#person b doesn’t have enough time to be angry so they just stand there like WHAT? WHY? WHY?

[aimseytv]

i love zombie apocalypse related anything. writing? i eat that up. art? give it to me. heart breaking angst that’ll make me wanna claw my eyes out? more please

#there is just something so brilliant about zombie apocalypse related stuff #listen i know it’s so overdone but i will never get over the whole *someone is hiding their infection from the person who loves them* #person a is hiding their infection and their bite #person b has no idea #person b finds out #person b doesn’t have enough time to be angry so they just stand there like WHAT? WHY? WHY? #person a says they didn’t wanna hurt person b #but this hurt person b the most #because now person b will continue living once person a has passed thinking they didn’t trust them #but that was never the case #person a just loved them too much and couldn’t bare to see the pain in person bs eyes #ITS SO CORNY BUT OWWW

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 || dark!joel miller x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 || he told you he'd never let you go, but it hadn't sounded like a threat at the time— it sounded like pillow talk, like sweet nothings. you should've believed him; you should've known escape wasn't an option from a man like joel miller.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 || a bit over 3k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 || smut (18+ only; noncon/heavy dubcon, bondage, forced breeding), stalking/yandere, possessiveness, past/described character death, "bunny" as a pet name (with a couple "baby"s and "babygirl"s in there), angst, gaslighting/manipulation

“How’d you find me here?”

His face was straight and stoic.  Last time, he’d smirked when you asked that— like he was proud of himself.  Now, he was just tired.  Tired of chasing you, tired of your constant yet fruitless search for freedom. 

Tired, and angry.

“I’m persistent,” was his flat reply.

“Well, doesn’t matter,” you shook your head, “doesn’t change anything— same as before, it’s over.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” you shot back instantly, “and I’m not explaining this shit you again.  You don’t fucking own me.”

“So all those things you said— that we said?” Joel hissed, stepping forward, making you feel cornered in your own tiny room.  It wasn’t much, but it was your own, and you loved it for that.  You’d spent the last month making it feel like home, and now you’d have to leave it all again, have to run from him again.  “What was that, then? All just bullshit?”

“I— that was a different time, I was a different person,” you sighed.  “So were you.”

“Said you loved me,” he recalled.

“I didn’t even know you,” you snapped.  “You aren’t who I thought you were…”

He stepped up to you again, and you reached for your belt— but he grabbed your wrist before you could grab the knife.  “Whatcha gonna do with that, bunny?” he cooed, sickly-sweet.

“Don’t call me that,” you whimpered, trying to wriggle out of his grasp but only hurting your wrist more.  “You can’t call me that anymore…”

“Gonna hurt me, bunny?” he continued, pulling you closer until you had to bite down on your shaking lip— you didn’t want him to see you cry, again.  Because even after everything, when you cried, you still wanted him most— you still craved his comfort, even knowing that it was all lies.  He was sick and twisted, you knew that, but he looked just like the man you fell in love with— he smelled like him, he had his warmth and strength, and your body sometimes longed to wrapped up in his arms again even if your heart ached remembering what he’d done.  “Y’already hurt me as bad as you ever could.  And I still love you.”

You shook your head, tears starting to roll, as he pressed his face against your head and took in a deep breath beside your hair.  “You never l-loved me,” you hiccuped, “you don’t— you don’t do what you did to people you love—”

“I didn’t do anything to you,” he defended, “just made sure nobody would try to keep us apart, s’all.  M’sorry for what happened to your brother, too, but you know I only did what I had to.”

“Shut up,” you pleaded, trying to pull away again.

“You know he stepped up on me,” he continued anyways, “you know he said I couldn’t be trusted, that I wasn’t good enough for you— and I couldn’t just let him say that shit.”

“Stop, stop talking,” you begged, shutting your eyes tight and trying so hard not to see it again— your brother on the ground, his face red and bruises already forming on his neck, Joel standing over him catching his breath.  “Y-you just did it b-because he was all I had left,” you said, mostly reminding yourself.  “That was the only reason my brother died.  Because you needed to be the only thing I loved.”

“He was a piece of shit!” Joel barked, making you cry harder.  “He was nothing, okay?  I’m your everything—”

“No, no—”

“You said that!  And he was gonna try to take you away from me!”

“Because I told him I was scared of you,” you explained.

“So it’s your fault— you killed him,” Joel insisted as you tried to cover your face with your spare hand.  “Shouldn’t’ve told him that, bunny… shouldn’t’ve let him try to steal you, you know I couldn’t let you go— you know I can’t let go of what’s mine…”

He always got in your head so quickly; he'd carefully built his control over your mind in the year you'd been together, and it took a while to break out of it once you'd left.  But even still, you'd never stopped looking over your shoulder— every time he tracked you down, you made another escape and started all over.  But it didn't usually last too long.

“That’s why I’m just gonna keep finding you, bunny.  ‘Cause you’re mine.  So will you just stop runnin’ from me?”

You tried to take a deep breath, fighting to get enough air in your lungs to speak, but it all still came out as a shaky whisper: “I’m not… I’m not yours anymore,” you informed him weakly.

“Let me tell you somethin’,” he said— calm at first, but suddenly getting angrier as he sneered and yanked you closer.  “Somethin’ you’re gonna be better off the sooner you accept it: you’ll always be mine.”

You whimpered as he spun you around, embracing you— or was he constricting you? — as your back pressed against his broad chest.

"Need me to remind you?" he purred in your ear, and you struggled harder against his grip.

"No, Joel— don't—" you pleaded.

"Need to remember who you belong to?" he pressed again, reaching down to start unbuttoning your jeans.  "M'gonna help you, bunny, it's okay— you're not gonna forget again."

"Please," you whined, shivering when he started to tug your pants down— it was cold in here, and even his warm fingers weren't enough when the draft hit your bare thighs.  "Joel, don't have to do this— let's just talk, we can talk—"

"Too late for that," he shook his head, groaning as he cupped your sex in his rough hand.  "Tried to talk to you already, when we talk you start fuckin' lyin' to me— callin' me a monster just 'cause I love you.  Sayin' you don't love me anymore… but your body doesn't lie, baby, feel that?"

He'd pushed your panties down and was sliding his fingers between your lips, purring as he roughly explored the slick folds of skin.  Your stomach sank and your chest felt hollow— even with everything he'd done, you never thought he'd do this to you…

"Oh, fuckin' wet," he noticed with a sickening grin that you could hear in his voice.  You turned your face away but he grabbed it with his free hand and turned you back to look at him.  "Kiss me," he ordered.

Slamming his lips on yours, you whined and tried to pull away.  He kept kissing you anyways, lips and tongue overwhelming yours, indifferent to your resistance.

"Don't be like that, bunny," he pouted when you managed to wrench your head back— he started kissing your jaw and neck next, rubbing circles on your clit with two fingers.  "You just need to remember how good it is to be mine— just relax, baby, just let me help you—"

But when you tried to kick at his legs, a desperate attempt for a chance to flee, he got angry again and threw you face-down onto your bed.

"Please, don't," you sobbed, but he was already behind you, grabbing your wrists and holding them down over your head.

You cried harder when he let go with one hand, and you heard the slide of leather on denim as he took his belt off.

Crying harder, you felt him lean over you and wrap the belt around your wrists, tying them together tightly.  You were begging incoherently, too scared to try to fight against the leather on your wrists but hating how it felt to be restrained (especially in such a crude way).

A moment later, he tugged you down so that you were bent over the side of the bed while he stood behind you, and he started to open his own jeans.

A shudder crawled over you when you felt his cock rub up against your ass, a low groan coming from behind you as he ran his hand over your back— maybe just to touch you, maybe to hold you down.

"Joel, I'm sorry," you whispered, "I'm sorry, I won't leave again, I swear…"

He hummed happily, but didn't stop.

"Just please stop," you requested weakly.  "I'll be yours again, but you— you're hurting me…"

"Only 'cause you made me," he accused with a growl.  "If this is what you need to know whose you are, then I'm gonna hurt you."

"No— you don't need to do that, I-I know now, I swear…"

You heard him spit, then the wet sounds of him spreading the fluid on his cock, and you buried your face in the sheets.  "It's gonna be okay, bunny," he promised, just before he shoved himself inside you.

He used to be so tender, so delicate with you.  For all his mood swings and violent tendencies, he'd always made love to you so sweetly.  You couldn't believe that was the same man as the one holding you down now, forcing his cock deeper and grunting loudly as you whined in pain. 

"You can take it," he informed you coldly, already moving far too fast and slamming to the deepest parts of you each time.  "Same dick you used to beg for all the time, don't act so fuckin' hurt when I know you like this."

His hands moved to your shoulders, holding them tightly as he found his pace; you heard every moan, every heavy breath, even though you wanted so much to try to ignore it all.  The most difficult thing to ignore, of course, was how it felt: the sting of being stretched around him, the soreness where he dug his fingers into your skin, the sick pleasure you hated yourself for noticing.

"God, I missed this," he groaned.  "Missed having this little pussy around me— I'm gonna make you feel so good, bunny, gonna take care of you like I promised."

He laid himself down over you, pressing you down deeper into the mattress, and spoke right by your ear.

"Used to say nobody else ever made you feel like I did," he purred.  "You remember that?  Was that even true, or were you a liar then, too?"

"N-no, I never lied to you, Joel," you tried to defend yourself— but then he moved his hips just right and forced you to take even more of him than you thought possible, and your voice fell into a whine.

"What about when you said we'd always be together, huh?" he prompted with disdain in his voice.  "I told you I needed you, bunny.  M'fuckin' nothin' without you, you know that— and then you left me.  How could you break my heart like that, babygirl?"

"I'm sorry," you cried, "I-I was just scared… you… you killed my brother, Joel.  I hate you for that."

"I know," he soothed, "I know— but I can't lose you.  I'm sorry, bunny, I can't let you go."

Unfortunately, that you knew; and in a way, you understood.  You just wished this wasn't your fate, that you might have a chance to be free— that just wasn't in the cards for the girl Joel Miller loved.  He'd let a lot of things slip away from him in this life and you were not going to be next on that list.

After a while, it started to feel familiar; it reminded you of how it used to be, when things felt so simple and you had no idea what was around the corner.  Your body relaxed under his, your legs stopped flailing and your grip on the sheets loosened… you went limp, the struggle leaving you as another instinct took over.

Slipping his arms under you, he held you tightly, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck.  The sickest part was how easy it was to let his praises wash over you.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered to you, “that’s my good bunny— just like that, lemme take care a’you…”

All your energy was focused on not letting him hear how it affected you, how easily he could reclaim your body.  You’d been running for months— almost two since you’d seen him last, when he tracked you down to Michigan and you only got away cause you had a friend with a car— and he had you back under his thumb in minutes.  Maybe he was right: you’d always be his, no matter what anyone did.  Even your own brother couldn’t save you.

“I betcha missed me, too,” Joel mumbled in your ear.  “Betcha got lonely, huh, bunny?  I’m here now, never letting you go again, I swear— can’t live without you… we need each other.  You need me.”

It was so strange to you, how he could sound so sweet and then so livid in just a moment.

“Just admit it, baby,” he encouraged— but it was an order, you weren’t too far gone to know that.

“I need you,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Louder,” he demanded.

“I ne—” you choked, having to stop and start over because your voice was broken from crying.  “I need you, Joel.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, and his thrusts picked up in speed.  You could hear the sound of skin slapping on skin— of your wet channel betraying the way you actually did need him.  “Yeah, fuck,” he repeated, “s’my girl… always ready for me, huh?  Such a needy fuckin’ pussy y’got…”

He was moving harder and faster than ever, but his thrusts were more shallow than before— he usually started by savoring you, pulling out to the very tip and sliding back in so he could feel you on every inch of his cock.  But then he got into this sort of mood, where he could barely bring himself to pull out at all— said it felt too good inside you to leave— and so it was more like grinding, staying deep in you and letting just the base of him thrust in and out.  It was so deep it made your head spin, but you couldn’t do anything but lay there.  Lay there and realize that it was too late to stop him, or to stop yourself from what was about to happen.

You hoped if you didn't make a sound, he wouldn't notice.  You used to always tell him when you were coming, because he told you to: coming, Joel, you're gonna make me come— please don't stop—

But he noticed, even without all that fanfare.  Even if only a suppressed whine echoed in your throat, he felt the way your body reacted when he brought you to the peak.

"Mm," he hummed proudly, "y'see?  See how your body remembers?  Fuck, love feelin' it when ya come, babydoll.  Love feeling that li'l cunt squeeze me."

After you’d come, though, you became far too sensitive— everything was just too much, all at once, and your whole body began to shake.  He didn’t slow down, he wasn’t fazed at all, but you were so overcome you could barely choke out your plea for mercy: “J-Joel, please… s’too much, I jus’... I need a second—”

“Shh,” he interrupted.  “Still teachin’ you your lesson, bunny.”

“No, fuck,” you gasped, “Joel, I… I can’t…”

“Can’t take it?” he finished for you.  “Can’t take any more of this?  This is what you wanted, though.  Isn’t that why you made me come all this way?  Made me chase you all over the fuckin’ country just so I could get my girl back?

"I won't leave Joel, just stop—"

"I know," he groaned.  "I know you won't leave me again, especially when you're pregnant."

"What?  Joel, no—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, gripping your hips tighter.

"Joel, don't—"

Your begs were accompanied by your shaking hands trying to somehow wiggle their way out of the belt, but both were useless.  He was so much stronger, his weight kept you pinned so easily that you felt like you couldn't breathe; his hips drove into yours over and over, every movement like another punch to the gut and a stab to the heart.  “Just take it, baby,” he demanded, though the tone of his voice was sweet— rough, but sweet.  “Just trust me.”

I don’t trust you, you wanted to scream, I can’t trust you.  But it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway, if you could even pull yourself together enough to speak.

"We're gonna be together, like you said," he promised, his voice a deep growl as he fought his way to the peak of pleasure, slamming into you ruthlessly.  "Me an' you, and our baby.  Gonna make you so happy, bunny, gonna take care of you— and we're gonna be a family—"

"Please,” you breathed, “let's just— just talk about this first…"

"And you'll be mine forever, y'hear me?  You're never gonna try to fuckin' leave again."

You shook your head, exhausted and overwhelmed and giving in completely to the fact that he did own you, even after you insisted that he didn't.

"Say it."

"I won't try to leave you again," you promised, the words like poison in your throat but music to his ears.  "I love you, Joel… you know I love you…"

"I love you too, bunny," he returned, holding onto you tighter.  "So much— more than you can imagine."

You were numb, barely in reality, as he filled you; you could feel his cock flexing inside you and you hated the way it made your walls pulse— it showed how your body craved what your mind feared.  

“Baby…” he groaned, that heavy satisfaction in his voice as he sunk down on top of you.  You’d been waiting for him to pull out, disgusted that he was still inside you and hoping that you could sneak off to the bathroom to try to clean yourself out; but, he stayed inside, and relaxed even further as he stayed laying on top of you.

Staring off into space, you tried to shut your eyes but it burned.  So you just blinked through the pain and wished against everything that this was some horrible dream.

If it was, it felt more real than anything ever had.  He kissed your face gently, wiping the last of your tears away with his thumb.  "Shh, it's okay, little bunny… everything's gonna be okay now," he soothed in a whisper.  “You won’t have to be alone anymore.  It’s gonna be how it’s supposed to— how we said it would: you and me, forever.  Okay?”

It wasn’t a dream, but the way you spoke and moved without even thinking first sort of felt like one; “Okay,” you mumbled weakly as you nodded.

He smiled proudly down at you.  “Now let’s get you home, bunny.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller dark fic #dark!joel miller x reader #dark!joel miller smut #dark!joel miller hbo #joel miller hbo x reader

[theblue6ook]

Shit Interview PT 5

Summary: The day Bruce Wayne is finally supposed to work in office... and he's late. [B (23) & Y/N (21)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: I know I said this would be out early 3/6, but I lied… If you liked this story, it’s a part of my “Out of My League” series :)

Y/N had woken up at 5 am on Monday morning. She did her hair and her makeup. She dressed a little nicer than she would any other day, with a new top and new shoes that she purchased with her new paycheck. John opened Dorthie’s Flowers early for her so she could stop in and get flowers for the office, just because. Of course, John knew what was going on. He gossiped with Alfred on their usual off day. She even had time to go to Batbuck’s and get a black coffee and a breakfast sandwich with bacon. Yes, she knew her employer's order. And after two weeks of agony, today was the day. The day Bruce Wayne was coming to the office.

Did she think he’d honestly care about any of her efforts? No. No, not even a little bit, but it made her feel better. Knowing she was putting in effort even if her boss wasn’t. So, she sat in the office doing her usually scheduled work, watching the clock tick by. Check-in with the social team. They’ve been begging to have Bruce Wayne in a promotional video: at 8 am. Work on approving Wayne Charitable Foundation fundraisers: 9:30 am. Look through suggested events: 11 a.m. It was 12:33 pm. Their first meeting started at 12:30 pm. Bruce Wayne was supposed to be here at 12 pm. Where the fuck is he? Who knows, but he’s not where he’s supposed to be. Y/N contemplated driving down to that manor, grabbing him by the legs, and throwing him in the back of her van. She thinks she could do it. She thinks she’s angry enough to do it. 

Just like in every other meeting, she was acting as a notetaker, and as she looked down at her notebook… she thought she might throw up. Mr.Collins may have been… especially an asshole last week, and she may have told him she knew for a fact Bruce Wayne would be here today. After two weeks of dealing with his comments and cruelty, she just can’t take the heat. So she sits in her corner, with her notebook on her knees hoping, praying he’ll forget all about it… He doesn’t.

“Miss.Y/L/N,” he sang at her, a shit-eating grin on his face, “I thought we were expecting Mr.Wayne today.”

He held his arms out as if to say, where is he? She tried to ignore him, leaning over toward her back and grabbing a pen out. Stepping in front of her, he used his foot to scoot the bag away from her. “I asked you a question, Miss. Y/L/N.”

“Personally, I thought it was more a statement,” Mr.Foxx tried to take some of the attention away from her. She looked over at him and smiled. She wanted to thank him, but unfortunately, she knew it wouldn’t deter Mr.Collins. He was determined to make her look stupid.

“The question was implied,” Mr.Collins spoke. 

“He’s just late,” she replied, bored, looking down at her notebook and trying to appear unfazed. “I spoke with him on Saturday, and he said he’d be coming around twelve.” He tried taking the notebook off her lap, but she held onto it, leaving them at a standstill. 

“You may look at me while I talk to you,” he spat at her. Y/N, don’t say a goddamn thing, she thought, nothing that comes out of your mouth will be helpful. The executives had all paused near their seats, watching the scene, waiting to intervene, but then the attention shifted.

“Please stop harassing my assistant, Nigel,” a voice had spoken smugly. The notebook slipped out of her hand, and a breath she didn’t know she was holding released. There, leaning cooly against the doorway, was Bruce Fucking Wayne in a suit that probably cost more than her life. Nigel backed off and looked absolutely aghast.

He took a minute to process the man standing in the doorway, straightened up and spoke, “Mr.Wayne, what a… surprise.”

“Well, you know Gotham traffic, it’s a nightmare.” The other executives chuckled, still standing. Y/N could tell no one was really sure what to do with themselves. Bruce looked at her confused, “Miss.Y/L/N, what are you doing in the corner?”

Grabbing her notebook on the way over, he slipped behind her cornered chair and wheeled it to the table with her in it. He sat between her and Mr.Foxx, and slowly, everyone relaxed and sat down, chattering quietly. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and whispered, “Why do I feel like you were late on purpose?”

He just grinned.

Bruce actually had every intention of being here on time, but the case had a breakthrough, and the case always comes first. Even despite Alfred's insistent honking in the driveway. After weeks, he had found where Bane had been putting his chemicals. He'd been stocking them in different warehouses around the city, spreading them out. So, it might be time to spend the week in the penthouse conveniently enough.

Speaking confidently and intelligently, Bruce Wayne started the meeting. To everyone’s surprise, including her own, he had actually done his homework on the energy program they were discussing. He spoke expertly on the topic as if he worked in the program. His being here would have even been enough, she thought. Y/N took notes on whether they were to keep the program or get rid of it, and Mr.Wayne even had her repeat the notes at the end. This might have been the smoothest meeting she had ever attended. 

As it came to an end, they decided to schedule another for tomorrow at 1 pm. Mr.Collins claimed it gave everyone time before making a final decision. As the executives were filtering out of the room, each one would shake Bruce Wayne’s hand. I hope to see you again, Bruce, such a pleasure. I’ll be looking for you in the office, Wayne. Glad to have you back. You look so much like your father. She took the opportunity to squeeze by them, leaving the room. Bruce noticed and excused himself to follow her out.

He caught up to her easily, “What’s our next order of business?”

“Well, this would typically be my lunch, so I’m going to heat up some soup and send out some emails,” she stepped onto the elevator, and he followed her. “Then, I need to type up the meeting notes and send them out, but I do have some files you need to look over, and then you’re on your way.”

“That’s it,” he said, eyebrow raised. “You told me I was a valuable part of the company. I have so much to do-”

“First of all,” she interrupted, pressing the top floor before the penthouse, “I never said you were valuable. I said this was a favor. Second of all, you insinuated you wanted an easy schedule, so that’s what you get.”

“Now, who’s interrupting,” he smirked, leaning against the elevator wall.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You could have left me at home.”

“Not a chance,” she smirked at him, leaning against the opposite wall. “The files should take you until three. There’s a coffee and a sandwich on your desk.” 

“It’s probably cold by now.”

“Well, I suspect you know how a microwave works.”

Thinking for a moment, he said, “What’s happening to the rest of the work I supposedly had?”

“I’m assisting you with it,” she smiled. “So far on my list of Bruce Wayne things today, I’ve met with the social team; they want to do a video with you, by the way. I’ve worked on some WCF fundraisers and events, which you should attend at least a few of-”

“You know there are teams for all of this stuff?”

“Did you not hear the parts that included you?” The elevator dinged, and she stepped out, exasperated. “Again, you are the face of your company. Your teams want your opinion. They want to include you.”

He was one step behind her once again, following her easily toward his office. “I’ve owned this company for a while and haven’t involved myself this much.”

She slowed to turn and look at him, annoyed, but he bumped into the back of her. Dipping his hands into her waist, he steadied her. She paused and then pulled back, defensive, “You wouldn’t even be here right now if I didn’t bust into your house.”

Turning around abruptly and heading into his office, she hoped he hadn't noticed her blushing. He did and he followed after her with a grin.

@pank0w @moejoeflow @padsfirewhisky

#batfam #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batmom #bruce wayne #batboys x reader #slow burn

[alyswritings]

I just thought of this just now but basically can I request a Jj maybank x sister reader where the reader like breaks something in the chateau, it can be like a cup or a plate. It smashes all on the floor, pope and john B run in to see what happened and y/n gets scared as she doesn’t want them to be mad like her dad did last time she broke something. She starts to cry and runs out and jj comes back thinking they done something to her but they tell him what happened and said they wasn’t mad was telling her it’s okay as accidents happen? xx

The boys are outside and getting ready to go out on the boat while Y/N is inside, packing up their sandwiches that Pope made. Grabbing the glass that she was using for water earlier, but knowing she won't need it anymore, she grabs it off the counter. It's just out of her reach, the girl having to get on her toes to manage to grab it.

However, before she can get a good grip on it, it slips her grip, shattering onto the floor in pieces. The girl lets out a loud gasp, eyes widening at the shattered glass.

John B and Pope, who were right outside the porch, heard the crash and rush inside. Y/N looks up when the door swings open, fear setting in at the two teenagers rushing in.

"Hey. Hey, are you okay? What happened?" John B asks.

"I-I-- I'm-- I'm sorry." She whimpers, tears already streaming down her face.

"Hey, hey, it's all right." Pope says. "Y/N--"

"I'm sorry." She sobs, running out.

"He-- wait, the glass!" John B tries to warn, worried about her cutting herself. Though she doesn't seem to hear him as she races outside.

JJ climbs off the HMS, ready to go tell them they're all set, but he frowns when Y/N runs out crying.

"Y/N?" He calls, though if she hears him, she just ignores him. "Y/N!" He calls, but she only runs over to the chicken coop and crawls in it. "What the fuck?" He mutters, rushing into the chateau.

"What the hell did you two do?" JJ immediately accuses.

"Nothing." Pope states, crouching on the floor and cleaning the glass up.

"We didn't do anything, man. We-- we were outside and we heard a crash. We ran in and there was glass all over the floor and she was just standing here. She started crying when we came in."

JJ takes a moment to process before he realizes what would've caused her to react like that.

"Fuck." He whispers, rubbing his temples.

"What?" John B asks.

"Well... let's say Luke Maybank isn't one to excuse broken dishes so fricking easily." JJ sneers while slamming the screen door open and walking out. Pope and John B share a sad look, understanding the girl's reaction.

"JJ!" John B calls before the blonde gets too far and he turns back. "There was some blood on one of the pieces of glass. I think she cut her foot running out."

JJ nods before walking off, going to the kitchen coop. He crouches down and finds Y/N sitting curled up in a ball and sobbing into her knees.

"Munchkin?" He softly calls. She glances up at him, but only for a split second.

"I'm sorry." She cries.

JJ's heart breaks and he crawls into the chicken coop. He sits across from her, making sure there's a little bit of space.

"Kiddo, the glass was an accident. None of us are made at you." JJ tells her, making sure to keep his voice gentle.

"Yo-- you're not?" She sniffles, looking up at him.

"No. No, we're not and we never will be. It's an accident. You didn't mean to drop it and it's okay that you did. We're not angry." He tells her.

"But... but daddy hit me last time I broke a plate." Y/N hiccups.

"I know." JJ frowns. His heart cracks even more knowing he couldn't protect her from him. "But that's dad... and dad is a mean person. We're not like him, you know that. None of us would ever hurt you. We've never laid a hand on you, right?"

"Right." Y/N mumbles.

"I promise, as long as you're with us -- and especially me -- you're safer than ever." JJ tells her. Y/N sniffles and nods. He carefully reaches out, his hands resting on her ankles. When she doesn't pull away, he lifts her legs up a little, enough to see the bottom of her feet and sees the cut on the bottom of her right foot.

"You're bleeding, kiddo." JJ notes.

"I stepped on the glass. I felt it, but I kept running." Y/N mumbles.

"It's okay. We'll get you all bandaged up -- easy peazy." JJ tells her.

Y/N holds her arms out and JJ pulls her over to him, tightly hugging her, rubbing her back. He kisses her on the head, smoothing some of her hair down.

"Can we still go on the boat?" Y/N asks.

"Obviously. Little disinfectant and a Band-Aid ain't gonna stop us from having a amazing time on the Pogue. And we're also picking Kie up." He adds making the younger girl grin. "Yeah, yeah, she's your favorite. We know."

"Mm-mm." She shakes her head. "Second favorite."

"Second? Oh, really? Who's on top?" JJ asks.

"You." Y/N states, tightening her hold on him. JJ grins, picking her up, and crawling out of the chicken coop.

"Always making smart choices, kiddo." JJ comments, ruffling her hair, making her giggle.

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#jj maybank #jj maybank x sister reader #jj maybank x sister!reader #obx #outer banks #obx jj #outer banks jj

[ma1dmer]

Crescent City - Ithan Holstrom NSFW

this is kind of old ,I am now wiser and actually want to top this man

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): very very attentive, will ask you what you need, carry you to the bathroom to wash up even if you are literally fine, bring you water everything you need he'll prepare it

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): i am a firm believer that he is an ass guy, he would never say it out loud ,but his eyes always travel down your body when you walk away from him

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he is a wolf shifter, some interest in breeding comes with the territory, he is still very stressed about kids and bringing one into the world, he is too young for that but he can't deny himself the appeal of watching him cum leak out of you when he pulls out

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): its something he doesn't think he'd have the nerve to go through, because he is relatively possessive ,but he has thought of the possibility of a threesome with certain people, it gets him as angry and embarrassed as it gets him horny, he’d be hurt at first if you ever suggested it, but eventually his own curiosity would have him saying yes, it’d need to be someone you both know and are comfortable with though and he’d spend most of the time trying to prove himself to you, but eventually he’d relax and simply enjoy the experience

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): very little experience, just didn't have enough time , with all that was going on in his life, plus the fact he is more of a relationship guy, rather than a one night stand guy

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): the basics, they work just fine for him, he does also like reverse cowgirl 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he tends to get lost in his head a lot, so he is more serious, very focused on bringing you pleasure,  but he does love when you laugh during sex, it pulls him out of his head and into the moment ,watching you be this comfortable with him is enough to make his knees buckle

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): tried to shave the first few times he knew he was going to see you, couldn't handle the itchiness and now just tries to keep things tame by trimming

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he tries to do romance, but it doesn’t come naturally, he is very sweet, but his idea of romance is googling how to be romantic and doing everything a top 10 list says, its cute, but wine and roses just aren’t so much his thing

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): the amount of times he has jacked off to the thought of you is embarrassing , he wants to seem mature and responsible and not scare you off ,so he hates how much you affect him ,how everything, from your perfume ,to the clothes you wear ,to simply the idea of a date with you later during the day will get him excited, totally the type of keep a shirt of yours or something to hold onto while he strokes himself

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): more on the vanilla side

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he needs his privacy, locks and double locks every door in his or your room

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): just about anything, accidentally catching a glimpse of your ass in some pants he likes, whispering in his ear seductively, wearing a perfume he likes ,he just can't help himself, his body is always ready for you 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurting you, he can't bring himself to actually hurt you, physically or verbally, even if you ask him for it, he just can't do it

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves 69ing, isn't really good at it because he gets distracted with your mouth on him but gods ,the view and feel of your thighs around his head as well as the feeling of your mouth on him, its so overwhelming in the best way, give him some time to find his pace and he gets really good

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Fast and rough, he tries to hold himself back and its always a battle between letting himself go entirely and trying not to hurt you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he will never say no ,but honestly it just doesn't work for him, he needs the time after sex to cool down with you in his arms, he needs to take his time with you and enjoy your presence, also it just makes him want you more, you can't just pull him in the middle of the day to quickly try something and then go about your day expecting him to not be distracted

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is kind of on the vanilla side , he sticks to whatever works right now, but with some good communication and a bit of , lets say, motivation he is game with trying out a lot of things

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): both as an ex athlete and a wolf, lets just say, his stamina is over the moon ,haha get it

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he would be a bit weird about it at first ,kind of getting it in his head that he isn't doing a good enough job thats why you need them, but the more he thinks about it, you in your room possibly thinking of him, using a toy on yourself, legs spread open ,biting your lip as you make those sweet sounds he loves, he warms up to them, might eventually get the guts to ask you to show him exactly how you use them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not a tease this man can NOT deny you, if you said crawl he would without a second thought

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he tries to muffle himself but it doesn't really work, he groans and curses and swears against you, he really isn’t aware how loud he can get

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): big on phone sex, sexting or calling him in the middle of the night so he can listen to you get off, he could be dead asleep when you ring him, his voice still groggy and gruff from when he woke up, but the second you imply what you are doing he is scrambling to lock his bedroom door and get himself comfortable

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): a grower for sure, its very smooth and on the thicker side

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Very very high, especially in the earlier stages of your situationship/relationship whatever you want to call it, he thought he was going insane with how much he was thinking of you, how much he wanted and needed you, it hasn't gotten any better but he is used to it now

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he sleeps like a dad, he is too young to be snoring that loudly, but when he is comfortable all wrapped up with you next to him ,its almost endearing, he also likes being a little spoon even if he'd be embarrassed to admit so

#ithan holstrom #Ithan Holstrom x reader #Ithan Holstrom smut #book smut #sjm #sjm books #house of earth and blood #hosab #hoeab #cc hosab #crescent city x reader #crescent city smut #crescent city #.writing

[pinkandpurple360]

Pls tell your fizzablitz headcanons

Please please please

For whatever reason I’m feeling very angsty about them today. I have this whole idea of Fizz thinking he didn’t mean as much to Blitzø as he did to him.

Growing up, fizz felt like a bit of a dork. He was and still is very nerdy, when blitz came back from his theft hunt as a kid Fizz was the most excited by the books, and by the tiny piece of sparkling chandelier he gifted to fizz especially. It shimmers beautifully and it began his fixation with mirrors and how pretty they are.

The other kids didn’t like him much, they felt too inferior. They picked on him. But blitzo was too arrogant to feel that way, or maybe he had too much heart. Fizz started out way back then, wearing the patchy clothes while Blitzø wore the clean suit. Until he decided to let fizz wear it for good luck. He began by telling blitzos own jokes that he gave him, until eventually he became better at them. But he never understood why he stopped smiling back. He wanted B to be proud of him, he wanted to be on equal terms with the ringleaders son. He wanted to make enough money to stand next to him in their own circus, or run away together to do something else. B was his favourite person, his hero, his first kiss, his massive crush, his first…well you know, his first time. But he never felt good enough. He wasn’t sure if he was loved at the circus. Maybe the way mammon could love him. If he worked hard enough.

He still keeps the piece of mirror, and stares at it when he’s all alone. He keeps a heart shaped locket with Ozzies name on it, but inside, it’s not Ozzie, there’s a photo of him together with Blitzo on the other side. Fizz scribbled out his own face in shame. He’s dealt with “unrequited” love for Blitzø for so long, seeing him with someone else pisses him off more than anything. His whole love life and sex life pisses him off, he can’t stop ranting about it, and he doesn’t even know why he still thinks about it. For years all he did was talk about him, Asmodeus doesn’t know why either. At least not yet.

He was going to gift something to Blitzø one day, he had typed up a letter on his type writer, it was something poetic, sappy and embarrassing. A written out version of their dream. Asking blitz to choose him, stay next to him, hold his hand and hold him close. He calls him the star of the circus, and in Fizz’s eyes Blitz is his star too. The guiding kind. The loyal kind who helps you when you feel lost. But so far away. Only when he leaves the tent, he sees him with one of the girls at the circus, actually, it’s a much older woman, he’s holding her, the way he wants to be kissed by him, kissing her with fervour, the way he wants to be kissed, and it’s agony to see it. It hurts so much. But it shouldn’t, Blitzø has a different person on his arm every other week. Fizz isn’t his partner, he’s just the circus star. He leaves and doesn’t see B almost pass out after, from whatever it was she spiked his drink with. He screams at her to get the fuck away from him. Fizz burns his shitty childish letter.

He’s seen how Blitzø throws himself at other people, not understanding that cash sells him to any people in the crowd who desire him and want to own him for the day. Almost like the way cash tried to get fizz to do a private show for someone, maybe a birthday party? But it was just a single man in the room, sitting on a chair, asking him to dance. Weird. He blew him some balloons and played with the confetti. The guy was really tired at the end? But fizz did everything? And. For some reason, Blitzø was so angry about it. He hated the guy, but wasn’t that man just lonely?

Later, Mammon made him do a lot of these. The mystery became less apparent. At least they didn’t put their hands on the merchandise. Him. Because he hated that. Now, he had to stop looking behind him for Blitzø to be there, to tell him that it’s ok, that it’s safe, or when it’s not safe, and to get behind him. He will protect him from the creeps. But he’s gone, he left, he got sick of him, he wasn’t good enough for him, his tastes are more regal now. Maybe they always have been. Ever since he was little and went off with that strange kid client, his new playmate of the day. Fizz’s replacement. Maybe if that first show was more perfect, Blitzø wouldn’t have left him. Maybe if he just followed his lead and played pirates, he wouldn’t have left him. He has to let other people tell him what to do, stop fighting back so much. It’s not what people want. People don’t like that. Now that Asmodeus is here, he makes him laugh, he protects him..sometimes. But he never reacts fast enough. When he passed out at Ozzies, and woke up again, the first thing he saw was Blitzs back, again, leaving him, again, leaving him with that Prince. Whatever, he doesn’t actually care.

#helluva boss #blitzfizz #fizzarolli #angst #info dump #story dump

[blues824]

i haven't seen any mha requests since i followed, so im gonna be the first (?maybe?)! could i request kirishima, bakugo, and kaminari with someone who is like hinata hyuga? as in, same looks, strength, personality, and cares for them and admires them as hinata does for naruto in the anime

So… the thing is… this isn’t the first MHA request. I just didn’t want to deal with a new set of tags. Hey, MHA community!

Katsuki Bakugo

It doesn’t matter what you look like physically. He’s only focused on someone’s strength and how they would fare against him in battle. He doesn’t care about anything else, alright?

He’s a bit weirded out by seeing someone so worried about him whenever he gets hurt while training. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he gets so flustered if you’re the one who tends to him. It’s then where he can truly admire your beauty.

Out on the battlefield, he has to admit that he struggles when fighting against you. Your eyes grant you pinpoint accuracy, and your kunai knife throwing skills are definitely nothing to laugh at.

In class, you easily top everyone else in academics. He both loves and hates it. You’re better than him, but you’re also better than all those extras that you both call ‘classmates’. He’s secretly proud.

We all know how this angry Pomeranian is always angry, but when he sees you worried about your friends that ‘got in his way’, he feels like shit. He also feels jealous, especially if you’re helping Midoriya up. Everyone notices how he has been a tad more calm recently, and they thank you for it.

Guess who has scary guard dog privileges? YOU DO! When those jerks from Class 1-B (Monoma) decide to pick on you for your eyes, Bakugo is there and willing to throw hands with anybody who was mean to you.

Overall, everyone thinks that the dynamic in your relationship is adorable. We have the angry and borderline tyrannical guy and the only person in the world who could calm him down and make him soft.

Eijiro Kirishima

He cares more about your personality than physical looks. As long as you’re not a jerk and you don’t bully anyone, but you’re not a pushover and can stand up for yourself, he doesn’t care.

He most definitely gets flustered whenever you patch him up after a full day of training. Just to feel your delicate touch on his skin is enough to make his face as red as his hair. He takes this time to actually take in your features, and he thinks you’re gorgeous.

He has to admit that you’re incredibly strong. He once had to face you for a class assignment and he got folded like a lawn chair. He is so impressed as he’s laying there on his back and staring up at you, who looks worried and asks him if he’s alright.

Whenever you get the top score on a test or something, he will personally cheer you on. You did amazing! He tried to refuse your help with his work but he can’t help himself whenever you explain that you want to help him and that you’re worried.

He doesn’t get jealous a whole ton, unless you are tending to Kaminari. He’s worried that his friend’s smooth words could sweep you off of your feet. Time and time again, you have to reassure him that you love him and only him, and he soaks it up like a sponge.

He will definitely act as your protector because it’s the manly thing to do. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or that you’re wearing the pants in the relationship. Let this poor baby protect you. It gives him a sense of accomplishment.

Overall, you both make an absolutely adorable couple. PDA is most definitely there and makes every person that’s single jealous. You both act so love-dovey, and Mina is always squealing in excitement whenever she sees the two of you cuddling in the common room.

Denki Kaminari

This simp loves every single part of you. He’s always looking at you with hearts in his eyes (sounds like Sanji from One Piece). He thinks you’re drop-dead gorgeous and always compliments you.

The blush on his face as you tend to him while he’s in his yAaAy mode is very apparent, but you think it’s just a part of the consequences of him overusing his quirk. If he were an adult, he would’ve gotten on one knee right then and there.

I don’t know about you, but I think he enjoys being with a person who’s stronger than him. Having you wear the pants in your relationship… there’s something attractive about it to him.

Like Kirishima, whenever you get the top score on one of Aizawa’s tests, he cheers you on. He would gladly accept your help in studying for the upcoming tests because you teach him in a way that he understands the material.

We all know that he’s a flirt, but he does get jealous. Ever since getting with you, his Casanova ways have been retired. Now, he will gladly knock out Mineta if he ever decides to try anything.

Speaking of Mineta, Kaminari will absolutely pack him the f up if he ever tried anything. If you tell him that the disgusting grape did anything to you, you bet he would go ballistic.

Overall, he thinks you’re an angel sent by whatever gods there are. You are his saving grace and he makes sure to cherish every moment spent with you. He is fully devoted to you and only you.

#mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bakugo #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #kirishima x reader #eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima x reader #kirishima #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader

[lesser-mook]

Miles isn’t bad, just overrated

”wild to me”, as in how could you not like him?

  Mind you they’re leaving out continuity, origin differences, the fact some aren't mantles but actual RANKS (GL), Fate/Nabu is more an Entity than a mantle. (debatable, yes)

Barry to Jay is Jim Hammond Human Torch to Johnny Storm’s Torch- existed in different times

 Hammond was an Allies soldier

Johnny is a modern Superhero whose power is cosmic in isolation

Leaving out context to make a moot point. 

I was there day one Miles’ story began, and i loyally bought his stuff. 

He ain’t all that, the main selling point is the cultural modernization that he represents, he’s an urban, black Spider-man and that’s mainly why people latch onto him.

Not that he’s in anyway compelling or interesting in a unique sense, cause he is an individual person, but the urban aesthetic mainly is what people fell in love with. And that’s 100% fine-

But it’s when you start deflecting that fact and start acting like people have an issue when they don’t like him and you just can’t for the life of you understand “why why why, don’t you like him” vs other knockoffs:

Mind you, i’m probably one of the lesser yet avid Supergirl criticizers on the net, and i’m not even talking about the show, that’s too easy, comics 100%. That requires research.

So there’s no double standard, Kara Zor El is a blue eyed blond haired girl next door archetype cosplaying as Superman, her entire appeal is to get women into the lore but she ended up being taken in by straight men as a fanbase, majorly. 

Why? 

Because she’s got a dynamic character arc? (She’s had some decent runs, nothing phenomenal)

An arc that at one point changed the landscape of DC? 

Her tragic downward spiral of self-destruction and wrapped up in a beautiful act of redemption & sacrifice?

NOPE that would be someone else, who i often WISH was Supergirl in the first fucking place.

But despite Clark Kent-PRIME being a better character (in concept, not the best characterization compared to Supertoken, but his arc was solid), somehow hasn’t gotten a single chance in the animated media.

Young JUSTICE didn’t choose him. They chose Kara to end off S4, because we haven’t had enough of her the past 15 years, she’s so deep like that.

And yes: The most you can say is she more trauma due to her actually knowing Krypton, having friends, her family or seeing it explode- 

But the premise of her entire origin is why she doesn’t work. Jor-El just happened to have a brother who just HAPPENED to be a scientist who just HAPPENED to have the same exact idea (not trivializing Kal’s survival at all) to save his daughter & not himself or at least get his wife and daughter away safely. 

No just copy & paste. So Superman miraculously has a cousin, the COUSIN trope. 

Kara Bore-El is a Fanfic OC made canon.

Her being an angry/edge-lord sometimes doesn’t mean she’s interesting- solely because they don’t DO anything with that anger or trauma and or they don’t commit to it. (Red Lantern Kara)

You know who’s trauma DC used to make an interesting story (excuse me) SAGA, an interesting SAGA? Superboy-PRIME. 

I DIGRESS.

As you can tell, i cannot stand her despite her innate general appeal. Why? Writing, purpose, originality, DC forcing her desperately, purpose and lack thereof. 

The takes of Kara that land, FOR ME, are the ones that say or do something different from the version mainline canon, and allow her to be her own thing off of Clarks coattails in some way, minor or major. 

*DC Nuclear Winter Kara Zor El, i like her.

And the fact that she’s a cutesie R63, usually. Is the only reason why she remained relevant for this long, same with Powergirl, up until people literally forgetting she existed because her contribution to the picture was big tits and a little bit of ego.

Injusitce 2 brought her back, attitude and all.....aaaand then she went back into obscurity, nobody gave a shit after 2 weeks. WHO saw that coming? 

Same with Miles, token.

Miles not bad, not a bad kid, not the worst take on Spider-man. Just overrated.

Some people need to just admit what they like about him is the aesthetic surrounding him, and stop pretending we just don’t get what it is that’s wrong with other people regarding him.

Cause i guarantee you majority of people stanning this kid has NEVER read that issue where he fought that nobody villain: Kangaroo- which is technically where his first fight as a masked hero began.

Doesn’t mean you have to read every single issue to speak on the matter (Because i need to catch up on some of his stories myself), but the point is with all this support for this character, how invested are you really in this boy beyond what’s fed to you by Hollywood.

It means: Do you actually give a shit? Are you invested, or are you just talking?

It means don’t act stupid for the sake of feigning confusion when you know exactly what’s up. 

Like he should be or has to be liked and anything less is a problem or something.

Most people big him up because he’s a POC Spider-Man, period. 

If they (Marvel/Bendis) had any balls they would’ve made Miles more like Kaine, give him some anger issues & do something with it, make him a Spider-Man Foil. 

Or SOME kind of major flaw that made him having powers a serious problem- and how he uses his powers, is different enough from Peter in sheer application to where he’s not your average Spider-Man by just how he moves.

Because Prowler Miles is what I’ve been needing, that’s an interesting story right there. 

No Quirk, but running shit anyway.

Like Deku & Allmight having roughly the same power, initially, but Deku uses his strengths so differently by S2-S3, he literally moves & fights nothing like All Might anymore. He’s his own aesthetic.

Even Full Cowling isn’t something Allmight’s really known for or any of the Veestige, it’s a visual distinction between Deku and the rest.

And that’s one of few things i can actually praise of the franchise without a complaint.

That should’ve been Miles.

And no, some sparky fingers ain’t unique cause Jessica was doing that shit decades before Miles was a concept, but nobody talks about that tho.

The Invisible Woman shit? Sure i’ll give him that i guess. It’s pretty cool. But again, SUSAN been on it too!

Moreso this alternate Miles’ arc is moreso learning the values of a hero in his own way, at his own pace, while maintaining enough moral differences from Parker to be a different situation. 

Say he’s 18 when he gets his power, slightly older than when Peter got his,14-15. 

Have the first 9-12 months be him using his powers for himself, a “fuck the world” attitude, until he does something deathly serious in a fit of rage or self defense, that he can’t undo and regrets for the rest of his career. 

Anything like that would’ve been more compelling.

You can’t tell me that doesn’t sound like a more interesting story, i didn’t say “better”, i said “interesting.”

Not just Peter Parker but recolored.

Again, I was there since the beginning, 2012, day one i was buying Morales comics “Because he looked liked me”, and guess what, I was NOT impressed.

The staying power wasn’t there, the justification of his looking like me (and yes he looked just like me) WAS NOT enough to warrant long term investment because while he did look like me, Miles was NOT me. Period.

I liked that both his parents were alive, ofc they weren’t an entirely black family unit, of course. 

But i liked his pops, Jefferson being a cop. His mom was good peoples, and what happened to her was...something.

But the kid overall was boring, he didn’t speak to me, he just mirrored my melanin, big deal.

Lo and behold, just looking like a person isn’t enough to justify staying power, who knew? Just being black doesn’t mean i relate to you, who knew?

That was the day i realized, true “Representation” is NOT skin deep. It’s about character, who you are as a person. Period.

Between Kaine and Morales, it’s not even a Contest. 

One has enough distinctions moral & mental to be a completely separate franchise and SHOULD'VE been in movies by now, R Rated ofc.

And the other is just a glorified What If DLC.

But ofc guess who gets a honorable mention, twice in the MCU. The Black Spider-Man ofc: 

Because he’s compelling, interesting, a long standing character in the Spider-man lore? 

No that’s KAINE, hell i’m still looking for Madam Web’s respect, on god..

I’m STILL waiting for MAYDAY (rightful heir to the mask) to get her big break! The fact that Miles was able to skip the line in front of her, is insane to me.

Miles is likely going get to the MCU first before BEN, Web, Mayday and KAINE combined, because he’s the black Spidey.

Again, you can like him if you want, but don’t pretend for a second why people don’t like him is some mystery.

Miles looks exactly like me, i repeat and i cannot stand him as a concept- i gravitate to Venom, Kaine, Miguel, Spider-Man NOIR, Mayday, etc.

And Miguel is technically the POC Spider-man BEFORE Morales, half Mexican, but Miles is black+latino in current day, so let’s just forget all about O’Hara until some corny Spiderverse movie makes him relevant again in the post credit scene, now everyone’s going to love Miguel because he’s going to be in the next movie.

Mapping out the main reason i can’t stand normies sometimes, bandwagon mentality.

And it sucks cause we got him in Ultimate Spiderman XD, Edge of Time, Shattered Dimensions, so the man had some momentum getting off the pages. So what was the hold up with getting this cat in a movie? Or a Mini series like TNAS Spider-man most people forgot?

Miguel is a legit cool dude, careerman, sly, very different aesthetic, different time, different Spider-man. He is NOT Parker, trust me. 

Miguel O’Hara should’ve been gotten his own show or movie. And on that note, that obscure underwritten Spider-man Unlimited, was a Spider-man 2099 cartoon that didn’t know or it 100% knew it was trying to be 2099

But our boy Miles gets to skip the goddamn line in front of established more interesting characters that have done their time since before the Century turned, get mentions in the MCU and 2 animated movies, if that’s not AA energy i don’t know what is. 

NOW THAT’S wild to me.

#token black #spider-man #miles morales #kaine #marvel comics #knockoffs #off my mind #representation #poc #token morales #miguel o'hara #scarlet spider #ben reilly #lessermook #rant

[disasterfandoms]

NSFW Alphabet ~ Dominique Luca Edition

Anonymous requested: “ Would you be able to do a NSFW alphabet or headcannon for Luca at all? Xx “

TW: SEX, minors DNI; afab!reader.

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A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act): I imagine that Luca is an incredibly touchy-feely person. He would want to cuddle you, after he cleaned the both of you up.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers): His favorite body part of yours is your hips. He loves holding them for leverage, as well as keeping you closely. 

His favorite body part on himself is his arms. He works hard on his body, and he knows he’s strong enough to protect you with them.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it): He loves cumming on your stomach. He likes you being able to feel, and see, just how amazing you made him feel. That being said, he loves for you to cum on his face, feeling the rush of liquid coming forward as you came, becoming even wetter for him.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory): Luca would love for you to take control in the bedroom. He’s generally a “tough” guy, who prefers to be dominant, but sometimes he wants to see you boss him around.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing): He knows exactly what he’s doing. He has a lot of experience, whether it be in relationships or one night stands, and he expertly gets you to cum, over and over and over again.

F= Favorite position: He loves for you to ride him, especially after his hip injury. He loves seeing you bounce up and down on his cock, holding onto your hips as you ride him. He also enjoys that you can take your time, making sure you stare into his eyes as you cum all over him.

G= Goofy (how serious are they): Luca can be very goofy, very fun during sex. He doesn’t mind to relax and just take his time to make sure you’re having a good time. He doesn’t think it has to always have to be rough and fast.

H= Hair (grooming habits): He keeps everything trimmed down, and the carpets match the drapes.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty): He’s very romantic, he prefers to be intimiate and slow, rather than angry and rough. He believes there’s a time for fast, hard fucking, but it isn’t his norm.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often): I don’t think he jerks off very often. If he does, it’s because he needs a release fast and you aren’t around to help him out.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual): Blindfolds. He loves taking away one of your senses, making your experience a little more fun for you, since you never know his next move.

bondage. Nothing intricate, but he would love to tie you up so he can have his way with you, without you trying to stop him (unless you give the safe word),

praise kink: he loves hearing how good he’s made you feel, and encourages him to continue to get you off.

L= Location (where they like to get it on): Luca would only have sex with you in his home. He has a reputation to maintain, and can’t risk getting caught anywhere else.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons): You teasing him, or trying to test him. He loves how you look when you’re cocky, and would pin you to a wall to wipe the smirk off of your face.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do): Luca won’t do anything with his gear, or any weapons. He’s also not huge on roleplaying, it’s hard for him to play a role and focus on your, and his, needs.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are): He prefers to give, rather than receive. That doesn’t mean he will turn you down if you wanted to give him head, but he’s skilled and wants to make sure you have one or two orgasms before any penetration.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed): Luca can last for 10-15 minutes a session. 

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard): Luca doesn’t like wuickies, he prefers to take his time with you. He will, however, hurry up and finish you off if he gets called into work.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things): He likes to stick to what he’s used to, and it takes a lot of discussion with you to try something new.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts): 2-3 rounds, 10-15 minutes each.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers): Luca would happily use toys on you, but he’s not one to use them on himself.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves): He loves to tease the shit out of you, getting you worked up, not letting you cum until he says so.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk): He grunts, and is only a little loud when he cums. He will do dirty talk, though, espeically if he sees you enjoying it.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort): Luca wearing a baseball cap backwards as he fucks you, especiallyy if it’s after he was at work and was still in an adrenaline rush.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants): thick, but medium length.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level): Luca would have sex 5-6 times a week if he could, but understands it’s not the only way to be intimate. 

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after): He only falls asleep after he makes sure that you’re comfortable and relaxed.

#dominique luca #s.w.a.t #swat #dominique luca x reader

[halucygeno]

Pacifism in “Hard to Be a God”

[Minor spoilers for the book - discussion of overarching themes with a few minor plot points as examples. There’ll be another warning for MAJOR SPOILERS hidden under “Keep reading”, just before the conclusion.]

(All quotes are from the 1973 translation by Wendayne Ackerman.)

One thing I adore about “Hard to Be a God” is that its protagonist, Anton, is a genuinely nuanced, thought-provoking depiction of a pacifist character.

Some media with this kind of protagonist falls into the trap of implying that the hero has some sort of innate kindness or softness to them. And because they are, individually, “such a compassionate person”, they can do the whole enlightened “forgive and forget, love thy enemy, everyone can be redeemed” shtick. The writer implicitly rewards this “kind nature” by giving the hero overpowered abilities which vindicate their beliefs, and let them continue displaying their kindness (see: Naruto, Steven Universe).

In “Hard to Be a God”, this is inverted. The main reason Anton can resolve fights without bloodshed is because:

A) He was raised by a much more advanced civilisation which imparted onto him their humanistic philosophy. His job literally demands him to be a passive observer who avoids conflict. B) He has access to modern combat techniques and technology (extra-durable chainmail, fast-acting medicine, a helicopter and the ability to generate gold) which give him a significant advantage (both in direct confrontations and in negotiation). C) [speculation] Other Noon Universe novels such as “The Inhabited Island” and “The Waves Extinguish the Wind” suggest that Earth’s scouts are genetically modified, giving them greater strength and survivability (though I’m not sure whether this is the case in “Hard to Be a God”, as it takes place much earlier in the timeline).

Anton’s privilege and power are not implied to be a reward for his goodness; it’s the opposite. The fact that he has privilege and power is what gives him the opportunity to be good. This is explicitly drawn attention to when he says things like:

“Remember that they do not know what they are doing; and that they are almost all free of guilt. And that is why you must have the patience of Job, patience, patience [...]”

The general doctrine of Earth’s scouts is not to judge the locals’ moral depravity, because the latter weren’t brought up in the same favourable social conditions as the former.

But ok, even with the deck stacked so heavily in Anton’s favour, he still struggles to be a pacifist. After spending so much time in a world that he sees as backwards - full of filthy brutes and meek, complicit peasants - he has to repress his contempt for these people. He has to manage his emotions, snapping himself out of anger fits:

"And I almost tore them to pieces, he suddenly realized. If they hadn’t run inside I would have killed them! He remembered the bet he had recently made, how he had taken a dummy clad in a double Soanian suit of armor and split it from head to toe with his sword—cold shivers ran down his back at the thought. They might now be lying here in a pool of their own blood, like stuck pigs, and he would be standing here, sword in hand, not knowing what to do … A fine god you are! You’ve become a beast …”

And here’s another important aspect of this: he is deeply ambivalent about this “no killing” rule. On one hand, he takes it as a moral imperative, and is revolted at the thought that he’d be capable of such savagery. On the other hand, he is angry at his own impotence. He doesn’t see his pacifism as bravery, but as passivity - a cowardly refusal to take decisive action when it is desperately needed.

After all, just being an individual saint is not enough to fix a rotten society. What good is Anton’s pacifism if everyone else is gleefully murdering each other? He can’t be everywhere at once, saving people and resolving conflicts diplomatically.

What Anton really wants is to overthrow Arkanar’s cruel leaders; he often fantasizes about staging a full-blown revolution. It’s only his pragmatism that keeps him in check. He reasons that, with how society is structured there, killing a dictator would just create a power vacuum which competing factions would try to fill by slaughtering each other and whoever else happens to be in the way, Anton included.

But, most importantly, Anton is not rewarded for his pacifism. It doesn’t make him feel good - the opposite, it makes him miserable. Nobody (outside of a very small circle of his closest friends) is “inspired by” or respects his morals. They see them as a weird idiosyncrasy which handicaps him.

[MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING FROM HERE ON, WATCH OUT!]

And in the end, after losing Kira, the person closest to him in all of Arkanar, he can no longer restrain himself. He goes on a rampage, and is punished for it - he accomplishes nothing, and his superiors immediately withdraw him from the mission. Back at home, when his old friend, Anka, hears of his exploits, she starts to fear him. The final lines of the novel are heart-breaking:

“'Anka,' he said tenderly. 'Anka, my little friend …' He held his long arms out to her. Timidly she leaned forward, then quickly jumped back a step. On his fingers … But it was not blood, only the stain of strawberries.“

The implication is clear. Anton has been tainted. He has shown to be capable of incredible cruelty and, no matter how justifiably angry he felt at the time, the people he killed are a permanent stain on his conscience. Metaphorically, the blood is still on his hands.

In this assessment, pacifism and goodness are not exceptional qualities (at least by the standards of futuristic space communists). They’re an expected baseline. Losing your self-restraint and killing, even in extreme circumstances, is a failure.

And I mean, it makes sense. If you have the power to avoid causing bloodshed, it seems like a given that you should use it. Nobody is framed as “heroic” for keeping to this basic standard.

To me, this was so refreshing about about “Hard to Be a God”. It ticks off some of the same tropes as other pacifist protagonists (overpowered abilities and exceptional moral purity relative to their environment) but with none of the aggrandisement and hero worship. Instead of being celebrated and vindicated for doing the right thing, Anton’s only rewards are agonising moral dilemmas and the constant fear that his passivity is enabling things to get worse.

The crucial takeaway is this: PACIFISM IS HARD. Helping people in times of crisis is hard. Making society better is hard. You will have to get your hands dirty, make personal sacrifices, compromise yourself. You won’t feel all fine and dandy as you preach your pacifism from a place of comfort and moral superiority. It really takes a bit of a masochistic, martyr mentality to get anywhere with it.

(Side note: This is only loosely related, but another character that embodies this ideal is Dr. Rieux from “The Plague” by Albert Camus. He loses almost everything while working tirelessly to help his patients, but is not celebrated as a hero. He himself doesn’t view his actions as “heroic”, but simply as “common decency”.)

I think more optimistic stories about pacifism are afraid of this idea. They want to encourage kindness by framing it as simple and uncontroversial - not effortless per-se, but not too challenging either. And they also aggrandise it by framing kind individuals as exceptionally wonderful.

And I don’t know, this irks me. Aren’t we setting the bar very low for humanity, if just being a decent person is so praise-worthy? Isn’t it cynical and contradictory to imply that we’ll be rewarded for our “selflessness” with admiration, and our actions will be vindicated by success? Doesn’t it inflate expectations and set people up for disappointment when we portray kindness as easy, flowing naturally from some innate “good nature” within us?

I know, I’m rambling at this point. But that’s kind of why I love sci-fi - it thrives in this ambiguity and existential dread. It doesn’t give me reassuring narratives about heroism, but asks hard questions and trails off with no satisfying conclusion.

God, this book is so good. The Strugatskys are so good.

I really need to finish that Roadside Picnic essay.

(Huge thanks to Wendayne Ackerman and later Olena Bormashenko for translating the book into English, Irena Piotrowska, into Polish, and Simeon Vladimirov, into Bulgarian.)

#Hard to Be a God #Strugatsky brothers #essay #book analysis #Трудно быть богом #Братья Стругацкие

[t3mpest98]

FRIEND! I BRING YOU PAIN

Scenario: they are paired off in couples for a high stakes mission. Things go wrong, very wrong.

Person A jumps in front of person B and takes the killing shot in their lover's place.

Cut to person B holding A in their arms while their life fades away.

Who tries to soothe who in the final moments? Do they fly off the handle, do they share a last kiss? Does person B hugs A until they're pried away, in denial that they are gone?

For the sufferers of such fate, dealer's choice on who is in each role: Naji and Vixen, Cyra and Noir (already in a relationship).

Drink water 😌

HHHHHHHHHHHHHH OW OW OW WOW OWWWWWWWWWWW I LOVE IT

Vixen/Naji

At first I was like “Well probably Vixen” but then I decided to be mean

So ya, Vixen is busy trying to get everything under control and doesn’t see it coming. Naji, despite how awful his vision is, does.

He wasn’t expecting it to hurt as much as it did but at least Vixen wasn’t feeling it. Doesn’t stop him from feeling a little scared but hey Vixen’s ok, she’s ok, that what matters. Vixen immediately ignores the rest of what’s going on to get him out of there and somewhere safer, but she can’t go far because moving him just seems to make it worse. She’s running through everything she can to get him out, but nothing prepared her for this.

She’d try to comfort him, probably kiss his forehead and tell him it’ll be alright and she’ll get him out of here. She knows she’s lying but she can’t stand to see him look so uncertain and scared.

Vixen gets him to tell her about the stars again, about all the stories he knows better than anything. So he tells her about the one that reminds him of her. But he’s getting really really tired. He fixes his glasses so he can look at her better, tell her he loves her then he’s gone. Even tho she knew it was coming it still shocks her. He doesn’t have the sparkle in his eyes anymore. He felt even colder than normal.

She thinks she hates the color red now.

Cyra/Noir (do u understand how many times I’ve thought about this??? Do u????? Even before this ask????? That’s why it’s so lengthy too akkdkfk)

Honestly Noir always felt like at some point that would be it for him. He wasn’t sure when or how but he always had a feeling that he might not survive one day. But at least it was his own choice, something he wasn’t sure he would get. He’s no stranger to pain either. So overall he wouldn’t be panicking as he lay dying probably.

Cyra would though. Because he’s it, she hasn’t had one single good thing in years until he literally crashed into her life. So whoever had even hurt him to begin with was already going to die, she’d shoot them multiple times just to make sure they stayed dead. And then when she gets back over to Noir who hasn’t gotten up, who is barely moving, she’s already overwhelmed with a lot of emotional distress.

She doesn’t say his name often, but this time she’s very serious. She’s desperate. She can’t fix this. Noir would probably just try to curl up in her arms, like it was any other day and they were at her garage. He’d rather not think about how much pain he’s in right now, about how cold he’s getting even tho he’s right there against Cyra.

Cyra trying to talk to him and hopes he can please just hold on for a little bit longer, someone would come help just a little bit longer. But Noir’s losing a bit too much blood too fast and he can feel it. He knows help isn’t coming fast enough. Funny how life always seemed out to get him, but why did it have to be now? Cyra looked really upset and he doesn’t want that. But he also didn’t want her dead.

In the end he’d probably apologize. Man who hates saying sorry finally says it but at the worst time possible. She’d tease him if he weren’t bleeding out. She’d probably start crying at that point, mainly because she’s angry, angry at herself for not seeing that coming and for not stopping him. She doesn’t know how she’s going to tell Spade. She’s too focused about the fact that to one person she let in after everything went to hell is dying.

If he has his lighter on him (very likely) he’ll give it to her. Yk. So she has something else to keep her warm.

And then he’s gone just like that and she has absolutely no clue what to do, she hates this she can’t believe this is actually happening. She knows she won’t recover from this. He’s the one not breathing but she’s dead too.

#oc asks #OW #PAIN #SUFFERING #kenzi’s ocs #oc: vixen #oc: naji #starfox shipping #oc: cyra/kassai #oc: ct-6799 | noir #cyra/noir

[lilianvanrouge]

Malleus and Lilia x Frail and Abused Reader Part 1

Ever since you’ve arrived here at Night Raven College things have been a bit better for you. Though you worry about your two younger brothers and your father back at home.

You wear the standard Night Raven College uniform and your uniform color is yellow. You’re 166cm (5'4) tall, which means you’re that bigger than Riddle. You have short turquoise hair with a black streak on the left side of your hair like Jade. You look like a boy, dressed like one, but your voice was an immediate dead give away. Your personality was a dead give away too. You’re very shy, quiet, gentle, humble, empathetic, and too kind.

Right now you were outside with your class for physical e.d. with Mr. Vargas.

“Alright you bunch of weaklings we’re going to run some killer laps today!!” said Mr. Vargas.

Everyone except you started complaining.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!! It’s like over a hundred degrees out here!” complained Ace.

“I don’t want to hear it!! Now all of you- Start Running!! But (Y/N) you stay here and do some stretches and jumping jacks. Vanrouge, I want you to stay by his- I mean her side! There’s a cooler of water bottles for her if she overheats. If that’s not enough out her in the shade of the tree,” said Mr. Vargas.

You were glad you were in the back hiding where no one can see you. Everyone was angry at you. You were happy until-

“Oh? Who’s (Y/N)?” asked Lilia.

That’s when Mr. Vargas dug through the crowd of students and pulled you out in front for everyone to see.

“This is (Y/N)!!” said Mr. Vargas.

“Ooh. Okay!” said Lilia happily, while the rest of the students glared at you.

You were so embarrassed and blushing so badly you got light headed. When everyone started running, you were now alone with Lilia. A short while has gone by and you were struggling to do sit ups as Lilia held your feet down. You were gasping and wheezing as your stomach and ribs were hurting.

“Wow! You’re really out of shape. You should join Silver and Sebek as I train them,” said Lilia.

“Thank you, but no thank you,” you laughed.

Lilia started to notice how red you were and that you were sweating an unhealthy amount.

“How about we stop now. I’ll get you some water,” he said, uneasy.

You struggled to stand up and mumbled, “Thank... you...”

You fell forward and Lilia caught you.

“Thank... you...” you mumbled again.

“Maybe we should sit under the tree,” Lilia said concerned.

You were both now sitting in the shade of the tree drinking water. You couldn’t help, but notice that Lilia looked red too.

“Lilia, are you okay,” you asked.

“Yes, it’s just that my skin isn’t built for sunlight, and it doesn’t make it better being hot,” he said.

You frowned feeling bad for him. You now understood why Lilia is the only only one who wears a visor. Gym was soon over and your best immediately ran over to your side. He was your best friend and your next door neighbor back at home.

“(Y/N) are you, okay?!” he ask really concerned.

“I’m fine. Just a little headed,” you said.

“Remember, on days like the doctor said you have to go to the nurse’s so they can fluids into you. Let’s go, now so you’ll only miss half of Mr. Crewel’s lesson,” (Y/B/F) said.

“What a shame. I love his class,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, but your health comes first. You can’t enjoy class while unhealthy now can you?” he asked.

You gave a smile, knowing he was right. (Y/B/F) always took care of you. He forcibly made it his business to look after; however, this worried you a lot because you knew this built on stress for him. But his grades says otherwise.

You were currently lying on an infirmary bed with a tube in your arm are providing you fluids. (Y/B/F) sat by your side the whole entire time watching over you. After you had a snack and rested after your treatment you went straight to class with (Y/B/F) by your side. When you made it class Ace and Deuce chewed you out for having to watch Grim for you, but you knew they were getting used to it.

“Good girl!” said Mr. Crewel. “After being over thirty minutes late for class you’re getting everything right. The rest of you bad dogs should learn something from her!”

You blushed embarrassed, knowing that you were smart. But since you and Grim shared grades you were struggling to keep a low B. Class was soon over and now was your second favorite part of the day, lunch. Like any normal person you loved food, and since for your poor health you have a special medical card and note, which allows you to get more food than anyone else.

You were about to eat lunch when (Y/B/F) dumped a bunch of vegetables on your tray.

“You can not just eat junk. You need some vegetables,” he said.

“What are you to (Y/N) anyway (Y/B/F). You’re acting like your her mom,” said Deuce.

You flinched and trembled at the mention of your mom, but only (Y/B/F) saw this.

“Seriously, has Riddle been rubbing off on you?” said Ace.

(Y/B/F) took great offense to this, since Riddle often scolded him considering he’s also in Heartslabyul. You sighed and ate your lunch slowly with all your friends leaving before you. You told (Y/B/F) to leave, and obliged knowing better than to get you upset.

“Ooh! Eating lunch all by yourself now?” said ???

You then saw it was Lilia floating above you upside down.

“Hi, Lilia,” you said.

Lilia groaned seeing that you weren’t startled. Never the less he floated down and sat with you.

“You know if you’re lonely you can always sit at my table,” Lilia said, happily.

You looked over at his table and saw Silver and Sebek. You kept your smile, yet you sweated at the offer. You held onto your arm and politely declined his offer. Lilia took notice on how you held your arm and gently prided away your hand.

“Hey, what are you-” you said.

He then saw the bandage on your arm from the fluid injection.

“What happened?” he said concerned.

“Nothing, I just needed more fluids in my system,” you tried to laugh it off.

Lilia frowned and sighed, “You should really take better care of yourself. How about you have some tea with me tomorrow?”

You shuddered at the thought of going to Diasomnia alone, but you couldn’t as well lie to Lilia since he was trying to be sweet.

“Uh... Yeah sure... I’m not doing anything tomorrow afternoon,” you muttered.

“Great!” said Lilia with a big smile.

He then disappeared leaving you cold.

“What have I gotten myself into?” you said to yourself.

It was now nighttime, your favorite part of the day. You called your brothers on the phone to make sure they’re okay and to ask questions about your father. Everything they told you sounded normal and safe.

When the phone call ended your heart was aching thinking about the tea party at Diasomnia. You were down right terrified and couldn’t tell (Y/B/F) otherwise he’ll make you call it off or call it off for and you didn’t want to make Lilia sad.

“What have I gotten myself into?” you asked yourself, before going to sleep.

#lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #lilia x reader #malleus x reader #lilia & malleus x reader #abused reader #frail body

[thesokovianaccords]

(press you to) the pages of my heart

two: “it reminded me of you.”

a steggy friends to lovers au - also on ao3.

“Well, I’m just not sure this shade suits you, darling.”

Steve poked his head out from the en-suite, bits of shaving cream still dotting his face. “Sorry, what? I missed that.”

Peggy twisted the small black container between her fingers and uncapped the tube. “This deep red simply doesn’t match your skin tone. Really, it’s better for brunettes, don’t you think?”

It was a rare and precious gift, the bright flush along Steve’s cheekbones - especially to see it in person after months on FaceTime. Barely resisting the temptation to cross the room and poke his rapidly reddening face, she twisted the tube and raised a single eyebrow. “In fact, this shade is very close to the one I’m wearing right now, is it not?”

He ducked back into the bathroom for a moment to grab a towel (and his composure) and then crossed over to Peggy, plucking the black tube out of her hand with a raised eyebrow. “This shade? Hmm, can’t say I’ve seen it before. Must have been dropped into my suitcase by…an old friend of mine.”

She wiped a remaining speck of white cream from his top lip, affecting an angry expression belied by the laugh in her voice. “An old friend, hmm? A lady friend, I assume.”

He nodded eagerly, his eyes unnaturally wide. “She’s always leaving her stuff everywhere - a bit careless, that one.”

“She sounds high-maintenance. How on earth do you put up with such nonsense?” Peggy smoothed her thumb over the line of Steve’s freshly-shaved jaw, enjoying the way he shifted closer on instinct.

“Pining from afar, mostly.”

“Flatterer,” she snorted, curving her hand around his cheek and pulling him in, not about to waste a second of their short time together on something as ridiculous as personal space—except for her commitment to a bit.

Steve let out what he would deny was a whine as she pulled away, raising one eyebrow critically. “I was right. Not your shade at all.”

“Unbelievable,” he said, tilting his forehead against hers, unable to suppress his grin even as he complained. “Months of desperately longing for you, and all you do is make fun of me.”

“Well, someone’s got to keep you on your toes, Steve. I’d hate for you to get bored of me.” She wove her fingers through the short blond strands at the back of his neck, holding him in place, soaking in every second of his skin against hers.

“It reminded me of you.” He returned the favour, pulling on one of her curls. “The lipstick. I was walking home from work and passed by Sephora and—I dunno. it was like having a small piece of you with me.”

“I love you.” The sentiment wasn’t new to either of them, not anymore. But to hold him close to her, to sink into his arms around her, to laugh and live with him—nothing compared.

“I love you too.” He tugged at her curls again and pulled away slightly, far enough to see her crinkle her nose at the distance. “Pretty crazy, right? Spending 25 dollars on a lipstick I won’t use—even if I did get you the loyalty points.”

Peggy squeezed his hand and stood. She tugged him along as she crossed her tiny flat with purpose. She stopped them abruptly in front of her desk, covered in papers and notebooks and a troubling collection of unwashed mugs. Right in front of her monitor, in the middle of her chaotic workspace, sat a very familiar glass bottle.

“If you’re crazy, we’re a matched set,” she said. Settling against his chest and drawing his arms around her, Peggy smiled. “I bought that at Dulles, just before boarding my flight in December. When I miss you so badly I can’t stand it, I spray a bit of it on one of my jumpers.”

He pressed a kiss to her hair. “I think you mean my—“

“My jumpers, thank you very much. What’s that phrase—finder’s keepers?” She dodged a pinch to her side with a laugh. “I can pretend I’ve just stolen it off you and that you’re in the other room, about to storm in and complain that you’ve got no clean tops left. Not quite as good as this, but a fair substitute until we’re back here.”

“I knew letting you borrow that sweater freshman year was a mistake.”

She laughed, even as she pushed herself further into the circle of his arms and basked in the heady feeling of being surrounded on all sides by her favorite person. “Well, it’s too late now, Rogers. We’re quite the pair—you clearly can’t take us anywhere without an impractical impulse purchase close behind.”

“We’d better stick together, then.” He spun her around, the cool London sunlight catching the blond tips of his eyelashes, pulling the breath from Peggy’s lungs at the sight. “Better for both our budgets.”

“Oh, if we must.”

#steggy #steggy fic #(press you to) the pages of my heart #steggy au #my fic #hello its Eurovision week and I've just moved and am in a great mood so here's this #does this make sense? no #is it a good time? sure #appropriate for Eurovision week? in vibes if not in content lmao

[dancingisdangerouss]

What if Al never Kidnapped or murdered anyone He was just a quirky magician Who manipulates ( y/ n) into having relations with him .

how would he do it ?

Ooh interesting! Hard to say…is he still the same personality, minus the illegal activity? If so, he’s still an obsessive fucker 😂

While he’d stand a much better chance of getting with Reader if he didn’t literally kidnap and rape her (that ain’t something she’s going to just “get over”), I think he’d still face a significant challenge—as we know from her initial interactions with Evan, you need to be blunt as fuck with Y/N.

Her default setting is to assume that people don’t have a romantic interest in her, so she easily misses basic cues due to not wanting to make any assumptions and get hurt when she’s “inevitably turned down.”

So she’s basically spent years reprimanding herself for taking things the wrong way (e.g. assuming a guy liked her based on how touchy and friendly he was, but turned out to be not interested), and has kind of trained her brain to not jump to conclusions, even when they smack her in the face.

So like, if Al had his eye on her, he would probably do some dipshit similar thing with the groceries in order to plant himself in her life somehow. Y/N would of course help him, but in typical Reader fashion, would be like “mmkay you’re welcome peace out” and walk off before he even got a chance to engage her further.

Unfortunately for Al, this would continue for a while, as every time he attempts to talk to her and get into her life, she would be inadvertently dismissive and uninterested. So he’d eventually take it up a notch by like popping a hole in one of her car tires at work, and then just happen to be in the area when she comes out and finds her car broken down.

At that point she can’t take off somewhere and would be forced to talk to him in his car. I can see him trying to slowly manipulate her, “accidentally” brushing his fingers against her hand or arm, pretending she has something in her hair to remove, fixing her jacket when it’s askew. And every damned time she’s just like “oh hey thanks!” and carries on without a clue.

Eventually he would insert himself into her life enough that they’d become friends, and from there I think he would up the ante. Commenting on how good she looks in that dress, or how cute it is when she talks about certain interests. That would get her attention since he’s openly complimenting her, so I can see her getting flustered and angry for letting herself think he’s being flirtatious (even though he is).

The funny part is that I can picture him one day having her over for something at his house, and when something she does ends up giving him a hard-on, he decides to do absolutely nothing to hide it, just fucking sitting on the couch with his legs splayed open. And she just…fucking walks in the room, freezes when she sees his erection, convinces herself that either something else got him worked up or that it’s just the way his trousers are folded, and completely ignores it.

By then, Al just loses his patience like are you fucking kidding me right now? Basically cornering her and saying he doesn’t know how he could be more obvious, and finally just outright telling her he’s interested (which frankly, he should have done in the first place, but his tactics normally work—just not on someone as insecure as Y/N).

And after months of him manipulating her into befriending him, and getting her flustered along the way, she actually does like him; but she’s just kind of mumbling like “oh you don’t want me, I’m kind of a mess, like seriously you could do better,” leading him to be further pissed because “you’re turning me down because you don’t think you’re good enough?” which…actually somehow offends him more that she’s just decided for him what he wants, because who is she to say how he should feel??

Tbh I think he would just pin her to the wall and kiss her right there, and she’d shut up and soon reciprocate. He’d need to be careful, though—she wouldn’t be exactly pleased if he tried to fuck her right then and there, since she’s very skittish in that department, so he would need to further manipulate her into giving into him, continuing with the “innocent” touches until she stops startling and instead relaxes when he does it.

In summary? Al would have to play it very cautiously and get her to trust him and let her walls down before he can get what he wants, so he’d really need to be heavy-handed with the emotional manipulation. One wrong move could fuck it all up…but that’s also part of the thrill of it. Because what good is an easy game?

…..This got really long, oops. I guess I liked the idea 😅

#my bad #Penny just went on a fucking tangent oops #penny for your thots #asks #into the black #anon #black acres #the grabber x reader #witch bitch penny 🎃

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I was checking your AU list a little while ago, because i was bored and wanted to refresh some of them in my mind, and during that i came across a AU that has just one post and i would like to change that

Poison Of The Past (the one Fugo goes back in time) was one the first AUs i have seen when i found your blog and boy, did it got me by the throat and stayed for a while (but then i forgot it's existence times later :D)

But anyway, i really love AUs with time travel and i don't think i've ever saw one with Fugo going back in time and with his personality, his role on the original plot and the aftermath can give a very interesting AU

I have already though a lot of things that can happen in it but i would love to see your own thoughts on it (if its not to much to ask)

:DDDDD 💖💖💖💖💖💖

I’ll admit, I don’t have too many specific thoughts for how this one goes, just a small cluster of possible thoughts Rotating in the brain, y’know?

possibly playing around with the idea that the first few days Fugo’s “back” he doesn’t think it’s real. He has no reason to think the Stand was a time-traveling one, and assumes that it’s more something that messes with his perspective of reality or shows him what he desires most. He’s a little surprised Giorno isn’t here, but just chalks that up to the fact that the “hallucination” seems to be taking place before a shit went sideways and there hadn't been any time for slower, laid back moments with the blonde teen because of how quickly things spiraled out of control

as I mentioned briefly in the original post, the Bucci Gang all live together

logically Fugo knows that he should probably be trying to break the hallucination and escape but….. he just can’t bring himself to do it. He missed this. Narancia’s energy, Bucciarati’s parental affection, Abbaccio’s snark, Mista’s easy laughter, he missed all of it so badly that he doesn’t know what he’d do if he lost it a second time

the nostalgia and how much he missed his family is enough to override almost any anger he’d normally be feeling. He just. Can’t find the anger that usually sparks and he’s fine with that. He’s also way more open with them and tells them stuff he’d never dare say if he thought they were real. It’s not quite that there’s no filter, he’s just kinda using this as a way to work through everything he wished he could’ve said before Shit Hit The Fan, and a lot of it happens to have been really sappy affectionate things and other such stuff

meanwhile the rest of the gang are So Fucking Concerned. Fugo has never been this calm for this long and it’s kinda starting to freak them out because some of the stuff Fugo’s saying makes it sound like either a) he’s going to leave or die or b) they’re going to leave or die

The whole “this is real life and the past” realization probably comes to head when someone(probably Narancia) FINALLY gets Fugo angry…… only for him to immediately backpedal and almost have a panic attack because no fucking shit no no he can’t fuck this up too no no no-

So yeah. Not great. Bucciarati probably tries to calm him down, only for Fugo to vaguely spill what he thinks is going on. That this isn’t real, it’s a Stand hallucination, that they all died, that he’s responsible, how he’s fucking things up again, etc etc

I don’t think they’d draw the connection of time travel, but instead the possibility that whatever life Fugo has seen where they’d all died was the hallucination instead, which brings to head a whole SLEW of other issues because from their perspective Fugo had woken up like this a few days ago and nothing seemed wrong before that so did this all happen in a dream? Does that mean an enemy Stand User got into the house??? Has this happened before and Fugo didn’t say anything??????

fun times all around :D

Admittedly still debating when Fugo “wakes up.” Could be a few weeks before Part 5, or it could be years, I’m not really sure yet

#…….if I had a nickel for every time I said I didn’t have any concrete ideas and then made a several paragraph long post #I’d have 2 nickels. Which isn’t a lot but embarrassing it’s happened twice #poison of the past #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #golden wind #golden wind spoilers #vento aureo #vento aureo spoilers #jjba part 5 #jjba fugo #pannacotta fugo #jjba bucciarati #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #jjba narancia #narancia ghirga #jjba mista #guido mista #jjba abbacchio #leone abbacchio #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #bucci gang #sb answers #to many thoughts help

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Tripping and Falling. In love? Or in the Rink?: The skate doesn’t fit.

No warnings this time, I don’t think!

When Sunday came, Johnny was surprised at the rink. He had gotten up early to get ready for the day in order to spend it with Simon, if he would even come.

7:30 came and went, he was already there. He tied the laces to his skates and waited.

He didn’t wait for long, however. Simon slowly made his way to the ice… The brit raised a brow over the fact Johnny was already there. Who would have suspected both of them actually wanted to meet up with one another?

“I thought I said 8 AM sharp.” Johnny teased, standing up from the one, falling apart bench that was accompanied by the training rink, it made a creak as he did. He grabbed a duffel bag with a huff and handed it to Simon. “It has figure skates. They have a toe pick instead of just the regular flat blade. I tried to guess your size, but Price only has so many.” He explained sheepishly.

Simon accepted the bag, opening it with caution. He sat down and took off his tennis shoes to put on the skates. He untied them and…

His foot couldn’t even fit in the opening.

“The skate doesn’t fit.”

Johnny laughed at the misfortune, he couldn’t help it. He just leaned against the glass and had a laugh. Simon scowled at this.

“Riley, you need to unlace them more. I know your hockey skates are A, probably fitted and B, are meant to be a little looser.” Johnny pointed out in between laughs and wiped a fake tear from his eyes. Simon scoffed and followed the advice, albeit still a little pissed.

When he was done unlacing them, he figured out they fit actually quite nice. A little snug, sure, but his…lockermate said, well suggested would be a better term, they should fit nicely. He relaced them and tied them like normal. Wrap around, once, twice maybe, and tie.

He hesitated for a moment before standing. The toe pick made it look difficult, it was different. Simon didn’t do ‘different’. Once he did, Johnny excitedly took his hand and ran, waddled?, out into the rink.

Simon yelped as he felt himself being pulled. Not one person dared to even touch his skin. Even in fights, he was brutal enough that they knew not to mess with player number seven but not enough to where he would be thrown out of games entirely. So when Johnny did the one thing people knew not to do, he didn’t know if he were to be angry… or approve of the confidence.

“Alright, you already know how to skate, I assume?” Johnny didn’t intend to sound condescending, he just happened to…

“Yes, MacTavish, I’m not a child.” Simon glared, going to test his skills by moving around the rink as a hockey player would. Fast, unpredictable. Like track…without really lifting the feet. It wasn’t until three minutes later, he fell, ass first. Figure skates were not, in fact, hockey skates.

Skating over to the fallen, Johnny grabbed his hand and helped him up. “Next time, warn me before you’re gonna fucking pretend figure and hockey skates are the same.” Simon luckily knew when to back off.

“Let’s get started on the…easier tricks, though…”

#ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soap cod #soap mw2 #soapghost #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap call of duty #ghost riley #ghost call of duty