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samwearsreebok · 1 year

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Sam x Leah

Forewarning: I wrote this while drunk and in my feels about Sam and leahs breakup. Its pretty much gibberish

I was still trying to sort out what to do when I heard the most beautiful voice ever, "sir, are you ok?"

I turned around to see my gorgeous girl staring at me with concern in her eyes, as if she'd never seen anyone so torn apart before. She probably hadn't. In fact, I bet no one had ever looked like this to her before. Her long dark hair flowed down past her shoulders and covered half of her face. She was so beautiful. The way the light caught in her locks made them look almost luminescent. She wore a white dress shirt, tie, slacks, and high heels that matched the occasion perfectly. I almost forgot this was my engagement party. Leah could hold a candle to any woman's beauty.

"Hey honey" leah said as she walked over to us.

"Hi" I managed between breaths. I gave her a weak smile.

She smiled back, but it wasn't quite genuine.

"Let me help you up sir," emily but in putting her hand under my arm. "So you must be Sam, leah wasn't exaggeration, you are beutiful!" She enthused.

"Thanks, you're pretty cute yourself," I muttered as I got to my feet. My knees were still shaking from the shock. I took a deep breath and tried to get myself together.

"Are you okay, Sammy?" Leah asked it must be obvious how weird I felt. Like my whole world just turned inside out. I couldn't figure out why.

It was like when I'd first seen Leah and she was dressed up for the prom. Except then I knew her and was interested, or at least attracted to her. But now...now I didn't know what to think anymore. I think this officially made me worse than my father.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, uhm...thanks." I replied nervously. Leah just stared at me, not sure what to say. I'd been acting really strange since i first turned, i knew that much. Becoming a werewolf then keeping it a secret from everyone isn't the easiest thing. Especially not when everyone is watching you, waiting for you to go crazy again and need to be but away. So I could understand her confusion. I hoped emily wouldnynpick up on her confusion.

Emily broke the silence finally, "i hope we can be friends"

"Sure," I replied, trying my best to sound normal. It wasn't easy. "I don't have many friends in this town. I feel kinda left out at the moment."

"That's sad," she said sadly as she looked into my eyes.

I turned and started walking towards the kitchen, hoping they'd make me some food. My stomach was growling loudly. I'd not eaten anything all day. All morning I'd been too nervous, then I'd gotten sick. I wasn't sure I could eat at all right now.

Leah grabbed my arm, stopping me before I got far. "Sam, are you sure you're alright? You seem kind of..." I watched as her words trailed off.

"What?" I asked.

"You know," she said hesitantly, "a little bit, um...well, different."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did i scare you?" I asked outraged.

"No! No, Sam, not at all. It's just...well you know," she stammered.

I sighed, "yes, I do know. I thought we were supposed to be moving on from this." I rushed. "Every time I have to talk about this I go back to square one." I could feel the tears forming. Just talking about it made me want to cry.

"I know, I'm sorry," she said sympathetically. "But it's good to have someone to talk to who knows what you're going through."

"Thanks," I said with a nod. "Sorry I lashed out, it's just,"

"Hard." She finished for me. "We all have to deal with it in our own ways, Sam. If it helps I'll tell you the truth, ive never seen someone phase before, " she paused, "but I wish I had been with you, it would make things easier."

"You know I'm a werewolf?" I couldn't believe she knew. I thought we were talking about my mental health.

"Yes, I've known since last year," she said calmly. "My mother told me about the story's."

"Your mother knew?" I blurted out, shocked.

"Of course she did," she nodded. "It's the tribs history, only a few people go though it. We keep it quiet, we don't want to risk your safety."

"You mean I could have talked to you about it?" I gasped.

"Maybe, if you wanted to," she shrugged. "But I'm not sure you would have."

"True, I might not have," I admitted. "I just didn't know you knew."

"How did you find out?" she asked curiously.

"Only once a changed did I believe it." I answered honestly. "I spent a week in the woods alone after I first became a werewolf. Then I came back and people started treating me differently. I was paranoid, terrified someone would see me change and think I'd lost it like the rest of my family. So I kept it a secret. Obviously the elders knew and told me I had to protect our people. So I did."

"I can understand that," she said sympathetically. "I'm glad my mom told me, it makes everything easier. I feel like less of an outsider knowing I'm part of something bigger. I just hope it doesn't get you in trouble."

"Hopefully not," I agreed. "Do you mind if we keep this between us?"

"Not at all," she smiled reassuringly. "I promise."

"Thank you," I said gratefully. "I've been hiding it from everyone."

"Like you said, it's hard for everyone to talk about," she nodded. "But I think it's important to know you're still human."

I sighed, "you might be right."

"So, you've been seeing each other a while now?" Emily asked as she enteredthe room. I was happy to talk about Leah. "I haven't seen her since the prom. Have you been dating long?"

"A couple months," I said with a shrug.

"That's not bad," she said. "You've been through a lot in a short amount of time. I'm glad you've found someone who cares about you. Do you two always stay together during these changes?"

"Most of the time," I said vaguely. I didn't want to get into it. "I'm going to go get some food. See if i can convince my stomach to eat."

"Alright, well, if you need anything let me know," she told me.

"I will," I replied as I headed for the kitchen.

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askroahmmythril · 7 months

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Made-Up Gym Leaders

So I was looking through some old files of mine and stumbled across these. I forgot I'd even come up with these, but I kind of like these ideas. One of those things, if I had more time and was better at imitating the Pokemon design style, I'd want to try drawing these characters to have a visual on them. But anyway, some Gym Leader ideas I had :

Flying - Audi (name basis, Audubon Society)

An elderly lady with grey hair in a bun, a decorative feather holding it in position. Horn-rimmed glasses, a kindly but spry look to her. White blouse with peacock teal shorts and hiking boots, a pair of binoculars hanging around her neck. Essentially a birdwatcher look.

Strictly uses bird type Pokemon, like, nothing that just happens to have Flying type, they're all definitely birds of various types.

A bit flighty (ha) and can get carried away talking about all the birds she's seen in her time, but not as "spaced out" as someone like Drasna, is pretty sharp and spry.

Gym Gimmick : Her gym is actually outdoors, set up as a nature hike trail. It's also a quiz gym, asking questions about bird Pokemon such as if you can identify certain footprints or other dex details. Trainers will still be eager to show off their bird Pokemon, but if you fail the quiz, you might get a harder fight as they think "Looks like you need to study more, but I can help with that!"

Rock - Cris (name basis, crystal)

Hippie type guy, unkempt hair and goatee with stubble. Very laid back look, wears various crystal necklaces, a brown leather vest with fringe around the bottom, a tie dye shirt with earth tones, worn jeans, and sandals.

His Pokemon tend to have a crystalline aspect to them, such as the Gigalith line, Carbink, etc.

Talks about the healing power of the earth, the voices of nature, very laid back in personality. Even in defeat is likely pretty lax about it and would say something like "Far out!" in admiration of your Pokemons' power. Likely would say something that might allude to being a relative of Mina from the Alola region, like a cousin or such.

Gym Gimmick : ?

Fairy - Mabel (name basis, sounds like fable / make believe kinda)

Kids' show host, probably in her early 20s. Light pink hair in a pixie bob style, cheerful expressions. Sort of fantasy princess look to her style of clothing, but notably has a cute dragon hand puppet that she provides a voice for. Her default "pose" for battle has her kicked back in an overstuffed cozy armchair, dragon puppet up eagerly, and a storybook open in her lap.

Narrates a "hero's journey" type story about the trainer as they traverse the gym.

Gym Gimmick : Her gym is actually the studio where she does her storytime show, her subordinate trainers being actors in different fantasy themed sets, like a witch in a forest, a knight in a castle, etc. If you pay attention to the story she tells, it may hint you on what your next opponent will use against you so you can prepare accordingly.

Dragon - Dyson (name basis, dice)

D&D style Dungeon Master. Dressed in a mostly modern style outfit, open jacket and jeans, but with a few accents here and there like a helmet, necklace with a D20, etc. He has fairly sharp eyes, focused looking, cocky grin. Perhaps kind of a faux fur collar on his jacket for style.

Has a flair for the dramatic, liking to build up battles in his gym as great fantasy setting encounters.

Gym Gimmick : Gym is set up like a Fire Emblem style tactical game. Battles have special gimmick rules, such as if an area is marked as a certain "terrain" type, different effects can happen in battle like weather or one of the terrain style effects. If you approach a trainer from behind, you start the battle with a free turn for "catching them off guard," but the same can apply if a trainer catches you this way.

Psychic - Tara (name basis, tarot)

A fortune teller wearing a black hooded cloak with golden runes along the trim. Her hood keeps a bit of her face in shadow, though she has sharp lavender eyes and a long violet hair braid that spills from her hood and down her side. Has a cozy looking velvet sort of outfit under the cloak, a burgundy top with black leggings and thick tan boots.

Has an aloof way of speaking, as though fate is decided and she's just there to play her part. She is however rather philosophical about her tarot readings, introducing herself by saying "My personal reading today… it spoke well of my fate here… Let us see…" Upon losing however, she amends this with "A reading, however, is not assurance. It is merely a guide and it is ours to find the way…"

Gym Gimmick : ?

Normal - Reggie (name basis, regular)

A store clerk. Clean cut light brown hair and a friendly face. White work shirt and khakis with a blue store apron. Tends to have a friendly smile, though it does become a bit more of a strained "customer service" smile for his losing animation.

Very service oriented, upon encounter he even asks if you were able to find everything you wanted today.

Gym Gimmick : His gym is in whatever city in the region happens to have the huge size department store, his gym actually being IN the store. Your bag is sealed while in the gym, and instead you're given a shopping cart. Certain areas in the gym have "Free Sample" kiosks where you can get items for use in the gym. Defeating trainers in the gym gets you coupons you can use at kiosks to obtain extra items.

……Kinda jokingly want to have a Beauty trainer in the gym that's very rude and demanding when you talk to her, and turns out her name's Karen, haha.

Bug - Nadia (name basis, needle)

A tattoo artist with a punk aesthetic. She has a yellow and black mohawk themed on Beedrill, and a green vest worn over a black half top. Has spider web sleeve tattoos.

Rough personality, confident style. Respects you as a kindred spirit upon defeat, can respect your power.

Gym Gimmick : ?

Steel - Victoria (name basis, Victorian style)

Wears a steampunk aesthetic outfit, complete with top hat and a tailed jacket. Overall a brown with bronze trim theme, gear and cog accents here and there. She has blonde hair with a silver streak, worn in a ponytail.

A refined yet excitable personality, eager to test your abilities, delighted even in defeat as it was an impressive showing.

Gym Gimmick : The gym is a tower, each floor requiring you to reassemble pipes to carry a flow of steam to power an elevator to the next floor.

Grass - Dr. Basil (name basis, holy basil, a medicinal herb)

A medical doctor, studies the medicinal properties of herbs. A bit of a gaunt, serious face, glasses. Stubble from his hard work life, though his hair is nicely kept. Wears a doctor's coat, tends to keep his hands folded behind his back and poses slightly hunched over.

Fairly serious and methodical. His comments during battle tend to be on the analytical side. Possibly a descendant of Tao Hua from Legends Arceus, similar thus in appearance.

Gym Gimmick : ?

Water - Porter (name basis, port)

Captain of a luxury cruise liner. Wears a crisp white captain's uniform with blue trim. Smarmy sort of grin, well trimmed mustache. Possibly tends to carry a fancy glass of (ahem) vacation juice.

Fairly posh attitude, proud of his vessel and the services his cruise provides. Overall fairly jolly, sees even his battles as providing entertainment for passengers on his ship.

Might make reference to the captain of the St. Anne and his struggle with seasickness.

Gym Gimmick : The gym is on his ship and may sort of feel like a combination of the St. Anne and the abandoned ship from the Hoenn games. As you traverse the ship, dipping into the different rooms to challenge trainers, you'll find keys to other cabins and areas. Upon finding the Captain's Key, you'll be able to enter Porter's room to challenge him.

Ground - Cheval (name basis, shovel)

Super into geocaching. His outfit is perhaps similar in style to BotW Link's climbing outfit, but more decidedly modern, patterned bandana, sleeveless top, cargo shorts. Has a shovel he usually poses with held across his shoulders. Shoulder length dirty blond hair worn in braids, tanned with freckles from being out in the sun so much.

Has an encouraging personality, though can be a bit antsy, always after hunting the next cache.

Gym Gimmick : Gym has a rocky and natural look. Each room has a hidden button you need to step on to open the way forward. Defeating trainers will give you hints toward the button's location, but alternatively if you're good with it, you can use the Itemfinder to track the buttons down.

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fluffcakeproductions · 2 years

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Hello! May I request how Yandere! TSSM Otto would react to the reader pursuing him romantically? Like, they have no idea about his yandere tendencies, they just find the bow tie wearing genius cute.

AAAAH MY FIRST ASK EHEHEHE Anyways, thanks for the request, I've been dying to do one of these!!! This ask sounds really good, so I'll do it. Because let's be serious, we all love this adorable little nerd~! I think he would be over the moon when he finds out you love him back too~

Yandere tssm Otto with an s/o who likes him back

Otto would obsessively pine after you, and you seemed to pine back, always giving him little gifts, flirt occasionally, and even go on pseudo dates, just like him! (Except for the whole part where he stalks, executes those who’ve wronged you, and endlessly obsesses you) You are much more of the typical person with a typical crush. What will he do when he finds out you like him back?

Otto held the loving letter you wrote to him earlier that day. It wasn’t exactly a love confession, unfortunately, but it was a letter you wrote to him saying that he was a good friend and it was extra thanks for covering you during your dentist’s appointment, and you baked him some sugar cookies as a little thank-you gift. Those cookies were already put somewhere he would always go to whenever he needed a little piece of you inside of him~

He had a can of Gasoline slung next to him, an arm holding it as he was striding over to your house. He was going to find out if you had any pets, and it hurt for him to do this, but he was going to kidnap it, and then burn the house down, so he can craft a perfectly good story on how the fire started and how he quickly came to rescue you. After that, he would pluck out all those insignificant animals out of your own life. It would be so delightful, to see you finally accept his feelings.

He began to creep through your backyard, admiring your decor throughout your home. He carefully crawled down to inspect your windows carefully, to see what specific rooms had been unlocked, to give him plenty of time to break in. He began to test out which windows were unlocked, and none of them were unfortunately were. He had to try with the backdoor.

He stalked over to your backdoor, where he was going to see if it unlocked, only to see you open the door for him.

“Otto?” You said, so surprised to see the scientist at your backdoor so late at night, which he only began to nervously stutter at. “AH! Dear, You don’t understand-you see-I was- I was merely-Ooooh….” He trailed off nervously. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s only you, you don’t have to panic. You just…kinda surprised me, s’all.” You told him. “How’s about you come in and we’ll talk in there, it’s pretty chilly.” You said, and he simply nodded before walking in.

You were wearing your pajamas, and had a blanket wrapped around you, which you wrapped around Otto in a friendly way. “So, what’s up? Why did you come visit me so late at night, and why through the backdoor?” You said to him. “Ah, it’s because I….He fumbled around his pockets to feel just the thing he needed to get out of this situation. “I…Wanted to give you thanks on the note and the cookies you baked me!” He said, and pulled out a crinkly 50 dollar bill. “It’s not much…but I think you could use it, you didn’t have to-but- I fought with myself internally for so long, so I decided to give you this. I was so anxious, I couldn’t sleep- Dear, I’m sorry-“ He said before you took the money. “Hey, it’s okay.” You said, calming the worried mess of a man. “It’s alright, Otto. You didn’t have to give me anything back, but seeing how anxious you are, you really seem like you just wanna say thanks. It’s alright.” You said, putting the money away. “But please. After this, no more thanking me back. I have done plenty for you, and you deserve some rest.” You said. “The whole reason why I was going to the backdoor so late at night is because I forgot to throw away these out my compost pile.” You said and pointed to a pot with cut up skin of vegetables. “That’s my excuse.”

Otto felt lucky that you fell for his lie, when suddenly, you stood up. “Well, I can’t imagine how long it took you to get from here from your home on such a late night, and also did you happen to bring a taxi or not?” You asked. “Ah, n-no dear. I walked.” He said, lucky that he was still wearing his coat, and his arms were quick to hide under the coat, and you not noticing them. “Walked? Well, I’m not letting you go back home with you just walking. Come on, let’s go, I’ll take you home.” You told the man.

“I wish not to waste your sleep or your gasoline…” Otto mumbled. “I’ll just go myself.” He said. “You’re right. I’m kinda low on gas.” You told the scientist. “How about you stay the night? It’ll be like a slumber party! We can go to work together and then I’ll go drop you off. Sound nice?” You asked the scientist. Perhaps tonight could be the night you confess to the adorable little scientist?

“Sounds…good dear!” He said, a little nervous. “Can I…change first?” He said. “Oh sure! Then, I’ll show you to my room.” You told him. He went off to your warm bathroom, where he took of his harness and his inhibitor chip, the arms clanking down to the floor, where he hid them in a drawer that you probably might have forgotten about. He took off his shirt and was left with his pants and tank top, where he went to your room.

You were setting up the bed for him, and your heart was pounding out of your chest. It was the perfect moment, the perfect night, but what if he was afraid of you? What if he thought you were going to take advantage of him? What if…What if he never liked you after being repulsed by your confession? You heard him walk up the stairs to your quarters. He walked in your room, gazing at your bed with that adorable little dopey smile of his. You were ready.

“Otto…before you go to sleep…can I tell you something?” You said. “Of course.” He said. “Well, what if…what if instead of a person like me being just a friend to you…What if you found out that a friend of yours loved you dearly?” You asked him. “Er…They found out every aspect of yours was charming, and they found your intelligence…breathtaking, and your looks…well, without seeing you everyday, you could just fall into deep sadness?” You asked, and you saw his gaze on you widen. “O-Oh…dear, I would love that…” He trailed off, and began to grab at his hands, which you picked up for him. “Dear, are you saying-you-indulge in my presence and want me to be with you…forever?” He said timidly. “Yes, Otto. I’m saying I love you.” You said. “I-I-I’m sorry if you-“ You said and he immediately shut you up by pressing his own soft lips on yours. You were surprised, but began to kiss back softly again. Who would have known, that your flirty little tricks would have won out in the end, your kindness would have gotten through the soft man. You gently departed from his lips, as he let out a sad little whine at the feeling of your lips separating from his. “Otto- Thank you.” You said, starting to smile widely. “Thank you for letting me express my feelings and taking them.” You told the kind man. “Ah…no need, dear, besides…” He said and the two of you laid together in your bed. “I also had feelings for you for a long time.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After he made sure that you were asleep, Otto opened his soft sleepy face to reveal his eyes had opened widely and his face was a sick grin, twisting up from every corner of his cheeks. He stood up and checked outdoors, where he saw the can of gasoline was hiding under your backdoor’s steps. He was quick to think and hide it just in case of an emergency. Otto had laid back in your bed, taking a deep inhale of your hair, and smiled. “Darling~” He hummed, and he had wrapped you up in a tight hug. “I’ve longed for this moment, you have no idea how much I d r e a m e d of this…” He said, and indulging in his personal victory. He had won, but now it was time to plot on what he was going to do next. He was going to propose to you one day, but then he had to also get rid of those who tried to interfere- it doesn’t matter who it would be, they would all just die.

Protecting you was the first thing on his list, and he would do so even if it cost him his life.

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deadbiwrites · 4 years

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a video of supergirl grabbing lena luthor's ass starts circulating and it's very embarrassing for sc but extremely funny to their friends

(I am SO sorry. Where do these hide? Why do I never see them? How long has this been here?!

Anyways, have some cute nonsense!)

The day starts like any other, honestly.

Like, sure, Kara’s never thrilled when she wakes up 20 minutes late and has to use superspeed to get through her morning routine and into the office on time, but it happens regularly enough that she’s just sort of used to it by now. Like, the sky is blue, the grass is green, she manages time poorly. Whatever.

But she does get to work on time, with just enough to spare that she can make a brief detour to Nia’s desk for the coffee her protege has already bought for her, thank her profusely (with perhaps minor promising of firstborn children), and slip into the morning meeting just as Snapper, James, and Lena start handing out assignments for the day.

“Well, well, good of you to join us, Ponytail. Let me guess, a family emergency kept you out all night again?”

‘I mean, that Abraxian wasn’t my family, technically, but someone’s family, so…’ “Something like that. Sorry.”

Lena catches her eye and quirks a brow in question, but Kara just shrugs easily and sips her coffee, pulling a silly face at her friend when Snapper’s attention moves away from her. When her eyes uncross, she can tell Lena is fighting not to laugh, eyes sparking with mirth as she bites her lip. Kara takes another sip of coffee, feeling a bit smug that she can get Lena to smile without even having to say anything to her. That’s real talent, right there.

Especially since Lena has to stand up at the front with James, who has been by turns cold, dejected, and surly toward her since their breakup (a big, real, final one) a few weeks prior. Lena had said that the whole thing was a mistake, that she should’ve never gone for it in the first place because she’d been right the first time- they’d had some chemistry, after all, but it certainly wasn’t compatible long-term.

Which… Kara can certainly relate. Like, a lot.

Especially about the whole… James being kind of wounded about it part. That part had really sucked- when he’d done it with Kara, who he’d gone on like, a date with, it’d resulted in him deciding to become a vigilante. Rao only knows what he’ll do when it’s someone he dated on and off for over a year...

“Ponytail!”

Kara jumps, realizing too late that her wandering attention hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Yes, sir?”

Snapper rolls his eyes. “Great, now that you’ve stopped orbiting Saturn, you wanna go get that article started?”

Kara’s eyes widen slightly in a panic as she realizes that she has no idea what he’s talking about. “Uh…” Behind his back, Lena catches her eye and nods subtly. Thank Rao. “Yes. I super do.”

Lena snorts, James sighs deeply, and the meeting is adjourned.

“So what exactly am I supposed to be doing today?” Kara asks Lena as they stroll out of the conference room together.

“Well unfortunately for you, you have to interview a big-time CEO. You have a meeting scheduled with her in three hours.”

“You?” Kara asks hopefully.

“You’re very sweet,” Lena chuckles. “No, Elena Watts. She’s a real estate developer, and she runs a nonprofit organization for homeless youth. It’s one of the articles we’re doing for next month’s spread. Contrary to popular belief, Cat and I weren’t the only women with high-profile jobs in this city. ”

“Oh, that’s pretty cool! Have you met her?”

“Not personally, no, but I have donated to her charity- it’s a very good cause, especially the outreach they do with queer youth.”

Kara elbows Lena gently. “You’re such a softie.”

“Mmm, maybe. But if you tell anyone, you’re fired.”

Kara clutches a hand to her chest, feigning horror. “Why Miss Luthor, what a blatant abuse of power!”

Lena shrugs. “I’m a Luthor, darling, I have to keep up appearances somehow.”

“Ouch,” Kara laughs. “See you at lunch?”

“Only if lunch includes a milkshake- I have a teleconference with both boards today. Unless you feel like joining me?”

“Wow, well as fun as that sounds, I’m gonna go do literally anything else.” Her comms crackle to life, alerting her of a hostage situation downtown, and Kara sighs. So much for a work day. “Alright, well, I’m, um, gonna go… see what I can find on Elena Watts. Maybe over another cup of coffee at Noonan’s.” She widens her eyes a bit, trying her best to convey that she’s going to be on Super-duty for a little while.

Thankfully, Lena picks up on it and grins. “You just want sticky buns.”

“Lena, I always want sticky buns. They’re like, my second favorite thing to eat.”

“Oh? What’s the first?” Lena asks, voice just a bit lower than usual.

Kara opens her mouth and closes it, flushing slightly as she averts her gaze and adjusts the laptop bag on her shoulder. Stuff like that has been happening more and more, and she’s not 100% sure what to do about it. Because on the one hand, it makes her stomach do flips and tie up in knots and makes her brain do this… staticky thing where nothing filters in or out, just a pleasant buzz of how funny and smart Lena is and how much Kara likes hanging out with her and being flirted with (because that’s definitely what’s been happening, even if neither of them is really ready to address it) and just generally looking at Lena.... who is currently biting her lip and grinning up at Kara, and that buzz makes her kinda dumb, which is just really unhelpful. But on the other hand, it’s also kinda awesome and Kara really enjoys it, and-

“Kara?”

She spaced out again. Crap.

“Um. What time are you free for lunch?”

Lena sighs, seeming slightly disappointed that Kara isn’t flirting back at the moment (and thank Rao Lena can’t read minds), but she smiles back easily enough as they step off of the elevator. “I should be done by two.”

Feeling emboldened, Kara turns so she’s walking backwards in front of Lena and grins. “It’s a date,” she says with a grin, ducking forward to press a quick “friendly” kiss high on Lena’s cheek. She whirls and jogs out the double doors, leaving Lena smiling exasperatedly after her.

It is genuinely baffling to Kara that people still commit crimes in National City. It’s not even an ego thing, really, since Kara tries to keep herself humble (even when she manages to wrap up a hostage situation within twenty seconds of arriving on-scene without injuring any of the criminals or damaging the building too badly). Like, yeah, she gets that there’s a certain element of crazies who just sorta gravitate to places with a local hero, the big-bads who have their own suits and geek-toys and abilities. Them, Kara gets. Kinda sorta. But the regular ones, who are armed with like, pistols? Or knives? Just regular man made stuff without even the benefit of magic or kryptonite or something?

Why?

She’s sure that if she asked, Lena would have some sort of statistical thing about large cities and poverty and all sorts of other factors that would end up making Kara feel like a jerk for being uncharitable to the criminal element of her city, but at the moment she’s mostly too annoyed by the fact that she has to spend her weekdays chasing them around instead of chasing stories.

Once all the hostages are freed and the cops secure the scene, Kara departs, flying into the alley behind Noonan’s and changing into her regular clothes before she heads inside to do a bit of research before her meeting with Elena Watts in a few hours (just because she’d used it as a cover doesn’t mean it was a bad idea…). She finds her favorite little two-person booth tucked into a quiet corner, plugs in her laptop, and gets to work, asking the waitress to please keep both the coffee and the sticky buns coming.

She gets a surprising amount done by the time she needs to leave for the interview, having a good foundation for what she wants to write and who Elena Watts is.

Ms. Watts turns out to be a pretty nice lady around Eliza’s age, if a bit busy and distracted by the steady flow of people in and out of her office. She answers all Kara’s questions with aplomb, happy to elaborate on most every point and eager to draw attention to the rising issue of homelessness among children and teens in the US.

“When I was young, my dad lost his job at the auto plant. It was supposed to be a temporary layoff, but the factory never reopened. We ended up losing the house, and we lived so far from our extended family that staying with them wasn’t much of an option. We lived in our SUV for six months, sleeping at shelters every now and again, if we could find one that allowed families to stay together. We showered at the local YMCA. Five people and a dog, living and sleeping in an old station wagon- even now, it sounds ridiculous. Eventually, we got back on our feet, but I never forgot that. It was just six months, but it was- and remains- the scariest, most uncertain time in my entire life, and it shaped me in a lot of ways I didn’t expect. And there are kids and families who do that for years. I just want to help them the way I wish that someone had been able to help us.”

At the end of the interview, Kara thanks her profusely for her time and for sharing her story before hurrying off to CatCo to type up a draft for Snapper (“What’s wrong with you, Ponytail, why is everything you bring me sappy and sentimental?”), which she finishes an outline of just in time to send it off before running to Big Belly and L-Corp for lunch with Lena.

She greets the newest in a series of secretaries (Anna? Amy? Ava? Lena’s really missing Jess, these days, but from what she’s told Kara, Jess is kicking butt in her new role as VP of Operations and will probably take over for the COO when he retires in a few years), and the girl waves her in distractedly.

And that’s when Kara’s day goes from normal to not, because inside the office are two masked men holding a stone-faced Lena at gunpoint on her balcony and demanding… something, probably. Kara’s a bit distracted by the loaded gun aimed at Lena’s head.

“Hey!” she yells, attracting both their attention. They whirl on her and Lena’s eyes widen in alarm, and Kara suddenly realizes three things- 1) she’s in her Kara Danvers clothes, not the supersuit, 2) she can’t speed into the suit now that they’re both looking at her, and 3) she has no plan.

Crap.

“Who the hell are you?!” one of them demands.

Kara… doesn’t have a good or snappy answer for that, and instead does the only thing she can think of- she throws the large milkshakes she’s carrying at them as hard as she can.

Which, in retrospect, is too hard, apparently because while yes, it is both funny and gratifying to see two grown men get absolutely leveled by a tasty dairy treat to the face, the one closest to Lena manages to elbow her in such a way that she falls backwards over the rail with an instinctual scream that makes Kara’s heart fly into her throat. She whips off her glasses, and by the time she’s out the window and speeding toward Lena’s flailing form, the suit is materialized. She gets under Lena, catching her carefully and dropping a bit further before slowing down (because she’s been made aware that when she doesn’t, the people she’s saving may as well be hitting the pavement), finally coasting to a stop about 20 feet from the ground.

Lena’s face is screwed up in a forced sort of focus, her hands clutching tightly at Kara’s shoulders and cape as she holds her breath.

“Are you okay?” Kara asks quietly.

Lena swallows thickly and nods, eyes still firmly closed. “I’m alright. Thank you- I’ll admit, I wasn’t quite sure how to get out of that one.”

“What was that? What did they want?”

Lena cracks an eye open. “Oh. you know, just my quarterly assassination attempt. I think my mother was starting to miss me, so she wanted to reach out.”

Kara snorts. “That really shouldn’t be funny.”

“Maybe not, but here we are.” Lena shifts a bit in Kara’s arms, cheeks a bit flushed from the adrenaline rush, and clears her throat. “Not to be rude, Supergirl, but do you think that perhaps we could continue this conversation… on the ground?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sorry. I forgot we were, uh, flying.”

Lena chuckles as they ascend slowly back up to her office. “You forgot you were flying?”

Kara shrugs with an easy smile. “I guess you have that effect on me.”

Lena huffs a laugh against Kara’s neck, eyes squeezed shut again. They alight on the balcony, finding the two men still unconscious, covered in Kara and Lena’s lunch. Lena sighs as Kara sets her down, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What a mess.”

“Yeah, sorry, I sorta… panicked.”

“I was so looking forward to a milkshake too…” Lena laments playfully.

“Well, then I have good news and bad news,” Kara says. She reaches out and gently wipes a bit of her own chocolate shake from Lena’s cheek with the pad of her thumb, tucking it into her mouth on instinct to get a taste of it. “The good news is, you do, in fact, have some shake on you!”

“Whats the bad news?”

“Also that you have some shake on you.” Kara laughs, gathering the two men in her arms and hefting them a bit so they’re easier to carry. “I’ll get you another one. Be right back.”

She drops the men at the police station with a brief explanation before flying back into the office. Lena hands over her discarded glasses with a wry grin.

“I figured you’d need these before the police arrive.” She’s putting on a brave front, but she’s clearly still more than a bit rattled, if her too-bright eyes and thundering heartbeat are anything to go by. Kara steps closer and opens her arms in invitation, and Lena doesn’t hesitate to step into them. “Thank you,” Lena says fervently, tucking her face into Kara’s shoulder and wrapping her arms tight around Kara’s waist.

“Always,” Kara promises, daring to press a reassuring kiss to Lena’s temple (and getting a bit of Lena’s strawberry shake for her troubles) before wrapping her up even tighter in her arms. “Are you actually okay?”

“I mean, my fear of heights has been reaffirmed,” Lena jokes, “but aside from that, I’m not hurt.”

“Good. I don’t like, love people pointing guns at you. Just so you know.”

“I’m not a fan either, for the record,” Lena drawls, burrowing even closer. “Even though I know you’ll save me, it still puts a damper on my day.”

Kara huffs a laugh. “Same.”

They stay like that for a few minutes, until Lena’s calmed down enough to stop shaking and calls her assistant (Audra, apparently) in, telling her what’d happened and that the police would be arriving shortly to take her and Kara’s statements, and please advise the security team to let them up discreetly. After the cops arrive, it’s a blur of questions, and Kara has to concentrate on telling the story of how she’d panicked and thrown the milkshakes at the men, and one of them had knocked Lena over the balcony (all true), and Kara had yelled for Supergirl, who had knocked the men out on her way to Lena (also technically mostly true. Technically. Mostly.). The police are sure to tell Kara that next time, she shouldn’t throw things at people with guns, and also to tell them both how lucky they are that Supergirl had shown up when she did.

“She’s always there when I need her,” Lena agrees, throwing a sly wink over the officer’s shoulder at Kara.

Kara just shakes her head and smiles. Even almost dying isn’t enough to make Lena not flirt with her. The woman is truly a marvel.

Kara’s comms crackle again, accompanied by Alex’s custom ringtone on her cell, and after assuring the police that she has no issue with giving another statement if they need her to later, hurries over to the DEO (making a quick stop in the back alley to change into her suit).

When Kara arrives, she’s told that J’onn and Alex are waiting for her in the Directors’ offices. She makes her way there, waving to the agents and scientists she knows. But it’s very weird, because every time one of them sees her, they start giggling before quickly hurrying off in the opposite direction. Like, literally everyone is whispering and pointing and giggling, and it’s giving Kara such visceral flashbacks to high school that it’s all she can do to not check her cape for a taped on sign that says ‘Kick me’ or ‘Freak’.

(Kids are mean.)

By the time Kara gets to her destination, she’s fully paranoid, sure that someone’s playing a prank on her, somehow, and that everyone but her is in on the joke. She opens the door with more force than intended and catches it just before the handle puts a hole in the wall, throwing Alex and J’onn a sheepish smile. She closes the door extra gently and leans against it heavily. J’onn and Alex just stare at her, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Busy day, Supergirl?” Alex asks, and after half a lifetime of spending time with her, Kara recognizes that she, too, is trying not to laugh.

Kara’s had enough. “Okay, do I have something on my face? Or on the suit? Is someone messing with me?”

J’onn’s brow furrows. “No.”

“Then what’s the deal? Why is the entire DEO like… laughing at me? Did someone accidentally vent the lab fumes out into the main hub again?”

“No.”

“Did someone see me crash into that billboard last week?”

J’onn’s frown deepens. “What?”

“No,” Alex answers.

“Then why is everyone laughing at me?!”

“I mean, if I had to guess, I’d say it’s because of that,” Alex muses, nodding toward the big TV on the wall beside Kara.

She steps back to watch the news coverage of her dealing with the hostage situation this morning and frowns. “What, those guys? That was routine, what’s so funny about tha-”

“No, no, not that. That,” Alex clarifies, cranking up the volume.

“...reports are saying that the CEO of L-Corp, Lena Luthor, experienced an attempt on her life early this afternoon. Sources claim that she fell from a considerable height-”

“Hey, she was pushed,” Kara corrects.

“Shh!”

“...caught by Supergirl, who may have gotten a little… familiar with her.”

And there’s a video (clearly recorded on a cell phone but not the worst quality Kara’s ever seen) of Kara catching Lena and slowing to a stop above the sidewalk, of them talking quietly, of Kara’s hand definitely on Lena’s-

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Alex drawls, clicking the TV off with relish, a large, evil-big-sister grin spreading across her face. “Congratulations, Supergirl- the world just watched you grope Lena Luthor’s ass.”

“But I’m not- I wasn’t groping, I was catching! My hands weren’t… If it was groping, I’d be all up on her, and I wasn’t!”

“Camera begs to differ. It’s already trending on Twitter in National CIty.”

Kara puts her head in her hands and groans. “Why?! I was trying to save her!”

“You were definitely trying to save part of her,” Alex agrees. “Granted, it’s a very nice part...”

Kara’s head pops up, and she shoots Alex a look that’s between a pout and a glare. “You’re not helping.”

Alex feigns confusion. “Am I supposed to be helping?”

“Alright, enough,” J’onn cuts in before Kara can retort. “We just wanted you to be aware. I don’t think that this is going to be taken for anything more than it is- a humorous moment in the middle of a successful rescue. You shouldn’t worry about the press.”

And truth be told, Kara isn't worried about the press- she’s worried about the fact that she’s going to have to face Lena after this. Lena, who she knows for a fact has google alerts set for herself, Kara Danvers, and Supergirl, a gesture which is normally actually sweet and kind but is right now definitely gonna bite her in the-

“Okay! So, is that all?”

Alex blinks, looks over at J’onn, and shrugs. “I mean, yeah. Try not to make a habit of groping your crush when you’re in the suit.”

“I wasn’t groping her-”

Alex grins. “So you admit you have a crush? Interesting…”

“Alex!”

J’onn’s prediction is mostly right- no one seems to be taking the shots of her grabbi- saving Lena as anything other than a funny blip of a moment in their coverage of it.

He was wrong about the sheer scale. The clip had gone totally viral in a matter of hours, and seemingly every major network in the country has run the clip at least once as a bit of filler-fluff, and almost every major network anchor (including the ones at CatCo, the traitors) has made at least a passing joke about Supergirl being ‘Super-Handsy'.

Which means that Kara is very late getting back to Lena’s office with replacement food. But like, she’s been busy, okay? It’s not like she’s avoiding Lena, or something, because she’s embarrassed- which she isn’t, because she didn’t do anything bad or wrong and-

Anyways, it’s well past sunset by the time Kara gets to Lena’s office door again. She hesitates outside it for just a moment before shouldering the door open and knocking tentatively.

Lena’s attention jerks from whatever she’d been absorbed in to Kara, and a relieved smile blooms across her face. “Hey there.”

Kara finds herself equally relieved to not experience a repeat performance of earlier scary situations. “Hi,” Kara says, unable to resist smiling back. She raises the bags and cup carrier. “I bring grease and milkshakes. Again.”

“Oh thank god, I’m starving,” Lena says, rolling her chair away from her desk and rising into a deep and probably much-needed stretch. Kara very determinedly does not stare at the slight sliver of soft tummy that appears between her blouse and skirt at the motion. “I’ve been staring at this screen for several hours. And Sam called to yell at me- she says hello, by the way- she and Ruby are in town next weekend.”

“Good!” Kara crosses the room to the couch as Lena does, easily spreading out the veritable buffet of fast food she’d brought over the coffee table. “I mean, not good that she yelled at you, or that you’re still at work, Miss Luthor,” she says pointedly, receiving only an unapologetic shrug in response. “But good that, um-”

“I get it,” Lena chuckles, resting a hand lightly on Kara’s knee and boy, if that doesn’t make Kara’s brain go fuzzy and dumb again… “Thank you, for checking in.”

“Of course I was gonna check on you, Lena,” Kara huffs. “Plus, I know you probably didn’t get lunch, so…”

Lena hums around a mouthful of burger, chewing until she can politely speak again. “Well it’s delicious. Did you make it yourself?” she teases with a sly grin.

“Oh, yeah, totally. Slaved away over a hot stove for this- I just wrapped it in Big Belly wrappers so you wouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“Very clever.” Lena pops the lid off of her milkshake and drags a fry through it (an advanced culinary delicacy Kara had horrified her with initially but had eventually become a bit of a guilty pleasure). “Although I have to say, traditionally you’d have to buy me dinner before you grabbed my ass.”

Kara chokes on a pickle. “Oh no,” she groans, dropping the burger onto the wrapper on the table and dropping her very red face into her hands as Lena laughs beside her. She peers out from between her fingers. “I am so sorry, I was just worried about you hitting the pavement and like, catching you in the least jarring way and I wasn’t paying attention to where my hands were and I didn’t even notice until I got back to the DEO and-”

“Well I have so say, I feel a bit offended that you didn’t even realize you were copping a feel...” When the only response is another groan and a deep flush spreading from Kara’s neck to the tips of her ears, Lena relents. “Kara, Kara, it’s fine!” she laughs, pulling Kara’s hands away from her face and giving them a grounding squeeze. “Nia’s been sending me memes about it all day, which has improved my mood significantly. On the grand scale of fallout from assassination attempts, this one was at least funny.”

“I know that’s supposed to be comforting, but all it makes me wanna do is wrap you in bubble wrap forever,” Kara informs her.

“Pass on that. But seriously, don’t worry about it- I know it wasn’t on purpose- unfortunately for me, you’re too noble to do something like that,” Lena laments playfully.

And whether it’s the knowledge that Lena is not, in fact, upset, the overall weirdness that has been this day, or this delicious burger fueling it, Kara feels a bit emboldened. “Hey Lena…”

“Yes?”

“What if I wanted to grab your butt? Just, y’know, as a hypothetical. For future reference.”

Lena quirks a brow at her, fighting a smile as she contemplates this. “Hmm. Strictly hypothetically?”

Kara scoots a bit closer on the couch. “Sure.”

“Well, you’ve already bought me dinner…”

“And lunch, technically. Even if I gave it to the bad guys.”

“True. Plus you saved my life, so that gets you some points, probably.”

Kara pauses in her sly scooching. “Oh, hey, wait, no, that’s not-”

“Kidding, Kara. I know you’d never use that to your advantage. I, however, have determined that strong moral fibre and nobility do, in fact, earn you more points, which is my choice on the matter and you get absolutely no say in it.”

“Oh. Um, alright, I think.”

Lena stares off into the middle distance, tapping her forefinger thoughtfully against her chin. Finally she shrugs. “Yes, I think you’re fulfilled the prerequisites for a bit of grab-ass today.”

Kara snorts, Lena laughs, and soon enough Kara takes her up on the offer.

“Hey Kara, remember that time you grabbed Lena’s ass and it made international news?” Nia asks around a mouthful of mushu pork.

“You mean last week? Yes, I remember,” Kara drawls. Beside her/halfway sitting on her lap, Lena snorts.

“That was the best.”

Alex glares. “Um, excuse you, no. No it was not. I had to sift through so much thirsting over my sister on like, every social media platform. It was the worst day of my life.”

Brainy’s brow furrows. “Surely that cannot be correct, Alex. Statistically speaking-”

Alex holds up a hand, cutting him off. “Trauma can’t be measured, Brainy.”

Kelly chuckles and presses a consoling kiss to Alex’s cheek, and it makes the tough agent melt into a doe-eyed puddle of mush that Kara snorts. And she says they’re gross... Kara sneaks a glance at Lena from the corner of her eye, and she catches Lena looking at her. She leans close and jostles her gently as she drops her head onto Lena’ shoulder. “We’re never gonna live that down, are we?”

“Probably not.”

“We have the worst friends.” When this elicits nothing but a chuckle, Kara tips her head back to see Lena still looking at her, a soft smile playing at her mouth and shining in her eyes. And like, this whole thing they’re doing is new, with the kissing and the actual dates and the... everything else. But the thing where Kara catches Lena looking at her and she doesn’t look away? That freakin’ knocks her out, every single time. “Hey,” she manages.

Lena grins down at her. “Hi.”

So yeah. Maybe the initial circumstances weren’t ideal, and she doesn’t love the mockery that’s been heaped upon her by all of her friends and loved ones (including Winn, who’d sent a missive from the future that literally just said ‘LOL’). But the fact is, Kara muses as she surges up just enough to kiss the corner of Lena’s mouth, that she doesn’t regret a thing.

#supercorp #prompts!#asks open #ask response #supergirl fanfic #kara x lena #humor #idiots #international news about idiots #kara danvers #lena luthor #i'm also deeply sorry that this is so long on mobile #i swear there's a read more that's supposed to be there #but alas

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darksuna · 3 years

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🤍toxic

pairing: Suna x fem!reader

warnings: physical/verbal abuse, non-con, !R*PE!, kinda housewife relationship, sexist suna, mentions of forced marriage, misogynist suna, unprotected sex, (lmk if you find more!)

also be aware of: grammar and spelling errors. (mane, i got tired of this story. I wrote this on 3 different days)

Never in a million years would you’ve thought, you’d find yourself in this position; his heavy body covering your small form, his large hand muffling your desperate cries for help, while his other hand tightly locks your small writs above your head.

this’ gonna leave bruises you thought, but that of course was your smallest problem right now.

Nervously looking at the clock above the doorframe, you’re waiting for the sound of keys to chime. Today is the day. Today is the day, you’d finally gain your freedom and independence back, which you lost two years ago, after agreeing to date this man.

If you could erase one of your past mistakes it would be becoming Rintarō Sunas girlfriend, a decision, that turned your life to living hell.

The thought of being college sweathearts with an successful professional middle blocker might’ve sounded enviable at first, but the longer you’ve been with him, it was all the more doomed for you. The laid-back, funny and caring boyfriend turned into a moody, manipulative and unfaithful tyrant.

The worse part was your upcoming marriage your parents and you have arranged to uplift his career and seal the bond of your love , like your mother said. But of course you knew she was just after his money.

5 more minutes.

You play with the handle of your small suitcase as you desperately try to calm yourself down, your heart beating faster with every passing second.

Fuck. Should you really do this? Maybe you should just give up and live your life like you did before. As long as you behaved, Suna wasn’t too bad anyway.

,,Get your act together!‘‘, you mumble to yourself, as you light slap yourself in the face. You‘ve been planning this for the longest now, there is no going back!

Suddenly you hear keys rumbling on the door and the light in the hallways turn on. Wiping your sweaty palms on your thigh highs, you almost faint due to your anxiety.

As his footsteps get closer, you feel your head spinning. The dizziness making it hard to keep your composure.

,,Y/N?“, it chimed before a brown haired man enters the living room. His lazy hazel eyes mustering your anxious form sitting on the cold leather couch.

,,What‘s up with all that?“, Suna asks with his always bored voice, pointing at your luggage.

,,Hello Rin. I- I got something to tell you“, you stumble as confident as possible, tapping the free space on the couch, implying for him to sit next to you.

,,Can’t that wait? I‘m tired and fucking hungry. Those fucking sponsors talk way too much“, he groans annoyed, walking straight to your shared bedroom not paying you any mind.

Confused you twist your torso, to follow his actions with your eyes.

,,But Rin I-“

,,You still didn’t tell me why you got all them suitcases. Did you book a surprise vacation again? I already told you, vacation this time around is rather counterproductive.“, he cuts you off, casually taking off his tie as he looks at his tall form in the mirror. ,,Why don’t you ever listen?“, he sighs.

Standing in the doorframe, you nervously play with the hem of your skirt.

,,Rin, vacations are not what I wanted to talk about“, you mumble. Suna throws a quick questioning look at you, before looking back in the mirror. You take his silence as a sign to continue.

,,I‘m leaving.“

Raising an eyebrow at himself, Suna takes off his suit jacket and throws it on the bed, his shirt and pants following soon after.

,,Leaving where? To the supermarket?“, he asks ironically. He turns around, facing you but you immediately lower your gaze.

,,Don’t act like you’ve never seen this before. Why are you so weird today?“, he asks again, his voice filled with serious confusion and annoyance.

,,Rintarō, I‘m leaving you. For good. I just don’t think I can do this anymore“, you start anxiously waiting for an reaction, but nothing comes. ,,What we‘re doing isn’t good for neither you nor me. W-we‘re ruining the both of us and I just think..- I think it‘s time for us to set our li-“

,,Did you cook already? I‘m hungrier than a motherfucker.“ And again. He cut you off mid sentence again. Suna always does his, whenever he gets tired of your voice or as he says ,thinks you‘ve talked more than a woman should for the day‘.

,,What‘re you standing there for? Put my stuff back and prepare my dinner”, he demands, pushing you aside as he walkes back to the living room.

,,Also put those fucking bags away and go get me some sweatpants, stupid.” With a ,tch’ noise, Suna gave you one last despising gaze. With that, the conversation was over for him, but you couldn’t just give up, now that you’ve told him how you really feel.

,,See, this is why I wanna leave your raunchy ass!”, you yell, clenching your fists in anger. Suna stops his actions, replaying your words in his head.

,,The fuck did you just say?”

,,You heard me right, Rin! I’m so tired of the way you treat me! You’re always rude and mean to me. It’s like you despise me! Also you always come home late at night, acting like I don’t know you’re fucking, I don’t know how many bitches, outside and if you ever come home like today, all I get is you pushing me around like your fucking house slave! I’m tired of this Rintarō. I can’t do this no more!” Your breath is uneven by the end of your outburst.

As you realize what you’ve just said panic starts to take in the space of the previous anger. Suna was way too calm for your liking and that only means no good.

,,O my god, I-I’m sorry Rin! I didn’t mean what I just said, honestly!”, you stumble worried as you step forward and gently place your cold fingers on his warm biceps. You know the damage was already done, when you felt his large hand around your small neck, cutting off your air supply.

Your big eyes stare at his insane looking ones as his face is so close to yours, not even a sheet of paper could fit between you.

,,So that’s what you’ve been thinking about me, you ungrateful little slut, huh?“, Suna whispers threatening. ,,After all I‘ve done for you, letting you stay in this expensive ass penthouse, paying for your fucking slutty clothes“, he continues through gritted teeth, throwing your weak body on the floor.

Suddenly you feel his fist colliding with your face, a penetrating beep sound sabotaging your hearing.

,,Fuck, I‘m paying all your fucking bills and you wanna complain about me expecting food by the end of the fucking day?“, he hisses fake laughing as his hard fists constantly hit your small form.

,,Rin, please stop!“, you beg, scrunched up in a ball to protect your body as tears are forming in your eyes but those aren’t tears of pain. These are tears or utter shock. Rin was indeed moody and verbally abusive sometimes, but he never went as far as hitting you. Never.

Abruptly he stops, wiping under his nose with his fist. You lurk up from between your hands as you see him kneel over you, mustering your body.

,,You wanna know something?“, he mumbles absent. ,,You were right, I‘ve been fucking other bitches. You just became too prudish and all these easy cunts were just waiting to be fucked by me.“

His rough hand strokes the free space between your thigh highs and your panties. Confused you pull your eyebrows together, lightly flinching away.

,,But damn, I forgot how hot you actually are.“ His hungry hazel eyes pierce through yours. A cold shiver runs down your spine as you realize his intimation, but before you can react his greedy hands grab your thighs, pulling you towards him.

,,No, Rin! What are you doing?“, you ask scared.

,,Didn’t you just complain about me fucking other bitches?“, he repeats your words from earlier, ripping your panties apart.

You try to push his hands off of you, but he angrily grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. Again his flat palm collides with your soft cheek, leaving a stinging feeling on it. You gasp in shock.

,,Stop fighting, fucking whore“, he curses pulling his boxers down. ,,I‘m just giving you what you wanted.”

,,Rintarō, you don’t have to do this! I‘m sorry! I-I‘m so sorry but please-", you plead desperat. Tears are streaming down your face as you feel him adjusting yourself in front of you entrance. You try to press your thighs together, but Suna simply rips them apart with ease.

,,You asked for it, and you shall receive“, he hums before thrusting inside of you. A pained scream escapes your throat. His length stretching your dry insides to an painful degree.

,,Shut the hell up. I don’t need them nosy neighbors to knock on my fucking door“, he demands with a cold voice.

,,Rintarō, it hurts! Please stop“, you continue your pleas through tears but Suna continues his angry thrusts. He rolls on top of you, taking your abilities to squirm for freedom underneath hin.

,,You dumb slut, didn’t I tell you to shut that dirty mouth of yours?“, he asks irritated, slapping his large hand over your mouth.

,,Can’t stand your fucking voice“, he groans annoyed.

His thrusts are hard and steady, his cock continuously knocking at your cervix. You shake your head under his head as the amount of pain, physically and mentally, rises to an almost unbearable degree.

,,Keep acting like that and I‘ll fuck the shit outta you all night“, he threatens, his lazy eyes looking at yours so dangerously, you know he is serious.

His words weren’t even necessary to stop you from trying, your motivation to fight leaving sooner than you thought.

Grunting and moaning Suna rocks his hips into your tight cunt, enjoying every second of his power over you.

,,Look how cute you are, when you actually shut the fuck up. Dumb whore, who do you think you are?“, he asks. ,,Yelling at me, calling me raunchy,“ he chuckles outraged, ,,cursing up a strom and complaining about being my little house wife.“

,,You‘re a useless woman, only existing for male pleasure and wellbeing. A stupid fucktoy, a bimbo you are“, he mutters, his thrust becoming harder with each word.

Suna squeezes your cheeks, pouting your lips.

,,You understand that, you bitch? You’re mine. You belong to me and you’ll never leave me. Know your fucking place, whore!“ He throws your weak head back, your hope for help long gone.

,,Answer!“ He yells with a hard thrust.

,,Y-yes, I understand“, you pant, silent tears rolling down your temples.

,,Hm, good girl. Such a good little bitch for me.“

You stare at the ceiling counting the remaining thrusts until Suna shoots his load in you with a loud groan. He pulls his cock out of you used cunt, adjusting himself in his boxers.

,,Yo, I‘m still hungry. I want to see food on the table after I‘m done showering“, he demands as he‘s standing up.

,,And clean yourself up. You look fucking disgusting“, he mutters despicable, leaving you undone, his sticky liquids running down your bruised thighs and the sensation of his rough touches still on your body.

Maybe, just maybe, you should’ve changed your mind, before he came home.

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sortagaysortahigh · 4 years

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Burn | Rafe Cameron

Honestly guys, idk what the fuck happened when i was writing this the other day, I re-read it and it kinda makes sense but idk its like weird soulmate plot then rlly intense soulmate sex. Ima have to blame the drugs on this one. ALSO THIS IS BASED ON THIS REQ! (Its in caps bc i totally spaced and forgot to link it when i posted a few hours ago)

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of drug use, mentions of violence, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, choking kink, slight spanking kink, mentions of masterbation, uhm yea it gets kinda filthy

Word count: 4.4k

Fem!Reader x Rafe Cameron

The bruises and marks started appearing when you were four, your mother always told you stories about your early childhood, when you’d come home with random bruises on your body that you didn’t understand. She knew you had a rare soulmate tie. Soulmate tie’s were kind of like dominant and recessive genes, odds are that if most of your family has a specific tie then you’d have it as well. But you didn’t. Your family had the tattoo tie-their soulmates had a random matching tattoo on their body, it was cute and spontaneous.

You just got whatever injury your soulmate did, and you felt their pain as well. The last person to have the pain tie in your family was your great-times five-grandmother on your father's side. The only reason you were even able to find that out is because your parents looked into public records, knowing that your family had been on the island for generations, going back and forth from being kooks to pogues. But with just your luck your family happened to be pogues.

But the upside to being a pogue was simple, no one cared about what you did, so you could do whatever you really wanted. Especially now that you were eighteen, sure you figured out how to pick up a few classes at a community college on the mainland, but during the summer you were still a pogue, throwing keggers, getting lost in the marsh, surfing, fighting with kooks, getting into some trouble with the law. However, you wouldn’t have things any other way.

“Wake up! Nap times over, we have to go to figure eight, Sarah wants us over” you groaned, Kiara shaking your shoulders while you laid on the pull out couch in the Chateau. You tried to shove her away from you but she grabbed your arm and almost dragged you off the couch, but you winced when she gripped your wrist, not realizing a new bruise was there.

“Holy shit where’d you get that” you sighed, sitting up and examining your arm while she grabbed your shirt from the table. You winced when you applied slight pressure to the mark, it wasn’t really a bruise, more of a burn, it was swelling, and you were in pain now that you were touching it.

The problem with the pain tie was sometimes you felt the marks forming, and other times you didn’t, but once they were there-they fucking hurt. The other downside to the pain tie was that it was attached to emotions. Pain and pleasure went hand in hand, so when your soulmate was experiencing large amounts of pleasure at once you felt all of it. Sometimes it happened when you were surfing and you’d fall off your board, other times it would happen in the middle of the night when you were trying to study or sleep.

“Honestly Kie, whoever my soulmate is, they’re a fucking idiot, this shit is a bike burn. Remember when I got one on my calf from JJ’s bike?” she nodded at you and sighed, walking to the bathroom, pulling out the first aid kid she bought for the guys, then proceeded to wrap your wrist, ignoring your wincing because the skin was raw.

Once she finished wrapping your wrist you put JJ’s grey long sleeve back on, adjusting your braids so they weren’t inside of the shirt then slipped back into your dirty vans. You brushed your exposed thighs off and stood up, going to the bathroom to wash the sleep out of your eyes and brush your teeth then followed Kiara to her car. You hated going to figure eight, mostly because you hated kooks. They were usually entitled and had their heads too far up their asses to understand what life was like on the other side of the island.

“Why are we going to see Sarah again?” she shrugged “something about her meeting her soulmate” you groaned, Sarah always thought she met her soulmate, stating that her skin would be tingling or she’d get butterflies and feel like ‘he was the one’. But she still had the handprint on her waist, every single time.

You leaned your head against the car door thinking about your parents, they met when they were sixteen-you were eighteen, they were utterly in love, even if life wasn’t the easiest for them, they still loved one another. You admired your parents, your mother told you that when they met your father was a highschool dropout, his parents being drug addicts, couch surfing on the cut. She met him at the station, her brother being arrested so she had to pick him up, and that’s when she saw your father.

Sitting in the cell with your father, the two of them making jokes about the cops. She said she didn’t like him at first, but your uncle took a liking to him. Inviting him over for one of your mothers famous home cooked meals. That night she saw your father shirtless, getting ready to fall asleep on their couch, when she spotted the tattoo on his lower right abdomen. It’s history from there. Your uncle took your father in, helping him turn his life around. You came five years later, the rest is history.

When the car parked in front of the Cameron estate you groaned, feeling your nostril start to burn, you recognized the burn-you did a bump once in the past, you hated the feeling of a coke high, so you never did it again. You squeezed your nose and groaned, Kiara looking at you and sighing.

“Another one?” you nodded your head, wiggling your nose, trying to get rid of the sensation. When you were okay you got out of the car, adjusting your shorts and following Kiara to the house, Sarah already opening the door and looking at the both of you excitedly.

“Sarah, please tell me this isn’t a false alarm, I was in the middle of the best nap of my life” she grabbed your wrist and Kiara’s wrists, dragging you behind her, ignoring your protests until you ripped your arm out of her grip, your face scrunching up in pain while you rapidly shook your arm. “Shit I’m sorry! I got so excited, I didn’t even realize” she looked at your arm then back at your face. Walking towards the kitchen, you followed her and kie.

She grabbed you a bag of frozen peas, handing it to you and you placed it on your wrist. The three of you sat at the kitchen island and she smiled excitedly. Then she lifted her shirt showing that the mark was gone. You furrowed your brows then looked at Kie, her mouth was open in shock.

“It’s John B!” you started blinking rapidly at her, brows furrowed and your mouth kept opening and closing. Kiara had the same reaction. “Can you two say something! I know he’s your best friend and all but I dunno, he’s never touched me there before, but when he did like I felt so many sparks and butterflies then look-” she turned to the side, moving her hair, you stared at the initials on her skin, still in shock.

“Holy shit” you nodded at Kiara’s reaction. You put your head on the island, still exhausted and mumbled an ‘mhm’ every now and then while Kiara and Sarah excitedly talked about Sarah’s new revelation. Then you felt it, the wave of arousal coating your skin, your eyes widening and you let out a slight whimper, your hand smacking the island. “It’s happening again huh?” you nodded your head at Kiara and excused yourself, walking to the upstairs bathroom-the downstairs ones were being renovated as per Rose’s request.

When the door was shut and the shower was on you groaned, banging on the door. You’d think a house this big would have multiple ensuites. “F-Fuck off” you rolled your eyes hearing Rafe’s voice and made your way to Sarah’s room, going into her bathroom and looking at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were glazed over, you needed some kind of relief and you felt your soulmate climbing up that ladder. You were frustrated so you turned the hot water on, knowing it would hurt, but you unwrapped your bandaged wrist then held it under the heat, clenching your jaw trying to sit through the pain.

When the arousal left your body you smirked, turning off the sink and gently dabbing your wrist, throwing away the bandages and making your way out of Sarah’s room, but when you heard her and Kiara coming up the stairs you leaned against the railing waiting for them. When the bathroom door opened down the hall you looked back to see Rafe run a hand through his wet hair, only in a pair of boxers, he smirked at you and you lifted your arm and flipped him off, not bothering to turn around.

But one thing he noticed about you was the mark on your wrist, his brows furrowed but he just walked into his room. It was probably nothing-maybe he was just high, but something about your inflamed red skin looked really familiar to him. He was irritated because his soulmate in combination with you ruined his shower moment. He was the only one that used that bathroom, so he didn’t expect to hear aggressive knocking on the door while he was halfway to his orgasm. Hell he was still frustrated, and the burning sensation from his wrist only pissed him off.

You smiled at Sarah and Kiara and walked back to Sarah's room, laying down on her bed but wincing when your wrist hit the comforter. “Sarah where’s the first aid kit?” “I think Rafe has it? Want me to go get it for you?” you shook your head, Rafe Cameron didn’t intimidate you, he was just a big asshole. You got off the bed and made your way to Rafe’s door, knocking four times waiting for him to open it.

When he did you were engulfed with the smell of his body wash and cologne, he was still shirtless but he had a pair of shorts on now. He looked at you, raising a brow. “Is there something I can do for you” his eyes trailed your body and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the slight arousal you felt, it was hard to deny the fact that while Rafe didn’t intimidate you, he turned you on.

“I need the first aid kit” “why?” “stop asking questions” he scoffed walking into the room motioning for you to follow him. You rolled your eyes walking in, lifting yourself up and sitting on top of his dresser, swinging your legs watching him search through his shit to find the first aid kit. “Why exactly do you need this shit?” he looked back at you, frustrated that he couldn't find it. “My soulmate tie is the pain one, so now i have a fat ass burn on my wrist that I may or may not have inflamed to get my way, now i need something to wrap it in” he stopped searching, dropping what was in his hand and slowly turned to look at you.

“What did you just say?” “can you not hear?” he walked over to you, his stare was intense and you bit your lip. He stood in front of you and you were confused-somewhat turned on-but confused. When he grabbed your wrist and looked down at it he let out a deep breath then looked up at your face.

“Why the fuck are you turned on right now?” your eyes widened at him, he was probably just fucking with you. “Excuse me” he got closer to you, leaning in, letting go of your wrist and placing his hands on your exposed thighs which made you blush. “It’s nice to meet you, soulmate” you shoved him back and pointed a finger at him “stop fucking with me Cameron” he rolled his eyes and lifted his wrist up, you looked at it then looked down at your own, eyes glancing back and forth.

“Oh fuck me” he shrugged “I will if you want, I mean you’re pretty horny right now.” you scoffed “Shut the hell up, this shit can’t be right” he raised a brow then decided it was a great idea to push a finger down onto his wrist, ignoring the pain but you winced “ok fuck, ok you’re right ow” “huh it’s almost like when I was showering that shit hurt too” you scoffed at him “Yeah I’m so sorry I fucked up you beating your dick, y’know feeling like I’m about to cum when I’m trying to spend time with my friends isn’t really ideal.”

He laughed at your statement, still looking at you. You rolled your eyes. “Get me the fucking first aid kit.” he licked his lips, looking you up and down, he’d wondered what his soulmate would be like for a while, he remembered being a kid getting random bruises and cuts, you were a klutz-always have been. But he knew he wasn’t exactly perfect either, between the constant fights, the sex, and the bumps. His brows furrowed and he looked at you, getting closer to you again, ignoring the grimace on your face.

“Can you feel it when I’m fucking? Because I sure as hell can feel it when you are” you shoved him back. “Stop being perverted and get me what I asked for Rafe” he smirked again, he felt it, he knew you were turned on, and truth be told you were turning him on. He never knew how to feel about you, you were a pogue, and he hated your friends. Then his little sister decided to get involved with your friend group even more, bringing you and Kiara around the house, trying to stop him from picking fights with the pogues. But you, you were a firecracker, always the first person to cuss him out, or tell him to fuck off. Plus he’d seen you pick fights with other kooks, and he’d seen you get arrested a few times.

He liked your attitude, he thought it was hot, he thought you were hot. You also had an innocent glow to you-that turned him on the most-the thought of you screaming his name under him, or letting him fuck your face, or choking you, making you watch in the mirror while he fucked you. You had to be one of the most attractive girls on the island, and he knew guys that were killing to get into your pants. His eyes trailed down your figure, you were blushing feeling his arousal through the tie.

“Stop that” his eyes met yours again “Stop what baby?” “That, jesus stop, think about your grandma or something,” he smirked, knowing it was getting to you. But for the record he wouldn’t have been as turned on if you didn’t start things up. He bit his lip thinking of all the times he’d randomly feel you turned on, or when he’d feel you on the brink of an orgasm, the pleasure and arousal overwhelming you-and him. Once he’d felt you having sex while he was at a charity event for his father, having to leave early because he felt like his skin was on fire.

“Who would’ve thought? You, the one who acts like she’s appalled by sex, is actually getting ruined every weekend. So who ya fuckin? Is it Maybank?” your eyes widened and you shoved him again. The thought of having sex with JJ mildly disgusted you, he’d been your bestfriend since the second grade, you’d never think of him that way, and part of you was positive he had a thing for Pope, but that was another story for another day.

“It’s none of your concern who I choose to sleep with, and for the record it’s not JJ. Ew-please think about anyone else, or anything else, I’m uncomfortable. Rafe” his name came out as a slight whimper, you were shifting trying to get comfortable and trying to ignore the arousal pooling throughout your body. People always say that being with your soulmate only intensified your feelings and emotions, and right now you felt like you were on the verge of tears. You’d never been more sexually frustrated in your life.

When you tried to get off the dresser his hands rested on your thighs again, you stared down at them, then looked back up at him. “Rafe.” “Y/n.” when his thumbs started rubbing your thighs slightly you let out another whimper, you realized that there was no point in trying to leave, you needed relief, and you needed it from Rafe.

“Tell me what you want me to do baby.” you finally made eye contact with him, your breathing picked up and you placed your hand on the side of his face, pulling him in and connecting your lips. His hands moved from your thighs, one was on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, and the other gripped your ass, pulling you closer to him. His lips were softer than you expected, but the kiss was rough and needy, everything was intensified because of the bond, you found yourself moaning into his mouth, your free hand gripping his damp hair. The two of you were fighting for dominance and you were somehow winning-or at least you thought you were until his grip on your ass tightened and you moaned, he took advantage of that and took control of the kiss.

When you pulled apart you were slightly out of breath, biting your lip, wanting nothing more than for him to ruin you. You shoved him back slightly, then took off the shirt, throwing it on the floor, he smirked watching you, his lips found your neck, listening to your whimpers while he sucked and nipped marks into your skin. When he slightly sunk his teeth into your skin you pulled his hair and moaned his name.

He pulled back, looking at you, examining your face, the smirk that settled on your lips, your hooded eyes, and the light flush covering your skin. “How much shit are you into” “Make me cum and I’ll let you know” your boldness caught him off guard but he nodded his head, his hands on the waistband to your shorts, pulling them down, helping you shimmy out of them, he watched you spread your legs, then take the bralette off, looking at him.

You watched him look at your center, your inner thighs were soaked, your center was glistening, and you were dripping onto the dresser. “Holy shit, look at you” He slapped your center, making you moan. you licked your lips, trailing your hand between your legs, spreading your lips slightly, then rubbing your own clit. You needed relief, and him standing there wasn’t helping you. You watched him blink rapidly and swallow hard, he was overwhelmed by your pleasure.

“Rafe-oh fuck-Rafe” you moaned his name while he watched, before you realized what was happening he lifted you up, bringing you to his bed, dropping you on the edge and his head was between your thighs, licking your slit a few times before focusing on your clit. Your hands gripped his hair and you felt your toes curl at the sensation. He rolled the sensitive bundle between his teeth and you almost screamed his name, biting the moans back. Feeling him tease your entrance with two fingers, you were on the verge of begging.

“C’mon baby, tell me what you want.” He looked up at you, watching your exposed chest rapidly rise and fall, your free hand gripping his sheets the other still in his hair. “F-fuck, Rafe-please-fuck-your fing-fingers” he smirked, his mouth back on your clit and two of his fingers slipping into your center, you moaned at the sensation, feeling them slightly stretch you out. Then he curved them, brushing against your g-spot, making your grip on his hair tighten.

“You taste so good baby, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to ruin you” you nodded your head, moaning his name and cussing under your breath. When you felt yourself about to cum he started moaning into your center, his fingers speeding up and pushing you over the edge. Your back arched and you couldn’t control the loud moans that left your mouth. You’d never had an orgasm like that, you felt like Rafe was taking your soul from your body.

He stood up and smirked down at you “So you gonna tell me what you’re into now?” you were slightly out of breath, still recovering from the orgasm, but he was more aroused than ever. You looked at him, taking your time to trail your eyes along his figure, stopping at the tent in his shorts, then moving back up to his face, his chin and mouth still covered in your wetness. The sight turned you on more than you thought.

“I like being told what to do” he bit his lip, he wanted to fuck your face, but he would save that for a different time. “Get up” you did as told, watching him lay on the bed, he smirked at you and motioned for you to get on top of him, you found yourself straddling him, grinding against his clothed core, kissing his neck, nipping and sucking on the skin. You started grinding faster, the friction from his core making you moan into his neck.

“Ride me.” you nodded your head, shifting, pulling his shorts down, your mouth watering at the sight of him. He was thick, long, veiny, the tip was somewhat red, leaking precum, you bit your lip looking at him. You shifted forward, teasing yourself against him, grinding back and forth along the shaft, your juices coating him. He grabbed your ass, giving it a rough slap “stop teasing me” his tone made your mouth water more, you gripped him, lining the tip up with your entrance and sunk down on him in a swift motion. His name falling from your lips at the feeling of him filling you to the brim.

The amount of pleasure that overwhelmed you was enough to make you cum again, you were feeling what he felt, the sensation was overstimulating, but you loved every second of it. You leaned back, resting your arms on his legs and starting lifting yourself off of him, only sinking back down when he was almost out of you. His moans motivated you to keep going, you usually hated being on top, but with Rafe it was different. He watched you bounce up and down on his cock, he moaned at the sight of your bodies meeting, and he was in a state of bliss.

When you felt your legs start to tremble you tried to push through, but he noticed, his hands gripped your waist and he started thrusting into you, you needed a release, you moved one of your hands and started rubbing fast circles into your clit while meeting his thrusts, it only took a few more thrusts to send you over the edge, your eyes rolled back but his “Well shit, she’s a squirter too” made you come down from your high, looking down at him, seeing his smirk and his chest glistening in your release.

“Hands and knees baby, we’re not done” you nodded at him, he helped lift you off of him, then you laid on the bed, wanting to sleep, but when he landed another rough slap to your ass you did as told, getting on your hands and knees, feeling him grip your hips, then bottoming out in you, you moaned his name and gripped the sheets, his hand made its way to your neck, pulling you back against his chest, your head leaned back onto his shoulder while he pounded into you.

“You’re taking my cock so well, baby you’re so tight” one of your hands gripped his forearm and the other reached back to grip his hair. “Rafe-please-fuck” he smirked, kissing the side of your face, it felt intimate-even in this rough moment. Your breathing was heavy and you felt yourself on the brink of another orgasm. “I’m so close-please-I’m so fu-fucking close” he smirked, you didn’t know his thrusts could get any faster but they did and he was making you see stars. You felt the coil in your stomach pop and your vision blurred while you whimpered his name. He kept thrusting, pushing you through your orgasm then hitting his, and it was like another wave of pleasure washed over you.

When he pulled out of you he laid you down on his bed, you were out of breath and by now you’d forgotten why you even came to his room in the first place. He laughed at you sprawled out on his bed, he used the shorts he was wearing to clean you up and laid right next to you, pulling the sheet over the both of you. You were laying on your stomach, your head turned towards him and he was laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“So why’d you decide to come over here today?” you groaned not wanting to talk, your body was exhausted. He turned to face you, waiting for your response. Taking time to admire your fucked-out appearance. “You’re beautiful, y’know”

“Don’t compliment me right now, I’m trying to recover” he raised a brow “do you have a praise kink?” you shushed him and shoved his shoulder. “I came over because your sister met her soulmate-who happens to be my best friend. But apparently I got fucked by my soulmate, so I guess it was a productive trip”

He laughed at your sarcastic tone, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips.

“What was that for?” “we’re soulmates” you laughed at him.

“Sex isn’t gonna make us automatically fall in love, honestly Rafe, you have a lot to work on, and we’re gonna start with the whole coke thing, that shit burns, and also I don’t wanna know where you got the bike burn from” he laughed at you then furrowed his brows.

“Did you just say we’re?” you nodded your head, shifting so that you were resting your head on his chest. He smiled once you settled down on him.

“We’re soulmates, and I wanna help you if I can. I mean the universe shoved us together for a reason right?” his response was kissing your forehead.

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Fic Writer Questions!

@oddsocksandstuff tagged me in this, thank you so much, sweetie! ❤️

1) How many works do you have on AO3? I’ve got 40 so far (of which 25 are SPN fics). There’s more to come!

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 486,667, apparently. That tells me each of my fics has an average wordcount of 12,166.675… Seems about right. I was never any good at keeping things short.

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Uhh… On AO3 I’ve written for Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, X-men (Cherik) and McFassy (James McAvoy/Michael Fassbender). But I’ve written a lot when I was younger that has never made it online, including NCIS, Pirates of the Caribbean, and lots of weird one-shorts starring everyone from Michael J. Fox to Kevin Sorbo from “Hercules: The Legendary Journeys”. 🤨

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? “A Lesson to be Taught” – an SPN Wincest pwp fic where a dominant Dean fucks (and spanks) Sam and they discover that Dean apparently has a daddy!kink. Comes with a photo manipulation too! There be dick.

“Taking Game” – a semi-dark medieval Cherik (Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr from X-men) AU. Basically, Charles is a poacher hunting on king Erik’s land to his great dismay. And so, he’s captured and gets the choice between losing his life or serving the king for a bit… Dubcon and smut ensues. “Only Like This” – a little SPN Wincest dub-con fic about hopelessly pining Dean doping Sam just so he can touch and kiss his oblivious little brother. It’s okay. Sam won’t remember when he comes to. “It’s Only Carnal” – A dark SPN Wincest noncon fic where soulless!Sam needs to blow off some steam. And when it comes to carnal activities his brother isn’t exactly a novice – so why not use Dean’s body to make them both feel good? “Demonized” – a long and dark af SPN noncon fic written in collaboration with the awesome @palishere. Sam is captured by some nasty demons who use him to lure in his brother. At first it seems the demonic scumbags are just really perverted and have a weakness for sexual torture, but they turn out to have ulterior motives…

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes, always. I think it can be a bit demotivating for a reader to leave a comment and get zero response – and so, they might not bother to comment on the next fic. At least, that’s how I feel personally. And besides, I really want to let readers know that I appreciate them taking the time and effort to actually tell me what they think.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oufff… Seriously? How can I possibly pick just one when 99.8 percent of my fics are not only dark af but have gut-wrenching ambiguous endings as well? I, err… I’m gonna have to think really hard about this one, hold on… *Insert buzzing cicada sound*… Uhh… Well, I guess it might be… “Play or Pay” – a dark female!reader-insert Wincest fic where demon!Dean has you and Sam trapped somewhere underground. Sam ends up being on the receiving end of the demon’s cruelty when he tries to save you. Using Dean’s body the demon ends up raping Sam while the reader tries to escape to get help... There’s a little twist in the end. Loads of dead dove here, including death (not Dean or Sam). “The Orange Hour” – where undercover inmate!Dean has to rape CO!Sam in order to save both of their lives and get them out of the jail in one piece. It doesn’t go completely as planned. (Comes with an nsfw photo manipulation). “Demonized” – loads of bottom!Sam torture, full of hurt and absolutely no comfort... It’s just… I dunno, I think I and @palishere had a collective meltdown in the noncon and angst department. Sorrynotsorry.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? Nope, I’ve never in my life written a crossover. Usually, I’m too laser-focused on 1 obsession at a time. I can’t multitask, okay?

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes, the fandom purity police has visited me on AO3. The usual self-proclaimed know-it-alls vomiting their bullshit all over the comment section about how “problematic” noncon is and how “sick” I must be. I thought about moderating comments for a while, actually – but I just deleted their follow-up comments until they left me alone. 😤

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes!! Gimme! Usually, I write noncon smut or just good ol’ pwps that feature some sort of dominance. That’s it. That’s my jam. In general, the only smut I don’t write is the cute, fluffy, feel-good, cuddly stuff… My smut’s usually pretty rough and/or some sort of dub/noncon.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. Someone stole “It’s Only Carnal” and posted it as her own on some Portuguese fanfiction site. She even replied to comments, answered questions and talked about how much she loved writing it, etc… Luckily a sweet mutual on Tumblr let me know about it and I reported her for plagiarism. The stolen fic was taken down shortly after and the account deleted. Goddamn thief. 😡

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. Honestly, I can’t remember which fic(s). But people have contacted me on AO3 and asked for permission to translate my stuff into Chinese. I have - of course - happily allowed them to. It’s such an awesome compliment to get, I think!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, 2. “Demonized” and the fluffy Ficfacers prompt fic “The Masks We Wear” starring Sam and Dean taking their pranks a step too far. Basically, the brothers get angry with each other and they need to talk it out… No smut in this one, can you believe it?!! But that was kinda the prompt we received. The prompt was literally: “Sam and fluff”. Anyways, both fics are co-written with the lovely @palishere. You can find her AO3 here. 😊

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? Wincest!!! Definitely. Gimme all the brotherfucking, please. No contest. And coming in on second place I guess there’s Samifer – never paired consensually, though. I just love Lucifer messing with Sam’s head and torturing him in all kinds of cruel ways.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Oh, that’s a mean question… I have a noncon WIP where Sam and Dean are in prison. I wrote a whole story outline, gathered my own little dictionary of prison slang, etc… But I never made it past page 10 or something. Sam was supposed to get jumped by a gang of inmates and then Dean was supposed to helplessly watch from the sideline, offering to trade places if they’d just leave his little brother alone… And after that it’s all about a mix of healing and vengeance… But the story has been lying on the shelf for more than a year and I doubt I’ll ever continue it. Oh, wait! I almost forgot – I have a long Cherik WIP sequel to “To Have and to Hold”! Just checked, its wordcount is 18,729! Holy crap…. What a waste, huh? But I honestly don’t think I’ll ever finish it, because I’m not into Cherik anymore. That ship has kinda sunk for me…. So, now I’m hyperfixating on Supernatural, yeah?

16) What are your writing strengths? Description, I think. I just love details and setting the mood. I like to think I’m pretty good at writing in English too even though it isn’t my native language… I wish to be better and expand my vocabulary but I’m doing okay nonetheless.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? Description, I think. Yes, you read correctly. I often describe things TOO much. Sometimes to the extent where the pacing gets so slowed down that I feel like the scene loses its ‘feel’. I don’t know if it’s just in my head, but that’s my major concern about my writing. That and my signature ambiguous endings, lol.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Love it. It can be difficult to pull off, but if you get it right it can be magical. Just don’t overdo it and make sure that the reader can follow. I don’t think I have any fics online where I do it, but I’m not a complete stranger to it either.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for? Ack, my poor brain trying to go back to when I was friggin’ 13… You know how many years ago that was?! 25!!! Okay!? *Huffs*…. Anyway, I THINK it might’ve been Keanu Reeves’ character in “Johnny Mnemonic”. Or maybe David James Elliott’s character as Harmon Rabb in the early seasons of “JAG”. I dunno. Either way this question makes me feel really old and I don’t appreciate it. Don’t @ me. 😅

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? That’s probably a tie between “The Orange Hour” and “It’s Only Carnal”. They’ve both got nice pacing and that’s my biggest challenge, I think. Also, I love the whole Morse code thing in “The Orange Hour”. I don’t even know what happened or how I came up with it, but hey, I can surprise myself if I want to, I guess! And of course there’s the smutty noncon and all of the hurt… So, those two fics are my personal faves. 😏

I’ll tag @jackandthesoulmates, @pinkoptics, @palishere, @wrenseroticlibrary, @decadent-prince, @negans-lucille-tblr, @juinae and @impala-dreamer and everyone else who feels like doing it! Feel free to ignore, of course.

#dee answers #fanfiction questions #personal

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bl597 · 4 years

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Heya! Could you do two separate stories with a hufflepuff female reader with Cedric it’s where the reader is on her period and is in a lot a pain and such and she’s not feeling well enough to go to classes and Cedric stays with her and it’s just a whole bunch of fluff Fluff FLUFF!! I just love fluff!!! XD and it’s really cute and adorable? Oh and can you make it nice and long I like my stories long 😅 Can’t wait to see it I know it will be amazing take as long as you need!

warnings: fluffy as hell yay, fem!hufflepuff!reader, ced being the bestest boyfriend ever, it's kinda short (IM SO SORRY BABE I CAN REDO IT IF YOU WANT TO PLESE LET ME KNOW!!!) it took me like reaaaallyyy long and I'm really really really sorry for it sweetheart!! english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes! requests are closed!!

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It was a lovely spring morning; the sun was shining beautifully and warming everything and everyone just the right way, the flowers had bloomed and were now adorning the Hogwarts' gardens and there were a few students happily chatting with their housemates about their next classes.

You would find it the most perfect morning you've witnessed if it wasn't for one little problem: you were on your period and the cramps were killing you.

You woke up feeling like a Mountain Troll was hitting its stick on your tummy repeatedly. You even thought of skipping class because of the pain, but you decided against it.

The pain would go away sooner or later, and you could not afford to skip classes, especially Potions; your N.E.W.Ts were due to a few months, and your Potions skills weren't exactly the best.

You and your fellow Hufflepuff classmates were leaving the dungeons and heading to the Greenhouse, where you were having Herbology class.

"You alright, baby?" Cedric's gentle voice brought you back to reality and you looked up at him, giving him a half smile.

"Yeah" you nodded quietly, squeezing his hand as you two entered the Greenhouse.

The truth is: the pain still hasn't gone away and you still felt as if your tummy was being hitten by a Troll. But you could take it and watch the class, right? It's not like you could actually die because of it, right..?

The class was nice and you almost even forgot about the pain. You were changing the Bubotober's vase when you felt your stomach hurt so bad you almost dropped the plant.

You quickly put it back and held the wooden table in front of you so you wouldn't fall, closing your eyes tightly and silently praying that the pain could go away fastly and that nobody noticed your sudden behaviour.

Well, lucky definitely was not on your side this morning and someone did notice it. The worst part ever is: it was Cedric, your boyfriend, who was right beside you.

He turned his head almost immediately when you gripped the table as if your life depended on it and you prepared yourself for having to hear him insisting that you needed to go to the Hospital Wing and see Madam Pomfrey, something that you were trying to avoid ever since you woke up earlier that morning.

Don't get me wrong, you loved Cedric and the way he always cared about you, you really did, but he could be a little too much sometimes. He was always protective over you, even when you were just friends, and sometimes treated you like a child, especially when you were sick.

"Love? What happened?" he asked, worry very present in his voice. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Ced" you replied weakly, giving him a small smile and hoping he would believe.

By his serious expression, he definitely did not believe in it. He shook his head, lips in a thin line as he put his material aside, turning to you with a gentle smile and kissing your forehead. "Wait a sec, princess" he said before heading to where Professor Sprout was.

You tried to stop him and tell him you were fine, but the sharp pain on your lower belly told another completley different story, so you just let him go.

About a minute or two later, he came back and helped you get your things before getting his as well and taking your hand, gently leaving the Greenhouse with you.

"What are you feeling? The truth this time, please" he asked while you two walked around the corridors, trying to find the Hospital Wing.

"It's just some really bad cramps, no need to worry about it, prince" you replied. "Sorry for not telling you, I just didn't want you to worry about something so silly"

"Hey" he stopped walking and turned around to face you, placing a soft kiss on your nose and caressing your cheek "If it's hurting you, then it's not silly. And you would never bother me, okay? Just let me know when you're hurt or in pain and I'll do my best to help you, okay?"

"Okay" You nodded, smiling sweetly at him and kissing his hand as you two started walking again.

You arrived at the Hospital Wing a very few minutes later and Cedric told Madam Pomfrey that you two were dismissed by professor Sprout so you could take a potion to stop the pain.

She told you two to sit down while she looked for the right potion, and you did. Cedric sat down with you while you waited, massaging your belly so the pain would go away.

"Take this, Miss (Y/l/n), and you'll fell better in an hour" said Madam Pomfrey, handing you a small light green bottle with a gentle smile.

You thanked her and drank the whole potion at once, shrugging as the bitter taste of it invaded your mouth.

It was the second worst thing you ever tasted – the first one was an ear wax flavoured bean you were not so lucky to get when you bought a Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans box.

"How are you feeling, love?" Cedric asked when Madam Pomfrey left to take care of a first year who broke his wrist on Flying class.

"Better" you answered, kissing his cheek sweetly and laying your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for taking care of me"

"Totally my pleasure, lovely" he booped your nose and fixed your yellow and black tie before wrapping his arm around your body.

You spent the rest of the just talking and joking, laughing loudly until Madam Pomfrey practically kicked you two out of the Hospital Wing because you were disturbing the other students.

"We should go to lunch now and then we can cuddle later, how does that sound, sunflower?" he asked as you headed to the Great Hall, holding hands.

"Sounds fantastic, my prince"

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harumiyabedo · 3 years

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how genshin impact characters would react to the traveler making matching bracelets ^ - ^

heya! this is my first time making stories for genshin so i’m sorry if some of them are ooc and ahjdhahs my english is terrible so i hope u don’t mind and enjoy <3 [ also if there are some mistakes feel free to comment!! ] repost!!

ganyu, hu tao, venti, albedo

ganyu

first of all let me just.. she’s very sweet. we all know how she overworks herself :(

traveler would collect qingxin flower just for the sake of qilin matching bracelets

paimon would also nag about how tiring it is to climb up these mountains to get them

the traveler would pretty much make the bracelets whenever she’s busy or far away from them

of course, SHE WILL MORE LIKELY FEEL SUS ABOUT THE TRAVELER..ok jk uhm yes i think she would be confused on why you’re staying away from her

PLS I CANT EVEN IMAGINE HOW SWEET SHE WOULD ASK THE TRAVELER “traveler, i don’t know how to say this but i’ve been meaning to talk to you, did i do something wrong?”

traveler would panik because of how they worried her on hiding something from her

“ah no! don’t worry ganyu we just had to collect some materials” paimon would help you out to reassure her that she did nothing wrong

“oh i thought i did something wrong, do you want me to help you out? since i’m on a break” she would hesitantly ask you

of course, you didn’t want her to feel sad and invited her to join you go watch the view near the mountains in mt. tianheng

while waiting for the sun to set itself you decided it’s time for her to know

“ganyu!! we want to show you something!” paimon’s loud voice echoes to her ears

paimon covers her eyes, trying her best to cover her sight, as you attach her bracelet in her wrists

“okay! i hope you like this~” paimon says

i could imagine some litol smol tears she’s holding, she never received these kinds of gifts from someone so it would be special

“i- didn’t expect you to make this for me traveler, it looks pretty.” smiling through her happy eyes “and yummy” out of nowhere she says that

you would laugh at how cute she’s stopping herself from eating the flowers, since it’s a ‘special’ gift from you.

hu tao

HELLO?! to one of the most energetic person we’ve known! hu tao hehe

actually it’s very tricky to make secret gifts for her!! since she would probably follow you and paimon withouth you knowing

so..you definitely hide from her very very far away after collecting some silk flowers, hoping ningguang doesn’t mind

after collecting some of the flowers both you and paimon travel again to mondstadt near windrise

“do you think she wouldn’t follow us here?” paimon asks curiously as she piles out the flowers you both collected

you shake your head reassuring paimon they wouldn’t know

it took a few hours for you to finish it nice and neatly and of course you needed some rest since it’s almost night time

the next day you and paimon would traveler back again in liyue to find hu tao

“HU TAOO!! WHERE ARE YOU” paimon screaming again loudly, her words echoing through wuwang hill

since she would probably stay there mostly, to bury or even scare some people

it would probably take you both a few minutes to find her just sitting near the cliff watching the view

“HU TAO!! THERE YOU ARE!” paimon calls out her name

“hehehe.. what brings you here traveler!” she asks curiously

actually at this point i know she would act confused but she definitely know about the activity you did with paimon

approaching her with a small gift box for her, with a neatly tied ribbon made out of vines to make it more nature ish? i guess

she would open it immediately and look at it for a few seconds before she realizes its a flower bracelet

wearing it immediately and showing out her wrist to let you know it looks good on her!

of course she doesn’t want you to be sad because she already knows about it and shows you how happy she is with the bracelet

you both would sit down together and wait for the sun to set with her ghost scaring the shit out of paimon

venti

another person we all love! collecting cecilia’s would be a little hard since venti would be performing their harp again with the winds

but not to worry! i can definitely assure they would be staying in windrise

let me just tell you how cecilias also look vv pretty.. just imagine how the wind breeze would flow through your hairs while collecting cecilias

“traveler! paimon! i didn’t expect you both to be in here~” venti calls out your attention

paimon: panik traveler: visible panik

“OH! we were just staying here for some wind” paimon says

“hmm i see, well you wouldn’t mind if i accompany you?”

you both nod without even hesitating

WELL THAT DIDNT WORK OUT BUT! you don’t give up and continue collecting them for a few days

connecting both stems of the flower itself, and the outcome a pretty cecilia bracelet!

now the problem is looking for venti

it would be confusing because they would be in windrise, stormterror’s lair and starsnatch cliff

so you decide to go to windrise and surprisingly there they are, using the harp performing again to the winds

“venti!! we have something to show you!” paimon excitedly calls out their name to inform them

“oya? what is it! come on come on i’m thrilled to know” they say

you tie the bracelet on their wrist showing them you have matching bracelets

“traveler.. this looks pretty!!” touching the petals

“but it could be nice if we tried making apple bracelets!”

well i’m expecting them to say that so 😋

in return they would perform some songs to help you all relax under the tree, watching the leaves dancing softly

paimon would also talk about how funny it is to make the flowers

“you could’ve told me so! i would just act like i don’t know anything” venti would make a joke out of it

it all ends up watching the skies together raising your arms to see the bracelets

in which you and paimon would doze off.

albedo

HELLO IM A SIMP FOR HIM HEHE but anywho, he has the same flower as venti but don’t worry it won’t be that difficult to collect since he would be staying in dragonspine again doing some experiments

“albedo! we’re gonna head out for a bit to get some food” you wave and bid goodbye to get some “food” but it’s actually the flowers

albedo would smile at the view and decide to take a rest and sketch out something

while sketching out, you and paimon still collecting the flowers would make them near the cliffs so that it wouldn’t be hard to make them

albedo sketches both you and paimon with klee bombing👹 the fishes and he would laugh at the picture he imagined

sir. i love u, ANYWAYS MOVING ON

on your way back to the lab is F R E E Z I NG so don’t worry you’ll definitely speedrun your way to the lab

panting your breaths and finally arriving at the lab

“paimon! traveler! i see that you both have arrived.. why are you both panting so hard.” he would suspiciously ask you both

“well if you didn’t have your lab here in a freezing mountain” angy paimon

“haha i’m sorry, come on i’ll help you out” and YOU DEFINITELY WOULD LOVE TO ACCEPT IT BCS WHY NOT 😍

settling yourself near the fire and wearing the coats tightly because of how cold it is

“where’s the food?” out of nowhere he asks

oh no.

panik again yes ofc we love that

“well we kinda uhh.. ATE IT AND FORGOT TO BUY SOME FOR YOU haha..” paimon jokes

albedo’s mind rn: hmm sus

you couldn’t take it anymore and show him the bracelets you made

“hEY! I THOUGH WE WERE SUPPOSED TO SURP-“ covering paimons mouth

smiling through the embarrassment, but that’s ok bcs he would gladly accept it and wear it himself

“this looks pretty traveler, when did you make it” he asks while investigating it the petals and stems curious on how you tied it perfectly

and you tell him how all of it went out

“well i didn’t know you would be so good at this, i’m gonna keep this and wear it while i’m here in the lab” he smiles and pats your head

SIR PLS DJNSDJBSH HEHE

he would also show you his sketch while waiting for you both.

“well we kinda uhh.. ATE IT AND FORGOT TO BUY SOME FOR YOU haha..” paimon jokes

albedo’s mind rn: hmm sus

you couldn’t take it anymore and show him the bracelets you made

“hEY! I THOUGH WE WERE SUPPOSED TO SURP-“ covering paimons mouth

smiling through the embarrassment, but that’s ok bcs he would gladly accept it and wear it himself

“this looks pretty traveler, when did you make it” he asks while investigating it the petals and stems curious on how you tied it perfectly

and you tell him how all of it went out

“well i didn’t know you would be so good at this, i’m gonna keep this and wear it while i’m here in the lab” he smiles and pats your head

SIR PLS DJNSDJBSH HEHE

he would also show you his sketch while waiting for you both.

hello!! thank you for reaching here in the end! i don’t know if i did good or no but hopefully i did some ok i guess, i think most of them are ooc but thank you for reading <3

#genshin impact #genshin albedo #genshin imagines #genshin impact fluff #genshin hu tao #genshin venti #genshin ganyu

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egcdeath · 3 years

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a date with destiny

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: fate brings you to a... questionable man more than a few times.

warnings: lots of fluff, enemies/strangers to lovers, kind of cringe

a/n: i swear my new thing is poorly writing every played out fanfic trope on the planet, i'm so sorry guys. maybe hallmark can hire me to write a few movies for them

You definitely could’ve avoided this situation if you didn’t wait for the weekend before Christmas to go shopping for your family’s presents.

You had no idea why your time management had to be so bad, but in the midst of working way too many hours in an effort to get promoted, you had completely forgotten about the fact that Christmas was literally right around the corner. And to make it worse, you had a flight tomorrow that you’d also forgotten about.

You sulked to yourself while walking around Nordstrom, waiting for inspiration to strike you for a semi-decent gift for your mother. The whole world seemed to be out that day, and you watched a plethora of shoppers pass you by, with their sour faces and unruly children. After eventually deciding on a black winter sweater for your mom, you went on your way to the candle section, knowing exactly the brand and scent that your sister would love.

This candle was the definition of a non-negotiable for you, and had been the reason you came to a Nordstrom in the first place, and when you found it sitting on a shelf by itself in all of its glory, you had simply become transfixed.

As you walked toward the candle, you didn’t notice that another customer was going for it as well, leading both of your hands to land on the candle, the absurdity of the situation making you blush. This was just your luck.

“Oh, this is awkward,” you played off the encounter, then attempted to subtly pull the candle your way, and away from the man.

“Yeah, it kinda is.” The man whose hand was also placed on the candle said shortly, before attempting to pull the candle his way.

“Hey man, I’m kinda on a tight schedule, and I really need to get this like… right now. I have a flight in like.. An hour,” you exaggerated.

“That’s too bad, ‘cause I really need this candle too.”

You took a deep breath, only you would find yourself in this kind of situation. “To be fair, I definitely saw this candle first. I’m its rightful buyer,” You attempted.

“Mmm, I definitely had my eyes on it first, so with your logic, I deserve this candle.” The man narrowed his baby blue eyes, and put a hand on his hip.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, hoping that maybe if you acted dramatic enough, he’d leave you and your candle alone.

“Sweetheart, can you even afford this kind of thing? I’m sure your friends or family, or whoever the fuck you’re getting this for, would rather you not go into debt over a candle. Just let me have it,” he responded cooly, as if he hadn’t just called you poor to your face.

You looked at him with an open-mouthed expression, completely shocked at the nerve this man had. “Fuck you, you asshole!” You attempted to yank the candle out from his grip, and you could begin to tell that the man’s resolve was beginning to fall.

“Fine. Take the damn candle. But maybe you could give me a little gift in exchange, and go out with me sometime,” he offered, slipping his now free hand into the pocket of his tan peacoat.

You were honestly shocked by this whole exchange. How did he go from insulting you and calling you poor, to asking you on a date? Men are so weird, you thought to yourself. He really isn’t that bad looking, you also considered. “Eat shit, guy,” you told him before flipping him off, and walking away.

-----

Imagine your surprise when you saw the same man from the store sitting in a local Massachusetts restaurant, with whom you assumed were his family. With your sister sitting across from you, you couldn’t help but be gossipy and point him out.

You scoffed and leaned over to your sister once you saw him, “See that guy over there?” You whispered to her, gesturing your head in his general direction.

“Which one?” she asked. “There are like five guys. Are you talking about the dude with the goatee? That old dude with the grey hair? Y/N! I didn’t know you were a grave robber!” she giggled and poked your side while you rolled your eyes, “Or, are you talking about that sexy beast in the white sweater?”

“The se- the dude in the sweater-”

“Oh yeah, he’s pretty hot. You should go talk to him,” she began to scoot out of her seat.

“No, you idiot!” You whisper shouted to her. “That guy basically attacked me in the store the other day. And then, he had the nerve to ask me out on a date!”

He must’ve felt the two of you’s stare, as he turned around and gave you a brief surprised look, then a twisted smirk.

“Oh my god, Bea, act natural,” You whispered before turning your head so fast that you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

You brought a hand up to your face and rubbed your browline in a fit of embarrassment. You looked down, then began to shovel pasta into your mouth at an ungodly fast rate.

“Oh come on, Y/N, he’s cute. What did he say to you that was so bad that you turned down his hot ass?” She asked, glancing back over at the man who was still occasionally looking over at your table.

“It’s kinda a long story. I’ll tell you later,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the heat steadily growing on your cheeks.

Beatrice shrugged, and a waiter approached your table.

“Ma’am, the man over there wanted me to give this to you,” he said before awkwardly placing a glass of white wine in front of you, along with a ripped napkin with a note and number.

We started off on the wrong foot, give me a call sometime?

Ransom

XXX-XXX-XXXX

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You looked at the note for so long, that it would’ve been better off being tattooed on the back of your eyelids.

“Just text him, Y/N,” your sister told you, her sentence a bit muffled by the toothbrush dangling from her mouth.

“He really seems like a dick,” you groaned, before rolling onto your back and throwing an arm over your eyes. Your sister rinsed out her mouth in the ensuite before returning with some advice.

“Well, he’s hot. Maybe you can bring him as a date to the Holiday party or something,” she stated before sitting down on the foot of your bed. “What’s the worst that could happen, Y/N? If he hurts your feelings, you can throw a hot drink at him and walk away. At best, you get a hot piece of ass to be your boyfriend.” she squeezed your calf reassuringly.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed. “I’ll text him tomorrow.”

“That’s my girl!” Beatrice cheered, then placed a kiss on your forehead. “‘Night, Y/N,”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled before attempting to fall asleep.

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The funny thing about you, is that you were a master procrastinator. So after a day and a half, you’d put Ransom’s number into your phone, but had contemplated so many different opening texts, that you’d just completely given up. Besides, you had your parents’ holiday party to be attending and to be caring about.

You did some final touch ups of your makeup, before heading downstairs, and watching guests arrive from a safe spot in the kitchen.

Sometime after talking to about seven of your childhood friends, you felt a large hand press against the satin material of your short, red, tie-waisted dress.

“No way, girl I see everywhere?” The man who you know knew was Ransom, asked.

“It’s Y/N. Hi, Ransom,” you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back your laugh at the absurdity of it all, the fact that he was standing in your parents’ home, the fact that he was literally everywhere you went, and because you’d never in your life been called ‘The girl I see everywhere.’

“Why didn’t you ever call me? I mean, not even a text? Also, why are you following me everywhere?” He inquired, moving to stand in front of you.

“Well, I uh.. I forgot. Sorry, I’m a super busy woman. And I also live here... sometimes.. so if anyone is following anyone else, it’s you following me,” you tried to say this confidently, but something about Ransom really threw you off your game.

“You live here? No way. Is this like your family home?” He asked, and you nodded. “So our parents have been friends this whole time, and we had no idea.” He gestured to a doorway, where your mother and his were talking with flutes of champagne in hand.

“This just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

“Maybe, this is just fate. We’re meant to be together, and that’s why we keep seeing each other everywhere,” you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head when he said that to you, genuinely confused at why those words would come out of his mouth. “Oh, lighten up. I’m just kidding,” he said with a bemused smile.

“You have a weird sense of humor, Ransom.” You told him plainly, trying to act disinterested, though you were rather endeared. He definitely saw right through you, as he gave you a little grin before he began to speak again.

“So tell me about yourself.”

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After a few too many drinks, you were walking down the sidewalk, hand and hand with Ransom as you searched for any sort of restaurant that could be open at that hour.

Finally, you found a quaint and rather empty 24-hour diner with its lights on. The two of you sat down in a booth, and struggled to contain giggles as you sipped from mugs of stale, lukewarm coffee. Why you were giggling, you weren’t completely sure.

“You know what, Ransom, once you get over the asshole-ness, you’re not that bad,” you reached out a hand, and set it on top of Ransom’s, that was idly sitting on the table.

“Wow, thanks,” he chuckled, a dark pink dusting his cheeks.

“Why did we even come here?” You groaned, “No offense, but this coffee tastes like ass,” you whined,

“And how do you know what ass tastes like?” Ransom burst out giggling at this.

“Shut up. Are you twelve?” You pretended to be annoyed with him, before giving in and laughing along with him. “Can you take me home?” You asked with puppy dog eyes.

Apparently, one for the dramatics, Ransom tossed a $50 bill onto the table, then stood up from his seat at the booth to swoop you up in a bridal style.

“Ohhh my god,” you slurred as he carried you out the door, then eventually set you back down on the pavement once he became tired.

-----

While you walked up to your doorstep, Ransom stood on the sidewalk, watching you contentedly. As you got to your door and turned around, he gave you a big, goofy smile and a wave.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come in with me,” you invited. It was safe to say, Ransom happily obliged.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom thrombey x you #ransom thrombey x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #knives out fanfic #fluff #hey i wrote that lol

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wordsoflittlewisdom · 3 years

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Watching bop again

I kinda forgot Cass was at the roller derby game. Love how all the characters are connected

Why does Roman’s voice...sound like that

Boss Bitch is weirdly nostalgic now

I like that the whole roller derby team is wearing like. team jackets. and harleys got her whole fringe sleeves thing going on

YES LOVE WHEN SHE THROWS THE NECKLACE AWAY

The chemical plant blowing up as fireworks was a very Harley choice

“So I’ll start where I fucking want” four minutes ago

huntress huntress huntress huntress huntress

I read somewhere that this huntress and Montoya scene was one take and they just changed the lighting to show the change

romans middle name being beauvais is probably the clearest clue they could have given that he was from a rich family

Love that Renee finds the necklace and knows Harley and the joker broke up. I like this idea that superheroes/villains are kinda like celebrities in this world

The egg sandwich scene is great what more can I say

Love that there’re cars and people just living their lives in this city

It’s a crime that we never see Harley wear this glittery fanny pack

The music is really good in this

It’s neat how the line between her narration and her dialogue is blurred, like how she’ll say the first part of something in narration and the second part in dialogue

Huntress’s little flute theme

And Montoya knows Cass; c o n n e c t i o n s

Montoya’s been going after Roman, too

And now we’re flipping back to the bertinelli massacre and diamond

Even if the whole missing diamond plot isn’t that unique, everything’s woven together so neatly

And now Dinah and Renee are on the phone about Cass and the diamond

It’s all connected

Harleys whole “I’m here to report a terrible crime”—she could have just run in there but she wanted to be Dramatic

I do wish the vocals were a little louder here maybe?

Big fan of this fight choreography

Harley pausing on a frame where she’s making a weird face before rewinding to explain about the diamond—it’s so rare to ever get to see women like. making weird faces in movies. All the women in his this are gorgeous but they don’t always have to be; they look beat up after fights and get dirty and make weird faces and it’s great

Dinah singing? Exceptional

“Loans, liquidity, laundering” ah yes the three L’s of illegal business

I unironically listen to Black Canary’s man’s world.

I like that everyone just calls Dinah “Canary”

“I’m all on my lonesome. It’s great” Harleys even an unreliable narrator when she’s just talking

I’ve really never seen a movie that feel like it’s from the female gaze visually as much as this one—all the rings and earrings, the hair, the makeup, it feels like what women might fantasize about dressing like

Dinah yelling “you motherfucker!” While beating some creeps up is quality

What time of day is it? Dinah would probably be leaving early in the morning, but I Refuse to believe that Roman would be awake particularly early any morning

She either canary is leaving her nightclub singing gig in the late morning/early afternoon or roman is still awake from the night before and is going to go to sleep soon

Cass and Dinah in the same building. (Bernie voice): I am once again talking about the connections

I’ve riffed on this before but i refuse to believe that Roman can drive

This Dinah and Renee scene establishes character, backstories, and moves the plot along all at once

Jesus some of ewan mcgregor’s acting in this is painfully bad

I love that Cass has a big bomber jacket and longer, looser shorts

Jurnee’s abs wow

The lights from behind the hands with the eyes behind Harley, who’s surrounded by people and then Roman and Victor emerge from the back, whispering to each other? Beautiful

One of the grievances roman has against Harley is “constantly interrupting him, like I’m doing right now”

Harleys “you’re really not as complicated as you think” bit is almost satirical of this cult we’ve created of “complicated” white male movie villains who have massive fan followings (cough cough joker)

Interesting that Roman holds the knife to Harleys face but hands it off to Victor to do that actual cutting

Someone handed Roman a bowl of popcorn

Harleys pocket tampon

It’s diamonds are a girls best friend yeah babey!

The male backup dancers are wearing muzzles/masks (Roman has one too for a split second) is an interesting flip on the way women are typically the ones being silenced, as well as Harleys desire to silence the men around her and be the one telling and controlling her own narrative

“Hey! you’re that singer no one listens to!” “Hey! You’re the asshole no one likes!”

Harley with her glitter gun

Harleys reaction when the sprinklers go off is perfect—Margot makes her feel like a living cartoon

This cell block fight scene is a showstopper

I like that cass doesn’t immediately want to stay with Harley. It gives her some agency in a story where she’s mostly just following the curveballs life throws her

Harleys little stare straight into the camera when cass admits to eating the diamond

Harley at the grocery store really emphasizes that she’s a total weirdo

I think I heard somewhere that the pic of child Harley with the nuns is a pic of young Margot??? Not totally sure though

Cass not knowing who the joker is goes with the whole supers are like celebrities thing—cass probably follows a whole different group of them (like how most kids follow different celebrities than their parents)

Huntress huntress huntresssss

“Give me number 32. Mild”

This kid in helenas flashback doesn’t really look like she’s grow up to look like Mary Elizabeth Winstead

This filming in this flashback has so much style

Helena practicing in the bathroom mirror with her drawing and her multiple bottles of travel mouthwash

We’re in the scene where Roman makes the girl dance on the table and oh god it’s so uncomfortable

No no no no no not this hate this

Alright that nightmare’s done

“and that’s why you should never pay federal income taxes”

Harley offering to bring cass to Roman after hearing doc say “business is business is interesting

OH ITS HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT TIME

Dinahs car is yellow because it’s...canary yellow

Roman putting on the mask is cool and all but he’s just gonna have to take it back off to get changed

This Harley vs Renee fight is fun because they keep mirroring each other—they’re fighting each other, but they’re really on the same side

The way the women all kind of circle each other at first and don’t immediately get along

Cass popping up with the gun also gives her some agency—she’s at the end of her rope with the diamond and being betrayed by Harley

“I am nOT THE CROSSBOW KILLER”

The way Huntress sounds so uncertain when she says “...and now I’m done” Mary’s acting really popped off

Roman’s a bitch but I like his outfits

Helenas little smile when Harley says “you just killed his BFF”

I love how excited Harley is when they all agree to work together

Roman’s giving his little speech in the back of a pickup truck?

When all the guys turned around with masks on I got chills

“I love this chick she’s got rage issues.” “I DONT HAVE RAGE ISSUES”

Huntress stabbing the guy while going down the slide is peak cinema

This set lights up as the scene progresses and reveals more

I love love love that Helena is genuinely caring towards Cass and recognizing that children shouldn’t have to go through trauma like her

“When the fuck did she have time to do a shoe change?”

THE HAIR TIE YEAH

Forgot to mention this but it’s a stroke of genius for this place to be called the booby trap

Love me some canary cry

“Told ya she had a killer voice”

Harleys chase was a real group hurrah—the canary cry cleared the way and pushed her forward, Huntress towed her, Renee gave her the gun with one bullet

Cass and Roman are just sitting in the back seat. That must have been an awkward car ride

Cass pulling the gun away from Roman when he tries to shoot up at Harley when Harleys on top of the car is elite

Damn this is one foggy pier

When Harley starts with “your protection is based on the fact that people are scared of you” you expect her to say that it’s wrong or something but she says “I’m the one they should be scared of” this movie messed with tropes so much

That also includes the whole “one bullet” thing—Harley misses with her one bullet, and you don’t really know what’s gonna happen next

“I took your ring”

You can pinpoint exactly when Harley and Roman realize what Cass did

I’d put the entire taco scene here if I could

Renee moving the drink away from cass shows her caring side—she doesn’t want a kid to get into alcohol and make the mistakes she did

“Does she always talk like the cop in a bad eighties movie?”

Harley and Cass stealing the car is a fun way to show that she may be on the side of the good guys sometimes, but that doesn’t necessarily make her one

“Woman” by Kesha

Wow the outfits in this scene are iconic

I mean they are in the whole movie but I especially like these

Cass riding around with Harley and a hyena, wearing cute outfits and learning the ways of chaos

Harley got her sandwich!

The credit art for this movie is cool

Especially how they represent each character

In conclusion this is still my favorite movie

I know I’ve been kinda absent recently, but watching this again has really reminded me how much I love it. I got really busy but I’m going to Make An Effort to be a contributing member of the bop fandom again.

#birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #birds of prey #harley quinn #huntress #black canary #Renee Montoya #Cassandra Cain #Roman sionis #Victor zsasz #words of little wisdom

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Just watched the episode and I’m going to have a lot of thoughts for you, most of them probably bordering on incoherence (LOL) so this is your last chance to nope on out of this post because I’m going to go ahead and put everything else behind a cut to save the eyes that do not want to see any spoilers at all. Unlike mine, that very much wanted to see but in a lot of cases? Could not see shit, but I digress.

Shae’s stream of consciousness coming at you in 3-2-1.

First of all, can I saw how good it is to have my show back again? Like, no. I don’t quite have Season 5 levels of excitement about the new/last season, but it is definitely nice to have all these characters back.

So all these thoughts of mine. Okay. Bear with me because there be a whole lot of them, lol.

My immediate impression as the episode opened was WHOA. Such a cool shot of Daryl with one light wing, one dark wing (representing the two sides to Daryl maybe--the man of honor versus the man he was raised to be, hmm?) looking out over some dark vista of something. Seriously. It’s dark. My room is also dark at the moment and still I was squinting to see. To make out what I’m “looking” at. I really, really hope the rest of this season isn’t this hard to make out.

Is that a tank? Kinda sorta a callback to Rick’s first episode? If so, cool. If not, well. Us fans have always put way more thought into things. For real. Change my mind.

Holy intense eye contact, Batman! Daryl Dixon has literally never looked at anyone--not BethusConLeah--in quite the same smoldering way as he looks at Carol. It’s next level. I don’t know why people be fooling themselves into thinking different.

Let’s see. I can make out--besides Daryl, Maggie, and that face mask dude I already forgot the name of--Kelly, Magna, Jerry (who’s that with him?), and Carol. Sorry. My world, like Daryl’s, inevitably narrows to Carol. She’s loking fierce and fine AF per usual.

Was that Rosita I noticed rewinding to relive Daryl eye-fucking Carol?

I’m guessing this is the army base they talked about in 10C.

That Walker perking up like “I smell food--pancakes and bacon and oohhhh” has me giggling inappropriately right off the bat. WTF.

Look at all my fabulous ladies tiptoeing through that Walker minefield. And Carol spotting that gun that might be useful right away. Listen, if you don’t think her mind ain’t always ten steps ahead of everybody else’s, you’d be wrong.

So. Are these Walkers just so old and feeble not even the call of fresh meat attracts them? Because just tiptoeing through their midst without the knockoff Lady Gaga meatsuits or skin masks has never really worked before that I can remember.

I just want to see most of this season. Is that really too much to ask? Don’t X-Files and Game of Thrones us, Angela. Please and thank you very fucking much.

Okay. Is the one drop of blood thing making anybody else have 28 Days Later vibes? Kinda? Sorta? No? Just me? Okay then. Carry on.

Wait a minute, though. How they be explaining how Daryl keeeps acquiring all these new tats all the time? Hmm? It’s like they just quit giving a shit about continuity in these latter seasons.

I mean. Do Walkers sleep now? LMAO. What is this? I guess they’re constantly evolving?

There’s my baby Lydia. Love my smol bean.

Alright though. I love to see the ladies of TWD kick some ass. It’s very gratifying. Gimps would never. Thank you, Angela.

Clever, resourceful, calm and collected, quick thinking Carol to the rescue! Seriously. Her haters must be withering away inside with absolute envy.

Hey, ya’ll. Remember when Carol was still mastering her sharpshooting skills at the Prison yard and shot at Rick’s feet? Her little “sorry, sorry”? LOL. If Rick could only see her now. Wait. He already knew what so many of his stans refuse to acknowledge--Carol=ultimate survivor and true savior to the group many times over.

Maggie’s got herself a gun, too. Go my badass girls.

Of course, Carol’s got everybody’s back. Of fucking course, Daryl’s got hers even when everybody else seem frozen in some kind of awe or stupification or something. Microcosm of the whole damn show right there.

Carol’s like “here’s your knives, love of my life.”

Eh. Maybe that’s just me.

Nah. She’s totally thinking it, too.

YAS! YAS! Norman Reedus and Melissa McBride with the top billing. How very far my babies have come.

Listen. I miss all the characters we’ve lost. Absolutely. But I love the ones that are still with us, that have been with us for so very long so hard. Whether I love their stories or decisions or not.

Is that THE Alexandria sign? That sign’s been through some shit.

DOG! Daryl kneeling to embrace our Grimes babies has me all up in my feels. And how cute is Dog getting all excited and making sure he’s the first one there to welcome back, Daddy?

Hershel is literally just as puppy dog cute as Glenn ever was. Really some Grade A casting.

What did Maggie call Mr. T? Ducky? Dougie? Sometimes with Maggie? I really cannot tell. Anyway. He’s Mr. T. for me until I find out differently, probably through rewatching with close captioning, lol.

Maggie’s got more people. So. Some new redshirts to sacrifice for plot purposes. I don’t know if I should bother learning their names or not.

I seem to remember Meridian being mentioned in one of the episode synopses.

Sophia’s hair tie around Carol’s neck will never fail to be an emotional throat punch. My heart.

“They come at night and by the time you see them, you’re already dead.” Welp. Guess that means we ain’t seeing shit for at least this first third of the season, lol. Very horror-eque though.

“You’re leaving to fight ghosts.” Aaron, to Maggie. So I see Aaron’s the type to get the hell outta Dodge when the Boogeyman comes calling, hahaha. Least he was. In the old world.

Rosita’s pissed off expression at Gabe’s decision to volunteer for the so-called suicide mission gives me life.

My baby Carol is tired AF of suicide missions. You can tell. Also? Methinks she has something to prove to Daryl here. Or at least feels like she does.

Dog with his little tactical vest. I love it.

I guess I get why they had Carol and Rosita stay behind. They had to more evenly split up the badassery to make things more fair and balanced, lol.

Okay. So Negan’s definitely earned everybody’s disdain. But they’re being woefully short-sighted by not at least hearing the dude out. Isn’t he at least native to the area?

“That is God telling us to turn around.” I’m actually on Negan’s side with this one, but Gabe answering him with “I’m pretty sure he would have run that past me first” has me howling with laughter. Father Gabe has gone straight up savage in these last couple of seasons. Rosita’s influence, perhaps?

I see what Angela is doing. Trying to make Negan the voice of reason. In this particular case? It’s kind of working. I’m still ultimately on Maggie’s side with this though BECAUSE GLENN.

Imagine showing up to work and unironically dressing like a storm trooper every day. Excuse me while I LOL.

Even in the ZA, there’s bullshit paperwork.

“Pumpkin colored spacesuit.” Good one, Ezekiel.

LOL forever. I love Princess.

“Michonne. Our Michonne shut people out of Alexandria for years.” Timely reminder that choices aren’t always perfect. Neither are people.

WTF is reprocessing? Sounds ominous. LMAO at Eugene’s “Okay. We gotta go.”

What in the actual hell with all those bagged, squirming undead? Creepy AF in that subway tunnel.

Should I just go ahead and call that the Easter bunny? We’ve had some version of it pop up since Season 1.

Is it stubborn pride with Maggie or what? Why go through with something when all signs point toward the wisdom of stopping? You can argue that she’s acting similarly to Carol last season, but there’s a huge difference here folks. Carol did her damndest to Lone Wolf that shit and minimize the danger to those she loved. Maggie’s straight up enlisting those she “cares about” to carry out her mission of revenge or vengeance, what have you. Let’s see if she gets near the amount of hate for it. Personally, I don’t blame her for her feelings one bit. They are valid. But her knowingly drawing the others into the game? That’s my sticking point. That’s how she and Carol differ, even if some people refuse to see or accept it. Anyway. Hopping right on off my soapbox.

“Why don’t you get up on your little tippy toes and try?” Omigosh, I’d dying. When I tell you I about passed out with laughter, I do not exaggerate. I should hate Negan forever and I do. Really. But I adore JDM and he frequently makes me LOL. He’s made Negan entertaining if not completely redeemable since Angela took over and more layered so I say kudos.

He has a point about Maggie playing dictator. Damn you, show, for slanting the writing just that smidgen that makes Negan make sense over his victim. I guess, though, it’s better this way. Gives both characters more shades of gray.

“He’s a dick but he makes sense.” I feel like this is Angela calling us all out when we dare to harbor any lasting resentment toward Negan for what he did to Glenn.

Speaking of--Negan. You deserved Daryl’s punch to the mouth. You just went a bridge too damn far.

“Keep pushing me, Negan. Please.” Warning shots fired, Asshole. You better watch yourself around the Widow Rhee.

Have I mentioned how much I love Princess? Her shipping the Commonwealth guards is killing me, lol. I can’t wait ‘til she meets Carol and Daryl. She’s going to have their number in two seconds flat.

I like Ezekiel and Princess as a duo. I’m not saying romantically necessarily. I just like them in scenes together because they’re fun. There’s sort of a protective indulgence Ezekiel seems to telegraph whenever they’re in scenes together. Like he’s like don’t hurt this one. I don’t know. For all these words I’ve written, I can’t quite find the ones to adequately describe what I mean.

The wall of the lost gives me such Battlestar Galactica feels. What sad thoughts it inspires.

Eugene in that Commonwealth gear. Omigosh, lol. So did they just sneak up and take Princess’s little Commonwealth ship’s gear when they were sneaking off on their own to have a quickie?

Princess finding that note for Yumiko on the wall actually gave me chills. Yeah. I’m easy. Just the suggestion of someone getting reunited with lost family gets me all up in my feels. Yumiko saying “I have to stay”? I felt that.

Oh no. Dog ran off! Somebody protect my favorite fictional puppy. Of course, Daryl goes after him. He’s always been the sweet one. Merle said it.

Eh. Negan taking Maggie’s hand at the end there would have smacked too much of Negan Sue and Maggie’s biggest plot of the season would have been prematurely dealt with so I get why they did what they did. But c’mon. It’s not really that big of a cliffhanger, is it?

Okay, so Angela calls those sleeping beauty Walkers “Lurkers” and I get it. Apparently they’re a bigger deal in the comics, but I really don’t remember seeing them all that much on the actual show. Somebody jog my memory.

Of fucking course, you can actually see what’s happening in the inside the episode clips. I wish we could choose to view the episode with that lighting because some of us be blind. And this time I mean in the more literal sense. Not the figurative one.

Anyway. I’m going to stop trying to write a novel for ya’ll and move on to better things. Like maybe a nap. Maybe some early dinner. I don’t know. I’m tired AF and need a little recharge.

Before I go, though? Overall impression of the episode? I liked it. There were parts that I loved (all the ladies being badass, every second of Carol, Daryl reuniting with the Grimes babies and Dog, all things Princess, some of Negan’s one-liners about had me busting a gut, Rosita serving looks, Kelly and Lydia getting to be badass too) and parts I didn’t love (not being able to see a damn thing, Angela trying to tip the scales in Negan’s favor, not enough Carol or Aaron or Rosita, no reunion between Aunt Carol and the Grimes babies even though that picture floating around suggests it was at least shot, not being able to see a damn thing, all the Alexandria people playing follow the leader for Maggie when she’s been gone 6 years and Daryl’s right there--hell, even Father G deserves the honor over her because it’s obvious they’re not exactly on the same wavelength anymore).

I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m just glad to have our show back.

Later, lovelies.

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #spoilers #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #and giggle and giggle

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