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innranrae · 3 years

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🌈 Under the Colorful Sky

A/N: a rewrite of yoimiya's story quest ending and the ending sakujirou and keisuke deserved (ノ_<。) i got so emotionally involved with these two, the ending was so heartbreaking i just wanted to see them together (sob)

￫ pairing(s): Sakujirou/Keisuke

￫ word count: 1.2k

￫ cw: pining! regret! tears!

￫ ao3

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Having beaten the officers from the Tenryou Commission that blocked the way to Keisuke and Sakujirou, the traveler, Paimon, and Yoimyia ran towards the men before it was too late.

"But your return says that you finally came around to my point of view, doesn't it?"

An unknown voice sounded, but it could only belong to the Imatani couple's son, Keisuke.

With the little hope Yoimiya had left, she decided to hide behind a rock that blocked them from view. Aether and Paimon followed her judgment and peaked their heads to look at them.

Half of Sakujirou's body laid on the sandy shore, one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his chest, visibly injured from dueling his old friend.

"Whatever you say," Sakujirou said defeated, staring at the ground.

"You will return with me to the Tenryou Commission to await your sentencing," Keisuke sounded confident.

However, his actions betrayed his words. He only stood there for some time with his arms crossed instead of apprehending the man. Aether sensed that something wasn’t right.

He stopped Yoimiya from barging into the scene, and raised a finger to his lips, urging her to stay quiet.

Reminiscing of the times he had lived with his childhood friend, Keisuke's memories overwhelmed him. He wanted to say what was on his mind but something kept him from doing so, and he didn’t know what exactly to say either.

His body moved on its own, crouching awkwardly before Sakujirou, who looked at him in surprise.

Keisuke kept his eyes low, afraid of making eye contact. But he finally let out the simple words that he had already failed to say once,

“I don’t want you to leave.”

Yet, he wanted to say another phrase. A phrase he had never considered telling anyone in his life before and even after meeting Sakujirou.

He wanted to declare “I love you”.

Keisuke doubted the depth of his feelings for his friend for a very long time. He didn’t want to acknowledge them, but seeing him in that state, defeated and hopeless, stripped of his freedom, he finally gave in to those neglected emotions.

He couldn’t watch the man he loved suffer.

But couldn’t watch him slip through his fingers either, not again.

The thought of feeling the same anguish and regret of those earlier days terrified Keisuke.

Helping Sakujirou into a sitting position, Keisuke couldn’t hold in his tears anymore. Chewing on the words, his lips opened and closed many times.

"Keisuke..." Sakujirou was taken aback, conflicted if he should start speaking despite his reluctance.

He cupped Keisuke's face, wiping the few escaping tears, "My return to Inazuma doesn't mean that I changed my beliefs. Seeing the vast lands and experiencing the diverse cultures the world had to offer was an experience I'll forever cherish, and I do not regret it. I came back because... I felt empty without you. At that time when we had that argument, I ran away instead of confronting my real feelings for you and I'm still afraid of your response."

Keisuke finally raised his eyes to meet Sakujirou's. He wasn't the only one crying.

A wild thought popped into Keisuke's head, maybe what he meant was exactly what he thought he meant. Maybe Sakujirou was saying he loved him as well, but that was too good to be true, right?

"What I am trying to say is that I can't live without you. I want you by my side..." Sakujirou's cheeks reddened as he averted his gaze bashfully. Still, if it weren't to be said now, he wouldn't have another chance to do so, "I'm in love with you."

A few feet from there, Aether nodded knowingly. On the flip side, Paimon and Yoimiya were shocked at the outcome, mouth wide open.

"Guys, I don't think we should be watching, this seems too personal," Aether felt a sudden wave of embarrassment.

"No, no, no. What if- What if he doesn't let Sakujirou go?!" Yoimiya countered, trying her best to sound convincing, but truth be told, she was just extremely invested in the couple's story.

Keisuke's tears now freely dropped. However, not from sadness, but relief.

The years after his beloved set off were filled with sorrow and dismay. But now, all the burden that weighed down on him had been lifted.

He scrupulously embraced Sakujirou, finally feeling the warmth of the person he longed for the most. "I love you too, Sakujirou. I feel the same way as you! When I heard of your return, I didn't know what to do with myself. I wanted to see you so badly I sent officers to every corner of Inazuma to find you, I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you..."

"It's okay now," Sakujirou said between sobs, "I can't put to words the joy I feel at this moment..."

Keisuke parted from the embrace and straightened his face, suddenly recalling something, "Sakujirou, not only for that I am sorry, but for not understanding and dismissing your beliefs. I do worship the Raiden Shogun and I joined the Tenryou Commission to serve her. But now, my role is to forcefully take people's visions, seize people who break the decree, bringing immeasurable pain to the people... I don't want to do that, not anymore."

"Keisuke..." Sakujirou felt his heart break.

"The seasons may change and the years pass, but if I am with you, these factors don't mean anything. The Shogun desires eternity, and so do I. YOU are my eternity, Sakujirou. It doesn't matter where you go from here, I just ask that you allow me to be with you."

It was Sakujirou's turn to jump into the other's arms. Joy felt like it was flowing through his veins, the empty feeling inside his heart was now foreign to him.

With both of their smiles gleaming under the moonlight, the trio that watched the whole scene unfold from afar finally decided to leave, getting ready to watch the fireworks.

Yoimiya was more than excited to set off the fireworks Sakujirou had commissioned her to make previously, trying her best not to think how she ought to be the one to, not only explain to the Tenryou Commission about Keisuke's whereabouts, but also his parents.

When Sakujirou first asked for those specific fireworks, he wouldn't even dream of his wish of watching those fireworks with Keisuke that night coming true. Yet, the situation was even better.

Setting the boat afloat, the two men got on it, rowing the boat a few times before coming to a stop upon the loud noise behind them.

The murky skies of the land of eternity had been let up, the fireworks show started. Colorful beams of light filled the sky one after the other, leaving falling sparks as they ascended and exploded.

Sakujirou and Keisuke watched them rise, their eyes sparkling at the same rate as the sky. Side by side, fingers intertwined, resting on the wooden bench of the small boat. That instant, they felt the urge to see each other's faces on that timeless passing moment.

The coldness of the night and sea was compressed by the warmth they felt as the distance between them closed little by little.

Under the fireworks that night, Keisuke and Sakujirou proved their love for one another, sealing it with their first kiss.

The first of many to come.

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After the fireworks show, Paimon spoke about the meanings of fireworks to people. As for Kouchi who built the boat, it was friendship and for Keisuke's parents, their engagement.

"And for Keisuke and Sakujirou, they were commemorating, hmm..."

Aether pondered with Paimon, but after some thought, he gave a simple answer.

"Love."

#genshin impact #sakujirou #imatani keisuke #genshin impact rewrite #sakujirou x keisuke #yoimiya story quest #yoimiyas quest #inazuma quest #yoimiya #keisuke genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact oneshot

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i-dreamed-i-had-a-son · 3 years

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Little things I loved about the Chosen season finale:

"I know what the prophecies say about my appearance. Is this you trying to change that?"

Yeshua says this in reference to Isaiah 53:2-3, which states that the Messiah would not be anyone particularly attractive or striking in appearance. He would be a normal man (which is why--SPOILERS! (lol)--Judas has to designate which one He is when He is eventually betrayed). Yeshua's making a bit of a joke, while also affirming Himself as Messiah!

Also loved the whole ascension/opening-the-veil symbolism at the end (as I broke down in my other post). That gave me chills! Especially since James and John are at His sides because this is the first step of His earthly "ascension" just as they'd requested to be on either side of Him when He fully ascended to heaven (which we saw on the show and occurs in Mark 10:35-45)!

The conversation with Quintus (ik ik this was episode 7 but I have to mention it)?? Ooh that was good, especially the

I'm sorry to have caused such confusion over matters of flesh and bone!

Like HMM wonder what that could be referencing??? Another nice little nod which I'm so glad we keep getting to see.

The way the disciples interacted just felt so natural, and the conflicts that occurred stemmed from genuine hurt feelings, fear, and doubt. And it also was so realistic how they all had different ideas and interpretations of Yeshua's words and just wanted to do what was right but couldn't agree.

JUDASSSS I knew it was him as soon as the scene in the bar started and it really hurts my heart to know that he will be remembered, for the rest of time, just like he wanted--but not for anything good...it's so easy to picture him becoming gradually disillusioned with this "supposed" Messiah because he didn't understand what Yeshua's actual mission was. This is gonna hurt so much...

I also love the great way they showed us the Lord's Prayer and the Sermon on the Mount. They were so personal and intimate, which is exactly how they were intended. Especially the Sermon's introduction being directed to the disciples. The lines to Matthew about being unjustly treated really touched me. It made the whole thing seem directed at individuals, just like how John would preach! And how Simon was the first one to ask Yeshua how to pray--he is the first in so many things. There's a reason he's going to be called Peter!

Also also loved how Yeshua explained why He speaks in metaphors that might be hard to understand. He wants people who seek out the truth and really think about His words, and not everyone will.

The explanation of the salt of the earth honestly was something I hadn't thought of. He says so much with so little, and He means it not just for them (although he certainly was thinking of his disciples) but also for us. That's who we are called to be--what an exhortation!

The fact that the proposed colors for Yeshua's sash (which made Him stand out instead of being a disembodied voice?? Like how God's voice in the past has always been since no one could look upon His face??) all represented different and yet all completely true aspects of Himself? And how the one they chose was to show Him as Peacemaker, which is an important thing to emphasize because He will be saying many hard things and is now being seen as more of a threat by the Pharisees and Rome. As He said to Matthew, He came to make changes--but also to bring peace.

Speaking of that, how they chose the colors together?? How Matthew's input was valued?? How Mary designed the flyers and everyone else handed them out?? How Yeshua trusted the disciples to plan the way the sermon would be organized???? Basically how God values our contributions and uses our skills and talents to further His purposes and also appreciates them as the beautiful things they are and parts of what make us who we are and just He loves us, somehow, for some reason, He loves us and wants us to help Him accomplish His will!! Feeling like John out here, just in awe of His love

There's so much more but I just really loved like everything about this episode and I cannot wait to see what happens next!!

#the chosen tv series #the chosen #meta #scripture #my meta posts #yeshua #quality meta seal of approval #not to hype my own post up i just put that on all meta posts so that i can find them #kay can i just catch my breath for a second

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stilinskitpose · 4 years

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Pining over him // Peter Hale

Pairing: Peter Hale x female reader

Warnings: nsfw , smut , slight daddy kink, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, tonnnn of dirty talk and just a lot of sexy sin (plotless kind of)

Characters: Peter, Derek, Stiles, Scott, implies pack, y/n

Summery: The young reader has been fantasising about the feeling of being with a real man for a while now, a real man being no other than the notorious Peter Hale. However, it’s hard to be taken seriously when Peter thinks you are no more than an annoying little teenage girl.

Word Count: lost count it’s a ton

Authors Note: This is my first time posting on tumblr, let alone posting a smut imagine soooo I don’t know how this will turn out. I’m just going with the flow of my hormonal teenage instincts ;)

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“Y/n, did you even listen to a word that I just said?”

The deepness of the voice made you snap out of you staring at the entertaining spider that was crawling up the corner wall of Dereks loft, which caused you to jump suddenly on your squished position on the coach, trapped between two clowns, Scott and Stiles.

The quiet yelp you let out made Stiles stiffle a snort causing you to elbow him in the shoulder. The fucker deserved that. You let out a content sigh and an evil smile when you heard a sound of pain from your annoying brother from another mother. What can I say, the pain he feels makes me wither in complete pleasure. I snort at my chain of thoughts and look up to see a confused Derek Hale.

"Yeah sorry, I was just-", Trailing off mid sentence thinking of a viable reason for not listening to the former Alpha. Thinking it would be funny to tell them about the entertaining spider that just crawled under the crack of the wall on the other side of the spacious loft.

“There was a spider” You answer timidly, grimacing at yourself for sounding so stupid in the room full of your pack. Derek looks at you quizzingly, you giving him the most innocent look you could muster, he sighs before letting a small smile come across his features from your utter randomness.

“I was just telling you how we need to keep you somewhere safe incase the Darach decides to pay you a visit” Derek says quickly, you sigh in annoyance hating being treated like a defenceless little girl. You understood that you weren’t anything supernatural or anything but you would think Derek would have a little faith in you since you were so handy with a frying pan from being in a near death experience with the twin Alphas not so long ago. You chuckle subconsciously at the memory.

A mutter of agreements are heard from around the loft from your oh so fellow pack members. Betrayed and defeated, you try voice your opinion on the matter.

“What? No” You probably looked like a kicked puppy. You definatly felt like one. You continued “I’m not some helpless human Derek. Stiles is more helpless than me!” You whine flicking Stiles in the head which he repeated the action harder on me causing me to poke him in the ribs.

“Why has this suddenly turned into bash Stiles day? You know I have feelings too” Stiles offendingly says, his arms spazzing at his sides to try and prove his point.

“When am I ever nice to you” you scoff jokingly earning a chuckle in agreement from him before he went back to listening to the arguement infront of him wishing he had a bowl of popcorn to go along with it.

Derek ignores Stiles and resumes telling me that it’s for my own good. Blah blah.

“Where will I even go anyway? It’s not like I have a line of people waiting to protect me from the looming and pending doom of death itself” You replied, words laced with exaggeration.

“I’ll look after her, it’s not like I have anything better to do”

The husky voice came from the corner of the room shadows dancing across the body of the person that is wanting to ‘look after her’. What am I, a dog? Y/n replied in her head afraid to reply that response out loud since the deep voice belonged to a man she have been shamefully harbouring a crush on for some time now. Peter fucking Hale.

It’s not like she was afraid to converse with him, it’s just that she was terrified of making a fool of her self by stuttering out a few syllables before halting and staring at his piercing blue eyed that made her legs buckle submissively from the dominance they give off. She doesn’t know how he does it, makes her feel like her skin is on fire whilst her heart pounds faster than humanly normal. Without even meaning to aswell. It’s like he was a complete natural at turning her into jelly without even noticing. It riles her up to no extent.

Your eyes widen in shock and your heart beat began to rise much to your dismay, knowing that he probably knew the effects he had on you, since he had spectacular werewolf senses, made you want to crawl into a ball and wither away in embarrassment. But he never made any indication that he knew either from being completely oblivious or because he wanted to salvage that slither of pride you had left for yourself. You prayed the first. But you doubted it since Peter isn’t exactly known for being the nicest human in the planet.

You knew you were probably over exaggerating and stressing about this whole situation way to much but you just couldn’t comprehend what you would do if Peter found out the way you feel since he is abit older than you, being still only a junior in highschool yourself and him being a fully grown mature man that you wanted to pounce on all the damn time. Jesus I need to get laid, preferably by the man invading my dreams at night but desperate times cause desperate measures.

“Look after me? I’m not a child, I don’t need watching over, I have things to do like watching the last season of The Vampire Diaires even though I’m shitting scared to because Stephen dies” You ramble a butt load of word vomit wanting to shut up but your nerves were your worst enemy in situations like these.

“Hey don’t aim your anger on me I’m just volenteering to keep the weak and innocent out of harms way, that’s character development if you ask me” Peter replies smugly as his gaze burns into the your own. You muster up a harsh glare at Mr Hottie before pivoting to face Derek who was evidently waying the little options he had.

“Your not seriously considering this right? You hate him, everyone hates him” I bitterly state, relunctanly turning around to meet Mr Hotties patronising gaze. The evident smirk plastered on his handsome face tells me that he’s enjoying being the cause of this conflict. Mockingly sending a small wave as if proud of the past he has with the pack before him.

Everyone once again agrees with my statement causing Peter to let out an annoyed sigh before saying “I thought we all got over this anger that has been directed towards yours truely, It will give you wrinkles if you frown at me like that sweetheart”, he humours the situation by sending a wink in my direction. Ugh.

“It’s not like we have a lot of options right now y/n, as much as I don’t like it we need as many people focused on defeating the Darach. It will only be for a few days at the maximum. I promise. Please?” Derek had is puppy dog eyes displayed making it very hard for me to deny him, so I bit my tongue and agreed.

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Derek had dropped me off at Mr Hotties apartment with my bag laying heavy on my shoulders ready to stay for a few nights. This whole situation is bitter sweet if you ask me. Bitter because you didn’t know if these few days will hold a wave of awkwardness between the two of you and a lack of communication since the both of you have never had a proper convosation other than yesterday when he offered to keep you hostage in his apartment. And sweet because you’d have eye candy for a while. I was not complaining. It’s a win win situation.

You stroll around the apartment amused “I’m not going to lie I have always wondered if you lived in a secret lab or in an underground network of tunnels or something like that but this will do I guess ” you snickered and joked. Peter lifted an eyebrow and smirked saying “I’m not a complete animal darling”. My stomache filled with butterflies at his statement and I cleared my throat looking around the apartment once again.

Peter leaned on the doorframe and cocked his hip against it whilst his arms were crossed. Damn. He gave me a once over eyes lingering on the exposed area where my mid thigh length skirt lay. “Aren’t you a little young to be wearing that?” I frowned and looked up at his defined features past his broard strong shoulders.

“I’m nearly 18 I can wear whatever the hell I want” I scoffed. Peter held his hands up in mock surrender before strolling into the kitchen with his back facing me. I could see the defining back muscles from the outline of his green v neck and the way his bisceps flexed when reaching into one of the cupboards for two mugs. His hands. Oh holy Jesus his hands. The muscular and veiny hands gripped onto the coffee mugs send a wave of arousal downstairs. My mouth turned into an o shape as I imagined all the things those hands could do to me. All the filthy things. A girl can only take so much! As my eyes began to travel down the werewolf in front of me I started to bite my lip at the way his jeans hugged his cheeks as they clung amazingly against his thick legs that held rippling muscle. I have got to ask him what his leg day routine is.

A hand started to wave across of my face as if trying to get my attention, I averted my eyes away from the goodies to see Peter staring at me with a wide smirk along his smug face.

“Are you okay there y/n? You look a little flustered. Something on your mind?” He walked towards me untill I could feel his lips skimming the top of my ear. I gulped in suprised as my eyes widened and started stuttering out an excuse.

“Oh u-um I was just— nothing” I hung my head to look at my feet awkwardly as they began shifting from nerves.

“Hmm okay let me show you where you’ll be sleeping” he his voice rasped against my ear which sent shivers around my body.

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He knew exactly what he was doing. I mean how couldn’t he? It was like we were playing a game of cat and mouse. More like werewolf and human. I snorted out a chuckle at my pathetic joke as I lay down on the bed in the spare bedroom that Peter allowed me to use. Glancing down at my lack of clothing, an oversized t shirt that said ‘bugs life forever’ and a pair of white lace panties I let out a heavy sigh clocking my head untill it reached the my phone saying it was 2:45am. My throat was dry from overthinking earlier with Peter, how he got so close to me, pressing his body against mine. Why would he even do that? He thinks I’m an annoying teenager. A child.

Wanting to wet my parched throat I hopped towards the kitchen quietly, attempting not to wake Peter from his room and not bothering with putting on sweatpants as I didn’t suspect anyone to see me in this state. I reached my arms out to the highest cupboard in the kitchen, straining my arm at the height of it and huffed when I couldn’t reach it. A deep voice made me freeze in my position and slowly turn around.

“Did I say you could use my kitchen without my permission?” I gasped as I saw his shirtless form, rippling muscle clouded his chest with light scattered chest hair in the centre that led towards the waistband of his sweatpants. Atleast someone thought about wearing sweatpants.

Holy Jesus for I have sinned. “I didn’t think you would have a problem with it since you offered to imprison me inside the walls of your apartment” I muttered angrily starting to once again reach for the glass that I am determined to get. Little did you know that Peters eyes wandered past the hemline of the oversized sweatshirt you were wearing that was hiked up from you stretching to reach the glass, this eyes lingered on the exposed skin of your thighs and the white lace panties that hugged the underline of your firm ass. Having these sudden dirty thoughts that clouded his mind from his previous dream feels wrong since you are much younger than him. But Jesus did it feel so right to him.

The feeling of someone pressed against you from behind startles you. You move to spin around when a deep voice interrupts you. “I’ll get it for you, don’t strain yourself darling” Peters voice seemed strained as if he was trying to keep himself together as you let out a choked sigh at how close proximity you both were to eachother. As he reached up to grab you a glass and handed it to you, your response make you regret the day you were born. Started from your hands brushing you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Thankyou daddy” Both his and your eyes widen at your statement.

Oh my god. Did I really just say that out loud? Judging by his expression, I’m pretty sure I did. Shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? Someone please just kill me right now. A werewolf could come up to me right now and kill me and I would say thankyou.

This is why I shouldn’t be allowed to mingle with others

As he was about to say something but you step back abruptly and close your eyes from shear embarrassment.

A husky voice made you jump on the spot, “ say it again” His eyes glazed over in pure hunger as he watched me like I was his prey and he was the predator.

“I-I don’t know w-what your talking about” my voice sqeaked in pure humiliation

“Say it again” he repeats himself before stalking his way towards you and wrapping his hand round your throat as he squeezed lightly sending an electric feeling of pleasure towards your core. You whimpered at the contact and threw your head back at the sight of this heated haze that bore into yours and so he could reach more of your exposed throat.

“Yes, you do. Say it again. I won’t ask a third time.” He growls and you can feel yourself begin to dampen at his forceful tone.

“Thankyou daddy” You coo.

Fuck.” He curses before lunging forward and taking your lips with his. You immediately open your mouth to his probing tongue and moan when it brushes over yours. Peter pulls away from your wet lips and traces his tongue down your throat as his lips begin to suck along the side of your neck surely leaving marks as he does it making you whine and shudder in pleasure. His impossibly enormous hands glide their way to my chest before capturing my breasts through my sweatshirt starting to kneed and pinch my nipples as he held intense eye contact with me.

“These-” he stopped to grasp them harshly before tearing the fabric of my sweatshirt off making direct contact with them this time with his warm and inviting hands that made me choke a whimper as I was being dominated by the man that I have pined over for as long as I have known him. “Are mine” he finished with a growl flashing his blue luminous eyes. His lips began to assault the hardened nipples, swirling his warm tongue round the bud then biting them teasingly.

“Say it, say that you are mine little girl” he demanded as his hand reached down to cup my pussy through my white lace panties.

“Oh god- oh god yes! I’m yours” I managed to stutter as I became a moaning mess as his magic fingers circled around my clothed clit before he moved them aside and plunged two fingers inside my tight walls.

Barely forming a grammatically correct sentence from the immense feeling of pleasure that I was going through, I reached down bravely to palm his prominent bulge that twitched under my palm.

He growled as his hands ran down your back, grabbing your ass between his hands touching outline of your pussy through your thin lace panties. He pushes you back into the kitchen until you feel your back hit the kitchen table. Peter pulls back away from your lips and flips you around, bending you over the table.

Shocked from the turn of events you let out a yelp, “What are you doing?” you moan and cry out as his hands pull down your panties, kicking your legs open with his feet.

“Giving you what you want baby” He husks as his hands pull down your shorts, kicking your legs open with his feet. You hear him unbuckle his belt before shoving his hand between your legs. “Your soaked” he groans before shoving his cock deep inside your pink and wet pussy.

“ Did you not think I’d notice how you feel about me baby? Your arousal always in the air for me to smell all the damn time I’m around you baby girl, you don’t even realise how hard it was to resist the urge to fuck you everytime I saw you” You purr in content at his sinful string of words.

“Peter please” you beg. He slaps your ass hard causing you to let out a loud moan. “That’s not my name” he glares. Realising what you meant it took you no time before pleasing him again.

“Daddy! O-oh fuck yes!”

“That’s a good girl, I’m going to fucking ruin you” he growls in your ear making you whimper. His dirty words only spurring how turned on you are.

“Please don’t stop what your doing” your desperate gasps are all that he needed to fuck you untill your screaming his name.

He begins to ram his cock in and out of your pussy as you let out a stream of loud and sinful moans, pounding you into the table, making the table legs squeak against the hard floor. He reached round to grip your hair as the other slings around your throat holding you in place as he begins to whisper dirty words into your ear that makes you eager to feel your pussy pulsate around his hard and thick length.

“Who knew you were such a naughty girl y/n? Desperate to feel my cock inside you, I bet you like it when I fuck you don’t you? Huh? Rough and hard?” You managed to humm before it turned into a stuttered moan as you felt yourself beginning to quiver and your legs to shake he continued to pound you with his cock.

Suddenly the feeling of a knot forming below your stomache makes you stutter out a moan “ holy shit, yes, yes!” You scream as you come undone around him as he continues to pound you through your orgasm. A stream of grunts follow after yours as he came inside you, milking your walls with his hot cum.

“Wow, that was unexpected” you grunt as you try and catch your breath, leaning against the kitchen table.

“You started it, calling me daddy and all” he teased whilst he send you a smirk.

“Well I’ll call you daddy as much as you want next time” you reach out to pull at his short hair leaning to give him a subtle kiss on his lips that lingered.

“Darling, next time I plan to fuck that warm little mouth with my cock” he growls.

That can definitely be arranged

#peter hale #peter hale smut #peter x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf fanfiction #smut

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anextraordinarymuse · 3 years

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Looking forward to your thoughts on tonight's WCTH if you have any you'd like to share...

Hey, anon. Let’s jump right in, shall we?

This was probably the first episode where I’ve enjoyed pretty much the whole episode in ... awhile. That might have something to do with the fact that I waited until today to watch, when I was ready and not tired. Anyway ...

Rosemary and Nathan for MVP’s!! Now, I pretty much always love Rosemary. But she held it down this episode: trying to help her friend, who she can see is hurting, but also calling her out and really making her do the emotional work that she’s been avoiding. I could have jumped through my screen and hugged the life out of Rosemary when she said “Elizabeth, Jack’s death wasn’t Nathan’s fault. You know that, don’t you?”

It’s interesting (and illuminating) that Elizabeth immediately gets upset and defensive about that. I think that tells us something important about where Elizabeth’s head is at right now: because in her opening monologue she calls it “the senseless accident” that took Jack from her, but in this moment it almost feels like ... Elizabeth doesn’t know that Jack’s death wasn’t Nathan’s fault. I think she knows it wasn’t, but she also struggles with kind of accepting that. When someone you love very much dies a sudden, unexpected death one of the hardest things to grapple with is just not understanding it. Especially if there was “no reason”. Sometimes, we know ahead of time: it was cancer, or old age, or even in the case of a drunk driver or something. There is a clear cause there; there’s something or someone to place the blame on. But when someone just dies and there’s no reason for it, that is so hard to come to terms with. It’s easier to have somewhere to place the blame. I think that’s what Elizabeth is trying to make sense of right now. Nathan had nothing to do with Jack’s death, but that’s probably not how it feels right now. Elizabeth needs to make sense of the world all over again, but now that’s complicated by so many things - and we’ll get in to some of those in a minute.

I loved the Lucas and Allie scene. Allie’s uncertainty is so touching, and so is her heartfelt concern for her uncle. This poor kid is stuck in the middle of a situation she doesn’t understand, and has no idea how to navigate unless she does it from her center of True North: Nathan. Allie wants Elizabeth to be part of their lives, and she wants things to be okay with Lucas and Nathan, and she just really wants Nathan to be happy again. But she has no idea how to make any of that happen, so the best she can do is show her love and loyalty to her uncle. And I’ve never hated Lucas, but I don’t think I’ve ever loved him more than I did in this scene with Allie. In fact, he irritated me a little in a later scene, but in this moment I thought he was amazing. He understands Allie’s concern, and what she’s trying to do, and he immediately tries to reassure her. That was wonderful. BUT, I also found the story he tells Allie about his mother and the guy that wouldn’t leave her alone interesting. In that story, Lucas (the adult) is the man that wouldn’t leave his mother alone, and Allie is Lucas (the child) who is afraid and just trying to get the man to go away. So, Elizabeth and Nathan are the parents in that story, and Lucas is the man who is trying to separate them, and Allie is the child who is just trying to keep her parents together.

Hmm ... what an illuminating story, Lucas. It’s almost like you know that you’re in the middle of something that’s bigger than you; almost like you know, on some level, that you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be.

Now, circling back to Elizabeth: I think right now she is looking for any reason not to love Nathan, and any reason that a love between them wouldn’t work. She’s making assumptions about a lot of things, and a lot of people, rather than simply asking for and then accepting the truth. At this point, I think we’ve seen that the truths Elizabeth has been given lately aren’t really ... helpful. They’re big, and they’re scary, and they aren’t helping her tell the story that she wants to tell herself. She doesn’t want Nathan to be noble, and selfless, and in love, because it’s easier for her to pretend that she’s not in love with him if he’s not those things.

I think that scene with Nathan in the jail really rocked Elizabeth to her core - again. Lately, every time she talks to Nathan he sets her reeling - and if he’s her new foundation, as I’ve already mentioned, and that foundation right now feels shaky and unsettled, then everything else in her life is going to feel shaky and unsettled as well. But that scene in the jail ... Elizabeth is actively trying not to be in love, for just the reasons that Nathan said he didn’t want to be in love with her: because it feels like she’s betraying Jack’s memory. But there’s more to it than that: Elizabeth did not want to fall in love with another Mountie. Plus, there’s now a whole new layer to her relationship with Nathan now that she knows that he just as easily could have been in Jack’s place. This whole disaster started with Nathan’s close call in the season 7 finale, when Elizabeth thought he died. Now, episodes later, she has just found out that there was another time that he could have died - and it doesn’t matter that she didn’t know him then, because she knows him now. So, Elizabeth is dealing with the death of Jack, but now she’s also been made to face (again) that the man she doesn’t want to love, but does, could also have died twice over. Now, it’s natural for us to be glad that the people we love are okay and nothing bad happened to them - so does Elizabeth struggle with this? Maybe we’ll get to see it, but I bet she does. Imagine the confusion and guilt she’s trying to make sense of for being glad that Nathan didn’t die, but then feeling conflicted because Nathan not dying means that Jack did. And there’s no real competition here: you can absolutely be glad that this person you love is okay without wanting anything bad to happen to someone else. But in this confusing situation, full of grief and guilt, does Elizabeth really understand that? Or does she feel like a traitor for being grateful that Nathan didn’t die ... in the accident that Jack did die in? What a painful conundrum to be in.

And that’s probably only compounded by Allie. Because three years ago Elizabeth didn’t know Nathan or Allie, but she knows them now - and loves them. And she knows (at least on some level) that Nathan dying would have left Allie totally alone in the world. But Jack dying left her and little Jack alone. And there is no right or wrong answer here, or right or wrong choice. No one (myself included) is saying that it was better that it was Jack who died instead of Nathan. It’s just a thing that happened. And, again, it’s true that Allie would have been totally alone without Nathan, but that’s not one of those helpful truths that we talked about. It doesn’t help Elizabeth tell herself whatever story she wishes she could live instead.

And then hearing Nathan say the words back to her? “I fell in love with you, and I think love is always worth fighting for.” Of course, Elizabeth jumped on Rosemary’s statement that she talked to Nathan earlier; of course, Elizabeth would rather believe that Rosemary encouraged him and told him what to say. Because, if not ... if not, the alternative is that, yet again, she and Nathan are so in tune - so similar, and connected, and aligned - that it only makes her love him more. Here’s this man who won’t give up on her, no matter what; who will understand her grief and confusion and pain over loving him because he feels it too, because he also tried not to fall in love with her; who is noble, and selfless, and who, somehow, without knowing it, has said the very thing to her that she’s said to someone else weeks ago. I’m not at all surprised that Elizabeth would rather assume that Rosemary encouraged Nathan.

And Rosemary! Calling Elizabeth out in that last scene ... amazing. It’s about time someone gave this woman some hard truths.

Oh, and the scene in the saloon where Elizabeth is about to be blindfolded? Watch the way she looks at Rosemary, and the way Rosemary’s face changes. Elizabeth knew that this wasn’t going to end well, or at least knew enough of herself to know that she might not pick the man she intended to. She is afraid and anxious in that moment, and Rosemary sees it. She sees the doubt on Elizabeth’s face. I also think this is why Elizabeth says “Lucas?” quietly right before she takes off her blindfold. She stops at Nathan’s hands because of the feeling she gets - that breathless sort of spark - and she wants it to be Lucas. She hopes it’s Lucas ... but it definitely is not. And, keep in mind, this handholding moment comes after Elizabeth has been to the jail and she and Nathan have had their moment. So, Nathan tells her that love is always worth fighting for and now here she is, hours later, blindfolded and picking him out of a lineup by just the touch of his hands? Hands that she’s never held before, by the way, or really even touched in more than a glancing way.

Listen, Elizabeth’s heart is a compass, and no matter how hard she tries to ignore it, it just keeps pointing her home. Upset, confused, guilty, on shaky ground, aligned, unaligned ... she still just keeps finding her way to Nathan.

Also, later she tells Lucas that she talked to Nathan and she describes the encounter as awkward. Now, I honestly don’t know why they had her use that word. That scene in the jail is a lot of things, but awkward is not how I would describe it. Heavy, intense, emotional, raw, unguarded, honest ... but not awkward. Why did she describe it that way? I honestly don’t know. But, I’d also point out that Elizabeth maintains eye contact with Nathan when he talks about falling in love with her - she only looks away when Nathan says he felt guilty because he felt like he was betraying Jack’s memory. Her eyes shoot straight up to his face again when he tells about love being worth fighting for. Interesting body language, no? She’s looking right at him - no hiding, no looking away, no disbelief or surprise or anything when he talks about falling in love with her. And when Nathan steps closer to her, like real close, Elizabeth has that breathless feeling again - you can see it in the way she takes a deep breath as he approaches. And she’s almost crying when she leaves. What Nathan says brings tears to her eyes.

So, again ... awkwardness where? Awkwardness who?

Also telling was that Elizabeth tells Lucas “I don’t want to be caught in the middle either, Lucas” when he says that he and Nathan will work things out so that Allie isn’t caught in the middle. Now, after Elizabeth says that and then tells Lucas that Nathan told her about the whole Jack thing, Lucas asks permission to go ask Nathan why he didn’t tell her sooner. That kind of irked me because it felt like overstepping, and too ... I don’t know, aggressive? That might not be the right word. At any rate, that was not Lucas’s place, and it wasn’t necessary. This matter truly is just between Nathan and Elizabeth.

Anyway, I think this was a good episode. I do wonder if, after seeing the expression on Nathan’s face after Elizabeth leaves the jail, we’ll see Nathan kind of give up in episode 10 and 11. I know he said in this episode that he wouldn’t when Rosemary confronted him about it, but I wonder if that’s true. Or maybe he won’t give up, per se, but be like he was in this episode: there, but not there. He’s not seeking Elizabeth out or really even approaching her, but whenever she approaches him he’s open and honest with her. At any rate, I think we’ll see the real turnaround come in episodes 11 and 12. I think we’re seeing the start of it now, but that’s when it’ll really happen. We’ll see some more of it episode 10 - I kind of think Joseph will say something at the wedding that will set Elizabeth thinking even more - but things will really swing around in the last two episodes I think.

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detectivecarlosreyes · 3 years

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In Case of Emergency (Ch 6/10)

Ao3 | 2.3/11.3k | Eventual Buddie | Status: Incomplete

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Chapter 6: late night texts can change everything Buck leaves Bobby and Athena's and comes up with a plan to get his job back, things change however when he gets a text from Eddie. Plot deviation from the lawsuit arc and set in 3x04: triggers // some more follow through of the tsunami arc

Buck never thought he could feel so betrayed as he did after leaving dinner at Athena and Bobby’s. It was almost unfathomable to think that Bobby, the man who had taken time out of his free days to take him to rehab, was the same man who didn’t believe in him, didn’t believe he was ready.

He had survived a god-damn tsunami on blood thinners without any major injures and managed to rescue multiple people in the process for goodness sake. How could he not be ready after all that? And yet Bobby had just let him believe that it was the department that was keeping him from what he was meant to be doing. He just couldn’t believe it.

So, he drove around aimlessly after leaving dinner, deciding it best to remove himself from the situation to avoid saying something he would be unable to take back. His phone rang a few times intermittently, but he ignored it, assuming that it was Bobby or Athena asking him to hear them out.

He continued to stew instead as he traversed the roads, not yet ready to talk it out or let go of the hurt and frustration over Bobby’s revelation. He glanced briefly in the direction of his phone as it rang a fifth time, seeing Eddie’s name momentarily before the screen blacked out again. As he brought his gaze back to the road the glossy card of the ambulance chaser, Chase Mackey caught his eye sitting in the cup holder, reflecting yellow from the street lights.

Pulling into the curb of a random side street, he picked up the card, contemplative as he considered the words of the lawyer from earlier that day, thinking that maybe the man had the right idea after all, and, spurred on by the sense of injustice, resolved to visit the office in the morning.

It was as he set the card down that his phone lit up again, this time with a text highlighting the fact that he’d missed 2 calls from Bobby, 1 from Athena, and the two most recent ones being from Eddie, with the text appearing only minutes since his last call, stating something that made his heart squeeze knowing exactly what Eddie was referring.

Chris needs to see you. He had a bad one.

He knew exactly where he needed to be, anything else that was on his mind simply became unimportant.

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Eddie had thought that Christopher’s nightmares were getting better, slowly becoming few and far between as the weeks stretched on, putting time between Chris and the tsunami that plagued his dreams, causing him to cry out in terror over the memories that Eddie could only imagine.

It had been almost a week since his last one, lulling them both into a false sense of security of being able to sleep through the night. But the mind, especially one so young exposed to any kind of traumatic event, is never quite so predictable and thus woke the Diaz household when they least expected it.

It was in Christopher’s bed that he sat, squeezed onto the small bedframe with his son clinging to his shirt, tearfully asking for Buck, fearful that his dream was real, that he truly had lost his Buck to terrifying rushing waters.

Eddie held him tight and tried to convince him that Buck was safe and unharmed, sleeping in his apartment but that was not enough, Chris couldn’t be calmed until he saw the man who he had last seen fresh from his dream lost to the water.

With one arm holding his son to his chest, Eddie produced his phone with his other hand, tapping in Buck’s number that had become ingrained into his memory in recent times. The hour was late, but he knew that Buck slept with his ringer on just in case anyone needed his immediate attention, more so especially in the past few weeks.

It rang out.

Undeterred, he called again, and then when that one rang out as well, he sent a text with the simple statement; Chris needs to see you. He had a bad one.

This was something that had become common practice between the two of them in the time directly after the tsunami. It came to no surprise for either of them that Christopher had nightmares after everything that happened, asking for Buck in fear over what had become of him in their time apart.

As soon as Buck knew about them, he became insistent that Eddie call him regardless of the hour if he needed to. Realistically, Eddie knew that Chris seeing Buck was not just for his son’s sake. It was hard to miss the tired lines in his best friend’s face or the fact that his face brightened with relief the moment he saw Chris as if he himself had similar nights as his son.

Despite all that though, as time went on and the anxiety and nightmares lessened, so too did Buck’s physical presence, with them being able to calm the other with a phone call or video chat instead, so that’s how he assumed Buck would answer to the text, just another one of their calls. He certainly didn’t expect to hear the distant sound of keys rattling against the front door some few minutes later, the door opening and closing before the well-dressed form of Buck himself appeared in the doorway.

“Buck!” gasped Chris in surprise and relief, “You’re okay!”

“I sure am bud.” Buck’s eyes darted to Eddie’s for a second before they settled back onto Chris, “Are you okay? Been dreaming about that day again?”

Eddie felt Chris’s head brush against his shoulder as he shook his head at the first question and nod at the second, but all he could do was watch Buck as his face morphed into intense worry like so many times before for a brief second before it turned into one of soft reassurance as he moved to squat beside the bed.

“Hmm, that just won’t do. How about I make you a hot chocolate then we read something and see if you can get some more sleep for tonight.”

“No! don’t go!” cried out Chris as he reached for Buck.

Eddie exchanged a look with Buck before detangling himself from Chris’s grasp, “How about I make the hot chocolate, and Buck sits with you instead?” he offered.

Getting a positive response, Eddie slipped from his spot allowing room for Buck to take his place, and left for the kitchen, moving swiftly to fill a mug with the sweet warm drink. He returned only a few minutes later, hot chocolate in hand, to find the two of them quietly murmuring to each other.

He paused in the doorway for a moment watching the two of them together, seeing Buck say something that caused Christopher to giggle. It was moments like these that reminded him how lucky they were to have someone like Buck in their lives.

He hadn’t really noticed it at first, just how much Buck has become ingrained into their lives, but it had become much more pronounced in the period after Shannon’s passing, his presence becoming a staple in their chaotic world and filling a gap that Eddie had forgotten was there until Buck started occupying it.

Buck brought forth feelings, complicated and conflicting emotions that Eddie didn’t want to comprehend, knew that he shouldn’t try to comprehend, but now they were beginning to be impossible to set-aside more over these last few weeks than ever before, preoccupying his thoughts more often than not.

With a sigh, he tamped down on these thoughts, knowing there was no point in humouring his wishful thinking, and re-emerged into the room and carefully passed the cooling hot chocolate to Chris while Buck picked up the nearby book on his bedside table.

It was there that he read, the dulcet tones of his voice, quiet and soothing, causing Chris to slowly lose the fight with his drooping eyelids and eventually fall asleep against Buck’s side. Between the two of them, they settled Chris back under his bed sheets and pillow, moving in well-rehearsed synchronisation, having done something similar many times before.

As they relocated to the living room, Eddie took in Buck’s appearance, once again noting that he was still dressed, presumably from the dinner with Athena and Bobby that he’d mentioned earlier in the week. Now, however, he could tell that the man was carrying a heaviness in his shoulders that Eddie hadn’t seen since he’d been in his cast.

“Thanks for coming, I’m surprised you came over at this hour though, figured you’d just call.” He said instead, the question for the heaviness on the tip of his tongue.

Buck shrugged as he answered, “I was in the area.”

Eddie looked at the clock, “This late? Would’ve thought you’d be in bed by now surely, I certainly was.”

There was a pause as Buck took him in wearing his pajamas and then at the clock looking as though he hadn’t been aware of the time, “I should go, I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Buck, wait. If something is bothering you, why don’t you tell me.” He offered, gesturing towards the couch.

“I should let you sleep, it's late.”

“I’m not going to be able to until you tell me,” he insisted.

And so, with a sigh, Buck sat down and told him. Told him everything, including his plan of going to see a lawyer to get his job back.

“You didn’t know, did you? That it was only Bobby that was keeping me from coming back.” He asked after getting everything out.

“No, of course not, but Buck, this is the reason why we have a union, you don’t need to go to a lawyer. Why would you think that was the way to go?” he asked curiously, trying not to sound critical.

“I don’t know, just from the way Mackey was saying things. I thought it was going to be my only way to get back to my job and doing something that I know I’m good at, be back with the team, my family… back to you.” He ended softly before his eyes widened and he followed up in a rush, “Because it’s not the same just seeing you guys outside of work.”

Eddie barely heard the last part as he latched onto what Buck inadvertently let slip, feeling his heart flutter as he asked hesitantly, “Me? Why me specifically?”

“I- ah, I just miss working with you, being on your six like I’m supposed to be,” Buck answered evasively.

“Come on, Buck, you’re a terrible liar and you know it. What aren’t you telling me?” he pressed, needing to know for sure what Buck meant with that statement.

“Don’t make me say it Eds,” pleaded Buck quietly.

“Why not?”

“I won’t be able to pretend it’s not a thing anymore if I do, and I don’t want things to change between us if I say it. Because things will inevitably change even if we say that they won’t.”

Having a sense of what Buck was trying to say without actually saying it, Eddie could feel a beacon of hope, that maybe the feelings that he has been trying to hide from himself and from the world might not be quite so one-sided as he thought.

He placed a gentle hand over Buck’s, “You can say it. I think I know what you’re trying not to say because I’ve been thinking about and trying not to say it too.”

Eddie could see Buck’s resolve crumbling under the touch.

“I have feelings for you Eddie,” Buck eventually admitted whisper-quiet, unable to look at him.

“That’s what I was hoping you were going to say,” Eddie curled his fingers around Buck’s hand and squeezed gently, “I have feelings for you too Buck.”

Eddie kept his gaze steady on Buck, waiting for his shining eyes to shift back to his, and smiled softly as Buck opened his mouth in disbelief, “You’re not messing with me right now, are you?”

“I’m definitely not messing with you; it’s just taken me a while to believe that this is what I’ve been feeling. They all just got so complicated by Shannon and confusing with you being around as a friend but also filling a role as a partner outside of the workplace without meaning to, I didn’t want to say anything for the same reasons as you said, I didn’t want to jinx what we had.”

Buck tentatively laced their fingers together and they sit like that for what feels like hours as they take each other in, each wearing a soft smile as the reality of the conversation set in. Thoughts of their past moments together taking on a different meaning in this new light.

Eventually, though, Buck broke the silence with a yawn, reminding them both of the late hour, causing them both to stand up, the intimacy of the moment now broken.

“I should go,” Buck announced quietly, punctuating it with another yawn, sending Eddie to yawn reflexively in response.

“Promise you’ll come back in the morning?” He asked of Buck as he followed the man to the door.

“Knowing what I know now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away.”

“We can talk properly about going to the union…” Eddie added as Buck opened the door and turned back to face him, “… and we can talk more about this, about us too,”

“I’d like that,” Buck responded with soft eyes as he hesitated in the doorway for a moment before looking like he’d come to a decision and dipped down slightly to touch a featherlight kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see you later.”

Eddie stood there in partial shock as Buck left, hand brushing his cheek where those soft lips had just been, knowing that yes, this was real, and no he wasn’t just imagining it. This was just the beginning of something new and special and all he could think is just how right it felt.

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one-leaf-grimoire · 4 years

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Three Leafed Chaos

Chapter 2/4

Warning: dick jokes

The next week or so went by without any major events. However, everyone had a goal in their mind: to win the heart of their crush on Three-Leaf day. Included among that group, it turns out, was every Magic Knights Squad captain. No one was prepared for the conflict that was to erupt.

"Well, that's it for our meeting! Please check out the evaluation report that's in those folders, there's plenty of suggestions for all of you!" Julius clapped his hands together as he stood up. The Captains were all gathered there for a meeting, about a week after the evaluations. "Remember, the new member exam is in just a month. Use this time to strengthen your positions! Or, er-" He sent a not-so-subtle glance at Yami. "Use it as a... fresh start!"

Fresh start? This geezer really has the nerve to lecture us after he was 15 minutes late to the meeting? However, Yami knew he probably deserved it, after the debacle last week. He still felt bad about what happened to the Evaluator he was entrusted with, but all he could do now was take her advice to heart and make his squad better... somehow. He did ask Julius about her right before the meeting truly began. "Oh, yeah, she's fine! She had quite the hangover the next day, but she's been out and about ever since."

"Alright, who wants to go get a drink? One of the rich boys is paying," Yami said, standing up after Julius left.

"Ka ka! Yami, you're such a freeloader," Jack hissed with his usual wide smirk. "To be expected of a foreigner."

"Hey, you'll be taking advantage of it too, commoner."

"Silence! We will be paying for our own drinks, and no one else's," Nozel snapped, standing up and flipping his feathered cloak dramatically.

With that, the nine of them headed down to their usual spot, a bar in the castle down. Everyone ordered drinks and started to lounge around, as they were the only ones in the bar at this time of night. However, after a few drinks, Yami started to notice that something was up with William, the Captain of the Golden Dawn. "Yo, masked weirdo, what's the matter? You look all gloomy." He snickered as an idea came to him. "I got it! Your evaluation was bad, right?"

William narrowed his eyes, but gulped nervously. "No... in fact, my evaluation was perfect."

"Eh?" Now Jack was interested, too. "What's the matter then? Ooh, I have an idea~" He giggled, already a little tipsy. "You have a crush on someone, right?"

"Huh? No! No way." However, they could all tell the man was bright red, even with the mask on. "Well, I mean- i-it's none of your businesses."

Nozel and Fuegoleon turned to look at him, concerned that the usually cool-headed man was getting flustered. "Oh? Have you finally found a Lady Vangeance?"

William didn't respond, just stared at his drink silently.

"Eh. Whatever." Yami took another sip before glancing around at everyone. Fuegoleon and Nozel were sitting by the bar, which was being tended by the usual old man. Gueldre was oddly silent tonight, but had a satisfied look on his face. Charlotte, Rill, and Dorothy were sitting together at a table. Dorothy was asleep, Rill was furiously drawing something in a sketchbook, and Charlotte kept stealing glances at Yami. Huh... their minds are all miles away, Yami thought to himself. For some reason, his mind drifted to the memory of that Evaluator's smiling face, and felt his heart start to clench again. I want to see her again... but in the meantime, I feel the need to talk about her to someone. He cleared his throat. "So... what did you guys think of that Evaluator?"

As soon as the sentence passed his lips, Yami felt everyone's Ki tense up. What the Hell? Did they all get bad evaluations?

"She was... interesting." Fuegoleon was the first to speak. "She assisted us on a mission. Her magic is actually quite powerful. It's not hard to see why she stands beside the Wizard King."

"... I thought the same," Nozel suddenly said. Yami raised an eyebrow. Nozel was actually complimenting someone? "She was very confident in her job."

"She was a delight, yes," Charlotte said quietly. "I wish she would join my squad."

"Oh! That Evaluator! She was wonderful!" Everyone jumped out of their skins as Dorothy's eyes suddenly popped open and she jumped out of her seat.

"Ah! What in the Hell, you can talk?" Yami and Jack chorused together.

Dorothy giggled and gave them a peace sign. "Uh huh! That girl was so sweet! Kirsch loved her, too. She's very cute... me and her are kindred spirits. In fact..." Dorothy giggled again, a light blush on her cheeks. "I'm thinking of getting her a present for Three Leaf Day."

All at once, the remaining 8 captains jumped to their feet.

"NO! You can't!"

Everyone regretted the instinctual reaction as soon as it happened. They froze and looked around at each other, realization dawning simultaneously.

"Whoa, whoa, why did we all get so defensive all the sudden?" Yami asked, pointing around accusingly. "Don't tell me..." He suddenly started laughing. "Do we all want to give the same person a gift on Three Leaf Day?!"

"Tch." Nozel scowled. "As if I would ever give a gift to someone so many ranks below me..." However, his blush betrayed him.

"Wait! That can't be true, William also stood up," Fuegoleon exclaimed. "William, don't you already like someone?"

William winced. "I... I do... and that someone is her."

"I can't believe this! All you disgusting men, lusting over such an innocent girl!" Charlotte suddenly shouted, glaring at them all.

"Ka ka, Charlotte likes her too?" Jack asked, crossing his arms. "I'll slice you to bits if you touch her!"

"Say, Charlotte, I didn't know you liked girls?" Yami asked, slightly disappointed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised..."

Charlotte flushed pink. "I-I like men, too, you know!"

"Oh? What man do you like?"

"T-t-t-that's none of your business!"

"Wahh!" Rill suddenly started crying. "She was so beautiful and picturesque... I've been drawing her ever since!" He flipped his sketchbook around to reveal a photorealistic drawing of the girl. He captured her cuteness perfectly.

"Well, if we all like her, she'll just have to choose which one of us to return Love to on Three Leaf day, right?" Fuegoleon proposed. Yami laughed. "What? Yami, is this really a laughing matter?"

"Sure is! None of you losers stand a chance against me!" he told them brashly.

"Ah, ah, ah... don't be so sure about that." They all looked over at Gueldre, who chuckled. "You see... I'm four steps ahead of you." The large, ham-like man smirked. "I took her on a date."

"WHAT?!?!?"

"How dare you! I was planning to ask soon!" Fuegoleon roared like a lion.

"You can't possibly... she deserves Royalty, not New Money like you!" Nozel added, not even trying to hide it anymore.

"I told you, she and I are kindred spirits, she's going in my dream world and never coming out," Dorothy threatened.

"Whoa, hold on, tell us about this so called date Ham-man," Yami asked, picking up that he wasn't telling the whole truth.

Gueldre gulped. "Well... you see..." He fiddled with his fingers. "Well, it wasn't so much a date as it was a discussion about the evaluation... hehe... BUT!" He held up a finger before anyone could butt in. "It was over dinner! So it counts as a date!"

Everyone stared at him for a moment, quickly realizing that he wasn't a threat. "As I was saying-" Yami turned to the others. "None of you stand a chance against me. Me and that girl... we have a connection."

"Hey! Didn't you hear what I said?" Gueldre was standing his ground. "She deserves a guy like me!"

"Oh yeah? Personally, I think she deserves a little better than Gueldre Poizot Micropenis."

Gueldre and everyone else's mouths fell open at Yami's insult. "Y-y-you heathen!" Gueldre bellowed, balling up his fists. "You have no proof! And anyway, don't talk smack about that unless you've got an even bigger-"

"Gueldre, please." Gueldre felt a hand on his shoulder and looked down to see William gazing solemnly up at him. "Please don't take that road. That's not a battle you can win."

Everyone gasped at his words. "Ooh! William?!" Dorothy asked, looking concerned. "Wait, how do you know how big Yami's-"

"We were on the same squad back in the day," William cut in before she could go any farther.

Yami nodded, amused. "Yep... The Grey Deer base had some killer baths. Julius said it was great for squad bonding. That's why I had one installed at the Black Bulls base."

"The Grey Deer? Ka ka!" Jack pointed at the two of them. "That's right... you were on the same squad, and Julius was your captain? So, you took baths with him? So, you saw his..." His voice trailed off when he saw how both Yami and William were looking at him. He had never seen Yami look so grim before. Jeez... did I just unlock some sort of tragic memory?

~ Yami and William's tragic memory~

"Yami, you were right, this really is a nice bath." William smiled to himself as he sunk down to his shoulders.

"Of course I was right." Yami looked over at the younger man. They were still both relatively new to the squad. "Say, aren't you going to take that mask off?"

William frowned and shook his head. "No... I'd rather not."

Yami shrugged but chuckled. "Come on... you can't be that ugly."

The other members in the bath laughed at the joke, and William even smiled along with them. "That depends on who you ask."

Even more laughter. Then, there was a voice. "You guys sound like you're having fun! Is there room for one more?"

Yami recognized the voice and looked over at the source. "Captain! Yes, join us."

Julius grinned and gave him a thumbs up before dropping his towel. He stepped down one step into the bath but paused when he realized everyone was staring at him. "...what?"

Yami gulped. "Uh, nothing." William was staring down at the water's surface.

Julius was genuinely confused. "Hmm? Am I bleeding somewhere?"

"No, no, just- er- you should get in the water."

"Ah, right! There's nothing like a good bath."

~ end flashback ~

"ANYWAY, you don't want to finish that sentence," Yami finally finished. "I stand by what I said... none of you stand a chance."

Fuegoleon scowled and clenched his fist resolutely. "That sounds like a challenge..."

"I won't let either of you beat me. I won't allow shame to befall the house of Silva," Nozel added.

"Wah... I'm too young for her anyway," Rill said, more afraid of the large men around him.

"I-I won't let her heart be stolen by a man!" Charlotte demanded.

"..." Gueldre had given up after being humiliated.

"Ke ke! I'll show you freaks what a casanova I really am!" Jack challenged.

Dorothy sighed. "This is getting boring now that you're all involved... I'd rather just sleep."

"...She's obviously got many admirers," William said sadly. "Very well... I'll leave her to one of you." He obviously wasn't happy about it, but hey, what's a man gonna do about it?

"That's it then, the challenge has begun!" Yami announced dramtically. "Three-Leaf day is in a week... a week to win that girl's heart!"

"Ah, if I could cut in real quick-" They all turned in surprise to see the speaker: the elderly bartender. He laughed nervously. "I'm just an old man, but don't you think you're jumping into this way too quickly? I mean..." he chuckled. "Most of you have only met her once, right? Yet, it sounds like you're all in love. How is she supposed to reciprocate feelings for people she doesn't spend time with?"

Yami narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Hmm? Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight, you geezer?"

"Geezer?! Ah, and yes of course... just something to keep in mind." His eyes twinkled as he turned away to keep drying dishes.

"He has a point!" Fuegoleon said. "She's not a magic knight, and she works mostly in the castle. If we don't act quickly, she'll forget about us, or worse, catch the eye of one of the Wizard King's other advisors. We need to take her on dates... that way she'll fall for us, too!"

"I guess..." Yami pointed at them accusingly. "I'll be the first!"

"Oh yeah?"

"I'd like to see you try."

"Ka ka! I'll be the first to take her out!"

And just like that, the four men ran off to start writing letters and arrange a "date." The others staggered home soon after.

As Charlotte walked home, she couldn't help but smile to herself. I'm a step ahead of them now... she's already coming over for tea tomorrow.

#black clover #writing #yami sukehiro x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #nozel silva x reader #charlotte roselei x reader #three leafed chaos

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Fool (Kirishima x Reader)

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

Genre: Angst

Inspo: “Twit” by HwaSa

Summary: You’re facing some conflicting feelings about your boyfriend Kirishima, and you’re guilty about them.

Word count: 1,950

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: First official Kiri post! And it’s really depressing. And kinda messy.

Ok this was difficult to write. It hurted. Kind of a lot.

I had a block writing this because I was probably trying to reject all this hurt that I’m trying to inflict on this beautiful boy. He doesn’t deserve any of this, I’m sorry sharkbaby :( So apologies if it’s not up to the same standard as everything else I write, something in me was just rejecting any angst towards Kiri and it threw me off my game.

Even with my large headphones on, I can feel his loving gaze on the back of my head as he lays on my bed, a love-struck grin on his face.

It's annoying. Doesn't he have something better to do than watch me?

Kirishima gets up and stands behind me, sliding my headphones off and placing them on the desk before wrapping his arms around me. "Babe, when are you gonna finish? I wanna watch a movie with you."

The musky scent that used to weaken me tickles my nose. "Kiri, didn't Mina ask you to go out with them tonight?" I ask lazily, trying to hide my strained irritation.

"She did, but I'd rather be with you, babe." His arms wrap tighter around my shoulders. "I'd miss my beautiful angel."

I grimace to myself. "But don't you want to have some time away from me? We see each other almost all the time, you deserve to be with your friends for once. They probably want to see you."

"It wouldn't be manly of me to leave you by yourself on a Friday night. I can be with them another time," he places a kiss on the side of my head.

That's not true. Kirishima's been blowing off his friends for the past month. It's great that he wants to give me all his attention, but it's gotten worse. My hand clenches around the my pen unconsciously.

"I even brought big bag of chips for us to share!" He walks over to my bed and I hear the crinkling plastic. "I've been waiting all week for us to chill together! Especially after all the training Aizawa put us through."

Oh, Kiri. I can't knock him for being incredibly sweet. He's certainly putting his entire heart into the relationship. I turn my music off and put my books away. "Alright, I'm finished." Slowly walking towards the bed, he opens my laptop excitedly. I lift the covers to slip in next to him.

He's scrolling through the options. "Hmm, I'm down for anything, but what do you wanna watch?"

"Just put anything on." I try to sound more enthusiastic to hiding the lifeless tone of my voice.

After a bit of back and forth, he finally puts on an action movie for us to watch. Though I'd suggested it for us to watch since I know it's Kirishima's favorite, I wasn't too interested in it. Although, watching the male protagonist makes me guilty. My boyfriend sits next to me, but I'm thinking about being dominated by a stronger man.

I think Mina secretly hates me. She's become less energetic whenever I talk to our group of friends. At lunch, she glares daggers as Kirishima digs himself into me, flickering back and forth between the two of us. I choose to focus on my phone while my boyfriend talks to Bakugou, his hand permanently circled around my waist like I'm a precious suitcase. Sometimes, he'll rest his head on my shoulder, not tearing his eyes away from the conversation, telling me he's still thinking of me even when he's not looking right at me.

It's suffocating.

Between Mina's watchful eyes and Kirishima's grip on me, I never realized how much I want to disappear. I want to tell her it's not my fault her best friend wants to spend every waking moment with me. I'd love for her to take him off my hands for a day.

My only solace is Bakugou. Funnily enough, I love how he's not giving me the time of day. Not in a mean way, he just doesn't talk to me much since he's Kirishima's best friend. But it feels like that's exactly what I desire, someone who purposely ignores me sometimes, someone who give me space to breathe, someone who can function properly without me. He's a man who's a pillar of independence and power, someone who can take charge. Someone who I'd love to take charge of me for once.

But as much as I could pine for Bakugou, he's not for me either. There's no substance, no feeling there. Us being together would be like an arranged marriage. In theory, our personalities and desires are compatible, but the absence of any chemistry between us would make our relationship hollow. Besides, Bakugou wouldn't betray his best friend like that, he has morals even if he doesn't have a quiet setting.

"I'm sure we'll do fine on the midterms," Kirishima squeezes his arm around me. "Sharkbabe can review with me. I'll need the smartest person to help since I'm not the best at studying."

His compliments used to fill me with warmth, building my confidence with his praises. Now it feels like he's an overbearing parent trying to brag about their just-average child to their friends. "Maybe we can all study together. The more the merrier, right?"

"You always have great ideas, babe." When Kirishima nuzzles his head further into my neck and I try not to stiffen visibly, the smug look on Bakugou's face tells me he noticed it. I playfully glare at him and he relaxes into a half-smile, a sign that he understands what I feel.

As Kirishima kisses my cheek and goes on about how great I am, there's a cold sinking sensation in my chest. How can I be so great when I'm the one making you seem so lonely?

After class, I sit in the classroom, just wanting to be alone with my thoughts. My low energy doesn't put me in the mood to train or even walk to the dorms. Kirishima had surprised me with a cute box of chocolate for our 100 day anniversary that I'd forgotten about. Actually, it's more like I never cared enough to count how many days we've been a couple.

The box stares back at me, a reminder of how much better and more my boyfriend care than I do. How much more he loves me than I love him. It seems more and more apparent that he's the sole person in this relationship. My hand curls around my red shame. Why does he have no problem showering me in affection when it's so obvious that I don't reciprocate it back?

Am I flawed? Why can't I appreciate being spoiled by such an amazing guy? Doesn't everyone want to feel loved like this?

Did I...make him like this?

He's been so attentive, paying attention to everything I do and adjusting my day around it. He always places my favorite drink on my desk before class every morning, he sometimes get lunch for me because he knows my favorite foods, he brings my favorite flavor of ice cream to eat on our breaks together. But I don't know anything about him, I never did anything like that to him. And whenever I tell him to stop out of guilt, he smiles and says, "It's manly to take care of the people you love."

I groan out to myself. I want to love him, but all his affection is smothering. And that's the fault in me. I'd hate for him to be trying so hard just so I can give some of it back to him. I just wish he would stopping trying and get angry for once.

"Kiri, I want to be left alone. Please." I face away from him, laying on my side so I can't see him.

"Babe, you've been distant for a few days." The worry lacing his words nauseates me. "Talk to me, I want you to feel better."

"Talking about it won't help, I just don't want to be around anyone," I try to persuade him to leave. "Please go."

His silence almost fools me into think he's listened to me, but I feel the bed sink behind me. "I see you're going through something," his soft tone resounds close to me. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you, I'll do anything to help."

And that's when I know I can't take it anymore.

I sit up and throw the blanket off of me. "You'll do anything, but you won't shut up and leave when I ask," I snap, getting up and walking to the other side of the room. I refuse to look at him and his stupid, caring face.

"Sometimes, all you need is some company, I wouldn't want to be alone suffering." He's confused, but still kind. He still doesn't get it.

I whip around to face him. "Funny, because from where I stand, you're pretty lonely, you just don't realize it or you're just fooling yourself."

Pure shock paints his features at my sudden outburst. "Wha-"

"Do you really not see the problem between us?" I laugh bitterly, heat rising inside me. "You're the only person who's actually putting effort into this relationship. Actually, you might even be putting too much!" When he still stares blankly at me, I continue, "I know you've realized that I don't pay you any attention, I don't do anything for you. But you're not bothered by it, you don't even get mad about it!"

Kirishima rubs the back of his scarlet hair. "I figured you're just the type who can't express your affections well. I'm totally fine with just giving you everything because that's the kind of guy I am."

I bite my lip, about to burst. "Wow. You must be an idiot."

His jaw flies open, hurt mixed in his eyes, but I can't stop now.

"You're okay with being treated like trash when you could have anyone else. You're such a masochist for letting someone mistreat you when there are so many other people who are so much better for you and will love you back, but you want the one person who doesn't care. Or maybe you're some stupid, ignorant idiot who never even saw it in the first place because you're love-blind."

Though there's a weight lifted off my chest, I feel hollow. I've ripped an extremely stubborn band-aid off and the sting still remains. He doesn't even know how to look at me, but I can see the cogs turning in his mind as he processes my words. My heart beats as I wait for some sort of reaction, the aftermath of my confession high climbing down now.

I watch as the initial shock and hurt slowly morphs into anger as his fists clench and slightly harden with his quirk. "Maybe you're right," he nods, a new resolve present. "I do deserve someone better. And when I find them, I won't misread them like I did to you. I'll remember this." And he turns around and leaves quietly, not even slamming the door behind him.

The silence makes my ears buzz low, my body starting to shake slightly. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe more screaming? A bigger fight? One of us to end up crying? It felt easy somehow. The exchange didn't last 2 minutes and it was already over.

I want to say that I regret lashing out like that. More astonishing to me is that I don't. I just broke up with someone, I should feel some degree of pain or sadness. Sure, it's bittersweet: somewhere deep down, I'm sure I'll miss some of his doting and his kind gestures, but I'm more relieved that he'll find someone better instead of being tied down by someone like me who won't - or can't - do anything for him.

The anger and confusion that rage within me isn't towards losing a relationship. I reach a sobering conclusion: A bird does not make a barren tree any less barren; once it flies away it's back to being a lonely, barren tree.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kirishima angst #kirishima imagine #kirishima scenario #gender neutral reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha x reader #hwasa twit

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

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The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Seventeen

I sat on top of the roof with my back against the edge. I was slowly going through each of the drawings in the folder. Most of them were of me. They were all so delicate and beautiful. So perfectly drawn with so much detail. It was clear Gally had taken his time on each of them.

"Knock knock" a soft voice said from the top of the stairs.

I turned my head to see Fry standing in the doorway. I gave him a small smile.

"Can I join you?" He asked hesitantly.

I nodded then patted the spot next to me. He walked over then carefully sat down beside me.

"What's that?" He asked pointing to the folder.

I put the drawings back inside it then handed it to him.

"That man, Lawrence, gave it to me. He said they were Gally's." I said softly.

Fry opened the folder. He smiled as he flipped through the drawings.

"Wow, he got really good at this." Fry said quietly.

"You knew he could draw?" I asked him.

Fry nodded as he pulled out the drawing of me laughing.

"He always had an eye for details. Looks exactly like you." Fry smiled.

He placed the paper back in the folder then handed it back to me. I sighed.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you." I said softly.

Fry chuckled.

"You don't have to apologize Em. I get it. You're under a lot of stress." He smiled at me.

"I do need to apologize Fry. You were there for me when everyone else was busy with their own problems. You stayed up at night to keep me company. You held me when I cried. You made me laugh when all I wanted to do was tear myself apart. You confessed feelings for me that I wasn't ready to reciprocate but you still continued to stand beside me and be my friend. You've been so understanding and loving and now I'm treating you like none of that ever happened and I'm sorry. I don't ever want to forget what you've been to me in the past year. I'm just so conflicted." I felt the tears fall down my cheeks as I spoke.

Fry gently pulled the folder from my hands then laid it on the ground. He picked me up then gently sat me on his lap. I buried my face in his neck so I could let everything I felt come out. He wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"Emi, you're right, I do have feelings for you but I know what you and Gally had. What you still have. I saw it with my own eyes. I knew I'd never replace him. I never wanted to. I just want to be there for you however I can. I can't imagine what is going through your head now that we know he's alive. I just want you to know it's okay. Don't feel any guilt for wanting to run to him. He's the love of your life. A love you thought you'd lost forever but now you've got the chance at a real life with him. I'm always gonna be your friend. When we go back down there do me a favor." Fry paused to look down at me.

I sniffled then pulled away from him so I could look him in the eyes.

"You grab that dumb shank and you kiss him. Make sure he knows what you feel. Don't hesitate. Don't you worry about me either. I'll happily stand by you both." He smiled down at me.

"Thank you Fry" I whispered.

"It's what friends are for Em." He leaned forward then placed a soft kiss to my forehead.

He stood up pulling me to my feet with him. He picked the folder up from the ground then handed it to me.

"I believe this belongs to you." He chuckled.

I took the folder hugging it to me as I let him guide me back to the stairs. Once we were back in the sitting room where we first met Lawrence I saw that the others had returned. Gally and Thomas both had their backs to me. The rest of the group was sitting around the room. I saw Newt nod in mine and Fry's direction. Both Gally and Thomas turned around to face us. Gally's eyes fell the the folder I was hugging. He visibly gulped as his eyes moved to Fry's arm that was gently placed against my mid back. Fry silently guided me over to a large couch. We both sat down with the rest of the group.

“So, what’s our way in?” Brenda asked from her seat next to me.

Thomas sighed as he shifted his weight between his feet. Something was up with him. I glanced to Newt who was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked angry. Properly angry.

“Teresa is our way in. We grab her and use her as our pass through the doors. I can get us guard uniforms to blend in.” Gally explained.

Thomas shook his head as he pulled at his bottom lip. My blood boiled just from the mention of her name.

“No, there’s gotta be another way.” Thomas said.

“Like what? You’ve seen the building. She is our only way in.” Gally told him.

“You really think she’s gonna help us?” Thomas asked.

“I don’t plan on asking for her permission.” Gally said sternly.

“You’re god damn right!” I shouted as I got to my feet.

“You need someone to bash her damn head in? I’m your girl. I can promise you if I get my hands on her she won’t be able to do anything but what we say.” I said angrily.

“There you go. I’m pretty sure she can do just that.” Gally said with a small smile.

Brenda stood up beside me. She grabbed my shoulder in a small gesture to keep me calm. I knew she hated Teresa as much as I did.

“Am I missing something?” She asked Thomas.

He looked at her in clear confusion.

“This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct? Same dick?” Brenda asked Thomas.

“I like her.” Gally said pointing to Brenda.

“What’s going on?” Brenda asked Thomas softly.

Newt huffed as he stood up.

“What, are you afraid your little girlfriend is gonna get hurt?” Newt asked sharply as he turned to face Thomas.

Thomas looked completely taken back.

“Hmm? Because this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?” Newt asked stepping closer to my brother and his boyfriend.

“Newt, what are you talking about?” Thomas asked with hurt in his eyes.

Newt started to walk slowly as he spoke forcing Thomas to walk backwards away from him.

“Teresa. She’s the only reason that Minho’s even missing in the first place. Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back. And what? You don’t want to because of her? Because deep down inside you care about her, don’t you? Just admit it.” Newt said aggressively as Thomas stopped against the wall.

“Newt, I-“ Thomas started.

“Don’t lie to me! Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” Newt shouted as he shoved Thomas against the wall.

I jumped at his action. What the hell? In all the time I’ve known Newt he’s never been angry like this. And with Thomas of all people? Newt stepped back as he panted.

“Sorry” I heard him say faintly.

He ran a hand threw his hair as he turned to face the rest of us.

“I’m sorry” he said softly.

He turned then disappeared up the stairs to the roof. Thomas took a deep breath as he stepped away from the wall.

“You better go after him Tommy.” I said sternly.

Thomas nodded the quickly made for the stairs.

“What the hell was that?” Brenda asked.

“No clue” Fry said as he stood up.

“Maybe Newt’s a little jealous. I think he has every right to be pissed about Thomas wanting to protect her.” I said with a look of disgust as I thought about Thomas doing just that.

“Emi” Gally said suddenly.

My head snapped up to look at him. He stepped back from the group then nodded for me to follow him.

“Let’s talk” he said softly as he glanced to Fry.

I nodded then stepped up to follow him. He led me into the room I was in earlier with Lawrence. He sighed as he closed the door behind him. For some reason the air seemed to grow tense once we were completely alone. My heart raced in my chest. What did he want to talk about?

“God it’s good to see you.” He said with a small smile.

He was standing a few feet from me. He was looking at me hesitantly like I wasn’t real. Like I’d lash out at him any second. As soon as I saw that in his eyes I ran to him. I threw myself against him so hard that he stumbled backwards into the wall. My arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his arms tightly wrapped around my back. He held me tightly against him. Neither of us said a word. We didn’t need to. My mind, body, and heart were overloaded. I had forgotten how it felt to hold him. To be held against him. To feel the heat radiating from him. A sob fell from my lips as I tightened my arms around him.

“I’m sorry” I cried into his neck.

“What?” He asked.

“I’m sorry I left you. I should have stayed. I should have stayed with you in the Glade. None of this would have happened if I would have just stayed with you.” I cried.

Gally stepped away from the wall carrying me with him. I felt his hands on the back of my thighs then he gently picked me up. He sat me on top the desk his drawings had once been hiding in. He pulled my arms away from him then grabbed each side of my face forcing me to look up at him.

“No Emi, you made the right choice. I was the idiot. When you asked me to come with you I should have dropped everything. I thought the Glade was my home but I was wrong. You’re my home. Seeing you again after all that time was as much of a shock to me as it was to you. What I saw was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. That I’d ever loved standing with my friend.” Gally took a breath as he let go of my face.

“What do you mean?” I asked softly.

“What I saw when you got out of that van was Fry immediately grabbing you. I saw the way he looked at you. I saw the way you clung to him. I need you to tell me and please be honest. Did you move on with Frypan? If you did I’m not going to be mad. I understand. You thought I was dead. You had every right to move on with your life. I just need to know.” Gally’s eyes started to water as he looked away from me.

I jumped off the desk then grabbed his shirt. I pulled him to me so I could crash my lips against his. Everything I was all that time ago in the Glade came right back to me. Every hope and dream I’d ever wanted for me and Gally.

“I’m not complaining but I don’t think that answered my question.” He whispered as he pressed his forehead against mine.

“No Gally, I never moved on. It took me a long time to make peace with you dying. Fry was there for me through it all. He was my support. I won’t lie that I did think when the time came and I was ready to move on it would have been with Fry. He knew where I stood and he respected it completely.” I explained softly.

He grabbed each side of my face then kissed me again.

“I never stopped loving you Em.” He whispered.

“I never stopped loving you Gally.” I told him.

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I’m not gonna lie you guys I kinda feel like some of this is a bit forced but I honestly can’t tell so let me know what you think!

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ohnojustimagine · 5 years

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One Soul Less

Sanada/Reader/Evil; 3350 words, smut.

Faux-Historical AU. Totally made-up fantasy world with no basis in reality.

Content notes: there is some pretty dubious consent here and also a little bit of implied (background and completely offscreen) noncon.

The wars have raged for years now, and no corner of the kingdom has escaped the relentless advance of their devastation. Your own village was once far away from the front lines of battle, far enough that you were, for a time, able to delude yourself into thinking that your own existence would not be affected by conflict, that you might be able to live something resembling a normal life.

You were even hopeful enough to marry, though you were granted only a few short months of happiness before your husband was called to fight, and it was not so very long after that that you received news of his death.

Your village has been reduced to only women and children, a few elderly and frail men, and the armies of the enemy clan, Los Ingobernables, draw closer day by day.

Some of the other young women say they would rather die than be taken by Los Ingobernables, such is the clan's legendary savagery, but you are not so sure. You want to survive, more than anything, determined that your life will not be wasted, and so you resolve that you will do whatever it takes, whatever is necessary, though you try not to think about what that might actually mean.

And so when the time comes, you do not put up a fight. An advance party of Los Ingobernables soldiers arrive one morning on horseback, laughing to find how unprotected the village is, and though they take what meager food and provisions they can find, it is clear that what they seek most of all is women. You and the others of marrigeable age are rounded up, jeered at by the soldiers as your hands are bound at your back and you are tied together, a line of rope connecting you.

They do not touch you, not yet, marching you out of the village, across the empty plains and towards the far horizon, and after some time, you look back. Plumes of black smoke drift up into the sky, and you know they have burned your homes, likely killed anyone left behind. You take a deep breath, turning forward to face whatever fate awaits you, and though you muster all the courage you can, you stumble a little, your resolve wavering for just a moment.

"Hey," one of the men says, glaring down at you from his position on horseback, cracking his whip, catching you on your shoulder with a stinging flick. "Keep up, you lazy bitch," he orders.

"Careful," another of the soldiers warns him. "Commander says that one's out of bounds."

"Why?" his compatriot asks. "They're all just whores."

The other man shrugs. "She's the prettiest of them, he wants to save her for Lord Evil and Lord Sanada."

And a chill of fear runs through your body at the sound of the names, rushing cold in your blood, because Lord Evil and Lord Sanada are infamous as some of the most ruthless of Los Ingobernables' leaders, and if you have indeed been chosen for their particular favor, then your decision to survive at any cost may be one you come to regret.

But it is too late to resist, and so you walk on with the other women. You are not allowed to speak to one another, but the soldiers let you rest for a while when the sun is high in the sky, distributing water among you so you can drink. Yet you are soon urged back onto your feet, marching on, and darkness is just falling as you finally reach the enemy camp.

Fires burn, and there are tents and tethered horses almost as far as you can see in the dimming light. A murmur goes up as you enter the camp, and men surround you, leering, lust written dark over their faces.

Orders are barked out by the commander who has led you in, and the other women, most of them already crying, are taken away towards some of the larger tents, but you are held back, and you can only hope and pray that being deemed more valuable, worthy of being offered to the men of higher status, means that your fate will not be so unfortunate.

The commander grabs your arm, straining your shoulder as your hands are still bound behind you, but he pays no heed, dragging you towards a tent set up in the middle of the camp. It is cleaner and seemingly more sturdily constructed than any of the others, and you can hear voices from within, but the man stops with you outside. He looks you up and down, and rather than untie you, he pulls out a knife and simply cuts your clothing off your body, giving you a lascivious smile as he tears away your underclothes, leaving you naked.

"There," he says. "All pretty for their lordships." He stares at your breasts for a moment, reaching down to rub at his crotch through his clothing, sucking in a breath. He is tempted to touch you, you can tell, but he restrains himself, instead pulling you into the tent.

It is warm, a small stove burning in the center of the space, rugs covering the ground beneath your feet, and there are men, dressed in finer clothes than anyone you have so far seen. They all sit cross-legged, forming a circle, drinking and laughing, eating from trays of food placed in front of them, and a slight hush falls as you enter and they turn to stare at you, curious.

You blush furiously, unable to cover your nakedness, desperately trying not to meet their eyes, and as your vision adjusts to the light, you see there are two ornate chairs at the far side of the tent, with two men seated in them. You swallow, your heart beating faster, fear creeping over you. Because you know exactly who they are, and their presence is as intimidating as the legends have told.

The talk you have heard of them would suggest that the slightly more heavyset man with dark paint smudged under his eyes is Lord Evil, and the other, taller man with lightened hair and beard is Lord Sanada. They both gaze at you, their expressions betraying no interest, detached and aloof.

"My lords," the man beside you says, bowing and then shoving you forward until you are standing in front of them, trembling. "We captured and destroyed the village a day's march from here." A few murmurs of approval stir from the assembled men, and your captor goes on, bolder now, saying, "There were not many spoils to be had, but we took the women, and saved the finest one for your lordships."

Neither Lord Evil nor Lord Sanada speak, both regarding you with an air of faint disdain, and it makes you fear, that they do not seem to find you something to be at all desired.

"She is untouched, my lords," the soldier continues, as if hopeful, wanting to impress and aware he is failing. "Absolutely pure, I promise you."

Lord Evil nods, but not in any particularly approving way, and says, "Take her through there, leave her." He gestures at a curtained-off area, and the soldier bows again, eager. He drags you away, pushing you through the draped fabric into a smaller section of the tent, where most of the space is taken up by a slightly raised sleeping place piled high with thick, soft-looking furs, and you breathe in at the sight of it, knowing what awaits you here.

The man looks back to check that you are hidden from view, and then grabs a rough handful of your buttocks, squeezing, and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out at the sudden hurt of it. He laughs, mouth curling up into a sneering grin, exposing his rotting teeth. "Enjoy yourself, pretty," he says, and then is gone.

You wait, wondering hopelessly what would happen if you tried to escape, but you are not that foolish, and so you take a deep breath, calming yourself as best you can. You will live, you tell yourself. You are determined to live, and you will survive this.

It is not so long before their lordships enter, and Lord Evil quickly unfastens the ropes that bind you. You breathe out, the ache in your shoulders easing, watching as he throws himself down on the furs, leaning back on his arms and looking you over, seemingly still unimpressed. "Do you want her?" he asks.

Lord Sanada remains standing, and shrugs, displaying no enthusiasm at the prospect of taking you. "Why must they always bring us the virgins?" he asks. "They're all the same, so timid and afraid."

"You know it would be a mark of disrespect," replies Lord Evil, "to offer up a woman who has been used."

"I would not mind," Lord Sanada says, "a woman who has been used." He sighs. "At least she would know how to please a man, without having to be taught."

Lord Evil stares disconsolately at you. "Perhaps we should send her out to the men," he says. "They do like virgins."

"I..." you start, but then hesitate, not sure if you are permitted to speak, and they both frown slightly, seemingly surprised at your forwardness. But then Lord Evil waves his fingers at you, indicating that you should continue. "I-I am not a virgin," you say, then add, with a submissive bow of your head, "my lords."

"Did our men take you?" Lord Evil asks, his voice suddenly sharp, and you assume he is suspicious the soldier lied about leaving you untouched.

"No, my lord," you state. "They did not touch me. I have... I had a husband."

"Had?" says Lord Evil. "Is he now dead?"

"He was killed in the wars." By your men, you want to say, but you remain silent.

"You are young to be a widow, how long were you married?" Lord Sanada asks.

"Barely three months."

"And was your husband a good man?" he says.

"He was truly a good man."

"Did you please him?"

You feel heat rise on your cheeks at so frank a question but it seems modesty is not a trait either of them favor, so you look Lord Sanada in the eyes, and answer, plainly, "Yes, I did."

"Hmm," he muses, as if now at least somewhat interested. "Perhaps you can please us, then."

He does not say anything further, simply untying his belt but not making any more motion to remove his clothes. He regards you with a steady, unwavering gaze, and you are guessing this is some kind of test, that he will deliberately not command you, wanting to see if you are as experienced as you have claimed. And you certainly know enough to realize exactly what he is implying you should do, and so you take a deep breath. Survival, you tell yourself, walking to stand before him and then falling to your knees. You swallow nervously, carefully pulling aside his robes and underclothes and exposing him, his manhood.

You close your eyes for a moment, but then open them again, staring at it. It is soft, though even in this state, it is not small, and you lean in closer, gently pressing a kiss to the shaft of it. You glance up, and he nods at you, approving, and so you continue.

You stroke him, and he begins to grow underneath your touch, your fingers curling around him, feeling the way he fits into your hand, strange but somehow familiar and suddenly, memories of your husband rush into your mind, how you once touched him like this, how he would respond, the way he looked at you

When you were together, it felt as if there were no one but the two of you in the whole world, everything else forgotten and it is those thoughts that you try to hold on to as you lower your head, taking Lord Sanada's manhood in your mouth.

You suck on him, circling your tongue around him before sliding your lips down over him, as far as you can before moving back up, stroking him with your hand, the wetness your mouth has left on him easing the caress as you again use your tongue on the topmost part of him.

You close your eyes, willing yourself to recall past times with your husband, when you performed this act eagerly and wholeheartedly, aware that if you can fool your body into even the barest arousal, then things will go easier for you, later.

"Your husband taught you well, it seems," Lord Sanada says, and there is an edge to his voice, a slight hoarseness that speaks of desire. You redouble your efforts, determined that none of this should be in vain, and he rests one hand on the back of your head. You inhale, ready, expecting that he will force you further down onto him, push himself into your throat, but his touch is surprisingly undemanding, almost gentle.

And so you continue, until your jaw begins to ache, but you go on, and you can tell that he is close to finishing when he finally says, "Enough."

You sit back, opening your eyes, staring up at him, and though you can see that he is breathing heavily, the expression on his face remains strangely neutral.

Lord Evil is still leaning back, watching, but now he sits up. "Come here," he beckons you, and you crawl up beside him, trying not to be afraid, or at least not allow your fear to show. You had thought men like this, so famed for their cruelty, would be aroused by a woman's fear, but it appears Lord Evil and Lord Sanada have their own particular tastes, and you will do whatever you can to fulfil their needs.

"Lie back for me," he says, and you obey, the furs spread there soft under your bared skin. You open your legs wide for him without being asked, wanting to seem willing, and you assume he will want to take you, but he settles himself between your thighs, tracing his fingertips up and over the tender skin on the inside of your legs. "Let us see, then," he says, the words almost murmured, "if you also know how to receive pleasure." And then he bends to you, his mouth pressed to your most intimate parts, his tongue drawing through the folds there, slowly at first, as if with studied care, but his vigor increases as you become wetter, opening to him as he licks you. Because it would seem he is something of an expert in this art, much more skilled than your husband ever was, and you whimper, helpless, the sound desperate in your own ears, your fingers threading through the furs beside you, scrabbling to find purchase, needing something to hold on to before you lose yourself completely.

You feel movement, distracting you, and you look to see Lord Sanada kneeling up next to you. He is naked now, his body spectacularly masculine, broad-chested and muscular, and you cannot help letting out a most improper moan at the sight of him, but he does not react. He drinks from a fine ceramic cup, staring intently at your face as he idly strokes his manhood with his other hand, still coolly composed. Yet after a few minutes he sets down the cup and lies beside you, licking at your lips until you part them for him, his tongue slipping full and warm into your mouth with the sharp taste of sake.

You whine, because Lord Evil has not stopped, has only intensified his attentions, and you can sense something unstoppable rising within you, the rush of it quickened by your shame, that you are finding pleasure in being with these men, men who are responsible for so much death and destruction. But you cannot control it, wanton as you are, your body arching up in completion, Lord Evil holding you down as his mouth only sends you to even greater heights, Lord Sanada kissing you even more deeply, consuming you until you feel you cannot bear it, but then it peaks, and passes.

They both sit up, Lord Evil licking his lips, as if to catch every last taste of you, and you blush.

"She is very... responsive," he says, like that fact pleases him, and Lord Sanada nods.

For a minute neither of them speak, but then they look at each other, some silent understanding between them, and Lord Sanada positions himself on top of you, lying over you, gripping his manhood, entering into you without resistance, your body only open and ready for him.

You are still aching from Lord Evil's mouth, but it only seems to enhance the sensation of Lord Sanada inside you, make it better as he thrusts himself in and out of you, his hips moving smoothly, the motion of it so practiced and skilful that it leaves you gasping.

And then all at once he ceases, pulling out of you, shifting to one side, and you are suddenly afraid, wondering if you have failed to please him, but it would appear that he is only making way for Lord Evil, who is now also unclothed, his member standing proud and potent, waiting to fill you.

It is bigger than Lord Sanada's, as is the rest of his body, thick with muscle, his strength obvious, and you let out a small cry as he slides home inside you, but he does not hesitate, let you adjust or relax, his rhythm immediately needful and unrelenting.

And this time you are not so surprised when he stops, allowing Lord Sanada to again use you. Between them they take turns with it, each thrusting into you until he brings himself nearly to climax and then stopping, pulling out and climbing off you, and then the other will start anew, and you cannot fathom what kind of self-control they must possess, because you have never known it was possible for men to last like this, but it seems they wish to prolong their pleasure for as extended a time as they can. Or perhaps they just want to torment you, because you are brought to a peak over and over again, until you are certain it will never stop, your body shaking and weakened by what feels like an onslaught, yet somehow you still want more, willing to take as much as they will deign to give you.

Lord Sanada finishes first, almost silently, closing his eyes, one long, exhaled breath that ends sharply, and with that he rolls off you, lying beside you, apparently sated. He watches as Lord Evil thrusts into you one last time with a low moan that seems to resound from deep in his chest, and then he, too, is satisfied.

But you can barely breathe, still trembling, your whole body pulsing in time with your racing heartbeat, your skin aflame like something raw.

"What do you think?" Lord Sanada says, seemingly perfectly calm.

"I think perhaps we should have her remain with us," says Lord Evil. "For a time, at least."

"Hmm," Lord Sanada hums, as if in agreement.

He covers you with one of the furs, and you pull it over yourself, curling up on your side, exhausted. They both stand, beginning to dress themselves.

"We must speak with our men," Lord Evil tells you, and when you gaze up at him, there is faintest trace of a smile on his lips, perhaps a hint of something resembling approval in his eyes. "Rest," he says, "and soon we will begin again."

And despite yourself, you feel a sharp stab of need at your core, the ache there only intensifying with a throb that hovers in some delightfully indistinct place between pleasure and hurt. Because you want this, it seems, you want to serve them and perhaps you cannot understand your own motivations, but then perhaps you do not wish to.

"Yes, my lords," you whisper, and close your eyes.

#ohnojustwrites #njpw imagine #sanada imagine #sanada #evil imagine #evil

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anonymous said: I get that scene was also a final tribute to Clxa and Lxa apologising and blessing Bellarke. But this has confused and annoyed me for a long time: so Clarke is willing to give up everything including her friends, Bellamy, hundreds of innocents FOR MADI HER CHILD AS A MOTHER WOULD. But she can't destroy the Flame which she knows puts Madi at risk and compromises her childhood, but she then tells Madi that she loved Lxa but that's "nothing compared to how much I love you". It doesn't add up to me.

[this wasn’t on anon but i get the feeling, because of other things, that it was meant to be on anon, so I am taking the name off. if you prefer to speak under your own name, sorry. but i thought it’d be better to be safe than sorry.]

One of the things you have to do when you come upon a story point that doesn’t seem to make sense, is to first look at what you think is happening, and WHY it doesn’t make sense, doesn’t fit.

Okay so for Clarke, Madi > Bellamy > Humanity > Sky Crew > Lxa. These are the choices she has made. But then you have a problem because it comes back around to FlameLxa > Madi... And then she sends FlameLxa AND Madi into battle to save Bellamy, so it’s back to Bellamy > FlameLxa-Madi. So it gets really confusing and seems to contradict what she’s done so far.

I’m not sure it does, though. I think it’s a complication. So I think we have to look DEEPER into the events and motivations to understand WHY Clarke acted the way she did. I actually don’t find it OOC, but she also behaves differently towards different people, and in different situations. And also, depending upon how mentally stable she is, she makes different choices. ALSO what philosophy she’s following. That might be an important detail, actually.

And there are a few things to consider. The first thing to consider is that Clarke can’t do it HERSELF. She killed Finn, even though it wasn’t her fault, and was the best choice, and it ruined her. She could NOT physically kill Lxa although she had the chance, but she COULD choose her people over Lxa and let that play out into her death, which is what happened. But she couldn’t destroy the flame with Lxa in it, which we saw, I think like three times? She COULDN’T shoot Bellamy herself, actually she couldn’t let Roan kill him either, but she COULD leave him to die at his sister’s hands. So this is not a simple question either. Not just a matter of doing it herself vs letting someone else do it.

All right. Another thing to consider. Who Clarke is DEVELOPS over time. The Clarke from season 1 wouldn’t do these things. She killed Finn in season 2 and it damaged her. She turned to Lxa for advice on how to handle that and Lxa told her that love was a weakness, something that, despite not liking it, she has continued to follow except for with ONE person-- Bellamy, all the way through season 4. After six years alone, when she reunites with Bellamy, she’s off kilter and doesn’t really know what is going on, but now she’s got TWO people, Madi and Bellamy. She discovers that Octavia is a tyrant, Wonkru is a horror, Bellamy has a girlfriend, and she pulls back from everyone but Madi, still considering Bellamy, but not quite at the same level as she used to. Madi came first. When Bellamy risked Madi’s life, as she saw it, Clarke no longer believed that Bellamy was her person. He fell off of her people list, along with everyone else she had lost. Thus. She left him behind to die. Clarke’s DEVELOPMENT is BACKWARDS. This is called a regression and is not the same thing as being OOC. It is the pain of the past rising up to take the character over.

Now on THIS show, that gives the characters a chance to reconsider their choices and make new decisions and change and grow. The way the characters GROW is really important on this show and should never be underestimated. Some people might think a character growing in canonically developed way is out of character, but it is not. It is character development. A story is ABOUT change. Whether the character acts on the world to change it or the world acts on the character to change them.

I think what we have in THIS story is that every season, the world acts on the characters to change them, resulting in characters who succeed or fail depending upon their story. BUT the long term story is how the characters, mainly Clarke and Bellamy, but also the rest of the 100, act on the world and begin to change The WORLD. You can see how Clarke has changed the world by what she has done to save people. In season 5, you can see how Clarke has acted upon BELLAMY to make him the man he is today, and THEN see how Bellamy acts upon the WORLD, to change the situation so that they do not repeat the same mistakes.

Okay. So. If you look at specifically Clarke and Bellamy’s character development over the course of 5 seasons, you can see that they act upon EACH OTHER to change each other. When Bellamy falters, Clarke is there to lead him on. When Clarke falters, as she is NOW in season 5, Bellamy is there to urge her forward.

Clarke and Bellamy have been separated for 6 years, but they are still acting upon each other. Clarke’s memory has given Bellamy a vision for the future and a will to do better. He has therefore become season 1 Clarke in her place has Hero and Golden Prince of the story. While CLARKE has depended upon Bellamy’s memory/calls to SURVIVE, to give her strength to carry on. She becomes the caretaker, of Madi, like Octavia for Bellamy, in whose defense she will abandon everyone. Season 1 Bellamy. But they have not switched selves. They are still in there. They don’t need to learn the old lessons again. They need to REMEMBER.

What does this have to do with the seeming contradiction of Clarke’s priorities?

1. Clarke’s priorities have CHANGED. 2. They have changed because she’s internalized what Bellamy has taught her which has not all been good. 3. They have changed because she internalized what LXA taught her. Again. Not all of it good. But she depends on it because it allows her choices to be acceptable to her, instead of killing her soul. 4. They have changed because her world contracted down to one person. 5. They have changed because Bellamy betrayed her and broke her heart... not just because he put the flame in madi, but because he moved on and was not hers and did not love her like her fantasy and was not her family, and perhaps on an irrational level, because HE LEFT HER BEHIND. She responds from a broken heart, not from her reason. She was all heart, not head.

You know, even if we don’t take into consideration her shifted priorities, which DO seem to be in conflict and constantly changing, I think I just want to bring up another sequence of scenes that might actually have something to do with this. Just occurred to me because i just reblogged the gif. BUT.

Season 2. After killing Finn and Bellamy wants to risk his life to go into MW, and Clarke says NO because she can’t lose him too. AND YET, by the end of the episode, she’s telling him this mission is worth the risk of his life.

So HE’S seeing Clarke not care about Bellamy’s life, considering him to be a low priority, right? BUT WE KNOW WHY SHE SAID THAT. It’s because she asked Lxa how to deal with the pain of losing the person she loved, and and Lxa told her to give up all love because love was a weakness. What does Clarke say? “I was being weak. It’s worth the risk.” Love=weakness. She was being weak=her motivation for keeping him safe was love. She didn’t STOP valuing him or loving him. She pushed away feelings of love in order to not be weak in order to lead.

Okay. So let’s go back to this season where Clarke’s position on sacrificing Bellamy seems to place him as less important than Madi and the flame where in a minute she’ll send Madi into danger with the flame in her head. To the person who wants to control them both. hmm. And war. With bombs.

Clarke thinks Bellamy is dead, and she’s pushed away all softer emotions, including even love for Madi, as she turns to more and more extreme measures to keep her “safe,” torture, confinement, kidnapping. (wow that’s almost like what Lxa did to her.) Why? Because love is a weakness and she has to protect her people, who is just one person now. As Echo pointed out. When she finds out that Bellamy is alive, though, things start to change. She is visibly affected and admits to always caring about Bellamy. When Madi gets involved, then we start getting into the meat of the issue. Because she returns to the person who told her the first time that love was a weakness. FlameLxa tells her that she was wrong. Love is NOT a weakness. And betraying her at MW was her biggest regret in life. (aside from being a terrible political decision, what matters to her is betraying CLARKE who we know is her true love.) And FlameLxa brings it DIRECTLY back to Bellamy, who is the subject of conversation. And FlameLxa TELLS her NOT to do the same thing she did to Clarke.

THIS is a reversal of s2. Rather than dealing with Finn’s death at her hands, she discovers Bellamy did not die at her hands. Lxa/FlameLxa’s advice is THE REVERSE. Rather than telling her love is a weakness, she tells her love is NOT a weakness. This goes back to one of her most damaging periods in her life and she is told that the path she took to deal with it was the wrong path. She is told this by the person who told her to take this path, and then continued to hurt her for two half seasons. It was both an apology and an acknowledgement that what she did was unjust and wrong. And THUS, Clarke is able to turn on a dime and reverse her decision. She got closure.

Love is a weakness, sacrifice Bellarmy. Bellamy’s not dead-- love is NOT a weakness -- SAVE Bellamy. Reversal. Fixing the choices that caused the damage last time.

But what about this love thing. Loving Lxa, Loving Madi. Loving Bellamy. This quantitative I will save you over the other because I love you more. Okay so that’s been my simple equation, but I don’t think it’s the only way to look at things. Because there are other things in play. Like Bellamy poisoned Octavia specifically for Clarke, but it was a head decision because doing so also saved Clarke, Madi, Wonkru, his family and Eden. So his love for Clarke was canonically why he did it, but his reasons were many.

I mean, my biggest problem with thinking putting the flame into Madi’s head is equivalent to throwing Bellamy into the fighting pit is that putting the flame into Madi’s head doesn’t kill her. While in some way things could get more dangerous, I think she gets more protections from having the flame. Clarke’s feeling that taking the flame leads to death is not really exactly true. I mean other than being a warrior and a leader risks your life. Which was happening ANYWAY. YES it would have been safer to stay in eden and never get involved, but it’s too late anyway and Madi was made Octavia’s second (her second was the first to die in the battle in the gorge btw, indicating that position was NOT more safe than being commander.) Clarke DECIDED that the flame was worse than death. But it isn’t really. I HONESTLY believe that Clarke’s reasoning was compromised by fear and by a broken heart. When Bellamy saved everyone by having Madi take the flame, she took it as the last straw in a betrayal that (I think) started when he left her behind to die on earth, forgot about her and fell in love with Echo, and THEN made the choice she was against because of her fear and loss and pain.

But all the fans are acting as if the Flame is actually as bad for Madi as Clarke thinks it is. I just don’t see it that way and neither does Bellamy. He recognizes the risk, but is doing his best to minimize her risks and care for her and protect her, as a freaking FATHER would. And he did it so he AND madi could save Clarke. It was his plan, but Madi consented. She wanted to save Clarke AND she wanted to save her people.

Here’s a reason for why Clarke reversed her decision about Madi, the flame, and Bellamy. Because once she was out of her emotional reaction and fear of her trauma happening all over again, she realized she had made a mistake leaving Bellamy to die, betraying Wonkru, and keeping Madi from being Commander. She realized that while love was NOT a weakness, and she COULD protect the people she loved, it was not THE ONLY consideration.

When she allowed that Madi could be protected while she was Commander, and that Madi’s choice should have a part to play, and that she could save wonkru, Raven and Bellamy, she let go of all the fear and did what she had to do. Which, maybe, was to TRUST the people she loved? That includes Madi AND Bellamy. OH. And Raven, because the only way they could take down McCreary was the unspoken trust between Clarke and Raven. Oh. interesting.

Anyway. I am not really bothered by the seeming contradictions in Clarke’s reversal of decisions and her love for people and seeming priorities. Because that scene is the confluence of MULTIPLE storylines and character arcs. A LOT of stuff goes into it. I mean, I just gave you a half dozen reasons why what happened might have made sense and I actually think any of them could work or all of them. I also don’t think that love is really that simple. You can love more than one person and love them in different ways and you can make mistakes and do things you regret and you can change your mind. Oh. And you can save you can save today. And Clarke said. Go. Save. Him.

#the 100 #bellarke #clarke x madi x bellamy #flamelxa #the flame #it's about love #parallels #love is not a weakness #closure

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kylohhh · 6 years

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Finished product!

Here’s the finished scene I was tinkering with last week… I hope you like it! I’m planning to get started on AO3 soon so I can organize my work. As always, let me know if you like it, hate it, or just want to chat!

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“-and by the time we landed, they were gone. GONE, Finn! Chewie and I were so close to saving this girl, I could practically see her force signature!” Rey’s voice fell from the heights of indignation to the depths of despondence, brittle with unshed tears. “Some Jedi I’m turning out to be. I can’t even keep one force sensitive child from the clutches of First Order. How am I supposed to bring balance to the force or whatever that weird glowing green troll said?”

Finn’s eyes roved over the girl seated shoulder to shoulder with him on the floor of his room. He chewed his lower lip, gripping the knees of his flight suit a little tighter to keep his body from betraying him by crushing her to his chest and telling her all the ways he loved her and believed in her still. Rey slumped back against the durasteel bunk, her glassy, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling.

Finn tentatively reached out to lay a reassuring hand on Rey’s trembling shoulder, only to quickly ball back his fist as if stung. No. Nope. Don’t do it. She doesn’t like to be touched. Nuh-uh. He reached for another beer from Poe’s stash beneath the bunk instead.

“I thought there was still some little piece of humanity left in him,” she whispered like a confession.

“WHAT?!” Finn’s train of tender thoughts crashed into the wall of emotions Rey had just built around her. Jumping up, he began pacing the tiny barracks room. “Kriff, Rey! What in the entire known galaxy would lead you to believe that? Let’s think back. Hmm. Oh, I remember, was it how he led missions wiping defenseless villages off the map before I even left the First Order? Or how he killed his father right in front of us? Maybe it was how he practiced his filleting skills on my back or how he led the attack against us and his own MOTHER on Crait? Some little hand-holding by firelight doesn’t make him anything less than a lunatic and you’re crazy too if you believe-“ Shit. Oh shit. ohshitohshitohshit. Finn broke off his sarcastic tirade as his best friend flinched. She tentatively stood, roughly raking her knuckles across her face to dry her tears. A quiet sniff escaped her, before she nodded once in acknowledgement. Way to go laserbrain. I really hate you sometimes… and I am you. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just I got so caught up a-and you know-“ Rey nodded again.

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry I said anything.”

Finn jumped up, kicking himself for screwing up an evening alone with Rey. Thoughts just started clanging around in his head and falling out his mouth whenever Ren came up between them. Rey had told him months ago about their connection and their conversations, including a firelight hand-holding session that made a muscle in his jaw twitch just thinking about it. Of course, hold his hand why don’t you… STOP. Stop that right now. We will not go down that path. Haven’t you kriffed up enough today?

Before he could ruin the night any further, Rey mumbled something about being tired and practically sprinted out of the room. Smooth. Real smooth.

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Later, Rey would kick herself for not recognizing the signs sooner, blaming the warm beers pilfered from Poe’s stash and the exhaustion that she should be accustomed to by now. At the time, she was too wrapped up in her most recent failure to notice the prickling sensation at the base of her neck and the background noise fading to a hum, just like it did years ago. “I thought there was still some little piece of humanity left in him,” she whispered.

“WHAT?!” Finn bellowed. “Kriff, Rey! What in the entire known galaxy-“

The rest of Finn’s indignation fell to deaf ears, as a voice only she could hear growled, “You actually think I am murdering those children? I’m giving them a chance to be free of the lies and hypocrisy of the Jedi and the Sith. And you dare to cry over me? Weeping over my humanity, as if I didn’t lay my heart and the galaxy at your feet and watch you reach for a lightsaber?” He thumbed his own saber to life, bringing the crackling blade to rest just over her right shoulder. Rey flinched, but didn’t move to defend herself. Her eyes took in every inch of the man she had been both longing and dreading to see for two years before locking onto his, the tears tracking down his face a mirror image of her own. How does seeing him still do this to me, after all this time? Her thought echoed through the bond and lodged itself in his chest. Biting his cheek, Kylo powered down his blade, but his stare still burned brightly. His voice cracked, and Rey could feel a maelstrom of conflicting emotions that were not her own, “Why, Rey? Why did you give up on me… just like everyone else?”

Rey slowly stood, hoping to stay her trembling hands by wrapping her arms around her shoulders. She swallowed roughly, her eyes cutting over to Finn. Kylo snarled impatiently, raking his hand through his hair and pacing out his fury. “Start talking. You owe me an explanation, if nothing else.” Catching her eyes glancing to the side again, an idea struck him, “Someone is there with you. Is that why you won’t even speak to me?” She quickly dried her tears and nodded once, not trusting her voice. “It’s the traitor, isn’t it?” Rey nodded again. He whipped around, closing the distance between them, “You talk about me, about us, with the scum of the Resistance? I bared my soul to you and you betray me to my enemies? Was I wrong to think that there was something there between us, even if just for a moment?”

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry I said anything.” She looked away, willing the tears welling in her eyes to stay put for a little longer.

Kylo could hear his voice playing on a loop in Rey’s head…there was something there between us… there was something there between us… there was something there between us… A hopelessness too close to his own heartache seeped from the bond. He wasn’t sure he could forgive the girl whose betrayal hurt more than the neglect of his parents, Skywalker’s treachery, or the years of abuse under Snoke’s tutelage. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to forgive her, because she was the first person to really try to understand him. The others only saw the darkness, but Rey truly saw him. He begged her to take his hand, his throne, his love, and she drew a weapon. Despite it all, it still hurt to see her tears. Lost in the depths of her betrayal, he sometimes forgot that the fierce fighter with her own particular brand of morality was not much more than a child with a decade less experience, lost and unsure. He wished she would allow him to be there for her, to give her the guidance and reassurance he so desperately needed at that age.

No longer able to face the onslaught of questions flung at her in stereo by Kylo and Finn without crying in earnest, Rey mumbled some excuse about being tired and sprinted out of the room. She couldn’t bring herself to look back at the twin expressions of hurt etched on the faces of the men that mattered most in her life, unknowingly standing side-by-side.

#reylo #tlj fanfic #force bond #feedback please

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alwayswriting123 · 4 years

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Are Young People Tuning In?

Youngsters don’t want to sit through either a 2 or 3 hour-long debate of old people arguing about why they deserve to sit their kiesters in one of the world's most powerful chairs ever. (Hmm, wonder if it’s a lazy boy... anyway) No, they’d rather sit around and vape or do the smart thing like the bird-box challenge and posting it online.

In fact, I bet if I asked a group of teenagers who Pete Buttigieg is, they’d reply with a vacuum cleaner salesman and I’m not kidding. I sat down with a group of teenagers and someone literally said he’s a vacuum cleaner salesman. I felt so bad for little Petie I continued to ask them questions on all of the current candidates. Their results? A D+. So I began to wonder, just how many teenagers aren’t tuning into the debates? And what’s the most efficient way of getting to these young voters? Through social media and other places of course!

Well I mean, like, I don’t know about other people but I just don’t care about that kind of stuff. Like, I hear about politics a lot more in my household and stuff - it’s not that I don’t wanna learn it’s just that I feel afraid to contribute to the conversation, you know? Like I don’t wanna open my mouth and say something wrong. Trust me, I don’t like Donald Trump at all, I really don’t know why he won in the first place. That say’s a lot about America. Like a lot but, I really hope he doesn’t win again. I mean, I voted in the past.

Me: “That’s good you should keep doing that.”

That’s why I feel bad because I didn’t vote in the last election. And it wasn’t because I didn’t like either candidate, I liked Hillary. But I just felt like my vote wouldn’t count. The electoral college is messed up! That **** is crazy and plain bananas. - Greg Soyer

Mmm, that **** was indeed crazy and bananas. (This **** is bananas- B-A-N-A-N-A-S!) But I still was hungry for answers. Why was the **** crazy? I needed to find out. So I did the opposite of what I did the first time and asked older and much wiser people.

Question 1. Why do you feel like young voters aren’t or are tuned in to the election?

I think young people starting out in life are very worried about one thing and that is what is going to happen to their future. The presidency affects not just the individual but also their entire existence. Though the argument can also be made that they also don’t tune in because they mistrust the government and at times think it’s corrupt. - Tucker White

No reliable news outlets. [There is] too much to sort through.- Anonymous

I feel like young voters don’t want to be involved or, the ones that are involved don’t pay attention to the policies. - Anonymouse

While I’m not sure if more young adults are tuned in are tuned in or not, I personally feel conflicted. On one hand, I’m invested because I want Trump & his administration out of office. On the other hand, I feel discouraged about who can be trusted to lead our nation next. It feels like the corruption never ends, regardless of who’s in office.- Elizabeth Adebayo

You know it’s funny that you bring that up because I asked my son if he was gonna vote and he said no. I asked him why not and he just responded with my vote won’t change anything. And you know, I feel bad. As a mother, you hear your kid telling you he has no control over what happens in his life? It made my heart almost break. I wanted to argue with him but... I couldn’t look him in the eye and tell him to vote because I’m not even sure if it’ll change anything with the last election.- Elizabeth DeTar.

I can speak for like late 20-somethings millennials. We’re too busy drowning in debt and trying to make it to care about a bunch of lackluster candidates who don’t seem to be inspiring - Anonymous

I soon realized a pattern in each responder's answers. They all felt betrayed. Violated by their government, concerned and scared about not only where their future would end up but, the next generations. I, for one, had hope that democracy wasn’t dead. And to prove it, I continued my search for some good ole’ fashioned teenage spirit, printed out a couple of headshots of each of the 2020 democratic candidates and headed to the one place where teenagers gather (sometimes in flocks) the mall.

First up was Bernie Sanders.

“Do you know who this guy is?”

Oh, of course, that’s Bernie Sanders. He’s one of the candidates. - Amanda Peters

Amanda got Pete, Sanders, Elizabeth, and Biden right, but when it came to Klobuchar... she got the short end of the stick.

Oh... yeah I don’t know, gee I guess I don’t know much about the candidates.

But that was just one person, right? Next, Tom Styer.

“Who is this guy, what do you think of him and do you know any of his policies?”

Oh shoot... I know the guy! I just can’t remember his name. Oh jeez, am I gonna get in trouble for this?

"Okay, I believe you. Do you know any of his policies?”

I’m not even gonna lie, I haven’t even been to his page.

“Do you know who your gonna vote for in the 2020 elections?”

Oh, definitely Pete Buttigieg! I definitely have huge respect for him and his campaign. I mean to come out on national television as a gay man and give zero ***** about it? That takes huge balls. And he has a certain Obama swag about him. I’m not just voting for him because we're both gay, that’s the stupidest argument ever people try to make. I’m voting for him because he’s actually got great ideas. For example, his climate change policy is offering a National Catastrophic Disaster Insurance program that helps and provides stability to people like me. Our house was hit last year. - Ben Potemyer

Wow, now that’s somebody who knows their stuff! Also, he later told me to mention he highly recommends that people read up on his policies. So I invite all of you to look into him with me.

Question 2. Do you feel like most people are just tuning in more now than ever because they just want Donald Trump out of office or for other reasons? And if so, what are those reasons?

In a way, Trump has awakened people who, otherwise, wouldn’t care to know what’s going on politically. I also think that he’s insighted a new era of people to at least watch his comedic politics to get their news. The Trevor Noah’s & Hasan Minhaj’s of the world have become more popular because people are trying to engage in polotics without boring themselves or feeling lost in the conversation. - Elizabeth Adebayo

Yes, people are tuning into the news because of the recent impeachment trial. But I don’t feel like it’s just for seeing him removed from office. - Tucker White

I think people are tuning in because of Trump. Because they see even though the president has checks and balances, he can still have a huge implication on other Americans and how those Americans treat other people. - Anonymous

I do believe it has to do with wanting Trump out, but I think that is because of a want for other types of social policies that Trump is against. - Anonymous

I don’t think more people are tuning in. I think we’re all transient bystanders watching the circus fire. - Anonymous

Another coincidence, among these people I interviewed, all of them said that they think young people aren't focused on this coming election. I wanted to try and find more people. All of this talk about generations got me thinking. What if there were people, who couldn’t even vote yet, had opinions? I met a powerful little 10 year old. And I’ll never forget what she said.

I don’t think it’s because of either one of those things. I think people now see what they have done and who they’ve put in the oval office and they want to correct what they’ve done. Because deep down, we should all love each other. Love should always win.” - Ashley

Love should always win. Wise kid huh?

Question 3. Who do you have your eye on in the race? What draws you to them?

I’m supportive of Bernie Sanders, as I was in the last race. His views seem to be less about solely taking care of the wealthy, but actually looking out for working-class people. I want a leader who cares about helping Americans create better lives for themselves through healthcare & employment v.s focusing solely on our external affairs. I’m also interested in Elizabeth Warren, but I need to do more research on her political decisions. - Elizabeth Adebayo

I have my eye on three candidates, Joe Biden, Elizabeth Warren and, Bernie Sanders. Currently, I’m leaning towards Elizabeth Warren. Joe seems a little consertive and Bernie seems too progressive. Elizabeth has just the right balance. - Tucker White

Of all the candidates I would consider Gabbard, Yang, Biden or Trump. I lean center-right and see the U.S as doing pretty well right now. I do find Gabbard and Yang appealing because they seem very genuine and tell it like it is, similar to Bernie. - Anonymous

I don’t really have anyone I’m drawn to right now if anything, Bernie Sanders but I don’t know everything about him either. - Anonymous

No one. - Anonymous

Question 4. Why are all the big named candidates like Pete Buttigieg, Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren, Joe Biden, and Amy Klobuchar popular in the news?

Honestly, I don’t know. - Elizabeth Adebayo

I feel like these names are in the news the most because they are the mainstream and more established friendly. - Anonymous

I suppose they pop up bc they’re campaigning and doing they’re part to try to spread their message. - Anonymous

I think the simplest way of saying it is because they have the money and resources to be able to. - Tucker White

Mayor Pete appeals the common man, Bernie has a wonderful grassroots base, Joe Biden was/is associated with Obama and, Elizabeth Warren is supposed to appeal to women(?) I don’t know about that last one. I expect they make a splash because either A: they have clout and social media following or B: they have the money to appear like they have clout. You forgot Yang! (This person is referring to Yang being a big named candidate.) - Anonymous

Question 5. Who do you feel has the most successful chance of being president?

At this point, I don’t know. For better or for worse, Trumps election has changed the expectation of what we view as a suitible leader to run our nation, so I can’t even say. I do think that we, as Americans, are over the smoke & mirrors of politics. - Elizabeth Adebayo

I think Trump either gets re-elected or Bernie or Biden gets elected. Warren isin’t as strong as Sanders in my eyes. Anonymous

I feel like maybe Elizabeth Warren or Joe Biden. Maybe even Bernie. - Anonymous

I’d say Elizabeth Warren would be the best canidate for the job. - Tucker White -

I don’t know, maybe Warren. I honestly think our country sucks enough that we’re about to elect Donald Trump again. - Anonymous

Question 6. What are the biggest flaws amping these candidates and what could help improve their chances?

I just want a politician that’s real that cares about actual people and isn’t the “Better of two evils” bull. - Anonymous

The thing that’s hurting all these campaigns is easily that they’re just playing to their bases instead of trying to sway moderates and voters on the other side. - Anonymous

To face not just the Democrats but also the Republicans. - Tucker White

Bernie and Biden feel like familiar territory to me, so with the exception of Warren, the other candidates haven’t built enough of a rapport with the country to solidify their chances. - Elizabeth Adebayo

Question 7. How do you feel about Pete Buttigieg? Do you think him being gay will hurt him or do you think we, as a country have gotten over that hurdle?

I’d say he’s a pretty good alternative to Biden. From what I hear he doesn’t have very good support in the south, where Biden does, but he can be seen as a strong candidate to religious voters. - Anonymous

As a country, I don’t think we’ve gotten over that hurdle, despite what the media portrays, but if he could speak to the needs of working/middle-class Americans by talking about the things that matter most to them, he might have a chance. - Elizabeth Adebayo

[Buttigieg] Sounds like a solid candidate. I like what I’ve heard about him so far. As for his chances, America is still super “Christian”. And that’s a large chunk of the voting base that isn't ready for a gay president. So no, we suck at getting over that hurdle.- Anonymous

Question 8. And finally, do you think young voters are just affiliating themselves with their parents/ close friends same party?

I want to say that more conservative voters may be doing that because they focus a lot on the idea of the collective through their moral or religious values. Liberals, on the other hand seem to think more individually, but are more heavily influenced by their friends. - Elizabeth Adebayo

Ergh, maybe younger ones. In my experience with mid to late twenty-somethings, we’re diametrically opposed to family members voting wise-- to the point where it’s awkward at family reuinions. - Anonymous

I would like to thank everyone who participated in this very long post about what everyday Americans thought about the candidates so far. For the most part, I say young people/first-time voters are clearly in desperate need of just a little education on each of the candidates and the power - the drive to get engaged. But most of all, to not be afraid. To all my readers, thank you.

#buzzfeed #buzzfeednews #buzzfeed as/is #jurnalist #alwayswritting

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lostinreveriefiction · 7 years

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+ MISS MYSTERY + [VICTOR ZSASZ X READER]

What’s going on with you and Jim Gordon?

Part 4/??

Warnings: Intimidation.

[Notes: Again, sorry for the lateness. I’m just a shitty person/writer.]

Back at your home on the edge of the city, you sat on your couch awaiting a visitor. You glanced at your phone to check if Penguin had called for you yet, but there was nothing. Your mind had already gone through a series of conflicting thoughts about how Penguin had only told you he wanted you on his team to stop you pestering him, and that Zsasz would pay you a visit through the night. The idea of being another tally mark on Zsasz’ arm made you shiver slightly.

A knock at the door shook you from your thoughts as you wandered over and opened it, happy to see Jim Gordon standing before you. His face held that same old stern, and almost pained look. He seemed tense, but he always appeared that way, at least to you.

“Come in,” you offered, holding the door open to him.

Jim walked in and stopped short of the couch, glancing around before looking to you again as you stood in front of him, tucking your hip onto the corner of the couch and smiling a little.

“No Bullock?” You ask and he shakes his head.

“Didn’t think he was needed,” he finally spoke, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“So, I did what you asked, with a few exceptions, but I do have a few questions.”

“Go on,” he said, sitting on the back of the couch too.

“I thought you and Cobblepot already had a deal going on? Why-“

“We do. Or did. Thing is, he’s not exactly all for telling me what he gets upto on the side. I want to make sure I’m not getting involved with anything too messed up.”

“You kinda already crossed that line, did you not?” You ask, glancing up at him before getting off the sofa and standing in front of him with your arms folded. Jim gave you a look that told you he wanted to speak of it no longer and you shrugged your shoulders. “You want a drink?”

“No, I’m still on duty. You know what you gotta do, right?”

“Not particularly. I know you want me to report back to you each week, but other than tha-“

“That’s it. That’s all I want to know. You keep your end of the bargain, and I’ll keep mine.”

The half-smile that was on your face disappeared when he mentioned the deal. Sure it was all fun and games playing double agent, but there was a real reason you were doing this –and him bringing it up pretty much put you back in your place.

The way Jim spoke to you sometimes made you feel like a child, but you had a feeling that it was just his way. To be honest, you preferred dealing with Harvey – at least the guy cracked a smile once in a while and knew how to find things at least a little bit amusing, as well as a little harmless flirting every now and then.

“How is she?” You asked, folding your arms and closing your eyes briefly before looking to him.

Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to you and watching as you opened it. It was a still from a security camera at Arkham. Solitary Cell 103 and inside was, what Jim thought was, your best friend crouched in the corner and looking worse for wear.

“Solitary, Jim?” You asked, angered by the image. “You’re supposed to be protecting her, not making her even more batshit-“

“I’m doing what I can, (Y/N). I had to make sure you were going to hold up your end of the deal too.” Even Jim didn’t look comfortable with what he had just said.

“You’re supposed to be getting her out of there,” you sigh, wiping your forehead and taking a breath in. “You know she’s innocent.”

“I know, (Y/N). It’s hard for me too. My whole job is based on saving innocent people, and this one is just going to take a little longer.”

“Well, I can only do this for so long. Penguin has Zsasz as my babysitter, so he’s already suspicious.” Jim looked to you upon the mention of Zsasz’ name, and his face went a shade paler.

“Victor Zsasz? Jesus, (Y/N), please be careful.” For the first time since meeting him, Jim seemed genuinely concerned for you, which was, in a way, refreshing. The guy actually had emotions!

“You don’t think I can handle him, Jim?” You ask, a slight smirk on your lips.

“I know you think you can, which is what scares me,” Jim replied, clearing his throat and looking at you for a moment before heading to the door.

Of course Jim didn’t think you could handle him, he didn’t know the half of your abilities and things where better kept that way for various reasons.

“Just try and keep yourself alive, please?” Jim pleaded, as you pulled your front door open and rolled your eyes at him. “For her sake.”

And with that last moment of typical guilt tripping, you shut the door and cracked your head to the side trying to shove memories of your friend from your mind. The whole situation was more difficult than even Jim knew.

This ‘best friend’ of yours wasn’t actually a friend at all. A couple years previous you had been on a job. It was supposed to be simple; get in, take out the target, get out. However, your ‘best friend’ had made it all the more difficult. She was just a simple minded passer-by who somehow got caught up in the kill and was charged for what was your offense. Most people in the city of Gotham, well most criminals, would be happy enough to let this be a lucky escape for them, but the guilt you felt was tantamount to torture. This girl, you had seen her before. Ama, was her name. She was known to a lot of people in the area as being a little off. She spoke to people who weren’t there, and always whispered into this little stuffed animals ear that she carried around with her. She was the perfect type of crazy to pin the blame on, in most cases – but you just couldn’t do it. And so, when you went to hand yourself in, Jim Gordon intercepted and took you to questioning. Confessing at first, Jim didn’t believe you. He thought you were just trying to protect her, little did he know that was exactly what you were trying to do but for a totally different reason. However, when he started discussing life sentences and how he would try his best to protect her, the fear of being inside made you take her on as your best friend. This, in turn, made Jim do a little digging on you, and discovering that you weren’t exactly vanilla too, he used you to help him out, figuring you could both keep an eye on penguin and find out who really committed the crime that Ama was being prosecuted for….even though it was you.

Stopping for a moment, to give your brain a rest, you noticed something sparkle on the edge of the couch. You wandered over and saw a set of keys that didn’t belong to you. They must’ve fallen out of Jim’s pocket when he pulled the photo of Ama out.

As if he knew you had just found the keys, the front door received another visitor, knocking a little friendlier this time. Dashing to open it, you held the keys on the tip of your finger, expecting to see Jim looking a little embarrassed. But this was totally not the case, and totally not the man you expected.

“Oh,’” you said, now staring at Zsasz who stood with that same old eerie grin on his face, and his hands behind his back. You clasped the keys in your hand and quickly crammed them into the back pocket of your jeans.

“Who where you expecting, (Y/N)?” Victor asked, clasping his hands to the front now and making you feel more than a little on edge.

“I have more men in my life than you and Penguin, Victor,” you reply, putting up a strong front and opening the door wider to let him in. He was coming in anyway.

“Hmm, like Jim Gordon?” Victor asked as you closed the door and your blood turned icy with a mixture of shock and fear. How did he know? Had he passed him on the stairs? Had the apartment been bugged? How much did he hear?

Thinking quickly, you cleared your throat and faced him, noticing he had perched on the back of your couch in the exact same spot that Jim had been in.

“Unfortunately, yes. Your messy bombardment on our first stunt together got me caught on camera for the first time in my criminal career. Luckily I wasn’t waving guns around like a mad man. He saw me as a witness and came to take a statement.” You reached the couch and stood in front of him with your arms folded, maintaining a position of power as he sat below you, simply smiling and nodding.

Without warning he stood up and leaned down over you, causing you to lean back ever so slightly. It looked as though he was leaning in to kiss you, but his hand swooped around your back and into your jeans back pocket, swiping the keys out before straightening up.

“I’m guessing these are his?” He asked, swinging them in front of your eyes, while making steps towards you causing you to walk backwards. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage, terrified of what he was going to do next. You hated Zsasz’ unpredictability. “Maybe his house keys?”

“Possibly,” you answered, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking as your back came up against the door.

“I’m sure these would be of great value to the boss,” he suggested, his eyes darting between the keys and yours. Before he stopped, kept his gaze on you and shoved the keys into his pocket.

For what seemed to be longer than a moment, Zsasz simply stared you down. You closed your eyes for a moment, to try and remain calm and from what you could hear it sounded like he was right close to your ear, sniffing ever so slightly.

“Good job!” He chirped, and your eyes shot open noticing that he had stepped back. A breath escaped your lips as you half smiled to him and moved away from the door, allowing Zsasz to open it, and step out.

“Wait,” you said, not quite believing why you were asking what you were about to ask. “What did you come over for?”

“Oh, to check we had the right address. Nice home. Cosy. Don’t go moving now, or we’ll get suspicious!”

And with that he walked off. He had purposely come just to both intimidate you, and let you know that they could reach you at home had you had any ideas of betraying them.

Well, he certainly did his job.

Closing your door you locked it and grabbed your phone, sending a text to Jim announcing that Zsasz had just took off with his keys and to watch out. Jim didn’t reply, but you did receive another text message.

‘You have a date with Victor tomorrow. Come to the house at noon.’

#gotham #reader insert #victor zsasz #zsasz #jim gordon #reader #gotham fic

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Wear Your Own Face

Personal Branding in the Age of Trolls

Written while listening to Radio Free Conspiracy Theory by Mississippi Bones.

Notes refer to the album.

I’ve been thinking about Bob Dylan recently. I’ve been thinking about image consciousness in particular, and stretching new creative muscles. So I consult my prophets, so I’ve got Bob Dylan on the mind.

When The Beatles went psychedelic in the late ’60s, their fans all went along with it. And the cool thing about it, I think, is that it wasn’t some publicity stunt style “the old stuff is lame — let’s strike into a new market!” Nah: The Beatles just felt like they’d done the whole pop rock scene. They’d dominated that scene. And they wanted to do something else.

They — John and George and them — may or may not have thought to themselves that they ran the risk of alienating their audience by “exploring a new sound.” I mean, other artists who branched out into other sounds suffered commercially from exploring new sound.

Snerk. Spiritual beliefs best expressed in gif form. It WILL be classic.

I mean, in 1966, the year before Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band dropped, The Beach Boys dropped Pet Sounds, their exercise in exploring a new sound. It never got higher than number ten in the charts. Which sounds good, except when you consider that of their previous six albums, when one of them didn’t chart higher than four it was considered a financial disaster by their label. When Pet Sounds didn’t chart higher than ten, I kind of wonder why Capitol didn’t drop their loser asses.

They liked Pet Sounds in England, though.

Which might have something to do with the point, you know? Because The Beatles are British, and there might be a cultural difference there that made it possible for them to kind of just…do stuff.

Hmm. Good balance on “Genetic Flashback.” I love hearing the bass. Oh, and that’s a good bridgy riffy thingy on the guitar. Twingly.

The Beatles had legitimate reason to worry about alienating their audience. And since their audience constituted basically everyone except the proto-punks who liked the Stones, The Beatles risked inciting what could have amounted to a global riot when Sgt. Pepper dropped. I mean, do you remember when it turned out that everyone in the whole world was actually just bred to be a habitat for a sentient flu virus collective? Do you remember the panic? Do you remember that?

I love a good slow song that feels intense, not just slow. Well intended, “WXXT.”

Of course you don’t remember it, because it never happened.

Imagine the panic if it ever did happen. That’s the kind of global-scale event that Sgt. Pepper could have been if it had sucked.

So…you dodged a bullet there, Lennon. Too bad you didn’t miss the second one.

Too soon?

You’d think that somebody like Bob Dylan wouldn’t have listened to any of The Beatles’ albums.

I mean, they kind of represented opposite ends of a musical culture, you know? In the early half of the ’60s, The Beatles dominated the entire musical attention by being palatable and catchy and cornering first the screaming young girls market and, by extension, everyone who wants to appeal to screaming young girls. Which, last time I calculated, counted pretty much everyone.

The Beatles wrote good music in the early half of the ’60s, but it didn’t require an awful lot of thought. It wasn’t challenging.

When The Beatles finished dominating the market, there was a small corner that they left untouched. A corner inhabited by people who didn’t want easy music. They wanted something more slow and thoughtful and less about that crazy night with [insert woman here]. They wanted something more like one dude writing complicated poetry in the back of smokey bars and burbling out the lyrics in a voice that stretches the limits of the definition of speaking, let alone singing.

Bob Dylan had, in short, found his ideal market.

They loved the guy. The real proto-hippy intellectuals, slowly inventing the ideals that inspired the late ’60s and early ’70s, did a lot of their fermenting in small clubs in New York. And some of the intellectual compost for their fermenting was the unpretentious, thought-provoking singer-songwriter, typified in a lot of people’s minds by Bob.

They were happy times for your proto-hippy intellectual, discovering weed and talking about Kuhn and Kripke.

Until, that is, Bob Dylan decided to “explore a new sound.” I mean, if you need a good example of why it’s dangerous to betray the image of yourself that you’ve established for yourself, Bob’s it.

I think of songs like “The Order of the Night Moose” as stompers. I mean, that’s the sentiment, but I’ve never put that term to it before. I will from now on, I think.

I mean, they say that hell hath no woman like a Fury scorned? You heard that one?

Well, if you want an example of how that works, go read into the Electric Dylan controversy. I mean, talk about cattiness.

Hur hur. Send him a Christmas card or something. Hur.

The proto-hippy intellectuals did not like Electric Dylan. (Which is what I’m going to name my Gundam mech when I get one.) After embracing this whiny-voiced folk singer, the proto-hippy intellectual booed him off stage when he tried to launch his career as a punk-metal pioneer.

Which sounds awful, because it is awful. It’s just…weird.

That happened in 1965. Pet Sounds bombed — relatively speaking — in ’66. Sgt. Pepper dropped in ’67. So yeah: The Beatles had plenty of reason to at least consider feeling concerned about trying out a new thing.

Apparently, Bob did listen to Sgt. Pepper.

After hearing it, Bob apparently had a chance to talk to John Lennon once. And, apparently, what Bob had to say about Sgt. Pepper was something like, “Man, John, I’m really impressed that you could totally change your sound without losing your audience. That didn’t happen to me. It sort of sucked.”

I thought that “Ancient Astronauts and Alien Allegories” was going to be the “you can go ahead and just sort of chill through this track” style of track. You know the kind: not bad, but just kind of acting like a bridge for the album. Just a sort of cool track, but not a complicated track…. That solo surprised me.

Image consciousness is a weird thing. I’ve been thinking a lot about Bob and John and Sgt. Pepper and the Electric Dylan Controversy. (Which is a good name for a band…) I’m going through an image crisis.

You don’t need to know about this, but I’ll tell you anyway.

Basically, I’ve always known about myself that I’m pretty much too cool to associate myself with the sell-out name of Hipster.

Which I understand lands me directly in the mustache-encrusted bacon-box labeled ’Hipster.

And I’m cool with that, because I know what I mean.

In the thousand meter view, what that means is that if the lead singer and lyricist of my favorite band asks me to listen to their next album before it’s released, I am philosophically obliged not to recommend it to anybody. Mississippi Bones hasn’t got what you’d call a mass following. Philosophically, that’s how I like my bands, because philosophically I only like bands that, hypothetically, when I go to their gigs I can share a shot and a cigarette with them after the show — metaphorically, anyway, since I don’t do shots and I don’t smoke.

Since they live in Ohio, this remains theoretical, but that’s the thing about philosophy.

It’s a hard position to hold to, if I’m honest, because according to the carefully constructed “too cool to be a hipster” image that I’m stealing from my little brother I can only like obscure bands; at the same time, I’d really like Mississippi Bones to keep making music so I want them to do well. But if they do well they won’t be as obscure as they are now.

So I want them to have a lot of success, but I don’t want anyone to hear about them.

It’s confusing being a not-a-hipster hipster.

It turns out that Mississippi Bones is having a little bit of a conflict of images too.

Or that’s what Mr. Lead Singer Guy, Jared Collins, mumbled to me when he slipped me the album. He says that they’re trying something new, and he’s a little worried how people will receive it. That maybe they run the risk with this one that their audience won’t “get” it, or something.

Honestly, I have no idea what he’s talking about.

I love when a title track of an album’s a bomb track. Sometimes they aren’t. “Radio Free Conspiracy Theory” on Radio Free Conspiracy Theory makes me happy.

There’s two lessons to learn from the rock prophets Bob and The Beatles about public image.

What a collaboration that would have been, am I right? Bob and The Beatles. Ah, what legends will never come to pass.

Anyway.

The two lessons are…

Everyone’s got one. They’re like “opinions.”

There’s part of them that we’ve got control over and another part that we’ve not got.

I’ve always thought that Bob Dylan wrote exquisite, insightful poetry. He talked like the conscience of a generation, and you’ve got to give him credit for that. Or you don’t need to, because maybe you liked Paul Simon better. Doesn’t matter. Point is, Bob wrote insightful poetry.

Which I’ve always empathized with, because I know another thing about Bob: his image was constructed.

I’ve always found that strange. He spent a lot of energy imploring a generation to be more aware, but then he built his public persona as an expression of fiction. He decided to be the exemplar slim, hard-living bohemian…but he had to struggle to keep skinny, and he started making money pretty early in his career, and he also, actually, wanted to have, like, a rock and roll career.

A strange person. He built an image, and then he struggled to fulfill it. When cracks showed, his fans had trouble embracing Bob Dylan the human because they wanted Bob Dylan the act.

I’m not sure exactly how The Beatles thought about it differently, but I always got the impression that even when they did have carefully constructed public images, their carefully constructed public images were reflections of what they believed about themselves rather than what they believed that the world wanted to see in them.

Which has led me, essentially, to realizing that my opinion of my public image shouldn’t worry me, even slightly, because frankly I’ve got no public with an idea of an image of me that I can betray, so I don’t have anything to worry about.

So…go listen to Radio Free Conspiracy Theory. There: I’m betraying my too-cool-to-be-a-hipster image, because it might not be the image I’m projecting anyway. I don’t know.

I say this with complete bias, since they are one of my favorite bands: Mississippi Bones’ upcoming album represents the kind of non-deviant deviation from brand that tickles my beanie, without being any deviation at all, because frankly I’ve always considered their brand something like, “metal for those of us who head bang to recorded books.”

I think you know what I mean by that.

I prefer to hear recommendations that have an obvious bias in them, I think. I feel like I trust them more, because if the thing being reviewed can encourage a bias then it must have some quality to it.

I don’t actually know the exact date that this album drops. Sometime in June. Get in touch with me and I’ll let you know.

In the meantime, go and listen to their earlier albums.

Ooh…time for a bonus track… Practicing my patience…waiting ten seconds…it’s an in joke. Don’t sweat it. Now, will the bonus track live up to the etymological baggage inherent to the term “bonus,” i.e., the fact that the word “bonus” is pretty much just the Latin word for a gift that’s a good one, not a dumb one. So like Nightcrawler’s gift, or Jubilee’s. You know — the useful ones. Not like Cyclops’ one, which is a dumb gift, and not a bonus.

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