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#and honestly. hes like. 18 when he dies. yeah hes an adult but like. hes also kind of a kid. he had the chance to learn and grow.

the-cantina · 10 months

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Bliss | Hunter x F!Reader

For @clonexreaderbingo | SQUARE: Hunter | Read in Ao3

Fic | Explicit | Word Count: 5.8k (do not perceive me) SUMMARY: After having fun out in a snowy winter day, you and your husband find a very good way to keep warm. CONTENT SFW: Domestic fluff, married life, playful wrestling, use of “queen”, “princess”, and “ma'am”. Hunter is one incurable cuddle bug. NSFW: Explicit smut, a desperate submissive Hunter, reader is a domme and a bit of a meanie, food play, oral sex (both receiving), rough hair pulling, mild manhandling, begging, edging, unprotected PiV, creampie

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[Gedet'ye = mando'a for please]

It’s not entirely clear who started it, and honestly, finding culprits would do little to change the course of things now; at least, that was the argument that shut up that annoying, anti-fun voice whining inside your head.

You risk another peek from behind the makeshift cover, your already numb hands turning the ice in your grasp into another snowball from muscle memory alone. Hunter had yet to check near the shrubberies chosen as your base of operations. Perfect. Gathering the stack at your feet, you slink away to the next hiding spot, only to freeze midway.

It can’t be…

You can’t fight the smirk that stretches over your lips at the scene ahead. If your rushed attempt at hiding was bad, Hunter’s was downright pitiful. Of all the places, your lover picked the back of your house to hide behind. It was a passable — if predictable — choice. Or it would be, if he didn’t forget to leave his boots out of view.

Tip-toeing to his hiding spot, you bite your lip to keep in the laughter bubbling in your chest, feeling every bit like a cheesy holomovie villain, sneaking behind the hero to deliver a nefarious attack. But the ‘gotcha!’ on your tongue never makes it past your lips.

Confusion robs your voice as you process what’s in front of your eyes. Where you expected Hunter to stand, there’s only a discarded pair of boots, surrounded by undisturbed, smooth snow — no tracks to be seen. Realization feels like a bucket of cold water washing over you, and adrenaline turns your giddiness into hyperawareness in the space of a heartbeat.

He could be anywhere.

Suddenly too exposed and vulnerable, you quickly backtrack your route. Wide-eyed, you scan the white expanse of the backyard for any signal of Hunter activity, suspicious of every blade of grass, branch, and rock littering the floor.

On the edge as you are, the sudden touch on your back is enough to make you jump a foot in the air. An entirely undignified squawk echoes in the cold as you lose balance, toppling headfirst towards the ground.

Your face never touches the snow. Instead, it presses against the warm, solid — rumbling with laughter — chest of your lover.

Petty irritation over losing the battle before it even starts sparks in your chest. But, just like the half-hearted pout in your face, it fizzles out and dies as Hunter’s joy wraps around you like a blanket.

How could you possibly be annoyed when his joy was so loud, so clear? When he gave in to the laughter usually seen in the more carefree Wrecker — the kind that formed belly-deep, rumbling with enough strength to destabilize you from atop him? When he sported a grin so wide, the corner of his eyes crinkled in the most adorable way, sparkling with joy rarely afforded in his way of life? …

Oh, you were in deep for the sergeant, weren’t you? The realization might cause more worry than you really felt, if the love-struck glint in his warm brown eyes didn’t make it clear as day that he was twice as gone for you.

“Gotcha.” He purrs once he calms down enough to speak, strong arms tugging you closer to deliver a noisy kiss at the crown of your head.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me. Happy?” You snort at his lively nodding, before growing serious, “But I can’t believe you took off your boots just to trick me! Let it be known I will hear no grumble or excuse if you catch a cold because of that.”

“Every sacrifice is worth it when it comes to love and war, mesh’la.” Hunter says, sitting and bending over to pull his boots back on before his hands rest on your waist, squeezing softly. “Even more so when this is my winning prize…” His wink is almost enough to kick your annoyance back to life.

“Winning prize, huh?” You ask, turning to straddle him with a smirk and an idea brewing in your head.

“Oh yeah,” Hunter says, eyes closing with a pleased hum when your hands run down his chest and up his sides, “having you in my lap? All over me? Sure feeling like a winner here, love.”

“I’m sure you do, love.” Your smirk widens to a devilish grin as Hunter leans back on his gloved hands, eager to grant you wandering ones further access to his body, “But you should know better than to count your chickens before they hatch!”

It’s Hunter’s turn to jump when, instead of the touch he expected, you shove a fistful of snow up into his blacks. His startled yelp, the way his eyes go wide, jaw popping open in shock and betrayal. It’s all too much. You’re powerless to fight your own fit of laughter, a half-hearted ‘I’m sorry love’ wheezed amidst your cackling.

“Oh no, you didn’t,” he growls, making a show of picking the melting ice from his shirt.

“Oh, but I did,” you say, arms crossing over your chest “all is fair in love and war-” the taunt dies in your throat as the world blurs, and then Hunter is smirking above you, muscular thighs bracketing your waist. “Hunter, cyar’ika…” you plead in vain, wrists pinned above your head. Whimpering is all what’s left as the same evil grin you sported moments ago now stretches over Hunter’s full lips. His hand — full of snow — crawls menacingly close to the edge of your shirt, and your yelp pierces the air when the ice slides home right under your jacket.

“Ah, so it’s war you want?” you say, his payback igniting the fire of revenge on you. In a move mastered after one too many roughhousing with the boys, up go your hips — and off you falls Hunter. On top once more, you promptly wipe off his smirk with two fistfuls of snow.

You wrestle back and forth for what feels like forever, rolling in the frozen ground like a pair of mischievous tooka, no victor ever rising from the tangle of limbs and laughter.

Until you sneeze, that is.

Like the flip of a switch, all mischief bleeds off Hunter’s eyes; the smirk shifts into a fond smile, and tickling hands pull you off the snow, right into his warm body. Your complaints about getting “carried away from the fun” are both half-hearted and quick to fade as you melt into his embrace, humming contentedly as Hunter’s furnace-like body heat seeps into your now damp layers.

It still surprised you, sometimes, how hot clone’s bodies ran. It probably was intentional engineering from the Kaminoans, but you counted it as a blessing. There was no better way to keep toasty and cozy when the cold seasons came around… Not so much of a blessing during summer, though. By then, every moment felt like standing fully clothed under Tatooine’s twin suns — because if there was one thing Hunter was besides loving, it was awfully cuddly.

Probably the reason he has you tucked halfway inside his jacket, your arms by his neck and legs held around his waist like you’re his personal cuddle toy.

Hunter refuses to let you go as he reaches the door, tightening his hold on you when you try to climb down; content to fumble with punching the door’s code with his non-dominant hand, to hop awkwardly while taking off his boots — as long as you stay right where you are. You chuckle at his antics, but hold on strong; if he thrives on cuddling, far from you to deprive your man of his sustenance!

Hunter’s grip doesn’t ease once you’re both inside, breath not even hitching as he keeps you firmly at his hip (oh, the pros of enhanced strength!) while crossing the expanse of your home to the bedroom to pick your fluffiest towel, and you’re still on his lap as warm water fills the bathtub in your ‘fresher.

So. Cuddly.

“Take your time, love,” he says before giving your forehead a kiss, at last done with fussing over your chilled body. “There’ll be caf and snacks waiting when you’re done.”

Sinking in the tub with a contented sigh, you do just that, letting the water chase off whatever lingering cold your family-sized heating pad of a husband didn’t manage to. The familiar clinks and clangs of Hunter’s kitchen antics fill the air, and a fond smile tugs at your lips. Who would’ve thought? The battle-hardened, serious clone sergeant fate had you stumbling upon years ago, now whistled away in the kitchen. Baking.

How you ‘domesticated’ a man like him was maybe the one mystery of your life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, the whole rebelling against the Empire and the many rotations spent apart took some (a lot of) time to adjust to. But all the cuddles, devotion, and the way Hunter strove to make you feel loved more than made up for it. The homemade food was a definite plus, too — blessed be Echo, for teaching his brothers the life outside of ration bars.

It’s refreshing, you think. Being in a relationship with someone who puts as much work in as you do. Just like you, Hunter never stopped wooing and courting you every moment he got to spend by your side, even after he ‘officially’ moved in, or when you said the ‘I do’ years ago, on that tropical planet’s beach. He was everything you could expect from a husband, really.

Well, except for those nights patching up his blaster wounds, and all the time spent apart. But you knew what you were getting into from the start, so complaining would hardly be fair.

Eventually, hunger outweighs the will to stay in the rapidly cooling water, and you walk back to the bedroom. Deciding on comfort, you rummage through Hunter’s — very messy — half of the wardrobe, humming when you spot your target. The once coarse black fabric is faded gray and soft, the colorful image in the middle has long peeled away.

But you still remember, as if it was yesterday, Hunter’s face when you gifted him the tacky souvenir shirt as a joke. How elated he was that you thought, that you liked him enough to get something — silly as it was — for him.

You’d known each other for a while by then; that you’d been slowly falling for the sergeant was the worst kept secret of your life, but it was that smile and then hug he gave you that day sealed your fate. Hunter’s scent is fading from the fabric when you bring it to your face, but it still has enough him to have the butterflies stir in your belly as you approach the kitchen.

The delicious smell of toasted bread, herbs and spiced caf hits you as you enter the room, but it’s not it, or the fruits and steaming food spread atop the table that makes your mouth water.

Hunter stands with his back to you, the stay-at-home gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low at the hips the only thing on his body. You don’t even try to stop from ogling his broad frame, the strong neck – exposed by the messy bun atop his head –, and the delicious back muscles shifting under golden brown skin as he taste-tests whatever else was he was making for the both of you.

A different kind of hunger blooms inside as you lean on the door frame. Your fingertips tingle with the need to trace the designs inked on his skin, to run over the expanse of his back and up his scalp the way you know he loves. The way that makes him look at you with a need mirroring the one steadily growing at the apex of your thighs.

Biting down on your lip is all you can do to keep silent your groan as Hunter stretches; his arms rise up above, giving you a show of his biceps, and your mind’s eye floods with scenes of the last time your nails dug in them. You mentally pat yourself in the back for not jumping your husband��s bones then and there, and keep on watching the little show he unknowingly puts on.

It amused you, how focused Hunter could get with his tasks; how at ease he felt in your home, able to relax instead of having his senses on alert and scanning for danger 24/7. Enough to let all sounds, noises, and scents blend into ‘white noise’, blissfully oblivious to whatever went on outside his immediate bubble, to the point he won’t even notice you.

Not until a soft groan leaves your lips — the throbbing between your legs grown too insistent to be ignored for much longer —, and he turns around with the beginnings of that grin that always sends your heart racing.

“I didn’t hear you come in, cyar'ika, snacks are…” the words fade into silence once he registers what you’re wearing, and how little. The bottom of the shirt barely covered past the top of your thighs, and by the way Hunter breathes in and groans, he’s plenty aware it’s the only thing you got on. Even without enhanced senses, he’s seen you aroused enough times by now to pick on your heaving chest, your lips parting as your thighs squeeze together… On the heavy, hungry gaze pining him into place and heating his own body.

Hunter leans back in the counter with a smirk, arms crossing over his chest. A teasing brow rises when your eyes follow the movement, and the smirk grows into a cocky smile when he flexes, and you involuntarily lick your lower lip.

“May I be of help, cyare?” he asks, not bothering to hide the huskiness on his voice.

Instead of giving a verbal answer, you approach him slowly, enjoying how his heated gaze follows your every move, breath growing shallow as he takes a better look at you. By the time you reach Hunter, he’s already grasping the countertop, both making himself all the more inviting to your gaze and knowing better than to make a move to touch you.

And that was another thing that surprised you in this relationship. When you first got intimate, you fully expected a large man like him, a squad leader, to be full of dominance between the sheets, but that was not the case. Sure, Hunter had his moments of taking the reins when you didn’t feel like leading the show but — unlike some past lovers —, he didn’t complain or huff about your own dominant nature. If anything, he encouraged it.

“Oh, you want to help me?” You purr, grasping his chin to make him look at you, instead of your thighs. He did not earn it, yet. “I can think of some ways…” your opposite hand rakes down his chest, and you watch in delight as goosebumps rise in the wake of your touch.

Hunter shudders when your fingers trace the scar crossing his rib cage, a low moan spilling from his lips as his body arches under your touch, heated skin hungry for more of your caresses. You don’t leave him wanting, moving to squeeze his hips and ass, enjoying the feeling of strong muscles flexing under your palm as Hunter focuses on staying still, so you may explore as you please.

“Aren’t you such a good boy? Taking what I give you without being greedy,” he nods in your grasp, eyes closing under the praise, but snapping back open when you give his cheeks a soft squeeze, “good boys deserve rewards.” You pull him down to the readily reciprocated kiss, humming as the sweetness of what he was tasting coats your tongue. Hunter bucks with a groan when you cup the growing bulge in his pants, “And so willing to please…”

“Any- anything for you, cyare, ah-” he stutters between pants as you kiss and bite down the strong column of his neck.

“Great! So, will you please be a dear and grab the syrup for me? I’m really craving a snack right now, and you’re at the cabinet already!” The disbelief in Hunter’s eyes at your sudden change of subject is a little sad, but you only smile expectantly, tilting your head to the side when he doesn’t move outright.

“Anything for you, love… Which flavor do you want?” when he finally speaks, the strain of lust clear as day, as is the one in the sweatpants. His breath hitches when he adjusts it before reaching for the syrup.

You pounce as soon as his back is turned. Hands resting on his chest, you kiss each vertebra of his back tattoo, trailing down to close your teeth at the dip of his waist. He rewards you with one of the deep moans you love, trying to turn around before you stop him, nails digging on the meat of his hips.

“No, darling” you tut, breasts pressing against his back, a finger drawing circles at the edge of his cock’s outline, “keep your hands right where they are.” He concedes with a shaky breath, resting his forehead on the cabinet door, forearms resting over his head. “Very good, Sarge.”

You keep teasing him over the sweatpants, fingers running soft paths over his inner thighs, stomach and chest, avoiding the place he needed your touch the most. A flame of wicked satisfaction licks down your back as you watch his hips rut hopelessly against the air whenever you ghost the edges of his bulge.

It’s not until a fine sheen of sweat glazes the skin of his back, knees about to give under the weight of his lust, that Hunter is shown some – cruel – mercy, stepping back and sitting on the countertop.

“I want the chocolate one,” you finally answer his earlier question, a smirk on your lips when Hunter finally glances over his shoulder, lust-glazed eyes blinking a few times before your words truly register. Already so wrecked, and you’ve barely started.

“What will-” words fail when you cross your legs to stave off some of the aching desire in your core, giving him a glimpse of your slicked thighs. “Cyare… What will you…” he takes a deep breath to calm down his mounting frustration, only to regret when the scent of your arousal floods his senses.

“Take your time, darling.” You say, making a show of popping a fruit slice between your lips, then licking the juice off your fingers. He takes a shuddering breath, and you smirk.

“What will you be eating, cyare?” Hunter’s voice is nearly a growl under his need’s weight, one that sends a pleasurable shiver down your back.

“There it is, I knew you could do it!” you coo, kissing his temple and taking the bottle in his hand. “You.” When he blinks in confusion, you weave your hands on the back of his hair, tugging once to get his full attention. “You are the only snack I plan on having, as soon as you sit down on that chair.” You guide his gaze to it, taking the chance to tease that spot under his ear with your lips while he shakily nods. “Now be a good boy for me, yeah?”

The words are barely out of your mouth before Hunter is halfway there, pants flying across the room and chair scrapping over the floor in his eagerness to finally get his reward. Shaking your head with a chuckle, you take your time sauntering your way to him, an extra sway on your hips to tease him one last time.

Once standing between his legs, you open the bottle and let flow a generous stream of chocolate over his chest and stomach. Satisfied with the amount of ‘topping’, you finally give in to the craving that has been killing you since you stepped through the door.

Hunter whines a curse when you take off your top and get on your knees, the softness of your chest on his body threatening to break him even before your tongue can reach him.

The intoxicated groan is not something you can hold back when you give the first lick; the syrup’ sweetness and the salt of Hunter’ skin making for a decadent cocktail that have you immediately diving for more, lips, tongue, and teeth gracing his body with the drive of a beast starved.

By the time your lips finally reach his throbbing bulge, your lover is a sweating, swearing, panting, beautiful mess. His eyes — black with need — stare down at you from behind the thin curtain of curls he tugged free in the need of grounding himself from your touches; sweat-coated chest heaving with the breaths passing from parted lips. And Hunter looks so pretty like that, you almost rise off your knees to tell him that. Almost. Instead, you give in to the demanding fire in your core and rid him of the last barrier keeping you from what you crave the most.

The moment your fingers curl around his cock, Hunter arches off the chair with a shouted moan, hips stuttering in your grasp out of instinct; still, he has the presence of mind to tap your arm twice, and you immediately let go. For a heartbeat, you worry he won’t be able to stop, but with a string of slurred curses falling from his lips, he settles back down. Cheek resting on his trembling thigh, your hand soothes up and down his calves, the other entwined on his own. A squeeze is the signal he’s ready, and you’re quick to pick up from where you stopped.

Holding Hunter’s gaze, you finally bring your mouth to where he needs you the most. A sadistic pleasure licks at the base of your spine as you watch him struggle to keep his eyes open under your tongue’s ministrations. He sucks in a sharp breath when you flatten your tongue against his heavy balls, and it comes out as a whined ‘Gedet'ye’ when you take one inside your mouth before paying attention to the other.

You move to lick the underside of his cock, following the heady trail of pre-cum dripping — flowing — from the neglected head, humming at the warm taste before taking him in your mouth. You’re sure the desperate moan that comes out of his lips is the best sound you’ve heard in your life; as you let him out of your mouth before taking him back as far as you can, you’re gifted with another one.

“Mesh’la!…” Hunter pants, mouth moving but no other words come out. You hum a question, and the vibrations rip a sobbed moan from his chest before a hand tugs at the curls, the other clawing at his own thighs in a brave attempt to ground himself. It seems to work, because Hunter swallows once, twice around his moans before finding his words “Y- You’re killing me, gedet'ye, please, p-”

Hunter’s hips start to buck as you double your efforts, sucking hard on the head as your hands caress his balls and jerk him slow and firm — the way it drives him mad —, his half sentences drown under ragged breaths and growled moans, and when the head of his cock seems to thicken even more on your tongue, you know exactly what to do.

Pure, beautiful music. That’s what Hunter’s needy, broken groan is, as you get back on your feet and leave him dangling at the edge of glory — but with nothing to push him off it. His head falls back, leg bouncing, sweat-slicked chest heaving, breaths huffing against his palms as he brings them to cover his face. Is it…?

You tower over his seated shape, half-caging him in with a hand on the back of the chair, the other holding his jaw. The effect is immediate: Hunter’s attention snaps to you, hands falling away from his face to reveal teary, warm brown eyes under upturned eyebrows. His gaze doesn’t break even as he leans in your touch when your thumb soothes over his tattooed cheek, or when it gently pulls his lower lip from his teeth.

“Hunter, cyare?” You say, smoothing stray curls off his face and resting your forehead on his, smiling when he softly presses back, “too much, do you need a break? We can always stop if you say the word.”

“Thanks for checking, love,” he says, voice a hoarse whisper — if from affection or moaning so much, you’re not sure —, hand cupping your cheek to bring you to a soft kiss “but I’m good if you are.” He fights the aroused shivers wrecking his body the best he can, keeping his face as clear as possible while you make sure he’s telling the truth. And Hunter knows exactly the moment you’re convinced, your gaze morphing from concerned to sharp, smile melting into a smirk, fingers tugging his head back by the locks now in your fist.

“Oh, I see.” You purr, the gentle grasp on his jaw turning fierce as your nails dig into his tattooed skin, “Are you getting greedy, love? Is this why you weren’t happy with the pleasure I gave, and threw a tantrum, hm?” Hunter hisses when you pull his head to the side by the hair, hips squirming to rut his cock against his body exactly once before your nails dig in, pinning his hip down with your weight, “Is this really what you want right now? To be an ungrateful brat?”

Hunter glances at you from the corner of wide eyes, Adam’s apple bobbing, before shaking his head the best he could from the tight grasp you kept on his hair. But you were not having it, a soft growl rumbling your chest before descending with lips and teeth on the strong column of his neck. Hunter whimpers, the duality of soft lips and sharp teeth making his hips fight your grasp as you bite a fresh claim on his skin. Your lips trail his ear, leaving the bite to sting with no soothing. A promise.

“I asked you a question, ner cyar’ika.” You say, teeth grazing the soft spot right below his ear. A warning. “Now be good for me, and use your big boy words. Will you keep being a brat? Is it a punishment you’re angling for, hm?”

“N– No, ma’am,” Hunter moans, “I want– Please let me be your good boy, please ma’am.”

“Oh, cyare…” you coo, “You know being my good boy is not something you get to beg out of me”. Releasing the grasp on his locks, you chuckle when he briefly tries to follow your retreating touch before catching himself and sitting back again. “Why don’t you show me how much you mean it?”

Hunter is off the chair and hoisting you up the countertop before you can even start to tug off your shirt. You throw him a bone, letting him have a fill of you with nuzzling open your legs and pawing at your thighs to prop them up his shoulders, before his jaw is back on your grasp.

“Oh my, how selfish of me! Feasting on to my heart’s content while you’re so very hungry… Let’s fix that, yeah?” You coo, spreading your legs further and granting him a clear view of how much you want him right now. Hunter’s gaze borders on ravenous as it fixates on your cunt, he barely blinks when you pat his cheek before relaxing back on your back, “Now be a dear and eat all you can ha-”

Your teasing cuts short when Hunter dives in, hands planting near your shoulders as he stands up — rising your lower back clean from the table; your legs tighten on instinct, trapping his head between your thighs. Hunter doesn’t relent, instead rutting the table’s edge with a groan and licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.

The way Hunter is eating you out is a far cry from the gentle, careful way you’re used to. His tattooed cheek glistens with a coating of your slick as he nuzzles your thighs and kisses your pussy lips with abandon. It’s glorious. His moans and groans vibrate deliciously against your center as he uses tongue, lips, and a dash of teeth to suck and tease every spot he knows drives you crazy, before finally moving to your clit.

His lips wrap around your throbbing clit and suck at the same time a thick digit breaches your entrance, and your eyes roll so hard you swear you glimpse at the face of the Maker. You start to roll your hips as a familiar, decadent fire swells in your core, and Hunter’s free hand roves your body. The calloused palms and fingertips only adding to your mounting pleasure as he settles on massaging and squeezing your chest. A second finger breaches you, and you curse, pleasure like a second heart beating to the rhythm of Hunter’s fingers hitting your sweet spot. Then he tweaks one of your nipples, and you’re gone.

You’re vaguely aware of Hunter getting on his knees, giving you a better angle to ride your high on his mouth as pleasure drowns your mind in bliss; or the way his own moans echo yours with the way your thighs squeeze until he’s dazed.

When your high subsides at last, Hunter is quick to catch your wobbly legs as they roll off his shoulders. As you roll your head to the side to check on him — you did put his head in a lock —, a wave of relief and renewed lust wash over you at the sight that greets you. Hunter’s face — chin, mouth, even the bridge of his nose — glistens with your slick, eyes wild, needy gasps falling from his lips. Pre-cum pools under his rutting cock as he mindlessly grinds on the edge of the table — desperate for any kind of relief for his aching.

Scooting to the edge until his length is trapped between your bodies, you pull Hunter in for a kiss. Your taste on his lips makes you moan; the sound spurs him on, hips picking up their rutting in a frantic manner. He groans at the feel of your nails digging on his nape as you deepen the kiss, tongue chasing his and lips swallowing his increasing whimpers.

“Such a good boy, taking care of me so well,” you say, breaking from the kiss for air and holding his face in your hands, gaze locked on his. “Do you know what good boys get? Rewarded. Fuck me, cyare.”

He nods eagerly when you lay back down, face burying in your shoulder as he aligns and sheathes himself to the base in a single motion, ripping a shouted moan from the both of you. His body trembles under your caressing hands with the effort of waiting for you to get used to his girth. You purposefully squeeze your walls around him to signal you’re ready, and he chokes on a moan at the feeling before he starts moving.

Hunter’s moves slow and deep at first, both savoring finally your warmth and making sure you’re truly ready, before he stills again — his length buried as deep as it goes —, both hands gripping your waist hard. Your brows furrow in confusion, and you’re about to ask what’s wrong when he leaves the shelter of your shoulder to face you.

“Mesh’la, I-” Hunter stutters, clearly trying to focus despite his fraying control. “I can’t be gentle I’m- I’m too worked up-” he mumbles, showering kisses all over your chest and kneading the soft of your hips to ground himself against the urge to ravage you.

“Good.” You purr, hands latching on the back of his hair to get his attention back on you. The growl that falls from his lips at that has goosebumps breaking over your skin, am aroused giggle escaping your throat “Because I didn’t ask you to make love to me,” you pull his head down, gracing his neck in another bite, “I told you to fuck me.”

“As you wish, my queen.”

And fuck you he does, beating the breath out of your lungs with every hard stroke of his cock. And even though your legs cross at the ankle and cling to his waist with all you have, or you hold on to his broad shoulders for dear life, Hunter’s hand on your hip was all keeping you in place. The sound of skin on skin, heavy breathing, gasps and half-choked moans make for the debauched symphony of your fucking.

It’s not long before his pace starts faltering, his moans melting into whimpers as his need to fill you up reaches its limit. His rough finger circles your clit with practiced precision, eager to send you over the edge one more time before he can. Hunter clings to you as he feels you come, a hand bruising a grip on your thigh, the other curling tight under your waist to keep you in place; his chest presses yours down, teeth latching on your shoulder.

He thrusts once, twice, and sheathes his cock as far as he can as his climax takes over, a mix of praises and curses of your name falling from his lips like a prayer as his cum fills your cunt.

You barely have the time to catch your breath, to come down from the first round’s haze before you feel Hunter — still buried deep inside you — getting hard once more. You smile down at him, humming as he peppers kisses and nibbles on your chest — maker bless clone stamina. But another kind of hunger overcomes the one flaring back to life between your legs, and your stomach growls a loud refusal to being neglected again.

Hunter snorts a laugh in the valley of your breasts as your cheeks heat up, and leaves a kiss in your forehead before withdrawing from you.

“I hear your orders loud and clear, Princess. Snacks coming up pronto!” he quips, helping you up and off the table to pull your back to his chest, peppering little kisses from your temple to shoulders while you both waddle to the spread of pancakes and fruit Hunter got ready while you bathed.

“Oh, so now I’m only your princess? Minutes ago, I was your queen.” You tease, reaching for a piece of fruit, “I’m appalled at how easily you demote me, Sergeant.”

“My oh my, how could I ever make it up to you?” he rumbles in your ear, snatching your fruit at the last moment and popping it inside his mouth. You gasp, turning around to look at a smirking, unrepentant Hunter. Oh, he is asking for it.

“I do happen to have a few ideas, but we’ll need the whipped cream and a bed this time. Get it ready for us, will you?” You say as you leave his embrace and look for what is needed. “Oh, and Hunter?”

“Hm?”

“That was ten. I do expect to find you waiting and ready when I enter the bedroom.”

“… Yes, ma’am.” You don’t need enhanced eyesight to notice the way he shudders, steps hastening as he practically scampers the rest of the way.

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figured i'd ask you since you're like, The Flash Fam Expert, but do you happen to know the rough ages of the flashfam? like i know irey and jai are nine, ace is somewhere in his late teens, and wally has to be late twenties at the youngest but i can't find many specifics on other characters and wasn't sure if you might be able to help!

OOF. That's a rough one buddy. You don't understand what you have just unleashed upon the world.

God. Alright.

Irey and Jai are nine physically and mentally. Chronologically speaking, they're still toddlers but don't worry about it.

Ace is around 17? Not yet 18 but older than 15. I would bet on 17 but 16 wouldn't be crazy either. Avery is the same age.

Jay and Max are over 100 but by how much, I couldn't tell you. They play their age close to the chest. Physically they look 50-60 though.

Here's where it gets tricky.

Barry, Wally, Jesse and Bart.

So, Wally would've been in his early 30's when his children were born. Definitely by the time Barry came back Wally would've been at least 30.

However, during the N52 reboot everyone got deaged around a decade younger, Wally included. Wally came out of the Speedforce wearing his Kid Flash costume, indicating that he was physically 19 at the oldest. It's been a few years since Wally emerged, so physically he would have to be around 21 at this point.

Wild! I know!

So yeah, Barry would've been... late 30's? Ish? When he died. He came back at roughly the same age and chilled for a bit. He would've had to have hit 40 at least by that point. But speedsters also don't really physically age? So he looked like he was in his early 30's.

The N52 reboot hit, putting Barry at... late 20's- early 30's. I would say, by now, that the man is at least 30. Potentially even 35. But he looks 25 because speedsters don't age. (Iris would be around 30)

Bart is going to be the most wild one here. Alright. I'm speedrunning this one, so if you don't understand what is happening, I'm sorry but it is too late for you.

He exits the time portal at physically 12, ages to 14 before stabilized. He ages to 16 at which point he disappears. He comes back as an adult for a year but is killed. He comes back, again, back at 16 and is allowed to chill for a bit (potentially a year), bringing Bart to 17 years old (physically) when Flashpoint and the N52 reboot hit.

Bart was somehow spared the ~10 year deaging but he wasn't spared the deaging entirely. Bart pops out looking around 12-14 years old again. He runs around for about a year ish, which brings Bart to physically 13-15 years old currently in comics.

HOWEVER, it must be stated that, like Wally and Barry, Bart's mental age has never been reset. His mental age did not reboot with his body, so mentally Bart is around 19-20 years old.

Jesse... Jesse is weird. DC likes to keep Jesse ambiguously young. When in doubt, Jesse is around the same age as Wally. So, currently she would be around 21. The same applies to Linda.

So yeah. It's weird because Barry was a guy in his 30's with a little baby ten year old Wally and there was at least a 20 year age difference there. And now it's maybe 9 years? But also Barry looks 25 because he's a speedster, so it looks like Barry is only 4-5 years older than Wally.

Honestly if you went off looks alone, it'd be Jay (50), Max (50), Barry (25), Wally (21), Jesse (21), Avery (16), Ace (16), Bart (14), Irey (9) and Jai (9). Which is WILD?! Their family looks like two gay dads adopted 8 kids. Other than Max and Jay, they all look within five years of each other. It's wild.

Speedster aging man... They just... don't. They don't age. They live on Neverland time 24/7.

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Jane Eyre - Part II

DKZJFBDGHSJAKSJD THIS IS THE WORST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL IN LITERARY HISTORY

*clears throat*

A few days ago I wrote this post about my first thoughts on Jane Eyre. Since people wanted to see my reactions to further events, here I am.

I gotta say: you were all holding out on me, because not only does Jane Eyre have a man more ridiculous than Darcy (by a CLEAR mile), but it also has a clergyman more insufferable than Edmund Bertram, which??? should not be possible???

Okay, so:

I was hoping Rochester would give up on the wedding and confess to Jane about his wife in the attic, but nope! And he would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for those meddling solicitor & brother-in-law. Like. This man is so idiotic, and felt so unbelievably sorry for himself, that he said with his full chest "yeah, bigamy is the solution! :D".

...Very uncomfortable how the narrative attributed the lowest possible vices to Bertha Rochester, while calling her "the creole". The vices weren't outright attributed to her being of mixed ancestry, but it felt like that was what was meant. All very uncomfortable. As uncomfortable as when the landed gentry wanted to visit a Romani encampment to see the Romani people (while, ofc, using the g-slur) as if they were animals in a circus? Hmmm, yeah, tough call!

(Look. I'm not gonna go around publicly denouncing books from past centuries for not being politically correct, bc that is an idiotic way to relate to literature from the past. Society was what it was, and not even the authors we admire so much were above that most of the time. But I can, and will!, look at certain things and go "wow, this aged like fucking milk". I think that's fair.)

AND THEN

Rochester, who can't possibly be thinking straight, proposes that Jane become his mistress!!!! Edward Fairfax Rochester, have you ever even MET Jane Eyre?? Do you know her but at all????

And he's like "me, me, me, what's to become of me, am I to be denied love, doesn't the world feel sorry for ME" and I nearly spit on my kindle, I was so mad XD How is this man, pushing fucking FORTY, putting on this preposterous show and leaving this 18-year-old girl to comfort him?????

(To bring up the sad sack that is Edmund Bertram again: it reminded me when Edmund wrote to Fanny: Maria has brought ruin to their name, Tom has nearly died, everyone is in distress, and he's like "But Fanny. Think of ME!!!" ugh)

But yes, honestly, Rochester's not evil, but he's so. goddamn. stupid. And draMATIC. I love him, he's a riot.

...I do not love how he kept blaming others for him marrying Bertha. Like. Sir. You were an adult and you married her of your own volition. "My father" this, and "her family didn't tell me" that, but YOU looked at her, thought she was gorgeous, and agreed to marry her. So fuck you. Hold yourself accountable, for a change. You man child.

So yeah, Jane runs away, which is totally the right decision, and without any money, which is totally the wrong decision, and ends up eating burned porridge again, and I'm like. If I had a nickel for every time Jane Eyre had to eat burned porridge while starving, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Jane is then saved by the Rivers siblings: Mary and Diana Rivers, who are absolutely precious, and St. John Rivers, who is absolutely

UNBEARABLE OH MY GOD WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME

Me, every time St. John appeared on the page:

Hey. Charlotte? Charlotte. Was this a ploy? Did you bring St. John into the story to have us like Rochester more? Is St. John your way of going "Yeah, I know, Rochester is deranged, and what he wanted to do was morally and legally and spiritually wrong, but look at how boring righteous people can be!"? Was it? If so, it FUCKING WORKED, BRING EDWARD ROCHESTER BACK RIGHT NOW.

*rubs temples*

Also??? aekjsdzcbvsdjfsk I can't: St. John: "I found you employment." Jane: "Really? Which is it?" St. John: rambles on about the will of God or something, for entire paragraphs. Jane, who patiently waited for him to finish: "So? The job?" St. John: "Right! I don't know if you're gonna like it, but" rambles on again about the will of God or perseverance or something, for entire paragraphs. Jane: "Right. And the job?"

SIR FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE TELL US WHAT THE FUCKING JOB IS

THIS IS LIKE MR. BROCKLEHURST ALL OVER AGAIN

...Oh. Oh.

That's the point.

St. John really is Brocklehurst again, I love it: both love to talk about how Christian they are, and how it's important to lead a life of humility, etc -- the difference being, ofc, that St. John is not a hypocrite, fat capitalist pig, he's actually leading by (insufferable) example. And they both make Jane feel bad about her true self, just in opposite ways.

And St. John wants to be a missionary, because of course this insufferable man wants to be a missionary and impose his views on nice people who are just living their fucking lives. And he goes on and on about... idk, bringing light to the unenlightened and saving pagans or whatever, and it's SO pedantic, and it's SO patronizing, and it's SO... UGH.

I cannot believe Jane gave this man a quarter of her entire fortune.

AND THEN

HE MAKES THE WORST MARRIAGE PROPOSAL IN THE ENTIRE ENGLISH LITERATURE

No, I have not read the entirety of English literature, but oh boy am I fully confident in my statement. This is the WORST. Like. Mr. Collins' proposal is a shining beacon of unbridled love and romance next to THIS.

Me, reading his proposal:

"Jane, you weren't made for love, you were made for labour. You were made to be a missionary's wife" QEIARKSHV\CZNB;SAEKFJSDVC I'M GONNA GOUGE MY EYES OUT WITH A SPOON

At least Jane, too, was full aware of the insult XD Love that when she told Diana of the proposal, she repeated those exact words, and Diana was like "Girl, what??? Nu-uh!!!".

But it's all great. She refuses him, and he gets all prickly and assholish about it in the most holier-than-thou way possible, I hate him, but then she hears Rochester's voice in the wind crying out for her, and she hurries back to Thornfield. Sure, we've all been there.

Then we find out karma does exist and is the proverbial bitch: Rochester lost an eye, all of his eyesight, a hand, and his manor. Wow.

And then???? They have the CUTEST reunion ever???? And I was so happy for him???? For them??? Charlotte 😭😭😭👌👌👌

Rochester being all jealous of St. John, and I'm like "no, you're safe, he's the worst, he told Jane she wasn't made for love".

He also holds himself accountable at long last (hard not to, after all that), and he thought Jane was deeeeeeaaaad, and he was inconsolable and I'm a MESS

So all is good in the end: they marry -- LEGALLY! :D -- and have a child, and he recovers his eyesight on the eye he still has, and the Rivers siblings marry and are happy, and the book ends... with a letter from St. John saying he's dying??? WHAT

I love all of it. Specially St. John dying. A few stray observations:

The foreshadowing of future events is very well-planted, nicely done, Charlotte. That horse chestnut tree being split in half by lightning after Rochester proposes marriage to Jane? 👌👌👌👌👌 If I ever saw an omen!

And Jane. So smart, so good, so compassionate, so horny on main, so witty, so brave. May God keep St. John Rivers far away from her forever and ever.

LOVE how Jane begins with an aunt (who knows her and hates her) and 3 cousins (a John who torments her trying to diminish her, and two sisters who don't care if she's alive or not) and ends up having an uncle (who doesn't know her but loves her) and 3 cousins (a John who torments her trying to "elevate" her and two sisters who love her and save her life). The story is obviously very cyclical, and I enjoyed that a lot.

Don't know if I love or hate the fact that Charlotte slapped a "St." in front of the name of the John who wants to be a missionary and is the opposite of the first John XD (Yes, I know St. John is a real name, I've seen it many times before, but it's a bit on the nose here!)

...I wonder if Miss Ingram ever found out that Rochester wanted to marry the governess. I would've paid Charlotte Brontë good money to write THAT scene.

And last but not least: Pilot is the goodest boy in the whole wide world.

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desperate measures - joel miller

Joel Miller x non gendered reader

My page is 18+ only. I don't tolerate minors here, this is my safe place to express myself, and I don't consent to minors viewing my works or my blog.

Warnings: death, gore, apocalyptic themes, age difference, found family, description of injury, flirtations, Joel being a softie, no relationship

Based on a prompt from this list

"Kiss me. Just once. For luck."

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You'd known of Joel for a long time, before you'd gotten together. He was always around the QZ, and he was a so called 'upstanding citizen'. You didn't agree, he was a trouble maker, but he always did all he could in order to help people. Take the weight off anybodies back, complete the tasks they couldn't bring themselves to do.

You'd had a crush on him for honestly a long time. You hadn't been very old when the cordyceps infections began, spending the most of your life in quarantine zones, hopping from one to another. It'd been 10 years you'd been seeing Joel in the Boston QZ. He was part of the adults you were told to stay away from, your parents were fireflies and Joel was an avid firefly hater.

You escorted Ellie with Tess and Joel after Marlene was shot, the four of you set off on the journey. Ellie was like family to you, and you'd taken the spot of a guardian in her eyes. You and Ellie would take turns annoying the shit out of Tess and Joel. But mainly Tess, she couldn’t handle you, let alone Ellie tagged ontop. She’d had a few discussions with you before you’d even met Ellie, you were stubborn and set in your beliefs, but didnt mind someone giving you a different perspective. You were raised right in her eyes. Your parents had done a good job. She’d told you that one night, as the two of you were pressing bullets for the fireflies, she’d needed a favour so they had her on bullet duty. The mood had changed when you laughed.

“I’ll make sure to tell them that when I see them next.” Your tone was cheery, and enthusiastic, tess smiled, in her eyes you were the spark that the world hadn’t put out yet. Though you were alive when it happened, you’d not let the reality and cruelty of the world get to you.

“Where are they? I’d like to tell them that their child turned out well.” Tess said in conversation. You smiled back at her.

“Somewhere between Holyoke and Northampton.” Tess frowned.

“Do they normally go so far from the QZ?” You nod your head. “How long have they been gone?” You swallow.

“Going on 8 years next week.” You reply. Tess paled.

“Are they-” she was cut off by your firm nod.

“Yeah.” you whisper. “Another firefly was with them. My moms died holding hands.”

Tess frowned as she thought about the situation at hand. She’d saved you and Ellie, but it’d come with a cost to herself. She was infected, she knew that. She knew what had to happen, what she’d wanted to happen. She just needed to ensure the three of you got to the fireflies. She needed to see the mission through, to the best of her abilities.

She hadn't told anybody, she thought maybe they'd get to the fireflies in time that they'd be able to help her using Ellies blood. She knew it was impossible and there was no hope, but she had to make herself believe it. She had to keep going. For the man she loved, the friend she never appreciated enough, and the little girl she knew would change the world, one way or another.

When the three of you, found out about Tess' condition, it was already way too late. The infection was spreading, and the runners were coming. She pushed the three of you out, you tried to get her to come with you, you tried the hardest to stay and help or drag her out screaming. Ellie tried to reason with Tess, but she was pushed by both you and Tess toward Joel. Tess and Joel had both agreed on an escape plan if you needed it. They'd say their goodbyes when they met each other again, maybe in another life, or the afterlife.

You stayed long enough before Tess pulled a knife on you, telling you to get as far away as possible from her.

"You're a smart kid, now please be smart and listen to me. Get out of here, find Joel and get Ellie to the fireflies. He can't do it by himself." You left right after that, running as fast as you could back to Joel and Ellie. As you were reaching them, the building behind you three exploded in a big ball of fire. Tears had been rolling down your cheeks, the whole time you ran. You couldn't belive that a woman you'd known most of your life could just, just die like that. You were in shock, you'd seen people die, an endless amount. But this one? You knew her, you'd talked to her, you'd shared fond memories with her. Now she was gone.

With one look at Joel, you wiped your eyes and grabbed Ellie's hand. He needed someone strong right now, not someone who was grieving.

You were successful in pushing your feelings away. The three of you made it to a place Joel had called Bill and Frank's. The two had been dead a few weeks by the time you got there. Joel had a small moment, where he looked like he wasn't all that well, you could tell he was mourning the people he's known for almost a decade. Ellie plays with the piano as you watch Joel. He put his head down, his hands on his hips. He was trying to keep it together.

"Joel?" His head lifts to look at you. "I'm going to go check outside, are you ok in here?" He nods.

"Wait, stay here with Ellie, I'll check it out." He said, trying to appear as the strong old man everyone seen him as. You seen a different story, he was a broken man.

"No sir. You check the house out. I'll just be spitting distance away." He nods.

"Fucking fine." He spat and walked toward the den. You looked at Ellie and you both shrugged at the same time.

"What's up his ass?" Ellie asks.

"He just lost people he's known for a long time." You say to her softly. "He doesn't know how to address that when we are here watching him. Wants to be a strong man for us." She nods.

"Can I come outside with you?" She asked. You nod.

"Of course. C'mon we got some exploring to do miss." You say imitating a fancy voice. Ellie laughs at you, she takes your hand and the two of you go outside.

You and Ellie hadn't been outside very long when Joel storms out, yelling about how irresponsible you are.

"Shut up you grumpy old man!" You yell back at him, pulling Ellie behind you.

"You should have left her in fucking side!"

"She wanted to come out here with me! She's safer with one of us than alone!" You were now chest to heat with the angry man.

"She's a little girl!" You push his chest as he yelled that on your face.

"Exactly! Which is why she's safer with one of us fuckass!" Joel grabs your wrists as you try and hit him. "Fuck you!" You kick him in the inner thigh, close enough to his crotch that he'd understand that you weren't playing around. He let go of you.

"I'm-"

"No fuck you old man. If you don't want outside we'll go inside. C'mon Ellie." You said that bit softly to her. "Let's go see what Bill and Frank left."

"Are you ok?" She asks. You nod stifly.

"I just wanna get away from that man. But he wants his guns." She nods with you. "He's not gonna let me take you myself." Ellie nods.

"He's just a grumpy old man." She reminds you. You laugh.

"He is. But we should still treat him with respect, he's gone through a lot of hurt to help us." Ellie nods.

"I keep thinking about Tess."

"It's not your fault Ellie." She holds up her hand.

"I know how it feels to lose someone to a bite." You nod at her.

"Who'd you lose?" You ask as you examine the den area, seeing a entrance under a picked up furniture piece you don't know the name to.

"My best friend." You nod solemnly. "My first crush."

"Oh, when did it happen?" You ask, putting your hand on her arm.

"They died when I got bit. We thought we'd die beside each other." She explained. "I didn't tell them I loved them." She say, her eyes filling with tears she desperately tried to keep at bay. You shush her pulling her into your chest, giving her a hug.

"It's ok love, I think they knew." You comfort her. "I think they understood. Most of the time, the people we pine over already know we like them." You whisper to her. She tilts her head. The two of you go down the stairs.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"Well, people we are close to know that we love them without us having to explicitly state that we do." You explain. "They might not know that you cared for them more than platonically, but they knew you cared. That's all that matters in my opinion." She nods.

"You sound like the wise wizard who told Arthur he could do it." You laugh.

"What you wanna call me Merlin then?" She nods.

"Yeah! It'll be our joke to keep!!" She exclaims. "We won't tell grumpy old Joel." You nod.

"OK, fine. I guess you can call me Merlin then." You agree.

Not long after that conversation the three of you meet back up, guns and supplies packed in the back of the truck, a generator if you need it, and lots of canned goods.

"Can Merlin drive Joel?"

"Who the fuck is Merlin?" You wave at him. "I thought your name was-"

"It's Merlin now." You discretely nod to Ellie, trying to tell Joel to just let her have this. He nods.

"Odd fuckin name. You're not a wizard." He scoffs. You smile. He was a softie at heart.

"So can they?" Ellie buts in.

"Can they what?"

"Drive?"

"Fuck no." Ellie starts to protest but Joel talks over her. "They weren't even old enough to ride a scooter when the outbreak hit. There's no way." Ellie shrugs.

"You could teach them." Joel shakes his head. You nod.

"It's OK Ellie we can sit in the back together and annoy the shit out of him." You say in exchange. She nods.

Ellie ended up sitting in the front for the first bit of the drive. She was so curious about the truck, she'd never been in a car before. And to be honest, you barely remember a time being in the car, you've always been on horseback or just walking while travelling.

You went through the items you'd found at Bill and Frank's. A few being some skin magazines. You discretely put a comic book to cover the true book. You kept looking up at Joel as you looked through them, curiously peering at different parts of the bodies shown.

He coughed and you jumped, throwing the magazine under the seat.

"You ok back there Merlin? You look a bit sick." You nod. "You sure?" You nod again.

"Just a little scared of the moving vehicle is all." He nods.

"Try and put your head between your knees, even if you can't get it to touch your knees, the position still helps calm your stomach." You nod, doing as he told you. You'd already made the bit, might as well commit to it. "It's just motion sickness, it'll pass." You hum in understanding. His smooth accent was soothing to your ears, you wanted to hear more of it.

"How long until we get there?" Ellie asked. Joel hummed. You decided you liked his hum.

"Maybe a few days." He mutters. "Used to be able to drive across the country in just 2 days. Might take a bit longer because of the infected and cars jammed in the roads." Ellie hums in answer.

You slowly start to drift into sleep, being soothed by both the soft music playing, and Joel's voice softly humming to it. It was easy to find comfort in the man sat in the driver's seat, and you were glad he'd been the one chosen to take you and Ellie to the fireflies in the first place.

When you woke up, the car was stopping. It was dark outside. How long had you been asleep for?

"Mornin Merlin." Joel's voice softly spoke. "How was your sleep?" You nod.

"Alright I guess. Where are we?"

"About 6 hours west of Boston." He says.

"Canada?" You ask with excitement.

"No, we went southwest. Can't chance crossing the border. There will be too many infected." You nod.

"How long has she been asleep?" You nod to Ellie who'd fallen asleep in the passenger side.

"Not long, maybe an hour, two?" He muses. You nod.

"Pull over." He pulls to the side of the road, efficiently parking the car.

"What's goin' on?" He asked.

"I just gotta pee!" You say hurriedly as you open the car door and go into the bush a little. You quickly relieve yourself and walk back to the car. You watch as Joel carefully lifts Ellie, his body freezing for a second as he stares at her. You almost think he's gonna drop her, but he motions his head for you to open the back door. You move to help him, watching as his soft eyes don't leave where he was setting her down. He reached and buckled her body so she would slam into the seat when he drove.

After he was done, you could swear your heart melted. He was so sweet with her, almost as if he was her own father. You wondered if he had been a dad in his previous pre apocalyptic life.

When he set her down, he covered her up with the blanket you'd grabbed. He stared at her for a couple of minutes, unable to take his eyes away from her. You gathered that he'd indeed been a father before the apocalypse. He was a very closed book, and hard to read, yet there were little moments, like this one, that let you have a glimpse into what his mind held. You enjoyed these little glimpses.

You watched as Joel then hopped into the passenger side. You furrowed your brows. Walking over to him before he closed the door.

"What's going on? Are we stopping for the night?" He shakes his head. "I don't know what you want me to say." You admit.

"Get in the driver's seat idiot." He scoffs. Your face falls.

"I'm gonna drive?" You were nervous.

"Relax, I'm gonna be right beside you. But the truth is, we will last much longer if we switch off, yeah?" You nod.

"Yeah, ok that makes sense. Ok, let's do this." You pumped yourself up, walking to the driver's side and sitting in the seat, you quickly notice how uncomfortable it is. You have to understand comfortably grip the wheel. Joel laughs a little and reaches under you to move the bench.

"You have to adjust it to be comfortable reach for your legs and arms." His arm was between you legs as he scooted the bench to where it needed to be. You looked a lot more comfortable at the wheel. "Good," he says, that one word making your blush deepen. "Now, take your foot and tap around as far as you can reach. Look at my hands." Joel moves his hands so hid left is sideways, and his right stays up the right way. "The one that feels like this one," he gestures his left hand "is the brake. You'll push that one when you want to slow down or stop." You nod. "And the one that feels like my right hand, that's the accelerator, or the gas. You hit that one to go. With both pedals you have to be careful as you don't want to scare yourself." You nod. Joel smiles at you, his face lightening up a little. "Are you ready?" You nod.

"Hells yeah!" He motions for you to drive. But you pause. Thinking fast. You kiss him on the cheek. His face goes confused.

"Wha-"

"It's a kiss. For luck." He nods, still a little shocked. He motions for you to drive. You slowly pull the shifter into drive, taking your foot off the brake, you start to move forward. You squeal as the car starts to veer to the side. Joel quickly pulls the steering wheel the proper position. You look at him with panic.

"It's ok, the alignment is off, there's nothing we can do to fix that. You just have to trunk the wheel a little so the tyres stay straight." You nod, again taking off, adding some pressure onto the gas pedal, you smile as the car enters the road. Laughing as you drive.

"I'm doing it!" You smile. He laughs softly, the car starts to move smoother, you just pressing on the peddle, making it go around 25mph.

"You can push it more Merlin, that's the magic of driving." You push the peddle more, going up to 60mph. "There you go! That's good!" Joel whoops quietly as you buzz in excitement. "You know what would make this better?"

"Hmm?" You answer.

"A nice cup of coffee." He admitted. You squeal.

"Joel! There's some in the supplies!" He smiles wide at you.

"I guess your goodluck kiss worked." He smiles at you, watching as you wiggle in your seat in embarrassment.

He leans over to give you a peek on the cheek, or so you thought. He actually reached across you for your seatbelt, clipping it in for you. "Not gonna help you if we crash though." He informs you.

"Could've just kissed me. All the luck I need from you. You've survived 20 years of the apocalypse." He smiles.

"You have too. Look at us, two lucky ducks." You scoff.

"And a baby duck." You correct nodding your head to the back where Ellie was still sleeping.

"Yeah, that's right. We'll drive all night, and tomorrow day. Then we'll camp out tomorrow night. Does that sound good?" You nod. "I'm gonna sleep then. When we stop. He says." You nod again.

About a half hour later, he was snoring beside you. You smile at his adorable sounds. You were infatuated with him. You loved how he treated you like an adult. The fireflies, especially Marlene saw you as a child. An accessory, a pawn. But Joel, he never knew you as a child. So bed never treat you like one. Although logically he was old enough to be your dad. You didn't want to think like that though.

You were startled out of your thoughts as the car began to sputter, jerking as it struggled. It scared you, you pulled to the side of the road like Joel had earlier and placed the shifter back into the P position. Your hands were shaking as you reached to wake Joel up.

"Joel!" You push his shoulder, he pushed you away. You pushed him again. "Joel get the fuck up I broke it!" You were terrified. Joel finally looks over at you and just stares at you.

"What's goin on?" He said in his sleepy voice. You wanted to take his voice and play it over and over again on a loop in your brain.

"I broke the truck!" Joel quickly looks at the dash and realizes what happened. He let's out a little laugh. You hit him again. "Don't laugh at me dick breath! This is serious." He frowns for a moment and laughs again. Stumbling out of the truck he gathers stuff from the bed, he places it on the ground and opened the door.

"Watch your legs oh mystical one." He mocked, you frowned harder. His hand went below your leg and flipped a switch, he then pressed down on said switch and walked toward the back of the truck again. Within a few minutes he walked back to the front. "Alright Lucky, scoot over." He waved his hand, signalling you to move across the bench. You smile as you watch him restart the car and pull off the shoulder of the road.

"You're pretty." You say.

"You're stupid." You scoff, hitting his arm.

"Thought I was lucky." You sass. He sighs, putting his hand up in defeat. You smiled at the victory.

"That sass'll get you into trouble." You smirked.

"Nah, that ass'll." You counter, he looks away.

"OK, you got me. You win." He smiles at you.

"Look at us, I got a great sass, and you got a beautiful ass." He sputters laughing hard as he registers what you'd said.

"OK, you're done, you served me my ass on a silver platter." He said, ready to get this conversation over with, too flustered by you.

"Lemme just lick those fingers clean," you grab the hand that waved in your face as you started to talk. Your soft wet tongue filling the cracks between your fingers. Joel's eyes were dark, watching as the tip of your tounge peeked through his fingers. You looked at the road and panicked. "Joel! A deer!" He quickly swerved the car and avoided hitting the deer, the two of you very spooked.

"Don't do that again." He warns, his voice deep as the two of you calmed down on the side of the road.

"Do what?" A small voice asked from the backseat. Ellie woke up from her sleep, startled awake from the erratic driving from just seconds prior. She stares at the two of you as Joel blankly blinks his eyes.

"I poked his neck, and he glared at me and almost hit a deer." You lied smoothly. Joel nodded at you. "It was your fault anyways, you're the one that looked away from the road. You point out, double meaning laced in your words. Joel's eyes darken for a second.

"Yeah, couldn't possibly be your fault for distracting me." He snaps back.

"Oh stop being such a dick and suck it up." You huff, turning to the side and watching from the mirror, seeing Ellie roll her eyes and lay back down.

Joel also huffed and pulled the truck back to the road, driving steadily toward your destination. You lave your head against the window, watching as the dark forest zoomed past. Joel waited until he heard Ellies snore again before speaking.

"What was that?" He whispered to you. You shrug.

"You're hot as hell, I'm a decent catch in the apocalypse. You want me? You got me." You say. He huffs.

"Never pegged you for a bed warmer." You scoff.

"Fuck off. Fucking dicknee!" You whisper shouted.

"Dicknee?" He questions. You nod. "Did they not teach you proper insults at butterfly school?" He asks, genuinely curious.

"I didn't go to school." You answer. He nods.

"Fucking explains it." He sighs. "Look, your insults are earaching." He starts, he lectures you most of the night on how insults are supposed to sound. You'd ended up falling asleep with your head resting on his shoulder due to sitting right close to him so you didn't disrupt Ellie.

The three of you had set up camp just outside the truck. Sleeping bags rolled out and ready. Though you didn't have one for yourself, you'd only had Bill and Frank's. Joel frowned as you just used a thin blanket. It was getting colder and colder at night.

"Hey Lucky," he grabs your attention. "Come here." He left no room for argument as he spread out his sleeping bag. When you came near him, he placed the blanket you had on the ground and pulled you down beside him. Laying on the blanket, with the sleeping bag pulled over the pair of you. You cuddled into him and surprisingly he allowed it. His arm wrapped around you, you swore you'd never felt safer.

When you woke the next morning, your back was to his front, you could've stayed there for hours. You'd probably stay there for a bit longer, as the sun hasn't risen yet. You snuggle in closer to Joel, his arm was under your head, serving as your pillow. You pressed your nose into it, taking in his smell. It was so… woodsy. You imagine you don't smell great either.

The sun was just starting to rise as you felt Joel's arm tighten around you, you smile. Reaching up to touch his arm around your waist.

"Mornin old man." You whisper in your sleep groggy voice.

"Morning wizard." His deadpanned reply makes you laugh. You feel him smile at you as he laughed as well.

"We should be getting up, yeah?" Joel nods.

"You'll give me a hand?" Joel asked. You nodded.

Getting up, you pull Joel's own hand up with you. His other arm was asleep after being tucked under your head all night.

"I'm gonna go take a leak, wanna grab that coffee you were telling me about?" You nod.

You grabbed the coffee and the maker, and some food to warm on the small fire Joel was making. The two of you got busy making the coffee and warming the food.

Soon Ellie woke up, and got in a small fight with Joel over the coffee smelling like burned shit. You smile warmly looking at the duo. Soon the three of you were on the road again. You sat in the front seat, Ellie in the back. You giggles as she disappeared into the floor. You felt Joel's hand rest on your knee as you were looking back at Ellie. Your head turned to meet Joel's eyes. He pointed out a very bad car wreck, the two of you silently agreed not to let Ellie know its there. You turn back to Ellie, encouraging her to get her book out of her bag, she instead found something interesting. It was the skin mag. Your eyes widen as she opens it.

"Some interesting pictures." She says, that catches Joel's attention, as he looks back.

"Ellie, that ain't for kids." She ignored him, he looks to you. You shrug.

"Woah!" She exclaims, you give in.

"Let me see." You say, you see Joel's exasperated face in your peripherals. "No, see. That's defiantly fake." Ellie looks at you.

"How do you know?" She demands.

"Look there, that skinnis off a few shades. They put a different body on this one." She nods.

"Woah how's he walk around with that thing?!" She yelled as she unfolded the magazine. Joel looks at you again.

"Why are these pages sticking together." Joel just hums, unsure how to answer that. "Just joking, anyways by bo-" you grabbed the magazine from her before she could throw it out. They both look at you.

"What? I heard these are hard to come by." They still look at you. "People have needs." You cross your arms.

Joel's hand had rested back on your knee. You bent to put the skin mag in the glove box, finding a few more in there. "Holy shit!" You gasped. Only you and Joel seen he laughed a little as you pushed it in the glovebox, clicking it shut.

The three of you came up on a car pile up. You sit up more, reaching your body to peck Joel on the cheek. His face darkens a bit more. "What?"

"A kiss, for luck." Your eyes sparkle at him. Your intentions were pure. He smiles as he decides to go through the city.

The peace didn't last long at all, as the three of you pass by the Quarantine zone a man stumbles in the middle of the road. You look to Joel. He shakes his head.

"Ellie, seatbelt."

"Aren't we going t-"

"Seatbelt, now." You cut her off, she nods. Joel presses the gas and takes off toward the supposed injured man, he jumps out of the way, but shots statt to ring out, bullets digging into the truck at all angles shattering the glass of windows and the windshield.

"Oh fuck!" You yell as the truck swerved into a laundromat.

The airbag failed, but surprizing because of the age of the car. Your head smashed against the dashboard, blood running down your forehead, your whole face practically dripping in it as you look around you rapidly.

"Joel! Ellie!" You heard Joel grunt. "Ellie!" Her head popped out from behind Joel's seat.

"I'm ok!" She returned. Looking to Joel, you can see a superficial cut on his cheek, and a few patches of blood on his clothes. You hurry and pull them out of the truck, Joel grabbing the gun as he goes. He had the only gun.

There were multiple shots fired as the three of you huddled behind the truck. You watched as Joel seen a hole in the wall, shooing Ellie to go through the hole. She shakes her head.

"Ellie, go!" You urge her. She looks at the both of you before she takes off. Joel shooting the men as you distract them.

You don't know how it happened, but Joel was pinned. He was under som 20 something kid, probably just younger or just older than you, he was choking the air out of Joel, you were sitting there, the blood loss making you dizzy as fuck, you tried to get up to help but couldn't. You looked away and heard a shot. Then the boy begging for his life. Joel shot him. The kid was dead.

"Merlin!"

The world faded out.

When you next woke up, Ellie was asleep on the floor of what looked like an untouched apartment. Your head stung like a bitch and when you looked around you seen Joel laying toward the door. You sigh, moving to check on Ellie, she was fine, she didn't feel cold. You moved to Joel, finding yourself being cold, you dropped yourself behind him, cuddling into his back. You drift back into sleep

"Joel!" You hear, "Joel!" You feel more than see the man get up.

He sits up abruptly. Then freezes, you can just barely see his face. It was pulled in the most terrifying look you'd seen. You started to sit up with him, still a little dizzy. You miss most of the conversation, focused on holding Joel's arm for support.

He lightly pushes you, probably not wanting you near him. You let go and reach to touch your face.

"Don't do that." An unfamiliar voice said. You look and see a young man standing with a gun to Ellies head.

"Hey what the fuckfly are you doing?" You demanded. Going to stand up, Joel holds your sleeve. "Whag the shit are you doing! Put your fucking gun down or you'll know the meaning of hurt." You threatened. Joel pulls your sleve more and you lean into him. It was then you realized that you were falling away from him.

You leaned agaisnt him still glaring at the man behind Ellie. You realized after a while he'd had a child with him. You didn't see children with the people attacking you.

"Joel." You whisper, his chest moves a bit and you know he's answered you non-audibly. "He's got a kid. He's not one of the people trying to kill us." You whisper. You feel another non-audible answer. He knows.

"You're gonna help us get out of the city. And we're gonna show you where to go." After a few close calls, of either getting caught by the usperpers or the runners.

You lean against Joel as you walk through the underground, finding a housing development with toys on the floors and rules on the walls. You smile as you sit on a chair much smaller than meant for someone your size. It was comfortable enough you muse.

You watch as Ellie and Sam play, Sam teaching Ellie some sign language. You'd learned some while in the Boston QZ, it was a good little pass time, and you could speak to the elderly better. Most lost their hearing and since the death of technology there haven't been working hearing aids in a decade.

One of your favourite pastimes was to sit and talk to the elderly. You remember a conversation you'd had with a little old lady, the sound of her laugh, something she'd not heard herself in over 5 years, it was a beautiful laugh, you loved making people happy. Smiles and laughs were some of the most beautiful things you could fathom existing in this world.

"You ok?" The man, Henry had asked you.

"Don't." Joel responded. The man looked at him almost with irritation.

"They can speak for themselves." He retorted.

"M'fine." You butted in, trying to keep the peace. You look at the man now, his face is worried, you don't think for you, but maybe for the unsure future of Sam. He didn't want you to become even more deadweight. You couldn't take the man's inquisitive stare, moving your head to look up at Joel. You lean back against him. He faux groaned at the additional weight you'd leaned against him. "Oh fuck off old man, you carried me up stairs recently. Like 40 flights." His chest moved a little at your crass tone.

"Yeah, and your ass was heavy when I did that too." You fake gasp.

"wow, étaient juste grossiers tout d'un coup." He looked at you for a second.

"Is that French?" You shrug.

"Is that a problem?"

"I don't speak French."

"What do you speak? Cowboy?" You teased.

"I spoke Spanish quite a bit before the outbreak." You nod.

"It's sister language is French. At least that's what the old ladies told me." You spoke.

"They taught you?" You nod.

"So Spanish eh?" He nods.

"Eres muy guapa." You tell him, tripping on the words. He hums.

"No, it's guapo. Hard 'o' at the end. Guapa is feminine." He informs. You nod.

"Eres muy guapo." He nods again.

"Muy bien, suerte." You smile.

"Danke." You reply. He smiles.

"That's German." His smile is more slick. Like he's caught you red handed.

"You try and keep up with caring for the elderly at like 12." You retort. He laughs a little. Henry joins in.

The five of you stayed in the settlement a few hours, waiting for it to get dark outside, you ended up cuddled into Joel, both his arms around you, holding you. One hand had found purchase on your mid thigh. You grinned as you pushed your face into his chest.

"Should've grabbed one of those skin mags before leaving the truck behind." You joked, hearing Henry laugh. "Nah I should've grabbed all of them. You know how many playboys and playgirls, and men's magazines there were? Should've grabbed them all up." You exclaimed. Henry laughs again.

"Why would you want porn, when you have Mr. Grump." You sputter for a second, feeling Joels thumb lightly rub your thigh, trying to comfort you.

"Porn is a normal and completely valid thing to want." He nods.

"Where'd you say that truck was?"

The three of you laugh, more so you and Henry, but Joel's chest gave way a little.

The five of you soon left the settlement, the sky being dark outside, you walked down a neighbourhood street, something you didn't see very often in the QZ, it was mostly city blocks. You held onto Joel's sleeve most of the walk, his hands resting on the long rifle he carried. He looked hot.

"Hey old man." You mumble, your worn out state still causing you to be groggy, you'd probably had a concussion.

"Yeah?" He replied.

"You're warm." Your face pushed into his jacket, the warmth you felt from him unlike any other feeling.

He laughs.

You barely follow along as Henry guides you through the neighborhood, turning onto a street just in time for a shot to ring out, hitting close to you. Joel throws you against the car, you were between he and Ellie, Henry and Sam right beside Joel.

"Alright, I'm gonna go around, you four distract them." Joel says. You grab his sleeve.

"Kiss me." You said, he blinked at you. "Just once." He still didn't budge. "For luck." He gives you a peck on your forehead. You pout. "That doesn't give much luck." You pointed out.

"Maybe not, but there's a guy shootin at us right now." And like that he's off.

"You'll owe me a proper one when you're done!" You yell after him, he waves you off.

Not long after, the shooting stops, and you hear Joel yelling. It was too late. You seen the trucks, the hoards of people. You stiffen. You quickly tell Henry you have to move. You grab Ellie and he grabs Sam. The four of you hide behind a old van, taking cover where you could.

You listen as the leader of the KC revolt speaks, trying to get Henry to come give himself up. Eventually he stands and she points her gun at him. You stand too, motioning for Sam and Ellie to stay down.

"Don't!" You say, walking forward, her gun trains on you.

"Who the fuck are you? Did you kill my son?" You put your hands up.

"No, but I wish I did." You say, her guns safety clicks off.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"You heard me. If he's any of the bitch you are, hunting down a man and his sick brother. And what fucking for huh?" You were standing directly in front of Henry now. "Because blood was spilled? Last I checked, you had a kid of your own, before my kid killed him." You said boldly. She stepped forward even more.

"Wh-"

"Go on, kill me." Her eyes narrowed, trying to figure out why you would sacrifice yourself for a child and a man you barely knew. "You kill me, but you let my guys go. You hear me?" She shakes her head.

"I can't d-" the ground started to rumble just as she pointed the gun back at Henry.

You seen it happen, the explosion of runners. You grabbed Henry and ran back to Ellie and Sam. Shots were fired at runners and clickers that were close to you. You knew Joel had gotten the gist of what had happened. You trusted him, he'd get you out there safe. Or at least Ellie out of there safe.

"OK Ellie! Climb in there, I'll take out as many as I can, you'll be safe in the van." You rushed your words, handing her a knife she didn't recognize. "Keep yourself safe." And with that you were gone and she was in the van. You ran into the mess of men women and dead. You run toward infected, stabbing one after another, with the long dagger like knife you had.

You fought your way over to where you last seen Sam and Henry, clearing the infected around the car they were trapped under and pulling them up. You look around and seen the large Bloater come out of the ground, ploughing into people and infected alike, tearing limbs from bodies.

You pull Henry and Sam toward where you left Ellie, the three of you meet up with Joel and are almost out of the neighbourhood when they lady from earlier pulls a gun on the five of you. She wasn't long for the world as an infected launched at her and started to pull her apart.

Joel pulled you 5 out of the neighbourhood and out of the city. You all eventually settled in a motel room, the two children converging in the separated bedroom. You smile at the two adults, after you cooked the 4 of your people dinner, you were relaxing in the main room.

Joel stayed his distance from you, but came close to you not much later. Moving your shirt and jacket various ways, you gather he was checking fir bites, the whole time you stared up at him in wonder.

"Looks like your good luck kiss worked." You poke. He smiles, almost unconvincingly. "I'm glad it did. That bloater, everything could've gone from bad to worse fast." He nods.

"I'm glad you stayed safe," he acknowledges. "When you weren't with Ellie-"

"Oh don't worry old man." You pat his chest. "I'd never do anything that put her at risk." He nods again.

"I was worried about you. I ca-" He cut himself off.

"Don't worry Joel, you won't be alone taking care of a teenage girl anytime soon." He smiles.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x gn!reader #gn reader #non gender specific #arne writes #the last of us #tlou

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notmoreflippingelves · 4 months

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I'm biased as heck and I'm gonna go with one of my faves - how about 18, 22 and 25 for Francisco from EoA and a freebie question - thoughts on his relationship with Esteban pre and post series?

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

It gets much less screen time/focus than his relationship with the other characters, but Francisco's relationship with Isabel is very underrated and one of my favorites to watch. It's especially poignant and striking as Francisco is the oldest of the main characters, and Isabel is the youngest--but there is still so much understanding and affection between them. And the two of them have such similar personalities.

I feel like they are probably the most alike of all the Flores family members. Both are quieter and relatively even tempered (or at least compared to the rest of the family who are much more talkative and hot-headed), sensitive, creative/artistic. I'd also say that they are the two "wisest" members of the family and the most open-minded. (Though of course, they do have their very stubborn moments as well!)

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Honestly, I don't think I've read a ton of Francisco fic, but not really sure that there's a ton out there. But I do enjoy the little I see of him as a background character in other fics. In terms of an aspect that I like (and would love to see more of), I really enjoy seeing focus on his relationships with Isabel and Esteban. Much of the Francisco content that we see in the show itself is understandably focused on his relationships with Luisa and Elena, so it's always nice to see fanwork delve deeper into his dynamics with the other members of his family. I've already talked a bit about his relationship with Isabel and I will talk more in another question about his relationship with Esteban. But yeah, these are really rich, underrated dynamics that have so much wonderful potential to be explored.

As for something I don't like, I read a fic once where Francisco died the day after "Coronation Day," and he sort of knew that it was going to be his last day, which gave him a bit of an extra vitality on the day itself. And just...it made me too sad. Plus, like Esteban was just finally reintegrated into the family again, Elena just ascended the throne. There's so much going on in Francisco's life at the end of the series that he should be there for. Yeah, I get that he's older and he might not be in the best of health (especially given his sweet tooth). But no, in my mind, all the characters (except Shuriki, lol) are functionally immortal for the foreseeable future.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I liked Francisco reasonably well from the start, and I like him even better now. I find him a nice, calming presence for the Flores family. He gets a long reasonably well with everyone and is able to provide some very sweet moments as well as a little bit of humor.

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!-- thoughts on his relationship with Esteban pre and post series?

While we really don't get to see all that much of it, I feel that Francisco's relationship with Esteban was very, very good-- pre-series, during the main timeline of the show, and post-series alike. In fact, I feel like I would go so far as to say that it's probably one of (if not THE) most positive relationship in Esteban's life. Esteban was around 8-9, when he was orphaned, so he likely remembers very little about his actual father. Instead, Francisco was the fatherly presence guiding Esteban through the struggles of adolescence.

He would've been the one who taught Esteban everything he knows about being a man. He would have been the one to teach him how to tie his cravat and how to shave. (My headcanon is that adult!Esteban decided to grow out his beard and mustache during the Dark Times specifically as a way of honoring his absent abuelo who has his own impressive facial hair). He was probably also the one to teach Esteban how to play the guitar and the one we see in "Secret of Avalor" may even have been a gift from him. (Shame that Shuriki probably had it destroyed at the end of the scene).

And the little hints that we see of their relationship in the main series suggest that the relationship continues to be strong. During Esteban's trial, Francisco is the only one to vote in his favor. His line about judging Esteban not for the mistakes of his past but the man he has become in the present--suggest that in Francisco's view, Esteban has become a man that he is proud of and one that is already worthy of forgiveness/a second chance. As a lonely, love-starved, fatherless boy, Esteban probably worshipped Francisco when he was a child, and so to hear that --even knowing Esteban's greatest mistake--Francisco is still proud of what he's become must have been so validating for Esteban as an adult. That's all he's ever wanted: to be a great man, a true son of Avalor just like his abuelo. Too bad Luisa then totally crushes Esteban's heart immediately afterwards.

I am also very struck by the throne room scene with Francisco, Luisa, and Cahu in "Coronation Day." While Luisa has the flashier role in the scene and the more powerful lines, I'd argue that Francisco is actually the one who ultimately inspires Esteban's decision to sacrifice himself for Elena.

Esteban watches Francisco call for a sword to defend Luisa from Cahu, hears Francisco ask him "why are you doing this, Esteban?" because Francisco still cares enough about him to want to understand. Esteban knows that Francisco is the kind of man that he himself has always wanted to be, the man that he should be. The man that maybe he still could be if only he had just one more chance. And then he does get that chance, and he's finally able to do exactly what Francisco would do--sacrifice himself to save his family.

I also have a lot of feelings about how the last interaction we see between the two of them on the show is at the end of Esteban's sacrifice-redemption-and-resurrection scene. We see Francisco place a hand on Esteban's shoulder as the scene fades to black.

#elena of avalor #francisco flores #isabel castillo flores #esteban flores #ask memes #i've also talked a bit about the whole 'esteban sees shuriki again in song of the sirenas and hides behind his grandfather'#but that was more from esteban's perspective #of him being so terrified of shuriki that he reverts again to the scared little boy who needs to hide behind the braver man for protection #but we can also consider it from francisco's perspective as well as esteban's #he doesn't care that esteban is younger and presumably stronger and by all rights 'should be' the one shielding him #no; for all that esteban is an adult who 'should' protect himself #he's still francisco's little nieto at the end of the day #francisco can and will protect esteban--just as he did that day over 50 years prior when his orphaned grandson was left in his care #ask meme

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SO do you think Billy would change his behavior if he had survived the Mind Flayer?!

I do remember that I wasn't a fan of him when I first saw the show but then I read some wonderful meta posts here on Tumblr (and read a few fanfics of course) and now I think it's sad that he didn't get a chance to grow up. To grow up and get away from Neil and be the person he really wanted to be. Try and be the person he could be.

So, if you have some time, I would love to know your thoughts on the subject 😊

Oh without a doubt. Without a doubt he would have changed once he had a chance to escape.

This is going to ramble a little bit cos I have Big Personal Thoughts about Billy so just stay with me here—

People love to forget that Billy is barely 18 when he dies. Barely 18. Ask anyone over the age of 24 if 18 year olds have any clue what they’re doing and the answer is no. Sheesh, ask college kids if barely graduated high schoolers have any idea about the world and for the most part they’ll tell you no.

18 might make you an “adult” but it doesn’t make you an Adult and speaking from experience, I can PROMISE you that while a lot of abused kids carry themselves as a lot older than their age, in several ways we are in fact a lot more immature than our peers.

I was living on my own in an apartment, no roommates, no help from family or significant others, Working full time and going to college at night at eighteen years old. I was paying my own taxes, all my own bills, dealing with landlords and maintenance/car issues, not on any government assistance and partying until I was black out drunk every weekend. I was a stripper for a while, sexually active etc etc.

For all intents and purposes, full grown adult right?

But. The second I was forced to interact with my parents? Emotionally I was fourteen. I lashed out. I screamed. I broke things. I trashed an ex girlfriends apartment because she (rightfully, in hindsight) told me we weren’t good for each other.

I was an adult and out of the bad situation sure but I hadn’t grown up near enough to handle ANYTHING.

It took me YEARS to get to the point of actively breaking cycles and learning my own triggers etc.

So when people look at 17 and barely 18 year old Billy and pronounce him irredeemable? I’d like them to fuck right off.

Because it takes YEARS to break cycles. It takes YEARS to stop hearing Their Voice in your head. Years to even find out who WE are enough to separate from who we pretended to be all those years to survive.

Billy was barely 18. Working at the pool. Making friends (at least Heather). A scared little boy running from his dad, running from monsters and then FACING monsters and apologizing and dying trying to save someone who literally just showed him a little kindness.

Billy died trying to protect El, who showed him a TINY bit of kindness. If he did that for her what would he have done eventually for Max if he survived? The apologies he would have made. The wrongs he might have righted.

Honestly even if he got in his car and ran away and tried to build a life somewhere else— that’s okay too! Because it takes YEARS to heal and he could only make changes if he had the time to heal.

I think it’s really…. “Ableist” isn’t quite the word I’m looking for but it’s certainly SOMETHING to look at an emotionally and physically abused and traumatized child and decide they are evil when they haven’t even had the chance to BREATHE away from their abuser.

The sexism and racism I learned growing up took me AGES to unlearn. Even though I’d always known I was LGBT it took me years before I could kiss a girl without hearing hatred in my mind.

So yeah. Looking at Billy (or even Jason or that one asshole from season one who torments the Party) and just writing them off as a lost cause villain?

Really smacks of “not understanding abuse” and “not understanding learned behavior” and “not bothering to understand nature vs nurture”

Nurture is who we are raised to be. Nature is who we are in our most vulnerable moments.

And Billy? Billy cried when he was hurt. He looked away ashamed when faced with how much max (rightfully from her POV) despised him. He begged for help when he was lost. Died trying to protect eleven.

That’s who he IS and if he’d been giving the chance to grow up and escape and heal, I don’t doubt he would have been different.

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182 Days of TPN - Day 177

Chapter 177: "Mother"

This chapter.. this damn chapter never fails at getting me emotional. I'm still so very upset that Isabella dies this way too when we had other characters such as Emma and Barbara also get impaled by fierce demons and survive with their scars, so why not my queen huh?? I know there's that whole neverland fairy tale idea where adults aren't allowed there, which would've been an interesting concept for our series given the several adult deaths we had already, but that would've cancelled out some of the oldest Goldy Pond kids who are already older than 18 at this point. However, with how Emma phrased the new promise to allow all humans raised as food to cross over into the human world, there wouldn't have been any issue. Isabella could've easily joined them then, like c'mon Shirai, couldn't ya at least let these kids have one parent join them, please? They already lost Yuugo and Lucas, we didn't need to add another!

As if stabbing this woman wasn't enough, this bastard goes on to taunt her, saying that she'll never make up for her past mistakes no matter how hard she tries. First off, to hell with this guy. Secondly, that's such nonsense. I know this moment is supposed to be seen as "Isabella's big redemption moment," but it totally didn't need to happen this way. I'm gonna sound like a broken record when I say this, but this woman's redemption arc started way back when she first admitted defeat on the wall while watching her precious children escape GF. From gathering the ropes they used so the demons wouldn't know which direction they ran, to secretly planning an entire uprising within the farm system in hopes to one day assist her children when they returned. She even used her newfound power as Grandma to help spare the lives of other children at GF by lowering the amount of harvests that took place. Granted, walking the children to their deaths as caretaker and her treatment of Ray are certainly her biggest flaws that can definitely outweigh all the good she's done during those several years as a mother, but again, it's not like she truly wanted to act that way! It was her job; a job she only took because she valued her own life so much (& honestly, I would too), but she excelled at it for their sake. She's renowned for being the best for providing such high quality meat to the farm (which sounds bad when ya think of them as food, I know), but it means her children were raised with such rich emotions and were able to reach a reasonable decent age because they knew what happiness and love felt like and she did everything within her power to keep them alive as long as they possibly could. So to hear this demon make a statement like this just irks me because while it's true this one mama bear moment may not be enough for Isabella to be redeemed fully, it completely disregards every other motherly act she's done for her children over the years.

Literally the only positive I can take away from this highly unfortunate demon encounter is how damn strong and determined Isabella is. The fire in her eyes and the intense grip she has on this demon that straight up prevents it from moving to hurt Emma or the other girl.. aahh it's such a badass moment! What a queen!

Every single time I come across these panels, all I hear in my head is that Mushu quote: "You missed! How could you miss? He was three feet in front of you!" Seriously though, I can understand with how quick everything happened and the intense new threat could've caused Ray's aim to be off a little, but my boy, this could not have been a more worse occasion to miss. I don't wanna say it because it'll be so mean but s2!Ray could've done better.

Bro I remember so very clearly when a couple panels of this chapters were first teased before the official release (& yeah I was a complete mess back then too), but when this panel was going around, it was cropped short to where Ray wasn't seen at all, so people were going nuts about where he was, why wasn't he also surrounding Isabella, if his hatred for her really went so deep to not wanna be near her while she's at death's door, etc. It was kinda wild and absolutely made me anxious, but thankfully the panic was short lived when the full page was available. Sorta. I mean, it's still not a pretty panel, seeing my favorite villain minutes away from losing her life, but at least Ray is present along with all the other GF kids.

Seeing Isabella being more concerned about everyone else aside from herself after a serious stab wound.. what a bittersweet "like mother, like daughter" parallel.

Crazy how Krone's actions and words lead the kids to believe Isabella's intentions were just as heartless. Yeah both ladies wanted to survive and would choose to achieve that by any means necessary, but at least Isabella cared for the well-being of her children. That's already a whole lot more than what your typical mom or sister is capable of.

Having this panel placed in the middle of all the heartbreak is very much appreciated because I definitely need some adorable flashbacks to make me feel a little better before diving right back into my puddle of tears. Seeing her smile and laugh alongside the trio is the most adorable thing, especially that head pat she gives Emma. Also love that reference to ch95's extra page where Gilda was working so hard at the shelter that a sleepy Chris mistakenly called her "mom." Oh, my poor boy Chris.. he's gonna have so many things to catch up on once he wakes up and learning about Isabella's death ain't gonna be easy.

Say it louder, sweetie!!! And most definitely repeating myself once more by saying that I'm so glad the second season animated that panel of Isabella hugging the trio despite this chapter's events not happening.

I love this idea of Isabella & Yuugo being the "what if" versions of the kids. Isabella's situation could easily be applied to any of the girls, though most people associate it with Emma which is fair, just as we usually make the connection of Yuugo to Ray due to them both witnessing their family getting killed and all that time they spent alone, whether it be physically, mentally or emotionally. All three honestly.

Seeing all the children beg Isabella to hold on, along with them confessing how much they love her.. oh my goodness, I think so often how thankful I am that this scene wasn't included in the anime because seeing the pain on their faces is hard enough already, imagine how loudly I would sob if I heard the emotion in all their voices.

Oh, if any version of her lullaby played here, my heart would shatter. I already feel close to tears. She probably dreamed of hugging all her precious children and openly declaring her love for them once more without any fear of what the farm system might do to her and/or them, and now that Isabella finally gets that chance, she has such a thankful smile on her face and I'm happy she gets to experience these warm feelings one last time.

I dunno about anyone else, but this chapter always feels like a "try not to cry challenge, level: impossible" for me. Doesn't matter if they added in this cute scene of her hugging the trio with such a beautiful smile, my heart is still in pieces on the ground. I'm the one who needs the hug!

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If you haven't learned how much I love Isabella, Ray and their complicated mother-son relationship yet, then I haven't rambled on long enough. But yes, as much as her death absolutely wrecks me, I'm relieved it allows us to get one final interaction between her and Ray. By now we have a pretty good grasp about Ray's feelings towards Isabella, so the fact he kept his distance this entire time until she called out for him is so sad. We can't really tell if he rushes to her side or if he takes slow steps, but what matters is that he didn't deny her request.

It means so much that this moment is just between the two of them too. Sure it was undeniable sweet to see all the children cry and huddle around Isabella, but she and Ray have such a deep history so they deserve one last scene together. Although it's a very fragile relationship, that doesn't prevent her from giving him a personal apology with the very last bit of strength she has. Aahh, how terrible she must be feeling right now, thinking back on all the times she wasn't allowed to show him the same level of affection as a mother would normally show her son or for making his life such a living hell. She could've very well chosen to be angry at herself here or let the pain show on her face, and yet she chooses to smile instead. Not a smug or confident one Ray's probably used to seeing her use, but a gentle one that really conveys how strong her regrets are.

Having her last wish being for Ray to protect everyone is so perfect with how it shows that right til the very end, Isabella's children have always been her top priority and she'll always think of them first. It's also sweet that she wants Ray to hold onto this promise because us readers already know how committed Ray is to providing for his family and keeping them safe. Hell, his compassion and protective instincts were on full display last chapter when he jumped in to shoot at that demon bastard and when he accepted all the moms and sisters to join the kids in the human world back during ch164. Those were such great opportunities for Isabella to witness just how caring her son really is and how much he's grown. I'm certain she's so proud of him. To this day I still wish Isabella had actually spoke that "I love you so much" to him, but I know she was steadily growing weaker by the minute that even speaking or seeing clearly was becoming a challenge for her. The nice thing with Isabella though, is that she doesn't really need to say such words out loud for Ray or any other child to know how true her feelings are, as Emma confirmed earlier during her moment of reflection, that Isabella's actions speak far louder to the point where everyone was able to recognize how strongly she loved them all. What completely breaks me about this entire chapter though is seeing Ray finally breakout into tears as he holds onto his mother's hand. This boy just found out his mother was alive, along with becoming their enemy once more, saw her betray their common enemy in order to assist the children, which sparks his discussion to forgive her and wish for her to join him in the human world, only to realize that won't happen as she jumps in to protect one of his best friends and ends up critically injured all because he failed to killing a demon. That is so much to experience all in one day. It's a miracle he kept his emotions in check to begin with, but now he's hit with the realization that he's losing his mother for good and.. damn it 'yall. Can we please give my boy a break?? And my queen too while we're at it?? Both of them seriously had two of the worst experiences in this world and instead of having them reconcile and build a better mother-son relationship in the human world together, we gotta make them suffer once last time, huh?? Fucking hell man.. I said it way more than once and I'll say it a million more times up until I'm on my own death bed, but the decision of having Isabella stay alive is by far the absolute best thing to come out of season two.

I want to wish their moment was lasted longer than a page and a third, but I'd probably never recover from all the emotional damage if their tearful goodbye had more focus. AAhhh.. seems like I should've wrote out a lot more considering the amount of time I spent on this chapter and how passionate I get about my favorites, but ya know, the emotions are hella strong today.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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caluski · 6 months

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So I recently finished reading TGCF... But I have a problem with two things. Spoilers ahead obviously.

In human years, Xie Lian is about 10 years older than Hua Cheng, yes? Since Xie Lian gets turned into an immortal at 17 and doesnt physically age anymore... So how is it that Hua Cheng dies before turning 18 like the fortune said? Because he dies as a soldier... But there is no way that a decade has passed before the war, no??? I can't remember exactly - I feel like I've read the whole thing too fast, the timeline feels blurry in my head - but hasn't it been less than a year since Xie Lian steps down to help for the first time? Isn't that when the war breaks out? That should still make Hua Cheng a child, not a nearly adult teenager...

But THEN - even if I assume I misread that and he actually did die at 16-17, where the hell did the adult form of him come from??? Wouldn't that make the one that followed Xie to puqi shrine the "real" form??? Since that's approximately the age he died?? His image with the eyepatch and the pearl bead and all that, it kept being described as a man in his 20s.... I keep trying to think what have I missed, but even the time he gets killed as a "no name" ghost for the first time, too, he's also in his actual time-of-death state. That much was clear. So what was up with the sudden body change? This whole time, between dying as a ghost, to rejecting becoming a god, he was an immortal still, in one way or another. He couldn't age, right??? It was never mentioned that in the process of becoming the ghost king he could mature physically as he was gathering more power. The only thing explained seemed to be the eye part.

What am I missing here????? No doubt there must be something I misread or accidentally skipped, but what.... What's the explanation for it???????????? How did Hua grow more and Xie didn't even though they were both turned immortal at approx the same age????????????????????????

Also, actually another thing that really annoyed me: that damn array password being left unrevealed. Not that I was that curious of what it was, but I expected it to be revealed and it wasn't, not even in the extras (and in the extras it was even revealed what the last mural was which was EXTREMELY obvious and didn't need to be said). So I went on reddit and I only found theories and someone mentioned that the author stated that "it's to stay between hualian". Which made me even more annoyed LOL because it just makes it sound like even she couldn't come up with what it could be. Personally I don't think it would be sexual, since obviously hua had a ton of worshippers and was a pretty boy and everything, so a lot of people, especially residents of ghost town, wouldn't actually mind saying some stupid stuff like praising his dick or something. I think it would be something like "hua cheng is the best husband in the world" because by the time Xie learned it obviously they still weren't a couple and if it was something Xie-specific (like "San Lang" since he's the only one to refer to him with that. He was soooooooo embarrassed of being so in love with Xie Lian he would NEVER force him to say this kind of stuff in fear of revealing too openly wanting to be spoken to in such way).

I don't know LOL I think I'm overthinking this way too much. But I don't want to give too much shit to the author, I think the story was fun and idk I honestly enjoyed it. Should I draw fanart. I kind of want to.... But yeah I think that's all I really have to say about it lol. It was fun! Definitely not watching the anime or reading the comic or anything else. Genuinely surprised there was no *actual* sex scene though. Also no wedding?????? I can't believe there was no wedding.... Have I missed a chapter or two???? How was there no wedding............ That's so crazy. I can forgive the lack of sex scenes but no wedding...... I'm so disappointed. I was actually so excited to read about a god + ghost wedding. That would be so interesting.

#Normally I never talk this much about books I read since they're usually nonfiction and biographies...#So forgive me for blabbering on so much #pogaduchy

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galaxycunt · 11 months

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15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

Figured it’d be fun to get to know ppl on here :) tagged by @alphedhel

Tagging @captastra @gayafsatan @clonesupport @the-lastcall @the-laridian @kirjanikv6ilill @socially-awkward-skeleton @incognito-insomniac @darkfire1177 @goatyoat @galaxymermaid214 @toads-treasures @roofgeese @strangefable

If you are not comfortable with putting any information you may use something like “Nice try FBI,” because it’s funny.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Bianca from Taming Of The Shrew

2. When was the last time you cried?

Literally last week when Evan puked from dehydration even tho we weren’t even in the backcountry and had plenty of water and salty food lmao he cried so I cried bc I was worried he was gonna force himself to hike down and pass out. Men are so dumb!!!! Drink water!!!!

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I’m currently trying. Which is the least gross way of saying it bc Evan like to make gross jokes about it bc it’s true lmao

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I’m a weirdo who thinks sarcasm is super not funny lmao like ok I get it ha ha u got the whole club laughing rn 😐

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to play baseball/softball with friends, soccer but not on a real team just with kids at school lmao as an adult I do rock climbing and I played rugby once with my brother in law is running in races a sport? Then I guess that too

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

I like looking at peoples faces

7. Eye Color?

Dark brown the most beautiful color in da world baby 😎😎😎

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Hey man most scary movies have happy endings bc at least someone lives lmao watching yellowjackets rn and I don’t think no one got a happy ending so far

9. Any Special talents?

Used to be able to swallow objects bc I learned sword swallowing on tv lmao I don’t think I have any actual talents for things

10. Where were you born?

Reno 😎 Don’t let the marketing fool u the whip guy lives on!!!!

11. Free space (there was no 11 on the prompt I received)

I am not the best artist even tho I went to art school imo but I do love to paint mini canvas oil paintings of clouds I have them hidden in my room they are okay, alright even. I maybe should’ve gone to the copywriter focus of my ad major Lmao

12. Do you have any pets?

I have my little Iggy boy. My cat biscuit died last year of heart problems no one knew about bc she was barely 5. Odie i had since I was 10 and he died at 18. So yeah doing the strategy of feeding Iggy Mexican food bc odie lived so long on that lmao (not really don’t worry) I just let him eat small tiny bites of my food hehehe

13. How tall are you?

5’4 😔

14. Favorite subject in school?

I wasn’t really a fan of school but I did enjoy my film and acting classes. Had one cool creative writing class senior year. I use this knowledge to nod knowingly to video essays. In college I took a mycology class that was cool bc we brewed beer and baked bread. I also enjoyed my media studies classes and my professor was a porn historian who’s main focus was home video evolution and even more narrowly Betamax. Basically most inventions truly are made for porn and that sets the tone. lmaoo

15. Dream Job?

Me and Evan discussed retiring to be a park ranger and honestly that’s it. Would love to camp all day and just sit in a booth or lead nature walks. Like yeah lots of young people up on the trails doing the hard stuff but I have a friend who was a ranger in Big Bend and loved it and before getting her job in the White House was gonna hop around the parks a bit and that’s living the dream man

#about me

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thestobingirlie · 1 year

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Okay but also about Nancy being seen as motherly to max it’s so weird to me considering that all Nancy does is ask max if she’s okay after a traumatic experience. Like Nancy did the absolute bare minimum and robin isn’t even close to max at all. She’s way more close with Dustin and erica and people just like totally ignore that. Idk it just seems like they do the bare minimum and they get established as “Max’s mom” which again they are maybe 18 and being treated as parents. And max has a mom that is interesting to see about their dynamic as a whole but people just ignore that. But it’s even more weird cuz max would not see them as her “moms” at all like at most she may look up to them but she definetly does not see them as her mother figures. Also like we already established - she didn’t even give them a letter! That’s sooo important to max and the story that she only gave a letter/write a letter to Steve! He was the only teen that max felt close enough to write a letter to. Like idk it’s just so odd to me how people assign robin and Nancy as Max’s moms when they’ve barely interacted outside of group settings. Like max and Nancy were more around each other in season 3 however they were barely even together in a situation that wasn’t anything to do with not saving the world. Meanwhile yes it is slight but max went to see Steve with el at scoops ahoy and it’s clear that the younger teens have gone out of their way to playfully annoy Steve at the beginning of season 3 when none of them are in danger. Idk it just drives me a little bit crazy honestly because max doesn’t really even open up to Nancy and robin at all and she isn’t around them much. But also I could just hate the whole “mom” thing that people have started to do. Anyway those are my thoughts and I’m glad that other people are annoyed that robin and Nancy are now seen as “Max’s moms”

max and nancy literally had like one scene where they spoke to each other one on one, and people immediately dove for it. “nancy is max’s mom!” like… this fandom is just so fucking weird and obsessive when it comes to labelling teenagers as younger teenagers parents.

and with robin, i literally was gonna say that! like if anyone is robin’s ‘kids’ it’s dustin and erica! (but people love to erase erica for some reason…)

i think in a lot of fiction parents just aren’t there much, so you don’t have to think about them, and a lot of people attempt to recreate that dynamic in stranger things, but it just ends up looking kinda silly because there’s like ten kids that now don’t have parents even though they have parents. all because people can’t be arsed to think about adults lmao

and yeah! max gave steve a letter! literally the only person outside of her direct family and friend group. the only older teen she wanted to have something to remember her by when she died, and had something to say to. and people just like to write over it. i think sometimes people underplay the importance of those letters. it’s everything max wants to say to these people before she dies in. and steve gets one! not nancy, not robin. steve.

and i didn’t even think about that! like, yeah max often gets paired with steve when the upside down comes back, but she and the kids do also just hang out and bug steve, like you would an older brother.

but yeah. the weird parental thing this fandom is so insanely obsessed with is weird, and they should try and let it go a bit lol.

#max mayfield #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #asks #lovefrom-theother-side

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pluckyredhead · 2 years

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No one asked for this, but I felt like writing up how I generally work out DC character ages and the sort of mini-generations I group them into. Canon is super contradictory on this, so this is a combination of cherrypicking what works for my purposes, ignoring what doesn’t, and Vibes.

(Which is to say, please don’t Um Actually this, even though I know people will. It’s just how I think of the characters. You can make Dick a hundred and three in your head if you want, I can’t stop you.)

I’m focusing on “the kids” (roughly Dick’s cohort on down) because quite frankly it’s a lot harder to pin down anyone older. Also let’s be honest, Bruce has got to be pushing 50 by now and DC will never allow that.

32: Babs. I’m pretty sure she’s supposed to be younger than Dick these days, but for decades she was older than him - like, definitely a grownup with a job when he was still in high school - and I stand by that. Honestly by that logic she should probably be even older, but...vibes.

28: Dick, Roy, Donna, Wally, Garth. I have arrived at this number thusly: Dick was stated to be 20 right around the time Jason died at 15, making him 5 years older than Jason. Jason returned to Gotham at 19 (we’re ignoring the 6 months he was dead because I don’t know how to count that), right before Damian debuted at 10. This makes Jason 9 years older than Damian and Dick 14 years older than Damian. Damian is currently canonically 14, thus Dick is 28. YES this is ignoring that the age difference between Dick and Jason was bigger when Jason debuted at 12, YES this is ignoring that Dick had been in college for like a decade by the time Wally started looking at schools so they might not be the same age, YES this is ignoring the time Garth spent aging in another dimension. I do what I want, Thor.

27: Vic, Kori, Raven, Joey. There’s no real indication that they are younger than the OG Titans just because they show up later, but...vibes.

25: Gar, Kyle, the Infinity Inc kids (Jen, Todd, Al, etc.). Gar is canonically 2-3 years younger than the rest of the team during NTT, and Kyle is canonically an unspecified few years younger than Donna but still old enough to have gone to college. (We’re ignoring the issue with his 10 year high school reunion.)

I put the Infinitors here because Jen and Kyle dated for a long time, which doesn’t mean they’re the exact same age - I am not troubled by age gaps - but I had to put them somewhere, and at least when they were still on Earth 2 they were younger than Dick. They’re tricky because most of their parents have been around since WWII, but...we’re just gonna ignore that because I don’t know how to fix it. (Even Al’s Golden Age grandfather is pushing things quite a bit.) Like yeah, you could make the case that they’re all actually in their 70s, but I can’t imagine they’re much older than 25 because of the whole Al/Courtney plotline. This one is entirely vibes, just go with it.

23: Jason, Connor, Koryak. Jason’s math is above. Connor was 19 when Tim was 16 which is the same age difference as Jason and Tim, meaning Connor is Jason’s age. Koryak too, mostly because I feel like it.

21: Tommy. Tommy is old enough to drink beer without any adults protesting, but young enough to be lumped in with the kids who are canonically in high school. So.

19: Grant, Toni. Grant is old enough to be out of high school, but young enough to have been roughly a peer to Tim and Bart (he was canonically 16 when Bart was canonically 14), so I generally place him here. Toni was the other “kid” on the 1999 Titans team so let’s make her the same age as Grant, why not.

18???: Ohhh, Tim. Timothy Jackson Drake, what am I going to do with you? By the math I laid out before, he should actually be 20 if he aged at the same rate as Jason and Damian. He has in fact nudged up against the edge of graduating high school multiple times in canon, only to get bumped back down to Generically Sixteenish. So where do we put him? Do we age him in accordance with everyone else, or do we treat him as Nonspecifically Teen-Shaped the way canon does? I have decided to unhappily split the difference here and make him 18, but I reserve the right to ignore that in specific fics. (Let! Tim! Go! To! College!) Anyway needless to say this thus also applies to Kon, Bart, Cassie, Cissie, Mia, Courtney, Lorena, and like a dozen others. (I mean, Kon is like 4 and Bart is like -996, but...physically.)

17: Jon. Canon as of the most recent issue of his solo book.

16: Wallace, Emiko, Jackson, most of the rest of their Titans lineup. See, this is the mini-generation that should get to be Generically Sixteenish right now! Stop being so selfish, Tim!

14: Damian. Canon as of his current solo series.

8: Lian was introduced right before Jason’s death (she wasn’t born then, but figuring out how old she is at her debut is a nightmare of Men Don’t Understand Childbirth Recovery Periods Or How To Draw Babies, so we’re ignoring that), when Roy was 20, and he’s 28 now. Of course, Lian was aged up by Infinite Frontier, but we’re also ignoring that, except for fics where I want her to be on Damian’s Titans team. Same goes roughly for the West twins, who canonically are all over the place age-wise so I can do whatever I want.

???: Rose. She was in Tim’s peer group from her debut until the New 52 and now she seems to ricochet between Jason and Damian’s ages at will, so...who the hell knows? If I had to pick, I’d put her closer to Jason so that she can be on his imaginary Titans lineup that never was, but...shrug??? ROSE YOU ARE A WOMAN OF MYSTERY.

#comics #meta #oh god i'm gonna get so many um actuallys

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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Honestly the funniest part in all of this is watching both fandom and Jackles understand the death of WB-CW is, in fact, a GOOD thing. Some months back he mentioned "hoping he can still make the type of content he wants to make" (queer, etc). That's mostly because the misinformation factory punched out a bunch of slanted chicken little panic and like, that's all Jensen had to go by at the time too.

So now it's all settled that all they want is 18-49 live and digital, as is normal for TV in primetime to be profitable, as they say their primary target is.

There's a difference here. Virtue signaling Woke businesses are, internally, filthy as shit. They're fake as shit. It's how you get characters that are INTENDED to sound woke by bringing up keywords like toxic masculinity, and THINK they're representing the audience, but it often has an undercurrent where we're still gay, rash, kind of intolerable in context, et cetera. This Rowan Ellis video covers it pretty well.

It's a bunch of disconnected assholes--or sometimes even decent writers--being told from higher tiers to make it Woker For The Teens. Something they can slap an LGBTQ label on, and wave that at that demo, to segregate and Other them from the rest of the audience, with their non-gay shows. If it ain't labeled and marketed exploitatively, WB and CBS wanted nothing to do with it as giant studios.

Thing is, as long as it his 18-49, Nexstar don't care. And despite the homophobic dogwhistles applied by 2po and the other spnscripthunt admins, in 2022, it's actually like, not that outlandish to have gay stuff on TV anymore. Even a few years back it was. But the same people that pearl clutched over Carlos smoking weed are the EXACT "think of the children" puritanical teenage mindsets CW was ~worried about ~offending the parents of and ~losing. So only Socially Approved Gays get to be there. Somewhere. But the checkbox is hit.

Same as them waving around A Black Batwoman. Cool, you got a show with a whole black lead. What about the all black atlanta cast you cancelled on twitter before telling them, what about the dozens of black sitcoms mostly from Atlanta that the installation of CW to begin with murdered that used to own this airspace as a DEFAULT? But yeah, keep selling me how special you are for letting a black person on TV, pat yourself on the back harder, WB.

This has always been the issue with CW. Content bulk generated for minimum offensibility to teens and parents, including in consideration of the international market, like when Russia temporarily pulled the show for being too gay, and WB couldn't let that happen again, because that's their most valuable international market in the old show.

And now? Now WB doesn't care. Zaslav cut the red tape and gave execs prods creative freedom unless their numbers suffer. And Roth gave him advice on SPN's potential anyway. Now? Nexstar doesn't care, it just wants you to perform like an adult show. An adult show where people might even smoke weed, and sometimes people are gay, Janet, and it's only a big deal if you make it a big deal.

CW is growing up, and the misinformation trolls in all lanes just can't face the reality of what that means, and keep trying to make it mean anything else. Jensen now knows he can make EXACTLY the kind of content he wants to make, and that's about to explode on the back half of Winchesters season with returns of the old and, frankly, the finale.

It means this special snowflake padded universe of relativity and all feelings and opinions, all interpretations being equal, that dies. It means your precious puritanical pearl clutching of offense doesn't matter, act your FUCKING age, and if you ARE that young, learn how to talk to adults, and how to engage media with adults.

It means this precious slanted bubble of badly marketed propaganda is ending, of bad marketing pushes, of market segregation, it's all dying, because they don't care, they're not here trying to exploit us. They're making their own black talent hunts themselves without giving themselves trumpets for it, they're letting creatives do gay things on shows and keeping their fingers out until the 18-49 fails, the way TV works when it ISNT about bulk trash content. Pedowitz's CW was proxy the netflix deal and bulk licensing tactics, something now dead, and another reason the boycott worked.

It just means creatives are allowed to Just Be, and that creatives with visions and ingenuity to know how to make great shows on slimmer budgets shine. If you ain't tried to shoot a high concept scifi concept trailer on 40K before, you don't understand what I'm talking about.

It's not hard. Nexstar gives shows money to make shows, Nexstar expects to see that money, and extra money, back for the investment. Nexstar gets no benefit from WB/CBS bulk licensing and aftermarket games, so the shows need to work NOW, LIVE AND IN THE PROPRIETARY APP, in the MONEY MAKING BRACKET OF PRIMETIME. Which is, of course, 18-49.

All it really means is, the muzzle stays off as long as the show is good. lmfao. all that chicken little bs for nothing. I'm curious, what did people PICTURE the resolution of the boycott looking like? Like, did they picture a comet coming down to take out CW like the dinosaurs?

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 1 year

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I've seen a few people talking about how Barry and Wally's parent/child relationship now that they're both adults is unhealthily codependent and that Barry's the cause of Wally's daddy issues and need for therapy, and Wally being better than him now gave Barry an inferiority complex and suicidal tendencies. Can we get some panels showing this side of their relationship?

No? Because the panels don't exist.

There isn't anything 'unhealthily codependent' about their relationship? Codependency is when people in a relationship are so dependent that they struggle to make decisions without input, don't consider their own wants or needs, and try to control the other person's life. Codependency usually involves living together/near constant contact and communication.

And none of that is even remotely applicable to Barry and Wally. At any point in their lives.

Let's be real here, Barry gave Wally more freedom as a child than literally any other mentor. Barry's whole mentor philosophy was letting Wally forge his own path and giving advice when Wally asked for it. Wally did his own nightly patrol. Wally did his own missions. Wally fought his own battles.

And when he asked for help? Barry was there in a heartbeat.

What that does is foster independent thinking and self-sufficiency. Wally was allowed to become his own hero in a controlled environment. If things ever got really bad then Barry would be there, but for the most part Barry was just moral support.

And Barry died when Wally was 19. Wally did the majority of his Flash career without Barry. Honestly, if Barry hadn't given Wally the tools and opportunities to build such a strong foundation as a kid, then I don't think Wally would have survived long as the Flash. It's a testament to Barry's mentorship that a 19 year old kid could step into the shoes of an experienced hero and uphold that legacy without stumbling.

And even in current comics, with Barry and Wally both back and interacting, there isn't any codependency. Like. At all. They both have their own separate lives. Being family and doing family bonding activities and meeting up on the job isn't codependency, that's kinda just how healthy relationships work? You spend time together.

Also not really sure why it'd be fine when Wally was a kid but weird now that he's an adult? People don't just cut contact with their parents and older relatives when they hit 18. That's... not a thing. "Sorry, mom and dad. I love you but I'm an adult now so I can never see you again or it'd be weird. Goodbye forever."

As for Wally's daddy issues, why the fuck would anyone but Rudy be to blame for that? The man abused his son, tried to murder his mother, tried to sell him to a cult, hired assassins to beat and kidnap him, started a child labor camp with landmines, ect, ect. Barry actually being a father figure in his life helped fix the issues that Rudy created.

Also also. Barry is nothing but thrilled about what Wally has accomplished in life. Because he's a proud father.

There was a brief period of time where Eobard Thawne brainwashed Barry and Wally to make them fight all the time. People sometimes point to that and say that their relationship has issues. But they were actively brainwashed?? And not in their right state of mind because Thawne wanted them at each other's throats. And they immediately apologized to each other when they broke free. So. Not really a great argument tbh.

But yeah, TLDR: Wally does need therapy but not because of Barry and Barry does have suicidal tendencies but not because of Wally. Their relationship is only 'unhealthily codependent' if you don't know what those two words mean and made up new definitions for them. They are probably the most normal, healthy and successful mentor/mentee relationship in all of comics.

#i seriously don't even know what to do with this ask #bro they are the only goddamn characters in comics that actually talk about their feelings in a healthy and communicative way #and they just kinda do their own thing 90% of the time?? completely unrelated from each other??#and they have scheduled bonding time because they love each other and you make time for the people you love????#i don't understand this ask at all #is this satire? it has to be satire right? is this a late April fools joke???#dc #dc comics #the flash #kid flash #wally west #barry allen

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meeko-mar · 2 years

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BNHA SPOILERS!!

HONESTLY, yeah. I don't get agree with Katsuki staying dead either. First, it just plays into the trope of "character finally opens up, get development and whatnot and then dies" and that's like the worst trope ever.

Second, I feel like a lot of people say that he should stay dead because they don't like Katsuki, not even thinking how horrific a CHILD in a WAR dying truly is.

How is that "closing his arc"?!

I really, REALLY can't understand how watching Katsuki do all the work, hit his highs and lows throughout the story, for 8 YEARS of this manga, makes it feel "REWARDING" to see him die in the final hours.

Like, I have been digesting this for weeks now and I still don't get it, how is that a good ending for him? How is that satisfying? We, or the majority of us, have been rooting for him this whole time. We knew he'd figure it out. Because this is ANIME, of course he will.

He's already demonstrated his will to sacrifice his life, both for Izuku directly, and for others. We KNOW he gets it now, but is it really necessary for him to ultimately HAVE TO pay that price? Is that required?

ESPECIALLY.

When you pair it with the OTHER theme at work here, which is the Adults doing their diligence and protecting the younger generation! The fact is, Katsuki is around three Pro Heroes who are NOT WILLING to let him be a sacrifice to this war. They are the ones now making the sacrifice so that Katsuki can make it through this war, even if it does cost one of them their lives.

You're right, Katsuki is still a CHILD in a WAR and has once again become a casualty due to his heroism (AND the fact that SigarAFO personally and explicitly targeted him, so it's not even entirely his fault)

People rag on Pro and adult characters so much in MHA for neglecting to protect their children, students, protoges, and here is Horikoshi laying out some of these characters TAKING RESPONSIBILITY for one of those children. Here are the CONSEQUENCES.

He's acknowledged that oversight in the characters and is making it relevant. He has AFO reflecting on how unfortunate it is that so many Pro adults have abandoned the cause and made the minor students to pick up the slack and pay the price for it. We have Jeanist, Miruko, and Edgeshot risking everything to save Bakugou so they don't have to lose a child, a promising student, on the battlefield before he's even 18. We have the American guy, Agbar(?) saying that they OWE IT to the younger generations to FIGHT AFO instead of joining him so that they can have hope for the future. We have Tenko seeing the pros trying, desperately, to revive someone who he just killed, and wonders, WHY DID NO ONE TRY THIS HARD TO SAVE ME, when I was still ALIVE??

Horikoshi is making all this MATTER. And Katsuki's death was one of the vehicles to express this theme, that the adults have to take responsibility and protect their charges instead of simply making them clean up their mess.

Honestly, what an interesting theme, considering that's BASICALLY reflecting current times in real life, with older Gens NOT taking responsibility for their effects on the world and doing right by the younger ones... 👀☕

#Bakugou katsuki #bnha spoilers #bnha 365 #bnha manga spoilers #spoiler warning #in defense of bakugou #honestly make that 4 pro heroes who don't want him to die because Aizawa #but like he can't get to Baku rn :(#thats the tea #Did I just allegorize MHA to climate change and social unrest? MAYBE I DID

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antlerqueer · 1 year

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I could talk Yellowjackets FOREVER (but if it's too much you can ask me to stop and I will) There are so many theories (like who is Pit Girl? What is the fate of Shauna's baby? What happened to Javi? Who is the Antler Queen? So many questions and theories) And yes I too suffered through PLL so I know your pain. Also I hope that it stays in the "human" world and it doesn't go "supernatural" (the seance scene for example the character is a schizophrenic or so I read and that could explain a lot)

We waited seven years for an absolute sham. Marlene King owes us dues.

Yellowjackets longposting under the cut!

cw for discussions of mental health re: Lottie, just the first paragraph

One thing I'll disagree on is Lottie, I think she's psychic or at least has some sort of premonition and that's been demonized by her father. In many cultures, there are people like her that aren't considered supernatural. I mentioned this in a server I'm in but it's really possible that Lottie's (white, rich) father simply wouldn't believe in anything he couldn't personally explain, where her mother was saying that Lottie could be having psychic visions. Obviously her father is rich and powerful so anything he wants she gets, which very well could include a high dosage anti-psychotic for a daughter who doesn't meet the criteria for schizophrenia. According to my (admittedly bare) research, most women are diagnosed as adults in their later twenties, cases are very rare for 12-18, and in general it's incredibly rare for kids under 12 to be diagnosed - and Lottie looked like 9 or 10 in the car scene imo.

I think, by now, I'm sold on Lottie being the antler queen, I don't think it'll be a rotating title like -A was.

I really fell for the Adam is Javi hints hook line and sinker. Once I read that the writers weren't sure if Adam was gonna be Javi I felt better about seeing it, but whew I was kinda like... WOW he's just some guy, isn't he? But I can't wait for his torso to be discovered and then confirmed to be Adam's torso because of the tattoo. That'll be fun, and I can see it happening specifically because Misty said the torso is not identifiable but he has a back tattoo.

As for Pit Girl, I truly don't have any solid theories! My only vague thought is it could be Mari, but honestly that's just because she's the only one we've seen with straight, dark hair that hasn't been confirmed alive. There are people who think it's Callie and it was a modern day hunt, which is wild to me just because like... c'mon Callie deserves life, or they think it's Shauna's baby grown up.

Speaking of Shauna's baby, she's going to have the baby, but... yeah. I don't know what's going to happen, but I do think the cult is gonna love that baby. The way I've described Lottie's power ascent was Laura Lee dying was the catalyst and Doomcoming was her coronation; her visions were confirmed before but not everyone knew about them (the red water, the sick deer, Laura Lee's death), but at Doomcoming she said "we will eat soon" and then the bear came the next morning, and someone even pointed that out. Van also said she's predicted multiple things at school, like prom queen. So then will the baby become a fixation as the rebirth of Jackie and Laura Lee? I don't know much about Jesus, tbh, but I know rebirth is a thing Christians talk about. The second-coming. Will the baby be considered the second-coming? Will Shauna only be protected because of her pregnancy, and will her giving birth put her in danger with the cult? I have more questions than answers, truly, because there are no hints (that I've uncovered!) about the baby's fate.

Unfortunately I think Javi dies. I think one of the reasons Travis was so anti-cult is because they want to eat Javi's corpse and he won't let them, maybe? Or maybe the cult hunts Javi and killing Travis completes their ritual! Most of my theories are basically out of thin air when it comes to Javi, but there is one thing I think I know for sure: if Javi were alive, he'd have been Adam. (I don't know that for sure.) His death, if it occurs this season, will definitely be a huge thing that divides Travis and Natalie further apart from the cult.

#yellowjackets #long post

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