#bad samaritan fanfiction

[raz-writes-the-thing]

It's The Dominance Of The Thing (Bad Samaritan One-Shot)

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Cale wants you to ride his boot.

CW: It's Cale- that should be warning enough tbh, boot grinding, blood (super mild), choking, vague CNC, verbal humiliation, name-calling

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For such a string bean of a man, Cale was very foreboding. Incredibly foreboding. There was just something in how he carried himself- the way he spoke and in the way his energy rolled off him like even that was trying to get away from him. 

By all accounts, you should not have been attracted to him. The safest thing would have been not to be attracted to him. But you were, and by some (un)lucky twist of fate, he was attracted to you, too. 

Not that he’d ever seriously hurt you or anything. But it was just that he screamed ‘dangerous’ to all of your input receptors and you just ignored them anyway. You’re pretty sure Cale knew this. You’re also pretty sure he got off on knowing that you could be, at times, just a little scared of him. 

Like right now, for instance. 

You’d been sitting on your pillow in the lounge room on the floor when Cale came home. You had been working on an essay and had somehow just wound up on the floor. That happened sometimes. There were flecks of blood across his cheeks like crimson freckles that you’d noticed as he’d closed the door and gotten closer. You knew better than to ask where they’d come from. Cale had sat down on the couch behind you, his booted foot brushing against the outer curve of your ass. 

You leaned into his touch just a fraction, and a noise of satisfaction escaped his throat. 

“Turn around.” A command, not a question. 

You set your laptop down in front of you and turn to face him, essay forgotten. His expression is cool and calculated, and you watch with rapt attention at the way his eyes dilate from the sight of you kneeling before him. 

Cale adjusts his boot so it’s between your knees. You look down at the boot before sliding your gaze up his calf, thigh, tummy and finally back up to his face. His eyes flick downward, telling you without question exactly what he wants from you. 

You bite your lip and angle yourself to lower back down onto the ground. Your cunt rests on his boot and you suck in a breath. You know your cheeks are heating up and flushing the prettiest shade for him right now. It’s not the fact that it’s his foot- it’s the dominance that does it for you. 

Cale grunts in approval, and nods his head. Permission.

 

You experimentally grind yourself against the leather and a little gasp works its way free before you have time to stop it. Cale smirks, not taking his eyes off yours for a second. You flush darker, mouth dropping open just slightly as you roll your hips again. And again. God, this felt good. 

You reach to wrap your arms around his calf, gripping at the back of his knee for balance. Cale laughs now, but mockingly. Your eyes flick to the blood across his cheek, and you’re almost a little concerned at the way your clit pulses at the sight. 

Fuck. Your hips stutter up against his boot, and your eyes begin to droop as you succumb to the pleasure. 

“Fuckin’ look at me, slut,” he says, and you snap back to attention. Fingers flex against his denim-clad skin, and he tuts disapprovingly. “Look at you- humping yourself silly on my fuckin’ boot.” 

You nod, rocking your hips faster. The pleasure is melting into the burn of your muscles but you don’t dare stop. Not with the way Cale is looking at you. 

“Gonna cry? Fuck, you look like you’re gonna cry. Pathetic, darling. Yeah, you like that, I know. You love it when I call you names, don’t you?”

You whimper, struggling to keep your gaze on his when it burns with such intensity. Your insides are aching as you chase your orgasm. It’s getting closer, and you’re panting more now as you exert yourself over him. 

“Answer me,” he says evenly.  

“Y-yes, I love it,” you pant back, resting your forehead on his knee. He chuckles and leans forward in his seat. He’s sitting and yet somehow also leaning over you. His hand is suddenly in your hair, ripping your head back and forcing you to make eye contact. 

“Thought I told you to look at me, slut.” 

Your eyebrows screw up and you cling to him harder. 

“S-sorry sir,” you whimper out. Cale hums in a way that tells you that’s an acceptable apology for now and lets go of your hair. You’re so close to cumming now. It’s all you want- that sweet release. “P-please.” 

Cale arcs a brow, running a finger down your cheek and over your jaw. 

“Please what?” 

“I- I need- I want- please I want to cum,” you pant out desperately. Cale’s eyes lave over your face, drinking down every detail of your desperation. 

“Then cum.” 

That’s all the permission you need. You rock your cunt against his leather boot, not caring what sounds or pants you release in the process. You’re desperate to cum, working yourself harder and harder, feeling that coil tighten bit by bit. 

Cale’s hand shoots out like a snake, fingers wrapping around your throat before you even realise he’s moved. 

Your breath cuts off and a yelp dies on your tongue. Your hips jolt against him and the warning look in his eyes is all it takes before that coil snaps. Your hips jerk over him uncontrollably, muscles spasming over your body as the force of your release slams into you over and over again. 

You haven’t cum this hard in so long, and the way Cale’s mouth drops open just barely, pupils blown wide, makes you think he’s definitely going to have you do this again. Your hand automatically wraps around his wrist, and he clicks his tongue. His own fingers grip just that little bit harder and you feel your tongue swallowing over nothing, trying to clear an immovable blockage.

He holds you like that, desperately grappling with his wrist as you grow more desperate for air. You can’t help the way your cunt pulses with need. Even like this, growing closer and closer to blacking out you want him. Want him to fuck and ruin you. 

The bastard knows it too. 

“Good girl,” Cale praises, letting go and watching as you collapse against his knee, sagging into a heap as you greedily suck air into your deprived lungs. 

You giggle a little wheezily, and that makes Cale smile. 

“Filthy thing.” It’s affectionate, though. Cale loves you. 

You know he does.

#A/N: hes so- oof #A/N: i love him ur honour #cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #cale #cale erendreich fanfic #bad samaritan fanfic #cale erendreich x y/n #cale erendreich smut #bad samaritan smut #x reader

[denaliwrites]

Killing Me Softly

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: You find out that sometimes the most devastating kind of anger isn't the kind that explodes in your face.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich. Use of Safe Word.

"You won't like me when I'm angry," he'd warned you, in the beginning.

"Okay, Hulk," you'd responded with a laugh, despite his serious expression. Even the flash of something dark and dangerous in his eyes hadn't concerned you.

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

Now, however, you understood.

You could feel rage rolling off of him -- from the moment he walked in, it overwhelmed the room. With nothing left to breathe but his ire, you felt suffocated, eyes bouncing around trying to find any exit, to find air to breathe.

His own eyes found you before you found a way out. Feeling that rage pointed directly at you, you turned to meet his gaze, but the fury there made you drop your gaze quickly. But you knew looking away entirely wasn't an option, so you let your eyes take in the rest of him.

Astonishingly, he seemed... almost normal, as he made his way over to you.

Oh.

You got up from the sofa in a hurry, but he cut you off before you had the chance to get anywhere, and suddenly you were pinned to the wall. His arms surrounded you, his body caged you, and his eyes burned you.

"C-Cale," you gasped, staring up at him with wide eyes.

"Did you know," he said, seemingly ignoring your plea, "that I had eight portfolios due this week?"

His voice was calm -- too calm -- eerily calm. The kind of calm that preceded a deadly storm.

"N-no," you whimpered, pressing a hand lightly to his chest in the hopes that it'd bring him back, recenter him. Do anything.

He looked down at your delicate fingers and as you took in his expression, you got the sickening feeling that he was contemplating all the ways he could dismantle them.

"I had eight portfolios due this week," he repeated, and you swallowed and forced a nod as his eyes trailed back up to meet your own. "And what did Johnson and Berkley fucking do with them?"

It took you a moment to realize that he wanted an answer from you -- well, a guess, at least.

"I-I don't know, Cale," you replied with a choked sob. "Please -- whatever's wrong, you don't have to--"

"They fucking shredded them."

Oh.

Well, you weren't even in the financial sector and you could admit that was bad.

"There's -- there's still time to --"

"And then," he went on, as if you hadn't spoken at all. "And then, those moronic fucks shorted out the entire fucking office. We won't have power for at least a day."

Oh.

"I -- Cale, I'm sorry --"

Suddenly a fist slammed into the wall beside you and you let out a yelp, defensively covering your head with your arms. "Bucephalus!" you cried desperately, tears tracking down your cheeks in a steady stream. "Bucephalus!" You repeated it until it became a mantra, spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer.

At first, Cale did nothing -- at least not anything you could hear or feel. Your eyes were shielded behind your arms, so you couldn't see him, but you thought maybe he'd look exactly the same.

You jolted when his hand -- the same one that had just put a hole in the wall -- came to rest gently on your waist.

"I'm so sorry."

The words were soft and full of anguish, regret, comfort.

You weren't sure how to feel -- if maybe it was a trap, or if he really meant it.

He didn't leave you much of a choice, as his hands wrapped around your arms and gently eased them away from your face. He waited until your eyes fearfully met his to whisper another apology, his lips tenderly brushing away a tear slowly making its way down your cheek.

You hadn't expected the safe word to work -- during sex, sure; you'd used it once or twice before, and he'd been more than respectful of it. But you honestly hadn't expected it to stop his rage in its tracks.

You weren't sure if that made you feel better or worse.

Carefully, he stepped back, pulling you along with him so that you were no longer pressed to the wall. He led you back to the sofa and gently eased you down, joining you a moment later and wrapping you up in a loving embrace. Comforting kisses were peppered over your head, and eventually you found yourself relaxing -- just a little. Just enough.

It was silent for a good long while, as the two of you both worked on coming down. It was about an hour later when --

"I could always kill them," Cale said thoughtfully. You weren't sure if he was joking or not.

"Too suspicious," you responded anyway, a shiver running down your spine at the approving look he gave you.

"You're right." You felt a tear fall as he placed a kiss to your temple. "Always are."

#cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #denali strikes again

[jessefandomunited]

Snowed in

This is a Shaun Falco x gn reader . Just fluff maybe some kissing

-you went up to the show with your boyfriend Shaun when all of a sudden a snow storm pulls in right as your about to leave, guess you have to snuggle in for one more night-

" well I think we're all packed" I sighed with finality . We had spent a good weekend in in the snow as a bit of a get away. The little town was cute and had lights and Christmas activities which we went to a lot of but I was a bit bummed we didn't spend much time in the actual snow , or alone .

. " let's go then love, " Shaun smiled bounding up to me, " or , we could make a few snow angels " before I could explain that we had a very long drive he was running across our rented yard and fell into the snow. I chucked and shrugged, I'll just make him drive.

I sprinted over to him and joined him on the ground flailing our arms to make the perfect wings and dress. When we staggered up we had put them so close that they were holding hands. " awwwww how cute," Shaun gushed rapping an arm around my shoulder and kissing my cheek. I rolled my eyes and said," yes that's very cute but we have a long drive" " come on we didn't get to play in the snow at all can't we wait an hour;" Shaun begged. I thought a bit remembering I did want to do this too, but the drive, screw it. " alright one hour."

We had an absolute blast. We made a snowman , rolled down a snow covered hill and had a very extensive snowball fight. It was so fun to just feel like a kid again, I had completely forgotten about our one hour limit till I looked up at the darkened sky. " shit Shaun how long have we been out here," I called. He ran over and checked his watch, "it's been two hours ." I was confused , till I saw snowflakes start falling ," oh." We both reflexively sank down to the ground and looked up as the snow fell, it was beautiful, like we were being teleported into another dimension. Then it picked up.

How the storm went from lazily falling to complete chaos was insane but we both had suddenly realized how cold we were and booked it for the cabin. I fumbled with the key in my numb hands and we pushed ourselves inside. When we did we heard the phone ringing. I snatched it off its cradle and said "hello yes" " oh no you're still there I had hoped you left like an hour ago," it was the caretaker of the cabin and she sounded increasingly worried," this storm it going to be here the rest of the day, and the snow plows won't be able to get out there till it clears up ." My heart sank, I had work tomorrow I would need to call in. " okay well thankyoy," I sighed. " of course please stay warm," she pressed. " we will," I hung up the phone and immediately filed the office. " what's happening," Shaun asked a bit sheepishly. " well looks like we get a free night here. He looked outside then back at me , a smile spread across his face. I chuckled ," go get the bags" he nodded bounding outside.

We were soon snuggled next to the fireplace wrapped in the fuzziest blanket I'd ever felt. We were just sitting there enjoying the fire after a wonderful meal of soup and hot coco.I turned to him and said, " you know I'm kind of glad that atom blew in we didn't get to do this the other days." He looked a bit surprised, " really? I thought you loved all that small town stuff." I shrugged ," I do but we did a lot. Maybe next time we can bring some books and take some more time alone reading and taking pictures ." His smile grew again," oh you know I love that darling." With that he kissed me, cupping my face gently . I tangled my fingers in his hair bringing him closer to me . As we laid there wrapped in eachother, we hadn't even noticed the snow had stopped.

#robert sheehan #Shaun falco #bad samaritan #fanfics #fanfiction #x reader #I was feeling generous so I'll post this now #The other one you'll have to wait a bit

[bootlegfrank]

Want to read a little piece of the weirdest ship I think I'll ever write? Here you go.

#yeah its cale erendreich x teenage skc frank iero #i just think their methods are amusingly contrasting and frankie is a little shit so you just know those two will clash #but im doing that thing again where im sharing an excerpt to keep myself motivated #so yeah more frankie content! #cale erendreich #skc frank #frank iero #bad samaritan #bootlegfrnk fanfiction #gun mention #cale/frankie

[merrilark]

Very Belated Whumptober 2022 Prompt Fill ⛓

Prompt: "This wasn't supposed to happen." Fandom: Bad Samaritan (but can be read fandom blind!) Rating: Teen Word count: 731 TW: Mild violence, restraints, captivity, no shipping but intimate whumper if you squint, hurt no comfort Ao3: Reunion (if you like it, please consider leaving a kudos and/or a comment! they're always appreciated!)

“Oh, look at you… This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

The cool rag against his skin made Sean flinch, dragging him to half-consciousness. His cheek stung and his vision swam. When he swallowed, he swallowed around a throat thick and gummy with blood.

Sean tried to lift his head, tried to remember what had happened prior to waking, but found he didn’t have the strength nor concentration. His eyes rolled uncomfortably. The backs of his lids were gritty as if from eons of sleep. His lashes were crusted shut.

“Where…?”

“Shhh, shhhh… Quiet, now.” The rag brushed under his jaw and up to his battered lips. “You, Sean, have no idea how lucky you are. I wouldn’t have found you at all if it weren’t for the snow. All that blood… It was the only thing that led me to you.”

Snow. Snow, yes, that was right.

It was early January, just after his little brother’s Christmas break from school. He’d gone home over the holidays to see his family and had been on his way back to St. Louis. It had snowed the night before, the roads had been slick, and… Oh, fuck.

A spike of pain lanced through his skull. His lolling head was caught by a warm, gentle palm.

“Easy, easy… I know it hurts.”

Sean groaned. He remembered the bright flash of headlights as he had turned the curve—a car coming in too hard and fast. He couldn’t grip his steering wheel in time. Couldn’t swerve before—

The scream of tires against the asphalt rang in his ears. He thought he could remember his head coming up, smashing against something. The ceiling of his car? The windshield? 

Fuck. Fuck. He couldn’t think straight. Everything was white with hurt.

Careful, his saviour cleaned the blood from his tacky eyelids until finally, blinking against the glare of sudden light, Sean could see.

A wide slash of teeth grinned down at him.

“If only you had been good…” Long, cold fingers gripped into Sean’s jaw and forced his chin higher. Cale tutted. “None of this would have happened.”

“You—!” Sean’s heart lodged itself in his throat. Panic gripped his limbs and he jerked, reeling backward—

But there was nowhere to go. Thick leather straps kept his wrists bound to the chair, and a third strap as broad as his forearm spanned across his chest. Sean thrashed. The metal legs rattled fruitlessly against the floor.

“No,” he gasped. “Nononono…! This isn’t real, you’re not real. I’m–I’m having a n—”

Cale struck him across the face.

Sean’s head whipped back.

“I can assure you, I’m very real, and you are in very big trouble.” Cale jammed his hand through Sean’s curls, knotted his hand into a fist, and held his head firm. “Do you want to know why? Hm? Because you had to play hero. You had to stick your snotty, filthy little nose into my business… You had to disrupt my routine!”

Spittle flew from his mouth. Then, gradually, the fist in Sean’s hair gentled but didn’t leave.

“You don’t deserve it,” he said, “but I’m going to be merciful this time, Sean. This,” a slight tug against dark roots, a whisper of a threat, “is a mercy. You weren’t supposed to get involved, but you did. You weren’t supposed to be an issue, but you were. I would go ahead and kill you now, but I had some time to think while with your Federal buddies, and I realised that instead of being angry with you, I should thank you. You made things interesting. You were a challenge! Not many people are capable of that. You should be proud. I am."

Cale leant in. His breath was hot against Sean's face and over-sweet with the smell of mint gum.

"So, you wanted to play in my sandbox, Sean?" he asked. "Be my guest. But if we’re going to play, you have to play by my rules. Understand?”

Sean gawped stupidly. A runner of spit and blood dribbled down his chin.

“I said,” Cale snarled, “do you UNDERSTAND?”

The next hard yank made Sean yelp.

“Yes!” he cried. “Yes, I…” A hiccup, a shudder. Residual pain clawed up and down his scalp. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Good boy.” Cale’s fingers uncurled from Sean’s hair and slid to cup his cheek. “Now. Let’s get you cleaned up. You look like trash.”

This was a prompt fill for Whumptober last year that I never posted. I kept messing with it because I'm a terrible self-critic, but this year I've decided to try to be less picky about my writing and force myself to post more often, even if it's short one shots. After all, it's doing no good sitting around in my drafts! I may as well share it so that other people might read and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love writing whump so this mayyyy end up being part of a larger fic. We'll see! I don't post works as often as I write them, but if you would like to be notified via taglist when I post fic on Tumblr, feel free to let me know. Requests are also open! c:

#whump #whumptober 2022 #bad samaritan #cale erendreich #sean falco #merri writes #fanfiction #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfic #whump fic

[potatohandsswag]

It's hard to believe that Like a flower in the desert is one chapter away from being done! It's been three years since I began writing it, and I can't seem to wrap my mind around the fact it's almost done. Just posted chapter nine a couple days ago and it just hit me. One more chapter to go. Where does the time go?

I have so many ideas for sequels or one shots connected to it. I think I have a notebook full of ideas. The whole idea that this fic is almost done is amazing, but also bittersweet. It's such a weird feeling, but I'm so happy I was able to write it!

#Bad Samaritan #cale erendreich #katie hopgood #sean falco #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #I can't believe it's almost done

[ddollfface]

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲

𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙊𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

Warnings; bad writing, might be ooc (don't come at me lol), not proofread, obsessional behavior, idk if this is really Yandere tbh, honestly, this is just be dipping my toes into fanfiction... If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I've only watched the tv shows, so all of my information comes from that and the wiki. If anyone knows where to read the manga, then please message me! Also, this is inspired by @mothwingwritings and @yandere-writer-momo ♡

Throughout the series, Katsumi is shown to be loyal to those he deems close and important to him. One of these people is Karate (I suppose, it's a thing, but whatever). Even when faced with people he respects, like Retsu, he refuses to give it up, to deny the power it has. This is shown during the tournament saga where Retsu demands that Katsumi admit that Chinese Kenpō is superior to Karate, of course, he denies it.

Now, what does this say about Katsumi? Well, it shows that when he feels loyalty towards someone/something, he'll cling to it and fight for it until his last breath. Katsumi is strong-willed, and never gives in without a fight; he fights for others' honor. He's been shown to have a vengeance streak, where he'll seek out those he's deemed to have defamed the people he holds dear to him.

He's very smooth with his words and has a boyish charm to him, allowing you to drop your guard when you really shouldn't. His sheepish smile and constant cocky appeal cause you to feel relaxed and underestimate him, forgetting that he's a dangerous man who could snap you in half with his pinky. It's really too easy for him to find where you live, sneak into your apartment, and watch you. All without you noticing; how sweet of you. You don't even realize that Katsumi has grown so attached, not noticing how close he sticks to your side or how his eyes darken whenever you talk to Retsu or Katou (if he ever comes around).

I can imagine Katsumi with most types of darlings, but I think he'd lean towards darlings who are a Good Samaritan. How they show that empathetic behavior solely depends on their personality. You don't have to be energetic and bubbly to be a good person and to help others, instead, you can be quiet and timid. You can be a little colder, but as long as you're willing to step in and help others when they're in need, even if you might put yourself in danger, Katsumi will ultimately find you attractive and court you.

I think that the empathetic characteristic is the root of his attraction, seeing you be so kind and caring just makes his heart swell. He knows you're a good person, and that's what makes you so attractive. Well, you're appearance is also a key factor, but ignore that.

Katsumi just wants someone selfless and willing to put themselves on the line for others, no matter if they know the person or not, as he knows that they'd make a good partner, a good mama. That's ultimately Katsumi's goal in life: to have a family. I subscribe to the headcanon that Katsumi has a breeding kink and he loves children; I don't care what anybody says.

There's no doubt in my mind that he's a loverboy who just wants someone to love, but things go wrong when that love isn't recognized or reciprocated. Not only that, but Katsumi's love can be... overbearing, to say the least. He can get a little too excited, especially when he's around you. And that's when his boyish nature comes in. He becomes too aggressive with his courting tactics (this is similar to Ali Jr. and Baki, me thinks).

These three guys, especially Katsumi, have been shown to be a little blinded by arrogance and their youth (not saying that other characters, who are older, haven't). They're all in their early twenties, and Katsumi being twenty in the Pickle saga, meaning they don't have a lot of experience with women.

Now that we're on the topic of experience, I think that Katsumi has been on dates with women, talked to women, and flirted with women. I mean, look at him. He's attractive, both physically and emotionally, and he's in the prime of his life. Not only that, but he's the adoptive son of Doppo Orochi, though I doubt that matters to most girls, but whatever. This means that he's got money, a lot of it. Doppo's wealth has been reiterated throughout the series that Katsumi is a spoiled kid, and I see that point.

So there's no denying that girls are attracted to him, and I think Katsumi isn't afraid to go up to women; he's quite charismatic. But why doesn't he have a girl? I think that's partially because of his dedication to his martial arts, making it difficult to maintain a relationship, and most girls wouldn't stick around for that. Now, that factor wipes out half of his dating pool, making it difficult for him to have anything but a one-night stand or a few dates.

He can't help but long for someone deeper, long for someone who truly cares for him. Katsumi wants someone who needs him, and relies on him to be provided for, and cared for. He wants to be acknowledged for his hard work, how calloused his hands are, and how good of a leader he strives to be. He just wants someone who'd be his cheerleader, someone who'd support him the way he'd support them.

This drive and desperate need for someone causes him to act irrationally when he finally finds someone even close to his dreams. It doesn't matter where or when you meet, whether it's before or after he's lost his arm, as long as he feels that recognition, he's lovestruck.

(This is where I go off on a tangent, I'm so sorry)

I've read a book called Blink, by Malcolm Gladwell, and it's all about humans and how we think as a species. He goes on and on about this thing called thin slicing. Thin slicing is an ability that all humans have, something we've developed through years of evolution, and it's the ability to make a split-second decision (on a situation or person) based off of little information. According to Gladwell, we do this every day. Thin slicing is fueled by our fight or flight response, more so whether or not we fight, fight, or freeze.

Gladwell says that the moment we make eye contact with someone, or speak a singular word with someone, we've already decided whether or not we like them or not, whether or not we'll befriend them. In multiple studies, Gladwell cites, he says that you can determine whether or not a couple will have a long-lasting relationship just based off of one conversation, a conversation that's no more than a minute long.

It's all about subconscious cues we give off when we speak, much like the phrase 'actions speak louder than words.' Certain cues attract people to each other, unknowing actions that we do that pull others toward us.

Honestly, it's a really interesting thing, and I think that because a lot of Baki men rely on their instincts, and they use thin slicing in every one of their fights, they'll use their instincts to determine who their darlings are. If you were to ask any of the Baki men, in this hypothetical world where they have a darling, I think they wouldn't be able to answer. That they wouldn't know. And that's because it was an instinctual decision, something they knew subconsciously the moment they met you, you, you.

There was just something about you that drew them in, and they would be able to give a broad definition, but they wouldn't be able to tell specifics. And that's the beauty of attraction, so if you think about it, love at first sight is a real thing, yeah?

End of tangent

Because of this, he'll take any one of your interactions and dramatize them. You say that it's cold outside? Now, he thinks you're trying to hint to him that you want his jacket (you don't; you were making small talk). You say that you think his hair looks nice today? Welp, that means you must want to play with his hair, right (Natsue just told you he got a haircut). Hell, your shoulders brush against each other while you two are walking? You're practically telling him that you want a hug! (No, you just were too close to the street).

The point is that any normal reaction or conversation is used to fuel his obsession with you. Within a few weeks of knowing each other, he's thinking that you're going to be the mama of his children. There's no doubt in his mind that you're meant to be. Katsumi will even look at your zodiacs. Did you know that you two are compatible? What a coincidence. It must be fate.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #obsessive love #katsumi orochi #katsumi x reader #yandere katsumi orochi #yandere headcanons #yandere baki the grappler #yandere male #baki katsumi #baki x reader #baki headcanons #baki hanma #baki dou

[team-council-two]

what do you think of the headcanon that Heavy is fluent in English, and simply fakes being bad at it so people leave him be ? would that explain to you the inconsistent, odd language patterns he has ? would you have additional ideas of purposefully bad English he would use ?

To be honest, I'm not a fan of this idea, mostly because of the way I and a lot of people I know personally experience language-based bias.

I like to think my written English is fluent, and my spoken English is alright enough to qualify me as a language teacher, but I still very much do have an accent. Aside from that, I currently live and study in a place where people are fluent in a language I speak with difficulty, often making grammar mistakes and misusing or mispronouncing words. Kind of how Heavy does.

And the last thing any fluent speaker does when noticing it is leave me alone.

You see, when your language skills aren't that of a native speaker, there are automatically two walls of disadvantage in front of you. One of them is natural, the other one - imposed by society. The first one is easy to explain. You don't process the information you hear as quickly, you can't think of a suitable reply on time, you miss on a lot of conversations. You can't joke properly because jokes require their own, comedic timing, usually faster than your brain can work. You can't discuss a lot of topics you're passionate about because you lack the terminology. All of these things are deeply frustrating and infuriating, and something I personally wish was featured more often in Heavy-centered fanfiction, next to the funny misunderstandings and light-hearted quirks. But that's not what the ask is about, so I digress.

The imposed disadvantage is more nuanced and more unfair. When you speak a little slower than everyone else, use simpler words, and make grammar mistakes even a child wouldn't make, people start thinking you're... well, dumb. And from there on it can go several different ways, none of them - pleasant. Case one - they don't figure you're a foreigner, and just think you're stupider than them, so you get the respective treatment. People start speaking obnoxiously slowly to you, talking over you, poking fun at your language quirks, listening to how you say something over what you're actually saying. Case two - they do figure you're a foreigner, and it's miles worse in my experience, because not only do they base their perception of you on their internally pre-existing stereotypes and notions, they'll also base their perception of your home on your behavior. So you become sort of like a harbinger of all of Russia. Everybody's very excited to talk about that one Russian friend they have who drinks like a sailor and lives in Moscow, and whether or not you know him by any chance. Oh, and you still get the "dumb" treatment, just with other issues on top.

And you're probably reading this thinking "that's bullshit, I don't do that", and it's good if you don't, but there's also something I like to call a White Savior Complex: Extended Cut. It's when a good native-speaking samaritan decides to be your all-time language teacher, and I swear they're sometimes even worse because they think themselves so noble and awesome for helping you that they don't hesitate talking down both to you and about you, like hey, this is my friend Misha, his language skills are terrible so I'll be speaking in his stead 99% of the time, isn't that wonderful!

That's the kind of experience no person would subject themselves to willingly. The only reason I don't try to get rid of my accent is because it's a somewhat rare cultural mash-up that I want to preserve, but I swear most of the time it would make my life so much easier if people treated me the way they treat native speakers.

Now, that, of course, is not a universal experience, and you may have it differently, but that's my opinion. I don't think Heavy would pretend to be non-fluent on purpose, unless it's some kind of ruse, like Medic's "German tourist" gig for organ-harvesting.

Do his mistakes sound artificial to me? Not really. When trying to purposefully make mistakes, as I do when I write Heavy, I mostly think in terms of my native language anyway. Mistakes made on purpose and mistakes made accidentally tend to be the same if the person making them is basing them on their native language.

Hope this answers your question. Let me know if you need any further clarification, and have fun writing!

#Heavy Language Post #tf2 #tf2 heavy #the council has spoken

[rosieartsie]

69 😏 (for Spotify wrapped)

Oooh not a very sexy song for 69 lol more like a spooky song Acid Rain by Lorn The day has finally come. Thousands of years promising it, making it imaginable in every era, and yet some how, now, it's here at last. The good book promised that no one would know when it would come, but Mercutio feels like he knew, some how in his bones. That in a strange, tangled and cosmic way he was built for this day, to bare witness. The sky is dark, the sun swallowed by black and green clouds, thunderous and so full of rain it feels like it will never stop. A promise was made about flooding the world, but maybe that promise is being broken now. Maybe that's part of all of this, promises broken, the course of the great battle tipped towards an impossible end. They've lost, after all... he's lost. Everything, everything, all gone. He hopes it will flood, that the water will rise and rise and swallow him whole. He doesn't know what happens after that, after the water comes up above his head and keeps going, after the pressure crushes him down and sinks him where no light will ever touch him again. The demons in their multitude, have inherited a world God has decided to start anew. What good Samaritan will gather the innocent creatures onto a ship this time? Or will it all just end? A failed experiment, a lost cause? He isn't sure he cares which. He'll be dead by then. But at least he'll be him in his last breaths. Nothing has come for him, some how. No demon has claimed him, even though he's so unclean, so worthy of being broken and bent and lost. He's always deserved damnation, he knows it, and yet some how that fate has been put off for him. Maybe this is the hell meant for him, a witness to the end of the world, to the seals broken and the last battle waged. He looks up and notices the downpour is awash with red. He looks down at his hands, and they are awash with red. Lightning cracks and the world shakes, and he is still alive for it, some how. The demons don't want him. God doesn't either. He will be here and he will die... and then what? And then what? But... there is a silver lining around those blood pouring clouds...At least he'll still be him. At least he'll still be him and Vincente, God bless and keep him... is safe in heaven, full of light. (( THIS IS BAD ENDING NEW FAITH FANFICTION PLEASE DON'T WORRY LOL IT'S JUST A SONG VIBE, IT'S NOT REAL DEEP BREATHS))

#tw:demons #end times #New Faith bad ending #Mercutio #Vincente #haha I don't wanna scare anybody #I don't think I could bare it to end my book with this energy anyway #but the song does really have those dark dark vibes

[witheringvoice]

IVVDG

Next one I'm really passionate about writing. This one was inspired by MULTIPLE fanfictions actually. Mostly...TommyInnit's Clinic For Supervillains...and I don't remember which the others were lol. ao3 though. This inspired me to try to write a superpower vigilante, hero, villain, type story. I hate the black and white good and bad type of concept so I've never fully tried to write one before. SO, I decided the main character would have that mindset. Basically, this story follows an orphan, who has no recollection of their past, and who just wants to live a life as peaceful as they can in a world with a system that's getting more and more corrupt by the day. They only made two friends in their childhood, one they were separated from when they were sent back to an orphanage, and the other when they were sent to a group home. They managed to escape and their only mission in life is really to reconnect with them. They've only made two friends since then, a girl, her roommate, and one of her roommate's friends. He sort of adopted her into his family and his brother and father love her, but she's really awkward lol

Anyway, to sum up, the plot line, Amara, the main character, is known as a vigilante even though she isn't, she just has very strong powers and gets caught in the crossfire a lot, so when she does, she tries to be a good samaritan and help people caught in the crossfire or disperse the fight, but since she has strong powers (main characters be like-) and she doesn't want to be tested on or anything or locked away because "she's a danger to society" or some bs, she puts on a mask whenever that happens. How does she always have a mask on her? That's one of her powers. This world, as well as UTOT, has hybrids and shit. She isn't a hybrid. Or at least I haven't decided if she is yet, as far as she knows, she's human with multiple powers. Usually, only hybrids have more than one ability because some types have powers, like phantom hybrids can do ghost things, etc, etc. So she has three powers, all three are quite overpowered especially if you don't know what they are. No one knows what they are, yet. Because in her real life, she acts like she has none, so she doesn't get like taken to some facility or something. Anywho, so she uses that she's known as a vigilante to her advantage to talk to a villain who's known to be like, a giant web of information. He has information on so many things about so many things, and so the story starts out with her contacting him to find one of the two she's looking for.

Through deceit, betrayal, love, family, heartbreak, hatred, and bloodlust, she ends up victorious or broken. I haven't decided which. But, why is it that she keeps finding herself surrounded and swallowed into the world that is, well the hero, villain, and vigilante world? I don't know. But! She starts out, not as an actual vigilante but assumed as one, and she takes a job in the Hero Tower, to decide if she truly wants to be a vigilante cuz they're too fucking corrupt or something. She comes to the conclusion while being persuaded by a few people, to indeed, become a vigilante. But at the end of the story, she's a villain. She wants to get rid of the corruption in the world, so she has to take down the committee. And it's going to be a lovely sight to behold. She also falls in love with a villain, and a hero falls in love with her, ahhhh such a complicated story, well, at the moment it doesn't seem it. But that's because it's hard to explain everything. Once she's an official vigilante she's an unofficial member of a vigilante group known as "The Chaos Trio" while the main supervillains try to persuade her to be a villain and join their group. She refuses for the longest time until she makes a deal with the leader that allows her to be under her own rules, and she can do what she wants, as long as she's allianced with the others. I haven't decided what that will cause, but hehe. Can't wait. She's just officially becoming a vigilante so far, but she has met up with the two people of her past! So...The story is progressing, but not fast enough >:(

Anyway yeah, that story is titled at the moment, Intellect Versus the Vexatious Devil's Game. Long title, I want to change it eventually, but it's better than HVVC aka Hero Villain Vigalante Civilian, the old title. Lol

#random #thoughts #original story

[justfandomwritings]

What do u take requests for?

Hi there friend! Thanks for asking!

I leave things that I am “always accepting requests” for in my bio or in the tagline of my inbox, but as I am a writer notoriously dependent on my dramatic swings in mood and interests to motivate what I write and when, this is an incredibly valid question who’s long form answer changes from day to day.

So I am currently “always” accepting requests for Marvel and Game of Thrones.

But you know what, given my current mood, I will accept requests for the following for the next week, maybe two or three, so if you want to see me write something in any of the following categories jump on it now while I’m in a mood. Those limited time requests are: Good Omens, Stranger Things (but probably only Steve Harrington), Sherlock, Broadchurch, in fact you know what let’s assume that any David Tennant character is up for grabs for the foreseeable future (cause I just rewatched Bad Samaritan and damn I want more David Tennant in my life), and if anyone wants to finally request a Stargate fanfiction, I’ve been waiting my entire life for that.

SO if you would like to make a request for Marvel or GoT, feel free any time. If you would like to make a request for any of the other bolded works, rush it in.

And if you are ever wondering if I am accepting/am still accepting requests for these or any other topics don’t let the tagline of my inbox put you off. Feel free to ask if I’ll take a request for whatever fandom you’re thinking or just ask for a status update of what I feel like writing now.

And PLEASE if there’s one thing I’ve noticed from requests it’s that people often only make them when you share a challenge or when they have a fully formed idea. Please don’t feel like you have to have a fully formed idea. You can just request more of a character or something really vague. I write fanfiction. I’m happy to do my job filling in the blanks. It’s fun!

Don’t be afraid to make requests for any of these!

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #got #game of thrones #got fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #sherlock fanfiction #good omens fanfiction #broadchurch fanfiction #tenth doctor #broadchurch #tenth doctor fanfiction #good omens #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stargate fanfiction #david tennant #david tennant fanfiction #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fanfiction #crowley fanfiction #crowley x reader

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Focus Please (Bad Samaritan Drabble)

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Cale takes care of you when you get a nosebleed.

Fic type: dubious comfort

Bad Samaritan: @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 @madspads @merrilark @jaziona92 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hold there. Yes, like that.” 

You did as you were told, though, to be fair- you always did what you were told when Cale was the one giving you instructions. It would be unwise to disobey him unless you were feeling particularly bratty. 

But being bratty was the last thing on your mind right now with the blood gushing out of your nose like a faucet tap on full blast. If you were a tap, you’d be splashing against the sink and spraying Cale in the face with the jet of water coming out. 

That was a weird analogy, but it was the most accurate thing you could think of. Cale didn’t look particularly impressed by the fact that your brand new pretty outfit he’d bought you for your date tonight was now covered in blood, but it wasn’t your fault either, so he wasn’t properly mad or anything. And besides, it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to get you a new one anyway. 

“Ngghh,” you grumbled nasally, pressing the cold compress to your nose, one hand over his. Cale let out a whisper of a sigh at your theatrics. 

“Stop your whining,” he said, though his eyes flashed with the barest hint of amusement. “Hold this.” 

You took the compress from him, and Cale removed his hand to grab a wet wipe so he could start wiping the mess from your skin. 

The wipe was cold against your chin and neck, trailing down to your collarbones. You didn’t even need to look at him to know the sight of the blood was having an impact on him. The slight shift in his seat was evidence to that effect, too. The soft caress of the wipe instead of an effective brushing motion let you know he was far more concerned with his fantasies than actually cleaning you up.

“Cale, focus please,” you grumbled. Cale’s eyes flicked to yours dangerously, and you shrank under the glare. 

“You know I’ve killed people,” he said matter-of-factly. You nodded. “I’ve never seen this much blood come from a person like this.” 

Your brow twitched, though you were unsure if it was due to nerves or interest. Probably both, if you were completely honest with yourself. 

“Just lucky I guess,” you tried to laugh, but it must have irritated the blood vessels and another little gush of blood spread out along the face washer on the compress. At least it was slowing now. 

Cale just rolled his eyes and continued on with cleaning you up. 

“You’re a menace, you are,” he grumbled. 

“And don’t I know it.” 

#cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #cale #cale erendreich fanfic #bad samaritan fanfic #cale erendreich x y/n

[denaliwrites]

Something Good to Celebrate

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: It's your birthday.

Soundtrack: Birthday by Katy Perry

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich. Y'all know the score by now.

You were pretty sure Cale had forgotten your birthday.

Not that you did all that much to celebrate it, anyway. But you at least expected him to say just the two words, "happy birthday." It was literally the bare minimum. Yet he said nothing as he passed you your morning coffee with a peck to your lips -- your daily routine now that you lived with him.

He continued to say nothing, also your routine, as the two of you got ready for your respective day at work, and even as the two of you parted ways, entering your respective cars and driving off in opposite directions.

Your coworkers remembered.

They awkwardly sang the song, you awkwardly blew out the candles on the cheap and no doubt dry-as-bone storebought cake, and you all awkwardly milled about the meeting room making small talk until your boss declared the party over.

You returned to your desk, and the rest of your day went as it always did. Uneventful. Boring. A little lonely, despite being surrounded by people.

Despite the "party" at your office, the fact it was your birthday meant very little to your boss, who ended up keeping you late -- much later than you'd anticipated.

It was dark when you finally entered your home, something that was unusually reflected in the interior. You wondered if maybe Cale was late too, but that thought quickly died as you realized that there was light -- dim as it was -- coming from the dining room.

You kicked your shoes off and padded into the room, finding the table set for a romantic candlelit dinner. In the center of the table was a vase full of your favorite flowers, surrounded by lit candles. On the end of the table you were nearest to, two place settings for dinner, and on the other a veritable collection of gifts.

Cale was nowhere to be seen, though noises you were sure were him emanated from the kitchen.

And, sure enough, he stepped into view holding two plates, which he set down before greeting you.

You weren't sure what you expected, but him pulling you into a luxurious kiss wasn't it. You were left breathless as he pulled away with a smirk.

"Happy birthday, babe," he all but purred as one of his arms circled your waist and he led you to the nearest chair. You dazedly took your seat, staring at the meal before you.

It was your favorite. You hadn't even known Cale was aware of your favorite meal.

"C-Cale," you whimpered, taking it all in, "this is... it's so much. It's..."

"Ssshh, babe," he told you quietly, taking the seat next to yours, where the other plate sat. It wasn't packed nearly as full as yours, and you couldn't decide if it was due to Cale's usual eating habits, or if it was so there'd be more for you.

"I... thanks," you finally managed, fighting tears. "It's perfect."

"I know," he admitted with a loving sigh. "This isn't even half of it. Wait until you open your gifts."

You couldn't even think about that right now -- you were still reeling from how thoughtful your meal was. If you thought about what waited for you in the mass of boxes and bags and wrapping paper, you'd probably actually cry.

"Thank you, Cale," you said quietly, looking at him meaningfully. "Really. This is... probably the nicest birthday I've ever had."

"I know," he said again, more somberly. "I wanted to give you something worth celebrating this year."

#cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #denali strikes again

[frogtennant]

David Tennant reacts to fans watching Bad Samaritan trailer (x)

#I just watched bad samaritan and wanted to make something #I might gif something from the actual movie tomorrow when I can use a computer #also sorry if the captions are crooked I’m on my phone #anyways I should probably sleep now goodnight #and by sleep I mean fanfiction #mine #gif #david tennant #bad samaritan #cale erendreich #tenth doctor #I can technically tag that since there were people dressed as ten right? #doctor who #also that since it was a doctor who convention?

[bootlegfrank]

ET IN TERRA PAX HOMINIBUS BONAE VOLUNTATIS

Fandom: Bad Samaritan (2018), My Chemical Romance

Mature, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Cale Erendreich/Frank Iero, Cannibalism, Teenage Frank Iero, Minor Violence, Covering Up A Murder, Underage Kissing, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary:

“It’s awfully rude to murder someone on another man’s property, you know,” Cale calls out.

 He could so easily aim his gun at the kid’s forehead, shoot him dead in one swift movement, but something in the boy’s expression stops him. There’s defiance there, plain and clear, no fear and no alarm, just simple annoyance at Cale for interrupting his plans.

#its here! #im so terribly sorry #fanfiction #bad samaritan #cale erendreich #frank iero #dddne #.violence #bootlegfrnk fanfiction #skc frank #cale/frankie

[merrilark]

Hey! I just wanted to stop by to let you know I appreciate you! I remember being so intimidated by you when I first started writing because of how well you capture the characters when rp-ing lol. I’m so glad that I got to know you and I’m glad we’re friends 💖

Oh, Jozzzz, this is so sweet! I'm glad you don't think I'm intimidating anymore! ♥

Although, I was also pretty intimidated by you for the same reasons with fanfiction LOL. You were the first person I saw writing Bad Samaritan fic and it was super cool to see someone else interested in such an underrated film.

So right back at ya! I'm really glad we're buds. :>

#save for a rainy day #jozstankovich #merri answers