#I refuse to let that fucking show get me truly pissed off as much as it used to

[astro-b-o-y-d]

‘It has actual gay and trans people in it’ Trying not to bite. Failing.

#Hayley Speaks #I refuse to let that fucking show get me truly pissed off as much as it used to #Because my energy is better spent elsewhere #And also Roman and I have long since divorced the canon and took the characters for ourselves #But it will never cease to amaze me how utterly tone deaf its fans continue to be to this day #Hey remember how they made a queerbait couple canon only AFTER coming under fire of workplace mistreatment- #-with their LGBTQ+ employees/employees of color/etc??? #I DO :) #You cannot convinced me they didn't make Bees canon in a sad attempt to get back all the viewers they'd lost #I refuse to believe anything else #Also hi to people who have not followed me for long; I have a lot of feelings about R\/\/BY and most of them are angry :)

[everlastlady]

Husk Boyfriend Headcanons.

✦- Author's Note: I'm still trying to upload 400 Hazbin Hotel Icons on Pinterest. And those 400 Icons are just from episode one of Hazbin Hotel and Pinterest has an upload limit so I hit that upload limit for the second time today, so until I can upload the rest of the icons, I decided to post the Husk boyfriend hcs. Husk is my favorite character from the show; it's an absolute delight that David Keith is voicing him since David Keith was important in my childhood and he's my favorite voice actor, so him voicing Husk makes me love the character even more. Also update! I have medicine for anxiety and medicine for sleeping finally, so I'll be adjusting my schedule, I'm sorry that I didn't update Bloody Legend but I will soon, I promise my little roses. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✦- Important: Reader is gender neutral, Protective Husk, Husk can sometimes be an ass, Reader is a singer at the hotel, & Just Cuteness.

✸- Husk was a loving and caring boyfriend. But sometimes he can be an ass from time to time. But at the end of the day you know that your fluffy boyfriend can be a sweetheart. He loves it when you sit at the bar while he's drinking or serving drinks. He'll listen to you talk about your day or songs that you have been writing. When he's talking about his day or people that pissed him off, you'll listen. The bar is likely where you two are mostly seen when it's not your rooms or the streets of Hell. Husk isn't afraid to tell other guests to fuck off if they come up and try to flirt with you. And you aren't scared to do the same if people try to hit on Husk or disrespect him if he refuses to serve them another drink.

✸- When it comes to laying in bed, Husk doesn't mind being the big or little spoon. But he very much prefers being the big spoon. He likes it when you run your fingers through his fur or use his fluffy chest as a pillow. It's hard for him not to let out little purrs because of how you play or stroke your fingers through his fur. He'll rub gentle circles on your back or hips. He'll watch a nice movie or show with you. Maybe even rock you to sleep, he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear and tell you how much you mean to him. He'll place kisses along your face and cover you up a bit when you finally fall asleep, don't worry he's not going anywhere because he'll fall asleep next to you.

✹- You're both losers! You and Husk both know that you are losers. You both need through painful things when alive and when in Hell. Maybe you are both still dealing with painful things but you both know that at the end of the day. You have each other and can yourselves around one another. That nothing will stop you both from living through the shit streets of Hell. To never be scared to express oneself or speak your mind.

✹- You find it fascinating that Husk was once an Overlord. You ask him so many questions and he'll happily answer all of them. When you ask him if he ever had a chance to go back to being an Overlord would he? And his answer is always no because he isn't sure if the happiness he had as an Overlord was truly real happiness. He doesn't want to be an Overlord but he also doesn't want to be on Alastor's leash. But you promised to find a way to free him from Alastor one day.

✸- Husk favorite thing to do with you is taking you on a romantic dinner then having a night stroll in the park. Hand in hand the two of you will walk and Husk will sing a song to you. He'll pick a flower and had it to you. Tell you how grateful he is to have such a beautiful and special demon in his life.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husk x reader #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin everlasting #everlasting writes🪻

[weebsinstash]

Ok no I'm not done being weird yet, here's another idea for the marriage canon event stuff

Miguel and other Spiders are getting on your ass about, "oh, how old are you now? Why aren't you looking for a husband yet? Why are you spending so much time here?" And are, you know, your friends who love you and for your own good are trying to get you to complete your canon so you, you know, LIVE, but the way you see it is, being forced to do something like that and sacrifice yourself like that isn't living. You're not going to actively pursue and seek out a relationship, you want one to happen naturally, and nothing has felt natural to you and you're afraid of being hurt like that, of being rejected, of opening yourself up to someone and not being good enough, but, O'Hara and the Society don't really want to hear that. It's escalating over time. Little comments here and there, people randomly interjecting their personal anecdotes about their family and their kids into the conversation, "oh this is just like when me and Mary Jane--" "oh my kid loves this flavor, she gets so excited, I like to be naughty and get her these as a treat"

So you reach the point where you're fed up. This is so massively fucking inappropriate of them. There's no "set age" for this kind of thing so why are they harassing you like this, acting like, oh, you gotta hurry and pursue shit right now, it's for your own good? It's just pissing you off and pushing you away. You love traveling to different dimensions and exploring new places and experiencing things that are literally out of this world but if the trade-off for that is constantly being badgered with this stupid narrative of having to sacrifice yourself, you'll happily go home and break canon and die, because at least you'll be truly living and making a choice

So anyways to get to the meat of this post: you've decided you're leaving the Spider Society and you're not going to talk to any of these bitches anymore, just haven't fully decided on when, but like, you're literally thinking within the next week, but you're still, there. And one day you're in the lobby, trying to stand around because you're supposed to go on some sort of stupid assignment, Peter B and Jess with you, the parents talking about baby stuff as you roll your eyes and Peter suspiciously needs you to keep holding Mayday until you're literally refusing, "just put her on the ground or something, you let her climb on walls and shit anyways"

And because you're in the lobby, this big open space with tons of people passing through, suddenly in walks Miguel with. Another Miguel, completely unrelated to the mission you and the others are about to do, kind of just bumping into each other as they pass through. Miguel2 just got scouted by his counterpart that he met during chasing an anomaly, and they're getting to know each other, and at some point Miguel2 is like "can my wife come too 🥺👉👈 she's also a Spider and I can't be here without her" and everyone is a little confused because there's supposed to be the whole only 'one Spider per dimension' rule besides like family, like Peter and Mayday, and you'll just never guess whose alternate universe variant is his wife :) another you comes bounding in wearing casual baggy clothes but looks so radiant and happy, all "hubby 🥰" as she kisses her husband, you're just awkwardly sending glances to 'your' Miguel as you two are, understandably feeling awkward because, you're, coworkers, and here are two people who look exactly like you being all lovey dovey "princesa 🥰" "guapito 🥰"

This other you just seems so, VIBRANT and she's introducing herself and shaking hands and she sees Peter B, "oh my god you have a baby, I'm so happy for you, she's so cute!" And she's hugging him, and you watch Peter B's eyes go kind of wide and he looks down, "OH, you're like--" and Other You just kind of laughs and parts her coat, showing off her rounded tummy, "haha yeah, there's a baby in there! Number 3, we're so excited! 🥰" and you're just. Simultaneously feeling some sort of fucked up combination of the most visceral and extreme discomfort you've ever felt in your entire life and also some kind of. Envy. Because she has everything you thought you didn't want and she seems so, SO fucking happy, with a husband who loves her, she clearly loves her babies, and she's being accepted by all of your friends instantly, like they're all gathered around talking as you're just, basically on the outside of the circle, actively putting up distance, only standing around because, uh hey guys weren't we supposed to be doing something--

Your skin is crawling as Other You uses her own watch from her husband to zip back to her own dimension and comes back with her babies on each hip, twins that she's just so happy to introduce to her new friends, who are SUPPOSED to be YOUR friends, "THIS one is Gabriella, and this one is Gabriel. Aren't they so cute? 🥰 theyre both so chunky they almost killed me but it was SO worth it" And once she realizes you're you, or, you're her, she wants to immediately chat you up and be buddy-buddy and goes to hand one of her babies to you and you. Refuse. Absolutely refuse. Suddenly you're the pariah of the group, both Miguels are sending you looks. Why are you being so fucking rude? Just put your arms out??? But you won't. You're just, soul-suckingly disgusted by this entire scenario. Not only is it putting an unspoken pressure onto you, but, seeing this other you be so fucking happy AND accomplishing all the things your "friends" have been badgering you about makes you feel SO indescribably insecure

Fine. Let it be like a revolving door. Another you enters Spider Society, one of you leaves. But you're so bitter and hurt you can't help but get in a jab at her, wanting to tarnish her "fake" happiness, feeling so personally hurt and offended by her very presence and existence in the room. "Hey so wouldn't your babies also be Spiders and have to suffer through the canon events too? And since you don't have any other family members, your kids' canon events might be YOU or Miguel dying? Aren't you glad you gave birth to your kids only to die and leave them without a mom and dad and forever doom them to a narrative where they can never make their own choices and are cosmically destined to be unhappy just because YOU wanted a cute baby? Sorry I guess I'm just built different. Hey remember how when we were little girls and we used to feel like mom only gave birth to us because she wanted someone who would love her and we resented her for bringing us into the world to have such a harsh life, aren't you so happy that's EXACTLY how your kids are going to feel about YOU?"

Mom!You is instantly bursting into tears and holding her little belly for comfort as her husband looks ready to tear you to ribbons, FURIOUS, all the healthy people in the room understandably disappointed and upset with you, like what the FUCK girl, meanwhile you're opening up a portal to your home dimension and just chucking your watch straight into the floor. "Keep this. I won't be coming back" while everyone is kind of dismissive of how truly upset you are, kind of just like "come on, don't be like this 🙄" like you're throwing a tantrum when in actuality you're going home and are seriously considering selling Osborne or Doc Ock all of your radioactive eggs. You'll always be YOU before you're a Spider, and if they want to force you to put The Job above yourself your entire life, they're dead wrong.

Meanwhile after you leave, pulling each other aside for privacy, Miguel2 is asking your Miguel why he's risking breaking his own canon by not wife-ing you up yet and comparing notes from all of the other dimensions where you and him are together as your Miguel is shocked by the sheer number of same occurrences. Miguel is all on about, "what does this even mean, we're from entirely different dimensions", and Miguel2 over here just unapologetically, "so? My wife is also from another dimension, I just took her, she got used to it, it's totally fine bro, it's canon, just do it, just do whatever you want. it's fine bro I'M TELLING YOU--" and maybe even Mom!You is so, sucked into her own "it's ok I was initially forced into this because I'm happy now" world that she's even advocating, "oh gosh if I was her I'd be SO lonely, hearing how you two aren't even that close, especially not anymore, and you've all been avoiding her, and she doesn't even have a baby to care for and give her love 🥺 most 'me's are at least dating right now, so, i bet she's feeling so much pain, she NEEDS YOU right now 🥺"

Peter B is sent to give you another watch and tell you, it's ok, you can come back, they promise they're not gonna bug you about dating and stuff anymore, and you're just all "nah, I'm ok! :) you can keep it :) I've had enough of you guys :) dont let the door hit your ass on the way out :)" meanwhile Miguel 1 and 2 are comparing strategies, "see, when MY wife was refusing to come back to me, what I did was..."

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #like maybe hes always felt drawn to you and was holding himself back and then he learns youre canon and like? #hes like Oh Ok so theres a reason im like this. its totally normal and ok i feel this way :) and its like nah dude youre a lil crazy...

[suugarbabe]

[Chapter 4]

word count: 6.9k

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of violence, mentions of gore, mentions of attempted sexual assault (no assault occurs)

an: it’s a long one, children, I hope you enjoy. Feed back is always welcome, there’s a lot going on in this chapter and I would love to hear what you guys think of it all.

The light, or lack thereof, in Mattheo’s office at the club seemed more ominous than usual as he mentally beat you down in today’s legilimens lessons. Since the incident with Enzo almost two weeks ago, Mattheo’s lessons have become more grueling, more intense, like he was trying to break you into a perfect puppet and get you wrapped around his fingers like he seemed to have the others.

You had no real issue following orders, but you did have issues with going into situations blindly. What you dealt with in your past created a sense of hyper-self awareness for you. It left you with this need to constantly feel prepared, constantly look over your shoulder, and never lead yourself into a situation where you couldn’t weigh the outcomes.

Gasping for breath, you slowly lifted your head so that your eyes met Mattheo’s across from you. He was tall on his own, but with you sitting he seemed to loom over you like a dark shadow, which is probably what he was hoping for with how torturous he was being this morning. After another failed attempt at trying to reach the darkest depths of your mind Mattheo was seething with rage.

He couldn’t comprehend how a seemingly unthreatening woman had so much self-control, so much ability to protect what he was able to extract from the others within the first session. You, however, were doing your best to protect the last bit of secrecy you had since moving into the manor. Maybe it was your irritation with how hard he was pushing you, or maybe, deep down, you liked how he would get when you pissed him off, but you couldn’t stop the sneering tone of your voice as you taunted him. “What’s wrong, boss? Angry that your newest little pet is stronger than you thought?”

The air left your lungs as Mattheo’s large hand now covered the expanse of your neck. He wasn’t choking per se, but definitely showing you that he had more dominance in the situation. “Like I said that night, I really underestimated you, Princess. But don’t for a second do the same with me. You have no idea who you’re truly dealing with, what I’m capable of. These lessons have been some of the easiest things you’ll deal with in this business.”

You stared at him, glared at him, not responding with words, not daring to break eye contact first. You refused to look weak in front of him, not right now, not when he was acting like this. A smirk graced his face, his fingers digging into the sides of your throat now, “What's wrong, Princess? Cat’s got your tongue? You know I can feel when your heart rate quickens,” he leaned in close to your ear, “and you know what? I think you like this grip I’ve got on you.”

“Fuck you,” you huffed out the insult the best you could with the pressure his fingers had around your neck. Mattheo only laughed at your response, letting go and leaning back against his desk now, “I’m sure you’d love that, sweetheart, but we’re not there yet.” You scowled at him, but he only raised his eyebrows in return, “Now are you ready for more?” You gave a weak nod as Mattheo raised his wand. You could see that he was winding up to mutter the spell again when you whipped your own wand from your pocket, pointing it at him instead.

“Legilimens!” You barely had time to register the surprise in Mattheo’s features as you spoke the spell towards him before you were thrust into what you could only assume was the depths of one of Mattheo’s personal memories.

You watched as a small boy, no more than ten, did his best to crawl away from a looming figure of a man that was following him. You didn’t need to hear any names to know that the boy was Mattheo. He had the same dark curls, only a little longer in his youth, and the same earth shattering cheekbones. But the real tell tale sign were his eyes; they were they same onyx color, only now they were brimmed with tears.

“Father, please. I swear I tried my best. I’ll do better, I’ll be better, I promise,” young Mattheo was pleading with the figure, with his father. Voldemort. True to form, Voldemort showed no mercy, not even for his own offspring. Your heart nearly shattered as he pointed his wand at Mattheo, uttering an unforgivable, “Curcio.” Mattheo writhed on the ground in pain, trying, and failing, to muffle screams and not appear as weak as his father viewed him. After a moment the torment ceased, Voldemort leaning over Mattheo, “Promises are futile, son. What I want to see are results.”

There was a rush of swirling images flying by you. You tried to take in as much as you could as they flew by but they were all moving so quickly. Soon you were thrust back in to a new memory of Mattheo’s.

You were back at the same manor as the previous memory, only it was a few years later. Or at least that’s what you were assuming. It felt colder, the furniture in the sitting room looked less used, like the the house itself was slowly dying. The same looming figure, Voldemort, appeared to float into the room. Another version of Mattheo, an older verson than before but still quite young, was following his father into the room.

The innocence of youngness was gone from this Mattheo’s features. This Mattheo showed similar expressions to the one you knew now; stoic, blank, cold. “Father, I don’t understand, why am I not attending school like Draco, I thought you wanted me to be able to infiltrate groups for those my age, would it not be easier for me to do that there?” You were thankful you couldn’t see Voldemort’s face, because the flash in Mattheo’s eyes showed you it was anything but inviting.

“My dear boy, there is nothing at that school that Gimball cannot show you here. The Malfoy’s are holding a winter ball at their manor next month, you will attend and begin building bonds with the other’s Draco will bring, that is the beginning,” Voldemort’s tone, while soft, was still threatening, warning Mattheo not to challenge his father further on the subject.

But true to form, Mattheo did the opposite of what was expected of him, instead raising his voice, cursing his father for his decisions and telling him that he wanted more of a say in the plans for his life. The Dark Lord clearly did not like being talked to this way, extending his arm and flicking it over the right side of Mattheo’s face. Mattheo hissed, reeling back and holding both hands near his right eye.

When he pulled his hands back, you saw a thin clean cut from the front of Mattheo’s right cheek bone, straight through his eyebrow. “Defying me will not get you want you want boy, go back to your studies, do not bother me again.” Mattheo covered his face again, turning around and retreating from the room.

You were pulled from these memories by the booming of Mattheo’s voice, “ENOUGH!” Your head dropped, eyes staring at the ground, too afraid to meet Mattheo’s gaze after what you had just seen. He dug his wand into the underside of your chin, forcing you to look at him. When you met his gaze his eyes were like a black hole, complete darkness and void. “Are you proud of yourself for that little trick just now?”

You grit your teeth, trying to keep your composure, “I figured you’d be, isn’t this why you’re training me with all of this? I’ve been paying attention, sir.” The last of your sentence dripped with defiance, causing Mattheo’s frown to only deepen. Then he smiled, which almost made you fearful to see in this setting, “I am proud, Princess. Because you know what this means?” Your expression blanked, staring back into his penetrating gaze and shaking your head, “while I still plan on getting to the bottom of all your secrets, today’s little stunt means we can move on to next stage.”

You swallowed hard, trying to not sound as intimidated as you felt, “What’s the next stage?” Mattheo’s grin grew wider, eye’s gleaming with a hint of something you couldn’t quite read, but you weren’t even sure you wanted to. Then you heard it. A voice that was not your own inside your head, Internal communication, Princess. Your eyes widened and Mattheo let out a low chuckle before speaking to you again, C’mon, pretty girl. You can do it. Talk back to me. I know you pay attention.

Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to concentrate, but Mattheo’s hand grabbed your face, giving your cheeks a light squeeze, “Eyes open, Princess. Look at me.” You opened your eyes, your faces were so close you could see the freckles across the bridge of his nose. You could also see the light lines from magical healing on the scar by his right eye. “Focus,” his voice cutting through your internal breakdown of his features. You stared at him, concentrating as hard as you could, thinking of what you wanted to say to him right now, but not knowing if he’d hear you or not.

You’re a fucking prick, you thought. Mattheo wore a devilish grin as he released your face, “Oh, but darling, I’m your prick now.” You rolled your eyes, much to Mattheo’s amusement. “You did good today, Princess. I’m proud of you.” You looked down at your hands in your lap, trying to hide the rush of color that spread across your cheeks at his praise. You weren’t even sure why you wanted it with how infuriating he was most of the time.

Mattheo walked round his desk, sitting down in the chair across from you, “I have your first task for you today.” You looked up at this, brows furrowed with both confusion and worry, “W-what is it?” Mattheo twirled his wand between his fingers like a drum stick, your eyes focused to it, entranced by the way his fingers seemed to move around the object. He flattened his palm quickly, his wand making a sharp sound against the wood of his desk causing you to jump slightly in your seat.

“There’s a group of men coming to the club today. Wizards that are important to what I’m trying to build. But I’m skeptical of their loyalty. They’ve ordered a table, bottle service of course. I want you to tend to them,” you raised an eyebrow at this, “We’ve had this discussion before, Princess. You seem very non-threatening. Beyond that, you’re the newest addition. Besides those of us at the club, no one knows how important you really are.”

“So what are you wanting me to do, seduce them in to spilling their secrets? Offer them a lap dance for every skeevy detail they tell me?” You were half joking at the suggestion. Regardless, Mattheo’s jaw clenched, “You are not a dancer. You will never be a dancer.” You opened your mouth to argue but the raise of Mattheo’s palm quickly silenced you, “I want you to tend to them, bring them any drinks they want, make sure their glasses are never empty, and I want you to listen to them. What they’re saying, how they’re saying it. Then I want you to use your new skill we practiced today to tell me anything that you think might be useful. Understood?”

You crossed your arms, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. Mattheo pinched the bridge of his nose briefly before making hard eye contact with you, “Remember you came to me, Princess. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d protect you. And I also wasn’t lying when I said you’d be useful, and that you were mine now. So…do you understand what I want you to do.”

Nodding your head, you stood up from your seat, never breaking eye contact and answering just as he taught you, Yes, sir. I understand. He smirked, and you returned the gesture before turning and leaving his office towards the dancers dressing room to get ready for your shift, your task. As you entered the changing rooms, hands on the hem of your shirt Mattheo answered you, Good girl.

A shiver ran up your spine before you shook it off. Trying to clear your mind and get ready properly. You walked to the station that you usually got ready at, sitting down and starting on your hair, you usually wore it in an updo as it got hot behind the bar, moving around so quickly and interacting with so many people. “You’re gonna wear it down, tonight,” Draco’s voice was abrupt, causing you to turn towards him.

“That sounded like a command,” you quipped, eyebrows raised. Draco huffed in annoyance, “It was, but not from me. I’m merely relaying the message. You’re also going to be wearing this,” Draco dropped a garment bag on your lap, “shoe’s are in the bag too. If you weren’t so fucking annoying you’d probably look hot tonight.” Draco eyed you up and down, “Pity.” You sneered at the blonde, “Oh go fuck yourself, Malfoy. I’m sure that’s the only action you ever get anyway.”

Draco leaned in close, not fearful of getting right in your face, “Trust me, darling. If cousin hadn’t already claimed you, I’d shut that pretty mouth up and show you just how wrong you are.” Satisfied with leaving you speechless, Draco sauntered out of the changing rooms. You stood from the vanity, hanging the garment bag on a nearby hook to unzip and examine the contents. Inside was a rich, emerald colored dress. Barely a dress, really. You felt like a better descriptions was two pieces of cloth held together with a few strings of diamonds.

There is no way in hell I’m wearing this, you thought to yourself. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of Mattheo’s voice inside your head. You’re wearing the dress, the heels, and your hair is down tonight. It’s all for the task. You rolled your eyes, grumbling as you fit yourself into the slinky attire, struggling to secure the heels properly then trying to figure out a way to get your hair to cooperate while down.

“Here, doll. Let me help you,” Roxy came up behind you, hands moving and arranging your hair this way and that. After a short moment she declared she was finished, insisting you look for yourself. You gaped at the image in the mirror, not knowing what to say, “Roxy I…I look…” Roxy leaned down over your shoulder, meeting your gaze in the mirror, “You look like Mattheo is going to give you one hell of a night tonight.” You looked down at your lap bashfully, “No, you’ve got it all wrong. We’re not…It’s not like that between us.” Roxy hummed in response, “Don’t worry, it will be.”

She walked off to continue to get ready for her shift, leaving you a mess of your thoughts. You shook your head, trying to get everything straight in your mind before finishing your makeup and heading over toward the bar. As you made your way over, you could feel many pairs of eyes on you from all directions. The attention started to make you feel self-conscious, tugging at the back of the dress, trying to conceal what you could.

As you walked up to the bar you tried to ignore Enzo’s smirk, “Don’t say a word or I swear I’ll mame you.” Enzo did a zip and locking motion on his lips, but that meant nothing for the two men who were walking up behind you. “Maldetto inferno, bella ragazza,” Theo’s deep voice was accompanied by a low whistle.

You turned around, glaring. Blaise was quick to add on, “He’s right, love. You look bloody magnificent. The boss pick that out?” You rolled your eyes, effectively giving him his answer, “I’ve been given my first task tonight, boys,” you did an exaggerated curtsy, “So get your looks in while you can, but this is not the attire I will be sporting regularly.”

Blaise raised his eyebrows in slight shock, “You’ve got a task? Seems a bit early, no?” He gave the other two boys a glance, “What made him think you were ready?” It was your turn to smirk, concentrating hard as you looked at him, allowing your thoughts to invade his, Because I learned a new trick. Blaise laughed out loud, causing both Theo and Enzo to look at you both questioningly.

“Go on, show them then,” He gestured towards Theo. You turned towards the tall man, concentrating, You’re a twat. Theo held his hand to his chest, “You wound me, uccellina.” You turned around, facing Enzo now. He held a wide smile, “Be easy on me now, Angel.”

You looked at him with a kind smile, not even needing to think hard before conveying your message into his mind, I’m so sorry about a few weeks ago, I’m sorry if I hurt you. Enzo shook his head, holding his arms open wide for you. You embraced him without question, squeezing him tight around his middle. He mumbled into your hair, “You saved me, like a true angel. Nothing to be sorry about.”

“Oi, what the fuck?” Theo pointed at the interaction, “I get told I’m a twat and Enzo’s hugging her. She’s playing favorites.” Blaise’s shook his head, taking his friend by the arm and leading him away. You stepped back from Enzo, him dabbing beneath your eyes, “Can’t have your pretty face all blotchy for the plan now, hmm?” You let out a soft laugh, then at the sound of Mattheo’s voice, your spine stiffened. They’re here.

Your task was proving to be seemingly easy. For the majority of the night you brought three gentleman drinks, again and again. None of which were saying much beyond disgusting conversation about different dancers that were appearing on stage. It wasn’t until about their fourth scotch that any relevant information seemed to pass their lips.

As you were handing out the current round of drinks, your ears perked at what they were saying. “Mattheo has no idea, I’m sure of it,” a rather stout man was shaking his head, eyes lingering a little too long down the front of your dress as you bent down to hand him his drink. Your stomach churned at the way he was looking at you, but the feeling quickly dissipated at the next man's sentence.

“That’s the problem, he’s still just a boy. A boy who’s trying to conquer his father’s footsteps, but in reality he’s just following right in them, straight to his death if you ask me.” His sentence startled you, causing you to spill the drink slightly in his lap, “Oh, sir, I’m so sorry! How stupid of me.”

The thinner man only gave you a smile that gave you the feeling of being covered in slime, “Oh, no worries, poppet, you can just go get me another.” You nodded, doing your best to look bashful instead of worried. As you turned to leave the man gave your arse a firm slap, causing a slight yelp to leave your lips. “Hurry back,” the man chided as you walked quickly to the bar.

When you got there Enzo gave you a concerned look, “S’everything alright over there, Angel?” You nodded, still looking slightly annoyed and caught off guard, “Yes, relatively speaking. I just got fucking groped but I guess that’s custom of playing the part, hmm?”

Enzo’s once calm demeanor immediately turned sour, his eyes darkening to a shade you’ve never seen them before, “Which one?” You looked at him, tilting your head. Enzo spoke again, deeper, stronger, “Which one of those fucking gits touched you inappropriately?” You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder, “S’okay, Enzo, nothing I can’t handle. Take a deep breath. Look, Mattheo’s walking over there now, just, make this drink again and once I’ve told Mattheo what he needs to know I’ll be back here for the rest of the night.” Enzo nodded, reluctantly, placing a new drink in your hand as well as Mattheo’s usual.

As you walked back towards the group of men, your eyes locked with Mattheo’s. You handed the thinner man his drink, smiling sickeningly sweet at him before handing Mattheo his. With a quizzical eye Mattheo’s voice rang between your ears, Any useful intel? You bid the other men goodbye, nodding at Mattheo acknowledging you heard what he had asked.

Walking back towards the bar you gave Mattheo your report, They’re planning on backing out of your deal, they think you’re no better than your father. That you’re going to fail just like he did. They said that your ego is getting in the way of reality and you’ve lost sight of the true vision. You glanced back at the meeting, seeing Mattheo’s jaw visibly clench before glancing back towards you, letting you know he heard what you had said.

You were too nosy, needed to know what was still happening. When you saw the conversation seemingly finishing up, you walked back over with the cover that you were collecting glasses. You looked over at Mattheo, but he avoided your gaze. He told the men to enjoy the rest of the night, handing them a stack of muggle cash for the dancers before leading you away.

“What happened, did you tell them to fuck off? Threaten them for what they’re planning?” Mattheo continued to look forward, leading you toward the bar, “I made the deal.” You scoffed, nearly dropping the tray in your hands in the process, “Are you crazy? Did you not hear me before, they’re screwing you over, Mattheo.” The man only huffed out a slight laugh, “Princess, you have so much to learn. Those men will learn their lesson, but I have to let them think they have the upper hand. The boys and I will sort the rest out later.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant by that. How they were going to sort it out. If that meant that one of them were going to end up hurt like Enzo before. But Mattheo walked away, holing himself up in his office for the rest of the night.

In the end you were thankful as working behind the bar proved far less stressful than the two hours you were tasked with maintaining calmness with people that were clearly hoping for Mattheo’s and essentially the rest of yours downfall. You found yourself glad that Mattheo stuck you with this job versus a dancer right now, Enzo proving very lively company most nights. You cared for him like a brother, feeling protective over him, especially after the last incident a few weeks ago.

As the night was wrapping up, Mattheo came out of his office to bid the slimey wizards goodbye. Promising again to make good on his end of the deal and walking them towards the exit doors. You assisted Enzo with cleanup of the bar, washing glasses and collecting trash that the muggle patrons seemed to always leave behind. You were tying up the bag when Enzo walked over, offering to take it to the bin out back.

You stared at him incredulously, “I think I can manage taking out some rubbish, Enz. Just don’t apparate home without me, mkay?” Enzo held up his hands in defeat, nodding and promising not to leave you behind. You made your way towards the back side exit, walking outside into the alleyway and tossing the bag in the large bin. You shivered slightly at the drop in temperature compared to inside the club, intensely remembering how little clothing you actually had on tonight.

Making your way back towards the door, a low and dangerous voice met your ears, “Funny finding you out here, poppet. But then again, I was hoping you’d come.” You stopped in your tracks, turning slowly to see that the thin man was not alone, but also accompanied by his two friends from earlier.

You did your best to put on a polite smile, “Yes, well. End of the night duties call. I drew the rubbish straw.” You let out a nervous laugh, trying to subtly walk backwards towards the door again. The thinner man was tall, his long strides bringing him close to you far too quickly, “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be handling the rubbish. She should be worshiped.”

He continued to walk closer to you until he somehow managed to back you against the side of the building. You yelped slightly when your back hit the wall, almost knocking the breath out of yourself. The man simply smiled, reaching his hand up to caress your cheek slightly. You flinched at the contact, causing a low rumble of a laugh to emit from him, “Don’t be afraid, poppet. I’m gonna take good care of you, just like you took care of me and my boys all night.”

You shook your head, “Thank you for the offer sir, but I’m really not interested. If I could just,” you went to push him back, make your way back towards the door when he gripped your wrist. His hold was harsh, surely to leave a bruise and he slammed your back up against the brick wall again. The stones of your dress dug into your back, causing a whimper to leave your throat.

“Such a pretty sound,” he cupped your cheek now. You turned away from him, pleading, “Please, no. I don’t want to.” He gripped your chin, the action having the complete opposite effect on you than when Mattheo does it. Mattheo. You needed Mattheo.

You squirmed in the man’s hold, trying desperately to avoid his touches, avoid his lips as he tried to place them on yours. Trying to focus on only Mattheo as you screamed for him in your thought, Mattheo, please. Merlin, please help.

You looked back towards the man, a dangerous hunger in his eyes. He leaned in, trying to capture your lips with his but you pulled away again. Instead his mouth and tongue trailing down the side of your neck. Princess, where are you, what’s wrong?

You almost cried out in relief hearing Mattheo’s voice in your head. You tried again to push the man off, but this only made him angry. He gripped your wrist tighter, turning you around and pushing you face first into the bricks. His body was flush to yours, his breath hot in your ear, “You’re fighting me so much, poppet, if you wanted it rough, you should’ve just said so to begin with.”

Eyes closed, you tried to hold your composure. Back alley. You managed to get out to Mattheo as you felt the mans fingertips trailing down your spine, tracing the cross-crosses of the diamond straps. You shifted once more, only for the man to push you harder against the wall, you felt the brick dig into your cheek, whimpering as you felt the warmth of blood on your face.

The pop of an apparition alerted the man and the others to company. The man finally released you to turn towards the intrusion, giving you the opportunity to turn around and see Mattheo and the other boys all surrounding the men. You slid down the wall, hugging your knees to yourself as you watched the impending chaos ensue.

Without warning Mattheo cast a spell at the man, who deflected it with a laugh, “What’s wrong, Riddle? Didn’t daddy ever teach you to share your toys?” Mattheo bore his teeth to the man, throwing several more spells his way. Behind him, Theo and Blaise had a hold of the man’s two cronies while Enzo and Malfoy held a wand to each of their throats. You hugged your knees to yourself tighter, taking your wand from your thigh strap and gripping it with all your might.

“Was it not you, Monti, who said I would be stupid to follow in my father’s footsteps, why would I listen to anything he had to say, especially sharing?” Mattheo taunted. The man, Monti, turned to you with an evil glare in his eyes, “So you’re more than just a pretty face with a tight ass, hmm, poppet? And here I thought you were just a daft fucking bimbo.” Monti pointed his wand towards you, raising it high as he prepared to cast whatever spell he had in mind.

“You’re a waste of existence, Monti. And it’s going to give me so much pleasure to fucking kill you,” Mattheo flicked his wand, barely even perceptible to someone who wasn’t paying attention. Monti’s wand flew from his hands, him turning around to face Mattheo again, “Wha-” Monti’s sentence was cut short by the red light that emitted from Mattheo’s wand, causing the thin man to fall onto the pavement in pain.

Mattheo released the man from the spell, Monti gasping for breath as Mattheo spoke once more, “If there’s one thing my father taught me, it’s how to effectively torture.” Mattheo mumbled the cruciatus curse once more, red light hitting the man, causing him to scream out in pain. “What’s wrong, Monti. I thought you liked it rough,” Mattheo grit through his teeth. “What you fail to realize, Monti, is that I did learn something from my father’s mistakes. You see,” he intensified his curse, the man losing breath from the amount of pain he was in, “my father used to take his enemies and make them into slaves, torturing them until they were basically puppets for his own use. But me. Oh I prefer loyalty. Which means you,” Mattheo halted his torture for a moment, leaning down towards Monti’s face, “you are now completely useless to me.” Mattheo stood tall, his wand pointed down towards the man who was looking at him with pleading eyes. “Avada Kedavra.”

The green light from Mattheo’s wand hit Monti square in the chest and instantly he was motionless. You covered your mouth to conceal your gasp, tears streaming down your face. “Boss,” Enzo’s voice rang out over the silence. Mattheo turned to the others, still holding Monti’s people hostage. Mattheo gave the most subtle of nods and you saw Enzo’s eyes darken, the most sinister grin you’ve ever seen slowly appear on his face.

Enzo turned towards the man Theo was holding. The man began pleading for his life, screaming that he’d be loyal to Mattheo, do anything he wanted. But his words were cut short, soon turning to a gurgling mess as Enzo swiftly dragged his wand across the man’s throat, whatever spell he used making a clean line across his jugular. For good measure Enzo slowly dragged his wand from the man’s pubic bone up to his sternum, effectively splitting the man wide open. Theo released the man then, allowing his dead carcass to sink to the pavement as the contents of his body slowly spilled from the wounds.

Malfoy took a different approach to his torture and kill, casting a spell that essentially made the man Blaise was holding start choking on water. So while Enzo was carving his kill, Malfoy’s was slowly drowning without any hope of recovery. When both of Monti’s cronies were dead, laying lifeless on the pavement you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a choked sobbing noise from what you had just witnessed. At the sound, all five men then turned in your direction, seemingly forgetting you were still there and just witnessed them in their most sinister forms.

Immediately Mattheo rushed to your side, wrapping his arms around you and burying your face into his chest, a hand behind your head to hold you close. You couldn’t stop the tears from coming now, sobs overtaking your body, making your whole form shake. “Malfoy call for Pansy. Now,” Mattheo ordered. Malfoy nodded, face stoic. In less than a minute Pansy was exiting the back door, taking in the scene around her. “For fucks sake, guys,” she ran a hand through her hair, quickly throwing it up into a ponytail.

Mattheo turned to her, still holding on to you, “Pansy, call for Gimball so he can help you and the other’s clean this up. I’m going to take her back to the manor.” You couldn’t see it with your head burried in Mattheo’s chest, but the others all looked at you with concern. Pansy nodded at the order, calling for Gimball who immediately appeared in the alley way. “Miss Parkinson,” Gimball nodded towards her. Gimball took in the scene around him, turning towards Mattheo now, “Quite a mess, Master Riddle, quite a mess indeed.” Mattheo huffed, “I don’t have time for a lecture now, Gimball. You can do it later.” The house elf walked off towards Enzo’s victim, grumbling.

Mattheo turned towards the others, “I can trust you to handle this, yes?” Everyone nodded. “We’ll take care of it, boss,” Blaise assured him. Mattheo stood then, bringing you to stand with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, face buried between his collar and jaw. Mattheo held the back of your head, keeping you pressed close to him with the other wrapped around your waist to hold you tight. He leaned down close to your ear, “Ready, Princess?” You nodded your head, and in an instant you both were standing in your room.

Once you realized that you were in the safety of the manor and the initial adrenaline wore off it was like your body weighed two tons, your legs giving out and you nearly collapsing. Mattheo could feel it, your muscles relaxing, almost too much. He caught you quickly, leaning down to hook your knees over his elbow and lift you up, carrying you over to your bed. As he set you down you curled back into yourself, pulling your knees back to your chest and laying on your side.

Mattheo placed a gentle kiss on your temple, causing you to flinch slightly. “I’ll be right back, Princess.” You wanted to protest, open your mouth and ask him not to leave you alone, but you watched as he walked to the en suite towards your bathroom. You heard the sound of water before Mattheo came walking towards you again. “C’mon, love,” he slid one arm under your shoulders, the other under your knees again. You wrapped your arms around his neck to allievate some of your weight, which was entirely unnecessary because he carried you to the bathroom as if you weighed nothing.

Once in the bathroom he sat you down on the counter. Mattheo knelt down, undoing the buckles of your heels, sliding them off your feet. His hands trailed up your calves, along the sides of your thighs, when he reached the bottom hem of your dressed he met your eyes, silently asking if it was okay. You gave him a small nod. He wrapped one arm under your thighs, lifting you up slightly to continue lifting your dress up your form before setting you back down on the counter.

“Arms up,” you did as told, Mattheo pulling the dress up and over your head before placing it on the counter beside you. You wrapped your arms around your chest, more so from the slight cold than from being fully exposed to him. At the moment you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. Mattheo grabbed a washcloth from the counter, running it under hot water. He gently held your chin between his forefinger and thumb, lightly dabbing the washcloth over the cut on your cheek and cleaning the blood from your face.

When he was finished he took out his wand, mumbling a simple healing spell over the small wound. He gently ghosted his fingers over the bruise forming on your wrist, you not being able to help but flinch slightly. He turned the water off from the tub before picking you up once more to place you in the water. Once he did, he went to stand; you grabbed hold of his hand, halting his movement, “Will you…sit with me?” He nodded, “Course, Princess. I won’t leave you.” He went to stand up again but you shook your head, “No, like will you sit with me…here,” you nodded toward the water around you, “in the tub.”

Mattheo gave you a look, one that clearly read, are you sure? You nodded again, a soft, “Please,” leaving your lips. He nodded and you let him stand up fully. You watched as his hands undid each button of his dress shirt before letting it fall from his shoulders. You let your eyes wander over his skin again, taking in the different shades of black and greys of the tattoos that were scattered over his chest and stomach, down his arms to his hands and fingers. You didn’t miss the dark mark on his left forearm as he undid the buttons of his trousers. There were deep scars over it, like he had tried to remove it from himself and failed every time.

He took steps back toward the tub and you slid forward slightly to allow him some room. He kept his briefs on, wanting to make sure not only you were comfortable but also that he had no other ill intentions despite you being fully exposed. When he was fully seated in the tub you slid backwards again until your back hit his chest. You leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You wrapped your hands around his forearm, burying your face in the crook of his elbow.

You felt Mattheo’s lips press gently at your hairline behind your ear before he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” he spoke gently after a moment, “Tonight was all my fault, I shouldn’t have…maybe you weren’t ready.” You gave his forearm a light squeeze, lifting your head up to rest your cheek on his arm. “S’not your fault. And I felt ready…still feel ready, guess I just didn’t realize what all the business really entailed.”

Mattheo let out a long sigh, “I dunno, love. Maybe wait a couple week-” You shook your head, “No. Don’t do that, I’ll be okay. I just…didn’t realize how vicious everyone could really be, I mean Enzo..” You could feel Mattheo smirk slightly, “I told you he was my most dangerous, Princess.” You scoffed, “Yeah but you didn’t tell me he was basically Sammy the Bull.” Mattheo turned his face toward yours, eyebrows furrowed so fiercely they were nearly touching. You rolled your eyes, “Sammy the Bull…Salvatore Gravano,” you paused again but Mattheo only widened his eyes for further explanation. “He’s a very notorious hitman for the muggle mafia, Teo. You should know this, you work with muggles sometimes don’t you.”

You turned your head to fully meet his eyes, only to see them sparking slightly, him holding a mischievous grin. “What?” You asked curiously. Mattheo held his smile, “Did you just call me Teo?” A blush crept up your neck and over your cheeks, “I, erm, yes. I don’t know why, it just, slipped I’m sorry.” He laughed then, a light chuckle that rumbled his chest and vibrated against your back, “S’okay, Princess. I don’t mind. S’cute.”

This only made you blush harder, burying your face into the crook of his elbow again. He let out another small laugh before fitting his face in the crook of your neck. You both stayed like that, wrapped in each other until the water began to run cold. Mattheo then helped you out of the tub, insisting that he dry you and taking a little to much time drying your thighs and bum. When you scolded him he only smirked, “I’m a man, Princess, you can’t blame me.”

He followed you back into the bedroom, insisting on helping you get dressed in your sleep shirt and tank before grabbing his sweats from the bed and pulling them on. “When did those get there?” You questioned as you pulled back the duvet. You had finally gotten one that fit the bed, a beautiful lindworm green color that you felt matched not only the aesthetic of the room but the house as well. “I asked Pansy to put them there when I brought you to the bath,” he said simply as he rounded the bed, preparing to get in as well.

“You’re staying?” There was more hopeful surprise in your tone than you really wanted to reveal to him, but the flutter in your stomach at the prospect was undeniable. “Of course, Princess. I told you,” he settled further in to the bed, slipping his arm under your waist and pulling your chest flush to his side, “I’m not leaving you.” He grabbed the crook of your knee like he did before, hiking your leg up and over his waist.

He rested his hand over the expanse of your thigh, the arm that was wrapped around you bent so his hand could run his fingers through your hair, “Close your eyes, Princess. I’ve got ya.” The heat radiating off Mattheo along with him just fully enveloping you lulled you into a deep sleep. Again, you slept with no nightmares. Again, you woke up alone.

#protego series #mafia!slytherin boys #mafia!mattheo riddle #Mattheo riddle fic #Mattheo riddle x you #Mattheo riddle x reader

[dorkszn]

— letting you do their hair

— thomas j, alexander h, and phillip h x gn reader, john laurens x masc reader

+ black coded reader for thomas and john! modern-ish au!

PHILLIP H !

✩ he loves letting you do this hair. sometimes you don’t even have to ask, he’ll ask you.

✩ he only trust you and his parents to wash it and take care of it

✩ you style it a lot for him and eliza loves it

✩ tender headed as fuck

✩ if someone flirts with him in public, especially if they bring up his hair, he’ll just go on and on about you

✩ “oh my hair? yeah it’s nice, ain’t it? my (s/o) did it. Aren’t they so skilled?”

✩ you teach him how to braid his hair and style it the way you do so he can do them himself if there’s a time you’re not around

☆ watching your favorite shows 🤝 washing and drying his hair

THOMAS J !

☆ he is so protective of his hair. like he’s the only one allowed to touch it

☆ so obviously it took you a lot of begging and convincing but he eventually gave in

☆ he’ll make snarky comments and act like a baby when you first wash his hair or attempt to style it but a little pop with the comb gets him to shut up

☆ he almost fell asleep the first time you braided his hair, but he likes to pretend it never happened

☆ so embarrassed to ask you to wash his hair and you can’t help but tease him for it

☆ after a while, he had you braiding his hair once a week for an extra curl

☆ you guys have matching bonnets

☆ he will literally call James mid hair session and just start talking about the government with him

☆ he was very skeptical about your products but eventually they become the only thing he uses

ALEXANDER H !

☆ he was genuinely surprised when you asked him to do his hair

☆ he hadn’t had anyone to do it or take care of it for years, especially since his mother passed

☆ “you’d do that for me?” he’d question, genuine shock on his face

☆ and it takes all of both of you to not start crying when you do take care of his hair

☆ the first time you washed it for him was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him

☆ it was the most loved he’d felt for a while

☆ then there were times were you just played in his hair

☆ whether we was working or just watching tv, you were putting silly little styles in his hair. and it he loves it. he thinks it’s adorable.

☆ some mornings, he ask you to put his hair up for him or slick it back for him just so he can have the best start to his day

☆ his hair was very first thing he asked you to do when he came back from war

☆ scalp massages >>>

☆ they’re one of the only things that convince him to leave his office, just for a little bit

JOHN L !

☆ after he meets you, he refuses to do his hair unless you’re away on a trip

☆ he whines and pleads, making an excuses on “how you do so much better” and “how loved it makes him feel” while giving you kisses

☆ but if you’re truly tired, of course he’ll give you a break

☆ you came home once and found him wearing your bonnet/durag

☆ you also do most of his haircuts

☆ he doesn’t mind his hair growing out but he knows it’s getting too long when you start beating him while play fighting

☆ to him if you’re winning, his hair is messing with his vision and it’s a “handicap”

☆ definitely gets popped with the comb everytime you do his hair

“john, could you turn your head just a little bit?” you question, your frustration already growing. he couldn’t help but tease you constantly, it was in his nature. he slightly turns his head with a small smirk on his face, knowing he was pissing you off.

“john, don’t play with me right no—“ you cut off your words when john grabs you by the waist and pulls you in and onto his lap. his hand gripping the outside of your thigh to support you as you straddle his legs.

“this angle good enough for you?” he asks, giving you his typically stupid grin. you can’t help but softly smile as you look at him, your previous anger from before leaving.

“t’s fine, i guess.” you shrug before going back to attempting to cut his hair.

“see? why let anyone else do my hair when i can have you do it for free and get a lap dance at the same time?” he says nonchalantly, continuing to scroll on his phone. his free hand caress your thigh and slithering back to ass.

“john, i swear you’re going to wake up bald one day.”

#dorkszn #dorkfilmz #hamilton musical #phillip hamilton x reader #hamilton drabble #hamilton fanfic #hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson x reader #thomas jefferson fic #alexander hamilton x reader #john laurens x reader #john laurens #hamilton fluff #hamilton angst #hamilton an american musical

[maxislvt]

i would like to discuss the washing r’s mouth out with soap idea because DAMN. plz wanda wash my mouth out with soap and then sit on my face so all i taste is you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessive behavior, mommy kink, pet play if you squint, Stockholm Syndrome

toxic Wanda headcanons because I'm on my period and I get to spoil myself!!

You have no idea what you're getting into when you first meet her. Wanda seems so nice and gentle when you first start talking, that you ignore the tiny red flags that may pop up when you two first become friends. For a moment, you're convinced that Wanda was entirely oblivious to your feelings at first. It's hard talking to her, so you opt to make her jealous instead.

It works a lot better than you intended and Wanda is pissed. Like, drag you to another room and spend an hour giving you hickies pissed. You stupidly take this as the sign of a new relationship, but Wanda refuses to make anything official for some weeks. She goes on "dates" with other people and won't show any affection towards you.

Eventually, she makes the demand that you two won't become official until you've "cleansed yourself". You agree without even thinking about it but immediately regret when she makes you kneel on the bathroom floor and open your mouth so she can brush your teeth with soap. Wanda makes you gargle it like seven times before she's done and then she spits in your mouth. She makes up for it by giving you a bath, but she gets you dirty again because she face fucks you to finalize the process.

After that, you two have a constant on again/off again relationship. Wanda constantly blames you for it though. In her mind, the rules she makes are completely reasonable and you're just being difficult when you refuse to follow them. It's always you who comes crying back to her because you'd rather die than live without her.

It's on, then off, then on again only a few more times. After putting up with her god awful behavior enough times, you end up leaving for goods. You don't even bother telling her you've moved out. One day she comes home and it's half empty. You're lucky you don't get to see her flip her lid. She nearly destroyed the whole apartment that day.

Not that it truly matters. Wanda spends weeks stalking you. What she finds genuinely makes her sick. You're independent. Living on your own and you seem happy. Wanda doesn't know what to do with herself. You need her and she's going to remind you whether you like it or not.

Her plan is simple. Wanda shows up once you come back from work and acts like nothing happened. She pushes right into your house and suddenly it's all "oh babe, you look so tired. why don't I make you dinner today? I'm sure you forgot to eat. you're too scared to force her out and she ignores you every time you tell her to leave. Denying her doesn't work either because she's crank everything up to 11. she'll be all over talking about how much she missed you and won't ever treat you like that again.

It doesn't matter if you're not convinced because she planned on fucking you dumb and convincing you to stay with her anyway. The second she gets between your legs it's all "see, your little pussy missed my cock so much! i bet it's extra said because you tried replacing mommy with some loser who can't even fuck you half as good as I can"

You're lucky if she lets you see your friends after that. If you ever leave the house she'll put a tracker in your bag somewhere.She totally plays hero with it if you ever lose your wallet or keys because she'll just magically know where everything is

God forbid she has even the slightest physical advantage over you because she lives off of intimidating you. It's even worse because you'll grow to love it. She can toss and turn you anyway she wants and you'd be completely hopeless against her

Gaslighting 24/7. "You're hanging out with your friends more than me, why don't you just stay home tonight? You know all your friends hate me. Just stay, please?"

Oh, you fully get downgraded from partner to pet. Wanda slowly takes away your right to care for yourself. Everything from cooking to showering has to be done by her or at least with her permission. You'll be completely naked around the house and it becomes a "privilege" to sleep in the same bed as her.

Wanda loves forcing you to get body modifications too. It's just a small tattoo that says "Property of Wanda Maximoff" on your wrist. Maybe she'll force you to get matching piercings sometimes too. Anything that shows that she literally fucking owns you

Obsessed with making you cum. Like the only way you can ever get through to her is by denying her sex. Wanda has this weird thing where she can't ever force herself on to you. If you say no or can't get wet enough, she'll do absolutely anything if it means getting you to relax and go into subspace. "Please baby. Show mommy she's doing a good job and cum for me. Please? I promise I'll play nice if you do, just cum for me again."

You make the mistake of using it to get some autonomy back, but it bites you in the ass mega hard. Clothes overstimulate you now, your food doesn't taste nearly as good as Wanda's does, and you miss being on your knees for her. Of course, she rubs it in whenever you go back on the freedoms you gave yourself, but she's happy you've learned your lesson.

#panther speaks #pvntherz #wanda maximoff #toxic!wanda #panthers headcanons #wanda headcanons #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #anon

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Boys Have A Negative Reaction To Your Pregnancy [Request]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

SEOKJIN:

Ever since you'd broken the news to the boys about your pregnancy it had been a whirlwind of different reactions and while most of the boys were happy for you there was one member who didn't seem exactly thrilled about the prospect. For weeks Yoongi had been acting shifty toward you and you had wondered what you'd done so wrong to upset him so much.

"Yoongi..." You walked into his studio with what you were hoping would be a peace offering, Jin was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders giving them a small rub of encouragement every now and again. 

"What? I'm busy," He grumbled not realising that Jin was with you, as soon as he turned to see Jin he swallowed the lump that was in his throat. You held up the small box of cookies that happened to be his favourite and he looked at Jin who was staring back at him with a warning stare. The two of them had been butting heads a lot since you'd told Yoongi that you were pregnant and you were starting to worry it was going to affect them working together properly. The last thing anyone wanted was for the members to start fighting inside of their group and have their work crumble apart because of it, 

"We need to talk about this," Jin said as he sat down on the small sofa inside the sofa and you copied his actions slowly starting to feel anxious about all of this. For weeks you'd been trying to figure out what Yoongi's problem could have been but you couldn't think of anything,

"There's nothing to talk about," Yoongi said with a shortened tone, refusing to look at either of you.

"Clearly when it seems you have a problem with my wife being pregnant." Jin blurted out bluntly, the air felt as though it was getting too thick and it felt as though it was getting a little too hard for you to breathe. 

"I don't have a problem with Yn being pregnant," Yoongi mumbled staring down at the floor as he decided he couldn't keep it in any longer. It had been weeks of constantly tip-toeing around the subject and refusing to talk to anyone about it, 

"So what is it?"

"It's going to mess everything up," Yoongi said before suddenly looking up and staring at the both of you, your heart sank as you looked at him. The man appeared to be upset about the thought of messing something up and you could see it in his eyes,

"You'll have to take time off to be a father and then you'll want to be around the kid more than music...It's going to start fucking things up for us all...Soon the others will want kids. And what if people start to hate us for it? Or what if they lose interest?" Hearing that it wasn't something that you had done to piss off Yoongi was like a weight off your chest but hearing all of his concerns only worsened the ones you'd been having about the pregnancy.

"Listen...Both of you, because I know Yn is worrying about it too." Jin carefully took your hand into his as he stared at Yoongi,

"Everything will be fine, some people are going to react poorly and that's a given," He looked at you with a warm smile and back to his member, 

"But that's life. Not everyone is going to like every decision we make and if they aren't happy for me creating a family then they aren't someone who truly supported us in the first place," Jin explained before smiling to himself, he'd done a lot of thinking about this himself so he understood why Yoongi was so worried about it.

"I'll want to be there for my kid of course but that's not to say I won't always be around with music...There's nothing stopping me from bringing the little guy-"

"Or girl," You added with a small smile, 

"With us whenever we make music or bring them to the shows...They'll be our little mascot." Jin laughed and you could see a hint of a smile beginning to play on Yoongi's lips before he looked at you and smiled properly at you for the first time since the announcement. 

"You'll really let him bring your girl on tour?" He questioned you before you nodded,

"I would, she's got to support her daddy and uncles," You added with a small giggle, gently rubbing your bump as you thought about the future your little girl was going to have. 

"What makes you both so sure it's a girl?" Jin asked defensively before you and Yoongi both laughed together, it was just a feeling that you both had about the gender.

YOONGI:

When you'd first told the boys that you were expecting they'd all seemed too happy about you being pregnant, all of them were excited to see what the new chapter was going to bring to you and to them.

"Hey, Jimin. You want some dessert?" You asked as you walked over to the member who had been staying out of the party all day long. The boys had thrown you a surprise baby shower with a gender reveal but Jimin had seemed the least interested in everything that was going on and you wanted to figure out why. He'd been avoiding you as if your pregnancy was contagious

"No." He grumpily said before staring down at his phone, you smiled weakly and sat down on one of the seats beside him groaning as you did so. Pregnancy wasn't all it was cracked up to be, all of your body ached from the extra weight you were carrying and you constantly felt tired,

"Did Yoongi get you to put your name suggestions in the box? He's been getting everyone to do it," You smiled politely still trying to bring Jimin out of his shell but he ignored you as he scrolled through his phone, you bit down on your lip and glanced around to make sure no one was listening.

"Jimin...Look, I know this pregnancy was out of nowhere but-"

"But what?! Huh? You want me to sit and pretend to be happy like everyone else seems to be doing?!" He yelled out suddenly, tears welled up in your eyes as your stomach began to churn, damn the extra fucking hormones making you cry so easily.

"What's going on?" Yoongi quizzed as he rushed over to you gently wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He'd heard the yelling but as soon as he'd seen you crying it was like something took over him, 

"Why are you yelling at my wife?" He asked Jimin who was now blushing and shaking his head. 

"Everyone is acting like this baby won't be the worst thing in the world! People are going to lose interest in us Hyung, no one is going to want to support a group who have a baby." The air suddenly turned quiet and everyone was now looking in your direction, Yoongi sighed as he slowly licked his lips. The thought had crossed his mind once or twice but it was something he was putting out of his mind, 

"If people choose not to support us because we're making a future then they don't need to support us in the first place," Yoongi explained calmly before he looked at you to make sure you were okay, he gently wiped his thumb under your eye to remove the tears.

"Having a family is something that should and will be normalised, people will be upset and some will be happy...That's how life works," Yoongi said as he slowly looked back at a guilty-looking Jimin, the last thing he'd wanted was to make you cry he'd just been so worried about everything he snapped.

"I'm sorry Yn...I didn't mean to ruin your party." He said as he slowly took a spot on the side next to you, slowly offering you the dessert you'd offered to him and you smiled warmly at him. 

"It's fine...I'm scared too," You admit to him before the two of you go into an in-depth discussion about the things that were worrying the two of you.

HOSEOK:

It would be a lie if all of the boys said that they were thrilled with the idea of you being pregnant. Most of them were worried about what it was going to mean for the group, would things be different? Were they going to have to break up and move on from BTS? 

"Did you even think it through?" Yoongi asked as he stared at Hoseok who was looking rather confused. The members had called a team meeting and it turned out it was a secret way to bombard Hoseok with all of the questions that they'd been worrying about.

"What?"

"Did you think it through? What do you think is going to happen to us? They're going to make us split up and do solo stuff," Namjoon said clearly as he looked distressed about it all and how could he not? He was going to risk losing something that made him very happy.

"Things will be fine," Hoseok said with a small smile, there was nothing any of them could say that would change his mind about fatherhood.

"How do you know?" Jimin asked with a strained voice, they'd all been worrying about it ever since you'd dropped the bombshell that 

"I just do," He laughed a little but none of them seemed to be laughing along with him and he shook his head,

"Look, things will be fine. I plan on staying with you, I don't want to break up the group because I've decided that I want to have a baby..." He glanced over every member who all seemed a little unsure about it,

"I thought about it a lot too...Do you think I was super thrilled at first? I overthought everything until the last detail but now I'm happy. Do you want to know why?" They all stared at him waiting for him to continue and he smiled, 

"Because I'm starting a new chapter of my life and if people don't accept that then they don't get to be in the new chapter, they can walk right out and I will keep going..." The boys exchanged worried looks before nodding along with Hoseok, it wasn't something that was completely normalised yet but it was something that needed to be. 

"Let's normalise it," Hoseok said with encouragement, smirking as all of the boys seemed to perk up and nod in agreement with him.

NAMJOON:

"Did you think about what this could mean for all of us?!" You heard Taehyung hiss at Namjoon, you stopped just outside of Namjoon's studio and listened to what the two of them were speaking about. It had been a month since your pregnancy was announced to the members and it was getting pretty close to when you would announce it to everyone else and things between Taehyung and Namjoon were tense. You'd noticed Taehyung being pretty short with Namjoon whenever you were around and it had been happening when you weren't.

"It means I have a future, a family," Namjoon said calmly, he knew why Taehyung was worried but it wasn't going to be a problem he just didn't know how to make Taehyung see it. 

"You saw how poorly fans reacted when they were fake rumours of you being a father, what do you think it'll do when real ones drop?" You licked your lips as you slowly walked into the room, it was something you'd been wondering about yourself but had never said to Namjoon. 

"Either they'll be happy for me or they won't. It's life." Namjoon shook his head before rubbing the bridge of his nose - a sign that he was stressed with something. 

"Fans come and go and if they choose to stay and support me through becoming a father then those are the true fans. Not those who leave because I've decided to take the next step in my life," Namjoon stared at Taehyung as he explained and you teared up a little, he was completely right but you hadn't heard him say it until right now. 

"So you're not worried?" Taehyung asked, sounding a lot calmer than he had previously known his hyung wasn't stressed about anything that was going on. 

"No. Because if they don't want to stay that's on them but I know many of ARMY will stay and continue to support us," You smiled to yourself before Taehyung slowly looked over and sent you an apologetic look. 

"Things will be okay," You told him before he smiled more at you and came over to hug you, apologising to you as he embraced you.

JIMIN:

Ever since the news had dropped about your pregnancy Jungkook had been nothing short but rude and mean to you about it. He'd outright blamed you for "ruining" everything and that if BTS lost their fame and fans it was because of you. You'd never told Jimin any of this because you didn't want to cause fights between the two when Jungkook was clearly upset about everything that was going on.

"Nothing is going to change, you realise that right? Jimin is still going to be here, he's still going to be working with you." You explained to Jungkook who was refusing to look at you or even acknowledge the fact that you were speaking to him and you sighed a little. 

"Jungkook, please."

"You've ruined everything. Jimin is going to end up leaving us because he's going to want to spend all of his time with his kid."

"So?" You froze hearing Jimin's voice come from behind you, you hadn't expected him to come home so soon and you bit down on your lip.

"Babe...Jungkook didn't mean it like that,"

"Yes, I did. She's ruined everything by getting pregnant." He snapped angrily, staring over at Jimin who was shaking his head at Jungkook. None of this was supposed to turn out this way, Jungkook had imagined all of the members being dads at the same time but everything was out of balance. If Jimin had a baby now then everything was going to be put on hold whereas if they'd all had babies at the same time nothing would have mattered, they would have had breaks at the same time.

"Ruined? Jungkook, we've been planning this baby for a long time nothing will be ruined." Jimin shook his head. The two of you had been planning on having a baby since you'd gotten married and you were excited about the idea of bringing a new life into the world.

"You'll leave the group," Jungkook mumbled before Jimin looked at you. The two of you had talked intensely about what having a baby would mean for the band and you'd been worried for this exact reason. However, you'd also planned what things were going to be like. Jimin and you wanted your kid to be homeschooled most of their life so he could be around the child more.

"Nothing is going to change and I'm not leaving...Yn and I both want to stay close to our child which was why we were going to homeschool...Not to mention we both understand my life...Jungkook, nothing will change." Jimin reassured him over and over again, telling him the plan that you and he had for the baby.

TAEHYUNG:

The moment you'd told the boys about your pregnancy you could sense that there was something wrong but no one said anything. The feeling that something was wrong went on for weeks and weeks until you slowly noticed that Namjoon wasn't as happy as he was portraying himself to be.

"Namjoon-Hyung?" Taehyung called out as he walked into the leader's house, you were holding a basket of baked goods and hoping he was in a better mood than he had been yesterday. Yesterday he'd angrily snapped at you when you'd been at the studios, telling you that you shouldn't be such a distraction to Taehyung and the other boys. That and that you'd only gotten pregnant in order to Trap Taehyung into being with you, you knew it must have been the anger talking but it wasn't something you were going to let slide and you'd gone to Taehyung about it.

"What do you want?" He asked when he noticed the two of you were together and you glanced at your boyfriend to make him talk first,

"I wanted to come and explain that she's not trapping me into the relationship...That we've been planning this for a long time." Taehyung explained as he carefully took your hand in his. It wasn't as though your relationship was short, the two of you had been together for four years and you'd both decided you wanted a kid before getting married so that the child could be involved with the wedding.

"Taehyung...I didn't mean-"

"No, let me finish Hyung. Yn and I have been wanting to start a family for a while and nothing you say will change that...We're looking forward to starting a new chapter in our lives." Taehyung explained as you nodded in agreement, biting down on your lip as you slowly looked to Namjoon who appeared apologetic already.

"I was worried that this would cause problems with the rest of us...That maybe it would stop people from liking BTS." Namjoon explained before you both exchanged a look with Taehyung, 

"Having a family should be something that's normalised in Kpop. If people want to stop supporting me because I've decided I want to start a family then that's their problem and we don't need fans like that." Taehyung said confidently,

"I agree," Namjoon said before turning to face you as he got up,

"I'm deeply sorry for the way I acted toward you, I hope you can forgive me?" You exchanged a look with Taehyung before hugging Namjoon tightly and promising him that everything was fine.

JUNGKOOK:

It was an accident when the boys discovered your pregnancy, you hadn't even told Jungkook when they'd all found out. Jimin had been in the bathroom when he saw the test on the counter and he'd bought it out and asked what it was. You figured they were all happy for you about it but last night was evidence enough that things weren't as happy as they seemed to be. Jin had drunkenly told you that he wasn't happy about you getting pregnant and taking away his best friend from him, Jungkook had heard the whole exchange which was what led to this.  A hungover Jin sitting in your living room looking very apologetic for what he had said to you the night before.

"I didn't mean what I said." He told you both but you and Jungkook knew that somewhere inside of him he must have thought what he was saying was the truth.

"Drunken words are sober thoughts," You said calmly, you weren't angry with him you'd just wished he'd come to you with it before he'd gotten drunk and said something.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"I'm worried too..." You said to him as you sat down on the sofa beside him and looked at Jungkook who was nodding in agreement. The whole situation terrified the both of you it wasn't exactly something you were going to be completely at ease with right away.

"I'm scared people aren't going to like me anymore because I'm going to be a dad," Jungkook admitted to Jin who stared at him and blushed deeply, it was nice to know that he wasn't the only one worrying but he was still sorry for the way he had spoken to you. 

"I'll make it up to you, I'll offer up babysitting duties whenever you need," Jin said with a small chuckle, all of you agreeing to it when the time was needed.

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This turned into a little more than a drabble. Oops?

Prompt is from here

Warnings: Language, very NSFW content, Dominant Eddie, and more!

~*~

“Uh… Eddie?” The freshman tries, fingers curled against his beige lunch tray, a little confused, eyes darting across the lunch hall and then back to his leader.

Eddie raises a brow, sneaker squeaking the plastic lunch chair’s end, leg perched atop it in an awkward bend, his fingers inking something on his kneecap through the exposed thread work of his ripped denim. When the raven haired kid still isn’t vocalizing what he’s acquiring Eddie’s attention span for, the older male sighs, pen pinched between two fingers as he places it down, folding his hands together and leaning forward, everyone else seemingly following. “Wheeler?”

Mike swallows harshly, thumbing back to the left, avoiding Dustin’s giggling gaze. Eddie’s eyes—along with the entire Hellfire Club table’s—drift languidly, until they lock on you. You don’t falter, folding your arms beneath your bosom and making a show of acting bored and irate. It gives Eddie those butterflies in the very pits of his stomach. He loves when you torment him, and how fucking good you look doing it. It takes the rocker a few seconds before he’s dropping back into his chair, popping a smashed Pringle into his mouth with a crude crunch. “Y/N does this every year.”

“But, she’s like… she is glaring at you, Eddie. You realize this, right?” Dustin questions.

“It’s a sign of flattery, boys. And one day you’ll learn that.” Eddie’s jacket crackles with the movement of his arm as he waves at you above his head, that lazy smirk on his mouth.

“Doesn’t look like it.” Eddie hears Mike and Dustin say in unison.

You don’t hesitate, middle finger saluting your long haired classmate. He pretends to be stabbed, theatrically grabbing an invisible dagger over his heart. This seems to get your gears grinding, your body moving before your mind catches up. Everyone else is shying away from your wrath, others intrigued and craving momentary popcorn. The moment that you reach the table you’re balancing your tray on one hand, knocking Eddie’s chips from his hand mid-bite with the other, making him blink rapidly, snorting when he catches up.

“That was pretty rude, Y/N.”

“Why are you such a fucking show off for your little ass monkeys, Munson? And all of you hanging off his every obnoxious word?” You chastise, rolling your eyes, slamming your lunch tray down in Eddie’s eye line.

“Am I not impressing you, Y/N? My god, after all these years I thought I was your hero in this Hell.” He widens his arms, motioning around the lunchroom’s expanse, dipping forward and too close for you to not catch his wafting, spicy scent.

Stupid bastard…

“I hate you, Munson.” And with that, you take heavy steps away from them, face flushed.

“Love you too, Princess of my personal galaxy!”

~*~

You hate Eddie Munson, and you’re pretty sure he hates you. The two of you have always fed off this fucked up chemistry that seems to worsen each year, never having more than traded blows or glares. Ones that you’ll never admit to considering more than you should. You’re honestly surprised at how mean you can truly get with him, guilt piling in after the blows settle. Shaking your head, you grip your spiral notebook, slamming your locker closed.

You know Higgins is gonna be pissed if you show up late again, but you’re more amped than you’ve felt in so long, that you don’t even notice Eddie Munson sliding in behind you, leaning by your ear to the give a thick ‘boo’. You turn around angry, y/e/c irises shining wildly, glazing your perception a little, making Eddie blush by just seeing how you look right now.

“You always gonna be mad at me for refusing to let you into the club, Y/N? Just because you can’t play worth a shit doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re not cute for trying.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your stupid club.” You smack his wrist to shake his touch, swiveling around and stepping up to his taller frame, eyes glittering, lips wet from your popped pursing.

Eddie wants to kiss you goddamned stupid.

“They think that you hate me, Y/N. But we both know that you can’t get enough of me.” Eddie startles your posture and himself, back-stepping you, caging you into a press against the wall, tilting his head down until your noses are touching, his warm mouth hovering.

“That was… I don’t…” You sound beyond ignorant.

Eddie smiles softly, that grin he is attached to paving the way out. He reaches to brush your hair from your temple, letting his hand flip, knuckles caressing your jawbone, ring metal stimulating your skin. “If you loathe my very existence so much, I’d hate to see how much attention I’d get from you if you loved me.”

“You fucking wish, Eddie-“

“Ah, did I say we were on a first name basis, Y/N?” Eddie presses one finger over your lips, “Well, I say your lovely name, but did you ever think that I may not like you enough to say yours?”

You start to protest, and that’s when Eddie presses himself directly into your personal space, your back flush to the hallway wall, cold seeping through your shirt. You need some warmth.

His hand slides around your neck, tickling his fingertips across your jugular, thumb pressing your chin into a tilt, testing the waters, giving you an out if he’s making you uncomfortable. You part your lips for his finger to fit into—your answer. It’s salty like the chips of his you’d discarded, but you suck on it, an adrenaline rush flushing your skin in dark pink dusts. You can’t believe Eddie has taken this initiative, his annoyance with you shoved down beneath the surface, permitting lust to control. His dark brown orbs have widened considerably, caverning into a glossy black abyss of blown pupils, gliding his thumb along your slick tongue.

The next move belongs to you, a desperation going to bed without caution on its tail. You let Eddie’s thumb slip out, bringing your mouth to his in a violent kiss, one that has you nearly dangling over the floor, forearm flexed around his neck’s nape, fingers underneath his collar, digging into his flesh. He reciprocates rather excitedly, a lick of his plump lips, a suck to his teeth, his hand adding a little pressure onto your throat.

He’s got you backed into a corner near some lockers—a quiet little cove, the hallways of Hawkins High abandoned until the period is through. You feel like you’re stumbling around, falling through a dizzying, galactic dimension, and your knuckled grip on his coat and the other finding purchase in his long tresses—tightening. Eddie is kissing you with all that he’s got, that noisy smash, that sloppy slope of him swaying back and forth to keep you secure between him and the wall. In the break away, heaving, hot breathing pants, Eddie’s smirk folds into your features, his words echoing, inked knee diving between your thighs to roll. “You may hate me, Y/N, but I don’t think my pussy does.”

Fuck… His?

An ache so sharp, slices through your belly, dangling over your abdomen, before settling between your thighs—burning you a singe.

It’s a comedic slow motion for you to watch Eddie’s hand drag down through the valley of your breasts, lingering on your waist, before it settles over your jean covered cunt. He doesn’t have to ask for an answer, you jolt into him like gravity. Your eyes are damned near hazed over and fucked out, fascinated with observing his jewelry designs curl, adorning his knuckles in rests, his large hand pressing flat over where you need him the most.

“I say my pussy, because I know it belongs to me. The more you hate me, the more you want my dick buried inside this.” He rubs his palm back and forth, making your sneakers scuff the floor as you try to widen your stance, riding his hold. He teeters back, making you gape incredulously.

“Munson—“ You get that fiery temper back, ashamed, shoving his chest.

“You really are somethin’, Y/N. Two years of my campaign rejections and you’re suddenly my drooling slut? Kinda likin’ the fact that you loathe me so much.” Eddie quips, reaching out to grip your hand. You side step him, crossing your arms, defensive, still caught here, struggling for steady breaths.

He sighs, stepping back, starting to leave, despite that straining bulge he’ll need to take care of, but he changes his mind mid-way, shifting his body in a rather ungraceful pivot to say, “Fine, continue to act like you hate me.”

“Eddie…” You let yourself say his name, beckoning your own embracing of this situation, no bite or spite behind your words. You’re a pathetic mess of revealing want.

You grip his jacket sleeve, fingers playing with the decorative chains attached to it. Eddie let’s you roam him like a lab specimen, hand settling on your lower back, bunching your shirt in encouragement. Your bravery is impressive, your digits finding that happy trail beneath his shirt that tucks into his handcuff accessorized belt, painting back and forth, making him inhale in a hiss. Your next words are abruptly cut off by a seething older male, eyes narrowed and jaw slack.

“Edward Munson and Y/N Y/L/N! My office, now!”

~*~

You’d think you would be angry that you let Eddie Munson get the better of you and have you both caught by Principal Higgins, but the more the old man paces in his office as you two are sat in front of his oak desk, and rambles on about school conduct and human decency, the more that Eddie nods and mockingly says, “Of course, Sir” to further piss him off and have you biting into your hand to keep the snorts at bay—you figure out you’re having a damned good time. You pick at your notebook’s edges, letting the shreds sprinkle onto the floor.

“Y/N, are you listening to me? You’ve been letting yourself venture too far off track this year, young lady. I’m frankly disappointed and I expect better of you.”

It’s out before you can stop it, “Of course, Sir.”

Eddie’s lip twitches, head bowing. He’s fighting snickers under his breath. And that’s when you literally have to look away to keep from falling apart and risking expulsion. Before either of you can cause your red faced authority anymore stress, his secretary is garnering his attention, mentioning a fight in the cafeteria amongst some sophomores. He gives you and Eddie one clear direction, pointed finger at Eddie. “Don’t touch anything in this room, Munson. I expect both of you to sit here until I get back, do you understand?”

It’s a unified look you and Eddie share, not missing a beat as you both repeat, “Of course, Sir.”

Higgins slams his door on the way out, blinds slapping against the glass. Eddie and you bust out laughing, your hand over your mouth, Eddie giving you that grin. You’re still giggling as the gamer overlooks all the shut blinds, standing, moving closer and running his finger along their dusty edges. He does that thing with his tongue, poking it out in concentration, locking Higgins’ door and turning to you, hands now behind his back. “Stupid fuck really closed the door on us when we were literally just grinding on each other in his hallway?”

You swallow on a parched wonder, Eddie stalking forward and taking your beat up spiral from your hands, tossing it onto Higgins’ desk, where you note his key ring.

He can’t get back in here without his keys, and Eddie locked the door…

“He’s really fuckin’ stupid, Y/N.” Eddie sees what you see, helping you from your chair, his hands on your waist, lifting you onto the edge of your Principal’s desk.

Your heart is hammering sporadically, throat constricting with its vice beats. Eddie noses his way into your neck, mouth finding a patch of skin that he can lay slow, torturous kisses to. Your lids flutter closed, legs wrapping around his lower back, letting yourself push into him. He groans a deep sound that you feel in your cunt. His lips kiss the side of your mouth, leaving open ended questions, pausing wants. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, only kisses you with a feverish appreciation.

“What if,” Eddie is speaking again, tone raspy and damp with desire, “what if I make you cum on our Principal’s desk, Y/N?”

You can’t describe that tickling weight that plummets from your head to your toes, making you dizzy, stringing your insides into a scorching, throbbing mess. Eddie lets his hand drift to your denim waist, lightly dipping. “It’ll take him five minutes to get his slow ass to the cafeteria, maybe another five back here—give or take, and that’s not counting his noble mission at hand.”

You’re hanging onto his every word, practically a damned drooling mess.

Eddie takes it as his cue to keep on going. “Gives me around twenty minutes, maybe half an hour, just locked in here with you.” He staples himself over you, your ass digging into the desk, feeling him swell in his jeans, rocking over his cock.

“Munson…”

“Mhm, call me Eddie now.” He coos, blowing a strand of hair off your face.

“Eddie.”

“So, that means we can either fight in here, or we can fuck. Your choice, Y/N. Personally,” Eddie takes a deep breath, his hand rubbing circles underneath the back of your top, the other stroking you over the heavy fabric between your legs, “I’d rather help myself to this sweet little pussy for a while.”

Your vision is damn near whiting out, body shaking from nerves, soothed by the outcast you swore you hated, that you assumed hated you. It takes you a second or two, after telling Eddie you don’t hate him, reaching behind you and shoving everything to the side on Higgins’ desk, not caring about objects that clatter onto the floor. You’ll do anything to have Eddie Munson. He’s grinning into a ‘game on’ face, closing in. “For the record, I don’t hate you either, Y/N.”

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Fixing Larry Butz’s character development

‼️spoilers for Phoenix Wright trilogy ahead‼️

I’m aware that what I’m about to say probably isn’t anything new in the ace attorney fandom but I wanted to give my thoughts on all this anyway. I know both myself and a lot of the people in the fandom fucking hate how Larry was characterised in the 3rd game. I got told by a friend before hand that they completely ruined his character but admittedly I still held out a bit of hope, only to be majorly disappointed. As much as I adore the 3rd game, it does honestly feel like they forgot about everything that made Larry likeable in the first game. So this is basically gonna be me talking about how I personally would have developed his character.

First things first, they should’ve kept his personality and bonds with the other characters the same. While he’s similar and I’m more than happy with Phoenix getting annoyed with Larry, in the 3rd game Larry’s likeable traits are all completely abandoned and what’s left is just a womanising idiot and it feels like Phoenix straight up hates him. Larry can be a bit of an idiot who pursues relationships with women that don’t work out, I’ve got no problem with that as long as he isn’t creepy about it. But let’s not forget this dude interrupted an entire murder trial just to defend his friend he hadn’t talked to in literal years! Larry is loyal as fuck and in the first game Phoenix notes that while he always seems to get into trouble, it’s hardly ever his fault and he just has bad luck. If he was gonna be shown in the third game that should’ve been shown more. I guess it kind of is in some instances but never properly and it’s really disappointing.

Secondly, have him either make an appearance or at least be mentioned in the second game. This pissed me off so much Larry wasn’t so much as mentioned in this game. We obviously talk about Phoenix’s mourning period after “Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death” but what about Larry? He was childhood friends with Miles too who lost touch and just got him back only to lose him again! Miles, who in school, despite them having their differences, never told anyone about how he suspected Larry of actually stealing his money. That might not sound like a big thing but Larry even notes that if Phoenix hadn’t been the one being accused, he would’ve been. Chances are Larry was accused of stuff all the time as a kid. Considering that, Miles was probably the first person in a long time who didn’t want to get him in trouble. Continuing with this, Phoenix would be the only person Larry knows how knew Miles like he did and would truly know what he’s going through since they both lost that same childhood friend after just getting him back. Phoenix, the only person who’d understand, who spends that entire time refusing to speak about it, to the point he tells Maya to not even say his name. Literally all I want is either a few scenes of Larry trying to talk to Phoenix about it, only for Phoenix to shut him down instantly and then later Larry either also getting mad at Miles on Phoenix’s behalf or trying to calm Phoenix down about his return, and then also getting to see Miles again after he’s back from the dead and them having their reunion. Or, if there truly wasn’t time for any added scenes, just have it be mentioned in passing when Maya tries to talk about it and Phoenix just tells her “I’ve already told Larry and the others to not even say his name”. Just something small like that to show that Larry is also mourning the loss of his childhood friend adds just another layer to his character that I think he deserves and makes the whole thing more interesting in my opinion.

Finally, actually address his issues and insecurities instead of just making it a joke🙄 I feel like they tried to do this somewhat in the third game but honestly it just fell really flat for me. This isn’t me saying that Larry suddenly has to be this really tragic character because I definitely don’t want that. In a series filled with dead loved ones, murder and trauma, I really like that Larry can offer a form of comic relief. But if they’re going to repeatedly acknowledge the fact that he’s super insecure in the third game, at least go into why rather than just saying it🤦. Since first school Larry has been blamed for things to the point that his school had a fucking saying for it. It’s no wonder he feels inadequate in comparison to the other characters and it wouldn’t surprise me if him persuing these relationships with women is a way for him to achieve a form of validation that he was deprived of as a kid. Now obviously the game doesn’t have to go that deep into it and can leave things open to interpretation but I think Larry would have benefited from having a moment of seriousness during one of the cases after he messed up, genuinely asking Phoenix “how can I help? I know I keep messing things up. I have all my life and I want to make it right.” Just a moment of genuine friendship and reassurance between the two of them so it doesn’t seem like Phoenix hates Larry’s very being (seriously they’re supposed to be childhood best friends and they’ve stayed friends all this time but the third game has me asking why that’s the case)

Those are just my thoughts tho and I’m down to hear other’s opinions!

#I adore ace attorney I promise😅 #just some choices in the game make me very annoyed sometimes #just little character things that I think would have made a big difference #like miles yelling at Von Karma like Maya does to White in the live action movie #ace attorney #larry butz #tw cursing #tw death #spoiler demon #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #maya fey

[tiniedemon]

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wiccan s/o headcanons

main four + butters

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disclaimer — i don’t know jack shit about the religion but i’m pretty familiar with the practice so pls excuse any mistakes

stan

— thinks it’s cool but doesn’t really understand it

— touches every crystal you own

— “no stan you can’t touch those you’re tainting them” “but they’re pretty i wanna touch them”

— asks you about every single spell jar and what it does

— definitely shakes spell jars that shouldn’t be shaken

— “baby you just hexed cartman” “fuck yes”

— drinks every jar of moon and sun water on your altar

— super curious about tarot but won’t ask

— just eyes your decks until you offer to do a reading

— takes nothing seriously

— “so this one is the hermit” “does that mean i’m getting laid”

— watches you make your spell jars

— loves meditating with you

kyle

— scared as fuck the first time he sees your altar

— doesn’t really understand the practice

— was taught that it’s evil

— refuses to come into your room until you explain everything

— still wary around all your witchy stuff

— thinks your crystals are cute

— absolutely refuses to touch anything

— “this is the self love spell i made for you” “am i gonna die” “what? no”

— won’t do much else but meditate with you

— goes to the occult shop with you one time and nearly has a heart attack

— you needed herbs and now he needs an exorcism

— eventually gets comfortable enough for a tarot reading

— has a heart attack when death shows up in his spread

— you have to calm him down from a panic attack

— loves fleetwood mac though

kenny

— thinks the whole thing is cool

— down to do anything you want him to

— listens to your witchy playlist and loves it

— makes a trip to the occult store for crystals

— leaves them under your pillow as a gift

— buys you incense and spell candles every chance he gets

— asks for tarot readings

— genuinely interested in your practice

— would ask for a spell jar for a better sex life

— you just give him a look but do it anyways

— you also place a hex on him for if he ever tries to cheat on you

— he finds that super attractive

— gives you a lock of his hair because he genuinely thinks that’s how it works

— you still kept it though

eric

— doesn’t really care either way

— the second kyle pisses him off he’s asking for a curse

— will only let you do a reading for him if you beg for weeks

— refuses to do anything else to bond with you over your practice

— flips out the first time he finds a crystal stashed in his room

— “babe it’s for protection” “like hell it is you’re trying to kill me!”

— uses the crystals you leave as weapons

— throws them at his friends all the time

— an absolute headache

— if you tell him not to use his crystals as ammunition he finds sneakier ways to do it

— truly a child when it comes to your practice

— accidentally broke something and laughed when you cried about it

butters

— respects it so much

— thinks it’s super cool

— always asking you questions about your practice

— super shy when he asks for a reading

— begs you to tell him his horoscope

— buys you crystals when he has the money

— lets you sage his apartment because he’s scared of evil energy

— tries to make a spell jar one time and completely screws it up

— cries about it for sure

— meditates with you all the time

— “y/n i found my spirit animal! my spirit guides showed me!”

— the purest ever

[p3ski]

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 3K

*Hey, this is Finn Treacher's voicemail. Either I've got a hot date, or I’m working for a change. Leave a message*

Gavin put down the phone, moving to the next number on his list. After several hours, the monotony of the task was beginning to drain him. His focus waned as his mind drifted to other, more personal concerns. 

*You've reached the voicemail of Gideon Heith. Call back when I'm home.*

He'd spoken with several possible leads, but none had been overly promising. Some had vehemently denied their involvement in any criminal activity - refusing to cooperate and hanging up on him. Others had been surprisingly cooperative, but with no prior offences or convictions, Gavin doubted they could be linked to the case.

*Frank here. If you want to leave a message, go ahead, but I ain't gonna listen*

He could only pray that one of their otherwise innocuous leads might be able to point them in the right direction. 

*...Hello?* 

Thank God - "Hi, this is Detective Gavin Reed, Detroit Police Department. We wondered if you might be able to come in to answer a few questions." 

*...Hello? Is anyone there?* 

"Gavin Reed. Detroit Police", he repeated, a little louder this time. "We wanted to ask you some questions about -"

*Ha, I'm just messing with you, buddy. Leave a message after the tone*. 

The detective held his breath, grip tightening on the phone, before hanging it up in aggravation. He allowed his body to slump forward and let out a dismaying groan. Trapped in his funk, he failed to notice the soft footsteps approaching from behind. His shoulders were then grabbed by a pair of firm, slender hands. A set of lips drew closer to his ear before exclaiming a thunderous "Boo!." 

Gavin flinched, albeit for no other reason other than the noise. He lifted his head to stare morosely at the would-be assailant, "Go away, Ti. I'm busy." 

The officer whistled at the icy reception. "Oof, someone's touchy today." Standing reclined against the desk, she leant forward for a closer examination of her friend. "Looks like you could do with a break - or three. When was the last time you slept?" 

"Last night. In my bed." 

"Not buying it", Tina shamelessly prodded underneath his eyes, tutting disapprovingly as she did, "You've got more bags than an airport conveyor belt."

"Was there any purpose to your visit today? Or do you just take joy in pissing me off?"

"A little bit of both" She grinned before pulling up an available chair. "I just wanted to see how you were getting on. Seems like an interesting case."

"Interesting is not how I'd describe it. 'Bane of my existence' is more like it."

"You've got a lot of leads, at least" Tina said, glancing down at the paper on the desk. "Something's got to come out of one of them."

"Easy for you to say. I've been stuck at this desk for three fucking hours, and all I've got to show for it is a headache."

"Would it not be quicker for Nines to help you? Pretty sure he could just upload the numbers and call them all simultaneously."

Gavin sneered resentfully, "Yeah, that'd be much easier. If the plastic prick hadn't gone a-wall."

Tina, who had picked up a pen and began clicking it absentmindedly, promptly stopped. "...Nines? Really?" 

"Yes, really." 

"The same Nines that does overtime every day? The one whose idea of a 'break' is to deep clean the canteen?" 

"I can't see any android detectives skulking around. Can you?"

Ignoring his friend's bewildered expression, the detective reluctantly picked up the list and typed in the next number. He waited fractiously as the dial tone rang - until a crisp voice eagerly informed him that he had reached another voicemail. Having reached the limits of his already tenuous patience, he shoved the phone back on its dock. 

"It seems a bit unusual", Tina pondered, rubbing at her neck. "Are you sure you didn't do anything to upset him?"

"Why do you always assume it's my fault?" Gavin complained, "It's been acting weird since yesterday. Ever since I told it that it couldn't come over for a goddamn sleepover." 

Tina was clearly intrigued by this, as her eyes sparkled with excitement. Leaning forward on her hands, she batted her eyelashes teasingly. "In what context would you be having a sleepover? Gavin Reed, you sly dog."

" Don't - it's nothing like that", he responded firmly. "I told it about the Tiff thing, and now it's decided it wants to appoint itself as my live-in cat sitter. It's weird."

"He can see that you're struggling, and he's trying to help. What's so weird about that? Besides, it seems like a good idea." 

Gavin hated to admit that there was some truth in that statement. While strange and unwanted, Nines' suggestion was based on reasonably solid logic. Given the redundancy of sleep, it did make sense that the android would be a prime candidate to monitor things overnight. Still, the offer did not infer anything more than a methodic calculation.

"Let's not delude ourselves that an android is capable of empathy. It wouldn't be offering if it didn't think it could get something out of it." 

Tina chuckled. "You're such a pessimist. He would get something out of it. The satisfaction of helping a friend."

The detective bristled at the suggestion. Friendship implied a level of closeness that he shared with very few. An android was hardly top of the list. Besides, Nines itself had expressed its own opposition to the sentiment.

"Right, I'm done here." Gavin pushed himself up from his desk with a low grunt, "Getting some lunch. Wanna come with?"

Before Tina could respond, the walkie-talkie in her belt crackled to life, accompanied by a muffled voice. 

*All Central Units respond: 1200 in progress at 245 New Street. Shots fired, 10-13 requesting backup. Repeat, 1200 at 245 New Street, requesting backup. Over*

Tina brought the device to her lips, acknowledging the dispatcher, "Badge number 5195 10-19 to 245 New Street." She looked back to Gavin and shrugged her shoulders in apology. "Sorry, I gotta go."

"Fine, fuck off then", he retorted, gesturing his hand in a dismissive motion, "Didn't want you to come, anyway. Was just being polite."

"Love you too", she winked playfully before making a swift beeline for the exit. Gavin readied himself to leave as well before hesitating momentarily. 

He wondered if he ought to find Nines, at least to tell it that he was stepping out. He dismissed the notion, however, rationalising that the android had made zero effort to inform him of his whereabouts - and it was only fair that he should return the favour. 

While adopting a steady speed out of the station, Gavin was quickly swept up by the wave of hurried pedestrians. He struggled to match pace, not wanting to cause an obstruction, but feeling as though his legs may give out at any moment. In search of a detour, he turned off at the end of the street and towards the entrance of a nearby park. It would add significant time to his journey, but the reduced crowding and access to benches more than made up for that.

The walk was calm this time of year, without boisterous families or noisy wildlife to disturb the peace. The expanse of bare, leafless foliage seemed to sparkle in the sun as the rays bounced off films of sleet.

It could have been his favourite season - Winter - if it wasn't for the damn cold. 

Gavin hardly noticed the time that had passed. Before he knew it, he had arrived at his usual pitstop. Gary greeted him warmly, pulling his attention away from the TV he had mounted on the wall of his van. "Afternoon, Detective. Didn't bring your scary friend with you today?" 

Any modicum of a good mood he had gained during his walk vanished immediately. He was beginning to develop an impassioned hatred for that particular word. 

"Not my friend. Work partner," he said, promptly changing the subject. "I'll have the usual, but can you throw in a XL soda? And a packet of Twizzlers. I need the sugar."

"Coming right up" Gary turned away to prepare the order as Gavin idled in place, curiously watching the horse race being broadcasted on the large plasma screen. 

"Nice TV. Where'd you get it?"

The other man beamed at the question, puffing out his chest. "Won big on the last race. £4k win on a £40 bet,." He leant over his shoulder, flashing Gavin a sly wink. "Probably shouldn't tell a cop this...but I've got a guy. Sixth sense for winners if you know what I mean. You want in?" 

Gavin propped an elbow onto the counter, resting his head in his hand. "Can't be taking chances. I'm broke enough as it is. 'Bout to be a lot more broke. My cat is having babies." 

"Ouch", The vendor flipped up a burger from the greasy stove, dropping it haphazardly into a bun. "Just wait until you start having actual babies. That shit is really expensive." 

"Don't think I'm in much danger of that, but thanks." 

"Hey, don't worry about it. Good-looking guy with a steady job? I'm sure you'll find a lady eventually."

Paying for his food, Gavin exhausted the mental checklist of all the possible things he could say. Some responses were harsh and scathing, others intended to confuse and mystify.

"That'd be a first", he muttered vaguely, not feeling up to the argument. 

As Gary slid him his tray, he briskly snatched it up and left to find a table. He hadn't been walking for long when he felt his legs starting to buckle. Physical exhaustion had gotten the better of him as he began to tip backwards, head spinning. A pair of hands shot out to support him, holding him steady by the armpits.

"Whoa there, you okay?" 

The gruff voice was all-too-familiar, and Gavin felt himself wither in annoyance. Just what he needed. Hank-fucking-Anderson and his plastic golden child. When he turned, however, he was surprised to see that the Lieutenant was standing alone. 

"Jeez, Reed." He whistled, giving Gavin a similar look to the one Tina had bestowed earlier. "Party a little too hard last night?"

I wish.

"I'm fine. Let me go."

"Sure you are", Hank drawled, subtly shaking his head. "I couldn't help but overhear that you've got pet troubles? Glad I got Sumo fixed when I did. No chance of any whoopsies with his lucky lady friends." 

"Do you make a habit of listening in on other people's conversations?" Gavin pulled himself away, smoothing out his jacket. "Didn't realise you were so nosy. Thought that was Connor's department." 

"Hey, I was sittin' 10 feet away from you. There wasn't much I could do about that," Hank gestured to the empty seat at the end of his table. "Now, pull up a chair before you pass out. Because I'm not doing mouth-to-mouth if you croak." 

"Good. I'd rather you leave me to die", Gavin said, nose wrinkled with disgust. With seldom energy to continue standing, much less walk to another table, He reluctantly took the seat. Hank mirrored the action, sitting down opposite him to continue his lunch. 

"If I'd known it would cause me this much grief, I would have had the bitch spayed" Gavin shoved a handful of fries into his mouth as he muttered quiet complaints, "She's an indoor cat from now until forever." 

"Kinda played yourself there, didn't ya? I'm sure Nines would be willing to help if you asked. He's pretty good with animals ."

Gavin let out a grunt of displeasure, almost choking as he did. "Is there some fucking conspiracy here that I don't know about? I already told it myself: 'No'. I don't need to be taken care of. I'm managing just fine." 

"Yeah, you seem to be thriving. Seriously though, you're refusing his help because...?" 

"Because it's a smug, insufferable asshole."

"Huh", Hank said, mouth agape. "Funny. Connor seemed to think you two were turning a corner." 

"Connor thought wrong", he snapped back. "Where is he anyway? You usually keep him on a pretty short leash."

"Hey, watch it", the older man warned. "The kid can go wherever he wants. I don't own him." 

"Could've fooled me." Gavin grimaced before shoving more food in his mouth. "So what, he and Nines have mother's meetings about what a dick I am?"  

"Cool it, Reed. I promise that Nines only ever has good things to say about you." 

"Bullshit."

Hank chuckled under his breath, stirring the ice in his now-finished drink. "Well, yeah, at first, it weren't exactly glowing praise. He thought you were a complete jackass. Over time, though, it changed." 

Gavin piqued up at this, "What do you mean 'changed'?"

"Ehh, he's found it difficult - the whole deviancy thing. Connor and I have tried to help, but it's hard to get through... with you, it's different. He seems different. Almost like he finds you comforting'."

"What about me could it possibly find comforting?" 

"Hell if I know", Hank grumbled back, frowning in disapproval. "I just think he feels like you 'get it' more than we do. Sure, we've been through it, but sometimes it's nice to meet someone who's in the same place. Helps build a connection." 

Pausing mid-chew, Gavin's attention snapped to Hank as his mind began to race. He should have known the damn machine wouldn't be able to keep its mouth shut. About his dad, his home life, his shitty family - "How much has it said about me?"

"There it is again", the Lieutenant sighed, leaning back in his chair. "He hasn't said anything , at least not to me. I just figured there's gotta be something to account for that charming personality of yours."   

"Mind your own business, Grandpa."

"Or you're just a prick. What do I know?" 

There was a moment of silence as Gavin processed what the other had just said. Did Nines really think that the two of them shared some weird, fucked-up connection?

No, of course not. Anderson had gone soft and was starting to project emotions onto machines. That was all - the naive bastard. 

"So what about Connor then?" Gavin pressed, leaning forward on his chair. "What have they been talking about?"

"They don't talk so much as they do that interface thing. Their minds connect, and they communicate through feelings and memories. It's sort of beautiful, in a weird sci-fi way."

"Well, if they could keep me out of their demented mild melds, that would be great. Thanks."

"Okay, I think I've reached my Reed limit for the day", The Lieutenant stood up with a sigh, dusting the crumbs off his slacks, "I'm done, and it looks like you are too. Wanna lift back to the station?" 

Gavin looked down at his tray, horrified (and somewhat impressed) to see that he had, in fact, cleared his meal in the few minutes they had been talking. Save for the Twizzlers and a few sips of soda. Pocketing the candy, he stood up, stretching his back. "Yeah, sure. Lead the way." 

As the two re-entered the station, the first thing that caught Gavin's eye was a pair of near-identical androids standing by his desk. Their hands were pressed palm-to-palm, and the skin retracted. They stared at each other, saying nothing, but their LEDs lit up in a frenzied light show. Eventually, one of their heads turned and caught a glimpse of the human officers standing at the doorway. 

Connor was the one who had spotted them, as well as being the first to move his hand. He smiled warmly at Hank and Gavin - but with a particular focus on the latter. "Detective Reed", he said smoothly, striding towards him with an apparent purpose. "I was wondering if we could have a word."

Nines appeared horrified at the sudden development, its LED shifting to red as it followed quickly behind. "RK800, that won't be necessary." 

"It will only take a moment."

"Connor", Hank said firmly, narrowing his eyes at his partner. "What the hell are you doing?"

The android appeared a little put out by the sudden address, ceasing his advance on Gavin as his confident smile began to drop. "Nothing, I was just seeing if I may be of assistance to -"

Hank held up a hand, cutting him off. "I think it's probably best if we leave Gavin and Nines to it. Don'tcha agree?"

Connor paused, his cheeks tinged blue with embarrassment. He shuffled on the balls of his feet for a while, appearing conflicted, before slowly nodding his head "Okay, Hank."

As quickly as the bizarre interaction had commenced, it had ended. Connor, guided by Hank, quietly shuffled off to his desk, and the tension left in their wake was almost suffocating. 

Gavin gawked at his partner, waiting for it to speak. "What the hell was that all about?"

"It's not important," Nines said back quickly, although the vibrant crimson that illuminated its temple told a different story. "RK800 worries for me. Unnecessarily."

"And what would he need to be worried about?" 

"As I said, it's not important."

Gavin grumbled, quickly losing patience and interest. "Whatever. I've started on the numbers on that list we got from CyberLife, but nothing promising yet. Sure would help if I had a supercomputer who could make the calls for me." 

"I see, of course." The tone was cold and overly formal, even by the android's usual standards. Its movements were stiff as if concealing some hidden shame or disappointment. Stirring something unpleasant within Gavin, he felt the resolve he had been trying to maintain slowly melt away. 

"...Look, I've been thinking -" 

Apparently, he was the naive bastard.

 "- about your offer to look after Tiff. I could use the sleep, so if you wanted to help out a bit, I guess that would be okay." 

Nines looked entirely floored by this. Its usually steely eyes blown to almost comedic proportions "Detective?"

"I'm saying you can stay the night. Asshole." 

#dbh #reed900 #dbh fanfiction #dbh gavin #dbh nines #dbh fanfic #dbh rk900 #detroit become human #gavin reed x rk900 #gavin900 #g9 #dbh fic #gavin x rk900 #dbh gavin reed

[hacked-wtsdz]

I absolutely fucking love how Anakin Skywalker, despite it brining all sorts of problems and pains over and over again, undoubtedly trusts people, believes in them and shows them just how much he cares. Unlike other Jedi who are compassionate but distant, Anakin is compassionate and open. He trusts and respects his droids because he treats them like friends (and not like servants, maybe because he knows what it’s like to be treated like one), and that has brought him inconveniences and dangers many times but think about how many times it saved him and others!

He trusts, believes and shows affection to his padawan, even when the entire world turns against her. And guess what? He turns out to be right. He truly cares about her, and Ahsoka knows that, and when Luminara asks, whether he’s ready to let her go one day, he cannot answer because it’s too hard. Letting go of those you love, accepting their passing from your life, the more you love them, the harder it is. And Anakin’s problem is that he can’t let go; he loves too strongly. But how many times has that saved his friends? How many times has he refused to give up on them, and turned out to be right? How many times have they saved themselves and others because of what he taught them, told them, because of the love and care and faith they received from him?

He trusts and cares about Padme most of all. He even says that in one of the clone wars episodes, that there is nothing more important to him that his feelings for her. He saves her many times, and she saves him, but even more times he shows her how much he believes in her, how he’s impressed, how he is scared for her, and yet gets over his fears and trusts her. That’s why I get livid when somebody says that Anakin is a bad husband. He is literally so many good things: loyal, passionate, faithful, caring, kind, supportive. He isn’t perfect, and that’s what pisses people off. And the way his love twists at the end of the story, the way his fears and love turn into terrible actions caused by blind rage, terror and confusion, that’s real tragedy.

To me, that’s what has always been so tragic about Star Wars and Anakin. It’s a story about how good traits in a person, their immense love can cross a line and blur into all the wrong things. It’s about how good people become monsters not because of the lack of love but because of its excess. That is truly horrifying, the fact that you can love to the point of utter and complete destruction.

#welp this began with Anakin liking droids and ended with an existential crisis over rots again #I can’t help myself #anakin skywalker #darth vader #padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #r2d2 #c3po #jedi #sith #Star Wars #star wars rots #star wars revenge of the sith #star wars the clone wars #star wars clone wars #star wars tcw #sw cw #cw #tcw #sw tcw #clone wars anakin #star wars attack of the clones #star wars the phantom menace #george lucas #hayden christensen

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

Lookism 479, 480 and 481 edited

Struggled to type this because I'm sore from my physio therapist appointment

479

- OK, so we know Jerry also knew Jinyoung and that his father was murderd. We also know there's this mysterious reporter Kim who might have some clues.

- What is the Era of peace?

- Jerry's father had an abnormal body.

- Why does no one know anything about Daniel's connection with Jinyoung? I'm so done. I don’t even care about that anymore.

- Now that lineman's training, I would like to see him go against some of the worker guys that beat him.

- Dj being shady ass hell as usual 🙄. I don't think Daniel should trust him, he's being too trusting. James knows so much but refuses to tell him anything. He's using Daniel to get to jinyoung so he can learn the secret behind the 2 bodies. I know deep down Daniel doesn't trust him that much, but he needs to stop giving James even the tiniest bit of info.

- I feel like Lightning Choi is in danger now that James knows about him.

- oh my God, he really is living by the junkyard💀

- these guys just keep getting stronger, why is his back so huge, it looks like an extra layer of skin😮‍💨

- tf do they mean by " the time has come for us to try to kill each other". As if they weren't giving each other permanent damage. Honestly, gun and Goo's relationship reminds me of 2 siblings, goo being the younger one who is not used to being independent until one day he decides to leave the nest. This whole meeting felt like a family low-key falling apart, goo leaving the family but deciding to visit his brother one last time before leaving. Which makes me think about the whole theory of someone dying and it showing guns' true personality. I originally thought that it was hinting towards Olly and how gun surprisingly has respect for the dead. But now I think it's goo who's going to die. These panels are honestly so well done. The bittersweet smiles and how human they look in here. You can tell they don't want to kill each other.

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- I feel gun will eventually betray Charles because he took it too far or hold back while fighting goo. That or there'll be a change of plans like in the workers' fight with dg.

- I think gun was genuinely happy to find someone on his level. Maybe he was used to people always agreeing with everything he did or said, so befriending someone like goo was a breath of fresh air.

- Watching this interaction also reminds me of Crystal. It honestly looked like she had a good relationship with James,Gun, and Goo. Calling them hyung and conversing normally. She seemed like the little sister of the family, and Charles is like the power-hungry dad tearing it apart. I almost felt bad watching the junkyard breakup, but then I remembered they're both awful people. The one I truly feel bad for is Crystal. She didn't ask for this, she didn't join Charles because she had a choice.

- The whole thing with Eli deciding Hudson will stay, and the whole " ... so I'll let you borrow one room" thing is pissing me off. Why is he the one making all the decisions, Sally did a lot for Hostle, but somehow, she's just being pushed aside. Ptj wtf. Throughout the entire Hostle arc, it was just Eli getting the credit for half the shit Sally did it was literally her idea to give the runways a home. And the point system shit was not only an Ok idea, but it wasn't even his original it was just something he saw while living on the streets. The fact it's all "Eli this" and " Eli that" is so fucking annoying. Ptj literally showed Sally putting in the work and pushed all the credit toward Eli. Like if you want it to be about him actually make it about him

- Gyeol doesn't deserve his brother.

- Every one of these guys have insane methods, like how do you expect him to talk when you shove his glasses down his throat.

- THE UGLY FACE EXPRESSIONS ARE HERE WHICH MEANS SHIT WILL FINALLY GO DOWN.

- I used to think Charles's weakness was his daughter but now I don't think he gives a fuck about her.

- How did dg record the evidence though?

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- hey I have that flash drive too

- I think dg was testing the waters with the whole flash drive situation to see Eugene's reaction to him knowing jinyoung.

- Mandeok is like Regina George, his hair is full of secrets literally

- Now they're calling it anxiety attacks instead🫥, ptj please research mental health

- is it me or James feels guilty for killing Gapryong and jinyoung going insane? This makes me think that after that incident James started hating Charles.

- that's some tacky ass writing he has there on his car

- that's the worst marketing strategy I've ever seen

- how did jibeom get so big😃

- Someone said the new guy looks like the lovechild of dg and Eli and now I can't unsee it

- To think Vin killed a king

- I was right about the cult theory

- This is why education is important, people think anything is evil, acting like they're not the devil themselves.

#lookism #lookism spoiler #lookism thoughts #lookism spoilers #lookism theories #lookism theory

[happi-tree]

For the ship ask game hmmm... 😌 Well I already know you're not very into gothcleats but perhaps that one anyways! Otherwise... 😆 Ahaha can I ask a few?? How about hencedes, glennry, sparrow/nicky, and nark? No worries if you don't feel up for doing all of them! 💜

Hi, Bababird! Hope you're having a beautiful day 🖤🖤🖤 And yes ofc I can whip up some gothcleats for you! And the other ones!!! I am always willing to provide my silly little thoughts 😌

Alright (ha), as promised: gothcleats time!

Honestly? I don't mind it! I think there's a lot of fun parallels and intertwining themes to be found in their extant relationship, and I definitely enjoy looking at the cute fanart I've seen of them on occasion. I probably would ship it if my lesbian Scary hc wasn't so real to me! I would absolutely adore seeing them in a qpr though - I actually really like the idea of the teens all being in a qpr together. Nobody comes between Scary and her boys 😤😤😤 Nonetheless, Link and Scary have such an interesting dynamic and I feel like it's very much been a highlight over the past few episodes - I mean, Link breaking the anchor of love as an act of solidarity with Scary? Link refusing to let Scary go even as she Eldritch Blasts him? The genuine fear in Scary's voice when she thinks she might've killed Link??? It's so much, truly it is. I'm SO excited for whatever Matt and Beth have planned with their characters going forward, and while it's not my personal cup of tea romantically, I truly do love the gothcleats relationship!

Okay next up: Hencedes!

HENCEDES T4T BI4BI COUPLE OF ALL TIME!!!! NON-NEGOTIABLE!!! They are truly so much if I think about them too hard I will start crying!!! Everything about them is so fucking sweet and lovely and truly. Relationship goals fr!!! They're so strange and bizarre separately and even MORE strange and bizarre together and their devotion to each other is so so so very precious to me. Like. Their story makes me so unhinged actually I am so glad they exist. Mercedes really truly takes all of Henry's oddities in stride and he does the same for her,,, their cute little nicknames for each other,,, they would lay down their lives for each other without a second thought and I love them so much for that. I want nothing but happiness for them forever and ever and ever ok (looks pointedly at the current state of s2). I am a Hencedes stan first and a person second thank you <333

Okok next: Glennry!

In case you haven't realized. *Slaps "HUGE MULTISHIPPER" sticker on my forehead* like yourself, Baba, I also contain multitudes 😌 Anyway Glennry is SO fun to rotate around in my head, personally. I think they could learn quite a bit from each other as partners - with Glenn, Henry could get a bit more in touch with his rebellious side, and Henry could help Glenn in his struggles with emotional vulnerability. Their friendship works well as is in canon, obviously (well, s1 canon since we're not entirely sure what's going on with s2 Henry yet), but the potential of them as romantic partners is so great and so fun! They should kiss. For funsies. At least to piss off Bear Ry'Oak, if anything else <3

Up next: Sparrow/Nicky (/Spark/lovesong/highjinx/whatever other fun names exist for these two)!

And if I told you Spark was my latest obsession. What then. Literally I have been losing my mind over them for the past few days (thanks Nyx and Ivy <3) and I show no signs of regaining normalcy anytime soon!!! I just think there is SO much potential for exploring a romantic relationship between the two of them - or even something like a qpr, if you wanna go the Sparoace route! Literally could not get to sleep last night because I was thinking about them so hard. Similarly to Oakworthy, both Nick and Sparrow have such deep-seated issues regarding identity - Sparrow seems to define himself by being half of a matched set and doesn't really let himself be anything other than the Sparrow part of Lark-and-Sparrow. Nicky, of course, has. Gestures at the entire latter half of s1. And I think that if anyone can understand what either of them are going through, it's each other - and maybe they can just exist together. Without labels or expectations - not Nicholas, Jodie's son, or Sparrow, the more stable twin, or Nick, Glenn's son - just being Nicky and Sparrow and maybe also being in love. I also just think the imagery of it is wonderful - druid and demon, summer and winter, life and death, plant life and fire. Real Hades-and-Persephone type shit, which I personally love to see!

And lastly, finally, Nark!

So sorry to all the Nark stans out there but Sparrow/Nick has so thoroughly taken over my brain. I do love the idea of this ship - not only the aesthetics (hehe the demonic savior and the fallen angel), but the tragedy of it all - how the love may have been there, and in another world it may have been enough, but that world isn't this one. I have read many a Nark fic and I'd be hard-pressed to find one I didn't like, but it's not my go-to ship, personally. On another note, though, I do think Nark has some hilarious comedic potential as well - especially when paired with other ships like Sparrow/Cassandra (thank you tumblr user llumimoon for that particular piece of fanart - you know the one, I'm pretty sure you still have it pinned, Baba). But yeah! Fun ship - not my personal fave, but one that's very, very neat to pick apart and analyze!

Annnnnnnd I think that about wraps up my thoughts - for anyone who read this far, I'm giving you forehead kisses /p because that was A Lot. Thanks for the ask, Bababird!!! 🖤

#on an entirely separate note the 'i'm sending them to superhell' space is SO funny considering. superhell is a Canonical Place skjdbgkhsdbs #this was. very long. but yes i hope you enjoy baba!!! so many thoughts about all of these truly #thanks for the ask lovebird!!! #ask game #babacontainsmultitudes #dndads #gothcleats #hencedes #glennry #spark #lovesong #nark #ok i. think that's all the tags i need. phew! #happi rambles

[goldengay00]

So my town’s library has a old ass game rental section and I saw a Wii game called the Michael Jackson Experience and me being me (gay and adhd-ridden) I thought “haha michael jackson wii game... Illuso would like that.”

Then I got home, and I was bored, so here is this bullshit: La Squadra’s favorite Wii Games and some other random bs because I have a problem. (Might do Bucci gang and Unità Speciale in the future if I feel like it)

Risotto: Guitar Hero: Metallica

I mean.

Come on... What else would it be

In all realness, I think he'd actually like Guitar Hero

Formaggio probably got him to play it and he ended up enjoying it

Completely straight faced while he plays, unblinking and unmoving other than his hands and arms

Doesn't play often

Prosciutto: Wii Chest

He simply refuses to play an actual game

Has better things to do with his life

So confused when Risotto first brought it in randomly

"Ris what the fuck is a wii"

Hasn't truly played a single console game in his damn life and isn't keen on changing that, usually sitting out to just watch on game night

Pesci: Endless Ocean

You'd think it'd be one of the Wii's fishing games, but he can fish all he wants in real life, so he actually finds himself playing this a lot more

Very wholesome

Doesn't play often however, he likes watching others instead– Especially Ghiaccio and Gelato

Formaggio: Rabbids Go Home

Simply found it stupid

Says it's a joke

Isn't sure if it's a joke anymore

Also enjoys Wii Sports Resort, and he's weirdly good at pretty much all of the games

Anywho his Rabbid is horrid looking

Like what the fuck did you do to it

It's not offensive or anything, just...

Horrific.

Illuso: The Michael Jackson Experience

The reason I made this stupid lil thing

Gelato gave it to him as a joke

And he... actually really liked it

It's basically just a Michael Jackson version of Just Dance, so it's not just a him thing, others play with him quite a bit

Absolutely shows off. He slays so hard and has no shame

He probably 100%ed the game within a week

Melone: Trauma Team

I feel like he'd like visual novel games

Combine that with a partially human anatomy centered plot (in this case a hospital) and what's not to like for him

Wasn't big on it at first since he knows the Wii isn't the best console

Pleasantly surprised, however– actually wasn't bad.

This shit probably sent him down a Sega Visual Novel rabbithole– He has a crippling love for the Persona series

Ghiaccio: Kirby's Epic Yarn

Hear me out

He'd rather die than admit it but he actually loves Kirby

The game isn't too hard for him so he's not too stressed while playing it

The artstyle is also just,, so cute. How could he not love this shit

Sometimes he'll let someone else play with him, usually Pesci or Melone

He's broken two wii remotes now because of Formaggio and Wii Sports Resort

(Replaced both of them, though)

Gelato: Rayman Origins

Played the first game as a kid and is a sucker for nostalgia

He can and will fight you if you insult his beloved childhood series

They're like, also the only games he plays unless the others want him to play some party game or something.

Rayman might've been his gay awakening and he isn't sure how to feel about it

He does not care who plays with him if you ask to play this stupid lil game with him he'll literally get so excited

It is very possible Sorbet is jealous of this fictional character

Sorbet: Sam & Max: Season One

Probably liked the comics a lot

He isn't a gamer really. He isn't even really good at the game– but he doesn't give a shit because he likes Sam and Max

He played Babysitting Mama as a joke because Gelato brought it home once

Somehow hates babies even more than he already did because of it (Gelato is not getting kids, fuck that)

Only got more pissed when Melone gold medaled the game with ease

May have been the reason they no longer own Babysitting Mama

#not an incorrect quote #headcanons #la squadra #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #vento auero #golden wind #part 5 jojo

[mirsvintagesonytv]

oh my god yoasno mafia boss au sounds interesting please tell me all about it !! like how does she lead the mafia, and how’d she get to her position?

Hello!! Yes yes thank you for the ask!!! I’m p sure I answered this in the previous ask ngl but I’ll go over it again bc this question is more specific and I can expand: (I apologise for the length)

Yosano gets taken in by Mori at 12, who intends for her to be his successor and use her ability to make the mafia unkillable. In this AU the previous boss is starting his decline around now, and Mori disposes of him as soon as he starts to show traits of madness.

As for how she got her position. During the two years she spent as Mori’s student/protege in the mafia, Yosano attempted to kill him many times, because of how strongly she despised him. Mori would often let her, finding it was somewhat cathartic for her and due to the trauma bond Yosano wouldnt ever let him truly die, healing him before he did. It was also a test of her assassin skills to see improvement. However one day after Yosano fished a 10 year old Dazai out of a river (the ripple effect things are happening much earlier) and they discover he has a nullifying ability because Yosano can’t heal him. Mori makes a comment about this that pisses her off, and Yosano impulsively decides to kill him (where Mori is calculated Yosano is impulsive). Mori assumed she would bring him back but miscalculated and Yosano let him die, promptly becoming the boss. She offers Dazai a deal to join the mafia and that after he helps her she will help him kill himself painlessly. Dazai, having just seen her murder a man and reply that she did it because he pissed her off, refuses, unable to trust her word since she is a wild card and very unpredictable. He leaves and does not become affiliated with the mafia. (He is in the AU though and eventually joins the ADA)

There is infighting and a insurgent group formed inside the mafia, unhappy that Yosano killed Mori and that leadership is changing into the hands of a child just two years after Mori took over. In order to gain their respect and trust Yosano makes an alliance with low level mafia member Kouyou Ozaki who is one of few who acknowledge Yosano as a suitable and legitimate leader. Together they wipe out the insurgent group and make an example of them, a warning that if anyone betrays Yosano they will be met with harsh consequences. After this incident the rebellion is squashed and Yosano and Kouyou become close. Kouyou is promoted to Executive to spite the other members of the mafia and is Yosano’s closest most trusted confidante. The incident strikes fear into her subordinates who spread rumours about Yosano’s ruthless nature and call her the Angel of death since she brought everyone who was a part of the rebellion back and healed them after Her and Kouyou almost killed them all, “granting them mercy” and warning them not to fuck up again since she can kill them whenever she likes. She frames it as her being a good boss and gracing them with her forgiveness since she is so benevolent.

Okay onto her characterisation/personality (how I interpret it would’ve differed from canon due to the circumstances) and How she leads:

Because she never recovered from the trauma of the Great War, Yosano is very apathetic and closed off. She does not have it in her to feel compassion anymore and acts uncaring about all/most human life. Mori takes advantage of this to groom her in his image, fostering and encouraging her sadistic and violent tendencies as well as her ruthlessness and apathy. He teaches her how to use the resources available to get what she wants (mainly her ability but also manipulation tactics) and how to get people to willingly submit their loyalty to her. Basically Yosano has been off the rails since she was 12 and grows into a cruel, uncaring person who is very willing to kill to get her way and thrives off others suffering. Her main motivation warps into boredom over time, because she is apathetic and lacks emotion and empathy, she seeks the thrill of feeling something that isn’t boredom leading her to be cruel to others (courtesy of her sadism that is mild in canon but becomes a core part of her personality in this au due to Mori’s prolonged influence)

She truly enjoys lording her influence over others and finds satisfaction in manipulating and using others to get what she wants (mostly she just likes the looks on their faces and the feeling of making others helpless and powerless before her). She fills the void Mori left with ease and excels in her position to be even more feared and respected than he was despite her age. She also enjoys torture, using her ability to break people apart and put them back together in a sick and twisted way, and psychologically damaging/harming others by holding this god-like ability to decide who lives or dies over their heads. Due to Moris tutelage she also has a very sharp wit and is very capable strategically. Maybe not a mastermind genius like her predecessor but very much an intelligent woman who knows what she’s doing.

As well as her overall sadism and apathy, a lot of her cruel tendencies towards others and her enjoyment of their suffering comes from her trauma. She was powerless in the face of Mori and suffered greatly under him. He took advantage of her ability and her will to save people and general childish naivety and broke her to make her cold uncaring and ruthless. A part of her believes Mori did the right thing and taught her a valuable lesson, and a part of her believes she shouldn’t have suffered. As such, to certain characters (I won’t say who that’s spoilers ehe you’ll have to ask more to find out ;D) some of her enjoyment of suffering comes from a place of resentment and helplessness.

She wants to make others suffer as she herself has suffered, wants to see the powerlessness and helplessness she experienced on someone else’s face, because she STILL feels that way. It gives her a sense of power and untouchability to punish others and see their pride and strength and all round love for life and other people broken down. She does it to obtain power over herself because Moris shadow still haunts her even now she’s killed him. She sees herself in others and because she doesn’t like what she sees, (she sees her previous self as weak and useless and this is what she sees in others) she puts those people through hell as a way of punishing herself whilst also maintaining that she shouldn’t regret the things that happened to her and that she’s teaching them the same valuable lesson she had to learn.

In contrast to Mori, Yosano very much uses fear to rule others. Mori had a respect based off his utilitarian beliefs and genius intellect, whereas Yosano, after she takes over, gains respect based off fear. She is very big on punishing those who betray or cross her judgement, and will make an example of these people to others. Under Yosano’s leadership, mafia killings as deterents of interference are staggeringly more common. Again, whilst Mori trusted his subordinates to carry out his plan because of his genius, Yosano is a very impatient and strict boss. If something is done even slightly wrong she will fix it herself. And she likes efficiency. She has a “if you want something done right do it yourself” outlook and barely trusts others with her most important work and plans. Almost no one is aware of her motives besides her one confidante Kouyou, who knows not to disagree with her as she is very Stubborn and will get her way one way or another. Even when she has a full panel of executives to help her, she still will not fully trust them with her plans and keeps them almost completely in the dark regarding most things that count. This creates some communication problems and she is not well liked as a boss like Mori was due to her cruelty but feared enough that no one would dare go against her.

She has an obsession for control. Because of her trauma, where she notably had no control over her own life and actions that took away her childhood and compassion, she rules over others with an obsessive control born of fear. She fears losing control more than anything, fears losing her power over others that acts as protection against her own demons (Mori). She convinces herself if she has complete control and power over the mafia this justifies what she went through and she no longer has to fear Mori. It’s proving to herself that he can no longer control her, that she has outlived him. This control leaks into her hands on approach and willingness to step in in any given situation should her better judgment decide it is needed or that things are not going how she wants them too. It leaks into her relationships with certain mafia members such as the execs. Verlaine in particular, who hates nothing more than being controlled, and as such clashes a lot with Yosano who desperately hates the fact she can’t control him and his actions.

Essentially. She is a wild card who does not mix with other wild cards. She is unpredictable, impulsive and messy, mysterious and cruel, yet incredibly good at what she does. Her only flaws are that she refuses to give leeway of control and trust to others, and cannot see past her own trauma or let her guard down, and how her main motivators are boredom, sadism, and a need for control.

AAAAAA I HOPE THAT MADE SENSE!!! THANK YOU SM FOR THE ASK I RLLY LOVE TALKING ABT THIS!!!

#god I love this au sm #bsd #bungou stray dogs #yosano akiko #bsd yosano #like ugh the possibilities #the ripple effect #dazai osamu #bsd headcanons #bsd kouyou #yosano x kouyou #ozaki kouyou #bsd Verlaine #bsd mori #ougai mori #bsd fukuzawa #mirs yosano mafia boss au #mirs bsd rambling #send me asks #my asks #asks answered #like mafia boss yosano is so mentally Ill it’s insane #like she never recovered just got so much worse in every way #courtesy of me #and Mori being an ass #me when I make bsd worse #some people write self indulgent aus where all the characters are happy. I do this. #but it makes it so interesting bc the ADA don’t have a healer in this au meaning the emotional stakes are so much higher #and ranpo and Yosano would be enemies #and I really would like to explore that dynamic