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barblaz-arts · 1 month ago

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I know you've been making a lot of art of it lately, but out of curiosity, what's your opinion on Hazbin Hotel in general? I'm referring to both the show and the fandom here. Just curious.

God. What a loaded question. Are you ready? Bcuz I'm fresh from Vaggie discourse on twitter and I have a lot to say.

I think that Hazbin Hotel seems worse than it is for people who know the fandom but haven't actually watched the show. Honestly, I think it's a fine show. It isnt super incredible and I'm not gonna sing praises about how deep and thought provoking it is or whether it's an artistic masterpiece. It never tried to be that and was never advertised as such(to my knowledge) anyway. I just had a lot of fun. Like, yeh sure the cussing in the dialogue can be a bit much, especially in ep 1, but there are different writers in other episodes, so it gets better. It can be super crude yeh, but I grew up watching things like the Scary Movie franchise and other dumb american movies (yes, i was too young for them. yes, i still watched them), so it's pretty tolerable for me. It also helps that Charlie is the main character. That's one of the main reasons why I watch HH but dont watch HB. It's probably a fun show, but without a sweetheart like Charlie to balance things out, I'd just get tired of the sex jokes and mean jokes.

Compared to my last hyperfixation, I think I have more things to love about Hazbin Hotel, believe it or not. With Netflix's Wednesday, I had already been an Addams Family fan for a while and hung on because I loved the family and eventually Enid and wenclair. The show itself was honestly meh... so far! I'll give season 2 another shot.

But with Hazbin Hotel, it catered to a lot of things I've always loved. Found family with a bunch of misfits? We didnt get to see it much bcuz of the fuckass 8-ep per season format we have nowadays, but its fine its there! The juxtaposition of a kind hearted woman in a harsh world? Love love Charlie for that, I watched the show in the first place because of her. A canon lesbian lover with a "fuck the world cuz my world is you" type of love for the protag? Fuck yes. How very Pearl-from-Steven-Universe of Vaggie. And the music? The music is soooo good. I didn't know the songwriter prior to watching, so I was nervous about the songs, but I knew most of the theater actors they cast(still cant believe Jeremy fucking Jordan is Lucifer) so I figured even if the songs are mid, at least the performances would be topnotch. And they were! But the songs were a pleasant surprise. Sam Haft did real damn well. I still listen to the soundtrack to this day.

The fandom, however, is probably the worst one I've been in. And I've been in a lot in my big age... Just... lacking media literacy, and based on the replies I get when I say something on twitter, it seems a lot of them lack reading comprehension and just plain emotional intelligence too.

There's a lot of criticisms about this show that I honestly think is fair. Pacing, character design, overuse of the F word, whatever. But in my opinion, claiming that Hazbin is a male-centered show is an unfair misconception that is mostly the fault of the fandom.

Bcuz, sure, the male characters are uber popular. Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, Angel Dust and the many web of ships they're involved in went trending every few business days. But come on now. How often does a fandom even have their main protag as the most talked about character? This has been going on for ages. Just because the boys have the most merch and fics and fanarts and thirsty fans doesn't mean that they had the spotlight for most of the show itself. It only meant that they were the ones the viewers paid attention to, in a fandom filled with people drooling over the next tumblr sexyman and toxic yaoi ship of the month.

But if you actually look back at what the show gave us so far, the boys didnt outshine the women. I actually think the women got to do more and be more as characters than the men did. Let's take a look at the male characters.

Alastor was not in all the episodes. In fact, he was MIA in two out of the eight episodes. In all the episodes he was in, he was a mere side character. His purpose in season one was to stir the pot and be the intriguing mystery that occasionally quips. But he was not the one whose deeper thoughts were explored and whose character and goals was challenged THROUGHOUT the show, merely alluded to at the VERY END of the season, which is hardly him taking the spotlight away from Charlie. If you merely looked at the fan content of him, you'd think he were a father figure to Charlie(or a love interest. whatever) and that he has developed a soft spot for the Hazbins deep down in that cannibal heart of his. But if you pay attention to the show, he never had even a meaningful one on one conversation with the Hazbins. The only time that happened is when (a)he threatened Husk's life (b)when he constantly mocked Charlie while she was down in the dumps and used this as an opportunity to manipulate her and (b)when he told Niffty watching the crew sure can "make one sentimental", even tho he had taken no prior opportunity to bond with them! There's no foundation for all the fandom's claims that he could be redeemed bcuz of a budding fondness for the group, but that's all you see of his fan content(aside from the horniness). I dont have any problem with his lack of an actual relationship with the Hazbins bcuz I believe redemption for him is not what the show is going for, but it's frustrating to see people interpreting it that way BUT not seeing how horridly developed it would be if that is the case, meanwhile they turn around and say that Vaggie and Chaggie as a ship "had terrible development".

Then we have the male Vees. Vox was only ever in episode two, and was essentially a youtube reactor in episode 8. He was in ep 4 but had no speaking lines. We only know of his obsession with Alastor and the toxic relationship he has with Val. Val, meanwhile, is merely shown as the sex obsessed fiend behind Hell's sex industry and Angel's abuse. They did what they needed to do with minimal screentime. It was fine, but that's IT. Despite what little CANON gave so far, you have hundreds of people writing essays and fics and fanarts about them being complicated characters. But to reiterate, this does not mean that they are bad characters or that they don't deserve the fame. But to say that these men are better written within canon than the women is such a bold statement when most of the depth they knew of these characters were lore drops given before the show and their own speculations as they dug into the shallow soil of what the show has so far.

I'm not gonna speak about Angel and Lucifer. Because I think they were characters who were legitimately well-explored so far.

Now onto the women. So many of them were given the opportunity to have their characters challenged or given the agency to push characters and the plot forward or give you intrigue about implications of what's to come for the characters and the plot. I've talked a lot about Charlie and Vaggie. So let me talk about the other, terribly underrated women of Hazbin.

Velvette and Carmilla were the ones who advanced the subplot in the war against Heaven. Because of Carmilla's love for her family despite being a demon, an angel was killed. It gave Heaven the excuse to escalate things, but it also gave Charlie hope later on in the season that they're not powerless. Carmilla was also the first demon shown to make selfless actions that is contrary to what is expected of demons, making it proof that Charlie's belief that demons deserve a second chance isn't unwarranted. She's an interesting character, as an overlord who hangs on to power but clearly has morals. But how often do you see people writing essays about her? Eating up the fact that she's a powerful overlord but would sacrifice anything for her daughters? If Carmilla were a man, hundreds of girlies would be drooling over the crime boss who has a soft spot for his daughters.

Meanwhile, Velvette got to demonstrate why exactly she's an Overlord despite being the youngest demon in there. She's calculating and observant. She gives off a haughty vibe and constantly boasts about how she's young and fresh, but she isn't naive. During that meeting, she paid attention to Carmilla and Zestial's relationship. In order to find out who killed the angel, she riled everyone up, and when she got the feeling it was Carmilla, she mocked Zestial so that Carmilla could slip up. By playing these Overlords who are older and more experienced than her, Velvette showed what exactly her asset was to the Vees and why she's a threat, something that Vox and Val have yet to be given the opportunity to do when they were busy eye-fucking Alastor and literally fucking Angel. But in fan content about the Vees, Velvette is almost treated as an after thought to the boys...

Then we have the Seraphs. Not only were their designs gorgeous, their dynamic and presence as characters had impact to the plot and main characters.

Emily is a much needed character to show that this story isn't meant to tell you that Heaven = bad; Hell = good. There is good and bad in both, and it is so important for the protags to know that they have an ally in Emily who represents the true virtues that heaven is supposed to uphold. And I love the confrontation she had with Sera when her own view of what's right and good was challenged. We got to see the strength of her character and started the seeds of what could be heaven's acceptance of Charlie's goals.

Sera is such an interesting character to me. She was also important to show that not all angels were sadistic like Adam and Lute, but not in the same way Emily was. I have no idea so far which direction this show would go with her. But I'm intrigued by the fact that she seems to be driven by fear, unlike Adam and Lute's cruelty. She knew Lucifer and was there when he was cast out for his disobedience. Whether everything she's doing is to prevent that from happening again remains to be seen, and I'm looking forward to this kind of subplot for her.

And then Rosie! I really really look forward to seeing more from her. Spoilers aside, something I barely see people talk about is how interesting it is that Rosie is every bit the leader that Charlie hopes to be. Rosie is able to be a respected overlord in her own faction without needing to sacrifice her love for showmanship and music and her positive disposition. When we were officially introduced to her, they show how she seems to care about actually taking care of her people, not JUST ordering them around, by talking to them personally and giving advice. That's exactly what Charlie wanted to do for her people, isn't it? The hotel to Charlie was what the emporium was to Rosie. They have a lot of similarities that could set up for Rosie to be the one to teach Charlie in becoming a leader. Now whether that's a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen, but it is rather compelling.

So yeah! With all that said, I really dont think this show ignores its women at all. Just because a bigger part of the fandom gravitated towards the men doesn't necessarily mean its a misogynistic show so far. But if certain people are claiming that the women are badly written, then I hope they also own up to the fact that their blorbos are just as shallowly presented within the show, maybe even more so. Which wouldn't even be a bad thing! Since when did a show or character have to be amazingly written for a person to like them? That's just no fun at all. All I'm saying is... Fuck this fandom's double standards, hiding behind claims that it's the writing's fault when the problem is they couldn't be bothered to think about the women.

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caesium-55 · 11 months ago

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—seven days. [ v ]

pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.

summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.

author's note: sorry it took a while compared to the other chapters. i finished up my lab reports in my surveying class. this is not edited nor is it beta read and i dont remember much on what happened during the 2018-2021 seasons so pardon me if there are inaccuracies. anyways, welcome to max's pov. u can say im stalling on the shitshow that will happen once max discovers that reader resigned. lemme know what you think.

tags: @whatamidoingwithmylife-ramdom @eugene-emt-roe @bellezaycafe @barnestatic @theseerbetweenus @wcnorris @notyouraveragemochii @lpab @vildetry06 @a-beaverhausen @formula1mount @loloekie @alucardsdaddyissues @juky-ps @cassianswh0reeee @devotedlycrookeddonut @amberpanda99 @supermaxv1

masterlist.

2018

“Who’s that?”

Daniel looks up, cheeks stuffed with the sandwich he was eating for lunch, “Who?”

Max cringes internally. His mother always told him and Victoria to not talk when his mouth was full, she called it bad manners, and now, he is understanding where she was coming from with those lectures. Nevertheless, he doesn't reprimand Daniel. Instead, he gestures to the girl standing a few meters away from their table in the Red Bull hospitality staff cafeteria, who was happily chatting with two Red Bull senior engineers whom Max recognizes to be Elijah Stuart and Richard Fox.

It is the first time Max has seen her. A new employee perhaps? Perhaps not. She lacks the company standard uniform.

Daniel trails his line of sight to where Max has pointed, “Which one? Richard?”

“No,” Max groans. Daniel blinks.

“Elijah?”

This is quickly becoming annoying.

“The girl, Daniel,” Max says, his exasperation bleeding through his words. “She’s not wearing a Red Bull polo.”

Daniel’s brows rise to his hairline, head snapping back to Max, “[Name]?”

Then, a shit-eating grin erupts on his lips. “Are you interested in her?”

“She’s not my type,” Max’s denial comes quickly. Is it even considered denial if it’s the truth? In his twenty almost twenty-one years being alive, Max never really put a lot of time into thinking about what his ideal type would look like. But he is sure that the woman of his dreams will look very far from the woman who was successful in catching his attention because you are wearing a black shirt in a sea of Red Bull polo shirts.

You with your eyes that forms into tiny crescent moons once your face breaks into a grin, you with your smile that shows too much gums and too much teeth, you with your hands that moves too much when you talk, and you with that too loud and too obnoxious laugh that comes even with the lamest of jokes. You’re like Daniel in a way. All happy sunshine vibes.

Max is watching you close, observing how you were interacting with Richard and Elijah. They're old men and no one should look this happy while talking to boring, old, white men, who worked more than four decades in the engineering industry so they only know how to speak boomer language and everything engineering. Surprisingly, Elijah and Richard seem to be having fun talking to you. A miracle on its own because they never even look that happy talking to Daniel Ricciardo and everybody in Red Bull Racing adores sunshine honey badger, Daniel Ricciardo.

“I didn't say anything.”

“You're thinking about it.”

“How would you know what I’m thinking?”

“Because you’re currently on a quest to erase my singledom. I can put two and two together.”

Daniel snorts, crossing his arms over his chest, “Maybe I just want to let you meet new friends.”

“I have enough friends.”

“You don't have friends that are not racers.”

Max presses his lips in a thin line.

“She’s my manager, by the way.” says Daniel, leaning back into his seat.

“What happened to Nick?”

“He’s on leave,” Daniel says. “His wife’s giving birth soon. She’s my temporary manager for a few months. Or I don't know, maybe the whole season.”

Max brows rise in pleasant surprise but says nothing.

“Now that I think about it, she’s around your age. How old are you again? Twenty-two?”

“Twenty,” Max corrects. His birthday is still months away from pre-season. On the end of September.

“Ah, she's older than you. Oh wait, here she comes. Hey, [Name]! Here!”

Max flinches and his heart begins ramming against his ribs erratically that he thinks he’ll undergo cardiac arrest in a matter of seconds. He does a double take—why am I even panicking?—then forces himself to calm down and straightens up in his seat. His shoulders and neck are still considerably stiff and his palms are slowly becoming sweaty. He swallows an invisible stone in his throat.

“¡Hola mi amiga, [Name]!” Daniel greets and his Spanish accent sounds off that it makes [Name], who stopped right in front of their table, giggle and when Max looks up at her through his lashes, it almost feels like the world is turning too rapidly on its axis and it’s making Max dizzy. Daniel and her do a friendly handshake—when did they reach this level of friendship?

“Hola, Daniel,” she greets, smiling. Your accent reminds Max of Carlos, but unlike Carlos, who possesses a very distinct Spanish accent, yours sounded subtler than his and it's mixed with the charming rhythm of words that reminds Max of sunsets in the south. You pronounce Daniel’s name like it has two syllables instead of three. Dan-yel instead of Dan-i-el. Suddenly, Max is curious as to how his name will sound if it originates from her mouth, how the syllables will roll off her tongue. Max will still sound like Max. Nobody will mispronounce that name. But Emilian and Verstappen? How will you say it?

“Hi Max.”

The Max sounds plain even though you’re smiling when you greet him. She didn't say Max the same way she said Daniel, whose name was uttered with a certain fondness.

“Hello,” Max’s chin dips slightly into a nod.

“Eat with us,” Daniel invites and he is already dragging a chair from a nearby table to their table before Max can fully register what he’s doing.

“You sure?” you ask, brows raising slightly at Daniel’s abrupt invitation.

Daniel waves his hand dismissively, “Yeah, yeah, Max wouldn't mind. Would you, Max?”

Suddenly, two pairs of eyes are on him and his throat feels dry. He cannot speak. No words leave his mouth. Empty brain, zero thoughts. In the end, he nods and you join the two for lunch.

Max frequently sees you following Daniel in the paddock. You remind him of a dog. No, even dogs do not follow their owners this much. Or do they? Max wouldn't know. He is a cat person anyway.

Max’s main point is this: not even the other racers’ managers follow them around this much. Not even Max’s manager follows him this much. (No one tell Max that this was due to the fact that he scares his own manager. Imagine a middle-aged man scared of a Dutch racer half his age with anger issues.) But you follow Daniel around like he is the sun and you are planet Earth and you need to be constantly revolving around him to achieve universal balance. And for some reason, your actions cause something odd to stir up in Max. He is annoyed. Of what? Maybe because you are so good to Daniel? Maybe he wants someone to be like that for him, too? His manager is not as proactive as you. Yeah, maybe that’s it.

And if you are not with Daniel, which is a rare occurrence, you’re hovering around the Red Bull mechanics. You even go as far as bringing them coffee in the mornings and that annoys Max even more. Daniel, he can understand if you brought him coffee, but the others? No. You don't even bring Christian Horner coffee. Why only them?

Whatever.

You are such a suck up. Max hates suck ups.

Baku 2018 was a bad race, a total nightmare for everyone in the team. The moment Max got out of that car, he was burning. Figuratively, at least. The engine of the RB14 is the one burning, in a literal sense. Horner is red in the face when he sees Max and Daniel, and he yells at them to cool down before they do the formal stuff of apologizing and dealing with the FIA and all the formalities that Max rather thinks are bullshit.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice raising, when he sees you approaching. “Aren't you supposed to be with Daniel?”

“Water?” you offer the water bottle to him and Max knows full well it’s supposed to be for Daniel. Max saw you offering it to Daniel earlier when the two of them stepped into the Red Bull garage after retiring from the race but the older man has declined your offer before stomping off somewhere else to cool down.

“No.”

He is not going to take the scraps of someone else, even though he is thirsty as hell.

You nod, shrugging your shoulders and saying, “Okay.”

You crouch on the floor and put the water bottle in front of him with a neatly folded face towel balancing on top of it. Then, you rise and walk away, leaving Max to glare at your back as you fade away from his view. Once you disappeared from his line of sight, he drags his gaze back to the water bottle and towel.

He drinks the water and then uses the towel to wipe his sweat. At that moment, Max decides that he will never allow himself to be beaten by Daniel ever again.

Max remembers the anger he feels when he discovers the news of Daniel leaving Red Bull.

“Was this because of Baku?!”

Daniel tries to explain his situation as calmly as he can but Max is all fire and flames and fury. He is only hearing Daniel’s words, not listening to them because all that he registers are the words “leaving” and “Renault” and “goodbye” and the rest are all just a bunch of ringing noise. Max knows where Daniel is coming from because he isn't dumb nor naive and he is aware that he is quickly becoming the team favorite, but did Daniel really need to leave?

Daniel’s leaving, Daniel’s leaving, Daniel’s leaving. He’ll have no friends left on the team.

Max’s fear of being left behind is often masqueraded as anger. The thing about Max is that his pain always turns to anger and his anger turns into violence.

He barely registers what he has done to Daniel until he sees his teammate—former teammate—on the floor, eyes wide and clutching his cheek. Max’s fist trembles. They are both horrified at what Max has done.

“Daniel, I—”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!” Daniel scrambles to a stand and lunges at Max. Max fears he’s going to get punched, too, and maybe he deserves it because he is the one who has thrown his fist first, but [Name] appears, quick as lightning, and rushes in between Daniel and Max.

“Daniel, calm down.”

Max is surprised you can hold Daniel down on your own. Daniel was a racer, had been since 2011, so he possessed the physical strength of a veteran racer and you, well, you're not. You’re shorter than them both, too.

Daniel is turning red in the face and fury paints his features. Max wants to fight, answer Daniel’s anger with his own. Fire to fire. Let them both burn until they achieve ruination.

“Nick!” you cry and at the call of his name, Nick appears quickly. “Hold Daniel!”

Your hands clutch Max’s nape and forearm and you quickly drag him away from the furious Daniel, leaving Nick to hold Daniel off and calm him down.

His ears are still ringing. Even after he's dragged away from the chaos. Even after he's brought into an empty room. Even after he sits down on a plush chair, face scarily blank while his mind runs for miles.

The ringing sound disappears when you tap his shoulder and asks, “You okay, big boy?”

His brain becomes a blank slate.

Max nods hesitantly, “Yeah.”

His knuckles are still tingling. He can still feel the remnants of the violence of his fist, can still feel the sting when his knuckles met Daniel’s cheek.

“Injuries?”

Why do you only speak words instead of full sentences?

You scan Max’s face for injuries and Max holds his breath when you lean your face closer to see clearly.

“No—No injuries.”

Your shoulders sag in relief, “Good. Thank fuck. Horner wouldn't be happy if golden boy got clocked.”

You pull yourself away and Max feels like he can breathe again. Then, you pivot on your heels.

“I’ll get you water.”

“No!”

You flinch and then turn to him slowly, your eyes growing wide and mouth falling slightly open. Max mirrors your surprise. You blink at him. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then, your forehead creases and you close your mouth.

“No need to yell at me,” you mumble but Max hears it loud and clear and now, his anger is spiking up again.

“Fine, go!”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a long look. A sigh escapes your lips. You leaned against the door, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Why aren't you leaving?”

“You don't want me to,” you say in a know-it-all tone.

“I told you to go!”

“What you want and what you say are two different things. Don't worry, I’ll stay for as long as you need.”

Max doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he sits there in the silence with his thoughts and he can already feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He’s sure you noticed that he’s trying not to cry, not with you standing in front of him. Max always makes weird faces when he forces himself not to cry.

But then you turn your back on him, not to leave, but to give him the privacy he needs.

His tears fall silently.

The 2018 WDC was Lewis Hamilton, who garnered 408 points by the end of the year. Max finishes in fourth, only after the Ferrari drivers, Sebastian Vettel and Kimi Raikkonen. The world thinks it is not a bad result. Max is still young and he’s battling three WDCs for points. But Max thinks otherwise. Winning is number one. The rest is just losing. The only thing he knows is he's not good enough. Jos is thinking of the same thing, too. He knows it.

Everytime someone congratulates him, Max has to bite his tongue and fake a smile. He can only feel anger, for finishing up fourth. It's like people are constantly reminding him of what he failed to become—a champion.

Red Bull throws an after party at the hotel bar, like they do at every Grand Prix, but Max chose not to go so he can drown in his own bitterness in the privacy of his hotel room.

A series of knocks on the door disturbs his ongoing rampage. He is sure it is his manager who’s behind the door. Archie possesses a horrible habit of appearing when he is not needed and not appearing when he is.

“What?!”

“Open the door, sour loser.”

That's not Archie.

Max’s jaw tenses. He marches towards the door and aggressively throws it open. It is you who stands behind it, an unimpressed expression printed on your face. Why is Daniel’s manager here?

“Who are you calling a loser?”

You sigh, peering your head in to look at his hotel room. You wince.

“Horner is not gonna be happy with how you trashed everything,” you begin. Max may or may not have thrown things across the room, punched a table and the wall, and accidentally broke a hotel-owned wall decoration. “Did you punch the wall?”

He did. But he’s not going to tell you that. Max hopes you don’t notice the peeling skin on his knuckles—red and angry and bloody.

“Can you leave?” he asks through gritted teeth. He hears you sigh. You do that a lot when you’re around him. Why?

You rummage through your tote bag—cream-colored with peach prints, the same one you wear all year round—and pull out a cold can of beer and a face towel.

“Lemme see.”

You reach for Max’s hand, which causes him to jerk back, his hand going behind him. You pause.

“I told you to leave.”

“Okay,” you shrug. You grab his wrist before he could dodge and you thrust the cold canned beer and face towel into his hand.

“Put this on your knuckles,” your tone leaves no room for further arguments. “Danny’s worried ‘bout you.”

“If he’s so worried about me, he shouldn't be leaving me,” Max snaps.

“Have you tried listening to his reasons?”

“Of course, I did!” Max is offended that you even feel the need to ask him that.

You purse your lips, “Maybe you did listen, just never tried to understand. I’d do the same thing, too, if I was Danny. No need to stay in a place where we’re no longer wanted.”

Max opens his mouth to bark back. How dare you utter such nonsense? You only stayed here for a year! ? You will never understand the relationship between Daniel and Max. You will never know Daniel the same way Max knows him.

“He isn't going to win anywhere else. We are going to get a new engine and the car will be better than this year. We’ll be better than Ferrari or Mercedes. We’ll be champions.”

I’ll be a champion, but Max leaves it unsaid.

“I know, heard it from the mechanics,” you shrug. “Maybe Danny won't win in another machinery. Maybe he will. Who knows? But if the team wanted Danny then that’s better. A team that wants and prioritizes Danny will treat him better than any team could. And right now, that's what he needs, a good team that supports him well.”

“Red Bull prioritizes him, too.”

“You're lyin’ to yourself, you know it. You of all people should know how shitty it feels to be number two and Danny is number two right now.”

Silence.

Number two. Cursed number two.

“Are you gonna follow Daniel, too?”

Max will not be surprised if you do.

You shrug.

“Let's wait and see.”

Then, you turn around and walk away, the soft click of your beige flats echoing in the hotel hallway until it fades into silence, while Max stands there at the open door, a cold canned beer and a face towel in his hand.

He uses the face towel to wipe the blood on his knuckle and uses the cold canned beer to help soothe the pain of forming bruises. Max wishes you brought something to ease the pain in his heart, too.

2019

The 2019 pre-season begins with Christian Horner saying that Archie, Max’s incompetent manager last year, has submitted a resignation letter. That makes Max Verstappen officially manager-less this year.

��For this season, since Daniel is no longer with us—” The corner of Max’s lips curve downwards. “[Name] does not have anyone to manage anymore. I was thinking of moving her to the engineering team but she was too efficient at managing Daniel last year. Would you mind if she becomes your manager? I assume you're both friends?”

Friends is not the appropriate term to describe what they are. Sure, they talked because Daniel talked with Max frequently and wherever Daniel was, [Name] is closely behind. Daniel also has this habit of dragging everyone into the conversation so no one will be left out. They also engaged in banter a few times, when Daniel’s not around and Max and her do not bother tolerating each other for the sake of the Australian racer.

For the most part, when Daniel is present, [Name] become the nicest person to ever grace the room, even Mother Teresa is put to shame, but when Daniel’s gone, [Name]’s saintess act disappears and enters an asshole who'll argue with Max and annoy him to oblivion. She absolutely vexes him.

Also, she's a terrible suck up. Max hates suck ups.

“She’ll be good for you,” Horner adds.

“Do you believe so?”

“I know she can handle you.”

Max raises a single questioning brow, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Nevertheless, Max has no choice. Horner believes she’ll be good for him and Max prefers having her as a manager than having none at all. God forbid he’ll be stuck manager-less. He can barely organize anything to save his life.

Even though they're not perfectly civil with each other, Max cannot deny the fact that [Name] is a good manager. It is like she possesses the uncanny ability of knowing everything Max needs without having him to voice it out and you do it without Max having to ask you. Which works greatly for Max. He really isn't the best at asking what he needs and people cannot mindread so he just sucks everything up until a simple thing gets blown out of proportion and he ends up blaming someone else for a problem that should have been solved had he voiced it out in the first place.

“PR sent me this,” you walk into the room early in the morning and Max groans because he’s still dealing with the hangover from last night so he cannot deal with your annoyingness right now. Despite hearing his dilemma, you put the iPad on the table and Max sees a picture of him drunk as fuck in a bar somewhere in Barcelona. He winces, looking away and not bothering to read the caption.

“They want you to clear shit up.”

“What's there to be cleared about?”

“People think we're datin’, darlin’. That's what you need to clear up.”

Max’s eyes go comically wide. Him and [Name]....dating? A blush graces Max’s cheeks.

You swipe down and show Max a video. The clip shows you walking out of the bar, warding off people with a passed out Max on your shoulder.

There are two things that immediately entered Max’s head at that moment:

Wow. You're really strong.

What the fuck? When did this happen?

“I’ll get you an Advil and soup. In the meantime,” you open a word document on your iPad. “You read this. Prepared a script ‘cuz you can’t improvise shit. We’ll film a press release vid when I come back, aight?”

You are gone before Max can even nod his head.

#max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #fanfic #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #max verstappen #f1 imagines #mv33 x reader #mv1 x reader #mv1 #manager!reader

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fayecreates · 1 month ago

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I Will Die Your Daughter.

Premise: uhhh totes not a self insert because my day left me a few weeks ago and im now only coming to terms with it… you and sevika have daddy issues and y’all talk about it. The reader is an errand runner for Silco around S1. Also fem reader, Sevika doesnt like men, sorry.

A/N: 100% inspired by robotxm’s edit on tiktok, please go watch it it’s the best edit ever. I’m also making this bc im tired of all Sevika fics, as beautifully constructed as they are, are all smut. also its not a crime to make stuff up so dont be mean to me… i may or may not be taking requests…

Warnings: mentions of abandonment, allusion to harmful habits/behaviors (kinda leaning towards self harm), daddy issues i guess?? Probably a bit ooc Sevika

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It was late at night, the new moon up in the sky barely allowing sight. You were tired to say the least, not only physically from all of stupid small yet tedious tasks from Silco, but also just your life. Nobody thought it was easy growing up in Zaun, at least compared to Piltover. Sure you had food, a roof over your head, and a blanket to keep you warm at night, but a part of you still felt like a desperate little kid. Dad was not around much, staying for a few days, taking some cash and then leaving to go do whatever he wanted. It sucked for sure, but it was a routine at least. Once he really left, not on some vacation but just for the fun of it, it just felt weirdly empty. Today being the five year anniversary of these untouched emotions didn’t help work go by faster either.

Being Silco’s errand-girl also meant being up for his beck and call. sleep weighed down your eyes, it was only one in the morning but it felt like six already. Staying in the little ‘home’ with all Silco’s goons was weird, it was like living with all your estranged cousins who you couldn’t tell if they hated you or not, well all but Sevika. She wasn’t the stereotypical ‘nice girl’ but staying by her for a while now wasn’t so horrible as the rest. Maybe it was trust, maybe it was some weird friendship, either way Sevika was the one and only girl you could call to for help.

Walking towards the kitchen, deciding that maybe a glass of cold water would wake you up miraculously, you saw Sevika sitting at the usually empty breakfast nook. Giving her a small nod, barely having enough energy to muster up the ghost of a smile, you walked towards to cupboards. Grabbing a shitty mug, you just get some water from the sink, sure it probably wasn’t the best for you considering Zaun, but it didn’t matter all too much. Standing at the counter, a ways away from Sevika, you take moments to sip then stare at the wall.

“Something wrong?” Sevika’s voice rang out, her voice was rough but not in an emotional way. You glanced up at the sudden question, looking at her with a semi surprised expression. You knew people didn’t care, i mean could you blame them? People down there spent their lives working to just barely survive, caring or even asking was rare. You shook your head slightly, it was a lie of course. How could anything be right? Everyday just felt like the knife dug deeper into your chest. She simply hummed in response, she didn’t buy it but she wouldn’t pry anymore.

“…he left me five years ago today.” You spoke up after a second, like a rush of adrenaline just to say something so simple. Your eyes stayed locked with the chipped paint. She glanced back to you, her expression not moving much but the movement alone showed her attention was on you.

“Some boyfriend or something?” Sevika asked, sure the statement was unclear but you had already wanted to just yell sorry and run off. “My dad.” You say, your voice hinted with a sort of apathy. “I dont know, i dont really miss him to be honest, it just sucks i guess…” You continue, it wasn’t honest, it didn’t just ‘suck’ it felt horrible. Keeping up a constant unfeeling mask felt like living in the wrong skin, you felt things so deeply but you couldn’t risk showing it.

“…i get you, dads suck.” Sevika says, snapping you out of your headspace. You looked towards her, her arm was relaxed, holding a cup of god knows what. Her expression was the same as always, but she looked at you in a way no on else bothered to try. She was simply understanding, connecting even, but it was such a strange surprise. “…they really do.” You respond, a look of almost happiness if it weren’t for the context. “You wanna talk about it? I can tell it’s a bit more than just ‘it sucks’.” Sevika says, her tone a little joking, only to keep the lighter mood.

“…its not like that was the first time he left me, he’d do it like once a week. He’s done it on some of the most important part of my life.” You explain, your body turned towards her, your hand grasping the handle of the mug, but your eyes never met her as though it would make you really understand each word. “Sometimes i wish… i wish he’d like me enough to just come back. He never wrote to me, he never dropped by, it’s like i never existed to him.” You continue, anger growing in your voice just slightly.

“I want him to just stand me, im not asking for the world!” You say, growing a bit too agitated over the long over issue. “I hate him… but i loved him too. I was always a daddy’s girl, y’know i was a tomboy, a girl who loved all the stuff he did. I dont know what i did wrong, i was just a kid. When did i just become not good enough? I got better, i stopped hurting myself, i got better grades in school, i was a good person!” You yell even if it wasn’t super loud, your tone changing from anger to just sadness and confusion. Your eyes finally met Sevika’s, she was just look at you, giving small nods when you finished talking. She didn’t even have that pitying expression everyone had when you even mentioned feeling down. You stayed silent, really realizing that you weren’t just speaking in your head.

“It’s not your fault.” Sevika said as though it were basic knowledge, not in a condescending way though. “No matter how hard you change, he’d probably still stay away.” She says, her tone was a bit comforting.

“…i know… it just pisses me off, sorry.” You apologize, you just felt bad for wasting her time on something she didnt really care about. “For what, answering the question I asked?” She asked rhetorically, putting her forearm on the counter and leaning forward. “Stop saying sorry all the time, you’re not wrong.” She reprimanded, looking at her with the same semi soft look. All you wanted to do was say ‘sorry’ again.

“…okay…” you muttered, knowing you needed to respond but not in a pathetic way. You shift your weight on your feet, leaning a bit to the side. “I won’t like and say i know how you feel, but i didn’t always like my old man either.” She says, taking a sip of her drink. “We’d fight, we’d make up, but never once did he try to leave me.” She says simply. “Ouch.” You respond, taking it as a jab to your lack of present father. “Not what i meant, I mean your dad’s a douche. No real man would leave their child like that, especially not you.” She continues, giving you almost a compliment? Your expression changed again, it was one of surprise and maybe a bit flushed.

“… i dont know how to feel better, its like everything i try fails.” You admit, your tone quiet instead of its usual projection. You take a sip of water, hoping it’ll do something for you. “It won’t feel better.” She says bluntly, standing up from her stool and starting to slowly walk around the counter. “It might feel less bad day by day, but thats if you stop avoiding it.” Sevika says placing her hand on your shoulder in an attempt of comfort. “And saying that you don’t care, when you so obviously do, is avoiding it.” She says leaning down just a bit.

You didn’t know what to say, your eyes started to tear up a bit, definitely not by choice. You let your head fall, refusing to meet Sevika’s eyes. You just started crying, it was rare, every once in a while you’d spend hours sobbing and punching till it felt fine, but this was different. It was a moment of vulnerability, you didn’t know why Sevika chose you to give a moment of her little time open. You felt guilty, you always felt guilty though. Her hand pull you closer for a small hug. It was for sure awkward, but you wrapped your arms around her waist, burying your face into her shoulder.

You cried probably a bit too much, tears stained her shirt. Either way she kept patting your back as you attempt to not make an awkward noise. Sevika didn’t care though, no matter how awkward or weird the things you did it was no big deal.

She cared, unconditionally and irrevocably.

#sevika x reader #arcane #sevika #league of lesbians #h/c #is it h/c?#daddy issues (NOT FREAKY)#i cant tag #fayecreates works!

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sharklovingaquarist · 2 months ago

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It's kinda crazy to me how many people hate their mom, especially since fathers suck so much. Like, I don't think there's many cases where a father has done more than a mother even if she's not #1 mommy robot to everyone (and is obviously a valuable woman because of it!) Yet all you hear is "my ex-mother." It always has a poorly hidden scent of gender bias in it. The emphasis on mother, not the parent aspect of it. A lot of times, it seems the word "mother" is used as an insult by people against their moms, judging by the tone they use it in. Another trend I see with the "mommy issue" crowd is blaming their mothers for their fathers abuse. The constant "she allowed him to hurt me" as if women aren't often being hurt, too. Especially with step fathers. You all focus more on the mother than the stepfather, but change it to father and stepmother, and it's still on the women. And don't get me started on emotional labor. "I was emotionally neglected" and they only blame their mother.... girl.... you do realize your father should've been providing half of that labor right? And that's exactly why they get more angry at their mom. What men lack is pinned on women.

The mommy issues crowd also love to downplay people who have issues with their father. "Well, it's just not as serious. Mommy issues change your brain chemistry 😔🥀⚰️🖤"... like, is this a "✨️trauma✨️" off to millennials and chronically online gen z queers? It just tells me everything I need to know about average parental relationships and gender roles within them. Children hurt moms, and moms hurt children, but the father who throws the kindling into the fire sits back and enjoys the show. The father is the one who hasnt lifted a single FINGER in his life, or when he has its hurt even MORE than the petty things the mother has done.

I used to be in this position. You're told that your mom is the primary parent, so everything falls on her. But I think it takes a certain maturity and self-awareness. When you get to that in between age where you are approaching being thrown into the hellscape of modern heterosexuality, you start to humanize your mother again. Start to see the trap and how she fell into it. Start to see how no human can survive it without cracking at least a bit. It gets dark. You see how you fueled a situation that could very possibly resemble your future life. You see how you saw your mother as a robot. We are taught that she's supposed to be robotic. So when the mommy persona cannot be held up... shes defective. You see how your father was just an audience member. And some women don't wake up like that. The start of internalized misogyny, within all women, is with your mother. Frankly, I'm impressed women don't murder families more than men due to the dynamic, but lord, when they do, you don't hear the end of it. It all reminds me of why I'll never allow myself to be a mother. Youre either a good girl who gets pat on the head or an evil bitch who will rot in hell.

Last time I said something like this I was called a child abuser apologist so 🤷‍♀️ ig I'll embrace it. I dont think there's no such thing as an abusive mom, but that shit is so rare compared to dad's. But yall are absolute silence on that end.

And to add on, it's the attitude with how gender changes a parents role. People see mothers as someone who services, while fathers are someone to be proud of. Mommy loves me and daddy is cool and proud. Women are not cherished within the dynamic, we are just taken from. So, Imma be real, when I hear someone talk about how they cut their mother off because of this new wave of "parents (and by that we mean moms) have to be perfect and you have every right to cut them off!" I automatically assume it's some petty shit. Yall see moms as hivemind maids. Any little screw up means she's not your servant. Meanwhile ur dad could slam you into a wall and he's dad of the year haha you know how dad's are. MOMMY YOU HAVE TO BE MY EMOTIONLESS ROBOT WHILST ALSO PUTTING ON THE MOST RIDICULOUS EMOTIONAL PERSONA IN THE WORLD YOU REVOLVE MEEEEEEE 🥺

#radical feminism #feminism #womens rights #abortion #pro choice #radblr #radical feminist safe #radical feminists do interact #radical feminist community

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l1ttlestr4ng3r · 3 months ago

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Note: Ghost will be submissive in this Story. Please skip if you dont like this. (I’ve written this a while ago, so don’t talk about the grammar - I know it’s bad)

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Task Force 141 was sent on a Mission Hours away, the Military Trucks loaded with Soldiers. The Mission was smooth until one of your Men made the wrong Move and jeopardized the whole Operation, forcing you to flee almost immediately.

Everyone was running to the Trucks and you just so happened to be one of the last along with Ghost. No actual Seats were left, so you had to resort to the trunk. „Bloody Hell.." He cursed, before jumping in and pulling you onto his Lap to reserve space.

You were quite surprised as he pulled me onto his Lap so fast.

The smell of musky Cologne filled your Nose as you found yourself pressed against a pair of hard abs wrapped in his gear, you could feel the muscles shifting underneath you, he was breathing heavily from the run.

„Sit still." His husky Voice damanded.

„I.. don't even move." You've said, almost consuming the smell of him.

„You're heavy." He grunted, but didn't make any efforts to push you off, his Legs were spread apart enough so your Legs were completely surrounded, almost trapped between his muscled thighs.

„You pulled me on your Lap. So don't complain about it." You've said, feeling his muscles on my whole Body.

His Eyes narrowed behind the Mask as he heard your bold Statement, you were quite short compared to him, barley reaching his Shoulders. With your Legs crossed, you were almost in the perfect Position for him, but he wouldn't admit that to you out loud, your Legs slightly bounced against his Thighs as the Truck made it's Way back. „Shut it."

„Okay" you've said.

His Mouth twitched into a Smirk as you complained so quickly, „Good Girl".

His Voice was filled with Sarcasm and slight annoyance, but you got a Feeling a Hint of something more was there, but you couldn't figure it out.

You're blushing slightly as he called you a „good girl" but it didn't affect you that much.

Ghost noticed the Blood rushing to your Cheeks and he couldn't help but Smirk, „You good down there? Getting hot and bothered are we?" he asked sarcastically. He was definitely doing this on Purpose.

„I'm fine." You've said.

He rolled his Eyes, „Mhm.. Right. Can I ask you something?" He asked, looking down at you expectantly.

„What is it?"

„You got a Boyfriend? Ive never seen you around with a Man or a Woman, in that case." He asked cursiously, hoping you were single.

„Nope. No Boyfriend or Girlfriend. What about you?"

His Eyebrows raised with Interest, he didn't expect you to be single, you were quite the Looker, at least he thought so.

„Girlfriend? No, unfortunately I do not. I am single." He smirked.

„No wonder." you've said, mocking him a little.

Ghost looked offended but didn't show it, he rolled his Eyes again and smirked „And what do you mean „No wonder"? You trying to say I don't get Chicks or something?" He scoffed.

„Well, otherwise you would have one, don't you?"

He scoffed one again „I could get whoever I want. I'm just simply too focused in my Job to chase Bitches." he said nonchalantly, hoping you might be interested or intrigued by his Arrogance.

„Oh yeah, tell me more please. It's sooo sexy when you call Woman „Bitches"." you've said with a sarcastic tone.

His Eyes narrowed, „Oh so you're a Feminist, huh? You're one of those „Men are disgusting" Girls?" He asked in a teasing tone, but wanted to hear your reply.

„Well, to be honest, there are a lot Men who are *really* disgusting. But no, I am not a Feminist." you've said to him.

„You know what? You're actually a fairly smart Woman. Not an Idiot like the others." He smirked, trying to see how easily he could manipulate you, but from the Way you spoke, it seemed like his Plan would be difficult.

„I know that I'm smart. Otherwise I wouldn't know that you try to manipulate me." You glanced to him over your Shoulder.

He looked taken back that you could tell, he smirked once more „You're a smart ass too. You're not like these other Chicks. I have to admit. Most would fall into that trap pretty quickly."

He leaned closer so he could whisper in your Ear, „You're really pretty and hot," he whispered, hoping you get flustered.

„I am. You don't have to tell me things I already know." you've said.

He smirked one more *damn this Girl was arrogant* „Oh I really bet all these Men flock after you, don't they?" He said mockingly. He didn't even know if Men were interested in you, but he said to he how far he can push you.

„Well.. let us ask them," You've said. „ sine the whole Truck is full of Men, go ahead and ask them."

Ghost smirked, he didn't expect you to be this bold. *damn*.

He had to admit this Chick was something else. He shook his Head as if he was slightly annoyed, but he was also intrigued, he wanted to see how far he could take this.

"Right," he spoke up, making sure the entire packed Truck could hear him "does anyone habe a Crush on her?" he asked in a sarcastic Voice.

Ghost smiled as he heard a few Men reply in his Favor, some even said they'll kill for her.

He glanced at you with satisfaction. „See? You're popular." he said with satisfaction but with a hint of pride in his tone.

"Well, I think I am." you've said with slightly arrogance.

You lean back against his Chest, looking up at him as you start to tease him a little. You whisper to him in a flirty Voice "But what about you Soldier? Would you also kill for me?" a slight smirk appeared on your Face.

Ghost looked down at you with amusement as you leaned against his Chest, he noticed the smirk on your Face and knew you were trying to tease him. He was enjoying this a little exchange between you two, he wasn't used to it.

His Eyes narrowed as you spoke "I don't have to. I could have you whenever I wanted" he whispered in a low Voice, letting you know he wasn't joking.

You let out a little scoff "You really think that you can have me wherever you want?" almost sounding arrogant.

His Jaw clenched as he stared down at you, he wanted to put you in Place, but you were just too irritatingly cute. He smirked "I most definitely can, I could have you right now and here." He spoke in a deep Voice and there was no joking this Time.

"I don't think so" you said as you pushed yourself away from his Chest, not facing him anymore.

Ghost seemed annoyed, but he didn't show it, "Oh I think I could."

After a few Seconds he grabbed your Waist, pulling you closer to him. "You think you're tough? I could have you right now if I wanted you. You're a beautiful Chick, every Man in this Truck would kill to get a Chance to date you, but I'm the only one that can." He smirked.

You turn yourself a little to look at him, looking at him almost with cold Eyes.

"Before you even think about having me, you have to prove that you deserve this Chance to date me."

He smirked, he liked this. You were challenging him. He wanted to put you in Place, so he smirked once more as he spoke "Oh? And what would possibly make you so special? You think you I gotta do something do deserve that Chance with you? I am me, Ghost, you think that's not enough to deserve a Chance of being with you?"

"Okay let me tell you something real quick. Most of the Men think exactly like you and then there are these dumb little Girls which falling for this Shit, letting every Boy in with this attitude of yours. Do I look like such a Girl to you?"

He rolled his Eyes this Time, but he was also intrigued, he never thought you would be such a headstrong Woman. He didn't think Amy Woman could stand up to him like you were. He also knew you were messing with him, and he let you talk to see what you'd say next.

"No you don't look like one of those a Girls." he admitted reluctantly.

"Right. If I were one of these dumb little Girls, I would give anyone a chance, EVERY SINGLE MEN in this Truck. But no, I know my worth and I want a Man who know my worth too and is willing to deserve this fucking Chance to date me. So, you still think you can have me whenever you want?"

His Jaw clenched, *this Girl was getting out of Hand* He couldn't believe someone would actually challenge him like this. He stared deep into your Eyes as he spoke.

"So you wanna play hard ball? You want me to earn a Chance with you? Am I hearing that right?"

"Sounds like you don't want to!? Maybe another Man in this Truck is ready to earn this Chance." you've said so loud that all the Men could hear you clearly as you're still facing Ghost.

Ghost smirked confidently, the other Men watching you two speak gave him confidence that you were just messing with him.

"Go ahead and see if they're willing to 'earn' the Chance of dating you." he smirked as he sat up straighter, knowing you weren't going to say anything to the other Guys.

You turn yourself away from him, challenging him now fully as you speak to all the other Men "some of you said you'd kill for me..." you paused for a Moment to wait if Ghost is letting this go any further.

All the Men seemed eager to prove themselves, their Eyes locked on you. They were all waiting for your command.

Ghost let out a small chuckle as he noticed every other Man was eyeing you. He leaned back, confident that none of the Men would be brave enough to approach you.

As soon as there is no Reaction from Ghost you say "well, Ghost doesn't look like he is willing to earn a Chance to date me, maybe one of you is willing enough to earn this Chance."

A few of the Men cleared their Throats, they were a bit hesitant with such a bold move like that. He noticed that none of them would make such a daring move, but to see which one of them had the guts.

Ghost looked at you, he wasn't gonna back down from this, he was going to prove to you that he could have you whenever he wanted. „Do it..." he spoke up so the Men in the Truck could hear.

All the Men looked at Ghost with excitement, he basically challenged them all. A tall, muscular Guy who sat in the back of the Truck was the one to walk up to you. Ghost felt anger wash over him as he saw the Guy walk up to you as he was the one who was supposed to have you.

The tall Man cleared his throat, making sure the entire Truck was quiet and focusing on him and you. "I want to try and earn that Chance." he said confidently as he approached you. His Muscles were flexed as a sign of 'dominance'.

"Fine" you've said. "Then maybe I'll meet you at the Base when we're back." You've glanced again over your Shoulder to face Ghost.

Ghost glanced at the Man, then to you. He was still annoyed that you would even consider giving the Man a Chance, but if that Guy was willing to try and earn the Chance then he was going to try just as hard to beat him.

When you glanced back to him he was looking at you with a smug smirk on his Face, "bet I can get you first."

"Well, than you have to be fast, it's about 1 Hour until we're back at the Base." You've raised an Eyebrow.

He smirked, *this Girl is gonna give him hell*, he wanted to have you right now but he knew he shouldn't push his Luck.

"One Hour? I could get you within 5 Minutes." He teased, trying to make you doubt the other Guy.

"Ha, well then, try your Luck Soldier." You smirked at him, laughing quite a bit.

He smirked back, not wanting to lose this Challenge that was now put in place. The Guy was trying his best to catch your attention with his Muscles and Arrogance but you were clearly not interested.

Ghost turned his Head to the other Man "Oh don't be so confident, I could get her in Seconds if I wanted."

The tall male laughed at him then turned to you „Oh we'll see about that." he smirked smugly, the ego on this Guy was unbelievable. He had the confidence as if he already had you in the Bag.

"Oh Lord" you sighed to yourself.

"None of you both has a Chance right now you Idiots, you have to prove that you are worthy of this fucking Chance to date me."

The Man smirked and laughed in arrogance, "why don't you drop this little challenge and just pick me right now?" He asked, he sounded as he knew he was gonna win you over already.

"You seem really confident about yourself, do you?" you asked the Man, leaning little forward, but still settled on Ghost's Lap.

The Man glanced at Ghost for a Moment before responding to you, "of course I am! You can tell by my Body and Muscles, I'm a powerful Man, you would me as your Boyfriend over him" he glanced at Ghost, "he doesn't have nearly as much muscle as me, I'm the obvious Choice."

"Oh, so you think u would fall for you just because of your Muscles?" You mock him in a seductive way.

The Man smirked, "oh please, with Muscles like these any Woman would fall for me. It's been proven many timea before." he flexed his Arms for effect.

"Hmmmm, yes, show me your Muscles big Boy." You've said flirty but with a hint of sarcasm.

His Ego was inflated immediately, he thought you were actually serious and took the Challenge. He stared flexing his Bicep "see this? That's just my Arm, you would want this over Ghost's little physique. But let me show you my other set of Muscles." He started to take off his Shirt. The Men in the Truck whistled as they waited for your approval.

"Uuuh what a big Boy you are. With such a fucking big Ego" you've said while you rolled your Eyes. "You proved me at this Moment that you don't deserve this Chance. Sorry."

The Man looked shocked, he was humiliated. He couldn't believe you denied him a Chance, he was absolutely sure that he would win you over.

The other Guys laughed a little, most of them were on Ghost's side, they didn't really like this Guy's arrogant attitude either. They didn't mind seeing him get put in Place.

Ghost smirked slightly, he was enjoying seeing this Man's ego get torn into shreds.

The Man cleared his throat, his Face red with anger and embarrassment, "oh come on, I-I didn't even get a Chance to show you my best Msucles"

"Sweety, let me tell you something since you're not that clever. Muscles are not everything to impress a Woman you know?" You've said.

Ghost couldn't help but chuckle at his Reaction. He was a Muscle Head, and thought it would guarantee him a Girl.

The Man's Face was still red with anger and embarrassment. "So? I have a nice Body, aren't you impressed by that?"

"No. No not really. Sorry." You've said.

He started to get mad, he couldn't believe you weren't impressed. He was convinced that you would be drooling over him.

"What kinda Girl doesn't like big strong Men?!" He almost yelled the last Part, wich made the other men in the Truck laugh again.

"Uhm, independent Woman. Woman who know their worth. Woman who don't let themselves get fooled by Men like you with an Ego as big as the Eifel Tower."

He scoffed, you really hurt his Ego.

"Who do you think you are? You're just a Girl, I could have you any Second if I want."

"Obviously you can not."

His jaw clenched as he narrowed his Eyes at you, he hated the Fact that you were standing up to him like this. He hated the Fact that you were getting under his Skin. He was used to Woman drooling for him, but you clearly weren't.

"Give me a Chance to prove to you how much I want you." he yelled, he sounded desperate.

"Ooh, someone's desperate to get a Chance. What do you mean Guys" you ask all the other Men "should I give him a Chance?".

The Men all gave a resounding "No" in unison, you could tell they were all on your Side.

The tall Man cleared his throat once again, this time it had a hint of desperation in his Voice.

"Please.."

"Uuuh I like this one. Say it again that sounded good."

The Man was getting more and more desperate with each Moment, his Ego was bruised that he couldn't find the right Words to say to you.

"Please.. just one Chance.." he said with desperation.

"Mhmmmm that's Music to my Ears."

The Men in the Truck all laughed, this was truly pathetic to watch.

"Please.." his Voice was practically begging, he must really want you bad.

"Beg me" you frowned.

He was so desperate that he would actually do it.

"P-please... I'm begging you to give me a Chance, I'll do anything."

"Oh Honey, don't say such things, that's really dangerous." you've said almost arrogant.

His confidence was completely diminished. He had really thought he had a Chance to win over you. You basically shattered his Ego completely.

"I'll do anyyyythiing..." he said in a taunting tone, "please.".

"You would do anything? Just to get a fucking Chance with me? How needy and desperate are you?"

The Man's Face turned red again, he didn't know what to say to this, you really put this Man in Place.

"Y-yes.." he was still begging, "I'd literally do anything for you to give me just one Chance."

"Get down on your fucking knees and beg me, beg me harder." You commanded.

The Man's Ego was completely demolished, Ghost was even shocked to see this.

He clenched his teeth before getting down on his Knees, he looked like he was in Pain, "p-please.. I'll do anything you want.." he begged, it was getting quite pathetic at this stage.

"Mhmmm, I love my Men submissive. Maybe I'll give you a Chance to go in a Date with me, but don't you even dare to think about being so arrogant like before."

Ghost was watching this whole Scene, he was both shocked and interested. It was obvious to him that you got under Guy's Skin like none other.

Your Words caused the tall Man to nod and beg even more passionately, "y-yes ma'am. I'll do whatever you say. I promise I won't act arrogant and I'll do whatever you like."

"Sit back in your Seat and shut up! I want to enjoy my Ride in silence while I think about if I really go in a date with you or not."

The Man immediately sat back down and kept quiet. He couldn't help but feel humiliated that he was made to get on his Knees and beg for a Chance. He was absolutely desperate, not only was Ghost impressed but so was everyone else in the Truck. You made him look like a fool.

You lean back against Ghost's Chest since you were still sitting in his Lap.

"So, you still think you can have me whenever you want?" you ask Ghost slightly arrogant but still in a normal tone.

Ghost was just as cocky as you were.

He shifted his Body so he's a bit more comfortable, he was going to make a bet with you.

"Hm, bet I can get you before we get to the Base." He said teasingly.

"Hmm, you seem pretty confident, look at this Guy I've made begging, he was as confident as you, so.. deal." you grinned.

He laughed slightly, but he liked how you put this Guy in Place, it was funny to see him beg like this.

"That's what I thought, give me 30 Minutes and I'll prove my point."

Your acceptance of the bet made him slightly happy, he couldn't help but feel cocky.

"Alright, you've got 30 Minutes from now on. Let's see what you got."

You had just agreed with this Challenge, he was eager to show you how quickly he could get you, the other Men watched nervously, they couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"You're on" he smirked, he was ready to prove himself to you.

"Clock's ticking Soldier." You've said mockingly.

He chuckled quietly, his confidence growing by the Moment.

"Dou you see how confident I am? This won't take me longer that 15 Minutes." he smirked as he spoke, it was a bit of a bold claim to make, but he was willing to prove it.

"Is that so? And what's your Plan to get me?" You let your Hands slide over his Chest, applying just so much pressure that he can feel it through his Gear.

His Body tensed up as your Hands slid over his Chest, he could feel the pressure but did not dare to flinch.

He kept his confidence as he spoke, and he kept his Eyes locked on yours.

"Are you interested in finding out?"

"Maybe. I want to see the confidence of yours shutter like the big Guy's did."

His Face turned slightly red, he noticed the slight flirty tone in your Voice. He was a bit surprised that you were responding to him like this, it was obvious you were enjoying this.

He smirked, his confidence only growing.

"What if I do get you? You promise to go on a Date with me?"

"If you made me fall for you within this 30 Minutes then I promise I'll go on a Date with you."

The Men in the Truck laughed, most of them thought this was all a big Joke.

He took a deep breath, this was his Chance to prove himself. He had 30 Minutes to get you in his Arms, he had to play his Cards right and not mess up.

He grinned slightly, he had to remain confident and not show any signs of weakness.

"I'll get you, I guarantee it."

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

The others started to get louder, they seemed excited to see this bet play out.

Ghost grinned, he was confident in his Skills to get a Woman, he just had to show you how good he really was.

*timeskip* (nothing special happened all this time)

The Truck finally arrived at the Base, the Men were cheering as they waited to see the outcome of the bet.

There were two Minutes left before the 30

Minutes mark was hit, it was a last Chance for Ghost to get you before Time ran out.

"Well, two Minutes left and nothing happened." you said.

The Guys were still cheering and making Jokes as they watched on, they were enjoying this bet.

Ghost was getting frustrated, he couldn't get you in his grasp in there last two Minutes.

He cleared his throat, "you realize you're making this too easy for me right? You're practically asking me to get you at this Point."

"You want me? Than come and get me already." you've said, almost whispering in his Ears, trying to make him desperate for you.

Ghost smiled, you were teasing him now, he could feel your breath on his Neck, he could almost smell the Perfume you were wearing.

His Jaw clenched, he wanted to lean closer to you, but he had to stay strong and not give in to his desires so quickly.

"Do you really want me to get you? I could make this so easy right now.."

"Well then do it already and stop talking around" you frowned.

He leaned in closer to you, his Body close to yours. You could just feel that he was dying to kiss you right now.

"I wanted you to really want it." he murmured in a quiet Voice, he could get you right now if he did want to, but he wanted to make you beg for it.

"I'm not begging for it if that's your Plan." You're leaning again close to his Ear and whisper a slightly "never" trying to make him as needy as possible.

Your Whisper in his Ears made him shudder, especially since you put that subtle Word in there as well. Your Words had Power over him, you were making him more desperate by the Second.

"Don't be so stubborn, just beg for it. You know you want it." he said.

You're still whispering in his Ear "you only got 1 Minute left, make me fall for you or watch me go in a Date with this big Guy over there." you made sure that Ghost can feel every breath you take against his Neck.

Your Words were working, he could feel how much you were toying with him. He started to tremble slightly, your Words were making his desires run wild.

Your whisper in his Ear, your warm breath on his Neck, your Body so close to him, this was working.

If he wanted you, he would have to make his Move, otherwise he would lose this bet.

"I could have you right now.." his Voice was low and shaky, his Face was turning red.

"But I want to know one thing.." he leaned closer to your Ear, you could barely make out his Words, they were muffled by his Face getting so close.

"Will you promise not to go on a Date with that Guy over there, even if so don't get you in Time?"

"Oh why should I? That Guy was so sweet and submissive that he begged me to go on a Date with him. And you? Well for now you did nothing to get me." You whispered back to him, let him lose more and more self control.

Ghost's Jaw was clenching, you were trying to make him jealous by bringing up this other Guy, you knew it would get to him.

"You..you're serious?" he sounded stunned, he could feel himself losing some of his confidence, which was what you wanted.

"I... I..." his mind was running out of Words, he needed to say something quick before you went with the other Guy.

"I am serious. 45 Seconds left. Now or never." you whispered.

Ghost's expression shifted, you were actually going to for that Guy after all. He had completely miscalculated how stubborn you could be.

He needed to act fast, he needed to get you.

He leaned in closer to you, his Face so close to yours.

"Please.. I need you..." he murmured, his Words coming out of desperation.

"What? That's all? That's all you got? Everyone could have come up with this. No, that's not gonna work." you look at him, surprised that he's coming up with something like this. His confidence was sooo big and thats all he got?

His confidence had fallen completely, he really thought he could just make you fall for him in Seconds. He had failed his Task, you were too stubborn.

A bit of rage started to show on his Face, he had lost his bet completely, and he couldn't stand it.

"Why... why are you being so damn stubborn?" he growled, his tone sounding frustrated.

"Because I'm no dumb little Girl falling for every Men's Bullshit they're talking, especially no 'I need you'."

He was getting really pissed off by this, his Ego couldn't deal with the Fact he was not able to get you so quickly, especially since you had been playing along with his flirting previously.

His teeth clenched as he spoke, he sounded absolutely furious.

"Fine. You win the damn bet, are you happy now?!"

"No, I'm not happy. Actually I think it's a little sad that you thought you can make me fall for you by just saying that 'you need me', you're a smart Man, I was hoping for more than this."

That's all you had said to him before you left the Truck since you already arrived at the Base. The other Men were already out of the Truck.

Ghost had lost the bet, he had failed all his attempts to get you to fall for him before the 30 Minute Limit ended.

He had underestimated you completely and was now paying the Price.

He sat in the Truck watching you walk to the Guy who had previously begged you for a Date, his Face was red and he was visibly pissed off.

You walked away with the Men who begged for the Date as you looked once back to Ghost who just sat there, before you left with the Guy.

After a few Hours you and the Guy came back to the Base after your Date.

You said him goodbye and left to your Room.

Ghost was still pissed about the bet, his Ego was shattered and he wasn't able to get you within 30

Minutes.

After a few Hours of being alone, he heard some Noise coming from your Room. He had heard you came back but he decided not to enter your Room.

Now he was deciding whether to knock on your Door, he was curious to know how the Date had actually gone...

After a few more Minutes he decided to go ahead and knock on your Door. He knocked politely on your Door three times before finally waiting for your response.

"Come in." you shout.

Ghost did as he was told and walked into your Room. He had no Idea what to expect, you had done surprisingly well on the Date with the other Guy.

He stepped inside your Room quietly, unsure of what to say at this Point as he closed the Door behind him.

"Oh, I didn't expected you to show up again. What do you want?" you ask while you're approaching him slowly.

"You want to know how the Date with this big Guy went, huh?"

He looked slightly taken aback by the Fact that you were coming closer to him, he hadn't expect this either.

His Face turned red *was she trying to flirt with him right now?*

He took a deep breath before he replied.

"Yes, I am curious to know how the Date went. I honestly didn't expect him to.. do so well..." he mumbled, his tone implying that he was jealous of this Guy.

"Well..." you've said, now standing right in front of him, touching his Chest.

"... it went quite well I have to admit. He wasn't so confident after I made him so submissive in the Truck earlier."

Your Hands sliding over Ghost's Chest.

"He was soft, and gentle, and so sweet like a little Puppy." you whispered in his ear, your breath is brushing against his Skin.

Ghost haven't managed it to make you fall for him during your bet, so you want to make him fall for you now, to make him desperate and needy after you.

You were making him absolutely wild with your touch, his heartbeat was starting to speed up.

He couldn't help but let out the tiniest of sighs as your hands caressed his Chest.

He let you continue just to see how this would play out, he was enjoying this a bit too much.

Your Words about the other Guy were making him jealous, this was working exactly as you wanted.

He was becoming your little Toy.

"He didn't even flexed with his Muscles anymore like I've told him to.." you whisper while applying more pressure to your touch.

"Eventually he asked me for another Date" you breathed against his Neck, watching his Body tremble.

The more you applied pressure, the tighter he held his moans.

He was biting his lower Lip, his Heartbeat was faster than a Bullet being fired.

Every single Word you said about the other Guy had made him even more jealous.

He wanted to hear more, he needed to know how deep he had fell for you.

He nodded as a response, he was too lost in pleasure to even speak.

"Words Honey. Use your pretty Mouth." you whisper to him in an even more seductive Way.

His Mouth was dry, he could barely form a sentence right now.

Your Touch was so overpowering.

He had speak though, he needed to be able to say the Words to let you know, to prove to you that you got him.

He swallowed hard, he couldn't control himself anymore.

"P-please... I need you.." he whispered, his Voice laced with deep desire.

"Yeah, that's what you've said already." You said disappointed.

"Come on..."

You breathed against his Neck.

"You've got more than this. Show me how much you want me, how much you need me and my touch."

Your Words were making him go crazy, you were asking his desire to come out.

He took a deep breath, he knew what you were trying to do.

He needed to prove himself to you, but he couldn't say the obvious Words that you wanted to hear, he wanted to make this more challenging.

"I-I..." he tried to say something but he couldn't .

His breath was heavy, his Face red, he was struggling to stay strong but he was falling.

"Come on Baby, you were so confident earlier. Make me yours."

You've whispered in his Ear once again

"Or should I make you mine?"

You started to slowly kiss along his Neck.

A deep shiver ran down his spine, his breath went shallow, he was starting to lose it.

Your Words and your Kisses were becoming unbearable.

He let out a low moan, he was starting to get desperate for you, for your touch,for everything.

"Please..." he gasped, he couldn't hold himself back any longer, "make me yours..."

You faced him now, leaning in and stopping only a few Millimeters before his Lips "I know Honey, I already know."

He was utterly broken, he had lost all his pride, he was now willing to do just anything for you.

You had made him so defenseless and vulnerable.

"Please.." he said between heavy breaths, he was trying to get closer to your Lips but you kept backing away each time he did.

„Please let me kiss you.." he whispered, his voice sounding almost desperate.

„I love your begging, you should do this more often" you breathed out, finally moving so you actually kiss.

It was an explosive Moment as your Lips met.

His Body started to tremble slightly from the excitement of finally kissing you.

Your Touch and the Way you kissed him was almost addicting, he couldn't stop now.

He missed you with more intense, he wanted to show you that he was yours and that he belonged to you, he would do whatever you wanted.

The Kiss lasted for a few Minutes, his Body was still trembling under pleasure before you pulled away.

His heart was pounding so fast, he didn't want to stop the kiss but you finally pulled away.

His Body was trembling, he couldn't believe amount of pleasure he felt just from a kiss.

"Please... please more..." he pleaded panting, his eyes locked on yours, his face still red from how aroused he was.

"Oh Honey, are you that needy?" You asked softly.

Your words send him over the edge, he was that needy, he couldn't deny it.

"Please.." was all he could manage to say to you.

He wanted more, he needed more, you were driving him completely insane.

"Please what?" You teased him.

"I-I need more, please.." his Words are barely understandable at this point, he can't think straight anymore.

You have completely broken him, he's become so submissive and needy, he can't fight it anymore.

"There is just one more thing before I'll give you everything you're begging for"

"Please, anything..." he was willing to do absolutely any for you now.

He couldn't think straight anymore, you could tell how desperate he was just by his tone.

"You will be mine, and mine alone, do you understand that?" You ask him, waiting for his response.

He nodded as quickly as he could, he couldn't believe how submissive this whole thing had turned him out. He was so desperate for your touch that he would agree to literally anything.

"Yes..." he said between heavy breaths, his eyes locked on yours.

"Good, now come to bed with me" you turned off the lights as you lead him to your bed.

He followed you blindly, he didn't care about anything anymore. All he wanted now was you, he was so tired of being so tough and cold.

You had taken him, in just a few hours you broke his ego and made him completely submit to you.

He felt more vulnerable than he has felt in years, he was almost a totally different person now, completely under your control.

You've stopped right before your bed as you command him "strip off your clothes"

He obeyed instantly without even a question. His attitude from before was completely gone, he was now an obedient, submissive toy for you to use.

He started tearing his clothes off as fast as he could, his excitement was through the roof right now.

As soon as he was completely naked you've said "come in".

He got into the bed with you, his Heart staring to race again.

When he had been completely stripped he became completely exposed, his body was a mix of excitement mixed with vulnerability.

He looked at you from his own side of the bed, he was waiting for you to make the next move.

"Can I touch you?" You breathed out softly.

You just want to touch him if he gives you his consent.

He nodded as fast as he could, he didn't want anything more than to feel your touch in his body again.

He was still on the edge, he was so aroused he wouldn't be able to last another moment if you would decide to tease him more.

"Words Baby, use words please. I need your consent otherwise I will not touch you." You command him.

He was desperate to feel your touch, the tension in his body was slowly increasing.

"Please touch me.." he mumbled, he sounded absolutely desperate at this point.

As soon as he pleased to touch him you leaned over him, kissing him a few times, kissing his neck and going down with kisses to his chest.

He let out a quiet moan when you kissed his Neck, he was now utterly weak.

His Body had already been so aroused before, now you were using this to your advantage and it was working perfectly.

He couldn't stop himself from letting out more moans as you continued to give him little kisses, he was struggling to stay quiet at this point.

"Enjoying my little kisses?" you ask in between your kisses while your breath brushes against his Skin as you kiss down his stomach, reaching slowly his already hard member.

He wasn't able to reply, you were turning him into a complete mess.

You could feel his heart beating extremely fast now, his breathing becomes shallow.

As soon as you reached his dick he let out a loud moan, this was too much for him.

"Do you want me to stop?" you breathed against him.

"N-n-no..." he mumbled, even the slightest touch from you was incredibly arousing to him.

He tried to keep himself from moaning but he just couldn't hold back anymore.

You smiled slightly as you've heard his response, you licked his Dick, soft at first but then with more pressure.

He was struggling to stay calm and quiet, it was too much for him to bear.

He was losing it.

He was about to just let it out when he felt your tongue against his dick.

"Not yet honey, hold on a little longer." you've said.

He tried his hardest to hold it back, he never though that he could even reach this level of arousal.

He was in the edge, but he was trying his best to be strong, trying to hold it in.

You took his whole dick in your mouth, playing with your tongue around the tip.

You want to see how long he can really hold it.

The moans were slowly getting louder, he was struggling so hard to hold it in but it was just getting too much for him.

He was so incredibly sensitive now, he could feel you all over his Body, every bit of Skin was sending pleasure through his System, it was driving him crazy.

"You want to release it?"

You almost moaned, hoping that would send him over the edge.

"Yes..." he moaned out loud.

"Do it." you've said as you pushed his dick down your throat, feeling how he released himself, you swallow every single drop.

He was finally completely broken.

You let go of him after he finished, kissing him back up.

"How was this?" You ask him, laying down next to him.

He was completely exhausted but he enjoyed every second of it. He couldn't stop thinking about how you managed to make him behave this way.

He was completely defenseless around you, you could do whatever you want with him and he would enjoy every moment.

"It was amazing." He breathed, he couldn't even imagine doing this with anyone else, the feeling of being submissive was something he had never experienced in his Life.

"Good." You've said.

You look at him, leaning in as you caressed his Cheek, your voice is now low but still in an seductive way "if you're a good Boy, you will have this over and over again."

He let out a deep sigh, it just sounded so good when you spoke like that.

He nodded without even thinking about it, he couldn't disagree with your terms.

You were now in control of all of this.

"I'm a good Boy, please make me yours" he mumbled, his breathing is almost completely calmed down.

"You are already mine Honey." you whisper in his ear.

"And I'll show everyone that you belong to me."

He was instantly aroused at the thought of being your pet, you were making him such a good boy for you.

"Yes I'm yours. I'll be yours as long as you want me to be."

"I want to keep you forever." You whisper.

"But for now, I want you to sleep, you need to rest now a little." You said while you kiss him.

He nodded again as soon as you said this.

He was extremely happy that you wanted to keep him forever, he would never want another Master.

"Good Night Love." You've said while you pulled him closer to you.

He cuddled instantly up to you, and after a few Minutes he drifted into sleep.

~End?!~

#simon ghost riley #simom riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #call of duty #call of duty smut #subby boys #subby men #subby thoughts #text #writing #writers on tumblr #wattpad #ghost cod #cod x reader #cod smut

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chaifootsteps · 4 months ago

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I’ve heard this a lot from the fandom after apology tour

“Blitzø and stolas were both so protective of each other at the party even though they were fighting, shows how in love they really are”

I thought so many people said it so it must be true. I rewatched the episode and—Did I miss something? Gen question. Stolas was horrible to him. He smirked at the idea of blitzø getting “fucking murdered”shoved a sheet in his face, into a corner, yelled at him openly and told him to go home, then slobbered all over someone else. And blitzø said he’s never seen stolas so drunk, realising he’s an alcoholic. Blitzø self deprecates heavily to build stolas up so he stops crying. Then Stolas finds some other object to flatter him. Some fans even said “Notice how they both drink heavily and throw themselves at other men when they fight, they were made for each other!”

Are we….romanticising being an alcoholic now? They trigger each others alcoholism so…they should be together?

Remember in Bojack, when he and Diane were alone in each others houses, after Cordovia and post fracking incident, all they did was isolate, drink, skip work, bemoan how pointless life is and encourage each other to wallow and be more depressed. That’s how I see these guys future relationship. It also says a lot to me that when they were on that “””date””” stolas’ first suggestion was to get extremely drunk on wine red and white, and champagne. After they become “canon” Octavia leaves and stolas moves in (under duress) he’s just going to drink the whole time. And poor Loona will have to take care of both of them when drink.

It sort of looks from leaks that the message was “be careful what you wish for” and that running off with his childhood fantasy means losing Via. Theres a shot where Octavia disappears behind ice, leaving stolas reflection, then he collapses and we see Blitzs face. As if asking Stolas "was it worth it?" That could be brilliant if the message was "dont betray the people who already love you to chase after someone else's love"

I sent a similar anon a while back with the suggestion of replacing the anti depressants Via shoves in his hand with the imp doll in his portrait symbolising Blitzo. A lifeless smiling bed companion in a silly bowtie. That makes Octavias line "have a great fucking life with him, dad." more impactful. As if saying "if youd rather stay being a child playing with your little toys than be my dad with me as the child, fine. Go do that."

Sometimes it genuinely does seem like these people are watching a completely different show, or maybe blacking out and making up a different show.

If I shipped Stolitz -- and I used too -- I would have been horrified at Apology Tour, and a lot of people were. Here are two characters you want to see in a loving relationship that improves both their lives, are promised it's coming, and all they do is scream, shit-talk one another, drink heavily, throw themselves at other people, and talk about how miserable they make each other.

I think even comparing them to BoJack and Diane's relationship is giving them too much credit, because BoJack and Diane had fun and cared about each other's well-being somewhat. I see together Stolas and Blitzo as this, but not funny.

youtube

#Anonymous #viv stuff #actual blog post #stolitz critical #apology tour #video reply

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birkinist · 6 months ago

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i have only been consuming jesse spencer media for the last few days. here is me, ranking from 1-16 every movie/show he has been in.

this does not include:

- any theatre he has ever made

- the script & queer fish (couldnt find them to watch)

- voice acting (will do a separate one for that thing)

16th:

blue heelers — lee cruickshank

minor role only. show wasn’t particularly interesting either and to be completely honest i don’t even recall seeing him once

15th:

skum rocks! — david lockhart

another minor role. also a documentary and those are not my favorite

14th:

tell-tale — lover

minor role pt. 3

13th:

time trax — young billy

felt like i was watching cp when this came on. plot is interesting but there is no good reason for having a 15 year old naked half of the time and a goofy voice.

12th:

winning london — lord james browning jr

i didn’t enjoy this solely because it’s based around chasing british boys 😭 not my type of movie

11th:

lorna doone — marwood

slight minor role but he does fine to be fair. doesn’t appear much neither is importantly and the show is boring to be honest

10th:

neighbours — bill kennedy

classic 👍

9th:

curse of the talisman — jeremy campbell

this was cute, even though it does not have great quality i liked jesses role in this

8th:

chicago fire; etc — matthew cassey

i absolutely despise this show but i gotta give it props for how much jesse appears in it

7th:

this girl is in trouble — nicholas feinstein

it was okay. i like his acting here mostly but the movie isn’t very great

6th:

uptown girls — neal fox

having him compared to morrissey is the funniest shit ever. props for this

5th:

stranded — fritz robinson

i would probably like this movie more if i didnt watch it in 360p

4th:

swimming upstream — tony figleton

really REALLY well produced movie and great acting from him. absolute banger sortof shit youd see winning an award

3rd:

flourish — eddie gator

absolute masterpiece, although i think people dont get it. having him be delirious and american will be hilarious forever

2nd:

death in holy orders — raphael arbuthnot

crazy queerbaiting between him and peter. literal religious yaoi. jesse so pretty and gay he acted out a role in which the character is described as pretty and appealing to men three different paragraphs (book).

1st:

house md — robert chase

cant complain about eight seasons straight of jesse. first media i watched from him too so it will always have a special place in my heart.

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of course i could go into detail but i dont really think none of you wanna see me talk about that. besides movies i consumed an insane amount of interviews and info about him. call me the #1 jesse spencer fan (he would hate me)

#jesse spencer #robert chase #house md #death in holy orders #flourish #too many things

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rougesdelight · 11 days ago

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I wish hotd would just drop this "wish I were a man" thing. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE powerful historical women and I eat up "I'm never going to be a son" but it's so overdone in the show and so superficial. Does Rhaenyra need to say it every season? Does she need to express how much she wants to be like Visenya (who is constantly mischaracterised by the fandom) and have a sword? I feel like they totally missed the mark with her. It's just not Rhaenyra. She can express the frustration of not being taken seriously, of not being given the same freedom or respect without saying she wants to be a knight and ride into battle or wield a sword. Then she basically put the burden of being a mother on 14 year old Rhaena and told Jace she wishes not be seen as a woman or a mother because she needs to be seen as a ruler. Maybe this is too "modern" of me but I feel like book!Rhaenyra would know that she can be all of those things at once and that her reign will prove that to everyone else. "They will see me as a ruler, and my symbols of authority won't be jewels and gowns but the shield and sword" I wouldn't want my authority to be remembered by those ugly ass potato sacks and nonexistent jewels either

sorry for answering so late! you do have a point in everything. i find it weird how they made a woman who was confident in herself, felt proud to be woman, was a great mother and wife (for daemon at least lol) into this creature who has to be insecure, talks about wanting to be a son (which makes no sense since she was always favored by her father, even if he had sons), blames her own son for his death, talks about not wanting to be a mother or whatever so she could rule, etc. its like woman needs to strip herself away from everything, her whole identity, so she could be a ruler and its such a disservice to rhaenyra who, even if she was constantly shamed, was a great mother and wife and very feminine and proud in her womanhood (and she was when you analyse her actions). and im not saying its unrealistic, its just not the point of rhaenyras character. why make confident and strong woman into this whiny character who never takes blame for her actions and who talks about peace with enemies who have killed her son? and i know what writers tried to achieve. they wanted to be woke so badly, to make this story about women having struggles because all men are bad, that they ended up being misogynistic. was it really hard to follow the book or understand the point of rhaenyra?

and can we please drop visenya comparison, like I've seen deranged show stans compare rhaenyra to visenya just bc rhaenyra idolized her. rhaenyra idolized visenya for being a woman and still having influence on people, visenya had whatever she wanted and was respected so no wonder rhaenyra idolized her.

and what shield and sword lol, she was not a warrior, if she wanted to be one, no one could have stopped her. rhaenyra loved pretty gowns and jewellery and i dont see whats so bad about it, my sis was rich and gorgeous and took care of herself! george made her imperfect for a reason, because for her one imperfection, aegon had ten and his people still wanted him to rule.

this got too long, im sorry for that🫶 i just get too heated about this 😅

#anti hotd #anti show rhaenyra

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seonghwacore · 3 months ago

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hello! I saw we are talking about kq and their rushed schedule for ateez and well if that isn't something I always want to rant (a bit) about. I have to admit though I've never been much into the lore. My first cb with them was fever pt 2, so I can't comment on things before then, but somehow it felt to me like they were putting quality over quantity then? ESPECIALLY compared to the work/golden hour 1 cb. I'm sorry but that was so rushed and kinda generic, the concept pics had nothing to do with the mv, the mv was fun but extremely random after the vibe the concept pics set, the outfits were generic, the background even more so, and why were there 27 pic per member. Fireworks had 1 pic per member per version (minus diary), and I'm biased bc it was my first cb and arguably the best hwa concept pic ever to be released, but that had IMPACT. It felt like they had a vision and then that was more than "hot men in suits/slutty clothes". and then the promo shows, I don't think they recycled an outfit even once, and overall it just seemed like everything had a bit more time to breathe? Pretty sure salary lupin was on at the time, but not 5000 other things all ot once. Sure covid was still a thing then, but why do they need a tour, a Korean cb, a Japanese cb, some random collab, and god knows what other things all at the same time? that's too much for them, but also for us as fans. Sorry I really disliked the work comeback because of everything that wasn't the music or ateez themselves and I really fucking hope that was a one off thing, and didn't set the standard for future cbs

HI FIO! forgive me for the super late reply 😭 i actually read briefly your msg and decided that this topic required more attention bcs i did have a super serious, lengthy talk with an atiny bff abt atz's creative direction lately and we shared the same idea. i just dont want to respond to your rant halfheartedly, thus.

And with the sneak peek of the next cb, I HIGHKEY THINK your little rant, just, hits too close to home 😔

OKAY, WHEW this gon be long. personally, what you felt about work cb (and the chilling, ominous vision of the future cbs' direction) is super valid. i feel the same thing too, except you're also very detail abt their outfits and concepts. sometimes i question myself if im being... too annoying about their music, esp work cb.

there's a reason i stop commenting [on their music] and it's bcs i don't want to appear... know-it-all, annoying, or other adjectives associated with these words. i got into the fandom just last year, i cant really say much, knowing im also not a certified music critic. but also i've been listening to them "blindly" since answer til halazia until i officially jumped in so, do i or do i not have the capacity to throw my opinion like this 😂

and even without looking at their visuals, to me, their music quality was already proven undoubtedly top notch, unique, quite ahead of their, well, competitors. had a little difficulty digesting the batshit futuristic instruments going behind their vocals at first (and the freaking remixes asksjkf) but overall, their songs always sound like they're crafted with heart and passion for the lore. for the journey. and im glad that they're not a headless worm going just anywhere with their music. or even worse, to achieve tiktok success. just like.... most artists... in the industry all over the world.

i think because i found them at the time i lost myself the most and their lore and storytelling have a certain goal to achieve. even if it's breaking the norms, even if you have to believe in yourself. i think i become so attached with the kids bcs of their bold music and even bolder message. you know,,, the psychological connection in this paragraph.

so, when they keep insisting that working during holidays are their choice, i just, sigh. knowing that a lot of fans would still defend them (esp twttiny bcs they always seem excited for the boys which is good but girlypops u dont have to gaslight urself if ur not liking it now). i dont even want to sugarcoat this anymore im worried that this is not a matter of "being genius creative tanks" but the need to be able to stay afloat in the trend, in the industry, cus theyre coming fr a relatively small company. and im really not sure how to feel abt that crying laughing rn. im worried theyre exhausted, not physically but their inspiration well.

i really wish they could engage in some other activity, or at least, brought wanteez back as the easy days. they dont have to be an all rounder really. just have fun in more original contents ig. not gonna touch the fashion weeks thingy cus im the least fashionable person in the clerb 😂

on the other side, foolish me to believe strongly and tell myself that kq would follow the lore, put the lore as the backbone of their creative direction for their music and expand from there. anything. music, short movies, random clips, visual diary, whatev. i didnt realize, they have the authority to bend the lore itself. like... what happened to, not sure, thunder, or halateez, in the latest diary log. if u felt that work was rushed, i agree. i am still confused til now tho i accepted that cb p well aljdlasjda

but yeah, i think i will stop expecting from now on and just listen. im too tired to analyze the lore, too tired to criticize and/or sugarcoat my opinion. if i like it, then i like it, if i don't then i don't. im open to discussion but i will definitely refrain from commenting. don't wanna spoil other people's fun ofc ofc. but this one we share fio, yeah i think i need to let out a little 😂 sorry this is getting a bit out of control fio. But like you said, hope that this is a one off thing too.

last but most importantly, i hope that you're doing great now, with whatever that's going on in your life. tis getting colder these days so take care, bestie 💚💚💚

#ask inc.#from: fio #<3

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salarta · 9 months ago

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hi hi!

is it just me or have i just grown bored of the new x-men 97 show? its just the same all over again with the 90s cartoon, just a few elements changed and ANNOYING cameos. like ffs these cameos are such beloved characters and they sideline them so much.

im a huge polaris fan and the injustice she gets done in TV is just idk-

i dont want lorna to be treated as a side character anymore, she deserves to be a main character for once, especially in the mcu. Its so hard finding people out there who like lorna. they always ask "who is that?“ "oh is that the green wanda?“ or something like that.

in wolverine and the x-men she was just potrayed as this naive little girl. and just deserved so much more screentime.

currently just disliking how they choose to ignore lorna as if she isnt a big part of magnetos story.

Thats all, i would love to hear your thoughts on this <33

I'm responding to your inbox as I read it, so I might say something and then find out you talked about it or it doesn't apply when I get to the next part.

Honestly, I have enough experience now with Marvelthink (since 2009) that I know when they're hyping up a 90s connection like this, it means it's going to be mired in too much nostalgia. So I didn't plan on watching X-Men 97 even before it was announced. That doesn't mean they couldn't have swayed me to change my mind and watch it - I originally avoided Wolverine and the X-Men for overemphasizing Wolverine but came around to it because of good work for Lorna - but I expected bad things and they've proven me right so far.

Lorna's in a better position overall today than she was when I found out about her. It might not seem like it, but more people do know she exists. And before Wanda became more popular and gained more awareness, the more common derogatory comparison was "Magneto with boobs."

I was alright with WatXM. Mainly because a) it was an AU version of her that was younger (I think even younger than when she was introduced in the comics), and b) it hit on the most important character moments and developments for her. She was part of Genosha, she's a survivor of the genocide, she's also Magneto's daughter alongside the twins, etc. I feel she would've had really good development in the seasons to follow if they had happened.

Comparing that to X-Men 97, which is so obsessed with nostalgia and regressive attitudes (even while claiming the mantle of progressive) that they refuse to respect Lorna's character and development beyond that framework. Beau DeMayo and his people on the show made it very clear that they see Lorna primarily as a supporting character for Havok on X-Factor. Which is quite frankly also mired in sexism even if they tell themselves they can't be sexist, "I treated this other female character well so I can't be sexist," etc.

Another person I chatted with elsewhere mentioned that since Beau DeMayo was fired before the cartoon started airing, maybe the new showrunner will fix the damage Beau did and do things right. It's a possibility, but I only see it really working out if the cartoon acknowledges Lorna as a survivor of the Genoshan genocide by middle of season 2 AND gives that story a lot more space than it would've had if they had simply acknowledged it in season 1. My comparison point is Barb from Stranger Things. The Stranger Things showrunners didn't realize how much people would care about Barb, and committed to giving her more respect in the second season.

Overall, I think X-Men 97 is run by people who have their heads stuck in the past, willing to exploit newer material like the Genoshan genocide to get more buzz but not actually respect its weight and dimensions in any truly substantial way.

Which, on that note, another common thing people often say to try to defend shit like what X-Men 97 pulled is to tell themselves and others that what was done in that depiction is the best it could've been done. The reality in cases like this is it could've been done a hell of a lot better, but being an uncritical fan puts blinders on a person. Don't wanna end up in a position where they have to critically think about the content beyond absorbing and loving it, don't have to understand why other people would have a problem with how things were done.

I think that's all I've got for now. Hopefully the new showrunner doesn't suck ass like Beau, and hopefully the MCU cares more about quality and care where Lorna can come into it than about feeding nostalgia boners of people who don't want to move past where their heads were at 30 years ago.

#x-men 97 #xmen 97 #polaris #lorna dane #x-men #xmen #marvel #beau demayo #genosha #genoshan genocide

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Saul Silva/Farah x Teen!reader - never lost hope

Hello! I have a request for Silva/Dowling xTeen Reader story. They had a child once and it disappeared (like Bloom was taken in the first world) and now they found R and bring back to Alfea, telling R the truth. I dont know if you want to write it. - Anon💜

They never lost hope, even after 17 years of having nothing, Saul and Farah never lost hope when it came to trying to find their child.

Sometimes it felt hopeless, and sometimes they were sure they were close, but they still held out hope that somewhere in the otherworld or the first world you were out there and you were safe.

After confirming you were in fact not in the otherworld, they turned their attention to the first world, reaching out to anyone from the other world who lived there, any specialists or fairies that were there to help them.

All they had was a digitally created imagine of what you would roughly look like now, and that was it.

Until a few months ago when someone had sent them a picture.

It took a few days to compare and confirm, but they were sure it was you, and they reached out to the local police for help.

It was a slow process, but it was a huge lead, one they hadn’t had for years since you were a baby.

But here you were, in a small town in Texas, growing up.

After emailing back and forth with your foster parents, they were finally invited to the home with police to monitor what was happening.

They weren’t sure if you knew or not, and as Farah and Saul were being escorted to your house in an unmarked car, the reality of the situation was starting to become clear.

“I’m sure it’s them.” Saul whispered.

“I know it is. It’s just if they’re willing to accept what’s really going on..” Farah whispered back.

Saul nodded his head because he knew she was right. If you refused to accept what was going on it would make everything a whole lot harder.

They pulled up into the driveway of a nice house where two men were waiting outside.

“James and Cody (L/N), (Y/N)s foster fathers.” The officer said.

The two nodded and climbed out of the car and walked over. The blonde male held out his hand.

“Saul and Farah I assume? I’m James.”

The black haired man held his hand out next.

“And I’m Cody, (Y/N) isn’t home right now so we can talk freely for a few hours.”

“Thank you so much for agreeing to this.” Farah sighed.

They were led inside and everyone sat down at the table and it was quiet for a moment.

“Oh we thought you might want to have this.” James said.

He got up and grabbed a binder and walked back over and handed it to them, showing them all the photos of you growing up in different places.

“(Y/N) was bounced about the system a little bit until they were 10, they’ve been with us since. We decided a few years later that we were going to wait until they were an adult to decide if they wanted to be adopted or try find well.. you two.”

They carried on talking and discussing your life, things that Saul and Farah had missed but were glad you could experience.

You saw the strange car in the driveway but you didn’t pay much attention to it as you barrelled through the front door, the Doberman behind you barking as he ran through too.

“Bodi dinner!” You yelled.

The dog barked and jumped up and down at the kitchen doorway.

You jogged through and grabbed his bowl to give him his dinner, and you held it up.

Bodi sat down and wagged his tail happily, waiting for you to place it down and walk away before he dived at it.

“(Y/N) can you come here please?” Kody called.

You mumbled out a reply around the apple you were eating and poked your head through the doorway, waving your hair.

Saul and Farah stared at you.

You were so grown up, just like the picture they had of you.

You walked in, leaning against the doorframe.

“And what have you been doing?” James chuckled.

He gestured for you to come over and he pulled a chair in front of him for you to sit down while you ate your apple and he picked things from your hair and shirt.

“Mr Riddon, needed help on the ranch, so I went to help, and I was climbing the haystack.” You beamed happily.

You looked at the officer standing in the back of the room.

“Hi officer Marks.”

“Hello (Y/N), been keeping out of trouble?” He smiled.

“I wanna say yes. But you’re here so yes?”

He laughed a little, shaking his head.

“Am not here for you kiddo don’t worry. Just here to talk to Kody and James.”

You turned to the new people in the room, and you smiled softly at them.

They couldn’t help but smile back at you.

“Hi I’m (Y/N).”

“Saul silva.”

“Farah Dowling.”

You nodded your head and stood up.

“It’s nice to meet ya!”

You headed back to the kitchen to bin your apple and wash your hands before making your way back over and you moved the chair to sit next to your foster dad.

Bodi came padding over, and he sat next to you, resting his head on your leg as he looked up at you.

“Who’s that?” Saul asked softly.

“This is Bodi. He’s two. I found him under the porch a year ago.”

You looked at your foster parents.

“What’s going on?”

They shared a look and sighed softly, reaching out to take your hands in theirs.

“(Y/N), these.. these are your biological parents. You were taken from the hospital a few days after you were born.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit as you looked at them.

“We understand you’re confused, but we have everything from police reports, posters, some photos. If you want to look through them before we carry on talking.” Farah asked.

You nodded and she handed them over and you sat on the floor to look over them all.

Bodi laid next to you, resting his head on your legs as you ran your fingers through his fur while you read over everything.

No one said anything, and you set the final paper down after an hour and looked up.

“So.. I was just.. taken..?” You asked quietly.

Saul got up and walked over, crouching down in front of you, but shuffled back when your dog got up and growled at him.

Placing a hand in Bodi’s back to make him stop, you looked at the man.

“We had gone home to get some rest, and the hospital never told us until we got there the next day. We’ve spent a little over 17 years looking for you.”

Farah nodded her head and placed her hand on Saul’s shoulder.

“We never gave up, every summer and every Christmas we’d come looking for you. We had friends looking for you as well, it’s how we found you, but we wanted to speak to your foster parents before coming out.”

“You knew I was here?”

“We only found out a few months ago. If James and Kody weren’t okay with us coming out we would have waited until you were an adult before getting in contact with you. We didn’t want to overstep our boundaries, and we don’t want to now. Everything is in your hands.” Saul explained.

You slowly nodded your head and stood up, patting your hand against your thigh.

“I.. I need to go..”

Before anyone could stop you, you and Bodi were gone out the front door and Saul sighed, hanging his head low and Farah took his hand in hers.

“Just give them some time, I’m sure they’ll come around. Do you two have a place to stay?” Kody asked.

“No, we weren’t sure if we were going to be staying or not.” Farah sighed.

“Y’all can stay here, we got a spare room.” James smiled.

They spoke about it for a few moments before agreeing.

It was summer, and they still had some time until they had to go back to the school, the Saul and Farah agreed to stay.

You didn’t stay inside for the next week, you were always out, and they were finding it hard to talk to them.

Sitting on the fence, you watched the horses in the background while Bodi laid in the shade of your shadow.

“You need to give them a chance, they ain’t bad people.” Kody sighed.

“I know Kody it’s just… my whole life I wondered what it would be like to meet them.. it made it a whole lot easier just thinking they gave me up..”

He nodded his head.

“I understand that kiddo, but they’re really trying. They wanna get to know you.”

You sighed.

“I know…”

Kody pat your back and walked away to leave you sitting there, and you carried on watching the horses.

You heard someone else approach.

“You know I have horses..” Saul said quietly.

“Can you ride?”

“I can.” He nodded.

You turned around on the fence, looking at him and Farah.

Bodi got up, stretching a little as he sat down to look up at you.

“Can you?”

“I can stay hanging on if that counts.” She smiled.

You shrugged a little and looked back at the horses.

“Y’all probably can’t ride properly. If it ain’t the country way it’s the wrong way.”

“The country way?” Farah asked.

“Get James or Kody to bring the truck to the gate, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

They smiled and walked back to the house and you pointed to the other side of the fence for Bodi to crawl under and sit there.

You let out a loud whistle and one of the horses snapped it’s head towards you before running over, slowly to a walk as it got closer.

Running your fingers over the head of the brown horse you touched your head against the animals.

“Good girl.” You whispered.

Climbing on her back, you gently wove your fingers through her mane and clicked your tongue and she started to walk.

Bodi happily followed along, and as you got closer to the gate, you tapped her side with your hand, leaning forward and she broke into a slow run as you lead her through the gate.

“Bodi car.”

The Doberman barked and jumped into the truck bed and you stood next to it.

“Ready?” James asked.

“You bet.” You grinned.

Kody jumped in the tuck bed with Farah and Saul.

“Let’s go!” Kody yelled.

The truck drove slowly away, and you waited before you clicked your tongue again, letting the horse walk on to the grass next to the road.

Once she was on it you leant forward and tapped her side again, and she started to run.

You quickly caught up to the truck, and you cheered as you threw your hands into the air.

“Yes!” You yelled.

Saul and Farah smiled and laughed as they looked at you, and Farah took a photo.

You looked at them both with a grin.

“Bet y’all can’t do this!”

“I bet I can!” Saul called back.

You hummed, nodding your head and you held the horses mane again as you reached over, holding your hand out to him.

“Feeling brave?” You snickered.

“Oh Jesus Saul don’t.” Farah warned.

Saul shuffled over, and he slowly crouched on the truck bed, and he reached out, taking your hand and he jumped over.

He was nearly thrown to the side, but you hauled him back up and he sat behind you.

“We do it all the time! She’s a rodeo horse! She’s used to it!” You yelled.

“What’s a rodeo?” Saul asked.

“There’s one this weekend I’ll take you both!”

And you did.

You took them both to the rodeo, explaining everything to them, showing them what it was and what people did.

“Have you ever done this before?” Farah asked you.

Leaning against the fence, you nodded your head.

“Yes ma’am. Last year in fact, lassoed my first calf here.”

“You.. what?” She asked confused.

You snickered a little, pulling out your phone to show them a photo.

It turned out a lot of stuff you did every summer they hadn’t ever done, so you took them to most of them, letting them experience then and as it grew to the end of the holidays you found yourself sat down at the table again.

“We won’t force you to come to Alfea if you don’t want to. But it is just a simple boarding school, you can come home on Christmas and during the summer.” Farah asked

“But again, it is completely up to you. We will have to give you a few tests to figure out who’s side of the school you would attend.” Saul nodded.

You nodded your head.

You looked towards James and Kody, and they held their hands up.

“This is your choice. But this will always be your home no matter what you choose.” Kody smiled.

You frowned a little as you thought about it.

Part of you wanted to stay, this was your home, you loved it here.

But the other part wanted to go, to get to know your parents and see how they lived and get to know them some more.

“What.. what about Bodi.. I can’t leave him..”

You looked at the dog laying at your feet.

“You can bring Bodi too. We wouldn’t let you come and not let him come.” Saul smiled.

“Okay.. I Uhm..”

You trailed off as you thought again.

“I.. I want to try it for a few months. But if I don’t like it I can come back here, right?”

“Of course. Of course you can.” Farah smiled softly.

You nodded and left the table and her and Saul stood up to hug on another.

It wasn’t you coming back to them permanently, but they couldn’t take you away from the life you loved so much.

But it was a step.

A step to them having their child back in their lives again

#fate the winx saga imagine #fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x reader #fate the winx saga x you #saul silva x reader #saul silva x you #saul silva imagine #saul silva #farah dowling x you #farah dowling x reader #farah dowling #farah Dowling imagine

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