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#but it always ends up fucking them over cause revenge is what gave them all these problems in the first place
missmielyhoran · 1 year
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Better Than Revenge
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after your boyfriend cheats on you with your best friend, you want revenge, and luckily, he has a very hot brother...
[Warning- Smut, Revenge sex, name calling, cheating (both Harry and reader gets cheated on), unrotected sex (pulling out doesn't make babies or std go away), Just me being a petty bitch tbh]
A/N- She's a short one
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Two people you trusted your whole life with.
Two people who knew your ups and downs.
Two people who knew your darkest secrets.
Two people who decided to forget all the years together and stabbed you in the back.
And they deserved everything that was coming for them.
You knew your "best friend's" parents were super stricts, relationships and boys were out of the door for them so fucking your best friend's boyfriend? You knew she be in deep shit.
So you sent them screenshots of their chats along with a picture of her riding him.
Did it make you sad to do that to someone you were ready to take a bullet for? yes
Did it also feel great to get back at her? fuck yeah.
Now for your tool of ex-boyfriend you knew exactly what to do.
You see, William was jealous of his brother, not only cause he was the better looking of two but also cause he did so without any effort and unlike him he was kind.
You also might or might not have had a little crush on him in the start.
You walked quitely into your ex-boyfriend's house, making sure he didn't see you and then tip toed to his brother, Harry's room. Quickly, you got inside and locked the door behind you, hearing for any noises.
"Y/N?" He called out. You turned to see him, cozy in grey sweatpants and an oversized sweater sitting on his desk with books opened, headphones on probably doing his homework, "Are you okay? Did Will do something?" He asked.
"Do you know where your girlfriend is?" You asked him. He tilted his head to the side, confused and shook his head. You sighed, understanding that he didn't even know what had been going on for the past four months and then felt bad for what you were about to tell him.
"Your girlfriend and my best friend is fucking your brother" You said rolling your eyes. You walked beside him near the deak and showed him your phone, the pics sent by your friend, and the texts.
Harry watched everything in horror, feeling sadness overtake him. It wasn't like he was in love with her or that they were serious or something, but getting cheated on sucked especially when it's your own brother.
That was the part that hurt him the most. His own blood did this to him.
After the sadness came anger and he saw red. He gave you your phone back and started walking towards his bedroom door, ready to beat Will's ass.
But you stopped him.
You knew Will only did this to get a reaction out from Harry. It felt like he always had to do something to have an upper hand over his brother, whether it's was right or wrong,
and you had a better plan for revenge anyway.
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The car was now fogged up as Harry removed his lips from yours, travelling south to your jaw.
"Fuck" You whimpered out at the feeling and started to grind your hips over base of his cock sitting on his lower belly.
You questioned yourself right then. Why were you with the other brother anyway? William was attractive don't get her wrong, but Harry? He looked like he belonged in an art gallery.
Especially naked.
"God, you're so pretty. Why the fuck were you with that piece of shit?" He asked bucking his hips upward sending shock waves through your body as it rubbed over your throbbing clit.
"Don't know" You moaned grinding your hips faster, "You have bigger cock anyway" Your head fell on his shoulder, the tingling on the end of your spine threatened to unravel.
"Yeah," He said, chuckling. His right hand went to your wist while his left came up to your neck, seizing all your movement. He pulled your head back, forcing your eyes open.
"Want me to fuck you dumb baby?" He asked rhetorically, "So good you will not even remember his name" He said pushing you back a bit, with his right hand he lined up his dick to your weeping pussy.
He looked up, and you gave him a nod. That's all needed cause, next thing you know he's slamming into you.
You let out a broken, loud moan, not even bothering to concel your noises. The thrill of revenge fucking in your ex boyfriend's favourite car knowing he was about to walk towards you two any minute with your "best friend" drove you crazy.
His left hand stayed on your neck while his right slide down your body again and rested on your clit. He didn't even apply pressure, just a feather of touch, making you want more yet still feeling too much.
Harry didn't know if it was the anger or that you looked like an absolute sin riding his cock that made him want to just stay there forever, in your warm tight cunt.
How could that fucking idiot cheat on someone like you?
But he had a feeling Will only dated you cause he knew Harry once had a crush on you, and he would get one more opportunity to tell everyone he's with the girl his brother had a crush on.
Or how much of a loser Harry is.
Well, who was the loser now, though?
"God, look at you, baby. Haven't got a good dicking in a while have you?" He mocked, "You're almost gagging for it" He shook his head taunting, and smirked when your clenched around him as an approval.
"Fuck no" You panted out, "Had to get myself off myself after sex. Fuckwit didn't even know where clit was" You laughed along with Harry.
"Poor baby" He pouted and slid down a little in the seat planting both legs on the car floor and then fucking up into you with an unforgiving pace.
He was feeling his orgasm close and seeing the time on his phone sitting beside him he knew Will was about to walk towards the car to go out with his friends and he wanted you coming right in front of him.
"You gonna come, baby?" He asked applying a bit pressure on your clit, his hand move from your neck to your behind groaping your ass.
"God she could never feel like this, your pussy feels so good like it was made for me. My personal little fleshlight" He said sucking hickeys on your neck. He wanted everyone to see what he did to you, wanted everyone to know he made you limp walk next day in college.
He also knew he would be back begging you to fuck him again.
You looked out of the window and saw the main door open. Will and Mia walked towards the car, giggling, unaware of what was going on inside.
Harry felt his phone chime beside him and saw a 'miss you' text from his girlfriend ex-girlfriend.
He decided not to reply and rubbed your clit faster making your moans along with his louder.
"Have all mind to just come inside you, babe. Have you knocked up and let everyone know you're mine and not that dickhead's" He said with his pace now faltering, his own orgasm approaching.
"Yes, please," you whined out and leaned down to kiss him. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, and you came all around his cock with a loud moan.
Harry not far behind pulled out of you and came all over your pussy and lower tummy, your lips not leaving his once.
"What the fuck?!" A feminine scream came from beside him and you smirked against his lips feeling the satisfaction seep into you. You bit down on Harry's lips, making him whimper for change.
You pulled away to see the two people looking at you with wide eyes. William's angry eyes on his brother while Mia's flicked between you two.
"What is all this? You whore, I didn't gave you attention for few days and you fucked my brother!" William screamed reaching out his hand to probably yank you away from Harry but before he could Harry stopped his hand and twisted it as far as he could making him cry out in pain.
"Fucking touch her and see what happens" he growled and you sweared your pussy skipped a beat.
"You're my best friend. How could you do this?" Mia started crying, and you rolled your eyes at her audacity.
"You have been fucking mine for four months. You have no place to talk about girl code" you said, looking her straight in eyes and seeing them widened in horror and realization.
"I- That-" She started stumbling over her words but just cut her off, "Save it"
"So this is what? a revenge? Fucking my brother!" William screamed. You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked, putting your head down on Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your lower waist.
"You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes"
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tomorrcwz · 2 months
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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒, 𝐀𝐀𝟐𝟑 + 𝐆𝐑𝟔𝟑
part two
revenge always tastes better when celebrated with your right hand and his lover
warnings: mafia topics such as planned murder, coarse language, cheating on reader, unnamed fiance because I couldn't think of a fitting name, sex mentioned, sexual acts (fingering)
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a whimper climbed up your throat, treating to surface into the cold air of the storage hall lined with supercars, pricey motorcycles and vintage cars, and bitter tears welled in your half closed eyes but you did remember your promise to your little self years ago that no man was granted to see them spill over, not even the man who had claimed to love you for a lifetime. alas his understanding of love was different to yours, sickly twisted — if he held the love he repeatedly said to have, why did he cozy up to a woman who wasn't you?
he knew you were a busy woman and he enjoyed the perks of your success even though he didn't exactly know what you worked as nor how much you made in a year; since the beginning of your relationship you both shared an unsaid understanding that he hadn't to task and he was absolutely fine with it. the beautiful man was more or less an armcandy, or as your right hand alex used to say your sugar babe; eventually your partner proposed which wasn't as romantic as you had hoped for but it was your fault, you could've shared that side of yourself to him.
you had been in a negotiation with leclerc, head of the monegasque mafia, aswell as verstappen and hamilton, respective heads of the dutch and british mafia when clement, your man responsible to observe certain people and media outlets, signalled you with a touch to his watch that something was up. the french leaned against the wall next to armstrong, a guy of hamilton. the pair of them were kind of friends in that sense of joining each other on social gathering, they might have fucked too because the air between them screamed like sexual tension.
as the negotiation came to an end and the tension left the room, small talkes between various people raised — only hamilton stood up, stretched his hand to each of the heads still sitting at the large wooden table, claiming he was awaited home for dinner.
after walking him out yourself and returning to you other guests you noticed the closeness between charles and max. they had a lot of history, fighting when they were under training as young boys which then blossomed into a friendship, or more. you wouldn't ask, observe their actions whilst minding your business.
you didn't sit down, letting arthur, charles' younger brother take your seat because your mind was focused on clem's new information. slowly you made your way across the room to him, coming to an halt with a raised eyebrow at the kiwi standing next to him. he nodded at you and made space so you could exchange a private moment.
"what is it, novalak?", you mumbled, eyes roaming the room.
he wordlessly gave you his phone, one you had given him specifically to research. opened was a chat between himself and one of his team, plainly showing off a series of pictues where your fiance sat with a woman on his lap in a fancy club where you once partied together. no guilt showed on his face causing your cheeks to heat up.
"that bastard."
alex, ever present, meet your eyes. the thai clearly read your expression, the embarrassment and fury printed on your face — not that anyone else could observe that as you had only pinched your eyebrows together but he knew you for a decade. there wasn't an emotion and situation he couldn't read.
clem put his phone away without commenting on the situation; he knew his place and he also knew that only alex and george were allowed to joke with you.
the rest of the day you entertained your guest, presenting them traditional cuisine and showing the eager arthur your car park. in the morning all traces of guests were gone, leaving you with your problem at hand.
tuesday arrived, the date you and your partner had set last week went painfully long and you had only one thing on your mind: murder.
"want to come over at my place?", you sweetly asked, making doe eyes at him. his once stunning blue icy eyes looked awfully disgusting, the hair too long and the beard unkempt. you didn't know what you saw in him and why you thought he'd be the right man on your side.
a cooky smirk etched on his lips as he leaned forward. "sure whenever. want daddy to fuck you good?", he whispered, trying to look seductive but failing miserably.
you stood up, hand sloting in his sweaty one, lulling him to your cherry red ferrari charles had gifted you on your birthday, claiming that it was a missing piece in your collection which in fact was true and you had happily accepted the gift.
the drive was smooth, your passenger way to concentrated on his phone to notice the new route; if you were to throw away trash than it had to happen somewhere you wouldn't have to clean up much. ideal for your plans was your car park as the ground was easy to clean; you pitied the man a bit for the trust he held in a jug to notice that his secret wasn't one anymore.
he looked up, taking in the trees aligning the narrow bumby road. "Where are we going?"
keeping the eyes on the road, your left hand touched his thigh. "Oh babe, you see I purchased a new house and I thought we could christening it", you purred. you felt his cook grow under your fingertips and smiled; he made it so easy for you, you could watch a series after the finished job.
arriving at the gates, one of your men behind the counter of the small cabin that where to your right, let you easily drive through and you ran up the car to the storage hall, parking it in its designated spot.
as soon as the motor's smooth purrs stopped, your partner opened his door, leaving you alone as he walked up to a rolls royce silver shadow. he touched the car without a thought in the word, to absorbed in a fantasy to even notice two man walking in, one opening the door of the ferrari you sat in, giving a hand to pull you out of it while the other pulled out a gun, resting it against his side.
george waited for the man to move back in the aisle; no one wanted to clean the cars and the liar wasnt worthy to leave a nasty damage in one of your cars — dennis, young mechanic and passionate car lover, would surely have your head if there was only a hair on the hood of one of them. you wouldn't want to see the norwegian truly angry, he was more on the softer side, a reason why you took him in and kept him away from the dirty business.
"why don't we fuck in one of these cars, maybe the aston, before taking it to the bedroom, sugar?", your fiance asked, turning around to walk in the middle of the aisle where you wanted him to be, gaze fixed on another supercar.
the brunette brit raised his gun, pointing it to the other man's head, blue eyes flitting to you, waiting for his timing.
you sent him a smile, relaxing the shoulders. simultaneously alex stepped up to you, one hand resting comfortably against the small of your back, resulting in you grabbing his hand and placing it lower to lay against your rear.
his eyes widened at your bold gesture; back when you were teenagers you used to fuck around but then you were appointed head of the family and the sex stopped. he pinched your ass through the silky blush coloured dress you wore before gliding down to cup your pussy which was already wet, getting a silent moan out of you.
it wasn't a normal day; you were about to see george murder your scumbag of a partner in a fitted dress pants which graced you with the delicious sight of his well trained thighs and the dark half opened shirt clung to the muscles of his back. and then there was alex, dressed the same, hair fluffy and lips slightly swollen, indicating that george must have kissed him stupid prior. you also hadn't had sex for weeks and the self love only could do so much.
all things combined you were desperate and you were ready to move onto the next man or in this case men.
"sorry mate, we already fucked in the aston", alex spoke into the silence, frightening the man. the thai pushed a finger between your plush lips, gathering the wetness on the tip to tap it against your mouth, intensly watching as you sucked his finger. your head fell onto his shoulder, eyes interlocked with his; you hallowed your cheeks and ran your tongue up and down his finger, letting him decide the pace.
"You're such a pretty little slut, y/n", he groaned.
your fiancé let out an angry scream, ready to throw his fist but he didn't get a chance to take a step. george already pulled the trigger, shoting right in the forehead.
"what an idiot", the brunette muttered. you giggled at his words, pulling alex' hand away. someone else would clean up the mess in the morning.
"you both joining me in the bedroom tonight? wanna celebrate a new chapter. "
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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year
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Can I request for a general dating headcannons with Father, I Don't Want This Marriage???? thank chu!
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Father, I don't want this marriage! X Reader HCs
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Jubelian Floyen
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♢Dating Jubelian is a very cute experience, I’d say, she’s so caring and sweet, she also always shows affection and she’s pretty! So many plus signs.
♢You do have to go through a suspection made by her father, but it’s fine, cause once he accepts you, you’re his child too, so yayyy! One more baby for him to spoil.
♢Random kisses on your cheeks and lips, maybe on knuckles when you’re holding hands around the manor or when you’re walking around the garden.
♢She learnt to make flower crowns when she was young, so she makes tons of flowers crowns for you and even taught you how to make them and so many dates when you both sit in the garden and make flower crowns with each other.
♢She has you sneak in her room so many times, even after Regis had three guards outside on her balcony, you still somehow sneaked her out and they found you both cuddling in one of the extra rooms they have.
♢Most dates you both have include you and her learning self-defense from Regis, because he doesn’t want your relationship to end up like his and Amelia’s, so he trains you both along with Max and it always ends up with you both giving each-other pecks and giggling like little kids.
♢Regis was really doubtful of you at first, that he tried to set up a scene where Jubelian was kidnapped and you ended up breaking down in front of him, while holding a knife covered in blood of the guards who kidnapped her, while Jubelian who knows about her dad’s scheme is mad because how dare he make the love of her life cry! >:((((((
♢If you’re larger than her, she would love it if you carried her on your back or princess style, but if you’re smaller and weaker than her, she would love to carry you all over!
♢You’re also have a lot of respect from not only nobles, but also many servants and many other people because you’re dating a Floyen, so many gifts so they can suck up to you!
♢You both have many dates where you both have a picnic with some trusted guards, maids, butlers and her father right near a lake or a waterbody, and after you all are done eating you all throw stones in the waterbody!
♢If you say you like something to eat, she will learn how to make it herself to surprise you and she always makes them with high-quality ingredients!
♢She also remembers many things you even gave a hint of liking; she has a scrap-book with you, in which she writes, and draws things you both did that day or something you want to do in the future or after you both are married
♢She loves card games, so it’s a routine where you both play card-games before bed, until you both fall asleep in each-other’s warmth because the room is too cold…
♢You and Jubelian always wear matching clothes everywhere, parties, banquets, balls, going out, sleeping, on dates, dancing, walking around, etc….So all the maids know what to do, your accessories also match!
♢Now dating Jubel is like having your personal fashion designer, whom one second will make you many clothing which are gonna make a new trend in the empire and in the next will be making out with you on her bed.
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Maxmillion Ashet
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♚ You are spoiled as fuck! Maxmillion is a crown prince and being a crown prince means many gifts so nobles can suck up to you, so when he finds a gift he doesn't like, but he know you'll enjoy, he removes everything that says that it for him and gives it to you, saying he had a noble got it for you.
♚ Max is also very physical with you, hugging, kissing and touching you, though they're mostly subtle in public and in-front of people, in private, he won't stop at only kissing or hugging.
♚ He would have you train with him, because he doesn't want you to be hurt by assassins and people who want to hurt as to get revenge on him, Regis is always happy to train you for sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat and arrow-shooting.
♚ He learnt flower language for you and often coveys his feelings using flowers!!! He has brought many flowers and often you were confused, because you don't know why he chooses a certain scheme of colour and types of flowers, until one of your maids suggested him using flower language and upon inspection, it was indeed true!!!
♚ He probably sits you on his lap while he does something he is annoyed about like polishing his swords or doing some paper-work, cause it's comforting for him.
♚ He would take you horse-back riding every weekend for a date, if he's too busy, he'll improvise and get you your favourite foods as lunch while he does his work.
♚ He would buy you earrings, or any jewellery you like but he buys your earrings the most, because he for some reason, he loves earrings and they're always made with beautiful and special crystals.
♚ He built a statue in your honour, it is a statue of you, in a beautiful dress with a bunny in your hand, it's kept in the grand hall of the palace, it is decorated with multiple jewels and maybe it is a secret door to a private chamber.
♚ He gives you piggyback rides and loves to carry you if your feet are hurting or if you're feeling a little lazy, tsundere about it though....But it's okay, cause we love tsunderes in this households!
♚ He loves to feed into your hobbies, he doesn't care what it is; painting, sword-fighting, archery, crocheting, reading, swimming, gymnastics, even if it's deemed as unfeminine by society, who looks down upon women who do this, he's a feminist and he ain't gonna let you take shit from anybody!!!
♚ Also, though he is kind of a tsundere, he won't be afraid to show his love to you, in front of people or fanboy in fact, he don't care, he has his hands wrapped around yours or he's having his hand on your waist.
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Regis Floyen
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☽ The head of the duchy, he's such a sweetheart and so is his daughter, you three make the perfect family! You're so pretty, Regis with his amazing skills and Jubel with her kind nature!!!
☽ He loves to dance with you, late at night, if you aren't as tired that is, he is very careful about your health and often gives you his main priorities.
☽ Kind of needs your reassurance that he is doing the correct thing, if there is something you don't like, please say cause when you do things passive and aggressively, it makes him overthink things....
☽ He would teach you how to sword fight, even in heavy dresses and large heels because honestly in my opinion, he would find it to be super hot to see his wife fight someone in dresses, heels with make-up fully done, if he has a wife that is. If you're another, he would love to see you fight him, because hot husband and spouse vibes....
☽ Dating Regis is also dating Jubelian, because you have breakfast and lunch with her everyday, Regis joins you both for dinner, you dress up with Jubel, make flower-crowns, go on parent-daughter dates, put on make-up, go out to eat something or go shopping with her, you spend more time with Jubel then with Regis....
☽ I think Regis also has quite a talent in painting, if he does, he would love to paint you and Jubel dancing together or doing something together as parent and daughter, he would also love to do family portraits!!!
☽ Just like Jubel and her S/O, he is going to be wearing matching clothing with you, no matter what you do, when you're going to bed, you're doing work, you're at a banquet, meetings or what not, matching accessories and also his sword is matching a dagger he gave you!
☽ Also, he would love to see you rock anything, wearing dresses as a man or wearing a suit as lady! He'll find them hot anyway and he wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin and anyone who makes you feel otherwise is quite frankly a little, insecure bitch ass! So you go boo! Do what you want, wear what you want, he's there to handle all the scandals and rumors and he and Jubelian are scaring anyone who is staring at you weirdly!!!!
☽ He would love to kiss you randomly throughout the day and no-matter where or what you're doing, they is going to be a *smooch!* places on your cheeks, lips, neck, ears, hand, hair, forehead, nose, on top of head or wherever he wants to kiss
☽ He would take on dates whenever he can and it could be the most random time as long as you're completely 800% okay to do it, it can vary from 3:56 am at night to broad daylight of 2:45 pm in the afternoon....It don't matter!
☽ HE CANNOT STAND YOU BEING UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!! I've said it once and I'll say it again, he cannot stand you being uncomfortable, whether it be your dress, accessories, person, view, position or anything it is, he will do anything in his power to make sure you're safe and sound and comfortable!!!!
☽ My man loves to carry you around in his arms like a koala and maybe he takes you like that to the training grounds and there he sits you down somewhere comfortable while you watch him train shirtless :P.....
☽ C O F F E E A D D I C T S. You both are most likely coffee addicts and he not only has then types of coffee, oh no! He has over hundreds type of coffee stored in one of his warehouses....
☽ He would love for you to model your outfits for him, he love to see how hot, cute, beautiful/handsome/alluring you look in them, he obviously has matching outfit with you, but your outfits fit your aesthetic or style and his outfits match his style and so you have similar outfit, but of different styles!!!
☽ He loves to bath with you, after he has finished training with Maxmillion an the is all tired and sweaty and needy for all of your attention on him and him only!
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primojade · 1 year
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓.
“ your arms are the safest haven in this chaotic world we live in. ”
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | Different scenarios where he questions, and discovers what love truly was, at long last.
𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | gn!reader x wanderer and albedo (separate); fluff, hurt to reverse comfort; cursing; self-hatred for the boys 😭; scara threatens to end ei in his mind 💦 let me know if I missed anything!
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | this is a very self indulgent fic I thought of when watching the 3.3 live stream yesterday 😭 I just added albedo because i'm a simp, okay xD otherwise this is supposed to be scara-centric 👀
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The Wanderer always knew that his mother viewed him as a failed creation, knew that she never loved him the way she adored her sister. 
He even knew that the Raiden Shogun never loved him. 
His whole life, the puppet never saw true love, never knew what true love looked like, was afraid of the aspects and emotions that caused love. 
What he thought was love was so sick and twisted. What he thought was love was drowned in emotional abuse and abandonment. What he thought was love all ended up so wrong, so absolutely fucked up. How could he possibly let himself trust again?  
The thing meant to do good for the people, only caused more harm in the end. He put his trust in three people once, and nothing good came out of it. 
The Wanderer would—could—never trust again. 
(But he did trust again.)
Despite this, a closed off boy, a nearly broken puppet beyond repair, fell in love deeply. Simply craving the affection his mother never gave him. Craving physical touches and gentle words from the strange person he recently met.
No wonder the puppet feared what he never had, never dreamed of having. Feeling anything beyond pain and suffering and loss was foreign and unnatural. Allowing such feelings when hating his mother and everyone in the world by the second felt selfish and he hated himself, hated himself, absolutely despised himself over it.  
The Wanderer seemed to change by the days that passed, sometimes it felt more like merely an hour, or minutes that passed by. A boy in absolute terror who cried out for his mother in the past, wanting to hug her, to choke her by the neck, to hear her called him her son, wanted her dead, wanted her suffering in the same way he does.
He had suffered since his creation. A case of Nature vs Nurture; where nurture is superior, and the puppet is left completely alone. 
The wandering eccentric persona, his persona as Kunikuzushi, the cruel Balladeer of the Fatui, the persona he showed to the Tsaritsa and her Harbingers, the persona he showed to the Dendro Archon, the persona he showed the rest of the world…the persona he showed to you.
Among them, which one was the real him? 
Scientific theories stated that people have multiple facets, slightly different personalities that are all ours. Personalities that rebounded social cues curated by the situations and people we are around. Our need to fit in, our need for self fulfilling is what makes us have these multiplying and seemingly infinite forms. 
So, why did it feel so wrong?
On the days when missions and commissions cut a bit too close, he wasn’t afraid to die. Nahida would give him another long lecture about not being invincible, and somewhere along, you would reprimand him for being so careless with himself. He hated how much you and the Dendro Archon could see through his tough farce. 
"...Why do you even give a shit about me?"
"I give a shit about you not dying, idiot, about not having the godsdamn Fatui on our asses because you wanted to plot revenge."
"Shut up, [Name]."
Even the Wanderer knew it was a lie. You cared, Nahida cared. Even the Traveller and their annoying talking companion cared too in their own ways.
But could they really blame him? It's inevitable and hard to change, no matter how hard he tried. Worthless, incompetent beings like him were only doomed to suffer should they allow themselves to feel.
It's what he was, all he was, all he should ever be allowed to be. 
"...Wanderer, I love you."
"...A horrible decision. You could have so much better. Why put yourself in so much danger? You should be with someone safe and reliable. I am a cruel man, [Name], you know that. I could kill you if I—"
"...I know you spent your entire life listening to empty promises and hurtful words. I know it’s hard for you to believe me, but it doesn’t make me love you anything less, you know. And I certainly would never leave you for it. Wanderer, I want to be with you. And I’ll show you by staying by your side, by cheering on you, by taking care of you until the end of time.
"...Why I choose you? Because you’re clever, and extremely intelligent. You’re intuitive, you know when something’s wrong with me. When you told me the truth about yourself, I never felt afraid, it made me want to stay by you, stay with you, be with you more. You love so hard, Wanderer, that you don’t realise how much you care and how much you're hurting yourself in return. You pretend to hide it away because you’ve only been hurt time and time again. But I could see it. I see beyond that ruthless persona you painted yourself into was the real you. I see the Wanderer that Nahida sees as a son. I see the Wanderer that the Traveller puts their trust into no matter how many times he had tried to hurt them.
'"...I see the Wanderer that would put his life on the line for someone he loves, who holds me close to him while we sleep at night. The one that nuzzles his head into my neck before waking up to make the best breakfast I’ve ever had. The one who wants to sit and stargaze and take care of flowers and feel the wind, though begrudgingly.
"The one who wants a normal life, a happy and safe life. Who wants a family and warmth and love and protection. I know, I love you because I know. I love you because perhaps some higher power beyond made us destined to be together despite all the hurt and betrayal. But my free will, my own heart won’t let you slip away—even you yourself say otherwise. I love you so much."
"...I…" I love you so much, too. "...A truly horrible decision, really. You will regret sticking your nose with my business, idiot."
"...Call me whatever you like. But I know I will have no regrets being with you. So, come here. Don’t hold back those tears either, I’m here no matter what."
There was so much that the once broken puppet wished he could say, but he held back for the sake of preserving whatever dignity he had left. But he was completely floored once again by you. Left speechless, and teary eyed, crying inwardly into your shoulder as you whispered comforts and soothing affirmations. Holding him close, rubbing his back in a way that made the anxieties slip away.
This wasn’t the end. He was aware that the insecurities and anger and doubts would bubble up again soon. However, you would be there even then, providing the same stability and affection he needed, he wanted. Time will just keeps on going and turning, but surely the pain, little by little, like grains of sand in a hourglass, will fade away.
Whether this unexplainable feeling was happiness, content, love, or entirely something else…perhaps it should not matter anymore.
Because not all that wanders were lost—at least not anymore. And despite lacking a physical heart, the Wanderer felt it, at long last.
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Multiple theories stated that a person is either left brained or right brainedーeither drowned in the world of alchemical codes and mathematical and logical equations, or simply buried knee deep in the latest light novels and in their wildest imaginations. Those with a left brain are logical and cynical. Right brains being artistic and emotional. 
Then, why was it that despite the hours spent fretting over alchemical codes, studying numerical equations, drowning x, y and z; Albedo developed a knack for the arts? 
Sure enough, he was good at alchemy, so much that he could be called a genius of the century, they say. He was intellectually capable of impossible memorisation and observation. So, if learning were as easy as a-b-c…
Why was there the want, the need, to indulge himself in loving you? 
The engagement to have the creative liberty and freedom to live his life with you—that wasn’t what he was known for, was it, now? That was not what he was created for. 
Alchemy and calculations tossed to the side in order to succumb to a foreign feeling like a hopeless romantic, yet Albedo should not feel. He had no right to feel. Artificial humansーa homunculusーlike himself were not meant to feel. 
But, what if he fell in love? 
So, what if suddenly he wanted to draw romantic starry sketches about someone he pine for?
Someone that, despite his numerous attempts to gently push away, only pulled him closer? 
If he were to suddenly be inspired by contemporary romance, that was no one’s concern, but his own. 
Does it feel wrong, however.
Enjoying life created deep depths of bitterness and abandonment. All the sketches, his greatest achievements, and glaringly successful alchemy experiments in the world, felt absolutely meaningless when Albedo thought about his place—where he ought to stand in this world. 
Perhaps that in itself became the reason for his artistic endeavors—emotions bottled up for so long they had been forgotten. It was common, he supposed. Forgetting memories was a consequence of heartless indifference after all, whether they are artificial or natural beings.
Albedo was not quite certain what to feel. Was it anger? Disappointment? Maybe self-hatred for his own existence? Did he feel love? Or was it merely compensation for the years upon years of loneliness and abandonment? 
If Albedo developed feelings for you, the strange person who showed him romantic affection, was it really, truly, love? Was that what it really meant to feel this so-called…true love?
He wasn't certain, that one was for sure. The alchemist could solve an array of problems that would give the seven mysteries of Teyvat a run for its money, could pinpoint the exact ingredients for his never ending experiments, but love…
Love remained the greatest unsolved mystery for him. 
Was it fair to you? 
No.
Didn’t it make him feel like a hypocrite to proclaim his love to you when he didn’t even know what love truly was? 
Yes.
The psychological repercussions of overthinking and intelligence becomes, if it comes to this endevours, a daily nightmare for him indeed.
As much as Albedo tried to be loving, it scared him—terrified him that you would one day wake up and leave him. That this whole thing was a mere fickle dream or a heartless trick of his mind to ease his burdens, and then he’d be alone again, abandoned and lost. Left alone in his strange fascination for alchemy and mysteries, pretending like nothing really mattered, an indifferent alchemist. 
It's what he was, all he was, all he should ever be allowed to be.  
"—Hey. Hey! Albedo? Hehe, you finally looked at me! Could you tell me what’s on your mind?"
"...I really should not. It would merely burden you and—"
"...Nope. Don’t start with that, silly. How many times do I have to tell you that bottling up your emotions will do more harm than good? Plus, I’m always here willing to listen to you."
That’s what he loved about you. Always caring for him. Always firm and assertive when you knew you were in the right. You never backed down, especially if the enemies came from his foreign emotions. 
"...I...I'm terrified,"
"...on the inside?"
"Yes. I just—I was wondering…how do I know if I’m...truly in love with you?"
"Hmm. When I do this, what do you feel?"
"Um…well—heh—my heart starts beating faster."
"...Your cheeks are red, too."
"...And I want to kiss you, truly."
"Why is that?"
"I'm not certain. There’s this fascinating magnetic pull inside me that makes me want to hold you close to me, kiss you senseless, and never let you stray away. I want to tease you nearly to tears, then be the person you could rely on. There's this peculiar feeling that cannot wait to give you everything you ever wanted in the world. Its strange, truly strange, but even more strange enough, I felt...very content."
"Do I make you happy, then?"
"Very, very much. You have no idea."
"...Bedo, I think you just figured out what love is on your own."
My. So, he did love you.
He loved Klee, too. Albeit not the same way as you, but the way a big brother loves his little sister should have, the way family was supposed to be. He loved his Master as well in a maternal sense, and all of his friends and comrades. The want to keep them safe, the teasing, the inexplicable happiness he felt around them, it was all love, all along. 
Albedo would say he had you to thank for helping him realise. But he knew you well enough that you would say that maybe you did help, but for you, it was all himself. You just patiently hinted it out to him to figure out on his own.
Albedo loved you rather intensely, he discovered. And being with you is love in and of itself, at long last.
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mejomonster · 1 year
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Just watched till the end of the moon ep 9:
I'm so down bad for these 2
I cannot stress enough that skipping them to marriage so no stupid "innocence" or naivety stuff as is the usual situation is here
I cannot stress enough how much I LOVE that li susu seems adult, mature, seasoned in battle love etc, and just generally like a late 20s early 30s adult trying to save the world instead of a young adult Hero and how nice it is. Just for me, I'm happy for the variety
I LOVE tantai jin. He's a fucked up guy. He's the wet skinny pathetic man fangirls always say they want. He's genuinely a pretty cold bitch AND he gets to be lead (in a cdrama!). He is monstrous cause bitches have treated him monstrous so like susu said! He responded to a cruel world with cruelty back. It's not a lead I'm used to but I AM loving it. I also love how for him a kind gesture really is worth it's weight in gold like? For him. As awful as ye xiwu was in marriage pre susu, as much as susu literally said she wants to kill him more than anyone else in the world... she keeps saving him. Giving him food. Risking HER life for his. And for him those specific actions are worth more than anything anyone's ever given him. Maybe even more than what Lan gave him, since at least ye xiwu is upfront about wanting to imprison him and being mad at him so like she probably isn't going to "secretly" betray him since she's fairly honest (now). I love that he is JUST a fucked up guy with a fucked up destiny meant to be devil God, who the universe was probably intentionally shitty to cause its hoping (on like a cosmic scale) he will Suffer and Die and become devil God in revenge. I love that its not trying to make the bitch noble. He is who he is. For whatever that means, it's just a story about 2 people who'd never have met. But susu has changed the trajectory just by being herself around him and it's COMPELLING.
The transformative power of love (or simply being kind to another person) and all that. How the cursed jade said she's mostly just SO SURPRISED someone would help another person. I feel like that's probably the Theme of the show right there. Even susu is probably surprised by herself helping him. And in the jade transfer moment, I think she's surprised she genuinely does NOT think he only is comprised of bad traits. For all the cold bitch that he is, betraying her that he's done, cruel view he has of the world... actions speak louder than words to susu too. And for all the bad he's done... he has also done some good things. And she finds herself seeing him in shades of grey instead of a monster like she expected to.
I just love their bickering lets be real. Susu just SAYS shit on the top of her mind (to be fair tantai jin is a bitch and deserves to be bitched at). But she's like "from now on let's have NO CONNECTION" to 6 hours later being like "your life is in my hands and I say when you can die I'm imprisoning you forever ill see you nonstop bitch." And it's like... susu honey, that was LITERALLY tantai jins plan to do to you like 6 hours ago. Yall have the same plan. Just who's the prisoner is switched lmao. No wonder he's oddly attracted to you. You see him being a big manipulative bitch and like you're not stealthy, but you ARE like "WELL FINE ill say some SHIT and BREAK YOUR HEART then. Cry me a river! Oh you thought I was dead? You cried? GOOD. Now anyway fight is over as long as I'm winning!"
Their emotional fights are both ridiculously huge (like rumor of the Kingdoms wild) but also so shallow cause these bitches will be like "I DECIDE when you DIE" then you find them clutching each other in the woods BOTH unwilling to abandon the other and BOTH taking life threatening damage trying to protect the other and BOTH trying to then heal said damage of each others! Like. That's just so fucking funny??!! And fun. Xiao Lin is going to be like "what in the world??" But move on
Anyway speaking of Xiao Lin: I love how he genuinely seems to care for tantai jin! Probably only person in the world who does! I hope one day tantai jin finds out its genuine heartfelt care for him. Buy knowing tantai jins life... he's going to do some awful shit to Xiao lin that ruins his life or kills his wife or kills thousands of innocents in front of him, THEN Xiao lin will be breaking down crying how he never thought tantai jin would do this and he thought tantai jin was a good person who wanted to avoid seeing the ppl in harm and he always wished tantai jin could have a better life. And then tantai jin, probably newly learning compassion from enough bullshit attempts with susu, that his own heart will be breaking BECAUSE of the consequences of his own actions. So. Thrilled to cry later I guess
Speaking of susu and tantai jin. tantai jin LAYING ON HER SHOULDER THINKING ABOUT WHAT SHE BULLSHITTINGLY SAID LOVE WAS AND HOW HE THINKS SHE LOVES HIM AND HOW HE THINKS HE MIGHT LOVE HER AND CUDDLING
that is what watchers want!! (At least me!!) Men lying heads on their lovers shoulders and thinking dreamy about them
Bai Lu gives off such bisexual lead energy tho even without a woman to flirt with I'm sure thats part of the appeal for me. Bottom line is I like in my b/g romances on occasion (who am I kidding more of the time than not) to have a dominant kind of woman. And bai lu delivers. Her man leans on HER shoulder. Is carried around her shoulder with HER arms.
Speaking of, people who cast this were 1. Fulfilling so many wishes letting Luo yunxi just play PURE FUCKED UP and I love it. 2. By casting him as this suffering Weak physically nearly always dying willfully little skinny twink of a man, who's also God tier powerful especially with rage, who's costume entails constant bloody whump, collars, choking and ropes, like. There's a HELLA SPECIFIC NICHE Luo yunxis character resides inside this show and it sure is feeding That Demographic. I'm up for it. It's like if mo ran and chu wanning had a fucked up mashup
I'm fearing the jade maker witch was somehow susu in a past life and now I'm wondering if time travel is gonna be in this bitch
If there IS time travel? I really like the idea of tantai jin specifically time traveling the 2nd time around, once he and susu fell in love, once he knows what susu knew from the beginning. I think that could open a lot of new avenues that he is not currently able to go into given his current personality and knowledge
It's still funny as hell to me tantai jin is kind of angling for death cause he KNOWS he gets super-powered once he dies. But his wife keeps being like NO BITCH YOU GOTTA LIVE WELL. And I'm hoping eventually he's like: maybe she's right... maybe the revenge means more if I'm alive for it and not dissassociated. Maybe I SHOULD try to become a God tier monster without dying. Which would still lead to oh no devil tantai jin lol, but a version of it that is fully Himself which I would like
You know I'm liking a show when I'm contemplating binging beyond what's on youtube rn
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beabeemu · 9 months
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Rough patches; Revenge arc
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summary: After sae cheated on you, you left him and left him to wither to the depths of loneliness.
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Songfic!!! Song: what would you do? (by Tate McRae)
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Tw!!! A little suggestive by the end, (making out, mentions of bars, and dead people) malicious acts and stuff
this was kind of a rush idea lol, I got the idea from someone who read the first part (forgot their user T-T) Part 1
It’s like I don’t even know you
I’m getting really sick 
Sick of how sorry sounds
Coming right out of your mouth 
“Y/N, please lets talk about this” Desperately trying to hold on to something he had already lost, sae is begging for your forgiveness. 
“Fuck off sae, and go to your side piece” your words laced with venom and without an ounce of regret you pushed his hands away from you, and pushed him to the door. Sae has yet to forget that, he is in your apartment, not in the one that you two share ownership of, but the one that you told sae that you sold to another person. 
Don’t get too comfortable
Cause I might not be there 
Next time you turn around 
So what would you do? 
If I leave and don’t come back? 
I hope it breaks you in two 
If I gave back all the pain that you put me through 
What would you do?
Slamming the door closed in his face, sae was left to regret and sorrow for what he had just lost. 
Internally cursing himself, he left your apartment complex and back to his, the same one that used to be theirs. 
I’ve always been a nice girl
I’m pretty understanding 
But you mess up my head, boy 
And you’re taking me for granted 
Opening the door and seeing a delivery guy with flowers with a note that says “I’m sorry” was kind of routine for you now. 
Sae had been sending apology flowers to you for about 2 weeks now. But you didn’t keep them. What you did do was cut them up to pieces, put them in a box with a note that says ‘fuck you, stop buying me flowers, you cheater’ and deliver them to sae. 
But when you were too lazy to do that, you would just go to the local graveyard and give the dead some apology flowers because, well they were dead. 
Yeah I used to be a nice girl 
I bet you wish it lasted
I’m getting really sick
Sick of how sorry sounds
Coming right out of your mouth
Six months later, sae finally stopped with the apology flowers, he probably got tired of always receiving cut-up flowers. But he did start calling you occasionally, you didn’t answer a single phone call but he didn’t stop. Even when it was his birthday, you still ignored him. But you didn’t care about him anymore, turns out getting out of that shithole of relationship was one of the greatest decisions you ever made. And you had promised yourself that you will never get back together, like ever ;) 
When your birthday comes won’t answer ya’
Cause so what? 
So what? 
I’ll go out and kiss your friends 
Like oh my god get over it 
Yeah, go get drunk so you forget I'm gone
Coincidence or not, you wound up in the same bar where Oliver Aiku’s birthday was getting hosted, you had known him from the previous U-20 team that your shit ex has played with. 
And now here you were incredibly intoxicated, in the lap of the birthday boy, making out. You guys were at the top floor balcony where there were tables and couches and minimal people. Not caring whether you’ll be seen by people you know, you two just kept going. Then when you two pull apart so that he can get access to your neck, your eyes made contact with green ones that were filled with hurt, betrayal, and sorrow. You felt like laughing 
You were laughing, as Oliver continued feeling you up, “Something funny princess?” 
“Yeah, it feels so good” 
So this was revenge. 
It felt 
Exhilarating 
What would you do if I leave and don’t come back? 
I hope it breaks you in two 
If I gave back all the pain that you put me through 
What would you do?
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atlasscrumpit · 1 year
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I always see yandere moon boys punishing the reader but…. What happened if reader punishes them? Like they some how convinced Khonshu to their avatar instead of Marc’s and they finally get revenge from all the pain that they have suffered for years now laughing as they’re punishing them.Art anon
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Brand New Little Avatar
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They weren’t home, this was the perfect time.
You laid the gold and the bones in the middle of the circle you’d made with sand.
This was the only way you could talk to him without Marc or the others knowing.
You opened the book and looked down at the words you needed to recite, this was the only way.
You began reciting the words, perfectly because you’d practised it so many times, over and over.
Smoke began to fill the room as you kept going.
Eventually the god you wanted to see appeared in front of you.
“Who dares to…” He shouted before his eyes fell onto you.
“The runt.” He muttered as you starred at him.
“Khonshu, it’s time to strike a deal.” You replied making the old bird chuckle dryly.
“And what kind of deal would you have to offer me?” He mumbled as you stood up and looked at him.
“I know you’re growing tired of Marc, Jake and Steven, they’re not ruthless. They won’t do your bidding or even kill for you anymore. I have the perfect avatar that would kill for you until the end of time.” You said as he slowly came towards you.
“And who might that be?” He asked, you didn’t move or flinch.
“Me.” You replied simply as he began to laugh.
“And why would I want a runt like you, you’re just Marc’s pet.” He growled.
“Because I want revenge against them, I’ve been locked away so long that I want revenge on them and anyone else that’s ever wronged me. I want to serve you. You get an obedient avatar and I get to spill blood.” You replied in a stern voice as Khonshu hummed lowly.
“Make the right decision, old bird.” You whispered at his face as he chuckled.
“Welcome aboard, little Avatar.”
Marc came home, he entered into the living space and saw you sitting on a chair in the dark.
“Baby? Everything okay?” He asked as you continued to stare at him.
“It’s been 1195 days since you brought me here. I gave up escaping after day 37, I think I gave up on everything after day 100. But, I was doing some thinking and I realise that you’re worth nothing, to me and to my newest ally.” You muttered, slowly standing up as Marc looked at you in shock.
Smoke formed and Marc looked up to see Khonshu.
“Sorry, Marc. Your little pet is willing to offer me much more than you ever could.” Khonshu said as Marc looked at him with utter betrayal.
“What!?” He shouted, he was about to charge at you before your new and improved suit formed and you threw him backwards.
“Three fucking years, Marc!” You screamed as you stomped towards him.
“Three fucking years you hurt me, made me feel like I was worthless, kidnapped me, beat me, manipulated me. Well, it’s time you pay for your fucking crimes.” You shouted at him before you stood on his chest.
“Are they here?” You growled as he looked up at you.
“He’s tricking you, baby. Come back to me.” He said before you summoned a moon dark and swiped it at his cheek.
“Are they here!” You screamed as he nodded.
“Good, I want all of you to fucking watch.” You growled before you began to punch Marc.
“I fucking hate you all!” Your screamed throwing him against the wall.
“I gave you everything! I loved you!” He shouted back as you began to laugh.
“Loved me? Loved me!” You screamed before you threw a moon dart at him, causing it to pierce his shoulder.
“You fucking abused me!” You continued before you grabbed him by the throat.
“I could kill you, but that would be mercy. So, instead the punishment will fit the crime.” You whispered in his face.
“Khonshu?” You asked as smoke surrounded the both of you.
Marc looked around and saw he was inside the pyramid once more.
“This ritual is only meant to imprison gods, but I’m sure it will work on you. And, if not. You’ll just turn to dust.” You whispered before backing away.
“No! Do not fucking do this, Y/N! You’ll fucking regret this!” He threatened as you chuckled.
“I really don’t think I will, Moon Knight.”
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evita-shelby · 9 months
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The Gala
Rated M for smut no minors 🔞
Gif by @mrs-gray
No more taglists for the Eva fics, i can't remember who was on them
Cw: for racism, a mommy/daddy kink, sexual harassment, alluded sex and a joke at Sigmund Frued's expense
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Tonight had been a success.
And even if it hadn’t, Tommy knew it wouldn’t affect things after.
“Alone at last.” Eva sighed as she shut the door behind her and locked it for good measure.
“I thought it would never end.” He said carefully removing his bowtie and tossing it as far away from him as possible.
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Their first party after their time with Mosley.
It went better than expected, especially now that they no longer pretended to believe in fascism.
But better doesn’t mean the party didn’t have its unique problems.
Thomas knows the necessity of these things and yet, each time he wished he could just hide out in the stables until its over.
But he needs to show his party that he is the only one who can keep Mosley out of the spotlight the pathetic worm loves so much.
There was much staring ---Eva was used to it, counted on it even--- especially with Eva’s white satin dress that was very similar to the red one she wore for her birthday party in 1929.
“I am burning that fucking dress the moment this is over.” He warns lowly and she just gave a coy smile.
It had a low back, a deep enough neckline to show those freckles he likes so much and clung to her torso enough to show off her hourglass figure.
Looked like an angel until you saw that wicked look in her eyes.
You can see all you want, but the moment you even dreamed of touching her, they will find themselves being left to the wild pigs in the woods outside.
“I thought you might like it, amorcito.” She feigns innocence as they walk into the gallery.
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“I think I deserve a reward for my good behavior, sweetheart.” He says tugging loose the bow holding the dress up.
“Who says I wanted a good boy tonight, maybe I wanted you to kill that fucker who said my melons are in season.” She asks but lets him do as he pleases.
“No more killing, Evie.” He reminds her as he slowly pushed the dress down and savoring the goosebumps he leaves on her tan skin.
“If you say so, Tommy.” She murmurs, turning her head slightly to kiss him.
“Those days are over, they’re over for good.” He says sternly, keeping her close enough to taste the champagne in her breath as he reminds her of their new rule.
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Eva is no stranger to being gawked at and cause a stir.
It has been what has gotten her where they are now and she won’t change for anything.
“Will you be a good boy for mummy?” she asks knowing sex is the only thing to keep him on good behavior tonight.
Tommy has great self control, but its very fun to watch him fight every urge to throttle the men and women looking down on them when she gets him hot and bothered.
Besides, this is revenge for him denying her all week.
“Always.” He says taking the offered champagne. “Can daddy say the same about mummy?”
Eva can’t answer that as she sees an all too familiar woman arrive.
But the death grip on her crystal flute says it all.
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“I really thought you were going to kill her.” Tommy likes the games they play and does absolutely nothing as she carefully removes his clothes one button at a time.
“Can you believe the audacity of that pendeja?” Eva asked tossing his shirt on the chair and slowly untucks his undershirt, smirks when the muscles on his stomach tense at her cool touch.
She’s feeling threatened since she saw her.
Its been nearly sixteen years since he’s even seen Grace and somehow, his witch of a wife thinks she is still a threat.
Grace had numbed the pain in his heart, quieted the shovels like a good dose of opium.
He had thought himself in love with her until Eva pulled him from the haze of lies and betrayals.
Eva had resurrected him, like lighting striking Frankenstein’s monster.
Taken his hand and made him walk back into the land of the living as something not quite human.
Made his blood run like fire as he came back to life, made him laugh again, made him love with a passion that threatened to burn everything in its path.
Silly witch thought he’d leave all that for a woman he didn’t even know beyond a few lonely nights.
“I thought Florence said she was dead.” He tries to think when she kisses a trail down his chest as she comes to kneel in front of him.
“I suppose she was wrong. But enough about her, Mummy’s waited all evening for this,” Eva says wanting to pretend she wasn’t jealous or close to breaking this new rule of theirs.
“You used to hate this so much, sweetheart, what changed?” he asks as she unbuckled his belt and whined when Tommy stopped her.
Making her look at him as she answers.
He doesn’t mind giving up control to her most nights, but tonight is not one of those nights.
“Gotta keep daddy on his toes, else he’ll run off with that bland blonde bitch.”
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Nothing brings out the violence in her blood like Grace.
“It has been a long time, hasn’t it?” Grace says with shining eyes and having replaced her Irish accent with something resembling a posh London one.
Eva wants to pull her hair and drag her out of her damn house.
“I see you are no longer Irish, Mrs. MacMillan.” He said coolly.
“Thomas.” She says as if she were correcting him. “I am Mrs. Thomas now.”
Eva is going to kill her. New rule be damned.
“It was better of Grace MacMillan died, I had made too many enemies and my husband no longer trusted me.”
“I wonder why.” Eva muttered.
“Why are you here?” he asks his former lover who finds all trace of love or even affection for her gone.
What was she expecting, for him to want her after building their relationship up on a foundation of lies?
“I was invited, by my fiancé.” She says gesturing slightly to the handsome yet dull Lord Smallwood of Birmingham.
Eva was supposed to marry him, but then she met Tommy and no man or woman could get her to leave him after.
Not even for a title.
“We wish you joy, and hope you are as happy with him as we have been these fifteen years, Miss. Thomas.” Eva said with a smile as false as her good wishes.
“No more killing, Evie.” Thomas reminded her.
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“Such a good girl for daddy,” he said spent and pulling her back up, tasting himself in her wicked mouth as she guides him to the nearest soft surface.
“Did you lock the doors?” he asks as they crash into the couch.
“Yeah, even locked the nursery door earlier so they can’t come in through it either.” She answers with an eager nod.
“Mummy deserves a reward for not killing Grace, doesn’t she?” she asks as he kisses and bites his way down her neck, her clavicle and finally her tits.
“Such self-control, Mrs. Shelby, where was it when the newlyweds showed up?”
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“Ah, my dear Mr. Shelby, we missed you at the wedding!” Mosley shows up acting as if he was wanted here.
“How odd not to have received an invitation, sir. I told my dear Oswald that surely there had to be a mistake.” Diane pretended not to be offended and hoped to have them fawn and all that.
Those days were long gone.
They tried to kill him and their family.
No more killing.
But she wasn’t going to kill them, just humiliate them.
No one liked them here anyways.
“There was no mistake, Lady Diana. I thought we had been perfectly clear last we saw each other.
Shall I remind you with words, or would you prefer our security detail to do it?” Eva asked them making their guests turn to see who was at the end of her ire.
Diana cleared her throat like a lady thinking she misheard, but the sight of Isiah and Finn coming to escort them out made her step back.
“To think we thought you were civilized!” the blonde said outraged.
“We are, which is why I gave you two options, would you rather walk out of here or be carried out?” Eva repeated her question, feeling the thrill of saying those words.
“Come, darling, lets leave these savages and find better company.” Mosley said thinking his insults would hurt as they leave with their dignity in tatters.
Eva is so disappointed this didn’t last longer, she couldn’t wait to tell him he’d die alone and forgotten with his children refusing to continue his legacy.
What a shame.
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“Can you believe we once fucked her?” she brings up as he rolls off her.
At some point they’d ended up on the luxurious Persian rug, not that they cared.
Even after all this time, Eva loved how ravenous they were for each other.
“Don’t fucking remind me, I want this to last all night, love.” He said with disgust as they catch their breath.
“I’m surprised we lasted so long without sneaking off for a quick fuck. Had I known that, I would’ve worn knickers.” Eva said as if she hadn’t been trying to get a rise out of him all evening.
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She had grown very impatient by the time the dancing began.
Even flirted with the other young MPs to make him jealous.
But it didn’t work.
“Right about now, you’d be stealing me away for a fuck, daddy.” She whispers seductively in his ear, being especially careful not to nip his earlobe.
He has been denying her for the past ten days, Eva is at her wit’s end.
She hasn’t been this horny since she was pregnant with Florence and it was fucking killing her.
“Should’ve never let me read Freud.” He grumbles as he gently pushes her away.
The witch hadn’t liked him reading up on those particular psychological theories.
Found them rather weird until she discovered how hard it made him to hear her call him daddy while she made a joke about the Oedipus Rex and Electra complexes.
He had started calling her mummy when he was feeling particularly needy and now she’s glad no one has discovered this new game they play.
While she will never care for Freudian shit, Eva loved exploring every facet of their sex life.
Something Tommy was not as keen about as he got closer and closer to middle age.
So she commented on the gray in his hair and called him a silver fox?
That is no reason for him to turn her down this week.
“You’ve been avoiding me all week, Tommy. Is something wrong, mi vida?” she asks concerned.
“Nah, I’m fine, love. Gonna make it up to you tonight, I promise.” He shook his head slightly as he answered.
Tommy changed the topic away from it, “How are your knees, Evie?”
“Nicely healed, I thought you would’ve noticed, but even that you’ve ignored too.” She answered frustrated with him.
“Once this shit is over daddy’s gonna take care of mummy all night long.” He promised as the hand on her lower back went to her hip. “Naughty girl, why do you need all those French knickers when you aren’t even wearing them?”
“Maybe I’m tired of wearing them, Tommy.” She teases hoping to break his resolve.
“Witch.”
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After that the party went off without a hitch.
Sure the women had grown tired of their husbands and sons leering at Eva and some had started showing their true colors, and Tommy was sure to pay the boys extra if they did some minor damage to the shiny cars the men were driving, but it was a success over all.
And finally over.
“At this point I will have scars on my fucking knees, Tom.” Eva complains after with a tired laugh.
“But it was worth it, just like last time,” he points out as he holds the cold wet rag to her right knee and she does the same to her left.
“Yeah, it was.” The witch hummed in agreement. “I was thinking of getting the dress in black for Smallwood’s wedding, what do you think?”
“I cannot believe we got invited to their wedding.” He admits hoping she refuses to attend. “We’re not going, I think she’s still in love with me.”
“I know, I was just messing with you, Tom.”
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ticklishraspberries · 2 years
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Run (Lucas/Max)
Summary: Max is relentless and Lucas is smitten. (This was originally meant to be a drabble but I turned it into a full fic by accident. Based on the sentence prompt “I’ll give you five seconds to run” from anonymous!)
Lucas had learned long ago to not underestimate Max Mayfield.
Once you watch a girl put a baseball bat full of nails that close to another dude’s junk, you sort of realize that she isn’t messing around. Sure, Billy had deserved it, but Lucas feared what else she could be capable of when pushed to anger.
The moment she had walked into Mr. Clarke’s class, her fuck-it-all attitude and the rudeness with which she regarded Lucas and his friends had intrigued him. She was rougher around the edges than most of the spoiled rich girls of Hawkins, with her scabbed knees and beat-up sneakers.
Befriending Max had been a great call on his part. Dating her had been an even better one.
They had a very playful, rough-housing sort of relationship. Like children should, he figured. While El and Mike seemed to spend all their time kissing, Lucas and Max were more likely to be found engaged in a thumb war, arm wrestle, or fight to the metaphorical death over the last piece of candy (and even if Lucas won, he would give her the candy anyway).
Whether she won or not, Max always saw her battles to the end, and she always kept her promises for revenge. It had been three days since Lucas had tickled behind her knees until she let him pick the movie they would watch that evening, and he had made the mistake of letting his guard down, feeling too giddy as her head rested on his shoulder, both of them relaxed on his living room couch.
He was so relaxed, in fact, that Max’s voice breaking the silence actually made him jump in surprise.
“Lucas?”
“Yeah?”
Max looked up at him with those blue eyes and he just about melted. Her words, however, were far from sweet. “I’ll give you five seconds to run.”
It took about two seconds for her words to fully process, and Lucas was scrambling off the couch by the third, knowing that although he could run pretty fast, he was only prolonging the inevitable. Logical thinking be damned, he thought, and ran up the stairs towards his bedroom.
By the time he reached his room and shut the door, he could already hear Max’s socked feet coming up the stairs.
If he really wanted, he could lock the door. But knowing Max, she would just pick the lock, and knowing himself, he wasn’t that desperate to escape. He would never admit it to her, or even fully to himself, but he found their cat and mouse game fun, even if it was at his expense.
Lucas couldn’t help the grin of anticipation that grew on his face as he heard Max make her way down the hall. His door flung open a moment later, and he didn’t even have time to negotiate before she tackled him back onto the bed, and he was laughing before her fingers even reached his ribs.
“Way to find the most obvious hiding place,” she teased. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you wanted me to find you.”
Lucas hated that she was right. “Shut up!” he cried.
Max gave a faux gasp of offense. “That’s no way to speak to your girlfriend,” she scolded him, but the grin on her face proved she wasn’t offended at all.
Lucas would have said something sassy in return, but any words were lost in the cackling caused by her fingers crawling upwards and scribbling underneath his arms. His heels dug into the mattress, but he was purposefully restraining himself from pushing her away, not wanting to ruin the fun just yet.
Max just looked so happy, laughing along with him, mischief sparkling in her blue eyes, her face close enough that he could count each freckle on her cheeks, if only his eyes weren’t squeezed shut in mirth.
He could take a lifetime of being tickled if it meant seeing her smile like that.
But like all good things, it couldn’t last forever. Because apparently Erica hadn’t gone to the store with their parents, and was just down the hall. Lucas felt his face burn as his little sister stormed into the room and told them to take their “giggle fest” somewhere that she couldn’t hear.
“Sorry,” Max said, not sounding sorry at all.
“Lucas probably deserved it anyway,” Erica replied. “Have you found his worst spot yet?”
“Don’t you dare,” Lucas said.
“Where is it?” Max asked at the same time.
Erica grinned, and before she could open her mouth, Lucas was off the bed and chasing her back down the stairs that he had run up earlier, with Max right behind him.
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pedrostylez · 11 months
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The Gray: Chapter 2
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pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
rating: 18+ (no minors please)
chapter summary: After encountering Joel, you've agreed to help him with his revenge on your current partner, AJ. Days go by and you finally think you know how to fix your super suit when AJ corners you to ask what happened with Joel. Joel is slowly becoming obsessed with you but won't admit it to himself
word count: 2.4k
warnings etc: mean!Joel, super!Joel, eventual smut, pet names, violence, mentions of SA, and abuse. Hints at the beginning of SA, please read with caution. Masturbation, thoughts of smut, NO USE OF Y/N.
A/N: Please read the warnings and understand that each chapter will have its own separate set of warnings as well. Be mindful, and control your own reading experience. I've been struggling with how I want to write these chapters so bear with me as I get it figured out!
Your thoughts are in red, Joel's thoughts will be in blue
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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Marianne, the guy is a fucking–”
“Don’t say another word, Joel.” She hissed, pointing to her door for him to leave. “Go back to your quarters and forget about being AJ’s partner.”
Joel laughed ruefully, shaking his head and opening the door. “You can forget about me being anyone’s partner, I’m not working for you or this corrupt corporation ever again.”
“I’ll brand you a villain if you think about leaving the Organization, Miller.”
He paused, turning back to her and scoffing. “Rather a villain than the partner of a rapist, Marianne.”
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When Joel quit the Organization, he was known as the rebel. He wasn’t the first and was surely not the last to go against the grain of the all-mighty Marianne. But what he didn’t expect was the Organization to target him so heavily. 
He went into hiding as quickly as possible, having his own place underground with security cameras being his only luck as all heroes seemed to look for him. Villains took it as an opportunity to try and find him to get back in Marianne’s good graces, or to cause more disturbances that would be blamed on Joel instead of them. 
He was everyone’s scapegoat. 
He became obsessed with the cameras he had put up when he got the suspicion that AJ was fucking around. He snuck around town, placing discreet cameras all over the city and in abandoned buildings, watching them from his hideout all night long and then going back to his assigned living unit for the morning to make appearances. It ended up helping him catch what his old partner was doing in the dark. 
In ways he missed being part of the Organization; having sponsorships and helping people were some of the positives, even if no one could tell that he liked it with the permanent scowl on his face. Ten years down the line he started to feel differently when the media was on him constantly. He was the go-to hero; always stopping the bad guys, always bringing the money back to the bank–the works. As time went on, he found that things weren’t so black and white, and now he had evidence of it.
When he brought it to Marianne, someone he thought he could trust, she scowled back at him for the first time. Instead of being rewarded for finding the internal issues with those supposed to serve the public, everyone in the organization turned on him. He became an outcast quickly, becoming the rebel and having to stay hidden. 
Eventually, he gave up on trying to show the public and the organization what was really going on, only coming out to make those that hurt him hurt worse. He used his connections to corner AJ when possible, cause issues for the Organization, and continued to be bitter, angry, and spiteful as he moved about the world. It wasn’t the life he thought he would lead, but now he was content with it. He was still called upon by those that knew his reasoning-just to find the truth, no matter how ugly.
Now he was out of practice, not having seen AJ for two years and he had a nagging worry deep in his stomach that he might not be as talented as he was before. 
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Your plan was simple: act like you had to figure out how to get home from the fight, complain to Marianne that AJ left you again, and gather information for Joel in exchange for help escaping what was becoming clearly a death sentence. 
Joel’s plan was less simple: figure out how to protect you so that you would give him the information he needed to get revenge. 
He had basically dropped you in the alleyway, half conscious again and slinking away without another thought. 
“Then let me teach you, sweetie. I’ve got a few things up my sleeve.”
“What do you me–” Your sentence was cut short with the impact of Joel’s blow to your face, immediately knocked out. 
Joel sighed, catching you and hauling you over his shoulder to bring you to the same building he found you at. 
He watched you from the shadow, shaking your head and grumbling at how he was an asshole for knocking you out after shooting you; as if you didn’t have other injuries to deal with. He sighed heavily, slinking quickly back to his hideout to watch you on the cameras during the end of your walk home, shoulders sagging with relief as you stepped into the main street that led to the headquarters. He hoped Marianne and AJ wouldn’t grill you too hard. Joel wanted to tell you that he wouldn’t let AJ hurt you before you left the alleyway, but he knew he couldn’t promise that while also sending you back to the lion's den.
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Watching you on the monitors for the next few days became a habit he couldn’t break. Finding himself still on the couch, opening his eyes and dragging himself over to his cabinet that had rows of cereal, making a bowl and sitting down right as you were entering the main drag of the city. He would watch all day, eventually moving to the couch until you returned to your living quarters and would pass out, doing it again the next day. 
He found that the best way to protect you was to keep an eye on you, watch for any sign of distress, and hope that the issues from the rooftop would die down enough that he could send you a message. A bit too out of practice old man, how are you going to send her a message? 
Joel found himself dreaming about you and thinking about them during the day. He assumed it was because he was watching you intently if not more than AJ and Marianne now. He was not willing to admit that it could be an obsession.
He dreamed of how he had shot you, blood seeping out of your leg onto the blue fabric covering your smooth legs. The groan that left your lips when he stepped on your wound. The way your eyes traveled up his arms as he crossed them, waiting for you to answer him. How the blush crept up your neck when you were caught. The way he wanted to press his lips to the heated skin–
The dreams always made him jolt awake, sometimes sweating from how intensely he saw you and sometimes with something harder below the belt. You’re a weak man and she’s a pretty girl. It’s normal. When that happened, he always groaned and typically ignored it but this morning it wouldn’t go away. 
In fact, today it got worse once he sat down at his table, eyes on the screen and spotting you immediately. You were running through the crowd, looking to be late with your super suit less pristine than usual. Your zipper had a larger pull, circular in shape typically hidden behind velcro up at your collarbone, but today was lower showing the plumpness of your chest. 
Milk dribbled out of Joel’s mouth from the shock, spoon full of cereal in mid-air and dripping onto his table. You accidentally shoved into someone, smiling spreading across your face and biting your lip as you apologized. He recognized who you ran into-Robbie, flying abilities. He watched Robbie blush like he was in middle school, eyes glancing down at your fallen zipper and then back up to your eyes quickly. You lucky fucking bastard. 
As soon as you were there you were gone, disappearing into the headquarters building. Joel grabbed his remote, clicked the pause button, and rewound. He watched you bump into Robbie in reverse, stepping back out from your living quarters, and then pressed play. 
He was ashamed of himself for only an instant before his eyes were trained on you again, glued to the zipper. His cock stirred and he rubbed himself through his pants briefly before deciding he needed to take care of this in the shower. He could think of this and his dreams there. 
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Running late into the office was not your favorite thing to do, however, last night you couldn’t get any sleep. It had been five days since your encounter with Joel and you hadn’t found any information that you thought was worthy to give to him. You spent the first day perusing the archives, trying to see if anything was there. No one asked you about the issue of Joel showing up the night before–only a voicemail from Marianne asking to see her in her office later in the week. 
After the archives, you played nice with some of the older heroes, asking for advice which didn’t really give you anything. You mentioned heroes that had been fired and if there was an opportunity for that “I want to make sure I do everything right!” “Oh don’t worry, you’re the current favorite. You won’t fall from grace.” when you didn’t get anything, you spent another two days in the lab, working on your super suit issues. 
Today you thought you were on the right track, having a dream of a specific method that could be of use and had overslept while having the vision. You rushed into the elevator going down and did a double-take when you saw AJ standing there. 
His face was blank, nodding at you and pressing the elevator button for the lab floor. “I’ve been looking for you.” He said quietly as the doors closed. His eyes glanced down at you before looking at the wall. 
You scoffed, crossing your arms and feeling your fingers brush against the zipper. You glanced down to see it was not in place and sighed. “That’s interesting since you left me on that roof to be shot and figure a way out myself.” You grumbled, looking over at him with sharp eyes. 
The elevator dinged after an uncomfortable silence, stepping out into the hallway and moving towards the lab. You didn’t need to speak to AJ now; you wanted Marianne to be present later for the planned meeting about this. Keep moving keep moving keep–
AJ’s hand wrapped around your upper arm making you internally wince. “Where are you going?” He hissed, pulling you through the hallway. You thought he was going to stop at the alcove just outside one of the offices, but continued on into the women’s bathroom and shoved you toward the sink. 
You grabbed at your arm, looking down to see if he was going to leave marks. Your super suit was able to help for life or death injuries, as well as debilitating ones, but you typically found bruises on yourself from being clumsy in the training room. You worried this would be another. “What the fuck, man?”
“What the hell happened the other night?” AJ asked, pacing back and forth in front of the door. “Where the hell did Joel come from? I thought this was just for media, but he got there and I–”
“You abandoned me.” You seethed, gripping on to the countertop. 
AJ paused his pacing, turning his head to you slowly with a smile forming. “That’s what you think happened huh?”
His voice had gone dark, chilling you to the bone but you stood your ground. “That’s what happened. And he shot me and I had to talk my way out of it. You let Joel fucking shoot me, ran in the opposite direction and didn’t even check to see if I was still alive. I should go to Marianne right now–”
He started laughing, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. AJ was in general attractive; not your type but you could see how people swooned. He was a fan favorite, and you had been told that your looks with his made you the perfect team, a perfect “pretty pair”. How he spoke now did not match his looks. You wondered briefly what Joel’s issue was with him besides just not getting along. “We have the meeting later but I wanted to see what you would say first. You tell her that Joel was there and she will just ask you where you were the whole time. Sure, you were pathetically bleeding out on the roof, but she will want every detail spelled out for her to make sure you aren’t lying. Do you want that?”
You kept your mouth shut, eyes glued to his as he pushed himself off the door and started taking steps toward you. 
His smile fell as he reached you, hand reaching up to the back of your head and pulling your hair to force you to look at him. You winced, scowling up at him. “You could just get on your knees now and prove to me that is what happened. And I’ll back you up with Marianne when she asks us later about this. I ran as part of the plan for the cameras and didn’t realize until too late. Joel shot you and ran after me. Easy.” The gruffness in his voice sent an uncomfortable shiver up your spine, fear coursing through your veins. Is this what Joel was referring to?
You felt the blood drain from your face, your mind going blank at his suggestion. No. Please don’t. Your eyes shut, wanting to stop tears from even forming. “Get your fucking hands off me.”
AJ didn’t let go of you for a while, watching you react to him to see if you would break. When you didn’t he sighed, stepping away from you and out the bathroom without another word. 
You counted to 60, letting yourself feel the terror in your chest before moving out of the bathroom and headed back to your assigned living quarters. Working in the lab could wait for another day.
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Joel felt relaxed after his shower, finally at ease and tension gone as he stepped out in fresh clothes. He glanced up to the screen, doing a double take at seeing you back in the street so soon after going into the Organization headquarters. The look on your face struck a chord deep in him as if he had seen that look before. Pale, hair messed up in the back even after you smoothed it down with your hand the whole way back to the other building. He wasn’t sure if he could see tears starting to form in your eyes as you run into someone again, but this time moving past them quickly and not giving them a second glance. 
Joel knew that AJ was either on to you, or would be soon.
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beanyboobee · 2 years
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Please explain more of this new AU 👀 it looks beautiful
So, briefly, it's an Au I made while listening to- The story of the Phantom from Goosebumps on repeat-
In Which the journey to the west doesn't happen. and Wukong doesn't rip through the celestial army to the point Buddha shows up. Insted what ends up happening, is we make it to the point where Wukong gets trapped in the immortal killing vase (yes I'm calling it that cause I can't remember what it was called and I'm to lazy to use google) where if you know his story from Journey to the west, you will be aware that insted of killing him it just gave him these red eyes, so I thought.
What if sonceeyes are sensitive and how long he kept being burned in thatvase and then put back together, that his eyes needed longer than the rest of his body to regenerate? So when he first gets out of the vase he is temporarily blinded, and when he gains back his sight I thought,
Hey. What if when he first saw his reflection after this he was horrifyed? That insted of his eyes. The whites of his eyes were red and he just found them to be so monstrous that he covers them with a blindfold. Relying on his other instincts to gelp him find his way around, and luckily has his gold vision too if need be.
So insted of fucking up heaven to the point Buddha had to get involved, Wukong insted swore his revenge and left for the mortal realm. Because despite being super pissed off he for once decided he needed a plan (for once) before rushing in.
This worries the heavenly courts so people are once again sent to go find wukong.
But meanwhile Wukong is wandering around the mortal realm and stumbles upon his entertainment house, a theatre, and upon entering he finds a hidden basement that hasn't been used in awhile so sets up camp there.
Meanwhile Macaque, even since he was poofed into existence, can only remember being under his masters watch, a man who doesn't care much for others but only about money. And So macaque, having 6 ears was seen as an oddity. Being seen as a type of freak show. His master originally charged people to see him. But upon learning that Macaque had other talents, like you know- actually talking (because we all know he isn't a regular monkey but a demon) he is trained for entertainment, singing, acting, dancing, which is where his dramatic flare comes from.
Then one night, during his performance, Wukong can hear him from his hiding spot, and gets curious, he hasn't heard a voice like that from anything mortal before, and so creeping around in the shadows, he finally uses his gold vision and is startled to see something that seems to be the same species as him.
The show ends and wukong.decides to go and bother this new Simian. He is curious after all what a clearly not mortal being is doing working under a mortal.
As the story progresses they get to know one another better. Wuking helping Macaque open up to his powers, something the other always had but never really knew how to use or improve. Wukong learning of Macaques isolation from others and starting to grow attached to the other. And Macaque hearing of Wukongs stories from a life outside of the mortal realm and being fascinated, wukong shows macaque kindness unlike anything he has ever had before so it was only a matter of time before Macaque fell for him.
But there was still one thing that macaque was curious about. Why wukong always wore the blind fold. It was a touchy subject and wukong never let him get close enough to touch it before
But one night he does get close enough and pulls it off. Wukong is super pissed because his trust was betrayed but as he is going off on his rant about how Macaque must be happy now to see how terrifying his eyes how. How unusual and monstrous, he is stunned as Macaque insted leans closer and holds his face to look over them and insted of being terrified, he thinks they are amazing, and makes them maybe even a little bit similar because they both have things other people concider hideous.
And now that Wukong isn't blinded by anger his face starts to heat up because he never got a clear image of Macaque till this moment. And ... fuck. Why didn't he know that the other was so pretty.
He had already decided ages ago that he wanted to give Macaque a better chance at a fun life, but this was the moment when he asks Macaque, to come to flower fruit mountain with him.
But it's not all that easy for Macaque to say yes, meanwhile the heavenly courts have located Wukong and want to try the whole- let's try killing an immortal thing again cause apperantly the heavenly realm does not understand the word immortal- or the fact you can't use your vase thing to suck immortality out of someone who has been immortalised like 7 times.
A battle happens and insted of Wukong getting killed, Macaque ends up in the crossfire, with Wukong accidentally delivering the finishing blow.
But monkie kid does still take place, later and in a sort of differant way, bur macaque still does resurrected my LBD.
The ending will still possibly change as I might make either it's own thing not connected to Monkie kid , but what I can say is I'm currently working on an animatic for it and I hope to get it out soon :) and if I don't finish it you can still expect to see more art of it
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Hello! I was wondering if you could write some angsty Izzy x reader? Maybe something about Izzy likes reader for whatever reason and wants to tell them, but before he can he *thinks* they are with someone else. He gets all jealous and whatnot, but in the end they get together.😎
Izzy Hands wanting to confess his feelings for you but thinking you're in a relationship with somebody else:
After months of pining and an extremely unwanted but surprisingly effective pep talk (and slight threat) from Lucius, Izzy had finally gathered the courage to confess his feelings for you.
The two of you had become friendly during his time on the Revenge and there had been a moment he wondered why you had offered him any kindness, any moment of your time. Nobody else did and he couldn't even blame them, but you did. It had gotten his hopes up, pathetically, until he remembered that you were friendly with plenty other members of the crew.
So, he'll admit to himself that it was Lucius' rant about how he better get his head out of his ass and treat you the way you deserve instead of sulking around and wasting your time, that gave him the push he needed to do something.
Sure, Lucius might have been playing some sort of prank on Izzy, setting him up to embarrass himself, but he was a terrible liar and he sounded completely serious. Plus, Izzy didn't think Lucius would purposely risk putting you in a situation that would make you uncomfortable for a joke.
Now, Izzy just had to figure out exactly what he was going to do. He just had to find the right moment, to catch you when you could talk without interruption, once he figured out what to say of course.
Currently, Izzy stood at the helm of the ship, watching on disapprovingly as Bonnet sat on top of a barrel, reading to the crew. A stupid fucking children's story to read them to sleep. It was fucking pathetic.
He didn't have to watch, but he found himself searching the small group for you anyway. He thought the whole thing was stupid but you enjoyed it, and he liked seeing you enjoy things.
There you were. Normally the sight of you could bring a smile to Izzy's face but this time it only made his jaw clench.
You were there, listening to Stede's story, with Frenchie...
The two of you were sharing a blanket, pressed against each other, fucking cuddling. You were whispering between yourselves, probably making little comments about about the story, and giggling into each other's shoulder.
He couldn't hear Stede's story or the small waves against the boat over the blood rushing in his ears. His chest felt tight and his grip on the railing had caused his knuckles to turn white.
How hadn't he seen it sooner. Sure, you and Frenchie always seemed to get along well, you were clearly good friends, but this was platonic behaviour, Izzy knew that much. It was intimate, like the two of you were in your own little world.
The way you became flustered by something Frenchie whispered to you was what pushed Izzy other the edge, pushing himself away from the helm and marching towards the back of the ship. Staring out at the waves, trying to calm himself. Chastising himself for developing a pathetic crush. Love. Love wasn't made for pirates. Fuck Lucius, he had been messing with him the whole time.
"I'm telling you, he's looking at you all longing, babe" Frenchie lent towards you, apparently more focused on the first mate than Stede's story.
"He is not" you huffed but spared a glance up at Izzy. At least he was looking in your direction, but he was missing the look of longing that Frenchie claimed to be there. "He looks like he wants to kill somebody" you rolled your eyes, keeping your voice down to not disturb the others.
"I bet he's just all jealous, he seems the jealous type" Frenchie chuckles, "probably just wants to be the one all cuddled up with you."
You huffed defiantly, despite the way your face heated up, becoming visibly flustered. Frenchie was always teasing you about your crush on the first mate, playfully of course. He also offered pretty good advice.
"Oh and there he goes, all sulky looking" Frenchie hummed and when you looked up, he was right. Izzy was no longer looking out over the deck, bringing a small frown to your face.
The two of you went back to listening to Stede's story, Frenchie soon becoming sleepy. Soon Stede had finished his story and most of the crew had fallen asleep, the captains leaving to return to their cabin.
Carefully moving the sleeping Frenchie from your shoulder and gently laying him down, you stood and quietly left the sleeping crew behind. You headed up onto the quarterdeck, finding Izzy standing at the back railing, looking out over the water.
"Hey, Iz. Whatcha thinking about?" you asked quietly, not intending to spook him, as you joined him at the railing.
Izzy glanced at you out the corner of his eye. "Bonnet done with his fucking story?" he asked, his distaste more than clear.
"Yeah, but I couldn't sleep. Mind if I keep you company?" you didn't rise to the argument he was trying to start, it wasn't worth it in the slightest.
"Won't your boyfriend mind?" Izzy instantly cursed himself for letting the question slip, but more so for how bitter it sounded.
You paused, lips parted as you attempted to formulate a response but you were completely confused by the question, though it sounded more like an accusation.
Shaking your head and collecting your thoughts, you spoke with a frown, "okay, firstly, if I did have a boyfriend, I could still do whatever I wanted. Secondly, I do not have a boyfriend."
"Right. You don't own each other, that's what Spriggs says, right?" he scoffed, his bitterness not becoming anymore more subtle.
"Uh, yeah that's how he describes his relationship with Pete but that's not really for me" you had no idea what had prompted this line of questioning but you wanted to understand, trying to be patient with the difficult man. "I mean, don't get me wrong, my partner and I wouldn't own each other but I'm a one partner type of person" you clarified.
"Sure Frenchie will be glad to hear that" Izzy muttered, glaring down at the inky waves.
"Frenchie?" you questioned with a frown, slowly putting the pieces together. "Me and Frenchie aren't together" you told him, as if it was obvious.
"You're not?" Izzy's face scrunched up slightly, seeming genuinely surprised as he looked at you.
"No. What made you think that?" you asked sincerely.
"You were...cuddling" he almost sounded disgusted with the word, looking at you as if you were the crazy one.
"Yeah, because we're friends" you explained, frown deepening as you grew even more confused. "That's the kind of thing friends do. At least when they're both fans of physical affection" you added as you began to understand why this misunderstanding had occurred. Izzy wasn't used to that kind of platonic intimacy, didn't know it was an option.
"Bit intimate for fucking friends" he scoffed, like he was disagreeing with you, like he would know better than you about this.
Alright, time to try a different approach, you thought. "...you're not jealous, are you?" you asked with a smirk.
"Fuck off. What would I be jealous about?" Izzy huffed dismissively but even in the dim light you saw the blush on his face, even as he turned his attention back to the water to avoid your gaze.
"Frenchie is my best friend, I love him to pieces, but it's nothing other than that" you explained softly, beginning to think that Izzy really was jealous. "You've really never had a friend like that?" you asked.
"Pirates don't have fucking friends" his response broke your heart a little.
"Well, that's pretty sad. I think everyone deserves a friend like that" you moved a little closer to him, resting your elbows against the ship's railing. "Seriously though, Frenchie is my friend, I have eyes for someone else and he knows that. Teases me about it all the time" you confessed.
"If you're looking for somebody else's attention, should probably stop acting like that. Might give them the wrong idea" Izzy advised, his tone slightly judgemental but you figured it was more defensive than anything.
"Never really thought about that but you're obviously right. He clearly did get the wrong idea, thinking Frenchie was my boyfriend" you hummed, looking at him softly, lovingly.
"See, I ain't the only one who finds it weird" he declared, looking at you with some semblance of victory.
You had to stop yourself from gawking at him. Sure, you hadn't been as blunt as possible but you thought you had been obvious enough for him to pick up on what you were trying to say. He was more oblivious than you had thought.
"Uh...Izzy...it's you" you told him plainly, not leaving any room for speculation or confusion.
"What?" still, he looked at you like you were speaking another language.
"You're the only person who thinks me and Frenchie are dating. You're the only person I have eyes for" you spelt it out for him.
"...fuck off" Izzy forced a whisper, refusing to meet your gaze, staring down at the water, his body tense. Your heart ached for him again, he didn't believe you, or wouldn't let himself believe you.
"I mean...I will, if that's what you want but if you feel the same, which Lucius and Frenchie have assured me you do, I'd very much like to stay." Izzy managed to get himself to look at you for a moment, seeing nothing but sincerity in your expression, maybe a little bit of nervousness as well, but no signs of deception.
"You're being serious?" Izzy asked, sounding genuinely quizzical, genuinely surprised.
"Completely" you nodded simply.
"The little bugger was right" Izzy muttered to himself, almost in disbelief.
"Sorry, what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Nothing, uh...you can stay" he waved his hand dismissively before inviting you to stay.
You smiled gratefully before asking, "does that mean you feel the same?"
"Suppose so" he shrugged.
"Suppose so?" you repeated, chuckling fondly. He was trying to play off what he was feeling, he couldn't be more obvious about it.
Izzy let out a heavy high, letting his shoulders relax a little. "Was, uh, meaning to tell you but thought you were involved with Frenchie" he admitted.
"Oh, well, you can tell me now" you encouraged with a small shrug, acting like it wasn't a big deal.
"Y'sure? Not too good with this sorta thing" Izzy confessed with a small sigh, his vulnerability showing.
"I'm sure, take your time, Iz. I want to hear it" you promised.
Izzy scanned your face before looking over towards where the crew was sleeping, thought neither of you could see them from where you stood. "Hey, they're sleeping" you gently placed a hand on his arm, making him look at you again. "They won't hear" you assured him before removing your hand, not sure if he needed some space or not.
"You're not a complete pain in the arse" Izzy complimented, in his own Izzy way.
"Great start" you laughed, always fond of the strange man.
"You want me to continue?" he huffed defensively.
"More than anything" you smiled softly, taking his hand to reassure him.
"Look, it's not like I had a plan or anything..." he sighed before admitting, "...I couldn't come up with one."
You couldn't help but smile at that, thinking about Izzy contemplating how to confess his feelings for you. Probably driving himself crazy, unwilling to seek advice from any other members of the crew.
"Lucius spoke with you, right? I assume that's who 'that little bugger' is" you asked and he nodded, "he's actually pretty good with this kind of thing, so what did he tell you to do?"
"Told me to get my head out my ass" Izzy grumbled, making you laugh again. "And to be honest" he added more sincerely.
Technically Lucius had said, 'just be honest. For some reason they like you, so that should do it.'
"Then do that. Keep it plain and simple" you advised, having all the patience in the world for him.
"I'm not going to get all sappy, alright?" he warned, making you bite back another fond smile. "But yeah, I like you. Been fucking pining over you like one of these twats for months" he confessed.
"Well, you certainly weren't sappy about it" it might not have been the confession you had imagined but it was fitting for the wound up first mate. "But, hey, maybe it's just one of the things I like about you" you shrugged.
There was a silence, comfortable but a little uncertain. "What now?" Izzy asked, sounding honestly at a loss for what he was supposed to do.
"Hmm, how about I give you a few options?" you suggested, figuring that might help him out a little. He nodded.
"Okay, so you can...kiss me. Make up for using both 'fucking' and 'twats' in your confession" you teased, earning a small blush from the man. "You can join the cuddle pile with me and Frenchie" he turned up his nose at that, making you laugh a little to yourself. "Or we can just spend sometime here, enjoying the waves and the stars. Pretty romantic, if you ask me" you suggested more genuinely, assuming that was the option he would take.
You didn't press him, you didn't even watch him, giving him the time and space to process and make his decision. It came as a surprise to you when he caught your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face back towards him.
You only smiled but didn't get the chance to question him before he had lent in, pressing his lips to yours, seeming a little unsure. You responded instantly, smiling into the kiss before happily returning it, placing your hand against his cheek.
Izzy relaxed into the gentle kiss, fingers brushing against your jaw, his touch featherlight. He knew he was always better with actions, doing things for the people he cares about, never having been good at expressing himself verbally. He hoped this could provide a more satisfying confession than anything he could say.
It seemed to satisfy you because when he broke the kiss, only slightly pulling away, you were smiling at him like he was everything.
"That third option still available?" Izzy asked, clearing his throat.
Your smile only brightened, shifting closer to him. "For you? Always."
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                                         𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
       from taylor swift’s 2022 album midnights.   feel free to change pronouns as needed!
001. lavender haze
“meet me at midnight.” “you don’t ever say too much.” “you don’t really read into my melancholia.” “i’ve been under scrutinty.” “you handle it beautifully.” “all this shit is new to me.” “i’m damned if i do.” “i’m damned if i do give a damn what people say.” “they keep asking me if i’m gonna be your bride.” “the only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife.” “they’re bringing up my history.” “you weren’t even listening.” “get it off your chest.” “get it off my desk.”
002. maroon
“we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf.” “we lost track of time again.” “you were my closest friend.” “how’d we end up on the floor, anyway?” “i chose you.” “ain’t that the way shit always ends?” “i feel you, no matter what.” “i lost you.”
003. anti-hero
“i have this thing.” “i get older but just never wiser.” “all the people i’ve ghosted stand there in the room.” “i wake up screaming from dreaming.” “you got tired of my scheming.” “it’s me, i’m the problem.” “it must be exhausting.” “i’m a monster on the hill.” “one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving.” “i have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money.” “she thinks i left them in the will.” “she’s laughing up at us from hell.” “everybody agrees.”
004. snow on the beach
“i saw flecks of what could’ve been lights.” “it might just have been you.” “life is emotionally abusive.” “time can’t stop me quite like you did.” “my flight was awful, thanks for asking.” “tonight feels impossible.” “to hide that would be so dishonest.”
005. you’re on your own kid
“summer went away.” “he’s gonna notice me.” “it’s okay, we’re the best of friends.” “i hear it in your voice.” “i waited ages to see you there.” “you never cared.” “you’re on your own, kid.” “i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this.” “the jokes weren’t funny.” “i took the money.” “make the friendship bracelets.” “you’ve got no reason to be afraid.” “you can face this.”
006.  midnight rain
“he wanted it comfortable.” “i wanted that pain.” “it was paradise.” “i broke his heart cause he was nice.” “he was sunshine.” “i guess, sometimes we all get just what we wanted.” “he never thinks of me.”
007.  question...?
“i remember.” “i swear that it was something.” “one thing after another.” “fucking situations, circumstances, and miscommunications.” “i just may like some explanations.” “can i ask you a question?” “what did you do?” “did you leave her house in the middle of the night?” “oh...” “did you wish you’d put up more of a fight?” “do you wish you could still touch her?” “it’s just a question.” “you’re not sure, and i don’t know.”
008.  vigilante shit
“you did some bad things.” “i’m the worst of them.” “sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie.” “they say looks can kill, and i might try.” “lately i’ve been dressing for revenge.” “i don’t start shit but i can tell you how it ends.” “don’t get sad, get even.” “she needed cold hard proof, so i gave her some.” “she looks so pretty.” “the lady simply had enough.”
009.  bejewled
“i think i’ve been a little too kind.” “putting someone first only works when you’re in their top five.” “by the way, i’m going out tonight.” “when i walk in the room i can still make the whole place shimmer.” “they ask ‘do you have a man?’“ “i don’t remember.” “i polish up real nice.” “i think i’ve been too good of a girl.” “i think it’s time to teach some lessons.” “i miss you.” “i miss you but i miss sparklin.” “some guy said my aura’s moonstone.” “you can try to change my mind.” “what’s a girl gonna do?”
010.  labyrinth
“it only hurts this much right now.” “breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.” “i’ll be getting over you my whole life.” “you know how scared i am of elevators.” “it can’t last.” “uh oh.” “uh oh, i’m falling in love.” “oh no.” “oh no, i’m falling in love again.” “oh.” “oh, i’m falling in love.” “you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back.”
011.  karma
“you’re talking shit for the hell of it.” “you’re terrified to look down.” “you wouldn’t know what i mean.” “karma’s a relaxing thought.” “i’m still here.”
012.  sweet nothing
“i spy with my little tired eye.” “we almost forgot it.” “they said the end is coming.” “everyone’s up to something.” “i find myself running home to your sweet nothings.” “you’re in the kitchen humming.” “this happens all the time.” “you should be doing more.” “i’m just too soft for all of it.”
013.  mastermind
“once upon a time...” “you and i ended up in the same room at the same time.” “i couldn’t lose.” “what if i told you none of it was accidental?” “the first night that you saw me nothing was gonna stop me.” “nothing was gonna stop me.” “what if i told you i’m a mastermind?” “no one wanted to play with me as a little kid.” “i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since.” “this is the first time i’ve felt the need to confess.” “‘cause i care.” “i told you none of it was accidental.” “you knew the entire time.”
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let me make one thing clear; 
Otto and Viserys are the only one’s to blame for the Targaryen family’s actions and downfall. Otto is the only one to blame for anything any of the greens did, from making his daughter a child bride to what happened to Dyana. 
Otto ruined his daughter, made her untrusting and hungry for any control over anything. The damage he did to his daughter spread to her children, she abused them all emotionally and sometimes physically, filling them with the same fear and hate that ruined her life. She made Aegon her cover up and her scapegoat, while projecting onto her golden child Aemond, making him feel like he had to give up his wants and needs to be perfect for her and the family’s image. Helaena was betrothed to an angry manchild and forced to have his children that neither of them wanted (they were still her world, but not her choice, and because of it she had to raise them alone in the already lonely world she lived in because of her families many issues). On top of it all Otto abused Aegon and between that and Viserys’s own abuse and neglect, killed off the little boy who loved his family, nephews included. They made a boy who never really grew up and would rather drown himself in wine and ale then actually live through each and every day. They made a boy that felt the need to ruin his image to avoid a fate that was constantly forced on him, make a spectacle of himself to be seen as who he was and not what other’s wanted of him, and eventually a person who was capable of hurting that little girl. He would have been just fine with Nyra taking the thrown, letting him live free to do what he wanted; but instead he was constantly told that if he didn’t become king Rhaenyra would have him and his family executed, and it drove him to drink far to young, act out and receive punishmets that broke him, and he eventually became both a monster and a pawn. 
Viserys let his family be destroyed, let his children grow up without a father due to his favoritism, and never raised a finger to help any of them. He did the same to his brother, always expecting the worst of him, pushing him to do more and more in hopes that he would finally earn his brother love and respect. He ignored Rhaenyra’s wrongs and hurt people around the two of them instead of actually handling them, creating a world where Nyra would only know enemies (I love Nyra but she’s not innocent, and she always believed she could just get away with it, it put her and her children in constant danger, and Viserys never gave her that wake up call to tread a little lighter, to see that her image and reputation were not invincible). 
At the end of the day, none of them were truly to blame. They did what they had to to survive, even at the sacrifice of one another. They were all drowning, pushing each other under to get their own heads above the water, while Otto held his hand in front of Viserys’s eyes, the two stood safe and dry on land.
~~~ I have to put some of my ‘tags’ here cause tumblr keeps deleting them and I have more to say in the ‘rambling in the tags’ type of way and I’m about to fucking scream and cry because this is all too much right now. 
- Aegon deserved better, because if anyone had stepped in earlier in his life he would have had a chance. But instead he was left to the hands of his grandfather and he was turned into a monster. He was such a sweet kid and a gross teenager but thats what being a teenager is. He makes my heart hurt so badly, especially as an eldest child, I felt his pain. 
- Aemond he was the perfect golden child, he never lived for himself because he was too busy trying to please his mum and make her happy, she lived through him vicariously and he allowed it to see her smile. He was the people pleaser child, and because of all his repression he grew to be so angry all of the time, especially after he lost his eye. He was told that the anger would only stop when he got revenge and that idea ruled over his life, until it drove him to make a very stupid childish mistake that took his nephews life. traumatizing him and starting a war in the process. 
- Helaena deserved a life to be free and happy, not stuck in a palace of angry people that all thought she was weird or a nuisance. All she had were her kids and her bugs. Not even her own mother knew her enough to know not to touch her. The autistic daughter in me cries for her, like we weren’t even shown that much of her but that part of me just knows her life was rough in the way only a repressed autistic daughter would know. its such a special form of trauma and thinking about it makes me feel sick. 
- Daemon is so misunderstood by the majority of this fandom but one of the things that really pisses me off is that people fail to realize it was viserys neglect that was the reason for most of his actions. he tried so hard to get his brother attention, upping the anti every time viserys accepted the worst of him or made him feel like he wasn’t enough. he was just such a classic little brother. he just wanted his big brothers love and attention. he tried so hard to make his brother love him, he almost died and went mad, time and fucking time again to do it, and it was still never enough for him. 
- I love Nyra with all my heart, but she has sheltered favorite child syndrome. she does whatever she wanted, created problems for herself, and then questioned why the world and the people around her were so cruel. it was viserys’s fault for constantly covering for her, never letting her realized she wasn’t invincible, but people really need to start realizing that she needs to start shouldering some personal blame, it wasn’t always someone elses fault. she put herself and her children in danger and helped tear apart alicents life when she needed her most.  
- Alicent is a spitting image of my mother, and I want to hate her so badly because of it, but I can’t because I know its because she was hurt so badly. she was like a wounded animal, lashing out at anyone who got close to her because she was scared and hurting. she was hurt the worst by the few people she should have been able to trust and it made her weary of the world. she was so isolated and so spent, she was exausted from the years of being used by men with little to no her best interests, raising children alone, and just being afraid that everyone around her is also going to hurt and use her. but she was so alone, she had no one to fall back on, no one to turn to when she was ready to just give up. 
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WWDITS RANT <3
Ok i just finished watching the WWDITS season finale and It made me laugh so much but also some of it was shitty and i feel like sharing to the class.
So most insane things first I have no idea why Guillermo decided not to be a vampire. It is even explicitly shown how great he feels after drinking human blood like he is ready??? and then suddenly its like a switch flipped and he has a problem killing a human. He has never really gave a shit about that for FIVE FUCKING SEASONS. He is even like yeah i know i dismembered a shitton of body and lured people to their deaths and killed a shitton of vampires (who tbh he can definitely empathize with like humans as he has been involved with them for years) (OVER 10 YEARS) but i cant suck this guys throat owo. Like he has devoted his entire life to this for a decade and all of a sudden he backs out? I'm not saying this isn't just weird bad writing but the lamp nandor pulled out was the big one which he knows has no wishes left. I think its possible either nandor wished that Guillermo wanted to be human OR Guillermo purposely got himself turned back into a human so Nandor could be the one to turn him. Like he had everything set up with the necromancer to undead Derick pretty quickly...... idk im just saying. Also It feels like nothing has changed. I wish Nandor would have helped him with dericks body or something. Just to show that Guillermo is accepted a little more. I know you guys will debate me on this but its the little things like that that make you really feel part of the group. Lazlo came in clutch as always though I love him so much he really is one of my comfort characters of all time. (I even think that if my theory ends up being the case that Lazlo knew about Guillermo's plan cause that would definitely go along with the theme of Lazlo and Guillermo hiding stuff from the others throughout the season) But yea. Weird ending with Guillermo and im gonna be PISSED if there isnt a seriously good explanation for that.
Next: the Guide... Yea WHAT THE FUCK they did her so dirty like no hahah we liked you the whole time haha. Are you for serious. are you joking with me. This could have been a HUGE chance for character growth on the vamps part. They could have realized that yea. healthy relationships need to have mutual respect and both people need to contribute. They could have brought Lazlo's journey with him becoming a bit more human this season full circle. Nandor could have realized that how he has treated Guillermo is not great. He could have been like yea no wonder he got turned by someone other than me. I have been using him to do dirty work for years and stringing him along with the promise that I would eventually turn him which even I convinced myself was true in order to keep things just as how theve always been. I wont kill him because he means more to me than a stupid vampire rule that im only doing because its what is always done. (Like Nandor realized he didn't want to kill Guillermo after a second of seriously thinking about it.) Guillermo could have let him out of that cage and they could have hugged and figured out what to do like the fucking found family they are damn it.
NADJA ......... nadja's whole thing this season was the fact that she treats people like shit and is pretty selfish and she didnt even have a moment where she actually showed change. IM SICK IM DYING IM THROWING UP IN THE STREET.
I realize that them liking the guide the whole time is a funny joke but guys. was it worth it. was it fucking worth it...
For the things I liked lol I really liked Lazlo he is allways slaying his fits were spectacular his matching hair with Nadja is incredible He is a real friend to Guillermo and everything that comes out of his mouth is hilarious.
Im glad the guide got some kind of revenge she deserves it I love her.
Guillermo hiding out in the motel was funny and i love how everyone visited him individually.
Guillermo being really happy after turing into a bat and getting his fangs was also really cute
Also "this meat has kissed the grill" i started crying i have no idea why this was so funny to me
Nandor stalking the fucking panera bread and setting up a whole fake ritual for Guillermo 10/10
also final round of applause for Nadja and Lazlos hair and outfits this season. I wish i were them.
anyways funny vampire show heheeh i wont get too upset about it and i wont make a conspiracy about how they wrote it bad on purpose because I cant cope with reality *cough* good omens fans *cough* SORRY but guys... guys... its not 2017 wake up please we dont need another TJLC please I have to say somthing.
love you all touch grass <3
comment 💥if you read all of this shit i want to know
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Shin for the blorbo ask game :)
Heuhueeuueueueu thank you for answering my wishes Kirsten. I can talk about this Normal man for Ages. You're so real and awesome and true for this. Love you <3
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The reasoning for some of the stuff I've put down on here is so intricate I have to explain it (especially since you have not played yttd. Or played ytts yet as far as I'm aware). Actually thinking about it I'll probably vaguely explain the rest because of that. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Rant under the cut :3
FUCK THE WAR BAR I FORGOT. IMAGINE THAT IS AT MAX WITH A BRACKET SAYING "DEPENDENT" NEXT TO IT OK
Food is very low because Shin canonically can't eat much food. Most food destroys his stomach so he doesn't really care for feeding himself too much (even though he really wants to put on weight, seeing he is severely underweight at 49kg. I think normal weight is like 53kg or smth like that. God). Though he DOES seem to really like the food he can eat (only soup, really) , so that's another reason as to why I gave food a one on the bar. If he could actually digest food properly he'd definitely be a food person.
He's very disabled (chronically ill ver.) coded, and he's very weak and usually exhausted/can be exhausted easily. So his sleep is at max because he very likely sleeps a lot due to it
Sex is none due to the above reasons. Sorry. He would go into cardiac arrest if he were to have sex and that isn't even a joke. Most sexless man ever
Pals is a middle on the bar. Because he has no friends, BUT. When he cares for someone he ends up caring for them a Lot. As well as that he does care for Midori a lot, actually being upset over his "death" iirc. However I have very much deducted points off from that one, simply due to Midori's abuse towards Shin. Midori used Shin's personality to trap him within their abusive relationship easier, so I'm not fully counting it as some of that is definitely the abuse speaking (iirc he also said part of him was somewhat relieved to hear the news).
Love is also high, because when he cares for someone he cares for them a Lot. Kanna, for example. Ended up getting accidentally attached to her and it caused him to abandon his plans to escape the death game alive because if it did that it'd kill her. I can speak a lot about their relationship (I find it so upsetting he never learns that Kanna was his little sister he always wished he had the ability to see. The fuck man) but you know like nothing about her so I won't here. It's only just come to my attention the template probably meant love as in romantic love seeing there was a pal section. But I don't care.
Due to his relationship he develops with Kanna (and how he's so desperate to save her) the war bar is entirely dependent on which route you take, Logic (kill Kanna, Shin lives), or Emotion (kill Shin, Kanna lives). In Emotion Kanna lives and Shin is happy because that's what he wants, not caring that he's going to now die because of it. In Logic though. Shin was paranoid of everyone betraying him the entire death game. And in Logic, once he breaks down his walls and becomes vulnerable, just to try save Kanna, they end up killing her because it's the logical thing to do. Betraying him like he was fearing. And ofc he gets mad, not just because of the betrayal but also everyone voted to have a 13 year old die, What the Fuck. And he becomes hellbent on killing literally everyone there as revenge. Hell, not soon after the main game, he ends up making the Joe AI "evil" to traumatise Sara even more, to the point she forgot Joe completely to cope with it all. He's very much got war as a priority in Logic route.
Crying is very low because that man suppresses so SO much ("Sadness...? I don't think I can make that feeling anymore." And him later on being distressed and upset over Midori being Midori. Wow, someone is a chronic liar!)
Shin is canonically great at things like coding and hacking so I don't think it's out of place for him to be good at videogames. It's also why he has cracked account and such ticked off. Bad Internet is ticked simply because it feels in character.
His kill count. I know he killed Joe. Not with his own hands but he set up the events that caused Joe to die with the intention of getting him killed so I'm counting it. For the life of me I put 2 down and I can't think of the second one. Hmmm. Well. He does kill himself in many meanings of the phrase. So maybe that's it. And ofc the so far is there bc yttd is not complete yet and it is subject to change.
I wasn't too sure what was meant by "moon" or "sunshine" so. I was stumped. UNTIL I remembered the official translation notes.
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His surname is moon related. And Sou Hiyori's surname is sun related. How good for me! He's mostly on the moon side (because this is Shin here) but not fully there due to the whole personality and identity stuff that occurs.
He is a fruit because he's certainly not meaty. All I have to say on the subject tbh
Just giving a heads up as I can't add another cut. But one of the images I'm gonna use very soon has some blood in it. It's not too graphic but I wanna make sure I don't jump you with anything you don't want to see <3
Ticked him off as dead, not just because he dies in one route, but he (technically) dies in them all. I refer back to the Logic and Emotion routes. Look at this CG for the Emotion route.
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He is wounded fatally because this is the route he dies in ofc. But I bring to notice that he has no scarf in this CG. Now look at the Logic route version of this CG.
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Very upset and mad here as you can see. But he also has the scarf. Idk if you caught on to it (only bc you haven't played the game, this is blatant in game) but that's actually Midori's scarf originally! Shin started wearing Midori's scarf after he died, which is why he has it (this is just to clear up questions you may have). Yknow. Midori, the original Sou Hiyori, the evil and abusive and manipulative man, the man whose personality and identity Shin took on to protect himself in the death game. The Emotion CG lacking the scarf shows that he has finally let his walls down, is Shin Tsukimi, his real self, and he dies that way. The Logic CG having the scarf shows that though he may still be alive, the personality, the REAL Shin Tsukimi is dead and long gone. He's been betrayed and horrifically traumatised and so that "weak" personality has been completely discarded in favour of a "stronger" one, Midori's. There's also Shin AI, of which there was technically 2. One on level 2 of the death game building, not a proper AI due to only being there to give info on his character (the 2nd trial was about trust hence why this was a thing). Shin smashes that Shin AI's monitor on secret before anyone has the chance to discover it to conceal his identity. A form of Shin Tsukimi dies. Then there is the other Shin AI – this one is the one people are very most likely referring to when talking about Shin AI. He's a full-on AI of Shin unlike the other one, with his memories and his personality pre death game, kept on a computer in the level 3 computer room for Midori to play around with (Shin can't escape him no matter what...). In both routes, he's the only remaining version of Shin in existence. And though he's scared and reluctant to help the gang at first due to Midori, eventually he does help! And of course once Midori finds out. Punishment. Said punishment was deleting the Shin AI. Slowly. So he could feel the pain of being deleted and the fear of death (he begs Midori to stop and reverse the deletion saying he'd be good and listen to him after and was saying he was so sorry it actually upset me so bad). And so Shin AI, the last version of Shin remaining, dies. And then there is no more Shin. He is ridiculously doomed by the narrative. Ough...can you tell I'm normal over him.
And of course. He's haunted. By Midori especially. Haunted so much by him that he takes on his identity and personality as a form of defense. So haunted that after his death Shin decided to search for him (iirc), "just in case", despite their relationship being so abusive (yeah ik abuse victims are like that for very good reasons. Abuse does Things to you. My point still stands). He even has a manifestation his trauma have Midori's personality iirc (Shadsou) to help make sure he keeps himself on this track of being Midori in case he slips up. Haunted in so many ways...
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