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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 9 months

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“Are you gonna be a good girl?” || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x reader

Summary: Coryo's friends have always been and probably will always be condescending towards you. When you refuse to stay home when he invites them over for dinner, you become aware of the intricate control that Coriolanus has skillfully woven around you, highlighting a sense of submission in your actions.

Warnings: reader smoking, age gap (r is 18 and Coryo is 25), manipulative, controlling, toxic!coryo, power dynamic, condescending behaviour,

Wc: 740

A/n: crap summary but i kinda got inspired by Priscilla and I lowkey imagined cailee as Priscilla in this but u don’t have to. I LOVE THIS MOVIE SM 😭 also pretend Arachne is still alive.

"I want to visit my family later today, Coryo," you mention, casually flicking the ashes from your cigarette into the nearby ashtray. Coryo looks up from his newspaper, his gaze fixed on you. “What?”

"I want to see my family later today," you repeat, "I haven’t seen them in weeks." The sentiment is laced with a tinge of longing. With a cigarette delicately held between meticulously manicured nails, your painted lips articulate the words, the smoke swirling into the air.

A hush settles in the air until Coryo’s voice breaks the silence, his tone void of emotion. “You can’t. Not today,” he asserts, his attention returning to the newspaper. Your eyes fixate on him. “And why not?” You try not to raise your voice, but a hint of urgency slips through.

"Because, sweetheart, we have guests coming over for dinner." You roll your eyes. "And I want you here, yes?" he adds, pointing to you. “Who’s coming?” Coriolanus sighs deeply, dismissing the question with, “Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does matter. Who’s coming, Coryo?” Your tone grows more agitated. He casually shrugs, “Just a few of my friends, that’s all.” The harsh stubbing out of your cigarette emphasizes your displeasure.

"Your friends?" you question, annoyance evident in your tone. Sensing your irritation, he casually discards his newspaper to the side. “Yes, does that bother you?” he spat in response, his words carrying a tinge of defiance.

You let out an exasperated laugh, “You know how I dislike your friends, Coryo. They’re horrible to me!” You grip the armchair tightly, leaning towards him. You can practically feel the irritation radiating off you.

Coriolanus dismissively rolls his eyes. “Please. They’re not horrible to you. You’re being dramatic—” The room is charged with tension as your hand forcefully slams on the table. “Yes. They are. They belittle me, Coryo!” The weight of your words hangs in the air, your chest heaving from the emotional intensity of the outburst.

It's true. Whenever you're around Coriolanus' friends, it's hard not to notice the condescending vibe they throw your way, the snarky comments about anything and everything about you.

The memory of your wedding day remains vivid in your mind, etched with indelible images of raised eyebrows and skeptical glances from all of Snow's friends as you walked down the aisle. The collective gaze left you with a lingering sense of embarrassment. You were only 17, and he was 24.

You were well aware of the swarm of thoughts buzzing through their minds every time they saw you with Coriolanus. According to them, you were too young, too naive, too quiet, and perhaps even too unintelligent to hold the title of First Lady.

The unsolicited opinions seemed to echo a common sentiment: Coriolanus should have chosen someone closer to his age, someone who shared more similarities with him.

Conversations with his friends were always filled with subtly belittling comments that Coryo either didn't notice or chose to ignore.

Arachne stood out as the harshest among them all. Her comments, in particular, were cutting and had a way of driving you out of the room, often leaving you with tears streaming down your face.

In their eyes, you were just weak. A wife who sat there and looked pretty. But you were more than that, you knew that, hell, even Coriolanus knew that, but he never spoke up.

"They just like to tease you. Don't be so sensitive," he scoffs, the nonchalance in his tone amplifying your frustration. You gnaw at your lips as Coriolanus rises with a sigh, leisurely stretching his neck before heading to the nearby table to pour himself a glass of alcohol.

"I don't want to be here," you whisper loud enough for him to hear you. "I want to see my family, Coryo," your voice trembling with the urgency of your plea. "You can't deny me of seeing my own family," you exclaimed, the words escaping your lips with an urgency that surprised even you.

His response was swift, harsh. He took hold of your chin, his fingers digging into your flesh as he forced you to look at him. "You are to stay here, do you hear me?" he commanded, his voice cutting through the air.

The forcefulness of his grip left you momentarily breathless. Your attempt to pull away was futile as his gaze bore into you, a mix of anger and expectation in his eyes. Tears welled up, blurring your vision as a wave of helplessness washed over you.

As your gaze meets his with glassy, doe-like eyes, Coriolanus can't help but be overcome with a sense of remorse. His hold gently eases, his fingers transitioning from your chin to delicately trace the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and stay, hm?" His voice was softer now. You swallow hard and you find yourself nodding, silently surrendering to the intricate web of control that Coriolanus deftly wove around you.

Coriolanus tenderly brushes away a stray tear that had dared to escape, his touch as soft as a fleeting whisper. Leaning in, he draws closer to your face, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. The warmth of the kiss lingers for a brief moment, a delicate embrace, before he gently withdraws. "Now, go get ready," he says, his back turned to you as he pours himself another glass as you wordlessly leave.

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amuseoffyre · 1 year

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I’m emotionally ruined by the fact that Aziraphale hasn’t broken out of his heavenly conditioning. He still loves doing good. He gets happy when people tell him he’s an angel and says “it’s nice to tell people about the good things you’ve done now that I’m not reporting to Heaven”. He will literally put himself in harm’s way to make sure he does the Good and Right thing.

It can’t be understated how much Heaven’s influence still impacts on him. Aziraphale has been created, ordained and conditioned to believe it and he can’t just switch it off or walk away. Crowley didn’t get the choice. He was Fallen. He was kicked out and - as per the rules of toxic and terrifying cults - Aziraphale was always told for centuries and millennia, Falling was the worst thing that could happen. If you’re bad, you’ll be forced out. If you’re bad, you’re not one of Us. You’re one of Them.

When he did something he perceived as Right (ie. saving innocent children from death), but knew it wasn’t what Heaven intended, he broke down. Crowley found him a crying, shaking wreck afterwards because he was so convinced he was Evil. He was so convinced he was going to be dragged to Hell and that he was now a demon because he did one thing that saved some children but because it wasn’t a specific directive, it was Bad.

It shapes so much about him and it’s why the whole series looks like he’s having so much fun doing silly human things, but there’s this brittleness to it. He’s happy and excited and he’s doing his human-life things and having a lovely time, but he’s also constantly stressed because of the Need To Do Good. From the moment Gabriel turns up, he’s a nervous wreck and is trying to hide it by Doing Good, by Solving the Problem, by Fixing Things, by being so active and reactive rather than letting himself think about it. It’s a sign of exactly how frantic he is that he starts giving away his books and letting humans touch them.

Watch his face when the Archangels show up unexpectedly: that isn’t joy. That’s blind terror. He’s so afraid of doing the wrong thing in Heaven’s eyes, even though he made the active choice to do so because it was the Right thing to do. He’s a Guardian and he will protect, but he is so very afraid of the repercussions, even now.

At the end of S1, Crowley said “they’re gearing up for the big one” so Aziraphale’s not oblivious. He knows a big one is coming. He knows something worse than the Antichrist will be on its way. And he’s trying so hard to pretend that everything is normal and fine and if he ignores all the looming bad stuff, it won’t happen. If we don’t say anything about it, nothing has to change.

But then the changes come knocking at his door holding a box and the choice is gone. He can keep trying to blinker himself to it, but then there are angels and demons in the bookshop and he’s had to use his halo and everything is falling apart.

So when he realises that he can get himself into a position where he can guarantee those repercussions won’t happen to Crowley? He will absolutely take it. He says himself “I don’t want to go back to Heaven”, but the instant the Metatron offers him a free pass for Crowley, to take Crowley out of both Heaven and Hell’s sightlines, to keep him safe (Another bee inside the hive, if you will), no wonder he grabs it with both hands.

The tragedy is that Crowley thinks that when they saved the world together, that was the end of Heaven’s influence in Aziraphale. When he was cast out the split between him and Heaven was sharp and clean. He doesn’t - he can’t - understand how deeply it has tangled around Aziraphale. It’s built into Aziraphale’s entire being and unravelling it isn’t that simple. Aziraphale’s trauma is a horrible, terrible Gordian knot and Crowley can’t understand that he couldn’t simply cut through it, because that’s just not how Aziraphale works.

#good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #good omens #good omens spoilers #gos2 #go s2

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kennedyhateskanye · 8 months

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Across the ellieverse

An: you guys ate up my horny looser!ellie??!!??? I’ve been silently consuming Ellie Williams smut fan fiction for like a year now and it’s so silly and fun that I wrote something that made people horny. Swear I’ll write another one once I perfect the concept in my little Neanderthal mind.

Concept: there are so many distinct versions of Ellie on here that you guys write about, and I am so attracted to each and every one of them. This is kind of a conglomerate of some of my favorites.

STRICTLY 18+

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Hockeyplayer!ellie who calls you a puck bunny and smacks your ass when you ride her thick strap, she’s got that hockey accent and it comes out stronger than usual when she’s inside of you. She pumps hard cause sports have turned her into someone so cocky and vain. It makes it feel even better when she gets off the ice after a rough game, yanking jerseys and shoving players to protect her goal tender. she takes her mouth gaurd out and pumped full of the pride from her fresh win, she fucks you doggy style in the locker room with her jersey between her teeth exposing her flexing abdominal muscles. Insists on you wearing something cute, but not too slutty to her games because she doesn’t need her teammates getting a peak up your skirt while they’re waiting in the box by the stands.

Looser!ellie who whimpers when she pushes her fingers inside you for the first time, practically drooling while she heavy breathes. She’s got a shocked look on her face the whole time, taking in the smell and taste of pussy since shes never experienced it before. Her plaid boxers are soaked when you let her play with your cunt. she whispers things like “oh my fuck” under her breath as she whines from the sight of your sloppy pussy swallowing her fingers. The first time you two properly made out and she got to grope your tits, she was literally eyes blown wide mouth open. Her voice cracked as she said “mm is this okay” whimpering as she smooshed your tits together, SALAVATING at the sight. That night while you kissed sloppily she found herself rutting and against you in her jeans, she was so embarrassed but she just couldn’t help it.

Toxic!ellie who wants you to know she could have anyone she wants, when you argue she sends you the old photos she has in her my eyes only, of her fucking girls like they were an expendable commodity. She knew you’d be too jealous not to forgive her, afraid she’d go out and fuck some girl if you carried on pouting. While she pounds into you she presses down on your tummy, leans into your ear and sternly says “take it bitch”. You two were constantly on again off again, you’d make it a couple days without talking to her after your friends finally convinced you she was horrible for you, and to block her. then you’d get a text from a ‘text now’ number saying simply, “let me the fuck in, I’m at the side door.” She knows how addicted to her you are, and she makes sure to bring it up when she’s slamming you into the mattress, ass bent over the bed, and ripping your skirt up over your legs. “You know you can’t go without this dick, can you?” Of course, you give into her mind games “n-no! Fuck, mmmm I can’t go without it”

Pornstar!ellie who knows your the real star of the show, makes sure the livestream gets a good view of your pussy as she rubs your clit, smacks it, and asks the chat a series of questions. “Isn’t this pussy so pretty” “what should I do to it ?” “How long do you think she’d last if I tied and vibed her today, I know you guys fucking love that” “she won’t stop squirming, what should i do to make sure she sits still and shuts the fuck up, I’m trying to film”

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #tlou2 #ellie tlou #fic rec #smut

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dimplyowl · 2 months

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😩 one of the main things I see about Izzy and why he’s an innocent little lamb who has done nothing wrong is that he’s got a lot of internalized homophobia going on, as well as issues with toxic masculinity. And yeah, OFMD is all about taking those toxic societal expectations and telling them to shove themselves up their asses. And I think having a character who has those internalized feelings and who holds onto them until being proven that they’re wrong is an interesting character arc. Growth is a great thing! We love to see it!

The problem comes when people use those characteristics as excuses for any of izzys bad behaviors, as if they give him a free pass to do whatever he wants to do. But that’s not how these things work. The problem I have with Izzy’s character arc in s2 is that he doesn’t do anything to make reparations until his deathbed apology to Ed. He just kind of…continues to be there, ignoring Ed, letting the crew extend kindness to him and still not really engaging until Calypso’s Birthday.

You know who has done some really shitty things and does actually work toward making reparations? Ed. And that’s another thing I see a lot of Izzy fans say: that gb people give Ed a free pass for everything he did because of his childhood and his trauma and his self hatred and broken heart. But babes, when we talk about these issues, you’re misunderstanding why we’re talking about them. I obviously can’t speak for all Ed fans, but the majority of us aren’t listing these issues as excuses, we’re naming them as reasons for his behavior. So we can understand why he feels the way he feels and did the things he did.

I am fully aware that he did some really shitty things to people who care about him and who he cares about. I acknowledge that. I also know why he did them. And knowing why doesn’t make it okay. It helps me understand him more, and to know that he wasn’t doing them because he enjoyed them and, most importantly, that they’re things he regrets doing. That’s obvious throughout the entirety of eps4-6, in his hesitance to return to the ship, in agreeing to wear a burlap sack and allowing Lucius to push him over the ship, in taking time to actually listen to fang about his own experiences during the kraken era. It’s part of the entire reason they have a party, it’s part of turning poison into positivity. Ed doesn’t have great apology skills. His “apology” speech was definitely lacking as far as our modern standards are concerned. That’s fine. Those aren’t natural skills to have, they’re learned, and he never really had the opportunity to learn them. But you can see that he wants to, and he’s trying and he’s learning, and that’s the most important thing.

Izzy doesn’t do that shit. In season 1 he uses his position of power to bully the crew, to go against Ed’s orders (his captains orders; that’s essentially mutiny right there); he loses and turns his captain and a ship full of queer and poc to the cops; he then becomes captain and it takes less than a day for the crew to mutiny on him because he’s a fucking asshole and no one wants to work for him; and to top it all off, he tells his boss—his friend, supposedly, his depressed and already established to be suicidal friend—that he would be better off dead than be like he is.

Where are his attempts at reparation? Where does he turn around and say “yeah calling the cops on you was fucking horrible and I shouldn’t have done it” or “I shouldn’t have said those things when you were already struggling” or “I’m sorry for taking advantage of my power and using it to bully and abuse my employees and another captain’s crew.”? He doesn’t do any of that. He doesn’t even try.

Internalized homophobia doesn’t make intimidating your gay subordinate or calling your friend a “namby pamby in a silk dressing gown” okay. Toxic masculinity doesn’t make repeatedly insulting someone for having traditionally feminine traits and interests okay. Doing those kinds of things can never be okay. But recognizing these as faults and actively working to improve yourself and grow and apologize to the people you’ve hurt and try to make things better does make it more likely for the people who care about you to forgive you.

#our flag means death #ofmd #edward teach #izzy hands #Izzy hands hate club #ofmd meta #our flag means death meta #cw sui mention #izzy hands critical

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yan-lorkai · 3 months

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Hello may I please ask for poly headcanons for yandere demon brothers realizing they’re all in love with mc. I don’t know if you do poly

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡A/N: Uh... I don't remember receiving this request to be honest, which means Tumblr must have eaten it and just now had spit it out for some reason. I apologize for such tardiness. I do poly requests, yes. And I wrote for the three older brothers here.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Possessive / toxic behavior, controlling tendencies, gaslighting, thoughts of kidnapping, gn!reader.

Dividing the things one's like is something a demon doesn't do, but Lucifer presumed that he might get used to the idea of sharing your affection and attention with his brothers once he realizes how he and his brothers are harboring feelings for you. And being one of the first brothers to notice how others feel about you, Lucifer already knows that his plan to keep you somewhere else can no longer be carried out. Not when he knows his brothers would kill every demon in Devildom just to get a glimpse of you.

That's why he calls his brothers into his office and tells them what he realized, forcing them to admit their feelings to themselves if they hadn't realized it yet. The result is a mess and while it will take time for them to get used to the idea, they also agree to slowly introduce the idea of a poly relationship to you and if you are against it, Lucifer knows a little spell that will make you change your mind quickly.

He loves you very much, but he wouldn't change any of the controlling behaviors he has because in his view he is just protecting you - you don't need to know that your friends who left you were actually trapped inside some of Levi's games or that Mammon paid someone to make them disappear, none of that matters, as long as you're here in their arms for them to comfort you and make you laugh. A lie is beautiful and saves you from the horrible pain of the truth.

For or against the idea, once you are in a relationship with them, Lucifer loves to monopolize your morning and have all your attention on him. He loves seeing how your eyes shine with love when he kisses you until your lips are sore and leaves you completely breathless. Or how he pulls you into a slow dance and lets his hands wander over your shoulder in a way that raises goosebumps throughout your body and ignites a flame of desire inside you. Little moments like that make it worth all the headache of having to put up with his younger brothers acting like idiots, even though you and he make fun of them without them knowing.

Lucifer knows that he can't always be a good lover and give you the attention you want and when you want, as he is busy with the duties of being Diavolo's right hand and having to deal with various documents. And you know, three pairs of eyes see much more than just one and with his brothers by your side, you will always be safe and have company with whom you can go out and talk. He feels more at ease knowing that one of them is with you than he would feel if you were with Simeon or Solomon, only Diavolo knows what they would do to a little thing as fragile as you.

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Unlike his older brother, Mammon sees a problem in sharing your love and goes out of his way to disrupt his brothers' dates to run away with you to somewhere he wanted to show you - this while he is in negating his feelings. He doesn't have feelings for you but like, you shouldn't have feelings for anyone else if not him. It's kind of annoying and makes everyone upset, but deep down they can't do anything to him because you always have his back. And you know he acts this way because he's insecure and afraid that you'd rather spend time with his brothers and forget about him completely, some would call this manipulation, but you know it's just the fear of being rejected and forgotten after hearing all the insults directed at him day after day by the people who are supposed to love him.

He wants your eyes on him, your attention and love on him, he is almost like a crow hanging on your shoulders, imitating funny voices to make you laugh and think about the present moment. At the present time with him and that's when he realizes that he actually loves you. You do so much for him and his brothers. Still, after much reassurance that you love them equally and that you won't love him any less just because you also spend time with his brothers, Mammon feels free from a burden and lets his brothers spend time with you without interruption. But he's always there if you need him, don't worry.

As one of the more touch starved brother, he loves it when you pat his head or hold his hand as you walk down Devildom's busiest streets. It's sweet to know that he's the one who has you and the other demons can only look. And if anyone tries to touch you, tries to talk to you Mammon has some old friends who would do a service for him, as your first man, he knows that he has to protect you from any danger and knows that sometimes, you should just stay at home, look pretty and wait for the gifts he gives you. The world outside is boring and mean. He is not opposed, however, to asking the witches for some potions that will make you dependent on him and his brothers if you want to leave the house more or talk too much to other people.

But his love is contradictory because he loves showing you to the world, taking you to the most expensive restaurants or showing the demons in the casino that you are on his lap, rooting for him. And, although he doesn't like sharing you, he's fine if it's just with his brothers.

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The two older brothers may not be totally against the idea, but Levi is. Levi is consumed by his envy and jealousy just realizing how some of them are always gravitating to your side, wanting to spend time with you when he knows you want to stay in his room playing games and reading manga all day. He knows you, so no. Levi is not happy with Lucifer's little reunion and how he tells everyone about the observations he has and, although he is not vocal about his displeasure, Levi spends a lot more time inviting you to play. Games that force you into a parallel world and that take up all your time, It's a shame these games can only load two players, his brothers will have to leave you alone for a long time while you two slay a dragon and become heroes, get married and adopt several kids and pets.

Except Levi doesn't know how insistent they can be when it comes to you. His predictable behavior even caused Mammon and Lucifer to team up and come up with a plan; sell every collectible item, every game, every manga, every action figure until Levi gave in. It's a dirty trick, but it's better than them torturing him, he supposes. And even if defeated, he can still manipulate you, pull the strings of your heart towards him until all you want is to lie in his arms, in peace and alone.

While he may never fully accept this whole situation, Levi tends not to get in the way. He loves you to an extreme degree but he also love his things very much.

#obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me #yandere obey me #dark obey me #yandere lucifer #yandere mammon #yandere levi #yandere satan #yandere asmo #yandere beel #yandere belphie #yandere x reader

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baby-tini · 2 months

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Okay so this isn’t a request but more me being absolutely blasted while reading your content but…

I’m giggling imaging all the Mikey’s and their respective y/n’s meeting each other. Racer Mikey and his y/n are the only relatively healthy couple, so they’re both just staring in absolute horror (more so Mikey because he can’t possibly fathom ever hurting y/n) as the two of them watch other “hims” beat the shit out of (cough Kantou) their y/n, or be over all toxic and horrible lovers. Racer is just like “unhand your (my..) wife???? Let her go??? You fucking freak???” And

Dude I can’t stop gigglign over this plz

Nooo stop, I love this so much, I've thought about things similar to this, way too many times if i'm honest. This would, I don't think the right word is cute, given how the other timeline versions of Mikey interact with their respective partner. But I do really love this idea.

I can just imagine Kanto!Mikeys y/n walking up to Street Racer!Mikeys y/n and she's wearing something slightly revealing and Kantos y/n is just like "he let you walk out the house like that???" and Street Racers y/n is just like "what's he gonna do? Tell me no? In what universe?" and Kantos y/n just looks at Kanto!Mikey with a sigh as she responds with, "not yours apparently."

But your little scenario is so funny to me, cause you're so right. If Street Racer Mikey even hears another version of himself talking down to a version of you, he's gonna be pissed, you might even have a multi Mikey brawl, that shit would be scary, I mean, one Mikeys scary enough.. BUT 5?!?! There's definitely gonna be some fights. Some pretty.. bloody ones at that.

I'm also gonna add a new tag called, Multiple!Mikeys, so, all the timeline mikey stuff will be under that

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adventuringblind · 1 year

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Church Girl

Oscar Piastri x Autistic!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Request: no (check masterlist for request status)

Summary: Church has a tendency to make people feel unwanted. When reader goes to visit her family, they convince her to go with them to the place she’s trying to forget. Good thing Oscar is there with her.

Warnings: toxic religious folk, religious trauma, creepy old men, panic attacks

Notes: okay so this goes out to my neurodivergents who were stuck in a church that didn’t understand them with peers who made them feel like they were an alien, adults who were always asking the wrong questions and judging their clothes, and were forced into the stereotypes they wanted you to fit in. Fire Drill by Melanie Martinez was on repeat while writing this.

This is loosely based on true events

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Summer break is here which means it’s time to go visit family. She and Oscar board the plane to her home country, all smiles and laughs.

She’s missed them since being away. Her family hasn’t always understood her, but she loves them dearly.

When they arrived they were greeted with hugs and questions about the trip.

At the dinner table that night, Oscar was quick to realize that he didn’t fully realize how religious his girlfriends family is. It seemed to be their favorite topic.

The girl next to him was struggling with the conversation and he could feel her stimming under the table. She’d talked about her church experience a little with him. He didn’t want to push her so he didn’t know the full extent of everything that happened. He recalls her mom having to put up with some horrible people and the tears over how it hurt her to see her mom so broken in a place she should feel loved. How her sister felt she would never be good enough for their expectations. How her dad uses is to control them sometimes.

And yet they’d convinced them to go with. Well- more like she was trying to please and wants to spend time with her family.

In the lonesome of their room that night, she collapsed into him.

“I think I might vomit.”

He simply hold her. “Do you want to talk about it? We can always say we changed our minds.” He suggests. His attempt at reassuring her futile as she panics more.

“The people there judge so critically. It didn’t help that I was weird to kids my age and mature enough for the adults to ask me why I’m showing my shoulders because they’re a distraction.”

Oscar hums in understanding. Carful not to interrupt her explanation but still show he’s listening.

“They say it’s a stereotype, but it’s true. I’ve been teased and looked down on and made out to be over dramatic. My old youth pastor used to talk to my mom about my ‘behavior’ and how I argued with him to much. Then I yelled at him for getting in my personal space and saying things an adult should never say to a child, in my opinion. I was constantly told I talk to much about the wrong things and not enough about the right.”

Though Oscar’s shirt is getting wet, he doesn’t care. Her more harmful stimming habits are showing as he’s determined not to let that happen. She plays with his fingers instead. “I can’t do it Jack.”

The endearing nickname alerts him this is serious. He didn’t know how far this trauma had been rooted inside her. No wonder she struggles with her self-esteem, she was told her entire life she’d never measure up. She’d endured hours of countless awkward conversations and events she couldn’t wait to leave.

The worst part is that he knows it’s why she apologizes for everything. It didn’t matter how much she tried to look ‘normal’ she couldn’t get it right and people were mad at her for it.

“I will leave it up to you, but say the word and I’ll have us out of here in an hour.”

Oscar had half a mind just to feign sickness and tell them they can’t go. The girl pacing the room had yet to get dressed or pull the plug and say she doesn’t want to go.

“I say wear something comfortable and scandalous.” He leans back on the bed with a smirk.

“Since when are you so evil? And are you crazy? I’d get eaten by judgmental stares.”

“Let them stare. You deserve to be comfortable in whatever you wear without feeling judged and preyed on.”

They took a separate car from her parents. Partially because they wanted to leave early, mostly because in case of emergency they had an escape vehicle.

He could feel her trying to self soothe in the passenger seat. She’d finally settled for her favorite pair of pants and his sweatshirt. Comfort clothes for a hard situation definitely seemed like the best option.

He held her hand as they walked to the front door and stopped right outside. “Remember you’re not stuck. We can leave anytime you want.” She nods her head appreciatively, then they step through the doors.

He felt like the were underdressed. Which is an absolutely ridiculous notion because it’s eight in the morning and he’d rather be asleep. How these people look dressed for a ball at this hour is beyond him.

Oscar spots her family amongst the sea of people and weaves them into their vicinity.

“Y/N, hi! How are you? It’s been so long!” Chirps an elderly woman who awkwardly embraces the girl. She’s still as a board and yet the lady doesn’t get the hint.

“I’m alright.” She smiles politely.

“And who’s this young man?”

“My boyfriend, Oscar.”

He reaches out his hand to her and she shakes it. “It’s nice to meet you.” He offers his media coached smile.

“Oh are you two planning on settling down? Having kids?”

She shuffles awkwardly looking for a response. She hates invasive questions like these. Now would normally be where an inappropriate joke about Lando practically being their child would go but she thinks that might be wrong. But what’s even right in this situation?

“Not currently. I travel for work majority of the year so it would be difficult to start a family.” She’s grateful Oscar knows to manage conversation.

“Oh well… that’s to bad.” Then the woman shuffles away.

“I told you it’s bad.”

“I see your point. Did you know her?”

“No but apparently everyone is allowed to talk to you like that even if you just know a persons name because we’re a ‘church family’.

As they wait for the service to start, they pass the time by people watching. Snickering at the obvious fake smiles and perfect families people show off on Sunday mornings.

They are rudely interrupted by a male probably in his forties. “Excuse me, I have got to ask, are you two siblings?”

He must be newer, she thinks to herself, it’s not like she’s been gone that long. She shakes her head at the man, one hand in Oscar’s the other inside the sweatshirt pocket. “No sir, we’re dating actually.”

“That’s a real shock. He’s a keeper if that’s how you dress all the time and he still chose you.” His comment is directed at her. The social analysis kicking in. Is this sarcasm? Or maybe a joke she doesn’t get? Is he being serious?

“What do you mean by that?” Oscar is quick to ask back. Again, saving her from most likely saying something she shouldn’t.

“Most guys enjoy when a girl wears appropriate female clothing. I’m just saying she’s lucky to have you if this is what she wears all the time.” He eyes her up and down. “Would be prettier in a dress I reckon.”

“Nope. She’s pretty in everything she wears.” Oscar is dragging her off in the opposite direction before turning around. “Also, sir, I’m the lucky one.”

The service is long and boring. The two pass notes back and forth like they are in high school. Though they aren’t necessarily trying to hide the fact they are doing it.

When it’s over, they quickly tell her parents they are heading out because truthfully, the girl is in the verge of a meltdown from the over stimulation.

They get almost to the door before being stopped again by the last person she wanted to ever see again. Her old youth pastor.

“Y/N! I didn’t think you were ever coming back!” He goes to hug her but she steps back. Almost using Oscar as a barrier. “Awe don’t be like that.” He pouts.

“We were actually just heading out.” Oscar steps in. He didn’t like how the man is eyeing her. It’s uncomfortable for him and even more so for her.

“And you are…?”

“Oscar, her boyfriend.”

A look of shock spreads across his face. “That’s gooier to hear. I didn’t think she’d ever find someone.” Oscar doesn’t hesitate to use his sarcasm and over expressive facial expressions as he feigns curiosity.

“Why’s that?”

“I could never get her to shut up about things that weren’t important. And after the lengthy discussion we had with the board about her argumentative attitude with her male superiors, I just thought it would never happen.”

She didn’t tell him about that one. Oscar can see out of the corner of his eye how her head drops in shame. He doesn’t let go of her hand. “So you work with kids but when one doesn’t act the way you want you take to abusive behaviors? Glad to see a church full of people who are supposed to be loving are letting their youth get hurt by adults.” He says launder then necessary, but it gets his point across because people heard him.

He turns in his heels and places a protective arm around her waist as they walk to the car.

He knows she’s overstimulated, so he tries lets her go at her own pace when they get back to her parents house. The spare key still in the same place it’s been for years, so no need to wait outside.

In the safety of the room, she latches herself onto the Aussie. “I’m sorry.”

He holds her and does his best to soothe her. “You’ve nothing to apologize for. Those people are sick, I swear. I’m sorry you had to go through all that.”

“That meeting was the worst day of my life. Sitting in a room with a bunch of older men telling me how to behave. They made some jokes that they shouldn’t have and told me I’d never have a good life if I kept acting like I had been.” She’s wailing now.

Oscar can practically hear his hear shatter. How could people be so ignorant and blind?

“They said that my autism isn’t an excuse and that I need to try harder. Then they said maybe one of them can take me under their wing and show me how to treat a man right. I was barely eighteen.”

They spent the night like that. Her crying into his shoulder and him trying to calm her down. She fell asleep in his arms and he didn’t have the heart to move her and risk waking her up.

He couldn’t fathom someone telling her her brain being different means she’s not good enough. It’s what makes her unique in his eyes. How could someone not love the way her eyes light up when she talks about those interests that she never gets tired of. How her honesty and ability to stand her ground make conversations with her never dull.

Oscar leans down and kisses her head. “I don’t care who says you aren’t good enough, they are lying. You are for more then enough and I feel so special that you love me and are willing to share those pieces of yourself with me.”

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eye-of-yelough · 3 months

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the thing about saying i prefer toxic durgetash over healthy durgetash is that even that can get lost in translation because the word toxic has been watered down to a joke nowadays. i say i like toxic durgetash and someone will run over and agree like “me too i looove how toxic they are!! gort tries to manipulate my durge but they just laugh and stab him and then they kiss 🤪”

yeah thats fun but that’s just normal durgetash activities. that’s our definition of toxic, as normal people who weren’t raised in cults and literal hell.

i think i just want more people to embrace the potential for abuse with these two horrible horrible characters specifically. a more clear cut power imbalance. a durge who’s straight up terrified of gortash, or a durge who feels strangely comfortable and trusting toward him, which gortash uses to manipulate them into betraying/killing their companions and enforcing his will in the city.

and the vice versa, a durge who abuses gortash, is interesting too, but a lot harder while keeping gortash in character. maybe impossible. it just goes back to my inability to see gortash as someone who’s capable of genuine, selfless love, and a person has to be extraordinary to be seen as a equal (and even then, they’re not getting treated like one.) he’s a master manipulator! durge/tav has to have inhuman level of willpower/fortitude to survive any kind of relationship with this man unscathed. if they are stronger than him, he will find a way to weaken them, if they are smarter, (doubtful) he will find a way to break their brain.

and again, most durgetash shippers agree with this. they agree that gortash’s aim, at the beginning, was to subdue durge and mould them into his perfect sentient weapon. “but then after a while he realised he met his match/caught feelings” … with all due respect. i don’t think his brain works that way. this man is not capable of giving up. this is not a man who lets his emotions get in the way. this is not a man who lets anything get in the way.

#there was a much meaner pettier version of this post but i’m glad i changed my mind #i just. think it’s a shame people are afraid to make their durgetash interpretations more horrible and problematic #free yourself from your ‘soft healthy durgetash’ chains and come have fun with us on the dark side !!!#anyway sorry this is long #your daily dose of idiocy #bg3 #gortash #enver gortash #durgetash

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dallasgallant · 1 month

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PLS TALK MORE ABT SODA ANGST! I NEED MORE APPRECIATION OF HIS STRUGGLES AND TURMOILS

Soda struggles-

This came out a bit more headcanon-y than I originally intended but all of these are an extension off of what’s said/implied in canon itself so not necessarily. It’s not a meta, sorry but I may come back to do one of those

Sometimes the pressure does mount up for him. He feels like he’s about to explode, he wants to do more. But he can never talk about the stress on himself as he knows how impossibly hard it already is on Darry but is aware what they shoulder isn’t as equal as he wants. He knows both Darry and Pony would start to feel guilty and blame themselves— they shouldn’t it’s not any of their thoughts. So he doesn’t talk about it.

He wants to help more, part of soda almost wishes it was as easy as just chores. A lot of the emotional brunt of things lands on him particularly— it’s sort of motherly and it’d be hard. Yeah he’s a bit more emotional but he’s still a guy- still raised in the same mindset as the others and now he has to keep digging this softness out. Sometimes it feels so forced and Sappy and he hates it—

Soda wants to be nice. He wants everyone to get along and stick together and he can feel himself becoming a pushover. That he’ll do anything just to make it feel like everything is fine.

He said he was happy working at a gas station… and he meant it! He’s fine being what he is, staying blue collar. He’s never had these grand ambitions in life- he’s moment to moment. He’s not a deep thinker “intellectual” yearner type like his brothers.

Sometimes though, comparing himself to them makes him feel genuinely dumb. Another thought he would never voice because his brothers would blame themselves. It’s not their fault and he’s not dumb- he’s just not book smart. He’s emotionally and street smart… which frankly on their side of town is a little better to be, you’ll be happier anyway.

Adding to this- all this talk of college and getting Pony out makes him fear abandonment. That one day the stars will actually align and his brothers will leave him behind (now he knows they wouldn’t but the way they talk sometimes like everything is so horrible and they’ll leave everything behind… makes him feel like that)

Hes a lot like Twobit! Only instead of focusing on laughing he’s smiling or making others smile. A lot of it is genuine don’t get me wrong but a lot of it also stems from bottling emotions, coping -> they both do toxic positivity

Don’t mistake that he’s nice/sweet for passivity. Its not hard to get under his skin, he fights a lot (canonically)

Soda hates how they don’t really talk about their parents. When they do everyone freezes up and just sort of sits there with a long stare and he can’t handle it. He’s the kind to talk about and adore and compare and want— he feels things differently than both of them. Pony and Darry are more a like than they think and sometimes it’s harmful.

Controversial and purely headcanon/interpretation but I don’t think Sandy cheated. Too me it’s a greater emotional impact if it is his and they’re being kept from communicating. Torn apart puppy love etc - either he lied to Darry to seem more responsible or Darry lied to pony to protect a “innocence” pony knows soda doesn’t have

#the outsiders #outsiders #outsiders 1983 #outsiders book #outsiders novel #charecter study #headcanons? a little bit #angst #sodapop curtis #soda the outsiders #outsiders meta

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