#cut him some slack plz

[starwarsbutmakeitgay]

I dont think Obi Wan is grossed out by Anakin eating bugs

(there’s probably thousands of cultures in the galaxy that eats bugs and he likes learning about and appreciating different cultures)

I think he’s grossed out by the way Anakin eats bugs.

Uncooked, unseasoned, unprepared, a l i v e.

it’s probably the equivalent to seeing someone eat a chicken while its alive with all its feathers still on.

Just yuck. Like out of all the ways he could eat them he eats them like that

#obi wan has to suffer through all of anakins gross quirks #its from trauma obi cut him some slack plz #but also anakin u should really be cooking ur food #season ur dam bugs dude #star wars #star wars fandom #sw fandom #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #anakin and obi wan

[janitorhutcherson]

Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)

hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!

summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam

warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!

word count: 2,925

nsfw after the cut!!

You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.

...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.

Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up. 

Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.

"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.

"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?" 

His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows. 

"Use your words," he demanded. 

"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes. 

"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.

"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.

"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.

He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.

“You know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,” he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasn’t fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.

“Poor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be ‘Mikey’s little slut,’ weren’t you? That’s what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?” he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.

“Awh, don’t be mad, princess,” he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “You really think I’m done with you?”

With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mike’s hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.

“’M about to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.

“You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,” he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.

“Fuck, Mikey, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.

“Cum for me, baby,” Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,” he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mike’s cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mike’s moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, feels so good,” he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.

“You always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,” you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you, of course I want to make sure ‘m taking care of you,” he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. “Thank you for letting me… you know.. blow off some steam,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Of course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.

“I just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. I’m so used to having to fight that I don’t know how to shut up and listen,” he mumbled. “It was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning… I just.. I don’t know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?” he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.

“I love you, Mike, so much. And I’m so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just… thank you,” you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.

“I love you, princess, you don’t even know how much,” he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.

“Oh, and baby?” he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Wear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.” You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.

When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks you’d left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someone’s eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldn’t think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.

#josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson imagine #mike schmidt smut #olderbf!mike

[orchidsangel]

"NORMAL" FOR YOU (JASON TODD)

notes/cw ~ GN!reader, fluff, minorish angst (idk to me it's minor), has been renamed, (also this is only my second time ever writing in second person, i'm still learning so plz cut me some slack)

It’s 4:36 in the morning when the soft thud of boots landing on the fire escape outside your apartment interrupts the sleep you were finally starting to slip into; and it’s 4:37 when the window in your bedroom is pried open by large gloved hands, followed by the maneuvering of a large figure through said window.

Even with increased agility from years of training, he still manages to knock over a couple of the trinkets occupying your windowsill; and even though you can feel how tired he is from feet away, he still picks each item up off the floor, examining the objects for cracks or breaks before placing them back in their rightful spots.

“I don’t know why you keep coming through that window.” Drowsiness drips from your voice, but you know it’s nothing compared to what he’s feeling. “I cleared off the one in the living room to avoid this exact situation.” 

“Coming in this way is just better.” 

“Yeah, maybe for you, but not for my stuff.” 

A breathy laugh escapes his lips, and he walks over to your side of the bed, placing his knee on the edge and his hands beside your head. His palms dig into the plush cotton of the pillows and blankets around you, and he hovers for a second, before dipping down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I like when you’re the first thing I see after patrol.” 

You look up at him to see the sleazy smile you know is on his face, but all you can focus on is the exhaustion evident in his features. Bags under his eyes and deep-set lines that would disappear with a couple of nights of good sleep riddle his face, and your mouth turns downward in a frown as you think about how badly he needs a night off.

He notices the way you react to the effects of his nightly activities and immediately gauges what's on your mind. “I can't,” he says, pulling back from you, standing up and turning around, starting the process of removing his tactical gear.

You suck in a tense breath, the sudden change in atmosphere giving you whiplash.

You watch his back as he removes the multiple layers of protective clothing that keep him coming home to you.

“Can’t what?” It’s a dumb question that you both know the answer to and have always known the answer to. 

It’s a dumb question that you both know the answer to, but you ask anyway even though the answer remains the same and has remained the same since you found out about his ‘occupation.'

He lets out a sigh, moving towards the dresser and opening a drawer to find some pajamas. 

“I can’t take a night off.” He lets his head drop, hands gripping the knobs, “and I can’t give you the life that you want…the normal life that you deserve.” The words come out strained, like they’re paining him, and they’re definitely paining you. 

You refrain from saying anything, knowing that when he gets like this it’s better to give him some time to let his rationale come back instead of trying to sway his thoughts.

A beat of silence goes by, and he pulls out some clean clothes then disappears into the bathroom across the hallway, not before gently closing the bedroom door behind him, ever the considerate boyfriend, even in his self-loathing moments.

The back of your head hits the pillow behind you, and you exhale lightly. Eyes drooping and body feeling heavy, you pull the blanket up to your neck and try to let sleep takeover. 

A few minutes pass before the soft sound of hinges squeaking interrupts the silence around you, and Jason shuffles around the room, quietly locking the window and putting stuff away.

The bed dips and he climbs under the covers, sliding one arm under your head and the other over your hip. Even in a sleepy, semi-agitated state you readily accept his warmth as a safety net.

“I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t want to be.”

You feel him sigh against the back of your head, pulling you as close to him as possible, “I know.”

“Do you really?” You say slowly, fighting sleep. “Because it often feels like you don’t.” 

No response.

“I don’t know what you think ‘normal’ is Jason, but if it doesn’t include you then I don’t want it.” 

“I’m sorry," He whispers tentatively.

And your heart aches knowing the amount of love you give him may never be enough to heal the deep wounds leftover from years of being made to feel like a burden.

“You don’t have to apologize, but you do need to stop questioning my decision-making skills.” Your body shifts in his arms so you’re face to face with him, “I could do a whole lot worse than you.”

He lets out a wry chuckle that hides some sadness in it, “yeah…you’re right.” 

You hum, satisfied with his lack of protest, and open your eyes long enough to see a content look on his face, before closing them once more.

For a few minutes you lay in silence wrapped in his arms, reveling in the comfort of each other's company.

But eventually you lose the battle to sleep, and your brain drifts off into a dream land. Everything in the world around you is temporarily gone while you explore the expanse of your subconscious, and a world where Jason takes a night off every once in a while.

“I love you.” He says quietly, barely audible.

And he knows you don’t hear it, so he’ll say it again in the morning; and every morning after that as long as you’re by his side.

#divider by cafekitsune #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #jason todd fic #jason todd i’ll love you forever

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 21 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You toss and turn, of course, utterly unable to sleep.

Your body does not get the memo that it’s a bad idea to fuck a man like John Wick, who is a killer who is holding you prisoner, and refuses to simmer down. You are uncomfortably swollen between your legs, your pussy aching with frustration, and in the wee hours of the morning you are certain you are about to lose your goddamn fucking mind.

 How is he really going to fucking know?

This is the stupid little thought that plays through your tired brain as you writhe beneath the covers, running hands up over your torso, pretending they are his.

Imagining his touch tweaking the sensitive tips of your nipples, his fingers buried inside you, seeking that sensitive place that drives you wild.

Yours are too soft, too small, not long enough or thick enough by half.

You try to trick yourself that it’s his unrelenting touch circling your clit, furious in his claiming of your pleasure as his own…

It’s not enough by half, and the release that washes over you is a paltry consolation at best, a weak pleasure that you know is a sad facsimile of the real thing. Still, you can’t stop yourself from sighing his name, and how has he mind-fucked you so royally in such a short amount of time?

It pisses you off, and in a last act of defiance for the night you flip off the camera high in the corner.

He’s probably not watching anyway. He’s probably asleep, snug in his bed with Dog, the bastard.

Feeling sad and not really sated at all, you curl into a ball and try to finally get some rest. It’s lonely in this big bed all by yourself, and by the time sleep finally claims you your pillow is damp with tears.

-When finally you wake in the morning, you are cold. The covers are down around your waist, and your shoulders ache, your arms at an odd angle out in front of you.

You never sleep like this.

There’s something on your wrists.

You open your eyes, blinking away the blur of sleep. Your vision focuses on something red.

A very neat line of shibari style knots encircles your wrists and half your forearms. They would have been beautiful, in a different setting. Like, not on your body, without your consent.

They’re not so tight to cut off your circulation, but they’re not exactly comfortable either. You strain against the silk rope, and find you can’t budge them.

You are so fucked.

“I warned you.”

John is sitting in the chair in the corner, watching you. He’s wearing all black again, a button down and slacks this time. Looking his best for you, or does he have somewhere to be? It’s not something you would have paid attention to before, but this morning, you can’t help but fixate on the fact that he’s wearing a leather belt.

Because you’re an idiot, you snipe anyway, “Wow, looks like someone earned his merit badge in macramé.”

He just smirks at you, the beautiful bastard.

“I’ve got more than a badge, honey.”

“Very funny. Untie me.”

“You’ll have to earn it, bad girl.”

Your heart skitters around in your chest as you wonder what that means.

He goes on, “Did you really think I wouldn’t see you last night?”

“Guess I assumed you’d be sleeping. It was way past your bedtime.”

He scoffs at the old man dig, leaning forward on his knees, fixing you with that hawkish gaze. “I found out I only sleep well with you in my arms, darling. Wouldn’t that have been nice last night?”

Yes, it would have. However, you just frown at him.

“So, was it worth it?” he pushes.

You sigh, half tempted to tell him how utterly unsatisfying your little session of self-indulgence had been. Rather than answer him, you look at the knots again. They really are beautiful. It makes you think of the book binding shop you’d visited in Florence, and the complicated stitches and knots they used to affix the signatures of pages together.

This man likes binding all kinds of things, it seems.

“Are you hungry?”

Only then do you notice that he has a plate of breakfast foods on the little table beside him. Eggs, toast, and bacon. A little plastic cup that might be water or juice. Your tummy answers with a rumble. Dog did eat your dinner last night, and John never offered you a replacement sandwich. At the time you’d been too worked up about…everything, to care.  

“Maybe.”

He huffs a little laugh at you. “Come here.” He pats his knee, and you realize he wants you to sit on his lap—so he can feed you. A little growl in the back of your throat escapes you, and it only makes his smirk widen.

“God, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”

“I’m not hungry,” you grouse.

You are starving, and you both know it.

“Come. Here.”

There’s that chilling tone of voice again. It does not fail to fill your veins with ice, your heart skipping a beat before skittering irregularly in your chest. You’ve come to understand that it means playtime is over.

You are so fucked.

It is awkward, getting out of the bed with your wrists tied like this. You almost fall on your face, your foot getting tangled in the sheet. From John’s forbidding expression, you don’t think he would have caught you from hitting the floor this time.

You are still only dressed in the thin nightie, and the air is cold on your skin. Your nipples tighten, forming sharp peaks beneath the fabric, the silk lending agonizing friction that makes you want to press your thighs to relieve some of the sudden ache between them.

Last night so did not help you with this problem, and John’s eyes fixating on them does not help either, and you wonder if you’ll be in trouble when you stain his neat looking pants leg with your slick after sitting on him.

“Come here,” he says again, his tone much gentler this time.

Defeated, you shuffle forward, letting him guide you to perch on his knee with a hand on your hip. You barely manage to suppress a shudder as possessively his hand slides just under your skirt, resting on the warm pillow of your thigh. His long fingers are so close to your center, but he makes no move, letting you stew in it.

Bastard.

Only then do you turn to look at him, finding his gaze fixed on your face. “Good morning.”

When you say nothing in return he lifts one eyebrow, and you swear, this man will be the death of you out of frustration alone.

“Good morning,” you finally return, hating the meek timbre of your tone.

“Do you like scrambled eggs?” You nod, and he scoops up a forkful. You notice the fork is plastic, and you wonder if its for your safety, or for his.

He’s clearly never seen Hot Tub Time Machine.

“I would have taken you to breakfast in Venice, but someone had to run away.”

“Well, someone was an insufferable prig the night before,” you return primly, wondering what punishment this will earn you, unable to stop yourself from saying it anyway. He actually smirks at this, though his grip tightens a bit in warning on your thigh. Not enough to hurt, but oh.

You are definitely leaving a wet spot on his trousers, and you hate yourself a little more for it.

You finish your breakfast bite by bite like the good girl you’re apparently not. It was good, if not the weirdest seating arrangement you’ve ever endured. You tremble inside, as you wonder what he has in mind for you next, now that your energy is up and you are trussed like a holiday goose for his pleasure.

You couldn’t be more surprised, than when he deposits you on the bed, kisses your cheek, and bids you, “Have a nice day, sweetie.”

“Wait!” you exclaim, whirling as he is already halfway to the door, swinging his suit jacket about his broad shoulders. “Where are you going?”

“Out.”

You hate it, that hearing this fills you with panic. “Are you coming back?”

“Do you want me to come back?” There is a dangerous glitter in those dark eyes, and you know that is a question loaded with fourteen in the clip and one in the chamber.

You decide on, “I want you to untie me.” Holding up your wrists as exhibit A.

He shrugs a little, and you know that was not the answer he wanted. “Maybe later.” Then he sweeps out of the room, leaving you staring dumbfounded at the door where he’d just been. The man is like a fucking ghost.  

“Bastard!”

You hope he hears you, but you suspect the epithet falls on deaf ears.

-Your first order of business, of course, is trying to undo these beautiful fucking knots. Unfortunately for you, they are tight, and secure, and John was smart enough to make the finishing hitch with the end tails on the opposite side of your wrist where you cannot easily reach them with your teeth.

Sonofabitch.

If he’d left you Dog for company you could have enlisted the pooch’s formidable chompers, perhaps, but no dice on that one.

Fine.

You sit under the covers for a while, because you’re cold. You try to read, but it is infuriatingly difficult to turn the pages of a book and read comfortably with your hands like this.

You are certain lunch time comes and goes, without a peep out of John.

Did he actually leave you?

You hate it, how the thought makes a trill of panic vibrate in your chest.

Fine. It’s fucking fine.

He thinks he can break you with alone time? You? You are the Queen of Introversion. You can go for days without human interaction, happily, so long as you have a sketchbook or a book. Bring it on, Mr. Wick.

He left you the water cup with the straw, and boy is that an adventure to refill in the bathroom when you’re thirsty.

Going pee without making a mess is no small feat either.

You pace the room, just to get some exercise. You look out the window, watching the birds in the trees.

You laugh to yourself, banging your head against the bulletproof glass. How funny, that you’d once fancied yourself Jane Eyre, when it turned out you were destined to be Mad Bertha locked up in the attic by Rochester all along.  

You hate to admit it, but by the time the sun is starting to set behind the trees you are going stir crazy with wondering where the fuck he is.

It’s definitely not because you miss him.

It’s just…these fucking ropes, of course. It’s not those burning dark eyes, or those large sure hands, or that sturdy long body he likes to press to yours. It’s not that the silence of the room feels empty without his deep voice, even if he’s using it to taunt you.

It is late by the time you hear the locks on the door whir, and you have been sitting in your nest in bed feeling listless and way too sorry for yourself. You are half out of your mind with boredom, and your shoulders and elbows ache at the joints from the restraints at your wrist. You try not to show it, but you are ready to climb up the fucking walls.

Like he might have some inkling of this, John pays you a knowing smile, assuming his seat with the confidence of a king in his throne room. He snaps and pats his thigh, no words this time, expecting you to obey.

Someday, you are going to make him pay for this.

But now…there’s nothing for it but to play his twisted game.

He’s prepared some kind of stir-fry tonight, with vegetables, beef, and rice. You are starving by now, and it smells heavenly.

Again, the food is good, simple but filling. He feeds you forkful by forkful with a careful tenderness that could make you weep. Your time with John is like a game of Russian Roulette. Spin the wheel, which John shall you receive this minute?

It’s easy to hate Mean John. Insufferable Ass Hat John, could drive you to murder. But Sweet John? You would do anything, for Sweet John, and you’re afraid he knows it too.

It’s only been a day, really. Is that right? A day? And already, you feel yourself slipping into the mould he’s fashioned for you.

Perhaps in a knee-jerk attempt to counter this, you ask, “Did you used to play this game with Helen?”

He freezes with the fork halfway to your lips, his hand underneath your skirt with his dead wife’s name in your mouth.  

You meant to throw him off, but as far as you can tell, all it earns you is a scoff. “No.”

“Why not?”

He actually seems to consider your question, toying with the food again, re-loading the fork with a different bite. “I was never afraid she would leave me. Funny, how that worked out.”

You feel like he’s handed you an important piece of information. Emboldened by his quietness, you dare push, “And…what do you think she’d think, about what you’re doing to me now?”

“I’d say she lost her vote, when she left me.” The indifference is gone; this is delivered with a stinging bitterness, and you realize he blames her for leaving him. There’s a clue in this too, and you feel like the solution to all this is an illusive thing hovering just barely out of your grasp. If you can find just the right words, push just the right buttons…maybe you can bring him back to sanity?

“She never would have left you on purpose, John. She got sick. You’ve got to forgive her.”

And accept you can’t control everyone around you. Then preferably, untie me! motherfucker.

The only indication he gives that you’ve upset him is the tightening of his fingers digging into your thigh. You’re going to have bruises, but if he’s actually processing what you’re saying, it’s a price you’ll gladly pay.

He just continues to push the medley of food around on the plate, shaking his head in silence. Disappointed in his nonreaction to your question, you sullenly accept the next bite.

Three seconds later, your mouth is on fire.

You squeal with panic, leaning for the plate to spit it out. But John’s big hand clamps over your mouth, a hard glint in his eyes, and you know you’re going to have to swallow it. It takes three tries, but you manage, tears streaming from the corner of your eyes.

You can do moderately spicy food, but that was just fucking diabolical.

“What the fuck?” you hiss between coughs.

“I knew you’d have something smart to say tonight.”

You try to reach for the water cup with its stupid little straw and your stupidly bound-together hands, but John sets it out of reach. “Oh my god, please?”

He speaks calmly, as though the lining of your mouth is not being eaten away like you took a bite of rice laced with battery acid. “You keep speaking about Helen like you knew her. I suggest you cut it out. Unless you would like all your meals seasoned like this.”

You blow a long breath of air over your tongue. It only sort of helps.

Mother. Fucker.

You glare daggers, but for now, you’re wise enough (broken enough?) to keep your epithets to yourself.

He sits back in the chair to regard you, tossing the fork into what’s left on the plate. You’re still hungry, but you’ll be damned if you eat anymore from that dish. You flinch as he reaches for you, though he is not cruel as he grips your hair at the base of your head. Just…exacting, and he guides you to perch on the edge of the chair between his legs, your bare ass fitted against his crotch.

It feels good as he starts to braid your hair, a jarring contrast to the pain still simmering in your mouth. You whimper a little, despite yourself, arching into him behind you. You didn’t even mean to, really, but it wins you a low groan that fills you with forbidden warmth.

This is so fucked.

Nothing you’ve experienced in your life has prepared you for handling this.

When he finishes he wraps the new handle of your plaited hair in his fist, pulling you back against his chest. He is warm, and solid, and you fail royally as you try not to enjoy this contact. It’s ridiculous, but all you really want is for him to hold you.

He speaks against the shell of your ear, his other hand lightly encircling your throat. “I’ll never let you leave me.”

Your heart drums frantically in your chest; he means business. You can just tell, there is an unyielding hardness in his tone that somehow wasn’t quite there before. You thought you could reason with this man, but maybe you were wrong, or maybe you only succeeded in pushing his sanity the other way, further into the red.

Maybe there’s nothing left to reason with, and that is the thing that finally, truly scares you.

“Maybe you need something else to fill up that sassy mouth.”

With his improvised handle he guides you down to sit between his splayed legs. Your eyes are drawn to the newly erected tent in his pants, that formidable bulge that should be the stuff of your nightmares, but still inspires a maddening longing inside you.

Why do you have to feel so empty, when he’s near?

Frustrated by the unfairness of it all, you glare daggers up at him. You know what he’s angling to extort out of you, of course. It makes you sad, but not for the reason he might have expected. It makes you sad, because you would have rubbed your knees raw sucking him off, if he’d just asked you nicely.

“Thanks, but I’m full.”

He snorts at that. “Yeah? Someone doesn’t want her hands untied that badly.”

Now, that is something you want, and maybe you’re willing to play with that on the table. You’ve never thought of yourself as someone who is easily led, but he is good at manipulating you. It makes you wonder if any of it was ever real, or if this is just a game he’s been playing with you from day one.

The thought makes you sigh, and you rest your cheek on his lean thigh, closing your eyes.

He looks down at you like you’re a puzzle he’s not quite sure how to solve.

Welcome to the club, Mr. Wick.

“Were you planning this all along?” you ask. “When you were so sweet to me? Am I that fucking stupid that I didn’t see this coming?” Obviously, from the clothes in the closet, he’d hoped you’d come stay with him at some point, but all the rest? It feels spontaneous, like the way something hard can suddenly crack with too much pressure. But then again, maybe just because it took you by such fucking surprise.

He strokes your hair, and that gentle touch just makes it worse somehow. You feel the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, because that gentleness is all you wanted from him. The ironic part is that he wouldn’t have had to do any of this shit, just to keep you.

You do not love easily, but once you do…it is a total, and all-consuming thing.

“I don’t know,” he answers begrudgingly. “I just…couldn’t let you leave me.”

You think about how he’d been an orphan. He’d lost his parents. He’d lost his wife. He’d lost his dog. He’d gone on a rampage and slaughtered an entire Russian Bratva…for the loss of a dog.

In perspective you guess he’d actually behaved rather tamely, at the threat of losing you. This man does nothing by halves, and the only thing John Wick fears, it seems, is losing those he loves.

Is that what he’d meant, when he said his love was a curse?

It doesn’t excuse it, but there is a key somewhere in that, you reason. A key to freedom, or the gates of Hell, you’re not really sure.

You do your best to blink away your tears. Maybe it’s stupid, because you’re not half as tough as he is, but you don’t really want him to see you cry.

He lets you sit like that for as long as you want, stroking your hair. It’s almost sweet, and it gives you time to collect yourself.

Someday, he’s going to figure out it’s best not to give you a chance to plot your next move. It occurs to you that maybe you have one last card to play.

You sit up slowly on your knees between his legs, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze weighing upon your skin. You reach for his belt, brushing his erection through his pants, his manhood twitching in anticipation. For just a second, he allows himself to close his eyes.  

Maybe you have power too. You just have to figure out how to use it here, and maybe not lose you mind over how thick and wonderful he just felt beneath your hand. That unhelpful pulsing between your legs casts its vote. You try to unobtrusively squeeze your thighs for some relief, but you fear this man sees everything.  

Good for you, that your voice sounds almost steady. “I have to say, you’re a brave man, Mr. Wick.”

It is not easy to work the buckle of his belt with your hands bound like this, but somehow you manage, even pulling it from its loops. You fight the urge to throw the damn thing across the room, but settle for resting it at his feet.

“How do you figure?”

“Well...” You flip open the top button of his pants, your fingers shaking slightly. “If we are engaging in that time-honored exchange of a favor for a blowjob... and you just essentially carpet bombed my mouth with napalm...wow, you do like to live dangerously.”

He sits still as a statue for a good few moments, weighing what you’re telling him, gauging if the capsaicin would transfer through your saliva to what is arguably the most sensitive area of his body. You’re 98 percent certain they would, and a part of you hopes he’ll opt to try it even after you warn him.

It would make for a neat little slice of revenge.

But then, what you really want is out of these ropes, and you hope your honesty will win you some points with him.

In the end he catches your hands, as you are awkwardly trying to work his zipper.

“Maybe we'll skip that for now.”

“You sure? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

He narrows his eyes down at you, and you wonder if you’re inventing it, or is there a glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes?

“In my other pants.” 

In the end he pulls you back up into his lap with a grumble.

You suspect you’ve only delayed the inevitable, but you feel some satisfaction for your little coup.

“I’ll be back,” he tells you, (threatens you?), depositing you on the bed, gathering the dishes and sweeping out of the room. You have a feeling this interaction was not half as satisfying as he’d hoped it would be.

Well, good.

Bastard.

-When he returns, he brings you a cup of milk. Though most of the pain from the chilis has already subsided by now, you accept it for the calorie count if anything.

“Are you alright?” he asks with a hand on your cheek, looking you over appraisingly.

Thinking this might be your best moment, you lift your bound hands with a pitiful pout, blinking your eyelashes innocently.

“Will you untie me now?” you ask in your sweetest tone, words loaded with contrition.  

“You think you’ve earned it?” he asks, and you sense this is a perilous path you’re approaching.

“I’ve been good.”

“Hmm.”

“Come on. I mouthed off. You punished me. You had your fun. And rather than give in to my initial vindictive impulses, I saved you from a very uncomfortable evening. It’s the least you can do.”

He actually chuckles at this, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He seems softened by your bright little tirade, but then this man’s mood can change on a dime.

“And, it’s starting to hurt,” you add.

It’s not a lie, and it seems that is the thing that makes him pause.

“You don’t like my knot work?”

Your heart lodges in your throat, and you know you must proceed with caution, or you’ll be wearing this shit for a week at least.

“Your knots are very fine, Mr. Wick.”

Your captor practically purrs at hearing that, a low rumbling sound from deep in his chest, his hand burying in your hair. It sends a tingling thrill all across your scalp.

You’ve come to reluctantly love his fixation with grabbing your mane.

You really are losing your mind.

“I’ll make you a deal, kitten.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll untie you…if you will take a bath with me.” His tone is the low rumble of a jungle cat, and your heart leaps into your throat. You knew this was coming, eventually. Maybe you just didn’t expect it tonight.

Looking back, you’re not sure why.

“NowI get to see you?”

You are still puzzling over the way he’d outright prevented you from undressing him, in Venice. It was almost like he’d been afraid, and you don’t understand at all. He’s fucking gorgeous, and you’re pretty sure he knows it. So…why?

“I told you, you weren’t ready then.”

You suspect the real answer is that he wasn’t ready, but for once, you don’t contradict him.

He runs a finger down the line of his neat knots that are starting to bite into your flesh. It’s starting to affect the feeling in your fingers, and you know that can’t be good.

“So? What do you say?”

You crane your neck to look up at him, drinking in the lines of his handsome face, his straight nose and proud lips, and the delicately drawn sweep of his eyes. Even with the shadow of a black eye, courtesy of you, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. You shouldn’t want him, after everything he’s done to you. You shouldn’t, but you feel yourself inevitably drawn to him, like the moon pulls the tide.

You feel like you’re signing a piece of your soul away to the devil on the dotted line, when at last you nod.

He puts a hand to his ear with a smirk. “What was that?”

Your groan comes out like a growl.

“You have a deal, Mr. Wick, sir.”

His low rumble of approval gives you chills, and when he turns your face up to kiss you sweetly you utterly melt beneath his hands, jarred by the contrast from earlier, but not questioning it. You bask in the press of his soft lips, greedy for his tenderness, hoping stupidly that this is the way things will be from now on. Then you yelp with surprise as suddenly he scoops you up with his hands on your thighs, carrying you into the bathroom.  

#please enjoy this absolute chonk of a chapter #you guys have earned it! #i loooove you!!!! #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #john wick fic #keanu reeves x reader #bittersweet john wick imagine #yandere john wick x you #yandere john wick #yandere

[happy-beeeps]

Body Shots

Pairing: Rex x socialite!reader

Summary: Rex gets absolutely sloshed drunk with the help of the 501st, this is like partly crack partly fluff partly hysterics

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: language, alcohol, nothing explicit but there's some references to NSFW content so minors plz stay away ty, also I lifted like 4 sentences from an episode of Parks and Rec because it just made sense

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you came to 79’s tonight, but it certainly wasn’t this.

You’re in an impossibly tiny two piece set, nearly dripping in glitter and diamonds, catching the eyes of almost everyone in the bar. You never mind the attention you get here, but especially not here, amongst so many people you’d consider friends. Sure, some of the Shinies might not know who you are yet, aside from what they see on the holomags, but for the most part, it’s all smiles and waves before you find the booth your boys have occupied. Today, though, it’s a different scene than normal. “Come quick,” the message from Kix had said, “The Captain is in rare form tonight.”

Rex is sitting in the center of the bench with a few empty glasses directly in front of him. The boys are smushed in beside him, and you realize you couldn’t even sit if you tried. “Hi boys!” You shout and they whoop and shout your name in response. Rex looks up at you from his glass and his eyes widen, he goes slack jawed. 

“Kriff, you look incredible,” he swoons, eyes threatening to bug out of his head as he brings his fist up to his mouth. “‘M the luckiest guy in this bar.” He mumbles, and he’s fighting a losing battle trying to keep his eyes from floating down your chest to the miniscule collection of diamonds that you’re wearing as a top. Ah. Rex is getting drunk. You smile at your Captain and blow him a kiss, before leaning down and dipping your head over to Tup, seated at your left. 

“How’d this happen?”

“We got lucky on sabacc, thought we oughtta treat our captain after that last trip off system.” He grins and pumps his hand in the air, and the rest of the boys lift up their glasses of beer in response. “He’s still got a ways to go, but when the captain finally does cut loose, he cuts loose.” 

You smile, and look back at Rex, who's fallen into conversation with Jesse as he nurses a drink that from the looks of it is definitely not beer. He sees you look at him and cuts Jesse off mid sentence to address you, smiling the whole time, “I told them it was ok, I mean, I didn’t think. We don’t have anything tomorrow do we? I can stop right now.” He sputters, and you find it so very endearing. 

Reaching across the table, you go to cup his cheek and he leans into your touch. Not normally one for PDA, he’s like a loth cat now practically melting into your hand. “Honey, the only thing you and I have planned for tomorrow is going to be some very greasy breakfast delivery.” 

You realize now that you’ve never seen Rex drunk. Buzzed? Sure. But it’s normally you he’s hauling over his shoulder and pulling into a cab before you wrangle him to bed. He deserves this time with you and this time with his brothers, to just relax and enjoy leave. You haven’t gotten to talk to him about their last mission, but from what he said, it didn’t sound great. 

You’re simmering with excitement as you back away from the table, make a show of walking over to the bar, swaying your hips and nearly skipping the whole. You approach and get the attention of the server, a sweet Togruta woman you’ve gotten to know well. “Those boys over there?” you point to the booth the 501st is occupying, “tonight, they’re drinking on me.” You slap the heavy metal card on the table, as well as a fair amount of credits for the woman who will be inevitably dealing with more than just your drunk clones. She grins and starts pouring a round of shots, before handing you the drink you ordered, a sparkling mint green in a glass with a long stem. She follows you back to the table and Fives and Kix move out and make room for you to sit next to Rex, his hand making a beeline to rest on your thigh. You set the drink down in front of you and look at them, “drinks are on me tonight, consider it a thank you for getting this one to loosen up.” You wink, and the air is suddenly filled with the sound of clinking glasses, cheersing, and expletives. 

“I’m the luckiest Captain in this whole karking bar!”

“This is a nice touch,” Rex says, fiddling with the dark blue bracelets you have stacked on your wrist. 

“Just like these boys to know where my loyalty lies, Captain.”

He throws his head back and chuckles, before it rolls back around to rest on his shoulder. The rest of the boys have made their way to the dance floor or the bar, leaving you and Rex alone. This mission wasn’t nearly as long as others, maybe a week, but you both seem so needy for each other right now, it’s taking every fiber of your being to not climb into his lap. Rex is feeling it too, you can tell, his longing stares and wandering hands are proof of that. You’ve both drank a fair bit since you got here, and you’re beginning to wonder how you both are getting home. Rex is toying with the hem of your skirt under the table, mumbling under his breath about the fabric. 

“What did you say?”

“I said it’s shiny,” he says, before shimmying up out of the booth and stretching an arm out to you. “Would you like to dance?” He asks, and nearly jumps at how fast you shoot out of your seat.

“With you? Always.”

Rex isn’t shy. He’s tall and proud and has a laugh that sounds like a canon if you can get him going. He likes to order extra hot sauce at Dex’s (you think he likes the attention) and no one can tell you that scratching hash marks into his armor for the number of battles he’s won isn’t asking for a little pomp and circumstance. Still, he doesn’t usually indulge in PDA aside from a hand on the small of your back or grasping your hand under a table. Once, after a really rough mission he met you in a room off the landing pad, placing kisses all around your face, and someone might have walked by. That’s about as much as you get, but you’re okay with it, because the second the doors shut you know you have his complete undivided attention. Now, on the floor of 79’s, he’s different, like he’s been stuck in Jakku with no water and you’re an oasis. His hands are roaming your body, pulling you close to his chest as he presses warm kisses down your throat before landing at your jaw. “Eager today, aren’t we?” You laugh as you turn from him, taking a step back to shimmy your body and lift your arms in the air. He sighs and stumbles back a step, clasping a hand over his heart before reaching for you again, to which you happily oblige. 

“I missed you, you know.” He murmurs, hands grabbing at the exposed skin of your lower back.

“I know, I missed you too,” you sigh as you press against his plastoid covered chest.

“Need to be better. About telling you how much you mean to me.”

“Rex, you already tell me plenty-”

“Nah, I don’t,” He takes a hand of yours and lifts it up, giving you just the right momentum to spin in place before he stops you, catching you in his arms. “Girl like you should be reminded of it every day.”

There’s a small movement to respond on your part, a slight opening of your lips that he takes an invitation, catching your jaw in his gloved hand and pulling you into him, his lips crashing on to yours. You move together like two stars drawn together in orbit, the familiar feeling of his mouth against yours the brightest beacon to home you’ll ever need. He pulls back, leaving your lips swollen and red, before placing his forehead to yours, searching your eyes for the words he’s saying in his head. I love you.

Forget seeing Rex drunk, you’re now seeing Rex plastered. Or are you? You stopped counting your own drinks when Jesse came back from the fresher claiming a stomach ache and promised he’d make sure the two of you got home. You’ve both drank more, you beat Fives at a drinking game so complicated you were convinced he made it up on the spot. Kix has already cried into your shoulder about how pretty he finds the stunningly violet Twi’lek standing at the bar, and you’ve already stumbled over to them and dragged them to a table with Kix, “You’ve gotta meet me friend, ‘s so sweet.” Fives and Rex are back at it, playing a drinking game that involves a tossed credit and a bunch of dares. You’re sure you’ll never forget the image of Rex singing Sy Snootles’ newest song to the whole bar, and Fives is sitting with one of your large, dangly earrings on his ear, fished out from the purse you left at the booth. Funnily enough, you don’t remember him having any piercings. You walk over just as the two of them have flipped the credit and watch as it lands face up, a sight that makes Rex’s skin pale and brings a sparkle so bright to Fives’ eyes you barely even hear what you’re agreeing to.

So that’s how you found yourself here, surrounded by the Republic's finest, laying on a grimey table in the middle of 79’s while the 501st hollers as Rex holds the shot glass next to you. You’re tingling, and you can’t help but giggle as you look at Rex’s face, his drunken lopsided grin as he holds it up to you. “We’re gonna regret this in the morning.” He slurs and you shake your head, or the whole top half of your body, your fine motor skills aren’t what they were two hours ago. There’s one or two civvies mixed in with your crowd, an absolutely towering Zabrak woman and the Twi’lek from earlier is standing with Kix. With a nod from you, the captain pours the liquor into your naval and deftly brings his mouth to your stomach to slurp it out. You don’t miss the kiss he presses to the side of your stomach afterwards, and you roll your eyes as he puts his arms in the air. 

“THE 501ST ARE BACK BABY!” One of the troopers shouts, and Rex pulls you off the table before carrying your bridal style in his arms towards the door. Jesse runs to follow you out the door, grabbing your card, purse, and Rex’s helmet in his hands. He flags down the first cab he sees and deposits you both in it, before handing the driver a bunch of credits and reminding him to “hose down the backseat.”

* * *

“Are we dead? I think we’re dead.”

“I feel okay actually, I went and finished a mission report this morning and went on a run with General Skywalker.”

“Really?”

“No. I threw up in the bushes outside your building last night.”

You open your eyes and carefully roll over to face Rex, who’s running his hands across his face. 

“Anyway, good morning princess,” he breaths, stretching his arms and then motioning for you to move in. You happily oblige, finding a home in the crook of his arm and leaning your head on his chest, soaking up the warmth and the sound of his heartbeat. “What did we drink last night?”

“What didn’t we, remind me to murder Tup” you scoff, and push yourself up to swing your legs over the bed, reeling a bit as you do. You stand slowly, finding your way into the kitchen and not stopping until you’ve found two glasses of water and CeeDee. “Please order us every breakfast item on the menu at Dex’s for immediate delivery,” you say to your droid, and before she can respond you speak again, “CeeDee. I mean everything.”

This is how you find yourself less than an hour later sitting perched between Rex’s legs in bed, slicing away at flatcakes and eggs, pieces of bacon and warm toast with saltberry jam, and greasy starch fries. There’s caf too, and you’re both clinging to each other and the cups like your lives depend on them.

“I’m getting too old for this.” Rex groans, leaning back to rest his back on your headboard.

“Please, when you get to be my age,” you joke, following his lead and leaning back on his chest. He rolls his eyes and laughs before taking the caf out of both his and your hands, closing his arms around your shoulders. He puts his head on your chin and you shimmy a little to press a kiss to his cheek. “I like waking up with you.” you sigh, and relax a bit.

“Me too,” he squeezes you tighter, “like going to sleep with you too.” He smirks, and memories of the night come back to you in flashes. Wandering hands on the dance floor, a kiss in the backseat of the cab, the disappearance of your sparkly top on your bedroom floor.

You both stay like this for a while, just enjoying the early morning sounds and the quiet company of your lover. You reach your arms out to scratch an itch on your chest when you feel it, the stick of the shirt you’ve stolen from Rex on your stomach. You reach your hand underneath and tap the offending area, and realize that your stomach reeks of liquor.

“Rex… why does my stomach smell like a liquor cabinet?”

He’s silent for a beat, as if wracking his brain to remember spilling on you when he freezes around you, the memory of the game, the credit, you lying (very elegantly, he’ll tell you later) across the table. 

“I’m gonna kill Fives.”

#captain rex x f!reader #captain rex x reader #captain rex #rex x reader #clone trooper rex #commander rex #rex #tcw fic #sw fic #i prommy i'm gonna stay active hehehe

[romanarose]

Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #francisco morales x reader #joel miller x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #santiago garcia x reader #william miller x reader #benjamin miller x reader #so many millers lol #did i really not read any tommy fics? #tlou fan fiction #dddne #rydal keener x reader #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant #moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #santiago garcia #moon boys #joel miller #the last of us

[covingtons]

(a/n: plz for the love of god click on the gifs for *slightly* higher quality bc tumblr hates me)

transcript under the cut

[HARRISON]: I want every member of the security team that was stationed here fired immediately. I told you they were to report to me Warren, not slack off and allow my son to enlist in the military!

[HARRISON]: I’m here now and the house seems abandoned. Looks like the dumbasses have turned tail already. I’ll call you back

[HARRISON]: Sebastian Alexander Edward, if you are still here so help me…

[HARRISON]: Oh for heaven’s sake

[HARRISON]: I’m going to kill that boy, I swear

[HARRISON]: And here, of all places…

[LILIANA]: I suppose I’m partly to blame for his untidiness…

[HARRISON]: You never did make the children clean up after themselves

[HARRISON]: He’s off the rails, Lils. I don’t know what went so wrong with him… He used to be a good kid

[LILIANA]: He still is- [HARRISON]: He’s not! He has made me into a fool and now I find he has trashed sacred ground for us here all over some petty squabble between us

[HARRISON]: This house is so full of memories

[HARRISON]: This is where we were allowed to be just a family, no expectations

[HARRISON]: It was more of a home to our family than Seastead Palace ever has been. It’s where I know I will always find you

[HARRISON]: I don’t know what to do anymore, Lils

[HARRISON]: I’ve tried to do this without you, but I know I’ve never gotten it right

[HARRISON]: And now all of Brighton knows my failure

[LILIANA]: Self pity won’t fix any of this, Harry. You both have made mistakes, but what matters now is how you move forward from them

[HARISON]: He’s enlisted to spite me, to prove something I’m sure. He’s careless and impulsive and it’s going to bite him in the ass someday

[LILIANA]: Then he will learn from it. We can’t choose for them, we can only love them, regardless of the decisions they make, and be there for them to endure the consequences

#covingtonsstory #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #ts4 edt #sims 4 story #TS4 SCREENSHOTS #sims 4 edit #sims storytelling #TS4 #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal story #sim: harrison #sim: liliana #chapter one #c1p1 #arc: cat's in the cradle

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

Can you do op characters reacting to their s/o that can turn into a wendigo ( jinbei, kid, katakuri, and killer. ) plz

A MONSTER IN DISGUISE

Taglist: @charlotte-katacutie-blog @charlotte-headcanons

Given that he spent a lot of his time under the sea, before beginning his own journey, I'm not sure he exactly knows what a Wendigo is. He probably heard some legends and myths from humans, those few times he had voyaged with other people that weren't his own people.

Since he spent time with the Charlotte's and the Straw hats, he became more aware of these pieces of folklore. Still, that didn't prepare him for falling in love with someone who could change forms.

With Robin's help, he understood you better. And he came to know some Interesting, albelt gruesome facts. He asked for your side of the story, curious about knowing how you ended up being a Wendigo. If you end up telling him or not, he will respect that. He has come to understand that there are different ways to become a wendigo; some are more traumatising than others.

He isn't sure if he can tolerate you eating human meat to survive, he still has to figure that out, but for the rest, he's pretty much supportive and amazed by you. Given your longevity, he would like to know stories from before you turned Into a wendigo, and some more.

Alright, bear with me on this one. He's not worried about what his family will think about you, but about what they could make you do. He has an extensive library he has read from, and he could always access more books with the help of his brother Mont D'or.

But knowing that you have superhuman senses, a near immortality perk, and some sharp claws, you are everything his mother could ask for, and the fact that you are his partner aids her in more ways than one. Then there's the problem of the younger siblings, those little rascals. He doesn't need to spell it out for you, but Anana would sure be interested in that sharp claws of yours.

Either way, he loves you dearly, and he too, like Jinbe, would like to know more about your story, because you spent a long time roaming the earth, and surely you must have some interesting tales to tell. Now, talking about those superpowers: he's glad, in a sense, to know that you can protect yourself, but he's worried about the downside. Fire can hurt you, and so can starvation: he

I needs to warn his family about this, so you can always be on top. Don't worry about yourgluttonous hunger, you ended up in the right family. Surprisingly, he isn't all that worried about you eating humans. He will try to help you keep a constant amount of your food source around, to never experience the worst pangs of hunger.

Probably his family, and maybe someone else will leam to keep his trap shut, avoiding your anger, you or any other siblings you two are close to, he's happy to be with you boost his self-confidence, and you help him accept himself for who he is (probably his family, and someone else, will learn to keep his trap shut so as not to anger you and those siblings).

He's one of the worst people that has to know this side of you. If you thought Big Mom was the depraved one, he sure isn't slacking. Normal Kid was deranged, but this one is even worse. While the others, in some less-than-normal ways, tried to treat you like a human being, Kidd has no qualms in abusing his power. He's interested in your strength, and the fact that you are a cannibal makes him smile.

More manslaughter for him then You should not show him your claas or powers in any way: he will pit you against stronger and stronger enemies, and if you rebel, he will cut off your food source, practically starving you.

Since you told him (we run with this assumption here), he knows how to make you plant for him, and there's nothing you can do to stop him, if he gets to know your weakness. irs over for you. Metals that can weaken your form are easy to come by, especially given his Devil Fruit, and with Hears fire, he can kill you, or injure you to teach you a lesson.

If by chance, you are a madman like him, then you'll fit right in with his crew Your name will be told and feared throughout the seven seas, skyrocketing your bounties to sums never seen before it will be a constant date night with him. After all, there's always some island to raze to the ground

The man behind the mask will more or less act like Katakuri and Jinbe. He's far more reasonable than his captain, but he knows that if this knowledge gets out and into the wrong hands, he knows what's gonna happen.

Being aware that something as dangerous as the metalfire combination could put you out of commission for good, he is always on the lookout. He knows people who will exploit you and sell you either into slavery or abuse you! But, being with him, much like with our doughnut lover giant, has been a blessing to his self-confidence, especially after the events of Wano.

Seeing you proud of your form would inspire him to be more comfortable in his skin. If not, he understands what you are feeling, and will try to reassure you in every way he can: praising specific features of your body like your antlers or your skin, your power, your mental fortitude and so on. He loves spending quality time with you, and even doing acts of service. The most important thing is your safety and well-being, and he doesn't mind slaughtering a few people if he has to

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #yandere jinbe #yandere kidd #yandere killer #yandere katakuri

[themosthatedbeingg]

Lucifer out here catching strays

@pick-your-poison-please @lettherebemonsters

Lmao lute plz the man is down cut him some slack

#ooc #out of hell #hahahaha

[lukeevangelista]

okau hear me out: being childhood BestFriends with Jack but Luke’s been in love with you for ages and you haven’t noticed it but one day you do and you start to like him not as just jacks brother and y’all kiss... could you write like a fic for this plz I’m beggin

“he’s in love with you, you idiot!” jack shrugged as you brushed off one of the luke’s sweet attempts again, “cut the kid some slack, he’s tried so many moves on you and you shut him down every time,” jack continued, “and if it helps any, i’m all for you being my sister one day.” jack cheekily grinned at you causing you to let out a cackle. 

“aren't you supposed to be the overprotective best friend?”

“yeah but it’s luke. he couldn't hurt a fly if he wanted to.” quinn laughed as he joined in on the conversation. 

“not you too.”

“oh yes.” quinn laughed, “you don’t see it now, but that boy has been-”

“in love with me forever; got it.” you cut him off as he let out a laugh as he watched you shale your head at him. 

“guess you heard it before?” “once or twice.” you rolled your eyes at him as you got off the bed, leaving jack’s room as you went on a search for the youngest hughes boy.

it didnt take long to find him outside on the basketball court. 

“hey hughes!” you shouted as you sped walked towards him, him quickly turning around. 

you didnt give him a chance to even speak before planting your lips on his, feeling his lips form into a grin as he kissed back; his hands guiding to your waist to bring you closer to his body. 

“i fucking knew it!” 

“go away jack!”

#luke hughes #soft thoughts w/ari

[justagalwhowrites]

me, a doc x tommy truther til i die, watching these anons like omg the girls are fightingggg

im just kidding, literary discourse and media analysis is ALWAYS good and i don't think theres enough of it in fic spaces (it's always "it's just fanfic it's not that deep" YES IT IS i love thinking and having thoughts about everything). so here's my opinion that nobody asked for i just can't resist LMAOOOO

the great thing about fiction is that you (both reader and writer) can safely explore and experience things that you otherwise wouldn't be able to, including things that would be dangerous irl. joel and doc's relationship was never perfect (even pre-outbreak), they lose each other for years and both go through insane amounts of life altering, major trauma, and then find each other again. of course the relationship is going to be toxic this time around! the idea that finding doc again would have been enough to make him overcome having his only child murdered in front of him is insane to me and im SOOO glad you didn't go that route when writing.

i get what people are saying when they say it's too much/toxic/bordering on abusive for him to treat doc this way. it is toxic and it is abusive but it's also a very realistic depiction of a toxic relationship ("even though it's bad and he's bad and it won't last i'm choosing joel instead of moving on"). he isn't a good guy and people forget that because he's a walking HOT SINGLE DADS NEAR YOU! porn ad but he's robbed, killed, and tortured people, some of which didn't deserve it. it's never confirmed in canon that he didn't sexually assault people pre-ellie and pre-qz when he was out there. i don't even think it's IMPLIED that he never did these things (other than hating david). point is, he kinda sucks if you think about it too hard. in a different timeline every therapist in the country would tell joel and doc to go 100% no contact and joel would have an abilify prescription.

but alas, this is fiction! these people are not real and these situations exclusively exist as a combination of letters on a screen. i know it's technically a joel x reader series, but am i the only one who doesn't see myself as doc? she's a whole oc at this point (side note: what's everyones doc fc? mine is dianna agron slay). i think that could be another reason people are hesitant with how joel/doc are playing out; they see doc taking him back without him doing much begging and it takes them out of it because it isn't something they would do. which is fair and i have no rebuttal for that! there's no right or wrong way to read. keep doing you besties but plz don't take back a toxic lover just because they grovel omg

tldr joel/doc = toxic but they aren't real and also they live under a fascist regime during the apocalypse where italian 4 cheese cheez its don't exist so cut them some slack alright if i had to live in those conditions i would be worse than both of them

this incomprehensibly long take brought to you by my love for literary discourse, my decade of experience in therapy, and my autism that makes me overanalyze every aspect of everything that exists :D

OMG BABES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

I love all the conversation around this fic and that people have different interpretations and feelings around it (even if sometimes I’m like “wait here’s why!!”)

But yes ultimately, these are two very traumatized, hurt people who are trying to survive and that drives soooo much of their choices.

[moon-ursidae]

GAME SESSION 2 RECAP

game spoilers and spoilers for the hbo series below the cut!!

hours played: (with MANY breaks) roughly 11 hours🥴

alright i ate WAYYYYY too much ramen at lunch haha then i had some coffee and watched some comfort videos before i go back in!!

i also have my dog next to me to keep me company this time haha

okay! so i left off where i was about to go into the town to find bill!

i know there’s a bloater coming up here soon and i’m SO SCARED

i’m so mad i wasted my shivs on those 2 clickers and then there’s a door that you can only get open w a shiv AND I CAN’T MAKE ANYMORE GODDAMNIT

the dialogue between joel & ellie about the arcade game was really cute :)

again, checking every nook and fucking cranny for supplies praying that i can get back to that door

FUCK WHERE’S THE SAFE COMBO?? PROBABLY IN THAT GODDAMN ROOM FUCKKK

I GOT IN THE DOOR! lots of supplies but no dice on the combo :(

FOUND IT! fuck yea supplies🕺🏻🕺🏻

today i’ve learned that i’m a horrible shot in this game LMAO

bro ellie is F E R A L

bill: “you better stay right on my ass” “can’t miss it” THE WAY JOEL GRABS HER AND SAYS “knock it off” IS SO DAD OF HIM LMAOOOOOO I AM CACKLING

as of right now, i kinda like bill. he’s exactly what you’d think someone would be like if they were surviving on their own. and he’s clearly smart bc he has a whole ass town covered in traps and barbed wire. very resourceful. a valuable ally

i also like that he and ellie are extremely sassy and sarcastic toward one another and joel is just like 🙄

can i get some fucking slack plz w all these runners and clickers LMAO

i’d honestly rather deal w clickers tho than any other infected

this house looks a lot like clementine’s house from the telltale walking dead game!! i wonder if it was on purpose👀

also was lowkey hoping for an uncharted 2 marco polo reference in the pool. darn :/

OKAY THE JOURNAL UPSTAIRS WAS A LIL TOO REAL. brought back some pandemic flashbacks.

ellie trying to apologize about tess :(

and then he said “ellie you don’t have to worry about me” UGGHH MY HEART. such a goddamn dad.

oh fuck it’s the school

BLOATER TIME OH FUCK

BLOATER DEAD. I AM SWEATING PROFUSELY

poor frank and bill dude :(

THE TRUCK! AHH

also sorry but bill’s reaction to frank’s note was kinda funny to me “fuck you too”

THE OPTIONAL DIALOGUE W ELLIE STOP 🥹

“you’re doin a good job” and she said “i won’t let you down with this” AHHH🥺

the similarity between some of joel’s mannerisms and some of pedro’s from previous roles is CRAZY

OMG after she showed the comic she stole from Bill the way joel just sighs and asked “what did ya get?” in an exasperated tone💀

NOT THE PORNO MAG💀 “get rid of that!”

PLZ THIS IS SO FUNNY “why are they all stuck together?” joel just like “um.” i bet in his head he’s like ohmyfuckinggodhowdoiexplainthistoa14yearoldgirl

“i’m not even tired” *instantly cuts to her passed tf out* 💀💀

omg the iconic scene where she’s looking out the window slay

oh my god we’re getting to parts of the game that they’ve been filming!! i’m interested to see what the truck crash into the store looks like in post!

also the music playing while they were attacking the truck was badass

people are almost as scary as the infected bro. this garage full of stuff? disturbing that PEOPLE did this.

joel was a hunter???? holy shit bro

i’m wondering if it was soon after the apocalypse?? to get his anger out about what happened to sarah? or maybe he didn’t have a choice in the matter? i’m very curious to learn more about that.

i knew joel was a complex character but goddamn. this man has been through the fuckin ringer

“keep your voice down.” and she fucking mocks him going “okay” in a deep gruff voice I LOVE HER

okay i’ve had enough of these damn hunters bro goddamn

okay so i already forgot some things haha i took a break to eat

her acting like a hotel guest at the counter🥺 so cute

THE JOKE BOOK!!! MAKES AN APPEARANCE!!! YEEEEEAAAAA

“what’s not right?” “left?” I LOVE THAT JOEL GOES ALONG WITH IT

they’re so cute i would die for them

goddamnit i knew there would be SOMETHING soon. more hUnTeRs

i would like out of this hotel lmao i hate enclosed combat zones. the one’s outside are nicer

I FUCKIN KNEW THAT ELEVATOR WAS GONNA COLLAPSE FUCK JOEL OH MY GOD

i don’t like when they’re seperated i’m scared :(

i haven’t been alone this whole time and that is what has kept me sane and playing the game LMAO

i very much don’t like the sounds down here

I FUCKING HATE THIS OOOOOO I HATE IT VERY MUCH DOWN HERE

is this the hotel basement meme?

like from the vanity fair lie detector video?

my face is fucking RED i am very much hot and sweaty

oh god i thought the underwater part was what people meme’d about. i’ve only seen spores but that’s a sign bro.

I FUCKING DID IT. HOLY FUCK. MY HEART IS BEATING OUT OF MY CHEST I FEEL LIKE I’M GONNA THROW UP. I GOTTA TAKE A BREATHER LMAOOOO

oh thank fuck back to dealing with people thank god dude

oh my god is this ellie’s first kill? joel’s being kind of an ass about it. i’m glad ellie’s laying it on him. YEA TEACH HIM TO BE HUMBLE ELLIE

i feel so fucking bad for ellie dude. there’s an immediate shift in her body language as well. she’s like folded in on herself after joel was a shithead. and oh yeah her first fucking kill is at 14??? and joel is like dismissing her?? i oughta smack the shit outta that boy

i mean i kinda feel bad for both bc i feel like joel is trying to navigate this without getting attached bc he lost sarah. he knows he’s gonna have to seperate from ellie at some point. maybe he’s trying to fight the paternal instinct to get super attached to ellie bc of that? and obviously ellie is going through it. everyone’s after her, she has to keep her immunity secret, she just killed a man, and joel is being a dick. i just wanna hug both of them :(

oh my god and now him teaching her how to handle a rifle UGGGHHHH dude i’m gonna CRY

and she just killed more people🥺 ELLIE I’M SORRY HONEY

she looks so fucking guilty oh my god

“how’d i do?” STOP🥺

“how about somethin a little more your size” AND HER LITTLE “okay.” AND THE MUSIC AND I’M GONNA CRRYYYYYYY

AND HIM STUTTERING AND MAKING SURE ABOUT THE SAFETY ON THE GUN I- AHHHHHHHHHHHH🥺🥺🥺

oh shit! i wonder if this is the part that they’ve been filming with the hunter trucks!

that poor couple :(

the “let’s just get to the bridge” and ellie saying “okay” w a shaky breath :( LET ME HUG HER DUDE

almost to the bridge🕺🏻🕺🏻

omg joel saw the movie that’s promoted everywhere. and basically insinuated that sarah wanted to see it and joel saw it w her.🥺

alright i stopped after finding some optional dialogue w ellie. the chair that i sit in to play games makes my back and neck hurt SO BAD. and they both hurt hella so imma call it.

all in all, this play session was STRESSFUL. there were a lot of times where i had to go calm down for a bit before coming back. and also food breaks, and i have dogs to take care of as well haha. i really like seeing joel and ellie’s dynamic develop! :)

i really love this game so far. i’ve never really been one to talk a lot about combat systems in games just bc i play games for the story. and the last of us has a phenomenal story and really good writing so far. i’m excited to see the bond that joel and ellie have deepen, and what else is in store for our dynamic duo.

i have a feeling in my gut that i’m gonna get chased in a humvee by hunters tomorrow. but we’ll find out 😳

#the last of us spoilers #tlou spoilers #the last of us #tlou #joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #mads plays the last of us!🌿

[magg00t]

When Jeff was 15 his parents cut his hair off as a punishment and took away stuff like ,music, clothes(like band shirts), books etc. They basically took away his sense of self before moving to a new town. They try their best to keep their reputation as perfect as possible so they make sure to keep jeff at home or at church.

Jeff lore:

I'm not a writer plz cut me some slack<3

when Jeff was born they were spoiling him and treated him like a doll to show off. They saw his Albinism as a sign of purity and thought it was a gift from God. So they were parading him around in their community. So the older he got the higher the standars were. They were always expecting him to be an angelique perfect child. But obviously he wasn't because he was just a child. Then when liu was born all the attention went to liu and Jeff obviously got jealous and developed that hatred towards liu because all of a sudden no one seemed to care about him anymore. And the older he got the less "cute" and "pure" he became because of puberty and shit bc small kids are so cute and adorable and bla bla bla.. but obviously Jeff isnt gonna stay a toddler for ever.  So when he was like 10 he started to abuse liu bc of his jealous issues and also started to show other problematic behavior  because acting out was the only way somone would give him attention. He also started to find pleasure in hurting people. His parents ignored the bad behavior and tried to hide it because they didn't want their reputation ruined.  Then when Jeff was like 15 or something he snapped and beat someone really badly so his parents forced him to cut his hair, threw away his stuff like, music, specific shirts and clothing, books etc. And they moved to a new town trying to start knew and trying to keep their reputation good. And that's also when jeffs dad started being physically abusive towards Jeff while praising liu and treating him like an angel. Obviously it's not lius fault taht their parents suck ass.Also little fact is that liu doesn't remember that jeff abuses him bc when it started ge was really young ND then sully was created. And sully fronts every time jeff beats him. So sully holds all the memories of the abuse from jeff and liu only holds the good memories with jeff (yes they had good moments together which is why liu loves him so much and sees him as a good brother who just has some issues at home. Bc he doesn't remember. So when jeff killed his parents and tried to kill him it hurt liu even more bc he didn't expect his beloved brother to do that to him.) Also sully wants jeff dead liu just wants him back and even forgave him.

Ever since Jeff turned 13 he started getting into trouble with others. When he was 15 he started a fight that ended in him and his Family having to move to another town. His parents hoped they could save their reputation by starting over somewhere else. Before that incident they would try their hardest to ignore Jeff's behavior even when he hurt Liu but now that they're in a new town they want to present themselves in the best way possible.

[calypsoff3]

Oh god give it a fucking rest plz. The bitch ain’t even said nothing how is she making it his fault. You lot acting like she wasn’t probably trying to deal with being divorced who has times to put out statements. If Chris does not remember nothing he probably don’t remember no baby. Y’all want Rih to be a vilan so bad. She literally ain’t doing shit and y’all still blaming her. If bitch breathe to hard she wrong. Yes Chris has a illness but why y’all think she ain’t going through too. Like let her heal. Who wants to even be dealing with anything.y’all see her as a nasty bitch who just was so horrible to Chris over the years when that bitch been holding it down and been through things. So she didn’t as him how it feels to be in his body. No she was too busy learning how to be gentle with him and let everything ride and be mommy and daddy because he was not available. Mind you it was not his fault because he was having an episode but fresh cut her some slack. Inspite of y’all not believing it she is going through a lot too and lost so much.

The anon got a message for y’all disrespecting Rih a lot

[nomoregoldfish]

modern love 2x03

#modern love #kit harington #jack reynor #game of thrones #cut him some slack plz #my gifs

[skeletal-butterflyy]

What did that poor 14 year old boy do to Rick to deserve his mother dying, memories of his mother being wiped, getting stuck into a casino for a super long time, getting shoved out of he casino into a whole new time period, losing his sister who was basically the only family he had left, having a painful unrequited crush, having to watch said crush fall in love, having the weight of knowing there are two camps that can’t interact or certain doom will come, getting turned into a plant multiple times, going to literal superhell, getting trapped in a jar and getting accused by your friends that you could be a traitor, getting violently outed by a LOVE GOD, carrying a HUGE FUCKING STATUE on his back to save a place and people who he believes think hes weird and don’t accept him, and then lose one of the only people he was close to AND THEN GO TO SUPERHELL AGAIN!?!?! but ya know he got a couple friends and a boyfriend so ITS ALL FINE AND DANDY NOW HUH?! This boy has gone through so much shit and he’s only like 14-15 years old. And these examples are only most of the things i remember. Like he’s such a strong character to endure all of that but cut the dude some slack.

#yes i’m a nico stan #i will die on this hill of nico needing more emotional help #like plz do not send this child into super hell again #he’s too selfless for his own good tbh #and that’s opening a whole other can of worms i don’t feel like opening #rant #nico and will #nico di angelo #Nico Di Angelo #pjo #hoo #HOO #HoO #PJO #solangelo #will solace #pjo rant #solangelo book #rick riordan #Richard you need to cut him some slack #cruz rants #if you know me irl and follow me no you don’t #ack