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joelmillerisapunk · 4 months

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↳ Hello, starshine, and welcome to my lil blog. I hope you enjoy your time here. Please read the warnings before reading any of my fics they all contain 18+ content. I hope you can find your cup of tea below. This blog is a safe space for everyone. Hop on in my inbox, let's be friends. And a big tysm to @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics for the dividers 💚

↳ About me: I'm Odette, she/they, too bi to function (👀), I own a farm and rescue the sweetest cows. Basically, living Joel's sheep rancher dreams. K bye love you.

↳ Discord: My personal discord is open to anyone, love making friends 🥰 @joelmillerisapunk

Joel Miller

my dirty little secret ~ bfd/daddy!Joel

↳ summary: Joel's tired of being hard all the fucking time while you're around and gives you a taste of your own medicine.

I'll never stop makin' you feel this good ~bfd/dom!Joel

↳ summary: After returning to your hometown, you reconnect with your childhood friend Sarah and her father Joel, a retired firefighter. As you spend time with him, you can't deny the spark between you, and soon you find yourself on a date with Joel, where things quickly heat up and the chemistry between you becomes impossible to ignore.

who's your daddy? ~ daddy!Joel

↳ summary: You're feeling down after a long week of unsuccessful dating app swipes, but Joel's "daddy effect" makes you feel desired and loved. You spend the night at his mansion, basking in his attention and care.

dirty daddy ~daddy/dbf!Joel

↳ summary: Congratulations, you've just earned yourself a daddy, albeit not for being a good girl.

crush ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: You find a way to have your way with your best friends dad

you got me thinkin' nonsense ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: Joel's asked to watch you and your parents' house while they're away, and boy, does he take watching you seriously.

without warning ~ dbf, creepy!Joel

↳ summary: You find yourself in an unexpected situation with Joel, your family's friend, and longtime acquaintance. But when the dust settles, you're left wondering if things will ever be the same between you two again. Will you be able to move past this moment, or will it forever change your relationship with Joel?

bad idea, right? ~ dad's boss!Joel

↳ summary: The thrill of sneaking around and the intense physical pleasure are difficult to forget, but the guilt and shame that accompany them can not be ignored. You find yourself questioning whether your actions were justified and whether you should risk it again.

pregame play ~ dbf/dom!joel

↳ summary: During a game day gathering at your house, one thing leads to another, and you find yourself in the bathroom with Joel Miller, one of your dads best friends. As you cross the goal line, you're with a newfound understanding of your own desires

candy hearts ~ outbreak!joel x reader

↳ summary: You find Joel the perfect Valentine's gift

unbelievable ~ mechanic!Joel

↳ summary: The 'I can fix more than your car' trope

a sweet arrangement ~ sugardaddy!Joel

↳ Summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy app. What's the worst that could happen?

free use, full plate - no outbreak au

↳ summary: Joel takes out his frustration on your pussy after a long day at work.

divide my legs like a mathematician ~dbf!Joel x virgin!reader

↳ summary: Joel takes your virginity by the pool

girl next door ~ neighbor!Joel

↳ summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

daddy please! ~ daddy!Joel

↳ summary: It's that time of day, the one where Joel edges you for as long as he can.

Subscribe ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: When Joel accidentally stumbles upon your only fans, he convinces himself he's only subscribing to help you through college. And then you send him his top-tier subscriber personal video and he's fucked because you don't even know it's him your dad's best friend.

I'm down bad, fuck it if I can't have him. ~dbf!Joel

↳ summary: In the intimate confines of Joel's home, you navigate the complexities of an open relationship, discovering the liberating power of vulnerability and desire under the watchful eye of his wife.

Sugar Daddy AU Masterlist

↳ summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy dating app, what's the worst that could happen?

Soft!Daddy Travel Diaries AU

↳ summary: you find comfort and care in the arms of an older lover, feeling safe and loved in their presence. And then he fucks you around the world.

Beach Daddy Masterlist

↳ Summary: You go on the vacation of a lifetime aboard your friend Sarah's yacht, but when you get there, you discover Sarah is engaged to your ex-boyfriend.

The only good thing about this trip is Joel. He's kind, considerate, and handsome. And you think he might be interested in you too. But he just so happens to be Sarah's dad.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #tommy miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #tlou #joel miller smut #joel miller #about my blog

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back2bluesidex · 25 days

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Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 6 (18+)

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok.

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, smut

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD!! Explicit sex, hair pulling, tit slapping, nipple play, body worshipping, doggy style, protected sex, Hoseok is just so whipped for her, confessions, mina makes an appearance, multiple orgasms, argument, drama!!! NSFW!!!

Word count: 4.1k+

Taglist requests are closed.

Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write. I hope it's fun to read for you too. Please let me know what you think of it.

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Chapters:-

Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

It’s been long since you had any physical action.

Jungkook was far too unattached for the last couple of months of your relationship that he couldn't offer more than a few kisses and touches.

And then when he left, you were far too drained to give yourself a moment of release.

So, this can be a reason why you currently feel that you are being touched for the first time ever. This can be a reason why your skin is ablaze, your heart is pounding so hard that you can hear it in your ears and your panties getting soaked at the speed of light.

Hoseok groans in your mouth when you manage to slide your tongue inside of his. He tastes like the red wine you two just had. But he feels like everything you have been missing in your life.

“Stay the night.” Hoseok whispers in your mouth, parting for a second. A string of saliva connecting both of you.

“Should I?” you reply breathlessly.

And then you are kissing him again. His hands hold you steadily by your hip, squeezing your ass occasionally.

“But first, let’s keep these away.” you murmur in his mouth and he groans in affirmation.

Parting from your lips again, Hoseok places a quick peck on your mouth and takes the wine glass from your hand. When he exits the balcony to keep the glasses on the dishwasher, you follow him.

Calling Hoseok only handsome would never be justified.

You stare at him thirstily as he puts the glasses inside the dishwasher. His forearm veins flexing with every movement he makes. The black turtleneck is tight around his well-built chest. His dark styled hair has come loose around his forehead so a few strands are covering his eyes.

You start blushing but not because you are horny. It’s more than that.

No matter how independent you are, you have always wished to have a small family. Some people, who you would always come back to. Someone of your very own.

And you have always pictured Jungkook with you in those moments.

But now, when you have a glimpse of what you could have in future (only if Hoseok feels the very same way), you feel greedy.

You want to wake up in the morning beside Hoseok, kiss him good morning, take Sua out of her bed, kiss her too, and at night you want to tuck her to her bed, kiss her good night and end your day in Hoseok’s arms.

You don’t know if it’s right for you to ask all these and you don’t even want to think of that. For now, you know you are in love with the man in front of you.

You know he is attracted to you too, and it probably doesn’t match the intensity you possess for him. But for now, you want to live in this feeling. It’s been long since you have felt anything akin to butterflies and you want to enjoy it all as long as it lasts.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” It's Hoseok who speaks. He takes a step towards you.

“Am I?” you mirror his actions.

“Yes. very much.” he takes a hold of your hand and places a kiss on top of it, “so much so that I want to make you mine… only mine.”

Hoseok intertwines his fingers with yours, making your heart go even wilder. You can’t remember the last time when you felt this loved, this cherished, this much adored.

His eyes stay on yours. You can’t find the least bit of mockery in those. His words are sincere, he is sincere and right now, you can read him like an open book.

Placing your other hand on his cheek, you whisper, “then.. What’s stopping you from doing so?”

His skin is smooth much like his words.

Hoseok halts his movements at your question. His eyes flood with emotions that are not quite positive. You know what he might be thinking. And you want to dismiss his thoughts as soon as possible.

“I- I don’t see why you would want someone like me? I am in my thirties, a single father on top of that. You can have hotter younger guys swooning over you, offering you the world and what not. And me? I can only offer you myself, my love and Sua as a bonus. That’s all.”

You smile at his admission. He probably thought his words would discourage you from stepping towards him. But in reality you fall for him even more.

Encircling your hands around his neck, you reply, “and what if that’s more than enough for me? What if that’s all I want? You, your love and Sua as a bonus? Will you make me yours then?”

“I have been alone for far too long, Y/N. and… and I might not let you go if we step into this. I might never let you slip away from me. Will you be okay with that?”

“I will love that, Hoseok. I.. I have come to like you a lot in the past few weeks. And would love to fall for you in the near future.” you connect your forehead with his.

“Too bad, because it took me only the first glance to fall head over heels for you.” as soon as his confession ends, his lips find yours.

This time the kiss is slow.

Hoseok takes his time to explore every corner of your mouth while caging you between himself and the kitchen counter.

You kiss him with utmost sincerity as well.

Hoseok bites down on your lower lip, making you release a low moan. His kisses shift to your jaw, then to the column of your throat, painting bruises all over your skin.

His hands find their way to your thigh. And within a moment he lifts you up and sits you on the counter.

Slotting himself perfectly in between your legs, Hoseok nips on your throat.

“Hoseok” you moan breathily.

Hoseok’s hands venture underneath your dress, discovering your bare thigh. Your breath hitches when his fingers reach closer to your leaking core.

Just when he is about to touch you there, the door lock chimes in.

Hoseok detaches his mouth from your skin. You can see all the color from his face start draining as he whips his head to look towards the main entrance.

“Hoseok” a high pitched voice comes out of the narrow passage that leads to the door. And at once you know who it can be.

Her stilettos clink against the marble floor as she invites herself inside.

You don’t make any effort to demount the kitchen counter or shoving Hoseok away from your body. You stay still, holding him by his arm and so does he.

“Hoseok, why didn’t you-” the woman comes into your sight wearing a tight bodycon dress that certainly emphasizes her curves a lot.

You gotta admit the fact that she is indeed pretty. And if you’re a tiny bit jealous then it’s a discussion for another day.

“Mina! What the hell? How do you know my passcode?” Hoseok screams at her. But she is too busy scanning the position that you and Hoseok are in.

“That’s not important now, Hoseok. Who is she?” she points her finger towards you.

“Why are you here?” the man asks calmly now.

“Because you won’t reply to my texts or receive my calls! And I suppose she is the reason why?”

“Mina. Let’s talk about it later. I need you to leave now, you can see I am busy.”

“Who is she, Hoseok?” Mina asks again, determined to know your identity.

Hoseok looks at you.

Maybe he is hesitant to name your relationship and it’s natural. You are definitely not only in a professional relationship with him anymore but you are nothing more than a person he just kissed.

So you decide to answer on behalf of him, “I am Su-”

“She is my girlfriend.” Hoseok cuts you off.

Damn! Did he just call you his girlfriend?

When you look up at him, he is already smiling at you, “she is my permanent.”

You two are too busy staring into each other’s eyes that you don’t see the third figure bolting out of the door and banging it way too loudly. Before you can register it and say something, Hoseok is picking up where he left off earlier.��

His hands work faster this time, undoing the knot of your dress and pulling the cloth away from your body. Your dress falls limp on his feet.

Your hands grab Hoseok’s turtle neck as if they are on auto-pilot and tug it out of his slacks. He helps you in undressing himself.

As soon as his honeyed skin comes into view, you start salivating.

“Fuck! Is it really legal for you to be this sexy?” you speak the words out loud. Your hands explore the expanse of his chest, his stomach, his torso.

“Why? Are you going to report me?” Hoseok chuckles, trying to tear your hands away from himself so that he can see you properly.

“I might… report you to my bedroom.” You place a kiss on his throat.

He groans, finally grabbing your wrist, he pins those on your back and says, “I’m one hell of an attorney. I know how to win cases.”

He swiftly unclips your bra and takes the article off your body.

“Holy shit! Y/N! You are so fucking gorgeous!” Hissing at the sight of your bare chest, Hoseok garbs your right tit with his free hand.

“So big! Damn! I bet your nipples will taste heavenly on my tongue!”

His praises turn you on beyond repair, so you whine.

He takes your left nipple inside his mouth. At first he rolls his tongue on the bud and then he starts sucking it. His sucks are so powerful that the action produces loud wet sounds. You bite back a moan even though it’s tough to do so.

“Come on, baby! Let me hear you.” Hoseok speaks into your tit. His saliva runs down your bosom.

“B-but Sua is-”

“Her room is upstairs, remember?”

“O-Oh. I completely forgot you fucked Mina neumerous tim- Ah” a bite of sharp teeth on the sensitive skin of your nipple restricts you from completing the sentence.

Hoseok slaps on your other tit harshly and bites on your nipple again.

“Hoseok!” you let out a thunderous moan.

When he finally leaves you tits, those are covered in red, purple bruises.

Hoseok winds a hand around your naked waist and picks you up easily. You wrap your legs around his torso, letting him take you to his bedroom.

On other times you would take a look at the decoration of someone’s bedroom as that tells a lot about a person. But right now you can only think of Hoseok’s body, his mouth and those damned set of fingers.

He drops you onto his plush bed and hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear. Once those are discarded, he takes off his own slacks.

His strong thighs make you wanna ride him till you come undone. But then your eyes fall on his bulge. The anticipation of his rock hard cock filling you up makes your head spin.

“Let me see you, baby!” Hoseok cooes at you and only then you realize, you have been clenching your thighs and blocking the views.

Hoseok urges your legs open. Hungrily staring at your leaking core, he licks his lips.

“Fuck! The most beautiful cunt of the most woman I have ever seen. You are a fucking goddess! I will worship the ground that you walk on.” Hoseok groans briefly before he dives down into your heat.

As soon as his mouth comes in contact with your cunt, you start seeing stars.

He kisses your mound, then your folds and then your clit. He takes it into his mouth and sucks the bundle of nerves as his life depends on it.

And when he enters a finger into your core, you feel your heat building.

His tongue plays with your clit as two of his fingers plunge into your hole at a rhythmic pace. It’s too much to take, so you voice, “Ho-Hoseok! I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Yes darling. Cum on my mouth.” he takes out his fingers from your hole and replaces those with his tongue. His fingers do the job of drawing tight eight figures on your clit in the meantime. And as a result, he rips out one of the best orgasms you have ever had. Your scream accompanies your release as you cum in Hoseok’s mouth.

“So sweet. So fucking sweet.” Hoseok stands on his feets.

You are so fucked out already that you miss the moment when he releases his cock from its confinement and strokes it twice.

When your eyes finally fall on his naked body, you start getting wet again.

“Oh god, Hoseok!” you try to sit up and take a hold of his meat.

Wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, you give a kitten lick and wipe away his pre-cum. Hoseok shudders with your touch.

But he takes his cock away from your hand and murmurs, “You can suck me dry later baby. I really really want to be inside you now. Will you let me?”

Sitting on your knees, you place a kiss on his lips, “Do whatever you want, Hoseok. I am all yours.”

Hoseok grabs you by your neck and smashes his lips on yours, “You drive me crazy!” His words vibrate into your mouth.

He tactfully lays you down and snatches a packet of condom from the drawer of his night stand before climbing on the bed. Rolling down the same around his girthy length and lines his cock on your entrance.

“Can I?” He asks briefly before pushing himself inside your greedy hole slowly.

He gives you a few moments to adjust first and when you are done he starts moving.

“Fuck! So tight! Fuck!!!” Hoseok growls as he holds you in your place by your waist.

The first few thrusts are slow, he takes his time with preparing you. But then you whine, “Hoseok! Faster!”

“Whatever you say, baby.” Hoseok mutters briefly as he urges you to sit up and change position. He pulls himself out of you.

Within a moment you are on your fours.

He grabs you by your waist and slams himself inside again, pulling out an earth shattering moan from your mouth.

His other hand reaches for your neck and then ventures into your hair. He grabs and pulls your hair gently as he thrust into you harshly again.

The thrusts are so powerful that your words morph into nothingness and come out as gibberish. You start clenching around him sooner than you would like to admit and you know you are gonna cum again.

“I- c-cu” and you cum on his cock even before Hoseok could offer you a reply.

“Shit!” He growls as he cums in the condom.

Your body falls on the bed, you are too exhausted to even get up and clean yourself.

But soon enough you feel one strong arm sliding underneath your stomach and flipping you over. Hoseok lays you down on your back and then places a damp cloth in between your legs. He cleans you thoroughly.

Honestly, you want to cry. When you peek at his face, you see nothing but admiration. He gives you a small smile and continues.

Once he is done, he lays down beside you. Greets you a small good night, wraps his arms around you and kisses on your crown as you slowly melt into a dreamless sleep.

He still can’t believe it.

Hoseok still can’t believe that you are now his. His to hold, his to kiss, his to love and do all the things he wants to do to you, with you.

Without any doubt, last night was one of the best nights of his life until now. And now that he knows how it is to fall asleep beside you and wake up with you sleeping in his arms, he doesn’t want a life without this.

He traces the contour of your face with his thumb as if to make it into a muscle memory. Your eyes, your nose, your lips.. He wants to remember everything, he wants to engrave it into his brain.

Your alarm goes off, breaking your sleep.

You stir awake and then look for your phone on the nightstand. Turning it off, you look at him and give him one of your most beautiful smiles.

“Good morning.” gosh! Your sleepy voice is perfect.

“Good morning, darling.” If hoseok isn’t wrong then he can clearly see you blushing at the nickname.

“How did it come here? I definitely left it at your dining place.” You ask him, pointing at your phone.

“I brought it. Thought you might have an alarm set and see I was right.” he reaches down and places a kiss on top of your nose.

“Umm. so considerate.” you mirror his actions. He giggles at that.

“I need to get up now. Do you have an extra toothbrush?” you ask, starting to get up from the bed.

“Y/N! I could drop you. It’s not a big deal.” Hoseok whines. He wants to spend as much time with you as possible. Or better he doesn’t want to let you go. But he knows you have work to attend and he values that.

“I know, Hoseok. But I don’t want you to wake Sua up and drop her to your sisters’ this early. And on top of that the cab is almost here.” you take your purse and follow Hoseok outside his mansion.

Hoseok intertwines his fingers with yours and pulls you closer once you are at the porch, “I don’t want to let you go.”

“Neither do I want to, handsome. But Namjoon will kill me if I take another day off. I slacked off for two entire weeks after my break up.” The mention of your break up somewhat dims the light in your eyes but Hoseok knows he can make it better. He can heal you.

He puts a hand on your cheek and places a chaste kiss on your lips, “So, today is our day 1?”

He knows he has successfully diverted your mind when your cheeks turn darker and a sheepish smile takes over your lips.

“If you say so.” you murmur.

Just right then the cab pulls in outside Hoseok’s mansion. You hug him and bid him goodbye.

“Y/N” he stops you when you are about to tear apart from him, “what are you doing this weekend?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Great then.”

And with that you leave. Even though it upsets him, it also fills him with a new excitement of seeing you in two days.

Saturday comes painfully slowly.

But the prospect of seeing Hoseok not as your counselee’s guardian but as your boyfriend has kept you filled with an incredible amusement.

You two pondered on what to do and where to go for your first official date. But no options satiated you. You kept making excuses for whatever he came up with and there is a reason why.

You wanted to spend time with him inside the comfort of your home. And when you presented the idea to him, he agreed in a heartbeat.

The preparations have kept you busy since morning and it’s almost the time of his arrival.

So you change your clothes, slip into a fresh pair of tee and shorts, wash your face and apply some lip balm.

As always, Hoseok is right on time. He rings the doorbell right at 7 pm, just as you two decided.

“Hey, come in.” you open the door wide open, welcoming him inside.

He has arrived with a large bouquet of red roses and a plastic bag full of soju bottles.

“Flowers for a flower.” He offers you the bouquet and you can’t help but tsk.

“So cheesy, Mr. Jung.”

“I’m sorry.” he laughs out loud.

Once you are done putting away his presents, you take a good look at him.

He has his hair down today, unlike the other times you have seen him. His fluffy hair covers his forehead, making him look younger. His lips, as always, are inviting. And he has chosen to dress himself in an oversized white hoodie and baggy jeans.

“You.. are looking so beautiful, baby.” It’s hoseok who compliments you first. Wrapping his arms around you, he takes you in his embrace.

“I was about to say the same. You look so handsome, so domestic.” letting your lips capture his in a kiss, you show him how much you have missed him for two days.

“Is it okay for you to stay the night?” You ask Hoseok in between your ragged breaths. His mouth sucks on that one spot on your neck, that gets you all weak.

“Sua is with her grandparents and she likes them more than me.” He replies, pulling his mouth away from your skin for a second.

“I doubt that. She loves her daddy the most.” You giggle as Hoseok’s hands slide inside your t-shirt.

He shuts his eyes as soon as you emphasize you on “daddy.”

“Can you call me that again?” his voice trembles a bit.

“What? Daddy?” It's such a pleasure to tease him like that.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N!” his nails dig into the flesh of your waist.

“I’m not teasing you. I am asking. Is that what you liked to be called? Daddy?”

“Fuck it!” Hoseok growls as he captures your lips in a hungry, rough kiss. His hands reach up to your tits, groping the flesh to snatch a moan out of your lips.

And just then the doorbell rings.

You whine into his mouth before breaking the kiss.

“Who is it now!” clearly being very annoyed, you charge up to the door.

“Hello, who is it?” asking through the door dash cam, you wait for an answer.

Whoever is outside, is wearing a helmet and from the angle of the camera, it’s impossible to tell if it’s someone you know or not.

“Courier service.” the muffled voice of the person replies.

You don’t think much. You usually receive a lot of mail for seminars and stuff that has become a common feat.

So you open the door.

But to your dismay, the person wearing that damned helmet and bikers’ jacket is none other than your ex-boyfriend.

The scene slowly unfolds in front of Hoseok.

He sees your good mood turning sour as soon as you see the person standing at your door.

“What is it again?” you grit through your teeth.

This is the first time Hoseok is seeing you losing your cool and if he is not wrong then the person on the other side is your ex-boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

Even though your body is blocking the view, Hoseok can see the man taking off his helmet.

“I need to talk to you, Y/N. please.” he speaks in a calm voice as if it’s no big deal to knock on your ex’s door at 9 on a saturday.

Hoseok’s hands ball into fists. His blood boils at the thought of your ex-boyfriend trying to win you back even after he left you for someone else.

“I don’t understand what the fuck is left to talk about?” you scream at his face.

“Y/N, Please. I know you can’t forgive me for what I have done to you but I understood it. I- I realized my mistakes. I thought I fell out of love with you but-” the man sighs, his voice trembles constantly, “but I was wrong. I broke up. I- I ended things with her as soon as I realized I still love you. I never stopped loving you. I never-”

For a moment, Hoseok is afraid. What if you take him back? What if you accept his apologies and take him back into your life. What will be left for Hoseok then?

But, “It’s too late, Jungkook.” you cut him off.

“Y/N, please.”

“I don’t feel anything for you anymore. And I will appreciate it if you leave now.”

“Y/N, listen to me-”

“Didn’t you hear what she said? She asked you to leave, Mr. Jeon.” Hoseok intervenes. Even though he knows he should not butt in, but you are now his, and it’s his responsibility to protect you.

You turn your head to meet his eyes. Your face is apologetic as if you are ashamed of whatever is happening right now. He assures you a small “it’s okay”.

Then he looks at the man standing at your door, only to find him glaring already.

“And who are you to come between us?” Jungkook’s voice is now laced with venom.

“I am her boyfriend.” Hoseok replies as he walks up to you and stands between you and Jungkook as if protecting you from an impending danger.

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essenceofelegance · 4 months

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Omg please please please do a part 2 for ratatouille with a happy ending. Please let it just be a misunderstanding 😭

Ratatouille (Pt. 2)

(Azriel x f!reader)

pt. 1

m.list

❥= fluff

ʚɞ = angst

Warnings: not proof read

Before she met Az, she lived in her own little apartment right outside the city. She had thought about selling it prior to moving in with Az, but right now, she was really glad she didn’t.

As she unlocked the door to her apartment, nostalgia hit her hard. Here, nearly a century ago, she had accepted the sacred bond. Here is where she had offered Azriel a meal.

This was how she had spent the past two months.

She would try her best to avoid the Inner Circle around Velaris, without fail. She had even considered going to a distant family in Day.

She would even pat herself on the shoulder for doing such a good job at avoiding the Circle.

But she could not avoid her longing for her mate, the ache in her chest.

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"Y/N, please just open the Gods-damned door!" She buried her head into her pillow. The sound of her best friend's banging had awoken her from her slumber. With no choice, she walked up to the door. Still in a sleepy haze, she slowly unlocked the door. "Mor, what are you doing? It's the middle of the night." Her best friend had already let herself in. "Gods, Y/N, your house is a mess," she said, picking at the pile of clothes on the wooden floor. "Y/N, you have to go see Az. He hasn't been himself, we're all worried about him. And I was right to worry about you. Look at you." The girl knew her best friend was right. She was a mess; she had tried to deny it, but she was not doing well away from her mate.

She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. She closed her eyes as if considering something. After a moment, she said, "Let's go."

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She sensed him before she could see him.

Azriel had concealed himself in his shadows, his shadows frantic after sensing their owner's mated lover.

The friends peered through Azriel's door.

"He's been like this since you left. It seems impossible, but he's getting worse," the girl hummed.

"And what of Elaine?" she turned to her best friend. "Rhys is keeping her in the town house. We've all agreed that it would be best to keep them apart."

The girl chuckled. "So it took all of you to keep them away from each other, huh?" Mor shook her head. "N/N, you know I didn't mean it like that. Just go talk to him, please. If not for you, then for the Circle." With that, her best friend stalked away, giving the girl a final pat on her shoulder.

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The moment she stepped into her mate's room, his shadows rushed over to her, covering the small of her back, pushing her towards her mate. "Az, it's me," she attempted, "I'm here now," slowly walking over to her mate, careful not to startle him. Slowly but steadily, she put her hands onto her mate's shoulders, rubbing small circles with her thumbs.

The male looked up at her with tired eyes. "Oh, Az..." the girl cradled Azriel's head into her chest, enveloping his body with hers, gently holding his head. "Love..." Azriel buried his head further into her chest. "I did not sleep with Elaine, I did not touch her." The girl did not know what to think. "I spent time with her because she was in a bad place. I know Nesta or Feyre could have taken her, but I had just..." she stared into those oh-so-beautiful hazel eyes. "I was so entranced by the idea of three brothers, three sisters. I did not mean to neglect you like that. Y/N, I cannot live without you." She observed his face, sincerity and love in those hazel eyes she loves. "I will change for you, I will do anything if it means I will earn your forgiveness." How could she ever say no to that face?

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Hello 🖤 I love seeing your blog pop up in my feed, simply exquisite 🖤

I have a request. What would older Terry Silver do with an adult student who is rather boisterous in class, she listens but only when she wants, she's a smarty pants. Terry so wishes to teach her a lesson after many months of class passing, learning her mannerisms, learning HER. Ever the voyeur, finding her home, seeing what lies within when she's not home, Terry plans a little 'private lesson,' specifically for her at his home dojo. Ending with his gi sloppy on him, his hair a mess like the slut he is with his student underneath him with no mercy being shown. His student definitely listens to HIS wants and desires, eager to please.

Breaking Stone.

(Terry Silver x Reader)

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-"How safe is this, Sensei? I mean, it’s solid rock."-

Your voice speaks up from the gathered crowd and Terry Silver, he knew you’d have something to say without having to turn his back towards the mass of students keenly eyeing his demonstration in silence, standing jam packed in a circle around the erected board with a concrete block fastened to the center of the scaffolding propped up on iron legs, following his every word like a mantra only for him predict that your mouth will eventually move to utter something and dare interrupt him. Class fifty eight. A lesson on Brick Breaking. Tools necessary; pretty straightforward. A slab of rock and a fist. Additional spices; your usual commentary in the midst of it all. Happened almost daily. Happened to the degree it was a constant he could count on. -"We’ll break our hands on that."- You add with a sense of urgency and worry once the entirety of the exercise’s participants turn their eyes towards you, scrutinizing, weighing and accessing what you just blurted out and you tended to blurt out stuff frequently. Terry joins them in their quiet staring, finding a twitch of satisfaction stir through him once he realized you were jittery and stuttering, made self aware through the fact you were the sudden center of attention. Needing to justify yourself for placing the spotlight unto yourself, you blurt out some more bullshit. Nerves, was it? You deserved that. Deserved much worse for stepping out of line. -"What do we do in case we tear our ligaments punching the board?"- You ask, scratching the back of your head. Ligaments? Were you frightened of getting a boo-boo? At that point, Terry allows himself to turn his entire body towards you, taking his time, slowly --- painfully slowly --- looking straight ahead, towards you. You shift, from one bare foot on the mat to the other, like the stillness of everything around you gave you a sense of discomfort.

Stew in it. He hoped you'd stew in it.

-"Seems a bit extreme. Sorry."-

You chuckle, apologizing, looking down. Then back up.

Terry has to chuckle with you, neatly folding his hands in front of him.

A bit extreme? It was meant to be extreme.

-"Our student here thinks our methods are strange, but these classes aren’t mandatory."-

He simply shrugs matter-of-factly, addressing the people around him, all eyes leave you and pinning themselves in his direction instead, encircling him like a tightly closed ring, listening attentively, leaving you even more isolated in your folly. The great mother hen and the ducklings. The one, solitary ugly black duck that talked too much. -"Nobody’s here by force."- He explains, and contrary to popular belief, everyone here gave their signature of consent on a written contract. Terms. Conditions. Price rates. Health insurances. They showed up to daily classes because they wanted to, giving their hard earned money out of their own volition. He didn't go kidnapping people off of the streets of LA and harassing them into black Gi, in spite of what the likes of Larusso tried to accuse him of, same way not even Larusso himself was harassed into this, decades ago. -"Or are you all here by force?"- Terry purses his lips, looking around, enjoying this far too much to stop. In unison, they all speak up, one voice, stemming from one collective lung. -"No, Sensei!"- The dojo resonates with their shout. He tries again, spreading his arms, envisioning himself like Pontius Pilate about to wash his hands clean of you and let the crowds make their decisions. -"Why are you here for then?"- He inquires, raising his voice, encouraging them. Spurring them on. -"To learn, Sensei!"- Obeying, they repeat the motion, letting out a united cry and content, Terry squeezes his fingers into a fist once they all fall silent, all but an echo remaining, his other free hand caressing the concrete block in front of him, never taking his eyes off of you. At this point, with a mouth standing agape, forgetting you should've joined everyone in their jubilant war cry, you were as pale as a ghost. Not quite so chatty or smart anymore.

Perfect.

-"The lesson is —"- He begins. -"A true artist of the craft spends years, even decades just hitting things. Sand. Wood. Stone. Metal. Flesh."-

Terry coos, confessing, that he did, on occasion, imagine hitting you.

The sweetest thing he'd ever strike. Purely to shut you up, get you the way you were right now; As quiet as the dead; all gulps and anxious little eyes darting left and right. Preferably having you bent over his knee like an unruly child and taking the bamboo stick to you bare buttocks until they were rendered crimson red with punishment. After it was all done, he'd have you thanking him for the honor too. He smiles, just at the notion; an expression he doesn't bother hiding.

-"Having been broken so many times, it makes their bones so dense that when it comes in contact with solid rock, the rock breaks first."-

Terry digs his teeth into his lower lip, taking his stance and lunging forward suddenly, knuckles breaking through the barrier of the rock and crumbling, his fingers pushing through the crack he made on the other side. It was as simple as that. -"Asaa!"- He bellows and if the dojo was collectively holding it's breath, once he's done, the remains of sharp jagged tiny pebbles spilling on the mat under around his feet like so many rolling marbles, he senses an equally collective exhale. He can swear you weren't blinking at that point. What were you shocked by? The fact that he just smashed through a brick that weighed ten pounds like it was nothing or the implication he's broken his hand by choice so many times that he could pull shit like this in the first place? Maybe it wasn't smart to backtalk or question the methods of a person who could crush your windpipes in with merely just his thumbs. -"So, you see — breaking our fists, it’s part of the curriculum."- He shakes his head, staring you down, taking a couple of steps forward, until it was undeniable he was addressing you in particular; his infuriatingly Doubting Thomas, ignoring the students that wordlessly volunteered to clean up, scooting down to pick up the unfortunate remains of the rock slab, chirping away at the remains like a handful of chicks. -"This is part of what you signed up for when you came to this dojo. When you came to Cobra Kai."- He assesses firmly. -"You came to break with the old so the new and the improved could take its place."- He adds. Eventually, you'd have to bruise and break in those pretty little hands much like everyone else would and if you didn't have the guts to do that, you'd advance nowhere and your here would become fairly obsolete. Someone might as well tell you that upfront.

Even though, he confessed. The idea of a piece of rock breaking your hands?

Something shoots through him, like a radioactive phantasm of jealousy.

He wanted to do the breaking instead.

Not leave it up to an inanimate piece of training gear.

-"And if you can't imagine yourself doing that, you can always take up a knitting class."-

He adds, finally, earning himself a couple of amused chuckles.

Blood rushes into your cheeks.

Were you angry? Ashamed? Humiliated? Good.

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Looking through your files was child's game after that.

He pretty much had everything he needed to know about you, printed in black and white in his own two hands, on the very exact form you filled the day you signed up for adulted classes six months ago; your home address, bank statement, contact number, email, age, place of employment, blood type in case an accident took place mid-training and a transfusion was needed on short notice. And yes, he's broken into your home before. Terry did it the first time you ever ran your mouth to backtalk him, asking if doing fifty consecutive push ups as warm was a smart decision because it was bound to leave everyone too exhausted to hold proper form and too distracted with tiredness to properly follow the class. He checked every drawer, every shelf, every nook, every cranny, supposing he wanted to find something he could spit on in indignation and discovering nothing more fitting but what he could only deduce was your framed graduation photograph, pursuing his lips and letting the saliva build up right before he hurled the spittle out of his mouth and right unto the glass inside of the frame, watching it trickle down your face, smearing it with his finger in retaliation, deciding the gesture was fitting punishment. If only he had a chance to do it with your actual face next. Spit in your mouth too, for refusing to shut up as it did. Spit in your mouth for missing three of your classes this week, like that was a thing you were allowed to do when you weren't. Did he tear into you verbally too hard last time? Was that it? Undoubtedly, but that still didn't give you permission to leave. He wanted you to come back so he could harass you some more, like you deserved to be harassed.

He knocks on your door, freshly having concluded this week's teaching.

Still in his Gi, jacket slung over his shoulders.

He did that on purpose, to make it seem like him coming here wasn't premeditated or something he tactically prepared for in advance, but rather, like a last minute decision he made in the utmost rush to the degree he didn't even have time to change out of his training attire, forgetful, overworked old man that he is. -"Who’s there!?"- Your concerned, slightly confused voice calls from the other end and he hears the keyhole clicking, only for your uncertain face to show up in the precipice of the doorframe illuminated by the warm light of your apartment's foyer looming like a halo behind you, brows practically jumping once you recognized him, appearing relieved. -"Sensei Silver!?"- You state in surprise, opening the door entirely, letting him step over the threshold, moving out of the way to usher him inside from the corridor. He tries not to seem too familiar with the territory, pretending not to know exactly where to stand; next to the shoe rack or the coat hanger. -"God. I’m so sorry. Got scared halfway to death!"- You place your hand over your chest, exhaling and smiling. Way too fidgety for someone who took Tang Soo Do classes. What were you afraid of? Of someone barging in and subduing you? -"What do I owe the honor of the visit! I didn’t expect anyone."- You shake your head, all charm. Of course he prepared an excuse for him being here and it comes in a form of a sleek pamphlet he produces from inside of his jacket, handing it to you. He had it printed, in bulk and giving out to everyone at the dojo solely so he could have a reason to give you one to you as well. -"The curriculum. For our future classes. I thought you might wanna look through it. Freshly printed."- Terry explains. He hoped you would've continued showing up, smart mouth you always were, but there you went, disappearing. If Muhammad wouldn't come to the mountain, the mountain would have to come to Muhammad.

-"You missed the last session so I brought it over personally. Where'd you go?"-

Terry feigns concern. He knew where you went. You were pegged down a notch.

Proceeded retreating with your tail behind your legs.

That's what you get for questioning him.

But, he didn't expect you to retreat quite so definitely.

Who'd you ask if you can do that? Did you ask anyone? Him?

You eyelashes flutter, like you were about to come up with an excuse.

-"I think you're right, Sensei. I mean, the whole Cobra Kai dojo scene, ---"-

You begin, looking away from him, vehemently staring at the pattern on the corridor carpet, holding the flyer with a sense of unease, like you weren't certain what to do with it. If you crumpled it up, he'd make you eat it. -"It ain't for me. I'm not cut out for it."- You confess, finally meeting his gaze, appearing a bit shy at the notion. He knew a tangent was incoming. Decides to let you have it. And knowing you, you wouldn't shut up any time soon in the next five minutes. -"I can't do any of those things you demonstrated last week. Break my bones on purpose? Smash through rocks? Ignore pain? I know when I'm out of my depth and there's no shame in admitting something ain't for me and gracefully moving on. What you said the last time --- you helped me see that. You really did."- You utter, in one solitary breath, and it takes everything within Terry not to laugh at you. So, humiliating in front of the whole class for interrupting him for the umpteenth time with some inane observation, you thought it was for your own good and that it made you see things more clearly? What? Was that why you left his dojo like it was a bus station? Did you really take up knitting as a hobby in the meantime as well? -"I had a great time studying these past few months under you, but I just can't continue."- You visibly gulp once he says nothing and you feel incentivized to further explain. You never had a problem with that before. Go ahead. He was giving you center stage to speak. So speak. -"I talk back. I interrupt. I question. I worry. I'm so sorry. I can't just let go and do it. Do what I'm supposed to do on the mat."- You add, your eyes widening, perhaps in anxiety, pupils dilating, looking back and forth between the surrounding furniture and the wall --- anywhere but at him. Why should he let you go? When it was so fun pushing your buttons? In fact, he decides you could use some more of that.

-"Do you like me?'-

He asks, bluntly. You take a step back, stammering.

-"Excuse me, sir?"-

-"I said, do you like me?"- He repeats himself, firmer.

Your mouth wordlessly forms a shape, but no sound comes forth.

You weren't certain what to say.

Finally.

You were speechless for once. That was a welcoming novelty.

-"Because, if you like me, you won't leave me here stranded, with one student less and waltz out impulsively, on such a short notice. That's not how things work. There's a price for that."-

He winds you up, deciding to stoke a fire and then immediately extinguish it, intending to fluster you for thinking what he led you to think, watching the abject shame settle into your expression like a newly formed wrinkle just because for a mere second, you thought this was a confession of something more than it was instead of a cleverly phrased and deliberately misguiding segway intended to put you on the spot and make you feel like an idiot with no listening comprehension. -"I'll pay everything I still own and ---"- You practically stumble over your words, clutching the pamphlet to your chest vigorously, like a shield, referencing unpaid lesson, trying to regain what little balance you had, visibly sweating bullets. Stoke the fire. Extinguish the fire. Stoke the fire. Extinguish the fire. Terry steps forward, shutting you up. Commanding you to stay silent. -"Don't talk."- He orders, flatly, putting up his hand alongside his finger as a warning and then coming closer still, until the tip of it is practically pushing against your mouth. You appeared flaggerbasted. Like you weren't sure what was going on, too shocked to actually move. This was why confusing people into a state of paralytic awkwardness was paramount in verbal warfare. He pushed his index finger between your lips and you still didn't move, letting him get away with it, too stunned for words. -"For once, listen. Don't speak."- He murmurs, staring at your mouth, pushing his nail inside, feeling your wetness and finding your tongue, frozen stiff, clasping it with his thumb and index finger and holding it, pulling on it, until you groaned, trying to mutely gibber and failing. -"This is the thing that always talked back. Can't talk back anymore, can it?"- He taunts and you shake your head with an expression that would place deer in headlights to shame, shivering vigorously.

You've seen what his hands could do. What his fists could do.

He could rip your tongue out of your skull and it would pose little issue.

He felt you knew that right about now.

Practically dangled by the tip of your mouth's organ. Your head slumping back.

Unable to release yourself, you slowly lower yourself, to your knees.

-"That's good."- Terry coos, pleased, watching you drool all over his hand.

-"Open that pretty little mouth of yours and use it for something really valuable for a change."-

He purrs, even as his fingers go fidgeting, lower his Gi's trousers, loosening the obi around his waist, pulling his cock out of his briefs, showcasing it to you so the state of the situation would settle in. He'd hatefuck your mouth. He was already hard. Already dripping precum. Almost like the very act of coming here and pestering you served to do it for him as he, without much deliberation, pushed himself inside of your lips, taking in the sloppy, receptive moisture, enjoying the symbolism of the flyer he's given you falling next to you on the floorboard until you were practically kneeling atop of it. -"Perfect."- He hums, praising. -"You've been badgering and badgering and I can't tell you how many times I thought about interrupting class and just giving it to you, in front of everyone, right there, in the middle of the dojo. Let them all see what happens when someone questions Terry Silver and his methods."- Now it was his turn to make some confessions, fingers tangling into your hair, coiling into a fist, making you look at him with your watering, teary eyes. He amps up his pace, bobbing your head back and forth for you, using your tresses as reins. Look how you've infected him. Now he was the one rambling and loving it. -"But, I wanted the occasion to be something special. Someplace I could really savor it --- and what better place than right under your very own roof."- He closes his eyes, smiling, enjoying the sensation of tense pleasure building up in his gut, right before looking down at you with your brows furrowed. You were just now realizing this was premeditated. Poor you. -"Oh, don't look at me like that. Don't think I haven't been in here before. Been here a thousand times."- He chuckles into his own chin, moaning. Of course he's desecrated something miniscule every time you talked back as an elaborate form of revenge and violation, like wiping his cock on the curtain after masturbating on your bed. Nothing was for free. Disrespect certainly wasn't.

-"And you'll be seeing a lot more of me just yet. Don't think this is over. Don't think you can disassociating with Cobra Kai and me on a whim. You can't."-

He flat out threatens, his hips rutting vigorously against your head.

You thought this was a game?

You sign up to his dojo for like six months and call it quits when things get hard?

Cobra Kai was a brotherhood. A society. Not an extracurricular pastime or a hobby.

That's what people weren't getting. He didn't want them to just yet.

But you? He'd was breaking the news to you hard and fast in the flesh.

-"You belonged to me from the moment you met me and put on the Gi and you'll belong to me until your dying breath."-

He grits his teeth, shaking, seething, feeling his tresses slide out of his ponytail and unto his forehead in an unruly mess, satisfaction coiling in his groin imaging you returning to the dojo on Monday, dressed in your uniform, all neat and proper, your attitude curbed and kept only for special occasions, releasing suddenly, just at the thought that he owned you, hearing you gurgle from the floor, droplets of his cum trickling down your chin and leaking unto the Cobra Kai pamphlet on the parquet in front of you. No, no. That wouldn't do. Not a single ounce wasted. -"Swallow."- Terry orders, catching his breath, scrutinizing you as you did so, still holding your hair, yanking forward suddenly, his cock falling out of your mouth, giving you leeway to breathe again and you do, gasping with sharp inhales of breath, a bubble of saliva popping between your lips as you rolled back to sob and cough. Pathetic. Eager to serve. So you were capable of shutting the fuck up, letting go and getting lost in an action after all? You were teachable. He knew you would be. Much like the rock slab on the training dummy, though, you needed to be broken in first. Terry slides his hand across the top of his head, slicking loose hair strands back, lifting up his finger to threaten and warn once again. Remind, in case you've forgotten. Had your brains scrambled in all sorts of awkward and unlikely directions. -"So, you better not miss out on any of my classes ever again or I'll have a reason to hold a very, very big grudge. Especially if you don't show up and break that stone like I've taught everyone to do. Understood?"-

-"Yes, Sensei."- You manage desperately, drooling, nodding your head.

#terry silver #old man terry #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #tw; dubious consent #tw; teacher and student #tw; facefucking #tw; hatefucking #tw; stalking #tw; manipulating #tw; mind games #tw; all the warnings

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o0anapher0o · 10 months

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Miss Lily and character stereotpyes

I’ve been re-reading @halo4life2017-blog's rewatch blogs and the discussion we had about Miss Lily and about how Lestat might at some point tell us he only killed her because she was actually planning on blackmailing Louis or something like that, and I had some more thoughts I need to get out.

The thing about Lily as Louis presents her is, she’s a stereotype. The ‘whore with the heart of gold’ is a common trope. It’s a cliché the same way the though, street-hard, black pimp is, or the rich European genteel who is abhorred by American racism, the stately southern matron who saves face at all cost even if it means waving off a guests outburst with a comment about the weather, the sassy little sister who supports her gay brother and only wants to see him happy, or the religious zealot who is really a gentle angel when he’s not possessed by the holy spirit. All those are sterotypes that Louis uses when he introduces the people in his life to the story, ways he tries to shape the narrative perception of them. Or maybe lies he tells himself about them.

And all of these stereotypes get dismantled within the first episode: Louis is really a sensitive baby gay who likes to read and cries at the opera. Lestat is a terrifying vampire, who we can rightfully assume has never cared about how black people are treated anywhere prior to meeting Louis, and really still doesn’t. Florence is an emotionally abusive bitch who happily unloads her own grief on her child, Grace is mommy little princess who deserts Louis when he needs her most to side with Florence and Paul is a condescending brat who shamelessly uses his mental illness for the liberties it gives him (we don’t talk about it enough because mental illness is tricky and Paul is a great character, but the way he acts towards Grace’s fiancé and wedding, and how he talks to the priests when he goes to confession are on a level of entitlement that’s breathtaking. And that’s instances when he’s supposedly ‘right in the head’. My favourite is ‘I wasn’t being rude”, like, yes, you were. Just because the voices in your head told you to say it doesn’t mean it’s not rude to say it and the fact that you’re trying to justify it tells me you know that.).

You could probably make a similar case almost all other characters, Bricktop, Tom Anderson, Levi, all of them are initially presented in a very stereotypical way and later we’re shown they are not quite what they seem at first (Fenwick might be the exception here, he’s always a horrible racist pig). Except for Lily. She never gets the chance to be shown as more, because she gets killed off-screen and is never brought up again.

But we do get hints that everything isn’t as Louis presents it with Lestat’s throwaway comment on her wretched life, or the fact that it takes Louis two weeks to even notice she was dead, which tells me they weren’t as close as some people seem to believe. (Yes, he was a regular customer, one she might even have liked but they definitely weren’t friends.). So yeah, I won’t be surprised if we do learn about some nefarious goings on she was involved in. That’s not to make Lestat look better btw, he did kill her and the main reason was no doubt to get a reaction from Louis and/or to dismantle his support system, but I do think there was more to it than that just ‘she was a poor substitute’. And just as a side note: since we tend to treat Louis as an unreliable narrator (justifiably so) if and when the time comes we certainly need to look at Lestat’s story the same way, because I’m pretty sure if anyone is trying to make Lestat look better, it’s going to be Lestat.

#interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv meta #there is also the question how gabrielle survived that long #louis de pointe du lac #miss lily

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hi can I please request Yandere Casey Jr HCs please I’m fine with platonic or romantic (or both ) 😊 love to see what you come up with

I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. THERE IS NEVER A ROTTMNT WRITER'S BLOG WITHOUT SOMEONE WHO REQUESTS CASEY JR.

Anyway this can be read both platonically and romantically.

Also my analysis probably isn't going to be as accurate as I usually have since homie only appeared in the movie.

Tw: Stalking, trauma, mentions of murder, I can’t write him for shit ;-;

General Yandere Casey Jr Hcs

Type: In denial + Stalker (I'm struggling so hard help-)

He gives huge stalker vibes, especially in the first few scenes where he's trying to find people. Like you saw how he approached April? Boy is speedy.

This is my own interpretation but during the scenes of the movie, especially when he got sent to the future, he seemed almost in denial of having to leave older Leo.

So now that we know why I think he's these specific types let's elaborate on them a bit more.

Stalker. He's the type to go out and physically do it rather than using technology or other people to do the work for him. This also means the times you leave your house everything is exposed to him. Every minuscule little detail.

A possible item hoarder as well. He thinks it's interesting to steal photos of you or papers you've touched. I don't think he would have a shrine but definitely keeps a few things in his pocket.

In denial. He would 100% try to justify his stalking as protecting. I don't give a fuck about what other humans think, after the movie, it makes sense (Bro literally went through so many deaths since like 9).

You know this is kind of an iffy statement but maybe he'll be the type who doesn't even realize his actions are wrong until someone tells him. I don't know how I got this idea, it's just a random thought.

"What? I'm being creepy? How? I'm just protecting them, you never know what could be out there."

The reason he even develops his craziness (no I don't have a better name) is an overall build-up trauma of all the events that's occurred throughout the apocalypse and childhood.

He's honestly the mildest of all the yanderes I can think of in the rottmnt verse. He has rationality somewhat like Donnie and is able to have quite a clear mind even during times of crisis. Ex. the scene where Leo and Casey are trapped underneath the debris.

The only occasions he would kill are under dire circumstances or if he knows something's fucked up.

All in all, not too bad.

"Hm? Oh, this is a photo of you I found in your house, hope you don't mind I took it!"

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Sorry, this is short compared to most of my hcs, I have a hard time writing for him since there's less material of him to base off of (because I like using canon traits when incorporating it into my yandere stuff).

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Casey jr

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aggravatetheaxe · 2 years

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And it begins...lol.

I checked and saw that your asks were limited, so I won't blow up your inbox or anything. But I've been having a bit of a hard time lately in terms of my depression flaring up and scrolling through your blog and reading your posts made me feel a whole lot better.

As for my ask, I read that Courney lives up in the mountains...so I was wondering if I could have some headcanons about how Courtney would react if his S/O wandered off and got completely and utterly lost in the forest? Just lowkey in the mood to see a more protective side of Courtney, I hope that's alright?

Sounds good!

Who tf is Courtney?

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Lost S/O Headcanons w/ Courtney

Courtney is very perceptive, so he's probably already observed and come to an understanding about your habits. So when he doesn't find you where he expects to, he'd be confused but not necessarily concerned yet.

From there, he'd move on to checking places you might be - the lodge, the grounds, any trails you frequent. The truck isn't gone, so he knows you're not in town. At this point, he begins to worry.

His worry is plenty justified, considering the fact that the woods around the lodge are blanketed with traps meant for both human and animal. One wrong step and you might get hurt, or worse. There's also the lesser possibility that you were taken hostage by a hiker, fell prey to an animal, or wandered into a neighbor's property and got shot. But the neighbors are so far away, the last one seems unlikely.

Still, it worries him greatly, so he'd set out to start looking for you, no matter the time of day or weather conditions.

He has considered that you might have run away on your own. Maybe you decided this place isn't for you anymore and made a run for it. That thought scares him more than you getting hurt. If you're hurt, at least he can fix it. If you've left, you're gonna be a hell of a lot harder to find (because you won't be crying for help), and you might tell someone his secret.

Courtney is an expert tracker - it kind of comes with the territory - so as long as there hasn't been any massive change in the terrain since you left (from like high winds or a mudslide for example), he'd be able to follow your trail. He knows exactly where he's set up all his traps, so there's very little danger of him getting caught up himself.

He's usually a relatively silent hunter, considering he's gotta sneak up on his target. But once he's determined that you got lost rather than made a run for it, he'll call out your name in his deep, raspy voice. He can be loud if he has to be. No better time than this.. The forest goes silent at his voice - just for a half second.

Either by hearing you or tracking your footprints, hopefully, he'll eventually find you. It will be a lot easier if you stayed in one place, and more time consuming if you wandered.

When he sees you, he relaxes visibly, shoulders lowering. With a huff, he stomps through the deadfall to you. Unless you're obviously injured, he'll look you over for any wounds, then tend to them as best he can on-site. If you are unable to walk, he'll carry you, probably over a shoulder so he has a free hand just in case. If you can walk or just need assistance, he'll go as slow as he must, silent the whole way home. He's definitely wondering how you came to be in this situation, but he prefers quiet while moving through the woods. Alertness is the name of the game.

Once home, he'll strip you, tend to your wounds, give you a bath, feed you - whatever it is you need to recover, he will do it quietly and methodically. He is very focused.

He'd prefer you just tell him what happened than have to ask. But he will ask if he needs to, later that night, probably in bed. Especially if you're freaked out about something you saw, or heard, or whatever, he wants to know what the deal is.

If you are uninhured, as soon as he can, he will impress upon you that these are not woods where you can just leave the trails. They get thick and confusing fast, and you were lucky not to get caught in a trap and seriously hurt yourself. If you are injured, he gives off an "I told you so" vibe but doesn't say anything. He assumes you've learned your lesson. If you want to wander off so bad, at least do it with him.

He doesn't know how to tell you that you terrified him, but he's a lot clingier the next couple weeks.

#courtney dwayne delmont #slasher oc #slasher community #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #slasher x reader #headcanon #courtney #slasher imagines #imagines #imagine #i cant remember my tag for it lol

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blackfilmreviewsmsu · 2 years

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Malcolm X (1992)

Watched September 8th, 2022

The film I will be discussing in this blog post today is Malcolm X (1992). This film tells the story of the life of the famously known Civil Rights leader adjacent to Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X (formerly known as Malcolm Little). It goes through his life starting from when he was in his late teens and follows him through times of hardship, crime, jail time and redemption through his rebirth in The Nation of Islam. I personally enjoyed this film for a few reasons.

Before watching this film I honestly did not know much about Malcolm X, not because I was not interested in learning about him; I find it hard in my own life to do diligent and thorough research on important figures that covers all bases that need to be known. I am aware a film does not nearly do real research justice however I found it to be a very great start into understanding his life more. I fully believe that the full 3 and a half hour film is justified because there is so much to learn and understand about X's life. I find it interesting and rather inspiring to follow his journey from someone who harbored internalized racism and colorism to someone who took pride in who he was as a Black man, longing to reconnect with his roots and finding something and someone (briefly, Elijah Muhammad) to keep him going. I found it particularly interesting during his time in jail, specifically his first introduction to the Quran and the concept of Black Excellence. It exhibited a trying situation, a situation that seemed hopeless, turning into an instance where hope was created and faith had been followed. It showed that it is never too late to try and to not give up. Your life can always change for the better, or worst, it just takes the effort to work towards what you want. I liked that the film exhibited a series of decisions being made. The basis of life is in itself decisions and in each pivotal moment in X's life we see an integral decision being made no matter how small it might have seemed in the moment, it is a butterfly effect; small things really do matter.

In my life, I find that seeing examples like this really matters to me because I tend to forget just how much impact I have on my own life. I am currently struggling to grapple with the concept of little things impacting the bigger picture, and it takes constant reminders. I would like to think this film did just that for me, and if I do not take anything else from this film, I want to take that small piece of a lesson for myself.. I see how things like that impact very prominent figures in history and it shows me that with time I can see all of my decisions come together to make who and what I will be and do in the future.

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nostalgiatm-a · 2 years

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If I come back I’m probably making a solo blog for Kai tbh … 😭

#ooc tbd.#i favor him so much it’s stupid #but I have a hard time justifying giving him his own blog because there’s little to no interest in him

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐓.𝟑 | 𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

PART I | PART II

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | PART 3 of 3! when you find out devastating news, you must decide whether you want to stay with emmett or return home. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | emmett laurel (a quiet place pt.ii) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | pregnancy, brief mention of miscarriage, Angry Evelyn (she’s justified), cuteness with reagan 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | here’s the last part! thank you all so much for reading this series! (also sorry if the formatting is off tumblr is being an ass and not letting me format the way i want) // taglist blog: @cremebruhleewrites

If you could have done everything differently, you would have. Every decision you had made in three months would be completely undone: you wouldn’t have stayed with Emmett under the guise of him making sure that your wound was healed. Even after it had faded into a scar, Emmett wanted to keep you with him and make sure that you were okay, despite your insistence that you were. But you couldn’t help yourself. You had loved Emmett for years, and you finally had him. It was selfish on your part, and a totally mean and unforgivable thing to do to your mother and brothers and sister, but you stayed with Emmett. Looking back, you don’t know how your mother ever forgave you. You’re not sure she ever really did.

Honestly, you had planned on staying with Emmett indefinitely. You’d be by his side, as his wife or plaything or whatever title he felt like giving you; Emmett was partial to lover. He liked having you around too; he had been alone for so long, you figured that he liked having someone else, and he was thankful that that someone else was you. He fucked you almost every night, grunting softly in your ear as he grabbed your thighs and fucked you into the hard table-bed. It was perfect bliss. Until it happened.

You missed your period. The first time it had happened, two years ago, your mother, a smart nurse, told you it was a stress reaction and that you’d likely fade in and out of having periods as the world got better or worse. You had recently gotten your period back during the calm lull between Beau’s death and the night Nicholas was born, and the first missed period didn’t worry you. The second one didn’t worry you. But one is odd, two is a coincidence, and three is a pattern, and you didn’t need a test or anything like that. You knew what it meant.

“Emmett,” you said as he got home. He had gone to town to retrieve some supplies, and he was breathing heavily from his run as he settled himself in his chair by the large concrete column. Typically, whenever he got home, you’d sit on his knee and kiss his face as he regained an even breath from running, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Not when knowing what you did.

“What’s wrong?” Emmett asked. “You’re not sitting down.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and switched your weight from foot to foot, and you finally said, “I’m pregnant.”

Emmett didn’t seem to process your words for a few seconds. He looked a little dumbfounded, his eyes unmoving, and he finally blinked himself back to life. “How do you know?” he asked. “You late or something?”

“Yes,” you replied quickly, and his face fell. “Jesus, Emmett, if I’m knocked up—”

“Do you wanna keep it?” Emmett asked. He took off his cap and pushed his sweaty hair out of his face, and he scratched at his chin.

You shrugged. “Do you?”

Emmett sighed and thought for a moment, “Well, it ain’t exactly up to me—”

“You’re the father, please, I need input,” you pleaded with him. “If I keep the baby, I wanna go home. Mom will be able to take care of me.”

“If you leave, I’m coming with ya,” Emmett said. “Darlin’, I’ve been alone here for so long. I’ve been alone for so long. I’m not being on my own again, I’m just not.”

“The alternative is facing my mother,” you told him. “Do you think she’s gonna be happy? Do you think she’ll even let you stay?”

“I know she’ll hate me, there’s no changing that,” Emmett said. His eyes were doing that round puppy thing you liked but also hated, because, goddammit, Emmett knew how to tug on your heartstrings. “But at least the baby will have their dad around, ya know?”

“What?” you scoffed. “Because mine isn’t?”

“No,” Emmett said quickly. “Because I wasn’t… I wasn’t there for my boys when they needed me. We had gotten separated, and I thought they were with Lola. I found their bodies… I let them die. If I had stayed with them, if I had just tried harder, my boys would be here. I need to be around for this one because I wasn’t around for my others when it mattered most.”

That softened you. You uncrossed your arms and sat down by his feet, and you laid your forehead on his thigh. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I guess I can be selfish sometimes, huh?”

Emmett shrugged. “The best of us are,” he said. “I ain’t ready to lose you just yet.”

“You won’t lose me,” you said softly. “I’ll still be right next to you.”

“But your mom won’t let us be how we are now,” Emmett said. “That is, if she even lets me stay.”

The next morning, you and Emmett packed your stuff, two bags apiece of clothes and food and weapons, and you followed Emmett out of the factory. You gestured to him about his shoes, heavy boots that definitely helped combat the cold, but you quietly explained how noisy there were. Emmett tied the laces up and strung the boots along the back of his neck, and he let you step in front. “You know more,” he said, his voice barely permeable except for the soft puffs of air as he spoke. You wanted to joke about how good of a plan was letting the pregnant woman in front, but you kept it to yourself. Emmett didn’t seem like he had fully processed it yet, but you figured it would take some time, all things considered.

The trip home took 3 days. You could still see your father’s fire smoldering, and you figured that your sister had been doing her duty to keep your family alive, and you teared up when you thought of your little sister taking your place. You were sure that your family thought you were dead. It had been three months and, in this world, three days with no sighting meant death. You were nearly overcome with tears when you saw the tall facade of your house, the large grain silo holding the fire at the top, and you chewed your lip when you saw your mother standing at the doorway of the barn. She looked tired, holding a slightly larger Nicholas, and she extended a hand to you. You shucked off your bags and ran to her, embracing her and your brother tightly. Even if you could speak, there was nothing to be said. Not at that exact moment, anyway.

Evelyn put her hand on your cheek and wiped away your tear with her thumb, and she quickly signed Are you hurt?

No, you told her. Not anymore. Emmett helped me.

Your mother’s face turned into one of confusion before she looked past your shoulder and behind you, to Emmett at the top of the path, and she signed Emmett Laurel? How did you find him?

He found me, you said. That first day, I was almost eaten. He saved me, and made sure I was okay before I left.

Evelyn’s tears welled in her eyes, and she nodded and gestured for Emmett to come closer. Evelyn turned and led you and Emmett into the barn, and your heart warmed at the sight of everything. Hardly any time had passed since you were in that barn, but it felt like a lifetime. Once your mother had firmly closed the door to the barn, she pulled Nicholas higher on her hip, and she whispered fiercely. “How did you find her?” she asked Emmett, and your lover blinked a few times.

“I just did,” he replied at a similar volume. “She was in the woods and I was there too, and we just… An alien damn near got her, but I saved her. She’s been with me since.”

Evelyn shook her head. “I just wish you could have told us,” she whispered. “I know why, obviously, but… Reagan lost you and Dad on the same day. She won’t get out of bed.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, and you said, “I’ll go talk to her.”

Your sister was laying in the hayloft, like she typically did when she was trying to sleep during the day, and you carefully crawled up next to her, trying not to scare her or disturb her. Your sister looked so different than she did three weeks ago and, yet, she looked exactly the same. Your heart burned at the thought that you would be looking at your daughter that way one day (yes, you had decided that, inside you, you had Emmett’s only daughter growing), and you smiled. Reagan was an aunt.

You softly touched her shoulder, and your sister roused herself and blinked for a moment before turning fully to look at you, and she gave an audible gasp. Reagan pulled herself up and hugged you tightly around the neck, and she quickly signed, What’re you doing here? I thought you were dead.

I know, you told her. I’m sorry. I got hurt and Emmett helped me.

Emmett? Reagan asked. Henry and Adam’s dad?

Yeah, you signed, and your heart hurt at the memory of Emmett’s children. He found me and helped me. He didn’t want me to leave until I was healed, but I talked him into coming with me. I missed you a lot.

I’m glad you’re back, Reagan told you, and she hugged you tightly again.

You gently touched her cheek and pulled her face to look at you, and you signed, Wanna know a secret? Reagan nodded quickly, excitedly, and you took her hand and pressed it to your lower stomach. You let go of her hand and slowly made the sign for baby, and Reagan’s eyes lit up. She repeated your movements, and you nodded, and she quickly signed, I’ll be an aunt! Is Emmett the dad?

You nodded and, at the same moment, there was a commotion downstairs. You were thankful that your father had to at least halfway soundproof the barn to allow for semi-normal life, but whatever happened was too loud, even for the precautions. You got up and briefly told your sister that there was a noise downstairs, and you scaled back down from the hayloft just in time to see your mother advance on Emmett. “She’s a child, Emmett!” she exclaimed, and you instantly knew that he had told her.

“Listen, Evelyn, I know you won’t believe me, but nothin’ ever happened until she was eighteen,” Emmett began, but your mother cut him off.

“You’re right, I don’t believe you,” she said. “S-So, all those football games you came to, were you just ogling my daughter on the sidelines? All the barbecues and picnics and, Jesus, the baseball games— That day. You took her to the store all alone, what did you do to her?”

“Mom, stop,” you said quickly, stepping between your mother and Emmett. Emmett wasn’t a particularly intimidating person, nor was your mother, but, at that moment, the anger eminiating from Evelyn Abbott was deadly. “Stop! Listen, he’s right, we never did anything until I was eighteen!”

“You’ve known her since she was born!” Evelyn yelled, and you instinctively shushed her. Thankfully, she didn’t react to that, and she continued on. “You fed her, changed her diaper, watched her when Lee and I went away— How long were you waiting on fucking my kid? And, yeah, okay, you waited until she was eighteen, but how long did you wait? Was it even a day?”

“Evelyn, please let me explain myself,” Emmett pleaded. “I know it sounds bad, I know it does. But I didn‘t make the first move. She called me to pick her up from some graduation party because she was drunk, and—”

“Oh, so you waited until she was legal but still fucked her when she was drunk?” Evelyn asked, and even you didn’t have an excuse for that. Yes, that was pretty much exactly what Emmett had done. But she didn’t seem to latch onto Emmett’s words that he didn’t make the first move.

“Mom, please stop,” you whined. “I started it, I came onto him first.”

“And he should have said no,” Evelyn spat.

You couldn’t handle the bickering and the anger, and you took your mother’s hand as sickness prickled at the back of your throat. “Mom,” you said firmly. “I’m pregnant.”

If your mother wasn’t holding Nicholas, she probably would have attacked Emmett. Her face went red and her breathing faltered, and she said, “Pregnant. How do you know?”

“I haven’t had a period in three months,” you explained. “I get sick in the morning, my back and breasts hurt all the time, headaches. I just know, Mom.”

The room was quiet as your mother thought about your words, and she finally sighed. “Emmett?” she said, and Emmett reached forward and took your hand. “I’m not happy about this. About any of this. But, to your credit, you’ve kept her safe. You’ve protected her, as much as fucking her and getting her pregnant is keeping her safe. And she’s here in one piece. And I have to thank you for protecting her.”

Emmett’s clear blue eyes sparkled as he nodded, and he said, “Thank you, Evelyn. That means a lot. I intend to protect her for a long time. And… Her too.” With that, Emmett reached forward and placed his hand on your stomach, and he tugged you close. “Nothing will ever happen to my girls.”

One Year Later

You woke up to your husband singing. Emmett had a beautiful singing voice and, ever since moving to the reclusive island, you had been able to hear it more and more. Thankfully, little Ella liked her dad’s singing as well, apparently more than you, because your small girl was already awake and cooing in her bassinet. Eleanor Lee Laurel was a curious little thing and, when you turned in bed to better see her, you saw her sitting up, lazily chewing on the edge of her blankie.

“Hey, you,” you whispered, standing from bed. Your back popped as you started to walk, and you braced your hand on your swollen belly. Ella was hardly six months old, but Emmett had gotten back to work as soon as he could, and now you were once again pregnant. You didn’t mind it, though; you had always wanted a big family, like the one you grew up in, and you were glad to have as many as Emmett wanted. “Did Daddy wake you up? Where is he, let’s go say good morning.”

The floor was cold under your feet as you journeyed out of the bedroom with little Ella on your hip, and your first instinct to search the kitchen was correct. Your husband stood at the stove, making some breakfast that smelled like eggs, and you groaned. “Ugh, you could’ve told me it was eggs,” you mumbled, and Emmett looked over his shoulder to you. He looked more and more handsome every day you saw him, and he looked absolutely delicious in the sunlight that came through the window: his salt and pepper (mostly more salt now) hair was wet from a shower, the ends curling as it dried, and his beautiful face was shaven clean to show his sharp cheeks. He only wore sweatpants, his firm chest being warmed by the sun, and you went to him and pressed your cheek above his heart.

“Do eggs trigger your mornin’ sickness this time around?” he asked, looping his arms around you and burying a kiss in your messy hair.

“Apparently so,” you told him. “But it’s fine. Someone wanted to say good morning.”

Emmett smiled at Ella and took her from your arms, and he lifted her in the air for a moment and admired her before burying his face in her stomach and kissing her all over. “Good morning, little lamb chop,” he told her, and Ella squealed as her daddy blew a raspberry on her tummy. Watching your husband play with your daughter was enough to bring a tear to your eye, and you sniffled as Emmett hoisted her in the air again. “Are you cryin’?” he asked, and you laughed a little.

“Yes,” you told him. “I just love you so much.”

Emmett came and sandwiched Ella between you two, and he hugged you tightly. “I love you too,” he whispered, kissing your lips gently and then kissing Ella’s downy, fluffy black hair, just like his. “And I love you, and I love you.” His hand gently touched your belly, and he sighed. “I hope it’s another girl.”

“I think it is,” you told him. “What’s her name?”

“Eve,” Emmett answered easily, like he had the answer ready.

“Why Eve?” you asked.

Emmett sighed. “Because Adam… He would be turning seven on Saturday. I think about them a lot.”

You nodded in understanding, and you tilted your husband’s head down so you could kiss his forehead. “They’re thinking about you too,” you told him. “I like Eve. Eve and Ella Laurel; you like E’s, I guess?”

“And your mom’s name is Evelyn,” Emmett chuckled. “It’s the most common letter in the alphabet, huh?”

You giggled, and Ella copied your laughter, making Emmett laugh. You could remember when he never laughed, and you savored the sound every time. “The one I love the most.”

#emmett a quiet place part 2 x reader #emmett aqp x reader #emmett aqp #emmett a quiet place #emmett laurel #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader

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citrus-simp · 3 years

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Hope everything is okay. I just wanted to say I love your writing and both blogs :) if you ever do open requests again, and even if you do you don’t have to write this. But how about a drabble of levi and his wife who have 2 sons and 1 daughter named Kutchel who is 3/4. Levi loves all his kids but kinda has a soft spot for kutchel🥺 and sometimes her brothers exclude her from play n are mean to her so she comes up to him trembling like “why won’t they play w me daddy”. Cue levi. Rest is up to u.

{AN}-> first of all, thank you so much for the love and support and of course for reading my work! And yes I am doing better thank you for the wishes! I am and ULTIMATE simp for papa Levi!

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"I'm home" Levi called out as he slipped out of his work shoes and hung his blazer

"Dad! Look what I won today at practice!"

"Dad look at the grade I got o my test today!" your sons yell as they ran to their father holding up objects for him to look at.

Your eldest Liam who was 8 showed him what his football coach gave him, at practice. He had done very well and had gotten a button that said MVP on it, he was very proud of himself. Eli, your younger son who was 6, wanted him to know how well he was doing in his classes. He was top of his class and loved to show you both how hard he worked

"Congrats to both of you, I'm proud of you both for working so hard," he said ruffling their hair, gaining a big smile from them both

"Welcome home, Levi" you popped in with Kutchel in your arms, pecking Levi's lips. Your youngest and only daughter, Kutchel. She was 3, and definitely had Levi wrapped around her little finger.

The thing was, not only was she named after his mother, she looked so much like her! Of course, she had certain things from you but her eye shape, and nose were from his mother. Unfortunately, Levi lost his mother before Kutchel was born. It took a toll on him, all the things she had done to care for him, her sacrifice, everything.

He felt as though he was never able to repay her. Next thing you know about a year later, you found out about your pregnancy, with your first girl. The day she was born, Levi felt something he never had before. It was almost like he had completely healed from his loss when he looked at her.

"Papa!" she reached out for her father to take her, which he gladly did

"Hey there princess," he said kissing her chubby cheek "what did you do today?"

"Me and mama went to the park and I fed the birdies," she said with a rosy smile.

"Oh look at you doing big girl things! I'm so proud of you princess." he smiled at her and raised her above his head. Her brothers watching a bit disappointed from a distance.

Did they hate their sister? No. Their parents taught them to respect and love their sister, which they did. But at their age, jealousy was something big among siblings. Seeing how their father would be more affectionate towards their sister made them feel different. They saw that their father would gravitate more to their sister than to them. Or he would put her first before them when asked to spend time with them.

Of course, you had noticed this way before time. You had asked him when you were pregnant with Eli that he wouldn't have favorites and love all your kids equally. You knew that could make a bad relationship with his kids and between siblings so you wanted to avoid it. Sometimes you'd step in and try to give your sons the same praise, but of course, they still wanted their father's attention.

"Liam why don't you go and find a nice place to put that MVP button in your room, like a trophy" you try and lighten the mood "and Eli, I'm sure I have a frame for that test of yours" thank the god it actually worked as both boys run in different directions for each of their own things to do.

"Levi, did you see the boys' accomplishments?' you ask

"Y/N, I know where you're going with this. I paid attention to all of them, Liam is doing great in football, and Eli is practically a genius," he said putting down Kutchel

"*sigh* I know I just-"

"Want no one hurt I know, well how about you meet me in the kitchen and we can talk it out alright? Kutchel sweetheart, why don't you go and play with your brothers while I talk with mommy okay?" he said ruffling her hair

" 'Kay!" she said running up the stairs to where she'd find her brothers most likely.

"And what would this talk be about?" you ask raising an eyebrow as his hands found your waist

"Oh just about how I have some time to kiss you properly~"

" 'iam" Kutchel said as she enters his room, Eli in the same as they played together "can I pway with you and E-i?"

"No Kutchel, go away" Liam sneered "we don't play with babies"

"I'm not a baby!" she pouted

"Go away Kutchel, you're not smart enough to play this game either way," Eli said motioning to the board where he and his brother were playing chess "Maybe dad wants your company" Eli may be smart but he also got his father's sassy mouth

"B-but I wanna pway with you" he pouted trying not to cry as she sniffed

"Kutchel just go away, ugh you're so annoying when you cry"

"Yeah, and only babies cry."

"I-I not...a-a baby," she said as tears pooled in her eyes, of course, they would tease her playfully at times but this time Kutchel really did feel hurt

"Whatever, the only reason gives you so much attention is 'cause you were a mistake and he doesn't want you feeling bad" Eli sneered without thinking

"N-not true!" she stopped her feet as tears started to fall from her eyes, but she just couldn't handle any more ridicule from her brothers and left.

Meanwhile, you and Levi were in the kitchen caught in a makeout session when you heard a certain someone crying "Papa, mommy!"

It wasn't a regular call, she sounded hurt and heartbroken causing you both to separate quickly

"Kutchel, sweetheart what happened?" you ask as you kneel down and she crashes into your arm and lets out all her tears. Levi kneels beside you and strokes her back trying to comfort her some more

"P-papa, why won't 'iam let me play?" she asked her father as she peaked from your shoulder "T-they say I was a mistake.." she sniffed and you swore you could see the fire in his eyes. You stood up with Kutchel in your arms as Levi shot up and walked towards the stairs

"Levi! Levi, keep your anger in control, don't you dare-"

"Y/N, I won't do anything brash, but they can't say crap like that. I for sure didn't raise them this way. Just watch Kutchel, I'll talk to the boys"

Levi would NEVER lay a hand on his kids, but you didn't want him scolding either. However, they couldn't just say what they wanted to their sister thinking it was okay. Especially to the point of her crying.

"Come on baby, let's go watch the birds outside okay?"

Meanwhile, Levi is now knocking on Liam's door "Liam, Eli, come downstairs" he said while taking the lead waiting on them. He sat in a chair in front of the sofa and watched his sons take a seat. They looked like they knew what happened...

"Is there something you want to tell me? Like why Kutchel came to us crying? Asking if she was a mistake?" he said with a firm voice but not yelling at them. But enough to let them know he was very serious about the situation. Eli started to fidget with his fingers while looking down in his lap. Liam keeps eye contact with his father trying to keep a straight face.

"We didn't want to play with her so we said that so she'd leave..." Liam said

"That doesn't justify calling her a mistake. All three of you are here because your mother and I wanted you and we were happy as hell to have all of you."

"Even if you wanted all of us, it's not like you love all of us the same" Eli said crossing his arms

"Eli, that isn't-"

"you always put her first. Even if we come to you, whenever she comes you act more affectionate and happy with her just existing"

"We always have to do something just to get your attention...it sucks dad..." Liam added, "why can't you just love us how you love her?"

Levi was honestly hurt. He didn't want this to happen. He loved his sons to the moon and back. Maybe it was true that Kutchel got more attention from him but it didn't mean he didn't love them

"Boys, do you remember grandma?" Levi asked relaxing his posture a bit. Both boys nodded "Well, your sister looks a lot like my mother, it's why we gave her that name. I think I got attached to her in a way to cope with losing her. But I never want you to think I don't love you." he said kneeling in front of the two children

"The day you were both born were two of my happiest moments. You know I cried the first time you walked to me, Liam? And the day you told off Hanji made me laugh, Eli" he shared with them "I love Kutchel, but I also love you both to the end of my days. But I am sorry." he apologized opening his arms for them.

Hopping off the couch they have a warm group hug

"Alright, you two. I apologized but you still have some apologizing to do with your mother and sister," he said taking their hands and walking to the back porch where you sat with Kutchel

Levi clears his throat "You and Kutshcel have some visitors" he said with a nod to his hands

"Oh? What would these visitors like to say?" you ask in hope of a good outcome

"We're sorry we were mean to you Kutchel" Eli started

"Yeah, we didn't mean it, really. We were a little jealous but we never meant to hurt you. We love you" Liam followed

Kutchel pouted, not making eye contact "Really?" she asked

"Really really." they both offer a smile Kutchel jumps up from your arms and runs to hug her brothers. Walking over to Levi you kiss his shoulder and say

"Guess you'll be getting a reward for this accomplishment~"

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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Omg I'm SO sorry!!! I'm the soulmates pain AU anon, I was completely aware you were the one with the milestone!! I saw the post through Molly's rb and I was almost completely sure I had opened your blog to send you the ask but alas, the Tumblr app can never give you any certainties. That long-ass message was completely dedicated to you, I still can't quite grasp how I managed to send it to scribbledghost 🙄🙄🙄 Sorry!!! Congrats again, I love you!!!!

for reference a Din Djarin x reader soulmate request where your soulmate feels your injuries and pain

hello, dear heart!

I wanted to say, before anything else, thank you. I've reread your words multiple times since you sent this, confirming they were to me, and they really mean the world to me. thank you so, so much! anyway, your idea is fantastic, I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you like seeing what I did with your already wonderful thoughts 💕

ps it's well documented that I'm a big fan of sprawling thoughts, so please never apologize for sharing them!

warnings: mentions canon-typical injuries, a bunch of fluff. at least enough for a couple of throw pillows

soulmate requests / follower celebration

There's a short burn on his forearm when he wakes.

Din stares at it, wondering at the dull ache, trying to place the injury from yesterday's adventure when it hits him. Hot and golden warmth, flooding through his chest, thawing his flesh against the cold filtered air.

It's one of yours.

A burn, on his forearm.

And selfishly, indulgently, he pauses for a moment, mind slipping away from duty and expectations to dwell in the daydream of his soulmate.

First, his mind creates an image of a blurry mandalorian caretaker, gently moving around a kitchen in the covert. You stir a pot, tapping the spoon on the side before setting it down. Hearing distant calls, you turn too quickly and oh - a sliver of burn along your arm.

Din wants to help, wants to pull you away from the domestic .... danger, and he rushes forward. Your helmet turns to him and he almost sees it - before his mind can no longer produce the answers he aches for late at night.

The second image is of you, in armor as gleaming as his own, in a thick, unrecognizable forest. The hairs on his neck are at full attention, already subconsciously wanting to shout - but you don't need his help. You're breathtaking in all versions of his daydream - but watching you fight with practiced ease punches the air from his lungs. For a moment he feels self-conscious of his awkward maneuvers and slapdash fighting but then his mind pulls him back. You're protecting someone, or else you wouldn't have messed up - you never do, injuries from you are too rare - but you shove them behind you, shooting an enemy over your shoulder before your helmet snaps back. There are so many - you're surrounded - and a hot, sharp blaster bolt grazes your forearm before your fury is truly unleashed.

He runs his fingers over the burn, almost giddy at the possibilities.

Mandalorians are few and far between, but he's grateful he has a soulmate, and even more thankful you've kept yourself out of harm's way almost entirely, since you'd been connected.

As he dons his layers, the shine of his armor reflects bruises and scrapes littered across the expanse of his skin. His own, from his journey, and one beautiful little burn from his soulmate.

And then they're covered, and the armor is tied securely in place, and he leaves his daydreams in the room as the ship door slides unceremoniously shut.

You hiss at the burn, clutching your arm.

Great. Just what you needed - another injury to add to your impressive collection.

At least my soulmate gets a gift from me this time. You roll your eyes.

The vendor next to your stall is a sweet lady, already apologizing for her steaming pots and pans and offering you compensation.

The credits would be nice, but you could hardly justify taking anything, especially since it was your soulmate's fault your body was riddled with aches and pains in the first place.

Waving your hand, you accept her counter offer - a bowl of her perfect broth and noodles - before retreating. You sell cloth, from beautiful dyed lengths tucked away to sturdy, unstainable blacks, and it was days like today that you thanked your stars for that choice.

There's a thick pile in the middle that you perch on, sinking into the folds as your body cries at you, and you sigh over your soup in relief. The burden of waking to webbing bruises and sprawling scrapes and the more-than-occasional broken bone is eased by your stall - sitting and haggling until the sun goes down. That is, unless there's drama in the market, as it seems there is today.

In the distance you hear shouts, more than those of vendors selling meat on sticks to passing warriors and merchants - the taunts of drunkards.

Someone is coming, and you almost laugh when you see his form in the distance, because he's trying and failing to be inconspicuous. It's impossible, with his gleaming armor, but still he ducks into shadowy spots, forgetting - or maybe ignoring - their inhabitants.

"A Mandalorian has graced our market," your neighbor remarks dryly. They were respected, but it was well known that chaos followed them. You share a look, both wishing you were wealthy enough to conpletely pack up shop. If anything, a logical person would put away most of the stock and hunker down for a few hours. Weighing the odds was difficult: if you were lucky, the chaos wouldn't bother your business, and shoppers might be drawn out, hoping for entertainment and spending as they waited. If you weren't, a wayward burst of plasma or blaster fire would destroy your whole month's stock.

You looked at him again, the Mandalorian kneeling down the street. His form was... almost handsome, formidable but careful. He was light on his feet, seemingly with gentleness on his mind, and it drew you in like a moth to flame. You decided to stay, and hope for the best, your curiosity pulsing like your bruises.

And you were lucky, that day, because he ducked away not a moment later, taking the exciment with him.

Until, he came back the next day, this time on the prowl, stalking up and down the edge of Dicer's Row, one hand on his blaster and the other atop a bulky, wriggling bag. This time, you ventured to stand, folding and refolding your displays as you watched him through your lashes.

And then he made his move, and you sighed, feigning a yawn to cover your disappointment from your neighbor's knowing smile. She shouldn't be wiggling her eyebrows over the box wall between you - honestly his type were more annoying than anything. A crash from the alley confirmed it: there was no way a guy like that cared about his soulmate. The gentleness from before was surely a trick of the light.

Your whole side lit up with pain, the impact of something hard against your whole side and you groaned, settling into your mound again. Any curiosity or attraction was snuffed under your annoyance and pain, and your mood soured like fruit left unpicked on the tree.

Selfish, you thought, glaring as a chicken ran squawking from the commotion. What a jerk.

The next day, you tried to maintain the sentiment, huffing as he wandered the stalls.

Why does he keep coming back?

You'd have thought his time here was over when he'd dragged that lowlife out of town yesterday. But here he was, buying a crock of soup at the stall next to you, and ignoring her comments about how he couldn't eat it with his helmet on.

She had warmed to him, since he'd put money in her pocket, chattering in a way that kept him stuck for long moments.

It struck you as strange - he almost seemed too awkward to leave, like her returned generosity actually meant something to him. A man like him... surely could've just walked away.

But he stayed for awhile, nodding and looking at the spoons she carved in her free time, and you almost thought he was looking at you, too. Then he ducked his head and planted himself in front of you, and certainly he was.

For all the years you'd spent weaving words to sell your fabrics and goods, you'd never been so speechless. The Mandalorian was large, sharp, shining edges and bulky canvas packs tied to his shoulders - he seemed out of place, filling your whole stall, shuffling as he loomed over you.

He asked for soft brown things - children's clothes.

"Of course, I - I mean, yes, just over here -" you tripped over your words, caught completely off guard by the shape of him, the feel of him just an arms width away, and his request. You stumbled from your seat, nearly toppling in your hurry and his gloved hand wrapped around your arm, catching you.

"You're injured," he stated not really asking. It was... overwhelmingly intimate, him knowing, and acknowledging it, like he cared.

"Yeah, my..." you swallowed, trying not to get lost in the dark glass inches from your face. "My self-centered soulmate keeps getting himself nearly killed."

Even with your heart thumping in your chest, you couldn't keep the bite from your words, bitterness having collected over years of nursing injuries that were consequences of someone else's actions. He didn't let go of you for a moment, his helmet pulling back and tilting, like he was startled.

Then he was cautious, unbearably so, releasing his grip like a child freeing a captured creature when it was time. The topic was dropped, and he made his purchase quickly, but before he left, he paused. The Mandalorian's gloved hand ghosted over your cheek, slowly moving a hair back into it's place, and if you hadn't known better, it was almost an apology.

And then, thick cape swirling in the dust, tiny clothes in tow, he swept away, leaving you along with your whole body alight with a foreign longing.

Din felt as though he'd been stabbed.

Hot, hot feelings poured through his chest, spreading fast as fire as he desperately tried to sort through them.

You - you were incredible, fragile and bruised, with the most stunning, determined eyes he had ever seen. Not a Mandalorian, and you had a ... a soulmate, a fucker who left your skin littered with marks, burdening you with ...

He felt panicked, shocked, and guilty, just as he had when you'd told him. It had never occred to him that his soulmate might be there... out there, constantly burdened by his recklessness. His body screamed for attention, something he so often ignored, but this time, he was almost deafened by it.

His feet, legs, arms, chest, heart - all of them wanted him to return to you, in your little fabric stall. To... what? Truly, he hadn't the slightest idea, so his mind won out, shaking a little to try to reign in the muscles that he'd taught to obey him.

He couldn't go to you.

But, he couldn't stay away.

He was back in the market, and this time, he wasn't being subtle about staring at you.

Tall and ... slow, he waded through the crowds, making his was towards you like he was following a careful path.

"Can I help you?" You stood, moving almost involuntarily towards him. "Was there something wrong with my -" he was already shaking his head, hands reaching to make you shush.

Waiting, an irrational part of your mind wished he would touch you again, would place his big hands on your skin and sooth the aches that haunted your life. It was unfair, but you didn't stop it, couldn't if you tried.

Carefully, he slid a single finger to your arm, pushing up your sleeve to reveal the little burn you'd gotten.

He was being gentle. It made you want to stomp your feet, jealously welling up in your heart like bile, bitter and hot. How could it be, that someone so powerful had learned so quickly, wanted to, and he wasn't - he wasn't even your -

Then he moved again, pushing up his own sleeve and your thoughts tumbled over each other. It was intimate, even more than before, desperately trusting, as his skin near glowed in the morning light. And there was a burn on his skin, hairs singled like they'd met the edge of a pot of boiling broth.

You wanted to punch him. This man has spent years tossing his body around like he had one one spare, making your own as brittle as bread crust and - you wanted to kiss him. This man had learned after a single day, the impact of his actions, and had been nothing but kind.

The forehead of his helmet pressed into yours, and the two sides of your mind compromised.

Later, words would come - they had to.

But now, your eyes closed, and you sighed. He had the rest of your life to make it up to you - and he would, you were sure.

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 3 years

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IOTA Reviews: Rocketear

The Rocketeer is a 1991 Disney movie set in 1930's America where a test pilot gets a jetpack and uses it to fight Nazis and— Wait, what? “Rocketear”? Oh, damn it!

Let's get into the eleventh (chronologically the seventeenth) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fourth season: Rocketear.

We start off with Carapace and Cat Noir struggling to hold back some T-Rexes brought back to life by a scientist Jurassic Park style. Seriously, they reference the movie in the same scene.

Why wasn't this the plot of the episode again?

After managing to tame the dinosaurs with a whistle of all things, Ladybug notices something's wrong with Nino after he gives the Turtle Miraculous back to her. Apparently, he's wondering why Rena Rouge (who he knows is Alya) wasn't recruited with him today. Ladybug tells him that he was the only help she needed today. In reality, it's because Alya has adjusted to her new role of supporting Ladybug behind the scenes in her new form, Rena Furtive.

And I'm not a fan of the new form. I get the camo, but it doesn't really help her blend in when her suit is bright blue. I think it's based off the arctic fox, but that animal is able to camouflage itself because it's fur matches the snowy environment. I'm sure a bright blue jumpsuit won't stand out when she tries to blend in at all. Also, the fact that Alya can just change her hero form gives even less excuses as to why Ladybug's new form is only when she uses her Lucky Charm.

Alya is struggling to keep this a secret from Nino because they don't have a lot of secrets in their relationship. Marinette says she can kind of get it because she had to keep her identity a secret from her friend and has to keep keeping her identity a secret from everyone else. Basically, she's telling Alya to suck it up because this is what being a superhero is.

So the next time she sees Nino, Alya tells him she's no longer Rena Rouge, but not about Rena Furtive, which troubles her. The very next scene shows Alya showing Marinette pictures she took of her new costume and asking her which version looks better.

You could always try reviewing Akuma fights. I heard there's one blog that does it when they're not criticizing the famous director Thomas Astruc on social media.

Yeah, in case you can't tell, Alya was only able to rent her brain for a few episodes because she really doesn't seem as understanding about being a superhero as she was in earlier episodes. In episodes like “Optigami” and “Sentibubbler”, we saw Alya use more strategy and show discretion as Rena Rouge, seemingly taking her job more seriously, but then this episode just had to go and piss it all away. I also love how the first time the animators made Alya's skin the same when she's transformed is in a single frame for a joke.

Alya thankfully deletes the picture, but Nino overhears her talking about struggling to find more content for the Ladyblog, and decides to go to the movies with her to help take her mind off things. Nino, in turn, proceeds to give the same reaction to the in-universe Ladybug movie that Astruc gives to the PV.

Apparently, that movie's already getting a sequel and it has a teaser. So was the sequel animated at the same time as the original like Back to the Future Part II and Back to the Future Part III?

Nino gets pissed the next movie in the Ladybug Cinematic Universe will feature Rena Rouge and not Carapace... even though Rena Rouge debuted first. The teaser then shows Rena Rouge falling for Cat Noir (yet another creative liberty taken by the writers or something Astruc's self-insert threw in himself), and takes it like it's the real thing. Dude, the first movie said Ladybug was afraid of cats, and the director yelled at the person it was based on for judging it. He clearly has a hard time distinguishing fiction from reality.

Alya leaves Nino early so she can go on patrol, but Nino sees Cat Noir heading out as well. He then watches a video on the Ladyblog where Alya praises Cat Noir which is totally not Astruc projecting or anything.

I don't know what your definition of a prince is, Alya, and I honestly don't want to know.

So Nino takes this as evidence that Alya is in love with Cat Noir and decides to tell Adrien, who naturally laughs him off. And just before you think we have an episode where Adrien plays the straight man, Adrien decides to visit Alya because he's afraid he accidentally charmed Alya.

Yes, because Cat Noir is so charming, girls are just fighting over him, aren't they?

We then cut to a black and white film noir monologue by Nino (dressed like a detective with a fake mustache), who decides to spy on Alya. When Cat Noir asks Alya if she is attracted to him, she naturally laughs him off, though Cat Noir is thankfully a good sport about it, even giving her a hug to apologize. Unfortunately, Nino took this the wrong way.

The next day at school, Nino takes Adrien into his “office” (it's really an excuse to reuse the boiler room setpiece), and shows him the picture of the hug. Adrien says that Alya would never fall for Cat Noir because she's always dedicated to finding out the truth and telling her boyfriend everything. What's Nino's retort?

Okay, several problems with this bit. First of all, why would Nino even tell Adrien any of this? What would it accomplish? Why not say all this to Alya while confronting her about her alleged unfaithfulness? Second, Ladybug didn't give Nino and Alya their Miraculous at the same time until it was an absolute emergency. She outright said in “Hero's Day” that she didn't have time to recruit Nino and Alya separately.

Ladybug: I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I know I'm revealing your secret identities but I don't have time to find a good excuse to give them to you separately. Rena Rouge and Carapace, I need you both!

Nino and Alya kept their identities secret from each other until then, with Alya even keeping the fact she knew who Carapace was a secret as well. Nino didn't find out because “they don't hide anything from each other” (which I plan to talk about later).

Other than that, I actually liked Adrien in this scene. It was really investing to see him try to justify the whole secret identities rule while Nino blatantly said there was an exception. This is the kind of stuff I wanted to see when it came to Adrien doubting Ladybug, not him destroying things in his anger.

While Nino rants about how Cat Noir “stole” Alya from him, Shadowmoth sends an Akuma his way, turning him into Rocketear.

And the design he has is just boring. It's just a blue jumpsuit with some black spots that look like teardrops, a teardrop-shaped head and a visor. I think the reason this season's been relying more on past Akumas and using more Sentimonsters is because DQ is terrible at character designs. I mean, compare this suit with Aigraon from Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger (his Power Rangers counterpart is Wrench from Dino Charge).

The design does so much more with the teardrop motif, giving him a perpetually miserable face with tear lines going all over his body. Add that to a more diverse color scheme, and you have a much more visually stunning design. And this was created in real life, not rendered on a computer. I'm not sure if this is a budget thing or a laziness thing, but if it's the former, you really need to do better, animators.

The powers are meh, giving Nino the ability to fling explosive tears at enemies. It's a clever idea, and it makes sense he gets a power that parallels Cat Noir's, but I think maybe it would have been more interesting if he couldn't control the tears at all. Like, imagine if he was constantly crying like Blue Diamond, and with every tear he shed, Rocketeer could send it at whoever he felt was causing him misery, mainly Cat Noir, all while serving as a metaphor for people who blame others for their own personal issues. Better yet, make him look like the detective outfit Nino wore for the second act. It would have made him more unpredictable instead of making his tears generic projectile weapons.

Marinette and Alya see the fight and transform into Ladybug and Rena Furtive respectively, the former summoning her Lucky Charm, a projector. Is it just me, or has this been happening with Ladybug a lot recently?

Back to Rocketear, we get a good moment where Cat Noir intentionally lets the Akuma hit him so he can get a chance to resolve things diplomatically. See, this is a moment where Cat Noir's self-sacrificing nature feels heroic and not selfish like when he does it without Ladybug's permission to spite her. Unfortunately, it doesn't really go anywhere as Ladybug shows up and plays the recording Nino took (Alya found his phone earlier), while Rena Furtive uses her Mirage to give the audio to what actually happened that night.

Rena transforms back into Alya and embraces Rocketear, who apologizes to her for his behavior. And then he just... rejects Shadowmoth's power while looking like it wasn't that much effort.

At least when Chloe and Alya did it, we saw them struggling for a little longer. I guess maybe it's because Nino is motivated by his love for Alya, but I think it should have been fleshed out more. So Ladybug purifies the Akuma, gives Nino a Magical Charm, and Cat Noir is still unsure about his feelings for Ladybug at the moment, though they still pound it.

Back in his room, Adrien ponders why Alya and Nino get to know their identities while he and Ladybug can't, but Plagg points out it's because she's the Guardian. It's brief, but I do like seeing Adrien start to doubt Ladybug's judgment, and it looks like it'll foreshadow future episodes. This is a problem I've had since “Hero's Day”, and I'm glad the writers are finally acknowledging this double standard. I just hope they don't end up blaming Marinette for whatever happens later on.

Marinette, of course, apologizes for what happened between Alya and Nino, and I have to say... yeah, no. It's obviously Nino's fault here.

Nino really pushed personal boundaries in this episode, much like Marinette's friends in “Gang of Secrets”. Yes, honesty is a valuable trait, but sometimes, people have secrets they want to keep to themselves. Nino's idea of “not hiding anything from each other” is somewhat controlling, like he's demanding Alya tell him everything whether she wants to or not. The fact that he immediately assumed Alya was cheating on him without giving her freedom to make her own choices doesn't make him look good. Let's be honest, a more realistic outcome would be Alya choosing to break things off with Nino or at least lecture him about how she can do what she wants and keep the secrets she wants. But instead...

And that's how the episode ends.

Okay, Marinette just said she trusted Alya to make the right decision, but I highly doubt she meant this. Marinette strictly said Alya had to keep Rena Furtive a secret, and now she's telling Nino this despite the risk? The whole reason Marinette and Luka broke up was because Marinette had to keep her secrets from Luka, but now it's okay for Alya to be completely honest? How is this not a double standard?

This episode was just dull, and there’s not even much I can really say about it.. There were a handful of standout moments, and the stuff with Adrien was somewhat compelling, but Nino's behavior was just insufferable and dragged the episode down. The Akuma fight was weak, only lasting about four minutes at most, and while the Lucky Charm was more creative this time, the plot was just frustrating. It's really one of the weaker episodes this season.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to watch the better Rocketeer.

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junko-and-riri-domain · 3 years

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jayla’s cafe | sjy

↬ series: cameras & caffeine | chapter one ↬ overall pairing: cafe owner!jake x ceo!reader (all members will be featured at some point throughout the series, some are in it more than others !!) ↬ overall series genres: fluff, slight angst, jake also bakes, reader is a single mom, we fell in love when we were kids but life happened so we broke up and now we’re reconnecting because we’re adults and i don’t think i ever truly got over you au, love triangle if you squint really really hard ↬ navi: next | series masterlist ↬ warnings: none ↬ word count: 1.3k

[ series synopsis ]

↱ You were young when you fell in love with Sim Jake. How could you not when he had a smile that could light up the darkest of nights, eyes that seemed to look deep into your soul, and a bubble of happiness around him that you wanted to be a part of? He was young when he fell in love with you. How could he not when you had a warmth that could never be replicated, a spark in your eyes that he loved to see, and your own special way of calming him down? But life had other plans for you two. After high school, he wanted to move back to Australia and start a new life with you but you wanted to stay in the country and continue the life already established for you. Things changed, your views no longer aligned, and before either of you two had broken up.

Now, a few years have passed and due to medical issues, your father has decided to temporarily step down from his position as Hybe Entertainment’s CEO, leaving the position to you. Despite all the eyes watching and waiting for you to fall since you’re so young and a single mother, you’re determined to prove them all wrong. You’ve been doing fine so far, working in such a high position and stressful environment while simultaneously being able to take the time and effort to take care of your son, Heeseung. But when you get news of your ex, Jake coming back to the country and opening up a cafe you decide to pay a visit. One visit turns to two which turns to three and before you know it, Jayla’s Cafe suddenly becomes a part of your regular routine. Jake meets Heeseung, the two instantly taking a liking to each other but unbeknownst to any of you, cameras lurk in the bushes and flash when you’re unaware. What happens when photos are revealed to the public and connections are made? Connections… that might not just be baseless rumors after all. ↲

You let out a sigh as your eyes stay settled on your laptop screen in front of you, too focused on work to be able to glance at the time and too busy to hear your office door opening. It’s only when you feel a presence next to you, a slight tug at your hand, and the sound of your son’s voice that you’re finally brought back to reality and out of the trance that work had put you in. You smile as you smoothen out Heeseung’s hair, move the chair back a little to allow him to settle on your lap. You look up at Sunghoon and smile,

“Thanks for taking care of Hee today,” you say gratefully. Of all the billions of people in the world, you couldn’t be more thankful to have Sunghoon as your best friend. He was there for you when you were pregnant, a constant source of comfort when you needed it, and now was one of the closest things that Heeseung had as a father.

“Mhm,” is all Sunghoon replies as he takes your coat for you. While the three of you head into the elevator

“Hoonie?” you say. Sunghoon stays quiet at the nickname, simply looking at you and you continue, “I’m thankful for all that you’ve done for me but you really don’t have to any of this. After all, you’re the co-CEO of Park Enterprises with Jay and you have your own life. Maybe you should go on a few dates here and there instead of always being with me and Hee, I can set you up,” you offered. Sunghoon was hurt at your implication that there were better places to be than with you but didn’t show it. Instead,

“I don’t have time to go on dates, you know this.”

“But you have time to take care of a kid for half a day?” you countered. In all the years that you’ve known Sunghoon and have been best friends, you never could really get a read on him. You wondered what he was thinking about and the thoughts running through his mind but when the elevator finally reaches the parking lot below your building,

“It’s different because you and Heeseung are actually worth spending my time on,” he replied as you got into your car. The car ride to your house was spent in silence, a normal occurrence with Sunghoon but it felt normal and was a type of silence that didn’t need to be filled. Spending time with Sunghoon was something that you did so often that it was almost a part of your routine. Like tonight, there were times when Sunghoon would pick up Heeseung and bring him to your office and the three of you would then have dinner together. Other times, you picked up Heeseung and headed to Sunghoon’s office for dinner. Occasionally, Sunghoon’s half-brother and co-CEO of Park Enterprises, Jay would eat out with you guys too. Growing up, you were all a group of five who were stuck together like glue, Jay, Sunghoon, Yeji, you, and Jake. The Park Brothers ran the family business together while Yeji chose to travel the world, much like Jake did. You hear your name being called, causing you to look at Sunghoon next to you,

“Huh?”

“You ok? You looked so deep in thought.” You glanced behind you, looking at Heeseung now asleep in the backseat,

“Just thinking about some things is all.”

When you got to your house and started eating dinner, you couldn’t help yourself from glancing at Sunghoon every so often. You couldn’t deny that it felt nice to have a constant source of stability and comfort through him, but it wasn’t fair to him since he was spending so much time and taking so much effort to help you out given that you were a single mother and he had grown to become your best friend. The two of you were on your living room couch since he was spending the night and were watching a movie while Heeseung was asleep in his room. Suddenly, Sunghoon brought up a topic that you weren’t quite expecting him to but you weren’t surprised about it earlier.

“Jake’s back from Australia.” You set your cup of hot chocolate on the table and wrap the blanket tighter around you and lean your head on Sunghoon’s shoulder,

“I know.” It comes out mumbled as you keep your eyes on the screen, not quite wanting to talk about it but you knowing that you were going to have to face it eventually, nervousness now filled you.

“He opened up a cafe downtown, Jayla’s Cafe.”

“I know.”

“I’m going with Jay tomorrow.”

“Jake invited me too but I said I couldn’t go because of work.” It was a lie since tomorrow was your day off but Jake didn’t need to know that. Honestly, you weren’t ready to face Jake and you didn’t think you’d ever be. When you and Jake were younger, you fell in love but after high school, life happened and Jake chose to go to Australia while you decided to stay since you were learning how to take over Hybe Industries.

“You gotta tell him.”

“It’s not like I keep it a secret, like, people know I have a kid.” It was a dumb response and you knew it. Sunghoon called you out on it by saying,

“You don’t keep it a secret but you don’t actively acknowledge it either.” Sighing,

“Can we not talk about this today?” Or ever, you wanted to say.

“I know it’s not my place to tell you what to do. But he’s back now.”

The opening day of Jayla’s Cafe went way better than Jake expected if he was being honest with himself. Whether it was due to good marketing, pure luck, or Layla’s presence in the cafe that drew in so many customers, he wasn’t going to complain about it. He was more nervous now than he was in the morning because Jay and Sunghoon would be dropping by in a few minutes. It had been years since he had seen his old friends or been a part of “high society” as most would call it due to the status and wealth you all grew up with. He missed you the most and kind of hoped that you would’ve dropped by today. But things were different now, he knew. You two weren’t the little kids who fell in love and acted on that love in your teens. You were no longer the girl who’d yell at Jake for teasing you over something dumb, you were now the CEO of Hybe Entertainment and someone that young kids could look up to and aspire to be like. He was no longer the guy who’d hold your hand or give you a hug when you cried because you didn’t need that-- him anymore.

“I was the one who decided to head back to Australia,” Jake muttered to himself in an effort to somewhat justify the years that he hadn’t seen you or anyone else except for the few times Jay would come to Australia. The bell chiming signals to Jake that someone had walked in, confirmed at the sight of Jay and Sunghoon entering inside the cafe. While you had already told him that you wouldn’t be coming, his heart still sank a little at the lack of your presence here. Greeting the guys and setting out some pastries and drinks, the three talked and caught up on things. Somewhere down the line,

“Jake, can you connect my phone to the Wi-Fi real quick?” Sunghoon asked, handing Jake his phone,

“Yeah, sure man.” Taking Sunghoon’s phone, the phone screen was still open, a mistake Sunghoon was unaware he had made. Looking at the phone screen, Jake saw a photo of you and Sunghoon which wasn’t something that was surprising to him. What did surprise him was the sight of a little boy in between you and Sunghoon, Sunghoon’s smile the brightest he’s ever seen it before. As Jake hands Sunghoon his phone back after connecting it to the Wi-Fi, he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell had happened in the years he’d been gone. But throughout the night and as the conversation went on… he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

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Part1) Okay ive seen this idea mentioned on other blogs but nothing super detailed, TW for scarification! Whitney likes to mark you up and get tattoos, but I can just imagine that instead of a tattoo he decides a scar of his name would be better. Just imagine soft Whitney, where in his own way he gives you a chance to back out of it. When you agree he takes you someplace alone and quiet and has everything prepared (including medical supplies to clean up. Can't have his slut getting an infection)

Me: I'm going to finish the other asks i've started before starting anything new

*This ask showing up in my inbox and haunting my every waking moment*

Me: oh god oh shit oh fuck

(DoL relationships, blood kink, scarification, soft Whitney)

Whitney gives you plenty of opportunities to back out, in his own way. Leaves you alone at his house as he goes around town, getting what he needs. Leaves the door unlocked. Let's you know over and over what time to expect him back. He tells himself that he won't be mad, disappointed, when he returns home to find you gone. He knows it's a lie, that he'll end up drinking the rest of the night if the house is empty when he returns. It’s rare he’s given free rein over the house, his family gone out-of-town for a week. He won't get a chance like this again for a long time, and he's never been good at waiting.

"Back!" Whitney shouts, slamming the door behind him. He doesn't get a response, the house quiet. "Fuckin' figures," he mutters, heading to his room. He shouldn't have expected anything else. It was such a fucked up thing for him to ask of you.

Opening the door to his room gives Whitney pause. The lights are off, and he can make out a lump on his bed.

Whitney doesn't bother suppressing a wide grin. You're curled up on his bed, asleep.

You're here. You didn't leave.

You stayed.

He flips on the light, crossing the room as you stir.

"Wakey-wakey, slut," he says, grabbing your shoulder and giving you a shake.

You give him a sleepy smile, one that makes his chest ache a little, as he drags you from his bed.

The bathroom is the best place to do it, a room designed to get messy; for easy cleanup. He'd sterilized it himself, spent hours making sure everything was just right.

Whitney gives you some pills. Something to mute the pain, but not completely.

"I couldn't get any numbing ointment," he says, watching you strip. "You'll have to tell me if the pain gets too much and you want to stop."

You nod, not really sure if you would be able to tell the pain of 'time to stop' from the pain of everything else. From the pain of literally letting Whitney cut his name into you.

The tiles are cold on your bare skin, but it's a minor discomfort for what you know will come. Whitney did his research, talked your ear off about all of it. His way of warning you.

His name is already stenciled on your skin. Right under your collarbone, written in his own jagged handwriting. Personalized, he had joked at the time. As if the whole thing wasn't going to be personal.

It takes a lot of self-control to keep yourself from moving when the blade first touches your skin. It's sharp enough that it takes a moment for the sting of its bite to register, pulling a whine from your throat.

"Hush, pet," he mutters, focusing on his work.

You try to stay quiet for him, but it's hard. It's not long before another groan slips out of you.

"H-hurts, Whitney."

"Would be concerned if it didn't."

"Really, ah, really hurts."

Whitney looks up at you, taking in the tears that have already started to run down your face. "But you're doing so well."

When you don't say anything, don't tell him to stop, Whitney goes back to work.

It's maddening, having you under him like this. You're so vulnerable, and you're allowing it. All of it. The knife, the pain, all because he asked you to. All for him, for Whitney.

He can feel his dick getting hard. He's only wearing an old pair of jeans, something he can justify throwing away if he can’t get the blood out. It would be easy to slip them down a little, free himself.

He keeps one hand steady, continuing to carve into you, slipping the other down between your legs.

"Wh-Whitney? What a-ah, are you d-doing?"

"It'll help," he mutters, finding your entrance with practiced ease. "Just be good for me."

You sigh as he pushes a finger into you. He can't tell if it's from pleasure, but he thinks it is.

He's always been good at multitasking. Never tried his skills on something like this, but he thinks he can handle it.

He adds a finger. Then a third, giving you little time to adjust. Withdrawing the blade, Whitney curls his fingers in you, searching until there. The spot that makes you arch up into him, makes you moan his name no matter what hell he's put you through. This time no different.

"Whitney!"

Definitely pleasure, that time.

He makes quick work of his jeans. Dragging you to him, Whitney lifts your hips and makes you wrap your legs around him. He wastes little time, lining himself up with you and pushing in. You start to squirm, the stretch of Whitney's cock just as intense as always.

"Stay still," he groans, placing a hand on your chest, keeping you flat on your back. He almost loses himself when he's fully hilted.

You're so warm. So tight.

"So good," he mumbles, leaning down, kissing your cheek. He can taste the salt of your tears and has to restrain himself from licking your face. There can be time for that later.

He can't lose focus. Not when he's only half done. Not with only 'WHIT' emblazoned in your skin.

"We're almost done, just a little more to go," Whitney whispers, mouth against your ear. He reaches up, cupping the other side of your face, "You can do it, right? Be good a little longer? For me?" he coos, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

You whine, nodding.

Whitney smiles and gives your ear a soft nip before leaning back. He grabs the knife and resumes where he left off.

The blade slipping back into your skin makes you tense. Makes you clench around his cock.

Whitney groans low in the back of his throat.

But he doesn't falter in his work.

You've started crying again. Unable to hold in small sobs as Whitney engraves you.

"Just focus on me," he says, voice husky as he rocks against you. "C'mon, babe, you can do that. Almost done now."

He keeps whispering to you as he works. Soft praise and encouragement. His words make you feel good, warm. Even as they slip through your mind, like water through your fingers. Unable to hold onto them for longer than a few seconds. Mind too hazy. Too overwhelmed between pain and pleasure.

"Last one," Whitney murmurs, still rocking against you. "Last one, just a little more."

And then it's done. His name, carved into your skin.

"Perfect. You're perfect."

He dips down, and you can feel his tongue lapping at the blood that's run down your chest.

"My perfect slut," his words muffled, barely audible, as he presses a kiss into your skin, right below his name.

Whitney starts to rock against you with more fervor, orgasm building. He keeps mumbling, licking and nipping around the cuts.

It's hard to focus as he starts to palm your groin.

"Think you can cum for me?" he pants, working his way up from the cuts, trailing kisses and nips until he's licking the tears off your face. "Be a good little pet and cum on my cock?"

It doesn't take long before you cum, your walls pulsing around Whitney's cock, pulling him over the edge. He settles with his hips pressed flush against yours, trying to cum in you as deep as possible.

"Marked you," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "inside and out."

As he moves back, you can see his mouth and chin stained red with your blood. "Come on slut," he says, grabbing a roll of plastic wrap and a towel you hadn't seen before, "let's get you taken care of."

#degrees of lewdity #blood kink #scarification #Whitney the Bully #skeleton-aesthetic-bitch

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