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apclyptc · 6 months

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oh my ur writing is so good 😭 i was wondering if you could write something where chris is on tour and since he’s been away he’s been needy so like hes texting the reader saying how he’s horny and needs her, so the reader calls chris and they end up having phone sex and chris is like whimpering and unable to keep quiet.. sub chris please 🙏

foreword: aaaaahhhh i love this idea, and thank u! as for sub chris…. im not sure if i can fully capture that since i cant imagine it but i shall give you desperate chris!

enjoy ☺️

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your boyfriend, chris, was steadily becoming one of the most famous influencers and with that came the task of touring the states.

he’d already been on tour with his brothers once before, but this time he’d gained millions more supporters.

he was midway through his travels, briefly stopping for a couple days from charlotte to nashville. you hadn’t seen each other in a couple of weeks, and you were starting to miss him.

you missed the way he made you laugh, always including you in his busy schedule, letting you bond with his brothers.

more importantly you missed his hands on you, gliding over your waist, his lips softly kissing the shell of your ear, down to your jaw, your neck, and then finally your lips.

you didn’t realise how long this month without him would feel like.

neither did he, which was why your phone buzzed at the side of your bed. his bed, which you were sleeping in for the next couple of days. his parents treated you like their own, so you graciously used the key they made for you to infiltrate your boyfriend’s room.

you picked up your phone, the screen lighting up your face as you read the message chris had sent you

chris: i miss you

you: i miss you too

i was just thinking about you

chris: yeah?

bet you were thinking something dirty

he knew you so well.

you: no…

i’m just in your bed

i hope you don’t mind, i got cold

*image attached*

chris: damn

so you raided the hoodies already baby?

you: i couldn’t miss the opportunity

chris: you know i love it when you wear my shit

you: of course

can’t you cancel your tour and hurry back to me

chris: if i could i would be home already

you need me that bad huh?

you: oh? but who texted first?

chris: you got me there

i just wanna see your fine ass

you: how bad

chris: bad

hard just thinking about it

wish you were here to help me out baby

you immediately pressed the facetime icon at the top of the screen, watching the phone ring.

after three rings, your boyfriends face appeared.

“hey ma.” chris’ voice cut through the speaker, instantly making you feel better. you rarely had time to speak to him on the phone since he was so busy with the tour.

“ew chris. stop saying ma when i’m in the room.” nick could be heard from behind. you giggled. it always made you laugh when nick expressed a clear dislike for PDA.

“hi nick, how’s tour?” you spoke. chris turned the camera to his brother.

“it’s good! i can’t wait to get off this tour bus though, i hate taking a shit in public bathrooms.” he complained, causing you to laugh at his outwardness.

“should i pass the phone to nick since you wanna speak to him so much?” chris taunted, angling the camera back to himself.

“don’t be jealous of your brother, chris. how is my handsome boyfriend doing?” you smiled at him.

“bored. come to nashville.” he replied.

you shook your head, “you know i can’t.” you had to stay home to work on your own projects. unbeknownst to chris though, you had already arranged with nick and matt to surprise him at the last show of the tour.

“hey y/n. bro do you want anything from target?” matt popped his head into the view of the camera to say hello, and you waved.

“obviously you know what drink i want. get me something sour as well. thanks bro.” he answered matt, then turned his attention back to you.

chris waited until he heard his brothers leave and slam the door of the tour bus.

“i love that pretty face.” he smirked at you.

even over the phone, chris had a way of making your cheeks tint a light shade of red.

“i wish you were here in bed with me.” you spoke quietly, even though no one was home.

“i know, baby. when i get home i’m gonna make you forget i was ever gone.” chris swapped the phone over to his other hand, while he snaked his free hand under his sweatpants.

“how are you gonna do that?” you feigned innocence, knowing exactly what he was hinting at.

“i’m gonna pick you up, throw you into my bed and fill up that throat real good.” chris palmed himself through his underwear, feeling his dick harden.

you felt that twang in your stomach that appears whenever you hear his filthy words.

you took it upon yourself to set your phone down on the bedside table and slip your hands under your panties.

“is that what you want? you want me to suck your dick, baby?” you asked him, while you lazily played with your clit.

chris groaned, not used to you talking like this to him, “yeah, gonna make you swallow all of my cum. god, i want to feel that pussy round me.”

chris, by now, had pulled out his dick, moving his hand up and down and squeezing slightly at the base. he wished it was your tight cunt squeezing around him.

meanwhile, the lazy strokes on your clit had turned into desperate circles, wishing it was his thick, long fingers playing with you. you used the slick building up to coat your fingers, then pushed them inside yourself.

“are you touching yourself, y/n? fucking yourself on your fingers pretending it’s me?” he moaned softly, his hand moving faster.

“yes… want you inside me.” you whined, giving him the vocal stimulation he needed.

chris angled the phone down to his throbbing cock, willing you to watch as he masturbated.

“you see this, baby? ‘s all for you, fuck.” chris let out a quiet whimper, imagining you were next to him right now, your small hands pumping him instead of his own.

you watched his face contort in pleasure, his head falling back as he stroked faster.

“take off my hoodie, let me those tits.” he demanded, though he was in no position to bark orders as he rutted into his hand desperately.

you paused the motion of your fingers inside of you to quickly discard his hoodie and your shirt, revealing your tits to the screen.

“fuck… touch ‘em for me, i wanna see you touch yourself.” he whined at an unfamiliar pitch.

you grabbed your own boob in your hand, kneading it just like he would as you continued thrusting your fingers in and out of your aching pussy.

it was all too much, and yet not enough, without him helping you.

but even so, you felt the knot twist.

“i know that pretty face. you gonna cum?” he asked.

“yes! oh fuck, chris. fuck, want to cum on your face, baby.” you babbled, half incomprehensible.

your words drove chris into madness, moaning and whimpering as his thumb massaged his weeping tip.

“fuck, fuck, fuck. wanna feel that pussy around me, gonna fuck you good, shit, i’m–“ his own orgasm cut his words short, bursting out of his cock, coating his hands. a stray droplet landed on his stomach.

the sight of your boyfriend panting and moaning from his high prompted you to cream all over your fingers. your mouth dropped open as you continued to finger yourself through it, until your adrenaline finally depleted.

both of you took a second to catch your breath.

“i need to clean this mess up before my brothers get back.” chris tucked his softening dick back into his underwear and grabbed a hand towel next to him.

“i love you, chris.” you spoke after he was done cleaning himself up.

“i love you too. i can’t wait to see you after tour is over.” he smiled at you.

“that was the worst target ever.” nick burst through the door of the bus, scaring chris.

“jesus, nick! you scared the shit out of me.” chris clutched his chest and you laughed, quickly throwing your hoodie back on.

“wait why the fuck are you sweating?” matt asked, following his brother inside.

“chris was showing me some top secret basketball moves he’s been working on.” you interjected as you watched chris’ eyes widen at the question.

how embarrassing it would have been if they’d caught you.

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a/n: i hope that was what you wanted!! part two of reader surprising chris at the last show? lmk your thoughts :p

#chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo smut

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starwikia · 2 months

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suicide cw

look i have been in this area before mentally. it sucks and i wouldn’t wish this on anyone. but, and this is going to sound callous, but i don’t feel any sympathy for james somerton. even if i hope he’s like. not dead. But thats all the amount of goodwill im willing to give him. The more i think about this really, the more angry i am.

ngl this entire situation is another example of how white people weaponize their mental illness to avoid consequences. Im seeing it in real time.

this man has a continuous habit of using self-harm as a get-out-of-jail-for-free card. in both of his apologies, he has worded his supposed attempts in ways that were clearly meant to guilt people who displayed his plagiarism and overall horrendous history of racism and misogyny. i say supposed because, while i’m not saying those are lies and this would he such a fucked up thing to lie about that i don’t want to think he has, unfortunately, it’s been proven again and again that his word can’t be trusted, as he’s known to lie to try get out of consequences. Hes a proven liar. him lying about this is actually the best case scenario, because no one should go through this entire situation, wouldnt wish this on anyone, but you can only do this so often before people stop sympathizing with you. is this callous? Yeah, but like. I’m actually fucking angry he cant straight up take no as an answer. that this is how he reacts realizing he cant be one of the Cool Kidz™️ on youtube anymore. he acts like he DESERVES a career, like its not a privilege hes lost due to his own actions.

He lied about apologizing and forgiving people, he lied about giving the money to hbomberguy to give to ppl he ripped off (yknow, instead of doing it himself), he lied about the jessie gender situation and rewrote the narrative to make it so he isnt the bad guy, and hes the victim all along actually!

you can’t tell me that supposed last message of his isn’t meant to be a 13 reasons why esq attempt to deflect the blame “look i’m going to kill myself and it’s all YOUR PEOPLES FAULT for not letting me achieve my DREAM of being filmmaker IN PEACE!!! I just wanted Nick’s (the guy who I have thrown under the bus again and again) portfolio up!! Im just being a good friend dont you all FEEL BAD” he refuses to take ANY ACCOUNTABILITY of any of his actions and he IS STILL trying to shove the blame over to other people again.

it’s also pretty ironic people are like “uhhh well hbomber’s fans harassed him!!!” like hbomber outright told people NOT to HARASS JAMES!!! ALSO acting as if james doesn’t have a very real documented history of STRAIGHT UP sending his fans to harass and threaten smaller creators, more notably women, trans, and bipoc creators. especially after he’s stolen typically very personal anecdotes so he could profit from them. so why can he do it but the second people are like “hey this guys an actual piece of shit.” and he can’t handle it suddenly people are trying to white knight his shit? like no he doesn’t get that. he doesn’t get that at all just because he couldn’t handle the consequences of his actions.

what? were supposed to stay quiet about a man profiting off of other minorities because he wanted to be the spokesman for all gay people? people tried to solve this on a smaller, more private scales for YEARS and he kept doing it. it was clear that the giant public video was the ONLY way to get people to notice. HE WOULDVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH STEALING 87 FUCKING THOUSANDS WORTH OF DOLLARS. HE CANT HANDLE THE FACT HE CANT GET AWAY WITH IT.

am i supposed to feel bad for the guy who basically threatened a trans woman with the police? i don’t care what anyone says, it’s so fucking obvious that he threatened jessie by implying he was getting the police involved in their conflict. what am i supposed to act like that didn’t happen? are we supposed to pretend like he didn’t glorify nazi’s and outright said that gay people made up a good chunk of the nazis? That he didnt say america joined ww2 bc they were jealous of the NAZIS. WHAT WOULD POSSESS YOU TO FUCKING SAY THAT. but then? He gives women (not even women most of the time, he misgenders nonbinary ppl constantly) shit for writing mlm. are we supposed to act like he doesn’t straight-up sees himself superior and better than people of color and steals their works to put himself on a pedestal? Are we supposed to act like he didnt spit on our elders by saying “only the boring gays survived aids” like man! Fuck you! He BLANTANTLY MAKES UP HISTORY TO PUT HIMSELF ON A PEDESTAL!! HE ACTIVELY TRIED TO REWRITE LGBT HISTORY TO SUIT HIS FUCKED UP NARRATIVES!

yes this sucks ! no one deserves this but no one should be making him a martyr. Thats what he fucking WANTS! He wants to be immortalized as a victim!! (again, supposedly, it was reported hes alive but its not confirmed).

The shit he got isnt near the amount of fucking callous behavior hes done again and again. Again, to drill this point, EVEN IF HE DIDNT CALL THE POLICE HE THREATENED A TRANS WOMAN INTO THINKING HE DID!!! The fact he tried to use a head injury to justify years of the outright ghoulish shit fucking astounds me. Why the fuck did anyone in his life thought it was a good idea to let him TRY to come back. in the end, he had options. he didn’t need to try to make a comeback. HE DIDNT NEED TO FUCKING LIE OR IGNORE THE SHIT HE WAS CALLED OUT ON the reality is, he wanted to come back thinking he could shove it under the rug, was told that no dude, you’re not allowed to be a youtuber anymore. you’re done. you need to move on and went full nuclear. it’s not on anyone’s hands but his own. HES BEEN DOING THIS TO HIMSELF!! But nah man we cant call his shit out bc hell may or may not kill himself. Fuck the other minorities who have the same issues but worse and sometimes BECAUSE of him. This is going to SUCKKKK so bad when other ppl, specifically white gays, are going to weaponize this shit to get away with their stuff.

#warning: do not read this post if you want me to be nice to james somerton. i am extremely mean in this post.#before anyone accuses me of shit i legit never contacted him myself or anyone involved. i am someone who witnessed this behavior repeatedly #again. i hope hes alive and well. the fact is him lying about this WOULD BE THE IDEAL SITUATION. BC NO ONE SHOULD GO THROUGH THAT. but.#he HAS to forever be the victim in his eyes. attempting doesnt automatically mean youre free of sin.#its just terrible to see that regardless whether or not he did do it #its very clear his attempts to run away from his consequences are working on some people #we need to acknowledge that if your shitty ex friend can weaponize a threat to kill themselves #so can this internet person after being called out for horrendous shit #like what was the alterative? what were people supposed to fucking do? be nice about it?#yeah as if poc and trans women arent historically given shit for being 'too mean' about wanting justice.#this isnt just the plagiarism this is the fact a white dude has been parading himself as THE speaker for the gays(tm) but has been using hi #gayness to shield himself from his misogyny racism transphobia and antisemitism #its very clear regardless this means that ppl r going to side with him and then give him benefit of doubt #if you cant handle the heat stay out of the fucking kitchen dude. this is the consequences of your fucking actions.#hes a disgusting person who cant handle being told no so hes going to drag everyone down with him #like. idk this entire situation is frustrating to me.#its also frustrating ppl trying to be moral abt it like 'see! i knew this was bad all along!' no you didnt. shut it.#for the record im like mainly talking abt twit watching those spineless uwu cutesy ppl basically saying hes done noting wrong #oh and also alt righters who are clearly weaponinizing this where u know they wouldnt give a shit if a right ytber did this.#james somerton #idk might delete this later its just. ugh...

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666yourmomdotcom · 1 year

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A little sub Nete for all the hoes

Good GOD I have too much time on my hands (and still not enough to get my shit done??? WTF)

Anyways here’s a drabble/head cannon of sub Nete (ALSO I HAVE NEVER POSTED SMUT B4 PLS DON’T BE MEAN TO ME)

Warnings- I literally just said tf. Nah jk, orgasm denial, no use of fem pronouns I don’t think?? Sub Neteyam, cursing

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“Eywa baby please” he whines, writhing on your matt desperately

He was truly, quite a sight to be seen as he lay there with his cock and lower stomach all covered in your spit and pre-cum, sweating, panting and his hands in fists as he desperately tried to keep them away from your hair.

You’d been denying him an orgasm for the past thirty minutes or so and he was about to break.

You ran just one finger up and down the underside of his cock, watching him shudder and shake at the slightest touch. “Nngh yawne, I’m gonna—” you quickly retracted your hand and he let out a cry of displeasure as you let out a derisive laugh “Just from that? How desperate are you?”

“So desperate, so desperate, please sweetheart” he begged you. You hum through your nose as you take one glance up and down him, you gently take his hand in yours and he clutches it tight enough to break the bones, but you pay no mind to that. “Make it till ten and you can cum, before that I’ll ruin it for you”

He audibly whimpers, face full of distain and you can see his own self-doubt “I know you can do it pretty boy; don’t you want to cum?” he nods vigorously “Where?”

“In you—I-inside you” You chuckle and crawl up his body until your sitting on his pelvis, the look on his face is so desperate, you almost felt bad for him. Almost. You rub your finger over his bottom lip, he’s clinging to any physical touch you give him as he kisses your finger over and over. You guide his face to yours and give him a sweet kiss, as you line his cock up and slowly sink down on him. You’ve learned to love the sting after so many nights of having sex, the pain and the pleasure enticed and exited you at the same time.

Neteyam was moaning pathetically into your mouth, he could even kiss you back for all the noise he was making. “God damn” he cried quietly. “Ready?” he can only nod.

You begin to ride him, slowly so he’ll at least have a chance to make it. “One” he lifts his hand up and bites the back of it to quiet himself.

“Two” the tortured look on his face is so sexy you cant help it, you wish you had a human camera to capture the way his eyes are pinched closed and his nose wrinkled.

“Three” Actual tears are falling down his cheeks now, though his eyes are tightly closed.

“Four” his abs are flexing violently as he throws his head back, so desperate to cum yet trying not do so at the same time.

“Fffive” you drawl, rubbing your hand on his chest and feeling his racing heartbeat

“Six”

“Seven” He snatches his hand away and clutches his hair with both hands, looking down to where you’re fucking hum and then groaning and throwing his head back again.

“Eight, just two more baby” he’s actually crying now, frustration, stimulation and pleasure all mix in his head.

“Nine. You can touch Nete” his hands leave his hair to grasp your hips tightly, he’s breathing raggedly and sniffling in between breaths

“…Ten”

His whole back arches off of the ground, making sure his whole dick is inside as his body shakes and pleasure consumes his whole being like a tidal wave. He’s grasping your hips so hard, fucking you up and down on him like a ragdoll as he rides through his orgasm. “O-oh y/n” A few more sloppy thrusts and he collapses back onto the ground, staring up at the ceiling in a sort of drunken haze.

You watch him adoringly as you stroke his face, his lips, his jaw. He’s not quite back from whatever you did to him, so you wait patiently for a few more moments until his mind clears.

“Holy…”

You laugh and kiss his forehead, sliding him out of you gently, you can feel maybe two tablespoons of cum drip down your legs as you do. “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in my entire life,” he says breathlessly, then turns to you, sitting up “Thank you yawne. I love you” “I love you too pretty” you coo, nuzzling your nose to his “Let’s get cleaned up”

#Neteyam smut #Neteyam Sully #Neteyam #Neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #neteyam smut imagine #neteyam imagine #neteyam oneshot #neteyam fluff #neteyamsully

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lvgrrqs · 11 months

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TOO LATE — A. ANDERSON.

summary. abby cant say she fell for you at the same pace you fell for her, but when she did, it was too late for it to matter.

mentions of blood + death | light spoilers | some angst | no gender specified | most def not proofread

note. angst is NOT my strong suit and i only got this idea because i replayed the part where she beats the shit out of ellie in the theatre basement, idk where my thoughts went after that.

word count. 2.4k

you were always there for her, weren’t you? she couldn’t recall all the times when she was alone, dealing with things on her own - you were in too many memories for her to count.

when her dad died, you were there besides her when owen wasn’t, and when she called things with owen, you were there too. during her late nights when nightmares would take away her sleep and panic would settle in her chest you were always there to hold her hand and guide her through it.

if she had to put it simple, you were the light she was looking for when she was lost in the darkness. though, when she finally put it together and realized this, it was far too late.

she never fully comprehended why her heart would beat days after things stopped with owen, the same rapid beating she would have even when she was with him — it wasn’t the same she felt when she was afraid, or when she would kiss owen. it was a delightful feeling, a spark lighting up in her body whenever your hands would touch, whenever you would hug her or smile at her.

your laugh was euphoric, she was addicted and yet she couldn’t comprehend why. maybe that was the reason she ended things with owen, he just wasn’t you, but she couldn’t comprehend thinking about you like that. you were just a friend, weren’t you?

you certainly thought of her as more, the reason for you always being there for her was because of your absolute fascination with her. her eyes, her laugh, the way she would always go above and beyond for what she stood for. she was the other end of your magnet, always pulling you towards her and yet you could never seem to fully connect as you longed for.

despite that, you stayed with her. you couldn’t leave her alone, you made it clear that you loved her and cared for her whenever you got the chance, and even if she couldn’t match the same and only saw your actions as friendly, you knew she cared a lot about you too. she was grateful for you, after all these years.

you were with her when abby and the group went to jackson to get joel - though you had the same mindset about killing the man as mel, you were still with her. you were still there, as she killed the man in front of ellie, and you were still there, making eye contact with the girl as she was knocked out.

you were with her when you, abby, and manny got called up to the fob, and you went with her when she set out to get owen after finding out he went awol - begrudgingly, of course, you wanted to make sure she was safe, and owen was your friend as much as anyone else was. you couldn’t sit back and leave him for whatever hell was out there, not when you could go with abby and do something about it.

you were with her when you found owen and got caught up with some scars - you took care of them, though you couldn’t have stayed with her for long. she began to get reluctant when it came to letting you out with her, practically begging you to stay behind at the aquarium where it was safe.

it was no different this time when her reluctance got worse, yelling at you when you tried going out with her and yara to get lev after he ran off to the island for their mother. everything was crashing on her, her exchange with owen and mel separately being too much as it is, and losing sight of lev made it worse. the last thing she needed was to lose you too.

the look in your eyes were watery, her yells getting under your skin. regardless, like always, you went with her words and wished her the best of luck, demanding she get back safe and leaving her in the damp hallway alone. she couldn’t find you before she had to leave, and she did her best to push that heavy weight in her chest to the side and get what she needed done.

she would make it up to you once she got back, she silently promised you that.

she would never get to do that though, her time on the island obviously kept her preoccupied - throughout her adventures, she couldn’t have known about the girl following her tracks to act out her revenge plan.

there was no way abby could have known that ellie had killed owen and mel, and now she had you tied to a chair in that same damp room where their bodies laid.

the bruises on your body ached with every movement, the knife dug into your knee left you still so the pain couldn’t get worse. your hair was in ellie’s hand via fisthold, forcing your eyes to connect to hers. your blood on her face from when you spat in it, which had only angered her more and led to that knifes current location.

her eyes were demanding, not the same as the broken ones you had seen back in jackson that day abby killed joel - they were filled with rage, red with anger and you knew there wasn’t going to be any mercy in this for you. “i’m going to ask you one more time, where the fuck is she?”

“go fuck yourself, mel gave you that information, and you fucking killed her.” ellie’s face crinkled up in disgust towards your response and towards herself, she knew she had killed a pregnant lady, but having you in this chair with valuable information she could pry out of you was overriding those emotions.

with a grunt, she roughly pushed your head to the side, hand going down to the knife in your knee - with a quick flick of her wrist, your kneecap was popped off. your screams bounced off the walls, hitting your ears as quick as they left your mouth. “go to hell.” you sobbed, eyes squinting and glaring at her through the damp hair dangling in your face.

“no other place for me to go, bitch, but i’m not going empty handed.” she stood up and left the room and, desperately, you gathered what strength you had left to try and find a way out of the chair.

there was too much going on in your body right now, too much pain and blood pouring from your wounds. the taste of iron was heavy in your mouth and you fought to keep your eyelids open, the tips of your fingers already going cold and numb.

there wasn’t enough time for you, and you knew this. no matter what you did, you were going to die anyway. there was no trace of mercy in that girls eyes, and yet you knew that’s exactly how abby had looked when she had ellie in this same position - helpless, watching those merciless eyes take the life of someone they held dear. except, ellie didn’t have abby beaten to a bloody pulp in front of you, she had you instead.

and as if on cue, your feeble attempts to free yourself landed you on the ground, your head slamming against the cold and wet tile of the aquarium floor. you laid in blood, though you couldn’t tell if it was your own or the blood that came from the bodies of your two dead friends. the thought had your eyes watering once again and you fought the tears away with constant blinks.

there was no use crying, not anymore.

it didn’t hurt to reminisce while you had these last few moments, unbothered and not having a knife enter and leave your body in different areas since ellie wasn’t in the room to do that for you. you thought back to the moments when you met abby, met the others and all the times in between that brought the best memories you could’ve made in any life. you thought about what you could’ve done different, and the what if’s.

what would’ve been if you hadn’t walked off on abby’s reluctance. if you had been able to just give her one last hug, to feel her embrace.

the thoughts ended as the door opened and the hasty steps echoed towards you. your eyes moved away from ellie’s approaching figure to the puddle you laid on. your reflection made you chuckle, how horrible you looked with your beaten and bloody face, the swollen eye and cuts lining your cheeks.

“i don’t see what’s so funny.” ellie spat, and you finally looked up at her, eyes tracing her figure down to the pipe that she held in her hand. she brought it more towards your face as if to show it off, and you knew exactly how she was going to finish the job. “i just look like shit,” you coughed out, pausing to catch your breath through a few heavy heaves. ellie rose a brow, bringing the pipe upwards.

“i just wanted to let you know, you look like shit too.”

the sound of metal slamming against the surface echoed through the hallways, and abby’s heavy breathing along with lev’s followed in unison. they had made it back, but something seemed off, and abby knew it, there was a quick pace in her steps, the rapid sound of her heartbeat echoing in her ears from worry.

you, owen, and mel knew how to take care of yourselves. the aquarium was blocked up nice and secure, wasn’t it? even then, you guys would have the upper hand in a quarrel, wouldn’t you? alice was there to protect you as well, being the best guard dog and companion she was, right?

well, abby wasn’t too sure after that, seeing as alice was laying on the ground with a trail of blood next to her body. the weapon used to do the damage wasn’t to be found, but it already sounded the alarms in abby’s head. lev had stayed close to her, ready to help defend the pair if anything were to happen, though nothing came to his immediate alert but the tension radiating off the woman in front of him.

cautiously, abby and lev trekked through the rooms which had obviously been scavenged through, proof someone else had been here. what really set this in stone, however, was the blood pouring into the hallway from the main room.

all thoughts in abby’s mind gathered together into one possibility - that it was someone else’s blood, and you, owen, and mel had been able to defend yourselves. it had to be just that, right? with how trained you and owen were, and if anything were to have happened that either of you got hurt, mel would be there to patch you guys up.

but the make shift operating room hadn’t been touched since yara’s operation, but that shouldn’t push the idea down all the way, right? you had to be okay, right? it wasn’t a question in abby’s mind, it was a focus. you were okay, and that’s what she kept telling herself as she pushed the door open.

and like any other time she needed you, there you were, ellie’s body next to yours in a heap of unmovable flesh. you were breathing, but barely, and yet you were able to give abby that same smile you always gave her. “i’m so.. sorry abby. i couldn’t help them, im sorry.” you broke down, arms going limp and chest rising and setting rapidly with your sobs. abby looked, heart breaking at the sight of mel and owens body a few paces away from yours. she fought back the nausea, but not the tears. you were okay, you were alive and she needed to get you medical attention.

without hesitation, after collecting what little she could, she basically threw herself at you. she gathered you in her arms, examining your wounds and being careful not to push you more than your body could handle. it was apparent you had lost a lot of blood, and she couldn’t let herself postpone anymore time when it could be used to start helping you.

though, she couldn’t help the rapid whispers of, “i’m so fucking glad you’re okay,” and, “i love you.”

at least, that’s what should’ve happened, if she hadn’t opened the door to see your battered and mangled body instead. her eyes trailed to the pipe laying a few feet away, bloodied footsteps trailing out to a door on the opposite end of the room. all at once, abby’s world crashed down on her.

your body, plus the bodies of her two friends, laying cold and lifeless on the floor. “fuck…” she breathed, the nausea taking control and leaving her helpless to falling to the ground and throwing her guts up. then, the tears came. she sobbed and wailed and lev felt useless to the woman as she let her emotions go.

it was painful to watch someone who seemed so held together break, but it was understandable. lev had lost yara, and given the chance he would’ve reacted the same way if he had time, so watching abby break her barriers completely and sluggishly crawl over to your body, still attached to that damn chair, wasn’t so hard to mold into sympathy.

abby undid your ties, catching your body as it rolled over sideways, feeling how limp you were in her arms. she gathered you upwards, brushing hair out of your face and bringing a hand to wipe away the blood off your lips. your eyes were open, terrifyingly still and lacking their usual light, but they were glossed over and stared right into abby.

with a heavy sob, she took one last look into your eyes, and brought her hand to carefully close them, knowing she would never wake up to them again. knowing that the light in her dark was burnt out, and that she would have to go the rest of her days without your presence, your attentive nature, and your love.

your love, she knew, was what she was going to miss the most. she came to regret never giving it back to you, hating herself that it took a small argument to draw the promise she would do better for you, and she would never get the chance to. it was too late.

but in this moment, as she started to gather herself after lev called out for her, there was only one thing she hated more than her lack of compassion.

ellie, and she swore to you that she was going to kill that son of a bitch - it wasn’t too late for that, at least.

#abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #the last of us #the last of us x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #tlou2 x reader #tlou2 abby #ellie williams x reader #🕸️ ༉lee writes !#angst #tlou imagine #the last of us 2 #🕸️ ༉lee-thusiast !

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caraphernellie · 11 months

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Omg pls do a mermaid x ellie! Would be so cool!

summary: ellie moves to a lonely coastal town, and finds herself with toes in the sand more often than not nowadays. she ignored the folk tales she'd hear from elderly residents, those about mythical creatures hiding in the sea. until she makes eye contact with something otherworldly one winter afternoon.

an: YEYSYEYSYESYEYSYEYSYESYSYES omg yk im not good at swimming at all (i cant go underwater bc of my sensory issues) but i want to be a mermaid so bad i was an ariel fangirl as a kid and u cant take the mermaid wishes away

info: reader has a habit of sitting and watching ellie but just really fascinated by humans (very very curious mermaid type shit), cw for drowning (that’s it i think) (ellie is not a strong swimmer!)

moving to a coastal town was certainly not on ellie’s bucket list. to be frank, the ocean, though peaceful, scared the shit out of her at the very same time. it’s not exactly the ocean that gave her the creeps; it’s the unknown that did it.

the ocean is the great unknown. less than ten percent of the entire ocean has actually been discovered and explored.

for all ellie knew, there could be giant sea monsters hiding below, ready to eat her whole the second she went in too deep. childish fear, but a real one.

her neighbours once told her old folk tales about mermaids hanging around the shore. she would smile and nod, but never believed the stories had truth to them. it just seemed far-fetched.

there’s always something different about the beach every time you go. it’s never the same.

ellie’s learned to expect that now. on her second day, her toe had been pinched by a crab when she stepped in the wrong place. now she makes sure to watch out for crab holes.

now that she was only a walk away from the beach, she found that if she wanted some peace it was the only place she could go. she’d walk along for a couple miles until she was isolated, choosing to sit on the jetty far from everyone else to be at peace with her thoughts. it didn’t matter when the wind would pick up and cause goosebumps to rise on her calves when the sun began to set - she’d look into the deep blue waters and watch schools of fish swim past if it was clear, and she’d stare at her own reflection when it was not. all that mattered was that she was alone.

she’d roll up her jeans and wade through the shallow sand on the warmer days, or let her feet hang off the jetty when the tide was high.

sometimes she was brave enough to bring her guitar with her. keep her hands busy. a perfect place to practise, where only the seagulls would hear.

or so she thought.

you had a fascination with land above the sea. you collected anything you could find, and dedicated your life to learning what everything did and how humans lived above the surface. you’d never get close enough to be seen by anyone, you’d heard horrible things about what could happen if you were caught.

that’s why the pier was your greatest find yet.

the end of it led to a space where the ocean was deep enough that unless it was bright and sunny out, you wouldn’t be seen below the soft waves.

you were able to sneak under the jetty without being seen.

and the best part? this was the closest you could get to observing human nature.

a girl would come sit with her feet in the water everyday. she didn’t do much. she’d sit there, she’d speak sometimes, but you didn’t know who she would speak to. herself, maybe?

sometimes you’d hear different sounds, a sweet melody played by some kind of object you’d not seen before.

there was only one rule that you had, and that rule was to not be caught.

which sounded easy enough, but sometimes the seagulls would look down and squawk at you, finding a human with a fish tail an unfamiliar sight. you didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself or your cover would be blown.

but luckily it never seemed to faze the girl who sat on the jetty. in fact, she’d laugh softly, a sound that never failed to please your ears.

you always timed yourself perfectly - you knew what time she’d show up everyday, so you’d try to get there before she did.

sometimes you’d prop yourself up on a ladder down the side of the jetty to get a better look at her. not close enough for your liking, but it was all you had.

what you weren’t prepared for, though, was for her to look back and watch a seagull fly away, into your direction - she paused when she noticed you, and you were sure that your eyes widened just as much as hers.

both fearful, but for different reasons.

“how long have you been there?” she called out in an accusatory tone.

you dived off the ladder as fast as you could when you noticed her begin to stand up, presumably to walk in your direction.

ellie didn’t know what to think. first, she was disturbed that somebody was watching her - but the more upsetting fact was what she had seen. she didn’t know if her eyes were deceiving her.

there was no way - mermaids just weren’t real. it couldn’t be true, could it? and

she didn’t know anymore if what she had seen was even real - she began trying to look around but couldn’t find it, until she thought to try and look under the jetty.

this is a bad, bad idea, ellie, she thought, losing her balance slightly. when she knelt down, angling her head to look under the jetty, a pair of eyes met with her own. and the shock of it all had caused her to fall in.

you watched her, and you assumed she could swim, in fact, you assumed she had jumped in on purpose to catch you. you flinched and turned to swim away, when you noticed she wasn’t making any distance on you - she was struggling to.

you couldn’t just leave her there.

you felt like you knew her fairly well at this point, listening to some of the things she would say some days while she was at the jetty. not that much of it made sense. but you knew there was someone she had to return to. she often spoke about a joel. from what you could tell, he cared about her dearly.

you couldn’t just leave her there to die.

you mustered any courage and strength that you had swim back towards her, trying to calm her flailing limbs and bring her to the ladder at the jetty - it was a quicker and easier way to help her rather than to bring her to the shore.

she climbed up the ladder as fast as she could, coughing up water and trying to clear her throat so she could say something. you didn’t know what to say or do to make any of this better.

there was a voice in your head, telling you to turn back and swim away as fast as possible, and to never return. but you didn’t know why exactly you felt stuck in place.

the human cleared her throat one more time, meeting eyes with you finally. you noticed they were green. that was the one thing that you suspected was stopping you from turning away to safety - you were finally up close. you could see things you had never been able to see about her before. freckles covered every inch of visible skin.

she watched you, taking in the way your head tilted to the side as you stared at her. she breathed in heavily, noticing the gills on your neck and the random splatters of iridescent blue scales covering parts of your skin.

she reached out to you, very slowly, and you flinched.

she moved even slower now, running her fingers over a small group of scales on your shoulder, leaving bumps in their wake.

you were truly the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

moving to a coastal town had never been on ellie’s bucket list, but she was now glad she had.

“why?” she asked. “why did you save me? i didn’t mean to startle you- i just- i was shocked. why did you come back?”

“i don’t know,” you lied. “i couldn’t leave you there.”

part 2 ?? 😁😁😁

#tlou2 fic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie x reader #fem reader #the last of us x reader #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fanfic

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akiratheartist · 13 days

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Video Call

warnings!: female reader, phone sex, masturbation, use of toys, fluff at the beginning and end, reader is referred to as “baby/babe” Chan is referred to as “baby/Channie/Chris/Chan

this is not proof read

I sat on the bed of my childhood room waiting for Chan to answer my video call. We were currently on vacation and both staying at our parents homes. My phone is set up against the blanket so when he answers he can see my full body. It is dark in my room and when he answers my screen lights up the silhouette of my body. “Hey baby!” He says happily. I giggle and respond with a smile and a small “Hey babe.” Chan raises an eyebrow at me and stares for a few seconds. “Is that my hoodie?” I cover the text on the front of the black hoodie that says ‘CEEBS’ with my hands. “Um. no..” I say trying not to laugh. “I was looking for that! Hoodie thief!” He laughs again. “Whatcha doin?” He speaks again spotting the notebook on my lap. “I was thinking of some song ideas..” It was a lie. I had planned to try and ‘accidentally’ reveal i wasn’t wearing any shorts under the hoodie like usual to see his reaction.

“Turn on the light so i can see you! it’s so dark in your room.” I reach over to turn on the lamp beside the bed and after i hear a click my notebook falls onto the floor. “Shit.” I say quietly and reach for it. It takes a few seconds for me to grab it since i’m too lazy to just get up and grab it but also once i bent over to grab it i felt my hoodie slide down my back. Once i sit back up i notice that Chan seems to have already turned red. “Sorry my notebook fell off the bed. Is something wrong?” I say knowing very well what it is. “Uh.. It’s just that when you grabbed it.. Your hoodie lifted up a little..” I pretend to be embarrassed. “Did it? Oh.. Sorry for flashing you then… I just didn’t wanna wear shorts cuz it’s warm in here…” I cleared my throat and waited for him to say something. “So um.. What type of song ideas were you writing?” I completely ignore his question and respond with my own. “Did you like it?” He looks confused. “I mean.. what you saw.. did you like it?” I wait for his response but all i get is a “Uh..” along with his staring gaze. “Channie..” I wiggle my hips a bit. “I wore these cute panties for you..they’re my favorite..” I watched as Chan’s eyes trailed down my body sending a slight shiver down my spine. “Yeah of course i like it.. You always look cute when you wear stuff like that.” After hearing this i almost immediately grab the hem of the hoodie and lift it off my legs high enough to show off my panties and a little bit of my stomach. I sat on my knees so he could get the best view. “Fuck.. Those are really cute baby.” His voice echos through my phone speakers. “Ever since I came to my parents house I thought about how much more harder it would be to touch myself without getting caught… I’ve been waiting for this all day Channie..”I slowly drag my hand down from my stomach to my clothed clit over my panties and I start rubbing my fingers in small circles at a pace that might just kill me but it was all worth it to tease Chan. “Damn i wish i was with you… Cant wait to see that pretty pussy up close.” And I don’t expect to be judged for letting the first time my boyfriend sees me touching myself to be over a video call. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to tease him a little before we actually have sex right?

It had only been about a minute of Chan watching me work away before i slipped my hand into my panties. A hand of mine came up to one of my tits and began playing around with my nipple from underneath the hoodie. I let out a few quiet moans and hums as i put on a show for Chan. “Feels so good Chan…” I bent my body backwards with the urge to arch my back. With me now on my back Chan has an even better view of my legs spread right in front of the camera. I hear him let out a quiet “Fuck..” I slipped two fingers inside my hole with a whine while I felt the burning gaze of Chan’s eyes through the camera. Suddenly I remembered a little something I had bought recently and taken with me just for a moment like this. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and stood up from my bed. Once i walked out of view of the camera Chan began to ask questions. “What are you doing? Baby?” I unzipped a little bag and pulled out the glorious object oddly shaped like a microphone. I sat back on my bed and made sure it was charged up. Time to finally use this thing. “I wanna show you my new toy i bought..” I held it up in the camera. “What is it..?” Chan asked with a raised brow. “It’s called a hitachi wand. Wanna see how it works?” He nodded his head vigorously.

I once again sat on the bed with my legs spread open so Chan could see. I turned the wand onto the first setting and began teasing my clit through my panties with the vibrations. I hear Chan let out a moan from the other end of the phone. “Channie… Are you touching yourself baby..?” I watch him nod his head with an expression of pleasure on his face. “Yeah.. Fuck I wish it was your hand instead..” I turned up the setting to a three pulling a slightly loud whine out of me causing me to cover my mouth with one hand. “Your so fucking beautiful baby..” Chan says before letting out a particularly loud moan. I grabbed onto the hem of my panties and began pulling them down my legs to feel the wand against me better. Once i felt the vibrations against my bare clit I had to bite my lip to prevent moaning too loudly. I whined out Chan’s name many many times. “Please please please.. Fuck.. feels too good…” I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. “You gonna cum for me baby?” I heard Chan’s voice come from my phone again. “Yes! Yes! Fuck! I’m gonna cum so hard for you Channie!” I felt my orgasm rising in my body as i turned the vibrations even higher on the wand now at a five. “I’m gonna cum too baby..” Chan spoke between his moans. “I wanna see it! Please let me see you cum.” He moved the camera down from his face and revealed his hand stroking his cock at a fast pace. His shirt was also lifted revealing his abs. “Oh fuck! cumming!” I watched as white stripes of liquid shot out from Chan’s cock and onto the mountains of his abs. Shortly after my legs tightened around my hand until I had to quickly turn off my wand to prevent overstimulating myself.

A few heavy breaths later Chan spoke. “Shit… babe.. You sounded so wonderful.” I abandoned the wand after turning it off and sat up in my bed. “Damnit.. now i gotta clean up..” I said quietly earning a giggle from the other end of the call. “Hey! I will hang up on you!” I said and he pretended to be shocked. “Im not the one who came all over my bed!” I stood from the bed and flipped my camera around to show the wet spot on the sheets. “Jesus…” I jokingly gave him the middle finger before flipping the camera back to my face. “Well technically you still gotta clean up so…Suck on that!” “You first.” “Shut up.” I stayed on the phone with him while i cleaned up my mess before climbing back into bed. “You look so beautiful.” He said to me as i laid down. “Yeah right. You just watched me get myself off.” I rolled over onto my stomach. “So that means you cant be beautiful? And by the way, I’m gonna need that hoodie back tomorrow..” I raised an eyebrow. “Nuh uh.” He laughed at my response. “Alright we’ll see.. Goodnight baby.” I roll my eyes.” “Goodnight Chris. I love you..” “Love you too!” And with that i hung up my phone and drifted to sleep.

#bang chan smut #skz smut #stray kids #bang chan x reader #kpop #kpop fanfic #stray kids smut #akiratheartist

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kingusukaras · 8 months

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some (mildly disjointed) thoughts i had about the translation of most recent leona overblot scene from the second twst novel. unsaid disclaimer is obvi these are just my thoughts and youre free to disagree. i cant stop you

read more because i might ramble a bit 💆🏾‍♀️

i'll start by saying that i'm very grateful for the novel & yuureis translations, bc its given me so much to chew on wrt leonas psyche and mental state, much more than book 2 in the game did. i havent bothered to go looking for reactions tho, bc i can already kind of predict the takes i'll find (knowing how parts of the fandom talks abt leona generally) - and i do "get" it, in the sense that i do also feel the way he tortures ruggie before he overblots is upsetting - but theres so much to dig into here, i feel like its such a waste to get hung up on obsessively moralizing

(i'll mention here that to formulate these thoughts i'm also pulling from the translation of leona's post-overblot scene, plus some moments from the game that i'll mention specifically as i go)

for example, the things leona says pre-overblot, his meltdown about dreams being stupid and useless, how the savanaclaw students (ruggie included) aren't meant to question him; they're meant to obey quietly, sound less like actual things he's trying to tell them and more like him lashing out at himself. as in, he's more talking at them, not to them. skipping forward to book 6: there we see leona give jamil advice, but the implication underneath is that everything he's telling jamil are things leona wishes he had internalized himself - again here, he's talking to someone, but really it's also directed inwards. almost like it's easier for him to look at (and speak about) himself critically when he can externalize it as critique of other people

the other thing im curious about is the distant, detached persona he adopts when he's truly angry. this'll be quick because i don't feel i have enough information to unpack it properly, but if i allow myself to spin thoughts out from limited information: it could almost be a habit he picked up as a child - something he might've forced himself to learn as part of an effort to be seen as more of a 'model' prince. if people were afraid of his moodiness because they feared what his UM (he) could do, then if he swallows those emotions maybe he can mitigate that. this, ofc, being shot through with the expectation that, as royalty, any order he gives people will obey

the final thing, for this post at least, is unpacking the way leona lashes out at ruggie when ruggie defies him. i'm willing to make the very safe bet that most of the reading of this moment is focused on leona being angry over being defied at all, or general disgust at how small and weak ruggie is (appears) to be. and while i think both of those points have some element of truth to them, i think the larger aspect of leonas reaction is jealousy. ruggie somehow, despite everything, despite all of the disadvantages life has thrown at him, still has the courage to have determination. and i want to be very clear here: this is not me saying being poor or struggling is admirable because it makes you strong - i'm not naive and i'm not here to romanticize poverty. what i am trying to say here ruggie's tenacity - a tenacity his life circumstances developed in him - is something that leona lacks, and that's what he's jealous of. he's jealous of his inability to keep having that hope, to maintain that courage in the face of his own repeated failures

(an aside: isn't it ironic that part of the reason ruggie has that tenacity is leona? leonas tutoring, leonas effective leadership of the spelldrive club, and as housewarden?)

(an aside 2x: in many ways, 'giving up' can be seen as a luxury. ruggie does not have the luxury to give up, because it could very well mean that he doesn't eat that day. for leona, regardless of what he does he's going to have a roof over his head and three square meals a day anyway, so what does it matter if he gives up? sure, he won't be happy, but he'll be comfortable in a material sense, and isn't that enough? except, of course, it isn't - not for him. as much as he tries to deny it, he's as fiercely ambitious as the rest of his dorm)

#king's meta #twisted wonderland #twst leona #leona kingscholar #disney twisted wonderland #every new translation post gives me so much more to mull over i love it #thank you yuurei

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slashingdisneypasta · 8 months

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Judge Turpin x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: The Judge finds you waiting for him in his 🛏🛏🛏 and he helps you to go to sleep ^^ xx

Warnings: Reader is horny, Judge Turpin is horny- there is no smut but there are definitely intentions 😅😅😅

You kind of liked it when the Judge would work late, because then you could pull antics like this on him- and his reaction was always truly one to see. The man loved to find you bare in his bed except for his sheets and that becoming smirk on your face; that coy grin.

Man of sophisticated desires and refined tastes that he was; he ate it up, and you knew that fact perfectly well. In fact you liked to take advantage of it, a little. Sometimes.

... Alright, as often as you could actually. Its just the way his eyes seemed to devour you when you did, and how his hands always searched all over your body for hours- more attentive then any other lover you'd had- it just drove you mad and made you ache. Left you with a sweet and satisfied fluttering sensation deep inside that made you dream about it and then come back over, and over, and over again.

It didn't hurt, neither, that his bedding was so lovely on your bare skin; soft and expensive, cool to the touch though it definitely gets hotter the later the hour. The longer he's in it with you, between your thighs.

So when the Judge finishes work this night you are already sorted, undressed and sat carefully under the covers so nothing untoward was showing just yet, eagerly awaiting the handsome older man to come to his room. When he does, looking tired and unshaven (The stubble on his face making him all the more dashing to you, though), untying his cravat from his neck with thick fingers, and he sees you- the change is immediate.

He relaxes, switching from exhausted and frustrated old gentleman ready to put a long work day behind him with a heavy nightcap and another nights restless sleep- to a hungry predator, and its clear in his dark eyes. The candle light in the room may not let you see the colour very well, every single shade there is in his eyes like you could if you were a couple in the daylight, but you can clearly see the desire he feels at seeing you waiting for him. The need he has to have you yet again. It makes you wonder what he imagines when you're not here.

Does he close his eyes and curse his own hand for not being yours? Does he wonder what you're doing to yourself all alone in bed in your home?

"... well well, Y/N, I didn't expect a... visit, from you, this evening."

Keeping the blankets held carefully over your chest with an arm folded over them, you give him a little smile. "Should I have sent word? Have a messenger tell you that I'll be waiting in the buff for you to come home and ravage me? I imagine that might have been embarrassing for you- not to mention everyone at work would have been a tad distracted."

That makes him smile himself, almost releasing a laugh at your cheek. "My dear, you do have a point. Besides,.. " Your heartbeat picks up in speed as he prowls slowly over to the bed and sits beside your legs; his hands dipping into the blankets and the mattress on either side of your hips as he leans into your face so you can feel his warm breath on your lips. His eyes flicker from your eyes alight with mischief, to your lips more then once- but forces himself to keep it together just a little bit. Even though you truly wish he wouldn't. "Its a welcome surprise... "

"Thought you might appreciate it," You mutter, your eyes unabashedly on his mouth. You cant help thinking about the places his mouth has been before... the parts of you that he has kissed, that you can still feel right now that you're in his familiar bed again- like he branded you somehow with his lips and his tongue. "... I heard you had a frustrating day,.. I wanted to help."

"That was... very... " He just brushes his lips against yours; not nearly enough to sate you, but just enough to drive you insane. Make you want to dig your fingers into his shirt and drag him in for a real kiss. "... thoughtful."

"I try."

"Hmmm... " Pulling back a few centimetres, the Judge looks down at your state, feasting his eyes on your form; the bedding wrapped around your clearly naked body. You can very clearly see how he aches to just rip it off you, but again- restrains himself.

... Agh!

"... What are you waiting for, sir?" You ask, after a moment, tilting your head down to catch his eyes once again with yours. For, you do love to have his hungry, greedy stare on you but you also need is touch. He flashes you a tiny smirk at this, one of those miniscule expressions of his that drive you insane.

"Eager are we, dove?"

With a gentle sigh at his teasing, not really frustrated with him but eager like he said, you let go of the bedding around your chest in favour of running your hands up his arms from knuckles to shoulders. The bedding stays put, but only just, and by the time your finger tips are grazing his neck - that cravat hanging loose and his perfect, crisp white collar open and making him look dangerously attractive, - , his eyes are absolutely on fire. "... well, yes- "

You barely get to admit your desires for him before his mouth is on yours, kissing the life out of you.

#Judge Turpin x Reader Excerpt #Judge Turpin x Reader #Judge Turpin #Sweeney Todd #Sweeny Todd x Reader #Excerpt

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sinfulseashell · 2 years

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Question for Yandere!Bonten

Let's say, you unintentionally turned on the AC higher, and when sleeping with S/O you feel them nuzzling closer to you because of the cold. What would you do? Take advantage of the situation or just find it cute and carry on with the night?

Thanks!!

Y!Mikey: He furrows his brow as he listens to the question finding it quite odd, but yet all he could do was imagine the scenario in his mind…how his darling would press their cold body to his wanting his warm embrace around them. Dark cold eyes now fading into a soft onyx as he lets a small smirk play on his lips, “Well Im sure we can always find a suitable way to get warm of embracing doesn’t work.” He chuckles, cheeks flushed from his own fantasies.

Y!Sanzu: “Well if I did that then my intentions would be to fuck so…” he shrugs while leaning back in his chair. “—but my darling is too naive. I’m sure they will think that all we will do is cuddle.” He laughs at the thought. “So cute! I can’t help but to imagine their flushed out face when they realize that all daddy wants is to be buried deep inside them.” He cups his cheeks while licking his lips hungrily. “As Mikey said before there is more than one way to get warm.” He winks.

Y!Takeomi: He quirks a brow listening to the question before a smile shows on his lips. “I wouldn’t take advantage of my darling, I know how my little one can be naive and gullible. So I’ll just enjoy the moment with them let’s just say it will be a nice change of pace to just cuddle.” He sighs happily.

Y!Sanzu: Looks at the camera while pretending to gag. “You make me sick.”

Y!Kokonoi: “Are any of these ever serious questions? As if I would need to do something so stupid to have my darling cuddle me…” he huffs while looking away and crossing his arms across his chest.

Y!Ran: Looks at the camera, “Dont mind him. He is just mad that he didn’t think of that.”

Y!Kokonoi: He leans closer to Ran giving him a vicious glare. “I will throw you off a goddamn bridge just to hear your head hit the pavement.”

Y!Ran: “Aww! That’s the sweetest thing you have ever said to me,” he smiles brightly. “—but Rin beat you to it. He is doing that as my final wish, but that doesn’t mean you can’t gift me some other type of way.” He chuckles.

Y!Rindou: Looks at the camera, “I hate all of them.”

Y!Rindou: “Why would I need to have them cuddle me just to fuck? My darling is willing to give me what I want at the snap of my finger. This is stupid…all of this.” He scoffs while taking a swig of his drink and slamming the cup back down.

Y!Ran: “He would cuddle them.” He smiles. “He is secretly a soft baby.”

Y!Rindou: “YOU WANT TO GET THROWN OF THE FUCKING BRIDGE NOW!? WE CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN!”

Rindou’s S/O: “….😐…” side eyes the camera and closes their eyes as they nod. “Ran’s telling the truth…”

Y!Rindou: “FUCK ALL OF YOU! CANT DO NOTHING IN THIS FUCKING PLACE!” Slouches in his chair as he glares at Ran.

Y!Ran: “Well cuddling for me always leads to having sex so…is there really a difference?” He shrugs. “Besides my little darling loves when daddy does-.”

Ran’s S/O: Quickly covers his mouth as they look down in embarrassment. “Please…save me the embarrassment and shut up…”

Y!Mochi: “Ah….well I mean I would use the time to cuddle, but knowing my darling they would um…take advantage of that situation…” he clears his throat while looking away in embarrassment.

Y!Sanzu: “Mochi are you saying that your darling takes advantage of you?” This question causes everyone to stare at the couple. As the silence builds Sanzu makes his way to the male and whispers in his ear, “Do you need help? Blink twice for yes.”

Y!Mochi: “WHAT!” He exclaims while shoving Sanzu away. “No! I…I don’t need help…I just…” he stumbles over his words as his face begins to flush.

Mochi’s S/O: “He enjoys me taking charge. Is that so wrong?” They shrug as they stare at everyone.

Y!Sanzu: “BLASPHEMY!”

Y!Kokonoi: “Sanzu shut the fuck up! Let them be! He is happy dammit.” Koko growls as he smacks Sanzu with his shoe. “Now let’s finish this.”

Y!Kakucho: He smiles softly while gently grabbing his darlings hand. “Well I love to cuddle my darling. Just having them pressed against me is enough to give me a good nights sleep. So to answer the question, I will just enjoy the moment.” He leans over to kiss their cheek as they look fondly back at him.

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jeankirschteinswifey · 10 months

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Holding Out For A Hero (Fives x Jedi!Reader)

Summary: You’re Master Krell’s current padawan. Never really liking your master, you completely disobey his orders and journey out to Umbara, hoping to find out what the guy has been up to. Along the way, you make a few friends, and maybe help them a bit too ;) (Part 1 of 2)

Warnings: Only slight violence, that's it tho

A/n: this fic is totally inspired by “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Taylor (yes I love 80s music) it’s been a while since my last fic (and I might start cross posting on ao3 soon under the name chirpybirdie)

2023 a/n: I still have not started an ao3 account. And it truly has been a while. Should I? (Kinda lost my game guys this is not my best fic- I'll get better I swear)

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“I told you y/n, you are not coming to assist me. Is that clear?!” Krell yelled at you.

*sigh* “yes master.” You reply, defeated.

“Good. Remain here and train with the others.” You leave, heading to your quarters.

He can’t tell me what to do. I’m 19, i’m not even supposed to be a padawan anymore! I should be leading my own troops, have my own clones to lead! You thought. You walk around for a bit, hoping to catch some air. Than, you caught a glimpse of Krell getting ready to leave from the corner of your eye, and next to it, a small ship, usually used by Jedi masters to lead their troops.

Bingo. You thought, and you ran for it, succesfully sneaking past Krell and heading off to Umbara.

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You land on the planet and see Anakin and your master talking. Realizing you may draw attention to yourself if you remain too long, you climb a tree and get higher ground, seeing the conversation from above.

“Thank you for the air support Master, it was much appreciated. But that’s not why your here is it?” Skywalker says.

“No, General Skywalker, the council has requested you back on Coruscant, effective immediately.”

Huh? But I was just with the council and they never mentioned Skywalker. Maybe it happened after I had left.

“What?? Why?”

“I believe a request was made by the Supreme Chancellor.”

Figures. You think while rolling your eyes.

“Well I cant just leave my men!” Anakin shouts.

“I will be taking over in the interim” Krell responds calmly.

You stopped listening after that, not wanting to even show interest in your master's conversation. Then, you see him. A clone. But he’s a bit different than the rest you’ve seen. He's very confident, he seems to be loyal too, and kinda.... fun? And not to mention his slight facial hair and the fact that he's an arc trooper made you swoon. You come back to reality and realize the troops are heading out and you follow them in the trees, praying you won’t be spotted.

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“FALL BACK!! FALL BACK NOW!” Rex shouts above the gunfire. Shouts of pain are heard from the troopers, falling one by one.

Holy shit. I really wish I could help but if Krell sees me, he’ll punish me for disobeying orders. You think, still watching from the trees. The gunfire had calmed itself as the men held their fire, trying to come up with another plan.

“Fives. Hardcase. I need you to infiltrate the base and get their ships to destroy these things. Use their own technology against them.” You hear Captain Rex order.

“They won’t see it coming sir!” Hardcase says. Fives nods and they headed out.

I should follow them, maybe try to help them too. You think and follow behind.

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"Before this I thought Krell was just crazy, but now, I'm beginning to think he just has it out for clones!" You heard the arc trooper say. You jump down from the tree and stand behind them.

"Yeah that's probably true, maybe the reason why I never got to lead some troopers as the commander alongside him" You say, startling the troopers. They quickly turn around and ready their blasters.

“Hold you fire guys. I’m just here to help” You say. You walk forward and show them your saber, proving your their ally. "I'm a jedi. I'm here to help you guys out."

“What the hell is a jedi doing here? The only one that was supposed to be here was Krell.” Fives snarled.

“We’ll for your information arc trooper, I’m his padawan. Trust me, I don’t like him much either.” You reply, glaring back at him.

God damn he looks good. Even when he's angry. You think.

“You heard that?” Fives asks.

“Yeah…I’ve kinda been listening in the trees this whole time because i’m not technically supposed to be here. ” You say.

“And you look older too, are you sure you’re a padawan?” Hardcase asks.

“Hardcase!” Fives yells.

“What!! Just a question!” Then you heard a comm beep. It was yours. And an incoming message from your master.

“Alright guys. Nice to talk to you. But we should probably get going with your plan." You say.

"But how? We were gonna climb the tree but-"Hardcase starts as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, holding your hands out as you do so.

"What are they doi-" Hardcase starts and suddenly stops as he is jabbed in the ribs by Fives.

"Can it Hardcase, it might be some jedi thing" Fives says, but is soon interrupted as he and Hardcase are lifted into the air, thrown over the fence and plop down onto the ground, groaning in pain. You however, leap over and land flat on your feet.

"How was that for a padawan?" You ask the troopers as they are still groaning in pain. You reach your hand out to help them and Fives gets up first, chuckling slightly at the stunt you pulled.

"I'll admit jedi, that was some stunt you just pulled." He starts.

"Y/n. My name is y/n by the way." You reply.

"Alright. Y/n then. Well, if we're introducing ourselves, my name is Fives, not 'arc trooper'." He says, extending his arm for a handshake. You take it, and give a firm shake, looking into his sultry brown eyes as he smiles back at you. Then, you continue on with the mission.

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Part 2 will be coming shortly!

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i was reading some chapter discussions since im catching up on skip and loafer and i saw someone call mtsumi self-centered like always and this was surprising to me because i've only seen her as a positive character! do i just have shima vision in thinking she is always right? i just cant think of how she is a self-centered character and how someone could get that impression!

oh anon……i want to say i’m sorry because i’ll write a lot about this topic.

honestly, people see her like that because of the breakup chapter. i don’t quite understand why people see mitsumi as a self-centered character when all she was thinking about was shima’s feelings and a way to preserve their friendship, for the both of them.

i’ve seen people saying she’s self-centered because, in their mind, she forced her feelings on shima, which was never the case. she was always open to listen to what he had to say and gave him a chance to speak up while they were having the picnic, but she knows how hard and confusing it is for him to open up and understand his own feelings. when she started to talk about wanting to focus on herself, it was clear to me that she was just making up an excuse to preserve their feelings.

we, as readers, need to reming ourselves that we are the ones with the “bigger picture”. we know what is happening behind the scenes, we have the power to read people’s mind and understand their emotions. not the characters. mitsumi doesn’t know ANYTHING that happened with shima or his internal battles. all she knows is what he’s ready to tell her and she respects and appreciates that. she never forces anything out of him or make up stories on her mind, all she does is respect his space.

when shima says “mitsumi is always right”, this comes more from his admiration for mitsumi rather than the absolute truth. he thinks she’s this amazing person who always knows what to do and always understand her own feelings, someone that he’s not. that’s why he sees her as someone who’s never wrong.

he keeps on repeating “mitsumi said i don’t feel that way about her” and that is already a point for people to say “see, mitsumi is imposing her feelings on him”, which is not true at all. shima never had the chance to be in touch with his feelings and be the one to determine what he feels. when someone he admires and think is right says something, ofc he’ll be “oh, yeah she’s right”. but that doesn’t mean he stopped and simply accepted: he’s questioning if this is truth since the day she said it — i mean, the fumi scene? the crab scene? the talk with mukai? all he wants is to understand his feelings and see if mitsumi was indeed right or if there’s something more that he’s missing.

that reminded me of another point that people broght up once that absolute make no sense to me: people said that, when fumi said mitsumi’s only good at studying, she’s just poking fun at both of them (mistumi and shima) with how terrible they are with love and understanding their own feelings. in fumi’s point of view, shima DOES like mitsumi’s romantically, and she’s surprised that mitsumi can’t see that herself, since she said “he doesn’t feel that way”. she’s not, at any point, confirming that mitsumi is selfish nor saying that she only thinks about herself.

i don’t know…mitsumi showed to be one of the most selfless characters out there. we even have a chapter with her exhausting herself to help everyone with the festival, starting to work just so she could buy her sister another wallet, asking the girls not to treat shima differently after knowing about the breakup….she’s ALWAYS thinking about others, which, in my opinion, isn’t even that great for her, i wish she would think more about herself and be more selfish!

anyways, sorry for the long rant, but this subject kinda makes me mad!!! like how can people see that sunshine as a self centered person?? absolute crazy!

hope i made myself clear!!!!!! but we can discuss more if you want, i’m always here for it 💛

#duckanswers #skip to loafer #i’ll protect shima and mitsumi with all my strenght #i don’t care who challanges me

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arashi-no-saxlphone · 3 months

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Axl Low is so fucking important to me like yes it's frustrating seeing the discrepancy between his damage and ability to convert compared to other characters but like even if he did actually suck (which to be clear he does not no matter how much I complain lol) I could not let him go. This is the guy of all time to me. Can you imagine how great the world would be if everyone was a little more like Axl Low? This guy has had so much fucked up unfair shit happen to him and all he has ever done was The Right Thing. He never got rewarded for being the world's nicest man and he just didn't care. Never became bitter never decided "Fuck this and all of you I have time powers so I'm gonna do whatever I want." This man spent so much of the series trying to get back to his girlfriend and his own timeline after being forcibly removed from it by events out of his control and the second he finds a way he makes the fucking impossible choice of "Cant do it cause it'd erase this timeline" I am SICK!! That is INSANE! He just kept doing shit he felt was right and he had a smile on for the vast majority of it. I cannot get over how strong he is. To suffer so much and just not let it change who you are at your core that is so fucking - I can't even think of a word to describe that. I wish I had half the strength and positivity of Axl Low I will just have to settle for my hands on a controller breathing life into the funny British man on my screen. Not even the only Gear character that does shit like this. Many such cases. I'm smelling the fucking game.

#sairambles #guilty gear #axl low #long post #sorry I'm losing it I just cant stop thinking about this shit #I'm vibrating and I cannot play more Strive today it'd be unhealthy and I need sleep #Axl Low is so everything I can't believe how far he's brought me #and yet the people around me are so tired of me talking about him or Gear #like suck my DICK I'm sorry you are BLIND and dont wanna feel that's a SKILL ISSUE #ggst #anyway please don't think this is cause for concern I just really like Axl Low LOL #I realise bits of this make me sound insane I just kind of went off

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ok so in part 2 we got to see more of gojo x reader past “relationship”

i wonder if gojo knows about his mom thoughts about reader (her being a one night stand and nothing more) and why do i have a feeling Naomi wasn’t just lucky to be in the right place and right time…

she’s gojo’s dad assistant AND his mom approved her immediately 🤔🤔 even though Naomi comes from a completely different social circle…

i don’t think Naomi is a saint as gojo think, not saying she’s evil either BUT she might get a little help from the outside (gojo’s mom) to act the way she does. bc how come she goes from acting shy and apologetic when reader found them in the couch, to give reader tips how to be a better parent and allowing yui to call her mom 🤥🤔 make it make sense

like who in the right mind would take a toddler on a trip without both parents permission?? in many countries that could be considered kidnapping even if one parent is with the baby and they dont cross the border! - when i was six i went abroad with my mom and in order for me to travel, my dad had to sign a written permission otherwise i couldn’t exit the country and my parents were married…

gojo pissing me off when he was trying to defend naomi for the mama episode by saying he will propose to her…like that doesn’t change anything reader IS the mother and eventually naomi will be the STEPMOTHER she would still have NO say in how Yui will be educated bc she has/will have NO legal rights. she can give her opinion/suggestions to gojo BUT NEVER to reader.

Gojo has to open his eyes bc if he’s truly happy with Naomi - i don’t really think so - good for him but he has to stop making reader’s feel like shit just bc his gf goes crying to him when reader doesn’t share the same opinion as her. i also noticed as soon as gojo doesn’t share the same opinion about something, naomi becomes sad and gojo tries to either reassure her or slightly changes his own opinion 🤥🤔👁️ my mom would call that manipulation 👁️

Honestly speaking Naomi is the easy route, what were the chances they got together if reader never got pregnant? bet gojo would still be having one night stands and wouldn’t spare naomi a glance.

The reason why gojo x reader didn’t work was because they were two strangers having a kid and didn’t communicate with each other. gojo was the first to give up even tho he promised reader to give it a try. bc how come soon after he got with naomi and she was oh so perfect 🥴 how can you possibly compare the two relationships when one has a kid involved…

so the mysterious man could be sukuna (bc of the tattoos).

it’s been weeks since the last argument, reader was clearly suffering (her mom’s words to gojo)…

that’s why i don’t think in that specific moment (a stranger man opening - shirtless- readers door to gojo) the man could be a possible love interest, maybe more like a friend bc she was still in love with gojo and a few weeks can’t possibly erase her feelings for him and make her move on easily, some people can do it tho (i.e gojo with his new gf 🙄)

also from the last sentence why do i have a feeling gojo has already met this “stranger” before?

the scratches in the stranger’s back scream sex but the bruises on his face? it’s a bit sus

last but not least contrary to popular opinion i still wish for gojo to be endgame, for that to happen he really has to have a gigantic redemption arc for all tje pain he caused to reader, specially when he said he wished they never met and had yui together, thanks good yui is still a toddler and was sleeping otherwise 💔 rip gojo’s relationship with his daughter

cant wait for more

this a great take, nonnie !! i like how you analyzed the few words of yn's mom and deducted abt yn's conditions, bc she really wasn't in a great condition during those weeks. she even had to steer clear of satoru as much as possible, bc seeing him hurts her. although, I can't say which of these is true or not, i can definitely see where you're coming from ~ thank u so much for this, and im happy that you're enjoying the fic <33

#🍭—kaitalks #f: sundered

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SPOILERS THE ENTIRETY OF IN STARS AND TIME FOR THIS RAMBLE. im covering acts 1-6 so theres your warning now but the ramble is under the cut. fair warning, may not make much sense either

ok trust me on this. this song right here makes me think of siffrin because of the isat brainrot but IT WORKS. AND IT FITS SO WELL AND LET ME TELL YOU WHY

(this is also my interpretation of it and how i understand the song and link it to the thoughts and ideas in my head. im also picking out certain lyrics because its easier to explain, so i would recommend listening to the song for the full thing)

"And I placed my palm upon your collarbone, and I wished to fall asleep deep in your marrow."

siffrin craves closeness with the rest of the party and in the memory of bad touch and the garden room, for example, its clear that they have no clue how to ask for it, and their way of getting that closeness can be odd or just plain weird. like how the song says that "they wish to fall asleep in their marrow", its a very odd way of achieving closeness with somebody, almost like trying to melt into them. (this may be far fetched but it makes sense to me stick with me here)

"There's a hunger under my skin and its gripping at my bones. There's a hunger like a lions and its ripping right through my bones."

its that feeling of hunger that is mentioned over and over again starting at the beginning of act 2 leading all the way into the end of act 5 that siffrin feels and just cant get rid of

"I'm as calm as a baby lamb that is being led. I'm as blue as blood before the blood goes red."

since finding out about the loops, siffrin just accepts the fact that they wont stay dead when theyre killed, and they use it as a way to delete their mistakes. hes incredibly calm about touching tears, about slipping on the banana peel, about using the dagger, all of it. siffrin gets so used to the depression hes falled into and just feels bad all the time. the glass shard that siffrin repeatedly keeps cutting their finger on, and later in act 5, the same glass shard they use to carve stars into their skin. and it ties with the red that continues to pop up throughout the game.

"And how it hurts even in the sun. Its a goddamn joke how we can hurt even in the sun."

everything is fine from everyone elses perspective and theyre completely oblivious to the fact that siffrin is looping through time, spending actual weeks in a hellscape of their own making. hes dying repeatedly and nobody else is aware that this is happening and theyre all blissfully ignorant

"For a heart beats the best in a bed beside the one that it loves."

isabeau refuses to confess his love for siffrin, and siffrin refuses to admit that they crave touch, and yet, both sides love the other unconditionally. (not to mention they literally sleep next to each other every night.)

"Yes, a heart beats the best when in a head, death becomes irrelevant."

after a while, siffrin has become so used to death and dying that it doesnt even matter to him anymore. killing themself is just another necessary evil they have to face in order to get to the end, have the "perfect" loop, and find answers. since they found out they could loop, it has stuck itself in siffrin's mind that "oh i can just erase all my mistakes and start over again" without so much as blinking at the fact that it means dying repeatedly.

"Cause if you're dreaming about dying, then you're not really living, darling."

siffrins entire existence starts to revolve around the dying, the loops, and escaping them. he cant even be happy with the rest of his party because of how terrified he is of messing up. theyre practically conditioning themself to loop at any mistake they make, and they harshly berate themself for it too.

after doing the friendquests a couple times as well, siffrin has those thoughts of "your friends would hate you if they knew why you were doing this" and "if you mess it up, you can just loop back and try again". siffrin stops even paying attention to the present and is so anxious about getting the "perfect loop" that he isnt even concerned about the present but rather the outcome. i think that is ultimately what went wrong with the attempted friendquests in act 5 as well.

"You've gotta be starving, you've gotta be starving for it."

again with that hunger that cant be satisfied with anything. as the game progresses, siffrins thoughts surrounding the snacks and the food always come back to how hungry he is and how its just never enough. it keeps coming back and siffrin is literally starving during the game and it gets especially bad in acts 3-5

"And if you're crying by the moon, in the sun you better lift up that chin."

siffrin was so depressed for the entire game, but then after act 5, its like the sun rises again and they can finally escape the loops and understand that the rest of the party loves them. he doesnt have to bottle it all up until it becomes too much and he can actually begin to enjoy life again after the loops end.

"You've gotta be starving, you've gotta be starving for it."

everything is over, and siffrin can finally rid themself of those feelings of hunger. the feeling is replaced with a want for love and siffrin is finally opening up and letting themself be taken care of by their friends family after all that they went through. the raw emotion in the singers voice when she sings these lyrics also feels very fitting for this

if i could animate, i would definitely make an animatic of this song and the characters to show what i mean because it makes more sense in my mind. i have so many ideas in my head in regards to this song specifically and its infesting my brain

im debating whether or not i should actually post this because its a bit confusing and strange but fuck it we ball

#suicide mention #self harm mention #holy shit this is over one thousand words #im just silly like that #im so normal i swear #in stars and time #isat #in stars and time spoilers #isat spoilers #isat siffrin #siffrin #so many spoilers #im being so serious #long post #rambling

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I would be lying if i say Feyre secretly like the idea that she can command her family. We see it when they were poor. Yeah, I get it. Papa doesnt want to work , we dont have food.

Feyre hunt. Yeah, our breadwinner. But she bring home also this bossy and commanding attitude. I thought it was just her way to cope with her fear of having to hunt and losing money to eat. Maybe it is her mask, her wall to shield herself from fear and anxiety being in the wood or not wanting her family to worry about her.

But, she gained comfort. Safety,provided and it became clear. Her attitude and controlling thing became more obvious as she ascended as High Lady. I dont realize the scene in acotar 2 where she "wish rhys could force her sibling to work with them" . Tf, who are you to force your sibling? You are no longer their breadwinner, Tamlin is (cuz give them money but papa archeron manage it and now they are rich).

But i sense it the moment the batboy first enter the Archeron manner and Feyre did nothing when the batboy make offensive comment to her sister. Say what you want, but i grew up in one wld and unhealthy sibling. Nobody can say bad word to my sibling except for me and vice versa. Nobody can call me bitch except my sibling. The same thing i mean girl 'its only okay when I say it'- Janis. There is boundary between the family and the outsider. And then feyre let them????? I thought their relationship heal in the last book????

Why the sudden cold between sibling?

And then we got Acosf. Omg, the anger I feel when feyre say things like 'what people gonna say if I cant control my sister. How will they trust me to govern?'

CONTROLL??? you admit it yourself here you wanted to control your sister, feyruhhhh???

And it was never about helping Nesta in the first place? If nesta didnt use the tab or money, will IC intervent her?

I knew Feyre like the power she wield. We see it with nesta. Guilty of it? Maybe like 48% of it but the rest is this feeling knowing your sibling will listen to you.

Then we have Nesta. Smart Nesta, educated Nesta, prized by their mother. I can sense this lead to a huge mommy issue for Nesta and Feyre. Nesta became the daughter and stripped of her worth to fit her mother dream daughter while Feyre leaves by her own. Tending her own loneliness.

One thing i notice of feyre is, she is too quick making a conclusion of one thing. Like how she conclude that Nesta will be a burden when she marry Tomas. She dont see Nesta perspective where she is trying to save her family, especially Elain.

If Feyre should not control her sibling then who should? Nobody should. I dont people came out to me and say 'oh you want nesta in charge because she elder'. Duh no.

They all should respect each other, support where it is needed and care for each other. But of course, no individual is flawless or perfect.

But the attempt to control? Oh feyre, i knew you secretly like it. It give you sense of authority. We see her losing her own authority in the IC, perhaps controlling her sibling is the only one left to her.

Friends? IC

Mate ? He established the IC.

Court? Handle by her mate. Where part she handle?

Education in prythian? I don't see it here. And rhys seem content letting her believe what she want. All goes to Rhys when it comes to decision making.

Her siblings are the only one that left. God, i feel bad for Nesta and Elain. They r trapped. Elain at least can escape to Day court once Lucien is recognized as their heir. But Nesta? Nuh-uh. A cursed indeed to Nesta and Cassian mating bond.

Hello anon

I agree with you. I think Feyre likes the idea of control. In her defence this is probably a coping mechanism from the cabin years where she felt like her mother's promise forced her into action.

But those are just her feelings, it's just her trauma, and unfortunately sjm gave up on addressing Feyre as a flawed, developing character when she had to make Feyre infallible so her view of Rhysand cannot be questioned by the reader.

I also agree that the "control" shouldn't be with Nesta just cause she's the eldest. She's also traumatized and coping with unhealthy methods.

Here's where my opinion might be controversial. (Disclaimer, I'm definitely for the sisters being the centre of this story and their relationship being key but I don't think that's the reality of what sjm wrote)

I think it's easy to see from the meeting in acomaf right up to the reason for the "intervention" that Feyre considers the IC equal or more important than her sisters.

That's fine, whatever, it's her life.

But she did something way worse.

Nesta has no choice if the "choice" is do what I want or suffer. That is called the Illusion of Choice. It's not real, it's coercion.

Feyre should not have offered that false choice. She should have simply cut Nesta off. That's her right (doesn't matter if we think it's morally correct or not)

If it embarrassed her so much why didn't she quietly ask Rhys to stop giving Nesta money?

But she insisted on using her political and financial advantage to dictate how Nesta should live. Control is Feyre's coping mechanism, yes, but when combined with her power over Nesta's physical, financial and political well being? That becomes abuse, whether she means to or not.

And I think you're right, in the end Feyre ends up regressing the progress she and Nesta have made because she realises she has nothing else to control in the Night Court.

She owes too much to Rhysand for them to be equals. She is hundreds of years younger than everyone else. She is still mostly uneducated and under qualified. Everyone has a role with real, direct influence except her so in a subconscious panic Feyre decides she much control her "household"

So all over again we are suddenly back in the literal first pages of acotar where Feyre is trying to dictate Nesta's life - no matter how justified she might think she is.

I think Feyre would be lost without her sisters, Nesta in particular, because suddenly the purpose she had built her identity around "saving and protecting" no longer exists.

Maybe that's also why she got pregnant so young. She needs someone to look after and she's the youngest person in the books so only her own literal child would work.

It's probably also why there was such importance on her hunting and none on what Elain and Nesta did. Because otherwise she would have to face the fact that she wasn't the sole reason her family survived and again this role of caregiver and protector will crumble.

Of course Feyre hunted and fed her family. Of course she saved Tamlin and Prythian and defended the Rainbow.

But now the war is over and she has no core identity. She doesn't know how to help as HL, she just walks around hears sad stories and gets things for free.

Anyways it's actually sad Feyre is so lost. I wonder if sjm is gonna have her sit back for the next books now that she has a baby

#anon asks #anti feyre #but not really #anti sjm #anti acosf #pro nesta #but not really x2

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