#I just try to treat him as I would any friend of mine.. respecting his boundaries and listening to him bc he really is a cool dude
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COLLIE DUTY
SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?
ALTERNATE ENDING – yes, and?
— continuation from chapter 34 (please read if you haven’t)
you had walked out of the passenger side of the car and faced the view. you breathed in and out. jay didn’t say much, he just kept quiet and watched the view too.
“do you like jake a lot?” jay suddenly asks.
did you like jake? sure, he was everything you ever dreamt of the perfect and ideal type of boyfriend but he came with many flaws. which was normal. however, after breaking your trust and heart twice, you can’t help but feel lost…confused even.
“I don’t know.” you quietly whispered. the softness of your tone went with the beautiful scenery in front of you.
“you don’t know?” jay says in slight confusion.
“I know what my heart wants but…I can’t bring myself to physically accept him after he hurt me twice.” you explained. jay hums in acknowledgment. he understood where you were coming from and quite honestly, if he was in your position…he wouldn’t even forgive jake.
“so what are you going to do about it?”
“let him go.”
jay hums once more, “whatever you desire. you know what’s best for yourself and I’ll go along with it.”
“I don’t know what’s best for myself, honestly. I feel like I should just give up.”
“well, if your heart is telling you do so then you should. you’re someone who needs to be treated right,” jay says.
you looked up at him. “really? because I don’t feel like it. everyone that I fall in love with always leaves me in the end.”
jay shrugs, “they’re too blind to realise they’ve lost someone amazing.”
you snickered, “is this how you deal with all the ladies coming after you?”
“I don’t have anyone who likes me. My love life is kinda sad, honestly. The girl I like doesn’t like me back and all the dates I’ve gone to all just want me for my wealth and to get into my pants.” jay sighs.
“I’m so sorry.”
“it’s alright.”
“what about the girl who doesn’t like you back?”
“I would sacrifice her happiness over mine.” jay simply says as he directly looks into your eyes.
“shouldn’t you have some self-respect for yourself?”
“for her, I don’t. I want what’s best for her…even if she doesn’t like me.” jay smiles.
“whoever this girl is…she’s really unlucky. she should realise you’re the real deal.”
“yeah, she should…but I’m fine with it. As long as she’s happy with her decision.”
5 YEARS LATER…
as you looked down at your phone in the cafe that you had set up…you realise that there was something more to life. chasing after a guy who you thought was the one for you. clearly, that didn’t work out.
since, you had left Sim Corp. your life was…a little different but quite the same. you were your own little boss as you managed the cafe. when you first left Sim Corp. tons of the friends you made were reluctant to see you go. however, they understood where you came from. no one wanted to stay to face the love that wasn’t theirs.
scrolling through your gallery, you clicked on one photo. you would’ve deleted it but it would hurt you too much if you went with it. so here you were, staring at it. nearly bringing tears to your eyes. it was a photo of jake and layla. you were pathetic for still somehow having feelings for him after all these years. however, your heart just couldn’t give up on him.
everyday, you tried to live your best life. moving on and even trying to go out on dates to forget the pain that you withheld. however, it was no surprised that at the end of the date, your heart yearned for your true love. which is why…despite having a chance to possibly date jay or any other guy, you didn’t. for jay, he knows you can’t forget about jake. you thought you were stupid for still being stuck on him.
jay denies it. it just shows how much you really liked jake and quite honestly, he said if he was jake. he would be flattered. but alas, you had drifted apart from jake. never contacting him again after you left the company.
you could hear the bell to your little cafe door ringing, indicating someone had walked in.
“welcome to Lily Cafe-” the words that were supposed to continue after quickly died the moment you had laid eyes on the person who walked on.
Sim Jaeyun
he still looked as handsome as 5 years ago. you looked away and just went to the counter to attend to him as he still was a valued customer. jake stood in front of you (at the cashier) in awe. you still looked beautiful as ever. there was barely any changes to you and yet somehow, he felt like you were different.
“what would you like to have, sir.” jake swore his heart stopped. he missed your sweet voice.
“umm, it’s my first time here so what are the specials. umm any recommendations?”
“I believe the best recommendation I can give you is a simple vanilla latte and also along with the red velvet cake.”
“then can I have a cold vanilla latte and one red velvet cake?” you nodded and ringed up his order. your employees helping out to make the drink and also packing the cake into a box.
“would you like 1 fork to share with your significant other?”
“I don’t have a significant other.” he says. the air felt still, a clear tension between you two that causes your staff to start gossiping and moving over to the staff room.
“oh.”
“I divorced her a year later into our contractual marriage.” jake explains.
you didn’t know why it made you at ease and why he needed to tell you this. it was none of your business.
“alright, then I’ll just put one fork for you-” you reached to placed the fork into the bag.
“layla misses you.” jake says. you freeze. ah layla, the ever so cute puppy. she’s definitely not a puppy anymore, she would probably be an adult now. a grown dog. “I miss you.”
“there is no point of saying that. we never started anything and you got married to your childhood sweetheart.” you bitterly say.
“I already said I divorced her and I only loved you truly.”
“jake, let’s not talk about this when people are here.”
“then.” he grabs your hand (whilst also grabbing his drink and cake) “let’s go somewhere private.”
“w-what?” and so jake drags you somewhere secluded but still somewhere in public considering he didn’t want to look like some serial killer. despite him holding a cup of latte and a box of red velvet cake.
“let’s clear the air now. I love you.” jake doesn’t waste a single second.
“you can’t just say that after 5 years of me not seeing you.” you say.
“I can and I will. I love you and I want to be by your side till the very end. I never liked her, I was forced to get married because of my fucking dad. He’s the worst.”
“you don’t have to explain. there is no point.”
“what do you mean there is no point?! (name), i fucking love you. I got divorce from her because I didn’t love her, I love you and only you.”
“stop talking nonsense. you should go back.”
“there is no going back, you’re my home and my safety. I can’t leave you anymore.”
“jake.”
“please.” jake begs. it looked too pitiful. his eyes filled with tears just brimming and ready to fall. “I can’t lose you again…” his voice was shaky, this was the first time you saw jake being vulnerable.
did you want to possibly get hurt again?
yes
you were dumb enough to continue to love him.
“sim jaeyun, you asshole.” you had whacked his chest and cried in his arms. “why do you have to be so mean to me.” you sobbed out.
murmurs and apologies were just simply said to each other. once again, sim jaeyun never fails to appear into your life again. he was a virus…
a good virus.
EPILOGUE (that you guys never got)
— takes place 4 years later
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a/n: finally ‘Collie Duty’ has legit and officially ended🥹 I am currently planning for ‘MineStream’ right now so look out for that whenever I upload the masterlist for it!!
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can i just say i love your fics SMMMM my serotonin boost fr!!! what do we think abt him with an s/o who has a lot of admirers 👁
THANK YOUU here is a treat 4 u <3
sorry i ended up doing too much and also going off-topic a bit oops
it ended up becoming modern au!sukuna 😭 forgive me (gender neutral reader)
sukuna is so used to being the one overshadowing the others - he's used to being the one admired, revered, respected, for his power and intelligence. it's safe to say he'd also be used to seeing people fight each other just for a lick of his attention - desiring for even just a glance from his way. so it's a given that he's not used to feelings of possessiveness or jealousy.
but now that he has you, someone who always has others admiring you from both closeby and afar, he's beginning to understand those petty sensations and thoughts. he's obviously never one to be insecure about your popularity, on most occasions, he even likes to make a show of it - he enjoys seeing them gnashing their teeth with envy as he flaunts his relationship with you in front of their faces - "see this? all mine," he seems to say, as he openly kisses you in public.
but when it catches him on a bad day, perhaps following a bad argument, he sees you with someone who is obviously interested in being more than just a friend to you (which you're not aware of, frustratingly so), and he starts feeling sick to his stomach. with everyone else who came before you, sukuna would simply tell them "don't like it? then leave," whenever they voiced complaints to him about their relationship... but now it's the opposite of what he wants. just the thought of you being with someone that isn't him gets his heart dropping to the ground, making him feel restless.
he knows he isn't the best at being soft. nor at using the kindest words when he gets heated. he'll always be more selfish than selfless, and he's not the most emotionally intelligent. it's unlike him to use words like 'i'm sorry' or 'i love you' so he's uneasy for the moment where you might find someone who'll be everything that he isn't amongst your sea of admirers, and that you'll leave him and never look back.
it's simply so humiliating, feeling this way... he's not sure what to do about it. you seem to be seriously upset this time around, and he knows brushing past it or glossing over it using his usual charm (which is a bad habit that he has) isn't going to work. you're not acknowledging him or responding to his texts properly or saying good morning or goodnight and it's driving him insane because he misses it... you're not looking at him. he's the one gazing at you, longingly.
sukuna will pin you down eventually, somewhere, somehow, and trap you so that you're not able to avoid him any longer. he'll drag you away from your stupid little crowd of spectators and talk to you in private, where'll spend ten minutes trying to apologise in a strange, roundabout and aggressive way because he knows it's his own damn fault. you know him, so you're able to recognise that he's trying to say sorry. your gaze is still elsewhere, looking off to the side instead of him. and that bothers him immensely.
"why won't you look at me?" god, he sounds so sad and pathetic.
truth is, sukuna now simply withers out and dies a little without your attention. what can he do to have that spotlight upon him once again? why are your eyes on anybody, anything, that isn't him? pay attention to me, and me only.
when you finally spare him a glance, he feels like breathing again. and he'll fight tooth and nail to keep that gaze of yours on him. fuck your insignificant and measly admirers. he's all you need, and sukuna's going to make sure of it. (he'll compromise for you, if he has to.)
he's definitely overstimming you in bed that night, in order to catch up on all the lost pride and attention that you'd deprived him of.
tagging; @gojos-thot-patrol <3 hope its to your liking.. even tho its not as angsty as i originally intended it to be haha
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Hogwarts legacy headcanons
While normal people go and socialize I wake up and think about ✨them✨
So there's some headcanons about my favourite Legacy Team (as I call them) for ya folks while I'm writing a really big fic about them. Careful, some of them are sad. And don't mind my poor grammar thanks.
Btw, collages are mine, feel free to use them💙
🐍Sebastian Sallow🐍
First off all, if you turn him in, I don't trust you
Literally a typical Slytherin
A nerd. Just a nerd.
Quidditch? Babe, the only sport for him is dueling
Felt absolutely helpless when his parents died. And that's why he's so protective. He just can't let anyone else die on his watch
Really is a small version of his father and proud of it
Believes that the end justifies the means
Hopeless flirt BUT a gentleman. Wouldn't do anything you don't like
And also most probably believes in true love
A proud bisexual
Everyone think that "he fucks everything that moves" but he's a virgin who "saves himself for the one and only"
As some fan said, he was probably born on 18th September. And it's a canon now.
A great friend but a terrible secret keeper, so for Merlin's sake, don't tell him ANYTHING
Knows how to braid hair into the most complex ways
Pro feminist! Treats women right and knows all important stuff thanks to his sis
🔥Natty Onai🔥
I'm sorry but she's so underrated and for what??
I believe she really respect traditions she were tought as a child
Her favourite holiday must be her birthday. All because it was the only day of the year when her parents forgot about all the dangers and sorrows and they just got together, spending the best time
Most probably will return to the homeland after Hogwarts
Is the only member of the team who play quidditch
(as a keeper ofc)
She's a lesbian idk dudes
A very honest girl who were raised to be a good person
So she just expects the same from others
A very competitive. But not like Imelda. Natty respects fair competition and knows how to honorably recognize a match
Although this does not mean that she will not destroy you to win
Is always cold poor thing
Religious bc I feel like it
Has mommy issues and don't tell me I'm wrong
Will definitely become the best auror one day
🌼Poppy Sweeting🌼
Her favourite holiday is Christmas lemme tell you that
Trust issues
She's trying her best to be gentle with every living being because she saw too much violence already
And that's why she thinks animals are better than people (agree)
She's definitely an INFP and I won't change my mind
Looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you
A cliché but I feel like she's an excellent cook
Although she would LOVE to find someone to understand her (like us) she's totally okay with being on her own
Is into mind games like chess
But will go to see a quidditch game just to support Natty (and mc if they play)
Is always up to an adventure
Bullies? Girl grew up among killers, you really think she would care about some bullies?
I feel like she has the strongest personality in here. Doesn't matter what happens she will always stand straight while helping others
Is a cat person
Can't cry bc she was not allowed as a child
💚Ominis Gaunt💚
Just an innocent little boy let's be honest
He may look like he can kill you but he's just a cinnamon roll
Jokes about his blindness as a defence mechanism
Had a crush on both Sallow siblings at some point and I can't blame him
Saw a theory on tiktok that his patronus would be albino snake. CANON
Just wants to have a simple quiet life without any drama
Protective of his friends BUT is more protective of his boundaries
Don't mind his blindness he knows EXACTLY how to be a fashion icon
Another cliché: Omi can play piano
And it's the only thing his parents tought him that he loves. Playing helps him to calm down
Is very private, but as soon as he starts to trust you, he will immediately blurt out his life story, dreams, fears etc
Though he can't see an actual game, Omi likes to go on a quidditch game, because of the happy energy around him
Is sick most of the time for some reason. Cold, stomach ache or anything really
Also a nerd. But unlike Sebastian he's a fiction lover. Helps him to escape reality, especially in his family's house
Clingy with everyone he loves bc they make him feel safe
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How would you pitch watching Due South to someone who doesn't know it?
THE PREMISE: mountie from the northern reaches of canada goes to chicago to avenge dead dad (also a mountie), gets into buddy-cop shenanigans with a detective. said detective leaves the show in season 3 and gets replaced by another detective, shenanigans continue to ensue. there's also a dog. he's very cute.
THE PITCH: honestly, after being in the spn fandom and having most of popular culture awash with prestige shows (that are not spn, but like spn are typically dark and gritty and like killing characters off too) and having most of the popular media landscape try to cover their collective asses by having an aloof, 'you-can't-make-fun-of-this-because-we're-not-taking-it-seriously-ourselves' air, it was truly refreshing to sit down with a close friend of mine and check out this show.
i'm being completely serious when i say there's a certain je ne sais quoi about this show. is it because it's from the 90s? perhaps. is it because it's canadian? maybe. i wasn't even alive when this show first started airing and i'm not a media analyst. it basically takes the premise of the dudeley do-right cartoon and asks 'okay, but what if that was like, a real guy?' and fucking runs with it to the wildest heights. it's a comedy, but it's also so bizarre in some ways that it makes it a truly unique treat to watch. i love psych and brooklyn 99 for having a comedic procedural aspect, and neither of them are comparable in whatever it is that due south is doing.
there's honestly a lot of heart and soul in the entire show, and it has the ability to shift from just being comedic to having drama, mystery, and moments that pull at your heartstrings. it's a show that you can enjoy on the surface as a fun episodic show with fun characters and fun moments, but it also lends itself quite well to extrapolating on the characters, their motivations, etc. (and by etc i'm also including any shipping you might want to do).
i won't say it's a paragon of DEI, but again, i think it has a level of earnestness which makes any slip-ups it does have something i can kinda view with indulgence, versus shows that are making the same (or worse) mistakes 20+ years after this show already ended. these characters are treated with a level of dignity and respect, and i think overall the characterization is pretty consistent - there are some shifts happening between seasons 1-2 and 3-4, but i feel like it has more to do with budgets, a change in creative team, etc., versus writers not 'getting' certain characters.
there's also a lot of memorable episodes, scenes, bits. i think the latter seasons are more campy (my favorite) and some eps from s1 and 2 make for legitimately some great television. even the more mid episodes have something worthwhile, too. some of my fave moments in no order:
fraser (the mountie) saving and talking to? a rat in a strip club
also him going to a leather club
twice
and meeting a mountie in a latex version of his red serge uniform
using a tarp as a parachute
mafia egg conspiracy
aliens??
due south but make it silence of the lambs a little bit
performance arsonist
lake pirates? ghost ship?
also why are most of the major bad guys here doing some form of environmental crime? get your captain planet on ig, i'm into it
also fellow cops can also be bad guys. acab ig??
sick muscle cars eric kripke himself would've enjoyed. sometimes they get set on fire tho
due south but make it to wong foo thanks for everything
fraser running away from women so he doesn't have to kiss or interact with them
way too much time in closets, in general.
fellas is it gay to ask your new partner of one week maybe to pretend he's a woman so he can decide if he finds you attractive
there are red ships and green ships but no ships like partnerships :)
and to reiterate about the dog: there's a dog who's half wolf and all deaf and fraser can talk to him 'because he (the dog) reads lips'
his dead dad shows up too sometimes
anyway, it was really nice to watch this show for the first time, there are still moment i scream-laugh at because they're just so ridiculous and i'd never catch any other moments like that in any other show. i definitely see why there's still active fans for it thirty years later. there's also some wild shipping fodder here, which is at least partially why there are still fics getting written for these guys today. destiel if the cw weren't cowards etc etc. when i watched the finale, i cried tears of joy because while i'd miss the characters, they got an ending that actually seemed to fit, instead of it being a rush job, which is not unique to spn but, you know.
also you can watch it for free on youtube rn.
#asks#i did go from the pilot to s3 personally but my friend wanted me to see the second ray asap lol#the whole show is good tho! great even :)#due south#ds30below
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Fallen {Chapter Twenty Six}
Alastor x (Fem)Reader
It had been a few weeks after that wonderful day. Alastor and I had decided to keep our new relationship just between us for now. This all happened so suddenly, we were still trying to catch up ourselves. We didn't think we wanted everyone to know so soon.
Or anyone else at that, especially the overlords of Hell. If they knew, it could bring trouble to both me and Alastor. So for now until further notice, this relationship would be our little secret.
Though, Alastor found it hard to contain himself. He was around me before, but now, he was practically tied to my hip. He would always stand so close to me around the other, and when no one was paying attention, he'd let his hand rest on my lower back comfortingly. Aside from little things like that, we wouldn't make much effort to be so publicly affectionate.
However, when it was just the two of us. Things couldn't have been sweeter. Alastor would always have his hands on mine, holding me close, which would turn into a slow dance between us.
Alastor would have loved nothing more to announce to all of Hell, his love for me proudly. But knew better than to do something so impulsive. So he kept his love private, and just for me.
I wasn't any better. I slowly grew more and more use to being in a relationship again, and I couldn't be happier. I had hoped I didn't come off as too clingy whenever I was around Alastor, though, he's never said anything about it. If anything, he welcomed it.
I was so touched to know he trusted me enough to be so intimate with him. He never once rejected my touch, as he would for a stranger.
I trusted him as well. To never betray my love, to never hurt me. And so far, he's been nothing but loyal and true to his word.
"Y/n? I have a question for you." Alastor says as he turns away from his radio set up. "Yes?" I ask, approaching him. Alastor rests his hands on my hips, a kind smiling forming on his lips. "I know this might come off as sudden or improper but...How would you feel about moving in with me?"
"Move in with you?" I repeat. "You want me to move in with you?" I couldn't help but smile. "I do." Alastor hums swaying me slightly, in an almost waltz fashion. I giggle. "If you wouldn't mind it, I would be happy to."
"Oh, my darling." Alastor pulls me closer to him. "Of course I don't mind. I'll have whatever you need moved right away."
"I just have one request." I tell him. "What's that?" Alastor asks. "Make sure your shadow friends respect my privacy." I say jokingly. I had gotten the chance to become familiar with Alastor's shadow, and learning there were plenty more shadows and minions creeping around unseen. Ready to be summoned at any moment by their master.
Alastor chuckles. "Noted."
"Good." I say before resting my head on his chest. I then let out a light sigh. "Is something the matter?" Alastor gazed down at me with a questioning look. "Just thinking..." I mutter. "About what?" Asked Alastor. I take a moment before answering.
"How I wished it was you I met when I was alive, instead of him..."
Alastor hums. "I don't think you'd want that. I wasn't a good man, you know. I believe I've told you of my hobbies in my living days."
"I guess." I shrug. "Would I have been one of those unfortunate souls you enjoyed hunting?" Alastor takes my chin with his fingers, and gently made me face up at him. "I would have perused you, yes...But not for the reasons you're thinking." I let out an airy laugh. "How romantic."
"I am an expert at it, after all." Alastor says jokingly. "You're not too bad." I start. "You're treating me quite well, for someone who's never been in a relationship before."
"Well, I feel it's common sense to treat your partner with love and respect." Alastor chuckles.
"A lot of people don't know that." I say. "Thankfully, I managed to find someone who does. Even if he is a murderous, cannibalistic, demon from hell."
"It can't get much better than that." Alastor adds with a smirk. I laugh. "No, I don't think it does."
Later that day, Alastor had did as he promised and moved my stuff to his home. It was rather easy, considering he could do it with just a snap of his fingers. I was happy to start living with Alastor. I'd always be with him now, I'd get to see him everyday. And I didn't have to hide my true appearance anymore.
At least not while I was staying there. Leaving the house and going to the hotel was a different story.
I removed my necklace and looked into the mirror. It's been a minute since I've seen my real self. As I transformed, a few of my feathers fell from my wings. "Again?" I ask myself. I run my hands through my wings, a few more fell out into my grasp. "What is going on?" I mutter.
Alastor then walked into the room. "Hello, my baby!" He greeted me in a sing-song fashion. He then noticed the confused, and slightly concerned, look on my face. "Is something wrong?" He asks, approaching me.
"My feathers are falling out." I answer, showing him the few feathers in my hand. He took one and examined it. "How odd. Do angels molt?" He asks. I shake my head. "No. Maybe...it's stress? But, what could I be stressed about?"
"Well, this is a big step in our relationship. Perhaps you're a little anxious, moving from one place to another." Alastor suggests. "I guess?" I say with a shrug. "I'm not going to worry about this. It might make it worse if I do." I sigh.
"It's probably best if you didn't. For now at least. But in the meantime..." A mischievous grin formed on Alastor's face. Before I knew what was going on, I was being lifted up and carried to a near by love seat. I was sat on his lap, as he held me close.
"I demand affection!"
"But I need to finish unpacking." I protest. "Later." Alastor said simply before gently pressing my head to his chest. I roll my eyes playfully before snuggling into him. "You're lucky I love you."
When I felt Alastor tense is when I realized what I had just said. My eyes went wide and my heart stopped a second before picking up. I open my mouth to say something, but Alastor beat me to it.
"You love me?"
His tone of voice when he asked that, was one I never heard from him before. Quiet and unsure, as if he heard me wrong, or that I didn't mean it.
My face was hot, my heart racing. Guess there was no taking it back now. Not that I would. I did mean it after all.
"I do." I say softly, looking up at him. "I know that might be sudden, but, I really do love you Alastor. You make me so happy."
Alastor leaned down to plant a kiss onto my head. "I love you too." He says quietly. I smile brightly before taking his face with my hands. "Then kiss me properly." I laugh. Alastor didn't hesitate to do just that.
After a minute or two, we parted. Alastor just stared at me for a while, his eyes held mine in a soft gaze. "I'd love you in just about any form my dear, but the real you..." He took my hand and kissed it. "You take my breath away."
"Alastor, you flirt." I say jokingly, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my cheeks. "It's true." Alastor says, kissing my wrist next. He then left a trail of kisses up my arm, to my shoulder. "Anyone would be a blind fool to disagree." I was sure my face was red now, steam might as well have been spouting from my ears.
He kissed up my shoulder to my collar bones, then to my neck. It wasn't a sexual gesture, Alastor has made his feelings clear about things like that. No, this was a gentle and loving gesture. Just as passionate, just as intimate.
"Alastor..." I sigh softly. "Mon chér." Alastor whispers.
The moment was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. Alastor drew away from me, alert, as he held me tight. His shadow then formed next to him. "Go see who it is, and come right back to tell me." Alastor instructed. The shadow nodded before sinking into the floor once again.
"Alastor? What is it?" I ask in a hushed tone. "No one should know how to reach this place..." He answered, eyes narrowing in suspicion. Within seconds, his shadow returned. "Well?" Alastor prompts.
His shadow spoke, I couldn't understand what it was saying. Though Alastor knew, as his expression turned from cautious to slightly annoyed. "I see." He mutters. He then sets me aside on the love seat before standing.
"Apologies, my love. I'll be right back." Before he left, he summoned my necklace and handed it to me. "Just in case." He says before walking away. I put the necklace on, and watched in confusion as he made his way out of the room.
Alastor walked to the front door and opened it, he looked down to see a familiar face. "Hiya Al!" Standing before him, was his oldest friend. "Mimzy." He greets simply. "How did you get here?" He asks. Mimzy raises an eyebrow before sighing. "Figures, you wouldn't remember." She says with a roll of her eyes. "You brought me here after getting drunk off your keester. Remember? You tried teleporting three different times, before you came back to my lounge and whined for me to help you home?"
Alastor's grin strained, his eye twitched slightly. "Ah...I see..."
"And speaking of getting drunk, I brought your favorite!" Mimzy takes a bottle of liquor from her purse and handed it to Alastor. She then walks past him into the house. "You would not believe the night I had." She starts to ramble. Alastor accepted the situation and closed the front door, following and listening to the shorter woman.
"This bum thought he could pull a fast one on me, and not pay for his drinks. Well, I told him otherwise and and had Vinny and Johnny take care of him. Got my money alright, and even a hefty tip."
She goes on. "Al, I just don't understand it. Where did all the gentlemen go? Huh? It seems like you're the only one with any class! All these losers down here ain't got nothing better to do than to try and scam and disrespect a poor little lady, such as my self!"
Alastor hummed, barely paying much attention as he walked with her.
"Alastor? Is everything alright?"
Alastor and Mimzy turned their attention to me. I was standing in the doorway of the living room, when my eyes landed on the small flapper girl. Who was this?
"My, my Al!" Mimzy looks to me then to Alastor. "And here I thought you weren't about this kind of thing." She approaches me. "Hiya, the name's Mimzy. Who might you be, doll?"
"Y/n." I answer. "Y/n, what a pretty name. Now tell me, what in hell have you been doing hiding from me all this time? The the first I hear Alastor's found himself a woman, and I'm only just now finding out." She then turns to Alastor.
"And you Al, how could you not introduce me sooner?"
"Y/n." Alastor starts. "This is Mimzy, I believe I've told you about her." Ah. So this was that Mimzy.
"You have, have ya?" Mimzy smirks. "Better be all good things." I nod my head. "Yes, all good things." I confirm. "And, things that the police wouldn't like hearing." Mimzy's eyebrows shot up. "You told her?" She asks. "I want no secrets between us, of course I told her." Said Alastor.
"I can't say I'm fine with it, but, I know better than to worry about Alastor hurting me. And, really he's done nothing but help me since I arrived in Hell. He's even protected me against someone that shall not be mentioned." I tell her.
"Mhm." Alastor hums lightly. "Y/nhas been rather pleasant to be around. As you might imagine, we didn't click at first. But now, there is no separating us."
"I dare anyone to try..." He says with a static filled growl.
"I never thought I'd see the day." Mimzy murmurs. "Alright Al, you better take good care of her. You too missy. Al is a good friend of mine, I don't want his heart getting broken." Alastor walks to my side and wraps an arm around my waist. "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Same here." I say, leaning into him.
"Oh, aren't you two just the cutest!?" Mimzy squeals. "Oh, we have got to get together some time! Maybe at my lounge?" She suggests. "That sounds lovely, however, we are keeping our relationship as private as we can. I wouldn't want any attention drawn to us, and create a potential problem." Alastor tells her. But Mimzy waves it off like nothing.
"I have private rooms just for that. Come on, you won't have anything to worry about!" She says, then looks at me. "What do you think, Y/n?" She asks. I give it some thought. "Well, it does sound nice. As long as you promise we won't be seen."
"Then it's a date! Consider everything taken care of, ya lovebirds!"
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My thoughts on The Book of Carol teaser/sneak peak.
I know I’m going to be reiterating what many of you have already said, but I recently had a friend remind me that every voice matters and so I’m going to add mine to the chorus.
First: I’m SO excited to have Carol back. I really, truly am. I adored her scene in the sneak peek. It felt true to her character and Melissa’s acting was sublime (as always). I loved seeing her riding Daryl’s bike and using his crossbow. It reinforced her emotional drive to find him and what we all anticipate the series to now be about: her relationship with Daryl, the bond she shares with him.
But where, in what we saw of Daryl in these clips, did we see anything related at all to his bond with Carol? Nowhere, is the answer. Which makes it all feel incredibly one-sided.
And look, I understand Daryl has things he’s dealing with in France. My issue is that I don’t want to see Carol hurt. She’s risking her life traveling across the ocean for him and so far we’ve only been given ambiguous crumbs that might suggest Daryl has maybe thought of her on occasion while he’s been away from her.
Would it have been so hard to include one sound clip of Daryl talking specifically about Carol? Because I don’t think it would have been and even just that, one single mention of him thinking about Carol, would go a long way for me in feeling more confident that Carol will get her happy ending. Because whether romantic or not, it’s been made clear that her happiness lies with Daryl. I want to know he feels the same because she deserves that. They both deserve that.
Okay. I could go on and on about this but I won’t. I do want to make one more note though: I know some of you think this kind of talk is being negative or that those of us who speak like this are just trying to spoil the fun. But I promise that negativity or spitefulness is not where my thoughts are coming from. They are coming from a place of hope. Because I care so deeply about these characters that I want to see them treated with the love and respect they’ve earned over the course of so many years.
Why should we settle for whatever it is we can get, when we can state what it is that we want? With any luck, TPTB will be listening and will make decisions based on our desires because we (Carylers) are their target audience and we all, ultimately, want the same thing: for Daryl and Carol to be together and happy. Because they are soulmates. Because they both deserve a happy ending. And we’ve been given scene upon scene, year after year, that tells us their happy ending is with each other.
If you’ve read this, thank you. And I send love to you all. ❤️
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Leona x Bunny!Reader — (Gender Neutral)
S/O gets sexually flirted with, physically and verbally. Mentions of; jealousy, slight angst, violence, (slight blood), but very affectionate leona. <3
something bad happened to me today,, I just wanna relieve this stress off with some protective shit from our beloved husband. ❤️
I beg your fucking pardon? Did he just hear what he thinks he heard? Someone made an awful attempt to make a move on you, regardless of whether you’re taken or not!?
At first, Leona will feel his heart drop, and let me tell you— this man was almost going to tear up as he thought you were cheating on him. But that was not the case, he knows you wouldn’t, since you’re so dedicated to him and all but it’s not his fault for having doubts !
:( please understand him ❤️❤️
But after he saw your heavy breaths and uneasiness start growing rapidly by the second; you tried to push him off you, but he remained. And that ticked it all off—
“Oi, the fuck’re you doin’ touchin’ [Name] like that? Ehh.. You want something of mine, huh? — Guess I’m gonna have to take something of yours too, one of your teeth will do.. Come here. ”
Leona isn’t happy. You tired to push the NRC/RSA student off but he was insistent on staying around you, hand firmly gripped on your hip and squeezing your flesh possessively. Leona loathed such behaviour. Only he could do that in private spots..
Only a fool would dare touch something that belongs to the second Prince of the Afterglow Savannah. Doesn’t that idiot know that the rule of the wild, is that one should never try to take a Lions meal?
Leona was ever so close to turning him into sand, right then and there..
Leona isn’t strict with his rules of dating, nor does he care whatever you do, just don’t break his heart by leaving the relationship behind you, or lying to him, or cheating. But he knows you well enough that you wouldn’t do it.
But like I previously said, he’s genuine and caring. He HATES when other filthy carnivores touch his little bunny. You’re his meal, nobody else’s. And it will stay like that forever (if you want that is, he wouldn’t force something on you unless you’re into it, Darling <3)
It only took seconds for him to go berserk and start roaring at him to unleash you. He grabs his hand forcefully and smacks it away while gripping the student’s collar and opening his mouth to reveal such sharp teeth, that could easily rip away meat in seconds.
And it worked; god forbid- he would’ve absolutely destroyed that kids face and broke every bone in his body for disrespecting you like that. Even so, with Women, it may be different because everyone in the Afterglow Savannah treat women with high respect; why should you be treated any different? Leona loves you.. he cares about you like nobody else does.
Whether you’re a man, woman, or person, he won’t care. You shouldn’t have your boundaries pushed and brushed aside for someone else’s sick pleasure.
And Leona understands that above anything.
He has his own boundaries too, but it just depends on what type of relationship you have with him. For friends such as Ruggie and Jack, and all; he’s comfortable to sleep around them and let his guard down. He accepts hugs, friendly gestures but anything romantic is off limits.
But when you’re dating him, he allows you to do whatever the hell you want! He wants to be close with you.. he loves it, genuinely. You’re safe with Leona.. and Leona’s safe with you. You’re very happy with each other and both protective alike.
Afterwards, Leonas grumpy for the whole day after having his day spoiled like that. You have to assure him quite a few times; but he knows you’re hurt too..
So he brushes off your reassurances and holds your shoulders gently before looking at you, softly into his emerald eyes.
“Hey.. You okay? I know you’re askin’ me and all but this goes both ways y’know. You were probably hella uncomfortable with that douchebag touchin’ what rightfully belongs to me, huh? “
“ Sigh.. Sorry ya had to experience that. Make sure ya come to me whenever you’re upset, got it herbivore?”
He hugs you firmly and pats your head, understanding if you need some space.
If you choose to be clingy around him, he adores it.. Bunnies are very needy and affectionate creatures and need lots of attention, and he’s willing to give you all the affection in the world; ( He’s not exactly the best, but give him a break lovely :) )
He will growl at anyone who even decides to talk to you; since you’re still shaken up with the encounter, he holds your waist gently, still sniffing the essence of that dickheads scent on you. He will never do something like that in public, but he will drag you to the most private area and cuddle you.
Or even take you to the Botanical Garden where he will lay you on his chest and cuddle you gently, so his scent rubs on you, replacing that Student who SO rudely decided to touch you.
He’s satisfied when a there is no sight, smell, or touch of anyone else’s scent on you, and he will keep it that way.. for he just wants the best for you. <3
He will stroke your ears softly and gently hover his hand above your little shaking tail,, he loves it so much, though he wouldn’t admit it!! You’re so cute, so precious for him Darling.. You’re a wonderful, doting and caring person, and this is why he chose you above anyone else.
Lots of hugs and kisses are needed, since It only takes a few things for Leona to go angry or ticked off. He needs you desperately.. <3 and you’re one of a kind, my lovely. He doesn’t want to let go of someone as special as you, though one day he fears someone might steal you away from him.
Hence, his protectiveness. ❤️
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I Will Protect You - Kylian Mbappe x reader
Summary:
can i request reader being kylian’s best friend and she’s in a very toxic relationship and one night she asks kylian for help because she can’t stay with him any longer but kyky didn’t know about it and get so mad at her boyfriend please?
Kylian and Y/N had been best friends since childhood. They grew up together and did everything together. They were inseparable, and everyone around them could see that they were meant to be best friends forever. Kylian had always been interested in football, and he knew that he wanted to be a football player from a very young age. Y/N, on the other hand, had always been interested in music and art.
Kylian had worked hard to achieve his dream of becoming a professional football player, and he had finally made it. He was now playing for Paris Saint-Germain, one of the best football clubs in the world. Y/N was thrilled for him, and she supported him in every way she could. She would often go to his games and cheer him on from the sidelines.
Kylian had always secretly had feelings for Y/N, but he never told her. He didn't want to risk their friendship, and he knew that Y/N was in a relationship with Mateo. Mateo was not a good guy, and everyone around Y/N knew it. He was controlling, manipulative, and abusive. Y/N didn't want to admit it, but she was in a toxic relationship.
Kylian had suspected that something was going on between Y/N and Mateo, but he didn't want to pry. He knew that Y/N would tell him when she was ready. One day, Kylian and Y/N were hanging out at his place when Y/N broke down and started crying.
Kylian immediately knew that something was wrong. He asked her what was going on, and Y/N told him everything. She told him about Mateo and how he had been treating her. Kylian was furious. He couldn't believe that someone would treat Y/N that way. He knew that he had to do something.
"Y/N, you can't stay with him," Kylian said firmly. "He's not good for you."
"I know," Y/N said through her tears. "But I don't know what to do. I'm scared, Kylian. I'm scared of what he'll do if I leave him."
Kylian knew that he had to be there for Y/N. He knew that he had to help her get out of this situation.
"Y/N, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to protect you," Kylian said. "You don't have to be scared. I won't let anything happen to you."
Y/N looked at Kylian with tears in her eyes. She knew that she could trust him.
Over the next few weeks, Kylian helped Y/N make a plan to leave Mateo. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to help her. He talked to her every day, and he made sure that she was safe. He would even drive her to and from work to make sure that Mateo wouldn't try to follow her.
One day, Kylian had had enough. He knew that Y/N couldn't keep living like this, and he knew that he had to do something drastic. He decided to confront Mateo.
He went to Mateo's apartment and knocked on the door. When Mateo answered, Kylian was ready.
"What do you want?" Mateo sneered.
"I want you to leave Y/N alone," Kylian said firmly.
"What are you talking about?" Mateo said, trying to act innocent.
"I know what you've been doing to her," Kylian said, his voice rising. "I know that you've been abusing her. And I'm not going to let it continue."
Mateo laughed. "You think you can just come in here and tell me what to do? Y/N is mine, and she always will be."
Kylian's blood boiled at Mateo's words. He could see the anger in Mateo's eyes, but he didn't back down. He took a step closer to Mateo, and his voice became more intense.
"Y/N is not yours," Kylian said. "She is her own person, and she deserves to be treated with respect and love. You don't have the right to control her or hurt her."
Mateo looked like he was about to lash out, but then he paused. He looked at Kylian for a long moment before finally sighing.
"You know what, Kylian? You're right. I've been a real jerk to Y/N, and I don't deserve her. I'll leave her alone. I promise."
Kylian didn't believe a word of it, but he knew that he couldn't force Mateo to change. He nodded and turned to leave.
As he walked away, he couldn't help but worry about Y/N. He knew that Mateo wouldn't give up that easily, and he knew that he had to keep a close eye on her. He resolved to talk to her and make sure that she was okay.
When he got back to his apartment, he immediately called Y/N. She answered on the third ring, and Kylian could hear the relief in her voice.
"Kylian! Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I talked to Mateo," Kylian said. "He said that he'll leave you alone."
Y/N let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Kylian. You have no idea how much this means to me."
Kylian smiled. "Of course, Y/N. You're my best friend. I'll always be here for you."
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Over the next few days, Kylian made sure to check in with Y/N every day. He would call her or text her to make sure that she was okay. He even stopped by her apartment a few times to check on her in person.
Eventually, She packed her bags and moved in with Kylian. He was more than happy to have her stay with him, and he did everything he could to make her feel at home.
As they sat on the couch one evening, Y/N turned to Kylian with tears in her eyes.
"Kylian, I have to tell you something," she said.
Kylian looked at her, concerned. "What is it, Y/N?"
"I know that you've had feelings for me for a long time," Y/N said, her voice trembling. "And I just wanted to say... I feel the same way."
Kylian's heart skipped a beat. He had never expected Y/N to feel the same way, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Y/N, are you serious?" he asked.
Y/N nodded, a small smile on her face. "I've been scared to tell you, but... I love you, Kylian. I always have."
Kylian didn't waste any time. He leaned in and kissed her, and it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. They stayed up all night talking, laughing, and planning their future together.
In the end, everything worked out for the best. Y/N left Mateo, and she found love with her best friend. Kylian had always known that they were meant to be together, and he was overjoyed that they finally were. They continued to support each other in their careers, and they were happier than they had ever been before.
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Kylian thought that everything had been settled after his conversation with Mateo, but he soon found out that things weren't that simple. A few days after Y/N moved in with him, he noticed that she seemed more anxious than usual. She was constantly checking her phone and jumping at every little sound.
"What's wrong, Y/N?" Kylian asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Y/N jumped at his touch, and Kylian could see the fear in her eyes. She hesitated before finally speaking.
"Kylian, I have to tell you something," Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. "After you talked to Mateo, he called me and... he threatened me."
Kylian's heart raced at the words. "What did he say?"
"He said that if I left him, he would do something to you," Y/N said, tears welling up in her eyes. "He said that he knew how much I meant to you, and he would hurt you if I broke up with him."
Kylian felt his blood run cold at the thought. He couldn't believe that Mateo would stoop so low.
"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Kylian asked, his voice full of concern.
"I was scared, Kylian," Y/N admitted. "I didn't want to worry you, and I didn't know what to do."
Kylian pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have protected you better."
Y/N shook her head. "It's not your fault, Kylian. You did everything you could. It's just... I don't know what to do."
Kylian thought for a moment before speaking. "Y/N, I'll handle this. You don't have to worry anymore. I won't let him hurt either of us."
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you, Kylian. You have no idea how much this means to me."
Kylian spent the next few days talking to his security team and making sure that Y/N was safe. He didn't tell her about his plans, not wanting to worry her further. He made sure that Mateo was kept away from both of them, and he had a plan in place in case Mateo ever tried to follow through on his threat.
In the end, Mateo never did anything. He eventually moved on from Y/N and started dating someone else. Kylian and Y/N were able to move on from the threat and focus on their future together.
But Kylian never forgot how scared Y/N had been, and he made a promise to himself to always protect her no matter what. He knew that he loved her more than anything in the world, and he would do anything to make sure that she was safe and happy.
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Hi! Was trying everything i could, but i just can't find any Gandalf fanfictions, when i found your page. And it is beautiful, truly. I was wondering if maybe you could something where the reader is Gandalf's wife/so or something like that, but no one knew. And when she joins Thorin's company they are like surprised SURPRISED. I understand if you can't, it appears no one thinks of him as they think of elfs, so if you are uncomfortable it ok!
Thank you anyway ❤️
Thank you for your kind words ♡ At this point I’m not writing for the Hobbit characters, but I did the Fellowship’s reactions and some bonus headcanons of mine instead.
The post was very fun to write (more Gandalf love!), so I hope you’ll enjoy it just as much!
･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.
Surprisingly, Aragorn knew absolutely nothing about your relationship with Gandalf. While Gandalf is generally a rather private person, you’d think a ranger – a friend, no less – would’ve picked up on the little clues of yours. It is needless to say though that Aragorn would accept you quickly and with a big grin. Anyone who is with his old friend Gandalf is trustworthy to him as well!
･ﾟ✧ Boromir.
Realisation would dawn on Boromir very, very slowly. Once he understood that the new companion was, indeed, the spouse of Gandalf the Grey, he’d fall silent for a few days at least, maybe give a nervous smile or so. He has immense respect for you, perhaps is even a bit afraid. Someone as powerful as Gandalf would have a partner that is just as mighty. It takes him time to accept that you are just as friendly as your husband, too.
･ﾟ✧ Frodo.
While surprised, Frodo would be absolutely charmed to meet you. Gandalf is an old friend of the family, after all. Frodo would treat you just like that, though he would not immediately trust you as much as Gandalf (which, granted, is a whole lot of trust – hard to live up to!). He’d show great interest in who you are, what you do, etc. He would also tease your husband about how long he had kept you a secret and, depending on how said secret was lifted, that he wasn’t able to keep you hidden forever.
･ﾟ✧ Gimli.
I think much of Gimli’s view of Gandalf would change once he met his spouse. He’d be curious about who you are, where you came from, and how the two of you met. He’d probably try and find quiet moments to shower you in questions. Since he is such a fan of partnership and a little romantic himself, Gimli would encourage the two of you to be more open about your relationship. And since he’s also so mischievous, he’d definitely put you in a ‘stuck in a closet together’-sort of situation! His enthusiasm gives your relationship to Gandalf a whole new spark ♡
･ﾟ✧ Legolas.
Legolas would weigh his reaction depending on how his Fellowship reacts to finally meeting you, with a healthy dose of care and caution at first. It never would’ve crossed his mind that Gandalf would be in a romantic partnership. But because of Legolas’ easy companionship and friendly demeanour, you two would quickly form a bond. Maybe he’d ask you about stories he heard of Gandalf, wanting your confirmation on whether or not they were true – and if you had anything to do with them, of course!
･ﾟ✧ Merry.
Though surprised to meet you, Merry understands perfectly why Gandalf would’ve kept your relationship a secret. It is dangerous, being with a powerful creature such as him. He’d be very polite around you, almost uncharacteristically so. He wants to get to know you better, testing the waters, so to speak, before he dives in more meaningful conversations.
･ﾟ✧ Pippin.
Pippin would initially feel a bit betrayed, I think. How could Gandalf, such an old friend of the Hobbits, keep such a secret to himself? Over time, he would understand the reasons as they are presented to him, be it against danger or simply for privacy’s sake. If Pippin had any negative feelings about how this unfolded, none of them are directed against you. On the contrary, the playful Hobbit gets along with you very well! Part of the reason might be that Gandalf doesn’t call him a fool when you’re around, but that remains to be seen once you join Pippin in the little pranks he likes to plan…
･ﾟ✧ Sam.
Maybe you wouldn’t be such a surprise at all to Sam! Somehow, he’d just always assumed that Gandalf must have someone, because that is his flowery worldview. He’d congratulate the two of you for having such a wonderful partner to call your own. He’s so charmed by your sweet relationship that he’d have to be reminded to not go tell the world about it! Sam is also the perfect person to craft the most elaborate flower gifts with you, so that you always have the right present for any occasion – even if you and Gandalf aren’t keen on presents.
･ﾟ✧ Bonus: Faramir.
Being Gandalf’s pupil, Faramir has spent a lot of time with your husband. However, learning of his mentor’s spouse came as quite a shock to him. It is needless to say he’d carry your secret to his grave if he was asked to, because he would not want either of you in danger because of him. He would be extremely respectful and gentle toward you, as he always is. He’d sometimes ask your opinion of something he learned from Gandalf, or small talk when he sees you, but overall, he’d keep your friendship almost professional. That said, he is really happy for his mentor to have such a wonderful partner and always happy when he gets the chance to meet you.
･ﾟ✧ Bonus Bonus Headcanons.
Though not 100% lore accurate, I like to imagine Gandalf with someone just as ancient as him, a fellow “wizard/witch” who he can confide in. Two Istari living their best lives!
Alternatively, I also love to think of him as the magical adviser to a kingdom, where he eventually becomes the secret partner of the lonely ruler who would go through fire and water for their old wizard.
Anything with Gandalf is all the “old married couple” sweetness you can think of: sincere terms of endearment, gentle and not-so-gentle bickering alike, knowing the other inside and out etc.
You could spend hours in silence with him and never get uncomfortable.
Gandalf is a very playful partner. He’d be the type to pretend he forgot your anniversary/birthday/name day when in reality, he has an entire party/special date planned just for you!
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AITA for wanting two hours a week to spend with my now ex boyfriend?
My (24M) long distance ex boyfriend (21M) have known each other for five years but only started dating at the beginning of this year. My ex has been going through a rough patch in life. It's been months since he started feeling down, and I tried to give him the space and attention he needed during it. I was hoping the little vacation we had a few months ago would help perk him up, but it seems it only added a delay to an emotional crash.
A few weeks ago, he suddenly told me he wanted to stop using discord, our main form of communication, so that he could work on balance his life. I was asleep at the time he sent it and I spent all day agonizing and freaking out over it since it would dramatically cut the time we spent together. My love language is primarily quality time, so to hear him saying we can't even talk as much freaked me out. I bounced it off a mutual friend (20M) and asked if I should give him a few weeks to see how he does, since the mutual friend and I both believe it's a good idea for him to find balance in his life if he's struggling. The mutual friend said that it's not a bad idea to wait and see if he gets better. I agreed to it but I ended up agonizing over it with my already volatile emotional state (I had, just a week earlier, lost a childhood pet and had a fight with my father/roommate (44M)).
Over the few weeks, it only felt like my ex wanted to spend less time with me. He continued to use all social media, even discord, but rarely talked to me. I would see him playing video games when he was off of work and when I asked if he needed any with anything in them, he'd say no. On the few days he was off work, he was completely unreachable, saying he's doing stuff with family yet I could see him still using social media. I felt extremely hurt and abandoned, my mental health was only degrading further. I let him be in hopes that he'd be back.
I did my best to not push my personal emotional state on my ex, mostly sending my fears of our relationship ending to the mutual friend. As the weeks passed, it seemed that my ex was perking up a little despite the limited contact with me, and after bouncing it off my father to get a better idea of how to approach this, with many breakdowns, I decided to give it until the weekend to ask my ex if we could spend a few hours each week. I'm starting school soon so I'll be swamped with 50+ hrs of schoolwork on top of 20hrs or work. It had been a great relief when I spent similar time, in my past semesters, with my ex and was hoping to find a balance for his needs and mine for the relationship.
However, it went horrible, my ex kept bringing up multiple reasons for not spending time with me, saying family, work, apparently My Own needs in the relationship (which irked me) before saying he can't do it for his own health. I asked him how I should try to love him and he said to focus on school and work, but he asked if the limited communications was bothering me and how it's bothering me. I told him how I felt over the past few weeks, but I offered to keep staying distant if he really needs it. I was truthful that it was going to hurt me badly.
He proceeds to send a message saying how my message to him made him uncomfortable and how its unhealthy how I'm feeling and with how I treated his boundaries in the past (which I'm confused about because I always respected his boundaries and double checked on situations and actions that could have been uncomfortable for him) that we should stop talking and likely blocked me on discord and left every server we share.
So, am I the asshole in this situation? I'd give me some peace of mind to know if I really am the asshole.
What are these acronyms?
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Yay! Daddy Lloyd is here! 😊 I have an idea for him. Could you please write a semi dark & fluff scenario where he's kidnapped reader early on, and has now turned her into his li'l angel? The Reader barely remembers the life she used to have for some reason, but is happy with Lloyd cause he treats her with love and respect. She was alone for so long, she didn't know she needed him until he came into her life. As for Lloyd, he loves her because of her sweet, naïve, and obedient nature. She always listens, naturally calms him down when he's on a rampage, and is completely dependent on him. -🐞
Meant To Be
(GIF not mine)
Pairing: soft!dark!daddy!lloyd x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, dark themes, swearing, mentions of kidnapping, some angst?, fluff
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"Everyone out!" Lloyd ordered when he saw you standing by the door and the people in the room rushed out to let you both alone. His stoic expression instantly turned into a smile when he saw you running towards him.
"Daddy!" you jumped in Lloyd's awaiting arms and wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him.
"Hello, sunshine, how was your nap?" he asked, swaying you in his arms slightly.
"Was good but I missed you," you pout.
"Oh, you missed daddy's cuddles, hm?" nodding your head he carried you to a luxury big sofa, letting you sit on his lap. "I'm sorry, sugar. Daddy had some business to deal with and didn't want to wake you."
"Is otay," you smiled a little, starting to bounce on his lap. "Can we watch a movie?"
"Of course, my cute little baby," he cooed and you squeaked when he pinched your butt, standing back up with you, and made his way to the master bedroom.
On his way there he walked past the door he kept you locked in the first weeks after kidnapping you when you were on your way home after hanging out with friends, that you don't even really remember anymore.
Your life before Lloyd was just a blur in your head now, like an unfinished puzzle with too many pieces missing to give it any more attention or try to search for them.
You love your life like it is now, not having to do or worry about anything, having time to do whatever you want, and having a daddy who loves and cares for you!
Lloyd wasn't surprised that it didn't take long for him to break you because first, you were already broken, second, is your obedient and naive nature he absolutely loves, and third because he stalked you like a possessed man, which he is.
When he found you, you were at your lowest, you had no family, no one to really talk to and didn't have many friends either. It was perfect for Lloyd, nobody would ask questions or search for you, not that anyone could do anything to take you away from him.
It took him less than three weeks to turn you into his perfect little angel, always doing what you're told and if you do act up he's quick to put you back in your place.
He would be lying if he said he didn't like you acting up because his favorite thing is how clingy and depending you get on him after he punished you.
"Did you learn your lesson? Are you ready to be my good girl again?" he asked after giving you a spanking for talking back to him and raising your voice, a big no-no.
"Mhm..." you nod, crying silently and he helped you sit on his lap with your sore bum between his open legs, rubbing your back soothingly and giving you lots of kisses.
When Lloyd is on a Rampage his only way to calm down is you, holding you, talking to you, or even just your presence is enough to calm his nerves and move on with his work.
"Shit! Shit! SHIT!" he shouted, throwing his phone against the wall and turning to one of his men. "You. You're gonna have this mess fixed in 10 minutes or I'll blow your fucking head off of your shoulders!"
When the shaking guy left, Lloyd pinched the bridge of his nose, his head whipping to the side when he heard your footsteps approach.
You peeked inside the room and saw your daddy crouched down with his head tilted and smiling at you lovingly when he saw you sucking at your paci and holding your frog stuffie close.
You slowly made your way over to him looking around the room with all the people in it, who don't dare talk to or look at you, knowing it wouldn't end well for them if they did.
"What's wrong, angel?" he asked, taking one of your hands in his big ones, and kissing the back of it. "Did daddy scare you because of his yelling?"
You nod your head, arms reaching out as a sign of wanting to be held. Lloyd instantly straightened himself and picked you up, calming down when he inhaled your scent.
"There, everything's okay, Daddy's got ya," he whispered while leaving the room, not giving a fuck about his work at the moment.
Your life was perfect and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. You love your Daddy and wouldn't know how to survive without him, just like Lloyd wanted.
All his babying made you sink into the perfect headspace that he would never let you out of again.
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jealousy | v.v
ville only has so much patience for talkative men in bars.
warnings: fluff!, fistfight in the beginning, everyone’s a little drunk, suggestive language
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One thing that you ultimately had to accept when you'd started to include yourself in the life that came with Ville’s popularity and the crowd it drew in was that there were always going to be people. No matter how much privacy you battled for, there would always. be. people.
So, tonight was no different. Despite the fact that you were in kind of a shitty bar in the bowels of Philly, you could tell soon after you both arrived that there were going to be some of those people.
Albeit, it wasn't as bad as it could've been, because although you were staying with Bam, you and Ville were out on a half-drunk version of date night, so it was just the two of you. But, despite not being followed around by one of the most famous faces in Pennsylvania, you still had fame painted on your own faces. And people in bars never treated you normally when they recognized your face off of some magazine or movie poster. No, they waited until you were alone and then basically crawled up your ass the first chance they got.
"—then phone called me from downstairs while I was pissing last night just to ask me to give him a condom when he knows mine won't fit him." Ville was in the middle of a lengthy complaining session over Bam's past week discretions against him, and he patted your leg animatedly for emphasis every so often where your feet were resting in his lap across the booth. "You can hear those two screaming at each other all hours of the night down there. It's fucking ridiculous."
"You wanted to visit." You reminded him pointedly, making a face when you noticed that, once again, both of your glasses were empty. "Go get the next round."
"Fuck no. It's your turn." Neither of you wanted to get up, because if you did, people would no doubt come up to the bar while you were trying to order and avoid respecting any personal space in order to talk your ears off. They'd been doing it all night, and every time one of you got up it seemed to be somebody else.
"But I don't want to talk to anyone." You whined, glancing warily in the direction of the bar. You needed to find more low-key places for your very rare date nights. Ville just snorted and shook his head.
"Neither do I. Get me another Heineken." He patted your leg once more before he was shoving your feet out of his lap, signaling that he'd made up his mind about who was getting up. You shot him a venomous look as you stood, waving him away when he reached out to smack your ass with a grin before you were mentally preparing yourself to head up the bar.
Of course, as soon as you reached it, the same guy that had been clearly trying to put himself out there to you was right back at your side. The only reason you’d escaped him the first time was because he'd gotten distracted by one of his friends shoving him from behind.
"Oh, you're back! How's your night going?" He shouted over the music right in your ear as you leaned in to order more drinks, standing way too close as he did so. You barely glanced in his direction as you finished ordering, hellbent on getting him to leave you alone due to the fact that this was the fifth time he'd asked you that same question since you and Ville had arrived. However, that clearly didn't fly, because he cleared his throat loudly and then his hand was on your shoulder. "Hey! How's your night!"
"Still good. Still on a date, since you last asked me." You were kind of getting annoyed, and it was unintentionally apparent in your tone as you finally caved and acknowledged his presence while shrugging out of his touch.
"Come on. You didn't need to bring up the date thing. I'm not trying anything on you." Coming from someone who, clearly, was trying several things on you. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. You don't look like you're having much fun."
"It's because I have resting bitch face! I am having a good time!" You admitted, motioning to the mostly-dead look that often plagued your features. Admittedly, his pestering wasn't making that look any better, but still. He laughed loudly.
"Hey. I'm not trying to be a douche. I'm just saying that girls like you should smile more." Girls like you. Wow. That was really a winning line right there. And, to add onto it, he decided to reach his hand out and rub it down your arm. You moved away slightly.
"My boyfriend makes me smile all the time. Guess you just have to be funny to pull it out of me." You made a point to direct his gaze right over to where Ville was sitting, and in that moment you noticed that said boyfriend had completely turned to face the bar and was scowling in your direction. The man next to you must've been drunk enough to where your subtle insult rolled over his head, because he just shrugged.
"He doesn't look like he's having a good time, either. Maybe you're just not right for each other." Ah, blind advice from strangers who wanted to get in your pants. The most eye-opening, if you did say so yourself. You laughed at that, and his eyes just went serious. "See? Now you're smiling. I make people laugh instead of brooding in dark corners and giving women dirty looks."
"No, I'm laughing at the fact that you think you know whether or not we're right for each other. You're just some guy in a shitty Pennsylvania bar." You were really wishing that the bartender would hurry up with your drinks, because it seemed like with every word he spoke this guy got closer, and you were getting really sick of being nice. Especially because, despite how many times you moved away, his hand found its way back onto you somehow.
"Ditch him for the night and come up here and sit with me. Let me show you what you're missing out on." Just as he gave out his ridiculous offer, his hand reached out, sliding to grip your hip so that his palm was touching the bare skin above your belt line. Okay. Now you were fucking done.
You made a face at the touching, which he clearly saw, but before you could even move or speak, his hand was being ripped off of you, and then it was in a death grip as a familiar tattooed arm came into your peripheral view. Thank fucking god.
"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, cunt." Ville had clearly had enough of watching from where he’d been sitting, and the look in his eyes told you that your night at the bar probably wasn't going to end on a smooth note. As if you cared.
"Chill, dude. Your girl is the one being a bitch." Mind you, this guy was 5'7 at best, and Ville, who was right in his face staring with the guy's wrist twisted in his grasp, completely dwarfed him in appearance. It was actually kind of funny, ignoring the circumstances.
"What? Because I wouldn't flirt with your ugly fucking ass?" You spat, wishing that your drinks had been delivered by that point so you could've poured your beer right down his stained Guns n Roses t-shirt. Fucking prick. Ville held you back where you were trying to get around him and throw something else (preferably your fist) at him instead, but god be damned if you weren’t pushing.
"Oh, believe me. It wouldn't have taken much more to get you to go bend over in the bathroom." And that was the final straw. Before the words were even fully out of his mouth, Ville let out a sound of disbelief, reached forward to grab the guy by his hair, and then proceeded to spit right in his face before throwing a right hook that hit the guy dead center in his nose with the metal of Ville's rings.
And then all hell broke loose.
As soon as the guy registered that Ville had just basically destroyed his nose, he started screaming and throwing his hands out wildly, only to be shut right up when Ville threw a second punch that connected with his mouth. Then people were trying to pull Ville back, you were getting shoved out of the way, and everyone was shouting at each other.
So, as a result, your date night was quickly cut short in the same way it usually was. The both of you got kicked out. But, for once, you weren’t even mad.
"I can't believe you did that. That was so fucking hot." You gushed as you followed Ville out into the street, basically being yanked along by his tight grip on your upper arm that hadn't ceased since he'd first grabbed you to prevent you from being shoved back away from him.
"It was not hot. Why does it always have to get to the point where we get kicked out in order for us to enjoy our night?" Ville grumbled, finally easing his grip on you once you were far enough from the bar to where you wouldn't get in trouble for hanging around. You felt a light smirk tugging at your lips when you got a look at his reddened knuckles that still had flecks of blood on them.
"Are you actually that mad about it?" You were a little surprised. Usually it took Ville a lot to get beyond the 'slightly irritated' level of his anger. Sure, sometimes he got really drunk and just started getting into fights for the hell of it, but to see him throwing genuine punches was very rare.
"His hands were all fucking over you, Y/n. Of course I'm fucking mad." He snapped, glaring at the bar as if he thought that if his dirty look was harsh enough, it would kill the guy still inside. You smiled and took his hand in yours, swinging it back and forth languidly as you both walked.
"So...you punched him because you were jealous." You concurred, giving him your best shit-eating grin as he glanced down at you with a dirty look at your words. You then leaned your head against his shoulder and let out an over-dramatic, pleased sigh. "You're so romantic."
"Will you shut up? I wasn't jealous, I was defending you because he was basically calling you a whore." He rephrased, shrugging you off of his shoulder because you were annoying him. You raised your eyebrows at him telling you to shut up, yanking on his arm just slightly when he pushed you away just to see that irritated look again.
"A lot of people have called me a whore before. Maybe it just means I am one." You were just playing for a reaction, and you knew you were going to get one. You saw his look change into one that suggested he was about to delve into a lecture, and you tried to keep your laughing to yourself as you quickly shot to talk over him so that he couldn't yell at you for poking. "You look so hot when you fight, you know that?"
"Yeah? Is that why you let yourself get groped a million times before I did something?" Sometimes it was unfortunate that Ville had such a high tolerance to alcohol, because where you were in your five-beers-deep giggly stage, he was still completely, irritably sober. You groaned.
"Babe. The last time I did something, you chewed me out for like, half an hour." And that was as a result of a long list of other times you’d done something. Or were just being an idiot in public. Either one worked. "Tonight was a patience exercise."
"Maybe you just shouldn't pick bars for dates anymore." Ville muttered, giving you a knowing look as he no-doubt recalled several different instances of drunken escapades going violent. You liked to have real fun, okay?
"But you're so fun to drink with. Candlelit dinners are stupid." You complained, ducking under his arm where he was still holding your hand so that he was forced to wrap it around you whether he liked it or not. He chuckled at that, which made you feel a little bit better about everything.
"I fucking love you." He lifted his hand from your shoulder to cup your head and pull you in so that he could kiss the top of your hair before shaking his head in amusement. "The only girl in history who chooses getting groped in a dirty bar over a romantic, candlelit dinner."
"Are you saying I'm not romantic enough?" You scoffed, pulling away from him slightly so that you could put on your best show of looking offended. He shrugged, letting go of you as you pulled further away.
"I didn't say anything." There was a playful smirk on his face, and you shook your head in disbelief as you walked backwards so that you could be in front of him whilst actually looking at him. There was no way Ville Valo himself, who was infamous for going on about how he didn't like stereotypical romantic acts, was telling you that you weren’t romantic enough.
"Some of us can't write songs. Or draw. Or play instruments." You complained, listing off all of his romantic advantages against you. He already had all the good hobbies for a job, and all you could do was tell him how handsome he was and bring him to bed when he passed out drunk on the floor.
"Those aren't romance. Those are my profession." Ville pointed out very obviously, slowing down slightly so he wouldn't walk right into you due to the fact that you weren’t tall enough to keep his fast pace (especially backwards). "There's romance in beauty and the feelings it produces."
"What does that even mean?" Sometimes he was a little too poetic for your understanding. Also, sometimes he had a habit of quoting lyrics to songs that no one had ever heard and that you definitely weren't going to catch. "Talk normally or you're going to give me a migraine."
"It means that I feel fulfilled when it comes to romance because of how I feel by just being with you. Love and romance are an experience, not just a feeling that you're supposed to conjure up on your own through stupid gestures." That still didn't qualify as talking normally, but you didn't even care because of how (goddammit!) romantic it was. "Stop walking backwards or else you're going to trip, love."
You stopped walking completely then, because his words had left you effectively speechless, and he seemed completely confused by the fact. He stopped too, and then you both were just standing face-to-face, you looking like a love-drunk (and regular drunk) idiot and him looking slightly inconvenienced.
"No stopping. We're going somewhere." He clearly didn't want to acknowledge the weight of his words, because he took your hand and pulled you right along, not giving you the chance to kiss him ten times in a row like you wanted to as you resumed your path. You weren’t quite sure exactly where you were going, because you’d been diverting down side streets for a while and were nearing the forest that Bam had grown up playing in, but you weren’t exactly about to argue. He was mostly sober, and you didn't have anywhere to be in the morning.
It took a little while of Ville muttering under his breath and backtracking every-so-often, but eventually you got to what you determined to be your destination, which you were pleasantly surprised to determine was one of the fishing docks in front of the lake to the left of the forest.
"Here. Now you can act like a drunk bastard and no one will put you under house arrest." Ville announced as he led you onto the dock, his boots kicking up flecks of wet leaves and splinters as you walked across the wood. You laughed, and then gasped in excitement when he opened his jacket and pulled out a full bottle of Jäegermeister. Romantic in a completely different sense of the word.
"No fucking way! Where did you get this?" You accepted the bottle eagerly, dropping down once you got to a certain point on the dock and then motioning for him to do the same. He came down next to you, reaching out to open the bottle for you before you could even ask.
"They had it out on the bartop when they were telling you we had to leave. Thought we deserved it considering that bar was a shithole." He said casually as he watched you take a small drink. Sure, you were away from the public, but getting ridiculously plastered right next to a lake when you had a habit of getting a little unsteady on your feet under the influence of alcohol probably wasn't the best idea.
"Y/n Valo has a good ring to it, doesn't it?" You joked, wiggling your eyebrows at him as you handed the bottle over so that he could take a drink. A wide grin broke out on his face at that, and he chuckled and shook his head as he took a much longer swig than you.
"It does. If you say it the right way." He then proceeded to pronounce ‘Y/n Y/m/n Valo’ in the thickest Finnish accent he could muster, his tongue rolling almost every single syllable as he spoke. You made a face, because he knew just as well as you did how infamously terrible you were at pronouncing words the same way he did (besides his name, which came naturally at this point).
"Yeah, whatever. I'll just get your name tattooed on me or something." You grumbled, leaning against his shoulder and then dropping your head to rest on top of it. You then grabbed his hand, twisting one of the ten rings on his fingers around slightly. "When we get married someday, you're not allowed to wear these."
"What? Why not?" He sounded genuinely offended by your rule. You snorted, because you really didn't know why he was so obsessed with that many rings (they had their own carrying case, for fuck's sake), before pulling the ring up his finger slightly to reveal the rings of dirt that were left behind.
"Because they're disgusting." You pointed to your evidence, and he snickered at his own lack of hand washing. To his credit, he'd been out doing god-knows-what with Bam and Brandon Novak for most of the afternoon, but still. "You know, I'm going to stop letting you put your fingers in me if this is how your hands look all the time."
"I can eat pussy with no hands." His tone was so sly, you couldn't help but giggle like an idiot at his words. Jaeger really brought out the honesty in him. "One time I forget to wash my hands, and now you're calling me grimy."
"Believe me. You've been grimy before this." He wasn't the one who had been on the receiving end of the world's sweatiest hugs after he'd been up on stage in the hot sun for two and a half hours. There'd also been multiple times where you’d showed up to spend a few days with him while he was on tour and his hair had been cooking under a beanie for about five days. Not pleasant to touch.
"Fine. Here." He suddenly began to pull all of the rings from his fingers, pulling your hand open before dropping each one in your palm until you had a pile of ten and then leaning over to stick both of his hands into the lake next to you. You watched with silent laughter as he scrubbed his hands together in the water, splashing everywhere in the process and being super loud while he grumbled to himself the entire time.
Once he was apparently satisfied with the level of 'cleanliness' achieved by the lake water, he pulled his hands back out, using his jeans as a towel before he then presented ten cleaner-looking fingers to you.
"Is this acceptable?" The level of snark in his tone made you roll your eyes, but you nodded nevertheless before pocketing his filthy rings and zipping your jacket pocket closed so that he couldn't slip them right back on.
"Beautiful." Then, to stop him from pouting, you reached out and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him towards you so that you could press a purposely-wet kiss right to his cheek. Then another. Then another. "You know, the guy at the bar said that you look like you brood in dark corners and give women dirty looks. I'm starting to think he was right."
"The 'guy at the bar' can suck my fucking ass. I hope his nose is broken." Ville spat as soon as you mentioned it, the jealousy he'd clearly acted on in the bar soaking right back into his voice as if it had never left. "You know what he looked like? The type of asshole who refuses to eat you out and says he'd rather just watch you finish yourself off."
Oh yeah. The Jaeger was definitely starting to kick in. Once Ville had consumed a certain amount of hard liquor, he was never a good person to have anywhere near polite company for fear of whatever derogatory thing (which came loudly and often) was going to come out of his mouth.
"Point to you." You rolled your eyes at his dramatic response, pressing another kiss to his cheek before taking your arm away so that he didn't have to bend down at an awkward angle. He also finally handed back the bottle after having hogged it this entire time so that he could pull his cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket. "Alright. No more carpet-munching talk. You're ruining our romantic date."
"My apologies, darling." He said very seriously as he lit his cigarette, smoke puffing out through his nose as he took a long drag. If he hadn't been in such a no-nonsense mood, you would've told him how handsome he looked when he smoked at night. Upon reciting the words in your head, however, you jumped at the realization that those words sounded perfectly romantic. Win!
"You look so handsome when you smoke in the moonlight." That was a winning line if you’d ever heard one. You were grinning like an idiot when you said it, and he just laughed when he saw the look on your face. After a pause, he suddenly started to sing.
"What a beautiful sight, in the moonlight. The way you're looking at me with your loving eyes, you let me know that for all my life, you would always be my only girl." There he went singing songs no one had ever heard of again. And in a southern accent, to put the cherry on top. He seemed to be able to immediately tell that you had no idea what he was talking about, and he sighed. "In Another World by Joe Diffie. Mige heard it in a bar in Texas one time and then played it all the time for like, a month straight."
"You're ridiculous." You then made a point to look directly at his lips, because you weren’t going to be taken out to a secluded dock where no one was around without doing a little making out while you were alone. He clearly noticed your cue, because his lips immediately curled into a smirk.
"And you're beautiful." And then he was closing the space between you, starting the kiss out softly and then not-so-slowly deepening it as his cold hand cupped your cheek with his cigarette still burning between his fingers. You were completely enveloped in his smell, both from his cologne and his cigarette smoke, and you let out a small whimper into the kiss.
You knew you obviously weren't going to fuck on a random dock in front of some random lake, but you couldn't help yourself out of slowly shifting into his lap, the urge to touch him overpowering your common sense, which had already been weakened by alcohol. He obviously didn't mind, and slid his hand under your jacket and shirt to press his palm into your lower back so that your chests were completely together as his tongue slid against yours.
"The next time some piece of shit starts flirting with you at the bar and they so much as lay a finger on you, I will bend you over and fuck you right then and there in front of them." After a few minutes Ville broke away, and as he mumbled those words against your lips, you felt a deep jolt of arousal shoot through several parts of your body. You shivered in his arms, quickly making a decision right then and there.
"Let's go back. I want you." You whined, fighting the urge to press your thighs together. Ville's voice already made you generally pretty horny, but adding a lot of booze and his possessiveness to the mix was ruining your underwear. He leaned in to kiss and then suck gently at the sweet spot just under your ear, humming in satisfaction when you let out a breathy moan at the feeling.
"Whatever you want, my love. I'll put all this pussy-eating talk to good use when we get there."
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welcome.
1983, times are modern just like they are present day. twenty two year old dave mustaine notices a lot of his friends joining this one app .. “tumblr,” he decides to take a look for himself. exploring his social outlook as social media is completely new to him.
i saw others doing this and wanted to give it a shot :)
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i also use my own interpretations for him, in this blog, dave is apart of the lgbtq community. even though that is not accurate, its my interpretation.
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A thought about Derek Morgan
I made a recent post about Morgan wearing a suit and then I got to thinking about Why. Like, obviously we see later he's more comfortable in more casual clothes, and they offer him more mobility since he's usually the one to give chase if an unsub runs, plus he has to take care of all of the Kicking In Doors business.
So... why the suit, dude?
And it made me think of what a friend of mine said when I asked him why he wouldn't go to the grocery store in sweatpants. Because he said if a black man goes out in more causal clothes, all people might see is a thug. They judge him based on his skin color and clothes and don't bother to take another look. He said he needed to wear "proper" clothes just to be treated normally.
And thinking back to Morgan, let's be honest, he was the Token Black Guy in the beginning. When he got into the FBI, he likely had to prove himself a lot more than any of his colleagues. In general, he probably would have been judged for his clothing a lot more if he wore something causal, than, say, Garcia. And of course it's not fair, but he probably thought he HAD to wear a suit to be treated with the proper amount of respect in the FBI. (I'm not saying that's the case for the members within the BAU, but in general.)
But as the seasons go on, we see him become SO much more comfortable with his (now) family at the BAU, opening up to them about his past trauma, banter with Garcia, etc. And he loses the suit.
I guess my hypothesis here is that in the beginning he wore a suit to make sure he got the respect he deserved. Because he'd had experiences before where people stopped looking when they saw his clothes and the color of his skin. But as he began to get to know the people in the BAU more, they became like family to him and he knew they really saw him, he began to wear what he wanted and not that terrible suit.
Disclaimer: I am white and I'm not trying to make assumptions about the Black Experience in America. I'm going off of what a Black friend of mine told me and thought it probably applied to CM.
#lets be honest all of the clothes in S1 sucked so bad lmao#criminal minds#derek morgan#penelope garcia#criminal minds analysis#tv analysis
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An Opportunity Has Arrive 13 (Mothers day Edition)
It's Mother's Day, Ruby and Yang are going back to their room after spending the day outside. They went to see a movie to kill some time while their teammates spend the afternoon with their moms.
Ruby: *Opens the door* That movie was the best!
Yang: This movie will be a cinema classic one day. I can assure you.
Weiss: Welcome back.
Ruby: Oh hi Weiss. Weren't you going to be with your mom all day?
Weiss: Well...
Blake: Her mom and mine have an engagement. It's a special event just for mothers.
Yang: Wait, your moms know each other?
Weiss: I was surprised to find out too. Apparently they met through a mutual friend and became good friends after that.
Ruby: And what will they do at the event?
Weiss: It will most likely be a special dinner for all mothers.
Blake: I bet they'll eat a thick, long, juicy piece of meat.
Yang: *She covers her sister's ears* Wow Blake! I know you're hungry but don't say it that way in front of my little sister.
Ruby: *She breaks away from her sister* I'm not a little girl anymore!
Weiss: Anyway, our moms looked very excited. So whatever it is, it must be something very exquisite.
Blake: They are so lucky.
Yang: Gosh Blake, it's just dinner. It's not a big deal.
Blake: (If you knew what was going on behind the scenes, you wouldn't be saying that) *quietly* How I wish I was a mom.
Yang: Well, who's gonna stop you?
Blake: *Embarrassed* You heard me!
Yang: *chuckles* We all did.
Weiss: *Teasing* And I do not think it will be difficult to fulfill your dream. You have a lot of suitors.
Blake: *Blushing* SH-SHUT UP!
The three girls laugh at her for a moment, but Blake is left thinking about what they said.
Blake: (I would never get pregnant, but if I did, who would be a good dad….) *The image of Jaune appears in his mind* (….No no no! Ours is only physical. I don't feel anything for him! It's just a carnal desire, right?!… right?)
Menwhile in the most exclusive 5 star hotel in Vale.
Kali: I'm so excited for what we're doing today!
Willow: I can't wait too. Nora told me that she has something special prepared for us.
Kali: Will it be just the two of us or will more people come?
Willow: Nora said that Raven and Terra would come and that would be everyone. It's a private party so they didn't invite a lot of people.
Kali and Willow enter a large room. Inside, they see four very comfortable sofas, Raven and Terra were already sitting on 2 of those sofas. In the middle of the room there is a round stage that is covered by a curtain. The two women take their respective seats and wait.
Kali: Terra! I'm glad to see you. Any news about your second child?
Terra: Nice to see you too Kali. About my second son. Well, we're still trying to get pregnant. I won't give up yet.
Kali: These things take time, but you already know that. I bet Jaune does his best.
Terra: Oh, He does much more than just give his best~ He is an animal in bed. I feel like he wants to get me pregnant with triplets.
Kali: *Giggles* With the amount of cum that comes out of him, I wouldn't be surprised.
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Willow: How have you been Raven?
Raven: I've been better
Willow: To be honest, I didn't think you would come to this event.
Raven: I was bored.
Willow: Really~ Wouldn't it be that you like being treated like a horny bitch?
Raven: *Angry but blushing* What?!
Willow: I saw your video, I'm not the type of woman who likes hardcore sex. But after seeing how Jaune treats you like her bitch. I understand why you want him to fuck you again
Raven: I didn't come here for that!
Willow: *Looks down on her waist* So the dog collar you have there is for decoration.
Raven: You saw it?!
Willow: *giggles* No, but it proves that you're here because you want more of his "tough love."
Raven: *Embarrassed* Shut up.
Willow: You're so cute.
Out of nowhere the lights in the room go out and a few spotlights point to the stage in front of them. Music begins to come out from some speakers installed on the ceiling and on the stage, then a familiar voice grabs their attention.
Nora (Speakers): Good night ladies! Thank you for coming to our special event for Mother's Day. Tonight we have something special for you lucky girls. This will be a night of passion where all your fantasies will come true. So let's stop talking and start this show. So I present to you, the man with the biggest dick, the magical hands that leave any woman trembling, and with a body that invades your wildest dreams, the only one, the incomparable, JAUNE ARC!!!
The curtain opens and the stage lights up. They could see a big bed at the back of the stage, enough for at least 5 or 6 people, in front of the bed, there was a stripper pole, and around the stage were different men's and woman's outfits. But what caught their attention the most was the man in front of them. Jaune was wearing a milk delivery uniform and you can tell that the suit was tight on him. Certain parts highlighting his charm, especially the crotch.
Jaune: *Blushing but acting confident* Hi ladies, I'm here to give you your milk~ Just make sure you drink it all and don't spill it.~
The women went crazy when they saw him, especially because of his attitude. With both hands he grabs the shirt and tears it off, exposing his muscular chest.
Jaune: Who is thirsty for the famous Arc milk?~
Kali: I am~
Jaune: Then come here and have a little taste~ *He begins to unbuckle his belt.*
Kali gets on stage and kneels in front of him. She grabs the elastic of him underwear and yanks them down.
Willow: *Touching herself* Yes, milk him, Kali~ This is so hot. Don't you think so, Raven?
Raven: *She ignores her as she touches herself and stares at the act in front of her.* Fuck~
Willow turns to see Terra and sees that she has already taken off her pants and is touching herself with both hands while she watches while moaning cutely.
Willow: *joking* I think Kali and I were not the most excited about this event.
Nora (Speakers): Girls, if you have any fantasies you want to play out, the costumes around the stage can be used. This night is for you, so live out your wildest fantasies, and Jaune will make sure that you are satisfied before the end of the event. He does have a large Aura pool after all.
Willow: Oh, this is going to be an unforgettable night~
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Happy Mother's Day!
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