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unhappycylinder · 10 months

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Sonorous (Charlie Dalton x fem!Overstreet reader)

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: While dropping your brother off for his 3rd year at Welton, one of his best friends catches your eye.

Warnings: Drinking (you know I had to include Chet’s party), slight violence, kissing

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“Tradition, Honor, Discipline, Excellence,” the booming voices of hundreds of Welton Academy pupils and alumni rang out through the small chapel. Mr. Nolan stood at the front, aged hands resting on the sides of the lectern, Welton’s crest displayed proudly across the front. This was your third year attending a Welton introduction ceremony, your third year sitting in the uncomfortably ancient pews with your parents while your brother and his peers were welcomed with watchful arms into the halls of America’s finest preparatory school.

Knox had found his seat next to you after leading the ceremony with the banners which represented the four pillars. His suit, which your parents had purchased for him at the beginning of his freshman year at Welton, was now ever so slightly too tight on his young adult frame. The seams squeezed at his shoulders, the leg of the pants threatened to expose the top of his socks as he sat, and the button in the front took just a little more effort to close. Examining your brother it finally hit you that he was growing up, and so were you.

Knox and you had always been close, especially as children before your parents sent him away to Welton, and you to Henley Hall. Now, seeing him all grown up, the body of a man replacing that of the boy you once knew, you realized that your time with him was limited, that your childhood was coming to an end.

Seemingly sensing your anxiety, Knox turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a sympathetic gaze.

“You okay, Overstreet?” he whispered, mouth curling up into a smile as he called you by your last name.

“Never been better, Overstreet,” you feigned a smile. Knox merely rolled his eyes, his hair falling in front of his forehead as he turned his attention back to Nolan. You watched him, catching him stop and giggle at something, or rather someone, before he could return his attention to Nolan. Curious, you leaned in front of your brother, tracking his gaze to a boy sitting several rows up from you, turned around with a giddy smile flashing across his face.

His hair was dark blonde like Knox’s and his cheeks rounded into rosy apples when he smiled, his eyes full of mischief and wonder. As you scanned his face, his eyes dropped from Knox’s to yours, his already rosy cheeks flushing an even deeper crimson. Flashing quickly between you both, you could see it click in his brain that you were Knox’s sister, his eyes widening at the realization. In a move that you would learn was characteristic of the boy, his eyes locked with yours again, giving you a quick wink before turning back around to Nolan.

You blushed…you blushed hard. Knox gave you no reaction, seemingly having shifted his attention back to Nolan before your interaction with the boy concluded. Fixing you hair and settling back into your seat between Knox and your parents, you tried your best to pay attention to the presentation at the altar, your mind refusing to acknowledge anything other than the boy on the other side of the room.

–

“Wonderful service Mr. Nolan,” your father greeted the principal at the door.

“Ah thank you Mr. Overstreet. Knox is one of our brightest, we look forward to another impressive year from him,” he gestured to your brother, who was standing directly behind you.

“Thank you sir,” your father and brother said in unison, eliciting a chuckle from your mother.

With a nod, the four of you said your goodbyes to Nolan and left the chapel.

“Knox, y/n, we’ll pull the car around so you can grab your things,” your mother said, following your father towards the parking lot just outside of campus.

“Alright we’ll be here,” Knox answered, turning to you.

“Another year at Hell-ton, you must be thrilled,” you teased, bumping your shoulder into your brother’s arm.

“Unimaginably,” he retorted, eyes scanning the fields around the chapel where hundreds of families were hugging their boys’ goodbye.

“Ah,” was all Knox said before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking towards one of the fields.

“Oh?” you asked, beginning to walk behind him, “Okay?”

Your brother turned around to face you as he walked backwards toward a group of men chatting in the field, “my friends. You met Neil last year I’m pretty sure, but I don’t think you’ve met anyone else”

“No I don’t think I have,” you responded, keeping pace with your brother as he turned around and briskly walked toward the group. You were about to speak up before the nasaly voice of one of the men cut through the air

“Knoxious!” You winced at the nickname, chuckling to yourself as you and your brother finally reached the group of boys.

“Dalton,” Knox said, walking through the group to embrace the shorter man who had winked at you earlier. You stood a few steps behind your brother, glancing between the five men. The tallest of them, a rather thin man with hair that stood up in an almost militant fashion, and a shorter ginger man next to him stared at you mouth agape. You broke the tension with a small wave, which the shorter one reciprocated, lifting his hand ever so slightly.

“So this your girlfriend, Knox?” The boy from the chapel asked, sauntering over to you with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Ew Charlie no, that’s my sister,” Knox responded, turning to face his friend who was now mere feet from where you stood.

“Sister, huh? I never would have guessed,” Charlie said, staring you directly in the eyes, “you see she’s good looking and you’re-”

“Alright alright,” Knox said, stepping closer to you two.

“Charlie Dalton,” the boy said, extending a hand to you, making you blush again. This time he absolutely noticed, as a smirk threatened to spread across his face at the sight of it.

You collected yourself, “Y/n Overstreet,” you replied, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.

“Her handshake is stronger than yours, Knox,” Charlie joked, turning around to face your brother, who was rolling his eyes.

“That’s enough Dalton,” Knox said, stepping towards you and gesturing for you to come closer to the rest of the group. Charlie let go of your hand and turned to face the group with you, his shoulder so close to yours that it threatened to brush against you as your brother introduced you to the rest of the group.

“So thats Neil, who you already know,” Neil offered you a gentle smile and wave, which you returned, “and thats Pitts and Meeks,” he said while pointing to the tall man and the ginger, both of whom still stood with their mouths agape…

“Shape up boys, say hello to the lady,” Charlie quipped, snapping the pair back to reality. They both blushed before timidly waving, turning away to gossip amongst themselves, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Knox pointed to the last boy, a shorter blonde kid who was obviously new to the group, as he avoided talking to any of them, let alone you.

“This is my roommate, Todd Anderson,” Neil chimed in, patting the shoulder of the boy next to him, who looked up briefly before turning away again.

“Anyway fellas, this is my sister Y/n, she goes to Henley”

“Oh good school,” Pitts spoke up with a smile

“Yeah…” you replied awkwardly. Meeks smacked Pitts with his shoulder, making the taller boy wince.

“Pittsie here has never seen a woman before,” Charlie joked, “that’s why he doesn’t know how to talk to them. I on the other hand-”

“No Dalton,” Knox proclaimed, “not my sister, she’s off limits”

You giggled at Knox, “16 years and I’ve never once seen you be protective of me, Knox, what’s gotten into you?”

“Y/n there’s some sort of unspoken rule that your friends are never supposed to flirt with your sister, which Dalton doesn’t seem to be aware of,” Knox replied, locking eyes with his friend who stood against your opposite shoulder

“What, what?” Charlie asked breathily, shrugging his shoulders, “who says there’s any flirting going on here?” He asked before swinging an arm over you, pulling you closer to him.

Pitts and Meeks ooh’d at Charlie, spurring him on. You looked to your right, locking eyes with the boy as he pulled you in closer. Smiling up at him, you giggled as he shot you another wink, sending butterflies through your stomach.

“Charlie I swear to God-” Knox began before he was cut off from a voice behind you.

“Overstreets!” Your father’s brash voice rang out from their parked car no more than 100 feet from you, “Come get your things Knox!”

“You got lucky this time, Dalton,” your brother said, pointing a finger at his friend before marching off towards your parent’s car.

“Its a shame you’re off limits,” Charlie said while removing his arm from you and shoving his hand back in his pocket, “I was gonna say I’d sure like to do this again sometime”

“What, taunt my brother in front of all your friends?” You smirked at him, “who says I wouldn’t want to do the same?”

Charlie smiled at you, nibbling his bottom lip between his teeth. He simply nodded at you as you jogged away after your brother. Cheers from the other boys could be heard from behind you as you ran. Turning around, you caught sight of the four other boys shaking Charlie’s shoulders and teasing him while he just smirked at you, eyes never leaving you as you followed your brother.

–

“So you’re telling me the plan is to sneak into your brother’s party…which is in your own house?” You asked Ginny, turning around from the vanity where you had been applying your makeup.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Ginny shrugged

“Oh god, Ginny, this is gonna be a night for the books,” you chuckled as you turned back to your friend’s mirror.

“So what about this Charlie boy?” Ginny squeaked, a taunting tone in her voice letting you know she knew of your crush on your brother’s friend

“How do you know anything about Charlie?” you stared at the mirror, it was your best attempt at maintaining a poker face while your best friend interrogated you

“Y/n, last year you hardly ever called Knox when he was at school. And now you guys are on the phone like everyday, and you always ask him how Charlie is. You don’t expect me, your best friend, to wonder who the guy you’re always asking about is?”

“I’m not always asking about him, Ginny, I just thought maybe I should take a greater interest in my brother’s social life…that’s all”

“Oh what a load of bull!”

“Ginny!” You squealed, still looking at the mirror.

“You know I’m right! Cause if I wasn’t, you wouldn’t still be facing away from me trying to hide your blush!” She exclaimed. Embarrassed, you turned around, hands covering your face.

“I don’t know what blush you’re talking about,” the muffled words sounded from behind your hands. Erupting in a fit of laughter, you moved from the vanity seat to the floor where Ginny was sitting, giggling with your best friend as you daydreamed about the boy you had met only once before.

–

Hey Little Girl was blaring on the speakers in Ginny’s living room; the party was now in full swing and you and Ginny were both fairly certain that nobody would notice if you slipped downstairs to enjoy the antics. As you exited her room and made your way down the stairs into the kitchen, the last thing you expected to see was your very own brother, Knox Overstreet, slumped against the counter taking shots with Chet Danburry’s teammates.

“Shit!” You whispered, flipping around the kitchen wall and turning to Ginny.

“What? What? What is it?”

“Knox is here, did you know he was gonna be here?”

“Knox?” Ginny asked, leaning in front of you to peek her head around the corner.

“For God’s sake Ginny don’t look!”

Ginny slammed her back against the wall next to you, “damn it really is him!”

“Why on earth would Chet invite my brother to a party? How does he even know him?”

A lightbulb must have gone off in Ginny’s head, because she turned to you with bright eyes and exclaimed, “he came over for dinner a couple weeks ago! I heard him talking to Chris, uhhh and they seemed to hit it off…so maybe she invited him?”

“Chris? Like Chet’s girlfriend Chris?” You exclaimed. Ginny only nodded, a smirk flashing across her face, “oh Knox!”

Keeping a watchful eye on your brother the entire night, you and Ginny worked your way around the party, flirting with the boys who clung to the walls and chatting with the girls you had known in elementary and middle school. Whenever Chet and Knox were both clear of the kitchen, you would sneak in and snatch drinks for you and Ginny, giggling as if you were the only ones breaking rules that night.

After what felt like hours of mingling, flirting, drinking, and playing the game of avoiding your older brothers, the roar of the party had finally died down and you and your best friend found yourselves propped up on the kitchen counter watching the stragglers mingle in the living room. The football team had congregated around the bar, still taking shots and cheering for Chet whenever he did something mildly average, and the rest of the partygoers were scattered around the coffee table and the many chairs and couches which surrounded it. Your buzz was beginning to wear off as you found yourself scanning the living room for your brother, who you quickly realized you had not checked up on in at least half an hour. Next to you Ginny was nursing a crystal glass of gin, her eyes locked on the ripples it made when she shook the vessel. She was out.

A panic starting to settle in, you turned to the window behind you and peered through the curtains in case your brother had ended up outside somehow. Just as you glanced through the glass you heard commotion behind you.

“...Sander’s brother! And he’s feeling up your girl!” One of the footballers said, drawing your attention to the large group of athletes who now stood facing the couch behind them. Suddenly, Chet launched forward toward the couch, his arms raising as if he was about to punch someone. You launched yourself off the counter, taking a few steps across the kitchen to watch the situation unfold. As Chet began throwing punches at someone next to the couch, you noticed his girlfriend, Chris, sleepily standing up next to him.

“Chet, stop!” She screamed as soon as she was awake enough to realize what was happening. Her screams spurred you to move closer, a decision which would reveal that the victim of Chet’s brutal swings was your very own brother.

“Knox oh my god!” You screamed, jumping over the couch and grabbing onto Chet’s jacket, pulling him off of your brother.

“Chet stop you’ll hurt him!” Chris squealed, grabbing onto her boyfriend’s shoulder as he stood up.

You crouched down to your brother, cradling his head in your hands as you examined his wounds.

“Next time I see you, you die,” Chet threatened, holding onto Chris like she was nothing more than an object.

“Why don’t you fuck off Chet,” you responded, making the men around him chuckle.

“Oh yeah? That the type of man you are, Overstreet? Your little sister’s gotta finish your fights for you?”

“Leave him the hell alone,” you stood up to face him, “and next time, maybe don’t let your girlfriend black out alone on a couch.”

Chet scoffed and led Chris away, her muttering gently apologies to Knox as she walked away.

“Y/n?” Knox questioned faintly, you turned around to join your brother on the ground once again, “What are you doing here? How’d you get here?”

“I’m here with Ginny, Knox,” you lifted up his hair to look at a bruise that was now forming on his temple, your heart breaking for your poor brother, “we’re gonna get you back to Welton okay?”

“Thanks,” he said quietly, “for sticking up for me y’a know, Charlie was right about you,” he slurred his words lightly as his eyes grew tired.

“Charlie?” You questioned, “he was right about what?”

“He won’t shut up about how you probably beat my ass,” he laughed, his eyes now fully closed.

“Charlie…” you wondered out loud.

–

“Welton Academy, hello.” The tired voice of an old man spoke on the other side of the line.

Clearing your throat and shooting a quick glance to Ginny, who was sobering up as she sat next to you in her father’s office. Putting on your most mature voice you responded.

“Good evening sir, I apologize for calling you so late but I was wondering if I could have a word with Mr. Charles Dalton?”

“Ah…Dalton. Well you see its after hours and the boys are all asleep right now…if you call back in the morning–”

“It’s urgent sir,” you feigned seriousness, “I’m his mother you see, and I’m afraid there’s been a um…”

Ginny smiled up at you, shrugging her shoulders.

“An incident, yes, in the family. And um, well, Charles must hear about it immediately.”

“Might I relay the message to him?”

“I’m sorry sir, but it’s quite sensitive and I feel as if I should deliver it myself,” you nodded your head, Ginny bit her hand to prevent her laughter.

The phone laid silent for a few painstaking minutes as you paced around Mr. Danburry’s desk, you and Ginny spiraling over how to get Knox back to Welton without causing a scene.

“Mom?” Charlie’s nasaly voice echoed on the other line, lacking the same sleepy tone as the older man.

“Charlie!” You practically squealed.

“Huh?” Charlie sounded perplexed over the phone, “wait, Y/n?”

“You recognize my voice?” You asked, butterflies filling your stomach.

“Well of course I did, how could I forget the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard,” you could sense his smirk through the phone.

Ginny cleared her throat, turning your attention to her, snapping your awareness back to the issue at hand.

“Oh right, um, Charlie,” your voice grew serious again, “I need your help.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said seriously, concern growing in his voice, “what’s wrong, what can I do?”

“I’m at the Danburry’s and um Knox is here”

“Okay,” he chuckled, “what’s the problem with that?”

“Well, you see, Chet sorta attacked him and…well…he’s not doing too hot and I don’t know how to get him back to Welton”

“Oh shit,” he squeaked on the other line, “is he doing okay?”

“Yeah I mean Chet beat his ass but-” Ginny grabbed the phone from your hand, “but then Y/n grabbed him by the collar and put him in his damn place,” she practically screamed into the receiver.

“Atta girl, Overstreet!” Charlie cheered for you, making you blush as you returned the phone back to your ear.

“Anyway Charlie, can you help?”

–

“Okay and then just a left up here,” Charlie whispered, groaning as he supported half the weight of your brother. You had decided the best way to get Knox back to his room was to just carry him, you and Charlie each hoisting one of his arms over your shoulders. Knox began to groan as you reached the top of the stairs,

“Knox shhhh,” you said quietly, trying your best not to wake any of the pupils, or God forbid the teachers, who lived in this hall.

Charlie chuckled at you both, turning the corner and gently opening the door to Knox’s room. His roommate was sound asleep in his bed, and you and Charlie made quick work of laying your brother down, removing his shoes and jacket, and tucking him into his bed.

“Sleep good darling,” Charlie joked, placing a gentle kiss on your brother’s forehead.

You and Charlie exited Knox’s room, closing the door as quietly as you could as you giggled to yourselves.

“Thank you so much,” you whispered

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Charlie said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “let me…let me walk you home”

“Oh no its okay, really,” you blushed, “I mean you live right here,” you pointed to his room.

“Y/n you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk back to Henley Hall by yourself”

“Charlie I’ll be fine”

“Dead poets honor, I’m walking with you,” he said sternly, taking a step closer to you.

“I don’t know what that means, but yes sir,” you nodded, eyes locking with Charlie’s as you two stood no more than a foot from each other in the dark hall for a secon longer than normal. Charlie’s gaze dropped to your lips, his pupils growing darker as he examined them. Your heart beat picked up, and so did your breathing, as your eyes scanned his face, your mind racing with curiosity.

Just as Charlie’s eyes began to close and his face approached yours, a door handle rattled behind him, snapping you both to attention.

“Shit we gotta go,” Charlie whispered, his hand snaking around your waist to spin you around and usher you around the corner and down the stairs.

Once outside you felt a weight leave your shoulders as you and Charlie heaved a sigh of relief. During your escape his hand had traveled from your waist to your hand, his calloused fingers interlaced with yours. Slumped against a tree outside Welton’s gate, you and the boy giggled as you relived the details of your narrow escape from the all-boys school.

“Come on,” Charlie tugged at your hand, standing up from the tree, “lets get you home.”

You used his hand to help pull you away from the tree. As you began walking he threatened to unlace his fingers from yours, but you strengthened your grip, shooting him a quick glance which rested somewhere between pleading and commanding. Charlie simply responded with a simple smirk and the relaxing of his hand into yours as you walked down the empty road.

“So…” Charlie began, “what were you doing at Chet Danburry’s party?” You could sense a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“Oh you know, flirting with football players, taking shots, playing strip poker…” you joked, Charlie’s eyes widened as his cheeks blushed, you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Oh really now?” Charlie quipped back, his hand swinging yours, “I wouldn’t suppose football players would be your type then, would they?”

“Most definitely not Mr. Dalton, how dare you suggest such a thing,” you tauntingly reprimanded him.

“Then what would be your type?” Charlie smirked to himself, your hands now swinging quicker between the two of you.

“Hmmmm let’s see,” you pretended to ponder, “I’m particularly fond of boys who go to a certain private boarding school in Vermont…Welton? You may have heard of it,” you joked.

“Oh yes, very prestigious institution,” Charlie retorted.

“And within that category, I must say I’m rather partial to a Welton man who is funny, outgoing, never follows the dress code, has a reputation as a rule breaker,” you sighed, “definitely someone who would help me carry my idiot of a brother back home after getting his ass kicked. Oh, and absolutely someone who would walk me home after helping said brother home,” you scanned the forest to the side of the road, “and I like light brown hair too”

Charlie stopped walking, his hand ceasing to swing with yours. Before you could even process the confusion, the boy who had occupied every single one of your thoughts for the past month was suddenly directly in front of you, his free hand firmly grasping the side of your face as his lips crashed into yours feverishly. His hand let go of yours and slipped around the back of your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as his tongue worked to part your lips and let him inside. Your heart raced as you kissed him back, closing your eyes and sliding your hands up around his neck. You played with the hair on the back of his head as you pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss even more. As suddenly as it began, your feverish makeout session with Charlie Dalton ended.

“I’ve been dreaming about doing that for so long Y/n, you have no idea”

“Trust me Charlie,” you said breathlessly, “I do.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

“We can never tell Knox about this,” he whispered.

“Nope, never,” you said into his shoulder

–

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Meeks joked as Knox groggily walked into Mr. Keating’s classroom. He was obviously hungover and entirely drained after last night. As he walked by Charlie’s desk in the back corner, his friend grabbed his shirt sleeve and pulled him back.

“Hey, you okay?” Charlie asked him, genuinely worried about the state of one of his best friends.

“My head hurts like a bitch and I have no idea how I got home…but yeah I’m okay,” Knox palpated the scab forming under his hair.

“Don’t worry your pretty head Knoxious, we made sure you got home safe,” Charlie slapped his friend on the back.

“We? Oh god how many of you guys were there?” Knox sighed, glancing around the room at all his friends, “and how did you know I was there? I snuck out, didn’t tell any of you where I was going”

“This is the first I’m hearing of it,” Neil said without looking up from his books

“I can tell you for certain I was sound asleep in my bed,” Meeks responded

“Me either,” Pitts chimed in,

As Knox’s attention of the group turned to Todd, the final member of the group, Charlie bagan to panic.

As Todd stuttered, Charlie spoke up, “Y/n.”

“Y/n?” Knox looked back at him, confused.

“She called me, man,” Charlie held his hands up innocently, “told me she didn’t know what to do, so I helped her out.”

“Dalton I told you not to mess with my sister,” Knox rubbed his temple.

“We saved your damn life, Knox. She innocently asked for my help, and I’m a gentleman, so I obliged,” Charlie smirked.

“God dammit Charlie, you can’t date my sister,”

“Who said anything about dating?”

“Charlie, she likes you, everybody knows that. But she’s off limits–”

“Take your seats, gentlemen,” Mr. Keating projected as he waltzed into the room, slamming his poetry book down on his desk, turning to face his students, “Mr. Overstreet, Mr. Dalton, everything alright?”

“Yes captain,” both boys said begrudgingly, Knox taking his seat in front of Charlie.

–

As the Dead Poets walked down the hallway past the main office, Mr. Nolan opened the door abruptly, “boys. I have a call for you.”

“For me?” Knox questioned, pointing to himself, but Nolan was already in the office. Shrugging, all six boys entered the office, crowding around the small phone on Nolan’s desk. Mr. Nolan gave them a knowing look before closing his office door behind them.

“Hello?” Knox asked into the phone.

“Knox?” You questioned, confused as to why your brother and not the boy you asked for was on the other end.

“Y/n?” Knox covered the phone as he turned to the other boys, “its Y/n”

“Yeah we gathered that much,” Meeks retorted

Knox rolled his eyes at him before uncovering the phone, “why are you calling? Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah no everything’s fine, I was um,” you panicked, not wanting to expose your intentions, “I um just wanted to check in with you….how are you?”

“Check in with me?” Knox questioned, once again glancing around to the boys.

“Here, give it to me,” Charlie muttered, grabbing the phone out of your brother’s hands, “he’s keen…how are you Miss Overstreet?”

You squealed his name over the phone, making Charlie move the phone away from his ear as the other boys all turned their attention to Knox who was fuming.

“Who all is there?” You asked

“Oh you know, just everybody,” Charlie laughed, blushing as he played with the phone cable

“Dear god, why?”

“Nolan didn’t exactly specify who you were calling for so we uh, we all just filed in…who are you calling for?”

You whispered, not wanting everyone to hear, “you of course, but Knox can’t know that.”

With a nod, Charlie covered the phone, handing it to Knox, “she’s calling for you, wants to know if you think your parents would let her try out for a play”

“A play?” Knox questioned, “Y/n since when have you been into acting?” your brother asked, grabbing the phone from Charlie

“Since um….recently? I don’t know, I figured I should give everything a try in high school. You never know I might have some undiscovered talent” you bluffed.

“Talent, huh? Well I don’t see why you shouldn’t try it. You’re not graduating or anything so you might as well do some non-academic stuff while you can.”

Charlie chuckled at his friend who had taken the bait.

“Yeah yeah, good thinking Knox. Okay well I gotta go, love you, tell everyone bye!” You hung up the phone, leaving Knox standing confused in an office full of all his friends.

“She’s never mentioned acting before…” Knox muttered as Charlie smirked, “what are you looking so smug for, Dalton?”

“What,” Charlie shrugged, smirk growin, “what?”

Knox scoffed as he led the group of boys out of Nolan’s office and back down the hallway.

–

“Why can’t I talk to her, Knox? What’s the harm in that?” Charlie argued with his friend in his room, Cameron seated awkwardly at his desk as the heated exchange continued.

“Because she’s my sister, Charlie! Everyone knows how you are with girls, right Cameron?”

“Not getting involved…” Cameron waved them off, keeping his nose buried in his chemistry book.

“The point, Charlie, is that she’s off limits.”

“Why?” Charlie was pleading at this point.

“Because she’s my sister! How many times do I have to say it?”

“So what? I’m your best friend! And I like her, I really really like her!”

“Come on Charlie you barely know her”

“Yeah but I want to change that, I want to get to know her, I want to know everything about her,” Knox rolled his eyes, “Knox I know I have a reputation with girls, I know, but I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never really liked a girl like this before…she’s special”

“Yeah, Dalton, she is. And that’s exactly why she’s off limits”

“So it doesn’t matter that she likes me…her feelings don’t factor in at all”

“Of course they do, but as your friend you just can’t date my sister. Its like a rule”

“Says who, Knox?” Charlie was yelling at this point, unbelievably frustrated at his friends stubbornness.

“I don’t know,” Knox scrambled for words, “but its a thing, and you can’t break it!”

“What if I love her,” Charlie said softly

“What if you what?”

“What if I love her?”

“Charlie you don’t know her,” Knox’s tone matched Charlie’s

“The parts of her that I know…I love”

Knox sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he paced around the room. Cameron turned around to watch the interaction, playing with the end of a pencil in his mouth.

“You mean it?” Knox finally asked after what felt like eternity.

“Yeah, Knox, I mean it.” Charlie nodded, heart pounding.

“Okay”

“Okay?” Charlie questioned

“Okay, then, if you love her, tell her. Tell her how you feel and if she feels the same then there’s nothing I can do about that. Love is a whole other thing, Charlie, I can’t get between that.”

“So-” Charlie began

“But,” Knox interjected, “if you ever hurt her you’re a dead man.”

“I never will, dead poets honor,” Charlie smiled at his best friend.

“Dead poets honor,” Knox nodded, leaving Charlie’s room with a pat on his friend’s back.

“Dalton gets the girl, what’s new?” Cameron scoffed as he turned back to his schoolwork.

Smacking him across the back of his head, Charlie responded “get your head out of your ass, Cameron”

–

“I don’t actually have to try out for a play do I?” You asked innocently, pulling away to search Charlie’s eyes for an answer

“No,” he laughed, holding you close by your waist, “I think Knox has realized that was a cover by now…at least I hope he has”

“He’s a bit of an idiot…kinda stubborn,” you giggled

“You’re telling me,” Charlie laughed as he pulled you closer, resting his head on top of yours.

The two of you stood in a quiet embrace, eyes closed as you inhaled each others’ scent, warmth and endearment filling your body with each breath.

“Y/n I gotta tell you something…” he sighed, anxiety threatening to get in the way of his confession.

“What’s up?” You asked calmly, pulling away to look up at Charlie

“Um,” he began, eyes searching the sky in an attempt to avoid your gaze, “God I know I shouldn’t say this…and I know its way too soon…and I’ve only really seen you a handful of times…”

You nodded, gaze never leaving Charlie as he stared around you and his adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“But there’s something you need to know, and for the sanity of both myself and your brother, I just need to tell you.”

“Charlie you’re stalling,” you said, growing more anxious as he blabbled

“I love you,” he said with a sigh, closing his eyes as his head craned up to the sky.

“Hey,” you chuckled, your hand traveling up to caress his cheek and pull his gaze down to meet yours, “I love you too”

“You do,” he snapped out of his daze, his facial muscles relaxing as he looked down at you, “really?”

“Really, Charlie. Yeah its soon, and yeah I don’t know everything about you, but the parts I do know I love,” you smiled.

“That’s exactly what I told your brother”

“You talked to Knox about this?”

“It was either I tell him how I really feel or he kills me”

“I’m glad you picked option A”

“Yeah I am too…I was so scared you weren’t gonna feel the same”

“How could I not?” You laughed as you embraced him, his strong arms wrapping around your shoulders as you nuzzled into him.

#dead poets society #charlie dalton #dead poets fandom #dead poets honor #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton x overstreet reader #knox overstreet #charlie dalton x fem reader

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xylianasblog · 11 months

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Let me show you my kind of love.

Pairings: AgedUp! Rotxo x Metkayina!Fem reader

Summary: You've always admired him from afar, keeping your feelings buried. He’s untouchable in every way that you aren’t, yet the pull to him you feel is crazy. The question is does he feel it too?

Warnings: MDNI, Inexperienced male, blowjob, throating fucking, slight praise.

Requested: Yes

Word count: 2.2k

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You sat with Tsireya, taking a small break from your duties, watching as Rotxo and Aonung worked on repairing nets.

Your eyes tracing over every inch of his lean muscle and intricate tattoo designs, he had grown into a very fine young man. His hair was now a bit longer, and his body more filled out in all the right places.

You were absolutely mesmerized by him just as you have always been, but instead of acknowledging them you always buried them deep inside to keep from embarrassing yourself. You could help but smile as you watched him work, such a simple thing that he made so attractive.

“Tell him.. please because watching you devour him with your eyes is not okay.” Teased Reya even though she was right. You did devour him with your eyes and sometimes you’d catch him doing the same before he quickly looked.

“I refuse. He’s so untouchable, he would never even think about being with me. He would never see me as a potential mate.” You mumbled softly.

Tsireya just let out a small sigh before looking over at the boys who were setting down the nets they just finished working on. You turned your attention back to Rotxo watching as he stretched, every muscle in his body flexing, the act caused you to press your thighs together before looking away before the smell of your arousal could fill the air around you.

You stood up quickly just as the boys approached, and without a goodbye, you hurried off toward your Marui. “Oh god..” you muttered.

Rotxo was like Aonung, the village's golden boy of the village but unlike the rest of the young adults, he’s remained untouched, innocent in every aspect of the word. His innocence made him perfect as you weren’t the only one who thought so. Many young women of the village wanted to be his mate and he’s turned everyone down kindly, no one has even known the boy to touch himself even during his ruts.

You by far weren’t a saint in any way but you had a little experience here and there enough to know that you wanted to be the first to please Rotxo and pleasure him in ways no one has before. Shaking the thoughts away from your head you sighed softly, finally paying attention to your surroundings you realized you were inside your marui. Setting down your things you laid down on your bed, hands immediately covering your face.

Letting out a loud squeal you eventually pulled your hands from your face, moving them down to rest on your stomach gently tracing your soft skin. You had taken the time to let your mind wander momentarily.

The soft touch of his hand rough calloused hand rubbing along your thighs lightly as he slowly moved them up towards your heat, you couldn't help it as you squirmed around underneath him, soft breathless whimpers escaping past your parted lips.

He chuckled softly as he watched you, loving the way you reacted to him and he had barely even touched you yet. You whined softly as you felt his thumb pressing over your covered clit, the acting causing you to raise your back from the ground slightly.

A breathless “fuck..” slipping past your lips as your thighs enclosed around his hand, your small hand gripping at his forearm tightly. “Please.. need you so bad..”

He let out a small little coo as he watched you, the sight of your eyes heavy with lust and lips parted as your chest rose and fell with soft pants nearly had him giving him in. Almost.

“No.. now be a good girl and stay still for me, I want to explore and worship your body like I’ve been craving too.” He murmured, leaning down to press soft kisses down the valley of your breast before continuing. “You’ll be a good girl for me right?” He teased.

A throat cleared from the entrance of your marui before your thoughts could take you deeper into your wondering mind, you sat up with a gasp your eyes immediately locking onto Rotxo heavy lidded one’s as he stared down at you a small smirk on his plump lips.

“I can smell you.. everywhere.” He mumbled softly. “I came to check on you. You left before I could speak with you.” He explained as he walked closer to you, his eyes slowly trailing over your figure.

“Ah.. sorry I just needed to get away I didn’t feel good.” You tried to play it off as something small, but Rotxo knew better than that. Once he was in front of you, he crouched down, eyes still looking over you before looking up at your face. You stared back at him, a look of confusion on your face. This wasn’t something new, he usually stared down at you with such an intense look, you always wondered where his mind went. For someone as innocent as him you wondered if he knew the power that simple look held when he stared at you.

“I... like you a lot. I was coming to ask for your permission to court you.” Rotxo said confidently, pouring out his deepest desire.

You were stunned, quite honestly you were in shock, you let the words sink in before nodding. “I-of course i would love for you to court me.” you stuttered over your words, doing your best to contain your excitement.

“Good. I wish to spend time with you tomorrow just the two of us.” He stated to which you simply nodded. Taking the nod, he quickly got up and hurried out of your home; you watched with a small smile wondering why he hurried away so quickly. You felt giddy, extremely happy that he said something of the sort, your feelings all over the place before you fell back into the bed squealing. You couldn’t wait for the next day to arrive.

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Once morning arrived you wasted no time preparing yourself for the day ahead by clearing your body, wearing your prettiest pearl top and netted loincloth, and even trying a different hairstyle. You wanted to be your best for your date with Rotxo, the thought of being alone with him made you nervous yet needy at the same time.

You knew nothing would happen given his inexperience, but you couldn’t help but let your mind wonder, sadly you didn’t get far when he called your name before entering your home.

“Good morning, are you ready to go?” He asked you while taking his time to look over your appearance. He gulped slightly before looking away, he was feeling himself becoming flush and for a moment his desire to take you grew.

“Yes!” You answered quickly before grabbing your bag and walking over to him. “Where are we going?” You questioned letting your curiosity get the best of you.

“Somewhere special now shush and walk with me.” The slight demand had you listening instantly as you both left your home. The walk to wherever he was leading you was quiet and relaxing, you loved how comfortable you felt in his presence. Rotxo had always been easy to get along with, he was nice and very friendly despite being a hunter. One would think he’d prefer the domestic life a bit more.

“Just a bit more.” He said softly so he didn’t disrupt the vibe.

You let out a small hun as you looked around the small, lush forest area. You always enjoyed the sight of the small forest, the pretty flowers and small animals that roamed around always excited you to no end. Yes, you enjoyed the oceans and its life but the forest was like another world of life hidden away by the trees. After a bit more walking you arrived at a small pond that was surrounded by beautiful and vibrant flowers of all shapes and sizes, your small gasp was all Rotxo needed to know you enjoyed where he had brought you.

Taking a seat near the water you continued to look around, your blue eyes taking in everything before looking at him as he sat beside you. “This is pretty! Thank you for bringing me here, Ro, when did you even have the time to find this place?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment. “One day I was playing on asking you sooner if I could court you, but I wanted it to be special, so I went exploring and I found this place. I’ve always had feeling for you, I was worried you never felt the same especially because I am..” he trailed off.

Your ears perked up as you leaned close, "It's okay. I don't mind." You placed your hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I can... if you'd like. I mean." You mumbled softly.

Blue eyes shifted to meet his gaze, your hand snaking its way up to the crotch of his loincloth. You smiled at the small whimper that escaped his lips, before your hands moved to untie the fabric, you flashed a cheeky grin, those soft blue hues watching his features. You couldn’t help but think he looked so handsome, and you could only imagine the sounds he made.

With his loincloth pulled away completely exposing his semi hard member, you inhaled a deep breath as you let your eyes take him in. You looked up at him waiting for any signs of him wanting you to stop, and once you found none you let your hand graze along his length gently. You had never taken charge like this but the feeling of him stiffening up in your hand made you crave more in a way you never imagined.

It was quite warm, and your thumb began tracing the veins of his length. You watched as he placed his hands on the mossy ground, fingers digging into the ground as he moved, opening his legs a little more to give you easier access to his length.

"You're such a good boy, hm?" You murmured, your gaze averting down to his cock whose head was glossed over in pre-cum. You found pleasure in the way he reacted to your touch as he whimpered a little, squirming just a bit. You leaned down placing a soft kiss to the tip of his member before letting the flat if your tongue lick away at the pre-cum, letting yourself taste him.

He gasped softly above you causing you to squirm as you pressed your thighs together. “Ah, such a sweet soft boy. I’ll make you feel good I promise.” You whispered softly before his tip was engulfed by the heat of your mouth as your lips wrapped around him. He was taken by surprise, his hands leaving the ground to grip at your soft curls.

“W-wait you’ll...” his words were cut off by a small moan as you let your tongue swirl around the top before slowly taking him deeper into your mouth, you were impressed by his size, loving how thick and long he was. You wanted to take your time with him as you moved your head up and down slowly, letting your tongue lick along the length.

Rotxo sat there squirming around and whimpering quietly, his fingers tangling themselves into your hair tugging on it before he pushed your head down causing you to gag a little. The sound has his hips bucking up into your mouth slowly letting know know that whatever bit of control you had is now gone.

“S’good.. your mouth feels... oh fuck...” he moaned.

He began thrusting his hips a bit faster into your mouth, holding your head down as he fucked into your mouth at a steady pace. His head falling back, eyes closed, and lips parted as he let himself finally give into the pleasure he had been missing.

Your nails dug into his thighs, steadying yourself as you relaxed your mouth, letting him slide deeper and deeper hitting the back of your throat with each of his thrusts. You could tell he was close from the way his cock throbbed and the thought alone excited you. You wanted him to fill your mouth with his cum, you wanted to drink up every drop he had to offer.

The sound of his moans and whimpers grew breathless as his thrust began quick and sloppy, you took the initiative. Moving your head up and down quickly swallowing his entire length. The sensation began to much for him and he came with a shout, holding your head down on his cock as his seed shot down your throat. It didn’t give you much time to prepare as your throat was filled, and after a moment you pulled away strings of saliva connecting you to his member. You coughed a little gasping for much needed air as your water eyes found his dazed ones, you smiled shyly.

“Beautiful.” he mumbled; the sight of your drool covered face making him hard once more.

“Next time. there’s so much we can do.” you whispered quietly doing your best to ignore the ache between your legs as you stared at his panting form, chest heaving, cock laying limply against his body.

“You... look handsome.”

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brothermoth · 2 months

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Some of y'all are grown ass fucking adults who didn't pay attention in English class and make it OUR problem now. No, somebody is not a bad person for liking a villain character. Human morality is not black and white like that, and all you are doing is stripping writers of our chance to make you think for once in your goddamn life. Antagonists play a role more than antagonizing. They're meant to tell you something about yourself, about the world, about relationships.

Just because I think a character is interesting will never ever mean I condone or agree with the things they do. It's fiction, in real life I would despise them, but because they're not real I can toy with them in Google docs like a little puppet. This is not the 1600s anymore where you're terrified to make one wrong move lest you be sent straight to hell do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars.

If you're going to be an avid consumer of media, at least learn how to analyze it. Don't be reactionary xitter users, please?

--this is about red dead redemption I'm sorry--

BUT Micah is a bad person. We all agree. We shan't defend the things he does or believes because despite being unfortunately average opinions of the time, his actions do little but hurt the people around him.

YET he's just some guy, at the end of the day. He's a reflection of Arthur, of who he could potentially have been if his father hadn't been hanged and had kept him around. Arthur has the same potential to be Micah as Micah has to be Arthur. Hell, his brother left and started a family, he could've done so as well. The game is about choice. It's about actively choosing to do the right thing, even if the right thing is a bit questionable sometimes. You cannot in good faith aim your staunch moral opinions toward this game. You miss so much nuance and important conversation that the writers wanted you to have. Arthur isn't some golden retriever good boy, he's done terrible things and acknowledges that. He beat a man with a terminal illness to death over like thirty bucks, and he thought nothing of it until he got sick himself. Arthur had his chances to leave too, but he dug his heels in the same as Micah did, he refused to take that opportunity and resigned himself to being a violent arm of the gang.

Kill the puritan worms in your brains guys. Please. Use the thinking meat, that's what it's there for.

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #micah bell #You thought it was a lesson but it's about Micah Bell again

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youarejustintime · 10 months

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Before playing Before the Storm, I honestly didn’t think I would have so many feelings about Rachel Amber but oh boy, here we are.

I just want to start off by saying that I am a Rachel defender through and through. I will die on this hill. Call me Chloe Price because I am president of the Rachel Amber fan club.

The belief that Rachel had no care or compassion for Chloe and was only using her is insane to me. We are talking about a 15 year old girl who feels like she has to be everything for everyone all the time while still maintaining perfect grades and a perfect reputation. She has a broken family with a father who is a master manipulator so of COURSE Rachel knows how to manipulate, it’s all she’s ever learned and she thinks that’s how you have to move through life. Chloe is the first person she’s ever met that she could maybe be real with and she doesn’t know how to handle that emotionally. She does love Chloe, she just doesn’t know how to show it very well because it’s never been demonstrated to her.

When talking about Rachel, I think we need to remember that she is a victim, right up until she was buried, and even during her burial, she was victimized. Even her body could not get the peace it deserved.

Firstly, she was 100% a victim of her family. The mother who was sick and couldn’t recover for her until it was too late, the mother who lived a lie Rachel’s entire life and didn’t have the heart to say anything, the father who demonized a hurt woman and refused to get her help, who kept a part of his daughter away from herself, and who would rather hire a hitman to kill her real mother than actually allow them to meet. Say what you want about him doing what he believed was best, he was still wrong.

She was a victim of Frank. I have a lot of mixed feelings regarding Frank in general, however I do believe that this is another case of Rachel being victimized. I’ve seen a lot of “Why would she cheat on Chloe with Frank?” online and it’s baffling. Are we forgetting that Frank is a fully grown adult who is 13 years her senior? Regardless if they started dating after she turned 18 (which we do not know for sure is the case), he still met AND liked her when she was 15 years old (considering in BtS, if you tell Frank over the phone that you’re helping a friend, he asks if it was your friend from the other night at the mill, and agrees to help only because of her). In the diner during the storm, he does acknowledge that she was too young for him, but that he did genuinely care about her, which I don’t doubt, but the relationship is inappropriate regardless. The relationship also likely started because she was a user and running drugs for him as a means to make money to leave town with Chloe, who he believed was “trying to take her away from him,” a sentiment that is common within grooming.

She was a victim of Jefferson, having been coerced into whatever their relationship was, her feelings for him being self-described as “obsessed”. She never truly loved him, only being manipulated into it because she was young and desperately needed a father figure-esque man to make her feel worth something. All he really was was an adult who wanted to do disgusting things to a child.

And lastly, she was a victim of Nathan, who she gave years of friendship to, but he was so broken and so blinded by pleasing his so-called mentor that he allowed her to die and left her in a junkyard like she was garbage.

Rachel was a just baby who was crying for help ever since she moved to Arcadia Bay, and the only one who could hear her was Chloe. Unfortunately, despite doing everything she could, Chloe was also a child who was dealing with her own trauma. She couldn’t always be at Rachel’s side to protect her, and Rachel was scared to tell her the truth in fear of losing her. No one was able to step in to give Rachel what she needed, and she continued to escalate, lash out, and put herself in more and more danger until it led to her death.

#missed posting this on her birthday but im doin it now!!!#rachel amber #life is strange #life is strange before the storm #before the storm #lis #lis bts #amberprice

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javisjeanjacket · 1 year

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Hard to Find - ( joel miller x reader)

A/N: I didn’t wanna do it to ya, but something about a dirty sweaty emotionally scarred dilf man...I JUST CANT STAY AWAY!! Anyway this is a lot of build-up and backstory laying and in part two there will be less of that, more action and ~drama~. But for now, enjoy :)

also!! I’ve not played the game, i’m only watching the show as it comes out so no spoilers pls!!

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: descriptions of the night of the outbreak (a lady gets bitten, puke is mentioned briefly, blood is mentioned briefly), canon-esque action, feelings of being overwhelmed and anxious are described but not heavily focused on, the relationship with Joel is ~complex~

He remembers you from before. He remembers how easily smiles used to come to you and how kind you always were to Sarah.

You are not like that now.

He’s not like he used to be either.

You were with him when he lost her; you saw the unyielding nothingness infect him and the hopelessness settle into the cracks in his skin. Joel changed after he lost Sarah; he was no longer the hot handy neighbor who helped you hang up your Christmas lights every year. He was barely a functioning human at all.

The past ten years, you had tried to be there for Joel when he needed you. He would spill his guts to you, trembling and crying until he fell asleep with his head in your lap, and then wake up the next morning, make you coffee and pretend like nothing happened. Other nights he would call you, take your hand as soon as you walked in his door, and look at you with big, brown, helpless eyes. You would stroke his cheek or rub your thumb over his and he would lean in for a gentle kiss that lead to the two of you in his bed, his hands worshiping every dip and curve of your body, that then lead to him making you coffee and eventually moving in with him. You knew Sarah, and you had known him, and you were the only part of his old self that he could remember anymore. He refused to call you his partner, but keeping you safe was more important to him than his own life.

You didn't really know why you were doing what you were doing. Picking up ingredients to cook a dinner for a man you adored, who you suspected adored you too, but refused to acknowledge it. Often, you thought of just up and leaving the QZ and Joel behind, heading for anywhere else that people might be, in an effort to stifle how you felt about Joel and to garner enough self respect to stop yourself from letting him use you.

‘But I couldn’t leave him.’ you thought to yourself. ‘Why not?’ You argued. ‘If a better opportunity came along wouldn’t Joel just leave you?’ You bit your lip and tried to focus on the rations you were putting in your pack. ‘It’s not worth thinking about. Not anymore.’

“Get down!” A voice rang out suddenly over the market square.

“Shit!” You cursed and bent down to shield yourself using the vegetable pasta stall.

The sounds of a grenade detonating reverberated off the brick and you braced yourself for impact. Debris violently flew through the square, crashing and bouncing all around you. Brick shot through the pasta stall and broke into smaller pieces when it crashed to the ground before you. You whimpered and closed your eyes. A flash from that night, Joel’s birthday, September 26th 2003, played in your mind.

The movie theater.

Midnight Madness was playing.

Your co-worker came stumbling out of the building, covered in blood.

Your first instinct was to grab Joel’s shoulder and point them out to him, ask him to stop.

Joel didn’t stop for the family with a baby, he wouldn’t stop for a grown adult covered in blood.

Your coworker grabbed a woman fleeing nearby and latched onto the screaming woman’s neck. Her mouth filled with blood and it spilled down her turquoise top. The turquoise was so pretty, you recalled. Accented even more by the crimson of her blood. You rolled down your window and puked out of the side of Tommy’s truck.

You opened your eyes. Dust had settled in your hair and over your skin. The market was in shambles around you and the stall behind you was blown to smithereens. The robot FEDRA installed to run the market booths looked to be beat to hell, which put a smirk on your face. Swallowing against your dry throat, you looked to find a way out of the square and back to Joel’s apartment. You found one and started to move towards the street when you heard the clatter of boots upon pavement, working as one unit. You heard the shift of guns in hands and cursed to yourself.

“Fuck me.”

Your only chance to escape was to wait until the firefight started and then run for it while they’re all focused on each other. You turned instead, to the destroyed robot. You hunkered down behind it and pulled your body as close to yourself as you could, making as small of a target as possible. Moments passed in silence, then some angered shouts of ‘Free Boston now!’, and then the exchanging of shots started. You jumped when the first shot was fired and took that as your cue to make a run for it. Your chest pounded as you ran towards the sidewalk, your pack shook from side to side and your heart felt like it was in your ears. You turned the corner away from the market and a spray of bullets marked where your feet had just been. Your breath stuck in your throat and chills ran over your body. Turning from the fight, you fled towards Joel’s apartment. The streets were abandoned already, people safe in their homes, helpless but to watch the chaos unfold in the city below them.

You came to Joel’s building and twisted your pack around to grab your key from the bag. You hand trembled as you tried to fit it in the lock and you almost left it in the door after you unlocked it. Hurrying up the steps towards the second floor, your lungs seemed to be shrinking. Air couldn’t reach them quick enough and your vision was becoming blurry. You turned the corner on the second floor and almost ran to Joel’s apartment. Pressing your hand to the dingy door, you unlocked the apartment and hurried inside, shutting it tightly behind you. You closed your eyes and let yourself sag against the door. You covered your mouth with your hand as a wild sob climbed up and out of you. Clenching your eyes shut, you sank to your knees and tried to catch your breath, but your chest was heaving too quickly. The world seemed to be spinning around you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Joel’s voice cut through the chaos in your mind.

You felt his big hand, warm and tender on your knee, and sensed him close to you. You opened your eyes to find him bent down next to you, his dark eyes intense and focused solely on yours. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and wrapped your arms around him, tucking your face into his neck and letting your tears fall onto his shirt.

He was tense a moment, then allowed himself to soften for you, his hand snaking under your pack to rub up and down your back. “Tell me what happened.” He whispered.

You tried to force yourself to catch your breath, breathing when Joel breathed and closing your eyes, but the trembling wouldn’t stop. “I’m sorry.” You replied.

He pressed a soft kiss to your hair and then pulled you closer. “It’s okay, just breathe.” He shifted you so that he could lift you up, then carried you both to bed. He laid you down softly and then took your pack for you and hung it on the hook by the door.

You felt emotion well in your eyes so you distracted yourself with taking off your boots. A tear fell onto your laces just as Joel re-appeared in front of you.

“Lay down.” He said, and motioned with his head towards the bed.

You looked up at him, all of you tender and vulnerable and raw, and did as he said.

He reached down and took your boots off for you, placing them one after the other beside the front door as well. You watched him and bit the inside of your lip; did he know he was your whole world? Did he feel how beloved he was?

He took his boots off as well and sat them beside yours, then stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed next to you.

You both turned to face each other once you were safe under the covers and Joel reached for your hand under the sheets. “You okay?”

“I-” You let out a deep breath and tried to keep your breathing steady, “I wanted to make you dinner.”

“You don’t need to do that, darlin’.”

“I know, but I wanted to get us special food to make and-”

“You weren’t there when the square was attacked, were you?!” Joel’s head lifted from the pillow and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He had heard the commotion from the apartment and didn’t think anything of it, you had said you had to work late.

You looked at him with big, watery eyes and nodded yes.

Joel frowned and grumbled deep in his chest. He scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your torso. “I don’t need to tell you that was stupid.”

You slotted your face in just below his chin and pressed your body against his. Breathing was coming easier to you now. “I wasn’t being stupid, it was just a random attack.”

Joel grumbled again and ran his hand up and down over your back. “Still.”

You smiled gently and took in a shuddering breath. “Next time a secret organization launches a random attack, I’ll make sure I know in advance.”

Joel huffed and pressed you closer. “Good.”

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buriednurbckyrd · 1 year

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Nothing Stays the Same Forever: Chapter 2

Y/N was afraid of running into Joel again, but refused to acknowledge that fact even to herself. She wasn’t sure what role he would play in Jackson, and couldn’t know when he would show up at Maria and Tommy’s so she slipped into a routine of avoidance. She saw Ellie a handful of times over the next few weeks. The girl had lost the school argument so she was usually wandering around with some of the other kids her age. Even though she had been welcomed into the fold pretty much immediately Y/N recognized the discomfort in the young girl. The body language was very similar to her own, and she was a grown adult who had lived in Jackson for over a year. But that was another thing she didn’t want to think about too much, so into her mental lockbox it went.

As more time went on the weather started to shift, winter snows gave way to cold rain. The change of temperature made her joints ache, especially the ankle she had badly sprained when her exhausted body had collapsed into the snow before she was rescued. One morning she woke up and found it difficult to move around her little home. Sometimes she wondered if she hadn’t broken the ankle and it hadn’t healed right. Moving slowly, she dressed for the day and began to make her way towards the town center to see if anyone had repairs for her. She glanced over at Joel and Ellie’s house, praying for some reason that he would not see her limping down the road.

“Y/N?” Shit.

“‘Morning, Tommy.” She gritted her teeth into what she hoped was something that resembled a friendly smile. The man jogged over to her and took her arm.

“You alright, darlin’? You look like you’re in pain.” The casual and affectionate pet name usually made her feel warm with happiness, but this morning it sounded like pity and she hated it.

“I’m fine, just the ankle acting up in the cold and wet.” She insisted, pulling away from him.

“If you’re hurtin’ you should stay home and keep your feet up today.” He said gently. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. When she opened them again she turned her face to his and smiled reassuringly.

“It’s okay, I can work.” Tommy frowned and forced her to a stop.

“Y/N.”

“Seriously, Tommy. It’s fine.” He put his hand on her shoulder and looked at her.

“There’s no shame in needing a day off, two even.” She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and it made her want to scream.

“But I don’t need it.” Tommy looked over his shoulder at the house.

“Maria!”

“Goddammit! You don’t need to call her, I’m a grown ass woman!” Panic bloomed in her chest as Maria rushed outside.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your husband is an overbearing mother hen.” Y/N sighed. Maria looked her over and noticed the way she was favoring her right leg.

“Ankle?” She took Y/N’s other arm and began to steer the three of them back towards her house. “I’ll tell the others you won’t be in today.”

“Would you two stop it?” She snapped at them. “I don’t sew with my fucking feet, I can handle a days work.” Maria stopped short and let go of her.

“Okay, take five steps without limping then.” She nodded at Tommy who also stepped back. Y/N groaned and looked at Maria with pleading eyes. The other woman only crossed her arms and tilted her chin up in challenge. Y/N took a deep breath and took a step and the sharp pain that shot up her leg took her breath away. “That’s what I thought. Come on, you need to prop that foot up and stay off it today.” She linked her arm through Y/N’s again. “I got it from here, Tommy.”

“This is ridiculous,” Y/N huffed as Maria led her to the couch inside her home. “I said I’m fine, I said I can work.”

“Do you remember what the doctor told you?” Maria carefully slid a pillow under her foot. “She said you were going to have some bad days even after you recovered. I don’t know if you remember how bad it was when we got you back to Jackson, but I’m the one that found you. The fact that you’re still here is a damn miracle.” Maria stood back with her hands on her hips.

“I just want to be useful.” She said quietly, looking down at her hands. “Everyone’s supposed to contribute.”

“And you do, more than you know.” Maria’s tone softened. “But you can’t help anyone if you don’t take care of yourself. So you’re gonna sit here and read some of these trashy romance paperbacks,” she pulled a few worn books off the nearby shelf and set them next to Y/N. “And take it easy for today.”

“What about you and that baby? Shouldn’t you be taken care of you instead of me?” Maria just laughed.

“Hey I need you in tip top shape so you can return the favor when I get too big to function and Tommy’s getting on my last damn nerve. Didn’t you promise to help me when this little person gets here?” She rubbed her hands over the bump where baby Miller was growing every day. “So rest. And hopefully your pain is better tomorrow and it can be business as usual.”

“I’m sorry, Maria.” Y/N said miserably.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about.” Maria patted her shoulder and started to leave when she paused at the front door. “Well, not in this case. But maybe you can tell me why you’ve been so scarce lately when you come to family dinner tomorrow night.” She glanced back at her and winked. “You can work on your story between now and then. You stay off that leg as much as you can today. I’ll check up on you later.” She was gone before Y/N could respond.

“Fucking hell.” She fell back against the couch and let out a groan of frustration. When she was deemed well enough to live on her own she swore to never become a burden for anyone. She furiously wiped away the tears in her eyes. Before she could sink too deep into the self loathing thoughts she reached over and picked up one of the books. The cover art showed a young buxom woman in the embrace of a rugged looking man. And if she thought that he might have resembled a younger, airbrushed version of Joel… Well that was between her and the worn out pages.

…

She must have fallen asleep at some point. The sound of her door being thrown open and closing hard again jolted her awake and the book that had been held loosely in her hand fell to the floor.

“Y/N?” A voice called out. It was familiar but she couldn’t place it until Ellie’s face looked around the corner. “Maria told me to bring you something to eat.” The teen girl said, holding up what looked like a sandwich wrapped in foil. She sat up and winced at the stiff feeling in her back. Ellie tossed the package on the side table and flopped down in the chair across from her.

“Thanks, Ellie.” Y/N told her and carefully swung her leg down.

“Sure.” She replied, looking around the room. “She said you got a bad leg or something.”

“It’s not a big deal. Maria worries though.” She looked over at the sandwich from the corner of her eye. Her stomach growled quietly, she hadn’t eaten anything yet and it looked like it was between three and four in the afternoon.

“You need help with anything? Sometimes Joel’s back gets all fucked up and I have to do everything for the old man.”

“Maria tell you to ask me?”

“Yeah. But there’s nothin’ better to do.” Ellie said with a shrug. Y/N stood up and tested her ankle. It still ached badly, but the pain wasn’t quite as sharp as it had been that morning. She walked into her small kitchen and took out a glass to have some water. She heard Ellie follow her.

“I’m sure you’d rather go see the horses or hang out with your friends from school.”

“I don’t mind.” Ellie opened and closed cabinets, investigating Y/N’s home. It had been years since she had any sort of one on one interaction with kids and she found herself at a loss. The teen seemed content to just wander around and explore. “I don’t see you around much.” Ellie said in an offhand tone. “You just work and go home.” Y/N wasn’t sure how to respond.

“I eat at the dining hall most days.”

“Not when there’s anybody else in there.”

“It’s… I find it difficult to be around a lot of people.” She sat down at her little table and rubbed at her calf.

“Joel’s like that too.” Ellie helped herself to her own glass of water and Y/N was surprised when she sat down with her. “Maria said you’re coming to dinner tomorrow.” Y/N hid her cringe with a sip of water.

“I suppose I was invited.”

“Are you afraid of me or something?” Ellie burst out, and startled her.

“What? Why would you think that?”

“You keep looking at me like I’m gonna stab you or something!” Y/N unconsciously put her hand over her side where an ugly, jagged scar remained, hidden by her clothes. Ellie threw herself out of the chair and started to pace. “Did Maria tell you about me?”

“Huh? No, she hasn’t said anything to me about you! I’m not afraid of you, Ellie!” She took a deep breath and tried to collect her thoughts. She knew nothing about this girl or what had happened to bring her to Jackson, but something about Ellie’s troubled expression had a crack forming in the walls she had spent twenty years building up around her, “Please sit,” her voice was soft. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Ellie sat again but aimed her eyes at the wall behind Y/N.

“Whatever. I just came by because Maria asked me to.” Y/N sighed.

“Well, that was very nice of you. Thank you.” She gestured at a container on the counter. “There should be some cookies in there if you’d like.” She took another sip of water. “When everything went to shit, I was barely twenty years old and I ended up in the Seattle QZ. I worked in the main FEDRA facility for some of the worst people humanity has ever produced.” Ellie finally met her eyes again. “I spent the majority of two decades surrounded by those people until a friend and I were able to escape. I almost died before Maria found me. That’s the condensed version of my life. I’m not afraid of you, Ellie.” She started to reach her hand out towards the girl but stopped herself and curled her fingers into a fist. “And I don’t care what you had to do to survive out there before you came to Jackson.”

“What happened to your friend?” Ellie asked after a few moments, breaking the silence that hung between them. Y/N felt her blunt fingernails dig into the palm of her hand.

Keep going. Promise me you’ll find it. Promise me.

“She didn’t make it.”

“That fucking sucks.” Ellie turned to glance out the window. Y/N got the impression she was thinking of someone she knew that hadn’t made it either.

“Look, you’re welcome to come here any time.” Y/N told her, surprising herself as much as the girl. “And I promise you I won’t ask questions about you behind your back. Maybe one day you’ll feel like telling me about yourself but if you don’t that’s fine too.” Ellie looked at her thoughtfully, the gears in her head turning.

“Will you let me read those romance books?” Y/N laughed, a real genuine laugh.

“As many as you want, it can be our secret.” She was rewarded with a huge grin.

“Awesome.” She jumped up and put her glass in the sink. “I gotta go. I think they’re showing a movie tonight.” Y/N got up and walked with her to the door. Her ankle throbbed, but she needed to move around after sitting all day.

“Thank you for visiting, you can tell Maria I’m okay and I’ll be at dinner tomorrow night.” She followed Ellie out to the front porch and watched the girl head towards town. Ellie turned and waved, which Y/N returned. The light was starting to fade and the wind had picked up, so she wrapped her arms around herself. There weren’t many people outside in the cold but she was suddenly aware of the feeling of being watched. Looking around, her gaze finally landed on Joel who was standing on his own front porch. His dark eyes watching her, looking through her. Y/N shivered and swallowed hard. She lifted her hand in greeting and quickly ducked back into her house. She leaned against her door, heart beating wildly in her chest. Something about that man made her so nervous. Nervous in a way she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

#Joel x reader #Joel Miller x reader #Joel x plussized!reader #tlou fanfiction #reader insert

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winns-stuff · 2 years

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POLITICS:

Okay I know, first time I’m not speaking on Lore Olympus and you may be wondering what I even have to say about the topic above, let me spoil you a little. I have a lot of shit to say, and I know some people are going to say that I’m too young to have an opinion on certain things like this but I genuinely don’t care because in a few years all of these grown ass adults’ decisions are going to affect me in some way so I feel like I have every fucking right to talk about it.

I wanna talk about the abortion situation, it’s been irking the hell out of me for a really long time and it’s put me under so much stress and just utter panic. It’s so disheartening seeing so many comments being made from pro-lifers mostly because I truly believe that these people have really lost their shit and are literal psychopaths. But most comments I’ve seen from pro-lifers are that “they’re just trying to save our future” or “we just want to preserve life.” What I want to say to that is a massively huge fuck you to everyone who even thinks that. I’ve never been so furious in my entire life, save the fucking future?? I am your future and in fact all of Generation Z is, yet you all have literally neglected us and left us for fucking dead are you serious? I’ve seen so many teens open up about how their parents treat them and how they’ve been abused and neglected by the very adults who swear up and down that all humans deserve to live. I hate all of you for failing us, I hate all of you for forgetting all about us and moving onto the next generation like that’s even going to help, there’s literally no reason for half of the generation to suffer from childhood trauma or just trauma in general and instead of taking responsibility for making our lives miserable and making us like the way we are we all get blamed for it? Not the generation who selfishly brought children into the world just to treat them like literal shit. Not the generation who puts high expectations on their children and pressure them into doing things they don’t want to do. Not the parents who literally threaten to kill and kick their children out for either disagreeing with them or not agreeing with their own child’s identity. I’ve overheard such hatred coming from adults about their children and I’ve seen people my age, older and younger, come out about how deteriorated their mental health is because of their parents. Where are the pro-lifers when young children are being disowned and thrown out by their parents? Where is your rage for how they treated us and continue to treat us? Where is your support? Why don’t you at least try and acknowledge that you fucked us over and left us for fucking dead. And now you wanna sit up there and talk about the new generation like we don’t exist? I have dreams, I have a name, I have a functioning brain, goals, personality, achievements, I have all of it yet a fetus is more important than actually trying to help the kids that suffered from your hands? You’re all a load of absolute shit and I hate your damn guts.

I also wanna talk about how absolutely pathetic it is for the people who want people with uteruses to be “responsible” for their babies and how a lot of people think people with uteruses are “promiscuous” or “whores” just because they want an abortion. First off if you’re going to call anyone irresponsible I’m going to need all the men who left their families or forced people with uteruses to get abortions, cheated on or abused them to stand all the way up. It’s so sick that these people put so much responsibility on people with uteruses when quite literally there has been generations on generations of men who have created broken homes and refuse to even meet their child. I know because I have a biological father that’s never even wanted me to be born, he wanted to abort me because all he wanted out of the relationship was sex. I’m not saying that that’s what all men want obviously pull your head out of your ass, I’m talking about men who are obviously not ready for children laying down with a woman without any sort of protection at all or any care and getting her pregnant. Leaving the woman after he finds that out in the process or even staying with her and making her miserable because he didn’t want the baby to begin with. Shut the fuck up talking about anyone not taking responsibility because certain men have been doing that for centuries, but I never see anyone especially pro-lifers even daring to bring this entire thing up. Like it’s insane to just place all the blame on women when child support literally exists for a fucking reason, this exact reason alone as well! It’s complete bullshit and the dumbest mindset ever.

Something else I wanna talk about is how everyone thinks that all people with uteruses have abortions for one thing and one thing only, they slept around and now they’re using it as a condom. Are you all fucking mental or something how does that even make sense? There are millions on millions of people in the world and you come to the conclusion that all people with uteruses, every single last one of those people, all use abortions like that. I’m so sick and tired of people having this weird hive mentality where if something never happened to you it never happens to anyone, or when something does happen to you (especially something positive) that’s how everyone’s experience is going to be. This is the dumbest way of thinking I can’t even respect that sort of mindset at all, that literally has to be the worst mindset ever. There’s millions of people in the world everyone is not like you we are all different and there’s no way that a minor knows this shit more than half of the adults who think like this. All people with uteruses are not going to have an abortion for the same things stop saying they will it’s so illogical for you to even suggest something like that. Different people with uteruses will have different situations, maybe in some cases they will have similar things in common with these things but it’s just so completely idiotic to say that all people with uteruses are having abortions for the exact same reason. You do not know their reasons, you don’t even know them as a human being it’s like you guys are forming parasocial relationships with these people and you don’t even know their first name! You see how extremely crazy that sounds? It sounds borderline psychotic and it’s not going to do anything to fix the U.S.

Another thing I wanna say, and honestly this is just a personal nitpick but I think it’s completely comical how the conservatives always use those damn “snowflake” roasts on videos discussing actual issues and things that are affecting real people and communities and completely invalidating the importance of all of it yet they sit up and completely ignore the facts about abortions and just allow their emotions to take over the conversations. You always say “facts>>emotions” yet here you are feeling like a woman murdered something that isn’t even considered a human being. A fetus is just a small development and a first stage of a fetus forming into a baby, I can assure you that if you had an abortion or anything the fetuses would not feel anything. Honestly you’re not going to call a seed a flower because it’s still growing and developing into a flower so why are we considering a fetus to be an actual child? And if it was a human being why the hell aren’t we all called fetuses? Why are we called human beings and fetuses go by another name? Or why aren’t they called babies since they already are one? Maybe I’m the crazy one for thinking that but I genuinely do not believe that it’s a baby or a human being yet.

That brings us to our next point, the person’s life. I don’t think too many pro-lifers take into consideration that if the person survives a very painful pregnancy that they’re going to be the one caring for the baby, not you. You don’t even know their situation or anything so if they’re about to be evicted or mentally drained or even on drugs that’s going to affect the baby critically. That baby is not going to have another caretaker unless the family or partner steps up and actually helps out and that’s even if the person even has any of that support with them. How are they going to support a baby if they can’t even support themselves? They’re going to need to buy everything for the baby, do everything for the baby, care for the baby, and etc. They are going to need to be financially stable, physically healthy, and mentally sound enough to even do that and if they can’t what the fuck is going to happen with the baby? Is it going to get a job and work a 9-5 to support itself? No. This is why people decide to have abortions, and no an abortion is not just something that you just think about in 5 seconds and agree to. A lot of people with uteruses take abortions very seriously actually and I can even argue that there are people with uteruses out there that want that baby but based on their current situation they cannot have or support the baby. And I’m so tired of people suggesting foster care or putting it up for adoption, it’s already such a fucked up system and not only that but if every person with a uterus who couldn’t care for their baby followed your genius advice do you really think that the foster cares and adoption centers are gonna have room for all those babies? They’re not if they keep getting filled up, that’s so fucked up for you to even suggest something like that you’d rather the parent give up their baby to foster cares and adoption centers than to just let them get an abortion and better their situation. Babies cost time, money, and your energy in some cases babies should not just be born and thrown in the hands of adoption centers and etc that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

My last and final point about this whole thing is pro-lifers love to say that all human life should be protected and how the fetuses deserve to live yet will bash and harass any member of the LGBTQ+ community or any trans person on any given day. How dare you say that you’re fighting for human life yet you neglect the actual life that exists on our Earth, you’ll turn a blind eye to the many black transgender women who are dying and getting murdered and you’ll probably be happy about that shit too. You would rather wish them all to go to hell then to actually support and be a decent human fucking being. You are not pro-life you are pro-birth, if you do not consider or even acknowledge the countless lives who are being affected by many people who harass and abuse the people from that community you are not pro-life, if you ignore all the black lives being loss you are not pro-life, if you cannot for a split second even care about missing indigenous women and children then you are not pro-life. You are only ever going to be pro-birth and I think it’s disgusting that you fight so hard for the idea of a baby being born yet you don’t think those whose “lifestyles” you don’t agree with matter, or you don’t think certain races should be protected or even thought about when something terrible happens to them in mass waves. You want women to take responsibility for their actions but I really want all pro-lifers to take responsibility in trying to make living on Earth bearable for anyone who’s not them.

#abortion #pro chocie #reproductive choice #reproductive freedom

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puppiekit · 1 year

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You know what seeing my tumblr homies talk about their ocs has really motivated me to do the same. So im going to ramble about the cast of my comic LOL

Firstly, on to the worldbuilding...

The world of my comic takes place in the far future, long after global warming has taken its course and messed up a good chunk of modern society. All of the rich have long fled to Mars, out of attempt to escape the consequences of destroying their home planet.

A few centuries later, however, they realize their attempts at survival are futile and attempt to return back, much to the anger of those who were left behind, and managed to rebuild all on their own. To say the least, their conflict quickly became violent.

To reflect the hard societal reset that happened on Earth, a lot of the setting and technology present is 70s / 80s / 90s inspired, with a fancier polish to reflect their place hundreds of years in the future, of course.

Inspiration...

Now, the world of my comic is inspired by many things!!! To help you gather an idea of what I have in mind, i'll list them here:

Now on to my silly skrunkly characters!!!

This is Laika, weird cat-dog thing, local societal menace, and genuine war criminal. Hes in his 30s, a short king (only around 5'3), and has all the pent up rage and anger to show for it.

In spite of his sad emo childhood backstory, I have crafted him specifically to be the most insufferable (in the most lovable way) character to ever exist on planet earth. Hes cruel, selfish, aggressive, short-tempered, and prone to violence (derives pleasure from the harm and vulnerability of others, really). He has 0 self awareness and loves to play the victim in every given scenario.

To put it in simple terms, he never mentally developed beyond his traumatized childhood self. Hes under a constant state of survival and self-preservation.

Now in his adult years, he works for the government to develop nuclear weapons. Despite his shitty attitude, he is incredibly smart, especially in regards to science / physics. Still, however, I think it is a rather dumb move on the governments part to hand a ticking time-bomb like him literal nukes. Might just be me, though!

These are Laikas coworkers. They do not have any individual references just yet, so sadly I must rant about them together based off of this puny sketch!

Goose:

Albino raccoon , he/they , Lead Engineer for the Government war effort. Also... Laikas ex! Awkward! This fool is 6ft+ and a walking brick wall of flesh and muscle, but lacks the self awareness necessary to come off as anything beyond mildly intimidating. He comes from a long line of Aviators, Engineers, and Pilots, birthing his life-long fixation on the subject.

Goose is air-headed, and endearing to those who only know him by passing. But in reality hes equally as insufferable as Laika. He's selfish, egotistical, and has a multitude of narcissistic tenancies. He will find any reason at all to passively-aggressively drag others down in meaningless, petty ways, just to make him feel better about himself. His tendency to place himself on a pedestal is almost entirely fueled by insecurities he refuses to acknowledge, which directly bounces off of Laikas hate-fueled enjoyment of picking at others.

He and Laika were childhood best-friends, High-School sweethearts, and lifelong partners... Before they both reunited after Laikas time on the battlefield, however, and realized they had both grown into something they can no longer tolerate. And yet their burning hatred has circled back around into some weird, toxic form of passionate love... Still hooking up and all over eachother, same as before!

Paradox:

Weird coyote thing, they/them, late 30s / early 40s ... Develops chemical weapons for the Government. VERY passionate about their work. Super into conspiracies. This scrawny canine is simply unhinged, to be totally honest. They couldn't be bothered to open up about their family or past, leaving their peers to wonder how exactly they became the way they did.

All that is known is that Paradox's chemical burns... Are most certainly caused from some past self experimentation. (They 100% DIY'd their own top surgery btw. They are indeed that genre of Transgender Scientist). Like the rest of the cast, Paradox is an ass, in one way or another. They lack total care of empathy for others. They have, and will, throw a baby in an incinerator for science.

Paradox lives in the basement of their workplace, pretty much, spending the good majority of their days working away at new weapons, committing unethical science experiments on Prisoners of War, or trying to frantically piece together proof that the moon landing was fake. (yes, even despite the fact that their entire War effort... IS IN SPACE). They are simultaneously stupid and genius, which is why I adore them.

Juno:

Borzoi / Afghan-Hound , she/her , 50s. A lot of people who see this woman call her... a MILF. And perhaps she is. But she is a very EVIL one. Your time with her will not be enjoyable brother. Besides, shes married, unfortunately for her husband. Juno develops Biological weapons for the Government. She was once a Biology teacher for a local Middle School, but lost her job after fighting a student.

Juno is ... A Karen. Mean, selfish, overtly-controlling, and will never pass up an opportunity to complain or jab at those she views beneath her (which is everybody ever, to be honest). If you ever see somebody yelling at a minimum wage worker for something stupid, that is her. If you've ever had to deal with a nosy, bitchy coworker, that is her.

Juno is very spiritual (the embodiment of those christian girls on Instagram who spew out bigotry with sweet bible quotes in her bio), she very much believes in the whole 'this crystal will ward off evil energy' thing. Shes also a vegan, and views feral animals as above society as a whole. She views her fellow man as pests, leeches on the Earth, who are cruel to the innocent animals that inhabit it.

She derives pleasure from using her live for biology as a means for harming/killing her fellow man, and usually in the most unethical ways possible. She has planted Termites in the homes of many of her enemies.

To make a long story short... This entire comic is about assholes living the most painful inconvenienced lives ever possible. It is hilarious. You should ask me about them btw pspspsps come here pspsps

#art #doodle #oc #original art #original character #canine #feline #anthro #transgender #nonbinary #ramble #long post #story #wip #ask me about them pls #puppiekit nation

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Miraculous Ladybug x Hell's Belles Fanfiction Part 2

Chat: So, I can talk to any of the previous Black Cat Miraculous Holders?

Ladybug: Yep, that's the purpose of the Kwagatama. Tikki explained it to me after I asked what she gave me for my birthday.

Chat: It wasn't even my birthday, Plagg just regurgitated it onto me and I've worn it ever since. I thought it was just like a memorable gift.

Ladybug: Well, you're kind of right in a sense. Just take this seal, touch the end of the Kwagatama to it, and say 'Reunion'. Then, pick which one you want to talk to. I've also been made aware that previous Holders can contact you from the Afterlife if your Kwagatama pulses. Just do the same thing, only in that case, it'll be like answering the phone.

Meanwhile, In the Afterlife...

Hippolyta: So, Joan, how was our newest comrade?

Joan: She's courageous and humble. Refused to acknowledge her bravery and heroism. She's probably already on her way to explain the Kwagatama to her Black Cat Holder. They move quickly. I reassured her that we were all behind her. Also, that I was aware that the enemy that caused her the most pain as of yet is currently in the Afterlife and that we'd see to him, just like we do each other's enemies. Her (makes air quotes) 'Monarch'. A fully grown Butterfly Miraculous Holder using his for evil and battling against--and repeatedly losing to--two barely teenagers who hadn't become old enough to gain their adult powers.

Grimalkin: Wait, you mean...he's here?

Joan: More specifically, in Hell for his many crimes, but yes. They even constructed what they call a 'pocket dimension' for him on the worst punishment level there is, or so I'm told. I was just about to go down after our check-in, since he knows that she and I have spoken at least once. More importantly, now we know that the Kwagatama works both ways, if you wish to speak to the current Holder of your Miraculous in the land of the living, that is.

Cleopatra: You can?

Joan: Indeed. Grimalkin, you may want to contact your newest Black Cat Holder.

#hellp desk #lily #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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hello-nichya-here · 2 years

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Understanding Azula

what do you think drove Azula to come up with the idea of burning the earth kingdom (or the whole world exept fire nation I think?..) to the ground? why wasn’t subduing the world enough for her? like I try my best to understand her here and the best thing I can think of is that ‘if the world doesn’t acknowledge us, The Fire Nation, the greatest civilization in history and accept our greatness, then there’s no point in keeping you filth on this earth we share as you’re only drowning everyone in your misery.

Ugh, that was cringe and probably not the reason behind this. But there’s no way she proposed to do such vast change just to please her dad for the millionth, that’s just not all there is to her character. All I know is that The Fire Nation’s toxic propaganda on which she was brough up really fucked up Azula’s mind and perception of the world and since she’s trying to be perfect and to better everything, she took that 'sharing our greatness with the world’ thing to a whole new level to which Ozai, of course, agreed. She obviously thought hard about what she was taught in school, by the enviroment and by her father and so that’s how she came to such idea. But I’d like to hear your thoughts on this too. Thank you for your time

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Let’s take a look at how firebenders behave in the show and see if you notice a pattern that I like to call “The Fire Nation/Firebending Problem”

On the very first episode, Zuko threatens to burn what is left of Katara and Sokka’s village if Aang refuses to surrender. We also find out that every air-nomad except for Aang has been killed by the Fire Nation.

01x03 introduces the audience to the concept of Agni Kais - firebending duels that traditionally end with the winner burning the loser. We also learn that is completely acceptable for a 16-year-old to be involved in these duels, even if his opponent is a fully grown adult. 01x03 confirms that even 13-year-olds are allowed to fight in these duels, including against grown ass adults, even if said adult is their parent, and said parent will not be punished in any way for using fire to disfigure their own child who merely spoke out of turn to defend the soldiers of it’s own nation.

01x04 has Zuko burning Suki’s village while he’s looking for the Avatar. If Aang

01x06 shows us that the Fire Nation has burned down an entire forest - one that was protected by a spirit, meaning any kind of sacred ground likely doesn’t mean shit to them.

01x16 introduces us to Jeong-Jeong, a firebender who used to be in the Fire Nation’s army, but left after a traumatic event in which he lost control and it led to someone getting hurt or killed. He warns Aang, who has nothing to do with the Fire Nation’s current culture of war and destruction, that fire consumes everything. Aang then gets impatient during training, loses control, burns Katara’s hands, and then vows to never firebend again. He then manages to make Zhao lose control and accidentally destroy his own boats during a fight.

The first season’s finale has Zhao trying to kill both the moon and the ocean spirits - even though said spirits are obviously very powerful and pissing them off is not the brightest of ideas when you live in a fucking archipelago! When the news of this incident reaches the Fire Nation, Iroh is considered a traitor for fighting alongside “the enemy”, even though it was obviously a necessary, temporary alliance that likely prevented the Fire Nation from being ruined for good. There is never any indication that anyone in the palace or in the country thought Zhao was insane or stupid for what was basically a suicidal move not just for himself, but for the entire nation. This episode also has Zuko’s dumbest move ever: capturing Aang despite having nowhere to go, and fighting a waterbender in the snow, at night, during the full moon.

On her introduction scene during the first episode of season 2, Azula decides to basically ignore a completely reasonable warning to not go against the tides - which is a reckless, dangerous, and stupid move for a character that will prove to usually be very careful, smart, logical and a perfectionist to an unhealthy degree. The fact that she is on a super important mission that her father (and ruler) personally chose her to lead completely clouds her judgement.

02x07 has Iroh jokingly saying he will burn Ba Sing Se to the ground once he conquers it, yet the possibility of it actually happening is very real considering, well *gestures broadly at the entire show*. We also see Azula putting an apple on Mai’s head and setting it on fire, which could have hurt her as a prank (that Ty Lee thinks is hilarious), and she says very disturbing things about how her grandpa will die soon and how her uncle is weak for falling apart after his son died - she quite clearly heard those things from her father, and believes them to be completely normal. Finally, we have Ozai asking his father to make him the heir that Iroh lost his son, and Azulon decides that the only fair punishment is to force Ozai to kill Zuko, aka his own son.

02x09 has Zuko failing to generate lightning due to his own emotional turmoil, and so being taught to redirect it instead. He is outraged that his uncle won’t shoot lightning at him, goes up on a mountain during a storm and screaming at the universe to see if he can get hit. He does not understand how INSANE that is.

02x17 has Zuko being reckless once again and trying to steal Appa to lure Aang to him, even though he will have no way of hiding a giant flying bison. Iroh talks him out of it and finally questioning if his destiny really is what he thought it was, and the very next episode shows us that this was enough to make him physically ill.

The season 2 finale has Azula saying that likes the Dai Li because, and I quote, “They have a killer-instinct that is so firebending”

03x02 shows us that Fire Nation school books don’t teach what actually happened to the Air-Nomads (a genocide against pacifist groups that happened through ambush) and instead make it look more a “fair” conflict in which their nation was victorious. We also see that they are erasing parts of their own culture, like traditional dances. The next episode shows us a Fire Nation city (that was protected by a spirit) was destroyed, this time through the polution instead of by fire.

03x05 shows us our favorite problematic teens turning a beach game into a war (with an explosion and all) and destroying somebody’s house because they couldn’t deal with their own issues.

03x06 finally explains how the war started: Fire Lord Sozin wanted to “share” his nation’s glory with the rest of the world, and started invading cities and killing people when they didn’t accept to be ruled by him, murdering his best friend, and eventually commiting a genocide in an attempt to kill the new Avatar. We also find out that Zuko, the goddamn prince, doesn’t know that he and his sister are descendents of Avatar Roku, and there’s nothing to indicate that Azula has even the slightest clue about it either.

03x09 has a war meeting happening, but we don’t find out until the finale that the Fire Nation is having trouble controling the Earth Kingdom. Zuko says the Earth Kingdom won’t stop fighting as long as they have hope, and so Azula says they should take their hope and what’s LEFT of their land and burn it to ground (obviously a fuck ton of damage was done during a century of war) and Ozai says he will rule EVERYTHING once a new WORLD rises from the ASHES.

03x12 has Zuko accidentally burning Toph’s feet, and his vow to be more careful so he won’t unintenitonally hurt someone is what convinces Aang to let him be his firebending teacher.

03x13 shows us that Zuko can no longer firebend because his power was driven by anger and he no longer wants to rely on it,��the Fire Nation killed all the dragons (except two that Iroh had to lie about to protect), and when Aang and Zuko meet the masters, it is very clear that if they fail their task they will be burned alive by the dragons, because while fire doesn’t have to be just death and it destruction, those things are still a key part of that element.

03x15 shows us the warden of the boiling rock choosing an incredibly painful death over being seen as a failure. We also see Azula lose control of her temper and impulsively get on a fight for the first time after her friends “betray” her - she will only get more and more impulsive as her sanity/emotional stability deteoriates.

In the finale Iroh essentially tells Zuko he has to kill his own sister (while refusing to kill Ozai because it’d make him look bad) and that Aang would have to kill Ozai - the episode ends with both still alive and defeated through other means. Ozai, who declared himself the Phoenix King (as in, the one that rises from the ashes), tries and fails to burn all of the Earth Kingdom, and quite clearly would have rathered die than to lose power.

What Azula said on that war meeting was terrible. It was also perfectly understandable considering the fatal flaw of every firebender (including good guy, funny uncle, Holier-Than-Thou Iroh), what was expected of her by her father, what was expected of a Fire Nation princess AND warrior, and a natural consequence being raised in a nation that is focusing on winning every single time, through whatever means necessary, no matter the coast or how counter-productive the methods can be, and that then lies to hide it’s own fuck ups.

Azula isn’t “the odd one out”, she’s the norm and a literal child soldier repeating the insanity she was groomed to believe was normal. This plan was basically an announced tragedy from the moment that Sozin decided to start the war.

(Plus, there’s the added possible reason that she went for the most aggressive “solution” imaginable and that Ozai or one of his man would likely already be considering to cover up for the fact that her dumbass of a brother just praised the enemy in front of everyone)

#submission #azula meta #actual child soldier azula #actual human child azula #azula deserved better #fire nation fuckery #fire nation royal family

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shadeswift99 · 2 years

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Is this what the kids are calling a character study? I don’t know, but I sure am having a lot of thoughts about fWhip’s Empires character and I wanted to make myself Feel Things about it so here ya go (pre- dragon fight, I’m not caught up yet)

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The wizard's brother does not love war.

You wouldn't know it, to look at him. If you are a citizen of his lands you rise and rest to the sound of explosives tested in the outer planes, each new innovation more deadly than the last. If you are a citizen of any other empire, you overhear the gossip at the change of guard shifts about the crazed Count and what devastation he might bring about the next time he grows bored. And it's true - the Grimlands is at war more often than not, and the wizard's brother thrives in the smoke and ash of a burning field.

But she knows him. And he does not love war.

What the wizard's brother loves is chaos. It's the catch of breath that rings in the newly discovered, it's the thrill of something fresh and foreign, it's the adrenaline of a situation that you don't quite yet know how you're going to survive but that when you do you'll laugh and sprint away and leave with a story to tell. That's the thing he loves. Not war. Not death.

But in a world like theirs...when baking soda and bottle rockets lose their shine, when the sticks and stones turn to leather and steel and the dirt-smudged joy of childhood starts to fit too snug for comfort, War creeps up to look over your shoulder at the workbench and begin to guide your hand. There are few other sources in the realm of adult responsibility for the chaos the wizard's brother is so fond of; and War, in turn, will always accept a new resource. Their dance was an inevitability, she knows. She grew up with him, was trained alongside him to rise to their future as young rulers in an ever-shifting landscape of ever-mounting pressures. She could see the change.

She could see it in herself, too.

The wizard keeps war on the furthest shelf of her enchantment library, but still, it takes its place. A fireball can only be cast so many times as "practice" before it must be acknowledged that the definition of practice is preparation for something further.

And yet, she leans away. Some loves are not worth the price of indulging.

Some are too strong not to.

The wizards brother is now grown. She watches him dance around diplomacy, always in the corner of her eye at the summits and councils they must now attend as the sole representatives of their own separate lands. She negotiates trade deals with a practiced smile - a bit calculating, a bit disarming, but wise enough that neither are noticed - and she sees the way he moves beside her through the crowd, the way he does not see how the crowd moves away from him. He projects the confidence of a man who believes he loves something he does not. The other rulers need no convincing.

He is hated by the swamp and the ocean. He is regarded with suspicion by Rivendell and Mesalia. He is loved by Mythland, for all the wrong reasons. The Pixandrian king avoids him, but he is never free of witness by those eyes and the god that pools in shadow behind them. The wizard wonders what the desert's Vigil thinks of her brother, he who so often is the cause for its expansion. Does it love him for it? Does it hate him, in its own quiet, unknowable way? Its magic is not of a kind she calls home. Maybe she will never know.

Does it worry for him?

She worries for him.

The wizard's brother does not love war. She can see it in his eyes as she pulls the bandages tight across his skin, something sharp behind the pain. He went too far this time. He knows it. She pours another potion across another wound and pretends that by refusing to name the fear in his eyes it might yet prove to be regret instead. He accepts her help, stays as still as he can, and says that he is sorry. She bites her lip against the urge to demand he give his apology a target.

It wouldn't be fair, to ask what he is sorry for, when she couldn't reply if he asked her the same.

#fWhip #geminitay #empires smp #shade writes #low effort maybe but this is all I've been able to think about #ever since those three episodes where fWhip made 'peace' with Jimmy #and then spent Exactly One Episode just quietly losing his mind because he didn't know what to do with himself in peacetime #before immediately starting the war back up again the episode after #but the whole time he NEVER actually talked about the war...all he did was talk about how he missed blowing stuff up...#and just. the way he's so enthusiastic about all that but still plays the voice of reason for Sausage when they're alone #and that fight he had with jimmy and lizzie and scott and sausage and all them #how obviously thrilled he was to be in the thick of it and running around dodging arrows and returning blows #but then how badly he felt when Joel died in the crossfire without ever being involved #I just #cannot stop thinking about fWhip as an up and coming tinkerer in the wrong time in the wrong place #in a country that can't afford to spend resources on innovation apart from offense and defense #learning that the logical progression of the craft that he loved was in bows and blades and bombs and thinking that must mean he loves war #and finding success there and being valuable there and learning to equate invention with destruction and responsibility with violence #because that's what's expected of him #and while Gem looks on and watches him grow up too fast and not at all and watches herself do the same #I just...aaaaaa #I just think it fits him really well and I can so see the progression of how this would happen #I love to think about the setting and culture of empires and how stuff got to be the way it was and combining that with Character Feelings #11/10

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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HF for how Tommy feels on his daughters wedding day please

first half is headcanons and the second half is a lil blurb!

tommy is quite literally distraught

like that’s no exaggeration he is literally heart broken

his baby, his whole world was getting married

for the past 20 years, you had been tommy shelby’s whole world

you were born when tommy was only 17

not even an adult yet himself

so it felt as though you had been with him most of his life

it had kind of just been you and him, in a sense

of course there was the rest of the clan too, and you were incredibly close to them as well

but your mother died in childbirth, so tommy was both mum and dad

he had to do it all alone in that sense

everyone tells him he should be so proud of how he raised you

because you’re sweet and kind

and you have that humour that the war took from tommy

you made people laugh like he had

and you were really the only person that could make him laugh

you were strong, like your mother tommy had always said

but you credit everything you are to him

he was the first man to love you, and teach you how you should be loved

he also taught you how you should be treated, generally a lot better than the average father would

tommy made sure that his daughter would be treated like a queen

you were his princess

so whomever you were to marry, you would be treated as their queen

he made absolutely sure of that

and that marrying was your choice

not something you were coerced into for money or business, but something you wanted

and it was

with a man who you had loved since 16

tommy liked him as much as he could like the man that was going to be taking his baby girls hand and changing her name

the thought of you not being (y/n) shelby, tommy shelby’s little princess, was earth shattering to him

although you had insisted you were keeping it in the middle

alas, tommy knew you were so loved by that man

be that as it may, all parties knew if he stepped a foot out of line or raised a finger in anything but gentility and love

then he would be struck down in a timely and violent fashion by tommy himself

tommy definitely cries that day too

“Tommy?” Grace’s voice immediately draws his attention towards her and away from his thoughts about the impending fact his little girl was getting married in half an hour. His eyes are that kind of wet that shows he’s fighting tears, that he won’t dare let them fall. Grace can see the lump he tries to swallow in his throat and a piece of her heart breaks for him as she sits down on the bench next to him outside the hall where the ceremony would take place. You were inside getting the dress on and getting your hair done with Polly and Ada and previously Grace before she had come out to see if her husband was okay.

He was not.

“Oh Tommy,” Her voice is so soft and caring as she wraps her arm around him and rubs his shoulder, hugging him to her slightly. “She looks so beautiful Tom, and god she’s so happy; can’t stop smiling at all. She still has that smile you talk about, the innocent one and it looks just like yours does sometimes.” Tommy clenches his jaw tightly, still refusing to let those tears go. She sees him clamp down his teeth over his bottom lip to stop it trembling. “It’s alright Tommy, this is good. She’s in love with a man who loves her so much. Almost as much as you do.”

Tommy shakes his head at that, one hand on his knee to brace himself as he tries to speak. “Not possible.” He snips, “And i loved her first.”

His voice breaks on that. The lip finally trembles and he hangs his head with a sharp inhale to let free that shoulder shaking sob. “She was my little baby. How is that my little girl in there? She used to-” Tommy had to pause again, roughly wiping his hand over his face to clear away the tears as he looks up at Grace, “She used to be this big,” he gestures with his hands in a way that she imagined was meant to be him cradling a baby. His voice sounds drastically different than she’s used to because it’s clouded by his tears and his agony.

“She used to ask me to brush her teeth and comb her hair and lift her up to wash her hands,” he bleats, images flashing through his mind of that short little girl who couldn’t reach the bathroom sink. He sees the little girl who stood on top of the toilet so he could brush those teeth and he can see the smile that little girl gave him all those nights when he asked to see to make sure he had brushed them right. “She used to climb into my bed every morning and she used to save up her tooth fairy money to buy us all gifts. She’d save food from her dinner for the dogs on the street and i swear on my life i don’t know how to live without her being my baby girl, Grace.” Tears continue to stream down his cheeks as Grace notices the black and white photograph that looked truly as though it had been through the war; as it had. it was stained and slightly run and it was crumpled. A little girl with a toothless grin and Tommy Shelby’s eyes, even with the lack of colour to the old photograph.

“It’s alright Tommy,” Grace hums, rubbing her husbands back soothingly, “She’s your little girl, she always will be.” She knew there was really nothing else she could say that would ease his pain. There was nothing anyone could do or say that would send you back to the little girl he would could throw over his shoulder and run around the house with. There was nothing that could ease the pain of a fathers aching heart when his baby girl becomes a woman who doesn’t need him like she used to.

“Thomas?”

He and Grace look up at Polly. The look in her eyes speaks for her . “She’s ready?” Tommy asks, prompting his aunt to nod her head with a smile. “Come on then, Tom!” Arthur calls from the grand doorway at the top of the steps to the hall. When Tommy and Grace reach him, Arthur wraps his arm roughly around his brothers shoulder and pulls Tommy into him. “Baby (y/n) getting fuckin’ married eh? Can’t fuckin’ believes she’s this fuckin grown up.” He shakes his head, taking his arm away from his brother when they reach the door of the dressing room where you were waiting. “Beautiful she is, Tom.” Arthur says, “Looks just like mum. In you go.” He ushers his younger brother in that door.

Nobody sees Tommy Shelby quite like you do, and he’s happy for it to stay that way. He’s known it since you were a tiny little girl wrapped up in his arms. He doesn't love anyone like he loves you, so it makes full sense that you are the only person in the world who he allows his vulnerability to fully leak through with. Although, he probably couldn't prevent it even if he tried.

Maybe that’s why he doesn't fight so hard to keep his eyes from welling up when he sees you standing there looking in the mirror, donned in the most beautiful white wedding gown that he’s ever seen. Placed in his hand is the stunning light veil that he had picked out for you. The headband was something like a tiara, because you were his princess and he truly believed that everything you had should be the best the world could offer. The dress too had been extortionate and you would never have gotten it had you known the price it had come to, but Tommy had never allowed you to know. He simply had the designers bring an array of dresses to his estate where you tried them all on with Polly, Ada, Lizzie, Grace, Linda and Esme to comment and complement each dress, as well ad aide you on picking the one that suited you the most with cost never a mention. Tommy had preached he ‘no expense spared’ approach the whole way through the planning of the wedding and any timenhe caught you trying to cut or manage costs, he simply shut you down and enforced the rule that the wedding planner was no longer allowed to discuss prices with you.

He had truly created the most fantastical day for you, and he would have spent every single penny that he had if it meant giving you the most beautiful start to a new life that he could give.

You had wanted him to be the one to place that veil on your head with the guidance of your hair dresser to ensure he didn't mess up the design of your hair. He had been the one to place little plastic tiaras on your head when you were merely a little girl who wanted to play princess dress up. He used to be the one to comb back your hair and twirl you around that Watery Lane kitchen with Arthur did the same with Ada and Polly laughed heartily from her seat at the table.

It felt right to have him put a tiara on you one last time as baby Shelby.

“You’re beautiful.” He breathes, his lips stretching into a wide and incredibly proud smile. “So, so very beautiful my darling.” Your cheeks blush ever so slightly and you lean over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, dad.”

He wants to hug you tightly and never let you go. He wants to will and wish you back to the little girl that he used to twirl around all afternoon. He missed that little girl so much. He had so much love in his heart for you, so much that it overwhelmed him every time he had tried to acknowledge it over the course of your life.

“I love you.” he says, his shaky voice conveying how much he actually means those words. “So much more than you can ever know. I’m going to miss you so much.”

You breathe a short laugh, shaking your head at him. “I’m not going anywhere, dad. I’ll still be seeing you all the time. I’ll just have a different name.” You hold his hand tightly in yours as he leads you out of the dressing room and into the hall towards the large double doors that would take you to the isle.

“Mhm,” he hums, “I suppose. You’ll understand what I mean someday. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“You two ready to go?” The wedding planner asks, watching as you turn to Tommy somewhat excitedly and nod. “You ready dad?” You ask, giving his had a reassuring squeeze. He sighs heavily, but nods his head too, removing his hand from yours and moving his arm so that you can link yours through his. His play on his mind before he says them, a small smile too playing on his lips as the nickname that he used to call you runs through his memory.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, my little love.”

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby x sister reader #tommy shelby x sister!reader #shelby sister #shelby sister reader #shelby!reader

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kaeyasaki · 3 years

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📹 — :; “face-to-face” GQ interview

-> inspired by the “face-to-face, A$AP rocky answers 18 from rihanna | GQ interview”, except i make the questions a little more personal because i don’t think anyone cares what gojo’s ‘fav curse word is’

-> ft :; gojo satoru

-> interview writing layout heavily inspired by @rintaroll

y/n: hey GQ! i’m here to do face-to-face with my co worker, gojo!

gojo: coworker? is that all i am to you?

y/n: be grateful i even acknowledged you.

gojo: you wound me.

y/n: yet you’re still smiling.

gojo flashes a playful frown to the camera as y/n roll their eyes before pulling out a stack on cards.

y/n: so first question, what’s the hardest part about working with me?

gojo: everything.

y/n: i’m serious.

gojo: and so am i, you make it hard for me to work with you because we never get anything done.

y/n: don’t make it sound like it’s my fault! we never get anything done because you get too distracted and drag me into it!

gojo: maybe you should discipline me more...

he teases and sends you a wink to which you dismiss quickly.

y/n: you’re a grown man, you shouldn’t need me to discipline you.

gojo: what if i want you to?

y/n: would you just answer the question seriously or i’ll really start to think you don’t think we work well together!

gojo: okay, i was kidding... you’re actually a pretty good teammate when we’re sent on missions together, i have fun with you... maybe a little too much fun...

y/n: don’t give them the wrong idea we’re nothing like that!

you cringe at him as he laughs before the camera cuts moving onto the next question

y/n: okay, second question, answer seriously from now on, got it?

gojo: anything for you~

y/n: you disgust me... anyway, how well would you say you take care of yourself?

gojo: you mean like... self care wise?

y/n: yeah, like self care!

gojo: hmm well, i’d say i take care of myself pretty well, after all, pampered men are attractive men right?

y/n: i mean sure, i think it’s attractive when a man takes care of himself but if that mans you... maybe not so much.

gojo: you don’t mean that! you must be somewhat attracted to me.

y/n: can’t say i am no.

gojo: lying is a sin you know.

y/n: you’re totally straying away from my initial question.

you groan and face the camera and gojo tilts his head and laughs.

gojo: sorry, well, i’d say i clearly look after myself very well which should be to your liking.

y/n: you’ll never be to my liking, but it’s nice to hear you take care of yourself well and that you’re not just an annoying man, but rather an annoying but hygienic man.

gojo: you’re so horrible to m-

the camera cuts as you start laughing and gojo starts whining.

y/n: we’re getting through these quickly now let’s keep it that way.

gojo: you know, we’d be half done by now if you stopped insulting me every chance you get.

y/n: i’m the quizzer, you’re the answerer, you answer when spoken to.

gojo turns to face the grinning camera crew behind the cameras on set.

gojo: now do you see what i have to put up with! i’m a victim i’m telling you!

camera man: no no, keep it up, you guys have nice chemistry

y/n: chemistry? not to be rude but you must’ve failed science, the only clear dialogue between us is practically conversation between an adult and child.

the camera crew laugh and gojo feigns offence before you clear your throat and look at the next card.

y/n: anyways, when was the first time you were majorly recognised as ‘famous’?

gojo: ah, a long time ago i need to think, give me a sec.

you pretend to yawn as gojo thinks about his answer before smiling at you.

gojo: my second year i think. that’s when i really started getting noticed for my talent.

y/n: practically a star since birth i see, how do you do it?

gojo laughs at your sarcasm as you grin back, evenly matched banter between the two of you flowing on set.

gojo: i’m handsome and gifted, i was made for this kinda life, it all comes naturally to me.

y/n: you know what doesn’t come naturally to you though?

gojo: hm?

y/n: that dress sense.

gojo: what’s wrong with my outfit?

y/n: bland, basic, and the way you chose itadori’s uniform was just straight up ugly!

gojo: he liked it!

y/n: the poor boy probably didn’t have the heart to express his disgust to your face.

gojo: well, until he does i’m gonna believe he likes it and my dress sense is more than up to standard.

y/n: if that’s what helps you sleep at night i guess...

the camera cuts with the two of you playfully bickering with each other, any previous speculation of hostility now gone as it’s clear for watchers to see just how your dynamic together works.

y/n: question four! what’s the first thing you notice in a person?

gojo: in general or when analysing to an extent?

y/n: in generals fine.

gojo: hm i would say looks, but i don’t wanna look too shallow on camera.

y/n: they would’ve just recorded you saying that. don’t be shocked if you’re trending on twitter later for it.

gojo: it’s fine, as long as i’m trending who cares what it’s about.

y/n: i can see the headlines already... ‘gojo satoru, top sorcerer, favoured teacher at jujutsu high and big narcissist’

you smile smugly at the man as he laughs along with you with the camera crew from behind.

gojo: yeah yeah whatever you say, but if i had to answer honestly, i’d say what energy they give off. i don’t let it bother me too much, but i’d say i’m pretty good at judging what someone’s like based off of what energy they’re giving out.

y/n: i’m shocked, that’s a pretty good answer... for you anyway.

gojo: i try my best for you.

y/n: mhm sure, keep that attitude next time we’re working together and maybe we’ll finish jobs quicker.

gojo snickers and smiles gently at you, his direction is no longer faced towards the camera, but rather solely directed at you as you clear your throat.

y/n: yeah anyway, good answer. that might just get you uncancelled.

gojo: i haven’t even been cancelled yet don’t speak it into existence!

y/n: i’ll ‘try my best for you’

you’re both smiling softly at each other after you mock one of gojo’s previous replies, there’s no speech cut off as a comfortable silence rests for a moment as the scene cuts.

y/n: okay, i want genuine answers only.

gojo: that’s what i’ve been giving you from the start!

you jokingly narrow your eyes at him before looking down at the next card.

y/n: well okay then, so, what was the first thing you noticed about me when we first met?

gojo: unusually bold question from you.

y/n: just shut up and answer, i was recommended to ask this.

gojo: sure, sure.

y/n: would you please just answer so we can get this over with?

gojo sighs dramatically and sits up properly and nods.

gojo: naturally, for anyone else i would say energy but for you, ah, i think it was your pretty face.

y/n: shut up, i said genuine answers only.

gojo: i am being genuine! aren’t i allowed to call you pretty?

y/n: you aren’t allowed to answer falsely, serious answers please.

gojo: you make me sound like i’m down bad, honestly, you’re very attractive to me, your energy was just a bonus, i’m serious, stop doubting yourself so much.

he smiles your way, not playfully nor forced, it’s a soft and genuine smile to calm your nerves, it’s a sign of truthfulness on his end. before you answer he clears his throat, slight hurry in his voice.

gojo: -of course, we were younger back then, since then you’ve gotten wrinkles and is that a few grey hairs i see? you also slouch-

y/n: -okay okay you can stop!

the two of you laugh as you gently kick his chair, the fact you’re being recorded and being watched by a whole camera crew totally forgotten about.

y/n: okay, last question finally!

gojo: admit you had fun with me.

y/n: i see you everyday, today was nothing special.

gojo: you wouldn’t say we’ve bonded more over this interview?

y/n: you’re still as irritating as before this interview so no.

you grin and gojo scoffs before shuffling in his chair a little before a sly smile draws across his face.

gojo: go on then, last question.

y/n: would you sl-

gojo: go on, ask it, we’re waiting.

gojo is leaning on the palm of his hand, teasing smile playing on his lips and y/n stares at the card in disbelief.

y/n: you definitely wrote this! i would never ask this! there’s been a mistake with the cards or something

camera man: ah no, they’re all the questions that were on your form you sent in prior to the interview, these are the questions you apparently wanted to be asked. sorry, you’ll have to make do.

y/n: i’m not asking that.

gojo: come on now, don’t upset your supportive fans.

y/n: i know you wrote this, you’re so infuriating!

you glare at him but not with complete hostility, the situation slightly humorous to you despite your protests.

gojo: i mean well.

gojo shrugs as you sigh and stare at the card before speaking.

y/n: fine then have it your way. would you... would you sleep with me?

gojo: how brave! asking me on camera in the middle of an interview! how could i dare say no!

gojo is laughing along with the camera crew as you fight back a smile, refusing to admit his interference was entertaining.

y/n: at least take me out for dinner first.

gojo: now you’re asking me to take you out? you’re really bold today aren’t you!

y/n: oh shut up! i didn’t mean it like that! this is totally your fault it’s awkward now.

you’re grinning at this point not caring that your flirtatious banter with gojo is being recorded and is soon to be edited and posted for the world to see.

gojo: i mean, i’m free tomorrow if that’s good with you?

y/n: what? no, i- this wasn’t even a serious question shut up!

gojo: i’ll shut up if you let me take you out... and maybe then i’ll sleep with you after if that’s your request.

y/n: i can’t stand you!

gojo: but you do everyday, that must count for something right?

y/n: i hate you.

gojo: quite the contrary, i’m sure i’ll get you to admit that by tomorrow though.

y/n: ...i’ll be waiting on it then.

the two of you are smiling at each other, laughter dying down as you once again softly kick gojo’s chair. he pays no mind to it as a moment of fondness occurs, viewers clearly able to see the evident bond between the two of you.

y/n: okay well... that concludes our face-to-face, GQ interview, thanks for watching and putting up with him!

gojo: maybe we’ll come back to do an interview about our date after i take you out, who knows, maybe i’ll get to ask you to rate me in bed!

y/n: gross. you sound like a fifteen year old boy.

gojo: am i at least a hot one?

y/n: i refuse to catch a case.

gojo cackles as you laugh too, the camera fades out with the scene of the two of you softly smiling at each other as the interview concludes.

#i haven’t beta read this sorry </3 #but go watch the rihanna x asap one they’re so cute pls :( <3 #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojou satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you

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