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#and i wonder how much of that is due to the family ties and how much is just because it’s not a good look when you kill your son lmao
our-happygirl500-fan · 6 months
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Something that I was kind of thinking about is how other than Mikey, Leo might possibly be the Turtle that could possibly be the most comfortable with touch when it comes to his family, as Leo doesn't seem to have much issue getting into his brother's space.
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However something that I have seen a few people talk about is how Leo also seems ti be one of the Turtles that is possibly most uncomfortable in crowded places.
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In both the episodes 'Bug Busters' & 'Late Fee', Leo seems uncomfortable when he is surrounded by strangers & part of me wonders if Leo is possibly uncomfortable being around a large group of strangers due to him & his brothers kind of growing up isolated with only other family members for them to interact with.
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Leo has almost always kind of been shown to be comfortable being close with his family so it seems that it is only strangers within his personal space that seems to make Leo uncomfortable.
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However in the episode 'Shreddy or Not' Leo hugged Karai even though he had not known her long at that points so it could be that for Leo being comfortable with someone in his personal space is a matter of trust.
Something that I kind of wonder about is that if Leo being comfortable with someone in his personal space is something he only reserves for family which is why he hugged Karai or if it is simply for people he is close to.
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maybankslover · 24 days
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dropped my hand while dancing II- rafe cameron
rafe cameron x kook!reader
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part 1
moodboard?
warnings: angst, mention of pregnancy, break up, mental health
summary: what happens when the only love you've ever known doesn't love you anymore?
playlist: ghost of you by 5sos, champagne problems and bigger than the whole sky by taylor
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the cameron's were the one in charge of the cancellations and to let everyone know the wedding was off. sarah now had y/n's wedding dress hanged in her closet as the store called her when it wasn't picked up on the day it was supposed to and neither y/n or her mom answered their calls.
rafe it saw it when she brought it to tanyhill, it was gorgeous and it represented y/n so well. and even if rafe tried to fool everyone, he wasn't doing alright, her family got everything out of their once shared home and when he came back after they'd left it was as if she had never been there at all. not one piece of her had been left behind except for the pictures hanging in the walls, he couldn't sleep that night, his sight set one the cold spot next to him in bed. he missed her.
the news on the island spread really quick and he now got dirty looks on the streets, even in the country club by the elder people who known them since they were kids, wondered how he could leave his high-school sweetheart and pregnant fiance. she is a very beloved girl in their circles.
he hadn't seen her since she left the hospital, her parents wouldn't even open the door of their hose and his mom then told him that y/n and her mom had left the island, probably to her grandparents home in the mainland.
a month later sarah told him y/n and the baby were okay and that she was expecting a little girl.
topper's pov
"dude." I sit next to rafe in the living room of my house.
"what top?"
"I thought you'd want to see this." I hand him my phone. "y/n sent this to maia last night, she said she's entering the third trimester and almost seven month. y/n mentioned that she has almost everything for the baby."
rafe looked at the picture, a round belly showing.
"she broke down crying when maya asked what she was missing so we could maybe send it to her."
to me rafe fucked up so badly and will forever regret allowing his intrusive thpught to overcome his feelings, he won't ever find anyone as good as her or someone he'll love as much as he loved/loves y/n. he still loves her, he wouldn't have become a shell of who he was at her absence if he didn't love her.
third person pov
two weeks after topper sent him the picture he couldn't stop looking at thinking about how it would feel to touch her belly, how his daughter moving would feel under his touch. the texts he had been sending for the past two and a half months for almost everyday to y/n finally got a reply.
"hi, my due date is ironically september 21st. thought I would let you know, hope you're doing alright." 1 picture attached.
rafe almost jumped from his sit at his office. 21st their anniversary.
"y/n, can I call you? please." delivered.
he was now living at tanyhill again, couldn't stand being in their home without her.
"rafe!" sarah shouted from the living room. "rafe get the fuck down here right now."
"I'm coming jesus, why are you screaming?" he jogged down the stairs. "what happened?"
"y/n/n gave birth last night. the 20th at 19.37 pm." he almost fainted, his daughter was born and he hadn't been there.
"what? how did you found out?" rafe took her phone from her hand to watch the picture, the two pictures in fact. y/n holding the baby girl and another of the baby girl alone.
"she's perfect. how did she call her?" tears streaming down his face.
"sky. she said it's the name you liked and that she looks exactly like you." rafe sat down with his head in his hands.
"what have I done sar?"
"I wish I knew but she gave me the hospital she's in, told me ti let you know."
the same afternoon rafe knocked on the door giving it a few seconds before coming in.
"y/n/n."
"hey." the baby girl peacefully sleeping in her arms.
"are you alright?" he asked approaching the bed.
"yeah in a bit of pain but it's alright." she looked down at her daughter. "she's sky." y/n smiled at him. "wanna hold her?"
"yes yes please." once he had sky in his arms and sat on the chair beside the bed, his eyes instantly filled with tears and everything he had been repressing, all his love for y/n came rushing back in an instant. "she's perfect y/n/n."
they spent a few minutes in silence contemplating their daughter before y/n spoke up.
"I'll alow for you and your family to see her but it'll be arranged for my parents to bring her to y'all. I'm not prepared to be around you yet." she couldn't really maintain the eye contact.
"y/n/n about that..."
"it's okay, you stopped loving me and even if it still hurts me like hell and I can't wrap my head around it. she deserves to know how good it feels to be loved by you."
on that moment rafe truly realized the mistake he had made.
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alwaysonthemend · 3 months
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Author's Note: Hello hello and welcome to the first installment of my holiday fics! Up first, I had some requests for sub Jake, breeding kink, and one incredible ask talking about how we should appreciate Jake's ass more (I wholeheartedly agree) Thank you for reading and if you see any typos... no you didn't.
Word Count: 3940
Content Warnings: sub Jake, dom reader, cussing, gratuitous use of the word ass, orgasm denial, dry humping, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink (stay safe out there folks!) and a lil bit of fluffy domestic Jake. I think that is all but as always please tell me if I missed something. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI
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It’s no secret that Jake has a lovely ass. And there’s really no other way to put it. And even worse, Jake knows that he’s got a great ass and loves to never let you forget it. And really, Jake only brags about it to you because he knows how much you love it. He’d caught you ogling early on in your relationship and he’d never let you live it down since. 
And if you’re being honest, you play into it plenty on your own. Any time he passes, you love to smack him if you can – sometimes hard, sometimes just enough for him to feel it without anyone else noticing. Jake has a body that makes your mouth water – the most delicious mixture of strong and soft, curves and hard lines of muscle. He’s a rare thing, really. And thus deserves to be appreciated as such. 
And so even though the two of you are hosting a lovely, wholesome family gathering at your house for Christmas, you still feel the need to let him know how sexy he is. 
You enter the kitchen to find him humming quietly under his breath, moving gracefully between the counter covered in ingredients and the stove. He’s got his hair tied up in a low, messy bun (your favorite) and has the apron that you bought him as a joke two years ago tied snugly around his waist. He looks positively delicious. 
“Smells wonderful.” You tell him, stepping fully into the kitchen. 
He glances up from his work, a sweet smile that crinkles in the corners of his eyes gracing his lips. 
“Thanks, babe.” He says, tilting his head as you come up to him. 
Smiling mischievously, you place your hands on his cheeks and pull him down, laying a searing kiss on his lips before pulling away with a smug smile. 
“Woah.” His eyes sparkle as he looks at you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “What was that for?” 
You shrug, grinning innocently at him. 
“Just doing what the apron told me to do.” 
Jake chuckles, glancing down to where Kiss the Cook is written in fancy red letters across his apron. 
“Fair enough.” He inclines his head, his attention diverting back to the stove. 
“And besides,” you begin, your hand sliding down from his shoulder to cup his ass and squeeze. “Your ass is looking extra lovely tonight.” 
“You say that every night.” He says, turning his body back around to face you fully. His hands find your waist and he walks you backwards until the small of your back presses into the counter. “I think you just like to tease me.” 
You shake your head, grinning up at him like the Cheshire Cat. You wish viciously that you didn’t have a group of guests waiting out in your living room so Jake could bend you over the counter and fuck you right here and now. 
“I just like giving appreciation where it's due, is all.” 
He hums, leaning down to seal his lips over yours again. You can’t tell if it's him, the heat from the stove, or both, but you feel like your body is on fire. A breathy little moan escapes you as his tongue slides between your lips and his grip on your hips tighten.
“Jake.” You whine, a throb taking up residence between your thighs. “Don’t tease. We have company.” 
Jake only laughs, pressing a thigh between your legs and putting pressure on your throbbing cunt. Then, without warning, he lifts you, setting you down on the counter and pressing himself in closer to you.
“They’re not staying all night.” He murmurs, his lips hovering just over yours. “I wouldn’t let them. I still have to give you your gift later.”
Your brows raise slightly at his words, though you’re having a hard time focusing thanks to the feeling of him being so very close to where you want him. 
“We already exchanged gifts this morning.”  
His grin is downright feline as he regards you. 
“This one is special, though. I can’t give it to you until tonight…” he runs a calloused finger over your nipple, pinching it and rolling it so that it hardens, “once everyone is gone.”
You can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear. You hook your legs around his hips, pulling him in tight to you and moan as the rough fabric of his jeans brushes slightly against your clit. He’s got one hand on your hips, the other placed palm down on the counter as he leans over you – the very picture of a man who is about to get exactly what he wants. 
“Jake, I-”
“Really?!” 
You both startle and Jake’s eyes snap to the doorway like those of a child who’s just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Josh stands with his arms crossed, a disgusted, incredulous look on his face. 
“It is… definitely what it looks like.” Jake says with a shit eating grin, stepping back away from between your legs and straightening his apron. 
“In the kitchen? Where we make the food?” 
“Sorry, Josh.” You say, hopping down from the counter and strolling past him, squeezing his shoulder as you go. “Just couldn’t control myself.”
Jake chuckles, turning back to the stove to stir something. 
“She can’t resist, Josh. It’s really not her fault.”
Josh meets his words with an affronted look and a gagging sound before following you back out into the living room with the rest of the guests. 
“You both are gross.” He grumbles, shuddering a bit at the grin on Jake’s face and the flush to your cheeks. 
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It feels like time moves at a glacial pace. Dinner had been fantastic – you’re convinced that Jake was a chef in another life, but you were more than happy when your guests finally began to leave. You and Jake watch them go, thanking each of them for coming and wishing them a merry Christmas. As impatient as you had been all night, it was still nice to have everyone together – a rare and difficult feat these days given how crazy everyone’s schedules are. And everyone being free tonight had been nothing short of a Christmas miracle. 
As you stand in the doorway waving as the last car pulls out of your driveway, like a cat, Jake stalks up behind you quietly and leans down, pressing his lips just above your ear. 
“Can I give you your gift now?” 
You startle only slightly before you spin around to be met with Jake’s dark eyes staring at you. 
“I’ve been waiting for hours.” You whine, and you can’t even find it within yourself to be embarrassed for how needy you sound. 
Jake smiles widely, his white teeth glittering. 
“And I’m going to make you wait just a few more minutes.” 
You open your mouth to protest but Jake silences you with a look – that same domineering look that he always gives you in the bedroom. Your mouth snaps shut and he smiles appreciatively. 
“I’m going to go upstairs and get ready and you’re gonna wait down here until I text you to come up.” He raises a brow at you, silently demanding whether you understand. You nod once, afraid that your voice will fail you. “And when you do come up, I want you in nothing but your bra and panties.” 
“Yes sir.” 
With that, he spins on his heel and ascends the stairs, leaving you a wet, shaking mess in his wake. With trembling fingers you pull off your shirt, thankful that the blinds had been drawn as the guests began to filter out. The fire in the fireplace crackles as you step out of your skirt, leaving you in only your undergarments just as he had asked. With nothing else to do, you fold them and place them on the back of the sofa so that you can easily come and get them in the morning. (You have a feeling that Jake isn’t going to let you leave the bed for the rest of the night). 
Finally, your phone pings with a text from Jake. You don’t even bother reading it before scampering up the stairs, your heart pounding and your thighs sliding easily against each other thanks to your wetness. 
As you reach the top of the stairs, you can see the door to yours and Jake’s bedroom cracked ever so slightly. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you push it open to be met with the warm glow of the mini Christmas tree that you had made Jake put in here. The fragrant scent of cinnamon and sugar wafts through the air thanks to the candles that lay lit on just about every surface. 
And finally your eyes find Jake, completely bare and leaning back in the middle of the bed, his thighs spread and his cock already hard and leaking with precum. His smooth skin washed in warm light looks damn near edible. His eyes look almost black, half-lidded and watching you closely. He’s taken his hair down, letting it fall down to rest against his shoulders. With one hand wrapped around his cock and stroking lazily, he grins at you.
“Jake, what-?” You’re at a loss for words. Your mouth has gone dry and you’re sure that your eyes have widened like saucers. 
“Your gift.” He says, his voice smooth as velvet. “Me. However you want me.” You feel as though you might combust on the spot. “All the control. Tie me up,” his eyes cast upwards to the hook on the wall above the bed that is always reserved only for you, “make me beg, don’t let me cum. Whatever you want. Just for tonight.”
“Holy fuck, Jake.” You murmur, stepping closer to the bed  and practically drooling at the sight. “This is…” You can’t find the words. It’s everything. He is everything. 
“Come on, baby.” His voice beckons and your feet move seemingly without your knowledge of them until you’re standing right next to him. “Don’t know where to start?” He mocks, darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip.
You really don’t. He’s always the one in control, always the one telling you what to do. And now here you are, suddenly with all the power resting in your hands. There’s so many choices you can’t even decide. 
Jake chuckles. 
“I finally give you what you want and you can’t even choose.” His voice is saccharine and his hand still works over himself slowly. “You weren’t shy earlier when you came and grabbed my ass where anyone could have walked in and seen.” He reminds you, and the words are like a switch deep within you and a wicked, filthy idea pops into your mind. 
“Stop talking.” You find yourself saying, your voice coming out far smoother than you were expecting. 
Jake’s eyebrow quirks up. 
“Oh?” 
“I said stop talking.”  This time the demand in your voice is clear and Jake’s jaw snaps shut. “And stop touching yourself.” Obediently, his hand falls limp at his side. His breathing picks up. 
Without a word and with fire between your legs, you crawl into the bed. Jake is the picture of delicious sin laying there prone and waiting for you. You glide a palm down his leg, stopping at his calf where you trace small circles into his skin. 
“You’re so pretty, you know that?” You ask softly, though you aren’t expecting a response. In fact, with the way Jake’s chest heaves and his cock twitches at your use of the word ‘pretty,’ you already know that you’ve found a nerve without him uttering a single syllable. “You are,” you continue, letting your eyes glide up his form – over his strong thighs, over the soft curve of his stomach, to his broad shoulders, his glossy hair, his beautiful face, “so, so pretty.” 
A soft whine escapes him and fuck it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. You want to get lost in him, to lick across every inch of his gloriously exposed skin and to make him whine like that a thousand more times. All things that you will do later. But for right now, the ache between your thighs has become unbearable and you need to find some sort of release before you can start in on him. And you have the perfect idea for it. 
“Lay on your belly, Jakey.” You murmur and you watch with lustful eyes as he complies immediately. 
You swear under your breath as he settles and your eyes land on that beautiful ass of his – so plump and round. You splay your palms out on each cheek, kneading into the thick flesh. Without warning, you lay a harsh smack against it and he cries out – the sound like music to your ears as you watch the way his ass jiggles from the strike. 
“You know how much I love this, don’t you?” You ask, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on his right then his left cheek. 
Jake nods, a breathy little ‘yes’ hitting your ears, muffled slightly by the pillow. 
“It makes me so wet.” You admit, rising slightly and moving yourself upwards so that you’re straddling one cheek, pressing your clothed clit into the ample muscle. “I’ve always wanted to ride it. Imagined how good it would feel on my clit.” You experimentally rock your hips and your body shudders at the pleasure it renders. “You don’t cum yet, baby. Okay?”
“Okay.” His voice is broken – breathless and needy. 
You roll your hips, the friction positively delicious and you can’t help but to cry out. You keep it slow, just enjoying the feeling. It’s better than you could have imagined – and far better than any pillow that you’d done this to in the past. With each drag, Jake moans beneath you and the sound drives you wild. 
You lean forward and place both of your hands on his lower back, digging your fingers into the flesh and using the leverage to grind your hips harder against him. You begin to bounce, abandoning any thoughts other than the release that you’ve been aching for since your run in with Jake in the kitchen all those hours ago.
With each roll of your cunt against his ass, Jake’s hips press down into the mattress making his cock rut into the mattress each time. He’s a whining mess beneath you, the friction enough to get him to the edge but not nearly enough for him to cum yet. Just enough to drive him mad beneath you. 
"Fuck." Jake mumbles, his lower back arching downwards and his ass pushing up into you more. As much as you're enjoying this, he seems to be enjoying it, too.
You slow yourself down again, sensually undulating your hips and exhaling shakily.
"You feel so good, Jake." You praise, keeping that slow pace of your hips. Jake's only answer is to moan beneath you and you can't help but to imagine doing this again. And fuck, you know that you're never going to be able to even think about his ass without growing wet... let alone admire it with your eyes.
Spurred on by the thoughts of how sexy you find this position and by the way Jake is whining and wriggling beneath you, you begin to pick up your pace. You know that you're not going to last. You can't hold it off any longer. You need it.
With yet another slap to his ample backside, you roll your hips faster, that low burning in your belly morphing into fire as your orgasm finally hits you. You toss your head back and cry out as the waves crash through you. You keep moving your hips against him, drawing out your release as long as it can go. Finally, when your body begins to shiver with overstimulation, you fall off him. 
“Y/n.” Jake whines, rutting his hips harder into the bed.
“Don’t.” You warn, stilling him with a heavy hand on his lower back. “Roll over.” He does, and you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen his cock so hard before. You press a hand to each of his knees and spread them wider, giving you plenty of space to settle between them. “What’s got you so worked up, baby?” You tease, eyeing him like a piece of candy. 
“You.” His voice cracks on the word and he clears his throat. “Hearing you.” 
“Aww.” You say sweetly, pinching the top of his cock between your fingertips. “So sweet, Jakey.” You’ve never really used that nickname much before, especially not in the bedroom. But right now, with him pliant and needy beneath you, it seems fitting. This isn’t the Jake that you usually have during sex – the rough, dominant Jake. This Jake is soft and delicate and oh so desperate for any bit of relief. Jake's body tenses and jerks, a cry falling from his lips each time you ghost your fingertips over the swollen head of his cock.
“Please.” He arches into you, his stomach muscles tensing and untensing as he tries to control himself. 
“Please what?” You can’t help but tease him. 
“Touch me.” 
You giggle and continue to play with just his tip, switching between squeezing and delicately tracing it with your fingertips. You can't stop the amusement that you feel. He's so sensitive, so receptive to each ghost of a touch.
“I am touching you, babe.” 
He groans, tossing his head back harshly into the pillow. You only laugh and wrap your hand around him fully. He’s hot and pulsing in your palm. You smear his precum around him and begin to pump him slowly, drawing a deep moan from him as his eyes squeeze shut. 
“I’m getting why you enjoy this so much.” You say and Jake blinks his eyes open at you. “Seeing you all squirmy and desperate.” 
Jake opens his mouth to reply but you tighten your fist and speed up a bit. 
“Oh fuck!” He groans and his hands reach out to grab you – whether to pull you in closer or to make you speed up you can’t tell (he probably doesn’t even know either), but you immediately let go of his cock at the motion. 
“Oh. I forgot.” 
You rise up a bit, reaching up and over Jake to pull open the top drawer of his nightstand, your fingers quickly finding the silk that Jake loves to use on you. You tap Jake’s chest and he surrenders his wrists to you without a fight, holding them next to each other as you loop the scarf around them and then hook his arms up on the little peg above the headboard. 
“I think the power has gone to your head.” Jake murmurs, his brown eyes watching you with nothing short of reverence. 
“Maybe a little bit.” You shrug, settling back between his legs. “I just can’t help myself though. You look so pretty like this.” 
“You like calling me pretty, don’t you?”
You shrug again and resume your stroking on his aching cock.
“And you like being called pretty.”  You challenge, speeding up your hand. 
Jake’s only answer is tossing his head back and arching his back, the muscles in his arms straining and flexing as he fights against the restraints. You move your hand quickly, so quickly that your forearm burns. Pleas and whines fall from Jake’s lips without so much as a breath in between, his body fighting between pleasure and pain. You can tell that he’s close, his mouth completely open and his chest flushed and glistening with sweat. You keep going a moment longer before bringing your hand away completely. 
“Y/n.” Jake cries, his hips rising off the bed to try and follow your hand. 
“I told you not to cum yet.” You remind him, laughing at the desperation on his face. “You’re not gonna cum yet, right?” 
He shakes his head quickly and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. 
“I won’t. I won’t.” He whines and you reward the plea in his tone by starting again. This time keeping your pace deliberately too slow. “More.” He begs you after what could have only been a minute, those beautiful eyes of his boring into your own. 
“And you won’t cum?” 
“Promise.” 
You give him what he wants, pumping him faster and pressing your thumb into the spot just below his head just like you know he likes. He’s panting and writhing beneath you and his legs begin to shake as he nears that edge yet again. 
“Jake.” You warn, but you don’t let up, you don’t slow down. 
His whole body is tense and his muscles still fight against where his arms are restrained. 
“Jake.” You warn again and his mouth drops open with a loud moan. “You better not cum.” 
“I can’t- I’m gonna- fuck, stop!” 
You do and he sighs in some mix of both relief and disappointment. He’d been so close. 
“Good boy.” His eyes crack open at that and a tired smile graces his lips. 
“It’s definitely gone to your head.” He says, trying to get his breathing back under control. 
You giggle as you reach behind you and unclip your bra. Jake’s eyes fix on your bare breasts and he bites his lip. 
“This is torture not being able to touch you.” 
“I know.” You laugh as you slide your soaked panties down your legs and toss them somewhere in the room. “Now you know how I always feel.”
“You ever gonna let me cum? It fucking hurts.” He says, his voice pitched higher. 
“So whiny.” You tsk, settling yourself on top of his thighs. “But still being so good for me.” 
He preens at the compliment, practically purring beneath you. You reach up and unhook the silk from the hook, freeing his wrists at last. You grab them and place them on your hips for him. Immediately, his grip tightens. 
“I’m gonna ride you, Jakey. And you can touch me as much as you want now.” 
“Thank you.” He breathes out and you can tell that he really means it. 
You reach between your bodies and grip his cock, guiding his head to your folds and finally you sink down on him. The stretch is delightful and so so perfect and you both moan at the feeling. 
“Holy shit.” Jake says through clenched teeth, fingers digging into your hips. 
You rise up and slam back down on him, immediately setting a brutal pace that you know neither of you will last long with. Already, you can feel your second orgasm approaching and Jake is absolutely losing it beneath you. His eyes have clamped shut and his mouth hangs open. Moans slip past him with each thrust and you can feel his cock twitching inside you. 
You stop for a moment and he makes to protest before realizing what you're doing. You rise up and plant both of the balls of your feet on the bed, squatting over him as you start to bounce again. This time, the new angle allows him to slip even deeper into you.
"Jesus."
"Fuck, you fill me up so good, Jake."
Your thighs burn but you don't stop. You won't stop if only to keep that face on Jake for a moment longer. His brows are tipped upwards, his hair sticks to his face from sweat, and his plump lips are parted in almost a snarl. You've never seen him like this – as if he truly is doing all he can to not fall apart this very second. Jake has always been vocal during sex, never afraid of moaning or crying out when something feels good (so unlike most men that you've been with). But tonight it's like he couldn't control himself if he tried. Moans, whines, even whimpers fills the space between you, mixing so beautifully with the sound of his cock moving through your wetness that has begun to drip down your thighs. This moment, here with him like this... it's like Heaven on Earth.
“I’m gonna cum.” Jake tells you and you keep going, nodding and crying out as his tip hits that special place inside of you. “Fuck, Y/n.”
It’s a warning. You’ve been together for years but you’ve never let him cum inside of you before – no matter how many times you’ve seen the disappointment in his eyes when you ask him to pull out. It was never the right time. You’re both always so busy and you never wanted to risk it. But right now... you don’t care. He’s always been patient with you. Never pushes for kids when he knows you’re not quite ready even though he wants them so badly. And really, the odds of getting pregnant with where you are in your cycle right now are low anyway. But you find yourself thinking that if tonight doesn't work you'll be trying again soon. You want this with him. It’s almost the New Year and what better a way to move into 2024? Jake has proven time and time again that he will always be by your side and as you ride him, after he's given himself wholly and totally over to you... fuck, it sounds like the most wonderful thing in the world.
“Y/n! I can’t hold it! Fuck!” Jake’s voice is desperate, his body so tense you’re worried he might hurt himself somehow. 
“Give to me, Jake!” You cry through a moan, your hips grinding into his at a merciless pace. “Fill me up! Fuck, please.”
That’s all it takes. Jake yells as he finishes, a feral growl starting deep in his chests that builds up into a mighty cry as he spills into you. You can’t hold on any longer yourself and your orgasm tears through you. Stars explode behind your eyes and Jake’s body twitches and shakes beneath you as your walls clench around his spent cock. With one last exhausted roll of your hips, you collapse at Jake’s side. 
“Shit.” Jake breaths out, his chest heaving and his skin slick with sweat. "Best sex we've ever had."
“Yeah. Fuck.” 
“I-" Jake swallows once and inhales deeply through his nose for a moment. "Thank you. ” His voice sounds tired but soft and warm. Those two words are simple, all he can think of to say. But they carry the weight of everything and you both know it. He rolls over to face you, those chocolate eyes of his looking at you with so much love you think you might cry.  
“Merry Christmas.” You answer him softly in return. It seems you also had one last gift to give him this Christmas.  
He laughs and the sound rumbles deep in his chest. 
“Merry Christmas.” 
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lazycats-stuff · 4 months
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I saw your last order and thought of an alternative.
In the Young Justice cartoon, they discover that Cadmus has a clone of Superman. Now imagine that the reader (he's from the justice league) and bruce discover that cadmus made a clone with the following dna: reader, bruce and ra's. Everyone is shocked when they discover even Ra's, their son may have Ra's hair, blue-green eyes and skin.
Then you can decide the rest.
Okay, this is interesting. I love it. Also, 1.1k followers in a short period of time... Thanks guys.
Summary: Cadmus made a clone with the 3 people that no one would ever think of.
Warnings: established (Y/N) x Bruce Wayne, clones, Ra's creeps (Y/N) out, Bruce is protective, (Y/N) is almost a mama bear.
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(Y/N) and Bruce are the staples of the Justice League and the power couple of both Gotham and Justice League. They know each other for a very long time and the two compliment each other very well. (Y/N) was more gentle and kind of less scary, while Bruce was rough and scary. That is in the field of course.
In private, Bruce can be soft, especially with his sons and partner. (Y/N) is the one of the pillars of the family, alongside Alfred. His sons are protective of him more than they are of Bruce. (Y/N) found it heartwarming and he loved them all as if they were his own.
(Y/N) was also a vigilante alongside his husband and the two vigilantes are loved by their city. Sure there are critics, but the vast majority of the city loved them both. Some loved (Y/N) more than Bruce, but it was bound to happen when you have one who is rough and one who is more gentle than the other.
The Justice League was in awe of them both. It was the sheer way that the two cooperate and work together. There was mutual support from both sides, constant communication, even through the looks and subtle touches. The two know each other very well and lead the League very well.
And the two were the best of the best in what they did. Interrogations, tactics, strategies and locating somebody, (Y/N) and Bruce are the ones to call. More so when they are kings of blackmail. (Y/N) just loved blackmailing evil people and then see them crumble.
Ah.
Now, one of their biggest enemies was brewing something. It was the Cadmus project that has been around for a long time. It has ties with the US military and several major corporations are the ones to blame for the project. They seem to experiment on metahumans, aliens and everything else that isn't a human.
Of course, they had a lot of advanced technology with them and (Y/N) wouldn't be shocked that they dabbled into a lot of illegal activities. Cloning was one of those activities. There have been a few cases of cloning with the heroes, Superboy being one of those cases.
(Y/N) liked Superboy, but he had to admit, he was shocked when he was brought to the League. He looked so much like Clark and it freaked (Y/N) out badly. But soon he helped Clark with accepting the fact that in a way he is a father now and he had to help the clone out.
We all know how that turned out.
As for (Y/N) and Bruce, they had a rare night off. Both of them were exhausted and had to take a night in. The League urged them to take the night off, despite the fact that they had to raid an alleged hideout for Cadmus. Everyone said to sit it out due to their exhaustion.
(Y/N) said sure and dragged Bruce to their home. The two spent an lovely, relaxing evening, without a care in the world. (Y/N) felt great and Bruce, although he would rather die than to admit it, he liked this.
And yes, Bruce would go on that mission, but for (Y/N) he would stay. Unlike Bruce, (Y/N) had a sense when he had overworked himself and that's why every now and then he would take a break. And of course, in the process drag Bruce with him.
And that's what brought the two together in bed right now, just laying down next to one another, hands wondering over one another, just eager to touch one another. They were too tired to have sex, the contact was just enough for them.
" You know, I have to admit, I might have needed this break. " Bruce said as he rested his hands on (Y/N)'s hips, pulling him to lay his head on his chest, just above Bruce's heart. (Y/N) loved that spot more than anything. It reminded him that Bruce is alive and well.
" I knew it. " (Y/N) said, smiling as he put his arm over Bruce stomach.
" I hope the mission is going well. " Bruce said and (Y/N) hummed. He did too, but Superman and the others are going to be okay. Besides, they are more than capable to fight without them both.
" It is, I can tell you. They are more than capable to take over a little bit, B. " (Y/N) mumbled quietly, eyes closing. He was tired and Bruce followed him. The two were just ready to fall asleep, until a phone rang out in the room. Bruce and (Y/N) couldn't tell which one, but they both groaned in unison.
" You pick up. " (Y/N) said as he rolled over to let Bruce get up. Bruce huffed as he took the phone and answered. (Y/N) listened with his eyes closed, kind of exhausted.
" We'll be there. "
(Y/N) turned over, opening his eyes. " What's going on? "
" They have found a clone in the hideout. They say we have to come, but Clark sounds distraught. " Bruce said, quickly getting up. (Y/N) quickly got up too and the two quickly went to the cave. They put the suits in silence and Bruce activated the portal as they put their cowls on.
(Y/N) reached for Bruce's hand for a second. Bruce stopped as he turned around.
" What's wrong? " Bruce asked softly.
" I just have a bad feeling about all of this. " (Y/N) admitted and Bruce nodded. Sometimes, (Y/N) would get this gut feelings and sometimes they would be true, but sometimes wouldn't, but still, they have agreed to be careful when getting it.
" Alright. " Bruce said, leaning down to give (Y/N) a kiss before both of them became serious. They stepped through the Zeta tubes and in a quick moment the two were in the Justice League headquarters. Wonder Woman walked up to them and the trio started walking to the holding cells.
" While going searching the hideout, we found a clone. I think it's better to see it for yourself. " She said and Bruce and (Y/N) had to look at one another in wonder.
What is that supposed to mean?
(Y/N) saw what it meant when his eyes laid on that clone. That poor kid us a mix of Bruce and (Y/N). But there is one problem. There was somebody else's DNA. (Y/N) was shocked and he stepped closer. Okay.
How?
" How the hell... " (Y/N) started but trailed off. The clone walked closer to the glass cell just as (Y/N) did. Bruce was not far behind, watching the clone and his husband carefully.
" Whose DNA is this? " Bruce asked, not taking his eyes off of the duo.
" The DNA came from you two and... " She stopped for a moment and Bruce had to look at her.
" Wonder Woman, whose DNA is it? " Bruce asked and she looked at him with worry.
" Ra's Al Ghul's. "
Bruce and (Y/N) looked at one another. WHAT?
(Y/N) tried to say something, but couldn't. Ra's? RA'S?! (Y/N) couldn't blame the clone. It wasn't his fault by any means, but Ra's DNA? That explained the eyes though... And maybe the hair too.
Oh God.
" So what do we do? Is he a metahuman? " (Y/N) asked Wonder Woman and she shook her head.
" A human just like the two of you. " She confirmed and (Y/N) was a little bit relived. Okay.
That is not so bad.
" Okay. I think that we will take him under our wing, " (Y/N) paused before glancing at Bruce once more. " But what do we do about Ra's? He will interested. Moreso, I am interested how they got his DNA. "
" Aren't you interested how they got ours? " Bruce asked.
" There are times when we were injured badly on missions. I don't have a doubt that they have been looking through all the blood. " (Y/N) said and Bruce had to say that it wasn't that far from the truth. Will they ever know how they got their DNA? Not really. But that sounded like the most plausible option.
" Well, that would sound tedious. " Wonder Woman said and (Y/N) rubbed the back of his neck. Bruce noticed that his husband was nervous and has excused them from the room. Bruce led his nervous husband out in an empty hall.
He knew that his husband was about to break. His husband still couldn't fully reign his emotions in, but that doesn't matter to Bruce. (Y/N)'s soft spot were kids. He couldn't bare to seem them hurt and that was okay. Bruce could be strong in that aspect for both of them.
Bruce brought his husband in his arms, allowing him to hide his face and (Y/N) let out a shuddering breath. He was taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
" We have to take him in. " (Y/N) said as he removed his head from Bruce's chest.
" I know. " Bruce said, caressing (Y/N)'s face with his gloved hand.
" Poor kid... I'm sorry. "
Bruce shook his head as he leaned down to kiss him. " Never apologize for showing emotions. Never. That's one of the many things I love about you. It reminds me that I'm human and not something indestructible. You remind me that Batman is not just a symbol, but a human too. " Bruce said, giving (Y/N) a kiss on his cheek.
" Okay. I don't think that it would a good idea to take him in tonight. " (Y/N) said and Bruce nodded.
" We have to let him stay here for a while, he needs to get adjusted a bit. Once we know he is stable, we can take him back home. Okay? " Bruce said and (Y/N) had to nod in agreement.
" Good. Now, lets get back and tell Wonder Woman our plan. " Bruce said and (Y/N) composed himself.
(Y/N) and Bruce came back to the manor and slept until lunch. (Y/N) was stressed beyond belief and Bruce made sure that he distressed. (Y/N), like said before, loved kids and they were his soft spot. More correctly weak when it came to their sons. (Y/N) is a mama bear.
Through and through.
After eating lunch, (Y/N) wanted to spend time together with his husband, so they decided to relax on the couch watching a random movie they picked from Netflix. (Y/N)'s head was on the pillow that he put on Bruce's lap and the rest of him was covered by a blanket. Bruce's hands were gently going through his hair and they were both relaxed.
" Masters, Ra's al Ghul wishes to speak with you. " Alfred said and (Y/N) sat up quickly. Bruce tensed up. What?! The two stood up quickly as Alfred went to get Ra's.
" Why today? " (Y/N) mumbled to himself as he crossed his arms.
" Bruce. (Y/N). " Ra's said as he walked up to the two, taking (Y/N)'s hand to give it a kiss. Bruce rolled his eyes in the back, bringing (Y/N) to sit down next to him on the couch. Ra's sat down on the armchair, crossing his leg together at the ankle.
" I heard about a clone with my DNA. Is it true? " Ra's asked and Bruce nodded.
" Well, how did they do it? " Ra's asked and (Y/N) just shrugged his shoulders.
" I have a theory, but it's under a big if. " (Y/N) said and Ra's gave him his fully attention.
" And what would that theory be? "
" My guess would be that when we were injured on missions, they would go back and analyze the blood to find ours. We are all human after all. " (Y/N) said and Ra's gave it some thought.
" I have to say, it makes more sense than what I have been thinking. " Ra's said and (Y/N) didn't say anything in response. He didn't know what he thought.
Bruce put his hand on (Y/N)'waist, squeezing lightly. (Y/N) didn't like Ra's by any means and the man freaked him out. The flirting is something that made him really dislike Ra's. He is a married man, he is married to the love of his life. His Bruce. His B.
" Is that why you came here for Ra's? " Bruce asked, taking over, speaking for both himself and his husband.
" Yes. I wanted to see if it was true. Now there is a question of what to do with the boy. " Ra's said and glanced at (Y/N). He knew that kids are his soft spot.
" We help him adapt and he comes to live here. " Bruce answered for his husband once more and (Y/N) nodded.
" So he is a normal human? " Ra's asked, wanting more clarification.
" Yes. Although I have no doubt that he has a lot of skills when it comes to fighting skills. " (Y/N) chuckled to himself quietly. They didn't test him yet for it, but still. (Y/N) could only imagine the skills that that kid had on him.
" Good. I'm afraid that I have to go, but we will be seeing each other once more. " Ra's said as he stood up and (Y/N) and Bruce both stood up to. Ra's said goodbye to both to them, but not without giving (Y/N)'s hand a kiss goodbye.
(Y/N) forced himself to stay calm and once Ra's left the room, (Y/N) laid back down on the couch, covering himself with a blanket. Bruce watched in silence as his husband hid. He sat down next to him, bringing him into the position that they were in before Ra's came.
" Why does he like playing with me B? " (Y/N) asked and Bruce shrugged his shoulders.
" My guess it's that he likes you, but can't do anything since you are with me. And besides, he is trying to piss me off. " Bruce said and (Y/N) buried his face into Bruce's stomach. Bruce's hand was going through his hair, gently comforting him.
(Y/N) has never been the one to break and just allow emotions to take over, but Ra's was a pressure point for him. He didn't like it and he didn't like Ra's and it made him just...
It made him a whole lot of things that (Y/N) didn't like.
" Just breathe. " Bruce instructed. (Y/N) did as Bruce told him and he found himself to be more calmer. He closed his eyes as he just basked in presence of his husband.
" B? " (Y/N) prompted and Bruce hummed.
" I love you. "
Bruce allowed himself to smile. " I love you too. " He leaned down to kiss his husband's head. They will take the boy in soon and Ra's? Well, they could deal with him later. Right now, they are fine.
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mitoad · 18 days
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yandere ghost headcannons please!
okok to be honest I rarely imagine ghost to be a yandere,, his past was so hard and he most likely has the same fear of repeating the same mistakes of his father !! (plus I want him 2 get the love he deserves) BUT WHEN I CAN IMAGINE HIM AS A YANDERE … chomp munch crunch very very good food 
yan!simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader hcs !!
notes: mentions of trauma (ghost), descriptions of violence, obsession, gn! reader, mostly unedited (bear with me ill actually proofread one day maybe) (684 words)
I do feel like a lot of ghost's more yandere mannerisms would be due to his childhood. He'd never had the chance to be truly innocent, from his abusive father to the cartel that had mercilessly killed the rest of his family, the countless teammates that he had lost, there was always some form of blood on his hands. Years of distrust festered into seething, buried hatred for the amount of ugliness in this world. Burying himself in the only good he could trust in; the suffocating cigarette stained air of Captain Price, the familiar tone of the rugged Scottish accent that came from Soap, Gaz's charming smile.
So when he first meets you, so much more docile and harmless and friendly, never faced with the adversities that Simon had seen in the world, he silently slips your name into his head, keeping that precious string of words in the darkest- yet safest- parts of his brain. You were the light in his eyes that he had lost at an age so young, your presence arranging the constant static and ringing in his ears into a pleasant hum.
You never judge him when he flinches at the hiss of a snake, never belittle him for constantly wearing that cloth mask that concealed half of his face. He avoids it at first, how he relaxes whenever he sees you in the room, how he smiles beneath that mask when you wave at him.
He truly wants to believe it’s just some childish crush, a form of love that could only be protected for a matter of months.. That you were some odd fantasy he had developed due to the plethoras of trauma he had faced. 
But once you have him wrapped around your finger, once you somehow manage to break down the walls that he'd been suffocating in; he'll do anything for you. Cut out his tongue just to see you smile. Tear out his voice box just to your sweet rambles. 
he’s part of the sas; a man who was trained to kill without mercy, shown the tragedies of the world since he was a child. he has no issue dealing with anyone he thinks is bad for you. hell, ghost would protect you from just about anything- he’d do anything, lose anything, to protect you from the world he lived in. the violence he saw.
He thinks he knows what's best for you. Despises those jaded and ungrateful friends you have, how they never even reciprocated any of the care and support you gave. And that boyfriend you had- his sleazy grin and grubby hands all over you- christ, he swears he'll carve out that man's organs once he gets the opportunity.
and that’s when he decides he can’t let you keep mixing with those vermin, endangering yourself without even noticing. of course he believes you deserve far better than him- an eden so much different from the bloodshed and tragedy of this world, where everything was just as wonderful and lovely as you were. But he was the best option to keep you safe, to keep you happy. And he didn’t care how far he had to go due to it- he'd risk his career, his life, everything for you.
The method didn’t matter. Whether he convinced you with smooth words and empty promises or ripped out his intestines to chain you to his side, he was going to make sure that you were safe. That you were his.
So you wake up one day, wrists and ankles bound suffocatingly with rope, the coarse hairs stinging at you skin as you struggle to free yourself from the bedpost you were tied to. You can feel your heart twist in horror as you hear that familiar rough cockney accent. 
“sorry if I tied those ropes too tight,” it smells like ivory, blood. the brown eyes the ones that you had made a home in for the past year you spent with each other stared down at you. That wasn’t simon. That wasn’t simon. That was ghost. “just needed you keep you safe, love.”
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yandere-writer-momo · 8 months
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Grandpa Doppo Grandpa Doppo
Since Doppo and Natsune help Katsumi in secret to get his now wife pregnant, how are the when they both babysitting their grandbaby who have Katsumi domestic eyebrows and a cute chubby baby
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I AM OBSESSED WITH THE OROCHI FAMILY IDEA. That is why I sacrificed my soul to the devil for it. Just look at the baby. DA BABY
And hell ya that baby has his eyebrows. IT IS HEREDITARY.
Yandere Baki Head Canons
The Orochi Family dynamic
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Now this whole family is so excited for the newest edition that will be joining them soon. Each one has prepared for this day since the day you were first introduced. Katsumi has never had a partner before so they are over the moon
Natsue and Doppo designed a nursery in their house so they can babysit baby Orochi whenever. They started buying gender neutral baby clothes and baby supplies before your pregnancy was even announced. They’re not messing around when it comes to the opportunity of a grandkid or grandkids. They’re even encouraging Katsumi to have as many kids as he wants (they’re enablers)
Natsue will make you meals that would boost fertility while Doppo gives Katsumi parenting and romancing advice. They work together to make this union happen. They even offer to pay completely for your wedding.
Natsue and Doppo both cheer (Natsue cries) when you announce that you’re pregnant to them. They’re both fretting over you (along with Katsumi). They’re there for every step. They make sure you’re eating all the right foods and you’re not over working yourself. They don’t let you travel alone for anything. Natsue and Katsumi constantly rub you so you’re not sore anywhere. Doppo makes you exercise to make the birthing process easier too
And when the little bundle of joy comes, they’re trying to shove Katsumi out of the way to hold the baby. They’re so so happy to be grandparents. They’re telling you and Katsumi how they will be there for every step in this baby’s life
They’re overly doting and will spoil your child (or children) endlessly. Doppo starts teaching your child karate once they can walk. He said it’s good for their motor skills (he just wants quality pappy time).
Natsue makes your baby all kinds of meals. She’s a wonderful grandmother who occasionally pinches the baby’s chubby cheeks. She also takes pictures of them doing just about anything. She loves being a grandma
Doppo takes your kid on trips with him once they’re old enough. He enjoys hiking to train and he takes the kid with him. He really loves that your kid enjoys Karate. It’s going to be a family tradition from now on
Doppo would beat the crap out of little snot nosed kids if they were mean to your kid. He’s one tough grandpa
Katsumi will also pressure you for more kids. He wants a big family due to his past of a broken home. Natsue and Doppo have given him so much… so why shouldn’t he give them as many grandkids as he can? (Get your tubes tied asap)
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vodika-vibes · 1 month
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The Seer
Summary: With the Fall of the Republic, and the destruction of the Jedi, your specific talents have made you a target. Luckily for you, with the right ambience, you can make even the most determined Inquisitor think that you’re a fraud. Unluckily for you, your fraud has caught the attention of some very dangerous spirits, and they will stop at nothing to see you punished.
Pairing: Future TBB Hunter x F!Reader
Word Count: 1743
Warnings: Mentions of Order 66, Reader is literally haunted
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @clonethirstingisreal (since you like hunter ^-^)
A/N: I had an idea, so I decided to run with it. (My husband and friends are making onigiri for dinner with pork and I'm already sick so I'm not having dinner, I guess)
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One year ago today, you were a Jedi.
Well, okay, you were a Jedi Padawan who had been sentenced to a year in the EduCorps due to something that you may, or may not, have done.
It had been a slog. So many books, so many papers, so many people lording their intelligence over you simply because they were assigned to the “smart” corps.
You hated it at the time, and even now, a year later, the memory is still enough to make you grumbly. Just, not as much as you used to be.
It’s hard to hate people who were wiped out to the last, after all.  
Sometimes, late at night, you wonder how different things would have been if your nightmares and visions had been taken seriously. Would the Order have survived the Purge? Would the Clones have not turned on them? Would the Council have foreseen the betrayal?
And, like, sure. You know that visions don’t always come true. And you know that sometimes, in the process of trying to make something not come true you can make it happen faster. But! You’d been having the same nightmare since the start of the war.
Surely that had to have meant something?!
Your Master…disagreed.
He disagreed with you about a lot of things.
Not that he’s around to disagree with you on things anymore. He died in the purge…just like everyone else.
You only survived because the night before the purge, the Force practically screamed a warning for you to move, to go, and to never look back. And so you did.
You heard about the Purge 16 hours after it happened. And ever since that moment, you’ve been running.
Bouncing from planet to planet, jumping from job to job, trying to stay one step ahead of the Inquisitors and the Imperial soldiers who would absolutely execute you if they caught you.
That was until you, while working an odd job for a pirate, stumbled across a woman being harassed by Imperial Soldiers. She was an odd looking woman, draped in long skirts and long shawls, with large earrings and intricate paint decorating her pale blue skin. 
The woman claimed to be a seer blessed by the spirits, and could foresee the future and allow the Imperials to speak with their deceased family. She waxed poetic about lucky charms and tarot readings, and, to your genuine shock, they left, calling her a lunatic.
You stare at the woman, your jaw dropped, and she winked at you, before she went back to hawking her lucky charms.
It’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. 
Foolishness.
Ridiculous.
And yet…
And yet, if it’s stupid and it works, then is it really stupid?
Two months later, you open a little shop on Pabu, selling lucky charms, tarot readings, and love readings to anyone who wants to pay you. And a lot of people want to pay you.
You clad yourself in long skirts and loose shawls, and you let your hair hang freely around your head, tied out of your eyes by a ribbon that matches your outfit.
And not a single person pegs you as an actual Jedi.
Con-artist and miracle worker, but not Jedi.
It’s not really how you foresaw your life going, but really, being called a  con-artist is better than being a Jedi any day of the week. Especially since Jedi means dead.
And that is how your days go…right up until Phee brought clones to your shop.
You love Phee, absolutely adore her, but the moment you see clones standing in your shop you are wondering how quickly you can kill her and dispose of her body without anyone missing her.
Still, you’re no fool. So you plaster your most vapid smile on your face and swish around them offering free tarot readings since they are friends of Phee.
You are almost offended when the one in glasses tells you that your tarot readings are a load of hogwash.
Almost.
After all, it’s not like you actually believe this nonsense either.
But, since Phee is a friend and she considers the clones her friends, you decide to tolerate them. After all, they seem very reasonable, not at all like the men you had nightmares of for three years.
And slowly, over time, you end up becoming friends with them.
Wrecker is always good for laughs, and he is more than happy to come around and help you move heavy objects. Tech takes one look at your electrical panel and nearly has a heart attack on the spot. In fact, aside from Omega, who thinks you’re a little weird and likes to keep her distance, the only one you don’t spend a large amount of time with is Hunter.
Echo quietly tells you that the incense that you use around your shop, incense you use to keep force spirits from harassing you, gives him a migraine, and you feel guilty enough that you put them away and air out the shop.
Which brings you to today.
Today you’re wearing shorts and a tank top, and you’ve abandoned your mystical look in favor of more practical ‘running for your life’ attire. 
The Empire didn’t find you. No. That would have been easy.
You can kill Imperial Soldiers.
You can’t kill Force Ghosts.
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In your defense, you don’t mean to get Hunter involved.
And you definitely don’t mean to crash into him at full speed. 
Hunter catches you before you hit the ground, which is probably a good thing because running into plastoid armor at full speed is not something that you recommend.
He looks…surprised as he sets you back on your feet.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not wearing miles of fabric.” He says slowly, and then his eyes narrow, “What are you running from?”
“Nothing! Don’t worry about it!” You blurt, your eyes darting one way and then the other. 
He opens his mouth to say something and then he stills, his nostrils flaring, “What is that?”
“What?” you ask, alarmed.
And then the sensation washes over you. Cold, like ice nipping at your fingers and the tip of your nose. Followed by the whispers, barely words, yet radiating malice.
“I…have to go. Now. I have to go now.” You blurt as you try to twist out of his grip, only for Hunter to grab your shoulders and jerk you to the side.
A sensation, like that of a hand grabbing for you, brushes passed your arm, causing an immediate bruise to form on your arm.
Hunter stares at the red bruise on your arm, “Time to go.”
“Yep.” You agree immediately, “Away from people, preferably.”
Hunter takes your hand and starts pulling you away from the spirits…things…that are hunting you. 
Luckily he seems to be able to sense them better than you can.
Half an hour later, you’re on the outskirts of the city and you, who haven't worked out properly since well before the Purge, are panting for air as you run after him.
“What did you do to make invisible enemies? And what are they?” Hunter demands as he jerks you to one side and then twists you so that two different spirits aren’t able to touch you.
“Um…no comment, and I think they’re spirits.”
“Please tell me that’s a joke?”
“Uh…no.”
“You’re telling me that ghosts are real?” Hunter demands as he jumps down into a stream and then lifts you up onto the other ledge.
“Well-”
Hunter just sighs, and drops the subject. He stops for a moment, his hand on your shoulder, and he listens. “Okay, I think we’re safe for now. I can’t hear them.”
You collapse onto a rock with a sigh of relief, “I haven’t run so much in ages,” You mumble. And then you straighten and glance at him, “You know, the spirits are very displeased with you.” You say, “They’re mad that you’re helping me.”
“Yeah?” Hunter scowls, “Feeling’s mutual. Little shits.”
You release a slightly hysterical little laugh, and you clamp your hand over your mouth when Hunter looks at you in concern. “Sorry.” You whisper, and you’re surprised to feel tears on your cheeks. 
He looks deeply, deeply uncomfortable but he still kneels in front of you and places his hand on your shoulder, “You’re doing a great job.” He says, “There’s no need for tears.”
“I don’t even know why I’m crying-”
“It’s a lot, being hunted by things. Especially invisible things.” Hunter says, trying so hard to be gentle with you, and it’s obvious it doesn’t come naturally to him, “Do you have any idea why they’re coming after you?”
“I don’t know if you noticed this,” You say dryly, “But, like, all of the Jedi were killed.”
“...o…kay?”
You sigh and pick up a stick and draw some stick figures on the ground, “Jedi.” You say, and then you draw some more, “Sith.” You draw little angry lines around the sith. “When the Jedi died, the Force made a sharp turn towards the Dark.”
“Meaning-”
“Meaning the galaxy’s gone to shit.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.” Hunter agrees, and then he looks at you, “Follow up question.”
“Hm?”
“How do you know anything about the force?” Hunter asks.
“Uh…”
“Are you a Jedi?”
“...ummm…”
“You are. Why the kriff is a Jedi pretending to be a fake psychic?”
“Oh, come on. Because everyone knows that I’m a fake psychic.” You roll your eyes, “You know,” You adopt the wispy voice you use when you’re working, “If you make a healthy change then your soulmate will appear-”
“...you’re conning the Empire.” He says slowly.
“Better a con-artist than dead.” You point out logically.
“You’re not wrong, but I can’t believe that that works.”
“They’re not very smart, and they have a specific mental image as to what Jedi look like, so-”
“Huh…You know, I thought Jedi were supposed to be in better shape.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know that I have been pretending to be a fake psychic for the last year and the year before that I was…not at the temple.”
“Where were you?”
“I was at the EdiCorps Campus. As punishment. For punching a racist senator.”
Hunter smirks, “That right?”
You open your mouth to reply but then both of your heads snap to the side, “They found us.” You say as you scramble to your feet.
“So it seems.” He grabs your hand and tugs you, “Time to run.”
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stealingyourbones · 1 year
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I don’t really know if this is a prompt or whatever, but worth considering:
Phantom is likely seen as a very old being due to time travel shenanigans, but in the present day, he has a tendency to mention family members, especially “his sister” in the present tense. This doesn’t happen often, especially not around established heroes, but when he does let it slip around a member of the Justice League (be they friend or foe at this point, who knows), it sends them on a wild goose chase to find Phantom’s sister and determine her abilities. This goes one of two ways, because it could theoretically lead back to two different people.
Maybe it goes the easier way, and a JL member ends up stumbling across Dani on her travels. She’s got a very similar power set but is more of a free spirit (pun intended), so it’d make sense that she’s not tied down to a particular place. Of course, as the sister of a being thousands of years old, she’d be seen as quite old herself, and it’d be very easier for her to kill the illusion in a heartbeat.
However, I think it’d be a lot more intriguing if Danny’s statements somehow led back to Jazz, the towering redhead with superhuman strength (thanks to her liminality), exceptional fighting ability (thanks to martial arts from her mother and swordsmanship lessons from Pandora), and strong sense of justice and wisdom (due to her time spent analyzing the brain and working as part of a vigilante group).
Everything about Jazz would line up perfectly with her being an Amazon, and depending on when Wonder Woman left Themyscira, Jazz could be seen as an Amazon from before Diana’s time, possibly thousands of years old like Phantom.
That, of course, would lead to its own can of worms. How in the world are a long escaped Amazon and one of the leading representatives of the dead related? If they’re a found family, when did they meet? Otherwise, how is a male biologically related to one of the Amazons?
Ironically, Jazz would probably be much better at making herself seem Old than Danny would.
Bonus points if the League actually gets the chance to compare Danny and Jazz side by side. Phantom himself isn’t exactly small, not anymore, but Jasmine towers over him, every inch of seven feet tall. His big sister, indeed.
:0 oh man this is sick. How on earth does Danny's siblings break it to the JL that they aren't immortal? OR
What do they do to keep the misconception going to protect how young Danny truly is?
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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year
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Store Room Sex - Luke Cooper
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Content warning: fingering, sex, public kinda
Word count: 1200
You lasted at Dunder Mifflin Scranton just as long as Luke Cooper did, and it was for the exact same reason.
Luke had been hired by his uncle Michael in hopes it would redeem his family's cut ties, and you were there to start as an assistant the same day. Luke was close to useless, but he was so cute, that you thought you might give it a chance anyway. He seemed dim-witted, aimlessly wondering around the office when he wasn't tending to people's coffees orders - which he always got completely wrong. You'd try and organise it so it wasn't, but Luke enjoyed getting on everyone's bad side - so eventually - you agreed to get up to no good together.
"Luke! Stop!" Luke hiked up your skirt, grabbing onto your ass as you stood in front of the paper shredder, before quickly pulling it down and wondering off down the hallway.
"Y/N! I need you over here for a sec! I forgot the keypad code!" You can hear Luke call out for you, and shrugging your shoulders at Phyllis who now stood behind you - who only narrowed her eyes at you in suspicion - you journeyed down the hall.
"Gotta go," you shot her a smile, before meeting Luke around the corner.
“I’ve already told you the code like 10-” you’re interrupted as Luke’s lips come crashing down on your own. Taken back, but only slightly, it takes you another moment before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer. You and Luke have been having casual sex in the office since you were both employed there, with gave you both something to help the day go by faster. Luke’s hand was back under your skirt, cupping and squeezing the bare skin of your ass. You were almost prepared for him to take you right there and then until you realised you were still in the hallway. Pulling away, you dot in the code on the keypad for the store room, having to do it twice due to Luke’s insistent kissing and sucking on the crook of your neck.
“Luke! Come on,” you pull him inside the store room by the wrist, backing him up against the closed door before connecting your lips in another heated kiss. His hands return to your ass, before sliding into the waistband of your thong and tugging them down your legs. You step out of them once they fell to the floor, and work at the zipper of Luke’s work pants next. He moans into your mouth, forcing his tongue into it to massage yours. He backs you up, as you beginning palming him through his boxers, until your back hits the ledge of a table. He breaks the kiss for a moment, lifting you so you can sit on it.
“We have to be quick Luke,” you tell him, as he salivates his fingers and brings them down to your pulsing heat. Nothing was more exciting than fucking during work, where no one knew what was happening just in the next room. Luke let out another subtle moan as he pushes two of his fingers knuckle-deep into your entrance, marvelling at your tightness and the slickness that had already built. Your head rolled back to lean against the wall behind you as your eyes squeezed shut, savouring the feeling of Luke’s digits thrusting in and out of you.
“Fuck- I need to fuck you right now,” Luke muttered, finally pulling his throbbing erection from the confines of his boxers and positioning his tip at your entrance. Your fingernails clawed into the skin on the nape of his neck, pulling at the ringlet curls at his hairline, as he lifted one of your legs up and over his shoulder. The initial thrust was deep, and it sent both of you into a dreamlike state, your walls blissfully being stretched out by Luke’s thick cock. This warm, tingling feeling burst at the low of your stomach just as a loud moan escaped your lips. Shocked by your sudden outburst, you covered your mouth with your own hand in the hopes it wouldn’t happen again - you couldn’t have anyone else coming in here.
“Wouldn’t it be so much better if they could hear how much fun we’re having?” Luke smiles at you, removing your hand from around your mouth, cupping your chin with his fingers and sliding his thumb over your tongue. His other hand was forcing your hips down against the table, as he continued to ram his cock inside you. You looked into his hazy eyes as his pupils grew, sucking on his thumb seductively, twirling your tongue around it.
His face screwed in pleasure as he let out a low moan, taking the thumb from your mouth and positioning it over your clit. Luke was close, he could feel the telltale twist in his groin that he was going to cum, but he was going to make you cum first.
The table repetitively hit the wall as you let out a small whimper, before whispering to Luke that you were going to cum. His thumb sped up pace, his thrusts sustaining their steady, deep rhythm, sending you over the edge.
“Shit, fuck, oh fuck,” Luke could feel his own release come just after he felt you deliciously pulse around him indicating your own orgasm. Luke fucked you in overdrive, as he released his load inside you, coating your walls with his seed.
“Luke! Y/N! Come out right now!”
Michael’s voice boomed through the door, as his fists left pounding knocks against its surface. Like looked at you with wide eyes, before pulling out and tucking himself away.
“Now!” Michael was adamant to see what the two of you were doing, hiding away in the store room. You adjusted your skirt, forgetting your thong entirely as you fixed your hair.
“Do I look like I’ve just been fucked?” You whisper to Luke, grabbing onto his arm as he looks over you. He lets out a short laugh and nods his head.
“Who gives a fuck, I hate working here with my uncle anyway,” Luke doesn’t waste another moment before pushing open the door, leaving you both exposed to Michael’s wrath. He cocks an eyebrow at the two of you, dishevelled and with red, swollen lips - there was even a hickey on your neck that you didn’t know about.
“Get out,” Is all he says, pointing in the direction of the exit. You can’t even look Michael in the eye as you push passed him, this was the most mortifying thing that you’d ever experienced. Luke didn’t seem to care, giving Michael a hard pat on the shoulder, but Michael just shakes his head in disbelief.
Phyllis stops you in the hallway on your way out, smirking at how red your face was.
“I’ve been hearing you two all week, I didn’t rat you out,” she drones, offering you both a smile before she returns to her desk.
“Fucks sake, we’ve been here a week Luke,” you groan, as he slides his hand into yours in the parking lot.
“Fuck it,” he shrugs his shoulders, “coffee monkey is done!”
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general-cyno · 1 month
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I sort of rambled about this in the tags of a post, but I wanted to make a proper one myself since I find it very fascinating (law backstory flashback you will always be famous). so one of my favorite scenes is this one:
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it is a very meaningful moment for these two, a very clear turning point to their dynamic at that time, and it's made even clearer by how law starts referring to rocinante as cora-san afterwards.
now, there are several instances throughout dressrosa arc where the similarities between doflamingo and law are mentioned, with the former going as far as to call them both birds of a feather. and as it's shown in the flashbacks, reading about flevance was enough to trigger doflamingo's traumatizing memories of his and rocinante's childhood, which seems to motivate him to bring law into the family. the way law seeks to lash out at everything then is reminiscent of doflamingo's own worldview and experiences, at least from his pov:
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rocinante noticed those similarities as well and though he tried to (questionably) discourage all kids from joining the DQ pirates by scaring them away, law's case in particular prompted him to bring up the topic with sengoku at some point, as seen during sengoku's conversation with law.
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sengoku repeats what everyone says about the amber lead disease, that it's incurable, and warns rocinante not to favor law much for it could jeopardize his mission. whether rocinante's agreement here was reluctant or not ig is up to each reader but learning of law's real/full name (his relation to the D clan) reignites his initial worries and some more, considering the historic opposition/threat the D represents wrt celestial dragons and how this could endanger him if doflamingo were to find out.
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so there's even bigger reasons for rocinante to not want law to become doflamingo 2.0. though as he later admits amidst his drunken speech, the will of D no longer matters to him when it comes to saving law, as rocinante's journey to cure his disease ends up making him feel genuine sympathy for law beyond that. he's forced to witness first hand how much discrimination and dehumanization law's subjected to time and time again, because of his disease and ties to flevance. before all this, law's mentioned his imminent death more than a few times and does it after too. and during the first disastrous hospital visit, he tells rocinante: see? I'm not even human anymore!
which brings me to this bit of dialogue:
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for all of law's similarities and/or parallels to doflamingo, it's worth noting that rocinante experienced the same things his brother did and due to his younger age probably understood even less of what was happening or why they were being targeted in the first place. compared to doflamingo, rocinante also has way less dialogue in their backstory but one he does have is this:
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this happens in the part where rocinante, doflamingo and their father are strung up on a wall and shot at with arrows. the villagers all express their anger, grief, the violence and suffering they've gone through because of celestial dragons like the donquixotes. albeit different in nature, along with doflamingo, rocinante experienced a kind of dehumanization as well.
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so, again: for all that law might resemble doflamingo the most, I do wonder... how much of himself did rocinante see in law, though subconsciously? a kid who lost his family, subjected to the kind of violence that led him to resign himself to death (seek it, even) and was treated by others as inhuman because of circumstances out of his control? it might've not been what rocinante believed to be his own motivations to help law, likely never actually saw or realized the similarities they shared, but imo it adds some more depth to his kindness and sympathy towards law.
this also marks a stark difference between the donquixote brothers. whereas doflamingo got caught up in a very vicious cycle (which traces back to the existence of celestial dragons as a whole and was further enabled by others like trebol) that he planned to continue with law, rocinante was able to see past law's rage and acknowledge the pain beneath. after all, rocinante knows too what it's like to be hurt by others who've been terribly hurt first and became someone who wasn't exactly keen on returning the sentiment, unlike doflamingo, regardless of whether it was in his nature to be so or if it's something that was nurtured as he grew up. that's not to say rocinante was an endlessly kind saint (he had his own biased views) or that he wasn't capable of violence (he did beat up all those medical staff and burn down hospitals for example), but those incidents weren't caused by a sense of entitlement on his part or such. he didn't blame law for stabbing him or in general for seeking revenge against the world, ultimately chose to protect and save him instead - which, indeed, changed law's life. as law presently insists, he owes cora not just that very life but his heart as well.
lastly - law himself might not disagree with doflamingo insisting they're of the same sort, but law is also the kid who couldn't fathom leaving his dying little sister behind. who softened and lowered his guard after receiving genuine kindness/love/sympathy for the first time in years. who saved a little mink and risked his own neck later on to save a boy who'd just lost his brother in the worst way possible. who didn't even consider putting his crew in danger when he knew (and expected) he might die and his whole revenge plan against doflamingo was rooted in love and grief to begin with, the same upon which the foundation of his crew was built and is a tribute to. last we saw of him, law orders bepo to go back in winner island because can't leave the crew behind, etc etc, so there's that too. how much of it is law's own nature and personality? how much is due to the impact cora had on him? both? would've doflamingo turned out differently or made different choices if his parents had tried harder to school him out of those CD views or if he'd had more positive influences aside from them, instead of the people he ended up surrounded by? would he have become the same kind of person he is rn no matter what? interesting stuff to think about.
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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER TWELVE
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For once, there isn't any smut....HOWEVER.....
Warnings: mentions of murder, implications of gruesome torture, collection of body parts/organs, secret family history, intentions of murder, restraint, forcefully restraining y/n, some hints of conspiracy, conspiring others to hold a secret, cursing...think that's it. I really do feel bad for y/n in this one….This also isn't proofread....sorry. -___-
Next chapter is series finale! Be ready y’all!
It had been two days since Danny confronted you and the boys, revealing his knowledge of your hidden love affair and unexpected pregnancy. You bit your nails out of anxiety, staring out the window and watched as each drop of rain trails down the glass. You became so overwhelmed and nervous, you feared the worst and furthermore, despite his claims of not informing your mother, you wondered if Danny had divulged the details of what you had been doing with your twin stepbrothers for the last nine months, ever since she and Danny tied the knot. Was it too late to abort everything and start over? You considered restarting the entire avenue of how things came to be, you couldn’t deny that you’ve thought about it, yet the idea of abandoning the two men you had fallen for, regardless that it was forced and the nature of your love was more than likely due to Stolkholm Syndrome, was all unbearable. How could you leave them? Not only did you return their affection, but there was no way the boys would ever let you leave or go in peace. Surely, they would have haunted you and taken drastic measures to bring you back, you’ve already seen a hint of their ugliness with all the training and punishments they pushed on you. Aside from their obsessive nature, you have found yourself unable to imagine a world without them; you needed and depended on them so much for the last six months, how were you able to function without their generous consideration and devotion, especially now that you’ve not only gotten used to it, but embraced it. And then there was the baby…your baby, their baby…no doubt the thing was no bigger than the size of a pea, but the thought of you erasing it from your memory, knowing full well that you would have created something beautiful became ultra devastating. You couldn’t do it, you won’t. 
The only resolution you could accept was that your mother would find out about you and the twins, and that a huge debacle would unravel between you three and the parents, but it was a love worth fighting for. Your rational sense, well, if you can call it rational among everything that’s happened, told you of the legalities in this situation. It wasn’t illegal to have a consensual love affair between three people, minus the fact that no one would ever know that the relationship did not start out that way, but that didn’t matter to you anymore. You became theirs, and they were yours, it didn’t matter if it was all forced through struggles, pain, and a training process; you had already come so far and done so much, there was no looking back. You weren’t related to them, so really, was there anything genuinely wrong with what was going down? Could your mother be at all mad? Disagreeable, perhaps. You’re quite certain that she would have never thought that her daughter would be one to grow and indulge in such a sinful relationship that involved two men, yet it happened. Maybe…just maybe, this would all bend out through argument and tears. Or, it could end in a different way, one that had not crossed your mind…until Heeseung came into the room. 
“Aww, are you crying? What for? I told you everything is going to be fine, come here.” He walks into the room, gently closing the door behind as he smiles gracefully upon seeing the tear stains on your cheeks. He pats on his thigh as most dog owners would do, not that he treated you as one, he just knew that you liked it when he was gentle and soft. Getting up, you walk over and hug him tightly, and he returns the embrace. HIs nose duffles into your thatch of hair and inhales the scent, remarking how lovely you smelled. 
“God I love your scent…I dont think there’s anything in this world that looks or smells as good as you.” 
“W-where’s Heejeong.” 
Heeseungs eyes slowly open as his nose and mouth remain buried into your scalp. A pause of silence fills the air before he finally answers. 
“Heejeong is handling the matter of our parents.”
You look up, breaking the contact of his inhaling act as you look at him somewhat confused. “He’s going to see our parents?” You softly inquired, before continuing on as you watched him stare blankly at you. “Why didn't he take us? What is he going to say?” 
Sighing out, Heeseung grips your waist tightly, his fingers pinching your skin as he answers. “There won’t be much talking, that’s why you're here and' I’m keeping an eye on you.” 
Your eyes widened as you watched the shine of his eye disappear, becoming soulless and empty, matte as black velvet. “N….no…..no…..don’t….Heeseung no!” 
“Shhh…”
Attempting to calm you down, Heeseung restrains your movements as you burst out into sobs and made every effort to break free from his grasp to call Heejeong, how could they do this behind your back and eradicate the situation by doing the unthinkable towards Danny and your mother? 
“No! Not my mother! Heeseung please! Please call him! Please! She wont do anything to us! I promise! Please don’t do anything to her!” 
Your cries fell on deaf ears as Heeseung pins your arms securely to your sides, and brings you down on the floor where he wrapped his lengthy limbs to further secure you. “Shhh its okay baby…I promise everything is going to be okay. We’re going to be free from everyone and we’ll be together forever. The three of us.” 
Screaming, crying, and kicking, you nearly fainted upon feeling the extreme fatigue hit you as you were being forced to remain steady. Doing your best, you fought as hard as you could to break free from his grasp and prevent Heejeong from carrying out a deed that you did not approve of, yet with Heeseung burying his nose back into your head, he continues to inhale your scent, smiling maliciously as he pets your cheek and flawlessly keeps you steady in a trapped embrace, wiping away the fresh tears that spilled on your face. “Shhh, there….that’s a good girl. Be still and quiet, take a nap and I’ll wake you when Heejeong gets back.” 
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Perhaps it was the way his tight hold around your arms and waist suffocated you, or maybe it was the exhaustion taking its effect, whatever it was, it bowed to Heeseung’s command and you undoubtedly felt yourself drifting off into a soundless doze while he hums a fruitful tune, as if he lullabied you to sleep. Within minutes, you were done, but not without the warm streams that coated your cheeks, and the image of your mother’s face being the last thing you think of before it became pitch black under closed eyes. 
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‘And so the young maiden ventures into a world that reeked of death, 
Unknowingly, she strays into a marriage with a bachelor intending to take her last breath. 
Though she may not have strayed in blindly, not knowing of what lies behind Bluebeard's closet, 
The pitiful, curious maiden will unveil the truth behind the rumors of her bethrothe’s torment.’
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Strategically parking the car aways, Heejeong calmly makes his way up the driveway of his father’s estate. Greeted by the familiar faces of his father’s guards and surveillance team, he flawlessly enters without being detected, after all, who would ever have thought that the young man, donning all black, would have any murderous intentions to carry out, especially against his own parents. Never minding the aftermath, he came more than prepared to carry out the deed and to pay off the guardsmen with stock bonds of his father’s corporation. Easily, it was an offer that no man or woman would refuse, especially if it meant they could retire at a prime age to any destination they wanted. The buyout is so generous, it even guaranteed a passport with one way tickets to a place of their choice, all they needed to do was to erase the footage, and speak of his presence and arrival to no one. 
Entering, he is greeted by the still silence that haunts the massive foyer. WIth a light on at a distance, Heejeong walks delicately through the narrow corridors that lead to the main room. The presence of his parents was lacking, yet he saw their vehicles and knew they had to be home. With his arms crossed, he takes a lingering stroll through the massive room, admiring the moon as it lays nudely in the center of the dark blue sky. The light illuminates his silver strands, and tones his olive complexion into a more pale color while the black cap shadows the darkness that lies beneath those matte black eyes. With cargo pants strapped with tactical knives, a kbar at his hip, and a small bundle of five-fifty cord, the image behind those items is hard to swallow for anyone who would be witness to what he intended to do, and yet…
“Are you here for your father?”
Turning around calmly, he stays composed and steady with an emotionless tone in his features. His arms remained crossed, with the sleeves of his black long sleeve rolled up, revealing the strength behind those veins that graced his forearms. 
“I’m actually here for you…and him.” 
He doesn’t make any sudden movements, and his eyes remained hidden under the bill of his hat, yet your mother spoke without any timidness in her voice. It was almost as if…
“I figured…I guess you’re here to talk to us?...Or maybe you’re here for something else…” 
She knew.
“By the sound of your voice, I’m guessing he already told you about his little visit last week?” Heejeong smirks in a condescending manner. Unsheathing the kbar from its leather cover, he flashes the lengthy blade as he taps the flat, shined edge of the knife against his chin. “Well now, since you already know about the baby, and by the sound of your voice it seems like you already know why I’m here.” Taking note of the woman’s lack of expression upon seeing the kbar made it easy to dictate that she knew of his reason for visit, yet the moment he mentioned the pregnancy, he was slightly shocked to find her eyes reacting, though he didn’t show any inclination of his confusion, at least not yet. 
“Y/n is….pregnant?”
“You mean he didn’t tell you? Hmph…fucking aye.”
Your mother shakes her head, looking down at the floor beneath her swarovski shoes. Her brows furrowed as tears began to welp up in the ducts of her eyes. 
“You don’t really need to cry, for you, I’ll make it quick.” Heejeong scoffs as he adjusts his grip, equipping the kbar for its intended use. 
“I’m not crying because I’m afraid of what you will do…Heejeong…” 
He had to be quite honest with himself, he was somewhat stunned at hearing her words, yet, the moment she appeared in the room, her reaction was anything but normal. She had already seemed to be aware of why he was here, and she didn’t seem to be so concerned about seeing the young man before her, dressed all in black while holding a large knife, seemingly flaring off a subtle threat, yet her tears weren’t because of that? 
“So enlighten me, why are you crying? Is it because you’re going to miss your daughter? Don’t worry, she’s with me and Heeseung, and we will take good care of her.” 
Your mother lifts her head and gives a chuckle that further confuses the man, it was a scoffing sense of laughter that only lasted for a split second before the look of fear and sadness drowned her face once more. “I know she has you both…I saw it in your…and Heeseung’s eyes the moment you both first met her….I saw the way you both looked at my daughter.” 
Furrowing his brows, Heejeong blinked before adjusting the expression to a more ruthless countenance. “Wait…so you’re telling me you know?” 
“Ha…Heejeong…a woman my age…I can tell when a man is smitten by love and obsession…let alone two.” 
The air fell silent and Heejeong merely stared at her, squinting his eyes with a fierce look, demanding an explanation. 
“I also knew…that my daughter probably didn’t have a choice when she moved in with you and your brother…am I correct on that?” 
Shifting his gaze on the marble tile, he emits small nods before giving off another malicious smirk her way. “Does that bother you? I can assure you, it was all done with good intentions. I love that girl, and so does Heeseung. We both cherish her, protect her, and have both become the father of the baby she carries. We are family, and all she will ever need is us.” Slowly, he takes his steps forward, closing in on the woman, yet came to a breaching halt the moment she spoke up, with a different kind of smile on her face. 
“I know…and I hope that you know how glad I am to hear it…especially when you say the word ‘protect’.” 
Furrowing his brows once more, Heejeong’s combat boots scuffs the tile as he abruptly stops mid way. “What the fuck is your deal? You knew about us practically kidnapping her, restraining her and holding her damn near hostage, the only thing you didn’t know about was the pregnancy yet…you don't seem to be bothered by that. What? Are you merely being supportive to save your own life? Or are you just a freak with a kink…that can understand the type of love we have for y/n?” 
Your mother sobs out, a burst of tears break free yet she laughs laconically, it almost appeared as if she went insane for a second. “Yes! Yes I understand that love you have for her and if the circumstances were different…maybe I wouldn’t have approved but the fact of the matter is…Heejeong…I need you and Heeseong to never leave my daughter. I need you both to keep her and take her far away from this place, as far as possible. I can’t tell you how delighted I was to hear when she ‘moved’ in with you both…yet I wasn’t as happy when I heard about what happened to Jeff…after hearing from her about all those terrible things he used to say…” 
Heejeong was beyond all lost. Was she truly just like them? Or was there something that she wasn’t telling, that caused this encouragement to dispel from her? She wasn’t at all concerned about you being with the twins, it seemed like she was concerned about something else. Heejeong was smart enough to sense that, yet he was having a hard time in fully cracking the code. “So…what you’re saying is…you’re okay with me and Heeseung being with y/n, despite the fact that you pretty much guessed…correctly I might add…that we are beyond in love with her…but have also tortured others and brutally killed for that love?” Raising a brow, Heejeong flashes the blade as he takes a couple more steps forward. “Don’t lie to me and try to save yourself now, that’s not going to end well. Nobody…and I mean nobody…is going to take Y/n away from us. Not you, your family, or my father.” 
Your mother breaks down once again, her knees meet the cold tile as she buries her face into her palms, kneeling before the man as she eludes a mixture of sobs and laughter. “Good…good…never….never break that promise….” 
Looking up, she notes the extreme confusion on the man’s face. Before he could say anything, she beat him to the punch. “Heejeong…I have to show you something…”
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‘Before emitting his travels, where he would be gone till morning, 
Bluebeard gives the young maiden a single word of warning. 
“Stay away and do not open this door.” he tells her forcefully, 
Yet the maiden emits a false promise, her curiosity grows shamefully. 
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Leading him to the study room, one that was grand and expelled the unique language of luxury, your mother maneuvers a hack, debunking the security system as she inputs the secret code that she found out during her stay in the mansion. 
“No one must know what I’m about to show you…” Looking back at Heejeong for reassurance, she receives it in a single nod as he huffs out a prolonged sigh, expressing a sense of irritation from whatever it was the woman was harboring in secret. “Just hurry up and show me already. If if you keep draggin this further I’m going to make it more painful than you will like…trust me. I have a dark side.” 
“One that was developed after meeting my daughter, I’m assuming?” with a snappy response, your mother looked back at Heejeong with a raised brow. “Trust me…you need to know the truth.” 
“The truth about what, woman?” Heejeong grows tired of your mother taking far too long in opening the door, after the security system accepts the code, Heejeong shoves your mother aside as he pushes the door wide open. “Okay, what is it?” 
Your mother makes her way toward the massive line of wall closets, each door in fine mahogany wood under protected lacquer gel paint. The golden brass handles were slim, yet elegantly decorated with engravings of peacock feathers. “Here…” Opening one of the skinny doors, she leaves it wide open for Heejeong to closely inspect. From afar, he could see the plastering of polaroid photos that were pinned on the inside of the door, with delicate crystal jars and lids, neatly organized on the shelves. “So…you wanted to show me my father’s locker?” 
Nodding her head, your mother encourages him to come closer. “Take a closer look…” 
Giving a harsh side eye, Heejeong glares at the woman before fully making his way in front of the locker’s interior…and there… 
“What….is this?....What the fuck is this?” 
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‘With the young maiden’s curiosity at its peak, 
She takes the golden key and inserts it without taking a second blink. 
Upon opening the closet door, there she stood in gruesome horror as she looks,  
The bodies of Bluebeard's missing wives, all hanging, bloodied and butchered on steel hooks. 
Quickly, she closes the door, and removes the key from the lock,  
Only to find that the blood red dye on the golden metal became her doomsday clock. 
Permanently remaining, no matter how much she scrubbed and soaked, 
Unfolding her lack of honesty, this was the trickery under Bluebeard's cloak.’
………………………
“This….is your father’s work.”  Your mother solemnly tells him, cradling her own arms, she issues fresh tears of sympathy as Heejeong takes in the note of her words, and recognizes the photos of the various young women. “Aren’t these the girls from the news? The ones that have been missing?” 
Shaking her head, your mother clarifies. “Not missing…not anymore. A lot of them had been found…in pieces and without a single breath in their body. The ones that the police haven’t found…trust me…they’re out there in ruin…your father is a monster.” 
Trailing his sight down, one particular photo catches his eye. “What is my mother’s picture doing here?” Taking the polaroid, he shifts a demanding glare over to her as he pinches the photo of his mother, with him and Heeseung as children by her side. Your mother quietly sobs. “Heejeong…I am so…so sorry….for you and your brother.” 
Heejeong’s heart skips a beat. He crumbles the photo in hand, though he instantly regrets it as the lone surviving memory of his mother crinkles in his palm. He didn’t need, nor did he want for her to clarify. He wouldn’t have been able to swallow it down had he heard it. He already knew what this had meant, all those times when he and Heeseung constantly questioned their father or their mother’s whereabouts, only to be told that she left due to the constant arguing and bickering. For years, he and his brother had thought their father drove their mother away, with his constant philandering habits with the younger women, and his abusive authority, it had only made sense that she would leave…yet the one thing he could never make sense out of, was why she had left without saying anything to him or his brother? Why did she never come back to see them? 
“She never left…at least…not by her choice….” 
Your mother’s words shatters Heejeong’s state of mind, as the anger drives up from his chest and into his brain. Gulping a hard swallow, he couldn’t even find it within himself to grow teary eyed, the rage took over and prevented him from feeling anything else. Lifting his sights, he inadvertently takes in a close sight of what was contained within those crystal jars. The delicate grooves of the container's decoration obscured the details, yet it wasn’t hard for him to see that within those fine jars, were ‘tokens’ of his father’s victims. Fingers, hands, eyeballs, hair, and even internal organs. Everything was sickening, even for someone like him. Sure, he and Heeseung were murderers, technically, yet they only did what they deemed necessary in order for them to keep you. No one was going to separate you three, and they were willing to do anything to keep it that way. But never in a million years would they resort to murder out of pure pleasure, unless it was for your safety and comfort, despite you not seeing it that way. 
As heartless it may have sounded, Heejeong cared less about the murdered women, so long as you were not a part of that list. He was not at all thrilled about finding out his own mother was a part of that statistic, yet she was no more than a distant memory, you were the only thing he and his brother cared about now, however, it went without saying that his father’s actions against his beloved mother deserved only one punishment that he deemed worthy, death. 
“So how long have you known this about my father?” Heejeong coldly states as he stares at the jars before him, even taking a moment to delicately remove one of the lids, only to gently shut it back up once the pungent scent of formaldehyde kicked in. 
“...It was before the wedding…”
Heejeong’s eyes grew wide as he tilted his head. “You knew for that long and didn’t say anything?” Clenching his teeth, he grew furious as the concept of your mother keeping the truth of his mother a secret for so long enraged him more, yet what made him even more angry was the fact that she knew, and yet never said anything, knowing full well that you could have been a potential victim, considering you were a young woman, pretty, and too gentle nature for your own good, much like all the victims that were targeted. 
“Did you ever consider that y/n would be at risk? Look at these women! Y/n is ten times the woman than any of these girls…and you not only kept silent, but married him? I should fucking kill you right now.” Shooting his hand forward, he grips your mother’s neck as he shoves her against the wall. “I’ll fucking slit your throat, cut you to pieces and place you in jars for him to come home to.” 
“I….it was for y/n’s safety that I married your father.” 
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Confused, yet still enraged, Heejeong’s grip tightens as he chokes your mother out, before releasing and allowing her to catch her breath. “Fucking explain and get to the damn point.” 
“Y…your father…” coughing, your mother chokes up as she quietly sobs in between her words. “Your father admitted….shortly after meeting him….when I met him at the event….I wasn’t alone. I was with my nieces…y/n’s cousins….he was…he was going after them. So he came and greeted us….he was going to eventually get their information and over time….they would have ended up just like these girls….but….but….” her eyes welded up as she sobbed hysterically. “He saw y/n’s photo on my phone screensaver….he saw her and immediately dropped everything….once he found out that she was my daughter….he pretended to love me….he asked me to marry him…and I accepted…but then….one night…..” your mother’s sobs calmed down, as she kneels back down on to the floor, barely able to function as she recollects the discovery of Danny’s unusually gruesome habit. 
“One night…he came home…bloodied and just….I could see it wasn't him bleeding…he was covered in some else's blood…he didn’t know I was awake….so when I saw him….he just laughed…..and he told me…..he….he told me…..”
……………….
“Well…since we’re having a moment of honesty, I think it’s appropriate for you to know that I am only marrying you to get closer to y/n….she is so lovely. Oh but don’t worry, she won’t be added to the jars like the rest of them…no…she’s far too beautiful for that. I am going to marry her. Now, if you want to live, I have no intention of wasting my time or my shiny tools on you, but I will…if I have to….if you want to live…and if you want your daughter to keep living, then I suggest you stay silent. After some time, we’ll get a quickie divorce, you go away and I will marry y/n. During the meantime, you will convince her to agree to the marriage, just….tell her how good in bed I am, that should help out. Right?” 
……………….
Danny’s laughter following his tasteless joke was all your mother could remember. She explained to Heejeong, that she had been secretly trying to find a way to escape, along with Y/n, away from Danny. Yet there was no plan that was sound enough for her to carry out….until. 
“When you both met y/n….and I saw the look of obsession that overtook you both during dinner that night…I knew…I knew that was y/n’s way out of this….you two are what was going to protect her….while I find a way out. I-I….I could never let him have y/n…I feigned loyalty to him all for the sake of keeping him from doing anything behind my back. So yes…I stayed silent and acted the part….but by doing so, I bought you both time to take her…bring her to your home….love her…impregnate her…and now…I am buying you time to take her away and do what you need to do with Danny.” 
Shutting his eyelids halfway, Heejeong gives a seldom glare as your mother grovels at his feet. “Please…please take her away. I don’t care if you take her away from me, just please….keep her safe…keep her away from Danny…do what you have to do….Heejeong…don’t let that man near her!” 
“Where is my father?” Heejeong calmly states as it dawned on him that Danny had been absent the entire night. 
“He went on a trip over night….he comes back tomorrow morning. He….I think he went to find a clinic….at first I didn’t know what it was for but….when you said earlier that y/n was pregnant….I think he is finding a way to get her institutionalized….so he can keep her away from you two.” 
Turning his head once more, he stares at the crystal jars before kneeling down on one knee. Sheathing his kbar, an eerie smirk develops, one that he displayed before he did away with Jeff. 
“Well, I suggest that you pack your bags and leave town…leave the country even.”  
Standing back up, with no sense of sympathy in his expression or tone, Heejeong takes his phone out, and hands it to your mother. Looking at the screen, she shifts a wide eye stare back to Heejeong after noticing that his banking app was open. 
“Put your account information in there, and type in a number. I don’t care what or how high, type in any number you want with as many zeroes you can fit in. Once it transfers to your account, get your stuff and leave.” 
Your mother graciously holds the phone in both palms, yet refrains from typing anything in. “If…if I leave…wiill…will I ever get to see y/n again?”
Crossing his arms, Heejeong’s lids grow heavier. “Why would you? She has me and Heeseung, she doesn’t need you. We are all she’ll ever have and need, mother or not, if I were you….I’d stay away. I’m not going to show you the same clemency as tonight…you come near her, I’ll finish what I came to do.” 
Your mother flared a saddened smile, before handing the phone back. “I don’t need your money. Danny left his safe open, he never worried about me taking anything and leaving because he knew that with y/n here, I was forced to be trapped and play along. But now that you know the truth…I don’t need to play anymore….will I?
…………………………
“Fearing for her life, the young maiden sends one of the servants away with a horse and message in hand. 
“Fetch my brothers! Tell them what is bound to happen to me, for they love me more than any man can!”
Desperate, the young maiden waits, not knowing if she will remain living come morning. 
Bluebeard makes his way back home, where the young maiden awaits, each hour nearing his foreboding. “
Authors notes: the motha-f*cking plot twist!!!
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kimbap-r0ll · 7 months
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Thought up another one!
this one is illumi,
illumi realizing he’s in love but there is internal conflict within himself not just due to his family but his own emotions and thought if he can even bring balances / if he was what you want. A lil Angst and comfort? You can change it around and everything if ya want I don’t mind. I just like givin prompts lol. And if you’ve done illumi for a similar request or exact same can you do meruem , shalnark or Franklin if you write any of them.
Ooh, I have no idea if I had a similar request because I wrote so much and forgot to update my masterlist haha! However, I'll just write some for all of the characters because why not. Thank you for the request!
Illumi, Shalnark, Franklin, Meruem — Internal Conflict about love
Illumi
Unless you were arranged to marry him, he will be in a serious conflict with himself. Sure, the Zoldycks need a good heir, but Illumi knows himself that he's not meant for the title of Zoldyck head. Because of this, he probably has a bad thought that he shouldn't have interest in a love interest or *gasp* marriage. However, here he is wondering why his heart beats when you talk to him, why he can't see you getting hurt (unless it's training but :/)
I feel like, in a horrible sense, his first instinct is to try and kill you. If you're gone that means he won't have to go through the hurdles he has every night thinking about you. But he can't bring himself to do it. If it gets to the point he can't bear it, he might go through with it
He won't dare bring it up to his mother or father, but if his grandfather realize something's up he might have to talk to him. Zeno is definitely the more chill guy in the family, which means Illumi might be able to convince you to join the Zoldycks if you weren't invited already. The hardest obstacle would be Kikyo, but that's for later
Overall I feel like you would be able to see the internal conflict more than he would like to admit. He's staring at you for really long (concerningly long) times, he talks to you even harsher than before, etc. If you want to live, either cut ties with him or try to convince him love isn't a bad thing
Shalnark
I feel like he doesn't actually mind love that much, he just gets conflicted if you're a civilian or if you're someone he targeted originally. Think enemies to lovers
He would also try to murder you :/ but he might consult Chrollo first. Shalnark will never tell anyone about his crush, especially Feitan or Phinks. However, Chrollo is a mediator for the team and ultimately the only person in the troupe that probably knows what romance is (but it's only from books haha). This means you might be saved by Chrollo's recommendation to Shalnark that love isn't bad
Shalnark will be frank with you on his occupation as a world-renowned criminal. He doesn't want you to fall in love with someone who isn't him, and he wants to give you one more chance before he wants you to be his. If you leave, that means he'll just go on with his daily life. However, if you decide to stay, he might force you to move to Meteor City for "your safety"
You'll not be able to tell he's conflicted because of how he's just so good at hiding emotions. He's smiling, laughing as he usually does. However, something's off. You can tell he's watching you more intently than before while you're back is turned, almost like he's debating throwing a needle in your head.
Franklin
He's honestly also super chill about love, like it's hard to find him conflicted. However, the only time he would be conflicted would be if he found out you're just a regular civilian who could be subject to unneeded visitors from the Hunter Association or the mafia. He doesn't want to see you get hurt
Won't resort to violence! He'll sit down and talk to himself before talking to Chrollo about the matter. Similar to Shalnark's logic, Chrollo's the counselor and leader of the team. He wants to know if he should tell you about his feelings or if it's better for your well-being to not say anything.
Franklin eventually tells you. He tells you in a secluded and quiet environment just what he really does. He tells you he understands if you disagree with him, if you want to run away and tell the police (though this means he might have to resort to violence), but in the end he wants you to be safe. If you leave, that'll be the end of you two's relationship. If you stay, he'll be grateful and tell you he'll always make sure you're safe.
You could probably tell he liked you and had this internal conflict. He started to blush more and he would be quiet around you more than he did before. If you ask him before his big reveal, he'll originally deny these feelings
Meruem
Assuming you're Komugi, he goes through the entire Chimera Ant Arc and doesn't tell you until you two are literally dying :/
However! If you aren't the gungi genius then how this starts might've been similar. Meruem might've had you explain some human concepts to him or maybe he kept you around because it seemed like you had potential for something the ants would need. Nonetheless, his feelings were pure accident.
This leads to him having a conflict that all the rest of the royal guards can see. Pitou won't really mind the king's sudden interest in you, though Pitou might feel it's a little strange how such a weak person like you stayed alive for more than a few hours next to Meruem. Then there's Youpi, who could care less about who the king likes. This guy thinks as long as you aren't a threat to the king's power, no worries. The issue is Pouf. He'll try to convince Meruem you're worthless and whenever Meruem goes through the "should-I-kill-y/n" Pouf will advocate for your death :/. Meruem finds himself never following through this though, so at some point he just stops asking out loud
You will see the conflict in real time, also hear from him about his emotions. He doesn't actually tell you he loves you since he doesn't really know what "love" means. He'll tell you what he's feeling, and then tell you with no corners cut that sometimes he feels like he should kill you (seriously what is with these ants). Give him some time, he'll learn eventually that he's going through a crush and nothing that will kill him (until Netero happens but -_-)
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sailforvalinor · 7 months
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Am I the only one not surprised that Sabine gave up the map? Like, I’m genuinely surprised at how many people are angry at her about this, because it was the most in-character decision she’s made in the show.
Let me break it down real quick. There was a throwaway line earlier in the episode referencing the fact that Sabine’s family died in the Purge of Mandalore—that being her father, mother, and younger brother. In Rebels, Sabine had been rejected by her family (as a young teenager, mind you) because she had left the Imperial Academy after having a crisis of morality (involving her creating a superweapon that could destroy Beskar). She’s feels very betrayed by them, so much so that she doesn’t talk about them for the first two seasons, and doesn’t reconcile with them until season 3. And then a few years later, they die.
Meanwhile, while she was on her own, she was taken in by the Ghost Crew, which Rebels is pretty dang explicit about being her adopted family. They were there for her when no one else was, they took her in, kept her safe, and supported her through everything, even reconciling with her blood family. But now they’re all gone. Kanan’s dead. Ezra’s missing. Zeb’s flying for the New Republic, who we know is shorthanded right now. Hera is a New Republic general, and of course has Jacen and Chopper with her, and from what Sabine understands at the time, is too tied down in rules and regulations to help her find Ezra. Sabine thought she had Ahsoka, but (for reasons we’re as of yet unaware of) she deliberately walked away from her.
Sabine quite literally has no one, her family is gone, and family is everything to her. She’s holed herself up in Ezra’s abandoned tower—somewhere she never even visited in Rebels, by the way—because it’s the closest she can feel to them. This poor girl is looking for any scraps of family she can find.
In that moment, everyone who ever cared about Sabine had either died, or left her. But there was one person left who she knew cared about her, who cared so much that he gave everything, and, unlike the others, was only kept from her due physical impossibility. Is it any wonder she gave in?
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sandmanalone · 6 days
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So I just finished season 4 of Star Trek Discovery and I cried like 5 times lol (in a good way). Then I watched the trailer for season 5, which will be coming out next month, and made the mistake of looking at the comments.
I know this show gets a lot of people grouchy in a "oh it's so different, I miss when Star Trek was Star Trek >:(" kind of way, and I get some of that (especially with the first season) but honestly? It's such a solid show. Like, tied with Strange New Worlds in my list of favorites at this point.
Is it different from the older shows? Yes. It definitely has a different tone and is overall less campy. It's very earnest, and can be intense at times with how high the stakes are each season. But some of the difference I think is due to the way TV in general has changed. When you're trying to tell a complex continuous story over the course of a single season, only getting 12 or 13 episodes at *most* leaves much less time for holodeck-hijinks type episodes. And I understand people missing that! Discovery isn't everyone's cup of tea. But in my opinion at its heart Discovery still has all the things that make Star Trek good: Scientific mysteries. Awe and wonder at the unknown. Ethical dilemmas. Found family. Queerness. Diplomacy!
I know with long-running franchises like this there are always gonna be people who are just mad that the show isn't more of the exact same stuff they're familiar with, and I know those kinds of people already have their minds made up.
But I guess what I'm trying to say is: if you've been debating giving Discovery a try, or tried it but gave up after the first season, I would encourage you to give it another chance. Even with all it's flaws, there's so much to love about it.
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i always love your responses because i think you do such a good job explaining things (even though some of it is just common sense)... so i was wondering if you could read this meta? i've come across this sort of idea about sansa before in their circles, but this is the first time that i've seen them try to argue that she is somehow inherently unloveable *rolls eyes*
-Something I find really interesting is that for all Sansa craves admiration and “love” from others, she’s not especially good at making friends or inspiring supporters. When people do decide to support or “befriend” her in the story, it is always with ulterior motives—almost all of which serve themselves. This includes characters like the Hound, whose connection to Sansa is built off his own ideology concerning knighthood and gender in their social system.
Her inability to create that support system is partially due to her environments: King’s Landing and the Vale, neither of which are necessarily forgiving places. However, despite her hostage status and shamed House, Sansa is still a valuable person to befriend, even if only for ladies. She’s pretty, performs her ladyhood well, has a famous bloodline, and is tied to the very wealthy ruling family. What’s more, she’s obviously mistreated (for a portion of her time in the capital) and without much actual power. If anything, she should garner sympathy friendships, but with everything else in mind, she should attract at least some love, some support that isn’t totally disingenuous or self-serving, however minuscule. And yet even that eludes her for some reason.
The way similar characters—her siblings particularly—so easily find friends and supporters throughout the books really draws Sansa’s lack of them to the forefront. Jon, for example, finds friends in both the Night’s Watch and amongst the wildlings. Bran forms close friendships with Jojen and Meera. Arya literally makes friends in nearly every place she goes, be they high- or lowborn. Daenerys finds companions in her ladies and Missandei and gathers loyal supporters in people like Ser Barristan. Even Catelyn as Lady Stoneheart earns the support of the Brotherhood. Granted, many of these supporters operate in their devotion to specific Houses, but they’re not doing it to serve their own wants and desires, which is a stark contrast to those “supporters” who surround Sansa at various times.
All in all, I’m intrigued at the way Sansa’s desire for love—genuine or affected—evades her while many of her contemporaries, misfits and traditional characters alike, garner it quite easily. Aside from her environments, what is it about her specifically that seems to repel genuine relationships? And what does this persistent inability to gather loyal friends, companions, and supporters indicate about her future role, if there is one?-
if you can probably tell its written by an arya stan
I laughed. 😂 Anything to cling to the idea of queen Arya - or rather not!queen Sansa.
As if being a hostage of the royal family in the royal palace in the royal capital, surrounded by enemies and spies is not the entire reason Sansa is isolated. Do they even consider how much more risk is involved in even casually approaching her, than there is for anyone having a chat with "Arry" or "Nan" or "Cat"? There is nothing "partially" about it. She is a well-guarded hostage and no one safe and well-intentioned enters the perimeter of her prison, end of.
Once Sansa is in the Vale, she is still more difficult to approach by anyone than a "simple" lowborn girl, as the bastard daughter of Littlefinger (soon Lord Protector) - who takes pains to control who she interacts with and how. And still she begins to form tentative bonds to the people around her - mindful to keep her emotional distance to a degree after what happened with Margaery and Dontos.
Which highlights another crucial aspect. Arya's bonds? Generally represent her attachment to others, not the other way around. She declares Hot Pie and Gendry her pack and feels betrayed that they have their own lives and plans, she never asked them if they feel the same way and I doubt it - and yet her bond to Gendry (also on the run, no threat to her!) - is the single most genuine mutual attachment she forms after she becomes a fugitive. Do they think Yoren helped her because she's uniquely worthy and not because she is Ned's daughter? Do they think Jaqen has no ulterior motive? Or Harwin and Beric? They are kind because they can afford to be but their motives are their own ends. Do they think Lady Smallwood would have somehow withheld this same kindness from Sansa? The captain of the Titan's Daughter knows she is connected to the Faceless Men, ffs. And what possible risk is attached to the women of the Happy Port being kind to a beggar girl?
To her vast credit, Arya forms quick and genuine attachments to other people. More so than Sansa, whose situation also doesn't allow for it. But these attachments don't represent a support system and they aren't deep bonds.
This distorted representation of their ability to connect to people certainly doesn't allow for some kind of speculation how Sansa would act and be perceived in a safe environment and or in a role of political leadership.
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BUNNY . . . BUNNY . . . BUNNY . . .
(PLATONIC) GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X CHILD READER.
" Oh, you little bunny, I love you so. Stay with me .Oh, please don't go."
Summary: After being chosen to perform in one of your neighbors, Mr.Tetch's, performances. You find yourself in a new and unfamiliar place. That is, untill you see the face of your neighbor sitting across from you . . .
AN: Reader is on the younger side in this story (about 8-12)
Warning ⚠️: DARK FIC, Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Hynotizing, Child endangerment, Delusional behavior, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Creepy Jervis Tetch, Injuries, Drugging
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Blinking your eyes open, you slowly lifted your head up as the ticking noise in your little ears began to slowly fade away. Your face was hot and sweaty. A feeling of panic washing over you as you find that there was something on your face.
A mask of sorts.
Trying to lift your hands and remov it, you only let out a shocked little cry of pain as you felt your wrists rub against the rough rope which ties each of your arms down tightly into the chair. Looking down, you could see the red marks slightly from underneath the rope.
Where were you? Where were your mom and dad?
" Well, well" Looking up while in an even more panicked state, you saw through the peephole of your mask, a very familiar man across from you. Looking at you with a dark, malicious fondness: A smile on his lips.
Of course.
You remembered now.
You and your family had gone to a small dinner show in your neighborhood where the would be some performances being done. One of those performances being done by your neighbor: Mr.Tetch.
Mr.Tetch was a rather nice man around the neighborhood and you would often see him a lot due to how small the area you lived in was. Alway a gentleman like and fancy.
He would come talk with your parents sometimes outside of the house, giving you a little smile and wave while you nervously gave one in return, clinging to your mother's leg.
It's not like you didn't like Mr.Tetch. You were just shy, that's all.
He even once sent you and your family a few homemade sweets after finding out you had caught a rather nasty cold. Always being warm and welcoming to you and your family, and even soon turning into a good family friend.
That was probably the reason why when you were picked out from the crowd, you felt as though you could trust him. Trust him as he held his silver pocket-watch in front of your face: Swinging it back and forth. Watching as you slipped out of conciousness and into a willing husk. The ticking noise echoing throughout your ears.
Oh how foolish you were.
" My dear little bunny is finally awake." He puts down the teacup he was holding in his hands back onto the decorative table filled with other teas and sweets made to your very liking.
" Mr . . . M-mr Tetch?" You ask. Hoping Wondering if maybe the mask was just giving you bad eyesight.
Mr.Tetch stood up from his seat. Slowly walking towards you as he spoke.
" Im Sorry, my dear. I now it us all sudden but . . . Oh, I just really couldn't help myself. Don't you see. Such a perfect opportunity: to take you a way and keep you all for me."
Jervis had grown obsessed with you. Completly delusional. But nobody had been able to see it under all his kind words and charm. He didn't really know what it was at first. But for some odd, dare he say mad reason, he grew this dark wish to have you all for himself.
This fatherly urge to care for you . . to spoil you. . . to raise you as his own. It had all become too much for him to take. And the show had been the perfect opportunity.
He had followed you and your family around for a while. And thank goodness you all lived in a smaller part of Gotham because nobody ever suspected a thing when he would show up seemingly at random.
As he continued walking towards you, you pressed your eyes together tightly, hoping that it all was just a bad dream. Two little tears trickled down your eyes because of the burning pain in your wrists.
You let a small wimper as you heard him kneel down in front of you. Gently unclasping the mask from the back of your your head, and pulling it away from your sweaty face.
You let two more teardrops roll down your cheeks as you slowly squinted your eyes back open. Looking down at the man who had done this to you. You can very clearly now see that it was, in fact, Mr.Tetch.
You were wearing a fancy yet comfortable outfit that reminded you of the white rabbit. The one from "Alice in Wonderland" that you liked to watch on rainy days in Gotham.But you didn't care right now. Your mind only focused on how much pain you were in as you watched Mr.Tetch cup your face and wipe your tears with his thumbs.
" I . . . " You tried to say. Jervis gave you a puzzled look. Now grasping the physical pain and discomfort in your face.
" Bunny? " He asked. His smile faltering a bit. " What is it? "What's wrong?"
" I-it. " You finally manage to choke out. Now on the verge of sobbing. " I-it hurts!"
Now Jervis was panicking. " What?" He asked frantically. " What hurt, wha-"
Then he saw them. Your little red wrists from underneath the rope. An expression of rage starting to form on his face: his smile now fading away, fully.
" THOSE ABSOLUTE-"
Of course! Of course those dense, stupid fools had not been careful with you. Oh . . . they were going to be in for it!
Jervis then took a deep breath.
He needed to calm himself down and focus on taking care of you. You were sobbing now. " I-I want my mama!" You cried," I. . . I want my p-papa!"
Jervis just began to shush you. Cooing at you with sweet words. " Don't worry, bunny. Papa's here. Papa's right here."
Quickly, he worked to get the rope off of you. Trying his best not to put you in any more pain during the process. He could see your wrists now, fully in view: red, raw, and bleeding a bit.
" Oh bunny . . . " He cooed pitifully. Your head hung low, and you began to calm yourself down. The relief of freedom from the ropes was helping a lot. " I'm so so sorry."
You flinched and squirmed as you felt him wrap around your torso. Picking you up as he now sat with you in the seat to the right of where you were just sitting.
As you sat there in his lap, you hat the urge to kick and scream. To fight him off. But your tired, anxious, and hurt body wouldn't let you. So you just slumped into his chest. Winching as he gently kissed your sore, little wrists. " I'm so sorry, bunny. It's ok now, I'm here. Im here."
You don't know why you were feeling so comforted by his words. Maybe it was the sound of his voice, your lightheadedness from crying, or both. But it was working, and Jervis knew it.
Looking at one of the deserts, Jervised used his free hand to pull it forward while his other arm remained gently wrapped around you.
" Here" He says, raising a piece of it to your lips. " Will this maybe make it a bit better?"
You look down at the treat for a moment, then look back at Mr.Tetch. You defiantly didn't trust whatever he was trying to give you.
" Not hungry." You lie. In all actuality, you were starving.
" We both know that's a lie, my dear." He replies, a bit of smugness lacing his tone. " You haven't eaten anything in the past seven hours."
" Now, please eat it." He raises the sweet closer to your lips. And you just decided to give in. Hesitantly eating eat. Meanwhile, Jervis seemed pretty satisfied.
He let out a small hum as he watched you struggle to stay awake. Your eyes slowly closing before you snapped them back open: the method becoming less and less effective.
"Bunny, bunny, bunny, you're so funny with your twitching nose." He began to sing softly. " Bunny, bunny, bunny, you're so funny from your head. . . "
You couldn't hear what he was saying anymore. His words were all ruffling together as you slipped out of consciousness. Falling asleep in his loving, twisted embrace.
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