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gayerthanevertbh · 11 months

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damaged heart.

pairings: scarlett johansson x fem!reader

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summary: you saw your girlfriend kissing her husband at the red carpet, and you knew that everything was over.

request: Hey, if your requests are open, could I please request an angsty Scarlett Johansson x reader fic? Scarlett and her husband in Cannes have inspired this, especially with the video of her kissing him on the red carpet. Could you maybe write a fic where R is Scarlett’s ex and Scarlett always hid her and never showed her off so when R sees Scarlett and her new husband at Cannes being all affectionate with their PDA, R is pissed as hell! Scarlett and R meet and get into it, lots of fighting! Thank you :)

warnings: heavy angst, toxic!scarlett, manipulation, fighting, makeup sex (super brief), and just pure angst.

word count: 1.9k

author’s note: did my best to write this one! i added a little twist :) hopefully you enjoy this, anon!

You were distressed.

A video of your alleged girlfriend, Scarlett, has gone viral on the internet. She kissed her husband, John Doe, and held his hand as they walked across the carpet. At first, you assumed it was some sort of publicity stunt, nothing out of the ordinary. But you knew it was something else when you looked into Scarlett's eyes.

That was how she looked at you the first time she met you.

You jumped out of your chair and walked around the kitchen, looking for the nearest bottle of red wine. Unfortunately, you ran out of wines in your home with Scarlett because she kept drinking them. You weren't an alcoholic, and you only drank once a week, but you needed one right now. To destress.

She’ll be home in any minute, you thought. And once she’s home, you tell her that you are done with her.

After a few hours, you've packed your belongings and prepared to leave the humble abode. You looked at your bedroom with her, exhaling softly. You and she shared good times and memories that you will never forget. They were all at peace, full of love, and sincere. When you looked over to the other side of the wall, you noticed two framed photos of you and Scarlett. The memories were pleasant, but you can no longer remain anonymous.

You needed to be more than a secret; you needed to be loved in public, and not just for the people who needed it; you needed to be able to hold their hands and kiss them in public.

Which you never got from her.

Scarlett agreed to marry John because it would be good for her reputation and you didn't want to jeopardize her career. But as soon as she did, you began to feel increasingly insecure, as if you no longer mattered to her. You desired and required her, but you could never have her.

“Y/n? I’m home.”

You walked out of the bedroom and watched her drop her bag, making her way towards you as she gave you a haste kiss on the lips, holding the back of your neck. You kissed her for a while, mending your lips together as if this was going to be the last time you’ll be with her – which is something that you never thought would happen. When she pulled away, her thumb rubbed your cheek, smiling softly at you.

“I’m home,” she said. “Did you miss me?”

You nodded, smiling back but it was brief. “We need to talk, Scarlett.”

Her smile dropped as you said those words, but none of the less, she nodded in agreement.

"Of course," she said as she drew you on the couch, forcing you to sit beside her with her calloused palms on both of your hands. "What's the matter, darling? Are you okay–”

“I saw those videos online of you and your husband kissing.”

“Oh.”

Her voice deflected, and her eyes started to get darker each second she stared at you. You know she felt guilty the minute you said that, but you couldn’t hold them back – you needed your voice, you needed to be heard, and it’s not going to happen if you won’t speak up. You felt proud of yourself for a minute, feeling a little vain if that even matters, but you looked away from her eyes as you stared to the ground.

“I don’t–” you hesitated for a moment before you continued your statement. “I don’t think this is going to work out anymore, Scarlett.”

She nodded vaguely, but didn’t understand what you meant by that.

“D-Do you want us to have a break for a day? We don’t have to talk about it–”

“That’s the thing with you,” you let out a sarcastic laugh, wiping your tears away from your eyes with the palm of your hand. You sniffled, “You say we should break up but I end up going back to you, and whenever I would do that you’d hurt me.”

"It's not like I have a choice in this, Y/n," she scoffed, shaking her head. "Do you expect me to do anything about it? You knew what you were getting into, and you deliberately agreed to be with me like this. Darling, I have a job. I'm doing this so that we can live a normal life."

"We could have a normal life away from the spotlight," you say, chewing your inner left cheek. "Y-You said you'd take a year off and devote your time to me."

“You’re just jealous.”

You wanted to leave the moment she said those words.

It was your turn to scoff. “Yes, of course, I’m jealous.”

“And you shouldn’t be,” she said with a deeper voice, her tone straining. “You shouldn’t be because I love you.”

“How do I know that you love me?”

“I gave you that promise ring, didn’t I?” Scarlett said. “Wasn’t that enough? I kept you here in my home, giving all my love for you, isn’t that enough?”

“Of course, it is!” you exclaimed, standing up from the couch as you crossed your arms tightly around your stomach. “But sometimes I would want you to hold my hand in public, kiss me in public, or maybe just show a little affection to me in public! I tried my best to understand you, to be with you in any situation, but this is getting harder for me every day, Scarlett.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

You sighed loudly and shook your head. You wanted all of her, and you wanted her to want all of you - that's all you've ever wanted, for her to want you that way.

“I just want you to love me the way you love your husband.”

She laughed and stood up, pinching her nose bridge as she yelled: “You fucking think I love my husband?!”

"Yes!" you yelled, throwing your hands in the air as she stared at you blankly. “I think you’re in love with him!”

"You're fucking insane," Scarlett mumbled, shaking her head and exhaling through her nose. “I do not fucking love him, I love you!”

“How do I know that?”

“By giving you everything you want!”

“I don’t want luxurious stuff,” you scrunched your eyebrows together, knowing that this is what she meant – she thinks you want the jewelries, the rich lifestyle, and the rich actress. “I don’t want you giving me everything that I don’t need, I just want you! I want my girlfriend!”

“Y/n, I am yours!” her nose starts to flare as her face started to turn red from anger, you weren’t sure why she was upset with you. She always does this, making herself look like a victim. “And you’re mine, all mine. I want you more than you want me, I love you more than you love me. So please, can we not fight tonight? I just want to be home with you.”

"I'm not going to stay here any longer," you cut her off. She stares at you with wide eyes and obvious tears in her eyes, but you couldn't take your gaze away from those orbs. You wiped your nose while wrapping your cardigan around your waist. "I'll be returning to my sister and will be far away from you."

“You cannot be serious.”

“I am,” you whispered, turning around as you watched the empty road. “I don’t want to be with you anymore, Scarlett.”

The older woman sighed, knowing she could lose you at any moment - and she couldn't handle it.

“You're being such a child right now."

“I don't know about that one."

“Y/n,” she growled, her tone getting deeper than ever. “Stay with me.”

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“You don’t fucking mean that!” Scarlett grabs your waist as she turns you around, slamming you against the wall as you let out a choking sob. “Do not fucking cry in front of me, don’t ever do that! You’re mine, you understand me? You’re fucking mine and you will never leave me.”

“Scarlett–” you let out a trembling breath, trying to push her body away from you, but she was too strong. “Let me go, please. I just want to leave.”

Scarlett shook her head, pressing her lips against yours forcefully as she tries to insert her tongue into your mouth, holding your neck with her strong hands. You and her made out for a bit, letting your tongues grazed at one another before you could feel her spit into your mouth. She kisses you sloppily, feeling your saliva all over your chin.

She pulled away breathlessly. “Stay,” she whispers, letting out a sob. “Just stay, okay? Please stay. I love you, I’ll do everything for you. I’m just trying to protect you–”

"You're protecting yourself," you muttered, your gaze fixed on hers. Your words made her cry, but you didn't seem to mind. You just wanted to go home. “In the next 20 years, I'll always be your mistress, and I'm more than that. You never respected me. If you truly loved me, you wouldn't get into a relationship and be as controlling as you are. As if you aren't a hypocrite, Johansson. Maybe I'm the villain here, but you're the beginning of everything.”

“You’re just saying that,” she stutters, her tears falling more freely on her face. “You know that I love you and how deeply I am in love with you; why are you saying this?”

“Because you didn’t love me,” you said. "You were just enamored with the idea of having someone as your mistress, fucking them in your bed until they pass out into your arms, and then leaving them the next day like they didn't exist. That’s how you treat me, Scarlett. You treat me like some kind of fucking animal that needs to be fed, and you feed me with poison. You make me sick, you make me feel unloved by you, and every day I have to put up with that.”

“Y/n–”

“You continue to manipulate me, to dupe me into having sex with you, and then you abandon me as if I don't exist." I've been in love with you for the past two years. I didn't meet the real you until you married someone. The real Scarlett Johansson, and she is possessive as hell.”

"I love you," she exclaimed as she cupped your face tightly in her hands. “I love you! Stop this, stop hurting me…”

“Let me go before I let everyone know that you have a mistress in your house.”

"You're not a mistress to me," she said, greedily kissing your lips. "You're more than that, you're my girlfriend, the love of my life. Everything I do is for you, I’m trying to protect you and to protect us! All I ever did was to protect you, and it seems like you’re ignorant of it," she mumbled into your wet mouth.

“You neglected me for a long time, especially with my feelings. Whenever I’d bring up how I feel when we are in public, you’d start to walk away from the conversation. I’m tired of this cycle, I can’t do this anymore! Please, just let me go. Please?”

Scarlett made love to you that night. She spends the entire time kissing your body, worshipping you as she fucks you into her mattress, begging for you not to leave her. You were almost convinced by her words, but at the end of the day you needed to go and be free.

And to be loved properly.

So that’s what you did the next morning, you left her alone in her bed.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 5 months

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Hey, I love ur writing so much!! Idk if ur interested in continuation requestions but if you are I'd love to see a continuation of the insomniac hero/villain with sleep powers? Maybe the sleep powers take effect immediately so villain makes sure hero is all ready and comfy in bed first? Maybe villain is still there when hero wakes up? Idk just some thoughts! The first part was so beautifully written it's really stuck in my brain

pt. 1

"Lay down," the villain said. They had been right with their secret assumption - the hero had barely eaten anything either. They had made a quick dinner and had helped them get ready for bed.

It wasn't like they cared. Obviously that wasn't the case. They did this because their sidekicks were friends...

"You're pretty patient with me," the hero said. They took their shirt off and the villain's face turned red. Immediately, they looked at the floor, trying not to be embarrassed. "I appreciate that."

"Well- It's...sleep is important." The villain gathered their thoughts. They weren't sixteen anymore. They couldn't possibly blush because of a shirtless hero.

"I think I need to get my ass kicked every once in a while. Not in the literal sense. I mean, sometimes I think I need someone to tell me what to do. To grab my shoulders and shake me until I realise that I'm wrong."

"You're stubborn, that's alright." I can deal with stubborn. The villain cleared their throat and allowed themselves to look at the hero again.

"I probably would have looked through those files until morning." The hero laughed and the villain could feel a weird twist in their chest. It twisted further and further, the more they looked at the hero. "Can you forget how to rest? Is that a thing?"

They let themselves sink into their bed and the villain finally found the courage to approach them.

"I think you can forget to take care of yourself. Especially when you put everyone else's needs above your own."

"I am a hero, that's what I do. It's my destiny. I was born to do this..."

"You weren't born to destroy yourself." The villain sat down on the bed. "Now stop stalling."

The hero smirked sleepily.

"You do care," they said and the villain wasn't sure if they could fight these allegations any longer.

"You talk to much." They tugged the hero into bed and suddenly, that overwhelming feeling of being embarrassed came over them again. If I could, they thought, if I could put my life into their hands, I would.

The hero's dedication was something they admired and yet they felt jealousy rise in their throat. They wanted that dedication, too. They wanted the hero to put as much time into their fights as they put time into working for the city. But they also knew they couldn't force the hero.

"Time for bed," they said. They summoned their powers but before they could make the hero fall asleep, their enemy grabbed the villain's hand.

"Please stay if you can," they whispered. "You don't have to but...if you want to, please...I think you're the only one I'd allow to help me."

And then the answer came quite softly, "Of course."

The villain stayed until the hero woke up. In total, the hero slept for eleven hours.

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blehbet · 14 days

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Firefly and Sam / the Past and the Present

Hi. Let's take ibuprofen together. And by 'let's take ibuprofen together', I mean that I have a theory and I am tying you down so that I can rant to you about it.

(Unless you don't want to see spoilers so MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HSR 2.1 AHEAD, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!)

Okay, so. Firefly. It's revealed that Firefly is Sam at the end of the quest.

This theory posits that that is very much the case HOWEVER, it is not Firefly wearing a mech suit like some have speculated. Instead, Sam -- *Sam's body* -- his entire mechanical make, IS Firefly.

From story implications, it's alleged that Sam is a "remnant of Glamoth's Iron Calvary". According to Firmament Frontline: Glamoth's relic set, Glamoth's Iron Cavalry are "genetically engineered warriors that possess superhuman abilities" who fought against the Swarm.

"In their short lives..." No wonder her name is Firefly...

That aside, this leads me to believe that these so-called warriors did not start out as robots, but were instead manufactured by way of the disease that Firefly suffers from.

Entropy Loss Syndrome.

I want to emphasise the use of *reality* and *dreams* in this context for my next point. The distinction (or lack thereof) between reality and dreams is fundamental to how the Iron Calvary works. The cavalry was telepathically connected to "Titania", their empress. And according to the Relic Set, these warriors are "woven into dreams." This leads me further on to believe that in order to be woven into dreams, their physical forms have to slowly fade to then occupy and be turned into a mechanical suit that was ultimately built to serve its ruler, and protect its people from the Swarm.

So how does Firefly appear as she does in the Dreamscape?

I think it's Sam simply dreaming and wishing for the form that they once had. In reality, Firefly has either disappeared entirely OR her body's consciousness has completely detached itself to then occupy the mech.

This is further supported by her leaked lightcone image. It doesn't depict her occupying Sam, instead, she's in some kind of shattered vat (the 'icy medical cabin', if you will). A visual metaphor for the shattering of dreams and reality, perhaps?

So, TLDR so far: Firefly is Sam. Firefly was a citizen of Glamoth that was turned into a member of the Iron Calvary by way of Entropy Loss Syndrome in an effort to fight back against the Swarm. In the current reality, there's only Sam; Firefly as we see her in the Dreamscape no longer exists. Sam is dreaming of their old 'human' body whenever they enter the Dreamscape.

Now, at this point, you're probably thinking that I'm contradicting myself here by brushing over the 'icy medical cabin' possibility. Right now with what we know so far, it's only feasible either Firefly no longer physically exists OR she does, but she's trapped. But, stick with me, I'm going to explain how it's possible that both outcomes can 'co-exist'.

In Act 1 of the quest, it seemed like Sam and Firefly were in conflict with each other at one point. At first, I thought this was also evidence that goes against this theory. However -- this opens up an interesting possibility as to how these two interact in the Dreamscape. Firefly acts as the younger and possibly more idealistic version of Sam who brashly charges forth to achieve her goals, meanwhile Sam is Sam, the Stellaron Hunter and seasoned warrior with more experience under his belt.

Now, who runs in parallel to this possible narrative? Who have we, as players, *directly seen* go through an eerily similar Dreamscape experience?

From Aventurine's POV, we actively got to see this process of a person's Past and Present interacting in the Dreamscape.

Meanwhile with Firefly, we only saw glimpses of the process in Act 1 and the results of it in Act 2. It's possible that at the end of Act 2, the Past and Present of Firefly / Sam had come to accept each other and were now ready to confront the Trailblazer, much like how Aventurine had to accept his Past and Future in order to go through with his big gamble at the end of his arc.

So, back to the 'icy medical cabin' contradiction. The Firefly that has manifested in the Dreamscape is a Past version of Sam that was in the process of being turned into a Iron Calvary soldier.

Kakavasha's behaviour supports this notion too, given how he reacts to the Dreamscape in ways that would make sense to him in his current state of mind at the time of being a child.

This possibility also has the potential to explain a lot of what Sam was talking about here...

Is it also possible that these "11 times" he's referring to was Sam's attempts to save his Past self from 'dying' in the Dreamscape? Living vicariously through her, only to find out she was fated to be destroyed from the very beginning?

Another fun bonus! Doesn't help either that both Aventurine and Firefly have experienced 'Death' in the Dreamscape. It's as if the Dreamscape is allowing those who die in its grasp a final glimpse of their life.

"Life is flashing before their eyes" when they "Die" in the Dreamscape.

Anyways. Firefly transmasc canon is also what I'm trying to say YIPPEEE THANKS FOR READING IF YOU'VE COME THIS FAR, MWAH

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tkaulitzlvr · 8 months

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IF YOU WALK AWAY - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom has finally brought you to your breaking point, but once he makes a proposition that changes your relationship forever, will you be able to go through with leaving him?

content: angst

a/n: i hope you enjoy!!

"why can't you just listen to me tom, for once? i don't like them flirting with you, and i certainly don't like you fucking entertaining it, whilst i'm right next to you!" i shout across the room, palms flush against the counter, my breathing heavy as i become more and more frustrated.

this argument had been going on for at least a half hour now. tom had been doing an interview with tokio hotel, and as usual i came along, watching from the sidelines. each interview comes with signing the autographs of crazy fangirls, which i always dreaded. it wasn't tom that i didn't trust - it was them. but today, i came to the realisation that my doubts should’ve been placed on him way sooner. the way he had his hand on her shoulder, then flirted back with another girl, then had his eyes glued to another's cleavage, made me feel completely invisible. but, much to my surprise, he couldn't seem to understand where my anger was coming from, leading us to this point.

"they are my fans! what do you want me to do? you're acting like i'm cheating on you!" he shoots back, shaking his head and sighing heavily.

my mouth drops open at his cluelessness. "you can't be serious tom. i want you to have some respect for your girlfriend! is that so much to ask? and honestly, it wouldn't fucking surprise me if you had slept with someone else.” i fire back.

he pauses, a look of hurt washing over his face as he processes the allegation i have just made. "you really think that i'd cheat on you? do you not trust me at all?" he asks, clenching his jaw. whilst that was a strong accusation to make, the things i saw today made the thought no longer seem so crazy.

"what else am i supposed to think? the way you look at them, basically eye-fucking them, whilst i stand next to you. do you know how humiliating that is for me tom? do you have any fucking idea?"

"can you stop overreacting jesus christ?" he raises his voice, throwing his arms into the air. "i don't know how many fucking times we will go through this, i'm with you not them. why do you let the smallest fucking things bother you? i'm tired of having this conversation with you when you blow literally everything way out of proportion."

“you really don’t get it, do you?” i scoff, clenching my jaw as any patience i had is now lost.

“if i had given you a reason to act like this then yeah, i would! but you’re acting out over me interacting with fans! do you realise how ridiculous you sound?” he responds, moving closer towards me, testing the waters as to whether i will blow up further at him attempting to near our proximity, or allow him to touch me.

“so flirting with other girls is just a daily interaction, huh? something you do so nonchalantly it doesn’t even cross your fucking mind, until i call you out and you act like i’m some crazy, controlling girlfriend who can’t handle you speaking to other girls? i won’t have you turn this shit around on me tom, you’re the one that’s fucked up here!” i yell, pointing at his chest and hitting it slightly, my breathing heavy as i anticipate his response.

he sighs, accepting the small hit and looking into my eyes, his still angry, but he doesn’t fire back. instead, he takes a deep breath before sternly speaking, his voice harsh yet composed. “look, can you just calm down? i need to cool off, we can talk about this when you’ve stopped acting so irrational.” he slowly replies, turning around and beginning to walk towards the couch.

"irrational? fuck you tom. you know what, if you want to flirt with them, i'm not gonna stop you. i'm not gonna fight for you anymore. go ahead and sleep with them. do whatever, i'm done." i shout, walking to our shared bedroom and angrily grabbing a suitcase before he can respond, throwing my clothes in there, his footsteps soon following.

"what? no, are you crazy? baby stop, you're not thinking straight. i'm sorry okay?" he pleads, placing his hand on my shoulder and attempting to pull me into a hug.

"get off of me!" i say, tearing myself out of his grasp and continuing to pack everything i can find into my suitcase. whilst i would love to accept his embrace, melting into it as i usually would after an argument, i can't this time.

"stop, please. can we just...talk about this? don't leave me, i love you-"

"no you don't tom! if you loved me, you wouldn't flirt with people right in front of me, and you'd understand when i confront you about it! look just, don't make this any harder than it has to be." i interrupt, my voice trailing off as tears begin to cloud my vision, threatening to spill out at any second. i zip up the suitcase, biting my tongue to stop my emotions getting the better of me, and turn towards the door.

"fuck- can you just... slow down, please? i can't lose you my love. i won't be anything without you." his voice is becoming shaky now as he stands in front of the doorway of our bedroom, blocking my way.

"tom move. it's over." i say bluntly, tears rolling down my cheeks as i tightly clutch the suitcase.

"no! no. i'm not giving up on us." he shakes his head, not moving and instead staring into my eyes pleadingly, searching for any hint that i am changing my mind.

"you're making this so much more difficult." i whisper, unable to control the tears as they roll down my cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

"what because i want to fix this? why are you giving up so easily, you know that we can move past this, but you're not even gonna fucking try? this is such bullshit and you know it." he replies, his voice wavering. he is becoming angry, losing his ability to talk calmly as 2 adults would, his hopeless begging now turning into bursts of unanticipated rage.

“you didn’t care this much 5 minutes ago. why now? just get out of my way.” i demand, becoming tired of his desperate pleas to stop me. my mind is made, and though i wish things were different, i know that i can’t let him win.

shaking my head, i manage to push past him, bolting for the door. my hand hesitantly reaches the handle, about to turn it, before his voice stops me in my tracks.

"if you walk out that door," he begins, as i turn to face him. his eyes are glossy, eyebrows furrowed. he pauses, almost debating on speaking his mind. he takes a deep breath, before continuing. "then i don't want to see you again."

my stomach turns, feeling as if i have been punched in the gut, because those words have the same impact. my mouth opens to say something, but i cannot find the right words. instead, i stand there stunned, my hand still fixed on the door handle. tom looks at me in a way that i have never seen before, his lips pursed together as he blinks slowly, tears falling down his soft skin once he reopens his eyes.

"you don't mean that." i reply, my voice coming out as a whisper. i hope that he is bluffing, that he is saying those words just to get me to stay, somewhere in my mind convincing me that he would never leave me - for good. however the way his gaze refuses to falter, his beautiful eyes staring into mine, tells me that he is telling the truth.

"if you leave, then i can't see you again." he re-iterates, his voice breaking. his mind is working against his heart, he knows that he cannot live without me, but is willing to say literally anything to make me stay, no matter how irrational.

"fuck." i mutter, moving my hand away from the handle and instead roughly slamming it against the door. my eyes squeeze shut, lips quivering as i shake my head, sliding down the door until my body collapses there, sobbing as i cannot bring myself to leave, no matter how hard i try. the idea of never seeing him again makes my heart ache, the possibility of it becoming a reality terrifying me so much that i cannot even think of walking away anymore.

"why do i have to love you so much? it makes this shit so much harder." i ask, looking upwards as my eyes meet with his. i am angry, confused, sad, every emotion courses through my mind, but most of all, i am in love. it is the thing that makes me act so crazy, that makes me lose all my morals. but i would lose everything all over again if it meant that i could be with tom.

his face softens as he slowly approaches me, sitting down beside me and grabbing my face in his hands, holding it so gently as if it could break. slowly, he begins kissing the tears from my face, one by one, not letting anymore fall as his lips touch my cheeks repeatedly, replacing the bitterness with his warm kiss, until they are no longer falling.

"i love you." is all he says, caressing my cheek with his thumb, staring into my eyes lovingly, his still bloodshot from the tears he shed.

"my heart hurts." i begin, placing my hands over his. "but i'll never be able to stop it from loving you."

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808airsoftbros · 22 days

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Fight for Survival (Soojin)

Author: I wanna write this story to help shine the light on the dark side of the Kpop idol industry. Hate me if you want for writing this but this is how I feel. If you want to see more of my stories check out my Masterlist. Original Credit Idea: ShunterProductions

Author's POV

It was late October 2021, and the (G) I-DLE members were returning to their dorm after a long day of practice and running errands. Soojin especially was quite anxious and Soyeon being the leader took notice.

"Soojin, are you okay? You are normally not this gloomy," Soyeon checked on her and she sighed.

"R-rumors have been spreading about me..." Soojin muttered and Soyeon raised an eyebrow wondering what she meant.

"What are they about?" She asked her and she gulped.

Before Soojin could answer her question, the driver got back to the dormitory, the girls walked to their dorm room only to find the CEO of Cube waiting for them.

The girls were surprise at this unexpected visit from their boss and it didn't help that he had a rather stern and serious look on his face.

"Now, you ladies must be wondering why I am here, well, recently, we've been hearing whispers and claims of heinous acts of bullying committed by no other than Seo Soojin herself," The man explained and the girls eyes widened in debelief.

The girls immediately protested and tried defending their dear member but it was no use as the man showed pictures and concrete evidence proving that Soojin was a bully.

Soojin looked down in shame and couldn't mutter a word, the girls were still rather shocked about the news.

"For now, we will investigate more into this and I assure you the situation is under control and we will clear this up as soon as possible. Until then, have a goodnight," The CEO announced and left the dormitory along with his secretary and security.

The girls were silent that night, nobody dared spoke a word to one another, besides, there was not much they can do about the rumors.

Next morning, the situation only got worse and it was starting to get out of hand when more and more hate comments spewed towards themselves and Soojin.

It was when the girls were practicing for their upcoming comeback until they were disrupted and were forced to pause when a Cube security guard came and instructed Soojin to come with him.

Soojin was now dreading her fate and the members could only guess what was coming next and it wouldn't be any good for sure. Soojin followed the guard all the way to Cube's office.

What will happen then would seal Soojin's fate...

"I'm sorry Ms. Soojin, the situation has gotten much worse than we anticipated... I see no other choice but to terminate your contract for good. I hope you understand where we are coming from," The CEO of Cube informed her and she felt her world shatter before her.

"Y-yes sir, thank you for trying..." Soojin muttered and he slowly nodded.

Soojin signed the agreement to terminate the contract thus no longer a member of (G) I-DLE and the news quickly spread to the girls who were devastated of this decision.

Soyeon was hit harder than the rest being the leader, she was meant to mentor and protect them but this was out of her reach and all she could do was watch it all unfold.

Soojin packed up all of her things from her room, with one last heartfelt goodbye and she left the dorm for the last time...

Months passed since then, and the whole allegations would soon prove that the victim had been making it all up and would suffer much backlash from netizens but none of that would be her fate now. Not where she is...

Soojin had been under hiding at her friend's house, keeping a low profile and she hardly left her room nor the house which causes concern for her dear friend.

Eventually, the whole incident and Soojin was left forgotten as time went on but she never forget the day where she was kicked out of her group.

One cold and foggy night, Soojin finds herself sitting out in the park thinking back on her times with her members and all the fond memories they have made.

"Maybe it can't end like this right...?" She thought to herself.

"Oh, who am I kidding? There's no hope... Everyone has forgotten me and perhaps that's a good thing... Right?" She said to herself and sighed.

Suddenly the air grew colder and the fog whirled around her, she thought she could hear someone's footsteps approaching her but the fog was too thick for her to see anything.

Soojin then spots a feminine figure approaching her, the woman looked rather young maybe around in her early 20s or so, and she had short hair, and she was dressed in a retro outfit that 3rd-generation idols would wear in MVs.

The woman stared down at Soojin coldly with a frown almost as if she was disappointed in her and Soojin scared and nervous looked at her with fright.

"W-who are you?" Soojin asked trembling in fear.

"I am the spirit of Idol's past, I have come to show you the error of your ways," The spirit spoke.

"T-the error of my ways?" She nervously asked.

"Yes! You were once a proud idol, but when the allegations began to fall you didn't do anything to hold your ground! You surrendered to those who were dragging you down and now look at you! One of the many idols that people forget about. You should've kept pushing forward even if all the odds were against you! " The spirit sternly said and Soojin looked down in shame and regret.

"Y-your right, I should've fought for my place... I don't know what to do anymore... I lost everything... My hopes... And my dreams... Gone in the winds," Soojin cried and muttered.

The spirit seeing Soojin in despair of her mistakes, her expression softened and placed her hand on her shoulder and gently grabbed her chin raising it up for Soojin to face her.

"But not all is lost, you still have a chance to escape the fate of many others who have come before you, you must shine the light and lead the way, inspire others to show them what it means to fight for survival!" The spirit explained and she disappeared into the fog leaving Soojin with a heavy breath.

Soojin got back on her feet, she sniffed and wiped the tears off her face feeling more determined and motivated than ever in her life for the first time since she first debuted.

After that night, Soojin with all her might made her goal to fulfill her promise to the spirit but she rather grew curious of the spirit's true identity.

That morning, a scout from an entertainment company approached her and invited her to an audition to become an idol. Soojin immediately knew what to do and saw this as her final chance to make things right.

She accepted the invitation to BRD Communications and she successfully passed the audition thanks to her hard work and practice.

The judges were pleased with her performance and immediately offered her a place within their label and Soojin accepts the offer.

It may not be a big company like Cube or YG but at least it's a start to something bigger than herself and a place in the idol industry.

Her debut took off and Soojin who thought everyone forgot about her was proven wrong as many Neverlands and stans returned and showered her with praise.

Soojin never felt more happier and proud in her life, despite the darkest times, she got back up and kept pushing forward just as she promised.

Eventually, Soojin would soon learn the identity of the spirit she encountered that fateful night... It was none other than Ahn Sojin, a trainee of five years who was one of the many unfortunate that never debuted.

Sadly, she took her own life, Soojin felt sad about the news of the poor trainee and her spirit, but at least she fulfilled her promise and she felt Sojin smiling upon her.

One day, Soojin would come to visit her grave and organize a beautiful batch of flowers and place it in the flower pot on the grave stone.

"Thank you, for showing me the way... If it weren't for you, I'd be lost, and I hope you are proud of me, may you rest in peace," Soojin spoke as she adjusted the flowers.

She stepped back with one final look and walked back to her car as Sojin watched her from the distance with a warm smile.

"Your welcome, my dear..." She spoke and vanished into the winds.

Even though Soojin never saw or heard from her spirit again there had been claims from idols interacting with the spirit of Sojin.

She may be gone physically but she will still be with us in spirit and many say she is a "Grigori" and watches over those who are in need.

#kpop #kpop idol #kpop gg #gidle #gidle soojin #seo soojin #soojin #tribute story #never forget #sojin #ahn sojin

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Clan of Three - Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen: The Pirate

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 6.8K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments, Din being a protective father, romance (woah shocking)

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The silence of the alleged Mandalorian covert greeted New Republic, Captain Carson Teva. After failing at gaining the New Republic's help from the distress call sent by Greef Karga and the people of Nevarro. Teva knew the next best place to gain help. You were all inside the covert on a relatively normal day, with no foundlings getting kidnapped, and no fighting between other Mandalorians and yourself. Following Ragnar’s rescue you seemed to be on the better side of most of the covert few though taking longer to find a liking. Grogu rests in your lap as R4 spun around in circles making happy beeps and producing giggles from the child as Bo-Katan and Din stood above you to speak to one another. A faint smile graces your face seeing the happiness in the child when a presence you didn’t recognize covers over you. You freeze your head snapping towards the direction of the covert entrance, both of the adults notice your sudden movements as Grogu coos up at you concerned.

“What’s wrong kid?” Din asks gaining the attention of some of the other Mandalorians,

“Someone’s here.”

Captain Teva exits his starfighter slowly walking towards the direction of the entrance of a cave as he holds his hands up calling out, “Captain Carson Teva, Adelphi Rangers. I have a time-pressing matter to attend to.” Appearing from the entrance Mandalorians are all armed as Paz Vizsla calls out to the Captain,

“Clear out, Blue Boy. The New Republic isn’t welcome here.” The Mandalorians on the ridge have their weapons aimed at the others at the covert entrance as the Captain keeps his arms raised, “Sorry for dropping in unannounced, but if I’d given a warning, your settlement would’ve cleared out before I ever hit the atmosphere.” He says and appearing from the crowd the silver beskar Mandalorian that he knows, followed close behind the young girl with the X-Wing. You stand slightly behind Din as he looks over Teva,

“How did you manage to find us? Mandalorians pride themselves on our secrecy.” Din says and Teva nods behind you all, “Fortunately, someone I served with in the Rebellion is amongst your ranks,” You glance behind seeing R5 beep beside R4,

“Thanks, R5.”

“The entire covert will now have to relocate.” Din explains, “Or we could kill him. Stay right here.” Vizsla comments and Din shakes his head.

“This man cut me a break once and now I’m returning the favor. Clear out, Blue.” Din responds ushering for him to leave, “Greef Karga sent this holomessage,” His hand moves to his belt and all your weapons raise aimed at the Captain your hand resting on your saber. Teva raises his hand before slowly pulling out the holomessage, “Nevarro is under siege by pirates. He’s asking for help.”

Din moves forward and you can hear pieces of their conversation as you wait for Din’s decision, “They’re about to blow Nevarro to hell.” “We don’t even have ships,” Din responds and Teva crosses his arms.

“Coruscant doesn’t care….You won’t let him die…-that the Empire is growing again.”

“-has something to do with it?” You hear Din and you see Teva shrug, “...something doesn’t smell right. Look, it’s not your fight….your friend is in danger and I thought you should know.” The man tosses the holomessage to Din as you and Bo-Katan come towards his side.

“I know you’ll relocate anyway, but you have my word, I will not reveal your location,” He heads toward his X-Wing before gazing back, “Just a warning the New Republic got their eyes out for a princess that is both Jedi and Mandalorian. Thought you might want to know in case you’re ever in New Republic territory. Sorry to intrude.” He warns you and you nod in thanks as you watch Teva leave in his X-Wing.

“So, what are you thinking?” You ask glancing at Din as he looks at the message Greef had sent, “He’s right. I gotta help the guy.” Din says worried for the old friend of Nevarro.

“You can’t do it alone.” Bo-Katan reminds him as you three return to the covert

Inside the covert cave all the members of the covert sit or stand before him. The large fire illuminates the room as he holds the Armorer’s hammer speaking to you all. You stand between Kaz and R4 as Din gives his speech, “Now, many of you don’t know Greef Karga. And those that do, fought against him when you rescued me from his ambush many cycles ago on the streets of Nevarro. Since then, he’s had a change of heart and has risked his life to save mine as well as the foundlings in my charge,” The crowd murmurs as Din tries to get them to side with him. “I stand before you to petition an intervention. To help rescue Nevarro before it’s too late. I am in no position to ask any more of you. However…” The crowd only grows louder in disagreement and Din speaks up.

“However, the enemy that decimated this very covert were Imperials, not Greef Karga’s bounty hunters. Greef Karga is now a High Magistrate and has offered me a tract of land on his independent world. Perhaps it is time for us to live in the light once again on a planet where we are welcome. So our culture may flourish and our children can feel what it is to play in the sunlight.” Din finishes his speech and returns the hammer to the Armorer as he sits beside Bo-Katan and Grogu.

“Does anyone else wish to speak?” The Armorer calls out and you lean to Kaz, “What happens now?” “It’s up to them now.” He whispers and you see Paz Vizsla stand up.

“I do.” You curse slightly under your breath ready for him to turn your potential allies against you. You knew that you, Bo-Katan, and Din could do some damage but you weren’t enough to take down all of Gorian Shard’s pirates. “I was there on Nevarro that night. I fought against Greef Karga and his hunters. I saw my brothers and sisters fall at the hands of the Imperial butchers that hunted us in the sewers. I saw many die to save the life of this tiny foundling and this jedi.” He points the hammer at Grogu and then toward you and you stiffen under his gaze before he turns toward his brothers and sisters

“And now we are asked to sacrifice yet again. The question we should be asking ourselves is, ‘Why? Why should we lay our lives down yet again?’ Because we are Mandalorians. I have had my disagreements with this man, but he risked his life to save my son. And Y/n Kryze did not give up on my child’s life even when the rest of us did. These two are asking us to take up arms in the name of a brighter future, and I for one will take up arms to fight by their side.” The crowd makes nods of agreement and you feel the boy’s hand slide into yours squeezing it as you look up at him.

“This is the Way.” He says and the covert chants the words back, “This is the Way.”

The Armorer looks around before repeating the words, “This is the Way.”

Outside Bo-Katan stands outside her ship a group of Mandalorians briefing them, “This is a Kom’rk Class fighter transport. I’ll use this to drop you in and you will operate as a tight military unit. Din Djarin and myself will reinforce from above. If everyone acts as they should, we can use the element of surprise and defeat an enemy that outnumbers us.” She explains as the group of fighters gets prepared boarding Bo-Katan’s ship while you situate R4 into the X-Wing you glance back seeing Din coming over to you.

“I want you to find Karga, and make sure the people of Nevarro are alright.” He says and you give him a look. “You want me away from the fight?” You chuckle before shaking your head, “Din I’m not a child I can handle a fight, you have people on the ground, you and Bo-Katan providing air support, and you have no person going after Gorian Shard.” You shove another bag into the compartment closing it.

“So I’m going to be that person.” You turn back to Din as he shakes his head. “Gorian Shard is a feared Pirate King it’s too dangerous for you.”

“I’ve fought Imps, bounty hunters, a kriffing Krayt Dragon for Maker’s sake I think I can handle pirates.” You say before moving towards the older man you can sense his fear and you grab his hand. “I’m going to be fine I promise.” You say and Din’s gaze is focused on your joined hands as you squeeze them in reassurance.

“You're getting too old too fast,” He comments and you laugh slightly, “I know you’re not that little girl from Tatooine...I just want you to be safe for my sake.” You smile softly wrapping your arms around his neck as the cold beskar presses against your skin, “Cuyir morut'yc ner ad.” (be safe my daughter) He whispers holding you tight not wanting to let you go.

“Ni ratiin cuy'.” (I always am) You reassure him as he pulls back fixing your hair and checking over you one last time before nodding and stepping back. “You pull back if anything goes wrong.” He orders and you nod.

“I will,” You say, “Besides I won’t be alone.” You comment before he can question he notices the copper and white Mandalorian appearing from behind you, “We ready?”

“Yep!” You say pulling away from Din as you move to the X-Wing checking over R4. Kaz goes to join your side when a harsh grip, tougher and stronger than beskar grips his bicep.

“If anything and I mean anything happens to her. You will experience pain worse than death itself. Are we clear?” Din grits producing an intimidating presence to the much younger Mandalorian who nods sharply. He knew Din Djarin was a feared bounty hunter and he had only gotten a glimpse of what he could truly do. He heard the stories of him taking down Moff Gideon’s enter light cruiser to rescue that young girl and the infant. Din lets go of Kaz’s arm before he retreats to his ship.

“You coming?” You call out to the Mandalorian who nods reaching your ship, “Alright in.” You gesture to the pilot’s seat as he climbs in before looking around for where you would be going.

“Wait it’s only one seat, were are you going-” He doesn’t get to finish as you climb in resting on his lap and he freezes. It was a tight fit but you managed, you glance slightly at your limited space seeing him still as a statue, “You good?” You ask in a teasing tone and that snaps him out of his silence as he nods.

“Y-Yep!” His voice slightly cracks beneath the beskar as you start up the X-Wing while he settles in the seat more relaxed his nervousness is replaced with awe being inside the X-Wing. Soon the three ships depart from the covert heading towards Nevarro to rescue the city.

“Pirate King Gorian Shard is captaining a Cumulus Class Corsair carrying a complement of snubfighters. It has aerial bombardment capabilities. The N1 will distract the Corsair and her snubfighters as we drop in to liberate the planet below,” Bo-Katan’s voice comes through your comms as you travel through hyperspace, “Nevarro is an independent planet and no longer under remnant Imperial or New Republic protection. But it’s that very independence that makes it appealing for you to settle. You lived there once, hiding in the sewers. But now, you can be heroes.”

On the pirate-infested planet Nevarro, pirates pillage the city from the ground and suddenly see a starfighter fly past them. On Gorian Shard’s ship, they see on their enemy proximity warning indicator a blip appears drawing closer to the Corsair “Captain, there’s a starfighter off our port bow.” Suddenly attacked the ship rattles as the N-1 containing Din Djarin flies past them taking down the gun turrets, “Ah! It’s the Mandalorian. Man, the gunwales...launch the snubfighters. Follow him!” Shard bellows as the snubfighters as sent after the Mandalorian.

“Bold of you to return, Mandalorian. Blast that ship!” The Nikito Vane calls out to the Mandalorian as the dogfight between the Mandalorian and the multiple ships chase after him. Far off in the distance watching the sudden rescue attempt Greef Karga sees the familiar ship. “Thanks for your help, Mando.” Greef’s voice comes through Din’s comms as he dodges another ship.

“I decided to take you up on your offer for a tract of land,” Din says and Greef can see Din avoiding the fighters, “Be careful, my friend. They’ve got you outnumbered ten to one.” As one of the snubfighters chases after Din pulling back as another head towards him the two crash into each other in a fiery explosion.

“I like those odds,” Din says a smirk underneath the beskar, the child in his lap cooing from the thrill of the battle. Greef chuckles glad for the rescue, “I bet you do.”

“The Corsair’s on me. The coast is clear.” Din’s voice comes through your comms, and both yours and Bo-Katan’s ship split up. “Alright R4, take over for me.” You say as the droid begins controlling the ship as you open up the canopy the wind rushes through your hair as you climb out of the cockpit standing on the wings and you can sense the shock coming from the copper and white Mandalorian.

“What are you doing?!” He yells over the wind as R4 brings the ship to a hover far above the clouds, “Those gun turrets are still active if we try getting any closer we’ll be blown up before we can dock. So we’re going to jump.”

“Jump?!” He yells thinking you were insane, “Yes jump! We’re too small to be picked up on the sensors when we land, by the time they do notice us we’ll already be on the ship! So get up and get ready to jump!” You yell as he curses in Mando’a before climbing up and joining you on the wing as R4 closes the canopy. The wind rushes through your hair, whipping your cloak around the same as Kaz’s cape.

“Alright on my signal we jump!” You yell and you can sense the fear and stupidity of all of this, “You’re crazy you know that, mesh’la?” He yells back and you give him a cocky grin.

“I know!” You smile and R4 beeps letting you know we’re in the right position. “Alright let’s go!”

“Are you sure we can’t fly clos-Maker!” He tries turning back on the idea but quickly follows after seeing you fully send it off the ship freefalling. The wind is in your face as you fall through the clouds before you spot the ship below you. You thank the Force for cushioning your fall landing on the top of the cruiser Kaz slows his fall with his jetpack his blasters ready as you pull out your saber.

“Cover me!” You say before beginning to carve a hole into the roof of the ship, the metal falls through, “Come on!” You yell before jumping into the hole the Mandalorian follows after you both of you on the ship.

“Kaz and I are on the ship heading to Shard.” You comment as you make your way through the halls of the ship.

“Din, what’s your position?” Bo-Katan calls finishing releasing the Mandalorians over the city, “I’m over the flats with snubfighters in pursuit. You’re clear to start your run.” Din responds and Bo-Katan heads for the Corsair, with the ship, distracted the Gauntlet targets one of the engines taking it out as the ship shakes.

“There’s another ship, Captain. A Kom’rk Class fighter transport.” His second in command says as Shard looks over the damage, “They took out an engine.”

“Tell Vane and the fighters to reform for a counterattack.” Shard commands, “They’re pursuing the Mandalorian.” The second explains and Shard slams his fist on his throne,

“Then bring them back!”

An alarm blares through the ship as Shard growls, “What now?”

“Captain we’ve been breached by two enemies aboard the ship making their way to the deck.” His second explains.

“Who dares board my ship!” Shard yells wanting the two dead as one of his crew pulls up the security footage. “It’s a…Mandalorian? And a Jedi!” His second says as he watches a young girl wielding a saber taking down members of his crew the armored man providing cover.

“Kill them now!”

Making your way through a hall turning the corner barely avoiding a blaster bolt but Kaz pulls you back as it flies past your head. “Cover me!” He says before turning the corner as you follow behind deflecting bolts as he fires at the pirates taking them down. One grabs Kaz with a large knife in his hand shoving him against a wall but he’s suddenly thrown across the room and knocked unconscious when he hits the wall. Kaz looks over as you lower your hand joining his side, “Are you alright?” You ask and he nods and the ship shakes and you grab one another to stabilize yourselves.

The alarms blare loudly over your heads, “They must have taken down another engine,” Kaz says.

“We’re close to the bridge, let’s keep going!” You say the both of you make it around the corner coming into more pirates the two of you are thrown into the throngs of battle.

“Another engine is down, and shields are failing. There’s only one snubfighter left, Captain.” His second says, “The Jedi and Mandalorian are approaching the bridge rapidly.” The transmission comes in through from the last snubfighter,

“It’s been a pleasure serving you, Captain, but it’s time to part ways.” Vane says quickly retreating away abandoning the pirate crew as Shard growls out, “Vane, you coward.” The alarms blared loudly the ship shaking from the attack,

“Sir, we’re down to our last engine,” The electricity of the ship failed with the immense damage, “We have to retreat.” Gorian Shard takes over the wheel shoving his second aside and yelling at his dwindling crew,

“In a puffer pig’s eye. Open fire below!” His order goes through right as the blast doors burst open revealing the Jedi and the Mandalorian. “Kill them!” Shard yells at his crew. You deflect blaster fire as Kaz provides cover as you take down Shard’s remaining crew leaving himself and his second.

“It’s over Shard.” You comment holding your saber aimed at him as he and his second stand side by side. He stood tall glaring at the two of you his green vines of skin and beard. His mouth curls into a snarl, “A Jedi and a Mandalorian…I was certain you both were all killed off.” You glare at him.

“Call off the attack and we’ll consider sparing your lives.” Kaz threatens as Shard cackles, “I’d rather die.”

“Kid get off that ship now!” You hear Din’s voice coming through your commlink as you hear the ship get fired at, loud explosions jostle the ship. You pull your blaster aiming at the glass firing before crushing your hand into a fist as it shatters. The two of you rush jumping out of the window as the blast reaches the deck. The explosion of the ship sends a shockwave pushing you both further apart and you black out for a second. You come to spinning wildly in the air trying to get your bearings, arms wrap around your waist and you’re pulled up into the sky thankful for your Mandalorian. You both watch the flaming wreckage crash into the outskirts of Nevarro as Kaz brings you to the city gates.

Landing on the ground to cheers from the citizens of Nevarro seeing the other Mandalorians plus Din and Bo-Katan. The two of you are covered in scuff marks and Kaz’s armor is darkened by the ash and soot. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. To all of you, and especially to our fine Mandalorian liberators, to whom this planet is forever indebted,” Greef speaks to the large crowd, “Mandalorians, I know that we have been on opposite sides in the past, but that is behind us. From this day forward, I, Magistrate Greef Karga…”

“High Magistrate, sir.” His protocol droid speaks up producing a burst of laughter from the citizens of Nevarro, “High Magistrate Greef Karga, hereby cede all land from the western lava flats to Bulloch Canyon to the fine people of Mandalore. You may no longer have a home planet, but you do now have a home. Welcome.” The crowd cheers as the Mandalorians are welcomed into the city.

You have people come up to you thanking you for saving them and you nod, Greef comes over clapping his hand on your shoulder, “Always good to see you again. I’m sure you made Mando proud.” He comments, “I hope so.” You say with a smile and Greef notices the new Mandalorian standing by your side.

“And who is this? You’ve gained yourself two Mandalorian?” Greef says with boisterous laughter and Kaz chuckles slightly. “I’m Kaz Vyst, a friend of Y/n.” You see Greef’s eyes widen almost sizing up the man.

“I hope Mando approves of this ‘friendship’ of yours,” You hear the tone he puts on friendship and your face turns flush with embarrassment. Greef laughs at your expression and he claps Kaz’s shoulder, “I’m like an uncle to this one but you got my support.” He says with his new self-appointed title and your face is burning as Kaz laughs with the man. You grab Kaz’s arm pulling him away from Greef.

“Goodbye, Greef.” You say your face still hot as Greef smiles giving an exaggerated wave at Kaz, “I’m so sorry about…he’s a lot.” You say and Kaz laughs before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“He’s funny. I like him, I’m glad to have one of your family’s approval.” He jokes and you give him a look. “Your father is currently melting me with his gaze right now. I don’t think he’s a fan of me.” He leans down whispering in your ear and your head snaps over to Din seeing him not looking at you two. A silence suddenly covers you all as you see Bo-Katan appear followed by the Armorer. The shocking thing was her helmet off resting on her side as your eyes all follow her before she stands in the crowd of Mandalorians.

“Bo-Katan Kryze is going off to bring other Mandalorians in exile to us so that we may join together once again.” The Armorer announces to the few Mandalorians here,

“But she shows her face.” Paz Vizsla questions the female Mandalorian as the others chatter their concerns and your gaze briefly meets Bo-Katan’s before the Armorer speaks up again.

“Bo-Katan walks both worlds. And she can bring all tribes together. It is time to retake Mandalore.” You all look at the redhead as the Armorer steps to join her side, “We will bring the covert to our new covert. A celebration will be thrown for our victory and Bo-Katan’s departure.” She says before saying the famous words of the creed.

“This is the Way.” You all repeat as the first steps at returning to your homeworld are finally closer to becoming a reality.

By nightfall using a transport shuttle to bring the rest of the covert to Nevarro you had successfully created a new home. This news of returning to Mandalore had put everyone in a joyous mode and the celebration for the early victory and hopes of the future was in full swing. A large bonfire with the meat of a native animal fueling the covert, children dance around the fire, and Mandalorians tell war stories and tales of the history of your people. All cleaned up from the battle you stood beside Bo-Katan a few Mandalorians came up to her wishing her luck for her journey,

“I guess your dream of restoring Mandalore is becoming a reality.” You say you both with your cups of spotchka courtesy of Greef as a gift for saving the city. The liquid warms your veins as you see Grogu in Din’s lap as he points at the sky explaining something to him it warms your heart seeing Din act so fatherly.

“Aren’t you a bit young to be drinking spotchka?” Bo-Katan says jokingly and you roll your eyes, “I’ve been fighting the empire and maker knows what else since my teens. I think I get a pass on the drinking age.” You remark and she laughs before you both cheer drinking the blue liquor.

“So you excited…nervous..bit of both?” You ask and she smiles at the child-like smile on your face. The liquor soothed your nerves and you looked young and lively not a hardened soldier.

“A bit of both…I thought after all these years Mandalore would never be a possibility.” She says the both of you looking over the covert clan you joined and now welcomed you with open arms. “You should get your goodbyes in before we leave tomorrow,” Bo-Katan says and you look at her confused for a second.

“Your father already told me he was joining and by association yourself and Grogu.” She says and you nod. Normally you weren’t opposed to leaving, it was another adventure across the galaxy with your family and it was for something important. Bringing all the Mandalorians together to restore the planet you all thought was never going to be restored. But now you had a reason to be sad to leave, your gaze met the copper and white Mandalorian across the crowd. His armor was clean as he listened to the conversation between the members of the Shriekhawk, he must have sensed your gaze turning his head he meets yours. The two of you hold eye contact before he nods off in a direction before he turns to his companions before leaving not before getting one last glance at you.

“Don’t want to keep him waiting,” Bo-Katan says and you completely forgot she was even there. A cheesy grin is painted on her face and your face flushes from the embarrassment of staring at Kaz and the liquor in your system. You nod passing her your cup before starting to walk away when she calls out to you, “Be safe.” She gives a wink and your face burns hot you quickly rush away hearing her laughter as you move through the crowd of Mandalorians. The sounds of celebration diminish as you spot the flash of beskar on one of the higher flats. Climbing up the elevated view of the new covert’s location, the large bonfire below you as the celebration doesn’t cease with your disappearance. Kaz sits at the edge watching the festivities lost in thought.

“You know this is just like us meeting for the first time.” You call out and he chuckles slightly as you come to join his side, “Want me to be all brooding and mysterious.” He says and you shove his shoulder producing a louder laugh that warms your body.

“You’re hilarious.” You roll your eyes as he settles down it grows silent as you both watch the others and you can feel something in the air above you too.

“I’m guessing this is you coming to say goodbye?” He says and you glance over at him, “It seemed unlikely, you would stay if both Bo-Katan and Din Djarin left.” You go to say something but he stops you.

“I’m not mad… you're meant to be out, exploring the galaxy and being a keeper of the peace,” He says, “That’s what the Jedi are.” He says his gaze hasn’t moved from watching the Mandalorians.

“I’m no keeper of the peace,” You say returning your gaze to the covert as well the flames of the large bonfire gives produces such a large flame it lights the two of you on the elevated flat, “I don’t think keepers of the peace jump off ships and put myself in reckless situations.” Kaz laughs and a smile grows on your face, “No definitely not…but you’re a leader I can see that.” He says and when you look his gaze is on you as silence fills the two of you. Your mouth felt dry and you can sense the steady gaze through the beskar armor. It felt like the only time you could read him through that helmet of his.

“All those months ago, when we went to go rescue Vizsla’s son…what did you say to me at the fire?” It hadn’t felt like months had passed since you’d been a part of the covert but each day felt full of memories but it seemed to go by so fast. Most of those memories with the man before you as the tension disperses with your question. The small second of being able to read him had disappeared and you had no idea his emotion or intention behind the beskar. His hand reaches out and you feel the air stop around you as he pushes a strand of hair away from your face.

“Ni guuror gar mesh'la.” He says repeating those words from so long ago. Since then you had heard that last word, ‘mesh’la’. It had slowly replaced your name when around him. “Need help, mesh’la?” “Mesh’la, how are you.” “You’re crazy you know that, mesh’la?” It just felt natural coming from him you assumed a Mando’a nickname, you hadn’t tried asking Din or Bo-Katan it felt nice not knowing what it meant. Though it could fully mean a teasing nickname you were fine hearing it from him. You nod wanting to know what it meant, it had been eating at you since that conversation same with his questions. You wanted to be a supportive friend for whoever he had feelings for but you weren’t sure why your chest hurt at the thought of him with another.

“I like you beautiful.” He whispers and your eyes widen slightly your skin prickles and felt on fire at his words. You didn’t know how to respond and you didn’t stop him from leaning forward pressing his forehead a small thunk as it bumped into your forehead. He pulls back as your rub your forehead, “What was that?” You ask and you can feel the smile coming off him as he speaks.

“It’s a Keldabe kiss since Mandalorians can't remove their armor this was made as the gesture of…” He trails off in the end and you nod and then your eyes widen comically registering what his action just meant. He kissed you..well not like a real kiss but it’s the implication of it.

“oh…Oh.” Kaz laughs seeing your face grow flush and you shove him as he continues laughing. “Stop it that’s not funny, how was I supposed to know!” You yell and his laughter dies done as you glare at him but he knows it holds no heat.

“You’re funny mesh’la,” He says and you look away biting your lip to stop the smile from growing on your face, “Hey do you trust me?” He asks and you look back at him.

“Is this the moment where you kill me and hide my body?” You joke and he chuckles shaking his head, “Yes, now seriously do you trust me.” He says and you nod and he nods back. After a second before using his hand and forcing you to close your eyes. “This definitely feels like you’re gonna kill me.” You say.

“Keep them close please.” He says and you go silent and you were certain with how quiet it was he had left you. You hear the hiss of his helmet before it’s placed on the floor your frozen knowing he was showing his face right now in front of you and what was stopping him from becoming an apostate was your trust. He trusted you enough to remove his helmet in front of you.

“Kaz…” You whisper out into the air and you hear a shaky breath coming from him, “Yeah..” His voice is crisp and clear in front of you.

“If you wanted to take off your helmet we could have gone back-to-back you didn’t need me to clos-” You don’t get to finish as his lips meet yours and you’re frozen. You didn’t know what to do your hands glued to your lap you force yourself to squeeze your eyes shut so they don’t open in surprise. His lips were slightly cracked but soft and just as quickly as he did it he was pulling away. “Wh…What was that?” You ask slightly out of breath not even realizing you were holding your breath.

“A kiss..?” He says and you shake your head, “I know that but…why I thought...I don’t know what I thought!” You throw your hands in the air your eyes still closed and he laughs and it’s like music, “I thought Mandalorians weren’t allowed to take their helmets in front of anyone.”

“They can’t…but it’s more of not showing your face than having it off,” He says and you nod softly as his hand cups your face, “I really like you Y/n Kenobi-Kryze.” He says. Your heart was pounding in your chest and it felt like it could burst at any moment. You didn’t understand love or falling in love. But you understood being with him, hearing his laughter, having him by your side, talking into the early hours of the morning backs against each other. You didn’t understand love but you understood him and what being with him could mean.

“I…I like you too. Kaz Vyst.” Your voice is shaky your confession out in the air unable to take it back. You were freefalling with nothing to catch you, you were in uncharted territory but you weren’t nervous. You wanted to freefall…you wanted to explore this. You slowly raise your hand accidentally hitting his chin as you both giggle before you feel his face, his jaw felt sharp as you trace his features trying to picture what he looked like. Your hand meets his hair and it felt short on the sides with more length towards the top. Your hand returns to his face cupping his cheek your finger running along his cheekbone as his hand pushes your hair back. Leaning forward trying to peck his lips missing catching the side of his mouth and he laughs as you bury your face into his chest embarrassed.

“Stop it I can’t see where I’m going anyway.” You say and you can feel Kaz’s smile as he pulls your face up to be looking at his. “It’s cute mesh’la.” He mumbles and you feel him lean closer and you feel a breath on your lips just a brush away from connecting as he whispers.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He murmurs teasingly and you huff, “Funny.” Your lips met briefly just for a few moments before he retreats slightly a silence holds over you two before a force pulls you back together. It was like fireworks and warmth spread over your body as you kissed him. Your hand cupping his cheek the other clutching his shoulder while his hand holds the back of your neck the other holds your side keeping you close. The air was ripped from you but breathed back into your lungs as his lips moved with yours. It was awkward and uncoordinated but it made your heart pound and you felt alive for once in your life. You both pull away and your eyes flutter but Kaz is faster his hand slamming over your eyes shrouding you in darkness.

“Sorry!” You yell, “I didn’t see anything!” You promise as he breathes rapidly from his creed almost being broken because of you. His hand covers your eyes before he chuckles lightly and his laughter is contagious as you laugh in the open air.

“I’m lowering my hand alright.” He says and you nod keeping your eyes close when he lowers it his lips meet yours again and you happily accept. Your hands find placement in his hair your fingers running through the locks of hair as he cups your face with such delicacy.

“She’s where?!” You hear Din’s voice yell out from the bottom of the flat and you both disconnect Kaz quickly pulls on his helmet and when you hear it come on fully you open your eyes and quickly stand up and he follows. He holds your hand as you spot Bo-Katan holding back Din from looking for you. “I have to go or he’s going to kill you.” You say and Kaz leans forward his forehead bumping against yours.

“I’ll see you before you leave.” He says and you nod before sadly having to pull away taking one last glance at the Mandalorian before you’re racing down the ridge once again running into Din who’s followed by Bo-Katan. You quickly throw on a neutral expression as you look at the older Mandalorian.

“What’s up with you?” You give him a look and you see behind Din, the female gesturing at your hair and you nonchalantly fix your hair. “Where were you?” Din asks looking over you.

“Just getting some fresh air…I told Bo-Katan where I was going.” You say and Din looks over at your grand-aunt who quickly covers you. “I try telling you…went all protective-father mode.” She comments and you smile looping your arm with Din and Bo-Katan pulling them back into the celebration.

“I’m fine, you found me. Come on I want to celebrate before we leave.” Dragging the two adults to the celebration. Your mind still reeling with the moment on the ridge your vision catches the Mandalorian on the ridge watching you a smile graces your face and soon your vision breaks when you’re brought back to the festivities.

Far away from Nevarro in deep space, a lone X-Wing comes up on the remains of a destroyed ship. Shining a light on the ship seeing the hole in the side of the ship and pieces of wreckage floating around the shuttle. Teva gets into contact with a fellow pilot to speak of the news, “Captain Teva to Lieutenant Reed.” Static fills the comms before a voice comes through,

“Reed to Teva.”

“I found a derelict Lambda shuttle. The hull was breached. The vessel shows evidence of being attacked. Any reports in the area?” Teva explains looking over the ship from his position. “Um, there’s a record of a missing craft in the region. The details are classified.” Reed explains and Teva knew he needed to investigate further,

“R7, launch probe.” The droid releases a probe as it draws closer to the wreckage, “I’m sending you a transponder signal. Why don’t you bounce it through the flight logs at central command?” Teva says watching the screen showing the probe’s point of view.

“It’s a New Republic prison transport.” Reed says and that catches Teva’s attention, “Check the departure times.” He requests and he hears Reed’s shocked huff,

“I’ll be damned. Flight times match the ship transporting Moff Gideon.” The news of this ship being involved with the Moff adds more questions to the confusion puzzle, “I knew it. He never made it to trial,” Seeing the wreckage of the interior of the ship seeing the deceased New Republic officers but no side of Moff Gideon’s body, “There don’t appear to be any survivors. And Moff Gideon’s body is missing. This was an extraction.”

“Who were the perpetrators?” Reed asks as the probe beings scanning a blue light examining the hull of the ship, “Scanning. I’m only seeing the remains of the flight crew. There appears to be something embedded in the cabin wall. Get in close on that.” The probe moves closer analyzing deeper into the ship the object in the cabin wall.

“It’s a fragment of beskar alloy,” Reed says the data coming in from his side as Teva sits in the X-Wing in silence more confused than it started. He had just interacted with the Mandalorians the same culture that was almost whipped off the face of the galaxy because of the Moff. The princess with Jedi and Mandalorian ancestors amongst their ranks brutally assaulted the same Moff that he needed medical treatment from the New Republic before he could be transferred for trial. None of it made sense but the evidence was in front of them. The only culture that was known for that same beskar alloy.

“Wait, are you saying that Moff Gideon was taken by… Mandalorians?”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #clan of three #clan of three series #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #din djarin x jedi!reader #din x reader #din djarin x y/n #mando x reader

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Angst idea where george convinces himself he a jinx for dream because of the hell at happened the moment he arrived to florida 😭

On a less angsty idea, headcanon that george, knowing dream's relationship history, goes on to be very careful with dream once they finally started to date, but it's too a point it's changing their dynamic, so dream talked to george to reassure him that he knows that he will never hurt him like his pass relationship did.

Okay I could not bring myself to make it too angsty, I hope you don't mind :) I have also noted down the second idea, might do that in the next few days! But here we go, a spiralling George who - thank god - has a very patient and understanding boyfriend:

“Do you think it would be better if I moved back to London?”

George had his eyes closed when he asked the question he had been dreading to ask for months now so he didn’t see how Dream reacts but he can feel him tense up from where they are cuddled up on the couch. George had returned from a several-week-long LA trip only a couple of minutes ago and Dream had immediately dragged him to get comfortable in their living room.

“What?” He asked and his voice sounded so broken that George had to give everything within him to not let the tears swimming in his eyes fall. “Are you not happy here?”

George swallowed down a lump, convinced that this was finally it, the end of their relationship, his career, his life, his everything. “I ruined your life.” He whispered. There was no fighting the tears now, they were silently streaming down his cheeks, dripping onto Dream's sweater-covered chest. “Everything was supposed to be perfect; your life was supposed to finally begin but I got here, and everything went to shit.” He desperately clutched at Dream, balling his sweater in his fists just so he could be with him a little bit longer before Dream realized that he was right, that he brought all the evil things with him from London, and would inevitably push him away. Subconsciously he registered large hands smoothing over his back and through his hair, trying to calm down the sobbing mess of a boyfriend but he was already spiralling too far to stop now.

“Like, I arrived and just a week later the first allegations came out because of all the hype around your face reveal and the meetup and- and when that finally calmed down a little the stuff with Quackity happened which a- arguably was my fault because I got us invited to SquidCraft which then sparked your USMP idea and then we had that whole mess that st- started b- because of me at Vidcon and the Gumball shit where I should’ve s- said something and-“

He was startled out of his rambling by a pair of lips on his. “Sorry, you weren’t reacting to what I was saying.” Dream whispered against his lips. “Now please shut up and listen to me for a second?”

George gave a small nod and felt how Dream’s arms tightened around him.

“Look, I will not lie, the last year sucked. Hard.” George coiled in on himself but immediately there was a hand on his cheek coaxing him back to lie on Dream’s chest. “But it was also the best year of my life, just because I can finally have you in my arms.” George looked up to meet Dream’s eyes and let out a small sob at the sincerity he saw in them. “None of this was your fault, baby,” Dream whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead and wiping George’s tears with his thumb. “And even if it was, I would do it all again if it meant being here with you at this very moment.”

#Honelle drabbles #angst #but also comfort #I will never be able to write full on angst I am sorry #but also not i am just a sucker for comfort and hugs and ugh #they deserve the world #dnf

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mofffun · 3 months

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King-Ohger Character Song memo

link to streaming

Gira - Kind King

oooh rock! something Taisei himself likes? (Masashi mentioned they quickly became friends because they have football and rock bands in common)

the opening electric tunes is a consistent Dug motif

His voice is SO cute and the mismatch with the instrumetns XD

I like 'i gotta we gotta' part. catchy kinda slogan-y like self pep talk

Gira will stand up to unjustice and do it himself, but with the bonds with his friends too 😭😭

the longer I listen to it the less it sounds like Taisei?? and closer to sports anime freshman protag. I look forward to listening its live version.

Overall the song is very motivating and cheerful, let's just say it does sound like something Gira could write himself.

there's no beating INFERNO, but the lyrics is direct and cute, very fitting for Gira's character.

You get the chara song is how the character wants to express themselves and the image song is who they are from an outside perspective.

Yanma - Teppen Online

hmmm I'm surprised by the chorus? (+ve)

musically I don't find much surprise with this one but I like the chorus. Try & Fight and I'm still alive were just too impactful.

no wait it sounds like the most we learn about Prez?

In the lyrics he said, "some things don't need to be said (out loud)" and yeah, he's a bit shy in expressing affection huh? Or say, he believes in action more than words and he's the traditional manly type that's like, "hing1 dai6, sum ziu3 lah"

Himeno - Golden Garden

the "I wish" song in musicals

That's Erica's voice???

'K I can see the second verse as Hime singing to Rita.

ah no bridge (I think none of them have bridge? :(

A very beautiful song. Gives me a 2000s shojo amime ED vibe.

Rita - Moffun's Song

Yeah no, I don't like Rita's stuck being a Moffun fan in their character song. Can't say I'm more impressed by the full version as a Yuzuki fan either

The short version impressed me by showing Yuzuki's range in just under a minute. The high note is moved to the very end of the song from verse 2

Some rationalize it as Rita themself choosing to use this version to represent themself and I can see the reasoning behind Rita's caring interior should've be apparent by now and you have the contrast with Ignorantia but UGH I want the Chief Justice actually singing about their struggle and duty and YOU KNOW MAYBE TOUCH ON THEIR CONNECTION WITH GOKKAN????? IN HIRAKAWA'S LOW IKEMEN VOICE???

On the other hand did we ever get an explanation of why Rita likes Moffun in the first place? We know it's not some tragic backstory and honestly, they could've like it simply because it's cute. And yes, I can infer why someone like Rita would like something like Moffun but hnnnnn it's not canon

but another contradiction I'm facing is actually I was glad to see an adult character who's not afraid of showing their otaku passionate side, but Rita's not fully committed to that...

Kaguragi - 仰天珍道中

hohoho I so look forward to Kaku-san's singing.

oh my god that's really good???

i can see him on a showa TV show in a white suit

this is gonna be a brainworm

it's much faster than I expected too.

there's lore in this lyrics… (looks up japanese dictionary)

Jeramie - 線上のTrickster

Masashi's in the "singing voice close to speaking voice" group.

Jeramie, you're not beating the Noel allegations

has some early 2000s J-rock vibes I guess?

It's not a bad song ay any rate but again (like the perfume) doesn't feel very Jeramie to me?? Maybe I've been paying too little attention to him my interpretation deviation from official's for the second time?

(I like The Prophet better but maybe this will warm up to me)

#mon mon

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I saw (I think through you) something about Lucifer not letting cas die after the swan song battle but just exploding him and keeping him near

I ALSO keep thinking about how the empty says nobody has pull there, nobody has the ability to bring back anyone from there (except jack on accident)

This implies to me that chuck never let cas truly die at all because he was brought back several times

I think it makes some sense because chuck was supposedly watching the Winchester's closely and would've known what would happen if cas was truly gone and he couldn't let that happen (yet)

It's interesting that cas dies finally only after chuck abandoned the world (not watching his favorite show, feeling no obligation to help) and I can't help but wonder if Dean asking for Chucks help made him so mad (it was rude and didn't appeal to chuck like he would've needed, Sam would've done a better job asking for help because he can suck up) that he flung cas into the empty.

What are your thoughts?

I don't remember reading a post like that, so it must have been someone else—but that's interesting! Chuck's alleged lack of power in The Empty vs. Castiel's resurrections is definitely another one of those tricky little bits introduced in the Dabb run that's difficult to make sense of. I mean to be real I think the guy is a fuck up of a showrunner with ineffective communication with his writing team who therefore ends up creating continuity errors and dropped plots left and right... but I think when reviewing the previous seasons through the lens that Dabb's run requires, Chuck kind of keeping Cas in his back pocket and not allowing him to drop into The Empty is still genuinely sensible (unless you want to theorize something like "The Prestige" is going on and... meh). The speed of Cas's resurrections in 5.01 and 5.22 show God was paying very close attention to Cas and that at that time, he wanted Cas around, doing exactly what he was doing—helping defy the narrative.

We see in 5.22 that despite what happens not fulfilling what God had prophesied, Chuck is pleased with the outcome. Some may take this as a sign that he intended things to go exactly how it went, but I don't think that's true. I think Chuck was just genuinely entertained by Dean and Cas leaping out of his writing at that time. Leaping out of causality is something Dean and Cas do together in 4.18, 4.22, and 5.22.

In 4.18, Dean pleads with Cas to help him save Sam, even though Cas thinks what's going to happen is fate and can't be subverted. Cas doesn't personally act, but he gives Dean the idea that Dean then executes, leading Chuck to say "What are you doing here? I didn't write this."

In 4.22, Dean pleads with Cas again. They again fight about the inescapability of destiny. This time, it's Dean's pleading but Cas's actions—flying Dean out of the green room (somewhere Dean is incapable of escaping from on his own). Chuck says when they pop into his house, "Wait. T-t-this isn't supposed to happen" and then "Yeah, but you guys aren't supposed to be there. You're not in this story".

In 5.22, after Lucifer takes Sam over (something that was foretold to happen in Detroit), Cas and Bobby despair, but Dean refuses to give up and calls Chuck, who says, "Oh, uh, Dean. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know that you'd call." Then Dean goes to Stull Cemetery alone. However, the moment that Michael begins to walk up on Dean and says, "You little maggot. You are no longer a part of this story!" Guess who suddenly appears with a holy oil Molotov cocktail?

So these moments where they defy "fate" (i.e., prophecy foretold to the archangels) seem to require Dean and Cas working together in order to be pulled off, and Chuck likes this. Viewing through the Dabb lens—it excites him maybe for the first time in years. So he keeps Cas around. He resurrects Cas twice. He doesn't mind "losing"—he wants more of these things he can't anticipate to occur.

But at some point, Chuck snaps, and he isn't enjoying his creations having free will anymore. At a certain point, he turns on Castiel, because by season 15, he's complaining about Cas the exact way Naomi did in season 8: Cas is the angel with a crack in his chassis who never does what he's told. Chuck also isn't enjoying Dean's defiance anymore, but is still (as Lilith tells us) "creepily obsessed" with Dean.

The thing is, if my theory about the devil baby brainwashing is correct, then Chuck begins to sow his Moriah finale in season 12, which means Dean's prayer probably isn't what makes Chuck mad. Something has to happen between season 11 and season 12 that acts as the catalyst for Chuck to begin his most psychologically complicated, painstakingly crafted attack on Dean's mental state ever. What my brain is currently theorizing, is that the catalyst for Chuck snapping and finally trying to force Dean to act out his fratricide fantasies once and for all... is Amara.

Chuck didn't want Amara standing in his way and didn't want to share authority, so he locked her away, but then she got out and there was nothing Chuck could do about it. He lost control. That's... one theory I am thinking of anyway. (It's possible I've been watching too much true crime).

Now—Chuck had lost control before (during the first apocalypse) but never to a degree that was life threatening for him. Team free will can do things Chuck doesn't anticipate, utilizing free will... but Amara is his equal and can literally kill him. What's more—who saved his ass from Amara? Dean—and of all things—with the power of love—with his pesky, bleeding heart—the number one thing that always seems to stand in the way of the repeated fratricide plot! Dean gets Chuck and Amara to make nice, and then they go away together, but... Amara isn't that interested in Chuck. He begins to annoy her. This is another way that Chuck loses control—control of how his equally powerful sister perceives him (This is something that's also sent Sam over the edge in the past, and Chuck&Amara and Sam&Dean are mirrors).

So Chuck loses control in this major way, and in his desperation to reassert control in the aftermath, because he can't control his sister, he focuses on trying to control his "toys". He doesn't want them defying his writing anymore. It enrages instead of entertains now. So he begins this plot, and a major component of that plot needs to be separating Dean and Cas, either through death or through emotional distance or both, because 1) his experience is that they defy his writing together, and 2) it will hurt and isolate Dean.

#mail #and cas is my best friend #chuck #12.23 #13.01 #no one can control you but you #spn and causality #amara

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reality-detective · 3 months

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https://x.com/David_Baumblatt/status/1717269393757847647?s=20

If you can't see this 👆

Here is his rumble channel 👇

https://rumble.com/v3dz6oy-david-baumblatt-episode-1.html

His website 👇

Information about David 👇

To the American People: Hello, my name is David Baumblatt, born and raised in New York, I am a West Point Graduate and Former FBI Agent who has been under an unconstitutional investigation by the corrupt FBI for over a decade. I am considered a National Security Threat who is no longer welcome to return to the USA, the last time I visited the USA in 2019, I was detained, searched, interrogated, spied on, deceived, and physically assaulted by the US Government. I have brought formal allegations against the FBI, Inspector Generals of the DOJ and DHS, and have written every single congressman and senator, however they have all ignored me. To access the formal allegation document and the email communications, please go to my website and at the bottom of the page, click on the "Request Government Complaint" button and you will have access to the documents. http://terebinth.info/david In 2005, I knew that America was headed for Civil War and Collapse, because we have abandoned our values of FAITH, FAMILY, FREEDOM. In 2007 I left the immoral, corrupt, and incompetent FBI. I wanted nothing more to do with this corrupt government agency, however the FBI has continued to spy on me and destroy my life and career. In 2010, I decided to leave America, as I had no desire to continue to argue my point about my America's coming collapse, as most people disagreed with me. I just wanted to move on with my life and did not wish to argue anymore. The FBI then began spying on me overseas and colluding with foreign intelligence agencies to yet again destroy my life. At this time, I knew I had to take a stand, and therefore, here I am, publicly telling my story about the corrupt FBI. I have recently begun producing social media content, however my very first video on YouTube has been censored, and I have also been banned on LinkedIn; so now I am using Rumble. I am trying to get my message to the American Patriotic Media, and I appreciate your support. This is my story 👇

I am a Whistle-Blower trying to expose U.S. Government illegal and immoral conduct. Mainstream Media has ignored me, therefore, I ask you for your support to please send this message far and wide. If you are a Media Professional, Podcast Host, etc. I would be happy to be a guest on your show. Please send me your contact information, or you can email me at [email protected] I have also recently published a book about this affair entitled Patriots Betrayed, A Soldier, Scholar, Spy's warning about America's Leadership Crisis. (E Book, Audio Book, Hard/Soft Cover) https://terebinth.info/book Like myself, there are millions of other innocent American Citizens being unconstitutionally spied upon by our corrupt government. I would have never imagined that as a Military Veteran my own government would illegally and immorally continue to destroy my life, and then to completely ignore me, when I take a stand. If you are still not convinced on how corrupt our government is, please watch this video of me working for the Boeing Corporation (the Military Industrial Complex) in China, and you will see what a Traitorous Corporation Boeing is to the American people. Boeing like other American Globalist Corporations will put China over the welfare of American Citizens.

The number one enemy to the American People is the American Globalist Government and the American Globalist Corporations. America is headed toward Civil War and Collapse, I was convinced of this back in 2005, and I am now even more convinced. To the American Patriots, get ready to fight, it is going to get dangerous in America. We have been betrayed by our Unpatriotic Government and Unpatriotic Corporations. I appreciate your help and may God be with us. 🙏⚔️🛡️

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #whistleblower #news #fight for freedom #patriotic duty #patriots

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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 1 month

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by Moshe Phillips

But deep in the article, in paragraph 30 (out of 41), the text suddenly took a strange turn. “Hate crimes are challenging to prove in court,” Ali wrote. What made this case “even more tricky” was that the alleged shooter, Jason Eaton, said nothing out loud before, during or after the shooting.”

Usually, you know something was a hate crime because the perpetrator yelled a racist slogan or told the police he was motivated to attack the victim because of the victim’s race or religion. Sometimes, the attacker’s social-media accounts contain racist writings.

But in this case, according to author Rozina Ali, it was the exact opposite.

With regard to the Oct. 7 pogrom perpetrated by Hamas in southern Israel that killed 1,200 men, women and children, here’s what the “anti-Palestinian” Eaton wrote on X on Nov. 16: “What if someone occupied your country? Wouldn’t you fight them?”

Although Ali quoted only one of Eaton’s posts, there was at least one more in the same vein. This is what Eaton tweeted on Oct. 17 (which was quoted by the Vermont-based news agency Seven Days on Dec. 6): “The notion that Hamas is ‘evil’ for defending their state from occupation is absurd. They are owed a state. Pay up.”

That crashing sound you hear is the shattering of the myth that the Vermont shooting was Islamophobia. No wonder the police have not charged Eaton with a hate crime: his social-media accounts clearly indicate he is a supporter, not a hater, of the Palestinian Arabs. Ali and others have reported that Eaton has a long history of personal problems. That would seem to be what was behind this crime.

But that didn’t fit the narrative that Palestinian advocates prefer. So, as long as that critical information was confined to the local Vermont press, they could keep claiming that the shooting was “anti-Palestinian hate.” Now the jig is up. It has been acknowledged by The New York Times.

This matters because the fight for public opinion regarding Israel’s war against Hamas in the Gaza Strip revolves around the question of sympathy. In the immediate aftermath of the Oct. 7 mass murders, most of the public’s sympathy was with Israel. But after months of nonstop biased media reporting, some Americans’ sympathies have shifted.

The attention being paid to rising antisemitism creates sympathy for Jews and, by extension, for Israel. Supporters of the Palestinian Arabs want to reduce that sympathy, by claiming that they, too, are the victims of bigotry.

Statistics about hate crimes show that antisemitism is on the rampage, while Islamophobia is minuscule. That reality is bad for the Palestinian cause. So, advocates seize every opportunity to claim that some incident was anti-Arab or anti-Muslim.

Last November, an Ohio man named Hesham Ayyad claimed a driver yelled “Kill all Palestinians!” and “Long live Israel!” at him and then ran him over. The Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) and similar groups yelled “Hate crime!” But security footage showed Ayyad and his brother got into a fistfight on that street corner, which is what caused his injuries. Ayyad has been charged with lying about the incident. CAIR still won’t admit that it was a hoax.

I doubt that CAIR will acknowledge the truth about the Vermont shooting, either. Extremists are reluctant to ever admit that they were wrong about anything. But reasonable people can no longer deny the reality of Jason Eaton’s pro-Hamas posts.

#palestinian #hate crime #hate crime hoax #anti-palestinian hate crime #islamophobia

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pupyuj · 8 months

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Stalker Yujin who's an absolute virgin loser who gets a hard on when you linger your finger on her for too long

Writes little letters to you but never sends them cause she's too shy :((

And when she finally approaches you she gets so shaky and shy to the point she stutters with almost every word...

Gets really flustered when you talk back and put your hand on her thigh asking her what's wrong that she accidentally gets hard!!

Don't worry you're there to help tho ^^

(Can I be the 🪼 anon?)

i'm telling ya'll, yujin will never beat the lewser puppy allegations... i love asks like these cuz they really just feed my stupid yuj agenda like :(( shes just so.. WHY ARE YOU DUMB (lovingly) 🥺🥺 and thank you for the ask 🪼 anon!

but like what if you guys went wayyyy back as in knowing each other in the past... yuj in high school having a low social status and kinda gets bullied sometimes bcs she never had the will to fight back :(( she starts crushing on you after you defended her from some jocks and picked her stuff up from the floor, n you walked her to class too just to make sure no one can bother her on the way there, you were so sweet 💔💔 but then some years passed and you were reunited in your senior year in university after you transferred to whatever school she was in,,, you don't really remember her, but oh does she remember you 😳

yujinnie who makes sure that she doesn't lose a glimpse of you ever again so she follows you around the hallways while you're walking to class,, it seems like you only got prettier as the years went by,, longer hair, beautiful eyes, sweet smile, and that pretty voice... sometimes yujin masturbates thinking about you, you know. she got so happy when she saw you again after years that she spent a whole night jerking herself off while you were in her head 😣 how she wished you were there pleasuring her instead... you were too pretty to not be constantly fucked silly!!!

about the letter thing... i imagine yujin would constantly try to be romantic and write you poems and confess her feelings n stuff but sometimes she thinks with her dick so she just ends up messing it all up bcs she started writing about how she wants to fill your holes with her cum.. weird little loser.

sjsdhkdndh your paths finally crossing at a mixer... you managing to escape some people who have gotten high out of their mind.. choosing to hide in a bathroom bcs you figured that every other room was occupied with horny people having sex,, only to find this cute girl with a big hoodie and comically huge glasses squirming as she sat on the toilet,,, she looked liked she was in pain and ofc being the only normal person around, you kneeled down and asked her if she was okay,,,

yujin blushing so hard bcs she was finally seeing you up close,, her closing her legs bcs she doesn't want you to see her hard on but your hand was on her knee bcs you wanted to see her face :(( you were touching her forehead, but she wasn't sick... maybe she was injured? but she looked really healthy!! yujin meeting your eyes for the first time and it clicks in your head that holy shit it's the same girl from high school sksdjikhkd 😭😭

you knew she was still a loser cuz she looked like it so you asked how the fuck she got in this crazy ass party,, and she said she.. followed you??? thank god she was fucking cute or else you would have been out the door immediately!! then you were asking her why the fuck does she look like she needs an ambulance bcs she was sweating, and she was warm... and she tells you that it's because you look so good in your outfit??? what the fuck does that even—

oh.

"what the heck, yujin-ah," omg you remembered her name? ...yeah that didn't help her little situation at all. "you should've told me right away." but maybe you will 🤭

sjhfjcncknsk yujinnie nearly suffering a heart attack when you pulled off her pants and boxers,,,, her cock in display for you,, giving her length little kisses, sometimes licking her slit bcs you loved the way she sounded when she whimpered,,, ugh you can't even deepthroat or anything bcs yujin was so big :(( but the loser knew nothing about any of this, she was a fucking virgin,, so even when you were just sucking off not even half of her cock, she still felt like it was heaven 😵‍💫😵‍💫

she comes a bit quick of course... her cum spilling all over your lips, licking it off her cock while staring up at her,, oh yujin was so hot leaning back and breathing heavily like that :((( hehe.. even if she's a virgin, she's still a perv who watched porn and imagined that it was you and her on the screen... so yujinnie definitely gets the courage to bend you over the sink and breed your sweet cunt after she recovered <333

#🪼 anon #ive smut #ive imagines #ive x reader #ive x fem reader #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin imagines #girl group smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader

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infinityerlingx · 2 years

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Love Letters and Necklaces

pairing- Eddie Munson x (fem)reader

plot- Dustin giving y/n Eddies necklace after he dies

genre- angst

warnings- mentions of death, s4 spoilers!

word count- 1.8k

Gif creds- @nctzncore

You knew the plan all along. You knew what was going on. You knew about Vecna, and the fact that Eddie was being charged with a murder that he didn’t commit.

Two days ago, you said goodbye to Eddie as he was leaving to go and fight Vecna. He promised you as he left that he would be back as soon as possible to see you.

You believed every last word that came out of his mouth. However, that was two days ago. And there was still no sign of your boyfriend.

People were saying that he was supposedly “missing” from the “earthquake” that had just hit Hawkins. People had presumed that he was dead. You couldn’t shift that gut feeling that he was in fact gone. You tried so hard to keep a positive mind and pray that he would come back to you.

You reluctantly dragged yourself out of bed in the morning, dressing yourself in one of Eddies shirts, his scent instantly flooding your nostrils, a comforting feeling taking over.

Making your way to Hawkins High, you pulled your car up outside and headed into the building. Starting the day with volunteering work.

However as you entered the building, many people struck their heads up to look at you. The girlfriend of an alleged murderer. You shook it off, but your gaze fell upon the missing person board.

The first person you noticed being Eddie. People had drawn devil horns on him, making you scoff. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, your forefinger stroking over the small picture of him. You quickly pressed a kiss to your finger and pressed it upon his face.

“Come home soon Eddie” You whispered. Looking at the picture for a few moments longer before deciding it was time for you to get on with the work.

A few people asked throughout the day where Eddie was. As if you had the faintest idea.

You stood serving someone, looking over their shoulder you noticed a group of people. That being, Steve, Robin and Dustin. You quickly served the woman and called it a day, wandering over to your friends.

“Y/N! There you are” Steve spoke pulling the group from their thoughts. The other two turned on the spot and greeted you, however Dustin didn’t shift the sad look on his face.

“You okay Dustin?” You asked quickly. Dustin shook his head.

“Is it okay if we go talk somewhere?” He questioned quietly. You nodded and walked outside the building, going towards the metal tables. Sitting yourself down, you watched Dustin who was slowly following behind you, limping.

“What’s happened to you?” You asked, concern growing. Dustin sat down next to you.

“Don’t worry about me. I need to tell you something” He spoke, his head lifting. “It’s about Eddie”

“Dustin. What about Eddie?” You questioned, your heart dropping.

“I told him to come back home, he refused to, he wanted to fight. He wanted to make sure that you were protected. They got him Y/N. I am so sorry” Dustin cried out.

“No. No no no” You slouched over, your elbows resting on your thighs. A hand pressed to your mouth in shock.

“I tried to bring him back. Back to you” Dustin said, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“This cannot be real” You muttered to yourself, clearly in a state of disbelief.

“It all happened so quick, the bats got to him and that’s all I saw, next thing I knew all the bats died and Eddie was left behind. I stayed with him until he left us” Dustin spoke, the memory fresh in his head.

“Thank you for sticking with him Dustin, he would’ve appreciated that so much” You spoke. “I can’t believe it” You let out a sigh, the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“He told me to give you this” Dustin spoke, reaching in his jean pocket, pulling a note out. He carefully picked the note up, passing it to you. You silently thanked him and opened the note. “I can go if you need time alone” Dustin spoke.

“No no, it’s okay, I’d rather be here with someone than be alone right now” You sighed, your eyes landing on the handwritten note on your lap. Dustin nodded and you began reading the note.

“Y/N, sweetheart. If you’re reading this right now, that means I didn’t make it out alive. I am so sorry that I didn’t make it home, back to you. I just wanted to thank you for being the best girlfriend I could’ve ever asked for, I truly did not deserve you. I will watch over you for the rest of your life, need to make sure you don’t get up to too much trouble without me” You could hear his laugh in the writing making you smile sadly, a few tears dripping onto the page below you “I love you Y/N, I always will. No matter what life or what dimension you’re in. I will always love you. Don’t miss me too much love. I truly am sorry for leaving you like this. Sending you all my love and the best for your future Y/N, you’re going to smash it, whatever you plan to do. Love, your freak boyfriend. Eddie xx”

Your heart shattered, reading over the words countless times. You folded the paper back up, putting it in your pocket, keeping it safe for when you got home. Silent sobs escaping your lips.

“He also wanted me to give you this” Dustin choked on his words, pulling a necklace from his pocket. A necklace you had seen countless times. Eddie’s favourite necklace. He held it in his hands for a few moments before passing it to you. You carefully took the silver chain. Holding the guitar pick carefully.

“He never stopped loving you Y/N, every HellFire game, every moment I spent with him, he always mentioned you. Even the last few moments of his life. He spoke about you. He wanted me to tell you that he loves you so much” The tears spilt from Dustin’s eyes now. You looked up from the necklace.

“Thank you Dustin, for everything you did with Eddie. He loved having someone that he could spend his time with. Someone that would play the game with him. Someone who didn’t care that he wasn’t exactly normal. Someone that didn’t think he was a ‘freak’ like he always said. He found such a close friend in you” You sighed, unclasping the necklace, placing it around your neck.

The guitar pick fell directly over your heart, like it was meant to be there. A small piece of Eddie over your heart. You knew that your heart would forever hold a place for Eddie, but having something that he never took off resting over it, warmed you.

You stood from the small seat, Dustin doing the same, opening your arms to the younger boy, he quickly crashed into you. The pair of you softly crying over Eddie. Pulling away a few moments later. Dustin wiped his eyes and smiled softly at you, you sent a small smile back.

“I’m gonna go find Steve and Robin, be back in a minute” Dustin spoke before limping back into the building. You sat yourself down on the table. Your hand finding the necklace again, keeping a hold on it as if it would disappear if you let go.

You truly couldn’t believe it, your boyfriend of 2 years gone. The more your mind thought about him, the worse it became. Tears followed freely from your eyes. Choking on your own sobs.

“Oh Y/N” You heard a girl speak, you lifted your head and noticed Robin and Steve coming towards you. Robin instantly sat down on the table next to you. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her. You broke down even more.

“I just can’t believe he’s gone” You spoke quietly. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye properly” You sobbed, resting your head on Robins shoulder.

“He never stopped fighting Y/N, he told Dustin to go home but he wanted to stay and fight. He wanted to protect this town, he wanted to protect you. He never wanted anything to happen to you. We weren’t with him at the time but we knew for a fact that he would’ve done anything to make sure that you were safe” Steve spoke clearly, coming to stand next to you. A hand placed on your forearm.

You silently took in every word that was said to you. You nodded, showing the pair that you were in fact listening and understanding.

“If you ever need anyone to talk to about this, you know where I am. Where we both are” Robin spoke, resting her head on your own.

“Thank you” You directed it to the pair of them. Steve squeezing your arm in response.

You finally came home an hour later, wanting nothing more than to be back in your own bed. You made it to your bedroom without being questioned by anyone. Pulling the note from your pocket, placing it in your bedside drawer in a jewellery pot. Knowing that it would be safe in there.

Your eyes landing on the picture frame on the table. A picture of you and Eddie taken by one of your friends. You sat on his lap, his tight arms around your waist, smiling at each other, the love evident in both of your faces. Your finger stroked over his face again. A few tears burning at your eyes. You made your way around your bedroom, the whole room littered with things that reminded you of him. A photo booth strip hung up to your wall, each picture something different. Your favourite being the last one, his large hand on your cheek, his lips pressed onto yours. A few other pictures of the pair of you around the room. His clothes in your wardrobe. His favourite band records on your dresser.

You knew that you would never be able to get rid of any of it. For now you just rid of your clothes for the day, slipping into one of Eddie’s shirts. You climbed into your bed, Eddie’s scent on his clothes and faintly on his side of your bed. The scent somewhat calming you down. His necklace dangling on your chest.

You couldn’t keep it in any longer, sitting up in bed, you broke down again. Why did it have to be Eddie? Why did he want to save a town that hated him?

Deep down you knew one thing. Eddie Munson was a hero. Not just any hero. Your hero.

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