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seattlesellie · 1 year

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pairing: ellie williams x reader

summary: ellie doesnt like you. she cant. and then she does. but fuck, she cant.

warnings: suggestive themes, cursing, not proofread, lowercase on purpose

authors note: just wrote this on my phone. lil blurb abt ellie and u on a hot summer day and theres nothing i love more than ellie being pissed and reader being a sunshine, literally.

it was a hot, summer day. one of those days where your lips get swollen from the dryness of the air, and your breathing gets heavier with every step you take. the sun was cooking you up, quite literally. you could just feel the stinging pain of the sunburn forming on your shoulders.

what didn’t help this situation was at all was patrol. neither was the fact that your patrol partner was ellie. ellie motherfucking williams. the one girl that made your blood boil, the only person in the world you had to walk on fucking eggshells with, since every word you said, every sentence you formed, seemed to piss her off. she was like a mosquito to you, buzzing in your ear, not letting you sleep, never giving you any peace. was it your sweet voice that made her mad? was it your light steps, compared to her heavy ones? was it maybe the sound of your laughter filling up the room - every time she walked in? you couldn’t quite point your finger at it. something about you ate her up alive, biting forcefully.

“just fucking walk already” she said, dominating as ever. it wasnt her fault the flowers bloomed so beautifully - you had to get another look.

you stared her down, frowning at her demand, still crunched up with your nose deep in the blossom of the white daisies.

“i just wanted to see the fucking flowers, ellie. lighten up, jeez” you said, getting up quickly, trying to hide the fact that you were hurt at her words. it wasnt like you liked her or anything, but something about her made you want, no, need her to accept you. everyone else did. dina fucking loved you from the moment you walked in to jackson, all hurt and disheveled, jesse thought you were the fucking coolest and hell - even joel took a liking to you. everyone but her.

“just be useful for once and walk” she demanded, yet again.

you picked out a small flower, sighing at your patrol partner’s unwanted words.

“we need to clear this house and then you can go flower picking or whatever the fuck” ellie said, rolling her eyes so far back into her head you thought she might have an aneurism. her voice was stinging you harder than a bee.

“fine” you muttered. if you weren’t so small, figuratively speaking, compared to the auburn haired girl, you might have even cussed her out. told her she could go fuck off, do the patrol on her own and abandon you. but you couldn’t, because you were you, and she was ellie, and she always got the last word.

“fine” she spat back, and threw her hand ever so carelessly at the air so you could get the clue and follow her lead.

you followed her, keeping quite a large distance between the two of you. somehow, you swore to god himself, you could feel her. she wasn’t even close to you at that point, and yet her presence was still haunting you in the most physical sense of the word. her steps on the drying leaves - loud, stomping them. mad. her backpack - slamming against her back, making a small thump with every hit.

“could you walk any louder?” you said, raising your voice so she could hear you over the sounds of her own stomps.

“i could, actually” ellie retreated, sarcastic as ever. her voice was dry - was it her annoyance at her inexperienced, ever so easily distracted patrol partner? or was it the hot, dry, summer air bathing in her lungs?

she started purposely stomping even harder, all in order to piss you off. she loved seeing just what made you tick. one step closer to breaking you completely. for some reason - she needed it. needed you to tell her you were done, needed you to tell her to back off, to stop being so fucking mean. but you never did. the why of it all killed her. why didn’t you just put her in her place? why didnt you snap already? and why did she need to know so damn bad?

“real mature” you said, followed by a deep sigh. honestly, you were too busy focusing on how your sweat made your white tank top stick to the bottom of your breasts right now. too busy by your own uncomfortableness to give in to her bickering.

and then - you spotted it. the clear water almost blinding you with the reflection of the glistening sun. a lake. the lake. dina told you all about it, how when you take this patrol road, theres the most beautiful lake hidden by a number of trees. how jesse and her were convinced they were hallucinating as a result of the glaring sun, but when they realized it was real, not some mirage, they ran so fast dina almost tripped on a wire and took a dip, getting lost at the feeling of the cool water against their burning skin.

“ellie!” you shouted with excitement, like a little kid who spotted his favorite gummy at the candy store. when she didnt turn around - pretending to ignore you, you ran so fast to her you practically almost bumped into her back.

“ellie, look!” you exclaimed, pulling at her backpack and physically turning her around. she seemed startled, looking for any signs of danger, ignoring the huge smile on your face that would have pointed to her that the only danger was you.

“what? what?” she said, a bit frantic, already reaching over with her hand to grab her trusty switchblade. infected she could handle - but you and infected? she wasn’t sure she’d be able to pull through.

“the lake!” you were jumping up and down, still holding the back of her backpack, making her move with every leap.

she looked at you with a confused face, eyebrows squint together, her nose slightly scrunched. if you didnt find her so insufferable, you might have even thought that was the cutest face youve ever seen.

“wha…- what lake?” she said, eyes scanning the area. ellie williams - the ever so diligent.

“are you blind? look-“ you said, pointing at a bunch of trees.

“are you okay? are you having a heatstroke?” ellie said, half serious - half amused, looking at you up and down.

“just-“ you said, and grabbed her arm forcefully in order to guide her through. she didnt know if you could feel it, or if she had imagined it, but the contact of your small hand on her wrist made her pulse fasten. or maybe - it was the possibility of danger. she would definitely have preferred the latter. that was her reason to her heart dropping to her boxers. danger, not you. not the touch of the pretty girl, definitely not that.

she let you guide her - while her conflicting thoughts ate her burning skin up.

“faster, ellie c’mon!” you said, panting as you walked faster and faster, dragging the girl behind you.

jesus. those words, coming out of your delicate lips, they arose something in her, yet again. did she wish you said them in a different context? shit up, stupid fucking brain, shut the fuck up. the green eyed girl thought to herself. not her.

“i swear to god - if youre trying to kill me or something, ill fucking stab you” she said, still following your lead.

“you would be dead” you extorted back, with a stupid grin on your face you were grateful she didn’t catch. as if.

finally, you were there. you weren’t hallucinating, this was a fucking lake. and if you weren’t with that certain auburn haired girl, you would have taken all your clothes off and jumped right in. gosh, it was so fucking tempting.

“ta da!” you said, beaming, borderline salivating at the thought of the cool clear water caressing your skin.

“no” she deadpanned and walked away slowly, eyes glued to the lake, and then to you.

“i’m not doing that” ellie said.

“what? you cant swim?” you said, poking at her shoulder.

playful. you were being playful. and she didn’t know how to fucking react.

“i can fucking swim” she said with a sigh, hand forming a fist. what an grumpy toddler you thought to yourself.

“were on fucking patrol, y/n, i’m not going in” she said, certain of herself. she wasn’t supposed to lose control around you.

“suit yourself, williams, i’m taking a dip” you said with a sly smile, batting your eyelashes sarcastically at the girl. she let out a small chuckle, and then coughed.

she doesn’t get to have you like this, ellie, get it fucking together.

and then, without warning - you started stripping, desperately trying to get the sticky fabric away from you.

“jesus” she said with a loud voice, panicked look on her face - as if she walked in on someone doing the wrong thing. her eyes were flickering over everything that wasnt you. the tree, the ground, her feet, the lake. she could have turned around, she knew she could. but that wouldve made it even weirder.

first - it was your tank top. and then - your pants. and stupidly enough, you thought you could make her laugh. so what you did - was starting to unclasp your delicate pink bra, almost taking it off.

“what the fuck?!” ellie panicked again, and this time - she turned. it wasn’t because she didnt want to see, she didnt want you to see. her face was burning up - cheeks red as a rose.

“i’m fucking kidding, jesus ellie - i wasn’t gonna skinny dip… not with you around, anyways”

the joke landed terribly. ellie didnt find you stripping in front of her to be funny - it was anything but.

you kicked the sand under your shoes, awkwardness sending a shiver down your spine. you started fighting with your bra, trying to clasp in back on, but your clumsy hands, and the fact that you had your underboob on display in front of ellie made your hands shake even more. what the fucking hell were you thinking.

“fuck” you murmured, followed by a bunch of annoyed grunting at your failed attempt to clasp it back on,

“shit!” you were full on battling with it now.

ellie was just there. standing still, fidgeting with her hands.

“help me?” you said in a quite voice, shameful.

she let out a breathy laugh followed by an “ahh”

“fuck you, fix your own mess” she chuckled to herself.

got you.

“s’not funny, i cant do it!” you said, visibly frustrated.

“nope” she said, popping the p. she sounded so fucking satisfied with herself.

“fix your own mess” you mimicked, mocking her with a high pitched voice.

“did you just fucking mock me?” that was the last straw. she turned around, crossing her hands, still somehow trying to avoid your gaze. she was in her element now. and the element was anger. embarrassment, awkwardness, she couldn’t do - not anymore. but anger? that was her.

you were still fidgeting with your stupid bra, but somehow managed to keep your tits from spilling out.

“help. me.” you demanded, shooting arrows at her with your gaze.

“beg.” she extorted, eyes filled with pride. she couldn’t let that one go.

“pfft” you rolled your eyes- trying to ignore the butterflies creeping up on you. why did she make you feel like this?

“never” you said, trying to keep your composure, hands flailing behind you.

she walked towards you, slowly, like an animal who found her prey. she was a lion - you, a lamb. a half naked one.

she got even closer.

“then i’m not helping” she said, ever so casually. her her eyes - everything but casual.

part 2?

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pacifymebby · 1 year

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Hey! Can I request the peaky boys with a reader who has abandonment issues, I just know alfie will give one of his best bear hugs if you tell him about it, I'm wondering how it would work out tho cause of them being gangsters and all

Hi there lovely!! Im so sorry that this has taken me this long to get to, i loved this request so much and i wanted to do it justice? I have abandonment issues ngl so i hope i did manage to do this justice

Tommy

🌿So caught up in his own issues he doesn't notice yours until someone else points it out to him.

🌿 Honestly i think tommy has one of those terrible inferiority matched with superiority complexes that means hes constantly oscillating between "I'm beneath them" and "fuck everyone I'm better than everyone"

🌿Like beneath everything theres this desperation to be loved that isn't calmed but more squashed and silenced by his convinction that he isnt worth loving/ cant be loved

🌿 So anyway between all these issues he has he probably won't notice anything about you to indicate that you have an issue of your own. He's not exactly self centered, more that theres already so much noise in his head...

🌿 And it'll be his issues that push your issues. His convictions that hes a bad man that you shouldn't love... He'll probably do the dramatic thing and try to cut you off or push you away when things in his life get dangerous for you...

🌿And you'll panic and get so sad and he will see he's breaking your heart and terrifying you but it'll take someone like Pol to slap him round the face before he really understands what hes doing to you

🌿 The way him pushing you away just makes you hold on tighter... There will be a bit of relief in him too, he'll like the fact that you don't want to leave him (because of those issues of his own) and there'll be a level of healing there for him, realising someone does think he's worth loving.

🌿But i think when it all comes to a head, you'd be arguing, you'd both say hurtful evil things to one another in the heat of the moment "you can't just fucking leave me!" "its for your own fucking good, are you stupid? Don't go thinking for a second that i want to do this love, im just doing the intelligent thing... Youre an intelligent girl aren't you? Don't be so fucking stupid..." "I don't want to live without you!" "better you died without me than because of me y/n" "Can't you see thats the same fucking thing tommy!"

🌿 And then maybe finally he'd understand, he'd see your desperation, see how hurt you really are and he'd soften and return to you, kiss you, hold you in his arms, change his mind.

🌿 "You don't want to live without me?" "No," "then you won't, you won't..." just gently shushing you... But he does think you're insane and wants to know why you're like this, wants to know what happened to you to leave you so scared of being alone

🌿He'd be angry and bitter about this too, why would anyone treat someone as lovely as you with so little care or heart. He'd want to kill them, take their eyes, do something to take revenge, he would probably exercise self restraint though.

🌿 I think he'd have a whole new complex but it would be slightly healthy in an insane and unhealthy way... His new obsession would be staying alive for you, not wanting to abandon you, knowing his life means he could die any minute, death lurks round every corner, it stalks him through the streets...

🌿 And because of this he'd write you letters every now and then for just in case it happens, explaining to you how he isnt just abandoning you. He'd make sure all his affairs were in order, that you wouldn't be left on your own. There would be instructions for his family on making sure to take you in, he'd tell Polly to treat you like a daughter ect.

🌿 He would make you a promise he couldn't keep. Tommy gives the impression of being sensible but he's always making people promises he can't keep (because he's arrogant enough to believe that he can keep those promises)

🌿He'll hold you so tenderly, tell you he loves you, no one else just you, tells you he'd die without you too. He's being deadly serious too. His biggest fear is something happening to you that leaves him left in this world without you.

🌿He'd make sure you knew you were loved, he'd buy you a necklace or something, something simple, that you could wear all the time, that would remind you he was with you always.

🌿You would get so insecure so often just because Tommy socialises in glamourous circles and often meets the most beautiful women, but he would always know the right things to say and do to sooth your worries and reassure you that you mean the world to him.

Alfie

🐻 If you thought he was soft with you before wait till you see him now

🐻 Alfie is very in tune with your emotions and he can tell when you're worried or feeling down. So he knows that something is getting to you before you admit it to him

🐻 You have been trying to hide your issues too because you're aware that it's just a bad choice to be romantically involved with a dangerous gangster when you are quite so scared of being abandoned or left behind like you are.

🐻 Your way of trying to deal with these issues is to kid yourself that you don't have them, that everythings fine, that you'd be completely fine if anything were to happen to Alfie or if he just decided he wasn't interested in you anymore. So whenever Alfie does try to ask whats wrong you would just shut him out and dismiss him

🐻 And when it does come time for him to go away on business, when his life is potentially at risk, you would try to pretend you weren't bothered... Which would hurt Alfie, because he'd think you don't care about him...

🐻 And then he'd try to pretend like he didn't care...

🐻 And things would potentially get pretty messy, you both pretending not to care about the situation, both of you trying to ignore the very near future...

🐻 He'd end up going ahead with this meeting or plan and you'd spend the whole time he was away going crazy, biting your nails, pacing and being restless, convincing yourself he's died, driving yourself crazy and drinking to get through the anxiety...

🐻 So that when he returns he finds you a complete mess, sitting on the kitchen floor with a bottle in your hand, you havent slept, you were drunk but you've cried yourself sober and you feel completely broken down

🐻 Alfie would be heart broken to see you looking so forlorn but he'd do his best not to show you that, smiling sympathetically instead, sitting on the stool at the table and leaning down to reach for the bottle in your hand.

🐻 "hmmm yeah right, i see the problem here ziskeit, yeah i see the probpem.. This you're drinking right here, this is Shelby Gin right and although it claims to be "distilled for the eradication of a seemingly incurable sadness" it just don't do what it says on the label yeah... In fact poppet, I'd go as far as to say that it actually makes you feel much much worse..."

🐻 You'd have been in a state of shock when he first came in, not really believing him to be there at all, but maybe at the sound of his voice youd have looked up at him, realised it really was him and instead of looking so sad and broken a little smile would come onto your face and when he smiled, your smile would grow bigger and brighter.

🐻 "Youre not dead," youd smile seeming to forget the misery of your solitude. Alfie would laugh at you a little confused and he'd shake his head. "Last time I checked ziskeit..."

🐻 He'd beckon you up to come and sit with him and hold you snug to his side then he'd want to know why you were so miserable.

🐻 And when you told him about everything he'd not say a word, just hold onto you very very tightly, he'd tuck your head into the crook of his neck and kiss your hair. He would probably hold onto you like that quietly for quite a long time. It would be the cosiest and most comforting of hugs, you'd feel small and snug and so secure held tightly in his big arms as he held onto you for dear life.

🐻 He would probably be a little concerned/upset that you hadn't told him sooner, and he'd want to be careful about understanding you completely.

🐻 But once he did he'd be so reassuring and loving to you hugging you tight in his big arms, he wouldnt shut up about how much he loves you and how its his job to look after you and never ever leave you.

🐻 He would defintely make the promise he knows he can't keep but he'd also tell you he knows he shouldn't make it because he can't really keep it... "now i know its irresponsible to make promises you know you can't necessarily definitely 100% keep however, right now poppet i think its what you need to hear and its what i want to say and i reckon thats as good a reason as any to break my rules yeah? What do you think?"

🐻"now i dont often ask you to torture your old man reminding him that there have been other men in your life but... I what i wanna know right... Is why someone as sweet and lovely as you, could possibly think that someone who loves you very much... Cause i do yeah, i love you very much... Could possibly leave you..."

🐻 "poppet i ain't even gonna leave you when i die right, I'm gonna follow you around everywhere, fucken watchin over you every day for the rest of your life yeah"

🐻 Alfie would take you and everything about your relationship so seriously. He'd do lots of things to remind you of his devotion to you. I kind of feel like acts of service are his love language and like just looking after you and providing for you and spoiling you are how he'd want to show you how he values you.

Arthur

🍂 Arthur definitely has abandonment issues of his own and therefore your relationahip would be intense, perhaps volatile to begin with, before you understand one another completely.

🍂 Once you work out you're both just scared of the same things you'd stop fighting or getting paranoid about one another and you'd come together stronger than ever before.

🍂 You would stick to one another like glue, completely devoted to eachother. Arthur would view you as his saving grace, he'd treasure you and be so protective.

🍂 He'd never want to let you out of his sight. Which would be fine because you wouldn't want to leave his side for even a second.

🍂 He would definitely have his own issues about not abandoning others too so he'd be very reassuring, loyal and determined not to leave you on your own ever, or let you doubt his feelings for you.

🍂 There would be lots of tearful dramatic promises of his love and devotion.

🍂 But it would always be worded like "Its you and me now eh sweetheart, we're gonna be alright, we're gonna look after eachother, we're never gonna leave one another alone, yeah you and me right..."

🍂 Holding your hand super tight out in public. Always having you tucked under his arm

🍂 Coming home drunk and dropping to his knees to confess his undying love for you, as if its the first time he's confessing his undying love for you

🍂 I can't state enough how dramatic and intense this relationship would be. You'd both need one another so hard, but as a result youd both always feel needed. You'd know your worth 100%

🍂 But if you did argue they'd be volatile and you'd both really hurt one another, because you'd both be so scared that the other was going to leave, that fear would make you clumsy emotional and youd both say stuff you dont really mean

🍂 You'd both do lots of crying i guess, but when you do make up again it would be just as passionate as the argument.

🍂 The make up sex would be intense ya know?

🍂 I feel like he'd need lots of eye contact, not just in sex but like just in day to day life, youd constantly be looking at one another only to find the other looking back, so your day would be scattered with these sweet moments of quiet connection, both of you blushing or smiling because youve been caught watching your lover.

🍂 Arthur is actually very good at talking about his feelings, hes just never been given the chance to before. Even tommy shuts down those conversations, so Arthur would be scared to tell you how he feels at first... Once he knows he can though he will always be honest about his feelings and you'll know you can talk to him about anything. The two of you would share all your deepest darkest emotions, trusting in eachother completely. You would be eachothers rock.

🍂 You would obviously eventually have been honest with him about your childhood and your past relationships and whatever it is that's left you with all these issues and fears... And whether its a boyfriend, a father a mother whatever.. Arthurs going to hold grudges against anyone who has ever hurt you

🍂 If it was an ex or a father, he can't promise they'll live much longer...

John

🌼 John wouldnt notice at first, its not as of hes completely emotionally immature, because hes very mature when you need him to be, its just that generally speaking hes still very boyish...

🌼 So your fears go unnoticed by him to begin with. Over time however he does notice the way you hold onto him for a moment longer than is natural, how sometimes you get teary eyed just saying goodbye to him in the morning when he's off to work

🌼 And its impossible not to notice how upset you get when he's a little late home in the evenings... You really struggle when he doesn't come home on time... Your mind starts wandering to all those terrible possibilities... That something could have happened to him when he was out with the lads...he could be injured, lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life... Already dead, abandoned in an alley bleeding out.

🌼 The relief which washes over you when he comes through the front door leaves you shaking and when he pulls you in for a quick kiss he sees the light catch the tears in your eyes...

🌼 "Whats the matter love has something happened?" when he asks you you try to be brave, shake your head and lie, tell him youve just got dust in your eyes as you turn away from him and busy yourself with dinner

🌼 But john doesnt really know how to leave something alone and he'll keep pressing you on it, especially when you say "really john its nothing, just being daft.."

🌼 Hed get all serious then, cupping your cheek in his hand, turning your gaze back towards him. "Nah flower, dafts not like you... Youre not daft.. Talk to me love, whats wrong?"

🌼 "Its nothing really i just... When youre late home like that and i dont know where you are i get worried dont i, you know me mimd starts wandering and i get to thinkiny somet awfuls happened to you... That maybe youre not coming home at all and then i stsrt thinking about how i dont really think i could handle that like, if you didn't come home one day..." youd tell him all about how scared you are of him leaving you alone in this world, that you kind of feel doomed in a way, because everyone youve ever known has left you one way or another and youre so scared that one way or another he's going to end up leaving you too...

🌼 And John would listen to you, quietly, thoughtfully, his brows knitting together because he's concentrating and taking you so seriously.

🌼 He would be so soft with you, holdong your face in his hands, looking you deep in the eyes.

🌼 Like Alfie, super soft, makes you promises he knows he might not be able to keep but can't stabd to see you sad.

🌼 Kind of wants to be around you all the time

🌼 Takes being your man very seriously and will try very hard not to give you reasons to doubt him.

🌼 Imagine him taking your face in his hands, his eyes locked with yours as he tells you "you're the most important person to me in this whole world and I'm not going anywhere, I'm never leaving you flower, not for anything..."

🌼 He knows he shouldnt make promises he doesn't know whether he can keep, but he supposes he'll just have to do his best to keep them.

🌼 Which means being less reckless and more thoughtful, he'd mature a little bit, wouldn't needlessly put himself at risk.

🌼 He would be curious to know what happened to you to leave you with your fears but he wouldn't push you to talk about it. He doesnt like to be reminded that you were ever anyones but his, not just because youre his girl, but because he gets frustrated that there were times in your life when you needed him and he wasn't there because you hadnt met yet.

🌼 So to make up for that he just tries to be there for you as best he can now, as your protector, always reassuring you hes there to look after you and love you whenever you need him.

Bonnie

🍀 The softest most gentle boy in the world. He'd be upset by what you were telling him. It would be a lot to take in and he'd be blaming himself for your fears thinking it was something he'd done to make you feel that way

🍀Wordlessly wrapping his arms around you, pulling your whole body into his lap, tight against his chest, squeezing you reassuringly and lovingly, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder.

🍀 He'd nuzzle into you and the two of you would be quiet, you sniffling into his chest trying to stop yourself from crying. Him unable to cry but feeling like he wants to.

🍀 He'd probably apologise to you which would confuse you...

"I'm sorry little dove,"

"What? Why are you sorry Bon its not..."

"Well i obviously haven't been there for you enough lately if you're getting scared like this... M'sorry if i havent been doing enough to y'know... Show you how much i love you..."

🍀 You'd be so shocked by his words you wouldn't know what to say but you'd kiss him softly and try to explain it isn't really his fault at all, but he probably wouldn't accept that there wasnt anything he could have done... Because he thinks he should have been there for you more, told you he loves you more ect...

🍀He would kiss your forehead and then rest his against yours, promising you the whole world, telling you how much he adores you, how everything he does is for you, how he wouldn't want to live if he lost you

🍀It would be intense but ever so sweet, him playing with your fingers whilst he spoke, lying back and bringing you down with him, letting you calm resting against his chest.

🍀He's so devotional, he is always telling you he's yours and youre his girl, starts saying "my little dove" instead of just little dove

🍀 Makes a point of being just a little more possesive around the fire in the evening when other lads try to flirt with you he'll proudly tell the whole world youre his. He'd want to have you near him at all times and probably stick to you like glue. Always holding your hand or putting his arm around you.

🍀 He would talk to you about your feelings even if its not the easiest thing in the world, he'd lie awake with you at night, playing with your hair and listening to you as you told him what had happened to you in your past, why you're so scared of being abandoned...

🍀 He'll take you seriously... Obviously.. But to hide any difficult feelings stirred inside him at hearing how youve been hurt, he'll make a joke about beating whoever hurt you up, "yeah you just tell em to meet me in the ring my little dove, teach em a lesson they wont forget..."

Issiah

🐀Is a charmer and a flirt and although he is completely committed to you, his girl, he will struggle not to flirt with the odd girl in a bar or smile and wink at someone he catches checking him out

🐀And you dont want to be annoyed at him for it because you dont want him to think youre one of those crazy, uncool, possesive girls

🐀But youre just scared he might actually get bored of you one day and just decide on a whim to abandon you right there in the middle of the garrison in exchange for one of those prettier girls

🐀You would end up arguing about it, you making petty bitchy remarks until he snaps at you, and honestly the second he does youd burst into tears unable to hide your real feelings.

🐀"Please don't leave!" the words would come out before you could stop them and youd feel completely pathetic and worthless, but he'd just look at you with a frown on his face, no longer angry just confused and... Concerned.

🐀"Why the fuck would you say that?" he'd ask slowly, he knows the answer but he doesn't really believe it... Surely you don't actually believe he'd abandon you?

🐀He'd do a lot of realising very very quickly, frowning deeper when he realises that yes, that is in fact exactly what you think.

🐀You wouldn't be able to stop your crying, you'd be so upset and half expecting him to walk out there and then.

🐀"If you're gonna go then fucking do it already Isaiah stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" "Like you fucking hate me!"

🐀After that he wouldn't exactly know what to do with himself, sure he's good at charming girls, but he doesn't really know how to get them to stop crying... Or to believe him when he says i love you. Usually they just do.

🐀He'd take your hands kind of hesitantly, not shy but just uncertain, he doesnt want to fuck this up and make it even worse

🐀And then he'd give your hands a squeeze and probably just try to speak from the heart.

🐀"I don't hate you mousy, i dont know why you think that but i dont, i couldnt possibly hate you and I'm definitely not gonna fuckin leave you..."

🐀You wouldn't know whether to believe him at first, looking up at him from under watery eyelashes, sniffling and blushing slightly.

🐀"Ever?" youd ask and he'd smirk down at you affectionately, "Ever." he'd confirm kissing your nose and stroking your hair.

🐀He'd ask you why you thought he would want to leave you, but he can't really say he's surprised. "You know none of that flirting means anything, its just part of the deal aint it... Being one of birminghams most charming criminals..." he'd joke to try and reassure you but when he sees it isnt working he'd be serious again. "I love you and only you and you know I'd die for you so i dont see why youre so scared I'm gonna walk out on us..."

🐀"Dying is a sort of leaving too ain't it Isaiah..."

🐀He really wouldn't know how to reassure you then, he'd chuckle nervously.. "Love you do realise who i am right? What i am..." "You know what I'm involved in... With the Peakys..."

🐀"Even so..."

🐀I don't think he'd promise you he wasn't going to die, i think he'd just try to make sure you knew he wouldn't leave you of his own choice. He wouldn't want to make a promise you'd live to regret.

Michael

☘️ Doesn't understand at first. And i do think you would have quite an intense argument about it. Not loud and shouting at one another but quiet and guarded and trying to be polite

☘️ Because Michael views himself as a gentleman and would be offended that you'd think he would ever cheat on you or abandon you because that would be improper and he views himself as above that

☘️ "is that really how little you think of me? Is that really how poorly you think i view you? You think i have such little respect for my girl that I'd just up and leave her?" his voice would be tight and sharp and he wouldn't be looking at you. He'd be wounded and taking it very personally

☘️"Thats...thats not what i meant its not like that at all..." youd be struggling to get your words out or explain what you really meant, "i just..." he wouldn't be listening to you, instead hed be getting more wound up by the second thinking in stupid circles, worrying that you were going to leave him.

☘️ "Then what is it like y/n cause right now it sounds like youre accusing me of something i havent even thought about doing... Sounds to me like youre the one looking for reasons to leave..."

☘️ Tears streaming down your face as you stare back at him in shock, you're panicking, you can hardly breath

☘️ But michaels just being cruel now, saying it to test you, he's watching you crumble and taking reassurance from it, its evidence enough that you love him, that you don't want to leave him, your fear is genuine.

☘️ "Tell me y/n if youre so scared I'll leave you why don't you do yourself a favour and leave first eh? Save yourself all that heartache?"

☘️ "You... You don't really mean that michael i know you don't..." "Yeah?" michael is a bastard, he likes how much you need him and he wants you to be dependent/scared to lose him.

☘️ So then he'd soften, he'd come close to you, hands on your hips, holding you in his palms as he strokes his thumbs over your hips. "Listen Y/n whoever else you've known before, anyone whose let you down in the past... They're in the past. You're mine now remember? And I'm a good man y/n i really am, I treat you right, i treat you like a princess don't i? Even if i do bad things to other people right, even if I'm one of the worst men in new york city... I'm your man and thats never going to change... So youd better get used to that"

☘️All of this being said, michael knows how to make you feel loved, how to reassure you. Perhaps he didn't realise before how much reassurance you needed, but now that he understands this he is nothing but kind and sweet and good to you. He always was of course but now he makes an extra effort.

☘️He makes a point of telling you he needs you, or telling you he needs to see you. He'll call you into his office telling you its important, then, when you arrive all flustered and concerned, he'll just smile and say he needed to see his girl.

☘️ He'll always have a hand on you somewhere, your thigh under the table, your hand, his arm around your waist. He becomes physically even more possesive in an attempt to show you he isn't going anywhere.

☘️ He will make the promise he can't keep because he is arrogant and truly believes he can promise he's never going to get killed.

#peaky blinders imagines #bonnie gold x reader #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine

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cloud-navi · 9 months

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So I finished DuckTales (2017), my thoughts:

⚠️ Spoilers ahead ⚠️

- Bradford Buzzard:

His feelings for hating adventure and chaos is valid but he should have told his grandma to fuck off and got therapy instead of trying to destroy it. Also its not his fault that Della took the Spear of Selene even if he told her about it.

You can’t have one thing without the other, there must be chaos if there is stability and vice versa.

- Webbigail Vanderquack and Bentina Beakly (Agent 22):

It was a good twist, but it makes me question where FOWL got Scrooge’s DNA to make Webby and why her exact clones (sisters) aren’t perceived as Scrooges kid like Webby is.

My theory: “The Papyrus of Binding only appears to a direct heir of Scrooge McDuck” I think it mean’s physically and emotionally. If June and May are Webby’s clones that means they are just as much Scrooge’s physical child as Webby is, except they don’t have a relationship with Scrooge. Scrooge even before knowing Webby was his kid thought of her like his Grandniece, like family, making her an heir like the boys.

For how much Beakly talked about how important and strong a family is together when getting the boys to talk to Scrooge again in Season 1, it doesn’t make much sense to have her go in alone without informing the family of what she knows of FOWL from SHUSH.

Goldie O’Gilt:

I love her so much, except in the ImpossiBin episode, there she was okay. At the end of the ImpossiBin episode Goldie calls Scooge assuming he took the fountain of youth when they agreed to keep it for both of them, (she went back to steal it for herself so she says). They made progress in the Youth Fountain episode and having Goldie call him about it being gone kinda defeats the whole purpose of their bonding in that episode. Except I understand they needed a character to tell him it was gone like the other missing mysteries but I find it defeated the whole point.

Lena and Violet Saberwing:

To me it looked like Violet’s parents adopted Lena and I’m all for that. Also love the hinted gay rep with their dads.

Magica De spell:

While it was Scrooge that blocked her spell, it was still her spell that she shot that turned her brother into a raven. Theres no reason or obligation for Scrooge to have caught him and give him to her when they were both terrible people. If anything her brother got a new chance at life as a raven instead.

I wish there was kinda a redemption arc when she was training Lena, if not for Lena a little redemption for Gladstone because I like those two.

Fenton Crackshell (GizmoDuck) and DarkWing Duck:

I like Drake with Fenton regardless if he’s Drake or playing DarkWing but I feel like he needs to accept that GizmoDuck is also a hero. Bro needs to know the difference between hero and vigilante.

Fenton is pretty bbg too <3

Launchpad McQuack:

Giant himbo and I love him so much.

Daisy Duck:

Love her, not much else to say. She had standards, that was clear when we heard what she said while driving away from their second date except she still fell in love and was willing to put up with Donald enough to go rescue him and keep going out. Overall a girl boss <3

Huey, Dewey and Louie:

While Dewey should have come forward earlier about looking for Della I understand his intentions more then Huey did when he found out. Louie was right, its not okay, but in the beginning Dewey was just trying to find if she was alive or not, not where she was. He was sorry because he ‘got caught’, he was genuinely sorry. It’s difficult to want to tell someone you’re finding all this stuff about someone you all seek when none of you know if they’re even alive or not. Dewey didn’t want them to lose hope that Della may be alive even if he found out she might not have. Yes he should have told them but I understand he didn’t want to them to be more hurt that she’s unalive instead of just missing. Also they aren’t even teenagers and communication skills are ass with teenagers what makes you think they’ll be any better as 10 year olds?

Again, their anger is misplaced when they’re mad at Scrooge for building a Spear of Selene.

Scrooge McDuck (sugar daddy?):

I like his character and I feel theres a bit of development through out the show with him and the kids, to be a teacher you need to be able to learn from your students.

While yes, he shouldn’t have built the rocket right there he also didn’t tell Della about it. Not his fault she left. Also the audacity to find out it wasn’t really his fault or the fact he nearly went bankrupt looking for her and they didn’t apologize at all.

Donald Duck (DILF):

Literally the best man in the whole show. He put his family first the whole time even when he should have taken breaks except he stepped up. We know that he had some form of falling out with Scrooge because of Della but even so he stepped up to take the kids and stayed in DuckBurg instead of moving anytime in the 10+ years they lived there. I have a feeling they stayed because he knew deep down that he could somewhat still count on Scrooge if not Beakly. Why else would he have stayed and gone to Beakly to watch the kids, granted he didn’t want to talk to Scrooge, Scrooge still took them in and watched them while Donald was off getting a job.

Donald may not be their bio-dad, but he is no way a fucking Uncle. He raised those boys by himself for 10+ years, through their formative years and until they were old enough to know he wasn’t their bio-dad. He stepped in to be a parent because Della chickened out and chose to go to space even when he told her she shouldn’t so she can be with her kids.

Donald Duck, not an uncle, a father.

Della Duck (cool-ish weird Aunt):

My opinion has not changed, she still isn’t a mother to me. Della is an estranged aunt that comes by and is the ‘cool aunt’. She willingly, without obligation, without threat, consciously CHOSE to leave her kids. Regardless of if she knew she would get killed or stuck in space, “there were too many variables” -Huey. She had a fight with Donald that specifically told her that it was a giant, dumb fucking idea with kids on the way. The idea that anyone would accept her back as a parent so blindly is so dumb. Yes she’s their egg-layer, but there is no way in hell she is their mother. A MOTHER would never choose to leave their children unless they positively fucking had too (obligation for safety). Whether or not she regrets it holds no power because she still chose to leave for a stupid reason.

Season 1 finale: “Get away from my kids” by Donald Duck will forever hold more power and significance then anytime she ever says it because she gave up parent rights before they were born. No parent would willingly, without valid cause like their safety (not fucking exploring space for funzys) would leave their child.

Over all:

Scrooge and Donald are DILFS and Della can get bent.

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nastudragneel · 1 year

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Girl Fight

SFW

Once Lisanna is back after the Tenrou arc, she challenges you to a fight, to be with Natsu

Natsu x F!Reader

Established relationship of nine years with seven year time skip

You and Natsu imprinted on eachother before the seven year skip, before Lisanna came back. Then you run away because you think Natsu cheated but he goes after you. You leave the city and go to your dragons gravestone then loose it and become a dragon out of control when Natsu and Happy get there.

A lot of angst, some fluff

You were in the Fairy Tail guild holding Natsus hand and eating a slice of cake while he was eating steak. Everyone was merry clanking drinks when she came in. A white haired pretty woman walked in and unbeknown to you but Natsu looked over and dropped his fork. You look back and hear people noticing them saying.

"Lisanna your alive!" Her sister and brother hugged her tightly. Turning back to Natsu he let go of your hand. Many emotions flashing through him that you feel as well from the imprintation. Your wearing a bikini thats white and a skirt that's light denim. Your short hair showing off your imprintation. You finish your cake and chug your beer.

"So shes the one from your past?" You ask Natsu who picked up his fork and continued eating.

"Yes I'm just shocked to see her" he says.

"If it's me or her who would you want?" You ask him. He thinks for a moment before saying

"We were allready together, imprinted, and she was a childhood thing a small crush that died long ago" he says as you feel sad because of his imprintation.

"If she pulls anything who would you want to be with? You let go of my hand so I'm assuming theres still some emotion for her" you cross your arms. He thinks for a moment.

"I still choose you (n)" he says holding out his hand to you. You hesitated before taking his hand. He looked saddened but tried to smile anyways. You both stayed sitting with Happy. After Lisanna loudly explains everything so we can hear her. She talks with her sister and brother. After everything dies down you Happy, Natsu and Lucy are looking at quests when you feel a hand on your shoulder and all the hair on your body stood up. As we all turn around we see its Lisanna.

"Hi your (n) right?" She asks and you answer

"Yes and your Lisanna right? Nice to meet you"

"Yes nice to meet you too. But I'm not here for formalities. I challenge you to a fight to be with Natsu!" She yells pointing at you. Happy, Lucy, Natsu, Grey, Erza and you look shocked.

"Lisann-" Natsu tried to speak but was cut off.

"I've waited long enough Natsu we can finally be together" Lisanna says.

"Did you know were mated and imprinted allready?" You say

"Doesnt matter to me. Let's go" she responds.

As you hear people say

"Oh look Lisanna challenged (n)!"

"What no way why?"

"Its about Natsu he has two girls fighting over him lucky!"

We walk out in front of Fairy Tail with a crowd following. You and Lisanna are about thirty feet apart. Someone raises their hand then drops it quick saying

"Fi-fi-fight!" You quickly look at Natsu and decided whatever he felt about you or her, you will throw the fight if that's what he wants. Lisanna had allready started running at you. When you snapped back using gravity field causing her to drop to the ground with force and a purple color.

"Ahh what the heck?! What is this?!" Lisanna yells in pain.

"Its my gravity field you walked right into it" you say. You feel Natsu feel hurt and sadness so you let Lisanna go.

"Hey what's the big deal? Your holding back S class (n)!" Someone in the crowd yelled.

"Yea go at it for real!" Another person yelled. Lisanna used her fasted speed to use her rabbit form to deeply wound you. You and Natsu yelled out in pain. Lisanna notices and yells

"Are you allright Natsu?" He just holds his belly.

"(N) take her down but be gentle" Natsu yells to you and you nod.

"Gravity Wings!" You fly up in the sky as you feel bloodloss. Lisanna is angry. She jumps up.

"Perfect!" You yell as Lisanna just realised her mistake.

"Gravity Field, Gravity Fist!" You yell as you flew mock speed into the ground. She coughed up as you fall to your knees, bleeding profusely. As you hear Natsu yell (n). You fall but feel warmth. Barely opening your eyes and cough up some blood before completely passing out.

Three Days Later

You wake up eyes flickering open only to see Wendy, Carla and Happy.

"What happened? Why am I in the med bay?" You question as they all look to you surprised. They explained what happened and now your caught up.

"Thanks for healing me Wendy I owe you" you say as you suddenly feel a super warm feeling in your chest from the imprint. You crawl over to look over the edge of the second floor only to see Natsu talking with Lisanna. Anger shot through you as Natsu looked up and saw your hair shift away from the railing. You crawl back in bed and sit up then try and stand.

"Be careful your still not healed" Wendy and Carla yell as you stand anyways, gets dressed and start down the stairs. Natsu was walking up and you just shove him using gravity armor.

"Go back to your fucking new girlfriend you seemed so happy with her so fuck off!" You yell at Natsu who was taken aback. Once at the bottom where everyone was they all froze.

"(N) liste-" Natsu tried to say something but you have had enough.

"She fucking cuts me so deep I almost bled out! Then while I'm resting because I held back because of you, you go and cheat on me!" Your gravity encompassed the entire floor cracking the floor and making everyone fall laying on the ground.

"(N), Natsu! Take it outside!" Erza yelled standing pointing at you both.

"Dont worry about him I'm leaving!" You yell as your gravity goes away as you walk through the Fairy Tail door. Natsu was about to run out the door when you used

"Gravity Lock" you used your gravity to lock on Natsus feet in place. You knew your area of effect reached across to the train station. So you go home.

Once home you pack your suitcase and grab a gaint sack of coins and a change of clothes then leave for the station.

Natsus POV

"I cant move fuck! Shes leaving town!" You yell panicking.

"You do kinda deserve it, you've been talking to Lisanna for those three days (n) has been asleep. That's kinda messed up buddy" someone says.

"What exactly happened?" Someone else asks.

"She saw me talking to Lisanna when she woke up... but I've also been waiting by (n)'s side these past three days which she doesnt know." You reply.

"Maybe you should leave her alone for awhile?" Another person asks.

"But I have to explain what we were talking about as soon as she let's me go." You say to everyone as your still stuck.

"Man you messed up Natsu" Happy says.

"Ugh I know.." you say looking down tears starting to form.

"I'm shocked her magic can stretch so far away if shes really leaving town." Grey says.

"Were imprinted of course I know where she I-" Natsu said but was cut of by (n)s magic weakening then dissapeared.

"I cant feel her anymore shes out of range..." you say while tearing up.

'I've felt her for nine years and now I dont, I realize just how much she really means to me.' You think as you speak to Happy.

"Let's go Happy!"

"Ai sir!" He says. As you both run out of Fairy Tail and Happy holds onto you flying up.

"To the station mock speed!"

You yelled.

~At the Station

Looking down you dont see a train.

"Keep going Happy we have to cetch up to that train!"

"Ai sir!" Happy yells going mock speed.

~At the train

"Natsu I'm running out of magic" Happy says as your almost to the rail cart. Poof went Happys wings. You scoop him up.

"Fire dragon iron foot!" You yell as you barely make it on board opening and closing the last cart door with Happy in your arms. Becoming motion sick but you felt a glimmer of her still there. 'Good thing this is a storage cart'

"Blehh!" You throw up

"I'll go look for her" Happy says as he leaves you alone. After some good amount of time Happy returns.

"Natsu this is just a cargo train shes not on this one!"

"I have to rest and itll be awhile before I can mock speed again dangit" Happy says defeated.

(N)POV

Your so motion sick your eyes are swirling.

'I'm definitely getting off on the next stop.' You think to your self. As the long awaited time has come the train stops and you immediately feel better you get off the train with your suit case in hand. You only stayed for five minutes looking at the city map as you depart on ward towards your goal quickly up to Ice mountain.

Natsus POV

At The Next Train Stop

Happy flies you off the train and drops you down in the station. After you recovered you cetch a familiar scent.

"(N)!" You yell as you sniff the air to the map of the city then follow her scent.

"Dammit I'm so close to feeling her but so far away." You yell attracting attention to you from merchants. You continue into the mountain path of Ice Mountain sniffing the air.

(N)POV

"Almost there just a little while longer" you say as you start to see a huge clearing. A gravestone is in the middle of the clearing. As you made your way to the gravestone tears formed as you screamed as loud as you could your gravity spreading in a circle making a pillar in the sky. Aching heart sweaty palms freezing body.

"Why did you have to die Zigron!" Your gravity is out of control as you feel your body change into the head, wings, scales, and a tail. Looking up at the sky.

"Gravity dragon roar!" You yell up into the sky.

Natsus POV

Suddenly the earth started shaking as you look up a massive amount of magical energy is being produced. A pillar of purple is in the sky.

"I can feel her! She up there Happy!" You yell as you start running with Happy flying along side of you. Once to the clearing you dont see her anywhere just a dragon blowing magic everywhere.

'(N)?' The dragon is about five bodies long with a beautiful purple tone. She looks at you and fires a gravity dragon roar and sends you flying into a wall of the clearing. Happy managed to dodge the attack.

"Natsu!" Happy yelled but she turned to him and dragon roared again. Missing Happy by inches. You finally manage to stand in the field of gravity and start running towards her.

"(N)! I know your in there! Say something! Anything!" You yelled as Happy picked you up and flew towards her.

"Go now Happy mock speed I need to get to her before her next attack" you yell. Once you reached the center Happy let you go as you grabbed her neck and sat on her back.

"Look I know it seems like I cheated, but I didnt I swear on Igneel! I know you saw me talking to Lisanna but I was telling her that I had no feelings for her and talking about the past and how it should stay in the past! How I love you so very much! How I want to marry you!" you yell as loud as you can.

"Your going to kill yourself, if you dont stop please!" You scream. As her magic seemed to slow at first then it dissapeared all together, while some of her scales fell off and she returned to herself passed out in your arms. You just hug her close. And give her some of your magic since hers was drained completely.

(N) POV

Feeling a warm embrace you leaned into Natsu with tears running down your face. He just held you until you stopped crying.

"Natsu are you sure?" You ask weakly.

"Of course I'm sure" he says as he strokes your (c) hair.

"Now tell me why are you here of all places?" Natsu asked.

"This is where Zigron lays my dragon master and dad, the dragon of gravity" you say softly as he looks at you shocked then looks at the grave.

"No way... why havent you ever told me?" He asks.

"It was too painful..." you replied.

"Did you know I stayed by your side for those three days?" Natsu questioned. You just looked up at him in awe.

"Really?" You question.

"Ask Happy" he says.

"Ai sir he stayed there so much people had to make him eat and drink" Happy explained.

"I feel so stupid!" You squeel.

"Wait why do I feel different?" You ask as some fire came out of your mouth.

"You were going to die if I didnt give you some of my magic" He answered. Then shifted your body so you were sitting on him. Natsu wrapped his shirt and arms around you to keep you warm. Tearing up again you confess.

"You are the only one I have ever loved besides Zigron" you say to Natsu who looks shocked.

"What about your parents?" He asks.

"I dont know because they abandoned me at birth then Zigron found me. Zigron was the one who raised me. Then he died. But he trained me super hard for six years." You answer.

"Thats horrible I'm so sorry you had to go through that" he kisses your wet cheeks. You whisper in Natsus ear.

"Igneel killed him because Zigron threatened to kill you..."

"I didnt understand before but if Zigron were to live you would be dead. That's why I'm in so much pain." You say quietly. Happy is just sitting next to you both listening.

"That does make sense Igneel left for awhile then came back all bloody he never told me why. I'm so sorry!" Natsu held you close rocking you trying to ease your suffering. After awhile of silence Natsu spoke.

"We really should be going it's too cold here well freeze to death"

"Okay"

"First let me collect the scales" you say weakly as Natsu and Happy nod. After everything was picked up into your suitcase Natsu said

"Give me your suit case. Happy take her down the mountain. I'll be there in a minute." You obliged and waved at him as Happy flew you down the mountain and dropped you off. You both waited for Natsu to get back as he was shirtless in the snow.

"I hope he doesnt get sick" Happy said and you nod. But after awhile you spot the pink haired man you love so much and well up with happiness. He smiles at you feeling your imprint. Once he walks over to you both he says

"You look good in my clothes"

"Awe thank you dear but here, you must be cold too." You hand him back his shirt.

"Thank you"he says to you.

"Let's hurry to the station" he says and you nod.

"Ai sir!" Happy yells. Once you board you and Natsu start getting really motion sick the entire way there.

~ In Magnolia

"I have to give Erza something but I'm also embarrassed to go back" you state.

"Dont be that's why you have me and Happy here technically it was my fault." Natsu says as you all approach the guild. Once you enter a pit formed in the middle of your stomach.

"Hey S class" someone says

"Hey(n) glad to see your back" another person retorts

"We thought you just left for good" a group of people says

"No I'm good now hey does anyone know where Erza is? Does anyone want to see real dragon scales?" You pick one out of your suitcase. And let the now formed crowd around you look at it.

"Erza is up stairs" Cana says sitting across from Gildarts.

"Thank you I must be going thanks for giving it back" the crowd hands you the scale back.

"Did you slay a dragon without us?" Grey asks

"No there all her scales" Natsu says to everone.

"So you beat a dragon, (n) and Natsu??" Grey asks

"No I would not dare hurt her. The scales fell off once she calmed down" Natsu replied and Grey just nods.

"All right that's enough" Erza says.

"You better not be back to fight" she says.

"Weve brought a piece offering" as you unzip your suitcase to show her the twenty-five dragon scales. As if a light has been shown on her she starts to have sparkles in her eyes.

"Are they real dragon scales or manufactured?" Erza questions

"Well their mine so there real, for your armor set." You say to her. Erza grabs a bag and scoops it all up except the money at the bottom.

"Were you really planning on leaving?" She asks

"At least for a night but Natsu actually saved me from dieing" you say with a chuckle as Natsu wrapped his arm around your neck and squeezed gently.

"Erza I just want to say I'm so embarrassed for me actions" loud enough that people started murmuring.

"Just try and control your instincts next time." She says to you.

"Yes ma'am"

"Btw are Wendy and Carla still here?" You ponder.

"Their upstairs go on oh and thanks for these" she points to her bag of dragon scales as you just nod. You, Natsu, and Happy make your way upstairs and see Wendy and Carla talking to the old master. He turned around to notice all of us.

"Well look whose back" Old master says.

"Ya we worked everything out somewhere else, but you may find us in the paper..." you state.

"What did you kids do?!" Old master yells.

"We fought but away from people" you say

"She made a pillar in the sky on a mountain next to a town and turned into a dragon pops" Natsu says finishing the details.

"You stupid kids you could have caused an avalanche on the town!" Pops says. You pull out the last scale you were hiding in your skirt and hold it out for him to see. Pops takes it and looks at it.

"Dont do it again, I'll be keeping this as your word" pops says grumpily.

You and Natsu both nod.

"Are you done with Wendy and Carla pops?" Natsu asks.

"I was never busy to begin with go on now kids" he says sweetly.

"You need to be healed more (n)" Wendy says patting the bed. You obey and lay down Natsu and Happy sitting with you.

"You were in no shape to travel (n) what were you thinking?" Carla says.

"I wasnt thinking..." you admit. Carla just shakes her head. Natsu held your hand as you were being healed after what felt like and eternity she stops healing.

"This is as much as I can do now, you have to let your body heal on it's own now" Wendy said and I nod.

"But it does feel a lot better thank you Wendy and Carla" you say sweetly as they let you get up while Happy and Natsu do the same. "I'll repay you with something Wendy, Carla I promise" you say.

"If you must then all right" Carla says for them both.

"Thank you so much I'll never forget this" you say and Natsu nods.

"If it wasnt for you (n) would have died so thank you" Natsu says politely. After saying your goodbyes. You, Happy and Natsu walk down the steps and continue headed home.

~Once home

"You should rest like they said." Natsu states.

"I'll make dinner at least sit down (n)" he says politely. You obeyed him and sat in the kitchen chair.

"I cant believe I almost lost you twice.." Natsu says while preparing everything. You just look down very saddened by the turn of events. He looks back and says

"Well it's all over now right" with a smile. Which made you feel better. After he sets the table and calls Happy to eat.

"Thank you for the food!" As you ate slowly letting your body adjust to no food for three and a half days. After dinner your all in the bedroom/ living room. You set the fire place ablaze getting out all the fire that Natsu had placed in you as they stare in awe. You turn to them and say

"That was fun but to bad I'll only be able to do this once hehe" you speak

"I'm sure there might be a time or two where well have to do it again dont worry" he says then kisses you on the forehead.

"Come to bed please?" Natsu asks politely. You obey and undress besides your panties he does the same as you crawl into bed with Natsu. All the lights are off except the fireplace. As he spoons you wrapping both arms around you hugging you close. You hold his hands and give them small many kisses.

"Longest three days of my life" you say as Natsu says whispering into your neck.

"I know but your safe now, dont ever run away from me again. You had me scared. I love you so much (n)"

"I'm sorry I promise I'll talk it out next time" you whisper back to him.

"I love you sweet dreams Natsu my love" you whisper gently squeezing his hands.

"I love you so much (n) sweet dreams" Natsu whispers as Happy curls up on a pillow by the fire place.

"Goodnight Happy" you both say

"Ai goodnight" Happy replies.

#natsu dragneel #natsu x reader #fairytail #fairytailnatsu

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yj-98 · 8 months

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opinion on greta hayes ... in case u couldn't tell by the. emotional. text post ive been thinking abt her a lot lately...

wow i definitely couldnt tell!!! i think you should gretapost more just to make sure it gets across to everyone 🫶

greta....ok disclaimer im tired now so my brains less coherent but . shes a tragedy from the start right? murdered, caught in a half state, captured. the only time shes been arguably free and herself is with young justice

in regards to tim shes a played up stereotype with her jealousy and her emotional dysregulation is a plot point that i feel is very divisive. but i feel like.... can speak to "good trauma survivors" vs "bad" ones. as in people are considered sympathetic if they dont act out or scream or hurt others. that lashing out at the hurt and doing things irrationally or having the inability to control your reactions inherently make you undeserving of empathy. because thats not true!!!

the way she treats the others rightfully make them (+readers) uncomfortable.. but i feel like yj98 really does. a great job at being able to BE empathetic with her. tim asks her to let them all love her as is, as best they can. meet them half way. its one of the most human things ive ever read. its important that we acknowledge the way her actions hurt people ofc, but i feel like its also like... a good example of understanding that this kid hasnt experienced much else but a lot of pain. and that you sometimes have feelings way way way too big for your head. and you can lash out. and people can love you. and you can let them.

which is all to say i do love her as much as i love the other yj kids. shes a young teen girl whos got friends and peers and who can help and wants to help. who has issues appropriate to her state of being i feel. shes not quite dead not quite alive and she wants to be normal as much as the others. but they meet her half way. and shes against all odds a survivor of something usually unsurvivable. and she has big feelings about it. and shes a teenager. we can cut her some slack theres growing pains and she cant grow physically yk.

does any of that make sense. anyways

#disclaimer. greta info isnt fresh in my head. please correct me . etc #asks #ickarusfell #rus 🐻

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yeahiwasintheshit · 3 months

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watched this movie? doc? idk.. something called 'mondo new york' and man it was a mess. when i saw it i thought it was like a doc about the underground scene of the late 80s in new york, and it kind of is, but its not really a doc. its just a string of scenes from new york in the late 80s, which in itself sounds pretty good, but its kinda lame. like you start off just following this young girl, and she is the viewers kinda guide. where she goes we go. but she never talks or even talks to other people, we are just kinda watching what shes watching. in theory its sounds promising, but it just ends up being boring. and i think they wanted to be like provocative and edgy or something, so we see some fucked up shit like not one, not 2 but a few animal deaths, or maybe its fake, i dont know. either way its not interesting.

we start off and shes at some gritty bar where a woman is performing a song, and at first im like ok this is interesting, but theres no narrator or any commentary, its just a record of this entire song of this persons performance. and its not good. then its like the girl guide just walks away and shes at some kind of maybe poetry slam or something, idk... this weird guy is at a mic and is talking about weird shit. ive been fast forwarding by this point. certainly through the song in the scene before, but this was also bad. this guy eventually takes out 2 live mice from his pockets, and then bites their heads off. it looks kinda real, i mean the mice are 100% real, but just before he bites both their heads off, he does drop his hand out of frame. so that made me think it was more staged than it kinda looked. personally i think its fake. but thats not the last animal death.

then she leaves this poetry thing, after the guy sets off fireworks in his shirt or something dumb. ohhh so edgy! we then go to a punk bar? skin head bar? idk its a room full of white dudes moshing around to punk music and this girl is there. i was also fast forwarding at this point. for no real reason. she then leaves.

she then is at washington square park (daylight now) and theres a comic with a fairly large audience, so i stop it and hes doing some bad comedy. speaking in like "white" waspy voice. i fast forward and stop and hes saying how black people are always late or something, and then saying how puerto ricans have lots of children. its the routine of the pre-internet hack comedian, but he was getting alot of laughs from the crowd. this part was real long! so i fast forwarded thru most of it as he was doing the jewish voice.

she then ends up in like a burnt out building and someone is shooting themselves up with drugs, and this was no joke. very clearly you see blood fill the syringe and he pushes it back. i was sick. there was some talking, but i didnt bother to listen. again i fast forwarded.

shes then talking to some poetry guy in the street, at night now. ummm. oh she ends up in some basement where theyre doing some kind of voodoo something. whats that religion called? santamaria? or whatever. idk all i know is that the guy bites the head off a chicken. this was 100% real, cause those wings were a flapping and blood was squirting and that chicken didnt have a head anymore, and it was in his mouth. i was sickened. but that was not even the last dead animal. ann magnussun shows up and does some bit i was fast forwarding thru, but it ends in her in some field where theres a dead horse and shes beating it with like a stick or something. get it... beating a dead horse. it was so lame, and trying so hard to be idk provocative? interesting? edgy? idk. i was bored, and eye rolling.

but that wasnt even the last animal in the movie being hurt. we also end up in a cock fight. but this thankfully didnt end in a dead animal. the 2 chickens were absolutely fighting, but they didnt have the razors on their claws. the one chicken was pecking blood out the head of the other, but they do make it a point to show both chickens alive at the end of the scene. so whatever

there were other scenes of other things happening, but nothing looked interesting enough to stop fast forwarding. until the end. the final song i stopped and it was actually pretty funny. i tried looking for it on yt, but couldnt find it. it was a drag queen singing a song, i think was called fuck you, and it was kinda funny. he had a sorta fred schneider kinda voice, so it was kinda entertaining. the rest of the movie left such a bad taste, it was a little hard to get over it lol

admittedly out of the whole run time, i prob watched only 35-40 mins of it. so maybe i not the best judge, but if youre reading this, then you know if this is something you care to even watch. i thought it was boring most of the time, and its attempts to be provocative or shocking were really kind dumb and not at all interesting. wow a dead animal... very edgelordy. the only sort of positive i can think of, is the sort of b-roll scenes of 80s new york. kinda cool to see the city and the people back then. i guess.

#mondo new york #yiwits reviews

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sweetie-sire · 2 years

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Ayo i wrote some hizzie garbage 🗑 im both sleep deprived and tired of life so whatevr have at it wolves.

Its not good so lol but this tag is dead af so idk

Also dodie is sad af

~i can finally see ~

"I dont understand how you always manage to choose her side josie" im enraged beyond what i thought i could ever possibly be and my naive idiot little sister doesnt manage to get it through her thick little skull. Mikaelson is gone.

"No lizzie YOU dont understand, shes just lost she needs us now more than ever! How can you not see that?!" Shes been at this for the past 20 minutes and quite frankly its getting old.

"Jo, all i see is our dearest dad finally finding out the prodigal daughter is just an evil coniving bitch" i see josie flinch at the dry humor but i no longer care.

~youre as fucked up as me~

Josie gets up and walks out of the room, before she exits she turns to me "I get that youre hurt lizzie but you need to remember why hope even resorted to this in the first place. She gave up her life and landons life just to make sure everyone else would be ok." I can see that bringing up landon hurts my sister there are tears in her eyes and im so tired of everyone bringing up deceased bird boy, since he will probably just find a way to come back anyway.

"Yeah well maybe we can go ask dad if we should forgive hope then!" I yell but shes already left and my snark is useless and i feel so frustrated i could tear my hair out.

~so how do we win?~

Josie has once again taken upon herself to go chasing after our long lost tribrid trying to find a way to help her or whatever. I know just the way to help hope.

Cleo sowande is my very own personal hero right now.

~brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth~

Im driving from dead end to dead end and all i can manage to think about is hopes stupid evil "im a Mikaelson fear me" face and scoff

The balls on this bitch.

I pull up on a trail i picked up and the feeling of this dive bar is more unsettling than the last. I walk in and instantly feel the need to relieve my stomach of its contents.

Theres body parts and blood everywhere. Some guys head chopped off by a pool table. Brutal i dont even know how nobody has been in here to clean up the mess. Oh a concealment spell nice to know she cares about some things i guess. She could have at least lit the place on fire.

~im sick of losing soulmates so where do we begin?~

"Why would i burn my own room down Lizzie"

"With my family history im not exactly immune to those issues. I would never say that stuff about you"

I scoff remembering that and for some reason the back of my throat feels tight.

Josie may be right she might need help, but i cant find it in me to see the same girl thats understanding and i have grown to begrudgingly tolerate to be the one leaving a trail of bodies up and down the coast.

She mauled my dad whats stopping her from doing the same to the rest of us.

And i might have grown to love her too but josie is too soft to do what needs to be done.

Someone has to stop her.

~time and hearts will wear us thin so which path will you take~

I dont know what the fuck possessed me to say that idiocy. Impending death? Minute insanity? I can see the little gears in her tiny evil head turning

Theres a spark of someone i used to know flicker through her eyes.

And i see it the moment the hurt flashes in her mind what she went through to get to this point. I see her intent

The resolve. To end me. What did i expect?

Some sick twisted voice in my head tells me to keep going and see if i can reach her.

I slowly try to approach her and my voice is cracking i dont even know what im saying anymore

I see it in her eyes whatever hope was left is gone

Ironic

Before she has a chance to snap and as soon as i feel her hands wrap around my neck i rush forward

I close my eyes and say fuck it.

God i must really be crazy.

Her lips are unmoving but still soft i must have caught her by surprise because im still alive so i press on and i can feel her reciprocrate for a second and theres relief in my heart that maybe this will all turn out ok. Due to an unconsensual kiss of all fucking things.

Its something i never really considered doing while i was on my way here but minute insanity must have won over my fried brain.

I sigh as i feel soft hands tighten around my neck and it all goes black

Thats going to be one awkward as fuck conversation when she realizes im not actually dead.

Whatever serves her right.

*insert dodie lyric cuz im cant be bothered to do it*

+ lizzie wakes up and is super cool about it while hope is a crying mess on the floor cuz she killed this bombshell and sassy lizzie is everything.

#hizzie #lizzie saltzman #hope mikaelson be like #legacies #rant #creative crying #i really hate posting fics on here cuz my gf follows me and thats fucking embarrassing but i need this fandom to stay alive.#i dont care if i have to do it myself one shitty fic at a time #fuck julie plec

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solardick · 2 months

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Uh. The Vatican has its own country of 500 people.

India 1,4 billion. China 1.4 billion. Canada. 38 million.

So what came first, the chiken or the egg? It’s so odd. Create the image, influences then come to being. … how does that work?… at any rate, the card works. Works as a powerful transmuted christian image. Helpd to pull the carnivorous nature of reptiles, dinosaurs and monsters into a positive momentum. Bearing semblance to magestic creators. Fear in knowing the dangers of its rebuke. If thats not too harsh of a word. Not knowing the still pressence of what should be radiating light. Warm rays of sunshine on a cool departure. Intimidation. Engagement is perplexing.

This card placed ontop of the deck. Centerd between the two 5’s of ten. The pope raising its hand. Two fingers to the sun. Pointing up about to infinity. Save that it can replace the pope card. Breaking out a barrier. balancing the equation between sexes.

Adds definition to strength as harmony. Clashes horrendously with waites magician. Belittling the serpent as a belt to hold up his pants with. Is that its purpose? Well people back then were fucked. Thats the generation that started ww 1 and 2….

It becomes the center card of the deck layout. And the pope card doesnt lose any signicance as it is p’aced above on a spot on high. A throne. Which he is clear’y occupying.

Anyway the two infinity cards from the tarot become the parents to the serpent. Showing the emperor’s holy lineage. Ideally the devil card 15 from tarot modified to the likness of the serpent shows from what the empress is descended from.

Connected to my personalize oO death card numbering 15 connects it again to the sex. Symbolizing that wanting inrush of potency towards the creation of kin. Or to what id expect it to be in reality. Those glowing red cheeks. Mmmnn. Theres nothing more beautiful.

So i was watching some gay porn just the other day and, i felt bad for the bitch. Poor guy. So i went and jerked off to a hot russian getting banged in a sports bar toilet stall.

Well think im just going to start smoking whole cigarettes now and stop ripping them in half, so the girl has less reason to swoon over me. Hate being psychic like that. Since her nature is like that. She locks on to a small detail of something that isnt up to standard or whatever and goes obsessive. Seek and destroy based on her own delusional egotistic set. But. Everything i do is wrong and over agrandized. Its like they all pretend to be my mother. While others do the same. Its on’y a problem if its coming from me. Hows its always been. Time to eeupt. Hurt me some more. Whole other around do worse. Yup. Thats life.

Oh no i no i daid atupid. Time to start freaking the fuck out in bits of over energized destruction! « Hey mom can we” ehat! I said can we…? What?! I said can we? Ehat?! I dont understand you! Blag blah blah. Ok start beating in my face. Sorry i suggested soemthig helpful and posiitve. Oh well, guessnom never talking to you again even ifbit was a life of seath situation. You would listen anyway. Just beat on me some more. While playing to good christian. To all the girls and boys. Fuck off.

Not allowed to escape that reality by the maneuverings of other people. Im here for the sole purpose of being fucked. Laways was. There is no such thing as justice in life. Only punishment. Theres bothign to learn in life except not to try. “Shouldn’t we try to fix this family? Maybe go see a family therapist?” Oh yeah right. No one else cares. You wouldnt even send me to thearapy to save my life. Why did i try?

Your all fucken dead to me. The only differenve i dont go out of my way to fuck your lives. And gere i am 39 years later still being raped by existance. Its all its ever been. Nothing to learn. No wag to grow. Just the same bs from others. The way its alway been. I do t want to be alive anymore. All life does is fuck with me by criminal minds. Unyilnyou lose your sanity and then get fucked some more vause theres actually a good excuse this time. Hahahahahha the world Always sides with evil. There’s noyhing in life for me and theres nothing to do. Dint really have much choice in the matter, being abused into suicide.

While i spend my days serounded by the corrupt, the criminal, the degenerates, the effeminate, the violent and the brains washed gay’s. God forbid if i rather not spend soemtime with members the opposite sex or the proactive masculine.

Now excuse i have to go get high for breakfast and waste the day. Its ok. Im used to it. 25 years and counting. And excuse me if i have flair ups soemtimes. Its alot of pressure. While i wait for yhe first aid training and possibly the organization of health and saftey. After all i may need to save your fucken lives one day. Yay!

A wise serpent without a dove isn’t very gentel now is it?

What?! Sorry i capuld hear you you spoke at the same time as the crows. All i heard was “Caw! Caw! Caw!” Oh, we’re going to be partnering up? Awh…… no. Considering you’re relying on a drug dealer to drive you home everyday. And thats the guy i get paired with. Well either that of the “dipshit” as everyone calls them. Talking about gays and dildos, and sagitarian rape court case and a pimp civic under various trafgic violations whom doesnt take working seriously? Uhm. The gay guy, the criminal, or the combination of the two? Uhm, well, i lose. While i get sexually harassed by a “22” year old whith a similar sounding name as the lygbbq organization that continued suggestion i was a cocksucker after i repeatedly asked her to stop. Durring 2022… ok. Sure why not. What door number is that. The exit door number 22? What is that the fireextinguisher convineently olaced next to the males washroom? Exinguisher number what? 22? What? My ninimum credit payment is what? 22? At the same time as they pulled this shit? Ok.

Am i supposed to learn somethign here? Or is my spyche getting drastically raped by evil? What card is number 22? Nothing by the tarot. Maybe the fool. Maybe the world card. Maybe that magically missing number 22. In the typewritter its thr star card. A naked woman pooring out the spirit. The bestowment of a hope to meet the dream. Passivity to the reception from the collective.

Im not allowed to have a life free from captivity and malicious influences. Why try? I literally don’t know anything else. They’r eproba ly just framing me up to spend the second half of my life in prison.

Om now the small buzz in bottoming and i think my coffe is wearing out. Think i beed to go take a nap.

If one used the wheel. Thinking astrologically. As the twelve seasons. Then thr minor arcana would all occupy a quarter season. The four A-1’s place in the center of the circle facing out. On yhe wheel. One is traveling up. While the current is pulling down faster then one can move. Is consistent the lunar/solar cross sections with that of a serpent. While one swims agaisnt the current, one will only slow the final destination. Until one circles around the circle to the last quarter of fears and dreads, now helplessly trying to swim away from it. Creating this complex based upon repression of lies and delusions as the explanation. To the coming fate. I hate astrology. A fear. And the will to not accept whats (not really) inevitable. Give in to the lie. For when one passes that descendant point the half way. One tries to swim for that balance. Towards the 6th card of the lovers. But, its a lost cause. While one is helplessly being pulled away from it.

… the right side of the circle is comprised of the wands to swords. The left side coins to cups. The angles are A’s and each zodiac house is assigned three cards. The semi-square angle holds a conflict card. The left side of the circle is the individual. Number one. He is surrounded by life affirming cards and accomplishments hard work and discipline. And the bounty of a happy home life is where it ends. One can rise to career or descend to the self and family. Resources ideals, dreams accomplished. On the right side of the chart is all the bad. A relationship to bs. Starts with a desire to leave home. See the world have fun with friends. And where one has to pay the penalty for being alive. It’s pretty depressing. As all things tarot. Which is here shown by the split natures of white and black both cancer and Capricorn share.

Maybe since there’s already an arian plan in opperation all future arians are forced down and oppressed from any divergence. Which isnt set and bound for them to attend. Mostly its just a trophy. Good’lad heres a loolly pop. There’s only death and sorrow if you go any further. Better save it for the militant going on and beyond the capricorn point. To death and war.

So when doing a reading with the minor. Its best to see where in the zodiac it is placed and see what planets are aspecting those degrees. The self then has an added layer of information that isnt neccesarly allocated to “fate”. One then takes the major arcana and plug in the proper card to the appropriete number based on cyclic repetition. Thats what a circle is. The only problem here is that circles are only found in nature in the form of pulses. A ripple in water. The ring of a tree. Its never singular. Beyond that of the sun and the moon. Or a bubble. Circles are never still. Always in motion. Growing outward until it fades. Relying on that drop in its center.

Now the minor arcana is paired to a planet and to a major arcana. Precision grows more clear. Complexity adds reaction. And the star card always fallows the threat, and violence. Which may lead into a world of metal illnesses. As the child tries to distract it’s attention into something else, for the violence goes counter to its well being. Creating a world of delusions and retractions from the world. Adopting a passivity to action. And further reception to something more pleasing. It being a dream. These conditioned dreams based from the collective reception of information, all gets poured into the same cup. There’s no segregation, no separation. One becomes what it is being fed. A desire to do good. And a motivation to be receptive. Like i said. Theres nothign to learn in life. There’s just punishment. Fromoutsode violebce while it being twisted as an echo to be villainized by. Where the origin of the destructive acts take a place of innocence. On and on. From time memorial. Do now the next moon card comes in and the one is screaming at the world. Causing a ruckus. Howling at the moon. To be futher punished by the “good”. Or to praying to god for salvation, or getting shitfaced drunk or using other intoxicants. Which are made abundant and always is easy reach. From time memorial. Cant even be int he seclusion of solitude. Without it. Sorry mom i’m smoking my brothers pot i found hidden behind my poster. In the same room im forces to share with him. Eith this dominant pluto opposition aspect. Fun fun. And well the world as shown me profusly that im just a bitch. Nothigs changed.

What i got an attitude problem needing correction?! No thats ok. Ill a nother beating after they just jumpednon my face. Ok. Sire why not.

Hey! Ho. Stop tellign at your daughter! Your other one detaching from reality right noe becaus eof it. No! I font want to sleep woth you. You have a boyfriend. Fuck off. Stop insisting.

God dames women stop being sexually suggestive! Im trying to socialize jesus! If i wanted to see you naked id just go watch some poor they’re way hotter than you. And if that was the case. I aint no single stand. Cant sleep eoth you even if i wanted to if i don’tt know what im dicking. Kind of hard to enjoy. Maybe the lesson here , Is that i should. Hey stranger. You got a pretty mouth. Wanna fuck? Why you making it sexual for. Now im turned off.

It’s fun to play with power words like this.

God

The son the father and the Holy Ghost.

Draw out the chariot! Move!

Careful what you eat.

-I expect there to be a top qualité Asian movie involving a dove and a dragon coming out. Hopefully it won’t be toO fif.

And thé on l’y appropriate letter to assign to infinity is temperance. Letter R. Not of it directly. But as the minusculed r. Becoming EFr. But this is a new area for me. So I don’ know. The minuscule R serves quite well as temperance’s white dove wings.

DEF as mother, son and father. As the 0-5 card speaks for itself. Def., equals absolute. A definite act. From nothign. O. If one extends on this the holy ghost as the emperors foundation is balances by the empresses dragon/devil card.

As E moves into F. F moves into the equalavent of a capitalized minuscule sembling letter r. Above and beyond that, one finds a straight line. Resembling the capital i as the sun and the minusculed L of the hermit. Or as the number 1 and another journey.

I cleaned her up, coloured her in and her prettier her’d up while, she did the laundry. 14-18

Though it becomes curious when one stops and writes. BRP and again it shows symbolism in motion.

- Doesn't this card just say R. The mirrored angle for the water is neat.

Chicken and the egg and all that. Temperance. On the study of letters.

#tarot #qwerty #tarotblr

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roguestarsailor · 10 months

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he can’t hurt me! i am lovable! i am living my life the way i want to! i dont need to be like them to feel valid! i love my body! i will not stay in m head! i will be excited for them! for everyone! i am ok!! IM GOOD IM COOL IM CHILL IM OK OK OK OK IM GOOD IM GOOD IM GOOD -- words i am screaming to tame the loud demon voices of anxiety and heartache and shame down because i just agreed to watch a movie with a group of people and he will be there (with his new gf prob) and i am feeling much more confident these days and i will not spend anymore time being sad and hung up on this one dude. this city is still scary but i’m meeting so many people and i know what i love and want and i am going to trust the process. i spent most of my 27th year alive pining over this dude --for what??? theres so much life and i wasted spent too much on him and the shame i felt because i still feel like the little fat girl who can’t be desired. i think im at a point where ill just accept that i will always have a belly and lots of fat and its not healthy for me to starve and change myself in that way anymore especially because i want to be alive and do things (i made a mega list that makes me excited again!). im imaging a life where i am just me with this body that i have now and this not-picture perfect face and i’ll find some wonderful handsome man who will love me as i am; because imagine how relieve i’ll be that i dont have to obsess over calories and working out! but i also know i am going to be very happy just having solid friendships and making new friends/meeting new people and i will build a small and sustainable life regardless if i have romantic love. i’m reading more about asexuality and it feels good and im going to build a life i love!!!!

#amandathoughts #i am going to be confident #and firm about MY WANTS #and my life can be beautiful #he cannot hurt meeee #i am not going to stay in m head about this #im not!!#no staying in my head!!#no staying in head #we're going to accomplish so much this year!!#28 is going to be better!!#i feel independent and alive and i want to ride this as long as possible

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fairyfuyu · 3 years

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all dolled up | ryuguji ken

summary: ken loves the way his cock makes you cry, the way your makeup gets all ruined for everyone to see

cw: NSFW 18+ timeskip draken, dom!draken, face fucking, tons of degradation, semi public sex ?, readers a brat :) daddy draken punishes us (yes daddy is used so if that triggers your fight or flight best not read this one), choking, impact play, use of pet names princess and slut (affectionate? lol) also theres no spoilers but if u havent seen the last ep of the anime go watch it bc thats kinda the vibe of the dinner table djxhwjd just read ok

wc: 2.7k

a/n: i am just in love w the idea of someone fucking my face until my makeup is streaming down my face, bonus points if we have to face anyone we know looking like a fucking mess who just got railed in the bathroom <3 also i wrote the majority of this last night tired as fuck so if it doesnt make sense dont even worry abt it

!!!!! MDNI !!!!!

Makeup just wasn’t your thing. You had tried every trend that swept across your social media, bought countless products that you only really used a couple times, but despite this, you just couldn’t get into it. Your winged eyeliner always turned out sad, you could never find the right shade of foundation, so eventually, you had just given up. The last time you really put on makeup was when you graduated from college, mostly because you wanted to look a little more presentable than you usually do since after all, those are the photos you’ll show your children one day, saying “damn, look how hot your mom was when she was younger.” But typically, you were fine taking on the world completely bare-faced.

You were also incredibly lucky to have found yourself a boyfriend that didn’t give a damn how much effort you put into your appearance; the last person you wanted to date was someone who would even think about mentioning how you should wear makeup to make yourself prettier for them. Thankfully, Draken was nothing like that. He loved your attitude of not giving a fuck, and quite frankly thought you were the hottest person alive, so why even need makeup in the first place?

Today, though, was different. Draken and the other higher-ups in Toman had set up a little get-together at this absurdly expensive restaurant as always, and this time Draken asked you to come along. At first, you declined because you weren’t that comfortable around the other guys, but as soon as he mentioned Hinata would also be going, you changed your mind. You never passed up a chance to see Hina; the two of you have gotten exceedingly close ever since you and Draken started dating a year or so ago, and you were so happy to have found another girl dating a Toman member to call a friend.

As you stared in the mirror getting ready for the occasion, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to open your drawer and pull out your makeup bag that rarely sees the light of day. You picked up the tube of mascara, turning it over in your hand a couple times while you thought it over. Maybe eyeshadow and eyeliner would be too much, but a little mascara and a hint of blush couldn’t hurt, right?

You applied the makeup to your eyelashes, careful not to get any on your eyelid. Meanwhile, you heard the shower shut off, immediately followed by your blonde boyfriend emerging. He wrapped the towel around his waist after drying off when he noticed what you were doing. “Are you...putting on makeup?” He asked, not believing what he was seeing.

Screwing the bottle shut, you looked at him in the mirror. “Just a little mascara and some blush, nothing too crazy.” You said, opening the pink compact and grabbing a fluffy brush.

As you swiped the powder over the tops of your cheeks, Draken came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss into your hair. “You know you don’t need that shit.”

“I know...I just thought since we’re going to a fancy place to eat, might as well look the part, right?” You quickly finished up, smoothing down your straightened hair you spent so long perfecting and turning around, giving him a brief kiss. “Come on, you gotta get dressed; we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave soon.”

The conversation had gotten to a point where you were bored out of your mind. You had your elbow propped up on the table, head rested in your hand while your other hand was placed innocently on Draken’s thigh. He was so caught up in the conversation he hadn’t even noticed you placed it there 15 minutes ago.

“All I’m saying is those guys seem shady as hell.” Your boyfriend spoke, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m sure they could help us out. Besides, it’d be a lie if you said we didn’t do shady shit either, Ken.” Takemichi spoke up. “Inui seems nice enough.”

Draken just rolled his eyes. Mikey was the one to speak next. “Anyone from 10th gen Black Dragons needs to be looked into thoroughly before we even think about talking with them.”

You shared a bored expression with Hinata, who sat beside you, drumming her fingers on the tablecloth. It’s only been 20 minutes since you’ve gotten here - you haven’t even been served the appetizers and already you were wanting to leave. Of course, you wanted to be supportive of Draken, but then again, there’s a reason you aren’t in Toman.

Staring off mindlessly, you rubbed your thumb across the fabric of your boyfriend’s trousers; what would have been a tender display of affection was turned into something much more lewd in your mind. You couldn’t help your wandering hand graze along the plane of his thigh, closer to something far more interesting than the conversation at hand. Ever so gently, you brushed your fingers against his crotch, immediately feeling him stiffen.

If you didn’t have his attention before, you surely did now.

He shot you a look, one that said don’t even think about it, princess. But you just bat your long eyelashes at him, innocent as ever, continuing your teasing.

You were at the dinner table, with all the execs in Toman; what on earth were you thinking? You were careful not to make anything too obvious, hiding everything beneath the tablecloth hanging off the side of the table, and your movements were impossible to notice to anyone else besides you and Draken. This was so out of character for you; first you decide to wear makeup, and now you’re teasing your boyfriend in public, and purposefully disobeying his silent order to stop? It's as if this side of you had sat dormant all your life, and now for whatever reason, it's deciding to take over.

If it weren’t for the escalating voices traveling across the round table, you would’ve been able to hear Draken’s quiet grunthe released as he shifted in his seat, trying anything to get away from your teasing fingers.

But it wasn’t enough, you continued to play with him, even going so far as to cup your hand over his bulge, squeezing a little and sighing at how nicely he hardened beneath you.

Before you could make another move, he tilted his head down by your ear. “Bathroom, now. I’ll be right behind you.”

His voice was low and the command went straight to your pussy. You waited a moment before sliding out from your chair. You rested a hand on the back of your seat as everyone looked up at you. “I need to use the restroom.” You stated to no one in particular.

Mikey nodded, gesturing with the glass in his hand. “It’s back by the bar.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Hina asked sweetly.

You shook your head. “No, thanks though.”

Your feet carried you far to the back of the restaurant, finding yourself in the private family restroom and leaning against the door. Heart racing, you couldn’t help but smile at your actions tonight. You enjoyed playing this little game with Draken, and you knew he was going to punish you in some way, which you never denied.

However, you didn’t know exactly what kind of punishment was waiting for you.

Back at the table, Draken barely spoke another word as he waited for enough time to pass for no suspicion to arise. Finally, Hina was the one to inquire about your absence. “___’s been gone a while, maybe I should go check on her...” She thought aloud, about to get up out of her chair to make sure her friend was alright.

Draken stopped her, though. “No, I’ll go see how she’s doing. She's not been feeling 100% herself lately.” He spoke at a volume he thought was quiet enough for only Hina to hear, but he was mistaken.

“You finally knocked her up, eh Kennie?” Mikey teased across the table.

He shot his friend a threatening look. “Like I’d be the dumbass to knock someone up.”

You waited patiently in the bathroom, back resting against the door as you waited for Draken. After a few minutes, you finally heard a few light knocks on the door. “Princess?”

You barely had a chance to unlock the door and he was already inside with you, taking you by the shoulders and switching places with you, forcing you back against the door. “You think it’s funny to pull that shit in front of my friends, princess? You think just because you’re cute you can get away with that?” He asked, so close to you your noses were practically touching.

Strong fingers found your neck without missing a beat, quick to squeeze just tight enough to have you dizzy. “I asked you a question, princess.”

“Ken!” You gasped, holding onto his arm as if your life depended on it.

His grip tightened, and you whimpered in response. “What, you don’t want me to leave too many marks on you this time? Don’t wanna go back to the table looking like a little whore?”

“Daddy…” You croaked, digging your nails into his flesh.

He paused for a moment, letting go of his grip. “On your knees, now.” He demanded, nimble fingers working at undoing the belt around his waist.

Your hands reached up meekly to aid him, but he swatted them away. “Don’t touch, you don’t deserve to touch me. You’re just my little fucktoy, got it?”

“‘M sorry daddy,” you whined, placing your hands on your thighs, entirely exposed from your short skirt riding up.

He shoved his pants and briefs down, revealing his hard dick. Wrapping his long fingers around it, he brought it to your face, tapping his head on either cheek. He finally tapped it against your lips. “Open.”

You did as he told, opening just enough for him to slide his cock in and immediately wrapping your lips around his girth. Mindful to keep your teeth tucked away, you gagged a little when he forced his length into your mouth, tip immediately hitting the back of your throat.

Draken wasted no time in finding a harsh pace of fucking into your face, making sure to edge himself further and further down your throat with every thrust. He grabbed a handful of your hair, jerking your head back and forth along his shaft. You were completely under his control, useless to the incessant speed of his long cock pumping in and out of you.

“Relax for me, princess.” He pushed your head further down along his dick so your nose touched his pelvis. He was fully in your throat now, contracting around his painfully hard dick and causing tears to prick at your eyes. “Fuck, princess, you feel so good around me.”

The pressure was too much; you grabbed onto his hips and removed him from your mouth. Instantly, you felt a heavy hand against your face, whipping your head to the side.

“Is my dick too much for my little slut, huh?” He asked darkly, taking his cock covered in spit and running in across your lips again. It may have been sick, but you absolutely loved when he talked to you this way. Your panties were already hopelessly soaked before this, but as soon as his hand came in contact with your face, you could’ve came right then and there.

You were grateful for the second he gave your throat a rest, because as soon as your lips parted, he was inside you again. Back to the same relentless pace as before, though this time your throat was much more sensitive from the previous deep throating. The tears were welling up in your eyes again; you forced them shut when his grip on your hair tightened, sending streams of your tears down your face.

“Shit, princess, you look so pretty.” Your boyfriend moaned above you. You looked up at him, glassy eyed and makeup running down your face. He brought his free hand up to wipe your damp cheek. “Such pretty little tears.”

You tried bobbing your head along his dick, but as soon as you started, he placed both hands on the back of your head, forcing himself into your throat once again.

“That’s it, princess, take it, take my fucking cock like the slut you are.” He groaned, feeling his dick twitch in your throat. You swallowed around him, loving the whimper that pulled out of him. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

You swallowed again but he quickly pulled out of your throat, fucking himself into your mouth a few more times. “Gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours-” He said, taking his cock out of your mouth entirely, harshly pumping himself over your face as you waited beneath him, tongue lolled out of your mouth and staring up at him with hungry eyes.

Before you knew it, his thick, hot spurts of cum were shooting out of his dick, covering your face, some landing in your mouth. You licked up whatever landed around your mouth, swallowing his seed down with the biggest smile on your face. You kitten licked at his sensitive tip, making sure to clean up any spit or cum that dribbled out of his slit.

Draken looked down at you. “What a fucking slut.” He chuckled, putting himself back in his pants.

“Yeah, but I’m your fucking slut, daddy.” You teased back at him, getting up from the cold tile floor and walking over to the sink. You were mortified when you saw yourself in the mirror. Covered in your boyfriends cum, black tears streaming all the way from your eyes down to your naked clavicle, your hair that you had spent so much time straightening now a rat’s nest. “Draken!” You screeched, now realizing the consequences of your actions.

“You asked for this, princess.” He said, reaching for some paper towels for you to clean up with.

He helped wipe away his cum, but the mascara smudged beneath your eyes was a whole other story. You desperately tried scrubbing the dark tears off your skin, but as soon as you tried cleaning up the mess around your eyes, you only seemed to make matters worse.

“Can’t you just wash it all off?” Your boyfriend suggested.

You shook your head. “It’s makeup, it doesn’t come off easily, you’re supposed to use makeup remover. Shit…” You said, looking back in the mirror and trying your best to clean up the smudges to look halfway presentable. Despite your efforts, though, it still was very evident what had happened in the bathroom.

Draken kissed your temple. “I still think you look hot.”

“Of course you do.” You said, rolling your eyes at him. You pulled your skirt back down over your ass and thighs, smoothed your hair down a little, and put on a brave face as you fled the restroom, your boyfriend following closely behind.

Sitting back down at the crowded table, you avoided any and all eye contact and instead found solace in the plethora of appetizers waiting for your return.

Silence had fallen over the table as Draken took his seat next to you, all the boys (and Hina) staring at your disheveled appearance. You could feel their eyes burning into you, but not a word was spoken.

Draken grabbed the bottle of wine in front of him and turned to you, smiling at how cute you looked having just been destroyed in the restroom. He glanced around the table filled with his friends. “More wine, anyone?”

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marvelsbanner · 3 years

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Part of a Team

Summary: Wanda is the newest Avengers recruit and she’s having a hard time finding her place in this new life- maybe she can find it in you?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x y/n, you

Warnings: Brief mention of death and blood, minor language (if you squint theres kind of compromising situations? nothing outright sexual)

Word Count: ~2700

A/N: Reblogs, likes, and comments are VERY much appreciated, all mistakes are my own! xx

**I don't own marvel and if I did Natasha would be alive**

Something was wrong. You were just in Strucker’s lab- just on the trail of one of the enhanced twins. The alarms were going off around you and your boots clanged on the metal floor- before you froze in your place, a red haze overtaking you and suddenly you were thrown into the daylight.

You felt tingles run through your veins and down your spine; your head throbbed. You felt vulnerable, seen. What the hell is going on-

You’re in the forest, you think. No- there are rocks. Big rocks-

Focus.

No, not rocks. Graves. Gravestones. Where the hell are you?

You drag your heavy feet over to the nearest, it takes a moment for your vision to focus.

Who’s grave? Who’s grave? Oh god. No no no- this, this can’t be-

Natasha Romanoff.

You felt like throwing up. This couldn’t be real. You dragged yourself to another stone situated nearby: Clint Barton. Beloved husband, father, and friend.

It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were just there with them. You were just there.

Your body jerks as cold hands grab your shoulders and spin your body to face them-

Steve.

You throw your arms around his neck, “STEVE! Oh god Steve! You’re okay- you’re.. cold” you feel something wet and sticky on your hand, pulling it back and seeing red. So much red.

“Steve..” you quickly stumble back, tripping in the process. It’s then you see- it’s too late. His body was grey and lifeless. He falls onto his knees and then collapses totally. You scream and scramble backwards, head hitting another gravestone in the process.

You turn to face it, to read another name of one of the team members you’ve come to call family- but it's not one of theirs. It’s yours.

It’s your name. A graveyard for the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Suddenly your body jolts and you take a sharp intake of breath- your ears are pounding. Everything hurts. But you see her- the enhanced. She’s looking at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s not fear, it’s not anger.. Pity? Empathy? You can’t look away from her, the glowing red eyes capturing you as their prey.

And then there was black.

A few weeks later and you’re back at the tower. Things have changed- the entire world has changed, really. The battle opened up new doors- literal new doors to new realms- that the world had previously thought impossible.

The team had expanded, with Steve’s friend Sam joining the team, as well as Vision, the synthezoid that helped the team to defeat Ultron.

There was also her.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the enhanced twins from Strucker’s experiments, you eventually learned. It was voluntary, but after learning about her backstory you think you would have done the same in her place.

She lost her brother- Pietro- in the battle and she took it hard. She didn’t come out of her room when she could help it. Clint was rather protective over her, maybe it was the fatherly figure coming out of him- maybe he was feeling guilt over being the one Pietro sacrificed himself to save. Either way, he was able to get her out of the room a few times and get her to eat. Vision also struck up a strange friendship with the girl- but then again, Vision was easy company, and rather empathetic for a synthezoid.

Everybody took a hit from when Wanda messed with their heads, some more than others.

You didn’t talk for a week.

Didn’t even talk with Clint’s kids when they wanted to play with you.

You didn’t hold it against her. She proved what a valuable asset she was to the team as she fought alongside the group. She did what she thought was right at the time, and that’s not something you could hold against anybody.

Ever since the Battle, Wanda has been staying in the Avengers facilities with the rest of the group, an official Avenger, but you could tell she was still uneasy around the team. She only talked when she was directly talked to and didn't come out of her room but for a few times a day for food and training, sometimes not even then.

And then there was you.

She seemed to avoid you like the plague. You weren’t even sure you two made eye contact for the entire first few weeks she was there.

At first you thought she just didn’t like you, that something about you rubbed her the wrong way, or something you had done had offended her.

But it was her eyes that gave it away- the same soft look that she gave you right after exploring the deepest and darkest parts of your mind that day at Strucker’s lab. She knew from the second it happened that she had hit a deep nerve, and she would continue to give you that damn look every time she thought you didn't notice her.

But you always did.

You couldn’t help it, the way you were drawn to her. She reminded you so much of yourself before joining the team, broken, and alone in your head. You wanted to know her. You wanted to be there for her, be someone to her, you didn’t want her to keep walking on eggshells around you.

And so, you told her.

You found her in the kitchen late one night. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a garnet tank top with a plain gray robe overtop. Her hair was a mess, roughly shoved into a ponytail and her hands were cupped around a mug. She was blowing on what looked to be dandelion tea, and as you got closer the fragrant earthy smell confirmed your suspicions.

She looked adorable.

And slightly startled to find you alone with her.

“Evening” you said as a greeting as you made your way to the counter top.

She gave a tight-lipped half smile with a timid “Hi” before going back to blowing on her tea. She made a slight movement that looked like she was going to try to slip away before you continued,

“You did really well in training the other day. Cap can’t give you enough praise” you say, taking a seat on one of the counter barstools.

She looks puzzled for a moment over your attempt at small talk before getting out a “Thank you.”

You both stood there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other, feeling the air grow thicker with each second ticking by.

“I like the pajamas” you say with a small smirk. You yourself were still dressed for the day in your leather jacket and black jeans. You could have sworn you saw flush creep up her neck before she swallowed it down with a sip of her tea.

There was another silent moment as she gave you a quizzical look, “I don’t quite understand what’s happening here.” She says with a vague hand gesture to the space between them.

You gave a slight chuckle, it was very on-brand for Wanda to be straight to the point.

“Look, Wanda,” You rotated your body on the stool to face her more comfortably,

“I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not looking. You avoid me at any given opportunity, I actually think this has been the most words we’ve exchanged in your whole time living here.”

She raised her ducked head to look you in the eyes and gave a small shake to her head, “I don’t understand.”

You don’t break eye contact, but simply offer a small smile as you reply “I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. And I don’t hold anything from that day against you. All is forgiven, and I would like to move past that. I understand you believed everything you were doing was for the right reasons, and the only thing that it shows me is your dedication and loyalty to a greater cause. Even if it was the wrong one at the time.”

She looked shocked, to say the least. Her mouth slightly opening and closing as she pondered what to say in response.

“You all should be afraid of me. You see the chaos I’ve created and you think you know what I can do,” her voice caught before she continued, “But the truth is I don't even know what i'm capable of. I don’t belong here.” she says softly.

You give a sad smile before slipping off of the stool and moving closer to her.

“We all thought that, at one point or another. We’ve got a whole freak circus here, we’ve got more baggage than Delta flies in a year- that's, that's uh, an airline. My bad.” You elaborate after she gives you a puzzled look, holding back a smile at your stuttered explanation.

“Aaand I ruined the moment.” You give a small chuckle, before continuing “But my point still stands. Nobody belongs here more or less than anyone else. We’re all just here, that's the truth of the matter. We’re just a bunch of unlucky misfits trying to figure out how to work as a team. Just give it a try, and maybe you’ll find you fit in better than you imagined you would.”

At some point during your speech you had moved close enough to take her hand, and you look down at it now, blushing before going to move it away.

Before you could, she gives your hand a squeeze before moving in to place a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you, y/n.”

And with that she slips away to her room, leaving you alone with your racing heart and her lukewarm mug of tea.

The next morning you found yourself awake bright and early for another morning training session with Nat and Steve- but you had a guest this time.

“Wanda” you greeted, which she returned with a timid “Good morning.”

“I’m glad you could make it” you say, sincerely.

“I decided to take your advice.” She replies with the smallest smile pulling at her lips.

The two of you stood there for a moment, just taking each other in before Steve cleared his throat, “Alright, we should get started then. Wanda, I'll spar with you to start. Nat, you take y/n. Try not to kill each other, please.” He said with a humored smile.

You make your way towards the corner with Nat on your heels. She gives you a quizzical look with a raised brow, glancing between you and Wanda. You roll your eyes and shake your head, only responding with a pointed “Later,” before your legs sweep under hers and an arm wraps around her torso, flipping you both to the ground and landing with you on top of her.

“Using my own move against me, that’s a low blow y/n.” You both laugh, and you barely respond with a “I learned from the best” before she wraps a leg around your waist and grabs your wrists with one hand, flipping you over and pinning you to the ground. She winks and replies “Damn right you did.”

It went like that for another half an hour, the two of you going back and forth battling for the upper hand. Natasha was the one who had trained you since the beginning, and you could almost say you were near her equal now. Well, you could at least give her a run for her money in a spar.

The two of you were panting and glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed from the exercise when she gave you a mischievous wink and called out to the other two, “Hey grandpa, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked by y/n for the day. I want someone easy, come spar with me”

If looks could kill, the look you were giving her would have the assassin dead on the floor.

Steve only looked amused, grabbing a towel to wipe his own sweat as he responded “Bring it on, Romanoff. Try not to break anything, though. I’ve been told they want my bones for the Smithsonian” Nat rolled her eyes and gave a pointedly fake laugh before they made their way to the other side of the gym, leaving you and Wanda alone.

“Hi” you greeted. She responded with a small smile and a “Hi” in return.

She looked as though she were still catching her breath, the rise and fall of her chest was noticeably fast and her face was still adorned with a glisten of sweat and pretty pink flush.

The same flush you saw from her last night, standing in the kitchen with the dim light around her.

Oh God you were in deep now.

“Nat and I were just wrestling around, hand to hand combat kind of stuff, but I see you and Steve were boxing so it's up to you what you’d like to do.” you say quickly.

“Well.. I do have this,” She waves her hand to show her flicker of red powers “for missions, so I don’t think I really need that kind of training.” She says with a smirk, “But I admit, you seem like a good teacher. Maybe.. some basics?”

She was pushing it. Pushing at this, the same way you were pushing last night. Alright, maybe you could run with this.

You give her a teasing smile, “Alright then. We’ll start slowly. May I?” You ask, reaching out for her, but not quite touching.

“By all means” she says, and you can feel the familiar flush creeping up your neck again. You release a puff of breath and shake yourself out of your thoughts before stepping closer to Wanda, and in one fluid motion you had one leg behind hers, your left arm resting against her upper chest and your other at the small of her back, pushing her flush against yourself.

You could hear the small gasp she let out, smirking to yourself.

“This is a simple take down, easy to get out of, but good for beginning. Now i'm just gonna pull you down as slowly as I can-”

You bring her left leg out from under her and carefully let the two of you sink to the floor, leaving you straddled on top of her and pinning her arms to the ground. The air suddenly felt a lot warmer.

You meet her eyes, breath hitching as you feel her pulse quicken beneath your touch.

You clear your throat and begin again, “Like I said before, it’s easy to get out of, but you want to keep the element of surprise. Use your opponent's body weight against them, if you can twist your wrist to slip it out of their grip and use your hips to to flip-”

Before you could even finish she had you pinned beneath her, wind knocked out of you from the impact.

“Like that?” she said, looking down at you through hooded eyes, thick accent teasing- flirting?

You were suddenly very aware of your close proximity and compromising position- flush against each other with her hips straddling your waist; close enough to feel her rapid heartbeat.

“Yeah- that was- that was good” you sputtered out, barely able to hear yourself over the rapid beating of your own heart. Or maybe it was hers- you aren't sure you could tell the difference between up and down right now.

She gave a proud smirk and opened her mouth to say something before a certain synthezoid floated through the gym walls, clueless to the moment he was interrupting.

“Mr. Stark requests a team meeting and would like you to meet him in the conference room.” He said simply before turning and leaving through the wall again.

Wanda gave you a look that seemed to say we’ll finish this later and moved off of you. You missed the heat of her body immediately.

She offered you a hand up and you gladly took it, the two of you walking side by side in silence to the meeting, shoulders bumping and small smiles shared between you two as you think to yourself that maybe you could get used to this.

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nickiminajithequeenofrap · 2 years

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title: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Quackitiee x reader

(might be a series i might actually continue)

(warnings: use of quackity's real name i think that's it feel free to tell me if theres more)

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Alex had been ignoring me for about a 2 weeks now it's either he's busy or visiting dream in the prison he hasn't said a word to me other than " im off to work " or " i have to visit dream " at this point I'm being suspicious of him, I've asked foolish if he had seen quackity working in the casino lately he said he hasn't l, so it was either he's actually visiting dream.

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(there was supposed to be a read more thingy here but Tumblr mobile is bitch ass hoebag fuckin fuggly ass)

I've been with quackity since the start i was there for him when he was at his lowest, i was there to see him become the man he is now, so it hurts seeing him ignoring me like I'm stranger.

I felt like i don't even exist to him, like i was just a person he runs to when he needs something

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Then it happened, all my questions we're answered that night.

-- flashback --

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It was 6:12pm the sun was setting usually I'd be watching it with him while he whispers sweet things to my ear

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met y/n, if you weren't here I'd probably be lost, You're the reason why i wake up and no one can ever change that i love you pretty girl."

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I decided to visit the casino i haven't been there much recently. I walked in the casino and was greeted by the roses quackity had order to display in the casino, he said he wanted the whole casino covered in roses because they were my favourite flowers and because every time he sees them, he thinks of me.

I was walking towards quackity's office when Charlie stopped me " Ms y/n quackity from las nevadas isn't in his office, he's currently at the restaurant" i nodded and thanked him.

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I started heading towards the restaurant and saw him He was giving a girl I've never seen before a rose

a girl someone would say is prettier than me, a girl who looked like everything I've always thought i lacked she was beautiful.

Quackity was talking about how he hasn't been seeing her lately.

"It's been a while since I've seen you *chuckles you haven't been here lately." The woman then responded with a smile "you literally just visited me yesterday my love" which he then responded "i know but it felt like forever waiting for you to come back here" he leaned down to give her a kiss, just like what he used to do but with me.

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I couldn't bare to watch anymore and ran out all the way to exit of las nevadas till collapsed beside the sign and started bawling my eyes out i cried for minutes until i heard something i came to my senses and pulled out my axe

'i-it can't be'

"Such a shame you two were such a match since the beginning *smiles" i stared at him with suprise and pointed my axe right at his neck until out of nowhere he started laughing and said "That's not really a nice way to greet an old friend isn't it y/n" while tucking my hair behind my ear i dropped my weapon out of shocked "you really are alive now aren't you wilbur." i said he then responded "well.. i came back for you after all"

#quackity angst #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #wilbur soot x reader

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ange1s · 3 years

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cherry emoji - mark lee

synopsis: in which mark asks to see your boobs, and the idea you had of your relationship is thrown up in the air.

wc: 3.6k

genre: this is so fluffy it hurts, some angst but nothing crazy

tw: suggestive themes (boobs), swearing

playlist: pluto projector by rex orange county, ivy by frank ocean, tapestry by bruno major

a/n: guess whos back ,, back again ,,, ange1s back ,,, tell a friend,,,, also this is unedited so i'm sorry if theres a mistake :')

my anon asks are open !! feel free to ask me anything or request something <3

“i have a weird question.” mark says timidly. you’re sat on the floor, your back against his bed playing a rhythm game on your phone. he is sat at his desk, parallel to his bed, but with the rolling chair swivelled around to face you straight ahead. you don’t look up.

“hmm.” you hum, focused on the game.

mark swallows. “can i see your boobs?”

you drop your phone into your lap, forgetting about the game. you look up at him, straight into his eyes, and you giggle.

“wait, what?”

mark avoids your eyes almost fearfully, as if you were a detective questioning him for a crime. “can i see your boobs?” softer, this time.

you let out a shallow laugh. “don’t you watch porn? there are boobs there.”

mark blushes. “no! i mean, yes i do, but not real boobs.”

you cross your arms under your boobs on purpose, just to push them up a little higher to drive him nuts. mark sits back in his chair in frustration.

“so you think women aren’t real? that all boobs in porn are fake? jeez mark i thought you cared about women-“

“no! that’s not what i meant!” he says, exasperated. he continues to avoid eye contact with you. “of course i don’t think-“

you laugh again, keeling over. “relax mark, i know you don’t think all women are plastic.”

“look, there’s nothing wrong with being plastic, women can do whatever they-“ mark speaks quickly and nervously as if he were on trial.

“shut up minhyung,” you cut him off with a softer, more serious tone. “why do you want to see my boobs? you’re famous and cute. you could instantly find boobs wherever you go.”

he chuckles. “the word boob is so funny.”

“not the point, minhyung!”

he leans back over, the embarrassment slowly washing away. “stop calling me minhyung!”

“never, minhyung!” you retort without even thinking. you stand up to sit on his bed, now at eye level with him. “now, explain.”

“i… i dunno. i’ve just never seen boobs before. like, in person.”

you look directly at him, brain not even thinking anymore. words just fly out of your mouth with ease. “were you breastfed?”

“y/n!” he exclaims out of frustration. the embarrassment fizzles back in. he throws his head to the back of his chair and covers his eyes with his palm dramatically. he runs his hand down his face, tugging on the soft skin as it travels down. as his hand makes it back down to his lap, you giggle a little louder. “my mom’s boobs don’t fucking count. god, you made me think of my mom’s boobs. what the fuck?”

“sorry,” you manage in between giggles. “sorry, this is so funny.”

“this is impossible. i knew i shouldn’t have asked you.” mark pulls himself out of the chair and heads for the door, but you’re just as fast as him.

“now wait…” you grab his wrist to keep him from leaving. a wave of guilt washes over you. “i was just kidding.”

“were you? you didn’t sound like you were.” he says, his face still turned away from yours.

he sounds strangely hurt. “mark, are you okay?”

mark turns to face you and he looks defeated. he slumps down on the floor next to you, his knees up near his chest and his head in his hands.

“mark…”

“they were making fun of me.”

“who?”

“my friends! they were making fun of me. god, i sound like such an idiot now, whining about my friends like this, oh my god. i sound like a child.”

you rest your elbow on his shoulder giving your hand access to run through his soft, black hair. “you don’t sound like a child. you’re allowed to get upset.”

you take note at how the air shifted in the room. how quickly you focused and listened. you’re only like this around mark. with him, conversations can shift in an instant to anything. you understand each other on a deep, personal level. it’s something you don’t think you’ll ever have with another person for your entire life. maybe your soulmate. honestly? you can only dream to have this sort of connection with your soulmate, a connection so alive and so full of trust. is it even possible to have this with someone else? the fact that mark can make you think about how much he trusts you during a conversation about boobs is something only mark can make you feel. no one else. just him.

has it always been just him?

“it’s so stupid though. one minute lucas is bugging me about the fact that i’m a virgin and i’ve never seen boobs before and the next minute i’m on the floor of my bedroom with you, still not having seen any boobs mind you, nearly crying. damn. this is the lowest point i will ever reach.”

you push his hands away from his face and place your hands on his cheeks instead. “mark, please don’t cry. i hate it when you cry.”

the last time you saw mark cry was a month ago after watching a disney movie. seeing him cry just makes you cry, and since you were already crying, you just cried harder. seeing you cry makes him cry too, so he cried harder as well. the two of you just cried together until your heads hurt, to which you both took tylenols and tried to dance it off.

“i’m pathetic. insecure and pathetic.”

this is when you realize that there is more depth to his feelings than you thought.

“look, mark, i’ll show you my boobs. i trust you. i’m honestly surprised you haven’t seen them accidentally yet since i’ve known you for so long.” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. didn‘t work. “but i get the feeling that there’s more to this then just boobs.”

mark never really vented to you like this before. despite how close you are, he still kept things from you growing up, as a teenage boy does. you never took offense to this, as you kept plenty from him too. he never quite talked about his insecurities, his fears. he didn’t want to burden you with them. mark, so sweet and thoughtful. maybe too much for his own good. he needs to learn to share things.

he's starting to, though.

it takes him a while to speak, avoiding your eyes entirely. he speaks lowly, as if he was scared to tell the world what he was about to say.

“it��s just… everything about this sucks. everything. i’m kinda scared to tell you things, which can make us drift apart because we lose trust. then again, if i do tell you things, i’m scared it’ll freak you out and i’ll lose you. those are both bad endings. then, i’m scared to put myself out into the world. like, lucas is telling me to just find someone. go out, ask for a number, have a good time, live like someone in their 20s should be living. i can’t really do it though. every time i try, i choke. lucas once tried to set me up, you remember that, right?”

“yeah, that was the girl who stood you up.”

“yeah. it’s awful. every time i try it fails. i’ve been trying to get to the bottom of why it fails every single time but i just couldn’t. but then, i realized.” he shifts and faces you causing your hands to fall off his face and into your lap. “when i came home after being stood up, i wasn’t sad. i forgot the moment i left the restaurant. i texted lucas that the date didn’t happen and just shut my phone off and went to your place. i wasn’t sad because i knew i had you. i knew that you were going to make me feel better and that made it all go away.” he pauses. “you know? sometimes i get worried that i put too much on you. you’re my happiness, my relaxation, my joy. i worry sometimes that you’ll suffocate because i take so much from being with you. i keep this in the back of my head all the time because i just don’t want you to go. ever.”

holy shit.

“mark…”

“let me finish. i talked about this with lucas, and he told me that i can let myself be selfish sometimes. he said that i can want this that… that i can want you. i can think about you and how you make me happy and i can want that happiness yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and the day after. shit, i care about you more than anything. my heart swells and my stomach gets all these annoying little butterflies when i think of you. it’s fucking crazy. and now, today, here i am. you know, lucas, jaemin and i were talking about girls and boobs and fuck i don’t know, jaemin said that i just had to get that intimacy with someone. and it just fucking clicked. the only person i want to be intimate with is you and i’m thinking now that maybe i was stupid for asking to see your boobs. which is so stupid, i could’ve just asked to kiss you or share a bed with you or i don’t know. i’m really sorry if that was gross of me. i just wasn’t thinking. it’s so damn hard to think straight when it comes to you. i just really want to be closer to you, however that might be.”

your heart races at a speed that doctors would deem impossible. you don’t know what to think or where to look. you feel like you’re going to explode. though, if you explode, he’ll probably explode too. that wouldn’t be good.

mark looks down. he fills with regret. he doesn’t think he should've said that. maybe you'll hate him now. maybe you’ve never felt this way about him before.

you inhale slowly, trying to convince your lungs that breathing is normal and not something that can just stop when hearing speeches like this.

what is the proper thing to say? mark i love you? but do you love him? everything is so confusing right now. of course you love him, but you never considered love in this way. can i kiss you? too forward? but he wants intimacy, and you want it too. i feel the same way? boring. you can do better. mark, and his way with words. so beautiful. how do you compete? mark, you’re beautiful. mark is so beautiful. you try so hard to compose the words. maybe too hard. maybe it’s okay to go with option 3.

now, they just flow out. “mark… i think i feel the same way you do. i don’t know it’s just- i’ve always felt some sort of way toward you. something is so special about you. i spent years trying to decipher it, thinking it was just something platonic or brotherly or i dunno. i just never considered… this. i don’t even know what to call this. but it feels right. you’ve always felt right.”

he has. and he always will. he looks at you so lovingly, his enamoured gaze stuck on you. you can’t look up at him, but he watches you.

you continue. “fuck, i don’t know what to say. i’m so… god.” you run your fingers through your hair, as if to comb your brain in search for the right words. “i think you’re so beautiful. everything about you. and i’m so fucking grateful to have someone as amazing as you in my life. i don’t know what i did to deserve someone like you, and i feel like i really don’t deserve you. but it feels right. to be with you. to be alone with you. it’s just right.”

you let a little tear trickle down your cheek. you know if you look up at him, you’ll probably cry harder. you know this well, yet you look up.

“i don’t know what i did to deserve you either.” mark sighs. it’s his turn to wipe your tears now.

“so… what is this? what… are we?” you ask, melting into his hand, which somehow feels softer on your face.

“i don’t know. we can be whatever you want us to be.”

you playfully punch his shoulder, his hands sliding off your cheeks. “come on, you know i hate it when you say that.”

he gets defensive. “and you know i hate it when you hit me! you have a strong hand, yanno? shit!”

you laugh at him, clearing the last unwanted tear off your cheek with the pad of your thumb. “what can i say? gained strength from all those pillow fights over the years.”

“yeah, pillow fights i won.”

“shut up! you know i won the one at jeno’s party!”

mark laughs aloud. your favourite sound. “yeah, because everyone was drunk and you were still on your second drink. it was a very unevenly matched fight!”

“i still won!” you cross your arms and sit up straight as if you assert dominance over the conversation. who are you kidding? it’s all a joke anyways.

you crack after a moment and both of you erupt in a fit of giggles. his head falls into the crook of your neck, and it feels right. it’s almost as if your skin buzzed. you don’t know why, he’s done this many times before. but now, it’s different. the air has shifted again, so quickly. only with mark.

when he comes off of your neck, you stand up. you walk up to the door of his room, and lock it.

“y/n, what-“

you sit on his bed. “can’t have someone walk in while you’re ogling at my boobs, right? i know you and you’d never be able to live that down.”

mark is quick to stand up in defence. “what? no, we don’t have to do that anymore. i said my piece and im over the boob thing and-“

“shut up mark. you know you want to. and i kinda wanna show you too.”

he sits down on the bed across from you without another word but before either of you can move, he speaks again. “wait, kinda? please don’t feel obligated. only do this if you’re-“

“minhyung, please! i want to, ok? i really appreciate how you’re taking care of me but it’s fine. i trust you, and you trust me, right?”

he swallows hard. “right.”

“okay, perfect.” you pull your shirt off over your head, leaving you in your bra. if this was with any other boy, you’d be self conscious about literally everything: the bra you chose, the shape of your body, the hair in the places you let grow out. with mark, none of it matters now. he’s seen you in bathing suits before, this isn’t much different. and knowing how much he cares for you anyways, you know his head is clouded with praise and nothing less. his brain is working so fast right now, he probably won’t even register any imperfections.

“can i take your bra off?” mark sputters out as if he were holding onto the words for hours. “or wait, fuck-“

“yes, you can.”

he is almost shocked at your answer, and it shows. mark’s hands move slowly, his skin slightly cold as he grazes your skin. he leans in unbelievably close to wrap his arms around you to reach your back. he feels your breath on his chin, and your beautiful eyes look so sweet as you look up at him. when he finds the clasp, he kisses your nose as he pulls away, your bra coming back with him. you straighten your arms so the straps fall right off, showing your boobs.

mark is shocked. flabbergasted, even. his jaw almost drops in a shameless, teenaged boy way.

“dang. they’re so cute.”

you scoff. “cute? first boobs of your life and all you have to say is cute?”

“well what else can i say? i am not very well versed in the vast vocabulary that exists to describe your boobs.” he chuckles. “jeez, why is the word boob so fucking funny?”

you can’t help but smile timidly alongside him. that is what mark does, he makes you feel safe no matter what the situation. mark is always worried about you, worried if you are feeling comfortable and if you are okay with what is going on. he never wants things to be tense when you are around, because he hates to see you upset.

right now, you are the opposite of upset.

“y/n,” he brings your attention back to him. you hum in response. “can i touch?”

you freeze for a moment, and nod timidly. mark scoots a little bit closer, and reaches out with his right hand to gently cup your left breast. his hand is warm, and your skin needs a second to adjust to his temperature. he squeezes the flesh in the absolute slightest way, and quickly brings his hand back. he laughs almost exasperated.

“oh my god, it’s squishy? boobs are squishy?! why did that never register in my head?” he laughs loudly, as if he had just discovered something monumental.

“you’re just finding out now? oh my god mark, that’s common knowledge!”

mark looks down, his cheeks red from laughing. “dang, i’m so touch starved that i never knew until now that boobs are squishy. insanity.”

“the more you bring it up, the sadder it gets.” you reply.

he looks up at you with scrunched eyebrows. “don’t be mean. can i touch again?”

“yes, you can.”

mark cups your left boob with his right hand again, this time running his thumb softly over the supple skin. he doesn’t know what his limits are yet. can he go further? can he touch other parts of your boobs? can he touch other parts of your body? he is scared of going too fast and scaring you. mark is doing his very best today to be as careful as possible, as this is probably, remarkably, the best day of his life so far.

he pushes his index finger into your boob gently to poke it, and you laugh softly. at this point, you are just looking down at mark’s hand on your body. honestly, the fact that he isn’t doing anything is almost relaxing.

you look at how slowly his finger moves, like your skin is made up of the most delicate material in the world. he holds you with such care, such control. it is a feeling you want to feel again, and again, and again.

mark inhales slowly. he wants to go further. he wants more. he doesn’t know how you feel yet, but he will wait for you every step of the way.

but just as he opens his mouth, he hears a thud on his door. “mark hyung, we’re home! is y/n here? come eat with us!”

you both jump, as jaemin’s loud voice destroys the entire atmosphere. mark turns a cute shade of pink almost immediately, and takes his hand off of your skin. you are surprised at first, but lose all tension as you watch mark’s reaction. the poor boy is so embarrassed, but even more upset at how shortly your time was cut off. you laugh as he grabs your bra and tries to put it back on you. unfortunately, he cannot figure out how to close the back shut.

“i’m here! we’ll be there in a sec.” you shout, sparing mark from saying something stupid. you clip your bra straps together, and pull your shirt back on.

mark looks upset. “i’m so sorry they cut us off. they were supposed to be out all day, fuck. i’m sorry-”

“mark, baby, it’s okay. you didn’t know. besides, this isn’t ending here.”

mark looks up at you. “baby?”

“oh gosh, i don’t know where that came from. i’m sorry.”

“no no, its cute. i like it. baby. it just…”

“makes sense?”

he nods. “yeah. this makes sense. it really does.”

mark’s heart pounds in his chest as he takes your hands in his. today, they feel softer, warmer. he inhales sharply once again, hoping this time jaemin doesn’t break his door down, or something of the sort.

his thumb does the thing again, rubbing your skin gently. “y/n, i don’t want to be friends anymore. i think we are more than friends.”

you smile. “i do too. this makes sense.”

mark feels like he is going to explode. that would be bad though, because if he exploded, you would too. that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“so i guess you’re my girlfriend now.”

you giggle softly. “that sounds so much better than best friend.”

“dang, it kinda does, doesn’t it?”

you let go of his hands and climb off his bed. he follows instantly after you do. right before you go to unlock the door, mark takes your hand once again, and turns you to face him.

you heart races as you lock eyes with him. you cannot believe everything that happened today. how your best friend, who you’d known for your whole life, confessed everything he felt for you, and poked your boobs mere minutes after. and that’s okay, because that’s mark. your mark.

“do we have to go down? i really want to see your boobs again.”

you lean over and place a kiss on his cheek, which causes him to lose his train of thought completely. “you’ll see them again soon, i promise. but if we don’t go down, jaemin will come upstairs and try opening your door. you know him, he’ll freak out when he sees that it’s locked. we’d get found out before we even have a chance to start.”

mark sighs. “fine. no more boobs today. guess i’ll just have to suffer without your boobs in my hands. shit, how am i going to survive?”

you unlock the door, and twist the handle. “well baby, i guess you��ll have to figure it out.”

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hnnyoongs · 3 years

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Any parallels or similarities you find in eremika and obikaka? I’m interested to hear your takes.

unlike obikaka, eremika isn't in my top two for it’s show (sasusaku, obikaka, erejean, aruani) however eremika is still a favorite of mine similarities and parallels alright there’s a bunch now that I think about it

eren and obito ... were genocidal maniacs who genuinely believed they were doing the right thing and they dd these things partially for themselves but also for their loved ones they had no qualms of killing innocents but at the same time had a plan for people to be brought back to life/from being titans and that they ensured they would die

now eren thought armin was going to be the one to kill him and obito thought he’d be the one to kill himself with rinne rebirth or whatever it’s called but in actuality Mikasa kill eren and Kaguya killed obito HOWEVER the only other person who came close to killing obito was KAKASHI and he would have had Minato not stopped him had naruto taken the tone of aot kakashi for sure would have ended Obito’s life

in personality eren and obito have similar temper issues the crybaby I wanna do this unattainable goal personality they weren’t really skilled at anything but they always wanted to be the best they were reckless and as children hated seeing anyone left behind anyone they valued human life very much

mikasa and Kakashi are actually very similar yes yes adult kakashi reads porn and is lazy as fuck unless its the battlefield but why is he like this? because of obits death. and it’s not just oh he decided to become a better person no he modeled his new personality from obito Mikasa doesn’t do this but she too changes after eren saves her of course trauma changed her from a sweet happy girl to the Mikasa we know but more than that Kakashi’s loss of obito and Mikasa’s saving by eren fundamentally change their personality and outlook on life

EM antis will say that Mikasa’s life revolves around Eren which in some ways yes a lot of the things she dos has to do with Eren because he’s her precious person and she wants to keep him safe she doesnt want to loose someone again but you know no one ever points this out Kakashi’s personality also revolves around obito due to obito being “dead” no one calls it out but everything he does the way he talks the way he fights the way he treats people is all connected to obito

kakashi calls obito his “eiyuu” his hero and for Mikasa eren is the very same as obito saved kakashi from being crushed dead eren saved Mikasa from being sold off and we also see in these instances that obito and eren are willing to kill for people who they barely know/seem to dislike I know team Minato was in a war but obito had parallels to naruto and 13 year old naruto refused to kill anyone even if they had hurt his precious people eren well... dude has always been a little unhinged but so has obito it just didnt seem that way because being unhinged was the normal for Ninja if u were sane u clearly shouldn't be a child solider for hire in a military dictatorship

also just angst yea that's a similarity angst cuz like Mikasa and kakashi will never get to be happy with their loved ones because eren and obito are dead had they been alive they would have been executed due to committing literal genocide kakashi has no body to bury and Mikasa only has a head they cant have a grave with their names on it and yea yea obito might still be on the memorial stone in boruto but u really think anyone outside of team 7 would be alright with the man who started the 4th shinobi war being honored among the people he killed?

people will hate them rightfully so because they did terrible things but for Mikasa and kakashi it’ll be devastating because they love eren and obito so much but other than armin and naruto you wont find anyone else who seems to accept that they feel such a way (tho I wanna believe my favs jean and sakura would be ok with it cuz jean has always been soft on Mikasa and eren while sakura would understand the feeling of liking someone who did bad things but regretted it but that doesnt take away said bad things)

theres a lot more but I feel like im honestly just repeating the same things sooooo if I were to parallel obikaka with a ship it would be bakudeku from bnha or sasusaku (ik ik people are gonna be like but it’s more like sasunaru and to that I say naruto never saw sasuke as a criminal and he always wanted to save him while sakura tried but couldn't cuz she loved him so much and that's very much like Kakashi’s feelings toward obito no hate towards sasunaru tho I ship it I just like sasusaku and sasunarusaku better)

phew this is long sorry anon

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pun-ishment888 · 3 years

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Deltarune theory post

We all knew this was coming.

So, chapter 2 has introduced a lot of new info to us, and people have examined the game to bits already, so I figured, I will sum up all my own theories, theories that I believe have ground, and theories I dont fully believe, on one massive post! I will try to categorize them with characters. More will be, under the

SUSIE

Not much here honestly, she is still the resident tough girl with a soft heart underneath that rocky shell. Uncertain if she does have a home or has one thats unhealthy, as she doesnt call her parents. Other than that, theres no new material. Skip.

RALSEI

I dont trust Ralsei, but I dont think he's evil in any way. He knows of our existence, can separate us from Kris, names the town after us(the player). Additionally, he just sort of. Appears in the cyber world with no explanation. But also, he is a nice person. His first priority in all situations is the well being of others, and he has done nothing that puts anyone in danger, or benefits only himself in any way. However, his awareness of us means that he will eventually speak about it. And I dont trust him, because he might take the side of Kris, not us. Or even if he sides with us over Kris, I just have a bad feeling about him. The fact that the town is named after us though implies he is not just aware of us, but aware of the Survey scene with Gaster.

Some people pointed out that him mentioning Roaring only now, and him not turning to stone are suspicious, but his initial tale in ch1 includes "The World Dies", so it makes sense for him to not focus much on the details and instead put emphasis on "The Heroes Save The Day". Additionally, he says that the fountain in the castle town is made of Pure Darkness, and can sustain other darkners, since thats his fountain, it makes sense for him to be able to survive in other worlds and also explains why in ch1 he doesnt just shut his own fountain down(which wouldve restored the balance as well if the fountains were identical).

Tldr; good kid, kinda shady, but not malicious. Fully expect him to just "show up" in ch3.

SPAMTON G SPAMTON

Most recent tumblr sexyman has a lot of interesting dialouge, between projecting his past onto you and the telephone. When he leaves his shop, it turns greyscale, which is commonly related to G-Followers, and the addison that states that the phone had garbage noise(same description as when we use the phone), imply connection to Gaster. And both him and Jevil having similarities in their insanity, implies Gaster to be the knight. But knight, is another title later on.

During his fight Spamton talks as if he wants to free Kris too, they'll both be BIG and FREE together. He states at many points that he wont, and he cant force Kris to join him(but he can kill you 50% faster than similar products). And once he's freed, his body falls and goes limb with no wires to hold him up. He cant be free, but states that maybe we can be strong enough to be free. His lines paralell jevil in the "take me and may my power help you be free" sense.

Sidenote; Spamton G Spamton is a copycat. He dresses that way in order to imitate Swatch.

BERDLY

Oh god he's dead!! ....maybe. while neutral route shows his arm paralyzed and weird route has him not wake up, he is a monster. And when monsters die, they turn to dust in Undertale, if such is the case for Deltarune as well, its proof that Berdly is alive. Due to the story, its unlikely that we'll have berdly outright dead, as such would greatly shake the town that has "zero crime rate". A possibility is that getting hurt in the dark world causes your body part to be paralyzed for a while, similar to sleeping on your arm or having static all over your leg. And a "death" would cause you to be comotose for a while.

Otherwise, Berdly is a great written character, who suffers from insecurities and hides his inferiority complex with a superiority one. He cant even consider Noelle wants to help him as a friend because of his low self esteem, (certainly if someone knows his situation and still helps, its weird behaviour, no one without further motives would do that to him, its not like normal people would care about him if they knew he was a loser. So she must have a crush on him, that explains why she overlooks his inferiority). He cares a lot about Noelle, trying to help her despite being kinda bad at it, and has trouble rejecting her "crush" so he tries to make her happy despite not reciprocating those feelings.

He's a good kid. And as queen says "theres nothing wrong with him, he's just annoying."

KRIS

And here we go. Kris. Strap on.

Kris pranks us. At the end of ch1, after putting us in a cage, Kris is fully able to go to the kitchen, but takes the time to brandish a knife and smile. This is done to scare us. Kris, upon being possessed, has their it their first priority to prank us, like they prank Noelle by grabbing her under the bed.

Spamton fight is bothersome for Kris, because of the puppetry. Others arent aware, but Kris isnt free, they're like Spamton, and when Spamton is freed...he flops. That paralelling their experience(and probably explaining why kris HAS TO put us back), gets them shaken up for clear reasons. But also, here is something I havent seen anyone mentioning. While I dont think they are linked in any way, the basement is a dark and scary place, much like the places Kris and Noelle went to explore. Kids mention that Kris is afraid of that bunker in the forest. The Basement probably scares Kris because we are forcing them to go to a place they are afraid of, whatever scared Kris inside the bunker, must be important. I believe that whatever is inside The Bunker, is the reason why we are with Kris.

The Knight.... Kris...definately is not the knight. Spade King, Seam, and some others have met the Knight, but do not recognize Kris as the Knight. Spade King even shouts about how the fun gang cant stop the Knight's will. All of this, leads us to the conclusion that Kris can NOT be The Knight. Then, what about the ending? Will get to that after a short intermission.

DARK WORLDS

Dark worlds so far have a positive effect on the lightners, and help them get over their problems or at least help them acknowladge their issues. Berdly's insecurities, Noelle's lack of self assertion, Susie's agression are all things that are helped thanks to the dark worlds. Multiple dark worlds can exist for a short time, as we see both castle town and card world coexist without the world immediately collapsing. But in the long run, only The True Fountain can be open, as extra fountains will tip the balance eventually and Apocalypse happens. Got that? Good.

The ending of ch2

Starting from Kris ripping us out the events are as follows;

Kris crawls outside as Toriel goes to get sugar. Kris slashes the tires and goes back around the house. Toriel notices that someone is around and the tires are slashed. Kris comes back and puts us in. Then, Toriel asks Susie to stay overnight after saying the pie wont be ready until tomorrow. Afterwards she calls the cops about the situation before falling asleep, then Kris opens the door, and opens a dark fountain.

Ok well Kris opens fountains, Knight opens fountains, case closed! Not. We see Kris opening a fountain AFTER we learn all lightners can. This means that there is no proof to Kris being able to open fountains before. Additionally, Kris makes the job harder for themselves if they intend to cause the Roaring. Susie knows about the dark worlds afterall, and her being away would make things easier. Not to mention the cops.

So it is my belief that Kris opens the fountain for a specific purpose. To use the dark world. The fountain is opened right next to Toriel, and knowing her, she has plenty of issues that a dark world can help(such as being bitter and authoritive.). It makes most sense for Kris to make the fountain, have Toriel get therapy, and then close it again with Susie's help. It is unclear if Kris couldve asked Toriel to have Susie over, as we are there and without us, Kris sorta limps around.

And calling the cops could be part of their plan. The police force contains Undyne and Napstablook, we know Undyne is too busy watching over dog criminals(or catching them), and Napstablook...well. I dont have much for them, but overall, I dont see Napstablook as a character that would Narratively do much in chapter3 with Toriel, unless they talk about Asgore. Asgore is an ex-cop. It is reasonable to assume Asgore will be called to check up on them. And if Asgore comes, he'll enter the dark world, and also benefit from the family therapy(Asgore's issues being "selfless to a fault" and "ignoring his own problems").

Kris, by opening the fountain, could help family issues resolve. They might not get back together but the tension between them may soften, Asgore might learn to care of himself, and Toriel might learn to care of others.

THE KNIGHT

Well. Its not Kris. Not Ralsei. Not Susie. Not a darkner. Someone with access to library and the classroom... Gaster? Chara? Maybe. As of now, we dont have enough info to decide. But we can have a look. We know Chara exist in some capacity, as the japanese version of the "no one can choose who they are" talk has their own unique talking pattern. We know Gaster exists in some capacity, as Gaster performs the Survey, and the various gaster hints.

It could be that Gaster is the Knight, as both Jevil and Spamton seems to be driven mad by the same source, and one is told to be maddened by the Knight while other has Gaster sprinkled all over. When it comes to motives, Gaster might simply be opening the fountains as an experiment, he's a scientist and "dark darker yet darker" sorta paralells Spamton's "Its still dark, so dark". Might even explain "what do you two think", as it'd referr to Us and Kris or Us and Vessel. His "everywhere/when" form could allow him to enter those places. The word Egg when translated to windings gives us the movement of a Knight in chess, that'd be a solid "in your face" clue like Flowey calling himself "Prince of this world". But it doesnt seem like he'd be interested in the Roaring and causing the apocalypse.

It could be that Chara is the Knight. Having enough power to shove us into Kris showcases enough "realness" to effect the world, Queen narrates the knight's actions as "raising their hand and plunging their knife into the earth", Knife, Soul, chara adjacent enough. Their ghostness would allow them to create fountains there, as its not like we had to see chara for chars to put us in Kris. Motives could be that Chara hates the world and thus takes the role of The Roaring Knight. But its not like Chara to be tied to maddened greyscale glitched out monsters.

So, Knight is a loose thread still. But it makes sense. We are only 2/7 way there, and narratively, it makes sense for a knight reveal to be way later down the line.

And thats about it! Do tell if Ive missed anything you'd want to hear about. Might make an additional post later.

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