and though Katsuki calmed down considerably there was no denying they were practically clones.
And because of this, it devastated (sons name) when he didn't get his sires "heroic" quirk but instead got (name)s quirk, the boy over time developing a resentment to his Dam.
Due to (name) only being called for emergencies, he ended up taking his late grandmother's place at U.As Medical wing.
And because of these hours, he was often left to care for his son alone while Katsuki did hero work, and because of this missed his son developing into a mythic asshole.
(Name) was exhausted after work, needing to use his quirk a lot today along with quirkless medical practice as many students didn't need his quirk but a simple bandage and such.
The house was a mess, whenever (sons name) came home he always made a mess, deeming it "Omega work" as the teen scrolled his phone "arent you supposed to be studying for the written exam?"
"Why should I? Dad got me in on recommendation, thank god since all you gave me was a shitty quirk" the teen snapped and (name) looked absolutely heartbroken at this as the teen continued "thank god dad's been teaching me martial arts since it's so useless-- seriously why did I have to get stuck with something as useless as your quirk, I'm amazed dad settled for someone as useless as you"
"The fuck you say?" The two turned to see Katsuki Bakugo walk in, out of uniform after finishing work at his agency "d-dad..." (sons name) looked sick and (name) on the verge of tears "your dad's "useless quirk" literally saved countless lives and your dad hauled ass saving countless People from villains" his voice cold as he dropped his duffle bag "why's the house a mess? You not fucking helping your Dam? I know he just got home so I know this ain't his mess" he laughed without any humor "disrespectful little shit, get up and clean this mess, after we train and get ready because it's gonna be hell" Katsuki promised coldly and the teen got up not wanting to piss off his dad more as the pro led (name) to their room.
"How long?" He said pulling the exhausted Omega into his lap, only soft for his mate "honestly since he found out his quirk, it's just been coming out the past few months..." Katsuki was shocked at this, how did he miss this?! "Why didn't you say anything?"
"... You were busy... You were working so hard on building your agency and I wanted to lift some weight off your shoulders" he wanted to cry as his husband held him close "stop being stupid" his voice loving despite the harsh words "I'll whip I'm straight, rely on me idiot"
(Name) was left to relax in the bedroom as Bakugo handled his son, calling a few hero friends to help especially the teens uncle Izuku and uncle Aizawa-- the teen spending his break at his uncle Aizawas and subsequently with uncle Shinsou who was visiting.
By the written exam he was kicked into shape and Bakugo made sure his mate was reminded over and over again how loved he was.
#omega male reader#omegaverse#male reader#bnha x male reader#bnha x reader#mha x male reader#mha x reader#bakugo katuski x reader#bakugo katsuki x male reader#bakugo x male reader
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single mom x price; PART 2
AO3 VERSION
part one || part three || part four
âPlease. Be good, alright?â
You look down at your son. He holds his bear close to his chest; defensive, as you senseâyou almost sigh at this view. Heâs in a bad moment. The moment where he needs no one, but his mom and the cuddles that you normally would give him, if the nanny wouldnât be on her way.
And itâs his favorite nanny.
Youâre reluctant to let him stay in the house, considering not only his humor, but the earlier tantrum that he gave you. Something between âyouâre the worst mother everââwhich only gives you an eye roll, but itâs a potential theme for a cry session later onâand âi donât want anyone else but youâ.
Normally, youâd call your mother that loves him to the core, but given that sheâs in Hawaii, not really reachable for you and possibly not in the mood to listen to your problems. She only wants to do it when sheâs bored, and if she can give you her âgolden adviceâ without a chance of being cut off by you putting a phone away because she crossed a line.
Which happened too many times in the past, since she just absolutely adored engaging in your life. Reminding you every time that you are responsible for the position you found yourself in and the only thing that could possibly save you is listening to her. Marrying the man that she gets to pick.
Because the mother knows best, as she always says.
The irony of beefing with your son is irritating for you too; especially that you need a nanny for an hour, maybe a little more because you need to go to the town meeting. You could skip it, sure, but itâs like skipping an opportunity; and who knows what will happen. Maybe youâll get around doing something that will bring money, if they will talk about the spring festival.
Last year you got yourself quite a deal, so the thought is exciting enough for you.
The possibility of meeting John is thrilling, too, even if you donât want to admit it directly. Everything about this man is electric, enticing enough for you to barely be able to think around him. Something is tingling in your chest, when you think about it. Heâs acclimatizing well enough in town too, as you learnedâand the town meeting is a good chance to see with whom heâs close.
Animal in a zoo, it would be a good comparison, even if it seems cruel for some reason because John is anything but it.
You get to leave the house after five minutes of talking with your nanny. Sheâs like an angel, considering that she convinced you to leave, telling you that sheâs gonna do alright with your son and his tantrums arenât really the worst thing that happened in her career.
Which, oddly enough, you believe, without even knowing the details.
You sit in the second row at the meeting. Arms crossed, maybe a little defensive, but youâre not opposed to talking with people that sit near you. They show you photos, talk about their family, ask kindly about yours, until someone mentions a husband when you tell them about a situation from days ago.
Normally, youâd probably make a snarky remark about their comment, saying something how rude it is to point to someone that they need a man, when your point isnât missing someone to help you around.
Thatâs normally, if your ears wouldnât catch that voice. The voice thatâs hard to forget even if youâd desperately try to do it. Deep, drawing attention to the owner immediately, like a moth to a flame because the desire to look is impossible to resist. Everyone knows that the appearance does the magic, but if the voice is attractive, most likely is the one who has it.
And thatâs exactly John Price.
You observe him only with a corner of your eye, assured that if youâre gonna glance at him once then heâs gonna know where you are. Itâs like the seventh sense of his, probably acquired after his job, at least you think that��s the case.
You donât need that. What you actually want, need, is a small dose of mystery that you currently have without him knowing youâre here.
Maybe thatâs not fair, but you donât care.
He talks mostly with guys from the local workshop; they vigorously explain something to him and he nods. Listens, then responds in such a different mannerism that they represent. Calmer, more stoic, yet it canât be mistaken with indifference. Heâs just⌠thinking type, you assume. The one who calculates before taking any action.
Wise man, so to speak.
Besides the boring stuff at the community meeting, thereâs just one thing that could potentially interest you inâcompetition for the best garden in town. It has everyone gossiping there and there in a deep hope, or strategies what to do to earn a win; mostly those successful, straight out of family movie moms, ideal moms who are doing everything for their families. Chit-chatter about flowers, techniques and stuff disrupts everything enough to make a meeting come to an end. Thereâs no point in continuing, when no one listens.
You arenât even considering the competition, but it gets you enough to think of renovating your garden. Forgotten long ago, as it needed too much work when you had a small kid; right now, when your son is six, thereâs way more opportunities for you to actually try to tend it. Who knows, maybe spring is the best time for that.
âSo. Gonna snatch that first place reward?â You almost jump, when you feel a hand on your hip. Light touch, but waking you up from your thoughts enough to acknowledge how tender it is. Allowing you to back off easily, if youâd feel like itâs too much.
But you know who this is. And you somehow know that itâs not too much.
âI wish,â you laugh dryly, looking finally at John. He arches an eyebrow, then proceeds to walk back to back with you, no hesitation in his moves whatsoever. âNot really a gardener. Besides, knowing how my garden looks right now⌠Not really a chance, no.â
Thereâs a second of silence. âCould help you with that,â he says, fixing his shirt; you give him a quick glance. His outfit isn't really different from the other times. Simple flannel, worn out jeans, combat boots and this well-known, plastered smile into his lips. Charming and dangerous, you think. âI have time, if you really want it.â
You clear your throat, conflicted. Do you really care that much about possibly winning a contest? Maybe Johnâs help would really do wonders, considering that he already helped a lot of people in the neighborhood; with success that didnât take much time, as you know.
Kind, nice, doesnât want anything else in return; could work for you for free. Youâre 99% sure that you would bake him a pie or something anyway, but the thought you wouldnât have trouble with payment is nice enough.
âMaybe. I need to think about it.â He raises his eyebrow, but doesnât say anything. Instead, he just nods his head in an understanding manner.
âWeâll exchange numbers, then. Itâll be easier,â John announces, giving you his phone. You look at him, dumbstruckâit wasnât exactly your plan to do this.
âI donâtâ Well, I donât think itâs necessaryââ
He barks a laugh, shaking his head. âNonsense. Come on.â Price smiles; like an angel, truly. Angel in a disguise of a tempting devil because you enter your number into his contacts, even if you wanted to keep it as a secret a little bit more. âWasnât so hard, was it? Didnât think Iâm some kind of a creep, did you?â
Your face flushes with pure red, when he implies that. âNo! No. Iâm just⌠I donât use a phone often,â you croak. White lie that don't really need much explanation from you.
âThat right,â he muses, possibly amused with your hurried talk. âIâll call you in a few, then.â
He sticks to his promise, as you learn over the next few days.
The thing is: you donât pick up.
Itâs not like you do it on purpose. At least, thatâs what you tell yourself when you see a few missed calls on the phone, the moment you come back from the grocery store. Or, when youâre out in the garden with your kid, planning how itâs gonna change in the future because youâre just taken-aback by how bad it looks. Like itâs not your garden.
Maybe the problem is your lack of courage to call him, too. It would take one click and youâd be done with the task, but somehow, you canât bring yourself to it. Mixed feelings and the âI can take care of anythingâ mindset doesnât help you much.
It feels like a reminder to call back, when you see John outside. Heâs in the middle of a discussion with some teenagers that were screaming earlier, disrupting the precious night silence. You thank him in mind that you donât have to do itâas you got up from bed only for thisâyou just observe everything behind your window, wrapped in a fluffy robe. You canât miss the drama, even if it means that youâll lose a few minutes of your sleep.
Your humor gets better automatically, as you even laugh at how disappointed they seem, going straight up to their homes.
And then, you cross gazes with him.
Thereâs a faint smile from John. He raises his hand, greeting you, so you do the same. However, the difference in moves is clear. John does it slowly, you almost rush to do it and disappear into your bedroom, so he wonât get an idea that youâre up for a talk.
Because youâre not. Youâre too tired to do that, to talk with a man that makes a pretty mess in your head every time youâre around him. And, youâre way too ashamed to do that when he called you multiple times and you havenât answered even a single one of it.
Some part of you wants to give in and text him right after you see him, but you let this idea flow by. Youâre gonna text him at the right moment, you think. The middle of the day, or when youâre gonna see that he works over something, so he wonât be able to read it right away.
You forget about your declaration soon enough. Way too caught up with balancing between home, work and school, you donât quite realize that the longer youâll extend the whole thing, the longer it will be over your head.
On Monday, youâre reminded. At first, you donât really acknowledge it, too irritated that you canât move your car because someone decided to park behind you, blocking your way. The only thing that keeps you from screaming is your son that does not really care whatâs going on. He just sits in the back, playing with his toys, unbothered.
The realization of whose car it is, overwhelms you completely in one moment. You know whose car it is. Itâs hard not to, really, when you think about it: thereâs only one pick up truck around. The neighborhood is full with families that preferâmost definitelyâa car more efficient, a car that has more seats because thatâs the only way everyone will fit and ride for football games and all that shit.
The thought you have to ask him out of all people, gives you a migraine.
Itâs an awkward thought; the way you have to say something. You havenât returned any of his calls, treating him like some one night stand (even if it wasnât the case because you never slept together), and now you want him to move his car. Theoretically speaking, he should do it without even thinking twice.
You canât help but wonder though, if heâs even gonna acknowledge your plea, given you ignored the shit out of him.
Rude, you think. Youâre rude and you did nothing about the calls. About the proposition. You totally ignored John Price, and now youâre embarrassed because you have to ask him something. Maybe if youâd think of calling him back, you wouldnât even be stressed about this situation. Quick text to him, and there he is, moving his car.
In another lifetime, though. In this, you have to do something else.
After you tell your kid youâre gonna be back in a second, you decide to test your luck and jog into his house, just a few meters away, knocking with a whole monologue in your head. How you need him to move your car because your kid needs to go to school. How you need it to go to the grocery store, you even think of giving him an excuse that you need to go to your mom, even if itâs a straight up lie.
You donât have to wait long. Door swings open a few seconds later and you can see John, a little bit sleepy and confusedâpossibly because no one normally wants to see someone at seven in the morning.
He speaks before you have a chance to do it. âSo eager to apologize, eh?â
It takes you a few seconds before you stare into his eyes, instead of his chest. âExcuse me?â You blink several times. Itâs not like you didnât understand what he said, itâs just his body that you pay too much attention to. He has no shirt on himself, his sweats low on his hips. Tempting.
You do not look lower than that, for the sake of your sanity. No time for fantasiesâand it seems like he knows what youâre thinking, as he smirks with that annoying smugness that he has.
âYou havenât returned my calls,â he says, voice low. Might be the consequence of just waking up, but you think of it as seductive. Youâre not gonna rub it into his face though, when he literally has the upper hand in this situation. Wouldnât be smart. âThought youâre here âcause of it.â
You clear your throat. Heâs not wrong, but heâs not right either. âYeah. Weâll talk about this later, but could youââ
âWhy?â John tilts his head. It doesnât help your case in any way. âWe have time, you came here early. Might as wellââ
âThereâs⌠a lot going on,â you blurt out, interrupting. You donât really know if he believes you or not, but he certainly is interested in why. So, before he has the chance to say that, you speak up again, "And you have to move your car first.â
âA lot? You know that I offered to help if somethingâs too much, right?â
You forget how to breathe for a minute. His tone is hard, a sheer contrast to playful John that was here just a minute ago. Not quite scary, since it doesnât even sound like a threat, but it is a reminder. Urgent one. âI know, butâ"
âNone of that. If you need something, you call me.â
âRight now, I need you to fix your car.â Comes out a little bit aggressive. It has Price raising an eyebrow.
âMy car seems perfectly good, why would I do that?" John leans against the door frame, looking down at you. You're pretty sure you've never felt smaller than you do now.
Using his advantage to intimidate you is smart. Something that heâs gonna do, if youâre gonna show him that youâre weak for it.
You cough. Trying to be civil here is a necessity, you think. Especially if you actively ignored him before. "Thing is, you blocked my car," you try to explainâcalmly, before you run away from him; you even point at your red Mazda, a late birthday gift from your grandfather. "I have to⌠drive my son to his school."
"I did?" he raises his eyebrow. For a minute, his eyes are off you, attention on the parking lot, trying to search for the problem. Then, he looks at you again. "Mm. Seems perfectly fine to me, love.â
Love. He does it to annoy you, thatâs the only reason why heâs so unfazed. Or, heâs trying to achieve something different, but for now, you canât think straight when this manâhalf naked man, to be exactâblocks your carâs way, looking good.
Too good.
âI canât move in any way. Youâre⌠too close.â
âToo close? Could say this soonerââ
ââtoo close with your car, I mean,â you add, weakly. Price has you stepping on your tiptoes, so careful with picking your words. Precise what you mean because if youâre not gonna do it, he could take advantage and change the meaning.
He chuckles, his smile widening. If heâd be anyone else, youâd think that is a predator move. âMakinâ you all nervous and stressed. Why? Am I this scary, love?â
Again. Again this pet name.
âJustâ Can you, please, move your car?â you ask, massaging your temples. He makes you weak in the knees and irritated at the same time; you donât even acknowledge the steps forward that he makes.
He gets your attention the moment he tips your chin up. This feeling itself is making your stomach jump; skin sizzles with that specific need, deep in your heart that you rather not admit, but it is there. It is there, and John makes it difficult not to melt into a puddle in his hands. Ridiculously warm hands on your skin, to add.
The comfort he brings wraps around you tight like a blanket in particularly cold mornings. Important, needed even, especially in fragile moments. You almost forgot how it feels.
âWhat car is it? Red mazda?â He breaks eye contact with you for a second to glance once again at the parking lot.
âYeah.â
He locks his eyes with you again. âOh, honey. Should say that soonerâ
Thereâs a storm happening inside your head; a strange type of deja vu falls on you like a tsunami wave; unexpected and cruel in some way. Did you not tell him what car is it? That's why he acted funny, so cocky, not taking you seriously? Youâre sure you pointed in the right direction, even if you didnât tell him what car it was. He looked here.
Or maybe he didn't? Why would he lie, though? You might as well be tired, you think. Itâs not easy to be a single mom, to balance everything out.
Right?
Storm inside your head makes you ignore the warm feeling in your stomach, when John guides you to the parking lot with his big hand on the small of your back.
âI'm sorry.â
"It's okay. Nothing, really," you gulp. "You're new here, so you might not know my car."
Even if youâre sure you pointed him the direction of it.
âCould know better,â he hums, caressing your clothed skin. Tenderly, afraid to break you in any means. âSo, so sorry. Really. And look, now because of me you have to put up with being late. Came home later than usual⌠If I saw all of that, Iâd find a different spot.â
You smile a little, pleased with his explanation. Thereâs nothing wrong in your mind about this situation, nothing that could indicate that heâs lying. Even if heâs a little too close for comfort, you think itâs because thatâs who he is.
He moves his car quickly, while you talk to your kid; he almost didnât notice your disappearance, too interested in his toys. Even if you want desperately to listen, your brain is too occupied with the previous situation, with Price looking so good without a shirt.
Your son tells you about the âdramaâ between the elephant and monkey when John comes back into the picture, right before you are about to reverse.
âEverythinâ good now? Nothing else to take care of?â
âEverythingâs alright.â You give him another smile. âThank you, John.â
âNo problem.â He glances at your kid, then, back at you. âWeâll have to talk later. About the garden.â
âYeah. Yeah, weâll have to.â
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Any of your demon OCâs reaction to being summoned but the magic feels powerful so when they get there they expect maybe a collection of wizards but instead it is a very drunk person(reader) who seems very confused but also isnât against having this very attractive demon in their house.
[I mean, at this rate you could just summon an Icon. But let's not go there yet. Why not Vorago?]
The difference between Vorago and many other demons is that, most of the time, he's ready to be summoned. As the firstborn of Queen Vorticia, he has to be available for a myriad of public contact and more nitty-gritty transactions that his Mother is all too happy to distribute between her many children. The eldest takes on even more work than necessary, purely to train himself for the future, wherein he may rule Gluttony.
So, when Vorago senses a rift opening with a request for him, the royal glutton merely brushes his outfit, adjusts his mane, and stands appropriately, waiting to be transported. It's no shock to him that a rather surprising amount of magic is used during these instances, you do not simply summon a royal without obtaining much training in the field, or on your own for that matter. While the process takes place, Vorago searches his head for who this might be. The blood signature utilized doesn't ring any bells, so it might be a first contact summoning. Giving a good impression is more important than ever if that truly is the case.
Vorago steps into the rift with an adequately serious expression and a hand behind his back, expecting some kind of fanfare or overzealous greeting.
There are few words to describe his confusion at the sight that greets him. Astonishing, really, as he considers himself verbose.
The prince finds himself in a rather homely, completely informal setting. Someone's house, he deduces, given the smells present, the well-worn furniture. No group, no organization, no sect, not even a pair is there to receive him, only one human.
He sniffs.
One very intoxicated human.
He can only wonder what's happening to you, where you hail from. How you've gotten to this point.
The glutton stares hard at you. Something that another summoner may find rude of him, but you're hardly composed enough to notice. There's no incredible, burning desire within you. You don't stink of desperation and madness, you aren't covered in sin.
You're just a human woman, meddling with what most definitely doesn't concern someone like you.
" ... O- " You finally seem to notice there's someone else in the room. " Oh? "
" Oh. " Vorago parrots, feeling a brand new crease form on his forehead.
Silent moments pass.
You really should blink more, he assumes your eyes are losing moisture from the moments where you stare at him blankly, like a donkey.
" I suppose, when you're sober, you'll gather the wits to grovel... "
Vorago isn't particularly cruel, but he'd be a bad example if he allowed summoners to think they can get away with this type of behavior. To summon a demon of royalty while entirely shitfaced is to cause great offense to said royal lineage. It can warrant more than death, it could set curses upon your loved ones. Vorago understands mistakes happen, but humans of all people, are too frail to afford these grievous acts of buffoonery.
So he needs to cause a healthy amount of panic in you, which he will, when you become sober.
" Hhmn? " You sluggishly tilt your head.
The firstborn takes a few steps forward on the borderline nonexistent circle you've thrown together on the ground. It's more of a misshapen oval, with not a tenth of the power you'd require to keep him properly contained. Really, Vorago could blow it away with a sigh.
He squats, using his hands to gesture and speaking slowly, the same tactics he'd use to make his toddler-aged siblings pay attention.
" Human. Listen closely. " No self-respecting prince would be stooping this low. " Now that you have made the mistake of summoning me, we need to establish a formal deal, so that I can leave. "
You don't offer much of a reaction for a while. Vorago sincerely wants to slap the back of your head. Though he imagines you'd tumble face first in a graceless display of alcoholism.
He can only tense hard when you spread your arms and latch onto his shoulders, running clumsy hands through his thick hair.
" Hahah... Hah. You're sooo cute. You should stick around. "
You're so fucking wasted.
The glutton is speechless, face darkening. He allows himself to feel this for a few seconds, ideas suddenly swirling in his head while an admittedly pretty human plays with his hair. The large demonoid shivers slightly. You'd look even better if you weren't so visibly drunk. For as much as he craves and writes about this type of contact between monster (demon) and human, he's never had the pleasure of experiencing it firsthand.
A small eternity passes before he forces himself to pry your small -Delicate, so fragile, so soft- hands away and rises.
" Any suggestions, summoner? " His tail swishes.
A grin tries to settle on your cheeks, it's struggling. " You. Me. The couch. "
Vorago has to run a hand down his complexion and breathe in deep. Oh trust him, that couch wouldn't survive. Still, this is no way to try his hand at charming a beautiful person.
" No. " He chastises. " I have a proposal. Do you read, human? "
This could backfire very hard. He knows this.
" Ehh, yeah, I guess. " You shrug. " Sometimes. When my favorite authors upload. "
Upload. The top eye in Vorago's head widens, his hope shining clearly.
" Then let's do the following. I provide you with written works, and, in turn, you act as a proof-reader, letting me know what I could adjust. "
Particularly how accurate his portrayal of humans and the opposite gender is.
" You write?! "
He almost feels offended that you're so surprised. " Yes. "
" Fuck yeah! "
He chuckles purely from how ridiculous this is getting.
Vorago nods, using a foot to disrupt the summoning circle and leaning down with an outstretched hand, the other reaching for a vial on his coat pocket.
" Brilliant. Allow me to collect your blood signature then. " Because you're too shitfaced to sign anything, he presumes. " You will be contacted so we can schedule our first meeting. "
Well, he thinks happily, no one can accuse him of having no references now.
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I am sorry but I'm going to need a Ransom story with this prompt. It can be RoaR or a one-off, he can love it or hate it in this space, he can see it over Reader's shoulder on the computer screen, your choice!
o.0 oh boi oh boi oh boi! Fall Vibes but it's gonna be my summer challenge submission to @the-slumberparty's Sundae Bar, featuring the flavors Cookies and Cream (soulmates) and Rocky Road (rags to riches) with the topping Oreos (marriage of convenience (reluctantly)). Also my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18's Birthday Bonenanza, featuring a babe in love and cranky about it + "can you just...hold me please?"
For Show Ransom Drysdale x poor!soulmate!reader
Summary: Ransom hates that you--his soulmate and wife--are nothing like him.
Warnings for smut and Ran's a**hole brain (rude, nasty thoughts that he barely even believes). Classic Lexi--this is cheeky, y'all, but you know it's because I can't help myself... MINORS DNI. Find all-age friendly fic on my Light Masterlist. WC 2.1k
Ran didnât believe in love to start, but this is fucking ridiculous. Opposites attract? Get wrecked, asshole. Heâs keeping opposites on the other side of the house. Itâs not far enough.
Itâs standard practice for the confirmation of matching soulmarks to act as a de facto marriage contractâcommon law, if you like,âand Ransom Drysdale fought tooth and nail to make you prove you had his name on you. He needed to see it with his own eyes or fuck that shit.
His is obvious; he can show it off. In fact, Ran is surprised by how long it took you to come forward, considering his family and status, considering his lifestyle of being very visible.
But no, he had to wait for a fucking database to pop out record of his match from your healthcare provider, and he had wait for that because the government knew about your healthâŚbecause they know such thingsâŚabout people who need their fucking money. The registration of soulmarks puts the financial responsibility on the soulmate if they end up having the means.
Now Ran is responsible for you, a woman he made lower the front of her panties in open court to reveal his goddamn name in his own goddamn handwriting imprinted right above her goddamn cunt, and suddenly it became his cunt, his problem, his responsibility.
Youâre not even fun. You had no money and didnât care to have any, so you moved your few, ratty belongings into his home, replacing nothing, offering nothing in return for hisâwell, in return for every fucking thing he has now being yours, too. Itâs so fucked.
You donât want to show off, and he has no intention of showing you off. He canât be seen with you, not without the proper clothes or jewelry, and you refused to get them. Instead, Ransom leaves you alone in the house, doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants, as always. He wonât talk to you because he just gets furious every time. Heâs not going to have deep conversations about the state of the world, though he might have one social justice issue he can fight for: the mother-fucking law that made you his wife without question.
Ran slams the kitchen cabinet storing all-white, matching stoneware mugs when he notices whatâs missing: your single, sad, flea market mug. Itâs clay so it always looks dirty, and he hates it.
He lightly punches his own neck in irritation.
He didnât stand a chance fighting the marriage, not with your name in deep, port red letters creeping up his throat, higher than any turtleneck heâs ever owned. Coupled with his legal name resting snuggly beneath your pubes, it was obviously, technically accurate that youâre soulmates. When was the last time someone challenged that system, he thinks. That might be a better use of his money thanâ
Where are you anyway?
For all his annoyance, he hasnât set eyes on you for days.
His house is large enough (and he spends so much time anywhere else) that you have your own room, which you didnât question, and the kitchen is easy enough to share when one of you eats out with other people (as he does two to three times a day). You get the slightly bigger and more formal living room while Ran gets the den with the big TV. Really itâs been the perfect system for almost forgetting you exist.
He pours tea into his clean, white mug and leaves said big TV fairly loud on some program he wasnât paying attention to, leaning over the granite countertop to see if he can spot you from this angle.
No luck.
He steps closer, sipping.
A little closer, more sipping, a purposeful smack of his lips to grab your attention if you are just around the corner.
There are two openings, both far larger than doorways, to the living room, each through the central hall. When he doesnât immediately see you, he steps to the farther opening. What theâ
Whatâd you do to his couch?
Is that every single pillow and blanket from your side of the house?
Did Yankee Candle Company throw up in here?
What, the fucking fireplace wasnât enough ambiance for you? You had to make some sort of nest with his stuff? And thereâs that ugly-ass mug, no coaster, on his super-expensive, reclaimed hardwood coffee table.
A pillow shifts.
No, not a pillow; itâs your back, and when you shift again, Ran sees one of the plush throw blankets slink farther down your bare skin. Itâs the largest swath of your body heâs ever seen.
You lay with your arms folded, peering out the windows behind the couch, and you still havenât fucking noticed him.
He huffs before realizing he isnât listening to the faint TV anymore, but when he ticks his head, he sees your TV isnât on either.
ââI think of nothing but you as I fall asleep at nightâââ Ran hears a womanâs voice fake a deeper tone before switching to normal ââJavier says, pulling her soft curves into his hard bodyââ
You sigh dreamily and wiggle on the cushions. The blanket slides over the swell of your ass.
Ran stops moving mid-sip of tea.
ââPlease, my darling, let me have youââ this is fucking terrible, he thinks ââas only a lover can.ââ
Alright, now Ransom is just sad. Youâre naked in his living room, rubbing your thighs together and listening to an erotic novel on your phone.
âChloe felt his digits dance across her clavicle, his eyes enchanted by her heaving bosomâŚâ
Go out to a club or restaurant with him? No. Wear nice clothes he could buy you? Nope.
ââJavi,â she gasps, distracted by his rough palm groping her breast hungrily, âI canât believe you want me.ââ
Ran is going to fucking gag at the whining appall in the narratorâs voice.
Why listen to this awful shit instead of show off him as your husband? From the quick shiver racing down your spine and the curl of your toes where they hang over the cushionâs edge, itâs because youâre fucking horny for it.
Good god, how low are your standards?
He stalks forward, feet hitting the floor hard until he reaches the plush rug.
Startled, you peer over your shoulder at him, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights, and you begin scrambling to recover yourself.
Ran puts his cup down by yours. âDonât move,â he orders, and to his surprise, you obey, keeping you head turned his direction and sinking back into the pillows.
ââHow could you doubt? From the moment I met you, I adored you.ââ
He swivels to face the same direction as you, reaches out his hand and mime the stroke heâs contemplating tracing over your curves.
ââIâm yours,â Chloe breathes, Javierâs growing member signaling his desire against her silk-covered core.â
Ran finally bends until the tip of his middle finger grazes the inside of your thigh.
As he drags it over one cheek and down the other, you whine and push your ass toward his hand.
ThatâsâŚnot bad, all things considered. You are his wife, after all, and you clearly want to be fucked. He wonât argue that having some other womanâs name scrawled on him hasnât limited his game for quite a while. Financially independent or not, when a pussy is presented to him, Ransom will say âyes.â
He stops noticing the audio from your phone and just dives in, no sentiments or kind words of his own. He simply unbuckles his belt, pops the button of this jeans, and rips that zipper down before teasing your folds to find enough slick at your entrance to swirl around. He spreads you and your wetness with purpose. Each second that passes drives Ransom a little bit more insane.
Impatient, strung out like a virgin on prom night, he rushes to shove his pants out of the way and kicks one knee up between your legs, his other foot still on the floor. He pumps his fingers inside you until heâs knuckle-deep and nearly dripping, manhandling your hips to the right height to sink his tip into you.
Ran groans at how fucking good you feel. Heâs probably just desperate. Heâd be excited about any olâ means to come right now.
He snaps his hips in small thrusts until his whole length glides in and out in seamless stimulation. Youâve buried your face in the pillow, so he canât hear if you make any noise. He can, however, see your hands scratch at the upholstery and clench into fists. He can see you deepen the arch of your back, angling his dick to fuck just slightly down through your channel. The pressure squeezes the spongy head of his cock like a vice. Heâll never say it out loud, but your pussy is fucking perfect. God fucking dammit.
Ransom relentlessly drives into you, catching the sideview of your breasts bouncing each time his thighs slap yours. He smacks your ass once just to see if it jiggles for him, and thatâs when your hand snakes to disappear between your legs. He expects youâre going for your clit which is good because heâs about to get off and get lost, but instead, he feels your soft fingers cup his balls.
Heâs so enamored by the sensation that he switches to tiny pulses deep in your cunt while your hand wraps and rolls his sac gently. Twitching and tensing, Ran unabashedly moans until your walls constrict around his length.
Heâs got to make you do that again.
Ransom collapses forward to lean over you, his own hand diving to find your clit, resting his palm right over your mound and soulmark. Every inch of his body burns hot with need. He humps wildly, resting his chin over your shoulder.
ââI donât care how, Javi, just stick it in there. I need you. I need you so badlyâŚââ
âJesus Christ,â Ran growls, âare they still not fucking?â
A giggle bursts from your lips, a sweet, happy sound heâs never heard from you before, and you reach for him. Your palm lands on his soulmark, your fingers curling to scratch the hairs at the nape of his neck, and thereâsâŚthereâsâŚ
He canât comprehend how your body fits his so well. He canât reconcile this sudden swell of obsession in his gut for you. Heâs enveloped in a binary system of souls, gravity tugging at that connection between you.
Ran doesnât believe in love or destiny. He refuses. He believes in pleasure and perception, in accumulation and ownership.
The only thought left in his static-filled head is mine, mine, mine, mine.
He falls over the edge first, a satisfied shout punctuating each spurt he plants within you, furiously working your messy clit and kneading one breast in his free hand until he feels that squeeze again, and again, and again, dying to a flutter just as your shared cum leaks out around his cock.
By this time, Ran is panting and resting a sizable portion of his weight on you, knees knocked loose in his onslaught, pushing you both flat to the chaise cushion, feet dangling off the end.
You still hold each otherâs mark in a comforting palm.
Heâs speechless as the room fills with heated love declarations amidst passionate sex and bad dialogue. Ran tries to catch his fucking breath. Heâs glad you donât speak either.
Everything about his lifeâhis past, his present, his futureâsits utterly raw in front of him, and he canât cope.
He makes the mistake of peeling his body off yours, releasing you and dislodging your hand. The cold emptiness which immediately sweeps over him is sickening, and Ran barely waits for you to roll onto your back before he wedges himself between your legs again, instinctually laying on his side, pressing his sweater-clad shoulder against your sopping folds just so he can rest his soulmark right on top of yours.
Euphoria returns to his body and mind, thick like honey and all-consuming.
He doesnât want to admit it. He doesnât want to talk about. He doesnât want to live a moment without you.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Mercifully, the audio speaks for him.
ââCan you justâŚhold me please? That wasâŚthat wasâŚââ
ââSo intense,â Javier rumbles, âso beautiful.ââ
Ransom, the preening trust fund baby, has finally found something all his own, something he doesnât want to share, something shown only for him.
He refuses, however, to call it âloveââŚ
âŚyet.
[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]
A/N: I'm fine.
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Thank you everyone for the big support on the RE2 Leon post! I was honestly blown away by all the nice comments I got đĽşđ
And now I'm back for more ^^
Hope you enjoy!
gn reader
tw yandere, obsession, over-protectiveness, possessiveness, heavily implied murder, implied stalking, kidnapping, jealousy
General Yandere! RE4 Leon headcanons
Above all else, Yandere! RE4 Leon is very protective of you, the dearest person in his life. To a very unhealthy degree.
He has always been protective but a lot has changed since his first day as a rookie. Leon has seen a lot, he knows how truly horrifying and cruel the world can be. He knows what dangers lurk in the shadows, just waiting for an opportunity to strike and snatch away his beloved.
He doesn't want you to go through what he has. He wants you to be safe at all costs. He simply can't risk losing you, you're everything to him. You're what keeps him grounded, the one beacon of light in the darkness that threatens to consume him every day.
His many missions have broken him, Leon is not the same person he used to be and that too reflects in subtle changes in his yandere behaviour.
He remains very protective, insanely so, but it´s not quite in the same way as RE2 Leon was. He has become pretty jaded and that also translates to him being more merciless when it comes to shooting down anyone that could be perceived as a threat.
There´s no more slight hesitation before going through with killing someone and pulling the trigger, no deliberation, he won´t leave even a sliver of a chance of something hurting you and that extends to zombies, cultists, or rude strangers alike.
He still likes showing off in front of you, proving to you how capable and reliable he is, but he would rather avoid having you witness him getting rid of the latter ones.
He´s sure you won´t object to him getting rid of horrifying eldritch horrors but he fears your naivete won´t allow you to see the other dangers lurking right around the corner. People everywhere that are secretly out to hurt you. People that have bad intentions. People that try to get between the two of you.
He certainly won´t forgive that friend of yours that told you how "scary" Leon´s glare was whenever he looked at someone that wasn´t you. And isn´t it weird that he´s somehow always there whenever you´re in trouble? And they could have sworn they saw him standing outside your window back when you had your sleepover at your house...
Of course Leon couldn´t let this continue any longer. What if you started listening to them and tried to keep your distance? Leon couldn´t bear that. How is he supposed to make sure you´re safe if you won´t let him?
He knows he needs to do something about this so-called friend of yours. Maybe at first he will start "small" and simply start incriminating them for crimes they didn´t commit. It´s truly scary how little you know about your friends, right? Who would have thought that they would turn out to be a criminal?
Leon hopes that will be enough to make them stay away but if they´re particularly persistent... Well, he knows just how to deal with obstacles that are in his way. His position as a special agent gives him plenty of opportunities to make that person simply disappear from all records after mysteriously vanishing.
But don´t worry, Leon will be right by your side, holding you tight and mourning the loss of your friend right with you. It´s really so terrible what happened to them but at least you have him! And he won´t ever leave you.
Now of course, if you yourself were acting difficult, continuously getting yourself into danger, ignoring all of his advice ( don´t leave your house without him. always keep him updated on what you´re currently doing. never go on a date with a stranger..) or avoiding him in any way, Leon would feel forced to take some drastic measures to ensure that you´ll always remain safe and his alone.
While RE2 Leon would not have gone so far as to kidnap you, RE4 Leon absolutely would. It would not be his first choice but in this case, he feels like there is no other way. He would rather keep you locked up for the rest of your life than lose you. He just cannot bear ever having to live without you, now that he has found you.
You´re the only good thing in his life and he´ll be damned if he´ll let anything happen to you.
Of course he understands why you´re mad at him afterwards and it breaks his heart to see you upset with him, but he´ll suffer through it all in the hopes that you´ll one day understand why he had to do what he did.
He´s sure you will come around to him one day and then you´ll finally live the happy life he you both always wanted. In the meantime, he´ll treat you with gentle care ( well, as gentle as Leon can be. His displays of affection are still pretty awkward and stilted even though he tries very hard) and makes sure all your needs are met.
He´ll also let you get away with many things like screaming at him, ignoring him or backing away from his touch, as long as you don´t try to escape him. You may hate him at the moment, but at least nothing can get in here and hurt you while he´s constantly monitoring you.
Leon hopes that one day you´ll be able to move on from this and become a normal couple, but he doesn´t really mind having you all to himself with no prying eyes right now. He´s very possessive too and he´d just hate having to get rid of another stranger that looked at you a second too long for his tastes.
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Disclaimer : Not an astrologer, take it with a grain of salt, only for fun.
𫧠Asteroid Orma in 8th house might be the people to leave an impression of being hella reserved in a mysterious way. Like they might tell you a story and you will always feel like there is something more to it.
𪊠Mars in 3rd house people often say something offending without meaning to and regret the very next second. Trust me it's not their fault, they wanted to say something else and ended up saying something totally unexpected. They also feel guilty about it for days and feel sad that they might have come off rude for no reason.
𫧠Neptune conjuct ascendant, they are the real chameleons. They can mold themselves as per the situation demands. Ngl it comes handy sometimes. Like I remember when I was in 6th grade I was caught into a very serious matter but I pretended as if nothing happened and flew away. When the other guys rattled me out to the teacher, she said It's impossible that I was involved and that she doesn't believe them. She didn't hear a single word against me. Lol no, I wasn't her favorite student or something. It's just that I had maintained a certain reputation among different sect of people as per my own convenience. Call it manipulation if you want, if that doesn't explain the planet itself.
𪊠Pluto trine Lilith, it's not always sexuality that comes to the mind when we hear about these folk. Lilith here is aware that pluto is her benefactor. But it takes time for her to feel comfortable in her own domain. She is powerful here and knows what she wants. Definitely won't take anyone's bullshit. Her transformation can be scary and ruthless if someone tries to pin her down.
𫧠Jupiter sextile Pluto have a deep interest in forbidden things. Learning things that often people consider taboo is their thrill. They may or may not share the knowledge but they are always resourceful about topics relatated to dark themes of life. Feel free to discuss anything with them, they won't judge you infact they will help you inhance your own boundaries. You will be surprised how normal they'll sound while talking about things that might trigger other people even if they have gone through the same.
𪊠The one guy I had a Aphrodite-Eros synastry with made me feel like...idk strange. I was on a constant pedestal. I cared a lot about him. His Eros conjucted my Aphrodite and I looked out for him a lot. There was a thick sexual tension but also comfort. He also made me get a taste of jealousy. Which I don't usually feel. I used to constantly compare myself with the girls he used to interact with. We were not dating but I just couldn't help but feel insecure. Not because of him....idk why I was acting like that when I knew I was pretty enough.
𫧠Mars opposite Venus people get sudden mood swings from doing absolutely nothing to doing everything in next one hour. Oh and they'll do it again if it ain't asthetically pleasing to the eye.
𪊠Sun sextile Saturn, trust me they do know how to control themselves and take things with a grain of salt. Their ego is well maintained and not fragile unlike others. Very understanding and real mature people.
𫧠Sun sextile/trine Moon are the most compassionate and intuned with their selves. They know themselves better than anyone else. Also they always know exactly what they are feeling at any given time. Even if they are depressed at some point they won't give up easily.
𪊠Neptune negatively aspecting Saturn, dreaming big is easy, isn't it? But when you start implanting those dreams in real life your dreams remain dreams only. Don't worry though. It's a lesson. Don't give up, try harder. Dream as big as you want but at the end of the day remember to open your eyes and start afresh with new motivation. And please don't listen to those who tell you to quit it down. Your dreams are not weird or impossible or too much. Those people are just jealous because of how big your ambitions are and how far you are willing to go for it. Don't restrict your imagination for someone else. Believe yourself, you can do it!
𫧠Pluto in 10th house solar return chart can indicate a huge change in academic life or anywhere you are working at. For better or worse you better take precautions before hand. I am having it this year with mars in 3rd house and trust me from an above average student my grades are becoming poor. If I were to describe my graph I can see it coming downhill like a water slide which is creating quite an impression on my parents as well as my teachers. Note the sarcasm.
𪊠Saturn in 7th house could indicate having no interest in relationships at first or people being afraid to ask you out but when you grow up, settle well, you find yourself looking for your better half, resulting in either meeting them late or doing an arrange marriage.
𫧠Saturn opposite ascendant are the people who often get told that they look unapproachable on first glance. Kind of the 'out of league' vibe surrounds them. Which is not always true but I have noticed people do think twice before approaching them. These sweeties are also damn soft on the inside but for only those who do dare to talk to them. They rarely take the initiative themselves. But come ask help from them and they will risk their lives for you.
𪊠Mercury aspecting chiron could indicate healing your wounds by diving into the world of books. You might like to read or write journals when you are feeling down. There might be a small diary or pages that you have written when you were at your lowest. Its also possible that you start writing a novel or something to help you voice out your pain through written words.
𫧠Sun conjuct asteroid Medusa. Damn! You could have curly hair or hairs that are a lot wavy, thick and voluminated. Highly blessed in hair department. Many people might have praised you or complimented on your hair from a very young age. This could also indiacte a lot of body hair. From top to bottom you have body hair and trust me its not a bad thing. Its a blessing of being powerful, embrace it. It's just a hunch but some may have complimented you on that too.
𪊠Mars in 3rd house can't watch porn without audio or no communication during the deed. They always want to hear the sounds, no, they NeeD to hear the sounds raw! Only visuals is boring for them just as adding some weird music to the video. No, its not creating the mood, its ruining my experience, pls stop it.
𫧠You don't wanna hear someone moan who has their personal planets conjucting asteroid Sirene. Trust me you will get addicted. Its insane and I am not bluffing. Their voice may or may not be as addictive in general but in bed? Or when they want to take something from you? You will be trapped even before you blink. It's dangerous.
𪊠What's with Taurus Mars and Laziness? So much potential and still they study few hours before exam, complete assignments few minutes before submission and still have the audacity to say they will easily pass. Like bro if that's how you pass then I can't imagine how you will top....
𫧠Moon in 4th house people are highly invested in family matters. Family comes first to them and then the rest. The kind of people to tolerate an unhappy married life for the sake of their kids because they can't see their family being split apart.
𪊠Mars aspecting Pluto. It doesn't matter if it is positively aspected or negatively aspected, there is a lot of pent up frustration and anger issues underneath this placement. If provoked or underdeveloped could result in a very sudden and violent rage from this person. Better to leave them alone in such situations.
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