#i'm having joseph flashbacks

[heavyhitterheaux]

Wife and Mother To Be

Synopsis: While you and Joe are shopping for a friend's baby shower, he has a realization about his future with you.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

Requested by @hoodharlow 😘💕

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Standing in the baby section of Target and holding up two different onesies to compare them, your phone started to vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. Placing one of them across your arm, you pulled your phone out to answer it and was greeted by a frantic boyfriend.

“Baby! Where did you run off to this time? You said we were coming in here for toothpaste and face masks. Next thing I know, I turn around and my girlfriend is missing! Are you at Starbucks again?! You ALWAYS do this when we come in here.” You heard your boyfriend say as you picked up and didn't wait for a proper greeting.

“You were literally standing there for fifteen minutes comparing different ones so I walked away. I'm in the baby section looking at clothes. And no, I already went to Starbucks and my drink is gone so I'll need to make another stop before we leave.”

“No, no, and no. I am literally taking you to lunch so no more stops and wait a minute, why are you in the baby section? Is there something you need to tell me?” Joe asked and you immediately rolled your eyes.

“For Gabby! Her baby shower is tomorrow, remember? Just come over here and help me pick things out for her.”

“Oh, right. Be right there, I'm walking over now.”

It was another two minutes when you saw Joe coming towards you and he greeted you by placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Wait a minute, why do you have a cart? We got a basket when we came in here. What did you plan on buying her? The entire section? Am I paying for this?”

“Joseph, will you relax!? I'm just getting her a few things and then we can go eat. Now what do you think about these?” You asked as you held up the same two onesies to show him.

“Hmm, what is she having again?” Joe asked as he was looking at both of them.

“A girl, Joe. Both of these are pink.”

“So? What's your point? I wear pink too.”

“But not something that says princess on it!” You responded to him as you laughed.

“At least not yet anyway and I like both of them.”

“Okay good. Both it is and I’m ignoring you.”

“I should ignore you for leaving me by myself.”

“Oh, that's right. I forgot that you need supervision all the time.”

“No, that's you. I'm a responsible adult. You're the one who comes in here for one thing when you tell me you'll be back in twenty minutes but an hour goes by and you're nowhere to be found.”

“And you use whatever I bring back home so you benefit from it so I don’t want to hear it.” You told him with a smirk and now it was Joe’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Come on and help me. Sooner we finish, the sooner we get food and go home.” You told him and he quickly agreed as he started browsing the baby toys.

Before you knew it, another thirty minutes had passed by and the two of you had a cart full of different things for Gabby. You were satisfied with how much you had gotten, but Joe was still browsing.

“Babe, come on. This should be enough.” You told him as you came up behind and wrapped your arms around him as he was now comparing two different diaper brands and you suddenly got a flashback to the toothpaste situation.

“You can never have enough diapers though, right?”

“Sweetheart, we got her four packs already.”

“Yeah, but are those really the best ones? I think that these might be better in case she has a blow out. My nephew did that to me and I still have PTSD. Therapy was needed after that.” Joe told you as he put the other diapers back and you couldn't help but to laugh.

“Not funny, babe. I didn't realize how much shit could come out of someone so little.”

“It is funny, Joseph and I wish I was there to be able to see your face when it happened.”

“Keep going and I'm not feeding you.” Joe told you as he put the diapers you had gotten in the cart back and replaced them with the brand that he wanted.

“But, I need energy in order to ride you later.” You replied and Joe immediately turned a bright shade of red as you began to laugh.

“BABE!”

“What? What'd I say?”

“You know what you said. Come on so we can go.”

Later on that night you were sitting on the middle of the floor in your shared bedroom with Joe when he walked in to see what you were doing.

“You run away from me in Target and at home. Did I do something?” Joe playfully asked as he sat across from you and began to help you wrap the gifts for Gabby.

“Nothing at all, Joey. Doing this so I can spend the rest of the night cuddling my amazing boyfriend whom I love to the moon and back.”

“Just the moon, not further?”

“Well we aren't going to the sun unless we want to burn to a crisp so yeah the moon.”

“I'll take it.”

You were folding the onesies when Joe was simply admiring you. Before he could stop himself, he blurted it out.

“When are we going to have one?” He asked and your mouth instantly hit the floor, but you tried to compose yourself.

“Um, have a what?” You asked clearly flustered and Joe simply laughed.

“You know what I mean.” Joe responded as he pulled you to sit in his lap as he kissed the top of your head while his arms wrapped around you.

“You want a baby? With me?” You asked with your voice dripping with uncertainty.

“I want everything with you. I thought that much was obvious. And not just one baby, multiple.” He answered and you turned around to look at him.

“You're serious?”

“I love you and I'm as serious as a heart attack.”

“Well you low key just gave me one.” You muttered against his chest and he laughed.

“Don't you want that with me?”

“Of course I do. I want nothing more than to make it a reality. I just didn't really know how to tell you or if you were ready. I mean you are literally at the peak of your career.”

“Baby, you can tell me anything and everything. You know that. And so what? If this is something that we both want, we're going to make it work.”

“You're not messing with me?”

“Now, why would I do that? I want to make you my wife too whenever that time comes. Mrs. Sheisty has a nice ring to it, don't you think?”

Now it was your turn to shy away and hide in his chest and all he did was laugh.

“In that case, I can't wait for you and our daughter to have matching pink outfits.”

“Oh, so you want a girl first?”

“Of course, girls run the world and she is going to have you wrapped around her little finger just like I do now.” You told him as you poked his nose.

“If that's the case, you want to get started? I heard that making the baby is the fun part.”

[theocddiaries]

Clark: Oh, my God! Bruce: What? Clark: Conner's adoption certificate. His name is Conner Kent Wayne. Bruce: Right. Clark: Not Kent-hyphen-Wayne, like it's supposed to be. First name, Conner. Middle name, Kent. Last name, Wayne. Bruce: Well, that can't be right. Clark: This is a legal document. He only has your last name. My name's just a middle name. Bruce: Stay calm. Don't get upset. Clark: Nobody knows anyone's middle name. Quick. What's my middle name? Bruce: Joseph. Clark: Of course you know mine. We're a couple. Bruce: This is obviously a mistake. Clark: …But you're the one who filled out this paperwork. You don't make mistakes like this. You correct mistakes like this. [Gasps]. You did this on purpose. Bruce: What? Clark: You buried my name so your name could have top billing. Bruce: No, I am not gonna sit here and listen to you accuse me of something so horrible. Clark: It makes so much sense now… why you wanted to fill out all these legal forms. Bruce: I fill out all the legal forms ever since you signed up for a 12-year gym membership. Clark: The more you spend, the more you save! [DOOR SLAMMING.] [MOMENTS LATER. CLARK GETS IN THE BEDROOM]. Clark: I just wanted to say I'm sorry for accusing you. Bruce: I did it. Clark: I knew it!! You two-faced-- Bruce: Let me explain. Clark: No! There- There is no explanation. There is just no excuse! …I just wanna know why! Bruce: Okay. You know how some women say they forget how painful childbirth was? Well, I-I think that you were forgetting how panicked you were when we were trying to adopt Conner. You were freaking out. Clark: ...I... I was not... [FLASHBACK]. Bruce: So… it says that we can put the mattress at one of three different levels. Which one should we do? Clark [Fighting with the mattress while trying to get it in the crib]. I don't know. Bruce: Well, just think about how far down he should be-- Clark: I don't know. [Throws mattress at Bruce]. I can't do this! [Screams and sprints out of the room] [Getting the baby's car seat ready]. Bruce: Okay. Oh, this latch system's great. What did people do before this? Clark: I don't know. Stop asking me questions. Bruce: Clark-- Clark: I can't do this. [Flies away] I can't! Bruce [Looks around and sighs in defeat].

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Light My Fire*

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Summary: Flashback. You and Joe are at LSU and so in love. Joe’s win of the National Title turns into a night you two will remember forever…

Warnings: smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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January 13, 2020

He did it. Joe fuckin’ did it.

After everything I’d watched Joe go through, from high school football to not starting at Ohio State to transferring, I got to witness Joe become a National Champion.

I'd never felt so proud of my boyfriend before, watching him hoist that trophy in the air as I cried in Robin’s arms.

“He did it!” - you cried

“He couldn't have done it without you sweetie. You're his everything.” - Robin

——

When Joe came to the family area, he first hugged his parents, him and his dad sharing such a sweet moment.

After their embrace ended, Joe turned to me, and in a matter of seconds, I was in his arms as he spun me around.

“I love you so much!” - Joe

“I love you more! You did it, Joey! I'm so proud of you.” - you

My words were mumbled as I was yelling them into his neck, but Joe understood every word.

“You know I couldn't have gotten this far without you? Thank you for everything, baby.” - Joe

“Thank you for letting me be a part of this journey. I'll follow you wherever you go.” - you

I pulled away and looked into his eyes, seeing that they were a little misty.

“I love you more than life, y/n.” - Joe

The embrace with Joe lasted longer than anticipated, like a whole five minutes, and I could sense eyes on us.

When I pulled away from Joe, Robin had a slight eyebrow-raised expression, wondering why Joe hugged me longer than her. She understood a little bit because she knew Joe saw his future in me.

“Hey, you're still spending the night with me, yeah?” - Joe

You'd be able to hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at his face like I was now.

“Yes. Why?” - you grinned

“I'm feeling some celebratory…” - Joe

My eyes went wide when Joe whispered the word sex.

“Joseph! Your parents are right behind us.” - you

Joe laughed at my worriedness and looked around to make sure his parents weren't watching us. The next thing I knew, Joe slipped his hands down to my ass and pressed his lips to mine.

When we broke apart, Joe licked his lips and showed me a devilish grin.

“You might wanna take a power nap when you get to my place, it's gonna be a looong night for you.” - Joe

Soon, Joe was walking away and back toward the locker room entrance, leaving me stunned.

——

I didn’t know how long I'd been asleep or the fact that I'd been asleep at all when Joe walked through his apartment door.

“There's my girl.” - Joe grinned

Joe dropped his bags and made his way over to the couch, quickly crawling on top of me with a smirk on his face.

“My national champion.” - you smirked

I watched Joe’s eyes turn dark as the nickname left my lips.

“Say it again.” - Joe

“My national champion.” - you

“Fuck.” - Joe grunted

He dropped his hips to where they were against mine and slowly started grinding himself into my hips.

“Wait-” - you

Joe immediately stopped.

“What?” - Joe

“Do you… have a cigar?” - you

“I got a whole pack of ‘em, why?” - Joe

“It sounds weird to admit out loud, but you looked so hot smoking it earlier.” - you

The smirk that formed on Joe’s lips was purely cocky.

“You want me to smoke one while we make love, huh baby?” - Joe

“Please, Joey.” - you

Joe nodded and crawled off of me. I watched him walk over to his bag and pull out a box of cigars. He sat them down on the kitchen table and quickly pulled all of his clothes off.

The sight of Joe putting the unlit cigar in his mouth while completely naked might be the hottest thing I've ever seen. With his perfect arms, torso, shoulders, thighs, and hard-awaiting length, my eyes didn't know where to look.

If I could grab my phone and take a picture of this sight, I would, but there were too many risks.

Joe laughed without even looking up at me.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” - Joe

Did he read my mind? What the hell?

Doing as Joe said, I picked up my phone off of the end table and snapped a picture.

“You're a work of art.” - you

“Thank you.” - Joe smiled

Joe walked back over to the couch and plopped down next to me, handing me the lighter in the process.

“Light it.” - Joe

“I- how?” - you

My brain was scattered just by the pure sight of Joe. He was like a drug.

Delicately, Joe reached out and grabbed my hand, directing it toward his throbbing cock. My pulse reacted when he spit into my hand and wrapped it around his length.

Next, Joe directed my other hand - the one holding the lighter - to the cigar held loosely between his lips.

“Atta girl.” - Joe

Now the cigar was lit, and Joe looked more perfect than ever.

“You know how to stroke a cock, baby. I don't gotta show you how to do that too, right?” - Joe

“N-no…” - you

“Then get to it.” - Joe

Feeling kinda awkward for some reason, I slowly started moving my hand. Joe seemed to appreciate it, though.

The look of Joe’s head thrown back with the cigar in his mouth had a gush of wetness seep into my panties.

“Oh god.” - Joe groaned

By now, I was feeling more confident and was able to stroke him faster.

“Use your mouth- please.” - Joe

His please came out as a whimper, and I gladly did as he said. Moving my head down to take Joe in my mouth, he was gone in just a matter of minutes.

“That was so good.” - Joe 

I was out of breath and already feeling pain in the back of my throat from Joe’s swollen cock hitting the back of it.

“You okay, beautiful?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

“You sure? Was I too rough?” - Joe

“No, you were perfect like always. I want you so bad.” - you

Within seconds, Joe was on top of me, his cigar only inches away from my face.

“God, I want inside you.” - Joe

“Please do.” - you

Joe didn't waste any time, and soon I was getting lost in the feel of his thick cock moving inside me.

“You feel so good- so fuckin’ wet.” - Joe

Nothing was better than this, being able to be so vulnerable with someone and yet feel so confident. Joe made me feel so many different feelings.

“You do- too. Joey.” - you moaned

Joe came first, which never happened. He was always making sure that I finished before him because my pleasure was the only thing on his mind. Tonight, though, was Joe’s night, and I was trying my hardest to make him feel like the champion he was.

Basking in the post-sex bliss, Joe lay on top of me, his head on my chest as my hand rubbed over his back.

“I'm so proud of you.” - you

“Thank you for always believing in me. Throughout high school, at Ohio State, and when I transferred. You were always there in the stands and on the sidelines. You've been one of the biggest reasons why I didn't give up. I know nothing I can say will show how appreciative I am, but just know I love you so fuckin’ much. More than the championship win.” - Joe

I ran my fingers through Joe’s hair and repeatedly kissed his forehead, my throat tightening and heart soaring at each word leaving his mouth.

“I've been there since the bleached blonde hair, seen you through two mullets, and I'll be there till you're fully grey or bald.” - you

“I hope I don't go bald, I'll get a toupée.” - Joe

Busting out laughing at his less-than-serious statement, Joe and I’s laughs joined together to make a beautiful soundtrack of the night.

At one point, Joe was almost asleep, but a knock on his apartment had us both wide-eyed in panic.

“Joey!” - Robin

“Your parents are here?!” - you whisper yelled

Joe jumped off of the couch and started putting his clothes back on, I ran into the bedroom when I heard keys jingling on the other side of the door.

“They're probably already sleeping. I forgot I had a key.” - Robin

Thankfully, I was in Joe’s bedroom with the door shut when Robin got the door open.

“Oh, hi son…” - Jimmy

“Hey guys! Didn't know you were coming…” - Joe

“Surprise! Where's y/n?” - Robin

“She's, uh… just got out of the shower.” - Joe

Jimmy laughed, and Joe looked at him with a narrowed eye look. His face saying, what are you laughing at?

“So you two were celebrating?” - Jimmy

“Uh… what do you mean?” - Joe

“Son, your shorts are on inside out and your shirts backward.” - Jimmy

My shoulders dropped in annoyance as I listened to the conversation from the bedroom. So much for not getting caught.

I facepalmed as Joe stuttered out an excuse, but Jimmy and Robin only laughed. If his parents didn't know we had sex before, they sure as hell do now.

Damn it, Joe!

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[bekaterrier]

It's that time of the week again! Happy Audio Drama Sunday! Still traveling so still listening to a bunch of different podcasts.

Residents of @proserpinapark Ep 37 - Devilish Lovers: A quick episode this week! It's interesting to hear about myths and mythical creatures that are so similar across different cultures. It was also good to get even the tiniest mention of the Park in NJ. Looking forward to everyone coming together at some point!

Give Me Away Episode 5 - My Body Is Your Body & Episode 6 - This Is My Home: Ep 4 ended on a cliffhanger so where do we start with ep 5? A flashback of course! It was actually so interesting hearing what had been going on since the beginning with so many of the people in Red Camp. Then in ep 6, finally getting to hear how Graham interacts with his new companion. The Innovator certainly seems like an interesting person, and I'm sure their dynamic will continue to evolve. All the while, Jamie is in the background sowing chaos!

@camlannpod Episode 6 - The Sheep And The Goats & Episode 7 - Under The Hill: All I'd heard about Camlann was its connection to Arthurian tales, so I was not expecting the shift to Greece. It was so good and interesting though! I don't know why, but I hadn't thought about what other stories would have come alive. It certainly makes you think about which other ones might be out there. As soon as Perry started talking about fairies I knew to expect some trickery! They were so adamant about Dai coming back (even though he was not storied) that it made me wonder... Then some of the hints from the fairies... All leading up to to that big reveal!! Ahh!!

@midnightburgr Welcome to the Horizon Part 6 - Back to the Black: I was giggling and kicking my feet for the first 20 minutes... Just let Verge and Deidre be happy!! It's always fun hearing Verge be a badass though. Poor Deidre, constant emotional whiplash over the course of just a few hours. Her whole world just turned upside down several times over. Aside: The music this episode was fantastic!

@starsfellradio S1 & S2 re-listen: When WTSF was releasing S3 last year, my brain would not cooperate and listen. With the traveling I've been doing recently and the burnout recovery, I've finally been able to get back into it! I, of course, had to re-listen to S1 & S2. It's so good. Ed and Lucy's growth and evolution together, the wild incidents that keep happening, the fantastic music that starts coming in during S2, Michael the archangel getting domesticated... Love it all.

Where The Stars Fell S3 Episodes 20 - 23 & Forgive Me! Crossover - Forgive Where the Stars Fell: The countdown to the rapture has started! The first four episodes of the season cover a lot - Ed learning about new abilities, Lucy finding Joseph's coat of many colours which hides her wings, slime mold comes to life, an unconventional evangelist comes to town, a body swap episode, the Dave Matthews Band incident, a chili cook-off, and a promposal! Gosh I love this town. I also wanted to shout out the crossover with Forgive Me! because it was such a fantastic, fascinating episode. We know Ed has been dealing with a lot since finding out she's the Antichrist, and this was such a great opportunity for her to really voice how's she's feeling about it all, especially the Big Guy.

Case Study: IREC-A59 Episode 5 - Contact *Terms and Conditions May Apply: We have contact! They can finally understand each other! And thanks to that, we're starting to get more info about both sides of this story. 13 other intelligent species; humans have developed warp travel! ; the captain is super protective; the council may not be letting the humans go anytime soon...

@starfallpod Act 1, Scene xiv: Hearing the bits of Mariette the Fourth adapted as Candyette the Fourth was fantastic. I would honestly love to see a full version of either performance! I love Fel and Leona together, but it's nice hearing Leona start to speak up for herself. And now we're off to solve a mystery! Who could have done it, I wonder...

[buffyfan145]

I got the first 2 episodes in of "Rings of Power" s2 and they were amazing!!! 😀 Worth waking up at 5 am to watch. LOL I still got ep 3 to watch and will this afternoon, but need to get my thoughts out here behind a cut, but so happy with s2 so far. Not tagging all the characters, as it seems to think too many is spam, so hopefully this goes in the tags and I talk about most.

First off, I loved seeing Sauron's backstory in ep 1!!! 😀 I mentioned before in my other posts that I'm a fan of Jack Lowden's and it was great getting to see him after the version Adar knew. I only expect Jack back in flashbacks if he's able, even more so seeing a new interview with Charlie this morning assuring fans that he won't be recast. The whole prologue explained so much about what happened with Adar, and then Sauron reforming eventually into Halbrand. Also confirmed he really was going to Númenor on his own, and his meeting with Galadriel really was by chance so those theories he planned it all along were wrong.

Charlie's doing amazing too both as Halbrand and now as Annatar. I loved all the shoutouts too to "The Silmarillion" and other 1st Age stories about him, including him being The Lord of the Werewolves and able to talk with that wolf. Then the Bible references as we knew about the Annatar transformation scene looking like Jesus and angel paintings, but also the "Let My People Go!" scene fit with Moses and especially the "Prince of Egypt" movie, which I love too. But also realized at times they way they're doing (and Tolkien wrote) Sauron rising from nothing to being aids to kings is so similar to the Bible story of Joseph, and the musical "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" (which my high school did an amazing version of that music my junior year of high school LOL). So I loved all of this and everything we saw with Celebrimbor in ep 2.

Then with Galadriel!!! 😀 OMG, first I have to mention about those Haladriel scenes!!! We knew the rings were going to connect them, as well as their mental bond in general, but now she's seeing visions and knows Sauron is in Eregion and saw him there. Plus, hearing him call her name in that vision, and confirming that she can read his mind, and him hers (as he knew the rings worked). Then the big one where Galadriel confessed to Elrond about how she feels about Halbrand/Sauron (and still used his Halbrand name) and it clearly was showing us that she fell in love with him by using that flashback to the "I felt it too" scene, and that's why everything that happened and being deceived hurt her so much. And Elrond knows now, which is why he and Gil Galad are being like that to her now as they don't trust her around Sauron anymore and think she'll turn. Loving that we're getting scenes about Haladriel even if they both are actually in the same place.

Then I loved the scene with the rings and showing they are good and worked to help restore the elves. Absolutely love Círdan too and being a mentor to Elrond. Him talking about more 1st Age characters and their flaws was great too. LOL

The storyline with The Stranger, Nori, and Poppy is great too. He's got to be Gandalf. I thought this the whole time but every scene I see of him just confirms it to me.

Pretty sure Ciarán Hinds' character is one of the Blue Wizards. The show did supposedly get the rights to use the Blue Wizards stories that Tolkien wrote in "Unfinished Tales" and one of the 2 Blues went evil in the 2nd Age in Rhûn, similar to how Saruman did in the 3rd Age. So I'm pretty sure that's what we're seeing him and that he found a cult with the Mystics.

Then loved seeing more with Durin, Disa, and the dwarves. It's setting up Sauron/Annatar giving them the 7 rings, and the making of the Doors of Durin too. Also very cool seeing Narvi too and the female dwarves having facial hair similar to more male elves having long hair (this didn't bother me like it did other fans but cool to see them add it). Though also really sad about the singing not working.

So now getting ready to watch ep 3 this afternoon and I saw from the description that it involves other characters we haven't seen yet from s1, and then I'll be caught up till ep 4 next week.

[nalyra-dreaming]

"Will this interview follow the format of the previous seasons, which featured Louis narrating flashbacks? Reid is eager to break form. “I’m not sure if you ever need to see any more narrators,” Reid says. “I just want to be in real time where all the vampires are living in the same time zone.” This kinda worries me. It makes it sounds there won't be many flashbacks. But how will they tell his backstory? If it's all in present time in verbal form or in the form of songs and music videos, I'll be disappointed. If they adapt the entire book into one season, and knowing that they're expanding the rockstar storyline, its all makes me think that Lestat's backstory will be in very compressed and maybe non-flashbacks form. Or maybe it will be music videos and songs that flow smoothly into a flashback, and therefore there is no narration? Maybe I'm worried over nothing, but the flashbacks is what I'm looking forward the most, not the rockstar storyline.

Okay, so, guys, relax. Seriously. We already know they put Joseph Potter through hell so he could go en par with Sam and that doesn't spell "no flashbacks". That said, I said it before, I can see him tell some of the story - of the vampires - per music videos… just like he did in the movie and ultimately through the songs and videos in the book as well. However, Rolin has also pointed out that he would be less interested in POV and memories but I do not think that means we won't get the important bits as flashbacks.

Given that s3 seems to have eight episodes though? Mayyyyybeeeeeee we will only get the (majority of the) flashbacks in s4? I could see that as well? You know, kick off the hunt, and the career, and the tour, and bring in all the characters, and where's Louis, and Daniel, and Armand, and Jesse? Gabrielle? and so on? (And Claudia's ghost…) But that's a big maybe. I don't think they'll do that. But whatever they'll do I do think they'll surprise us.

We have barely any information right now. Other than the fact that Sam seemed giddy to meet Akasha (I bet he knows who already), and that Joseph has been put through the wringer. And that Daniel will have a manic Lestat on camera.

I mean… isn't that something to look forward to? (And not worry??^^)

[someones-anachronism]

I THINK I COOKED AGAIN @cassyapper I predict you will explode in the tags /silly

ohhhh if only I could do this digitally. the colors. the COLORS that I would do. ripping and tearing rn. ALR BACK TO CATCHING UP ON THE FIC---

ok wait more shit

YALL THIS IS THE LITERAL BEST I HAVE EVER DRAWN JOTARO AT ALL. LIKE. THIS IS ASTOUNDING TO ME wheelchair my BEHATED. raaagh i wanted to get silly with the background teehee yes polnareff is wearing his stinky ass black "shirt" thing he has bc I mean he wears it in the part 5 flashback don't he. its probably his favorite piece of clothing advol shawl. AVDOL SHAWL. also yes his hand is doing that one kakyoin hand gesture thing idk I just think it looks kewl (cant find the image of it rn so trust me on this ig) also this is my first time drawing iggy ✌ nooo I just realized it looks like joseph has a weird mustache I swear those are his WRINKLES anyway that jotaro outfit is my favorite one of his from part 4 so yeah should I quit yapping now.... i think so yeah. wahoo!

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pov me getting hyper because I'm posting this finally and hahahahahahah so silly hahaha hehehehe heeheehee hohoho hoohhooohohoooooooooooooooooo FUUUCK THIS FIC IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

[dislyteshack]

Dislyte personal timeline/ will be pinned

*if you feel my interpretation is wrong THAT IS FINE

This is how I interpret this fucked up timeline

I'm going to be constantly updating this and if anyone wants me to add something or I got something wrong please tell me

*I took a lot of creative liberties with this and added false dates so I will be bolding the ones where the dates are completely correct

*I can promise that the years are correct other than when Yun chuan has his transformation because that is extremely unclear

timeline (to fit canon):

2010- narmer and cang ji unearth the Raya/rhea legand that compiles deities and powers and whatnot

*I genuinely have no idea where I got the 2010 date it's either I gaslit myself or I saw it on Twitter / Facebook

1/6/2012- a big half buried purple rock is dug up. Experts find that it's glowing and unlike anything they've ever seen

3/8/2012- funny purple rock is studied and a research expedition is planned

21/10/2012 2:00 am utc- the miracle rises and the first miramon appear

*revealed by multiple times stated by how everything started in 2012

13/3/2014- Abigail girl bosses Jin yuyao's family

*revealed by a flashback in rulers law

10/4/2014- fu shi meets his big titty goth gf

*revealed by fushi in dream of redemption

12/5/2014- Joseph dies , Leon L

*revealed in Hilda's event

9/6/2014- LIAN WTF WAS THAT/cube miracle appears

9/6/2014- Hannah dies lol take the L hyde

*revealed in Lian's event

?/?/2015- founding of the esper union

*line in inescapable fate

2016- embla doesn't have a very good time/ Jiang man doesn't have a very good time

7/12/2016- Hyde seemingly starts a pharmaceutical company and generally is doing better (plot twist he started the shadow decree LOL)

* in Fu shis careers he joined in 2017 and at the end of dream of redemption Hyde said he was in the process of founding the SD*

1/1/2017- su jue gets tf out of tangton

*line in yu ran event

?/?/2017- chaos miracle spawns

*line in yu ran event

?/?/2017- Lü Shang becomes an esper and also becomes a teacher

?/?/2017- Jin Qiu commits murder

*line in cell block chaos

?/4/2017-yun chuan goes to jail :(((

*it can be seen in Yun chuans signed confessional

?/?/2018- rip Archibald

*offhand line in Mavis event

13/10/2019 - Yun chuan death sentence

*sorry the new event confirms he spent two years in prison

* one of his files in truth unveiled talks about when he "died" exactly

?/?/2019- chunhui academy students become mercenaries

2020- shadow over oreville the last event happens

11/2/ 2021 - beginning of Mateo's bullshit

*line in immortal fire

?/?/2021- ollies mom dies in a lab accident (massive skill issue tbh)

*offhand line in lonestar

?/?/2021- chunhui academy becomes deserted

1/6/2021 - Mateo fucking kills a man

*based on the different time skips that happened which I calculated from the beginning time of February 2021 that was specifically given to us in immortal fire

10/10/2021- Ollie's dad takes a massive L and dies (w to Leon)

2022- su jue girlbossing event (and yu rans bullshit ig)

*because of line that states that the chaos Miracle appeared 5 years ago I'm choosing to believe that everything here is taking place in 2022 despite the comment about yu ran's age

27/3/2023- burning of the union, marks the shadow decrees official independence

*offhand line in burning glimmer

2023- garrison incident (rip ikkis dad:( )

15/5/2023- javid causes the death of hundreds of people and gets arrested I shit you not this is what happens

*offhand line in javid's event

2/1/2024- espers become more common due to the shackled miracle

*offhand line in desparado

5/6/2026- Liam escapes from the union like the chad he is

*offhand line in devouring beast

6/10/2026 - Lu yi makes biggest mistake of his life by meeting Brewster

*offhand line in desparado

2026- idk what fumis doing BUT SLAY IKKI

19/12/2026- Ollie's bullshit

1/2/2027- brynns bullshit ig idfc

6/5/2027 - qius bullshit

24/12/2027 - truth unveiled

Onwards:

Event stuff vaguely taking pace after Brynn but also somehow in 2027

Sigh

2028-

-Fumi again with Fu shi

-Chu Yao's massive L

-Amir and Fatimah's shit

-oh shit elif's shit

- the second chaos miracle expedition

[mysadblacksoul]

Let's talk about Clancy, eh? (plus the livestream)

So I'm watching the livestream (the vod) and I decided to share my opinions about each songs!

without the first 4 singles

But tbh I think I'm an Overcompensate girly, that before hearing the rest of this album this is my top 1

With Backslide as a close second

Wait why should I increase my volume

Oh that's why

It was a trap

Okay Midwest Indigo, let's go I'm so ready

What an outfit Mr Joseph

Omg it's so bouncy

JIM

JENNA

I love the shouty lyrics

This MV is so goofy what the hell

Okay so it's so happy, so funky I love it!

The drums make want to do a lil dance

Hope the next one won't be sad

Yes Tyler, this song will go so hard live, I agree

And yes, put Josh on the mic!

Routines In The Night everybody

Oh so it's the rap one?

It's much less bouncy, but I can still tap my leg to it so I'm fine

You think that this is like the sister song to Ode To Sleep?

The chorous is so catchy what the hell

Yes! Give me those adlibs!

The dances, the visuals, the face card that never declines

What is he eating for Lord's sake

I can't pay attention to the songs when every time one ends those fools pop up on my screen again lol

"not every video is gonna be lore based" my ass

Wait so Routines is not lore oriented? But I see so many references :((((((

Vingette!

So it's a crowd's favourite? Aight

Oh it sound so nostalgic

More rap? okay, okay

Omg the vocals????

It's so different, like I can't predict where are we going with the beat

The bridge is so out of place but so in place???

What is going on

No but I see why they like it, for sure

God I love all the Joshes in the MVs

So Jenna's version will have another MV?

Sounds fun!

Oh it's soft version

So this is a fanmade mv for Jenna, how cute

No for real it is emotional, but in the best way possible

This version is filled with so much love, I can't even explain

The flashbacks to the young dudes? I might cry too

Yeah I se the vision. Like The Craving does feel more "right" played on the ukulele. It gives it much more emotion!

Now you just bully him lol. Tyler has two hands to hold two ukuleles, this is lore guys

Lavish whoo!

Before we start why the hell is the title of this song the only one written in different font in the lyric sheet in the CD, huh?

O damn man in black, get it I guess

The vocals are so dreamy, so different

Another leg mover

Why all of this songs are so catchy are you putting crack in it or what

It's also very chill so far

I also really like the use of the strings, it makes the song more full!

It kind of sounds like a movie soundtrack? Or is it just the MV that makes it feel this way

The silliest MV so far lmao

And seeing the amount of work that went into it makes it even better

And now Navigating!

I have to stop myself from looking for lore

I'm 3 seconds in, why it already sounds like a bop

This might be my new favourite song from this album

The electric guitar? With the synth? 11/10

The chorous is so amazing, simply

Will the bridge be sad or will he scream

Oh come through with this bass

JOSH ISN'T REAL THEORY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE WE IN THE FOREST FIC

Where did he go irl lmao

No for real it might be my favourite now, sorry Overcompensate

The Bandito one is the real one, write that down

NO I THINK I JUST GOT IT, THE WHOLE LORE MAKES SO MUCH SENSE NOW

What the hell Tyler, we have such a different taste then

Snap Back let's go!

What is going on

I'm like a second in

Oh no, it's broken

Instead of Snap Back premiere we have the premiere of Next Semester (ukulele version)

I'm not mad at all

Okay, let's go for real this time

Oh it's so dreamy

So this is the MV with head shaving lmao

BACKSLIDE, I heard that everyone

The drums are really shining on that song

And I love the contrast between low tone verses and more melodic, high alibs in chorous

The bridge seems sad I fear

Or are we picking up the tempo?

Nah we are putting more adlibs now!

Even better

Oldies station better be nostalgic

And quick question before we start, what the hell did you do to Josh?

Is this ballad?

Soft, fun and with funky vocals!

The lyrics are so beautiful, god

Omg Josh lmao

What a contrast to the song lol

Oh we are switching

I don't know how to justify it, but it feels like such a twenty one pilots song

Like it just makes sense for them to make it

I really like it

Honestly At The Risk Of Feeling Dumb sounds silly from the start

So is the MV

I really like the rollercoaster of the vocals. They are kind of all over the place, but still makes a lot of sense

It's the beat drop on the "drop"

Oh rap some more sure!

Why does he want to fight in every MV

Very fun, very chill and then you have the post chorous that are hard hitting

Love the contrast

Am I crazy or did they use kalimba in the end? I might be wrong tho

That's so sad that we are already finishing

One last track

Paladin Strait whoo!

I'm afraid that this one will be the sad one

The tears producer

The heart clencher

The ukulele strikes back

Love those low vocals

It's a song to sway this time

The drums strikes back

I don't know why it kind of sounds like the end of the western movie. Like after the good ending the cowboy is walking towards the sun, you see my vision?

This song is full of hope, so amazing

God the lyrics sounds like Clancy is finaly free

I might cry

It sounds like good ending to the trilogy

So it feels like a scam

It's too good to be true

But I don't know, maybe after all the ending of this story is good for all of us

What, is the silence in the official audio or is it just the end of the livestream

NO WAIT THERE IS MORE

no

wait guys no

FPE?????

WHO THE HELL

IS IT BLURRY

WHAT THE HELL

Now I need the MV to see what the hell is going on

The End

Nah, I'm not leaving you like this

I still think that Navigating is my fav from the new songs

But I'm gonna go listen to the album some more and then decide for sure

It's a good mix of everything, very twenty one pilots style

I just wished for more rage and screaming, but we need to be calm sometimes, I get it

There isn't a song that I don't like, that's for sure

So yeah! This are my feelings, thoughts (and prayers)

Give me your favourite song in the comments!

[meowmeowriley]

I have a question about the fist chapter of the rabbit ghost fic. What’s the situation with Simon’s family? In cannon, his nephew is called Joseph, not Jason, he doesn’t have a sister and I’m pretty sure his mum had a different name. And they were dead.

I don’t want it to seem like I’m angry about this, or that I’m accusing you of forgetting/not knowing his backstory. I’m just curious as to why you made the change as it was kinda unclear :)

(Excited to see where the story goes btw!)

You have a good eye 😉

I did change things, though it's worth noting that the backstory for Ghost that most of us use, with Roba, his brother Tommy and nephew Joseph, is really only confirmed Canon for the original Ghost, from 2009. I will argue, however, that the events of the flashback mission in the mw3 reboot do point towards that being reboot Ghost's backstory too, but I know plenty of people who disagree with me on that. 😅

All this to say, I believe that the backstory from the comics is Canon for both 09 and 22 Ghost. Anyway!

In Canon Ghost only has one sibling and one nephew. Buuuuutttt since in this story they're rabbit shifters, it made more sense to me to give them their huge family of 12 siblings, and an absolute fuck ton of nieces and nephews for Ghost. Tommy and Joseph will still be in this story, don't you worry.

Hope that clears things up, and you stick around for more! I'm working on the next chapter ❤

[missmarveledsblog]

LEAD ME TO YOU PART TWO

Summary: while eddie is gathering his shit together the past becomes too much for reader

Warnings: PTSD , flashbacks , angst , fluffy

Nervous was probably mildly putting how eddie felt , confessions of love or even interest never went well . Once a girl said she loved God too much back in high-school and only time he did get laid was in secret. This was whole new territory especially when it was one of the most important people in his life to. He stayed in living room almost taking it in one last time putting the movie in absentmindedly just as she walked into the room .

" what we watching or still a surprise" she asked smile on her face not a real one he could tell instantly.

" what's wrong , don't give me shit about its nothing spill it pretty girl" he said pausing it.

" it's just three years ago today we got out of the upside down" she sighed.

" almost gave wayne a heart attack, shit it's been that long already" he shook his head.

" I never thought I was getting out of there" she smiled sadly.

" shit sorry I didn't think we can do something else sweetheart" he held her hand hoping she didn't notice him wiping the sweat from them beforehand .

" no the movie will be good which are you going to tell me" she asked.

" come on lets just watch" he winked hitting play .

" it's a surprise" he added only leaving out it was surprise for himself hoping harrinton didn't give him some creeps porn stack returns.

" ok let watch" she smiled brighter as the movie started . Eddie was never religious bar his usually blasphemy taking lords name in vain was as far as it went but now he was thanking Mary jesus Joseph and that ass that carried them .

The opening as the old man holding the pocket watch telling the kids ghost stories around the open flame. He could give a shit what was happening just the fact he didn't fuck it up or steve fucking him up . While eddie was enjoying his slight win as the movie progressed the woman to his side was anything but the moment the colours faded she was trapped instantly in a living nightmare . Movie she'd seen a few times now had reality flickering into a place she never wanted to see again . Her apartment seemly draining of its colour fog and dust adding to the now gloom environment. She was calling for help almost screaming yet same time she was paralyzed in fear. Breathing picking up ,she couldn't hear anything all sense in her body felt like she was back there.

He heard her breathing first that hitch of breathe that made him chuckle ready to taunt her.

" hey your not.... hey what's wrong princess come on" he called only she stared forward glassy eyes and fear on her face. A familiar sight and yet was so different to venca's curse . Whatever was going on he knew it was human or least he hoped it was. She wasn't answering him. He ran but not away he ran to her phone almost slamming into the thing .

"hey family video where all your ...".

" harrington I need your help man" .

" i'm not leaving work to get you condoms man" he chuckled.

" it's y/n something wrong man I can't ... she's not responding" he rambled in his panicked state.

" what do you mean y/n not responding ... oh shit" Steve curse followed by a struggle.

" munson what's wrong with my kid" hoppers voice rang.

" she's sitting staring at nothing scared I can't get her to respond , it not drugs before you say it".

" i'm on my way" was all he heard before the line went dead .

It wasn't that long til door open hopper and steve coming in as nancy , jonathan Robin and Joyce followed after.

" living room" he called as they came in looking as he held her hand rubbing her face.

" we were watching the movie and she just went like this" his voice filled with fear as movie kept playing.

" shut it off ... hey sweetheart it's dad , come on follow my voice " hopper called crouching before her knowing exactly what was wrong . Back when they were found first Dr Owens spoke of will having ptsd he listened knowing the girls would also be going through it .

" put radio on it might help" nancy spoke up as eddie rushed and sounds of Metallica blared through the apartment.

" come on baby girl, fuck sake munson real music not this shit " hopper yelled.

" hey this is real music" he countered.

" dad" her voice rang out .

" hey yeah it's me" he smiled sadly wiping her tears .

" oh dad I thought I was back there" she sobbed . " the movie then fog" she babbled through her tears .

" shit I didn't know sorry sweetheart" eddie felt the guilt hitting him instantly . " I gave it to him" Steve huffed .

" no ones faults it happens" joyce patted their shoulders.

" I should of checked" eddie looked over as she held onto hopper afraid to let go . " I should of warned you also the dude that rents that well not on cinematic movies he watches" Steve winced .

" great I could of traumatised her with porn too" eddie whined as Joyce looked at two men.

" I needed advice and she was coming out so steve gave me stack of videos" he explained .

" I checked the receipt and seen" Steve added .

"Porn would of been better" he huffed only for a clearing of a throat ." harrington gave it to me sir , chief Jim, Mr hopper ... please don't kill me or send me to jail im too pretty " eddie gulped.

" she wants space so let go ... except you" he finally said looking at eddie . " call me if you need me" Joyce kissed her head . " us too" nancy hugged her. " sorry for traumatising you" Steve winced .

He closed the door as she stared up at her ceiling .

" hey how you feeling " he asked slowly walking over.

" sorry I ruined our night we can watch a different movie like" she grabbed the bag before he could even warn her. Eyes widening at the titles when she looked up at her best friend. " why do you have a bag of porn" she hiccuped.

" oh god tonight was a disaster not cause of you by the way that was my fault" he chuckled flopping down beside her making the little smile appear on her face.

" doesn't explain the porn pal" she snorted. " that's on harrington , big boy grabbed a random pile" he laughed . " who's watching the fog and a time to thrill" she laughed louder at the title making his inside turn to goo at the sound.

" hey princess that is a classic , a" he gasped making her laugh harder pushing him playfully . " why the abuse my dearest princess it's for an acquired taste" he held his hands up. " I am sorry for the first one though If I knew I wouldn't have" he said more seriously.

" it's fine I mean it's not your fault at all blame the lab and shit for that one" she smiled weakly.

" no if I wasn't so concerned on advice to tell you how I feel and actually looked at what I was taking you wouldn't had that attack thing pretty sure im going to jail or dead with your dad too " he winced unaware through his rambles what he has said. " a trigger movie and porn jesus maybe i should go to jail" he added.

" how you feel ?" she asked softly making him freeze.

" who said that?" he played dumb unable to even look at her and considering maybe jail was good .

" don't play dumb" she rolled her eyes.

" ok well .. yeah here it goes you can do it munson don't look at me... I've been in love with you probably since the moment I met you and I didn't know how to tell you so I went to the biggest hopeless romantic I know, harrington told me just to be myself and I did which resulted in your having a panic attack and a bag of porn" he dryly chuckled.

"Like love me more than a friend?".

" more than a friend but understandable if you want to get a restraining order" he joked trying to get his heart to calm the fuck down . Before he could even think of moving her lips crashed against his , it took him a minute to process the action but once his brain caught up he completely melted in his spot holding her close to him .

" I love you too ... more than a best friend" she smiled head on his shoulder .

" shit maybe I did die " he held his fingers on his pulse.

" you didn't die asshole" she rolled her eyes head lifting to see him smiling wider than ever pretty sure his cheeks would spilt.

" I gotta be asleep and dreaming then ... oww" he yelped as she pinched his arm.

" nope not sleeping" she batted her lashes.

" oh you little shit " he pounced on her caging her to the sofa below as his large frame cast over her. Her eyes looked up playful energy long gone as she looked at him in admiration and love.

" you know something that one man show made me find my way to the trailer park , ever since then I play that song constantly because that song lead me to the best part of my life , that song lead me to you " she said before her lips where on his .

[unforgivablego]

Do not forget about flashbacks from AziCrow's past. Zombies in a mini-episode after the forties. Something about Jane Austen. We will have three long episodes in different series about this.

We will also be returned to Biblical times, and this both frightens and pleases me terribly at the same time.

We still have this Gabriel on the poster. Maybe this is the moment when he tells Maria that she is expecting a baby.

And THIS. What the actual hell is going on here?

I'm also prepared to assume that we'll be thrown into stories about Joseph and Moses - the most famous stories of the Bible.

So there will be a lot of events and a different nature, and I can't wait.

I want to end with Neil's words: "This season will be quiet, gentle and romantic"

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/762397046124773376?source=share

As amazing as the Loumand fight is, brilliant acting, I find this scene even more amazing. It's one of the times when Assad makes Arman truly feel like this unbelievably powerful creature, and at the same time, such a pathetic lost soul. He's genuinely frightening here. And maybe part of what I like is that they let Assad use his height here? Some of the angles, like that shot from below, emphasize, or at least don't hide, his height and solidity.

I totally agree! Assad really nails both the menace and the vulnerability of Armand in that beat and it really, really works. Like, he's terrifying! And wounded! And completely alien in a way that really showcases his age as a character. He's the oldest of the vampires we've met so far, despite looking like one of the youngest - like he's got almost 300 years on Lestat! And almost 400 on Louis! - and you really feel it in that scene.

And yeah, they're really selective about when they use Assad's height and size, and it's fascinating that they use it here given he and Luke are pretty much the same height (although obviously Luke's own physicality in the scene shrinks him right down pretty amazingly well too). Assad's not exactly a huge guy, but he's more solid than both Jacob and Sam and it's sooo fascinating to me that he frequently doesn't look it.

I'm really curious if they play with his height / size in s3, particularly the flashbacks with Armand, Lestat, Nicki and Gabrielle in Paris. He's easily got a few inches on Sam (which I feel like you can best see here since they're actually wearing similar shoes for once - Sam almost always wears a cuban heel lol - and is obviously even taller than Joseph Potter). I kind of love the fact that in the 2.03 flashbacks Armand really downplayed the fact that Lestat was like, a newborn baby in vampire terms, haha, when he was like, 300 years old and the leader of the Paris coven. I think it's such an interesting re-write of that power dynamic and makes sense in terms of the psychosexual drama they have going on. To see that flipped when we get to Lestat's POV (especially given Armand can be terrifying) just opens up a lot of space for I think some cool visual play / physicality in performance and direction.

[shrekysenpai-love-me]

Distorted Love (Yandere Alternate x Reader)

Just a quick little something I've been working on. And in case you're wondering, requests are open! If you're feeling extra generous, don't be afraid to hit me up on chime. :)

As the creature continues to slowly bangs its hands against the door, you tremble in your bed.

Covering your mouth with your hands, you try to quietly slip out of bed to get your phone but, when an especially loud bang sounds against the door, you squeak before pulling your covers over you and hiding beneath the blankets.

The creature laughs as he hears you squeak. 

"(Y/n)~ Come out, my little Angel. I know you're in there~"

As he calls out to you in a sickeningly sweet voice, you can only watch as the thing continues to fumble with your door knob.

"Love. You know I'm not going to hurt you. Just let. Me. IN! (Y/n)!"

That being outside the door is not your husband. It was never him to begin with and you had known this for a while. Ever since he ate those strawberries, you knew, he wasn't your husband...

~Flashback~

It was a Thursday afternoon, 13 days ago. You were home alone, cooking in the kitchen. 

As you grab a knife and lay out the variety of fresh fruits and vegetables on a platter, someone's arms suddenly wrap around your waist.

As Gabriel lays his head against the crook of your neck and kisses it, you hum in pleasure before turning around and gently kissing his lips in turn. 

"Mmm~ Where'd you come from?"

"Just came back from the store and got a little present. Just for you."

"Oh? And, what exactly is it?"

As the man holds a bundle of red roses in front of you, a smile makes its way onto your face. Grabbing the bouquet and sniffing the flowers, your smile grows. Turning towards Gabriel, you give the man an appreciative look.

"Wow. These are so beautiful. Do we still have that vase your mother gave us?"

"Already covered."

As Gabriel motions towards the counter, you chuckle as you see it covered in multiple other bouquets and presents. Walking from the platter and towards the counter tops, you put the roses in a single empty vase. 

As you walk back towards the counter and begin to cut the fruit and vegetables, Gabe looks over your shoulder, a look of curiosity crossing his face. 

"So, whatcha making?"

You finish cutting up the fruit before putting the sliced Kiwi into one pan and strawberries into another, along with some other things.

"Vegetable stir fry with an omelet and a souffle."

"And...for dessert? Hopefully, you?" As Gabriel expectantly looks you up and down, you laugh at his behavior before putting on some oven mitts and taking the souffle out of the oven. 

"No. I'm not on the menu, today. However, I think you'll be pleased to know that I'm making Strawberry Cheesecake and Breakfast Pie with Yogurt, Kiwi, and a Kiwi parfait."

"Now, that's what I'm talking about! Are you making the little paste with the berries and kiwi all blended up together?"

"It's in the pan right now."

"Yes!" Gabriel stands from the table before wrapping his arms tightly around you and placing multiple kisses all love our face.

"You know, this is one of the many reasons I love you. You're so good at cooking, so smart...and talented...and so beautiful..."

The man tightly squeezes you before letting out a long groan. "I just can't help myself! I love everything you do and I hope that we'll be able to spend the rest of our life together!"

You blush as your husband says this. "I...you mean it?" He rapidly nods his head up and down. "Yes. I mean it. 100 percent."

He cups your cheeks with his hands as he looks you in the eyes, his own filled with absolute love and...something else you can't quite explain.

"You're my life. My joy. My everything. I can barely keep myself away from you and I love you so much that it honestly hurts."

Your heart swells in your chest as Joseph says this. "Aw...I love you too, Gabriel. And, speaking of love.." You place a kiss against his cheek before handing him the cutting knife and pushing him towards the fruit.

"It'd be great if you could finish up with the rest of the berries while I finish up the rice. If you finish then, I promise you'll love what comes after we finish dinner."

As you teasingly sway your hips and blow a kiss to Gabriel, he turns around and before immediately getting started on the fruit, his face slightly red. 

When Gabriel begins to cut the fruit, you playfully roll your eyes. "He's so adorable~" Before stirring the rice a bit more and turning off the stove. As you pour the rice into a plate and set it on the table, a dreamy look makes its way onto your face. 

How lucky am I to have him as a husband? He's so fun and caring.

You let out a breathy sigh.

Nothing can ruin this moment...

Or so, you thought...

As you see Gabe lifting a strawberry to his mouth, you instantly gasp. Running towards the man, you smack it out of his hand, much to his surprise. Grabbing the platter of strawberries, you notice a majority of them missing. 

"Oh God. Oh God. We've got to get you to the hospital soon! Or, at least get you your epipen! Hold on! I'll be right back!"

"I...epipen? Love, what's going on?" As Gabriel grabs your hand with his own and looks at you, extremely confused, you look at him as if he's gone wild. 

"What's going on!? Gabriel! You're deadly allergic to strawberries!"

"I..." He looks down for a moment. "I am?"

"What do you mean, "I am?" The last time you had strawberries, you almost died!"

"I...I honestly don't remember that happening...I- I seriously almost died?" 

"Joseph..." The man looks down towards you, still confused. "We were in the hospital for weeks. You were out for days...do you seriously not remember?"

As you continue to look towards Gabe, both surprised and concerned, Joseph's face goes blank for a moment.

"Gabriel...Gab-"

"THAT'S RIGHT! I remember! With the ambulance and the doctor down the street?"

"I...um...yea..."

None of that happened. There wasn't even an ambulance. He passed out as soon as we made our way to the hospital.

"Well, that was close." Gabriel places his hand on your own before kissing your nose, his grip becoming intolerable. "I'm so glad you stopped me before I ate anymore. Thank you so much, (Y/n)."

"I...no problem. Do you...do you still want the epipen?"

"Huh?"

"Y-You still ate a lot of strawberries...are you not worried?" 

"Oh...no. I'm fine, love. Now..." He moves away from you touch before tending back to the fruit. "Let's continue on with the cooking. I'm really eager to taste the Kiwi parfait~"

"I..yea. Sure..."

As Gabriel goes back to cooking, you can't help but steal a glance towards him and remember when he grabbed your hand a few moments ago, his grip tightening to the point where it almost became unbearable. 

His hand was cold. And, felt hollow. Empty. Somehow, distorted. Who was that and why were they impersonating your husband?

Little did you know, it wasn't a who, nor a what but, it was definitely something. Something that was not human. 

~End Flashback~

As a deafening silence you back to reality, you hesitantly bring your hands to your blankets before slowly lifting them. As you look from beneath the blankets, still heavily breathing, you happen notice the banging has stopped but, in doing so, you also notice the door is unlocked. 

Damn it. There's no way I can leave the door unlocked like that...

Cautiously stepping out of bed, you quietly make you way to the door. Making your way over to the counter, you manage to grab your phone without any type of problem.

When you go to close the door, however, you step on an old floor board.

(Idiot)

As the door bursts open, you quickly run behind it and try to close it but, as the creature sticks its foot between the door and forces it open, you stumble back before hitting your head against the ground.

As you rub your head, trying to sooth the pain, you suddenly hear somebody laughing. Looking up, you see Gabriel staring down at you, a distorted grin on his face.

As he walks towards you, you quickly stand before stumbling back, trying to put some distance between you and the entity. 

"Love..."

"Get away from me...I-I have nothing to give...I-I have nothing you could possibly want..." The man grins before walking up towards you and cupping your cheek with his hands, the blood from his hands smearing your face. 

"I wouldn't say that. You have my love. My heart. My Never Ending Devotion.” As Gabriel continues to stoke your cheek, you feel tears in your eyes. 

When the man sees the fresh tears streaming down your face, however, he soothingly rubs your head as he kissing the tears away. 

"No. No. Love. Please don't cry. Where was the same (Y/n) who's so loving. And, affectionate?" You turn your head to the side, in order to avoid the man's touch.

"The same place the old Gabriel is...Please...I don't want to get hurt...just, let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone..."

The man in front of you laughs as you say this before grabbing your chin with his hands and forcing you to look him in the eyes, a love struck look on his face. 

"Love, you know I can't do that. We've been together for 7 years now. 7. We can't just throw that out the window now...can we?" 

"7 years doesn't make up for this, Gabe!" You push him away as more tears fall down your face.

"You're a fucking...you're...you're not even human! What did you think I was supposed to do!? Just be up and with the fact that you literally kill people!? There's no way I can do this...At least tell me...how long have you been impersonating my husband? Weeks? Months?"

"Oh, My darling, (Y/n)..." The snakes his arms around your waist before holding you close to him, a grin on his lips. "I'm been impersonating him for years. I've been impersonating him whenever you went on dates...whenever you kissed..."

He just barely brushes his lips against your collarbone as his fingers grazes against your bare thigh. "Whenever we made love..." You feel bile coming up your throat as the creature says this. 

"...If you were supposed to kill him then, why keep me alive? Why not kill me as well when you have no use for me?"

"Originally, I was going to kill you...However, when I saw you for the first time...in that white, night gown...I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was as if you were an angel. Sacred..." Gabriel runs his fingers through your hair before twirling a strand between his fingers.

"I couldn't let anyone one else taint your beauty but, me..."

"You're fucking sick..."

"Maybe..." He runs his nose against the crook of your neck before deeply inhaling your scent.

"Or, maybe, I'm just in love. And, would do anything to protect that love." The creature suddenly tightens his grip against you and looks at you with hollow yet, love filled eyes. 

"You're mine, (Y/n). And, don't you ever forget that."

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Sooo if this is too dark then you can totally ignore this prompt..but what about a Laurel Gates x kidnapped fem reader? What if Laurel got away but some of the outcasts kidnaps reader to hurt Laurel since everyone knows that Marilyn and mc were dating and they figured if they torture reader they could get back at Laurel in some way for killing outcasts? Plus it was found out that reader knew about Laurel's plans and did nothing to stop her. What they didn't know was that Laurel was keeping her eyes on reader and when they had the audacity to touch her, it just made Laurel murderously furious. She comes in, sees disheveled injured reader with rips and tears in her clothes and just loses it. They kidnappers didn't stand a chance. Afterwards a lot of tender love and care between 2 reunited lovers.

Thank you!

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I'm sorry if it's too dark... I hope you like it and sorry about the delay and the language mistakes :)))))

Are you going to save me?

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of horrible bullying, torture, mentions of death, slightly dark reader, hurt & comfort, dark themes

Word count: 6,334

Summary: You were living a hell in Nevermore, you only had her, but the police caught Laurel and now you have to think what your next step would be…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!! I have to say that in this one, italics mean flashbacks!!!

“Why don't you tell this to Principal Weems?” Marilyn asked while taking care of a wound you got when you “fell” down the stairs. “I know it wasn't an accident, (Y/N), you know you can't lie to me.”

You nodded and hissed in pain as she applied cream to your arm.

“It wouldn't be any use, Marilyn...” You said with a sigh, looking out the conservatory window and holding back a tear.

She tilted her head and caressed your cheek, gently placing her lips on yours.

“I don't think you should sit there letting those beasts hurt you, manipulate you...” She said with a pitiful face, without stopping caressing you. “Don't let them walk all over you, (Y/N), you can't let them win.”

“They already have...” She said, getting up from the stool you were sitting on. “I just, I just have to hold on for a few more months... A little more time and it will all be over forever...”

The redhead stood behind you and wrapped her hands around your waist, pulling you towards her, sighing and resting her head on your shoulder.

“It hurts me to see you suffer, (Y/N), you don't know how much it hurts me,” she whispered in your ear.

“Just ignore it, like I do, I don't want to cause you any trouble,” you said, moving away from her embrace, tired of the life you had in Nevermore, of your life in general.

“I can't ignore that, (Y/N), you are the most important thing in my life...” Marilyn sighed, rubbing your back, standing in front of you again. –“I... I just can't, (Y/N).”

“You should... There's nothing you can do, or that I can do, just be patient...” You said, wiping a tear from your cheek and heading towards the exit, wanting to sink into your bed and never wake up again.

“Wait, wait, (Y/N). You're wrong...” She told you with a gloomy tone. “There may be something…”

“Anything  else?” The sheriff asked, while you clung to the blanket that the emergency services gave you. You raised your gaze, which you had fixed on the ground.

“No,” you said seriously, firmly.

The police officer nodded and ran a hand over your shoulder before walking away and joining another of his colleagues.

That night everything had been chaos. That horrible pilgrim, Joseph Crackstone, had managed to come back to life, and with a terrible purpose, to kill all the outcasts, everything that he and his family called: The scum of the world.

Fire, destruction, screams and cries, that was a good summary for what happened in Nevermore that night. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that the woman you loved, Marilyn, was responsible for everything, Laurel Gates, a ghost, one full of hatred and vengeance, one who had camouflaged herself under the kind and innocent botany teacher.

The same woman who took care of you, who cared about you, the same woman with whom you started a forbidden, inappropriate relationship, and with whom you thought you would go to the end of the world.

Certainly for you any place was much better than Nevermore. You were not an outcast, nor a normie, you were in the middle of two worlds. Your family came from a proud line of sirens, but you were the different, the weak link in the chain, a girl who was incapable of singing, of hypnotizing, of enchanting like your family did. You just swam well, you weren't even able to transform. You were a disaster, a stain on your family's lineage, an outcast, a waste who deserved nothing more than to study in a place where your classmates thought the same. It was like you were living in hell.

You were never particularly sociable, nor were you interested in making friends. You were a lonely, different girl, and that made you the target of all the bullies at school. Throwing you down the stairs was something that could always happen, you lived surrounded by words of contempt, ridicule and pushing.

If that redheaded normie had never helped you, you didn't know where you would be, or if you would exist. Maybe the pity she felt towards you led to your relationship, but you never wanted to see it that way. You simply saw two lost souls in a place that didn’t belong to them.

You weren't sure that she loved you, that you weren't a simple game for her, an entertainment, something that only served to forget the life she had at school.

No, it wasn't like that. You knew it, she loved you. You knew it when Marilyn revealed to you that that wasn't her name, that she wasn't just any stupid normie teacher, that she was Laurel Gates.

You kept her secret and didn't give it importance. In the world you lived in, she was everything to you, you didn't even care about her name, just about she didn't close the door at night, that you could stay forever in her bed, in her arms... That together you would heal your wounds.

You got up from the hood of the car you were sitting in and walked like a zombie towards the school building. A lot had happened that night, but at that moment you only thought about Laurel, where she would be, if the police were guarding her or if they had already locked her up forever.

You knew that thinking about it only hurt you and you could only sleep, hoping that a note would slip through the door, that she wouldn't be under arrest, that she would tell you that she would always be with you.

You stayed up all night, but you didn't hear the familiar noise of the love notes she used to slip, nor the quick, discreet footsteps echoing on the wood. She wasn't there, she was gone.

The next morning was a constant noise of suitcases and students leaving school. Classes had been suspended and most of your classmates were returning home. You don’t. Your parents told you that you were old enough to take care of yourself. You weren't surprised by that answer, it seemed like everyone hated you, hated you for as long as you could remember.

A few students also did not receive a visit from their families, either because they were too far away and it would take them a while to get there, or because they simply didn’t have a family.

The dining room was disturbing, almost completely silent. You walked through the empty tables, surrounding the only one of them all that was occupied by your classmates.

You ate in silence, without looking into those eyes that seemed to have no mercy even at a time like this. It was always the same, a dead silence when you passed by them, a lot of murmurs and mocking laughter when you walked away. You were used to it.

“Guys, guys!” One of your classmates, precisely a petulant siren, said abruptly entering the dining room holding what looked like a newspaper..

“What's wrong, Melissa?” Brad, the worst one of your classmates, asked, the one who made fun of you the most. Just hearing his voice made you stab the knife hard into your food.

“She has escaped...” the girl said, leaving the newspaper on the table. “Laurel has escaped.”

Your indifference and disgust were replaced by a sudden look at the table, one of curiosity, of surprise.

“What?” another of the boys said, picking up the newspaper and luckily for you, reading it aloud. “Laurel Gates, accused of several murders, escaped from the Jericho police station this morning, leaving several officers injured. Sheriff Galpin, still affected by the internment of his son, who served to those murders, has confirmed to this newspaper that they will not stop until they find her whereabouts...”

“Laurel...” You sighed, in a tone low enough not to be heard by them. Your eyes were wide open and your hands were shaking, making an unpleasant grinding sound with the cutlery.

She had escaped, they didn't have her. A ray of hope crossed your chest. You didn't know if that really had anything to do with you, you doubted it, but deep in your heart you felt that she was still there, possibly waiting for you, looking for the moment to take you with her far away from there, as she had promised you so many times.

“What are we going to do now?” the siren asked, sitting down and leaning over to talk to the others.

“Well, it's clear. Weems is in the hospital and the police are watching Nevermore, we don't have to worry about anything,” Brad said.

“I'm not afraid of her coming back, in fact, I want her to. The Jericho police seem like something out of an afternoon TV movie, they are never going to find her...” Melissa whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, let's take justice into our own hands. That crazy Gates wanted to kill us, we can't let her get away with it, don't you see? This is our opportunity,” the girl stated.

You listened attentively to the conversation, pretending to drink some water and playing with your food. You were probably so insignificant to them that they didn't even care that you were there.

“Oh, you mean that we…”

“Exactly. We’ll find her and make her pay for her crimes. Who's signing up?”

Everyone looked at each other and hesitantly nodded.

“How do you plan to do it? No one knows where she is,” Brad said, pointing to the newspaper.

“Well, that's something we're going to find out...”

Fed up with what you were hearing, you pushed your chair back, making a noise on purpose, and left the tray in its place, leaving the dining room under the watchful eyes of your companions.

You didn't believe for a second that anyone would find her. You knew her well. She was intelligent, elusive. No one would find her in a million years.

Lacking something to do, you returned to your room, eagerly waiting for the night to come, the moment when you were sure that she would come for you, that she would return to rescue you.

“Laurel Gates? But, but that's impossible... She, she died, I heard Wednesday Addams say that,” you said, incredulous at that unexpected confession.

“She didn't die, (Y/N)...” Marilyn said, shaking her head, sitting next to you. “She never did.”

You looked nervously everywhere. You knew who the Gates family was, but you didn't imagine that Marilyn, your girlfriend, your lover, was the last living descendant.

“So... You, you lied to me...” You said, realizing the truth. Laurel shook her head again and grabbed you by her shoulders so you were looking at her face.

“Honey, I did it to protect myself from them. Jesus Christ, (Y/N), can you imagine what they would have thought if they knew who I really was?” She asked with a soft and calm tone, a far cry from what those words meant.

“I...I...” You stuttered.

“They would never have hired me, I would never have met you... Everything... This whole world of outcasts, of people who believe they are victims of society, would never have understood who I am...”

“I can, I can understand...” You whispered, nodding slowly. She smiled and took your hand, caressing it lovingly.

“It's not just about what they do to me, about the contempt I have to suffer for being normi, it's about my life, (Y/N), they destroyed it,” she explained to you.

“Your family...” You said in a very low voice, remembering everything you had heard about them, about what happened to them. “They say they died by chance, because of the hatred they accumulated towards the outcasts.”

Laurel laughed nervously, shaking her head.

“My girl... My poor little girl... They lied. Outcasts lie, (Y/N), it's their nature. They killed them.”

You looked up, horrified by those words.

“My brother Garrett fell in love with an outcast, Morticia Frump.”

“Isn't that Wednesday's mother?” You interrupted. The redhead looked at you and nodded, her face changed, a darkness slowly taking over it.

“That's right, honey. That… Whore… she cajoled Garrett, made him believe she had feelings for him only to break his heart. Garrett died defending our family, protecting the normis from the monsters that live in Nevermore...”

“I didn't know that,” you said embarrassed.

“Of course you didn’t... Everyone in Jericho made an effort to ensure that this crime went unpunished, that the culprits were not arrested, do you know why?” You shook your head. “Because the outcasts only wanted to protect themselves. Always so vain, concerned only with their own good, never with the suffering of others. That has not changed.”

“It's, it's horrible,” you said. She nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What they are doing to you is worse, (Y/N)... But don't worry, together we will get through it, I promise you...”

You opened your eyes disoriented. Your room was dark, it was already night. In your dreams you only saw her, you saw her enter through that door and rescue you from that place, get you out of there forever.

You had slept a few hours, but your body still hurt, your head was thinking too many things at once and you still didn't know anything about Laurel.

“Fuck, of course...” You said to yourself, grabbing your jacket. “Why hasn't it occurred to me before?”

You felt stupid at that moment. Nevermore was already a fortress before everything happened, but now, the Jericho police guarded the place. Laurel couldn't get in without being caught. It was too risky. There was only one option in your head that sounded reasonable: That she was waiting for you somewhere, somewhere safe.

The Gates mansion was the perfect place. The police had already looked there, and no one would think she had returned. Besides, it was her house, she knew it, she knew all the nooks and crannies of it, all the perfect places to hide, and so do you.

You opened the door and the hallways were terrifying. Empty, devoid of the life they used to have. You walked through them, making too much noise with your footsteps. You didn't care too much, no one could hear them.

“Shit,” you said, hiding in a corner as you saw a police officer patrolling the front door.

“Jenkins, any news? Over,” It rang through the agent's walkie.

“Negative, everything calm. Any trace of Gates? Over.”

“No, we have built the mansion stone by stone and nothing. We'll search the neighboring towns, over.”

“Roger, good luck, over and out.”

You were breathing nervously, but that transmission you heard served to reaffirm your suspicions. Laurel was probably at the mansion, the police had left the scene.

You searched your pockets for something to distract the policeman. You found it, a pen. Looking towards the far side of the hall, you threw it, causing the noise to alert the police officer.

“Is there anyone there?” He asked, moving away from the door.

It was your chance. You ran towards the exit and with a jump that you didn't think was possible, you scaled the school wall, landing spectacularly on the grass and heading without delay to the abandoned mansion.

That place was deserted. There were no patrol cars, no police officers. Entering that house made a lot of memories invade you, memories with her.

You went through each and every one of its rooms, including hers, a place where you spent a lot of time, and a lot of cold, snuggling naked next to her while she whispered words of love, comfort, promises of a better future.

Your hopes were fading, because you couldn't find the redhead anywhere, in any of the hidden corners of the house. There was only one room left, the basement, a place that terrified you.

From above, you looked at the stairs and swallowed, turning on the switch and ready to walk down and find her, reassure your heart that she was there waiting for you. You couldn't have known it, a strong blow to the head made you fall down the stairs. You fell unconscious.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was the hanging lamp in the basement. Your vision was clearing, but your head hurt and you felt something wet right where you received the blow. You went to put a hand to your head, to check the severity of the wound, but to your horror, you were unable to move, you were tied to a chair hand and foot, and you were not alone.

“Good morning, (Y/N), did you sleep well?” Melissa, your fellow mermaid, asked, surrounded by the same people who were in the dining room that afternoon.

“What?” You said annoyed, babbling, fighting against the ropes that kept you tied to the chair. “What's happening?”

“It's funny that you ask that,” Brad said.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, starting to get scared. Their gaze was dark, accusatory.

“What are you doing here?” Melissa asked back, approaching and crossing her arms. “Were you expecting someone to appear?”

You shook your head, still dizzy from the headache. You didn't understand anything, you were terribly confused.

“No...” You whispered.

“No?”

You looked at her terrified as she grabbed some papers that another classmate gave her.

“It's funny... I've always wondered why you got along so well with Miss Thornhill. You were always with her... You got the best grades... I should have realized it sooner...” She told you, showing you some papers that you quickly recognized. It was horrible. Those thugs had in their hands the love letters you sent to Marilyn in response to hers. All of them were in those monsters’ hands.

“Where did you get them from?” You asked nervously, fighting harder against your restrictions. “Give them back to me!”

“Oh no, no, no. Laurel Gates wasn't made of stone after all... She kept them in a box, in the conservatory. She probably didn't count on us finding them...” Melissa said, turning page after page, looking for something. “Oh, this is my favorite one: Marilyn, you are the love of my life… Your letter made me cry…

“Please...” You begged, when you heard their mocking laughter.

“Wait, I'm not done yet… Last night when I left your room I did it with regret, with anger for not being able to stay with you, hug you. I can't stop thinking about your kisses, your caresses, about your way of making love to me...”

“Oh, God, that's gross,” Brad said, interrupting Melissa with a gesture of disgust.

“Yes, it's quite eww,” the siren said, putting on the same expression.

You moved desperately in the chair, making small jumps while you grunted and cried.

“Stop it!” You shouted. “Stop!”

“Wow, calm down, (Y/N)... Fucking a teacher is the fantasy of many people, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” the girl said, throwing the letters on the ground and getting dangerously close to you, resting her hands on the chair arms.. “Unless that teacher is a psychopathic murderer who wanted to kill us all…”

You were burning with anger, rage, shame. You were always weak, you always allowed yourself to be manipulated, beaten. But that had been too much. They knew about the relationship you had with Marilyn, probably that's why they had tied you up in that basement.

Your body screamed to defend itself and it did so in the only way it could.

With all your strength, you moved your head forward, headbutting the siren hard. She screamed in pain.

“You bitch!” She yelled, wiping the blood that was now falling down her nose. “You're going to find out who I am...” She threatened, approaching you again. You closed your eyes, waiting for a blow, one that would surely hurt.

“Hey, hey, Meli…” Brad said, holding the siren by the arm. “Calm down, remember why we are here…”

Melissa growled and spat at the ground, right beneath you.

“It's true, I almost forgot... You weren't just a fuckable toy, right? These letters make us think that there was something else between you two.”

“You don't know anything...” You said, spitting out some blood, you had bitten your tongue when you headbutted that bully.

“Well, these letters have given us a lot of information. Information that we are going to use for the common good. We will be heroes, (Y/N), thanks to you.”

You shook your head and little by little your gaze darkened.

“If what these letters say is true, you are the perfect tool for her to come to you, and for us to catch her,” Brad said, standing in front of Melissa.

“You are the bait, (Y/N),” another of the boys said.

You shook your head and again tried to remove those ropes, without success.

“Unless…” Melissa said, reflecting. “Unless you know where she is…”

You stopped, looking serious. You didn't know, but you weren't going to give them the pleasure of denying it, not anymore. This had surpassed all their abuse, all the hell they made you live in Nevermore.

“Do you know where she is?” Brad asked.

“Wait, leave it to me,” The siren said, taking off the ridiculous amulet that she was wearing around her neck. “Tell me where Laurel is,” She whispered, making you dizzy, but nothing else. No desire to confess, nor obey her stupid siren song.

“It doesn't work,” the boy who was behind said.

“I'm half a mermaid, you're just wasting your time...” You hissed triumphantly, with half a smile on your face. You had nothing to lose by being brave, although in that moment you were just being stupid, adding more fuel to the fire around you, putting yourself more at risk.

Melissa backed away with disturbing calm and turned her back to you, laughing softly.

“Maybe I'm not using the right methods...” She whispered, before turning around and punching you in the face.

The blow was terribly painful, right in her eye. You could feel the place spinning around you, how you would have fallen back if one of the boys hadn't held your chair.

“Hey, hey, calm down, we need her alive,” Brad said, while Melissa shook her sore hand.

Tears ran down your face, you felt how the blow throbbed, how it swelled and how it hurt, but your expression was not one of pain, but of rage, of determination. You wouldn't know if you could escape from there, but you did know that you wouldn't be a rag again, someone worthless, incapable of defending yourself. If you were going to die, you would do so by giving your life for Marilyn, for Laurel.

“You stupid...” You whispered, spitting out more blood. “You will never find her… She is smarter than you, faster, better than you all…”

“So you think? Maybe Brad is right and we can't kill you, but...” She said, looking for something in her bag. “We can have a little fun, maybe that way your tongue will loosen,” she whispered between sinister laughs, wielding small scissors and bringing them to your neck.

You thought it was the end, no matter how much they didn't want to kill you, but you only heard how those scissors cut your clothes, exposing you, increasing your shame and intensifying that torture.

“You're disgusting, (Y/N)...” The siren whispered in your ear. “Hey Brad, what did that idiot Stanley see in this cockroach?”

He shrugged and smiled.

“I don't know, but he was very annoying,” he said with an indifferent tone.

Hearing that name made you shake, it made the worst memories of your life come back to your mind. You remembered that horrible night in the toilets, when you were about to suffer something much worse than bullying. As always, she saved you. Laurel noticed that you were not where you had met and she ran to find you, something you still believed was some kind of miracle.

That was too much for you. You knew that what Laurel told you about the outcasts was true, that they were vain, selfish, insensitive, liars. But the fact that your almost rape was a joke, a simple joke to them, made something in your head click.

“You bastards...” You whispered, while they had fun cutting your clothes. “You should all be dead. Laurel was right… you must be dead! If that stupid Wednesday hadn't discovered our plan you would now be suffering the worst of torture, you would be burning in hell... It's what you deserve!”

“(Y/N), you're here...” Laurel said, sighing as she found you sitting on the Poe statue. “I've been looking for you all over the academy, honey...”

You nodded reluctantly, mulling over the disturbing news you had heard.

“He... He, he's dead...” You said with a thin voice. “Stanley has died…”

“I know, I know...” She said, sitting next to you, putting an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to her.

“I, I don't know how to feel...” You confessed. You had nothing to hide from the redhead, and your contradictory feelings had been torturing you all day.

“What do you mean?” She asked, wiping away a tear that fell down your cheek.

“I... I should, I should feel sad...” You said, raising your knees to your chest.

“Sad?”

You nodded.

“He was supposed to be my classmate, but no, I don't feel anything...”

“He wasn't a classmate, (Y/N), he was a monster,” she told you with a dark voice, making sure there was no one in that hallway. “Don't feel guilty for not mourning his death. He got what he deserved.”

“That... That's not true. No one deserves to die,” you said, shaking your head. Laurel sighed and hugged you lovingly.

“(Y/N)... You know very well that this is not true. Tell me, do you think you deserve everything they do to you?”

You didn't know what to answer.

“Answer me, do you think you deserve it?” She asked, more insistently.

“No...” You whispered.

“Why then do they have more right to live than you? Don't be sorry, (Y/N)...”

“I can't help it,” you said, laughing desperately.

Laurel looked at you tenderly.

“I know, honey, you're so good... Too good for this place...”

“I wish I could leave...” You said, dropping your legs. “I wish I could make time go by faster and we could go, both of us…”

“Listen to me, honey,” she told you, moving you so you could look at her. “We will leave very soon, but first… First I have to do something, something important, and I need you to trust me.”

“What?” You asked, surprised by those words.

“You have to hold on, soon all the suffering will end... But I need you to help me.”

“How?”

“Just trusting me. This is not a place to talk about it… Come, let's go, I will explain everything to you in the mansion…”

“Our plan?” Brad said, speechless. “You knew it?”

You, full of anger, nodded. There were no regrets anymore.

You knew what was going to happen that night, what Laurel had planned. The divine and dark punishment that would cover Nevermore in flames, that would reduce it to ashes. At first you didn't know what to do, whether to say something to Weems, to your companions... But it only took a couple more taunts for you to stop hesitating.

You were never really into it, you just trusted Laurel, you let her do whatever she wanted without questioning her, it was the only thing she asked of you.

“Wait, are you telling me that you knew she was a crazy psychopath and you didn't tell anyone?” Melissa asked now, making a cut in your pants. “Okay, that pissed me off.”

“Wow, (Y/N), you've pissed her off,” Brad said ironically.

You screamed in pain as the tips of those scissors dug into your skin, as small cuts ran down your limbs. That wasn't a plan to attract Laurel, but rather torture, one that would end with you, you were sure.

A sound of breaking glass interrupted Melissa's cuts and everyone fell silent. You stopped screaming, looking at your wounds with concern.

“What was that?”

“I don't know...” Brad said, looking at the ceiling. “Henry, go to check it.”

The boy shrugged and shook his head. He looked scared.

“I... Why me?” He said stuttering.

“Shut up and go up,” Melissa said.

Everyone turned their back on you and you took advantage of that small distraction to rub one of the ropes in your hand against a broken part of the chair. You were weak, but you thought the rope would eventually break.

Henry slowly climbed the stairs, but when he disappeared from your sight, a loud crash was heard and the boy fell down the stairs, seriously injured in the head.

“What's happening?” Brad asked. Approaching the injured boy, who was breathing heavily, climbing the stairs. A serious mistake on his part, since with the same strong blow, he also became unconscious.

In the confusion of the moment, you managed to free one of your hands and begin to untie your feet. When you saw a familiar figure coming down the stairs, you stopped. It was her. Laurel was there to save you, carrying an iron bar as a weapon.

Melissa stepped back, but she kept her gaze fixed on the redhead, whose eyes were full of hatred.

“Laurel...” You said sobbing. She looked at you and gaped, probably impressed by the state you were in.

“My God... My love...” She said scared, staggering. Melissa took the opportunity to remove her amulet.

“Be careful, she's a siren!” You shouted. Too late.

“Throw that bar...” The siren sang, leaving Laurel hopelessly hypnotized.

At least it seemed that way, as the redhead dropped the iron bar and she froze.

With a grunt, you managed to remove the restraints from your feet and with impossible strength due to your state, you lifted the chair, breaking it on the siren's back.

Laurel blinked, reacting just in time.

You let yourself be on the floor, seeing with relief that the girl was lying unconscious.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), my love, baby... But, but what have they done to you?” She said, looking at all your wounds and your tattered clothes.

You didn't respond immediately, you simply hung onto her clothes, crying uncontrollably.

“They, they tied me up... They wanted to know where you were... They found out about us and... I, I didn't tell them anything, I promise...”

Laurel hugged you with a sigh, making soothing sounds.

“I'm sorry I'm late, honey... I've looked for you everywhere,” she said, whispering in your ear without stopping to hug you for even a second. “I couldn't leave you…”

You laughed nervously, knowing that you really weren't wrong, that she had come back for you, that she had never left your side. As she comforted you, she looked at the ground. Next to the unconscious Melissa, were the letters that you sent her. She took them and looked at them carefully.

With a serious expression, she read them over her and with a grunt she stood up, helping you to your feet.

“Damn...” she hissed, putting a hand in her pocket. “Damn you!” She shouted, pulling out a gun and pointing it at the siren's head. “You're going to pay for this!”

You were barely standing. The wounds hurt and your heart was beating too fast. For once, you wished she would pull the trigger, that she would put an end to your kidnappers, that justice would finally be served. But you weren't a murderer, you couldn't imagine seeing the life fade from their faces, even if they were monsters.

“Close your eyes, honey, this ends here,” she told you through clenched teeth.

“No!” You screamed, putting a hand on her arm, deflecting the barrel of the gun. Laurel looked at you with a frown. “No, don’t do it…”

“After what they've done to you? (Y/N), you're not thinking clearly,” she told you, grabbing you by your shoulders.

“I just, I just want to get out of here, forget everything that's happened...” You said sobbing, causing her to hug you again. “I don't want more blood, I just want to be with you…. Please, Laurel…”

The redhead sighed, but she heard you, lowering her gun and throwing it across the basement.

“My love…”

“Please... Let's go...” You begged, burying your head in her shoulder. “Please.”

“Okay, okay... I would do anything for you... My good girl...” She whispered in your ear, putting her arm over your shoulders. “You can walk?”

“I... I think, I think so...” You said, moving your legs injured by the cuts. She nodded and helped you out of the basement.

“You have to get dressed and healed first,” she murmured, evaluating the state of your wounds again. “Those beasts…”

“Laurel...” You sighed, painfully walking up the stairs. “You've come…”

You were confused, dizzy and disoriented. There was too much for you that night. You never imagined the extent of the cruelty of your companions. You believed in the goodness of people, you believed that Laurel was exaggerating, but you were wrong. If she hadn't shown up, you would surely be dead now, they would never let you escape.

“Of course I've come, honey,” she said, closing the basement door.

“No, you haven't, I'm, I'm dreaming... It's just a dream.”

Laurel sighed and gently leaned you against a wall, cupping your face with her hands.

“It's not, (Y/N), I'm here, with you, and I'm going to get you out of here,” she told you, kissing you tenderly, caressing your body, making you feel that everything was real, that she had saved you one more time.

“I want to go away...” You whispered, letting yourself fall on top of her. “Very far…”

“And we will go, honey, so far away that they will never find us.”

“It hurts...” You lamented, walking towards an old office. Laurel sat you in a chair and searched for something in a backpack while she finished removing your ruined clothes.

“I know... Hold on a little more...” She told you, taking out some bandages and a disinfectant.

Your body was shaking from the cold and shock. Outside the only thing you could hear was the rain hitting the old windows and your moans when the redhead gently rubbed your wounds.

“They are animals,” she hissed, wiping the blood from your legs. “(Y/N), listen to me.”

You raised your head, trying to stay calm, trying not to sob anymore. It was something impossible, you were so distraught, so devastated that you didn't even realize how incredible it was that she had escaped, and that she had done it for you.

You nodded.

“You have been very brave,” she told you firmly, trying to distract you from the pain of your wounds. “Now you and I will get in the car and we will go far away from her, to a cabin in the woods… That's what you wanted, remember, honey? Do you remember how we imagined that moment?”

You smiled with some concern. You knew that the police were looking for her, that all the surrounding towns were full of agents ready to catch her again.

“The police... They... They're looking for you...” You hissed, moving involuntarily due to the sting you felt.

“Very well, let them look for me, they will never find me,” she said, downplaying it, surrounding your wounds with some bandages. “They will never find us, (Y/N).”

“But, but they have arrested Tyler...”You said, remembering that horrible monster that obeyed her orders.

“He can't live without me. He's out there, in the car, waiting for us...” She told you, leaning on your knees. “You don't have to worry about anything, honey.”

“I don't want to lose you again...” You sobbed, while the redhead looked for some clothes to put on over you.

“You won’t do it. I will always be with you, my love... We will be happy, you and me,” she said, putting a coat over you, which you clung to.

“I'm an idiot...” You whispered. She looked at you seriously, shaking her head.

“I don't want you to say that again, you are nothing like that. You are the most wonderful girl in the world.”

“No... I should have known that they would come for me... It was just a matter of time.”

“Stop it, (Y/N),” she told you sharply, making you step back a little. “You haven't done anything wrong. Everything you have done it was for love, and that is precious...”

“Laurel, hold me...” You begged. She looked at you with pity. She was clearly nervous. Your companions were unconscious, at any moment they would wake up and then it would be the end. You were so scared, so nervous that you couldn't even understand the reality of your situation. You just wanted to feel the refuge of her arms, her kisses, her caresses...

She did, standing up and pulling your head towards her body, surrounding it, giving you all the love a hug could give.

“I love you, my girl,” she told you, while your tears soaked her clothes. “Oh, my God, I'm sorry for not being with you...”

“I'm the one who's sorry... It was all my fault...” You murmured, clinging to her clothes.

“Shut up, (Y/N). Everything that has happened has nothing to do with you. I don't want to hear that from you again, do you hear me? Now you are going to get up, we are going to leave this house and we are going to start a new life together. The past is left behind. There will be no more outcasts, no Nevermore, nothing to remind you of this horrible place. We are both going to live together, loving each other every day, without worries, happy, my love, happy as ever...

“Happy…” You repeated.

“So happy…”

[right-there-ride-on]

Figuring out the Context surrounding Funny Valentine

cw: blood, torture, implied rape, discussion about the Confederacy

I was originally going to make a post about nationalism in SBR but to do that I think I need a better understanding of SBR's antagonist; hence this post.

Let's start with the backstory. It's revealed to us late-game, literally during the narrative climax, as Valentine attempts to find the resolve to overcome Johnny's Infinite Spin. What's the difference between regular resolve and dark determination? umm I'll get back to you on that. Anyway, we are treated to a flashback with young Funny on the day a friend of his father's visits Funny and his mother.

To clarify, the friend's name is Captain Valentine. Which means that after he shares the news of Funny's father's death he ends up marrying Funny's mother and becoming his stepfather and giving Funny the last name Valentine.

I'm posting the whole flashback so you'll have the full context of what I'm talking about.

Chapter 87: Ball Breaker (Part 5)

I wanted to try and find out what war this was, so I did some research.

According to JOJOVELLER: Stands (pg. 294), Funny Valentine is 43 years old. SBR takes place in 1890. 1890 - 43 = 1847. Thus Funny Valentine was born in 1847. (Also, I only realized after doing the math, it's stated that the date on the handkerchief is Funny's birthday and it clearly says 1847. Lol)

Funny is clearly stated to be seven years old in the flashback, meaning that Capt. Valentine's visit takes place in 1854.

Keeping in mind how long it took to travel back then, as well as taking into account that it seems somewhat implied Capt. Valentine waited awhile to bring the handkerchief to the family, either with Funny's father until he died or sometime after his burial, I'm going to suggest the date ranges for the war are between 1847 - 1853.

Furthermore, Capt. Valentine mention he is a member of the calvary, which wasn't officially established until 1861.

However, there were temporary calvary units created during times of need, so I'll be looking at those as well.

On wikipedia, the list of U.S. conflicts during that timeframe include:

Texas-Comanche Wars (1836 - 1875)

Mexican-American War (1846 - 1848)

Cayuse War (1847 - 1855)

Apache Wars (1849-1924)

Navajo Wars (1849 - 1866)

However, the conflict is also explicitly mentioned as ending.

Which is why I'm going to suggest Funny's father did not participate in any of the Native American conflicts. That really only leaves the Mexican-American war. To further support this, wikipedia also states that a calvary was raised to fight as well.

What happened to Funny's father during the Mexican-American war likely fueled his xenophobia.

As for the Valentine himself, we know he also fought in a war and received scars in the shape of the American flag. Counting the ones that seem to be bullet holes (possibly), there's 14 that I counted. Why not 13, for the 13 colonies? Or 13 for the flag he uses in Philidelphia? I'm not sure. The only connection I can make is that June 14th is Flag Day.

Chapter 62: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

It's a bit harder to place what war Valentine fought in. We know he was in San Diego, but there are actually two versions of why he was there.

One is that, while in Congress (after the war) he discovered Joseph of Arimathea's Map of the Corpse Parts in the British Parliament in 1889. Not knowing what it was, he traveled with a Puritan search party to the first cross on the map in San Diego and obtained the Corpse Heart. All in the party but him died, and he testified that they were caught in quicksand.

Chapter 30: Scary Monsters (Part 3)

The second backstory is that Valentine was with a group of soldiers when they came across a Devil's Palm. Once again Valentine was the sole survivor.

Chapter 67: D4C (Part 2)

This second backstory seems to be more in-line with the Valentine seen in Chapter 62, and this backstory better matches Valentine's scars. Although we know D4C allows Valentine to dimension-hop, we also know that only the base universe has the corpse. These two backstories can't exist together. To keep things simple, I'll chalk up the original backstory as early weirdness and continue with the assumption that the second backstory is the one Araki wants us to pay attention to.

First, let's consider the timeline. Assuming that Valentine indeed served in Congress before running for President, we still don't know if he served in the House or Senate, or even what state he would have represented.

A House term is two years.

A Senate term is six years.

I think someone like Valentine would have shot for the longer term limits, so I'm going to assume he ran and won a seat in the Senate, likely several times. Working backwards from 1890:

He won the presidential bid in 1888 and was sworn in in 1889

Six years prior would have been 1882

Let's say he did a term before that as well, which puts us at 1876.

So, we'll say he started his political career in 1876.

This means any wars he participated in would have had to have been before 1876. The war could have been a Native American conflict, which I think is somewhat likely due to Valentine's troop being positioned in San Diego. However, considering Valentine's scars were received from being captured and tortured by the enemy, and given the shape of them, it's fairly likely he received the scars during the Civil War. Keep in mind though that we don't know whether he received the scars or the Corpse Heart first, which would impact the timeline. I'll continue by assuming he received the scars first.

Noticeably, in the Chapter 67 flashback, Valentine isn't a young man but appears to be an adult. The Enrollment Act of 1863 conscripted all men between 20 and 45 to fight for the Union, but we can't base our age estimation entirely on this because Valentine is die-hard patriot and likely would have volunteered as soon as he was eligible.

So let's say he was 17 during the time of that flashback. 1847 + 17 = 1864. That's during the Civil War timeframe (as the Civil War ended in 1866). I feel safe to say that he fought in the Civil War.

There's another piece of evidence to consider as well, which is the uniform. Unfortunately I am not Civil War historian nor someone with a good eye for design, so I cannot say for certain which side his uniform appears to be from. All we can really see is the dark color and two buttons on the cuff. I'm not completely sure on this, but I think the two buttons may have indicated nicer uniforms, which may have indicated Valentine had a somewhat high rank.

Confederate Formal Uniform Example:

Source: File:The photographic history of the Civil War - thousands of scenes photographed 1861-65, with text by many special authorities (1911) (14782791043).jpg - Wikimedia Commons

Union Uniform Example:

Source: File:General Benjamin Butler Brady-Handy.jpg - Wikimedia Commons

And here's a more direct comparison:

Source: Yankees Civil War Uniform (animalia-life.club)

Or for a compressed version: OnlineResize.club. Resize image, Crop pics, Add instagram effect.

Again, I can't say for certain, and the way that the uniform is drawn doesn't make it completely clear. While the shape of the coat appears to generally resemble the Union uniform, to me it appears the hat is closer to the Confederate Kepi. Knowing what state he was from would certainly help; if we extrapolate that his father fought in the Mexican-American war, then possibly we can infer it was a Southern State, but I also am wary about suggesting that because I'm unsure how much political success a former Confederate could have had in a heavily Republican Congress.

I want to emphasize that none this is certain, but based on the information we have these are my best guesses. If you want to take a crack at it, here's wikipedia's comprehensive timeline of U.S. military conflicts. It's entirely possible he fought and was captured by the native people, which would support his placement in San Diego during the time of his enrollment in the army and would have given him a generally stronger position in Congress to base his platform off of (as opposed to if he had been a Confederate). It's also entirely possible he was in the Union and fought to keep the country together, which I see as in line with his ideals of patriotism and authoritarianism. And as discussed above, it's also possible he was part of the Confederacy, then was absorbed into the Union post-Civil war before beginning his political career. I couldn't find the details to support any one of these over the others.

So, based on all the available evidence, my tentative timeline is this:

Valentine volunteers for the army in the Civil War (1864)

Valentine is captured and scarred (?)

Valentine is re-assigned to training post-war in San Diego (between 1866 - 1876)

Valentine makes his congressional run (1876)

Valentine wins Senate re-election (1876)

Valentine runs for presidency and wins (1888)

At some point in the future, maybe I'll write about Valentine and American Nationalism and all those fun things, but for now this was my attempt at figuring out the specifics of Valentine's backstory and the sort of circumstances he sprung from.

If you got this far, thank you for reading!