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#but i would feel really bad about beating him up even though he's clearly fine with it
luveline · 6 months
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hiyaa girlyy!! so i have a fic request and it's totally fine if you don't want to write / don't feel comfortable reading or doing it: and also, i'm not sure if someone thought of this yet, but how about spencer just being friends with a stripper. like their are murders ongoing abt strippers and spencer sees reader at one of the crime scènes and everybody's shocked since their sooo sweet and comfortable together? (and bonus point if she wears his jacket or something since it's cold)
thank you for your request! if you have more requests for this pairing please send them my way!
"I tried to call you!" 
Hotch looks up from his phone at the shout. He'd been texting Jessica one handed in an attempt to tell her and Jack that he won't be home tonight, and he isn't usually easily startled, but he isn't expecting you to talk to him. Or call him. 
He blinks back his fatigue —you're obviously not talking to him. You're almost nondescript in your hoodie, but Hotch isn't confident you're wearing any pants, or underwear. It was a rush job to bring everyone out from the club, and you and the rest of the dancers stand on the sidewalk in various states of undress. 
"Can we get some jackets, please?" Hotch asks, turning back to the beat cops standing by. "Thermal blankets? Anything?" 
When he turns back, Spencer's not where he was. Hotch casts his gaze back to you near the club doors, your hair messed up from the scuffle but your face intricate and untouched, just as pretty as the rest of your fellow dancers, and doubly so as you throw your arms around Spencer Reid's tall shoulders. 
"I'm so glad you're okay," Spencer says, squeezing you hard, your heels lifting off of the rain-sullied sidewalk. "I told you to stay home!" 
"I can't stay home, Spencer. How would I make money?" 
"I'll pay for the hours you miss, I told you that, too." 
"Baby, you couldn't afford it," you tease lightly, setting back down. Your hand immediately rises to Spencer's cheek, your painted nails scratching delicately at his skin. "I've missed you. Where have you been?" 
"California, then Albuquerque." 
"Killing bad guys?" 
Hotch doesn't consider Spencer a lonely guy, and he doesn't think he'd ever be collected enough to enter a strip club, and yet. There he is, hugging and checking over a stripper with as much care and tenderness as he'd show any member of the team. And judging by your smile, you're enamoured with him. Whether romantically or otherwise is anyone's guess. 
Morgan's, apparently. "Sorry, I'm sorry, does Reid have a girlfriend? Like, a…?" 
"You can say stripper," Emily says, though she's similarly nonplussed. "I mean, there's no way. Right?" 
"They're just friends," JJ says. 
The team turns to her in betrayal. Clearly, JJ knew about this and said nothing, and Hotch has things to do but this is so thoroughly bizarre that he gives himself five minutes of curiosity; he lets the others berate her for answers. 
"Come on, JJ! When did this happen? How did this happen?" Emily asks, her voice dropping to a scandalised whisper. 
In the background, Spencer peels out of his jacket that barely fits around your shoulders. You wear it anyhow, wrapping your arm through his and leaning on his shoulder. "Thanks, Dr. Reid." 
"I really wish you'd stay home when I tell you too." He rubs your arm amicably. 
"Her old boss was a typical heavy-handed sleaze," JJ explains, voice soft with sympathy. "Spence said he used to see her at the grocery store with bruises. She stayed with him for a few days and found a new club… He said she can smile through anything, even a broken wrist." 
Hotch understands. This part of Virginia pretends to be better than it is, and while you seem happy enough now in your profession, he knows it can't be easy. Spencer did for you what he would've done for anyone. You've clearly seen the good in him, treating him with a real and easy affection, adoring through shivers as you look up at him and ask, "Are you eating enough? You look tired." 
"I'm exhausted worrying about you. You're exhausting. Like, where are the sweatpants I got you? You'll get hypothermia." 
"I was trying not to get murdered. You're lucky I grabbed the hoodie." You turn to the team, as though you've known they were watching the entire time. "You wanna introduce me to your friends?" you ask. Hotch detects a hint of insecurity under all your bubbly sweetness. 
Spencer laughs loudly, ushering you forward with a hand on your shoulder. "Don't chicken out this time." 
"Don't embarrass me in front of the special agents!" you whisper. 
"I'm a special agent." 
"No, you're a doctor. He's a special agent." Your gaze narrows in on Hotch. "Hi, you're the boss, huh?" You eye his naked marriage finger briefly, and he knows you're kidding, but he still has to fight to stay expressionless as you continue, "How come handsome guys like you don't ever wanna see me dance?" 
Hotch puts out his hand. "Aaron Hotchner. It's nice to meet you." 
You shake his hand, though you stay as close to Spencer as you can manage without stepping on his shoes. "Right. Too respectful. It's really nice to meet you too, Agent Hotchner. Can you catch the bad guy soon? I'll end up on Spencer's cough again if I don't make rent." 
Morgan opens his mouth and Hotch promptly shuts him down with a raised hand. "We will. You have my word." 
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h8ani · 8 months
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Prompt #21 with Sasuke from Naruto please! 🥰 Surprise me!
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Part One → Part Two → Part Three
Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader
Anime: Naruto
Word Count: 3k
Synopsis: you hate him and he hates you, but when he shows up out of nowhere demanding to speak to you all of those years of pent up hatred come out
Warnings: this is the first smut I wrote in years so that’s a warning in itself, rough doggy, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, angry sasuke, oral (female receiving), missionary for 2.5 seconds, angry reader at sasuke
Prompt: “This doesn’t change anything between us.”
A/N - look I actually tried really hard on this and I lowkey wanna make a pt2 to this so please tell me if y’all would want it! Feel free to request a prompt!
"Isn't he so cute!"
"I'm going to marry him someday."
"Sasuke is so cool!"
Hearing his name you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You couldn't stand his attitude even at your young age. It was always someone trying to one up the other, whether it be you excelling in your chakra control or him beating someone else in seconds in a sparring match. You hated him, you hated his attitude and you hated how every girl would throw herself in front of a kunai for him. You hated Sasuke Uchiha and he hated you.
Your feelings towards him weren't one sided either, he could've left you alone but no, he had to bother you any chance he got. Clearly he developed damage to his brain where he can't learn to develop the skills of empathy and self control.
The teasing wasn't that bad, it was the shitty tricks he'd pull and act like it wasn't him. If you wanna pull a prank on someone at least take ownership instead of being a pussy. Did you just call a 12 year old a pussy? Yes. Yes you did. Sasuke Uchiha at 12 years old was a pussy and you've told him that to his face too.
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"You're leaving." You say as more of a statement than a question. You look at the brooding kid in front of you, his hand on his backpack strap tightening as he stares angrily at you.
"What does it matter to you?"
"It doesn't but-"
"Then shut up and mind your business." He interjects quickly causing you to stare daggers at him.
"You're a pussy." You push off from the wall you were leaning on and brush past him. "You were weak during exams and you're weak now." You begin to walk away past him when his grips the collar of your shirt and slams you back into the wall you were on. "Hey asshole!-"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He cuts you off, his face only mere inches from you.
"You wanna kiss pretty boy?" You shove him away as hard as you can creating some distance between the two of you. "Just get the fuck out of the village already."
And so he did.
You couldn't feel any happier once Sasuke was out of the village. The pain in your ass wasn't there anymore and you felt like you didn't need to prove yourself as the top of your class anymore even though you have been graduated from the academy for over two years. You were perfectly fine without him, everyone else he supposedly made 'friends' with, if he was even able to make actual friends that is; they were worried, suddenly wanting to go out and retrieve him like he was taken. Once again Sasuke was the top priority to everyone minds.
You couldn't care less about Sasuke Uchiha.
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He hasn't crossed your mind on your own accord in years. You hadn't seen him in years, you know he's still a topic around the village but you tend to zone everyone out when he gets brought up and at this point in time it's been working. Out of sight, out of mind, he could have gotten himself killed in a random battle and you don't think you'd shed a single tear for him.
You hear a bang at your front door which catches your attention immediately, you go to ignore it thinking it's the neighbor's kid across from your apartment kicking the ball they had against your door until the banging becomes repetitive, the more bangs coming from the other side of the door the louder they became. You swing the door open looking to see who or what was the cause of the annoying noise only to be shoved to the side into the door frame. "What the hell!" You raise your voice grabbing the wrist of who barged in, you get overpowered and pulled back into your apartment and the door gets slammed. You look up at the intruder who shoved his way into your home and see him. "Sasuke?"
Sasuke looks frustrated to say the least. He has the same signature scowl he's always had on his face and the same posture with his arms crossed over his chest while looking around your apartment. There doesn't seem to be a difference in the way he looks at you either, the same hatred behind his eyes as always, even with him being the one rudely shoving his way inside.
"(Y/N)." He said simply with nothing coming after. You waited a few moments if he was just trying to be dramatic with his entrance. He never said anything after that.
"Why are you back in the village?"
"I'm not." You roll your eyes and huff a sigh.
"Why are you here in my apartment then?" You mimic his body and cross your arms over your chest, his head turns to face you and his eyes stare at you intensely. You'd say you were used to this but after so many years you've grown unaccustomed to the look he used to give you because it was nothing like this.
"I'm here to talk, I need to-"
"Why am I supposed to care what you need?" You  insert before he's done speaking. He huffs a breath and soon enough his eyes shoot the daggers you remember.
"I don't expect you to I just need-"
"How about you tell me why you left the village in the first place?" You cut him off mid sentence once again. You don't care about his needs, you don't care about him at all, but you'd like some answers. "Was it like everyone was saying? That you just wanted to grow stronger? So did you find it? Did you get stronger like you wanted?"
"That doesn't matter I don't need to answer that right now, you clearly already know the answer to that." He rolls his eyes and let his arms fall from his chest.
Sasuke was never a man of many words, he was never a man at all he was just a little boy, but with his responses you can't help but bug him about it. Call it being nosy or call it you always zoning everyone out the second you hear his name so you never actually found out the reasoning for him abandoning the village.
"So you're still weak? You're still that little kid who does nothing but bitch and complain about wanting revenge. You may have grown up in these last few years but you're still that sad, pathetic, weakling-" Your shoulders are shoved and pinned to the wall behind you in a moment, you gasp out at the sudden jolt in your back and look up at the angry ravenette.
"Shut up." He growls lowly and if looks could kill, not that he could but you'd probably drop dead if he wished it.
"Make me you prick." You look at him, your stare unwavering as the pressure on your shoulders feels tighter.
There is no sound in your home but everything seems to be buzzing in your ears. Sasuke's face only inches from yours, seemingly just like when he left the village. You feel a sudden wave of nostalgia if you can even call it that as it wasn't a fond memory to think back on. You wait for his response, you look into his eyes and can't decipher what's going on in his head. His grip on your shoulders loosen before he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand now finding a place onto the back of your neck to pull you even closer to him.
Your eyes widen in shock as you don't kiss him back. The kiss surprising you but what is even more of a shock is who is kissing you. You feel him pull away and the look he gives you is mixed with annoyance and frustration. "Just kiss me back." He pauses and smirks, "Or are you too much of a pussy." Your eyes darken with anger as he used your insult to him against yourself. He doesn't wait for your answer before he pulls you back to his lips, you instantly kissing back.
The kiss was hard and the only emotion behind it was the hatred you feel towards him. Your lips molded together as you two kissed, his hand found it's way from the back of your neck to tangling itself in your hair while you felt his grip tighten sending a tingling sensation to your scalp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in heating the kiss up in an instant.
You could feel him press against you, his leg sliding between yours and pressing against your clothed core, a small sound comes out but is quickly swallowed down by him. His lips leave yours to slowly kiss down your jaw, it was excruciatingly slow the way he kissed you, from your jaw to your neck to the sweet spot he found almost instantly. You bit back a moan but he made sure to take his time marking up your neck.
The feeling of his thigh was hard to push to the back of your mind, all you could feel was Sasuke and what he was doing to you. You hate him, you hate how he's making you react right now and you hate at how good he is and neither of you have even taken a single piece of clothing off of each other yet. You hate even more the needy words that come out of your mouth next.
"Bedroom." You say almost breathlessly, you could feel the smirk he gives against your neck before quickly going back to your lips. His hands slide to your waist and pull you to him and walk you back not daring to break from the kiss. He pushes open one door and you feel your ass bump into something hard and cold, you pull away from him to see you backed up against your washing machine. "You idiot, this is the wrong room." You roll your eyes and walk past him going into your bedroom.
"How the fuck was I supposed to know that it's not like I've been in your apartment." He scoffs following you and kicking the door shut.
"Oh I bet you must've dreamed-" your words were short lived as he spun you around and kissed you quieting you down.
Kissing Sasuke wasn't like all the books you've read, it wasn't sweet, it wasn't like being with your ex's when you were in love. His kiss was full of passion, it's a kiss of desire and a feeling of pent up frustrations he nor you have been able to let out. Frustrations at each other, at the world, at everything. Sasuke was a damn good kisser too which annoyed you even further.
His lips left yours to tug off your top, the fabric quickly being discarded to a random corner in your room. His eyes ate your figure up, seeing how your breasts layed there perfectly in your bra you were wearing. A low groan left his lips as he went to kiss up your chest, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your skirt and started to tug it down past your thighs pooling around your ankles. You quickly kicked them away and pulled at his shirt. "Off." You demand and he takes no time in removing his shirt before pushing you back to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees."
"Spread." He now is the one demanding. You go to spread your legs before pausing and closing them causing a confused look to cross his face.
"This doesn't change anything between us. I still hate you." His confusion quickly deadpans before shaking his head.
"God shut up." He spreads your legs and pushes your panties to the side before slowly swiping his thumb along your slit and pressing it to your clit causing you to gasp. "You're soaked." It was more of a statement than anything but feeling his thumb start to roll little circles on your clit sent a shockwave up your body. You watched him as he stared at your pussy.
"Are you going to sit and stare or are you going to actually do something pretty boy?" Your words rang in his ears and he slowly looked up at you, the same irritation growing in him like it did all those years ago when you'd call him that name. His thumb left your clit and his index and middle finger slowly pushed it and curled causing you to let out a small moan. He could feel you already clenching around them as he started to pump them in and out of you. "Stop calling me that." His head dipped down between your thighs and licked a long swipe before settling on your clit making you let out another moan.
"I can't help it." You say running your fingers through his hair. "You're a pretty- ahh fuck..." Sasuke sucks on your clit harshly, his fingers curling and uncurling from your gspot making your mind go fuzzy with the pleasure he's giving you. Your fingers tighten in his hair tugging slightly, "Fuck Sasuke." You throw your head back taking in the feeling of his tongue and fingers working on you. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten up and you screw your eyes shut feeling the pleasure hit you. You feel dizzy and can't focus on anything but Sasuke. He tugs your panties down past your hips and tosses them to the side before finally undoing his pants. You fall back against your bed, chest heavy as that was one orgasm that knocked the wind out of you.
You feel the bed dip down before you're turned over to your stomach, a harsh smack heard before you felt his hand come across your ass. "Ass up." He says, his voice low as he picks up your hips positioning them to his liking. You feel him bring the tip of his cock up and down your slit causing you to shiver. You can just feel the smirk on his face before he pushes in giving you no moment to get adjusted. You let out a mix of a moan and groan feeling him stretch you out, you not having any sort of sex in a while is the excuse you'd like to give but you also didn't expect Sasuke to be big in the slightest.
His hands gripped your hips and brought you back with each thrust, you arched your back and dropped your head letting out small moans as he hit a spot in you that you haven't felt before. "You ever felt this good before with anybody else?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. "You're so fucking tight, don't tell me, you weren't saving yourself for anyone were you?" He chuckles as he thinks what he's saying is funny, you throw your hand back ready to smack him but he quickly catches it and pins your arm behind your back pushing you further into the mattress as he slams into you at a slower pace. "Of course you weren't, you take my cock too well."
You could feel every inch of him with every hard thrust he gives you, feeling him deep in your stomach as you grip the bedsheets tighter and tighter.  "Please go faster." You whine out without meaning to. Sasuke pulls out and flips you to your back before slowly pushing back in making you moan. He leaned forward his thrusts picking up pace and making you look at him.
The close proximity of him making you nervous all of a sudden, missionary was for eye contact, kissing, all of that intimate shit. Doggy style is much more your style with Sasuke. You don't have to look at him. The smirk on his face makes you question him before he speaks. "Who knew you were such a needy sub." Your eyebrows furrow as you go to speak but the words died on your tongue when Sasuke brings his fingers to your clit again bringing you close to your second orgasm. "You're just taking my dick like a good girl, aren't you?" You shake your head refusing to listen to him. His fingers move faster on your clit giving you the perfect amount of pressure to send you back over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut and head pressed back in your mattress as you orgasmed for the second time in the night. You can feel Sasuke's hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm, his pace quickening even more before you felt him stop and let out a low groan as he came inside you.
Your eyes shoot open as you smack his arm, "You did not! Not inside you idiot!" You shove him off of you as you quickly go to your bathroom that's connected to your room.
Sasuke chuckles to himself before letting out a small "oops." He sits himself up on your bed and gets himself dressed. He can hear you grumbling in the bathroom and the shower starting to run as he gets finished. He stands up and makes his way around your room walking to the door before his eyes laid upon picture frames on your dresser. He can faintly see pictures of your closest friends, some recent and some old but what catches his eyes the most was a picture taken when you were in the academy. It was when the top of the class got a picture taken and both you and Sasuke tied for number one. Both of you were upset that you had to take a picture together and it was evident on your faces. Your arms were crossed while glaring at the camera man and whoever had to have forced the picture and Sasuke was looking over to the side, his hand on his hip and looking as annoyed as ever.
Out of all the photos you put in a frame you put that one even as you hated him.
Hate. It's a funny emotion. Isn't it?
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nepobaby08 · 9 months
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English, am I right?
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summary: you’re failing english. only way to get that grade up is by getting tutored by one of the many girls who’s head over heels for literature.
warnings: bad writing, (cursing?)
Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
part i || part ii
“Y/N Ledger, see me after class, please.” Your English teacher, Mrs. Fitzgerald called out. God you hated her. And there was nothing more you hated than English class. It wasn’t that you were failing - scratch that, you were failing this class. And you hated to admit it - but you sucked at it. You sucked at English. All your life people around you babbled and babbled about how easy it was but maybe you were just missing a couple braincells, cause it wasn’t to you.
It was now the end of class. You almost forgot you had to stay, but you were also pushed for time. You had soccer practice after class. And you could not miss it. Your coach was already a pain in the ass as much as your English teacher was.
You walked up to where your teacher’s desk was placed, slowly but surely. She looked up at you, disappointment written all over face. You already knew what she was going to say, so you were braced for it.
But you weren’t.
“You’re failing my class, Y/N.” She started, “You have a low D. Any other test or homework assignment you miss or fail could make you fail my class. Now your coach wouldn’t want that now would he?”
You shook your head, not wanting to protest any further.
“Because of this i’m going to have to assign you a tutor.” 
This made you speak up.
“Tutor? Tutor? Really? I’m sure my grade isn’t that bad! I can get it up on my own-”
“No you can’t.” She interrupted you. “Now, i’ve went through all my student’s grades in all of my classes, and Tara Carpenter has the highest grade. I’ve already notified her of your.. issues, so you will be meeting with her tomorrow. I don’t want to argue any further, Y/N. I’m only doing what’s best for you. Now please - get out of my classroom.”
“You’re the one who wanted me here.” You said in your head.
You bid your goodbyes and left with a hurry.
Your coach was gonna kill you.
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Over. It was finally over. Your coach did in fact kill you. Not literally of course, but for being late he made you do 23 suicides up and down the field. He didn’t even take his eye off of you, so that meant you had no breaks to catch.
Every single muscle in your body was aching as you walked back to your dorm. You were next door neighbors with a man you just found out was named Danny. He was nice, gave you short smiles as you both woke up at unusually the same in the morning, but as you saw him as you were walking up the steps all you could give him was a nod. Man you were beat.
With your bag over your shoulder and keys in your right hand you finally made it up to your dorm floor. Picking up your pace you weren’t really checking your surroundings as somebody rammed into your chest. It didn’t knock you down, but it sure did them.
“Shit, you okay?” You asked looking down at the person you knocked over. You took in their features as you grabbed their hand.
Oh.
It was Tara Carpenter. You’d unluckily bumped into her.
“Mhm, yeah i’m fine.” She said as she dusted herself off. As she was doing that she took the time to look at you. Her face softened as she realized who you were.
“Oh, Y/N! I didn’t know you stayed here! I’m sorry for bumping into you. Wasn’t paying attention.”
“Yeah, clearly.” You said, it came off kinda harsh. You didn’t mean for it to though, you’ve just got a lot going on at the moment.
Tara looked down in embarrassment, you caught on immediately feeling bad.
“I’m sorry.” You started, “Just had a long day today, with practice and everything and - oh!” You froze. “I just remembered. You’re supposed to be tutoring me tomorrow for English, right?”
“Yeah, I am! I don’t know what time though..”
“I have a break after Math, and that’s at... 11:30- ish..? You think we could go to the library? Kick it out there?” You asked.
“Sound’s great! Sorry for bumping into you again.” She smiled sheepishly.
Fuck, that smile.
“It’s okay, Tara. See you tomorrow?”
“I’ll see you.” 
And you both walked off. As soon as both of your backs turned, you both walked off with a smile.
                                    It’s my first time writing a series, and quite frankly, I don’t find myself to be too much of a writer, but I’ve been thinking so much about Tara that I just had to make a series of my own! let me know what you think!
- aur
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spidernuggets · 3 months
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Hiiii
If you don't mind could you maybe write something where Jason and reader get in argument but really it's just Jason being paranoid and accusing her of something she didn't even do, and the argument plus the fact that he doesn't believe her makes her start crying and he just like calls her a crybaby or pathetic or some stupid insult and then leaves but then he finds out she was actually telling him the truth and just how Jason would be after that, would he feel so bad that he avoids her and inadvertently makes it worse or would he immediately go beg forgiveness and apologise?
Jason Todd x Reader
"God, stop crying. This is so pathetic of you. Going off with some guy and then crawling back to me,"
The champagne flute Jason was holding in his hand looked like it was going to break as he watched you talk to some other guy across the room.
It was Stephanie's birthday, and she decided to go big and bold as she usually does each year. She used Bruce's gala hall as her birthday venue and was so excited when you told her that you'd attend.
Of course, Jason attended with you since he goes to Stephanie's birthday every year, but this year, he wasn't so pleased, especially with the way the guy touched your shoulder as you laughed at a joke that Jason presumed was the worst joke in existence.
Jason was having a conversation with another guest, but by the time he turned to see if you were still at the same spot that you were standing at, you were gone.
And so was the guy.
He walked around the hall, frantically searching for you, only imagining the worse.
Were you kidnapped? Did the guy hurt you?
But when he turned to the giant double doors, he saw you walking in. You were laughing. You came in, and you were laughing with that stupid guy.
So that's where you were? Off to who know where with some other guy? What were you doing with him? Where exactly did you go with him?
Jason's insecurities started bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to throw up. One of his worst nightmares came true. You found someone better than him.
Jason was about to storm up to you. Grab you, take you home with him. But Stephanie interrupts, grabbing a hold of his arm.
"Hey, where are you going?" She asks, beaming at him, clearly having a great time.
Jason didn't want to ruin her happiness. But to him, this was far more important.
"Sorry, Steph. I'm beat. I think I'm going to go home. Happy birthday, though," he lowly says, giving Stephanie a light, quick hug before leaving. And Stephanie caught how miserable he looked, and began to get worried.
"Yeah, and I can't believe she-" You felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn to see Stephanie with a worried look on her face.
She doesn't say anything. Instead, she just points to the dejected man leaving the hall.
Your eyes widen before saying by to you guy friend and wishing Stephanie a happy birthday before running towards your boyfriend.
By the time you catch up with him, the two of you are far from the hall.
You grab Jason by the shoulder, making him stop in his tracks.
"Jay? Why are you leaving? If you're too tired, you could've told me. I would've left with you," you said softly, testing the waters of his mood, trying not to push any buttons that might cause an outburst.
"Why would you? You seemed pretty nice and cosy next to your little guy friend," he hissed, shurgging your hand off of him.
You took offence to his comment. "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"
Jason turns to face you. "It means that you don't have to deal with me anymore. Seeing as you ran off with him somewhere for a good while. What? Does he know how to show you a better time."
You couldn't believe what you're hearing. "Jason Peter Todd. If you're accusing me of something, why not just say it straight."
"Fine. You're cheating on me. That's what that was, right? Leaving me all night to talk to some freak," he spits.
Your heart breaks at his words. How can he say that to you? After all the times you've shown him nothing but your love and affection.
You laugh out of spite. "Wow. Is that really how low you think of me, Jason? You think I'm some.. some bitch that would go off to someone else who isn't you?"
That was supposed to be a rhetorical question. A question that would make Jason think about his accusations. But it took a turn.
"Yeah," he says. "Yeah maybe you are."
He didn't mean to say that. Why would he say that? He's just so angry and insecure but he didn't mean to project any of that onto you.
Usually, in times where Jason would break down like this, you'd leave, give him some space to calm down. But you're too upset to even walk away.
"How dare you!" You yell. You feel your eyes sting, and your vision starts to blur. " I've been nothing but loyal to you this whole relationship! And you have the audacity to accuse me?? That guy is just a friend that I happen to know from work!" You start to cry, your voice breaking, choking on a sob.
What you say doesn't comprehend to Jason. His head is filled with voices that won't leave him alone.
They found someone better. They're even more angry at you. They're going to leave you. They're crying to guilt trip you.
Jason rolls his eyes. "God, stop crying. This is so pathetic of you. Going off with some guy and then crawling back to me," he lowly says, sending nothing but a hateful glare to you.
What the fuck was happening. Those eyes used to look so soft and loving. Now, it's full of sadness and hatred.
Jason doesn't give you a chance to respond as he walks away. You follow him a bit, seeing him go out the doors of the manor, hopping on his bike and drive away without you.
You stood there. You felt paralysed. You sobs grew louder as you tried to muffle them, bring both hands to your face. Your tears started to ruin your makeup, and you couldn't feel like you can even stand any longer.
You were about to drop to the floor, but luckily, Stephanie and Cass were close behind you, searching for where you and Jason went off to. Stephanie held you close on the ground while Cass crouched beside you, a comforting hand on your shoulder.
After the party, Steph offered you to stay in her room. She went around the manor, looking for clothes and pyjamas that you would feel comfortable in.
You highly appreciated her kindness. But you still felt so numb and empty inside. You're still unsure what happened. Did Jason break up with you?
Stephaine, Cass, and Barbara each visited you throughout the days, checking up on you, assuring you that it wasn't your fault, that men suck, and to give Jason time to tantrum his feelings out himself.
It's been a couple of days now, magbe 2 weeks since that night. You've heard that Jason only came in at least 4 times, only to visit the BatCave for vigilante kind of meetings.
Those 4 times, all the girls have been ignoring Jason, sending him knives through their glares.
Jason came by today to drop off some files about the Riddler. He expected no one in the BatCave, but he heard someone clear their throat behind him.
He turned to see Babs, Cass, and Steph behind him, all their arms crossed and giving him a hateful look.
"What?" He said. They weren't sure if he was clueless or just didn't want to talk.
"What?? What! What the hell was that? Accusing them of cheating, are you serious?" Steph yelled at him, makimg Jason slightly wince. Everyone knows it's bad when Stephanies pissed off.
"If they weren't, then where the hell did they go?" he mutters.
Babs pinched the bridge of her nose. "News flash, genius. There was an open bar outside the hall. The two just webt to grab a drink."
"Oh yeah? So why were they so chummy with some rando?"
"Oh my go- That's their coworker, Kev! And also my friend! We all hung out with him a couple of times, man! Plus, he has a boyfriend!" Stephanie yells, whipping out her phone, showing a pic of her, you, Kev, and another guy beside Kev, who was kissing him on the cheek.
After stuffing her phone back in her pocket, Jason looked like a kicked puppy.
"Steph's room. Now." Barb says. Jason slightly nods and heads out the cave, going up to Steph's room.
He knocks three times on the door. He heard no answer. And there was no answer the next three times he knocked.
He slowly opened the door to peek and saw a lump in the blankets on the bed.
A small smile grows on his lips as he saw you peacefully sleeping. But when he crouches beside the bed to take a closer look at you, he takes note of your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, and his heart broke.
You shifted in your sleep, your body turning away from him.
"I didn't say you can come in," you muttered.
Jason sighs. "I know. Will you look at me... please?"
You scoff. "This is so pathetic of you. Accusing me of cheating and then crawling back to me," you say, your voice hoarse as you mocked his words from that night.
"I know, darling. It is. It is pathetic. I had no right to accuse you. I was... I was so jealous. I thought you finally found someone better than me. That you'd finally leave me. I thought that if I left first, it wouldn't hurt as much. But it still did. It hurt so much," his voice started to break, and tears started travelling down his cheek. "I don't expect you to forgive me. But I'm so sorry, my darling. I love you so much."
One second turns to two. Then a minute goes by. One long, long minute. Jason tries hard not to sob in front of you as he gets up and begind to take his leave, harshly wiping his tears.
"It's kinda cold," you say quietly. Jason turns to you. You can see the confusion on his face. But you can also see his red nose and wet cheeks.
You lift the blanket from the empty spot beside you. "You coming in or what?" You ask. This makes Jason break into another sob, quickly wiping the tears away from his face as he awkwardly takes the empty spot beside you.
He wraps his arms around you as you nuzzle yourself into his chest.
"I'm sorry," he says once more, his voice cracking.
"I don't know if I can forgive you yet, Jay," you say. "But right now, I just want to be with you." Jason sniffles, burying his face to the crown of your head as you placed a light kiss to his Adam's apple.
"As much as this is cutely bitter-sweet, if you two are gonna cuddle, do it in Jason's room. I will not have couple cooties all over my bed," Steph says out of nowhere. Both your heads look over to the door where you see Babs, Steph, and Cass standing where Cass awkwardly waves.
"Yeah, yeah, we're going," you say, getting up, pulling Jason with you.
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sam-loves-seb · 1 year
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steddie christmas party au
the thing is--there's an office holiday party coming up.
steve, who works as a guidance counselor at hawkins middle, knows that every year the staff throws a holiday party. he wasn't here for the one last year, off visiting nancy and robin in boston for the holidays, but everyone says it's always a good time and the teachers have all been hounding him to go.
the thing is--he wouldn't even mind going alone. he actually likes some of his co-workers, and he has enough natural charm to survive one night of bad food and christmas music and punch that's just a little too strong to have more than two glasses without getting wasted. he knows that he could go alone and everything would be fine.
but he doesn't really want to.
"plus one?" the school secretary says with raised brows as he hands in his rsvp card. "i didn't know you were seeing anybody."
steve just shrugs as he turns to head back to his office. it's not like people haven't tried to pry into his love life before--some of the female teachers make their availability blaringly obvious to him every time he answers the question "do you have a girlfriend" with "no"--they just haven't gone about it in the right way.
it's not like he's hiding his relationship, people just assume, and they assume incorrectly. that's not his fault.
"the staff christmas party?" eddie asks that night as they're getting ready for bed. "you seriously want to go to that?"
"you don't have to come," steve tells him around a mouthful of toothpaste, then spits. "i just thought it might be nice for you to meet some of my co-workers, and for some of them to meet you. but if you don't want to come with me, that's okay, really."
"babe, if you want me there, i'm there," eddie tells him as he ditches his jeans for flannel pajamas. "just don't be surprised when i get tipsy off the punch and make a fool out of you on the dance floor."
and so, they went to the party with steve dressed in his usual khakis with this favorite ugly christmas sweater worn over a casual dress shirt, and eddie in his usual black on black, though he switched the band t-shirt for a button-up. he added a red tie last minute to try and be more festive for the party, even though steve kept telling him he could wear whatever he wanted.
they walk into the gym hand in hand, and more than a few people stop talking to turn and stare.
but eddie's not paying attention because he's looking at the tinsel hung up on the walls and wondering how they got it that high up, and steve ignores all the surprised faces looking at him until he spots his group of friends tucked together in the corner, some with their spouses, some without.
he drags eddie over to them and introduces him as his boyfriend--saying it loud enough for every goddamn eavesdropper to hear it clearly--and eddie shakes hands and smiles as steve's friends greet him without missing a beat.
they eat and they drink and they dance, and most of the party gets over their initial shock pretty quickly after seeing how happy steve is with eddie around. the rest of the night goes by quickly, and someone even snaps a picture of steve kissing eddie under the mistletoe hanging over the gym door.
by the time the students come back from break in the new year the rumors about mr. harrington sexuality are basically non-existent--thank you short attention spans--and most of the teachers have stopped asking him if he has a girlfriend. steve feels like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, one he didn't even realize he was carrying. it's freeing, having everyone--everyone who matters--know about about eddie.
and when the staff christmas party rolls around again next year, steve has twice as much fun dragging eddie under the mistletoe with a ring on his finger and a date picked out for the spring.
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burntb4bydoll · 10 months
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Reunion segz with Bill maybe? Getting back together with him after a bad fight or maybe you’re his ex from his early tokio hotel days/you’re an ex member of the band 🤭🤭
I got another request very similar to this that i haven’t done yet so here you go lol!!
Bill Kaulitz x Reader
Summery: you see Bill at a party after not seeing him since you broke up
Warnings: unprotected sex, maybe a little bit of scratching, sappy reunion ngl, Bill being protective of you🤭 idfk you guy just have cute fluffy sex??
You walk into your friends house and are immediately hit with the scent of alcohol and weed. The house was dimly lit so you couldn’t really recognize anyone in the room. Sighing, you walk towards the kitchen. You weren’t necessarily in the partying mood, you really only came because your friend begged you to. Which you thought was kinda strange because usually they arent so insistent on making you come to things like this. And of course the person who invited you was no where to be found.
You took a step outside by the pool and thats when you saw him. Bill fucking Kaulitz, your ex boyfriend, standing by your friend and a couple random people. Now it makes sense why your friend wanted you to come so bad. You had just recently told them how you missed him. Bill looked away from whoever he was talking to and locked eyes with you. His eyes widened as he watched you from across the patio. God, you could just die right now. The way he’s looking st you like your the most beautiful being on the planet makes your heart beat faster.
“Hey y/n! Come over here!” Your friend called out. You felt your heart drop when you realized there was no hiding from him. He stared at you the whole time you were walking over. “Y/nnn im so glad you’re here, look did you see Bil-“ you cut them off by pulling them away from the scene.
“What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me he would be here?!” You whisper-yelled at your clearly drunk friend. They just laughed and handed you their drink.
“Y/n its fineee just have a drink and calm down!”
“Fine? F/n. I look like shit, and I am not anywhere near ready to see him without rethinking our whole break up-“
Someone slammed there body into yours, causing you to stumble into a nearby table. The person was clearly pissed off and drunk. They took a step towards you and you backed up.
“Watch it dumbass! Get the fuck out of the way next time!” Before you could say anything you saw someone come up behind the angry man and yank him away from you. No fucking way. It was Bill. You’re stomach erupted with butterflies when you saw how protective he still was over you.
“Don’t talk to her like that! You’re the one who can’t handle your fucking alcohol.” Your jaw dropped at his tone towards the other man. You hadn’t even talked to him since you guys broke up, and he still cares about you? You grabbed Bills arm and tugged on it a bit, trying to get his attention.
“Its ok, he’s just drunk he’s probably not even gonna remember this. Just calm down.” He let go of the guys shirt and gave him a shove in thr opposite direction. “Thank you. I would have been alright though Bill.” He clicks his tongue and looks down at you.
“Yeah well, I’m not gonna let anyone treat you like that. You don’t deserve it.” His voice comes out softer than you expected. You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet man in front of you. “Do you wanna go somewhere else and talk..?” He asked, shifting nervously.
“Um, yeah..yeah sure.” You tried to hide the shake in your voice as you followed him out of the backyard and up the stairs of your friends house. Once you reach your friends guest room, both of you step closer to each other. You can’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth
“Bill, I miss you..”
“Shit.. I miss you too.”
Neither of you moved. You just stood there, inches away from each other. Your eyes move from his to look at his lips until he grabbed your face and kissed you. You close your eyes and hum at the familiar feeling of his lips on yours. He pushes your body against the door, successfully keeping you in place.
“Missed you so bad Bill. Feels so lonely without you.” You mumbled against his lips. Bill softly moans at your words.
“I never stopped loving you honey. ‘Could never love someone else the way I love you. Your my soulmate.” You could hear the genuineness of his words. You whimper quietly, trying to hold back tears. “Hey, hey no. Don’t cry sweetheart, I’m here now. I can’t let you go again.” You pull him back down to kiss you again, running your hands through his soft hair. He spread your legs with his knee and lifts it up to rest against your clothed heat. (I actually hate that im sorry) You let out a shocked gasp and put your arms around his neck to support yourself.
“Bill please, ‘want you so bad. I need you.” You use the most sweet tone, hoping to convince him to not tease you. He smiles widely and laughs a little.
“Ok, ok hun, are you sure? I don’t want this to be something you regret.” His giggly tone faded into a concerned one. You lean up to kiss the corner of his lips,
“Of course I’m sure Bill. Fuck, I mean I’ve thought about this every day since we broke up.” His smile returned and he kisses your forehead.
“Lets get these and pants off of you you, yeah?” You giggled and nodded watching him pull down your pants and underwear. He slipped his hand between your legs and groaned. “Shit, you really did miss me.” He teases, knowing damn well he’s just as needy for you. He pulls his hand away from you and pulled his own pants off. He goes to take off your shirt but you stop him,
“No, no just fuck me please. I need to feel you now.” You whine to him, practically begging.
“Alright sweetie calm down, I got you.” He picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his hips. He lined his tip up with your entrance and leaves little kisses on your face as he pushes into you. You groan and dig your nails into his shoulder. He doesn’t even let you catch your breath before thrusting his hips into yours.
“God you feel so good! Needed your dick inside me so bad!” You moan, not even caring about how desperate you sound.
“I know, I missed this fucking pussy. So perfect for me, so so perfect.” Both of you were basically high off of each other’s presence, having been so close for so long then not seeing each other for months. He speeds up his thrusts and grips your hips tightly. You feel euphoric, running your hands all over his body, trying to feel every part of him.
“B-bill I’m gonna~ shit I’m so close please don’t stop!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Shhh. Its ok honey, cum for me, please. Please cum.” Both of you were begging for each other, but neither of you felt any shame. You both knew you were meant for each other. You arch your back and let your orgasm rush through you. Bill whimpers at the feeling and his hips stutter. He finishes inside you and you are both left panting and groaning.
“Would you please take me back y/n?”
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alaboadoa · 8 months
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chaos makes the muse
pair. hayakawa aki x gn!reader
content: enemies to lovers, fluff, mentions of addiction and smoking cigarettes (negatively, i'm sorry smokers pls look away), reader is a little shit and aki is sick and tired, swearing
synopsis. aki's life is defined by bad decisions and terrible habits. it culminated in you. he's screwed.
wc. 6.2k (oops)
a/n: this is my preemptive apology for all the smokers out there who i just slandered !! i am so sorry i love you. this fic was meant to be experimental with tropes and dynamics i've never tried before, sorry if it's not entirely up to standard :') i really tried my best guys... enjoy!
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it started as a challenge.
it always starts as a challenge for aki — from the lit end of his cigarette to the place where it sits dangerously between his teeth. he picked it up as a bad habit from himeno. that was his first challenge; the way he'd adamantly refused to smoke but ultimately caved over a lukewarm bowl of ramen. what a depressing tale.
it wasn't meant to be anything more than a "why the hell not?" sort of defiance against the universe.
he hadn't been broken in by devil hunting yet and didn't need it as something to take the edge off. oh, how he wishes he could go back in time and slap himself silly.
day by day he found his reliance grew. an unpleasant itch in his throat, an insatiable craving that would slam into his chest and leave him breathless at the most inconvenient times. sometimes he would start muttering to himself in irritation when he got that familiar itch right after brushing his teeth.
as he got older and worked a little longer as a devil hunter, he grew less and less sane the longer he went without a smoke.
that was the second challenge; trying to focus on his jobs when his brain was buzzing with need. it was hard to stay sharp when he could feel the box sitting in his front pocket — agonizing, teasing, mocking him.
it's probably the reason he ended up in this mess in the first place, standing across from makima while she lists off all the ways he messed up on his last job. and the list is long. he must have really needed a dart.
so here he is, back turned to the door as he faces makima head-on. his fingers instinctively drum against the pocket of his pants, along the box sitting there, and all he can think is "i can't wait to get out of here for a smoke."
then the door swings open. a chill runs down his spine before he even turns around, because there's a certain air that enters the room unlike any he's felt before.
he's encountered the scariest devils out there. his whole family was taken out by a gargantuan gun-infested lovecraftian monster. but for some reason, aki gets an unfamiliar wave of horror that washes over him when he finally turns around.
"this is your new temporary partner until i'm sure you can be trusted alone on another mission."
and there you are. his third challenge.
you seem too relaxed to have been in this business for long, though it looks like you could only be a year or two younger than him. there's something about you that ticks him off. you're not a fiend — definitely not with how plain you are, but the way you're scowling at him as if he's a disease on this earth makes him second guess it.
aki can't even hear what makima is talking about anymore, too busy melting into a puddle under your heavy, judgemental glare. silence fills the room and aki is acutely aware that he's supposed to introduce himself, but you're too quick to speak and beat him to the punch.
"you smoke," is your deadpan and rather uncalled for observation.
"yes i do. and?"
you scrutinize him with a sneer, clearly disgusted.
"i don't like the smell of smoke. or smokers."
his jaw nearly drops at your bluntness. for the sake of keeping his cool exterior intact, he steels himself and takes a deep breath. it's fine. he knew how to deal with handfuls like you, like denji, like power. trouble kids. this would be easy–
"i promise you, i'll be uncooperative and keep you as a hostage in lower paying jobs until you quit."
"you... can't be serious?"
"dead serious."
"... and who the hell are you again?"
"i don't tell people my name."
"this whole mysterious act sucks. and your attitude sucks, too."
your glare sharpens at his words and you huff like a child throwing a tantrum. he almost wants to laugh at how your expression has changed. instead, he holds out his hand with a resigned sigh. "alright, alright. i'm sorry. my name is hay-"
you slap his hand away; a wordless warning accompanied by another look that makes him shrink back.
"don't care. didn't ask."
makima smiles, cruel and knowing. "i'm glad to see the two of you getting along. you're dismissed."
aki knows he shouldn't be mad at makima. it was his fault in the first place that the devil got away, and only because he was so distracted. this was a fair punishment for such a severe mess up. if this was her way of teaching him a lesson, he would just have to grit his teeth and bear through it.
he stares you down with disdain sitting under his tongue, bitter and unforgiving like the aftertaste of his black coffee in the morning; like having a mouthful of power and denji's burnt breakfast; like the tar that coats his lungs.
"fine then, be that way. nice to meet you, partner."
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aki's mornings start slow.
they always have, for as long as he can remember. he wakes up just after the crack of dawn, to which denji has called him sick in the head multiple times for, and spends his time unwinding before he inevitably has to go into work and be on high alert for ten hours straight.
it's a peaceful morning like any other. he's on his balcony overlooking the quiet streets of tokyo. denji and power haven't woken up yet, so he has at least a few moments of solitude (which he so desperately needs, by the way).
he cracks open a new box of cigarettes and shakes one into his hand. he's two seconds away from flicking open his lighter to start his morning smoke when–
"i told you i don't like smokers."
aki nearly falls off the balcony in surprise, whipping around to see the intruder. you're standing there with another frown on your face. he has to wonder if you can smile at all.
"how did you get into my apartment?!"
"huh? the front door. are you stupid?"
"but–" aki's head tilts so that he can peer over your shoulder. there's no sign of anyone else being awake to let you in, which means you must have just taken the liberty of waltzing on in here unannounced. "don't sneak up on me like that. i could have hurt you."
"why would you do that?"
"excuse me? because you just broke into my apartment, for fuck's sake."
"i didn't!" you argue back defensively, fumbling in your pocket to pull out a key. and in that moment, aki realizes something deeply, deeply terrible. just as makima had sprung the role of babysitter onto him with denji and power, she has now bestowed upon him possibly the most irritating human being ever born.
this can’t be happening. he couldn’t possibly get stuck with a third unbearable roommate. what kind of shitty karma does he have?
"i... i need a minute."
your tongue clicks in annoyance. "hurry up. i want to leave for work asap."
"just go in yourself. i can meet you there later."
"i don't have a car."
it's as if thunder claps in his ears. "you... don't... have a car..." he repeats back to you slowly, utterly defeated. "at least let me finish getting ready."
you eye the cigarette still held between his fingers with nothing but contempt. "i don't like–"
"yes, yes, i get it! you don't like the smell of smoke. you don't like me."
your face scrunches slightly as you fall silent. if he didn't think you were being such a pest right now, he might have thought you looked a little cute.
"it hurts my nose."
"you have a sensitive nose or something?"
"or something."
his eye twitches.
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aki very quicky learns that when you don't like how things are done, you're very vocal about it. and not only are you vocal, if he ever decided to be stubborn you would take actions into your own hands.
he can't count how many times you've stomped up to him in the middle of a job just to slap the cigarette straight out of his mouth and snuff it out with your heel. he's starting to get antsy because of it.
you're a menace. sometimes he even finds that a box of cigarettes he had purchased the night before has mysteriously ended up drenched at the bottom of the bath. it's infuriating.
he doesn't understand how someone could be so intolerant to a scent. he knew it was unpleasant, but he would like to think that he has impeccable enough hygiene to at least be passable. hell, even denji and power don't seem to notice or care.
(not that it's a very high bar to clear when it comes to them. denji once ate a kid's half-chewed leftovers off the table at mcdonalds and said it was a waste of food. aki was not pleased.)
it's not until he's known you for exactly sixty-two days that he learns the truth. two agonizing months of taking a single drag before you come over to him and snatch the cancer stick right out from under his nose.
aki isn't sure how he never noticed — the minute twitch of your nose when you were drawing closer to a devil. the way your shoulders stilled as you held your breath around denji and power.
he thought you were just a regular human being. he should have known makima wouldn't have paired him with someone normal. you were makima's personal devil tracker.
"it's this way," you tell him as you lead him further into the tunnel. it's almost pitch black. aki can't get a read on anything around him.
"how do you know?"
you look at him with an brow raised, like he just asked a really dumb question. "i can smell it."
"you can smell it?"
"i can smell it,” you repeat in confirmation.
"you're insane. there's nothing down here. let's just go back and regroup with–"
you suddenly swivel around, the flashlight in your hand beaming into his face. he has to cover them with a hand as he scowls at you for temporarily blinding him.
"no! it's here! it would just be easier to find if someone wasn't masking up its scent!"
aki's eyes roll into the back of his head at your little jab. "don't waste my time. i have better things to be doing than babysitting you down here."
he gestures dramatically for you to continue walking, shuffling around in his pocket before pulling out a dart. you glower at him distastefully.
"are you for real right now? you can't go 5 minutes without a smoke?"
he just shrugs, lighting it as he trails behind you. "if i need one then i need one."
"i can't believe you. you're seriously so childish," you sputter out, turning around to glare at him.
aki just sighs tiredly, blowing smoke into your face.
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he can't wrap his head around why denji and power have taken such a liking to you.
you're rude and blunt and shameless with your remarks. if he was irrational he might have knocked you out by now for constantly swiping darts out of his mouth.
your relationship is purely obligatory. there's a level of mutual trust between you and him; there has to be for the two of you to be a partially functioning team of hunters — but even then, you bicker. and as soon as you're home, you rush into your room in a flurry of curse words and bites that leave aki grumbling to himself.
he doesn't get it. there's not an ounce of appeal.
you have a plain style and an even less exciting personality. he also thinks you have an ugly attitude problem and act like a brat when you want something from him. he always caves, too, which is the worst part — it's some unawakened big brother instinct that he never got to feel as a kid.
he spoils you too much for your own good. 
don't want carrots in your curry tonight? fine. he doesn't want to hear you complaining about it, or worse, flinging them around the room with power. again.
saw something at the hundred yen store on the way home? whatever. it's just a hundred yen. if you want it then he'll buy it even if it's something as stupid as a charm for your keychain.
and he hates that you find it all so sentimental, the cheap little trinkets he gets for you. he absolutely loathes the fact that you lug them all around with you. they clink and jingle as you walk around, a clear dead giveaway when you're trying to be stealthy during a job.
(the kicker? it's so endearing that he can't even find it in himself to scold you for it. he despises you for making him even consider calling you cute.)
he should have grown a stronger resolve about this sort of thing. otherwise, he would have been coming home unscathed tonight.
he exhales in exhaustion as he watches you retreat into your room again for the night before he shuffles over into the bathroom and sits at the edge of the tub. he had just bought you a little bracelet with a bell charm on it, jingling with every step you took. it was a grave mistake to bring it into enemy territory.
as much as he would love to place the blame on you, he can't. not when you're so much less experienced out in the field than he is, and not when you were so reserved the entire ride home.
it was his fault. he should have known better.
you were eerily silent as you drove (he was in no condition to drive, so despite his reluctance handing you his car keys, he really had no choice). there was a look on you that was unrecognizable — something morphed between guilt and worry.
he usually doesn't smoke in the confines of his apartment, taking his cigarettes outside where it'll smell less. but he needs one badly right now, and who are you to stop him in his own home?
he catches his reflection in the mirror above the sink. it hits him then how much of a mess he is right now; hair disheveled and masking his vision, blood staining his white button-up, sweat sticking to his forehead and smoke rising to veil half of his face.
aki doesn't get paid enough for this.
"you look like shit."
his eyes flutter closed at the sound of your voice from the door. you invite yourself in, standing a few feet away from him with a hand covering your nose.
"smell like it, too."
"yeah, i bet," he mumbles, pulling the dart from between his teeth to blow smoke in your direction like he always does when you’re pissing him off. you wave it away with a scowl.
"that was rude."
"speak for yourself."
"you suck."
"did you come in here just to be a bother?"
your face twists and he almost bursts out laughing at the constipated expression you give him. you fumble a little with your sleeves, gaze falling to the floor as you stand there like a kid who just threw up and needs their mom to come clean it up.
"do you need help?" you ask him, voice nearly inaudible.
he considers it for a second before his eyes drift to the cigarette still lit between his fingers. "no. it's fine. it's probably better if you're not in here with me right now."
"but you're hurt."
"i've been through worse. i'm fine, really," aki raises a brow at you and your strange behaviour, "don't worry about it."
you're silent again for a moment as his words sink in. "i feel bad. i feel like it's my fault." you sound earnest about it, chewing on your bottom lip guiltily.
he exhales loudly in response, shifting his weight a little on the tub so he can unbutton his shirt. "okay, okay. quit making that face. it's creeping me out."
you huff at his words but surprisingly offer no rebuttal. you waddle over to him slowly, brows furrowing further with each drag of your feet against the tile floor. he watches you curiously as you rummage through the sink cabinet and kneel in front of him, body resting between his thighs.
if you can feel how warm he gets from the action, you don't bother teasing him about it.
your nose is entirely scrunched up now, though you do your best to hide your clear disdain for the scent of smoke filling your nose.
"you really don't have to do this. i promise i'm okay."
you leer at him stubbornly and he immediately relents, not in the mood for a petty argument. you work quickly and delicately, wrapping his wound in gauze. it's then that he realizes there's no tiny jingle of a bell filling the air as you move, and he looks down to see your empty wrist.
"for the record, it wasn't your fault," he says quietly, hand stopping yours. you don't try and slap it away this time, but falter a bit.
"... you don't have to try to be nice to me."
"i'm not trying to be nice. i'm just telling you how it is."
"but–"
"no buts."
your eyes meet his as you peer up at him. you stay still for just a beat before you're wrapping him again, careful not to nick his wound.
are you... crying?
it's subtle, the little tears gathering on your lashes. he might not have realized if it wasn't accompanied by the tiniest of sniffles (which makes you recoil back slightly with the intrusion of smoke filling your lungs).
oh no. he's growing a soft spot for you because of this. the most irritating human on the planet, and he wants to give you a hug so you'll stop crying. what the hell is wrong with him.
aki's hand plops onto the top of your head before either of you realize it's happening. he awkwardly averts his stare.
"don't cry. it's ugly on you."
and it really is, because why else would his heart be having such a violent reaction to it?
for a second he anticipates the sharp sting of your hand smacking his away again, or maybe you'll even be so angry that you'll tilt your head up and sink your teeth into him like a rabid animal. 
but you don't. you laugh — a real genuine laugh that makes him dizzy.
he's never been able to picture you with a smile on your face before. you always look feral, like you're about to launch at him and tear his skin off, or so tired that you can't even keep your eyes open anymore.
he sucks in a deep breath as he watches you laugh, blinking the tears out and wiping them up with your sleeve.
you don't say anything to him in response, instead giggling to yourself as you bandage him up the rest of the way. and he doesn't say anything either, not wanting to ruin something so special.
aki realizes that there's still a cigarette he's unconsciously rolling between his fingers. he hasn't taken a drag in so long that it's starting to extinguish itself. and despite the smell of smoke filling the room, you haven't stopped cleaning his wound and wrapping him.
he crushes it up in his hand and drops the ashes into the tub behind him.
he really should quit.
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there's a shift in aki in the following weeks.
it's almost palpable — the way he speaks a little softer. a little more tender. kinder. and you can smell it, too; the scent of smoke slowly disappearing over time (not entirely, mind you, but it's the thought that counts).
you first noticed it when you came home from mcdonalds with denji, fries stuffed into your cheeks as you blinked down at aki who was on his hands and knees wiping down every square inch of the apartment.
"come on man, we're not that messy for you to be doing all that..." denji complained while scratching his balls. but aki didn't dignify him with a response, dutifully using a sponge and warm soapy water to scrub at the walls.
you observed him in secrecy later that night, peering into the bathroom as he dumped out the bucket of brown water. he was scrubbing the apartment clean of two years worth of smoke.
it didn't end there. as the months passed, you started smelling it on aki less, too.
once he smoked he would shower right away, even going so far as to pull over on the way home one night and use a public bathhouse. when he could he would change his clothes, too. his sudden change in lifestyle made it significantly more tolerable to linger around him. no longer were you holding your breath until your lungs ached in your ribcage.
aki also took notice of your change in behaviour in response. it was easier to be around you when you weren't constantly whining about his smell.
he didn't think he was being so obvious in the way he was starting to enjoy your company day by day. you still gave him migraines like no other, and he couldn't stand your attitude. but he couldn't help but find your quirks a little charming, at least a bit funny if nothing else.
he wasn't aware that a very watchful (and perverted) pair of eyes was picking up on his signs.
it's a quiet morning with the fan blowing. you and power are still dead to the world and aki has just settled down to have his breakfast.
"so like, what's the deal with you two anyways?"
he glances up from his food with a tilt of the head.
"what are you talking–"
"cause i mean, i totally saw you checking out their ass yesterday." at denji's remark, aki almost chokes on his rice.
"what? i absolutely was not." he guffaws at the blond as if he's ludicrous.
"riiiight... so, you're not into each other then? what's with the looks?"
"what looks?"
denji makes it a point to be theatrical in his renditions of the previous night, sighing dreamily and fluttering his lashes.
"like that."
"... just eat your breakfast, man. you're imagining things."
"nah, but i'm not. c'mon, you don't like them even a little?"
"no."
"liar."
"denji..." aki strains the name out through grit teeth — a warning.
"what'cha guys talkin' about?"
god no. aki can't do this today. not right now. it's too early in the morning.
"we were just talking about how lovey-dovey aki's been lately."
"ohoho, so he finally admits it?" power sits across the table, suddenly interested in conversation.
"i didn't admit anything..." aki puts his chopsticks down with a frustrated sigh, "and what the hell do you mean finally?"
"he totally did admit it. and you should have seen the two of them yesterday—"
"dude, i'm going to kick you in the balls."
"let me have a turn!"
"will you two stop already? i'm getting a headache."
it's a horrible conversation, honestly. a terrible, horrific, unforgiving realization that they might be even a small fraction correct. 
this whole household is the bane of his existence.
this thought sticks with him all day; they're going to be the death of me. why me, universe? why me? it doesn't stop until he finally settles into bed at the end of his long day and lets his eyes slide shut for some well-deserved sleep.
there's laughter echoing in his ears, nothing more than a dreamy hallucination as he drifts in and out of sleep. it's sweet and rare and beautiful — he wants to capture it in a bottle and get drunk off of it.
just as aki is about to fall asleep, there's a gentle knock at the door. he stirs awake again with a soft groan, sitting up in bed.
"come in."
in you walk, hands clasped in front of you as you stare at your feet. "i had a nightmare."
he scoffs, but he's climbing out of bed and trodding over to you anyways. "what are you, a child? what'd you come to me about that for?"
"jerk."
he considers you quietly, focusing on the bags under your eyes and the way you shift uncomfortably under the weight of his gaze.
"well what do you want me to do?"
you chew on your lip for a moment. "can i sleep in here?"
"with me?"
"with you."
aki looks at you like you've lost your mind. "no," he says immediately. you wouldn't get a very restful sleep if you were suffocating in the lingering smell of smoke.
he expects you to put up a fight like you always do when things don't go your way. he even braces himself for the onslaught of names you'll call him.
it never comes. instead:
"okay."
quiet and resigned and tired. and he hates that it makes his stomach drop, because next thing he knows his hand is shooting forward to capture your wrist as you retreat.
"god, quit looking so sad. you're the worst," he tells you as he drags you back into the room and unceremoniously tosses you onto his bed.
"dickwad," you bite back weakly. aki can only roll his eyes in response as he takes half his pillows and blankets to make a temporary bed on the floor for himself. you watch him curiously.
"you're not sleeping in the bed?"
"you wouldn't be able to sleep if you were that close to me."
"... right."
"goodnight," he huffs, settling onto the uncomfortably hard wooden floor. a hush settles over the room and he assumes you've either fallen asleep or are trying to, until you start shuffling around for a couple seconds. he can hear your mouth opening and closing, as if you’re deciding whether or not to say something.
"what is it now?" aki sighs, rolling onto his side to peek at you. you're already facing him, balled up into the blanket.
"can i hold your hand at least?"
he gawks at you for a second before recomposing himself. it's just hand holding, who cares? not him. not even a bit.
(liar.)
"fine," he mumbles, slowly reaching up to offer his hand. you take it tentatively, fingers gently curling around his. his brain almost explodes into malfunctioning, heart stopping in his chest.
you blink at each other, gazes steady and unwavering. then your eyes flutter closed as you pull the blanket up and over the bottom half of your face.
"hayakawa?"
"what?" he studies you, watching the way your expression changes ever so slightly.
soft, relaxed.
"thank you."
some part of aki knows he shouldn't be trying to memorize every part of you like this, but he does it anyways.
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devil hunters don't get attached to others. they don't, and they can't. but aki can't help it. it was his worst habit — worse than smoking, actually.
he was always getting emotionally involved when it came to his partners. he couldn't go to sleep anymore thinking about the fact that you would have to go in the next day and face whatever horrible devil got assigned to you. there was a sickness that gurgled in his stomach when he pictured your ragged corpse, unmoving and lifeless at his feet.
it stresses him out beyond reason, even though you're in the next room over perfectly alive and breathing. and when aki is stressed, he reaches for a cigarette.
he thinks he's being quiet, and since you should be asleep he figures just one wouldn't hurt. so he sneaks out onto his balcony for a smoke, leaning over the edge of the railing so that he can observe the empty streets below.
for some reason, he hesitates for a moment as he brings it to his lips. he doesn't even get to light it before he's once again rudely interrupted.
"you're smoking."
it's as if you have a secret sense for when he's about to smoke. or maybe you can just smell them when he taps them out of the box. either way, it irks him.
aki sighs, hand slowly lowering and dangling over the railing. he doesn't even try to deny it as he glances over his shoulder at you. you're leaning against the door frame with your arms crossed. you don't seem as irritated as you usually do, instead regarding him steadily in slight defeat.
it makes his heart ache, so he flicks the unlit dart off the balcony and watches it disappear into the darkness of the street below.
"it's unhealthy, you know."
"i know."
"so why?"
"you think i chose to be this way?" in some ways he did, but he'd never tell you that.
silence befalls you as you join his side, resting your elbows on the railing. it's a calm night; a gentle breeze blows the hair from your face when you turn to look at him.
you wordlessly examine him, and he does the same. you’re more exhausted than usual, wilted like a flower starved for water. he knows it must be draining trying to keep up with someone in a special division — especially since you don't seem to be anything more than a bomb dog for makima, sniffing out where devils are hiding. he doesn't blame you for being so tired.
"hey," he frowns at you.
"what?"
"are you ever going to tell me your name?"
"no."
"seriously?"
"seriously."
he lets out a tiny groan of annoyance before he gets an idea. "if i quit smoking, would you tell me?"
you survey him cautiously. "i'd consider it."
aki runs a hand through his long hair in contemplation, looking out toward the complex across from his. "i don't get how people just quit on a whim. doesn't seem possible."
"they have stuff for that. like, chewing gum or nicotine patches or whatever." he huffs as you continue, "you just need to find something to take your mind off of it. something that satisfies your craving."
"yeah? way easier said than done. also, i don't know if i like being lectured by the likes of–"
"you'd be too irritating if you were addicted to anything else, anyways," you dismiss your own idea, completely ignoring the glare you're receiving from aki.
"you're annoying, you know that? worse than denji. worse than power, somehow." but he wants to take care of you anyways.
"am i?" you challenge defiantly, turning to face him completely.
"the worst. honest to god, i've considered quitting my job because of you." but he hasn't, has he?
"have you now?"
"what the hell was makima thinking, trying to get me to quit smoking by sending her tracker after me?" he should be thanking her, really.
you answer him honestly, voice quiet as you allow him to unconsciously enter your personal space in his rant of frustration. "i don't know."
he only realizes he's standing too close to you when your nose twitches slightly and your brows furrow — indicators that the faint but lingering smell of smoke on him is giving you a headache.
"sorry."
he starts to pull back with a defeated noise, but then your hands shoot forward and gently cling to his sweater. he looks at you inquisitively. you seem surprised by your own actions, too.
aki is forced to reconcile with the fact that he doesn’t want to take his eyes off of you. in his almost twenty-one years alive, he's never stood so close to someone before. it's taking a real toll on him.
a heavy fog of tension settles between you as you stand there, having a stare down both out of stubbornness and curiosity as to why the other hasn't pulled away yet.
"i don't know what's wrong with me... i don't think i want you to go inside yet. stop making me feel stupid," you complain, admitting your words shamelessly.
you watch as aki blinks at you before he shakes his head in exasperation. 
"what am i going to do with you?"
there's a smile on his face as he says it, tiny and subtle. you would have missed it if he wasn't slowly inching closer and closer to you. and you let him despite the suffocating smell of smoke invading your senses again.
it occurs to him that the only things he has ever kissed are his wounds as he dresses them in bandages, himeno when she was wasted once, and the papery end of a cigarette.
you taste much sweeter than any of them.
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maybe it was just easy for aki to fall into addictions. he was weak-willed in that sense. always has been.
and he always chose the absolute worst things in the world to get addicted to; revenge, smoking, and now you. he couldn't stand being in the same room as you anymore. not when he so desperately craved your lips on his.
it started as a casual thing; a small peck here, a sneaky kiss there, nothing jaw dropping. and you didn't seem to mind it all too much, allowing him to linger a little longer every time he leaned back in.
it was becoming a problem. a very serious one. he couldn't focus anymore. it was worse than smoking, so much so that everytime he wanted to reach for a box of cigarettes, he would end up coming to you instead.
there was something about you he wanted to preserve. a fondness grew in his heart, replacing the scream of annoyance that would fill his lungs and threaten to spill out every time he laid eyes on you.
you were something he wanted to keep. something to protect. someone to fill the silence when no one else would.
aki liked bickering with you. he found normalcy in it, as if he'd spent his whole life doing it. and sometimes it really did feel that way — as if he'd spent lifetimes before this one by your side.
it's why he clings to you so tightly when he almost loses you.
you're perched in his lap as he holds you, slowly running your fingers through his untied hair. the driver's seat of the car wasn't built for two people to sit; his legs are far too cramped to be comfortable and your knees are pressed harshly into his thighs.
he doesn't care. aki has never cared so much until he met you.
he's robbing you of air, clinging to you so tightly that you can barely move. he can hear you complaining against his lips, but he can't bring himself to stop.
"stop doing this to me," he hisses, knocking his forehead into yours so that he can stare into your soul. "it's ridiculous. i hate you. i hate you."
he kisses you again to bury the familiar lump growing in his throat.
"i told you to fucking stay put. why can't you just listen to me? you could have died. what would i have done then, huh?" you don't answer him, instead cupping his cheeks to try and calm him down.
"you're stupid and reckless and fuck — what would i do without you?" he closes his eyes when your nose brushes against his; a silent apology.
"i hate how much you mean to me, i hate your stupid laugh and your voice and how awful it makes me feel when you look sad. i hate that you keep all the worthless shit i buy you on the way home from work and i hate that you stand so close even after a smoke–" aki's jaw tenses to try and dam the outburst spilling out of him, but he can’t.
"–i hate that i love you. i hate it. i hate you. fuck! i love you–"
he's out of breath by the time he finishes getting his words out, his fingers digging into your hips almost painfully. you blink down at him as you brush the hair from his face.
he’s always so composed, even when he's being mean to you. it's rare to see him worked up like this. you can't help but smile.
"... don't just smile at me, idiot. say something," he pleads quietly, head falling against your shoulder as he keeps you in place.
he squeezes his eyes shut when your fingers thread carefully through his undone hair once again, raking the knots out smoothly. he melts in your touch until your hands leave his scalp and gather up his face again so you can look at him.
there's no tiny twitch of your nose. no furrowing of your brows. no stilling of your chest as you hold your breath. actually, he's never seen you so openly inviting.
"can i kiss you?" aki asks this time, voice hoarse.
you nod, and his whole world comes apart. he takes his time memorizing every curve of your lips against his, the taste of you, the little gasps of air you suck in as he seals his claim on you with his mouth.
"aki..." you murmur his given name against his lips, over and over and over. you whisper it between kisses that leave you breathless. and he swallows your voice, allowing himself to revel in the way his name sounds on your tongue.
he didn't smell of smoke anymore. he didn't taste like death and ash, either — he was just aki.
hayakawa aki, 20, professional devil hunter and resident cynic, who you're hopelessly in love with.
“aki?”
“yeah?”
"do you still want to learn my name?"
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gemini-sensei · 5 months
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This idea came to mind with @sensei-venus's newest post about alpha!Eli and beta!Demetri.
So what if when alpha!Miguel comes along everything is fine and cool. He's a cool alpha. He isn't as headstrong as some alphas at their school and he gets bullied for being geeky and stuff, so they all get along.
Then another new student comes along: omega!Reader.
And alphas are all over her vying for her attention. What's wrong with this is she's extremely meek and shy but the alphas trying to get her attention don't realize that. They just think she's a pretty, chubby omega who needs and alpha to look out for her. She needs someone strong and muscley and tough just because she's an omega. They basically see her as fresh meat or as a prize for the taking.
One day it's really bad and alpha!Miguel, alpha!Eli and beta!Demetri witness her on the verge of tears. They almost don't smell her distressed scent over all the alpha musk their classmates are letting out. It's what pushes Miguel to finally fight back - not that he hadn't been defending himself before against bully alphas, but this is different. Reader cant speak up for herself and even if she tried, she'd get overpowered by the alphas.
So Miguel speaks up, though it's more like a growl.
"Hey! Can't you see you're upsetting her?! Give her some space!" He pushes his way through the crowd, breaking it up.
Calm, cool and sarcastic Demetri is doing his best to help, calling the alphas "meat for brains" and doing what he can, which includes pitting their attention onto him. He out wits a few jocky alphas while Miguel almost starts a fist fight, all so Reader can slip away and shy, quiet alpha!Eli can get her away from the turmoil.
When they find Miguel and Demetri later on, they're sporting a black eye and busted lip respectively. Reader feels so bad about it, thinking it's her fault, but Miguel assures her that any respectable alpha would have taken the brunt of a beating for her.
"Speka for yourself, alpha," Demetri wines as he touches his bloody lip.
Reader doesn't accept this though. She stutters nervously, so remorseful. "At-at least let m-me clean y-you u-up."
She keeps a little first aid kit in her bag and they sit down somewhere quiet to patch them up. Eli helps her by handing her alcohol wipes and opening band aids, quietly admiring her as she works.
In fact they're all admiring her as she shakily helps them. The while tike, to ease her nerves, Miguel pumps out a relaxing and protective scent and he's not even aware he's doing it. His instincts are just going along with the adrenaline rush, so his body is responding to the clearly anxious omega in front of them.
When it's over, they thank her and she thanks them. She's about the scurry away when Miguel makes an offer.
"Ya know, you can always hang out with us. Most other alphas don't bother us, only occasionally," he tells her trying to make it seem appealing. After all, his and Eli's alpha scents will naturally ward off other alphas a good 8/10 times. If she's hanging around them, it'll rub off on her and they won't bother her as much wither. "We could keep them away from you."
"Y-you'll get hurt a-again," she said, shaking her head. "Be-because of m-me. And I-I don't want that to ha-happen..."
She's about to leave when Demetri stops her, gently catching her wrist. "No they won't. I mean, maybe, but it won't be your fault. And it isn't such a bad idea... I mean, it works for me."
Reader is shocked they want her around. She just got them beat up after all. Still, their kindness and friendship are very heartwarming, so she accepts. She hadn't yet made any friends at the school, so why not start with two alphas and a beta?
They have no idea what they've all just signed up for, unaware that Reader was the missing piece of their little pack. They just don't know how much they're going to fall for her, truly.
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knightinink · 4 months
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Blitzo & Fizzarolli: Some Character Analysis
I've been thinking about this ever since ep7 came out, & the scene of a teenage Blitzo & Fizzarolli walking home after the Mammon concert has revealed a part of their relationship dynamic when they were younger.
Wherever Blitzo goes, Fizz will follow, & Blitzo protects him from danger.
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Just from watching them, it's apparent to me that between the two of them, Fizz is a lot more self-conscious & sensitive than Blitzo is, and is a more "wears his heart on his sleeve" type of person. Fizz strikes me as someone who would want to help someone if he could, even if it makes him uncomfortable (ex: the fizz-bots Mammon wanted). Fizz could very easily get himself stuck in situations he doesn't particularly want to be in, as he doesn't stick up for himself.
One reason he & Blitzo go together so well is because Blitzo does, & we've seen that during their interaction with Creepzo. Fizz is immediately uncomfortable & Blitzo notices, & he starts threatening the guy to beat it or he's gonna make him swallow his fangs. But Fizz doesn't pull away, clearly not wanting this interaction to be happening right now, but it's like he doesn't know how to say "no", and eventually just ends it with "We have to go now, thanks though!" in a falsely-polite tone.
I LOVE this next short scene because of Fizz's body language.
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Fizz is still hunched inwards & hugging himself, clearly uncomfortable & attempting to self-soothe, but he looks back at the guy as he forlornly screams his name. This gives me the impression that Fizz feels bad for making the guy upset, and even though he was being a massive creep, Fizz would've possibly turned back to apologize & would work something out with the guy to make him feel better (i.e. what I think happened with both Cash & Mammon, as both are manipulative to get what they want & Blitzo wasn't there to stop them).
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But when he looked back at Blitzo & noticed he hadn't stopped walking, he quickly kept by him, as if seeing his best friend ignore the guy snapped him out of what would've been a very dangerous decision, & Fizz kept going.
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& we see that Blitzo's instincts were correct to get Fizz out of there, because as soon as he leaves, Creepzo drops the sad act & starts angrily hurling insults at Fizz, showing his true nature.
"Fine, fuck you! You think you're better than me you elitist prick? Your act's fucking trash anyways!"
& while this comment clearly upsets Fizz, he keeps on following Blitzo away from the danger, trusting the other imp to keep him safe. Once they're away from the immediate threat, it's time for Blitzo to do damage control.
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We can tell from Fizz's body language that, even though he's this successful & renowned circus performer, he's still really self-conscious & doesn't think he's as good as he is. He's been working to get where he is for practically his entire life, & still it only takes one person's nasty comment to bring him crashing down.
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"What if my acts are trash? What if I'm never good enough?"
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"Hey, don't let one asshole get to you, okay? You are plenty good enough!"
Blitzo isn't just saying that to make Fizz feel better in the moment, he's saying it because he genuinely means it, & he knows just how good the other imp is at what he does, even if he doesn't see it. Blitzo cares so much about Fizzarolli, & hates seeing him upset, which is why his next instinct after the danger is gone is to comfort & reassure him.
I think that, as a teenager himself, Blitzo is also self-conscious to a degree (& we see him spiral into his self-hatred tendencies as an adult & that had to start somewhere), but he's much better at concealing it than Fizz is. We know people's opinion of him (aka. Cash) & how Creepzo didn't acknowledge him as a performer at the same circus Fizz works for, so it's assumed that people know he isn't as good as Fizz is. And while it hurts him, Blitzo has been toughened by the world in a different way than Fizz has, hence why he reacts the way he does.
They were both forced to grow up too fast, being circus performers from their childhood & in their teenage years & being hardened by the world comes with that, but it affected Blitzo & Fizz differently where Blitzo would rather give the cold-shoulder & tell people to fuck off while Fizz is much more emotionally-inclined & is more likely to give in against what he wants.
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Blitzo puts his opinion of himself above others, but Fizz is the exact opposite, feeling like he constantly needs to prove himself to others & who's opinions really don't matter. Fizz craves validation & Blitzo wants him to see that no one's opinion matters but his own, & once Fizz can see himself for the amazing, talented individual he is, he will be happier & more confidant than he ever was before.
But, unfortunately, because they were separated, Fizz was manipulated by Mammon into doing things he didn't want to do, all because he felt like he needed to prove himself & that he was still good enough.
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Thanks for reading this angst fest! Here's some happy Blitzo & Fizz for getting through to the end, to lift the mood a bit!
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bloatedandalone04 · 11 months
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➪the one where ethan mistook your kindness for love. (requested)
Warnings: death, angst, obsessive ethan, lowkey yandere ethan, takes place mostly in the climax of scream vi, blood, mentions of blood, mentions of death, use of knives, all around fun stuff (clearly)
Word Count: 1.9k
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3
Ethan’s crush on you wasn’t as well hidden as he probably thought it was. 
Every single person in the friend group knew about his feelings for you as he did a really bad job at hiding it. You were the only exception as it seemed as though you had no clue of the poor boy’s infatuation with you. 
There was rarely a time where Ethan wasn’t around you, and unluckily for him - or luckily for him, who really knows - your friendships had always consisted of touch. Hand holding, hugs, kisses on the cheek; they were all things you normally did with your friends. And they were things you currently do with Ethan, platonically. You were oblivious to how seriously he took your displays of affection. 
To him, it went beyond you just being friendly. You had to be into him, right? There was no way you weren’t, no way your lingering touches meant nothing to you when they meant everything to him. There was just no way.
But it was true. Ethan was a good friend, and that was all you saw him as. 
Since Anika and Quinn had been killed in the Carpenter apartment, it was no longer your safe space. Instead, you found yourself sitting quietly on the couch in Chad and Ethan’s place. 
Your leg was bouncing uncontrollably as Tara, Sam, Mindy and Chad talked amongst themselves in the kitchen. Ethan was beside his roommate, pretending like he was listening to the endless conversation, but he was really just looking over at you. The way your body curled up by the edge of the couch, your knees pressed to your chest as you stared at the TV screen, eyes tired and scared. 
You were just so cute. 
Ethan nudges Chad’s elbow with his own before leaving the kitchen, and a rather boring conversation, and making his way to you. “Hey, Y/n/n,” he says, his heart skipping a beat at the way you looked up at him and gave him a small smile, murmuring a quiet ‘hi’ back to him. “How are you holding up?”
You shrug, keeping your arms locked around your legs as he sits next to you, leaving less than a couple inches between you. “I’m fine,” your voice came out shaky and told him just how full of fear you were. He just wanted to pull you into his arms and assure you that there was no way in hell any harm would be done to you. Not if he had a say in it. “I just can’t believe this is happening again.”
You were one of the many survivors of the Woodsboro murders, Sam having protected you last time as she considered you her second sister. Growing up, you and Tara were really close, and by default, you were also close with Sam. She took care of you when your parents didn’t, looked after you when she had better things to do, and even took a stab to the shoulder a few days ago when she saw that the knife was heading straight for you.
When you heard that they were leaving for New York you were devastated. That only lasted about an hour or so until Sam asked you to go with them, and now here you are. 
“You know what’s awful?” You ask and look over at Ethan, not noticing that he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he sat down. “I almost wish I died last time. I can’t keep living in fear, Eth. It’s not right.”
Tears gathered in your eyes and you quickly looked away. 
“Sorry. I don’t know why I told you that,” you mumbled, bringing your sleeve covered hand up to wipe under your eyes.
“Hey, come here,” he said quietly and you glanced over at him before allowing him to wrap his arm around your shoulder. You bury yourself in his side as you try to keep your tears from spilling onto his dark shirt. “Don’t be sorry. You’re just scared and you have every right to be. It might not mean much, but I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”
You lift your head and give him a sad smile. “You can’t make those kind of promises, Eth,”
His heart swells at how cute his nickname sounded when you said it. “I just did,” he answered simply. 
Scoffing playfully, you sit up a bit and wrap your arms around his shoulders, embracing him in a grateful hug. “Thanks for being so awesome,” you say quietly, your chin resting against his neck.
Ethan felt like he was dreaming when he allowed himself the pleasure of returning the embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and pulling you even closer. 
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 Your heart felt like it was failing you as you slammed your elbow down onto one of the display cases. Ignoring the pain that shot up your arm, you reached into the case and grabbed Charlie’s knife, ready to drive it into one of the Ghostface’s backs once they turned around to attack Tara. 
The feeling of cool metal was placed against the back of your head, making your heart stop. “I wouldn’t do that, sweetheart,” you hear the voice of Detective Bailey, who you had just recently found out was working with the killers. 
The Ghostface you were just about to stab turned around to see what he was talking about. “Jesus, dad, don’t!” The voice of Ghostface morphed into the one of Ethan as he pulled the mask off his head. Your heart fell to the floor as you stared at him, wide eyed. “Please, leave her out of this.”
“She was going to stab you, son,” Bailey said as he pushed you forward. 
You caught yourself, unwillingly grabbing hold of Ethan’s arms as he reached out to steady you. “Son?” You seethe, pushing yourself away from him. “You’re his fucking son?”
Ethan stepped towards you, holding his hands out in surrender. “Please, Y/n/n,” he said desperately. “You have to understand. You weren’t supposed to find out like this. I was going to tell you once everything was over and you and I were finally together, like we’re supposed to be.”
Your eyes widen and a scoff of disbelief leaves your lips. “Together? You and me?” You ask, watching as his brows furrowed. “You’re fucking crazy. I’d never be with you, not even before I found out you’re the fucking killer.”
His eyes darken at your words. “We’re meant to be together, Y/n,” he dared to step closer to you and your heart skipped a beat at the fact that you had nowhere to run. Ethan was in front of you while his dad was behind you, effectively blocking any exit. “You’ll see.”
Sam called out to you from her place on the balcony, Tara right beside her as they looked down at you. She pointed towards the ladder that was behind Ethan and you quickly formed a plan in your head.
Ethan stepped closer to you, his hand outstretched to you. “Let me finish this, then we’ll go from there,” his hand wrapped around your wrist, his other one coming over to take the knife from you. 
You let him and even move a step or two towards him, your hand hesitantly raising. Once it was placed on his shoulder, and his guard was let down for half a second, you gave him a harsh shove. Since his hand was still wrapped around your wrist, when he fell back you ended up falling on top of him.
His hands grip your waist, a devious smirk on his lips. “I’ve always wanted to see you in this position,” 
You let out a noise of disgust as you grab the knife that had been knocked out of his hand and drive it into his shoulder. “In your dreams,” 
When the knife pierced through his skin and his cry of pain sounded throughout the room, you got off him and sprinted towards the ladder, barely missing the shots fired by Bailey as you did so. On your way over, you grabbed Kirby’s gun and tucked it away in the back of your pants as you climbed. 
As you began making your way towards the sisters, Ethan sat up and pulled the knife from his shoulder with a loud grunt. “I told you to leave her out of this,” he muttered to his dad, relieved that he had failed to hit you with any of the bullets. You were just confused right now, and this was just something he’d have to help you move past once everyone was dead and the two of you got the hell out of this city.
“Christ, Ethan,” Bailey shook his head, pocketing the gun and reaching his hand out to help his son stand up. “You wait down here while I go find the stairs with Quinn.”
Ethan nodded, watching as his father and sister fled the room. He looked up just as you lost your footing. He was beneath the railing within seconds as you held onto Sam’s hand for dear life, a cry of fear leaving you once you felt your grip loosen. “It’s okay, baby,” Ethan called up to you, only adding fuel to the fire of fear building within you. “Come back down to me. We can leave now and let my family do the rest. It’s okay.”
“Fuck,” Sam muttered as she tried to readjust her hold on you. “Fuck, you’re slipping, Tara help.”
Tara reached around her sister and also held onto you, but you knew it was a poor attempt as her hands were also covered in blood. “Oh, God,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you silently pleaded to anyone who was listening for this to just be a dream. 
“Let go, Y/n,” Ethan said from under you, dropping his knife in a way of showing you that he wouldn’t hurt you. “You never have to be scared ever again. It can all be over. I love you, please, come to me.”
You open your eyes and look down at him. “You love me?” You ask just as Bailey and Quinn make it up the stairs. You knew Tara and Sam needed to be able to protect themselves, and they couldn’t do that when they were holding onto you. Another plan quickly formed in your head.
“I do,” Ethan answers you. “I love you so much. I know you love me, too.”
You look away and at the knife that Tara was holding in her free hand. As discreetly as you could, you grab the gun from its place in your pocket and shove it into one of Sam’s hands, taking the knife from the younger sister afterwards. “Ethan,” you called down to him, masking your voice to sound more desperate. “Help me, please.”
He opened his arms as he stared up at you. “Let go, baby,” he said and you gave Sam a sad smile as she finally realised what you were doing. “I got you.”
You let your hand slip from hers and watch as she immediately turned and pointed the gun at Quinn. Clutching the knife tightly as you fell, you take a second to ready yourself for what you were about to do. As Ethan’s arms caught you, you both fell to your knees, a look of shock forming his face when he felt the knife pierce right through his heart. 
“I could never love a monster like you,” you mutter, pulling the knife out and pushing his body backwards, watching as he fell onto his back, his hand slipping from yours in the process.
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cathchicken · 1 year
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Ok so after a bit of me actually taking time to think about the collectors situation this is my sort of realized opinion: (warning: it is very long)
As I saw someone else state, the collector was previously imprisoned for like hundreds of years on the isles. Probably not a nice memory to have. Although, it was pretty much only with you know who, so it’s not like he’s gotten sick of or holds a feeling to flee the entire demon realm itself. But I dont feel bad if he wants some space (haha)
Aside from his siblings, there wasn’t really a specified thing for him to dislike the stars in any way. If anything he felt more comfortable there. he probably misses it a little bit, given the starry aesthetic of the archives and stuff. NOW don’t take this as me saying he is better off there. If anything, I am still a little nervous about the whole situation. The ambiguity of “the stars”, while I like in a petty fashion, doesn’t give much confirmation on what he’s actually dealing with. It is something familiar at least, but we don’t even know if it’s literally space or just another realm (parallel to the demon realm or human realm). If I had to hope of anything though, that if they meet their siblings, he beats them to a pulp. Fuck them. I don’t think he’d get tricked by them again, since he’s clearly figured out their shit even before season 3. Overall, I wish they elaborated on the realm before having him just whizz off there at the end. It could be good or bad, but in the end we do sort of have a reason to feel “wait wtf come back” and “where are you going??” In a way.
NOW the other thing! That people who are angry about this situation are bringing up (and that I mainly agree with). Which is the whole “found family” message of the show, and also the “nobody argued” line. Now, thinking about it from the shoes of Luz/Eda: powerful being who sort of just brainwashed (? Idk what to call the puppet situation. Controlled..? Eh, you know what I mean) a shit ton of people and doesn’t seem to care about their well being. Face-value. BUT!! (Big but) They also see that this being is a child that genuinely does want normal things like love and truth, but doesn’t understand concepts like death and friendship. They see a kid that is really upset, but trying their best to make others perceive themselves as “approachable” and/or worthy of their time (oof). Overall, trying his very best. Luz specifically sees all of this, and even makes an effort to congratulate the Collector when he attempts to take what she said into heart. He IS perfectly capable of expressing himself in a healthy way, he really just needs a proper parental figure to help him out. (Stares aggressively at Camila until she burns up). He’s not “uncontrollable”, he’s just lived the past few years with a crusty old puritan and has essentially learned the exact opposite of what he’s trying to accomplish.
Then, we get to the scene where the “nobody argued” line hits. Oog. I can understand that they think he should take time to himself after all of… that. And they probably respect his choice to mature too. ALTHOUGH. Like, after everything I’ve previously pointed out… wouldn’t any of them be a t i n y bit concerned about him going off all alone again? His whole ordeal these years has him being afraid of being alone!! He is ofc welcomed to the owl house, and can return whenever he likes, but, just like us, we don’t know crap about the star realm. The only things they know is that out there, he has shit siblings that fucked him up. Wouldn’t at least some of them be concerned? I do have a feeling he is going to be fine (we “sort” of see him in the credits so he’s alive which is to be expected). But still, in that moment, it would be weird that “no one argued”. All I would have wanted was someone to say “but will you be ok alone?” And then saying “oh yeah! I like it there, I know how to get around/ I have people there that I am cool with 👍” and then that. Like a little thing… idk. I do like that idea that after a few days he comes back because he realizes “actually I am mentally 9 (and possibly autistic) I don’t know how to figure out social cues on my own.” Like again there could be star people who are cool and will fill that place, but that’s only speculation. This whole time they were building up the idea that he shouldn’t be alone and needs others to figure stuff out! Because he was with Luz, only for a little bit, he absorbed the idea that giving kindness, when it’s deserved, is a better way to make friends than forcing people. And because he was with Luz, he learned (the hard way) how scary and forever death really is. Then in that ending scene with him, he just… figures he will be cool without them for a bit, and they agree too. (?) rehghfjk. This wasn’t a totally terrible decision, but the ambiguity of it just!! Makes it reasonably to feel ok with. How long will he be gone at a time? Are there other people he will be with? We aren’t exactly given an answer. We get allusions, but that’s it.
I am at least glad that King, of all people, would tell them that he wishes the collector would come back soon. (Was that another way of them saying he would come back sooner than later? It’s not confirmed so idk) I like this because, well, King was essentially the person that the Collector was closest to. (Besides Belos but he was the exact opposite on the spectrum of cool people to hang out with) King, as a kid himself, would relate most to him. He says that himself in FTF. He is understandably pissed at the whole puppet thing, but he understands that “I should address this but also acknowledge he doesn’t know better to an extent”. King would want to treat the Collector as he would himself, and how he knows how important having a family, whether it is blood or found, is important to oneself. King wouldn’t be half the character he is nowadays if it wasn’t for Eda and Luz to accompany him. When he told the collector “I hope to see you again” that makes sense; he knows that the collector would benefit from having people like how he did, and it would be beneficial, regardless if the collector does get proper parental figures in the star realm, if he would see them often. And ofc, he would probably genuinely want to hang out with them as well. He was glad to be their friend, to an extent. He was never totally unhappy about his situation in FTF. Also, him giving the Collector Francois at the end was really cute. Just in case he needs a buddy until he gets there. As far as we know, the collector needs Francois more than King does. And I think King knows that.
Ok so I think that’s it for my thoughts. If I suddenly remember something I will add it in. I’m not saying that I’m right or wrong, this is just how I genuinely feel. Feel free to comment your own opinions!! I am open to have my mind changed. In the end, I guess I just want the best for my little blorbo. Can you blame me…??
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nomoreusername · 7 months
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The First Tears (Part 2)
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I looked over at Zart and tried to listen to what he was saying. Honestly. I just wasn't doing a very good job.
"Are you still upset about Gally?"He asked, pulling me back to reality. "I couldn't care less,"I shrugged, lying straight through my teeth. It was obvious that he knew I was too.
"You know the one bad thing about you two?"He asked after a moment. "Just one? You're telling me there's only one bad thing you can think of?"I asked, not knowing if he was being serious. Judging by the expression on his face he was.
"You're both stubborn. You're so much alike sometimes that it drives this wedge between you guys. The way you're both always wanting to be right and never willing to be the first to say you were wrong shucks you both over."
"That's not even true,"I scoffed. "Why?"He questioned, like the answer wasn't obvious. "Because I didn't do anything wrong,"I defended.
He looked me up and down, clearly telling me I had just heavily contradicted myself. I wasn't though. Honestly.
"I didn't,"I protested. "Y/N, do you know what's the hard part about love?"He asked. "What do you know about that?"I asked, knowing he'd never been in a relationship. "I may not remember life before this, but I remember feelings. So stop being stubborn and hear me out,"He instructed.
"Fine,"I sighed, hoping he'd move on if I just agree. "Love means compromise, and sometimes that means doing things you don't think is fair. If you listen to each other though then you could understand each other's side. That's how you meet in the middle."
I didn't say anything as I dug my shovel into the ground. His words felt a little too real, too true. "And I know you miss him,"He added. I was about to deny it when he passed by us. My eyes felt glued to him for just a second. He looked back at me, and I tried to pretend I didn't hurt as I looked back at the ground. I didn't want to know how he was looking at me, anger, sadness, irritation. No matter what if any negative emotion was directed at me seeing it would kill me inside.
"Just try. He might just surprise you,"Zart pushed. At that moment it occurred to me that maybe he was right. After all, he knew me better than almost everyone. As my best friend that was obvious. Only one person could beat him.
Only Gally could truly read me like the back of his hand. I've trusted him for as long as I can remember, and it feels like I've loved him even longer. Ever since I came up in the box I felt drawn to him.
So yeah. I need to at least try to talk to him.
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I nervously glanced around as my eyes fixated on Gally who was sitting alone under the Watch Tower. Zart lightly shoved my forward. Naturally, I was scared out of my mind.
Still, I walked over to him. He didn't acknowledge my presence for a while as I stood there with my hands at my sides.
"Nothing,"He mumbled after a moment. I just looked at him, confused.
"You asked what you get in return for loving me, and I don't think there really is anything,"He continued. "Oh,"I said, not knowing what else to say. We just stayed with dead silence for a while until I couldn't take it anymore.
Can I sit?"I finally asked. He shrugged, and I did so. "Look. I know neither of us are exactly the best with feelings and all that, but I mean, I can try. I just don't get why you always think I want someone but you. It hurts because I do love you. Not anybody else. You were always the first choice. It just feels like you don't believe me when I say that. It just seems like you don't trust me,"I explained.
"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that I know people don't exactly think I'm the most deserving of you. I'm worried that one day you'll think the same thing. It would kill me to lose you. I guess I did though."
"Gally. I don't care what anyone has to say. They don't see what I do. They don't understand all the parts of you I love. The kind, the bold, the good listener, the protective, and everything else. I wouldn't trade that for anything. I guess I did though."
"I'm sorry I made you think I didn't trust you."
"I'm sorry for not taking your feelings more seriously. From now on I'll listen to you more. If you wanted to get back together I mean,"I said, adding the last part quickly.
"Yeah. I'd like that more than anything,"He responded, failing to hide his smile. "Hey. Do you still remember what this spot is?"He asked suddenly. "Better than anything else. It's where we had our first kiss."
"So what if-"
"Just shut up, and kiss me,"I interrupted.
And he did just that. Only it wasn't a kiss. It was a promise that no matter what every road we take always leads back to each other.
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faelapis · 7 months
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so i watch wwdits. and i gotta say. that was the worst episode i've ever seen of not just this show, but maybe any show. ever. wow. i'm actually impressed with how bad it was.
i'm considering doing a more serious dissection of how Not to do a character arc or narrative framing. but for now, let me just share some general thoughts:
undoing guillermos vampirism totally shits on his character arc of standing up for himself and taking what he wants regardless of the morality of it. i hate it and it sucks.
also, the reasons make no sense. guillermo has had zero problem killing people until now. the roundabout way they try to explain it, like wow, he could smell someone's shampoo and imagined him picking it out and felt their mutual humanity... why would that not apply to any of the other people he's killed? he's even had somewhat of a relationship with some of them. yet all he's ever done when they die is give a distressed frown AT MOST.
guillermo is a killer and always has been. lately, he's even proud of it. that has, metaphorically, been part of him "embracing who he is."
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but what bothered me even more was nandor. we all know this situation (guillermo being turned by someone else) is his fault for neglecting turning guillermo for 13 years... but instead, everything is framed as guillermos own fault for having someone else turn him. like - look at how mad you made nandor, guillermo. look what you've caused, guillermo. look what you made him do.
which, yikes. i feel like i dont need to say how bad that is.
even worse than nandors jealous rage.... i really hate the stupid condescending "forgiveness" afterwards. thats actually worse. like guillermo was right to be meek and apologetic for this, like it IS something he needs to be forgiven for. but its "okay" now because nandor "forgave" him. lets just move on. no need to interrogate nandors entitlement over guillermo.
you can argue theres the unstated idea that nandor is overreacting. sure. we, the audience, dont want guillermo to die, and thats part of the irreverent way the show treats death and killing.
but still, yknow?
i feel like i'm taking crazy pills, because the real question isnt whether nandor should "forgive" guillermo. in this context, guillermo has done nothing wrong. nandor totally reneged on their agreement as vampire-familiar. guillermo is supposed to serve nandor, and in return, nandor is supposed to turn guillermo. but he keeps not doing it, and in general being shitty towards guillermo. so guillermo takes matters into his own hands.
that COULD be a great character beat. it could confront nandor with his selfishness, and this uneven power relationship where he gets guillermo to stay by not fulfilling his promise.
but the question of whether guillermo should forgive nandor for not turning him, or for throwing a fit when someone else does? not even brought up. even though that really seems like the most pressing question. its crazy how subservient and apologetic guillermo suddenly is, like its S1 all over again. he does some token yelling at nandor, but his primary emotion is clearly guilt. its not enough to remotely change the shitty framing.
look. this show doesnt exactly have much "morality", and i dont want it to. i dont want any of these guys to become upstanding citizens. i like the irreverent tone and how theyre all killers.
but i do care about character arcs and agency.
guillermo has been treated like hes inferior the whole time hes been a familiar. and hes put up with it because he wanted to be a vampire. so by becoming a vampire, he forces the relationship to become equal. he also finally gets what he wants. which is ESPECIALLY poignant when it happens regardless of what nandor wants. it takes back his own agency over the situation, because nandor CAN'T hold it over his head anymore.
and then nandor doesnt like it. and goes into a murderous rage because of own entitlement at being the one to turn guillermo. thats fine as a starting point to a character arc, but guillermo doesn't even stand up for himself. he doesnt fight back as he should - or really, would, given how he's evolved to be more assertive. and then its reinforced by the stupid "forgiveness", like nandor has any right to forgive someone who did nothing wrong. it sets up this convenient scenario where nandor is not confronted for being a shitty master, but guillermo IS confronted for taking control of his own life.
and now, just as conveniently, guillermo just... doesnt like being a vampire, either. so nandor gets to further be a "good friend" making amends by helping "unturn" him. all framed like its about guillermo finding out what he "really" wants.
this is lame and it sucks. not only because guillermos reasons make no sense (again, he's been a killer this whole time? if anything, his arc is more accepting his own lack of morality), but because it resets the chessboard in a way where nandor doesnt have to learn anything.
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nandor doesnt have to confront the sting of guillermo having agency to make this choice without him. he doesnt have to deal with the fact that it never got to be him who turns guillermo. he doesnt have to be forcibly confronted with the fact that he now has to treat guillermo as an equal, because guillermo now doesn't need anything from him.
and it sucks because all that could actually be a great jumping off point for them to, despite everything, start a real relationship. maybe even a romantic one. they could mutually realize they actually care about each other. regardless of this pact.
and you can say that by guillermo deciding to be human (as extremely lame and deeply uncool as that is), it also gives them this "equality." because he would stay with the vampires because he wants to, not because he needs something from nandor.
but you're missing the point - its NANDOR who needs to learn. its HE who needs to be confronted by guillermo making his own choices.
so guillermo just... conveniently changing his mind because he was a full vampire for one (1) fucking day and suddenly decided he's too good to kill people?
it robs nandor of that entire arc. and no, i'm not counting his stupid "forgiving" guillermo as learning to treat him like an equal. that would require a lot more introspection about his own entitlement. that would require him to actually say with his chest that guillermo had every right to make this choice, and its not on nandor to forgive him, its on guillermo whether he would forgive nandor.
that doesn't happen. what actually happens is nandor decides to show guillermo "mercy," which, again, firmly places the agency in nandor's hands. at no point does he have to be vulnerable and accept that guillermo might not want to be with him. at no point does he have to introspect about how he's treated him this whole time.
also. there is a long, proud line in patriarchal thinking of husbands "forgiving" their wives for perceived "disobedience," which only reinforces the husband as the head of the household and that said wives "should" have been more obedient. forgiveness is not always an act of kindness. sometimes it's very condescending. which it is here.
(same for the interpretation i've seen from some, that nandor "always knew" guillermo wasn't cut out to be a vampire. like that's why he didn't turn him. what a horrible, condescending idea. i don't know how you can look at nandor being like "i'm not going to give you what you want, because i know better than you" and not think it's shit.)
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yes, i'm aware of the cheating metaphor. but its a bad metaphor. at least, not without acknowledging that its been an unequal relationship for 13 years where one partner has been neglecting the other constantly. at that point, the nuance should really come out and maybe the partner "cheating" isnt the worst here.
but that doesn't happen.
also... it's just a bad episode. like. in general. like the whole thing with the guide, where you think she actually gets to assert herself? sounds great. too bad its totally undone by gaslighting her into thinking they do like her and are nice to her. like the problem is they just didnt verbalize that "enough." thats yet another bullied or ignored character whose arc of standing up for themselves (even by immoral means, because its an immoral fantasy show) is undercut.
it sucks. guillermo sucks for losing his defiant streak (and metaphorical empowerment through vampirism), nandor sucks for being entitled. this whole show sucks. i suck for bothering to stick with it so long. i'm done. i'm out.
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themastermarkus · 6 months
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Why Erwin Smith in Season 3 and the Choice in Midnight Sun Doesn't Work.
In Season 3 (excuse me for using “seasons” to mark out the arcs, as I do mean the equivalent time in the manga, it’s just simpler since this problem is spread out between all the arcs in that season), Isayama sets up Erwin’s intense guilt over sending soldiers to their deaths for his goal of wanting to learn the truth of humanity and the titans—dspite it making no sense for him to feel like his goal is selfish, as finding out the origin of the titans is already established to be part of the goal of the Survey Corps. It’s fine for Erwin to feel guilty for making calls that lead to peoples’ deaths, but Isayama seems to write Erwin as though he is objectively in the moral wrong despite the fact that using people to fulfill his personal goal is indistinguishable from if he just took over the Survey Corps and kept doing what they already did. I suppose it might be implied that he encouraged more research about the titans which… is not a bad thing when they fight the titans. Otherwise in the rebellion arc he has Survey Corps soldiers dying for him in fights against the government, but I never got the impression that he was forcing anyone into it under orders.
It feels very out of character for Levi not to choose to save Erwin. Kenny’s line about “everyone being a slave to something” that’s referenced in the moment of that decision doesn’t work because Erwin has not been shown to have a harmful, slavish obsession, just a personal goal that he throws himself into more recently since the opportunity to achieve it has presented itself (Not to mention that Erwin is like… metres away from his goal when this choice is being made, after which point he would no longer “be a slave to it”). Not giving the serum to Erwin does not feel like a choice that Levi, the character, would make given how close he and Erwin are implied to be. Instead, it feels like Levi is making the choice as if he only knows as much about Erwin and Armin as the audience does and is making a choice that could reasonably go either way because WE know both characters roughly as much, or Armin even better than Erwin, really. The problem is that this doesn’t realistically consider Levi’s experiences with each character, which is the choice between a man he’s known for years who changed his life dramatically, who he follows loyally and holds a lot of respect and affection for, and a kid that he’s come to care for in the general way that Levi cares for all the cadets, but he’s only known for like… a year max. It feels like choosing to save Armin is forced upon Levi because Isayama wanted Erwin to die and Armin to live and get the Colossal Titan because he came up with those story beats and was going to shove his way into them somehow.
On that note: Armin is just… I would say objectively the wrong choice. Armin is a character who is shown to be clever and driven (and everyone talks about how smart he is), he’s good at deduction but he’s not a tactician or a leader. He is brought back because Isayama wanted to have him, Mikasa, and Eren once again be crucial to the story at the end of it, not because it makes sense for the Survey Corps to sacrifice their COMMANDER for a cadet who has shown to be worth something, but clearly isn’t a replacement for a man who seems to be the best leader they’ve ever had. I think the choice of Armin could be more valid if Erwin was mentoring him (though still a stretch considering there’s nothing wrong with Erwin [at least nothing worth the mercy killing that Isayama seems to be portraying not using the serum on him as] and he’s only like 35 or something), but he’s not. Armin is only really, functionally important to the Survey Corps because he is close to Eren. Also, while this is probably my least-strong argument against picking Armin, but I feel like if Isayama wanted him to be convincingly still alive at that point, he probably should’ve had Armin a bit further away from Bertholdt’s explosion. That boy isn’t just externally burnt, he should have died like… immediately.
And don’t get me wrong, I don’t even dislike Armin, nor do I think that Levi wouldn’t feel a bit of guilt for not saving him, I just hate bad writing that seems to rely so heavily on plot convenience, and I think that this point of the story is where it was really affirmed that things were going to go downhill pretty consistently (barring most of Reiner’s part at the beginning of the Marley arc, but that’s another subject).
P.S. I'm currently reading the manga for this part after having only watched the anime, so I might have more to say later, though I doubt that my opinions on these writing choices will change considering that I don't think the anime cut out SO MUCH that these choices will instead make sense.
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kittykatkatelol2 · 9 months
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"To try again" Jegulus Oneshot
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They lost, again.
Slytherin won again.
With all that it was worth, the Gryffindor team was great.. but Slytherin was better.
Dorcas Meadowes as a chaser.
Barty Crouch Jr as a keeper.
And Regulus Black as a seeker.
They were unstoppable.
James and the others tried and tried over and over again, to beat the Slytherins, but they couldn't.
Dorcas was too fast at scoring the quaffle.
Barty was way too good at keeping quaffles out of the ring.
Regulus was too skilled a seeing and catching the snitch.
It drove James mad.
And it didn't help that James couldn't seem to take his eyes off Regulus either.
With how graceful and just pure hot he was on a broom- or anywhere really; James found himself staring at Regulus more and more.
He couldn't help how fucking hot Regulus was to him.
The Gryffindors would try to beat Slytherin, they tried every game, but they seemed unbeatable.
James was going to try again to tell Regulus how he felt, for it couldn't go any worse than a their last game together.
For last time he tried, he just ended up hyperventilating midsentences.
James walked down to the Great Hall for lunch, trying to take deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating; which was kinda working.
He walked all the way over to the Slytherin dinner table, to where Regulus was sitting next to Barty Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier.
James didn't like those boys too much.
And they did not like James either.
James cleared his throat, trying, and praying, his voice wouldn't crack or anything.
"I um, hey, Regulus-"
"What the hell do you want."
That was Rosier, his voice sounded cold and unfeeling, which James supposed, was how all of Slytherin sounded, at least to him.
"Aren't you supposed to be with the Gryffindors? Why the fuck are you here in the presence of royalty, also known as the house of Slytherin, when you are so clearly unworthy."
And that was Crouch.
'Fuck, I- I shouldn't have come here, fuck-'
"Both of you, that's enough. Potter, what do you want?"
James looked up from the ground to look at Regulus, who wasn't kind in the slightest, but seemed like sunshine and rainbows compared to Barty and Evan.
"I um.. I want to talk to you.. is it okay if we can like go somewhere to talk..?" James asked, his voice nervous and timid.
James wouldn't admit it, but fuck he was scared of Rosier and Crouch; who wouldn't be though.
"Umm sure? After dinner, I'll come find you. Okay?" Regulus asks, ignoring the looks of pure distaste on Rosier and Crouch's faces.
"Yeah, um yeah that works," James agrees and quickly leaves first chance he got.
No way in hell was he going to be around Rosier and Crouch for any longer than necessary. Just something about them made them scary; he had this strange feeling that they'd turn out real bad for someone.
* * *
"Really, Reg? You can do a thousand times better than little Mr. Sunshine."
"Shut up, Evan."
"Fine, but you don't get to complain when me and B kiss anymore, you apparently gay bastard."
"Whatever."
"That's the spirit, Reg, you need to just say whatever more; the more you say it, the more we're allowed to do," Barty says with a smirk.
Regulus ignores them both; it didn't bother him in the slightest, they were best friends, this is how they talked, he was almost smiling. Almost. And Regulus continues to ignore them as they not so subtly kiss and make out with each other before leaving the dining hall to do god knows what.
Regulus loved his friends, even though he didn't show it much.
. . .
James and Regulus met up after dinner, Rosier and Crouch no where in sight to James's relief.
"So, Potter, what do you want to talk about-"
"I like you."
James just blurted it out, internally screaming; his face reddening.
Regulus stands there, processing the words James had spoke.
"You.. you what now?"
"I. Like. You. In a nonfriend way."
James said it nice and clear.
But god did James feel stupid as hell.
"Potter.. why?"
"Why what?"
James asks, perplexed by the question and feeling stupider by the minute.
"Why would anyone, especially you of all people, like me."
"Because you are smart and you are nice and all of you is just incredible and well your looks are far from just 'fine' you are fucking hot, and you are good at everything you do and like why wouldn't anyone like you?"
James said it all in a quick rush, but Regulus caught every word.
James's face was getting redder and redder with every word.
Regulus is nice and quiet for a long moment.
"You think that? About me?"
"Uh.. yeah?"
Regulus doesn't know what to say.
In his eyes, he was never worthy enough for love.
He didn't want to feel love.
He didn't want to have to have his heart broken because he loved.
In his mind, no one would ever love him for long, once they knew him.
"I need a minute."
Regulus was trying to straighten out his racing thoughts.
Because, well, for one, James Potter was out here confessing his love for him and Regulus was looking more and more stupid.
And two, his freaking crush was out here confessing to him-
"I have a lot of boundaries, I have a lot of secrets I don't ever feel comfortable to share, and I can guarantee you won't love me by the end of the month if even gets that far. But I guess.. maybe.. we can give this thing a trial run."
Regulus finally says after five very long minutes of just silence.
"Really??"
"Yes."
Internally, James was jumping for joy, and shouting how fucking lucky he was, but out loud he just says,
"I would love to give us a shot, Regulus."
Regulus nods, very unsure of his feelings because they were there and they were strong and he didn't know what the fuck any of these feelings meant.
"So um, like, wanna hang out sometime..?"
James mumbles very hesitantly.
Regulus hesitates before saying, "Okay, sure."
James's face lights up, he didn't expect any of this to be going this well.
"Reg! Come on! We're gonna be late to practice!"
Rosier is heard yelling for Regulus to join him, Regulus mumbles a simple goodbye for walking off to join the others.
Gryffindor might not have been able to beat Slytherin, no matter how many times they tried.
James might not be able to beat Regulus in Quidditch, but James, he was walking on air knowing that he'd be able to hang out with Regulus.
That was worth a lot more than any Quidditch win.
And boy did it feel good.
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!!Urgent request!! (maybe. No pressure though).
Hey there! So I’ve been having an awful time with suicidal thoughts and weight issues. I’m so sorry for bothering you. I understand if you don’t want to do my request! I just need a pick me up and I love your works so I decided to shoot my shot lol. May I request a hurt/comfort fic/drabble or whatever you want with this?
Levi Ackerman x reader.
Reader came from an abusive household.
When she started in survey corps she was very malnourished and skinny to an unhealthy extent. Years later she works alongside Levi who doesn’t know her past. Well they start playfully bantering but Levi takes it too far. He made fun of her weight (she’s now a chubby adult) and she gets upset because
“do you know how long it took me to get here?” And they fight. Levi has to find out why that hurt her feelings so bad from hange.
Levi Comments On Reader's Weight
| Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader | Genre: Hurt Comfort? | Post Type: Headcanons | Word Count: 470 |
Warnings: Arguing, saying things you don't mean in the heat of an argument, mentions of weight, being malnourished in the past, insecurities
Note: First urgent request of the year! I know you sent this in December, so I apologize for the wait. I hope it comes out fine though! I changed up a few things because I can't picture Levi making fun of anyone, especially not because of their weight so I made it more of an in the moment comment that he made without thinking. I hope that's okay :3 hope you enjoy!
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Levi:
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Levi is known for his stern approach at training his cadets, and you were no exception
He was hard on all of you because he cared, every moment he feared he’d lose one of you to the titans, and that was something he’d do his best to avoid for as long as he could
So when one small argument goes too far and Levi brings up your weight, time seems to stop and regret fills him as soon as he sees your face fall
“Wait, Y/N I didn-” he starts but you interrupt him
“Do you know how long it took me to get here?” You ask, hurt lacing your voice, as tears start to pool at the corners of your eyes
Levi was the person you respected most in this world, and in a matter of seconds he managed to hurt you horribly
In the past you were very thin from months of being malnourished, and in recent years you were allowed the chance to have a healthy relationship with food again, but it wasn’t Levi’s fault, he really didn’t know the extent you went through with your body
The only person you’d ever really opened up to about it was Hange
So when you storm off, clearly hurt by his awful choice of words, he finds Hange to get her advice
As soon as Hange tells him about your past, it all seems to click in his head, and he’s running off to find you 
“I’m sorry for saying that. There’s nothing wrong with the way you look, I just…worry about everyone's condition when we have to go out there. I don’t want you to fall into the mouth of a titan or get crushed” He says as soon as he finds you “I didn’t realize where you used to be, you should be proud of how far you’ve come”
“I am, but when people say things like that without even trying to know what I’ve been through, it makes me feel horrible, as if even now, I’m not meant to look this way despite how much I thought I improved”
The last thing he wanted was for you to feel bad about yourself and he was now mentally beating himself up for saying what he said about your weight in the heat of the moment earlier
He’ll spend however long it takes to get you to forgive him, because he really is sorry
Moving forward, he’s more careful with his words, especially when he’s upset. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice
Because truly there was no issue with your weight, he thought you were beautiful since the moment he met you, and he knew no matter how thin or chubby you were, nothing would change that because he knew you for who you were
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Posted: 1/1/2024
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