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"If someone is in trouble, Axl cannot ignore them" is one of my favorite lines from the wiki about him. I love his arcade story so much. "An extremely dangerous vampire might be sad" and Axl Low is like "Aw he just needs a friend m8" and then he gets upset when Nagoriyuki tries to kill him. Buddy. You walked up to him and had a birds and the bees conversation and then asked him a tough question what did you expect? Axl is really just the type to go "Aw come I'm just a little guy it's my birthdaaaay" except it never works for him. Funniest and nicest man alive.
#sairambles#guilty gear#ggst#axl low#nagoriyuki#he's so babygirl ânever did anything wrong everâ which is insane for Guilty Gear#they really went out of their way to make him never do anything morally wrong#he's so unreal
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Danny, at 17, did not have the best love life. This is partially because two of his must haves in a partner are " Will protect me with their life" and "Will commit unspeakable acts of violence for me" or at least beat someone up for his honor.
Naturally, this doesn't always result in the most stable of partners.
His first girlfriend, Valerie, became an anti-hero and broke up with him for his safety.
He finally got with Sam in sophomore year only for the feds to come into class one day to arrest her. To his surprise, her crimes had nothing to do with ghosts but rather an incident where she went too far and committed a few acts of economic terrorism. Danny and Tucker never really learned the specifics of the crimes, and her parents hushed up as many news outlets as they could, so there wasn't much info to go around. All they knew was that she saved thousands of lives by doing it.
In the end, she was sentenced to eight years, and she broke up with him so that he wouldn't wait around for her to get out.
His third partner was a guy named David who was really sweet. Unfortunately, Danny got kidnapped one day by David's arch nemesis, who was some villain with a corny edge lord name. Yeah. David had become a a super hero after they started dating.
And if you guessed that he freaked out and dumped Danny for his own protection, you'd deserve a cookie.
Danny was noticing a pattern here. One that continued with everyone he dated. They always became some kind of hero before dumping him for his own protection, and it was infuriating. Sure, danny could defend himself, but he was never deep enough into the relationship to reveal his phantom half, and frankly, his hero career was something he left behind when he left Amity and destroyed the portals.
He met Tim at a skatepark after Tim fell off his board cause of some jerk speeding out in front of him on his own board, forcing Tim to stop or else hit the guy. The guy was unrepentant and Tim calmed him down (this did not stop him from melting the guys wheels with an ectoblast when no one was looking).
Tim then asked him to coffee. Danny, noticing how cute Tim was, agreed.
Danny was up front with his parents being mad scientists in Illinois. He always was with all the people he dated. It was better not to hide these kinds of things or worse, wait until you're already attached and afraid of losing them. So he always told potential partners as early as possible. Tim seemed a bit put off by this but was calmer about it than most, and they continued chatting.
Tim didn't seem like the type to turn to heroism or anti heroism so he felt safe on their later dates. It was only after he had known Tim for a while that he put the pieces together.
Tim was always covered in bruises that he hid with his clothes and make up, he had complained about batman over the phone when he thought danny couldn't hear, he was rich, he knew how to fight as revealed by his stances and footwork dispite trying to pretend he didn't, and lastly he held a lot of political power and influence being Bruce Wayne's son. Power he had no reservations using when it suited him or he was just feeling petty (that pettiness was part of why danny was falling for him harder than he thought he could)
No wonder Tim was so okay with his parents being rouges.
Tim was a villain!
At least Tim wouldn't leave him like all his exes. Danny doesn't think he could handle it if he did. Another good thing about this is now he can talk more freely about the more villainous and morally gray ideas and inventions when he was alone with Tim.
Tim didn't see anything wrong with Danny's idea to use something similar to cloning pods to make synthetic meats like rump roasts and steaks as a way to end world hunger and was eager to add to the conversation.
#dpxdc#prompts#fanfiction prompts#brain dead#deadtired#danny phantom#danny fenton#tim drake#red robin#yum#red robin dc#danny: i love my villian boyfriend#imagine when tim finds out#imagine when tims FRIENDS find out they'll never stop teasing him#batman#does danny assume the reast of the waynes are villians too?#danny tells Tim about Phantom after they had been dating for a few months and they've said thier first I Love Yous#sorry ive been gone for like a week ive been having A Time#stressed#some people find cloning immoral even if its just body parts so idk#tim is probably hiding danny from the bats in this lmao#i got a new phone#and it has spell check! can you tell? lmao
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i have to say sorry to a guy so if someone wants to like kill me or something hmu i think we can work it out
#it's not a big thing i just have to be like sorry lol but it is literally a boy.. a guy even.. do u understand#it is so evil to be healing from bad habits and having to act like an adult i want to go back to my toxic lil household w toxic lil habits#i (who has never done anything wrong) have never went out of my way to say sorry to someone LET ALONE a guy (inherently wrong and evil)#i dont even have to do it and i dont think it's morally wrong to commit atrocities against men but i feel a lil bad every time i see him yk#have i become the snowflake the rightists were talking about#i'll be like yeah im really mature n cold and then run to tumblr to make a vent post about some shit like this#i dont actually feel bad about what i did tho i feel bad that he might think badly of me bc idk him#and i need everyone to love me so much all the time so maybe in fact i shouldnt say sorry to fight this mindset hmmm lot to think about#doesnt help that hes such a weirdo (like a blorbo level weirdo ykwim) i have no idea how he will react#i feel that at this point it is important to note that i am on my period
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â GOD, FORGIVE ME PT. 2
mean!ellie x innocent!reader a/n: posted this to ao3: baptismsbaby warnings: toxic!ellie, corruption, virgin!reader, praise, degrading, gaslighter!ellie, belittling, strap on (r!receiving), not rlly angsty but sorta? creds to elliesgalaxy on pinterest for the pic of ellie wc: 4k<3 part one here
You kneeled by your Bible and candles praying for forgiveness for what happened the previous night. Although you enjoyed your time with Ellie, you felt guilty for going against your own morals. You didnât judge your friends for having premarital sex and you didnât think youâd go to Hell over it. If so, everyone would burn and not reach paradise. But you always told yourself that youâd wait until you were married before having sex. You blamed the alcohol and the weed but a part of you believed you wouldâve done it sober.
You stood up with a sigh, knowing you had promised to meet Dina for lunch to talk about Ellieâs apology. You spent all night coming up with a lie, which you also felt horrible about. You grabbed your bag and headed out the door. You greeted everyone with a smile as you walked past them. You were thankful that no one knew you drank and smoked the night before.
You walked in and almost ran face first into Seth, who glared down at you. âSorry!â you apologized, stepping past him and heading towards the table where Dina was sitting.
âHey you,â she greeted with a smile. âHow are you feeling today?â
You sat down and set your bag in the chair next to you. âI woke up with a slight headache this morning but it went away after an hour. So I guess not too bad,â you responded.
âYouâre a champ. I feel much better but I woke up feeling like complete shit.â
âI guess I didnât drink enough to get a proper hangover.â
âWhich means you didnât get drunk enough. Gotta try again!â
âAbsolutely not!â you disagreed. âI donât think I wanna drink again. It tasted horrible!â
âThatâs why you get a chaser,â said Dina. âAnyways, letâs get to why weâre here.â
She grabbed your wrist and looked deep into your eyes with a smirk. âPlease tell me what Ellie said! Iâm so shocked she apologized. She never admits when sheâs in the wrong.â
âWell, she came up there and basically told me that she felt bad for making me upset. Even though sheâs always doing that,â you laughed. âBut she said she realized it went too far and that really, Iâm not that bad or something like that. She promised she wouldnât make fun of me again but who knows.â
âSo, are you two gonna be friends?â Dina asked.
You shrugged. âI donât know⊠she actually invited me over to watch a movie tonight but I think Iâm gonna pass.â
âI think you should go. Ellie never invites people to her place unless itâs for a party or sheâs bringing a girl home to fuck. Damn, she really feels bad then,â said Dina.
You couldnât help but smile. Even though she wanted you to come over to fuck you again, you liked the idea of Dina believing Ellie was going out of her way to prove how sorry she was to you. You originally were going to come over and tell her you werenât sure if yâall should continue seeing each other but it wouldnât hurt convincing her to watch a movie.Â
âMaybe I will go,â you stated. âI wouldnât want things going back to how they were before.â
Dina peeked behind you and smiled. âSpeak of the devil,â she said. You glanced back to see Ellie walking in. Her hair was messy, the top half of it tied up. She wore her gray hoodie still and baggy jeans. She looked over and made eye contact with you. She fixed her gaze on Dina and made her way to the table.
âSup, Dina,â she said.
âHey Ellie.â
Ellie looked back at you and nodded. She walked away and sat with a dark haired woman across the room. She smirked at you before starting a conversation with the girl. You frowned, holding your head up with her hand.
âWell, she didnât say anything to you but she acknowledged you,â Dina uttered.
You couldnât stop staring at Ellie and the girl. âWho is she sitting with?â you interrogated.
âThatâs Cat. You know Cat, she just cut her hair so sheâs a bit unrecognizable now.â
You felt a pain shoot through your stomach in jealousy. âOh, her ex?â
âYeah. I think theyâre talking again. After you left the party, she came by and they disappeared for a couple minutes.â
You felt sick. Ellie used you and knew how much it meant to you to have sex. You got up quickly, the chair scraping across the floor loudly. Ellie turned her head from across the room, staring at you in confusion.
âI-I forgot,â you said. âI forgot I was supposed to help Sadie with something for bible study.â
Dina cocked an eyebrow at you. âSadieâs on patrol?â
You smacked your face with your hand. âShoot, youâre right. Thatâs next Saturday. Nevermind. I do need to go, though. My head is beginning to hurt again. I think I need a nap. Itâs starting to get busy and all the chatter is killing me.â
âYou alright?â asked Dina with concern.
âIâll be okay. Iâll take a nap and feel better.â
âLet me know if you need anything. Oh, and come by tomorrow around noon! I wanna know what you and Ellie are gonna talk about tonight.â
You said nothing to Dina, spinning around to leave. As you walked out, you could see through the window that Ellie was at Dinaâs table, leaned over and talking to her. You turned away and sped up so you could get home quickly.Â
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You stood at the mirror on your door, looking up and down at your outfit. You wore your normal baggy clothes so Ellie wouldnât get any ideas when you went over to talk to her. You grabbed your coat as you exited the door and headed down the steps. Ellie was just two blocks over but you knew you would be freezing to death before you got there. You shoved the jacket on and started walking down the road, your thoughts running rampant as you figured out whatâd you say. You couldnât stop thinking about the way Ellie looked at Cat as they spoke. The more you thought about it, the more you thought about the way Ellie looked in your eyes as she hovered over you. You got close to Ellieâs home and shook those thoughts away, mumbling a quick prayer to yourself so you would stay strong and stay on track.
You knocked on Ellieâs door and waited for her to open it. You heard shuffling inside and then the knob turned, revealing Ellie in a tank top and jeans. You looked down at her exposed tattoo then back up at her face. She wore a shit-eating grin as she stepped aside to let you in. You brushed past her, throwing yourself on her couch in irritation.
âWhatâs wrong?â asked Ellie, coming to sit next to you. âMad that I didnât say hi earlier? Is that it?â
You scooted away from her and refused to look at her. âNo,â you muttered.
âAw, talk to me, pretty girl.âÂ
She reached out to grab your thigh but you smacked her hand away. You stood up and towered over Ellie, glaring at her sweet face. âI-I came here originally to tell you that maybe we shouldnât have sex again!â you declared. Ellie leaned back, an amused look on her face. âI told myself that I would wait for marriage. My virginity was important to me, Ellie.â
âSo⊠youâre upset that you had sex before being married?â questioned Ellie, still looking entertained about what you were saying.
âI was at first! I prayed and cried, begging God to forgive me. Mostly prayed that Heâd forgive me for blaspheming Him. But now I feel stupid for losing my virginity to you,â you explained bitterly.
Ellie frowned. âYou didnât enjoy last night?â she asked in a mocking tone.
âYou donât want me. Youâre talking to Cat again! And Iâm angry that I was a fool to think you really wanted me. You just wanted in my pants so that you could say you made the good Christian girl go back on her morals, made her give herself to you completely! Just another thing to brag to your friends about.â
Ellie broke out into laughter. âThis is about me having lunch with Cat?â She almost couldnât believe it. You were jealous and assuming something was going on between her and Cat all because you saw them two together.
âWell, youâre sleeping with her again arenât you?â
âNo,â Ellie scoffed. âWho put that idea in your head anyway? Dina?â
âWhen I left the party, what happened?â
Ellie felt like she was being tested. She hated feeling that way. She only fucked you once and you were already testing her as if you two were in a relationship.
âCat came by and we talked,â Ellie replied honestly.
âDina said yâall left the party for a couple minutes.â
âExactly! I wouldnât even say a couple minutes, it was probably less than a minute.â
âWhat did she want?â
âReally? Why does it matter?â
âI canât sleep with you if youâre sleeping with her too,â you said.
âYouâre gonna feel really stupid when I tell you why we met up today.â
You groaned, frustrated that Ellie was making you feel this way. You wished you ghosted her instead. If she wanted her ex, fine. But she was an idiot to think she could still fuck you on the side.
âShe wanted advice on how to ask out the girl sheâs been seeing.â
Ellie watched as your face turned red in embarrassment.
âYou feel stupid, huh?â she teased, smirking at your mortified expression.
âDonât,â you scolded. âDonât even⊠donât go back to that or Iâll leave.â
âIâm not being mean, baby. Iâm stating a fact. Câmere⊠I know youâre sorry. I forgive you.â
You walked over to her, your knees almost touching hers as she sat up and brushed her fingers along your arms.
âI like that you were jealous. I like that you felt dumb for assuming shit. Thatâs all you are, my dumb puppy,â she spoke in a low raspy voice. She actually didnât enjoy that you had gotten jealous. All you were to her was a fucktoy. Jealousy ruins her fun. Ellie decided to let it slide for the night, wanting nothing more than to fuck you until all you can say is a string of apologies for thinking bad of her.
You pulled your arms away, sighing at the loss of her touch but wanting to stand your ground.
âI am sorry, Ellie. But it doesnât change the fact that we shouldnât have sex anymore. I wanted to wait until marriage and I want to wait until marriage to have sex again. I messed up once and itâs okay but I cannot sin this way again.â
Ellie hummed, her finger lifting up your shirt slightly to stick it in the hem of your jeans. She slid it across your skin, looking up as your breathing got faster.
âBut it felt so good to sin, didnât it, baby?â she cooed.
âI refuse to confess that to you. God has already forgiven me. I mean it.â
âThen make me stop.â
Ellie started to unbutton your pants, sliding them down around your ankles. She chuckled at the sight of your soaked panties. âYou want this as much as I do,â she taunted.
You watched as she pulled them back up. âBut if you really donât want to⊠well, I wonât make you. But it makes me sad. I had so much planned for tonight.â
You fought with yourself internally as a part of you was desperate for her to take them off again and touch you. You hadnât moved an inch, not even to button your jeans up. They were falling down slowly, too slow for your liking.
You knew it was wrong but decided it would be okay. All of your friends do it and theyâre good people. You truly believed that there was no way that they would go to hell for having sex. They were the best friends you ever had. You never judged them for it so why would they judge you?
You hesitated before you spoke up. âW-What did you have planned?â
Ellie smirked devilishly. She knew youâd give in if she made you feel bad about it. While she realized it was wrong, she didnât care because things were going her way.
âFollow me,â she demanded. She stood up and you walked after her, feeling nervous but in a good way. Ellie stepped inside her room and you admired the walls. There were so many posters and trinkets scattered over her dressers. In one corner of the room, she had a desk with papers all over it and a guitar next to it. Ellie was digging through her closet as you inched closer to read the papers. Before you could pick one up, Ellie dropped something which startled you. You spun around to see her eyeing you closely. She had thrown something back in the closet on purpose to gain your attention. She shook her head no, her eyes squinted into a glare. You backed away from her desk, choosing to sit on the bed instead.
âAtta girl,â Ellie complimented. She made her way over to the bed with a box. She placed it in front of you on the floor and you peeked in, gasping.Â
âYouâre gonna use all of that on me?â
She chuckled. âNo, I want you to pick.â
âTo put inside me?â
âFor me to wear so I can fuck you properly,â she explained, her voice soft and almost condescending. She knew you had no idea what she meant and how she was going to use it. âDo you see this? Itâs a harness,â she continued, holding it up to show you. âI wear it over my boxers and Iâll have whichever one you pick attached to it.â
You looked back in the box and started going through it, picking up different ones and making a face before putting it back in. âThese are too big, Ellie,â you admitted. âI think itâll hurt too much.â
âItâs supposed to hurt the first time, honey. Do you want me to take out the smallest one I have?â
You nodded and slid the box over to her. She reached in and grabbed one, passing it over to you. âItâs five and a half inches long,â she said. âPretty average. Thick enough but not too thick. Is this okay?â
âItâs okay. Please be gentle, though,â you begged.
âWhat, you really think Iâd be rough on you? Iâm not gonna do that until youâre used to it, dummy. Iâll be real slow and gentle until you say otherwise. Although, Iâll probably keep it slow. Not sure if you deserve to be fucked hard. You did come in here accusing me of bullshit earlier.â
You pouted at Ellie, feeling that it was unfair for her to bring it up. Your pout went away though as you watched her take her shirt off. Your eyes followed her hands as she slowly unbuckled her belt and pulled it out of the loops. She shoved her jeans off and stepped out of them. Ellie walked over to you, smirking as you stared at her in awe. âGive it,â she whispered. You handed her the dildo. âTake off your clothes, pup. You wanna be ready for me once this is put together, donât you?â
You obliged, standing up to discard your clothes as fast as you could. Ellie laughed softly at your desperation. You were completely naked by the time the strap was ready. Ellie stepped closer to you as you pushed yourself further up on the bed. You laid back on the pillow, Ellie now hovering over you. âSuch a needy girl,â she murmured. âYouâre so desperate for my cock, arenât you?â
âYes, Ellie,â you breathed. She looked down at your pussy, gliding her fingers along your thighs.
âI could touch you,â she began. âBut do you really deserve that?â
âY-You bullied me for years, Els, do you deserve to fuck me?â you said slightly above a whisper. You realized what you had said as Ellieâs face twisted into an expression of annoyance. âI-I didnât mean it-â
âYou meant it,â she interrupted. âYou want to be a brat now baby? Now you really have to prove how sorry you are.â
âI am sorry!â you whined. You reached up to touch her but she smacked your hand away.
âIâm pissed because I canât fuck you how I want to. If you continue to act like a brat by the time youâre adjusted to my cock, Iâll fuck the attitude right out of you. Iâll make a mess of you. A braindead little bitch with an aching cunt, crying because I wonât let you cum no matter how much you beg. Got it?â
You nodded, her threats turning you on even more. You liked when she called you a good girl but you also enjoyed the side of her that was angry with you. You couldnât wait until you got used to getting fucked with a strap so that she could do whatever she wanted with you.
âUse your words,â she demanded.
âI got it, Ellie.â
âGood girl. You want me to continue?â
âYes please,â you answered.
âGod, youâre so beautiful when youâre like this,â said Ellie, going back to being soft and sweet with you. She began to press the tip of her dick to your clit, a soft gasp escaping your lips. âDoes that feel good, pup?â
âMhm!â you moaned in agreement. âSâ good, Ellie!â
âDo you want more or do you want me to put it in?â
âIn,â you responded eagerly.Â
âYouâre sure?â
âIâm sure.â
âIf you need me to stop or go slower or anything like that, tell me,â she said as she lined her cock up with your entrance. âAre you ready?â
You nodded. Ellie leaned closer so that her face was right in front of yours to watch your reaction. She slowly pushed into you, making you yelp in pain.
âSh, just like that baby,â Ellie whispered in a raspy voice. âItâs okay. You can take it.â
Ellie kept it inside you for a few seconds so you could adjust to the feeling before she started to thrust into you gently. You whined in both pain and pleasure, loving the feeling of Ellieâs strap inside of you.
âGood girl, youâre taking it so well.â
Ellie kissed you softly as you wrapped your arms around her. Your nails dug into her back, scratching her with every thrust. Ellie rolled her hips at a steady pace, talking you through it until you reached down and tugged at her waist.
âYou want more baby?â
âPlease, go harder.â
Ellie went harder but still kept the slow pace, watching as your eyes squeezed shut from how good it felt. âFuck,â Ellie moaned, the sound of your wet pussy making her throb. âYou feel good, pup? Is your cunt adjusting well to my cock? Hm?â
âYes,â you whimpered. âI-I want you to go-to go faster, Els. Please!â
Ellie grinned at your pleading and sped up, hitting all the right spots inside of you. You moaned louder, gripping Ellieâs shoulders and crying out her name.
âYeah? You like that, honey? Tell me how good it feels,â said Ellie between grunts.
âFuck it feels s-so good! Iâm about to cum, please let me cum!â you begged.
âSuch a good little slut, asking for permission. Cum for me like the good girl you are, my good girl,â Ellie growled.
She plunged deeper into you and faster, watching your face as you squealed and whined. Your orgasm took over your body, making you scream out Ellieâs name. Ellie slowed down as you trembled beneath her.
âAtta girl,â she praised.Â
She pulled out of you and laid back on the bed beside you, turning on her side to watch you catch your breath.
âWas that okay? Did I hurt you?â
You looked over at her and shook your head. âIt stung at first but I got used to it. It felt really good,â you uttered between breaths.
âGood, I got a bit too carried away at the end but you seemed to enjoy it.â
You giggled. âYeah, I did like it when you were rougher.â
âNoted,â Ellie said as she reached over to her drawer, opening it and pulling out an already rolled blunt. She lit it up and offered it to you but you declined.
âI can barely think, Ellie.â
Ellie shrugged and puffed on it, blowing it out away from you. âSuit yourself, doll.â
âCan I ask you something?â
Ellie nodded. âI was wondering⊠if maybe you could teach me how to touch you?â
âNo,â Ellie said almost too quickly. âI can get myself off when you leave. You can stay until I finish this.â
âOh, Iâm not staying the night?â
Ellie shook her head no. You sighed, realizing that you had to walk home with weak legs.
âWhy wonât you teach me?âÂ
âTeach you what?â
âUm, teach me how to touch you? I donât think itâs fair I cum and you donât,â you stated.
âI donât do that unless Iâm in a relationship with that person.â
âWell, something will come out of this probably so you might as well show me now!â you said as you laughed. You saw the confused expression Ellie made, your smile faltering. âI mean, it is going to, isnât it?â
âItâs going to what?â
You sighed in frustration, getting mad that Ellie was playing dumb. You knew her better than that. Ellie was a smart girl but would fight her way out of admitting something she didnât want to. You raised up and grabbed your clothes, suddenly feeling embarrassed and nauseous. âI feel so stupid,â you whispered to yourself. âI should just go.â
âHey, I want you to stay until I finish my joint so I can walk you out.â
âSuch a gentleman, Ellie,â you spat back sarcastically.
âWhat was that? Did I not just let you cum on my cock after you insulted me earlier? I wasnât going to let you but I did out of kindness. You should watch your tone with me, church girl, because I wonât be so nice next time.â
âYouâre fucking me but donât plan on having anything with me at some point?â you asked as you stood up. You tumbled a bit due to how shaky your legs were but you tried your best to not let it show. âYou couldâve told me.â
Ellie scoffed. âIâm just havinâ fun. I didnât realize you would want this to be a relationship.â
âI assumed you knew because of how I am. Iâm a Christian who dates to marry,â you argued.
âRight, just like you assumed I was fucking Cat again all because you saw us sitting together. Relax, I donât know where this will go. I like fucking you and I plan on fucking you as often as I can. Not if youâre gonna let your feelings get in the way, though.â
You rolled your eyes and started to get dressed. Ellie continued to smoke her joint while she observed you. âI already know youâre gonna say this is the last time,â Ellie continued. âBut youâll come back. I know you will. I think you need me.â
âWhat I need is to go home and sleep. I also need you to leave me alone,â you mumbled.
âWhen I show up to your door tomorrow night, are you really gonna turn me away?â
âBye, Ellie,â you said as you started to walk away.
âWait,â Ellie stood up and put her joint out. She slid out of the harness and threw it on the bed, grabbing her tank top and shoving it on as she chased after you. You were almost at the door when she jogged in front of you, opening it for you. âIâll see you tomorrow, pup,â she said in a teasing tone.
âFuck you.â
You walked out, Ellie still at the door to watch you go. âYouâre gonna regret that tomorrow!â
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yooooo!!! youâre my favorite ethan winters artist i just wanna say that first and foremost, thank you for the wholesome content of my comfort character and father figure đ„čđ«¶
iâm really curious bc i feel like i see a lot of people against mithan (not me personally, iâm p neutral on them!) but iâm curious to know all your thoughts on them! thoughts on their canon relationship, their fanon portrayal, the backlash against them/mia accusations, and your headcanons? iâm just really interested!!! hopefully thatâs not weird :â)
have a good day!! sparkle on!!! âšđ
i heart mithan... i think that they can be so cute...
i personally hc them t4t and i like to think that the dated in highschool before they both had fully transitioned
mia likes to bake and ethan likes to scrap book and he always likes to take pictures of mias cakes/ baked goods and has a album for them đ
i am a multishipper so i draw a lot of ethan ships so my girl is left out sometimes and im sorry mia đ
i actually really like their relationship, its a really complex dynamic that i like to talk about with my friends
i think the issue is that when talking about mithan or mia in general, theres just SO MUCH misinformation that its honestly a pain the butt to talk about
people still think that she was responsible for the creation of eveline, people still think that she experimented on eveline, people still use examples of her attacking ethan as if she did it on her own will instead of being mind controlled
in reality she was just someone who oversaw the transportation of evie. im not excusing her or anything because obviously she knew what she was doing, but people really try to accuse her of doing something she didnt and it bothers me alot lol
the problem with the fandom is that people either try to water her down to girlboss who did nothing wrong and fail to acknowledge the complexity/ moral grayness of her character and the other side is misogynists đđđđ
its hard to talk about her without people either going "stop trying to villainize her and make her look bad!" or people ACTUALLY villainizing her and acting like heisenberg would have treated him better đđ
mithan is such a sad relationship because they loved each other so much and that ended up being the reason their relationship fell apart (sort of... its not like the broke up... ethan kinda just straight up died)
i get a lot a trouble for saying this, but mia is a selfish person.
its not a bad thing! well i mean it is but it doesnt make her some evil witch who is somehow worse than the guy how made a werewolf american ninja warrior. its just a major character flaw she has! which is good! mia being a flawed person who makes mistakes and morally gray decisions make her a more interesting person!
she is selfish in the way that she wants to keep her family with her no matter the cost. even if it means lying to ethan about her job so that he wont think different of her. here is a interrogation from the re7 DLC, which is easy to miss!
she isnt necessarily trying to apologize for the things she has done, she is more of a, "u wont need to forgive me in the first place if we just forget it all and move on"
she doesn't try to redeem herself for what she has done, she tries to move on and return to the normal life that she wants so bad. which is fine! everyone copes a different way and she has to right to move on from her trauma. the problem that lies in this is that she has a shared trauma with ethan who still has no idea what went on in dulvey and still effects him till the present (he is mold! this is a important thing to know! most people would want to know if they were a walking corpse)
she played a direct part in what happened in dulvey, and im not referring to the email, she did not send that. she never wanted ethan to come in the first place. she tried her best to send a video to him, begging him to forget about her because she wanted to protect him, BUT it didnt send.
he got involved because she was involved. its honestly a series of really really unfortunate events.
THOUGH! she did know what she was getting into. im tired of seeing the narrative that mia was innocent and didnt know what was going on or was simply a bystander. she knew what she was doing, she knew eveline was a bioweapon, she knew eveline was a child. she used a MACHINE GUN! she knows how to use weapons and was obviously trained for it.
she tried her best to keep everybody out of the mess, ex: warning the bakers not to take them in, warning ethan not to find her, sacrificing herself for ethan in the later half of re7
but again, those are the consequences of HER actions
her consequences just happen to get really big and end up hitting ethan on the head like a metal sheet đ
their relationship is really so interesting, it makes me really sad to think about sometimes đthey both went through something that nobody else would ever understand, in the end they really only have each other. they get moved to an entire different country and the dulvey incident gets covered up with a "gas leak"
its really tragic because their marriage definitely had some flaws and bumps. and i know im repeating myself but its because people always take this in the worst way possible but just because i say their relationship was rocky doesnt mean im saying they dont love each other!!! thats the entire basis of mias character!! saying she doesnt love ethan would destroy her entire character!
you can see in the re8 DLC how fondly ethan talks about mia! he loves her so much, though im not sure if his comments in the DLC are him narrating current (post re8) or his thoughts before everything went down and he died (pre re8)
everything mia did was because she LOVED ethan. she would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, she is not a cruel person. she hides the truth of her job from ethan pre re7 because she loves him and doesnt want her job to drive them apart. she CONTINUES to refuse to tell ethan the truth post re7 because she wants to move on a live a happy normal life with him and knows something like her being directly associated with the connections would probably cause (more) problems. she refuses to tell ethan that he is mold because again, hard to live a happy marriage with your husband after you tell him hes a bioweapon.
obviously i dont think it was right that she did this, thats what makes her selfish! she did it for herself! she did it for her family! she thought it would work out, she thought that they could move on and be happy together.
the issue is that ethan didnt want to forget. he wanted to know what happened, he wanted to know the part mia played, he wanted answers! which is reasonable! he knows to some extent that mia was partially responsible for his involvement and he was always suspcious that mia was lying to him about her job which is implied when mia says "you were right, i did lie to you"
she doesnt learn, she doesnt stop lying, her lies get bigger and worse and it sucks yeah but it makes her so interesting!!! she keeps doing stupid things under the idea that this is whats best for her and her family, that if she hides this everything will work out and it will be for the better but its not!
just because telling your husband hes dead and a bioweapon is a hard subject to bring up doesnt mean you DONT bring it up. people shouldnt use that as a reason to excuse mia đ, its a very bad excuse and honestly highlights how horrible their communication skills were. you cant just not tell your husband that he is actually infected with the mold and not tell him for the tree years between post re7 and pre re8.
im not saying these things to put mia down, or try and villanize her. these are all just actual things her character does! she isnt evil, but she isnt a knight in shining armor either. we need to be able to have talks about complex characters without crying everytime someone points out a flaw. characters have flaws! and mia just happens to have a lot of them!
im not mad at her, i dont dislike her because i think this way of her. shes a fictional character! you can like characters that are morally gray, or villains that drink blood and make corpse soldiers. they are fictional! pointing out the flaws of a character does not mean i dont like them.
i wouldnt call her "the real villain of re8" but i wouldnt treat her like a damsel in distress either. she is a competent person, she knows what shes doing, she has her reasons for doing them. she made bad descions with good intentions behind them! they can coexist and we should let them!
i like mithan! its a complex relationship because they both love each other so much but hurt each other in the process
talking about them is just a pain in the butt because talking about mia is a pain in the butt lol
i really hate how she keeps getting sidelined, its super frustrating to see mia get put in a cage in every game đ
its even more frustrating that mia straight up just disappears???? in the shadows of rose DLC... like she just stops taking care of rose and theres nothing said about it. no reason or explanation. i dont think mia would ever ditch rosemary because she didnt care about her, but we probably will never know because capcom sucks at writing and they probably forgot the mia ever even existed.
all in all, i think the fandom is really just full of misinformation which make people either think mia is some horrible evil person, or its full of people who think that saying mia messed up is the equivalent of comparing her to wesker lol.
i really love mia, shes a incredibly fun and complex character, its just hard to enjoy her sometimes with the people in the fandom haha.
also ive got no idea what u meant by "the backlash against them/mia accusations" so sorry if i didnt answer that!
thank u for the ask! sorry for the long response!
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Hey, so we don't talk enough about A Christmas Carol as being at least a little bit about not continuing a cycle of abuse and neglect, both against others and yourself.
In the book little Scrooge is left languishing over the holidays in a boarding school for some never-explained reason, but it is made very clear that this is miserable and unfair, and that his father is doing this on purpose. His sister specifically comes to tell him that "father is so much kinder now than he used to be, that home's like heaven." This also reflects a bit of Dickens's own childhood when his father went into debtor's prison and little Charlie was forced to support his family working full time in a shoe-blacking factory at the age of 12 (which is also why so many of his books seem to have a moral of "hey, kids are people too and maybe we shouldn't make them work in the mines.")
Whatever family reunion happened after didn't work out, because Scrooge continues believing that no one is coming to save him and pulling himself up by his bootstraps at the detriment of all other social relationships is the only way forward. And the more he lives by that philosophy, the more miserable he gets, because obviously he pushes away anyone who has that hope that he lost. They threaten to break down the walls he's built and teach him that a big pile of money doesn't have to be the only thing that he can rely on, if he'd just let himself be vulnerable and have a relationship with people who care about him, because they're out there even if he's ignoring them.
There is a certain type of person still very much out there who thinks this way. "I've never been happy in my life, so no one else has a right to be either. I was abused in my childhood so it's only fair that everyone else suffer as well." We see this in parents who still try to use corporal punishment, and in wealthy people who ignore the social factors keeping others down and scream that everyone else is just entitled, that only those who suffer and scrape deserve happiness. And they especially hate the people like Fred who represent the past that could have been, who have maintained hope for the future, and seem to be rubbing their optimism in your face, when in reality they're just maintaining hope because it's the only way you can survive.
It's so important for Scrooge to actually see the impact this thinking has on both himself and multiple generations. Rich people have this weird hangup about this story because they think Scrooge is bad because he's rich. He's not, he's bad because he's a horrible person and a miser - he doesn't use his money to better anything, including himself. Salting the earth, everyone suffers here, including him. And he learns that he's going to die old and alone without ever having spent or enjoyed his money, and that his family feels sorry for him, and that the nameless masses of poor people out there that he decries so much are in fact living, breathing people, including tiny disabled kids who don't deserve to suffer just because you decided life isn't fair.
In the end he takes responsibility for actually uplifting the people in the next generation who are trying to make the world a better place and no longer punching down, because it doesn't have to be this way. So many people out there just give up hope because things are hard and they think trying to improve things is a pointless exercise that makes them look dumb. How dare you grow a year older and not an hour richer! How dare you marry for love! That's the only thing more ridiculous than a Merry Christmas! When in reality, there are plenty of people who would love to see them happy if they just had a chance.
It's really sad that, while the language used to describe it has changed, these problems still persist. That people feel so wronged and isolated that they spend their days ensuring everyone else will be as well. That they fail to see their fellow humans as fellow humans who are just as deserving of love and kindness and a roof over their heads. I don't care what time of year it is, we should all be lifting each other up rather than tearing each other down.
#long post#rant#a christmas carol#charles dickens#history#books#literature#christmas#who hurt elon musk
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Stalked | s.g.Â
pairing: Sam Golbach x influencer ! f ! readerÂ
summary: They knew something was off, but they never imagined it to be this bad.
Warning(s): angst! stalkers, breaking in, fear, profanity, mentions of a weapon
A/N: honestly first time writing angst, so forgive me if it's really bad, ALSO, please read the last note, I need your guys opinion on something.
images from pinterest !Â
Sam loved y/n, so much so that Sam let her finally move in. Well rather, they made it official. She had practically lived with Sam for a year now, always sleeping over and leaving all her things around his house.Â
It was great, she loved waking up to Sam every morning and making him breakfast. She adored how he'd show up for some of her streams and talk to her fans. Sam was the love of her life, there's no doubt behind that.Â
But recently something was off.Â
It started off with a few overly creepy dm's, saying perverted things to her. She would block them but they seemed to never go away, assuming as they made multiple accounts to send the horrid messages.Â
But then she felt like she was being watched, going out in public became sketchy for her. She noticed a hooded man in the coffee shop she frequented or around the corner in the supermarket.Â
Then, it was getting really out of hand. She would receive random packages from fans all the time, opening them on her live stream and laughing at gag gifts. But it was odd to receive gifts on her front porch, when she regularly received gifts via a P.O. Box. She had opened one, regretting it to this day.Â
In the box were various pictures of her around town, heart shapes surrounding her face. On top was a letter, long story short, she realized it was a stalker.Â
Sam and y/n tried to figure out a way to put a restraining order, but couldn't due to the fact that they didn't know this said man's identity.Â
Unfortunately, enough was enough. All she could do was go on another live stream tonight, explaining reasons why she wouldn't be streaming anymore. She propped up the camera, Sam in the back for moral support.Â
"Are you ready?" She weakly smiled.Â
Sam nodded, reaching for her hand as she sat back down as many fans joined in.Â
She tried to put on her bubbly personality, attempting to welcome many of the fans.Â
"Hey guys," she waved to the camera. "How are you guys?" She asked, placing her other hand on her chin as she looked at the various comments.Â
Her fans knew her all too well, quickly recognizing that something was wrong.Â
'oh no, y/n you okay? you look sad :('Â
'woah, mom and dad look so serious!? Are we in trouble?!'Â
Y/n smiled at the concern, "yeah, guys you have all been bad," she sternly pointed to the camera. "Right sam? We gotta take away their Xboxes." She turned over to Sam, causing him to chuckle.Â
"Yeah guys, who shit in the kitty litter? The cat's shit is not that big!" He joked trying to lighten up the mood.Â
Y/n smiled, squeezing Sam's hand a little stronger as she looked back at the camera.
"Alright guys, Imma wait a little longer for more people to get in just so they don't miss anything." She announced, continuing to read the comments.Â
'mother is mothering'Â
'y/n, ask sam when the next video is coming out?!'Â
'y/n is so pretty guys :)'Â
She turned to Sam, "they're asking about your next video, babe." She pointed out. "I don't know, I've been put under a contract not to discuss any future videos guys." She put her hands up in defeat.Â
Sam grinned at her before looking up at the camera, "Well, Colby will kill me for saying anything, but we're working on something to record tomorrow actually." He raised his brows, pursing his lips a bit.Â
"You heard it here folks, Sam is not retiring." She joked.Â
As they were goofing off and joking around, the viewer count went up to nearly 50k. She was impressed by the amount, amazed by her followers.Â
"Wow guys, there's 50 thousand of you here!" She cheered, raising her hands up into the air. "So now that we have a lot of your attention, don't get too distracted by this beautiful face." She pointed towards Sam.Â
Sam dramatically covered his face, pretending to be flustered. "Oh, stop it guys!" He responded with a high pitched voice.Â
Y/n playfully smacked his thigh as she giggled, "Well, so this is sorta sad news guys," she began, trying not to look at the comments. "But this will be my last stream for a little bit, just there's been stuff that came up and it's no longer safe for me to stream. I would go more in depth but again, for our safety I can't really say why."Â
She held back tears as she glanced over to her comments, fans practically panicking.Â
'what?! noooo :('Â
'omg what happened?!'Â
'nauuur! I look forward to your streams :,('
Y/n gulped, holding back tears as she read the comments. "Yeah guys, it's only temporary," she sighed, Sam holding her hand as he laced his fingers with hers. "But it's just to ensure safety for me and my loved ones, it's only until this problem goes away guys. I just gotta say, I love you guys, you guys give me purpose and I'm so thankful for that, so I hope you guys understand."
She weakly smiled, reading the many comments of support and touched by their kindness.Â
"Well with that guys, I'm just gonna end it here," she sighed, leaning towards her computer. "See you guys, hopefully soon." She blew a kiss into the camera before cutting the stream off.Â
She let out a sigh as she sat back down in her chair, a creak emitting from it. Y/n looked over to Sam, who offered her a smile as he rubbed his free hand on top of hers.Â
"You okay?" he asked her, furrowing his brows as worry coated his voice.Â
She nodded weakly, "I will be," she replied. "I just hate to stop streaming, I really want this stupid stalker to like chill the fuck out." She groaned as she rubbed her face.Â
"I'm sure it won't be long," Sam tried to comfort her. "I mean he hasn't been around for a while." Sam shrugged.Â
Y/n couldn't help but stare off into the ceiling, taking Sam's words sink in, "That's true," she mumbled. "I've had stalkers before, but they were never this bad." She emphasized.Â
Sam understood her frustration, he knew streaming was everything to her. She worked hard to please her fans, streaming every other night practically. He loved that about her, how caring she was and worked for her fans even when days weren't as good to her.Â
"Well let's get some sleep, okay?" Sam patted her thigh, standing up from his seat.Â
Y/n groaned, throwing her head back, "This feels so weird," She grumbled, mimicking Sam's movements and walking towards their bedroom. "Are you still going to that haunted hospital or whatever?" She asked him, removing her sweatpants and sweatshirt.Â
"Yeah, but I can always stay here with you if you want," Sam answered, watching her movements. "I can always reschedule it." He offered.Â
Y/n threw on one of Sam's t-shirts, jumping into bed next to him, "No, no, I'll be okay," She declined, stabilizing her head onto her hand. "I don't want you to disappoint your fans, plus the cameras you installed really give me a lot more comfort." She smiled, her heart warmed by his gesture.Â
"Are you sure? I-I just don't know how I feel about leaving you here all alone." Sam sighed, pulling her close to his chest.Â
"Yes, I'm sure sam." She laughed a bit, laying her head onto his chest. She listened to his heart beat against her ear, she breathed in deeply before looking up at sam. "I love you, you know that?" She whispered to him.Â
Sam smiled down at her, placing his finger under her chin as he pulled her into a kiss. "I love you more." He whispered back, pecking her on her forehead.Â
The next day, she watched as Sam packed various equipment into his bags. But he wouldn't stop pestering her about his offer, her refusing it every time.Â
"Okay, baby I will call you when I land, i'll check the cameras often, oh, and update me every like hour," Sam commanded, his suitcase in hand as his backpack strapped to his back. "I don't care if you think it's annoying, I just need to make sure you're okay."Â
Y/n laughed at his demands, kissing him on the cheek, "I promise, but youre gonna have to worry about Colby in about two seconds cause it looks like he's gonna drag you away." She joked, pointing at Colby in the car.Â
Sam sighed, "Heâll be fine," He rolled his eyes playfully. "Okay, I love you like a million, please be careful, okay? Lock all the doors and keep the windows locked, I'll call Celina or someone to come and keep you company." He suggested, landing a quick peck on her lips.Â
"Alright, love you too," She chuckled, embracing him into a long hug. "Okay, okay, now you have a safe trip okay? And make sure Colby brings you back in one piece." She joked.Â
She watched as Sam ran towards the car, looking back every few steps as he blew her kisses. She noticed Colby rolling his eyes, impatient as is.Â
Y/n sighed as she locked the door, making her way to the living room. She dropped down onto the couch as she exhaled a breath. She looked down on her phone, deciding to check up on her socials.Â
She was surprised by the sheer amount of support she received, fans encouraging her. She smiled at the many comments, her smile soon fading away as she looked at the random drama article of hers.Â
Streamer Y/N L/N, goes on break cause of STALKER?!Â
She rolled her eyes, of course they're trying to profit on her vulnerability. She threw her phone down onto the pillows, standing up onto her feet as she made her way towards the kitchen. She figured she could distract herself and make something to eat. Usually when she was bored she would stream, but for obvious reasons she couldn't cure her boredom at that moment.Â
After she had made some dinner, she turned on one of her favorite shows. She decided a few episodes wouldn't hurt to catch up on, resting her head onto a few pillows as stared at the screen.Â
A season and a half in, she heard her phone ding. She picked it up, letting the phone turn on and the message displayed on her screen.Â
sam:Â
just landed! How are things over there?
Y/n started typing out her answer, trying not to make it sound depressing as it felt.Â
y/n:
great, i'm just watching some of my shows right now :)
It didn't take long for the phone to ding again, Sam's response delivered onto her phone screen yet again.Â
sam:
sounds good
Do you want some company? I could send Jake or even Celina over
y/n:
I think i'll be okay for now
I prolly will be up for a while anyway so i'll let you know
sam:
okay, be safe babeÂ
I love you 300 million tons baby!!!
Y/n smiled at the text, seeming to miss her boyfriend even more now.Â
y/n:
well I love you 300.01 million tons!
She shut off her phone, tossing it back to where it last was. She blankly stared into the TV screen as she tried to focus on the show. Her eyes began to grow heavy, slowly beginning to grow more tired.Â
It didn't take long before she found herself sleeping on the couch, the random show adding as a background noise.
She awoke from her sleep, hearing her phone buzzing next to her. She fluttered her eyes, looking outside at the now dark night that had overtaken the evening sun as she slept.Â
She groaned as she picked up her phone, Sam's name displaying on her screen with his photo on it. She mentally cursed herself for falling asleep, forgetting to update Sam. Y/n slid the answer button, bringing the phone up to her ear.Â
"Hey, sorry I fell asl-." But before she could answer, Sam cut her off with panic in his voice.Â
"Babe, Babe?! Are you okay?" Sam frantically asked. "Where are you right now?" He added, panic rising in his voice.Â
Y/n furrowed her brows, confused on why he had begun panicking over not updating him on her whereabouts.Â
"I'm just home, in the living room right now." She sighed, rubbing her eyes out of her tired state.Â
"Okay, okay, please tell me you locked all the doors and windows," Sam sternly replied.Â
Y/n stood up, noticing the TV had still been blaring. "Yeah, I locked the front door when you left and the backdoor had been locked, what's going on sam, you're really freaking me out." She grumbled.Â
"Y/n, please listen to me very carefully," Sam began, shaking in his voice. She heard him talk to another person in the back, something about a ride to the airport. "Go to our bathroom, and lock the door, please baby." He panted, hearing a car door shut in the background as he began to run.Â
Y/n just was more confused, but complied with his instructions. She began walking towards their bedroom, but froze when she heard a sound from downstairs. The sound of glass shattering echoed from the home.Â
She sprinted towards the bedroom, locking the door and entering the bathroom connected to it. She swiftly locked the bathroom door, backing away as she tried to cover her heavy breathing.Â
She forgot she was on a call with Sam, faintly hearing his loud shouts for her. She brought the phone back to her ear, barely stabilized in her shaking hand.Â
"Y/n!? y/n!? What happened?! Y/n, please answer me!" Sam shouted, calling out for her. "Was that glass breaking?!" He called out.Â
"Y-Yeah, I just heard someone fucking break a window or something downstairs," Y/n whispered into the phone. "Sam, I-I'm scared." Her voice cracked as tears began to spill onto her cheeks.Â
Sam cursed a bit in the background, "Fuck, itâs gonna be okay baby, I promise." His voice shook, distressed as he felt hopeless in this situation. "Colby called the police so they should be over there any moment, just stay there and don't make a sound, okay?" He informed her.Â
Before y/n could respond, she heard faint heavy footsteps make their way up towards the stairs. It seemed as if he had stopped at the end of the staircase, in front of the living room.
"Sam, I-I think he's upstairs," Y/n sobbed softly. "Iâm so fucking scared, Sam." She whimpered out.
Sam cursed yet again on the other side, clearly frustrated and worried. "It's gonna be okay, Colby's still on the line with the cops, they said 5 more minutes, okay? Just don't say anything, it's g-gonna be okay." She heard Sam's frustrated sniffs as his voice cracked.Â
Slowly, the footsteps became louder. They thudded with each step, slowly making their way towards the locked bedroom. Y/n felt hot tears stream down her hot cheeks, her heart pumping as if she ran a marathon.Â
But then the footsteps stopped at the door to the bedroom. She listened carefully, her ears perking up to every sound. 5 minutes will feel like eternity. She listened as the door handle started jiggling to their bedroom, with a frustrated man's voice as he kicked the door once, then twice and with a loud crack as it swung and hit the wall.
She let out a scared squeal, Sam still shouting for her on the other side. She didn't dare to move, still intently listening as the man rustled around the room, trying to find something or someone.Â
She could practically feel her heart beating out of her chest, feeling nothing but pure fear as the man began stepping closer to the bathroom door.Â
Y/n found it odd when the man knocked. She didn't answer, letting yet another tear slip out of her eye. But she found it even more odd that he slipped a piece of paper under the door, seemingly blank.Â
Y/n prayed that the police would arrive any moment, rescue her from this nightmare. But mostly wanting Sam to be there for her, to protect her.Â
She shut her eyes, bringing the phone to her ear again. Sam kept calling out for her, freaking out. "Sam, If something happens, I-I love y-you okay?" She sniffed softly as she whispered softly into the phone.Â
"Y/n, don't say that! You're gonna make it just a little long-" as Sam was about to finish his sentence, the door cracked just like the one in the bedroom.Â
She jumped, tears spilling as she let out a sob. Just as quickly as he opened the bedroom door, the door ricocheted against the wall. She felt herself shake like a leaf as her back pressed up against the bathtub, watching intently as everything moved very slowly.Â
The background noise of Sam's voice and everything else drowned as she heard her heart beating, eyes glued to the broken door. The man slowly stepped closer inside the bathroom, turning his head very menacingly.
The masked man creeped into the bathroom, the glimmer of a blade in his hand. She let out a sob as she turned her head away, shutting her eyes shut as she prayed it was a nightmare she woke awake from.
She could practically feel his breath on her face, now kneeling in front of her. His hand at first moved to her face, tracing his fingers on her wet skin but then moving his attention to the phone clutched in her hand. He scoffed as he snatched the phone out of her hand, bringing it to his ear.Â
"Y/n? Y/n?! answer me, please." Sam begged on the other line.Â
"She's unavailable at the moment." The man's deep voice rang out in the bathroom.Â
"Dont you dare fucking touch her," Sam spat through the phone, gripping onto his phone with anger. "I swear to God, I will fucking kill you." He growled.Â
The man chuckled a bit, amused by his threats, "Well, I don't see you anywhere." He laughed.Â
Before Sam could give an answer, the man hung up the phone and set it down onto the counter. He turned back ever so slowly to her, staring down at the floor to avoid eye contact with her stalker.Â
He kneeled back down, looking at her as she cried.Â
"You're much prettier than I expected," He laughed, running his finger on a strand of her hair. "Don't be scared, only brought this if your little boyfriend would get in the way." He smirked under his mask, tilting the knife.Â
As y/n froze up, tensing under his touch, she heard the loud sirens pulling closer to her house. The red and blue lights filling up the room, causing the man to jolt up and look at her one last time.Â
"This isn't over." He mumbled, running out of the bathroom.Â
With him gone, she let out a sob as it rang throughout her body. She covered her face, trying to calm down and reassure herself it was all over.Â
Y/n heard the shouts of a police officer, warning the man to get down. She heard frantic footsteps run down the hall, afraid it was the man again.Â
But instead it was a female officer, her gun drawn out and a flashlight shining onto y/n's face. She lowered her weapon, turning to her shoulder as she spoke through the walkie.Â
"Are you y/n?" She kneeled down to her level.Â
Y/n nodded, "Y-Yes." she let out.
The officer reached for her hand, helping her up. Y/n's legs shook as she stumbled forward slightly, apologizing as she straightened herself up.Â
"It's okay, you have no need to apologize." She reassured, beginning to walk her out of the bathroom.Â
"T-That paper, he slid it under the door when I was locked in h-here." She pointed with trembling hands.Â
The officer nodded, kneeling as she lifted the paper. Y/n couldn't help but peek at the paper, curiosity eating at her.Â
From what it looked like, it was a love note as he declared his love for her. The officer's face retorted into a one with disgust, hiding it quickly from y/n.Â
"This will be put into evidence, my other officer will take you down to question you," She informed y/n, letting one of the other officers grab her arm and lead her down the hall.Â
Y/n's eyes wandered to the broken bits of wood that was flown across the room, their bedroom in complete disarray. She noticed that the same knife he had carried was now lodged into the broken door that hung loosely on the hinges, on the door was a picture of her and sam. Sam's face was scribbled on, with a few profanities scratched around.Â
Y/n felt sick to her stomach, unable to hold back tears as she trembled down the hall. The street was filled with cop cars, neighbors coming out to investigate the commotion. She spaced out, deep into thought as the police officer's informed her about the break in.Â
Y/n simply nodded, still in shock. Then she noticed a figure run up to her, Sam. She felt tears spilling out again and a wave of relief washed over her as she watched him sprint towards her, hugging her as he panted and sobbed into her hair.Â
"Thank fucking god," Sam cried, rubbing her hair as she trembled in his arms. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. I should've never left you alone." He cried, stroking her hair as he comforted her.Â
She peaked over his shoulder, the flashes of blue and red covered the streets. She watched as the officers handcuffed the now revealed man as his mask had been removed, pushing him into the back of the cop car. Y/n quickly looked away, determined not to be afraid of him any longer. As long as she had Sam, she was safe.Â
She didn't say anything, soaking his sweatshirt with her tears. He didn't let go of her, talking to the police as they interrogated him to find the story.
"Hey, can we do this another time?" Sam snapped, holding y/n as she rested her head onto his chest. "I would love to answer your questions, but she's been through a lot and I need her to rest." He sighed, stroking her hair softly.Â
The officer understood, handing him a card. They thanked them for their time, getting into the car as they sped away. Y/n sniffled, gripped onto Sam's arms tightly, as if he would leave again.Â
"You guys can stay at my place for the meantime," Colby offered. "I know your house is sort of a crime scene right now, and your doors are completely wrecked. I have the space." He added.Â
Sam nodded, thanking his best friend. Y/n hasn't said anything to Sam, still traumatized from her experience. She sat silent in the car, holding onto Sam's hand tightly as they drove. Sam couldnât help but glance at her, guilt building up inside him.Â
When they had finally reached Colby's house, Sam followed y/n around. He was so afraid to leave her side again, y/n was comforted by his presence but she knew he had blamed himself for it.Â
Y/n laid on the bed, glancing at her phone as she looked at the many articles about her. She frowned at the media article, turning off her phone when she noticed Sam enter the room. Sam jumped into the bed, letting out a deep breath as he stared up for a moment.Â
"It's not your fault sam," Y/n began, causing Sam to avert his gaze to her. "If anything, I'm glad you weren't there, you didn't see what I saw." She added, looking over to him.Â
"Y/n-" Sam started, but was ultimately cut off by y/n.
"No Sam, don't blame yourself, I told you to go," her voice cracked, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. "He would've hurt you, o-or killed you." She let out a sob.Â
Sam didn't say anything, pulling her into his chest as she let out tears. He whispered to her that everything's gonna be okay, kissing her head as he petted her hair.
"T-There wasn't much you could do, Sam," She whispered, sniffing. "He came there to hurt you, you did the right thing to call the cops." She commented, looking up at her boyfriend.Â
Sam half smiled down at her, "I know, just I wish I was there to protect you, I'm sorry." He mumbled, sniffing back tears.Â
She smiled, placing her palm onto his face. "It's okay Sam, I'm okay," She reassured. "I have you around me to protect me now." She shushed softly.Â
Sam nodded, reaching for her hand off his face. "It's all over," He sighed. "That's all that matters, you're safe."Â
Sam wrapped his arms around her, her head pressed against his chest as she listened to his heart beat gently against her ear. It didn't take long for her to finally rest, his scent and gentle heartbeat to soothe her to sleep.Â
"I'm never leaving you ever again." Sam whispered to her, kissing her head.Â
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hey guys, thanks for reading!
so now for my question, I want to know if you guys would like smut from me. I have a few works saved, but I'm so nervous that you guys wouldn't like it so please please PLEASE let me know if its something you'd like :)
thanks for your attention!
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Iâm so sorry that youâre getting hate. and Iâll make sure to reblog your works more to make sure you feel the appreciation you deserve!
but, if you donât mind, Iâd like to ask for a request! Headcannons with Izana, Mikey, and Kisaki that have a photo of their darling on there desk, but when their secretary comes in to the office to hand them paperwork but knock down the photo in the process on purpose. the secretary obviously has a distaste for you being their lover so how would they react to it?
I love a jealous bitch. You just make things a little more interesting for Darling and their man. also this borders on a hyper specific scenario and i hate those so please if you have a fic idea try writing it yourself
TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW, JEALOUSY, TOXIC BEHAVIOR, MURDER MENTION, NSFW
Yandere!Izana Kurokawa
Let that bitch secretary of his stick around because he knows she makes you insecure. No joke, he really does let her act out how she wants because he wants to keep you in check.
Izana will allow her to flirt with him in front of you, maybe even give you some attitude and practically lets her roam around his office flaunting her goods because he wants you to feel bothered and belittled.
He's basically saying; "Look at what I can have and feel blessed I still choose you." without ever saying it.
But he knows he's pushing it and never lets her do anything further than those few things. In fact he treats very coldly if he's alone with her. He only goes out of his way to be nice when you're watching.
Truth is, he can't stand her. Hates her perfume, hates the way she looks, hates the way she speaks. She's only good for one things and that's keeping you in line he doesn't need or want her for anything else.
Then one day, she got cocky, one day she really fucked up. "Oops, knocked over your wife's picture. But it's fine sir, you don't really want to be looking at her when you have me right~?"
After that you never see her at the office again. Her replacement is actually a man hired by Kakucho, who went out of his way to find a proper replacement because he pitied you.
"My old secretary? She got too comfortable. I don't need an annoying woman like that. Now come over here and thank me for my kindness."
Yandere!Manjiro Sano (AKA Mikey)
Hates that bitch but can't get rid of her. Apparently everyone in the office has had a taste and his underlings convince him that's good for morale. Also she does her work well enough and he can ignore her.
He kidnapped you, robbed you of all your autonomy. He didn't go through all that trouble to just have some cheap whore when he already has you.
But then you keep trying to hold out on him, you're not breaking even though he loves you and on the bad advice of probably Sanzu he tries to use her to make you jealous.
Lets her flirt and even flirts back in front of you, just because he wants to know you still care. At one point you loved him, maybe its still there?
But you're a brick wall, maybe even amused by his antics. And he just goes back to despising her, because she's not you. Not your hair, not your smile, not your smell. She's fucking wrong wrong wrong wrong.
The unfortunate thing is that she's gotten ballsy. She thinks she has a shot, even though he was just trying to use her to get at you. This bitch actually defiled your picture by pushing it out of the way and Mikey...
He sees red. He doesn't like hitting women, maybe that was just the little bit of honor left in him, but he can kill this pig with his bare hands and not even flinch.
Mikey doesn't hear her screams, her begs or even her sorrys when its all said and done. Just a bloody pummled mess on the floor.
Maybe she can be good for something because he calls you into his office and makes you watch his men clean up her corpse and get rid of it. Just as a reminder of how much he loves. And what he's still capable of.
Yandere!Kisaki Tetta
He hates her. You're his whole world and perfect Darling. He showers you every day in affection that he only gives to you and she thinks she has a place?
Kisaki had hired her as a favor to business partner. His eldest daughter. And to keep good morale and images with this other company he gave her a job.
Don't worry, he was going to bleed that company dry and toss her out on her ass when he was done ruining her family's name. She was just a pawn, but you are everything.
But all that doesn't make her obvious attempts at winning him over any easier. Her father probably had sent her to seduce him and probably take your place as his new wife.
The thought makes him want to puke. As if that ugly cow has anything on you, the reason he lives and breaths and conquers the very business world.
You don't even know about the games this Secretary is playing because he doesn't need you to worry you're perfect pretty head about it. This is his problem and he will handle it when the time comes.
But that happens sooner than later when she DEFILES your image by accidentally knocking your photo into the trash. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. I was only putting it where I thought it belonged~"
Well Kisaki was a patient man, but if it was time for action... Her father's company is destroyed, her family name ruined with scandal and defamation, and her corpse was somewhere floating all alone in the ocean.
And you were at home with Kisaki suddenly planning a surprise vacation. "You deserve it, Honey. I just want to spend some time with you."
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question of the day: who would fall the hardest if they ever fell in love?
well... i've got 4 candidates in mind, and i think... (1/4)
miles g. morales â guilty of falling hard for you.
summary: miles morales always struck you as an apathetic guy, one who wouldn't particularly take relationships too seriously; until you both fell for each other, you realized... he did indeed fall for you, but he fell hard, way, way too hard for you. pairing: miles 42 x gn!reader genre: fluff !!
miles g. morales was, to you, such a cold, apathetic guy who always looked calm and composed in everything he did. he seemed like a guy that, you believed, wouldn't care too much if he was in a relationshipâthat he would put himself before his significant other; though you didn't have any evidence to back it up, save for how distant he seemed to you at first. but oh, were you wrong.
miles g. morales wasn't really all that insensitive as you thought when you got to know him, in factâhe was more sensitive to your thoughts, needs, and wants more than any other boy had ever been for you. it took a while, but the longer you spent around him, the more obvious was the fact that he truly, truly cared about you, from the bottom of his heart.
miles g. morales was the boy who'd stay after class, waiting for your class to finish so he could meet up with you and just be around you. ask him to explain why he's always risking his ass getting scolded for loitering outside your classroom, he can't give you one straight answer. "we had free time", "i had no where else to go", "i... left a pencil in that classroom. yeah."
miles g. morales would never admit to your face that he does indeed stare at you sometimes when you're not looking. whenever he sits close to you in class, be it behind, next to, or diagonally across to youâhe always finds every angle of you to be a perfect angle to stare at and admire. don't be mad that he's looking, though, he can't help himself; you're way too mesmerizing for him to handle.
miles g. morales whose sketchpad gradually became a book full of... you in it. it started off as simple, small doodles of you; little cartoony you's that he found adorable and kept drawing when he wasn't focusing on anything else. but as time went by, he found himself focusing on you and your features more and more, almost as if he couldn't rip his gaze away from you.
miles g. morales had also noticed that whenever you speak, he hangs on to every word you say. he thought it would've creeped you out at first, how he can remember all the little details you'd tell him when you're telling him about something that happened in your day or how he remembers all the names of your pets, friends, favorite restaurants, favorite bands and artistsâhe hangs on to every word you utter, and he can't help it; your voice is just too tantalizingly sweet and attractive that he can't not listen to every word you speak.
miles g. morales was the boy who would use his intimidating appearance to his advantage and defend you against assholes who wouldn't take 'no' from you for an answer. he'd stare them down and glare at them, remind them for you that you said 'no', and if they didn't get the message the first time... they'll have to get through him to get to you. "i'm not gonna back down just because they're bigger than me, because i don't fear them. i don't fear them because, for all their brawn, they sure don't have any brains. and whatever happens after, i'll make sure you don't get in trouble; i'll shoulder the fault. i'd do this for you, every time."
miles g. morales would never wish to get in trouble or have beef with anyone else, but if it was you that others were bothering, then he'd willingly do everything he can to keep you safe and unbothered. he doesn't care what happens to him, so long as you stay safe, so long as it isn't your face being beaten in. you insist he shouldn't do these things for you, but... he can't help it. to picture you in danger makes his heart feel heavy; to get rid of that heaviness, he does these things for you, because he... he loves you.
miles g. morales doesn't dream at night, or at least didn't dream for a long whileâor maybe he did and just forgets what he dreamt of the previous nightâbut when you two became much closer friends, he began to see glimpses and images of you in his dreams. in his wildest dreams, he was able to tell you in all kinds of scenarios that he felt weird around youâa good kind of weird. he'd feel a kind of warmth in his chest, accompanied by the pitter-pattering of his heart when your eyes lock with his, and he feels this urge in the corners of his lips to smile widely when you smile up at him. and, he'd never tell you this, but... in those dreams, he'd tell you how he really feels, and you'd teach him how to handle those feelings by placing your hands on either sides of his cheeks and pulling him close to your faceâyour nose feeling so soft against his own when your noses brush togetherâand with the feeling of your hot breath against his own lips... he wakes up.
miles g. morales wakes up to the reality that you probably only see him as a very good friend, a friend you used to think wouldn't care about those who love him but was proven very, very wrong. the friendship bracelet you made for him sits there by his nightstand, next to a cutely frame photo of the two of you at your birthday party. you designed that photo frame for him, and despite how a guy like him probably wouldn't care for cute things... he finds comfort and solace in a bit of cuteness in his life; he just wishes he could express that to you, you, who is cuteness personified. he wears that friendship bracelet every dayâand wears it proudly. he doesn't hide it under his sleeve nor tuck it away when you're not looking; he's always got it on and shows it off by just having it on him. he loves having mementos of you on him, it gives him a feeling he hasn't had in a long time... and he hopes that, by some miracle, you'd feel that feeling for him, too.
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This Insidious Dawn is a dark fantasy IF wherein you play as a vampire, employed under the clandestine League of the Third God to hunt down anything -- everything - that does not belong in this world. But you do not belong here either, Warden. Demo tba.
⌠SYNOPSIS
The League saved you. Rewrote your life- gave you a chance to be more than a bloodstarved vampyr. Or did they?
You remember nothing of your past before the League; nothing but blood and indescribable agony, nothing but the thrumming of your heart stilling- and then beginning again, stilted and wrong. That was over a decade ago, the memories now faint and the connection quivering. They've been replaced, overwritten by years of blades clashing, body aches, and hollow hunger.
You started out weak. Starving, skin-and-bones, desperate for any reprieve you could get your hands on. Now, you're strong, each hunt -- each cut - giving you just enough energy to keep your worn body going. Some people would call it cruel, to keep a sentient being on the edge of death. Most people, though, would say that you're a vampire, so you hardly count as sentient.
Regardless of the morality of it, the method was effective. You were one of -- no, the most - efficient Warden the League had to offer.
And then a hunt went wrong. And now you're dead. But- a vampire (no, not a vampire; a vampyr) can never truly die. So you're back. But is it really you?
⌠FEATURES
â Customize your Warden. Appearance, gender, pronouns, and personality are all up to your choices as the player.
â This is a psychological horror first and foremost. It will have themes of dehumanization and derealization, amongst others. CWs will be offered.
â A character-driven plot where your choices impact the story.
â A cast of four consisting of The Acolyte, The Commander, The Savior, and The Forgotten, any of which you can optionally romance no matter your Warden's gender.
⌠CAST
â THE ACOLYTE
As with any vampire, you are accompanied by an acolyte to keep you in check and ensure that your hunts go well- as well as to mend any Gorges that riftspawn might crawl out of. Constantine Nimecidus fills this role, in your case (ae/aer). Ae is sharp-tongued, with a chronic lack of patience towards the people and world around aer, and can come across as snappy or rude. In other instances still, aer sarcastic, dry, and often untimely humor can offer a quick relief from the tension of any situation- or make it several times worse. Despite aer casual, laidback nature in the face of most events, ae places utmost importance on aer job, and quickly becomes intense whenever ae feels as if ae or aer position are being in any way threatened. You've spent years going on hunts with aer at this point, but the connection has never transcended the necessary 'I save you, you save me' exchange. Ae seems wary of you.
Constantine is a bit shorter than most, standing at 5'3. Ae has broad shoulders and hips, and is thickset with both muscle and fat. Aer amber skin is dappled with symmetrical pale patches, especially prevalent around aer eyes and mouth, and the lack of pigmentation has bled into aer hair in some spots, giving the dark auburn eye-catching streaks of white. Said hair is curly and cut shorter along the sides than the back is, and ae spends an awful lot of time preening it. Aer eyes are a striking, slightly luminescent bronze, and aer pupils appear instead of black as molten gold, shifting slightly in color to match aer emotions at any given moment. Ae has full lips and slightly upturned, monolid eyes. Ae favors shades of brown, tan, and orange in aer outfit, and ae near-constantly dons a rich red capelet with fur trimming around the hood.
â THE COMMANDER
Ex-commander of the Serpent's Guard-turned vampire. You'd personally never had a run-in with Alvaros Vepir until just recently (he/him). He's gruff, jaded, and withdrawn- exactly what you'd expect out of the man who gave his life for his queen only to nearly die (again) for it. It's hard to say, though, how much of his time as the commander he truly remembers. Alvaros is a poet's dream, the hero in an epic-turned-tragedy. He keeps everybody at arm's length, never allowing them to learn more than what the stories and theatrics tell of him. This is especially true of you- the vampire who was sent to reign him in, turn him from a rogue vampyr into a soldier of the League. Despite his emotional avoidance of you, though, he seems quite interested in you. Maybe it's the fact you're one of the few to have bested him in combat. Maybe it's just that 'vampiric charm' that old legends tell about (but that never seems to work outside of fights). Maybe it's because he remembers you.
Alvaros is intimidating in every manner. He stands at 6'4, his whole body is lean and scarred, and the black sclerae encircling dark green irises certainly does him no favors in lessening the effect. Before you were dispatched to retrieve him, you couldn't have said what he looked like; as the commander, he'd worn the veil regular of high-ranking members of the Serpent's Ring, leaving nothing but the back of his head exposed. Now, you know of his face well enough that you could probably recognize him in a crowd. With fawn skin dotted by freckles, hooded eyes, and a distinctive hooked nose, Alvaros is exactly what one would expect of a native of southern Ghel- save for his hair. Instead of the expected brown or black, his hair is a muddy blonde, and it has slight waves that turn into full curls at the tips. He maintains it short, never reaching past his chin. His face is scarred (his everything is, really), with a particularly nasty gash reaching from his left eyebrow down to his right jaw. It just barely misses his right eye.
â THE SAVIOR
An acolyte? You think so, anyways. Suri Revlece is the woman who saved you (she/her). You don't know whether or not she's even with the League, but she certainly looks like an acolyte. You don't know what she was doing there, either, but she seems willing to answer any of your questions while you recover- as long as they aren't personal. She's kind enough, but seems a little...off. She's finicky, always looking over her shoulder. She's running from something, but she doesn't seem to know what. She appears to believe that she and you have some type of camaraderie, although you've never met. But there's something to be said for the sheer strength of her magic- you've never seen an acolyte's shimmer burn a riftspawn like that. Never seen one with an eye glowing that bright, either. She's an anomaly- one that you're sure the headman at your partner's spire would be more than glad to have amongst their ranks, but then the mere idea of it had her denying it with vehemence. It seems like she has a history with it.
Suri has a mesmerizing look to her. The deep brown of her skin, near-black of her hair, and dark garb are contrasted with bright pops of color. One eye is a brightly glowing orange, the pupil nearly white, and the other is a misty grey, its almond shape deformed by the burn scars warping the left side of her face. That dark hair, braided and reaching down to about her hips, is decorated by light brown and gold beads engraved with runes that seem to serve to channel her magic. Her frame is lanky and she's long-limbed, reaching just above what most would think of as an 'average height', at 5'8. Below a brown leather cloak, more runed jewelry decorates her wrists and fingers, and her hands are tattooed in shades of bronze. The burn upon her face is not the only such injury she has suffered; her palms are burnt the slightest bit, and similar scars wrap around her arms. She has a broad nose and thick heart-shaped lips, and light stubble sits above the top lip.
â THE FORGOTTEN
You don't know who they are anymore. Who are they? (he/they/she)
A shadowy form, the silhouette of a memory. There's something not quite right about them. What have they become?
⌠LINKS
Demo - tba
Other blogs - @azraels-bad-choices (main IF blog) and @a-firsthand-murder-ballad (other project)
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Can you write a fic where Ethan doesnât want to be a Ghostface so he tells reader the truth and they warn the rest of the group then run away together
ethan hasnât killed anyone (cause that would defeat the purpose of him not wanting to be gf) but this is after quinn and anikaâs death. only convenient time for this conversation to take place. also i didn't add running away cause i feel it wouldn't make sense for reader to leave their friends behind durning all this, so maybe anon if you really want that i could possible do a follow up to them having a happy life.
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âi- i have something to tell you.â ethan whispered in your ear, drawing your attention away from your anxious friends. you were gonna prompt him to tell you, but when you say the worry on his face you excused the both of you.
sliding into the bathroom with ethan on your heels, you sat on the edge of the tub while ethan leaned his weight against the door. âwhatâs wrong?â noting how ethan kept his eye to his feet, hands twisting below his stomach.
âwhat iâm about to tell you⊠just know i was forced to be apart of because of my family. things would have been worse if i- i just hope you can forgive me.â ethan finally looked up and at you. eyes soft and face open, waiting for something.
you shifted a little, worried whatever he says crosses your morals. âokay⊠but only if you actually tell me what it is.â
âokay,â he took a deep breath then said, âmy family is ghostface.â
you froze, âiâm sorry, what?â keeping your voice composed, miraculously.
âmy- my dad, sister and i. weâre related to richie, the guy sam killed in woodsboro last year. my dad is detective bailey and my sister is-â âquinn.â putting those two pieces together.
you waved your hands around for a moment, âwait, so quinn didnât die yesterday? only anika? then who was ghostface? were- were you the one who-â âno! no, i wasnât. it- it was my dad.â
ethan took two steps closer in his rush to correct you and you couldnât hide the faint flinch it produced, but you saw his face fall. ethan noticed that youâve become afraid of him. âmy- my dad wanted it to be me, but i was enjoying my night and didnât want to leave.â
that caused your heart to stutter, in the good developing a fat crush on a boy kind of way. you and ethan were having a study date at a diner two blocks from campus, and it seemed sweet when he phrased it that way but then your mind started turning.
âwait, was i just an alibi? if you went through with it, i would have defended a murder to my friends. what the fuck, ethan?â standing to your feet, face getting warm with heat. heart thumping at this alternate outcome.
"i know, i know. yes. you were designed to be my alibi, but I never fully wanted to be a part of all this, i only joined at first cause my whole family was a wreck after my brother died. my hands are free of blood but my conscious is pooling with guilt, that's why i'm telling you this so then we can then warn the others. i trust you the most out of everyone."
ethan took a step closer and instead of flinching or moving back, you stood your ground keeping a keen eye on him. "you swear you've had no part in anything so far? cause i can't trust or defend you if there is a drop of blood on your hands." staring up at him with pleading, hopeful eyes.
with this new information you didn't want to mistake him for a nerdy, shy good guy. but the ethan you know is the shy (flushing whenever chad tried to wingman him to you or any girl), a little nerdy (whiling to go into film debates with mindy when she was in a trusting mood) and he was genuinely a good, sweet guy. he'd always walk you home when it was dark outside, he'd buy you food or drinks whenever you're together for hours, and he'd always uplift you; complimenting you from your accomplishments to how you looked that day. that's the ethan landry you've gotten to know the past six months, you don't want to lose him.
his whiskey-brown eyes danced around, pinballing over the place. his tongue peeking out to wet his plush pink lips, your eyes followed the action. you felt his hand bump into your own, looking down to see him linking your pinkies together.
"i swear i have done no harm to anyone. when everything started to feel real i knew this wasn't the healthy decision, it's not worth losing everything i've gained. this group is more of a family to me and- and i don't want to lose you because of a revenge fantasy." brows pinching and eyes changing to a doe expression.
âwhat- what are you⊠what about your actual family? would they kill you or disown you? doesnât- doesnât that bother you in anyway?â watching how ethanâs face didnât change, just a simple shrug in response.
âit doesnât matter. nothing matters but this, so no it doesnât bother me⊠completely.â bringing his free hand to your cheek, cupping your apple and rubbing at the growing dark circles. ethan leaned his head closer, âi mean it when i donât want to lose you. i want to get the opportunity to build a future with you, get our degrees, take you out on dates and so much further down the line.â
âiâd- iâd like that tooâŠâ trailing off as you both leaned in and locked lips. hand reaching out to grasp onto the hem of ethanâs shirt, pinkies curling tighter, with ethan treating you like a fine piece of china. if this werenât such a dire situation you would happily indulge further, but you kept it short and sweet before being the first to lean away.
ârun away with me,â ethan sighed against your wet lips. your eyes fluttered open to see his dream stare. âcan- can we do that?â
âafter.â silently agreeing to flee with ethan, âbut after all this. we canât leave our friends behind and youâll help us have the upper hand.â making a move to the bathroom door.
you pulled ethan behind you and brought the both of you back to the living room. all eyes turned to you and ethan, having been gone for almost ten minutes now.
âwere you two making out? seriously? now?â mindy complained with an eye roll. you deadpanned her with a simple, âyes and, ethan has something to share will all of you.â stoned eyes melting into honey as you urged him on, âyou can do this.â giving his hand a comforting squeeze.
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I was scrolling through instagram and came across that one scene of Kurapika repeatedly punching Chrollo while on route to make the trade off with the phantom troupe, a scene that though is not canon in the manga nor 2011 anime, is in hxh 1999. I went to the comments to see what others had to say on this addition, and was disheartened to find many fans unanimously coming to the agreement, especially because of this particular scene, that the main difference between Kurapika's characterization in 1999 vs. 2011 is that he's fundamentally "more childish" or "isn't able to keep his anger repressed as well"; rhetoric that I personally couldnât disagree with more, respectfully.
I must say, they are correct about one thing though, in my opinion; Kurapika in the 1999 version is indeed characterized differently. All of the main four are. Its actually one of the main reasons why I prefer hxh 1999 despite not it not being fully accurate to cannon with the addition of several non-canonical scenes and dialogues. Such scenarios looked upon the original narrative given, estimated what would be the missing pieces in between in order to get to the current picture, and then used a combination of both the filler and original cannon to create characters who are consequently much more dynamic than their original counterparts. All the creators have done was really just set off on a proper set of chain of events in the plot to follow their development.
(In short, hxh 1999 is akin to a very well written, cannon compliant, fanficton with a very specific focus on character study through its additional scenes)
This is one of the many reasons why I find this scene particularly meaningful, as it serves as a direct expansion on Kurapika's characterization. Kurapika is the sort to scrutinize every action he makes based on his self imposed moral structure. We see this aspect of him made clear in the hunter exam, in which Leorio asks him if he's really willing to go to the depths it would take to become a blacklist hunter, knowing this fact about him just simply from the way he talked about hunters, and why, he found becoming a hunter just for the money, unjust. Kurapika, in response, assures him, that he will do anything, no matter if he deems it morally impermissible, if it meant to find and enact his revenge on the Spiders. However, when it came time to follow through with his statement, there is an inherent hesitation made or a flat out failure to act upon it. The very first instance of this is seen when it came time for him to kill the prisoner in trick tower so that he may advance past the third phase of the exam, resulting in a further advancement to his goal as quickly as possible.
He flat out refused to do so, despite it being the easiest most logical thing to do. The man was knocked out unconscious after all. And of course, Kurapika did state that he'd be willing to do anything. So then, why didn't he do it?
Because to him, killing in any circumstance is wrong. He creates a moral paradox for himself:
Cause of Revenge= morality->guilt-> duty
Execution of revenge= duty-> abandonment of morality-> guilt
And moreover, he is horribly self aware of this fact. He knows that discarding pieces of morality for the sake of his mission will fundamentally change him. His duty will never bring him peace and he knows it. In fact, it is the opposite, for he knows it will torment him relentlessly to the point in which he either breaks, or instead, he will become apathetic to it all. The later is the result he strives for though, as to follow through with his mission, he needs to be complicit in the face of evil.
But throughout the narrative, time and time again, it is evident that such moral sentiments never leave him. Sure, he works as a body guard for some of the most notorious criminals in the underworld, so rotten that Melody even goes as far to describe them as "devils", but fails to abandon his paradox. For Christ's sake, he even said in this particular version, that he found the sounds of pain Uvogin made while dying to be so abhorrent to the point, he couldnât fathom how Uvo does it does it at; nonetheless without feeling any form of remorse. Kurapika loathes violence so greatly that he feels revolted in partaking in it, even if it is towards the person in which inflicted violence on him first. This displays that, to an extent, he held pity for Uvo, not in the sense that he regrets his actions but in the sense they had to be done at all, yet bares this sin for the sake of his brethren. But at the heart of it, especially since so little was gained for his overall mission, he falls to the gripping weight of his actions due to the breach of morality and it overtakes him for a brief moment.
But afterwards, he must carry on regardless if he likes it or not. He must continue up until the point in which he feels indifference to every morally abhorrent thing he has to do for the sake of his mission. Yet of course, he is not there yet, and because of this it only rightfully expected that his anger would boil over due to his moral turmoil, only for him to retreat in a sort of shame directly after doing so, realizing this part of the cycle he signed up for.
And this is why he rages at Chrollo. It's simply a part of this said cycle.
He punches him repeatedly, not only for the murder of his people, but the choices that he had to make as a result of the slaughter; that he was forced to create this paradox and resort to vengeful duty in which can only be fulfilled by measures of violence. The repeated punches, to me, are not done for the sake of incapacitation or for killing Chrollo (after all he couldn't have as that would mean that Gon and Killua's lives would be lost and it's apparent he'd never allow that) but as to give the biggest "fuck you for being so senselessly violent and cruel that in order for me to enact a properly weighted vengeance for my people that I must become just as senselessly violent, just as senselessly cruel, as you are."
Utilizing violence to mourn against the use of violence; this act is the pinnacle of it. A genius, visual representation of his profound moral conflict created for the audience. This is why this scene was so impactful. This is why this scene was needed.
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Hellooo I have a teeny tiny request: dbf!joel taking readers virginity đđ what do you think? The idea just struck me and i believe this would be soo hot but also cute đł sry iâm just a sucker for intimacy đ
Anyways itâs just an idea, no stress, i love your writing đ
A/N: wheeew, thank you for the request anon! I tried to write Joel a little softer here and it just had me in a mess! I hope this is okay for you and you enjoy it!! Iâm sorry for the delay, honey <3
Summary: Joel was always hanging around your house and your dad, one way or another. You wanted him, and badly. He needed to be your first.
Word Count: 3.9k
Characters: dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader (f)
Warnings: 18+, minors dni! fingering (f receiving), first time reader, unprotected p in v (do better pls), slight praise kink if you squint, age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age, readerâs age not specified)
It was a warm spring day, you were sat in the garden with a beer in your hand; across from you was your dad and his best friend, Joel Miller. Joel was almost a permanent fixture around your house now, he had been in your life for years and it was near impossible to imagine life without him, or how life was before him.Â
He was a handsome man, close to your fatherâs age and admittedly, you had quite the crush on him and had done for a few years. Of course you hadnât acted on it, you didnât want to upset your dad or ruin anything in your life but then there were the lonely nights that you spent alone, your fingers rubbing at your clit frustratedly, never managing to finish, as you imagined the older man taking your virginity. You knew it was wrong but it didnât stop you from fantasising, only now, it seemed to happen more frequently.Â
You smiled as you sipped your beer, your mind wandering as your father and Joel were in deep conversations; occasionally you would throw in a laugh or reply to something either of them said but for the most part, you just enjoyed soaking up their conversations and the late evening sunset.Â
You werenât really sure how you had got to your age and hadnât slept with anyone yet and part of you felt shame that you hadnât, thanks to the throwaway comments from your friends or the way the media portrayed casual sex. You felt inexperienced and the longer you went without it, the feeling of shame and nerves only seemed to grow, you cursed society and your friends for making you feel that way. You had boyfriends previously but the time never felt right for you, and for that, you were proud of your morals and how you stuck to them. A lot of the time, when you didnât put out for a partner, they left you and it was frustrating, and more importantly, hurtful. Still, no one ever felt right, no one ever seemed to compare to Joel in your mind.Â
The sun had fully set by now, your dad and Joel were still arguing back and forth about something trivial and you laughed fondly as you watched them two of them. You had gone inside and to get a blanket which was now wrapped around your shoulders, the chill of the evening not effecting you.Â
âSweetpea, Iâm gonna head inside and get some rest. Thank you for a lovely day and night.â Your dad spoke to you, fully addressing you. You smiled into his side as he gave you a brief hug and kissed the top of your head.Â
âYou okay to see yourself out? Youâre more than welcome to stay the night. Y/N can setup the pullout for you!â Your dad offered to Joel.Â
âIâll finish up my beer and see how I feel after, thanks bud. Iâll see you in a couple days, at the bar, if I donât end up staying. Thanks again.â Joel spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.Â
âDonât catch a cold.â Your dad said, peering down at you when he felt you shiver. âI love you, sweetheart.âÂ
âI love ya too, dad. Iâm fine. Goodnight.â You called to him as he closed the patio door behind him.Â
A silence fell between the two of you, you placed your bottle onto the garden table and looked up to the sky, stars were slowly starting to twinkle in the eveningâs dusk and you sighed.Â
âWhatâs up, princess?â Joel asked, he often called you various pet names but that one always hit differently.Â
âWhat does sex feel like?â You asked nonchalantly.Â
Joel spluttered on his mouthful of beer and placed it down, clearing his throat. âHas your daddy not had the chat with you?â
âWell duh, of course he has but he hasnât exactly told me what it feels like.â You huffed frustratedly, now looking at Joel.Â
âI uh, I donât know how to answer that question, really.â Joel admitted quietly. âHave you, uh, have you not?â His question tailed off as you shook your head in response.Â
âNope.â You hugged again, wrapping the blanket tighter round you. âCanât even manage to cum when I touch myself either.âÂ
Joel shifted in his seat, somewhere in his mind he pictured you laid out on your bed, your fingers buried deep in yourself with a frown as you tried to work yourself to release. He pushed those thoughts deep down and shook his head.Â
âWell itâs different for guys, princess. A lot easier.â He shrugged, hoping you would drop the conversation.Â
âYeah but youâve obviously had sex with women!â You said casually.Â
âObviously.â Joel retorted.Â
âExactly, so like, you know how to make them cum unless, Joel Miller, youâre openly admitting you donât know how to please a woman.â You laughed.Â
âI know how to please a woman!â He defended. âPlenty of women, and I ainât ever had complaints.âÂ
âShow me.â
It was a throwaway comment, the beers you had consumed flowed through your veins and made your lips a little looser than normal. Before you had registered it fully, the words had fallen from your mouth.Â
âIâm sorry?! What?!â Joel asked, his voice a raised whisper.Â
âS-show me⊠I want my first time to matter, Joel. I want it to be with someone who knows me and cares about me. You care about me, right?â You asked, getting out of your seat and sitting into Joelâs lap, your blanket discarded.Â
âPrincess. I canât⊠I⊠it wouldnât be rightâŠâ He mumbled, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. âYour daddy would kill us both.â
âIâll be quiet, please Joel⊠Iâm desperate. Please.â You begged, your voice high and whiny. âIâve seen the way you watch me, your eyes follow me around like a lost puppy. Especially when I wear little dresses. Iâve noticed it and Iâm telling you right now, I feel the same.â
Before Joel could argue again, you dipped your head down and closed the space between your faces to place and innocent kiss to the maleâs lips. As soon as you made contact you moaned softly into it; his lips were soft against his rough facial hair and it made you wetter than you could have imagined before.Â
Joel held his hands up innocently, unsure whether he should indulge in this moment or not but there you were, sitting in his lap needy and innocent, quite literally begging for him. Cautiously he began to kiss you back, one hand came up to hold your cheek and the other held your knee gently. He commanded the kiss, tilting your head to the right angle as he dipped his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He could taste the beer on your breath and the faint cherry of your chapstick, it drove him mad and he wanted more.Â
âYouâre gonna kill me.â He whispered almost silently. âAre you sure you want this? You wonât be able to have your first time again, are you sure you wanna waste it on me?âÂ
âJoel,â you stopped him from rambling further. âAnytime Iâve touched myself Iâve imagined it was you, I want you so badly. Please show me how to do it.â You whined.Â
Joelâs hand tensed gently on your knee, the fact that he was the star in your late-night thoughts made him wanna take you right there and then.Â
âInside. We need to go inside, Iâm not fuckinâ you on the table. Not for your first time, anyway.â Joel teased with a wink. âYouâre gonâ have to be real quiet for me though, little girl.â
You stood from Joelâs lap and nodded eagerly. âOf course Iâll be quiet, scouts honour.âÂ
Joel laughed, a short breathless noise and followed behind you as you led him inside and upstairs to your room.Â
As soon as you quietly clicked your door shut, the tension seemed to fill the room once more and you stood awkwardly by the bed.Â
âCome sit, relax, princess.â Joel said quietly, his voice soft and hushed.Â
He sat on the foot of your bed and gently tapped the space next to him, you happily obliged and sat down next to him. You looked up at him and swallowed roughly.Â
âYou nervous?â He asked gently and you nodded in response. âThatâs fair enough, I promise Iâll be real gentle with you, darlinâ and if you wanna stop at any point, you tell me and we stop. This is all on your terms, okay?â He asked tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face to cup your cheek.Â
You leant forward and caught Joelâs lips in a quick kiss. âI â what do we do now?â You asked.Â
âWhat have you done before? Have you ever touched a guy before?â Joel asked and you shook your head to say no. âSo youâve never touched a guyâs cock before?â
âN-no!â You replied, almost ludicrously. âA guy tried to make me once but I left in tears and that was that.â You admittedly quietly and Joel stroked his thumb tenderly across your bottom lip.Â
âOkay, well thatâs not going to happen here. Iâve got you now. Okay?â He asked.Â
âOkay.â
âLetâs start by getting you out of your clothes and comfortable on the bed, is that alright?â Joel asked.Â
You nodded again, not trusting your voice as Joel removed his hand from your face to gently pull your t-shirt over your head. He then worked on your jeans, he unbuttoned them and you stood to shimmy them off your legs, you stood there a little awkwardly as Joel took in your form and admired your body.Â
âLook at you.â He breathed, his rough hands smoothed over your sides and cupped your ass gently.Â
You let out a quiet giggle as your cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment; no one had ever complimented your body before.Â
âJ-Joel, can I see you now?â You whispered, your voice shaking with pure anticipation.Â
He smiled at you and gave a simple nod before he pulled his grey T-shirt over his head and pulled down his jeans before discarding them with your clothes. Your eyes roamed the expanse of tanned skin, hair peppered his chest lightly and a dark trail led down to his boxers where you could clearly see his half-hard cock. You had dreamt about his moment, being able to see Joel in such a state and it made your privates throb with need.Â
âWhy donât you lay back and show me how you touch yourself, pretty girl.â Joel said smoothly, sitting down next to you on the bed again. âI can help from there.â
âOkayâŠâ you muttered, quickly standing to shed your damp panties before you got onto your bed and laid down so your back was resting against your pillows.Â
Joel shifted so he was positioned next to you, he was laid on his side and he watched eagerly as you let your thighs drop and you spread yourself further for him to see. He held back a groan as he watched your fingers dip between your wet folds as you began to circle your clit. You let out a high-pitched moan before you clamped your teeth into your bottom lip to silence yourself from making another sound.Â
You screwed your eyes shut and your brows furrowed together as you rubbed at your clit harshly, trying to bring yourself closer to orgasming but never quite getting there.Â
âWoah theyâre darlinâ, slow it down a notch⊠or ten.â He chuckled quietly, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to slow your movements down with ease.Â
âDo it for me.â You huffed, opening your eyes to search for Joelâs. âPlease.â You whined.Â
Joel took your hand in his and brought your slicked fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them eagerly and moaned softly as your arousal flooded his mouth. Your eyes shot open widely, shock flooding them and you throbbed as you watched him. You rubbed your thighs together and whimpered weakly.Â
âSh sh shh, darlinâ.â Joel cooed when he released your fingers from your mouth.Â
He gently pried your thighs apart with his hand, your own fell to the side of you and your fingers toyed nervously with the sheets below you.Â
âIâm gonna touch you, princess but youâre gonna have to be real quiet and youâre gonna need to relax for me.â Joel instructed sternly but his voice was edged with softness.Â
You looked at his face and bit on your bottom lip, nodding your head in agreement. Joel ran his fingers through your wet slit and he bit back a groan at how wet you were already, so receptive and needy for him to touch you. You shifted under his touch, it felt so different to your own fingers or when you would hump at your pillows in frustration. His skilled fingers found your clit quickly and he circled the sensitive bud with delicious pressure, you bit back a loud moan and looked at Joel with mild confusion at how it could feel so good so quickly.
âFeel good?â Joel asked quietly, his breath fanned gently over your lips.Â
âS-so so good!â You whimpered, your voice shaking as Joel worked his fingers perfectly over your clit.Â
âIs it okay if I finger you? You wanna see how it feels to have my fingers in you? Iâll be really gentle, princess.âÂ
You nodded eagerly, not trusting your shaky voice to form a proper sentence. Before you had time to fully register it, Joel was gently pressing a finger into your tight hole, there was slight resistance as your wet heat stretched around his thick digit. You mewled quietly, the noise partly out of pain but mostly pleasure.Â
âShhh, I know, baby girl. I know. Youâve got this.â He whispered, kissing your cheek and your neck, trying to distract you from any discomfort as Joelâs palm met your body. âIâm gonna move my finger now.â He whispered and your body fluttered with adoration as he talked you through what he was going to do next.Â
Just as he said, Joel pulled his finger out and gently pushed it back into you. He felt almost alien as he worked his finger in and out of your tight hole, he felt amazing and somewhere in your mind, you thought how you always wanted Joel in you. His thumb gently circled your clit and whilst you were distracted with the intense pleasure, he gently pushed a second finger into you, stretching you further and your eyes balled shut instantly.Â
âBaby girl, you gotta relax for me. Thatâs it, atta girl, doing such a good job. I know, I know.â He cooed, his voice was so soft and it sent shivers down your spine as his thumb still circled your clit whilst his fingers scissored you open.Â
âFeelsâŠâ you whined. âFeels so good!â You whispered, your eyes opening to look at Joel. âPlease kiss me.â You asked tenderly.Â
He obliged happily and his lips pressed to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth and you laid there as you took all he had to offer you. His fingers moved in you with ease now as you adjusted to the foreign stretch and somewhere in the depth of your belly, something bubbled and grew deeper. You had come this close before but never managed to get yourself over the edge. You moaned into Joelâs mouth, a little too loudly as he quickened his pace.Â
âFuck Joel,â you cursed against his lips as you panted, your chest heaved in your bra.Â
Joel smirked, using his spare hand to free one of your breasts from your bra and he sucked your nipple into his mouth; his teeth nipped gently at it before he sucked on it a little harsher causing your back to arch up to him.Â
âSomething feels weird.â You mumbled, your voice was a quiet gasp. âFeels like I need to pee or something.âÂ
You felt embarrassed, not sure what was happening, usually when you got this far you would stop and go use the bathroom before coming back and trying again to make yourself cum but it never happened.Â
âMhmm, means youâre close. Means youâre gonna cum on my fingers.â Joel whispered, his breath fanned out onto your damp nipple and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. âThatâs it, cum for me, please, princess.â Joel pleaded.Â
Your thighs shuddered at his words, your hips spasmed upwards and you brought your hand to your mouth to keep yourself quiet as you felt yourself get slicker and cum around Joelâs fingers, your walls fluttered around his fingers and he praised you quietly, his mouth back near your neck.Â
Joel pulled his fingers out of you and you grimaced at the lack of being full. He teasingly ran his fingers through your soaked folds and he groaned softly into your ear.Â
âYouâre so wet, you came so hard for me. Such a good girl. Was that your first time? You never managed to do that?â Joel whispered his praises.Â
âMhm, n-never managed to do that. Felt so good.âÂ
âNow imagine how good my cock would feel⊠you think youâre ready for that, little girl?âÂ
âPlease.â You breathed, your hand shakily reaching for Joelâs hard member in his boxers. Your hand delicately palmed him through the thin fabric and you gasped at the feeling of him, he felt impossibly big compared to his fingers and your tummy fluttered with nerves and deep arousal. âYouâre soâŠÂ big!âÂ
Joel laughed and switched his position on the bed so he was situated between your thighs. âPromise to be so gentle with you.â He whispered, awkwardly shifting out of his boxers so he was finally fully naked.Â
Your hands hungrily roamed the vast expanse of Joelâs skin and you hummed in appreciation, the moment you had dreamt of so many times was finally here and you couldnât quite believe it.Â
âFuck me, please. Just do it already, Iâm so turned on Iâm shaking.â You whispered, making sure your voice was a hushed tone and it was true, your limbs shook with the anticipation of what was to come and you were shivering under Joelâs gaze.Â
You had discarded your bra and laid there fully naked for him, he brushed his cock head against your clit and you let out a loud gasp, the different sensation taking you by surprise. Joel looked at you and cocked an eyebrow as warning and you nodded, taking the hint and bit on your bottom lip.Â
âYou have to stay quiet otherwise your daddy is gonna hear you being such a good girl for me and I know you donât want him to see how needy you are for his best friendâs cock.â
He took his length and gently, so incredibly gently pressed the tip of himself into your hole. You bit down harder on your lip and your fingers scratched at Joelâs shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to him as he inserted himself slowly into you.Â
Your nails left harsh crescent moon shapes into the skin on Joelâs shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you, you stretched around him and he held your cheek tenderly as you adjusted around his thick member.Â
âI know baby girl, I know. Shh, such a good girl. Thatâs it, so good for me.â He whispered, his sweet praises sending a delicious shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his hand as the sting of the stretch finally started to wear off.Â
âYou can move nowâŠâ You muttered softly.Â
Joel nodded and his hand left your face to hold your hips tightly as he pulled his hips back and sensually rolled them forward to push back into you. You whimpered, the noise was loud and it echoed into your room. Joel tutted and one of his hands clamped gently over your mouth, he squeezed your face gently as he built up a steady pace.Â
His cock fucked into you, he managed to roll his hips just right and soon enough we was hitting the soft spot inside your spongy walls that had you moaning pathetically under Joelâs palm, the noises were drowned out as his hand squeezed over your mouth harder.Â
âTouch your pretty little clit for me, princess. I want you to feel how good it is to cum on a cock. On my cock.â Joel groaned as your greedy hole sucked him in deeper and harder.Â
You took Joelâs instructions and two fingers circled around your clit, you took onboard what Joel said earlier about going slower and it worked wonders, your eyes rolled back into your head as your stomach knotted tightly like a coiled spring. Your mouth opened under Joelâs palm and as you were about to speak, Joel stalled his hips. He was buried deep in you and instead of pulling back to push back into you, he rolled his hips so the tip of his cock nudged into you deeper than before. Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers sped up and Joel took the chance to finally push back into you roughly. That perfectly timed dance had you cumming around Joelâs cock, the spring in your stomach snapped and you fell apart at the seams as Joel fucked you rougher.Â
You whimpered as the overstimulation kicked in and Joel took you for his own, he fucked into you quicker than before and you laid there taking everything he had. Â
âWhere do you want me to cum, princess?â Joel asked.Â
âM-mouth.â You shuddered out.
âNaughty girl.â He chuckled lowly and pulled out of you, you winced at the feeling, already knowing you would feel sore tomorrow.Â
Joel positioned himself on the bed, knelt beside you as you sat up and timidly reached your hand up to wrap around his length. You gave a few testing stroke and he nodded down at you, encouraging you to move your hand faster. You did exactly that, your fingers worked nimbly around him as you stroked him to orgasm. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue sticking out and you made a small noise as the first spurt of his hot cum landed on your tongue.Â
âGood girl, thatâs it. Fuck youâre gonna kill me, look up at me with my cum on your tongue. Thatâs it.â He groaned, his voice low and sultry as your eyes locked with him.Â
You couldnât help but smile as you swallowed down every drop Joel had to give you. Your tongue licked at your lips as Joel swiped his thumb across your cheek.Â
âFucking hell, princess.â He huffed, collapsing onto the bed next to you.Â
You couldnât help but giggle and you rolled over to look at the older male. âThank you, Joel. I really appreciate it.â
âNo need to thank me. Thank you, for trusting me with your first time.â He looked down at you, his hand reaching out to tenderly touch your cheek as he captured your lips in a soft kiss.Â
You smiled into the kiss as your fingers tickled through the hair on his chest absently.Â
âNever wanna stop feeling this good.â You hummed. âYou wanna stay here with me for a bit? Please?â You asked shyly as if you hadnât just had the male in you moments ago.Â
âOkay princess, just till you fall asleep. Donât wanna have to explain that one to your daddy.â He laughed softly and kissed your forehead once as your eyes fluttered shut for the night.Â
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I am as disappointed as everyone else is with the final season of The Umbrella Academy, but I also have some of my own Thoughtsâąïž. Allow me to weigh in.
We can all agree that the finale was absolute dogshit, right? I've seen a lot of commentary about the character assassination of Number Five, and the cursed as fuck crack ship that should've stayed in the deep recesses of ao3, where no one could find it. But there was also absolutely no character development for any of them in the end? Not really?
Luther still has unresolved daddy issues (why else would he be squatting in the condemned building of the Academy?). And he just, what, gave up looking for his wife? Luther "loverboy" Hargreeves. The man who chased and pined for Allison almost his entire life gave up on HIS WIFE after/within six years? No way.
Diego's character basically went nowhere. Four seasons, and he still didn't come to any kind of realisation that, hey, maybe he is enough. No. If he isn't in Luther's shadow, he's insecure about his marriage, or his powers, and being "strong enough." Everything was a competition to him, even though he was the only one competing. He deserved a little bit of self-love, but apparently, "self-destruct" is all he gets.
Allison had her ups and downs, and they let her end on a fucking down? Her arch was the most disappointing. We literally see her trying to be a better, more honest person in s1, and then a human rights activist in s2. Her powers are morally grey, sure, but she had so much potential. Then she just straight up becomes a villain and has barely any redemption for it? Her character started on a high. It was natural progression for her to hit a low. But not that low. And she never really came back up from it. In six years, it seemed like she made no real effort to make up for what she did. A couple of good decisions do not make up for a multitude of bad ones.
Which brings me to Klaus. I wasn't sold on sober, germaphobe Klaus to begin with. I thought it was just a little bit too out of character. But I'll take that any day than what happened to him this season. And to his credit, his hypochondria after losing his powers at least made sense. But he'd made so much progress, not just on his sobriety but on embracing his powers rather than being afraid. (Also, he and Allison being codependent on each other like that was not healthy).
This season made Ben, as a character, pretty much pointless. From the beginning, it seemed like his death was supposed to bring the Academy together, narratively speaking. It was his "purpose" to die and become a sort of martyr to his siblings (I mean, it didn't work, so even then, Ben kinda died unnecessarily). But in reality, his death wasn't a teachable moment, it was just murder. And without Ben, the story still would have ended the same way. Any of the children born from the marigold could have brought about the cleanse, it didn't necessarily HAVE to be Ben. And with the number of timelines there were, it was probably inevitable that it would happen in at least one of them. They all died pointlessly, but Ben's deaths were especially pointless.
Viktor was about the only character that DID have some development. He finally stood up to his father and received at least some validation for his mistreatment as a kid. Not that it ended up mattering because his relationship with his siblings was practically non-existent at this point. All he'd ever wanted was to be a part of the team, and yet apparently made no effort in six years to see his siblings and actually be a part of the family. It makes no sense for his character.
I hate that Lila was a damsel in distress for most of this season. She's a grown woman who we know is fully capable of standing up for herself, but it felt like she was reduced to just her role in the family. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with being a mother or a wife, but that seemed to be ALL her character was this season, when we know she's more than that. The one thing she got to herself was taken away from her coz it hurt "poor Diego's feelings đ„ș". Grow up đ. And I am not touching the other thing with a ten foot barge pole.
Now, obviously, there's Five. People have already talked about how his character was completely butchered this season. No, Five of the past would not have given up so easily. Despite the jabs and the squabbling, Five loved his family. He fought hard to get back to them when he was stranded. After a struggle like that, why the fuck WOULD he stop fighting to keep his family together?
I'm not saying all of these characters had to be good, outstanding citizens by the end of the show. But they should have at least had a journey from season one. Instead, they either went backwards or in circles. And in the end, none of it mattered anyway.
This season was so fucking stupid. It completely undermined the rest of the story. What was the point in literally anything that happened in the previous seasons if it was just leading up to all of it being erased? This is some, "and it was all a dream" bullshit, and I'm not here for it.
#the umbrella academy spoilers#the umbrella academy#tua#the umbrella academy season 4#tua season 4#tua season 4 spoilers#tua spoilers#luther hargreeves#tua luther#diego hargreeves#tua diego#allison hargreeves#tua allison#klaus hargreeves#tua klaus#five hargreeves#tua five#ben hargreeves#tua ben#viktor hargreeves#tua viktor#lila pitts#tua lila#long post
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I love how the book of bill turns Letting The Triangle Into Your Dimension into more of a moral dilemma than it was in the show, or even Journal 3. âTo Bill this is only a game, but to us, it would mean the end of the world.â Except that actually, to Bill itâs his home, and itâs the ragtag gang of scrappy orphan rascals that he took charge of, gave purpose to, and became the protector/leader of, and all of their lives at stake. He tried to brush it off, but it seems like he genuinely feels responsible for them. Theyâre scared. Of course, theyâre still criminals. If you did let them in, they would wreck your home and end/ruin lots of peopleâs lives, and that would be wrong. But just leaving them to die feels messed up.
I love that the book humanizes Bill without trying to convince you that anything he did wasnât as bad as we thought. (Well, Bill is constantly trying to tell you that, but weâre all very well aware that heâs an unreliable narrator.) But he doesnât know how the Edge of the Nightmare Realm came about. He gets defensive. (this was touched on in weirdmageddon, but I donât see nearly enough people talking about how he canât take what he dishes.) Heâs not some master manipulator who knows you inside and out, better than you could ever know yourself or him, he just scans some of your memories for some stuff you might care about and runs with it. The only reason it worked so well with Ford was because they already had similar trauma and compatible personalities. I honestly think that if Bill had just told the truth about the true purpose of the portal that they would have been great friends. Ford -knowing what would happen this time- wouldnât have ever tried to build the portal, but he would help Bill problem-solve to find a way to not be eaten by the Edge. Bill could get him all the information, and the context, and the what the living there was like without ever getting interdimensional travel involved, because you know he could, and then nothing bad wouldâve happened, and how it really went was fucking tragic.
I love that we get even more psychological horror journal pages, even more intense than Journal 3 had. And I love that it shows us that Bill made a mistake and the consequences of it were so traumatic that his memories of that day are repressed. Heâs just . . a guy. Who has too much power how ill adjusted he is.
But I am deeply annoyed at how Bill all but told us that his relationship to Ford was romantic in nature. I maintain that Ford never thought of Bill in a romantic way, because he is aroace. Itâs very clear in the show, but especially in Journal 3. Anyone who tells you otherwise either has no reading comprehension skills or is retconning something. But I canât deny that Bill clearly outlined how he would court someone, and that he has done those things to Ford. Can I pretend that was just him screwing with us because he knew we would come to that conclusion? *deep dramatic sigh* Probably not because of how how he acted when he was drunk. To yoose guys this is delightful, I know, but to me all the stuff above that I said I did like were enough to make this a fascinating dynamic. The romance part is just kind of there. All inconveniently. Making it feel less interesting and meaningful.
Will definitely do an essay on what the book of Bill implies about Billyâs home world at some point. Might make a comic about The Good Timeline where Bill was honest to begin with.
#the book of bill#gravity falls#bill cipher#ford pines#character analysis#headcanon#moral dilemma#I still donât like Billford as a ship
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Band of brothers headcannon ,somehow somebody told them u were cheating on them and they get super angry or depressed but then they discover it's not true, in a way or another.
An angsty request? Nonny, I'm not sure if you know this, but I live in angst and pain and prefer writing this sort of stuff haha! So keep sending in the angsty headcanon requests, because I'm SO down! Requests are open!
Cut for length, light spice in some, angst under the cut, picking on Webster at least once for no reason haha:
Dick Winters:
-It's not necessarily that someone told him that you were cheating as much as it was implied through subtext and he does NOT deal well with that at all.
-But he's not super vocal about it??? Like, he's the type of man who would rather just talk to you about things than let rumors lie in wait and spiral.
-It doesn't stop him from worrying about if he's done something wrong to push you away until you're able to finally talk.
-And when you do talk, there's this massive relief that you were just getting another job and talking with a superior about itânothing malicious or mean of the sort.
-Please just reassure this man that he's the love of your life. He's a fairly secure man, but this was rough emotionally and he never accused you of anything but that doesn't mean that he wasn't worried for a second there.
-It definitely becomes a laughing point in your relationship later on.
Lewis Nixon:
-Listen, this man has NOT had good luck when it comes to women or relationships in his lifetime. So when you're a little busier than normal and out longer than normal, he can't help but spiral.
-He takes these fears to some of his friends (not Winters though, because that man would tell him to screw his head on straight haha), and they somehow get it in his head that you're cheating on him
-Cue the downward spiral of drinking and being depresso-expresso yet again
-So when you come home and you've been working extra hours to get a surprise for himâbecause all you wanted to do was afford a dog on your own wages rather than Lew's moneyâand he's all emotional and upsetâit's a rough situation
-Arguments are had and feelings are hurt. So when he sobers up and realizes that you were just trying to do something sweet for him, he's hurrying to apologize in a big grand romantic gesture sort of a way.
-Moral of the story? Don't surprise him, he'll assume something else is going on or start some sort of conspiracy theory about it haha
Ronald Speirs:
-Someone starts the rumors maliciously because they had a crush/feelings for you and it gets around pretty quickly....and the thing about the entire situation is that he's unfazed? -Like this is the man who people-watches and reads people really well. He's fairly certain that he'd know if you were cheating on him lol.
-That being said, when the rumors finally make their way over to YOU, you shut them down and go to talk to him.
-He's really patient and sweet about the entire thingâbecause of course he knows you weren't cheating on him, but you're apologizing because of the rumors and he's just wanting to be there for you because that's a rough reputation to have going around tbh.
-Speirs is so secure in the relationship and the way that you feel about him. If not for the declaration of love, then certainly for the way that you are screaming his name later that evening lol.
-Also definitely finds the root of the rumor and uses intimidation to make them back offâno more problems like that for you two ever again.
Buck Compton:
-He's shocked and baffled as to what he's hearing and he's going through everything in his mind trying to figure out where he went wrong. Has he upset you? Were you two not close? What happened anyway?
-He gets real quiet about things when he sees you next because he's trying to figure out how to express what he's feeling.
-And there's definitely some distance on his part and so when he finally comes to you and just asks about the entire thing, YOU'RE just as baffled as he is.
-So reassure him, give him cuddles, attention, verbal affirmation that he's the only man for you, and he'll be secure in no time at all
-But also, realize that it's now going to be a lingering fear of his that you'll leave him for someone else. So be on watch and on guard for any feelings like that re-emerging over time.
-Communication and showing love is going to be big in patching things up.
Carwood Lipton:
-Heart shattered and in disbelief the minute that he sees you hugging another man that he does not recognize.
-He doesn't necessarily want to confront you and have a nasty argument about it, but his jealousy is certainly spiking quite a bit. This leads to him pulling away from the relationship.
-And then the minute that you introduce him to your cousin who has been fighting down in the Pacific for the past few years?? It all clicks into place and he suddenly feels very silly.
-Shamefully admits this to you later when it's just you two alone. And he feels really bad that he even doubted your feelings and intentions.
-But tell him that he's the one, demand that he give you a familyâall will be solved by morning haha
-It becomes a running joke in your family for years to come.
Joseph Liebgott:
-JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUSâhe knows that you have lots of guy friends and that you get along well with HIS friends. But let's be honest, it's probably Webster who suggests that maybe you're a little TOO close to some of his friends.
-And so the ugly side of his jealousy rears it's head and he's getting all possessive and kind of controlling in some ways
-Confronting him is going to be the simplest and easiest route to handle this entire situation
-It's going to be a few arguments later that he realizes that he's really messed up by accusing you of sleeping with one of his friends. But he does come to you and genuinely apologize for his words.
-Yes, this is something you and said friend are going to hold over his head for the rest of your relationship lol.
-And yes, Webster may have gotten punched by you for planting the idea in sweet Joe's head.
Donald Malarkey:
-Listen, this man pays no mind to rumors. But when the rumors involve you and another man? He tends to pay attention. He doesn't believe what he's hearing at all.
-Definitely runs to talk to you immediately about the rumors and isn't sure what to make of your reactionâshocked, of course.
-Your reassurances calm him down and a cuddle session immediately will help him feel much better
-He's definitely going to bring you flowers the next time that he sees you out of guilt lol
-Tries to be more confident in the relationship after that because you promised him that he's the only man for you
-Also attempts to quell rumors with his friends because he's fiercely defensive over you and your honor.
Eugene Roe:
-Soft man here is in love with you to the point of self-destruction, okay?? So when he comes to see you in the medic tent and finds another man kissing you, he's immediately hurt and heart is shattered.
-What he doesn't know is that that was a patient who just kissed you and you had to literally slap the man to get him off of you. So Gene here is in his feels and upset about things.
-When you come to see him and he doesn't really want to talk, you're so confused and he gets really emotional about the entire thing. It's a whole messy argument of you trying to explain what happened.
-And then of course after he's had some time to process the entire thing, he feels just awful for not listening to you or understanding the situation
-He comes to you with a really sincere and soft apology, possibly some chocolate in hand to help his case, and tells you how much you mean to him
-Is it the first time he admits that he loves you? Absolutely. And this certainly leads to the best makeout session of your life haha.
Bill Guarnere:
-Throws hands the minute that someone tells him you're cheating on him. He doesn't believe the rumors for one freakin' minute.
-So when you have to patch him up after some injuries and you're demanding to know why and he angrily explains that it's about you, it's a whole mess.
-You're sitting there trying to explain that you would NEVER, and he KNOWS that so he's just mad that someone would spread the rumors anyway
-This just leads to the two of you being more annoying with PDA haha
-And having a really noisy session of sex where you're both just being so vocal about your love for one another
-Yes, everyone knows that this just strengthened your relationship.
Joe Toye:
-He hears it around the guys in the baseâthe thing is?? It's an old rumor about some guy that you had kissed BEFORE you were with Joe.
-He gets real quiet and sullen about the entire thing, almost a pouty behavior that leaves you with your head spinning because where is all of THIS behavior coming from??
-It takes a few days of this behavior before he's ready to talk about it and then you're attempting to explain that it's an old flame and that your feelings are solely for Joe now
-In fact, seducing him might just be the move because then he's super smug about the entire thing.
-He might even go and talk to the ex to see if HE has any feelings for you left. And yes, some intimidation might be in order to get him to leave the rumors alone because you and Joe are together now.
-You warn him not to act all pouty like that again thoughâit was NOT it for you two haha
George Luz:
-Bamboozled, shocked, dismayed, all five stages of griefâbut mostly in disbelief
-He's immediately going to shade the hell out of whoever was spreading the rumor even BEFORE he goes to talk to you about the entire thing
-Super down on himself and joking about how he's messed up the entire relationship because clearly you're cheatingâand GIRL, you better shut that down NOW
-Please just give him a grand gesture of love yourself and shade him a little bit for even thinking like that??
-Honestly, if you say you're down for marriage, problem solved and this man will never bring it up againâexcept for maybe in the speeches at the wedding lol
-Is convinced you're even more beautiful when you're shading him for being stupid and believing rumors haha
#band of brothers#band of brothers imagines#band of brothers headcanons#band of brothers x reader#band of brothers asks#dick winters#dick winters headcanons#dick winters imagines#dick winters x reader#lewis nixon#lewis nixon imagines#lewis nixon headcanons#lewis nixon x reader#ronald speirs x reader#ronald speirs#ron speirs#buck compton x reader#buck compton#carwood lipton x reader#carwood lipton#joseph liebgott#joe liebgott#donald malarkey#eugene roe#easy company#bill guarnere#joe toye#george luz
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