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hanniluvi · 1 year

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💭 — ENHYPEN WHEN YOU CALL THEM BRO !

tysm for requesting anon!! i hope you enjoy <3

warnings : mentions of pet names (like once or twice?), mentions of kissing

🖇️ — HEESEUNG

— at first he’s chill and thinks it was just a slip up

— cause he knows you’ve been hanging out with riki and jungwon too much lately so he lets it slide at first

— but like once he hears it again hes like okay something is up . so like he automatically stops everything he’s doing and just stares at you.

— “why do you keep calling me bro?” and you’re like 🤨 cause you thought nothing was wrong about it

— he fr goes on a full rant about why you shouldn’t be calling him bro and only his members could and how you’re only allowed to call the rest bro 😭

— ofc u don’t take him seriously cause he looks cute complaining about it. and he’s like “are you listening.” and you js go “yeah bro i am” and he falls onto his knees SO DRAMATIC FR .

— and you have to apologize millions of times and give him a bunch of kisses which he gladly accepts as a payment <3

— now you know not to do so ! you do it sometimes for fun tho

🖇️ — JAY

— he’s gonna be so quick to spot it out, he just won’t let it slide.

— “bro? really?” automatically raises his eyebrow and starts questioning you . imagine a cartoon character js angrily tapping their foot on the ground , hes like that LMAO

— you just wanted to tease him more so you’re like “what’s wrong with that?”

— “im not your bro, im your boyfriend.” he’s so straightforward with it , it just makes u fall for him again.

— he feels happy when he manages to convince you to stop doing it doesn’t tell you how relieved he felt LMFAO

— and without you knowing he goes onto scolding heeseung bc you’ve been hanging around him lately LMAO

— “heeseung they been saying bro a lot.” “okayyy jay what does this have to do with me..” “you’re the problem in our relationship.” “WHAT?” save heeseung

🖇️ — JAKE

— gets real pouty and confused real quick after hearing it more than once. like he’s sure that bro is in his vocabulary BUT hearing you call him bro ??? its just a no no.

— “okay i think that’s enough.” and ure like enough of what .. and hes going on a rant for real BUT hes shy about it … like sir spit it out !!!

— you were understanding untillll it started slipping out again. he’s like devastated and goes on saying “layla would never call me bro” LIKE AS IF HIS DOG HAD ANY PART TO THIS??

— now you only call him bro for fun or like when he gets u mad on purpose .. it became an advantage bc he switches up SO FAST just for you to not call him that anymore. love him <3

— starts using more pet names with you so that you’re reminded that he’s your lover and not some bro </3

— “love you snookums” “okay that’s even worse than your other nickname.” “can’t help it.”

🖇️ — SUNGHOON

— nope he does not take it!! he does not want his own lover to be calling him bro ??

— “do bros do this?” bye he would go to you and kiss you , maybe bring you onto your lap too and js look at you .. or just wrap his arms around your waist .. “i don’t think bros do that.” sir stop this im not ur strongest soldier

— after seeing ur flustered face , he’d grin feeling proud .

— every time you do that, he’s just gonna start becoming really clingy and just touchy

— andddd you can say you call him bro on purpose 😊 he knows

— but he doesn’t care cause that just gives him a reason to just shower you with kisses 😊

🖇️ — SUNOO

— if he’s busy w something and hears you call him bro, he’s whipping his head around so fast when he hears that from you

— literally this emoji 😧 and is like “what did you just say?”

— and you repeat it again and he’s like okay … this is a problem. he racks up ideas on why you would call him that…he thinks real hard as if your relationship with him is falling apart???

— you have to explain how when you’re comfortable w/ someone you call them that. as much as he’s glad you’re comfy with him, he still refuses it

— “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, but i rather for you to call me something sweet. like love or baby or something. just not bro.”

— gen feels proud that you listened and called something else . smiles like an idiot whenever you called him something sweet! your reward? lots of love from sunoo <3 as if he doesn’t shower you with love everyday

🖇️ — JUNGWON

— oh you already know he’s just gonna laugh it off awkwardly. LIKE REAL AWKWARD

— ha. ha. ha. it’s literally him and funny to imagine

— and you’re like 🤨 cause why tf is he acting like that

— “oh nothing 😊” he’s lying and he’s glad you picked up on it, hoping you’d catch on

— and he starts double taking, maybe he wasn’t being so affectionate as a bf which he is stop and just starts trying to do more physical touch w/ you or any of the love languages you love </3

— you calling him bro got him asking jay for help 😭

— literally only feels better until you call him something else than bro. like he feels like he’s doing well and is proud of it ! like once you call him smth else hes all giggly and like oh 🤭please don’t call him bro in the future </3

🖇️ — NIKI

— okay okay, he knows you and him joke around a lot, but you’re getting a LITTLE too comfortable

— like the person he loves ??? besides his other members ??? calling him bro ???

— like he wouldn’t be too vocal on it until you’ve said it to him too much . he would try to show you how he doesn’t like it as much but you don’t seem to pick up on it.

— so what does he do? hold your hand / ask for a hug after you do! surely you’ll get it 😊 and trust me you do.

— “ki why the hell are you holding onto my hand so tight?” “ i dunno, why am i?”

— once you find out, you tease him sm, leaving him with a red face and telling you to shut up.

— but once you stop, he feels relieved <3 love him lots please

— just starts becoming very clingy to you now :)

💭 — i love my boyfriends 😊

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jyoongim · 4 months

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DANGEROUSLY IN LOVE

Word count 1.1k

”he’s a wolf in disguise

but I can’t stop staring in those evil eye

i asked my girlfriend if she’d seen you ‘round before

she mumbled something while she got down on the floor

we’ve might have fucked, not really sure, don’t quite recall

but something tells me that I’ve seen him yeah

that boy is a monster”

alastor x burlesque!reader pt 1

An inaccurate southerner 1920 fic.

I am Black sooooo reader is black for the sake of this and so is Alastor cause that’s a black man idc idc idc fight a skunk.

Monster by lady Gaga really had my juices flowing

themes: Alastor himself is a warning,

violence,

alcohol use,

drug use,

nsfw,

teasing, flirting, taunting, smut,

banter, possessive/protective behavior

You hummed a little tune as Mimzy finished doing your makeup and hair.

Tonight was your first debut at the club and you were excited to be the opening act.

You ran your hands over the tight corset in an attempt to soothe the nervousness that was trying to settle in your belly. You adjusted the feathered headpiece as Mimzy finally finished everything with hairspray (why did set your makeup as well….oh well).

You were finishing up putting on your jewelry when you heard Mimzy gasped, you turned seeing her poking her head out to look out the door out to the growing crowd.

you fixed your lips to ask her what had her so shocked, when she twirled around, eyes wide and excited “He’s here! I can’t believe he here!”

You blinked, confused “who is here Mimzy? One of your little boy toys? Or someone you owe?”

she flipped you off before smirking “what you live under a rock doll? Him! Hell’s Stereo himself!”

Your eyes widened as you gawked “No way!” You ran over to the door to peep without people seeing you and your eyes settled on a lone red, lanky demon sitting at the bar. You couldn’t really see him well from where your dressing room but before you could crane your head out further, Mimzy pulled you back in

”You are suppose to be a surprise doll! Can’t let that lot get a eyeful without proper payment now can we?”

You soon forgot about the red demon as you primped a bit more, chatted with some of the other dancers, and laughed with Mimzy.

The lights in the club had finally dimmed and Mimzy slapped you on the ass, leaving your dressing room “Knock ‘em dead doll!”

You took a deep breathe as you heard the band begin to play your song.

You straightened your back, and took on a composure that oozed seduction and confidence.

Hearing the beat of the music, you waltzed out onto the stage, giant feathered fans concealing yourself.

The whistles and catcalls never failed to make you nervous, but you used it to fuel your confidence.

You pivoted around the stage, teasing those who tried to steal a look around the fans.

A swing lowered and you took a seat on it and as it rose into the air, you finally revealed yourself in all your glammed glory.

the spotlight prevented you front seeing much of the crowd but your were Able to spot Mimzy, who was chatting with the red demon from earlier.

Your body moved on autopilot, maybe it was from hours of practice or maybe it was because the red demon was drop dead gorgeous.

He was a rather tall fellow, at least compared to Mimzy.

Lanky build adorned in a red pinstriped suit with a black bowtie. He had a bob-like hair cut, the tips black that was cut into an undercut. Protruding on top of his bang were two little antler like horns and

omg were those ears???? His ears mixed with the color of his hair.

They reminded you of a deer’s. They seemed to stay alert, sticking forward, never flickering.

His eyes were a bright red, like rubies.

and he had a ever-present sharp smile.

Uncanny. But OH he was so pretty.

You locked eyes and automatically you flashed him a flirty wink. You half expected him to throw a wink or look away, but instead he held your gaze as he raised his glass in acknowledgment. You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to focus on your performance.

You swung and twirled on your little perch. Slowly, you started to remove pieces of your costume.

You perched yourself alongside a gentleman and smirked as he practically melted at your touch. You wrapped your boa around his neck and pressed your fingers lightly to his mouth; he smirked, nipping at your fingertips and slowly dragging your glove off. You glided through the crowd, losing a piece of clothing here and there.

By the time you circled around to the bar, Mimzy was drunk and dancing along to the music and the mysterious demon was tracking your movements.

Hitting a little jig with Mimzy, you were intending to make your way to the lanky devil, when an arm circled around your waist and tugged you into a fella, who obviously had been drinking waaaay too much.

”why don’cha take the rest of these off princess?” He took a swig of whatever cheap liquor and leered at you “i like a gal dripped only in jewels” he snickered.

You frowned and tried to play off his perversion.”sorry dearest but I fear i am simply too much for you” you slapped his hand off of you and made your way to the bar.

Taking a seat, you ordered a bottle of whiskey and manners be damned, you chugged it for a good second.

maybe this’ll put you back in a good mood.

you were too busy sipping your sorrows you didn’t notice that a dark presence had settled beside you.

“And here I thought you were just pretty entertainment ” a deep brawl said from behind you. You turned and let out a soft squeak at the close proximity of the demon you had been eyeing all night. He cocked his head, mouth stretched in a big smile, showing off his sharp teeth. “You kept me waiting for a while doll”

You could blame the courage on the whiskey, but you smirked at him coyly “and who might you be?” The red demon crouched to your level and raised your bare hand to his lips, keeping eye contact as his grin widened “Alastor doll. Pleasure to meet to you”

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #burlesque #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #the radio demon

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bamsara · 5 months

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Hi! I'm obsessed with the Solar Lunacy stickers!! I jumped onto your Patreon to subscribe immediately, but I got a quick question. I'm new to Patreon, if I sub now really late into December, would I be receiving the Solar Lunacy stickers? If not that's totally cool, I'm super hype to finally be able to get some of your artwork either way!!

Yep! So my patreon is set to billing at the first of every month, so anyone who pledges at any time in the month should recieve the sticker for that month, even if you do it like an hour before it switches to the next month.

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see-arcane · 27 days

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I figured I should interrupt everyone's dash for some notes on current real life things.

This is a hefty one, so I'm tucking everything below:

A little good news. As of this writing, I’ve sold 74 copies of The Vampyres, in eBook and paperback! That’s 74 more than I thought I would ever sell! Thank you to everyone who picked up a copy or asked your library to grab some. Especially when I know I haven’t been the most stellar self-marketer. I can’t remember the last time I opened the septic tank formerly known as Twitter, so it’s all been down to this little corner here and a skinny appearance in Goodreads. Which means I owe any attention this short and sinister tale has received to you all and plain old word-of-mouth.

That said, thank you x100000 to you and any new readers yet to take a look. (And doubly so for those of you who go out of their way to leave comments and reviews around for me to reread ad infinitum.)

For those not in the know, all the info on The Vampyres can be found here, and all my author odds and ends can be found on my website here.

On a less heartening note…

As I’d already expected, the market for career writers is…rough. Copywriting—and writing in general—is technically a big open field (full of caveat descriptions about having to work with/teach AI programs to eventually swallow your job)! Tons of open positions! Most of which either pay you in pocket change while you’re working full time or expect you to singlehandedly run the entire marketing of a business for slightly more pocket change. Everything else is bloated with contract and/or freelance work*.

*Read: Gig economy schlock trying to pass for an actual job position with payment being a coin toss. I’ve also seen one too many listings on the job boards that are volunteer positions. Plenty of exposure to rake in though, right? Ha. Ha ha.

I’ve still been applying like clockwork, same as the rest of my fellow creators trying to get by in a field that seems to actively punish trying to be a professional in said field, and still no bites further than an interview. I have years of experience and a degree, but everyone’s chasing the same crumbs, so. Yeah. I’ve got to start padding things out.

Reminder that I do have a (barely peddled) Ko-Fi. It’s there for art commissions and chucking a few spare bucks at. Which is an increasingly big ask these days, I know. You can’t scroll two posts down without hitting someone else’s Ko-Fi, Patreon, GoFundMe, Kickstarter, et cetera. We’re drowning in arting starvists here. And although I have been asked before whether I would consider going full Freelance Storywriter on top of selling art, I’m still a little hesitant on it. I do occasionally send out story submissions and have even gotten published a few times, but I get nauseous thinking about:

1) Putting up a paywall on the scribbles that assail me like a baseball bat wielded by an unmerciful Muse. 2) Putting up a ‘Stories for Sale!’ sign only to wind up disappointing prospective buyers because I didn’t do their blorbos justice even after researching X background for the piece. 3) Getting duped into being a nonconsenting ghostwriter and discovering someone else has published my work under their own name.

So, still a bit iffy on that. I’ll chew on it. But what else is left?

Before you click the button!

Stop!

NOT YET!

Before you click, please know that I am being serious about this as something to potentially make 1) something of good quality and 2) earn more money than it loses. Looking around at the merch-making/selling options, there are fees involved with making an account just about anywhere in the online store game, give or take the price tweaking needed for shipping and manufacturing blah blah blah.

With that in mind, please do not automatically hit ‘yes’ because you want to be nice. I appreciate it, but this isn’t the same thing as the Ko-Fi where there’s no real loss in just leaving it up and drawing something once every few months. This will take new designs, another subscription to pay for, more logistics to untangle for quality and pricing and all the rest of the mess. Only hit ‘yes’ if you, personally, genuinely, would like to purchase some nefarious See Arcane wares beyond a book or a digital drawing.

#heaviest sigh #rolling back into my coffin #the vampyres #my art #my writing #ko-fi #merchandise #(in potentia)#dracula #polls

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tommysversion · 1 year

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Beastly: Raider Era Joel Miller x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: you live in a small commune protected by a strong force of raiders. Every season, your people pay tribute for their protection. After lapsing in payment, your abusive father offers you as a human sacrifice. What you don't expect is for the leader of the gang, Joel, to not be as much of a beastly man as first thought.

A Raider Era Joel fic, loosely inspired by Beauty & The Beast.

CWs: references to abuse (physical), implied fear of SA, canon typical violence, implied age gap, sexual references, coarse language, smut for later chapters. (List will update with chapters)

Chapter Word Count: 3.3k

Tag List: @serenaxpedro @miller--trash @joelsgirl @gab-thelamb-onthemoon @mydailyhyperfixations @dreamingofdaddydin @luvrking @msecho19 @koshkaj-blog @hufflepuffriver @yunonaneko ( & anyone I've missed)

Index: Part 1 /

It’s not a terribly long ride back to the raider commune, another small town that barely counts as a town that’s been repurposed.

Trenches surround it. A few men and women with rifles on makeshift guard towers. Honestly it’s not much different to home. Your heart jumps when you remember this is your home now. For as long as Joel decides to keep you alive.

You still can’t get a read on him. The entire four hour ride was spent mostly in silence, but when he did speak, it was to ask your name. Ask a few questions. You wonder if he’s trying to remind himself that you’re a human being, rather than just an animal, a sacrifice.

“Quiet as a mouse, aren’t you?” He’d said finally, then laughed softly and muttered something about that suiting you more than your actual name.

Joel doesn’t like using your name. The idea makes you more human to him, and he already feels stupid for accepting a goddamn human sacrifice to pay the debt your home owed. Mouse it is. It gives him the sense of ownership, of control, that he needs in all manner of things.

He’d been almost polite in helping you down off the horse before turning you over to a man who vaguely resembled him.

“My brother, Tommy.” He’d said by way of introduction, then sloped off to oversee the unloading of the truck, leaving you standing next to the younger man with no idea what the hell to do next.

Luckily, he doesn’t seem to know what to do with you, either, so you just stand there awkwardly together until Joel seems to notice you again, comes over.

“Christ, Tommy, let her freeze to death? You take over the unloading, I’ll take her.”

You follow him automatically, towards one of the houses, wondering vaguely if he means to take your fathers advice and beat you into submission. Or worse.

Somehow, you don’t think so. He’s been cold, sure, the entire ride back, but you don’t get the feeling that he’s planning on doing anything sinister to you, which is strange. Raiders have a reputation, after all, but he doesn’t give off the violent rapist vibe that some have.

He unlocks the door, leads you up the stairs to a small bedroom. It has a bathroom attached. Pleasant. Nondescript, though it has the air of not being lived in.

“Make yourself at home,” Joel is aware of how monumentally stupid the sentence is, but he says it anyway.

“Am I confined to this room?” You ask, still not daring to look at him, in case it makes him snap or something. You’re used to that sort of thing.

“No, the entire house - minus my room, or Tommy’s, of course - is free game. I wouldn’t leave the house without one of us, for your own safety. You’re welcome to explore the house. One of us will come and get you when it’s dinner time.”

Then he turns around and walks out, leaving you standing there feeling confused. You’d been bracing yourself for violence of some sort, and now it hasn’t come? You’re not sure what to make of it.

You can hear his heavy boots on the stairs, the front door slam behind him, the bolt locking into place behind him. You’re not stupid enough to consider trying to make a run for it; a four hour ride is even longer on foot, and in this weather? It’s a death sentence. Besides. The retribution for trying to escape would probably not be pleasant, and while you’re not exactly eager to go back to your father, you don’t want the other people from your settlement to be punished because of you.

So fine. You’re stuck here.

You may as well explore your new cage.

The bedroom isn’t too bad, actually. Double bed, the mattress not uncomfortable. Thick blanket, even if the pattern isn’t what you’d choose for yourself, the main thing is you won’t freeze to death.

You hope there might be a change of clothes somewhere, something in the drawers of the dresser that might fit, but the drawers are empty. You hope Joel won’t make you wear the same clothes you have on down to rags, but you’re not counting on it.

The carpet is old, but not uncomfortable under your feet.

Then there’s the bathroom. Small, compact, but still functional. You know there’s still plenty of house to explore, but you’re also aware you’re going to be locked in here for an indefinite amount of time. Exploring can wait. You’re exhausted, and the bed is comfortable. A nap won’t hurt, surely.

If he was going to hurt you, he’d have done so by now. It’s not very comforting, but it’s all you have, and it’s enough to lull you into an uneasy sleep.

—

“Jesus fucking Christ, Joel, what the fuck?”

Tommy is never usually this vocal with his older brother, and it surprises them both. Still, it’s a fair question.

“The man’s a misogynistic piece of shit, I couldn’t just leave her there. Chances are if I’d refused, I’d go back next season and he’d have beaten her to death. Made it her fault.”

“Oh, so we’re saving people now?” Tommy raises an eyebrow. It’s a cheap dig; he knows why Joel does what he does, why he is the way he is.

Maybe it’s not fair to be a sarcastic bastard, but then again, he hadn’t expected Joel to come back with a human sacrifice, for fuck’s sake.

Joel sighs. Pops open a beer. The kind one of their men makes in a keg in his garage. It’s still fucking good, because beer is beer, even after the end of the world.

“Look, she’s harmless. I’m not gonna lay a hand on her, and neither is anyone else in this little community.” Joel says it firmly, with enough authority that Tommy believes him.

Pretty much anything goes in their group. Violence is to be expected. But any sort of violence against women, especially sexual, is punished by death.

“Maybe she can make something of herself here.” He continues, before he stands and checks on the food that’s cooking on the stovetop. “In the meantime, do me a favour? Try not to scare the shit out of her.”

Tommy snorts in spite of himself.

“You’re the scary one, big brother.”

There’s no bite to it, but there doesn’t need to be. Joel understands. Knows there’s a part of his younger brother that’s afraid of him. Maybe that’s another sacrifice he’s had to make.

“Yeah. Well. I’m gonna go tell our new house guest that food’s done.”

It’s his way of avoiding the conversation. Better to just leave, walk away, than open that can of worms.

Instead he heads upstairs, towards what’s probably a completely different can of worms but still unpleasant. When he gets to the door that’s now yours, he hesitates. Should he knock? In reality, you’re his prisoner, disguised as a guest. No matter how polite he is to you, Joel is aware that you’ll probably always hate and resent him.

Still, he isn’t sure what you’re doing in there, and there’s a part of him that’s still somewhat of a gentleman, so he knocks first. No answer. Well, he tried.

He opens the bedroom door, finds you half asleep; the sight of him jolts you awake, and you startle, sit bolt upright. He can practically smell how afraid you are, almost hates himself for it. He has no intention of hurting you. No more than he already has by taking you from your home.

“Dinner’s ready. Come and eat.” It’s not a request. He retreats again, stomps back down the stairs, pissed and unsure why. Maybe it’s the way you look at him. Maybe it’s the understanding of why you’re so fearful to begin with. Or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s feeling anything at all, after so long.

—

You have two options. One, you follow the direction given and go downstairs to eat. That’s probably the smarter choice. You’re hungry, and you can smell hot food. You doubt he’ll poison you.

The second option is you stay right here, make an attempt at defiance. That doesn’t appeal to you; you know that Joel has a temper. Has the ability to be incredibly violent at the drop of a pin. Tommy is a wild card, but you don’t like the idea of making enemies of the men you’re stuck in this house with.

Still, you’re reluctant to drag yourself downstairs, having wanted more time to wallow in your own misery and misfortune. Unfortunately, the lure of a hot meal wins out, and you find yourself in a small dining room, seated at a plain wooden table with a few knife scrapes in the top, a bowl of stew in front of you.

You’re almost surprised. You might have thought raiders, especially ones like him, would eat better. Steak or something. But this is simple. Carrots and potatoes and onions in gravy, with rough cut bread on the side.

Tommy clocks your thoughts almost immediately.

“What, you thought we ate like kings or something?”

“I-“ you aren’t sure how to answer him; he’s a raider, sure, but there’s something about the way he avoids his older brother’s gaze that makes you warm to him a little faster.

Maybe it’d be good to have… not a friend, but an ally? In this place.

“It’s not poisoned. We have to eat too, you know.” Joel comments, without looking at you.

You don’t argue, just poke at your food with your spoon until Tommy speaks again.

“We’re just people. Even Joel, though he likes to pretend otherwise.”

You decide to go right ahead and like Tommy, even if it’s against your better judgment. The casual way he says it is almost reassuring. Like you can breathe, your suspicions that Joel isn’t going to turn into a monster and lay hands on you reassured by the casual way Tommy banters with him.

It’s like a small weight lifts off your chest, enough for you to stop poking at your food and actually eat it.

Joel drinks, barely speaks the entire meal. When you’re done, Tommy collects the dishes, throws a sideways glance at Joel, who’s refilled his beer once again.

“Go back to your cage, little mouse. I’m tired of you jumping whenever I move.” There’s a bite to his voice that wasn’t there before, fuelled by drink and whatever demons plague him.

The way he says it unsettles you, your hands shaking slightly as you pass your empty bowl to Tommy.

Joel is back to not looking at you, but as you leave the room, Tommy makes eye contact with you, and mouths for you to lock your door.

—

Joel drinks. Heavily. He’s used to only having to deal with Tommy, who’s used to it by now. It doesn’t even occur to him that his intoxication, the way he’s sharper, colder in this state might scare you.

Doesn’t even consider it until he hears you take the stairs two at a time, the sharp thud of your bedroom door closing.

“That went well.” Tommy crosses his arms over his chest, surveying him.

Joel doesn’t answer. He supposes he could go upstairs, unlock your bedroom door and try to apologise, but somehow he thinks breaching your privacy would make it worse. And besides. Why the hell does he care so much about scaring you? About apologies?

You’re nothing but a goddamn tribute. A human sacrifice handed over to him by a shitty excuse for a father. A mistake he shouldn’t have made, but now he has to live with the consequences. The consequences being your presence.

—

You take Tommy’s advice and lock your door. Not because you think Joel will come upstairs and decide to hurt you, but because it makes you feel a little better.

You can hear them arguing downstairs, at the very least, raised voices, but nobody comes up the stairs. Nobody breaks down your door. Eventually you can breathe a little easier, don’t have to consider locking yourself in the bathroom.

Eventually you hear Joel’s heavy boots coming up the stairs, hold your breath again, but he goes right past your door, slams his own behind him. Shortly after, a softer tread that must be Tommy’s comes upstairs too, and another door closes behind him.

Nobody’s going to hurt you. Not tonight, anyway. Nobody’s making you warm their bed, or using you as a punch bag. You’re alone, sure, but you’ve always been alone.

At least this time you have a comfortable bed and a locked door. It isn’t much, but it’s enough to keep you from panicking, for now at least.

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When you wake, winter sunlight is streaming through your window, creeping through the shutters without a singular care.

Your clothes are a little mussed, but not dirty, so you suppose you’ll have to make do until one of the men notice and decide to find you a change. You hope to god they decide to.

There’s no sign of either of them in the house; a few dishes in the sink, and a note on the table the only evidence that other people live here at all.

Make yourself comfortable. Don’t try to leave the house. I will arrange new clothes for you today - J.

“That’s friendly.” You mutter to yourself, then busy yourself for ten minutes washing the dishes. Joel might technically own you, but you still feel a bit guilty that he’s taking time out of his day to find you new clothes. The least you can do is wash some dishes.

Hell, it won’t hurt to see what food is in the house, either, but you aren’t sure where to look, so you open pretty much every cabinet in the kitchen, taking inventory.

There’s not much, which doesn’t surprise you. You assume whoever lived here originally left the place pristine or something, but it’s since been cleared out. The Miller brothers have done a decent job tidying the place, but it still doesn’t have that sense of being a permanent home.

Maybe they planned on moving on at some point, but never got round to it?

You aren’t sure. Easier not to think about it, instead moving onto the next room. You can come back to the kitchen later, reheat the stew from last night. Maybe if you do little things like that, they’ll be kinder to you.

It’s not that they’ve been cruel, or even really unkind. Joel is harsh, blunt, and seems cold and closed off, but he hasn’t been outright mean to you. Tommy’s been wary but friendly enough.

Perhaps it’s stupid, but you want them to be friendly to you. If you’re stuck with them for the foreseeable future, until you die or something… well, it’s not a crime to want to be friendly, right?

The next room holds a few more things of interest; a television, a stack of movies. Obviously there’s no live television anymore, but the Miller brothers have managed to salvage a handful of movies that you suppose they liked from before.

Most of them are action movies, the occasional western that you presume is Tommy’s preference. Somehow it comforts you that there aren’t any slasher movies among the pile. Not that you’re naive enough to think that they aren’t killers. They’re raiders. You’ve seen Joel kill a man before. That they’re violent goes without saying, but somehow you think their brand of violence is purely to survive, not out of some psychopathic desire to inflict pain.

At least. You hope so.

Deciding not to dwell on that, you keep moving through the house, exploring room by room. The windows have all been reinforced, the place relatively secure. It’s surprising how easily you feel safe in this house, in spite of being a prisoner. Perhaps it’s because the house is big, compared to your old home. Maybe it’s the fact that you don’t have to jump whenever you turn a corner.

You ignore the two bedrooms along the hallway with yours upstairs, as instructed. That’s not to say it isn’t tempting to peek; of course it is, but you’re a little afraid that they’d know somehow, and that it would make Joel angry.

He hasn’t really given you many rules; don’t leave the house, don’t go in his room or Tommy’s room. Even if you are a prisoner, a possession, it feels rude to break those rules, so you stifle your curiosity and only open the other door.

Bathroom. Boring.

Heading back downstairs, you’re considering exploring the rest of the rooms off the downstairs hallway, but decide to save them for tomorrow. If you’re housebound, you may as well save yourself some excitement, or as close to it as you can get, for another day.

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Joel doesn’t really have anywhere to be. The group operates pretty well without him overseeing everything. If there’s a dispute, it either ends in a fight or they come to him.

The spoils from yesterday are already being divided up, a few people out patrolling for more supplies, smaller weaker camps they can take out.

Unpleasant, yes, but it’s survival of the fittest.

His errand today has nothing to do with survival. Joel is well aware he’s brought you to the commune with nothing but the clothes on your back, and in spite of being, objectively, a terrible person, he feels bad for you.

In retrospect, he should have let you at least pack a bag. But somehow, with the way your father offered you up like bait, Joel doesn’t think you probably had many possessions to begin with.

The women in the commune are tough as nails, mostly. Survivors through and through, either by the skin on their knuckles or by giving themselves over to the men for protection. Joel doesn’t judge either way; he knows it takes a particular sort of grit to survive that way.

While violence is rampant in the group, what with the testosterone and the high stakes of survival, nobody ever lays hands on the women. As a result, they’re kind, happy to help anyone new.

It doesn’t take long to find clothes in roughly your size among the women. A few shirts, two new pairs of jeans. Newish boots.

Impulsively, he trades a week’s extra firewood and a bag of jerky for a winter coat for you, too. It’s a deep purple, with a fake fur lined hood, long enough to reach your knees.

He doesn’t know why, but it’s important to him that you’re not uncomfortable. At least, no more than to be expected. Besides, he’d rather you didn’t freeze to death. That would just be annoying to deal with.

Or so he tells himself as he fills his pack with the clothes he’s found and traded for, before heading back towards the house.

Usually, on trade days, he’d stop and grab a few bottles of beer, too, but he’s still a little embarrassed about how he behaved last night when intoxicated.

It wouldn’t normally bother him, to be seen as scary and intimidating. Hell, it doesn’t. But there’s a small part of him that feels ashamed when he remembers how fast you bounded up the stairs and bolted the door.

He’s not used to having anyone beside Tommy in the house, and frankly he doesn’t give a shit whether he scares his brother or not. Tommy knows everything he does is to keep them safe, to keep them alive. He doesn’t have to like it, just accept it.

Having you react the way you did has brought him back to earth a little, and he doesn’t like it. The last thing he wants is a reminder that he’s human. So fine. He’ll give you the clothes, but that’ll be the first and last favour he does for you.

Or so he tells himself.

#my writing #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fic #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #raider joel #rue beastly #joel miller x you

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Some of you are being really weird about Aura Maria in regards to her treatment of Freddy and her overall character\personality traits. Overall, if you dislike a character its fine. It means nothing to me. But these posts about Aura Maria are getting a little misogynistic.

The facts are, that yes--she is immature, she does string Freddy along, she is very extroverted and charismatic and a lot of men like her.

You know who else is immature, strings someone around, is very extroverted and charismatic and a lot of women like them?

This guy right here.He's gonna string around his assistant for at least half a novela.

But there's already some excellent meta on Aura Maria and Freddy vs Betty and Armando and u can read them here and here. so I'm not gonna get into that.

Again, if you don't like Aura Maria thats fine. She's a flawed character in a show with other flawed characters. I don't like Patricia, for example. I think she's annoying, she's mean, her goal is to find a man to fix all her problems and she fails at it. She's immature. She's classist. She gets paid 3x more than the other secretaries bc she's a nepo hire and yet still can't make any payments bc she's terrible with money. I could go and on.

But a lot of you like her and sympathize with her and her problems and how nobody wants to help her.

Aura Maria is also sympathetic character. She became a teen mom. The guy that got her pregnant is not in the kid's life nor in hers. She's a receptionist at a company who's alternate slogan is 'women don't advance here'. Her parents kick her and her son out, yes it was a consequence of Aura Maria's party girl antics. But that's not a good enough reason to kick out your daughter and grandson. Knowing that she's a receptionist and doesn't make much money to begin with.

And then the Mario of it all. No, she shouldn't have gotten involved with him but he's the one in the position of power. He shouldn't have gotten involved with her, he shouldn't have encouraged it, nor should he have been seeing her and Patricia at the same time. Both women who work where HE works. And who does he want to fire when he gets caught? Aura Maria. She's the one who gets the low end of the stick.

Aura Maria and Patricia are looking for men with money to support them and don't do well in this endeavor bc the only man that looks like a prospect is using them in some way. That or the men they encounter don't take them seriously.

Freddy likes Aura Maria and yeah she does like him but she doesn't take him seriously as a prospect bc he's not rich and when you're a poor young single mom--bc REMINDER Aura Maria is in her early 20s forced to grow up quickly (she was a child having a child)--living in your friend's\co workers house--he doesn't completely fulfill her list of requirements of what she needs financially. She's not looking at the full picture. Much like Patricia, who doesn't look at the full picture when it comes to her transactional relationship with Nicolas.

So because Aura Maria mismanges her relationship with Freddy, I'm supposed to what? Have her burned at the stake? That because Freddy is kind to her, and does things out of his own free will over and over again, that Aura Maria needs to be devoted to him? Automatically? Because people think she owes him?

If you don't like Aura Maria, that's fine. But a lot of the posts I've seen in the general tag are past not liking a character bc the vibes are off--it's becoming about hating her bc she's not reciprocating to one guy bc you think he's earned it. Or it's about her not being a good mother bc she's not acting 'like a mother'. And want to see her punished for it as a result, as if getting sexually harassed by Gutierrez (ON TWO OCCASIONS) isn't punishment on it's own.

Because reminder (again)---that Mario AND Gutierrez have taken advantage of Aura Maria in some way bc of their position of power. Bc Aura Maria is young, beautiful, and poor. She can be easily be taken advantage of and tossed away. (Much like another character who gets utilized as a consequence of financial fraud)

But Freddy is the true victim in all of this bc Aura Maria sometimes take advantage of his kindness. Do you realize how dumb that sounds?

There is a double standard in how Aura Maria is being viewed bc she's not acting grateful or humble or self sacrificing enough to gain sympathy. She's being judged solely on how she's treating (1) man and not about all the other factors she's living in--some of them out of her control.

If one can feel bad for Patricia even tho it's primarily her fault that she's in the predicaments she's in, then I don't see why one can't extend that same grace to Aura Maria.

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KogKag Snow White and Prince Charming

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 1 year

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Daily snippets (OM!) - pt 1

this was so fun to write, there will be more parts. this is inspired some of the chats about 666.

there's some suggestive stuff (cant help myself lmao), also poly!mc, set in og om!

Sunday - Morning:

'Come to the entrance hall asap! Need help!' Is followed by several stickers spammed over and over again. You sigh, knowing that Mammon has probably done something dumb again. Unfortunately, he might be an idiot, but he's your idiot, so you're beelining straight to the entrance hall. Only to hear banging on the front door, and the Avatar of Greed pacing about in front of it.

"Mams. Whose at the door?" He perks up at your voice.

"Debt collectors." You're not surprised, in fact you're slightly annoyed you got out of bed for this. "Listen I need you to tell 'em I'm not here!" The temptation to say no, is strong, but his eyes widen in a silent plea. You sigh.

"Alright fine." He cheers, before inching across to be out of view once you open the door. "Coming!" You call out, heading over to the front door. Upon opening it, you're greeted by a demon wearing a crisp suit, holding a brief case in his left hand and a bright red sheet of paper in his right.

"Hello I'm here on behalf of 666, we are looking for Mammon. He's neglected to make payments on his debts." Of course he has. Is what you almost say in automatic response. Instead you pretend to look surprised.

"Oh really? That's too bad, you just missed him." You pause, thinking of an excuse. "He's gone away on a holiday." From the corner of your eye you notice Mammon make a gesture of confusion by your lie.

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"A month, maybe a year. I'm not really sure he didn't say." The debt collector seems puzzled.

"That's strange we called earlier and Lucifer said for certain Mammon would be here." You glance quickly across to Mammon, who grimaces at the mere mention of Lucifer, before reverting you gaze back to the demon outside.

"Well he decided first thing this morning he was going to go. Maybe he caught wind that you were coming?"

"That does sound like something he'd do. Well thank you for your time." The demon hands you the red sheet of paper. "Please be sure to hand him this remind him to pay his debts." It's a notice, explaining to him what will happen if he can't make a repayment within the next week.

"Don't you worry, I will. See you!" You close the door, handing Mammon the notice the second its shut. "Just out of curiosity, how much do you owe those guys?" He whistles. "Oh boy." You seem to be more worried about the debt than he is. He's quick to scrunch up the paper into a ball. "Just so you know that isn't going to solve the problem, all it takes is for them to make one call to Lucifer and he'll personally drag your ass to their office."

Mammon goes quiet. Then pale. When the colour returns to his face, he's staring at you with an expression that you know means he's scheming. "Unless you block their number on his D.D.D. for me." You sigh, coming to terms with the fact you're well and truly roped in to this one.

"...you've really thought this through, huh?" He's nodding. Already starting to list off the numbers you'll need to block.

Sunday - Noon:

While you could undergo some secret mission to swipe Lucifer's phone. You decide to try and easier measure. "Can I have your D.D.D.?" Going into his study, and flat out asking him. Lucifer, who is working on todays crossword in the paper doesn't even look up to answer you.

"No."

"Why? Don't you trust me?" You're feigned indignation only makes him raise an eyebrow.

"I received a message from 666 saying they'd been by this morning, and passed on a notice to a human resident for Mammon." He pauses, directing his attention towards you. "As far as I'm aware, there is only one human living here."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I imagine he's set you up to block all of their numbers on my D.D.D." Sometimes you wonder how Lucifer can be so perceptive, but considering he lives with Mammon, Belphegor and Satan, you imagine he has to be.

"Mammon? Sweet, innocent Mammon? Absolutely not." His brows furrow, and face contorts into a scowl. "Would it really be such a bad thing if the debt magically went away?" He scoffs.

"If you're about to make me spend my day off explaining how debts work, know that I will not be impressed." You attempt to give him the puppy dog eyes, he sighs. "No. I will not pay off his debt, how is he going to learn responsibility if I do it for him?"

"...what if you paid off half?" His scowl deepens.

"Absolutely not. If you ask any further I'll curse him to stay away from you for two weeks."

"Wow harsh." He sighs, again leaning back into his chair. His expression softens before he speaks again.

"I disagree. Harsh is having you come in here and speak about Mammon and his schemes instead of allowing me enjoy your company." Your heart races slightly at his words.

"I promise Lucifer, if you did half as many dumb things as Mammon did, I'd spend just as much time supporting you as I do him." Lucifer relents, but you're going back to the drawing board.

Sunday - Afternoon:

You find Belphegor and Satan together in the lounge. Belphie is asleep on the couch, while Satan is reading in one of the armchairs. "Whose up to help me try and steal Lucifer's D.D.D.?" Satan quickly marks a page in his book, and places it down on the armrest. He leans forward in his seat with a smirk.

"You had me at steal from Lucifer." Belphegor rises up from the couch like a zombie. A glint in his eyes as he considers all of the possibilities of this scheme. They never learn. But then again you don't really either.

"Dibs on sending embarrassing messages to Diavolo once we get it." You dread to imagine what the contents of those messages are going to contain, but that's a later problem.

"You better let me send some too." The Avatar of Wrath chimes, and Belphegor nods. He continues, turning his attention from his brother to you. "So, what's brought this on anyways?"

"Well, Mammon needs me to block 666's numbers from his D.D.D. but Lucifer knew what I was trying to do earlier so..." they exchange a look. Satan sighs shaking his head, sounding completely unimpressed as he replies.

"I thought they were coming today to threaten to take some of his stuff if he didn't pay up."

"Yeah, but I told them he went on a long holiday." There's an overly dramatic sigh coming from the individual sitting on the couch.

"Mammon's got you wrapped around his greedy little finger. Must be nice." You scoff as the other demon nods along with Belphegor's comment.

"I don't want to hear it from either of you, I have single handedly sweet talked both of you out of some major punishments that you kind of deserved."

"It's not the same." The youngest whines.

"It is too!"

"I'd beg to differ."

"Not you too Satan!"

Despite the back and forth, between the three of you, you all manage to conduct a plan to get Lucifer's D.D.D. Satan will 'accidentally' trip over Belphie, who happens to be 'sleeping' in a perfect spot to spill some juice all over Lucifer's clothes, forcing him to shower. You'll then sneak into his bedroom and retrieve the device. You block the numbers, let them send a few messages and then place it back from whence it came.

Sunday - Evening:

You're not going to lie. You're a little suspicious. Every thing has gone too well. Lucifer's even left his bedroom door open, and his D.D.D is right in the middle of his bed. But you think of Mammon's pitiful plea from earlier, and you charge in regardless.

The door slams shut the moment you walk inside. Lucifer was waiting by the doorway, already in a fresh pair of clothes. He doesn't look happy.

"I should have known you wouldn't give up." You're in so much trouble, you can feel it. "But to think you'd drag in Belphegor and Satan to help. If you think you're getting out of this scot-free you're wrong." His smoldering gaze is almost enough to make you shrink in place.

"Come on Lucifer can't you just help Mammon out a little?" His eyes narrow, and you think that he might be considering following through on his threat from earlier. "Surely you think its wrong that they're going to try and repurpose some of Mammon's stuff!" You muster up the best puppy dogs eyes you can manage. He sighs, rubbing his temples in consideration.

"I suppose I could come up with something." You're about to cheer, only to pause when you notice his expression darken. "That doesn't mean your off the hook. I still intend to punish you for your little stunt." You let out a nervous laugh.

"I'm gonna guess an apology isn't going to suffice?"

"Not one with just your words."

Sunday - Late:

You've just finished having a shower, opening the door to your room, fully prepared to pass out on your bed. Only to see Mammon sprawled across it. "There you are, I've been lookin' for you everywhere." He sits up, making space for you to sit down next to him. "Turns out Lucifer is going to pay off my debt for me and have me do some jobs for him in return."

"You're welcome." You grin while plopping down beside him.

"That's my human! Always lookin' out for their first." He leans across and ruffles your hair, laughing when you start to pout. "How'd you convince him?" He eventually asks.

"My negotiation skills." You wiggle your eyebrows at him for good measure.

"Wh- no way! If I'd known that's what you needed to do I would've just found my own way to pay it off." Now he's the one pouting, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. "Stupid Lucifer takin' full advantage of my situation."

"Imagine if they put that down as a reason to pay off your debt." You grin, laughing to yourself before even finishing your joke. "If you don't your brother will get some in exchange for bailing your broke ass out."

"I take back anythin' nice I said about ya. Bad human." You stick your tongue out at him, and he threatens to throw a pillow at you.

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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 3 - A Welcome Delivery

Din Djarin is happy on Nevarro. He has a home, a family, what more could he want? But when a woman turns up selling bread and cakes at his doorstep, how can he not fall in love? And how can he also stop her from getting hurt at the hands of her partner behind closed doors? Will the hero save the girl and get the girl? Warm and sweet fluff/romance/hurt/comfort fic.

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Chapter 3

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It was late. The sun had already set in the sky and the air was cool, by the time Din landed the Starfighter twenty feet or so from his small remote cabin.

Grogu, who had been snoozing for the last hour or so on Din’s lap, snuffled as his father shifted behind him.

“Time to get out, buddy,” murmured Din in a low voice, grasping the child around his middle before lifting him easily as he got to his feet and exited the ship.

Grogu barely stirred, and merely nestled his little head in the crook of Din’s covered neck as the Mandalorian held him close.

From here Din could hear him breathing softly, obviously exhausted from today’s work.

Their job had been a tiring one and had involved chasing a renegade Quarren between two planets. For two days they had tracked him. He had been wily and fast, but Din and Grogu had of course gotten the upper hand eventually.

But it was now very late, later than Din had intended on returning home.

For he really did feel like it was a home now. A place away from the politics and rule of Mandalore, but close enough that he still felt like a part of them.

Their cabin was small but well formed and perfect for the pair.

Din made for the front door.

He had decided that he would put Grogu to bed then go about fixing himself something to eat.

The Mandalorian was used to going for days without eating. It was difficult to keep to a regular eating schedule with a helmet and nowhere to eat in private while they were on a job.

Of course Grogu never went hungry, and was sure to remind Din that he had gone at least two hours without eating, at every cantina and bar they passed along their travels.

But for Din it was a different story. And so having a place where he could remove his helmet behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, was a blessing he never realised he craved so much.

But as the Mandalorian approached the smooth metal door to his home, he blinked a couple of times as he noticed something on his doorstep. A small package wrapped in cloth with a torn piece of yellowing parchment pinned to it.

Din gave a frown and bent down to pick up the parcel with his free hand before taking it inside.

The lights flipped on automatically, nearby he could hear the outside generator humming softly to life.

With Grogu still in his arms, sleeping soundly, Din moved over to the large counter which divided up his living quarters from his small kitchen - if you could call it that. Did a single rusty nanowave stove and a refrigerated conservator count as a kitchen?

Placing down the small parcel, the Mandalorian smoothed down the note and read it.

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YOUR DELIVERY AS PROMISED.

I’LL COME BACK FOR PAYMENT TOMORROW.

LYSA

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Din stared at the note for a long few seconds, his gloved fingers smoothing over the writing again, before he moved it aside. And doing his best with just one free hand, he unwrapped the parcel revealing a bounty of sweet breads, loaves, and fruit.

He almost salivated at the sight, before looking back to the note.

For some reason unknown to him at this very moment, Din could feel his heart begin to beat a little faster.

“Come on, kid.” Din Djarin murmured through the smallest whisper of a smile, glancing down at Grogu. “Let’s get you to bed.”

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Sorry it was a very short one. More coming soon though if you’re interested?

Please leave a review and let me know what you thought. Do you guys like it so far?

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Undead Unluck ch.189 thoughts

[I Dream of Juiz-y]

(Contents: Character analysis - Julia and Anna, thematic analysis - nature/justice, predictions)

I talked a lot last week about how Julia's nature should be mostly retained from Juiz's soul, and that seems to have been pretty spot on. Julia is just as earnest, dedicated, moral and courageous as Juiz was, but as one might expect, she doesn't have the same air of confidence and elegance that Juiz had as a result of living for eons on end. Some things can only be gained through experience and aren't inherent to one's personality, so while Julia could become a perfect recreation of Juiz, at the moment she doesn't necessarily know that she has those traits in her at all

For example, Juiz was heavily motivated by her desire to make Victor happy; if Julia can't see herself in a relationship currently and by extension doesn't have a partner, she can't possibly know how far she'd be willing to go for the sake of someone that she loves. We see in this chapter that she's willing to face down a monster that far outclasses her for the sake of a friend, but it's not like she had ever been in a similar situation before. She probably never could have guessed that she'd act like that here, but that was how she was always going to act in that scenario

This is also why it's unavoidable that she's going to become intertwined with the battle against God. Whether she was Unjustice or not, the personality that Julia inherited from Juiz was always going to spur her to action in the face of injustice. The only difference between her being Unjustice and not being is that she'll learn about the world of Negators, and even then she might have found out somehow anyway, and she'd definitely have made an effort to get involved once she knew. She may be happy with her current life, but she never could be the type to learn an unjust truth and leave it be

I would also venture a guess that it's not simply that she "can't see herself in a relationship," but to some extent also that literally no one in that line was ever going to be anywhere near her type. I'm not going to say that she's still loyal to Victor, but I'm confident that meeting Victor would definitely trigger something in her. Sean sure as hell was never going to, though

Side note: very cute that Sean goes crying to Chikara after Julia rejects him. Another branch to the polycule for sure

Tozuka also clearly went out of his way to illustrate the similarities between Julia and Fuuko, as if to remind us that one of the core tenets of Juiz's character thus far has been how similar she is to Fuuko. Not only did the cover page show how their roles have reversed (which I believe I mentioned last week or the week before), but Fuuko and Julia both made the same stereotypical determined shonen pose in this chapter. Not only did this indicate that they behave similarly, but it also showed that Fuuko wouldn't have been as out of place as Nico suggested, as she likely would have been able to forge a connection with Julia almost instantly

Speaking of friends, I'm surprisingly endeared to Julia and Anna's friendship right off the bat. UMA Gold's ability seems to be a take on Unjustice, forcing people with greed in their hearts to act in particular ways in exchange for money - while Unjustice negates one's sense of justice, Gold pushes its limits, tempting one to betray their justice with an increasing amount of riches. However, unlike Unjustice which automatically flips the target's actions to go against their justice and therefore cannot be resisted without completely changing one's values, Gold seems to be resistible based on the value of one's convictions

Case in point, Anna clearly values money, as she specifically helps Julia train in secret in exchange for payment, but while this allows her to be ensnared by Gold and give some information to him against her will, it does not completely rob her of her will, as she is able to clasp her hand over her mouth and refuse to offer any further information. She undoubtedly would have broken eventually, but the fact that she was able to resist at all suggests that for however much she values money, she values Julia more. This definitively makes Anna a great friend for Julia, and makes Julia's decision to step up for her sake that much more relatable

I don't know how much more we'll see of Anna, she'll probably be like Ryo and we'll only see her on rare occasions, but her presence gives a good sense of what's at stake for Julia's personal life if she doesn't fight on the Union's side

I'm also glad that we're seeing little glimpses of Juiz's life through Julia's eyes, as that implies we'll have an avenue to directly have new parts of Juiz's story relayed to us directly, much like Apocalypse dreaming about his conversations with her. Seeing Julia's take on Juiz's experiences, possibly even seeing her remember Juiz's initial tragedy, would be a great way to develop both of them simultaneously, and would definitely make it feel like we didn't just trade Juiz for Julia. I don't know if that's how it's going to happen, but I don't think that Fuuko can explain Juiz's tragedy to Julia, I think she needs to experience it firsthand, and having Juiz's memories embedded in her soul seems like the perfect way to do so

I'm expecting that next week's chapter will be a deep dive into what justice means to Julia, and could possibly compare and contrast her vision with Juiz's, though I guess that could take a few chapters. Either way, I think there's a good chance that they'll be fighting UMA Silver next chapter, as not only did Gold mention a brother, he also wields an axe, a clear reference to the fable of the Honest Woodcutter

In the story, a woodcutter drops his axe in the river and is then asked by the god Hermes (or a river spirit in the Japanese version) if he dropped a gold or silver axe - when the woodcutter is honest and says he dropped a normal axe rather than jumping at the opportunity for riches, he is given all three as a reward. Just like in the story, Gold wields an axe and represents temptation, while Julia represents the moral backbone to resist temptation and do what she believes is right regardless. She didn't seem influenced by Gold at all, so now she needs to be tempted by Silver as well to prove definitively that she has the strength of spirit to always be honest and just no matter what

The real question is what will her first usage of Unjustice look like? Will she accidentally force Anna to give into Silver's temptation? Will she make Anna attack her? Will Gold and Silver be forced to fight each other? Will Fuuko be targeted? This could go a lot of ways, so it's hard to speculate. Regardless, I think we'll get Unjustice next chapter, and I'm extremely excited to see how that affects Julia as a person

Until next time, let's enjoy life

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

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capcavan · 7 months

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Andreil foster home for peculiar charity cases!

Andreil foster home for peculiar charity cases PREV Sorry for taking so long have bit longer one also thanks to amazing edits from @jtl-fics <3

It wasn’t as if Andrew had forgotten that Kevin had moved across town, it was more to put a spotlight on the fact that even with the distance it still, apparently, hadn’t been far enough. Not far enough to stop waltzing into their house uninvited as if he were merely walking into another room of his own home. It had been months since he had moved out of their house and into his own when Jean had made the National team. A few months just wasn’t enough to erase habits built through the years. Routines that he had formed his life around, routines built with the help of two, slightly more functional, men. Living at the nest had robbed Kevin of many ‘common’ things. Simple joys like a long hot shower. Mundane annoyances like standing in line at the grocery store. Obvious things like the knowledge that he could just leave his house at any given moment for no reason. Sensible things like remembering to set up automatic bill payments for his insurance and his car payments.

Kevin had admitted that it hurt whenever his own father’s face twisted whenever Kevin struggled with these ‘common’ things. Wymack was a man who purposefully surrounded himself with tragedy and still was gutted every single time he saw it. Wymack agonized over every hurt kid and Kevin, now 30, was pretty tired of feeling like an injured child. So Andrew had remained Kevin’s go-to person. Most of the time Andrew didn’t even mind it. The big 2 story house with a fenced private garden was Kevin’s playground where he could learn to function and Andrew and Neil had both taken pride in being the family Kevin turned to. “…I was in the neighbourhood, so I thought that I’d make you both a healthy breakfast.” Kevin forges on with the obvious lie and Andrew’s too tired this Sunday morning to contradict him. They all knew that there was no reason for Kevin to be around. There was no ‘in the neighbourhood’ for Kevin Day a man who could only go outside if he had a task. “The closest store is an hour away Kevin.” Andrew reminds Kevin as if the man had not bitched about it mightily when he had lived there. “We could go together and get groceries?” Kevin suggests because he also knows that Sunday morning is when him and Neil usually peel themselves off one another to go buy their groceries for the week. It was funny that Kevin had clung onto this tradition more tightly than any of the others since he’d been the one who had initially put forth the idea of getting groceries delivered. Andrew and Neil had rejected the idea outright both too used to lives where they saved every penny and never wanting hired help to nose around in their private business. If Andrew set something down somewhere then he wanted to be able to categorically blame Neil if it wasn’t where he left it.

#aftg #all for the game #Andreil foster home for peculiar charity cases #kevin day #andrew minyard #cavanww #david wymack

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jxlala · 9 months

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Apartment 512

Oneshot based on the song by Selena-El chico del apartamento 512

>Jake Lockley/f!reader<

This work is originally written in Spanish so I'm sorry if my translation is not enough haha but well I hope you enjoy them

por si quieres leerlo en español

❜ ⌗ . . . . . . . . . ⌗ ❜

Moving, new life, new challenges, London a big city, you definitely left Latam, you looked at your new apartment, you were so excited, everything would go up from now on.

Your interview… average, well, after weeks they called you, you entered, great! At least the salary would be enough to compensate for the apartment, how lucky you were that your family supported you in the payment of 3 months, they were the best.

Finally, after adapting in about two weeks, you felt better, although the cold was the only thing you could hate, and well, in one way or another the owner of the building was sweet, even more than your grandmother, she reminded you but less Latin American, she lived on the 5th floor, strange considering there were only two large apartments in the first floor that looked like houses but you didn't question, you were just getting to know her but you spent most of the day with her, Elloise was so cute, she asked you to you call her Eli, it was the best thing after having dinner and being with her at night watching television.

It was strange the fact that she always had things and shopping bags at the door, you always help her put them away, but whenever you asked her how she carried that alone and she simply said that she was helped, every time you offered to go with her she said that you should concentrate on the job that you had just adapted to this new world.

How quickly time passed, you loved your routine, 5 months already, work, outings and spending time with Eli, everything felt so good, although when she talked that you needed a boyfriend, you were offended that there was not the right one, like any Friday you returned from work a little later than usual and the rain surprised you on the way, with sighs you soaked into the building, should I go see Elloise? But quickly the idea dissipated, trying to accommodate your bag you called the elevator, what a day... The time, almost 11:30 well yes it was later than normal.

Once the elevator door was closed, you came in, God, my face! How could you look so bad? You pressed the number 6th floor, in the mirror you arranged your hair and now you looked like a girl with a sad and soaked face, great! when you were about to reach the third you saw that the floor number 3 was marked and in front of you the door opened, how pathetic you must have seen you, because the handsome man who was in front of you definitely grew a smile, you weresure it was because of your appearance.

He whispered a slight good night, you did not know if you heard a slightly American touch in his voice, you felt nervous, he entered or stood next to you, he was definitely older, out of the corner of your eye you analyzed his appearance, he was so sexy with vibes of old man, his heartthrob vibe, he made you tremble, you always had a crush even when you were on the train, but this one was in your building, how likely was it to find him again?

Time was like a turtle or it was just your nervousness to be next to your next obsession, so close, you felt that the elevator had even his essence you could perceive his masculine scent, your legs trembled , DING! You recovered your consciousness to see how he came out, a detail, he carries a bag of tools, the gesture of goodbye he made with his flat cap, you saw his curls peek cute, but when he came out and approached the door you knew ...

Knock, knock, the door opened – For God's sake! At last, you arrive – he entered, the elevator closed again, you were static.

WHAAAAAAAT? he went to Elloise's apartment, did she know him?! Well it was obvious is the owner after all, when you entered your home everything was automatic until you went to the bathroom, you looked in the mirror, with all your look wet and misaligned.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Why me? These things always happen to me!!! After that cry of relief, you heated the water in your shower and returned to your room to change, undressing and taking a towell you returned to shower, a little rest from your long week, but what you should do now, that is, you knew that she being the owner would know everyone, but if you asked about him she would tell you why you asked about him.

You snorted in your bed, he was very handsome, that aura of maturity, his smile and playful look God, it was more than certain that he was 'a player' a man with such appearance is definitely not alone and if he is sure it is nothing serious, you threw your back to the bed Agh!, you should leave those thoughts, but something inside you wanted to know more than What man! It was your final thought before you fell into the world of dreams.

About two weeks the thought was still in your mind, who was him?, in the end you were not nosy enough to ask Eli, but change that day, as simple as you going to buy a dessert, you looked at the shelves and everything looked delicious, but in the end, you chose orange tarts, deli and easy, how lucky that that place was close to your home, the bad thing is that it was late, a bad time you chose to go fulfill your whim.

Sighing in your thoughts about your work you returned home with tranquility until you saw him while you went around the block approaching the building, it was him, the flat cap and the leather jacket indicated that it was him and mmm that mysterious aura that he emanated, what a bless ... You quickened your pace a little as he approached the front door of your building, you moved quickly.

Your dessert box was swinging so much that sure the tarts were destroyed, but it didn't matter he was so close to you, even if you didn't greet him you just wanted to see him, what a fool you are, too cowardly maybe.

You opened the door as stealthily as you could, as if you had not run half the block, you looked and there was no one at the entrance, you sighed sure he is not, you stood in front of the elevator and called, you wandered a little Why did it take so long? surely someone called, and with a disgusted face the doors opened in your front, showing that man checking the elevator buttons?

He turned and looked at you, sexy – Oh! Sorry I didn't want – your voice wobbled, when you wanted to continue, he spoke – Careless, I was just checking something – from the almost sagging position he was in, he stood up, giving space for you to enter the elevator, with a slight bow of the head you entered when passing by him you realized that he was not too high, maybe 172, maybe a little more, well with your 153 cm you couldn't say much.

-Is the elevator wrong?– You managed to ask once inside, you could not think of a more silly question, you saw that a slight smile approached his lips, cute – Not at all, the owner just asked me to take a look, nothing more – the american accent well then he was not British and that touch that looked slightly latin, how delicious his voice sounded, deep and serious, your body felt electricity for a minute – Ah! Okey, so if I can use the buttons? – you said when your hand was static for a moment in front of the panel.

A slightly mocking laugh came out of him – Of course! – just by existing he was making you fall more and more for him, your reflex hand pressed the number 5 and you waited, you felt nervous, it was silent until the door opened before you, you walked to door 501 on the left side of the hallway Eli's house, you knocked, the footsteps behind you made you nervous was him walking, a "it's open!" you heard behind the door you moved the knob and yes it was open, when you entered and turned around you saw exactly what you wanted, his home, apartment 512.

A big sigh came out of you, you walked in as if it were your house and your face turned in annoyance – Can you tell why the door is open? huh? – Eli going out with his pajama baton coming out of the bathroom, this woman would kill you – It's dangerous it's eleven! What do you do with the door unlocked? – you saw her sit on her sofa like nothing – This is not like in your country, I told you, I am older than you, you can stop being a mother chicken, not even my children are like that with me – grumbling from the sofa to you looking where you were.

You gave her a bad look – Sure, despise my care for you, as always – you opened the box of your desserts and went to the kitchen and served them, switching into the living room and sitting with her – why aren't you sleeping? – you saw that she sighed – I just didn't feel like it… you came too

–Yes well I did, I bought something and wanted to bring it to you – you said making a sign to what you brought, they were silent they watched an action movie on the channel that was on the tv, that silent company was usual among you, I knew that she would not say anything else, you said goodbye after wrapping her in her bed with a kiss and a hug, you left his room, leaving everything tidy just before leaving an idea occurred to you, a smile appeared on your face.

You closed the door of his house carefully and looked into the hallway, not a great soul, now with the oranges in your arms you approached, door 512, and dropped the oranges and left a three near Eli's door and others scattered in the hallway, making it a "!!TUUUUUN!!" sounded when you hit the door, and as fast as you could in that instant you crouched and the door in front of you opened, in your mind this was what you needed – I'm so sorry they fell – feigning some desperation, you picked up the oranges from the floor to put them in your arms, the silhouette in front of you, crouched at your height.

A few hands extended the oranges towards you and they did not seem to be from a man, when you looked up you were surprised to see a woman with curly hair, that beautiful – Let me help you – she pronounces while taking some fruits to help you, you got up, there was a beautiful woman in his apartment so late ... you had no chance, you let yourself be helped and even offered you a bag, you thanked her help without expanding the interaction anymore, you went around the elevator to return home.

You definitely lowered all your spirits, sure it was his girlfriend that otherwise a woman as beautiful as she could be in someone's apartment, you looked at your bed to lie down without desire, well apparently you could not like him if he was taken, they spent weekss trying to forget about that man however it seemed that you saw him more times than before clear not closely, but sometimes you saw it.

Walking through the streets of old London in the direction of your home you saw a couple kissing across the street in front of the apartments, they separated and what you did not expect at all was that the woman you had seen in apartment 512 was kissing with another guy, but you thought she was with ...

-Hey! – she greeted kindly as they both entered the building, a feigned but respectful smile you returned – What's up? – Your heart was beating fast you wanted to get out of there, casually you asked her without really looking interested – Nice, no more problems with oranges? – she pressed the elevator button while the two waited for it to arrive, Was her tone mocking? – heh, no more, thanks for asking

They went in together, she hit the 5th floor and you on the 6th you were not in the mood to see Eli – Do you live here? I haven't seen you before – at least if she was cheating on his boyfriend maybe there was a small chance for you – I don't, actually I come to visit a friend, I'm sure if you know him, his name is Jake – for a moment all that was on your mind was his name, you finally had it and she wasn't his girlfriend, two good things that wonderful.

–Seriously? I've seen him a few times, but we've never been formally introduced – you laughed a little and she accompanied you – I see, but you're going to the sixth floor, don't you live on the fifth? – her question seems strange to you – no – you answered.

-Oh as you were there that day I thought you lived there – there you understood why she was asking you after all – Not at all, I was just going to visit the owner, she lives in 501 so I always visit her – you explained happily, all this conversation was putting you in a better mood, when you turned to look at her you heard a slight murmur from her "that was" – sorry, did you say something?

-Nothing, heh, my name is Layla, by the way – with a smile you also introduced yourself and smiled at her when, they both arrived at the floor, Jake was at the door of his apartment, his face was serious, you felt our eyes collided, in his gaze you felt a change, Layla was the first one who left the small space and you walked slowly to Eli's apartment, you saw that the two of them started talking while you knocked on the door, no one answered that was new, you were about to take your phone out of your bag when you heard your new friend say goodbye to you calling your name, with a gentle wave of your hand you reciprocated.

-She's not here – a voice says back, his voice, you turned quickly with the phone still in your hand – Sorry? – you don't know why you felt a little silly, it was as if you pretended that situation was part of the telenovela – Elloise is not there, she had a meeting with her friends today – how was it possible that he knew that, you check the messages on your phone and it said "don't come today", well now you were like a fool in front of your crush – how do you know she is with her friends? – you asked.

–I took her – you don't expect that, so he sure was the one with the heavy favors, who helped her – I see... you just said, you put your phone away, your name filled your ears, he was calling you by your name – did you need her for anything?

I was just coming to see her as usual — you smiled — but she planted me — a slight laugh escaped from your lips, your heart beat super fast when you were in front of him, although you were surprised by the fact that you weren't stuttering enough.

—Are you the one who is always with her at night? – he questioned – yes – you answered

There was a silence.

—Thank you... She is much better thanks to you – his statement amazes you – her children are already as close to her as before and she was sad most of the time, I was worried, but I could not do anything, but now she is happy and all for you, thank you.

Your face was completely red God he was flattering you right now, you know the situation of Eli she told you herself and although complaining about how clingy you were she appreciated you a lot, and he had a real appreciation for her also because the fact that right now she is telling you all this, God! He was a sensitive man, your heart squeezed – it's nothing, I appreciate her very much, she's like my family now – you smiled back at her comment.

You saw his smile, he extended his hand to you, in the same way you did, but the act that follows you don't expect it at all, you thought he was going to make them shake, it was like in slow motion when you approached your hand and he took it bringing it to his face, near his exquisite lips, and he kissed it, he kiss the back of your hand, if you were red before now even more.

At that moment you were speechless, your mind couldn't process fast enough – I can't believe Elloise has been hiding you from me so long, but thanks to Layla, I know your beautiful name, princesa.

The pumping of your heart seemed to go at 100,000 per second, he had gotten close enough to make you feel even more shy and self-conscious than before, with all his aura and essence surrounding you, he approached your ear slowly.

"Now let me enjoy you, because now that I have you I will never let you go"

He took your hand and led you in the direction his apartment, a big smile lit up his face, you and he were going to enjoy like never before.

Fin

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I don't know if this is well translated, so forgive me

#jake lockley #moon knight #oneshot #jake lockley x reader #jake lockely x you #moon knight x reader #oscar issac characters #oscar isaac

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wowbright · 7 months

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National Clean Your Home Month Day 12

Today was a big production because of the first item on the list:

- I cleaned all my CPAP machine parts that needed cleaning (for the tubing and headgear this generally meant rinse, wash with soap, soak in vinegar-water solution for some of the parts, wash in soap again to get the vinegar smell out, rinse again; the reservoirs got wiped down, soaked and vinegar solution, and then put through a dishwasher cycle in the top rack). I have not been working nonstop on it all day since a lot of it is just waiting around for things to soak, but the project has been going all day. The tubes and headgear aren't dry yet but hopefully by tonight all of them will be. I really need to pay attention to the calendar reminders that tell me to do this in smaller increments on a more regular basis lol.

- Inspired by @likearumchocolatesouffle to make a dent in my online banking and balancing my statements with my registers. A good thing, too, because I found out that the automatic credit card payment that was supposed to go through on Thursday didn't, so even though I don't want to spend any time tomorrow calling up the credit union to complain and try to get any late charges dropped, at least now I know I need to. And I paid it manually.

- Currently soaking the kitchen faucet in vinegar solution because might as well make as much use of it as possible before dumping it down the drain.

- Put away my remaining laundry from Friday/yesterday.

- Put away the bike saddle bag that had dried (the other one is still wet but wow I can nonetheless tell how much cleaner it is than before I washed it)

- Put a rain cover on the bike to store it for winter

- Stared at and thought about the comforter project I mentioned yesterday

The podcasts I listened to while cleaning and things I read while waiting for things to soak/wash:

I listened to the most recent episode of Nobody Should Believe Me, which focused on disheartening breaking news. To get in a better head space, I then listened to the most recent episode of Overcoming Compulsive Hoarding, which was about the pros and cons of ethical consumerism. (The podcaster's main focus is always on how whatever topic she's covering affects people with hoarding disorder, which I don't have, but a lot of what she talks about is applicable to people in other circumstances as well. This week's episode was super thought-provoking, and I know I will keep thinking about it in the coming weeks. I really enjoyed it.)

I stared at Tumblr a lot but then I ran out of new post to read, so I then read Living Bird magazine, which is published by the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. Most interesting articles to me were one about the effects of geomagnetic fluctuations on bird migration and another on the encroachment of woodlands into Nebraskan prairie due to inappropriate land management post-colonization, and how people are now trying to reverse the trend.

Oh, and I posted a new chapter of my fic!

#naclyoho #nobody should believe me #overcome compulsive hoarding podcast #overcome compulsive boarding #living bird magazine #cornell lab of ornithology #wow listens to podcasts

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away-ward · 1 year

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Outside the Lines

Summary: Will commits his first of many felonies for Emory Scott, and she doesn't even know it. But it's fine. Because at least she'll still be around tomorrow.

Setting: pre-canon; Will is in 10th, Emory in 9th. Shortly after the first Devil's Night referenced in Corrupt.

Requested. Got a little out of control and sidetracked, but hopefully it works.

Thank you for reading.

Will

“You’re planning something for the charity case, aren’t you?” Callum Claythorne said, blowing hot breath on the back of my neck.

I moved away, put off by how close he was behind me but didn’t let it show. He laughed under his breath, gaze focused across the room. The sound made my stomach drop for all the wrong reasons.

“Way ahead of you. Just watch.”

I could chill with anyone. Callum hung around often, somewhat popular and didn’t seem to have a problem pulling any girl he wanted. Black hair, kind of watery blue eyes. I didn’t feel anything about him one way or another. Damon, however, had strong opinions. He called Callum Asslicker because of the way he fawned over Michael, and I used to laugh because he had a butt-chin and a habit for licking his lips. But ever since Devil’s Night a few weeks ago, Callum’s obsession over us had gotten worse. It was kind of creeping me out.

He jutted his narrow chin towards the table in the corner. Maybe leaning in the doorway, staring at the table’s single occupant wasn’t the most covert move.

But then, I wasn’t trying to be covert. I wanted her to know I was looking. Wanted her to feel my attention from across the room, like I felt her whenever she entered the building.

She felt it, didn’t she?

Most trips and dances are included in our tuition, but the extracurriculars like the winter ski trip cost something. Student volunteers took shifts collecting payments during lunch and after school, and I knew Emory Scott would be one of those volunteers as part of her work-study program. I stopped by the office to check the schedule to be sure she was the one working when I got my ticket, if only because it meant she couldn’t avoid me.

She’d gotten good at pretending I didn’t exist.

Emmy’s schedule included first lunch shift and a half-hour after school. I waited all week so that the rush would die down as the other students got theirs, giving me more time with her. But as her shift neared its end, so did my window of opportunity. After this, my only possibility was the afterschool shift, but I had practice at the same time.

Vera Armstrong approached to take over for her and I fidgeted by the door, too aware of Callum watching me watch her.

His low voice came from behind. “I’ve seen the way she treats you.”

She’s tough. I gave her everything I had, and she gave me back nothing but vitriol. But God, if I didn’t love that fire that flares up whenever I came close. She didn’t do that for anyone else. If the opposite of love is indifference...and love and hate are two sides of the same coin...then that must make us something, right?

Maybe I’m getting confused; English was never my thing.

Emory dutifully filled out the form on the clipboard that transferred responsibility of the lockbox and card machine over to Vera, and then held it out to her to sign. Ignoring her, Vera took the only chair and pulled her phone from her pocket. Emory waited. I could see her lips move as she tried to goad Vera into cooperating. Nothing worked, and finally Em slammed the clipboard down, along with a key on a spiral wristband.

My eyes automatically followed her as she approached the door. I stood straighter, waiting for the eye contact to come. The girl had me practically salivating like a dog for it, but she just breezed past as if I were invisible.

Damn, that hurt. I grinned, head hanging down. Sometimes, she’s too tough.

But why isn’t she eating? I knew she wasn’t rich like the typical student at TBP, but she could afford a good lunch, right? I had half a mind to follow her and demand to know.

“Watch,” Callum reminded me.

I did as Vera was joined by two juniors, Tommy Price and Bobby Lee. Her eyes lifted from the phone to scan the room as they slipped the lockbox full of student’s checks, and the receipt pouch, into a backpack and then disappearing into the crowd. Once they were gone, Vera called the teacher watching the lunch period over. Lots of hands waving and looks of confusion followed. It didn’t take a genius to guess what she was saying.

Stealing school property violated the student code of conduct.

I turned back to Callum, hooding my eyes. “You arranged this?”

He smirked, lifting his shoulder casually. “Not everyone in this place is useless, bro. I’ve seen you watching the charity case. Knew I could help you remind her of her place.”

Bro? I cocked my head. Was he trying to impress me? Hoping I’d go back to the guys and tell them how awesome he is? Because I’m the fun one who loves people.

Running my tongue along the edge of my teeth, I took all I had not to slam him into the wall. That wouldn’t be enough, though.

“Where’s the box being kept?” I asked Callum, serious for once, hoping that he didn’t read into my voice any.

The smug bastard grinned. Good. “It's in a safe place. We’re still working on getting her combination, but after that, we’ll put it in hers.” He laughed and nudged me with his elbow. “Let’s see her brother get her out of this. He’s all for justice when it’s one of us, but I bet when it’s his own family, he’ll drop the act.”

I couldn’t care less about her brother. He’s just a petty patrol officer handing out tickets for broken taillights and whatever. Of course, he’d back up his sister. It was the other thing he said that pricked me. One of us. Was he talking about the school, or did he really think he could work his way into our crew? That he could cozy up to me and we’d just welcome him?

Fuck that. That's not how this worked.

Patting Callum on the shoulder, I gave him a firm squeeze, imagining it was his neck. “Nice, man,” I said and walked away, slipping my phone out of my pocket.

My first text was to the kid that worked in the office. A quiet freshman and good kid, before his first kickback when I gave him my last blunt. Now, he looks at me as if I’m some sort of benevolent god. I tell him to ignore anyone else seeking information on Emory Scott, promising something in it for him if he follows through. Next, I texted the guys to meet me outside by the cars.

Kai and Michael were already there by the time I made it to student parking. Michael sat in the trunk of his G-Class, propping his leg up to rest his arm on his knee while Kai leaned against the frame of his fancy new Jeep. I couldn’t wait until it got its first scratch so he would stop babying it. I wanted to take that thing out and see what it could do. Exciting stuff, getting older. My birthday was still months away, but I already had an idea of what I wanted.

One thing I knew for sure, the truck I brought home was going to get dirty real quick.

And I had other plans for it, too.

Damon walked up last. “What are we doing out here? I’m starving.”

He was nowhere to be seen during lunch, but none of us pointed that out. Michael tossed a protein bar from the duffle bag in his trunk. He caught it and tore into the silver wrapper. He gave me a once over as he chewed through his first bite, lips curling back in a sneer. "What's pissed you off?”

“Nothing, I’m good,” I shrugged, and stuffed my hands in my pant pockets. “Get this, Claythrone thinks he’s got what it takes to run with us.” I chuckled as Damon groaned with annoyance. He really hated that guy.

Michael’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“He just bragged about this lame-ass prank he pulled on Emory Scott,” I said, kicking some loose gravel in an attempt to look casual about it.

“The scholarship kid?” Kai asked.

I nodded.

“What’d he do?” he continued. I forced myself to ignore the note of concern in his voice. Kai cared about people. Like genuinely cared.

I told them what I’d seen and what he told me, laying out his entire idea. I laughed, “He thinks we’d be impressed.”

“The fuck,” Damon scoffed under his breath, tossing the wrapper to the wind and bringing a cigarette to his lips. “Like that’s so hard. She can’t even cash the checks. They’re made out to the school.”

Kai’s eyebrows pinched, glaring at Damon for any number of reasons. “She could still get expelled for stealing.”

“Emory’s smarter than that,” I ground out, tired of them talking about her like it was even a possibility.

“Oh, she is, yeah?” Kai asked. His eyes shone with humor, and I hated the fact that I was being so obvious. It’s not that they couldn’t know that I loved her. I just wanted to keep her to myself for a while. I didn’t want anyone’s attention on her, especially not Kai’s. He’s too likable.

His approval was in my favor, though, because I needed all the reasons to persuade Michael to action. I’d move without him, of course. Contrary to rumor, we didn’t need his permission to do anything. It’s just more fun with the four of us together.

“Who fucking cares about the girl,” Damon asked, watching me. When I gave him nothing, he moved on, looking to Michael. “Claythorne, however, needs to be dealt with.”

Damon was right. Callum wanted to be one of us. He’d probably bought his own mask already. But he didn’t understand Devil’s Night or what we were doing.

We weren’t causing chaos and havoc just because we could…

Actually...that’s exactly why we were doing it.

Michael wanted Devil’s Night and the masks to remind us to live like nothing was off limits. We could spend our entire life dying inside the boundaries and lines society drew for us. Or we can really live the way we wanted, with all the mischief and mayhem that we could bring. Nothing was really forbidden if we wanted it enough.

We brought our people along of course, but there was never any question about who was leading the celebration. Because that’s what it was – a celebration of being young and alive and unburdened by society’s expectations.

That’s what Callum Claythorne didn’t get. We weren’t bullying or hazing people. Especially not those less fortunate than us. That’s not fun and it wasn’t what we were about. Anyone who punched down deserved to have their ass owned.

Michael looked at the school. Our school. Then back to me. “Got any ideas?”

***

An hour later, we circled the principal’s brand-new Lexus. Black hoodies and masks all the way, it took no time at all for Damon to get the keys from his office and drive it off school property. Kai and Michael grabbed set paint from the Theater’s Set and Prop room, while I got the last crucial item before Michael drove us to connect with Damon about two miles on the highway going away from town.

On the way, I texted Callum, asking him to meet us outside Sticks for a little fun. He texted back that he was on his way. Too bad we went in the opposite direction. We drove until we saw the silver car parked on the side of the road, close to the tree line and Michael pulled in behind it.

“This feels stupid,” Kai said as he got out of the passenger side. I couldn’t see his face through his silver mask, but I could image his expression: unimpressed.

“It’s supposed to,” Damon chimed in. “We’re not exactly dealing with a criminal mastermind.”

Michael steps forward, offering me the first can of paint from the back of the G-Class. “Honors,” he said.

I popped the top, revealing the deep blue inside. Stepping up, I take a second to admire just how much we’re going to fuck up this pretty car.

“Do you think his insurance covers Horsemen?” I joked, before swing back and letting the paint fly. After that, it’s free for all. Someone slashed the tires; another went at the leather seats. The sound of it ripping was like a song. It was Damon that drew an erect dick on the hood.

When the paint was all gone and the car thoroughly trashed, we stepped back to examine our handiwork, lifting our masks up and tucking them into the hoods. Damon swung an arm over my shoulder, pulling me close. “Happy now?”

I nodded, smiling big. A little property damage is good for the soul. “But I also kinda want to set it on fire,” I said, imagining the smoke rising off the scorched metal.

That got two responses at the same time. One from Damon, who said, “Fucking pyro,” and went for his lighter because he loves to make me happy.

The other was from Kai, who growled, “Absolutely not,” because he’s still concerned about getting arrested and what his daddy would say.

It was Michael who looked at the woods next to us and frowned. “Not this close to the trees. I don’t want to start a real fire.”

I shook my head. Seriously. How could he be so wild one minute and boring the next?

But then he proved he had something more in him. “Next time,” Michael promised, making me smile again. “Bigger than this.”

Damon approached Kai, running a hand under Kai’s jaw, pinching his chin. “It’s gonna happen eventually, you know,” he sang.

Kai slapped Damon’s hand away, but I came in right after, drawing Kai close by wrapping my arm around his neck and laughing, “Don’t worry, if we do get arrested, your pretty face will finally come in handy.”

“Bitch,” he called me, twisting out of my grasp.

Damon clutched the front of his pants. “Which is what you’ll be for some big hairy man.”

Michael and I laughed as Kai went at him. Damon could throw a punch, but Kai trained since childhood. It was never really a fair fight. I could even throw Damon down when I wanted to, which is how I knew Kai pulled his strength to toy with him.

“Alright,” Damon grunted, struggling in Kai’s chokehold while he chuckled in Damon’s ear. “Let go, or I’ll tell your dad you wear shoes in the house when he’s not home.”

“Say please,” Kai taunted.

“Fucker.”

Kai rolled his eyes but let him go, shoving him away.

Damon flipped him his middle finger, but even I could tell he was in a good mood.

We shed the jackets, hiding them in Michael’s ride. He’d burn them later, stained with paint as they were. Before we left, I tossed Callum’s wallet by the tire. Easy to see, but not like it was planted. As we got closer to the school, Kai placed the call in to the police station from a burner phone.

“Those damn hellions are at it again,” I shouted while Kai tried to turn away so they didn’t catch my voice. I howled when he hung up, hyped and ready for more. Always ready.

We’d only missed one period after lunch, but I had that office kid mark our attendance so it wouldn’t count against us. I promised myself to learn his name since he kept coming in clutch. Walking through the halls, we passed the office. I happened to glance through the windows to see Emory Scott sitting on the bench outside the principal’s door, her bag sitting at her side.

She’d been kept from class. Kai’s words from before about her getting expelled came back and that pissed me off all over again. I already had limited access to her. Take school away and I had nothing.

It took less than an hour for the cops to show up outside the school. The four of us spared each other discreet glances as we waited to see who was called – us or him. After getting through our first class without hearing our names on the intercom, we knew the plan had worked. It was confirmed when the rumors of Callum’s escapade started circulating, and then blew up when they found the lockbox exactly where I knew it would be.

His locker. Because he’s an idiot that keeps the evidence on him instead of a neutral location behind a lock no one else as the combination or key to. Duh.

It wasn’t enough, though. I still needed to see Emmy; to know she’d be here tomorrow. I searched for her between classes. Even the back of her head would have been enough to calm me, but as the students flooded the halls, I couldn’t find any sign of her.

“Tell me something,” Michael said as we stood outside the door of our last class of the day.

I glanced from side to side, looking either direction down the hall even though she never came up this way. Focusing on him, I paused. He leaned back against the hall of lockers, brown hair fanning over his lighter eyes, looking at me like he knew something.

“What’s up?” I asked casually.

“Was it all for the girl?”

All for her? Did I really drag my friends out of school and to go after another student, simply because he threatened a girl who wouldn’t give me the time of day?

I blew out a breath, unable to hold back my stupid smile. “Yeah.”

"Was it worth it?"

"I guess we'll see." He’s gonna nail me for this. I couldn’t imagine Michael ever losing his head over a girl. I felt like I lived in a hurricane whenever I thought of Emmy; alive and yet out of control. He'd never survive this feeling.

Instead, he smirked. “I get it,” he said, lifting from the lockers and going into class just as the bell rang. Then he stopped, preventing me from following him, looking at me over his shoulder. “Have fun, Will, just don't become her puppet. Control it.”

I laughed as I followed him to our seats. Too late.

***

I was out of my seat just before the final bell, before Michael or the teacher could say anything. “Cover for me,” I told him, ducking around students getting their still shit together.

I needed to be on the court in fifteen minutes, which means I needed to book it down to the cafeteria if I wanted to get a second with Emmy before getting punishment laps.

Slowing down in the hall before the double doors, I hesitated. What if she wasn’t in there?

My heart stopped as I rounded the corner.

There she was, already at the table. The lockbox and receipt pouch had been returned. The room was mostly empty, save for a few lingering around the vending machines at the other end of the room.

Her face didn’t lift from the textbook in front of her as I approached, but I saw her thin shoulders pull up to her ears and then relax down. So, she knew I was here.

I waited, time limit forgotten, for her to look up.

She flipped the page. “You need something?”

Yeah, I need something. Look at me.

“Tickets.”

Emmy finally looked up, brow dipping, and frowned. “Tickets,” she asked, drawing out the s, “as in plural?”

“Yeah, that’s what it means,” I said, pulling my wallet out and getting my card.

Neutralizing her expression, Em busied herself with the card machine. “How many?”

“Two.”

She didn’t bat an eye. “That’ll be three thousand.”

I held my card out to her. “Save you a seat on the bus.”

“I’m sure your date would love that.”

“She probably wouldn’t,” I laughed. “She can’t seem to stand my company at all.”

She paused, studying me. I could tell she wanted to say something by the way her eyes searched my face, but there were too many things she wouldn’t give voice to. She had too many walls.

“I’m not going,” she ventured slowly, “I don’t ski.”

I placed my hands on the table and leaned down so I can get closer to her. There’s nowhere for her to go. “There’s always the lodge where you can read by the fire or whatever it is you enjoy.”

“Throwing darts at pictures of the people I hate,” she interjected, giving me a pointed look.

“And then at night, we’ll share a hot chocolate. I’ll kiss the whipped cream off your nose.”

Emory gave me a mocking smirk, leaning forward. “And later I kiss it off of other place?”

One could dream.

“Please. You’re a cliché, William Grayson III, and I am unimpressed.” She tilted the machine towards herself so I couldn’t see what she was doing as she ran my card, handing it back to me. The machine beeped and my receipt rolled out. She ripped the edge and held it out to me. I didn’t take it.

“Why do you always say my full name like that,” I asked.

“Because it’s a mouthful.”

Automatically, I spat out, “So are other things.” I knew that was only going to make it worse, but I’d gotten the sense I already lost anyway. Why not go the extra mile to piss her off even more? At least then, she’d still be thinking of me after I left.

She glared over the rim of her dark glasses. “I say your full name because you’re a legacy, not someone I want to be friends with. And it’s a stupid name. The third.” She made a disgusted face. “Who does that to their kid?”

I lifted my shoulder. “I’m gonna name my kid William. He’ll be the fourth.”

She rolled her eyes, grumbling, “Of course, you are.” Wagging the receipt at me, she snapped, “Do you want this or not?”

I took it, quickly checking to make sure of what I already knew; she only charged me for one ticket, not two. “We could’ve had fun,” I told her, stuffing it my pocket.

She’d already started reading again. “I’d rather cut off my own legs than be trapped on top of a mountain with the lot of you.”

Well, at least she wasn’t limiting it to just me this time. That was something.

I stared at the top of her head, feeling unresolved even though she gave a clear sign she was done with me. I began to lean forward, pulled down by something. At the same time, Emmy picked up her head, seeming startled that I was still so close.

For the first time in a while, I got to see the details of her eyes up close. Dark brown and swimming, reminding me of the hot chocolate she wouldn’t share with me. Her lips fell open in a short gasp. I was near enough to feel the soft burst of air that rushed out. Her frizzy hair came forward, nearly covering her face and I raised my hand to…touch it? Brush it back? I just needed…

“Callum Claythorne was arrested,” she whispered.

I didn’t touch her. Not yet. “I know. For vandalizing the principal’s car.” They wouldn't hold him for long but at least he should have gotten the message.

Emory rolled her lips, looking to the side. “They called my brother and I thought…” She blinked and shook her head. “But then the detectives arrived and when he was clearing out his locker, they found the lockbox.”

She was relieved she wasn’t going to be expelled, otherwise she wouldn’t be telling me this. She was just talking because I was listening. Still, my heart burst because it was me she confided in.

Her gaze returned to mine. “Did you have anything to do with Callum?”

I tilted my head.

“I saw you standing with him right before the box went missing,” she clarified. “Did you…”

She looked terrified of the answer, no matter what it would be. Yes or no, it wasn’t good news for her.

My lips twitched with a smile as I finally let my finger connect with the front strands of her hair, hooking it and slowly drawing it back to hook around her ear. From there, I dragged it back along her jaw, in awe of how soft and gold her skin was.

She didn’t move, watching me with wide eyes.

Why? Because I can. But that wasn't

“You should know, I would never let anyone hurt you,” I explained. “No one. Anything you need or want, you only need to ask for it.”

She licked her lips. Was she processing this? Did she finally get it?

"Why?"

Why, she asked. Why would I want to give her anything she wanted? Do anything and everything for her? Commit a felony for her? Nothing was out of bounds when it came to Emmy Scott. "Because I can."

I rubbed my thumb on the edge of her jaw, keeping her eyes on me. “What do you want, Em? You want to go on the trip?”

“I-I want…” she breathed, eyelids fluttering.

“Yes?”

“I want,” she repeated. Then she withdrew, that same hard glare returning, and she pulled away from my grasp. My hand closed on air. “I want you to leave me alone.”

It took me a minute, but I managed to swallow all the pain and hide it. Knocking my fisted knuckles against the table, I looked at her, meeting her glare with my usual cheer. “You can have anything you want,” I said with a smile, “except that. Another time, then.”

I stepped back, making sure her eyes stayed on me until I was good and ready to break contact. I was so late for practice I’d probably die doing laps, but it was more than worth it. Because I think I won this round.

***

Honestly, this got way out of hand. At some point I stopped trying to match Will's voice as close as possible and just tried to make it fun. Let me know if it worked.

I may come back later and work on the Emory part. For some reason, no matter the word processor I used, every time I wrote out that part, it got deleted. There's like five different versions of that scene floating around out there, forever lost to us. If I do change anything, I will note the edit at the top.

Thanks to everyone who showed interest in this and patiently waited for me to finish. Hope it was worth it.

Sorry for any mistakes or typos. Feel free to point them out.

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HOLY SH*T!

Okay, waaaaay late reaction, because I was too busy trying to process what the F*CK just happened, because HOLY SH*T!

HOLY F*CKING SH*T!

Look.

I'm gonna say it.

I am.

Season 3 is still my favorite. Void!Stiles is still my favorite villain, and all of the whump and hurt/comfort that Season 3 had as a result of that was amazing. Plus, most of my favorite Sciles moments are in Season 3.

HOWEVER.

Season 4 100% has the BEST writing and storytelling that Teen Wolf has had as of yet.

Like, obviously, there are two more seasons after this, and I still have two episodes to finish out this season, but given everything that I've seen so far....NONE of the writing up to this point can compare to this. Absolutely none of it.

I mean, the PUZZLE PIECES here. The THOUGHT that went into this. The twists and the secrets and the reveals and the THEMES...

If Season 3 wasn't as Sciles heavy as it was, Season 4 would 100% be my favorite.

Sorry not sorry.

And maybe I'll take that back when I finish out the season, because maybe I'll be disappointed by the ending, but given how well they've been doing so far...I doubt that.

I mean, in this episode alone, we get...

The amazingness that is Derek's speech. "Then let's send a message. Let's make something perfectly clear to anyone with a copy of that list. It doesn't matter if they're professional assassins, hunters, or an amateur who just picked up a gun. Anyone who thinks they can hunt and kill us for money, is gonna be put on another list. Our list. They get to be a name on our deadpool." (I cheated and copied that from the transcript, but it was too good not to.)

The reveal that Meredith was behind this under Peter's indirect orders, followed by the still present confusion over who is really manipulating who between the two of them. (My vote goes to Peter, by the way, because he is obviously WAY more complacent in this than he is letting on.)

The immense trust that all of these characters have in each other as they all do their parts to try to stop this--Noah and Parrish trusting Lydia and letting Peter go, everyone on the deadpool trusting Scott and company to protect them, Meredith trusting Lydia to do the right thing despite everything her brain is telling her, Stiles trusting Malia's instincts in the lake house room, and Stiles trusting Lydia when it came to the floor and the wine--and how all of that allows them to keep each other safe and finally stop the deadpool, HOPEFULLY once and for all. (But there are two more episodes, so who the f*ck knows at this point.)

The puzzle pieces and discoveries of all of the effort that had to go into making this deadpool--Peter manipulating Meredith, the automatic payments from behind the lake wall, the not-really-wine stain (or rather, lack thereof), the slew of hunters and assassins that were being sent out, and the not-yet-fully-figured-out partnership between Kate and Peter. (I mean, seriously. I've gotten really good at predicting this show in a lot of ways, and although I was definitely still suspicious of Peter, there is NO way I could've seen ALL of THAT coming.)

And then honestly, probably my personal favorite, the persistent reminder that being a monster doesn't mean you have to act like a monster, and that although so many of them are "violent creatures", who constantly fear that their natures will take over, it's their love and kindness and loyalty and protectiveness and trust and hearts that will keep them from ever fully crossing that line. (Though, I will say, Scott was scaring me QUITE a bit, and I'm soooo glad Stiles, Malia, and Lydia managed to stop the deadpool so that the cell phone ringing could snap him out of it, 'cause that was a LITTLE too close...).

And on top of ALL of that, we still get all of our amazing relationships--familial, romantic, platonic, and everything in between--and some amazing character growth and character moments that just make the season even better than it already is.

I mean, seriously, what more could you want??

And now, I'm gonna stop typing there, because I am honestly just soooo eager to keep going, and I REALLY need to make sure Peter doesn't kill Scott (which I think will be easy to avoid, because he has a whole pack to protect him gosh darnat--also f*ck you, Peter), and honestly, I just 100% need to see how this ends.

Soooo many good things in that episode (so many good things in this SEASON!!!), but this is the gif we're going with, because YES!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Season 4, Episode 11, here we come!!

(I adored this theme with every fiber of my being when it was in Supernatural, and I love it EVEN MORE in Teen Wolf. <3 <3 <3 <3)

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