#I think it’d be so fine if him to act like a piece of shit before stabbing me

[jinkiesmariz]

Nvm I have a small meal for gene likers hello I need him to chase me with a knife I think

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 10] Late Nights

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

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Satoru’s behavioral change is something that you never really expected. It seems that he’s warming up once again, even though you’re not giving him the attention he desires. He wants you to be the sweet and loving woman that you were when you were in a relationship, but you aren’t that woman. But it’s fine with him, he’s still warming up and treating you like an actual human being.

The bar is low, but you don’t really expect much from spoiled little Satoru. 

For some reason, you’re not liking this change though. You prefer him as the cold and mean boss that would snap and berate you due to a minor mistake. Maybe it’s because he’s molding and reminding you of the man that you used to love and you don’t want to see traces of the past relationship. Ren is the only reminder you need, and the best reminder because he reminds you how Satoru left you without an explanation.

You hate how he suddenly drops the mean act and is sweet; professional but still sweet. He tries to make an effort by asking how you’re doing, asking you to take breaks during work hours so you don’t tire yourself out so quickly (knowing that sometimes you have to run some errands for his mom), and whenever he orders food he asks if you want anything. You wonder what his mom said to him especially when you remember how he broke down and hugged you out of nowhere. She definitely said something to him.

“Have you started sending out the invitations?” Satoru asks, and you hum in response. Even though he knows you’re busy, sometimes you can’t get out of the task of working late nights. There’s so much to do in one day sometimes, and it’s especially busy with an upcoming charity event. It’s an event that his father would host each year but it consequently stopped when his mother got a hold of the company. Since Satoru is officially the president of the company, he’s honoring his father by bringing back the event– Additionally, it brings great publicity to the company, but that’s just an added bonus.

“Around one hundred people have said yes, a handful declined, and we still have a lot of people that haven’t opened it or are just thinking about it.” You inform him. 

“Have the Zenins said anything? Any of them?” He’s curious to know their response, and you try to recall. You remember the Zenin name coming up a lot while growing up, you never really got to understand the relationship between that family and the Gojos. They’re in constant competition yet they still invite each other to big events.

“Yeah… They declined.” You answer when you remember. He feels relieved to know that. They’re the last group of people he wants to see… A bunch of complicated snobby pieces of shit. He quite literally doesn’t understand why his father insisted on inviting them to every major event. He remembers Naoya, mainly because they went to school together, and that boy was unbearable. Satoru was lucky that he was a year younger. “I remember one of the Zenins–”

You can’t quite remember his name, and you try to remember the name. It’s on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t quite get it. Until Satoru speaks up, “Naoya.”

“Yeah! He asked me out when I was like sixteen. Really awkward… He told me that I’d never amount to nothing and it’d be weird to see him and show him that he was right.” You share, and Satoru finds himself surprised at the information that you share. How has he never heard of that? 

“Good thing that you rejected him. Suguru and I would’ve never allowed that relationship to happen anyway.” He responds, and you raise your brows. It’s weird why he’s bringing it up, but you’re more curious as to why Suguru of all people wouldn’t allow that to happen. You understand why Satoru would’ve been upset– But not Suguru. You chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously, wondering if you should ask the question that comes up in your mind.  In the end you ask,

“Why wouldn't Suguru have allowed that relationship to happen?” And Satoru isn’t sure how to respond. He isn’t sure whether to dismiss the question and get back to work, or to answer honestly. Satoru’s eyes shift back to his computer before he says anything.

“He used to have a crush on you back then.” He clears his throat, grabbing his water and taking a sip of it. You find yourself a bit taken back, a stupid smirk on your lips and it pisses him off. You shift in your seat, adjusting yourself so your back is straight.

“Suguru had a crush on me?” You sound so fucking proud of it, and it takes everything in Satoru to remain his composure. You repeat the question, sounding even more proud than the last time. 

“Yeah, he did.” Satoru says through gritted teeth. You’re way too ecstatic to even care about how he talks. His hands form into fists and he tries to hide them from you. “Why does it matter anyway? We ended up dating.”

“I’m just wondering… We all wonder how life would’ve turned out differently if we had made different decisions.” You answer, and he scoffs. When his hands are visible again, your eyes fall on your wedding band. “It doesn’t matter anyway, we’re here to work.”

“You’re right.” He nods his head in response. He focuses on what you have to do before you go back home. He’s sure you’re in a rush to go back home to your stupid cat.

“Plus, you’re married to someone else. It doesn’t matter if I had chosen to date him.” 

He bites down on his lip. He guesses you’re right. He’s not allowed to get upset. After all, he did leave you without an explanation. Maybe he should’ve let Suguru get with you. 

“Mommy!” Ren yells, the biggest smile on his face when he sees you. You always welcome him with open arms, picking him up from the floor and filling his little face with kisses. Even though you’re exhausted by the time you get home, you always manage to find energy to spend some quality time with him.

As you pay attention to him, brushing his hair out of his face with your fingers, the nanny collects her stuff and says her goodbyes before leaving. It’s your daily routine. While you greet him, she leaves without missing a beat. “Are you hungry, Ren?”

“No.” He answers, and while he says that, your stomach growls. Satoru offered to buy food but you rejected the offer since you wanted to leave as soon as you could. Ren, being the honest little boy that he is, points it out, “Sounds like you’re hungry, mommy.”

“I am. I’m gonna order something.” You say, definitely too tired to cook something up. You smile at him, tilting your head to the side, “Do you have any ideas?”

“Pizza.” He doesn’t waste a second, and you chuckle. You figured. You kiss the top of his head and you put him down on the floor before reaching into your purse to grab your phone. You find a couple of messages on your phone from different people. Mrs. Gojo telling you that you need to talk, a similar message from Shoko, and then Suguru checking up on you.

First thing’s first, you order your food delivery before you send a message to Suguru. You then call Mrs. Gojo, and within the first ring, she picks up the phone. She doesn’t bother greeting you before saying, “What’s up with Satoru?”

“I have no idea. I’m his secretary, not his babysitter nor his mother.” You respond, too tired to care about the way you speak to her. “You should know.”

“I swear to God, if you said anything to him–” She stops mid sentence and takes a deep breath. “Do you have an idea of what’s going on?”

“I have no idea. What did Satoru do?” You ask her. You hear her sigh.

“I’ll talk to him. I’ll call you if I need anything.” She says before hanging up the phone. You turn your full attention to Ren, deciding that anything else can wait until he’s asleep. You walk over to him and crouch down to his level.

“You wanna watch a movie, Ren?” You ask him and he nods in response. He follows you as you walk over to the couch to look for the remote control.

“Can we eat ice cream, mommy?” He looks at you with puppy eyes, and it’s hard for you to say no.

“After dinner, Ren.” You tell him, taking a seat on the couch. He takes a seat next to you, laying his head on your lap.

You will always hold some sort of resentment towards Satoru, but you will always be thankful for the little boy that rests his head on your lap. Ren is your whole world.

When Ren is sound asleep, you find yourself on the couch, finger hovering over Suguru’s contact. And just as you’re about to call him, someone calls you first. The man that you were just thinking of. You don’t waste a second picking up the phone and putting it to your ear.

“Hey, Suguru.” There’s a dumb smile on your face. It becomes bigger when he says your name. You don’t waste any time considering your eyes are shutting on their own. You’ve texted the entire night, talking about trivial things. You just have to come out and say it, “Satoru told me that you liked me back in the day.”

“Is that so?” Suguru responds, and you hum. You bite down on your lip, waiting for him to say something else. Any other time you would be embarrassed to just say that, but your brain is barely functioning, and your confidence is extremely high. “What do you think?”

“That if you had said something before Satoru then…” You swallow thickly. Would you have chosen Suguru over Satoru? After realizing just how immature Satoru is, right now you say you would’ve chosen Suguru. Back then though… It doesn’t matter now anyway. “Maybe Ren would’ve been your kid.”

“Is that so?” You hear how he’s holding back on laughing. Finally you hear a chuckle. “Is that your way of shooting your shot?”

“Maybe…” You respond, and you’re lucky you’re half asleep when you’re saying all of this. The silence would be your biggest embarrassment at any other moment. You smile as you hear,

“Do you wanna go on a date?”

[cuntdestroyer3000]

You can be the Boss

pairing: Negan Smith x afab!fem!reader

summary: You and your little brother find an uneasy home at the savior compound. Things aren’t too bad, besides the fact that their ruthless leader has his sights set on you. After showing him some attitude, he decides to show you who’s boss. 

word count: ~5.4K

warnings: mdni or I will tell ur mom. Swearing (mostly from Negan and my narration) Rough sex/smut, unprotected p in v wear condoms you whores, orgasm denial, degradation, pet names, consensual forced submission. Mild dubcon (power imbalance). Age gap, reader is in her late 20s, Negan is in his 40s?? Tbh imagine it however you want but he’s older than her. No use of Y/N 

CULTS ARE BAD 

~

You were over Negan’s bullshit, to put it simply. You had been all on your own with just your little brother when the saviors had found you and let you become a part of their community. You remembered thinking, foolishly, that you were safe, things were going to get better. Only for things to get even more complicated and dangerous. Maybe if you were with a different group, being led by a different man.

You remembered the day you met him too. You had been brought to the compound, clutching your brother’s arm and refusing to let go. You had been led to a room with a bed and everything, instructed to take showers and asked if you wanted anything to eat. You remembered the water falling through your hair, the fresh smell of the soap. Something you had taken for granted before now considered a luxury in this post-apocalyptic world. In your naivety you’d allowed yourself to let your guard down. Until you met him.

You knew immediately not to trust him. The way he looked at you made you uneasy. You were used to men looking at you that way, being a young woman in a lawless world you had grown accustomed to predatory behavior from the men you encountered. You’d learned to harden yourself, keep your guard up always. You weren’t scared to hurt a man if he got too close to you.

This was different though, Negan was the leader of the saviors. You couldn’t just kick him in the balls and move on with it. 

You were quickly put to work in the compound. It definitely wasn’t paradise, but at least you and your brother’s safety was ensured. Getting to sleep in an actual bed didn’t hurt either. The only problem was the man who ran everything. 

At best he was an arrogant piece of shit, at worst he was a fucking monster. You made sure, and lectured the hell out of your brother, to stay out of his way. 

He walked around the compound like it was his kingdom, swinging that damn bat around everywhere he went. You couldn’t help how alluring he was, despite his brutality. You couldn’t help being drawn in by his sauntering walk and deep voice, especially when he talked to you. It made you sick that there was a part of you that wanted him so bad, even after you’d witnessed the evil things he did. 

You tried to stay out of his way, but he made it difficult, always going out of his way to talk to you. Not only were you scared of him, you were scared of how he made you feel. So you pushed those feelings way down and kept your head down, doing your job and taking care of your brother. It had worked for the most part, but eventually you couldn’t avoid him anymore. 

-

One fateful day, Laura had been sick and she had asked you to fill in for her. You knew she worked a lot closer with Negan than you did, but you really liked Laura and didn’t want to let her down. You figured it’d be fine, just do the job and get out, right?

The whole time, you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head when you worked. You had never worked this closely with him before. The air around him felt electrically charged and you tried to ignore how he was making you feel.

The whole time he made little comments towards you, trying to be endearing in his own twisted way. You tried to walk the line that you always did between humoring him and still acting uninterested. However, it was getting harder and harder the more he drew you in. 

When the job was finally done, he dismissed everyone. As you were walking away though, he called you back to him. You had turned around, trying to keep your expression neutral.

“C’mere” He beckoned you over with his leather gloved hand. You cautiously walked up to him, doing your best to ignore how your heartbeat quickened. 

“Who are you?” He asked, that familiar wolfish smile on his lips. Suddenly, irritation flooded through you. You were sick of his smugness, he was already in control of everything, controlled everything all of you did. He even made you guys kneel for him. It wasn’t fair that in exchange for basic safety you had to kiss his ass and stroke his ego. Your identity was all you had left, and he wanted to take that away from you now too. You knew it was stupid but there was this stubborn part of you that just refused to bend.

“Well?” He asked, starting to get impatient, “I asked you a fucking question.”

You sighed and tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Oh I’m sorry, is there a problem?” He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He was calm now, but the smallest things could set him off.

“No!” You said quickly, “Its just- come on Negan, you already know I’m loyal to you.”

His expression darkened and he stepped closer to you.

“So who are you?” He asked evenly, his tone warning you.

Your heart started to beat even faster as he got closer to you. There was some sort of tension between you two, you knew that for sure. Even though you didn’t work closely with him in the saviors community, he made sure to know who you were. He made excuses to be around you, to touch you. You weren’t stupid, you could see the way he looked at you.

To make things worse, that fucked up part of you really wanted him too. You hated yourself for it. He terrified you, and you liked it.

Suddenly you felt all the air knocked out of you as he grabbed you by the arms and shoved you into the wall. Lucille was still clutched in his right hand, inches away from your face. You’d taken much longer than he had liked to respond.

“You know, I am getting sick and tired of your fucking attitude.”

You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t think straight with the feeling of his large hands clamped around your arms. All you could focus on was how close he was to you, how strong he was, keeping you pinned against the wall.

“Just cause I like you doesn’t mean you get a free pass to be a little brat.” He spat at you.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered. His eyes burned into you and for a second you had no fucking idea what he was about to do. 

Then, he sighed and let go of you. You leaned against the wall and tried to catch your breath. He rubbed his hand over the stubble on his face as he paced around a little bit. 

“I just don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to take me seriously.”

“I do take you seriously.” You said, a little shocked. You had seen him brutally murder people in cold blood. You knew entirely what he was capable of.

“Mmmm no.” He shook his head, smiling coldly at you, “Cause yeah, you do what you're told and you do a good job of it.” He stepped closer to you again, crowding you up against the wall, “But I'm not sure you really know who's on top here. You see, I don't like the way you look at me sweetheart."

You looked up at him, trying to mask your feelings of fear and reluctant arousal.

“What’s it gonna take to get you to submit to me? Hmm?” He asked tauntingly and cupped your face in his hand, running his thumb over your cheekbone.

You couldn’t help the waves of arousal that spread through you, leaving you throbbing in your jeans. You subconsciously bit your lip as you looked at his lips. He had never gotten this close to you before, only leaving you light touches on your arm or lower back whenever he had the chance.

He examined your face before his eyes flitted down to where you were clenching your thighs, desperate for friction. He smirked,

“Ohh…you want me to fuck you don’t you?”

You gasped at his forwardness and stumbled to find the right words,

“Negan I-“

“No you want me to fuck you.” He repeated licking his lips, “You’re practically fucking begging for me.”

“Negan, no you don’t-“

He interrupted you again by grabbing your hair and pulling it back, you couldn’t help the loud moan that tore from your throat.

“There she is.” He murmured and slowly leaned in to kiss you. Hypnotized by his proximity and his touch, that twisted part of you that was drawn to Negan lit up and took over and you leaned in and crashed your lips into his.

He tightened his grip in your hair and you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, still holding Lucille.

He groaned as he pulled away, still holding you.

“Goddamn you are incredible.” You whined and leaned into his hand that cupped your cheek, “But…I still gotta punish you”

“How?” You asked and you couldn’t help how small your voice was.

He stared down at you for a moment, a sly smile spreading across his face.

“I think you already know how.”

***

I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this. What the fuck am I doing?

That was your thought process as you let Negan devour you, licking into your mouth and running his large hands all over your body, claiming you. You knew it was wrong but he felt so fucking good. You’d been traveling for so long, alone with your brother, so focused on taking care of him that you had never been able to enjoy something like this. A man who wanted you, wanted to take you apart, make you his. In this moment you realized how much you had been craving physical intimacy. You didn’t care who he was or what he did anymore, all you cared about was how alive he made you feel.

Suddenly he pulled away and stepped back a little. He licked his lips and smiled slowly.

“Strip for me.”

“W-what?”

“You fucking heard me. Strip.” He commanded.

The pulsing between your thighs grew stronger as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head. His dark eyes stayed trained on you as you unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down. You stood in front of him in your underwear, feeling vulnerable already.

“Look at you, bein such a good girl for me already.” He smiled and walked closer to you again. He pulled you close to him and ran his hands down your back, squeezing your ass roughly as he inhaled, his face buried in your neck. You held on to his broad shoulders, your cheek pressed against the leather of his jacket.

You yelped as he landed a harsh slap to your ass.

“Mmm I like the sound of that.” He smirked and pulled away from you, grabbing your hair tightly again.

“Now what the fuck do I do with you?” He mused.

Anything you want. Your mind screamed as you bit your lip, fisting the fabric of his white t shirt. Your head was spinning with what he was gonna do to you. The endless possibilities. He could even hurt you if he wanted.

He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it slide down your arms revealing your breasts to him.

“Holy shit.” he breathed as he looked down at you, “You’ve got some nice fuckin tits.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, blushing as you looked down at the floor.

“I mean it.” He sighed as he ran his hands up your torso. You looked at him through your eyelashes as he cupped them, running his fingers over your hardening nipples. You loved the way he looked at you, like he was hypnotized by you. You couldn’t help the soft moan that fell from your lips as you arched your back, letting your breasts fill his hands.

He leaned down, licking at your chest, running his tongue over one of your nipples and sucking it into his mouth. You moaned louder and pulled on his hair as his hands went down to your ass, lifting you up against him.

You ground your hips onto him and he laughed lowly against your chest. 

“You want it fuckin bad don’t you?” He moved to your other breast, biting your nipple gently, his hands firmly under your ass, supporting your weight. Everything about him was intoxicating, his mouth, his tongue, the way his beard felt on your bare chest, the leather under your fingertips, the way his belt dug into your clothed clit just right.

Moving his mouth off of your nipple he threw you down onto the bed.

“Hands and knees. Now.” He said to you, his deep voice sending shivers through you.

“What are you gonna do to me?” You asked, looking up at him.

He smiled slowly, coldly,

“I’m gonna take my time with you.” He shrugged off his jacket, revealing his tattooed biceps, “I’m gonna hurt you baby, but you’re gonna like it.” Your breath hitched at that as he pulled his shirt off and leaned over you.

“I’m gonna have you crying and begging for me to let you come. And then I’m gonna make it so that my name is the only fucking thing you remember.”

With that he kissed you roughly, sliding his tongue into your mouth unabashedly. You moaned against him, running your hands up and down his arms, trying to savor this moment as much as you could.

You couldn’t help but whimper as he pulled away and he laughed at you again, flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips so that your ass was up in the air. Any caution you had previously was thrown to the wind, you were drunk on him.

He slowly pulled your panties down to your knees, leaving you bare for him.

“Fuck that’s a pretty fuckin pussy.” He murmured as he ran a finger through your glistening folds, “Damn, you’re so wet for me already, I haven’t even fucking touched you.”

Your body jolted and you moaned, hips searching for more release. He chuckled,

“Yeah…you’re gonna be cryin for me real soon.”

Without warning he landed a hard smack against your ass and you moaned and buried your face in the bed.

“You like that?” He taunted and spanked you again, harder this time. You whimpered and grabbed onto the sheets. You couldn’t believe you were letting him treat you like this. You’d only had sex a handful of times and none of them had been like the earth shattering experience you’d heard about.

This however was amazing. The pain on your ass was tingling, spreading across your thighs and your pussy, desperately squeezing around nothing.

He spanked you again, this time hard on your cunt and you moaned embarrassingly loud.

“Fuck you really like that don’t you?” He hit you again and again until you were screaming into bed. He grabbed your hair and yanked you up so you could see him, his eyes were wild with lust and power.

“Answer me.”

You nodded quickly, his grip on your hair burning your scalp.

“Yes.” You gasped, “Yes Negan I love it”

He hit you a few more times, marveling at the way your ass reddened for him. You whimpered and tried to squirm away from the overstimulation.

“You gonna cry?” He mocked.

“Negan please.” You whined, his cruelty only making you wetter, “It’s too much I can’t-“

“Well if it was all fun and nice it wouldn’t be a punishment now would it?”

He spanked you more and more until your ass and thighs burned. You’d lost count of how many times he’d hit you at this point. The satisfaction from before was starting to melt into severe pain and you started to get scared that he’d keep going and going and not listen to you.

He landed a final hard spank on your cunt and you wailed, burying your face in the mattress as he let go of your hair, tears springing from your eyes.

“Negan I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please!” You hiccuped. He sighed above you and ran his hand down your back.

“Alright baby.” He said, “Turn over for me.”

You didn’t dare wait to listen to him as you rolled over on your back, wincing when your sensitive skin hit the bedding. 

“Aw” He cooed at you mockingly, “You sore?” 

You blinked back tears and tried to pull yourself together but the dripping heat between your legs betrayed you. His brow furrowed as he looked down at you,

“There’s that look again.” He tsked and bent down over you, kissing and sucking on your neck. You moaned in pleasure and ran your hands up his back, pushing your breasts up against his bare chest. He slowly made his way down your chest, manhandling your breasts as he did. You opened your legs for him automatically, allowing him to fit between them as he kissed lower and lower, pulling your panties down the rest of the way.

He kissed over your lower stomach and hips and you giggled a little at the sensation.

He pretended to ignore it but he couldn’t help but smile into your skin. He was so enamored by your youth and beauty, your softness, the pretty little noises you made for him. He’d almost forgotten he was supposed punishing you. Almost.

The sight of him between your legs was heavenly, looking up at you with those dark hazel eyes, his salt and pepper beard scratching against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as he kissed them, getting closer and closer to your aching core. 

“Negan wait!” You stopped him right before he reached where he wanted, grabbing at his hair.

He slowly raised up from where his mouth was inches away from your pussy, his breath hitting you in the most delicious way.

“Yeah?” He asked, almost exasperatedly.

“I’ve um...” You started, feeling your face grow hot from embarrassment, “I’ve never had anyone...do that to me before.” 

“What? This?” He asked and ran his tongue between your lips, flicking your clit up and down. You gasped and your head fell back, hitting the bed. He continued making lazy circles on your clit with his tongue. It felt insane, unlike anything else you’d ever had. You whined as you felt yourself coming close to the edge already.

Negan continued his assault on your pussy until your legs were shaking over his shoulders, you were so close to coming when he pulled away. You whined at the loss and sat up, grabbing at him without even thinking.

“You’re not getting it that easily sweetheart.” He said as he rubbed your thighs, his beard glistening with your arousal. You gasped, the throbbing between your legs almost painful. You tried to close your legs but he held them open forcefully.

“Do it again.” You whimpered, “It feels so good Negan please.” His eyes darkened at the way you begged for him. His cock was impossibly hard in his jeans. He wanted to give it to you so bad but he couldn’t have you thinking you could mouth off the way you did and just get away with it.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He leaned back down and spit harshly on your cunt. You fell back against the bed with a moan.

“Fuck yeah.” You moaned, gripping his hair and rolling your hips against his face. He laughed, the vibrations running through you, only making you feel better.

“Godamn,” he gasped, still so close to you, “Can’t believe I’m the first guy to taste this sweet pussy.”

He dipped his tongue into your hole, curling it, fucking up into you. You let out the most beautiful moan when he did that, full of desperation. It only fueled him further, he rubbed your clit quickly with his fingers as he licked and sucked on your walls. 

You gasped and cried, riding his tongue as he guided your hips with a vice grip. The pleasure was so intense, tears started to spring to your eyes. You could feel the pressure of your release building within you and you gripped Negan harder as you felt yourself approaching the edge. 

Suddenly, he pulled his tongue out of you, leaving you a moaning crying mess.

“Negan” You whined and fisted the sheets, tears beginning to spill down your face.

“Fuck.” He laughed, kissing up your cunt until he reached your clit before pulling away entirely, “She tastes so fucking good.”

His words had you in a tailspin. You forgot about everything: the terrible things you’ve had to do for your survival, all that you’ve lost, the horrific things you’ve seen Negan do. None of it mattered, all that mattered was how fucking good his tongue felt in your pussy. 

“Negan.” You gasped, sitting up and grabbing his shoulders, desperately, “Why aren’t you letting me come?”

He chuckled cruelly at your wrecked expression, tears streaming down your face from the two orgasms he’d already denied you.

“You know why sweetheart,” He murmured as he ran his thumb along your cheekbone, collecting some of the tears on your face with it, “I can’t let you come ‘till I’m sure you learned your lesson.” 

“Please.” You whined, “Give it to me please, I want it so bad.” You gasped and let one of your hands run down his body, cupping his hard length through his pants. Your eyes widened as you felt how big he was, meeting his smug expression as he watched your reaction. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish baby.” 

You shook your head almost violently and, before you could stop yourself, you reached for his belt, pulling him closer to you and making him grunt.

“I want it.” You said, your lips brushing against his. You shocked yourself, you were usually strong and hid your true feelings but this man brought out something primal in you. You were still chasing those orgasms he’d ripped away from you. Your pussy throbbed painfully and you were willing to do anything to get that release.

“You got to taste me.” You slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. You slipped your hand under his waistband and found his cock, running your hand up and down his shaft.

 “You wanna suck my cock, sweetheart?” He murmured, looking down at you through hooded eyes.

You bit your lip and nodded, your eyes desperate as you looked at him through wet eyelashes.

“I’m gonna need you on your knees then.” He said lowly. 

You shakily got to the ground, your knees resting on the cold floor. He stood, looking down at you, satisfied with your obedience.

“Fuck you look real pretty like this.” He sighed, “Right where you fucking belong.”

You freed his cock from his pants and ran your hand up and down his shaft, feeling how painfully hard he was. He was thick and long with precum already leaking from his tip.

You couldn’t help but think how it was fitting that Negan’s dick would be just as sexy and intimidating as he was.

“You gonna suck my dick or what?” His voice was laced with amusement at you gawking at him.

“Sorry.” You mumbled and covered the plush tip of his cock with your lips, sucking softly as you eased yourself down his length.

“It’s ok baby.” He sighed, “I’ve got a nice dick, can’t blame you for staring.”

You rolled your eyes as you took more of him into your mouth. He was as egotistical as always but you couldn’t even blame him at this point. He had equipment worth bragging about.

You focused on him as you bobbed your head up and down rhythmically, stroking the length that couldn’t fit inside your mouth with your hand.

He threw his head back and rested his hands on the back of your head as you slipped his dick in and out of your mouth

“Fuck” he moaned lowly, “You love suckin cock don’t you.”

You hummed around his length as you enthusiastically bobbed your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks to make the feeling more intense.

His hips jutted up and his cock slid further down your throat, gagging you.

“Yeah? You like that?” He began to move his hips more, fucking into your mouth, “You like choking on my fucking cock?”

You couldn’t even respond, you just made obscene noises as you gagged around him, letting him use you.

You reached an almost meditative state while your tongue ran along the veins of his cock. Choking every time the huge head of it hit the back of your throat. You just let go, let him have control. You didn’t think about anything else, all your senses were filled by him. It felt so good to just forget about everything, nothing mattered at this point except pleasing Negan.

-

Even though you were more than willing to swallow his cum, he insisted on stopping and pulling you up to the bed again. After pulling his pants all the way off, he had you straddling his lap, his dick running along the wet lips of your pussy.

“Come on,” he said huskily in your ear, his breath hitting your neck, “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Want it so bad please.” You whined immediately, your pathetic desperation making him chuckle lowly.

“I’ll be good for you.” You looked up at him, your lips still puffy from when you’d sucked him off, your eyes red and hair messy.

Negan decided he really liked how you looked when you were drunk off his cock.

“Fuck me, please.” You bit your lip and batted your eyelashes just for good measure.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He murmured, cupping your face in his hand, “Just gotta ask you one question.”

You watched as his expression darkened and he moved the hand that was so lovingly holding your cheek down under your jaw. He started squeezing your neck, the sensation made your head spin.

“Who are you?”

You gasped as his long fingers dug into the soft skin of your neck. You relaxed back onto his bed, the feeling of him surrounding you.

Watching him through hooded, tear stained eyes, the lighting in the room softened. A glow of light surrounded him, making him look like some sort of god.

“I’m Negan.” You sighed, rocking your hips against his dick, loving the way he felt up against you.

“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear and filled you up in one thrust, making you gasp and dig your fingernails into his back.

“Oh my God.” It came out in a broken whine as he stretched you, impaling you on his cock.

He groaned lowly in your ear as he started to thrust in and out of you. “You’re fucking tight baby.”

You could only respond with moans as he started to fuck you faster, hitting deep inside of you. You held onto him for dear life as he fucked your brains out, holding onto your hips so hard you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow.

You didn’t care, you loved how rough he was. You loved the urgency and power of his thrusts as he fucked deeper into you than you thought possible. You loved how his fingers felt digging into your ass, you needed more.

“Negan,” You managed in between moans, “H-hurt me. Please”

His eyes lit up and he put his hand around your throat again, making you clench around his cock.

“You like gettin’ hurt don’t you darlin’” he said softly against your temple, you could tell he was smiling.

He pulled out of you and flipped you over, slipping back into you easily.

“You really want it to hurt?” He started pounding into you impossibly hard, hitting your g spot over and over again.

“Oh my god-oh my god.” You moaned over and over again, reaching behind you to grab onto some part of him.

He pulled you up against his chest and wrapped a rough hand around your neck for the third time, fucking up into you at a punishing pace. He felt unbelievably good inside of you, you felt yourself hurtling to the edge quickly. Your legs started shaking as you got close.

“Negan.” You whined as he let you back down on the bed, “I’m-oh fuck.”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence because you were already coming.

“Good fucking girl.” He moaned as he pulled you back on his dick roughly, “Come on my fucking cock, just like that.”

You whimpered at his praise, you were so glad that he was satisfied with you. You’d taken your punishment so well. And now you were being so good for him, letting him fuck you as hard as he wanted.

His thrusts started to get sloppier and you could tell he was chasing his own orgasm. Your heart pounded with anticipation.

“You close baby?” You heard it tumble past your own lips. You surprised yourself, you’d always felt stupid when you tried to talk dirty but it felt natural with Negan.

“Fuck yeah.” He moaned, grabbing your ass.

“I want your cum so bad.” You moaned, feeling your pussy throb around him as you felt another orgasm building up in your stomach.

Your words only spurred him further, fucking you viciously as he sent you over the edge again. This time he let go with you, moaning loudly into your hair as he came deep inside of you. Your body shuddered as you felt the way his warm seed coated your walls, you’d never felt that before and it was amazing.

You sat there for a moment, him still inside of you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your spine before slowly pulling out of you. You let yourself go limp against the mattress.

You laid there trying to catch your breath, unable to move, unable to talk, filled with his cum.

You looked up at him and he smiled at you, his tatted chest heaving. He leaned forward, over your body.

“Now that.” He whispered pointing at you, “Is the look I wanted see.”

-

He flopped down next to you on his bed, not bothering to clean his spend off of you. He sighed as he reached into the table next to him, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

He let out a little moan of satisfaction as he took a drag and blew the smoke out. The smell surrounded you and you were suddenly transported back to high school, back to when everything was normal.

Memories of you and your friends sneaking out of class to smoke cigarettes under the bleachers flooded your mind. It smelled like before, like safety. You quickly reached over to take the cigarette from him without even thinking.

He slapped your hand as your fingers brushed his wrist,

“Ah-use your fuckin manners.” He scolded you, but the corner of his mouth pulled up a little.

“Please?” You rested your head on his chest, batting your eyelashes up at him again. He smiled and brought the cigarette to your lips, letting you inhale some smoke.

Hesitantly, you snuggled further into his chest, tentatively wrapping an arm around his waist. He didn’t stop you, just put an arm around your shoulders and took another drag from his cigarette.

You sighed as you lay against him. Maybe it was the aftermath of your orgasms but for the first time in years you were feeling content and safe. You focused on the way his chest moved under you, the way his rough fingertips caressed your lips as he let you take another drag from his cigarette. Everything just stood still, and you felt okay.

You tried not to think about the gravity of the situation. You had done what you promised yourself you wouldn't, and it had been better than you ever could've imagined.

You knew it and he knew it: you were his now.

~

I knew it was wrong

I’m beyond it

I tried to be strong

But I lost it

A/N: hehehehe hope y’all liked this. sorry it ended up being so long I just kind of went with a length and flow that felt right. Negan’s just so hot I just needed to include everything sex-wise teehee. Also he needed to eat some pussy like…he’s a piece of shit so he has a lot to make up for. Ik there isn’t really aftercare besides him j letting her chill with him but who knowssss maybe I’ll write more Negan fluff in the future. I’m j obsessed w him and I wanna be his little whore HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA OK BYE

[hbyrde36]

STWG Daily Drabble 2/1/24

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @hitlikehammers who chose today's prompt. This one is for YOU!

Prompt: “I Couldn’t Lose You”

Set in post season 4, angst w/ a happy ending

featuring S3/4 Secret Situationship Steddie - post breakup

Rating: G | WC: 1407 | Ao3 link

“I Couldn’t Lose You”

Eddie opened the door. 

It was a reflex, really. 

Someone rings the bell, you answer the door. It’s an ingrained behavior, unconsciously done. 

He didn’t think about the fact that he wasn’t expecting anyone, or that it was past midnight and a decidedly odd time for unexpected visitors. In his defense, he didn’t know the simple act of opening his door would mean stepping into the past, and facing down the worst heartbreak of his life head-on after running away to another State to avoid it. 

“Oh.” Eddie gasped, the sound seeming to echo as the man on the other side of the doorway sucked in his own sharp breath. 

Pain lanced through his chest as he set eyes on Steve Harrington. The man he loved, who he hadn’t seen in over two years.

“It’s really you.” Steve said, blinking hard as if he couldn't believe his eyes. “I didn’t… I knocked on so many doors. I didn’t know your apartment number and–”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie interrupted, aiming for a bored disinterested tone, but the words came out a little too breathless to pull it off. 

He couldn’t help it. The only thing keeping him upright just then was the death grip he had on the doorframe.

What was Steve doing here? Eddie figured he and Nancy would have been halfway to the altar by now, if not already there.

“I…” Steve trailed off, dropping his gaze to the floor. He gave a wry huff of laughter and shook his head before looking back up with guarded eyes. “Just answer me one question, and I'll never bother you again.” 

“Fine.”

Eddie’s heart was pounding so loudly in his chest he was sure the other man could hear it. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to stand here and look at Steve’s unfairly pretty face and remember. It’d taken him so long to forget, to be okay after… after. 

“Why did you run?” Steve asked.

“I didn’t run. I moved.”

Steve scoffed. “Eddie, you snuck out in the middle of the night. We were both barely healed and I- I woke up and you were just gone. I went to your place and Wayne told me you’d packed your shit up in the van and left. No explanation, no note, nothing!”

Eddie shrugged. “I needed a change of scenery.”

“You could have told me!” 

“I couldn’t.”

“Bullshit.” Steve spat, his eyes beginning to shimmer with anger. “It was like you died, Eddie! One day you were there and the next you were gone without a trace. No number to call, no forwarding address.”

“Wayne knew where I was.”

Steve shook his head, expression hardening. “It was like you fucking died! And I don’t… I just need to know why.”

Eddie deflated. Any chance of keeping his aloof demeanor intact was gone under the weight of Steve’s gaze. What was the point anyway? He might as well tell him the truth. Maybe then he would leave Eddie alone to begin the process of picking up the pieces of his shattered heart all over again. 

“I couldn’t lose you.” Eddie began with a sigh. “I couldn’t stand the idea of losing you, so I left.”

Steve furrowed his brow. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know. Trust me, I know. But after all that shit in the Winnebago with you and Nancy, I couldn’t just sit around and watch her take you from me. I thought If I left first, it wouldn’t hurt so much. I know that’s fucked up of me to say, as if you were ever mine to begin with, but–”

“I was.”

Eddie gulped, shaking his head reflexively. “No.” He breathed. 

Steve's face softened and he reached out, cupping Eddie's cheek with an almost painful tenderness. “I was yours, Eddie, and I thought you were mine– or at least I wanted you to be. Looks like maybe I should have been more clear about that.”

“Then why did you say those things to her, about an R.V. and wanting six kids, and–”

“Jesus, is that what this has all been about?” Steve asked, dropping his hand from Eddie’s face and crossing his arms over his chest. 

“There was also the eye-fucking.”

“Eddie.”

Eddie threw his hands up. “What was I supposed to think?! Here I was, falling head over heels in love with you, and the whole time you were dreaming about fucking off to Yellowstone or whatever with some picture perfect wife and your brood of equally picture-perfect children, like some non-musical version of the fucking Partridge family. Admit it, I was a detour. A glorified speed bump on your way to the life you actually wanted.”

“Baby-”

Eddie flinched hard at the use of the nickname, stumbling backwards out of Steve's reach. Horrifyingly he could feel tears stinging at the corner of his eyes. Even more horrifying was the fact that Steve was following him into the apartment and shutting the door. Hadn’t he done enough, now he had to literally invade Eddie’s home?

“Baby, please-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Fine. I-”

“Why are you still here? You got your answer. I don’t know what you needed it for but you can go back to your life with little miss perfect now.”

Eddie staggered to the couch, knowing if he didn’t sit soon his shaking legs would betray him. He pulled a throw pillow to his chest, hugging it tightly as he rested his chin on it. 

Steve crouched down in front of him, but Eddie studiously ignored his gaze. 

“What are you talking about? Nancy?”

“Or whoever the current little miss perfect is. I know you’re not picky.”

“Ouch.” Steve said, though not like the barb had actually stung. He reached out towards Eddie’s knee, moving slowly to give him every opportunity to protest.

He didn’t.

”There is no little miss perfect.” Steve said softly.

Eddie whined involuntarily. Squeezing the pillow tighter and tighter to his chest. 

“It was true, what I said to Nancy in the RV. I did always have that dream. The part I didn’t get to say, because we were a little busy at the time, the part I would have told you if you’d asked me about it, is how the dream had changed. When you and I became, whatever we were back then, the dream became less about having 6 little Harringtons, and more about the person in the passenger seat. The one I really wanted to share my life with, the family we might build together by adopting our own kids some day, or the family we found with the little brats I can't seem to get rid of even though they’re about to graduate high school.”

Steve knelt down in front of Eddie more solidly, gently prying the pillow out of his iron grip. Eddie let it go. His eyes were locked on Steve’s as he let everything that was just said to him sink in.

“Say something, please.” Steve begged, taking both of Eddie’s hands in his. 

“Is it still me?” Eddie croaked out, his throat tight as he fought not to cry. “In the passenger seat– is it still me, or did I fuck everything up?”

Steve smiled broadly, a few tears of his own escaping his eyes to roll down his cheeks. “I’ve been looking for you, all this time. I love you. Of course it’s still you, baby.”

Eddie surged forward, crashing his mouth into Steve’s. Their lips slotted together perfectly, just as they always had, as if no time had passed at all. Eddie threw his arms over Steve’s shoulders, pulling him close, as Steve wound his hands up into Eddie's hair, gently tugging. 

They parted only when they had to, or else risk passing out from lack of oxygen. Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s while they both caught their breath.

“I love you too… still… always. In case that wasn’t clear.” 

Steve snorted the most unattractive laugh imaginable, but it was music to Eddie’s ears. He hadn’t heard that sound in far too long, and it warmed his heart almost as much as the kiss to know he’d caused it.

“I don’t know, Eds. I think you might have to show me again.”

Eddie was happy to comply.

He grinned, leaning in for another deep lingering kiss. 

Thank you @penny00dreadful beloved friend and beta!

[rafedaddy01]

Warnings: smut, dominance, jealousy, punishment, oral fem receiving, overstim, choking, name calling, language, 18+

Not proof read

Every year I’d come visit obx in the summer and stay with my grandparents. They lived on the rich side of town and I got mixed in with a bad group of friends, I’d gotten into a bad coke addiction and every time I’d get high with Rafe we’d end up hooking up. I didn’t mind it and neither did he, we both agreed to not let feelings get in the way and it’d be a friends with benefits thing. But when I was getting to close to kelce at the party that night I felt Rafes eyes searing into mine as my hand laid on kelces thigh, his lips pressed into my ears whispering dirty things as I giggled at the thoughts. I knew Rafe was jealous, it was written all over his face. The way his jaw clenched and his eyes grew dark, fists balled up ready to hit something or someone. “Y/n. Come with me. NOW!” He said sternly. “Yo. What’s your deal Cameron” kelce spoke up. “It’s okay, I’ll be back” i said reassuring kelce everything was fine, but i most definitely knew i wouldn’t be coming back, Rafe was about to plow into me and i probably wouldn’t be able to walk like usual. I liked when he’d get dominate over me but tonight I didn’t know I pushed him over the edge. Rafe had started to develop feelings for me that I wasn’t aware of and he wasn’t either until he saw you getting cozy with one of his best friends. “What the fuck do you think your doing” he spoke once we both entered his room. “What? I can’t talk to other guys. I thought we agreed this was just casual sex. I’m not yours Rafe” I said rolling my eyes at him. He came up to me and gripped my throat harshly. “Rafe!” I gasped trying to catch my breath as he peered into my brown irises, his however went from blue to black, filled with rage and lust. “You need me to remind you who you belong too?” He clicked his tongue throwing me on the bed harshly. “Strip” he instructed. I scoffed at his words “I’m not fucking you cameron”.

“I said strip” he spoke so calmly it sent shivers down my spine. I knew I was pushing his buttons and agitating him more, I removed my clothes as he watched very piece of item removed and tossed on the ground. “Now spread those pretty legs for me and touch yourself. You wanna act like a slut you get treated like one” he said taking a seat at the desk chair that sat in the corner. I was shocked at what he was asking me to do, I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone and the thought of it made me nervous, butterflies imploding in my stomach. “Rafe….. I can’t do that. To embarrassing…..” I spoke as my cheeks flusheded bright pink. “Don’t make me come over there y/n” as the threat left his lips I peeled my legs open and started toying with the sensitive bud, circling it with the pads of my fingers. “Keep your eyes on mine” he said unbuckling his belt and pulling his pre cum covered cock out, stroking it as I shifted my eyes on his and increased my motions. “Fuckkkkk” he hissed as I insetted one finger in my hole, eyes never leaving his. His eyes darted down to were my thrusts became faster, adding a second finger, curving them into a c shape. “Shit Rafe- please- please touch me” I moaned trying to keep my body from falling against the bed. “No, your gonna keep touching yourself until you cum, and then maybe I’ll reward you” he spat harshly as he continued his movements on his cock. I kept pumping myself as my eyes threatened to close as I was so close to cumming, the core in my lower stomach tightening. He reminded me to keep looking at him. It was so hot watching him jerk himself off to me masturbating. My mouth made an o-shape as I moaned his name, pussy clenching my skinny fingers desperately wishing it was his or his lengthy cock, but this would do. “Fuck fuck fuck” he said as his seed spilled in his hand and I laid limp on the bed. To focused on coming down from my high I didn’t hear Rafe move over to me until I felt his tongue lapping at my senses I’ve area “Rafe! To sensitive” I cried as he pushed his face deeper causing me to fall back onto the bed crushing his head begween my legs. I came a second time before pushing him away. “I’m not done with you yet” he spoke ripping his shirt off and slamming into me, overstimulation washing over me as I screamed his name. “Your mine, don’t ever think you can fuck anybody else” he grunted as his balls smacked against my ass, I was already so close to a third orgasm as he slapped my face hard bringing me back to reality. “Watch me as I make you cum” he said thrusting into me harder. I was so turned on, getting wetter with each of his thrust making it easier for him to pump his full cock into me. “Fuck Rafe” I whimpered as he smirked loving me in this fucked out state. “So full of my cock, who can make you feel this good pretty girl” when i didn’t answer he pinched my clit making me cry out in pleasure and pain. “You-y-ou Rafe….. only y-oh you daddy” I struggled to get out. “That’s right. You gunna cum for me again” he asked as I felt his cock twitch in me, close to his release as well. “Yes! Oh god yes!” I moaned arching my back pushing myself further on his cock. “Give it to me baby” he grunted as my eyes fluttered shut and I came harder than before. “Shit, so hot” he said pulling out and watching the white rim of your mixed juices on the base of his cock.

[piratefishmama]

Crossing The Line | Part 4

“What the fuck is that?” Was Robins immediate question as Steve donned a pair of sunglasses and a cap just before disembarking the plane.

“My disguise.”

“Your disguise?”

“Yeah, y’know. Fans an stuff.”

“...Steve. Steven. I’m always here to keep you humble, you know this, so I say this with an immense amount of—”

“Robin do you remember the JFK incident? Not the president don’t be a shit, I mean the airport and you know it.” The JFK incident being a single fan who got ONE photo of him walking through the terminal and boom, paparazzi everywhere, it was as though they’d just emerged from the walls.

‘What are you doing in New York?’

‘Are you visiting anyone special this Christmas?’

‘When are you releasing new music?’

‘Will you be attending any events here in the city?’

‘Who are you wearing right now?’

‘STEVE SIGN MY TI—’

It was always chaos. “Yeah yeah you got to sign an impressive set of double D’s, woe is you. I can see your moles Steve, that isn’t going to fool anyone with eyes.” Sure his signature head of hair was covered but the moles were as good a sign as any when it came to eagle eyed Airport celeb spotters.

“Sign an impressive— my ass was grabbed more times than I could count! I had hand sized bruises Robin!” He bruised like a peach and people in crowds were grabby. “I lost my favourite sunglasses.” The cheap pair he’d grabbed from the gas station after his first real paycheque cleared. “These cover my hair and my eyes, I can’t cover anything else.” He didn’t have the resources to pull a full face of SFX to hide himself.

“Aww poor baby, okay. At least put this on.” She pulled the scarf from her neck and wrapped it around his, it wouldn’t do much, but it’d cover the vampire bite moles he’d shown off on one of his early album covers.

“Great I look like a twenty-ten hipster.” It wasn’t even scarf weather. “All I need is a bullshit moustache.”

“Better than the local weirdo at a kids playground.”

“Oh my god, is that Steve Harrington?!”

“Shit.”

“Rest in pieces, sis”

“Robin get back here!”

There was a subtle art in getting away from paparazzi and fans alike, an art cultivated from being chased by them since he was nine. It involved fake plants, bathrooms, and Robins impressive gallery of ‘fake fan photos’. All it took was a photo whizzed over the internet through Robins ‘fan’ account, an account which used one of their regular makeup girls photos as a cover (agreed to, of course) to act as a ‘fan’ of Steve Harrington.

“How come nobody TOLD ME Steve Harrington was going to be flying out of Indy today?!” Captioned above a photo from two years prior that Robin took from a distance at that very airport for that very reason.

It took all of five minutes for the hoard to dispel, hurrying as fast as they could to as far as the airport staff would allow them to go, but Robin and Steve were once again free to get their asses out of that airport and into an Uber before anyone else could spot them.

“Okay, battle plan. I got us a twin room at the—"

“Don’t say Conrad.”

“What’s wrong with the Conrad?”

“It’s… bougee. It’s like the only five star in Indy, he already probably thinks I’m the worst, a nice four star would be fine, and a twin room? Robin how the hell am I supposed to woo a guy and bring him back to the hotel if we’re sharing a room?”

“First of all, I think you’re super overestimating your level of game right now to think that you’d just be able to go from wooing to the hotel room in one sweep this guy seems like highkey mom’s basement dwelling virgin, dude probably scampers, second, we don’t even know if he enjoys the male form, and third... honestly I’m expecting you to strike out so we can have a sleepover with facemasks and chocolates. But fine, fine, what hotel would you like?” Robin passed him her phone with the booking app already loaded.

“Your faith in me is truly what gets me through my days, Robin.” He was choosing to ignore the panic inducing idea of what if he isn’t even into guys?!

“I aim to please.”

“What about an apartment? See there’s one here, two double bedrooms, four star rating, we can book now and grab the keys at reception.”

“Fine, fine, you’re making all the food though, since you’ve robbed me of my five star room service.”

“I’m cool with that.” A few buttons pressed, details auto filled, booking complete. Indianapolis, here they come!

Part 6

[skreebs]

Thinking about the ableism toward Jouno in the BSD fandom and it genuinely pisses me off so badly I want to hit people. I’ll be perusing the tag and looking at stuff and then I’ll see some random pop ups for AO3 and get shit like this

Now I don’t 100% know the context of this screenshot, for all I know this fic could be about him before he lost his sight, but either way it got me thinking and thinking got me angry and being angry means i need to complain. Jouno is already pretty shit blind rep, I’ll be honest. He’s the basic stereotype of “blind character has super senses because they’re blind” but can we give blind people literally ANYTHING else??? jesus christ. I’m pissed how BSD writes his blindness so as per usual I had to attempt to fix all of that myself, but attempting to fix it and removing it entirely are NOT the same and one is VERY MUCH SO WORSE. Again, not talking about this fic specifically but other ones I’ve seen that do this, or those “Jouno if he could see” edits. Spoiler alert, blind people can open their eyes.

I dont know why BSD and every other piece of media is so adamant on not giving visually impaired and blind characters white canes and just giving them "super senses" to get around it. It’s incredibly stupid and abelist to portray stuff like this. Disabilities are not super powers and thank GOD they didnt make that his ability but they still gave him that aspect and I guess it can be excused with SOME lore stuff like maybe he got really good senses from his surgeries but it just sucks that it happened that way at all? And then they don't even touch on how horrible having incredibly hightened senses to the point you can HEAR blood would be?? can you imagine hearing everyone internal organs around you 24/7 EVERYDAY? No one talks about that at all. That would be so fucking overwhelming its genuinely insane. Jouno is such a dear character to me, but genuinely when I remember him in canon without any of my headcanon explinations it’s just really sad that all I can say about him as representation is "well.. it could be worse".

I know there’s going to be at least one person saying “theres good blind rep in other shows though!!” Yes! I know! I’m super glad about that! But ignoring the bad ones doesn’t help much. You need to point out the issues to get good results. Recently, and by recently I mean about 17 hours ago, I watched/listened to the first episode of Daredevil, once with audio descriptions, and then after I watched without AD and had captions. I’m super glad that things are more commonly getting AD—it’d be a bit pathetic if the show with a blind main character was not accessible to blind people—but even with Daredevil, Matt still falls a bit into this stereotype.

Don’t get me wrong, seeing a character with a white cane has me absolutely elated, but from the single episode I’ve seen and what I’ve heard, he apparently also has some sort of super senses, and I know in the first episode he can hear heartbeats. I think super senses as a power is fine, but it’s just the fact they always give it to the blind characters. I, myself, am not blind, nor am I really visually impaired, I just wear glasses. However, as someone with a special interest in disabilities and also as someone that is disabled in other ways, seeing disabled rep fall into stereotypes over and over just really bums me out sometimes.

I think Daredevil is great so far from this one episode, I’ll probably be looking at more of it, but that is definitely just one gripe I have with it. I think Charlie Cox putting a bunch of effort into the role with the method acting and talking to people in the blind community and just all of that is amazing, I love to see that in anything, it’s just urrghh that it’s so hard to find a blind character that doesn’t have some kind of insane superpower senses with things. It reminds me of when characters with autism are so frequently portrayed as geniuses or their autism is only acceptable if it helps the neurotypical cast with “gadgets” or something. I dunno. Hard to explain, it’s 11 at night and I’m tired. Just don’t be ableist in any fandom or in real life. I shouldn’t have to even point out why this shit is disgraceful.

[fruit-of-infidelity]

⚰︎ DIABOLIK LOVERS SKiT Dolce Tokuten Drama CD: “Trick or Treat(ment)” ⚰︎

Japanese Title: トリック・オア・トリート(メント)

CV: Takehiro Kou, Kaji Yuki, & Takashi Kondō (briefly ft. the other Sakamaki's too)

Audio Available: N/A

Author Note: This is another Halloween Drama CD especially for the spooky season, except this one is a little more fun rather than spooky. Like always with these group dramas, there is no audio available. But, I hope you enjoy it all the same!! I'd love to hear feedback/thoughts on this, since it's been a while since I focused solely on Drama CDs!

― The scene begins in the Sakamaki manor. ―

Subaru: Where’d the hell that girl go?

Heh, you hidin’ on me? Fine, I’ll play ball, just this once… Tonight’s all about spooks, so what’s a little hide and seek?

Kanato: Cut it out. You’re being awfully noisy.

Subaru: Hah?

Kanato: Don’t act like you didn’t hear me, please. I hate repeating myself… Even Teddy says you are making a ruckus.

Subaru: Whatever… Don’t blame me for it. I wouldn’t be havin’ to make a sound if that woman would hurry up and show herself.

…Oi, reckon you have any idea where she wound up?

Kanato: That annoying person? It seems she decided to shut herself in her room.

Subaru: Just in here? I should’ve known.

― He tries the door. ―

Huh?

Fuck… The hell did you go locking the door on me for!? Not like there’s anythin’ to barge in on, you know!

― Footsteps approach. ―

Ryuuto: Have you considered she might be avoiding the likes of you for a change?

Subaru: Haah!? Ryuuto…?

Looks like Halloween came early...

Ryuuto: Mutter under your breath all you’d like. You’re simply putting your immaturity on full display, like a peacock showing off its feathers.

If she is avoiding you… Well, I – for one – think it is about time some sense was knocked into her. You can be nothing but a bad influence on her.

Subaru: Bastard… You’re one to talk!

Kanato: Who was it that let you in to our house, Ryuuto? I thought this place was off limits to your side of the family?

Ryuuto: I let myself in.

Besides, you must be mistaken if you think a verbal warning is enough to scare me off. Pitch a sign outside in protest, next time, fufu.

Kanato: …Hehe, maybe you’re right, Teddy. Maybe pitching his head on a spike, instead, would make a better solution.

Subaru: It’d make for a much better Halloween decoration, that’s for sure.

― Subaru and Kanato laugh amongst themselves. ―

Ryuuto: Har. Har. How very funny.

Anyhow, please clear off, won’t you? I am here for that person, alone, and would rather not have my evening ruined by the “Sakamaki babies”*.

　　*The Japanese here would ideally be “―逆巻のねんね”; Not only is Ryuuto calling them childish and immature, but he is also using baby-talk whilst doing so to be condescending lol.

Kanato: What did you call me!? A “baby”…!?

Subaru: You say that shit again, and this place’ll soon be a real haunted house!!

Ryuuto: Oh dear, what a foul mood you are both in all of a sudden. It would appear you babies are teething*, too. Fufufu.

　　*Again, Ryuuto is being condescending as they’re younger than him, about to throw a tantrum, and – as all the Diaboys like to bare their teeth/threaten to bite when angry – teething is a play on them being “babies” as well as Vampires lol.

Subaru: You piece of…!

― Suddenly the door opens, with you rushing out to stop the fight! ―

Ryuuto: “Stop”? Fufu, you think I am frightened by―― Gaah!?

Subaru: Th-The fuck!? Gh-Ghost!?

Kanato: Waah!?

― You question what’s wrong. ―

Ryuuto: …!? It’s just you!?

― You apologise. ―

Subaru: “Thought you were a ghost”? F-Fuck off, I wasn’t spooked…

Ryuuto: You can’t expect us to not be startled, when you come walking out unannounced covered in something so strange.

Kanato: E-Eh? You mean…

It’s just that person, under that… that ectoplasm?

― You laugh and explain. ―

“A face mask” is what all that slime on your face is? How is putting something that looks so disgusting all over your face relaxing?

Ryuuto: They aren’t uncommon when it comes to skincare; Women tend to love the moisture and glow they give the face, after all.

Aren’t you supposed to have cucumbers to go along with this too?

Kanato: Like those over there you mean? Like a spa treatment…

Subaru: Pah… Since when did you care about “skincare”, anyway?

Ryuuto: Don’t sound so revolted, Subaru. I’m sure you could learn a thing or two about taking care of yourself from this woman.

Subaru: What’s that supposed to mean!?

― You ask them to calm down. ―

Kanato: …Sniff, sniff. Smells of… honey?

― You explain it’s a homemade face mask. ―

Kanato: It’s “homemade”? From fresh ingredient we had lying around in the kitchen?

Hey, is this really just an excuse to make yourself into a ready-to-eat meal for me? Hehe, you smell too good to not eat.

Subaru: Honey? You mean…

― Kanato licks your face. ―

Kanato: Mm… and strawberries.

Ryuuto: What do you think you’re doing? Don’t be so inconsiderate.

― You thank Ryuuto. ―

You think I was telling him off for your sake? Fufu, not at all… It’s simply disgusting to see what belongs to you be eaten up by someone else.

Subaru: Guess you’re not gonna like this then?

― Subaru also licks your face. ―

…You weren’t kiddin’, huh? It’s really strawberry, and all that stuff.

― You insist they stop! ―

Ryuuto: Exactly, face masks aren’t for eating.

Subaru: Maybe not. But, she is.

Kanato: I wouldn’t mind another taste, please.

Ryuuto: Tut.

You there, they’re going to make their stomachs sore, if you keep enticing them like this. Then this “Halloween” you have been so eager for will be ruined.

― You come up with an idea. ―

…You want us to try these face masks too?

Subaru: You mean… smearin’ this crap all over our faces?

Kanato: Are you saying our skin needs some kind of treatment? Mine is as soft as ever, you know!

…Although, with how sweet this stuff is smelling…

Ryuuto: I don’t know about you two, but I suppose it might make for quite the relaxing evening, if we were to give it a go, as well...

Fufu. Cucumber-eyes and all.

Subaru: I thought the point of all this was to make her look ridiculous.

Kanato: If we participate, does this mean we can eat it, when we’re done?

― You suppose so. ―

Then, I’ll have to give it a go as well. Heheh…

Please do mine first, before these other two. And be very generous with how much you put on.

Ryuuto: Remind me, you made this yourself? Well, it would be careless to not give it a good go, wouldn’t it?

Perhaps I ought to entrust my painting palette to you more often; You seem to mix rather pleasant colours.

Subaru: …Huh? What are you lookin’ at me for?

…Tsk, if everyone is doing it, i-it’d be a waste to not use to all up, I guess? Only ‘cause you went to the effort of makin’ so much!

Fine… Count me in.

― Timeskip. ―

Ryuuto: Haa… This has turned out to be rather relaxing, after all. With the lights off like this, the moonlight on my skin feels extra rejuvenating.

Subaru: Feels like I’ve shoved my face into mud… It’s caked all over…

Kanato: Mm… Please top mine up. It’s dribbling right into my mouth; I have no choice but to lick it off.

― You tell them to be careful. ―

Ryuuto: I’m not going to spill any onto your bedsheets, whilst sat here, don’t fret.

Although, I cannot speak for all of us…

― You top them up with cucumber eyes now. ―

Kanato: Why are you laughing all of a sudden?

Ryuuto: Why, indeed? It was your idea for the cucumber-eyes, Pet. Don’t tell me you are going to make us regret letting you pamper us?

Subaru: …Oi.

I wonder if you could do this sorta stuff with blood, you know? Wouldn’t that be just as refreshin’?

Kanato: Are you suggesting we should try that next time?

Subaru: Somethin’ like that, heh.

Ryuuto: Say, when the time comes… You will wash this off our face too, won’t you? After all, we’re in your care, tonight.

Kanato: Yes, return the favour; Lick mine off my face.

Make sure you end at my lips, though. That way, I’ll be able to finish my treatment with a final taste of the mask, hehe.

― You refuse. ―

Subaru: Hah? “No”? You’re gonna make us wash it off ourselves?

You’re really a pain in the ass sometimes, just c’mere instead――

― Subaru grabs hold of you. ―

Quit screamin’.

Fuck stumblin’ my way to the bathroom to wash it off, using you as a washcloth’ll work just fine.

― There is a struggle. ―

Ryuuto: Good grief, you’re going to make a complete mess, Subaru!!

Kanato: Who said you can use what belongs to me like that, anyway!?

― There is more of a struggle as they all get tangled in the bedsheets. ―

Ryuuto: Hand her over, at once! If she isn’t the one to fetch a damp towel for us, then who else will be…!?

― You shout for help. ―

Laito: Nfu. Did I hear a cry for “help” from my Bitch-cha――

Eeh!?

― One by one, the other Sakamaki’s appear. ―

Reiji: What on earth is happening h――!?

Ayato: W-Woah, what the hell!?

Shuu: …Heh.

Look at that. Looks like the ghosts of this “haunted house” have come out to play this Halloween, after all…

Ayato: Whaddya mean “ghosts”!?

― You, Ryuuto, Kanato, and Subaru fall off the bed, with the bedsheets. ―

Subaru: Aargh...!!

Laito: D-Did you hear that?

Reiji: W-Wha…!? This… This can’t be…

Shuu: Hahah…

― Shuu slowly walks away. ―

Reiji: Shuu, come back!

You… Ahem, whatever this is, y-you should learn to deal with these things yourself once in a while, as the eldest, you know…!

― Reiji quickly disappears. ―

Ayato: Y-Yo, Four-Eyes! Wait up!

― Ayato, then Laito, rush after Reiji. ―

Laito: Ayato…!? Hey...!

Ryuuto: Tsk...

Who pulled down this sheet with us!?

Kanato: M-My mask!

― They finally break apart… covered in a mess of face mask. ―

Subaru: Fuck, I’m covered in it!

― You complain. ―

Kanato: “C-Covered your bed in it”!? You’re lucky you didn’t cover Teddy in it!

Ryuuto: It’s all over my clothes, and through my hair…

Subaru: I think I got some in my eye…

― You are also covered head to toe in it from the struggle. ―

Ryuuto: Tut… Seeing as you are also completely covered in it, I’ll let you take a bath with me.

Subaru: Get lost, you have your own bathroom back at your place! I’m calling shots for scrubbin’ clean first, with her.

Kanato: It was your fault for the mess in the first place! It’s only fair her and I get to wash off first!!

― You get upset. ―

Ryuuto: Forget about laundry for now, Pet.

If you want a clean body first and foremost, secure that spot alongside you in the bath for me!

Kanato: N-No, me!!

Subaru: F-Fuck… Just, someone, go already!

This stuff’s really sticky…

ーー THE END ーー

[abbatoirablaze]

Locked Up, Chapter 10

Word Count:  2.1k

Warnings:  mentions of violence, mentions of assault, riot, threats of harm/violence/death.

“Hey…”

“Yeah?” Ransom asked, his brow raised as he looked at the woman he loved. 

“Be careful in there!”

Ransom smiled, “what…you going soft on me?”

“I’ve always been soft on you, Hugh,” she whispered, pulling the inmate into a searing kiss.  Ransom sighed against her lips, letting his walls come down if only for a moment, while their lips worked together.  Just as his eyes fluttered shut, she pulled away, making sure to rest her head against his, “I’m serious.  You be okay!”

“I’m always okay…”

“Fine…be good then!”

His trademark smirk was back as he gave her a knowing glance, “when have I ever been good?”

“I love you…”

Ransom froze for a moment, surprise lacing his features.  He’d heard Viv say those words before, but normally it was in response to him acting like a brat, or doing something that was just within his personality traits.  But here, now…she was looking at him in a different way.  She was softer.  More serious as she watched him.

He wondered if Ari had told her anything about what they’d been planning to do.  He wondered if she knew anything about what was supposed to happen today. 

But he brushed the thoughts off.  When him and Ari had discussed the possibility of staging a riot, they had also talked about Viv.  About making sure that she had no idea, and could remain innocent.  They didn’t want her to be able to get into any trouble with their plans. 

Because the real plan behind staging a riot involved them killing the man that had been harassing her since she’d become a CO. 

The warden. 

“I love you too, Viv…”

“I have to go take a group of guys to the showers,” she said slowly, not really wanting to leave him alone with the warden, “but Magda will be up in a few minutes.  He just wanted to step out for a second.”

“You’re not coming back up?”

“I should be back up by the time Lee is done talking to you!”

He nodded, knowing that may not be the case. 

“You have to keep her far away from it when it happens.” Ransom said firmly as he looked at his boyfriend, “I don’t want Viv anywhere near that situation when it goes down.”

“And what about you, huh?” Ari asked as he stroked Ransom’s cheek, “what happens to you if you can’t handle yourself up there?”

“You don’t think I could handle myself against that fat fuck?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“It’s what it sounds like,” Ransom said grumpily y to his boyfriend, “it sounds like you don’t trust me to actually get the job done!”

“Hey…hey, it’s not that,” Ari said reassuringly to the younger man, “I just…I know that you’re not really a killer.  You’re not a monster like that piece of shit is.  And I don’t put it past him to fight dirty.  Especially knowing that you’re going up there to kill him, Drysdale.”

Ransom’s jaw twitched.

He hadn’t really thought much about the plan.  

Sure, he’d known that he was going to be the one to kill Lee Bodecker.  He and Ari had discussed it at length.  But it never really set in and became a real thing to him.  It’d only been a fantasy.  Never a reality.

“It’s not too late you know,” Ari said to his boyfriend in an attempt to reach out to him, “I can be the one that asks to speak to the warden.  Say that I’m the one that has information about contraband getting in.  It-It doesn’t have to be you, Hugh.”

“They’d never believe it,” Ransom said with a shake of his head, “you’d have nothing to gain by telling them what’s going on in the prison if it was you with the intel.”

“I’ve actually killed someone though, Hugh,” he said gently, “I know what it means to be responsible for taking a life…”

Ransom took a deep breath before looking at Ari again, “you don’t think I can do it?”

“I didn’t say that,” he tried once more, “just…that kind f thing.   It sticks with you, Hugh.  If you don’t think you can do it, I won’t be mad.  You know that I’d kill for you and Viv.”

“And so would I!”

“I know, baby boy!” he sighed, stroking Ransom’s face once more, “I just don’t want  you to think that it’s your responsibility!”

“It’s not yours either!” he said in a quick reply, “you just make sure Viv is safe.  I’ll make sure Bodecker is taken care of…okay?”

Ari sighed, agreeing with Ransom’s plan.  He pulled the younger man towards himself and pressed their lips together, making both men feel the sparks that they loved about their relationship.  When Ari pulled away, he was slow to pull the home made shiv from his jumpsuit, before placing it into Ransom’s hands.  Ransom’s eyes met his.

“What is this?”

“Just in case…” Ari offered as his forehead leaned against Ransom’s, “we both know that Bodecker won’t fight a clean fight…and I want you to have every advantage that you can have.  Put it in your pocket.  We both know that Viv won’t search you before she lets you into the warden’s office.”

“Okay…”

“Hugh…”

“Yeah?” Ransom asked, his eyes meeting Ari’s once more.

“I love you…”

“I love you too, Ari!”

“Why do you look so nervous?” Ransom asked, holding onto her hand as she went to turn away.  She shook her head at him, but he didn’t let it go.

“I-I just have a bad feeling about today, that’s all.”

“Everything will be fine…”

She nodded and let go of his hands, “I-I’ve been having the dream again…”

Ransom sighed.  

He knew very well about the nightmare that she’d been having in the weeks since Lee had last taken her.

“The one where there’s a riot and Bodecker kills me and Ari?”

“I-it changed,” she admitted slowly, “i-I was there.  And instead of Lee killing you, he tried to rape me.  You weren’t there…Ari burst in and killed Lee…but we couldn’t find you!”

“hey…I’m right here…”

“I know.”

“And we’re working on my case,” he reminded her, “me and you…you got Linda talking to me again.  You have her believing me…”

“Because you’re innocent.”

“That’s all because of you though…you do so much good for me…” he chuckled, “the conversation with Lee will be quick.  You’ll see.  Might even be done before you get back to the block and bring the guys to the showers.   You’ll see.”

He knew that he was lying, but he wanted, more than anything, to put her mind at ease.

“You’re right,” she sighed, “I-I just, can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen…and that dream-“

“Is just a dream!” he reminded her, cutting her off, “I talked to Linda…told her about how Bodecker was assaulting you…she’s going to talk to the gov-“

“Hugh-“

“I told her that I wanted to marry you!”

She froze, “y-you what?”

“I told Linda about everything…how we fell in love even though you’re a CO,” he said quickly, “about how you believed in me when no one else did.  About how there’s so much evidence that I didn’t do it, just glaring at them, but they wanted to believe the worst in me…and I told her about how despite how we’re treated in here you stand up for us…even when Bodecker assaulted you…”

“But you sai-“

“I said that because of all of that, I came to realize just how in love with you I was…and that I need to get out of here, because I want to marry you…”

She froze, “Hugh…”

“When I get out…I’m going to buy you a ring..show you exactly how much I’m telling the truth.”

“I believe you.”

“So…will you?” he asked gently, “I-I know that I don’t have the ring just yet and-“

“Yes!”

Ransom smiled, “you will?”

“Yes…” she nodded again, rushing him once more to pull him back against her own petite frame.   Ransom smiled, unable to stop himself, as he leaned into the kiss, “I love you Hugh!”

“I love you too, Viv,” he said before pulling away, “now…go do your rounds…and tell Ari that you said yes..”

“Ari…”

Ransom smiled, “don’t worry…we talked about it…he’s got first dibs on something else…but I told him I was going to marry you first!”

Ari smiled at her while he lathered up his body, and Viv found herself unable to look away from him.  He was teasing her.  There was no doubt about that.

“Like what you see, officer?”

“I guess you could say that,” she smiled gently at the inmate.  Ari smiled at her brazen response, “so…”

“He already did it, didn’t he?” he asked. She smiled this time, unable to keep the look off of her face, and Ari chuckled, “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“How long have the two of you been planning this?” she asked gently. 

“Oh longer than you know,” he chuckled, allowing himself to get sprayed down by the water, “did he tell you what I got dibs on?”

“No…do you want to enlighten me?”

“He gets you to take his last name,” he answered in kind, “and I…I get to create a legacy, first.”

“A legacy?”

The words sat in the air for a second, before she processed just what Ari was saying.  Her eyes widened at the implication, “Ari…are you saying-“

“Hugh and I want a future with you, Viv…that means everything.”

“But you-“

“We’ve got it worked out…we know that you stopped taking your birth control a while ago…that’s why we haven’t had sex with you…we weren’t sure whether or not that was something you wanted.”

“Of course I want that…”

He nodded, finishing the process of rinsing himself off, “good.”

But before the conversation could progress any further, the lights went out.  Everything, even down to the water turned off. She felt her chest tightening. 

The red emergency lights came on, and worry instantly flooded her, “Ari…”

“Don’t worry baby….”

A few of the inmates hurried to get their clothes on, and Viv saw another CO come into the shower room.

“Adam…what’s going on?”

“Riot!” he said quickly, before looking to the prisoners who were now mostly dressed, “All of you stay where you are.  The power went out for a minute.  And the generators are working on coming back on…”

“I’m leaving!” Inmate Barnes said firmly as he pulled on his shirt, “something’s not right!”

“I said stay where you are, inmate Barnes!” Adam said, stepping into the shower area where Barnes was glaring at him.  He pulled out his baton and Barnes took a step forward. 

Before Viv could step into the area, Ari was in front of her, keeping her away from the unfolding scene. 

“You don’t want to interrupt, baby!” he said quickly, shielding her from the view of the CO getting his head bashed in.  She jumped when she heard the sickening crack of his skull, and the squelching noise that followed, “lean into me, baby.  Block out the noise!”

Viv tried to do just that, focusing instead on Ari’s heartbeat. 

She could hear the rhythm, and while she knew he probably looked calm and collected, his heartbeat betrayed him, letting her know just how anxious he truly was. 

“It’s okay, baby…” Ari cooed, smoothing down her hair. 

“Where the hell is the other CO?”

Her eyes shot open when she heard the inmates asking about her.

“I’d tap that pretty thing into-“

“She’s Levinsons,” Barnes said briskly, shooting the other men a look, “if any of you were smart you wouldn’t waste your time on her…this might be the only shot some of you animals have at getting out of here for good.”

A few of the inmates seemed to agree with Barnes, and instead of targeting her, made their way to the door and into the hall, where the riot was starting to get loud.  Barnes looked at Viv and Levinson and Ari gripped Viv a little bit tighter, “don’t even think about it, Barnes?”

“We gonna have a problem if I leave, CO?” he asked darkly. 

Viv shook her head quickly, instead choosing to cling to Ari, and Barnes took his chance to leave. 

“Don’t be scared, Viv,” Ari encouraged, “no one is going to hurt you, baby…not so long as I’m here.”

“Ari…what about Hugh?” she asked nervously, her eyes going wide as she thought about the other person in their couple, “oh god.  He’s with Lee.  Ari, Lee will-“

“Drysdale will be fine, sweetheart!”

Her eyes shot to his, “y-you knew about this…the riot…Ari, please tell me that you and Ransom weren’t involved in it!”

“You know that I can’t say that, baby…”

Her throat went dry as she saw her boyfriend in an entirely new light, “Ari…what did you and Hugh plan to do today?”

Chapter 11

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @cjand10

[klwl-truck]

2, 7, 9, 21, 25!! You can pick either kny or Haikyuu for this idm :))

I picked kny for this one, since I don’t talk about it as much 😁👍

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

It’s hard to think of characters that I genuinely dislike in kny, since I can appreciate all of them, but I’d have to say it’s Douma for me. Idk I felt like he was over hyped, I never really liked him that much anyways and the way the fandom absolutely eviscerated his characterization dug his grave for me (SPECIFICALLY HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH AKAZA, DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW THE FANDOM FUCKED THAT UP).

9. worst part of canon

Oooh this one’s a hard one, since I like the canon story of demon slayer a lot. But i think it’d have to be the way the characters felt a little,, shallow at times?? A lot of it was just fight after fight after fight and we don’t see much about a lot of characters besides one little exposition piece in the middle of one. I mean hell, a LOT of the info we get about characters isn’t from the main manga itself but from fanbooks made by the creator, so I’ve seen it can be hard for people who aren’t big fans of the show to get what I think can be pretty important information. This is mostly me saying that I wish we got more about each of the pillars individually, since some got a shit ton of backstory and exposition while others (cough himejima cough) got basically a conversation and that’s it.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

I genuinely can’t think of anything besides maybe the animation on the part of the anime-only fandom?? And maybe mugen train (not saying it’s a bad arc, it’s just insanely overhyped oh my god)

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Oh my god I am so sick of hearing about the animation from inside and outside of the fandom. SICK. It’s either overhyped to the moon and back (sometimes for good reason I’ll give them that, the animation is good) OR it’s treated like the worst animation in the fucking world. ITS GOOD. ITS FINE. STOP COMPLAINING. NOTHING IS EVER ENOUGH FOR YOU PEOPLE SOMETIMES. They say it’s the best in anime history, but then there’s barely noticeable fish monster cgi and they think it’s the worst animation on the planet (we have the berserk anime, this ain’t nothing compared to that PLEASE). They just don’t stop complaining about every little imperfection in the animation, as if those animators aren’t likely living off a corn chip and diet soda and working 25 hours a day just to meet deadlines, like cmon you people need to be fucking nicer even when you don’t like something. (my point is, sometimes it’s good to shut up 😄)

[shortdalee]

Excerpts of some wips for WIP Wednesday under the cut.

Supernatural | turn this up on the radio | #Duck Duck Moose Verse

Adam and Bobby’s first meeting goes about as well as Dean expected. The kid doesn’t say jack squat, refusing to even look at Bobby, which’s fine as far as Dean’s concerned, the kid deserves some slack, and anyway, the silent treatment’s practically golden behavior after all the shit Bobby’s had to deal with from him and Sam as kids. But storming inside and slamming the door shut soon as Bobby tells him where his room’s at without so much as a thanks? Dean scowls at the front door. Bobby, though, only shakes his head and sighs. “Kid needs space,” he says simply like he’s a whole different person and not the gruff bastard who used to yell at Dean and Sam for pulling the same stunt. Well, he probably wouldn’t yell now, not with the situation being what it is, but Dean would’ve thought he’d at least nag. Actually, no, now that he’s actually thinking about it, he should’ve known it’d play out this way. Bobby’s rough around all the edges, but he’s always been good at reading people and good at knowing when he needs to tread careful. He cuffed Dean’s head once and never done it again after he saw Dean’s reaction. To this day, Dean doesn’t know how he reacted to make Bobby stop. It wasn’t even that hard, if he remembers right, and he doesn’t think he reacted any particular way to it. Bobby didn’t act any different afterwards, so much so that if Rufus didn’t spill the beans, he wouldn’t’ve ever noticed that Bobby never raised his hand near him again after that. “That boy’s your brother alright. He’s just like Sam was ’round his age.” Dean nods. Can’t argue with that. If anything, Sam was moodier at that age, and when his rebellious stage had hit, it’d hit hard. Dean’s only consolation is that he’s older than he was when he had to deal with a teenager the first time around and has experience besides. Here’s to hoping he doesn’t fuck it up as badly this time.

[NSFW] DC Comics | if ever I held this word | #Cordelia Move Poster Verse

“If that’s your wish, then I will grant it,” she promises. She brings her other hand up to cup the back of his neck, careful to avoid brushing up against the scar on his throat. “You did well in telling me.” Jason scoffs weakly, but before he can refute her, she tightens her grip on his neck ever so slightly. “You did well,” she repeats, this time more firmly. She waits. “I did well,” he eventually repeats, eyes casted down to her right knee. He’s tenting in his sweatpants. Artemis eyes it, thinking. The little one did so well in dredging up the courage to ask for a scene, didn’t he? He took the initiative and approached her with this new scene idea, to tell her what he wanted. So with the knowledge she’s accumulated of his preferences these past few months, collected like stolen pieces of treasures, lovingly hidden away by owners unable to bring them along, she shifts to press a foot against his crotch. The little one gasps sharply, and his body jolts, immediately wired with tension and just managing to stop himself from bucking into her foot. “And because you did well,” she continues in a softer, if almost haughtier tone, “you can come now, this once, but after this, you won’t be touching yourself again until our scene. Understood?” This time, Jason doesn’t manage to keep still, squirming in place and whining, but his hips don’t move, only receiving what he’s given. “Understood?” she demands again. “Green,” he gasps out. Then, “Please.” He’s always been so easy to rile, and Artemis is besotted enough to view it as endearing. She leans down to whisper in his ear: “You have five minutes.” He takes three.

Bleach x The Old Guard | #Death(less) Verse

Nile gasped awake as she jolted from her bed and promptly choked on air. She was shaking, she realized, her hand against her throat. She fumbled for the lamp on her bedside table, needing some sort of light on, but before she could, her door slammed open. Joe stood in the doorway, his face ashen. “Did you—” Nile nodded, her throat working under her hand. “It—” She took a steadying breath. “Please tell me you saw a monster, too.” Joe pressed his mouth into a thin line, and for a moment, Nile thought that he hadn’t, that—that she’d gone crazy or something, but then he nodded. “I was going to wake Andy and Quỳnh. Could you—” “Yeah, I’ll get Booker.” “We’ll convene in the kitchen.” Always the kitchen. Nicky was probably there, getting tea ready. This seemed like the sort of thing that called for tea. Something soothing. It took Nile a second to get her legs to work, and once she was sure they could hold her weight, she pushed herself up to her feet and headed for Booker’s room. She’d barely knocked before the door swung open. He looked terrible, sweat drenching his shirt, eyes haunted like she hadn’t seen since those days after they escaped Merrick and then again when they’d gone for him while Quỳnh had been torturing him. “Did you…?” Nile nodded. “Me and Joe dreamt it, too. A new one.” A new one who hallucinated vividly. She still remembered the feeling of being impaled, the heavy, heavy feeling of hunger and death in the air. “Joe’s getting Andy and Quỳnh, and Nicky’s—” “In the kitchen making tea,” Booker finished, dragging a hand down his face. He looked a bit more settled, a bit more human, after it.

[cipheragents]

beckett drabble set prior to the start of our beam saber campaign. original writing by me.

Everything fit snugly in the travel bag. The sum of his life, what was left of it anyway, neatly arranged to perfectly fill the 10” by 20” space. If only everything else could work out so simply. It wasn’t even particularly heavy when he picked it up and slung it over his shoulder.

A figure shifted in the dimly lit living room. His friend, and roommate of a sort for the better part of a month, turned her head to look at him. A cigarette hung out of her mouth, and the way she was poised made the whole scene look like it had jumped out of some vintage fashion and lifestyle magazine. Even her tacky flourescent orange fur-trimmed robe and clashing hot pink satin bonnet looked elegant. “What’s up, Becky? Going somewhere?” Her voice was still gravelly with drowsiness when she spoke.

“Well, I’m heading off. Flight leaves in a few hours…”

“Oh, that’s today? Shit…” She stubbed out her cigarette directly on the glass top of the coffee table (something she did quite frequently as evidenced by the several smudges of ash streaking its surface) and shuffled over to him. “I’m soooo sorry. I was certain you said next week. I wouldn’t have agreed to do that stupid brunch if I knew this was gonna the last time I saw you!” She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him into a tight embrace. Her chin rested on the top of his head. After a few long moments, he gently pulled away. “It’s alright,” he assured her. “I’d prefer to not make a big deal of it anyway.” He walked over to the couch and sat down, dropping his bag at his feet. Then he patted the seat next to him. “I don’t have to leave right this moment. I just thought it’d be easier…”

“Easier to sneak out on me before the crack of dawn like some lousy one night stand?”

“That’s not fair, I’ve definitely been here for at least a couple of weeks.” He sighed and put his head in his hands. “I just don’t want to wear out my welcome. And I need to move on. Turning over a new leaf, you know?”

Eden clicked her tongue. “Yeah, but turning over a new leaf is supposed to be a good thing. This…” she gestured vaguely at his bag, at him, his general patheticness. “This isn’t you, y’know? There’s plenty of oth-“

“I really don’t want to have this discussion again. It doesn’t matter anyway. My life ended years ago, so who cares what happens to me.”

There was an uncomfortably long, awkward silence. Beckett was running through all the things he had said, and all the things he hadn’t, and couldn’t say ever since that day seven years ago when his life had been shattered to pieces. There was no way in hell he was ever going to get it back, so it didn’t matter even a little bit what he did with it moving forward.

He glanced at Eden. She sat with her lips pressed tightly together and her eyes focused with vicious intensity on one of the smudges on the table. Whatever vitriolic thing she was so staunchly holding back, he wished she would just let him have it.

It was Eden who eventually broke their silence.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was steady and serious. She turned to look at him, but he found it difficult to meet her gaze. “I wish I was able to do more for you, but I don’t even really have any idea of what you’re going through. And I know I’ve been insensitive about it. And maybe that’s why you feel like you have to do this, or maybe you’re just punishing yourself.” She paused, and very daintily patted away a tear that had snuck loose. “I’m sorry for how I acted while it was all going on. Talking about you like that. It probably didn’t help.”

“It’s fine. I don’t think you could’ve said anything that would help, either. For what it’s worth, they were quite determined to lock me up. Besides, you dropped it pretty quickly.”

“I only dropped it because no one cared.”

“Well, it’s water under the bridge anyway. You’re the only one who’s been there for me ever since I got out. And I’ve been too, I don’t know, to thank you properly. So thanks.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Jumping right back into the real world certainly had been a struggle, and he had no one to turn to. But Eden was always there for him, even when things were rough between them.

“Are you sure you want to go?” she asked him. “I don’t mind you staying with me, you know.”

“Hell no I don’t wanna go. But it’s too late now, I’ve already signed up and I don’t want to add deserter to my criminal record.”

Eden laughed. “I’m sure you’ll find something to flesh out your resume. Maybe you could hijack a bus or something. It’d be a step up, show people that you’re motivated to grow.”

Beckett snorted. “I’m sure I’ll find something. It’s not exactly honorable work. But it’s simple. All I have to do is stand around in a stupid outfit and do what someone tells me.”

“Becky you’ve never been good at that.”

“Ye of little faith. But really, this is like the only option I have. Hopefully I’ll just get stationed in the middle of nowhere and forgotten about. And once I can retire I can live in complete anonymity and never again do anything that will ruffle even a single feather.” He checked his watch, and noted that it really was time for him to leave. He stood up and grabbed his bag. It felt a bit heavier now. “Okay, I’m heading out for real this time. I’ll let you know when I land. If they let me, anyway.”

They exchanged goodbyes at the door, and Eden kissed him on each cheek. She waved as he walked down the driveway. There was a bus waiting to pick him up. It was already partially full with other recruits. He noticed most of them were younger. He stashed his bag under his seat and hunkered down as the brakes hissed and the bus pulled away from the curb. He took one last look at the atrocious modern art sculptures in Eden’s yard. As dawn broke, sunlight glinted sharply off of their chrome finishing.

[pinkcoffeecup]

coffee breaks, spencer reid

summary: Spencer finds himself smitten by the girl in the coffee shop

warnings: Sexual implications (mainly flirty jokes), otherwise just super sweet.

word count: 1813

Everyone knew how much Spencer loved coffee, in fact, some would argue that it was what kept him alive. Despite this, he’d never been the biggest fan of coffee shops. The thought of sitting alone in a room full of people as he tried to concentrate on the book he was currently reading, or the case he was currently working on, just made him rather anxious. He couldn’t help but feel like everyone was watching him, whispering about the way he liked his coffee or making fun of the clothes he was wearing. So, instead, Spencer had resorted to ordering to-go coffees for the past decade.

But for the last couple of weeks, his trips to the local coffee shop had gotten longer, and the team of profilers surrounding him hadn’t failed to notice the missing paper cup in his hand as he made his way back through the doors. “Do you think he’s actually getting coffee? Or is he just bored of us?” JJ joked, nodding towards Spencer's empty desk.

“No, Spencer is definitely getting coffee, probably more than before. Have you missed how fast he speaks?” Prentiss joked, recalling the many times they’d had to ask him to slow down as he tried to explain something to them.

“I think he’s got a girl,” Morgan smirked, “If you ask me, pretty boy found his pretty girl,”

Spencer couldn’t help but feel giddy as he walked through the coffee shop entrance for the fourth time that week. “Spencer!” Y/n smiled as she saw him, “What can I get you this fine afternoon?” She joked.

“You know, the usual,” He smiled, “I’m a very consistent man,”

He watched as she chuckled at his joke, typing his order into the old cash register. “Oh, I’ve noticed,” She giggled, “You’re here, what, twice a day? Just for a simple coffee?”

“Not only the coffee,” He looked through his wallet for a five-dollar bill, “I’m also here for the great staff,”

Once again, he watched her giggle, not missing the way a slight blush made its way to her cheeks. He handed her the bill, only for her to push it back to him, “It’s on the house,” She smiled.

“No, come on, I want to pay,” Spencer insisted, trying to hand her the bill once more, “Please,”

“Spencer, let my boss pay you for this coffee,” She joked, “It’s not like I’m paying for it,”

He couldn’t help but laugh, remembering the time he’d met her complete jerk-boss. He’d talked to her like she was a dog, and it had taken everything inside of Spencer to stay put in his seat. The man was a textbook narcissist, and Spencer wanted nothing more than to whisk Y/n away from the situation. “Fine, then consider it a gift,” He tried.

“Just let me give you one free coffee,” she rolled her eyes playfully. Spencer only sighed, placing the bill back in his wallet. “Fine,” he muttered, watching her laugh again before he sat down at his usual table.

The coffee shop was rather empty today, with only Spencer and two other people in opposite corners of the room. He pulled up the case file from his bag, placing it on the table in front of him before opening it up. Usually, he avoided looking at case details in public places, not wanting to scar the people who accidentally caught a glimpse of the horrific photographs hidden in the dark beige paper folder. But today, Spencer was only reviewing old files of robberies.

“Here you go,” Y/n smiled, placing the cup on his table. “I hope your free coffee tastes good,” she added. Spencer chuckled, “I hope you don’t go bankrupt,”

“Oh, you’ve met my boss, he’s got like five businesses and is absolutely loaded, I don’t think it’d hurt his wallet,” Y/n said, only half-joking. There was no denying that Y/n too hated her boss and the way he’d act like he was the most important man in the room at all times.

“Yeah, he’s a piece of shit,” Spencer agreed, closing the case file again. “It took everything in me not to say something,”

Y/n let out an annoyed groan as she pictured her boss walking through the doors. She took a quick glance, only making sure that it had only been her imagination before she slid into the chair in front of Spencer. “You should’ve seen what he did the other day,” She giggled, leaning in close as if her boss was lurking around the corner.

Spencer leaned across the table, meeting her halfway. “What’d he do?” he whispered.

“There’s this new girl here,” Y/n began, “She’s only nineteen, and the other day she got a call while she was at work. She just found out her dad had been in a car accident, he was fine, but hospitalised. So she, obviously, asked our boss if she could leave early, to which he started yelling at her for not putting work first,”

“Are you kidding me?” Spencer watched as Y/n shook her head, “Nope, he said something like: What’s more important? Family or work?”

Y/n continued rambling about her god awful boss, but Spencer couldn’t focus on her stories. He just couldn’t help but study her face, the small freckles on her cheeks, and the way she’d look at him through her eyelashes as she spoke. The way she giggled between her sentences, and the way she tucked her hair behind her ears. He was completely mesmerised by her.

“Are you not going to drink your coffee?” She asked, her voice still soft as she leaned a little closer. “What?” Spencer questioned, only now being snapped out of his daze.

“Your coffee,” She repeated, giggling this time, “It’s getting cold,”

Spencer glanced at the white cup next to him, “Right,” He said, “the coffee,”

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest. “Here I am, making you a free coffee, and now you don’t even want to drink it,” She jokingly threw her head back in annoyance, “Men these days have no decency,”

“Actually, you are statistically correct about that. Some argue that it is statistically proven that men do not put in the effort to appear kind or welcoming since it’s not expected of them,” Spencer rambled, not being able to pass up the opportunity to flaunt his knowledge, “But I like to think that I don’t come across as arrogant as most of them,”

Y/n couldn’t help but drop her annoyed act, smiling at the man in front of her. “You know,” She began, “There is something weird about you, I can’t really put my finger on it, but I really like it,”

It was Spencer's turn to blush, smiling as he looked down at the coffee in front of him. “You’re not too bad yourself Y/n,” he smiled, not quite sure how to respond.

“Do you want to know why I gave you a free coffee?” She asked, suppressing a giddy smile as she awaited Spencer's response. “I’d love to Y/n,” He said, hoping that she’d say what he was thinking.

“Well, you’re always nice to me, and you seem genuine about it too, not like you’re trying to get into my pants or something,” She began, watching an adoring smile spread across Spencer’s cheeks. “I guess I kind of look forward to seeing you here every day,”

For a second or two, Spencer remained silent. If he was completely honest, he didn’t know quite how to respond to her words. He very clearly looked forward to seeing her every day, so much that he vacated to the coffee shop at every chance he was given. He’d completely ignored the perfectly good coffee machine at the BAU, only to see her. “I do try,” Spencer smiled, “Glad to see my efforts are being appreciated,”

“I must say, I quite enjoy coming here too. Not only for the coffee,” He smiled, watching her cheeks blush once again. “You are honestly the highlight of my day,”

The two sat in silence for a moment, soaking up each other's words for as long as possible. But Spencer’s buzzing phone soon ruined the moment. “Sorry,” He muttered reading the text on the display. It was Hotch, letting him know that he needs to be back at work. “Duty calls,” He chuckled.

“Good luck Dr Reid,” Y/n smiled, watching as he chugged the coffee and grab his things.

He stood from his seat, “I, uh, thank you for the coffee,” He said, suddenly nervous. But Y/n only smiled, watching as he took a few steps towards the door.

His hand was almost on the handle before he turned back, meeting Y/n back at the table. “Sorry, I was just hoping that I could repay you for that coffee,” He said.

“What do you have in mind?” Y/n asked, hoping that he’d understand what she was getting at.

“Well, I was thinking dinner, but if you have anything different in mind, I would gladly do that instead,” Spencer grinned, noticing how she tensed her back ever so slightly at his words. “Let me know when you’re free,”

Spencer turned back towards the door, proudly walking away. “Wait, I don’t have your number,” Y/n remembered. “It’s under the cup,” He laughed, walking out the door.

...

Spencers proud steps continued as he pushed open the BAU doors, smiling as he thought back to his conversation with Y/n. “What’s got you all giddy?” JJ asked as Spencer plopped down in his chair. “What? Nothing?” Spencer tried, somehow forgetting he was in a room full of profilers. “Is she hot?” Emily asked, not bothering to filter her thoughts.

“Emily!” JJ scolded, ignoring Morgans laughter from behind her. “Is she though?” Morgan continued, causing Spencer to let out an annoyed groan.

Morgan sat down on the side of Spencer’s desk, showing that he wasn’t going anywhere without Spencer sharing his secrets. “This has to be against some kind of workplace regulation,” Spencer muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, and you running off to hop your girlfriend's bones during your breaks isn’t?” Morgan joked, loving the way Spencer's face turned bright red.

“Morgan, that is not what I’m doing,” Spencer tried, but the team only laughed, “And if it was, I wouldn’t tell you,” he added.

Spencer had never been happier to see Hotch’s serious expression than when he stepped out of his office, distracting the team from Spencer’s love life. “We’ve got a case,” He said, causing Spencer to let out a relieved breath.

“Saved by the bell,” Prentiss joked, as they dispersed from Spencer's desk. Right as he was about to get up from his seat, his phone buzzed once again.

Dr Reid, I’m free Friday night.

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[outoftheframework]

my proposal for tropes we as a fandom should adopt in all fanworks going forward: Duke Thomas edition

So every fandom has tropes and characterization quirks that have been generally accepted into fanon and, like, maybe? they were originally based on some obscure comic panel from the 80s or something but it doesn’t really matter because we’re all just,,, cool with it? Like for example- in the dc comics fandom, an art piece could show 3 of the bats that look virtually identical except one of them is holding a box of cereal so that one is obviously Dick Grayson. . . Y’know?

Anyway, these things usually come up naturally I guess but I’ve been here a while and it’s finally time to put my foot down. It’s high time for Duke Thomas to be more in fanon than “the sane one.” Because he might be the relatively new guy but he is certainly fears no gods or laws of the land just as much as the other bats, lemme tell ya. 

TL;DR here are character quirks (”canon-based” or otherwise) that we should all really latch onto seriously I’m begging y’all to make at least one of these happen-

Duke “Habitually Jumping Out of Moving Vehicles” Thomas

This one’s actually based in canon y’all; Duke did indeed yeet himself out of the back of a cop car and off of a bridge (in We Are... Robin). Normalize Duke’s wearing knee and elbow pads as Signal because jumping out of a car turns out relatively fine once and then suddenly Batman’s rooftop disappearing act seems mellow compared to the amount of times Gordon has whipped his head around to see a now Signal-less backseat. 

Like, he’s going 60 mph?? And he didn’t even hear the door open?? and tHE DOORS ARE STILL LOCKED??

Imagine this leaking into civilian life and Bruce waking up to a blurry photo of Duke mid-escape from a limousine on the front page of the Gotham Gazette.

(more under cut)

Duke “Puzzles are my Passion” Thomas

Duke is ~canonically~ very skilled at both solving and concocting riddles (as a child during that time where The Riddler just,,, controlled Gotham, he worked non-stop on riddles, trying to make the perfect one). Please y’all- let Duke solve puzzles. Have the other bats ask him for help after 36 hours straight of brooding over some brainteaser that Duke works out within the half-hour. He texts a picture of the solution scribbled out on loose leaf in the margins of his pre-calc homework because this boy shows his work. 

My guy is a word-cross FIEND. A mind-sweeper speed-runner. That guy who mails into the Gazette to correct a solution in the “fun & games” section and also ps that photo is not of me I am simply a polite young man who is much too busy writing into the paper in the year 2021 to jump out of limos-

I also would love to see this integrated into the type of cases he investigates / runs into on his daytime patrol. Like, obviously the criminal activity is going to dramatically differ before and after sundown, but that doesn’t make Duke’s work any easier or less important. It’s a different skillset; he has to work differently. Instead of jumping into fights, halting mob meetings, saving civilians in dark allies, etc. Duke has to sort through all of the moving pieces before they all converge into something catastrophic. 

It’s a known fact that criminal organizations in Gotham make and execute a lot of behind-the-scenes plans during the day specifically not to run into the bats. And Duke knows and monitors this shit all by himself; his work is crucial to logistics and information gathering for the bats as a whole. Now criminals have like, a 2 hour gap between bat-shifts to try and get stuff done. But Duke would 100% set traps on timers or lead them on this pre-set convoluted goose chase  to distract them until the night bats come out and to let himself enjoy the whole thing playing out on the news while he finishes homework that’s due at midnight.

Duke “I Know a Guy” Thomas

So in going off of the basic concept for the “We Are. . . Robin” run in combination to his general likability, Duke has a lot of friends all around Gotham. Okay, sure, he doesn’t have a Super best friend or a Speedster on speed dial, but he does know this guy who details cars up on West 35th and will tell them all about the new mods on Black Mask’s transport vans if they come through the third floor window and bring takeout. 

Bruce and Tim will be waiting for the facial recognition software to identify at least a partial match off of security cam footage when Duke pulls into the cave, takes one look at the screen, and says “Oh, that’s <insert name, address, abridged life story, and known associates here>.” This also brings in the opportunity for Duke to have some sort of perfect recall for faces, voices, names, etc. which I think could be a really cool element for his position as the batfamily member who has a lot more personal interaction with the people of Gotham.

I’m also into the idea of a lot of people knowing/telling stories about Duke. Not to reference the Chuck Norris meme but almost like the Chuck Norris meme lmao. Think about Jason mentioning his brother to someone and she replies, “Duke Thomas? Like that Duke Thomas? The one who swam across the harbor because he said it’d be faster than the subway and it actually was?” These stories have varying levels of truth to them but Duke will never confirm nor deny when he gets random calls from family members yelling “you dID WHAT”

So those are my top three, and the following is a little speed-round of headcanons :)

Duke has a super expressive face. Like when he’s relaxed around family, you can tell exactly what he’s thinking and how he’s feeling by his visual reactions to things

Duke rotates through picking up new and revisiting old hobbies at a pretty rapid pace. Some hobbies include: bullet journaling, origami, viola, cello, synth, conversational basics in multiple languages, up-cycling and embroidering clothes

Duke has a really fucking adorable smile. He can’t help it. He’ll try to grin sarcastically or smug to be annoying but his smile just cannot be anything other than endearing. He also has a very specific booming laugh that’s an absolute treasure to hear, because it’s the most genuinely happy thing ever. 

Duke unironically enjoys Signal by Twice even though the first time he heard it was after Steph had set it as his morning alarm.

So.

Come and get your food, I guess.

Feel free to add on if you’d like! I’d love to see anything you guys write/draw/etc. based on anything from here if you feel compelled to do so!

Stay safe and be well :) 

[lostbbygorl]

FATE AND HATE: EREN YEAGER X READER (PART 5):

SYNOPSIS: Eren and Y/N have their most heated fight yet, and the talk with Elijah doesn’t go as Eren expected. Things are bad between Leo and Emilia, but Elijah and Vinnie are on cloud nine. Y/N surprises Elijah with a holiday, which adds fuel to Eren’s fire.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“ What do we even have to discuss at this point, Mr. Yeager?” Elijah asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

“ Please, call me dad” Eren looked down at the floor.

“ Call you dad? You don’t deserve that title, and you know it! You have a lot of nerve, you know?” Elijah was standing now, and Eren followed.

“ Well I am your dad, Elijah”

“ No, you’re just the other half of my DNA. You’ll always be just that. My mom went through a shit storm because of you, and I didn’t have anyone to make crayola markers and cheap glitter father’s day cards for 14 years, 15 in 2 months. I like it this way. So please, leave me and my mom alone, and let’s not interact unless it’s school related”.

Eren pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t deny the veracity of his son’s speech, but his hot headedness and his stubbornness was about to get the better of him. How was he to win over two people if neither one was impressed at the slightest?

“ I agree more than anyone that I messed up 14 years ago, okay?” Eren began coolly.

“ But I more than anyone want to reprimand myself. I have a chance to get my one true love, your mother back, and to complete your family. My father was a piece of shit, and clearly the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, but if you just give me one chance and I can prove to you that I can be a good father and a good partner. I regret everything I did and I’m asking for a lot here, but just trust me, give me one chance and you won’t regret it”

“ Yeah, you’re asking for a lot here. You ask for too much. Give you a chance? Just like that? You’re practically a stranger, Mr. Yeager. You left mom stranded and you left me stranded too. How am I even supposed to trust you? We were fine before you came along. I don’t need a father. Please, just go” Elijah ignored Smoothie jumping on his bed.

“ You and your mom. Both of you are impossible” Eren grumbled.

“ And you’re fucking blind” Elijah humorlessly chucked.

“ HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY EXPECT US TO JUST TAKE YOU BACK JUST LIKE THAT? THESE ARE LITERALLY THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR OWN ACTIONS SO FACE THEM!” Elijah slammed the door so fiercely on his way out that Eren felt like the ground shook for a second and Smoothie hissed at the door. Eren left the room to see Elijah hurriedly hopping downstairs to Y/N, and he followed.

“ Mom, when are you gonna get a restraining order against him?” Elijah demanded, glaring at Eren beside Y/N.

“ Elijah, restraining orders aren’t that easy to get, the law says that-”

“ Screw the law, mom! Jesus Christ! Now is not the time to be a lawyer. Whatever you have to do to make sure I don’t ever see him outside of school again, please do it”

“ Elijah, all I’m asking for is a chance. Both you and your mother will be surprised that I’m actually not Forbe’s List’s asshole of the century” Eren pleaded again, this time with irritated undertones.

“ Elijah, go to your room. I’ll talk with your chemistry teacher myself” Y/N pointed her chin to the stairs. Y/N waited for the sound of Elijah’s door closing with a THUP to silently beckon Eren to her sofa.

“ Well, that didn’t go as well as I imagined it would go” Eren cleared his throat.

“ You expected it to go well?” Y/N raised a brow.

“ I mean yeah. Of course I did. Why wouldn’t it?” Eren was confused.

“ Oh my god, Eren! You know, you always were impatient. And dense. But I didn’t think it’d get worse over the years. You practically antagonized my son and used him as bait to see me again and once you learn who his mom is, you try to act like a best friend? Like a father? Which you are far from, by the way”

“ OKAY! OKAY! ALL RIGHT! It was stupid of me to expect things to go my way this early. I’ll take my time and I’ll give you time, okay? I’m so sorry, really. But you know, you two are really hurting my feelings too?”

“ Oh please. What could we possibly hurt you with?” Y/N crossed her arms as she shot up from the sofa, Eren, with his head raised like a lion about to spar, stood up too.

“ You keep saying I’m not his dad and other things like that, and that shit fucking stings. Yeah, I fucking left, but I’m still the father” Eren’s voice shook with anger. The night was going to end with smoke in the air and ashes on the ground.

“ And what exactly have you done to earn the title of ‘father’, Mr. Yeager? Because you didn’t give a shit when I announced my pregnancy, you didn’t give a shit when I thought I’d die during or after childbirth and my whole body went white with blue veins popping out the day Elijah was born, and you didn’t volunteer to take care of him when I was busting my ass juggling a child along with a subject as strenuous as law at a school as prestigious as Oxford. Neither were you there helping try to walk, stop him from crying in the night, and you didn’t have to help him through whatever challenges he’s faced so far in his short life, and you certainly didn’t teach him discipline. So, tell me, how and why do you deserve to be called his father?”

“ Stop calling me Mr. Yeager, Y/N” Eren said, louder.

“ I believe I’ve made my point. Go”

“ I may have been absent, but I had just as much hand at creating that boy as you did”

“ And that’s what’s giving you all this entitlement?”

“ I know you did not just use the word entitlement” There he went. He yelled. And now all hell broke loose.

“ LEARN TO SWALLOW YOUR FUCKING PRIDE, YEAGER! YOU FUCKED UP AND NOW YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO PAY FOR IT”

“ WHY CAN’T YOU FUCKING GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL THAT I’M TRYING TO PAY FOR IT, HUH? YOU’RE BARELY LISTENING TO ME”

“ I’M REALLY GETTING FUCKING SICK OF YOU”

“ YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M GETTING FUCKING SICK OF YOU TOO. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOU’RE LIKE FUCKING STATIC! WE’VE BEEN SEEING EACH OTHER FOR MORE THAN THREE DAYS NOW AND YOU’VE BEEN SAYING PRETTY MUCH THE SAME SHIT TILL YOU STARTED DRINKING”

“ YEAH? OKAY! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN”

Eren went out of the door without a word, and Y/N fell back down on the sofa, rubbing her forehead. A break, she needed a break. But most importantly, she needed to check up on her son.

 Y/N knocked softly on the door.

“ Eli?” She called out for him.

“ Come in,” Elijah said blankly. 

Y/N found him sprawled on his bed on his belly, his chest supported on a pillow and Smoothie under his bed, with just his head and front paws poking out. 

“ I heard the yelling. He’s gone now, right?” He asked. Y/N nodded.

She took off her blazer and untied her ponytail, she unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse and kicked her flats off, a small way of unwinding.

“ This has been harder on you than me” Y/N began stroking his back. Elijah closed his eyes and sighed.

“ Elijah, I’m so sorry that everything is so crazy all of a sudden” Y/N sighed.

“ It’s not your fault, it’s his. Hey mom?”

“ Hmm?”

“ Do you still love Mr. Yeager?”

“ That’s a very complicated and very loaded question. I can’t say yes, and I also can’t say no. I can see his efforts, but I also can’t forget what he did to us. I’m trying to put my feelings aside on this, Eli” Y/N honestly answered.

“ Oh, honey, to be honest I’m just as mentally exhausted as you are. I’m confused, so confused. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m gonna faint any second now”

“ Lie down next to me, mom. Please?” Elijah made way for Y/N by shimmying to the side. Y/N groaned as she felt his pillow beneath her head. How long had it been since she felt this relaxed?

Y/N opened her arms, beckoning Elijah to rest his head on her chest, and when he did, she wrapped them gently around him and played with his hair. She pressed a feathery kiss to the top of his head.

“ You always figure out what to do,” Elijah said, muffled but audible.

“ You know what we need right now?” Y/N suddenly said, an idea popping up in her head.

“ Yeah?”

“ Elijah, we haven’t seen your grandparents in a while” Y/N began softly.

“ Elijah broke free of his mom’s embrace, and excitedly looked at her.

“ For real? Are you being serious?”

Y/N nodded, smiling.

“ Let’s go on a vacation. Let’s take 3 weeks off, and when we’re back our heads and hearts will be much clearer. We don’t have to worry about anything on vacation. Both of us miss grandma and grandpa, right?”

Elijah tackled his mom with a hug.

“ Mom, you’re an angel,” He giggled. Y/N cupped his face and kissed his forehead.

“ Alright, we’ll take a road trip to their place tomorrow morning. Rest up, sweetheart, I’ll email my boss and your school”.

~~~~~~~~~~

“ Hello, Y/N?” Mrs. L/N said from the other side of the phone.

“ Mom” Y/N replied cheerfully.

“ Young lady, you haven’t called in 3 days” Mrs. L/N said.

“ Mom, me and Elijah are coming over tomorrow and we’ll reach by evening. We’ll stay for 3 weeks” Y/N announced.

“ Y/N’s coming home?” Mr. L/N said from beside his wife.

“ Y/N’s coming home” Y/N affirmed.

“ Thank the heavens” Mr. L/N laughed.

“ We have so much to catch up on” Y/N said, clueless about how she’d explain the news to her mom and dad.

[shurisneakers]

harmless (v)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, ghosts, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, rats

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: why did i like this chapter sm someone explain. anyway!! y’all are so passionate about these two i love it mwah

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

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He dislikes the subway. 

Other than his other valid reason to have disdain for trains, the subway is dark, it’s shady and he’s sure he’s seen rodents fight to the death here on several occasions.  

Still, he’s following you down the stairs of the station, watching as you whistle along to the song blasting through your headphones. There’s a backpack swung over your shoulders, hands stuffed into the pocket of your hoodie and converse doing a skip every now and then. There’s a bandana that’s tied across your face, acting as a mask to hide your identity. 

He realises that you’re dressed like a commuter. Were you going to dress the part every single time?

You walk along with the crowd. He follows, a few feet away.

Until you stop. He abruptly stops too, leading someone to walk right into him. 

“Watch it, dumbass,” they hiss with the courage of someone who has no idea who he is. He ignores them. 

He looks on as you dig around your backpack and pull out a roll of paper. A poster, he realises soon when you peel off a layer from the back and press it to the wall. 

Was it legal to put up posters in the subway? He wasn’t quite sure. 

He observes as you turn around and continue down the path. He waits a few seconds before trailing up to the poster.

Volunteers needed!

If you’re interested in being turned into a ghost for a couple of hours, this is your chance! Should be okay with being on camera so that we can make money off of taped paranormal sightings.

Paid opportunity. You get to pick your outfit. Randos don’t apply.

He yanks the poster of the wall before continuing down the same place you did.

He finds another poster along the way. He doesn’t hesitate in pulling it down. You were advocating to kill people. 

He knows he’s going in the right direction because more posters creep up along the wall.

The both of you are on the platform by now but to him, something changes about the placement of the posters. They were growing in frequency, the distance between them decreasing as they were situated close to each other.

He pauses in front of the next one, hand hovering over the paper.

All it reads is ‘STOP’.

He furrows his eyebrow, pulling it down before peering over at the next one.

‘TAKING’, is all that it says.

It doesn’t take him very long to make his way through all the posters in the hallway. 

‘THESE’

‘DOWN’

The train’s arrived by now but a quick scan over the crowd and he knows that you haven’t entered. That, and he knew that you were too dramatic to leave without a trace or a small conversation with him. 

‘DICKHEAD’

Tasteful, he thinks. 

“It took effort to make them, stop ruining it,” you whine from the end of the hallway. It’s empty, given that rush hour was over a while ago. 

Even though the mask covers half your face, it’s obvious that there is mischief etched under it. The twinkle in your eye is telling. 

“You’re literally killing people.” He holds up the poster. Not the ‘dickhead’ one. He pockets that for later. 

He knows there are a few minutes before the next train arrives and more people flood the station. The eccentricity of today lay in the lighting from the incandescent lamps and acoustics of the platform. It made his voice echo like a movie scene. 

“I very much am not,” you huff. 

“You’re turning them into ghosts. That’s what a murderer does,” he says pointedly. 

“Well, only if you keep saying it like that. You’re making me look bad.” You cross your arms across your chest. “What are you, Fox News?” 

A scurry next to him earns his attention. Two rats nibble at a piece of fallen food. He wonders when they’ll starting brawling. 

“Explain this.” He waves the poster around. He isn’t taking it too lightly he hopes. If it’s actual murder then it’s going to be an issue. 

You pull out a black cylinder, slightly bigger than a pen. He can’t really see any more details, but you hold onto it like a wand. 

“I’m turning them into ghosts. I’ll post videos of them doing stupid shit. I get famous and then boom, cash money.” You rub your index finger and thumb together. “I’ll give you a share if you volunteer.”

“You’re not explaining the death part.” 

He can feel it. You’re about to start derailing. 

“Winter Soldier, the ghost story. Literally.” You grin, yanking down the mask from your face to prove it. It pools around your neck. “That’s so funny, c’mon, it’d be amazing.”

It’s been years since he’s heard that. Never in this context. 

“No,” he says sternly, “and I’m going to have to bring you in if you’re going to kill people.”

The rats were ignoring everything that was going down like the hardened criminals that they were. They had probably seen worse. He can’t stop paying attention to them.

“I’m not killing them, bro.” You raise your hands in exclamation. “I’m just moving some molecules around, some frequency shit. They’re alive, just ghosts.”  

He’s always been one for science. Straight As throughout high school, attended science conventions as a hobby, alive even at 100 through some mad experimentation, definitely seen some weird shit during his lifetime. 

But this doesn’t make sense.

“No,” he repeats. “Give me the thing.”

“Fine, I’ll show you.” You roll your eyes. “Since you have absolutely no faith in me.”

He does a quick review of his surroundings. 

No one’s around, which is good. 

But that just leaves him in front of you, which is bad.

“Don’t you even thin-” he starts, muscles tensing as he shifts into a defensive stance.

You whip out the little pen thing from beside you but before he can react you turn around and duck. 

The click of a button releases a bright light, small but intensely stronger than the fluorescents in the station.

He reels back, feet carrying him away from where you’re crouched. His eyes quickly look down at his body. 

Nothing’s changed. 

He lifts his hand to check, runs it over his face. Still alive. He thinks.

“Behold,” you declare, “Ghost rat.”

He looks to where you’re pointing. The two rats from earlier were still nibbling on their food but something was off about them. 

He could see the faint outline of the tiles on the wall behind them, almost like they were... translucent.  

You aimed at the rats, not him. He doesn’t know whether to feel relieved or annoyed at the fake threat.

He watches as they move. They don’t look hurt or injured.

“Cool, huh?” you say smugly. 

He can’t stop staring at them. 

“Bring them back.”

“They’re fine, look how abstract it is.”

“Bring back the rats.” He can’t believe this is what his life has come to.

Bucky Barnes, Rodent Protector.

You aren’t fazed by his indifference, instead wonder filled eyes gaze at the animals. “Astral mice, sarge. Embrace the miracle of modern science.”

“You killed them.”

“They’re alive, they’re just ghosts.” You raise a finger to point. “Look, they’re still eating. Biological functions are still taking place.” 

 Which was true. But still. He doesn’t know what is going on.

“Bring them back to... non-ghost alive.” 

“You sure you don’t want one? That one kinda looks like you.” One hardened glare after you realise the answer. “Jeez, alright then.”

You dig through your bag before pulling out a matte black replica of your current invention. 

“Sexy colours, right?” You hold them up. “I modelled them after your arm.”

He looks down. Sure enough the gold and black matched his cybernetic limb. It was oddly flattering. 

“Say thank you, Y/N, for letting me be your muse-”

“Un-ghost the rats.” 

“Ungrateful,” you narrow your eyes at him. 

Still, you comply with his demands, ducking down to their level again.

A click of the button, a bright light and the rats are back to normal. Non-transparent normal.

“Okay, give me that.” He takes a step towards you. 

“Nuh uh.” You pull your arm back. His mouth twitches at your response; what are you, five?

The black one is stuffed back into your bag but you wave around the gold like a threat. 

He sighs, making a pass for it. In a second his arm is twisted and shoved against his back, forcing him to spin so that he’s facing away from you. His eyes widen.

What the fuck?

“Now we’re having a good time,” you whisper into this ear. 

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist to rotate his own out of your grip. 

“Since when can you fight?” he asks.

“Are we getting to know each other now?” You raise your leg to give him a semi gentle kick in the side, using his momentary distraction in blocking it to give him a knock on the head with your free hand. “This is so romantic, sarge.”

There’s a low rumble in the distance and he knows the train would soon start pulling into the station. It was still a distance away, but his heightened senses warned him that it wouldn’t take much time. 

He groans. How much longer would he have to go at this?

He could easily win this fight and he knew it. But something in him itched, pulled him back from doing it.

He blocks another attempt at his head. “Stop that.”

You grin. “You know what’d be fun?”

He knows you’d reply even if he didn’t encourage it. The lights from the train light up the tunnel around the corner. 

“This.” You don’t give him a second to recover before you flick your wrist away from him.

The device flies out of your hand and right onto the track. The both of you watch, you in glee, he in horror, as the train runs right over it, unleashing the brightest light he had ever seen. His eyes shut instinctively before it blinds him.

He forces himself to pry open his eyelids, look at the damage caused. 

The train, sure enough, is translucent. He can see the posters on the other side of the platform through the carriage, through various people holding onto the poles for support or seated on the seats.

“Ghost train!” you cheer. He’s mortified.

“Fuck no,” he mumbles, yanking the backpack off your shoulder. He rummages through it, looking for the gold version.

“You lookin’ for this?” you ask nonchalantly, holding it up in your hand like it isn’t the solution to stopping a bunch of ghosts from wandering around New York. 

“Turn them back.” He gives you a chance. 

“Do it yourself, coward.” You grin, holding it above your head. The train is going to stop and he needs everyone to be alive and non-ghost before they leave.

He doesn’t wait this time, instead turning to you. The thing is still held in your grip above your head. He rolls his eyes, doing a quick assessment before grabbing your free hand, tugging you closer and plucking the device out of your hand before you have the opportunity to retract it.  

“Great, now figure out which button to press.” You’re dangerously close to him. He can feel your hoodie brush against his tactical jacket. “Also if you wanted to be all pressed up against me, you could have just asked.” 

He furrows his eyebrows, letting go of you as you give a loud laugh. He looks down at the device. It has several buttons, littering up and down the side. Each look the same. 

The train’s slowing down. 

“They’re both the same device; this version is not a magical solution to the other one. If you press the wrong button then both of us are going to be fucked.”

The last carriage is getting closer. 

“Say I win this round and I’ll fix it.” 

There’s a gleam in your eye. He knew this was exactly what you wanted. 

He wishes he was as stubborn as Steve, just run through each button until the right one worked.

“You win this one.” He hands it back. He wasn’t like Steve and judging by the number of items the idiot jumped out of planes without a parachute on a daily basis, Bucky was glad about it. At least Bucky did it sporadically.

“Yay, two each for the both of us, then,” you say, taking it from him and twisting, eyes running down the sides. “Close your eyes, old man, or else your cataract’s gonna get worse.”

Right as the train pulls to a stop, you press down on the button before throwing it and the blinding light that emanates from it. It lands on the top of the train right as the doors open. 

The passengers start stepping out. Some of them are looking at their hands and legs in a little disbelief, most just push through the crowd to leave.

He can’t see through them. It’s a good sign. 

He turns to look at you but you’re not there. Instead, the weight of the small device weighs down in his pocket.

The sound of a thud on glass draws his attention. 

He looks up at the train. The window of the carriage in front of him has a bit of fog on it. You trace a heart in the condensation and blow him a kiss before pulling your mask back on.

The train starts moving, leaving him alone in the platform again with your invention.

He lets out an exhale, wandering outside to grab a sandwich before waiting to catch the next train to go home. 

Later in the evening, he catches hold of a bit of tape and the ‘Dickhead’ poster finds a place on Sam’s door. 

He doesn’t appreciate it.

So now it’s tucked away in the shelf of Bucky’s bedside table along with a freeze ray, a ghost-inator, and some discount Pym Particles. 

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