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theemporium · 2 years

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[2.2k] or, in which tequila shots and bad decisions lead you straight into fratboy!steve’s bed, consequences be damned. (smut)

part two

It was stupid.

The whole thing was so damn stupid.

Ridden with guilt and too many late nights spent in the library, you couldn’t avoid being dragged out by your friends no matter what you said. It had been weeks since you had actively made time for them in your life beyond rushed conversations over meals and the odd catch-ups in between classes. The least you could do was go out with them on a Saturday night like every other college student would be doing.

You deserved to have some fun.

What you didn’t expect was for your friends’ version of fun to look like the Kappa Alpha Kappa Fraternity House on their ‘Girls In Free’ night.

But your friends gave you that look—that stupid, stupid look that they gave knowing you were seconds away from bolting—and it made you want to prove a point. It made you want to prove that you could go out and have fun, even at the expense of spending the night surrounded by handsy, cocky frat boys you would never talk to in your day-to-day life.

You got your hands on a shot of tequila for liquid courage. Then another just to make sure. You found a bottle of beer or two, and by the fourth shot of tequila you knew, somewhere deep down in your inebriated brain, it was a night for fun mistakes and sweet regret.

Fun mistakes came packaged in the drop-dead gorgeous body of Steve fucking Harrington.

Sweet regret came wrapped up in the charming little bow that was Truth or Dare, a dangerous game for someone as competitive as you.

It was a stupid idea to come to the party. It was a stupid idea to take that extra tequila shot. It was a stupid idea to settle yourself in the circle like it was some middle school party. It was a stupid idea to see that challenging glint in Steve’s eyes when he thought you were going to back out the dare and let your body burn with determination, lust and something you weren’t quite ready to face.

“Do you always take your dares this far?” Steve murmured between broken, fast-paced kisses as you tugged his body closer, the party thriving and bumping away two floors beneath you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Shut up,” you retorted breathlessly, hands snaking up his body and tangling your fingers in his hair as he pressed you against the locked door.

The fabric of your dress rose higher up your thigh as his hands found their way to your legs, squeezing the flesh as an appreciative moan tickled against your lips before he lifted you with ease, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist.

You felt his hands squeezing your hips, travelling up your back and fingers teasing the zipper of your dress as his head dipped down to the crook of your neck. The small straps did little to hide your skin from Steve’s attacks, wet kisses pressed against your bare skin and his teeth nipping the spots he knew made your body arch against his.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, eyes falling shut when you felt open-mouthed kisses and soothing touches just below your ear. “Stop being a fucking tease, Harrington.”

“Be patient, princess,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear as he pulled away from the door with a sudden movement. He grinned at the shocked squeal that left your lips, the way your body clung onto his as he shuffled through the room. “Promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Big promises from someone who’s only showed me he can suck on my neck like he’s fucking Dracula,” you replied bluntly, the lie slipping easily past your drunken lips.

Because the truth was that you hated it. You hated the way his touch made your body feel warm and fuzzy. You hated the way his kisses made you feel breathless and dazed. You hated the way a stupid dare to straddle his lap and make out with him in front of his frat buddies led to you following Steve blindly up to the higher floors of the frat house.

Steve Harrington wasn’t the kind of guy you associated with.

He was arrogant and egotistical and had the whole campus wrapped around his finger despite the notches on his bedpost that made him look nothing but sloppy and disinterested. He wasn’t the kind of person you’d give the time of day, and vice versa.

And yet here you laid on his fucking bed, dress pooled at your hips and exposing the small lacy thong you slipped on to avoid any obvious lines, and the heated look he was giving you made you clench your thighs together.

“Say what you want, sweetheart, but I can have you eating your own words in minutes,” he muttered, eyes focused on the flimsy material of your panties as he parted your legs, keeping them spread as he began to kneel at the bottom of his bed.

“You’re all bark and no bite, Harrington,” you commented, ignoring the buzz in your veins as his fingers danced along the hem of your panties, his eyes darting back up to you. You hated the way the position made you squirm.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” Steve spoke like it was a question but you both knew the answer, you both knew the feeling was mutual.

“I think you should use your mouth for better uses,” you retorted, propped up on your elbows as the straps of your dress fell off your shoulders but you didn’t care. If Steve kept looking at you the way he was in that moment, that dress would be ripped off you before the sun rose anyways.

“You wanna play that game, sweetheart?”

The grin on his lips was wolfish and predatory, it sent shivers down your spine and should have made you choose your next words carefully. His offer was like a deal with the devil, fun and exciting and so goddamn tempting you didn’t care how dangerous it was.

You wanted to taste sweet regret with Steve Harrington, consequences be damned.

They were tomorrow’s problem anyways.

“Bite me, Harrington.”

Amusement glimmered in those brown eyes of his, mixed with something wild as he pulled your panties down your legs and over the strapped heels he made no move to remove. His hands wrapped around your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the bed until ass was almost hanging over the edge but before you even had a chance to complain, he was giving you something else to focus on.

You knew Steve Harrington had a reputation on campus. You knew that he had a handful of girls giggling over his every move and idolising him like he was a god. You knew that whatever he wanted, he got and you assumed the rumours were just glorified lies to hide the truth.

You quickly learnt that was not the case.

“Shit,” your lips parted as you felt his tongue hungrily lap up and down your soaking cunt, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep your legs apart whilst he feasted on you like you were his last meal. “Oh shit!”

Your hands fisted the sheets on either side of you, your body arching towards his mouth, needing to feel more of him. The moans you let out were loud and shameless, his name passing your lips like a fucking prayer as his lips wrapped around your clit, enjoying the way you squirmed underneath him.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned against your cunt, eyes focused on the way your tits spilled from the top of your dress, the way your back arched of the mattress as his tongue worked against you, the way the snarky comments were nowhere to be seen. “Lemme hear how badly you wanna come.”

“Please,” you breathed out, chest rising and falling quickly as you felt his nose nudging against your clit. “Please, Steve, fuck—please!”

His eyes fell shut as he moaned, listening to your desperate pleas and needy begs as he worked his tongue in and out of you, his hips involuntarily rolling to feel some friction, to get some relief for his hard cock pressing against the tight material of his jeans.

But he forced himself to keep his eyes open. To watch the way you writhed against the mattress when you finally came, the way your lips parted in a silent scream and your hair sprawled around you on the bed like a fucked out angel, so different to the pristine hairdo you had when you first stepped inside the house.

But it wasn’t enough.

It could never be enough because now he got a taste of it—now that he got a taste of you—Steve was insatiable. He wanted more, he wanted as much as he could get. He wanted to see you break.

“Steve,” you sighed out, all whiny and high-pitched, your eyes glossy as you looked down at him, trying to wiggle away when his tongue rolled against your clit. “T-Too much.”

“You wanted to play,” his voice was low and gruff, muffled as he pulled you closer to him. “’s all mine, fair and square.”

“I-I can’t—”

“C’mon, baby, know you can take one more,” Steve murmured, dark eyes catching yours for the brief second before you threw your head back, whining as his tongue lapped against your soaking cunt.

You just looked so pretty it was mesmerising. The way your body shook beneath him as he pinned your hips to the mattress, the way you ground your hips against his face despite babbling it was too much, the way you cried out his name and the way strings of incoherent curses left your lips as he kept going, as he kept eating like a starved man.

“Atta girl,” he murmured with a smug grin on his face, his lips and chin glistening with your release and his hair messy and dishevelled from your fingers clutching onto him like a lifeline as he made you come one, two more times on his tongue.

Your brain felt fuzzy and your body was tired, and yet there was still a need inside you, the same determination rocking through your body from earlier when he sat across from you in that circle. That need that didn’t disappear as he kissed you senseless or finally tore that dress away from your body. That need that didn’t disappear as you fumbled around with his belt buckle and pushed his shirt over his head.

That need that didn’t disappear until his cock was inside you, so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. That need that didn’t disappear as he fucked you like he hated you, his tempo fast and hard and unforgiving. That need that didn’t disappear as you bit down on his shoulders, trying to muffle the moans and screams from the party downstairs, as you swore you saw white stars flashing in your vision.

That need that disappeared when your body was drained and exhausted, when you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything else other that the soft kisses left on your stomach as he cleaned you up before he settled on the bed beside you, tugging your body against his and not letting you go.

But the sweet taste of regret was bitter when you woke up the next morning.

Your mouth was dry and your tongue felt like sandpaper, there was a distant and uncomfortable thumping in the back of your head and you felt as though you had been run over by a bus and backed up on again.

The light coming through the open curtains made you wince as you slowly sat up, the sheet falling to your waist and the cold, morning air feeling crisp and chilly against your naked body. You pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes, letting your brain slowly piece together the events of the night before.

And then you heard a soft groan, an arm around your waist trying to tug you closer.

Your eyes snapped open as you glanced down at the sleeping body of Steve in the bed beside you. The sheet drawn down enough for you to see the scratches on his back and hickeys on his shoulders. His hair was a mess and his lips were parted as soft, sleepy sighs left his lips. But his arm around you was solid and consoling in a way, and it made your stomach turn.

It was a stupid idea to have even agreed with your friends to go to the party, and it was even stupider to let yourself get drunk and sloppy. It was also probably incredibly shitty to leave as quickly as you came, throwing on whatever clothes you could find and bolting from the frat house before you could even care about his friends who watched your walk of shame from his room to the front door, heels in hand and regret on your face.

You didn’t want to stay for the aftermath, to face the consequences of Steve Harrington just yet. In fact, you were quite happy to ignore it whilst you washed away the sour taste of your mistakes with greasy diner food and a bottle of painkillers.

But Steve Harrington was insatiable. He got what he wanted when he wanted it. There was no way in hell he was letting you run off in the morning without another word. And there was no way in hell he was letting you go until he got another taste.

You were his deal with the devil and that just tempted him even more.

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staar5384 · 1 year

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A Death Too Soon

levi x gn!reader- they/them pronouns- hurt no comfort- slightly ooc levi

"You cannot make them go on this death march with you," Levi glared at Erwin. "We cannot lose two elite soldiers to this."

"I understand how you feel, Levi, but if I let you both stay behind you know exactly what the cadets will think."

"Then tell them that they are helping me! Make them go check over the wall, anything!" Levi had never dared disobeyed Erwin's command, but with your life on the line he was willing to throw everything away to keep you alive.

"Levi-"

"Don't act like I'm stupid. You know damn well you could lead the cadets without them."

Erwin sighed. The Commander looked exhausted, and clearly Levi's nagging wasn't helping, "I realize your personal feelings play a role in this, but you need to push those aside. You understand the situation we're in, right?"

Levi clenched his fists, biting back the sharp words that were threatening to pour from his lips, "You know nothing Erwin. Don't act like you do."

"Commander? Levi, what's going on?" You rounded the corner after hearing the slight commotion.

"Nothing. Get back to the-"

"He wants you to kill yourself alongside himself and the recruits."

Your eyes widened, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The only way to create an opening for Levi is to have us charge straight towards the Beast Titan. I have to lead the charge or else the recruits won't do it. You have to come as well. If I allow you to stay with Levi, they might see it as some sort of favoritism, and they may be less likely to do it."

You just stared at Erwin, stunned. Out of all the stupid ass plans, this is what he came up with? He wanted you to throw your life away for this? On the slim chance that Levi kills the Beast Titan? "I can't do that."

"Come on, be reasonable right now."

"No! Are you hearing yourself! You cannot lose yourself and me in this same damn battle! We have no elites left, and we don't even know if Hange and their squads are alive on the other side of the wall," Your hands were now trembling and your head was spinning. You had grown so far past wanting to die for no reason. "Send me over the wall. I can sneak over without the cadets hearing. They won't even know I'm not there."

"I agree," Levi cut in. "I think that's a better idea."

"Well, it's unfortunate that neither of you get to make this decision. Get your horse ready, soldier. I need to speak to the others," Erwin left the conversation on that note, walking over to the crowd of terrified Scouts.

You lurched over, vomit spewing from your throat and tears falling from your eyes, "Oh my god."

Levi watched as you threw up the contents of your stomach. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears. The realization refused to sink in, Levi refused to believe you were going to die. What were the odds you lived that? They had to be so, so low; and Levi knew how low they truly were.

"Levi," You looked at him, tear streaks staining your face.

"You need to get out of here. I will deal with the consequences as they come, but please go," Levi was panicking now and he reached out to grasp onto your hands. "Don't do this. Do not let that maniac lead you straight to hell," Levi was begging. He had never done that before. How desperate was he to keep you alive?

"You know I can't do that. It would get me executed at the very least, Levi." The unfortunate truth is if you walk away from this, no one will understand why. They would see you as a traitor to humanity.

"I said I would deal with it! I-I can convince them you were more useful alive than a damn corpse in the middle of a field. No one would even know what happened here because they will all be fucking dead!"

You sobbed, resting your head atop Levi's, "I'm so sorry."

Levi teared up, keeping his eyes focused on the ground, "Please, don't do this."

"I wish it didn't have to be like this."

Levi paused, taking a deep breath. Losing Erwin didn't mean shit to him anymore now that he was losing you. "Me too."

"Hey, you two! Get over here!" Erwin shouted to them.

You pulled away from Levi, moving your hand up to his chin. Levi tilted his head to meet your eyes that were red and puffy from crying. You leaned down and kissed Levi, catching the Captain off guard.

Levi was stunned, but kissed you back. Your first and last kiss. When you pulled away, he was crying once more, "Please don't forget about me."

"I won't," Levi's voice cracked as a raging fire burned in his throat. "I promise."

You stepped back and slowly made your way towards the other Scouts, knowing that this was the last time you would ever see Levi Ackerman.

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a/n~ might make a short second part to this if people like it enough <3

#levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #fanfiction #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #levi aot #ooc levi ackerman #hurt/no comfort #levi ackerman angst #aot angst #erwin smith #levi ackerman fanfic #levi fanfic

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practicecourts · 1 year

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Do Lily and James have core aspects to their characterisations that you aim to demonstrate in all your writing?

Hi @athenasparrow, thanks for this really great ask. Just saw answers for this by @tiffanytoms and must say I can’t top those.

My head canon for these two is a little more hazy tbh. But I saw some overlap I think;-)

Cut for length, bc even if hazy, it got kind of long...

For James; he’s a happy go lucky guy, not lacking in self assurance; he’s sometimes reckless, takes chances, makes decisions, and is not afraid to make a mistake or do something stupid (he might not like it, might act a teenage prat if called out on this, but I think a part of him is that he’s daring and impulsive and sometimes probably regrets things he does after the fact.) I think he’s smart but also I see him as someone who needs physical activity to blow of steam 😏 I do not think he’s perfect. Sue me. 😘 😉

As far as backstory goes, he’s grown up single child, eldest (and youngest) in a loving family, i see his bond with his family as strong in most anything I’ve written so far and i don’t think that will change- i know that’s not a character trait but it’s a thing I have trouble with seeing differently.

I think he is the kind of guy to stand up for the persons and things he feels are right. He won’t be standing on the sideline watching something go down that he feels is wrong. Consequences be damned.

As for Lily, I imagine her to be smart, perhaps sometimes too smart for her own good, which leads to overthinking stuff. My Lily will always be less impulsive than James, less reckless maybe, or she just needs to be pushed further before she starts acting like that. In my head she’s less self assured than James. Like that 1D song “because you’re beatiful” Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you…

as family dynamics go, she’s the youngest so will grow up being less “the responsible one” - the clown, the little kid who gets away with more- until she goes to Hogwarts and that all changes as she’s “on her own” in Gryffindor.

I see her as someone who finds it easier to stand up for others than for herself (her relationship with Petunia, and the whole Muggleborn thing) as i sometimes think she finds it harder to be as kind for herself. Girl needs to give herself grace (again, i don’t think she’s perfect ;-) She’s loyal, and has a hard time letting things go (both Severus and Petunia are relationships that probably cost more than give her, but she’s wired to keep trying - bc family, bc first ever Magical friend). I definitely see her as fun loving, having a sense of humour, being able to take herself less than serious and once she feels safe in a situation she is definitely no push-over.

But i don’t think she’s a Hermione (who would rather be right than happy, I think she Lily's more diplomatic).

Oh and she's a good kisser like James.

#jily #james potter #lily evans #thinking about what makes them them.

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princeescaluswords · 1 year

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Idk if this is appropriate but you're like the most promiment blog calling out racist scott mccall hate I know of and I just need to talk to someone about how weird it is that certain parts of the fandom loves the idea of Derek speaking Spanish (often in conjunction with Stiles speaking Polish) but blatantly ignores or disregards the fact Scott is literally Latino

Also, is Derek speaking Spanish just a headcanon or have I forgotten part of the show?

Derek absolutely spoke Spanish in More Bad Than Good (3x14). He responded to Araya Calavera's interrogation in the language she used. She acknowledges that he speaks many languages. He does it again in 117 (4x02) with Rafael McCall.

One of the things that the production didn't shy away from in Teen Wolf is showing Derek Hale's privilege as a rich white man. Did you notice that? He purchases an entire building and he has his own accounts. He replaces the window on his car that Chris ordered smashed in Pack Mentality (1x03) by Heart Monitor (1x06) while the busted side-view mirror on the McCall family car remains that way throughout Season 1. He never has to work. He speaks many languages, can quote Shakespeare back at Gerard, and can recognize kitsune. His family has status and influence extending from California alphas to South American packs.

It's why I'm always a little bit annoyed and a little bit confused by the tag "Derek Deserves Nice Things." How many more nice things did they want him to have? He has all this privilege already, he survives his terrible decisions, he doesn't face any consequences for ruining Boyd's, Erica's, and Jackson's lives, he gets a smoking-hot bad-ass girlfriend, and he reclaims his mother's legacy of the full shift before he does a heroic walk-off in Smoke & Mirrors (4x12). He has a nice house, a business, a working relationship with the police department, and a charming son in the movie.

There is one thing he didn't get, of course, and that is the source of fandom's discontent: he wasn't the heroic lead protagonist. In different seasons, he was an antagonist, he was a villain, he was the lead protagonist's foil, the lead protagonist's mentor, and he was the lead protagonist's close friend. But Teen Wolf is a bildungsroman and that means it's a story of a child becoming an adult, and that child is Scott McCall.

It reminds me of this quote:

“With fandom the kind of racism that you most commonly see isn’t things like racial slurs and hate speech and white hoods. What you really see is a constant communal prioritization of white people and white characters, even when there are non-white characters in major roles. This is a trend across almost all fandoms.”

— Holly Quinn in Episode 22A of Fansplaining

And Teen Wolf is one of the most blatant examples of this. From an objective viewpoint, Scott McCall is the lead character. Scott is involved in every single plot line from Season 1 to Season 6 -- even when he gets almost completely turned into a plot device, as in 6A, he is involved in the resolution of both major stories. There is no Teen Wolf without Scott.

To the fandom, this cannot be borne. So this is why they dwell on Scott's mistakes like he's Heinrich Himmler. That's why he's stupid, immature, obsessive, stubborn, and a tyrant. That's why "Bad Friend Scott" stories are so damn popular, because the punishment he gets in those stories is the punishment for daring to be the focus of the show. Why the fandom can't seem to separate Scott McCall from his actor until it's convenient for them to do so.

Scott can't be smart even though he does smart things and outwits the villains. Scott irrationally hates Derek or Jackson -- even though Canon Scott hated Derek and Jackson far less than Stiles did -- because that undermines his primary heroic traits. That's why he's sexually obsessed with Allison, even though he repeatedly puts other things ahead of his relationship with Allison. (The fact that these are stereotypes of Latinos escapes their notice.) That's why, to them, the True Alpha story line is either ridiculous, came out of nowhere, or the sinister machinations of another character of color who didn't prioritize white male characters enough.

In Teen Wolf's case, though, the amount of evidence that the show is about Scott as a heroic protagonist is so insurmountable that even they have to be confronted with the racism inherent in their position. That's an uncomfortable position to be in, so they had only one recourse in the end. They turn Scott McCall white. They insist upon it. They'll go so far as to ignore real-world actions and the history of the United States in order to insist upon it. It's neither ignorance nor simple disregard -- it's defensiveness.

#teen wolf fandom racism #fandom racism #derek hale #scott mccall #scott mccall defense squad

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invested-in-your-future · 11 months

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Ironwood should have never been the villain

Hot take but I disagree.

I think Ironwood is perfect antagonist to showcase how fallible and flawed humanity can be. He is well meaning and he genuinely believes in his mission and goals and the idea of Greater Good. But he's also someone who grew up in post-world-war times in a country that's 100% was the bad guy before and is in quite a fickle state. Its no wonder he would strive to be better and desperately try to prove himself, even at the cost of his own wellbeing (oh look the theme of self sacrifice again and the toxic notion of "heroism" based upon society's expectations). Writing him as rigid by-the-book General that is willing to do whatever is necessary to keep the fragile peace going makes 100% sense. But inability to change and improvise should also be his flaw - while Ironwood sees threats that Ozpin is blind to, Ironwood genuinely does not realize the consequences and issues Ozpin sees in him.

I am of opinion that he was always intended to eventually "cross the line" and do something genuinely bad out of desperation and circumstance. The type of person that, when situation goes completely out of his control, would end up with him making decisions that are hard or impossible to come back from. A tragic case of a good intentions leading to worst decisions. A case study of human nature and the effect division, desperation and self destructive impulses can have upon it. And a thematic allusion of the real world's tendency to abandon war veterans and soldiers to their personal hell with no regard for their mental or physical wellbeing, after their country exploited them to the ultimate limit.

The issue however, just like with pretty much EVERYTHING in the show, is absolutely ZERO ACTUAL PROGRESSION. Its true for character relationships - Yang and Blake never actually getting to solve the issues that have been brewing since V3. Its true for characterization - Yang, Blake, Ruby, Weiss - all of them basically were given less than breadcrumbs so far rather than proper character writing - it took YEARS to acknowledge that Ruby might be traumatized and even that ended up with writing off trauma and character progression as NOT NEEDED "YOU ARE FLAWLESS" nonsense and Yang still has pretty much ZERO development in terms of her trauma (And Blake literally exists only as character design). It extends to the world itself too - time in Remnant only seems to move when there's a screentime given to a location - Come Volume 20, Glynda will still be vaguely standing around Vale and Mistral will still be exactly identical place as the team left it.

So its no surprise that that's true for character alignment too - Summer is either Best Mother Ever or Filthy Dishonest Liar, Raven is either uwusadregrets or Worst Mother Ever How Dare She. Even Salem is not immune to this as she literally has TWO phases of her backstory - "omg caring wife" and "I literally want to murder the entire world out of spite", with the awful flashback episode flipping the switch INSTANTLY between the two states. And that's true for Ironwood - there's no character arc. There's no actual genuine exploration of "road to hell is paved with good intentions", there's no moral conundrum. There's just a flip of the switch as plot demands. Its a Game of Thrones-esque situation where the writers wanted to do specific thing with the character but kind of forgot to do the reasonable build-up, so it just happens. THE BELLLLLLLLLS.

What I think should have happened is that Salem's stupid fortress of DOOM or relics or Cinder or Salem's Evil Troupe of Evil should have never played a role in Fall of Atlas. It should have been ALL Internal. Just Kingdom of Atlas imploding in on itself as consequence of Fall of Beacon and the worsening situation in the world. Make Atlas story arc ALL ABOUT power plays within Atlas, with different people having wildly different ideas on where to actually aim the army at and different characters having different ideas on how to bring back order to destabilized country. Just have the team be stuck in a situation that is few steps away from world war with different ways provided to solve it. In the end, lines are crossed and Atlas falls apart from it's own sense of self-importance, grandeur, paranoia, classism and nationalism and Ironwood, misguided and tragic, falls with the country he sacrificed everything for. The lead cast are left to wonder whether there was any other way to resolve this, but they'll never know. In this situation, willingly or unwillingly, they played the role of being the ones at the center of a Kingdom falling apart. What do they do now? Where do they go from here? Does each of them question actions that led them to this point in time? Do all of them arrive at the same conclusion?

I think to sell this its important to have Salem side to NEVER lift even a finger. The Story of Fall of Atlas is the story of division of humanity and Salem's side already did all they need to do with Beacon for that. Humanity are the ones that, as lyrics go, train their heroes and build their armies, and then with single moment, single event, they turn on each other and burn.

#rwby #rwde

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unseededtoast · 8 months

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Antedate | Bucky Barnes

Part 7/13 | Part Six, Part Eight

Summary: Sometimes making the right decision feels like the wrong one. That decision can stick with you for years and leave you wondering what would happen if you had chosen something else. But the alternatives likely lead to a much darker path; you'll never know for sure though. One thing is for certain, the decisions I have made will have lasting consequences.

Prequel to Rectify

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, physical and mental abuse, mention and description of death

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

"You're mine. Remember that."

My mouth hands slightly agape. I knew this was coming but there was a small part of me that hoped my father would turn down Dane's plan. It doesn't make sense to me. Anger floods my body and I feel my face get hot,

"You can't be serious." Is all I can come up with. My eyes are trained on my father. He shakes his head and runs a hand over his face.

"I am deadly serious and you are not going to fight this. This alliance will solidify the power we have in this organization, Adalyn." My mind is running a million miles per minute. I know I don't have any say in this, I have to be subordinate to my father. I shake my head in disbelief, any sort of respect I had for my father has quickly died.

"Whatever you say." I reply to him. Who know what this means for me now. I know that all appearances will have to be made with Dane now. Surely he doesn't actually want me to follow through in a legitimate marriage with him, right? I turn on my heel to walk away, but am stopped by another voice,

"This means you are not only subordinate to me, but Dane as well now. Your sole responsibility is to tend the Soldier and help create contracts when needed. That is all, agent." My father speaks. It stings a little as he calls me agent, but all I can do is nod.

"Understood." I say in a monotonous tone. I leave the office and walk the halls. Hopefully Dane doesn't follow me.

I have no destination in particular, but I know if I go back to my room I can easily be found. I know for a fact if my mom were still alive this would not have happened. It's disgusting my father even considered Dane's proposition. He's easily in his mid twenties, and I'm not even eighteen yet. This isn't right but I know nobody can stop it.

I end up in the Soldier's room and see that I left the bloody knife on the desk. My mind flashes with different ideas and uses for the knife but I know I cannot follow through with any of them. I grab the cool metal handle and take it outside to the lab and clean it off. The rusty red blood wipes off the blade and swirls down the drain.

I return the blade to its place in the briefcase. I can't jeopardize my position here by trying to pull off some stupid attempt. Plus, if I were excommunicated from the organization I have nowhere else to go. However, I feel as though I would not be excommunicated, but executed. I take a seat at my desk and sigh, letting my head rest on my arms. Maybe things won't be as bad as I expect them to be.

I silently stand as agents buzz around all around me. Today another Winter Soldier contract is going to be completed. As I had predicted, after the success of the first one, we received several other contracts in the following days. However, I no longer have a hand in creating them. Meaning I have no control over the terms, the only thing I have control over is the man himself.

The Soldier stands on one side of me, and Dane the other. I've noticed that while Dane makes advances on me when we're together one on one, he doesn't dare try to touch me while the Soldier is near. It's ironic that the world's most elusive and elite assassin is the one person who makes me feel the safest.

In the weeks following the agreement, I've taken the backseat on most of the duties I used to be in charge of. Dane now speaks at all public events regarding the Soldier and he creates the contracts as well. In the eyes of the organization and Hydra's clients, Dane is the one in charge of the Winter Soldier.

"Sir are you good for transportation?" The Hydra agent asks Dane. Dane nods his head and the three of us load up in the armored vehicle.

The ride is brief, though I did zone out for more than half of the trip. I just haven't been able to feel like myself lately. It's like I don't have a personal identity anymore, I'm just here to serve others. I'm a tool for them, and not much more.

We reach the destination and the communications equipment is set up. I check the Soldier over once more to make sure he has all of his necessary equipment. I give him another short pep talk before he's whisked away to the hit point.

I stand with the others around the monitors and feel Dane's arm snake around my waist. I resist the urge to get sick all over the monitors and instead swallow the lump in my throat. His advances on me haven't been easier to handle, it gets harder each time.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek and do my best to focus on the monitor and mentally remove myself from the contact Dane is making with my body. I watch as the Soldier is put into position and the earpiece given to him. These contracts are almost routine at this point.

To make the hits easier to watch, I began picturing Dane as the one getting assassinated. In a way it's almost therapeutic to think of the target being him. The Soldier is creative sometimes in the way he chooses to dispatch the targets. I've noticed he seems to prefer using knives over guns if he can.

Watching the Soldier complete his missions is interesting. At first, it was difficult to watch but now it's become something so routine that the feeling has numbed itself. It still hurts if I think about it too much, so I quit thinking about it. I quit thinking about a lot of things lately.

The hit begins and I watch the Soldier cooly and calmly approach the targets. He throws a blade at one, hitting the man in the neck. The man falls to the ground and the Soldier rips the blade out of his neck as he walks past. The Soldier makes his way to the other target who is trying to open a door to escape, but can't seem to get the handle to move. Probably because we had an agent barricade it before the hit.

The soldier pulls a small gun from a side holster and shoots the man point blank. Another successful mission it seems. As usual, people celebrate. Every time a contract is carried out successfully people act like it's the first time all over against, it's becoming quite bland and boring.

"Another great day." Dane says and pulls me into him. I stare at the corpses on the monitor. At least now I know I'm about to get some time away from Dane. He never accompanies me to the Soldier's room after missions and I'm thankful for that.

Once we arrive back at the base I quickly excuse myself and the Soldier. I can tell Dane is upset I got away so quickly so I'll probably have to deal with that later. But for now, I need to focus on the Soldier and making sure he's taken care of. He is my only priority.

As usual, I take his weapons off and store them, keeping the bloody blades on the desk so they can be cleaned separately. I gather the rubbing alcohol, water, and cotton balls so I can clean his skin up. He closes his eyes as I remove the eye black and for a moment he almost looks relaxed. But I can tell from the tension in his shoulders that he's anything but.

I take my time to be sure that he's in good condition and that he's clean of all blood. I run a wet cotton ball over his hands, wiping away any dried flecks of blood that may have spattered on him.

I wish so badly that I could just take the Soldier and get away from here. He deserves a second shot at life, and I hate being here. But I know that's not a possibility. So instead, I try to make his life as comfortable as I can, to show him he's cared for. I know I'm the only one here who still views him as a human, and not just a killing machine.

I brush his hair like I do after every mission, and I hum the same song. I think doing this shows him he's cared for and in a way it makes me feel as if my mother is still here with me. I know my mom would be proud of me for showing as much mercy as I can to this poor man I'm responsible for.

I feel like the Soldier and I have some unexplainable bond to one another. We're both like caged animals in this place, unable to exercise our free will. We're under the rule of others here, but he has it much worse than I do.

I finish our routine and he gets into the cryogenesis chamber. I kiss his stubble-covered cheek and engage the cryogenesis cycle once more. I take my time in cleaning up the cotton balls and other supplies, I know nothing good waits for me once I'm done here.

I clean the blades in the sink and watch the brown water go down the drain. I dry the metal and look around the empty laboratory. My eyes linger on the spot where Leroy was shot years ago. He didn't deserve to die.

Eventually, I put the blades back in their cases and go to my room. As expected, Dane is already waiting for me in there, picking at some of the flaking paint on the wall. He hears me enter the room and he looks at me with nothing but disappointment on his face. I already know what's coming.

"Adalyn, dear. You and I both know your behavior today was unacceptable. What has gotten into you? You know how you are to act on these contract missions. If you don't keep up appearances people will begin to question us. They'll question how strong our bond is and then question how strong their leadership is. We both know we can't have that. Right?" He asks, a mad look in his eyes. This man is unhinged. I lick my lips and look up at him,

"I know, I'm sorry for my actions today. It won't happen again." I say, not really meaning any of it. Maybe people should question their leadership here. Dane stalks over to me,

"It better not happen again. Do you need reminded of your place?" He asks and I shake my head, not that it is going to deter him from doing what he already intends to.

"Speak." He demands, leaning in close to my face.

"No, sir." I say in a soft tone.

"I don't believe you." He says and I know I haven't done a good job convincing him I'm truly sorry.

I feel his hands start roaming my body, and I feel like I could pass out. His hands feel like fire on my skin. He lets himself touch me in any way and place that he desires. I close my eyes and fight back tears. I wish I could stop this but I know it's best to just let him do what he wants. He tends to get violent if I protest against him. The last time I tried to fight him off he violated me in the most abhorrent way possible. I'll do anything to keep that from happening again.

I feel his hot breath on my skin as he forces me to kiss him. I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my fingernails into the palm of my hand. It feels like he forces himself onto me for an eternity. He releases me from his grasp and puts his hand underneath my chin to force me to meet his eyes.

I feel my eyes watering but I fight them back. He caresses my cheek with his thumb and I clench my jaw tightly.

"Adalyn, honey. You're mine. Remember that." He says in a sickly sweet tone. He walks out of the room and as soon as he's gone I let the tears fall down my face. In some twisted way, I still think I got off quite easily that time, at least it was only a kiss this time.

I curl up into a ball on my bed and hold my pillow close to me. The tears won't stop falling from my eyes and I fight to keep my breath steady. I feel like I could hyperventilate and throw up. I hate Dane with every fiber of my being. I hate what he does to me.

#bucky barnes x oc #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky #bucky fanfic #hydra #bucky barnes fic #james buchanan barnes #marvel #the winter soldier #winter soldier #bucky barnes angst

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M3GAN (2023) Review

Only the first movie of 2023, and already we have a classic David Guetta techno-pop song being transformed into a menacing minute-long lullaby sung by a creepy AI doll as the camera hones in on her cold, dare I say, titanium eyes. Sounds like we’re in for a weird year at the movies, ladies and gentlemen!

Plot: M3GAN is a marvel of artificial intelligence, a lifelike doll that's programmed to be a child's greatest companion and a parent's greatest ally. Designed by Gemma, a brilliant roboticist, M3GAN can listen, watch and learn as it plays the role of friend and teacher, playmate and protector. When Gemma becomes the unexpected caretaker of her 8-year-old niece, she decides to give the girl a M3GAN prototype, a decision that leads to unimaginable consequences.

As much as I wish that a film titled M3GAN was a movie adaptation of that ‘Meegan & Andre Break-Up’ sketch from the Key & Peele show, instead we have a typical January horror release. The typical type of throwaway horror film a studio dumps on the quietest month of the year at the movies as cinemas cool down from all the Oscars contenders that have recently graced the big screen. That being said, M3GAN might actually an above average horror outing, as for one its produced by James Wan of The Conjuring franchise fame, and also as of the time of writing the film boasts a stunning 95% positive rating on the critic website Rotten Tomatoes. So I decided to give this one a go, even though its not like this is the first creepy doll we have witnessed in horror movies. Annabelle? Or Chucky? Yep, there are a plenty of them, though to be fair you can’t blame film studios for it, as the amount of creepy toys one can find in random toy stores and charity shops, it really allows for quite a bit of inspiration.

What works most in favour of M3GAN is its release time slot. As aforementioned, we’re fresh off the end of awards season, so the last thing we need is some serious dramatization or a heart wrenching real life story. We need something goofy and easy to watch as we fill our faces with overpriced popcorn and slurp on some slushie that is supposedly a large sizes yet we all know its a medium at best. And that’s exactly was M3GAN is - a silly movie. Heck, I wouldn’t even call it a horror as it’s not scary. Yes, there are a couple of jump scares, yet you see them a mile away. What really is the joyful element of this film is how stupid all the characters are as they do thinks without thinking of consequences, and also obviously that there is a creepy AI doll right in the middle of it all doing creepy AI doll stuff. Yes, the AI doll itself is weirdly funny, from her dances to her singing (yep, she sings!), and the general way she walks around and talks. Don’t get me wrong, there are some visual effects at play here, however it’s all really stupid, however the movie is very self aware of its ridiculous factor so it results in some very entertaining moments. That’s the best I can describe this film - entertaining. And yes when you think about it too much, a lot of it doesn't make any sense. Why are all of the adults dumb or wilfully ignorant when it comes to implementing AI into their prototype? Why didn't they have the slightest foresight or precautions in store if something goes wrong? Why does a puppet for kids posses the strength of a Terminator? And if said robot is so dangerous, why not disconnect the brain chip entirely from the body when doing any fail safe tests? Why is the 8-year old girl such an annoying spoilt brat? Okay, that last one isn’t really a plot hole, more so just the fact that the girl was annoying and I didn’t want her to make it to the end of the movie. Harsh, I know, but has to be said.

M3GAN tries to implement some resemblance of social commentary, through our over reliance on technology to the importance of parenthood and how that cannot be replicated, but at the end of the day this isn’t a movie you want to really think about. It’s more so a glorified episode of Black Mirror, except it goes nowhere as dark. Again, entertaining for what it is, with enough of the creep factor yet not really a horror. Though the doll’s piano rendition of “Toy Soldiers” is hella good. It was supposed to be an unsettling moment yet I was there like “girl, you got some tunes!!”

Overall score: 6/10

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misskazehana · 2 years

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Behold, after what feels like age and half- I present some fake novel covers based off the Otome-Isekai/ Korean Webtoons I’ve been very into for the last year or so.

I have my own gripes about certain trope and drew these with the concept that these people can actually be fucking adults and everyone can be a little shitty.

At least three are related and one’s a side story if I ever dare get the balls to write.

The Little Secret- It’s actually a not so dramatic but rather hurt and comfort story about a neglected wife who’s marriage to her spouse isn’t as she imagined. She somehow ends up befriending her once most despised ‘love’ rival who happens to be her spouse’s ex fiancee- The sickly and weak King of Infernus. The real fun kicks in when her spouse’s own stupid choices come backing everyone in the butt- magic do be a bitch and so is everyone involved. It’s all told from a third party who’s lived a similar experience as a child.

Bitterly, Sweetly and Ever so Neatly- Follows the story of two doctors (they’re married) who try to help a man get his life back together after he’s stricken with a dreadful heart condition. They come to terms with their own insecurities and often confront people who accuse them of using their patient for personal. More of a character driven conversation rather than a plot heavy story.

Paleful Imitation- (The Forgotten Bride) A tragically romantic tale of a young courtesan who performs at the local opera house during the day. She struggles with paying rent to her so called mother and is constantly being controlled by her cousin- the princess who happens to share her face. She ends up attracting the ‘devil’ when he witnesses her performing. He’s in over his head when he tries to woo her- our not so leading lady has quite the pair of claws under all those pearls. They’ll have to deal with politics, consequences of poor decisions and a lot of stupidity.

The Bedeviled Groom- (A dying man’s redemption/It’s lonely here in the Abyss) Covers additional context behind the King from TLS/BSESN. It’s told largely from his majesty’s perspective. From his early life traumas to his current day struggles- he opens up about his dreams and insecurities. Unrequited loves, a sickness that feeds into a vicious cycle of self-deprecation and regrets. He never claims to be a good person and absolutely doesn’t excuse his shitty actions past or present. He’s merely a man who seeks peace and will do what he must to get it as cleanly as possible. That said, he isn’t above being a bit cruel.

All these are just ideas I’ve had for a while and to be honest, I just wanted to draw what I didn’t get to see in what I’ve read in the webcomics.

All art and characters in said art belong to me, misskazehana

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dreamlandcreations · 3 years

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Day 9 - I hate you

Poe Dameron x Reader (force sensitive!reader, soulmate AU)

Kinktober prompt - Day 9 - Hate/Angry sex

All prompts are taken from @the-purity-pen‘s Kinktober List!

Warnings: sort of dub con (like being on drugs kinda mindset), canon typical violence, way too angry sex, PiV, rough sex, virgin reader, age gap, angst, happy-ish ending?

You wake up, startled from a dream. That reckless idiot soulmate of yours got himself captured by the First Order. At least his alive... for now. You can feel the echoes of the pain that lingers from your dream, he's being tortured, it's just a matter of time before they get what they want or simply kill him for resisting.

It's up for you to decide whether you can live with the consequences and let him die or go and save his sorry ass, not only revealing yourself to the Order but connecting you to the poster boy even further.

You look at the Tie you felt you had to acquire a few days ago and realise you've made the decision before you had any idea that you would be in this situation. At that moment you hate this whole soulmate thing even more and just hate him too.

Getting ready to leave quickly, you think about what you're going to tell the rebel pilot. You know he will have questions, to which you never planned to give answers to. It was a pretty stupid idea to stay away from him in hopes that he'll give up on you and find someone else. The force pulls you together each second, it was inevitable to meet, but you had to try.

You are not much of a pilot but you can get from A to B without crashing and that's all you needed so far. This rescue mission will require a bit more than that, so you plan something that they will not see coming.

Kylo Ren is about to get to the information he needs from the pilot's mind when the alarms go off, throwing off his concentration, he feels the presence of another strong force user. While he tries to sense more and is debating to investigate in person, you keep advancing ahead rapidly, leaving defeated storm troopers at your wake until you reach the door that leads to the room the pilot is being held at.

Your anger is at a boiling level now, it consumes you until you feel it practically burn you. With all your rage gathered into one push, you make the door fly into the room and it lands in a crumbled mess, wedging into the opposite wall after it passes between the two figures, separating them even more.

When Ren moves to attack, you slam him next to the door with the same intensity, he's only alive because he could hold back most of the blow. He looks up at your hooded figure before asking.

"What do you want?"

"You have something of mine." That's all the acknowledgement you give him, the beaten up figure on the left is the only important thing right now, so you move to him and release his cuffs before you get there, holding him up with the force as he collapses upon being freed.

When you reach Poe you place your hands at each side of his face and gently try to examine his injuries.

"Can you stand?" The question snaps him out of his pain-filled delirium and he manages to get out a weak yes as he regards you. You don't waste time as you drag him to the ship you had in mind for your escape plan.

Taking Ren's ship was easier than you thought, the commission of you crashing the stolen Tie into the dock still giving you a proper diversion and it never even occur to them that anyone would dare to steal this vessel. You could have chosen a Tie, but then again, that wouldn't have been that much blow on the ego of that asshole. You also needed the space and the autopilot to take care of the injured and now extremely pissed off Poe Dameron.

He asked you a lot of questions already, only to receive one answer when he wanted to know what he should call you. You told him that and informed him that his droid has left the planet and that you set the directions for his base, then you decided to ignore his other questions with a short 'later' tossed to him in equal annoyance.

After you patched him up you stared at each other in silence for long minutes before he started to speak again.

"I thought I didn't have a soulmate. Everyone else beyond 20 dreams with or of theirs but I never had one of you, the few times I thought I did, it completely disappeared from my memories when I fully woke up."

None of what he said was phrased like a question, yet he was asking one anyway, probably the most problematic one he could have. You decide to just get it over with as quickly as you can before you run out of time and completely lose control over your actions.

"You didn't have dreams because I didn't want you to have them." You're not looking at him now, you have no desire to escalate the inevitable any longer.

"You..." he starts with a restrained yell and doesn't continue until he managed to restrain his anger enough, which you wait for in silence. "You messed with my mind?"

"No! I would never do that, I'm a lot of things but I would never sink so low to become a mindraper."

"But... the Jedi do their mind trick all the time." The confusing thought set his mind off of being angry until your answer came.

"And the Jedi are so good, right?" The venom in your voice changed his mood again. You've started to affect each other beyond your control.

"So what you did was right? Just because you didn't cross that line?" The anger returns and he's not holding back anymore, yelling at you so loudly it almost makes you flinch. "You had no right to take that away from me. No right to decide for me."

"Yet I did it anyway." Your voice remains steady, your calm facade fools him into believing you are unaffected, when the truth is you simply learned to control your emotions better, you had to.

"Ah, unbelievable, I hate you so much right now. I can't take this. Not now, not anymore." You can see he's fighting the pull he feels towards you but his anger certainly doesn't help his case.

"Then stop fighting it." You say, trying to remain strong. He is on you in a blink of an eye. Poe cages you in against a wall after he dragged you up from the pilot seat. He puts a hand around your neck possessively, not strangling but keeping his hold firm. His angry face is so close to you you're almost touching.

"I won't be gentle and I don't think I'll be able to hold back."

"Then don't." That's the only permission he needs before he rips at your pants and tears at his own to get access to you. He doesn't prepare you at all, the pull of this force between you made you both pent up with aggression and tension so you'd feel aroused to the point that it becomes maddening. That means you are wet when he slides into you in one brutal move but not wet enough so it doesn't hurt.

The pain makes you scream out, which Poe silences with an aggressive kiss, moving his hand from your neck to take a hold of your head by tangling his fingers in your hair. With his other hand, he is gripping your left leg to give him better access when he starts to move in and out of you.

He is not gentle, all that rage he's feeling is driving his movements. You are unable to hold back any longer but he's got all the control now so all you can do is grip him by his shoulder and neck, digging your nails into him and sinking your teeth into his other shoulder and just take it.

Amidst the pain you feel the pleasure building, it doesn't take a lot of time for you to scream for a different reason. As you tighten around him, his knees buckle and he falls to the ground, holding you still. He only stops for a second as he regains his balance in a sitting position, then he is thrusting up again, pace sloppier now but not any less savage. After a few hard and quick thrusts he comes in you with a loud groan.

He recovers more quickly than you, Poe makes a move to lift you off of him by your hips but the tiny upward movement causes you to grab onto his shoulders and hiss in pain. He stops and looks at you but your eyes are closed tightly and you're gritting your teeth together ever more forcefully while willing the pain away.

Poe is scared to move, he doesn't fully understand the reaction. Yes, he was rough, maybe too much, certainly more so than he's ever been but he didn't think he could have hurt you that badly. Then, he looks down where you are still connected and what he sees turns him ghostly pale. He carefully lowers you back down to his lap and holds you by your lower back while he reaches out to turn your face to him.

You open your eyes at the gentle touch with which he guides to meet his gaze. You see his emotions storming in his eyes, but most of all his concern, he's almost on the verge of panic.

"I hurt you, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I..." He is ready to beg for your forgiveness, to do anything to make it better until you reach a medic, but you interrupt his panicked rambling.

"No, you didn't. It's not your fault." You whisper, not having enough strength to do more.

"But the blood...It's too much and..." you make him stop at his track of thought when you quickly look away and he sees your lips wobbling a little, then he realises what happened as he looks at you more thoroughly.

"Oh..." You look young now, so young... How could he not notice this before? You couldn't be older than 25, he doubted you're more than a couple of years in your twenties actually. So he has at least a decade on you, years of experience and time to mature and become more responsible and he didn't have it in him to keep his obviously terrified soulmate safe from his impulses.

"Fuck!" The outburst makes you flinch this time but he is quick to assure you he doesn't mean any harm. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I swear, I'll never cause you any pain ever again."

"Don't make promises you can't keep. I'll only bring you misery and you'll be helpless to return it." The resigning statement breaks his heart and just makes him more determined to keep you safe, even if it's him that's threatening you.

"No." He says it with so much resolution you can't help but look up at him. This proves to be a mistake because as soon as you look at him and see the gentle, tortured expression he has on, you burst into tears. He pulls you to him into a full hug as your crying intensifies and holds you tightly, brushing the side of your face and your back to comfort you while you let it all out.

"Shh... It's all right. It's okay, we're gonna be okay." Poe is soothing you for a while like this as your hiccuping cries subdue enough for you to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." You keep repeating to him, face buried where his neck and shoulder meet, your arms wrapped around him in an unyielding grip like you are afraid to let him go.

"Shh...No more of that. We were both idiots but we are past that, we need to move on." He says gently, placing a kiss on your forehead when you look at him again.

"Come on sweetheart, it's time to move and clean you up." He stands with you in his arms, careful with his movements until he reaches the tiny built-in refreshener and places you on top of the counter. Poe cleans you both up as much as possible and arranges your clothes, then carries you back to the pilot seat.

You sit in his lap while you talk, you agree to never bring up what happened on this ship and start over as soon as you land. You see him in his element when he could truly let go of what happened and he shines brighter than a thousand suns. You live and fight together. He falls for you easily, after all, you were made for him, and his loving warmth brings you happiness as you slowly fall in love with your soulmate too.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #tppkinktober2021 #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #❌#🔥#⚡#💔#🌎#my stuff #my fics

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msmarvelouswinchester · 2 years

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Happier (Angst)

Summary - Dean wants to make everything right with the reader, but when he realizes it, he is already too late

Hold On (Angst)

Summary - Based on the song ‘Hold On’ by Chord Overstreet

Empty Space (Angst)

Summary - Dean pushes the reader away. But was it a good decision?

Overlooked Love (Angst)

Summary - Dean’s fears stop him from telling the reader about his feelings and becomes to late when he finally decides to speak out about his feelings.

Mean (Flangst)

Summary - She is dangerous and he knows it but he wants her all to himself.

That Red Shirt (Flangst)

Summary - Sometimes all you need is one person to make your special day better but what happens when he is a little changed

Always Keep Fighting (Flangst, Comfort)

Summary - Sometimes you need a person to hold on to, to tell you that you are worth it because you are worth it.

It’s Called Karma (Fluff)

Summary - The reader and Dean get into a fight because Dean doesn’t like the Reader’s favourite band but the reader is not one to easily back out of a fight.

The Other Woman (Angst, Crack)

Summary - Y/N comes back from a solo hunt to find an unknown woman kissing her boyfriend. Who is she? Will it end their relationship or can they get past the mistake?

How Dare You? (Angst, Crack)

Summary - Some mistakes are unforgivable. When Dean makes a stupid mistake, will the Reader forgive him?

Don’t Wanna Lose You (part 1) (Fluff)

Summary - The reader is couped up in the bunker trying to find a way to save Dean. Dean takes matters into his own hands to help the reader relax.

Never Gonna Lose You (part 2) (Fluff)

Summary - Even with Chuck’s danger hanging over the heads of the Winchesters and the Reader, preparations for Dean and Reader’s wedding start in the bunker

Witches Just Wanna Have Fun (Part 1 Part 2) (Flangst, Crack)

Summary - Witch hunts always result in weird consequences but this particular hunt has the most weird consequence even for the Winchesters and the Reader.

Daddy’s A Superhero (Fluff)

Summary - Eli comes homes from school and yells at his dad calling him a liar.

Hello Stranger (Flangst) - Miniseries

Summary - You were going through a rough patch in your life. As you were drinking away your problems, you met with a green eyed man who acts a little too nice towards you.

Hey Sweetheart (Flangst)

Summary - Dean was suddenly pampering you too much. Not that you don’t like it, but what happens when a Winchester lets his guard down?

What The Heart Wants (Flangst)

Summary - Dean thinks his heart’s deepest desire is to cast Michael out of his head but is that really his heart’s deepest desire?

Shake It Off (Fluff)

Summary - Dean decided to teach the Reader how to drive.

Broken Inside (Hurt/Comfort)

Summary - “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place” - George Bernard Shaw.

Better Than Fiction (18+)

Summary - What happens when Dean catches you reading a very inappropriate piece of writing?

Invisible String (Flangst)

Summary - Dean Winchester was never a man who would freely speak about his feelings and emotions. The reader, is his best friend of many years but some wrong choices and words of Dean’s pushes a the reader away.

Not A Fairytale (Angst)

Summary - Your life after you had met Dean was going great until he showed up in the middle of the night and everything around you came crashing down.

Not Yours(Angst)

Summary - “The heart was made to be broken” - Oscar Wilde.

Lost Years (Flangst - 18+)

Summary - After spending five years in LA, Dean comes back to Lawrence and meets up with his bestfriend or rather his then bestfriend. Y/N isn’t exactly happy on seeing Dean either. Will he be able to fix his strained relationship with her?

Trainwreck (Flangst, Self-hate - hurt/comfort)

Summary - Even the big, bad Winchester needs to let himself go sometimes.

Et Vertit In Felem (Crack, Fluff)

Summary - A witch hunt goes wrong which leads to som interesting discoveries.

A Million Reasons Why (Fluff - 18+)

Summary - Dean wonders why you chose to be with him so you decide to show him.

Wrong Universe (Complete)

Summary - When the actor of the show comes face to face with the characters, what can possibly go wrong?

Two Weeks (On hold)

Summary - You don't know the value of someone until you lose them. Dean didn't understand the importance of you in his life until he was too late.

Love In Sin (On-going)

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Stranger (On-going)

Summary - Not all decisions a person takes proves to be alright. Some have grave consequences. Dean had taken a decision at the heat of the moment which he thought would prove to be alright, but what happens when he has to bear the brunt of his stupid decision?

Irresistibly Yours (On-going)

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

#dean winchester masterlist #masterlist

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golden-pickaxe · 3 years

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Hi, you could do: Fem! Reader x Eric (or neutral gender) where the reader is temperamentally similar to Eric and is not afraid to challenge him, this intigrates him, and leads him to flirt with the reader (possible smut);

Closer

Reader Gender: Female

Fandom: Divergent

Pairing: Eric x Reader

Warnings: Violence, (slightly rough) smut

Word Count: ~5.000

A/N: I should actually study for my master’s exam, but well… here I am. I rewrote a draft I had on my computer for 6 years, and I hope this is kind of what you wanted! It is also past 1 am now, so.. yea.

Also thanks for my first request :D Also, pro-tip: don’t write smut while continuing to listen to your classical music study playlist, that really does not convey the mood! (even though Johann Strauss slaps!)

“Alright, listen up!” Eric’s loud voice echoed through the training halls, strong and confident as usually, attracting the attention of the initiates around him. The teenagers stopped their various exercises, looking over to the leader, some curious, some with a worried expression on their faces. Eric was standing by the door, next to you and Four.

You stepped forward slightly, as the initiates jogged over to the three of you, gathering around you. You raised your voice.

“My name is Y/N! I’m head of the weapon development and weapon repair team here at Dauntless, and for the next few days I will be your instructor for correct weapon handling and weapon training. Of course, you already had some shooting lessons since your arrival, but frankly, they are not.. to my standards.” You crossed your arms behind your back, ignoring the low snort of Four behind you.

“I’d suggest you lot pay close attention, because incorrect handling of some of the weapons we use will lead to injury, and in the worst-case death.”

There was a murmur going through the initiates, but it stopped when you glared at the few who had dared to talk to each other. You knew how you appeared to them, what impression you made on them, and used it to your advantage.

“Over the course of the next week I will show you how to use, dismantle, reload, clean and repair the different kind of guns and firearms we use here at Dauntless. Don’t underestimate the importance of these lessons, they will be crucial in your later life. If you have any problems or questions, never hesitate to ask.”

You paused for a moment, mustering the faces of the initiates in front of you, most of them staring back with curious and interested expressions. You still remembered being one of them, although you had been a Dauntless born.

“In the future, if you have any troubles with your rifles, our workshop is where you drop by to get it fixed. If you make it through initiation, that is.” Your eyes wandered over to the ranking board, and you noticed how the group in front of you visibly tensed up. You turned around to Eric and Four, nodding at them before facing the teenagers again. “We will soon all go up to the shooting range, to start your training. But first we will go over theory.”

You walked towards the door, picking up two large cases standing next to it, returning to the initiates where you put them on a large Table the other instructors had carried into the training halls earlier.

With trained fingers you opened the cases, revealing an array of different types of handguns.

“Today we will work with pistols. Good for close combat and handy in urban situations. Best choice if you find yourself in the ruins, dealing with factionless.” You started, taking one of the weapons out of the case.

“Do we really need to know all that?” someone of the group suddenly asked after you had started to explain the mechanisms of the weapon, and you looked up, your eyes fixating him. He flinched, raising his shoulders a bit defensively.

“Step forward.” You said, quickly loading two pistols with munition. The boy was pale as a corpse, when he slowly came forward, the rest of the group holding their breath.

You took one of the pistols, you knew this model very well, purposely inserting the magazine in a way, you knew it always jammed. You pushed the weapon into the boy’s hand, taking the other pistol and aiming it directly at the initiate’s head.

“You are out, patrolling. You get separated from your group, and are faced with a bunch of factionless who have nothing to lose. One point a gun at you, ready to fire, because believe it or not, they get their hands on firearms. You did not pay attention when you learned how to handle weapons properly, and your handgun jams. What do you do now?” you asked, tilting your head. The boy was shaking. “Ten..”

Panic appeared in the initiate’s eyes, and he looked down, trying to un-jam it, trying anything. The magazine was not moving and he could not pull the trigger either.

“Nine.”

“I can’t, oh god, I’m sorry.” He looked as if he was about to cry.

“Eight.”

He continued to struggle and you continued to count down, taking a step forward, the cold metal of your gun now touching his forehead.

None of the other initiates was talking, although you saw pure panic in their eyes. One almost looked as if she was about to say something stupid, but a raised eyebrow from you and an intervening friend apparently stopped her from opening her mouth.

“Three. Two. One.” You raised your gun at the ceiling, firing a shot. The boy in front of you flinched and fell to the floor, apparently half thinking you actually shot him.

“See, without ‘all that’, you’d be dead. So pay attention.” You took the gun from his hand, showing everyone a quick trick to unjam it, before returning to the table. You noticed how the other instructors looked at you, Four with supressed shock, and Eric with not so supressed amusement. He seemed almost impressed.

“Where were I..?” You asked rhetorically, before resuming your theoretical instruction.

As you continued to explain the different models you had brought with you to the group in front of you, telling them how to load, unload and dismantle them, the other instructors were standing behind you in silence.

“And always, always, at least five times, check if your gun is unloaded before you clean it!” you said, glaring at a brown haired boy, called Peter if you remembered correctly, who snorted at your remark.

“You laugh, but I had a fair share of stupid friends who shot themselves because they were too lazy to check, completely sure it was unloaded. You might survive a pistol, but if it happens to be a shotgun and, say, you shoot yourself here..” you pointed at your hip. “Trust me, you won’t have any children in the future.”

The boy turned a bit pale, and others around him started to giggle. You smirked, turning back to the table.

“Please build teams of two, we’re going to go up to the shooting range now. Take turns in shooting, and every fifteen minutes or so we will swap guns, so everyone gets at least one shot out of every different type. You will unload, reload and shoot. If a weapon jams, you tell me, and I will demonstrate for the group how to deal with that. Any questions?”

No one seemed to have any questions, so you packed up the guns, while Eric and Four lead the group up to the shooting range. You followed them, handing out the guns at the roof top, while Eric and Four distributed the ammunition among the initiates.

You usually were not the person to do the weapon training, but Max had politely forced you to do it this year. You were one, if not the best in handling the firearms used in Dauntless, able to repair every single gun your faction used in your sleep.

It was your passion and your hobby, and you were glad that you had been good enough at initiation to work as what you wanted. Your mother had also been a weapon tech, and you always wanted to do the same.

You watched the other two instructors oversee the shooting. They had been in the same year as you, both transfers while you were Dauntless born. They were right at the top, and you right behind, being fourth in the ranking. Involuntary your eyes stuck onto Eric, who had crossed his arms in front of his chest, while mustering one of the transfers loading a handgun.

You had to admit, Eric was one of a kind. Incredibly handsome, strong, dominant and rough, also often cruel and arrogant. Dauntless though and through, although he still had some Erudite inside of him. He looked very different now, from the blue-clad boy who had arrived at Dauntless years ago.

He had something fascinating about him. His strong arms and muscular legs were also quite nice to look at. Eye candy, one could say.

Shortly before lunch every group had fired every kind of weapon, and you packed up, checking if the guns really were unloaded, before putting them back in their cases.

“How are they holding up?” you looked up, seeing Eric standing next to you, his hands casually on his hips, while looking at the group of initiates, who slowly dissolved, and headed for the stairs leading down back into the building.

“They’re not too bad.” You admitted, closing the case in front of you. “Some are actually quite good.” Then you thought about that one girl, Tris her name was if you remembered correctly, who manage to hit the target only once. “Others maybe not so.”

Eric chuckled looking back at you, and you noticed his eyes wander over your body.

“Yea, but they will get cut anyways.” He shrugged.

“Still don’t really get the ‘cut’ thing.” You sighed, pricking up the cases from the table, one in each hand. “If that’s the new way of handling the weaklings, we will soon run out of janitors and kitchen staff, not to mention be overflown by angry factionless. There are enough of those poor sods as it is.”

“Well, we are not Abnegation to hand out charity. If they want to be in Dauntless, they have to be good enough.” Eric crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“They chose our way of life. They chose to be here. I think that is proof enough. And some take longer to be their best.” You shrugged. “I think changing the rules is a stupid arse decision, and we will have to face the consequences sooner than later.”

You turned away, making your way down to the arsenal, located right next to your workshop, to put the guns away. Eric just stared after you, a frown on his face.

The next week was full of tutoring the transfers in handling everything from standard rifles to flame throwers and shotguns. Once you had made Peter shoot an apple off of the head of one of his friends, as he had been too cocky about his abilities for your taste.

“You really think you’re the best shot? Proof it!”

After that he had kept his big mouth shut, and the initiates were now completely sure that you were not to be fucked with. It was the perfect balance of them having respect for you to not act foolishly, but also having enough trust to ask you if something was unclear, or if they had any problems. You also helped the ones low in ranking, empathising a bit more what they had to do, to give them a better chance at making it. The cut really was a shit decision, but Max had refused to change the rules, even when you had yelled at him.

There were also many weird and casual after-work conversations with Eric while you packed up. Before this week you had never really talked, and only ever seen each other a few times while he had been training to be an instructor and leader.

You sometimes even thought he tried to.. flirt? Complimenting you handling the weapons and initiates. He wasn’t very good at it, though.

Still, he was intelligent and quite interesting, and the conversations were never boring.

----

“Is there something going on between Y/N and Eric?” Christina asked frowning, turningher head to Tris, who mustered the two instructors standing at the table. Over the past week they had always seemed to talk to each other after training, and most of them had noticed how Eric stared at her, when he thought no-one was looking.

“I don’t know, but he seems to like her?” Tris shrugged.

----

It was about two weeks later, quite late, and you had just returned from the wall, where you had overseen the installation of a kind of gatling gun, after a few factionless had attacked an Amity caravan. It only shot non-lethal ammunition, like the nerve agents used for training, mimicking the pain of a real gun shot.

The government had decided that you should not aim to kill the factionless, but scare them away. Pointless, you thought, as you knew if they were desperate enough they would go there anyways.

You were sitting in the mess hall, eating a late dinner, when you noticed the door open. Eric entered, wearing just a t-shirt and combat trousers, smiling when he spotted you. You raised an eyebrow at him, but continued to eat.

Eric came over to your table, sitting down in front of you casually.

“Heard you were back.” He said.

“Seems so.” Was everything you answered.

“How did it go?” he asked, grabbing your glass and taking a sip of your water, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You blinked a few times at him, but he just chuckled. “You want to grab a drink, or are you too tired?”

Was he.. asking you out? It was hard to tell with him. But his smile seemed sincere, not like the one his initiates received.

“If you’re buying. Sure, why not.” You smirked. “Wait in the pit, I’ll join you in a bit.”

“And how do I know you’ll come?” Eric leaned forward a bit, his eyes fixed on yours. There was a provocative smile on his lips.

“Well, you have to take the risk, no?” you quickly raised your eyebrows once, before breaking eye contact and resuming your dinner. Eric chuckled again.

“Ok.” He said, before he got up, leaving the mess hall, not looking back at you.

You had to grin and bite your tongue. You had not really thought that you were Eric’s type. You had thought that he would be into women he could easily handle, that were just pretty and would hang on his arm while he was in the pit. But it seemed more as if he wanted someone who was his equal in ability, skill and intelligence, someone he could always compete with. Something like a fun, sexy rivalry. And if you were honest, that sounded really, really fun.

You certainly didn’t hurry to finish your dinner, and bringing the dishes back to the kitchen. You also headed back to your apartment for a quick shower and to change your clothes, putting on a tank top and combat trousers which looked really good on you, and styling yourself up a bit.

Finally, you made your way to the pit, which was filled with people. Dauntless members and initiates mingled together, it was noisy and as always full of life. You waved a friend you spotted a bit to the side, but made your way to the bar at the bottom, hoping to find Eric there. It was a bit hard to see him in the mass of moving bodies, even with his tall height.

You leaned against the bar, letting your eyes wander through the crowd. Had you taken too long? Had he already gone? Maybe he hadn’t been that interested after all.

But your worries were blown away jut a moment later, when you noticed Eric approach you, making his way through the crowd of people. He had not changed, but he also had already looked great.

A smirk was on his handsome face, and he leaned against the bar next to you, so close that your arm was touching his.

“You look good.” He said into your ear, having to bend down a bit.

“Worth the wait?” you shot back.

“Worth the wait!” he chuckled. “What do you like to drink?”

----

Eric ordered drinks from the man at the bar, leaning against it sideways so that his front was facing Y/N. He was very obviously flirting with her, but she seemed to also enjoy it a lot.

“I don’t know why, but seeing them together like this makes me super uneasy.” Christina shuddered a bit.

“Why?” Will frowned at his girlfriend.

“I don’t know they are both so.. scary.” The girl looked at her friends. “Don’t you think? The meanest people in Dauntless being all flirty.” She obviously had not forgotten Eric throwing her down the chasm, or Y/N pretending to shoot an initiate.

Tris chewed her lips.

“Even scary people should be happy.” She finally said, causing the others to laugh.

“Seriously? Can you imagine them together? The next round of initiates will all either die or end up factionless.” Chris looked over to them again, seeing Y/N sipping her drink, and Eric laughing. His arm was positioned behind her on the bar now. “Yuck.”

----

“I tried to hit him, but he shot me in the leg first, hurt like a bitch.” Eric shook his head, and you noticed his fingers carefully stroking your back. A shiver ran down your spine, the good kind.

“Maybe I should teach you how to shoot then. Didn’t know you were so bad at it.” You bit your tongue, before downing the rest of you drink.

Eric gaped for a moment, probably unsure if he should be mad or not. Finally, he just chuckled, nodding.

“Yea, maybe a private lesson is what I need.” He grinned. He raised his glass, taking a sip.

“If you need instructions how to use your weapon properly, we can start tonight, my place.”

Eric choked on his drink, turning away when it shot out of his nose. He put the glass down onto the bar, grabbing a napkin from behind it to wipe his face, all the while unable to stop laughing.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he growled. You had to laugh too, pushing yourself away from the bar.

“The offer stands.” You winked, making your way through the crowd and towards the corridors, leading to the living area of Dauntless.

You had just entered the corridor, when suddenly a hand grabbed your arm and turned you around. Before you could really react, Eric pressed you against a wall, his hands on your waist, his lips on yours.

You immediately returned the kiss, opening your mouth a bit to deepen it, exploring Eric’s mouth with your tongue. You honestly didn’t give a shit that you were still kind of in the pit, with everyone able to see you. Both of you were known and quite prominent figures in Dauntless, so you already knew that there would be a lot of gossip, but you didn’t really care.

Everything that was important now was Eric, and the kiss you shared. It was a pity that his hair was so short, you really would’ve liked to pull it. You ran your hands over his broad chest, before pushing him away.

He looked a bit startled, but relaxed seeing your grin.

“I said my place. Not any place, Eric.” With that you turned around again, walking on and towards your apartment. Eric was right beside you, his hands snaking around your hips.

Even though you made sure that he would not see it, you were very excited in this moment. Eric was not only insanely attractive, but you also grew to like him a lot. You would not even mind for this to.. become more. More than just a hook up.

You finally reached your apartment door, and you tipped your personal code into the pad next to the door. As soon as you were in and the door was shut behind you, Eric was on you again, his hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you passionately.

With uncoordinated hands you grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head in a swift move. The tattoos on his neck stood in stark contrast to his skin, and you could not hold back but to kiss them, before strongly biting into it.

Eric growled, lifting you up with his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his hip. Apparently he had seen the open door to your bedroom, as he started to slowly walk over there, while you still attacked his neck.

He pushed you off of him, right onto your bed. Instead of following you though, he got down onto his knees, opening your boots and pulling them off. You just let him go to work, interested what he was planning. Your shoes were followed by your socks, and he also made quick work of his own. Then he climbed onto the bed, looming over you, before kissing you again.

“How thoughtful.” You murmured against his lips. He did not answer, only bit you into your bottom lip, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to break skin. You moaned against his mouth, hands running over his exposed chest. Eric’s hands ran underneath your tank top, taking it off quickly, his hands running over your torso.

The kiss was passionately and intense. Literally breath-taking , and you had to push Eric away to get some air. He only used the break to kiss your neck, moving downwards your body. Your nails dragged along his back, when you felt his fingers move underneath your sports-bra, pulling it off just like your tank top.

Eric leaned back, taking a moment to muster you. Lust was in his eyes, and he licked his lips as he looked at your exposed skin.

“Like what you see?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Oh, Y/N, you have no idea.” And with that he was over you again, one hand supporting himself on the bed while the other one moved to your breasts. You gasped against his mouth as he kissed you once more, his taste intoxicating. Maybe that was also the whiskey he had ordered at the bar, you were not quite sure.

Your hands moved own his chest and stomach, opening the fly of his trousers. You were really glad he wasn’t wearing a blet, you were really not in the mood to fiddle with that.

Eric groaned when you pushed your hand into his underwear, a grin appearing on your face when you found his member already fully erect.

“Oh you really like what you see, eh?” you laughed, and Eric growled.

Eric’s hand now moved down your body, opening your trousers with a way too skilled hand. He moved back, grabbing the waistband your trousers and your pants, pulling them down together, leaving you lying on the bed completely naked. You sat up, pulling him back onto the bed, turning the two of you so you were now on top of him.

Eric seemed a bit surprised at that, but rolled with it, a smile on his face as he bit his lip in expectation. Just as he had done with you, you pulled his remaining clothes off, and just had to take a moment to look at him.

Eric was incredibly muscular, and there were tattoos on his stomach and right leg that you had never seen before. They had the same style as the rest, in stark contrast to his skin. He was incredibly attractive, and the piercings above his brow shimmered lightly in the faint light inside of your apartment. You straddled him, moving your head down to kiss him again, your hands finding his hair. It was short, yes, but not too short.

You pulled hard, making him groan, but at the same time buck his hips up. Yea, you could tell he liked it a bit more rough.

“I’m going to make you scream, before I’m done with you..” he almost hissed against your mouth. You bit his lower lip, unable to supress a grin.

“Let’s see who’ll scream first.”

With that you moved your lips to his neck, sucking and biting his skin, moving downwards, over his chest and stomach. You bit his hip, so hard that he actually almost shouted, but the twitch of his cock against your chest told you that he enjoyed it.

“If you bite down there, I swear Y/N, I’ll kill you!” Eric growled and you moved down even further, and you had to laugh.

“I’m mean, but not that mean.” You said, before lowering your head and licking over his erection, enticing a moan out of his mouth. He looked down at you with hungry eyes, clenching his jaw.

Suddenly he sat up, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you onto the mattress, before he rolled over you, his lips finding yours again. His hand moved down and between your legs, the moisture he found there making him groan.

“How are you so hot, damn.” You barely understood what he was saying, but it didn’t even matter, because his fingers quickly found your clit, circling it. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. Eric growled, his fingers moving more quickly, before they suddenly dipped down, pressing into you.

A loud moan left your lips and you rolled your eyes, your hips bucking to meet his fingers.

“Eric!” it came out of your mouth, and you moaning his name seemed to turn him on even more. He quickly moved his fingers in and out of you, causing you to clench around him. His thumb was in a position to hit your clit with every thrust, and your nails now were so deep in his shoulders, you knew that even if you didn’t draw blood, you would surly leave marks.

Eric kissed and bit your neck, his hand not slowing down.

“Do you have..” he started to murmur into your ear, and you nodded quickly.

“Bed.. oh my.. bedside table.” You barely managed to bring out.

“Good.” Eric stopped his movements, his hand gone, and this time it was you who groaned.

Eric laughed, pressing a kiss onto your cheek, which was such a contrast to the otherwise rough actions that you had to raise an eyebrow.

But Eric didn’t even notice that, as he had sat up, and opened the drawer of your bedside table, quickly finding what he was looking for.

He opened the shiny package of the condom with his teeth, putting it onto himself. Just as he wanted to crawl over you, you pushed him, so he fell onto his back, climbing on top of him again. This whole thing kind of felt like a battle for dominance, and you really liked that.

Eric just looked at you with hungry eyes, his hands finding your thighs as you straddled him. You bit your lip as you grabbed his cock, guiding it to your entrance, slowly, very slowly lowering yourself onto him.

You closed your eyes, breathing steadily. Eric was.. thick. And stretched you a bit more than you had expected. You had almost expected him to push his hips up, but he kept steady, not moving until you were all the way down. You opened your eyes again, looking down at the man, who started to grin when your eyes met. You grinned back, lifting your hips again, and moving down, this time a bit quicker.

Your started up a hard, even if not so fast pace, and the sound of both of your moans filled the bedroom. You were sure the person in the apartment next to yours was probably able to hear you, but you didn’t really care about that.

You leaned back a bit, throwing your head into your neck, your hands on Eric’s strong thighs, supporting yourself. You felt Erics hand run down your torso, before his thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in tandem with your movements. You felt yourself edging more and more towards the end, the feeling of him inside of you and his hands on you was just.. amazing.

“Eric..” you moaned again, and just as last time this seamed to turn him on even more. Eric sat up, wrapping an arm around your torso, and supporting your movements, quickening them while his mouth found your neck again.

“Y/N!” his voice was coarse and deep and so god damn sexy it drove you insane.

Your hands wandered into his neck, and one into his hair, pulling it strongly, so his head was back in his neck. You moved your head to kiss him, all tongue and teeth, uncoordinated but extremely erotic.

When you let go of his hair he rolled the two of you over once more, him now over you again. Eric sat up a hard and quick pace, his hand automatically finding your clit and rubbing it just as fast. You moaned loudly, arching your back as you felt your orgasm draw nearer and nearer.

Eric’s face was next to your ear, and you heard him moan and that was what finally pushed you over the edge. You came hard, your legs wrapping around Eric’s waist and you clenching around his cock. Your moan was loud, but nothing compared to Eric. One, two more thrusts, and he collapsed on top of you, breathing hard and fast.

“Shit.” He murmured, before rolling off of you.

“I won. You screamed.” You laughed breathlessly, and he chimed in.

“Oh fuck off.”

#eric coulter #eric coulter imagine #eric divergent #divergent imagine #eric divergent imagine #divergent fanfiction #eric coulter x reader #divergent

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illuminatedquill · 3 years

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Extracurricular, An Analysis

Oh Ji-soo and Bae Gyu-ri

“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won’t adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as it’s accomplice.” - Tom Robbins

You know the story. You’ve heard it before, right?

Boy meets girl.

Girl finds out that boy is running a side protection business for prostitutes.

Girl decides to blackmail boy into letting her join his business.

Classic high school criminal shenanigans ensue leading them into more dangerous situations where they are forced to make desperate decisions to stay alive.

Oh, and they fall in love along the way.

Oh? You haven’t heard this one before? Then let me introduce you to this delightful kdrama called Extracurricular.

I watched this one while waiting for the newest Hometown Cha Cha Cha episodes to drop and ended up binging the whole series in two days. There are many remarkable parts of this series: it’s a crime drama, first and foremost, that showcases high school teenagers caught in a cycle of violence and crime, abandoned by the society and adults that are supposed to be protecting them. There are no clear good guys and bad guys in this drama; everyone is cast in shades of grey. Our main leads, Oh Ji-soo and Bae Gyu-ri, run the prostitution business, and are both from broken family backgrounds. Their actions are morally questionable at best, but the top tier performances from Kim Dong Hee (you might remember him from Itaewon Class) and Park Ju Hyun make you cheer for them anyway. You want them to have a happy ending, despite the horrible things they do. The audience is always reminded that despite how clever they are in staying ahead, their actions have consequences, and they’re just high school kids. The drama never pulls it punches.

But, weirdly enough, it’s also a love story. And that’s the part the really sticks with me until now. (The chemistry between the main leads is absolute dynamite and I could watch ten episodes of them just verbally sparring with each other. They don’t even kiss. They’re that fantastic when together on screen.)

I’m writing this because this is undoubtedly one of my all time favorite kdramas and I have a lot of feelings about our main pairing, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri. I can’t call them a couple (wait, didn’t I just say they fall in love) because their relationship can’t be labelled simply as that. Think of it as something similar to the main leads in My Ahjussi. Two people who should have become soulmates, yet met at the wrong time.

This kdrama is not particularly happy, and while I do encourage people to watch this, I am warning that the subject matter is extremely dark. If you’re sensitive to scenes depicting sexual assault, graphic violence, or anything in that zip code you’ll want to steer clear.

Also, I’ll be diving into spoiler territory in this analysis. So if you want to go in clean, then stop reading here.

Still here? Awesome. Let’s dive deep into the messy, amazing pairing that is Oh Ji-soo and Bae Gyu-ri. First, let’s do a brief character background on our two main leads, starting with Ji-soo.

Oh Ji-soo is one half of our main pairing and this story starts with him. He lives by himself and has been essentially abandoned by his only parents; his father is a failed businessman who gambles whatever money he acquires on scams and his mother ran away. His apartment is small, sparse, but functional. He owns only a few outfits aside from his school uniform. The only unique item he owns is a pet hermit crab that he takes care of. His life outside of school is non-existent; he has no friends, no one to hang out with and do typical high school teenager activities with. He takes care of himself and lives only for himself and his “dream”: to graduate, attend college, get married, and have kids like a normal person.

But to do that, he needs a large amount of money. He has no other financial means to do so (his father is largely absent, as is his mother), so he decides, at some point, to start up this protection business for prostitutes. The drama doesn’t go into detail about the how and why he came to this conclusion that this was the best way to make a lot of money in a short amount of time, so you’ll have to suspend your disbelief from the get go. Considering the themes of the story (how youths abandoned by society tend to act out in extreme ways to make it in this world), it’s not hard to believe his desperation would drive him to make such a decision.

Ji-soo, despite his shady business, is actually a decent person. There’s a streak of humanity that exists inside him that refuses to go out, despite the increasingly dark and bleak events that start to overtake his life. He’s attached to his hermit crab, cares for his “employees” outside of them being tools to make him money, and doesn’t want to see anyone get hurt. He goes above and beyond what’s required to help out people at the risk of his own life (in particular, Gyu-ri, and we’ll get into that shortly).

What we learn from the first few episodes is that Oh Ji-soo is extremely smart and methodical in how he approaches his life. At school, he is known as a model student - quiet, top of the class in terms of grades, doesn’t draw any attention to himself, always follows along with what the teachers ask of him. Only his homeroom teacher, Mr. Cho, seems to consider his quiet style of existence to be concerning and tries to make him less socially awkward by pairing him up with another student in a new extracurricular club. This leads to the introduction of Bae Gyu-ri, Ji-soo’s longtime crush and future partner-in-crime.

Meet Bae Gyu-ri, the other half of our dynamic duo. Her introduction into the story kickstarts the entire plot, as one of her earliest actions leads to a domino effect that spells increasing doom and tragedy for our main leads. She messes with Ji-soo’s operation at a critical moment and she spends the rest of the drama doing her best to make up for the consequences that follow.

In my personal opinion, she is probably the best main female lead I’ve ever seen in a kdrama. Hands down, no other character exists (currently) that rivals her sheer cunning, wit, and badassery. Gyu-ri is Crazy, capital C, and is the chaos to Ji-soo’s control; the fire to his ice. Despite being the direct cause of half the events that happen to Ji-soo in the drama, he can’t help but need her because of what she offers. They make an incredible team. Her competitiveness, her need to win no matter the odds, helps them survive time and time again.

Gyu-ri is from the opposite end of the spectrum of Ji-soo; he’s dirt poor and she’s insanely rich (always nice to see a reversal of typical kdrama tropes). Her mother and father run a successful entertainment company. Gyu-ri is popular at school, friends with seemingly everybody, pretty, cheerful and gets along well with her teachers. Ji-soo, and the audience, believe from the beginning that she has the perfect life. It’s not hard to believe that she’s just involving herself in Ji-soo’s business because she’s bored and needs an outlet, at first.

We soon learn otherwise. Gyu-ri has more in common with Ji-soo than he initially realizes, in that they’re both trapped in circumstances beyond their control - it’s just that Gyu-ri’s cage is gilded, whereas his is not. Her parents are strict and have her life planned out for her, all without her consent or input, leaving her feeling frustrated and powerless despite her rich lifestyle. A suicide attempt hasn’t done much to change her parents attitude towards her, only serving to further their control over her life.

So, when she learns of Ji-soo’s operation she immediately seeks to angle her way into it. First, she tries to rip him off, believing that he’s an evil “pimp” and thus deserves it. But after spending some time with him, she changes her mind last second and decides to help him out instead.

And, now, let’s get into their relationship, which is one of the best (if not the best) aspect in the entire series.

I need to be upfront about something: the relationship between Ji-soo and Gyu-ri is not exactly healthy. I wouldn’t describe it as toxic - the circumstances surrounding them aren’t exactly the best environment to encourage open and honest communication - but it’s definitely not what should be considered ideal, especially for young adults, and especially for young adults who are dabbling in crime instead of studying.

So, why do I love them so much? If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you know that I loathe toxic relationships in kdramas, so I understand if you think I’m coming off as hypocritical here. Why do I like Oh Ji-soo and Bae Gyu-ri when I didn’t like, for example from recent history, (oh boy, here I go again on my Nevertheless BS) Park Jae-eon and Yu Na-bi?

First, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri are way cooler than Jae-eon and Na-bi ever could be. They run a criminal enterprise that involves having a high amount of intelligence, cunning, and daring to do so. Do Jae-eon and Na-bi run a criminal enterprise as a side business? No, they don’t, because they’re boring art students.

Secondly, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri actually progress in their relationship and change their views as they learn from each other. Now, granted, that progress isn’t towards becoming better versions of each other - quite the opposite. But at least they have progress. Jae-eon and Na-bi stayed in the same stupid cycle for the whole series and then decided that it was better staying that way as opposed to trying for something else.

Last, but certainly not least, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri are actually interesting to watch for me. The chemistry between Park Ju Hyun and Kim Dong Hee is explosive and they way they spar, exchange looks, and just generally exist around each other on screen is something I can watch forever. I’ve said this before but Han So Hee and Song Kang’s on screen chemistry, outside of their intimate scenes, really didn’t impress me.

Okay, back to Extracurricular. This relationship, man. It’s all I can think about (other than HomeCha’s Du-sik and Hye-jin, but that’s another post). Ji-soo and Gyu-ri are so good together.

I’ve noted before that Ji-soo is methodical in how he approaches his life; he plans out everything ahead, and rigs any situation as much as he can in his favor. It’s brilliant, but when a crisis happens, he doesn’t know how to deal with it effectively. He panics and flounders; becomes indecisive at a time when clear, decisive action is required.

Enter Gyu-ri. She quickly becomes the partner he never knew he needed. When there’s a situation, she becomes invaluable in her quick thinking and wit, coming up with solutions on the fly. It’s not perfect, but it keeps them just one small step ahead of whatever is coming their way.

The only thing preventing them from becoming unstoppable is the lack of communication and trust they have with each other. A lot of that has to do with how Gyu-ri entered Ji-soo’s business - she blackmailed him first, and, when that failed, she strong armed her way into getting him to accept her help. It’s implied in the drama that Ji-soo has had a crush on Gyu-ri for a while (since ninth grade, I believe) and in the first episode he actually gets the chance to spend time with her outside of school on a sort of quasi-date.

It goes sideways pretty quickly because of some shenanigans from his business, but not before she gets to know him and says some pretty touching words regarding his situation. Poor guy is head over heels - even after finding out that she’s the one blackmailing him, his feelings are only dampened, not extinguished. When he catches a glimpse of her family’s situation, he gains a deeper understanding of her and why she acts the way she does. Even more importantly, Ji-soo treats her the same after finding out this information which, to someone like Gyu-ri, means more than if he comforted her about it.

If you want to see a physical representation of how he feels, other than paying attention to his actions, you can see it in him keeping mementos from Gyu-ri. She has an interesting habit of folding bags into origami shapes and giving it to him. Even after the blackmail reveal, you can see that he continues to keep these in a container on his desk. It’s really cute that he keeps these, when it probably doesn’t even matter that much to Gyu-ri.

Towards the end of the drama, Ji-soo prepares to turn himself in to prevent Gyu-ri from being implicated in the crimes they committed. And it costs him almost everything to protect her. Ji-soo, the quiet, nerdy kid, puts himself on the line time and time again to protect Gyu-ri, knowing that it puts his life and his dream at risk to do so. And all for what? For some girl that he thinks doesn’t even like him in return?

Well, let’s talk about that. Because I’ve seen some comments that Gyu-ri was only using Ji-soo for her own selfish gain. And I can agree that was how it was at the beginning for her; she definitely was only interested in acquiring money, like Ji-soo was, in order to achieve her own goal of being free from her parents.

But, oh man, that is not what is motivating her at the end.

It’s actually pointed out relatively early by some of her friends that it’s obvious that she likes Ji-soo more than he likes her. Understandably Ji-soo is keeping her at arms length from him given the whole recent blackmailing, so it would make sense that it looks that way.

Further questioning reveals what she likes the most about him:

“It’s not like I’m crazy about him. He’s fun. And amusing. He’s smart. And there’s a certain charm he has. He also has a wolfish side to him. But he thinks he’s a puppy.”

- Bae Gyu-ri

But, as she gets to know Ji-soo better, you can certainly see that she starts to fall hard for him. As a cover story for why they hang out so much together during and after school, Gyu-ri states to everyone that they’re dating. The reactions across the school definitely imply that this is a shocking development, which means that Gyu-ri hasn’t dated anyone before. So why Ji-soo other than the reasons she herself states?

He challenges her, just as she challenges him. Gyu-ri may be the more dynamic, quick thinking of the pair but Ji-soo is every inch her intellectual equal - just in different ways. She doesn’t seem to be the type to be easily impressed, but you can tell that she’s definitely impressed by Ji-soo’s operation and how thoroughly set up it is. When Ji-soo is frustrated at the beginning by his setbacks, he blows up at another student (knocks him out in a crazy punch) and immediately walks over to Gyu-ri afterwards (who saw the whole thing) to inform her that she is now his partner in crime.

The look in her eyes, and the small smirk she has speaks volumes about her attraction to him in that scene. Smoldering.

And, oh yes, she’s prone to jealousy. Another classmate, Min-hee, gives Ji-soo a present out of the blue (it was supposed to be for her boyfriend, Ki-tae, but that’s another sub-plot) - all within view of Gyu-ri. It’s hilarious how she tries to brush it off. Later, for plot reasons, Ji-soo has to spend more time with Min-hee which only furthers Gyu-ri’s annoyance.

And her motivations stop being entirely about the money and more towards helping preserve the dream that she and Ji-soo share about being free. There’s a scene in episode 8 where it’s revealed that, due to a business partnership with a local gang (set up by none other than Gyu-ri herself in a desperate move), Ji-soo would have to drop out of school permanently to work on their behalf. Gyu-ri overhears this and, despite badly needing the gang’s help in sustaining their own business, immediately terminates the partnership.

All because it would interfere with Ji-soo’s dream.

Man, if that isn’t love.

In the following episode, Gyu-ri, and later on Ji-soo, is kidnapped by the same gang in retaliation for terminating their partnership. Ji-soo comes to her rescue but Gyu-ri is already almost free (again, she’s really, really badass) and is demanding that they bring Ji-soo to her instead of running for her life.

Surviving this latest attempt puts the two in a reflective, vulnerable mood and Gyu-ri asks Ji-soo why he keeps saving her. Ji-soo asks later on why she keeps risking her life to be with him. They don’t say the answer in words but in an almost kiss (yeah, you read that right - almost).

And then, if you aren’t already convinced, Ji-soo crosses his one last remaining line in an effort to keep Gyu-ri safe; he accidentally pushes a fellow classmate down some steps and, instead of helping her, leaves her to die after grabbing the evidence she has on him and Gyu-ri.

Extracurricular pulls off quite the magic trick here, hiding this well done love story in the middle of a serious crime drama.

The real tragedy is that Ji-soo thinks that Gyu-ri views this whole business, and by extension his life, as one big game. It’s something that she takes offense at, visibly becoming upset when he says that.

But even if that were true, he should be assured since Gyu-ri doesn’t like to lose.

As they hurtle towards the end and face up to the consequences of their actions, Ji-soo and Gyu-ri undoubtedly lose sight of their original goals and dreams. They do some fairly horrible things to stay alive and ahead of the police who are close on their trail. You can’t really blame them for doing what they did; in the face of a society that has abandoned them, what they’re doing is a logical outcome to gain what they want so desperately and deserve so much: the chance to be free to live like normal, care-free people.

I can’t say for certain that they achieve that. The drama is serious in consequences and, at the end, the net around them is drawing tighter and tighter. I won’t spoil the ending scene for you, because I highly encourage you watch this drama yourself but I will say this: Ji-soo and Gyu-ri seem stuck in an impossible situation with nowhere to go, and no one to help them, with a clock ticking down towards either death or discovery by the police.

But, all the same, I’m always the optimist. They’ve gotten through situations like this before and they can certainly do so again. Maybe not as bad as this one, but not too far out of their league. And, like I mentioned before, Gyu-ri doesn’t like to lose. Especially when it comes to Ji-soo.

Their relationship is truly dangerous, as Ji-soo himself notes. Them being together is the source of their problems; they’re too much alike now, as opposed to the beginning of the drama where he stated that they’re too different. Their love is the kind of love where both of them are willing to burn the whole world down if it means keeping each other safe.

I’m a real sucker for those kind of love stories. No one’s a hero here. They’re just kids in high school, doing the best with what they know.

Who are we to judge what is right and wrong? Especially when the one committing the acts are high school kids who don’t know any better and just want to save each other?

Do we have that right?

Do they really deserve that punishment? Shouldn’t we be pointing fingers at the society that forced them to act this way?

Extracurricular really makes you think about that. Is it really so outlandish and terrible what Ji-soo and Gyu-ri do to survive when the adults who are supposed to be protecting them, teaching them better, have failed in their duty?

Maybe they really did win at the end. Not so much in succeeding in their goals but in gaining something that not even regular people are likely to find - a partner, a soulmate, someone who will stand by you no matter what.

If you do watch the ending, and are not an optimist like I am, then all I can say is this: whatever happened, they were together at the end.

They were together.

#extracurricular netflix #human class #netflix #kdrama #oh jisoo #bae gyuri #park joo hyun #park ju hyun #kim dong hee

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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The post about how characters don't connect to the setting is one of the reasons why the beginning of V7 frustrated me so much. James gives this plan of telling the world about Salem, Weiss rightfully points out their will be panic everywhere and NO ONE connects that with the very real fear that this plan could put all their families in danger. Nor does anyone get excited about the Amity project potentially allowing them to call home. Ruby's been away for A YEAR. Doesn't she miss her dad at all?

Exactly! This isn't a bad faith criticism where we're demanding the show do a ton of emotional work that there just isn't time for in the fighting focused plot; a claim that it's awful because it's not functioning as one genre (like a drama, soap opera, etc.) over another (action/adventure, fantasy, sci-fi)... I mean we get nothing in regards to this issue. Not even crumbs. And these connections are, supposedly, at the very heart of the "trust love" narrative. I think it's easy for people to forget what happens between volumes — especially given the "Only the latest volume is canon" mentality — but we literally had Ironwood announce to Ruby that he'd need to use his army to keep the grimm attacks at bay once the Salem secret was revealed and then a volume later Ruby reveals the Salem secret (along with a whole lot else that is scary, horrifying, and generally negative-emotion educing) after she's cut all ties with Ironwood and his army is fully engaged in keeping Salem at bay. There is no discussion, let along concern and worry, about how many people she just got killed for an announcement that the show has failed to justify. Why is telling the world about Salem worth the casualties it will cause? What is the world going to do against the immortal witch? Ruby doesn't know. That's her whole dilemma this volume: wanting easy answers and then crumbling when she can't think of any. Problem is, she endangered the whole world before admitting, "Oh, I have no idea how to stop all this awfulness."

I mean, I understand on an emotional level why the hypocrisy of Ruby's lies and secrets don't land because most people in the fandom dislike, or outright hate, Ozpin. That's really going to color any reading there, when suddenly the beloved hero is mirroring someone you despise — you'll do whatever mental gymnastics are necessary to keep them separate. But Ruby has no evil contrast here. This is all her. We watch her make a decision that she knows will endanger the entire world, including her loved ones, and it's never even raised as a concern. The same way no one raises concerns about going to Vacuo. Yes, supposedly escaping was the only option available (I say "supposedly" because the plot did a terrible job of convincing us that evacuation was still necessary with Salem currently exploded and it having been established that she's only after the Relic on Atlas), and in a crisis situation they aren't necessarily thinking about long-term survival (that's my own stance regarding Ironwood's desire to rise high: he's not thinking about how to live there indefinitely, just how to survive the next few hours), but why send them to the Kingdom they know Salem will attack next? The Crown is hidden. You have the Lamp and the Staff. You know Salem is after all the Relics, so of course she's going to Vacuo. And so you dump however many refugees there, in the city she's gunning for next, intentionally setting up the next Fall of Atlas? Yeah, we all know it's because structurally the story hasn't been to Vacuo yet, but in-world it makes the characters look incredibly stupid. Why dump an entire Kingdom's worth of people in the most hostile environment, with the most wary citizens, a place you know the Big Bad is heading to next, when you could instead split them up and send them to safer Kingdoms that aren't currently in Salem's path? "Oh, it's because Vacuo still has huntsmen and they need huntsmen to combat all the grimm." There wouldn't be a massive grimm problem is Ruby hadn't told the whole world about Salem!

And this problem of not thinking through actions in a way that demonstrates real care for the world is just compounded over and over on a personal level. It's the same way Ruby doesn't care about what happened to Qrow until she hopes he can fix everything. The same way she doesn't react to Yang "dying." The same way Yang didn't mention Summer for five volumes. The same way Jaune, Yang, and Nora rejected Ren until he fell in line. The same way Blake is trying to inspire Ruby when they've barely exchanged a handful of sentences since Beacon. The same way, as you say, no one has made mention of the family they've left behind, let alone considered how building a communications tower might be a way of reconnecting with them, especially when at least two of them — Ruby and Oscar — left completely out of the blue. Are they presented as caring about how that inevitably hurt their care givers? Nah. The fandom gives Tai so little slack, but at least the story showed him watching Ruby's message and being upset at the danger she's in. When was the last time the girls mentioned Tai?

... have they mentioned him since they left home?

The show has done a terrible job in the last couple of years of showing that these characters actually care for one another, beyond a superficial level, especially when all the cute friendship moments that function as filler are obliterated the moment one of them disagrees about something (see: Ren). There's no sense of place and little sense of real family, from Weiss doing multiple 180s with Whitley, to Blake being the only one who reacts to Yang's "death." It all rings so hollow. I'm supposed to believe that Ruby is still the one to inspire the world towards unity when she, at the point of her speech, still hasn't even tried to reconcile with Ozpin, has been betraying Ironwood this whole time, insta-turned on the Ace Ops for trying to make her face consequences for the crimes she knows she committed, fought her way into the kingdom because she didn't like the peaceful solution Cordovin offered (send Weiss), hasn't made mention of her father, collapsed over hearing her mother's name only to get over it seconds later, at this point in the volume barely interacts with her sister, and is leading a team whose attitude ranges from "Glares at Marrow for daring to suggest she works with anyone other than Yang" and "Points a weapon at her baby brother because she, apparently, can't even manage to work with a minor civilian family member." This is the team who is going to inspire Remnant to unify against Salem, the group who keeps not unifying with everyone they need to work with? There is a serious disconnect here. You can't tell the audience to "trust love" while failing to show basic love and support among the cast, and you can't try to make Ruby the poster child for unity when she has, since Volume 6, has consistently failed to unify with anyone: not Cordovin, not Qrow until he agreed to stop questioning her, not Ozpin, not Ironwood, not the Ace Ops, not even Robyn considering that was all Yang and Blake. Ruby's struggle right now is an inability to work with people who don't agree with her 100%, her biggest flaw is an all or nothing attitude, and the writing is failing to see how that might just be a problem when she's telling everyone else to put their differences aside to work together. Having Ruby actually try to connect with people more, worry about them, express love for them, etc. — both family and allies — would at least help soften this issue, but without it her characterization has severely tanked in terms of the compassion the show wants us to believe is still there.

#rwby #rwde #salt #mymetas

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stardustprompts · 3 years

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the dragon republic - r.f kuang sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw : drugs , suicide mention , illness , addiction , death , murder , nsfw , language

‘I’m telling you, you’re not in any state to be useful.’

‘get out of bed and stop being such a brat.

‘you will learn to control yourself, and you will start protecting them.’

‘you think you’re on the brink of madness, you think that this moment is going to be when you finally snap, but it’s not.’

‘eventually you learn to exist on the precipice of insanity.’

‘it should have been you. you should have died.’

‘revolution is fine in theory. but nobody wants to die.’

‘you can stop pretending to be my friend, because I know that’s all you came for.’

‘you’re dead. I saw you die.’

‘all you want is to get your revenge. but you could be so much more. do so much more. you could change history.’

‘can’t I be happy? I’ve missed you.’

‘of course you’re in on this madness. what did I expect?’

‘you’re frightened all the time. you think everyone’s out to get you, and you want them to be out to get you because then that’ll give you an excuse to hurt them.’

‘fuck your pain.’

‘you asked how large my sorrow is, and I answered, like a river in spring flowing east.’

‘if you just keep breathing, I’ll tell you a story.’

‘you spend your whole life chasing after some illusion you think is real, only to realize you’re a damned fool, and that if you reach any further, you’ll drown.’

‘you don’t have to suffer alone, you know.’

‘you’re so strong. whatever you’re seeing, whatever you’re feeling, it’s not as strong as you are.’

‘she thinks it’s funny to watch her prey squirm before she kills it.’

‘she knows what drives men, and she takes their deepest desire and makes them believe that she is the only thing that can give it to them.’

‘I don’t need your fake sympathy.’

‘I know nothing. I help no one. let’s leave it at that, shall we?’

‘you are my greatest weapon. do not disappoint.’

‘you’ve been feeling the pull, haven’t you? it’s consuming you. your mind is not your own.’

‘does it ever bother you? that you are only a pale imitation of ____?’

‘are you insane? you want to live, you fucking hide.’

‘I know you’ll fight her to the end. but I hope you realize you’re going to go mad trying.’

‘I would never lie to you.’

‘I mean, sometimes I think maybe I can stop, maybe I can just run away. but what I’ve seen—-what I’ve done—- I can’t come back from that.’

‘when you have the power that you do, your life is not your own.’

‘people will seek to use you or destroy you.’

‘you can’t do it alone. I’m all you got. you have to trust me.’

‘you don’t know how to fix me, do you? you never did.’

‘good men are dead because of you. I hope you know.’

‘I saw how you were hurting. that looked like torture. I thought you might be relieved.’

‘you’re always talking about ____ like he was some great hero. but he wasn’t.’

‘I’d die before I let anyone hurt you’

‘you can’t keep me safe, so you might as well let me fight.’

‘I like you better. aren’t you flattered?’

‘how does it feel getting a taste of your own medicine?’

‘it’s like I’m frozen in one moment. and no one knows it because everyone else moved on except me.’

‘I can’t figure out who’s right or wrong, and I’m the smart one, I’m always supposed to have the right answer, but I don’t.’

‘I just wanted it to be over. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t want to hurt them, not really, I just wanted it to end.’

‘I suppose it’s not easy going to war against friends.’

‘___ made her choice. she just happened to be dead fucking wrong.’

‘he’s still grieving. and there’s nothing you can do to make that hurt less.’

‘you know what your problem is? you have no impulse control. absolutely zero. none.’

‘you have to fight for something, you can’t just—just live your life like a fucking coward.’

‘it’s not about who you are, it’s about how they see you. and once you’re mud in this country, you’re always mud.’

‘I stuck with you because we thought we’d stay together. we’re always supposed to be together.’

‘it sounds like you’re saying that people have to die for progress.’

‘war’s different when you’re not struggling for survival.’

‘your secret is safe from ___, if that what you’re asking. but I don’t understand why you’re lying to me.’

‘I’m not stupid. I know what I saw.’

‘don’t sentence us to death just because you’ve been humiliated.’

‘she’s telling the truth. you’re just not listening because you’re terrified that someone else is right.’

‘cant give orders for shit, but you love taking them.’

‘I realized that he’d gone crazy and that something had broken and that that path was just going to lead to his death.’

‘did you think he’d fall in love with you if you just did what he asked?’

‘don’t lie to me. I know what you’ve done.’

‘we / I don’t need your permission to exist.’

‘you’re little children, grasping in a void that you don’t understand for toys that don’t belong to you.’

‘he dared to threaten us / me. he deserved what he got.’

‘would a simple thank-you suffice? or did you also want a hug?’

‘you think it makes you strong, but it’s going to destroy you.’

‘I didn’t think it was worth scaring you when I couldn’t do anything about it.’

‘you weren’t going to tell me I was going mad!’

‘she promises you peace when you know you ought to be fighting a war. that’s worse.’

‘no one has to die. you can have everything back. everyone. no one has to go.’

‘he only has as much power as you give him.’

‘you can tell me everything I hate about myself, but I already know. you can’t say anything to hurt me more.’

‘I loved an idea of you. I was infatuated with you. I wanted to be you.’

‘I loved you too. do you believe that?’

‘it’s alright to cry. I know what you saw.’

‘our dead don’t leave us. they’ll haunt you as long as you let them.’

‘that boy is a disease on your mind. forget him.’

‘he was brilliant. he was different. you’d have never met anyone like him.’

‘this is why we are polite to our allies.’

‘we’re soldiers. we’re always about to die.’

‘I want it more than anything. but I can’t ask you to do this for me.’

‘you are going to kill him. and then nothing will save you.’

‘if you love him, then you can trust yourself to protect him.’

‘you have the same eyes. angry. desperate. you’ve seen too much. you hate too much.’

‘all we have is this story unfolding, and in the script of this world, nothing’s going to bring ___ back to life.’

‘I can’t look at you and not see him.’

‘we’re fighting for something good. something worth fighting for.’

‘I have to do this. otherwise I have nothing.’

‘i’m going to tell you a story. I want you to just listen. and I want you to believe me. please.’

‘I don’t think I can die. i’ve tried.’

‘when you have this much power and this much is at stake you don’t fucking run from it.’

‘I’m scared for you. for both of us. I can’t help that.’

‘if you stay here you’ll die for nothing.’

‘you’re my sister. how could I not remember you?’

‘holy shit. you’re going to die. we’re all going to die.’

‘you never think, do you? you always just pick whatever fights you want, whenever you want, and fuck the consequences—-’

‘if you die, I die.’

‘we’ll keep surviving until we’re safe and the world can’t touch us. one enemy at a time, agreed?’

‘you don’t know anything going into a battle. you only know the stakes.’

‘I had a dream. you died.’

‘I just want to make things right between us. what’s that going to take?’

‘I really am sorry. please, I don’t want us to end like this.’

‘please—- you have more enemies than you think you do—-’

‘you taught me the meaning of fear. nothing more.’

‘I know what kind of person you are— you betray those who help you and you throw lives away like they’re nothing.’

‘we are precisely the same, you and I.’

‘we’ve acquired more power than any mortal should have the right to, which means we have to make the decisions no one else can.’

‘the world is our chessboard. it’s not our fault if the pieces get broken.’

‘would you really do things differently, if you had another chance?’

‘tell me you wouldn’t have given up everything. tell me you wouldn’t sacrifice everything and everyone you knew for the power to take back your country.’

‘you don’t understand the stakes, because you don’t know the meaning of true fear. you don’t know how much worse it could have been.’

‘I’m sorry I hurt you. but I had a plan to protect my people, and you simply got in the way.’

‘____ discards allies without blinking when they are no longer convenient, and if you don’t believe me when I say you’re next, then you’re a fool.’

‘you need me far more than you need them.’

‘you think that he’s invincible, but he is more fragile than you think.’

‘I know that he’d throw himself off a cliff for you. please stop trying to break him.’

‘a puppet to the end. when are you going to learn?’

‘I know what you told him. now I want you to tell me the truth.’

‘have you ever considered being less of a pretentious fuck?’

‘do you have any idea how much trouble you are?’

‘do you want someone to rearrange your face? because I’ll do it for free.’

‘I just don’t want the world to break you.’

‘don’t you dare puke on me.’

‘if you’re trying to drown me, then you’re being a little obvious about it.’

‘why do you always think someone’s trying to kill you?’

‘I feared you, I hated you, and that never really went away.’

‘you can’t beat that thing. you have no idea what you’re up against.’

‘this is what happens when men are fool enough to toy with heaven.’

‘chaos is clever. it can disguise itself as rational and benevolent. it can make us merciful. but in the end, it must always be hunted down and destroyed.’

‘if you’re going to kill us all then you’ll have to kill him, too.’

‘he’s not the one we’re trying to save.’

‘you’ll be alright. it’s not as bad as you think it is.’

‘I’m supposed to be a soldier! what the fuck am I supposed to do now?’

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