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Hello can you write a smut about virgin joost x virgin reader? Thankss
I wrote this pretty quickly so ignore any errors but this one's for all the horny bastards out there. I see you.
Stolen Glances
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CW: Nsfw, age gap
word count: 2.5k
(I was writing from 1st person than kept randomly switching to 2nd person when I was thinking of Joost's pov, she's a little messy sorry)
My thoughts ran wild as I chewed on the end of my pencil. I was supposed to be revising for my biology exam tomorrow, but how could I when a man as heart throbbing as Joost was sat right in front of me. My father was a well-established manager who had represented the biggest musicians of my time. He had reached out to Joost after his breakthrough single ‘Friesenjung’ and together they had boosted Joost’s international stardom to new levels. My father always had a good eye for talent. They had developed a close bond over the short time they had worked together, my father, a clever and creative man who never stifled Joost’s artistry. Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always been involved in his work, going on tour, tagging along for press and having a string of musicians over at our house constantly. But this was different. Maybe it was just hormones or whatever, a part of growing up, or maybe it was because father was particularly fond of him, or maybe it was the way he always acknowledged me. I don’t know what it was, but he made me feel things I’ve never felt before.
He sat directly in front of me, discussing marketing for his next song, a favourable topic for both Joost and my father. They had been at it for hours, going back and forth intently at our dining room table when I walked in- deciding I wanted to do my work in more ‘natural light’. Of course, I just wanted to be around Joost, his entire demeanour utterly intoxicating to me. I sat at the end of our long dining table, and with my father’s back turned to me, I couldn’t resist stealing glances at Joost every chance I got. In a daze, I admired the way his brows subconsciously furrowed a little in concentration, the way he talked so expressively with his hands. His hands. My mind gradually became clouded with thoughts of his hands roaming my body, what his hands would look like around my neck. I bit down harder on the pencil, almost touching lead. Discreetly, I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together, feining for any pressure down there.
Joost could feel your eyes swallowing him whole. It was nothing new to him now, you always had your beautiful doe eyes plastered to him. He had no problem with the admiration you gave him, he understood your young curiosity. He also understood he could never act on it, could never betray his manager like that. Touching his daughter in all the places she daydreamed about, taking a bit of her sweet innocence away all for himself. No. He’d stay out of your way, be kind to you in other ways, like helping with your school work (even though he was hopeless in his own high school days) and making sure you weren’t too stressed with exams by making you laugh whenever he could. You had been staring at him for quite a while now, you must’ve been particularly horny today, he thought to himself. A slight smirk nipping at the corners of his mouth. He leaned back in his chair and adjusted his pants around his crotch knowing you’ll catch it.
I nearly threw up as he moved in his chair, legs spread as he leaned back adjusting his pants. My eyes grew wide with embarrassment when I noticed Joost’s gaze flicker towards me, evident he knew the affect he had on me. In a panic I hurriedly ran to my room. Tears welled in my eyes at the thought of Joost realising how I felt about him, all he’d ever been to me was kind and now he’s going to think of me as some naive girl with a hopeless crush on him. I cried, regret and humiliation in every drop that soaked my pillow. How could I have been so careless with my feelings?
A light knock at my bedroom door had awoken me from my tear-fueled slumber. Vaguely disorientated, I searched around for my phone. The bright, white light illuminated the room: 9:15pm. “Shit” I wasn’t meant to sleep all day. Groggily, I got to my feet and shuffled over to the door, questioning who it might be.
Joost could tell you had been crying, your eyes red-rimmed and still slightly swollen. He hated seeing you like this, “oh, I’m sorry did I wake you?” his voice soft and concerned.
“Joost…no, no it’s fine...everything okay?” the back of my throat burned, and my voice was faintly raspy.
“You left your things on the table, I just thought I’d drop them off before I went to bed,” he handed me my textbook and laptop but lingered in the doorway as if he had something else to say.
“Are you okay? You’ve been in your room since lunch, tell me what’s going on,” Joost always carried a comforting energy, I felt like I could tell him anything. But not this.
“Oh yeah I was up late last night, got really tired I guess,” followed by a small awkward laugh. Joost stood tall in front of me, having to look up to talk to him filled me with dirty thoughts. He wore a white tank, plaid pyjama pants and his night prescription glasses. His hair scruffy, signalling he had already been in bed. I began questioning the intentions of Joost’s visit, did he really just want to return my things? This late at night? No matter how guilty I felt, I couldn’t shake the butterflies growing in my stomach at the tension between us.
He looked down at you, you were avoiding eye contact now, your leg bouncing nervously and your fingers tapping the door where you held it open. Oh how shy he made you, how vulnerable and yielding. He felt bad after what had happened today, he contemplated for hours in bed if he should make it up to you tonight or just let it be. But seeing you now made it an easy choice.
“You know, I really don’t mind” he almost whispered, tilting his head and stepping ever so slightly closer. I glanced up once again, confusion and anticipation coursing through me. “Mind what?” I asked through a clueless façade. He shook his head, slowly stepping forward until he was completely in the confines of my bedroom, closing the door gently behind him. Just me and him. “I see the way you look at me…I’ve seen the way you cross your legs in the process” a wild smile danced over his lips, that’s when I realised this was all wildly funny to him. The entire time I’ve been losing my fucking mind over this man- he had been totally and utterly aware and amused. I scoffed at his upfront words, “God, what are you talking about Joost. You’re crazy, what are you getting at-” I was abruptly cut off by Joost’s huge hands firmly placed on my arms, pushing me back towards my bed.
“Sit.” With your lips still slightly parted with the ghost of whatever bullshit you were carrying on about, you obeyed, looking down into your lap and fidgeting with your fingers. Your surge of false confidence had been his last straw. He was going to give you whatever you wanted, all you had to do was tell him. He traced a tender finger along your jawline, he glimpsed your eyelashes fluttering from his angle, felt your breath hitch. He lifted your chin with his index finger, Those gorgeous eyes shimmering wide with unspoken desire.
Already, I was going to absolutely crumble under Joost’s very minimal touch. His fingers barely grazing my skin were well enough to send shivers cascading down my spine. I was timid and taken aback but at the same time I craved more; I wanted to feel him everywhere. “What were you saying?” he flashed another one of his cheeky grins I loved so much. His sly comment made me laugh this time around, turning the tense atmosphere surprisingly warm. He sat down next to me, causing fleeting touches of our arms and thighs. I was enveloped in his familiar scent, calming my nerves further. He placed a hand on my thigh, his tattooed finger drawing delicate circles as he spoke. “Let me give you what you want” his voice was low and hummed a beautiful harmony. I’d imagined this scenario countless times ever since I first laid eyes on my Joost. He had no idea what I’d let him do to me.
“Just be gentle,” the sweet sound of your consent aroused Joost more than he ever could’ve imagined. He wrapped his other hand around the back of your neck and pulled you in inches from him. With his thumb he caressed your bottom lip, your breathing heavy and erratic against every move he made. “I wouldn’t be anything else for you” he uttered softly, his words dripping with reassurance before grabbing your face and placing a light kiss over your needy lips.
For me, this small kiss was a revelation. The taste of him, the feeling of a mans lips pressed against mine while his hands caressed my body, it was a rush of sensations I’ve never experienced before. He lightly pecked my lips once more before smashing hungrily into me, kissing and sucking. With his hands still cradling my face and his lips still glued to mine he urged me to lay down. I wrapped one arm around his neck, and one hand curled around his bicep beside my head as he ruthlessly attacked my lips a while longer.
Heavenly whimpers escaped both you and Joost, still being cautious not to wake anyone. Pulling away and seeing your lips so swollen and kiss-bitten made Joost so proud.
My body ached for him, “I can’t take much more of this” I whined as he left a trail of kisses down my neck. He lifted my shirt up over my head and continued down my stomach, his hands eagerly grabbing the sides of my waist and tits. He stopped at the edge of my pants, sat up and came to rest his back against the head of the bed. “Come here baby” he softly instructed me while patting the space in between his outstretched legs. He held me steady while I took up position, my close to bare back comfortably leaning into his chest, the difference in size apparent. His arms draped down to my thighs, his fingers never failing to caress every inch. Waves of comfort came with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as he lowered his tongue to the nape of my neck, licking a long stripe up to my ear.
“Just relax,” he breathed, making the hairs on my neck stand straight. His hands ventured back to my pants, pulling them off with deliberate slowness, I lifted my hips to help and kicked them off the bed. “You’re so beautiful,” each word warm against my skin. His tantalizing hands resumed their careful journey as the cool air nipped against my newly exposed skin. I sucked in an audible breath as his fingers trailed up my inner thigh, “Is this okay?,” he said pausing just before my underwear to gauge my reaction. A weak nod was all I could muster up, I couldn’t resist slowly rocking my hips back and forth against him from the thrill of his touch. With my eyes closed tight I buried my face into Joost as the pad of his thumb brushed over the delicate fabric along my wet slit.
You squirmed into Joost ceaselessly, as he applied more and more pressure, unknowingly giving him a massage of his own through his pants. Your panties were becoming increasingly more damp, to the point where they clung to you leaving nothing to the imagination. Joost took this as a sign you were ready for more. You hadn’t opened your eyes since he started, your head was turned to the side, buried in his chest resulting in your neck being awfully exposed. A hot half moan escaped your lips in surprise as Joost’s mouth worked skillfully on your sensitive neck, his tongue flicking against your skin before he sucked ravenously, drawing out even more of those sweet, breathless sounds. At the same time he slipped his hand underneath the waistband of your underwear. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders and mouth wide open as he stroked your swollen clit and folds. You were involuntarily trembling and bucking against him as he fingered you to the edge. Every muscle inside your body was quivering aggressively. Deep tremors formed in your core and rippled outward. All composure was gone under his overwhelming touch.
My breaths came in heavy, uneven gasps. My chest rising and falling rapidly. I was completely at his mercy as his fingers worked me closer and closer. Every nerve in my body was aflame, my senses so desperately flooded by the delicious friction and heat of his touch. I was right there, teetering on the edge, ready to dive into the abyss of ecstasy he had created. Then his hands pulled away.
The abrupt halt left me gasping, my body trembling with unfulfilled need and anguish. My eyes flew open to meet his, “Joost, why would you stop?” He ignored my question and kissed me in compensation. “Not yet” was all he gave me. I kissed him open-mouthed and needy, my heart ponded in my chest, tension lingering in my aching body. With our lips still attached I wrapped a hand around the firm forearm draped around my waist and guided him back to down to the hot mess he had left me with. Desire still burning hotter than ever.
“You need me that bad baby,” his accent a seductive melody. “Please,” the desperation in my voice so evident- my cheeks burnt red. He gave no resistance to the tiny hand around his wrist, full of urgency and insistence. This time your eyes never left his, the intensity of longing clear to him. He found his hand back where you needed It most, your hips arched, silently begging for his touch. The moment his fingers made contact once again, a shudder ran through you, a suppressed moan released. “Don’t stop,” you commanded. You had a certain feralness to you the second time around, showing him exactly where and how you wanted him. Never letting go of the tightening grip around his wrist. Your body was pressed tightly into Joost’s, using him shamelessly like a toy. You needed him to finish what he had started, and you weren’t afraid to show him how much you wanted it. The reserved nature he knew you by was overcome by an insatiable desire. He pushed his tattooed fingers deep into your gushing entrance, frantically pumping in and out of you. “Fuckk,” tears spilled down your cheeks as you finally came.
Joost’s touch softened immediately, noticing you were overstimulated. You turned to your side still heightened with emotions and riding out the orgasm. With tender care Joost cradled you in his arms, running his hand through your hair, soothing you through the storm. “You’re okay.”
Nestled into the curve of his arms, you felt a soft blanket envelop you, and with a sigh of content you allowed yourself to surrender to sleep.
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(And he never even took any cloths off)
Also just realised I never actually stated she was a virgin
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LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU (PART ONE)
carl grimes x fem!reader
tags: SMUT!!! p in v, RIDINGGGGG BABYYYY, unprotected sex (be safe!)
masterlist here!
i wrote this so i could get motivated to write again, it’s the first fic i’ve written that wasn’t requested in a long ass time, so this one’s just an idea from me and a fic for myself i hope u like!!! (also thanks to my bsf @delusionaldolly for helping me describe sex positions LMAOOOO i don’t write smut often i needed opinions.)
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Carl was always telling you that you needed to be safe outside the walls. He always told you if you were to go on a run, the only people you should go with was Daryl or Glenn. So, when he told you he couldn’t go on a woods date because he’d be going out for supplies with the two of them, you wanted to go with. But he still refused.
“I don’t understand, I thought you said it was fine if Glenn and Daryl took me, you said they’re the most reliable. We were supposed to go to the woods anyway…” You reason, following him through the house as he gathered his belongings. “We can go on the date tomorrow, anyway this time’s different. We’re going to the store on Miller street, the last time the guys went, it was filled with walkers.” He makes his way out of your guys’ room and down the hall. “Well why’re you going then? I don’t want you to.”
He stops just before the stairs and he sighs, turning around to look at you intently. “It’s just how it is, okay? I don’t want to have to worry about you out there, and you definitely don’t have to worry about me.” He explains. You’re sort of annoyed at the fact he thinks he has to take care of you. He continues down the steps and you follow after. “You don’t have to worry about me, I don’t understand. You’re being quite the hypocrite.” You refute. He shakes his head and grabs his bag before heading towards the door.
“Seriously Carl, what the fuck?” He places his hand on the handle and turns to you. “I’ll see you at eight.” He opens the door and leaves, shutting the door behind him.
You stayed home the whole day, quite pissed to say the least. You babysat Judith, which didn’t bother you at all but you’d rather have gone with him. You felt worried, not to mention left out. By the time they came home, you were sitting on the floor in the living room with Judith, playing with her toys. “Here, bug, this one has jingles.” You shake the toy in front of her and she yawns, grabbing it but dropping it. You hear the front door open and you see Carl and Daryl walking through the door. AKA your signal to get Judith up to bed.
You stand up and pull Judith up as well, letting her stand on your feet as you take slow steps towards the stairs. They both acknowledge you and Carl’s the first to say something. “Hey, how was babysitting?” He asks, noticing how focused you are on keeping Judith on your feet. “It was fun. We gotta go to bed, don’t we Judith?” You reply dismissively, Daryl and Carl share a knowing look while you head up the stairs.
You get Judith changed and in her crib, you exit and closer her door quietly before turning to be met with Carl just standing there. “Oh sh-” You put your hand over your heart and he sort of giggles at you. “Jesus christ make a noise or something.” You roll your eyes and walk down the hall and he follows after. “I’m alive, see? The run was a breeze.”
He tries his best to make you realize you were wrong about not wanting him to go out. “Yeah no shit, I see that but that doesn’t make the whole situation any less frustrating.” You retort. He closes the door behind you guys and you sit on the bed, kicking your boots off your feet and he does the same. “I was left here alone, not to mention you ditched our date.” You stand up to start changing and he watches you from the bed. “I know, and I’m sorry I just- It seemed like the best way for me to get practice with knives. I’m still not the best since…my eye.” He replies quietly. You turn from the dresser to look at him.
Well you just feel bad now. “Shit I just feel sort of selfish…I’m sorry.” You sort of sympathize with him and walk over to run your hand through his hair. “Don’t worry. I get it, probably more than anyone.” He holds the sides of your thighs, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth over them as he looks up at you. “But, if you wanna make it up to me, and if you’d let me make it up to you…I can think of somethin we could do.”
Within the next couple minutes you’re both stripped of your clothes, Carl is sitting back against the pillows while you’re on his lap. He has your tit in his mouth, his eyes shut, just enjoying the feeling of your nipple against his tongue. He moans against your skin and your hand goes up to tug on his hair a bit. He pulls away from your chest to look up at you breathlessly. “Please I need to feel you.”
You smile and adjust your position on his lap, slowly sinking onto his dick. The both of you moan at the feeling, he leans his head against your chest as he feels your heat surround him. His hands go to your hips, yours go to his shoulders to steady yourself. He guides your hips back and forth, only making the pace quicker. “Oh fuck you drive me insane.” He mumbles into your chest, his eyes half lidded and his grip on your hips getting tighter.
You can feel him start to buck his hips upwards, pushing his dick farther into you. You lean on him a bit, resting your weight on your knees as you straddle him, allowing him to thrust up even more. He rests your hands on your waist and looks up at you, watching as your eyes roll back into your head at the pleasure. He slows a bit and you pull away to lean back on your hands, his cock still penetrating you while you steady yourself. This put your body on display, he could see everything.
You start to move yourself back and forth, practically fucking yourself on him. Carl’s eyes go wide at the way you grind on him, he could cum from the sight alone. And he almost did. “Fuck- m’gonna-” He said shakily. You’re breathing heavy, the feeling leaves you unable to speak and Carl leans forward to rub your clit with his thumb. That basically sends you over the edge and you cum, moaning quite loudly. The feeling of you clenching around him added on top of your moans causes Carl’s orgasm to follow shortly after.
A couple of minutes went by and you were cuddled together in bed, he’d cleaned you up and pulled your clothes back on for you. You loved aftercare with him, he was always the sweetest. The two of you soon fell asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.
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The next morning, you had perimeter watch so Carl woke up early to make you breakfast. Or try at least, he made you eggs and selected some fruit for you to eat before leaving. He sat and talked with you, making you laugh before leaving for work. You did a ton of different stuff at Alexandria, perimeter watch was your least favorite. You’d even faked having a bad headache one time to get out of it.
So, you stood there watching carefully when you hear a voice from the bottom of the post. It was Glenn. You peak your head over. “Can I come up?” He asks. “Yeah go for it.” You step back and continue to watch around the gates while you waited for him to climb up. Once he did, he looked at you and sort of laughed awkwardly. He was being weird but he’s always sort of like that so you didn’t pay any mind to it. “Did you need something?” Your focus is still on the scenery in front of you as you speak.
“Uhh…yeah there was sort of something I need to tell you about the run yesterday.” He was nervous and it was evident with his tone. You turn to him, your eyebrows furrowing a tad. “Okay..explain.” He nods and swallows hard. “Just- don’t get angry okay? I mean I’m not really meant to be saying anything but I feel horrible to keep it from you and-”
“Oh my god please just spit it out.” You cut him off. “Right. Yesterday Carl had a close call with a walker, it basically tackled him and was really close to just-” He stops for a moment but continues. “It almost bit his face off. Daryl saved him last second when I’d got close enough to hear their conversation…I guess they didn’t see me, they made an agreement to keep it from you. Not to tell you about it.” He explained, somewhat ashamed.
You stop to think. You felt shitty about it all, for sure. He’d gotten pissy at you about wanting to go, made you feel bad for not wanting him to go, and used the excuse of his eye. He told you it all went well. He lied to your face, then fucked you after.
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a/n: part two is coming soon :)
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Roomates! Soap x Ghost x Konig 🤭🤭???
Oh boy
Like, all of them as roommates for each other? Or with the reader? I'll try and write both but just a disclaimer, I'm not great at MLM content for various reasons lol, if that's what you were looking for :/
So, disclaimer, I'm not poly either so please forgive my mistakes here.
Room mates w/o reader:
- The first thing that comes to mind for me is that the grocery bill would be insane. 3 big, buff men living in an apartment, or more likely a house together.
- Also in my experience guys don't tend to shop very well for themselves so the fridge would be a bachelor situation.
- I do think that Soap would be the one to keep the food situation in check the most? He would at least try to make the groceries balanced
- If this isn't gay polyamory, then I feel like König would get yelled at once or twice for walking around naked
- IF IT IS GAY POLYAMORY‼️‼️‼️ then they most definitely like to walk around shirtless.
- Ghost and Soap cuddle each other on the regular :3
-They all cuddle, they had to get custom big furniture to fit them all together comfortably.
-Soap cooks for his boyfriends the most. Ghost burns things every time somehow.
-They have a tiny little black cat who loves all of them dearly. Koenig sat on a black shirt once, but everyone else thought it was her and he almost got kicked out of the giant bed that night.
-Thankfully she walked in the room right after. She was profusely cuddled. She is also just generally a very spoiled cat since no one really wants children.
Room mates x Fem! Reader
- The boys all had different reactions to you moving in. Soap was excited, he was all for having a new friend, and a cute girl like you around the house
- Ghost, on the other hand, wasn't that for it. A strange girl moving in with 3 strange men? Is she insane?
- König was in the middle. As nice as having a female roommate sounded, he also felt as if it was a less then smart decision on your part.
- It doesn't take long for them to all come around to your presence.
- As the weeks go on, they catch themselves sneaking glimpses at you while in the house
- Sometimes when the stars align them and it's just you and one of them home alone, you often find yourself cuddled up to Ghost or König on the couch more often then not. Soap has already been openly flirting with you at this point, so he does more overt things like taking you out or making food for you.
- As time passes by, you find yourself being taken out to more fancy places, you start receiving nice gifts, all thanks to their lavish mercenary salaries. Eventually, it all comes to a head and you come home one day to them sitting in the living room together.
- "We need to talk." says Ghost. You sit down nervously in an armchair. Johnny clears his throat. "It seems like I'm not the only one who's been treating you, lass." König stares silently with his arms crossed.
- "I wasn't aware it was anything serious..." you stutter out. "Oh, it doesn't have to be, we'll help you move out and everyone can forget each other." Koenig replies. "Wouldn't want to make you choose, you can't date all of us."
-Your heart ached upon hearing that statement. You came to love all 3 of them over the course of living there, but he was right. "Well hold on there, who says she can't?" said Johnny. "You haven't even asked her yet!"
-The men turn to look at you again. "Well, lass?"
-"I... I suppose we could give it a try. If you all are good with it."
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Hot for Teacher(s) 11
Part 10
The smell of a pup was usually a fresh, neutral scent on their own until they officially presented and it ripened with the unique scent of adolescence. It was why scenting one’s child was important. A way to mark them as your own for the whole world to know. And it was typical of parents to do this before seeing their child off somewhere, particularly school.
Shawn never really noticed before now how sometimes his classmates would smell just a little different, depending on who scented them. He wasn’t the only one with one parent but Daniel got to see his mom on weekends, and Elodie still talked to her dad. Shawn was the only one with a single parent with no contact with his other. And he wasn’t complaining. But now that he noticed, he wondered if other people noticed his single note of a scent.
No one had ever made him feel bad about it but maybe they were just being nice about his situation…
Eddie greeted his students in the morning, usually with a high five or a fist bump. “Warm up’s on your desks, make sure you have a sharpened pencil.”
Elodie got to her desk before unpacking and looked at the worksheet. “Do we get to color?”
“What do the directions say?”, Eddie asked, encouraging her to read.
“‘Color…your fa…vorite food’. Yay!”
Eddie told her good job before seeing to the other students and making sure unpacking by the cubbies went without any drama. It all seemed to be going well, so he turned his back. Of course, that was when he heard shoving and the beginnings of a wailing cry.
Shawn was at his desk while Mr. Munson tried to soothe Yasmin. She bumped her head against his leg like she was much younger than six, a move that would normally get an adult to scent her and assure her she wasn’t in trouble. Mr. Munson just gave her a pat on the head and reminded her that the cubbies had names and she couldn’t just put her things wherever she wanted, but also Daniel shouldn’t toss other’s belongings onto the floor.
Mr. Munson was really nice like that, giving head pats, and high fives, but he never scented any of the students. That would be weird. But would he scent Shawn? Where did they stand, now that he was dating his dad?
After school, Steve came and he rubbed Shawn’s cheeks. “You’re like my cute mochi thing. What do they call it? The white thing?”
“Cinnamoroll?”, Eddie and Shawn said in unison.
“No, the other thing. The rabbit.”
“That’s Cinnamoroll, Dad. Now please release my cheeks”, Shawn said.
That just made Steve squish them together more. “No, there’s something else. And I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be a dog anyway.” He let Shawn’s face go and looked up at Eddie. “We still on for tonight?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world”, Eddie promised.
Shawn waited until they were in the car before asking. “What’s tonight?”
Steve smiled. “He’s coming over for dinner.”
“What’re we having?”, Shawn asked, trying to look nonchalant as he played with his seatbelt.
“I was thinking cockroach legs and frog’s eyes”, Steve said, snickering at the look of disgust that he caught in the mirror. “Well what would you serve then?”
“Make your own tacos. I saw you taking out ground beef earlier.”
“You know what, that could work”, Steve agreed. Nevermind that Shawn also would’ve seen the different vegetables on the counter, as well as various sauces which could only be used for tacos. Christopher Nolan, eat your heart out.
Eddie would be spending the evening with them as it was decided that he should do so without it being a date. He and Steve knew they worked well together, now it was time to add Shawn to the mix. He would only be his teacher for a few more months after all. And then in a few years, he would probably be Steve’s. So keeping them apart for that reason was about to be null and void.
Steve had Shawn finish his homework at the table while he started cooking. Eddie arrived about half an hour later, knocking at the door. Steve sent Shawn to get it only because he was washing his hands from touching raw meat and he recognized the roar of Eddie’s van by now.
“Well, if it isn’t the man of the house”, Eddie smiled when Shawn opened the door.
“Are you here to sell cookies?”, Shawn teased.
“Hmm, no cookies, only pie”, he said, bringing one from behind his back.
Shawn shrugged. “That’ll work.”
He let Eddie in and they joined his dad in the kitchen. Eddie greeted Steve with a kiss, who smiled when he saw the dessert Eddie brought.
“You didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t. Safeway did.”
Dinner was a fun affair. Probably the only low point for Shawn was when the two of them randomly broke out into a song that he didn’t know and even danced along to it. Did they not see how embarrassing they were? The tacos were good though. Shawn liked to put a ton of cheese on his.
“Hey, you got something there”, Eddie said in the middle of eating.
“Where?”, Steve asked, trying to look at his own face.
Eddie put a swipe of sour cream on his nose. “There.”
Shawn laughed enough to shake his own taco (#3) and make half the ingredients spill out onto his plate. After eating, Shawn helped by bringing the dirty dishes to the sink and helping Steve wrap up the leftovers while Eddie got to washing. Shawn got to take his slice of pie to the living room so long as he ate at the coffee table, leaving the two adults alone.
They were shoulder to shoulder as they washed and dried. At one point, Steve put his head on Eddie’s shoulder and they paused for a moment, soaking it all in. It was only one night but this one night boded well for their future. Once the dishes were done, they joined Shawn, who had taken up the middle of the couch. Without a word, they sat on either side of him. Shawn had it on a kids’ sitcom, but honestly it didn’t matter what they were watching.
Steve and Eddie’s arms were across the back of the couch so that they could touch, leaving Eddie’s side open for Shawn to lean into. Shawn let out a yawn, full and tired. Then he bumped his forehead against Eddie’s chest. His eyes bugged out, looking at Steve for a sign, approval, something. He didn’t want to spook Shawn by using his voice though. Steve’s eyes were glistening a little as he nodded.
Slowly, Eddie brought his arm down and rubbed his wrist against Shawn’s hair and cheeks. Steve could just barely hear the coo of contentment. When they were sure he was asleep, Eddie gathered Shawn in his arms and carried him to his room, Steve leading the way.
“Wait for me in my room”, Steve whispered so that he could give Shawn a bit of privacy while dressing him down in his pjs.
Eddie waited faithfully, sitting on the edge of the bed when Steve finally came in. They spent the night sharing slow kisses, building each other up while using just their hands to finish the job. It was still a school night, after all.
From then on, Eddie took some time to scent Shawn while he was fully awake, sometimes even at school. The other students didn’t think much of it but the week after just happened to be the school-wide spelling bee. A few parents were in attendance. Steve couldn’t make it, as it was the middle of the day, but Eddie promised him pictures.
Shawn took first place, almost stumbling on the word ‘lightning’ but pushing through. The awards were given and parents congratulated their kids, getting pictures as well. Eddie kept himself available, only about half of his students’ parents showed up. Shawn showed his trophy to a friend who was standing by their dad.
He knelt down by Shawn. “You want me to get some pics for your dad, kiddo?”
“Mr. Munson’s gonna text my dad, right?”, Shawn beamed.
“That I will”, Eddie promised.
It was such a benign interaction that Eddie didn’t think a thing of it. But in that moment, the other parent caught a whiff of Shawn, who smelled too similar to Mr. Munson. And texting a parent? On its own, not strange but he’d been careful not to give out his personal number to anyone. He communicated mostly through emails. Sometimes a flyer in the kids’ folders. It was all just adding up to something fishy in his opinion…
He voiced as much to his wife when he got home and she just didn’t see it.
“Are you trying to say Shawn’s dad slept with the teacher so he could win the spelling bee?”
“I mean I’m not saying that exactly, but it seems kind of rigged, doesn’t it?”
She called their daughter down from her room. “Is your friend Shawn a good speller?”
“Yeah, he can even spell some second grade words. They ran out of first grade words to give him.”
“Well, your daddy didn’t mention that.”
“I just think we shouldn’t rule it out.” A lot of the parents knew each other, at least in passing. So it was no secret that Steve was single. Of course, most would never suspect he was dating his son’s teacher but considering the scent he was carrying…
As this was brewing on Eddie's side, from Steve's past a familiar face approached closer and closer.
Part 12 coming soon
Fun fact: that actually happened at my school's spelling bee. Two of my first graders spelled so well, they had to move on to second grade words. Don't praise me though, they came to me that smort.
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Because the start of Pride month is also my birthday, and I also haven't stopped thinking about it, I'm celebrating my ass with this.
Maybe a younger-looking f! reader gets flirted at in one of the bars you visited and the 141 men are jealous for a different reason.
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Let's say that you wanted to go out with the 141 men for drinks but because of previous problems with other men, you decide to maybe dress up like a man to not get bothered. You got a tight tank inside a loose shirt, maybe one of Gaz's caps you borrowed (begged until he gave it to you) pulled low on your head, some baggy pants and whatever oversized army jacket you find, and when you look at the mirror, you look passably like a boy pretending to be an adult.
The men, most likely Johnny and/or Kyle, tease you for your look even if you retort that it's for your comfort. John probably crinkles his nose a little as he tell you that you didn't need to do that as they are there to stop those sort of interactions for you, with Simon humming in agreement, which is great and all but they can get very suffocating in their protection.
So you all get to a nearby bar that has a decent number of people in it; a lot of folks trying to escape the boring humdrum of life by spicing it up with some liquor. Men and women alike all staring once you all walk in, not that you think they are staring at you, more than likely staring at your companions who are definitely impressive.
Big, muscular men towering over your form, concealing you from most eyes, which you are thankful for. Social anxiety is a big problem for you, and being in the limelight does you no good unless it is among people you know.
Simon probably buys the first round, while you all cram yourselves in a booth or a corner with a view of the entire place, just as a habit. Most of the people's interest and wayward stares towards your group dies down unless one of you stands up to grab another round of drinks.
On your turn to grab the drinks, you end up next to a woman by the bar stools, after more folks come in and crowd the bartender. You recognize her as the "pretty lass" Johnny had heavily gushed about, making him take a lot longer in grabbing all of your drinks, and the one Kyle had striked up a conversation too on his turn, trying to charm her with his pretty eyes.
As you wait for the bartender to be free for your order, the woman strikes up a conversation with you.
"You don't look old enough to be here in this bar. Is the mohawk and his group your brothers?", she inquires with a smile.
"You can say that," you say, adding, "although he is definitely adopted".
She giggles, and you sneak a glance over to your group to realize that they are staring at you two, Johnny frantically waving and motioning for you to get her number, pointing at him and audibly mouthing "please please please". Kyle's shaking his head trying to stiffle his laughter, and John and Simon are both looking on in amusement.
"Well," she says, "adopted or not, you all look very handsome."
"Thank you, you look very beautiful too," you shyly reply, because what are you supposed to say to a compliment like that?
The bartender finally approaches you two, and they take one look at you before asking for your ID, which you sheepishly provide. The woman beside you introduces herself as Rebecca, giggling all the while the bartender checks over your information. You hear squawks of laughter that you recognize as Johnny, and as you glance back at them, you see Kyle and him exchanging money.
"Bastards took a bet on me getting ID'ed," you mutter under your breath as you get it back and order your round of drinks.
"You should spit in their drinks," Rebecca suggests. "Or I could do it for you if you want."
"I dunno, they might like that and think of it as a reward," you snort. "They might bother you more now that they see you talking to me," you add.
"Hmmmm, I might just have the idea to mess with them then," she says, and beckons you a little closer with a conspiratorial wink.
"Let's hear it," you say, but then you are taken aback as she holds your face and gives you a kiss on your cheek, and multiple more all over your face. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth opening in surprise at her. She giggles at your reaction, still craddling your face in her hands.
"Oooooh, my lipstick looks good on you," she says, smudging some of the marks on your face.
"I-I'm a girl," you stammer out, feeling a little light-headed and out of breath, as you hear the bartender approach with your ordered drinks.
"Oh, even better," she purrs out, before pulling your face closer to hers, but this time, planting a kiss right on your open mouth, not even hesitating to reach her tongue out to yours.
Simon says it was probably about 10 seconds of kissing, before she pulls away, writes something on her napkin and hands it to you before sending you back to your table with your drinks. You don't remember, brain shutting down as soon as your lips touched, just knowing she had soft lips and that she smelled great.
You barely register Johnny and Kyle clammoring over you and fussing that you got to their choice first. What you do notice is when John and the other two give Simon some bills, as you just barely hear Simon's whisper, "Told ya she'll get someone still".
#tf 141#fem reader#can be read as platonic or romantic#i am an ace but will still accept kisses from pretty people especially#cod#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#john price#john soap mactavish
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❝RISES THE MOON❞
❦summary; under the moon's gentle light, a bond can be strengthen and affections shared
♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, riddle rosehearts
✎word count; 1,336
❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, very fluffy, sleeping next to each other, reader is stubborn, riddle is also stubborn, stubborn together🌈
☛the author's notes; hi, hello. do not mind i haven't written in 6 months.
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It was cold tonight, the breeze a bit stronger than normal. A blanket was brought along for the journey to accommodate for the colder air. It was dark, so you brought along your flashlight. Footsteps echo in the empty corridors, shadows stretching as the light you hold hits the columns.
You had never been out in the school when it was dark before. If you were younger, the fear of ghosts and ghouls that come to snatch you away would be present in your mind. Now though, you know that the ghosts here wouldn’t snatch you away. Or at least won’t hurt you. There was a thrill to all of this though, almost like you were a teenager sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night. The feeling of it all makes your heart race, your legs carrying you through the halls. However, a mundane act of teenage rebellion isn’t the reason why you’re here tonight.
Your goal tonight was the library. Though there was a slight difficulty due to the different environment, but you make it there in due time, the lights dimmed to a more soothing and less harsh color. Your eyes are drawn to the only light source that wasn’t a gentle green, the glow of the orange lamplight drawing you in. At that table lies a head of red hair reminiscent of roses, hunched over a project he no doubt is trying to do as perfectly as he can.
“Riddle!”
Riddle looks up in confusion, swiveling his head until he sees you, who was already walking over to him. He stands up quickly, a mix of confusion and a hint of a frown on his lips. Of course, Riddle was never too pleased when you would break any rules, big or small, and being awake at night when you’re supposed to be asleep. Though, one would suppose that he was more worried about what his partner was doing up so late than mere rules.
“What are you doing up so late?” Riddle’s hands go to hold yours, trailing up to adjust the blanket around your shoulders. “And why are you wearing a blanket around your shoulders? Are you cold? This is too thin for you.” He doesn’t even allow you a nod before Riddle is taking off his blazer, pulling the blanket from your shoulders to replace it. Riddle makes sure to put the blanket back on, an added layer of protection against the cold.
An expression of thanks slips from your lips, much warmer with the added layer. The only response you get is a soft “of course”, which is better than his usual flustered expression. Riddle leads you back to his area of operating, sitting you down first before he does the same. For a moment, it’s silent, the two of you staring at the other. “Now, what are you doing up so late? You shouldn’t be roaming the halls so late. Students shouldn’t be roaming the halls during night and it’s bad for your health.” Ah, there it is. You were wondering how long it would take.
You turn your head away, a light grin on your lips as you turn to look back at Riddle, though it’s obvious he’s none too pleased with you. “Well,” You begin, fingers fiddling with the buttons of his blazer. The fabric wafts the gentle scent of soil and flowers, a smell that you associate with the one you call your partner. You have to take a moment to just let it envelop you, to breathe it in and allow yourself to relax. “I wanted to see you.” A simple and sweet answer. The truth too.
This, however, doesn’t seem like a suitable answer for Riddle, because he lets out a long exhale, gloved fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. His forehead wrinkles in the way he does when he thinks for a long time or when he frowns. “You can see me in the morning. I don’t understand why you would sneak out of your dorm to simply ‘see me’.” Riddle responds, brows furrowed as he gives you a stern expression. He isn’t angry, no. More worried for your well-being or this becoming a common occurrence. Of course, it isn’t everyday that the Riddle Rosehearts is staying up late to finish homework. He was too busy today to even begin to think about his homework.
Riddle’s response makes you frown, an expression that could almost be called a pout on your lips. “But you’re staying up too. And you’ve been too busy for us to actually spend time together.”
Riddle is quick to retort with, “I talked to you before class.” Though, this is quickly countered with, “You asked me how my day was and left.”
“We spent lunch together recently though.”
“Yes, we did. Last week. And we barely talked!”
Back and forth, each example is quickly refuted. Back and forth, you and Riddle fuss at each other almost endlessly.
“Well–” Riddle pauses, thinking about his words before he continues. “You shouldn’t be up so late at night.”
“Well you shouldn’t either! You said you would go easier on yourself!”
Riddle opens his mouth, likely to return the remark so that this argument could end, more like squabbling, but pauses. He takes a moment to breathe, hands planted firmly on his thighs before he exhales. After a moment, Riddle takes one of your hands into his own, a shy little peck pressed to your knuckles. An apology, of sorts. Or maybe to sate your wanting for his attention. Either way, it’s enough to calm the air,
“You know you shouldn’t be up so late.” Riddle says, hand still holding yours. You nod and squeeze his hand.
“You’re so busy lately.” It’s a plain statement, a fact that has been true for the past couple weeks. Of course, Riddle has felt the lack of time spent with you, though his mind has been more preoccupied with other matters that, unfortunately, didn’t involve you.
Silence takes the two of you for minutes, what seems like hours. Hands intertwined, eyes locked. It was romantic, in a way. But romantic enough.
Then, a sigh is heard from Riddle and he scoots his chair closer to yours. In almost an instant, your head is on his shoulder and a pen is in his right hand again. This time, his left hand is preoccupied with holding your hand, his head slightly tilted towards your own. He doesn’t say anything, pen hovering above the paper in wait for something. It takes a moment before you respond by squeezing his hand once more, an exhale escaping you as you lean your head’s weight on his shoulder. That was apparently the confirmation Riddle needed, as the sound of his pen against the paper is heard, a calming noise that can be heard along with Riddle’s soft breathing.
Your ears are filled with the sound of the pen scratching against paper, the scent of roses and strawberries filling your nose, your hand held in the tight and reassuring grasp of your partner. This was what you wanted, to be near him. Even though this wasn’t what you imagined when you came here tonight, then again what else would you have expected, but it felt enough. Not enough to make up for the weeks of being without Riddle, but it was a start.
You don’t know when you fell asleep, or even when you closed your eyes, but you do. And Riddle notices it, with the way your body leans its weight against him a bit more. It’s what signals him to take a break, if only to fix the blanket around your shoulders. Riddle can feel himself already relax in simply your presence, eyes fluttering in an attempt to not fall for the allure that is sleep. No one can resist the call and, soon, Riddle’s eyes slip shut.
There the two lay, a picturesque scene of two lovers leaning against one another as they sleep.
#✎haunted books✎#briarvalleyarchives#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twisted wonderland writing#twst writing#my writing#riddle rosehearts#twst riddle#twst riddle rosehearts#riddle twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader
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more for the ghost swap! unsure of whether to keep the designs as is, but it may suffice for me to ramble now!
Morro:
- an adventurous boy who grows up in a fairly normal, but more secluded village where more or less everyone is responsible for the kids. as such, his origins are never quite questioned by himself or others.
- his demeanor changes when he starts being haunted by strange dreams, nightmares. he keeps invisioning a cold, dark place, with lost souls screaming for mercy. and a voice that tells him it'll get him sooner or later, and that there's no reason to hide. over time, his visions shift, he begins seeing a different, but equally dark realm, a large figure of doom terrorizing the land.
- his friends get freaked out by his sudden shift in temper, he gets more anxious and more on edge, snapping at interactions he would normally have lovingly teased in in return. the adults notice too, and they get concerned, but he won't let them help him becasue he feels as though they can't understand and would only ridicule him for thinkign the world is going to end.
- he's already suspected that those dreams were more than just that, but after a long while they began clearing up: he envisioned clearly an ancient tomb, and a monastery at the top of a mountain. feeling destiny calling - as well as shunned by his peers - he sets out to find these places
- the ancient tomb turns out to be the tomb of a serpentine tribe. oops. whoever he frees first (havent thought of who to swap pythor with yet) thanks him and convinces him that "yes, of course, we want to help save the world :)". of course morro falls for it, he's a kid and he's been travelling the country alone for who knows how long, it's his first friend in a while.
- morro gets suspicious when he sees the serpentine, all of whom were freed by then, attack civilians, but he writes it all off until he catches the pythor stand-in talk to the other generals about their plans to awaken the Great Devourer. he confronts his supposed friend about it, he threatens his life now that he sees morro as a liability in the plan, and morro barely escapes with his life
- knowing he messed up, he recalls the second part of his final vision: the monastery. he takes up his final strength to search for it and arrives there compeltely hungered out and exhausted. They take him in no questions asked. privately, he confides in Master Preeminent that he has been the one to free the Serpentine and cause the chaos unfolding at the moment. he tells her all he knows about their plans. Wrayth overhears them and snitches ot the rest of the crew, souring their opinion of the kid
- this whole au is just full of trust issues huh... cant blame morro for not trusting them a whole lot after the fiasco with pythor's swap-partner. and on top of that, morro is terrified from what he has seen in his visions, thinking that at any moment, the world could end. they all dont really like each other at firs,t and morro isnt exactly helping himself when he also acts like a little jerk sometimes, but they can see pretty soon that he's just a scared kid who made a mistake thinking he was doing the right thing, and feels hella responsible for all the bad things happening.
- in the process of bonding with him, not only do they find out hes the master of wind, but after Bansha saves him and unlocks her true potential, it is also revealed he is destined to be the green ninja! ruh oh!
Lloyd:
- Master of energy. Son of Misako and Garmadon (shocker, they have him much earlier here, though). confident, powerful, undoubtedly skilled, but ultimately hindered by his pride
- throughout his childhood, he always had the feeling his mother hid something, something bad she wasn't willing to share with him or his father. over the years, he would watch his mother be consumed by evil, and his father was powerless to stop it. Nonetheless he would try: Misako held out for pretty long until compeltely succumbing to it, so he saw hope in finding a cure. Lloyd, then a teen already, was left in the care of his aunt Preeminent
- he became fascinated, wanting to learn everything about combat. Preeminent soon told him of the prophecy of the green ninja, and telling him it might be him who is destined to save ninjago from his mother. A hard thing for any child ot hear, but Lloyd accepted it as fact that one day, he would have to fight his mother.
- he trained and trained without pause, but when the golden weapons didn't glow, Preeminent knew she had been mistaken. They were both shocked, but Lloyd was more than just that. He was disraught, angry. How could destiny choose anyone other than him for this path?! He, of all people in Ninjago, should have a right to fight this battle!
- Preeminent denied him further planning of this fight, and he leaves the monastery overnight, bitter and enraged. He would show her. He would show her, his father, and everyone in Ninjago that this was his destiny, not someone elses! A long journey ensues, perhaps dragged out for longer due to his sheer stubbornness in not accepting help until he absolutely needs to.
- One fateful night, in which he rests somewhere that isn't his home, feeling the slightest twinge of doutb nd regret about his decisions, he is visited in his dreams: Wu, whatever name he possesses as the grand ruler of the Cursed Realm, makes him an offer: he can take him to the Realm of Madness, the realm his mother was trapped in, in exchange for taking his soul once he passed. No downsides here: after all, Lloyd will be victorious in the battle against his mother, Wu was certain of that! he would come home as a hero, adored by everyone and having fulfilled his true destiny! Lloyd takes the deal and soon finds himself face to face with Misako.
- But despite the fight he put up, despite how much he trained... he had no chance against destiny's ruling: His mother had slain him then and there, knowing her son would not leave until one of them died.
- Lloyd arrived in the Cursed Realm, furious at Wu, but not for long: Wu had him under control now, after all, and this realm was the perfect place for him to intervene with the destiny Lloyd had fought so hard to prevent before. He wouldn't let death stop him, even if he couldn't win against Misako, he woudl still see a chance in getting his revenge...
Master Preeminent:
- master of creation. sister of misako. mentor to all those under her care, for better or for worse. strict beyond belief, but compassionate and caring. a hell of a fighter from years worht of experience.
- much like wu, has seen just about everything. befriending and betraying aspheera's swap-partner, fighting in the serpentine war, the time twins, seeing her sister become a lord of darkness, you name it. fucked up a lot in her life to say the least.
- the loss of lloyd, her nephew of all people, later painfully recounted to her by misako, who confirmed it was her who killed him (and blamed preem for not watching over him), is perhaps the biggest regret Preem has in her life. she has sworn to redeem herself by making sure she would find the one to take down her sister.
- all of the story plays out pretty similarly to wu's, she's just a bit more jaded and strict on the surface throughout. no way she's letting history repeat itself here, she thinks
- has the same genetic heritage as the canonical garmadons, but maybe also some connection to the cursed realm. perhaps after lloyds death she, much like morro, was haunted by him, figuratively or literally.
Lord Misako:
- Master of destruction. sister to Preeminent, former wife of Garmadon and mother of Lloyd.
- Much like Garmadon, she was bitten by the Great Devourer when her and her sister were merely children. Unlike him, however, she bites back it's influence for far longer, letting it fester but fighting it at the same time until it's too late. One of the last things she tells her husband is to run, not look for her, and to not weep after her, just keep himself and their son safe.
- she is banished to the Realm of Madness where evil's influence grows far stronger and she loses grip on herself, her mental state worsening and her form resembling more and more the one from Morro's visions. this isolation continues for pretty long
- seeing her son, seeing how all he wanted to do was kill her, and the realisation it was her, who ultimately killed him in a moment where she had no control, was the final straw, and Misako lost her mind completely, being engulfed only in darkness from then on.
- she finds a way out and the plot plays out similarly to seasons one and two, but after the big battle she simply cannot forgive herself. i doubt she, like garmadon, becomes a Master herself. she probably self-exiles, as a punishment for what she has done. hopefully, during the somewhat-events of season 5, she gets to play a part in lloyd's return
#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago fanart#ninjago au#ninjago morro#ninjago lloyd#ninjago preeminent#ninjago misako#death and tragedy? in MY au?? more likely than u think#apologizing for all errors in advance lol#ghost swap
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That twitter insider and those who believe that are jnterestjng cause yes there's a potential it could be read that way (and I used to be a huge believe of it) but like it can very easily be read as great best friends and nothing else.
I think that people have got so attached to their headcannons they could have eddie stand there marrying the woman of his dream but it would be a big buddie moment bc eddie looked at buck. So many big buddie moments are sometimes taken so out of context I think people forgot what's canon and what they desire for canon.
I remember scoffing about kr's take on the will but now that I've stepped back it's like yeah actually that's valid too. And then you look at moments where people have gone this means buddie canon - like buck supporting eddie in the final ep- and its like I'd be doing that for my friend too?
100% this is exactly it.
Once you allow yourself to start to see specific interactions and behaviors as "evidence" of a character's queerness it becomes harder to UNSEE it because you want to believe the show you're watching is PURPOSELY telling a coming out journey with the utmost care and consideration.
That's why we've got people now who are like "I respect Ryan viewing Eddie as hetero, but that man is begging to be let out of the closet, I'm sorry."
That's why the "insider" is so fucking angry.
He (probably) knows that the "seeds" for Queer Eddie could have been planted in season five, and that Queer Eddie was contemplated again back in January, so when Ryan's saying he's playing Eddie as the straight friend supporting Buck's bi realization this guy clearly just wants to scream something like "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GAY. SHUT UP ALREADY."
I'm gonna cosign something one of my other anons left in my inbox (hey, love!):
Both sides (Ryan and the fandom) can be right if we all accept canon for what it is.
Ryan has labeled Eddie as hetero. He has his reasons. And just going by what we've seen on tv...he's not wrong. Eddie was married to a woman. He still dates women. He still sleeps with women. No queerness to be found (so far).
But is there room for interpretation? Mhmm.
There's nothing wrong with seeing Eddie as queer coded. There's nothing wrong with acknowledging that Eddie is still technically straight, but his behavior could ALSO be related to a sexuality arc because ALL people interpret facial expressions and reactions and body language in different ways depending on what they know and are used to.
But when the idea of queer coding turns into "confirmation" that a character is GOING to be canonically queer?
That's how fandom ends up "predicting" canon Buddie every single season, and ends up wrong every single time.
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We are almost there! Part 3 of this crazy long post (if you’ve read all know that I admire you dedication to sit and read my silly takes on all of this ❤️)
Part 1
Part 2
Is this SOPHIE? Or is it the moment he gets his heart broken so he can well be on his way to make our hearts swoon as S4 romantic lead? Anyway Benophie is coming home and I’m truly excited!
Do not listen to your mummy Pen, go see your Bridgerton mama. Your dreams matter Pen, they matter so much and you’ve got someone so head over heels in love with you he’ll burn down city just to make your dreams come true. Colin please get your ass over here and talk down to Portia. Pen does not need saving but she does need someone who can put some sense into her mother
Can we all just hear a collective AAAAAHHHHH?
IM DEAD, IM FUCKIN DECEASED. And I’m terrified because if they’re giving this to us now, what else have they not shown us? I’m afraid none of us is making it.
Also I just love being right. I called it. I said he’d be crazy turned on by her as LW. But not once did I dare hope when I said that I needed him to see her with a cape on, that’d we get a make out with it. Their height difference? The way they hold each other’s face? Oh god this is a truly blessed day 🙏
So if this is apparently her wedding hair??? Why does he look so intense? I thought the wedding was supposed to be happy? Give me back happy Polin, it’s my favourite place under this earth
This is just rude at this point. GIVE ME THE WHOLE FUCKIN SCENE IN THE TRAILER YOU COWARDS. Also I’ve wanted to be Pen so much than right now.
The scene in Part 4 deserves it’s own post ❤️
#part 3 of trailer reaction#if you’re still here or if you read the other parts are you OK???#but thanks for listening to me rant I guess 😂😂❤️#like I clearly have no social life but that’s ok#literally no one will read these and I made them for myself at this point 😂😂😂#polin#bridgerton#bridgerton season 3
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Sometimes, All I Think About Is You
Satoru Gojo x Reader
Quote: "Openly fall in love."
First Encounters
The first time Satoru Gojo sees you is when the two of you are just kids. He’s a boy just about to attend Eton Academy and you’re a young girl who’s just begun to learn the difference between men and women.
Satoru’s parents, citing his lack of friends (his only friend being the young stable boy around his age) and hoping to acquaint him with some ‘proper’ company. Whatever that’s supposed to mean. So, being the ever doting parents that the Gojo’s claim to be they set up a playdate with the family of the viscounts that live close by.
A family of six, if Satoru isn’t mistaken.
The Viscount and his wife, two twin boys around his age and two girls about five and seven years younger respectively.
Satoru finds your older brothers awfully boring. One of them, Satoru thinks, certainly has to be the dumbest person he’s ever met and the other is the most aloof. Such a pair that Satoru is almost a little worried about what might happen next to the Viscount's family in the future and he rarely ever cares about others.
Satoru doesn’t try very hard to get along with the two boys. He lets them show him around briefly, he even plays a couple of games of croquet before disappearing into the manner with the excuse of looking for the bathroom. With any luck, the two of them might forget about him long enough for the remainder of this horrible playdate to end and he can finally leave.
Truth be told, Satoru has always been a little different from the other people around him. Always seen the world a little differently from everyone else. It was almost as if everyone else stumbled around in a world of black and white while he was the only one that could see in colour. The only person who ever came close to understanding him was Suguru Geto, the stable boy and son of his family’s butler. And while it was frowned upon to make friends with the ‘help’ it would be the first time that Satoru could just be… himself.
The young boy could barely even find it within himself to feel bad as he abandoned your twin brother to wander the house. Sure, he’d been given a tour earlier but that had mostly been a quick look around. Satoru hadn’t gotten the chance to actually look at things in the detail that he wanted to.
His eyes wandered from the old curtains, which oddly reminded Satoru of his mother’s dresses, to the long line of photos left to hang up on the wall. Family portraits, Satoru thinks. All the people look vaguely familiar to one another with a familiar resemblance in the eyes and smiles. Satoru’s own family had something similar though the paintings are ones of the patriarch rather than of the entire family.
“It took the painter three weeks to paint that one.” You say.
Satoru isn’t surprised, he had heard you come in, but he feigns surprise. Suguru had told him that it was better to pretend to act normal around other people if he wanted them to like him. He had always found that annoying and pretentious but he would do what he had to in polite society. Especially if it meant he wouldn’t have to hear another lecture from his parents.
You look to be a couple years younger than Satoru as he turns to look at you. Five years give or take one or two in either direction. You’re a small thing, well small compared to him. You’re draped in a cool summer dress while Satoru personally thinks that spring is much too early. There also happens to be pins attached at the edges of the dress reminding him of his own fitting session that he would have to attend later on in the week.
Satoru hates attending fitting sessions. Doesn't see why he always needs to be wearing clothes that fit perfectly, especially because he seems to need to head there at least once every two months now that he’s begun growing. He doesn’t see why he can’t just wear clothes that are a little too big or too small for a little while like Suguru.
You take a step towards him, your eyes never lingering too long on him. Satoru’s always being scolded by his mother for staring at one thing for too long or not keeping eye contact long enough but you seem to have mastered the timing of the gaze perfectly. It’s both polite and respectful.
It absolutely infuriates Satoru.
You regard him with a calm expression that has him forgetting that you’re the younger of the two.
“I see you’ve abandoned the company of my brother.” You state.
Satoru points his nose up, “what of it?”
“It was merely an observation. I meant no harm.”
He then scrunches his face up as he leans down to stare at you. He has to lean down quite far considering you’re short. Though, admittedly you are five years younger than him and he’s tall for his age.
He notices that you’re holding a book behind your back fiddling around the edges of the page self consciously. Satoru had never been a big fan of reading, especially when he was around your age. He’d rather be outside play-wrestling with Suguru or doing some other physical activity or sport. He’d always been very good at physical things.
Admittedly, Satoru thinks you're pretty. Much better looking than your two brothers. So much so that he briefly wonders if the three of you are even related in the first place. If not for the same shape of the eyes, Satoru would have been certain that you were merely children that lived in the same house instead of siblings.
He still thinks that might be the case.
You’ll probably be pretty when you grow up. Perhaps not nearly as pretty as his mother but he’s certain you’ll be… charming? Well, at the very least you won’t be ugly. Especially if you end up taking after your mother. Satoru never really cared much for how pretty other people are but he has always considered himself a good judge.
Finally, Satoru pulls away, “you’re annoying.”
“If you’re attempting to insult me you’re going to have to try a little harder,” you say, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your lips, “I have two older brothers.”
“And you’re weird.” Huffed Satoru.
Your calm smile turns from calm to amused, “so are you.” Your lips move up more and your eyes seem to linger for just a moment longer on Satoru’s own.
Satoru’s jaw is dropped before he can even realise that it has. Not only is it the first time someone has so brazenly insulted him (not including Suguru) but it’s both the first time a woman (girl) has insulted him and someone younger than him has dared to treat him as an equal. Even most adults didn’t have the guts to bring themselves up to Satoru’s level unless they too stood in the same position as his parents.
But you.
Annoying and weird you are standing there in front of him as if you’re friends joking about a funny joke you just told. Perhaps you do think it’s a joke - which would only further prove to Satoru that you’re weird.
An older woman (likely your Nurse) runs into the room, her expression worried. She quickly bows to Satoru, “sorry, My Lord. The little missy here seems to have a mind of her own most of the time.” She turns to you with a harsh look, “did you say anything to insult the young Lord?”
Satoru expects you to roll your eyes or look away like any normal child would do. Thought maybe you might’ve stomped away angrily or made a face at him when your Nurse wasn’t looking.
Instead, your eyes soften and you smile fondly at your nurse, “I wasn’t on my best behaviour,” you calmly admitted.
Your Nurse sighs as she continues to reprimand you.
Satoru, on the other hand, is left a little shocked and speechless. He isn’t quite sure what happened but the wheels in his hand do begin turning and his heart starts to beat a little faster. He wonders if you can see the colours too.
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A Conversation
Satoru Gojo comes to the conclusion that, after a while of getting to know you, yes you do see colours just not in the same way that he does. Your skills lie not in a brilliant way to dissect numbers nor demonstrate the ability to memorize new information or pick up skills at the drop of a hat like how he can but there’s nothing about you that can be considered ordinary either.
He heads over to your house at least once a week for the next two years. Not because he wants to, of course, but because his parents have stopped with the lectures about not hanging out with Suguru when he gives into their wishes and spends time at your house. And, sure, your older brother is awfully boring and dull but it gives him the chance to get to know you better. The strangely entertaining and endearing little girl who’s intelligence rivals his own.
It sucks that you don’t actually ever linger around when Satoru is there. You obediently listen to your brothers when they ask you to head elsewhere and you rarely ever spare Satoru a second glance unless Satoru goes out to seek you himself; and even you refuse to spend time with him unless he’s entertaining your brothers.
He notices that you’re an avid reader, always holding a new text in your hand every week. Satoru just knows that his parents wish that they had a child like you. So obedient to your elders and caretakers. So well mannered and thoughtful plus you seem intelligent and well read. He bets that you would have been named heir over your two older brothers if you too had been born a man.
You’re so mature for your age and perhaps that is what Satoru likes about you best.
He doesn’t have to go out of his way to entertain you or have to explain himself when he says something strange or different.
It simply just is.
It takes Satoru exactly two years to figure out why exactly he likes you so much. To come to all those conclusions above and finally get close enough to you that the two of you can consider one another as friends. It’s unfortunate that by then his visits stop as he begins school at Eton’s Academy for Boys. Higher education where any worth a damn in high society attends.
It sucks that he won’t be able to see you much anymore but what can Satoru do against the adamant wishes of his parents?
At least Suguru will be attending with him.
Suguru isn’t you but he’s one of the only people that actually understand him so it won’t be that bad.
You make his heart race and his stomach feel all fuzzy.
But it isn’t until several years later, when you’re a debutant freshly minted and prepared for your first season, that Satoru realises why.
It had been years since he’d last seen you.
Obviously, he knew that you were going to change. People always changed, both physically and mentally, but he just wasn’t ready for how different you looked. Hadn’t been as prepared for the change as he thought he was.
He’d always known that you would grow up to be pretty but this pretty? It wasn’t what he had been expecting.
Everyone’s eyes are drawn to you.
He knows that you must be the diamond of the season. It would simply be a crime not to. In fact, Satoru himself would march right up to the Queen himself and demand an explanation as to why you were not named the diamond.
Satoru floats through conversations, half of his attention on the conversation at hand and the other half wishing he was speaking to you. You always know the right thing to say to make him smile and he never has to bend over backwards trying to charm you. He knows you already like him exactly as he is. Flaws and all.
It’s unfortunate that his conversation with you ends almost as quickly as it begins.
You’re quickly swept away by some other gentlemen - your dance card full of potential suitors.
It annoys Satoru greatly though he isn’t quite sure why. Obviously, Satoru knows that he enjoys your company and he likes being around you so he’s angry that other people are taking your attention… right? That’s the reason. What else could it be?
Satoru’s thoughts were interrupted with a sharp elbow to his side as he exclaimed quietly, “hey!”
“You were pouting.” Suguru says.
“Was not.”
“Oh, you definitely were.”
Satoru grumbles to himself, annoyed.
Suguru chuckles quietly in response.
“What do you think of (Y/n)?” Satoru asked suddenly.
Suguru ponders briefly, “she’s a little like you.”
“Really?” Satoru raises a brow curiously, “I personally thought she was more like you.”
“How so?”
“She’s good at understanding other people and she cares an awful lot more about what other people think about her than she lets on.”
Suguru hums thoughtfully, “everyone cares about what everyone thinks.”
“I don’t.”
“That’s because you’re weird.”
“Hey!”
“It’s true,” Suguru gives Satoru a closed eye smile, “you’re weird but not super weird. A little weird.”
Satoru rolls his eyes, “like that’s so much better.”
“Let me put it this way,” Suguru explains, “you don’t care about what everyone thinks but you care about the thoughts of people that are important to you.”
“Isn’t that how everyone should think.”
“Oh, most certainly.”
Satoru knows that Suguru is mostly just entertaining him at this point. His words always have some hidden meaning to them (that Satoru is usually too lazy to dissect) but there are points when he simply says something to entertain Satoru. Suguru has always been thoughtful like that; it’s one of the reasons why Satoru has always liked him so much.
He thinks that that might be why he likes you too.
You make his heart race and his stomach feel all fuzzy.
But it isn’t until several years later, when you’re a debutant freshly minted and prepared for your first season, that Satoru realises why.
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The Moment
Satoru is surprised when he sees you sitting by yourself early one spring morning.
Staring off into the distance in the middle of a hill that floats down into a lake.
Fluffs of dandelion seeds float around haphazardly in the air. Almost like snowflakes amidst the cool spring air. The melodic chirping of birds fills the air, though Satoru personally has never been a fan. Many of his classmates had written poems about the birds before. Talking about flight and freedom alongside a musicality that comes so naturally to them compared to humans.
It’s unusual for women, especially young girls who are in search of a husband, to head outside by themselves where any man could just stumble upon them without a chaperone. Satoru bets that you had woken up bright and early just so that you might be able to have a moment alone.
He almost feels a little bad to intrude on your moment alone.
He imagines you don’t get very many.
But he approaches you nonetheless. His heart tugs him towards you much like how a child pulls their parents down the aisles of a candy store. Eager and excited.
“(Y/n)~” Satoru says your name sweetly, liking the way it flows off of his tongue so easily. Thinks that it tastes so much better than some of the sweetest things he’s whispered to others.
You don’t bother turning to look at him as you would have done if this had taken place in the presence of others, “My Lord.”
“Satoru.”
“You really do love saying your name,” you tease, as he takes a seat beside you. He makes a face as the bottom of his pants get wet from the damp grass upon contact. His usual reaction would have been to jump up and scowl. He usually hates any uncomfortable feeling and does anything he can to avoid any such sensations but forces himself to bear with it as your warm shoulder brushes against his own. Well the sleeve of your dress brushes up against the dress-shirt but this is close enough for him. Besides, his pants are already wet now so he can bear with it for a little longer.
The two of you stare off into the distance, staring at the lake.
Satoru notices that you’re still in your nightgown. It’s light and flowy, similar to the clothes you used to wear when you were young. Hot stuffy dresses are what’s most popular now in women’s fashion and being a proper lady of good origins you do your diligence in following the fashion trends. Strangely though, the thought of your subtle acts of rebellion bring a smile to his face. It’s so subtle and detached from the main parts of society yet so much louder than you’ll ever realise.
He bets that your mother would be furious if she found that you were outside and alone with an unmarried man. Furious if you came back with the bottom of your dress soaked from the morning dew and rain.
You probably don’t care though.
Your attention is much better spent on the lake in front of you. (Satoru personally thinks that your attention would be even better spent on him.)
He doesn’t bother to look at the lake he’s already seen hundreds of times in his life.
This is where he and Suguru used to play pirates. Where he’d first been tossed into the lake when the two of them were horsing around and where he had crawled out of angrily. Where he’d caught his first frog and made his first (mud) painting.
This was the lake of his childhood that he loved oh so dearly.
But right now, he found that he’d rather look at you.
The baby fat you had on your cheeks back before he had left for Eton is gone. It makes you look more mature. Less like the girl that made fun of him and more into the woman that would send light teases his way. Makes you seem less like the girl who always carried around picture books and into a young woman that reads intellectual novels that dive into the human.
He’s a little sad. He had quite a fondness for the young girl that managed to make him mad with the single raise of an eyebrow. It’s almost like the loss of someone important to him. Someone he didn’t know that he would miss as much and a version of you that he would never get to say goodbye to.
But, he finds that he has a fondness for the you that’s sitting beside him now.
He wouldn’t go as far as saying that he likes this version more than the young child you but he would admit that this version was much more… exciting to be around. Almost like a mystery that he was working to solve.
A smile pulls at his lips when he notices a book in your lap.
“What’re you reading?” Satoru asks, pointing to the book in your lap.
You brush the cover of the book gently, “Pride and Prejudice.”
“Suguru read that book once.”
“Have you?”
“No. Besides, Suguru said it was just a boring romance novel for women anyways. Says nothing that we don’t already know.”
You smile as you nudge him playfully, “do you let Lord Suguru’s opinions dictate all of your own decisions, My Lord?”
“No,” Satoru pouts, “but I’ve never liked reading much anyways. It’s easier to let him do the reading first. He knows what I do and don’t like. Besides, I don’t want to waste my time reading something I wouldn’t even like.”
Finally, you turn to look at him. To the untrained eye it would be a look of indifference. But to Satoru, your self proclaimed childhood best friend, your expression is one of amusement. From the way your eyes crinkle in the corners slightly to how you sit up more straight ever so slightly and the subtle twitch of your lips. Plus, the most obvious and dead give away to anything, your eyes. They look at him, lingering on his face for a moment longer than they linger on anyone else's as you respond with a soft, “and what do you like to read, My Lord?”
“Comedies usually.”
“Like?”
“Twelfth Night.”
You raise a brow delicately, “Shakesphere?”
Satoru places a hand on his chest, feigning offence, “are you implying that you think I wouldn’t like the works of one of the greatest writers and minds of our time?”
“Oh, I’d never, my Lord,” you eyes crinkle in the corners, “I was simply surprised. Most men I speak with prefer something more contemporary like Wordsworth or perhaps something practical and sensible like a book on agriculture or architecture. They consider things like Shakesphere to be mere entertainment.”
“So then are you implying that you think I have the taste of a woman?”
“And who would you consider yourself akin to then, my Lord? Duke Ceasiro?”
Satoru makes a face.
You chuckle softly in response, “you must admit, the two of you share a certain resemblance.”
“I am insulted on every level, (Y/n).”
“I’m sure you are.”
“I am!” Satoru exclaims, waving his arms above his head, “I am most like the honourable Sebastian.”
“Ah yes, Viola’s twin brother.”
Satoru nods.
“Well, he’s certainly an opportunist.”
“Would you not marry a beautiful woman that you just met and is seemingly in love with you?”
You hum softly as you ponder on the idea.
Satoru remembers how he had dragged Suguru to the play house that day. He had originally gone because there was a particular woman that he wanted to promenade with after but had actually found the show to be quite enjoyable. Suguru was absolutely furious with him but even he had a few chuckles at some moments.
“What was your favourite part about Twelfth Night?” You ask, leaning against him.
“The love triangle.”
“Well, it certainly isn’t the traditional kind of love triangle.”
“A true love triangle, I’d say.”
“The kind you’d like to find yourself in?” You tease.
Satoru shrugs in response.
From where Satoru sat he could see a small group of birds gathering around. They reminded him a bit of the Ton. So easily swept up into a single moment and conversation without much consideration about the world around them. Much thought and consideration is never put into everything else that this world has to offer.
“What kind of stuff do you like to read?” Satoru asks.
You smile, “you mean apart from the book in my hand?” Satoru can tell from the way you lean back away from him with a gleam in your eyes that you’re teasing him.
So he decides to tease you back.
He leans in towards you with a grin, “you and I both know you’re only reading that because it’s popular. It’s not what you actually like to read.”
“And what do you think I like to read?”
“Wouldn’t have asked if I knew the answer.”
“Alright, I’ll bite, Satoru.”
He beams brightly when you say his name.
“The last thing I read for my own enjoyment was, Thomas De Quincey’s, Confessions of an Opium Eater.”
Satoru’s jaw drops, “the drug addict poet?”
“Most writers struggle with addiction.”
“What do you like about De Quincey’s works?”
“He wrote quite a particularly thought provoking piece about the human mind. Looking into the subconscious.”
“Oh?”
“He writes, ‘dreams are the unconscious mind finishing the halted thoughts of the conscious.’”
“A Romantic for sure.”
You beam, “oh, most definitely.”
Satoru thinks that this is the first time he’s ever seen you smile in such a way. If he weren’t already sitting he would have fallen flat on the ground. His heart would have stopped in his chest and he likely would have fallen to the ground and died only then to be once again revived by your beauty.
He thinks that this is where humanity must have peaked. That there will never again be someone that looks as beautiful as you do when you’re smiling. That no one will ever hold such a place in his heart that you do.
He leans towards you with a lovesick smile, “I’m going to marry you.”
You cough a little, “excuse me?”
His smile doesn’t falter, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Why me?”
“You understand me.”
“Hm?”
“You see the world in a way that everyone else doesn’t and you see me for who I am. Not who everyone else thinks that I should be.”
“My Lord-”
“Satoru.” He corrects.
“Satoru,” you lean away, “don’t you think you’re being a little hasty? We’ve barely even had a full conversation since you came back from school.”
“And?”
“You barely know who I am.” You look hesitant, the mask you always wear slipping as if you’ve never worn it before.
He takes your hand before you can bolt off (he hopes that it comforts you the same way it comforts him), “I know that you understand my loneliness. You know how it feels like for the whole world to want you to be a certain way. You’ve perfected the way of living from the way you move to the smile on your face to be exactly what society expects of you.” He feels as though his heart is beating a million beats a minute.
Your expression shifts a little.
Going from hesistance -
- to surprise.
And then suddenly Satoru doesn’t know what it is that you’re exactly thinking right now. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen this expression on you and it worries him a little. His heart is fluttering in anticipation.
Satoru doesn’t think he’s ever been in such an uncomfortable situation before.
Well… there was that one time where Suguru had hidden Satoru’s favourite riding helmet as payback for something stupid he said earlier. In an attempt to make it seem like he wasn’t bothered, Satoru had gone off with a different helmet and messed up almost everything. Nothing seemed right. His horse, even though it was his favourite steed that he had ridden since he was a boy, just wasn’t listening the way it usually did. He actually almost fell off his horse twice (and actually did fall off once while in the middle of getting on).
Yeah, Satoru thinks, this feeling is a little something like that.
“Satoru.” You hold his hand tightly.
“Hm?”
“Be here with me.”
“I am here.”
“Stay in the moment with me,” you say softly, “your mind keeps drifting elsewhere.”
Satoru’s heart flutters as he smiles down at you fondly, “okay.”
Yeah.
He’s most definitely falling in love with you.
No.
He has fallen in love with you.
He’s going to marry you.
Openly, fall in love.
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Time Travel AU Part: 1
Well, that took longer than I planned. Anyway, here it is!
It had been a few weeks since Adam woke up back in Eden, and honestly? Life was great, he didn’t have to go to meetings, deal with paperwork or put up with those patronising angels. Eden was truly a paradise. Although, he did miss his girls. Oftentimes they would go to their favourite restaurants or to the movies after a long day’s worth of training. His girls were badass. They were THE bitches! And right now they should still be celebrating yet another successful extermination, each boasting their kill count. Except right now Adam was stuck having to pretend to know nothing as he named the animals (again) by the river while Lilith named the plants.
During the first few days, Adam did try (somewhat) to at least be civil with Lilith, but that woman was just as obnoxious as ever. Always wanting more, never satisfied. Sometimes even butting in to recommend a name for an animal she thought was more suitable. Sure, Adam was controlling and arrogant, but so was Lilith. They were made to be equals after all. Today too, Lilith was trying to flaunt how she knew better than him. Except this time, Adam actually had the upper hand, having the experience of a ten millennium lifetime.
“Actually Lilith, I think I’ll keep the name ‘otter’ for this little guy,” Adam said as he patted the otter back into the river. “But I’ll be willing to help you name the plants when you need it. You do seem to need them sometimes”. He gave a small smile, his head tilted ever so slightly as his golden eyes bore into Lilith.
Lilith remained at her spot just across Adam, shuffling slightly before she huffed, “I was just offering a different perspective, but I suppose you don’t want them”.
As if I’d want anything from you.
Brushing her long blonde hair behind her shoulders, Lilith turned away from Adam as she made her way towards her favourite spot under a massive tree deep within the forests of Eden, no doubt about to complain to Lucifer about how awful Adam was, which, yeah he was. He turned up even more since Lucifer started visiting them, just to move the plot along a little quicker. He has decided that, no, he can’t share the garden with those two. Eden just wasn’t the paradise that he deserved if those were present with him. So, the quicker those two were out the garden, the better. That way he also didn’t have to act so naively almost every waking moment, it was really getting tiring.
Luckily for Adam, him acting more and more obnoxious as the days went by seemed to push Lilith and Lucifer together faster. Now he just needed for them to act on, a witness, and voila! Perfect paradise!
The soft crunching of grass beneath approaching footsteps snapped Adam out of his thoughts.
Speak of the Devil.
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Her lithe form laid upon vibrant green grass a contrast to her porcelain skin, her long locks as bright as the midday sun framed her delicate face, and when she finally woke up, her eyes sparkled like the purest of amethyst. Confusion in her bejewelled eyes surfaced but for a moment as it was quickly replaced with purpose. Her gaze wandered as far as she could see, fully taking in the world around her as Sera welcomed the new human to paradise. Lilith was perfect, as expected of the first woman.
The first man, on the other hand, took longer to wake up. Adam, as he was to be called, was moulded and completed at the same time as Lilith, and yet while Lilith was already taking in her surroundings, his tanned frame simply laid limp on the grass unresponsive. Thinking perhaps he needed a little more time, the seraphim stood by, eagerly awaiting the moment he would take his first breath. A moment passed, and then another, then another. The angels shared a look amongst each other. Sera kneeled beside Adam placing her hand on his cheek, gently ushering him to wake up.
“Wake up”.
Nothing.
“It’s time to open your eyes”.
Adam stirred a little, eyelids fluttering ever so slightly.
“Um…did we make a mistake? Maybe he’s not finished yet,” Lucifer commented, a little worried.
“No, he should be complete. The woman woke up just fine,” Michael added. Their Father told them that these two, ‘humans’ he recalled, were his most perfect creation. So it was not possible that there could be something wrong with the first man.
“Come on, you can do it,” Sera tried again, this time successfully.
Adam was beautiful too, but his was a different kind of beauty from Lilith. While she looked to be of jewels with her dazzling grace and aura of untouchable perfection, Adam was that of the earth that formed those jewels. His warm tone that belonged with earthly life, and his brown hair carefree like that of Eden’s presence. A beauty, but nothing in comparison to Lilith was what the angels initially thought, at least until he finally opened his eyes. A deep molten gold embedded in his sockets, like an enticing lure of what was inside. Lilith was out of this world, while Adam was the world. Both God’s perfect creations.
Sera welcomed the newly awakened man into his new home as she ushered Lilith to come near. Lucifer leaned a little closer, his curiosity always unceasing. How would Adam react? What would his voice sound like? Would it be as divine as Lilith’s? Much to Lucifer’s disappointment, the first man made very little effort to get up and didn't even so much as utter a single word. Adam remained rooted on the ground, his eyes briefly scanned his surroundings before his gaze fixed upon Lilith. Unlike Lilith who’s gaze studied her new surroundings with interest, Adam’s felt scrutinising and guarded, like he was waiting for something to happen.
“But this is paradise, there should be nothing to worry about,” Lucifer mused, looking around them.
Sera bid the two humans goodbye, allowing them time to acquaint themselves to each other, and as bright light enveloped them, transporting them back to heaven, Lucifer briefly shared a glance with Adam. He doesn’t know why, but those eyes unnerved him.
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Lucifer sat beneath a large oak tree, humming a soft tune. The spot had become his and Lilith’s little secret meeting area. Lucifer went to check on the two humans a few days after their creation, to gauge their progress. He and Lilith instantly hit it off, their minds similar in that they both always crave for more, to push beyond the boundaries. He appreciated Lilith’s independence and probing attitude. It was a breath of fresh air from Heaven’s blind faith. To always obey, never question. On the other hand, his interactions with Adam had been less… pleasant. While yes, Adam hadn’t done or said anything harmful, he couldn’t help but feel like there was always a bite to his words, even when he was complimenting and smiling at Lucifer. And those eyes felt like molten gold melting through his being.
“But maybe that’s just how Adam or male humans in general are,” Lucifer wondered. The other angels mentioned that humans were emotionally complex beings, so perhaps it was one of those intricacies he hadn’t fully grasped yet.
Regardless, Adam’s demeanour was something he and Lilith also bonded over. Lately, Lilith had been complaining to Lucifer how Adam seemed to have worsened. More arrogant and controlling. Always having his own things to do and refusing to even consider Lilith's feelings, sometimes even insinuating how she wasn’t as good as he was.
Today too, seemed like one of those days. Lilith marched towards Lucifer, her expression sour. He could already tell what had happened, well, it wasn’t like there was much to happen in the garden. Still, he and Lilith had gotten to know each in the last few weeks, maybe even a little too well. At first he felt guilty, he was ruining Lilith’s and Adam’s relationship before it had even taken root, but lately he didn’t feel as sorry for going behind Adam’s back. The man didn’t treat Lilith the way she deserved, plus with the way he seemed to antagonise her more and more often, Lucifer might as well think Adam didn’t want her at all. Still, Heaven wouldn’t approve of this, so it’ll have to be a secret for now.
“What’s wrong, my lily?,” Lucifer smiled softly, arms wide open.
Lilith settled down beside Lucifer, wrapping her arms around him as she buried her head in his chest. She closed her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips, as she enjoyed Lucifer’s calming presence. Lucifer hugged her back, one hand gently brushing her soft blonde locks.
“The same as usual, huh?”
Lilith nodded. Oh his poor love didn’t deserve this. Maybe it was time for Lucifer to talk to Adam.
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“Hello Adam, I haven’t seen you in a while,” Lucifer greeted. “How are you doing? I heard you’ve named a lot of the animals already.”
Adam rolled eyes. Just when he thought he could have some time for himself. He knew what Lucifer was here for, he wasn’t stupid. The angel rarely interacted with him, and when he did it was only due to his job of keeping an eye on the first humans, and that included him. It was no coincidence that Lucifer suddenly decided to pay him a visit minutes after Lilith left sulking.
Adam took a deep breath. He really wanted more time to be himself, but he supposed it couldn’t be helped. He turned around and put on a wide smile accompanied with sparkly eyes. Eugh.
“Lucifer!”
Adam patted the ground beside him, and Lucifer accepted, pleased with the warm reception.
“This could go smoother than I thought. Adam really isn’t all that bad, he just needs some pointers.”
Adam then went on and on about all the new animals he discovered and named, hands gesturing freely. Meanwhile, Lucifer sat quietly beside him, not fully listening, but wondering when and how he could bring up the topic of Lilith.
“That’s really interesting Adam. Also, I heard from Lilith that you two were by the river today, helping each other.”
Adam nodded. “Well, something like that. I never really needed her help, but she seemed to need them sometimes, so I offered instead!”
Lucifer gave a tight lipped smile to that. “Adam, don’t you think a fresh point of view is nice sometimes? Lilith was just offering that.”
“So we just have to work better together.”
“Yes, but also–”
Adam clapped his hands, cutting Lucifer off. “Alright! We’ll do that next time then.” Adam got up from his spot, ready to leave Lucifer.
“Oh, where are you headed?”
“It’s getting a little dark, so I’m going to go get Lilith and we can find dinner together. You know, working better together like you said,” Adam smiled looking Lucifer in the eyes.
Lucifer remained at his spot. He didn’t understand why, but that look from Adam always unnerved him. Adam normally had an easy atmosphere around him, but sometimes, for just a brief moment, the air seemed to shift around him. He couldn’t make assumptions though, Adam hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, and when he briefly mentioned it to the other seraphim, none of them seemed to have noticed anything.
“Alright then, I’ll see you next time.”
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I swear this is guitarhero. It's just a really slow burn.
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"Am I Making You Feel Sick ?" (CoD OC & TF141)
⚠️ TW for blood and gore mentions
"They stared appalled at the carnage, not knowing what was going on.
It was supposed to be a run of the mill mission in the Czech Republic, rainy November making itself known, the cold seeping through the weary bones of the now stone-still soldiers, staring at the ever growing pool of blood, unable to look away from the damaged caused.
And a look of horror towards the perpetrator.
She wasn’t supposed to be here, as she was the intelligence gatherer and the surveillance in Task Force 141, not a soldier active on the field, running through muddy farms, dry deserts or busy streets to shoot down the bad guys and retrieve cargo, no. She was the All-Seer, as they called her, working from a dark room on base, illuminated only by the three screens on her spacious mahogany desk, her water bottles next to the leftmost screen and her cooler and mini-fridge at her feet.
She was a vampire, after all.
“Temperatures make no difference to me”.
But not even once, it had to come to this. They had been short of men, and Laswell couldn’t send any more recruits, thus having to ask the 141’s tech wizard to join in. Jessica was reluctant to at first, she had never fired a gun in her 500 years of existence (a fact that they still had to fully process even after a year of finding out), but when they entered the base, something changed.
In their report, all that would be said is that her sanity had snapped like a branch in a cold winter.
But they had known.
She was hungry.
They could see it in the way her pupils blew wide as she was staring at the injured bodies of enemy soldiers, staring at the blood as if it was the mythical pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. They had still been alive, writhing like worms on the ground, pathetic and pleading, bullet wounds causing their nerves to sizzle with pain, an agony that seemed never-ending. And she had heard their cries for a merciful end to their lives, trying to repent for their sins as their visions started fading to black.
At the sight, she licked her lips.
As their final thoughts filtered through their heads, she pounced.
They all took a step back as she started ripping limbs from their bodies, treating them as if they were dolls to maim at her every whim, the sickening sounds of flesh and sinew, nerves and veins causing a spatter of blood to paint the grey walls of the weapons warehouse, the crunch of white bone contorting and snapping, until they dies from shock or survived, the vampire eating the flesh of arms and legs as if they were chicken wings the last think they would see. And after she was done with that, she bit on heads as if they were apples.
It was something they had never seen before.
Even as she was a “baby vampire”, as she would often call herself, her long years of solitude had instilled in her a sense of discipline and control, always making sure that she wouldn’t slaughter innocent civilians whenever she starved. But the military was a galaxy different than the one she had been inhabiting before, making her understand very quickly that she wasn’t allowed a steady shipment of blood bags any more, starting to ration the same way regular soldiers had done for hundreds of years before her.
Captain Price looked over at Soap, his heart aching for the young man having to see the woman he loved suddenly go blind by hunger, unrelenting and unrecognisable, the sounds of her slurping on grey matter and biting of thick skulls stirring whatever little they had eaten only a handful of minutes before.
Soap, Price had noticed, had also started to look a bit green.
Turning to his left, he saw Ghost and Gaz with a look of disgust on their faces, Ghost’s glare sharp and cutting towards Jessica while Gaz seemed to be having an internal debate on whether he should or should not be looking away from the disaster unfolding before his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Price looked ahead, clearing his throat loudly, only for him to look up and go green, turning to the side as though as not to vomit on himself.
She had been biting on a beating heart.
Cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand, shaking from anger and fatigue and shock, he cleared his throat, inhaling and exhaling deeply before he brought her attention on him.
“Jessica Tommasi, drop that heart now !” he had boomed.
And Jessica had listened.
Her face was warped into a sinister smile, her face looking different, almost as if she wasn’t real, a line of drool formed in a corner of her mouth.
“Yes, Captain?”
Price sighed, steeling himself as he walked towards her being mindful of not stepping on all the blood and guts, pouring a light layer of holy water in his hands before he had touched her cheeks, continuing to speak while ignoring her screams of pain.
“Captain” Soap exclaimed, torn between taking his CO’s hands off of his beloved or staying right where he was, letting one of the men he trusted most handle the situation. But before he could make a decision, Price raised a hand to stop him silently, the younger Sergeant nodding as he stayed in his position.
Turning back towards the young woman, he noticed she was back to the land of the living, her pupils and face now back to normal again. He directed a strained smile towards her.
“Hey, welcome back Jess”.
She blinked twice, as if focusing on the older man before her. “… Captain?”
He nodded, patting her cheek twice.
Looking down at her hands and at the mess on the floor, panic finally settling into her.
“What … what did I do?”
She looked up at Johnny, who flinched at the sight of her face, blood all around her mouth and hair dishevelled, nails dirty and caked in blood and gore. As she saw his reaction to her, she started tearing up.
“Johnny?”
He flinched again, taking another step back.
As she tried to step towards him, Price’s hand on her shoulder and the sound of Lieutenant Riley’s gun loading, she stepped backwards again, arms up in surrender.
She looked at Price pitifully. “I didn’t-”
“We know, love, we know” he interrupted her while glaring at his second in command, warning him to stand down. As Ghost lowered his gun, the Captain fully turned towards her while keeping a distance.
“Chameleon.”
She gulped at the use of her callsign.
“We know that this wasn’t meant to happen, that if you had known you wouldn’t have let Laswell pressure you into coming with us” he stopped for a dramatic pause, grabbing her head gently and turning it all around the room.
“But look around you, Jessica”.
She whimpered at the sight of her rampage.
“You did this”.
He took his hands away from her, letting the images fully sink in her mind.
“While we love you … this time, you went too far”.
A somber silence fell into the room.
Sighing, Price gestured at Soap, Ghost and Gaz to walk out with him, stopping at the threshold as he let the three younger men pass in front of him, not letting them look back.
“It might be better if you stayed here for a bit, let MacTavish calm down”.
She nodded.
“Goodnight then” he grunted, leaving for the hideout they were staking the enemy at.
She nodded and sniffled, guilt and shame crawling their way up her throat.
That night, her sobs and screams were only heard by the moonlight."
#vampire#vampire oc#cod oc#john soap mactavish#captain john price#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#task force 141#tf 141#angst#oc x canon angst#oc x canon#call of duty#cod mw2#ghost cod#short story#oneshot#angst fic
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And with that, 2000 years of history and 10+ years of an animated adaption later, Attack on Titan is over.
I wasn't planning on making an essay post about this but like all of my essay posts, it got crazy out of hand, so here we are. I have a lot to say on it and the more I wrote, the more I realized exactly what the Attack on Titan finale was about. It's cathartic. It's also kind of a big shitpost but not for the reasons you might think.
Spoilers for the Attack on Titan finale ahead! CW: DISCUSSION OF WAR AND GENOCIDE AHEAD!
Now for anyone who knows what I'm about to talk about (and anyone who follows my stuff here), I'm sure you're wondering , what side do I fall on in regards to Attack on Titan's ending? Am I about to talk shit about it? It's very divisive and somewhat inconclusive. It followed the exact ending in the manga which, while expected, was still disappointing to many who had hoped the anime would take some other path.
But I have to ask, could there have been any other way?
Eren committed mass genocide, bordering on extinction of the entire human race. There was no way that he was gonna come out of it redeemed or as a hero, and he knew it. He went straight up Walter White core here and like Walter White, he is not a hero.
The fact that the Marlayans have been constantly going to war with other countries using Eldians as their personal soldiers goes to show that for countries that seek out conquest, there's no target too small or insignificant that can't be marked as an "enemy", and we see that reflected in Eren as well, in his pursuing of "freedom", an ever-moving goalpost that can never truly be satisfied.
The Jaegerists were hellbent on creating a new empire on the bloodshed of Marley - 'an eye for an eye', so to speak.
Nothing was ever going to truly satisfy either 'side' in the conflict of humanity vs. Eldians because such conflicts' origins have been obfuscated in hundreds of years of history, propaganda, and generational trauma that has repeated itself for so long that many don't even know what they're fighting for anymore, aside from one thing - that they don't want to suffer, that they shouldn't have to suffer for the actions of their ancestors, that they want peace and happiness but don't know where to start with taking the first step.
I think people are disappointed in this ending because, let's face it, it's anime, and it's an anime adaption that took years to finish. We always want to see some kind of vindication from stories like these, but I think in having vindication, it ultimately removes the point altogether of what's being said.
As much as we may try to fight it, try to deny it, the course of human history travels in a circle. Conflict will always arise. History is written by the victors, and those victors will be seen as heroes by whichever side they're fighting for regardless of what heinous acts they may have committed to justify their salvation. And after all of that conflict, regardless of the result - time goes on, and new conflicts arise.
But I don't think that means we have to succumb to grief and suffering and that's a point that I'm seeing missed in a lot of the discussion around the finale. There's a very powerful scene between Armin and Zeke, in which Armin talks about how he was born to run up the hill with Mikasa and Eren. He recognizes fully that if his life isn't meant to be long, he can still cherish those small moments that he thinks back on fondly, the moments that defined his life with the people he cared about.
And that's really all life is. Small moments and experiences that stick with us until the end. The very act of being born in and of itself is a cosmic miracle that gives us the chance to experience things that bring us joy and stay with us forever - however short or long that 'forever' may be. We take these small moments for granted when we're comfortable, but we look for them the most when we're suffering.
If I can relate all this to another piece of media that says the same thing - albeit with a much brighter ending - FF XIV: Endwalker also asks a similar question to Attack on Titan - is the only meaning in life to suffer and die? Of course, by its end, we learn that while death and suffering is an inevitable part of life - not something that should be avoided - it shouldn't persuade us to give in to fear and despair as a constant state of being. And I think Attack on Titan goes for a very similar approach, albeit slightly more as a cautionary tale - a nihilistic reminder that ultimately, the losses and victories we find in our current point of history are still just that, a single point, a blip that will be forgotten until it's ultimately repeated, and there's no escaping that.
It cautions us that freedom cannot exist without constant vigilance for war and conflict. It cautions us that our values and core beliefs for attaining freedom, love and happiness can be twisted into a weapon to cause harm, vindication gained at the cost of another. It cautions us that when left in the wrong hands, power can and will be abused by the ignorant while propagandizing itself as "the greater good".
So why not just find the joy that we can? The friendships, the little moments, the things that bring us happiness even if only temporary. Conflict is inevitable, suffering is inevitable, but that doesn't mean life isn't worth living. "Happiness" is not a tangible end point - it's the side effect of living a meaningful life that's true to yourself.
Attack on Titan is over. Some will argue the ending was the only way, others will argue that there could have been another way and that the anime adaption had the chance to change it but still didn't for reasons beyond their comprehension.
But isn't that the whole point? We'll argue. We'll bargain. Many of the arguments made will reinforce our own beliefs further rather than sway us. Many of us will insist there had to be another way, just as Armin insisted that this couldn't have been the only way, that humanity must have had another option. Meanwhile, many of us will acknowledge that at the end of the day, this is the story Isayama wanted to tell, and regardless of whether or not it makes him an idiot toying with his audience and admitting defeat by lampshading it in the penultimate scene of Eren admitting to his own idiocy, this was the power given to him and he used it in the best way he knew how.
Much like in any conflict, there's one thing that unites both sides - the human need for joy, connection, and freedom.
We might not agree on how Attack on Titan ended, but we can agree that it was a hell of a ride, and I hope we can all agree that it was worth riding, even if it wasn't satisfying for everyone in the end. It brought many people together regardless of their backgrounds, experiences, and differences, and connected them through something they all loved for over ten years. And despite how big a part of our lives it was, life will still go on, and we'll move on to other things to watch, enjoy, and argue over. Isayama will move on to whatever awaits him next, knowing fully well that his choice was his own, that he created the series he wanted to create regardless of how people feel about it. We'll all look for our own forms of joy and happiness as life moves on around us, as conflicts come and go.
Isn't that really what freedom is at the end of the day?
#also ok i know this turned into a philosophical post but like#i'm still just talking about fucking anime#so please for the love of god i don't want to be seeing anyone using this post as a way to play devil's advocate on real actual war crimes#human conflict in and of itself is an enigmatic inevitability but blatant actions of genocide and colonization are not#and that was made VERY clear by the end of the series through eldians and marlayans putting aside their differences to take out eren#also ymir being in love with king fritz was a bit of a weird thing to do but that's for another post#i think it spoke more to her just being that desperate for connection that she fell into an abusive relationship#but idk it could have been executed better esp because a lot of the 'romance' in AoT is weird#still i really enjoyed the finale tbh and i don't think we're supposed to be left feeling strictly one way about it#the fact that we're arguing over whether or not the finale was good is literally just proving isayama right ngl LOL#attack on titan#attack on titan finale#attack on titan spoilers#shingeki no kyojin#shingeki no kyojin finale#shingeki no kyojin spoilers#essay post#long post#tw genocide#tw war
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💜💜💜 “i’m sorry you had to see me like that” sonic + character of your choice 👀
Thank you so much for this prompt, Chaox! I started this today and I'm posting it now, without a second editing round bcuz I need to sleep but I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't finish this today :) Hope you like this <3
Sonic Forces inspired. 2k words.
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He's getting out of control. Fists clenched so tight he's sure, weren't it for the gloves, he would have drawn blood. His mind is hazy, vision gradually blurring as he tries to shift his attention from the echidna in front of him to anything else.
He should do that right now; he should look away.
Albeit, he can't.
"Can you repeat that, Knux?" he says, his voice laced with venom.
Knuckles takes note of the dangerous undertone—of the warning behind it—but doesn't quite grasp the severity of the situation. He crosses his arms, turning his head away from the other's interrogating gaze. Maybe he can't bear the look on his face, maybe he can't bear the fact that he's wrong. For just this once, he can't deny it, he should have been more careful. Yet another responsibility he had failed to take care of successfully.
"You heard me alright," He spits, anger boiling inside him. "He's not here, Sonic."
Knuckles can feel Sonic's gaze penetrating through his skull. From his peripheral vision, he is able to see the way he's staring at him, the way his jaw tenses and he realizes, it might have been a better idea to break the news in another, more tactful way.
Sonic takes one step forward and suddenly the air is thicker, denser; the room turns tenser.
Amy senses it and opts to act first by putting a hand on his shoulder. "Wait, Sonic, please--"
He yanks her hand away without even bothering to look at her. "Stay out of this, Amy."
"You're kidding," Amy scoffs and she’s not sure if she’s reacting to him ignoring her or to him expecting her to just stand and watch.
This time, he doesn't hesitate to turn his head to glare at her and his emerald eyes have never looked more intimidating before, not to her.
Yet, she doesn't back down. "This is not Knuckles' fault, you know that."
He laughs. There’s nothing funny or humorous about his laugh, but it emits from the depth of his soul, echoing in the room as he turns his attention to Knuckles once more.
"Tell me, commander, whose responsibility was it to look after him while I was gone?"
"Don't give me that shit, Sonic. We couldn't really keep an eye on him--"
Sonic's forearm connects to his neck, pushing Knuckles to the wall behind him. "You couldn't?"
He ignores Amy's pleas, putting more force into his grasp. "Where is he?"
"How should I know?" Knuckles growls. "He's been gone for three months."
Everything goes quiet. Even Amy's voice fades out of existence as Sonic registers Knuckles' words. Without really intending to, he backs down a bit, although he’s still holding Knuckles against the wall.
"What?"
When Knuckles tries to push him away, Sonic doesn’t give him a chance to even touch him and he slams his head on the wall as a warning, his forceful grip returning shortly after, despite hearing Knuckles coughing. Sonic knows he's strong, possibly stronger than him, under normal circumstances, so he understands, even in this state of mind, that Knuckles decides to not fight back.
Good. He doesn’t wanna go all out on him.
"Where is Tails?" he repeats the question.
"I don't know, okay?!"
Knuckles’ scream is the last thing that’s heard in the room, inside the Resistance HQ. Silence fills the void, until Sonic breaks it.
"I trusted you, Knuckles. I trusted you with my little brother's life. And with mine too."
Those words hurt more than Knuckles could have imagined.
But Sonic doesn’t relent, throwing more daggers right at his heart. "Maybe you're just not fit for the job. Or for any job. You shouldn't be taking responsibilities you can't handle."
Knuckles finds himself unable speak, so Sonic does it for him. "I'm gone for six months and you're telling me the war is still going? Great job, commander. On top of that, Tails is gone?"
Knuckles coughs again. "Stop it."
Sonic’s fangs show as a grin carves its way to his face and Knuckles can't tell if it's a sinister act or if it's a coping mechanism to hide his pain. "How does it feel to have failed at everything?"
"Sonic!" Amy intervenes, not courageous enough to properly stand up to him, however.
She's standing still, her hands balled into fists against her chest. It's probably the first time in a long while she's felt this scared. She's never witnessed Sonic lose control like that.
Knuckles meets her gaze and reads her like an open book, agreeing with her thoughts. No matter how well Sonic knows him—well enough to use just the right words to hurt him—in any other case, he wouldn't have gone this far. Something about him is off, his no-die, no-lose attitude is nowhere to be seen, his hopeful, full of excitement for the next adventure eyes are gloomy and dark, his logic is clouded by concern. Even if this is about Tails, this isn't typical of him.
Those six months imprisoned in space did take a toll on him, however much he tried to hide it once they rescued him.
"He's fine," he reassures, getting ahold of Sonic's forearm with both hands, ignoring the way he tenses and hisses. "You trust him, right?"
"Of course, I trust him." he barks, immediately. "But we're in the middle of a war, commander. Eggman might have gotten ahold of--"
"You're--" he scoffs. "You're not thinking straight."
Sonic bares his teeth, his jaw tightening even more. "Are you saying that me being worried is irrational?"
"Yes, it is. The kid can handle himself, Sonic."
"You said it, Knux. Kid. He's just a kid and he's been gone for—for three months?"
"You've left him behind for longer than that before." Knuckles notices out loud.
"It was to protect him!" he spits on his face.
Yet, Knuckles seems unfazed. "What's so different this time around?"
Sonic's mind short-circuits. His eyes widen when he takes in the sight in front of him. He doesn't quite remember how they got here.
"What would he say if he saw you like this?"
The final blow. Sonic had him against the wall but Knuckles had him cornered. He may be right but Sonic would rather not admit that, for the sake of his ego not getting wounded.
He takes a deep breath, letting his arms fall. Knuckles is standing firmly on both his feet now, managing to keep his breathing in check.
Until Sonic approaches him, noses almost touching as he jabs a finger to Knuckles’ chest.
"If there's a possibility, even a slight one, that Tails went through half of the hell I did, I'm blaming you."
Knuckles knows he meant every word, which makes him furious; knowing that he was calm and collected enough to say something like that. Calm enough to walk away after that statement. He can’t just stand there and take it like a champ, resulting in Sonic looking like the bigger guy in this quarrel.
And so, he breaks, guilt washing over him like pouring rain. "You know what, Sonic? You're not the only one who's had it rough. While you were gone, we were fighting our asses to keep the world safe. It wasn't an easy task."
"Yeah? And how did that go?” He turns around to face him. “Ninety-eight percent of the world under Eggman's control and Tails lost,” He huffs a short-lived laugh, bitterness emitting from it. “Excellent work."
Knuckles wants to punch him, he wants to wipe that smug, sarcastic smirk off of his face to knock some sense into him (especially now that he seems he’s pulled himself together, at least a bit) but Amy steps between them, holding her arm out to stop Knuckles on his tracks. He could push her away but she knows he won’t.
"Knuckles is right," She states, locking gazes with Sonic.
For a single moment, she regrets it, upon witnessing the way something passes by Sonic’s eyes, pain written all across his face.
"Knuckles is what? He's right? By saying I didn't have it rough?"
"I didn't—"
Sonic cuts him off, waving his hand as he closes his eyes. "For once in my life I felt truly helpless but I thought you had my back."
Amy and Knuckles can only stare, jaws slack at Sonic’s confession.
"And you just… proved me wrong. I'm—"
His voice breaks, slightly, but of course, it doesn’t go unnoticed.
Knuckles’ face softens and Amy approaches him, just a little bit. "Sonic..."
Sonic ignores her as he sits on the ground, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. "Shit.”
He brings his knees to his chest, almost curling into a ball as he moves his hands closer to his face, inspecting them. Only now he realizes they’re trembling.
He starts rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms, even if he’s using too much pressure it hurts.
Amy takes a few moments before she kneels next to him, a comforting hand making its way to Sonic’s back. He winces when it makes contact with his fur, arching away from the touch but one look around him persuades him he’s safe. With one long inhale, he decides to relax and accept the friendly gesture, despite it not helping that much.
It is sincere. That’s all that matters.
“We can work this out, like we always do,” She speaks after what feels like an eternity. “We will find him.”
It is wishful thinking more than anything, Sonic notes in his mind. If Tails doesn’t want to be followed, he knows how to hide his tracks. Especially with all the commotion thanks to the war happening around them, it would be ten times harder to get ahold of him or even a rough idea of where he might be.
But Amy’s right. They always win at the end of the day. Together.
Knuckles crouches next to him, patting his shoulder since he seems less tense now. “I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your expectations,” He confesses and Sonic turns his head around so fast he feels dizzy. “You’re right, I wasn’t fit for the job. But it was a real mess, Sonic. We were lost and outnumbered. Tails felt lost as well, helpless.”
At that Sonic tenses but allows Knuckles to continue. “With you around, we might be able to fix things.”
“Yeah, maybe I—”
“Under my command, though,” Knuckles smirks.
“Aye, aye, commander,” Sonic pouts, playfully.
“And,” Knuckles looks at the wall in front of him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like whatever you had to deal with back there was not rough. With the way you’re acting, I know it was really bad.”
“Meh, whatever,” Sonic waves a hand at him, grinning. “I’ve had it worse.”
Amy snorts and Knuckles’ raises a brow but they both decide to let it slide.
Sonic hugs his knees, his grin falling. “I’m the one who should be apologizing,” He says, taking a deep breath. “I'm sorry you had to see me like that.”
“It’s okay,” Amy reassures without missing a beat. “We know.”
Sonic looks at both of them, their smiles urging his own to appear on his face as well. If he feels his throat tighten, he ignores it. He feels like he’s cried enough the past six months; more than he should have allowed himself to. Good thing no one was around to see the mess the Infinite illusions had made of him.
“Alright,” he gets up, newfound courage flowing through his veins. “Let’s get to it.”
They get up as they nod when a slam of the door catches them off guard.
“Sonic!”
That voice. Sonic’s smile reaches his ears before he finds the source of the voice.
He’s safe. They both are.
He’s real.
“Tails!”
“I was so worried.”
“You worry too much, look! I’m perfectly fine.”
“Who’s gonna tell him he was losing his shit just a few minutes ago?” Knuckles whispers, which earns him a jab on his chest by Amy’s elbow.
#tehehehe yippeeee#this does remind me a bit of a chaox fic but:(this is not plagiarism i prommy#also . this was supposed to take a different turn#but here we are#hope you enjoy#sonic forces#hurt and comfort prompts#my ramblings#my fics#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#knuckles the echidna#sth#sonic fic#fanfiction#long post
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If I'd actually posted all my pjo art when I made it instead of hoarding it like a little goblin for no apparent reason today I might have been known as the octavian guy instead of the joffrey guy...scary thought...
#.txt#went thru my old pjo art the other day...man#I actually didn't draw him that much compared to how much I draw joffrey lol. ig i had more shame#but also there's simply less to his character. what am I even supposed to take inspiration from#'less to his character' there's NOTHING#woahhh a villain that poses no real threath has no depth and is just there to be laughed at how interesting#i say this as if I didn't make up 1048399574 scenarios in my head with him#when i wasn't into got yet but i was like. vaguely aware of joffrey I'd look at him like woah octavian fancast#now I'm like. um no??? they have a completely different vibe you idiot -_-#what did I see in this guy like genuinely#ok but the thing is that octavian enjoyers were so removed from the source material. I mean obviously they were. bc he's not well written#or even that much of a character tbh. ofc you'd have to make shit up#so like what im saying is that maybe I woulnd't have been actually. bc I enjoyed him in the evil rat bastard way#meanwhile everyone else was like 'aw poor baby :( rick sucks he doesn't understand him :(( I could treat him better'#once I did see someone say that about joffrey but they turned out to be a weirdo so. lol#'what did I see in this guy he's a nothing character...anyway I love tommen and myrcella my little meowmeows <3'#they're very layered TO ME. my beloved canon ocs
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The more I think about it, the claim Edelgard wants to be a goddess/replace the goddess from Dimitri and Seteth makes more sense. Her believing only she can fix the world's problems, believing the world is too sinful because of "those eeevil lizard people", crushing anyone who dares oppose her and seeing human sacrifices as a means to an end/collateral damage. Heck you can see her war as a rapture and those who don't agree with her burn for a thousand years or in the case get killed/vanquished. And after her war if she wins, then she reforms a church under her name and in Nopes she does the exact the same thing after getting rid of the Slithers with Rhea. And considering how cultish her stans irl behave while trying to claim that they're "good people", yeah it all clicks.
The thing is,
The "Goddess" or at least what we know/heard of her didn't even act like Supreme Leader did.
Sure, sources on Sothis's time in Fodlan are biased, either we're told anything about her by Rhea, or by the Mole People.
But I agree, the game gives us some clues about what Supreme Leader wants to be, at least in Tru Piss. With her Manu support, she becomes the figure people look up to and aspire to be, the source of strength the Goddess and the CoS previously were. You also have the explore sections in the monastery, and how she's found where Rhea used to be when she was doing her archbishop things (the audience chambers iirc?), the CoS being "reformed under her supervision" and the final straw on the camel's back is her ending mural.
The rest is her messiah complex - partly fueled by Adrestian nationalism - and her stubborness, Supreme Leader will walk on her path and refuse to look back or even reconsider, no matter the obstacles standing before her, you are either on her side, or an obstacle needing to be removed.
As for the irl devoted fans, lol, I won't consider their behaviour in an analysis of the character, but if we are to talk about the BESF in Nopes, they are also sure they're doing a favor to the world/Fodlan while ignoring a good part of said Fodlan. Nopes!Ferdie comes to mind, with his nonsense about the Kingdom having more crusted generals, or the general fuckery that is the alliance with the Federation, or people being gung ho and looking forward to sack the monastery/cities/Faerghus to earn some fame.
#anon#replies#what i like about supreme leader is her supposed charisma#sure it doesn't work at all if you take into consideration the world and think from a doylist and even watsonian angle#but in the end the games especially nopes portray how the usually attentive BESF suddenly turn their brain on off mode#whenever they join Supreme Leader even if her words don't match what the world is telling them#something like you can buy anything from someone who knows how to talk#with all the issues and questions this raises of course#I also like how her determination that is usually a good trait#is shown here in excess to be something negative#at least in AM#funny how both Willy and Supreme Leader had a strong will that Rhea notices#but their drive was most likely different even if on paper they achieved the same thing#both Supreme Leader and Claude strike me in the games as people who want to win over people's hearts#be the one they love and revere instead of the supposed Church#but they don't know how to do it#FE16#3 Nopes
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