#still i really enjoyed the finale tbh and i don't think we're supposed to be left feeling strictly one way about it

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And with that, 2000 years of history and 10+ years of an animated adaption later, Attack on Titan is over.

I wasn't planning on making an essay post about this but like all of my essay posts, it got crazy out of hand, so here we are. I have a lot to say on it and the more I wrote, the more I realized exactly what the Attack on Titan finale was about. It's cathartic. It's also kind of a big shitpost but not for the reasons you might think.

Spoilers for the Attack on Titan finale ahead! CW: DISCUSSION OF WAR AND GENOCIDE AHEAD!

Now for anyone who knows what I'm about to talk about (and anyone who follows my stuff here), I'm sure you're wondering , what side do I fall on in regards to Attack on Titan's ending? Am I about to talk shit about it? It's very divisive and somewhat inconclusive. It followed the exact ending in the manga which, while expected, was still disappointing to many who had hoped the anime would take some other path.

But I have to ask, could there have been any other way?

Eren committed mass genocide, bordering on extinction of the entire human race. There was no way that he was gonna come out of it redeemed or as a hero, and he knew it. He went straight up Walter White core here and like Walter White, he is not a hero.

The fact that the Marlayans have been constantly going to war with other countries using Eldians as their personal soldiers goes to show that for countries that seek out conquest, there's no target too small or insignificant that can't be marked as an "enemy", and we see that reflected in Eren as well, in his pursuing of "freedom", an ever-moving goalpost that can never truly be satisfied.

The Jaegerists were hellbent on creating a new empire on the bloodshed of Marley - 'an eye for an eye', so to speak.

Nothing was ever going to truly satisfy either 'side' in the conflict of humanity vs. Eldians because such conflicts' origins have been obfuscated in hundreds of years of history, propaganda, and generational trauma that has repeated itself for so long that many don't even know what they're fighting for anymore, aside from one thing - that they don't want to suffer, that they shouldn't have to suffer for the actions of their ancestors, that they want peace and happiness but don't know where to start with taking the first step.

I think people are disappointed in this ending because, let's face it, it's anime, and it's an anime adaption that took years to finish. We always want to see some kind of vindication from stories like these, but I think in having vindication, it ultimately removes the point altogether of what's being said.

As much as we may try to fight it, try to deny it, the course of human history travels in a circle. Conflict will always arise. History is written by the victors, and those victors will be seen as heroes by whichever side they're fighting for regardless of what heinous acts they may have committed to justify their salvation. And after all of that conflict, regardless of the result - time goes on, and new conflicts arise.

But I don't think that means we have to succumb to grief and suffering and that's a point that I'm seeing missed in a lot of the discussion around the finale. There's a very powerful scene between Armin and Zeke, in which Armin talks about how he was born to run up the hill with Mikasa and Eren. He recognizes fully that if his life isn't meant to be long, he can still cherish those small moments that he thinks back on fondly, the moments that defined his life with the people he cared about.

And that's really all life is. Small moments and experiences that stick with us until the end. The very act of being born in and of itself is a cosmic miracle that gives us the chance to experience things that bring us joy and stay with us forever - however short or long that 'forever' may be. We take these small moments for granted when we're comfortable, but we look for them the most when we're suffering.

If I can relate all this to another piece of media that says the same thing - albeit with a much brighter ending - FF XIV: Endwalker also asks a similar question to Attack on Titan - is the only meaning in life to suffer and die? Of course, by its end, we learn that while death and suffering is an inevitable part of life - not something that should be avoided - it shouldn't persuade us to give in to fear and despair as a constant state of being. And I think Attack on Titan goes for a very similar approach, albeit slightly more as a cautionary tale - a nihilistic reminder that ultimately, the losses and victories we find in our current point of history are still just that, a single point, a blip that will be forgotten until it's ultimately repeated, and there's no escaping that.

It cautions us that freedom cannot exist without constant vigilance for war and conflict. It cautions us that our values and core beliefs for attaining freedom, love and happiness can be twisted into a weapon to cause harm, vindication gained at the cost of another. It cautions us that when left in the wrong hands, power can and will be abused by the ignorant while propagandizing itself as "the greater good".

So why not just find the joy that we can? The friendships, the little moments, the things that bring us happiness even if only temporary. Conflict is inevitable, suffering is inevitable, but that doesn't mean life isn't worth living. "Happiness" is not a tangible end point - it's the side effect of living a meaningful life that's true to yourself.

Attack on Titan is over. Some will argue the ending was the only way, others will argue that there could have been another way and that the anime adaption had the chance to change it but still didn't for reasons beyond their comprehension.

But isn't that the whole point? We'll argue. We'll bargain. Many of the arguments made will reinforce our own beliefs further rather than sway us. Many of us will insist there had to be another way, just as Armin insisted that this couldn't have been the only way, that humanity must have had another option. Meanwhile, many of us will acknowledge that at the end of the day, this is the story Isayama wanted to tell, and regardless of whether or not it makes him an idiot toying with his audience and admitting defeat by lampshading it in the penultimate scene of Eren admitting to his own idiocy, this was the power given to him and he used it in the best way he knew how.

Much like in any conflict, there's one thing that unites both sides - the human need for joy, connection, and freedom.

We might not agree on how Attack on Titan ended, but we can agree that it was a hell of a ride, and I hope we can all agree that it was worth riding, even if it wasn't satisfying for everyone in the end. It brought many people together regardless of their backgrounds, experiences, and differences, and connected them through something they all loved for over ten years. And despite how big a part of our lives it was, life will still go on, and we'll move on to other things to watch, enjoy, and argue over. Isayama will move on to whatever awaits him next, knowing fully well that his choice was his own, that he created the series he wanted to create regardless of how people feel about it. We'll all look for our own forms of joy and happiness as life moves on around us, as conflicts come and go.

Isn't that really what freedom is at the end of the day?

#also ok i know this turned into a philosophical post but like #i'm still just talking about fucking anime #so please for the love of god i don't want to be seeing anyone using this post as a way to play devil's advocate on real actual war crimes #human conflict in and of itself is an enigmatic inevitability but blatant actions of genocide and colonization are not #and that was made VERY clear by the end of the series through eldians and marlayans putting aside their differences to take out eren #also ymir being in love with king fritz was a bit of a weird thing to do but that's for another post #i think it spoke more to her just being that desperate for connection that she fell into an abusive relationship #but idk it could have been executed better esp because a lot of the 'romance' in AoT is weird #still i really enjoyed the finale tbh and i don't think we're supposed to be left feeling strictly one way about it #the fact that we're arguing over whether or not the finale was good is literally just proving isayama right ngl LOL #attack on titan #attack on titan finale #attack on titan spoilers #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin finale #shingeki no kyojin spoilers #essay post #long post #tw genocide #tw war

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Hate me more | LMH (M)

Enemies to lovers, Camp counselors Mark x Fem reader

Summary: You really dislike Mark and you're pretty sure he dislikes you too. Ever since he came to the camp last year, he's been nothing short of a headache to you. And now you're forced to work with him this summer, and his mission is clearly to piss you off.

Warnings: sexual content, heavy dubcon/cnc themes, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), kissing (shocker), Mark is annoying, so is the reader tbh, may be errors even though proof read

Word count: 7,7k

Song recs: kiss by NCT dojaejung (this is my way of promoting the unit go stream)

A/N: I was gonna write something for the release of golden hour but this took a bit longer than expected 😭 10 days later an I finally finished it lmao please give feedback if you want it's always appreciated

"Okay kiddos make sure you have all your things before we go back to the cabins okay?"

"Yes Ms. Y/N!"

You gave them a thumbs up as you leaned on a tree, waiting for all the kids to pack up. This was your life every summer for the past 4 years. Being a camp counselor was a lot of work the first time, but by the end of the summer, you had to come back. You loved your kids and they loved you. The staff was always so welcoming and nice. That was true until Mark started the third summer.

He was such an asshole. All the other female counselors gushed over him and his looks. He was constantly flirting with everyone, using his looks and charisma to get himself out of shit. It annoyed you, and Mark instantly took notice. He would side eye you all the time and talk about you as if you weren't friends with everyone else. He didn't really care though, he enjoyed being confronted by you every time he got "caught." Mark found your anger funny, never really taking you seriously.

And now you're paired to work with him this summer.

"Ms. Y/N, where is Mr. Mark? I need help getting something out a tree," one of the kids asked.

"That's a good question honey." You glanced around the area, looking over both shoulders to try and get a sign of him. And of course, he's nowhere to be found. "I don't see him around. We're just gonna have to wait for him okay?"

The little girl nods and runs back to her friends. Ten minutes go by and you start to get annoyed. This happened way more often than you would like to think. Mark disappears to do something or someone for way too long and you're left to take care of the kids by yourself. Sometimes, you almost think it's unbelievable how unreliable he is, sneaking away leaving you alone with 20 children in a forest. But then again, it's on brand for him.

5 more minutes went by and you start to get frustrated. You have no idea what he could be doing that's going to cause all of you to be late for dinner time. "Okay everyone please listen to me okay?" All the kids stop talking and turn to you. "I'm gonna go look for Mr. Mark, but I need all of you to sit in 5 rows of 4. Now." All the kids practically run to sit next to their friends and plop down on the floor.

"Good. None of you move or get up. If anything happens, scream at the top of your lungs okay? I'll be right back." All of the kids agreed as you turned to walk into the forest, going the way you last saw him.

"So fucking irresponsible," you muttered to yourself. "How the hell am I supposed to watch 20 kids by myself?"

You could still hear the kids, so you know you weren't too far away from the area or the trail. This wasn't new for you, always looking for him. It's only been a month since the both of you had to start working together, and he was already making shit hard for you. Mark liked to go hide somewhere. it was either to get away from you, the kids, or to get blown off by some staff member. You couldn't stand it.

"I mean seriously, can't he control himself for one fucking summer," you grumble. "Fucks everything that walks. What an ass."

"Well I wouldn't say that."

Your body jumped violently suddenly hearing his voice next to you. You whipped your head in his direction seeing him sitting, leaning in a tree. Mark had his ear buds in and from where you were standing, you could still hear the music playing.

"Where the hell were you," you asked angrily.

Mark stood up and dusted his pants off as he walked to you. You crossed your eyes, eyeing him up and down. He was so smug about everything. He always looked like something was amusing to him, like there was always a joke to tell.

"Here," he said.

"Clearly. And how the hell do you even have a working phone out here. There is literally no service."

Mark shrugged, wrapping the ear buds around his phone and putting it in his back pocket. "I downloaded stuff before I came."

"Whatever, let's go," you said, rolling your eyes.

"Where are the kids," he asked you, placing his hands in his pockets as he walked.

"In the same place I left them. I had to come get you like you were a lost child. Stop leaving me with all these kids."

Mark smiled in amusement as he walked behind you. You didn't really notice, but you tend to stomp when you are angry. And fortunately for Mark, it wasn't annoying. He actually found it cute, but he wouldn't tell you that.

"Can we take a break? My legs hurt," he whined teasingly.

"Mark, stop playing games. We have 20 kids in the forest waiting for us to come back and the sun will start setting soon," you replied, sighing heavily.

"Oh please we'll be okay."

And at this moment, you've just about had it with him. You turned around, lips pursed at his nonchalant response. Mark stopped in his tracks, looking up at you as you stood on the top of the small hill. "You have one more time to piss me off or I will report you. I'm not joking."

Mark's amused expression washed away as you turned around and kept walking. For the rest of the walk back, he said nothing. Soon enough, the both of you got back to the kids who were still sitting and chatting.

You sighed, groaning quietly. "I'm gonna do another headcount. You get that thing out of the tree."

"Why couldn't you just do it," he complained.

"Because- you know what, just get it out the tree."

You counted all of the kids, double and triple checking everyone and the area around you. Soon enough, Mark got the toy that was stuck in the tree out, and everyone was ready to leave. "Okay everyone you know the drill. Get your buddy and get in line. Mark, you'll watch the back."

"Didn't sound like a question," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I wasn't asking."

"I swear to you I will kill him if I'm ever alone with him again."

"He's really not that bad," Somi said, taking another bite of her pancake.

"Please, bad is an understatement," you say as you sit down. "He fucking left me with 20 kids, and then when we got back and I told him how dangerous that was, he says 'but you handled it, right?'"

Somi laughs, clearly amused at your story. You give her a confused look, not understanding why she wasn't siding with you. "Y/N, anything he says makes you angry."

"That's not the point!" Somi stops laughing when she sees how upset you are. "He left me and 20 kids in the forest near sunset to sit on his ass and listen to music. Then got an attitude with me because I was telling him what do when he wanted to act like a fucking child. I'm tired of it, Somi. I've been dealing with this for a month."

"Shit, I didn't think it was that serious," she said, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly.

"We literally could've had a bear encounter or something. I don't want to keep taking responsibility for his shit," you say, sighing heavily. "Anyways, I'm done complaining. Let's just eat."

You went to bed last night still completely angry at what happened in the forest. Mark didn't say anything to you walking back, but your conversation once you got back to the main camp was nothing short of unpleasant. It consisted of all your usual unpleasantries with him. Mark didn't really seem to care much though. You hated that you always let him get a rise out of you once you said you weren't going to do it anymore. And at this point, you had to get to the bottom of it.

You looked around the dining hall trying to find Mark. You knew he was there, he always came late after roughhousing with the kids in his cabin. Searching around some more, you spot him in line getting food. "I see him."

"Please don't harass the man," Somi begged you.

"Too late." You got up and walked to him. You really needed all this bad energy between the both of you to disappear. You weren't too sure about him, but it made every day difficult and you couldn't deal with it all summer. "Hey buddy," you said, tapping his shoulder.

"Didn't know we were friends."

The fake smile immediately turned into a frown. "Our conversation from last night isn't finished."

Mark groaned quietly as you followed his pace in the line. "Why do you keep bothering me if you don't like me?"

"I'm not bothering you, I'm trying to figure out what your deal is," you whisper yell. You followed Mark to his usual seat with the other male counselors, taking a seat right next to him. You were too focused on him to notice the confused stares you got from everyone else.

"Um, hey Y/N," Haechan greeted you awkwardly. "Is this…your new spot?"

"I came to talk to your friend if you don't mind."

"She's crazy," Mark blurted out, making the table laugh.

You smacked him on the arm, making him turn to you with the brightest smile you've seen all summer. And for some reason this was the first time you looked at him without feeling pure irritation. He was actually pretty…cute?

You couldn't look directly in the eyes, fearing that the anger you felt all morning would go away. Instead of speaking, you got up and went back to the table with Somi.

"So..what happened," she questioned.

"Nothing."

"You don't seem too upset by it," Somi observed.

"What..what are you talking about," you said, trying to deflect.

"You can't fool me, you're terrible at lying," she laughed. Somi took another bit of her pancake, but stopped laughing, giving you a look as if she found out something. "Do you like him?"

"Keep your voice down! And don't eat with your mouth full, you look like a damn kid."

"Y/N, do you like him?"

"Of course not! I can't stand the man," you deny.

Somi squints her eyes and side eyes you, but says nothing. You know she doesn't believe you, but it doesn't really matter because either way, you don't like him. "Okay..just know that today is your day to clean the kitchen."

"I know," you said with a sigh.

"And his also," she reminded you.

"Goodness kill me now."

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You and Mark cleaned the dishes in the kitchen silently, not daring to say a word. There was an unspoken rule between the 2 of you at the moment, first person to speak surrenders to the other for the entire summer. You'll never surrender to him, no matter what it takes (that's what you want to believe anyway.) Mark had been stealing glances for about 30 minutes now, watching you clean meticulously and quietly. He always thought you were pretty, except for when you were being annoying that is. He always thought of himself as the bigger person, despite his childish nature, so he thought he should end this silent game sooner than expected.

"Did you get sleep," he asked.

"Why do you care?"

"I can't be concerned about my friend," he said. Mark chuckled softly when you sucked your teeth.

"Why do you insist on pissing me off," you say, turning to him. "Like I really don't understand why you don't like me. Since you came here last year, I've been nothing short of annoyed with you."

"It's never been my intention, but I just happen to strike those emotions in some women."

"What the fuck does that mean?" You put down the dirty dishes, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a brow raised.

"It means," he replied, turning to you, "that the more women are attracted to me, the less they like me."

You scoffed, getting back to cleaning the dishes. "You wish. You're out of your fucking mind."

"If I'm crazy, then what exactly was that earlier," he asked. You didn't know, but Mark definitely noticed how you backed off of him during breakfast. The way your expression changed, how quick you got up. It almost seemed like you were running from something, and he knew exactly what it was. "I know you like me."

"I don't like you. I just didn't want to talk to you in front of all your friends. They were laughing at me, so I left," you explained. Mark took two steps to you, his body ending up close to yours. You backed up a bit, not understanding why he was close to you, but he followed you again. "What are you doing?"

"Testing something out," he said simply.

"Look I don't know what you're testing but I'm busy. " Just as you moved away from him, he placed his arms beside you, trapping you under him. The both of you have never been this close before. Sure there were times where he had to catch you or hold you for activities in the forest, but there was nothing like this. This was close. This was personal.

"What are you doing," you asked, shock written all over your face.

"Standing here." Mark's lips curled into a smirk as his eyelids dropped once glancing at your lips. "You're pretty."

"Thank you but I really need to-"

"You know," he started,"you never told me what you wanted to talk about before you left the table."

You sighed, making a dramatic pained expression. "Mark, please. Can you back up?"

"No."

You looked up at him, surprised that his face was closer than before. One more move and your lips would've probably touched his. 'Why am I even thinking about that right now,' you thought to yourself.

"I know you wanna kiss me," he said almost in a whisper. Mark chuckled softly seeing the frazzled look on your face. You were so easy to read, always saying you didn't like him knowing damn well you wanted him. He just wanted to make you say it. He wanted to break your prideful attitude down and make you beg for him.

"You are saying insane things right now." You couldn't even look him in the eye, too afraid you would melt under his body. He was too close. You couldn't control your heart beat or your whirling mind. 'Maybe kissing him wouldn't be so bad,' you thought to yourself, but pushed the thought to the back of your head.

"But you didn't say I was wrong," he said, leaning into your neck.

"Mark, seriously." The slight whine in your voice made you want to run and hide from everyone. You felt like you were going to collapse into his hands the closer he got. His voice was so soft, but his presence was still so dominating. It was almost too much for you to bear.

"What would you do if I kissed you right now," he whispered in your ear, a smile on his face. "Would you push me away, take it and get mad, or maybe give me another one?"

You could barely look at him, let alone speak. You had no idea how to respond to him. You didn't even know if you were supposed to. But what you did know is that if he made one more move or said anything else, you would most likely lose your mind. "Mark, it's too early in the morning for this," you said practically begging him to stop.

Mark released his hand from the counter, placing it on your waist. His grip was firm as he pressed you against the counter more, body so close his leg was between yours. "You're not even trying to run at this point. You little liar."

"Mark..what if someone comes in here?"

"Let them. Why do you care? Are you scared," he teased. Mark kissed the spot behind your ear softly, making you gasp. Your body tensed up in his hand, causing him to rub small circles in your waist in an attempt to comfort you. He kept missing down your neck, moving back up to kiss your jawline.

You stood there, still as a tree. Your eyes fluttered shut, taking in the feeling of his lips on your skin. At this rate there was no point in fighting it. He had already won like he did with everyone else. You felt Mark's hand leave your waist, grabbing your chin as he ran his finger down your bottom lip.

"If you want me to stop I will."

You shook your head unconsciously, brows slightly frowning at his words. You were desperate and he definitely knew from the way you were frozen and speechless.

"Good girl." Mark kissed you softly, but deeply. His hand slowly made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You dare to touch him, feeling like it was way too intimate. But before you could even pull away, he kissed you again, this time with even more sincerity. You didn't know why you had such a heavy feeling in your chest, but it did scare you a little bit.

"We have to finish all of this stuff in 15 minutes. You think we can make it," he asked on your lips.

"If you stop fast enough, maybe.."

Mark chuckled softly at your response, pulling away from you. He was clearly extremely turned on, but you were not the kind to help him with his problem, and he knew that. But that didn't stop his mind from drifting, thinking about how hot it would be if you dropped to your knees at this very moment.

"Wasn't that fun Y/N?"

"What are you talking about," you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

"Unwinding instead of having a stick up your ass," he jabbed.

You dropped your hands, scoffing at him. You shoved your way out of his arms, walking to the sink he was at previously. "Gosh, you're so annoying," you mumbled as you scrubbed the dirty plates.

"Yeah but you like it though."

"You wish."

"Proved my point."

You and Mark haven't spoken since the kitchen fiasco. You said a couple of words to each other when it came to the kids, but nothing more than that. You couldn't even look at him, the shame filling your body once he came into your vision. But one thing was for sure- you definitely didn't hate him as much. You were still very confused. You didn't understand where all those feelings came from for Mark in the kitchen. Maybe your subconscious? It didn't really matter, you just wanted to make sense of everything.

"Okay everyone, tonight is movie night so we need to leave a little early okay," you announced.

Mark leaned on a tree silently watching you as you interacted with the kids. You didn't know that he had conflicting feelings as well. All the teasing and messing around turning into sexual tension was not what he hoped for. He just wanted to mess with you. He wasn't actually going to kiss you for real, but when he saw the desperate scrunch of your eyebrows, how could he resist himself? If it weren't for the kids, he would definitely have his way with you right on the ground, but nothing in his life ever works right.

Mark admired the way you were with them, always so nice and careful. You were careful with anything really, never wanting to come off as irresponsible or rude. But he never cared about any of that. He didn't care if people thought he was a prick or an ass, which is why you were so intriguing to him. He never got a chance to actually introduce himself to you before you can dislike him as easily as you did.

After 20 minutes of walking back to the main site, the sun had finally set and all the kids and counselors went back to their respective cabins before going to the lake for movie night.

"So you're telling me," Somi started,"after all these months of not liking him, he came onto you in the kitchen and you didn't refuse?"

"I know, I know it's humiliating," you grumbled putting on your shirt.

"Enemies to lovers. My favorite trope."

You let out a loud embarrassed groan listen to her words. "We only kissed twice. We didn't say anything to each other for the rest of the day," you added.

"Not even for your group," she questioned.

"Well of course we did, but very little. He was..so distant," you said. You slipped into your jean shorts and put your shoes back on quickly. "I'm gonna go make sure all the girls are ready." You got up and walked outside to see everyone playing around. Just as you were about to round up your cabin, you see Mark who's talking to some of his kids. You wanted to stop staring at him, but you couldn't. You gulped as he glanced at you, giving you a small wave. "I hate him," you muttered to yourself almost as if you were trying to convince yourself it was true.

You shake your head, attempting to push what happened out of the forefront of your mind, but it's hard to do that when he's walking up to you. You turn away from his direction, hastily gathering the girls from your cabin. Just as you were about to make your way to the lake, you were tapped on the shoulder. Turning around agonizingly slowly, you face him with a fake smile.

"Hi," you said awkwardly.

"Hey, so listen-"

"I can't talk right now, we're about to head to the lake," you interrupted.

"I know but-"

"Can't talk."

Mark sighed, looking down at his shoes. He knew you were difficult, but not like this. "Can we talk after the movie?"

"Talk..about what? There's nothing to talk about," you say dismissively.

Mark rolled his eyes, walking away from you. You looked behind yourself, watching him walk back with his hands in his pockets. All that you could hope for was him forgetting whatever conversation he wanted to have with you.

Your cabin was the first to get to the lake while Mark's was the last like always. The movie started at 7, so thankfully for you, you could be left alone for 2 hours. You leaned against a tree as you watched the movie projected on the sheet quietly.

Unlike you, Mark was watching you silently, eyes never leaving your body as you stared at the screen. He knew you wanted nothing to do with him even after he kissed you, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He's never been in a situation like this before. Having to chase after you was starting to dampen his pride, but he liked it.

He watched as you whispered to Somi about something, not able to read your lips. Maybe he shouldn't have thought to follow you as you walked away from everyone, but getting to be alone with you came rare, so he had to take his chances.

"Hey, I'm gonna go back to the cabin. I forgot something," he whispered to Haechan.

"Okay, be quick though. I don't wanna be responsible for you," he replied.

Mark gave him a dry laugh and walked away, following you from behind. Mark picked up that you were going to your cabin after a few turns on the trail. The sun was starting to set, so he began to rationalize he weird actions to himself. "It's not weird that I'm following her," he muttered to himself quietly. "I'm just keeping her safe." It was surprising how you didn't notice anyone was following you. You were usually always attentive, but it seems that you were only that way with other people.

Soon enough, the both of you made it to your cabin. You went inside with a big sigh, letting the door slam behind you. Mark would be a kind person and knock on the doors but he wasn't all that kind, so scaring you is the option he went with. Mark quickly went up to the door, opening it quietly. Your back was turned as you rummaged through a bag for something, causing you to not hear his footsteps or the door creaking open.

"Boo!"

"Fuck," yelled, body jumping violently as you turned around. "Mark?"

"Surprise."

You scoffed rolling your eyes at his jazz hands motion. "You're not funny. Now get out, this is a girls cabin."

"I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to talk." He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as you went back to looking for whatever you were looking for.

"I really don't care, just leave," you said sternly.

Mark had enough of beating around the bush with you, the constant teasing, and asking dumb questions. He had to know why there was bad blood between you, especially after you let him kiss you that morning. "Why don't you like me?"

"You're kidding." You let out a dry laugh as you turned to face him. "I don't like you? I'm pretty sure it's the other way around."

"I'm just curious because since last year, you never gave me a chance, so I really want to know," he said, lifting his brows with a small smile.

"I want you to tell me why you don't like me first, then maybe I'll consider explaining myself to you."

Mark took small steps towards you, not being able to control the smirk on his face when you furrow your brows in confusion. "You're uptight and rude to me. And you never give me your attention unless it's to be rude with me, and I hate that that's the only way I get to talk to you. You only want to speak to me if it's to tell me how bad of a job I'm doing or how frustrating it is to be around me or work with me."

"That's not true, I-"

"I'm not done." You closed your mouth, intimidated by how commanding his voice was. "Then you go around and say to everyone how much you hate me. I know you complain to Somi and all the other counselors, and that's fine. But next time I would like to hear it from you directly."

"That I hate you?" You gave him a weird look, making him chuckle softly.

"Yes. Tell me that you hate me." He was walking closer to you slowly, arms now at his sides as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. Your arms were still crossed as you stood there, not allowing yourself to show how intimidating he was to you. Your face was calm, but your heart was beating faster with every step he took.

"I'm not telling you I hate you. Can I talk now," you asked.

"Go for it."

"You're fucking annoying and not helpful. You came into this camp last year and made all these friends and everyone liked you instantly. Everyone says you're funny and such a great guy but I have yet to see it. All you've done since you've been here was piss me off."

"You wanna know why," he said. He leaned down to your ear, a smile tugging at his lips. "Because you're pretty when you're angry."

"That's not funny," you said, looking away from him.

"I wasn't joking." Mark moved away from you, eyes going straight to your lips.

"Seriously mark, I don't care that you like to get me riled up, but yesterday was uncalled for. Do you have any idea…will you stop staring at me like that?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Mark could barely concentrate on what you were saying. Your expression, the way you spoke, how close the 2 of you were. All he wanted was to just kiss you and shut you up for the night. Mark could barely keep his hands off you, every bit of self restraint coursing through his veins.

You sighed trying to back up from him, but all you did was bump the edge of your bed making you fall back. You plopped on the thin mattress placing your hand behind you to stay balanced on the bed. Mark's gaze turned dangerous, staring at you as if you were prey.

"God you're so hot," he mumbled.

"Mark," you said, his name coming out a bit breathlessly.

Before you could finish your sentence, he pinned your body to the bed. You were dead silent as you watched his eyes move rapidly along your face and body. "Mark..we can't. We have to be back soon."

"Stop fighting it. Just say you want me," he mumbled quietly. He leaned into your neck, breath tickling your skin as you closed your eyes.

You shook your head, brows furrowing as you tried to push the feeling to the back of your head. But the only thing you can think about is how his hands are leaving your wrists as he moves them down your body. Your breath hitched when his fingertips brushed against the slightly exposed skin of your stomach. You didn't stop him as he lifted your shirt, hands attaching to waist firmly.

The both of you stayed silent, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of breathing and your old bed creaking at every movement he made. You watched him as he moved his hands lower, fingers resting on the button of your jean shorts. Mark looked at you for any signs of you wanting to stop, but all he saw was the desperation on your face.

You gulped watching him unbutton and unzip your shorts, lifting your hips as he tugged them off you. Mark took his shirt off, laying it next to your shorts. He hooked his fingers on your underwear, pulling them off you quickly. You let out a small yelp when he tugs you towards him, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he moves between your legs.

'Just get on with it,' was all you could think. You were way too eager to get him between your legs, and at this point, nothing was going to stop it. "Hurry up," you said, breaking the long silence.

Mark didn't say anything or look at you, all he did was smile as his face disappeared between your legs. A small gasp of please leaves your lips as he kitten licks your core. You close your eyes, letting your head fall back onto the mattress taking in every movement. He ran his hand up and down your leg, nails lightly scratching your skin making you shiver. Needing more friction, you begin to grind yourself on his tongue slowly, but he stops you with a hold on your hips.

"We're gonna do this nice and slow okay," he said.

"We can't, we have to get back soon."

"They'll be okay. There's more than enough people out there." Before you could say anything his mouth was back on your core, tongue pressing against your sensitive bud hard. Without thinking your hands made their way to his hair, fingers running through the blonde locks. Mark kept licking at you agonizingly slow, chuckling when you whined for more. He would speed up at moments, flicking his tongue against your clit faster just to tease you, then stop.

"Please," you begged breathlessly, "it feels like I'm being punished."

"I know," he mumbled.

You smacked him on the side of his head softly, making the male look up at you with a brow raised. "I fucking hate you."

Mark chuckled, removing one of his hands from your hip. He didn't take his eyes off of you as he slid two fingers into you, pumping them slowly. Mark watched as you basically fell apart in his hands, moans never stopped spilling from your lips. He began licking your clit, but faster, almost sending you over the edge.

"Shit, don't stop," you whined softly. You couldn't control your hips as you grinded against his fingers and tongue. Your jaw dropped when he fingered you faster. Gripping his hair, your hips moved on their own as you grinded faster. You were so close, your core pulsing on his fingers. "Fuck I'm gonna cum," you whined.

Your whines became louder, the pornographic sounds of your moaning, bed creaking, and sounds coming from Mark filling the empty cabin. This is one the many times you thanked God no one was around. Your eyes rolled back and body shuddered as your orgasm hit you like a truck making you mumble curses that not even Mark could make out. You let go of his hair, plopping back down on your mattress breathing heavily.

"I'm assuming that was the first time you came in a month?" Mark slid his fingers out of you slowly, wiping the digits on your sheets. He moved your leg off his shoulder, lifting himself from between your legs.

"Do you think I'm getting myself off after hiking and being around kids in this damn camp everyday," you asked, rolling your eyes at his statement.

"No. I think you're too uptight to do that," he said with a soft chuckle.

"It's crazy that you're still calling me uptight like I won't get up and leave."

Mark didn't respond to you, laughing softly to himself knowing you wouldn't move either way. He moved off the bed untying his sweats. You watched him as he let his clothes fall to the ground, eyeing his body. Not that you couldn't get it before, but now you see why he was a big deal to the other female counselors.

"Aren't we gonna use protection," you asked, gulping when he was back in front of you.

"I don't have any," he mumbled.

"You're so fucking ridiculous," you grumbled. "You're lucky I'm on birth control."

Mark could barely hear you with how eager he was to see you lose yourself for him. No amount of mean words or insults could turn him off in the moment, every word you spoke sounded like exactly what he needed to hear. "You're so fucking hot when you're mad." His lids dropped as he grabbed your ankles, pulling you closer to him.

"Don't tease, we don't have all night," you whined.

Mark couldn't take his eyes off you as he lined himself with you, slowly entering you with ease. You looked pretty under the light of the setting sun peering through the window. The light hit your eyes perfectly as they rolled back, soft moans leaving your lips at the same time. Mark thrusted into you slowly holding your waist firmly. He wanted to savor the moment, finally able to get you under him, because even though he had you now, he might not ever get you again. It was taking everything in him to not ram into you after every move not wanting it to end too quickly.

With the way he was looking at you you thought he was gonna eat you alive. And in all honesty you would let him. It was conflicting to you that all this pent up aggression towards him exploded into sex, but you were clearly not that conflicted. You would never tell him, but you had always been attracted to him and the kiss was just the tip of the iceberg.

He slid his hands up the back of your legs, pinning them to your chest as he thrusted into you faster. Your moans echoed in the empty cabin, not even thinking about if anyone could be near. "Feels so good," you moaned.

"Who's making you feel good?"

"Fuck..you are," you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you take in pleasure.

"Good girl," he cooed. Mark watched as you slipped your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit at the same place as his thrust. His fingers were constantly kneading your legs, leaving prints in your skin. "You're close aren't you baby?"

You nodded fast, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Kiss me.. please."

Mark didn't have to think twice. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss quite literally sticking his tongue down your throat. You sucked on the wet muscle, moaning loudly on his tongue every time he thrusted into you.

"Mark..fuck," you moaned softly. Mark took a hand off your leg, wrapping an arm on the small of your back pulling you closer to him. You kissed him again, moans and whimpers poured into his mouth.

Mark moaned softly against your lips as you squeezed around him, cumming on his length. You pulled away, your lewd sounds becoming louder as he didn't stop fucking you. Mark leaned down, kissing your neck messily as you clung onto his shoulder. Mark has never had this kind of passionate feeling with a person before. It was starting to feel like more than just a sexual attraction to him, maybe he did actually have feelings for you.

"Cum in me," you said cupping his face.

Mark looked at you, brows furrowing in uncertainty. "A-are you sure? I-"

"Please baby just cum for me," you mumbled, completely taken over by the pleasure spreading in your body. "Can you do that for me?"

"Anything for you," Mark breathed out. Your words went straight to his length, his pace speeding up as he felt himself closer to cumming.

Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling back as you felt another orgasm creeping up on you. "Y-you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.

With just a few more thrust, both you and Mark came at the same time, loud moans and groans filling the space. Mark's body went limp, laying on top of you with his face buried on the side of your neck. No one said anything for a minute, just laid there in each other's embrace trying to catch your breaths.

"I guess you don't hate me after all," Mark joked, breaking the silence.

"Only a little less."

Mark snickered as pulled himself out of you slowly. "Let's get you something to clean up with." He got up and pulled his boxers and pants on. You were sure it was because you just had sex with him, but the way you looked at him was different now. Before you were completely annoyed by his presence, but now even the little faces he made were endearing. Of course, Mark would never stop being an infuriating person to talk to but maybe you like talking to him. Maybe you liked being around him this whole time.

"If you want to go for round 2 just say it." Mark walked back to you with tissues, handing them to you with a smile. He chuckled softly when you gave him a frown for his comment. "Back to hating me I guess."

"I don't hate you Mark," you admit. The words felt unnatural to you, but they were the truth. You don't hate him, and you don't think you ever did.

"I'd like it if you did though," he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. "If what we just did considered hate fucking, please hate me more."

You rolled your eyes, tossing the dirty tissues in the trash bin across the room. "Who said it was gonna happen again?" Mark watched you closely as you shimmied back into your underwear and shorts. "What? Is there something on my face?"

"Yeah." He stood up, pulling you to him, making you gasp softly. Mark kissed you deeply, smiling against your lips when you kissed him back. "We should get back. I think we've been gone too long," he mumbled.

You nodded, kissing him one more time before he pulled away from you agonizingly slow. "Please don't be weird when we get back. I don't want to have to hate you again," you joked.

"Didn't I just tell you I want you to hate me more?"

"What do you mean you fucked him last night," Somi whisper yelled.

"Yeah..I did..right on the bed you're sitting on."

"Ew ew ew." She shot up from your bed with a frown on her face, making you laugh loudly. "Seriously what is wrong with you, why didn't you say that before I sat down?"

"Thought your reaction would be funny, and it was," you'd aid giggling.

Somi looked at you with disgust on her face, dusting off her body. "Anyways…are you guys like..a thing now?"

"I don't know. I don't think so," you answered.

"Well do you wanna be a thing?"

"Well..I think I do," you admitted. "But I don't know him that well, you know. All I did was have sex with him. What if he doesn't want anything," you said.

"You want me to be honest?"

"Please do."

"I think you should go talk to him. Like right now," she suggested.

"Now? I don't even know if he's in his cabin," you stated.

"Just go. If he's not there, go back another time. You should talk to him while your feelings are still fresh," she suggested.

Somi was right. Even though you thought it was still a bit early to talk to him, you couldn't stop thinking about him all day and all night. Throughout the day, the both of you kept stealing glances, staring at each other but not saying a word. It's been hard trying to keep your bubbling feelings for him at bay, especially when you're working so close for the summer. But Somi was right, it wouldn't hurt to try.

You nodded, sighing softly. "You're right. I should go." You turned walking to the door, but when you opened it, Mark was standing there, hand up like he was about to knock.

"Oh," you said, surprised. "Hi."

"Hey," he said, looking everywhere but at you. "Can I, um, talk to you?"

"Uh, yeah. You wanna talk here or.."

"Just walk with me. Please?" You've never seen him so nervous or unsure before. It was kind of cute. You agreed, leaving the cabin and walking along the trail with Mark.

The first couple of minutes were silent. Neither one of you said anything. The only thing that could be heard were the sounds of your feet on the dirt trial and the laughter of children from afar. But it wasn't an awkward kind of silence. It felt comfortable, he felt comfortable and warm.

"I really like you Y/N," he started. "And I know it might be weird for you, but I just felt like you had to hear it."

His words went straight to your heart, making it beat faster with every syllable. You blinked fast, not really knowing how to respond. You were afraid of coming into him too strongly, saying something that would scare him away, but you had to say something.

"I..like you too," you confessed. Your face was beginning to heat up, palms becoming clammy from the nervousness. You haven't been like this since middle school, all shy and nervous.

"So..where should we go from here?" Mark raised a brow and looked at you. You glanced at him quick enough to not want to run away from the situation all together. He grabbed your hand, making you pause mid step. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it at this point, and you were sure he could too.

"I, uh, I don't know," you stuttered.

Mark chuckled, clasping his fingers with yours. "I've never seen you so nervous."

"I'm not nervous." You don't know who exactly you were trying to prove that too, but it definitely wasn't him because as soon as you spoke he laughed.

"I think we should start over this summer," he said. "I think we should meet each other for the first time again."

You looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he started, turning to you. He stopped walking and tugged your hand to look at him. "I mean we should start again from a clean slate. I want to get to know you better on a good note, but only if you're willing."

You gulped looking down at your feet. You must've looked like a kid with the way mark was smiling down at you. "I..I would like that. I'd like that a lot actually." You looked at him, expression going from shy to worriedm. "I'm sorry for y'know being rude and everything."

Mark didn't say anything, allowing your words to linger for a moment before he leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was softer this time, more innocent. Mark pulled away with a small smile on his face. "You don't have to apologize to me for anything. I know I've been an ass, and I'm willing to make up for it."

It was hard to keep a smile off your face and stop yourself from blushing like a kid. "If we do this, will you stop talking to me once we're out of here," you asked.

"Y/N when I said I liked you I was serious. I don't want this to be a summer fling. I actually want to get to know you before I date you," he explained.

Your eyes went wide, completely flustered from his statement. "You want to date me?" Your heart fluttered repeating his words almost immediately, getting butterflies in your stomach. "But I've been so terrible to you and-"

"So? We like each other and we should explore that this summer."

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. You let go of his hand and placed it on the back of his neck, kissing him. This was the first time you kissed him. And it felt good. It felt good knowing that you didn't have to keep trying to convince yourself you didn't like him, or that you were never attracted to him. You pulled away, eyes never leaving the man in front of you. You didn't know if this conversation would make a difference for the rest of the day or the rest of the summers, but if Mark was true to a hate he said, you could wait.

But if not, then maybe you just might hate him for real.

#nct dream #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct x reader #nct oneshot #mark #nct mark #mark scenarios #mark x reader #mark fanfic #mark smut #nct scenarios #mark oneshot

[adracat]

GWitch 23 thoughts

Sorry for the wait on this, I had to rewatch a few times to really drink in everything that was going on. I didn't have the best knee-jerk reaction initially ( I enjoyed it ofc but was a bit ambivalent about some things) and wanted to give it a fair shake.

First up, seeing Suletta zip around like the ace pilot she is was quite rewarding and fun! Now all those auto-pilot rumors can be laid to rest. However, the circumstances weren't the best and it broke my heart she was gasping for air the entire time. I had no doubt she'd live but it's still miserable to witness that

Ah Lauda. Your tomfoolery knows no bounds. We knew this was coming after the last ep, but it's still a bit frustrating. On a technical narrative level, it works since we're seeing two sets of siblings confront their simmering tension with one another. On a personal level, I wasn't very amused. I first saw this at 4 in the morning and had no patience for Lauda lmao. But rewatching it a few times gave me a deeper appreciation for what's going on. He's really intent on scapegoating Mio for everything wrong in his life. Fitting for her role as the Rose Bride and Lauda's demonized witch

This little aside from Chuchu is so suspicious tbh. Considering Mio's failure at piloting, this seems to imply either she does not have a permet implant of any sort or a flat intolerance. I have a sneaking suspicion it'll become a factor in the next episode.

Mio staring wistfully at Cool-san/etc memento of Suletta will always grab me by the throat. Girl wants to wife up Suletta so bad. And really, who could blame her?

Schwarzette is so pretty and cool. Unfairly so. Like, why did you make that thing so unique and cool? For dipstick Lauda?? Who is that pink permet for and why does it look like Utena??? ANSWER ME OKOUCHI

That's nice of Delling to rise from his sickbed to try and negotiate with the SAL. Unfortunately, this would be for naught because they're here to purge and replace. Not make nice. It was the thought that counts, I suppose.

Speaking of, the debut of a solar ray blindsided me. I mean, yeah it's Gundam, but I kinda thought we were skipping the big death ray lmao. After sitting on it, I think I know where it's headed. Totally on brand for SAL too in hindsight. They like to act removed, but they're just as entrenched as Benerit in the skeevy corpo politics. Allying with Ochs and now Peil cements it

Check the link above to see my Utena related thoughts on this moment btw. It might be the highlight of the episode beyond the Prospera confrontation. Stunned they finally stopped playing coy and seemingly confirm Notrette is indeed a GUND entity residing in pseudo hell, and likely a GWitch newtype like Eri

This was very sweet and I enjoy it more on a rewatch but I also understand why I and so many people had a gut-deep aversion to this subplot. The issue is entirely investment based imo, and tbh I just don't care that much about the Jeturk family dynamics. At best, I don't mind them. Guel is a bro but Lauda is SO exhausting on multiple levels. His misogyny and gross negligence of Petra in favor of revenge doesn't help.

If something came of this other than Lauda/Guel sibling closure, I'd consider it fulfilling. But if you lack investment in the conflict, it's going to feel limp or frustrating in comparison to the siblings you want to see. So while I appreciate the parallel with Suletta/Eri and the continuing subtext of witch coded Mio, that's it for me. But hey, it serves a purpose. A tragic cycle was broken after all, thanks to love and MVP Felsi!

The one big gripe I have after consideration is this man's continued existence. Kenanji doesn't deserve to play buddy buddy with the cast. He's a dirty space cop who bullies children and murdered Nadim, now he's joking with 5lan? The hell. I get the theme of the show is forgiveness and not perpetuating the cycle of revenge but... really? KENANJI gets to be happy but Norea/Sophie don't? Sigh

It was so dirty of Eri to use Suletta's love for Mio against her. She knows Suletta would panic over their mother possibly 'gaining two'. It's crafty and unrepentant, but Suletta holds fast. Her faith in Mio is greater than her idle fears

Mio scolding Prospera over her favoritism was great. We love a fiancé willing to take a stand against her shit in-laws. Speaking of, looks like Mio has fully embraced becoming a Mercury one day. 'All of us will be family' YEAH YOU WILL so suck it up Prospera. The holidays are gonna be so awkward

Btw love Mio was shouting at her while having an emotional breakthrough deciphering her mother's QZ riddle. This moment was excellent and easily superceded my minor gripes. UGH when will you reveal Notrette's whole deal GWitch? We're waiting

Such a bittersweet moment. We know from the Blessing and Cradle Planet that Eri loves her sister but it may not have been until this moment that Suletta understands her feelings. Now, I don't think she's 'dead' tbh. Or deader anyway. I suspect it's a false flag to hook you until the finale. It would be quite anti-climactic if she passed without a proper goodbye. I'm still holding out on a Tempest end where Prospera voluntarily sets her free.

The next Sunday will be our last. Hard to believe tbh. Feels like just yesterday we set out on this spectacular journey. Que sera sera! I'll see y'all in the finale~

#Wish Eri had the endcard tbh but oh well #maybe they're saving it for the end #g witch #g witch spoilers #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #gundam witch from mercury #sulemio #prospera mercury #ericht samaya #guel jeturk #lauda neill #g witch episode 23

[newwwwusername]

Awesome! I'm glad that you enjoyed it ^^

So for the request I was thinking of a little bit of an AU where, at the party, they have an argument about Sam, but James Storm's off to talk to him anyway and Isaiah doesn't see him for the rest of the night as the regular events of the episode takes place

When Isaiah, Jane and Isabella find him he's more worse for wear then he is in the show (concussion, broken arm, gonna leave it up to you ^^) and when Isaiah helps him up and out of the hole he was thrown in he admits that, with the way the two of them left off, James wasn't sure if Isaiah would even look for him

They reconcile and Isaiah takes James to get checked out at the hospital and something to eat afterwards, and that's where my ranting ends lol 😅

Author's note : Tbh I'm kinda surprised anyone even saw my other Goosebumps (Disney+) fic cause, at the time of typing this out, the fandom still hasn't been canonized on AO3 lol but I am very happy to pioneer the tag for it 💪 Hope this suffices as a request fill. Also keep in mind that, at the time of writing this, I still haven't watched episode 6, so (while I doubt any of this stuff will specifically come up in episode 6 since we're well past it by now) if anything is inaccurate due to context in that episode, just keep that in mind.

"I just don't think you should be lying to him about liking something if you're tryna get closer with him" Isaiah told the shorter boy. James scoffed and rolled his eyes. Isaiah was supposed to be proud of him for finally making a move on Sam, not scolding him for the iffy way he went about it!

"You don't get it" James replied, glad that everyone around them was drunk and not really paying attention. "I really like this guy and I don't wanna mess it up"

"And you think the best way to go about that is to start on a lie?"

"I don't get all the chances you do, Isaiah!" James said, exasperated. Isaiah leaned back, confused.

"The fuck does that mean?"

"It means that you're a conventionally attractive straight dude" James went on. "You have the entire pond of fish to pick from. I'm limited to about five dudes. Honestly it's a miracle I even like one of them"

"Look, all I'm saying is I think that-"

"I don't need your advice, Isaiah" James cut him off, annoyed. He stood up and began to walk away. "I got this. Just leave me be"

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James really wasn't doing well.

For one, his stomach hurt (a mixture of hunger pains and the pain that naturally comes along with eating/drinking dirt water for sustenance) really bad. His left arm had also been broken at one point by one of his duplicates, and his focus was just on not dying in that mine, though that seemed hopeless.

Isaiah wouldn't want to come look for him, not after the fight they had last time they spoke, and no one else was as close to him as Isaiah, so they wouldn't want to waste their time looking for him, if they even realized that something was wrong to begin with (it didn't take a genius to figure out that he probably had some duplicates taking his place in the real world).

Then, Isaiah did arrive and promptly smacked him in the head with a rock.

James saw stars for a moment and was sure that he had a concussion or something, but that was hardly his focus at the time. No, his main focus was that Isaiah was there. Isaiah found him. He'd be okay.

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After all the duplicates were killed, James was helped out of the mine and back into town.

Margot and Isabella seemed to get the hint that James wanted to talk to Isaiah one-on-one, so they walked a little bit ahead to give the two of them space, which James was quietly grateful for.

"I didn't think you would look for me" James admitted, his speech slightly slurred (something which tipped Isaiah off to the fact that the boy probably had a concussion).

"Why wouldn't I look for you?"

"Hm?"

"Why wouldn't I look for you?" Isaiah repeated.

"We got in a fight" James shrugged. Isaiah felt his heart break. Sure, that argument hadn't been fun, but something like that would never prevent him from looking for the other boy should he go missing.

"James, I care about you so much" Isaiah told him. "A little fight isn't gonna change that. Friends fight, it happens. You matter to me more than that"

"Oh"

"Now, let's get some food in your stomach, and then we're taking you to a hospital" Isaiah said, patting his friend lightly on the back. "I think you have a concussion, and also your arm is definitely broken"

"Yeah, you're probably right" James chuckled. "We can be broken arm buddies!"

"Sure, bud"

#fanfiction #fanfic #goosebumps #goosebumps disney plus #disney plus goosebumps #hulu #disney plus #this was a request #injury #concussion #james goosebumps #isaiah howard #goosebumps 2023

[lesbiangenkai]

okay so some more thoughts and initial impressions about the live action:

first of all i want to say overall i enjoyed it but this is absolutely a treat for fans and not something i would recommend for someone with no prior knowledge of the series. and it obviously suffers a lot from the limited amount of episodes. i don't know if it was a netflix decision or what, but an 8-10 episode season would've definitely taken this from "fun trip down memory lane" to "actual good series that can stand on its own".

however! the writers did a very very good job condensing the story into one arc that generally flowed together well. i would say the only time the pacing feels truly awkward is the genkai training, but with only 5 episodes there's just nothing else they could've done about that.

some changes that are really really good and work arguably better than the original:

hiei's intro being re-written so that his motivations and character make sense from the jump. i especially love the fight scene with yusuke where he refuses to even draw his sword because yusuke is too weak to bother with

KEIKO IS A REAL CHARACTER! she was a girl trapped in a shounen manga and now she gets to be a character in an ensemble cast and treated with some actual care. looping her into the yukina rescue was fantastic. she feels like a Final Girl and i love that for her

the whole cast was really good despite my reservations seeing the screenshots. kuwabara steals the show imo but the actor who plays yusuke is great. that IS my grumpy son. kurama is appropriately weird and i love the actor doing this stiff walk like he's in a body he's not 100% used to yet. hiei's hair is terrible but he's doing great. just the right level of disdain for everyone around him

SAKYO. alright listen. i love that sakyo's gambling is borderline a superpower for him. when he does the russian roulette gamble with only one empty chamber oh boy this guy is BONKERS!!

the fight scenes were all done really well. and especially with yusuke the way he thinks on his feet during a fight and using his environment was reflected well

downsides: obviously the genkai arc....its such a good arc with a powerful message and i wish it got the time and space it needed. ummm also i know everything was rushed BUT i wish they had that moment in the toguro fight where keiko has a meltdown especially in the LA watching kuwabara "die" in front of her knowing she is about to be next. it's just such a powerful moment in the show imo where she's watching this brutality unfold as yusuke is getting beaten and her mind is on a loop like "i was just scolding him about homework last week we're supposed to be in school we're supposed to be KIDS" i know why they didn't but still. still.

i really wish we got more moments with the characters hanging out or chatting or something. also adult koenma with the binky.....tbh either have koenma played by an actual kid OR just have him as an adult and drop the binky have him chewing on a lolipop or something idc but like. if we're not doing the baby bit there's no reason to have it they could have just dropped it. ALSO this is nitpicky but kuwabara's spirit sword not being yellow.....yes i was bothered by this. :((( i'd give this like a 8/10 overall tho, very very fun.

#yyh la #yyh netflix

[purpleheartskies]

For now, I'm going to include a note in some of my posts asking that people not reply or reblog with comments or tags that do things like:

insult the writers

claim "bad writing"

say things like "the show is dumb", or "we're not supposed to see it that way", or "it happened off-screen [even though we have no proof]" (if there's no proof that something happened off-screen, it's not canon)

say that s5 was rushed and not written properly and/or the s5 finale is the "real ending" because the writers thought that the show wasn't going to be renewed (which the writers have outright refuted and which is illogical given their decisions for the plot, characters, and characterizations in s5)

say that the writers are too afraid of the majority of the fans to have the story in s6 go any way that might upset these fans, or that Netflix is affecting the writers' decisions or forcing them to give fan service. (I know there's usually politics involved with networks and production companies wrt show runners having creative agency, but the consistency in the storytelling style and characterizations indicates that the writers still have the same level of the creative agency as in early seasons.)

any dismissive statement about the writing of the show

These types of comments and tags minimize the contents of a post and effectively shut down conversations about important topics related to the characters and their character journeys.

I enjoy healthy conversations and debates, and I'm used to certain CK fans dismissing my opinions and posts because I'm a "Robby fan". But, most of my interactions with fans after s5 just have me tired of not being able to talk about the story itself and the storytelling without people minimizing what I'm saying with their negativity and condescension towards the writers and the writing.

I know a lot of people are upset with how the story has gone so far. I'm also not happy with a lot of the narrative decisions. I've also mentioned before that I'm not happy with a lot of the messaging so far. However, the nuance in the storytelling is still there. It's been pretty consistent since the start. The characterizations have been consistent too. So when people say "bad writing", I disagree. I think of bad writing as gaping plot holes, inconsistent characterizations, incongruous timelines, etc. I don't think of narrative decisions that I don't like as bad writing. I recognize how the story is framed, but framing is just one aspect of the story and is a tool for storytelling. The context, subtext, and a lot of what we have in the story itself tells us so much that is in contrast to the framing. This show has some of the best indirect storytelling I've seen in a show. I find the storytelling and characterizations to be really interesting, and I hope to keep discussing Robby and his story without my posts being dismissed.

And tbh I wonder where people's imaginations are. This is a fictional story, and a lot of things can still happen. For example, I actually don't think the baby plotline is meant to continue. If you take the time to analyze the story, it's pretty obvious that the baby was used as nothing more than a plot device this season for a few negative reasons, and this new "family" itself isn't meant to be a/the "happy ending". That's all I'll say about this plotline in this post. I'll see how some of my new posts do before I share my full thoughts on this plotline in a later post about how and why I think things may go a certain way. In general, I want to keep talking about the story as if it's a story.

Robby and his journey represent certain people in society and the traumas and struggles they experience. So far, the story and other characters haven't been too kind or sympathetic towards Robby, and sadly, the world and society irl aren't too kind or sympathetic towards many people who have similar situations to Robby's. I think his story is important, and I want to keep talking about it. I want to keep the conversation going about the important topics being explored in Robby's story.

#cobra kai is robby's story

[gimmethatagustd]

Hi!! Okay so this is a bit of a weird ask (??) but I just went on a ~trip~ through your blog and thought you'd like to know. Maybe. Possibly.

So, I randomly remembered about TFM Yoongi, and super super got the itch to re-read it again. I knew it was on hiatus (literally a few days after I first read it 🥲), but I had it saved on my ✨secret bts fanfiction side-blog✨and on ao3. Couldn't find it. Panicked.

Quickly skimmed through your masterlist and wips - no signs of life. Maybe yoongles took it with him to the army for some late night reading? I considered sending you an ask, but then I was like - No, poor babygirl author probably gets a bunch of these, I'd much rather go through their posts, than to be yet another "WhEre iS tHe fiC" random stranger.

So I did. Did I find any additional info on it? Why is it gone? No. We love tumblr's search function 👍 It's fine, I'm emo anyways, grief is my companion (joking - you do do. It was fire though, I miss it dearly. Jimin was so sassy "Miss Thang" omg. Also poc rep ?? Yes).

HOWEVER. I did notice the delicious amount of DPR IAN discourse (my husband actually) AND that one post about Logic's Supermarket (i have yet to read it but the album is so slay. I actually like it better than some of his "official" stuff oop-). And I just kept thinking, damn, I love the vibes here, we're practically besties at this point.

So I guess here I am??? I don't even read that much BTS ff anymore BUT 👀 I'm all up for more Adorable Representative MCs For Youth content on my dash. We ball I suppose. I hope you have a nice day/week/ whatever 💜

HI I'M SORRY I'M FINALLY RESPONDING TO THIS !! i've been such a mess the past few days from work, so i wanted to make sure i gave myself time to actually respond to this ask properly since you were kind enough to send me such a lovely message!

you are correct, TFM is gone 😭 i deleted it from tumblr and AO3 because i was unhappy with my writing and where the story was going. i was excited for it, and then everything kinda fell apart. I'm sorry!! a lot of people got mad at me for that LMFAO, but i really grew to hate that series, and i figured it would be better to just delete it. i didn't delete the actual fic tho. like i have all my writing saved. i've considered rewriting it to be yoonmin instead of a reader-insert cuz i lowkey hate writing reader-inserts but i still do it for my tumblr followers hjsdfks but that is TBD

i'm glad you enjoyed it tho!! i think i got in my head over it idk. i love the idea and the characters (and FUCK YES diamond was my favorite character. we need queer poc representation in fics~ one thing about me is i'm gonna always give it if i can in a fic 😤) but yeah ! ANYWAY

DPR IAN. i'm gonna write a drabble for him, probably in February~ so i hope you enjoy it when i do!

AND OMG ok i need to read supermarket soon. we can do a book club lmfao. i will 1000% be your bestie, i mean, we're already there atp like you said. dm me whenever you want ok ok ok

i'm happy to be a bts ff dealer for you if you're ever in the mood for it 🙏🏽 I'm honestly on tumblr for the vibes and friends atp so nice people like you are why i stay 🥹 i hope you're doing well !!! you're so nice

ALSO yes i stalked your blog and 👀 sleep token 👀 tbh idk anything about them but i know some of their songs and i am very into it

#moonchild-in-blue #jai asks #happy things ✨ #tfm

[direwombat]

🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?

🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?

🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?

a;flkdja;fldkjfd neither of them handle it very well at all but tbh? jacob handles it better out of the two. i think he has his "Oh..." moment quickly followed by an "ahhh, shit..." and then he's moving along to "ok...we're already fucking....i just need to make her mine...shouldn't be too hard...plans don't change much in the grand scheme of things." (ie, he still plans on conditioning her and using her to kill eli)

whereas syb is like...eight levels deep in denial and won't even let herself think of jacob and the l-word (love. not lesbian) in the same thought. she shoos it away before it can fully form into a completed thought that she might actually have to confront. so...she spends a lot of time being really pissed off about why jacob (or even just the thought of him) makes her feel both like a flustered teenager and like she's home. big big biiiiiiig "i won't say i'm in love" vibes from her about it all :')

🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?

god...both???? as mentioned before, syb is really mad about the whole "she has a crush on jacob" thing and she picks fights about it (because how else is she supposed to get his attention or feel his body pressed up against hers?) and jacob notices. of course he does. he instigates and eggs her on. it's a lot of aggressive pigtail pulling and he likes getting her riled up. syb thinks it's just him being an asshole and it takes her so long to realize that he's doing it because he also doesn't know how else he's supposed to get her attention or feel her body against his. idiots...the both of them...

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

ahhhhhhh....so....they are the masters of saying "i love you" without actually saying "i love you." tbh i'm not even sure if they ever use those words with each other. BUT. syb is the first to confess, and she does it the night she surrenders to him (which is also the first time she lets herself think "I love him" as a complete thought). honestly? "take me home" and "let's go home" are more meaningful three word phrases for them, and when sybille says "take me home, jacob" when she hands herself over to him, he knows that she's confessing her feelings for him.

[see this prompt fill for a first daft of this particular scene fl;akfjd]

👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?

lmao considering how both of them are lowkey suicidal and both were fully prepared to die at each other's hands and neither thought they'd make it through the Collapse....they just wanted to be together. to enjoy each other's company because after so long, they've finally found someone who understands and accepts them, ugly truths and all. they really don't care about the specifics of the future. just so long as they're together for it, standing side by side and giving each other strength :') but yeah. generally they stay in the moment because they never know which one will be their last.

and then they spend seven years apart, thinking they've lost that future together only to find each other once again in New Eden, and when they do they're determined to live out the rest of their lives together in a humble existence, hunting and growing their own food and protecting what remains of Joseph's followers (i also just...have half a mind for them to raise ethan in this au. like sorry joe, but ur kid is shitty and i think syb and jacob could have raised him better)

#r: define your meaning of war #thank you skelly~ <3

[emeritus-fuckers]

how do you do, fellow queers, look how fucking professional i'm being this time, sending an ask like commonfolk/j

for the match-up re-run bc i wanna see nyx struggle with repugnant <3

1. Your identity! i'm sorry for the research nyx

i can very proudly call myself a faggot. my pronouns are they/she/he/xey/per/ghoul, but i'm slowly moving away from the "standard" ones. multigender, but they're all xenogender (ghoulgender, ghoulettegender, gooregender, chaosgender). multisexual (pansexual, asexual, lesbian, aegosexual, orchidsexual, berrisexual). aroallo (aegoromantic, desinoromantic, grayromantic, demiromantic). autistic. theistic satanist.

2. Who do you like?

repugnant. death metal racoons my beloved.

3. What do you look like?

there's a picture. i just dress more like a metalhead now. still wearing too much jewelry. i'm still short (it is a tragedy).

4. What's your personality?

i hate whoever came up with these questions (ekhem, myself).

ISTP-T, according to a quiz i did just before writing this. i'm relatively apathetic, only ever getting truly emotional when i'm overwhelmed. touch-repulsed, but touch-starved when it comes to people close to me. i'm quiet and distant around strangers, but get talkative and open with friends. i struggle with serious self-esteem issues (diagnosed depression, cheers) and i get very anxious about my friends just not liking me anymore and usually need to be yelled at to get my shit together. and then cuddled because i got yelled at. my relationship with emotions is complicated, as i only feel a very faint outline of an emotion most of the time, but i've learned to adapt to it over time and i'm pretty good at adapting my behavior so it looks like i feel a complete emotion.

when it comes to affection, i'm like a cat. i love it, but only when i want it. otherwise i will run away. i also show it in inconvenient ways, i suppose, like randomly grabbing my friends with a weird noise or sometimes (if we're really close) biting them. i feel very uncomfortable around most children, so i despise them.

5. Tell us about your interests!

i'd say repugnant, ghost and in this moment would be my top three bands to listen to, but i also like vocaloid and dolly parton. i always have to have something playing in the background or it's too quiet for me and i lose my shit. i like to read, but i much prefer to overanalyze everything and come up with ridiculous theories and headcanons to write about (i think emeritus-fuckers is proof of that). I like writing, but only stuff i actually enjoy writing, not whatever bullshit they're coming up with for uni. I can't write porn, yet people seem to think that i can, which is honestly hilarious to me.

i like making bracelets and other arts and crafts things, though i suck at it and usually it looks like trash.

i like video games, mostly sims 4 (finally figured out how to furnish it hallelujah) right now, but i like classic assassin's creed games (which means everything that came out before Origins/Odyssey bc fuck i hate these), the saints row series and skyrim too. and uncharted, too. and i guess tekken, but i'm just there for the hotties tbh.

i don't really watch movies, but if i had to pick a favorite, it would either be scream, pearl or shrek.

6. Trivia time!

i know way too much about butterflies and moths.

i have a framed attacus atlas.

my favorite food is instant cupped carbonara.

i have a dog (everyone has seen her at this point tbh).

i have a figurine of the batman who laughs and his three robins.

i love juice. especially apple-cherry juice.

i'm a terrible cook, i can make like three dishes and that's it.

i hate working under pressure and/or with deadlines.

i have a rather controversial sense of humor.

i love wearing too much jewelry.

i adore matching things, from jewelry to tattoos.

and here's a few pics of my cuddle monster.

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is…Mary Goore... and DD Sars... and kinda the rest of the band...

Hear me out on this haha, I have spent way too much time thinking about this and well you'll see XD - Nyx

So you met Mary first. They thought you looked cool so they went over to you.

You got chatting and you just kinda clicked with each other. Especially since you both have a controversial sense of humour. Mary enjoys throwing a few playful insults at you and getting all of that back and some.

You met up a few more times, enough so that you became comortable around Mary and them you. Although there was a discussion about your boundaries when you had to explain that you are like a cat, you only want affection when you are in the mood. Which of course Mary respected.

Mary after really getting to know you declared you one of their favourite ever people by lightly biting your shoulder. (This was okay as you way of telling them the same was to display your affection with a bite.)

Mary then proudly introduced you to the rest of the band. You quickly became close with all of them as to be with Mary is to be with the band. When Mary mentioned you had a dog E. wanted to see lots of pictures. He just kinda quietly sat there as you scrolled through them.

You made them all bracelets, G. got very excited by this. You said they look like trash and DD just kinda rounded on you. He firmly told you about how they weren't trash and how could you be so stupid to think so low of yourself. You just kinda nodded and then spend the rest of the day being cuddled by G.

DD does however get you. He never says it to you but its shown through his actions. He will just quitly sit and listen if you want to talk about it. He might say that you are a fucking weirdo but his expression tells the real story. He understands you and he knows what its like to have a complicated realtionship with emotions. There is a really nice companionship you two have because of this.

Mary noticed how you look at DD like you want him to sit on your face. So one night they say to you while pointing at DD "all you have to do is ask, you know, DD would be more than happy to" and then they gave you a little wink. Mary left it with you, it's totally up to you if you want to follow through on that or not...

~

Written by Nyx

#match up #match up event #ghoulettka #repugnant band #repugnant #mary goore #mary goore x reader #dd sars #dd sars x reader #g grotesque #e forcas

[tmos-time]

I may just be autisming but what are your thoughts on the fact that we're gonna see two confirmed violet bloods in hiveswap act 3 (I personally don't think fiamet is actually a violet blood I think she mugged someone otherwise she would have no reason to talk in grey really), because like, we're finally gonna see if other violet bloods are similar to eridan or if he's an outlier, or like, what is seadweller society actually like??? Im stimming over here on we get to see so much in hiveswap act 3

oooh honestly? not entirely sure what my thoughts are tbh! as much as i want to be REALLY invested, act 2 was so "ah, okay" for me that i still havent tried to 100% the achievements lmao; im sure the next act will be fine, but being wary means i just havent been following too closely lol

anyways; jerran with the big beanie (and tie and jacket and shades lmao) looks like he has a personality i might like under that busy design, but i feel like i'd need to see some actual interaction to get a better impression lmao

fiamet is very cute!! extra applause for the aquamino sign being associated with her lmao; now that you say it, i wouldnt necessarily be surprised if they pull a twist on fiamets blood-- starting to suspect it, the more i think about it-- but i think it'd be more interesting if she was violet! with those olive accents, even if she turns out to be lime instead, i think it'd just feel like someone messing around with fanon nepeta's whole shtick as a new character, yknow? at least as a violet blood it'd feel more like a bloodswap turned original character; though i suppose theres always the chance ill feel different or be proven wrong on that vibe check when i get to play the chapter lmao

cridea feels..? generic? maybe unimposing is what im looking for; everything about her besides the violetblood traits and accessories feels VERY background character of her, and hearing her hive theme makes me think of an old middleschool "best friend" im not too fond of; i just find im more excited about seeing a seadweller on my screen than i am wanting to know her when it comes down to this one lmao

all in all, hesitantly hopeful that ill grow to enjoy them all once we actually see the game!

#tmos opens mail #gl1tchypyr0 #hopefully my thoughts on it dont happen to bum you out or anything! super fun to see people are very invested and hyped up about this hehe #i think part of the reason im only passively anticipating is because of how long the waits been LMAO #good that they're taking their time yet the excitement is on the backburner <3 #will also say! not sure if im entirely ready to know how they're going to take seadweller lore LMAO #it seems like they'll be more unique for in-caste character traits than the other castes but idk!

[indelibleevidence]

Hey! I have seen your fanfiction questions post and I would love to hear about #1 and #9 for Damaged Goods, if you feel like it ( tbh, I would love to hear anything you want to share about this fic 🙈) . I'm Eldaranel on AO3 btw, so my comment that I have a lot of thoughts about this story still very much stands 😁

Thank you !!

Oh, hey! I didn't know that was you, thank you again for caring about my incredibly niche little playground! ❤ I'm just sorry it took me so long to respond to your comments - I get them to my email inbox, but since I don't really go on AO3 much, I go, 'Must respond to that next time I log in!' and then don't update anything for months, and forget all about it until I finally have something to post, and see the comments in my AO3 inbox. *cringe* But I am SO happy you enjoyed my Remi - she's a complete mess of anger and regret, but I love her.

1) What made you write the fic this way?

It was supposed to be a one-shot! 🤦‍♀️I just watched Kurt and Remi in 4x07, and I found their chemistry just mind-blowingly amazing. That 'we're not dead' after Remi was clinging to Kurt for dear life, and knowing that season 3 had a moment just like it where Jane confessed that disarming bombs was 'kinda hot' - something in my brain just seized on that and hasn't let it go since.

So I wanted an excuse for Reller to have sex - that was the reason I started it - but it wouldn't have made sense without both characters having semi-plausible reasons for doing so, so by the time I actually got to the smut, I was already four or five chapters in. By the time I'd written that, canon had gotten to the magical return of Jane, which was incredibly disappointing to me, since I (and many other people in the Tumblr fandom) had been anticipating what would happen as Remi gradually got her Jane memories back, the same way way Jane remembered flashes of her old life as Remi in the first three seasons. So that was when the fic went from 'changed a couple of canon details' to '4x08 and 4x09 never happened, and Remi cured herself and vanished'.

From there I had to get Reller in contact again (because more smut needed to happen, obviously), but I've always had the headcanon that Remi would never have gotten on board with Shepherd's plan if there'd been nukes involved. After all, she saw an entire village destroyed by the US military because they were trying to obliterate her - the injustice of that was what sent her back to Shepherd. So I think Remi would only have agreed to a plan to take out the government, with a few unavoidable civillian casualties, but not the widespread devastation of Phase Two as it almost came to pass. Shepherd losing both of her children to ZIP made her even more twisted, and the nukes were a late-stage addition to Phase Two (at least, this is how I interpret canon).

The idea that Kurt's image of what Remi was capable of might be distorted - that he'd think she was unbothered by the idea of nuking the entire East Coast - was really intetesting to me, and how he'd battle his disgust for what she was willing to do, and what she HAD done to his family by posing as Taylor Shaw. Balancing against that, his love for Jane and his need to get his wife back, and the realisation that Remi had good qualities as well as bad, and that her hatred of him was a defense mechanism, as much as it was based on what he'd helped Jane do to her life.

Basically I wanted them to both realise they were wrong about each other, and to find ways to very slowly fall in love again, despite so many misunderstandings and preconceptions, and getting past those wrong assumptions.

...I just didn't realise that it would grow into such a monster epic in my brain, and by the time I realised the ideas had gone from snowball to avalanche, and this would be an overly complex series of fics with hundreds of thousands of words overall, the show was over, and most of the fans had drifted off to other things. I've got disabilities that make fic writing a far more exhausting process than it used to be, and it seemed like most people preferred Jane over Remi anyway, so I decided it wasn't really worth putting hundreds of hours into writing the whole series, when I could just daydream the scenes in my brain. But I knew a small number of people were interested, so I turned my notes into paragraphs for them to get at least a little bit of an idea of where I'd been planning to go.

Then along came @nachosncheeze, and she went totally nuts over my Rellerverse (in the best way), so I showed her the small mid-scene snippet I'd put down in proper fic format from the end of the arc, where Kurt realises that it's Remi he wants in his life, not just the part of her that's Jane-y. And she loved it, and fed all my plot bunnies with carrot-flavour steroids, so I decided to write the rest of that angst-fest of a story, despite the three or four fics in the middle (after Crossroads) that I'd skipped. That's about 12k words now, but I haven't posted any of it yet. It's closer to finished than not, though! I'm slowly getting there. I just don't want to start posting another unfinished WIP, since I already have six or seven.

9) Were there any alternate versions of the fic?

Some small changes - like I was going to have Kurt handcuff himself to Remi while she slept off her migraine in Strikethrough - so that she wouldn't be able to tell him to go fuck himself and then storm out, when he tried to persuade her to stick around and pretend to be Jane. But I couldn't make it work with the mercenary battle I'd planned, so I scrapped it. I do really like the idea of Reller cuffed to each other, though. 😁

#fic meme #ask response

[autisticandroids]

i also just read expectations and i'm curious about what else you thought of it, if you don't mind sharing! though i haven't read **** ************* the comparison's got me 👀

i liked expectations. i generally like everandanon's work, tbh. there are some things i really like about expectations (the anachronism stew of the setting made it feel almost steampunk-y, which was fun; i love the way cas is gendered in it, a lot more complexity than you'd expect from the premise; cas and anna's dynamic was a real treat), but it has a number of flaws that annoyed me as well as stuff that just wasn't my taste so i would say it's definitely not my favorite everandanon piece. i might reread parts of expectations for the sake of discussing it in the future, but i don't think i would reread the whole thing, whereas i'm currently considering just rereading issues for the joy of it, you know?

anyway re: expectations and wu:

Cas reads his sister’s letter a few times over the course of the day. Dean doesn’t show up for their riding lesson, but Cas forgets it, anyway, not remembering until the sun is halfway down. He’s thought about it, and thought about it, and thought about it some more, and he understands what Anna was afraid of. You’re the strongest, most stubborn person I know, and you can survive anything. And I know that to do that, you have to want to, so please at least want to for my sake. There is a part of himself, Cas thinks, that woke up today and did not want to. But Anna is out there, and he loves her more than anyone or anything in this world — and if this is what she’s asked of him, then this is what he’ll do. What he cannot do, he decides, is continue in this back and forth of tension and antagonism with Dean. He was angry, and he was right to be angry — but it doesn’t help him. Cas is more fragile than he knew, and while there was some peculiar satisfaction to be found, being so bold with Dean — feeling free to — he’s not free. He never was, and he never will be. The thing to do now is to accept that, and finally, actually try to make the best of it. Sitting in tense silence with and snapping at Dean is not making the best of it, even if it made him feel better, for a time. At this point, he just needs to let it go. This is . . . it’s his life, now. And he’s tired of feeling worse and worse about it. He never thought he’d miss New Eden, not when Anna was no longer even there, but he does, because in New Eden, he woke up and did what he was supposed to and he didn’t worry about whether it was fair or not. He didn’t trouble himself with things he lacked, or things he wanted. He needs to relearn how to set all those things aside and just live. And because his life now consists of this room, a garden, and Prince Dean of Winchester— He’s going to have to try to make the best of all three.

Expectations, by everandanon, Chapter 5

But the end result of this pain is something Dean has been begging for since the beginning. He wants Castiel to stay here and love him. At the same time, Castiel can't help but think this is the only way for him to survive. To want to survive, and to be happy. Hating Dean for bringing him here won't help him. Even if Castiel were still capable of that emotion when it comes to Dean. "Dean, have you ever heard of natural and synthetic happiness?" Dean frowns, taking out the toasted bread. "What like, happiness from drugs?" Castiel shakes his head. "No. Natural happiness is the joy we feel from getting what we want. Synthetic happiness is still experiencing joy when we don’t get what we want, or we get something else, or when we're not given a choice." Dean stares at him, a stick of butter in hand. "Explain that again to me." "You're happy as a hunter, right?" "Yeah," Dean says suspiciously. "But that's not a choice you made for yourself." "Hey, I love hunting," he begins defensively. "I help people and get to kill stuff. Demons and angels and all that shit, not so much," he says with a grimace. "But I enjoy my work." Castiel smiles faintly. "That's exactly what I mean, Dean. You didn't make that choice, and yet you find joy in it." "You're saying that's artificial? Doesn't feel artificial, dude." Castiel wonders if it would, for him. He's always half-attributed closed opportunities and limited choices to some kind of fate, and been happy with what he'd been given. "No, it doesn't. The idea is that we choose whether we are happy, Dean." He pauses. "They did a study where there was a final project in a class – two photos. Half were told they could only choose to keep one and frame it, while the other half were told they could change their minds at a later date and receive the other photo. Those not given the option of changing their minds were happier with their choice." "Not being given a choice," Dean rephrases. Castiel meets his eyes. "Yes." "Like you weren't," Dean says. Not a question. "Yes," Castiel admits quietly. Dean turns off the burner and puts down the butter. Instead of kneeling, he actually sits cross-legged on the floor right next to Castiel's chair, so he has to look up at him. "What do you think of synthetic happiness, Cas?" "The researcher says that most of the happiness we feel in life is synthetic," Castiel says. "Being content with your job. Your pay scale. Finding someone else who doesn't fit all your wants, but you love them anyway. Some say private or personal happiness is a better description." "That's a good summary, but that doesn't tell me what you think," Dean says gently. Castiel begins to speak, then stops. Does happiness mean surrender? Can he surrender without giving himself over to Dean, accept only his circumstance, and demand equality and respect on the rest? "I don't know." Dean rubs little circles on his knee, and then kisses it. "All right. Thank you, Cas. You've given me some stuff to think about." He smiles. "In a good way. No worries, okay?" Castiel nods silently.

With Understanding, by apokteino, Chapter 7

i think i have made my point.

#spn #with understanding cw #kidnapping tw #stockholm syndrome tw

[paperstarwriters]

Your Enemy

I do not have consistent formatting for stories on tumblr and tbh I don't think I ever will.

Posting this as a little personal birthday treat for myself! Finals are closing in and Paper due dates are coming up so I'll be away for a while again.

Honestly, Muriel has done a bit of teasing in the game (Have you seen the cards scene??? Muriel CHEATS FOR YOU then he proceeds to BETRAY YOU – LIKE– MY HEART?! THIS SNARKY FLIRTY SWEET LITTLE–) I feel like we never really see sass or teasing from Muriel in fanfics which is really no fair at all. When he isn't focused on saving the world (or your rear end from water) he's really not that stressed. So yeah, this is a little while into a relationship with him, and a little exploration of Muriel's more teasing side.

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The room Nadia usually provided you was always something comfortable. Luxurious in a way that you never had access to before. Before you met Muriel that is, and before you found yourself tumbling into the chaos Lucio left in his wake. Yet, however comfortable, a gilded cage was still a damn cage. Something you knew your guard understood, and yet he still wouldn't let you go.

Muriel sat by the door under orders from Nadia to keep you inside.

If you really wanted to leave you could, but that would ruin half the fun of it.

If you wanted to leave you needed to sneak out. You glanced at the window.

"Please don't," Muriel said as if he could read your mind, "I know Julian and Portia would, but that's reckless and dangerous. I don't want you getting hurt."

You couldn't help but smile. "I thought we were supposed to be enemies? Isn't that why you're keeping me here?"

He flushes at your teasing tone, but considers your words before he replies. "Just because we're on different sides, doesn't make us… enemies." It was barely noticeable, but Muriel's soft bottom lip jutted out. Just a bit, a tiny pout as he tried to argue against you.

"Oh? What are we then if not enemies? Asra and Julian seem to be enemies right now, and I'm sure Portia and Nadia are calling each other enemies as well." You almost laugh as the red of his cheeks spread to his ears. If not for the little game you'd be cuddling up in his lap already – actually, who said you couldn't? If you could convince him to let you leave…

"Well, we wouldn't be 'enemies' if you joined us."

Your eyes went wide. "Are you trying to get me to betray my friends?" Despite your best efforts your lips still curled into a grin. Almost trying to hide it, you turned away, a hand to your chest in a dramatic flourish that would make Julian proud. "You want me to betray Julian? To betray Portia?"

Muriel shrugged, the corner of his lips turning up a fraction. A tiny smirk curved his kissable lips, and you could swear your eyes were growing wider. "I don’t think Portia is going to last if Nadia catches her."

Your smile falls, and in it's place, warmth blooms. Hot as a fever, scalding almost, and you couldn't tell if it was embarrassment, or the fact that you could be facing the same 'predicament' if you continued on. If that wasn't incentive, you had no idea what in the 22 realms could be.

Muriel kept your gaze, evaluating your reaction with careful consideration, despite the light hues of red spreading down his neck. His gaze flickered to your lips and you wondered if he stared at your lips before you had even tried to banter.

It would be so easy to just fall into his embrace. Lean into his touch and "betray your friends" let everything just fall away. No one would know anyways, the others too busy with each other, just like you could be…

Oh, but if you continued now you knew the ride down would be so much more fun. That's why you were doing all of this after all, right? The entire charade was all just fun and games. Asra and Julian were having fun "proving a point", Portia and Nadia were having fun chasing each other around, you'd be damned if you couldn't have fun with a little bit of banter.

"I can't so easily betray my friends, no matter how handsome you are. What if instead…. you," you strolled up to him, and pressed a finger to his chest, "joined me?" you point to yourself.

The contact between your finger and his chest lasted only a few seconds at the very most, but you could still feel just how warm he was. A little muffled through the shirt, but a pleasant soothing warmth regardless. It almost made you shudder at the loss of it.

Again he considers your words as if you were speaking genuinely, as if the situation was real. He shakes his head, you knew he would, but he grabs you by the wrist as well, fingers pressing into your flesh. Firm, but not discomforting. It beckons you to stay. Beckons you to him. Almost reverently, he stares at where your hands meet.

"…You know I can't betray Asra… I… thought you couldn’t either." So… soft. His voice has no bite. No threatening, no clear teasing. Just soft and concerned, with a tinge of disappointment in his tone. If you were anyone else, you might have thought he was genuinely speaking. You would have thought he was truly disappointed in you, truly sad that you were not by his side in the little game, but his fingers still pressed into your wrist and you could still see the tiniest quirk of his lips.

"I…" how do you respond to that? "…Asra… stole from Julian first…

Muriel's fingers shifted slightly, the calloused pad of his thumb rubbing soothing lines along your veins. You couldn't think of Asra, you couldn't consider your apparent betrayal of them — not when Muriel glanced up to you with wide longing eyes, and an ever growing grin – no, smirk – dancing along his lips.

Fingers dug delicately into your wrist once more, as Muriel relaxed his arm, letting it bend and drop, taking you down to him. Calloused pads brushed against your flesh, as he readjusted to hold you better. His hand snaked up your arm, the other coming to help, resting on the small of your back.

You couldn't even struggle.

A trap. You fell into a trap. No — a trap would snap you up, cage you in place, you would want to escape a trap. This was more like sinking into a pit of quicksand, or falling asleep in a tub of warm, soothing water, easing away all your worries and cares, melting stress off your bones… Muriel snaked his arms protectively around your torso, almost binding your arms down to your sides.

His face found shelter in your shoulder, breath fluttering down along your collarbone. Sinking, sinking, sinking.

"Can't you join us? …please? I don't want to be your enemy." chapped lips brushed against your skin as he spoke. Almost a kiss. Too close to be considered anything else. Too brief to leave you anything but longing.

For a long moment filled with tingling desire, you could not speak. Any attempt was met with a gentle brush of his lips against your tender skin, or a purposeful gust of breath blown down your front. You were choking on your words, and by the time you managed to say anything, you could only manage a bitter, bitter hiss

"Cheater."

Muriel smiled. You could feel it against your skin.

"You were going to do the same." He tilted his head just a little, enough for you to see his eyes and smile. Enough to let you see how red his face had become.

"I was…not…" he pressed his face against you again, this time, closer to your neck. This time, kissing your pulse. It shut you up immediately.

He doesn't reply, humming instead, right against your skin and making you gasp. You can feel his stubble brushing gently against your skin, prickling lightly, though not unpleasant. It's never unpleasant, not from him.

The silence lasts for a while, Muriel in no hurry to try and break it. His hands rest on your lower back tracing gentle patterns along your spine though your clothes. Fingers brush against the hem of your pants but they never dare travel any lower than that. It's just Muriel hugging you. Face buried in the crook of your neck, hands warm on your lower back. Just like you'd do at home, sitting in front of the fireplace, Inanna either curled around your or trying to squeeze her way in between you. You can't help but lean into him. You can't help but drown in his warmth.

You bury your face in his hair, smelling like the forest after rain, and myrrh, a deep and soothing smell that has your arms curling at his sides, stopped only from fully reaching around his back by the door he sat against.

"Asra didn't actually steal anything… did they?" Muriel asks, this time taking care to lean back and look at you.

All your resistance softens, and you break the façade. Just for now, you assure yourself. Though you know if Muriel keeps kissing your neck you wouldn't be able to keep it up. "They did steal something apparently, but Portia said it was something that Julian was going to throw out anyways. He's just salty that Asra was able to out-sneak him."

Muriel rolls his eyes and chuckles, shaking his head, leaning back towards your neck. "So why don't you join us? Why don't you………...join… me…." He presses his face back into your neck, a little harder this time, arms holding you a little tighter while he mutters into your skin. "How can you say that so easily?"

You laugh then, into his hair, pressing yourself closer to him. "You've been taunting me this entire time, and you can't ask that?"

It was almost as if he was trying to hide in your shoulder, shuffling so his hair better covered his face. "It feels weird to say." You can feel him pouting, but you'd be willing to bet there's still a slight smile on his lips.

"What's something that wouldn't feel weird to say then?"

"…I love you."

He says it so slowly, so softly, letting you feel his warm breath on you, letting you feel the shape of his lips as he says it. Is it really a surprise that you end up speechless all over again?

An involuntary moan slips from your lips and Muriel freezes in place. Your breathing turns heavy, your vision ever so slightly blurry tying to focus on him, and him alone. The rest of the world just a distant backdrop. Julian could blow up a part of the palace and you didn't think you'd even be aware. He kisses your neck again, and this time, dares to even brush his teeth against your skin. It's nothing new, he's done this before, he's marked you thousands of times, but your breath stops regardless.

You love the feeling of Muriel laving at your neck, the warmth of him wrapped all around you, it makes you feel loved. It makes you feel whole in a way only he could provide. And yet, there's a part of you that feels denied. Your lips feel lonely, oh so lonely, and his feel so warm against your skin. Arms still trapped under his and uninterested in trying to squirm to get them free, you press your face against his hair, planting a few kisses as you do, encouraging him away from your neck for more… pressing matters. He leans back, face flushed and eyes wide and worried, but you stop him from asking. Your lips slot against his, and all worry evaporates in the warmth of it all.

It never fails to amaze you how easily Muriel melts whenever you kiss, or how contagious the feeling was. His hands find their place along your hips and he holds you there, fingers digging into flesh, not bruising, not hurting, just to know that you're real and he's real. Your own hands curl higher up his back, fingers spread wide trying to hold him closer, push him closer, and keep him there, with you.

He pulls back first, with a victorious smile brighter than the sun itself. "So does this mean you'll betray Portia and Julian?"

You grin right back at him. "Only if you betray Asra and Nadia too."

"Okay."

No hesitation, and he leans in for another kiss. Deeper, closer, warmer. It’s shorter than the last, but no less loving. You barely have time to be surprised. When you break away again, Muriel's eyes linger on your lips, breath as heavy as yours.

"How… how could you betray Asra so easily?"

"I'm not actually–" You smile at him, dopey grin for sure, still dazed by his kisses, drunk off of the tingling feelings burning in your chest. Regardless, he seems to get the message. "Ah.. Right, uh…" He has to close his eyes, turning away from you to focus, and you can't help but snicker at the sight. You were ruining him just as much as he was ruining you. Green eyes flicker back open to stare at you, spurred on by the sound of your giggles, and his lips twist into a pout. "I can't think of anything."

You can't help your giggles anymore, and you take the chance to squirm your arms from his embrace and wrap them around his neck. "It doesn't matter anymore anyways. We're our own team now, right?"

He smiles. "Right. I won't betray you."

"Promise?"

He hums, and presses another kiss to your lips, then your cheek, and then your nose, forehead and temple. It makes you laugh, it makes you lean in closer to him, and tuck your face into the crook of his neck, intent on exacting your revenge.

A knock tears you apart.

You almost leap from his arms at the sound, but Muriel's hold on your hips remains ever steady. Instead of letting you go, he heaves you into the air as he stands, and though you feel so much colder when he sets you back on the ground, his hand still remains affectionately slung around your torso.

He opens the door, and is met with a certain smiling, eye-patched doctor, who's smile quickly slips from his face.

"Ah, uh – hello there Muriel! You, uh, wouldn't happen to be… Ah…" and his eye lands on you still stuck to Muriel's side, though you'd like nowhere else to be. His grin grows, and he sends you a… wink(? it's hard to tell with the eye patch) as he begins to back away. "Oho? Seducing your way out? Clever as ever! I'll leave you to it, but I just came by to say that I got it and—"

"They aren't on your 'team' anymore," Muriel says bluntly.

Julian's eyes go wide. Glancing between you and Muriel before he presses the back of his hand to. His forehead in a staple Julian-dramatic flourish. It makes you laugh and makes Muriel smile a little, though he isn't looking at Julian.

"What? Oh the betrayal! You wound me, you really do! Alas, you've betrayed me for the loosing team!" He flourishes the trinket, but has enough sense to swipe it back as soon as possible, lest Muriel snatch it from his hands. Unfortunately it means you never really got to see what it was. "Now, if you excuse me—" as if on cue, a bolt of magic whizzes just behind Julian, sending Julian scrambling before he can even offer a proper goodbye.

Door left open in his wake, Asra caches sight of you and grins. Clearly busy they don't have the time to offer much else besides a wave and a wink, but Muriel averts his eyes at the gesture regardless. You can hear Asra laugh as they run down the halls, but it fades after a loud crash.

Hallway empty, Muriel brings his hand to yours, and entwines your fingers, leading you by the hand to lead you from your temporary prison.

"What happened to keeping me here?" you ask, teasing all over again

He shrugs. "I'm not on Nadia's team anymore."

You almost snicker at his reply, a mutual victory in the end. "Where are we off to next then?"

"Home," he says softly. Its an offer, not an answer, to which you near light up in reply.

Home. Oh, you were in for a treat.

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tbh I didn't know how to end this one so just take what you get and be happy about it

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Four days had passed since my last long interaction with Jennifer Honey. I'd brushed past her in the halls, exchanging small smiles or brief greetings, but no long conversations. However today seemed to be my lucky day, for as I entered my classroom I found the woman standing at my desk and observing the new flowers that had been placed there with a small smile on her face. The view brought a smile of my own onto my face and I paused to just watch her for a second. But eventually I cleared my throat and her head snapped towards me, a surprised but pleased expression already there. I returned the smile, a little wider as I noticed the faint flush that appeared on her neck.

"Miss Honey. How are you?" I asked, and the woman hummed, retracting her hand and folding it behind her as she responded "I just wanted to check up on you. We haven't spoken much in a bit, I wanted to know how you were doing with your class." The words widened my smile further, almost revealing my teeth as I walked towards her; "Oh, it's simply wonderful! The children are always so excited, they behave well, everything is so much better than I'd expected." Miss Honey also smiled a bit brighter, nodding along with my words and watching me drift through my classroom, picking things up and making sure everything was ready.

I could feel her eyes on me as I moved, and almost smirked and how flustered she got when I said "I can feel you staring," though I did have to chuckle. She stuttered out an apology but I brushed it away with a quiet "No need to apologize. What is it?" Miss Honey bit her bottom lip for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, so I continued to finish up my daily rounds and return to my desk, leaning against the front of it only a few feet away from the woman. Finally she spoke; "Miss Davis, I--" "Please just call me Clara. We're both adults here, I don't mind." I interrupted her, and though I did feel a bit bad about that, the way it made her blush really did make up for it.

"A-Are you sure? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." I sighed and gave her a small smile. "Miss Honey, why would I suggest it if I wasn't okay with you doing it? Please," and after a deep breath, the woman finally mumbled "Alright. If you insist. A-And...if you'd like..." she couldn't seem to find the right words, so I figured I might as well help her lest she get frustrated. "Can I call you Jennifer?" Her mouth shut quickly and nodded, giving me a smile that expressed her gratitude for me stepping in. Nodding as well, I asked "So is there anything else you need? I think my first class should be coming in soon." I didn't mean to make it seem like I wanted her to leave, in fact I wouldn't have minded if she had stayed, but the woman seemed to have taken it the wrong way as she quickly straightened her posture just a bit more and muttered "Oh, no no. That--That should be all. Enjoy your class Mi--C-Clara."

I grinned and hummed in agreement, saying "I will. Thank you Jennifer. I'll see you later, I suppose?" She nodded once and sent me a tiny smile before darting out of the room, her steps quick and fluid, and I chuckled quietly, shaking my head at her silliness.

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"Miss Davis!" I turned my head with a smile, looking to the student who had called out for me, sitting up a bit as I saw who it was. "Matilda! How are you, my dear?" The girl grinned and bounced on her heels; "Oh I'm just wonderful. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment." The way she spoke still amazed me, for her age it was so strange to hear. But I nodded nonetheless, leaning forward on my elbows and gesturing for her to continue. "Well I had a question on one of the structures..."

So I spent the next ten minutes sitting with Matilda and going over some of her assignments that she was curious about, giggling and joking every so often. She was a curious, brilliant child, always asking questions and making comments. It was quite a difference from what I was used to with children her age, but it was a wonderful experience. Once she was sated with her knew knowledge she grinned and thanked me, once again bouncing excitedly. "Thank you, Miss Davis, I really appreciate it." "Oh, it was no problem, dear. You know, you're a very bright girl. Do you read a lot?" Matilda giggled and nodded as she replied "Oh yes, I love to read. Books are just so wonderful, don't you think?"

I also nodded, smile growing subconsciously. "I do. What kinds of things do you all read?" The girl hummed and thought for a moment before muttering "All kinds of things. Emily Dickinson, Herman Melville, Charles Dickson, everything." "Oh, I love those authors as well. Do you have any favorites?" Matilda shrugged and said "Not really. Though I quite enjoy Moby-Dick." I hummed and laughed quietly, nodding once again. "I like that book, between you and me, I've read it an obscenely large amount of times. It's just so good!" I mumbled, my words quiet as if I was speaking a close secret.

Matilda giggled again and made a few more comments on some of her favorite stories, most of which I'd also read, though she did tell me about a few that I hadn't, and I promised to check them out from the library. "Mom and I go to the library a lot, it's fun." The girl eventually said, and I cocked my head slightly to the side, asking "Really? Well I'm glad you both enjoy doing that, my mother and I didn't do many things together, so I'm glad you get to do things like that with her. It sounds like she's a wonderful mother." "Oh yes she really is, I--"

"Matilda? Are you in here?" Both of us looked to the door as a familiar face appeared in the threshold, a worried expression on her face. "Oh, Jennifer! I apologize, it seems I kept Matilda longer than I thought." Meanwhile Matilda laughed and dashed towards the young principal, practically leaping at her and causing the woman to stumble back a bit, but she wrapped her arms around the significantly shorter child and grinned, giggling with her. Once they settled down, both looked back to me, still sitting at my desk and watching them, a soft smile on my lips. "Oh, it's no problem. I was just worried because she usually comes and finds me after her last class." Jennifer said, and I nodded, standing up in order to walk closer to the pair of brunettes.

The older of the two had a slight blush creeping up her neck at the use of her first name, apparently still not used to it. I chuckled and crossed my arms across my chest, stopping a few meters away and glancing between them, considering what to say. Finally I settled with "Well it has been a joy talking to you, darling, but I'm sure you have better places to be than sitting around with your music teacher." But Matilda only shook her head, adamantly saying "I like talking to you. You're fun to talk to." Again I snickered, shaking my head playfully. "Oh yes, I'm sure talking about school with a teacher is so very interesting."

Matilda glared at me, her attitude playful as well. Neither of us were paying attention to the other adult in the room, so I didn't see the way she was looking at the two of us interacting with a fond expression, enjoying how well I got along with Matilda. "Well I think it is interesting. You don't act like a teacher, and it's not like you're that old anyway!" "Dear, I'm at least twenty years older than you, I am not--" "Twenty-five isn't old, Miss Davis, come on!" "Well maybe not for you--" "No, just admit it. You're interesting, and I don't care if you don't see it, you can't change my mind." I sighed, pouting and narrowing my eyes at the girl. But finally I gave in and murmured "Fine," and Matilda tittered wickedly and stuck her tongue out at me. I gasped playfully, poking her cheek sharply and repeating her actions, making the young girl giggle again.

As I was about to speak again, I was reminded that we weren't alone when Jennifer said "Girls, come on. Don't be childish." Matilda spun around and pouted, saying "But I am a child." But the woman just gave her a look and mumbled "Matilda..." She then looked up at me with a slightly firmer expression, though it still held no bite as she said "And you. Don't enable her." I chuckled, shrugging and replying "What can I say? She brings out the child in me. Can't blame me for having fun, Jen." And as if the shortening of her name didn't ignite a blush on her cheeks, the wink that I ended the statement with certainly did, apparently rendering her speechless as well. "I-I..." she stuttered, but quickly shut her mouth as she had no idea how to respond. I noted how Matilda glanced between us with a curious expression, bottom lip held between her teeth as she thought.

But I thought nothing of it as I returned my attention to Jennifer, who had managed to reign in her chaotic emotions and ability to speak; "Well I suppose we should be getting home. It's getting late." I frowned in confusion; "Do you walk her home? Don't her parents come to pick her up?" The brought an admittedly teasing smile to the woman's face as she said "No. We go home together." It took me a few more moments to understand what she meant, and my lips parted as I tried to put the pieces together. Finally I gasped and exclaimed "OH! You're--she--Matilda--you're her--oh!" My hands gestured wildly between Matilda and Jennifer as everything fell into place in my head. Both females laughed, Matilda's louder than, apparently, her mother's, and I felt my cheeks heat up as I pouted at their blatant amusement.

"Stop it. How was I supposed to know you were her mom? Goodness gracious, you people and your intuition." I breathed, huffing and rolling my eyes. Finally Jenifer said "Yes. I assumed you already knew, really." Again I huffed, pouting slightly. "Shut up," I murmured, crossing my arms again and turning away, walking back to my desk and sitting down on the wooden surface, still refusing to look at either of them. But when Matilda came up to me and leaned on my knees, puppy-dog eyes and everything as she looked up at me, I whimpered in defeat and ruffled her hair; "Okay. Fine. Stop looking at me like that, young lady, you're making me nervous." Matilda giggled, somehow managing to wrap her arms around my waist and I returned the embrace, chuckling and getting off the desk to crouch down, making it easier for the short girl to reach me.

When we separated a few seconds later I brushed myself off before standing up and looking back to the doorway and saying "Well I'll let you two get home then, I should probably do the same." Jennifer nodded and smiled, glancing down to Matilda as she returned to her mother's side, and I chuckled. We exchanged our goodbyes before parting, and I finished cleaning up my classroom before also leaving, heading out of the school to head home, waving when I saw the two females a few hundred meters away as Matilda noticed me exiting, bouncing up and down a couple times and waving frantically. I could see Jennifer tap her shoulder to calm her down as she looked towards me, also waving a bit. Once they turned to continue their walk home, I did the same, humming a tune under my breath with a smile on my face, terribly excited to see the two again.

#jennifer honey #matilda #jennifer honey x reader #miss honey #embeth davidtz #fanfiction #romance #cute #this took me way too fucking long #i'm so sorry #good god #sorry for the terrible ending btw #🙄😐 #miss honey x reader #first person

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Requested by @elijahs-wife​ : Hi Ashlee!! Could you write a fic using the prompt "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"? Sending love 💗💗

A/N: TEHANI THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ily 💗 I’m sorry this took me a little bit!! I wanted it to be something worth posting! I’m still iffy on it. 

I don’t think I will never NOT be terrified to send something out into the void, so please like/reblog if you enjoyed!! and if you want to read any more from me, feel free to send me a request! I love all our mikaelson boys (except Finn tbh sorry) so i’m down to write for more than just Elijah!

Elijah Mikaelson x female!reader

Word count: 2,970

tw: kind of sad, mentions of being an orphan, not a whole lot!

credit to the gif creator!!

Elijah stood in the crowd, absentmindedly sipping his champagne while listening in on different conversations. Laughter bubbled throughout the compound at another Mikaelson ball. He sighed and made his way to find his brother. He heard Klaus from far off, bickering with Hope about the dress she had chosen for the night.

"Dad, it's my birthday ball. I should be able to wear what I want!" She huffed. Elijah turned the corner into one of the various hallways of the compound, coming around to see the father and daughter facing off.

He chuckled, "Children, please," he said, eyeing Hope's admittedly short dress. Her hair was curled and she sported a sky blue cocktail dress. "Although your father may have a point," Elijah stated, raising an eyebrow.

Klaus gestured to Elijah, "Thank you, brother!" He exclaimed.

"I'm 18! I'm going to wear whatever I want," Hope said, storming into the party with finality. Elijah walked closer to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder, stifling a laugh.

"She is very strong-willed, like her father," He said, raising his champagne flute to his lips. Klaus glared at his brother and sighed. "She has a point though. She is a young woman now. Just give her this one night to do and wear what she wants." The men turned and departed the hallway, heading back into the party. Klaus grabbed a champagne flute and headed to stand on a flight of stairs. Elijah stood at the base, looking into the crowd again.

"May I have your attention!" Klaus called out into the large room, "I would like to say a few words about my daughter, Hope." Klaus smiled down at her as he began his speech. Elijah continued to scan the room. His brother's voice faded from his ears when his eyes landed on a woman amongst the crowd, standing with his sister Freya. She was beautiful, wearing a blush coloured, floor-length dress. Her Y/C/H hair flowing down her back in an elegantly curled braid. She beamed up at Klaus as he gave his heartfelt speech about Hope. Elijah felt an unfamiliar sensation in his chest, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very, very long time.

In unison, the crowd lifted their glasses and cheered, "To Hope!" The woman put her glass to her full, pink lips. The room erupted into conversation and movement, and Elijah lost sight of her. As if jogged from a trance, Elijah put his champagne on the nearest surface and began searching the crowd once more. He pushed passed strangers and friends alike to get to where he had spotted her. He broke through the other side of the crowd, looking around for her or Freya. He found the two making their way around the outskirts of the party, talking and laughing together. He took a second to compose himself, putting his left hand in his suit pants pocket. Taking a deep breath, he followed after her.

"Good evening," he said casually, coming up behind the two women. They turned and Freya greeted him with a smile and a warm hug. The stranger stood by with a polite smile on her face.

"Elijah! I was wondering when I'd see you," she pulled away and turned to the woman next to her. "Y/N, this is my brother, Elijah." Freya smiled at Y/N.

"Hello, Elijah," She greeted, extending her hand. Rather than shaking it, Elijah took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. Blush crept up Y/N's cheeks as Freya's eyebrows raised.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Elijah said, not taking his eyes off her Y/E/C ones. "May I have this dance?" He heard her heartbeat quicken as she gave a small nod, letting Elijah gently tug her to the dance floor.

"I guess I'll just hang out here! By myself!" Freya called after them, huffing to herself.

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Y/N was a New Orleans French Quarter witch. That was how she and Freya had met and became friends. Y/N had started coming around the compound more and more frequently over the following weeks, becoming closer to the Original family. Rosie cheeks and stolen glances at Elijah filled her visits under the excuse of hanging out with Freya. She loved her friend, truly, but she couldn't get her mind off of the oldest Mikaelson brother. He, on the other hand, seemed to distance himself from her after his first introduction. She had hoped that she didn't offend him in some way. “Maybe I’m just not his type,“ She thought to herself.

"Y/N?" Freya's voice sounded in Y/N's head, jogging her from her thoughts.

"What, I'm sorry?" She looked at her friend, confused. They were sitting on a couch located in the library of the compound, pulling a late-night together. Her thoughts of Elijah had distracted her mid-conversation.

Freya rolled her eyes. "I asked if you'd like to come to the Halloween party we're throwing here this weekend. Hope wants it to be a big event, and you know Klaus would do anything to keep her happy." Freya smiled at Y/N.

Y/N nodded, thinking about the father/daughter relationship Hope and Klaus had brought a sad smile to her face. She was glad Hope would have the love of family throughout her life. Y/N was alone in New Orleans, growing up in different foster homes and halfway houses. Her real family unknown to her, she had been tossed from house to house because of the unexplainable things that happened around her. Until she met Vincent, back when he was still married to Eva Sinclair. He taught Y/N about what living in New Orleans really meant for people like her. He made her feel like she belonged.

"I'd love to come! Costume party?" Y/N asked, sipping tea from her mug.

Freya nodded, "Hope wouldn't have it any other way."

–

Elijah rolled his eyes. "I will not be wearing a costume. I believe I may just stay behind and let you all enjoy the fun," He said to Hope and Klaus. Hope was trying on her little red riding hood costume for the party that night when she turned and glared at Elijah.

"Come on, Uncle Elijah. Auntie Bex is! I even got dad some devil horns that he's going to wear, right dad?" She looked over at Klaus who grimaced and looked at Elijah pleadingly.

"Yes, darling, I'll wear them," He said, defeated. Hope smiled and looked back at Elijah. Elijah shook his head again, turning to exit the room.

"Y/N will be there," Hope exclaimed as he walked toward the door. Elijah stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes, sighing. She knew that would get him to come. He wasn’t as good at hiding his feelings as he thought he was, or maybe Hope was just perceptive. Hope smiled triumphantly to herself as she turned back to the mirror to look at her costume once more, perfecting the details.

--

Y/N entered the compound, her dress flurrying around her as she was met by a large crowd of people. The sun had set and the party was in full swing. The Mikaelson’s sure know how to throw a rager, she thought to herself. She walked farther into the crowd, her dress and cloak billowing around her. She headed toward the bar, keeping her eyes peeled for Freya.

"There you are!" Freya's voice came from behind her, muffled by the music. Y/N turned and saw her friend dressed in a bright pink dress, star wand in hand with a large crown atop her head. Y/N stifled a laugh at the sight.

"And what are you supposed to be?" Y/N said over the music.

Freya frowned, "What, you don't get it? I'm Glinda! You know, from The Wizard Of Oz?" She flourished her wand in Y/N's face and laughed.  Freya was already a few drinks in. "Who are you supposed to be?" She asked, her words slightly slurred.

Y/N looked down at her costume, and back up to Freya. "I'm Sarah Sanderson! From Hocus Pocus," Y/N twirled in her spot. She and Freya giggled as Y/N spun. Mid-spin, she spotted Elijah coming down the stairs and her breath hitched in her throat. She didn't take Elijah for the costume type, so she hadn't expected him to be here tonight.

He looked absolutely regal in his black suit and tie. Large white angels wings sprouted from his back. He looked around the room while coming down the stairs, not yet seeing Y/N. Freya followed Y/N's gaze and saw Elijah.  She drunkenly put an arm around Y/N's shoulder.

"You know, I think you have a thing for my brother," She accused. Y/N blushed, turning away from the angel.

"I'm the last person he would be interested in if I was," Y/N cast one last look his way before turning back to the bar, ordering a drink. "Let's get this party started," She said to her friend, giving her a smile. She reminded herself to not get attached. Everyone leaves eventually.

--

Y/N and Freya were joined by Rebekah, but they couldn't quite tell who she was dressed as. All they could tell was that it was tight and it was spandex. The three danced and drank in the middle of the party, not a care in the world. Elijah watched from the bar protectively. Something about this woman was so magnetic, so charming. He couldn't bring himself to admit that there was a flame ignited in his heart at the sight of her. He doesn't let people in. She's a mortal witch, her life span was the blink of an eye compared to his. No, he wouldn't let himself get attached. She would see him for the monster he was. He turned to mingle with the crowd, although he never let the three women leave his line of sight.

Y/N was having the time of her life with her friends, drunkenly dancing the night away.

“I’m going to go grab more drinks!” She slurred to the other two girls. They cheered in response as she turned and stumbled toward the bar. She caught the bartender's attention and ordered. He returned with three shot glasses and she thanked him, turning to get back to dancing. Before she could take a step, she collided with someone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She cried, slurring her words. She stumbled back to look at the person she collided with, finding the handsome angel she had been eyeing earlier. He pursed his lips, wiping the front of his suit with his handkerchief. “Elijah,” she gasped, “I am so sorry, let me he-”

“Do not bother, Y/N,” he said, holding his hand up. He glared in her direction, not looking in her eyes. She gulped at his response.

“Please, let me make it up to you,” She tried dipping her head to catch his eye. He turned and motioned to the bartender for more shots.

“Have a pleasant evening,” He nodded curtly at her and turned to walk away, leaving her standing there, unsure of what just happened. Anger flared in her chest as she watched the angel walk away. She grabbed one of the shots that the bartender had set out and downed it quickly. Taking the other two to her friends, she let the music take her away, continuing to party.

-

The night continued on and the party began to thin out, while the three girls in the center of the dance floor kept going, laughing and dancing. Elijah had kept his eyes on them, amazed at how the two witches could keep up with the vampire. Elijah looked around at the few stragglers left, sitting around drunkenly talking to one another. He made his way across the compound, heading towards the stairs to head up to his room for the night. The music was quieter now,  not as upbeat. Y/N saw him moving across the dance floor and stumbled as fast as she could to get in front of him.

“Elijah,” She slurred,  “Please let me apologize for earlier. Dance with me!” She scooped him away before he could object, wrapping her arms around his neck, not letting him leave.

“Y/N I-” He started, but she shushed him, swaying to the music.

“Elijah I know you don’t like me that much, and I don’t know why but I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for spilling those drinks on you and I’m sorry for making you hate me for whatever reason,” she drunkenly let her head fall on his chest while she spoke, her eyes fluttering shut.

Elijah’s eyes widened at her speech, his hands falling to rest on her back. She hummed at his touch and smiled, eyes still closed. “Y/N… I apologize for making you feel that way, that was not my intention.” He looked down at her, “I just wanted to keep you safe,” He whispered.

Suddenly Y/N slumped into him, dropping like dead weight. Elijah reacted quickly and scooped her up, seeing she had passed out. He looked toward Freya and Rebecca who had already fallen asleep on the couch, snuggling into each other. His heart warmed at the sight of his sisters together. He refocused on the beautiful woman in his arms and began to climb the stairs, heading toward his room. He gently opened the door and crossed the room, laying her in the bed and covering her up. She adjusted into the comfort of the bed, grabbing Elijah’s hand as he slid his arms out from underneath her.

“Stay with me?” she mumbled. His heart softened and he silently agreed, stripping out of his wings and suit jacket. He crossed to the other side of the bed and slid into it, careful not to touch her. She turned to him and opened her eyes slightly. “Will you hold me?” she asked quietly. Tears brimmed her eyes.

He nodded and opened his arms to her, confused and worried. “What’s wrong, darling?” He whispered.

She moved into his open arms and placed her head on his chest, wrapping one arm around the front of him tightly. He felt his shirt dampen where her head lay. He held her close, rubbing one hand up and down her back, waiting for a response. He felt her start to tremble next to him.

“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified,” she whispered into him. She let out a small cry, scared of his reaction. “I’m terrified you’ll hate me for telling you. I’m terrified you’ll leave if we do end up together. I’m terrified of everything falling apart. I’m terrified of people leaving.”

Elijah’s heart cracked at her words.

“Y/N.. I think I’m terrified to admit the feelings I have for you. I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,” He kissed her hair and he felt her relax in his arms. She had fallen asleep on him, inebriated and vulnerable. Elijah held her for the rest of the night, stroking her hair and cherishing the moment.

-

When morning came, Y/N thought her head would explode. She groaned and rolled over, putting her hands over her face. The bed was empty beside her. How did she get in the bed? Her memory was fuzzy, but she remembered large white wings and strong arms carrying her. She sat up in bed, suddenly panicked, realizing who’s room she was in. What else had happened? She concentrated, squeezing her eyes shut.  “I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,“ She remembered hearing his deep voice whisper to her before she fell asleep. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest. Had she dreamt of this confession? Did her drunken subconscious trick her into hearing his voice?

Someone cleared their throat in the doorway, startling her. She looked up to see Elijah holding a tray with water, aspirin, eggs, and toast. She blushed intensely, trying to brush her hair down and make herself look decent. He smiled at her warmly. “Good morning. I apologize for startling you,” He said. He crossed the room to her, putting the tray on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to her.

He stared into her eyes, warmth flooding his chest. “It wasn’t a dream,” he said quietly, confirming her silent hope. He heard her heart flutter at his words.

Tears brimmed her eyes again. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. “What does this mean for us?” She whispered.

He reached out and moved her chin to look at him. “It means I love you.” He smiled at her. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she smiled and leaned forward, closing the space between them. She kissed him with no regard for the world around them. Her hands moved to his neck, tangling in his chestnut hair. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss and laying her on the bed. The eggs and toast got cold before Y/N got to them.

-

“I’ve been wanting this since you asked me to dance that night.” Y/N said, playing with Elijah’s hand as they laid side by side. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” She smiled.

He adjusted to put his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her head. “You will never have to be terrified again. I am here and I’m not leaving you. You have my word.” He moved her chin with his free hand to gaze into her Y/E/C eyes. He kissed her again, hoping to convey his pent up love and lust in one kiss. He knew he’d never be able to make her understand the depths of his affection for her. Just as he knew he may never know the extent of hers for him.

She pulled away slightly and whispered, “I love you and I’m not terrified anymore.”

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1.2 Wendigo

Not a whole lot of deep commentary on this episode tbh

John Winchester is a piss-ass hunter: John Winchester abandoned the Woman In White case with a single innocuous clue about the Black Water Ridge case. If Sam & Dean hadn’t picked up the WIW case, and happened to see the BWR clue, they never would’ve ended up there at all. Jan was, in fact, never here, and probably never planned to be. Again, he finds a case and just leaves it to the boys in the hopes that maybe they’ll catch it and figure it out and not die in the process. They are, of course, already better hunters than he ever is, but jfc dude, so many things could’ve gone wrong with this ‘plan’.

Bisexual Dean Winchester: not really this one is a joke, because the chances of this being intentional part of the writers (at this stage anyway) is less than zero, but Dean says “check out the size of this bear,” and this will never be not funny to me.

Queer/Fem-Coded Dean Winchester (sorta? Idk, this one was harder to categorize): Dean has barely a passing interest in Haley. If anything, he relates to her, making her the first Dean-parallel in the series (and, like so many other Dean-parallels, she’s a woman!)

“I don’t wear shorts” okay Dean, tell that to yourself again in After School Special (4x13) and Baby (11x4)

Dean calls Sam out for being a powder keg and says that isn't like him, "I'm supposed to be the belligerent one." Never mind the abysmal case of show vs tell (which in early eps of most series is very common, we'll give it a pass). I've talked before (I think) about the flip that happens sometime between season one and... idk, 8? where we go from Sam being a hot head to Dean being the one with anger issues. This is the first indication that Dean actually always had an anger problem (though, again, we don't SEE it, we're just told that). And. Idk. Why are you supposed to be the belligerent one, Dean? Because that's what Dad needs you to be?

Speaking of Dad: Sam is dead set on finding him, doesn't even care about finishing this case. What the fuck dude. And HOLY SHIT Dean never even wanted to find Dad, did he? Sam's mission is absolutely about finding Dad in order to find the thing that killed Jess (and Mom). Dean's goal isn't that. "Dad wants us to pick up where he left off. Saving people, hunting things. The family business." At this point, Dean still likes hunting, and this episode shows him as being pretty damn good at it. But this iconic line that we hear repeated dozens of times throughout the series. Dean is perfectly content to carry on the family business, but he has zero urgency in finding dad (because he’s is an abusive asshole)

Harper’s Island (2009) Cast! Why is this on here? Only because there are a bizarre number of cast crossovers and because it was a good show I enjoyed. First on the list: Gina Holden (Haley Collins in this episode, also played Shea Allen on Harper’s Island)

Guess how many times I wrote “I hate John Winchester” in my notes on this episode. Go on. Guess.

Final thoughts: eh. This episode is fine, and I don't remember having any strong feelings about it the first time I watched it (in 2005) Now I feel strongly meh. These early seasons just really do nothing for me. I liked them back then, but they don't have a lot going for them imo

I hate John Winchester.

#deranged winchester rewatch #spn #dean winchester