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July
Peter Parker x Reader
angst, maybe fluff?
Word Count: 1k
Inspired by the song July by Noah Cyrus
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I've been holding my breath, I've been counting to ten, over something you said
“So uh, what do ya say? Wanna give it a shot?” Please say yes please say yes please say yes-
“I’m sorry, I really am, but I’m gonna have to say no.”
No. He said no.
It took you months to work up the courage to finally tell him how you felt, ironically you told yourself the worst he could say was no. Fuck, it hurt.
You were crushed. “Oh uh, that's okay. We can just stay friends.” It’s not okay, you don’t want to be friends. Well, you do. You also wanted-no, hoped- for something more.
He smiled, god you loved that smile. It never failed to make your heart skip a beat, even breaking it at the same time. “Glad this won’t change our friendship. I care about you a lot.” He says, you can hear the pity in his voice.
He cared, just not in the way you wanted.
I've been holding back tears, while you're throwing back beers, I'm alone in bed
You were always told rejection hurt but you didn’t think it’d be this painful. Peter went out while you were sulking in your bed. There’s more fish in the sea, right? You shouldn’t have fallen for him, everyone told you not to, and yet here you are.
How could you be so stupid?
Of course he didn’t like you.
You were nothing compared to her.
You didn't have the perfect teeth, the perfect hair, the perfect skin, the perfect...anything. You were just you.
You stupidly thought that it would be enough for him, she didn't even remember him, but you made new memories with him.
You know I, I'm afraid of change. Guess that's why we stay the same
You two were fighting now. It's your fault anyways. You lashed out on him just because he hadn’t reached out to you since that day. He's ignored your texts, calls, hell you even tried an email for the fun of it. He stilled ignored you.
The day you confessed really fucked things up.
You decided to be the bigger person and show up at his door. He would've known you were going over if he read your messages.
“I thought we agreed that wouldn’t change us. You said you wanted to be friends so why are you being such a dick?”
“I’m being a dick? Oh, that’s real funny coming from you. I have a life full of other people, not just you. I don’t see why I have to be the one to do everything.”
You bit your lip and looked at the ground, embarrassed that you were acting childish, “No, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
So, tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road
Peter let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair, the soft hair you used to play with during the times you'd study together. “I think you should go. I can’t handle this—you—right now.”
You refused to cry in front of him. “Yeah, okay.” You grabbed your bag and slammed the door shut on your way out. You fucked everything up, didn’t you?
Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know
A week went by, and he finally texted you, asking you to go over and talk it out. In the end you were still his best friend, and he didn't want to lose you.
You picked up a photo that was in a beautiful golden frame on the coffee table, you knew who the woman was, Peter talked about her all the time, and it killed you. You thought he was over her.
“What are you doing with that?” He grabbed the framed photo from your hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
You blinked back the tears that were threatening to come out, “It was just sitting here, she’s pretty. Really pretty.”
Peter smiled, “Yeah, she was. The greatest too.”
‘Cause you remind me everyday, I’m not enough but I still stay
You two sat in uncomfortable silence. He wanted to make up, wanted things to be normal again, but you had other plans. You wanted answers. “What does she have that I don’t? What’s so different?”
He groaned. “Please, don’t start this right now.”
You stood up from the couch, “No! I want to know why you’re after someone who moved on. Someone who doesn't even rem-“
“She was the only one there for me through all of it! She helped me from beginning to end! I ruined everything just to make sure she got into the school she worked so hard for!" His voice went soft, he couldn't hold back the tears that went streaming down his face. His brown eyes were hardly visible through them, "She was all I had. She was the only girl that ever looked my way and actually liked me.”
Then what am I?
I've done a lot of things wrong, Loving you being one. But I can't move on
“What?”
“Then what am I?”, you repeated deep down you knew you were being a little selfish, but he had no right to say you didn't care, “I’ve been there for you. I’ve laughed with you, cried with you, I even fought with you and you’re still tossing me aside?”
“Listen-“
“No! You listen to me! I’ve done nothing but love and care about you but clearly that’s not enough! Nothing is ever enough for you! I-I’m not enough.”
Peter stood to hug her. To tell you that you was more than enough. To tell you he was just afraid of being more than what you were now.
If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I'll go
You moved away from his attempted hug. How dare he cry when it was him who was hurting you? “N-No, you don’t get-get to cry.” you choked out through your own tears.
“I’m sorry please just understand.” He begged.
“Tell me to leave. Tell me you don't want to see me again and I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone just like you want.” That’s not what he wanted, not at all. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if you left him too.
“That’s not-I want you to stay.”
You remind me every day, I'm not enough, but I still stay
“Okay. I’ll stay.”
#peter parker#marvel#spiderman#idk im kinda dying#peter parker x reader#idk how to tag lol#marvel fic#ansgt#peter parker angst
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Deidara's Daily Texts from the Akatsuki, Part Two
From Itachi:
I swear I'm not mad just give it back
You're STILL not over that?!
What are you even shaving? You don't have a single hair on your face!
Not my business who you date, just keep them from fighting all the time!
That's funny because Hidan said it was you, asshole.
I never ask you questions like that about Sasori, do I?!
You better hide, Kakuzu's going around collecting rent
God you're a worse gossip than Tobi!
I know it was you my whole room smells like clay!
That's a really lewd thing to say ... are you really hitting on me or are you just drunk off your ass?
Yeah but considering I use nothing in mine and you use like 200 products in yours, I'd say mine is better.
Stop it. You're not a pet person.
Okay can you just come with me? I don't ever ask you for favors do I?!
Pay me back what you owe me first.
From Hidan:
Yeah but I'm hotter. Like WAY hotter.
He loves to say stupid shit like that, he's not being serious.
Bet his dick is bigger tho.
That's literally the most stupid shit I've ever heard. We're MEANT to eat meat, fucker!
Yeah but if shark dick catches us he'll beat our asses and Kakuzu already said he's not putting me back together if it happens again!
I'll pray to Jashin for you, you pathetic atheist.
Let's get the fuck out of here and get something to eat. Kakuzu's sleeping I can swipe his wallet!
Me and you? In your DREAMS, kid. You couldn't handle this immortal dick.
Why tf would I care about that? Tits or not me and you are brothers, man.
Crablegs.
No, steak. Rare-rare. Still mooing.
Fuck a vegetable. Load it up with meat.
No wait corn is good but make sure it's seasoned with the meat blood.
That cunt did not beat my ass he caught me by surprise! I'll kill him next time I see his ugly face!
From Konan:
I don't remember my siblings so you all are it for me.
When a girl asks how old you think she is always answer like 10 years younger than you actually think! But seriously, 40?! FORTY??
Did you always know or did it take you a little bit to figure it out?
Rose petal or honeysuckle. Sometimes lilac if it's not too overwhelming.
It's a complicated situation for sure. They both feel something strongly for you but if my opinion counts? I'd stay with Sasori. At least you know what to expect from him, and I think he genuinely loves you.
I've narrowed it down to you or Hidan. If you confess I'll go easy on you. :-)
Please be gentler with him. He may hide it but he's gotten really fragile these last few months and he's in pain almost constantly.
Threatening to "beat people's asses" isn't my style. I go for the silent kill.
Wow, HE did that for YOU? That's interesting.
Take it up with Kakuzu. He's supposed to provide you all with extra money for exactly these types of things.
I would just do it, Dei. Be grateful your punishment is so light compared to what you did.
Are you two serious? You realize we're all trying our hardest NOT to attract negative attention?!
Perkier if it's chilly out ;)
I thought about it but I've had it this length for forever. It'd probably look weird long.
Only if you promise to sit still this time. I'm not gonna have you complain if it gets smudged again.
From Kakuzu
Brat. Stop.
I don't give a shit if you don't like him. He's valuable and this organization can't afford to lose him. So SUCK IT UP.
The waxing poetic was one thing but the actual poetry was nauseating.
That's coming out of your paycheck.
How is that an "emergency expense"?!
I don't care what you feel it is, "unfair" or not EVERYONE is expected to contribute to the bills. You use the lights? You pay. You take showers? You pay. You eat the food? You. PAY.
I know you two are friends. You have fairly good ideas about what he likes. Help me and I'll take off that debt you owe me from last month.
Sasori can do that for you, can't he??
Nice try, kid, but you still owe me. And you couldn’t handle my immortal love anyway.
From Tobi
I'd ask you to come with but Itachi thinks you'll try and blow him up while he's asleep.
Diabetes was just made up by assholes who don't want us to eat all the good sugar!
He's really so selfish he wouldn't let me borrow you for one night?
Hidan said it was you ...
I KNOW you like older men! Hey what if I told you I was 31, what then??
Of all the things that could be under this mask, why would "sharingan" be one of your guesses? That's ridiculous Senpai!
Come on Senpai! Leader would be mad at first but I think everyone would like a puppy!
Just tell him that you were only home 10 days this month so you should only have to pay 1/3 of the rent
If you want to but Hidan would probably call you a lot of names for wearing it
Marry me and I'll carry you everywhere all the time. It's a good deal!
Let's see if one of the others will trade with us, I hate going to really cold places
Try if you want to but Konan hit me so hard last time I saw stars for three days
Can you make me a bomb shaped like a scythe? Hidan is getting on my nerves.
From Zetsu
It's complicated, but everybody's blood has a distinct scent. Your's smells like lava and ash. It's very unique.
"Love" or not I'd watch my back, child. You'd make a prettier puppet for him than anyone else.
The years don't go by but centuries do.
Come now, you could have left SOME of those bodies in-tact for me!
I can't imagine that it would matter in the long run.
If you three don't stop attracting so much attention we'll have to pick up and move yet again!
I can tolerate human food but it doesn't compare to humans as food.
Neither. Neither of them is a suitable match for you. I'd run as far as I could from both of them.
Thank you for the offer but I don't believe your moisturizer would be effective on my plant skin.
No, not especially. Things are much the same to me.
If Kakuzu said no then there's no point in asking Leader. Kakuzu holds the money with an iron fist and Nagato has never once interfered with his decisions.
A bit more rest and some decent food would do you a world of good.
From Nagato
Then I must not understand true art because all I can see is property damage and unwanted negative attention being drawn towards our organization.
I understand your frustration but please continue to work with him. I need Sasori to stay here and you're the only one Tobi will listen to.
Oh? It seems it may be time I had a talk with you young ones then.
I see no need for further recruits.
Yes, thank you. Konan used it on my hair and it worked wonderfully.
I'm aware you don't like him but please endeavor to coexist in this group with him. Also remember how precarious his health is before you pull another stunt like the one you and Hidan did yesterday.
I won't stand in the way of your personal goals but surely you realize how extreme self-detonation sounds?
I got you all these phones as a way to communicate efficiently with your partners and with the entire group over long distances. NOT to play games. Kakuzu tells me the phone bill is $200 over it's usual amount due to unathorized games and extra features. If this keeps up I'll take them back.
Next time please be sure you're checking who you're sending explicit pictures to. I assume that was meant only for Sasori's eyes? Now I have Tobi and two others ready to kill him to be your partner.
From Kisame
I shouldn't admit it but it WAS very funny.
But what would be the purpose? Samehada steals chakra, aesthetics don't matter.
I can't tell the future but I can guess that if he's stayed this long, then he probably means to stay with you for life.
Yeah well if one more "accidentally" goes off under his window while he's napping I'm going to make a sandwich of your fingers, kid.
I suppose that would be fun but good luck getting the money from Kakuzu.
I can't even imagine the lives they live. It's really more merciful for them that we extract their demon and send them to the afterlife.
Our relationship is so much more than that but all you immature brats ever ask about is the sex aspect. Shameful.
There's no way he bought that fresh, I can smell it all the way back in my room!
Wear your cloak and perhaps borrow Sasori's as well, it's extremely windy and chilly.
Have you considered a haircut, maybe? Or to dye it black like my Itachi's?
Lol relax it was a joke, no need for threats.
From Sasori
I did get them. Beautiful, but Kakuzu would kill you if he knew you were using these phones for such lewd purposes.
A "magic cure" doesn't beat eating right, going to bed at a decent hour, and exercising once in a while, brat.
Funny how they all think I'M the pervert here when YOU'RE the one who came at ME so aggressively. Brat.
I can think of a much better use for all of those pretty mouths of yours, Dei. Come see me and I'll show you what I mean.
Maybe I need to get you a dictionary for Christmas. Because you STILL don't seem to understand what "covert" and "stealth" mean.
Yeah well you nearly dying because of your own carelessness isn't what I'd call fun. So stop it before I end you myself.
I would never.
"<3" is not a heart. I don't care what idiots say. A real human heart is NOT shaped like that. I'll bring you one of my anatomy textbooks so you can see for yourself.
Yes, I suppose. But don't make it a habit please.
Your breathing sounded strange. Come see me for a checkup. Now.
I don't care for when he sends us on missions to cold places. Bad for you and puts a lot of wear on Hiroku.
Trust me, you DO snore. Like a steam engine.
Why you can't simply ignore him, I'll never understand.
Your eating habits are atrocious, brat.
You're quite the silly one, aren't you?
Mm. You know it's not in me to be jealous. But. If I *ever* see him touch you like that again it'll be the last time his fucking hand is attached to his body. You're MINE.
It's just baffling to me that you won't do it. You'd be the centerpiece of the entire collection! Come on I KNOW you love attention!
I wouldn't trust Hidan around something like that.
Goodnight, my sweet prince. See you in the morning ... if the poison doesn't take you out :-)
As per the Inbox request of @tulipunainenruusu 😊
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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.
synopsis: fushiguro siblings need materials for their schoolwork, while gojo needs your help ⸻ again.
As the clock struck two o'clock in the afternoon, just as you had finished exorcizing a second grade curse, Gojo Satoru bombarded your inbox. You rolled your eyes as you regretted giving Gojo your number. You were aware of the young sorcerer's situation, and even more aware that it wasn't easy to look after two children half your age, but receiving sixty-eight messages at once was frightening.
Usually Gojo would send you photos of Megumi and Tsumiki, just Megumi alone and sometimes a photo of himself, and he would always send you questions about what to buy for the children to eat and how to make something tasty for them to take to school ⸻ he wasn't lying when he told you that he was trying to give these children as normal a childhood as possible. From time to time, Gojo would ask you trivial questions about everything and nothing, sometimes about you and your likes, nothing too invasive, and never about your family or your clan. But never, never in all that time had you received sixty-eight messages from him.
It was worrying, but coming from Gojo, you knew that if it was something that was really worrying, he wouldn't be texting you, he would be calling you right away. Just like when Megumi decided to ignore Gojo, since one of the six-eyed sorcerer's greatest pleasures was to annoy and tease the little boy. And Gojo, convinced that Megumi only listens to you, decided to call you and ask for your help with the "problem" between them. Of course, after you talked to Megumi and asked him to be more patient with Satoru, and after you pulled Gojo's ear ⸻ well, not exactly his ear, not least because of the infinity, but to lecture him ⸻, everything worked out.
One of the first things you thought of was that maybe Gojo needed you to help Megumi and Tsumiki with their homework, or something like that. And before answering Gojo's sixty-eight messages, you got back into the car that had taken you to the Kyoto Jujutsu School to report on your successful mission. But it seems that Gojo had bigger plans for that afternoon, and it seems that you were caught up in his plans. As you got out of the car, ready to hand in your mission report, a certain young man with white hair, round sunglasses and a smile came into view.
"Oi Kamo, why haven't you answered my messages?" Gojo approached you. He was close enough for you to smell the scent of Gojo's no doubt expensive perfume, but at the same time separated by an invisible barrier that protected him from everything and everyone ⸻ even you.
"The sixty-eight messages you sent when I was on a mission?" You held back the urge to roll your eyes at him, "Gojo, I have my duties as a jujutsu sorceress, I'm not available all day."
"Yeah, I know. That's why you get to spend the whole afternoon free from your ‘duties’ as a jujutsu sorceress!" Gojo said excitedly, throwing his arms up in the air.
"What? What exactly do you mean by that?"
"That you don't have to do any missions in the afternoon and evening, so you can go out with me and the brats!"
"You mean you threatened... no, no, much worse... you mean you bribed the director so I wouldn't get any more missions during the day?"
As nice as it was to spend the rest of the day not worrying about escaping death, exorcizing curses was still the only way you could afford to survive ⸻ it was your only source of income.
"Yes," Gojo said calmly.
"What are you thinking?" you looked at Gojo indignantly, "You can't just bribe the director to let me go out with you, Gojo."
"And why not?" Gojo asked genuinely.
"Because that's my job, Gojo. I'll lose a lot of money without these missions.”
"Don't worry about the money, I'll pay for it later. You're already stressed out, we don't want to see a vein burst in that pretty forehead of yours, do we?" Satoru smiled sideways and walked towards a black car, "Are you just going to stand there or are you coming?”
"What have I got myself into..." You muttered to yourself before walking over to Gojo's car and getting into the passenger seat next to him.
"Let's go get the brats, apparently Tsumiki needs some materials to do some schoolwork." Gojo started the car after putting on his seatbelt.
"What about Fushiguro?"
"I have no idea what he needs, he just said he needed something too."
"You should be kinder to him instead of teasing him, then maybe he'll tell you what he needs."
"It's no use, even if I am nice to him, he only respects you."
As you watched the scenery through the tinted window of Gojo's car, not knowing where you were really going, the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer was sitting next to you, driving while singing along to the song on the radio. In the back seat, Tsumiki bobbed her head to the beat of the music while Megumi kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. You sympathised with Megumi's situation, even though Gojo didn't sing badly, listening to him sing non-stop for almost half an hour felt like torture.
Tired, you sighed lightly and looked for a good position on the passenger seat to lean your head back and close your eyes, imitating Megumi. However, your moment of peace was short-lived, as within a few minutes, Gojo was calling your name excitedly, saying that they had already arrived at the location.
You got out of the car a little unsure, noticed that you were in a covered car park, and wondered why you were there. If the children needed school supplies, you should have been in a stationery shop and not somewhere else.
"Here are the best shops." You overheard part of Gojo's conversation with Tsumiki while you watched Megumi standing next to you with his hands in the pockets of his uniform trousers. "Do you really want to stay behind?" Gojo turned to you and Megumi with a smile on his face.
You glanced briefly at Fushiguro, nodding in the direction of Gojo and his sister, before you both started walking. Your eyes traveled around as soon as you entered the establishment, your mind gradually clearing as you remembered the mall you had gone to with Shoko and Utahime a few months ago. It wasn't easy to forget the designer stores where a simple blouse cost more than you got for exorcizing a second grade curse. Gojo led the way to a stationery store on the second floor of the mall, and before you could enter the store, you waved for the white-haired boy to come closer while you watched Tsumiki and Megumi enter.
"Look, Gojo, I know you're the heir of the clan and that you have a lot of money, but don't you think it's too expensive to buy school supplies here? I'm sure any other stationery store will have what the kids need at a better price." You muttered.
"Ah, we're not just here for the stationery store." Gojo smiled in your direction and adjusted his glasses.
"No?" You asked confused.
"No! Now let's go, we have to buy things for the brats," Gojo said, heading in the direction of the Fushiguro siblings.
"What's his problem?" You wondered before you followed the trio into the huge store.
While Gojo helped Tsumiki choose the materials for her model, you and Megumi walked around the store looking for materials to decorate the poster the boy would make.
"What do you think about colored pencils?" You asked the boy, who just shrugged.
"Anything's fine." Megumi muttered, looking at the options of colored pens in front of him.
"Are you sure? Gojo's the one who's going to pay." You smiled sideways.
"Those over there," Megumi pointed hesitantly at a set of thirty-two colored pens.
"These?" You smiled and took the object, "If you need anything else, just ask."
"Could you... could you help me with my poster?" Megumi said and looked down at the floor with rosy cheeks.
Oh, how adorable he was.
"Of course." You smiled openly.
"Is that all you're going to take, Megumi?" Gojo appeared next to Tsumiki, holding a basket full of materials. "And these aren't even the best quality!" The white-haired man took the pens from your hand and put them back before he took a set of thirty-two pens that were almost twice as expensive as the ones Megumi had chosen earlier.
"More expensive doesn't always mean better quality."
"Trust me, Kamo-chan, this is the best brand out there!" Gojo put the set of pens in the basket. "Are you sure this is it?" He looked at the Fushiguro siblings and received a nod from Tsumiki and a blank stare from Megumi."I'll go to the cash register then!"
After buying all the materials at the stationery store, Gojo continued to guide you and the Fushiguro siblings around the place. Gojo walked through the mall as if he had been doing it for years, he seemed to know every corridor in the place. Maybe he was just used to the mall, and that wouldn't surprise you at all, since at eighteen, he was the most powerful of the Gojo clan and probably the richest as well.
"Would you do me a favor?" Gojo turned to you as you stopped in front of a boutique.
"It depends." You looked at him suspiciously.
"Could you try on some dresses for me?"
"What? Why do you want me to try on dresses for you?"
"Ah... well... you know... I have to go to a birthday party, and apparently it's rude not to bring a present for the birthday girl... you'd even believe me if I told you that you're both the same size." Gojo quickly explained, "It's just so I don't get the dress size wrong… since you're both the same size..."
"As long as it's quick, Tsumiki and Megumi have to start their schoolwork." You agreed without seeing many other possibilities than the most likely one. Not to mention the fact that you didn't want to have to deal with Gojo nagging you until he got what he wanted.
"You'll be a big help to me, Kamo-chan!"
"And don't call me that." You rolled your eyes as you entered the store with the trio.
"Tsumiki, Megumi, sit over there on the sofas, Kamo-chan and I have some hard work to do." Gojo handed the shopping bags to Tsumiki and turned to one of the shop assistants.
"Gojo-san, it is good to see you again." The woman smiled politely, "Would you like to see the pieces you asked me to separate?"
"Yes, I brought the model this time!" Gojo pointed at you with a big smile on his face.
"Then please follow me, Miss”
"What?" You looked between the attendant and Gojo without understanding anything.
"She'll take you to a fitting room," the white-haired man said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Have you been here?"
"Of course I have, I chose the dresses beforehand, I just needed an opportunity to bring you here! Now, without further ado, the sooner you try them on, the more rest time you'll have."
You gave Gojo one last uncertain look before following the saleswoman. She led you to one of the fitting rooms and asked you to wait there so she could bring you the dresses Gojo had chosen. You looked around the fitting room and noticed that it was larger than a traditional store fitting room, there was even a mini two-seater sofa in the corner.
"Here is the first dress." The woman handed you the dress before closing the door.
Holding the dress in your hand, you felt the softness of the fabric and the delicacy of the details. It was a long, one-shouldered vintage dress with fabric that graduated from dark pink to yellowish green at the edges. It had a lot of irregular embroidery along its length, along with several pink flowers, as if they were bouquets swaying in the wind. It was beautiful.
Gojo certainly had a good sense of fashion.
You took off your uniform and carefully put on the dress, afraid to ruin it. Your eyes traveled to your reflection in the huge mirror in the fitting room. The dress had fit you perfectly, as if it had been made for you.
But it wasn't for you, it was for Gojo's friend.
"You can come out when you're ready." The woman spoke from the other side.
With hands trembling slightly from the sudden, unfamiliar nervousness you were beginning to feel, you opened the dressing room door and stepped out almost in slow motion.
"Wow..." The woman in front of you said with parted lips, "You look magnificent." She held out her hand to you and you reluctantly accepted it. The attendant led you to where Gojo was sitting, now accompanied by Tsumiki and Megumi. "This is the first dress."
"Wow, Kamo-san!" Tsumiki looked in your direction with a twinkle in her eye, "You look like a princess."
"It's no big deal, Tsumiki." You smiled nervously in the girl's direction but then turned your attention to Gojo. "So, what did you think?"
"You're perf–" Gojo quickly stopped talking and scratched his throat, "That's a nice dress, but looking at it now, I don't think it's quite right for... the birthday girl. Could you try on another one?"
"Okay then." You sighed and turned around, ready to go back to the fitting room.
You sighed deeply as you received another dress from the saleswoman, this time a blue one. You felt like you were trying on several dresses of every color imaginable. They all had a different color, a different style. And there was no end to them ⸻ maybe Gojo made you try on every dress available in the store. You didn't know what number the dress you were trying on was, if it was the eighth or the fourteenth, you stopped counting after the fifth one you tried on.
But it was certainly the prettiest dress you tried on.
The dress looked more like a Vivienne Westwood wedding dress, but in a shade of blue.
And strangely enough, that blue reminded you of something you didn't seem to remember at the moment, but it certainly brought back vague memories of something.
When you came out of the fitting room, the woman serving you put her hands to her mouth, which was open in surprise.
"You look like a dream." The woman smiled happily, "You look magnificent, gorgeous, splendid, stunning...oh, I could spend all day praising your beauty in this dress, it looks like it was made just for you, and I'm not just talking about the size."
But again, the dress wasn't for you. It wasn't meant for you, so it couldn't possibly have been made for you.
"I think that was a bit of an exaggeration, but thank you."
"Gojo-san will love this, I'm sure."
"I hope..." You muttered. In fact, you were hoping that this would be the last dress to be tried on. They were all beautiful, but it seemed that none of them were to Gojo's taste ⸻ even though he had chosen all the ones you had tried on. It had been minutes, perhaps hours, since you had been there, and the constant changing of dresses had become tiresome.
You followed the attendant, taking the same route you had been taking for minutes ⸻ but which seemed like an eternity to you ⸻, to show Gojo the dresses.
"This is the last dress of your choice." The attendant said, drawing the attention of Gojo, who was teasing Megumi.
Gojo turned abruptly toward you, and at the same moment, his round sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his bluish orbs.
So that was it... The blue of the dress resembled the blue of his eyes.
Obviously the bright, crystal blue of Gojo's eyes couldn't be replicated in a shade of fabric, but in a way they were similar.
"This is the one..." Gojo almost sighed, as if he lacked the words ⸻ or perhaps it was the air he lacked.
"This is definitely the best choice!" The attendant smiled excitedly at Gojo's choice, "We'll pack it up now so you can take it with you."
You returned to the fitting room again, this time relieved that you didn't have to try on any more clothes. You changed back into your uniform and handed the dress to the attendant before heading to the Fushiguro siblings while Gojo paid for his friend's birthday present.
"I think it's time to go home!" Gojo smiled after returning from the cashier with the dress.
Gojo drove all the way to Kyoto to drop you off at home. Megumi and Tsumiki slept in the backseat while the low sound of the radio mixed with their breathing. You had to stop yourself from turning around and looking at this extremely cute scene.
"You know, there's a spare room in my apartment..."
"I'm not moving into your apartment Gojo..." You sighed.
"I know you always refuse my offer, but you can still sleep there for just one night if you want," Gojo looked away from the road for a few seconds, "You could, I don't know, spend a night there, the brats love you, so they'd like it."
"I'll think about it..."
"Really, that would help Megumi's mood a lot." Gojo laughed softly. "Tsumiki is an angel, but it seems that the devil lives in Megumi's body and you're the only one who can tame this devil."
"I've already expressed my opinion on the matter, Gojo."
"Stop teasing and annoying Megumi and blah blah blah," Gojo said in a thin tone of voice, as if he wanted to imitate you, but in a more provocative way.
"Stop being an idiot, Gojo." A small laugh escaped your lips.
"Hey?! Did I just make the serious Kamo-chan laugh?" Gojo smiled provocatively in your direction.
"No." The seriousness returned to your face.
"Oh come on, you should smile more." Gojo tapped his fingers on the steering wheel "Or maybe that's why Megumi likes you so much, you're the same."
You looked seriously in Gojo's direction. Ah, but if looks could kill...
"Come on, that's the first time I've seen you express a genuine laugh in the three years I've known you!"
"Maybe you're just not funny enough to make me laugh."
"WHAT?!" Satoru suddenly braked the car.
"Gojo!" You said in a repressive tone. "You're going to wake up the kids like that, and you've gone crazy braking the car like that?"
"First of all, I almost drove by your apartment, and secondly, how come you don't find me funny?" Gojo turned off the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned toward you.
"I just don't find it funny, there's not much explanation." You shrugged.
"Oh come on, don't be so cruel to me! You just laughed at me."
"I wasn't laughing at you!"
"Are you gaslighting me?"
"Really?" Your eye roll was enough to make Gojo smile sideways, "Look, I'm off, have a good afternoon and don't forget to give the kids some real food." You quickly got out of the car with your small backpack and looked for the key to your building.
"Kamo-chan, wait a minute," Gojo got out of the car and walked in your direction.
"What is it this time, Gojo?"
"You forgot this." He lifted the bag in his right hand, showing the store brand of the dress Gojo had bought as a gift.
"What do you mean?" You looked at him confused. "But isn't that your friend's present?"
"I lied, I don't have any friends having a birthday."
"Why did you lie?"
"I was afraid you would refuse the dress as a thank-you. Look, you've helped me a lot with all this childcare stuff, and I wanted to thank you in some way, and I thought the dress would be a good start."
"Gojo, I have no occasion to wear that dress, and not to mention it's extremely expensive, I didn't need something so expensive."
"I know you'll have a chance to use it, and you should seriously stop worrying about my money."
"It's just that..." You looked at your own reflection in Gojo's glasses and took the bag held out to you. "Thank you. The dress is beautiful."
"Of course the dress is beautiful, I chose it myself!" Gojo smiled smugly. "I think I'd better go, the brats have school tomorrow."
"Uhm, thanks again."
"It was nothing." Gojo smiled before getting back into the car.
Your hand tightened on the handle of the bag as you made your way to your apartment. When you were finally safely inside your apartment, your cheeks began to soak from the tears that kept flowing. This was the first gift you had received in years. It was the first time in years that you felt special. In that moment, you felt like the child you never had the chance to be. Maybe this was the closest you had ever felt to a normal life...
Yeah, perhaps Gojo had an admirable side beneath all that ego.
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A New Victim
Sam Carpenter x Reader
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Notes: 1st part of a lil mini-series, had to post something for Halloween, will contain suspected Scream warnings eventually
Summary: You knew something of the rumors surround your classmate, Tara but you never took them seriously. However you find yourself wrapped up in the real life horror story.
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You had heard the rumors about Tara Carpenter and her sister circulating around campus. The rumors didn’t bother you much. Or rather they didn’t persuade you to treat your classmate, Tara, any differently than you would treat anyone else.
Some people were afraid to interact with her in fear of pissing her off. They were more afraid that getting on Tara’s bad side would alert her sister, Sam.
Now Sam was a little scary. You had seen her with Tara a few times. The woman looked like her primary state of being was upset. She looked like a very serious figure.
You didn’t blame her. Their whole group of friends had almost been murdered. Instead of sympathy and compassion the public offered accusations and scrutiny. So much so that they moved away from their hometown to escape the media.
“You’re friends with my sister, right?”
You were sat under a tree on campus the first time you heard Sam speak. Looking at her this close made your heart flutter. She was an attractive woman and that was enough to make you sweat a bit.
Unable to speak for a moment, you nod dumbly.
Sam ignores it and continues with her questioning,” Have you seen her today? I’ve been looking for her everywhere and I can’t find her.”
“She left class a bit early today. I think she said something about Chad needing her help with something.”
Sam rolls her eyes, “Of course she did. I’m Sam by the way, sorry to interrupt you."
Before you can say your own name, the younger Carpenter sister is shouting it as she approaches the tree with Chad trailing behind her.
“Y/n! Don’t mind my overprotective and obsessive sister. What ever she threatened you with, I can promise she won’t do.”
“Where have you been? Y/n told me you left class to meet Chad.”
Tara glares at the girl sitting,” You told her I skipped.”
You shrug,” She seemed worried, so I just told her you left with Chad.”
“Where I am is none of her business. She has my number if she’s looking for me.”
Sam scoffs, “Having your number doesn’t mean shit if you don’t answer your fucking phone.”
“I think we should all just calm down for a second, okay. Tara is safe and everything is fine,” Chad tries to de-escalate the situation.
“No, it’s not fine Chad. Why is my sister skipping classes to meet up with you? And why isn’t she answering my text or calls?”
Y/n had no place in this conversation, but she felt like moving away would only cause a bigger fuss.
“Because we were fucking. Is that what you want to hear Sam?”
Sam runs a hand through her hair,” I don’t care that you’re fucking. I care that I can’t get in contact with you when I’m worried about you.”
“What are you worried about?”
Sam looks at the girl as if she’s grown two heads,” Are you fucking serious Tara?”
Tara groans,” We aren’t there anymore, Sam. We left Woodsboro. No one is coming after us. So why should I have to live my life in paranoia because you can’t move on?”
“Fine, you know what I'm done. Don't pretend you don't have that feeling like someone is always fucking watching us. Don't pretend like what happened back there doesn’t fucking traumatize you and make it hard to live your day-to-day life. But most of all don’t act like there aren’t psychos out there willing to try to fucking replicate that shit because it happens every fucking time, Tara.”
Sam storms off after that. Tara’s eyes soften for a moment before her mask comes back on. Chad goes to rest his hand on her shoulder, but she shakes him off.
It’s only then that her eyes land on you, “You must feel like it’s your lucky day getting front row tickets to the freak show.”
You shook your head, “It’s none of my business, so I don’t really care.”
Chad senses that there’s more you want to say, “But…”
“But your sister kind of has a point. There’s a lot of sick fucks out there that have a weird obsession over him and over y’all. Entire internet communities are filled with those kinds of people. It’s a little naïve to think that just because you moved away that you’re safe.”
Neither Tara nor Chad like the way the last sentence sounds in your voice. They both eye you suspiciously. That’s when you realize what you said could come off wrong.
You began to sputter and put your hands up in surrender, “I’m just agreeing with Sam.”
Chad wasn’t convinced, but Tara had known you a little better. She knew that your awkward demeanor was tried and true.
“Anything else you want to pile on, Y/n?”
You look between the standing pair,” You left class to fuck your boyfriend?”
That leaves them both blushing rapidly. Tara quickly spews out, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
While Chad opts for, “We did not hook up.”
You laugh at their response. Unfortunately for you, this brought you a step to close to the kids from Woodsboro in the eyes of Ghostface.
The killer had watched the entire interaction from start to finish. From the moment Sam approached you, the killer began analyzing you.
They saw the potential interest you had in Sam and your budding friendship with Tara as enough reason to add you to their list.
Tara and Chad eventually left you alone. Shortly after their departure you decided that it was time for you to leave as well.
It was still daylight when you decided to make your way to your apartment. There was a pit in your stomach as you walked. Though the streets were crowded, it felt like someone was staring at you.
You wanted to dismiss the feeling, but you checked your surroundings first. It was almost as if the crowd had faded away and the sounds of the bustling New York streets came to a halt.
Staring at you from across the street, was Ghostface. In your mind this wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been. You had stopped walking, almost paralyzed in your spot.
The killer sent a wave your way, before dragging their finger across their neck. You shut your eyes as you stood still. You were trying to convince yourself that when you opened them, you’d wake up from a dream.
When you feel a body collide with yours, you shriek and push the person away. Your eyes shoot open instantly.
You don’t know if it’s lucky or unlucky that Samantha Carpenter was on the ground in front of you.
The woman wanted to yell at you, but the look of terror on your face stopped her. It was like you were in a trance, your eyes were glued to a spot across the street. Sam looks in that direction but doesn’t see anything.
She slowly picks herself off of the floor. She’s hesitant to touch you, so instead she just calls your name, “Y/n, what was that about?”
You turn your attention to the woman, but you look physically ill, and she takes note of that.
“I saw- He’s going to kill me. Oh fuck, I’m going to throw up.”
The bile quickly rises up your throat. You rush to the end of the street and hunch over.
Sam is instantly by your side. She holds your hair with one hand and rubs your back with the other. The Carpenter sister couldn’t really make out what you said the first time.
Once you finish vomiting, she wants to question you again, but refrains from doing so. Though it is against her own set of strict rules, you look unwell, and she can’t leave you like this in good conscious.
The apartment is close by, so she helps you stand and guides you to her apartment. You don’t say anything during the walk, you barely have even the cognizance to pick up your feet.
The only image that keeps replaying in your head is the cloaked figure dragging their finger across their throat. It makes you want to puke all over again.
When she enters the apartment it’s a full house. Tara, Chad, Anika, Mindy, Ethan, and Quinn; were all congregated in the living room.
Sam motions the people on the couch to move out of the way. She sits you up straight and everyone is silent.
“Who is that? I thought we strictly had a no one, except Quinn's hook ups and us, in this apartment rules.” Mindy is the first to speak up.
“Why is Y/n here and why does she look like that?” Tara gives her sister a pointed look.
“Don’t look at me I found her on the street like this. She shoved me to the ground and vomited in the street.”
“Poor thing,” Quinn reacts to Sam’s words.
“Did she say anything? Because it looks like she’s a walking zombie,” Ethan adds.
Sam nods, “She did, but I didn’t understand her and seconds later she was puking.”
Anika nudges Tara,” She’s your friend, try to get through to her.”
Tara slowly approaches Y/n. She gets eye level with the girl who seems to be in a catatonic state.
“Y/n, what happened? Talk to me,” Tara’s voice is gentle when she speaks. A side of her that no one in the house is used to seeing emerges.
You begin to tremble, and your eyes suddenly come alive. Your voice is shaky,” He’s going to kill me."
It was a whisper, but Tara heard you perfectly clear. Sam notices her sister’s body tense after the words left your lips.
“Who?”
You begin to shake your head as tears start to stream down your face. Your head buries itself in your hands.
“I saw him, across the street,” your throat burns as you spoke.
Sam hears that part and interjects herself in the conversation,” Who did you see Y/n?”
“Ghostface.”
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Better Than Revenge
after your boyfriend cheats on you with your best friend, you want revenge, and luckily, he has a very hot brother...
[Warning- Smut, Revenge sex, name calling, cheating (both Harry and reader gets cheated on), unrotected sex (pulling out doesn't make babies or std go away), Just me being a petty bitch tbh]
A/N- She's a short one
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Two people you trusted your whole life with.
Two people who knew your ups and downs.
Two people who knew your darkest secrets.
Two people who decided to forget all the years together and stabbed you in the back.
And they deserved everything that was coming for them.
You knew your "best friend's" parents were super stricts, relationships and boys were out of the door for them so fucking your best friend's boyfriend? You knew she be in deep shit.
So you sent them screenshots of their chats along with a picture of her riding him.
Did it make you sad to do that to someone you were ready to take a bullet for? yes
Did it also feel great to get back at her? fuck yeah.
Now for your tool of ex-boyfriend you knew exactly what to do.
You see, William was jealous of his brother, not only cause he was the better looking of two but also cause he did so without any effort and unlike him he was kind.
You also might or might not have had a little crush on him in the start.
You walked quitely into your ex-boyfriend's house, making sure he didn't see you and then tip toed to his brother, Harry's room. Quickly, you got inside and locked the door behind you, hearing for any noises.
"Y/N?" He called out. You turned to see him, cozy in grey sweatpants and an oversized sweater sitting on his desk with books opened, headphones on probably doing his homework, "Are you okay? Did Will do something?" He asked.
"Do you know where your girlfriend is?" You asked him. He tilted his head to the side, confused and shook his head. You sighed, understanding that he didn't even know what had been going on for the past four months and then felt bad for what you were about to tell him.
"Your girlfriend and my best friend is fucking your brother" You said rolling your eyes. You walked beside him near the deak and showed him your phone, the pics sent by your friend, and the texts.
Harry watched everything in horror, feeling sadness overtake him. It wasn't like he was in love with her or that they were serious or something, but getting cheated on sucked especially when it's your own brother.
That was the part that hurt him the most. His own blood did this to him.
After the sadness came anger and he saw red. He gave you your phone back and started walking towards his bedroom door, ready to beat Will's ass.
But you stopped him.
You knew Will only did this to get a reaction out from Harry. It felt like he always had to do something to have an upper hand over his brother, whether it's was right or wrong,
and you had a better plan for revenge anyway.
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The car was now fogged up as Harry removed his lips from yours, travelling south to your jaw.
"Fuck" You whimpered out at the feeling and started to grind your hips over base of his cock sitting on his lower belly.
You questioned yourself right then. Why were you with the other brother anyway? William was attractive don't get her wrong, but Harry? He looked like he belonged in an art gallery.
Especially naked.
"God, you're so pretty. Why the fuck were you with that piece of shit?" He asked bucking his hips upward sending shock waves through your body as it rubbed over your throbbing clit.
"Don't know" You moaned grinding your hips faster, "You have bigger cock anyway" Your head fell on his shoulder, the tingling on the end of your spine threatened to unravel.
"Yeah," He said, chuckling. His right hand went to your wist while his left came up to your neck, seizing all your movement. He pulled your head back, forcing your eyes open.
"Want me to fuck you dumb baby?" He asked rhetorically, "So good you will not even remember his name" He said pushing you back a bit, with his right hand he lined up his dick to your weeping pussy.
He looked up, and you gave him a nod. That's all needed cause, next thing you know he's slamming into you.
You let out a broken, loud moan, not even bothering to concel your noises. The thrill of revenge fucking in your ex boyfriend's favourite car knowing he was about to walk towards you two any minute with your "best friend" drove you crazy.
His left hand stayed on your neck while his right slide down your body again and rested on your clit. He didn't even apply pressure, just a feather of touch, making you want more yet still feeling too much.
Harry didn't know if it was the anger or that you looked like an absolute sin riding his cock that made him want to just stay there forever, in your warm tight cunt.
How could that fucking idiot cheat on someone like you?
But he had a feeling Will only dated you cause he knew Harry once had a crush on you, and he would get one more opportunity to tell everyone he's with the girl his brother had a crush on.
Or how much of a loser Harry is.
Well, who was the loser now, though?
"God, look at you, baby. Haven't got a good dicking in a while have you?" He mocked, "You're almost gagging for it" He shook his head taunting, and smirked when your clenched around him as an approval.
"Fuck no" You panted out, "Had to get myself off myself after sex. Fuckwit didn't even know where clit was" You laughed along with Harry.
"Poor baby" He pouted and slid down a little in the seat planting both legs on the car floor and then fucking up into you with an unforgiving pace.
He was feeling his orgasm close and seeing the time on his phone sitting beside him he knew Will was about to walk towards the car to go out with his friends and he wanted you coming right in front of him.
"You gonna come, baby?" He asked applying a bit pressure on your clit, his hand move from your neck to your behind groaping your ass.
"God she could never feel like this, your pussy feels so good like it was made for me. My personal little fleshlight" He said sucking hickeys on your neck. He wanted everyone to see what he did to you, wanted everyone to know he made you limp walk next day in college.
He also knew he would be back begging you to fuck him again.
You looked out of the window and saw the main door open. Will and Mia walked towards the car, giggling, unaware of what was going on inside.
Harry felt his phone chime beside him and saw a 'miss you' text from his girlfriend ex-girlfriend.
He decided not to reply and rubbed your clit faster making your moans along with his louder.
"Have all mind to just come inside you, babe. Have you knocked up and let everyone know you're mine and not that dickhead's" He said with his pace now faltering, his own orgasm approaching.
"Yes, please," you whined out and leaned down to kiss him. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, and you came all around his cock with a loud moan.
Harry not far behind pulled out of you and came all over your pussy and lower tummy, your lips not leaving his once.
"What the fuck?!" A feminine scream came from beside him and you smirked against his lips feeling the satisfaction seep into you. You bit down on Harry's lips, making him whimper for change.
You pulled away to see the two people looking at you with wide eyes. William's angry eyes on his brother while Mia's flicked between you two.
"What is all this? You whore, I didn't gave you attention for few days and you fucked my brother!" William screamed reaching out his hand to probably yank you away from Harry but before he could Harry stopped his hand and twisted it as far as he could making him cry out in pain.
"Fucking touch her and see what happens" he growled and you sweared your pussy skipped a beat.
"You're my best friend. How could you do this?" Mia started crying, and you rolled your eyes at her audacity.
"You have been fucking mine for four months. You have no place to talk about girl code" you said, looking her straight in eyes and seeing them widened in horror and realization.
"I- That-" She started stumbling over her words but just cut her off, "Save it"
"So this is what? a revenge? Fucking my brother!" William screamed. You looked at him over your shoulder and smirked, putting your head down on Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your lower waist.
"You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes"
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As I'm sure many of you are already aware, Did You Know Gaming (who have been doing some really great investigative work lately) recently put out a video on canceled Sonic games. The whole thing's worth a watch, but I have to bring it up here specifically because they talk about the plans for Sonic Chronicles 2 with a LOT of new info directly from the lead designer.
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The section on how the story of Sonic Chronicles 2 would have went starts at 9:45. It's very interesting! He outlines the whole plot, including the fact that they were going to end with ANOTHER obvious plot hook for a sequel in the hopes that they or some other studio could keep the Sonic Chronicles series going indefinitely. Sonic Team even claimed they were interested in using Chronicles characters like Shade in other games. It's crazy to imagine a timeline where this might have become a pillar of the franchise.
I refuse to mourn the loss of the sequel, though, because y'all saw me stream the original. It was miserable. And with the original game selling and reviewing decently well, they would have had little reason to go back to the drawing board and overhaul that game's bizarrely hateful design.
Of course, DYKG also had to talk about the reason why the game was canceled. I was dreading this because of how often people tend to get the basic facts of the Penders cases wrong or downplay the obvious Archie Knuckles inspiration in Chronicles. But no, they did their homework! And they got the details right in part because, well... they asked Penders for comment directly. And he sent them back a MASSIVE wall of text about the whole ordeal, including some fascinating details that I don't believe I've heard before!
You can go to 15:19 in the video and scrub through to read the many, MANY screencaps of their emails from Ken, but here are the most interesting and/or hilarious tidbits to me:
#1: Perjury!
As we already knew, Ken claimed that the incomplete, photocopied contract Archie presented in court was a forgery, and that he had never signed a work for hire contract.
The judge obviously knew that one side had to be lying here, and thus was more than willing to present the case to a jury to let them decide the truth... and send whoever was deemed the liar to jail for perjury. (The judge apparently looked Ken directly in the eye when he said this, which... well, make of that what you will.)
Archie's lawyers knew that they didn't have a completely airtight case and obviously did not want to go to jail. So they decided to settle instead of going to trial in front of a jury.
(I will reiterate that Archie's arguments not working out is overall a GOOD thing, because we really do not want to set a legal precedent where corporations can "lose" a contract for a creator, make up a story about what was on the contract, and then have that hold up in court. They gotta get that shit in writing. And they didn't. They fucked up!)
#2: Sega was threatening to revoke the Sonic license!
As we knew, Sega wanted nothing to do with the comic copyright lawsuit. To them, it was Archie's job as licensee to deal with their freelancers. (Y'all watch Succession? You know how Logan loves lackeys who will eat shit for him without him having to even hear about the problem? Yeah.) And, in fact, according to Ken, Sega gave Archie an ultimatum: if they wanted their license to make Sonic comics renewed, they were gonna have to deal with Ken on their own, and cover all the costs.
Yeah, uh, this kinda makes me think that Sega being pissed about the ongoing Scott Fulop copyright case in 2016 may have been a bigger factor in Archie Sonic's cancellation than I previously thought. There was a lot going on at the time that could have contributed, but, y'know.
Anyway, Archie sued Ken for "damaging their business" largely because Sega was threatening to take away the Sonic IP. But because Archie couldn't ask Sega for help and they couldn't produce an original contract, they had to settle.
There's another detail I find funny here, though. Ken WANTED Sega to get involved in the comic copyright case, thinking that Sega would strongarm Archie into paying him the millions of dollars he wanted for "using his work without permission" so that they could be done with it. I mean, sure. I guess Sega wouldn't have cared about Archie's finances, but still. I'm not so sure that would've worked out for him.
#3: Shade!
Yes, Penders still claims he legally owns Shade, and under advice from his lawyer still intends to put out an NFT of her to put his claim to the test. Yes, it's incredible that he still hasn't put out the damn NFT. It only needs to be one image, which he already drew! The market has collapsed!
Anyway, building an argument off the legal concept of estoppel, he says that if Sega continues to not do anything about his claims that he owns Shade then, in the eyes of the court, they'll be forfeiting their claims to Shade altogether. But they aren't going to do anything because they never wanted any part in the copyright battles in the first place, and to them Chronicles is a long dead asset not worth fighting over. Why bother trying to use Shade again and giving Ken a reason to take them back to court when they can just move on? It's not like this franchise is short on characters. And so Ken can say that Shade and Julie-Su are literally the same character, and if he owns Julie-Su then therefore he also owns Shade.
Our copyright system is, indeed, a nightmare. Chronicles should have been halfway to the public domain by now.
#4: Sega's oversight on the Archie comics!
Ken says that in his first year on the series Sega only requested some dialogue changes here and there through the editor. They never requested huge script changes, and also never spoke to Ken directly. After that first year, they stopped asking for dialogue changes altogether, and Ken "had a free hand to do pretty much whatever he wanted." Yeah, no surprise there.
He does, however, say that Archie's original deal with Sega stated that they weren't allowed to create ANY new Sonic characters without informing Sega. They would've needed to make a contract every single time to get Sega's approval and make it absolutely crystal clear that Sega owned the whole cast. And then Archie just... didn't do that! And didn't tell any of the freelance creatives not to come up with new characters! Had Archie followed this rule, the trajectory of the comics would have been completely different, but there also never would've been a copyright battle in the first place.
What a shitshow. Truly.
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Crossed Lines. Kai Anderson Smut.
Holy shit y’all. Here it is. My longest fic so far. Over 3,000 words lol. So this is something I came up with in my deranged head after watching YOU on Netflix. I hope you enjoy, my little princesses. WARNINGS! Slapping. Spanking. Attempted assault. (not by Kai) Toxic relationship. Brutal violence. Fingering. Oral! Male recieving! PnV! Unprotected sex. Injury.
You had it.
Kai was downstairs screaming nonsense at his members. You started packing your bag. You both had gotten into a terrible fight because you refused to participate in killing someone.
“It’s time you prove to me your loyalty.” Kai had said to you.
“Prove my loyalty? For gods sake Kai. I’m not going to kill someone!” You responded back sharply.
“Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear. I’m not giving you a choice.” He said coldly. You balled up your fists.
“I said. No.”
He slapped you in response. After the shock, You slapped him back. You both stood there in silence before you marched away. Never would you allow someone to put their hands on you. You couldn’t go lower than you already had by being with him. He had taken your virginity two weeks ago, left you in a sweaty, aching pool in bed. He hadn’t even pleasured you. Just took it and left you laying there. You teared up at the memory as you continued packing and finished shoving in your last shirt.
You were wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans, your sneakers hit the floor as you slammed the bedroom door behind you and you walked down the hallway. Passing his dead parents room, you heard rushing behind you and you turned, ready to scream at Kai for chasing you down but instead you found winter starting at you in horror.
“What are you doing?” She questioned you and you pointed to your backpack.
“What does it look like?” You snapped at her and she looked around nervously.
“You can’t leave. Kai won’t let you. If you try, he’ll hunt you down and bring you back here. I don’t want him to hurt you.”
You chuckled humorously. “He already has.” You started to move away but she grabbed your arm.
“I’m begging you. Don’t leave. I promise I can try to help you here. But just stay. He won’t rest until he finds you.” You jerked out of her hold and left the house without another word.
You stayed at a friends house, your childhood best friend who you hadn’t seen in several weeks after getting together with Kai. Who called your phone over 100 times when you left that night. You had to get a new phone with some of your stolen cash you took from the house. You imagined the horrible text messages he no doubt sent you, threatening you and telling you how pathetic it was that you left.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go out with us tonight?” Your friend asked with sad eyes. “I don’t want to leave you here by yourself.” She told you.
“No, it’s okay, y/f/n. I’ll be fine. He won’t find me here.”
She left blowing you a kiss and you quickly put on your only pair of sneakers and you left the house in the opposite direction. There was a book store open late and you were dying to get your hands on a book, to distract you from what you’d done.
As you walked down the street, that’s when you paused in fear.
Someone, a man, stood yards away from you, wearing a clown mask. You knew it wasn’t Kai, his mask was different but you knew in your gut it was part of his cult. You gasped and ran back to the apartment, slamming and locking the door behind you.
But Winter was standing there in the living room. Her expression down as she came to you. Holding a knife. You backed away from her, holding your hands up. You were bigger than her, you knew you could force her away from you but she had a weapon. If Kai demanded her, she would do whatever he asked.
“If you just come back calmly, we won’t have to hurt you.” She said, desperate for you to listen. “Please, Y/n, come back peacefully. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Really? Is that why you stand by Kai and his insanity? You’re all fucking crazy!” You yelled at her.
“Just calm down. Please. He’s been even worse without you. He sent us to come get you and bring you back. He’s not going to hurt you anymore.” She pleaded, coming closer.
“He never should have hurt me in the first place.” You replied to her.
The door burst open and the other clown came in. He was Holding a pair of handcuffs. He lunged at you. You ran to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing the kitchen scissors. Winter neared you as well. You swung them wildly at both of them. “Get the fuck away from me.” You said to both of them, hating yourself for almost crying. “I’ll call the cops and tell them everything.”
“Shut your mouth.” The male said, growling at you as he pulled out another knife.
“Fuck you. And fuck Kai.” You screamed. “How did he know where I was?”
“He always knew where you were, he just waited for the right time.” Winter said.
You took off in a run, the bedroom had a large window you could escape from. You darted inside the room, yanking open the window but before you could climb out, a large hand clapped over your mouth and yanked you back. You moved rapidly, kicking and then you bit down on the hand.
“Fucking bitch.” The male said and threw you on the bed.
He tore off his mask. He was a new member you hadn’t met before. “Enough of this shit. Kai doesn’t get to have all the fun.” He lustfully looked at your body and you shrank back in fear.
He sliced off your pants with the knife, cutting your skin as he ripped them off. “Help!” You screamed but he hit you hard across the face.
“Stop it! Kai will kill you!” Winter screamed at him as she tried to stab him with the knife but he was stronger than both of you.
He yanked your legs apart and started to grind down his erection on you. You clawed at his face, scratching and you hit him as hard as you could. He winced and gave you the opportunity to try and run. But as you made to run, he grabbed your ankle and dragged you back. He flipped you on your back, aiming the knife above your face. You covered your face with your arms.
“No!” A new voice came and you all stopped fighting each other. You looked up, still pinned to the floor.
Kai stood at the door. Wearing all black, just like you and his eyes were burning with rage as he saw the mystery man holding onto you. Your pants sliced off and blood dripping down your legs.
You blacked out from fear, everything going dark.
You came too, unsure of how much time had passed and you knew where you were. You were in Kai’s basement on the couch. Your bare legs were scratched and a hand print circled your ankle. You were alone.
You burst into tears. You never wanted to see inside this basement again.
“No need for tears, y/n.” Kai’s voice interrupted you and you whipped around to see him standing in a dark corner. He came out, wearing a button down shirt and black sweatpants. He was holding a first aid kit.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You said to him, hating how your voice was breaking from crying. He came over to you, ignoring how you tried to disappear as he sat next to you.
He took you leg but you yanked it back. “Don’t touch me.” You shrieked at him and he paused.
“You’re hurt. These need to be addressed.” He said matter of fact.
“Then I’ll do it myself.” You said sharply at him. Holding out your hand for the kit. Blood dripped from the lacerations on your thighs and Kai shook his head, disappointed.
“No. Let me do it. And then we’ll talk.” He pulled your leg back, more forceful and both your legs were across his lap. You stayed silence as he gently padded your wounds with saline, it only stung a little.
His fingers expertly wrapped you in bandages, and he secured them with tape. He had never been this gentle with you before. You stilled as he leaned down and pressed kisses along the white bandages, you weren’t able to move as he moved over to you. His hands gliding over your arms and shoulders. “I thought he was going to kill you.” He whispered, his lips finding your cheeks. And nose. He continued kissing your face, as they grew sloppier.
You hated yourself for not moving away from him quicker, hating yourself for loving the new affection he was giving you. Kai’s lips moved towards yours and you finally moved away, getting up, standing and limping a few feet away.
“I can’t stay here, Kai.” You stood your ground, forcing yourself to be strong.
Kai’s mouth pressed into a line and you could see his patience was wearing thin. “you already left me, Y/n. You tried to hide from me and look what happened. You got hurt. What would have happened if I hadn’t stepped in?” He reminded you.
“You’ve hurt me, Kai! You hit me! You give me no attention. You never hug me. Kiss me. Or anything. You just used me one time for sex and you just left me laying there like I was just something to fuck! You hurt me more than he did!” You screamed at him. “Of course I left. I couldn’t take it anymore.” It felt so good to let it all out.
“Is that what this is about?” His tone was short. “Just because I don’t hug you enough?”
“You didn’t listen to a word I fucking said.” You almost ripped your hair out at the root. “Let me go. I don’t want to be apart of this insanity.”
Kai stood up quickly and met you, you tried to cower back but his grip firmly locked on your jaw. “You can’t leave, little lamb. You mean too much to me.” He whispered.
“Bullshit.” You tried to move away but his hold was too tight, nearly bruising.
“Losing you only made me realize how much I want you. You deserve to be treated like a queen, lamb. You know that? Let me prove it to you.”
“How?” You said, exhausted from fighting.
Kai whistled. Several seconds later and all his members came flooding down, dragging the man who attacked you by his elbows. You jerked away from the man, and Kai lightly held you by the arm.
“Gentlemen, bring this traitor before me.” He commanded and they at once brought the tied man to his knees before Kai. His mouth was gagged and his arms and legs were tied with thick rope.
He shook violently as he tried to get out. Kai chuckled and you gasped as he pulled out a long blade from Speedwagon.
Kai knelt down, meeting the man eye to eye. “You really fucked up, didn’t you? Trying to touch what’s mine? Hurting her? I had to bandage her delicate flesh. You spilled her blood. Now, I get to spill yours.” Your heart hammered as the man screamed behind his gag.
Kai lunged forward, stabbing him multiple times, you wanted to cover your eyes but you couldn’t as Kai grabbed him by the head and slit the blade across his throat. Blood gushed from his neck as he fell over, dead within seconds.
Kai turned towards you with a sick smirk on his face. He dropped the blade. “Leave us. Reflect on what happens if anyone of you dare come close to touching what belongs to me.”
Everyone left, taking the body with them. You trembled. Kai had just murdered for you. Was this all part of his manipulation? His previous gentle touch. Was that all part of his act he was so good at?
“Was that supposed to make me stay? Just because you murdered him?” Kai clicked his tongue and his thumb wiped away a free falling tear on your cheek.
“Stop talking about leaving. You belong to me, y/n. We will always be together.” You shook your head and Kai’s jaw tightened.
“Stop doing that. Stop fucking denying me.” He was getting louder. You flinched back before you could help it.
“Stop it, Kai. You can’t just get what you want this way.” you half expected him to scream at you more but instead, Kai dropped to his knees beneath you.
His hands rubbed up and down your bare thighs, grazing the band of your underwear. Your stomach dropped as his head rested on your stomach.
“No. I’m not going to lose you.” He said quietly, you felt his mouth on your bare skin as he lifted your shirt. “You’re right…I should have treated you better.” His hot mouth peppered kisses along your hips and you couldn’t pull away as he gripped the back of your thighs.
“What are you doing?” You half moaned at the end as he started sucking your skin.
“Don’t you see? There’s not a line, in the world, that I wouldn’t cross for you.” Kai pleaded, looking up at you with dark eyes.
You wanted to give in, despite how wrong it was. Your hands settled on his shoulders and kai took the opportunity to lift you, forcing your legs around his waist as he carried you to the couch. He set you down, your legs straddling his waist as he sat down. You atop of him.
Kai leaned forward as you settled on his lap. His lips finding your pulse point as he kissed your neck, his tongue finding your sensitive spots as you shuddered. His hands pulled your sweatshirt up, exposing your torso and bra. His mouth found the valley of your breasts as he started tearing your bra off, yanking the sweatshirt over your head.
Kai moved with urgency as he wrapped his lips around your perked nipple, sucking gently and your head fell back. This felt so good. This was what you wanted secretly. His lips on you. His teeth pulled at the bud, and you moaned as he rolled his clothed dick into you.
“See, how much I want you, princess?” He whispered. His mouth found yours in a feverish kiss. He opened his mouth, forcing you to the same and he shoved his tongue in your mouth. He had never kissed you like this, never with such brutal passion. His left hand wrapped around the back of your head as he deepens the kiss by sucking your lower lip.
Your hands went into his hair as he continued kissing you, sloppily as your center grew wetter and wetter as he thrusted his hips up. “Kai.” You whimpered.
Kai shoved you face forward on the couch, you gasped as he slapped your ass. You heard his belt undo and you heard him fumble with his pants as he yanked them down. His hands found your neck as he pressed the tip inside you as you were on all fours.
Your body jolted with wetness as he started slamming into you, deep enough that your walls clenched around him. You felt full as pleasure grew in your belly. His other hand found your hair as he shoved his fingers inside your mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me.” He said, you obeyed. Licking his fingers and he pulled them out and started playing with your clit.
Your breath constricted. He hadn’t touched you like this before. His fingers circled your clit rapidly, as he slammed his hips against your ass. Both your bodies moved against each other. “Kai, I’m close.” You groaned.
“Cum for me. Show me.” He slapped your ass again and you nearly screamed as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Your body halted as you felt him empty inside you, you didn’t worry as you were still on birth control.
Seconds passed and he turned you around, his swollen cock in your face. “Open that pretty little mouth.” You leaned forward and licked the tip to the baseline of his dick. “I want you to taste how good we are together.” His head lolled to the side as you started sucking gently.
Your teeth very lightly grazed the tip and he moaned deep within his chest as you bobbed your head up and down, the tip brushing your gag reflex.
“That’s it, choke on daddy’s cock, little lamb.” He encouraged and pulled your hair back, too hard but you didn’t mind the pressure.
He moved into your mouth and you gagged, your jaw tightening as he filled your mouth. “Fuck. Fucking shit.” He muttered as you licked him again.
He pulled back. “Your turn.” You didn’t have time to think as he pushed you back, pushing your legs open. He knelt on the floor. Grabbing the back of your ass as he pulled your pussy to his face. He wrapped his lips around your clit, you let out little gasps as he laid his tongue flat against you, your folds convulsing as he lapped at your pussy, diving inside you and then dragging his tongue back to your clit.
You rode his face as he licked you, “You taste so fucking good,” he praised you. “You’re such a pathetic little slut, you know that? So wet for me.”
Your pleasure grew as it was about to burst.
Kai didn’t let you come, stopping right before you exploded. You let out a whine as he crawled over you, shoving his cock inside you, filling you up to the brim. “Come on, you can moan better than that.” He said, thrusting deep inside you.
Your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin but he couldn’t care less. Your head pressed against his shoulder as he moved, his cock touching the deepest parts of you.
Your release came in a wildfire, you let out a loud scream, panting as he came to his finish. Spilling into you, both of your orgasm merging together as he let out a loud moan. He shook as he emptied inside you. You both tried to catch your breath as he stayed inside you for several seconds. He finally pulled out.
He cleaned himself up with a rag, he dragged the cloth over you as you mewled at the feeling.
He slid his boxers on and you put your underwear back on. You expected him to leave but he laid next to you on the couch, pulling your body near his as he pressed your head against his chest. You were quiet as his fingers lightly traced your bare skin of your back.
Soon, your eyes drifted shut, and you felt a uncharacteristic light kiss on your forehead. You looked at him through your lashes and he met your gaze. He stayed silent as you reached up, pressing a kiss to his lips and he finally let you, letting his guard down.
Tagging. @spill-the-t
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can i rq kags trying to plan how to propose to you,,
bullets cause im lazy today u__u
kageyama proposing to u at the tokyo olympics lets gO:
physically going to bookstores/libraries to do research bc once he heard a story from one of his senpai that a guy ruined his own proposal bc his s/o looked at his internet search history -- so suddenly, you're wondering why he's spending all this time "going to the library" and for a hot sec you wonder if he's cheating but after one (1) quick chat with suga and daichi, they shut that thought down with that promise that it is so, so not that
spends weeks, nay months, pausing at every single jewelry store he passes by; he's late to practice (only by a few minutes!!!) enough times that his coach starts asking questions; his answers are always vague and blushy, that is until hoshiumi lets it slip that he's probably planning on proposing; after which coach suzaku starts to loudly discuss with his assistant coach the various jewelers that he'd used when he'd proposed to his own wife
actually makes a pinterest account bc yachi said that a lot of ppl put their "dream wedding" inspo boards on there, but he was so overwhelmed by the interface and navigation that he immediately deleted his account afterwards
almost has a heart attack when he looks up how much traditional wedding dresses costs and this, everyone, is how he ends up agreeing to being spokesperson for power curry (bc endorsements are so damn lucrative)
gives oikawa a straight up heart attack when he gets a text at ass oclock in the morning of tobio asking him how (HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING) if he were to propose (again, HYPOTHETICALLY), how he'd do it bc... well, oikawa's always been good at flirting and stuff right? right.
let it never be said that kageyama tobio doesn't at least try to do his research
ofc hinata is his sounding board; it's a terrible idea but at least hinata is super! fucking! supportive! and! excited! and sure, kageyama has threatened him within LITERALLY an inch of his life if hinata let it slip and ruined the surprise bc okay, it'd be pretty cool to propose to you the at the fucking tokyo olympics. but what if he japan doesn't win?
and sure he has to call kuroo to pull way too many strings to set it up but... that's what people like right? big sweeping gestures? and if he has to suffer through half an hour of kuroo's teasing, then so be it. he's suffered worse.
but when the time comes, just before he gets up onto the podium (and sure, 2nd place isn't 1st place, but getting a silver medal at the olympics his 2nd year running is still pretty damn amazing!!!), he finds himself strangely breathless -- and he knows that it's just nerves and that somehow it feels bigger than setting up for a service ace against france, bigger than even getting up on that podium to begin with --
he can see you standing courtside, tears already in your eyes, and he hopes that you have no idea (you have no idea, truly); when he looks at you with the barest inkling of a smile, you blink, you pause, your whole body going still. the area around him quiets, the cheers and screaming of the crowd droning out to barely a buzz in the background. the confused faces of the argentinian team nothing more than a blur as kuroo hands him the microphone with a wink
"uhm -- sorry everyone, but uh -- there's just something i'd like to say before i accept my medal... uhm..." he turns to you and you've already got your hands over your mouth, looking bewildered; he chuckles, digging in his pocket and nearly dropping the mic -- scattered laughter, some of the closest fans are already cheering some of his personal fans are crying but who can blame them rly --
"i know it's not the gold medal i promised you but..." he pulls out the ring and gets down on one knee "this is gold, i made sure, and... i was wondering if you'd accept it anyway," and he sounds so sincere, his voice a little stiff but so, so soft, and you're vaulting over the barricades, almost tripping on your mad sprint towards him, nodding and crying and tipping into his arms even before he can stand up properly
"yes, yes, yes -- oh my god, how long were you planning for this?!" and he's laughing and kissing you and shakily slipping the ring onto your finger and kissing you again and the entire stadium is screaming, his teammates are all clapping, the french team is a little miffed at having their moment stolen, but most of them are smiling anyways; he clears his throat and bows to the different representatives all waiting for him to finish before dropping another kiss onto your cheek, "i'll tell you about it later, okay? i've got a medal ceremony to finish."
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio#kageyama tobio fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff#kageyama tobio x you#haikyuu x reader#kageyama tobio x reader#kageyama tobio headcanons#haikyuu headcanons#kageyama tobio imagines#kageyama tobio scenarios#haikyuu scenarios#floofy floof floof#haiCUTIES#okay yall;;;;;;;;;;;;; how did this spiraling into kageyama proposing at the olympics tho#its cute u__u im s o soft for him pls#also the fact that he never actually says 'will u marry me' sdlfkjsodi#IM SRY BUT THAT'S THE MOST ON BRAND THING FOR KAGEYAMA IS TO SKIP THE ACTUAL PROPOSING PART.#APOLOGIES BUT I DO NOT MAKE THE RULES (i do actually) BUT I DO NOT MAKE. THE RULES.#ANYWAY. i adore kageyama u__u <3
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Twenty Two: I Don’t Know If You Know But I Am A Famous F1 Driver
Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)
Till the wheels fall off Masterlist
Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?
As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️
My whole body froze. Had I just imagined Charles’ voice, like my brain was trying to trick me, making me hear the one thing I desperately needed at that moment? Looking over to Nero, he just shrugged, staying silent as I placed my palms on the floor, pushing myself to my knees. Taking a deep breath, I ran my hands over my face trying to calm my heart rate down. Everything about my movements was extremely slow, like I was trying to protect myself from disappointment.
“Sunshine,”
Tears threatened to spill over my lash line as I rose to my feet, that's when I saw him, across the bar, only a few scant feet between us but with the way time slowed down, it was going to take me ages to reach him. Charles was standing in the middle of the room with a bunch of red roses in his hand. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He was meant to be on a plane more than likely over the ocean by now, not standing in the middle of my little bar. My body moved slowly and mechanically, pushing me to my feet, then deciding walking around the bar would take too long. I clambered across the surface, eyes still glued to him, like if I even blinked too long, he would disappear. He might have said something else, or maybe even Nero, but my heart was pounding in my ears too loud for me to hear it, everything in my body screaming out Charles.
Slowly I pulled myself up onto the counter top, trying to calm my nerves as I clambered over the solid wooden surface, Charles didn’t move as I took baby steps across the room scared if I moved any faster he would suddenly disappear.
I found myself opening my mouth to speak but no words came out, lifting my arms out, I harshly rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands, there was no way this was real.
“Nova, babygirl,” Charles breathed, his voice slightly closer than before. “Please stop, you are going to hurt yourself,” he said softly, placing his hand over my wrist. The feel of his gentle touch caused me to still, this was real, he was here and this wasn’t a trick from my mind. Without saying a word he wrapped his arms around my shoulders pulling me into his chest.
I quickly found myself nuzzling my face into the soft material of his hoodie taking in the smell of his aftershave. The pair of us stayed wrapped up in each other's arms for a few moments before I finally found the words. “You didn’t get on the plane?” My head was spinning with all the reasons why he would just walk away from his flight, summer break was over and he could go back to living his dream.
“I couldn’t,” he hummed, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head. “I couldn’t leave you behind, Sunshine.” My heart stuttered at his declaration, I had never had a guy make such a bold gesture such as this before. “I made Pierre turn the car around about an hour and a half into the trip.”
“You didn’t text me back though” I whimpered, feeling the tears bubbling to the surface again, if he was in town all this time why didn’t he tell me or come to find me sooner.
“Well,” he breathed, chewing on his bottom lip, something I had noticed he did when he was feeling nervous about something, “I was actually working on something else,” he hummed, pausing, letting his gaze shift to the main doors of the bar. And as if on cue the sound of the bar doors slamming against the wall gained my full attention, “Daddy, get off I got this,” Elenor sassed as she pushed a suitcase that was bigger than her through the opening. It took me a moment to realize that it was my suitcase she was pushing, followed by Jax and Pops, chucking at the stubbornness of the five year old.
Turning my gaze back to Charles I cocked my brow at him, “what have you planned Mr?” I questioned, trying not to melt from the smirk he flashed, if it wasn’t for his strong arms wrapped around my waist I would have been on the floor due to my knees giving out.
“Well, I kinda have to go, I don’t know if you know but I am a famous F1 driver.” he hummed with a cocky smile on his face.
“Never heard of you,” I teased, causing him to playfully roll his eyes.
“As I was saying, I need to leave for Zandvoort but I couldn’t go without you, I want you by my side, I want you watching from the pits. So I may have persuaded Jax, JT and Ellie to help pack your suitcase.”
The moment the words left his lips I felt my entire body freeze.
Could I just drop everything and travel to Zandvoort with Charles?
Would Jax cope with looking after Pops without me?
How long would I be away?
Was it just going to be for one race or longer?
Who would run the bar whilst I was away?
“Squirt, stop it, I can smell your brain burning from over here. Everything is going to be fine, the world isn’t going to come crashing down if you go.” he scolded, crossing his arms across his chest and at this moment he looked just like Pops did when me and Jax tried sneaking back into the house after drinking in a field. “You have everything you need for a month away, and whatever you are missing you can buy. But you are going even if I have to throw you on the plane myself.”
I felt my eyes widen at his words, “A MONTH?!?” I gasped, trying to get my brain to process everything, “no, that’s way too long Char. My mind was racing, could I leave everything behind for a month? My heart was screaming at me, I would be spending a whole month with Charles watching him doing what he does best, and being by his side at the next four races.
“But what about Pops?” I whispered, as a pang of guilt shook my body. He was only getting worse with his dementia, how could I just jet off and leave him?
“My sweet angel,” Pops said, moving across the room until he was standing in front of me and Charles, “I want you to go, look how happy you have been since Charles came into town, I haven’t seen your smile this bright since you were a teen causing havoc on Charming,” he whispered, placing his hand over mine. “You deserve this, I will be fine with Jax and the club.”
“You promise?” I whimpered, blinking back the tears.
“Cross my heart,” he smiled, “my sweet Nova don’t be putting your life on hold for me, go have the time of your life, make memories and most importantly have fun.”
I was once again lost for words, looking over Pop’s shoulder I made eye contact with Jax who stayed silent but his eyes said everything I needed to hear, over the years we had become pros at talking without saying a single word. The expression on his face changed slightly, the smirk turned into that cocky smile that meant teasing would quickly follow. “If you don’t get your ass on that plane I will stab you, then we can have matching scars.” Rolling my eyes at my older brother, I let out a shaky breath, turning my attention back to Charles, resting my palm against his cheek once again.
“Let’s go to Zandvoort.”
The whole flight I tried to hide my nerves from Charles, I didn’t want to distract him from the weekend. The last thing I needed was for him to be worrying about me when he was behind the wheel of the car driving over 200 miles an hours.
“Welcome to The Netherlands, Sunshine,” Charles hummed, resting his hand on the small of my back as we exited the plane. “Andrea will meet us in arrivals but there will be fans waiting, try not to worry about them, just stay close to me or Andrea okay,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against the back of my head.
“Okay,” I mumbled, as I finished the text to Jax letting him know we had landed before slipping my phone back in my back pocket and pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over my hands.
I couldn’t lie, I was dreading meeting his fans in person, I had avoided social media ever since the yacht company leaked the pictures of me and Charles. My stomach was churning and my heart was racing as we quickly passed through security. I kept my word to Charles by keeping close to him, as much as I didn’t want to face the crowd I wasn’t going to be the type of girlfriend that stopped him from greeting his fans.
This was something I needed to get used to.
“You good?” Charles asked softly, linking his fingers with mine, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
"Are you sure you want me with you? It's the start of a new season, you don't want the press to be stirred up over me. I can just stay with Andrea." I mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of my hoodie.
Charles came to a stop, causing me to follow his actions. He was now standing in front of me blocking my view of his fans. He slowly took my hands in his, slowly brushing his fingers across the skin, “I don’t care what they have to say. I meant it when I said I want you by my side. Every step of the way."
I found myself slightly speechless at his words, I found my flashing him a loving smile, squeezing his hands before speaking, “go greet your fans.” At the end of the day I saw more people in the bar on a friday night than the amount that was here waiting for us.
Soon enough Charles had made his way to the group of people that were congregating near the exit, I made sure to hang back just enough but it wasn’t enough because some of the girls started asking questions.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“How long have you been dating?”
“Can I get a picture with her?”
I found myself becoming quickly overwhelmed as everyone's attention had turned onto me, I should have been used to this especially being the only female within the club but this was different.
“Qu'en dis-tu, chérie ? Tu es d'accord avec ça ? What do you say, darling? You okay with this?” Charles asked, looking over his shoulder with a loving smile on his face.
Taking a deep breath I needed to be honest with him, “Peut-être un autre jour, je ne suis pas encore tout à fait prête pour cela. Maybe another day, I'm not quite ready for that yet.” Charles didn’t seem phased by my answer, like he was expecting it in a way.
He turned back to the group of people standing in front of us, signing more things, taking what felt like millions of photos. I found myself standing there awkwardly with the cases and Andrea not knowing what to do with myself whilst I waited. Pulling my phone out I quickly shot Jax a text letting him know what was happening, I knew he would probably be asleep but it made me feel slightly better getting my thoughts out to my older brother, even if he would take the piss outta me for being such a loser. I was deep in thought when I heard something that caused me to look up from my device.
“Your girlfriend is so pretty.”
Charles didn’t respond, which I was thankful for as we hadn’t spoken about announcing the relationship to the world just yet, but he glanced over his shoulder at me, throwing me a wink. I was so grateful that these people weren’t like the trolls online, they weren’t nasty or bitchy, they were accepting of the relationship. “Thank you for waiting, your support means the world to me but we need to get going now,” he said confidently, waving goodbye to everyone before coming over to me and Andrea.
It was now Friday, meaning everything was even more chaotic than what was broadcast on tv. It was the first race weekend after the summer break and everyone was pumped to be back. For most of the morning I found myself practically glued to Charles’ side, I didn’t really know anyone, well I knew of them but I was now in their world and for the first time ever I felt ten times smaller. I was completely out of my comfort zone, without my family as my life support. Feeling Charles’ gentle touch on my lower back, I tried to push all my worries down not wanting to ruin the weekend for him.
“Talk to me,” he said softly, guiding me into his small driver’s room within the Ferrari hospitality. “Don’t say nothing is wrong either, Sunshine, it’s written all over your face.”
Running my hands over my face I let out a shaky breath. “I’m just a bit overwhelmed, that’s all” I finally admitted, I kept my gaze focused on his race boots. I was used to knowing everyone back home, people knowing my reputation and my relationship with the club. But here it’s like I am starting all over again, I’m not used to the press, everyone asking questions.
“Oh Sunshine,” he said softly, placing his fingers under my chin, slowly lifting my head up, “let me properly introduce you to the team and then maybe that will make you feel a bit better.”
“What if they don’t like me?” I whimpered, feeling extremely self conscious.
“Nova, babygirl, they are going to adore you, especially Fred.” he said with a wide smile. “Andrea loves you already, he won’t stop asking questions about you, about us.” he chuckled, resting his forehead against mine. “I promise you have nothing to worry about, I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay.”
“Promessa?. Promise?”
“Sempre. Always.”
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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17
Word Count: 3.5K
Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.
A/N: uh oh, things are changing...
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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.
“Are you okay, Derek?” the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. “You feel weird. Like, distant.”
“I’m fine,” he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. “I just need to make sure you’re home safe before I get my pack.”
“They’re fine. They’re hiding up in my room.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaac’s text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. “But I need to know what you’re hiding right now because I know something’s up.”
“Everything’s fine,” he huffed. “Why are they here?”
“I thought they’d be safe here,” she responded. “Don’t change the topic, Derek. You know you can’t lie to me.”
“I just… we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, it’s for the best.”
The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they weren’t not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. “I-I-I don’t understand,” she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. “I thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isn’t exactly ideal, but I didn’t think it was going bad.”
“It’s just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),” he sighed. “I have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply don’t have the bandwidth to focus on you too.”
“Oh, I didn’t know I was such a distraction,” (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. “You know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldn’t have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?”
“It wasn’t… It isn’t…” He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. “With everything that’s going on, I can’t risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.”
“So, everything I’ve done to help you guys out means nothing?” she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. “I’ve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think I’ve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.”
“You have and I’m grateful,” he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasn’t sure would ever be removed. “I just don’t know if one day you’ll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.”
If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.
“A-are you serious?” (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldn’t help the way her voice broke. “Do you really think I’d be capable of doing something like that?”
“I can’t be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you won’t and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. It’s not just my life that’s at stake.”
(Y/N) didn’t know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasn’t talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. “What brought this on, Derek?” she asked. “What made you change your mind all of a sudden?”
“It wasn’t anything specifically. It’s just… the situation we’re in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that I’m putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,” he said. “And if Scott isn’t going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I can’t be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.”
Words died in the girl’s mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. “Is that really how you feel?” (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. “You once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?”
And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, “Yes.” By then, she couldn’t hold back the tears, but she wouldn’t let him see her hurt. She couldn’t keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. “(Y/N)…”
“Go,” she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.
“(Y/N), I…”
“I said go, Derek,” she restated, raising her voice. “You can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.”
Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. He’d been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.
As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.
Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.
“Let’s fix up that face,” she said. “Where’s the first aid kit?”
“Uh, um,” (Y/N) cleared her throat. “There’s one under the kitchen sink.”
“Let’s go.”
The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didn’t throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.
Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.
“This is gonna sting a bit, okay?” Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. “Do you need something to bite down on?”
“No,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “Go ahead.”
The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Erica’s soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. “There,” Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. “The wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.”
“Thanks,” she said. “You’re good at this.”
“I’ve had one too many falls not to be,” the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. “It’s actually the reason I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.”
“Why can’t you?”
“At first it was because I was so behind in school, I’d never get the grades to get into a good school,” she shrugged. “Now, with the whole werewolf thing, I don’t think I could.”
“Why not? I think now it’ll be so much easier for you,” (Y/N) offered. “Now, you don’t have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, I’m sure any school would be begging to have you go there.”
“I don’t know,” the blonde sighed. “I guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I don’t think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, it’s the fact that I’m part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.”
Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. “You know this is going to end someday,” she tried to comfort her. “We’re gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life won’t always be like this.”
“How can you be so sure? Something tells me there’s always gonna be something in this town,” she chuckled dryly. “The only way to go back to normal is to leave.”
“Is that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?”
“I mean, it’s a plan,” she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). “I didn’t think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that I’ll be caught, the fear that I’ll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didn’t really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.”
“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Don’t know how I feel about it.”
“Don’t get used to it,” the girl grinned. “But seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.”
“Yeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,” she sighed. “Especially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.”
“And he doesn’t whisper in yours?”
“God no. I don’t think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.”
“Ooh, family drama?”
“None that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dad’s past,” (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. “Also, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but it’s hard.”
“And you believe him?” Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadn’t noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. “Do you really believe he’s on our side?”
“He helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I don’t think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other hand…”
“Can’t stand us?”
“Yup.”
“Well, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.”
“Hey,” (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. “That’s my mom you’re talking about.”
“No offense,” Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. “But seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). I’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”
“Am I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.”
“Oh, come on,” she chuckled. “I’m trying to be serious here—vulnerable. I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didn’t have to.”
“Well, you got the bitch part down, I didn’t think I needed it, too,” (Y/N) grinned before she took Erica’s hand and smiled warmly. “But it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.”
“I think that would be great,” she beamed. “I’ve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.”
As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. “Well, look at these two fraternizing,” Isaac told Boyd. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“I would be rude not to when it’s her house,” Boyd shrugged. “Which, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We haven’t really received any other instruction from Derek.”
“Yeah, and I don’t think you will anytime soon.”
“What do you…?” Isaac’s words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)’s bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. “What the hell happened?”
“Ah, just a small run-in with Jackson,” she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldn’t worry about her. “I’ll be fine. I just don’t heal as fast as you guys do.”
“How serious was the cut?” Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. “Was it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.”
“It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. She’ll be fine.”
“Dude, calm down,” Boyd chuckled. “She’s tougher than she looks.”
“Thank you, Boyd,” she smiled toward the boy. “I really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.”
“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “I can’t believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.”
“And risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,” she reprimanded. “As a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I don’t wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?”
“Thanks, (Y/N),” Boyd smiled. “We’ll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.”
“Yeah,” she scoffed lightly. “And if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)’s room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.
They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chris’ house and that he’d keep her posted on anything that would be going down.
“I don’t understand what happened, Isaac,” she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. “Everything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?”
“Honestly, I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But Derek’s not one to really talk about what’s going on in his head. The only time he’s ever been nice to me is when you’re around. He’s quite a dick when you’re not around.”
“But he’s still your alpha.”
“It’s not like there are many options here,” he chuckled. “And I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadn’t been for the bite, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worse…”
Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,” she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. “And I’m sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.”
“I think you came at the perfect time,” he smiled softly. “Just long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.”
“You know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.”
“Well, those people would be wrong,” he chuckled. “But you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.”
“Would you have, really?” (Y/N) mused. “Would you have given it all up?”
“I think so,” Isaac shrugged. “I mean, people around us don’t seem disturbed by what’s going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.”
“Not funny,” she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. “But the supernatural does suit you.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, calm down, Lahey.”
“I’m just kidding, Argent,” the boy laughed. “As for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.”
“Something feels different this time, though,” she sighed. “I don’t know what it is, but something’s just off.”
The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.
Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.
He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasn’t by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didn’t trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)’s?
By the time he had reached his family’s house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didn’t know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)’s side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he’d be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, he’d just have to stay away.
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I need your hc on how the batfam reacts to finding out that jondami are dating.
I love supportive and sweet but I am absolutely down for overprotective siblings that just CAN'T believe their little baby is all grown up.
(canon? Idk her)
Duke and Barbara? Chill as hell. Happy for you, man.
Cass? Also happy for Damian. SO happy for him. But will also murder Jon if she has to, and makes sure Damian and Jon both understand that. (Jon is lowkey petrified of her)
Steph is happy that Damian is happy. But she does sit him down and talks to him about some things to look out for and things he does NOT have to accept if he is uncomfortable, etc. Also mentions she will kill Jon if he asks.
Tim is...beside himself. How dare Damian date HIS best friend's little brother? Is this another dig at him? Is this some weird evil plot long game to kill him? Why is Jon going along with it? Does Jon also hate him? Is he going to die? Tim stop not everything is about you. Eventually Tim gives KON a long lecture and says if Jon ever hurts Damian, even a little, Tim will destroy every last Kryptonian left in the universe, even him.
Jason keeps showing up on Jon's patrol routes to give him the shovel talk (aka threaten Jon) but with a bigger and more deadly gun/weapon every time. At one point he just shows up in some alien laser sniper ship and Jon's just like 'JESUS JASON, I KNOW, I GET IT.'
Dick and Alfred are similar in that they're both very emotional about it, because they knew Damian at his worst. They watched him grow, and they are just SO happy that someone out there finally sees Damian for the beauty that he is and loves their boy as much as they do, if not more. Also Dick threatens Clark about it.
Bruce just short circuits for like three days and disappears. Damian thinks he's going to be disowned, to which the whole family say they'll disown Bruce first and strength in numbers. But then he comes back and just smiles at Damian a lot, and talks about how proud he is of him, that Jon is a good person, that Damian deserves this happiness, and to remember the code to their stash of Kryptonite. He ALSO rants to Clark about it, who finds it somewhat endearing how worried for Damian they all are, but they end up as just two old men sitting on a front porch reminiscing on how much they adore their boys, and how happy they are that they found each other.
(bonus: Kon texts Damian 'u hurt him, ill end you.' to which Damian texts back a thumbs up emoji.)
(bonus bonus: all the siblings and kon have stalked Jon and Damian's dates. They aren't even conspicuous about it. Damian and Jon just whole-heartedly ignore them.)
#jondami#damian wayne#jonathan kent#also shippy headcanons#also batfam headcanons#damian is overwhelmed and a lil embarrassed when he hears about how many of his family straight up threatened jon for literally no reason#asks#anon
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AITA for being a middle man between three friends falling out?
so context - i (21nb) have three friends (20m)(19m)(19tm) who all started living together and sharing rent. i wouldn't say I'm an outsider or a fourth wheel but i definitely was not as close to them as they were to each other.
for a while when they lived together everything was fine, it seemed like a dream to live with friends and everyone seemed happy.
and then i start getting messages from friend A (20m) about how he has issues with friends B and C (19m, 19tm). It started innocently like "friend B doesn't do the dishes, how should i talk to him about doing them more on schedule when it's his day?" standard stuff, yknow?
and then it started to divulge into worse stuff. like Friend B and C telling me about how friend A stole from his job, got fired, has been threatening to kick them out, etc.
friend A then returned to my texts to complain about how friend B was still jobless after 2 months, and friend C wasn't seeking proper help/getting therapy in a timely manner. I manged to get him to realize his expectations and stress were too high and he said he chilled off a bit.
then friend C comes to me and tells me that friend A didn't cool off and instead used our private msgs as a catalyst to say that i agreed with him and that they were "being useless"(quote from fight with friend A). i explain my side and show screenshots, friend C explains he knew i wouldn't be like that but that he thought it was weird.
Friend B comes to me and asks me to screenshot / talk to friend A as a neutral party and try to get at why friend A is being a jackass. I agree and start talking to him and get his side of things. I send screenshots to friend B and friend B debunks what friend A was saying with their own screenshots and proof. Friend A then tells friends B and C to move out within 2 weeks because Friend A and his GF are moving to a different state suddenly. This causes another fight.
I then get them to talk it all over on even ground. Get out their disagreements and then work on Not Hating each other while they still live together.
it culminated with them having a bigger fight and friend A coming to tell me that he's always hated them and that they won't survive without him because they're not adults. Friend B and C went quiet for a few days while they found a new apartment.
even though i did my best to mediate i still feel like me forcing neutrality may have started some of these arguments / caused friend A to think i agreed with him when i didn't. Idk. I just feel like i probably caused friend A to lash out / kick them out sooner than he would've if i hadn't been involved. ;;w;;??
What are these acronyms?
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see the thing about being one side or other of a character (pro/anti) is people just straight up ignore things that happen in the text because it doesn't fit their narrative
like i used to be in jonsa circles and i think a lot of the people there had well thought out arguments much of the time (or i wouldn't have followed them) but also just like....
you can't blame daenerys for what aerys did to rickard and brandon, she wasn't even born yet!
she had trade goods for the unsullied, and tricked kraznys at the last moment. are you really going to demonise her for tricking and killing a slaver?
her internal struggle between her perceived duty to her house and a longing for home is what makes her interesting. she wants peace, but can't have it if she embraces being the blood of the dragon. i think she is intended for a dark path, but she's not evil
her actions in the show are understandable even if they're indefensible. she lost jorah, she lost missandei, she discovered jon was her brother's trueborn son. she thought she was returning to a populace who loved her because she grew up with viserys telling her this. to lose people you love (because she did love them, fiercely) and then to have your worldview crumble like that, what else? she has a dragon's temper and enacts justice when furious a number of times, she was atop drogon who is essentially a bomb, she was clearly leading with an angry heart, not a clear head.
following from the above, other characters are afforded compassion where she isn't in some ways. every character on the show at least and likely in the books have done awful things for good reasons or bad reasons. i think for dany the consequences are bigger because she has the means for huge destruction (the dragons) where other characters are smaller scale in their terrible acts.
if show sansa can kill ramsay and we cheer her on, why is dany letting her abusive brother be killed for threatening her life any different? if that's proof of her character surely it's the same for sansa. and if it's not, it should extend to both of them.
she goes among the people when the pale mare hits and insists on caring for them herself. even if you hate her you can't say she's not compassionate. she has many instances of her 'gentle heart' and her inner thoughts are often a lot softer than some of her actions.
she's a young teenager in the books and learns her worldview from an abusive brother and a violent new culture in the dothraki. it's no wonder violence gets her results.
she is always making compromises, especially in meereen.
i would argue she and sansa are on opposing trajectories. sansa grew up bratty and kind of spoiled, dany was on the streets and begging. sansa loses everything as dany gains power. both are flawed and both are just young girls who don't have all the answers.
i see people saying dany isn't feminine, and i would argue she absolutely is, just not in a needlework and songs kind of way. she adapts to her environment and shows strength when it's most needed but she is at heart soft. she wants a flourishing land and happy people, she yearns for children, she yearns for home.
dany's the perfect example of someone who is trying to fill a void (her lost child and her ancestral home) and does so in an unhealthy way. i think we've all been there and it's easy to judge when you're not in that same headspace.
anyway protect daenerys
#i get that people don't like her trust me i was there for a while#but she does not deserve to be mischaracterised just because you prefer sansa#daenerys targaryen#also idk if this is controversial for other dany fans#i just think she's the most interesting character in the whole series shadows and all#she gave me such courage when i was at my lowest tbh#she deserved better#anti jonsa#i guess#dany antis
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Okay this isn't perfect but it's good enough for me
All kept gender-neutral
Based on the show
When a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend throws a party and invites your friend of a friend of a- ya know what, you get it, you end up being invited too. You knew absolutely nobody there, but you found that a good thing. New people to meet, no way of destroying existing friendships, the chance of finally landing a decent guy. And, very luckily, you find one fast. You find a guy kn the kitchen who looks mighty fine, and when you enter he isn't immediately trying to get you in bed. He's witty and smart, plus not bad looking. You hit it off like a bomb, and you're really glad you came to this party.
Long story short you end up going to one of the many many rooms of the house, probably Guest Bedroom Nr. 27 if you had to guess, and 'spending some quality time together' that you will definitely not soon forget. You honestly don't know how long you were in there, but it was oh so worth it. While you didn't know much about him, you knew his name was Simon and that he was amazing in bed.
You do end up exchanging numbers and social media, after all neither of you wanted this to be a one time thing, but also weren't quite exclusive yet. You keep talking for the next couple days, learning more about eachother besides just your prefrences in bed. And if you were honest, he wasn't that bad a guy, more ways than one.
Your parents randomly decide that your current school isn't good enough, too mich drama or something, so they send you to another one, closer to where you live.
So, the coming schoolyear, you go to Bayview, knowing nobody. Just like the party, it was really only good. You went your first couple hours mostly in solitude, yes you did meet a few people, but none were in more than 1 of your classes. Lunch was when it got interesting.
You sit down at an empty table with your lunch, really just looking around at the other students, seeing a shit ton that were also at the party, atleast the ones you could recognize from the shitty lighting there was. 'Dude must be popular' you think to yourself. "Excuse me, is there space for 3 more?" You hear beside you, and see a girl you don't know yet. "Sure. Be my guest" you reply. "Thanks. They're still gettikg their food. I'm Maeve by the way. Maeve Rojas" she introduces herself.
You shake her hand and say your name. Her eyes get bigger when you say it. "Wait, you're (Y/N) (Y/L/N)? Really?" She seems giddy with excitement. "Yeeeees? Why, do we know eachother?" Surely you would remember her. Maeve takes out her phone and types a message to someone, then turns to face the queue of people waiting for food.
In line, a girl takes out her phone, so you assume she's who Maeve texted. She seems to get excited too, but not quite as much as Maeve. She starts shaking a guy next to her who you can't quite see because he's facung away, then when he looks at her she points over at you.
The guy who turns around is none other than the guy you slept with like a week ago, Simon. You're both surprised, him more than you by only a little. You wave at him, and he waves back. "Sooooooo" Maeve starts, leaning her elbows on the table and getting closer. "You're new here, right?" She has a grin on her face. "I am. Moved here about a month ago." You reply. "Cooool. Do you know anyone here?" She asks.
"Well, considering you're making that face and you immediately pointed me out to your friends, you know that I know Simon." You respond. The look on her face is one of 'shit I got caught'. "What do you know about me?" You ask. "Where to start... Ooh! Simon said you were probably the best se-" she gets whacked in the head by Simon, which shuts her up. "Don't you fucking dare." He threatens.
"Ow you dick!" You and the second girl laugh. She sits down next to Maeve and Simon sits next to you. "What did she tell you?" He asks, staring daggers at Maeve. "Nothing. Was just about to though, before you gave her a concussion." You joked. "He's like that. Don't mind him." The new girl says. "I'm Janae" "(Y/N), though I suspect you already know that." She just nods.
"What are you doing here?" Simon asks. "Oh I don't know, I think I'm about to explode." You say nonchalantly. "You fit right in." Janae says. "So, why Simon?" She asks. You raise a brow. "Why Simon what?" "Why'd you fuck him?" Simon, who was just taking a gulp of his drink, almost spits it back out. "Janae I swear to god." He coughs. "What? I'm genuinely curious!"
"Well for one he wasn't being a total creep or asshole, he's not stupid and also not bad on the eyes, luckily with and without clothes." You're once again very nonchalant, which is throwing Maeve and Janae off, how can you say something like that with a straught face? "Okay that's enough" Simon stands up and grabs you by the arm, pulling you up out of your seat, through the cafeteria and outside, to the back side of the building.
"They seem nice." You come to a quite forceful stop when he shoves you against the wall, hands on both sides of your head, effectively trapping you there. "You just waltz in here as if it's nothing, immediately talk to my friends and then say something like that? Just how bood are you?" He looks and sounds like he's about to break.
"Bold? You're the bold one, pulling me away like this. Just think about what they're probably imagining is happening right now." You wrap your arms around his neck fro added effect, and it works. "Just shut up." He says, then leans in and kisses you. God how you missed that. After that party there were countless nights where you longed for him, for his lips, his touch, his taste.
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DOYH CHAPTER 16
Raghav's POV
"Why do I care? Why do I care!? Raghav the competition is in two days. "
The competition was the last thing on his mind.
He had an injured wrist, his head was discombobulated after painkillers he gulped before his nap, and he was pretty sure his mother hadn't stopped freaking out downstairs since the moment he showed up bruised and beaten up. But the only thing that was going in his head was the look on Ranveer's face while talking to his girlfriend. Here he was, with his heart trampled to ground by the guy standing in front of him, chest aching with the throb far worse than that in his wrist, but of course it's the competition, it's always the fucking competition with him.
"Did I do something to you?" Ranveer asked, "What the hell happened, Raghav? How are we going to fix this?"
Should he make him a list? He was pretty sure it would be bigger than the one Ayush was threatening to make.
He wondered what would happen once the competition was over. Before the shitstorm that was today, he was pretty sure they'd remain friends. Now, not so much.
He wondered how they'd drift apart, slowly, like a loose thread coming undone, or swiftly, like a piece of cloth ripped apart forcefully. He wondered which would hurt him the most. Ranveer, slowly getting back in his shell, making excuses, making plans and excluding him, or Ranveer, ditching him from day one after competition, dodging his texts and calls.
His chest hurt from just imagining it.
A stab of pain in his wrist brought him back to reality. And it hurt more than his imagination because Ranveer was sitting on his bed, mere inches away from him, with his wrist cradled in his hand.
"Tell me what happened." He demanded, as if he wasn't the reason behind all of his pain recently.
"Yeah, well, you would have known if you weren't so busy with your girlfriend." He regretted the words just as they came out of his mouth. Shit, what was he doing?
He sighed, shaking his head and gingerly taking his wrist out of Ranveer's loose hold, backing against the headboard. He made to rub his face, only to hiss at the pain lacing his wrist with an ugly bow.
"Konsi girlfriend, dude? Me single hu." Ranveer's shocked voice echoed in the space between them.
What? Then who was the girl in the cafe? He was pretty sure they used to be in a relationship.
They could just be exes catching up, a rational voice his head supplied. Doesn't mean the feelings aren't there, he said back, his mind going to the look on his face when he listened to his ex ranting.
Raghav wanted to smack himself out of this sorry mental state. This is what happens when he becomes jealous. This is why falling for Ranveer was a bad idea. His emotions get out of hand, and it's not a pretty sight when everything is said and done.
"I'm sorry. It has nothing to do with you." He wondered if he should tell him what happened, but after the way he acted like a jealous mistress, he deserves to know what happened. "It's Ayush."
Ranveer frowned, "That guy who was selected when I left?" He nodded his head, and Ranveer looked at his wrist, gently stroking the injured area. "He did this to you?"
A self-deprecating laugh slipped out when he thought about it. "No. I tried punching him in his gut, but something must've been off with my aim because I ended up being more injured." He dangled his hand in front of him, "For once in my life, I fought back, and I couldn't even say 'you should've seen the other guy'."
***
Ranveer's POV
Raghav was laughing, but his mind had descended into a quiet calm. There was a sound ringing through his head and it was as if he stepped behind a wall that muffled the sounds around him.
He wanted to know what happened between them for Raghav to let go of the caution and fight back, competition be damned. But Raghav's mother came upstairs with food and medicines for Raghav and chai for him. Ranveer kept quiet when Raghav's mother fussed over him, asking him questions and smacking his head every tenth second.
The only thing that kept Ranveer from busting Ayush's face was the competition. He wasn't about to sabotage themselves to beat up that asshole, but he will make him regret ever knowing Raghav once he was done with him. He will make sure of that.
He was sitting still, not because he wanted to, but because he was struck paralyzed with the intensity of the emotions he was reeling through. He was worried about how this will affect their chances in the competition, but it wasn't just that.
He took in Raghav, with his hair mussed and clothes rumpled from sleep, his ever reddened cheeks, eyes crinkled from wincing constantly as his mother looked after his injury.
Ever since meeting him, Ranveer has been riding this emotional rollercoaster he wasn't sure he'd ever get off of. He remembered being scared shitless on the phone on the day he told him about his father, he remembered the knee buckling relief after letting himself open and knowing his secrets won't ever be abused. He realised feeling protective over him comes as naturally as feeling protective over his sister.
But it isn't the brotherly affection he felt for Raghav, he slowly realised with mounting alarm.
No, with the amount of times he had caught himself looking at Raghav's lip, the soft curve of his cheek, with the way he holds onto Raghav's waist longer than he should whenever the occasion calls for it during their routine, his reluctance to go home after practice, slight shivers whenever he brushes up against him, no. It isn't brotherly affection at all.
It left him stunned. It left him slack jawed. It left him questioning his fucking sexuality.
***
After Raghav's mother left, they tried brainstorming on how to replace the backflip with another step which would just be as cool, but none of them were able to think of anything. Raghav was loopy on meds, and Ranveer was..
Ranveer wasn't sure who he was anymore.
He only had one relationship with a girl who turned out to be lesbian. She said she had her doubts before, she said the only reason she dated him was because it was easy with him. And he agreed with her, it was the same for him. She was kind, charming and easy to talk to, and not even once did he feel the anticipating nervousness with her. Not the kind when he felt that day in the studio, holding Raghav's hand, making promises.
Other than the one with Shrishti, there was no other relationship to contemplate on. And his crushes…
Wait. His crushes. He couldn't remember crushing on any female character from his childhood, but he does remember Rohan Singh and Kris, how he'd fixate on them and only them whenever he turned on the show, and that alone says so much about his sexuality, he felt dumb not realising this before.
He was gay.
"You know," Raghav started, shocking him out of his moment, "the whole broody thing," he made wide circling gestures by his hand while being sprawled on his bed, "it might be working wonders with the ladies, but you're a lot more fun without it."
"Yeah, well, I can't help it when my partner goes and insults both of us after making a piss poor attempt at throwing a punch," He said dryly, which reminds him, "seriously, aesa kya bol diya tha usne jiski wajah se tune use mara?"
"Nothing," He stretched and sighed, "he was just being his homophobic self."
He stopped breathing.
"What do you mean?" He asked slowly, as if speaking any faster might spook him and shut himself in.
But medicines made his tongue loose. He was moving and adjusting, trying to find the perfect position to sleep in, "The fucker had made my life a living hell ever since he found out about me and outed me in front of everyone. I'd say it's because his parents never loved him, he turned out to be this way, but I know for a fact that it isn't true because his twin is one of the most wonderful person I know." His words became slurred towards the end of his sentence. He found the perfect position and curled inward, into himself.
"You're not straight?" He whispered, but there was no reply. Raghav was asleep.
How come he had no idea about this? How can something like this slip from Raghav's mind? He said he was outed in front of everybody, so people must know about his sexuality, right? Why didn't he tell him?? It might not have been a long time since they've known each other, but he thought they were close.
Maybe because he was forced out of the closet, he doesn't like to talk about it. And maybe he doesn't consider Ranveer as close as he did.
And that hurt. Alot.
He brushed it aside. And wondered what he's supposed to do with this new information. And what can he do? He's gay, Raghav might also be gay, or atleast into guys. So what. That doesn't mean they're into each other. They're just close friends, or at least that's what Ranveer thought they were, but after tonight, he wasn't sure if they were even that anymore.
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I want to share with you something about the French reception of the attack on Israel. A little point which, I promise, will lead to a bigger and more general point.
And this little point is the reason why you will not see any French politician or public figure approve or applaud the actions of the Hamas, and why almost all of them are currently sharing opinions supporting Israel, and why the few that do not condemn the Hamas' actions are currently under big criticism.
Because in France there is a crime known as "apology of terrorism". It is quite simple: the law condemns and deems criminal any kind of public support or approval of terrorist organizations and terrorist attacks. This is the set of laws that, for example, prohibited French people from loudly screaming "Well done! This dirty criminal-government is getting its right justice and these deaths were perfectly justified!" when 9/11 happened. These are much needed law for France's current situation to fight back the rise of extreme Islam on the French territory, and to criminalize things such as people rejoicing at Samuel Paty's death. This is the same set of laws that currently prevent people from sharing any support of the Hamas.
Because, and this is something that NEEDS to be remembered and brought back in this whole talk: the Hamas is recognized by many countries as a terrorist organization. France recognizes it as terrorist, because France is part of the European Union which, as a whole, considers the Hamas terrorist ; and so does the United-States, and Canada, and Japan, and Paraguay... Even countries that do not recognize the entirety of the Hamas as terrorist (Great-Britain, Australia, New-Zeland, Egypt...) do recognize that it is semi-terrorist and that it has terrorist branches within it. And it isn't just countries and governments, oh no! People should also recall that many humanitarian organizations, AND many human rights organisms, have frequently and regularly denounced the crimes and the terrorist nature of the Hamas. Not against Israel, no - against the Palestinians themselves. Amnesty International, and the Palestinian Center for Human Rights, and Human Rights Watch, have all spoken against the Hamas, its immoral methods, and its crimes. Note something when people speak of condemning these attacks: people condemn the HAMAS, say the HAMAS should be punished. Nobody condemns Palestine, nobody says Palestinians should be punished - and that's because the Hamas is not Palestine in the eyes of these goverments - the same governments that recognize the Hamas as a terrorist organization refuse to see it as any kind of legitimate representative of Palestine.
Let's remember how for example in the very texts that founded the Hamas and in the Hamas very public ideology, there is a clear refusal of any kind of peace attempt with Israel - the organization was born with the sole goal to declare war on Israel, and with the dream to see Israel completely destroyed and all its inhabitants gone in one way or another ; and as a result they are known to have intimidated, captured, tortured and killed anyone they deemed as "allies" or "favorites" of Israel. This included the Hamas opposing in many different ways all attempts at peace treaties or negociations with Israel, and the Hamas capturing and torturing any Palestinian they deemed too leanient or too friendly or not aggressive enough with Israel, to the point Palestinians who were actually working on trying to change for the better Israel-Palestinian relationships had to leave Palestine due to how threatened they were.
Let's remember how the Hamas is a very openly antisemitic group, whose goals are clearly spelled out as a "jihad against the Jews" ; that deems one of the main problems of Israel's existence is its Jewishness ; who for decades have shared texts explaining that Muslims are the natural ennemies of the Jews, or that the Jews controlled the world medias with all the "money" they had, or that the Jews were secretly behind the French and Soviet Revolutions, and that WWII was actually organized by the Jews to amass an enormous amount of money. And that it is only very recently, and because they clearly needed to "look clean", that they decided to adopt views such as "We don't have problems with Jews in Europe or America, just those in our region" and "Maybe the Holocaust did happen and was bad - but we want to do our own thing, so it's good, since we're not Nazis". Even in their sentences saying that a peaceful cohabitation between the three religions of the book was possible, they insist that such a peace is only possible as long as Islam is recognized as the most important and superior religion, under which the others could live in peace.
Let's recall all the testimonies of Palestinians who lived in fear of the Hamas, and dreaded receiving a bullet in the leg or in the head because they would accused of "collaborating" with Israel. Let's recall the accusations of the Hamas participating in the human-trafficking rings at work in north-east Africa. Ismaël Haniyeh has declared that Ben Laden was a "holy warrior of Islam" and that his death made him a Muslim martyr - confirming what everybody knew already, that the Hamas and Al-Qaïda had relationships with each other. In 2012 Sahar El-Mougy already denounced that the Hamas, which started as a resistance movement against the Israelian oppresor, had turned into the new oppresor of Palestine and into a fanatical religious group that erased Palestinian culture by censoring or destroying its arts, literature and cinema, to enforce exclusively religious works.
All in all: the Hamas is bad for Palestine, and the Hamas is bad, and that's it. This isn't the fact that "Israel was attacked" which is the true problem and core of the debate here - here the situation is "the HAMAS attacked Israel". No matter what Israel did in the past, or how far-right it might be, or how half of the Israelian population is against its current leader, or anything else - if we just take the present situation, in the eyes of the law and the government of many of those countries, it boils down to, "A terrorist group attacks a democratic government. We thus have to stand by the democracy's side, no matter if we actually like the democracy in question, out of principle, because we, as nations fighting against terrorism on our own grounds, cannot support a terrorist group".
So, maybe to many of you it seems "unfair" or "hypocrite" or "vile" to not be "Let's have Israel destroyed", but the situation is that these countries are not going to support an antisemitic, religiously-extremist, terrorist group that has been known to commit human rights crime against its own people.
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