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reiderwriter · 9 months

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discard this request if it isnt your style but it might be funny

bdsm and kink culture reader with vanilla spencer. r is being super 🌶 and spencer is not understanding (maybe r teaches him and he gets really into it)

Vanilla Spencer is so fucking funny to me, because given the chance this man could have the most fucked up sexual habits of anyone in the BAU but he also seems like the type of guy who would be like "idk people get murdered with shit like this" you know 😭 anyway, here's the fic, hope you enjoy, anon!

Summary: You want to spice up your bedroom activities with Spencer, but he's just not getting it.

Warnings: BDSM themes, vanilla! Spencer into soft! Dom Spencer, mentions of spanking, some dry humping, dirty talk, daddy kink mentioned. 18+ MINORS DNI

Here's my masterlist and my requests are open!

“Oh, what are you gonna do about it? Gonna spank me?”

“Actually, no study has found physical punishment to have a long-term positive effect, and most studies have found negative effects, with children who undergo physical punishment found to grow up to be more aggressive adults.”

You really weren’t sure what you were expecting from your boyfriend.

So far your sex life together had been pretty vanilla. He was an absolute gentleman, making sure to gain your consent everytime he tried something new. He was soft and sweet, and quite honestly, one of the best you’d had in your life because of how attentive he was to your body language.

But recently, you’d been aching for something a little more interesting, to say the least.

“Oh but I’ve been such a bad little girl.” You try again, hoping that he gets the idea this time.

“You shouldn’t think like that, baby, you know you’re doing a great job at work, and if there’s anything you’re struggling with, we can talk it through, okay?” You want to rip your hair out in frustration.

“No, god, Spencer, I want…” you let out a groan and pick yourself up from your chair, choosing instead to climb into his lap and make it more obvious.

“Do you remember that case we took two weeks back? All the couples had some pretty interesting private lives?” You wrapped your hands around his neck and started grinding down on his lap, hopeful that he’d get the idea.

“The family annihilator that went after couples engaging in the BDSM lifestyle? The one who was so traumatised by the discovery of his parents hobbies that he started murdering couples with families that looked like his own?” He still seemed a little confused but he grabbed your hips, aware of the direction this was heading in, at least.

“Heinous murderer aside, were you not at all intrigued by some of the research we had to do?” You pushed your hips down into his again and again, but now you could feel his reciprocation from beneath his slacks.

“Are you talking about the japanese rope bondage, or the dog leashes, specifically?” Spencer teased you, as his hands started trailing up and down your back.

“Spencer don’t tease….”

“No, I’m really curious, what was it that you wanted me to do first?” Spencer was smirking now, and whilst you were happy he was finally picking up what you were putting down, you weren’t exactly excited to have to voice your needs.

“I want you to….I want you to, ummm…..” Your mind was going blank now, because one of Spencer’s hands was now under your skirt drawing small circles, moving closer and closer to your centre.

“Oh that's right, you wanted me to spank you, right baby?” You couldn’t hold back the moan as you felt him finally touch you where you needed him.

“Oh, you like that idea, do you? Want me to throw you over my lap and ruin your nice little ass until you can barely sit.” You were grinding desperately into his fingers now, wishing that he’d make the final move and push your panties aside.

“Use your voice, baby, you know we can’t go any further unless I hear you say what you want.”

“Fuck, fuck, touch me, fucking touch me now.”

“How about we try saying that a little bit nicer this time?” He makes to move his hand away and you whimper - you actually fucking whimper - at the loss of contact, obviously enjoying this a little bit more than you thought you were.

So you partially blamed your unconscious need for him on the next set of words to escape your mouth.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

His hands stilled completely and your eyes shot open, immediatley looking into his darkened ones.

“What did you just call me?” You felt his hips shift under yours and knew you finally fully had him.

“I called you daddy.” You whispered, your lips moving closer and closer to his, practically begging for some more attention.

Instead, he pushed you off him, and you fell unceremoniously onto the floor while he stood and straightened his clothes.

“I want you on the bed, ass up and legs spread for me. What kind of daddy would I be if I denied my little girl, right?” he smirked down at you.

It was going to be a fun night.

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midwesternvibes · 11 days

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Alright people, it's time for more Villain Leo lore!!!

Today we are diving into Leo and Splinter's relationship!!!

Read under the cut because this got so LONG, these two have so many issues and there was so much to work with.

Alright, so it's no secret that Leo and Splinter have a....less than ideal relationship. You can see throughout all of TMNT history that Leo looks up to Splinter an insane amount, and Rise Leo is no different.

This boy looked up to Lou Jitsu his whole life, and we can often see him doing the same movements and catchphrases that Lou did. Granted, all the boys do, but Leo seems particularly attached to Lou

And we've all seen the smile comparisons, it's insane how similar his grandiose smile is to Lou Jistu's.

The point is, Leo really looks up to his dad, and we can see this in his actions and attitudes towards not only Lou Jitsu, but also Splinter in canon.

"Trust me pops!"

I mean, just look at how happy he is to be there with his dad, in his element. This episode is Leo at his peak, outsmarting everyone and predicting his family's moments to the letter.

Also, idk about you, but that smile seems incredibly genuine. That's not even a Lou Jitsu smile, that's a 100% Hamato Leonardo smile at his dad whom he looks up to so much.

And what does Splinter say to his son's ask for trust?

"I knew I should have brought Purple!"

....what.

That is his SON. His 14, maybe 15 year old son, who is asking for his father to trust him.

....and he responds by saying that he wishes he had brought his more intelligent twin brother instead, who he has already shown an implied favoritism towards in the past

"And I thought Purple was the funny one!"

"Told you guys I was the funniest."

This is a pretty harmless comment tbh, but Leo takes so much pride in his quips, one-liners and puns that this had to sting a little bit.

There's such a huge amount of content to sift through when it comes to these two, and that fact actually saddens me because I had SO MUCH to pick from when making this post, but here's some highlights.

One thing that I noticed while watching a Splinter and Leo compilation is that during the memory episode, Leo is the only one Splinter directly hits

NONE of the other three were directly hit like this is any point in the episode and yeah, this could totally be played off as a bit or just a case of wrong place, wrong time, but we'll get to my theory later, right now I'm just laying out the facts.

An important detail I'd like to point out here too is Leo's face after the first hit.

Guys, he looks HURT. Donnie and Raph are looking at him, checking that he's okay, but he is looking right past them at the shadow Splinter, who is dressed and looks just like his childhood idol, who just hit him specifically right in the face.

Not only his idol even. No, the most pure and unfiltered representation of his father, the man who's raised him his whole life.

And he just got hit in the face.

Ouch. For a kid as emotive as Leo (who I honestly think feels his emotions even more intensely than Mikey when he lets them out), this is a devastating blow. Literally.

Then, let's talk about this scene, you all knew it was coming.

"Can someone tell my son I am NOT TALKING TO HIM!!"

"You got this pops! I love you!"

Guys this scene hurts my heart. Like, once again, he can't be older than 15 at this point. Yeah he's being a badass stratigiser this whole episode, but you cannot convince me that he wasn't at least a little excited to see his dad, his HERO in action, and wearing a matching outfit as well, and show his dad, his idol and hero, exactly what he's capable of. Leo absolutely worships the ground Splinter walks on and what does his father have to say to his son"s encouragement??

"NO!"

GAHHHH like yes, Leo was kinda being a little shit this whole episode and could have clued his dad in on the plan a little bit, but honestly that could have ruined everything if Splinter had any holdbacks.

Not to mention, this is the only Leo and Splinter episode we get. Donnie gets the derby, Mikey gets the Hidden City bonding, even Raph gets the ending of the memory episode, and in each, they have a genuine moment of bonding with Splinter.

Splinter never ONCE apologized for his actions in this episode. Not once. RAPH is the one who tells Leo in this episode later on that he trusts Leo, something he's been begging Splinter for the entire time.

All of a sudden, this moment doesn't seem so out of place.....

"I love you soooo much!" "No, no you don't, I'm your least favorite!!"

This line could totally just be a throwaway line, but as it was pointed out to me by the wonderful @nardos-primetime, the alarms that the boys did for Google home have a REALLY upsetting one for Leo

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Go to about 1:57 and listen to that one and just......cry.

NOW that line in "Rat Flu" makes a LOT more sense. Splinter LAUGHED at Leo when he asked if he was his favorite. LAUGHED at him.

But wait, you may ask. What about the ending? Splinter made Leo the leader, obviously he trusts him!

....yeah, just take a look at their faces here.

Donnie and Mikey are basically horrified beyond belief and in complete shock

Raph is.....blue screening, honestly

And Leo looks completely taken aback and shocked and scared and honestly, I don't blame him. There is absolutely NO precedence for Splinter to do this. He has proved time and time again that he does NOT trust Leo, he never ONCE tells Leo that he trusts him even though he asks for that trust during the entirety of "Unhappy Returns". NONE of them look happy about this new change.

You could see this as Splinter finally giving Leo a chance, but I see this a lot more as one of the more popular Fandom interpretations of Splinter wanting to give Raph a break. Raph had a huge breakdown during the finale and I don't think it's unreasonable for Splinter to have heard of that and decide that his beloved eldest needed a chance to recover.

Who better to pass this burden on to than his least favorite son!

We also see in the movie that this shift in power dynamics really doesn't do much other than create a lot of interpersonal conflict between Leo and Raph, something Splinter does absolutely nothing to help out with, other than telling them to quiet down.

Now that we have all of our evidence (and I put more work into getting evidence for this than for the English project I'm supposed to be doing right now can I just cite this as a source for me being capable of gathering evidence???) we can actually get into the analysis of how this all would affect him.

First of all, I mentioned that I would discuss the repercussions of the memory episode. This analysis is more for Splinter, but I feel like it's still important. We've seen time and time again that Leo is very similar to how Splinter was as a young teen in both looks and attitude. If Splinter truly resents his younger self and how he acted, it would make a lot of sense for him to also subconsciously resent his son who acts a lot like himself at that age. This would cause him to lash out at Leo in his subconscious, the one place where his true thoughts and feelings are on full display.

I just wanna point out his face again here, Leo looks so hurt. He definitely already knows that he's not anywhere near Splinter's favorites at this point, but it still hurts him to see that get confirmed.

This brings me to my next point of Leo's psyche. He is a very confident, witty, smart teenager, but he's still just that. A teenager. He's anxious, insecure, and very self-reliant. He looks to others for praise often and rarely receives it, usually having to hype himself up. His relationship with Splinter only emphasizes these qualities about him and makes Leo look so much worse in Splinter's eyes because his son is just a modern-day representation of his past self.

Now let's put this into perspective of Leo's decent into villainy.

If Leo is hurting and under the impression that his brothers are maybe starting to dislike him, even hate him, adding Splinter on to this can only make it worse.

Maybe he goes to his dad for tips on how to lead when he feels like he can't talk to Raph anymore and needs his father's advice.

Maybe he sets up a dinner for him and Splinter to just chat and bond instead of sitting at the dinner table with another one of Mikey's meals that he feels too sick with anxiety from his little brother's disappointed looks to eat.

Maybe he goes to his father crying from another nightmare after not feeling welcomed in Donnie's lab anymore after they fought for an hour the day before.

And maybe, just maybe, Splinter waves him off every time.

Forgets.

Laughs at him.

I mean, this is a kid who relys on others to build him up, to praise him and love him because after all....

Who is he without his family?

Maybe it's time to find out.

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gettinshiggywithit · 7 months

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「“ᴍʀ & ᴍʀꜱ”」

Scenario :- “hmmm what about something like being kuni's housewife idk i just want him to come home and eat my meals” ( @diagonal-queen )

Pairing :- kunikida x wife!reader

Genre:- fluff!

Type:- headcannons!

TW:- mentions of sex but no actual nsfw!

A/N :- here’s a little something i did for @diagonal-queen!Hope y’all like it!

Okayyy so you wanna be MRS kunikida huh?

Let’s see what it’ll be like!

First off if you actually make the cut? Congratulations!

You’ve effectively beat out 99.99% of the women population 😭

But no fr if u and Kunikida actually get hitched that means you are his perfect person.

No matter what flaws you have or you think you have,to him it’s all immaterial.

And if you ever get down,remember he chose you!

If you guys get hitched and you wanna be a housewife he’s all for it!

Its very classic, if u know what i mean.

And he kinda likes that at least this one thing could be simple(in his not-at-all-simple life)

Let’s go back to your wedding day shall we?

Okay imagine after a beautiful ceremony yall go back to your room and then have the most romantic night ever.

Just you and him in each other’s company~

After that you move into his apartment and settle down.

Kunikida is a hard working lad so he most probably won’t be around much after your honeymoon.

He goes to work everyday without fail and comes back home to you,also without fail. (Although sometimes he’s a little more scraped up and scarred than usual)

He texts you to see if you’re okay during his breaks and always lets you know when he’s goin on a mission and where.

If he needs to cut communications cos it could interfere with the mission,he tells you and reassures you that everything would be alright

And honestly youre only worried about his and his colleagues safety.

Cos like let’s be real, a relationship with Kunikida would be secure af! Because we all KNOW he would never cheat!

On days where he gets days off he still works at home🥲 (im sorry but buddy NEEDSS to have his stuff in order

But when he’s done he spends his time with you.

Whether it be baking,watching a movie or your favorite show,or just cuddling or vibing,yall are together.

And lemme tell you mans is talll

He’d be the big spoon when cuddling btw!

Oh and on days when he does work he looks forward to coming home to you and unwinding~

Oh and he LOVESS your cooking!

It reminds him of his childhood and it’s just that good.

One time you suggest packing him some lunch for work and he later got sooo much shit from dazai (that bandaged bugget was making kissy faces and shit and jusy not letting mans eat!)

One time dazai sneaks a bite and then he’s like “okay yeah no i get it now”

(buddy takes a bite and says, serious as ever, “Kunikida…this food is truly magnificent! Please tell y/n to make me some on the day before my suicide🥰. He gets promptly whacked on the head☺️)

Oh and this man can COOK

in any instance where youre tired or dont feel like cooking,mans has got it!

Makes a simple yet delicious meal and astounds you~

OH! And imagine for your anniversaries he gives you a card and as you open it he says “doppo poet!” And he turns it into a mini bouquet! (And when i say mini,i mean it.remember guys he can only summon stuff that are smaller than or the size of his notebook!)

Oh and he never forgets important dates😌

He’s a little new to romance but is surprisingly good!

And when it comes to more intimate times, he knows exactly what to do and how to make it enjoyable for the both of you

(ROMANCE AND/OR EROTICA READING KUNIKIDA!!!!)

And in conclusion,

He’d literally be the best husband ever.all parents wish their daughters could marry him

And here you were! Doing just that!

I wish y’all the best frr♥️♥️

Tagging: - @kemis-world @diagonal-queen

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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I call him Joey, just to feel something

so there we go.

Joe Quinn fanfiction The Full Collection (updated 2 December 2022)

Like a Poem – slow burn, fluff, hurt/comfort part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: Joe finds solace in a quaint bookstore, your bookstore, from a hectic situation in the streets. But, you’re closed. But then also, it’s Joseph Quinn.

A Lot Like Love – slow burn, fluff part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: A continuation of Like A Poem. You lull in between definitions of relationship: bookstore owner and customer? actor and fan? friends? even lovers?

Today He Loved You Extra – fluff, hurt/comfort part one - part two Summary: You are an Independent Woman™ but overestimate yourself. You hurt yourself because although very strong, you’re also a dumb bitch and Joe takes care of you.

Caught Red Handed - 18+ smut, fluff Summary: You are a chronically-online girlfriend to a boyfriend who very much isn’t. You introduce Joe to an online world that surrounds him, and he hates it. A lot.

Moving Up – angsty, fluff part one - part two Summary: Joe's had enough of living with a flatmate but doesn't leap at the chance to move in with you when you ask. What a dick. It makes you spiral into doom-thoughts until you puzzle together what's actually going on.

Going Off Script – kinda smutty a little Summary: You’re riddled with anxiety ahead of your spicy scene with Joe, but you’re both professional actors and work it out together.

We Kissed – fluff Summary: You confront Joe about secret feelings he’s had for you. For years. Without telling you about it. The absolute nerve of this man.

Perfect – angst Summary: Unable to escape harsh online comments after your boyfriend's newfound large-scale fame, Joe is shocked when he finds out how much they really affect you.

Cold Feet – fluff Summary: You are cold and Joe's body is a furnace. One plus one equals two, baby!

Great Break – angst, fluff Summary: You’re a single mother of a fussy child and in desperate need of a break. Then there’s dream angel boyfriend Joey, giving you one. Baby Hazel pt 1

Sunday Morning - fluff Summary: You’re a single mother who got a full night’s sleep, which is glorious, and in the morning you get to snuggle with Joe and your daughter. Baby Hazel pt 2

Right Here - fluff Summary: You catch your daughter calling your boyfriend ‘dada’ and you are not okay. Not helping is how terrifyingly calm and collected Joe responds to it. Baby Hazel pt 3

Everything’s Right - fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: Hazel isn’t feeling well, but can’t communicate what’s wrong. It’s awful, but Joey knows how to fix it. Baby Hazel pt 4

My Bully Boyfriend - fluff Summary: Joe finds your first grey hair. It's traumatizing and then Joe has the audacity to poke fun because he's a bully boyfriend (said with love).

His Neck - smutty? turned me on at least, idk Summary: Joe has a neck. And hands. That's literally the story. I wish I could come up with a longer summary, but I'm just presenting the facts to you. Enjoy!

And he wasn’t there – big angst Summary: Joe’s off for auditions across the pond for a few weeks, which is just dandy. You pretend you’re absolutely fine when cramps released from hell invade your body (big tw: miscarriage).

Actually Pregnant – fluff Summary: You've decided to try for a baby, and Joe has no idea what he's doing, but it's very cute.

Let’s Have This Baby - fluff Summary: You’re days overdue when contractions wake you in the night. Joe get’s to practice his dad-skills on you as you try to pretend you’re not in active labour because, obviously, labour’s very scary.

Hormones - fluff Summary: You're on your period again, a month after you had the last one. What a shocker. Joe knows just what to do to take care of you because he's a good boyfriend.

Homesick - fluff Summary: Joe's far away from home, far away from you, and he knows just the thing to make him feel better.

Shit, that was hot - fluff? (idk its sorta cute) Summary: Joe's been left in the dark about a certain scene partner in a pivotal moment in Stranger Things, only to be surprised by you. Joe Keery fucking loves it.

Warmth, Comfort, Darkness, Silence - hurt/comfort Summary: You’re not a fan of flying, and to make matters worse, Joe is fine with flying. Then, a migraine strikes you and Joe does everything in his power to help.

Last Ones Standing - angst, fluff Summary: Joe’s fuming because you spent two and a half (two and a half!) (it’s a big deal, you'll see) talking to one of his friends at a party. It’s got good reason, but Joey’s mad mad.

Bonding - fluff Summary: There’s a four-day-old baby in the house and Joe loves her more than he loves you. And you’re in pain. And exhausted. Still, it’s adorable.

Surprise - fluff Summary: Joe’s finally back from his grueling trip to LA and you decide to surprise him at the airport. Joe’s reaction is something you definitely weren’t expecting.

Flashed - fluff Summary: Joe is naked a lot - so are you, until you’re naked at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

Stay For Longer - fluff Summary: You’ve had an awful day at work so you just need to not exist for a little while. Your Joey joins you and you don’t exist together for longer.

Easier In Greece - fluff Summary: Joe’s in an interesting stage of life when he’s offered an equally interesting project. You whisk him off to Greece and spend eight days together on a boat with high expectations of which none turn out to be true.

Forty-seven Days - fluff Summary: You’ve not seen Joe for forty-seven days, and you think he’s coming back tomorrow but he lied and surprises you at your job a day early and he’s all hands and hips and mouth. Anne hates it.

The Last Piece - Christmas fluff Summary: It’s the day before Christmas and you’ve eaten all your advent calendar chocolates weeks ago, because fuck the system. Joe hadn’t though, and with just one piece left in his calendar, you can’t really help yourself, can you?

Only Temporary - slow burn, fluff part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: Joe needs a temporary living space, and you happen to have a spare room to let. One plus one equals two, baby.

Ground Rules - angst, fluff Summary: You accidentally fall pregnant. It’s Joe’s, but you’re not together and… so, now what? Together you figure out a construction that you have to keep convincing yourselves and everyone around you will actually work.

Soft Hands - fluff Summary: You come home from a night out at Halloween, absolutely plastered. Joe’s waited up for you and helps you into bed safely.

Meeting Eddie - fluff Summary: After learning of your flatmate’s break out role as Eddie Munson, you watch Stranger Things to see what all the fuss is about. Joe joins you for season 4 episode 1 and you suspect the worst.

Friends First - fluff Summary: Your friend catches you and Joe with sneaky hands under the table and tries to make sure nothing happens between the two of you. Again.

One Day - fluff Summary: You wake up before Joe’s alarm, and bask in the vision of him still asleep, buried into the pillows. You can’t help put your pencil to paper to make the image last forever.

Saturn’s Eyes - fluff Summary: On your first date with Joe, he suddenly has an idea. He needs to show you something back at his flat.

I’ve Got You - 18+ smut, fluff part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: You and your flatmate have perfected the art of wingmanship for one another. It’s a great system that seems to work every single time, until you’re left unsatisfied.

A Whisper Away – fluff, hurt/comfort, angst part one - part two - part three - part four - part five Summary: A continuation of Like A Poem and A Lot Like Love where we dip into your November for a couple consecutive years and see how you’re getting on with the bookstore, Joe’s career and… other changes.

Sway With Me – fluff Summary: Joe wakes up in the night, and you’re not in bed with him and it hurts him physically because he’s a soft boy in love and it’d adorable.

Would You Still Love Me - fluff Summary: Joe finds himself cuddled up to you on the sofa, and it’s all sweet and soft, and then you ruin the moment by asking a very important question: would you still love me if I was a worm?

#joe quinn #joseph quinn #joey quinn #masterlist #fanfiction #joe x reader #joseph x reader #stranger things 4

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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20 - ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ/ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀɪɴɢ -

ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

ꜱʜɪɴʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏʏ

pairing: pirate captain! hongjoong x stowaway! reader (fem)

summary: you press your luck as a stowaway on a random ship.

w.c: 2.1k

warnings: hard dom! hongjoong, sub! reader, pirate misogyny, dirty talk, sadomasochism, master and pet are both equally nasty here <3, praise, name calling, choking, collaring, deepthroating, slapping, dumbification ? slutification ? idk, snuck a little breeding in there for a sec

a/n: day twentyyyyy <3 fff is almost over ahhh i’m so sad but at least i still have some more filth to share <3 and also i wanted to make this a lot longer but i didn’t have the time ;; but i have a pirate au that i’m working on so at least there’s that!

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When the pirates on the ship found you in their cupboards eating their food, you knew you were in for it. You managed to last two weeks, at least, so that was something in itself. However, this wasn’t the greatest situation to be in. You knew they were the worst of the worst, like every other pirate, trying to outdo each other when it came to violence and debauchery. It also didn’t help that the ship’s captain was a raging sadist, always going out of his way to make sure his men knew their place. He was their Master and they were simply his obedient pets that he could use to his advantage.

Well, shit.

You pulled out a small dagger from your trousers, yelling at the group of pirates to suck your dick. They didn’t appreciate that very much. As soon as you were overpowered, you were dragged to the deck, forced to remain on your bruised knees, with your arms bound behind your back.

Heavy leather boots pressed into the creaking wood floor in a slow, deliberate manner, heading in your direction, the sound of the previously vocal men quieting down as soon as they got closer. “Is this the little stowaway?” Hongjoong asked in an eerily giddy tone, licking his lips at the sight of you. It had been quite a while since he’s fucked a nice, tight little cunt. He didn’t mind fucking his Quartermaster’s ass every now and then, but it just wasn’t the same. He licked his lips, imagining what you’d be like when you were completely broken for him. Just a slave for his cock and nothing more. It was a delicious thought.

You kept your head down, staring at the perfectly polished buckles on the pirate’s leather boots, your fingers twitching behind your back. “The one and only,” you replied flatly, playing along with the man’s antics, but in your own way.

He placed his hands on his leather bound hips, making his belt sag down slightly, his voice suddenly low and empty-sounding, “The one that thought it was perfectly okay to eat our food and sleep in our quarters? How did you do it for so long, I wonder?” When you didn’t entertain him again, he reached down with a gloved hand, grabbing you by your hair and yanking your head upwards, forcing you to look up at him. “Did you fuck my men for their leftovers, little whore?”

You slowly lifted your eyes up, glaring at him past a few loose strands of hair, muttering, “I would if there were actually any men around. All I see is some overgrown children playing make believe. You never felt the warmth of your dear mother, did you?”

Only you would look death in the face and spit at its feet. How typical.

A visible vein began bulging out against the Hongjoong’s neck, his hand going to your throat so incredibly fast, you didn’t even have time to take in a proper breath. “Do you have a death wish, pretty girl? Should I carve you up right here and now for my filthy pets to enjoy?”

Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. You were just a person aimlessly searching for the reason you were even experiencing this life in the first place. Going from ship to ship, island to island, and waiting for something to happen. Maybe this was it.

“You could, but then all the fun would be over, you know?” you answered in an extremely strained voice, feeling yourself being lifted up from the ground just enough to send more fear and arousal straight into your core. “I thought Masters liked to play around with their pets.”

Hongjoong’s fierce rage was replaced by clear perversion, his cat-like lips forming a wide smile, slowly letting go of your neck. “The gods answered my prayers. I’ve always wanted a bratty little masochist at my feet, just asking me to destroy them. To train them. To mold them into a perfect little toy.”

You caught your breath, squeezing your thighs together in an effort to quell the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. Pushing all of your proverbial chips onto the table, you tilted your head, looking him up and down. “Yet they haven’t answered your prayers to be taller. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pint-sized captain before.”

You could see the darkness spread evenly across Hongjoong’s face, his eyes hooded and dark, glazed over and devoid of any semblance of humanity. Though you were in for a world of hurt, you couldn’t even begin to express how eager you were to take every last punishment. This was definitely what you were waiting for.

A few more weeks went by, and all the while, Hongjoong spent every night training you to become the ideal fuckdoll for him. He enjoyed fucking you into a coma as much as the next degenerate, but there was something about your throat that he was obsessed with. It was wetter, warmer, and even tighter than your cunt, and it drove him absolutely mad.

Though you could suck dick without a problem, it was different when you sucked off Hongjoong. You couldn’t just give him head and call it a day. He always needed you to choke on it until you cried, gagged, and were covered in a mess of spit and cum. However, once he was bored with seeing you struggle, he decided to train you to take his cock properly, without having to worry about you getting sick and ruining his fun. It went quite well, he had to admit, training you night after night, stretching your throat out with his heavy cock and not having to hear a single sound coming from you besides choked, muffled moans. You were his perfect toy, sent down from heaven to be used as an obedient little cocksleeve just for his pleasure, with no other purpose, except to guzzle down his load after a long day of running his ship.

Once the moon shone brightly in the cold night sky, you walked up the stairs that led to the captain’s quarters, idly running your fingers over the pretty velvet collar that Hongjoong gave to you. He stole it from another ship, making sure to clean off the blood and polish the small ruby that sat in the middle of it. He was so good to you.

Hearing the door creak open, Hongjoong looked up from his desk, dropping the feather quill inside his hand. “There you are, pet.”

You walked up to him, giving him the same perverse smile he was giving you, slowly pulling at the strings of your dress and letting it fall off your figure. Your body was covered in bruises and lovebites that Hongjoong never seemed to let you go without. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Captain.”

“Of course you were.” Hongjoong stood up and walked around so that he could stand in front of you, placing a hand on your head and slowly pushing it down, watching you sink down to your bruise-covered knees. “I remember when you were a feisty one, only learning to listen to me after you had to cry and beg me for forgiveness, but now look at you…You’re my empty-headed little fuck toy, aren’t you?”

“That’s all I’ll ever be, Captain. How can I give you a hard time when you treat me so well?” You ran your hands up his black, form-fitting trousers and unbuttoned them, slowly pulling them down to take out his already hard cock.

Gasping at the sensation of you sliding the majority of his cock into your mouth, Hongjoong reached down to run his fingers through your hair, watching you with half-closed eyes. “I do treat you well, don’t I? I fill you up night after night and leave you with a tummy and cunt full of cum. What more could a toy ask for?”

You pulled off of his cock to lick around the tip like it a melting ice cream cone, replying, “Nothing at all, Captain.”

Grunting at the loss of your warm mouth, Hongjoong sent a quick, but rough slap to your cheek and grabbed you by the hair, licking his lips. “That was a rhetorical question, little slut. Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock?”

Sighing at the burning sensation lingering on your skin, you shook your head, opening your mouth back up just in time for Hongjoong to shove his cock back inside, not stopping until your nose met his pelvis. “Mmmff…”

“My pretty toy likes Captain’s big cock inside her tiny little throat, doesn’t she?” he asked, in between thrusts, gripping the back of your head, his cold rings pressing into your scalp. “She likes getting her throat fucked like a pussy, doesn’t she?”

“Mmm…hmmm….” You tried to look up at Hongjoong, always enjoying the sadistic smiles he sent in your direction, his lips always curling into a joker-like grin, his tongue just barely poking out past his teeth. You couldn’t though, since your eyes were already rolling back into your head.

“Good little pet,” he praised, his voice coming out low and gravelly, bucking his hips so quickly, he accidentally slipped out of your mouth. “Fuck, your throat is dripping like a pussy too…” He slapped his heavy cock onto your flushed face for good measure, rubbing his pre-cum across it, before shoving himself back inside your mouth, going at it like he was running out of time.

You reached down in between your thighs, rubbing your wetness around your cunt, not even bothering to actually play with yourself, just enjoying that you were being used. It felt amazing finally finding your purpose. Orgasmic, even.

“Gonna fill your throat pussy with my seed, pet. God, I wish I could get you pregnant this way. It’s a shame, really.” Hongjoong reached down to clutch your neck, feeling his cock slide in and out at a rapid pace, enjoying the sensation of your moans vibrating against his fingers. “Even when you’re full of my kids, I’ll still fuck your throat and pussy raw every night. I hope you know that.”

Moaning heavily at his filthy words, you continued to spread your arousal around, feeling it dribble out of you at an alarming rate. You were throbbing nonstop. If you focused hard enough, you could probably cum just like this, with your Master’s cock down your abused throat and his fingers pressing onto your collared neck.

Shuddering at the feeling of his sweat dripping down along his neck, Hongjoong let out a strained shout of pleasure, drilling himself into your throat so rapidly, he barely noticed when his cock began spurting his load out. “Yeah, fucking take it! Take it, take it, take it!”

And take it, you did. Like the obedient cum dump you were. “Mmmn!” you moaned loudly, squeezing your thighs together, your lower-half trembling and jolting. You were cumming hard, just like you thought you would. If you were the angel that fell down from heaven to please Hongjoong, then he was the demon that supplied you with all the hellish pleasures you could possibly ask for.

“Godddd,” he groaned out, stopping his movements, but holding you all the way down on his pulsing cock, your jaw beginning to ache from being open for so long. “Swallow it down that tight throat of yours, pretty doll.”

You gulped and gulped, gasping for air when Hongjoong finally pulled you off of him, long strings of saliva still connecting his cockhead to your swollen lips.

Hongjoong pushed his damp hair back, trying to catch his breath after all that effort. “Say ‘ahhh’.”

“Ahhh,” you responded, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him that nothing was left.

He smiled softly, patting the top of your head. “Good girl.”

Whining at the stickiness between your legs, you grabbed his length and licked a long stripe from the bottom of it to the very tip, eventually nuzzling his hardening cock and letting it rest against your sweaty face. “One more time, Captain? Please?”

The gods truly did answer his prayers. What was better than this? Pillaging and murdering during the day, only to fuck a cock-hungry toy like you during the night? Talk about a perfect life.

Stroking your hair as gently as possible, as if he didn’t just get done breaking your mind to the point that you couldn’t think about anything else, except for him, Hongjoong leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Of course, pet. Though I might not stop until sunrise.”

Licking at his cockhead and giving it kisses, you emitted a small giggle. “I’d love nothing more, Captain.”

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saccharinesunsetretired · 4 months

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Okay disregard my last revivebur blurb i have a better one

After Wilbur death, his partner goes to live out of the smp

there is an incident, but it is relatively more peaceful

instead of UTAH, Wilbur leaves the SMP to go travel in other servers, and gets caught up in some weird shit idk idk. Point of the story— he’s in disguise

he meets the reader as the new neighbor in town! Reader doesn’t recognize him since their sight is balls after the incident, and maybe Wilbur is wearing a mask

wibbbbber is afraid of revealing himself as Wilbur due to fear of rejection so he tries to get close to you while still under the “neighbor” role

yall become friends, and the reader confides in [Wilbur] about her late fiancé, Wilbur soot!

”he was a lovely singer but a hopeless dancer…”

”our poet”

”I wish I had been there for him in the end, at least more often.”

speaks very highly of him, clearly loves him still while Wilbur is actually there and just 💘

OKAY I am responding to this one and probably the last one (later) because I have THOUGHTS

First of all, I love everything about this. Maybe reader is essentially blind after the incident (a fire? a final battle? idk). Reader has a service dog, and they “meet” Wilbur when he compliments how adorable the dog is (mans has a soft spot for animals and you cannot convince me otherwise). Wilbur recognizes you—of course—but how could he speak to you after everything? He doesn’t deserve redemption (he never did quite forgive himself), but maybe he could at least be close to you.

Meanwhile, reader can only sort of see Wilbur (maybe they’re the sort of blind where you can only make out shadows/light), but something about his presence feels warm and familiar. His voice sounds familiar too, but just a little off. Reader can’t quite place it, but they feel safe with Wilbur in a way that they themself don’t fully understand. This means, of course, that Wilbur visits a lot.

It’s a late night conversation, one held over warm tea as the rain patters gently on the roof. You’re sitting on the loveseat in your living room, dog curled up beside you, dozing off. Wilbur sits across from you in a chair, and you can barely see his silhouette. He’s asking you about your life before you arrived in town, asking less like he’s curious and more like he already knows. You write your suspicions off as your own paranoia as you begin telling him about Wilbur.

“He was too ambitious for his own good, sometimes,” you say wistfully, setting your tea on a side table. “That’s why I loved him. He wouldn’t take a ‘no’ from anyone. He had an idea of how the world should be, and nothing could deter him from that.”

Wilbur is quiet for a moment. “Sounds foolish,” he says. His tone is somewhat bitter, and he regrets the words as soon as they’re spoken.

“Maybe,” you reply thoughtfully. “Maybe sometimes…but I think his heart was always in the right place.” You pause. “Even at the end.”

You continue telling him about Wilbur, about himself, though you may not know it. How he was a terrible dancer, how he would apologize for stepping on your toes with a kiss pressed to the back of your hand. How, even when his mind was slipping, he held you at night whenever he could (so tightly, as if he feared you would slip away). How he always spoke highly of you. How he would recite poetry and respond to your light teasing with mock offense before showering you in kisses. How, during the fighting and whenever he was away, you’d receive his handwritten letters.

And then, you reach his death. “I would have done anything to save him,” you say. “Even then. Even at his worst, I would have done anything.” Your voice trembles, and you try to calm yourself with another sip of tea. When that doesn’t work, you find yourself sighing. “I wonder if he knew that. I was never good at telling him. I just wish…I wish I would have told him I loved him more, especially at the end.”

Wilbur’s heart breaks at the words, at the solemn expression on your face. He finds himself asking the question that he’s been dying to ask this whole time. “And…and did you forgive him? For all of it?” His breath hitches in his throat. He desperately wants a yes, but part of him wants a no. Part of him wants you to affirm what he’s believed about himself the whole time—that he’s unforgivable. That it’s a good thing that he died, and that you left.

Instead, you pause. “Yeah. For all of it. And I would do it all again, if I could go back. I would relive every painful moment just to be with him.”

Wilbur slowly gets out of his chair to kneel in front of yours. Hesitantly, he takes your hands in his. “I think he knows,” he says softly. “I think he knows that you loved him. Even at the end.” His breaths are short, and his legs tremble. He knows that you’ll recognize him now, and it terrifies him. The thought of losing you again is unbearable, but how can he watch you be in so much pain?

Your brows furrow slightly as you feel the steady weight of his hands in yours. And then, all the pieces fall together. These are familiar hands. These are the hands that held yours the day his nation gained independence. They’re the hands that held yours again in a dark cavern as he plotted a second revolution. You know every callous on these fingers.

“Wilbur…” His name has hardly left your lips before you’re pulling him close. He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around you. The embrace feels like home. “It’s you.” You can hardly get the words out, too much in shock and disbelief.

“It’s me,” he confirms. He buries his face in your shoulder. “I’m sorry—I’m—I’m so sorry, love. I would redo it—“

“Shh,” you say. “Please. Just…” You pull back slightly and cup his face in your hands. You may only see his silhouette, but you know exactly how he’s looking at you. You can see those brown eyes in your mind just as clearly. “Don’t apologize. I know you’re sorry.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.” His voice is slowly crumbling, and he feels your arms around him once more.

“I know.” There are so many questions in your mind, so many things you want to ask. How is he here? Why has he said nothing about his own identity?

But those can all wait. “Make it up to me,” you say quietly. “Stay this time.”

He nods. He presses a kiss to your jaw, then to your cheek, then one to your lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises.

And this time, you know he’s telling the truth.

#I LOVED THIS ASK #if anyone else sends me asks you get a free kiss (platonically)#asks <3 #listenheresweaty #revivebur x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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valictini · 10 months

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How I wish the dragon tears quest had concluded and impacted the rest of the game without changing too much of what nintendo gave us (FULL endgame spoilers ahead)

First of all, I got inspired by a comment under a YouTube video and I fully agree with this idea: Impa could have just told Link to not divulge what happened to Zelda while she tries to figure out if there's a way to get her back. The justification behind it would be that not only it would shoot everyone's morale, but it could also create a political disaster if we randomly announced that Hyrule had no ruler anymore.

Impa could have transmitted the message to Purah so she can make her own research. Purah could have a unique dialog where she acknowledges that even though it probably won't get Zelda back, Link should still investigate the strange happenings around Hyrule, just in case.

Impa would actually be in Kakariko Village as soon as we finish the quest!! Idk why they didn't do this in the first place!!

When visiting the different regions, we'd have the same dialog and events, except we'd get a unique dialog where each future sage remarks that Link seems unenthusiastic about their search for "Zelda". Link being sworn to secrecy, and the sages being polite, they'd probably cut it short and apologise for prying or something.

When you finish each temple, they all remark that maybe it wasn't Zelda. Cue, another unique dialog where they ask Link if it's why he seemed reserved about this mission.

When we finish the regional quests, Purah tells Link that they didn't find anything yet, and maybe they should reveal the truth to the others for their input.

So they do just that and!! They have!! An actual!! Emotional response!! When they all learn the truth!!

Like holy shit was it just me or did they move on from this very quickly? Aren't they supposed to be friends? Idk man, maybe it was because I had been waiting for this moment for hours but it felt really underwhelming.

Finally, after getting Mineru, we could have Impa and Purah announce to Link that they might have an idea: taking inspiration from Purah's experiments with age regression, they could possibly make a machine on a larger scale that would revert Zelda's age and hopefully get her back into a human. (still baffled that Purah's age experiment is just a background joke at this point, so why not make it actually relevant!!) They warn Link that it would take years to develop such technology and it could not work in the end so he shouldn't get his hopes up etc

Purah also remarks that if only they could somehow boost the time reversion power in Link's arm, it would be so much simpler. But alas, such amount of power seems impossible to acquire (wink wink)

She concludes by saying that unfortunately, all Link can do for now is fulfill Zelda's wish and kill Ganondorf once and for all.

Finally, thanks to all this foreshadowing, when we beat Ganondorf and get the cutscene where we see Rauru and Sonia boost Link's powers to revert Zelda, it wouldnt feel like such a Deus ex Machina anymore!!

(I mean, canonically they use both time and light but honestly i struggle to understand why they needed to specify that. At least in this version, they could have just said they boosted only the time power and simply kept it as a reference to the scene where Sonia and Zelda boosted Rauru's light powers to beat the moldugas)

As someone who finished the dragon tears quest line before I even started my second dungeon, I can't tell you how immersion breaking it was to have everyone chasing an obviously fake Zelda without being able to say anything.

It feels like such a huge oversight. I don't even understand how the Devs managed to give unique dialogs to every NPC depending on weather/what you wear etc and NOT think about players who'd finish this questline before the rest. So here's a simple but satisfying way that they could have done it IN MY OPINION

#totk #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom spoilers #dragon tears #dragon tears quest #loz #impa #purah #zelda #link #honestly if i could i would have changed a lot more but i wanted to propose something that they could have easily added

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satrs · 9 months

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Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°13

Tags; 2.7k words. Possesive Reo ig (see it as good or bad idk). angst again bc bro, I live for it.

It's been four months since the day you moved into your new home.

With the help of some of the guys you managed to furnish your new home very quickly and since the time you moved in your life has been like a dream. The amount of money you earned for your work at Blue lock was enough to feed a whole army, money being the least of your problems currently. And your private life? You haven't spoken to Sae since the last time the both of you spoke, and honestly, you thought it was better that way. But that didn't mean that your love life was laid down on the low, oh no-

"Pretty, are you coming?" Your head turned towards the bathroom door where Reo was leaned against, his eyes widening at the sight of your outfit. It was daring but not too revealing, leaving room for imagination. "Yes, one sec'." You tried to put on your earring as you heard the purple haired man approach you from the back, his hands sneaking around your waist as he leaned his head into your neck, adoring it with soft kisses, causing you to giggle. "My Gorgeous girl. Who's the lucky guy tonight?"

Yes, that's right. Reo. After we were gone for some weeks he really made it up to you, fancy dates, gifts, amazing sex - anything you could ask for. Even though everything of these things would scream relationship and the both of you spend a lot of time together - the both of you agreed that it isn't. Or to be specific, you did.

He was bitter about it at first, but grown to tolerate it. He got to spend time with you by those rules too, so he could manage to swallow some jealousy.

"I wish it would be you, but-" He groaned at your words, releasing his hold around your waist as reality kicked in. "Butttt- I need to work, and it's your free day. Actually, don't tell me who you'll go out with." you chuckle at his words, patting him on the shoulder after you managed to put your expensive jewelry in, heading out.

"Close the door after you, yeah?", you whistled at the man in joy, leaving him alone in your apartment. "Y/N, wait-", he shook his head at you in disbelief when he heard the door slam, quick to go after you, curiosity getting the better of him.

His heart filled itself with jealousy, hoping to convince you to stay at home and wait for him. He knew the way he was thinking wasn't right but, who could blame him? Anyone who would get their fingers on such a rare treasure like you would hold it tight in his arms and not even think about sharing it with anyone.

【☆】★【☆】

"Barou. You're supposed to bring in money for me tonight, what do you think you're doing here? Do you want me to cut the contract?" The man's lips twitched up into a grin, as he held open the door for you to step in. "I already did the most important fights, Shidou is doing the other one for me. As long as money is flooding in, you can't say shit."

He had to contain his laugh at Reo's furious expression, walking off to the driver's side, carefree. Reo's purple orbs switched to you, walking up to the open window. "Y/N. Why don't you wait some time, and then we can have some fun together, what do you say? I'm done with work in, like, two hours."

A frown accompanied your face. "You want me to wait two whole hours, Reo? Look, I know that you tend to be jealous, but this is a bit too much." Anger bubbled up inside of him, letting out a huff in disbelief. "Jealous? Nonono, Y/N. I don't think you understand what I'm saying. This - what we have, it's not just some play date-"

"It is. I told you so. Many times. It's better we cut this off, so you can get that possessiveness checked. We are not in a relationship. And to be honest, if that's how you would act if we were, then I'm really not in a mood to even consider it."

You knew your words came out harsh by just one look at Reo's face, but you had enough of it. Reo was a heartfelt and passionate person, but the more time you spend with him, the more controlling and possessive he got. You really didn't want to deal with his shit right now, when your single life was so good.

"Are you done? I'm not going to get my time cut with you again, princess." Reo's eyes flicked between you and the man at the wheel, teeth grinding. He's calling you princess now? "I need you, Y/N. And you sure as hell need me. I am the one who got you to where you are now, no one else. I can also take all of it away from you. I think you forgot who I am."

There was a pause. "Are you threatening me, Reo?" Before Barou could chime in, Reo's brows furrowed, lifting his hand to keep Barou quiet. "Y/N, get out of the car." You looked at him in disbelief while Barou turned his head to the side at the thick fog of tension. "What?"

"If you don't get out of this car now and wait for me upstairs like a good little housewife till I'm back, you'll see what will happen with the perfect life you're living right now."

You've never seen him so sickly obsessive as now, holding yourself from discussing the matter with him any further, attention turning to Barou once he leaned forward to get a good look at Reo, looking at him in a threatening manner. "You done?"

"From now on, you're nothing more than my Boss. I am not your 'pretty little housewife', nor are you my husband. Don't show yourself in front of me again if it got nothing to do with work." His words fell on deaf ears as you rolled up the window, attention now on Barou, motioning him to start driving. You didn't have to tell him twice as he turned on the engine, driving backward only to turn around to flash the perplexed man a shit-eating grin, driving off into the night.

"Fuck!" Reo's loud voice rang into the night, a loud sound echoing through the city as he fumbled with his hair in frustration. Feet stomping onto the concrete as he walked to his car, desperate to get away from here, away from anything related to you- or he might become crazy on the spot.

He didn't feel an ounce of remorse for his harsh threat, because he was right. He got you the job, the nice salary, the apartment, and many of your jewelry and dresses you got also from him. So why won't you just be his alone? Maybe he was wrong, maybe you were like the others - get the money and head off.

【☆】★【☆】

You and Barou enjoyed the silence and peace, putting the previous event at the back of your mind. "But why did you dress up so nice, princess?"

You crossed your arms over your chest, tits spilling over in the process, causing the man's eyes to shift between your eyes and chest. "You don't like it?" He was quick to wave your thought off. "No, no, I do. I'm just wondering, since we're driving to my place."

You tilted your head to the side, hand touching his shoulder like a feather would, smirk on your face as you leaned in to whisper your words. "I put this dress on for you. For you to rip it off later."

His laugh rang through the car, hand sneaking to your thigh, comfortably resting on it until his phone lit up, shrill ringing echoing. You glanced down, the caller ID said 'Peasant'.

You giggled at that while his hand left your thigh, an annoyed look on his face as he quickly connected the call to his car. "Oh hell nah, man!"

The both of you were a bit startled at the sound of Shidou's loud voice, you biting back a laugh. "Shidou what is it, fucking spit it out. I'm busy." A pity laugh rang from the other line. "I don't give a shit! Why the fuck is that dick Nagi up next now? Huh?!"

Barou let out a small 'oh'. "I forgot. Just do a quick match and then-" "I'm not gonna do shit! You either bring your ass here and do it yourself, or you can get your sorry ass out of blue lock entirely. It's your fucking contract, not mine."

"For fuck's sake, Shidou! I'm busy right now-" "Y/N, ma'. You don't mind dropping by for a sec', right?" You looked over at Barou at that, shrugging and letting him decide. "This is the second fucking time." He mumbled under his breath, turning the car to drive to Blue lock.

【☆】★【☆】

The both of you stepped into the establishment, you're frowning at the sight of your workplace. Yes, you really liked your job, but, you really didn't want to spend your day off there too.

"I'm so sorry." He leaned down to your level, apologizing to you. You played it off, putting a heartfelt smile on your face as you leaned up to steal a quick kiss from him. "Don't be sorry and win that shit for me. I'll give you a treat after if you do."

He grinned at that, quickly heading to the back to get ready. And in almost an instant, a familiar blonde haired came to your view, rushing over to you and lifting you in his arms, spinning you around. "Ryu! Let me down." You chuckled playfully as he placed you back on the ground, a love struck smile on his face. "Missed you. So you're down with the King tonight?" He formed his hand into claws and mimicked a lion by rowing, causing you to burst into a fit of laughter.

"God - you're so cringe. Missed you too." "Of course you did." His hand sneaked around your waist, leading you to the lounge couch. "Someone else missed you too, you know." He motioned his chin to the far end of the room at your confused expression, your eyes following him and stopping at a familiar figure.

Sae.

You scoffed, turning your attention away from him quickly. "Stop it, Ryu'." He held up his hands in defeat. "Me? I didn't do anything. I'm just sayin' what I'm seein'."

You sighed, turning your head away to think of another topic, not in the mood to talk about you and Sae's situation right now. Shidou noticed, looking over to his red haired friend and shooting him a pitiful look. How did he manage to piss you off that bad?

He soon snapped out of his thoughts once bright lights illuminated the middle of the ring, the two fighters emerging from the shadows and stepping into it, cheers and screams coming from the crowd.

"Now, up next - the Treasure of Blue lock against Barou Shoei, the King of the ring! Everyone is burning to see this rematch! Will the King take back his crown, or will he be overthrown again?"

Barou gritted his teeth at that, firmly looking at the announcer. His attention soon turned back to his opponent, who had a shit-eating grin on his face once the whistle blew, announcing the fight to start.

Nagi was the first one to walk up to Barou, which was a surprise to the onlookers. Nagi usually just waits for the opponent to come at him, too lazy to but in any big effort. But this was new.

He quickly swung his fist against Barou, who raised his eyebrow in confusion, barely escaping his fist. "What's up, King?" A laugh escaped the white haired male, warming himself up by jumping from one foot onto the other, swiftly sprinting at Barou again, first landing a painful blow to his hip. "Don't tell me you're done already."

An animalistic grunt erupted from his lung at the man's mocking, a fist briskly catching Nagi's cheek on the way, painting his snow-white skin in a rough crimson, blood splattering from his mouth as he took a step backwards. "Did you sniff something, or why are you so energetic today? Your puppet master told you to go all out, huh?"

A vein was visible on Nagi's forehead, teeth gritting as he went right at barou, two blows landing on his face. "You really think I'll let you have her? Let you take her from me or Reo?" Nagi flashed behind his back, caging him in a headlock as he whispered his next words, only for Barou to hear. "Once I'm done with your ass, I'll fuck her right in the backseat of my car. And after that, we'll celebrate my victory at home, with her moaning my name while I'm banging her till the fucking sun rises."

Anger bubbled up in Barou's face, his arm flying back to get a hold of nagi's hair, tearing himself free from his grasp. "In your fucking dreams. Some fuckers already barged in on me with her two times, and there won't be a third time." He punched Nagi right in his stomach, causing the man to stumble to the end of the ring, holding the edge for stability while Barou walked over to him. "Goodnight, spoiled brat."

Nagi lowered his head, the crowd was in shock and thought it was all over once Barou swung his fist to his face, but to their surprise a small smirk plastered itself on Nagi's lips as he quickly raised to his feet, "Goodnight, King", firm punch to Barou's face causing him to lose balance and fall over, his head spinning and hurting.

The referee appeared soon after, accepting Nagi's victory. Barou Got escorted to the back through the cheers and celebration of Nagi's triumph, your eyes lighting up in worry.

"I'll be right back, ma'. Gonna check up on that big boy real quick." And with that Shidou disappeared, leaving you all by yourself. But what you didn't know was that he didn't leave just to check up on Barou, he also wanted to make room for someone to talk to you.

Your brows furrowed, and you quickly got up from your seat to storm off once Sae stood before you, getting stopped by his light grip on your arm. "Just one minute, please."

You broke free from his grasp, aggressively clicking your tongue, turning around. "Please." A sigh came from you, a firm look on your face as you looked him right in the eye, your heart hurting. "One minute."

He stopped for a second, a relieved sigh leaving his lips, thinking about the right words to tell you. "I've been looking for you everywhere, didn't see you in months. I know you're mad at me, but, avoiding me? I had to get Shidou into this just to stand in front of you. That's too much. It's nothing that we can't talk about-"

"What exactly is there to talk about, Sae? That you want to fuck me again, no hard feelings? Ignoring the shit we've been through?" Only silence came from him. "I know that you feel the same for me, and it frustrates me so much that you don't even have the balls to tell me."

"Don't just stand there and say something." You looked at him expectingly, waiting for the words you so desperately wanted to hear from him. "Y/N. You know I can't. It's hard for me to-" Hard for him to what? Tell his long time best friend, and the person he is in love with, that he loves her? Don't be ridiculous.

"One minute is over." You turned around and walked to the back of the room to look for Barou and Shidou, furiously stomping off and ignoring Sae's calls of your name.

"Couldn't wait for me to come back?" You looked at him in annoyance, walking past him to go over to Barou. "Fuck off."

The sound of your voice caught him off guard, a worried look on his face. "What's wrong, ma'? Did something - look, I just wanted the both of you to talk it out-"

"I said, fuck. Off. I didn't ask you to play therapist. If I say I don't want to talk to him, then you need to get that into your fucking brain. Get out."

Shidou just sighed, not saying another word as he stepped out, not wanting to irritate you any further. Now he fucked up himself.

Barou looked up at you, a lightly embarrassed look on his face, unsure of what to say and too scared he might anger you. But to his surprise, your expression returned to your usual loving one, looking down at his sitting for as you took a towel to wipe off some of the blood running down his lip.

"Don't let it grow to your head. You'll still get your treat. C'mon, let's go to your place."

🏷️; @seiamor

#my work 𓆩⟡𓆪 #kazu s cfmf series*+:｡.｡#blue lock x female reader #blue lock smut

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starlight-writer · 1 year

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Okay thanks and sincerely, fuck you (affectionate). I hardly ever get genuinely pained reading something online but congradulations ig. THE ANGST. JUST 🤌🤌🤌

but wait hear me out, what if, ikik crazy, but like it turns out reader was playing the Marc Card™ and "protecting" our beloved' from either the reader themselves, or also maybe more the situation they're in (equivalent to idk, perhaps the extreme and less than uh, pleasant circumstances dear marc, steven and jake have tied to their lives. superhero shit, family trauma, anything) OR they're just as fucked up in the head and emotionally constipated and such, and is under the impression they're, again, saving the guys from "having to deal with" the reader's shit instead of using communication like a sane fucking person in a relationship. But hey, couples goals amarite 🥰

Or both. Both can be good

Happy ending or not (bittersweet too, that counts), I am in no way suggesting this is healthy and reader shouldn't be sorry and recieve forgiveness, or not. especially knowing and reading abt how much it affected the whole system. call this self indulgent af man; and please don't write, respond or keep reading if this makes you uncomfortable in any way

In hindsight, I really should have placed that warning before the ask started truly getting into it. additionally, since I'm especially off with memory today, this is all in reference to your divorce drabble/headcanons btw

Thanks 2(x) for reading this far into my ramblings, and for sharing your bomb ass writing. again, it's hard for me to feel connected with the whole y/n shebang fandoms have going on, and, despite all odds, you pulled it off

Don't know how to end these things so yayy parting thumbs up👍

Divorce Pt. 2

A/n: CRYING, ROLLING ON THE FLOOR, SCREAMING, POUNDING MY FISTS Thank you so much for this!! I am literally so excited about this!! (Also sorry for taking so long to write this, I'm a little behind on requests lol)

((I will make a part three for if reader left to protect themselves from the Moon Knight side of things so this part is if reader left due to person issues so double the content!))

Warnings: yelling, anger, talk of depression, talk of panic attacks, talks of trauma, this ain't gonna be a fun ride

Gn! Reader Masterlist

Steven

Steven is the most calm out of Jake and Marc, but that's more like being the smartest guy on the football team

It's a really low bar to meet

Steven tries to be understanding in every situation he's in, truly

His mindset is 'you never know what someone's going through' and he takes it to heart

But this?

He finds it very hard to be understanding

He doesn't even want you here, but he let you through the front door, so it must mean something right?

After explaining in full enough detail as to why you did what you did, Steven is silent

Eerily silent

It feels like the silence in a horror movie before a monster jumps out

This is the part where I could say 'and one did, Jake starts yelling at you' but that's not what happens

Steven starts yelling at you

He starts yelling at you in a way you've only ever seen Marc or Jake do

And it was never directed at you before

It scares you

Steven is so irate, he doesn't notice you shrinking in on yourself

But if he did, I don't think he'd care

Not anymore

"You led us on, you led me on, for years! You made me think I deserved kindness, happiness, love, just to drop me and make me feel like I was worth nothing! I'm sorry you went through so much and I'm sorry you're still dealing with it, but Gods! That doesn't give you the right to completely toy with us and leave when you feel trapped! You're supposed to talk to us about it! Or at least text me if you didn't want to say anything!"

"We could've worked it out. We could've... We were married. That means you at least cared about us a little, right?"

Steven's anger eventually dies and fades into depression and heartbreak

At this moment he wishes you never showed up, never tried to fix anything

He was content with walking through life, blaming himself and thinking you were an angel that got stuck with an annoying gremlin

Cause how could you do any wrong?

Steven asks you to leave, barely above a whisper

If you don't move, he will

He'll lock himself in his room until you do

You may have thought you were helping, that you were easing his confusion and pain

You were wrong

All you did was set in motion another depressive episode and make Steven feel like the worst husband

He thinks, just for a second, that he must've been so terrible at comforting you and letting you know that he was there for you

And a second is all it takes for Steven to believe it

Marc

He starts laughing

Like, maniacal laughing

"You think you can just walk in here and give me some sorry ass excuse?"

"You married us, knowing you couldn't handle it, you married us! You stood at the alter, said vows you took the time to write, said yes after having the chance of leaving, and waited months after to say you didn't want this anymore?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Unlike Steven, Marc's rage doesn't settle into depression

It sits and festers until the moment you leave

He doesn't turn violent like Jake, but he looks seconds away from destroying the apartment

Even if you manage to explain further through Marc's yelling, it doesn't register that you were in pain or suffering

It doesn't even register that your slinking away in fear at the growing redness of Marc's face

"Why'd you even come here?! To make shit worse?!"

"Of course not! I thought-"

"You've already practically killed Steven! Did you come back to finish us off?"

"No! I was trying to-"

"I can't believe I trusted you! I-"

Marc cuts himself off, digging his palms into his eyes and sniffling

He's crying

Whether in anger, frustration, sadness, or all three, it doesn't matter

He's breaking down right in front of you and you know he must truly be broken to show such vulnerability in front of someone he hates

He yells at you to leave, to leave and never come back

Don't look at him, don't breathe next to him, don't even think about him

And don't ever, ever, try to call Steven

Marc will not hesitate to visit you in his suit

That's a lie, he'd never do that

Even now, after all the pain you caused him, he could never hurt you

Once you finally leave with Marc in tears, he finally falls to the floor and cries

He cries for hours and hours, unable to move or stop

He yells into his hands in agony and frustration

Why did nothing go right for him?

Was he cursed?

Doomed to never have a happy ending?

Your visit didn't help anyone or anything

You should've stayed home

Jake

Absolutely furious

Nothing can calm him down, Steven and Marc have no chance of forcing him into the head space if they tried (though it's not like they want to)

He doesn't let you in, but he walks around the apartment, yelling at you

No, not yelling

Screaming

He can't step back and think about your explanation, what is means and how it ties into your relationship

Lord help his neighbors because he will definitely throw something

Not at you, never at you

He may think he's a monster, willing to cross almost any line to fulfill his mission, but hurting you is one of the few strict lines he will never cross

He will throw things around you, slamming a lamp into the wall, throwing glass onto the floor

And while he is enraged, he's not blind

He sees his effect on you, how scared you look at him

And he thinks 'finally. finally I see how you really feel about me'

Tears remain in his eyes, not willing to fall and give you the satisfaction

He continues yelling and throwing things, hoping to scare you away

And it works

And when he's finally alone, he dissolves into sobs

He doesn't care who might walk past the open door and see him

He just cries and cries

He can't maintain the energy of being mad as much as he wants to

He may be able to do that in front of Steven and Marc, but the second he saw your face

All he wanted to do was bury his face in your neck and hold you

Apologize for his wrong doings and pray you would at least talk to him

But seeing how Steven and Marc dealt with your absence

And seeing how much you managed to wiggle into his heart before destroying it

He couldn't allow his feelings to control his mind

His top priority has always been, and will continue to be Steven and Marc

And he's willing to sacrifice everything to ensure they're safe

They're happy

And you took away their happiness

You will never be allowed in their apartment again, let alone their hearts

Jake will make sure of it

You will regret visiting

One day, everything is going to come full circle

And Jake isn't afraid of the man he might become to get the closure his brothers deserve

(beta reader note : ouchie two electric boogaloo.)

#starlight writes #marc spector x reader #marc spector #marc spector x gn!reader #steven grant x gn!reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x gn!reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #moon knight system #moon knight #marvel #angst

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hozaloza · 4 months

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Cool little predict/scenario (spoilers ig)

What if the group escapes with the help of the Crane group (except Ashlyn ig... she'll be going through some shit with Maverick kind of staying by her side, evil or empathy idk), and each kid is with the Crane Group member who matches them the best: Ashlyn- Maverick

Aiden- Mr. Thomas

Ben- Blondie (that is, if he does get his name drop, btw I'm gonna consider a character having a name mean they are important to the story)

Taylor- Jasmine

Tyler- Ryan

Logan- Alex

And they're all just kinda on the run from the bigger organization. I like to think each kid has different feelings based on who they got with.

Ashlyn is stuck in this strange comatose phase, following phantoms around to figure out how to get out of this sleep. She senses Maverick nearby but can't do much about him. Although, she senses strange calmness every time he's around (He's speaking comforting words to her, hoping she could hear them, and let it be known he's there for her... omg uncle figure y'all?? FOUND FAMILY AU BABY-). Maverick is just sort of sitting by Ashlyn, observing her to see when she'll wake up, wondering why he came to this point in life (redemption arc baby).

Aiden doesn't trust Mr. Thomas at first, refusing to believe he and him are similar. But after some exposure, he finally understands the similarities, and feels seen by the teacher. They do... a lot of stupid shit while on the run (All those poor billboards man). Thomas also has to keep Aiden close to him in case the phantom tries taking control. Although he does treat Aiden to skateboarding and cool events (which they half the time end up having to leave early because Crane members)

Ben is hesitant to talk to Blondie, not wanting to speak to him. But he notices how Blondie doesn't really look like he wants to talk either, but forces himself to so he could communicate important information either way, and starts to slowly communicate with Blondie (with paper). They bond over the fact that they both don't like communicating with their voice, and Blondie thought giving Ben some speech therapy could help him out. He works with him often, while they relax in calming picnic spots or fields.

Taylor literally will refuse to talk to Jasmine the first 3 days, both out of fear and frustration (She probably has PTSD bc of this woman). Jasmine won't force her to talk, simply asking questions that require head nods or shakes. After 4 days, Jasmine gives Taylor a nice little trip to the Mall Of Georgia, seeing if there was a possibility to contact her brother (who was with Ryan) so they could talk after so long. She let her roam a little bit, with a good amount of cash to treat herself. Taylor does some shopping, not really having fun since she was alone, but she overall got a good change of clothes, meaning she didn't have to wear Jasmine's stuff anymore. While exiting from the food court, she stood there for a second, observing a group of friends having a fun time, not having to go through the hell she was in. She pulled the hood over her head, just wishing things could go back to at least the simpler times. However, she was unaware of the fact that a Higher-Up crane was attempting to sneak up on her. But luckily, Jasmine had been driving up the car to the entrance and planning on waiting for Taylor, when she saw this. Without thought, she drove full speed and hit the Crane Member. Taylor was caught off-guard, and realized what had been happening. "Get in!" Jasmine yelled in a panic. Taylor quickly threw her bags inside, closing the door, and Jasmine sped off. [Side note- Some kids who knew Taylor recognized her, and it spread around the school like crazy]

Tyler is straight up being sassy with this man. Insulting his bald ass head (Insults is his coping mechanism fr), and not really cooperating half the time (Phantom is starting to affect him, so). Although, when he is calm, he generally learns about Ryan, and they discuss about their similarities (Like them being both Hispanic, although Ryan is also mixed Vietnamese). He takes Tyler around the state, giving him a little break from the madness, also making sure he has a safe place to be at night for when it hits 12:00am. (He took him fishing once, safe to say he's never doing it again.)

Logan already got along with Alex, so he's just discussing about plans to get back with the group. However, Alex encourages him to take breaks every once in a while, by taking him stargazing on multiple occasions. He also does calming activities with Logan, like touring museums or having nice little snacks by ponds. They also grow close to each other, treating one another like family (FOUND FAMILY AU BABYYY)

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Yes, Taylor's was kinda long. I thought of this concept bc of her, let the child have it. Anyways, hope you like this little ramble I had that actually involved all the kids 💪💪 Bye bye (Prob more coming soon, lmao I'm gonna go insane this hiatus. Red hope you're doing good though, take a break if you need it)

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princesssmars · 2 years

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something new

a monet de haan x reader

your first gala in the upper east side, and a certain princess catches your eye...

first | previous | next

a/n: need her bad idk.

warnings: maybe a little bit of monet being ooc? idk ill set it up in the future 😭. neglectful or just kinda a hole parents bc all these kids are messed up. enjoy .

wc: 1.731

when you're parents told you they were moving the company's main office (and essentially your whole life) to new york city, its safe to say you were more than just a little upset. like, upset enough to crash one of your dads cars, but you managed to hold yourself back from doing that. barely.

granted youre family had moved around a bit when you were younger, but youd been in maine for 3 years now and had finally settled in and made actual friends. and the scenery wasnt half bad either.

but as you ride in your parents limo down the streets of manhattan, you cant help but feel isolated. cold. like the citys skyscrapers are mocking you. and dear old dad lecturing you on proper gala etiquette is not helping.

"and remember, everything you do and say reflects on us and the company. be smart about your actions and choose your words wisely. especially to your new peers. none of that sarcasm you oh so love."

ah, yes. the students of constance billiard. the children of the powerful and rich, the next great minds of our future...

a glorified description instead of calling them all a bunch of annoying privileged assholes. granted you were also privileged, but you knew how to at least act like a decent person.

the limo eventually rolls to a stop outside of a grand building, the flashes of paparazzi cameras slightly blinding you. you put on a fake smile anyway.

once inside your parents leave you to mingle with potential new business partners. or a new social circle. same thing.

so here you are, wandering the halls and rooms of the museum, eventually making youre way to the open bar and grabbing yourself a drink. non-alcoholic of course, wouldnt want drunken you causing a scandal and ending up in the gossip blogs by the morning.

"sure you dont want something stronger?" a voice sounds from your right. it comes from a man, or a boy rather, probably around your age. hes tall with pale skin, tired eyes, and sunken cheeks. "trust me, around these...vultures, youre gonna need it."

you laugh through your nose, tipping your head and glass torwards the stranger. "believe me i would if could but uh...expectations and all that. you know how it is."

"hm, sounds familiar. but uh, no, my dads are more the "we'll always support you and ignore the stupid shit you do" type. which i guess works out great for me." he says, taking a long sip of his drink.

he seemed a bit troubled, but then again, every kid here was. comes with the cash.

"try having your parents be both overbearing and absent at the same time. mindfuck isnt even the word." you sigh, smiling when he chuckles after you.

sharing this much with a stranger isnt the smartest move, you know. but youre feeling reckless.

as you both continue witty conversation, you feel eyes burning into your side. you glance to your right, and you luckily manage to keep your eyes from widening as a pretty pair of brown eyes connect to yours.

the boy (whos named you learned is max) follows your line of sight. his eyebrows raise and he wears a sly smile.

"ah, see you've caught monets eye. wish i could say shes harmless but..."

monet. you repeat the name a few times in your head. you like it.

you're brought back to attention when you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. max smiles at you and nods torwards the other side of the room.

"cmon, let me introduce you"

"who is that?"

"hm?" luna hums, too busy on her phone to pay much attention to what her best friend is speaking. she needs to pick the best pictures of julien tonight to post, after all.

monet sighs, tapping the dark-haired girl aggressively on the shoulder and pointing to where max sits at the bar, indulging in what seems like a pleasant conversation with an attractive stranger.

luna squints her eyes and hums. "hm...they do look familiar... let me check." she goes back on her phone, quickly tapping before showing the screen to her best friend.

"her name is y/n l/n, daughter of edmund and marianne l/n, renowned for their investments in colleges and college funding. family is in between old and new money. only recently moved here to new york. she's most likely going to go to constance so we should see her around..."

the girl trails off her sentence as she notices the other still staring contemplatively in your direction. she realizes and laughs lightly. "i see youve picked your next prey."

she tries not to laugh louder as monet's head whips torwards her, an unconvincing scowl on her face. "no, its because shes new and already talking to max. we need to make sure shes not a threat. thats all."

"whatever you say, hun." luna sighs, texting a blunt message to the afromentioned boy.

come over. bring that girl with you.

there werent many times in your life you were nervous - enough that you could count them on one hand. but now, being led over to some of the hottest most intimidating people you've seen tonight by a boy youve know for 10 minutes, its safe to say youre a little on edge.

"y/n, i, regretfully and against my will," he starts, whispering the last part under his breath making you purse your lips trying not to smile, "introduce you to my group of friends."

the next few seconds of silence makes you feel like a 7-year-old introducing themselves to their new class. luckily, one of the girls, with light brown skin and buzzed down hair gives you what seems like a genuine smile. "hi there, y/n, im julien. this is obie, luna, and monet. its nice to meet you."

she introduces herself and her friends that sit to her right; a boy with curly brown hair and an abnormally large forehead, a tall girl who wears a pretty but almost...scheming? smile, and then the most gorgeous girl youve seen tonight with brown skin and brown twists.

you meet the gaze of the last one. monet. shes staring you down with lidded brown eyes that watch your every move like a hawk. you stare back challengingly. the corner of her mouth raises with a smile.

"sit down. we dont bite." there was a glint in monets eyes as she spoke, hoping you pick up on what she wants to say. unless you want me too.

you unwillingly break eye contact when you sit down across rom her and next to max. he slightly nudges you, and laughs when you see his expression and roll your eyes.

"so y/n, are you new around here? how are you liking ney york so far?" the one called obie asks.

you squint your eyes as you think over your answer. "yeah, my parents just moved here for their business. and the city is fine. a little...duller than what i had in mind."

"maybe you just arent looking in the right places." monet speaks up, moving her hand from propping up her face to reaching over her leg.

"really?" you ask, resuming the charged eye contact between you two.

"really."

"shes right, most generic tourist shit is worn out by now," max speaks up, lifting his drink up in the air to you. "us natives would be happy to show you around to all the truly unique spots."

you dont show it but his enthusiasm to include you makes you feel warm inside.

"i'd...really appreciate that. thanks. but only if its alright with the rest of you. wouldnt wanna intrude in your little social circle."

you turn towards the other four, waiting for their responses. julien and obie look inviting enough, luna looks indifferent yet intrigued. monet is wearing a blank expression.

luna whispers into her ear.

she smiles.

"we'd be happy too."

max smiles and claps his hands.

"fantastic. welcome to your own little circle of hell."

the night continues and so do the conversations. occasionally throughout the night you go back into the habit of observing people and direct it to your new acquaintances.

how obie doesnt look quite that comfortable around his so called friends since childhood.

how luna and monet stick together like the creepy ass twins from the shining.

how juliens side of the conversations sometimes go stale.

how max drinks and drinks.

rich kids with rich kid problems.

eventually the night ends and you say your goodbyes after exchanging information. you smile and laugh with max, whos not quite hammered but does have the slurred speech and looseness in his body of someone who does, who is glad to have a friend who "doesn't have a pogo stick far up their ass" and eager to show you around the city in the forthcoming weeks before school starts up again.

as you wait outside on the curb waiting for the valet to bring your car back around and parents to stop smooching up to the other business people that went to the gala, you spot a figure slowly coming up to your left.

"ive gotta say, youve made quite the little introduction tonight, l/n" her smooth voice directs to you, staring out ahead of her before she looks to you at your slight chuckle.

"i barely did or said anything, max was the one to introduce and talk for me most of the night."

"you didnt need to. you're fresh meat. everyones going to be intrested in you regardless."

you smirk. "is that why you were staring holes into me all night?"

she moves her mouth to speak before who you assume to be her mother walks up beside her and tells her their car is here, the girl nodding as her mother leaves yet again.

"you're lucky you met us tonight, l/n. we'll knock you into shape soon enough." she tells you before walking after her mother. it sounds like a promise and a threat wrapped into one.

you meet eyes before she gets inside her car.

you feel the tap of fathers hand on your shoulder, urging you to get inside your vehicle.

as you sit inside the car, your parents conversation dulls as you watch the city streets pass you by.

they all seem a bit brighter, you think.

ooo the way i had to force myself down and finish this. i feel like the way i wrote this and y/n in general flip flopped but idk i'll fix it. thinking of making this a series but dont wanna get ahead of myself. sorry this took so long 😭😭

#aki menzies #audrey hope #gossip girl reboot #gossip girl reboot x reader #gossip girl x reader #julien calloway #luna la #monet de haan #obie bergmann #monet x reader #monet de haan x reader #black reader in my mind but applies to all #need her bad

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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Colonel Potter has the most trans man vibes though

1. constantly tells stories about his past that you’re never quite sure which of is true and which isn’t

2. including stories about joining up at fifteen. The late great Dr Barry would constantly change the age of his birth, at one point making it seem like he’d started studying medicine at, I believe, the age of ten!

3. of course this would also have the added benefit of him at the time explaining why he presumably looked so youthful and didn’t shave (Potter is always perfectly shaven too I think, which is good army etiquette and a good way of passing)

4. short king!

5. has the vibes of someone who’s really living his masculinity -- where, say, Radar (whom one also reads as a trans guy on occasion/there’s at least one excellent fic about it) is somewhat insecure in his masculinity, especially in things like height and has a lot of jokes pointed at him targeting those insecurities, nobody in their right mind would ever challenge Potter on things like height, or being quite emotionally open, etc. Call this older trans guy is way past giving a shit and younger trans guy is worried about getting clocked

6. idk, something about his relationship with Mildred feels so right: stories about trans people who were never clocked by their partners or who started out with partners who fully knew and supported them or were t4t the whole time..... all of these could be great! (either they adopted their kid, which there are personal stories of trans people doing in the past when such things were less recorded, or in the last one Potter could also have given birth...)

7. but mainly just this idea of a story in which someone has genuinely loved someone for so many years, but who’s put his life into this space (the army) in which many a trans man has been able to create his masculinity/new identity, and so he’s struggling with the idea of letting that go, what does that mean to him as a man who became a man in this space? what kind of man will he be outside of that space?

8. something as well about the romantic attitude of the cavalry, and choosing to become a doctor -- I mean here I think about the old fashioned masculinity of the former, and Dr Barry again in the latter. becoming a man through one of the limited routes afforded in which you may have been able to pass (at the time when he joined the army/cavalry) and then choosing to be a man who heals. it’s just... neat

9. also not to compare him again to Dr Barry (but also yes) but Barry was famously anti-authoritarian and honest in his viewpoints to the point that when he was young he got into a great deal of trouble, because it was considered from the perspective of him making trouble for trouble’s sake (this feels tbh very Hawkeye) but when he got older people often described him as a curmudgeon who cared too much about things and would go on and on about them, and would be able to dismiss him far easier, which is kind of a saddening thing to know, but with Potter that very gruff honesty pays off and is respected and something other men wish to emulate, and I just like that

10. all of this also ties into his working class upbringing and rising through the ranks as an enlisted man, rather than coming from a place of privilege from the get go. the idea of earning masculinity, again (again again again) invoking Barry’s attitudes around how much he had earned his position

11. generally this just feels like the happier James Barry story, in which Potter is supported in older age and can retire without being penniless and suddenly with barely any friends left (his old friends, yes, but Potter gains a bunch of new ones at the 4077) and on his own terms

#sherman potter #MASH #idk if this has already been said by a million other people but hereya go #trans sherman potter #been thinking about this ever since he talked about joining up at 15 #MASH meta

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creativebrainrot · 4 months

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open journal entry

most of my holiday depression isnt like- im not feeling it right now. but its still kind of there. im still extra sensitive atm to all the gunk ive talked about before.

but its nice to be distracted by Life Things(tm) from all that tv static in my head.

I do wish i could more easily eradicate all thoughts of,

"they all have someone better than you" "you aren't special to anyone" "you'll never be someone's favorite" "you are not wanted"

All of those thoughts hurt like hell like my heart is getting ripped out of my chest. that kind of hurt. no matter how many times i think them. it hurts like new.

but like i said in a previous journal entry, that, conviction that all those thoughts are actually true and real, it just takes time for it to be revealed it was true the entire time, and i am the only exception to kindness and good will. It goes so deep idk how to unlearn it. i think for now at least i have no choice except to just learn how to live with those thoughts (hate. but therapy expensive and annoying and difficult. so. Later(TM))

my point was.

theres a lot of. tv static up stairs right now. I wish i could just turn it off and act like everything was normal.

but it isnt normal right now. and im gonna have a lot of times where I need to just hide away in DMs and not talk to anyone except people i already know.

i'll probably go through this next december too.

it doesnt end or turn off. I will have trouble with the holidays probably for the rest of my life but i WOULD like to enjoy new year's again :(

I kinda wish it was more acceptable to ask for validation/reassurance? like it's so weird to me that's not "socially acceptable" or that its like "weird" to ask "hey we're still good right?"

because: "(the worms in my brain have been torturing me for the last week and I need to know that we're still chill directly from you sorry)"

and thats insanely difficult to work through on my own without any external reassurance but oh my god id rather gnaw my own foot off than deal with being ""too autistic"" to any of my friends.

(NOTE!!!! i know for a fact that three of my closest friends would be completely fine and very understanding if I DID ask them that question/need reassurance ily guys <3)

idk man. brain. difficult. life hard. /positive

excited for the stability we'll have next year though oh my god i love the city holy shit this everything my previous shitass house wasn't oh my god i am so happy i would love to make this place specifically work out if it doesnt thats fine but holy shit i wanna stay here man

also. financial insecurity. (derogatory.)

Overall: 8.9/10 we are doing great and so are the pets. I wish we could re home katey but a big nervous anxious old dog is A Lot and no one has been able to take her in. I can tell it weighs on my dad that no one can take her in and love her. let alone how much it hurts to rehome an animal at all, even when itd be better for the animal too.

anyway we're doing well, i want my schedule back i have friends to bother with oc ship nonsense (/affectionate) again and i have things i need to get out of my brain but I Can't!!!!! [legoyodadeath.mp3]

#creativelyrottedmind #rotthoughts #open journal #many thouhgt. woahg.

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