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sanjisboyfie · 3 months

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nonchalant and unbothered toji who has the patience of a saint. now, you weren't bratty by any means - not regularly, at least - but there is nothing you could do that will phase this man. he's seen it all and he's experienced it all. he sees you pout your lips at him to win him over and he's cooing over how cute you are. you're tugging on the hem of his shirt, begging him to do something, and all he can think about is how nice your voice sounds like that. you're whining and nagging him about something he was supposed to do around your shared place and he's just thinking about how he wants to kiss you so bad. nonchalant, patient, and unbothered toji for the win!!!

"toji, i told you to do the dishes-" his lips were planted on yours before you could even finish the sentence. he's pulling away after a couple of seconds, a relaxed smirk on his lips.

"you're cute," he says, calm and not at all bothered by your incoming lecture. before you can even begin ranting to him, he's knocking the bottom of your jaw up with his knuckles, to close your mouth, and then leaning in again for another kiss. "c'mere, pretty boy,"

and he's not getting off of you for another ten minutes.

it may seem purposeful, a good escape so he doesn't have to do chores. but don't get it twisted, he really does just want to kiss you for how adorable you're being. at least, 90% of the time that's why (the other 10% is so he can get out of doing chores).

his charm just works without fail everytime. you're happy, he's happy, everyone wins.

another time, you were begging him to come with you to check out some new restaurant in the mall. and toji's a big homebody, so convincing him to go out anywhere could take some effort. and today, it was taking a lot of effort.

"please, babe," you begged, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, "you owe me for that one time! remember?!"

toji hummed, not caring for what you were really saying as he tried to finish his crossword. if you had given him a couple more minutes to complete it, he would have no qualms with going with you anywhere you wanted. but as you continued tugging on his shirt, there was no way he could focus.

so he gazed up at you, giving you all his attention, and looking very unimpressed. then he pulled you in by your waist, making you collapse onto his figure. and he was now holding you up, looking you up and down.

"you look handsome today, have i told you that yet?" toji muses, looking at your outfit and then your blank face, "hm, shame on me. not telling my boy how good he looks," he leans up, meeting you halfway in a peck before kncoking his forehead against yours, "you look cute, baby, 'm so lucky you're all mine."

and you're just stunned into silence at how he's cooing at how handsome you are, suddenly forgetting any and all begging you were doing and planning to do.

or how about how he is almost always the calmer of you two in any given situation. (almost always because sometimes he does lose his temper, not at you, but for you -> such as people giving you a hard time = he's becoming a demon to haunt and intimidate them).

"i can't believe that asshole," you huffed, thinking back on the cashier that was giving toji some weird looks - for some reason. they weren't flirty glances, it more so falled under disgust or disapproval. it pissed you off, while toji on the other hand was only calmly looking at you.

you began to ramble, going on about how dare they disrespect your boyfriend and toji can only hold your hand over the table and listen to you. there was no point in stopping you once you got started. also he thought that annoyed look on your face was adorable.

"seriously, he needs to mind his own business or else i'm gonna make it everyone's problem that he decided to have an attitude. out of nowhere too! he wasn't acting like that at all until you came in, and it's obviously not your fault, it's his for being a judgemental prick. should i just beat him up already?" you were voicing all of your thoughts and toji was listening.

yeah, that look on your face was truly adorable. he almost sighed dreamily at the sight. he was knocked out of his trance when you stopped talking and looked at him expectingly.

"are you really not bothered by it?"

"bun, i'm already used to all that shit, i could care less. i appreciate you thinkin' of me, though, it's real sweet," he smirks, pinching your cheek as if you were a child.

you swat the hand away, giving him a pointed look, "don't 'bun' me, i'm still pissed,"

"don't be pissed at me, bun," he says, the nickname still slipping off of his tongue with ease and no hesitation.

bun, short for bunny. god, he loved calling you that. he loved you so much.

"whatever, i should go over there and take that five dollar tip out of the jar. what do you think?"

"i think i want my boy to stop rambling about other shit and just kiss me," toji decides with ease, alreading leaning forward and looking at you with hooded eyes, "c'mon baby, just one kiss?"

"fuck off,"

"oh, don't make me beg for it, handsome,"

"i'll seriously kill you, you're pissing me off,"

"you're so handsome when you're mad at me, have i ever told you that?"

"you tell me that everytime i'm mad at you."

"cause i know i'm right," toji smirks, leaning in and capturing your lips with his scarred ones with ease. you give into the kiss because obviously you're gonna kiss your boyfriend and he's not the one you're actually mad at.

the world quiets as you two share the moment of intimacy. toji pulls away with reluctance, his hand still squeezing yours.

"feel better, bun?"

"shut the fuck up,"

"oh, i love you more."

nonchalant and unbotherd toji who is just obsessed with kissing you. and with how cute you are. and with you. he's just obsessed with you. toji loves his man a lot.

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sneakyboymerlin · 4 months

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If no merwaine, then why…

Transcript and analysis below ⬇️

Transcription:

Gwaine: Thanks for everything that you did for Eira.

Merlin: There’s no need to thank me, it was the least I could do. And you seem to care for her.

Gwaine: I could hardly leave her for the Saxons, now, could I?

Merlin: [teasing] Was that your only reason for rescuing her?

Gwaine: [lying] Of course.

[Saxons attack. Gwaine fights them off, but one knocks Merlin to the ground. He curls up and shields his face, completely helpless.]

Merlin: [screaming] Gwaine!

[Gwaine turns his back on the man he’s fighting and saves Merlin. He finishes off the last Saxon without even looking, eyes still on Merlin. He helps Merlin off the ground.]

Gwaine: Are you okay?

Merlin: Yeah, I- I think so. Thank you.

Gwaine: There’s no need to thank me, Merlin. It was the least I could do.

aaaaaaand END SCENE!

To start off with, we have a self-aware parallel in Merlin and Gwaine’s dialogue. We’re going to be examining the subtext of this conversation.

Subtext is simply what can be inferred without direct statement or revelation. It is not, as fandom is wont to believe, inserting any meaning you want between the lines: it is a cohesive message expressed by indirect means. Here’s an example:

A student goes to turn in his paper. After looking through two pages, his teacher asks, “Are you sure you want to turn this in?” The subtext of this question is the intended clue to the student that the paper is not ready yet to be turned in and he should edit through it again.

Moving forward… The repetition of, “There’s no need to thank me, it was the least I could do,” is a deliberate allusion to a core theme of Merlin and Gwaine’s relationship through the years: helping another soul—soon to be friend—in need, with no expectation of a reward.

The subtextual reading of this parallel, of course, is that Merlin does not owe Gwaine, and vice versa, because that is not why they help each other. They do it because they care about one another. As a result, they’ve both helped each other innumerably. Gwaine alludes to the help Merlin’s given him as a way of saying that there is no need to return the favor, because 1) he didn’t do it expecting a favor in exchange, and 2) Merlin has more than repaid the favor already.

Another instance where we see this kind of exchange between them is in this deleted scene from 4x07 The Secret Sharer (scene 47 at 15:10).

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Transcript:

Gwaine: We’ll find him.

Merlin: I won’t forget this.

Gwaine: I haven’t done anything.

Merlin: One day I’ll repay the favor.

Gwaine: Considering the trouble I get into, that may prove to be a rash promise.

[Gwaine offers Merlin some food]

Merlin: I’m full.

Another deleted scene (they really did just delete every meaningful Gwaine scene in s4 huh) which we have only a script for (though it’s possible it was recorded and the audio edited out) is when Gwaine and Arthur ride out to find Merlin in 4x06 after he’s been captured by bandits. Although this scene did not make the final cut, it is referenced again when Gwaine calls Merlin “Bog Man,” so it clearly has a place amidst the canon material.

(Find the transcription here.)

I think it speaks for itself here, but, “And finding him will be reward enough?” truly captures the selfless devotion that Gwaine feels for Merlin.

Fandom generally accepts the idea that Gwaine would do anything for Merlin, but that Merlin never seems to do the same in return. However, this is likely a misconception of what counts towards a returned favor. Merlin is a physician, not a warrior. Or, as Morgana puts it, “a lover” (not a fighter). We cannot expect Merlin to help Gwaine in the same area of expertise that Gwaine helps him in. He applies himself in other ways.

When they meet in 3x04, Gwaine offers Merlin and Arthur aid in a tavern brawl where they’re clearly outnumbered. Gwaine is injured when his opponent pulls out a knife in a fistfight, and Merlin rushes to tend to his wound. Already, a favor is given and returned between the two.

And, while Gwaine does intend to help both Merlin and Arthur, not to mention the tavern employees, he takes a special interest in Merlin. Merlin is the only one who Gwaine takes the time to introduce himself to mid-fight, even as Merlin shouts for him to watch out as he is being actively attacked. And then, of course, Gwaine does fall to an attack. Merlin treats his injuries both on the spot and back in his own chambers.

One could argue that the introduction of Gwaine to Eira follows a similar format, with Gwaine coming to her rescue, only for her to save him when their attacker knocks him to the ground. Perhaps Gwaine even takes on Merlin’s role as caretaker from 3x04 when he brings Merlin in to treat Eira in 5x12, as opposed to receiving the treatment himself. Then again, it might be more similar to the scene in 4x07 where Gwaine jumps in to battle against Alator’s guard. Like Eira, Merlin also rescues Gwaine when he’s knocked to the ground (though Gwaine doesn’t know it).

As we can see, though, Merlin is not lying when he tells Gwaine, “I’d do the same for you,” in 3x08, nor when he tells Gwaine, “One day I’ll repay the favor,” in the deleted scene from 4x07. Merlin and Gwaine have different services to offer, but they offer to help all the same.

The next portion of the aforementioned 5x12 scene on our to-dissect list is the actual subject matter of the conversation, followed by a visual representation of the very same act.

After Gwaine thanks Merlin for helping Eira, Merlin mentions that Gwaine “seem[s] to care for her.” Gwaine, in an effort to avoid the sexual and romantic implications, diverts to the chivalrous explanation: “I could hardly leave her to the Saxons, now, could I?” Merlin teases him with no relent, though, and asks, “Was that your only reason for rescuing her?” Gwaine responds with a curt, “Of course.”

The subtext of this conversation is that Gwaine’s hurried involvement to protect/take care of Eira stems from a crush on her. This is true, as there were many enemies around, but Gwaine chose the one attacking the pretty “damsel in distress” to fight. He then takes one long look at her and decides to forgo the battle to take her to safety.

Merlin can’t help but notice Gwaine’s feelings for her. She is, after all, staying in his bed even after her wound has been treated, so there is a connection between them… much like Gwaine stayed with Merlin for the remainder of 3x04 until he had no choice but to fulfill the demands of his banishment. This is especially interesting, since the wound that Merlin treats Eira for is on her leg, which is the same spot where Gwaine was stabbed when they first met. Merlin similarly wrapped his wound at the time.

But the main point is the fact that Gwaine rescued Eira from the Saxons with a single-minded fervency, in part because he was attracted to her, and then quickly grew attached.

Gwaine then proceeds to rescue Merlin from Saxons a matter of seconds after this is established.

Allow me to remind you of Gwaine’s sudden change of course in saving Eira.

Now compare this to his rescue of Merlin.

Let’s take a closer look at their dialogue:

Merlin: You seem to care for her.

Gwaine: I could hardly leave her for the Saxons, now, could I?

Merlin: [teasing] Was that your only reason for rescuing her?

Gwaine: [lying] Of course.

When applied to Gwaine’s rescue of Merlin, the conversation about Gwaine rescuing Eira takes on a more powerful meaning. After all, Eira is a virtual stranger who ends up being the traitor in the court. Gwaine sends her to her execution on Merlin’s word (via Gaius as the messenger), whereas Merlin is someone Gwaine has known for nearly a decade. There is a consistent history of Gwaine acting as Merlin’s body guard, which is being enacted again now as Gwaine escorts Merlin through the Valley of the Fallen Kings.

This is also one of the last ever scenes between Merlin and Gwaine. In truth, we are being shown a brief summary of their relationship as it comes to its narrative end—one last hurrah, if you will. And what they choose to show us is Gwaine protecting Merlin in an act of unconditional love.

Eira, like any character, is a plot device. Her interference leads to Merlin being trapped in the Crystal Cave, and Gwaine being tortured for information on Merlin and Arthur’s location. However, her presence as a person Gwaine wants to protect is meant to evoke the memory of every time Gwaine has protected Merlin. The chosen method to imply this was by creating a parallel between Gwaine’s protectiveness over the woman he’s currently sleeping with to his protectiveness over Merlin. Take that as you will.

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yaut-jaknowit · 5 months

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False Freedom

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3659

Summary: You're let to roam around the ship at your free will. Not like you could escape easily. Only to run into trouble.

Author Note: Any errors, let me know!

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving! As a gift to you guys, I'm gonna post two things today. Stay tuned!

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The plain metal door slid behind you and clicked with a lock. Most of the tightness in your chest that made it hard to breath washed away. It freed you to relax and slump against the forementioned door. You still couldn’t believe that We’ar-ow had allowed you to leave her quarters… by yourself. She had said it would be good for you or something like that. Go explore, be curious.

Yeah, you’ll surely be curious as you map out an escape route from her room and towards the ships. That was your plan A for escape. It might take time to figure out how to operate one of them. Thankfully, the tablet should help you that. Give you the basics on learning on how to fly an alien spaceship. You sighed heavily through your nose and pushed off of the door.

Without We’ar-ow marching in front of you, leading you to wherever she wanted, this new found freedom was nice. The unfortunate new mark carved into the top of your back would further ensure a single Yautja wouldn’t dare hurt you. Nervously, you glanced down at the tablet and silently reminded yourself. If trouble was to rise, We’ar-ow could be called with a single button. Nothing bad should happen though… right?

You rapidly shook your held before standing tall, shoulder squared and chin level. Who cares? If you didn’t start now, you’ll be stuck here for longer. An extra day, an extra hour, minute, it did not matter. Extra time you didn’t want to be for. Then, you finally started a path towards the elevator door.

One of the things We’ar-ow has given you is a code. A code to enter most places on the ship. Most, but not all. You hadn’t encouraged yourself to ask if that meant the bay for the ships.

In all honesty, We’ar-ow expects you to try and escape, as close to impossible that is. Nothing is impossible though. Aliens were thought to not exist at all but look where you were currently, in space, so far from home, from earth.

The number pad clicked at every touch before chiming a high-pitch beep. The elevator doors finally opened at your command. You entered it swiftly and pressed the needed button to go the floor destined. Afterwards, you mess about on the table to pull up the map system that showed the entire layout of the ship.

Once it came to stop and opened to reveal a mostly empty hall, you stepped out and gaze both ways. Only a few bodies filled the area, none that paid attention to you. Thankfully. From there you used the map to start an unsteady path to your right.

The mothership was exactly the same on either side. What differentiated between them was the placements of the sparring rooms and the cafeterias by the looks of it. There were probably smaller, less noticeable changes that didn’t matter. You did your best to remember where the emergency escape pods were for one of the halls that connected with this one. The pods were on the outer edge of the ship.

As for one of the hangars, those were closer to the belly of the ship. There seemed to be a huge cargo bay down there as well for supplies and whatnot. Just the extra stuff needed to survive in case of an emergency or such. These aliens surely know what they’re doing when it comes to this kind of thing. Space, beautiful but extremely dangerous.

Through the lowly trickle of people, you stayed off to the side, out of their way, and head bowed to follow the map. Thankfully, no one gave you trouble, either warded off by We’ar-ow’s scent on you or the sight at of her mark scaring your skin. Whatever it was, worked. They stayed away as you went on your marry way down this hall and onto the next.

The hairs at the base of your neck rose sharply. Every instinct that controlled your body reverted to a prey mindset as you paused mid-step. Only a few feet into this new hallway. The sounds of your heartbeat thundered in your ears as the only thing you could do was freeze. Freeze like a deer in headlights, watching their doom approach them.

Unlike that, you didn’t know what was following you. Who or what was watching you so closely, so deadly. It caused your skin to crawl and prickle.

Every instinct screamed at you to move or even press the button. To know that there was hope that someone on this alien ship was willing to protect you. Even if it was someone you would happily slash her throat and promptly run for your life.

Your bottom lip found its way to be worried on between dull teeth. Then, your hovering foot came down to complete a hesitant step. Despite your ancient instincts trying to drive you away from this place, you ignored it and kept going. If you turned tail to run away from whoever this was, you could only be seen more of the coward the Yautjas saw your kind as. You pushed through and continued this pathing down the infinite hallway.

All you wanted to do was map out the area for an escape.

From the weight of the unknown stare, you knew it wasn’t We’ar-ow. There couldn’t be a possible way for her to reach this level moments after you and get to that hall before you. Plus, that heat… Your skin crawled, knowing whoever it was wanted you dead.

Dwainet came to mind but it’s not only him that felt threatened by your presence. Other Yautjas have shown and expressed their dislike for you since you’ve arrived so long ago. You don’t think Dwainet would show himself near you after the beat down with We’ar-ow either. Not when she played with him like a skilled warrior and a child sparring. It was all a game to her.

Off to the side, you stopped to study the map a little more closely. A few shoot offs of other halls connected to this main hallway. A few shops lined this side, vendors selling various things from weapons to jewelry of sorts.

As the human you were, curiosity gripped your heart and tugged on it. Timidly in the near empty hall, you approached the lonely vendor that had a few weapons and armor in his section. Despite wishing he wouldn’t take notice of your form, his eyes darted as you grew closer. You cursed mentally and turned to leave. Death wasn’t on your list of plans today.

The male Yautja chirped, the translator staying silent behind your ear. With his head, he motioned for you to come back towards him. Instead, you stayed put, unsure if fleeing was an option, if he would give chase to hunt you down.

“Come hereth. I see the interest in your alien eyes, ooman,” he commanded, voice high, airy. Well shit. You held the tablet to your chest while your eyes scanned the objects set up on the tables. “You’re the Monarch’s pet, aren’t you?” Your knuckles turned a shade of white but you nodded.

This new Yautja placed a hand on the table and leaned over the weapons. The inside of your cheek started to bleed from how hard you were biting it to distract yourself, some. His warm breath fanned over your face, spilt tongue darting out to taste the air. “Pick something,” he stated and stood straight once more.

It took some willpower not to let shock morph over your features. Was this a trick of sorts to lie and say you stole something? No one would believe you, a pet, would have currency to buy things. You turned your head to look at him from the corner of your eye with suspicion.

He chuckled and put his hands on his hips, thumbs slipping into the waistband of his pants. “Ah, you are smarter than the average ooman. I give credit where it is due.” His alien smirk fell though as he peered straight at you. “Seriously though, pick something. Anything of the sort.”

His words are what caught your attention and the way he spoke carefully. This Yautja was offering for you to pick something but hadn’t said you could have it. Play this smart, don’t cause trouble.

On the table between the two of you, your eyes swiftly darted from item to item before landing on a small dagger. The smallest of them all and closest to fit more comfortably in your own hand.

Carefully, you pointed out the dagger. “That one.” You didn’t touch it or anything on the table, not playing into his hands. You hoped.

A grin spread across his face, upper mandibles both flaring. An action you could almost was a challenge or threat of sorts. Yet, you stayed where you stood without moving, a white-knuckle grip still held onto the tablet in your hands.

He once more rested a palm against the table and leaned in closer then before. “Ahhh, you are harder to trick than the average ooman. Glad to see it.” Then, strangely enough, he held out his hand towards you, a human gesture. “I am called Wourk. You may take the weapon as a prize. I give you the blade, free of charge.”

Once more, you looked at the newly named Wourk closely. His hand still hovered in the air, you decided to play it safe and not take it. “Why?” you questioned in all honesty. It would a loss to him. Why give up product for nothing in return? You did not trust this Yautja, not one bit.

Wourk snorted and leaned away from you. “Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. Take the blade. It is yours to weld,” he answered. You narrowed your eyes on him once more before finally forcefully uncurling one of your hands. Your knuckles painfully ached at how hard you had been squeezing the tablet, creaking from the movement.

Your eyes darted between your limb and himself, to ensure he wasn’t going to double cross you. The lukewarm metal touched against your fingertips. Wourk hadn’t moved and just watched with amusement.

Swiftly, you snatched back your hand with the dagger. Now further from him, you respectfully bowed your head. “Thank you,” you said politely before inspecting the craftmanship of it. With the limited knowledge, the metal reflected light off of it. “It’s beautiful.” The Yautja hummed, an upper mandible jerking upwards.

This entire time, he was just entertaining himself during the slow periods. You gazed back up at him with just a hint of a smile. Oh, you poor ooman.

“Run along, ooman.” Wourk leaned back on another tablet behind him and used a hand in a shooing motion. Your face turned sour but you did stalk away without giving him another word. Despite rarely being around other Yautjas besides Dwainet and now We’ar-ow, there was no kindness in their biology. Just straight to the point.

When you reentered the barely filled hallway, a shiver ran its course through your body. Goosebumps raised the hairs along your arms. Watchful, observant eyes pinned you down where you stood. You did your best to shake it off and slip the blade into your pocket, hoping it wouldn’t cut the fabric or yourself somehow.

With the tablet once more leading you through the halls, you meander your way. Just a helpless ooman, figuring their way on a ship alien to you.

A ooman that’s so weak, pathetic, just one flex of his muscles could snap their fragile neck. A ooman he stalked, watched, carefully in the halls of the mothership. The ooman could not sense him in any way, that he knew of. He was safe, using his cloak to keep from their sight. One day, he’ll extinguish the damned creature’s heart. Like the way it deserved to be as the weak link.

His prowess aided him as he stalked after it. Every step calculated to ensure there wasn’t a chance he could be seen. He watched as a vendor gave you a small, useless blade and sent you on your way. If he were to attack, like that could do anything damaging to him. No, he’ll have your head pulled from your body before the thought to use it could cross your mind.

There was nothing and no one that could stop him. A Yautja on the hunt with his prey before him… only he had to play this smart. He couldn’t have the murder coming back to him. The Monarch would deprive him of life he guessed from the way she defended it. A game this Yautja was willing to play. The hunt, always, always fun.

Taking turns to more populated areas of the ship, you fast-walked without drawing attention to yourself away from here. Anywhere safer than those eyes. The eyes that had yet to leave no matter what you did. No matter what turn, where you headed, they stalked your every move.

In all honestly, you had hit every section on this level just to escape. But it followed. Your heart pounded violently in your ears at each twist and turn. Without realizing it, you had begun running and now heading towards the elevator. The area wasn’t heavily populated, probably desolate at this point but you needed to get to the safety of We’ar-ow’s room. At least, hopefully, no one could reach you there. That you knew off, possibly.

Your hand slammed against the number pad to open the door in frantic feeling. Whatever was chasing kept pace, easily and calmly. The device screeched at the incorrect code, snapping you for a moment out of your thoughts. The code was shakily inputted. After the three time, it finally took it and opened up.

All it took was three seconds to react, get in, and smash a fist against the button to close. Your back was to the furthest wall as you waited for the doors to seal shut. The only thing you could do was watch and pray it doesn’t get in here before they shut.

Either it was toying with you or wasn’t as quick as you believed it to be, the doors were able to close fully. The tightness in your chest fell away as you took a shaky step forward and pressed the needed button to We’ar-ow’s room.

With the eyes off of you, relief briefly flooded your system and allowed a moment to think and truly breathe. Air filled your lung completely for the first time within the hour. You settled against the wall next to the buttons for a moment. Long enough for the elevator to stop on the desired floor and open up to reveal the short, blank walkway to her door.

Hesitancy kept you stuck in the elevator as you just stared at the door. From one monster to another…

Something small, minute, in the belly of your stomach didn’t sit well with that thought. We’ar-ow hasn’t been outright cruel or abusive… besides the branding marring your skin. Everything else, it was all gifts or kind gestures. The tablet, the cushion, the clothing. Yeah, everything someone would do for their pet, but she hasn’t been cruel to you.

The doors in front of you started to close. In a panic, you rushed forward and slipped through before they shut. So close to the entrance of the lion’s den. You swallowed thickly, unsure how much more stress in one day you could handle.

Behind you, the elevator made a thud noise, terrifying you out of your mind. In an instant, you sprinted forward, abandoning the tablet on the ground. Your shoulder roughly met the door as you tried to run it over but it held steady. Frantic and terrified, you banged on the door, voice caught in your throat.

You fell forward but caught yourself barely for a massive hand to push you further into the room. Everything was a blur until your mind could finally catch up to see the scene before you.

We’ar-ow, in all of her mighty, snarling glory, stood defensively before you. Her long, lethal claws glinting in her quarter’s light as her fingers flexed, ready to tear into flesh and bone. A threatening, dangerous snarl ripped through her throat, daring, challenging anyone to take step forward. Nothing, no one did.

Her door closed, sealing the two of you safely in her place. From the overwhelming, mind breaking terror running through your veins, you fell to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself. That didn’t help an ounce to calm yourself down.

Your breaths were ragged, tearing at your throat. Hot tears poured down your face as you stayed kneeled on the ground and stared blankly. In your mind, you were far too caught in the whirlwind to notice anything in the real world. Had you just escaped death from whatever stalked you? A broken whine came from your dry throat.

Something warm, rough engulfed your jaw and forced your head to tilt up. A few second passed. Your eyes finally focused on We’ar-ow kneeling down, completely on her knees and checking over you. Clicks sounded from her mandibles and throat but the buzzing in your head drowned out the translator. You had no clue what was being spoken, nor did you care. The droning noise consumed everything. Nothing made sense right now.

One second you were on the floor. The next, you were being carried swiftly somewhere. We’ar-ow set you down on a cool ledge in what looked to be the bathroom. All you did was make the smallest noise of confusion while staring blankly at the light floors of the bathroom.

Freezing water splashed against your face, tearing you from your thoughts. You gasped harshly and squirmed to get off of the counter, but strong, sturdy arms held you in place. They were pinned on either side of you and kept you trapped.

“Look at me.”

Harsh words were snapped with trickles of what could believed as worry. Your head jerked up, eyes darting to find orange blazing orbs staring into your soul. There was something about that just almost soothed your soul instantly. Instead, you just stopped moving.

“Good, good pet,” she cooed and raised a hand to pet the top your head only to grab the strands. Her hand pulled slightly back to expose the column of your throat to her. “What happened?” Her voice was still softer, even gentler than before as she questioned you.

At the moment, all you could do was give a pathetic, broken cry that barely passed the lump in your throat. We’ar-ow leaned in closer to rest her close mandibles against where your neck and shoulder meet. At first, you tensed up and relaxed, her hand the only thing keeping you sitting up. “Who hurt you?” she tried again, staying soft and inviting. “Tell me who hurt you, my pet.”

A purr began to rumble deep in her chest. It was a sound you hadn’t heard before from the pink Yautja. Dwainet… he’s done it before, so many times before for you. This was different, somehow, someway.

You cleared your throat the best to get rid of the majority of the lump to speak. “I-I-“ your voice cracked, dry from all the running. “Don’t kn-ow.” We’ar-ow continued her purring as she pulled back enough to fill a hand with water. She brought it up to your lips. Too desperate to wash away the scratches in your throat, you gulped it down. The Yautja did this two more times for you.

“What happened?” Now, We’ar-ow was look straight into your eyes, no longer purring. Nervous from the eye contact, your gaze darts around the bathroom. She wasn’t going to let that go. Instead, she grasped your chin once more and forced you to look at me. In her eyes, she wanted to know the truth of how you ended up as a terrified, trembling mess at her door.

Both of your hands played mindlessly with the helm of the shirt she gave you. Then, you explained from the moment you stepped out into the hall and all the way back to her room. The entire time, she didn’t let her or your eyes leave as much as that made you anxious.

Once the last word left your lips, We’ar-ow stood in silence. The cog wheels in her head spun.

Out of nowhere, We’ar-ow scooped you from the counter and held you bridal style. The strength of her body easily taking you from the bathroom to… her bed? The low, half above ground mattress of sorts was neatly put together with furs and blankets. Four pillows lined the head of the bed. The Yautja knelt down to pull at the covers before slipping you underneath them.

The terror and complete puzzlement that controlled your body at that moment held you in place. What was she doing?! We’ar-ow pulled the covers over you, up to your chest and stood back up. “Stay. I will investigate,” she said before turning to take her leave.

Deep down, from the pits of your mind, you wanted nothing more to reach out and stop her. The words ‘wait’ on your tongue. But she was out the door before you could gather the courage to do so.

Her bedroom door closed and made a clicking noise. A lock? But… why? Why did she not take you to your room? Why her room? You gulped and ran a hand through the strands of your messed up hair. All of that running and freaking out did nothing for your hair.

A shaky breath filled the air as you look over the room. Back on her wall of trophies, those human skulls stared at you with their empty eye sockets. One day, will she turn you into that?

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rexxdjarin · 8 days

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Now Introducing Art Commissions!

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All pricing is for one character. Additional characters will be $10 each per added character.

OCs are absolutely welcome! I just ask you provide me with a reference, so I can best match what your oc looks like to you ☺️. I can work with you to find a match if you don’t have one.

I love drawing Star Wars most, so that is my preference for now. Again, I can work with you if you have another fandom you’d like me to do work for. I will need references if this is the case.

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thepromptswhisperer · 5 months

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Help Prompts

1. A asks their crush B to help them with something (minor) as they hope to spend more time with them.

2. A’s help only makes everything so. much. worse. (Are they even helping? Or are they trying to sabotage B?)

3. A is taken aback when they see that B is suprised that they volunteered to help them with something. (It’s almost like nobody ever bothered helping/looking out for them.)

4. "No. Someone strong would accept help from others if needed."

5. A helped B with something, not expecting anything more than a little gratitude in return. B, however, has different plans.

6. A is bad at comforting others, but they still try to help in their own way.

7. A is frustrated. They badly want to help B, but they just… don’t want to hear it. (They do not need help – or so they say.)

8. "I’ll always try to help you. Even if it means spending all my money on a last minute flight to [your location]/kidnapping your neighbor’s dog so you can finally sleep through the night without any interruptions/etc."

9. To incentivize A to help them, B promises them a reward.

10. A agreed to help B with something. Yet, as it turns out, they don’t know how to be helpful in this very situation.

11. "That’s my good deed of the day/etc. done."

12. A always thought they’d be willing to do anything for B. Yet when the latter needs help with something, they hesitate. (Are they really ready to go that far?)

13. Usually, A would ask B for help. This time, however, they don’t feel like they can do that.

14. "Just shut up and let me help you."

15. A and B are both well aware of the latter’s desire to help everyone. (A finds it admirable./And A intends to use this knowledge to their advantage.)

16. A misinterprets B’s call for help. (e.g. thinks it isn’t as urgent as they make it out to be)

17. "Just talking to you already helps."

18. A is in a bad place and realizes they need help from others to cope with it all. (Yet, they cannot bring themselves to ask for it/they believe nobody would care enough for them to help.)

19. A feels awful for relying so much on B’s help.

20. A knows there’s only one solution to their problem: Accepting/Asking for help from their rival/enemy/etc. B.

21. "Fine. But you’ll owe me."

22. A loves doing things that make their loved ones‘ lives easier. B struggles to accept their gestures.

23. A always believed to have a great support system around them. But when they need help, nobody shows up (– well, nobody except the person they expected it from the least).

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cherryblossomwriting · 3 months

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The debt

Summary: “Y/N’s brother owes Harry money. However, he is unable to pay the debt. So Harry decides to strike a deal that involves Y/N”

Tags: Dom!Mafia/Gang Harry x Innocent/Virgin Y/N

Note: Everything mentioned in this writing is consensual. Harry and Y/N both are 18+

Also, this writing has not been proofread so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes!

W.C: 1442

Y/N was in her pyjama set when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't really expecting anyone at 2pm on a sunday afternoon. She had just turned 18 last month and decided to move into her brother's flat. The best part was that the rent wasn't really high, she got her own, private room and also soon realised that her brother was rarely ever at home (god knows what kind of activities he is involved in). She had just completed her long college assignment and was planning on napping for a while. She made her way to the door to see who it was. She opened the door slightly, just enough to poke her head out to see who it was. The tall man with a chiselled face, toned body and long, brown locks reaching his shoulders, she gasped when he harshly pushed the door completely open.

“Hi, umm are you looking for someone?” Y/N squealed. “Ahh, didn't know he had just an innocent little pretty sister” the man murmured. “Where's your brother?” he asked in his deep voice. “How can his voice be so deep and rough and still be as smooth as honey?” She thought to herself. “Umm.. I am not sure he hasnt come home in two days” she replied. “Oh, is it? I want you to call him right fucking now and tell him to come home” he cocked slyly. She casually bent down to pick up her phone that was lying on the sofa, without realising how her short shorts hiked up to reveal the bottom of her ass. He could feel his cock stir in his pants. There was something about her innocence that turned him on. She called her brother's number and asked him to come home. “He is coming home in 10 mins,” she answered shyly, unintentionally biting her lip (she did that when she was nervous). That lip bite made him go furreal, he wanted to bite that lip. Push her down and take her right on that sofa. Ruin her. Destroy her. Fuck her.

After 10 mins, y/b/n entered the house, not expecting to see Harry there. “H-hey, Harry. How are you? W-what are y-you doing here?” he asked with a blank expression. His face looked like he just saw a ghost. “Harry… what a sexy name” Y/N she thought to herself. “You motherfucker, cut the bullshit, you know exactly why I am here. To collect my money. It has been 6 months for fucks sake. I want my bloody money right fucking now or I will hesitate to show you who is in power here.” he roared with dominance. He slightly lifted his suit to show the gun that rested on his hip.

“H-harry you know how things have been for me, I don't have a penny to give you right now. I-I promise, I will pay you by the end of this month. Please,believe me.” “Over my dead fucking body will I give you more time. You've been saying the same thing to me for the past 4 months. Do you think I am stupid? Have you forgotten who I am? Do i need to remind you about who youre fucking talking to? I am the fucking drug kingpin of London, it wont take me a minute to kill you and throw your body in a place where no one will ever find it.” he smirked knowing the effect his loud and dominating voice has on people.

Y/N was terrified to say the least. “Why does her brother owe money to the fucking drug mafia leader? Will he actually kill my brother? No, I have to save him!” she thought to herself. She mustered up her strength and said, “N-no, please don't kill him. P-please.”

“Oh baby girl, I'm afraid I might have to if he doesn't pay up.” the mafia leader uttered.

“Y/N, go to your room. I can handle this myself, I don't want you to get involved,” y/b/n said.

“You know what I have a deal for you. I will forgive the loan. On one condition. You have to let me fuck your sweet little, innocent sister” harry said. “W-what. N-no. that's my sister dude” y/b/n said. “Im not your fucking dude. You have two options and they are in front of you.” Harry said while roughly squeezing y/b/n cheeks and jaws.

Y/N couldn't believe her ears and eyes at the moment. “He wanted to fuck me? I am a virgin. Do I really want to lose my virginity to this man? I mean no doubt he is fucking hotter than the devil but he was in the mafia for fucks sake.” These thoughts were spiralling in her brain.

“O-ok, I-I am ready. If that's what it takes to save my brother's life. I am ready” Y/N retorted.

“Y/N you don't have to do this. There are other ways” y/b/n said. “I don't think you have much of a choice right now anyways. I will be taking her to my mansion and she will be safely dropped back home once I'm done with her,” he smirked, winking at me. “I will go change and then we can leave” Y/N said as she walked her way to her room.

Y/N changed into my favourite white, bow dress pairing it up with stockings and boots. If im doing this might as well do it properly. Y/N looked in the mirror one last time before leaving my room and going towards Harry. “Ooh you've already got me so hard baby. You have no idea what you're in for. I hope you don't like this dress and stockings because they are going to be torn apart” he whispered in her ear. He held her arm and they left the flat.

They drove up to his humongous mansion. He took her to his bedroom. He swung the door open and pushed her on his bed. “I will make sure to pleasure you so much that there will be fat tears streaming down your eyes,” he said. He pushed Y/N on his bed and took both her legs in his left hand and with his right hand he tore open the flimsy stockings. “Spread your legs fo’ me” he commanded. As she spread her legs, he started licking long strips up her slit. “Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he moaned and kept fucking her with his tongue while his fingers rub on her clit. “On your knees and hands, NOW!” he demanded. Y/N quickly was on all fours. “I will make sure this pussy remembers who fucked it so good. It was made fo’ me” He poked his tip on her entrance and slowly entered her weeping hole, inch by inch. “Please, do something it hurts” Y/N cried out. “Oh, yeah, then you're gonna live what I'm about to do next.” He pulled out completely. “Why did you pull-ohh,” Y/N moaned and he thrusted his 9-inch cock all at once. He started relentlessly pistoning his cock right in her virgin hole. He kept fucking her doggy-style.

He held you by your stomach and turned you on your back. His cock re-entered her pussy. “I love seeing your face when I enter you. You’re perfect. It's like you were made for me” he said as he kept thrusting in you. “Bloody hell, you have the perfect, perky tits” he said as he took your left nipple in his mouth and kept sucking on it like his life depended on it. He took your other nipple in his fingers and kept pinching and fondling them. “Im gonna cum, oh god” she said as his movements became faster, wanting her to cum first. He saw her eyes roll at the back of her head as her fingers grasp the expensive, velvet sheets and a moan erupts from the depth of her throat as she feels the euphoric high. After she rides her high, Harry cums deep inside her, coating her insides white with his milky cum. He has never cum this much. He slowly pulls out and falls on top of her, his head hidden in the crook of her neck.

His thick cum oozing out of her glistening pussy. He feels himself harden again at the site of his cum flowing out her pussy.

“Are we done?” Y/N asks shyly. “Oh baby, this is just the start of the night, you have no idea of what you're in for” he says as he slowly enters her pussy once again.

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d1xonss · 5 months

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Desert Rose

Chapter 10 ~ Darkness

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.3k

In this chapter ~ While searching endlessly for Sophia in the woods, all they could seem to hit were dead ends and nowhere closer to tracking her down. Although when the group splits up to cover more ground, everything seems to turn upside down at the sound of an unexpected fire of a gun.

"Everyone pick a weapon." Rick announced as he laid multiple knives, machetes, and sharp blades down on the hood of an abandoned car we all surrounded.

It was the next morning and we all planned to go out again and look for Sophia, while Dale, T-Dog, and Carl were going to be the only ones staying behind here on the highway. Dale needed to work on the RV, T-Dog got hurt and needed to rest, and Carl was just a kid. We didn't want him out there with us in case something happened.

I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night and a part of me blamed it on because that little girl was still out there. But I also think it was because I had to sleep with someone's foot in my back on the RV floor. I could've easily yelled at Daryl this morning about him leaving the truck behind because at least in there I could get a decent amount of sleep.

Andrea narrowed her eyes at the blades, "These aren't the kind of weapons we need. What about the guns?" she practically whined.

I rolled my eyes let out a breath of air, attempting to just keep my mouth shut and mind my own business. Ever since the CDC, Dale had taken away her gun because she had become very suicidal after the loss of her sister, but he just wanted to protect her. Since then, she had been going on and on about wanting her gun back and I think I can speak for everyone when I say we were all growing tired of it. She sounded more like a broken record than a human being at this point.

"We've been over this, Daryl, Rick, Rose, and I are carrying. We can't have people popping off rounds every time a tree rustles." Shane explained for what felt like the thirteenth time since we gathered around.

"It's not the trees I'm worried about," she responded before glaring at me "Why does she get a gun?"

"Because I know what I'm doing." I responded dryly.

"You know just about as much as the rest of us, we all started learning how to shoot at the same time." she said in a snappy tone, her hands placed firmly on her hips.

I smiled a little to myself, "Trust me, I've known how to shoot for quite some time now." I replied.

"Oh yeah how?" she asked as if she didn't believe me.

My eyes narrowed a bit towards her in annoyance, "I really don't think I owe you any explanations but...I was a cop." I stated simply.

She sent a glare my way, "Really?"

I nodded, "Undercover. Now, as much as I love to continue to go around in circles for two hours about how the princess doesn't have a gun, I'm already pretty tired of your bullshit and we haven't even started yet. And it seems to me you're focusing on the one thing you can't have rather than that little girl that needs to be found."

She looked a little taken back by my response and her eyes only widened, I don't think she really expected that from me. But it did cause her to stutter a little over her words, trying to come up with a good enough response but just ended up scoffing in annoyance with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Everyone was silent for a long moment, Daryl trying to suppress a laugh as best as he could before clearing his throat to speak, "So uh...the idea is to take the creek up bout five miles, turn around and come back down the other side. Chances are she'll be by the creek. It's her only landmark."

"Alright...stay quiet and stay sharp, keep space between you but always stay within sight of each other." Rick told us.

"I'm going with you." Carl said suddenly, "You need people right? To cover as much ground as possible."

Rick and Lori just glanced nervously at each other before having a little debate back and forth about what was the smartest play. Eventually, Carl had managed to convince them to let him come with considering the two of them would be there the whole time in case something went wrong.

I thought it would be good for the kid to try and help find his friend, he needed to learn how to shoot if necessary and possibly learn how to track. And I would obviously be more than happy to teach him a few things while we're out there.

But before any of us could move to start heading out, Andrea suddenly started to snap at Dale the second he walked up to tell her to be careful out there, bringing up the gun situation again. Everyone around them seemed to be watching uncomfortably, and I was just growing more annoyed that this was wasting so much time. Clearly the things I tried to point out to her didn't stick as well as I wanted them to.

"I'm just gonna..." I trailed off as I started to walk towards the trees, not wanting to hear any more of their conversation.

"Yeah." Daryl agreed suddenly from beside me, walking just as fast away from the confrontation.

We put a good distance away from us and the group, watching the highway from the brink of the forest in case they ever wanted to start moving their asses anytime soon. I leaned up against a nearby tree as we waited in comfortable silence, kicking some dirt beneath my feet absentmindedly.

"Ya really left her speechless back there." he suddenly spoke with a smug tone.

I scoffed, "Yeah, don't think I missed that laugh you were trying to hold back." I said with knowing eyes.

He chuckled quietly to himself, replaying the conversation in his head as he didn't do anything else but nod.

The group made their way towards us not long after that, heading into the endless forest to finally get a move on and search for Sophia. All I could do was hope and pray she was hiding somewhere safe, safe enough to make it through the night on her own.

I stuck towards the front as we moved, right next to Daryl while everyone else trailed behind us with their eyes glued to the ground. We tried to stick to the path that we managed to make out yesterday, having at least a little indication of which direction she went. Thought I couldn't help but overhear a conversation going down just behind me a few feet away.

I briefly heard Carl attempting to talk to Shane about something I couldn't quite make out. But instead of listening to him, the man just snapped at the poor kid and completely brushed off what he said as if it meant nothing to him.

I didn't know what his problem was lately but it was starting to get under my skin, probably more than it should've. I just didn't understand the constant stick he seemed to have up his ass ever since we've been on the road.

Carl then slowly made his way towards the front a few seconds after and began to fall in step right next to me. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was upset at what just happened, and I didn't need to turn around to know that Shane just bit his head off for no reason.

"Hey kid, you okay?" I asked him.

He sighed with a small shake of his head, "I think Shane's mad at me. I just don't know what I did wrong." he said.

I scoffed quietly to myself, "You didn't do anything wrong; I think he's just stressed and worried about Sophia." I lied, "But that doesn't make it okay for him to take that out on you."

The truth was I don't think Sophia was the thing fogging Shane's mind, I just didn't know what else to tell Carl. The truth was I think he was upset and frustrated that we had to stay on that highway longer than we all anticipated, and I wouldn't put it past him if he was considering leaving Sophia behind. He had it written all over his face for everyone else to see that he didn't care nearly as much as he should've.

But Carl didn't say anything else, he just nodded his head and continued to walk beside me, looking at our surroundings. It amused me seeing him trying to follow my movements and mimicking the same things I was doing to try and figure out how to track. It only brought my mind back to wanting to teach him someday when he was up for it.

My eyes glanced back up to watch ahead of us and my movements stilled, holding an arm out in front of Carl to get him to stop walking. We all seemed to freeze at the yellow tent parked just a few feet away from all of us, the endless possibilities flooding my mind.

"She could be in there." Shane stated the obvious.

"Yeah, no shit." I muttered.

"Could be a whole bunch of things in there." Daryl said, keeping his voice down.

His hand then went up into the air as he silently waved us on, keeping up with his strides as we approached the thing with caution. Our steps were slow and quiet, just in case there was someone else sleeping in there or easily a walker just waiting to be let out.

Daryl was the first one to make it close enough to hear anything inside, waiting only a few seconds before nodding back towards Rick.

"Carol," he whispered, "Call out softly, if she's in there, yours is the first voice she should hear."

She nodded her head and spoke softly, "Sophia, sweetie, are you in there? Sophia, it's mommy. We're all here baby. It's mommy."

We all waited in anticipation for a few moments but heard absolutely nothing in response to Carol's soft voice. Daryl took that as a sign to move in closer, unzipping the tent as slowly as he could with the new knife in his hand, slipping in through the flap. I subtly held my breath as he disappeared into the space, not making a single sound as he poked around inside. But after he was in there, he didn't move, he didn't call out for help, he was just silent as he examined the tent and took his sweet ass time doing so.

"Daryl?" I called after a few seconds of agonizing silence.

Nothing. Not a single sound or movement which made all of us begin to worry.

"Daryl?" I tried again.

This time he finally showed himself with a shake of his head, "It ain't her." he said simply as he zipped the tent back up behind him.

"What's in there?" Carol asked.

"Some guy, did what Jenner said. Opted out. Ain't that what he called it?" he asked.

Rick looked down at the ground with a sigh, and began to pinch the bridge of his nose from the growing headache he was probably receiving from all of this. I turned to see Carol trying to hold back tears at the fact that she wasn't anywhere near here, but that didn't mean we were just going to give up.

Suddenly, we all stood still once more at the sound that tore through the quiet air. Church bells began ringing, a little too loud for my liking, and we all didn't waste a single second after processing the noise, before we were sprinting towards it.

I was pushing myself to run as fast as I could trying to get there, but I didn't really know what to expect. Would it be Sophia? It could be a stranger. But after a few brief minutes of pushing our way through the trees and trying to figure out which way the sound was coming from, we finally spotted a little white church in the distance. There were no other buildings surrounding it as it stood tall in the middle of the forest, surrounded by a graveyard just off to the side.

"This can't be it. It's got no steeple, no bells." Shane said as we all stopped to look at it.

Regardless we continued to run towards it, ignoring Shane's protests in case she was in the small building anyways. It was always a possibility, and there was no harm in checking it out just in case Shane was wrong. Wouldn't be the first time anyway.

All of us quickly made it up to the front wooden doors in a flash, but paused momentarily to look at each other in question. Rick silently counted down from three as he looked to Daryl and I, then ripped the doors open to reveal three people sitting up straight in the pews.

But as soon as they heard us, they turned around to reveal their dead yellow eyes and their snarls only grew louder as they looked at us like giant pieces of meat. Rick didn't hesitate to move and take the one on the left, Daryl instantly moving to the right, while I was left with the one in the middle. I pulled out one of my knifes and twirled it around once, before throwing it directly at its head and watching it fall to the ground.

I looked back over just in time to see Daryl flinching back at the walker that nearly grabbed a hold of his shirt, before he finally took his weapon and sliced it through its head. He glanced back up once he felt my eyes on him, breathless from the attack he had just barely avoided.

"You got it?" I asked sarcastically.

He scoffed, "Shut up." he muttered as he cleaned the weapon on the walkers' worn clothes.

I smiled small, but felt a twinge of disappointment when she wasn't anywhere in here. Every single pew lined up was empty, and there were no other rooms off to the side we could search through.

But the bells only began ringing again from what sounded like right above our heads, causing the remainder of us to fly back out of the church to pinpoint the noise. I turned the corner just in time to see Glenn facing a loudspeaker attached to the building, quickly pulling the plug.

"Timer." he breathed, "It's on a timer."

The group easily began to hang their heads in disappointment as Carol wiped her remaining tears, "I'm going to go back in for a minute." she announced quietly as she ventured back into the church.

We all watched her go and sit up towards the front, where a statue of Jesus hung high in the middle. I could only assume she was going to pray, pray for her little girl and that we would find her soon enough, pray that she would remain safe.

But I couldn't bring myself to walk back in, so I headed the opposite way, walking through the small and rundown graveyard to place myself up against a tree to just breathe for a moment. My eyes closed as I tried to think about something else, something more positive that would cause me to keep going. But it always went back to the same thing, worrying about what I couldn't control.

I eventually reached down and took out one of my throwing knives, starting to play with it in my grasp to have some sort of a distraction. But it wasn't working out as well as I hoped. I just couldn't stop lingering over the fact that she was still somewhere out there, maybe hurt, and alone as she too was searching desperately for us.

My eyes glanced up only a few moments later, seeing Glenn making his way over to me with a small and sympathetic smile on his face. He found a space beside me and nudged my shoulder with his.

"Hey." he greeted.

I smiled, "Hey."

It grew silent for a second or two before he took in a breath like he was going to say something, but then stopped himself before anything could come out.

"Don't do that." I complained.

He grew confused, "Do what?"

"Don't open your mouth like you're going to say something and then just...don't." I said as I glanced down at the blade still in my hands.

He sighed, "Okay...can I ask you something?"

I nodded, "Yeah, sure."

"Do you...do you think she's still out there? I mean like...do you think she's still alive?" he asked quietly, glancing around to make sure no one was close by to hear the sudden assumption.

My face dropped in a matter of seconds, and he clearly noticed it too. I had hope that we would find her, hope that she would be fine. But some were being so negative about everything, starting to question the whole thing just as he was. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or Shane and Andrea getting on my nerves, or the fact that the guilt was slowly eating away at me. But I was pissed.

"Yes." I snapped, "Jesus Christ, it's only been one day Glenn."

"No, no-" he sighed, "You know I didn't mean to say it like that, I'm sure she's fine. I just can't help but think of other possibilities. Even if..." he trailed off quietly.

A scoff left my lips as I looked away from him. I knew he wasn't trying to do any of this on purpose, I was just really on edge. My mind was just racing about all the things that could've happened differently if I had just gone with Rick to help him. I felt responsible for protecting these kids and now one of them is lost somewhere in this godforsaken forest. Plus seeing Carol so worried after that poor woman had already been through so much, is just the icing on the cake. I didn't know what to say to her now, I didn't even really know how to be there for her. The only thing I felt I could do, was help her find her daughter.

I noticed then everyone was making their way back to the front of the church to talk about what to do next, gathering around in a small circle. Getting up wordlessly, I began to make the walk back over towards them with Glenn trailing silently behind me.

I stopped a little farther back from the group, listening to Rick as I felt someone stand next to me and I glanced over briefly to see it was Daryl. He looked down at me, noticing how serious my face had become and raised one eyebrow at me in questioning, but I didn't say anything as I continued to listen to the plan Rick was talking about.

"You guys follow the creek bed back, okay? Daryl you're in charge. Me and Shane are going to hang back, search this area another hour or so just to be thorough." he announced.

"Splittin us up like that? Ya sure?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah, we'll catch up with you." Shane assured with a nod.

Rick then looked towards me, like he had an idea, "Rose, why don't you come with us too. We could use a tracker to see if we can find anything." he suggested.

I shrugged, "Sure." I agreed.

Carl then jumped up to ask if he could come along too seeing as I would also be staying behind, leaving his parents growing uneasy all over again as they debated. Though eventually they agreed, knowing they couldn't hold him back from everything. The kid grew very excited at the idea of staying behind with us, turning to urgently hug his mom goodbye before skipping back over towards us. She told him to be careful over and over again, but he hardly heard her it seemed like.

Daryl then nudged my side gently to grab my attention before I even had a chance to walk off, "Be safe." he said in a quiet voice.

"Why? You worried?" I asked, a smile returning to my face in amusement.

A scoff left his lips as he went to deny it, though the words never made it past his lips, "M' serious, be careful out there." he settled on saying instead.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful. Watch out for yourself too, alright?"

He nodded like it was a promise and looked at me for a few more moments, almost as if trying to memorize my features as much as possible. I found myself not looking away either, my heartrate only increasing when he didn't break eye contact.

What the hell was wrong with me? Ever since we started to get even a little closer, I felt somewhat nervous around him especially when he looked at me like this. Not that I would ever let him see that though. I felt that if he did catch a glimpse of it, he wouldn't stop. But then again, I didn't know if I wanted him to.

I was the one who ended the staring contest this time, looking away from him and made my way over to Rick so we could head off to search in the opposite direction. Before I left however, I turned back to glance at him one more time to only find he still had his eyes on me, giving him a small wave before completely leaving the rest behind.

We had been only wandering back through the trees for a few long minutes in complete silence before Carl suddenly stopped in front of me, almost causing me to run into him. I grew confused until I looked up and saw he was staring in astonishment at a deer just a few feet away from us, eating some grass and minding its own business. He stood watching it in awe before slowly walking up to it while Rick and Shane stayed in the same place behind us, smiling to themselves at the sight. I followed close behind him and lowered myself to whisper in his ear.

"Nice and slow, you might scare it off if you go too fast." I told him.

He nodded, never taking his eyes off the animal, "This is so awesome." he breathed.

I smiled at him as we continued to walk up to the deer who was now staring right back at us with big eyes. This was a very calm moment that I silently think we all needed. Today felt very hectic and stressful, and we all needed a break to think about something else. Even if it was just for a short moment, it was still very much needed in my mind.

However, the moment didn't last as long as I hoped. All I heard was the sound of a loud gunshot coming from right in front of us and before I knew what was happening, my body dropped to the ground with a sharp pain near my stomach.

My back hit the ground harshly, and I was now facing the sky with my vision was starting to blur as I gasped in agony. The last thing I could hear was Carl yelling before all I saw was darkness.

~ Thanks for reading!

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madameminor · 8 months

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In More Ways Than One, Part 9.5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Rumors

Summary: You 'set the record straight' with Commander Cody

Tags: (the series is) 18+ smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, basically, all the good stuff

Warnings: One use of whore in derogatory sense.

Notes: There's a little Easter Egg for @cyarbika's No Strings Attached and @enigmaticexplorer's Moth to Flame - not canon for their stories by any means, just fun. @dumfanting, as always, the editor of my dreams - thanks lovely.

Word Count:~300

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10

"Commander Cody."

"Ah, your majesty! What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this exquisite pleasure?"

"Sir, you've been hanging around your General too much."

"Hah. You aren't the first to say that. Anyway. What can I do for you?"

"The Sergeant told me about your concern the other day."

"Did he now?"

"He did. He had to check in with me, as this whole rumor run experiment was my idea."

"Go on."

"I’ve been having trouble being… approached by troopers on and off duty. I heard the ‘whore of 99’ rumor, probably started out of spite, and decided to use it to my advantage. The boys have been generous enough to help me out - and it's had pretty remarkable results."

"Hmph. Interesting approach."

"So. If you hear anyone getting too worried about this, I would appreciate you sharing that I’ve spoken with you, and there’s no real cause for concern. Rumors are just rumors, of course. Just, well, if you could keep it on a need-to-know basis? We wouldn’t want our ruse to be ruined."

"Of course not. Understood. I’ll make sure to pass that onto anyone I deem necessary."

"Thank you, Commander."

"Are you still aboard the Captivator?"

"Yes sir. Our inoculations have pushed off our mission a bit further than intended, but I’m sure we’ll find a way to fill the time."

"I’m sure you will. Take care of them, trooper."

"Always, Commander."

The com beeps as the transmission ends. Commander Cody turns to the companion waiting out of sight, stretching his arms before placing his hands on the back of his head.

"There you go, vod, nothing to worry about - she's a grown woman who knows what she’s doing."

Rex steps forward, letting out the breath he was holding in.

"That’s… a relief," he says, rubbing the back of his head. "When I first heard that this existed… I almost lost it. I appreciate you checking on it for me.”

Cody levels a smirk at his brother. “Still not sure why you couldn’t check yourself.”

Rex seems to answer without thinking, staring off while continuing to rub the back of his neck. “I didn’t want her to think that I believed it for a second. Couldn’t stand if she thought I was judging her…” he seems to realize what he’s said and glances over at Cody, standing up a bit straighter.

“I’ll… I’ll tell the boys - the ones who know her anyway. Tell them to hold fast to it." He lets his hands fall to his side and turns to the door. His voice hardens. "Though - I won't stop them punching anyone who... calls her anything." He turns back towards the Commander as the door swooshes open. "Thanks, Cody."

Cody nods as he departs, smirking to himself. Old boy had it bad for this mesh'la- probably didn't realize HOW bad, but everyone else did. He would feel bad for him, if he didn't know for certain Rex'd chosen it himself.

He turned his chair back to look at the quiet com sitting in front of him. Just a rumor, huh? He grinned, playing over the conversation again a few times to his satisfaction.

Cody knew about rumors. He had heard quite a few - Wolffe and that bartender from 79s, General Skywalker and that Senator from Naboo, Bly and his General, Cody and his general... there were plenty out there to choose from, each one a bit more ridiculous than the last.

Cody chuckled to himself as he leaned back in his seat, gazing up at the bulkhead.

The best part about any collective batch of rumors?

Well, in the end, some of them always turned out to be true.

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#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #madame writes #in more ways than one #clone force 99 smut #clone force 99 x reader

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an introspective of the stagnation of creepypasta from the perspective of a creepypasta author since 2014

for the past couple of years due to the resurgence of creepypastas amongst a very young demographic, the meaning of 'creepypasta' has gotten so watered down it's effectively lost all meaning.

i've been writing creepypasta since 2014, using the genre as a cheesy way to become a better writer. all of my stories from back then are garbage, of course - what matters to me is the fact that i made them and improved as an artist in the process. if not for creepypastas, i wouldn't be nowhere near a good a writer as i am nowadays, and i honestly owe alot of it to how blunt the creepypasta fanbase was at the time. if a story sucked, you'd hear about it - while this was definitely not done in good faith, a side effect of this meant you ended up picking up on overdone cliches, bad writing and bad characterization just by reading these stories you're constantly told are "bad". by reading them with the foresight of KNOWING they aren't good, there's alot of information you can gleam. you pick up on parts of the story you can recognize as bad, and leave having a better knowledge of what Not to do when writing a story.

of course nowadays the creepypasta community's effectively died off and been replaced by children who care more about powerscaling their edgy sonic ocs than actually writing anything.

it'd be easy for me to just say that the creation and resurgence of sonic.exe is precisely what killed creepypasta as a whole, and in a sense it's not wrong, but i personally believe the thing that killed the genre is less about the story everyone idolizes and more about the culture that the story's appeal ended up cultivating.

sonic.exe fans have always existed. even back in 2014, there were tons of kids obsessed with it. i feel like that initial surge of popularity, while frustrating to many due to the poor quality of the original story, the community was ultimately harmless. they were just socially awkward kids being awkward and making their own stories. the part that i find admirable about the exe community back then is the key word, "Stories". if a kid back in the day liked sonic.exe, they'd download gamemaker and make their own game, or they'd go to the creepypasta/SOG wiki and write their own story. were they any good? more often than not, no. but the effort that went into creating media just out of an appreciation for a dumb story you liked is nothing short of admirable. of course there were stinkers - one of the first ever fan stories was a complete, beat-for-beat ripoff of a sonic creepypasta that came BEFORE exe, but regardless, there was alot of genuine effort behind these fanworks. for lack of better word, there was alot of soul - something the current community lacks.

sonic.exe recently got its second wind (in the form of an fnf mod of all things lol) and now everyone and their grandma knows about it. however, my hatred of the current community stems from something i never see brought up. if someone's bitching about sonic.exe it's only ever about the things you can actually hold people accountable for, like the massively rampant amount of abusers/pdfiles lurking around every corner (and yes, this is extremely prevalent in the community and needs to be addressed) but my problem lies in the lack of sincerety every recent piece of fanwork has. people nowadays don't care about making a story - and this is a problem that seems to infect a LOT of horror media, especially indie games - they care more about making a recognizable mascot.

look at any sonic.exe derivitive made after 2022 (most use the term horrorbrew, i don't know why they don't just use the term creepypasta or exe because there's nothing exactly making them stand out). nine times out of 10, you're not going to find any sort of game, or story, or any official media they're actually attached to. more often than not, they're just a *mascot* for a nonexistent story. that's where my problem lies - there's no more passion in writing creepypastas anymore. the part that people only seem to care about anymore is the recognizable mascot, the 'face' of a creepypasta, so they trim everything that isn't the mascot away, and i feel like doing this completely defeats the purpose of making creepypasta. if you don't believe me, every single creepypasta that people still talk about are ones that have a recognizable 'mascot' - squidward's suicide, suicidemouse, sonic.exe, i hate you, godzilla nes - while ones that don't have an overarcing antagonist or image (noend house, SAR woods) are basically forgotten. people don't care about the stories anymore, they only care about the antagonist. they see the scary, bloody-eyed sonic in the thumbnail of the story and think "i can do that". and when you see one of these nu-exe's actually try and make a story to pair with its mascot, it's either really contrived and tries to take itself way too seriously (needlemouse) or extremely derivitive of other media (sonic limited edition). this has also led to my least favorite trend of the nu creepypasta community, the trend of 'retaking' old pastas and cramming as many analog horror/exe tropes as possible into them. vibingleaf's content is the biggest offender - all he does is take old stories, slap a vhs filter on them, and (in the case of stories without an overarcing villain like the grieving) add some completely unfitting villain character who serves only to give the remake a marketable 'face' for the thumbnail. and people act like his remakes are the DEFINITIVE WAY TO ENJOY THESE STORIES! THEY AREN'T! STOP SAYING THEY'RE OBJECTIVELY BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL! in the case of these inoffensive creepypastas, there's probably nothing more disrespectful than trying to 'one up' the original story! you're just putting another indie artist down so you can soak up all the attention like a douchebag! make and enjoy remakes because YOU want to make them - don't make them just to drag your fellow artists through the mud, damnit!

of course as much of a grouch i am about the state of creepypasta today, there's stuff i've seen that falls into this sort of creepypasta umbrella that i'm actually quite a fan of, even if they commit some of the things i hate to see. my favorite example would be that fake spongebob broadcast interruption (i have no idea if this is the original video because it's gone through retake hell but https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0DMBZmuf1Y ). it commits alot of the things i don't like in modern creepypastas - it has a scary spongebob in it that seems to only exist to give the story a mascot and i feel like having the interrupted footage be stereotypically 'scary' doesn't fit the whole 'mentally ill nickelodeon employee tampering with footage' vibe the ending gives off but, in my humble opinion, it stands on its own as an interesting little story and there's alot i enjoy about it despite its faults. i like it because someone had an IDEA - and while that idea may have been derivitive of other lost media stories, it stands on its own and is enjoyable. more creators need to strive to make content like this. care more about making an interesting STORY, not an interesting CHARACTER. someone from the exe community, if given the same prompt, would've instead just drew a scary spongebob, named him some shit like "The Poriferan" and had someone else make an fnf mod about it - this guy went through the effort of fleshing their prompt out, and i have nothing but respect for them for doing so.

rant over. creepypasta means alot to me as a person and i owe the community alot for indirectly teaching me how to write and how (not) to create horror content, so it genuinely hurts seeing how badly the community has fallen.

#rant #creepypasta #exe

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Hey I literally logged in just to give you support. Don't listen to these idiots telling you that you're gross for loving Mewtwo.

Because if loving Mewtwo is gross then the entire monster-fucking community should also be shamed but they aren't hmmmmmm I wonder why.

The degenerates in this fandom are perfectly fine with Ash fucking Latias, and men fucking Gardevoir, Vaporeon, or whatever slutty monster girl bitch of the week, but nooo you self shipping with Mewtwo is apparently cONcERnING or whatever.

(I love how no one calls the Hatsune Miku guy names lol, do I smell double standards? )

But this doesn't surprise me because the Pokemon community is full of hypocrites and these are the same no - life losers who shit their pants because Ash isn't in the anime anymore, their parents truly failed in raising them.

Lord knows I faced enough trouble for loving Steven and that too, from an Eevee fucker.

Monika, sweetie you are doing nothing wrong, your love for Mewtwo is so innocent, sweet and pure. I think it's beautiful how helped you with depression and escape your narcissistic mother.

People on this site love to preach mental health support but the very minute you do something different yet harmless suddenly it's

"OH NO YOU DARE TO LOVE A "FICTIONAL CHARACTER"

Keep on giving them rectal bleeding and draw more of you and Mewtwo ;) I love to see it.

AHH thank you so much for this message!! 🥹 That is so sweet of you!

Yeah, I dunno why it has always been like this. Even 10 or even 20 years ago, I often got messages chastising me for selfshipping with Mewtwo, calling it "nasty" and "degenerate", when really, i am not doing it to specifically be a degenerate, but because I honestly love Mewtwo. In his story, he too had to fight against a narcissistic "parent" (Giovanni), just like I had to against my own. How can it be seen as a crime to want to believe? Or has it been wrong to say "Mewtwo, please teach me to be brave like you" in my mind during the hard times, especially back when I was a lonely child?

Haha, I doubt anyone could ever shame the monster fucker community out of what they are doing. Or the furry community for that matter. 🤣

There always seems to be some sort of underlying misogyny happening. Women are expected to get an IRL husband/boyfriend to serve as soon as possible, so seeing a woman openly rather selfship with a fictional character is threatening to them, because how dare a woman not be in the kitchen and make sandwiches for a man? How dare a woman prefer to be single when there is a "male crisis of loneliness" happening?

Then again, I don't think I owe society anything. Where was society when I was abused? Where was the help or the community when I needed them most? I was left to my own devices. When a fictional character like Mewtwo brings someone like me more hope than any IRL human, that's how I know we failed as a society. Even sicker is that other more destructive forms of coping mechanisms are more encouraged. Somehow selfshipping is seen as more evil by the "moral police" than dying from a drug overdose on the streets or having alcoholism.

Anyone who ever complains to me about "ruining Mewtwo" or whatever - no, you aren't "concerned", you are just using that word to camouflage that what you really want is control over me and what I put out there. And i can tell you it is futile. I haven't survived so far just for some snotty brats to tell me what i can or cannot do in MY online space. Don't like what I post? Tough titties, use the block button. No one is forcing you to look at my "cringe". My cringy stuff brings me joy and makes me happy, and I feel I deserve some happiness in this shitty world of ours. You do too, so just..go and have some fun yourself. Don't waste your only life on policing others.

So yeah, you are right, dagdasgoddess. I will keep giving people "rectal bleeding". 🤣 No one can stop me from loving Mewtwo, my guardian angel that even visits me in my dreams at night, and loves me even when I absolutely despise myself. He will always be a bastion of love for me, a symbol that life is worth living regardless of hardships.

#mewtwo #selfshipping #answered asks

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humblequestvinyl · 1 year

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DETOUR

DETOUR, JJ MAYBANK X FEM!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: after moving a couple hundred miles, dealing with a few bad ex’s and going off of the road that’s most traveled on, y/n realizes its the detour that brought her to the one person she loved the most.

inspired by detour by maren morris

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, death of a loved one, depression, anxiety, literal tooth rotting fluff its going to be bad.

lowercase is intentional!! word count: 1.6k

a/n: somebody tell me why this took me three months to write because i am so lazy hello??? also this was kind've fun for me to write. + stream humble quest: in rare form!!!

NEVER IN Y/N’S RIGHT MIND DID SHE THINK THAT MOVING 1,021.3 MILES AWAY FROM THE ABSOLUTE BITTER COLD, TO ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR TOURIST TOWNS WOULD DO HER ANY GOOD.

when the h/c girl moved away from forest city maine in the middle of january, she brought two distinct things with her.

the bitter bitter cold

the thick canadian accent that was attached to her.

the day the girl arrived, it was 20 degrees out, (a rarity for outerbanks), with it feeling like 10 degrees because of the windchill.

to say the least, the pogues were confused and pissed about the cold.

“who’s moving in with jack?”jj asked as he stood outside with john b, kie and pope, all four shivering to death.

“no clue, but i’m sure you’ll find out on monday.”john b cupped jj’s shoulder, giving him a grin, before they saw a h/c girl storm out of jacks house, with him following behind her.

“putain je ne veux pas être ici ! pourquoi emmy et toi ne pourriez-vous pas vivre tout seul à forest city!”the girl yelled, catching all the pogues off guard, not expecting that from her.

“parce que tu as moins de 18 ans et si tu n'étais pas venu vivre avec emmy ou moi, l'état t'aurait pris!”jack yelled back, and jj turned to pope, with a puzzling look on his face, “pope what are they speaking?”

“they’re speaking french!”

all the pogues looked to their left, seeing sarah walking towards them, and john b furrowed his eyebrows, “how did-?”

“taylor swift.”she cut him off, before she stood next to the group, watching the entire scene unfold, with the two arguing back in forth in french.

“Va te faire foutre!”the girl finally yelled, before storming off inside, and the five saw jack sigh, before he turned and saw the pogues.

“oh shit.”john b stated as they saw jack walking over to the group, and to say the least, the 26 year old looked stressed.

“so, whos that?”jj asked bluntly, causing kie to smack him upside the head.

“jj!”

“ow!”

jack chuckled, before pushing away the stray hairs from my face, “that's my sister.”

“and she’s from france?”jj questioned, causing john b to chuckle, and jack to laugh, “no. on the border of maine and canada.”

“that explains a lot.”

“do you guys just mind keeping an eye out for her at school?”jack brought up, trying to read the look on the pogues faces, “i’m honestly worried about her and don’t need her getting suspended.”

“yeah, shes going to need a tour guide right?”kie asked, and jack nodded before she looked over at sarah, “yeah, we’ve got her.”

“thank you guys.”jack said, before the six heard a door slam, and the h/c walked out of the house,

“jack!”

—-

“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW.”

y/n turned her head to look at her brother who sat in the drivers seat as they sat outside of outer banks high school, waiting to go inside.

“is this some kind’ve joke?”she asked, with her thick french canadian accent peaking through, and jack gave her a stern look, “i have already told you i’m doing online school. i already paid for it.”

“and i told you that if you were going to be with me in outer banks, you were going to high school.”jack reminded her, causing her to roll her e/c eyes, “i cannot have you being at the house right now during the day while i’m out at work.”

“un - fucking - believable.”she muttered, before exiting the car after seeing it was 9 am, “putain de trou du cul.”

“i heard that.”jack told her as the two entered the school, and the 16 year old was not amused.

after getting the girl settled, jack had left, leaving y/n alone sitting across from the school’s principal, “you’re going to love it here y/n.” the girl bit her tongue from saying what she actually wanted to, and instead forced a smile before nodding, wanting nothing more than to go into the bathrooms and hide out for the rest of the day.

“i’m going to have someone whos in a few of your classes come and give you a tour of the school!”dr.folk exclaimed, before leaving her office for a moment and bringing back a gorgeous girl who had a bright smile on her face.

“y/n, this is kiara! shes going to be in most of your classes and giving you a tour of the school today!”dr.folk explained excitedly, before handing y/n her schedule, “alright! off you go girls!”

the two walked out of the office, and y/n looked to see how far they had walked before finally speaking up, “is she always like that?”

“yeah.”kiara chuckled as they turned down a different hallway, “you can call me kie by the way.”

“alright.”she nodded, before kie had started to give a tour of the school, pointing out everything she would need to know.

“and this is your class.”kie gave y/n a smile as they stopped outside of the history room, “i’ll come find you before lunch and we can hang there.”

“thanks kie.”y/n waved towards the girl, before walking in, seeing the entire class staring at her.

this was going to be fun.

—

“NOW WHO’S THIS?”

y/n’s head snapped towards the front of the table, seeing a blonde boy standing at the head of the table, causing kie to roll her eyes and smack hin, “this is y/n, now will you stop trying to be intimidating?”

“the french girl herself?”he questioned as he sat down next to the new girl, and y/n raised an eyebrow at him, “how did you-?”

“Va te faire foutre!”he imitated her accent, and her jaw dropped, “you know, you’re very loud.”

“connasse.”y/n muttered under her breath, causing kie to laugh, knowing that the girl had taught her what that meant only minutes before.

“what was that?”jj questioned, and y/n forced a smile as she took a sip of her starbucks drink.

“i said you had beautiful eyes.”she lied, seeing other people join the table, and jj scoffed.

“mhm. keep telling yourself that babes.”

—

FOUR ENTIRE MONTHS HAD PASSED, AND ALMOST EVERYTHING HAD CHANGED.

y/n had become one of the pogues, and spent almost all of her time with them, and when she wasn’t, she was working at the wreck which the pogues would visit often because of both her and kie.

on this day though, all the pogues were sitting on the beach, except for jj and y/n, who were out in the water, surfing.

well, trying to at least.

“babes your balance is off, that's why you keep falling whenever the waves come.”jj told the girl who was becoming more frustrated by the second.

jj had finally convinced y/n to let him teach her how to surf, and here they were, and she was getting frustrated after not getting the handle of it yet.

“it makes no sense though! i was fine on the sand!”she exclaimed as the two hung onto the board, taking a minute to catch their breath and figure out where she was going wrong.

“do you want me to do it with you?”jj questioned after a few moments, and y/n nodded, before the two got up onto the board, and waited for a wave to come in.

“other than your balance you’re doing good. do not beat yourself up over this.”jj told the girl, know how hard she was on herself all the time, “it’s your first time doing this. remember that.”

surprisingly, within the four months jj and y/n had grown extremely close, and jj was one of the only two people who had gotten through to her, hell he was the only one who was able to get through to her that was alive.

“alright, ready?”jj asked, and she nodded before they started towards a wave, trying to think positive, knowing her mom always said to think positive, and good things would happen.

the two caught the wave, and y/n’s face lit up, knowing she had finally gotten the hang of it, and all of the pogues cheered, “i got it!”

“i did it!”she cheered as the two reached the edge of the sand, “i did it!”

“you did it babes.”jj chuckled as she leaped into his arms, filled with joy and how proud she was of herself.

it took her almost 17 years, a couple of detours, but she realized in that moment she found her person. the one she could go to no matter what, and the one who knew everything about her. the highs, the lows, how to deal with her when she went on an angry tangent in french, and how to pick her up during some of the worst days of her life.

jj was that person for her, and even though it took her a few detours to get to him, she didn’t mind it.

as long as she get to be his, she didn’t mind a detour.

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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Hey, you said smut, soooo...

On that train of Annoying tm Reader trying to play with Sevika's boobs but Sevika doesn't like it bc they're sensitive, like-

The Reader picking up on that and trying to do it even more, just to EXTRA annoy Sevika?

The Reader taking advantage of Sevika's sensitivity to get her horny/wound up?

Sevika having to lay down the law when the Reader's been a particular handful (and by lay down the law I mean bend the Reader over her knee and spank her and then maybe fingerfuck her bc she sees how wet the Reader gets from the spanking)?

WOOOOOO BOY okay, legit couldn't sleep last night bc I kept having to grab my phone and jot down ideas for this

also MDNI 18+, my god

Sevika has a few tells when she's getting fed up with your behavior. Glares, a harsh slap on the ass, low, curt warnings

Knock it off, she'll growl. No pet names for you because you're in the doghouse

But you're desperate for her attention, you needy thing

Pinching her nipples, giving them a little tug before she has to walk into a meeting, just working her up into a frenzy

You underestimate how she'll prioritize teaching you a lesson over whatever else she's doing

Sevika would still have some issues with vulnerability, so if you make her feel desperate and sensitive, she’s gonna make you feel that times ten

Fingers grip your chin, raising it for you to look her in the eyes and see how serious she is. “Hey. I said, enough.” When your smug smile doesn’t fade an inch, she arches an eyebrow. “Oh. Okay then, let’s go to the backroom.” “No, no, Sevika, I’m sorry-” You have no choice but to follow her with the firm grip she has on your wrist.

You're lucky she's not doling out punishment in the crowded room, but they'll still be able to hear it, don't worry

A regular spanking's too good for you. She'd know you'd like that too much and she needs to get her point across

She'll sit down, pull your back against her chest and use her legs to spread and keep yours open

Your pants and underwear would have been wrestled off by then

And you are nervous because she's not responding to any of your apologies or pleas, she's just focused on getting you into position

Struggling? She'll be adding on more spanks for that, so keep it up

She's a firm believer that it'll take one good punishment to teach you a lesson so she's not going to half-ass it

Since you have such a fascination with her boobs, she'll return the favor. Your nipples will be pulled and pinched until tears flow down your face

You get 10 swats on each breast, and that's being generous

She'll have them so bruised and sore so that if you even think about touching hers again, one squeeze of yours will have you whimpering

A hard swat comes down your clit, the stinging pain making you gasp

"Count, or I'm starting over."

You panted into Sevika’s collar bone, dampening her shirt with your tears. Her metal hand had a grip on two of yours, pulled to the side and out of the way. They no longer could attempt to block your swollen, puffy clit from the harsh blows of her flesh hand. Your previous attempt had earned you double the amount. Leather boots rubbed against your calves, muscled legs intertwined with yours to keep them spread. “Twelve! Ow, ow, ow-” Swat. The next one has you jolting, crying out against her. There’s no mercy for you and she remains stoic behind you as you cry into her chest. “Eight more, count for me.” “T-thirteen. Please-“ Five more rain down in quick succession and you wail. Your legs are shaking against hers, red hand prints on your cunt. Your chest heaved with sobs, breasts bruised and slapped red. “Did I ask you to beg?” “No, no-“ “Eight more.”

You can’t walk after. You'll cling to her and cry as she rubs your back.

“It’s over. Good girl.”

And maybe you're a little emotional and blubber out apologies, thinking she's really disappointed in you

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweet thing. You just needed me to lay down the law, didn’t you?”

#arcane sevika x reader #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #I don't see her being generous enough to let you come #it would probably be painful after all that #so maybe

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the-apples-were-monitored · 1 month

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i've said before that it is completely out of line to look at a person recounting painful memories of childhood abuse and then bring up their past mistakes and i'm standing by that. i know some of you are going to jump on me for saying "mistakes" but this isn't me trivializing. this is me looking at things in context.

i haven't seen these supposed sources where they say drake bell's victim admitted to lying. i looked at news sources from the time and looked at statements given and haven't seen it anywhere in there that she admitted to lying, which i would assume would be front page news. if anyone wants to direct me to something verifiable that isn't part of a tiktok conspiracy, i would be interested. i have seen that bell wasn't convicted of actually touching the girl and they found no evidence of pictures ever being sent. the internet keeps vaguely saying the girl stalked him before and lied about her age and i don't know how true that is. it's always reprehensible to groom children and there isn't a justification for that. a few years ago i might agree with commentators saying "you don't just not know that someone is 12" but i worked at space camp for the past few years and there were a few times where i was looking for my assigned group and was told that the group that i'd assumed were 17 and 18 year olds (because they were taller than me and more muscular or filled out) were actually 12 and were actually my assigned group. idk what they're putting in the water but i assume it's these damn tiktok beauty standards. and i often have the opposite problem - when i was 16, people would assume i was 13. now that i'm 29, people assume i'm 19-14. i have a friend in her mid20s who is constantly mistaken for a 10 year old boy. it is fucking hard to tell how old someone is and if it's true that she was in his shows which were meant to be 18+ he'd have no reason to know her age. i've seen commentators state he immediately broke off contact when learning about her age.

i want to give benefit of the doubt in this case. i want to believe that the apology given was with complete accountability and remorse. imagining being in his position and realizing he may have contributed to an unsafe situation on par with one he himself experienced may have been a huge wake up call for him. i want to remind everyone though that we are not called on to forgive drake bell. we're not the wronged party in the case. the only one who can give forgiveness is the victim and victims do not owe that.

and with that i feel i should say that i can unfortunately believe that the domestic violence accusations may be true. the timeline seems to match up with the years immediately following what happened with him, the years he'd be more likely to flounder and struggle with the secret he was keeping. who knows what unprocessed trauma he was living with? it doesn't make it okay by any means (and again we are not the ones tasked with "forgiving" him and victims don't even owe that) but it makes a certain sense in context. i do think drake bell needs to come forward and tell people to stop attacking his ex on social media because come the fuck on. just because someone went through something horrific doesn't mean they can't do fucked up shit. i know i've done fucked up shit and i've worked through it as best i can. internet harassment and hate campaigns are not the way, but we didn't learn that lesson with amber heard (who i 100% believe sorry not sorry).

i think we need to move on from this mentality of holding people (particularly child stars) up on pedestals then dragging them down when they do fucked up shit. i have to believe people can change and grow. i'm willing to give people the benefit of the doubt so long as a pattern doesn't emerge. we need to move on from thinking that there is a "perfect" victim or that if someone has transgressed in later life that means their victimhood doesn't matter. we can mourn the child that drake bell was. we can mourn the child that amanda bynes was. we can mourn the person that all these people could be if they weren't swallowed by this cesspit. that is a separate conversation from talking about the ways they fucked up after coming out of that environment irreparably damaged.

leave behind the mentality that to show compassion for another human being is the same as "forgiving" them. and move on from the mentality that you personally are the one wronged when these people's lives have nothing to do with you.

#feel free to reach out to me if new details emerge or if i get something wrong #i've been microdosing on this situation because steeping myself in it would be bad for my mental health #but if i'm online i'm willing to keep talking about this #rape tw #abuse tw #quiet on set

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