i've been think about characters who are constantly manipulated. their choices are never their own, even if they think that they've escaped the manipulation. and then when they find out that the people they trusted have been using them and it kickstarts a villain arc...
Reminder: Gray gets bothered when Lyon takes Juvia away. He even kicked Lyon once during the GMG just to get Juvia, and Gray and Juvia weren’t even on the same team that time.
He wouldn’t take Juvia away from Lyon or try to separate them at least twice, and look for her or even hangout with her if he saw her actions as harassment (like what you antis always claim) or if he didn’t like her. Again, he's a tsundere.
And the reason why Gray likes Juvia is because of ✨Hiro Mashima✨
And for the nth time, he didn’t fall in love with her because of her stalking which already ended in the early seasons. He fell for her because of her good qualities.
Over a decade later, antis are still stuck in their outdated narrative.
I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.
Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.
Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
Summary: After your fight with Jax, you try to move on and go back to normal life in the circus. Jax notices that you're growing closer to Ragatha, and sees it as a justification.
CW: THIS IS SMUT, jealous!Jax, Possesive!Jax, Female!reader, angst, kinda hate sex, DubCon, stalking, restraints, oral Fem!recieving, P in V sex, Jax is really mean to you, Choking
A/N: I read too much dark romance to write fluff, and I am too obsessed with plot to keep this short. We can pretend that that's why this took so long. I am also so sorry that I am continuing it once again. I promise it will end eventually.
You stand up off the floor and wipe away your tears, you still have an awards show to attend, and you need to push down the sadness for the next few hours at least.
As you enter the awards hall, you see that everyone in the group is talking to each other. You get there before Jax, thank God, and you sit down next to Kinger.
No one seems to notice your presence, and you relish in the feeling of invisibility for now. Caine goes through a few preliminary awards before announcing the "favorite character." You get a little bit of a laugh when he makes a mistake in reading the name on the sheet, but outside of that, it's a rather boring night.
After the ceremony, Ragatha walks up to you. "Are you doing okay, Y/N?"
You shake your head, choosing to be honest with her today. "Jax and I broke up."
She wraps you in a hug. "Oh I'm so sorry! Do you need anything from me?"
"Not right now, but I'll let you know."
She nods as she lets go. "Okay. You should get some rest."
"Thank you, Ragatha, for being there for me."
She smiles. "You're welcome, Y/N. Thank you for coming to me. "
The two of you part ways, and you head to your room, locking and barricading the door. Jax having a key to your room has never been a source of discomfort before now, but you are worried about him showing up while you're sleeping now.
You make it through the night with no issues, and you do feel a bot better after a good night of sleep. You meet up with Ragatha and Pomni before the adventure, and you start learning more about them, realizing that you've been so wrapped up in Jax that you've overlooked everyone else.
The adventure for the day is fighting zombies in a post apocalyptic world, and you, Pomni, and Ragatha decide to team up to protect whatever structure Caine placed for the NPCs. You can tell Jax is trying his best to ignore you, but you're having enough fun to not care.
When the adventure ends, you, Pomni, and Ragatha decide to go down to the digital carnival. You start out on a rollercoaster, and end up spending far too much time playing all of the carnival games. When you head back to the circus tent, you all go straight to your rooms, planning to meet up in the morning to try and convince Caine to let you guys have another in house adventure.
When you wake up, you can't help but think that something is wrong in your room. You can't find anything obvious, so you brush it off and go to meet up with the others.
"Hey Caine, I have a question." You decide to be the one to broach the subject.
"What is it?" He appears in front of you.
"Ragatha, Pomni and I were wondering if we could have another in house adventure. We want to explore more of the circus grounds."
"That sounds like a great idea!" He disappears and you turn to Ragatha and Pomni with a wild grin.
"He agreed to that way too quickly, but we got our wish."
Ragatha nods. "I'm worried that he's going to add some dark twist to it."
Pomni shrugs. "At this point, as long as we get to explore, I don't really care how dark it is."
Caine calls everyone to the center of the tent. "Today's adventure will be a treasure hunt! I have hidden three different treasure chests throughout the circus grounds. Two of them are fake, one of them is real! You have until the end of the day to find the real one."
He disappears, and you, Pomni and Ragatha run off almost instantly. You can feel Jax's stare burning into your back, but you ignore it, focusing instead on exploring the circus grounds.
"Where do we think he would've put the real treasure chest?" Pomni is the first one to actually talk.
"Let's head down to the digital lake. We haven't actually gone down there yet."
You lead the way down to the lake, and the three of you start to search.
"Hey guys!" Ragatha calls out from the other side of the lake. "I found some caves!"
You and Pomni run over and see that the caves are actually fairly deep. "Let's go explore them."
As the three of you walk in, you see a chest almost immediately.
"Do we think it's the real one?"
"Probably not. It's too early in the day for that to be realistic."
The three of you decide to open it anyway, and are faced with a note that confirms that it's faked. You close the chest with the note still inside, and start heading back out.
"Where are you going?" Ragatha and Pomni run to catch up.
"To the carnival. We can look backstage at one of the shows."
The two of them follow you over to the carnival, and you take a creative route to try and avoid the other people searching here. When you reach the show that you're thinking about, you do find a chest.
"Do we think this one's real?" Pomni voices the question cautiously.
"No." You're surprised to hear Ragatha answer her. "Do you see the footprints in the dust? Someone's been here already."
"There's also evidence that the lock on the chest was tampered with already, meaning that it's already been opened."
"Oh."
You turn to leave, sidestepping Jax as he enters the area. You head back up to the tent.
"I think we should head to the less traveled areas of the tent. That's the last place I can think of, and it's getting late."
The three of you split up at that point, and you end up finding the chest. You kneel down to open it, and hear someone enter behind you.
"Sounds like you're having a blast with Ragatha and Pomni. Let me know when you get bored of all of the niceness."
"You're the one that broke up with me, Jax. I thought you didn't care about me."
You open the chest and end the adventure before standing up to face him.
"So if you don't mind, I'm going back to the people that actually want me to be happy, not stay here with the person that led me on for $#!@ and giggles."
You brush past him and head back to Pomni and Ragatha.
"Did you find it?"
"Yep." You hand over the prize, which is a poorly rendered pile of gold. "We have the rest of the day to do whatever, so do you guys want to go outside?"
"Sure."
The three of you spend almost all day outside, staying even into the night to watch the stars.
The next few days are spent in much the same way, and you grow into a tightly knit trio. Even Caine seems to notice how close you are, going out of his way to group you together on adventures.
You come back one night from hanging out with everyone (except Jax), and you close the door to your room, smiling as you clean and get ready for bed. You've been having a really good time recently, and not focusing on Jax has helped with regulating your emotions.
You go to sleep that night thinking about what you want to do in the morning.
You wake up in the middle of the night and instantly clock that something is wrong. When you go to rub at your eyes, you find that you can't move your arms.
Through the darkness, you can see the outline of Jax's ears. Shit. You experiment with moving your legs, and find that they aren't bound. You do realize that the blankets are gone, and that sends panic through you.
"God, you look pretty like that." He clicks on a lamp as he talks, bathing the room in a dim, golden glow. "Tell me, Y/N, do you like Ragatha in the same way that you liked me? Do you love them?"
"Why do you care? You already told me that you were leading me on."
He chuckles darkly. "I was leading you on because it was interesting. Right now, it's more interesting to scare you, to mess with you." He steps closer and rubs the hem of your nightshirt in between his fingers. "To #@$! you until you can't think of anything else and then leave again."
He smirks down at you, and you can feel the dread mixing with arousal in your gut.
"I know you want this. I know you miss the sex that I gave you."
He lifts you shirt and trails his fingers up your chest as you fight the ropes around your wrists. Then his fingers trail downwards and hook onto your panties, sliding them off, and sitting on the bed next to your legs.
"You're already so wet for me, darling. I know you've missed this."
He slides one finger into you and you gasp. He grins as he adds another finger, curling them up to hit the spot that sends your vision spinning.
Jax's pov
He smirks again, noticing how you're still fighting the restraints. He has missed this, not that he'd ever admit it to you. He hates himself for indulging himself, but he couldn't stand the fact that Ragatha and Pomni were getting all of your attention. He would get it if you were hanging out with Zooble. Hell, he'd even understand if you were hanging out with Kinger. But the fake ass Ragatha? He couldn't wrap his mind around it.
"Relax, sweetheart. I'm not gonna hurt you, not this time."
You whine as his fingers pick up the pace. "Careful, or else I'll have to shut you up with something."
He climbs onto the bed and removes his fingers.
Y/N's pov
Your hips buck up at the sudden emptiness and he lets out another laugh. "Pathetic."
He throws your legs over his shoulders and sucks on your clit, sending shivers down your spine as you try to keep quiet.
His tongue seems to find every sensitive spot. It brings you back to when he claimed to love you. You're under no such delusions now.
Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere and you let out a strangled cry. He drops your legs and smirks.
"I guess I have to shut you up now."
He grabs a random handkerchief and stuffs it in your mouth. Then he takes off his overalls and settles himself over you. As his dick enters you, you moan around the gag in your mouth.
His pace is relentless, and as the two of you finish, he murmurs, "You belong to me. Don't forget that."
He puts his clothes back on and frees you from you restraints. Then he just leaves, and you make a mental note to start barricading you door at night.
The next morning, Ragatha instantly notices something wrong. "Are you okay, Y/N?"
You shake your head. "Jax showed up in my room last night. He seems to think that he owns me, and he's jealous of you and Pomni."
"Oh."
"I'm gonna start barricading my door at night. Hopefully it dissuades him."
"That's a good idea. I'll probably do that too." Pomni looks concerned.
Ragatha agrees, and the next few weeks pass uneventfully. You notice during a tamer adventure that Jax is absent. Ragatha and Pomni also notice, and they offer to walk you to your room.
"No thanks guys. I'll be fine."
You open your door and step inside, closing it behind you. You scan the room and your heart drops. It's very obvious that someone's been here, and is possibly still here.
That is very quickly proven when you hear movement in the bathroom. Your options race through your mind. Ragatha wouldn't mind if you stayed in her room for the night, right?
As you turn to leave, an arm wraps around you waist. "Where do you think you're going?"
so, an update on my jax angst fic that i posted a while ago. i am currently trying to update all of the fics that i currently have in progress, going in the order that i started them in, and this one is at the bottom of the list. best case scenario, you'll get it sometime this weekend.
Summary: Basically you're in Pomni's place during the whole fight in ep 6, and it's near the end of the fight.
CW: Fighting, hate sex, public sex, Oral male receiving, DubCon Jax is super mean to you, female reader, Y/N used, I promise I can write I'm just not great at smut, not proofread, MDNI
"What are you saying?" You can't keep the waver from your voice.
"It was all a game, all for fun." He sounds like he's trying to explain it to a child.
"You said you loved me! Was that a lie too?" This can't be happening. Not again. Not with him.
He laughs. "Yeah. That part was funny. You fell for all of it."
You feel the gun in your hand drop, then your fist is flying for his face. "How could you?"
He stumbles backwards, and you follow, cornering him into a wall. "I was bored, and you were right there. What else was I supposed to do?"
You land another punch, this time to his torso. "Maybe don't play with someone's heart!"
He grabs you by the collar of your dress, holding you up so that you can look into his eyes. "Who would've thought you'd be so fragile?"
Jax's pov
The pain in your porcelain face almost does him in, but he can't back down, not now.
"I fucking hate you." There's more ice in those four words than in the rest of your shouted accusations, and he has to force out the answering smirk that will seal the deal.
"And I don't care about you."
"Put me down then." The demand comes out cold, and if he didn't know any better, if he hadn't heard the shouting earlier, he would think you'd also been playing a game.
"Now where's the fun in that?"
He can see what you're going to do a half-second before your fist is flying upwards.
He makes his move then.
Y/N's pov
His free hand stops your fist, as he uses the one holding onto your collar to pull you closer into a kiss. You push against him with all your might, and he eventually gives in and moves you away. He turns around as he does though, so you're the one pushed against the wall.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't care about you, but you're hot when you're angry."
You hate what that does to your body. You just want to be done with him, but you can't help but fall into the spiral that you always do with him.
He smirks when you don't end up fighting him on it. "I feel like having a little more fun with you before I fully walk away."
"Here?"
He leans down to your ear. "Of course. I'm not letting you into my room."
His fingers slide under your dress, and you go to push his hand away, but he doesn't budge from his goal.
"I know you want this baby, don't fight it."
"I don't want you! Not after you lied!"
His fingers slide into you and you have to bite back a gasp. " Your pussy says otherwise, dollface."
He leans in to kiss you and you take the opportunity to bite his lip. All he does is smirk as his fingers pump in and out of you.
"You're awful. No wonder no one else likes you."
Jax's pov
You say it and something snaps. "You don't anything about that."
You laugh, but it's humorless. "I think I'd know more about that than anyone else here, since I was around when your other friend was."
"You little &$#@!" He gives in at that point and removes his fingers. He's going to break you.
Y/N's pov
Before you know it, Jax's dick is pounding into you. You can't keep quiet anymore, but Jax doesn't seem to care who can hear.
When you climax, it feels far different than any other time. Jax pulls out and shoves you to your knees.
"Open your mouth."
The second you do, he's shoving his dick into your mouth. His hands latch into your hair and he smirks when he sees the tears on your face. When he comes, he leaves you on the floor, without a word about the fight you just had.
I still smell the traces of your scent on my bedsheets; my clothes; my pillowcase
I still remember your favourite songs; the way you’d sing them out loud thinking no one’s listening, and then getting flustered when you realised I heard you
I still remember all of your little quirks in which I’ve always found so endearing to me, but you always thought were annoyingÂ
I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every lineÂ
I still have your number memorised, like the back of my hand
I still remember your smile, the soft quirk to it. How could I not? It’s ingrained in the back of my mind, even though I wish it wasn’t
I still can’t get you out of my mind even though I’m probably long gone from yours
I still remember how you’d laugh at my jokes even though they didn’t make any sense to anyone else
I still have our inside jokes kept somewhere in the back of my mind
I still remember how you taste
I still remember how you sound; your sweet voice you told me you hated when you had to listen back to it over voice recordingÂ
I still remember how you’d be there for me, through both the thick and the thinÂ
I still remember how you told me you’d always be there for me
I still remember how our love was supposed to be unconditional… until it wasn’t
I still remember how things went down south. Where did things go wrong? I still don’t really understand what happened…
I still think about you, day in, day out
I still miss you
I still want you
I still need you
And I… I still love you, even after all of this timeÂ
I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.
Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
characters who are self-sacrificing because they don't value their own life enough, who don't fear death as much as they fear living without their loved ones is a fun trope, lots of potential there, but- you know what else is really fun?
self-sacrificing characters who are absolutely terrified of dying. characters who desperately want to live, who have to fight every single screaming instinct in their body as they throw themselves into danger. they don't want to do this, don't want to be here. they're dragging themselves along behind their loved ones, frantically trying to get the fear to subside long enough to be useful in these situations.
but- well. if your hands are shaking too badly to hold a weapon, you're no help. if your mind is racing too rapidly to think of a good plan, you're no help.
you know what doesn't need a steady hand? throwing yourself directly into the line of fire.
you know what doesn't need a sharp thought process? using yourself as the bait.
and. well. they have to help the others somehow, right? and - this? reckless self-endangerment, taking the hits and distracting the threats and taking every single risk that the others don't need to take because they all have other ways of contributing? this is all they can do. they're convinced that is is all they can do for their loved ones, so- they may be on the verge of a breakdown every single time, they may be sick with anxiety at the thought of not making it back this time-
but. if this is the one thing they can do, the one way they can help? they're going to do it. of course they are.
so they just. keep. doing it.
bonus points if they can't quite shake the worry that they're being selfish by wanting to be safe, wanting to stop doing this, wanting to live.
bonus bonus points if their friends/teammates would literally fall to pieces without them, but not for any practical reason, just- that's a person who's absolutely inextricable from the lives of everyone around them. losing them would be one of the most devastating things imaginable for these people. no one here wants them pulling self-sacrificial stunts, no one here wants them taking those risks.
something about characters who've always wanted to live; their arc is realizing that they're allowed to. the gradual process by which the truth finally sinks in: they don't need to do this. their worth does not hinge on what they offer. accept the hand extended to you. step down from the sacrificial altar. your unsteady return to the ground was never going to be met with a condemnation. you have always had a place here.
so my friend and i are making dinner, and we have a running bit where we pretend to spray each other with a spray bottle (like we're cats) and so he found one.
and this guy goes, "i'm pretty sure this is water", after spraying it on his hand and smelling it and shit. then he looks me dead in the eyes, and sprays it in his mouth and says "it's water."
and i fucking lose it. i'm like, "this is just like that text post where it's like, 'is this perfume or alcohol?'"
and he looked at me confused, and i asked him if he'd seen it, AND HE HADN'T
so i explained it to him, and he also lost it, and agreed with me, but i thought the post was common knowledge. like is it not???
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