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yallemagne · 1 year

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Luthur (Lucy/Arthur) Propaganda

I'm writing this with all the pent-up rage of an entire year of seeing "Lucy's so dumb, she should have picked my favourite suitor" posts and "who should Lucy have chosen?" polls that always result in practically no votes for Arthur.

This is not an anti-Jack or anti-Quincey post by any means, though it may come across as defensive. It is just a pro-let-Lucy-choose-for-herself post. And yes, letting her choose for herself even includes letting her be monogamous when she has made the conscious decision to remain monogamous.

So, to the proposal descriptions--

Seward tries to hide his anxiety by putting up a front of sternness. From how Lucy describes it, it sounds like he's negotiating a contract:

He spoke to me, Mina, very straightforwardly. He told me how dear I was to him, though he had known me so little, and what his life would be with me to help and cheer him. He was going to tell me how unhappy he would be if I did not care for him, but when he saw me cry he said that he was a brute and would not add to my present trouble. Then he broke off and asked if I could love him in time; and when I shook my head his hands trembled, and then with some hesitation he asked me if I cared already for any one else. He put it very nicely, saying that he did not want to wring my confidence from me, but only to know, because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope. And then, Mina, I felt a sort of duty to tell him that there was some one. I only told him that much, and then he stood up, and he looked very strong and very grave as he took both my hands in his and said he hoped I would be happy, and that if I ever wanted a friend I must count him one of my best.

Sounds like he hardly popped the question so much as stated: "I would be honoured to have you (I need you I need you I need you I need you) as my wife. If you don't love me back, I will die."

This proposal comes across as very neurodivergent to me. He goes into it thinking mostly about what he wants from Lucy and how good the marriage would be for his mental health, not stopping to consider if she's already seeing someone (literally the man who introduced them) or just maybe... that he's putting too much of a burden on her with this style of proposal. This approach would work better with another no-nonsense B, but Lucy is overwhelmed. He didn't think of her feelings in the matter because he was too busy schooling his own emotions so he wouldn't screw it all up. It comes across as very scripted until he sees that he's upset Lucy-- that is when we get a glimpse of his care for her. But then he's back to his bullet points of "but could you love me one day? do you love another now? on a scale from one to ten, how would you rate this interaction?"

Lucy gets through Seward's entire proposal without getting carried away and writing about Arthur instead, but with Quincey--

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him. I know now what I would do if I were a man and wanted to make a girl love me. No, I don't, for there was Mr. Morris telling us his stories, and Arthur never told any, and yet—— My dear, I am somewhat previous.

She certainly finds Quincey charming, but she cuts herself off to talk about Arthur. While she momentarily thinks that telling adventurous tales would win a woman's heart, she says that it didn't win her own. There's a sort of peacocking going on with Quincey prefacing his proposal with tales of his adventures. It's very much like Seward's stoic attempt but with far more confidence and pizzazz.

Mr. Quincey P. Morris found me alone. It seems that a man always does find a girl alone. No, he doesn't, for Arthur tried twice to make a chance, and I helping him all I could; I am not ashamed to say it now.

Quincey "found [her] alone". Now, before, she said "Mr. Morris was telling us his stories"-- who is us? I am guessing that perhaps Lucy's mother or someone else was sitting in as a chaperone? And then Quincey found an opportunity to talk to her in private?

Again, she drifts off talking about Arthur while she's trying to explain Quincey. "Arthur tried twice to make a chance"-- my best guess for what this means is that Arthur has tried to have un-chaperoned time with Lucy twice before in order to propose to her, but he never succeeded despite her attempts to aid him.

Which makes this all so much funnier? Some joke that the Suitors probably arranged it all, but this hints that Arthur has been trying his damndest to propose, but the one day he actually gets a chance to, he finds out his two friends proposed to her first! Those dogs!!

I do not know myself if I shall ever speak slang; I do not know if Arthur likes it, as I have never heard him use any as yet.

Lucy interrupts her "haha the silly American talks silly American gibberish" with "would Arthur like it if I spoke this way?" Gah, she's so in love with him. It's funny that she says she's never heard him use slang considering she's already mentioned "Dress is a bore." which she even called slang.

Well, he did look so good-humoured and so jolly that it didn't seem half so hard to refuse him as it did poor Dr. Seward; so I said, as lightly as I could, that I did not know anything of hitching, and that I wasn't broken to harness at all yet. Then he said that he had spoken in a light manner, and he hoped that if he had made a mistake in doing so on so grave, so momentous, an occasion for him, I would forgive him. [...] And then, my dear, before I could say a word he began pouring out a perfect torrent of love-making, laying his very heart and soul at my feet. He looked so earnest over it that I shall never again think that a man must be playful always, and never earnest, because he is merry at times. I suppose he saw something in my face which checked him, for he suddenly stopped, and said with a sort of manly fervour that I could have loved him for if I had been free...

She remarks that Quincey's more light-hearted nature makes him easier to refuse than Seward. However, she finds it harder to reject him when he drops the act and starts behaving more earnestly. She finds it easier to imagine loving him when he's being sincere. She doesn't have this same thought with Seward because, unfortunately, even when he snapped out of his legal negotiation of the potential marriage, he still kept himself emotionally guarded through the rest of the interaction.

Why can't they let a girl marry three men, or as many as want her, and save all this trouble? But this is heresy, and I must not say it.

I must say... Lucy here is not saying "I want a harem of men.". Stop. Just stop saying that she is. That interpretation has led to every single adaptation that brands her an insincere cheater who strings along men and deserves to be punished by the narrative. Just stop. What she is expressing here is guilt at not having an option that would please all parties involved. She's been raised as a people-pleaser, but in this scenario, there is no choice she could make that wouldn't lead to someone being hurt. So, she makes the decision to follow her heart rather than her guilty conscience.

And think, just earlier, Jack planted this seed of insecurity by saying that he'll be upset if she does not love him. And then goes even further to imply her loving another robs him of his hope. It makes it so that, even when Quincey is more gracious in accepting her refusal, she can't help but beat herself up for practically destroying these men's lives (hyperbole, of course) all for her own happiness!!

Lucy clearly displays polyamorous traits. She laments that, if she did not love Arthur so much, she could love Quincey (rip Seward). But she has chosen not to explore those feelings. Part of her cutting herself off while writing about Quincey to talk about Arthur could be subconsciously reminding herself: "nope, there is no chance with him, I want Arthur". She compares the two constantly as if to remind herself she made the right choice. There's also her love for Mina, but she has plausible deniability in this era and can claim that as just classic girl love.

But when she considers a woman marrying "as many men as want her" it is not reflective of her being polyamorous because she doesn't have this thought out of "I love these three men enough to marry them" but "I feel guilty about being loved by three men at once, and I have to repay the favour somehow, but I can't". She does not say "as many men as she wants" because it's not about the woman's feelings but about the feelings of the men that surround her. But you know what? She showed agency when she picked the man she wanted and didn't bow and pick the man who would be the most devastated upon being rejected, and I'm proud of her.

Lucy is incredibly brief when describing Arthur's proposal, but let's. just. think about this. Previously, she has tried to hold back her overwhelming love for Arthur in her writing to Mina (she failed, lol). Other than wanting to be discreet, she explains:

My dear, this quite upset me, and I feel I cannot write of happiness just at once, after telling you of it; and I don't wish to tell of the number three until it can be all happy.

She doesn't want to taint her happy feelings with bitterness about how "oh, I'm so horrible and selfish for picking the man I love! I don't deserve to be loved by anyone!" And even then, she goes into a bit more detail in her post-script:

P.S.—Oh, about number Three—I needn't tell you of number Three, need I? Besides, it was all so confused; it seemed only a moment from his coming into the room till both his arms were round me, and he was kissing me. I am very, very happy, and I don't know what I have done to deserve it. I must only try in the future to show that I am not ungrateful to God for all His goodness to me in sending to me such a lover, such a husband, and such a friend.

Such a friend. Before this, Seward and Quincey were not friends of Lucy's. They were acquaintances that knew her through Arthur (though she does not explicitly state this about Quincey, so she could have met him somewhere else?), and upon being rejected romantically, they swore friendship to her. Before then, they saw her as a potential bride.

But Arthur was already a friend to Lucy. They have been close for longer than she's known either of her other suitors, and while they'd never said the L-word (love) to each other before, I think what wins Lucy's heart is that Arthur is genuine with her. We don't get to see it (she teases us!! how dare!!), but that feels like the most plausible thing that would set him apart from Seward and Quincey. Now, the other two are honest men (we see it when they comfort her), but they both initially put up a front to impress/entertain Lucy. Meanwhile, Arthur doesn't bother with that. He comes into the room, and she's practically already in his arms! It's so effortless with him. She doesn't have to imagine herself being happy and in love with him because she already is.

#dracula #dracula daily #re: dracula #lucy westenra #john seward #jack seward #quincey p morris #quincey morris #lucy x arthur #arthur x lucy #luthur #may 24 #wrote this like a few nights ago lol #just had to

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theanimeoftheblackbunnymask · 2 years

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Yandere Portgas D. Ace

Author's Note: I'm a big old simp for Ace. One of my friends' has me saved as Ace Simp in his contacts, I saved him as Sanji Simp tho, since he simps for Sanji-

Warnings: Forced Affection, Death, Fire, Branding, Drugging, Insecurities, Attempted Rape, Burning, Violence, Physically Abuse, Panic Attacks, Paranoia, Human Trafficking Mentioned, Alcohol, Stalking, Minor Sexual Themes.

Pairings: Portgas D. Ace x Reader {Yandere}

Links: {Masterlist} {Previous Alphabet: Yandere Luffy Alphabet} {Alphabet Used}

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Ace is very touched starved. He loves to fall asleep on you and cuddle you to his heart's content.

He's very affectionate and spoils you rotten, even if you don't want him hugging you it's ok! He'll make sure you accept his affections!

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He's pretty messy. Ace's temper didn't just disappear and leave when he became an adult. His short temper is still there and it got worse ever since he was a kid.

He burn the person right Infront of you. He'd warn the person to fuck off, and if they don't he'll burn them without a second thought.

If you want him to kill the woman who was harassing you last week, say no more! He'll bring you back their head if you'd like! Anything for his cute little firefly!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'll make sure your comfortable. He'll be very cuddly and will fall asleep on you when he just knocks out.

Ace likes to spend time with you and he'd try to be a good boyfriend, despite his temper. So what if he kidnapped you and is keeping you away from your old life!

He'll get you whatever you want or need., Just say the word. Ace is very insecure and wants you to be happy and love him unconditionally, he would hate himself if he ever saw you upset.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Ace tends to drug your food, so you're asleep a lot during the day. He mainly does this when you're misbehaving.

You personal space is gone now. If you tell him to leave you alone he'll immediately think that he did something wrong and that you hate him. You don't want to see him cry, do you?

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Ace is rarely vulnerable around people, he's only vulnerable around those he trust.

Now, keep in mind just because Ace is a simp doesn't mean he's an idiot. He knows when you're trying to use him, and he'll shut that down immediately. You'll only see him cry when you made him upset, but he'll never actually talk about his true feelings until he trust you.

Once he trusts you, he'll talk more about how he feels, what he's insecure about and a lot of personal stuff. He won't let you use his weaknesses against him, he knows he won't be able to control himself if you tried.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'll be heartbroken. He'll be on the defense, dodging your punches while telling you to stop. When you don't that's when he starts to get annoyed. He'll grab your wrist, you stopping when you feel your arm burn. You'll scream while Ace tells you to stop, rage being in his voice.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Oh Lord please help him. When he can't find you he'll have a panic attack. He'd ask everyone one the ship if they've seen you. His mind would be racing with so many thoughts.

"What if someone kidnapped them?"

"What if they jumped off the ship?"

Marco will literally have to calm him down because Ace is literally shaking and crying because of his paranoia.

Marco would tell Ace to relax and look for you once he's calmed down. When Ace was walking back to his room, he was shaking while he cried, but when heard your voice he froze. When he found you he was so happy, but he was filled with so much anxiety and rage.

"Why did you run away?!"

He'll be crying while he hugged you tighter. He'll hug your so tight that you'd pass out, and he would follow after because of his narcolepsy.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When you successfully escape. The Whitebeard Pirates were docked at a city and we're doing their own thing when you decided to run off. Ace took his eyes off you for a big because he has to make sure no Marines were around, and when he looks back you're gone.

His paranoia and anxiety are going to be so fucking high bro. He'll think so many things.

"Did the Marines take them?"

"Did someone kidnap them?"

"Are they going to get trafficked and become a slave?!"

He'll be crying while he looks for you everywhere. His anxiety is going to get so high and the longer he can't find you the worse it gets. He'll be an emotionally unstable mess. He wouldn't only be paranoid, but he'll also be fucking pissed, because he realized that you just got up and left.

He would find you in the forest, and the moment you saw the look he gave you, you knew dead.

He'll drag you back to the ship, the ship being pretty much empty besides a few people guarding it. Ace will drag you to his room and lock the door.

"You think you can just leave me like that... What if you got hurt?"

"The only person hurting me and is going to hurt me is you!"

The moment he heard that he snapped. He just saw red and pounced onto you. He'd cover your mouth with his hand as he burned your shirt to dust. He'll burn his name into your chest and back. You'll be crying and bleeding, begging him to stop.

Ace isn't there, he's lost it. He'll pick you up and take you to his bed. He'd kiss you while he choked you out, burning your neck until you passed out. His narcolepsy would kick in and he'll just fall asleep on top of you.

When he wakes up he'll be frozen. He was on top of you, you only in your shorts with his named burnt into your chest. Burns on your neck and arms, he'll start to cry.

"Y/N... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please... I'm sorry! Wake up, I can't lose you please!"

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Ace wouldn't mind getting married. He doesn't really care about having kids. Once Stockholm Syndrome kicks in and you want to have a kid he'll be more than happy to have them.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Ace is very insecure. When he's jealous he gets agressive. He'll push the person away from you and tell them to fuck off.

You and him would have an argument about his jealousy issues.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Bro, if Ace had a theme song it would be Good Old Fashion Lover Boy by Queen bro, he's like that bro.

When you behave he's the perfect boyfriend. He's nice caring, willing to listen, will defend you, comfort you, is honest, funny. But he can be a trickster and that what makes him a loveable goofball. Ace wants you to be as happy as you an humanly be!

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's going to be so awkward bro. Man confessed when you and the crew were playing a drunk version of truth or dare. Like, one of the crew members asked Ace the hottest person he's ever seen and he said you, saying that he loved loved LOVED you and wanted to marry you, his face red from the alcohol before he promptly passed out.

Ace and you would start dating, but he started get yandere tendencies, and when you tried to break up with him, he pretty much held you hostage as a yandere.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

To others he can come off as calm and collected, but anyone who knows him knows he's like the complete opposite. Man jokes to cope.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He doesn't want to hurt you, he really doesn't! But he tends to get carried away when he gets angry.

He's burned you, left you in a closet over night, and nearly raped you out of pure rage.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You're a pretty free darling tbh. Ace just observes the people you talk to, and will make you feel bad when he talks shit.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Ace isn't really a patient person. He really isn't.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

I kinda answered this already.

If you die, it'll remind him of when he found out Sabo 'died'. He'll feel so weak. He'll be in a deep state of depression and he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror without feeling disgust towards himself.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He knows what he's doing is wrong, but he just can't admit it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His insecurities and his fear of losing anyone. He just wants to be loved and he wants to be with you and make you happy!

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'll ask you who he needs to beat up if he saw you crying. He'll hug you, telling you that it's ok. He'll kiss you before you two fall asleep.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

The amount of freedom you get isn't something you'll see with a classic yandere.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His insecurities, but be very smart on how you use them. Make him awful and disgusted about himself, talk about things that you know will cut deep.

Make him view himself as a monster. He won't get rid of you, but he'll isolate himself until he thinks he's better for you. When he's isolating you should escape.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not on purpose! Man's really short tempered and sometimes he just sees red. He always tried to make it up to you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Suprisingly, Ace is kinda like Luffy with this one. Ace doesn't want you to worship him, and he'd not gonna worship you. He wants to have a normal relationship, like none of the traumatizing stuff that he did to you ever happened.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Ace is very much stalker. Sure you're dating, but he has a box that's full of your stuff.

He'll last probably a few months.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No, you're more likely to get Stockholm Syndrome.

#one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #yandere one piece #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x you #portgas d ace x you #portgas d ace x y/n #portgas d ace x reader #yandere ace x reader #Yandere ace #portgas ace x reader #one piece #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d. ace x y/n #portgas d. ace

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anonymousad · 8 months

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read MORE carefully when you feel attacked, not less

I honestly wonder about the reading comprehension of some people because some of the reactions to my posts seem to go like this:

me: I think pancakes are better than waffles other person: WHAT THE FUCK, WHY DO YOU HATE WAFFLES

and... no, that isn't what I said?

I didn't say people don't deserve to be compensated for their work, I said that you can't be trying to pay people like it's a salaried job without having that kind of stable and consistent business income. that's literally how businesses go bankrupt all the time.

I also didn't say that you can't/shouldn't be able to make money in audio drama, I said that you need to do it SUSTAINABLY. off the top of my head I can name several shows that do just that (WOE.BEGONE and Malevolent being two I've mentioned in the past), not to mention people like Lauren Shippen. timing and luck have a lot to do with success, absolutely, so that isn't to say it is easy or guaranteed if you follow in those kinds of steps, but it does show that it can be done in ways that are self-sustaining rather than constantly asking for large cash drops to stay afloat.

speaking of, I didn't compare Harlan to JK Rowling, I pointed out how "death of the author" has been deployed by people who don't want to face HER hatefulness while still engaging with Harry Potter (I know many people like this as we all do I'm sure) as an example of why you have to be cautious when throwing it around as an excuse.

and I definitely didn't say that a Black woman was hoarding resources by having a crowdfunding campaign with a high goal??? very weird assumption for you to draw from what I actually WAS talking about, person on Bluesky. almost like you didn't actually read and understand that whole section before trying to jump down my throat about it.

I have found, both in writing this blog and generally in life, that the more people feel defensive the less they are able to engage with what is being said. anyone who has ever tried to argue for trans or gay rights with a right winger has experienced this, it's the reason that "debate bro" types are so successful. you pick out the parts that make you feel angry and you go on a tirade about them, rather than stepping back and trying to synthesize the whole message.

not once has one of the people defensive about the crowdfunding stuff addressed my key point of it being "unsustainable" in their responses to it. that is literally the thesis, sidestepping it does not make it go away. it just reinforces to me and others that you are not thinking long-term about what will and won't work for us as a community.

I should also say that none of what I post comes just from me. every single thing I've said on this blog has come from at least a few different people. it is not a one-person opinion party, something I'm not sure I've ever said outright. especially with the crowdfund stuff I have had conversations with at least a dozen showrunners who all think the current methods do not work, are not sustainable, and are only benefitting the same people over and over. I have these conversations with my "colleagues" (because I can't think of another word) in the space because I find it interesting and important and valuable. I am engaging with these conversations outside of this blog because I have an emotional investment in us as a community figuring this out so that we can thrive.

I still regret not making this blog when I first desperately wanted to to talk about The Magnus Protocol campaign. (I do have thoughts on the TMA ttrpg though, as a general thing that exists and also based in some basic understanding of how the selected system was a bad choice for what people will be hoping to get from this thing so people will likely be disappointed once they actually play it)

anyway, that's all I have to say on that right now.

tldr: I know my posts are long and there is a lot to get through sometimes. but if you are going to fixate on one sentence and ignore the larger context you are setting yourself up to misunderstand the actual point being made. and yes, there is usually a point, one that I find important enough to bother writing about in the first place.

actually, I should also say that I would be more than willing to have a conversation with Tal or someone else from that part of the community who believes that the current crowdfunding model is working and will continue to work in the long run. seriously, if I am missing something obvious then explain it to me so I can understand what about this is working. and I don't just mean working for you, I mean working for the community and creators as a whole. because I still see a lot of campaigns fail for much less, even when following the vague tips being handed out about how to run a successful campaign.

#anonymous ad #anonymous #crowdfund don'ts #media literacy #critical thinking #reading comprehension #this isn't a callout because how do you even callout people who are unwilling to engage with the full text #and I'm not kidding about being open to conversation because I am willing to admit when I am wrong if that is the case

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Aren't you a jewel?

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Killian Jones x Emma Swan Brother Male!Reader

Timeline: Killian Jones flirting with Emma at beginning until you put him up against a wall and tell him to stop hitting on your twin sister. Male!Reader went with alongside Emma when she was put in the tree as a baby (just imagine the tree takes three persons instead of only two). (After they took Peter Pan out of Henry's body)

Warning: He found what happened in the timeline attractive. Male!Reader is kind of OCC called as Jack throughout the story (you can change the name). Relentless flirting.

His nickname for you: Jewel

It wasn't weird that the great Captain Hook found a woman, Emma Swan, attractive. He mostly found most woman attractive when they have a sort of bite, what he didn't expect was that it could happen if a man that was handsome did the same.

Jack was as normal as the next guy, son of the famous Prince Charming and Snow White; complete opposite in personality since he would not give a fuck about anyone's feeling if it was a life or death situation; he was a little bit impulsive too but still a great guy. When he found out there was a pirate hitting on his twin sister, who literally looks nothing like him, he decided to take action on it unlike his nice-to-the-bone father.

Captain Hook pov

I'm walking down the docks when I see a gorgeous man; he was perfectly build, had beautiful curly black hair with some stunning grey eyes that popped out because of the slight eyeliner he had on. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black long sleeve shirt that still showed of his perfectly sculpted arms. Apart from all of that he was wearing some beautiful black boots.

"Aren't you jewel?", I thought while I looked at him as discreetly that I could. I guess I didn't do such a great job since he started walking my way. He didn't stop when he reached where I was standing so I instinctively started to back up until I finally was against a wall.

When he finally reaches me, I put my hands up out of instinct, well a hook and a hand, in a try of self defense but he simply grabs both and puts them on top of my head preventing movement and one of his legs ended up pressing against my crotch while he leaned over to see my face better. I can now tell that his grey eyes have specks of blue and his face was littered with freckles that just added to his beauty. What I definitely couldn't help but notice that the pressure of his knee on my crotch brought a sense of pleasure that wasn't intended by the beautiful man.

— You're quite handsome which doesn't help on threatening you but stay the hell away from my sister — the man said with a voice that just matched his look. This is bloody intoxicating.

— Mate, you may have to tell me who your sister is, aye? — I said while straining my voice slightly at the feeling of his knee moving a bit.

— Emma Swan and I'm Jack Swan — said Jack while he held eye contact in such a way that made me swallow harshly.

— I won't bother her again mate, you can trust me in that — I said while I clench my jaw harder at the feeling of his leg moving but he seemed to notice and he smirked while he moved his leg harsher making me whimper against my will.

— I believe you — Jack said before letting my hands go and walking away with a slight sway on his hips. I watched as he walked away while my eyes trained at his ass after I looked at front he floor (like in the gift). I smile to myself since I now need to woo the handsome man know as Jack Swan.

I'm taking a sip from my coffee at Granny's when I see Jack enter with Henry next to him. I can't help but overhear their conversation.

— Let me get this straight, little man. You want to check out the mines that everyone is banned from because of security issues because there might be some magical thingy that might help stop Rumple from killing Captain Hook aka Killian Jones? — asked Jack while sitting two or three seats away from me, not noticing my mere existing.

— That's correct — said Henry while he looked at Jack expecting an answer.

— So my opinion's are, get killed by Regina aka your mom because I didn't stop you, get killed by my sister aka your other mom because I didn't go with you or get killed by my nephew aka you because you dragged me to the mines? — asked Jack while Henry nodded while he looked at Jack with hope. Jack looked like he was thinking before I saw him shrug.

— I'm going with the third option, just let me change and get actual things we need in a mine. Just wait for me, here have some money and buy yourself a hot chocolate or something while you wait — Said Jack before walking off after giving Henry the money.

Some minutes passed and I see Jack with a tight white shirt and some loose military pants making me swallow hard yet again.

— Let's go little man, adventure and possible death from your uncle awaits — said Jack while he and Henry walked off towards the mines. I should probably tell the Charming's that their kid and grandchild are both going towards danger.

I finally arrive at the apartment and knock on the door. I'm received by Snow White otherwise known as Mary Margaret and Prince Charming also known as David. I can see in the background Emma Swan and Regina, or the Evil Queen, talking over a cup of coffee.

— I'm going to make it short mate's and lassie's, Henry and Jack are going towards the mines that she banned the public from going to — I said while I pointed at Regina while everyone looked at each other in what seemed to be panic.

— Well, what are we waiting for? — asked David while everyone started to leave the apartment heading towards the abandoned mines.

When we get there, the first thing we see is Henry looking around in panic until his eyes land in us where he makes a sign to follow him.

— C'mon, hurry! — said Henry as we all ran after him, following him. I can't help but wonder where Jack is.

We look around and see Henry running towards Jack whom is laying in the ground while some blood come from his head and from a big shard of cristal stabbed in his leg.

I run towards Jack and pick him up while I let the other's guide me to the hospital. I look at Jack face and see how his eyes open slightly making him stare at me. I smile at him and see how a small blush spreads though his cheeks before he closes his eyes again with a sight.

— You told on Henry and me, didn't you? — Jack asked me while his face scrunched in slight pain while he snuggled closer to my chest. I look at him and smile to myself.

— Aye, mate — I said while I kept on following the rest of the Charming's. I feel some lips in my check making me stop for a second before going back to running. I look at Jack and I see him smiling like if he didn't do anything, like if he won a game.

I stop in my tracks and give Jack a kiss. I gave him a peck but then I gave him another one and another and another until we were kissing passionately. I feel him moan quietly when I enter my tounge in his mouth and with that little insetive I started sucking and exploring every single corner of his mouth.

— Hook! Stop kissing my son and get your ass inside of the car — screamed David making me pull away from Jack's mouth with a smile and a bit of embarrassment but Jack gave me another bruising kiss while he pulled my hair and then let me run to the truck.

Looks like I won a battle but it seems Jack won the war, yet again...

#Killian Jones #Killian x male reader #Male reader is Jack Swan #male reader fanfic #lgbtq #Male reader #once upon a time #ouat #4drinkames #ouat fandom

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Gwen Poole in Daredevil S2

Somewhere on these rooftops, Matt was lying dead to the world. Hopefully not actually dead, though.

Not that Foggy would know, until he found him.

Finally he climbed another set of goddamned stairs. And on the roof of this one, there was indeed a body in that stupid red suit.

Not just that, though. There was someone else.

A... girl? Young woman? With a pink and white leotard and a matching mask with wide pink lenses for eyes.

She had a hand on Matt's neck, clearly checking his pulse, but straightened up when she saw him.

"Oh, hey, Foggy! Gosh, this scene was iconic for me. How many stairs did you climb?"

"So fucking many." He sighed, before common sense hit him, "Wait, who are you?"

"I'm Gwen!" She introduced herself excitedly, "This is such an honor, sir."

Okay, that was seriously freaky. She knew his preferred name, had found Matt before him, and now she was calling him sir.

"You sure this is the guy, Gwen?" A voice drawled next to him, "All I'm getting is panic from him."

Foggy flinched, suddenly realizing the boy with a pink mohawk standing right beside him.

"Oh, yeah, it's definitely Foggy Nelson, Daredevil Babysitter Extraordinaire." Gwen agreed.

"How do you know all this?" He asked defensively. If these guys were assassins...

"Relax, Pink left the merc business a while ago." The boy told him with a roll of his eyes. So he was that type of teenager.

"Are you some kind of psychic?!"

An aura of pink cloaked Matt, and he levitated off the ground, blood dripping from him, "Only the very best. Now where do we take this guy?"

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Crisis slightly abated, Gwen Poole was now jumping around their matchbox office, stars in her eyes.

Two seconds in and she had blurted out the truth to Karen. Given how she said it like she was relaying the plot of a TV show, she didn't seem to entirely believe it.

All the while, the other pink douchebag slouched on the ceiling. And a black-haired scrawny kid with a billowing green jacket watched on in horror.

"We're doing Daredevil Season 2!!!" She cheered, jumping up and down, "It's the Punisher one!!! This is going to be a meeting of the moments!"

"Okay, so she's crazy." Karen nodded, trying to keep her cool, "What about you two?"

"I'm trying to get the drugs she's taking." Quire said bluntly.

"Dude, you've dated her. Gwen's just like this." Scrawny kid who still hadn't introduced himself said.

They all looked at Gwen, who was now juggling guns jesus fucking christ-

"A little cocaine?" Quite asked hopefully behind him, as Foggy rushed over to stop her.

[Idk Platonic "Teach Me To Not Give A Fuck" Gwentin is my favorite dynamic and this was the best way I had to express this. The premise is literally them jumping to another dimension bc they felt like it. Also Gwen stans Frank, which is weird as hell for them.]

#ibis ficlets #matt murdock #foggy nelson #daredevil #daredevil tv #gwen poole #gwenpool #cecil gwenpool #quentin quire #kid omega

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spenglercore · 3 months

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For the asks, fear with Vic and break with Vic, Piotr, and Ilse

Also I know I say this all the time but I literally adore your ocs so much, I would die for them 🩷

AAA ty, I'm glad you like my disobedient brain children! :3

From this list!

Fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

For Victoria, her greatest fear is abandonment. Being a GNC bisexual woman in academia in the 70s and 80s means that any community she managed to find almost always turned on her if she revealed her sexual orientation or didn't act like a 'proper woman'. Her parents were also abusive and didn't approve of her for the same reasons, to the point that when they found out she's bi, they disowned her. This is also why she's not open with her fears, being emotionally vulnerable was a punishable offense growing up so she learned at a fairly young age to do her best to wall off her deepest thoughts and feelings.

Break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

For Piotr - He's a really emotional person to start with, and the man has a heart of gold who will not hesitate to help others with anything, if he's able. He tends to internalize things both out of guilt and a sense that he needs to be the primary breadwinner for his wife and son not just because that's how he was raised, but also because he genuinely wants to provide for them.

During his time in the Army as a tank mechanic deployed in Vietnam, there is an incident where he kills an enemy soldier with a hammer in self-defense. Once he's back home after a medical discharge, the memory starts to haunt him, and he quickly becomes withdrawn and distant. Eventually, he reaches a point where he's having dissociative episodes and during one of them, Ilse finally asks what happened while he was deployed. At which point he finally breaks down and he just collapses against her and cries a lot, and goes on and on about the intense guilt he feels for taking a life, even if it was in defense of his own.

More under the break; cw for mention of self harm.

For Ilse - If she ever lost Piotr, that would break her. Not only because he's her husband and the father of her son, but because they were friends from the time she was twelve. And being that he's in the army and actively deployed in both Korea and Vietnam, she is aware that she could get a letter in the mail at any time saying that her best friend will never be coming home. But knowing that's a possibility and actually getting that letter are very different things. At first she'd go catatonic while she processes the fact that she'll never see him again. And while she does cry whenever she has to tell her son the news, she doesn't actually break down till she's alone. The full breakdown is mostly a lot of sobbing while she lays on his side of the bed in attempt to find some for of comfort amid the sense of loss and grief.

For Victoria - Being abandoned by someone she actually opened up to would absolutely destroy her, especially if it happened without warning, like they just up and left with no explanation. The breakdown wouldn't be immediate; she has existing abandonment trauma and an extremely low opinion of herself due to a lifetime of being told she's not good enough, so initially she'd try to shrug it off as an inevitability that she just has to accept. But it would only take a few days for her to hit a point where she can't keep the lid on her emotions anymore, at which point she'd just get angry. Not at the person who left, but at herself for trusting them. A breakdown for her would consist of a lot of screaming and hitting things until her hands are bloody and bones possibly broken. After she wears out the burst initial burst of anger, she would sink into a depression where she actively pushes people away from her by lashing out both physically and verbally, from a place that's halfway between 'hurt them before they can hurt you' and 'show them the monster you are right up front'.

#asks #nonbinaryvulcan frend tag #rocket car isotope #ilse spengler #piotr kowalski #victoria smith #angst asks

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THE FINAL FRONTIER breakdown

as always my first impressions were typed hastily and in shorthand w typos on my phone and i am translating them to proper readable language

opening scene was very reminiscent of mad max and the sound effects made me think of sybok as darth vader, lol. when i realized he was vulcan i knew exactly who he had to be

the first mind meld scene was like. weirdly sexual. that share your pain thing also reminded me so much of sound of my voice lol

cathy's reaction to the names in the credits: sighing heavily on seeing william shatner's name. no reaction to leonard nimoy's name. delight at seeing deforest kelley.

second scene of the movie i watched while blinded by tears because spock was there. to be fair to me i had been primed by the world's longest rock climbing scene ever in which i glorified in the sheer fact that i was NOT watching tng. i needed this so much. my reward for finishing most of the first two seasons which is some of the worst tv i have ever watched in my entire life.

cat lady with three tits. bill shatner is a fucking freak

every time there's a woman catherine and i have a bit where we gasp and go, in shock, a woman! but when it's a romunlan woman we really are shocked every single time. just like in the enterprise incident, so true

uhura is still super mega fucking hot in these movies btw. she's so beautiful. it's very cute that she's with scotty i guess (and i was really surprised!! i guess this explains why i see them as a side pairing in fics so often) but she could be marrying ME instead

thrilled to learn that bones can cook and that spock is. willing to sample his beans, as it were

i loved the whole camping scene. i understand the Plot of this movie is bad but the character scenes were some of the best in all 5 movies and indeed the entire tos series. like this is the most married those 3 old men have EVER been. "we don't have families but we have each other" THEY WERE LITERALLY DOING THE GAY FOUND FAMILY ON ACCIDENT. HOW DID WILLIAM SHATNER WRITE THIS???

"i've always known i'll die alone" is maybe the worst thing kirk has ever said or will ever say and i don't want to talk about it.

my one point of complaint is "marsh melon" or whatever spock said. it was cute but i know his ass read and pronounced it alone in his quarters like 700 times first. it's like when you make castiel not know what an egg is. maybe he was being silly on purpose to amuse kirk and bones <3

LOVED their singing. i didn't think they'd actually do it but they did. times were different back then

bones was in fine form in this movie. he had a lot to complain about but he also jumped to spock's defense at least once that i remember right off hand. i swear he just gets progressively better with each season/movie the way uhura just keeps getting hotter. some things truly do get better with age ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i loved how when spock had some distress re: potentially recognizing sybok they all had to go in their little longue and have a heart to heart together with him. i don't think this movie ever left anyone out - even in the voyage home, which i LOVE, bones was left out of the kirk-and-spock duo. but almost every single scene they had involved all three of them. truly a win for the throuple enjoyers <3

really mixed feelings about naked uhurua. i'm glad she got to sing her little song. and she is, again, extremely hot. AND i love when she gets to surprprise people even though nothing will ever beat her telling that little ensign to get in the fucking closet. but how could they DOOO that to her william shatner IS going to hell

"hold your horse captain" made me chuckle. also, can you vulcan nerve pinch a fucking HORSE?? i guess you can now. i bet they had to train those horses so well. how often do you see a fucking HORSE play dead

when sybok was like "well spock what do you have to say" and spock, outnumbered 100 to 1, guns pointed at him, obviously in deep turmoil, was silent and expressionless for 5000 years and then replied with "you are are under arrest." KING shit

sorry to be like this but spock with a gun was fucking awesome. i'm glad he didn't shoot his bro but still.

the three of them truly bickered like an old married throuple in the brig. bones coming to spock's defense was so funny he's like fine to gang up on spock until he realizes kirk is genuinely upset and then he switches sides because they're only supposed to gang up on him for fun

"STAND BACK" i knew those idiots weren't going to get the morse code in time and it was still funny. same with scotty like "i know this ship like the back of my hand! [BONK]" anyway he totally came in clutch i love him sm

i don't remember why i wrote "bones is so frail and waiflike" because we said it about 7000 times during this film but it's true

spock's rocket shoes saving the day nearly made me cry again except i got jerked out of it by my SHEER ECSTATIC GLEE that he got to take both kirk and bones ently in his arms while carrying them around. wow <3 love wins <3

"the people of your world once believed it was flat but columbus proved it was round" bitch the fuck he did. i'm blaming william shatner for that one. who knew that in 2023 they would still fucking think the earth was flat

the whole thing with bones's dad was fucking brutal. normally we talk through everything but we were dead silent for that bit. even though i knew what was gonna happen my jaw was on the fucking ground

spock's little baby vulcan ears...wait hold on

LOOK AT HIM!!!

that birth looked brutal. for once i'm giving aos some credit whatever they had going on looked much nicer. sarek seemed less disgusted too. maybe this was just spock's imagination he was like yeah my dad took one look at me when i popped out of the womb and diagnosed me with human cuz i was crying lmao

the second half of this movie was where the plot started getting dicey for me. i didn't really care what was going on before now bc i was having fun but when they started talking about the great barrier i got confused. i thought that was on the outside of the galaxy? and i thought at the center of the galaxy was some fucking anomaly and the devil lived there. cuz that was in the animated series. i know. i watched the whole thing.

like we get there and everyones like wow its so beautiful! like no offense cool rocks bro but ??? there's literally nothing there

the big ribcage rocks popping up out of the ground gave us a laugh. at first were like: hopeful: tentacles? no. just spikes. this place is not a place of honor etc

god as a giant inverted face over white light who shot lasers out of his eyes was the stupidest fucking thing i have ever seen in my life. i laughed so hard. i do love though that kirk is apparently an atheist who enjoys backtalking god. he talked to god the way he talks to computers when he's trying to suicide-bait them

i wish we had gotten some explanation of what that actually was? and why everyone thought it was god? but whatever. apparently this movie was also trying to say something about cults but it didn't. again, whatever, i was mostly having fun with whatever was going on so i didn't care but the plot was really very very bad

at one point in my hysterics i typed "LMAO GOD'S GONNA FUCK THE SHIP" as in "and make jim jealous because that's what he wants to do" but i don't remember why so i'll just leave it as the mystery that it is.

spock's little "get ahold of yourself" when bones started being frantic about jim being al;one down there after the two of them got beamed up. lol.

spock's little "damn you, sir" 🥰

metal as hell and also anime as hell that they killed god. what a ride that was. first i thought kirk was gonna do it. then i thought the klingons did it. then it was SPOCK that did it. i could not have asked for a better outcome

"not in front of the klingons" i finally have context for this. i had seen snatches of it in gifs and videos but it was even gayer than i imagined. WILLIAM SHATNER WROTE THIS???

genuinely in SHOCK they ended it with them camping again. i was like if they start singing i am Going to scream. and you know what they did?? yes. yes. yes.

i don't understand why everyone hates this movie. like, yes, the plot was bad near the end. the villain was bad. the stuff about god being In Your Heart was lame af. but the character moments were PERFECT and the movie was extremely funny and everyone was very charming. it boggles the mind that it almost meant there was no sixth movie. like it wasn't perfect but it had so many redeeming qualities!!

that said. i did watch it after some of the worst tng i have Ever seen AND on the same day i watched into darkness so maybe that has something to do with it lmao

#personal #star trek blogging #tff lb #one day i'll read the novelization...i just got stuck on wrath of khan because i can't find it in a good format

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walker-extended-universe · 1 year

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WIndy Rewatch 1x04

God this episode was even better the second time around. I could listen to the Tom Davidson song every day for the rest of my life and I need to know who to talk to about making it an actual song that I can get on Spotify or something. Or at least a music video on the DVD lol

Things that stuck out to me the second time around

Abby says that Kate being a single woman on the frontier isn't a good enough reason to have an "arsenal". Like... okay 1) you found ONE pistol and 2) you should buy a gun too considering at least one person in this show wants you dead. Just saying

Kate doesn't know Abby's whole story but she knows enough to want to help and that's lovely

Kate being so hesitant to work with Calian and Hoyt because she wants to do this right makes sense given her Pinkerton status but it also falls in line with her backstory. Like something went horribly wrong back in Baltimore and she doesn't want to repeat that mistake

Guys Lucia just wants to talk to Hoyt. That's it. She just wants to talk to him. Why can't she just talk to him for two minutes? She just wants to TALK!!!!

Tom: Hi Aunt Teresa! :D Aunt Teresa: I see you've still failed to get the hotel. Tom: :( I'm working on it.....

The way Hagan IMMEDIATELY jumps to Kate's defense when Teresa starts talking down to her though. I love them your honor

We agree that the Davidsons arranged for those costumes to be destroyed in an attempt to make Hagan look bad yes?

Kate's just like "I'm sorry I have an impossible task that I cannot pay you for" and Kai's just like "I would both kill and die for you so this is fine :)"

Was Amos drunk for the whole episode or is that just how he talks? He sounds like he's high

Augustus was having so much fun in this episode. It's Founder's Day! He can just walk around and have fun! And be a history nerd! He's enjoying himself so much!

*hissing and booing at the lake scene*

Abby says that Hoyt's never had to face the consequences of his actions like he didn't literally get kidnapped and dragged back into a town of people he pissed off specifically so he could face the consequences of his actions. Which, okay, Abby may not know about that. But it just rings hollow and sounds too much like how Micki and Bonham judged modern Hoyt and it irritates me.

Kate went from being cautious around the Davidsons to wanting to be on the offensive in less than 24 hours and it is 1000% because they hurt her dad father figure boss

I love the song so much. Kate is an excellent showman. I hope we get more musical numbers out of this show

This probably means nothing but it stood out to me that Teresa said her nephew was her weak spot but she doesn't name Tom specifically. Idk it just feels odd now that we know she has two nephews. A way of revealing a weakness without actually revealing anything?

Teresa telling Tom that Abby is good for him is so weird now that we know that she wanted him to kill Abby AND Liam. But maybe she didn't know who Abby/Mary was aside from being Liam's wife? Because otherwise she would've been on Tom's case for not finishing the job I feel

Kate getting mad at Hagan for selling the hotel when she doesn't even know the whole story and he feeds her a lie and she doesn't know it's a lie and- ;-; I need a minute

I can't believe I didn't notice this last time but Kai drops his accent during his second confrontation with Amos. And he carefully doesn't speak when Tom shows up. Interesting.....

Hoyt: Did you have fun with my girlfriend today? Me: That's mighty big talk for someone who doesn't even act like a boyfriend

The final shot of Kate and Abby and Hoyt and Calian sitting around the table at Hagan's is perfect. They're a team now, whether they like it or not. They need to work together.

#windy rewatch #walker: independence #s01e04 #pax romana

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heleneplays · 2 years

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You'll remain here (You'll remain dear inside)

LITERALLY FUCK ME I GUESS. SPENT THIS WHOLE DAY DOING NOTHING BUT WRITE FOR THE BLORBOS AND YOU KNOW WHAT. IDC. IT'S WORTH IT. THEY'RE WORTH IT.

anyways this are parts of the besties' pov, because I have unresolved feelings and half baked personifications of them screaming at me to write!!! them!!! down!!! so i am blaming my own issues but also James bc SIR. augh. my love for your goddamn blorbos is terminal and i succumb gladly :(

ok but honestly i was originally just going to write a meta fic of Helene actually becoming a self-aware character, that her choices were all predetermined, that it was a game etc etc on the second part but HEY things happen and next thing i know i wrote like 10k words instead of her choosing to fuck the narrative that good things have a price, and love is always enough in this three (?) part series of the endgame that never is, was, and hopefully never will be!!!!!!

ANYWAYS

forgot to say but stream GODSENT by BEN&BEN LIKE AUGH PLEASE.

again, María x Helene, but arching POVs from Sam, Cleo, Esme, Rémy, Zhu, and Dominique in the start of it all <3

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Helene died, cradled in María's arms. They saw her breathe her last, focused on nothing but the woman who held her.

Sam almost wants to be bitter at that moment, because she'd gone and left, and her eyes never strayed. She didn't notice anyone else, had no other words to say except for María, and then they remember.

("It's always been her, Sam." She whispers, smiling brokenly as she stares straight ahead.)

So instead, they turn that bitterness into one part grief, nine parts wonder because throughout their adventures, the woman they consider their idol-turned-mentor-turned-friend was still as true to their heart, even in the face of broken dreams of the future, in the face of death.

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"It feels like i'm playing God, when I hold these things in my hand." She whispers.

Sam remembers the island. Of how the Carxite podium held her, gripped her. The way inhuman rage looked at her, and how she ordered the island's defenses to activate.

Sam remembers the ozone smell, like fresh struck thunder; of vision of half-melted bodies of her enemies, of all the Nazis who set their boots into the shore.

Sam remembers calling out for her, and her cruel reply; remembers the light in her eyes gone, replaced with a dead-eyed imposter in her place sneering with cold contempt.

Of her breaking out of it, as they approached her, and as María, even then, stared at the woman with no ounce of fear.

Then Sam thinks about the silver-eyed goddess who stood in that place just moments ago, radiant with power, untouchable, but alive in the way the first one forgot; of how they snapped their fingers, and used the stone's powers like a familiar extension of their limb—not to kill everyone like she did then—but to delibitate and injure her enemies enough to stop them from interfering.

(Of how María, themselves, Belby, and in extension, the rest of their team shot Heidi Hahn in cold blood as Helene turned her wiles against the slippery snake beforehand.)

And of how they decisively struck down, with no measure of mercy, the other woman who made this endgame happen.

(Because if Sabine Schneider never found about the Archive, never subscribed to the Aryan ideals, never descended into a madness so familiar, then this clash of titans would have perhaps never borne fruit.)

(Atleast, Sam would like to think so.)

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"Of all the people you included for this deathride of a mission, I didn't think you'd be the one to die, Helene."

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Cleo looks at the woman she just helped lay down the couch, then towards Esme who was looking at Helene with a curious gaze. She looks as heartbreak settles in the woman's eyes, but not grief. She's seen enough people in the entirety of this war mourn and break into grief, but Esme seems to just breeze past that and go straight to acceptance.

Cleo feels discombobulated.

"It doesn't feel right, no?" The blonde's crisp tone shakes her out of stupor. The woman would be embarassed at being caught staring, but she's kind of past that.

"I don't—I mean, She is—" Cleo starts, trying to give words to her thoughts. Esme understands though.

"The first time I met her, I knew she was a star. She burned so fierce and brightly that day that she and my..." Esme shakes her head, voice pained but a broken smile painting her lips. "the day she and I met. Did you know we met during her dig in Jerusalem in '34? We crossed paths outside the Colony, and I felt something was about to happen after a brief moment our gazes met. Not even 10 minutes later, she was running out the Grand Salon, Nazis on her heels after she pissed them off— Next thing I knew, I was out there with the shattered remains of a pot, saving her from certain death by gunshot after she got herself cornered by one."

"I knew Spillane was a bit of a disaster, but to hear that she's just like that since then—"

"Oh no, don't get me wrong, Helene's a great big daredevil, but I was kind of a foolhardy self-proclaimed adventurer then, dragging Abdul all over the place, then it just clicked, you know? I do so hate bullies, and that day... made things clearer. Somehow."

"I kind of get it. She's a trailblazer, with almost 0 regards to conventional boundaries of society, then she drags you along for the ride."

"I went there willingly, i'll have you know!"

"Oh yeah? Well I was the one dragging her through it first!"

Both women look at each other, and laugh. It's painful, and others would say a touch hysterical, but it's something true, a release.

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"I did her wrong, kinda a lot. Is it selfish of me to wish she was back, so I can apologize for some of the things I did?"

Esme keeps quiet for a few moments, before she replies.

"Helene got my man killed, you know. In '38, during that quest for that man looking for his ancestor's grave."

Cleo turns to look at her, shocked.

"I'm sorry, that's unkind." Esme sighs, but continues.

"It's just partly her fault. This... cult, they attacked our home because Helene was there, because I missed an adventure and it was a perfect excuse to get to see her. We were down to one floor, trying to survive, and it was a bloodbath, because their members so many, then Sam was clobbered down, and then Helene had to make a choice between me and Abdul."

Cleo wanted to ask so many things, but kept quiet.

"It was a split second, and I saw her looking at Abdul, thinking that my honeybear was going to be the one she saves, because to be quite honest, those two are more alike than I really would like to admit. And I was okay, I was ready for death because I love him, I loved him, I loved Abdul Al-Maliki, and I was alright as long as he lived—"

"But she chose you, instead."

"She did. And I wanted to hate her, because she saved me, instead of him, my light and the reason I loved so freely—And for a while, I did."

A slow smile curls into her face.

"I hated her. For all 10 seconds of it."

Cleo wants to be shocked. But she can't. Helene was, fundamentally, never unlikeable. She may be a clown at times, infuriating and stubborn; but never unlikeable.

(It's like a power of hers, they think. Helene has a great capacity to befriend people, soothe tempers, and charm others.)

(But she also was unflinching, unabashed, and unremorseful, especially against her enemies.)

"Helene has a great capacity for love. I was privelleged to part a small part of her heart, along with Abdul, and it was that part that I think, that gave her the instinct to save me. Love is not quantifiable by any means, but I think, Abdul told her just how far the depths go, and that moment made her choose differently."

Esme clenches her fist.

"I didn't understand then, but looking at how María held her, God, how she broke—She asked for my forgiveness before we left for this, y'know? I said I forgave her then, even if I didn't know why. Because even if his death hurts, he tried, she tried, and that's all I can really ask for."

(Abdul is a kind, good, gentle man. Slow to anger, with an infinite well of love. Helene is a kind, somewhat good, gentle woman. Slow to anger, with an infinite well of love.)

(Demons run when good men go to war.)

(So what would good women make run when they go to war?)

(Everything. Everyone.)

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"You're right. Helene being dead feels surreal, because she survived far worse things. Most of which were my fault, because I kept omitting parts of the truth."

Cleo says after a while. She closes her eyes, thinking about every adventure she shared with the woman.

New Orleans. Congo. Romita. Kuzco.

All adventures fraught with deep, heavy things. Goddamned Racists, secret Nazis and murderous Natives, a Cannibalist group, and again, even more Nazis, except this time not-so-secret.

"I should be dead, to be honest. All the way back from Congo."

Cleo takes a deep breath.

"Our story starts in New Orleans, like I told you. She invited me to do a guest lecture in her fine, prissy, whites-only college, because she was like that; and we attracted the attention of the local Ku Klux Klan because of it. Things happened, and I dragged her to solve a mystery, we solved it only to get captured; she got lightly tortured for our troubles, almost maimed by a dog and then a croc. Then I invited her to Congo, she accepted, omitted that the jungle locals were growing more agressive, stumbled to a Nazi conspiracy, got captured, AGAIN, almost got branded as slaves, DID work one shift as one, staged a coup, overthrew the local soldier garrison... THEN HAD TO STAGE ANOTHER BATTLE YET AGAIN, but we survived; hell, we lived!"

Her hands shake, imperceptibly.

"We lived because she sent Sam and our guide, Jeff, with me, and she braved the north side alone with her part of the troops until we had to regroup as one, and then she saved me, while I was lying prone on my back, about to get skewered by their bayonets; but there she was, like an avenging little angel, smoking gun being reloaded faster than I could comprehend. And all I did get to say was thanks, because our adventure wasn't done, and after it all she was just—"

Cleo smiles, thinking about the Helene who literally flopped down on a bed and slept 48 hours straight.

"She went straight to sleep, heedless of everything else, didn't she?"

"Yeah."

They both take a second to collect themselves. Then Cleo continues.

"The next time we met was months after that, but she waved me off, getting me a drink 'til we went home drunk, and then I didn't talk to her about it again, and see her in person until Romita. I can't tell you want happened in Kuzco, but God, Romita? That place was a hundred ways more personal and fucked up than the whole back-to-back siege in Congo, because that... the monsters we encountered there? Truly Inhuman."

Cleo twists her fingers, trying not to remember the way her student flinched away from her, scared and emaciated; of the broken body of the girl, Mina–no, Stefania, flying down to the earth, and the crunch that followed after her self-made descent off the ravine.

(She tries to keep the chilling image of Ariadne Stokes smiling at them beforehand out of her mind, and shivers as she tried to think of what monster Helene faced. Because the ravenette was so silent and withdrawn afterwards, and she wouldn't speak of anything that transpired, even prodded.)

"Alone." Cleo says, and Esme searches her face, trying to understand. Then it clicks.

"You left her alone."

A statement, not a question.

"Yes. I'm not proud of it, but I've left her more times than I should have, all these years."

"...I won't ask why, or tell you what you should feel, because that's yours alone." Esme finally says, after a while. "But I'd like to think she's forgiven you anyways. She did that, kind of a lot."

"...Yeah, I know. I want to think that too."

---

"You saved... kinda a lot of asses, Spillane. But nobody's ever been able to save you, when it mattered."

"No, someone did."

And their gaze slides towards María, who's still looking out the window and into the empty night sky, looking for something only she could see.

---

Rémy can count on one hand the times he'd been out of words. As a learned man, he never had a lack of them, loving the way his voice sounds, especially at the throes of passion.

But hearing that his dear friend, the woman who dared him, once upon a time, to fuck one of his paramours in the top of the Eiffel, has been lost. Well, people can forgive him for not gracing them with his presence, right?

("You, you, you fiendish Frenchman!" Helene shakes with indignance, trying to pummel your back with her tiny fists as you carry her on your shoulder.)

(You laugh, real and deep. "Oh yes, I am a fiend, and I am indeed French! Congratulations on your astute observation, chérie." This is one of the many times you've met after a seminar, but the first you've seen the professional woman crack. Who knew all it took was getting her drunk and embarrassed?)

("Augh, damn you. The only person who should be handling me like this is Spanish and she's farrrrrr more cuter than you, Fournier!" She declares, and you almost colide with a post.)

("Well, well, well! Sounds like a juicy tale, Chérie! You should tell me all about it!")

("No." She pouts, and you feel her tense. "Talking about her makes me sad. And I don't like that.")

(You want to press, but it slips your mind, because the next moment, she's out like a light.)

Miles grimaces beside him, bone deep weariness hitting in the moment the news hits.

"—o can you guys come pick everyone here up?"

"Oui, hang on tight. We'll get the island secured."

---

"How does it go again? Ah, yes. Too rich for use, for Earth too dear."

---

Zhu feels numb, as he sits quietly on his perch, just back from staring from the corpse of his friend.

("You are better than this, Jian Zhu, and you better listen to someone who knows and believes that there IS a goodness that exists within you, with all that want to be a better man! It starts that this moment, by acknowledging that this is bigger than you, than Kao, than everything else you've planned for revenge; So please—" Her voice is five parts pleading, five parts command, and oh. There it is. "Please stay, and help me finish this once and for all.")

(It's at this precise moment you knew you'd come to the ends of the earth with her, for her.)

("Okay." You whisper. "Okay." You say again, more full, more forceful. Because you know your need is selfish, is stupid, but Helene understands, and she knows better than anyone else a part of your story now, and all she asks for is this time, to help her save the world.)

(And you couldn't disobey, even if you tried. Because she is part of your absolution, and you will be a supplicant for her earnest devotion, the same way you feel her protégé(?) does as they cling to her.)

(Helene Spillane may physically be the smallest woman in the room, but the magnitude of her presence fills her with unnatural grace and strength that she dons on and off as she pleases, like a cloak.)

---

"...I'm not surprised, because I know how far devotion can run. I... I understand."

---

Dominique has had some of the shittiest days lately. It nearly tops the moment they uncovered the camps, but—

Helene is still, and if they close their eyes, they could swear the woman was just sleeping, the way she was no less than 48 hours ago, deep in the jungle wilds while in Japan.

It looked deep, you thought, with the way she was so still; but the brief rest didn't last, and she handily opened her eyes to stare towards you, unseeing yet, but her hands flying to the throwing knife hidden in her side at a blink of an eye.

Then awareness fills them, and you shake you head, opting to get her to prepare instead.

(So no, denial is a bad look on you.)

It doesn't feel real, the assault on the fortress taking almost instantaneously after their mission, after a brief hour or two to get ready with tools and wait for the team to be assembled. Then the bloodbath, of fighting the ground troops, teaming up in several pairs because manpower, time, and the path to the end is limited, and you all needed to make sure the assault is fast and efficient for the world, the fate of the world hangs in this one mission, and you loathe to think the end of it fails.

You don't want to fail. Death is inevitable, and you are nonetheless proud for being included in this ragtag bunch of people fighting for a better tomorrow. Included in the imposible last defense of this mystical mumbo-jumbo, because of course alien and magical powers are goddamn real.

(Fires blaze in your heart as Helene makes the final rounds for one last time before the endgame starts. Final goodbyes were already said awhile ago, and everyone tenses in anticipation.)

(In a better world, you think, Helene would have made a great motivational speaker.)

(And then you snort. Because Helene actually hates speaking in front of a crowd, and most, if not all her extroverted tendencies were a front. You'd know, because for all the showmanship you've done for the sake of your career, part of it was just for you to show off your skills in a relatively anonymous manner.)

(Show a clown to the circus, and get your bread and gold, and all that jazz.)

You're going to miss her, you think. You look around and spot Sam cringing on the side, trying their best to patch themselves up with one hand.

And you can't help but sigh, because the woman you observed who'd have patted their head and give them a noogie before doing the patch-up themselves is gone.

(And never coming back...)

---

"Our time was brief, but hey, we always had fun, didn't we Helene my dear?"

---

They say death is the end.

---

Helene is dead.

And then she wakes up.

There are many questions to be answered. But looking into her eyes, even though something inside has fundamentally shifted, something added, something lost; it's still her.

So they hold off, and take the gift as it is.

---

The word of her death does not spread far. Everyone else agreed to keep it under wraps, the cost of victory still too raw, too dear to talk about.

They settle on half of a lie, that yes, she was briefly gone; but life-saving maneuvers got her back.

But everyone in that island remembers. Her friends; her chosen family— something will forever be changed, because they knew the finality, had lived it, and mourned it, however briefly; before she went and changed all the rules.

(Helene loves to defy expectations. This happening is no other. Everyone is safe, and it's free real estate.)

And because of it, they will all have the chance to talk, really talk, and a chance for a future. Altogether.

---

Helene sits in a bench under the shade. Silver strands caress her face as the wind shifts, blowing a gentle breeze against her face.

Beside her, María sits, saying nothing aside from quietly slipping her hand into hers, and squeezing it. A stray beam dapples from the trees, making the golden bands on their fingers glint in the fading light.

"Do you have any regrets, Helene?"

"Before? During? or After?"

"In any of them."

Helene is quiet, as she is most days. But María has grown to be patient, because love is kind, and makes better fools of them both.

"No."

Short and succinct, with a finality in her tone.

(María, as most of the years that have passed, had grown to understand her new language.)

"Okay. Me either."

And silence reigns.

It’s a loaded but comfortable silence, their two hearts beating as one, and for that moment, everything is enough.

---

"Hey, María?"

"Yes, Helene?"

"Do you know I love you?"

"Yes. Do you?"

"Know that you love me?"

"Yeah, that."

"I don't need to know. I always felt it."

"Even after all I put you through?"

"Even then. Even now. Forever will, and even then."

"How?"

"You're a masterful liar, María, but you can't fool someone like me."

The book snaps shut. And she looks down on her lap, where Helene lies as she wants.

"And what is 'like you', huh?"

Helene looks up at her, eyes bright, and ever so full of love.

"Someone who knows. Someone who sees. Someone who percieves."

She says, quietly, but confidently. Then the brunette shifts, bringing herself up, so different in the time she lied there unmoving, craded in the redhead's arms. And she cups her face in her small, warm hands, and brings herself close, close eneough that they can see the flecks in their irises; of the yellow and gold intersped in María's hazel, and the subtle silver that settled in Helene's dark, grey-brown.

"Most importantly, Someone who loves..." she whispers. "you."

(María kisses her, and it's heady, sweet, and everything Helene ever needs.)

---

"Why did you come back?"

"...Because I wanted to."

"And it's enough?"

You understand that she speaks from a fear, a fear that you'll abandon her for your chase of power. The fear of being left alone, because you already left this mortal coil once, and something hums in you, calling for the void.

You can't explain in words, so you capture her in a kiss. And then try.

"I fought the universe itself to come back here because I believed, María. I believed in humanity, in myself, and the people here I do so love."

"That doesn't answer if it's enough." She answers, her grip tighter at the second.

Am I enough, she what she really asks.

It should hurt, after all these years, this doubt; but instead, it teethers you. And you blink, and everything finally slots into place. So you match her, and hold her close.

You smile.

"I love you, María."

You are enough, is your reply.

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mothmomma69 · 6 months

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OC fun facts

Rosa helps Beth with dyeing her hair, she has also let Beth dye a strip of her hair blue back when they were younger for Rosa's 18th birthday

Beth is a brunette like her mom!! She started bleaching and dyeing it red when she got into middle school though, and cut it to be a lot shorter

Rosa and Beth obligatory emo phase, mostly having Rosa play along with it to support her sister through the whole situation she was going through

Beth does have an ex girlfriend. She doesn't like talking about her much though (Only person Rosa has ever called a bitch and the first time Beth saw her sister be completely different from her normal nature. Guess you can say she has her father's anger :3 also she beat the shit out of that ex for Beth since the ex used her to get a more popular status in school)

Rosa hates swearing but will do it if she feels it's necessary to emphasize a point (Or if she is pissed off) and then there is Beth who swears a LOT. Rosa doesn't mind it though, she just knows her sister is on edge a lot

Beth has a job as a programmer, mostly giving me an excuse for her to be working from home

Rosa is very very aware of other's emotions, but doesn't know how to really handle them unless its someone extremely close to her. She also keeps a punching bag in her barn for herself and Beth when they're mad

Since Rosa is mainly helping on her Aunt's farm, she is pretty strong. She also likes animals a lot and has tried to convince her aunt to let her keep all sorts of stuff. Her aunt made a "No outside animals inside" rule after Rosa had brought a snapping turtle from the pond down the road into the house :sob: in her defense "Hes just a bit of spice to him, other than that and the fact his bite could literally break my fingers, hes pretty cute!!" (Florida energy fr)

Beth found said snapping turtle in the bathroom the next day and freaked out which is how the rule got made in the first place

Beth gets overstimulated easily and Rosa is CONSTANTLY fidgeting with something or just moving her hands in some way. Basically one who can't stay still and the other who can't move or they can feel EVERYTHING

Venus grew up with Lust in hell after her mother abandons her, knowing Venus should've been half wrath if she was born to who should've been the father. Lust is not a gentle woman but she also isn't COMPLETELY heartless

Venus is a very strong and intimidating imp, her colleagues fearing her due to her ability to so easily get humans to have their souls be corrupted and harvested.

She HATED wrath when he first fused with the old wrath. eventually she learned to tolerate him but there was just something about how he described his death to her that didn't sound right...

Anyways I hope you liked my silly lil dump

#artists on tumblr #writing #ocs #original character #my ocs #my ocs my beloved #my characters #Rosa is definitely neurodivergent

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 139

Defending Your Life/Cold Blood

Mmmm, so, if it feels like I'm not invested in these episodes because I don't say much, it's because the two small highlights of my day could not go toe to toe with the avalanche of bullshit I had to put up with at work today. Like, no doubt they were nice, but the number of times I got interrupted with one task because people are impatient (read: can't wait more than five LITERAL seconds) and the woman I was working with was slow as hell (like, physically would not do her job with any haste in order to take any amount of pressure off of me who was already helping the greater portion of clients, had to tackle all of the "coming back from vacation" things, AND kept having people bring new issues and items to my desk), so that's gonna be my defense if this is not what it normally is

"Defending Your Life"

Plot Descriptions: Sam and Dean investigate murders of people who have their guilty pasts come back and kill them. Could Dean be next?

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: HOW guilty does your past have to be? I'm just saying. We're all guilty of things. How bad do those things have to be to warrant this? Because I don't think I've done anything that would necessitate it

You're right. It IS weird that you're working a normal case. It's been FOREVER.

God. Can't wait for Sam to find out what Dean did to Amy. That'll end well.

How recently did the guy know he was going to die? He paid for three years worth of flowers for the grave of a girl it definitely seems like he accidentally killed. So I guess, it has to be THAT bad.

That dog just teleported through that wall...to kill a dude at a diner. Sure, why not?

How the absolute fuck is this happening?? So. These people go to a random apple farm and a random bar and then all of a sudden, they're marked for death???

Bet it's not a ghost and it doesn't sound like a demon, so I don't think this guy is all that protected

So, is it the bartender or the guy in the baseball cap who got JUST ENOUGH screen time but didn't actually say anything?

Omg Dean...........psyching himself up to potentially get laid. It's......it's kind of adorable, honestly

Ruh roh. Dean got taken...so, it looks like the guy in the baseball cap is Osiris because Sam's on the phone with the bartender

Yeah, I told you that salt wasn't gonna do shit

This is FASCINATING. Do Egyptian gods have to abide by American law?? Sam's trying to play lawyer for Dean, and it's...not going well. He was, after all, just pre law.

Osiris isn't exactly playing fair in this trial with his witness calling and questioning. (Unless he calls Amy...)

Yeah...Dean knows he fucked up there. So now he's been sentenced to die (what else is new for the Winchesters??)

Why would Osiris send Jo to kill Dean when she never blamed him. That's......a lot.

Cool cool cool. Glad we're still keeping this whole Amy thing a secret.

Wonder how that's going to shake out, Sam not feeling guilt about his past anymore...

"Cold Blood"

Plot Description: The Silurians are awake, and angry. The Silurians are preparing for war, a war that could decide who gets to live on earth, The Silurians or-the humans...

Genuinely love how tough Amy acts when she really just got lucky.

It's hard to feel like the Silurian they have captive is wrong...do I like her actions? No. This man had no idea that there was a whole underground civilization that...seems to have been driven there by humans long ago. BUT...her rage is understandable

There's so much set up and it's kind of boring (or I'm tired, who's to say?) but I also can't find it in me to just dictate the action either

Amy and the guy who was taken at the beginning of last episode have found the Silurian army, they're poised for war but they're not doing anything yet.........no one seems to be ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING. The Doctor's trying to convince someone he's not human, Rory's just apologizing for not being the police (never apologize for that, babes), and another dude is dying of Silurian poisoning.........but they're all moving so freaking slowly

This woman is having one of the worst run of days. My day seems like a walk in the park compared to having your husband and son abducted and your dad poisoned all by the same species who are now trying to wage war on yours.

Yeah...she...fucked it up for everyone. Sure she only used a taser, but damn...you REALLY REALLY fucked up

It does suck that this ONE Silurian wanted the war and orchestrated the start to it.

It's sad watching this negotiation session for a couple reasons: 1. that one lady's actions are going to fuck it all up, and 2. the lady scientist's only concern is how allotting space for the Silurians to come up to the surface to live is what benefit could the possibly bring to humans? And it's giving really gross vibes.

OMG, this woman is the WORST. She's going about all of this in all the wrong ways.

Yeah, I love the optimism here, but it is naive (or I'm cranky). This one kid would be at best made fun of forever for trying to convince people that lizard people live under the Earth's crust and we need to prepare to share the world with them.

Man...if the Doctor hadn't stopped to investigate the crack, Rory would be alive right now

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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fueledbyapplepi · 3 years

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hiii Jen~~ i hope and wish that everything is fine with you ❤️ how about bonten men (anywho that you think would fit in this) crushing, more like being a little obsessed over an mysterious woman that always comes to the same club than them, nobody knows her name but everybody knows her bc she comes and go always by herself, she just comes to drink, dance and have the time of her life. when the boys finally go to talk to her, she says "you did take your time to come to me" or "i thought you would never come" something like that. i hope i make sense hahaha 😅

Hooked Into You | Bonten Sanzu, Koko, and Takeomi

(Female Reader)

- The men getting obsessed with the mysterious Y/N in the club.

genre: kinda fluff but not really

warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol and drugs, kind of obsessive and possessive behavior

A/N: This request is so hot it's not even nsfw LMAO Must be one of my fav requests so far! Thank you for this anon! I hope you don't mind that I choose these three because they're the most fitting in my opinion.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

He pinched the bridge of his nose from annoyance. Sanzu felt his mind go hazy. The blinding lights of the club make him feel disoriented, but not wildered enough as he would please.

It's already his third intake for tonight, but it seems like popping the pills won't work. And the situation has been going like this for weeks.

Is his body rejecting the drugs now? Why couldn't he be fucking high?

Then he looked at the middle of the dance floor. Despite the heavy blast of music, and sweaty bodies surrounding him, there was only one thing that he can pin his focus on.

You. It was you. The person at fault that he couldn't get fucking high enough.

Sanzu watched your movement like a predator. How you swayed your hips like you didn't give a fuck who watches you. How you bite your lips every time you feel like the beat is on fire. How the club lights were nothing compared to the glow you give off on the dancefloor.

It's like every move you make is for him. Just the way he likes it. It's like you know you're being watched.

Sanzu was halted from your trance when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Sanzu, if you're not going to make a move on them, then I fucking will." Ran sat beside him. Gulping down the glass of whiskey that was Sanzu's.

"Shut the fuck up, old man." Sanzu gritted his teeth as he glared at the Bonten executive.

"I'm serious man." Ran laughed at Sanzu's defense. "You've been eyeing at them for weeks now. Nothing's going to happen if you'll just stare at them."

"I didn't ask for a damn advice." Sanzu rolled his eyes and continued to watch you. However, he felt like breaking bones today when he saw you leaving the dance floor with another man.

You've been at the club for weeks. And this is literally the first time you've left the dance floor with a man?

Oh, how he would like to kill that man for disrupting his show.

Sanzu immediately stood up from his seat and followed you and the man. As he squeezed in with the heavy crowd, Sanzu made sure to keep an eye on you. But, as he got into the exit, he only saw a car leave.

Is he too late? Maybe Ran's right that watching you won't do anything. Did you really take a man home? Sure, but how dare you.

He was once again interrupted by his train of thoughts when an unfamiliar, but a sexy voice called out to him.

"I'm right here, pretty boy." You walked towards him. The clicking of your stilettos can be heard against the pavement.

Sanzu smiled. Feeling a sense of gratification wash over him as he finally got to talk at you. "What did you just call me?

You walked even closer to him. He could tell because he felt your breath fan over his ear as you leaned into him.

"I said, congratulations on having the guts, pretty boy."

Feeling endorphins all over the place, Sanzu felt his mind go crazy at what you just called him.

Finally, he found his fucking ecstasy.

Kokonoi Hajime

He chugged down the Vodka, not minding how it burned his throat nor how it churned up his stomach. If this is the key to let out his frustrations away, then so be it.

It's not like he doesn't have the guts to make a move. It's just he loves the mysterious aura surrounding you and he doesn't want to ruin it. He's already content from watching you from the sidelines.

He loves how you just sit on the barstool, drinking your glass of Cognac - a drink fitting for an intimidating person like you. He's obsessed with the way you laugh at how people get fucked up on the dancefloor. Were you just here to drink and judge them?

But every time he's here, you're also here. That isn't just a coincidence, right? Not when you gave him a glance last week. A glance that was enough to make his insides go fuzzy.

He loves how you just seem chill at the bar. How you looked at his direction three times tonight. More than the usual - and yes, he counts it.

But he's not having any of it tonight. Not when you look at him but then have a chat with the bartender that's been going for hours now.

Koko chugged another glass of Vodka. Hoping that the drink will drown him and give him a hint from the way you looked at him.

Were you observing him, the way he observes you too?

"Koko, I've never seen you that worked up." Mikey patted his shoulder, breaking him from his observation of you. "Not with another person, at least."

"Sorry, boss. Uhh... it's just the alcohol kicking in." He ran a hand through his hair, going back to look at you.

Deciding that his frustration wouldn't bring him any good, he stood up from his seat and walked up in your direction.

Those weeks of eye contact, must mean something, right? And fuck it if you reject him. He's going to have you one way or another because he can give you everything.

Koko sat on the barstool next to you, sliding his black card on the counter to disrupt you and the bartender's conversation. "I'll pay for this pretty little lady right here."

You turned to look at him. Fuck, you were even more gorgeous up close.

"I can pay for myself." You smiled at Koko, waving your own black card in front of him.

Trying to hide his smile, he raised his brows at you. "So? Can't I be a gentleman for a pretty lady like you?"

You smirked at the man in front of you. That smirk again. "I'm surprised it took you weeks to be this supposed gentleman that you are."

His smile grew even wider.

So those looks weren't just mere coincidence at all.

Takeomi Akashi

It was you. The apple of his eye that you probably don't even know. But who can blame him?

No one.

Not when you come by this club every weekend and drink like it's your last day. Not when you dance to the beat of the music with your tight dress that highlights every curve in your body. Not when you seem to get the attention of almost everyone, but leave without a man in hand.

Even when he leaves the club or when he attends Bonten meetings, you've already occupied the back of his mind.

And he doesn't even know you.

Takeomi sighed. Lighting another piece of cigarette to keep himself level-headed. He's way too old to think about things like this.

Sure, you're domineering and daunting. Every person in this club is nothing compared to your pretty face and aura. But Takeomi might be too old for you.

Or was he?

Sometimes he can't help but think that you're smiling in his direction. Or was the alcohol and intensity in the club just fooling him?

Takeomi looked in your direction. You're smiling again, but this time, you're about to leave.

Following your figure with his eyes, he felt like he was in a trance as you strode towards the exit.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try.

Like a dog obsessed with its owner, he stood up and followed your direction.

Maybe he's willing to be a mad dog for you.

When he reached the exit, he saw you leaning against the wall. The sparkly dress clinging to your body reflected against the street lamp. With a cigarette in between your lips, your brows were scrunched as you were finding something in your purse.

He smirked at how adorable you can be when you seemed annoyed. Deciding that staring at you would only make him seem more like a creep, Takeomi walked towards you.

Catching you off guard, he leaned on you and lighted your cigarette with his resting in between his lips.

You let out a giggle at the action. A laugh that he would kill for to hear again.

Blowing the smoke out of your cigarette, you turned in to face the man.

"Well, that took you long enough."

The Bonten advisor smirked. Thinking of the ways on how he'll do anything to keep you around.

It really wouldn't hurt to try.

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diedbutterflies69 · 3 years

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Will you stay?- Bang Chan imagine.

Contains: friends to lovers au. , Divorce, smut, fluff, blindfolding, oral sex, explicit sexual stuff etc . Minors don't interact.

Never once on your life, you thought you could get your shit together and laugh genuinely at the worst in world. falling out of love is worse but it's even more worse if it's your it's not you who fell out of love. Married at 22 and the honeymoon phase hardly lasted for a year and by the age of 26 got yourself labelled as a woman who sabotaged her own marriage in thirst of money. Your ex husband was bitter about your success even before you got married. He thought as a woman, you just did bare minimum and got yourself a high positioned rank by sleeping with one of the rich rags. You tried hard enough to hold on to that rotten red string , but he had the scissors and just cut you off. You weren't willing to sacrifice your career just because of his Immature mindset, yes you loved him, but can't a women love her own hard achieved success more? That's the question you wished to ask everyone who pointed there fingers at you. After divorce you didn't feel pain just numbness. Your self-hatred coming more stronger than ever, even hating the job, you tried Saving since years, getting life on track seemed impossible and at the end just quitted. Moved out of the city just to move back to your home town, the root of your real pain. It wasn't really a town but rather a more flashy city, expensive shits which you were unable to afford in childhood but now it wasn't any big deal. Earth is round and sometimes precious people find you all by themselves. Your highschool friend, the only friend you had throughout your lifetime because of your anti social tactics.

Bang Chan, the social butterfly who almost knew every single student in whole school, he was the hottest guy you ever saw in your life and also the kindest. You had crush on him even before you both were friends, he was your senior,used to help you with those shitty math sums, crack jokes every now and then and scolded you whenever you procrastinated. He came to congratulate you even on your graduation day, even though there were many more students whom he met you were still glad atleast someone bought you a beautiful bouquet of tulips and bellflower. The last time you saw him was before you moved out in search of cheap collages without informing him, as you thought you were just one of many friends he had and won't ever notice someone like you existed.

But god, how much wrong you were.

You met Chan after almost 9 years in convince store and his reaction was almost priceless , like finding treasure. He was now more handsome, beautiful and god-like even after all this years his style of dressing didn't Changed much, he still looked like Kim Kardashian at 2021 met Gala. nevertheless his smile still had those healing properties with his Cresent moon eyes. He was absolutely stunning.

The first sentence he spoke after confirming your identity was 'I missed you' and then tons of lectures and questions . Knowing how narrow-minded you were he gasped dramatically. Cheesiest ways of saying how could I forget my best friend and so on. That day was probably the best day of your life and maybe even the day after years you really smiled. You both exchanged numbers and addresses and his home was just 10 minutes away from yours. Destiny indeed.

Now it's been over 7 months since you met Chan again and he never made you felt like you were just one of his 109 friends. Chan made you feel special, after knowing what kind of disaster you faced he was even more supporting of you, you both used to spend weekend together watching variety of shows and movies going to stargazing, best friend goals. After many years you knew even if Chan had many people to confide with he never really did. He was alone, just a night owl obsessed with work. You were happy. And he was happy too. Being just friends was enough for you, but not for him . He was slowly trying to find courage to confess his love to you. He liked you fuck from highschool days. He found you once randomly staring at him across the room and when you suddenly disappeared all his fantasies were scattered, he knew your dreams and was willing to help you with your every step. knowing how messed up your household was from your neighbours he felt guilty for not being able to give you happiness. He loved you, but was helded by his own insecurities.

Not anymore though, he wasn't the same coward who just stared at the love of his life from distance. Being the extra human he was, he bought you one of the most expensive restaurant of the whole country, man was loaded. After driving for almost 5 hours you both finally reached there .

Now a nervous Chan sitting infront of you. You being oblivious to the fact that he has a beautiful diamond ring and a confession to make. Chan handed you the menu card and every single dish had an extraordinary name, without much thought you placed the order.

"atleast tell me now, why are we here?" You asked the man infront of you who was behaving extra weird today, he looked sick and was occassionally asking you random questions.

"No reason, I was in mood for long drives and... You know have a nice meal" Chan said fidgeting with his fingers he was acting like a flustered high school guy it was clearly indicating that he was lying but you didn't really care, Chan was weird sometimes.

"Sounds fake, but okay. By the way you aren't sick right?" You asked Chan out of pure concern as he was sweating profusely even in an cold AC room.

"I am fine, just feeling a little hot. Don't worry", Chan said it was more like he was convincing himself that he was fine and shouldn't worry. He wasn't a teenager but a human with responsibilities who once again fell for someone out of his league, he used to think that and he still sees you as a literal goddess. While he was lost deep in his thoughts, the waiter came with food , and this was his opportunity to shoot his arrow. You both started eating and talked like being in paradise.

"did you liked anyone in highschool?", Chan asked you out of blue making you almost choke on food. The only person whom you liked throughout your highschool days was the guy sitting infront of you and you didn't really remembered much guys and the best answer was probably saying a lie with little truth.

"no one lol", you answered trying to sound chilled but since highschool crush topic was out you weren't able to keep your curiosity with yourself.

"What about you, liked someone?", You asked trying to sound nonchalant and not desperate and bitter.

This was the Exactly the conversation that Chan planned in his mind. And here started his way to either heaven or pit of rejection.

"I loved someone", Chan said and you this time you really choked from the depth of your heart, you thought Chan was anti romantic type of guy as he never talked about of his female friends with you or bragged about his non existent dating life. Trying again to not sound jealous or bitter you spoke again.

" Who was that lucky bit-- I mean girl yes girl? Who was she?", You asked, almost letting out the bitch loudly. You weren't sure but you saw Chan smiling cheekily, he was really getting old acting weird more and more everyday.

"Well... Someone from our school",Chan said and you swear you didn't made a disgusting face showing pure jealousy. The best human in your life and your first ever crush had crush on somebody, you didn't knew why you were feeling so fucking bitter but you weren't able to handle the curiosity anymore.

"Tell me her damn name", you asked Chan in a frustrating tone not being able to keep jealousy to yourself.

"Why you being angry", Chan asked followed by his small laugh.

"I am angry, just the food was a little spicy you answer me now, her name?", You answered Chan with your defenses up and still sticking with your previous question.

Chan in response got a little serious now,you thought he was being childish now, he wasn't a kid who was given a dare to name out his crush yet he was acting like one.

"You won't leave me right, I mean after I answer your question?", Chan asked you and you didn't knew what to say in response you were now a little sus about him.

"fine don't answer, keep secrets", you said and continued eating. The next thing Chan said made you now choke and die on food.

"I loved you and I still love you" Chan said looking down at the table head hanging down like his teenage self just confessed he watched porn infront of his parents. You were shocked, frozen and the your heartbeat 10x faster, you didn't knew how to react and tried to find humor in this extraordinary situation.

"Chan, you kidding right?", You asked Chan with a nervous smile on your face. Chan looked up at you , his eyes trying to find yours but you avoided the eye contact.

"I am serious, I liked you from HighSchool times, I saw you for the first time in library when you were looking at me, I swear you were so beautiful and even now after all this years after seeing you I can't, I can't help but fall for you all over again, sorry"

Chan confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability his sentences were scattered here and there and incomplete explanation but still you understood everything he really poured his heart to you, you felt like crying even if you both weren't such stupid cowards back then, then today you won't have turned out a divorced women and Chan a guy who grew out lonely even if he had a world for him.

"What should I say Chan?", You asked Chan you were sounding like a girl whose bf told her to breakup even if the situation was exact opposite. Even if you love Chan , you didn't think about him reciprocating same feelings back to you. You were beyond insecure with your love emotions. One thing was sure you won't be able to love Chan without being a bundle on him. Your emotion Baggage was too big and you didn't want Chan to get his heart too with your stupid emotions.

"I love you and I will be really really good to you. Please try staying with me I will try really hard to earn space in your heart, please?" His confession was like literally begging. You weren't able to believe if he was real or not, if it was a dream that will end as soon as cruel morning comes, this felt like fantasy. Chan was a amazing man, he had everything money ,honour ,beauty a nice heart. He was like a character written by women so perfect so delicate yet strong, and he loves you this fact was enough for to lose your mind. but you thought you were a taint to his beauty, you were a character full of inferior complexes and a person too easy to dislike thats what illusion you made about yourself. A random extra in her own story.

"I will pay the bill, let's talk later", you said and walked away immediately to pay the bill leaving a clueless and disheartened human behind. Chan was able to see how you stopped yourself from saying love you too and throwing yourself in his arms. He wasn't same from HighSchool a guy who gets overwhelmed by his own emotions and gets unable to see others. He knew you had atleast a small space for him in your heart and to make a big room for himself he had to throw out all your insecurities and self hatred. He followed you like a lost puppy and he wanted to pay for food but you already did and now you were already out of restaurant searching for his car to get back.

Chan sitted beside you, without doing anything silence and awkward air surrounding you both.

"start the car", you said breaking down the silence, you were extremely worthless and trash as you made the only one person whom you love feel like nothing.

"Just answer me, will you try dating me please", Chan said his voice again passing draggers into your heart. Trying to form any logical explanation you spoke again.

"I am not looking for relationship right now, see Chan you are amazing, but I can't make you happy now and did you forgot that I am divorced, please understand" you said expressing your real insecurities and fear, fear of not being able to keep a man happy.

"you don't want relationship because you divorced that fucking trash of a man?", Chan asked he was getting frustrated you thought but he just wanted to make you happy and not deny what your heart wants.

"my mind isn't stable, I might just irritate you everytime with my mood, you will will get tired of me and leave me -- I don't want to be alone again I will die if you leave me", you confessed tears threatening to fall out of your eyes there wasn't any doubt that you loved Chan he filled the void in you in just months made you happy but you didn't wanted to just take and take and give nothing in return. Chan's hand found yours interlocking your fingers with so much delicateness that you might cry.

"you think so low of me, just stay by my side I will make you so happy that you will hardly get time to think about your past, trust me", Chan said his fingers slightly lifting your chin up to look into your eyes, you looked in his eyes filled with so much care and this was your last straw before breaking down in his arms.

"I love you, I love you so fuckin much, you were my first love my only friend, my everything, please-- please love me", you confessed tightening your arms around Chan, his scent making you feel safe and like home, his one caressing your hair and other wiping away the tears. Even though the scene was more like a dramatic clique scene whatever emotions you both felt was unexplainable.

"So you my girlfriend now hmm?"Chan asked you for first time in night his voice containing pure happiness and excitement.

"I have a sexy boyfriend", you said smiling from ear to ear against Chan's chest. The label boyfriend making your heart flutter, you didn't knew happiness like this can even exist.

"My love", Chan said his voice sweeter than honey, suddenly the night was more starry."now can we go home?" You asked Chan finally breaking the hug, reality hitted you now Home was 3- 4 hours away.

"I made a reservation in hotel, we gonna spend night there", Chan casually said making your heart jump out of your chest.

"pervert, you planned everything seriously", you said dramatically and giving him a playful digusting look.

"I booked two rooms", Chan said now starting the engine making you feel embarrassed. "Who is pervert now~" Chan said in air teasing you more.

The rest of the ride you both talked about anything and everything. Confessing how you used to find ways to always be in each others vision etc. Both of you finding a new thirsty side of each other. Nothing felt uncomfortable, it was happiness those inhumane laughs crazy tricks you both used to pull everything was heaven. After some time you both reached infront of a gaint hotel , it looked expensive af but regardless Chan knew how to waste money and you were tired of lecturing him about savings.

"let's go", Chan said removing your seatbelt and getting out of car to open the door for ya. He was being so cheesy gentleman and you were enjoying every minute.

"room 42 and 43" Chan said to the receptionist and she handed two keys to him. Thanking her then getting on elevator, you were a little disappointed that you weren't sharing room with Chan, yes you were pervert and total simp for Chan, he was too hot and your sexual drive was getting higher each passing second. The elevator doors opened and you got off. Chan handed you the room key and softly kissed your forehead, both you wished it was your lips.

"if you want anything, just knock okay?" Chan said in his lovely tone, I want you you internally screamed, nevertheless you gave him a nod and got inside that expensive room .

Starring at the ceiling while lying on the bed your mind was full of Chan, you knew he wasn't probably sleeping and was wasting time in watching random shit on internet and you were hungry, hungry for Chan, it wasn't your fault that Chan was so hot. Trying to fall asleep and fidgeting here to there you finally decided to knock on Chan's room door. A danger zone. You noticed how the door flunged open in less than few seconds.

"Hi" you said scratching back of your head and trying to think what next to say.

"Hi..?"Chan said being confused.

"there is cockroach in my room, let me stay with you" you said a clear white lie. Taking impulsive action were never good for you.Chan sighed before opening the door fully and signalling you to come. This was your happiest day ever.

"whY you lying", Chan asked you as you plopped yourself on sofa besides bed. He asked the sentence in a sarcastic way.

"Do you you wanna kiss me?", You asked Chan with a straight serious face catching him off-guard, you didn't wanted to waste more time, you wanted to do everything with Chan, yes fucking on first day of dating was a little too early but you fantasized about this gorgeous man since ages, in your eyes he looked total dom but his reaction to your question was making you doubt your thoughts.

"Are you sure", Chan asked you clearing his throat.

"Are you virgin?"you asked Chan, he was being too nervous.

"Obviously not"Chan answered you in duh tone, rolling his eyes. And it was getting awkward.

"The cockroach must have gone by now I should go, bye", you blabbered and got up ready to leave, you were about to open the door but Chan grabbed your hand and before you knew anything his hands were on your cheeks cupping them softly and his lips so close to yours, Chan's eyes were looking straight in your orbs , your heartbeat stronger than ever.

"Can I?", Chan asked your consent his thumb softly brushing against your lower lip. This man had totally made you insane, something stirred inside you. Chan was perfect he was everything you wished. You gave him a small nod and slowly his lips touched against yours, you wanted to cry, his lips felt so good, he didn't rushed his movements everything was happening in slow motion, he holded you with such a vulnerability like he was afraid that you will go, your hand reached his head, fingers moving through his soft locks. You felt his tongue inside your mouth , you felt a electricity run down your body when the kiss deepened.

We kiss again. The next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong.

Breaking the kiss Reluctantly in need of air, Chan rested his forehead against yours. He was hot almost like burning, sweating.

"Why are you so nervous, Chan?", You asked Chan hugging him tightly clinging like the last leaf to the tree.

"I am scared, I just love you", He said engulfing you in his arms. And you Finally felt, what real love feels like.

"Love you too", you replied softly.

"Do you wanna continue..?"Chan asked you his tone little less scared.

"Off course", you said looking at him with smile, something inside you told it was okay to let out your freaky side infront of Chan. Chan smiled back and suddenly turned you around , the large bed infront of you.

"Lie down there",Chan whispered in your ears , his low register sending shivers down your spine. This was exactly how you pictured Chan to be, your inner submissive almost died. You followed Chan's word and laid on your back on the bed, now you were feeling like a virgin. His eyes roaming through the room in search of something.

"Are you okay with being blindfolded?", Chan asked you as he came back with the tie he wore today and was rolling it slightly in his palms, and you swear you never saw a man so hot in your entire life. Getting blindfolded was one of your unfulfilled kinks.

"ye- yes", you replied your tone filled with thrill and excitement. Chan came back to you standing near you, his hand softly cupped your cheeks , before bringing the tie to use it in sinistrous way tonight. The cloth felt strange to your eyes, his cologne smell hitting you and Chan caught your shy smile, His heart felt so fluffy. Tieing a comfortable knot Chan sat on bed near your waist. His hands slowly crept near your stomach leaving a direct lingering touch on the sensitive skin, eventually going upwards while giving a little squeeze to add stimulation, his hands reached your boobs, you didn't wore bra, and he wasn't surprised maybe your nipples perked up enough to get noticed, his middle and index finger Rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves, the blindfold making his every touch more intense, your breath was heavy you let out a suprised moan when Chan gropped your right boob in an erotic way, this sole action increasing your wetness down there you were getting impatient. You moaned his name a little loudly when his lips came in contact with your sensitive neck, sucking in a painful way, inorder to leave a hickey.

"Should I touch you here", Chan asked you as his hand reached to your area where you needed him to the most, hands going directly inside your panties ,but not touching he was a teaser.

"yes please", you moaned almost breathlessly too tired of intense foreplay. You just wanted Chan to rip off your clothes and fuck you till sunrise. Getting satisfaction with your answer Chan finally removed every clothing of your lower body, leaving you completely bare, all at his mercy. His finger moved up and down on your opening , the wetness making Chan easily slip his one finger deep inside you.

" my baby is so wet, because of who?", Chan asked you as his finger was moving slowly inside of you and thumb rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"because of.. you", you admitted without any hesitation trying to grind yourself on his hand, begging for more.

"Good", Chan said and without saying anything he added another finger inside you moving a little faster inside your cunt, rubbing your walls with a little pressure, scissoring them inside you painfully and making way for a third finger too and by then you were a complete moaning mess, his fingers were pleasure yet torture the blindfold making your senses weak. Mind full of whatever Cham was giving you. Your legs were shaking sign of your orgasm approaching you, by one hand Chan holded your thighs tightly to their place fingers now moving more faster to make you reach the peak of pleasure.

"Chan.. I--I-I-- wanna cum please", you moaned your little squeaks and begs almost making Chan's cock cum right inside boxers. With some final thrust of his fingers, you cummed the hardest you could imagine, squeaky sounds coming as Chan was fingering you through your orgasm, you almost crying from overstimulation. Moaning his name like a chant.

"you did well",Chan praised you finally removing his fingers from you leaving you empty, but it won't have last wrong. Chan removed your blindfold , the bright lights hurting your eyes, you adjusted your vision and the image of Chan sucking his wet fingers coated with your liquid came directly in front of your eyes. Letting out a helpless whine.

Chan plopped himself on knees on either side of your thighs, finally letting his cock out, leaking with precum, and he was big, thick , you didn't thought he could get even hotter.

"Ready baby?", Chan asked you as he fully undressed himself as well as removing your top, your mind hazey . The scene which you pictured since highschool finally happening.

"yes", you replied Chan, he came down to kiss you passionately and slowly entering inside you. You moaned painfully, tears pulling your vision, it was a painful pleasure. Chan kissed away your tears and hand interlocking with yours after finally being fully inside you he started to move at slow pace.

"you feel so good Chan", almost screaming from pleasure, your whines were fuel to Chan's ego and he increased the pace. Body slapping sound filling the room, his groans were most sexy thing you ever heard. Again and again his tip hitting your deepest spots.

"I am close", you moaned out breathlessly, pleasure becaming too much to handle .you released around his cock, reaching the peak second time at night.

After giving a few more thrusts Chan cummed at your stomach, he was still sane enough to not curse you with kids while being lost in pleasure."I love you", he said as he settled beside you hugging you tightly. This was heaven.

"love you too", you said , your voice a little hoarse.

"by the way I forgot that I bought a ring to propose you", Chan said, realisation hitting him, that he forgot to say the long ass paragraph that he was supposed to say while sitting on one knee. You smiled at his guilty face.

"don't worry, propose me after having shower", you said heart filled with pure joy and happiness . Happiness of knowing that You love someone who will always love you back.

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