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on-wednesdays-we-eat-the-rich · 6 months

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While I was in the shower earlier, I realised that Kitty's relationship with Eleanor is surprisingly similar to my relationship with my best friend in primary school. I was Kitty, if you filled Kitty with extraordinary amounts of rage, and my friend was Eleanor. I must admit our friendship wasn't very healthy. I simultaneously idolised and resented my friend because she made me feel inadequate, like I had to prove I was worth spending time with. She was cool, she was trendy, she was sarcastic, she was judgemental, and she always seemed to have the upper hand. I would try to tell her about something I was interested in and she'd tell me it was stupid and boring. I would suggest a game to play and she would ignore me. I would be having a conversation with her and she would get all pedantic and argue with everything I said. She would randomly go off with someone else and I'd be left with no-one to talk to because I was terrible at making friends. I felt like I had to live up to her ever-changing standards and we'd both get angry when I couldn't.

I didn't realise that she was hurting me until Year Six, when things escalated dramatically and the mild teasing turned into active bullying. It went from "I'm cooler than you" to "I want you to be miserable" very suddenly, and for no apparent reason. We stopped being friends and I avoided her like the plague, but that was difficult to do because practically every girl in our class was at least well-acquainted with both of us, and I was scared I'd be ganged up on so I avoided the rest of them too. Then I got an e-mail from my friend. She was hugely apologetic and wanted to be friends again. I can't actually remember what my response was. I don't think the drama ended there, because the passive aggression and the snide comments and the poking me in the back when we were lined up continued almost until the end of the school year, but eventually the resentment faded. In Year Seven, my friend left school and moved away, and before she left she hugged me. I was honestly happy that things were changing, like we were being given a clean slate and a chance to move on. We could only communicate digitally from then on, and we haven't actually spoken to each other for a bloody long time, but I no longer consider her to be my enemy.

Why did I just tell you my life story? Because I saw a post yesterday that was complaining about Eleanor's "redemption" and saying it shouldn't have happened. Frankly I wouldn't call it much of a redemption. There's no arc to it. We don't see what happens next. We don't know if Eleanor becomes a better person after Kitty's death or if she stays the same. We don't know if she is punished for her bad behaviour or if she's rewarded for wanting to be better. Literally all it is, is Eleanor realising she fucked up and feeling remorse. That's it. Nobody tries to excuse her actions. Eleanor does give us a reason for disliking Kitty: because she thought Kitty had taken something from her. It doesn't take a genius to know that this isn't a fair reason, because Kitty has been nothing but kind to Eleanor, and Eleanor herself acknowledges this.

Considering the whole context of Eleanor and Kitty's relationship, I think Eleanor's behaviour and her feelings about it at the end make sense. It's not that they're justified, because they're obviously not. It's just that it's realistic.

Think about it: Eleanor is a bully. She and Kitty are sisters, probably of similar ages, have grown up together for at least some of their childhood, and seem to receive the same level of affection from other people. Neither of them are obviously favoured more than the other. Eleanor isn't worse-off than Kitty is, nor is she significantly more powerful. They're equals, but Eleanor feels irrationally jealous.

They're both pretty young, and Kitty's naivety and Eleanor's pettiness suggest that they're not the most emotionally mature people in the world, which is fair enough because why would they be? Eleanor's immaturity is shown in the way she treats Kitty. Her bullying is always either motivated by jealousy, as we see in the flashbacks in Something To Share?, or simply because she finds it funny, as we see/hear in the book/audiobook when Kitty's reading from her diary. Her "jokes" do sometimes go into dangerous territory, like when she abandons Kitty for hours when they're playing hide and seek, or when she pushes her into the lake, but as far as we know there is no desire to seriously hurt Kitty, only to embarrass her or to spoil things for her. That's why I think the Six Idiots made the right decision when revealing Kitty's death. They had the other ghosts originally suspecting Eleanor, which makes sense because they know she was horrible, and this just reinforces that fact for the audience, but to be honest, if Eleanor had murdered Kitty that would be a serious escalation from the childish bullying. And from a writing point of view, they'd already had a "supposedly trustworthy family member turns out to be responsible for a ghost's death" plot already in The Thomas Thorne Affair, so doing that again with Kitty and Eleanor might have come across as lazy writing. And I think it just fits better with Eleanor's character and her relationship with Kitty that she didn't kill her. Eleanor is a bully, but she isn't a monster.

Thinking about their relationship, it makes sense, at least to me, that Eleanor had a change of heart right at the end. We know that she didn't like Kitty, but they were sisters and they treated each other like sisters and Kitty never did anything to hurt Eleanor, so it's safe to assume that Eleanor's feelings about Kitty would probably be quite complicated. And considering her immaturity, it's unlikely that she fully understands them herself. I imagine the threat of losing someone you're close to would be a pretty sensible reason to reconsider your relationship with them and wish it could have been different. I don't doubt that Eleanor would have wanted Kitty to go away when she was alive, but she'd be understandably shocked when Kitty is actually dying and she realises how serious the matter is. Even if they didn't get along, Kitty has been a very significant part of Eleanor's life, and everything is going to be different without her. I think that's what Eleanor is worried about, and that's what triggers the realisation that she's been horrible to Kitty and Kitty didn't deserve that treatment.

Eleanor isn't some kind of cartoon villain. She's a person. Not necessarily a good person, but still a person. And I can tell you from experience that sometimes real-life people have an unexpected change of heart. To be honest, Eleanor's makes more sense to me because I know what caused it. My friend's apologetic e-mail literally came out of the blue. For all I know, it might not even have been genuine. I still feel hurt by the way I was treated by my friend, but I know that's in the past and I can't change it so I might as well live with it. I've forgiven my friend, because I've tried holding a grudge and it's exhausting, and I know history won't repeat itself. Things are never going to be the same between us and that's okay.

Eleanor doesn't get forgiveness. At least, not that we see in the show. Kitty thinks Eleanor was a good person but that's because she wasn't aware that she was bullying her. The other characters in the show know how bad Eleanor was and make no excuses for her. Everything she did to Kitty is clearly shown as abuse, and the closest thing she has to a redemption arc is simply her own realisation that she was wrong.

Was this plotline executed flawlessly? Probably not, nothing's perfect. And I don't expect everyone to agree with me, but I hope my argument at least makes sense to everyone. If you're unsatisfied with how the show went, I'm sorry, but the only solution I can give you is: fanfiction. Read it. Write it. Immerse yourself in it. You can do whatever you want with fanfiction. Go mad. Write the ending you wanted and don't harass the show's creators.

#bbc ghosts #kitty higham #eleanor higham #character analysis #yes i made this personal #no i don't care #sharing my life story helps me articulate my thoughts #the person to whom this is a sort of counter-argument made another point that i've had a lot of Thoughts about #so i might write another essay in response to that as well #i'm doing this instead of my homework btw #which just goes to show that i value my special interests more than my literal career

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void-of-unparalled-chaos · 7 months

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Me: "Okay you have a couple hours between classes. You can use this time productively to get work done that's due later this week."

Also Me: "Ehhhhhh... Ghost Adoption fic though."

#ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic #We are over 10000 words now in case anyone is curious #Two chapters are done and I'm currently working on the third instead of doing oh idk my calculus homework #still no clue how many chapters this will be but I'm aiming for each chapter to be between 3000-5000 words #still open for title recs btw #dpxdc #writing #my writing

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twilightarcade · 3 months

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If these "other people using my computer" didn't want to lose their saved work maybe they should've reconsidered using my computer

#wordstag #other people is me btw #anyway we are on a ROLL! unfortunately we have the Middle Schoolers tomorrow and I did NOT do my homework .#'remember your homework assignment' i . I forgor. Wwhat are we even doing #it's ok SPEEDRUN !!!!!!#anywya we just rewrote our outline timelinw for like the 5th time because i forgot i already had one saved on google #and quite frankly i didn't CARE !!! OHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#been a huge fan of standing around as of late. Ur telling me I can just stand in my house with no clear purpose or intent?#TONIGHT we're gonna do asks n everything. I prommy.#NEED a to do list app of sorts. ttime to see how that old notion is doing lol #also erm!! Locked out of one of my organization accounts ever since they killed and remade me. Need to get on that #also 💭💭💭💭 i sstarted a drawing r u proud of me like a good one. Not ms paint moment.#idk tonight's our night guys im kinda like on the moon over the moon even. Maybe I am the moon.#as much as i hate that guy but ermmm i'm going to learn a completely new thang instead of finishing my old thangs #it's only natural

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drydak · 1 year

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i love pinterest this was linked to a h*rry p*tter x reader fic on wattpad. his name is Y/N

#i'm moodboarding for my r/ckie fic instead of writing or doing my homework btw

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ninebluehearts · 1 year

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Hi so I was reading some of the stuff you wright (which btw it’s all freaking amazing) and I was wondering if you could do a Joel x ftm reader where they were dating before the outbreak and then the outbreak happens. the day Joel and Tommy got separated Joel thought it would be best if reader went with Tommy (due to what happened with sarah thinking he couldn’t protect him and he doesn’t want to loose the only other person he loves) be safe even though Joel and reader were both heart broken reader agrees. Later on when Joel gets to Jacksonville Ellie all ready know all about reader so after Joel hugs Tommy reader yells out his name and they hug for a long time crying and just happy to see eachother. Little bit later reader find out about Ellie being infected and Joel and Ellie get scared (mainly Joel) that reader isn’t going to like that but instead reader asks her how long she’s been infected and Ellie tells her however long and reader says something along the lines of ‘ longest I’ve ever seen a kids last but hey try being infected for 2 years’ and Joel and Ellie are both confused and I just turns out reader is infected I really wanted to ask you cause I like the kinda touch or spark you add to your fics!

Sure thing, my love!! I love this idea so much tbh 🤌💗

Warnings(MDNI): Some smut, violence, miscarriage (pig, not human though), just proceed with caution :)

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"I'm home!" Sarah called out, taking off her muddy boots before she made her way into the kitchen, where you were already working on making her a snack.

"Hey baby! How was school?"

"It was alright, I guess. Mrs. Addison was talking about predicates again." She plopped down onto the barstool across from you, setting her backpack on the seat beside her.

"Speaking of, did you get a grade on that homework we worked on the other night yet?" You asked as you slid a plate of fruit towards her, all of them cut into many different shapes, though stars seemed to be the most common.

"Yeah, I got a ninety-two." Sarah tossed a piece of kiwi into the air, catching it with her mouth.

You huffed, your hands coming up to rest on the curve of your hips. "How? Which one's were wrong?"

Sarah's lips began to curl up into a slow smirk. "Now, I don't get to say I told you so very often. But..."

"Nope." You began to pull dishes from the sink, organizing them onto the counter beside you as you filled the sink with hot water and dish soap. "I know for a fact that the answer wasn't B."

"So, you're saying Mrs. Addison is wrong?"

"Yup."

"The same woman who's been teaching English for twenty something years?"

"Yup."

Sarah shook her head, chuckling as she began to pull her homework from her backpack. "Did Dad say what time he was gonna be home?"

"I think he said around seven, but you know how your father is." You said, scrubbing at a stuck piece of food on a plate with your thumbnail.

Sarah simply nodded, eating another piece of fruit from her plate before gently pushing it to the side, replacing it with her pre-algebra workbook.

You always loved how easily you and Sarah could work around each other, both of you working on completely different tasks, though you could still enjoy each other's company.

You and Joel had been dating for over three years now, and though that may not seem like a very long time, you were still very much so considered family all the same. Sarah called you Mom and Tommy liked to call you 'sis' every now and then.

You knew that Joel was a little nervous when it came to the topic of marriage. Things didn't end well with Sarah's biological mother, and he didn't know if he could go through that again with you. Though with his not-so-subtle hints, you had a feeling that would all change soon.

It was nine when Joel came home.

Both you and Sarah were curled up on the couch together, the end credits of Breaking Dawn part one rolling down the TV screen before you.

Joel gently hooked his arms under Sarah's back and under her legs, successfully detaching her from your embrace without waking her up. You on the other hand, woke up with a start, immediately reaching out for Sarah.

"Shh, I've got her." Joel whispered, smiling at how possessive you were over her.

You simply nodded, a yawn taking over once you relaxed.

Joel disappeared upstairs for a moment, leaving you to pick up the dinner mess you and Sarah had left on the coffee table and in the kitchen. As you began to wash the small load of dishes in the sink, you felt familiar arms wrap around your waist, causing you to jump at first.

"Jesus Joel! I didn't even hear you come down!"

Joel chuckled into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath as he molded his body against yours. "You're cute when you get scared, you know that?"

You shook your head, placing a dripping plate into the rack beside you. "You're late, my love."

"I know."

"Again."

Joel let out a long groan, pulling away from you so he could lean against the counter next to you instead. "Chris gave us the wrong parts again. I swear to God, Tommy nearly kicked his ass. Fucker had a vein popping out on his forehead and everything."

You both laughed at that, soon allowing small talk to take over as Joel helped you clean up the rest of the kitchen. You soon both fell into your same old routine: Joel showers while you do your skin care, you both brush your teeth together, then Joel picks you up bridal style, carrying you to bed.

"Do you have to do this every night?"

"Damn right I do." Joel suddenly dropped you on the bed, climbing on top of you in an instant. "Why? Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head, slipping your fingers into the damp waves that were Joel Miller's hair.

"Good." Next thing you knew his lips were on yours, his hand haphazardly reaching over to turn off the lamp, knocking over a couple of books and a tissue box in doing so.

The next morning you stared at Joel's sleeping face with a smile, taking in every detail; every wrinkle and scar. He was truly the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

The way the streak of morning sunlight lit up his features made butterflies erupt in your stomach, making it nearly impossible for you to not reach over and touch him. You brushed a strand of his hair away from his eyes, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his nose.

You watched as his eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion that quickly turned to lust crossed his gaze. "G'mornin' baby doll." He slurred, sleep evident in his tone.

"'Mornin' honey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you yet."

"S'ok. I needed to get up anyways." Joel rolled onto his back, groaning as he extended his arms out to stretch, soon settling back into a comfortable sleeping position once again, his eyes fallen shut.

"Hey." You crossed your arms and rested them on his chest, setting your chin on your forearms as you looked at him.

Joel hummed, not opening his eyes.

"Happy Birthday." You said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"Mmm, thank you, baby." Joel lazily brought his hand up to stroke your hair, brushing the stray pieces behind your ear. "I love you."

"I love you too." You murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. When neither of you pulled away, you sat up on your forearms, deepening the kiss as you slipped your leg over Joel's hip, his hand coming up to grab the back of your thighs, pulling you closer.

The blankets fell to rest on your lower back, reveling your upper half to the cool air. You pulled away from the kiss as you sat up, placing your hands on Joel's chest. "Want a preview of your birthday present now?" You asked with a smirk, gently biting your bottom lip.

"Damn right I do." Joel reached over and grabbed a good handful of your ass, shivering at the low moan you let out.

A loud knock sounded from your bedroom door, making both you and Joel jump. "It's seven thirty! Come on, I'm making breakfast!" Sarah called out, knocking on the door one more time for good measure before she went downstairs.

You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Rain check?"

Joel nodded, his hand unexpectedly smacked your ass, making you yelp as you climbed off of him.

"Don't push your luck."

"It's my birthday. I can do whatever I please."

By the time you got home from work, Joel was still out on a job with Tommy and Sarah was presumably still next-door, helping Mrs. Adler bake cookies.

With nobody home, you decided to take some time for yourself. You cleaned up the house, threw dinner in the oven, then headed upstairs for a shower. By the time you came back downstairs, hearing the ovens timer sound off, you walked in to see Sarah already pulling the dish out of the oven for you.

"Oh, hey! When'd you get here?" You squeezed your hair with the towel one more time before you draped it over a nearby chair, walking over to the cabinets to pull out two plates.

"Just now." Sarah pushed a container of cookies towards the top of the counter with a grimace.

You raised your eyebrow, finding it strange that she wouldn't want a cookie. "What did you guys make?"

"Rasin."

You nodded your head, a look of disgust crossing your own face this time. "Well, you could give 'em to your uncle. God knows he'll eat anything."

Sarah gave you a small smile, hooking her finger on the edge of the plate full of pasta and dragging towards her. "By the way, is there anything going on today? There's a lot of police out for some reason."

"I noticed that too! I'm sure it's nothing. That new mall opened up downtown, so it could be shoplifters again." You picked up your own plate before heading into the living room. "Come on, we've still got part two to finish!"

And with that, Sarah picked up her own plate and followed you, brushing off the previous conversation.

You and Sarah turned to look at Joel when he walked in the door, silently taking off his coat and dropping his keys in the bowl besides the door.

"You're late." Sarah crossed her arms, trying her best to seem firm.

"You're cute." Joel said as he walked by, ruffling her hair before kissing the top of your head, plopping down on the open seat between you and Sarah.

He went on about why he was late getting home again, mumbling something about the wrong sized headers as he took off his boots. "Ah, never mind. Doesn't mean anything to ya."

Sarah glanced around the room, raising her eyebrow. "So. Where's that cake you promised?"

Joels hands came up to rub his face, a deep groan sounding from behind his palms.

You and Sarah exchanged a look.

"Come on, man."

"I know, I know." His hands fell to his lap, fixing his gaze on her. "Look, I'll pick us up one in the morning. I promise."

"Swear? Or else you won't get your present."

Joel sat up, a smile creeping onto his face. "You got me a present?"

"Swear."

"On my life."

Sarah reached behind the pillow besides her for a moment before retrieving a small box, silently handing it to Joel.

Joel glanced at you with suspicion; you held up your hands. "I dunno what it is."

Joel opened the box to reveal his old watch, though instead of the shattered glass and dead battery, the watch looked almost brand new.

"I got it fixed for you."

Joel picked up the watch and held it against his ear, a soft look of confusion washed over his features. "Did you?"

"What?" Sarah grabbed his arm, pulling it towards her so she could examine it. Once she realized the watch was fine, she rolled her eyes, plopping back against the couch.

Joel let out a laugh. "Gotcha!"

"You're lame." Sarah said, all three of you laughing along.

"Where'd you get the money for this?" Joel asked Sarah, silently asking for your help to buckle the watch on his wrist.

"Drugs. I sell hard core drugs."

You rolled your eyes, giving her a disapproving Mom look.

"Better than what I do." Joel muttered, admiring the watch.

"It was only twenty dollars.. Which I stole from you." She elaborated once she saw the look Joel gave her. "I could've stolen sixty, but I put the change back because I'm an honest thief."

"Mhm."

"Besides, it's the thought that counts. You were never gonna do it for yourself, so.."

Joel stared at her, letting the room fall silent for just a moment. "Thank you." He went back to fidgeting with the watch; Joel was never amazing at showing his emotions, but both you and Sarah could tell he was grateful.

You nodded at the pillow behind Sarah, watching her eyes light up. "Oh yeah! There's one more." She pulled out a DVD case from behind the pillow, causing Joel to grab it from her once he realized what it was. "I borrowed it from the Adler's."

"Oh! This is the one with the deleted scenes!"

"Yeah, imagine how bad those have to be."

Joel handed you the case, excitedly showing you where it said ''deleted scenes.''

"Come on. Pop it in; we've gotta celebrate your birthday." Sarah said with a soft smile.

You got up and shoved the disk into the player, plopping back down on the couch when you were done. Both you and Sarah curled into either of Joel's sides, causing a wide smile to spread across his lips.

"Now, you guys can't fall asleep now."

"Of course not. It's too riveting." Sarah said, making both you and Joel huff out a laugh.

Of course, you and Sarah fell asleep.

It was midnight by now, both you and Sarah remained huddled up against Joel's sides, your soft snores buried under the screams from the movie.

Joel's phone began to vibrate on the coffee table, making Sarah stir beside him.

"Hello?" Joel whispered when he answered, trying not to wake the two of you.

You woke up not a moment later, Joel's conversation and the TV became loud enough to wake you. You listened closely, hearing Tommy's muffled voice on the phone.

With the way Joel let out a long sigh and the rambling on the line, it sounded like Tommy got arrested again.

"Okay." Was all Joel said before he hung up, mumbling a quiet, "Fucking idiot." Before trying to figure out how he was gonna untangle himself from the couch.

"Who was that?" You whispered, sitting up so you could stretch.

"Fucking Tommy got into another fight. I've gotta go bail him out." He slowly slid off of the couch, turning to gently pick up Sarah.

You silently followed him upstairs, opening Sarah's door for him before making your way to your own room. Knowing Sarah was asleep, you didn't bother closing the door as you got changed into your pajamas.

"I'll be back in an hour, okay?" Joel said from the doorway, watching as you pulled on a pair of cotton shorts.

"Alright, just be safe, alright?"

Joel gave you a quiet nod, which put your mind at ease.

You walked over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "You know I love you, right?"

Joel pressed his palm against your cheek, kissing your forehead in return. "I know."

You both nodded, saying your goodnights before you made your way to your bed, hearing Joels keys jingling from downstairs.

Knowing he wasn't home made you anxious. You couldn't help but think back to the conversation you had with Sarah earlier, about the police and such. You had a bad feeling in your gut, but you had no choice but to push it away.

Nothing bad is going to happen. Everything is fine.

You repeated the mantra in your mind until you soon fell asleep.

Your eyes snapped open when you heard Joel scream your name from downstairs, his boots thumping against the stairs as he jumped up them.

You reached over and turned on the light, looking back to see Joel racing towards you.

"We've gotta go right fucking now."

"What? Why-"

"Now!" He grabbed your arm, pulling you out of bed and back downstairs.

You managed to grab your coat and shoes before you got outside, seeing that Sarah and Tommy were already in the truck.

Joel helped you into the backseat before he climbed in next to Tommy in the front, yelling at him to drive, though he was already stomping on the gas pedal.

"What the fuck is going on Joel?" You asked, sitting on the edge of your seat so you could see where you were going.

You watched as Tommy turned around in the yard, turning back onto the road. The headlights of the truck illuminated the Alder's yard; both Mr. and Mrs. Adler stumbled out of their home and towards the road, both of them covered in blood.

"Holy shit, Joel! We have to help them!"

Joel still didn't say anything to you. "Drive." He told Tommy, making both you and Sarah's eyes go wide.

Tommy hesitated for a moment, but then stomped on the gas, successfully hitting Mrs. Adler.

You held your hand against your stomach, a wave of nausea washing over you. Your ears began to ring, making it nearly impossible to hear what they were saying.

Sarah kept asking if you were all sick, Tommy yelled at the car that almost hit the truck, Joel tried to comfort Sarah and give Tommy directions. It was all such a mess.

You slid over a seat, wrapping your arms around Sarah to comfort her. You were both shaking, fearing the unknown.

"I've got you, baby." You whispered, gently dragging your nails along her back. Though she melted into your embrace, she continued to shake, her quick heartbeat thumping against your shoulder.

Soon you were in the city, where hundreds of people ran around the streets like chickens with their heads cut off; some were even covered in blood. Some seemed to be chasing the others.

Some were eating people in the streets.

You covered Sarah's eyes, refusing to let her see such a sight. It took everything in you not to throw up yourself.

Time moved by so fast it all felt like a dream.

And god damnit you hoped it was.

Tommy and Joel fought over where to drive to as crowds of people flooded the streets. And over all of the screaming, you could hear a quiet whistling sound.

Against your instinct, you turned to look out the back window, seeing a plane rapidly heading nose first towards the ground.

"Joel!" You screamed out, making Joel turn to see what was wrong.

His eyes went wide. "Fuck! Tommy, go now!"

But it was too late. The plane crashed into the ground with a squeal, making all of your ear's tense. That was the last thing you remembered before you blacked out.

When you finally came to, Sarah was lying next to you in the flipped truck, watching something outside of the shattered back window.

You turned to see what she was looking at; the sight draining the blood from your face.

A man was sitting on top of a woman, his mouth firmly planted on her neck, causing blood to stream down her collarbone and shoulders.

You recognized the man. He had come into the store this morning, telling you about how his wife had suddenly fallen ill with some kind of flu, you recalled.

"Sarah?" Joel called out, grabbing his daughters' hip. "Shit guys. Don't look at that." He started untangling Sarah from the vehicle, trying to quiet her whimpers as he worked.

Tommy pried open the door closest to you, hooking his arms under your shoulders and dragging you out.

You screamed in pain, your arm twisted out of place.

"Ah fuck!" Tommy muttered. "This is gonna hurt like a bitch.." And before you could register what he was doing, he grabbed your arm and twisted as hard as he could, snapping it back into place.

Your breath caught in your throat; the pain so sharp you couldn't even make a sound. Tears welled in your eyes as your arm throbbed in pain. And though you didn't want to get up, Tommy pulled you to your feet anyways, making his way over to the end of the truck.

"Is she okay?" Joel called out, trying to look for you.

"I'm fine!" You called back, finally catching his gaze for a split second. And in that one, single moment, you felt safe.

"We have to get off of the street!" Tommy yelled out, a cop car slamming into the end of the truck not a second later.

The cars were stacked on top of one another, both of them engulfed in flames. You and Tommy searched for a space to see Joel and Sarah, the smoke making it nearly impossible.

Once Tommy found a clear space between the two vehicles, he told Joel to head for the river and that he'd meet him there.

"What? We can't get separated!" You protested, looking at Tommy as though he were crazy.

"We ain't got much of a choice!" Tommy pulled a gun out from behind him, handing it to you. "Come on!"

He grabbed your good wrist and dragged you towards the ally, though you still tried to protest.

"Fuck, no Tommy! I can't kill anybody!"

"Again, you ain't got much of a choice." You both ran through the streets, trying to hide from the masses.

You had to stop to breathe for a moment. You were shaking and hyperventilating, the stress made your body begin to shut down.

"What the fuck are you doing? We have to go now!"

You tried to run again, but your vision was beginning to go out; black slowly closeing in around you.

"Fuck." Tommy muttered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders so he could drag you along with him.

By the time you got to the river, you saw a man towering over Joel with his gun pointed at him; Sarah laid in the grass nearby.

Tommy shot the man without hesitation, all of you standing there in shock.

Sarah's sharp, quick breaths filled the air, turning your attention to her. "No."

You raced over and dropped down besides her, covering her bleeding stomach with your hands. "Baby no!"

Joel was suddenly next to her, his eyes wide as he stared at your blood-covered hands. "We've gotta go-" He tried to pick her up, but Sarah screamed out in pain, pushing him away. "Come on babygirl! You've gotta get up!" His voice cracked as he yelled for her to get up, desperately trying to find a way to make it better.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, your throat tightening as tears swelled in your eyes. "Joel honey.."

"No! Look, she's okay! See? Come on baby, tell 'em you're fine!" Joel hugged Sarah against his body, tears streaming down his cheeks as he muttered please over and over again.

You wrapped your arms around Joel and Sarah as best you could, breaking down when you felt Joel's hand squeeze your arm for comfort.

Seventeen Years Later...

"No, I'm fucking done with this shit!" Tommy said, shoving the door open as he stormed out of the broken-down building, you and Joel hot on his heels.

"You ain't got a choice Tommy! What else are you gonna do? Settle down somewhere nice? Huh? Let me remind you that the only other life there is out there is in another fucking QZ!"

"So, you'd let them murder innocent people rather than fight for a better life? All because you're too scared of some government?" Tommy asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Joel scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Nobody's innocent."

"No, but everyone's a survivor. And I don't know about you, but I'd like to revive the human race, not help end it!"

Tommy had been aiding the FireFlies for the past three months now, claiming that they were trying to bring peace to QZ's around the continent. And though you agreed with them in theory, you thought they were going about all of this the wrong way.

You gently wrapped your hand around Joel's arm. "He's not wrong-"

"Jesus Christ! Now you?" Joel tore his arm away from you, stomping just a few feet away from you both. "I mean fuck! Y'all act like I want to do this shit!" He let out a humorless laugh, rubbing his hands over his face.

Tommy walked over to him, setting his hand on his shoulder. "Come on man. We'll leave these bastards behind, and we'll figure out something else- something better, okay?"

Joel shook his head, shrugging off his hand. "There ain't nothing out there Tommy!" A vein began to show on Joel's forehead, making your heart clench.

"Then you can keep doin' this shit on your own, because I'm done." Tommy stormed back inside to grab his stuff, leaving you alone with Joel.

"Listen-"

"You're going with him."

"What?" Your brows furrowed together; confusion evident on your features. "I'm not going anywhere without you-"

"You're goin'!" Joel snapped, surprising both of you with his tone. "And that's final."

You stormed over to him, pointing your finger in his face. "You don't get to tell me what to do. I can look after myself just fine, thank you."

"Good. Because you're gonna need to."

"What are you saying Joel? Don't you want to be together?" Your rage quickly faded as you studied his features, realizing what he meant. "No. Joel, we've been together twenty years- I can't lose you now. Not when we've come so far."

Joel placed his hand on your shoulder, finally allowing his eyes to meet yours. Seeing the tears welling up in your eyes hurt him on so many different levels. "I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss against your forehead, his entire body trembling against yours.

"Don't do this." You whispered, closing your eyes as the pain of losing him washed over you.

Without another word, Joel turned around and walked down the street, leaving you in tears.

"Joel! Fuck! Please come back!" You screamed out, your voice cracking as a sob began to rise in your throat. You felt Tommy's hand on your shoulder; you turned, hugging him as tight as you could as each sob wracked through your body.

"He'll come around." He said, though he didn't know how much he believed that himself.

About two months later, you and Tommy ran into a woman named Maria in Jackson, Wyoming.

You and Tommy had been walking for hours at that point, trying to find some kind of civilization that wasn't completely corrupted by the people or its own government.

You had asked if you could take a break for a moment, deciding that the open field that surrounded a river would be the perfect place to breathe.

Tommy reluctantly agreed, saying that you had five minutes while he went to find a place to 'take a piss,' in his own words.

You laid back on the ground for a while, closing your eyes to take in all of the smells and sounds of nature, trying to ignore the chill that always seemed to creep in through your heavy layers of clothing.

Though when you opened your eyes, a woman stood behind your head, pointing a gun in your face. You'll admit, Maria always knew how to make one hell of an impression.

She invited you and Tommy to come and live in the commune that the two of you hadn't even noticed; it's enormous gates only stood but two miles from where they had found you.

It's safe to say you both accepted. Though you agreed to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

It had been months since then, and Jackson life seemed to be a perfect fit for the both of you.

It didn't take long for Tommy and Maria to begin dating, though you always knew there was something between the two of them.

And while a few different men in the commune tried to worm their way into your heart, you made it known that you weren't looking for any tenants at the moment.

Two years later and you still couldn't seem to let Joel go.

You had no idea if he were still alive at this point, but you held out hope. He had to be out there somewhere; you could feel it.

And while Jackson was absolutely perfect, you didn't get to stay here for free. You were paired up with a farmer named Kenny, the both of you tasked with taking care of the pigs and chickens, making sure their pens were clean and they had plenty of food and water.

"Morning Kenny! How's Miss Q doing this morning?" You asked as you closed the pen's gate behind you, reaching over to pet one of the pigs that were happily munching on their lunch.

"She seems to be doing a lot better after your last goodnight kiss." Kenny gestured towards the pig in question, who was playing in the mud with her baby piglets.

"Ahh, I'm glad to hear it! I was worried about her for a while there." Miss Q the pig lost one of her piglets during birth two weeks ago and she seemed to be in a funk ever since.

"You're tellin' me." Kenny said, handing you a shovel. "You start on the chickens while I refill their feed?"

You simply nodded, taking the shovel and heading out towards the chicken coup to clean out their pen.

On your way over, you heard men yelling commands to one another, and not a moment later the gate was open, allowing a group of people to come inside.

They already made a supply run the other day, so you didn't have a clue as to what they could be doing outside. Deciding to mind your own business, you walked on, making a mental note to ask Tommy about it over dinner.

That was, until you heard it.

"Tommy!"

Your eyes went wide as chills ran down your spine, your breath caught in your throat. You dropped your shovel, walking down the street towards the gates.

The closer you got, the more you believed it could actually be him. You saw Tommy holding the man in a tight embrace, carrying on a conversation you couldn't make out the words to.

You picked up your pace, now racing towards the men as fast as you could.

Hearing the sounds of boots stomping against the ground, the man looked up, his wide eyes staring straight into yours, making you stop right in your tracks.

"Joel." You whispered, your soft pants causing little white clouds to block your vision for a moment.

Joel pulled away from Tommy, gently brushing past him as he made his way over to you.

"Darlin'-"

You practically jumped on him, digging your nails into his back as you held him impossibly close, tearing up at the soft chuckle he let out.

"I'm here baby, it's alright." He whispered into your hair, holding you just as close.

You stayed like that for a while, neither of you wanting the moment to end just yet. You've wondered around for the past two years feeling as though you were missing something- like you weren't complete. And this was it; Joel was your missing half.

"Sooo, this is her, I assume?" You heard a girl say from behind you. You turned to face her, smiling at how cute she looked with the millions of layers of clothing.

Joel cleared his throat, introducing you to Ellie.

You shook her hand, giving her a warm smile. "I'm impressed, honestly. You're the oldest kid I've seen in a while that isn't completely stuck in a QZ."

"You should be. It isn't easy trying to survive with this asshole." Ellie said, making Joel roll his eyes.

"I got you here in one piece, didn't I?"

"Eh, the jury's still out."

You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was some kind of connection between the two of them. Even when you all were eating dinner in the cafeteria later on that night, you could see it.

And when it finally hit you, you couldn't help but tear up a bit.

You vividly remembered all of the dinners you had with Joel and Sarah over twenty years ago, listening to their playful banter and having to step in when one got offended.

"So," Ellie began, pulling you from your thoughts. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You asked, taking a sip from your glass of water.

"How did you and Joel get separated. Bastard won't tell me."

"Ellie." Joel warned, staring at her with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"What? I'm curious!"

"Things just didn't work out, honestly. We both needed time away from each other I guess." You felt Joel's attention shift to you, though you couldn't bare to look at him in that moment.

Of course you were glad he was back, but that didn't make two years of heart break just go away with a snap of his fingers. It was going to take time.

Disappointed that your answer wasn't as interesting as she hoped, Ellie went back to eating her dinner.

"So, you never told me what brought you all the way out here. Tell me everything." You looked between Joel and Ellie, resting your chin on your fists.

Joel cleared his throat, glancing at Ellie before focusing on you. "Marlene wanted me to bring her out to Salt Lake with the other FireFlies."

"Why?"

"Uh- You know how Marlene is; she doesn't tell any of us much of anything-"

"You know Marlene?" Ellie asked, suddenly interested in the conversation.

"Sadly." Your eyes slightly squinted as you stared at Joel, looking him up and down with suspicion. He was always a horrible liar. "She always had a stick up her ass last time I saw her."

"Really? She was chill with me. She didn't even freak out when she saw that I was infect-"

Joel let out a loud cough, turning in his seat to look at Ellie with wide eyes.

"You're infected?" You asked, a small smile beginning to tug at your lips.

"She is, but listen-"

You held up your hand, cutting off Joel. "For how long?"

Ellie glanced at Joel, almost as if she were asking for permission before answering. "A couple of months."

You watched as Ellie pulled up the sleeve of her shirt, revealing a scarred over bite mark on her forearm.

You traced your finger over the skin, marveling at all of the cordyceps veins that spiraled around the bite. "Hm." You leaned back in your chair; Ellie pulled her sleeve back down. "How do you feel?"

"Fine, I guess. It's a little weird to know it's there though."

"Eh, you'll get used to it. Try being infected for two years." You said with a laugh, taking a sip from your drink.

"What?" Joel sat up straight in his seat, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Oh, yeah!" You stood up and set your foot on the table, rolling up your jeans to reveal your own bite mark that lay just above your ankle.

Joel stared at your leg for a while, your conversation with Ellie was nothing but mumbles to him at this point.

It was his fault. If he hadn't been such an asshole then maybe this never would've happpened..

Joel stood from his chair, hurrying out of the room without saying a word.

"I'll be right back." You told Ellie, hurrying after him. When you got outside, Joel was leaning against the side of the building, a hand on his chest with his eyes squeezed shut. "Jesus Joel, what's wrong?"

"M'fine. Go back inside." Joel waved his hand out to dismiss you, trying to conceal his pain.

You placed your hand on his back, frowning when he flinched at your touch. "Hey, look at me."

"Baby-"

"Look at me, Joel."

Joel finally looked up at you, meeting your piercing gaze.

"Breathe with me?" You asked as you took a deep breath in, following up with five more when he began to copy you.

He took another deep breath by himself this time, standing up straight. "I swear, I don't know why those keep happening."

"They're panic attacks, baby. I'm sure everyone in the world gets 'em at this point." You pressed your back against the wall, crossing your arms over your chest. "What caused it?"

Joel shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Was it my bite? If so, then you have to know that it wasn't your fault-"

"Of course it was my fault." He put his hands on his hips with a huff. "If I had just- been there, then maybe things would've been different.."

"But I'm fine, aren't I?"

"And if you weren't? What would I have done then, huh?" Joel snapped, now inches from your face. "I can't live in a world without you. I've lost too much already."

"C'mere." You grabbed the edge of his shirt and pulled him close to you, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. "I'm safe. You're safe. We're safe. Okay?"

Joel stared at you for a moment, fear evident on his features. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you firmly against his chest. "Okay."

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cats-closet · 1 year

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As mentioned,,,, poly yandere erasermic right but now I raise you, poly yandere erasermic with an american tourist with a cat quirk.

Weird and specific I know but hear me out, the tourist darling in question doesn't have to be american just foreign enough that they don't know a lot of japanese, and cat quirk can be to what ever extent you want but my preference is cat ears, tail, fangs, nails, and pupils. I've considered whiskers and even some level of paw pads but if there's not fur around those it's strange to be yk. ANYWAYS.

Allow me to elaborate on the tourist feature again. For a while I've been considering what erasermic would be like with a darling that just doesn't speak Japanese or at least not very well. This was brought by the fact im leanring Japanese in college and it's very fun to think about Mic trying to first calm you down when they ya know, kidnap you, and then later giving you Japanese lessons so the three of you can better communicate. I'm sure Aizawa would also begin to practice some english as well with Mics help but i lean more towards them having a lot of fun teaching you. Not to mention having lessons and probably homework lends itself to some scenarios if you catch my drift.

It's also an added layer of helplessness because not only would you have more difficulty outside raw in Japan but being in a completely foreign country means it will be difficult for you to get home when the pair confiscate your phone, passport and id. They definitely tell you that a lot as well to make sure you're appropriately discouraged from attempting escape hehe :)

These could be completely separate btw it's just two traits I like to imagine on specifically their darling that makes it more fun and adds some more drama I think,,

Jump back to the cat quirk HERE ME OUT. Obviously Aizawa loves cats and I'm sure Mic finds them cute too. So when say Mic randomly sees you oh my god he HAS to tell his husband. Mic observes you for a while because of course he thinks your adorable and when Aizawa sees you they both start getting some ideas.

They're not the kind of people to randomly kidnap and helpless civilian they find cute but they're still psychotic freaks that watch you for a while at least out of curiosity. Eventually your mannerisms and persona wins them over and they become further obsessed with you for more than just your quirk. Maybe they see you feeding stray animals or maybe confronting someone who was rude to you, depends on you of course and whatever tf you do but I digress.

After you win them over with your delightful personality they kind of go about the same process of abduction as you would for trapping a stray cat. Cats have a natural intuition so instead of ever confronting you face to face they lure you into an alleyway like serial killers before blocking both exits. This is something extremely frightening and you try your best to escape but you're no match for two experienced pro heros. Hizashi is profusely apologizing for scaring you all while they inject you with a sedative to make the trip home easier.

They probably socialize you like a feral cat too now that I think about it but that's a story for another time.

Anyways I like both these concepts separate but something about the two together is rather special teehee

#silly goofy mood #mha #bnha #yandere bnha #yandere pro hero #yandere aizawa #yandere erasermic #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere present mic x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere

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goth-boots · 7 months

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👹 Baki Headcanons 👹

Fear me for I have dedicated my life to writing silly, goofy Baki headcanons and scenarios >:D

Dealing with depression my way 💪🏽 (but if we are to talk seriously, please, go get yourself a therapist, they know how to help)

P.S. Btw I'm not that good at prepositions ;-;

So, uh, enjoy these headcanons o' mine. Write in the comments who you'd like to see in part 2. Hope you like it :3❤️

School Subjects (part 1)

Baki

- He doesn't care about most of the classes;

- Most of the time he daydreams or sleeps;

- But when it gets to astronomy he seems interested;

- "Are there any aliens? Are they stronger than us? 🤔";

- Now Kozue, Retsu and others know a lot about planets, black holes and theories about Moon being an artificial satellite and other galaxies where nonhuman civilizations live;

- Watched dozens of sci-fi movies about different creatures and other worlds;

- Almost decided to go to a space station, but Kozue somehow stopped him;

- "You know, that'd be awesome to meet an alien";

- Please, don't tell him about Area 51.

Kaoru

- Have you seen him near school?

- Overall he has good grades even though he rarely goes to school;

- Nobody would ever give him C or B! (for their safety and in general Kaoru is pretty smart so there's no need to give him low marks);

- But he has an interest in history, especially in Sengoku period;

- "These weapons look weird... I wonder if it was hard to break them";

- Sometimes outsmarts his teachers by pointing out at their mistakes;

- May bring his favourite books with him, so the time will pass faster;

- "School is disappointing. Interesting, how Baki is doing? 🧐";

- Can stand up in the middle of a class and leave because.. he can?

Jack

- Didn't pay attention in classes;

- Instead always studied at home;

- And had excellent grades 😳;

- "When is the break? I'm already hungry.";

- Didn't like every subject equally, except for math, biology and health & physical education (those 3 were "fine");

- Some biology topics like anatomy interested him;

- PE was a mandatory for him (sometimes he liked it, sometimes he didn't);

- Always had pills in his backpack;

- Was bullied, but tried not to pay attention to it;

- "Uhuh, so that's on what I was missing.. Well, now let's go to the gym to try it out, I guess?";

- Was annoyed by those who tried to protect him from bullies;

- Graduated, but wanted to drop out.

Retsu

- Probably didn't attend a public school;

- Temple was his everything;

- Surprisingly was and still is good at calligraphy;

- "This stroke looks off..... RRRAAGH!!";

- Suffered every time when he needed to concentrate on something;

- Tried to be more patient. Failed multiple times;

- Enjoyed cooking, and now knows how to make almost every traditional Chinese dish 😋;

- When Baki asked him to look at his physics homework, Retsu kind of malfunctioned;

- "Uhuh, so this is it. Right. But what about this part... 等等，我不應該懂這種程度的日文.";

- But he's always willing to learn something new!

Doyle

- Studied really hard, but after some time got disappointed with teachers and the whole educational system;

- Was actually liked by teachers and had a couple of acquaintances among classmates;

- Favourite subjects were science, biology, and design & technology;

- "What do you think.. Can I get CIPA? ... Nah, wishful thinking";

- Planned to install blades in his joints from school;

- In general he's a smart cookie;

- Was never bullied, but ignored;

- "I need to learn chemistry.. What type of metal is incompatible with human body? 🧐";

- Dropped out.

#baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki headcanons #baki hanma #kaoru hanayama #hector doyle #retsu kaioh #jack hanma

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misc-obeyme · 1 month

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More castle shenanigans!:

Hitching a ride on barbatos back while he does chores because I had nothing better to do. (He asked me if I did my homework which I didn't and forced me to go do it)

Drawing on diavolo's free arm/hand while he does paperwork. (I tatted my name with a mini crown on it my name so happens to be Ace btw)

Taking Ace of spades cards out of the deck and sticking in/on random places in the castle. On little D's, in barbatos 'secret'(everyone knows about it) dungeon, diavolo's office, barbatos room, the halls, the basement, anywhere I can get my hands on.

Giving Diavolo the king out of the deck and saying it represents him. Barbatos is the jester. No if ands or buts.

Bows for barb

LOL I'm pretty sure Barbatos would disagree with being the jester. Though I don't know if there's a card that would actually fit him, so jester it is!

He would probably also protest about you hitching a ride on his back. I'm not surprised he would make you go do homework instead. I would've said he'd put you to work, too! Like if you're gonna hang out there, you might as well assist him in his chores!

Oh yes, Diavolo would love it if you drew on him. He would love having your name on his skin. I think he'd feel bad about washing it off and might ask you to do it again. He probably hides it under a sleeve so Barb can't see it lol.

I definitely see Barbatos collecting the cards for you. You'd have to be like, no they're supposed to stay there and I think he'd just ???? He'd probably still collect them all, maybe managing to leave a few in more hidden spots.

I think Diavolo would keep the king card in a special place. He seems like the kind of demon who would treasure anything you gave him.

#they both enjoy the shenanigans #even if Barb acts like he doesn't lol #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #bows for barb anon #misc answers

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yawnzzznnn · 7 months

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hihi! i was wondering if i could request haemin x fem reader and he’s like comforting her after she’s been burnt out from school, if you’re uncomfortable with this that’s completely okay! thank you so much anyways! your writing never fails to put a smile on my face btw, i’m always excited to see read your works! 🫶🏼

✂Addictive Love - Haemin~ ༝༚༝༚♡ﾞ

✂Special thanks too: Anon, Haemin, 8Turn

✂Note: I'm still sick and can't really focus but I hope you enjoy ♡︎ also happy Halloween everyone

✂TW: Slight angst : crying : stress : school : homework : Bones cracking : Haemin basically babying reader : sitting on Haemins lap : Haemin changing reader : reader wears makeup :

✂Taglist: @bunnie-stay-p1ece

✂Words: 619

10-31-23

Doubt filled your mind as you skimmed through the pages your professor provided you, the deeper you went into the text book more tears piled in your eyes, before you knew it you were a crying mess. Unbeknownst to you, you're boyfriend of two years Jung Haemin, was planning a surprise for you.

He noticed you've distanced yourself. Only staying at school or, in your room studying or, doing homework. While you were sobbing over you're text books Haemin had arrived at your house with a huge bouquet, arranged of you're favorite flowers. Haemin noticed how quiet the house was while he was taking his shoes off, no matter how hard he listened he couldn't hear you're pencil, you're sighs of frustration, nothing he heard absolutely nothing.

Worried, Haemin set his journey up the stairs, off to your room. Softly calling out your name after approaching every room, finally he made it to your room. The sound of your silent cried through the door broke Haemin's heart immensely. He slowly creaked the door open so as to not startle you, seeing you curled up on your seat tears running down your face, caused Haemin to almost drop the flowers.

Rushing to your side, Haemin sat your flowers on your desk, embracing you in a huge hug, "hey your ok...don't worry ok? It'll all be over soon, Don't worry about it" Haemin whispered in your ear petting your hair. Before rocking the two of you back and forth, Haemin picked you up, before quickly sitting in your seat and, placing you on his lap, after 30 minutes or so you're tears calmed down.

Before you could speak Haemin shushed you pushing you back into his chest "shh don't say anything. You don't have to explain anything to me...just rest ok?" Haemin assured in a soft voice. Haemin continued to rock you back and forth, almost like a mother would, to stop her infant from crying. Upon noticing you've fallen asleep, Haemin unwrapped one arm from around you, still rocking you with his body and other arm, as he flipped through the pages of your text books and packets.

Once gathering the information he needed Haemin grabbed you're pencil and began writing, his hand writing an exact replica of your's writing down answers he knew pausing to think on one's he didn't. A few hours later Haemin finished you're work, while still rocking you back and forth on his lap. Hooking his arms under you're butt he lifted both you and him up, his bones audibly cracking as he stretched.

Making his way over to you're bed he sat you down, before going to your closet to grab you're sleep clothes, making his way back over to you he changed you into you're pajamas. Grabbing makeup wipes to wipe off whatever you had on, once he got you're makeup completely off he brushed his fingers through you're hair.

Admiring your peaceful face. Haemin eventually laid down next to you tucking you and him in, turning towards you kissing you're head, then eventually falling asleep with you nuzzled deep in his arms. The next morning Haemin made sure you got your flowers, of course keeping one so he knew when they died and, made you memorize what he wrote down assuring you "don't memorize the formula's instead memorize the answers" he told you, making sure you were stress free that whole day.

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idv-sunsxin3 · 4 months

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I just need platonic hcs for the dorm leaders walking in on the first years doing shit like this

Note// These kinds of activities similar to that video are not meant to be encouraged btw---

*Twitches eyes*

What the bloody hxll-

Instead of doing homework- you're killing time with these kinds of games???

Off with your heads- I mean, to the penalty room...;;; (and no Ace, you're not going to have dessert today. )

After a lot of convincing, Riddle eventually hesitated until he just walked away- letting Trey take in charge in watching over the "kids" just because he needs alone time to 'reflect';;;

He be just blinking before not minding 0 craps about it.

He'll be just sleeping to play dead, no one wake him up of anyone gets stabbed in the process- it's not his problem/ih

He is technically dumping all his duties to Ruggie for the nth time--

Sniffs sniffs.... Did you say money???

I think Azul just got a capitalist moment once seeing that kind of ✨️money✨️ game-

I swear, what have they done--- now he is putting them into a chokehold and making similar different kinds of games against their will/ih

You are one step closer for convincing his lounge to become an even dangerous casino Ig/j

Would join the fun out of curiousity- but also a bit scared of where the knife is pointing----

"What culture does this game come from?" :0c

Internet, Sunshine./ih

Jamil later on catches him before dragging him away from the moving knife djfnfbbf freaking gives the first years a scolding and an earful---

Confiscates the money, gatekeeps the cleaner, and takes the knife away and Hands it to Rook (for the first years horror---)/ih

"Out of my campus- I don't want these brainwashed games in my lawn. Do it somewhere else."

"I'm not responsible for any of you besides Epel- He must never ruin his face with unwanted cuts."

"Vil-san, not now...."💀/ih

He would never dare to step a single grass.... nor even that group. Ever/ih

He's always encountered as a floating tablet, but I swear if they also put his brother Ortho into it, he will sure sent them to hell/ih

This group is too extrovert for his liking,,, can't even handle this kind of chaotic energy-

ah? Hey! His behavior at competitive modes in games are a different story!!! Leave him alone <//3 /ih

Joins in without questioning. He's curious about these kinds of questionable human games....(which are not even normal unfortunately---)

He won't snitch on them if Prefect wants to...- (Malleus, pleaseeee;;; 😭)

#twst #disney twst #twst dorm leaders #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst writing

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scaly-freaks · 22 days

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Literally every single headcanon idea for Feyd and the new oc, chose any you like I wanna know all of them

HMMM okay omg there were so many questions this is about to feel like HOMEWORK!!! Let me lay the ones I like out. I kinda weave my own canon in to fill out blanks from the OG canon material btw.

(i've decided to name her Eshal, it means 'flower of paradise' in Arabic and is only fitting considering the influences in Dune)

How did your muses meet?

Feyd-Rautha killed her father and dragged her by the hair back to his spaceship. Mhm. I wish I could make it more romantic. But I cannot. Eshal was on the verge of going through the spice agony when the Harkonnens arrived, and for some reason that is inexplicable to both her and her fellow sayyadina, she couldn't use the Voice even though she had the ability before. She hasn't been able to use it since she was brought onto Giedi Prime (though I guess shrieking with grief and rage as Feyd dragged her to the ship counts as a very hearty attempt).

2. How long have your muses known each other?

About two months since he took her.

3. What was the last gift your muses got for each other?

Well, you see, Feyd got her a music box. It had her mother's teeth in it. She does appreciate it, though she'd never tell him, and she definitely knows he didn't do it out of the goodness of his heart. He just wanted to break her spirit, but instead, it's the one thing keeping her from suicide because she focuses on the question: who will protect my mother's teeth if I'm gone? (Her father did it before her - she has no siblings)

4. Do your muses have a 'place' that's just for the two of them?

Yes, the dungeon.

5. Do your muses want children?

Feyd is like the Baron in the sense in that he has a great deal of disgust for the Bene Gesserit breeding program. However he is fascinated by them, and it's like 'penis envy' but in reverse (whatever that's called). I think if it came to it, he'd come round to the idea of an heir, though we better keep that little mf away from him if it's a boy because he's definitely the kind of father who'd be overly competitive with a son.

Eshal would rather cut out her own tongue than consider having a child outside of the breeding program (this may or may not change).

6. Do your muses want to get married?

No.

7. Do your muses have any pets together?

Feyd has his harpy pets. Eshal can share them I suppose.

8. What do your muses do for fun together?

One tortures the other. The other screams. And then occasionally pisses themselves and starts laughing deliriously.

9. Which one of your muses is more affectionate?

An anaconda is more affectionate than either of them.

10. Who's most likely to apologise first after an argument?

Argument? What argument?

11. What was your muses first impression of each other?

Feyd thought she was very pretty in the way a deer is very pretty just before you shoot and kill it. The deers on Giedi Prime have poison tongues though, so if one gets you just before you get it, it's over for both of you.

Eshal thought he was bald and barbaric as fuck. Her opinion hasn't changed.

12. What is one word that would describe your muses relation?

Demonic.

13. What is your muse's sex life like? How frequent? What are they into?

*awkward laugh* Not with each other...but uhhhh...well, I'm guessing since Eshal hasn't been admitted into any kind of Bene Gesserit breeding program yet, she's still a virgin (?) I don't know if they're allowed to have sex recreationally outside of their assigned penis-havers.

Feyd fucks. Like everyday. Doggy position is his favourite. He doesn't like eye contact until it's on his own terms, and he doesn't like any kind of intimacy that involves being reminded the person he's fucking is also a human being. Hence the doggy position where he doesn't have to see their face. I also headcanon that he's into CNC/Bloodplay/Asphyxiation/Humiliation/Degradation all that stuff, ya know? He's also massively into Fearplay. If you don't know what that is...get acquainted.

14. Do your muses have a 'song' that's just for them?

No, but I have some for them.

#feyd rautha #feyd x oc #dune part two #ask game

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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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NRC staff (minus sam) react to reader saying their dog (aka grim) ate their homework?more like burnt

Hey there Anon ! Sorry for not answering your ask earlier, this writer procrastinates like a motherf*cker but I've finally motivated myself to do something also cause I ran out of other stuff to do so here you go-. I hope you enjoy it !

Warning(s) : cussing/cursing or whatever you wanna call them, reader is gender neutral and the relationship between them and the staff is strictly platonic. I will murder Birdman

NRC staff reacting to reader saying that grim burnt their homework :

Crowley :

So here's how this shit went down.

This guy was walking around the school like he had no responsibility whatsoever after he proceeded to give you more than 3000 files and paperwork to do instead of him.

He goes back in his office, and you appear out of nowhere kicking the damn door down LIKE AN ENRAGED DEMON CRAWLING OUT OF HELL- and calmly tell him "Grim burnt the papers."

and while you wait for a response he's just standing in the corner screaming his lungs out like :

Reader : Are you done yet ?

Crowley : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*faints*

Reader : "..."

Reader : "Well at least that problem is fixed. SOMEBODY HELP ME GET RID OF THE BODY ! ALSO DON'T BURN IT IT'LL SMELL LIKE SHIT BURNT ON A STICK-"

Crewel :

*smacks the shit out of the raccoon* "I put your loud flamethrower out of commission now here is a copy, go do it again please. I'll set an extension for you."

.....

WELL THAT WAS FAST-

Anyways, from my point of view, Crewel is kinda like a benevolent woodwork teacher who is just overseeing the workshop but allowing his students to discover for themselves...

Which machine is most likely to cut their fucking heads off.

brbrbrbrbrbrrbrbrb AAAARGHH-

"It was that one Ace, well done."

Vargas :

Now this man is annoying.

And when I say annoying I mean going on a train and seeing a seat being occupied by a fucking purse.

Like mate-

Put that shit on your shoulder. Nobody cares that it's fake Gucci.

And so he'll be very very very veeeery annoying when you tell him about it.

Makes you do five hundred push ups and proceeds to encourage you to continue while you're body is pissing sweat and forcefully wheezing out your kidneys.

You won't be alone cause grim is fucking joining you btw.

Trein :

probably is the only one with a sane reaction and advice.

"Make sure to keep grim away from your assignments next time, I'll let it pass just this once."

He's nice, I mean he is like a grandpa.

..Yeah that's all I'm gonna say for him.

Done.

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Hello, love! Hope you have a wonderful time today.

Can I request a multiverse fic where y/n (shoulder length hair, younger, slightly taller than lesso) is from the modern world and got picked by the storian to be the new professor for the newly combined school for a new subject (swords play + henchmen training), so she's neither an Ever nor a Never (if she did, she'd be a 60%Ever 40%Never reader). She's kind of a kind and playful tomboyish girl (daily wears, behaviour etc) but not above being cunningly evil while punishing students as she see fits which is how she caught Lesso's attention.

They've been bickering and bantering each other for a while now, y/n calling her Nora instead of Leo or Lady Dean instead of Lady Lesso like everyone else when she's teasing her, which Lesso secretly likes but will never admit it.

She reaches her breaking point on the night of the winterfest ball where y/n come wearing a suit looking hot and catching everyone's attention (ref: black haired Elaine Markinson). How/why she explodes is up to you (feeling is mutual btw).

You can also make it implied smut (bottom Lesso, she secretly love other people being in charge over her) and implied intersex y/n. Their nickname after being together is little raven for lesso and little pigeon for y/n.

I know this is pretty specific and might be hard for you but it's up to you if you want to omit certain details or to twist it up to your liking, I'm fine with anything!

I hope you dont find this like an essay homework or some sort 😂

Love the works you do, hun. Thank you so much for writing those stories.

-💜

Hey anon! I really enjoyed this request thank you so much for sending it and the details really helped. Thank you for your kind words I adore writing and knowing you all like what I write is the best feeling.

My very own Raven| NSFW

*Authors note~ I love how detailed this is and the descriptions just helped make this flow. I'm sorry about changing the word pigeon but I couldn't make it flow:( I hope you enjoy this loves*

Trigger warning~ intersex reader, dominant r sub l

Prompt~ see ask^^

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Being from the Morden world, being picked to teach at the school for good and evil was a unheard of experience. Now for you this was a challenge you'd love to face head on but for it had caused some hassle from others in your life. The day you left was the day you finally felt free. Free to express yourself and be who you felt you should be.

The newly merged schools had a new list of classes for the students. Although joined, they still liked to separate themselves into their schools. Some traditions were made and some were formed. Instantly, you feel in love with the school and the students in it. But one lady in particular caught your attention. The one and only Lady Leonora Lesso. Due to you being a new teacher you also had to be sorted into your side, however what was most concerning to everyone was that you didn't fit into either side fully. No you had come out being 60 % Never and 40% Ever. Luckily for you, you had a class that was joint of Evers and Nevers. Swords play and henchman training is what you were to be teaching the students and you couldn't help but feel the excitement bubble through you. Truly this was a subject that fascinated you and suited you down to the ground.

Truth be told you were often referred to as a tomboy, the clothes you wore tend to tight fitting pants and a top tucked into the pants. A nice pair of healed boots and your shoulder length hair was slicked back into a neat ponytail. The boots added to your height making you stand just a few inches above the Dean of Evil. The attire was absolutely perfect for your job. That provided you with the confidence you needed by making you comfortable in your own skin.

You normally held a quiet and sometimes shy demeanour, and your heart was full of kindness until the situation called for a harsher approach. Your students knew you to be fair but strict. That commanded them to mainly behave for you, but you had a few fun times where a student had overstepped, your punishment ensuring they wouldn't stray from the rules again. And those punishments are what lead to you to being in this game with the Dean. You had managed to get underneath her skin not that she would admit it, you challenged her and that was something she would not lose. You knew the effect you were having on the women watching as she glared hold in your head after you called her "Nora" instead of "Leo" or "Lesso" was exciting for you. How far would you be able to push her until she snapped?

That snap came on the night of the annual Winterfest ball. You had opted to wear a black tight fitting suit. The outfit highlighted your assets perfectly, the crisp white blouse had just enough buttons undone for the black lace of your bra to peak through. Your hair in its signature ponytail, and a black blazer that buttoned up just underneath your cleavage. The outfit paired with some nice heals and a beautiful chunky necklace. Your makeup was light, not something that anyone had seen you since your arrival. You knew you looked good, you felt confident and comfortable and that showed as you strode into the ballroom.

Eyes instantly drawn to you, as you strutted across the room to grab a drink. Slyly you snuck a glance in the direction of Lesso, pleased to see her eyes were trained on you, seemingly devouring you then and there. The gaze was anything but pure and that made you shiver in desire. Deciding to really push it tonight you made sure to swirl your drink in your hand before taking a sip keeping eye contact with the women before sending her a cheeky wink. Next, when you were sat you made sure to sit a little unlady like, hands resting on your inner thigh as you caught her gaze once more. This time you rolled your eyes as a cue. You were bored. And quite frankly you wanted her to make a move, this cat and mouse game of bickering and one upping each other was great. But having her in a bed, you could think of many other games you truly desired to play with the women.

Something snapped in Lesso as a Ever staff member boldly flirted with you. You were hers. Well you weren't but you should be! And she was going to make damn sure you would be hers. So she approached alluding her usual sexy confident aura. The Ever teacher soon scampered away in fear of the red head. Which allowed her to drag you out of the hall and towards your chambers. Yours were closest and truthfully neither of you could wait any longer. All the teasing now overwhelming you with an unholy desire.

Your secret was hard to hide. It was rather thick and long standing proudly to attention with your need for the older women. You felt her gasp when her hand found it. With a quick glance you saw how the lust clouded her beautiful irises and she mumbled, "is that um a"you cut her off with a kiss to stop the stuttering words, her thoughts failing her as she battled with the newly found desire to be taken by you. Normally dominant, Lesso was surprisingly a innocent submissive in the bedroom and her discovery only made that need more poignant. "I'm intersex Nora" you whispered when you pulled away for air. The fear of rejection you felt was quickly squashed as a moan tumbled from her lips at the thought. You smirked. "You like it Nora" you whispered in her ear causing her to nod enthusiastically. "Please god please fuck me" she moaned for you, submitting instantly to you. "With pleasure" you mumbled before claiming her lips once more and backing her onto the bed.

It was safe to say, you'd never experienced sex to be like that. You had brought her to paradise so many times and normally that's all you'd do is pleasure your partner, but no Leonora had surprised you by sinking to her knees and taking your impressive length in her mouth. Being intersex meant you still required the protection and you did take those precautions but the older women had really made you climax more than once meaning you'd used your stash up now. That's the only reason you decided to stop for the night and settle into bed together. Lesso snuggled up onto your chest absolutely spent from the multiple orgasms you had bestowed on her. "Are you alright little raven?" You murmured before dropping kisses into her gorgeous locks. "Mmm my dove I'm perfectly well thank you my love" she whispered back dropping kisses to your bare chest as she fought sleep. Here in this moment you knew you'd found your forever despite the fact it wasn't perfect, you both would make mistakes but at the end of the day, you never wanted to lose this.

Word count ~ 1525

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lesso smutt #lady leonora lesso #dean of evil #anon request

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