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ewanmitchellconnoisseur · 2 months

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"𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆" - 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕３ 𝑬𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

A/N: This is part three of the Anti-Love Ettore on-shot.

Summary: You and Ettore decided to give the love thing a shot only it's not what either of you expected it to be which forces you to make some choices that would end up haunting you.

TW: spitting, edgning, choking, smut, orgasm denial, nipple play, cuffing, degredation, sexual assault, blood

Word Count: 4.2k

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Everything had been going pretty well.

You and Ettore decided to give being in an actual relationship a shot. It was odd at first Ettore didn't know how to act or what to say, he felt off referring to you as his girlfriend and you could tell he wasn't fully into it.

For Ettore, he knew he was only doing it to keep you around. You wouldn't stay with him otherwise in his mind. If being your boyfriend was what he had to do so that you wouldn't leave him that's what he would do.

He tried his best and even did research about what normal boyfriends would do. He took you out on movie dates which would just end up being awkward as he sat next to you rigid. He tried to be sweet to you but it just came off cold for some reason. The only time he showed the smallest amount of intimacy and care was during sex and afterwards.

A part of you just wanted to end it. Go back to the way you were. But you were also scared, what if he decided none of it was worth the trouble? In a matter of seconds Ettore can find someone new and leave you in the dust. This thought scared you and wracked your brain. He could grow tired of you and find a new plaything in a matter of seconds.

So to make him think it was ok you acted like everything was just that. You tried not to show any discomfort when he was acting odd or pretended that the dates were amazing.

But as time went on you noticed his behaviour changing. Ettore insisted you moved in with him saying that that's what normal couples do after a while. You expressed that typically that doesn't happen for some time but he said you both wouldn't need to wait long.

Somehow without you ever physically saying yes you ended up leaving your old apartment and moving in with him. From there it got even worse. Ettore became specific about the clothes you would wear or when you would leave.

The issue is Ettore didn't think anything of the way he was behaving. Considering he was getting most of his information on relationships online and probably on the wrong side of it he was sure that what he was doing was working. And deep down it was helping him too. Every time you left in a revealing outfit he worried about another guy seeing you and you falling in love with him. Not to mention this was also how he saw the men his mom would date behave. Is this not how he was supposed to be?

When you were out too long he imagined you were on a date or secretly with some guy rather than coming home to him. He's scared that you want a softer love than he can offer. The worry tires him down just like his dark and possessiveness do the same for you. You're both on edge with eachother worrying about what the other would do if you were honest. It's become all too complicated and you regret ever agreeing to this.

You think back to the first and only time he has ever said "I love you". Although that he said he meant it you don't think he did. Ettore isn't capable of real love if anything he is against it. In his mind, the only thing that happens between men and women is purely physical.

So after 3 months of giving this a shot...you are ready to give up. But you know you can't do it like normal people. You know Ettore can kill people considering the one time you helped him get rid of a body. Would he kill you? If you tried to break up with him like everybody else on this planet would Ettore murder you right where you stand?

You had spent weeks thinking of what you should do...and finally, you think you found a solution...one you knew Ettore wouldn't like but could free you both of this mess.

Your mind was made up. You'd enjoy this last night with him and leave the next day while he was out.

You both had planned to stay home that night and just watch movies.

You lay on top of him as you both stared at the screen. You could tell he had fallen asleep as his breathing had gone from being controlled to relaxed. You took this moment to take him in for the last time. To truly get a look at him.

You slowly sat up so you were straddling him. You brushed some hair out of his face smiling as you remember the small argument you had when you tried to convince him to let you give him a haircut. He made it very clear he didn't trust your barber skills.

Ettore started mumbling in his sleep, something he does often. He shifts in his sleep his cock brushing against you in the best way.

Even in his sleep his a horny little man. His hips start moving more as his breathing gets deeper. You smirk lean down and kiss him gently. You get an idea in your head that you know he will hate you for but you can't resist. If this was going to be your last time fucking him you might as well make it good.

You get up to retrieve something as you walk away you hear shuffling and worry he got up but then you don't hear anything else. You get what you need and walk back over to the couch seeing he had flipped onto his stomach.

This works better for you as you gently grab one of his hands and cuff it before bringing the other behind his back to cuff it. Just as it clicks close you see him slowly open his eyes.

His brows furrow as he tries to move his hands. He calls your name with a tired and annoyed tone. You duck behind the couch covering your mouth to stop you from laughing out loud.

Ettore sits up rolling his eyes as he feels the cuffs around his wrist.

"This isn't funny." You get up and walk around the couch so you're standing in front of him. He looks up at you with a straight face. "Take 'em off."

You shake your head and get on his lap straddling his waist. He groans as you slowly grind down on him. He leans forward running his nose up your neck, something about your scent had him going crazy every time.

"If you wanted me to fuck you all you had to do was ask." He whispers in your ear as he lifts his hips up so you can feel more of him.

You yank his head back by his hair. He winces as he smirks.

You had never taken control before. When it came to Ettore there was no room for you to be dominant he liked to control everything. So this? This was an opportunity you could not pass up.

You tilted his head to the side as you kissed your way up his neck still grinding down on him. You listened as he gently panted in your ear. He tried to lift his hips but anytime he did you lifted yourself so he couldn't feel you.

"No moving." You switched to the other side of his neck. You gently bite down on his ear lobe before leaning back and sitting up to take off your shirt.

You move slowly as take the fabric off freeing your breasts. Ettore tries to lean forward but you push him back roughly. He gives you an annoyed look.

You lean back and gently rub your nipples in front of him. He calls your name in annoyance but you keep going. You stand up and slowly take off your shorts and then help him out of his sweatpants before getting back on his lap.

He was so hard that it almost looked painful. He again tried moving his hips and you once again sat up higher so he couldn't reach you.

"This is evil." He leans his head back. You lifted his head back up.

"Spit." He rolled his eyes to which you reached and pinched one of his nipples. He winced in pain as his eyes snapped back to yours. "I said" You lifted your hand to his mouth. "Spit." His jaw clenched.

But he gave in and did as you said and spat in your hand. You reached down and stroked him ever so slowly, gently running your thumb over the slit on his tip each time your hand came up. His head leaned back against the couch as he closed his eyes.

Ettore did his best not to move but it was so hard, you were going far too slow for him. Involuntarily his hips bucked forward as you squeezed him harder.

You quickly let go of him.

"I said no moving." You reach down in between your own legs and gather some of your wetness bringing it to your clit rubbing tight circles.

"Please." You could barely hear the words come out of his mouth. He looked down watching you as you slid a finger inside.

"Please what?" You started to slowly move your fingers in and out of you. You could never reach the same places he can but you could pretend it feels just as good to simply piss him off.

"Fuck baby- pl..please fuck me." He was so pent up at this point that all he wanted to was be buried deep inside you. You smirked as you removed your fingers and lined him up. You ran him through your folds repeatedly, and for the first time, you heard a genuine whimper come out of him. "Please please please."

Pride swells in your chest as you slowly sink down on him the second you're filled to the hilt he groans throwing his head back, mouth agape. An idea comes into your mind and...well since you were leaving anyway you might as well go all the way.

Ettore's eyes widened as he felt you spit in his mouth. You grasped his cheeks in one hand.

"Swallow." He stared at you for a moment before a smirk crept on his face. He would get payback later but for now, he'll play along. He swallowed before leaning forward to kiss you. You gave his tongue access to your mouth.

You lifted your hips just till his tip was in and sat down quickly. You moaned into each other's mouths as you repeated the same movement. Wrapping your arms around his neck you started going faster. Deep in your pleasure, Ettore lifts his hips to meet your pace.

You could feel him twitching inside of you as he got closer and closer. He knew you were close to him as he felt your pussy clenching down on him.

"F-fuck." groaned deeply and you knew he was just there. As he was about to finish you get off him quickly. "What the fuck!?"

You reached down circling your clit as you used your other hand to sink two fingers inside of you. You finished yourself off as Ettore watched. When you opened your eyes and looked at him he was absolutely livid and still horribly hard.

"You have to uncuff me eventually baby." He lifted his knees quickly so you fell against his chest. He licked a bead of sweat off your neck savouring the taste. You brought the same fingers that were just inside you to his lips. He opened his mouth as he sucked them clean.

You reached over to the side table and grabbed the key. You eye him before helping him to lean forward so you can uncuff him. You only got one hand free before he flipped you onto your stomach and shoved himself back inside you.

One of his hands held your head down against the couch cushion as the other pressed down on your back deepening your arch. He wasted no time slamming into you over and over chasing back the high you robbed him of. The only sounds in the room were your whimpers and the sound of his hips meeting your ass.

Ettore watched as his cock started glistening with how wet you were getting. His hips and your ass becoming a sticky mess.

He pulled you up by your hair the same way you had done to him and wrapped his hand around your throat from behind.

"Is this what you wanted?" The angle had him hitting that lovely spot inside you over and over. Your eyes were rolled back and all he got as a response were moans. "Such a dirty fucking slut." He squeezed your throat harder. "Fucking answer me."

"Y-yes!" His other hand let go of your waist as he reached in between your legs and pinched your clit. Tears fell down your cheeks.

"Yes? Yes, your a dirty fucking slut?" All you can do is wince as you try to squirm away from him but he has you tight by the throat. He turns your head and licks one of your tears. "Yeah, I know you are. Come on then. Cum for me baby. Soak my fucking cock." He let go of you and grabbed your hips with both hands.

Ettore watched as your body shook as you came. Your pussy squeezing him so hard, begging him for his cum. "There you go. So pretty when you cum." He started breathing quicker as he felt himself about to finish. He came deep inside you still fucking you slowly even after you both came, fucking his cum back into you as it spilled out. You whimpered as he didn't stop.

"Shhh shh." He soothed you running his hands up your back. He moved you to the side not pulling out as he got comfortable behind you. His arm was under your head as his other hand ran up and down your sides. He kissed your neck and nestled himself in its crook, you could feel his breath fanning over your neck. "Go to sleep."

Ettore opens the door closing it behind him. He places a box on the floor before taking off his shoes and jacket,

Ettore notices how quiet it is which is odd considering whenever you home there's always some noise in the house. He checks the bathroom but you're clearly not in there. He has a gut-wrenching feeling and walks over to his dresser opening the drawers he had emptied to make space for you and your clothes.

His blood runs cold as he sees them empty. No clothes inside. He walks over to the closet by the front door and opens it. Your shoes are gone and your jackets are all gone too. Panicking he takes out his phone sending you multiple messages in a row demanding to know where you were and why your stuff was gone.

He paces around his apartment waiting for a response. No matter how many times she attempts to call you you never pick up. He leaves voicemail after voicemail but you never respond.

30 minutes later his phone dings. He almost falls as he runs to it hoping to see a message from with a lame excuse that will explain everything. But what he finds only breaks his heart. Though you tried to give him a heartfelt message it all went over his head.

His mind only focuses on the fact that you left him. You actually left him.

Ettore wasted no time getting his shoes and jacket back on as he left his house. He spent hours going to all your favourite places and where he would think you would. He didn't stop texting or calling and as he walked out of the last place he could think of he pulled out his phone and sent another text.

He waited a couple seconds before the message had an exclamation mark beside it and said it could not be sent. He tried again and again. He then tried to call you but it immediately went to voicemail.

"No no no." He kept trying and soon realized you had blocked him.

Just like that, he had lost you. The little light he thought he had found was gone and there wasn't anything he could do about it. There was no way he could get you back or track you down.

It sent him in a spiral. He starts searching for you in other women. Trying to see if he can get the same reaction. Two of them were dull, and two others fought back and were too dry for him. There were three others who he had been too rough with and he had managed to clean up their bodies well.

One day he thinks he finally finds one. She looks like you, dresses like you, heck she even talks like you. He was in the same bar as her watching from the corner. When she was finally leaving he followed her. She drunkenly walked home and made the mistake of heading into the park. Ettore made his move then.

He was rough and didn't even try to prepare her. He had hit her multiple times to get her to stop fighting back. When he was finished his dick was soaked in her blood and she was passed out. He sighed as it pissed him off that she wasn't anything like you. She didn't clench around him or cry in pleasure, just pain.

Considering he had some drinks in the bar, he made a drunk error...he had left her there...and that would be his biggest mistake.

Two more days had gone by before there was a knock at his door. He opened it not checking who it was and was met by police tackling him to the ground and arresting him.

The girl had woken up in that park and went immediately to the hospital without showering any evidence off. His DNA was all over her and inside her and that was all they needed to catch him. They tied him to the other three that had died recently and even got him to confess to two more he killed before he had met you.

Ettore knew he was going to jail forever. He would never get out. But that didn't bother him, it was the idea that he would never have a woman again that had him fucking livid.

By the time his trial was over he had been there for two months. He almost assaulted one of the nurses, just itching to be deep inside the poor unsuspecting girl, but he was being watched like a hawk.

There was no death penalty in the UK, so Ettore assumed he would spend the rest of his life in jail surrounded by disgusting men.

That was until he was called into a room where he was told he would be joining a mission. Ettore would head into space and do whatever fucking thing the guy said. He would never return to earth and would die up there. The idea wasn't appealing to him, he could give less of a fuck about stars and shit and didn't even want to entertain the idea. Until the lawyer with pants too tight mentioned it was co-ed.

His eyes lit up and he said yes immediately. Being on that ship was a better fate than being in jail. The chance to be around women again after months of testosterone was so appealing he felt his mouth pool with saliva.

He had never cummed by his own hand so hard in the past few months as he did that night. His brain came up with new material as he imagined the different women that could be on the ship. Surely some of them would be aching for the same thing. They had also been without sex for months just like him. At least one of them would be willing to give it up. And even if none of them were Ettore had no problem resorting to his old tactics.

When the morning finally came for him to leave this shit-hole prison he couldn't have been happier. For the first time in months, he smiled and laughed. The euphoria was all too much for him to contain silently.

That feeling died quick as he watched other inmates board the ship. And across from him sat someone he never thought he'd see again.

Leaving was one of the hardest things you did. For the first two weeks, you kept contemplating going back to him but you knew that wasn't a good idea. You cursed yourself for not staying but then patted yourself on the back for being able to leave.

It was tough for a very long time. You started stealing way more than before. Your new apartment was filled with stuff you never even wanted but just felt the need to take. But it wasn't enough. None of it was enough to fill the new void.

You made some new friends. Delinquents just like you. They too had a fond for stealing and grabbing whatever they could. Although you had become a more quiet person they enjoyed your presence and your experience in stealing. So they eventually invited you in on their more serious adventures.

It started small. Robbing people at ATMs, breaking into cars, even robbing houses when the owners were gone. You had no interest in stealing money but being out all the time gave you less time to think about him.

The group had grown over time what was once four of you became thirteen. With this new large group the self-appointed "leader", Jarvis, came up with a plan for an actual heist.

You would rob one of the banks in your town. You told him you had no care for money and that you weren't interested in this. Unlike the other members, he didn't have anything on you. Nothing to blackmail you with. So he used his other assets. As he continued to plan the heist he would spend time with just you alone. He could tell you were lonely, he didn't care why but knew he could use it to his advantage.

It had been so long since someone had touched you and you were quick to give in. It wasn't the same as when you were with Ettore. Jarvis finished too quickly and did too little to get you to your peak. You often had to fake it simply because you didn't want to hurt his feelings.

But one thing was different. Jarvis wasn't scared to take you into public. He was able to give you the soft love you wanted from Ettore. He wasn't awkward on dates and didn't hesitate to hold your hand or wrap his arms around you. He even kissed you often.

So how could you deny him when he came to you and asked you to take someone's place in the heist. He made promises that with the money the two of you would leave this shit country and go somewhere tropical.

You believed him and you should have. Jarvis was sincere though you'd always think looking back that he had lied to you, he didn't.

When the day of the heist came you were prepared. He had spent the last week teaching you how to shoot a gun and running over all the plans with you.

But when shit went south and the police managed to get in the building without any of you noticing Jarvis ran and didn't take you with him.

Out of the thirteen of you, four of you died of gunshot wounds, three of you escaped and six of you were arrested.

Some hostages had died and after the trial, it looked like you would end up spending the rest of your life behind bars.

Jail was cold and boring. Your fingers were still sticky and you often got in trouble for it. But you never stopped, occasionally stealing other inmates' commissaries.

You had built a bad rep for yourself and people were starting to get sick and tired of you. So you were also quick to take the offer to get off this planet.

You didn't care if it meant you would never come back. You had given so much to this planet and never got anything in return but heartbreak, pain and fucking depression. You'd much rather die staring at the beauty of space than the faces of women who want you dead.

Getting on that ship felt like confirmation of what you're doing. There was no turning back and even if you wanted to you didn't really have a choice. This was the only version of the death penalty they could give you so thats what you were getting.

You were sat in a chair as the man in front of you started strapping you in. Once he was done he moved on to the next person who was sitting next to you.

As you looked up in front of you your heart dropped to your damn toenails. Ettore sat in front of you with the same shocked expression. You watched as that expression went from something of a shock to happiness to anger then to lust.

You both sat there staring at each other as the rest of the inmates were brought on board and strapped in.

Your name was then called a couple of times but you were too focused on Ettore to even hear anything.

You felt a hand touch your thigh and turned your head to see who it was. Clearly whatever higher power there was wanted to torment the fuck out of you.

Jarvis sat next to you with a smile on his face. You looked back over to Ettore who now wore a look of pure rage.

"Shit..."

A/N: Heyy!!! Sorry this took me so long. I kind of had writers block and then I also had school assignments but im back now!!

There's only one more chapter of this series and im super excited!!

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lostdreamr-blog1 · 1 year

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Seresin's Date

Summary: You had a date that night, but your brother wanted to be there to meet him. Don’t want to give too much away but know big brother Jake isn’t happy!

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Sister!Reader, Mystery Date x Reader

Warnings: Use of swear words, not too much else

Word count: 1.7k

Requested: Thank you Anon for this fun request! I hope you enjoy it!!

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading. Inbox is open for requests, questions, or to say hello! If you have requested something, know that it is being worked on!

Jake was currently tapping his foot on the ground, agitation rolling off him in waves. It was clear to anyone around him that the laid-back pilot wasn’t here today, and they would do best to tread lightly. Natasha had been dying to know what had him all riled up, but the day was filled with training runs and debriefs. It wasn’t until they were walking to the locker room that she was able to poke the bear.

“What has your panties in a twist?” Bob shook his head at how little she cared about his feelings but was secretly curious as well. From past experiences, it took a lot to get him as wound up as he is now.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” They didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, giving them a small clue to work with.

“Afraid you’re going to be late for whatever girl you brainwashed into going out with you?” Natasha knew it wasn’t that simple. Jake hadn’t been bragging all day about who he picked up at the bar. But she knew that was the best way to get him talking.

They reached the locker room and Jake forcefully opened his locker, tossing his helmet inside.

“My sister has a date tonight and I want to be there to meet this son of a bitch. Let him know that she isn’t the kind of girl he can mess with. But now I’m running late, and she made it clear she wasn’t waiting on me.” They all watched him run a hand through his hair, silently taking in this new side of him.

Javy knew this was going to happen. Of all the sisters Jake had, you were the one he kept a close eye on. Growing up, you weren’t the perfect southern bell your mom had tried to mold, and your dad was too focused on his career to do much parenting. Leaving Jake to be the parental figure you needed to stay out of trouble as well as be shown the love and affection that you missed out on. The two of you had an unbreakable bond which made situations like this tough on him. No matter how old you got, you were still his baby sister.

“Your sister? The one who just moved here like a week ago?” Jake sent a threatening glare at Bob who spoke up for the first time. This resulted in him throwing his hands up in surrender, hoping Jake wasn’t going to turn on him.

“Yeah, that one. I don’t even understand how she found a guy that fast. Or where for that matter.” He had finished changing into his civilian clothes and turned to face the guy whose locker was next to his.

“What? Nothing to add, bird boy?” Bradley wanted to say many things but decided to keep them to himself. Jake hadn’t ever laid hands on a fellow pilot, no matter how provoked, but he wasn’t about to test the boundaries.

“Nah man. Just try not to kill the poor guy tonight. I don’t think the military takes too kindly on murderers.” Bradley couldn’t hold back the small smirk but didn’t dare to meet Jake’s gaze. He knew it wouldn’t end well if he did.

Jake let out a huff and stormed out of the room. Javy told him in passing to call him if needed. He had no issues being back up when it came to the Seresin family.

With some miracle of not getting pulled over on the way to your apartment, Jake practically ran up the stairs to the second floor, taking two steps at a time. He unlocked the door to find you dancing around in shorts and a tank top, music being played louder than it should, not looking like you were anywhere near being ready.

Your face lit up when you saw your brother walking through the doorway. “Perfect timing! I need help picking out what to wear.” You saw the eye roll that was directed towards you, but you knew it was playful. Skipping back to your room, you came back out holding up two simple dresses. A black one and a red one. They really weren’t anything fancy, but colors seemed to make a difference no matter the style.

“Neither. Go put on some jean and a sweater or something.” Jake leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms, watching as you shook your head at him.

“It’s summer in California. While it may get a bit chilly with the wind, I’m not dressing for winter just to please you. I think I’ll go with the black.” You walked back into your room to change, but a knock on the door stopped you. Your date was ten minutes early, something that would please your brother but now had you scrambling to finish getting ready.

You yelled out, “Play nice. I didn’t put makeup on for nothing, so you better not run the guy off.” Grumbling was what was heard from the other room, but you smiled to yourself as you waited for the next few minutes to play out.

Jake opened the door and tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“What are you…” Then it clicked. His teammate with the obnoxious mustache was standing at your door in a nice button-down shirt and slacks, holding a bouquet of flowers. “Absolutely fucking not. Turn your ass around and leave.”

Bradley knew he was going to be fighting an uphill battle the second you told him your last name a few days ago. Somehow, he got lucky and accidentally bumped into you at the supermarket. The two of you seemed to hit it off, and he almost didn’t believe when you said you were related to Jake.

And it didn’t help that Jake was quicker than he was leaving today. Maverick was doing him a solid and purposely dragging out the debrief, hoping to give him enough time to slip past his teammate.

But one thing he didn’t put into thought was that right now Jake wasn’t his teammate. Right now, he was the overprotective brother who wanted nothing more than to kill him.

“There is nothing I can say right now that will make you happy, is there?” Bradley casually looked over Jake’s shoulder, hoping if he could prolong this conversation, you would come to his rescue.

“Unless the words consist of, ‘Tell your sister I’m sorry and have a good night’ then no.” Jake blocked the doorway, not letting Bradley see any bit inside your apartment. His mind was struggling to figure out what to say, but a small hand appeared on Jakes chest and pushed him back.

“You know, I figured you would be happier knowing that one of your teammates is looking after me and not some stranger I picked up at a bar. Unless you would rather that, then I can head there instead?” Bradley watched as the smirk that Jake always had was used against him by his little sister. Now he saw how the two of you were related. If the situation was different, he probably would’ve laughed. Instead, he bit back a smile and watched as his teammate fumbled for a response.

If he thought Jake’s change in attitude this afternoon was crazy, this took a while new level. The arrogant aviator was nowhere to be seen. In his place was someone who clearly cared for his sister but didn’t want to push her away. He thought about what he was going to say rather than spewing words that were designed to get under your skin. For once, Jake wasn’t in control of the situation, and it was eye opening watching him struggle to stay above water.

“I would be happier knowing you weren’t going out with any guy. I just want you to be safe.” Jake was gripping the doorframe with white knuckles, showing just how hard he was trying to keep his cool. But all that went out the door when you said what you did next.

“You come home talking about how great of a teammate Bradley is and how much you trust him to watch your back. Is that not someone you think I would be safe with?”

Bradley watched as your head tilted to the side some, feigning innocence even though you knew exactly what those words were going to do. Jake didn’t know if he wanted to yell at you or Bradley, so he threw up his hands instead.

“I never said that. Don’t go filling his head with lies when we both know it isn’t true.” He turned back to Bradley and pointed a finger at him. “You bring her back by 11 and not a second later. You hurt her and you will have much bigger problems than whether you are going to make the cut for this mission or not. I don’t care that you are a teammate, that’s my baby sister and she means more than your life does. Do I make myself clear?”

Bradley nodded his head and held out a hand for him to shake. Jake looked down at it and sighed, “God this is stupid.” But shook it anyway.

You gave Jake a quick kiss on the cheek and told him you will call if you need anything. But as you were leaving Jake asked, “Could I introduce you to Phoenix? She seems like a way better choice.”

You tossed your head back and laughed, making Jake smile reluctantly in return. “Don’t try and sneak in. I’ll be waiting up for you.” He gave you and wink and let the two of you walk off to the date that he never in a million years wanted to happen.

When the two of you were out of sight, Jake picked up his phone and dialed Javy. “Hey man. How do you feel about crashing a date?”

A/N: Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you so much for reading!

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iovesia · 1 year

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SWEET SERIAL KILLER.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( scream masterlist. )

synopsis: what it would be like to date billy loomis.

warnings: gaslighting. mentions of murder. fluff. mild angst.

pairings: billy loomis⠀𝒙⠀gender neutral!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this is a repost from my old account, but this time i actually fixed my grammar mistakes. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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Billy. Loomis. A relationship with him is not for the faint-of-heart, let’s be honest.

At first, he’d be your average-high-school boyfriend. He would drive you around, hang out in your room, having movie nights, that typical stuff. You’d think every was fine, until eventually his true colors start to seep through the cracks.

“Oh shit!” you jump, nearly spilling the popcorn all over the floor, as one of the camp counselors on TV gets brutally gutted.

Even though you weren’t the biggest horror fan, you tried to tough it out for Billy. You side glance over to the boy laying next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he intensely stares at movie. It’s hard to miss the excited glint in his eye each time jason goes for the kill.

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His love language is words of affirmation. Since his mom abandoned him, it left him with a lot of insecurities, so words of encouragement and telling him you love him, and you won't leave him eases his anxiety.

He’s much more introverted in comparison to his friends (friends being literally just stu 💀), so he tends to observe other people a lot. You catch him just staring at you for long periods of time, while at first you find it cute, at times it gets a little bit.. unnerving.

You two would sit on the window sill of your room, and talk for hours. Sometimes he’ll bring cigarettes— he doesn’t smoke often, but sometimes he does it to take the edge off.

He’s not big on PDA, so the most he’ll do in public is let you sit in between his legs if you’re at a party or something, or he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders.

But in private… oh-boy.

He’s much more touchy-feely in private. He feels more comfortable now that it’s just the two of you, rather than having loads of people seeing you guys.

He likes to be little spoon, don’t even fight me on this.

Even though it’s hella greasy, he loves when you play with his hair. twirling it between your fingers, braiding it, or scratching his head is his kink. It makes him feel so relaxed.

He’d vent to you about his mom. You're his only safe space where can put his guard down (or at least some of it). You’d let him cry in your lap, and soothe him by running your nails down his back, or whispering comforting words.

He’s got some anger issues, because deep down he’s a very passionate person. So he tends to yell, and snap a lot.

He would begin to feel a little bad when he sees how you flinch at his outbursts. He’d mumble a quick sorry, and gradually calm down, or just leave you alone for a while.

Random head-canon, but I feel like Billy is one of those people who literally drives in silence. I'm sorry, I just can’t picture him listening to any music. But, when you are with him, he’ll let you play whatever you want.

His favourite holiday is secretly christmas. It reminds him of a time when him and his family were happy— it has a bittersweet sentiment. But he’s not gonna do anything big, like costumes or flashing decorations. You two would spend it together inside, watching christmas horror movies and enjoying each other’s company.

Now, getting into the less fun side of dating Billy.

Like I said before, he has a bit of temper. He’s very passionate about what he thinks, and he doesn’t have a healthy way of expressing that.

If you two disagreed about something, he would definitely give you the silent treatment. Or even worse, probably gaslight you into thinking you were in the wrong, and that you’re the one with issues.

“See! This is why I can’t talk to you about anything, [y/n]. You’re so goddamn sensitive over everything.”

It would get ten times worse after he gets arrested when Sidney calls the police on him. You’d obviously want to stay away from him, and so you do (unofficially breaking up).

You go a few weeks without talking or seeing him, but you can’t seem to shake off the feeling that someone’s watching you.

When Billy loves, he loves hard. He'd let you go, pretending that you're broken up, and let you blow off some steam. But, trust that a certain masked figure will be visiting you soon.

#☆. scream.#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis imagine #ghostface imagine #ghostface x reader #scream imagine #scream x reader #scream 1996 #skeet ulrich

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Hi I just wanted to make a request to ask if you could make a Drabble to ask if you could make a gabe x reader as you when you talked about caspians family you mentioned how gabe is compared to his brother caspian or possibly someone else I would like to know more about him in general and about what would he do with a clay maker s/o who secretly knows about the family business and is an insomniac and also likes to sleep a lot but tries to do the most that they can and won’t fall for the manipulation tactics he uses and just says “ you know if you wanted me to stay home you could’ve just said so?🤨

sorry if your burnt out also have as much fun as you can as a 22 year old !!! You don’t have an obligation to answer this but thank you.

A/N: Ello bby i am soooo happy you asked about Gabe omfg im kicking my feet rn!!! I tried to check all the boxes of the request i apologize if i missed any, Also I'm not burnt out thank you for your sweet words i wanna give u a forehead kith anyway!!!! Heres Gabe! NOT EDITED

T/W: YANDERE, MURDER, GABE IS FUCKIN CRAZY LMAO,CURSING

Gabrielllll Mi Amor omg where do I even begin?!

Standing at a proud 6'4 this mf is big. He's the strongest of his brothers physically, and has always used it to his advantage.

Early on in his life he was being compared to Caspian. They looked so alike it wasn't hard to see why people brought it up the way they did but it still bugged him.

Subconsciously he began to act anyway his brother wasn't. Be it avoiding the kitchen like the plague or gluing himself to the workshop downstairs.

Has a voice like warm butter and can sing stupidly well.

Sings/hums little tunes whenever he's working.

Love languages are acts of service and gift giving, he just wants to take care of you.

Terrified of spiders, he will call you crying to come get it.

Loves tinkering with things, surprisingly delicate hands for such a rough guy.

He laughs with his whole body, the kinda loud boisterous one that made other people start.

Snorts when he finds something especially funny.

He has a hard time reading social cues so he's constantly making dumb jokes, especially when he's not supposed to but he's so funny it's hard to stay mad at him.

Charm up the wazoo, the kinda guy where no matter where he goes, someone's coming up to say hello to him.

He's really good at pattern recognition and it makes him come off a bit psychic at times

Like how he'd clock someone's bad mood the second he seen them, notices details most people wouldn't.

Himbo.

The kinda guy where if you accidentally burn yourself he'll do it too just so you could be in equal amounts of pain, is it dumb as hell? Yeah. Is it also the sweetest thing ever? Absolutely.

Wants the kind of love Mortica and Gomez have, unfiltered raw passion.

Morbid sense of humor.

He's always warm no matter the temperature, comes in mad handy during the colder months and means he wears the smallest amount of clothing when it's hot out which is just a win for everyone.

Scorpio male I repeat Scorpio male. Do with that what you will.

Believes in love at first sight, he's such a big softie.

Had his tongue pierced in his friend's dingy kitchen when he was 18, a secret to this day his mom doesn't know about it.

His canines are a little longer than most and he absolutely had a vampire phase.

Likes to bite. A lot. It's a love language.

He confides in Caspian for everything, expect his envy of him. For that he talks to Ricky.

He can knock someone out with his right hook and has many times before.

He grew up working for his dad's approval and that meant getting his hands dirty.

At first his was a bit weary of using his strength to hurt people but that all changed when his Father put things in perspective for him.

"Everything we do- it's to keep food on our table, to keep us safe- your mother safe." And it all clicked.

Violence for the sake of violence wasn't okay. But violence for the sake of love? That shit was poetic.

He's essentially the family's guard dog. If anyone fucked with them? You told Gabe and suddenly the problem was gone.

He loves the color red, specifically the shade of red that came outta' the first guy his Father sent him after.

He was just supposed to rough him up a little but had too much fun caving in the dude's face.

Thinks killing in the name of love is the most caring thing you can do for someone.

Lil bit of a masochist streak. Likes when he gets to fight someone who can actually keep up with him cuz that little jolt he gets down his spine when he gets hit is addicting.

Animals love him, like you got a cat that hates everyone? Loves him.

Likes preening himself, takes about an hour in the shower everyday, since he dyes his hair so often he takes extra special care of it.

He has a beauty routine and he never skips it, definitely sets up self care spa days with the two of you once you're together.

Really good at videogames, like don't let him goad you into any sort of bet around gaming bec you will lose.

He's the second oldest but carries a lot of the weight of the older brother title since Cas wants nothing to do with the family business

Loves taking things apart to see how they work then putting them back together. He's done this to his PC a lot.

Really such a sweetheart but he has a dark side that feels a lot like a caged animal.

He's not afraid to show you this side because he's proud of it, it's kept him and his kin safe time and time again, why wouldn't he want you to know he'd do anything for you?

Does not like large public spaces, he needs to have a clear way in and out of any area.

Has mad anxiety, takes meds for it.

Works out every day, his favorite way to do so is jogging, he loves being able to just turn off his brain and go.

He meets you on one of those jogs!! Runs right past your art studio but stops when he sees you about to drop this heavy ass box you're attempting to move in a truck.

"Woah- I got you don't worry." He said in an attempt not to scare you as he was some random man running at you from across the street.

You'd peak your head out with the sweetest smile he's ever seen. The honest gratefulness in your eyes warmed him to his core.

"Oh thank you!- I appreciate it." Sure the words were simple but paired with that sheepish little laugh brought heat to his cheeks, he had the sudden to urge to fix his hair, make sure he looked presentable because holy shit were you gorgeous.

You're in a dust covered pair of overalls, your hair is windswept, and you still knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Whatcha' got in there?-god sorry if it's personal you don't need to, I'm sorry." He was very obviously flustered but he was so cute it only added to the charm.

"It's some clay my friend asked for- I had some extra from this project I'm working on- anyway thank you so much.." She trailed off waiting for his name. "Gabriel, you can call me Gabe." His voice was deep and warm like molasses on a hot cookie.

He asks for your number then and there and your fate is sealed.

He runs home faster than he's ever run before, like straight to his apartment, straight to the laptop, doesn't even close the front door kinda rushing.

You only gave him your first name but since he knew you most likely worked at the pottery studio he met you outside of he could find what he needed easily.

He wasn't the most technology savvy man out there but he managed to find a few of your socials and made a quick call to a friend, he has a lot of connections and it was nothing to get the info he needed.

He's a straight shooter and texts you asking for a coffee date that night.

You accept, and despite not usually entertaining men you'd only met that day, he had this captivating energy that had you accepting before you could talk yourself out of it.

The date would be dummy cute, he shows up with flowers and what was supposed to be a quick cup of coffee turns into an all day adventure where you just talked and talked about everything and nothing.

He has you laughing the entire date, blushing from the sheer intensity of his gaze. He was blunt in the way where he said whatever was on his mind.

"I'm sorry- Ima be real I didn't catch a word you just said- the sun hit your face and I had to take a second. Holy shit- you're stunning." His genuine disbelief along with the way he shyly inched his hand to interlock your fingers had your heart skipping a few beats.

He's so into love and the idea of being entirely wrapped up in it.

Before you know it it's getting dark and if he's not walking you to your door he's politely demanding you let him know when you're safe and sound.

The kinda person who makes sure your seatbelt is on or if you're walking on the sidewalk he'll always take the street side just in case.

Would jump out of his coat if you gave the slightest inclination you were cold.

He once balled up his hoodie and threw it at you from across the room like a basketball, like he jumped and dunked.

If you wear fake lashes first time you take em off he the type of dude to be terrified thinking you're just yanking out your real one's.

If he has stuff in his hands and you jump at him he will launch the items if it means catching you better.

Definitely the type to randomly come up to you and silently demand affection.

He wants you to go with him to the gym just to see him be hot. N like maybe give him a reward kiss every time he completes a set.

Surprisingly graceful for such a big dude.

He's an all or nothing type, makes that abundantly clear on the phone one night as he'd gotten in the habit of falling asleep to your voice.

"I want you. Entirely. And I've never been good at denying myself." He'd sound so sure, so certain in his words it made your brain go a bit fuzzy.

Possessive in a hot way not an icky controlling way.

Like if someone hits on you in front of him he has to physically distract himself so he doesn't commit a crime in broad daylight.

Instead whenever his jealously is triggered he becomes a koala, latches himself to your back like a demon, his massive form hovering behind you whenever you went.

"My girl can dress however she wants. I can fight."

Does not tolerate any disrespect towards you or your relationship.

Some girl tried to grind on him at the club and he threw his drink at her.

Petty as HELL when mad, he has a shit list and you do not want to be on it.

Protective as hell, if you indulge his little tendencies (putting sunblock on you if it's warm out, always bringing extra snacks incase you get hungry when you're working) he will start talking about marriage lmao

Speaking of he loves to linger around your studio whenever he can, be warned he will distract you by being adorable so working will be hard but it's totally worth it.

Nicknames for you are : Baby girl, Ma', WIFEY,(almost always followed by a kiss) Darlin', Mi Amor.

He's struggled with insomnia before so he knows a thing or two.

Once you start sleeping over more he notices your nocturnal habits and quickly adjusts.

If you ever get up because you just can't sleep and need to get some energy out he always wakes up.

He can't sleep without you so if you're gone longer than a minute sirens go off in his mind and he's wide awake.

If you wanna watch TV until you can finally rest you know he's right there with you, likes to have you resting in his lap so he can wrap himself around you entirely.

If you simply want to exist in silence he can do that to, so long as he's with you he knows peace.

It wouldn't take long for you to realize his family's secret.

Gabe can keep a secret from anyone.

Except you.

Sometimes his Father would call for him at odd hours of the night, and he'd have to shoot out of bed with little explanation.

You'd wake up to the lightest pressure on your forehead as he kissed you goodbye.

"Shit- go back to sleep Baby, somethin' going down at the shop, they need me." He'd say this cradling your still half asleep face, gently thumbing over your cheeks before stealing another kiss.

He'd come back hours later, the sky still dark and he always showered and put his clothes in the washer before he came to lay back down.

After a while these constant exits would have you a little worried, while yes he was the single most loyal man you'd met and the idea of him cheating seemed laughable, especially considering how seriously he took you, you knew he was hiding something.

Eventually our boy slips up and leaves some blood on his shirt, it was splattered on like paint and yeah at first you were a bit terrified at the concept of your boyfriend being violent then you really started to think about it.

The way he talked about people he didn't like, that look in his eye whenever you told him someone had upset you, how he seemed almost eager to fight at any time.

It made sense.

Then there's the way he talks about his family's shop.

"It's kinda' fun working down there- yeah it can get messy but that's my favorite part."

"I mean Jimmy knew what kinda' businessman pops is- no wonder he die- retired. No wonder he uh, retired. 👀"

It's embarrassing how slick he thinks he is.

It all comes to its boiling point when one day you two are out and bump into a smaller, who at the sight of your loving boyfriend, goes pale as a sheet, nearly dropping the bags in his arm.

"H-Hey Gabe! Boy it's been a minute huh? Listen tell your pops I ain't ducking him or nothing I swear!-" The man said practically vibrating in place, sweat pooling down his flustered face. He was petrified.

Gabe cut him off with a look, his eyes glancing between you and the vermin across him.

"It's Gabriel. Only my friends get to call me Gabe. Do you think we're friends Joey?" You'd never heard this tone from your boyfriend before, it was cold and dry, as if was an entirely different person speaking.

His hold on your waist would tighten when the trembling man looked to you.

"Aye don't look at her look at me, I'm the one talking to you right?." He sneered down, he didn't move and still had the stranger flinching. "Your mama never taught you manners or somethin'?"

"My apologies- really Gabriel, I didn't mean nothin' by it." And with that he'd practically run away, checking over his shoulder every few seconds as if he though Gabe would be following.

"Forgive me, Amor. Some people-" he sucked his teeth before shaking off his nasty look. His fingers began dancing against your side.

"He owe your dad some money?" You'd ask figuring the interaction far too intense to be about a late car job or something.

Gabe would respond honestly before thinking, "Yeah, little bastard has been dodging me all week now he wants to come up to us- nevermind that, let's go were gonna miss the movie!" His flustered response would break all tension, but you'd gotten all the confirmation you needed.

All in all this big bad bastard just needs someone to hold his leash and accept his particular brand of love.

#yandere #yananswers #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc gabe #yandere oc x reader #gabriel delmont #gabe delmont x reader #gabe x reader

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scaralvr · 2 years

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01. sanrio band-aids chapter one to the secrecy of our confessions [masterlist]

synopsis: heading to the nurse's office to, hopefully, tend to your drumming blisters, you end up meeting the student council president who you have an infatuation for and is secretly your fanboy.

"i can't believe you got into another fight with that heizou guy," childe said, eyeing scaramouche down as they walked to the nurse's office. signora scoffed, "you keep starting it in the first place, too." scaramouche snapped at them, "i take out my rage on him as a coping mechanism. my damn mom's introducing me to her new girlfriend tomorrow, or did you forget?"

childe gasped loudly, "another one? just how many bitches does your mom pull?" he snickered shortly after and his friend rolled his eyes in response to his ridiculous comment. signora sighed, "well, i have better things to do than walking this angry, purple chihuahua to the office, i'll be taking my leave now." she smiled and turned on her heel, bound to walking the opposite direction.

scaramouche's gaze followed her figure, "fucking hate her." he grumbled before continuing to walk. childe ran after him, much too distracted by a cat outside the window to realize scaramouche already left him, "hey, wait up!"

"(y/n)! i need help!" hu tao called, waving her hand to disrupt you from packing up from band practice for the day. you made your way over to her, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and perking your head out to see what she needed. "what's the matter with your guitar, this time?" you queried teasingly, and at that, ayaka giggled.

hu tao pouted, "nothing, surprisingly. i just need to change the strings and i want you to cut it for me." she held up the wire cutters to you and you tensed up, "why me? you can ask yoimiya, she's a bass player, she'd understand better. besides, i need to go the nurse's office about these blisters, anyway." you explained with a cheeky grin, happy to have gotten yourself a valid excuse from helping hu tao with yet another one of her dilemmas.

yoimiya dramatically cried out as she fell to the floor, "way to throw me under the bus!" hu tao poked yoimiya's head with the bottom of the wire cutters, "too late, 'miya. gotta do it~" she smugly teased. yun jin helped ayaka with putting away the keyboard, "do get going, (y/n). can't leave those blisters to fester much longer." she commented and you grabbed your school-bag, "right, i'll see you tomorrow!" you waved as you exited the music room.

"oh, 'miya. cutting some strings won't hurt you." ayaka smiled at the girl who was still having a fit about it. "YES IT WILL! THOSE THINGS ARE DANGEROUS I'M TELLING YOU! AND, AND HU TAO'S LOOKING AT ME LIKE SHE'S PLANNING A MURDER!" yoimiya reasoned.

you fidgeted with the hems of your sleeves walking to the office. lately, you've been avoiding going there as much as possible due to the possibility of your parents finding out you drum. should your drumming blisters get any worse, the doctor could possibly call you parents and you're convinced that wouldn't be good for you, or 5O5.

a band you've formed with four of your childhood friends with yun jin as the leader and lead vocalist, ayaka as the keyboardist, yoimiya as the bassist and hu tao for the guitarist. of course, your parents didn't let you get a drum set when you first asked and you being completely devastated tugged at ayato's heart strings. he's like the older brother you never had, and ayaka the sister you always needed. ayato let you keep his old drum set, and that day officially marked the beginning of SOS/5O5.

five members but friends that constantly need each other.

you smile upon remembering ten-year old you leaping up to hug ayato. "take a seat, dear, someone will be with you in a minute or two." a nurse at the front counter said as you entered the office. her name tag read katheryne and you tilted your head. though, unbeknownst to you, the student council president who you have a huge infatuation for happens to be in the office as well, eyeing you.

scaramouche internally panicked. what are you doing here? did you hurt yourself? did someone else hurt you? most importantly, did you do something new with your hair? you kindly smile at her, "alright, thank you." turning around to find where to sit in the waiting area you instantly freeze up. "ah, president." you said with a wobbly voice, hoping he didn't notice. you swallow it down as it is and give him a nervous grin.

he felt the sudden need to be confident, at that. "what a surprise to see you here, doll. anything the matter?" scaramouche interrogated, a smile atop his lips that hid a most stupid, lovesick grin. he seems so intimidating when really, he just wants to brag about how he streamed your most recent album last night while studying. you bite back the urge to run away before you completely humiliate yourself in front of him.

"nothing too serious, just some drumming blisters, is all." you answered with a smiling facade, sitting next to him. you hope he doesn't notice the way you sit on the very edge. "ah, is that so? here," rummaging through his bag he hands you what seems to be a box of sanrio branded band-aids. "they're my little sister's but she wouldn't mind." scaramouche added, trying not to get a weird first impression.

for a moment, your fingers brush against his when you accept his offering. "thanks, that's really sweet of you!" you exclaimed happily, and at this point, you couldn't hide the pink that dusted your cheeks. scaramouche blinked a few times. "oh..." a dull thud resounds when his unconscious body hits the chairs and you panic, "s-scaramouche!?"

when scaramouche comes to, the first thing he sees hovering over him is a blur of (s/c) skin with (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair, yet his vision hasn't completely evened out. "(y/n)..." then a voice completely different from (y/n)'s pipes up, "oh, brother, you wish!" standing there with a clearly upset expression was none other than his twin sister, the insufferable mona megistus.

she flipped her hair, letting it slap scaramouche's face as soon as he sat up, "just what were you thinking about this time to have a nosebleed this severe you pass out? and this poor person was the victim of it all." mona sighed and visible question marks circled your head. who is she? wearing a prim and proper white button-up with a purple tie that pairs with a violet skirt, mona inspected her nails. she's the definition of beauty.

you blushed, "oh..." mona waved her hand, motioning for you to come closer, "don't be shy, dear. i'd like to apologize for my nuisance of a brother! im ashamed to be related to him, darling, please don't mind it." scaramouche gritted his teeth, "save it, you cheap plastic doll!" mona went up to his face and pointed a very well manicured finger at him, "you shut the hell up if you know what's good for you! i'm older by two minutes!"

you panicked, "it really is no problem-" just then, another figure barged into the room, fancily striding to scaramouche's side, "o, sister and brother! where art tho-OW!" fischl yelped as scaramouche elbowed her in the torso, "are you cutting classes again, idiot?" fischl cried out, "you're so meannnn! i just wanted to check up on you!"

mona snapped at the two, "cut it out. it's embarrassing enough that we're arguing in front of scaramouche's little friend here... eh, what's your name, again, dear?" fischl glanced at you, "ouu, mouche made a friend?" scaramouche blushed madly with a piercing glare, "stop it, mona. you don't have to answer," he said, gesturing to you. you waved your hands, "no, it's fine, really! it's (y/n) (l/n)-" mona and fischl screamed at the same time.

"THE (Y/N)? THE ONE SCARAMOUCHE-" fischl was cut off once more by scaramouche jumping her to the ground. mona patted your shoulder with a cheery grin, "we'll be going now, dear! very nice to meet you, let's exchange numbers sometime!" she said while dragging the two out of the room. you blinked, idly standing in the middle of it all.

@meowlumi @berriov @apr1cityyy @xtodorokismistressx @dollpoetwriting @bleedingwhiteroses222 @r0ttenhearts @sammy-hammy @atsukawolfcat @pooonyo @strawberryclumsy @emmaemoseila @kunikuzushiit @scaramouchesmoocher

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marshmallowwitharubberband · 10 days

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I have a complicated relationship with Jiang Cheng.

As a character, I love his complexity, but I especially love how realistically it portrays one of the real-life outcomes of growing up in a violent, emotionally-repressive environment. When every display of emotion is labeled as weakness and answered with violence, some people eventually become programmed to turn any emotion into agression, see everything as an attack, and become secretly-people-pleasers with zero tolerance to frustration.

Actually, the Jiang siblings are excellent portraits of the different outcomes of what growing up in violence can do to you: you either become small and unnoticeable to survive, you become the kindest person ever so no one goes through the same, your self-worth gets reduced to what you can do for others, you go into substance abuse...

Thinking about it, I wouldn't be surprised if MXTX studied psychology in some form because the personalities resulting of her character's backgrounds are surprisingly realistic, for the most part, but back to Cheng-Cheng.

Guy had all the pressure put on him by his emotions-hating helicopter mom. Yanli got a pass for being a woman and being "destined" to be a wife, and maybe Mme. Yu may have projected a little, maybe she thought if she, herself, was sweeter and meeker JFM would treat her better? Idk, but the fact is, Yanli was allowed to not be "strong" ('Cause Mommy Yu is definitely the type of person to equal strength to agression). WWX "didn't count" because he was just a servant, so she merely ground his self-worth into the dirt.

Poor Jiang Cheng had to bear the brunt of his mom's horrible expectations and it broke him. His agression is more like a scared animal's, he lashes out his fear and frustration as violence because it's the only "acceptable" way, the only way he learned to be taken seriously or handle emotions at all. Much like today's wall-punching macho wannabes.

I wouldn't be surprised if Jiang Cheng, in a modern AU, would be sucked into the red pill rhetoric, he's exactly the lonely, stressed, emotionally hurt and vulnerable demographic those jerks target.

So yeah, he is a complex character with very valid motivations and a horribly tragic story handled in a very realistic way, I love that.

As a person, though, I really, really hate him and admit that, at some points in the book I would skip over his dialogue because yeah, yeah, your suffering, your sacrifices, boo hoo, poor you, my god, just shut up, everyone in this place has suffered and lost and is majorly messed up, you're not special! (At least he didn't actively murder anyone)

But I am aware it's because he reminds me, uncannily accurately, of someone who irl emotionally abused me all through childhood while the other adults around me did nothing. They, too, were obsessed with what I "owed" them both literally and metaphorically, and showed their affection with criticism, aggressiveness, and irate explosions. And while I understand them more now and the cycle of violence they were a victim of, I cannot forgive their actions. And I kin Wei Wuxian too hard to ever forgive Jiang Cheng.

But I do like how The Untamed softened him a lot and took care to emphasize that he was just an insecure kid who wanted to be accepted and the universe made him its chew toy. It re-portrayed him as that younger sibling who just wants to be included in his big bro's adventures and keeps being pushed aside by everybody. TU JC is my sweet little baby and needs a hug.

Book JC can go fry asparagus.

#character musings #character analysis #I'm overthinking my fandoms again #jiang cheng #jiang cheng analysis #mdzs #mo dao su zhi #the untamed #opinions that will get me kicked out of the fandom #fandom ramblings #projecting fantasy issues into my real life trauma #as a form of therapy

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kurtie4life96 · 2 years

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Criminals / Kurt Kunkle × Fem Reader

Summary: What happens when Kurt's childhood friend comes into play, changing the outcome of Spree?

Content Warnings: MINORS DNI- pnv sex, knife play, blood play, murder, (mostly)Dom Kurt, (mostly)Sub fem reader, no use of y/n, slowburn, angst, fluff, friends? to lovers, slap if you squint, porn with a plot, literally the movie Spree like you know there will be blood

My first smut. Hope you enjoy. Xoxo

♡ you go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a cross

not just another Bloody Mary,

Mary on a cross

your beauty never ever scared me,

Mary on a cross

if you choose to run away with me,

I will tickle you internally,

and I see nothing wrong with that ♡

Mary on a Cross - Ghost

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Sitting back against the pillows on your bed, you rolled your eyes as you watched Kurt's overly (and annoyingly) excited face on your phone screen.

Though it's been years since the two of you have seen each other, you have been secretly watching all the videos he posted, all his livestreams, never giving away who you actually were, with a username he couldn't possibly trace back to you. Ironically enough, it was:

kurtie96

No profile picture, no information about you, nothing.

This was ironic for various reasons.

You became pretty close friends at the age of 13, the age he started to become obsessed with the idea of going "viral". And you were his biggest supporter, despite all of his cringyness and stupid ass peace signs. You loved spending your free time with each other. You were even in some of his earlier videos, laughing, pushing each other around, doing risky shit, just being stupid.

When his parents got divorced, you noticed a bit of a personality change in him (to say the least). You watched his soft brown locks begin to slowly plaster to the front of his face with grease over the years. You watched Kurt spend his time becoming more and more desperate to get internet famous, and not spending enough time taking care of himself. Where there was once a charismatic, charming (at least in your eyes) boy, a self absorbed, pathetic, pitiful man took its place.

He's very lucky to still have a pretty face and smile.

You blamed his parents for who he'd become. His dad Kris was self absorbed and narcissistic himself, despite his claims of being Buddhist, and desperately craved attention. Impressionable Kurt looked up to that, and his mom was too busy into her own hippie crystal bullshit, not even caring to notice who her son was turning into.

You also blamed Bobby, the little shit Kurt used to babysit. He became internet famous simply for being a despicable, annoying little asshole. He treated Kurt like shit.

And you used to love him. And there was a part of you that still did.

"What's up guys, it's Kurt here-"

You immediately turned the volume all the way down on your phone. You quickly sent him an encouraging, supportive chat, along with a $100 donation.

You watched his face light up with the biggest grin, reading his lips as he said "Wow! Thank you so much for your donation, kurtie96! Thanks for being my number one suppor-"

You abruptly left his livestream.

Even though you thought his obsession for getting internet famous was gross to watch, you still supported him... out of pity.

Even though you had a falling out 2 years ago.

You had deleted all of your social media, every platform. When Kurt confronted you about it, you told him you needed a break from all of it. He took it to heart, took it personally, and as you watched tears begin to well in his sad, doe eyes, he spat words at you that you'll never forget.

"If you're not documenting yourself, you simply don't exist. Especially to me."

As much as those words felt like a knife twisting in your chest, your stomach feeling like it fell out of your ass, you didn't stop him from walking away. You couldn't tell him the real reason you deleted all your socials. You were required to keep it a secret, your life depended on it.

He broke your heart, but you broke his too. Losing that friendship felt like losing a large fragment of your soul, leaving you forever feeling empty since that day.

A year later, you couldn't help yourself but to make an untracable social media account. Just to see how he was doing. And that quickly turned into watching him every time he went live and every time he posted. And that quickly turned into you becoming his number one supporter. He just didn't know it was you.

Shit, I do still love him, don't I? What kind of love is it? Wait, is it even love, or do I just feel sorry for him? Whatever, doesn't matter.

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Later that evening, you hear your phone ding. A notification from kurtsworld96.

You sat up to see a new video he posted.

Kurt was still on his #TheLesson bullshit.

You rolled your eyes, and yet tapped on the video.

He had in front of him, a water bottle and a syringe. He began to explain how to inject poison into the water bottle, and how no one would ever notice it had been tampered with as long as it was sealed with a glue gun.

Haha, very fucking funny Kurt. You'll do anything for clout.

You looked at the time.

Well, I guess I'd better get going.

You hastily commented a few words of support on the video, grabbed your belongings, got in your car, and drove away into the night.

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Later that week, you woke up on a Friday morning. A sigh of relief came from you.

I don't have work to do today, thank God.

As you got up from your bed, you walked over to your kitchenette in your small studio apartment, and made yourself some coffee and a bowl of cereal.

A notification from your phone interrupted your breakfast.

You muttered frustrated nonsense to yourself, and looked at the screen.

kurtsworld96 is live

You downed your coffee and sat back into your bed, wondering what clout chasing nonsense he was doing this time.

You tapped on his live.

You watched as Kurt was yet again livestreaming his Spree riding. Only this time, there was a man in the backseat spewing some nonsense about being proud to be white. Kurt looked visibly uncomfortable.

kurtie96: kick his ass out of the car!

Another chat from Bobby came up. Just him talking some shit, nothing new.

"Don't worry kurtie96 and Bobby."

After Kurt gave a speech about how all races are the same and how racism is toxic, he sped right through a stop sign.

Holy shit Kurt, what the hell are you doing?

Interesingly enough, the man in the backseat seemed excited. He then went to take a drink of a water bottle. Almost instantly, the man began to cough, and his coughs increasingly grew violent as Kurt reassured him that it was just pure water.

The man then slumped over in the backseat. He didn't appear to be breathing. Kurt looked into the camera, put his sunglasses on, and awkwardly threw up another peace sign.

Oh my God.

I wonder what convincing Kurt had to do in order for Bobby to get a man to play a racist, and "die" on his livestream.

You scoffed. This is really hitting a new low. You left the livestream for about an hour before you opened it again. You watched the same thing happen to a total Karen directly afterwards. This was so fake, it was painful to watch, but you sent a quick blurt of support.

kurtie96: $100 donation SHE GOT GOT LOL

You physically recoiled at what you had just typed.

"Holy shit, thank you for the support again kurtie96! A hundred dollars? Where are you getting all this money?!"

If only he knew.

Why the hell do I keep doing this again?

You saw Kurt beam his gorgeous, wide smile into the camera, almost as if he was looking directly at you, and only you.

Oh yeah, that's why...

You felt a bit of butterflies in your stomach. This was a sensation you hadn't felt in a long time. In fact, this was one of the strongest kind of emotions you'd felt in a long time.

You hated it.

You usually were completely emotionless, void of empathy- except for Kurt. And now you're giddy over his smile all over again, like when you were kids. Ugh.

You continued to watch his livestream, as you had nothing else to do. You kept chatting words of encouragement, while Kurt very much appreciated your kindness. You began to feel hot. Physically hot, sweating.

Yuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

You changed into a white tee and some comfy shorts. Much better.

You opened his livestream again to see a man who introduced himself as Mario in the backseat, seemingly harassing another woman named Jessie while Kurt told him to stop.

kurtie96: he's a misogynist. Tell him to gtfo!!

Kurt glanced at your chat, then slammed on his brakes and told him to get out. Jessie then happily obliged to get out instead, throwing water on Mario's face after calling her a bitch. You laughed, then stopped when Mario called him a homophobic slur and to just drive. You felt disappointed in Kurt when he complied.

Mario, shortly after Kurt began to drive again, said he felt sick to his stomach because of how embarrassed he was. Kurt pulled over and told him to get out if he was gonna puke. Mario began to argue back, but Kurt snapped back at him with a crack in his voice, "I need to keep my CAR CLEAN!"

Mario then said he needed to take a piss anyways, and got out of the car, walking behind it and stopped to do his business.

Then that dreaded Gummy Bear song came on. You were about to die from secondhand embarrassment, but then Kurt gave the camera a little smirk and began to reverse quickly. He reversed into Mario, his bloodied body falling over to the front of the car. "Are you guys seeing this?" Kurt said into the camera, ever so nonchalantly. He then apparently ran over Mario again as he drove away. "Fun." he said.

I can't believe the lengths this man will go to for views. It had to have cost him so much money to pay Bobby to get these shitty actors.

But as Kurt drove to a gas station to fill up his tank, you noticed Bobby still talking shit in the live, saying it was fake news. And you couldn't help but notice the blood on the ground and the front of Kurt's car, and how Kurt began to talk quietly when he realized there was a cop filling up his tank right next to him.

Something was definitely not right.

Your stomach sank a little. Bobby definitely has the money to do all this fake shit, yes, but why would he help out Kurt? There's nothing in it for him, he hates him. Something wasn't adding up, but you tried to shake the feeling off anyways.

You pondered for awhile wondering what you should do, if you should do anything at all. You and Kurt hadn't talked in 2 years. Well, technically, that wasn't true, he just didn't know you had been practically stalking his lives and being his number one fan. Whatever. He loves it.

You made a decision and walked quickly to your dresser to put on a jacket, and some sweatpants, throwing your sneakers on before heading out the door with your bag.

Once you got in your car, you opened your phone to see yet again what Kurt was up to.

There was blood all over his windshield. The inside of his car. And a bit on him. He was driving into the car wash. He called Bobby and explained to him what just happened, with much excitement. Asked him if he saw that triple K.O. That his count was up to 7 people. Bobby continued to keep talking shit, telling Kurt that he didn't even get double digit views. He began to honk his horn violently in defeat and frustration.

Your heart sank. This was real. None of it was fake. He really did brutally murder those people. It was all real. And he did it on a LIVESTREAM.

You knew you had to get to him. And seeing him murmuring to himself about how he'll show Bobby... you knew where he was going.

You couldn't let Kurt do this to himself.

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You pulled up to Bobby's house. In the driveway, was Kurt's car. You quickly pulled out your phone and opened the livestream. Kurt was taking a shower, blood all over him that was obviously Bobby's. He was ecstatic, over the moon, as his stream began to finally go viral. "Do you guys, do you guys wanna see my, boner?"

Really dude?

You clicked off your phone and got out of the car, making sure to close the door quietly. You made your way up to Bobby's front door. Ever so gently, you turned the knob. It was unlocked.

Dumbass couldn't even bother to lock the front door.

You tiptoed inside slowly. You instantly heard Kurt talking to his new followers in Bobby's bedroom. You looked down to see a brutalized body on the living room floor. Bobby. It was Bobby's body.

You snapped your head up at the sound of your own username.

"You know, I wonder where kurtie96 is? They were my number one fan from the start, but I haven't seen them in the chat in a long time. They were there from the very beginning. Anyways, even if you're not watching, shout out to kurtie96-"

"I'm right here."

Kurt snapped his head up, and his eyes widened. His face and body went white, completely obvious to tell since he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Wh- what- hang on- what the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Turn off the live, Kurt."

He gawked at you. Was he seeing things?

"Did you not hear me? TURN. IT. OFF."

He continued to stare at you in shock, before narrowing his eyes and looked back at the livestream. "Hey guys, I'll be back in just a few minutes-"

You quickly smashed the screen on the floor, feeling the adrenaline and rage turn you into a complete monster.

"What the FUCK-"

"You are one stupid little shit, you know that?" you snapped at him, almost growling.

Kurt went silent for a moment. He couldn't believe his eyes. You were standing right in front of him. How? You had been gone for 2 years. How did you know what he was doing, where he was at? You didn't even have any social media...

"Wait, wait... are you kurtie96?"

"Do I really need to answer that question?" you let out an annoyed, breathy laugh, "How stupid can you possibly be, to kill all these people for views and followers-"

"NO!" Kurt slammed his hands down on the table, knocking various things off of it.

You went red in the face. He had never raised his voice at you before.

He continued, with a shaky, low voice, "You don't just get to walk back into my life, at a time like this, you walked out on me-"

"NO, Kurt! YOU walked out on ME!" you raised your voice back, holding back tears.

"No, no, NO!" his voice cracked, "you deleted everything, and told me it was because you couldn't stand me!"

"No Kurt, I never told you that. But..." your tears were threatening to spill down your face, "I let you believe that. I did delete everything, but it wasn't because of you. I HAD to. For my own safety. And now look at this big mess you've made."

He scoffed at you. "So why did you do it then? What are you a- a cop?"

You began to shake and went silent.

Kurt snapped his fingers in your face, "Hello, earth to BACKSTABBER?! I asked you a question!"

You pushed him back forcefully, "I'm not the backstabber here, Kurt! I'm not the one who ended a friendship because of social fucking media. How can you be so blind and ignorant to your surroundings? To my feelings?!"

You caught your breath, while he fell silent for a few moments.

"I just wanted to keep doing what we were doing. We were having fun... and now - wait, you still haven't answered my question. Is... is there like a, SWAT team outside or something?"

You looked up to meet his eyes. Those pretty teddy bear, scared eyes. You cursed yourself for how they made you melt a little.

"No. I'm not a cop, but there will be some outside soon if we don't clean up this mess right away. Find some bleach and an old rug-"

"Why did you delete everything then?"

Your face suddenly went cold, as did your heart. You were going to have to tell him now. You didn't have a choice at this point.

"I kill people too."

He laughed. He LAUGHED at you.

He laughed for a solid 10 seconds.

"If you're going to arrest me, you should have done it already, you- you bitch." He picked up his knife. "I didn't want to have to do this, but you're going to have to die now, too."

You held still, didn't move a muscle, waiting for him to make his move.

He twirled the knife in his hands for a moment, eyeing the details on it, with a melancholy look on his face. He didn't want to kill you, you used to be his best friend. And all this time, you've secretly been his number one fan. There were many times he wanted to give up, but you were there behind a screen, encouraging him every step of the way. Why though?

Before he could finish his thoughts, you had charged at him, swiftly grabbing the knife from his hand. You harshly pushed him into the wall, pinning his arms above him with one arm, one leg between his own legs, and your other arm holding up the knife to his throat. He was surprised by your strength.

You lightly pressed the tip of the knife into the middle of his throat, just enough to nick him and draw the smallest amount of blood. He winced, but then didn't dare move an inch.

"I told you you were a stupid little shit." You said with a menacing voice.

He kept his eyes on you, taking in shaky breaths.

"Are you gonna let me talk now, Kurt?"

"Mhm." He didn't dare say a word, in fear of the knife piercing his throat more.

You eased the knife a few inches away from his neck, and softened your grip on him.

"I kill people too. I'm just not as sloppy as you are."

He continued to meet your gaze. You fell silent. He gained enough courage to ask you a question in a wimpy voice, "Why are you killing people? I mean... my... my reason is obvious, but you don't even have social media. Why are you doing it?"

"Well.. there's a couple reasons. One, I get paid to do it. Two, I do it... because I only kill bad people."

"Bad people? Like what?"

"Like... the 1%ers mostly. The sexists, the racists, the homophobes, all the evil that lives in Los Angeles. I go on dates with them, make them feel comfortable, and then I poison them, sometimes strangle them, if I have to. And after I kill them... I take their money." You had a small smirk on your face as you said it, but quickly shook it off.

You let Kurt have a moment to take in what you just confessed.

"Is that why you were always able to send me those big donations?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Okay..." He dragged out the word. "But why support me so much?"

"Because I still care about you. I mean, I hate you for ditching me because I deleted my socials, I had to do it so I couldn't be traced. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. That's why I didn't say anything. But.. yeah. I still cared about you. I couldn't just automatically turn my feelings off like a light switch."

Kurt went a little red in the face. He looked like he was going to.. cry? Laugh? You couldn't tell.

"Feelings?" he said, a little too much excitement in his voice.

"Not those kind, fucking idiot." You quickly snapped back.

You looked down. Kurt's towel was threatening to fall down his waist. And he had a boner. He ACTUALLY had a boner.

You finally released him from his grip. "Put some fucking clothes on, you sick fuck. I'm going to help you. And you should feel lucky that I am."

He nodded his head in agreement, but opened his mouth again, "But what about my followers-"

"Fuck your followers. You can either get arrested and sent to trial for murder, or you can stop this now and be a free, stupid man. And hurry up, we have some cleaning up to do."

He groaned like a toddler who hadn't got his way, but began to walk over to Bobby's closet to find some clothes. You turned to go walk back to Bobby's body, and made another comment.

"By the way, why the fuck is your hair still greasy after taking a shower? Do you even wash it?"

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After you both changed your clothes (Bobby's clothes, yuck) and cleaned up Kurt's sloppy work, you two had made a plan. You followed his car to his grandpa's junkyard closely, with the body in his trunk. You couldn't let his license plate be seen. Once you got there, you burned each others old clothes and let the dogs have at Bobby's body. You took Kurt's license plate off his car and discarded it, and also commanded him to throw his phone into the fire as well. He protested relentlessly until you promised him you'd buy him a brand new one.

"Okay Kurt, get in my car, time to go home."

"What? So now everything is magically all better and I just go home?"

"No, Kurt. Not your home. My home...my home."

He hesitantly got into the passenger side of your car, and off you went.

The first few minutes of the drive, there was some uncomfortable silence. Kurt was the first to break it.

"So, where do you live anyways?"

"Skid Row. It's a studio apartment."

Kurt looked at you with a funny, confused look on his face, while you kept your eyes on the road. "How do you have so much money, but then live in a shitty part of town?"

"I have to keep up a certain look for the kind of life I live. Stupid." you spat. You instantly felt a little bad, but didn't change your serious expression.

Kurt then went silent again for a few moments. You glanced over at him to see him staring at you, with woeful eyes. Now you really felt bed.

"I'm really sorry." His voice was almost a whisper.

"It's okay Kurt... just don't ask stupid questions-"

"No, not that. I meant, I'm sorry. Like, sorry sorry. For everything."

Your hands gripped the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry too, Kurt."

You glanced at him again.

God, he looks so defeated. How can I be so mean to him, especially when everyone was so mean to us when we were in school? All we had was each other.

You couldn't help but realize that the only person you had ever felt sorry for, was Kurt... what the fuck?

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Once the both of you were settled into your apartment, you went into your closet and pulled out a burner phone from a box as Kurt watched you from your bed. You dialed a phone number and put the phone to your ear.

Kurt, jealous and antsy, seeing as how you made him throw his phone into the fire earlier so he couldn't be traced, asked loudly, "Who are you calling?"

"Shush!" You put your finger to your lips and glared at him. You slowly looked away and someone answered the call. "Hey... yeah it's B. I need one... for a Kurt Kunkle... yeah, you'll be able to find him easily... thank you." You hung up the phone and sighed, feeling... sad?

"Your name isn't B."

You shook your head, annoyed that he could be this oblivious as to why you would never say your real name out loud, and ignored him.

"Why did you say my name? Did you just like, tell on me, or something?" He said, getting a little nervous, shifting on the bed.

"No Kurt. I wouldn't clean up after your mess just to come home and 'tell on you'. What are you, 12? I had to make a call to get you fake papers."

"Fake papers? Like, a fake ID?"

"Yeah. And birth certificate. And social security. And passport... a new name."

Kurt got quiet, then whispered, "Why a passport?"

You could feel his fear radiating off of him. "Because Kurt, you killed all those people, live, on your phone, for so many people to see. You'll be recognized any time now. You can't hide in my apartment forever. You'll have to leave the country. Don't worry, when you get to where you're going, I'll have everything all set up for you, a place to live, a job-"

You stopped talking when you noticed him beginning to quietly sob to himself.

God, you felt so bad for him. He thought he was on top of the world, until he realized he wasn't.

"But... I don't wanna leave the country. I wanna stay here."

You walked over to him and sat down on the bed next to him. "I know you don't. And I know it's scary. But I'm trying to help you here... this is your only chance at getting away with this."

He stopped crying, but leaned into your chest, sniffling a little. You were surprised at the notion, but after a few moments, put your arms up, and held him.

How is he gonna cry right now, after mercilessly killing eight people?

"You know Kurt, I know you don't wanna talk to your dad, but if you want, you can make a quick phone call to your mom to say goodbye-"

"I killed her this morning." He quickly cut you off, his statement void of any emotion.

Oh. Nine people.

"Oh... um. Okay. That's okay. That's.. alright then." You didn't really know how to respond.

Yeah, he's 100% insane. Well... I mean, I have no room to talk.

You held him a little while longer in silence, before he sat up again. "So... what happens now?" He looked at you with his glossy eyes. Damn, those eyes.

"Well, now we wait. For your new papers."

"How long is that gonna take?"

You shrugged. "Probably early in the morning. And then you'll go straight to the airport."

He didn't like the thought of having to leave the country... or leave you.

"Okay," his voice getting a little louder again, "what do we do while we wait?"

"I don't fucking know, Kurt, we should probably just go to bed. You're gonna need the sleep. You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

"No, no, you sleep in your bed. I'll sleep on the floor. Its your place, and you are a girl- I mean, uh, a woman after all. It wouldn't be right." He stuttered awkwardly, then sheepishly smiled at you.

"Well, you're gonna need your rest, so... we can both just sleep in the bed. It's not like we haven't done that before when we were kids."

You both gave a little smile at each other, thinking back on times where everything wasn't so fucked up.

Kurt grinned at you, a bit of light back in his eyes now, "Hey... do you remember when we like... practiced with each other?"

Nevermind. Kurt and I have always been fucked up.

Your face turned hot. You looked away from him and gulped. "Yes."

When you both graduated high school after turning 18, you both got a little drunk, and, seeing as how lonely you both were and only had each other (because you guys were the nerdy, weird kids) you both decided to have... a little fun together.

"Those were the days." Kurt said with a shit eating grin, then instantly putting a serious look on his face when he saw your not so pleased reaction.

"That was one time Kurt. And we didn't even go all the way. It was stupid."

He frowned. "I didn't think it was stupid." he looked down and twiddled his fingers.

You couldn't lie to yourself. Thinking back on that experience made your inner thighs burn. But you couldn't think of things like that. Not after a night like this. Not after knowing he was going to be gone in the morning.

"Hey," Kurt's voice interrupted your thoughts. "Come with me."

"Huh?" You looked at him, thinking there was no way he was serious.

"Come with me. Please." He pleaded with you.

"Kurt, I can't do that."

"But why?" Ugh, he sounded so sad, you hated it.

"Because I don't have to. I have a life here."

"A life of what? Of- of murdering people and... living in this dump?"

"Well, I murder bad people."

He threw his hands up in the air and smacked them back down on the bed dramatically. "Well, so did I, if you think about it!"

You rolled your eyes at his childish fit. "Whatever." You sat up from the bed. "I'm going to sleep now, Kurt, on the floor. Someone will drive you to the airport in the morning." You began to walk away from him.

"We could be a power couple!" His voice cracked.

You stopped and turned to look at him. "Kurt... never say 'power couple' ever again."

"Well, I'm serious! We're perfect for each other!"

"Really?" You scoffed. "In what way?

"Well, we both kill people." He looked at your face with hope.

"Yeah, except I'm good at it, and you're terrible at it."

"Well... I mean, they're dead. So... yeah, I'm good at it."

You were silent for a moment, and then softly said, "Kurt, we're both psychopaths. Sociopaths. Narcissists, whatever people call it. Void of all feeling, no empathy for other people-"

"Except for each other," he now sat up from the bed and walked over to you, standing only a foot in front of you, "...except for each other. You wouldn't have helped me if you didn't care about me. And I wouldn't have had second thoughts about killing you if I didn't care about you."

You groaned. He was right, but it still wasn't a good idea for the two of you to be together.

"I love you." He said, his face red with embarassment from his confession.

What the fuck? Did he just say that?

You stared at him intensely, feeling like there was no possible way you heard him right.

He spoke up again, face still red from his confession, "I... I like... LOVE you love you. I'm.. yeah- yeah... I'm in love with you. I mean I still regular love you, but I'm in love with you. And I always have been." He stuttered through his words.

You couldn't do anything. You couldn't speak, or move. His words paralyzed you. So you just stood there like a statue, feeling like the temperate went up 100 degrees.

He took a deep breath, "Just, just- come here!"

He reached forward and grabbed your face, kissing you, hard. Really hard. He wasn't making out with you, but the passion was there. His lips stayed connected to yours, giving you a 10 second long, desperate kiss, before softly letting go of your face and mouth, and taking a small step backwards, waiting for your reaction. Waiting to see if that was an okay thing to do.

You continued to stare at him, right into his soul, took a step back, and slapped him across the face.

His head stayed turned in the direction where you slapped him for a few moments, before slowly turning to face you again. He put a hand up to his cheek, gazing at you with a pitiful look.

Fuck. I can't take it anymore.

You lunged for him, grabbing his face as he did with yours, kissing his mouth hard, tangling your fingers through his hair. He instantly grabbed your face and kissed you back, with the same force. His right arm snaked under your left, and began to slowly stroke down your back, his hand pausing when it got to your ass. You quietly moaned on his lips, feeling absolutely manic.

You pulled back for a moment, and gazed into his eyes, the both of you breathing heavily.

"I love you Kurt."

"W...what?" He panted.

"I love you too. I love you more than anything."

He continued to gaze into your eyes, putting his right hand back on your face, thumb rubbing the soft skin of your cheek. He pressed his forehead onto yours, the both of you still panting, breathing in each other's scent.

God, he smells so good.

You went to kiss his lips again, hungry for more, but he pulled back. Before you could open your mouth to ask what was wrong, he put a finger to your lips.

"So..." He smiled. "Considering everything, like... you know, how we're murderers and psychos and stuff... how do you want to do this?"

Your lips slowly curled into a smile.

"Anything goes."

"Really? Anything?"

"Anything you want to do, I want to do it too, Kurt."

He grinned wide, before crashing his lips back onto yours again. He was now holding you tightly. He stuck the tip of his tongue out, licking your lips, motioning for you to open your mouth. You happily obliged, your tongue beginning to dance with his. These kisses were hungry, desperate, teeth clashing with each other, noses pressed hard against each other, and yet, these kisses were so wonderfully in sync, like your mouths were made for each other. Like you were made for each other.

You could feel yourself getting wetter every second that passed, when all of the sudden, you felt Kurt bite down onto your lower lip, hard. You let out a small gasp, immediately tasting your own blood. Kurt then pulled his face back from you, leaving a string of saliva between the two of you. He stared at you with a crazed, wide eyed look on his face, before spitting directly onto your white shirt, your own blood and saliva now beginning to slide down your chest. You looked at him in shock.

"Well, now that your shirt is all messy, looks like you'll be needing to get rid of it."

He began to pull his knife out of his pocket.

Wait, I still had that knife. How did he get it back from me? Maybe when I was holding him?

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt taut, and lifted the knife underneath it, traveling up to your neck, the tip of the knife now barely poking at your throat, the same way you did to him only hours before. With a devilish look in his eyes, he dragged the blade down your shirt from the neck of it to the bottom, ripping it in half. He then grabbed either sides of your shirt and snatched it down your arms.

You looked at him in awe. You never thought this was something Kurt was capable of doing, being so dominate, despite being a cold blooded killer.

The evil look in his eyes quickly went away, turning into puppy dog eyes. "Um.. so.. was that okay? I just thought it would be hot if I did something like that... sorry."

You smiled. "It was more than okay."

"Really?" He grinned with excitement.

You nodded your head eagerly. "More. I want more."

He yanked you in for another passionate kiss, this time lifting you up by your ass, and throwing you onto your bed.

He hovered over you, before digging his face into your neck, kissing hungrily, traveling his mouth across until he found your sweet spot. You moaned shamelessly, and felt him smile against your skin. He sank his teeth into that spot, gaining another loud moan from you. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, feeling his hot breath, while he abused your neck, leaving dark bruises across your skin, leading his way down to your chest. He snaked his arm from your stomach to your chest, groping your tits from underneath your bra. You put your arm behind your back and arched, trying to unclasp it for him, but he had another idea. He grabbed your arm and pinned it against the bed. Knife still in his dominant hand, he slid it underneath both of the straps, blade again ripping another piece of clothing. He slid the ruined garment down your body, tossing it over his shoulder.

He then pinned down both of your arms with his left hand, the other putting down the knife for a moment so he could hastily pull your pants off of your legs, throwing them across the room along with the other discarded garments. You were now only in your underwear.

He continued to hover over you, his pupils blown, while he slowly crept his hand down your stomach, and into the front of your panties, sliding his fingers through your soaked folds. You arched into the heat of his hand, trying to stifle back an embarrassingly load moan.

"Wow, already this- this wet, huh? I guess you do... really like it like this."

You nodded your head, arms still pinned above your head.

"Remember all the things we did when we... practiced?" He said, his hand cupping your heat.

"Y-yeah. I do." You managed to respond.

"Like...this?"

He slipped two digits inside of you, instantly curling his fingers to find that sweet spot.

"Oh, fuck Kurt-"

"And this..." He reached his thumb up and began circling your clit, simultaneously fucking his curled fingers in and out of you slowly, just the way you like it. You arched into his hand again, moaning and murmuring his name as he continued, with a giant grin on his face.

You managed to speak through heavy breaths, "Kurt... how do you... remember what I like?"

He gave you a soft, gentle look, stopping his movements briefly.

"Well, because I love you... and how could I ever forget that night?"

He started pumping in and out of you again, only this time with a quicker pace. Your eyes glazed over, tears forming, as your pathetic moans grew louder and louder, feeling that yummy knot in your stomach begin to form. You leaned your face towards his, begging for his kisses, which he eagerly accepted. He began to moan in your mouth quietly, tipping you over the edge.

"Kurt... I'm gonna..."

"Do it. Now."

The knot inside of you released. He kept his pace to ride you through your high, while you became a blubbering mess of his name and expletives.

Once your orgasm came to a halt, he gave you a gentle kiss on your swollen, bitten lips.

"Did you like that?"

You nodded your head, completely dazed. "Yes."

"Good, I hope you like this part too. But it's not something we ever did before."

"Wha-"

He quickly grabbed the knife he had placed beside you, and slashed you across your abdomen.

You gasped in pain, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

"Wow, would you look at that." He smiled, admiring his work, and placed the knife back down to rub his hand over the wound, which was not deep or wide enough to severely harm you, but still stung. He began to spread your blood across your bare torso. He now had the most pure evil look you'd ever seen. Eyes wide, pupils blown so big they were black, a wicked, cruel smile plastered across his face.

You were in disbelief.

You had never seen anything so sexy, so erotic in your entire life. You had never been more turned on.

"Kurt..."

He glanced up at your face, now looking worried, "Yeah babe?"

You couldn't help but feel butterflies at the endearing nickname.

"Do you think you could let go of my arms now?"

He quickly released you from his tight grasp, "Yeah, yeah, I'm so sorry, I really wish I hadn't done that, please don't be mad at me, I'm so sorry-"

You cut him off by sitting up quickly, grabbing the neckline of his shirt with your hands instead of opting for the knife, ripping it in half hastily.

He looked down at his now ruined shirt, and looked back up at you startled, then gradually smiling that wicked, evil grin again. He hurriedly slid the shirt off of his body. You grabbed the crotch of his pants, feeling how absolutely hard he was, silently motioning for him to take those off too.

You sat back on your elbows a bit, admiring his body. He looked so sexy like this. No weird clothes, no bucket hat... just Kurt. You stared at his chest and happy trail in awe.

"It's your turn." You said in a menacingly low voice. You grabbed the knife from beside you and slashed him across his abdomen, the same way he did to you. He physically leaned back in shock, losing his breath. He looked down at his bleeding wound, and looked back at you.

"It's only fair." You said innocently. You rapidly sat back up again, putting your hand on his cut, and began rubbing his own blood all over his torso. You looked into his eyes, looking for some sign of acceptance. He smiled back at you.

You fervently began to latch onto his neck, kissing open mouth, sloppy kisses everywhere, before you began to suck all over, until he let out a wimpy moan. You smiled against his skin. You had found his sweet spot. You bit onto it forcefully, drawing a little blood. He gasped in pleasure, and you began gently sucking on it, as if to make it all better.

You made your way down to his chest, leaving marks and bruises all over him while he swung his head back, panting heavily. You continued until you got to his still bleeding wound, licking and kissing it gently. You began to kiss down to the hem of his boxers, before reaching both hands into them and slowly pulling them down, his bare, hard cock now in plain sight. Kurt lightly gasped. You were pleasantly reminded of his length and girth.

It's always the nerds, isn't it?

You went to caress it, before Kurt's hand grabbed your wrist, motioning for you to stop.

You looked up at him confused, your face covered in his blood, and he began to speak.

"You know... I was actually thinking, uh... maybe we should just, or I should just, focus on you, considering how you helped me tonight... you know, if that's okay."

Why does he have to be so adorable?

You gave him a little smile, "Aw, Kurt, it's okay. I would really like to make you feel good too. It's really not a prob-"

"Actually, you know what? Shut up."

He pushed you back onto the bed hard, nearly knocking the wind out of you. His sinful eyes and smile were back on his face. He had this devilish side to him that seemed to come out spontaneously.

He grabbed the sides of your panties and yanked them down, again throwing them across the room. He hiked your legs up over his shoulders, and without warning, his face went directly for your cunt, not easing in whatsoever, instantly eating you up like you were his last meal.

"Oh, FUCK, Kurt!" You nearly screamed. His hand came down your wounded stomach to abuse your clit once again as he began tongue fucking you.

He remembered this part of our practice too.

He continued to lap you up forcefully, you moaning his name over and over again. You felt him smile against your heat. He then latched his mouth onto your clit, his tongue dancing over it eagerly.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you arched into his mouth, feeling your next high begin to rise up. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, causing him to moan. The vibration from his lips alone tipped you over the edge.

"Kurt, it's happening- oh FUCK!" He dug his fingernails into your thigh as you hit the peak of your second orgasm of the night.

Feeling the high die down again, you looked down at Kurt, his still wicked, evil eyes looking up to meet yours. His face was now covered in your blood too. Your wound had reopened... the sight of his bloodied, smiling face was unbearably erotic.

We really are some sick fucks, aren't we?

He crawled over and kissed you with the most passion, the both of you now tasting each others blood on your tongues.

You never expected in a million years for Kurt to be this dominant, so in control. And he never imagined you being so submissive to him.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he backed away from your face. He grabbed your hips hard, and yanked them up to meet his cock, a yelp escaping from your lips.

"I'm gonna fuck you s-so, hard."

This never happened when we practiced, we never got to this point-

He lined himself up with your now swollen entrance, and rammed all the way into you with ease, bottoming out. You both moaned shamelessly loud. Kurt had to stop himself from busting right then and there as you instantly clamped down on him. This was something he only ever fantasized about.

He began to thrust into you, slow, but excruciatingly hard. It was nothing like you've ever experienced before. You were nearly going cross eyed. He continued this forceful pace before roaming his arms under your back, pulling you up onto his lap. He was now sitting on his knees, while you sat on his dick, immediately hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You both gasped at the sensation, and started grinding into each other, perfectly in sync, over and over again, whispering sweet words of praise to each other.

"Oh god Kurt, you feel.. so.. good-" you managed to say between shaky breaths.

"Fuck, so do you.. babe- you really... really like this?"

"I do, I love it so much, Kurt.. feels.. oh god... you feel amazing."

"Well... I love... you."

"God, I love you too.. more than anything." You gave him a lustful smile and put your hand up to his cheek, caressing it for a moment, before you crashed your lips on his again, groaning into each other's mouths, still grinding down onto him, keeping the same rhythm.

When you pulled back to gaze into his eyes, he was gazing into yours too. Only this time, his didn't look so sinful. They were filled with pure adoration and love for you, tears beginning to gloss over his eyes. He looked at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered. You began to tear up too.

It was an unholy, yet beautiful sight to behold, the two of you covered in each other's blood, sweat, saliva and tears, a squishing mess of wetness connected between the two of you.

The sensation of his stomach hitting your clit as you fucked sent you into over drive.

"Kurt.. I'm gonna-" He grabbed your hair by the scalp and yanked your head back.

"D-do it.. you look so pretty when you cum.. please cum for me, I'm right there too." He stumbled over his words, now picking up the speed as he used his other hand to grab your ass to pound into your walls as quickly as he could manage.

Just hearing his praise and lust-filled voice was enough to send you over the edge again. You screamed his name as you clamped down onto him, having your third, but most intense climax of the night. You felt his cock begin to get even harder as he kept thrusting through your high. You dug your nails into his shoulders and kissed him eagerly, he moaned into your mouth and you bit his bottom lip, drawing blood as he did to you before, and that was it for him.

He threw his head back and loudly moaned a mixture of your name and obscenities as he came deep inside you, absolutely losing his breath.

As you continued to sink down into him through his orgasm, he began to start to steady his breathing a little, until you finally stopped riding him when you were sure he was finished.

He slowly tilted his head forward, and looked at you half lidded, a small grin on his face. He pressed his forehead into yours, breathing in each other's scent, breathing out small, awkward chuckles of contentment.

He wrapped his arms around you, still inside you, and you did the same to him, the both of you leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses all over each others faces, not being able to get enough of each other.

You looked back at him with pure warmth in your eyes, but you face dropped when you noticed tears streaming down his face, sniffling a bit.

"What's wrong? Did I do something? Are you regretting this? I'm so sorry Kurt-"

He put a finger to your lips and shushed you, a small, sad smile on his face. "Come with me."

"What?"

"Please come with me. You..you know.. leaving the country." His face a mix of pleading and hope.

You were silent for a moment, stroking his soft cheek, before smiling back at him.

"Okay."

"Really?" He looked like he was about to start sobbing with joy.

"Really.. I will go with you."

He laid you back down on the bed, finally pulling out of you. He smothered you with small pecks of kisses all over your face, laughing with glee in between. You squealed and ran your fingers through his hair.

He stopped for amount to admire your face, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"What will we do when we leave? I mean, I'll slow down on the 'trying to go viral thing'."

"I have a lot of money, Kurt. We can do whatever we want."

He paused for a moment, before asking, "Do you think we could still kill people? Like, together, you know?"

You nodded your head. "Yes, we can. Only bad people though. And NO livestreaming any of it... I'll teach you."

He lied down next to you, still with a cheesy grin on his face. He gently rubbed his finger along your bruised lips. "Mine. You're mine."

You ran your fingers through his hair again, giving him a goofy smile back. "All yours.. and you're mine."

You both sat in silence admiring each other's bodies for a few minutes, before Kurt sighed deeply, "Well, I guess we should go take a shower and get all this... blood off of us before we leave." You gave him a sweet "Mhm." in agreement.

Another devilish look came across his face. "Maybe we could... round two?"

"Yes... but I'm shampooing your hair first, Kurt."

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If Baby Pacha survived the finale of Dino Fury:

-She fucking hates Ollie

-she fucking hates Ollie

-The evil Ollie stuff doesn’t happen since Baby Pacha just murdered Dripgoo (or whatever that guys name was, but he won’t be missed) because messing with Ollie is her job

-She and Aiyon just sorta regularly gaslight Ollie, cause whenever Ollie attempts to tell Aiyon that Baby Pacha just fucking obliterated something he owns, Aiyon is just like “Wdym, she could NEVER do that! Isn’t that right Baby Pacha?” *gives Baby Pacha scritches.* the second Aiyon leaves the room, bam, Baby Pacha gives Ollie a stink eye more powerful than his resting bitch face.

-The only thing other than Aiyon that can calm her rage is… eating raw salt. Zords eat minerals, okay.

-Baby Pacha once ate Ollie’s birth certificate.

Baby Pacha and Aiyon are just

Baby Pacha: I will fight next person who insults Aiyon.

Aiyon: I hate myself.

Baby Pacha: GET READY TO SQUARE UP!

-Baby Pacha is Olliephobic, but you already knew that

-Baby Pacha secretly vandalizes anything related to Zayto, she’s still mad he took her mom away.

That’s it she’s grounded…unless she bites off Zedd’s fingers.

#power rangers #mmpr #mighty morphin power rangers #mutual ask #ask answered #power rangers dino fury #power rangers cosmic fury

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 8 months

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PROPAGANDA

KATARA (AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER)

1.) Katara was always shoved aside by both the narrative and the protagonist of AtLA. Despite her powerful arc, the creators always treated her as just the girl who the guy gets as a prize for saving the world. Her friends always relied on her for everything, from emotional support (that she felt she had to give) to menial tasks like cooking and cleaning and sewing (that no-one helped her out with). Her canonical boyfriend forced a kiss on her TWICE, and this was never really brought up or discussed (when she tried to discuss the first one, he forced the second one on her). She never got apologised to, and was constantly undervalued, treated badly, and her emotions were sidelined (she basically got told she was overreacting for wanting to pursue justice for her mother's murder). So yes, I do in fact think that Katara was a victim of misogyny. Also she wasn't allowed to learn to fight because she was a girl, even though she NEEDED to, and this only changed when the teacher found out that she was his old girlfriend's granddaughter.

None of this even touches on the sh*t that she was forced through in the sequel series. Good grief, I'm not even going to get started on that.

2.) Despite being the younger of two siblings, after her mom died she was forced to assume the role of caretaker in her family despite being a whole LITERAL CHILD to the point that her older brother IN CANON can only picture her face when he thinks of their MOTHER. She was always seen doing chores in the background that no other character ever helped her with because of her place as the "team mom" despite being LITERALLY fourteen. Not to mention how the sequel series ripped all of her personality and accomplishments from her to have her stay home w the children and let her husband neglect them in ways she NEVER would have actually stood for in the og series. Where all the other characters have statues and cities and laws and bending skills named after them they make her sit and twiddle her thumbs so that she can be the avatar's perfect uncomplaining wife and silently fade into the background

3.) so some things I wanna say here might actually be controversial, because I feel like the fans actually bought into/accepted the stuff I'm talking about uncritically. or maybe it's not that deep. but anyway

katara initially can be pretty sensible - her and sokka both. they're the kids of the chief, and neither of their parents are around, so it's obvious they both feel a lot of responsibility.

but still, early on, she's rebellious, she seeks fun and adventure, she cracks jokes. she goes penguin sledding with aang, who reminds her that she is in fact a kid. she steals from pirates then jokes about it when sokka scolds her.

as the show goes on, she gets more stern, straightlaced, "motherly", and has less of a sense of humour. she's still a badass but there are jokes about how she isn't fun or funny, or how she's a stick in the mud, to the point where I feel like the audience seems to have actually bought into it too. then the ember island players episode makes out like she's super preachy and cries a lot - yes obviously I know that this is a joke episode, but the show clearly is trying to parody itself with a basis on characters actual qualities, otherwise why would they bother? and the other characters act like they secretly think it's accurate too. since WHEN?

then sokka who starts out taking charge and resisting kataras schemes, becomes the light-hearted, fun, funny one. like yes he was always sarcastic and wisecracking, but at some point it feels like the show decided that they needed to have a sokka funny, katara unfunny dichotomy. even tho sokka isn't fuckin funny, everyone groans at his jokes.

if katara doesnt make jokes like the show seems to imply, then that means what she does when she's sarcastic or whatever isn't a joke, it's something else. like idk, bitchiness, I guess.

EVE (PARADISE LOST)

1.) I recognise how insane this submission is because this was written in 1667 and so attitudes towards women were obviously very different. But misogyny has always existed, no matter the time period, and so I think it's fair to pick up on it. Although Milton somewhat avoids painting Eve as the wicked seductress, she is nevertheless presented as inherently inferior to Adam - her 'virtue' and 'passion' are supposed to be an equal counterpart to Adam's intellect but Milton's clear resentment of Eve shines through. She is vain from the beginning - enamoured with her own reflection until she meets Adam. She is Adam's subordinate and readily accepts her place in the hierarchy below him, until she meets Satan. Women seeking power and knowledge is therefore inextricably tied to the fall of mankind. Her attempt for some kind of independence away from Adam (going to tend the garden away from him) is also presented as the primary reason she succumbed to Satan because Adam is needed to protect her. Eve (the mother of all women) therefore creates the assumption that women are weak and easily misled away from men. The description of her eating the apple is very sexual - perhaps reflecting the anxieties of men at the time of being cuckolded and therefore dishonoured by their wives. She is the ultimate disobedient, dangerous wife. Her reason for sharing the forbidden knowledge with Adam, rather than keeping it for herself, is because she is worried she will face the wrath of God and be replaced with another Eve. So it is her jealousy that brings them both down. (It is all a lot more complicated than this so Eng lit people don't kill me) but yeah poor Eve.

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otakusheep15 · 1 year

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Random Headcanons I Have for Twisted Wonderland Characters

Just like the title says. These will be all over the place, and most probably won’t make sense to anyone other than me. Some of these are very cute and lighthearted, most are pretty dark, so fair warning.

Tw: underage alcohol/drug abuse and overdosing (Deuce’s part), fighting/injury (Ruggie’s part), eating disorder/purging (Azul’s part), mentions of poisoning and attempted murder (kalim’s part), suicidal thoughts/ideation (Jamil’s part), mentions of death (Lilia’s part), bullying (Sebek’s part)

Riddle is a major history nerd, and when he was little, he always enjoyed history lessons the best. Sometimes he’ll chat with Lilia since he seems to know so much about history, but sometimes Riddle is too intimidated to initiate conversation.

Trey is secretly a lot stronger than people assume he is, physically anyway. After all, he is a baker, and he’s constantly lugging around heavy bags of flour for his family’s shop. Not that he’s super buff or anything, but he definitely has some muscle on him.

Cater has a secret account that no one at NRC knows about. On this account, he posts about all of his real thoughts and feelings, like how he has a hard time making genuine connections, how horribly his sisters treat him, etc. He makes sure to stay completely anonymous, and this account is surprisingly popular despite no one knowing who the poster is.

Ace was super popular in middle school. Like, he was that one guy who was very athletic, had a ton of friends, and, obviously, had a girlfriend. He assumed that this popularity would easily transfer over to his high school life, but he was very wrong. For the first couple of weeks, everyone thought he was annoying and rude, but he eventually calmed down after a couple of complaints from his dormmates.

Deuce used to drink and smoke quite a bit in middle school. One time, it got so bad that his mom had to take him to get his stomach pumped because he overdosed. He honestly didn’t mean to, but it was a dare from one of his gang buddies, and he didn’t think it would be that bad. From that moment on, Deuce had sworn off all drugs and alcohol. He’s still not completely rehabilitated yet, and sometimes he comes close to a relapse, but his friends watch over him and make sure he’s okay.

Leona sucks at checkers. Like, he’s absolutely horrible at it. For someone so good at chess, and strategy games in general, he has never won a single game of checkers in his life. Even Cheka can beat him at this point. Only a few people know about this, namely his family and Ruggie, and he gets teased for it at least once a day.

Ruggie has rips in his ears and tail, mainly due to fighting. He’s gotten pretty used to them by now, and sometimes he even forgets that he has rips until someone points them out. None of these fights were super traumatic for him or anything, and he has no problem recounting the stories of how he get each rip. If anything, he feels like a badass whenever someone brings it up.

Jack had a small puppycrush on Vil when they were younger. It was nothing serious, and he’s gotten over it forever ago, but he did at one point. The crush probably developed when they first met. After they became friends, Jack would follow Vil around a lot, helping him out with chores, playing games with him, and helping him practice lines. Vil knows about the crush, and will sometimes tease Jack about it, even to this day.

Azul used to purge when he was younger. He thought that, as long as he at in front of people, no one would know what he did when he was alone. Eventually, Jade and Floyd found out and told his mom. Then his mom took him to the doctor. By this point, Azul had lost some serious weight, and he was pretty unhealthy. He’s better now, but he sometimes has those days where he’s tempted to start purging again, especially when people make comments about his body.

Jade will sometimes join the science club when they go hiking. For one, he’s friends with Trey and Rook (vice-housewardens unite), and he just really likes nature. He’ll also lecture some of the freshmen about various plants and what kind of concoctions can be made from them. At this point, most of the science club consider him an official member, even if he isn’t.

Floyd is banned from being a waiter at the Monstro Lounge because he once threatened someone with a knife when they complained about his service. Granted, most people thought he was in the right up until the knife was brought out. Now he’s only allowed to work in the back preparing food, and if he tries to sneak out to the front and talk to customers, Azul will dock his pay.

Kalim has never had a real, genuine friend before. There’s two main reasons for this, one being his own fault, and one being the fault of others. The first reason is that he’s afraid to get too close to anyone for fear of them being hurt. That day when Jamil was poisoned because of him still continues to haunt his nightmares, and he’d hate it if something like that happened again, so he keeps his distance. The other reason is that, everytime someone does get close to him, it’s never out of kindness. Even Jamil, the person closest to him, secretly hated him for so many years, and all of the others just tried to kill him. Now, he purposefully keeps a certain distance from others to ensure no one gets too close.

Jamil was actually really happy that one time he almost died from being poisoned. He thought that, maybe, this would show people how horrible being stuck to Kalim was for him, and he’d finally be set free. When he wasn’t, he was, naturally, upset. For a while after that, he started dreaming up ways he could purposefully put himself in danger, and possibly even get himself killed. It’s not like he wanted to die or anything; he just finally wanted people to see just how miserable he was. By the time he got to NRC, he had realized how morbid his thoughts were, and eventually got over the idea, but sometimes those thoughts come back to haunt him when he’s having a rough day.

Vil never wanted to be famous. Or, more specifically, he didn’t want the type of fame he has now. Especially as a kid, he was always stressed out, adults constantly yelled at him when he messed up a line or missed a cue, and he never really got to experience a normal childhood. There were days he wished he could just quit acting and modeling and leave it all behind for a normal life.

Rook actually hates the way his hair is cut. He preferred it when it was longer, but he doesn’t want to say anything about it because it might upset Vil. He’s considered growing it back out once he graduates. As a side note, many NRC students had a crush on him during his freshman year because they thought he looked really pretty with the long hair (and they didn’t know his personality yet).

Epel, surprisingly, likes being feminine sometimes. He enjoys wearing makeup and dressing up nice, but he’s also really insecure about it. If he acts too feminine, he thinks he’ll get bullied, so he over-exaggerates his hatred for girly things so no one makes fun of him. Also, a small part of him thinks that, if he likes girly things, he’s no longer allowed to enjoy Spelldrive or other manly things, even if he knows that’s not true.

Idia loves playing dating sims with an all male cast. For one, he’s lowkey very gay, but that isn’t the main reason why. Playing these games helps him understand what people find attractive in men, or, at least what his fellow otaku like in men. He thinks that, if he can model himself after some of these characters, maybe people will like him more. Now, he’s not nearly confident enough to do something like this in public, but online, he can act however he wants, and he does. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t, but it’s all a learning process to him.

Ortho used to love sweets back when he was alive. It’s part of the reason why Idia likes them so much now. Back then, the two would often sneak sweets when no one was looking. Currently, Idia is trying to program Ortho so that he can eat, or at least taste. That way, Ortho will be able to taste sweets again and enjoy them like he used to. Ortho doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want to rush his brother, but he is very excited, and he even has a list of sweets he’d like to eat once he finally does get the new upgrade.

Malleus falls in love very easily, but not very often. No one gets close enough for him to fall in love with, and those that are close to him (Lilia, Silver, and Sebek) are more like family to him than anything else. But in those rare moments when someone has the audacity to get close to him, he cannot help but fall for them almost instantly. In many ways, he hates this part of himself because it ruins what few relationships he’s able to build. On the other hand though, it’s such a nice feeling to fall in love, and he hopes that, one day, he’ll find someone who will feel the same for him.

Lilia hates how close he’s gotten with Silver. He hates that, one day soon, Silver is going to die, and he will have to live on without him. Genuinely, it pains him more than any battle he’s ever fought. It’s hard, but he tries not to think about it too often, instead hiding his pain with his silly-goofy nature. However, when he’s alone, that sadness overcomes him, and he’s left to deal with those thoughts. He loves Silver more than he’s ever loves anyone, and he hates that one day he’s going to have to say goodbye. But he tries so hard not to let that show because the last thing he wants is to worry Silver with his thoughts.

Silver is warm, and he gives some of the greatest hugs known to man. Many assume he’s cold because he just looks like someone who would be cold, but he’s so incredibly warm. That’s also why animals like him so much. He’s like their own personal space heater. Because of his warmth, Silver gives out amazing hugs. In general, he’s very cuddly, and the body heat he gives off just makes it that much better. Plus, he secretly loves giving hugs, even if he acts like he doesn’t.

Sebek doesn’t actually hate humans as much as he says he does. In Briar Valley, humans tend to get a bad rep. When he was younger, he moved to Briar Valley with his family. He was often bullied by fae kids because his father is a human, and he’s half-human. Due to this treatment, Sebek developed an inferiority complex, and blamed humans for his problems. If not for his human father, he wouldn’t be bullied like this. So he started acting all tough, claiming he hated humans for their weak nature. Eventually, the bullying stopped, but Sebek is too afraid to let this act go because he’s scared he’ll be bullied again.

Sorry everyone, this got much deeper than I wanted it to. I swear, I tried to make these lighthearted (and some of them are) but most became very angsty very quickly.

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