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Hello, hi, I have covid rn and so eepy but like this idea just came to me. You know how Eggman and other villain often call sonic a rat or other animals than a hedgehog right? What if like, intentionally miss identifying a mobian species is like the equivalent of a slur to them?

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(Note: I am ignoring all the Archie Overlander stuff because I haven't read it yet).

Ultimately, I think the answer to this question depends on how entangled a character's identity is with their species. How much does Sonic care about being a hedgehog? Does it impact his decisions? Does he feel that it might impact how people perceive him? Historically speaking, has the misidentification of mobian species led to problems or discrimination? Is there a reason for Sonic to actually care when someone calls him a rat/rodent/other animal?

In the canon world, my inclination is to believe that it isn't something Sonic really cares about. His species is pretty important, since people call him a hedgehog all the time and it's usually one of the first things they notice about him, but there isn't really any bias displayed against hedgehogs (whether positive or negative) whenever someone comments on his appearance. The same goes for all the other mobian characters. So, I generally don't think he has reason to take offence when someone calls him a rat or rodent.

That doesn't mean Sonic never cares. Although the cartoon's standing in canon is questionable, Sonic does get annoyed in Sonic Prime when the Chaos Council refuses to identify him as a hedgehog for the duration of his capture. Now, there are two significant pieces of context there: 1) he's their prisoner in the moment and subject to immediate power imbalance, and 2) this particular dimension is one in which five humans rule over and oppress their animal/Mobian subjects. There are no other humans to compare the conditions of Mobians to, so whether or not the Chaos Council treats the Mobians like that because they're Mobians is kind of up in the air. You can take the fact that everyone wears clothes as evidence for their oppression being species-specific, and I think the way they treated both Nine and Sonic while they were captured also provides support for the species-specific take on everything. So, in this case, Sonic may have been flustered by the consistent misidentification of his species because it reflected unequal conditions seen in the world.

A similar instance I remember is Sonic's reaction when Chris offers him cat food in Sonic X--he gets kind of pissed and almost leaves. He may have just been upset that someone was offering him what is clearly pet food, but I'll take it as an example of Sonic being offended anyways. (Sonic X isn't canon either, but shows and movies outside of canon do allow writers to explore the characters in ways they can't in the games/comics, so I like citing them as fun hypotheticals sometimes).

Both of these examples might point to a more nuanced answer: Sonic doesn't care when Eggman refuses to call him a hedgehog, but he does care when other humans do it. His difference in attitude can be explained pretty easily: he holds the balance of power in his relationship with Eggman, but not with the other humans in Prime or X (Chris had just saved him from drowning, and he also wasn't allowed to run around as he pleased unless he wanted to be chased by cops again). So, if the context of being called a rodent allows for him to perceive it as dehumanizing, he might actually be bothered by it. It all depends on the power dynamics at play.

In true canon, I don't think there's any reason to believe that humans are prejudiced against Mobians. Eggman's attempts to dehumanize Sonic by comparing him to rats and non-sapient animals probably just make him look kind of goofy, or at the very least the kind of goofy you might associate with witnessing someone being genuinely hateful towards, say, Italian-Americans in 2023. Like, what? That's stupid. You're a weirdo, grandpa.

If you're a "humans are prejudiced against Mobians" truther, then I think there's a pretty high chance that Sonic would be offended by this kind of name-calling. This is especially true if there's any historical basis for humans deliberately associating mobians with "animals" as a way to flex power, alleged higher intelligence, or the supremacy of sophisticated human civilization.

My personal take on canon disagrees, but that's because I'm not the biggest fan of explicit fantasy racism and kind of go out of my way to downplay it even in fics where there are human-mobian tensions. I actually had a lot of fun playing with tropes in Buzzsaw Dilemma by having Mobians associate themselves with animals, or by refusing to have any of the human characters Tails interacts with do or say anything genuinely discriminatory. Not that this really matters in regards to the question at hand.

So, to summarize, I think the answer to your question depends on your interpretation of canon! If you think humans hold some kind of power over Mobians, then sure, Sonic would probably dislike being called a rat or rodent. If you don't, then I don't think he would really care that much.

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The Price of Hatred || pt.2

Pairings : fem!reader x heretic!kaiparker

Warnings : swearing, use of magic, smut, p in v, choking, ‘bondage’, mentions of death, ‘hate’ sex, name calling, pet names ‘angel’ and ‘princess’, some angst at the end

Word Count : 4.3k

A/N :

… you guys wanted a part 2 really bad… and I really wanted to write a part 2 really bad… so here’s our part two. :)))

Wannabe Bundy: is your phone dead?

   Wannabe Bundy: why are you not answering my calls?

   Wannabe Bundy: don't be like that, Princess. You know I'm crazy about you😍😉

    There wasn't a moment since that night that you haven't thought about what happened. The way your body reacted to his touch, his taste, his very scent. How you still found yourself squirming whenever your necklace moved a certain way around your neck. You hadn't stopped thinking about him and it was truly beginning to piss you off. His constant texts and calls weren't helping very much either.

    "You okay?" Bonnie asked, stealing one of your fries since you didn't seem to be paying attention to anything going on around you.

   "Huh?" You looked up from your phone. Bonnie raised an eyebrow, concern written on her face as you blinked a few times. "Oh, yeah, I'm good. Swear. I just... uhm... I don't know. I guess I'm worried about Elena is all." You cleared your throat. "She's been under for a while and we haven't gotten any closer to figuring out what's wrong with her." You sighed.

   "Mhm," Bonnie let out a huff, still a bit skeptical. "Trust me, I know. Me and Kai have been stuck knees deep in grimoires for days." You shifted in your seat at the mention of his name. A familiar feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach, your core heating as your thighs squeezed together at the mere mention of him. "You good?" She asked again.

   "Yeah, I'm good." You nodded. You're eyes glanced down at your phone once more as another texts from Kai came through.

  Wannabe Bundy: come on, Princess, you know I'm just teasing;)

"You keep looking at your phone... anyone special?" Bonnie asked.

   "Pfft, definitely not." You scoffed. "It's no one." You shrugged.

   "Really? That no one has had you distracted for a majority of tonight." She mentioned. "Are they at least cute?" She asked trying to make light conversation.

   "If demon rats are cute to you."

"Okay... so who is it?"

   "No one. Don't worry about it?" You wave it off.

"Huh..." she hummed, nodded to herself as she bit off another piece of her French fry.

   "What?"

"Haven't seen you this stand off-ish since Me and Damon left you alone with Kai." Again, butterflies fluttering through you. "Which we also haven't talked about, and if that's the whole reason you're still mad at me and Damon just know that I am sorry, and it wasn't my idea." She defended herself and your eyes narrowed at the witch.

"I'm not stand off-ish, and yes I am still very upset with both of you about that." You crossed your arms and she rolled her eyes.

"Come on, it couldn't haven't been that bad." She frowned and your eyes rolled. "Kai even said there was a moment when the two of you got together." She sighed and your eyes went wide as you sat up straight in your seat.

"He said what?!" You growled earning a weird look.

"He said you two got along together..." body mentioned a bit slower at your reaction and current state. "It's not some big crime, you know. Trust me, I hate him, but when he's not being a murderous ass he's helpful in situations like these." She sighed and you relaxed. Of course your mind was playing tricks on you. Why wouldn't it be?

"Kai is probably the most repulsive human beings I've ever met. He's selfish, and power hungry, and arrogant. There is no one I'd rather spend my time with less than Malachi Parker." You're tone was stern, and even had Bonnie's eyebrows raised. She wasn't expecting all of that, but it definitely wasn't like you to not speak your mind. "I could never, and will never look at him as anything other than that." You finished. You let out a tiny huff of air, tryna not to seem as worked up by his mention as you truly were. It wasn't exactly working though.

    "Okay, okay, I get it." Bonnie hummed. "But just do you know," she reached over placing a hand over yours. A sympathetic look crossing her face as she made sure to catch your gaze. "Admitting that your warming up to him isn't admitting that your okay with everything he's done. You aren't a bad person for seeing the good in someone, if anything that just makes you more good." Bonnie ensured.

     It was a gesture to calm you down. Make you feel more at ease with the racing if your minds thoughts. Instead, it just made your thoughts turn faster. You hated Kai Parker. Or at least you wanted to. It was your shameful secret that you were actually thinking about tolerating his presence. But since that last time you'd seen him there's been nothing but guilt and shame and remorse. What you did was wrong, and if Bonnie found out.... Would she have been as understanding?

   These thoughts tortured you for the rest of your day. Traveling with you through lunch and to every store Bonnie dragged you into. It was like he was following you around everywhere you went. Making sure you didn't have the chance to forget what you did. And up until Bonnie finally gave up on every store you went into, it tortured you from the outsides in. 

   You locked your home door behind you, dropping the bags of clothes, and new shoes that you bought as a simple distraction. Bonnie swore it'd make you feel better, but it didn't. It just made you feel worse. Spoiling yourself after such a horrid deed was done. You dragged yourself up the stairs. Feet aching, and mind in need of a rest so deep you'd never wake up.

   "Oh goody, your home, I was beginning to get worried." You jumped back, body colliding with the wall behind you as the noise came from nowhere.

    You hurried to turn on the light to your bedroom, revealing the stretched heretic waiting patiently for you on your perfectly made up bed. He sat with a giddy smile, waving his fingers at you like this was just another Tuesday night.

   "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" You scoffed, pushing yourself off the wall.

   "Well..." he hummed, sitting up in your bed, tossing his feet over the side as he contemplated his next explanation.

   "You know what, don't answer that. Just get out." You pointed to the door.

    "See, I would do that. But I don't wanna." Kai stood, looking at you as if you didn't strike an ounce of fear in him. "You haven't been answering my messages all day, is it a crime for me to worry?"

   "No, it is however, breaking and entering and harassment." You reply and he smiled.

    "Funny." His nose scrunched. "But I'm only here because of you." He shrugged.

   "Well I'm fine, not dead, not hurt, I won't be able to say the same for you if you don't leave." You reply and he began ticking his tongue.

   "That's not what I meant." He sang. "I'm only here because you want me here." He smiles and your eyebrows scrunched.

   "Have you not been listening to the past 2 minutes of this conversation?"

    "Have I mentioned how hot it is when your trying to hate me?" He smirked, and you're mouth opened to reply but shut quickly when you realized you had nothing to say. "It's really just sooo adorable." You were furious with your position right now. Absolutely helpless. "By the way, with my new heightened senses and power I am a brand new man. No more old Kai, and I feel like I deserve a chance." He spoke up for himself.

    "No, no, if anything you are more yourself than ever before." You grumbled.

    "God, you really are so stubborn." His eyes rolled.

"Excuse me?"

   "I mean, I knew from last time we saw each other how stubborn you were, but god, you just don't give it up." He let out an exasperated sigh, hands resting on his hips as he looked at you in a way that just made your skin tingle.

   "The last time we saw each other was a mistake." You said sternly and he smiled. "And if you came here expecting it to happen again, then you're about to be very disappointed." In seconds you felt his breath down your spine. His hands holding your waist still as his lips were only centimeters away from your ear.

   "Yet, you still get all worked up over me." He whispered, fingers ghosting over body parts of yours they shouldn't have been. You could feel it, that buzzing coursing through your veins, sending signals to the rest of you're body and triggering the exact thing you'd be avoiding since that night. "you know, what happens between us stays between us." His hand traveling down your arms, fingers lacing together before he hooked his pinky onto yours. "Pinky Promise." He had this sick smirk on his face that you couldn't even see. But the feeling of your back trembling against his chest made him shudder in the best way. "Unless, you want everyone to know." He teased. "In that case, I can arrange that however you'd like." His teeth nipped at your earlobe. You gasped slightly, his arm wrapping around you waist to hold you tighter against him.

You brain was being scrambling every time you breathed in the annoyingly subtle cologne he wore. You hated how good he smelt, and hated how it lingered everywhere he went. You'd be smelling him for the next week after he left, making impossible to forget him and this moment.

Though it's not like it would've been an easier without the cologne.

"You're a fucking maniac." You spat, not knowing how to respond without sounding weak in the knees. You were simply doing what you did best...

His grip tighter, other hand icing up your body to clamp around your throat. You prayed he wasn't paying attention to the specifics. For him to notice how badly you were aching to be touched wouldn't been the most embarrassing thing you'd could've thought of.

"I thought we worked on that language of yours last time." His lips were right against your ear. "I think we need to refresh your memory." His arm left your waist before his hand came crashing down on left ass cheek. You gasped out loudly, whining at the contact. It stung like a bitch, but it took everything in you to keep from moaning at the contact.

You felt that same rush you had the other night when the two of you were kissing. A strong pleasure masked by that of guilt... only the guilt was slowly fading as the pleasure portion began to dominate your mind. Kai pressed his lips to your neck, slowly kissing down to your shoulder before back up to you neck. Tongue gliding over the skin, making the most of how silent you were reveling in the feeling of his touch.

Then it was almost like you'd lost control of your mind for a bit. You turned, quickly out of nowhere, lips crashing into his. He did nothing to stop you, or push you away. In fact he welcomed you with no inclination, allowing your tongues to mingle the second he managed to process what was happening in the moment. You had been lost in his scent and the feeling of his lips on yours, and tongue exploring your mouth. Hands traveling all over the heretics chest, from under his shirt. The feeling of his firm muscles underneath had you melting in your skin.

"I knew it." He mumbling against your lips, prompting you to pull away from the kiss. You were both annoyed and slightly amused at how he managed to ruin your mood every time he spoke.

"What?"

"You're so into me." He spoke, lifting you with ease, a soft yelp emitting from your throat. He brought you back to your bed, dropping you on the soft surface before climbing on top of you. He pried himself between your lips, connecting your lips once more in a kiss so erotic all of your clothes came off in just a second.

Your hands traveled everywhere, trying to take charge of the situation where you were basically his play thing last time. His immediately stopped you when your fingers wrapped around the length of his cock, shuddering at the feel of you and the thought that you'd be the one trying to pleasure him.

"I'd love to play, but that's going to have to come a little later, Princess." He groaned, taking your hands and pinning them above your head with just one of his hands. He held you there like it was nothing, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to him. He placed his lips on your bare collarbone, moving down slowly until your back began to arch into him. You murmured out a cuss word or two, allowing yourself to easily slip into that pleasure oriented mindset where it didn't matter that Kai was making you feel this way. As long as it lasted for longer than a blink. "Fuck," he moaned against your skin, the scent of your arousal rippling through his mind like he just had some big revelation. "You smell so fucking good." He pressed another kiss to your skin before removing his hands from above your head. Your hands, however, remained pin to the mattress, unable to lift from the surface. Your eyebrows furrowed at the restriction, tugging at your wrist to move only for Kai to sit above you with a wide smile on his lips.

    "This is the last time, this is ever going to-" the heretic quickly pressed his lips against yours. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

   "You said that last time, angel." He smirked against your soft swollen flesh. "Might have to get that printed out on a shirt for next time." He joked but you didn't laugh.

   "You're such a dick." You spat, which made his smile grow even more cynical.

    "The things you do to me," he groaned feeling his aa ever growing erection begging for some for sort of release. "You know," he let out, "I feel like we could really be something if you were so stubborn." He mused. "If you'd just open up to me-" he stopped himself with a chuckle "in other ways than this... I feel like we'd be really good together." He winked, but in return you just managed to blink right back at him.

   "Are you trying to make me throw up?" You scoffed, yet his smile remained.

    "The more you deny yourself of what you want, the more you're craving are going to eat at you, angel." He hummed.

   "Hate to break it to you, Kai, but you're not my type." He cocked an eyebrow making your eyes roll "shut up and fuck me, already." You grumble and he smile, ready to follow whatever orders you gave to him.

His hands traveled down your thighs, spread them further apart, as he relied on his hips to guide himself into you. Slowly, he pushed into your cunt, a low moan escaping your throat at the full feeling of him pushing into you. His eyes trained down to the sight as he buried himself into you until he couldn't see himself anymore. He allowed you to adjust to his size, feeling your walls squeezing around him as you slightly trembled beneath him.

   Your legs kept trying to close around him but his hands kept them in place. With every thrust he used your legs as leverage giving him a special momentum made you moan louder than you'd expected. Soft curses left his left as he felt that pressure that has been pressed on him since the last time you two did this wash away almost immediately. His eyes gazing over your body, watching how it moved whenever your hips met his. Your face twisted with pleasure, mouth falling open just a bit as heavy breaths and whiny moans squeaked out. You hands still pinned above your head putting your breasts on full display, giving him the show of a lifetime. 

   "Shit," he moaned, releasing you legs to his side as he propped himself over you with his arms. His lips found her right nipple almost immediately, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the bud causing you to moan, your hips bucking up to meet his int he moment. You were falling apart underneath him but something was missing. You were so close and you knew this thing would push you over the edge.

   "Fuck kai please" you cried out, he thrown back presenting your neck to the heretic. He pulled his head up, releasing you nipple with a pop as he eyed your throat for just a few seconds. He knew what you wanted. He also knew how funny it'd be to watch your friends try and decipher who the hell left so many marks on you.

   So he got to work.

  He took his time, nipping and sucking as his thrust became slower and more drawn out. It was until then where you thought you knew what you needed. Now all you wanted was for him to never take his lips off of your neck.

   Fuck y/n, get a grip.

"People are going to see those, Kai" you griped, but came off more as a moan. "Fuck."

    "Good, then they'll know who this pretty little pussy belongs to won't they." He groaned against her skin, finally giving into her silent pleads and wrapped his hand around her neck. With a single snap her wrist were release and he began picking up the pace with his thrusts. "I can feel you, angel" he murmured, "open your eyes, princess." He demanded and you obeyed. He was holding your faces so close together you had no choice but to look into his deep grey-ish blue eyes. Something about the lighting in you room made them seem a lot more interesting than they were.

    The closer you got to your climax the closer you felt the need to be with him. You begged him for harder thrust hoping that the force would fulfill you but it didn't. The louder your moan got the more he was determined to get you to your climax, pushing you flat down against the mattress, hand clasped around your throat, forcing your eyes to look into his as you moaned out how close your were.

   "I wa- fuck" you choked out "kiss me" you whined, "fuck kai, kiss me" you moaned, and without a thought in his mind he connected your lips.

    It was sloppy and wet, and broken up by his harsh thrusts and both of your loud erotic moans. Your tongues clashing in a dance only the two of you have mastered. Your hands kept his face close to yours, fingers ruffling through his hair, as the two of you participated in one of the worlds most filthiest scenes known to man.

    Before you could warn him you let out a loud moan of his name, your hands tightened around his as you curb spasmed around his cock, your juices spurting out without warning. It wasn't enough to make him stop, he just kept his gaze between you and the filthy sight beneath him watching you until he felt you truly gave all you had to give. He pulled out, working himself out in his hand until he was releasing his on seed onto your naked body. Your stomach and heaving chest decorated with his cum as you felt yourself reeling from the gut wrenching orgasm you just endured. 

 

      - - -  - - -

   You popped up from your spot in the bed. Head shooting straight for the man laying besides you scrolling through Twitter on his phone with his hand behind his head like their was nothing to it.

   After you passed out from previous... endeavors, Kai took it amongst himself to clean you off. He even placed you under your blanket as your sleepy babbling noises suddenly became nonsense. He fell asleep next to you for maybe two hours before he woke up and decided to make use of your time together and pretend like you didn't hate him for just a moment in time. Then... you woke up.

   "Good Morning, angel." He turned his head to give you a slick wink as your eyebrows furrowed tiredly. You turned your head towards the window which still showed it was dark outside.

   "What time is it?"

"About 4. I couldn't sleep." He hummed as if this was a normal occurrence. "It got really hot, and then you're a major cuddler and it felt like a sauna." He huffed.

   "Wh- I don't- hold on." You groaned, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you tried to get your sanity back into place. "Okay, you got hot..." you sighed and he nodded. "Why didn't you go home?" You tried the favorite mean girl act... but it backfired... horribly.

   "It was kind of hard to leave when you were hanging on to me like a sloth and saying 'please don't leave me" over and over again." Kai propped himself up on his elbow, clicking off his phone and discarded it somewhere on the bed. "Which was very adorable by the way." He smirked.

   "Stop that." You scrunched your face at the face he was giving you. "Don't look at me like that." You almost seemed disgusted. Almost.

   "You know, you're not being very proactive." He sighed. "We we're doing so good, angel. And here you are trying to ruin it." He shoo his head, tutting his tongue. "I don't get it. Why won't you just give in. I'm a changed man, and obviously some part of you likes me, so why knock it before you fully try it?" You stared at him for a bit, not really knowing how to respond. You didn't want to admit it but he did have some sort of a point.

   "I..." the longer you stared into his eyes the more safe you felt. You hated it.

    You stood from the bed, nothing guarding your naked body, but it didn't really matter considering he'd see you naked a few times now.

   "Don't do that, not now," he sighed, sitting up. "You have no issue speaking your mind any other time, y/n, so now's your chance to tell me how you really feel. And if you feel like you really hate me... I'll give up." He spoke honestly.

   Kai did like you... quite a lot... it did start as a way to annoy you and your friends, but the more you made him chase the more involved he became.

    "Because you hurt my friends." You spoke. "The closet things I have to family and you hurt and tortured them!"

   "And I'm trying to make up for that, everyday." He responded calmly, standing from the bed so you were the only one out and exposed.  "I regret it, all the time. I'm trying to be a better person, and live my second chance. Isn't that what you guys are all about? Second chances and redemption?" He asked.

    "You left Bonnie to die in a prison world." You spat. "Who would I be if I just gave into you? The man who brought so much pain to my family... and I decide to fall for him? Would you take that chance, Kai?"

   "So this is about you feeling guilty?" He scoffed.

"This about doing the right thing!"

     "Even if it makes you miserable?!"

Nothing but silence followed. Both of you staring at each other in disbelief. Different monologues and scene sequences running through each of your heads.  Neither one of you sure which was the right one to go with.

   "I know enough about feeling miserable... guilty about something I couldn't control." Kai started. "And I took that out in ways that weren't fair to anyone around me. And I do regret it. All of it. Sometimes I wish I could control all of it. Every emotion, and every mistake I made I wish I could erase it."

   "But you can't." Your voice was stern. "The people you hurt are still hurt, Kai. The people you killed are still dead."

    "And that will haunt me for the rest of my life. But the people I hurt... they are allowing me to still be here today. Allowing me a shot at redemption. A life that I didn't get to have. To feel things I haven't before."

   "So what? I'm supposed to be one of those people."

"You are." He scoffed. "We both know it too. If you were to say the words I'd be dead in a second."

   You just stared in shock and awe.

"Even if it takes months, or years or days, or whatever. I'm just asking that you give me a chance to show you how I've changed... to show you how I've-"

   Your phone began to ring. That special ringtone you had set for Damon filling the air. It was late and Damon wouldn't be calling unless it was an emergency. Kai took in a deep breath as you moved the phone to your ear, answering it without a thought.

   You gave Kai a quick look before you're eyes went wide.

   "I uhm, yeah, I think I know where he is." You responded. "Yeah, I'm on my way." You spoke before hanging up the phone. Kai looked at you expectedly.

    You stood silent for a few moments before clearing your throat.

   "We need to get over to Damon's, Bonnie found a spell to save Elena"

[effervescentvesper]

Its not that Henry creel is an emotionless monster who doesn’t care about anyone, its that he has never been given a good reason to care for anyone: a Ted talk.

I am in no way excusing his actions, cause he’s done some horrible things, though i think his character is complex and has nuance.

Lets start then: Henry grew up feeling isolated, different. Hell even victor, his father, called him a sensitive boy. Its shown when he arrives at the creel house he’s very obviously upset and is quite literally left standing alone when they go inside, his perception of the event’s are different from his fathers though, as victor even in 1986 still believed they were all happy. This shows henrys isolation, how opposed to the rest of his family he was unhappy with the move. And his own fathers ignorance of his unhappiness further supports that.

Its further on in the creel house that henry discovers his powers and starts tormenting his family. He said he saw his parents as something they truly were, that they had done such awful things but we never see what his mother did to deserve his torment. (I will get back to that later) The thing is about this though is that he was a child, when children are young they tend to believe their parents could do no wrong, that they are flawless, but once henry saw the things they did, his world view was broken. But he had no one to share his discoveries with, to guide him and explain to him people can be flawed. All he had was himself, which allowed his thoughts to brew and fester until they twisted into something horrible, and his world view became skewed. He was left with this idea that people were horrible and evil, that they weren’t worthy of caring for because they would just disappoint him and betray him: his mother is an example of this when she wanted to take him to a Doctor. Thats my perception of it anyway.

When he came into the clutches of Dr. Brenner his perception of people just being horrible and not worth his time was further perpetuated. Dr. Brenner used him as a lab rat for years and most likely tortured him. during this time he would’ve learned that he couldn’t trust anyone because they were all out to just use him, to get his power and keep it for themselves. And he was only surrounded by people like for god knows how long, having to endure being treated like a monster and an animal. In the scene he’s being electrocuted in he’s literally screaming and crying out for help, that doesn’t seem very emotionless to me, in that moment he was just a scared and helpless man. And the worst thing is as henry got older, Dr. Brenner literally just replaced him by making copies of him, making the others with powers, and forcing henry to raise his replacements. Thats got to be some of the most messed up shit. Not to mention how the only power henry had, the only thing he has to protect himself was taken from him, and he was left weak, defenseless and at the mercy of those around him. I can only imagine how angry and helpless this made him feel.

Time and time again henry is wronged in some way or another and that further pushes him down the path of hate. But when we see how henry interacts with 011 it seems that he actually likes her, and has a connection to her. It is quite obvious why this is though, he see’s himself in 011. He even tell’s her she reminds him of 001 (himself). Here are some examples of kindness henry showed towards her: He gained no benefit from helping her in the test and even risked getting in trouble for helping her but did it anyways. He also was willing to help her escape and was going to just let her leave him there. He saw 011 as someone who was like him, an equal. What he showed towards her was empathy. Henry can and has shown that he can care for others, and this is where i lead into the last part.

When henry was giving his speech to 011 he was putting all of his passion and vigor into what he was saying, thats because he truly believed in his words and thought since that he and 011 were so similar she would agree and believe with him too, But he was wrong. 011 telling him no and attacking him is the last straw and he finally, fully snaps, he comes to the realization that even 011, a person he thought to be so much like him, an equal and maybe even a friend had betrayed him like everyone else had and that nobody would ever truly understand him. Mirroring his earlier statement about him being like a spider in that he was deeply misunderstood and solitary. Its this moment that cements his future.

As much as henry is painted as a monster, even as a child, i found that after further examination that does not seem to be the case. He was a misguided and lonely kid who felt like an outsider and had been continually mistreated and ostracized even into adulthood, where he was abused and constantly betrayed by the people around him. He found a kinship with 011 like he did with the spiders but her betrayal alongside the many others cemented his hatred for people and finally gave him enough reason to give up on trying with people entirely.

Im sorry if this was long but i’ve been thinking about this for a long time. So thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[elliebartlets]

just finished buffy and while i hated that willow erased tara's memory back in season 6, i am really wishing she would perform a spell on me so i can experience this show again for the first time. i have tears streaming down my face. the only other episode where i cried like this was the season 5 finale the gift. i started this show last july so it took me almost a year to watch, and it has been a ride. i truly didn't think i'd like this show as much as i did but it was really something. first off, i thought the continuity was overall really good. obviously no show is perfect and i'm sure i'm missing some errors or plot holes since i've only seen this once, but i was overall impressed with the way this show brought plots and details back from previous seasons/episodes, and the details that predicted future episodes. not to mention bringing back characters or things that would only be a one time thing in other shows, like amy as a rat or oz as a werewolf over multiple seasons.

the characters were great, and i can't stress enough how much i loved that all them were flawed. there were times where i loved them, were completely neutral about them, were annoyed with them or angry with them. but this is why i liked them overall. because they had their good and bad traits about them which made them more interesting and human. their development was also great and fun to watch (sidenote: i really like wesley and cordelia's development on angel. well, i liked cordelia's but i just finished s4 so uh. yeah.)

right now i have no thoughts, only emotions about the finale. i'm really sad anya died. i did not have a good feeling about her with the way she kept talking in this ep but i'm still so upset. i loved her bluntness and the way struggled with becoming human. i hated the scene where they were escaping the school and xander was calling for anya but couldn't see her lying not too far from him. and i wish they gave her death a little more screentime? i'm also surprised xander didn't cry when he found out she died. she was the only main character to die too? (i mean, spike did i guess but i already know he's in angel season 5 so.) for a second i thought faith was gonna die when all the ubervamps piled on her and we didn't see her for a while. and my god the potentials annoyed me but i was kinda sad to see amanda die as she was the least annoying to me. i also can't believe the entire town of sunnydale was destroyed. i mean i guess i should've expected that but i didn't? i laughed when they went to the edge of the road and looked at what was left and the "welcome to sunnydale" sign just fell into the abyss.

i hardly rewatch drama shows (shows that are 45 min, multiple seasons, except you west wing my beloved <3) but this show is definitely rewatchable. i probably wouldn't rewatch for a long while, but it would be fun to pick up on details i missed the first time around. anyway yeah i'm gonna leave it here. at least i have season 5 of angel left.

[sageofmagic-squeaks]

Eh, Imma throw a vent here because I need to put it somewhere.

Speaking with my parents is like a gamble of 'will this conversation make me miss them' or 'will this conversation make me thankful I was paid by internet friends to move across the country' and OH BOY did a conversation the other day hit the latter. To the point where after the call was done, said internet friends who paid me to move across the country came out to CHECK ON ME. And I was caught off guard because 'oh actually this is how normal conversations go with my dad. Did it really sound that bad??'

The conversation itself was stupid. See, over the past MONTH I've been trying to move out of my flooded, uninhabitable apartment that was growing black mold. A pipe burst in January from our neighbor's unit and our first floor flooded and second floor started leaking. Since then I have had to balance driving between hotels and our apartment, fighting with said apartment over a new place to live because they needed us out permanently and they literally sold one place they offered us within the hour to someone else and then tried to offer us a place with a severe rat infestation, packing up the entire place, filing insurance claims, dealing with their unannounced maitanence visits, still working...it's a lot.

And on top of it all my dad kept. Texting. And emailing. Wanting me to do my taxes.

No acknlowledgement over my situation, just wanting me to stop everything and do taxes. I explained I no longer had computer access anymore and still got bothered over taxes. So now that I moved into a dry place in another city I called him to end this whole thing about taxes and instead got unrelated lectures on how I spend my money. According to him, I'm perfectly healthy and won't have health issues until I'm 60 so I should stop putting money in a health savings account and instead be applying every cent to paying off a bank loan he set up for me over 10 years ago for school. Thing is, I am paying that stupid loan. The interest is so high that it basically stagnanted at 10k for the past 4 years no matter how much of it I pay off. It's been an auto bill as far back as I can remember having my own bank account. And he was picking a fight over me dropping a few dollars of my paycheck into a health savings account for emergencies. There's barely enough in it to cover an ambulence if I needed one. And then he needled further implying that I am rich (HAH) and should pay off the 10k right then and there on the phone with him.

And again, I just had to pay to live in a hotel while still paying rent for a black mold apartment AND also rent for a new place we managed to sign the lease for in addition to paying movers and buying boxes and having to eat out instead of cook. My bank account is weeping and my roommates and I had to ask for help. But he mocked me saying I'm not poor and could pay it. I don't understand how serious it is. I gotta pay it.

Again like I don't already send a chunk of my paycheck towards the stupid loan already. Last time I paid off the OTHER bank loan he badgered me for I was barely scraping by because it took everything and he seems to think paying off bank and student loans is all that my work money should ever be used for.

Oh and also I found out I'm not getting mail regarding said loan because he set it up with all his information and won't let me change it to mine! Actually he's still upset that I changed the passwords for my bank account so he can't track my spending :) because who doesn't love buying a smoothie when hanging with friends and getting a call that night about wasting $8 that could've gone to stupid loans.

And people thought I was choosing to be depressed and negative on purpose back when I was in rp groups while living with my parents. Nope, I was just having my entire being micromanaged to every degree.

Anyways vent got away from me but like...I haven't lived with my parents in 6 years. I've had to work so hard to undo damage to have opinions of my own and interact with people normally and I can damn well manage my own money so calling my dad and having him blow off a major, stressful life event and demand I do what he says to pay off a loan that I'm already paying has been pissing me off.

Also no health issues my ass. I have adhd, cant stay awake and my spine is bent OVER 60 degrees. Not to mention the time I walked on a fractured leg for months because oh weh, medical bills expensive and how I'm still feeling that pain years later e_e

[phantomoftheorpheum]

I thought it was so weird how simon said that someone must've died down there since they can talk to each other, when they know that maddie died there??? like what?

I think that Simon was referring to that specific room (if I understood the basement layout correctly, they went through a door from the room/area where Maddie died into some kind of nuclear fallout shelter in the school). Since Simon couldn't see Maddie just from stepping out of Ms. Fields' room and into the hall, I think he meant that someone else (besides Maddie) must have died in the room next to the one she died in because he could still see her. The thing that initially made me suspicious of Simon (and hasn't entirely left) is how he seems to have a lot of unrequited feelings for Maddie, and he's shown irritation/suspicion of others who get close to her (like, maybe I read it wrong, but it was odd to me that he seemed initially more upset that Maddie didn't call him when she had her accident, than a real fear the Mr. Anderson's behavior was predatory in some way, which seemed like a weird detail to focus on), and his initial grief in the first episode read like potential guilt to me, but that being said, there's a lot of stuff he's done while following Maddie's instructions that would make him look potentially more guilty for her murder, so if he is trying to cover things up, I don't understand why he would do any of that. I don't think it's impossible for him to be the murderer (I actually think it could be a really interesting twist, depending on how it's executed), but I would definitely need a solid explanation for some of his behavior to make sense.

All that being said, I do think the show has been pretty unclear on the boundaries of death and how it interacts with the spaces where Maddie is visible. We know Simon can see her in Mr. Anderson's classroom and Ms. Fields' classroom because those were once the guidance counselor's offices (where Rhonda died). He can see her at the football stadium (tbh I was a little unclear on how much of the stadium that encompassed) because of Wally's death. He can see her in the cafeteria because of Charley. Presumably he can see her in the theater (though I'm not sure we've had a scene with them together in the theater?) because of the girl who died from the falling light. I'm not totally sure about the bus stop? Is that because of the band kids? We also know that he can see her in that shop room where the car is, and I don't think we've gotten an explanation of who died there (unless they're counting the rat, but like... if we're counting animals, you'd think that would cover a lot of ground, so I assume we're not counting the rat)? They also talked in that outdoor/concrete area (covered outdoor basketball court, maybe?) with the picnic tables in episode 2- no clue who died there. And, unless I missed it, we don't know where on campus Mr. Martin, Dawn, or the other two kids who are always around, but never say anything, died yet. You'd think that might be something Maddie would have asked people, because she knows those are the only places she can talk to Simon. It would be nice to understand the rules of the boundaries caused by the deaths. Rhonda died in a room that was divided into two rooms, but both of those rooms still allow Simon to see Maddie, but the moment he steps into the hall, he can't. But then Wally died on the actual football field, but Simon I think could still see Maddie in the stands? I would love some clarification on how that all works.

Anyway, sorry for this incredibly long response- I just really enjoy thinking through the logic/rules of a world, and that one is an interesting one. I am currently on team "Simon is not my #1 suspect, but he is definitely not off the board entirely" atm, because even though I do actually like him, just liking a character is far from enough to clear them.

EDIT: Also, if Simon had killed Maddie, that would be a bit of an explanation as to why he can see her, when no one else seems to have been able to make contact on either side. So far, the only thing they've come up with is like how strong his connection is to her? But why did Mr. Figueroa never see Charley? Why did Wally's mom never see him? We don't know a ton about those relationships (and arguably Wally's mom had a poor connection to him), but it would be an explanation as to why Simon and Maddie are different from those other relationships where the those characters were on school grounds repeatedly and didn't see a lost loved one. But 🤷‍♀️ I could probably talk myself into being suspicious of almost anyone.

[pesterloglog]

Jane Crocker, Jake English

Candy, page 6

JANE: Jake?

JANE: Jake! Jake, where are you?!

JAKE: Oh jane how unexpected!

JANE: Are you alright?!

JAKE: What? Of course! Why wouldnt i be?

JANE: I heard a horrible noise! What was all the racket?

JAKE: Oh this?

JAKE: Just a little morning target practice!

JANE: You do this... in... inside the house?

JAKE: Well of course jane where else would i do it? Bringing this operation outside would only startle the neighbors!

JAKE: I must ask jane... it seems that you are rather frazzled. Are you sure you arent the one whos not alright?

JANE: Have you talked to Dirk lately?

JAKE: Er not exactly. I would say that i have been talked *to* by dirk.

JAKE: But the communique has certainly not been two sided.

JANE: Ah, yes. It seems that we’re in the same boat then.

JANE: I haven’t heard from him. I stopped by his workshop, but it was locked. If he was in there, he wouldn’t come out.

JAKE: I dont see what all the ruckus is. Our good chum dirk fancies himself a dark and tortured soul. Cutting us off is not entirely out of his wheelhouse.

JANE: Yes, but not like this. It’s been years since he’s done a full blackout on us. Oh, I’m terribly worried.

JAKE: You worry far too much jane! Life has become so peaceable on this new planet of ours that i suppose dirk has merely tired of this idyllic life. It has either driven him permanently or temporarily insane.

JAKE: Thats my theory at least. Maybe its tommyrot but i have faith that dirk will be back. After all where is he going to go?

JANE: ...You seem rather cavalier about this.

JANE: Like, even more cavalier than you usually are.

JAKE: I must admit i am rather half rats at the moment.

JANE: You’re what?

JAKE: Haha sorry that was a pretty obtuse way of putting it wasnt it.

JAKE: What i mean to say is that ive been powdering my hair quite a bit today.

JANE: First thing in the morning?

JAKE: Well i needed the bottles for my target practice jane i couldnt just pour the wine down the drain! Thatd be a waste!

JANE: You know what, Jake?

JANE: You’re right. It really would be a waste!

JAKE: Jeepers jane! Slow down!

JANE: Could you leave us alone, please?

JAKE: Jane i must ask again... are you quite alright?

JANE: Actually no, I am quite not!

JAKE: I will say. You really seem like youve got the morbs!

JANE: I canceled my presidential bid.

JAKE: What? I was under the impression that you were awfully chuffed about that!

JANE: I was so incredibly chuffed about it, Jake. But Dirk called me just before his disappearance and told me to “cancel everything.” And so...

JANE: ...I canceled everything.

JAKE: Why jane do you really need dirk to run for president?

JAKE: I know that he had set himself up as your plenipotentiary but it seems to me that you have everything you need to win the day without him.

JANE: Well yes, I suppose that I could run a successful presidential campaign on my own merits, especially since Dirk and I developed most of our strategy together.

JANE: But now that I’ve pulled out I can’t just go back and tell them I’ve changed my mind. That would be so embarrassing! It would make me look wishy-washy. I can see the headlines now, calling me a “terminal flip-flopper.”

JANE: Also...

JANE: Somehow it just doesn’t seem right without Dirk.

JAKE: Dirk has that manner about him does he not?

JAKE: A way about him that makes you feel like whatever you do as long as it does not involve him it doesnt count for dick.

JANE: I hadn’t thought about it that way.

JANE: But yes, ever since I talked to him I have felt... strange.

JAKE: Strange how?

JANE: Strange like you just explained... like nothing I do matters. I should be more upset that I’ve spoiled my chance at running for president, but for some reason I find myself not really caring.

JANE: And that’s what I’m actually so upset about. The fact that I don’t care!

JANE: Instead...

JANE: Oh, this is mortifying to admit, but I’ve been thinking that perhaps I’ve been doing the wrong thing with my life.

JANE: Instead of all this business politicking I’ve been doing, what I’d really like...

JANE: Is to settle down and raise a family.

JANE: Does that sound ridiculous?

JAKE: Why that doesnt sound ridiculous at all! Its just that ive never heard you express such sentiments before.

JAKE: Except of course for that time when you were under mind control and had me trussed up in your lair as you pontificated villainously about using me as a breeding stud to create a blood lineage for your incumbent corporate space empire.

JANE: Oh...

JANE: You still remember that.

JAKE: Jane youre one of my most cherished friends. I couldnt possibly forget a single moment weve spent together no matter how sexually uncomfortable the situation may have been.

JANE: Well, Jake, it doesn’t always have to be that way.

JANE: Putting business first? Ignoring the good things in my life chasing profit? I’m sick of it.

JANE: I think that I could be... loving. I could be a good wife.

JANE: For the kind of man who needs a good wife in his life.

JANE: Like, say, an eligible bachelor with a hundred empty rooms in his house and no one to help clean them...

JANE: Who has been recently and mysteriously abandoned by his long term... “companion.” Or whatever he was.

JANE: Someone handsome and lonely and who knows me well enough that we need not fear showing each other our less savory sides.

JANE: Such as... being drunk at nine in the morning.

JANE: Oh, Jake, isn’t that the dream?

JAKE: Jane...

JAKE: I say this sincerely as one of your oldest and dearest friends.

JAKE: I hope that you have luck in finding a charming and bricky bloke who will summarily impregnate you with as much swiftness as possible and be a responsible father for your children.

JAKE: There is nothing for you i want more.

JANE: ...

JANE: Well, then.

[babyjoysdiary]

Knew him for like two weeks and first slept with him after knowing him a day and with my best friend. He was in his phone the whole time. Skip forward to today where he called me a psycho after being upset because he said he was gonna call me and didn’t. He also said he was gonna call his sister to beat my ass and he knew he never should have slept with me. Whenever we hung out he mostly left me in a room by myself and he got rats. So why am I lowkey heartbroken? 1. This story alone should have told you I was pathetic 2. He a church therapist. Omg more pathetic. 3. He always cooked for me and was seemingly cool with my weirdness and says he wanted me and that we were made for each other and gave me weed and told me he couldn’t wait to get to know me better so we could sleep together unprotected and before I left he would always kiss me in the top of the head

Anyway he recorded me sucking his dick full face and I’m worried about it. And him dumping me so quick, can’t be dumping it was two weeks of casual sex because I’m non-binary fr fr

I knew I was desperate partly because of all my friend break ups and housing issues. But since getting assisted by S. I’m 3 for 3 for hook ups DISCARDING me.

Since I don’t have a sexy body I really thought being FYCKING FANTASTIC in the bedroom would make ppl stay. NO. you porn star with the head and ugly….folks , NIGGAS in particular just know that mean you desperately want affection and been passed around and taught some tricks 😭 they will play nice, use you up, and toss you back

Lol anyway not me sneaking a pic almost done with the plate just for proof 😭

Why would he start cooking for me? Why would he look at me and just smile? That was torturous

[dagobahbound]

The Anniversary

based on this post by @mallr4ts  

summary: After a pretty good day with force 99, Crosshair gets upset and locks himself away, the others not knowing what they did wrong. You are able to talk through it with him, helping him calm down. 

pairing: Crosshair x Reader (romantic!)

reader description: I didn’t feel it was necessary to give gender or pronouns, so I didn’t. I think it reads fine without them.  

word count: 1.4 K 

notes: I am usually a Wrecker girl, but the answer Rat gave made me tear up so I had to write something. Very much angsty stuff, so enjoy I guess. 

“Hey, do you think you can check on Crosshair?” Hunter’s voice broke the silence you were enjoying in your quarters, reading the new book you’d had on your “to be read” list for far too long. 

“What’s up?”

“Well, we were talking and he seemed to get a bit anxious, and we tried to change the subject and then he just got up and went to his room,” he explained as you climbed down from your perch. Bunk beds were cool, but you hardly slept there. Usually Crosshair wanted you with him. 

“I’ll check up on him,” you tell Hunter as you turn the corner to leave the room. You look up to find Echo and Wrecker standing at the end of the corridor, worry on their brows. Tech came from the common room, then. He looked just as nervous. “I’m sure he’s fine, guys. He just needs time,” you assure them. 

Echo shook his head slightly. 

“Tell him I’m sorry,” Wrecker pleaded, his hand rubbing his head. 

“For what?” 

“I dunno, but I’m usually the one who says something wrong.” You smile. 

“I’ll tell him.” You shoo them away with your hands, now standing in front of Crosshair’s door. Hunter gathered the men back into the common room. Not that that would do much. You were certain the walls in this ship were made out of single sheets of paper. 

You knock twice on the door, and stay silent. No response. You sigh. 

“I’m just checking on you, love. I’ll be in my room,” you announce through the door. You knew he wouldn’t want you to barge in, even though you did have a key. 

You stepped back down the hall and into your room. You climb the ladder to the top bunk, and begin to read again. You usually read with some white noise, but you wanted to be able to hear if Crosshair called for you. 

On the contrary, he came around the corner and through your doorway after a few minutes. You set your book down, looking at his tired eyes. He’d been crying, but he didn’t want you staring. You cleared your throat and clicked play on your white noise player. Thunderstorm in a forest. You placed your bookmark in between the pages and left the novel on the bed. 

You start down the ladder as Crosshair crawled onto the bottom bunk. He pulled the blankets down, but didn’t wrap them around himself. He knew you’d want them, but they were too... soft. 

The door swished closed when you hit the button. You stepped to the bottom bunk and crawled in beside him. He leaned on the pillow you’d never used, except for times like this. He’d been upset like this before, and you always tried your best to be what he needed. 

Silence. 

Wrapping your arms around him as he buried his face in your chest and shoulder. The white noise was just loud enough that he didn’t have to hide every sob. Thunder sounded from the speaker and he took a deep breath. You made small circles on his back with one hand, gently squeezing his hand in the other. 

You both stayed like that for a while. The track had repeated, and they usually lasted for about an hour. 

“What were you reading?” His question sounded far away, but really he was just whispering. His throat likely hurt from his crying. 

“That novel you bought me the other day. It’s pretty good.” You couldn’t keep back your smile as he turned his head to look at you. He took his hand away from yours and traced your lips with his index finger. 

“You’re pretty good.” You stifled a laugh. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, warm under your lips. 

“Feel any better?”

“You definitely help,” his voice still hoarse. 

“You don’t have to talk about it, but I was instructed to tell you that Wrecker is sorry.” Crosshair’s brow raised. You shrugged. 

“He didn’t do anything. None of them did. I just,” he trailed off. You patted his back and pulled the blankets closer to your body. You held the corner out to him, offering to wrap him as well. 

He sighed and nodded. You smile as you wrap the blanket around him. His hands were ice cold, and you knew he was freezing. 

“It’s been another year.” 

“Another year?”

“Since Jelucan.” You nod, not saying anything. If he wanted to talk, he certainly could, but you wouldn’t force anything. “I got through the day, and I was fine. But, Hunter started to talk about the anniversary of Geonosis, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Jelucan.” 

You rub your hand up and down his arm, and kiss his forehead again. He takes a deep breath again. His fingertips trace your arm and elbow aimlessly. He was nearly shaking. 

“I was sent to handle some rebels hiding on Jelucan. They were, more accurately, rebel sympathizers. They had no weapons. No plans. They were just people. Refugees hiding from the Empire.” He stared off into nowhere. Thunder clapped and he jumped. “I gave the order, but I also shot into them. I killed them,” he spit out, sobs following his confession. 

You pulled him impossibly closer, rubbing his back. “You had no choice, my love.”

“I didn’t have to fucking join them! I should’ve just given the damn order!” He was shouting into your neck, and tears fell from your eyes and on his shoulder. You regretted your words, lightly shushing him. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, squeezing him tighter. 

“No, don’t be. You’re the only one I can talk to,” he cried. You nod. 

“Your brothers would listen, you know. They love you,” you say, weary of his response. 

“I know, I just,” he started. He squeezed your wrist gently. “They already think I’m broken enough.” 

“They may think so, but that doesn’t negate their concern. They really love you, and so do I. We want you to feel better.” He breathed through his nose, even though it was stuffy, now. He traced down your neck and to your wrist. His hands were always precise, but stayed busy. 

“What I’ve done, I just, I wish I could wipe it all away.” You sigh and grab his hand on its way down to your wrist. You kiss his knuckles and rest your cheek on his loose fist. You could feel his pulse as you held onto his wrist, just counting the beats. 

“No one can change the past, but you can change your future. Don’t let what you’ve done get in the way of what you can have.”

“What can I have?” His question wasn’t rude, it was genuine. He wanted to know what he could have after everything he’d done. 

“You have four brothers that love you, and will follow you anywhere. You have me, of course, I’m a little biased there.” He chuckled. His hand squeezed your shoulder gently. 

“You have the entire galaxy, love. A galaxy full of potential and future. Don’t give it up for something you can’t change. Let us help you.”

He sighed. The thunder rolled from the speaker, rain drops hitting leaves steadily. You both sat there for a little while. His fingers traced abstract designs on your skin. 

“You’re never going to wipe away what you’ve done, but you can begin to understand how to live with it. Don’t let your past eat you up.” He nodded, a lone tear headed down his cheek. You stop it with a kiss. 

“You do so much for me, how can I make that up to you?”

You grin, dramatically thinking about your answer. “Well, I’ll probably finish that book tomorrow, if I get enough time. The sequel came out last year, and I’m sure there will be a book store on our next stop.” 

He rolled his eyes and laughed. “I buy your love with books, now?”

“Well, it’s easier than some other things you could buy it with,” you joke. You both sit there giggling for some minutes, enjoying the booms of thunder from your speaker. 

“I love you,” you say, noticing his breathing had calmed. He gave a small smile. 

“I love you, too. Let’s sleep here, my head hurts too much to walk.” You laugh as he pulls free enough from your hold to reach the remote for the lights. 

“Fine, but if you start snoring, I’m going to your room.” 

[heauxzenji]

could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)

Aw shit, here we go again...

NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu

gn!reader focused

A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:

What hair?

And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”

I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.

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Dating The Slashers Include

Includes: Bubba Sawyer, John Kramer, Billy Loomis, Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Amanda Young, and Tiffany Valentine

Warning: Slight smut warning for Freddy (but are you shocked?), but mostly just fluff

Dating Bubba Would Include: -Starting off as probably best friends -laughing and walking around a lot together -becoming very close, somewhere in between friends and lovers -you making the first move -maybe by accident -you’d probably be talking to him and Choptop -“Why don’t you ask that guy out?” -“Because I like Bubba, remember.” -“You do?” -luckily, he likes you too -going on a first date -it not being awkward at all -if you go out on the town, you end with a hot cup of tea and new clothes, wanting to get him out of the blood covered apron -back at home, laughing and hand holding, forgetting it was actually a date -you end with a soft kiss -both of you blushing madly -the two of you will sit on a sofa and Bubba mumbles about anything -being the last ones awake -Bubba falling asleep on your shoulder -you are smiling -you also falling asleep, not wanting to wake him up -the next morning, you greet with a kiss, as if it has been done a hundred times already -every night, before bed, cuddling on the sofa and cuddling together -searching for Choptop with him -just to please him -always being amazed at how smart he is even though he can’t talk -he knows everything about you -just on his own way -stroking his hair in a calming manner -always holding hands -quick kisses -favourite place is his room, where you can sit close and lay your head in his lap while in a puddle of happiness -spending holidays with each other -one time by him, one time with you -just being cute together -always thinking of each other -general love and sweetness

Dating John Would Include: -Reading books together in the living room with a blanket draped over you. -Laying your legs on top of his whilst attentively looking over the pages. -Him playfully starting to trace patterns on the bottom of your feet, fully knowing that you’re the most ticklish person ever. -It eventually became a full-on tickle fight. -But when you’re starting to scream for mercy he’ll stop so you can breathe again. -Making traps together as well. -Him giving you tight hugs every time you remind him you love him. -Snuggling into his jigsaw robe. -It kind of smelling like him. -He gives you neck kisses and collarbone kisses and doesn’t matter what kind of kisses… -Cause they’re loving and soft and gentle just like him around you. -He looks at you with sleepy puppy eyes and it melts you every. single. time. -Over all, he is so very happy about being with you. -Because you’re kind and amazing and loving towards him, and he can’t quite understand what you see in him. -But you make sure to remember him, very often, that he’s just as lovable as you. -And he will never appreciate someone more than his beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend.

Dating Billy Would Include: -Him coming up with pick up lines and always strolling up to you casually, looking you up and down, as he bites his lip and says something stupid -Billy dragging you to see a movie he loves -Going to see it with him but him smiling the entire time -Acting up together -You're concentrating on something and he'd look at you and forget to breathe -Nose kisses -Neck kisses -Changing study locations due to the seasons/weather -Quiet 'I love you's' -Cheek kisses -Trips to the kitchen to bring a worrying amount of sweets back to the room -Stu forcing you to share -Having a competition to see who can scream 'I Love You' the loudest -Having a very public relationship -Seeing each other across the hall or corridor and running dramatically into each other's arms and hugging -Stu would tell you off but you could see a twinkle of laughter in his eyes at your escapades -Sudden passionate kisses when you realise you’re alone -'It's been 1 day, 5 hours, 12 minutes and 6 seconds since I’ve seen you' -Comforting him when his dad hurts him -Stu always laughing when he sees him zone out because he's thinking of you -Spending most of your time together -Your family loving him instantly -Warm, comforting hugs to keep each other stable -Sitting in peace, tracing patterns on each other's skin -Having a very goofy relationship -You almost never stop laughing -Cuddling almost constantly -Whispering 'I love you' against your neck as he places soft kisses against it -Playing with his hair -Being the 'It' Couple -Braiding his hair even though it's short so it ends up being multiple little random braids in his hair -Him laying his head on your lap -His HAIR -Soft sighs falling from his lips as you lightly scratch his scalp -Him putting his cold feet on you when you're in bed -You shrieking and kicking him off -Wearing his Ghostface outfit -Double dates with Stu and his dates -You brushing his hair -Him attempting to brush yours -Watching the stars -Lazy days cuddling on the couch -Playing with his hair. A LOT -Putting flowers in his hair -Just loving his hair -"Sometimes I think you're only dating me for my hair" -"I am"

Dating Michael Would Include: -Him being extremely protective over you -No one daring to pick on you because of this -Shy smiles and glances -Believing in him -Him opening up to you and showing you his kind vulnerable side -Sharing secret kisses -Getting unexpected gifts -Him smiling when he sees you wearing his stuff especially his jumpsuit -You bring out the better side of him -Sitting by the couch and leaning on each other -Teaching him out to act out rationally, not on anger -Holding hands in public with your hands locked tightly by your sides -Him getting jealous of other guys and you teasing him about it -You being the big spoon because even though he acts really proud, he likes to be held at night -Sneaking around a lot -Midnight rendezvous -Neck kisses -Him calling you stupid nicknames to annoy you -"How are you, my sugar-drop?" -You hit him on the shoulder and him acting as if it didn't hurt but oh my god it does so much -Lazy Sunday mornings where you just sleep the day away -You wrap your arms around him from behind and hugging him tightly -Waking up to him tracing patterns on your skin with light fingers -Always trusting you with absolutely everything -Lots of giggles -Midnight dates -Deep talks in the middle of the night, either in bed or over anything. Him always playing with your hair -Him always being able to be himself with you -Suggestive grins during class -Sending animal-shaped notes to each other -Him being a perfectionist -So much sarcasm -Him laughing at you when you won't admit that you're a bit jealous of all the female and male attention he receives -You hiding his stuff to tease him -But him not being able to be upset with you -Arguments about minor things but both of you not meaning it seriously -Stolen kisses -Lots and lots of neck kisses -Sneaking into each other's homes -Back rubs -Cuddles

Dating Freddy Would Include: -Sometimes starting conversations but loving the silence of the moment. -At night he never lets you roam around without him. -After he tells you about how everyone hate him, understanding why. -But still doing after and it becomes a thing for you. -Starting to let you in more about his plans. -But carefully -Loving (ssshhh) your curious side and how you wanted to know more about all his slasher friends. -"So If that's the most painful place for a man where is it for a woman?" -"Well aren't you a curious little thing dear." -The other slashers not minding you. -He obviously had told them not to harm you. -You getting along with Chucky after you get to know each other a little more. -"Okay, now I know why he is your favourite. He is really interesting under his arrogance and big ego," you say and Freddy smirks. -"Hey, I heard that f-! " *Freddy looking disapprovingly* "......lovable normie" -Taking a stroll with him in the nightmare realm. -Gripping his hand tightly. -Playing it cool but when a bird scares you, you scream and fall into his arms. -"You know this is kinda ironic right? I can probably harm you more than anything in this forest. " -"Oh hush! " you say. -Kisses in secret places. -(Getting closer sentimentally to you.) -Seeing him battle and win his opponent is a total turn on (Sorry not sorry) -Mostly rough sex -Like taking his time with you -Slowly approaching the pain-pleasure subject especially after he founds out that you like spanking and choking (sorry not sorry again). -Blowjobs for sure. -Like when he is feeling pissed and generally needs to feel like a powerful man you are right there. -You feeling sometimes that he might not do some things because he might not think you are good enough -But he kissed you to shut you up -Talking back to him one day while going to hang out with Bubba and Jason. -Telling him not to blame the others. -Pinning you to the wall. -"Listen to me, dear. You don't tell me what to do. Also, someone has to be blamed." his hands lowering to your waist and leans to your ear. " You have to get used to it love if you want to be with me." his hands slowly trailing up your thighs. "So now shut your pretty mouth because it's not going change anything," he says smirking to you now caressing you. -Sighing and accepting that there is nothing that you can do. Kissing him while he leads you to your room too pissed to be around anywhere now.

Dating Stu Would Include: (Oh look, it’s two Scream imagines)

-where do I even start? He’s a kinky rat, everything to him is a kink -him falling completely in love with you, and never want to see you hurt in any way, especially by himself -he’d spoil the shit out of you -and he’d protect you to death -people would know not to touch you, those who have tried disappear -he’d take you shopping with full security -he’d be the guy waiting outside the change room to tell you how gorgeous and sexy you are when you come out -his hands go anywhere they want to, that’s just him. So if you wear a dress, you can guess where his hands are going -he’s the guy with his arm over your shoulders when you walk -very possessive -rough and VERY kinky sex lets are honest -but he spoils the shit out of you. wait I legitimately already wrote that but it's so true. -he’d love when you sit on his lap -especially with nothing on or in his room ;) -it throws other slashers off because they know to respect you and not look at you too long or Stu will flip and stab them -he’s the guy that can growl that sexy growl when he’s angry -but purr that sexy purr when he’s happy -you like both sounds. so sexy -he’d take you to the most expensive places and buy you the most expensive outfits and jewellery, although some of the outfits can’t even be called outfits ;) -date night is the best -ride or die. -him driving you places and speeding to make you laugh and scream. -rough ‘you’re mine’ kind of kisses -but the way he grips your waist when he kisses you is 100% -I mean, I wouldn't say he would be the best boyfriend, but it would be an experience

Dating Amanda Would Include: (Oh look, another Saw imagine) -Looking out for each other -Playing with her hands -Her being a real getlewoman -Her getting embarrassed and flustered when people ask her how she managed to get an 'an amazing person like you' -You tell her you're the lucky one to have a girl like her -Her getting clumsier when you make her nervous -Smiling when you notice Amanda getting more comfortable in your relationship -Opening up to each other -Meeting John and him adoring you -Her telling you all about her favourite fictional characters and how the pretty ones remind her of you -Her getting you the 'pretty’ characters toys as a gift -Lots of hugs -Her watching you talk, write or anything else -Blushing furiously when you catch her staring -Quick pecks in public at first -Watching anything together while cuddling -Her depending on your emotional support a lot -Light touches -Teasing each other -Amanda going on and on about basically anything and you just listening because you like seeing her happy -Picking a single flower and placing it in your hair -Sweet cheek kisses just whenever -Catching her looking at you and looking down and catching her eye and blushing furiously -Sitting by the lake and doing your work -Helping her out with her rehab sessions -Always standing up for her and vice versa -Spending a lot of time in her room just talking to her -Her heart fluttering all the time when you're around -Warm hugs where neither of you wants to let go -Helping him overcome her drug addiction -Comforting her when she feels useless -Gentle kisses -You aren’t a fan of a few a things she likes but you still listen because the excitement in her voice when she talks about it is so freaking adorable! -Cute nicknames -Spending entire days together -Letting Amanda play with your hair -So many inside jokes -Falling asleep under the stars -Food fights -Reminding her about what she's forgotten -Piggyback rides

Dating Tiffany Would Include: (You already know I freaking love Tiffany so you know this will be a long one) -God, she’s so fucking dramatic. -There would be multiple public declarations of love a week, without a doubt. -Crybaby™ -You’ll be goofing around together and say something jokingly rude, like how annoying she is, or some shit like that -And she’ll just deflate -She’ll start pouting, and a small crease between her eyebrows will appear -So, of course, you feel bad -So you’d take her face between your hands, and just start placing little kisses all over her face -On the cheeks, the nose, the forehead (if you can reach, that is) -After a minute you stop, looking Tiffany in the eyes at last after brushing her curls behind her ears -And they’re just filled with amusement, and she also has a shit-eating grin on her lips -She’d trick you into giving her extra affection because she’s a whiny little baby she loves you so much -So you smack her across the head -After a while, this little trick wouldn’t work, so she’d start finding other ways of getting what she wants -It’s not that you don’t show her enough love, it’s just that she needs excessive amounts -Because Tiffany never does anything halfway -It’s all or nothing -And with her, it’s often all. -She’d always show you off as ‘her girl’ and literally never shut up about you -And at first, people found it cute, because ‘aw, look how in love they are!’ -But now everybody just wants to put duct tape over her mouth -(they all still find you two cute, but, God, does Tiffany ramble) -You’re constantly talking about the future. -“What’d you think our wedding will look like?” -“How many children do you want?” -Pranks. So. Many. Pranks. -You turn it into your own little competition to see who can get the other better. -This was fun until the paranoia set in. -“Why are you looking at me like that..?” -“Because I love you.” -“Tiff….” -“Mmm.” -“What have you done?” -*Cue you chasing her down the house whilst screaming profanities, both of you laughing as you do so* -Her taking you on adventures around the town -She would teach you how to be a sassy bitch -Or, if you already knew how you’d have small games together. -Just you two, one-on-one. -You’d either: A) kick her ass, and she’d insist that she let you win, or B) be so damn terrible, but look so adorable trying that she would let you win - although she’d never make a joke about it, she’d support you and help you get better. -Throwing stuff to each other while the slashers are arguing. -Her aiming the paper so it hits your head, so you decide to make her get in trouble with Freddy -Mean Girls puns. -“You dropped your coffee? Get in, bitch, we’re getting more” -“How dare you!” -Tiffany laughing because of how terrible the jokes are. -Also, just horrible jokes in general. The type that makes you cringe, but also giggles. -Her being so open with you. -This girl will literally share anything with you. No fuss, at all. -She believes that trust is the foundation of every relationship, so why should she keep secrets? -She has so much faith in you, so the thought of you ever telling anyone something private has never even crossed her mind. -She hates it when you’re sad. -It physically pains her to know that you’re hurting. -So she’ll do everything she can to make you happy again. -Want to cry it out? She’ll hold you, murmuring words of comfort as she does so. -Feel like eating away from your problems? She’ll take you down to the kitchen so you can both have as much food as you want. -Just need to let it all out? She’ll take you by the hand and walk you down the lake so you can throw stones into the water. Or she’ll just take you up to the bedroom so you can scream into a pillow until your voice stops working. -Constant physical contact. -Even if it’s just holding hands, or feeling your shoulder brush against her: she likes to know that you’re there, and you’re safe. -Because in such a short amount of time, you’d become so important to her. -And she couldn’t bear to live without you by her side.

[majorxmaggiexboy]

on that note, since i still haven’t seen it and am Bitter

The Plot of Encanto, as i’ve been able to extrapolate from memes and like, three songs

Alma has like three kids and i think in order of age they’re Julietta, Pepa, and Bruno, or they might actually be triplets. Some guy murders her husband (murder to kick off the plot? finding nemo vibes) and, idk if it’s the power of love or just a random, accidental like tertiary terrestrial big bang or what but it’s like this almost kind of pocket universe is created like it sounds like some extra mountains and stuff spring up from the earth between Ms Alma and the murderer dude. 

I haven’t seen anything about why this murderer dude was after her but maybe he knew she was magic or smthn and was like “i need that in my life, world conqueration” and she and her husband were like “ew idk wtf youre talking about, we have three kids do you think we have time” so he just figured he’d murder them and now he’s probably calcified inside a mountain regretting his decisions

somehow Ms Alma gets a candle and, builds a house? With her kids? and the house is like Actually I’m Also Magic, Your Children Will Rise Up And Call You Blessed, Boom, and then her kids get magic abilities. Julietta gets cooking-activated healing powers, Pepa is Storm, and Bruno becomes a prophet.

Unfortunately though Bruno’s prophecy powers come with classic villain coding in the form of green lighting so everyone’s like “Oh my god, he’s Evil, right? Is your kid evil, Alma? Did you have an evil son?” 

I think they kind of shelve that for a while and just kind of side-eye the dude for like fifty years or so.

Oh and at least two of the kids seem to have anxiety bc it looks like Pepa tends to get super upset and cause major weather issues, and Bruno’s premonitions are at least mostly negative so most people see him coming and they have that kind of MoonMoon reaction. Anyway

So Julietta gets married and so does Pepa, just to a couple of normal dudes since nobody else has magic powers. Both great dudes. Bruno’s either Ace, Gay, or Just Can’t Get A Date. Or probably a combination. He messes up Pepa’s wedding by doing a weather forecast that upsets her. 

I’d think that’d be the catalyst to Not One Of Us over the loudspeakers and him slinking off into the walls but ????? I guess they kind of still tolerated him?

The couples start having kids and each couple happens to have three kids which makes me think the Magic has a thing about the number three

Also the kids get magic abilities and their own room when they turn five and wait a second just as an aside- the House is magic too right? So is it actually haunted? Is it the dead husband’s spirit? Was the husband a wizard? - so we’ve got

Luisa, my favorite, who has super strength and an anxiety/depression disorder Dolores, my favorite, who has super hearing and an anxiety disorder Isabella, who makes the flowers bloom again and is doing the best she can and has an anxiety disorder Ca(r?)milo, my favorite, who’s a shapeshifter and probably bi, very gender, love that funky lil dude. Mirabel, my favorite, probably also has an anxiety disorder. No gift because either the magic ran out of ideas for a minute when it was her turn or maybe the magic was like, “youre the designated next abuela” Antonio, whose voice makes me long for death but who’s otherwise quite cute, can talk to animals

So the actual plot of the movie is then that Mirabel’s like Damn Wow I Don’t Have Superpowers, This Is An Awkward And Uncomfortable Position To Be In

and wait actually, also, going back, i think around the time the magic was like “lol not u mirabel” that’s when everyone started looking at Bruno like “man what now? did you do this? Are you evil? Are you Maleficent from the original cartoon sleeping beauty? Did you put a curse on this kid? Are you gay?” and Bruno was like “Idk lemme go check wikipedia” and noped out to go live in the walls and collect rats

i don’t think anyone was particularly upset by that, i haven’t seen any implication of a missing person’s report being filed. Everyone was just kind of like “Oh damn he gone” 

anyway so Mirabel doesn’t have a magic power and she’s self-conscious about that but her little brother? cousin? Antonio gets a magic power of being able to talk to animals and so everybody’s having a party to celebrate.

Meanwhile Isabella has an arranged marriage situation with this guy and she’s going along with it to make grandma happy because she’s the favorite and is scared to not be the favorite but then actually Dolores likes the guy who’s engaged to Isabella 

And for some reason the magic starts wheezing and crumbling. Possibly due to the ghost or the magic or whatever being upset about how everyone’s side-eying Mirabel like “You don’t have powers,,,oh, are you Evil? Evil like your Uncle?” so naturally when the magic starts glitching people are like “Wow, Mirabel, you really did this, just like your evil uncle”

so Mirabel decides that that can’t be right and that she’s going to solve the mystery of why the house is haunted and magical and what’s glitching with the magic so she starts asking questions about her evil uncle in case he’s still alive and is why the magic is glitching, and literally the whole family and town are all unanimously like “we don’t talk about that dude, he’s Evil”

so she goes on a quest and somehow finds her way into the walls of the house and meets Bruno and finds out he’s not evil, he’s just Some Guy and she’s like Okay Prophet, What’s The Deal With The Magic, and he’s like Idk But You’re Involved, and she’s like Oh Sh**

and it’s a little bit of a Brave situation because she’s got these side quests to make things okay with her sister whom she can’t stand but also has to fight the grandma in the end and the whole house turns out to have just been crumbling due to domestic distress rather than a curse or anything, like the magic was just buckling under the tension of family gatherings which, aren’t we all,

so at some point Mirabel makes her sister angry enough to conjure up succulents and rediscover her life’s purpose so they’re cool again and then Mirabel gets to the final boss battle and is like, “Grandma, Grandpa is Dead. I don’t have magic powers but you don’t either so, if I Suck for not having powers, so do you. Also, stop making everyone enter the workforce at five years old. With great power comes great responsibility but sometimes even demigods need a nap” 

and Grandma is like, “oh. Okay, yeah, that sounds right”

and Bruno comes out of the wall on a horse and is like “Please do not kill Mirabel for my transgressions, I didn’t put a curse on her” and Grandma is like “Oh hey I did have a third kid” 

and the townspeople are like “We don’t have magical powers either but most of us have practical carpentry experience and know about building stuff” so they do an HGTV Rebuild and the family is like, “the real reason Mirabel doesn’t have powers is because god wanted to give everybody else a chance. If Mirabel didn’t get nerfed on the powers she’d be too much” 

And the donkeys were animated by furries.

[kino-alternative]

“ This will be a long one! Also, trying angst, so uhh . . Don't be surprised if it's bad! ” ( Inspired by: The Story Of Evil )

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“ The Servant ”

Keywords: Y/N- Your Name, T/N- Twin's Name ( Your twin is a girl )

Notes:

This is a Nagito Komaeda X Reader.

This will obvious have SPOILERS for the game. Specifically, the whole Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair game.

Reader's Gender-Neutral. Also suggest listening to “ Daughter of Evil ” “ Servant of Evil ” and “ No Regrets ”.

0: 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 -

Y/N L/N was a part of the Future Foundation, 14th division. While their twin sister, T/N who was the Ultimate Queen ( Originally Princess but a certain blonde already took the title ), was a Remnant of Despair along with the rest of their class.

It pained the twin to see their other being controlled by the strawberry blonde fashionista. Especially since they had to capture her themselves.

After running the program, Y/N decided to enter as a secret agent of the Future Foundation to help the two others when needed. It hurts knowing the truth but they were glad to see everyone before the tragedy struck.

Their dear twin sister was indeed a troublemaker and others even say she's ‘ evil ’ due to her cruel and awful personality, but of course as - not only her twin - her loyal servant ever since they were reunited, Y/N stood by the girl's side.

There was also another that they treasure, Nagito Komaeda,The Ultimate Lucky Student. Yes, even knowing how he is, he managed to make them fall for him. It was interesting really, since T/N isn't really fond of him ( Most of them don't ). But their was something about him that made them feel . . . Loved. Not platonically.

Y/N and their friends, their fellow survivors of the first killing game, had thought everything would go smoothly.

Sadly, that was not the case. That's the reason why I said ‘ first ’ after all. Y/N had failed to protect the Ex-Remnants of Despair from Monokuma's sick game. They could only think of him being the reason the virus entered in the first place.

Three trials. Three blackeneds. Four victims. It was awful. They hated the fact they had to go through another killing game. Now here they are, starving in two fruit-based buildings. Unfortunately, that was not the only motive the despair loving bear had planned.

1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫.

“ Upuhuhuhu! That's right! T/N is an agent working for me! ” Monokuma announced to the eleven remaining students. Everyone's eyes widen as they all looked at the said girl with shock and anger.

She took a step back, almost stepping on the skirt of her dress as she clicked her tongue and gritted her teeth. “ Seriously!? You peasants believe him!? ” She asked with a glare.

“ How can we not? You're basically . . Evil! ” Kazuichi exclaimed, hiding behind Mechamaru to avoid the girl's glare. Everyone agreed with what he said. T/N was definitely cruel and awful, how did she managed to get her Ultimate anyway?

“ Silence! You shall not call them ‘ peasants ’! ” Sonia ordered with a stern look on her pretty face. The young queen scoffed, crossed her arms and looked away “ Isn't that what we call others below us, your highness? ”

“ I mean, as despairing as it sounds . . Monokuma hasn't lied to us ” Nagito pointed out, to which T/N replied - “ Hush, you hope obsessed freak! ”

But it seems like everyone seemed to believe it's true.

-

“ You asked for me, your majesty? ” Y/N entered the deluxe room of Grape House. There, at the desk, was their twin who's eyes were shining with anger. “ That damned bear . . Those peasants . . ” She began to curse under her breath as she stabbed a certain area on the map.

“ I will make him pay for ratting me out ”

The elder twin sighed and walked up to her, placing a blanket they grabbed from the bed over her shoulders. “ It is getting late, you should rest. Some sleep should give you energy for now ”

T/N whined but listened nonetheless. As soon as the girl plopped onto bed, she was out like a candle light. Y/N smiled softly and kissed her forehead, bidding her goodnight before leaving the room.

“ That devil shall not live to see the light of day . Not after she poisoned us with her thorns ”

-

“ A body has been discovered! ”

“ A body has been discovered! ”

Two. Two victims. One was a destroyed robot and the other was a stabbed with gunshots H/C girl. That's right. The victims were Mechamaru Nidai and T/N L/N.

2.1: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞.

Nagito knew something was off.

The moment he saw his hope, Y/N, he knew that they were hiding something. And that something was indeed shocking. “ Ah, I apologise for not introducing myself earlier . . I'm Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Servant ”

That was a lie.

After completing the final dead room, he got his prize. It was files about them. Not only did he found out that Hajime was talentless and was a reserve course student, but his dear hope, his true love of his life, Y/N was not only talentless, but an agent of the Future Foundation.

He was upset but understood Y/N's reason. But for some reason . . He can't help but feel like he missed something.

2.2: 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭.

After the trial . .

“ That's right! The blackened who killed T/N L/N and destroyed Mechamaru Nidai isss . . . Gundham Tanaka, the Ultimate Breeder! AHAHAHA! ” Monokuma cackled as everyone looked at the breeder, who seemed to be prepared for the up-coming punishment.

Despair was painted on everyone's faces, a few tried to hide it. But one let out the pain that was weighing their down, slamming their hands on their podium which surprised them.

Tears streamed down their face as they asked, “ Why did you choose to murder her!? Why in the brutal way!? ” Their voice cracked from the sobs that came after the question. They knew that the H/C haired servant would be upset, but it was shocking to see them break down so . . Easily.

But . . Come to think of it . . They weren't acting like themselves. They usually back Hajime up with no hesitation but during the trial, they kept their mouth shut. Like they're scared to say something wrong or spill information.

Gundham replied while looking away, “ Mechamaru did not deserve death . . But that daughter who's lord is a devil did. She was a demon and lived in the depths of darkness ” ‘ Y/N ’ 's eyes widen those words, their grip tightening.

“ That's right . . I deserved to die ” Everyone looked at them with confusion as they straighten their posture “ It's my fault they died . . ” Placing a hand on her chest, she exclaimed “ So pin the blame on me! ”

Then it finally hit. This wasn't Y/N . . This was T/N. If that's the case then . .

Nagito lowered his head and whispered, “ Y/N's gone . . ”

-

Knock Knock ** Click.

“ Y/N, you're here! Good news, I have an idea on how to prevent . . Huh? ” T/N turned around to see her twin that was wearing her clothes and their hair down like hairs. They looked identical to her. “ Why are you . . ? ”

They only smiled and gave her their clothes, a letter was placed on top of it. “ I actually have a plan of my own, dear sister ” T/N's eyes widen in sudden realization, “ You don't mean . . I will not allow it! Besides, that damned bear would know! ” She exclaimed, her eyes glistening.

Y/N shook their head and placed the clothes on the bed. After that, they put their hands on her shoulders with a firm yet gentle grip. “ I already took care of that issue ” “ But- ” “ Listen now my dear, you and I will switch and you will be me. It is fine, we're twins and I'll be here to take the strike ”

They wiped away her tears with their thumbs and kissed her forehead, “ They won't know because we look alike ” Y/N stood on the original position their twin was in as T/N hesitantly switched clothes. “ B-But what about Nagito!? Surely, he'll miss you! A-And I'm the devil here! I'm the demon! Not you! ”

Their smile saddens, “ . . . ” They knew how the pale luckster likes to pin the blame on his luck and himself. But they already wrote to him in advance. They hoped it would help him in some way. Y/N truly love the luckster just as much as they love their twin sister. But they live to serve their sister, even if it kills them. Even after knowing everything the other's don't.

Dodging the first question, they replied with closed eyes “ If the devil's your lord as they all curse your name . . Then I am a demon too, for we have the same blood ” As soon as T/N finished dressing, they pulled her outside and ordered “ Now go, don't look back and be free ”

The twin sister hesitates before turning away and acted like they had a normal conversation, holding back the tears as the cameras assumed she was the other. Y/N watched her leave before closing the door, leaving it unlocked and sat on the chair while watching the fire on the candle dance.

“ If the day comes that we are reborn once again, it'll be nice to play with you ” They could hear the footsteps “ I'm sorry for leaving you Nagito . . But until then . . ”

* Creak!

Glaring at the breeder, they asked ( sounding like their twin ) “ How dare you, you pest!? ”

-

Watching the execution was painful, like always. T/N handed the letter to Nagito before leaving the trial room “ . . They wanted you to have this ”

3: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

“ My Dearest Nagito,

I am guessing that T/N gave you this after revealing the truth, correct? But, that is not the point.

I know what you're thinking.

You're blaming yourself again, are you not? You blame your luck. You regret letting me get close to you.

But you shouldn't.

Yes, I have broken our promise. And I truly am sorry but I will never regret getting close to you. I'm sorry for leaving you behind so early.

And I know you may think you have nothing to live for but please, live and fight the despair.

That's what you tell me, right?

A daily reminder that you are not useless nor worthless, you are more than that. You're more than just a stepping stone. Don't be afraid to acknowledge that, even if you don't believe it.

Can you do me a favor? If it's alright.

End this killing game for me. I know you know about the files but that's the past. The future is still out there, right? So please, live and end this killing game with the others.

It seems like I'm running out of ink, so let me say this one last time, alright?

I truly and deeply love you, Nagito Komaeda. Please do remember that. Even after what you did, I can not help but love you. So, if the day comes where we are reborn, I'll gladly fall for you all over again.

I'll die with only one regret. And that is, I wasn't able to protect you.

- Signed, Y/N L/N <3 ”

4: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡.

“ Please, wake up ”

Y/N slowly opened their eyes, trying to figure out where they were and what was going on. But as soon as they sat up, they were pulled into a hug. “ Y/N! You're awake! ” “ T/N . . ? What . . ? ” Their gaze then landed on Nagito who stood beside Hajime.

Then it snapped, they hugged back and smiled “ So you did it . . I'm so glad ” They whispered as T/N pulled away and Nagito walked up to them. Tears finally streamed down his cheeks as he held both of their hands and leaned his forehead on theirs. “ You're here . . ”

Y/N kissed his nose, “ Everything's alright, I'm here, you're here, we're here. Safe and sound ”

Everything turned out to be great in the end. T/N slowly warmed up to everyone. They're working with the Future Foundation on Jabberwock Island. And all is good.

Arms wrapped around their waste as the luckster placed his chin on their shoulder, playing with the ring on their finger. With a content sigh, he says “ I love you ”

Yes, everything has it's flaws but nonetheless it was perfect to them.

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“ I hope you all enjoyed it! Angst isn't really my strong suit but hey, I'll get better at it! ( I was originally going to put a bad ending, but I'll make that someday ) ”

- Sincerely, Mizuki Kioku.

[seancekitsch]

Out of the Rain: a Marko x Reader fic

Warnings: bloodplay goes without saying bc vamp, rough sex, dirty talk, semi public sex, telepathy?? me projecting my music taste on this fic again. drug use, fast and loose use of vampire lore bc when i write i am god and u cannot stop me. also can u tell i have like…. v clear descriptions of the setting like i used to work at the place im describing but its not in california

No one had come in for hours. What's the point of staying open? You dim some of the lights in the store, which is one of three head shops in Santa Carla, but the only one open late. You're not really sure why this is the only store that stays open, why everyone else if worried about the three am walk back to their car on a weekend night. You've never seen anything of suspicion, just sometimes that biker gang watches people shuffle out. That was almost comforting, though. People didn't like those guys, so no one would make you use your switchblade if they were around.

The bright while fluorescent lights of your typical daytime ambiance faded away, and now green light bathes you in the “mood” lighting your boss thought was a good idea. The green lighting reflects off of the glass counters, shining it back at the ceiling and making everything that much more green. It fits, you think with the overall vibe of the store. The stale scent of weed, gently and miserably covered up by some nag champa incense, always burning in at least four different spots within the store. You'd long since gotten used to the smoke in your eyes. The music does everything to add to the ambiance. You always have full control of the music in the shop, usually because no one else is willing to take the night shift in Santa Carla. In fact, most of the boardwalk shops had a revolving door of night shift workers. You never got why, something clearly spooks them that does not spook you. Whether that makes you brave or stupid, you dont know. Jefferson Airplane’s Surrealistic Pillow pumps through the speakers in the store. But I suppose no one knows, you're my plastic fantastic lover.

The rain batters the boardwalk outside, a roar much different than the typical hustle and bustle of drunk teens, of the cliques and crews that come in and out; the few that sit and snicker in the doorway, never entering. Some too afraid to be associated with the implication of being spotted in the shop. We sell jewelry and vinyl too, you always say, when they balk at the idea of being in the same room as a bong or incense.

But then there's the other group that stands and idles in the threshold, also not entering. It's that biker gang. Four guys, a girl, a kid. Maybe he’s the brat of the girl and the one who takes himself too seriously, but maybe not. She looks too young for that. They'd been hovering around quite a bit lately, always after dark. You’d spoken to them, at least the ones that are talkative. The hair metal wannabe and the cute short one. Paul and Marko. You knew the dark haired one was Dwayne, but all he ever offered you was a curt nod and a tight lipped smile, respectful but indifferent. They're nice, not worth the spooky reputation they have. Any time it's not just you at the shop, your boss tries to spook them away. Good thing your boss isn't here tonight, because one of them is prowling around the storefront in the rain. That is, if it's not your spliff induced haze playing tricks on you.

No, one of them is out there. Without his little pack. The cute one. Marko.

You walk over to the door, which you haven't had propped open since the rain trickled in as a drizzle at the beginning of your shift. At least he had enough sense to be huddling under the awning. Fuck, he’s handsome even when he looks like a drowned rat.

“What are you doing out here?” You scrunch up your nose as you ask.

“Y’know, waiting for you to show up.” Wanted a look at that cute ass.

You blink at him. Did he really just say that?

“Okay… well, you know it's raining out there, right?”

“I might,” he offers noncommittally, eyeing the spliff still in the hand that's not holding the door. If it were anyone but him, you'd probably get fired for it.

Why is he just hanging around out here? That's hella weird. His curls are getting matted to his forehead, slick with rain, his jacket starting to look a little sad.

“C’mon in, Marko. It’s too wet out here. You’ll fuck up your jacket.” You nod towards the interior of the shop holding the door open as he passes you.

Wrong move, sweet cheeks.

“What did you say?” What did he mean, wrong move?

“I didn't say anything,” he offers nonchalantly as he thumbs at one of the tapestries on the wall. A garish mess that’s supposed to be the worm from Alice in Wonderland, but it’s distorted by a botched tie dye job of dark muddy colors. Every time you look at it, you assume one of the day workers did it.

“No, you said something.”

“Do you want me to say something?” there's both a threat and an innuendo in his tone. Maybe you do, but you just laugh, a sharp exhale through your nose, and bring the spliff to your lips again as he follows you deeper into the store.

You jump up onto the counter next to the ash tray, easy reach for each time you need to ash.

“So why are you really here?” your eyes narrow at him, kicking your sandal off on the floor where it lands a few inches from his boots. He looks uneasy in the space, like for all the wild shit you assume he’s into, he might not actually belong in it. He sways a little to the music, perfectly in tune with the rhythm. You sway along too, and suddenly he fills the space like he belongs. He just needed someone along for the ride with him.

“Do you ever come around during the day, or just at night because I’m so fun?” You’re teasing him, but it’s a nice easy feeling between you.

“Not really a sun guy,” bullshit, he would look beautiful with a tan, “but I do drag everyone here just to see you.”

“Awww, all for me? Do you have a crush, Marko?”

It’s more than that. You hear the words clearly, but his smile doesn’t move. You kick the other sandal off.

“I can hear you, I don’t know how, but I can. I bet you can hear me too.”

I can. You’re wrong about the tan thing.

You straighten up, mind clearing as you blurt out your next question. Something absolutely stupid.

“So what are you, a vampire or something?” he laughs at you, but his big toothy smile doesn't reach his eyes. No, there's something predatory, extremely dark in his eyes. Otherworldly.

How could you guess?  

“Well, that for one big fucking clue.” You ash the spliff for the final time, leaving the roach in the tray. You would think you’d be more surprised, more upset that you just found out vampires were real, and that you were in the same room as one. You have to say, weirder things are probably afoot in Santa Carla. Murder capital of the world can’t all be from some rowdy teens and a ten year old.

“You do those surf nazis?” is all that leaves your mouth. You kind of hope it was. They were the fucking worst. Racist, misogynistic, destructive. You’d had to threaten them a few times to leave your store on your shift.

“The—? Oh! Surf nazis. Yeah that was us. Ate a few of them.”

“Good for you. I mean— murder. bad. But they were nazis, and now they’re dead. so…” you trail off. Not really sure what to say next, but then you keep going. Remember everything you know about Marko.

“No, no I mean, it makes sense. Right? You and the guys only hang around at night. Aren’t vampires solitary hunters though? I don’t remember Dracula being in a frat.”

“They’re my pack. We take care of each other.” He says it with such fondness and devotion.

You feel a pang of jealousy run through you. You work alone for the most part, live alone, you’ve got friends but they’re all over the place. He belongs to something.

“And you're down with this?” he’s legitimately asking. You nod. You don't really have a choice, you're down or you get eaten, but like genuinely you are down with it. If he was going to eat you, he probably would have by now. There's probably a reason they've been hanging around the store, and in your sightline while you close up. You're putting things together.

“Like really?”

“Well, you haven't made me a kebab yet.”

He shrugs, frowns.

“Could still skewer you on something.”

Laughter erupts from your lips while you roll your eyes, music to Marko’s ears. This is why he took a shine to you, it's easy to get along with you, and you're not one of his brothers.

Something heavy falls in the room, and it's not the haze of the incense. He steps towards you, big blue eyes raking over your body, but always coming back to meet your gaze. He closes the space between you, easily fitting between your thighs; the rough patches of his jacket brushing against your bare skin where your shorts ride up. He leans in, like he's about to kiss you, and against all better judgement, you're going to let him.

You're going to let him.

The record skips. He holds out his hand, more like a gentleman than a biker gang killer, and helps you off the counter.

“Hold on, let me pick out a new record,” you turn without waiting for his confirmation, not at all surprised when Marko follows hot on your heels to the back room. Your boss’ office, the record room. Whatever you wanted to call it. His hands ghost over your arms as you push past the wooden bead curtain to enter the room. You can feel his presence close enough to touch. That's it, right where I want you. There’s his voice again.

He lets you actually pick out a new record. You slide it out of the sleeve and walk it over to the player. The static buzzes and pops as the needle finds the groove.

“Ocean Rain, you heard it?” No. He shakes his head, and you can feel it as he leans into your back.

“Echo and the Bunnymen. They've got a new album coming out this year.”

You turn to face him and his fingerless leather glove clad hands cover your cheeks.

He kisses you gently, tenderly. Not at all the way you’d expect. He’s eager, kissing like there’s something to prove. He licks his way into your mouth, tongue pushing your lips apart and you let him. His arms tighten around you as you kiss, tongues now greeting each other playfully. Your tongue explores his mouth, running along each and every tooth in his mouth. Huh, no fangs, you realize, and maybe he isn't actually a vampire. As if he reads your mind (maybe he does), he pulls away.

“They're, uh, hiding,’ he nods, almost to himself more than you. You nod as well, slow and uneasy, not quite believing him, but he pulls you back into a harsh kiss, more of what you expected. His hands roam your body as yours bury themselves in his curls. Still damp, but long and beautiful just as well. He shrugs the jacket off his shoulders, and his hands only briefly leave you to throw it and his gloves somewhere else, leaving him just in a thin white tank top. His mouth leaves yours to trail lower, kissing your neck. Your pulse point. Fucking irresistable. No, that's definitely his voice. Is this the end? Could be.

“I can smell you, hot stuff,” he moans into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You find yourself gripping onto his shoulders a little tighter, but he lets you sink. He guides you, again more gently than you thought he would; bare knees brushing the threadbare carpet floor before you plant yourself. You look up at him through your lashes and he all but bites back a groan.

“You gonna join me down here?” You lick your lips, waiting for something.

“Nah, I’m gonna let you have a head start,” there's a joke in his tone. You're learning that’s normal for him. He’s silent, or playing jester. It’ll be interesting when you let him fuck you. Shit, did he hear that?

“Quit thinkin’ so loud!” he runs an affectionate hand through your hair. “But yes, I heard you. Glad you're as eager as I am.”

That's encouraging. You take your time undoing his belt, connected to faded and soft leather chaps, not bothering to push them down his thighs before you move to the top of his jeans, teasing your fingers at the skin just above the waistline. He shudders under your touch, extremely reactive. Does he get touched like this often? Or is it just quick fucks? You don't want to think about who else he might be doing this with, focusing again on his body, and all of the offending clothing covering it. You unbutton them slowly, teasing. For a member of the undead, he seems to be out of breath under your movements. The zipper is pulled down just as slowly. You run your palms flat along the bottom of his stomach, to his hips before pushing his jeans down to around his ankles, hooking his boxers on your finger along with them. He’s beautiful, and you can help but stare. Hard, eager, and thick, greeting you with a small trimmed patch of golden blonde curls. You wrap your hand around the base.

You never expected a vampire to whimper, but that's exactly what happens when your tongue darts out of your mouth to lick the head of his cock. Quick, tentative little lick, testing the waters. Your tongue swipes across the slit at the tip of his thick member and his hands animate like you flipped a switch, rising up, going to your hair, rising up again, slamming down against the desk. Your boss’ desk. You lick a long stripe to the underside of his cock, paying close attention to the prominent vein there.

“So good, so good, oh you feel so-” he pants out, hands white knuckling the edge of the desk. Heat pools in your core, loving that he’s so vocal. Fuck, if he could just keep speaking. Your other hand moves to your shorts, sloppily and hastily undoing them and wiggling them down to your knees. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock and sink down on it, taking him as far as you can, until you couch when he hits the back of your throat.

“You look fucking beautiful like that. Please move, Please move, you’re so fucking good at this.”

You do, starting to bob your head up and down on the length of him, hollowing out your cheeks and flattening your tongue against him, cupping and massaging his balls in your hand. Your free finds itself between your legs, rubbing gently at your clit, stirred and encouraged by his praise.

“Does sucking me off get you hot and bothered?” Yesitdoes.

You keep bobbing your head, rubbing your clit, eyes trained on his until his eyes squeeze shut. His cock twitches in your mouth.

“Don't wanna- don't wanna finish in your mouth,” he’s urgent, grabbing you by the chin and pulling your mouth off of his cock. He pushes you back by your shoulders, letting you guide yourself back to lay on the rug. He pulls your loose shorts easily off your legs and settles himself between your legs, too eager to bother with removing his boots and everything.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. Do you know how bad I wanted this?”

“Fuck me, Marko, dont say it. Just do it,” youre breathless under him, wanting nothing more than for him to be fucking you. He pauses.

“I dunno…” his thumb swipes up along your clit, drawing a whine from your throat, “For some reason I think you like it when I say things.”

You nod, knowing words will fail you. And he gives you what you want, lining himself up and sinking into you, groaning as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

“Oh I knew your pussy would feel like fucking heaven,” he pants against your neck, pressing a harsh kiss to the underside of your jaw. He sets the pace quickly, unmerciful and fast, fucking hard and deep into you. His hands push up your thin tee shirt, and you can feel his sigh of relief when he gets a handful of bare breast. He doesn't have to deal with a bra tonight. You hike your knees up, opening yourself as much as you can to him, wanting him to fill you to the brim. He looks into your eyes while he fucks you, which comes as a surprise to you. Maybe it shouldn't. You wonder what it would be like to be a victim of his. Does he treat them well? Have fun with them like this? Or is he vicious? You don't know if you could picture him like that… vamped out.

“What does it feel like?”

“What?” he thrusts sharply, snapping his hips into you, making you yelp.

“To be fed on, but not to die.”

Are you serious? You hear him in your head.

YesIam. He thrusts like that again, earning an identical yelp, now coupled with your thighs squeezing him around the middle. You're close already, and he can tell.

He nods, a question; You nod, confirmation.

He pulls at the neckline of your shirt, already scooping so it doesn’t ruin, and exposes your shoulder. Somewhere non lethal. His other hand comes up to grip your jaw, covering your neck but being careful not to squeeze it. You hope he bruises your jaw, you realize. A physical way to feel him when dawn comes. He slows his pace to a rocking, grinding into you, staying deep.

Then he bites. Stars erupt behind your eyes, and it feels like your blood has turned to seltzer. Every nerve in your body is in overdrive as you moan and shake and come undone around his cock. You're the kind of girl that comes from the bite of a vampire, apparently. He doesn’t let up. You can faintly hear him moaning against the open wound in your shoulder, and you hope you taste good to him. He licks the wound a few times more, softly, carefully, like he’s trying to soothe you when he finally lets you come down from your high.

When he pulls back to let you see him, his features are gruesome, full vampire with sharp brows and cheekbones, pointed nose even that much more so almost birdlike. Fangs and bottom half of his face covered in blood.Your blood.  He’s panting like an animal after the kill. But he doesn't scare you. Maybe he should, but he doesn't.  It's just Marko, no matter what, and if he wanted to eat you he would have. Several times now. His hand finally releases your jaw, to wipe the blood from his face. He wipes his hand then on your face, covering you in your own blood, hot on his fingers and palm.

“Fuckin sexy,” he pants, voice deeper and distorted. His thrusts speed up, trying to find his own release as your nails dig into his back, maybe making him bleed as well. You feel the rug burn forming on your back, you feel tears in your eyes. It's never felt this good with other guys.

When he comes, he comes with a howl, buried deep inside you as he shouts and shivers then stills above you. Your chest is heaving, trying to regain yourself as his face slowly fades to normal, and he slumps down on top of you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, near the wound he tore open, now no longer bleeding. He mouths at any bare skin he can find, lazy half kisses as he spreads more mess and blood on you. Your fingers find his curls again, winding them around your digits as you stare up at the sickly green mood lighting bathing the walls of the room.

An hour later, Marko is helping you lock up early.

He makes sure to dump out all of the ashes from spliffs and incense, makes sure the vinyl is all in its right place while you make sure the register and inventory is all in its rightful place and order.

“You’re dangerous, you know.”

“Me?” you scoff, “That rich, coming from you.”

I’d do a lot of things I’m not supposed to for you. You kinda don't want to ask him what he means by that. For some reason that feels like a conversation you shouldn't have tonight. 

He leaves the store before you, holding the door open for you and letting you lock the doors. He slings an easy arm over your shoulder, not bothering to shield either of you from the rain as he steers you towards your car. You can feel the rain cleaning your face, the blood flowing away and saving you the shower you were going to take before collapsing into bed tonight.

“Where’s your bike?”

“I flew here,” he says with that devilish smile, and you're really not sure if he's joking or not. Your arm sneaks its way into his jacket and wraps around his waist, holding him close as he makes sure you get home same. Marko makes you feel calm, in a way you didn't feel before you moved to Santa Carla. How long had he been waiting to make his move? And does this mean he and his brothers would be coming around more often? Maybe being more friendly towards you. Each step towards your car feels heavy; You don't want to go home alone without him, but somehow you know he won't come with you. 

“Will I see you again?”

He grabs your car keys from your hand, and sticks them in the door handle. Of course you will.

Right. You just have to be near the beach at night. You know, where you work.

He kisses you full on the mouth, holding you close and tight, like you could slip away at any second. When he finally lets you go you pull away to be met with his face, full on grinning, his eyes still closed from the kiss. He doesn't look like a killer.

Marko watches you as you pull open the door to your car and more or less throw your ass into the seat.  He holds the door as he gives you one last smile, and says:

“You know, you should never invite a vampire into your life. Renders you powerless.”

And he winks.