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🦋 - “what would you do without me?” with steve rogers maybe…? please? :}
(you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s totally up to you because ik you probably have a bunch of asks and you’re busy. and ofc if bucky instead of steve is better for you then im fine with that too! love you sweets and again… happy 3k ❤️)
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pairing: steve rogers x curvy!reader
warnings: literally nothing but smut and a lil bit of fluff. 18+ only.
words: 1.6k
notes: look what you made me do. 💀
but actually, lol, thank you for the request. i wasn't sure i was gonna do it, but i woke up this morning and decided to at least try. i have such a hard time writing steve, especially smut with steve, but this just took off on it's own once i started! hope you enjoy it. not edited and quite hastily written, so sorry for any errors!
thank you in advance for reading! as always, reblogs and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know what you think! 🩵
"Oooh, fuuuuuck," the sultry moan draws out from you as you grasp onto his body even tighter, pulling him down even closer as you whimper in his ear, your hot breath across his sweat dampened skin and your legs circling his waist as best they can.
His thick length is hitting just the right spot deep inside your warm walls and you swear to god you're about to combust from the never ending pleasure he's torturing you with.
Your nails are leaving marks all over his solid back, and his heady grunts in your ear are doing nothing but pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
With every deep stroke of his cock inside you, your chests are brushing together. You arch up into him, you need him closer. You need to feel him, every inch of him that you can, along your hot, sensitive skin.
Your lips are searching for him, desperate for his kiss as he fucks you so perfectly.
You nip at his jaw and earn a moan that spurs you on, your lips now incessant until he finally turns his head a bit and meets you. His lips are soft but adamant against your own, hot and fervent as he continues thrusting into you just the same.
"Please, Stevie," you mewl against his lips breathily, sounding so debauched and pathetic.
He fucking loves it.
He drops his body down on yours, but continues to hold most of his own weight with his arms either side of you, one on the mattress and one on your fleshy hip, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
His hips are flush to yours now, he makes sure you feel him, pressing you down into the mattress until you're a mess of broken moans squeezing around him. He can't take his eyes off your pretty face. The way your eyes are closed tight in your pleasure, how your lips are parted just slightly as you let out the most beautiful sounds, just for him.
His gaze stays trained on your face as he begins to slowly roll his hips against yours. The gasp you let out and the way your eyes snap open when he stimulates your sensitive clit with his movements send him even closer to edge he's been on for the past few minutes. He holds himself back, though. He just wants one more orgasm from you, and then you can call it a night.
He said he'd be quick, but from the twinkle in his eye as he kissed your neck, his big hands wandering all over your soft body, those big blues peering up at you, you both knew he'd be anything but.
It'd been a prolonged torture as he ate you out like a man starved, his tongue ceaseless as his thick fingers brought to the edge over and over again before he finally allowed you to come.
When he finally slid his throbbing length into you, you honestly could've come right then, but he took his time with you yet again. He moved slow and deep inside of you, ensuring you felt every inch of his heavy cock as he fucked you like you were the most delicate, precious thing in the world. And to him, you were.
He touched you so gently, large warm hands squeezing and caressing every inch of your body that he could. He slid out of you, turning to sit against the headboard of the bed before he pulled you onto him.
He nuzzled into your neck as you sank down onto his cock, the stretch of him had your head falling back in bliss as his held you to him, his hands on your back, keeping you close.
You rode him just the way he liked, your hands in his hair, holding him to you as he kissed, nipped, and sucked on your sensitive nipples, his hands smoothing up and down your backside as he kept you astride him.
When he felt your walls tightening around him, he grunted deeply, trying to keep hold of himself. He moved a hand around your hip, traveling down to where you met him, his thumb finding your clit and working circles of the bundle of nerves. He had you coming around him in seconds.
You swore you were through after that, but he had other ideas.
He kept hold of you, turning you back over onto the mattress as he hovered above you.
He gave you some time to come down, leaving his cock inside your tight walls, but not moving within you as he kissed you softly, trailing his lips over your skin as he hummed and whispered praises to you.
When he felt your walls squeeze him, he smirked and found your eye. "You ready, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Steeeeve," you bemoaned, "I have work in the morning," you complained while tilting your head to give him more access to your neck as he continued kissing you. You could feel his smile against your skin and couldn't keep your own from gracing your lips.
"Just one more for me, baby," he murmured against your skin, "then we'll sleep."
With that, he began fucking you once more, but his thrusts weren't as slow.
He was hitting you just as deep, but his pace was quicker.
And now here you were, teetering on the edge of your third orgasm of the night.
With every slow, deliberate roll of Steve's hips into yours, you swear you could cry from the overwhelming sensation. It felt so incredibly good, you couldn't stop the gasps and whines that were leaving you even if you'd wanted to.
"You take me so fucking well, angel," he groans. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Oh, fuck. You're so good to me, baby.," he praises with every rock of his hips.
His hand squeezes your hip tight as your legs starts to twitch. "I'm gonna give it to you, baby, don't worry," he soothes as you cry, the pressure compounding as the coil in your belly tightens even more - your muscles taunt as you can feel your walls starting to clench down on him. "I know what you need, sweetheart, I'll give you every last fucking drop," he grits out as his pace falters a bit.
One particular thrust finally has you coming completely undone. You can barely hear yourself as your body shatters around him, your moans and cries and his name like a prayer falling off your tongue are all lost to you as your walls pulse tightly around Steve's cock.
The sensation mixed with the sounds coming from your lips have Steve finally letting himself go; his thick, heavy load painting your walls as your body refuses to let him go without draining every last drop of release he has to offer you.
You're leaking him by the time he finally stops coming, heavy pants from both of you filling the air as he easily grabs your plush body and tugs you into him as he lays down, wrapping his arms around you and sighing in contentment as you let yourself nuzzle into him. You're both a mess of sweat and stickiness but you can't seem to mind all that much as he holds you.
"That was so good," you mumble in your exhaustion, your tiredness now more evident than ever as you melt in his arms.
"Yeah," he smiles. "And see, you're all tuckered out and ready to fall asleep now," he teases.
"I need to pee," you pout into his chest. He laughs and takes a breath before he suddenly moves to stand, holding you in his arms with ease. You know he's super soldier strong, but you'll never get used to how easy he makes it seem.
Your legs are around him, surely making a mess of his abdomen, but he doesn't seem to care as he walks you to the bathroom.
He sets you down gently with a kiss to your forehead before he turns, "I'm gonna grab the towels from the dryer," he says, leaving you to relieve yourself.
When you're washing your hands, he returns, clean towels folded and ready to be put in the cabinet.
"Wanna shower now or in the morning?"
"What time is it?"
"A little past eleven," he tells you, having the decency to be a little sheepish with the information.
"Steve!" you admonish with a whine.
"I'm sorry," he laughs, "but really, do you have to go in on a Saturday? You sure the boss needs you that badly?"
"Oh, the boss needs me pretty damn badly," you answer. He smirks at your quick response.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind you calling out one day," he says.
"No? Well what would he possibly do without me there?"
He shrugs, "I have a feeling he's gonna be taking the day off, too," he smiles as he gets closer to you, arms wrapping around you.
"Is he, now?" you question.
"He is," he whispers as he leans close to you, brushing his lips against yours. "We both deserve it."
It's your turn to smile then as you kiss him gently. "We do," you agree. "Thank you," you add with another kiss.
"Mmm," he hums against you. "What would you do without me?" he jokes. You chuckle.
"Might get some fucking sleep for once," you shove him playfully, laughing as he humors you and pretends to be affected by your push. "Start the shower, Captain, you're a mess."
"Yes, ma'am," he says with a smirk, his eyes trailing your body, lighting a fire under your skin as he does. "You gonna join me? I know you cleaned up some," he says, pulling you in by your arms, "but we could always get you a little more dirty."
#steve rogers x curvy!reader#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers smut#i'm shocked and appalled at myself#who am i#asks#3k celebration#steve rogers drabble#steve rogers one shot
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old secrets are difficult to keep because they are sometimes hard to defend. all the more so when their timeline chooses a slow trajectory, a nonlinear trajectory. friendship first & foremost ( always, always ) — it make both a past & a future. friendship first & foremost & it sounds cheesy &
tsukishima & yamaguchi as they stand now are a continuation of what they have been. they are a little of what others might expect ( men their age . . . living together, always together when they can; it doesn’t exactly come as a surprise ).
they know this — they don’t assume what company knows or doesn’t know, but they preserve their privacy like it’s something sacred. they claim it in the sanctity of the shared space of their home, their new city, their lives & coexistence —-
this is their new life, &
with some confusion, their schedules had lined up. with some confusion, it was feasible for them to return to their childhood homes at family request to visit / say hi! / to maybe prove something their families already suspect?
they live together. their lives are together.
maybe it’s only okay because it’s something that has gone unspoken.
maybe it’s only okay because they’ve always been family in a sense.
maybe it’s only okay because they split paths for a few days —- yamaguchi at his home, tsukishima at his until they join forces to unload a guest futon in a bedroom that smells like childhood. it’s mostly performative. it’s mostly muscle memory & an open ended option for more sleeping space if the bed gets too crowded.
it doesn’t get too crowded. the bedroom door closes, & they settle next to one another in the way that characterizes yamaguchi as space heater.
it’s also muscle memory when they go downstairs in the morning & tsukishima ritualistically starts helping his mother with breakfast while yamaguchi pours tsukishima’s coffee ——— it occurs to tsukishima that they wouldn’t really behave much differently if they told everyone what they were.
. . . he’s guessing the family knows. he’s pretty sure they have to know.
tsukishima isn’t quite as secretive as he once was with parts of his life, though he won’t say outright what / who he likes. akiteru’s almost gotten it out of him before. but at that time they had been drinking together & akiteru stumbled over his own feet & kei laughed.
but saying it aloud is mostly just another conversation that yamaguchi & he know they should have . . . but they keep skirting it regardless.
akiteru is home too. he’s overslept, so tsukishima’s mother shuffles off to retrieve him &
yamaguchi presses the coffee mug into tsukishima’s palm like a good morning, & it’s muscle memory that tells tsukishima to lean forward a kiss a new-day greeting against yamaguchi’s lips. it’s a small gesture, but it’s what they do in their apartment because it’s easier to give a kiss with brushed teeth & no stains of coffee breath.
it’s muscle memory, so it’s mostly just
luck that they’re alone.
follow up: tsukishima presses his lips against yamaguchi’s forehead. he takes his first sip of coffee, listening to his mother calling something to akiteru as she makes her way back to the kitchen.
yamaguchi starts preparing a refilled cup of coffee for tsukishima’s mother. tsukishima cocks an eyebrow as his mother waltzes back to the kitchen, spots yamaguchi’s work, & sighs. she tells yamaguchi that this is why he’s her favorite, & tsukishima snorts.
he mouths suck up to yamaguchi but privately
agrees with his mother.
this is why yamaguchi is his favorite.
hale writes kisses | @pridewon
a secret kiss ; tsukishima + yamaguchi
#this was so cheesy i'm going to surrender myself sdfgdf i am shocked and appalled#pridewon#except i loved it sdfgsfd#109. tsukishima#6. drabble#1. question
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There isn't enough of him.
I love this lil guy even though i haven't watched the movie yet and I can't find any fanfics of him? Not even on ao3 dude. So I'm gonna do it myself. Correct me if i make mistakes or if he's out of character.
I wish you knew.
Part 1.
"You don't think that's weird, do you?" he asked with worry in his voice as he looked you deep in the eye, searching for the slightest twitch or look of of disgust to confirm that you did in fact, think it was weird.
He just confessed his undying love for one of your friends, gayatri, and how he would stare at her constantly while admiring her every move from afar. Her smile, the way she talks, everything.
But, what he wasn't aware of, was that you already knew all of that and how it saddened you to know that you really never stood a chance of capturing his heart for it was already in the hands of someone far better than you.
Oh how you much you wish he would think of you like that instead.
You couldn't help but crack a smile out of both sorrow and jealousy, "of course not. I would've been a fool to not have realized that months ago."
"Wait what... YOU KNEW??" he exclaimed while crawling over to your side of the bed to hold your shoulders in a tight grasp.
With the way he was acting you would've thought i confessed to being a master mind behind a mass genocide.
"Well, who wouldn't be able to recognize that luxurious hair of yours nearly everywhere they go?" you sassed while rolling your eyes playfully to which he smiled at.
"Should've followed y'all with a bald cap on then."
was it wrong that you liked how close he was to you right now? If only you leaned in a little closer so you could—
"Oh no, You don't think she realized too do you!?" dang it.
with a long sigh, you answered, "No pavitr, I- she's as busy as bee. She doesn't have time to look around her surroundings and look at people."
for a split moment, it looked as if he had something to say but decided to go against it and just nod instead.
Nothing after was said. Just pure silence that was neither comfortable or awkward. A loud beep came from his watch he for some reason randomly got three months ago as a disappointed look arose upon his face.
"Uh, I gotta go. Remember to close the door and leave the key in the machine, okay?" he smiled before leaving with a bag in hand not giving you the opportunity to respond.
"Sure." you said to..well, technically the door.
-
Surprisingly, you didn't end up leaving but instead ended up accidentally falling asleep which, in your mind, was considered disrespectful but it's not like you did it on purpose.
You got out of his bed and remade it before proceeding to clean the house as a way of saying "sorry for over staying my stay". Pavitr was a tidy person so there wasn't much of a mess in the first place and it made you finish right in time to hear a crash from inside the hall.
Quickly, you grabbed the most damage doing item, which was ironically a bat, and began to approach the room.
"Shit. I really did a number on myself this time.." the voice you guessed belonged to whoever cause the loud bang before said. Wait was it—
"Pavitr?..." the boy looked at you in shock, face fully appalled as if he was caught in the midst of committing a crime.
He had cuts and bruises everywhere while his breath was clearly unsteady making you even more concerned than you were before.
"Are you okay!??!" you exclaimed as you rush towards him dropping the bat in your hand as you did so. you began looking all over him for more injuries that you haven't seen while asking questions like, "who did this?" "does it hurt?" and not before long you realize he had a deep gash on his left cheek.
You carefully placed your hand behind it, rubbing the area to cease the pain, "you aren't in a gang, Are you?" the question was dumb and naive yet you still asked, and to that he let out a heart filled laugh as he placed his hand over yours, "I'm fine, and no I'm not in a gang, y/n." he gave your hand a quick squeeze before placing back to your side.
"Are you sure? You look like you've been working out a lot..."
What you said didn't click for a hot minute before, boom.
You wanted to off yourself.
And of course, the boy who you complimented had the most cockiest smirk known to man on his face, "that's where your mind was at?"
Not even bothering to explain yourself, you went for the first kid and returned.
"Sit."
He compiled without a fight, probably exhausted from the standing up for so long after already being tired.
And with that, you began to work your magic.
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You ended up cuddling after you both took a shower (not together) and pavitr immediately fell asleep while you were caught up with your thoughts.
Does anything I do make him feel like i do whenever he does something?
Does what we're doing right now make him as flustered as I am?
Did anything I do matter?
Truthfully, you wanted the fact you did what you did to consume his mind and make him feel the way you do for him which could be admitted as...weird.
You just wanted your feelings to be returned, was that too much to ask for?
You couldn't help but stare and admire his features and the way the dim moonlight blocked by the curtains complimented his features so well.
"I wish you knew."
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Part 2
#spider man: across the spider verse#across the spiderverse#pavitr prabhakar#pavitr x reader#pavitr my beloved#romance#x reader#pavitr x you#pavitr prabhakar x reader#light angst#fluff
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TW: Body image
These problems are so much more complicated than "Solve with this 1 easy hack!" but nevertheless, one small change has helped me.
I have long found looking at photos of myself so painful and humiliating that I avoid it as much as possible. It was what I hated most about working remotely. I have trouble planning outfits, because my mental image of myself as other people see me is a giant amorphous blob. I have idiosyncratic ways of sitting and turning my head and making expressions, and these are usually in the pictures of me other people like most, while to me they're me looking at my worst.
But life requires that I get more okay with pictures in myself, so I've been working on it. Lately I've started changing my question from "Do I look good in this picture?" to "Do I look like myself in this picture?"
I've been training myself to stop looking at pictures of me, and then being so embarrassed I reject that picture completely, and go back to thinking of myself as an amorphous blob. I don't need to look good. My physical self-perception is so poor that it literally has nowhere to go but up. I just need to know what I look like, so I can stop being so completely shocked and appalled by it.
And all I can say is: It's helped. It's helped a lot. The less I react emotionally to my own image, the more I'm able to think about it in a reasonable way.
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chapter 140 thoughts!
Reminder: because of the content of this arc in genera and this chapter in particular I will unavoidably have to discuss CSA and topics related to it, including grooming, emotional abuse and sexual assault. I do not discuss them in great detail, but if you very understandably just aren't in the headspace for that, no hard feelings - look after yourself and I'll see you next time.
So a lot of stuff goes on in this chapter but weirdly, I feel like I don't have a lot of stuff to say about it compared to the last few. Partially because it speaks so strongly for itself but mostly because, sort of similarly to 137, this is just clarification and reiteration of some themes and information that's been floating around loosely for however many chapters and we are just now actually pinning it all down into something more coherent.
Or at least, 15 Year Lie is pinning this all down into something more coherent. We're definitely playing a bit more with like, presentation and diegesis in these sections of the movie than we were with previous scenes. With the B-Komachi scenes, we very rarely fully entered the in-universe diegesis of the movie and the scenes being filmed quite firmly remain scenes being filmed by actors who are having their own thoughts, feelings and character arcs both about and separate from the material.
By contrast, both this and last chapter lean more into presenting these scenes as full flashbacks, fully immersing us in the material that the movie's diegesis essentially overtakes and becomes the manga's diegesis. It not only creates a sense of immediacy but also one of authenticity - by removing all the reminders that this is something being manufactured, a piece of in-universe dramatized fiction, the reader is invited to accept it uncritically as fact.
And honestly? I think this is a very clever trick. While I do think the broad emotional arc and relationship beats we're being presented with here are probably more or less true, there's a big question still hanging over the movie's presentation of things: how much of this is true and why is it being shown to us? This is a movie about Ai's life supposedly, right? So if this is the case, what's with this sudden POV switch to Kamiki… and how exactly did Aqua (and the rest of his 15YL collaborators in general) get this level of insight into 'Boy A'?
But I'm getting ahead of myself a bit…
Like I said up top, I think a lot of this chapter kind of speaks for itself, so all I'm gonna say is that this did a huge amount to really endear me to the HKAI dynamic, at least as 15YL is portraying things. It's just such a nice change to see Ai bouncing off someone her own age, squabbling and getting along and butting heads like a regular kid. It does a lot to really get across just what it was about this relationship that drew the two of them to each other. They have a good rapport and some cute chemistry and I'm finding myself rooting for them even in spite of knowing how it all ends.
The scene of them at the restaurant was honestly just a complete and total delight. It's been so fucking long since we got any content of Ai just being her likable goobery self so getting to see that again (and her and Hikaru's shocked and appalled reactions to the bill) was just so good.
The short exchange that follows is also so, so important, I think. Similarly to an early AQKN moment, we are shown Ai from Hikaru's POV - in which she wears a lovely smile and stands framed as the focal point of not one but two panels of brilliant light. This feels like a sort of answer to something I noted last chapter where HKAI's relationship seemed to be in the process of echoing both the AQAK and AQKN relationships - in Hikaru, Ai sees someone who has the potential to understand her. In Ai, Hikaru sees light. I'm interested to see if this will keep getting reiterated on as we get more scenes of them together.
god the more details we get about Airi's abuse of Hikaru, the more vile she becomes. The money she gives him rings eerily true to the way real life abusers of this nature really do use money and material gifts as a method of control over their victims. And it's also not hard for me to see her as using this to frame things as somehow transactional - to pretend Hikaru has any power in this entirely unbalanced dynamic.
I continue to be impressed with how OnK is portraying Kamiki's abuse. As I mentioned last time, I often find that manga is pretty tasteless and sometimes even downright exploitative and offensive in its portrayals of sexual abuse, framing it in a titillating way for the viewer to gawk at. By contrast, not only is OnK's portrayal a layer removed from the actual events, being in-universe fiction, but it gives us no lurid details to gawk it. We are forced to look only at Hikaru's pain and the emotional reality of the horror and exploitation he's experiencing and the story dares us to flinch and look away. Just like plenty of people do.
I also really appreciate that the story leaves absolutely no room for plausible deniability and just outright calls Airi exactly what she is: a pedophile. I was a little worried with last chapter that there was going to be an element of like 'oh Hikaru is just so cute even an adult woman can't help herself' but once again, the story pulls no punches in calling this abuse what it is and the perpetrator what she is. Harrowing as the material is, I'm glad that it's being handled well thus far and I hope Akasaka doesn't flub it.
that said i have to ask. where in god's name is the intimacy coordinator on this set.
The scene that follows is also very interesting for all the reasons I mentioned above. For Oshi no Ko as a manga, it's clear this material is here to challenge the reader and ask us to see Kamiki as human, to try and empathize with him despite his reprehensible actions. What purpose this monologue serves for the in-universe 15 Year Lie movie is less clear. But in both circumstances, I still have to ask: to what end, exactly?
After all, isn't this a movie overflowing with spite and hate? A script written for Aqua's revenge that will allow him to kill his father? If so, why are we being challenged to empathize with Kamiki? Why did Aqua write a script that portrays his father as a victim? And how, exactly, did he come to such a deep and nuanced understanding of this man he hates so much when it took Ruby three and a half mental breakdowns to start understanding her beloved mother?
This all raises a whole lot of questions about exactly what the final movie is going to turn out like and exactly what purposes it really serves and I'm tentatively excited to get some answers. I'm definitely still more than a little fatigued with the movie arc as a whole and a lot of my biggest issues with it have yet to really be resolved but I'm at least more interested than I have been before about where things are going to go.
Holy crap, no break next week… are we beating the biweekly allegations, gang???
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Hello! long time silent fan here 💝
i came across an older post referring to you leaving the Guns Blazing project... i did back that kickstarter, and now im kinda worried about just who i gave my money to :/
are you able to share any details about why you left, or if theres anything i should know about the creators? it's too late for me to not give them money, but id like to know before i recommend the game to anyone
the main issue shared in the post you reference is pretty much it: a prominent ttrpg award was given to an active duty military strategist. a lot of people in the community, myself included, were obviously horrified by this and many spoke up about what kind of grotesque and deeply unjust message this sends about what we're allowing (more than allowing, CELEBRATING????) in the space; bafflingly, a bunch of other people in the community all crowded around to congratulate and asspat and defend and gas up this grinning servant of the imperial american death machine. it was horrifying to see that the dev of guns blazing, which the entire time it was funding had constantly and loudly advertised itself as a "decolonial" and "anti-imperialist" game, was one of the people celebrating his win.
when i confronted the dev one-on-one about this, i was told "the man's a personal friend who's helped me out in the past and helped out other marginalized people in the space." that is not a sufficient excuse for me when the issue is what this man was doing to marginalized people, FOR MONEY, FOR HIS CAREER, outside of the space. (it's murder. what a military strategist does is facilitate murder as needed by the state.) u cannot buy back lives you've destroyed globally by getting other poc jobs in roleplaying games or whatever the fuck.
i couldn't handle this. i'm not going to judge other artists who stayed in — i don't know if everyone even saw, the turmoil over the award was something that from what i saw was mostly contained to twitter and the dev kept his head down about it aside from his initial congratulations. there was a moment before i confronted the dev where honestly i thought to myself "maybe i can just pretend i didn't see it," but i knew in my heart that wasn't true and i wouldn't be able to be proud of myself if i did that. so that's why i pulled out.
my tone is heated here bc obviously this is a really appalling subject — it's the reason my commerical work contracts have a fucking ethics clause in them now, lmao — but at the same time i'm honestly not interested in like, "calling out" the dev over this. he let me leave the project immediately and without any issues, and i haven't kept up with anything he's doing since this incident. maybe he's changed his mind or like, one would hope all of the absolute horror we're constantly submerged in from witnessing the us government's eager support of the genocide in palestine has opened his eyes to No, Agents Of The Military Are Not Our Fucking Friends, Actually. i don't know. i don't care to go looking to find out. my interest is not in saying "i think this dev is a bad person and everyone should be wary of them!!!!", it's just to say "this dev did something that was so shocking to me and so misaligned from my own morals that i had to distance myself immediately." i don't know how far that reflects on anything else he believes or does, i just know it was a dealbreaker for me personally. the story ends there for me, and other people will have to make their own judgements based on what they observe now.
#i have caps of the (very brief) convo and if someone needs to see them for verification you can dm me.#but like i said i am not interested in this being like. a Callout or anything. i dont want them plastered everywhere#like i dont think anything good would come of it. it wouldnt Help anyone. im just. explaining what i saw and felt and did.#also why this is unrebloggable.
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Movie Night
By Sawyer-Summary:You and Jean are roommates and decide to watch a movie together
warning:Smut 18+ oral m receiving
jean × female reader
a/n:this was off the top of my head😁that’s why it’s so short and there will not be a part 2 hope you enjoy!⭐️
You and Jean really don't talk much with you both having busy schedules working and hanging out with separate friends or just spending time alone. After getting your own apartment and realizing you would need some help with rent and bills you interviewed multiple people before Jean came along he was perfect everything you needed in a roommate he was nice, cleaned up after himself, and didn't make to much noise most importantly, he was very nice to look at especially late at night when you would go to the kitchen to get a snack and he would be fresh out the shower with a towel hanging loosely off his hips showing his toned abs and the V on his abdomen seeing it always made you feel things it would happen so often you swear he was doing it just so you could stare as he walked to his room.
It was 10:00 pm and you were in your room bored out of your mind until you finally decided to watch a movie on the couch in the living room..
you walk out of you room to see Jean already sitting on the couch wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a white tee looking for something to watch on Netflix.
"Hey Jean couldn't sleep?" you say looking at him
"Uh i wasn't exactly trying….just wanted to find something to watch." he says surprised at your presence but not startled
"Yea?.did you find anything?" you ask as you sit beside him just a little too close but not too much
"not really...i think i'll just put in my favorite movie is that ok?"he asks not wanting to ruin your night "yea sure i was probably gonna do the same and fall asleep on the couch anyway"
He puts on a movie called "Vacation" (which is not on Netflix but i digress)
"This is your favorite movie?" you ask genuinely surprised "Yea why did you ask like that?...it's hilarious." Jean asked a little offended
"No i know it's just i wasn't expecting a movie like this to be your favorite!" you say chuckling "what kind of movies do you think i watch?” Jean asks
"I don't know Actions movies or something like, the mission impossible movies definitely not this" you say defending your laughter
"yea there not my thing i love comedies and quit laughing!"
"Sorry" you say still chuckling but starting to focus on the movie
About 30 mins go by while your watching the movie and the part where Chris Hemsworth walks in the bedroom comes on and tension starts to grow between the two of you and you start to realize how close you guys are. Your thighs are touching and his arm is resting on the couch cushions behind you and you start to smell his cologne it smells like vanilla, basil and mint, sweet but kind of manly it was surrounding you.you start to tense up and Jean notices
"You okay?" Jean asks placing his hand on your shoulder
"Yea...I'm fine!"
After the movie ended you two just ended up talking about anything and everything then the topic of sex came up what he's done, what you've done, what he hasn't done, what you haven't done facing each other on the couch with your knee touching his thigh
Then he says one of the most shocking things you thought could come out of his mouth "Wait.what?.. you've never had a blow job?" you asked appalled
"No, I haven't, would stop acting so surprised"
“Well I am Jean I mean look at you”
"I haven't had sex as much as people think I'm, not a man whore you know"
"yea that's even harder to believe"
you feel a strike of confidence realizing you've given about 4 blow jobs and they have been very well received "Well you know Jean there's nothing wrong with being a little inexperienced," you say with a sly smirk across your face placing your hand on his thigh
"Really?" he asks giving you the same energy " Yea I mean I'm pretty experienced myself and you won't have to do anything but enjoy yourself,” you say moving to your knees and kneeling right in front of him with your hands moving up and down his thighs
He spreads his legs for you to get between them and looks at you while biting his bottom lip the sight alone makes you wet "You, sure Princess?" he says looking you in the eyes. you nod your head at him
"Use your words baby" he says in a sultry tone "Yes I'm sure" you say pulling down his pajamas bottoms and boxers. Before you can take the off fully his already hard cock springs free and the sight is mouth-watering
You grab onto his throbbing cock with one hand with the other on his thigh and immediately start to please him with one slow and sloppy lick from his base up to his tip. He takes a soft deep breath as you do so. You then continue to put half of his length in your mouth and tightening your jaws around it while moving your head back and forth with your tongue swirling around his tip.
You hear a soft moan come from his lips as you felt the muscles in his thigh tighten. You pull his dick out of your mouth for a second to spit on it then you continue to suck it like you were before, but this time you used both hands to stroke it as you sucked it. Making him moan louder. You could taste a bit of precum in your mouth that motivated you to go faster and tighten your jaws more even though they were a bit tired.
But hearing how much he enjoyed it was like music to your ears. He threw his head back and grabbed your hair then started to push your head down farther making you gag a bit.
By this point you could feel his tip touching the back of your throat. As you kept moving your head back and his legs began to shake as he groaned “Y-Y/n im about to cum.”
Him saying that made you go faster than you did before and using as much of your spit as you could. He thrusted his hips a bit as you did so making it sloppier. You tightened both your hands around his fat cock and twisted it as it was still in your mouth.
Then with one last long moan he released all his cum into your mouth, completely covering your tongue. You lick up every last drop and swallow it after also licking your fingertips like you would after finishing a delicious meal.
He watched as you did and said “Fuck baby you did so good.” he grabbed your cheeks and gave your a kiss of approval
#jean kirstein#jean x you#jean x y/n#jean x reader#jean aot#jean smut#jean kirschtein x reader#aot x reader#aot fanfiction#aot x you#aot smut#aot x y/n#jean kirschtein x you#jean kirsten x reader#jean kirschtein smut
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Hallway Crush
Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader
WARNING: SMUT 18+, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mutual Pining
PREFACE: Reader has always had a crush on Kirby, but what she didn't know was that the feelings were mutual
A/N: I'm appalled by the lack of stories for my wife
As if today didn't start off shitty enough with me being late, I completely forgot my laptop on the kitchen island.
"Are you fucking serious?", I whisper to myself,
Before zipping up my backpack and slightly slamming my car door closed. I start walking towards the building, when I get ambushed by Robbie and Charlie. I let out a surprised gasp and clutch at my chest.
"What's your favorite scary movie?", Charlie questions,
Pathetically attempting the Ghostface voice.
"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?", I scold,
Shoving past the two and making my to the front doors.
"You look good, (Y/N)!", I hear Charlie call out to me,
To which a return the favor with a middle finger.
"Oof, harsh", Robbie mocks,
Watching me walk away.
"Completely uninterested in your existence"
"No, man, she wants me", Charlie replied,
Unashamed of his delusion.
I finally make it inside and head straight for my locker. I take out the books I needed for my first class and shut it close.
"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar voice call out to me,
I turn and felt my heart drop to my stomach. I had a crush on Kirby Reed since I first moved here. From her blonde locks to her piercing eyes and rosy lips, it was next to impossible for me to think straight with her around.
I eventually snap out of my haze and look around to make sure she was actually speaking to me. I point to myself and she chuckles.
"Unless there's another (Y/N) I'm unaware of, then yes, I'm talking to you", she reassures,
I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walk towards her.
"Hi"
"Hi", she greeted sweetly,
I smile nervously, pulling up the strap of my bag that was slipping off.
"What are you up to tonight?", she asks,
"Um, just studying. The calc quiz is coming up and I wanna make sure I ace it"
"Oh, pretty and smart. Good combo", she compliments,
Looking me up and down. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her comment.
"Thanks"
"Jill and I are having a party tonight and I was just wondering if you'd like to come"
I hesitate for a moment.
"Well-"
"But, if you're busy, I totally get it-"
"No!"
My suddeness catching her off-guard.
"I mean, I don't...have to study"
She raises her eyebrows at me.
"It's more of a refresher thing, but, I could always just skip it"
"Ooh, I like bad girls", she teases,
Was she trying to make me explode? Cause god-damn, she didn't need to try very hard.
"Sooo, I'll see you tonight? Eight thirty?"
"Yes", I replied,
Holding back a squeal that was fighting to escape me.
"Great. See you there", she bids farewell,
Walking off.
Did that actually just happen? Or did the crush I had on her for months finally start getting to me? Either way, I was definitely going to that party to find out.
~
The second school was over, I rushed home and immediately started getting ready. I showered, did my hair, make up and picked out an outfit that would definitely get her attention. I settled on a maroon bell sleeve top that perfectly showcased what it needed to, low waist jeans and converse.
Once I did a purse check, I head out and got in my car. I knew I got the right address, when I saw all the people hanging out on the front lawn. That and the loud music I could hear from the inside of my car.
Taking in one last deep breath, I parked and got out. With each step I took towards the house, my heart started beating faster and faster. The moment I opened the front door, I was instantly faced with a sea of people from school.
Being a freshman, I didn't know that many people yet, especially the seniors, who I was now surrounded by. I didn't particularly enjoy big crowds, so it came as no shock when I felt my anxiety kick it into high-gear. Maybe I should just go home-
"(Y/N)!"
Fuck, too late.
I carefully turn around and see Kirby nodding her head at me from the couch with Jill and Olivia.
"Come on", she says over the loud music,
I walk over to them and the three girls scoot over to make room for me.
"Glad you didn't skip out on me", she teased,
As I took a seat next to her.
"Of course not", I replied,
Shaking my head. She smiles and sips from her drink. All I could focus on were her lips and the way the wrapped around the cup. The same blush spreading across my face as before.
"You look really good", she says,
Dragging her eyes up and down my body, as I fought back a scream.
"You know, we've passed each other in the halls a bunch of times, but we've never actually spoken before...why?", she questioned,
It's not like I could've just admitted about being madly in love with her.
"I'm just naturally shy", I opt for the less embarrassing response,
"Well...you have no reason to be", she replied,
Raking her eyes up and down my frame once more, as I held back another scream that almost found its way out of me.
We spent the next hour just talking and stumbled upon our shared love for horror movies.
"Okay okay"
"Hm?"
"What the fuck is up that Chucky doll?", I ask,
Making Kirby almost spit her drink back out from laughing.
"Sorry!", I exclaimed,
Taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her mouth.
"It's okay, you're just really funny"
She looks back at me and it was only then did I realize just how close we had gotten. Inches barely keeping us apart.
"Boo! Get a room!", Olivia teased,
Causing us both to look over at them, whilst Jill burst out into laughter. Kirby shakes her head and turns her attention back to me.
"Ignore them"
I smile and discard of the used napkin.
"Well, I definitely need a refill, wanna come?", she questioned,
"Sure"
We navigate our way through the drunken crowd and found ourselves at the kitchen island.
"Want some?"
"Oh, I can't. I'm driving myself home"
That's when she pulls out a carton of fruit juice. I give her a confused look.
"You didn't think I'd be wasted, did you? Someone's gotta keep everyone in check. My parents would kill if me if anything happened to the house", she explained,
Pouring herself a new glass.
"Come on, indulge me", she jokingly challenged,
I grab one for myself and she did the same. I was now hyper-focused on her hands and the way they moved. It made my stomach flutter. I couldn't help, but chew nervously thinking about all the ways they could touch me, ruin me-
"(Y/N)?"
Her words ripping me out of my explicit thoughts.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"You totally spaced just now. What were you thinking about?", she sets her cup down,
Leaning closer towards me.
"Nothing", I say,
She tilts her head, unconvinced. My heart was beating so loud, that it was all I could hear.
"Are you sure?", she pressed on,
Taking my hand in hers.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. From the way she was looking at me to her thumbs rubbing up and down the back of my hand, it all became too much too fast.
Not wanting to prolong the torture any longer, I lean in and finally press my lips against hers, just waiting to see if she would kiss me back. Any doubts that I had left disappeared the moment I felt her free hand grab my waist to pull me in closer. Our lips moving in perfect sync.
It was even better than I could've possibly imagined. It felt like everyone else around us disappeared and we were in our own little world.
Eventually, she pulls away, biting back a smile.
"Finally", she whispered,
Making me chuckle to myself.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", she admits,
Tucking a lose strand behind my ear. If she only knew. She takes a moment to scan the room, before looking back at me.
"Hopefully, I'm not being too forward, but...would you wanna go somewhere more private?"
I nod and she takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs and towards her room.
The moment we step foot inside, she pins me to the door, using my body to shut it closed. We pick up right where we left off, only this time, our hands roam each other's bodies. I help her out of her jacket and she tugs at the bottom of my blouse, almost as if to ask for permission to take it off.
"Wait", I exhaled out of breath,
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."
She gives me a worried expression.
"I've never...like..."
That's when it hit her.
"You're a virgin", she relaxes,
I nod shyly.
"We don't have to do anything, if you're not ready", she reassured,
"No, I am!", I say,
"I just have no idea what I'm doing", I confessed,
She cups my face.
"Do you want me to show you?"
I felt myself melting at how soft she was being with me.
"Yes...please", I pleaded,
"Okay", she smiles,
Continuing to kiss me. Her pace was now tender and slow, not that I was complaining.
I pull my shirt off over my head, leaving my top half completely exposed for her to see.
"God, you really are perfect", she praised,
As I grinned in excitement.
I unbutton my pants and drag it down my legs, along with the underwear I was wearing. I'd never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment. My arms instinctively go to cover my body, but she stops them, before they had the chance.
"Don't do that", she says,
Gently moving my head to face her.
"You don't have to hide anything from me"
She kisses me and her hands leave my face, finding their way down the rest of my body. They settle on my bare chest, squeezing my mounds, as I quietly whine against her lips.
Kirby chuckling at how sensitive I was.
Eventually, her kisses trail down my cheeks, till they met the skin of my neck.
"So good for me", she mumbled,
Going lower and licking circles over my now hardened buds, as I sigh in satisfaction. She then made her way down my stomach, till she was on her knees, spreading my legs apart.
"Can I?", she questioned,
As her hungry eyes stared up at me in anticipation, to which I nod.
"I need to hear you say it", she whispers,
The things she did to me by simply just talking was more than enough to make me come undone right then and there.
"Yes", I answer,
Causing her to flash me another one of her signature smirks, before diving into me. Her lips wrapping around my pulsing bundle of nerves, as I gasp at the contact. She slides her fingers up and down my slit, spreading the mess she was making of me.
I could already feel my knees going weak.
"You taste so good", she praises.
Finally having had enough with the torturing, she gently slips her digits into me, pressing earnestly against where I needed her most . A surprised gasp fleeing out of me as a result.
Not wanting to risk hurting me, she started of slow and cautious. Treating me like like a fragile piece of glass that could be shattered even with the slightest touch.
"Y-You can go faster", I reassure,
Making her look up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much tenderness, that I couldn't help but fully surrender myself into her hands.
That was all she needed to hear.
She picks up the pace and began to go faster and faster, as my fingers intertwine themselves with her golden tresses. Each moan and whine only encouraging her to continue her ministrations.
It didn't take long for my knees to start buckling from how weak they were. Noticing how my legs were about to give out, Kirby pulls away, making me whine at the loss of her touch.
"Come here", she says,
Taking me to her vanity and sitting me down, before getting back to what she was doing. Eventually, my walls begin to tighten around her and she went harder and faster.
"K-Kirby"
"You're so close, baby. Do it for me", she whispers.
It was like a knot in the pit of my stomach just snapped apart, as a flood came rushing out of me and onto her welcoming tongue. I've had orgasms before, but...nothing like this. Maybe it was the fact it was someone else and not just myself or maybe she was just that good. Either way, I wasn't gonna complain.
I take a moment to catch my breath, while she swallows me down and wipes off the rest. Kirby then gets back on her feet and kisses me.
"You are the sweetest person ever...literally and metaphorically", she teases,
Making me giggle against her.
"Hey"
"Mm?"
"Feel free to say no, but...would you wanna try something else?"
"You mean like...return the favor?", I ask,
About to go down on my knees, when she stops me with chuckle.
"No, trust me...we have all the time in the world for that", she says,
"But for now, I was thinking..."
She takes my hand and led me to her closet. She slid the door to the side and dug through her clothes to find a box. Once she opened it up, a delicious chill ran up my spine from what I found, waiting inside.
"Is that-"
"Jill and Liv got it for me as a gag-gift for my birthday", she explained,
Taking the strap on out.
"But what they didn't know was that I would be putting it to good use"
I bite back a smile and look back up at her.
"Do you want this? Cause, if you aren't ready-"
"I am", I cut off,
"I trust you"
She grins and I eased any remaining doubts she might've had with a kiss.
"But...", I pull away,
"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking", I joked,
Making her laugh to herself.
I helped her out of the shirt, bra, jeans and thong she was wearing, before tossing the items of clothing into a pile in the corner.
She was breathtaking, almost...unreal. Every dip and curve on her body made my heart beat even faster than it had before.
"What?"
"Nothing, you're...beautiful, Kirby", I say nervously.
She smiles and takes my hand.
"That makes the two of us", she smiles,
Taking me to the bed and carefully laying me down.
"If at any point, you feel uncomfortable"
"I won't", I promised,
"But if you do, please let me know, okay? You're gonna feel pressure for the first few seconds"
"I know. I trust you"
"Okay", she says,
Leaning down to kiss me. As we did, she settles between my legs, before wrapping them around her waist and reaching down to grab the toy. Her free arm going under my back to scoop me up and pull me in closer.
She rubs up and down my slit and eventually pushes in slightly with her hips. The sensation making me tense up as a response.
"Don't do that", she whispers,
Soothing me with soft circles she would draw on the skin of my spine.
"It'll make it hurt", she warns,
"Deep slow breathes, baby"
I do as she says and finally relax in her grasp. She continues to push deeper into me and eventually found the sweet spot waiting for her. I let out a gasp and cling onto her for dear life.
"There she is", she praised.
She gives me a moment to adjust, burying her face in my neck and kissing the warmth of my skin, while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.
Once I was ready for more, I let her know.
"Y-You can move", I whine.
She nods against me and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth. It was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't painful, like I thought it would be. It was actually quite the opposite.
Finally getting used to the feeling, I urged her to go faster by bucking my hips up.
"So needy", she teased,
Picking up the pace and thrusting into me faster and harder.
With the long-forgotten party carrying on outside, the desperate moans and sounds that escaped me were all disguised by the chaos from beyond the door, as the smell of sex filled the room.
As it was only my first time, it came as no surprise to me when my orgasm began to build up quicker than I wanted, which Kirby obviously noticed by how much harder she had to ram into me with how tight my walls were wrapping around the strap.
She hurriedly reaches down and rubs fast circles on my clit, only making me cry out even louder.
"So fucking cute like this. Let me have it, baby. Cum"
Those words were the last thing I heard, before I was thrusted over the edge and consumed by the warm embrace of my climax. I let go, screaming her name over and over like it was the only thing I knew how to.
She gently pulls out, as the new-found emptiness left me wincing.
"Shhh", she comforted,
Laying back down and pulling me onto her bare chest. We laid there for a moment, catching our breaths and using the sound of each other's heart beats to ground ourselves.
It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that took over.
It was the kind where there was so much more being said without words, than if there were. From how her fingers lightly traced my spine to the kisses she would press against my cheeks and the way she held me like I'd slip right out of her hands said more than any superficial post-sex conversation ever could.
"Think you could spend the night?"
"My parents are out of town, so I don't see why not. Why?", I asked,
"Well, it's pretty late and um...I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be home alone", she replied,
Causing my eyes to widen, as I sit up to look at her.
"What did you say?"
"I don't want you to be home alone?", she tried to play off,
"No no no no no, you called me something"
"Oh...you mean my girlfriend?", she admits,
"Well, don't you wanna be?"
"Yes!", I squeal,
Diving down and crashing my lips onto hers, as she laughs at my excitement.
"About time, don't you think? I mean, I've spent years obsessing over you", she smiles,
Tucking my hair behind my ear.
Unbeknownst to Kirby, the feeling was always mutual.
#kirby reed#scream#kirby reed x reader#kirby reed oneshot#kirby reed fanfic#kirby reed fluff#kirby reed angst#kirby reed smut#hayden panettiere
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OMG!!! (III)
( Series Chapter List )
A/N I just can't stop... it's like when you get a song stuck in your head... >:)
Pyyrha was red faced as Nora escorted her back to the dorm. The Nora-ish grin on her face spelling doom for the four-time champion. Once they were back inside JNPR's room, without anyone else, Nora pounced.
"So that was... a very exciting pic... wasn't it?"
"What?"
Nora slowly pulled out her scroll, tapped the screen and turned it to face Pyrrha...
"HOW?!?"
"I sent it to myself from your scroll... I didn't think you would mind, considering..."
"Considering?"
"The amount of blood I mopped up to keep you out of trouble." Nora turned the screen back to face her, "Gods she has some serious T&A, I'm feeling a little jealous."
"What will it cost?"
"Pyr-Pyr! I'm shocked! I'm appalled!" Nora gave Pyrrha a scandalized look, "That you would..."
"Nora... what do I have to do to make sure you show NO ONE that picture?"
"Let me watch the stream with you."
"What? Why?"
"Joan is like the second famous person I know, and I'm on her team! I should be there for moral support..."
"Plus it's an invite only stream..."
"That too."
"Fine, just this... EEP!" Nora grabbed Pyrrha by the wrist and spun her about sending her stumbling to her bed.
"Log in!"
Pyrrha fumbled her scroll, but was able to recover enough to activate her account link, instantly connecting to GoldenAngel(Joan)'s stream.
"Five minutes!" Nora was almost vibrating as she leaned against Pyrrha, to watch the countdown timer...
The passage of a few minutes felt like hours, but it did pass. The stream started, but there was no picture, which caused the chat to to rapidly getting spammed with WTH and WTF comments.
"I'm here... I'm here..." Joan's voice sounded a little tinny coming over the speakers of the scroll, but it didn't matter to Pyrrha or Nora. Both were completely focused on wanting to see what Joan aka GoldenAngel would wear as a maid costume... "Ready?"
"Welcome to my stream Masters and Mistresses! How may I serve you?" Joan purred out...
Nora and Pyrrha never saw the rest of the stream...
... four hours later the found themselves waking up in the infirmary, facing a very anxious, worried and upset Joan.
#rwby#jaune arc/joan arc#fem!jaune#pyrrha nikos#nora valkyrie#joan is an e-girl#one shot?#Youtube#ai generated illustrations
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Under the Moonlight - Part 3 - Arguing With Myself (Sort Of)
Read Part 2 if you haven't already - Midnight Hour
TW: Physical fighting
Quick note: This story takes place before the sequel. Any Sonic Movie story I write like this one will be a pre-sequel story.
Appalled by his appearance, he tries to hide in town from Tom and Maddie, but encounters some trouble along the way that brings out the wild side of his new form.
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The peaceful quiet in the streets of Sonic's neighborhood would last for long if it weren't for two things; a shrieking stray cat and a hyperactive dark blue beast chasing it down on all fours.
"Where are you going? Come back, kitty!" The raspy voice cried out, almost running out of breath, trying to catch up to the fuzzy tabby stray.
Why is the cat running away? He didn't do anything wrong. He just wants to play with the little kitty.
He kept running, playfully pleading the cat to stay, but it was no use. "I didn't mean to scare ya, I just wanna- *GASP*"
Suddenly, coming back to his senses, the hedgehog-wolf like creature screeched to a halt and nearly tumbled onto the ground, landing on his face. "...Ow." A voice muffled on the concrete.
The stray turned back around to see this hairy looking thing get back up on his feet. Or, at least tried to, but he stumbled, losing balance almost every second. He shook off the pain though when he noticed the cat looking right at him.
It hissed at him, which startled him at first, as if it was telling him to scram before running off down the sidewalk and right into the woods.
"Huh? Hey, wait!" Sonic reached out to the cat that already disappeared but then noticed something incredibly off.
His hand. And his arm! It's a darker shade than his usual blue fur. And his hands, they look massive! The claws even look sharp too.
"What...?" He looked all over himself, from his body, to his quills, to his feet, which most of is showing because of the stretched out socks.
"What's happened to my body?" He asked out loud, then he quickly smacked his hand against his mouth in shock, eyes more wide. "What's happened to my VOICE?!" His rough sounding voice cracked on the last word.
His fluffy ears pinned down to his head as worry began to grow. "What the heck is going on? Why do I look like this??" He takes another long look at his monstrous hands, then the rest of his body. He can swore that he was slightly taller even.
He couldn't remember what had happened earlier before this sudden change. The only thing he could remember was that he was getting some water and then his insides were going crazy and then... Nothing.
At least that's what he thought had happened.
"I'm so confused..." He said, looking around to find himself in a familiar neighborhood. It's his own. He blinked, almost remembering the full events that came to this. "Why was I chasing that-? How did I-? Wh- WHAT IS HAPPENING?" He yelled out to no body but himself, begging for a proper answer for all of his questions.
He exhaled exhaustively, lumping his arms to the ground. It's quite surprising that his arms are long enough now for his knuckles to touch the ground.
Talk about a growth spurt.
"I need a mirror." He spoke to himself. He looked out to the opposite direction he was running in, knowing he was not too far from his house. He knew that Tom and Maddie were awake somehow and probably looking for him right now.
Run away.
Sonic shuddered, shaking away the thought of Tom and Maddie finding him as a whole different being. He quickly ran off to the same direction he's been going for a while. Strangely he's not going any more faster than this.
Deal with them later.
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Eventually, he made it to town. It's so quiet and peaceful, too bad there is a weird looking beast amongst them trying his best to be silent.
He ran behind building to building, hoping that no one will spot him, despite the fact that it's possibly after twelve at this point.
He can't go back to Tom and Maddie, even if he wanted to. Something happened to him, and he knew it wasn't a good thing. He needs a better look at himself.
As he's walking through town, something caught the corner of his eye. A reflection of... Himself?
Is it really himself? Sonic got closer to the window to get a better look. He did gotten taller, but his fur color isn't too different. His hands still look huge, but not so much for his paws.
His quills gotten longer and grew white tips at the end of them, including his ears, which gotten bigger as well. Even his muzzle gotten bigger.
He caught the sight of his tail moving from the reflection. He looked behind him to see that his tail was more fluffy and longer, like a dog's tail. "What the...??"
He looked back at his reflection to notice something else.
His eyes.
The rest of his face didn't change too much, but his eyes... They're so bright.
The emerald green was more like a glowing slime green kind of color, and they look more dilated, as if he looked...
Wild.
Crazy, even.
Taking a good look at himself, he backed away slowly. He held his arm, almost forgetting his hands were big now. This change scared Sonic.
Badly.
He looked nothing like himself. He looked tough. Mean. Horrifying.
While staring at himself, bits of his memory was coming back. He slowly realized how this came to be.
The pain. Oh, God, the pain.
Was that really the power of Dark Gaia back there? This is his Nightmare form?
It's no wonder he was hurting like hell back at the house. It's energy got to him back at the woods when Crazy Carl was telling him that story.
It really was Dark Gaia energy. Dark Gaia is real.
Knowing all the information the came flooding back to him, he was more scared of his new look the longer he looked at his reflection.
That... thing, isn't Sonic. That can't be Sonic. That's not Sonic!
Don't fret.
"WHO?!" He screamed out loud, snapping his head behind him. There was no one. He was the only one in this part of town.
Great, first he turned into a half Nightmare creature, then he's hearing voices.
"Stop talking to me, creepy voice from wherever!" The Werehog barked at nothing. "I'm already having a moment, I don't need you to make it worse for me!"
I am not. I am comforting you.
"Pffft. Yeah, right." He grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Your unsettling impression of a chain smoking Batman voice isn't doing any kinds of comforting, my guy. Just sayin'."
It is best if you don't insult me, Sonic.
"Whooooookay how do you know my name??"
My energy is one with you. It knows everything about you.
"I think you should be more specific on what you mean by-" Sonic stopped himself, just now catching up on what was spoken. "...Your energy?"
Correct. I am Dark Gaia. I am speaking to you beyond the core of your planet as I speak.
Sonic just stood there and blinked multiple times, trying to process what the heck's been happening for the past ten minutes. "Y-You...? Wha...??"
First of all, he didn't know it, or they, can talk, and second they shouldn't be opening their mouths to Sonic out of all people after what they did to him.
"Well, now," He began. "Since you can hear me and all that jazz, can you do me a favor and CHANGE ME BACK TO NORMAL, YOU JERK?!" He roared loud enough for the whole town to hear.
"You can't just fused your weird energy things to anyone they come across! You're just taking away innocent lives! For DECADES!" After letting that out, he exhaled out loud, letting out some steam. Man, he's so ticked off.
You've heard of me.
"That's right." He said, fists clenched. "A pal of mine told me EVERYTHING about you, buddy!" He growled the last word coldly.
That's expected. Others have heard the "tale." They didn't last too long.
"Then why are you doing this if you could, just, pop another of your creatures out into existence instead of just possessing people?!"
I don't believe you understood how my minions work, Sonic. Nightmares, as I call them, were once the unfortunate humans you brought up who fell into my hands. Without the humans, I have no Nightmares to guide me into ruling this planet.
"'Ruling the planet?'" Sonic titled his head slightly at the last words. "Why would you do that??"
I've gone too long being shadowed by the drenched light. The Earth deserves to live in it's true nature; the darkness.
"Ah. So you're an emo. Gotcha."
After the little jester, Sonic's head was suddenly throbbing in intense pain. He cried out and fell to his knees, holding his head. Ringing could be heard.
Once more, it is best if you don't insult me. Unless you want to become a Nightmare before sunrise.
"Ow! Ow, ow! Okay, chill out! Stop it with that! Owww!" Sonic begged through his teeth.
Very well. Let that be a warning to you.
And just like that, the headache was gone, and so was the ringing. Sonic sat down on the pavement trying to catch his breath. "What is your problem, man?! Why me out of all people?! I didn't want any of this!"
Then it was your mistake to step foot into the infested forest. The energy does not leave one's body. It stays there, until the transformation is complete.
"You mean... This is just the beginning of a much bigger, creepier Werehog looking thing?!"
...Werehog?
"Gotta call it somethin'." He shrugged.
Ah. Well, whatever. Call it however you prefer, you are still part Nightmare, and soon, before the sun rises, you will ascend to the core of Earth. With me. As me.
"Fat chance, creep!" He cursed harshly, getting back up on his feet. "I once beat up some robots and kicked a mad doctor's butt! You think you can turn me into a Nightmare... Creature... Thing?!"
Fighting back is the worst mistake you can make if you think you can escape from Dark Gaia. You will never rid of me.
Sonic's ears flick for a second, as he remembered something from the story. "Wait... Yes! Yes I can! I'll find that, that uh, Light Bracelet magic weapon thingy!"
Light Gaia's Bracelet?
"Yeah! That's it!"
Don't make me laugh. No one has ever found that worthless item in centuries. How can you possibly find it when it was never found?
"I'll..." He was gonna fight back but paused. He couldn't help but think that they were right. It hasn't been found. But he swore he remembered Carl saying that the bracelet was sealed somewhere in Green Hills.
"I'll find it somehow. I'll find a way to get back to normal and get rid of you and your energy!" Despite not knowing where it could be, he is still positive on ridding Dark Gaia from him. He won't go down that easily.
It's cute that you believe that you're strong enough to break free of my wrath. May I remind you that even though your transformation isn't fully complete, I can still take control of your mind.
"Well, I'll fight back. You won't win for long."
Perhaps a demonstration is an order.
"What do you- AAGH!!" Sonic screamed in pain as the headache returned in effect, only this time, instead of fighting back the pain, he collapsed on all fours and starting growling, feeling rage and fury build up inside.
When he opens his eyes, they glow bright for a brief moment before Sonic suddenly ran off to a nearby building and ran right through the window, glass shattering everywhere in the bank and outside.
He climbed on top of the counter, ferociously attacking and ripping every computer monitor and paper on the counter. Then he goes for the chairs and rip them to shreds as well.
After a moment of letting out his feral anger, Sonic finally snapped back to reality, eyes now full of fear and confusion. It took him a moment to realize he has a chair in his mouth and quickly spits it out, disgusted by the taste of it.
Sonic. You will be one with Dark Gaia soon. But until then, you must find another batch of future Nightmares, so that way, my army will grow faster.
Sonic growled, but not like from earlier.
Besides, knowing your true power and skill. That Godlike speed of yours... I can use it to my advantage.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" He roared, sounding more unhinged and ready for more violence. He cupped his mouth, shocked to hear what just come out of his own mouth.
Don't abuse your anger too much. Even when I'm not in control, the energy can still come out every now and again. Be careful next time.
"I won't let you use my body or my powers to hurt my friends! You gotta be sick and twisted to think of something like that!" He growled, claws already coming out of his hands, ready for another fight with whatever.
That annoying and creepy voice can do nothing but chuckle. Chuckle in a very unsettling, nightmarish way that might've scare Sonic's anger away for a while.
You poor thing. Did you forget how your friends witnessed your transformation?
He blinked.
They were terrified. The weak, little hedgehog they once knew... Gone. Erased from the Earth, for good.
"O-Okay, granted they would be terrified, but..." He stuttered, thinking back on how worried his friends were back at the house when he was in pain.
But what?
He didn't say anything. He would protest, but they have a point. Tom and Maddie would've just ran away from town altogether after seeing him go on a rampage like that. It was already bad enough when he was transformed anyway.
Don't pretend that they'd still stay by your side after what had happened. Why would they protect a monster?
"I-I'm not a-"
You are part Nightmare now. No one will want to befriend a Nightmare. It sounds silly. Don't you think?
His ears pinned down as he think hard on this, and his eyes lowered, looking at the tiles, then his messed up socks ruined by his grown out paws.
Then his hands.
Hands that should belong to a monster.
But the monster... Was Sonic. The monster who almost destroyed a bank. Like some sort of beast ripping open a person. That monster was really him.
He sighed sadly, tears stinging his eyes. "I guess it does..."
They don't need you. Not anymore. But we need them, don't we?
"Wh... What?"
You will guide me to the humans from your home. You will share my energy with them. Make them part of me.
"I-I... NO!" He shrieked. "I don't want to hurt my p-!" He throat got stuck, stopping his sentence to early.
They are not your friends, Sonic. But they will be our new Nightmares very soon.
"I won't let you hurt them." He snarled quiet enough to be heard for the monster.
I won't. You will.
"NO. I. WON'T!!" He screamed as electricity burst out his quills, was light blue now glowing in a eerie light purple. His eyes were glowing again, and he snarled, showing his razor sharp teeth.
That energy. It's so powerful.
So strong.
It feels... Good.
"What in the world??" A voice cried out from outside the bank, snapping Sonic back to reality once again. He turn to see a random civilian shock to see a giant hole in the window and the big mess inside.
The biggest shock? A giant, hairy beast standing in the center, staring right at the man. He yelled out and backed off quickly.
"N-No! Wait!" Sonic said, putting his claws up, trying to reassure the man that he isn't going to hurt him. "This isn't what it looks like-"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" He pointed at the beast.
Sonic gasped and backed off as well, feeling powerless and attacked.
"Oh, my God!"
"Holy crap!"
"What is that thing?!"
"Is that a werewolf?!"
More people came in to see the damage but mostly see this strange creature just standing in the building, surrounding by the mess he made.
Sonic was beginning to panic. He was breathing too fast, as he grabbed his chest, seeing all these humans back away in fear from the sight of him or most of them looking at him in revolt.
He looked like a freak.
Tears began to stream down to his muzzle as more people began to panic and run off. "NO! WAIT! I'M NOT A MONSTER!" He pleaded. "DON'T RUN AWAY!"
Of course, everyone was too afraid to hear the Werehog's cries as they run off out of the part of the town. Sonic ran out of the building through the window he broke. He was beginning to whimper, like a puppy, as stress fill from inside.
"PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE!"
"No freaking way." A familiar high pitched voice spoke out from his right. He turn to see...
Karen and Issac. Those dumb bullies who cause trouble in town. Karen, still sporting the ponytail for her blonde hair and purple shirt and jeans. Issac with his messed up looking hair do and clothes similar to his sister's.
"IS THAT BIGFOOT?!" Issac cried out, pointing at the blue creature. Karen then slapped his nose. "No, it is not Bigfoot, you dope." She hissed. "Take a long look at this dude."
Sonic backed up more. "Karen? Issac? I-I can explain-"
"Noooooooo way." Issac just got the hint. "And I thought your vampire costume was creepy. UUUGH!" He shuddered.
"What the heck happened to you, Man-Hog??" Karen asked, mortified by Sonic's new look.
"It's Dark Gaia! They're real! They're trying to control me and-"
"Dark Gaia? What are you talking about?" She interrupted, going back to her annoying snarky tone. "I am convinced this is what alien hedgehog puberty looks like."
"Huh. Now that you mentioned it..." Issac then said, squinting at the scared Werehog.
"Oh, shut it!" Sonic spit back. "Of course you don't care about the fact that I'm an ACTUAL WEREHOG!"
"Well, whatever that is, it is not pretty for the human eyes." Karen crossed her arms and swung most of her bangs out of the way.
"Dude. We should go. I am NOT going near that thing now!" Issac said, getting behind his big sister. Karen groaned in annoyance. "Chill out, ya big baby. It's not like Sonic Wachowski is gonna pounce on you and rip your head off. He's too much like a puppy than a Werehog." She mocked, looking right at Sonic.
Sonic gasped. His eyes glow bright for a second, feeling fury rising inside him.
"Puppies can bite too, ya know." Issac said.
"Yeah, and they suck at it. Why are you so scared, Issac? Sonic can't do crap to even scratch one of his nasty claws at you."
"Quit it." He barked quietly.
Karen and Issac looked at Sonic. One with worry and the other with an offended look on her face. "What was that, ya blue rat?"
"I think you heard me." He glared right at her, his eyes glowing brighter.
"Ooooooooooh crap we gotta go NOW, Karen." Issac said, preparing to run off.
"Cool your jets, Issac. He's just upset because he finally realized how ugly he is." She said, smiling an ugly, annoying smile.
Sonic was snarling now, wanting this girl to shut up.
"Dawwwww, what's the matter, boy?" She mocked, acting like she's talking to a small dog. "Are you fussy because you didn't get to pway outside?" She said in the excruciating baby talk of all time.
"Pl-Please." Sonic stuttered out, realizing what's happening to him. "Sh-Shut up!" He said, shutting his eyes tight and looking away from the two teens.
"You don't tell me to shut up, Man-Hog!" Karen argued. "No one does! You better take that back or else!" She took a step forward, threatening the poor Werehog.
"Go away...!" He begged harshly.
Stay where you are.
"Oh, that is it." She coldly spoke, gritting her teeth.
Let it out.
Before he could run away, she grabbed Sonic's hairy wrist. "Take. It. Back, you stupid alien!" She hissed, pulling on his ear to get his attention.
"OW! STOP! NO!" He cried, trying to set himself free from this bully's grasp.
Unleash your inner Nightmare.
Sonic opened his eyes right into Karen's soul, like a snake's eye hungry for blood. She then realized her mistake as he growled louder, this time, like an lion ready to kill it's enemy.
And that is exactly what he's gonna do.
With a loud, ferocious roar, he jumped onto of Karen, trying to scratch her. She screamed in horror, trying to push him off of her. "KAREN!" Issac called out her name, standing there, still refusing to approach the feral beast.
"NO! GET OFF! HELP!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as Sonic nearly bit her face off, and prepares to punch her in the face.
POW!
Everyone watching the scene gasped and fled from the scene, either to call for help and just escape from the Werehog in case their next. Another punch landed on her as the Werehog continued roaring at her.
Then, at that moment, a couple come running in seeing everyone fleeing. The sheriff and his wife then see the Werehog himself beating up Karen.
"SONIC?!" They both cried.
Hearing their voices, Sonic shook off his fury and snapped back to his sense. Realizing what's happening, he gasped loudly, backing away from the bruised girl, who was now crying.
"Karen! Are you okay?" Isaac ran in to support his sister back up. "NO I DON'T LOOK OKAY, YOU IDIOT!" She yelled between sobs. "DO I LOOK OKAY?!"
Sonic was horrified by his actions. He took a few steps back before turning around to see them.
"T-Tom? Maddie?" He croaked.
The two stared in awe.
They all just stared at each other in silence. Most people in town just watched the scene unfold. Sonic began to shake, looking down at his hands.
"Wh-What have I done...?"
You know what to do now.
He looked back up at his former friends and felt sick to his stomach. Tears were streaming down like a waterfall. He felt like a monster.
He is a monster.
He's a Nightmare.
"I'm sorry." He sobbed before running away on all fours, crying loudly into town. "Sonic!" They both said his name and reaching out for him.
From the distance, an older gentlemen seen the whole scene from when the beast barged into the bank to seeing his guardians walk in at the wrong time.
He blinked, processing everything. "Holy cow." Carl finally spoke.
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In the heart of the forest of Green Hills, Sonic was sobbing uncontrollably into his big, fluffy arms on the ground by a leafless tree. Some hiccups and some sniffles, the sobs escaped and echoed through the woods, for no one but Dark Gaia to hear.
After what it felt like hours of being alone and crying, he rose his head, his eyes bloodshot and tired, to see a pond in front of him. He doesn't have the strength to get up, he can only crawl over to the pond.
His reflection.
His stupid, supernatural reflection.
Why did this happen? Why did he cause havoc like that? Why would he do that to Karen? She may be a brat but she didn't deserve it.
The worst part? Tom and Maddie witnessed everything. Now they know how much of a monster Sonic truly is.
It was his fault for lashing out like that.
It was his fault for running into the woods before heading home.
He snarled at himself at the pond, his eyes glowing once more. "I hate you." He growled. "I hate you, SO MUCH!!!" He punched the pond multiple times with his giant fists, crying out non stop.
No matter how many times he punched the water, the reflection just doesn't go away. It refused to go away. It's there now. It'll always be there.
The Werehog is going to stay.
Sonic will always be a Werehog.
Finally, he stopped attacking his reflection, continuously sobbing, but quietly, feeling exhausted and hopeless.
You are overwhelmed by your new power. Rest. You need all the energy you need to gain me new Nightmares.
"Please..." He choked, shutting his eyes, not wanting to see himself in the pond anymore. "Go away... Please..."
Like I said, Sonic, you will not rid of me.
He has given up fighting with the stupid voice at this point. Who cares of Light Gaia's Bracelet is found or not, what he did back there was unacceptable.
Tom and Maddie will never forgive him for what he did back there, nor will he ever show his face in Green Hills again. Or anywhere, ever again.
He wished he never believed this when he entered the woods but...
Dark Gaia won.
Feeling sorrow rising within him, he slowly rose his head up to the sky and lets out a loud, but heartbreaking cry for the whole town to hear.
"AWWOOOOOOOOOoooooooo..."
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To be concluded...
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#sonic wachowski#tom wachowski#maddie wachowski#crazy carl#sonic the werehog#sonic movie 2020#sonic movie fanfiction#my fanfiction#I NEARLY SLEPT THROUGH THE WHOLE DAY AND I FORGOT TO POST THIS A WHILE AGO I AM SO SORRY#BUT IT'S HERE! THE WEREHOG IS FINALLY HERE!#Enjoy the angst. 😈
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Ice Cold Part 6
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I forgot how much I hated Jason until I started posting this story again 😬
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"Oh my god Lyla! Are you alright?"
As soon as the door burst open Jen rushed over to me, gripping my shoulders and pushing me back, looking me over, inspecting me for any signs of damage.
All I could do was stand there, frozen into place, my eyes fixed on the window frame where Van had disappeared through only moments before. I supposed it must have looked like I was in shock. My mind in turmoil after going through some kind of horrific ordeal at the hands of my deadly captor. And I was in shock... but for a very different reason.
Jason rushed straight to the window, grasping the sides, ready to push himself through and take chase, and seeing this finally snapped me out of my trance.
"Jason!" I called urgently, and he hesitated, halfway through the window.
The words caught in my throat and I stumbled. "Errr... be... be careful..."
Jason raged something about 'bringing that fucker down' and then he launched himself through into the night, leaving me and Jen alone.
Shame washed over me as I realised that my automatic response to seeing Jason taking off after Van wasn't actually concern over my colleague's welfare. I'd pictured Van sprawled face down on the street, bleeding out with a bullet lodged in his back and the image had terrified me.
"What happened?" Jen asked. "Did he... did he..." She trailed off, her face screwed up like she was imagining something so appalling she couldn't verbalise it.
"I'm okay... he didn't hurt me," I reassured her and her immediate relief was evident, but then I saw her expression turn rapidly to something else. Bewilderment.
"So... what happened then? Why did he bring you here and lock you in?"
I opened my mouth, hesitated, shut it again, my mind buzzing frantically through possible scenarios, none of which seemed feasible.
Jen's mobile phone ringtone suddenly blared, interrupting us, and she answered the call immediately. "Jason!"
My heart was in my mouth as I listened to the one-sided conversation, but it soon became apparent that Jason had obviously lost Van and was now on his way back to the hotel. I found myself saying a silent prayer of thanks and relief inside my head, then instantly berated myself.
Whose side was I on exactly?
"Jen... I think I need to get back too. My head's spinning and I don't feel so good."
As soon as I got back to the confines of my hotel room I lost it. I curled up into a foetal position on the bed and the tears wracked my whole body. A million emotions tore through me like a hurricane. What the fuck was happening to me?
I replayed my confrontation with Van in my head, trying so desperately to focus on the fear I'd felt and the horror of the crimes he'd committed, but I couldn't get the look in his eyes out of my mind. Pure, unadulterated hunger. Not like he simply wanted me. Like he needed me. And I'd needed him right back.
My dreams that night were dark and full of horror and violence. I was eight years old again and scared. From my hiding place under the hotel room bed I could just make out my father's feet as he dashed about, securing doors and windows, shouting frantically down the phone about threat levels and information leaks and danger. Imminent danger.
My dad had tried to keep me sheltered from his life growing up, only giving me snippets of an insight into his work. I was proud that he was responsible for 'catching the bad men' and righting wrongs. To me he was some kind of superhero. Every time he'd take another trip to some far away city my mother would fret and this would only make me worry, but he'd scoop me up and sit me on his knee. "Don't worry pumpkin, daddy's out there just making the world a safer place for you and your mum."
But I wasn't naive. I quickly found out that the boogey men I heard stories about as a child weren't the monsters that supposedly lurked under my bed, or the shadows cast from the open wardrobe door late at night. They were very real. Bad men with guns and knives that stalked their prey against the nighttime landscape of the city.
My dream played like a movie from that fateful night, with me as the unwilling but captive audience, re-living the horror as I saw the black boots of my father's killer enter the room from my vantage point under the bed. I heard the harsh words and threats, the sounds of flesh striking flesh as blows were exchanged. And then I watched on in disbelief and terror as my dad slumped on to the floor right next to the bed, a huge yawning gash in his throat. His eyes meeting mine, a desperate plea in them for me to keep quiet, whilst I was forced to watch as the pool of blood widened and soaked into the carpet and the light gradually faded from his eyes. All I could do was lie silently and wait, looking into my father's dead staring eyes. Wait for his killer to find me, drag me kicking and screaming from my hiding place to meet the same fate. But it never happened. I'd lain there for hours, frozen with fear, a hand clamped over my own mouth to stifle the sobs that so desperately tried to burst free.
I was still there when the other agents on my dad's team found me the following morning. They fussed and they hugged me. My mother shut herself off from normal life whilst she grieved, leaving me to deal with my loss largely alone. I was sent for countless counselling and therapy sessions. But I didn't cry. Not once. I didn't need therapy. I made myself a promise that day. That I'd dedicate my life to purging the world of all the corruption, exact justice for all the lives taken in exchange for riches and power and greed. Rid the world of all the bad people who'd made killing their career. Evil men.
Men like Van.
A sharp rapping sound dragged me from the depths of my restless sleep and I welcomed the respite from my harrowing dreams.
I hurriedly entangled myself from the bedsheets, slipping my silk robe on over the underwear that I'd slept in that night and made my way over to the door, blinking the sleep from my eyes.
"Jason!" I was taken aback as my colleague barged past me, forcibly shouldering me out of the way. "What the hell?"
He whirled around as I shut the door behind him and I turned to face him uneasily. His usual smirk was wider than normal, almost sinister.
"Sleep well?" He sneered.
"Y... yeah... well... no, not really if I'm being honest," I stuttered. "I still feel a little shaken up from yesterday."
I watched as his smirk grew. "Oh really? You might fool everyone else Lyla, but you're not fooling me."
Sharp spikes of anxiety shot through me but I tried as best as I could to maintain a neutral expression. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play the innocent, it doesn't suit you. Now I know full well there's some weird kind of twisted shit going on with you and that sick fuck, and I want to know what it is."
"That's ridiculous! There's nothing going on! I don't know what the hell you're suggesting!" I used the outrage I felt at myself for the truth in his words to fuel my defensive lies.
Jason shook his head slowly, smugness oozing from every pore. "First he lets you go when he could have easily killed you, then he's fucking calling you up in your hotel room!" He let out an incredulous snort. "I read your report. You said you were in the bath at the time didn't you? Well before we flew out I went to scope out the empty apartment he was watching you from. Yeah... that's right... he was watching you. But I'm sure you knew that right? Probably put on a good show for him, didn't you?"
"Get fucked Jason, you don't know shit!" I cried, indignant.
"Well... it's no secret what you're into... there's always been plenty of rumours going round. Except they're not just rumours any more. Had a very interesting chat with Scott Parker who works with the London team..."
I mentally scrolled through my recent partners. Yeah, there were a fair few of them, and okay... I did have particular preferences... but what the fuck did that have to do with anyone else?
Hold on... Scott... fuck... scenes flashed through my mind like some x-rated BDSM film and I felt a deep flush rising in me, colouring my cheeks. He was one of the few guys who was actually on the same page as me sexually. Most guys were either mortified at my requests or completely turned off when I started making my demands.
"I don't know why you're so bloody obsessed with my sex life!" I shouted. "Is it because you're not getting any huh? I'm not surprised. What woman would willingly go near you, you fucking pervert!"
Jason's face twisted with anger into a vile sneer and he took a step closer until he was invading my personal space.
"You know what? You're nothing but a cheap slut! All those guys you plead with to rough you up, begging them to fucking choke you and slap you and shit? That's not normal! What's up? You got daddy issues? Want me to put you over my knee and give you a good hiding, eh? Bet you'd like that wouldn't you? I'll be your fucking daddy Lyla!"
As he spoke he stepped even closer still, spitting the words right into my face, making me flinch.
I reacted without thinking. My hand flew up and curled into a fist before it struck Jason's right cheek, knocking his head sideways. "You bastard!" I cried.
It wasn't the first time I'd got physical with Jason when he'd overstepped the boundaries. It normally put him right in his place. But he'd never gone this far before. And as he lifted his head, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth and fixing me with a look of contempt which made me suck in a breath, I knew something had changed.
He advanced on me even further, forcing me back against the bathroom door. I didn't react straight away, stunned temporarily, I just watched dumbstruck as Jason reached up a hand, letting his fingers run along the edge of my robe where it was crossed over my chest, his fingers lightly grazing the lace cup of my bra.
His voice dropped low as he spoke, and he was close enough for me to smell the sour stench of coffee on his breath. "You know, you'd better start being a lot nicer to me Lyla... if you don't want me going to Paul with my suspicions. I wonder what he'd think if he knew his golden girl was fucking a serial killer..."
I tensed, reviled at his touch, wanting to lash out at him but terrified of the consequences. Wondering if he was just calling my bluff, seeing how far he could push me.
What did he have to lose after all? Nothing.
And what did I have to lose? Everything.
Jason stepped back, looking me up and down with a disgusting kind of smug satisfaction at his newfound power over me.
"You've not heard the last of this..."
He left the room.
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AITA for punishing a fool who cannot follow orders?
I (30, F) had changed a lot when my best friend (25, M) gave me a gift that I loved enough to gaze every single day. I... changed before I even realized it. I became more beautiful, but I also... felt a sense of change in my nature. Suddenly, I started more wanting control.
I became true beauty. And true beauty... is control.
Eventually, I wanted to become the dominant force of a place high in the skies. My best friend offered to enforce my will, and so I instructed him to kidnap several beings, including the hero of a world that was below the sky-high place I wanted to conquer.
He took his time. That was alright. I understood that things don't complete so quickly, so I allowed him to take his time.
At one point, I witnessed a gigantic floral structure spawn to connect the lower world to the higher world I wanted initial control over. Initially, I wasn't quite sure why that became a thing, until I learned it was the doing of some individuals I asked my loyal servant to kidnap, and that he used it to his advantage. Not bad, not bad.
Some time has passed. At one point, my servant called out for my name. I... was quite curious as to why he did that, to the point I responded to his calls to see what was going on.
.... I was shocked and appalled to witness what I witnessed.
My most loyal servant has FAILED me. He FAILED miserably.
He thought he kidnapped the hero of the lower world, but it turns out that he didn't. He kidnapped the wrong one.
That being said, the ACTUAL hero of the lower world did show up, and he defeated the false hero of the lower world when he was being used as a puppet by my servant. My servant failed me.
It was abhorrent. I was disgusted at the incompetence of my servant. I expected better from him. He swore to never let me down, but let me down he did anyways. Pitiful.... pitiful.
At this point, he became useless to me.
I casted him aside. I blasted him away as punishment for failing to follow my orders. He really, REALLY disappointed me.
I then decided to take matters into my own hands and confronted the hero of the lower world myself. I became certain that my power would crush all that he held dear. I was sure of it!
At this point, I wanted control over not just this sky-high world, but also the lower world. That should make them all feel honored.
However, as I fought this hero, he destroyed me.
He killed me.
This wouldn't have happened if my servant actually succeeded in following my orders and kidnapped the ACTUAL hero of the lower world instead of someone who turned out not to be.
My servant is the reason I'm dead. This is all his fault.
I also did notice something in the corner of my eye before my death: my servant helped that hero in the fight against me.
... He must've been so embarrassed to fail, he switched sides.
That's still his fault in the end. He would've never had to help cause my death in the first place if he had just properly obeyed me.
If it wasn't for my pitiful excuse of a servant, I'd still be alive, and I would've ruled everything with true, impeccable beauty.
Curse my failed servant.
AITA, or was I right to punish him, even though punishing him wasn't able to have stopped my death in the end?
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I just wanted to thank you so, so much for standing up for Jews right now. I can't express how much it means to me and the rest of the Jewish community that you're one of the few people who've actually gone to bat for us when everyone else went mask off ❤️
<3 honestly you shouldn't be thanking me because it's just the right thing to do, but the amount of antisemitism I have seen since 10/7 has been APPALLING and it's extremely scary. The people who went mask off REALLY went mask off, but there has also been so much stealth antisemitism in so much of the reaction and reporting that I've seen about the situation that it really threw me off and made me realize that I vastly underestimated how popular antisemitism still is.
Clearly, discussing Zionism in the past has REALLY not gone well for me, but the reaction toward it for me specifically and in general has always set off alarm bells that there was antisemitism baked in there which was trying to be passed off as anti-Zionism or anti-Israeli sentiment. But I feel like 10/7 was such a horrific revelation for Jewish people and allies because, at least for me, it was a revelation that for certain people, basically there is no limit to what you could do to an Israeli. There is no limit to what crimes or atrocities could be committed against someone because of where they lived or where they were born, and there is a really scary number of people who would paint that kind of atrocity as some kind of rebellious act of freedom. If you are calling literal babies colonizers and you are saying that the gang rape and mutilation of people's genitals is somehow an act of decolonization, you are trying to dress up your genocidal antisemitic POV with the veneer of some kind of social justice or moral righteousness.
But there are bigger fish to fry here that I think a lot of people are missing, which again further disturbs and upsets me. Because Jewish people should be able to just exist in the world, but the ebb and flow of antisemitism is also an exceptionally good indicator of when social and political upheaval is about to REALLY start fucking everyone's lives up. So again, people should be concerned about this because it's morally wrong, but they should also be concerned about it because Jewish people are also almost always just the first up to bat. Once we pass that critical point where antisemitism becomes socially acceptable again, it's almost always because we are at the beginning of a really hard downturn that is going to destroy a TON of people's lives. So the fact that so many people on the left and right are now united in the whole "oh wouldn't our lives be so much better if we could just take power away from the Jews" is a REALLY REALLY REALLY scary sign that should not be ignored.
And of course, the fact that the Israeli government actually does horrible shit makes this a much easier sell. There are a ton of very legitimate problems that need to be fixed and should absolutely be called out. But again, it's a very scary mindset to get drawn into, because yes you think you're a leftist and completely unaffected by the antisemitism that has been baked into our culture for literally thousands of years and you're on the right side because WELL THE JEWS ARE ACTUALLY BAD NOW. But what the hell do you think people thought in 1930s Europe? Do you think that they hated Jewish people just to hate them? Or do you think that they also genuinely believed that Jewish people were actually the problem then too?
It's heinous because 10/7 and the invasion of Gaza afterward is a perfect vector to hide antisemitism in, and it really seems to be working well. The overt antisemitism I've seen as well as the way more covert that I've seen has shocked me, and even though I'm not Jewish, I considered myself to be more aware than most that antisemitism is not even remotely a problem that's been relegated to the past.
But I'm sorry that you've had to deal with this because I am just a person who is capable of empathy and understands how fucked up it must be to experience this, while Jewish people actually have to experience it. The lack of pushback against pretty obvious antisemitism is really frightening, and again, the whole progression of what has happened is exceptionally cruel and offensive. You can support a free and democratic Palestine while condemning 10/7 (in fact I'd argue given that Hamas hasn't held elections in decades, it's a REQUIREMENT to condemn 10/7 if you genuinely support a free Palestine). You can acknowledge that Hamas is an outwardly stated and admitted antisemitic terrorist organization and 10/7 was an expressly antisemitic attack and fight for an end to the Israeli occupation of Palestine.
But the amount of pressure I've seen put on Jewish people specifically to go along with the complete reframing and minimization of 10/7, because actually if you live in Israel then you had it coming, and because the Palestinians have it worse you can't even take a moment to react emotionally to something truly horrific and traumatizing, and if you don't think exactly what we think you're one of the "bad ones," has been disturbing to watch. Your pain is incredibly valid and I know everything that has happened must be so difficult and isolating, but just know that you do have supporters out there, even if you deserve to have a lot more.
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This is, uh, my first ever ask I sent to anyone but I wanted to say that I love your take on a self aware enstars au! I love reading different ideas of this kind of thing and I was surprised to find one for enstars. It’s so cool to read everyone’s ideas and contributions to this au!
I wanted to get your thoughts on something regarding the scenario where the player becomes part of a new unit and everyone doesn’t like them because the player disappears around the same time. In most imposter self aware genshin aus, the characters eventually realize that oops, they’ve been hunting down the player all along and immediately regret and try to repent. In your opinion, how would the idols (and Anzu too, I guess) realize that the leader of the new unit is actually the player, like maybe through a song the player and their unit makes about their experiences in the world and their past one, and how would they go about apologizing and/or making up for their poor treatment? Personally, I think that Niki and Adonis would probably use food for their apology somehow and Shu might make an outfit for you (and maybe your unit) but I’d like to see what you come up with!
You don’t have to answer this one, I’d just love to hear your thoughts on it!
I decided to combine these two asks because they're both kind of related to each other so I thought it would be best to do both of them in a single post. I hope that's okay with you guys ^^
First of all, thank you!! I'm glad you've been enjoying yourself with this AU!! I mentioned it before but I myself am a big fan of yandere self-aware AUs in pretty much every fandom I'm in so I was pretty excited when I got the chance to think and talk about it due to nana's ask 😊 The fact that you guys are just as excited about this as me is obviously a huge plus!!!
Now, let's get to some theorizing!
Edit: Holy shit this got kind of long. Oops djdjd
gn reader
tw yandere, past bad treatment towards reader, obsession, stalking, mention of murder, kidnapping, creepy behavior
The characters finding out that idol! reader is actually the player right as they're about to leave and how they would try to make up for the poor treatment
You've likely been treated pretty poorly by all of the characters for a while now, even though you don't understand why. You just got sent into a completely foreign world as an idol and everyone seems to simply hate you? There's no one except your two unit mates that look like carbon copies of you, that want to stick by your side and talk to you. It's a pretty miserable experience to be antagonized all the time even though you don't remember doing anything wrong. You're just existing and trying to live your life, why do they hold you in so much contempt? You wish you could simply ask them but no one gives you a straight answer when you try. It's frustrating.
Naturally it would all come to a breaking point where you just can't deal with the harsh treatment any longer. You don't want to spend every second of your life being reminded that none of the people here like you. There are even some that openly threaten you with violence for seemingly no reason at all. Sometimes you're scared to go to bed because you fear that one of them might just sneak in at night and end your life once and for all
You decide that you've had enough. Why are you even staying at Ensemble Square anymore? You don't have any friends aside from the twins and you didn't even want to be an idol in the first place. If you have to make a living in this strange world then you would much prefer doing some normal job and life a humble life at a completely different place. At least then you could life in peace and maybe find some happiness.
There's no way you're staying here any longer.
Meanwhile, while you're busy preparing your bags to move somewhere else, an important revelation was made at ES. One that leaves everyone shocked and appalled and most of all: very guilty.
When Anzu made her rounds through the office that day, she stumbled upon a notebook left forgotten on one of the desk. Now normally the dutiful producer would not be one to pry into the personal affairs of others but there was a certain sense of curiosity set aflame inside of her when she saw your name on the cover. All of a sudden, she didn't care about your privacy anymore when she remembered that you were likely the reason why the player wasn't with them anymore.
So she goes ahead and reads the first page of your notebook, finding it to be an amalgamation of a personal diary and a blank piece of paper where you can write down ideas and concepts for upcoming songs.
At first, Anzu reads with limited interest, merely skimming the lines until suddenly, she feels her eyes widen dramatically, the notebook almost slipping out of her hands in shock.
She sees you writing about all of the strange occurrences in your life. How one day, you were still sitting at home playing the mobile game you loved and suddenly the next day you were sucked into the game for no apparent reason. You describe in clear detail how confused and lost you were and how everyone rejected you, seeming to hate you for no fault of your own. How much it hurt and how you had resolved to leave all of this behind you and move to a better and hopefully nicer place.
It hits Anzu like a flash, the realization that you were the player all along. That they had treated you so cruely when you were the very person they wanted to be with more than anything.
Of course, she immediately went and called in every single idol at ES, much to the surprise of everyone attending. It was highly unusual for the producer to call on all of them so suddenly, and with such urgency and panic in her voice as well.
Naturally, when she reveals what she had discovered, all hell breaks loose.
How could they have been so blind? How could they not have realized this sooner? Now that they knew the truth it all seems so obvious in hindsight. The player suddenly disappears and at the exact same time, a new idol that none of them have ever heard of mysteriously joins the game, with a new unit made specifically to compliment and highlight them.
They feel so guilty, they need to make it up to you! They need to apologize and tell you how sorry they are to have mistreated you like that when you were the most important person to all of them!!
But there were even more pressing issues right now. You had mentioned that you wanted to leave ES behind and start a new life somewhere else. You were about to leave them and escape their grasp forever. They could not let that happen! Now that they know who you truly are, they can't just let you go!
Since you mentioned Izumi and Ritsu, let's talk about them a little!!
Ritsu is just hit with the sudden realization that he's going to be left alone by the person he loves the most again. He is quite empathetic so he understands why you would choose to do this. From your end, there was no reason for you to stay around any longer with they way they were treating you. You deserve to have a happy life with people that appreciate you.
And yet, the old abandonment issues are kicking in in full gear. He gets very very desperate, he wants you next to him, you can't just leave him!! They have to find you before you can abandon him forever, he promises he will make things up to you properly once you return! He'll give you all the love and affection you deserved from the very beginning and he'll promise to never let you go again! Please, just don't leave him! Don't let Ritsu be all alone again!!
Izumi is desperate too but in a different way. Once he realizes that his beloved obsession is escaping him, his mood starts to shift rapidly as he tries to think of a way to find you. He didn't think of putting a GPS tracker on you like he normally would have, simply because he used to hate your guts because he wrongly believed that you were the cause for his beloved player leaving him. But now he knows that's not the case and he's downright hysteric.
Izumi will 100% start a manhunt as if he hadn't just loudly complained that he was going to miss out on an important fotoshoot because of this impromptu meeting. He's already out there, trying his absolute best to find you. Breaks into your apartment with zero hesitation to see if you're still there or to find some clue on where you may have gone to in your room. Maybe he finds a map laying on the table or he finds some other clue but he's hot on your tail.
He is not going to let you slip from his grasp. He's going to find you and then he's going to drag you right back where you came from. He's going to be a bit mean in true Izumi-fashion but he is going to apologize for treating you that harshly. The shift in his attitude toward you is really creepy honestly. First he's shouting insults at you or ignoring you and now he's obsessively holding on to you and smelling your hair like the obsessed freak he is.
Also his apology included most likely kidnapping you <3 He won't get an opportunity to keep you for himself like this anytime soon, he'll just tell the others that he lost your trail and that you already managed to get far, far away. There's no need for them to keep searching for you around here
Some other apologies include Niki and Adonis cooking your favorite meals for you every day and they're honestly pretty sincere in their apologies. I don't think either of them would be particularly harsh to you when the misunderstanding was still happening but they feel bad all the same that they didn't stop the others from being so cruel to you.
Speaking of cruel, Shu was probably awful to you back then. The player is his muse, the person he loves more than anyone else. He's already not known to mince his words around others and he's very open when it comes to expressing his dislike for people he doesn't like. Imagine how brutal he would have been to the person that he thinks is the reason you left him and aren't coming back.
Similar to Izumi, his attitude toward you will make a complete 180. He's immediately gushing about you, admiring every little detail about you and already trying to guess your vague measurements to get to work. He's going to make the most wonderful outfit for you as an apology! No effort will be spared and he will work day and night to make this absolutely perfect. Shu is not the kind to often admit to his mistakes and apologize so take this as a token for how obsessed he is with you
There's more like how Arashi would most likely take you on a shopping tour or how Tsukasa would want to make it up to you by inviting you to eat sweets with him at his favorite café, but I feel like I've already rambled on for a long time and it's getting pretty late now
Hope you enjoyed!
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I fr don’t know how the erins wrote such a twisted, triggering abusive couple and story line again and again. they don’t even answer for it in a way that takes into account their audience who reads their books and sees their parents doing this exact shit. this is some shit that would send me into a spiral as a kid. I am genuinely shocked and appalled that they’re still making books. not to say warriors should end but… they are actively producing harmful content marketed towards children
had to take a little women & cooking break from this book lol
i'm not done the book yet so i might be shooting myself in the foot....but at the same time i'm pretty confident i've identified some of the reasons why this book is the way it is. for how awful the book is, it is pretty revealing:
-Okay, get the obvious one out of the way: Warriors does not treat its female characters and its male characters equally. This bleeds into ALL their writing, and this super edition is just as impacted by it. Whether or not we like these characters or not, this double standard is at play.
-The books believe that Squirrelflight and Bramblestar's fighting makes them better, that their disagreements make them a good team and challenge each other. Squirrelflight in particular is considered argumentative by her clanmates, something which is treated as comedic in the early chapters:
(note the wording, squilf is the argumentative unreasonable one).
Obviously, this isn't true. Their quarreling does NOT make them stronger and Bramblestar frequently uses his position to actively punish her when she disagrees with him to the point he'd forbid her from arguing with him in public. Squirrelflight disagreeing with him is shown by the narrative as her doing what's right (which is good!) but the fact Bramblestar CAN and WILL use his position to shut her up is bad. These fights are not equal and the authors won't acknowledge that, so the rest of the cast in ThunderClan also don't see this as bad.
-Bramblestar isn't meant to be seen as right and we're SUPPOSED to see his actions as cruel and heartless....but the authors want you to think about how pressured and stressed he is. They do not want to acknowledge just how bad his actions are. People act like Squirrelflight is piling shit onto him (this is not true and i actually kind of want to make a post about just how this plot point as been taken out of context and misused by people who want bramblestar to look good but another time another time)....but the book does not want to see this as a repeated part of his personality because the authors do not see Bramblestar as a bad person at heart, just that he's misguided and not acting rationally. Not true! We've seen this behavior prior. But that leads to my next point-
-While the narrative isn't trying to convince you that Bramblestar is correct, it still wants you to think that Squirrelflight has done something to earn this treatment. Her going behind Bramblestar's back is treated as wrong and Squirrelflight's narration has her imploring the reader to think about his perspective. The writers want you to believe that things could have gone better had she just talked to him...but fail to acknowledge that the Bramblestar they've written is completely unreasonable and acting irrationally. He actively does not listen in earlier chapters but they still want you to believe Squirrelflight disobeying him is worth her being flamed as well.
Note: this is a repeated pattern. she apologizes to him about her suspicions about hawkfrost....despite being completely right.
-The authors use characters are situational antagonists (and often repeatedly use these characters! Thornclaw and Blossomfall have the consistent trait of being actively xenophobic and cruel to outsiders) but they refuse to address these as bad or have these characters be confronted for this. Bramblestar falls into this category, he is antagonist for this book but because he apologizes and is secretly good at heart or whatever, the authors don't have to interrogate just how much harm he is doing to those around him. They needed conflict, used Bramblestar for that, and once the conflict was resolved, went back to use him as a main character without examining the shit he did as an antagonist.
Thornclaw is like the prime example of this he is routinely bigoted and awful and yet is just treated like a normal member of the Clan. So it's not just a Bramblestar, this is a broader writing issue.
aannnd those are my little theories based on this reading. it sucks ass and i need bramblestar to die asap.
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