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#I leaned pretty heavily into 2 things when I was getting a lot of my tattoos & it was space & Shakespeare lmao
geryone · 2 years
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you don’t have to answer but which line did you get tattooed?? been really loving louise glück lately and i’m curious
I got “You exist as the stars exist” tattooed! It’s from the poem Telescope in her collection Averno!! That poem has a special place in my heart ❤️
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callmerainman · 26 days
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First Man on the Earth still couldn't hit this | sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader
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pairing. sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader
themes. enemies to lovers, Adam reincarnates as a sinner, Reader is a royal guard.
spoilers! for Hazbin Hotel S1 finale
tw! mentions of sex, suggestive themes in general, the feminism leaving my body as I write for Adam
When Adam came back as a sinner and asked to be redeemed at the Hotel, no one was having that shit lmao.
But, as always, Charlie believes in second chances and it didn't feel right to her to just not let him in.
At only one condition: he would always have to be supervised by you, Lucifer's royal guard.
You were skilfully trained to become a guard at the royal family's services, and Lucifer had just the right mission for you in mind.
You accepted gladly, finally a task that wasn't guarding his rubber ducks.
But then you meet Adam, and you start immediately regretting the ducks.
You both find each other totally INSUFFERABLE.
He hates the idea of someone watching over him, so he lashes at you multiple times a day, as you talk back to him.
"Can't you just not stick your fucking angelic spear in my cereals?"
Despite your hatred for him, you took the mission very seriously and watched over him to check all his moves, just in case he had bad intentions.
But if you could, oh you would have ran away from his repellent presence the second you saw him at the Hotel.
He despises you so much that he doesn't even dare to flirt with you. You heard right. ADAM.
It takes some next level skill to get on his nerves to the point where he doesn't even want to sleep with you. And he remarks it a lot.
You do the same honestly.
"An old hag like you can only DREAM of having a piece of the original dick!"
Your face distorts in disgust "I would rather swallow all of Lucifer's rubber ducks than even think about it!"
At least you agree on something.
So your dynamic mainly consists of fighting, shouting at each other, name calling, pointing at his throat with your spear, Charlie separating you two as soon as you start throwing hands.
Speaking of Charlie, she had some special classes to make you two get along but they made things worse if anything.
One of them lead to the biggest fight you and Adam ever had.
As soon as you both get up to go to your respective rooms, still shouting insults at each other, Angel Dust raises one of his hands.
"Is it me or I sense some unspoken sexual tension?"
Everybody groans in disapproval, but immediately starts placing bets. Angel Dust is the only one who bets that you two will end up fucking.
In your room, you try to cool down but Adam is just making your job impossible. You're in fact fuming just by thinking about him and his stupid pretty face and his way of talking back to you.
Exasperated, you knock at his door, face already hot in anger. You want to set things straight.
As soon as he opens the door and sees you, he's already annoyed.
"You're making my job fucking impossible, you know?! If you really want to redeem yourself maybe you can start collaborating instead of being the most fucking annoying being to ever land in Hell!" you scream, pointing a finger at him.
Adam gets close to your face, towering over you "I'm not the one who asked to have someone fucking glued to my ass, you know?!"
Neither of you noticed your proximity, not until your foreheads were touching and you were breathing heavily against each other's faces, both hot. From anger, or...you know.
And then, something happens.
You both just lean in and kiss.
Oh boy Angel Dust may be onto something.
The moment you and Adam start to make out is the one you realize that all that fighting was your way of denying something that is now obvious.
The magnetic, undeniable sexual tension that wasn't just some weird figment of imagination.
In a matter of seconds you're all over each other and Adam drags you inside his room. You shut the door, just in case.
After you're done you find something else to agree on! 1. Best sex ever 2. No one has to know 3. Never again
You end up having sex again that very same day. And everybody knows because they heard you downstairs. A very lucky day for Angel Dust's finances!
Neither of you knew that the others at the Hotel were aware so you two would try to sneak out to have sex discreetly.
"We'll go upstairs to...uh...FIGHT! You know? Because we always fight! And we're totally not going upstairs to have sex...'cause we would never have sex with each other!"
Except none of that is discreet, you two go absolutely wild at it.
Meanwhile, you and Adam start to open up to each other more, mainly during pillow talk. You find out that you have a common music taste, and humor. Conversations flow so naturally, something that you would have never guessed.
Something blossoms, and you and Adam realize that you are head over heels for each other.
In the end, Charlie brings up to you two that everybody at the Hotel knows that you have been hooking up. On one side, because she's genuinely happy that you two get along in one way or another. Second, Alastor threatened to obliterate you both if you don't stop exposing him to your obscenities.
So you and Adam decide to stop keeping it a secret, to both yourselves and the gang, and officially become a couple.
Let's say that you still are all over him but in a very different way.
The other guests at the Hotel start regretting the times when you two would just shout at each other incoherently.
Lots of PDA, that's the point.
Not in front of Alastor though, you don't want to risk anything.
But what's more redeeming than a really, really, really stupid love?
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hellish-sunsets · 1 month
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Curses and Blessings - Chapter 2
Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5
Summary:
In this part of the city, close to the outskirts, anyone and everyone could see the large building towering over the rest. It was in… not good condition, but better than the rest of the falling apart buildings, all bricks and old-fashioned architecture, with bright spotlights on the light up sign spelling out Hazbin Hotel. Obnoxious and pointless. 
Word Count: 1,554
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In the chaos of Pentagram City, where sinners ran amuck and you couldn’t go anywhere without running into some fucker doing the things that got them stuck here in the first place, no one gave a second glance when some random woman was thrown out of a rundown building into the alleyway. She slammed against the far brick wall with a grunt, but made sure not to fall to the ground. A large beast of a man followed with a glower, but kept himself firmly rooted in the doorway. 
“Get going, bitch! Unless you want to get yourself fucked up for real.”
She glared at him, taking a shaky step forward, one arm clutching at her bruised side.
“The fuck is your problem, man? I paid my rent!”
The man just shrugged, a cruel smirk twisting at his lips. “Yeah, but I found a pretty bitch willing to pay just as much, and she’ll fuck me too.” He said with a bark of laughter. “Looks like you’re out of luck. Now get out of here!.”
With that he slammed the door shut, shaking the doorframe, leaving her on the street. Again.
He didn’t even let her get her stuff, the jackass. Not that there was much. Everything important was in the bag slung over her shoulders. 
She leaned heavily against the brick wall, wincing in pain slightly as she opened the bag to double check everything was there. With a nod to herself, she pushed herself off the wall and trudged through the streets of hell, unconsciously tugging her left sleeve down to cover the mark on her wrist.
Alright, first thing first, get a place to stay for the night. That was easier said than done, of course. It was hell, filled with the worst of humanity. There wasn’t going to be any well wishers or good samaritans to help and plenty of greedy or perverted men. Probably both. She would have to be careful.
God, she was so tired of being careful.
Of course, the big issue was her lack of money. She already gave that jackass everything she had for rent. He most definitely wasn’t giving her that back. 
She sighed, glancing up. In this part of the city, close to the outskirts, anyone and everyone could see the large building towering over the rest. It was in… not good condition, but better than the rest of the falling apart buildings, all bricks and old-fashioned architecture, with bright spotlights on the light up sign spelling out Hazbin Hotel. Obnoxious and pointless. 
Everyone in hell knew about the Hazbin Hotel, the little pet project of one Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer himself. If it was brought up in conversation, it was with stifled laughter and condescension. As if anyone in hell was capable of something like redemption. Did she agree with them? She wasn’t entirely sure herself. If people didn’t want to change, then obviously they wouldn’t stand a chance. Maybe if they got a few people who actually gave a shit it might work out, but that was a big maybe.
Not of that really mattered right now. What did matter was that anyone could get in for free, and it was a hell of a lot better than a night on the streets. She didn’t want to think too hard about what commitment she was making by even approaching the front steps, but it couldn’t be anything too bad, right? From what she’s seen on TV, this Charlie girl seemed nice enough. The worst she could expect was what, some lame exercises? She could handle that. And it wasn’t like she was a shit person herself. She’d only been in hell for, what, three months? It would take more than that to drag her depressed ass down to these people’s level. She could manage this. She could do this, she could do this! She was already debating joining anyways, just to get out of her last building. 
She was dragged out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell, loud and very noticeable even from this side of the large double doors. She almost didn’t even realize she rang it. She took a few steps back, tugging her sleeve down again, anxiety clawing at her throat suddenly. After a few moments, she could make out the sound of hurried footsteps and voices. They hushed suddenly before the door was yanked open and she was greeted by the bright, warmth-filled smile of Charlie Morningstar herself, recognizable from her time on TV. Next to her was another woman, with gray skin and long white hair, not nearly as bright and bubbly. 
“Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Come in, come in!” Charlie all but shouted, ushering her inside the well lit lobby. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you’re here. Wait, I mean, um, My name is Charlie! It’s nice to meet you!” 
Charlie happily extended her hand and she hesitantly shook it.
“Um, Y/N…” she mumbled. “I’m, uh, here for a room? And, uh, the whole… thing you do here, I guess…”
“Great! Of course! Come on, let’s pick a room out for you and I can introduce you to the others! Oh, we can do session tonight! And then-” Charlie happily babbled on about sessions and introductions as she turned to lead the way. She hesitantly gave the other woman a look. She gave a friendly enough smirk and motioned for her to follow. 
“It’s Vaggie, by the way.” She mumbled so as not to interrupt Charlie’s rambling. She nodded in acknowledgement, not voicing her first thought which was how unfortunate that name was, but that wasn’t her place. 
As it turned out, the rooms here were a decent size, about what you would expect from a typical hotel with an attached bathroom. It was certainly a hell of a lot nicer than her last place. And she really didn’t have to pay rent? It seemed too good to be true.
“It’s… nice. Thank you.” She offered with a smile, making Charlie beam. She looked like she was going to say something, but Vaggie stepped in, placing a hand on her shoulder. 
“Why don’t you settle in, then you can join us at dinner.”
“Oh, yeah! We’re going to have dinner as a group today! Cook together and eat together, bring everyone together, it’s going to be great.” Charlie explained with her usual enthusiasm as Vaggie guided her towards the door. “Though, I guess you don’t have to help with the cooking today. You can join in next time! I’ll send somebody when it’s ready, okay?”
“Yeah, sounds good, sweetheart. Thank you again.” She replied politely, earning another beaming smile before Vaggie managed to get Charlie out of the room, closing the door behind them. She heard the girl’s excited voice as she was guided down the hallway. 
Y/N waited for it to be quiet before finally letting out the breath she was holding.
She could do this. 
She dropped her bag on the bed, then collapsed onto it face first with a thump. It smelled like fresh linen and laundry detergent, not even the faintest hint of mold or mildew. That, and the sheer softness of it forced a sigh out of her chest, her body melting into the comfort the blankets offered. Yeah, this would be okay. She just… had to keep herself in check, make sure she didn’t ruin this for herself, and make herself useful.
Just don’t be a burden.
She tensed up as the thought passed through her mind, and with it came the disdain of her fathers eyes. Don’t fuck this up, don’t be a buren. 
She dragged herself towards the pillow with a huff, burying her face in it and holding her breath, focusing on her heartbeat. She couldn’t let herself think like that, not now when she had to meet so many people before long. It would be fine, she was fine, it’s okay.
She didn’t even realize she had fallen asleep until the knocking at the door startled her awake. She immediately rushed for the door, yanking it open to the sight of a startled snake-like man. 
“Uh, hello! My name is Sir Pentious and Charlie has assigned me the job of escorting you to dinner.” He said, voice hissing with every syllable. She nodded.
“Of course, just, um, let me get myself ready.” She mumbled, leaving the door open as she headed towards the bathroom to look herself over, trying to tame her hair some and mentally prepare herself for what was to come. 
“We made a beef stew!” Sir Pentious offered from his spot at the doorway. “And that mark on your arm is very pretty! Mine isn’t nearly as appealing…” 
She froze at that, looking down at her wrist. Her sleeve must have gotten pulled up while she slept, revealing the array of gold and orange and pink. She cursed at herself and pulled her sleeve down. 
“I, uh, th-thank you!” she shouted back, wincing.
She had… complicated feelings about her mark and the whole… soulmate thing in general. It was just… better if she avoided the whole thing. She took a deep breath to steady herself and went out to Sir Pentious with a smile, at least pretending she was ready to meet everybody.
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miicycle · 3 months
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The Kung Fu Panda Movies have always had Mr. Ping give the moral of the story, and I think about that a lot. Yes, Po is usually out fighting bad guys when realizing where he should be mentally and skillfully, on his own when he gets the point of teachings. Ping is such an important person in Po's life, just as much as Shifu is needed to help Po learn Kung Fu.
Way more under the cut!!!
Kung Fu Panda 1: "You are almost ready to be entrusted with the secret ingredient of my secret ingredient soup. And then you will fulfill your destiny and take over the restaurant [...]" - Ping
"Secret Ingredient of my secret ingredient soup" being an allegory for Dragon scroll and "destiny" being Po becoming the Dragon warrior and "take over the restaurant" as being Oogway's successor.
Then it turns out the scroll is blank. And Ping feels its a good place to tell Po about the secret ingredient. NOTHING. For something to be special, you just have to BELIEVE it's special.
So Po, not needing any secret scroll or any cool powerup, wins against Tai Lung by believeing in himself.
Ping made him believe in himself. And when Po fulfills his destiny of defeating Tai Lung, he's PROUD!
Kung Fu Panda 2: "Po, your life may not have such a happy beginning, but look at how it turned out! You got me, you got kung fu! And you got noodles!" - Ping (and almsot identical quote said by Soothsayer)
And
Po: "I gotta go. I'm the Dragon Warrior, it's kinda my job to save Kung Fu. And if I don't, what am I?"
Ping: "You're my son! ... Right?"
The message is pretty clearcut, but it's repeated very heavily in the movie. Mr Ping may not be his father, but he is his dad. No matter where he came from, Po is Mr Pings son through and through and he very much loves him.
The scene where Po has been knocked into a river and saved by the Soothsayer, she says the same thing that Ping does. He didn't have a happy beginning, but what matters is who he is, and what he chooses to do now.
And the montage plays everything hes done up until now, but also empathizes the moments between Ping and Po. The last thing he sees in his mind is Ping being a dad, because he is Po's dad! Whatever happened before doesn't have bearing for who Po chooses to be. So when he chooses to be the son of a goose and the Dragon Warrior, nothing he finds out can change that.
Because Dragon Warrior or not, Po is Ping's son! Right?
Kung Fu Panda 3: "He's hurt. He's confused. And he still has to save the World! He needs both his dads." - Ping
"I realized that having you in his life doesn't mean less for me. It means more for Po." - Ping
And
"I'm not trying to turn you into me. I'm trying to turn you into you!" - Shifu
(Love how often Shifu and Ping mirror each other's roles btw they're both so important)
So these are a little less on the nose, but again super important. No matter what Po is going through, he still has to fulfill his destiny, and giving him support while he does so is the best they can do. Ping was initially worried of Li Shan stealing Po away, but realizes that bonding with his biological father doesn't take him away from Ping, just more love and support for Po.
But also, Po learning that he doesn't have to change drastically to reach his true potential. When Ping and Li Shan stand on the small platform and tell Po that they can help, along with all other pandas, Po has the realization that he can't turn them into him, just as Shifu can't turn him into Shifu, or Li Shan can't turn him into a typical panda.
Ping doesn't say a direct quote to mirror Shifu's, but he did initiate talking to Li Shan after Po and Li Shan had the liar reveal. Li never had the experience of having an arguement with his child, but Ping obviously does. So he takes it upon himself to keep being the rock that Po can lean on by talking to Li Shan and helping him realize that they have to be there for Po, no matter what happens.
Because again. Po is hurt. Po is confused. But he still has to save the world. He needs both his dads.
I love Ping so much for being a good dad in this way. He really plays well as a support character and is such a good parent. Yeah, Po may not fit the mold the way Ping expected (taking over the noodle shop etc) but hes still so proud!!!
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sissylittlefeather · 4 months
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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 2
A/N: Time for the second chapter in this time-traveling/soulmate AU! This is a reader insert Elvis x fem!reader. I had an absolute blast writing this chapter. I really hope y'all enjoy it!
PS- thanks, as always, to my besties @ccab and @elvisfatass for listening to me scream about this series and helping me when I ask!
Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! Drinking alcohol, lots of kissing, cussing, erections, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie... I think that's all.
Word count: ~5.5k
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Maybe he'll just stay with you forever.
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When you get back to the dorm, Elvis is all in a tizzy over your music. He wants to hear more, so you give him your iPod.
"What is this?"
"It's music. Here." You put the headphones over his ears and push play.
"Your records must be tiny!" He hollers over the sound of the music and you laugh.
"No records. The music is digital."
"Digital?"
"Oh man. How do I explain this? Just trust me. All the music is saved inside this thing."
"How many songs are in it?"
"It holds, like, thousands, but I think I have around 500. I don't buy as much music as I should." His mouth drops open and he looks down at the iPod.
"Can I take this back with me?"
"Absolutely not. But you're welcome to use it while you're here." He has another wave of hoping he never leaves.
"I love this." You can't help but smile at how excited he is.
"Okay, I need to get ready. I'm going to a friend's house for a game night tonight. Do you want to come with me?" He can't hear you over the music pumping through the headphones. You tap on his shoulder and he uncovers his ear.
"Huh?"
"Do you want to come with me to a friend's house for game night?"
"Oh, sure. I don't want to stay here by myself." Truthfully, he doesn't want to spend a minute away from you.
He goes back to listening to his music while you get ready. Watching you fix your hair and do your makeup is endearing to him. You realize he's staring as you swipe on your black eyeliner pencil.
"What?"
"Nothing. You're just real pretty." You feel your cheeks get hot.
"Thanks." You smile nervously. They definitely didn't exaggerate about how charming he is. Still, his presence is comforting for some reason and you'll miss him when you finally figure out how to get him home. That'll be your project tomorrow, though. Tonight's challenge will be introducing him to your friends without him finding out too much about himself.
When you're ready, you look over him to make sure he's not going to stand out too much. You get to his hair and frown.
"We need to do something about your hair."
"I can tell you right now what we're going to do. Nothing. My hair is fine." He moves his hands to his head protectively. He used half of your can of hairspray this morning fixing it. He's not going to let you touch it now.
"Okay, but no one does their hair like that anymore. You need to make it do this." You gesture to a poster on your wall of Joe Jonas with his hair in his face.
"No. Not happening." You laugh and reach up to tousle his hair and he grabs your wrists, laughing with you and hollering, "NO!"
He wrestles your hands back behind your back and pins you up against him. When he looks down at you, breathing heavily, you both stop laughing. The air between you is electric and he starts to lean in. His lips are almost to yours when there's a knock on your door.
"Y/n! Are you ready?" Katie busts through the door and Elvis lets go of you quickly. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were still here."
"Yeah, he's gonna be here for a bit. Is that okay?" You look at her with an awkward smile.
"Fine by me, as long as you two aren't too loud. These walls are thin, you know." You and Elvis both blush and she laughs. "We better go. I need to stop by the liquor store on our way there."
You nod. Luckily, Katie is 21, so you never have to worry about how to find alcohol for your parties. She walks out of your room and you look back at Elvis.
"I don't really drink." He shrugs.
"I know. It's okay. I hope you don't mind if I do."
"No it's- wait, how do you know?" You smile awkwardly again.
"I might've understated how much of a fan my grandma was. I know... things... about you."
"Like what else?!"
"Don't worry about it." You try to ignore your almost-encyclopedic knowledge of him.
"Come on, lovebirds! Let's go!" Katie hollers from the living room. Elvis takes your hand and you head out there to her. He's nervous, both to meet your friends and because you seem to know more about him than he does.
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"Guys, this is John. We met in Tupelo. He's staying here with me for a while. Be nice, please." You say sternly as you look around the room at your friends. They introduce themselves and shake his hand. Your friend Ashley doesn't waste any time noticing his appearance.
"You look just like Elvis. Man, y/n, you have a type, don't you?" You laugh awkwardly.
"Yeah, John is a big fan of Elvis too. Hence the hairstyle." Elvis soaks in how commonplace it is for these people to talk about him. How do they all seem to know him?
You quickly change the subject before someone says something about him that he doesn't need to hear.
"So, games? I need a drink." You walk to the kitchen with Elvis in tow to fix yourself a beverage. He watches as you look through the liquor bottles.
"What are you looking for?"
"I'll know it when I- ah ha!" You settle on a bottle of Malibu coconut rum. Then, you open the fridge and pull out a bottle of pineapple juice and mix them together in a Solo cup. You take a sip and revel in the sweetness and he just watches you curiously.
"Can I try that?"
"Thought you didn't drink?"
"It's 2007. I think I can live a little." You hand him the cup and he takes a gulp and then looks at you wide-eyed. "That tastes like dessert!"
"You like it?"
"Yes. This one is mine." You laugh and make yourself another drink. This could get interesting.
Katie calls to you from the living room that it's time to start the first game. The evening passes and you play through a board game and a round of charades. He has you make him two more drinks and you notice his laugh gets louder and he touches you more. He's not drunk, but he's certainly feeling a little relaxed. You're not complaining, though, because you've had the same number of drinks and he is looking more and more irresistible.
You settle in to be a team for a trivia game and he wraps his arm around your shoulders and kisses your cheek. You giggle a little and lay your head against him. Katie watches the two of you and smiles. She knows how you've been alone for a long time. It's nice for her to see you happy, even with this stranger you picked up mysteriously in Tupelo.
"Oh, this seems unfair. It's a pop culture card." Your friend Brandon holds up a card with questions to ask the two of you. "Topic is Elvis Presley." Elvis whips his head toward you and laughs. He can't believe he's a whole card in this game. You don't think much of it when Brandon reads the first question.
"What year did Elvis buy Graceland?" Elvis sits up and hollers.
"1957!" Then, it hits you that there might be something on that card that he shouldn't know. Suddenly, you dive across the table and grab the card from Brandon, sending game pieces flying, before he can read the next question.
"Hey! What the hell?" Brandon yells.
"It's uh, an unfair advantage. Just pick another card."
"Seriously? Come on, y/n."
"Pick another card. Please." Elvis looks at you strangely and tries to take the card from you. You shake your head and put it in your pocket. The game continues and you try not the think about the fact that he almost had to answer a question about the year he died.
At the end of the trivia game, you decide it's time to head home. It's after midnight and you're not sure Elvis should have another drink. Katie agrees since she has to drive home. As you're walking to the car, Elvis wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek again.
"That was fun. 2007 is fun." He whispers in your ear. He's obviously a little drunk, but so are you, so you don't argue. Instead, you turn to face him and throw your arms around his neck, stumbling backwards.
"We have a good time." When you get to the car, he presses you up against it with his body and looks down into your face. He leans down and presses his lips to yours gently. It feels like someone has lit your insides on fire in the best way possible.
"Get in the car, lovebirds." Katie yells at you from the driver's seat. He backs off of you and opens the door for you to slide into the back seat together. It doesn't take long for him to pull you into him and kiss you again. This time, it's an open-mouth kiss and his tongue dips in to move against yours. You begin to make out pretty heavily, his hands moving over your body.
"Hey! No sex in my backseat!" You hear Katie holler from the front. You both start to laugh and he kisses down your neck, muttering.
"No promises." Luckily, it's a short drive back to the dorm, so he doesn't get much further, but the elevator ride is not very much fun for Katie. Finally, you're back to your room and you stumble in laughing and kissing in turns.
"Elvis, wait." He pulls back and looks at you with his heavily-lidded bedroom eyes.
"Yes, honey?"
"Nothing, I just... I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He sits on the side of your bed and watches you walk away.
In the bathroom, you go and then stare at yourself in the mirror. You have an opportunity here to live a dream you've had since you were old enough to know what sex is. But it feels wrong to do it like this, with both of you drunk. You steel yourself for how you're going to tell him no and then open the door.
It turns out you don't have to worry about it, though, because he's fallen fast asleep on your bed, fully clothed. You sigh and then go to take his shoes and his belt off. You change into pajamas and climb into the bed next to him, taking a minute to just look at him. He really is as beautiful as you thought he would be. Pictures didn't do him justice. You reach out and run your fingertip across his brow and down his nose. This is a miracle.
Just then, he rolls over and puts his arms around you, pulling you in close to him. He kisses your forehead and whispers.
"G'night, honey."
You settle in for another night in his arms. Tomorrow you need to try to find a way to get him home, but tonight, he's yours.
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When you wake up in the morning, Elvis groans and pulls you in close to him.
"Good morning." You say quietly. He groans again and you realize he must be feeling his drinks from last night. You go to roll out of bed and he grabs you and holds you tighter.
"No, don't leave." He whines.
"I'm going to get you some water. It'll make you feel better; I promise." He nods and lets you go.
When you come back with the water, he's sitting up on the side of the bed with his head in his hands.
"Thank you." He takes the water and gulps it down.
"You'll feel better after some food. Take a shower and let's go get breakfast." He agrees and makes his way to the bathroom. You have a half-second fantasy of asking if you can get in with him, but you shake your head and get rid of that thought. You need to focus on trying to find a way to get him home.
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After eating breakfast, you both feel a lot better. You start to brainstorm ideas for what to do.
"What if we go back to where you showed up?"
"That's an idea." He looks down at his hands. He doesn't want to tell you that he'd rather stay, at least for a little while longer.
"Okay, well, let's try that today. You'll need to put your suit from the concert back on. You can't wear these clothes in 1957." He nods and you notice how quiet he is.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I just... I'm not sure I'm ready to go back."
"Elvis, you have to. You don't have a choice." He nods again and looks up at you, reaching across the table to put his hand on yours. He rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
"Do I have to go today?" The way he feels about you makes him never want to go.
"We don't know how long we might have to get you back. We need to try."
"Okay." He gives you a sad smile, pats your hand, and stands up, stretching and yawning. You make your way back to the dorm for him to change before you head to Tupelo.
******
When you get to the fairgrounds, you go back to where you were when he ran into you, or at least to the best of your memory.
"Now what?" He looks at you anxiously.
"I don't know. I've never done this before. You're the one who time-traveled. What did you do?"
"All I did was come down the stairs of the stage and try to find a place backstage to... well... I was backstage."
"Okay, but was there anything different about this show that hadn't happened before?" He blushes and thinks about the massive erection he had when he came off the stage. Surely that's not related.
"Not really, no."
"Nothing at all?" He looks at you exasperated. You have to remember.
"There was one thing. You really don't know what I'm talking about? Please don't make me say it."
"Oh! Oh my God. Yes. I remember." You laugh out loud and he rolls his eyes.
"I don't think that has anything to do with the time travel." He mutters.
"We don't know that. What if it does?"
"That makes no damn sense, y/n." He puts his hands on his hips.
"Okay, but we need to try to perfectly replicate the circumstances. So, y'know, get after it." You gesture to his crotch and try really hard not to laugh as he stares at you.
"I can't just make it happen!" His face is bright pink and you're about to die from suppressing laughter. You stand and stare at each other for a bit, not sure what to do next.
"Well."
"You could help me." He gets a devilish look in his eyes and you shake your head frantically.
"Noooooo, that's, I can't..."
"You had no problem last night getting me there." Now it's your turn to blush.
"Elvis!"
"It's true! This is your idea!"
"Okay? Never mind. You're right. This has nothing to do with the time travel."
"Now, we don't know that. We have to perfectly replicate the circumstances. That's what you said." He takes several steps towards you and you feel the energy build between you. You look up at him as he gets closer and puts his hands on your hips. "We have to try."
He leans down and kisses you gently a few times before the passion takes over and you throw your arms around his neck and slide your tongue into his mouth. Before you know it, you're both locked in a tight embrace, kissing deeply with your bodies pressed together. After a few minutes you pull back, breathing heavily.
"Is it working?" He shifts his hips and presses his erection into you.
"What do you think?" He kisses you again with a new desperation. There's a big part of him that starts to get worried that this will work. It definitely feels like you're on the right track, even if neither of you can explain it.
But other than a slight electricity and buzzing sound, nothing happens.
You get to the point where if you keep kissing, he's going to lay you down on the ground and have his way with you right there, and he almost does, but another group of tourists comes into view.
"Shit." He hisses and fixes his dick so that it's up under his belt again. You breathe deeply and smooth your hair.
"Let's go. This isn't working." He says a silent prayer of thanks and nods. You head for your car before the group of tourists can spot him and ask to take pictures or something, assuming he's the most effective tribute artist of all time.
In the car, he looks over at you from the passenger seat and smiles.
"So now what are we doing?"
"I have no idea. I'm supposed to go out with my friends tonight. I'm not sure you should come."
"Why not? I promise I won't get drunk again."
"No, that's not it. I just... we're going to a club. I don't think it's going to be your scene."
"What kind of club?" A nightclub doesn't sound so bad to him.
"A hip-hop club."
"Hip what?" You roll your eyes and laugh. Sometimes he sounds like your grandpa.
You rifle through the cds on your visor and pull one down that's labeled "rap mix" with some doodles drawn on it in sharpie. When the bass beat hits, he looks at you with his eyes wide.
"Is this-"
"Music made by Black people, mostly." You cut him off before he can say something indicative of the time he came from.
"And you listen to it?"
"Oh yeah. We don't really... separate... like it used to be. Things have changed quite a bit..." His eyes light up.
"I wondered, since your friends were... not all white..." You forgot that it might've been a little shocking to him to see how diverse your group of friends was last night. Still, he seemed to take it in stride.
"Anyway, we're going to a place where they play this kind of music and people dance."
"I like to dance."
"This is gonna be dancing like you've never seen before."
"Everything here is like nothing I've ever seen before."
"You promise you won't get all weird and judgy?" He puts his hand on his heart.
"I promise. How bad can it be?" You think to yourself that it might actually be better if he has a few drinks first and then put the car in drive.
******
A couple of girls come over to get ready with you and Katie and pre-party before the club. They fawn over how cute "John" is and mix up some Malibu and pineapple. He looks at you sheepishly.
"Can I have one? I won't have as many as last night."
"I'm not your mother. Have as many as you want." You laugh. He grabs a cup and takes a sip, smiling. He stays in the living room on the couch marveling at how many channels are on your tv while you go in the bedroom with the girls to get dressed.
"Y/n, he is SO CUTE. He looks super familiar, though. How did you meet him?" Your friend Nicole remarks.
"It's because he looks like Elvis Presley." Ashley chimes in with her observation from last night.
"Yeah, I guess he kinda does in the right light. I met him when I went to Tupelo." You try to downplay how much he looks like Elvis because he is Elvis. Now it's Katie's turn to jump in.
"I'd love to hear the story of how you met. Because you were only in Tupelo for a few hours. And somehow you came back with this perfect guy."
"Oh, well, I went to the fairgrounds and we just sorta bumped into each other." You leave out the time-traveling bit.
"Shit, maybe I need to go wandering around Tupelo too." Nicole laughs and you pull an outfit out of your closet. You squeeze into the hot pink bodycon dress and slide the black vest over it, fastening the single button up under your boobs. You finish teasing your hair and put on a pink headband with a tiny bow. Your eyeliner is perfect and you're excited for Elvis to see you so dressed up. Once everyone is ready two drinks later, you make your way into the living room to grab Elvis and head to the club.
When he sees you, his mouth literally drops open. Up until now, you've had on jeans and a t-shirt or pajamas. This outfit shows off all of your assets and he's in awe. The other girls notice the way he looks at you and start to giggle. He sets his drink on the coffee table and walks directly to you, never taking his eyes off of you.
"This outfit is... wow." You look around at the other girls just standing and watching.
"Thanks. What?" He shakes his head a little.
"Nothing, you're just gorgeous, honey, that's all." You have the thought that you should just take him into your bedroom and let everyone else go to the club without you, but Katie speaks and shatters your daydream.
"Okay, lovebirds. Let's go. The club is waiting."
******
When you get to the club, there's a line outside but you can hear the thumping bass beat from where you stand. It's September, so the evening is chilly and you shiver in your sleeveless dress. Elvis doesn't think twice before wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. You meet up with some of your guy friends and make it inside fairly quickly. You let your friends walk a few paces in front of you so that Elvis's reaction will go unnoticed. Once you get to a place where you can see the dance floor, you're glad you gave him some space.
"Holy shit." He looks around with his eyes damn near popping out of his head.
"Okay, you promised. No judgy bullshit." He turns and looks at you.
"This is amazing."
"Wait, really? I figured you'd get all shy and weird because, well, sex." He gives you a disapproving look.
"I've had sex before."
"Well, I know that, but still. I also know how and where and when you grew up."
"Looks like I finally know more about me than you do. Do you dance?" You're pleasantly surprised by his reaction.
"I do. I actually love to dance."
"Well, then, let's go." He grabs your hand and makes a beeline for the dance floor. Once you're out there, you turn to him.
"Are you ready for this?"
"Hell yeah." You turn around again and put your ass on him and begin to grind. He laughs out loud and puts his hands on your hips. It doesn't take him long to figure out how to move with you. This shouldn't shock you as much as it does, considering all the stage performances you've seen of his. You knew he could move his hips. The song ends and you face him, ready for him to say he's had enough, but the next song is one of your favorites. You put your hands on his shoulders and body roll into him.
"Yes, honey, I like this." He leans down and whispers in your ear as you continue to move together. You spend the next three hours either on the dance floor or taking short breaks at the table with your friends before he inevitably grabs your hand and drags you out to dance again.
By the time you leave, you're both so drenched in sweat that his shirt is soaked through and your hair is wild. On the way home, you sit in the way back seat of your friend's suburban and he wastes no time in wrapping himself around you and kissing you. Your friends laugh as you make out like teenagers and Katie hollers.
"Yeah, they do that."
Back at the dorm, you barely notice your friends as they continue the party in the living room and you tumble into your room with Elvis. You can still hear the bass beat from the music in the living room, so you push him into a sitting position on the side of your bed.
You turn away from him, putting both hands on his knees, and grind your ass against him. Then, you bend over in front of him and touch your toes, slipping your shoes off. He reaches out and puts both hands on your ass cheeks and grunts.
"Mmm, don't stop."
You turn to face him and unbutton your vest, sliding it off and throwing it to the side. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your cleavage, pressing his lips to the soft skin of your breasts. You unbutton his shirt and pull it off of his shoulders. Then, you pull your dress up and climb onto his lap, straddling him. You continue to grind against him to the beat from the living room, feeling his hard cock pressing against you as you do. He slides both hands up your thighs underneath your dress.
"Can I?" He looks up at you desperately and you nod. He tugs on the hem of your dress and pulls it up over your head and off. As he looks at you sitting on him in nothing but your bra and panties, he whispers.
"Wow." You lean in and kiss him deeply, skin pressed against his. He leans back until you're laying on top of him in the bed and then rolls over so that he's on top. He leaves a trail of soft kisses down your chest and reaches behind your back to try to undo your bra, but is completely confused by how different the clasp is from what he's seen before.
"What the hell is this?" You sit up and unhook it easily. He shrugs. "Okay, I'll figure that out later."
You laugh and he removes your bra, tossing it to the side. He goes back to kissing your chest, paying special attention to your nipples. You arch your back with the sensation of his warm mouth on you. He kisses down to your hip and then slips your panties down to your ankles and off. Going back to your center, he slides one finger into you and presses it in and out.
"You want me, baby?" He asks, voice dripping with lust.
"Use your mouth first." You respond breathlessly. He freezes and then sits up, looking at you.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I-I-I've never..." He stutters nervously.
"Shit, I'm sorry, never mind. I forget how young you are."
"Now, wait a minute. I'm older than you." You don't know how to explain to him that you forget he isn't who he will become yet.
"It's okay. Just keep going."
"Tell me how to do it." You sit up on your elbows.
"It's really okay. You don't have to."
"I want to. Tell me what to do." A thought comes to you. Are you really the woman that teaches Elvis Presley this skill?
"Okay, well, just put your tongue here and move it around like this." You put your finger on your clit and rub it in circles and over the top, pleasuring yourself. You moan softly at the feeling and he nods and leans down, pressing his mouth to you. He starts to move his tongue and you moan a little louder. You feel him smile and he starts to get a little more bold with his movements. He slides his finger back inside you and continues licking your clit. He sucks on it lightly and then goes back to moving his tongue on you. It doesn't take long for him to figure out how to read your body for signs he's on the right track and you feel the coil of your orgasm tighten.
"Oh, fuck, Elvis!" You cry out as the coil snaps and you feel the waves of pleasure crash into you from every angle. He laughs as you come hard on his hand, feeling your walls pulse around his finger.
"Ha! That's never happened before. That was... wow." He looks at you with sparkly eyes and you breathe heavily through the high of your climax.
You sit up and push his pants down his legs and off, letting his cock bounce free. You stroke him for a bit and he leans his head back with his eyes closed and mouth open slightly.
"You want to fuck me, Elvis?"
"God, yes, y/n, that's all I want." You pull his hips down to yours and line him up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly and rests his forehead on your shoulder until he's filling you fully. "Mmm, goddamn." His voice is husky and deep.
You moan softly as he begins to pump in and out of you with more speed. His hips slam against yours to the rhythm of the music still coming from the living room. You fuck like this for a while with him on top of you, but eventually you push him onto his back and climb on top of him, sinking down onto his cock.
"Fuck, yes, Elvis." You start to grind your hips against him, pushing him deeper and deeper and he groans.
"'M gonna come, baby. You feel so damn good." You nod and keep going and he pops his eyes open. "Do I-"
"I'm on birth control."
"What?"
"I'll explain later just don't stop!" He pulls you down to his chest and fucks into you from underneath until he can't stand it anymore.
"Fuck, yes!" He shudders and pumps into you weakly a couple more times. You lay on his chest for a bit trying to catch your breath. Then, you slide off of him and settle in the crook of his arm. He turns toward you and kisses you fully on the mouth. "That was incredible! I've never done it like that before!" You giggle at his enthusiasm.
"Like what? With the girl on top?"
"Yes and without pulling out."
"Oh. Yeah it's a miracle of the modern age."
"Well, I love it. Goddamn, I'm in love with you now." He laughs and kisses you again. You're not sure he's kidding, even though he laughs.
That's when you hear it. The buzzing sound gets louder and louder and you notice that there's a spot next to your bed where the air looks wavy.
"Elvis, look!" He sits up and looks where you're pointing.
"What is that?"
"I think it's how you get home!" His face falls and his heart drops. He wasn't kidding about being in love with you. He can't go now, not after what you just did together. "Get dressed! You have to go!"
"No, I don't want to."
"Elvis, you have to. You can't stay here forever. You have to be... you." You jump out of bed and gather his suit. "Come on!"
He gets out of bed reluctantly and gets dressed, looking at the mysterious portal with disdain. You throw on your robe and sit on the side of the bed. Once he's fully dressed, he pulls you into him and kisses your cheek.
"I'm not ready to leave you." All of a sudden, tears gather in your eyes and a lump forms in your throat.
"I know. But you have to." He pulls back and looks you in the eyes.
"I wasn't kidding about loving you. Come with me!"
"I can't! Elvis, please just go. This isn't going to get any easier." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He grabs your face and kisses you one last time.
"I'll never forget you, honey." He caresses your cheek and then turns away, walking through the wavy air. He disappears and there's small pop as the portal goes away too.
You sit on the side of your bed and cry, tears falling into your lap as your shoulders shake.
You love him even more than you did before. Now he's real and you'll never forget the days when he was yours.
******
A year later, you go to Graceland for the anniversary of Elvis's death. You never stopped looking for him after he left, but you're starting to lose hope that you'll ever see him again. You do an evening tour and somehow manage to find yourself alone in a corner of the house. You break down crying, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. You miss him with every fiber of your being.
And then you hear it. The buzzing sound. And the air gets wavy in front of you. Could it be? It has to be. You jump up and walk slowly towards the portal, your heart beating wildly in your chest...
******
Chapter 3 coming soon!
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i know u dont rework arcs untill theyre complete but im very excited to see what you do with a starless clan, theres so much exciting things happening in this arc to work with. do you have any changes you already know for sure you’ll be incorporating?
No for-sures. I don't want to make any for-sures. I have ones I'm feeling but I don't want to call ANYTHING a for-sure yet. I need to find out what the ending is, WHERE this is all going, because I have a strong philosophy in my writing that a story is like a spear;
IT'S ALL ABOUT GETTING TO THE POINT.
But we are 4/6 of the way in, so I CAN start talking about thoughts!
I'm actually leaning pretty heavily towards axing Nightheart as a POV. There's still time for the books to turn around and justify it, BUT HEAR ME OUT
(Saying AS someone who is a Nightheart Enjoyer)
So far I'm really feeling that his character would benefit from us never being inside of his head, or seeing what he's been going through. As much as I WILL stand by that I enjoyed books 1 and 2 and liked his perspectives there, I'm starting to think that it would serve the story a lot better for Sunbeam and Frostpaw to be guessing just as much as we are.
We'd get introduced to Nightheart on the journey for catmint.
Sunbeam connects with him immediately, because she's tossed on this mission while she's in the middle of a swirling tide of drama. With nothing but Clerics and a hardened Rootspring to the left and her ex-bestie (exstie) to the right, he's really her only other choice for companionship. She's chronically unable to stop problems before they get out of hand, the sort of person who becomes frozen by indecision, and then here comes this Glorious Bastard
In her eyes, he's so caring, and bold, and fun! He's the first one to jump headlong into danger, to really be interested in her problems and just let her talk, and his story is so heartbreaking! A mother who's so hard on him... and his Clan is so mean all the time, but he wants to prove to all of them that he's more than just Firestar's descendant... but he was so brave to choose his own name.................
And then, when she follows him into ThunderClan, she learns he fucking lied. She changed Clans based on SOB STORIES
When she first comes, no one knows what he's been saying behind their back. Even if they did, they don't want to start trashing Nightheart right to his new mate's face. But then he LEAVES, and Sunbeam will bring up,
"Maybe it was because you were hard on him?"
And then Sparkpelt tries to agree, just to take blame onto herself and stop all this, but Finchlight's had eNOUGH and ends up setting the record straight;
"No this is DEFINITELY another tantrum. He already ran off once before."
"NO he didn't pick his own name, he stopped the whole ceremony to complain and Bramblestar gave him a compromise"
"MEAN to him?? I had to do HIS WORK because he couldn't STAY ON THE GROUND"
"Oh he's buckling under the weight of his legacy? that must be so hard. I was cat-fifteen when i punched my first fascist and he was wearing the face of my grandpa."
"His mom aba-WHAT?? ABANDONED???? OUR MOTHER WAS EXILED AND HE STAYED HOME!!!!! WE WERE CAT-FIFTEEN!!"
With this false hope shattered, Sunbeam is thrown into a devastating situation where... her mother was right. She was tricked. And now she's stuck in this new Clan without any of her old friends, without this mate who was too-good-to-be-true, the ONE impulsive choice she's made on her own in her WHOLE LIFE turns to ashes in her mouth. She can't go back, either, because Berryheart would NEVER let her live this down.
But... it's okay.
It's a slow shock, to make a choice SO impulsive and SO self-concerned, and find a safety net below her. It's going to be okay. The trials are fair. The cats of ThunderClan interrupt and speak over each other, but, that teaches her to be more assertive. Sparkpelt and Finchlight are not the mean assholes that Nightheart built them up to be, and they'll support her no matter what she chooses to do with her possible mate.
I want Nightheart TO get better, but, in order for that to happen, he has to face, and, more importantly, ACCEPT consequences. He needs to develop the maturity to say, "I acted like a brat and didn't appreciate what I had. and I'm sorry. you don't have to forgive me."
Bottom line being, Nightheart is striking me lately as a character that works best as unpredictable, because we have NO IDEA what's truly in his head. It would be interesting for him to have a novella later, but as it stands, his POV has consistently just been a duplicate since he joined ShadowClan. We gained NOTHING from splitting the Frostpaw Journey of the newest book in half POV, and VERY little from splitting the ShadowClan one into half POV.
I might reduce the POVs to 2, just Sunbeam and Frostpaw, or change Nightheart's to Lightleap. If I NEED 3 main characters, then they should all be a consistent camera on different parts of the conflict.
Again. I do not commit to changes until the arcs are done. Nothing in BB!ASC is set yet.
But here's some other little things I'm thinking,
Bramblestar is VOTED out.
He does not step down. The little "game" he played with Nightheart to create a situation to yell at Squilf, who hasn't been his mate in a long time in BB, was the LAST straw for ThunderClan.
They had sympathy for him before that point, because of what he went through with Ashfur, but his leadership was long and controversial even before the Impostor.
And there's a really strong sentiment that IF Bramblestar had been a good leader... they would have realized he was possessed sooner. So, there are those who partially blame him for the tyranny of the Impostor.
Basically; enough is enough.
Berryheart's hate group has ACTUAL consequences. Someone gets killed; probably Antfur, who survived the last arc to die here.
More fights. This arc has been too bloodless. Already planning SEVERAL sudden, random brawls in RiverClan as tensions boil.
Heartstar is going to be MORE controversial. Not controversial enough in canon imo. I don't like how Leaf and Squilf seem like they have "hypothetical" issues with the invasion instead of being able to point at REAL ones.
riverclan didn't forget how to do the chores they've done their WHOLE lives, no. I'm going to talk about POWER VACUUMS and create ACTUAL factions that begin to coagulate in RiverClan.
if we're going to have a brainless plot about how "Well Ackshually democracy has enough problems to make us reconsider not having unaccountable, tyrannical dictators, because a vote could maybe be called over One Single Issue" then I'll talk about shit like the spoiler effect, mob mentality, and factionalism. Get the hell out of my way ERIN I'll cook
No Smoky. Society has progressed past the need for Smoky. No Smokyng Area.
Whistlepaw should to try and take care of her ALONE, not trained enough to take care of SUCH bad wounds and barely able to keep her trembling paws straight, and Frostpaw realizes that she's making her watch her own friend die.
Is this how her life is going to end? slipping away under the paws of someone she loves, for what? pride? to do what her mother told her-- trust no cat?
As she TRUSTS Whistlepaw? Trusts her SO much, that Frostpaw will force her to be the only witness to her death?
FROSTPAW CALLS THE HUMAN
...which in BB, is a team of researchers. She drags herself to them, and collapses. This is why they just HAPPENED to have the proper equipment on them; they're WILDLIFE VETS.
Not sure how I'm going to handle Frostpaw's Journey though. In BB, the Park Cats are already a foundational part of Clan Culture.
In all honesty, while I HAVE to praise the fact that the Erins have FINALLY created ONE outsider group that isn't malicious or defenseless... I don't much care for them.
sending frostpaw on a side quest to what's essentially a big DOTC reference. Look! It's that group we introduced in the last 5 chapters of our latest glorified recap! cooool.
We're just going to get nothing but fucking founders in every dream from now on. I'm SURE of it.
As a consolation prize to myself though I will be writing cool angel scenes of the absolute BEING that Riverstar has become in heaven.
Riverstar (normal cat): "Elder Bones I'm going out!"
"not dressed like THAT you're not!!!"
Riverstar (the manifestation of the river, the rain in the sky above, and the abyss below, and how through water we are all truly connected as one being): "better?"
I will probably keep the Park Cats and rework them significantly, but I'm leaning pretty heavily towards Frostpaw visiting a LOT of places. A holy pilgrimage.
ESPECIALLY one of the Tribe's three wards; the River Ward. The Tribe of Rushing Water believes (it's even in the name) that water connects all things.
So I think it would be really fitting for Frostpaw to learn from MANY perspectives, starting with this philosophy put forth by the River Ward.
And she realizes-- that's what Riverstar is, as well. As a being. He is mentoring her on this pilgrimage, while barely saying a word. She can feel him wherever she is, because he isn't JUST the God of the River.
He is connection. He is peace. He's water. Too much and you'd drown, not enough and you'd thirst.
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mastersoftheair · 24 days
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So just to clear the air (and I guess my massive confusion) Harry never slept with Sandra, correct? I gotta say I need to read his memoir at this point as he is so intriguing to me, as well as masters of the air book, but like you said it’s a “blink and miss it” thing. I didn’t interpret it as anything more than having a few friendly conversations. It was more about emotional infidelity to me than physical, but given the circumstances and that exact heartbreaking point in time for Harry I can’t find it in me to blame either of them.
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for me, ig i'm coming at my position from a place of bias. i'd read crosby's "a wing and a prayer" sometime in either 2021 or 2022 (those years blend together tbh), so i've had a lot of time to think about those 2 and their relationship and i lean towards "yeah, it likely happened" (this is a long response btw bc i'm quoting from the memoir):
crosby introduces his new friend, alexandra "landra" wingate (aka sandra westgate), in the chapter "learning about americans from the british" (this chapter was basically what we see in episode 6). moving on from this tho–
in the chapter "with landra in london", he expands on their growing relationship and the reader learns more about landra (she is genuinely Such an interesting person, and probably a spy). crosby writes about her with such admiration, regularly bringing up how smart she is. also, she's a captain!
this chapter's pretty important in how i formed my opinion on the matter. i understand the argument that the closeness of their relationship was intentionally left vague, but this chapter reads in a way that makes it feel Heavily implied despite not saying a lot (especially alongside crosby's emphasis on his wife jean being "four thousand miles away", as well as his own loneliness and despair wrt to all the missing and dead). there are some standout lines here:
-"I had Jean at home and Landra in England." (not a red flag, but it's a flag) -"I started seeing Landra every time I could." (cool) -"All I knew was that [Landra] was making my life much more endurable." (also cool) -"I did not tell Jean about Landra." (the last sentence of the chapter. it gave me pause and almost instantly reshaped the way i viewed that whole chapter)
the next chapter, "r&r with jean", crosby recalls how much the war took a toll on both him and his relationships. for a time, jean wrote more letters to croby than the other way around ("I began to skip writing to her."). i assume crosby must've been radiating Exceptionally negative energy bc he gets told this: "Croz, we can't stand to have you around. We want you back, but we want you to go home for a while." (i found the phrasing here really funny tbh. your vibes Suck! just Get Out of here!!)
so, crosby contemplates seeing jean again, wondering how both of them may have changed. he also brings up landra, for Some Reason: "What would I think of her? Protected in the States as she was, how would she compare to Landra? Now that I had grown so much, had such experiences, how would Jean and I fit together?"
the rest of the chapter Is about meeting and catching up with jean, however, and you can tell that he loves her a Ton. it's very sweetly written (he also basically ends the chapter saying "btw, we conceived our first child ;) ")
the final chapter about landra is "london junket" which begins with "When I returned from the United States and my idyll with Jean, I knew I had to do something about Landra." i think that sentence alone is pretty damning. if landra was just a friend, why would you be anxious about calling a friendship off? is it a guilt thing?
the context here is that crosby feels Far less lonely and depressed. he's met up with jean, life in london is finally "a delight". i found that important bc it gives me the impression that crosby desperately wanted companionship (possibly of two kinds), and he found that in landra– a friend and a maybe a [REDACTED]. now that he's having a great time with his friends in the 100th And he's met up with his wife, that itch's been scratched (that's just my opinion tho). bc of that, he decides to say goodbye to landra. they have this exchange:
"When a month passed after you were to return, and you did not phone me," she said, "I suspected that it was over. You found things good with Jean?" I told her about R&R in the U.S. I told her more about Jean. I told her about Stephen Patrick, Jeffrey Allen, or Evalyn. "When I realized you were gone," she said, "I no longer said no to a nice American at my office. I have been with him several times. I like him." (interesting) "I’m glad." (also interesting) "He is not married, He is not so dashing as you, but we have good times together." Me "dashing"? That was not my self-image. So much for Landra."
all put together (and with over 2 years to think about it), i Really kinda saw That Scene coming. but, like i said, i had that bias. and since i'd had a good amount of time to think about them, i came out the other end still excited to see them on screen. i found (and still find) landra a fascinating woman who must've had an exciting life (crosby's okay too ig lol). i also see them as a couple of imperfect, even selfish, 20somethings (speaking as an imperfect and selfish 20something). not to be corny, but "it takes 2 to tango". landra is Very intelligent, and crosby recounts how that aspect of hers left him in awe. she'd've 100% known the guy was married. and if signs point to her having had sex with the man, then she either made peace with it or simply didn't care (a lot of women are like that). plus, they're real people and real people contain multitudes idk. maybe some wife somewhere across the atlantic is hard to care about if you've never met her and never will. maybe it's hard to consider your wife's feelings in the midst of your own misery. a female character doesn't have to be wholesome and pure to be considered well-written. that certainly doesn't apply to most male characters. like you said, no one is perfect!
maybe, crosby left it vague out of respect to his wife. maybe it's vague bc nothing happened anyway (funny way to write it tho). maybe the wingate family wanted to avoid association with MotA bc it Literally didn't happen. or maybe they know it happened, but want to keep her name clean out of respect (who wants one brief relationship that happened 80 yrs ago to define you/your loved one decades later? that's 100% understandable). whichever the case, even crosby's kids are in a 50/50 split. i still lean towards "it happened", but it doesn't make me dislike either of them. they're flawed and i can respect that more than the show portraying either as picture perfect.
NONE of this is to say that i'm cool with cheating (or giving a "world war cheating pass", so to speak). while i find it realistic, it still wouldn't have been fair to jean, whether she knew about it or not (being a woman in the 1940s wasn't easy by any stretch). this Also isn't to dismiss anyone else's opinion on the matter, bc cheating on your partner is still a shitty thing to do. this whole spiel of mine is bc i like to share my opinions and i'm allergic to being concise. i write like i talk and on all levels except physical, anon, i'm giving you a long-winded rant over coffee and croissants lol
thanks for the ask!
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Part 2 of Strawberry Shenanigans
Part 1 here!
Summary: It was supposed to be a simple pocky game between you and Gojo. You were both bored and Gojo was the one who came up with the idea in the first place. It was a simple game meant to cure boredom but how did you end up straddling Gojo's lap, his arms around your waist as he stares at you with those beautiful blue eyes, a seductive look on his face!?!
warning: 18+ minors avoid!
tags: Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Fluff and Smut, Lap sex
word count: 3684
For some reason, Satoru's face was smushed into your chest. You couldn’t see his face, only his white hair. You could feel him breathing, his hands were wrapped snugly around your waist, pulling your body into his. 
“So how long do you plan to use me as your living teddy bear?” You asked Satoru in amusement. 
“As long as you permit me to,” he yawns, pressing his face even deeper into your chest. “Tiddy soft and warm, don’t ever wanna let go of ya.” 
You chuckle, playfully swatting at his shoulder. “Pervert. Well you need to let go of me soon, I need to go take a shower soon.” 
“Gimme a couple more minutes then we go shower together,” Satoru replied sleepily. 
“Hmm? I don’t recall you inviting you to shower with me.” 
“We need to conserve water, don’t you know how expensive water bills are nowaday?” 
“That rich coming from a guy who takes 2 hours in the bathtub. Doesn’t your clan pay your water bills anyways?” 
“No comment. Hey babe?” 
“Yea?”
“Let's have sex.” 
“What.” 
“Right here, right now. I want to take you now,” Satoru peels himself away from your chest and stares at you. His blue eyes resembled sad puppy eyes but you could see the hint of mischief sparkling. 
“Yo….you haven’t even taken me on a date yet!” You stuttered quite flustered by what he said. 
“I'll make it up to you. Please?” He pouted even harder. 
"I... I... I..." It was getting incredibly hard to look at Satoru. So you turn your head to the side trying to hide your embarrassed face. Normally whenever Satoru pouts, you had to resist the urge to punch him but the request he just made had you seriously consider it. 
Satoru gently puts his hands on your face and makes you turn to look back at him. “I know you want it”. He leans into your ear and whispers, “I heard you masturbating, whimpering my name.” 
You choke, your face flushed. You have never ever been so embarrassed like this before. If only the ground would swallow you now. "N-No way...I w-wasn't that loud…” 
Satoru tilts his head back and lets out a loud laugh, his hands letting go on your face. He wheezes very hard, you could hear him gasping for air. His head tilted to the side, a teasing look on his face. “I was kidding! Made a guess, damn that so cute.” He grins evilly at you, “Soo what you were thinking of when you masturbated to me huh? Me taking you in my bed while I whisper sweet things into your ear? Or maybe…you prefer it rough and hard as I fuck you stupid against a wall?” 
Sirens were going off like crazy in your head. Oh you were so mortified. You couldn’t even jump out the window to escape since you were on the ground floor. Heart thumping crazily hard, you became aware of how heavily you were sweating. You catch a glimpse of your reflection, seeing how red your face was. 
“I did the same too. Thought of under me moaning my name while I watch my cock slide in and out of you. Thought a lot more nasty stuff too. Want me to describe them?” You were too speechless to say anything. 
“Sorry, did I tease you too much?” Satoru puts his head against your forehead. “If I say anything more, I think you will explode.” 
You draw a heavy breath mustering strength to regain yourself, “Well no shit.”  
“Ahh there your pretty voice again. I wonder how it will sound like screaming my name?” He smirks, eyes fluttering at you.
“SATORU!!!” 
“Ok heh I stop.” His teasing face shifted to a more serious look. “You don’t understand what you do to me. Do you know how many times I jacked off to you, wishing I had the real thing? Your so fucking pretty, it hurts.” 
“Well,” you drawl out, “You had the real thing on your lap now. Whatcha gonna do?” 
“Hmm,” Satoru pretends to be deep in thought. “I watch those pretty tits of yours bounce as I fuck you on my lap, how bout that?” 
You nodded, “Ok” whimpering as you said it. You couldn’t help but feel aroused, clenching your thighs against Satoru's waist. He moans and grips your thighs. “Oh the things I'm going to do to you, pretty girl. You're gonna be screaming my name all night.” 
Your heart beats fast, as you mentally prepare yourself for what gonna happen. Satoru licks your lips, you moan softly, and his tongue slips into your mouth. It was a gentle kiss as Satoru takes his time exploring your mouth. His tongues entwined with yours. For a long time he kissed you and the two of you were lost in each other's lips. His lips left yours and he looks at you fondly, adoration in his eyes. He looks so gentle, the moonlight bathing over him. His white hair resembles the clouds. His eyes draw in you like the deep blue of the ocean. You were drowning in him, all that you think of was him. At that moment, he didn’t look like the world strongest sorcerer. He was just an ordinary man who looked at you like you were his everything. 
You tugged at his white tee. “Off,” you softly demanded. Satoru removes his tee in one swift movement. You could see his abs flexing, his chest moving up and down. You traced his muscles and scars, admiring the man under you. He was sculpted like a Greek god, leaving you breathless. You glanced at his face, it was slightly turning red. He was breathing heavily. Your eyes catch his, a gaze that nearly has you melting. Your eyes left his to look at his pecs. They were much bigger than you thought. You lightly squeezed them. You whisper faintly, “Damn your mantiddies are huger than mine.” 
Satoru blinks looking dumbstruck before letting out a laugh. “Way to ruin the mood, babe.” He sweeps his hair back in a very attractive way. “As much as I love to take my time enjoying you, I’m so hard it hurts.” 
“Eh?” You feel something hard poking your thighs. Was that always there before or were you so focused on enjoying Satoru's body that you miss that? Your head whiplashes to look at Satoru, your cheeks feeling red and heavy. Satoru grinds against you and you let out a choke as you feel his bulge. His hand takes yours and he places your hand on his bulge. Your eyes shot wide open. His hand enveloping your forcefully made your hand squeeze his erection. It felt big and hot. Your hand jerks away as you stare at Satoru feeling aroused. 
“If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to cum soon. I rather cum you inside you. Here what gonna happen. I’m going to take off your clothes ok, baby gurl?” You nodded really hard in response, eager for Satoru touches. 
“That my girl,” he whispers seductively. His hands unbuttons your blouse, one button at a time. It felt like time had slowed down, you focused on yours and Satoru breathing. Your blouse now fully unbuttoned, your chest revealing a light blue bra. Satoru stares at your chest for a moment. “Is that the lingerie set, I saw you staring at it through the window and made fun of you, the other day we were shopping together?” 
“Yes…” you shyly admit. This particular piece caught your eyes as its blue and white hues reminded you of Satoru. “Do you like it?” 
“Fuck yea I do. Fuck, you look so incredibly fucking sexy right now. How did I ever get someone as beautiful as you to like me back?” He murmurs. He yanks your bra down and squeezes your chest. You let out a groan. His hands grope at your chest, playing with it. His thumb traces your areola, brushing against a nipple. You shivered and whimpered.  “So sensitive,” Satoru murmurs. His tongue teasing your breasts as he did a short lick on a nipple, your hips bucking as he did that. “Please…” You cried out. Your hands are placed on Satoru chest to support yourself. 
“Please what? Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want, darling,” he teases as continue to trail his tongue on your chest. “Please play with my chest….” you said quietly, slightly embarrassed. “As you wish, Princess.” He licks at your nipple and takes it into his mouth. His mouth feels warm and wet as you bite back a moan. He gently sucks at the bud. You feel his other hand teasing your other nipple. Satoru releases your nipple from his lips only to suck on it hard. While he does that, he pinches the other nipple. He releases your nipple with a pop and repeats to the other nipple. He does this for a few minutes and you could feel yourself getting even wetter. 
You couldn’t help but grind yourself on his leg. Satoru notices this and presses his leg into your crotch. You cry out his name as his leg rubs against your crotch. His hands lightly tugs at both of your nipples. You feel a shudder coursing through your entire body. You grab hold of Satoru shoulders as you feel yourself melting in pleasure. He pinches your nipples hard and that when you feel yourself cumming. You let out a mewl as you cum over Satoru jeans. Satoru assists you through this as he watches your orgasm with a drunk look in his eyes. You pant feeling overstimulated as he continues to play with your chest. 
“Nggh…Toru too much..” you whined. You felt teary and drool from your mouth. Satoru's hands were just too good. His hands reluctantly let go of your chest. “You feeling ok? Do you need a break before we continue?” He looked worried, thinking he may have teased you too much. “Mhm I’m fine. Don’t you dare stop.”
Satoru moves his hands down your hips stopping at your skirt. He hikes your skirt up to your waist and lets out a groan seeing the matching blue underwear to the bra. “You look good enough to eat,” he murmurs appreciatively. He looks fondly at the stockings you were wearing. “I’m so glad I brought you those.” He hooks his finger under your stocking, draws it back, and lets it snack back against your leg. You jerked as he did that. Your hand moves to take the stockings off but his hand stops you. “Keep them on.” 
He thumbs at your underwear, his large hand gently cupping your crotch. “Damn you're already so wet and we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. You're such a dirty girl.” He moves to take off your underwear and put them in his pocket. “Hey! I like that one.” You click your tongue at him. “I’m keeping this as a souvenir. I buy you more underwear in the future,” Satoru purred. 
You feel the cold air hitting your cunt. Satoru slides his fingers between your lips. He parts apart your folds and lets out a whistle, admiring your cunt. You let out a whine hiding your face behind your hands. He lightly flicks at your clit. “Oiii no hiding that gorgeous face of yours or you don’t get to cum.” You reluctantly did as he said. 
He teasingly sips a finger across your slit, dipping it in and withdrawing it just as quickly. “My look at how wet you are.” He shows you his finger covered in your arousal. He licks his finger. “Mhm you taste so good but I guess I will eat you out another day.” Your stomach tightens, witnessing such a scene.  
Satoru slowly eases his ring finger into your cunt, knuckle deep.  You were already so wet, he inserted another finger. “Damn your tight,” he sensually said. His fingers pushed in and out of you. He took his time dragging his fingers against your walls. The only sounds you heard were wet sloppy noises of Satoru fingering you. He kisses your collarbone to distract you from the pain. As he finger you, he hit a sensitive part of your walls and you jerked hard, trembling. He raises his eyebrow, “Oh?” His fingers curl around that spot and you let out a breathy whine. “A-ah! That feels good…”
“Is that so?” His fingers left your cunt, only to shove it back in, hitting your g-spot. You made a strangled noise. His fingers start to move faster and harder. He starts at a brutal pace, scissoring you intensively. It felt so good, you felt yourself shaking all over. Just as you felt like you were about to climax, Satoru pulled his fingers away from your cunt. “Wh-why did you stop?!” You looked at him with teary eyes, angry that he denied you your pleasure. “Just wanted to see your reaction lol.” 
“You- !” Whatever you were about to say disappears, as Satoru pinches your clit hard. You moan and glanced at him angrily. He cups your chin, “You should see how cute you are right now. Watery eyes,” he drags this thumb over your lips, “Drooling. Nipples hard,” as he captures your nipples with his fingers before letting go. He dips his fingers into your folds, “This pussy all wet for me. Such a beautiful sight.” 
You shiver at his words but still pissed at him from stopping you cum. You take his hand and lead it to your cunt. “Toru. Please. I am begging you. Let me cum or else the next time I will tie you up and put a cock ring on you.” 
Satoru gasps then grins evilly. “Oya oya oya. So you're saying there gonna be a next time?” You realized you fucked up and just gave Satoru ammunition to tease you even more. “I take that as a promise. But it will be you tied up with a vibrator inside your pussy.” 
“Wha-?” You choked on your words as Satour thrusts his fingers back inside your cunt. He feels you tighten around his fingers and let out a moan. Another finger plays with your clit. The angles his wrist is going at make you nearly see stars. His hands reach for a nipple and pinches it. “Cum for me,” he softly demanded. You feel waves of pleasure rippling over your body as you cum hard. Satoru doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers into you, he just thrust even faster. By the time you stop cumming, you try to buckle your hips away from Satoru fingers. It was just too much. You felt so sensitive. Satoru fingers left your cunt and swears your own arousal all over your folds.” 
You decided you were done with all of Satoru teasing. So you grabbed his belt and pulled it towards you. Satoru jerks against you as he looks at you with surprise. His forehead nearly hits yours as you stare straight into your eyes. “Gojo Satoru, if you don’t put your dick in me right now I swear I’m going to break your Digimon console!!” 
His eyes widened, “Please don’t. Do you know how much time I spent on that?!” He bites back what he was going to say next as you look so mad at him, he was fearing for his Digimon. “Ok..babe. No worries. I make sure you experience the best dicking down of your life!” He quickly takes off his belt and pulls down his jeans. He slides down his boxers. Fuck. You stared at his dick. Ok wow. That was a lot bigger than you thought it was. “Admiring my dick hmm? I can’t wait to put it into you. I need to hear you scream.” He pulls out his wallet from his pocket. You see him pull out a condom. You raise your brow. Did you saw wrong or was that condom labeled “Extra Large”? He smirks, “Always carried one around me just in case there was ever an opportunity to fuck you.” He pulls on the condom on his dick. “I take responsibility if anything happens.” 
You could let out a whimper, “Please…put it in me already.” His hands gently grabbed your waist and directed it over the tip of his cock. You gripped Satoru's shoulders tightly. “Let me.” You slowly sat yourself down on his cock. Fuck. He was huge. You wince in pain as he stretches you open. You managed to get all of his dick into you. You move to sit more comfortably in his lap. You took some time to adjust how big his dick was. So all that talk of how massive his cock was was actually true, you thought. Maybe all of his brain cells went down to his dick inside. 
You took a deep breath and slowly lifted yourself on Satoru dick. You stop at the tip and slide back down. In and out. You repeated this for a couple minutes. While you do this, Satoru whimpers noisily. He looks at you hungrily. You can tell it takes all of his willpower not to thrust into you. Time to spice things up a bit. Again you reach the tip of dick then you slam your hips back down. Satoru moans your name as you let out a mewl. You started to bounce yourself on his dick eagerly. The noises that Satoru made sounded heavenly. You set a nice pace that wasn’t too fast or slow as you ride his lap. You delve your tongue in his lips as he lets you in. The two of you made out messily, your hands around his neck while he was gripping your waist tightly. 
He moans out your name desperately, his hips stuttering against yours.  Satoru pulls you off his dick and rests his forehead against you. You blink, “Why did you stop?” 
“Your pussy is too dangerous. You almost made me cum.” 
“Oh. That's cute,” you smiled. 
He scrunches his brow in a cute way, “Mhm not cute. I’m very sexy.” 
You giggle, “Whatever you say you big baby ah- !” You cried out his name as his waist held you still while he thrust back right into your g-spot. His dick slamming into yours felt so delicious, mixing pain with pleasure. You felt your walls tingling as he made you slam you in and out of him. You had no control over your body. All you felt was Satoru's warm embrace. Your nails claw at his back as he continues to cruelly thrusting into you. He pulls you even closer to him. The new angle makes you scream his name even louder. “I love you,” he whispered. The way he said it was so gentle compared to the way his dick was harshly slamming into your cunt. 
“Your mine,” he snarls. He slaps your ass and your arched your back mewling. He grabs your ass tightly and you were sure that that would leave marks later. His kisses were hot and frantic. He holds onto you so tightly. His eyes lovelily caress your body. He admires the hickeys he left on your neck and collarbones. The sneakily placed red marks decorated your breasts. Your unbuttoned blouse barely stays on your shoulders. The way how your tits bounce in his face. The blue and white lingerie makes you look like a goddess. He knows you brought it because of the way it reminds him of you. The sounds your pussy makes as it clenches ever so deliciously on his dick. He loves you very much. He presses kisses everywhere he can on your body. You make him feel alive. His heart only flutters for you. He can feel that you are soon about to hit your climax. A finger tugged at your nipple. 
Satoru rubs your clit hard, “Cum for me baby,” he rasped out. In his words, you let go. You dig into his shoulders whining his name as your hips stutter. He repeats your name like a mantra as he keeps pounding into you. You breathily scream his name as you come down for your high. Satoru shortly orgasm after yours. He made sure to keep bouncing your hips as he cums into you. His fast pace became erratic as he chased after his own pleasure. You rested your head against his neck, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. That was the best orgasm you ever had in your life. Your heart content and pussy filled with Satoru dick. You sighed happily, feeling sleepy. “So good Toru,” you slurred out. His arms pulled your body into a hug. “Told you, I’m the best.” 
“Now you owe me a new pair of underwear and a date,” you smiled softly. 
“I buy you as much underwear as you want. I make sure our first date is special and romantic as fuck.” He winks. “I need to ask you a couple questions to end the Satoru Dick Survey?” 
“Yea?” You laughed admiring his afterglow.
“1! What is your favorite gem? 2, what kind of band do you want? 3, Where do you want our wedding to take place?” He asks playfully. You were surprised for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. “That eager huh? I think I would make good wife material. Not sure if you make good husband material though.” You jest at him. 
“I’m sexy, rich, and fun. I am prime husband material! I can even reserve an entire resort for our honeymoon,” he pouts but you can see his eyes glitter mischievously. 
“Yea yea,” you laughed, hugging him. “At least take me on our first date first!” 
“Promise.” Satoru holds out his pinky. You entwined your pinky with his. 
“Pinky promised. For our first date, I want to eat wagyu and lobsters. Ohh and a fancy dessert bar,” you grinned. 
“Noted. I make sure our first date is so special that you will remember it even when you're old. Now that you're with me, you should know I’m a lifelong commitment. I’m yours forever,” Satoru smiles. 
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Full Thoughts on TDP Season 5
Under the cut, because there are many of them!
Starting off with things I liked:
Rayllum! It was so good to see them on the same page again, and they have a perfect balance between deep, romantic devotion and the shared laughter and gestures of best friends. Their dynamic this season was my favorite iteration of them so far
Janai and Amaya were wonderful as well. I was really bracing for Amaya to leave for Lux Area without telling Janai and a whole bunch of drama to ensue, but no! They communicate! They trust each other! It's so refreshing!
Side note: Lux Area was gorgeous the detail in every shot of the city and Bookery was so good. I want to live there. I will take on the night creatures if need be
I hoped we'd get an apology from Amaya for Rayla, and I'm really glad they took the time to put it in the show instead of a short story or anything like that. It was also cool to see Amaya recognizing the similarities she and Rayla share and acting as more of a mentor to her, I hope we see more of them together later on
The reoccurring message that oftentimes the best way to be strong is by going to other people for help- first Amaya's story, then Rayla trusting Callum, then Zubeia's talk with Avizandum. It's a very good moral
That whole thing with Soren and Elmer! Breaking the cycle of cruelty! I love Soren so much
Callum using dark magic again. I thought I would hate it if that happened, since we've seen a corruption plotline with him and with Claudia already, but the way it was done sort of added a good sense of realism. I like that Callum isn't a Perfectly Moral Mage just because he can do primal magic; it feels deeper and more complicated if he has to recognize that the easier, darker choice is always there, and sometimes he won't be able to resist it, but he has to try each time anyway
So many little moments that I'll probably be going into in separate posts because the dynamic between the characters was on fire. It was so good to see the team really working together, their chemistry was so good
Things I wasn't as much of a fan of:
The problem with the show really relying on people to read all the supplementary material is still present. I was pretty confused about who Kpp'Ar was until I looked him up on the wiki, and again, people who didn't know about Soren getting sick as a kid from the Book 2 novelization really wouldn't have gotten his part of the dream sequence. It doesn't ruin the show or anything but it does make it a little confusing at times
The plotline with the coins is starting to feel a little drawn-out. Runaan's presence would bring up enough complications between Rayla and the rest of the group that he needs enough time out of the coin to give that the weight it deserves, and I'm really hoping he gets out next season so we can have at least season 7 to go into that. Also, Ethari needs his husband back
As good as it was to see rayllum back together, I do still think we needed a scene of them actually talking things through. I'm sure it'll appear in a Reflections story at some point, but again, you don't want your show to lean that heavily on the bonus material
This is more of a nitpick than anything else, but the characters' faces in the early episodes felt really stiff. They'd be having a monologue where you could really hear the emotion in their voices, but their faces just... didn't really move
And finally: too many crabs. This is not a flaw with the season this is just because I personally am freaked out by crabs and I've never been so horrified in all my life as when the true nature of Finnegrin's ship was revealed. It'll haunt me forever
Overall I liked it a lot, and I'm really excited to see where it goes next! Claudia feels like she's on the very edge of the point of no return, if she hasn't already crossed it, and it'll be very interesting to see how she reacts to the loss of her leg and (most likely) the loss of her father next season. I'm also very excited for the nova blade, that sounds like a gorgeous piece of weaponry and seeing whoever wields it (my money's on Rayla) fighting Aaravos is going to be epic. This season has definitely ratcheted up my investment in the show, which I'm very excited about
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day 6 of asking for perv!best friend!roommate! seungmin :>)
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A/N: Yass finally finished feeling slayful fr. Also quick side note English isn't my first language, therefore if there is a spelling mistake, please point it out. Reblog, like, leave feedback and follow ;)
PSA: drink water, eat and take your meds! Put yourself first. <3
Tags &lt;3 : @bubblelixie @ashydoinwhat @abby-grace
Warnings: Best friend! Seungmin, Roomate! Seungmin, Masturbation, Getting caught in 4k, Switch! Fem reader( she was dom for like 2 seconds bro), Switch! Seungmin, Degradation, hand kink, finger sucking? idk, pet names ( sir, minnie, princess, whore, slut, baby). Seungmin being lowk in love with reader 🤭
!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT !!
Fuck. Life was crazy. That was one of the things you could say in confidence. Trying to balance work, your social life and anything else life brought you was difficult to say the least. You sigh, fumbling with the keys to your apartment door, eventually getting it unlocked and swinging the door open. "Min?" You called, no answer. "That's weird he's usually home by now." You thought out loud. Putting your bag down and running your fingers through your hair, groaning slightly at the feeling. "Minnie!" you called one more time. Silence. You walked down the hall to his room, curious as to where he was. Well, that was before you heard a moan. Your eyes slowly widen as you realize what's happening. You start to turn around, to give him some "alone time" before you hear him moan a name. Your name? No. You must've misheard, you listen in for another minute when he moans your name again. "Fuuck, Y/N. You're such a slut." He groaned out, heavily breathing in between words. As if life wasn't confusing enough, Kim seungmin, Your best friend, was jerking off to the thought of you. You shouldn't be wet. You really really shouldn't. But... Fuck.
Screw this. You open the door, raising an eyebrow and smiling as he rushes to get dressed, rushing out apologies. You stop him with a slight raise of your hand. "What were you thinking about, baby?" You questioned, knowing exactly what the answer was. His eyes shifted around nervously. "I don't know what you want me to say." He stated. You scoffed. "Pathetic. You're a pervert you know." You stepped towards him, trying not to smile when he stepped backwards. " 'm not..." He managed, though he didn't sound sure. "So why are you so hard, baby? If you're not a pervert why were you moaning my name?" You questioned, faking sympathy as he backed into a wall. "You turn me on. A lot." He said, suddenly gaining confidence. You whimpered slightly at his words. "Yeah? Fuck. How?" You asked, needing to hear him say it. "What doesn't turn me on? The way you groan when you eat something good, those stupid little night dresses that barely cover anything. Everything. Everything you do. "You're so hot princess...." He smirks, putting his hand on your waist. "Please... I'll be such a good girl.. Just touch me, please.." You looked up at him, trying to lean into his touch.
"Hmm.... You called me some pretty nasty things. I don't know if you deserve it." He said, acting like he was thinking about it. You put his hand on your ass, biting your lip slightly. "Anything. Just give me anything." He gulped at the feeling of your smooth skin under his hands. "I have a idea baby. You'll like it." He grabbed your hand, making his way towards the bed and sitting down, patting his thigh. You quickly start stripping, getting completely naked as you climb into his lap, cunt hovering over his thigh. He starts to kiss down your neck, leaving bites here and there, still groping your ass. "Go on, princess. Ride my thigh. C'mon." You slowly start grinding yourself on his thigh, leaning forward so your clit touches his pants, already leaving a wet spot.
"God, you're such a fucking whore. Fuck." He groaned, his painfully hard cock throbbing through his restraining pants and boxers. ".. feels good.." You manage to get out, eyes closed and mouth ajar. "Yeah?" He asked, his tone dripping with pride. "Fuck! Yeah! God, fuck-" You start to mumble out the only few words you could think of. "You close, baby?" He smirked knowingly, flexing his thigh to try and help you cum. "Yes! God, yes! 'm so close! sir, fuck!" He laughed at the new nickname, "You're such a whore. Getting off on my thigh. Pathetic. Cum, slut." He groaned, reaching down to rub your clit. "Shit! 'm coming!"
You started to rut against him desperately, tears welling up in your eyes as you came with a moan of his name, immediately after falling limp against his body. "Aww, is my princess tired?" He cooed, faking sympathy as he rubbed your back soothingly. "I want you to fuck me, minnie." You mumbled, still lying against him. He says, "Don't forget your manners, slut. It's sir." His hands trailing back to your ass, groping it as he speaks. " 'm sorry, sir. Please fuck me.." You begged, lifting your head up to look into his eyes. His cock twitches in his pants before he speaks, "I don't think you're ready for it baby... Maybe I should finger you. Fuck you open so your ready for me." You whimpered at the idea, nodding with a small smile. "Good girl, c'mere, princess." He lifts you up and puts you down on the bed, kissing your forehead before slowing trailing kisses down all the way to where you want him. His warm breath tickles you as you involuntarily buck your hips up towards his face. "Be the good little slut you are and stay still, yeah? I'll make you feel so good, I promise baby." He offered you a pinkie, an innocent gesture compared to what he's about to do to you. You take it in your, smiling.
"I'm your good little slut," You added "Only yours.He chuckled at your words, putting his fingers in your mouth to get them wet, which you happily did. You moaned at the feeling of his rough hands inside your mouth, reaching your hands up to wrap around his, making eye contact with him the whole time. His cock twitching in his pants at the sight, begging to be released out of its constraints. He ignored his own pleasure to focus on yours. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trailing then down to your cunt, fingers trailing your folds as he appreciates you. "So fucking wet, it's pathetic." He leaned towards you, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking gently.
You moaned, hands instinctively going to his hair, pulling the strands. He groaned, finally sticking a finger in, looking for a specific spot. "fuck, sir! so good. fuuck!" You moaned out dragging the last word out as he added another one. He angled his fingers up so he could find your g-spot, pushing on it everytime he thrusted his fingers back in. You moaned loudly, arching you back up, as you started mumbling out praises. "Yeah? Found it?" He smirked, triumphantly, knowing you couldn't form an actual answer. "Cum? Please? Can I cum? Fuck! Please, sir!" You opened your eyes to look at him, hair disheveled and eyes focused on your reactions. "You don't have to ask, princess. Come." He thrusted harder with each word, helping you finish. You came with a almost scream like moan of his name, thanking him as he helped you ride out your high. He kissed your sensitive bud one more time before he got up to you, "Think you can take one more, baby?" You nodded, reaching up to pull him down to kiss you.
He smiled into the kiss, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I'll make you feel so good, princess. So fucking good." He took off his pants, the bulge in his boxers outlined. "fuck, sir hurry up! I really want you.." You pouted, trying to grab at his boxers. "You're such a fucking whore. Can't even wait for my cock when I've already made you come twice? Fucking pathetic." He pulled his boxers down, aligning himself with your hole. " So pathetic. Fuck, please. So good, please!" You begged trying to get him to enter you. He scoffed at your eagerness, slowly pushing into you as he watches your face for any signs of discomfort, He doesn't find any so he enters you fully, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. "Fuck, princess. You're so tight.." He trails off, focusing on the pleasure. "Move, please, sir." You looked up at him, silently begging for him to fuck you. He smiled fondly at you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before thrusting into you slowly.
"Fuck! Stop clenching, I'll come." He groaned, his pace quickening as he reached down to start rubbing your clit. You moan, tilting your head back. "Min, fuck. Right there, fuck!" He leaned forward to start sucking on your neck, making sure to leave hickeys. "You're mine now, baby." He smiled against your skin, the speed of both his thrusts and his hand quickening. "God, yes! Yours! Fuck, only yours, sir!" He groans at your words, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders to angle himself to hit your sweet spot. "Good girl, c'mon, baby. Cum." He managed, trying to make you cum again before he did. "Coming! Fuck I'm coming, Min!" You're legs shaking slightly as he helps you ride out your high, coming after you've finished. He leans down to kiss you, sweaty bodies pushed against each other. "I meant what I said, baby. You're mine."
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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 1 year
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A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock
Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...
Warnings: This is a vampireAU!!! There will be blood, there will be biting, there will be graphic depictions of both. It's not going to be a gorefest, though. Also there will be smut. Eventually.
Word count: 2.5k
A/N: Are we leaning into some serious monsterfucker vibes with this one? Oh absolutely hell yeah we are. Am I ridiculously scared to even post this? *Yes.* You literally can't overestimate how much I'm trembling right now.
I took some (a lot of) creative liberties with the vampire lore for this one, so if you're very heavily into traditional vampire lore, this may not be for you. It's my first time delving into anything fantasy-esque like this, so bear with me! (Friendly tips are always welcome.) Also, this is probably going to be weird. So there's that. We're doing kinky vampires, ok? Like. I can't make this more normal than what it sounds like.
@geralts-yenn As promised 🥰
@deandoesthingstome @summersong69 you both asked for a general tag... This is what that gets you. 🙈🙈🙈
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“V-vampire? What do you mean you're a… You can't be.” It felt like the ground disappeared beneath your feet, and you were freefalling into darkness. You’d been dating Mikey for months, and now he… It couldn’t be true. It had to not be true.
“I am.” Mike looked at you, an apology clearly displayed on his face and in his voice. As if that was going to be enough. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I thought you knew…”
“And exactly how the fuck was I supposed to know?”
Mike shrugged. “The mandatory health classes in high school shou…”
“I was homeschooled.” Your anger dissipated somewhat. Apparently, at least part of this was your parents’ fault for misinforming you about vampires in general.
“Oh shit… I had no idea, sorry. Eh… What were you told about us?”
“That you're monsters…” That was the gist of it. You’d never believed much of it, and it had made you curious rather than scared. Less scared of vampires, at least. Your father, now that was a whole other story. “I-I'm so dead. My father… If he finds out…”
“He'd be pretty pissed if he found out you're living with a bunch of vampires?” Mikey’s casual tone was way out of place, but you knew he couldn’t help it. He was Mike, after all. But was he really? Was he still the Mikey you knew? The Mike you… loved?
“Of course it's all three of you. Fuck! Yes, he'd be pretty mad, to say the least. And he'll for sure disown me if he knew I let myself be defiled by one. God! I can't believe this. I slept with you. I… Vampire… Fuck.”
“Defiled? Jesus, please don’t say things like that. You’re making me feel like a monster.” He paused for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. “Are you scared of me?”
“No…” It wasn’t a lie, per se. You weren’t scared of the Mike you knew; you just weren’t entirely convinced that your Mike hadn’t changed.
“Do you want to leave?”
“No.” Apart from the fact you had nowhere to go, you didn’t see much reason to leave. If he was telling the truth when he said he genuinely believed you’d known all this time, then you had no reason to fear them, or to leave. If they wanted you gone, you’d be gone, one way or another.
“Do you hate me?” He looked as if he knew it was a ridiculous question, but he was still asking. You couldn’t help but wonder why.
“Mikey, stop, no. I… I'm not like my family, but this is hard. Even if I didn't believe everything they told me growing up, there's still a lot in between not believing vampires are the devil and fucking one.”
“Whoa, thanks. We're just screwing, then?”
“Mike, that's not what I meant. I just… That's what makes me so pissed you never told me! I really liked you. I still do.” You were fifty shades of confused right now, trying to make sense of the fact that your boyfriend hadn’t quite lied about yet still omitted the fact that he was a vampire.
“I'm really, really sorry! I genuinely thought you knew!”
“How was I supposed to know? You're out in the sun! I've seen you eat… Food. I've seen you eat garlic. You show up in pictures and in mirrors.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized it was entirely possible that the information you’d gotten from your parents and their – generally lacking – education may not have been entirely correct.
“Ah. I see some inaccuracies are still alive and well in the homeschooling department.”  Somehow, saying something like that was something Mike could get away with without sounding like a massive dick. There was something in his tone that made it abundantly clear to you that you weren’t at fault for this whole… Misunderstanding? Was that the right way to describe it, or was it a gigantic understatement?
“Well enlighten me.” Mike quickly offered to make you a cup of tea while you had that conversation, which you gladly accepted. Mike put the kettle on and gestured at you to sit down on the couch.
“Get comfortable, we're in for a long talk.” You grabbed a blanket and waited for Mike to join you on the couch. He handed you your tea and you smiled a little nervously. “Fuck, Sweetcheeks, can I hug you?” Mike seemed genuinely upset at everything that was happening right now, which didn’t make you happy – you hated seeing him like this – but it definitely did make you feel more comfortable knowing that he had really never meant for this to happen.
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“Where do we start.” You still couldn’t believe you were having this conversation. It seemed like a weird thing to find out about so late. Then again, you’d gone years without knowing your childhood best friend was left-handed, and you hadn’t known your English Literature professor was gay until a friend had pointed that out to you somewhere in the past week. You just weren’t very observant. Apparently.
“I'd like to apologize again, that's for sure. And after that… Do you have any questions?” He then proceeded to answer every question you had as they bubbled up in your brain in seemingly random order.
“Is this why you're so cold sometimes?” You felt silly asking these questions. It all suddenly really felt like you should have learned these things by now. Like making toast or stacking a dishwasher or doing laundry. Alright, you still weren’t completely clear on the laundry part, but you knew more about that than vampires. As it turns out, it was highly unusual for humans to even notice the difference in temperature, but you were on the right track with your question.
“It is. I'm colder when I'm hungry. And warmer after eating human food.” Apparently, it took up more energy to digest human food.
“Compared to eating people?”
“Whoa, Sweetcheeks, we don't 'eat people', okay? We drink blood, that's different!” He actually looked insulted when you said that, and maybe he was right to feel that way…
“You suck it out of people,” you said in a small voice. The comparison seemed logical…
“Shit, Sweetcheeks, you've sucked things out of me, do you 'eat vampires'?” Of course. That was such a Mikey thing to say…
“Why do I always have to be around when he says something stupid like that?” You immediately froze when you heard the dark, smooth baritone of Walter’s voice.
“Terrible timing? You somehow managed. He chuckled softly – the sound always gave you chills, but in a good way. Maybe a bit too good.
“Or so it would seem. As always, I apologize for his existence!”
“It's alright, I forgive him.”
“What were you even talking about? Wait, do I want to know?” Marshall decided to join the both of you in the living room. Mike didn’t protest, and you weren’t opposed to a second teacher to help explain all of these things. You just hoped that August wouldn’t show up; he wasn’t very good at hiding disdain, and he’d certainly have plenty of it stowed away for moments exactly like this one.
“She had no idea we are vampires.”
“You've been living with us for months? Did they teach you nothing in hi-“
“Homeschooled,” Mike clarified quickly. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks; you definitely hadn’t felt like this in a long time. Like a clueless child in dire need of adults to tell her how the world worked. It reminded you a little bit too much of the way your parents had always treated you.
“Ah. My bad. And you're trying to rectify the situation using phrases like that?” Luckily, it was Mike that was being judged by Marshall, and you sighed in relief.
“She accused me of eating people,” Mike said, looking like a sad puppy; pouty and adorable.
“Alright, that's a gratuitous overstatement.”
“How do you even eat? Drink? Feed? ... You don't kill people, do you?”
“Love, this isn't the dark ages, there's safe ways for us to feed – ‘feed’ would be the most commonly used term.” Marshall chuckled. “And most importantly; the 'people we eat' are willing to let us feed.”
“Why would they do that voluntarily?” It seemed kind of weird to you to just, what? Walk up to vampires and go ‘here, suck my blood?’ Another Marshall-chuckle tore you away from your thoughts.
“Well, they’re not volunteers, per se. It pays pretty well.”
“It's a job?” That made more sense, but something about that felt… obscene and perverted? Though you did recognize that that was probably your upbringing talking.
“Yes, it is. It’s quite popular among students; you're just sitting around, with plenty of time to study.” Marshall’s explanation didn’t come across as judgy or mocking, he just explained. Nothing more, nothing less. “Some are purely in it for the money, and are really freaked out about the bites. It always sucks -pun not intended – when you get one of those.” That had you curious, and you asked about the ‘why’ behind that.
“Fear makes blood taste weird,” Marshall said. Apparently, it had something to do with the hormones humans released when scared.
“I bet August likes it,” Mikey said with a massive grin on his face.
“A little adrenaline from excitement and anticipation, sure,” Of course August came home right that second. You remembered what your parents had briefly warned you about; vampires had keen senses. You wondered if Mike had heard August coming. “But genuine fear? Might as well feed during finals week.” Another tidbit of information that would have been infinitely more informative if you knew the first thing about vampires and their feeding practices, but you didn’t. Therefore, you had to ask again – and this time, you had to ask August.  
“What?”
“Lots of stress doesn't make it taste any better, either. Why are we teaching Vampire Health 1 to an undergrad?” There it was: some good old, signature August derision to feast on.
“Homeschooled,” the three of you said in unison.
“My apologies,” August said. He seemed sincere, and his attitude disappeared immediately.
“The feeding... I take it it's not a fun little restaurant experience?” You asked your question carefully, afraid to have been misinterpreting everything the whole way through, but you were met with three looks that proved you right beyond a shadow of a doubt.
“It definitely isn't. It's a long wait, and you basically have no idea of what you're going to get, no choice at all, and you're out of whack for anywhere from three days to a week.” Mike said, shuddering at the thought.
“Why would you feel out of it?” That didn’t make any sense. Wasn’t eating supposed to make you feel better, not worse?
“They dose you with garlic,” Mike answered as if that explained everything. You gave the boys a quizzical look.
“Oh good grief, this is why Sherlock spends most of his time at the clinic dealing with transitioning homeschooled kids.” August growled. His exasperation wasn’t aimed at you, per se, you noticed. The guys seemed to be very sympathetic towards your status as a nitwit homeschooled kid.
“I'm completely lost, guys.”
“You're completely lucky you're not one of us, princess.” August said. His voice was more mellow than it had been a few moments ago, as if he was trying to make it clear to you that he wasn’t frustrated with you. That being said, he didn’t quite succeed; he still sounded pretty pissed, and you weren’t convinced it wasn’t aimed at you. “Not that being a vampire is so bad, but it shouldn't be an accident.”
“What were you told about becoming a vampire?” Marshall shot August a look that clearly meant he needed to calm the fuck down.
“You get bit, you become a vampire.” You shrugged. That was basically all your parents had told you about the process. “Oh and that it's the most painful thing ever. And there was something about the fires of hell. Actually, the fires of hell got mentioned quite a lot.” The guys laughed at that, which made you very happy. It had been a joke, after all – well, the ‘funny because it’s true’ kind – and it did break the tension a little. It also didn’t seem to be something they hadn’t heard before.
“Alright, they weren't wrong about the biting part, per se. It's not a given, but there's a pretty decent success rate.” Marshall explained.
“'s where the garlic comes in. You were probably told that vampires and garlic don't mix?” You nodded in reply to Mike's question. “Alright. Not necessarily a lie. Garlic does make us easier to kill, which is what the hell-yellers choose to interpret as 'vampire eat garlic, vampire die'.”
“Which can't be true, because you're all still here.”
“Exactly. What it does do,” August continued, ”is weaken us. We're slower, less strong, and it fogs our brain a little. What it also does, is weaken the toxin our teeth secrete when they come into contact with human blood.”
“Not animal blood?”
“Imagine a vampire tiger or bear, princess, and then consider whether or not that's a sound idea from an evolutionary point of view.” August took one look at your face and laughed. It was something you didn’t hear often, and even if you did it was usually mixed into the laughter of the others. It was nice, though. “Exactly.”
“So garlic is what? Vampire contraceptive?”
“Pretty much,” Mike said, “and since the places where we feed can't trust everyone to take their daily dose, they OD you on the stuff to the point where you can't see straight. There's a reason most of us only go once a month or so.”
“This is a lot...”
“Yeah, this was the speed run of maybe just about half of a ten-week high school course,” Marshall said, “and most of those kids have been given information from a very young age. Correct information.”
“What about the sun? And reflections? Do you need to be invited into houses?” Whenever you thought you were out of things to ask about, something else came to mind.
“Sunscreen, myth and yes,” August answered your questions effectively, which was nice, given the fact that you were really approaching the limits of how much information you could handle in a single day.
“Su- no.” That was an explanation that was so devilishly simple that it couldn’t be true. At the very least it was incredibly anticlimactic.  
“He’s not lying to you, love,” Marshall said, “we've been around for ages, give me one good reason why your scientists have come up with something that prevents you from burning in the sun, but ours wouldn't have?”
“Vampire scientists?”
“You can meet one, if Sherlock ever makes it back.”
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cruel summer. - modern!jacaerys
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Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5 pairing: modern!jacaerys x modern!stark reader (a/n): this part includes sensitive topics. please, PLEASE read the trigger warnings below. as a SA victim, this is not to romanticize such things. TW: attempted rape, blood, sexual assault rating: NSFW 18+, this chapter holds sensitive. prns: she/her all notes are appreciated. words: 1.7k tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @howyouloveyourdragon @daenerysapologist @fairysluna
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It's been a few hours since my encounter with Jacaerys and I'll admit, I've missed those corny jokes. He's annoying at the moment, but I seek his company now. I walk to my brother, Cregan, who prepares dinner for me and my siblings.
"Hey Creg," I start sweetly, seeing him look at me and smirk slightly. He knows I'm about to ask for something, he always knows. I move up next to him and look at the meal he's preparing. "Looks good!" "Stop tryna' sweet talk me, what's up?" Cregan says, cocking a brow at me. I feel anxious, knowing he might say no.
"You know Jacaerys Velaryon…" I start, seeing his expression contort into something I can't place. He nods in response, increasing my anxiety. "Could I have his number?"
He pauses for a moment, considering, then sighs heavily. "Why? You don't like him, do you?" He takes the food off the stove, leaning his side against the counter and crossing his arms. "You've gotta be careful about guys like that. I know him better than anyone. He has girls flocking to him by the second. He'll play you like a pawn in some filthy game. I don't want that for you." He grabs his phone despite his words, letting me consider as he finds Jace's contact. Cregan and Jace are close friends from being on the hockey team together, so I trust his judgment. Being co-captains develops a bond that might let you discover some darker sides of each other.
"Trust me, I have no interest in him. It has to do with tutoring," I lied through my teeth, smiling uncomfortably. Now, it was a half-truth! I don't have an interest, but I also want to get closer. It has nothing to do with tutoring him since he won't give me the chance to teach him a damn thing. Cretan examines my expression before handing me his phone with Jace's contact open. I can't help but smile at the contact photo.
It was when Jace let his hair grow out, his curled hair down his shoulders. He posed all pretty with his leg up and batting his eyes with his jersey on. I quickly enter the contact and hand Cregan back his phone, moving over and giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Creg. It means a lot. You're the best!" I affirm, patting his shoulder as he rolls his eyes and chuckles. I scramble off, entering my bedroom and texting Jace.
(Y/N): hey it's (Y/N)! I was wondering if you were still up for a hangout? :)
I was shocked by the response time. My phone vibrates in a matter of minutes.
Jacaerys 😐: Yeah. I have a party I was invited to. Sound good?
(Y/N): who's gonna be there?
Jacaerys 😐: Idfk it's a high school party, do you really expect me to know everyone who's showing up?
Well damn, okay asshole.
(Y/N): yes, I do. I expect a list of first names, last names, parents' phone numbers, and their ages before you pick me up 🤨
Jacaerys 😐: Are you going or not.
(Y/N): what time?
I try to figure out when we'll be heading out, mostly because I want to look presentable. Maybe I'll find someone at the party who is interested in me, who knows? He told me he could pick me up in an hour or so. The sun has already set, so I can only assume we'll be out for a while. I text him the okay and get myself ready for a night that changed my whole perspective on Jacaerys Velaryon.
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He pulls up across the street in my neighbor's parking lot, not wanting to seem obvious. I'd never snuck out before, nor planned to. Surely my brother wouldn't mind, he parties all the time! But maybe he'd be hesitant to let me spend time with his best friend. He almost didn't give me his number. I could only imagine how he'd react if I told him I was actively seeking to hang out with him.
Without a second thought, I slip out of my window, closing it and glancing at Cregan's window. The light is off, I can only assume he called it a night early. I rush across the street, trying to keep my head ducked in case he looks out his window and sees me. I quickly open the car door, slip into the passenger side, and slam the door. Jace looks at me in surprise for a moment before bursting into laughter at my anxiety.
"Jeez, you're terrible at this!" He playfully nudged me, causing me to roll my eyes as he pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the party. I check my phone, my leg bouncing as I fumble loosely with my shirt. I feel his eyes glancing at me, worsening my frustrations. "You look beautiful," he suddenly says. I look at him, my brows furrowed. Looking ahead, he has a cheeky grin on his face. "I mean, seriously. You'll have guys all over you."
"Speaking from what you wanna do?" I suddenly say, trying to distract myself from my overwhelming fear that Cregan will message me at any moment. I notice his hesitance to answer and the growing color on his cheeks that I can barely see in the limited light. "Maybe? So what?" He replied, making me laugh. I didn't take him seriously. I know he wouldn't want that. Would he? I sigh heavily and comfortable silence falls over us. Jace turns on a song to fill the quiet space.
We park on the side of the street, music muffled from behind closed windows and doors. It's a Lannister party. I look up at the looming building. I swear it's four floors high. Jace gently takes my hand and walks me inside, obviously impatient and ready to have fun. A few people cheer as Jace walks in. He laughs and greets them, letting go of my hand and leaving me alone. I can't help but feel disappointed watching him talk to different girls and his friends. I sigh and head to the drink table, downing two shots.
"Woah there, Tiger, watch yourself," a voice calls out, revealing Aegon Targaryen. I hadn't interacted with him since middle school when he was head over heels for me. He'd cheated on me, but I hadn't held a grudge. It was middle school. We were all imbeciles unaware of romance. He seems to be getting there, his words only slightly slurred as he smiles flirtatiously at me. I return the smile, except it's awkward. He doesn't seem to notice, offering me a drink which I take. "Aegon! How've you been?" I ask, trying to make a polite conversation. He sighs heavily, brows raised, then chugging his drink with a small laugh. That told me everything, and I felt pity for him. His home life has always been challenging, so I give him the benefit of the doubt in most situations.
I feel myself growing tipsy as Aegon continues idle chitchat. Mostly conversed about life and relationships, and even asked me if I'm interested in smoking some weed with him. I politely decline, scanning the crowd for Jace. The more I drink, the more I feel myself becoming scatterbrained and drunk, and the faces of those around me look all the same. The blaring music triggers a headache and I continue to drink.
Then, before I know it, Aegon has his hand in mine and says words I can't understand. I giggle at him, assuming he said something playful. Then, his hands are on my waist and pulling me close. I grow uncomfortable as he grinds his hips to mine. I push him away a little, but he grows aggressive and starts gripping me tighter. He whispers words that will stick with me forever.
"You love me, admit it. There's nothing I want more than you. You're mine tonight."
I feel sick, tears coming to my eyes. I plead with him to stop, but my words are slurred and incoherent. No one around us pays attention as he pulls me toward the bedroom.
Everything happens so fast. One moment I was wrestling with Aegon, crying and trying to beg him to let me go, the next he was on the floor and Jace was in front of me with his hands clenched into his fists.
I watch Aemond emerge from the crowd, looking at his brother's bloodied nose and bruising face on the floor. It blurs together. I watch as they crash to the floor, glass shattering. I see blood, a broken bottle in Jace's hand, and then Aemond bruised and bloodied on the floor. Jace looks at me, his gaze softening as he grabs my hand and pulls me out. He makes sure I have everything. I look at his face, his nose bleeding and cuts on his arms and hands. I feel my sickness surface, pulling me from Jace and vomiting in the front yard. I hear him say something, but I can't hear him over my vomiting. He pulls my hair back, waits until I finish, and then helps me to his car.
I have thrown up on my shirt. I can smell it. Jace gets in the front seat as I lay in the back, whining and curling up. He watches me through the rearview mirror.
We drive for only a bit before he stops his car. I look out the window, seeing we're at a nearby gas station. He turns around, looking at me then unzipping his backpack that's rested on the floorboard of the back seat.
"Jace..?" I whine, and he softly shushes me. I look at his bloodied hands, my eyebrows furrowed.
"You're okay, you're safe. I'm here," he whispers, pulling out his hockey jersey. He hands it to me. "Can you change into this for me?" I stare at him, shaken up and still scared from the party ordeal. "I won't look." He turns away, covering his eyes. Hesitantly, I strip off my shirt and throw his jersey over my torso. I softly murmur his name, and he looks back at me, smiling lovingly at me. The blood on his face has dried up, and I feel guilty. I feel responsible.
"Jace I'm sorry," I slur out, the brunette reaching for my hand and holding it tightly.
"You have no reason to apologize. Let's go back to your house and clean you up. Okay?" He whispers, making my heart clench as tears fall down my cheeks. "I won't let anything happen to you, ever. You're safe."
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kxllerblond · 6 months
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Hey besties, as you have likely noticed-—I haven't really been active. Truth be told, I had a pretty bad depressive low followed by some really bad burn out that left me unable to do anything more than a few scattered short things here and there and even those took a lot of like energy to push myself to do. I've been in a very frustrated and restless place with my blog in the aftermath of this.
My drafts are stressing me out. Knowing that I owe shit and can't remember with who or where we were in the thread is stressing me out and kind of hindering any attempts at coming back and trying to be active again. Coupled with the typic Tumblr RPC thing of more or less having to rebuild your blog engagement from the ground up again after taking more than a few days off is very energy-consuming.
With that being said, I want to come back and be active and consistent again. I refuse to give up on this hobby and I love my little bastard man still. However, I think I'm going to have to make some significant changes going forward to make that happen.
DRAFTS.
Unless we have a multi-note and plotted thread going, assume they have been dropped. It's just too much to try and track everything down and remember where I was going with a lighter thread months ago or whatever when I was replying to it initially. It's making me freeze up and so nothing is getting done. Following this post, I'm going to be working on fully culling my drafts and likes of any threads I owe.
ASK MEMES.
I am going to be leaning on these heavily. Not much is changing here as this is my usual. I just will likely not be posting any more starter calls or attempting plotting calls or liking them. I'm going to be 99.9% ask meme interaction orientated. Any plotted or long form shit is going to be naturally pursued when I'm interested or have ideas instead of trying to force myself for the sake of it or because I feel expected to as I have in the past.
NEW THREADS.
Here is where I'm going to lose some of you. I'm going to be a burst RPer more than I have been in the past. That means I am going to be relying on shorter note interactions that may get dropped pretty quickly. I'm going to rely on no pressure threads that we can just mention and build off of in new interactions. A quick but gradual development through shorter lifespan threads, if you will. Sort of like climbing a lot of stairs to a certain point of development instead of trying to climb one giant mountain of a single heavy plotted thread at a time.
Does this mean I'm not going to do ANY plotted point A to point B threads? Nah. I'm just going to be very, very selective with them and I'm going to need both of us to be at the same level of passion, ig. Plotted shit and long term shit takes A LOT for me to keep going and so I need both of us to be 100% interested in the story and each other's characters, etc. I think, at this time, I only have 2-3 of those threads/storylines active.
NEW FOLLOWERS, NEW INTERACTIONS.
I'm not going to close myself off completely to following new people or taking on new followers...but I am done more or less screaming at walls or low key begging people to stop being anxious or intimidated and interact with me. I'm mega anxious myself but I do the bare minimum of being the first to send a meme, to like interaction calls, etc. If I am doing this and being the one to make the first step and I still don't receive any sort of energy returned...I'm dipping. I don't have the time or patience anymore to play chicken with people or to coax them into threading with me and I've caused myself plenty of issues in the past by trying to stick it out in the hopes things change.
IN SUMMARY
I know this portrays me as that dreaded flake RPer who starts shit and never finishes anything. I am hoping dearly that building off these unfinished threads will compensate for that lack of long form threading. I am aware this is going to not track with some of you as it's not an RPing format that is compatible with everyone and I accept that and I totally get it if some of you stop reaching out or unfollow or whatever. However, I'm going to be doing what I need to do in order to actually BE here. I'd rather be a tad bit of a flake but still get something done and enjoy this hobby somewhat instead of just sitting here frozen and getting nothing done because I don't want to be seen as a flake or dissuade people from interacting with me further.
Thank.
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thegreencanary · 2 years
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Okay here is Part 2 of this request! Part 1 is linked. I don’t know how to write short stories apparently 😅😅
Summary: Your secret is finally out, and Billy knows you more than you ever thought you’d let him
Paring: Billy Hargrove x Female reader
TW: mentions of abuse, smoking, cursing
This is my work and I don’t give anyone permission to post it on other sites or claim it as their own
“Get in the DAMN CAR Y/N.”
Billy had pulled out in-front of you. He got out and slammed his fist on the hood of his car, enough that Max flinched in the car. Your body reacted by raising your hands to protect yourself.
“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”
You rushed into the back seat and you could feel Billy’s eyes on you. The hurt expression on his face was only visible to Max as he got in. You hunkered down in the backseat, softly crying.
“Y/N…Why are you fucking hiding from me? Why did you run away? What the hell is wrong with you??”
“Because you’re scaring the SHIT out of me Billy!”
Max touched his arm softly trying to tell him now was not the time to have this conversation. She didn’t want to be here for this. He sighed and drove back towards your house, but you spoke up. Tears thick in your throat.
“Please don’t take me home. I’ll go anywhere else.”
Billy knew that plea, hell Max even knew it. Without a word he drove towards the Byers house, knowing he could drop off Max there. The two of you needed to talk. Eventually the red haired girl jumped out of the car and whispered a soft goodbye to you. You’d warmed up significantly and felt almost back to normal. A simple nod at her made Max smile. Billy just started driving, and you had no idea where he was going. You ended up passing out in the backseat, a much more calm rest taking you over.
When you woke, it was dusk, and you were still in Billy’s car. He was outside smoking when you called to him.
“Billy? Where are we?”
He put out the cigarette and hopped in the back with you.
“Dunno. I just drove until there was nothing but field.”
The air was extremely awkward between you two.
“…I stopped at a pay phone. Let Hopper know you’re safe and with me. He called off the search so…ya know. You’re good or whatever.”
“…am I safe with you?”
You flashed back to him slamming the door in your face, to him yelling at you to get in the car and the way he brushed you off. Your voice was so so small when you asked but you needed to know. Billy sighed heavily. He reached for your hands and you pulled back. He deflated.
“I’m sorry about the other day. Neil was drunk as fuck and he was behind the door. I didn’t want you to come in but I couldn’t leave Max at home while he was like that. I…I didn’t know what to do so I just yelled at you.”
That made sense, but you wish he would’ve been nice; but you got it. Still, you remained silent.
“Baby… I’m sorry. I promise you’re safe with me. I’d never hurt you. Please…I said a lot of things I didn’t mean. I just…I didn’t want Neil to come out.”
The Billy you fell for showed up, the honest, vulnerable and scared kid that trusted you. He sat in the back of the car begging for your forgiveness.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long. I just…I can’t go home sometimes and I didn’t know where else to go.”
You shifted and leaned on Billy. You felt him relax as he wrapped his arms around you.
“How long?”
“Hmm?”
“How long have you been beaten?”
The question hung in the air, it felt like a funeral. You took a deep breath.
“Pretty much my whole life. I know how to hide it and he knows how to hit where it doesn’t show. I’ve just got one more year and then I’m out of here. I just…he’s going to be so mad after tonight.”
Billy gently pet your head.
“You should have told me.”
“Billy…I couldn’t. Why do you think no one knows anything about me? When we first started dating you couldn’t get any information on me. Why do you think we never go to my house or why I never let you pick me up? If anyone knew…”
“What? People would try to help you? Is that so bad?”
“Why don’t you tell anyone about Neil? It’s the same thing!”
“No it’s not! I can help you!”
“How?? You can’t save me from him!”
“You haven’t given me the option to fucking try!”
“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU!”
“YOU FUCKING WON’T. GOD DAMN IT Y/N IM IN LOVE WITH YOU JUST FUCKING TRUST ME!”
“I DON’T DESERVE IT!!”
The silence hung in the air. He admitted he was in love with you and you finally said the words you’ve fought back for years. You didn’t deserve love, you weren’t good enough. He sat against the passenger side window and you sat against the drivers side. The space between you two felt like the Grand Canyon. You were crying again and Billy was staring at you wide eyed. You knew what was coming, he didn’t know how to handle this so he was going to just leave you.
“Stop that.”
You tilted your head, confused at what he was telling you to stop.
“I can see you shutting down. I do it every damn day, I know what it looks like.”
Shit. He was right. You were turning everything off, but you needed to. He wasn’t gonna be around for much longer so you needed to prep—
Your thoughts were quieted with a desperate kiss. Billy’s hands on your cheeks, gently pulling your face into his as he locked his lips with yours.
“Never around me. Don’t shut off with me. I can take it. You take my shit, I’ll take yours. Don’t. Shut. Me. Out.”
You rested your forehead against his.
“I don’t know how to let you in Billy.”
“We will figure it out together. I know you want me around. You know I love you. We will get there. God damn it I’ll figure something out.”
He said it again. This time you adjusted your body so you were looking directly at him.
“Why?”
“Fuck if I know Babe. You give me headaches and sometimes I wanna punch a wall, but I know I can’t be without you. When shit goes down I always want you. When I’m on top of the world, I want you. Nothing feels…I don’t know, right I guess? Nothing feels right unless it’s with you. For fucks sake I’m trying to be emotional with you. Six months ago I would have kicked the shit out of a kid at school who acted how I am right now. You just, fuck I don’t know man. You just get me and I love you for it Princess.”
He wasn’t expecting you to say it back, and that was a relief. You didn’t know what love really was, but you wanted Billy to show you.
“Thank you.”
“Stop it. Don’t be weird. Let’s get you back, we need to deal with your dad.”
You chuckled and inhaled deeply.
“Stay with me?”
“Always Y/N….you’ve got me whipped like a bitch.”
He smiled and climbed into the front seat as you laughed. Maybe everything was going to be okay, and if it wasn’t; at least you weren’t alone.
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That’s the End! As always, constructive criticism is welcome!! Like, comment, reblog! ❤️🖤❤️
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🖤or 💜 or 💛!
(Sorry for taking a bit of time to reply!! I wanted to answer all of them hehehe)
🖤 Black: Do you think about your story when you're not physically writing it? Does it help with plotting scenes, character arcs, etc.?
Yes, always... Most of my stories begin with rotating ideas in my head, so concepts and ideas, even dialogue, will usually have to exist as a starting point before I actually write anything down. And for actual plotting - I really like using outlines and outline almost everything I write, so really it is a thing where I will be thinking about a fic and then a random moment will turn into an outlining moment if I go to write new ideas down :D
💜 Purple: Name one song you're listening to while writing your next/current fanfic. How or why does it help the writing process?
Ahh... I wasn't really listening to anything while writing my most recent fic xD Actually, listening to songs with lyrics while writing can be tricky for me, I prefer to listen to music while doing the aforementioned rotating ideas in my head thing 😁 One EXTREMELY fitting todolf song though is Poison by Alice Cooper... everyone listen right now... don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (deep in) etc
💛 Yellow: Do you ever alter, highlight, or de-emphasize certain canonical traits in a character? If so, why and describe how.
Ahh, this is such an interesting thing to think about!!!!
For something like Tod/Death, every writer has to kind of come up with their own interpretation. We never get insight into what he's thinking (kkog doesn't count that's not canon...), we don't have a clear view of his motivations because of the layers and layers of lies by Lucheni (up to the viewer how many layers there are), all we know is that he's There and there is some sort of deep connection to Elisabeth and, to a lesser extent, Rudolf.
However, the more fic I write, the more I write Tod as somewhat of an extension of Rudolf's personality. The idea really is that he's whatever you want him to be, he taps into all your weaknesses and insecurities and approaches them in a way that will be the most effective on you for the purposes of You Know What. Mirrors etc,,,,, Unfortunately for the kind of Rudolf I usually write, this mostly means that tod is pretty b*sm about it AJSJDJJF. So I guess for Tod I tend to emphasize the sexuality aspect which is a side effect of the kinds of fics I write LOL.
Rudolf, on the other hand... I keep saying his canon personality is "sad, queer and rebellious", he is literally on stage for like 10 minutes and most of it is being gay s*x depressed ajsjdjdj. There's a lot of portrayals to pick from... I think one of the main things I do is try to add historical facts into the mix while keeping the canon meow meow personality. Fic Rudolf usually has noble goals but despairs his life away because the environment makes it impossible to fully pursue or reach them - IRL Rudolf was similar but also fanatically obsessed with hunting I'm told (by stephanie xD) and a raging misogynist. I guess, though, that the way I write him is influenced by the fact that when the fics take place (because of what todolf is...) we're seeing him at his most private and emotionally vulnerable.
Ooh the question also asked "why"... For Tod the "why" is that I just don't really care about the paranormal entity interpretation, I mean I tried my hand at it with my todesengel fic but even with that I tried to make it fit together with the force of nature interpretation and not "god" or "demon" or idk "Satan" etc. I don't like the god or paranormal interpretations, or stuff that leans too heavily into Tod as a "creature", because 1) it would shift the genre of what I'm trying to write - idk I try to go more for toxic historical fiction metaphysical romance or whatever and not for dark fantasy or paranormal romance, 2) it's hostile to religious beliefs, like, it precludes the existence/validity of other god-like entities in this universe and more "atheistic" belief systems like Buddhism. I don't want to base my fics on a take where, for example, the Christian tradition is in a worldbuilding sense "more true" than another religious system. I think that's lazy and lets author bias show through too much - though perhaps I have a different kind of author bias, as someone raised culturally as a member of a pretty hands-off organised religion, but with a cynical attitude towards its impacts on society XD Anyway um yeah to me Tod is usually more like gravity or temperature and not like an actual Dark Angel King Of The Underworld...
As for Rudolf - I just write him according to personal preference and the theme of whatever fic I'm working on at the moment. Part of it is my reading of historical events (heavy emphasis on the "troubled hero, huge loss of potential" line of thinking) and part of it is just what sorts of performances I like best and want to incorporate into my belief system ajajsjdj.
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Clyde, I'mma be real with you. I can't feel for either Ruby nor Jaune during their supposed breakdowns because - in context, they're both at fault. Jaune's white savioring a bunch of paper people who don't even want his help - and given how the backstory sequence of the paper people and Jaune's relationship came about, it's rather skeevy because of its (unintentional?) historical accuracy of how indigenous people were treated by colonizers. (1/2)
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I totally get what you’re saying about Jaune. It’s one of those situations where I think that’s probably what the story was going for, but it’s just so badly done I can’t personally buy into it. Yeah, fans are totally justified in having a “Jaune is white savior-ing a bunch of locals and that’s A Big Problem” because that’s the message of the girls calling him out for not listening to the Paper Pleasers (to say nothing of his coded-as-racist rant about how stupid they are). However, I’m personally too caught up in the overall vibe of Ever After—that is, one of manipulation that heavily implies Jaune is right about the tree—as well as the crucial fact that this is not some generic [insert cultural difference here], but a heavy suicide allegory. If Volume 9 had done more work in episodes 1-6 to position the tree as something culturally foreign, but ultimately beneficial (as opposed to the exact opposite) and had chosen for the tree to do something other than actively kill its visitors (because let’s be real, coming back as someone with a different age, a different personality, different alliances, and a goal forced on them by some higher power that MUST be obeyed lest they be forcibly remade again like the Caterpillar sounds a lot like a kind of death to me...), I’d be totally on board with dragging Jaune for this. As it stands, I’m honestly stuck on the whole, “So the show wants me to criticize him for… not letting his friends kill themselves? Like, I get that this is framed as a cultural difference, but the actual reality of the situation feels pretty important to me.”
As for Ruby, that’s another complicated situation. Once again yeah, you’re totally right. This was a group idea and Jaune is not blameless for how things went down. However, I personally still hold Ruby accountable. Why? Because she’s the team leader. That’s kinda the whole conflict here. Putting aside my problem with Ruby complaining about something she chose, her breakdown hinges on her actually being in charge. If we then say she’s not really in charge—that this was a democratic effort in which everyone had equal say and weight in the decision; everyone is equally responsible for the bad outcome—then what is Ruby upset about? (Beyond other obvious stuff like Penny.) The story can’t say, “Ruby is crumbling under the pressure of being leader of this group because that's Such A Huge Responsibility” and simultaneously go, “But Ruby isn’t really responsible for the decisions that led to this outcome. That was all Jaune and/or a group effort.” Either Ruby is in charge or she’s not. She’s either justified in being angry that she has to lead, or she’s delusional because what are you saying, Ruby, this was always a team effort! Which is it? Do we blame Jaune for the plan, thereby thoroughly undermining Ruby’s “I’m the leader and that’s getting to me” meltdown? Or do we acknowledge that she has always had the final say in what the group does, thereby justifying her breakdown?
I lean heavily towards the latter. A leader isn’t just someone who comes up with plans, they decide whether they’ll carry them out. That’s what Ruby has always done. When Jaune said, “I have a crazy idea… let’s steal an airship!” Ruby’s response was “Hell yeah!” and as leader that, to me, now makes her responsible for the plan. As leader, she has a duty to judge whether these plans are sound, worthwhile, safe, etc. and reject them if they’re not. Ruby has consistently been given advice that—like with Qrow—she’s rejected and, again, that makes her responsible for the decision. Leaders don’t work in a vacuum, they are given support in the form of ideas and criticism, but what they choose to do with it… that’s on them.
So yeah, I think a lot of fans are hung up on the fact that so-and-so first suggested this part of the plan, or that they all collectively thought it was a good idea, but if we believe what the narrative is telling us—that Ruby has been acting as leader and that responsibility has been a huge weight on her shoulders—than she is ultimately responsible for what has gone down (at least within what she could feasibly impact). Ruby agreed to Jaune’s airship plan and disregarded Qrow’s concerns. Ruby insisted on continuing a fight with Cordovin. Ruby alone decided to lie to Ironwood and ignored the group’s concerns about that. Ruby was also one of the first to hit on the Staff idea, got swept up in everyone else’s agreement, forgot about Cinder, and then lost the fight. Yeah, I get why people want to blame Jaune for this, but the show has spent Volumes with Ruby actively calling the shots, usually against someone else's warning, all of it leading up to this outcome... so it feels really disingenuous to me to suddenly try and put that on Jaune's shoulders or yes, even to seriously split the guilt, not after years (from our perspective) of Ruby overriding her friends' disagreements, pushing for stupid/dangerous actions, and generally demanding that she call the shots. I can't reconcile that Ruby with a "It's not your fault, we all decided this together" reading. No they didn't. If anyone had disagreed with the Staff plan, Ruby would have simply overridden them, just like we saw with lying to Ironwood and mere episodes ago when Yang and Weiss didn't want to visit the King. What Ruby says goes and once she's demanded that responsibility, she is now likewise responsible for the outcome. It is now her job to think these things through. You lead because you supposedly have more experience and perspective to make those hard decisions.
Jaune is guilty of having really bad ideas. But as leader, Ruby is guilty of indulging them. It's on her head for responding, "Yes. Let's do that."
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