#what is it about this show that made people foam at the mouth the way they did christ sjsjd

[lexa-griffins]

thanks loads for the quick response, you were so lovely!! 🌸 as i said i’m just starting to educate myself so i don’t want to get things wrong or support someone who doesn’t deserve it. for example, Eliza.. like im still confused about this other topic bc i’m not interested enough, my heart already belongs to Alycia and i mean Alycia only, so… that’s what i’m focusing on. okay so basically that’s what i thought, the “could’ve handled it better” was about her not actually handling it at all, in a way, which i like to believe has nothing to do with her “hating” lexa (it’s something i keep reading online and idk where it comes from) or her fans. Bad advices and likely her trying to save Jason’s a** lead her to shut the discourse. but if this makes sense for the first weeks/months following lexa’s death, what i don’t understand is why she did seem annoyed when fans brought up lexa to conventions etc. but if she hated the fans and/or lexa, i can’t possibly believe she would’ve ever accepted to come back to the show for the finale. she came back bc she cared (about lexa, i mean SHE played her for gods sake, it must be hella important for her as well!!) and knew it was important for the fans, i guess. I’m almost scared to talk about this as i know Eliza’s fans are mad about it and especially Eliza/b0b supporters (i’ve seen enough on Twitter dear lord) but if what some people say is true, that he asked Jason to fire her bc he was jealous of her success, then maybe HIM being fired was also one of the reasons she willingly came back? like don’t get me wrong, i’m sure a big fat paycheck played a huge part too 😅 but trying to add more pieces to the puzzle here, as i really know like 40% of what happened behind the scenes with Jason and all when lexa was killed off, so again, i’m sorry if this always ends up being super long but i’m trying to do my homework here 📋🖊️ (and you genuinely are super kind btw which i’m super grateful for 😭)

I have never opened my mouth about the E and B topic because I am not about to open that can of worms or invite their fans to fight me here. I was a huge E fan and just a week before all the shit came out i was talking to a friend about how i wish clarke and her got the same love Lexa and Alycia do... that came back to bite me in the ass real quick 😅 you guys know how much i love Clarke but damn was it impossible for a bit there for me to be able to watch clexa and clarke scenes again and be able to seperate e from Clarke. We clearly got there tho 😌

In a way, I can understand why she was a little annoyed at cons. Alycia never went to a con with the main intent of talking about Lexa, she was on FTWD, she was probably very excited about it and was sent there to talk about it and yet every question she got was about a character that st that point she had not played in maybe a year if you account for the time between filming and the episodes coming out. And its probably nerve wracking to have a room full of people who care so deeply for a character and that are part of a community that is marginalized and her having to say the right thing. Not to meantion like most actors sometimes the line betwwen Lexa the character and Alycia the actor got a little blurred and i get the sense Alycia is the type of actor who wants a clear separation between herself and the character. Maybe wrongly so she tried to distance herself from Lexa not because she hates the fans but because it was what she and others around her felt was right for her career having just started on a new show.

We know B was most likely fired but I doubt that he was the reason why Alycia left. I truly think Jrot believe he was doing something with Lexa's death and that he was telling a epic story, i really think any other story of B wanting her gone and what is now know its false about her not being able to do both shows (AMC was ready to let her continue on the show, i wish i could link you a source to this) - making Alycia agreeing with Jason probably just PR trying to not cause a drift. Alycia (and Jason) kind of alluded to the fact that there had been chances for Lexa to come back before but that Alycia didn't feel comfortable with it and I do think that shows that she respected the fans and didn't want to be used as a prop to make fans to watch the show again. Her being in the finale was a surprise (well, not to me and many others because it felt like there had been hints being dropped for a good while). While i dont doubt the nice pay check wasnt an incentive Alycias entire message for the shows finale felt very sincere to me and very clearly dedicated to the fans. Blorke/B/E fans (well, B fans, lets be real here they only care for her because shes with him, they used to call her names before that) think that just because Alycia is both rather private and doesnt try to take fans money left and right that she hates her fans and hates Lexa. I just think that Alycia didnt really speak up when it was the time for it for whatever reason - i dont think it was out of malicious intent but i do think she should have said more - and talking about it now would just come across as trying to stir something up unless it was directly asked of her to talk about it. Id like to think she has proven herself an ally and a decent person where i dont think she has to talk about Lexa for me to consider her "forgiven" for not speaking up back then.

No need to say sorry, i totally get trying to understand what the fuck happened in this fandom of ours 😅 i just hope im saying things accurately because i have been here since mid 2015 so some things really get blurry around the edges. There used to be master posts or something im sure that explained things because this was a whole thing that last through most of 2016.

☺️ i might not remember or know how to answer everything but if you have any more questions about the fandoms history and if i can help and respond, feel free to ask me! :)

#letter opened #god it has been a wild ass ride sjdbdjd #what is it about this show that made people foam at the mouth the way they did christ sjsjd

[igotanidea]

2 a.m. visit: Jason Todd x reader

link to the photo in the description, my mouth is foaming....

Summary: Y/N wakes up in the middle of the night to some disturbingly familiar sounds coming from her neighbour apartment.

Warnings: a bit of smut, but nothing too graphic (still MDNI), swearing, and possibly messed up ending.

***

It was 2 a.m. and she was fairly annoyed, knocking on her neighbour’s door.

God damn Jason Todd and his stupidly stupid habits of waking people in the middle of the night!

God damn Jason Todd who was apparently too busy making noises to open up!

“Todd!” she cried out, her rapping becoming more exasperated by a second. “TODD!” she couldn’t care less about the rest of the neighbours, who (with no hard feelings) were probably too old or too deaf to hear her calling. “Open up or I swear I’ll kick those doors”.

Obviously there was something around zero chances of her fulfilling that threat but what else was she supposed to do.

“TODD!!”

“What the hell?!” the door finally opened and the culprit himself stood up in front of her, wearing nothing but his boxers, his upper body exposed, his hair tousled in a perfect mess, his eyes a bit blurry. Clearly, it took him a second to realise that it was Y/N standing at his doorframe, but once he did, his eyes grew wide, he blushed a little and quickly grabbed one of his shirt hanging by the door and put it on it. “Y/N... I…. um….” He stuttered.

“Oh, stop with the fake modesty, Jason. I’ve patched you up too many times to care about you being covered or not.” She almost rolled her eyes at his actions.

“What…. I mean.. um... did something happened?” he mumbled looking at the floor. If only she knew what he was doing merely seconds ago she would probably understand why he was trying to cover himself up so desperately. Thank god, she was clueless, standing within arm’s reach of him, so cute and innocent in that pyjamas and without makeup.

“could you please moan quieter?” she asked, being as straight-forward and blunt as always.

“Wh-what -?”  he could swear he had a mini heart attack the second those words left her lips. Oh, god…. “You-- ?”

“Thin walls.” She muttered.

“I…”

“Hey, it’s okay Jay. Don’t be embarrassed. We all have needs, I get that. But it’s not like I want to be up all night with that soundtrack in the background. However…” she trailed biting on her bottom lip to hide the amused smile showing on her face.

“What…?” Jason was both pale as a wall and red as a tomato.

“It’s quite a progress that I only hear one voice.”

His eyes grew wide once again, looking like a mill wheels. Oh shit, shit, shit….

“Y/N….”

“Sh. Told you, it’s okay. Apparently you got a way for girls to agree with you all the time. Yeah, I heard all those times too.” She winked at him. “But you’re alone tonight, aren’t you? Hope I didn’t ruin a perfectly good orgasm for another woman?”

“Y/N!!”

“What?”

“Stop it!” Shit, shit, shit.

“Why? Those are completely normal things, Jason. We are both adults and everyone else here is deep asleep, so what’s the problem?”

“YOU are my problem!” he cried out, pulling the shirt closer to his body, trying to hide something that was becoming terrifyingly visible. Fuck, she had no idea …

“Me?” Y/N frowned “Why me? Don’t be silly we are friends, I won’t give away which girl caught your attention. Besides, I didn’t hear you groaning any names so…” her casual shrugging almost made him yell in frustration. How could she possibly be so cool about everything, unfazed by the strangeness of the situation, while he was almost crawling out of his skin due to the mixed feelings?

“Fuck that!” he finally hissed and much to Y/N’s surprise grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside the apartment in the accompaniment of a single surprised cry.

“Hey! What’s with the passive aggression? I didn’t lock my flat!” poor girl tried to bypass him, but apparently Jason was dead set on making it impossible for her, standing in her way, his muscular frame blocking the exit.

“shut up!” he hissed, clenching his fists and it took her by surprise. Yes, she saw him pissed off before. Yes, she knew he was short-tempered and had anger management issues, but this? This was something different. Like he was walking on the edge, barely controlling himself but still fighting against blowing up in her face. Key word being barely.

“Jason….?” She stuttered taking a step back, bumping into table and almost throwing down the lamp. “Calm down… please…”

“Calm down?! The fuck am I supposed to calm down when you come here saying things like that to me, acting all innocent and pretending that you don’t see what you do to me!” he shouted taking as many steps forward as she was taking back.

“What I do to you?” she repeated, being completely oblivious to everything that was happening inside and outside Jason.

“Don’t pretend to be stupid!”

“HEY!”

“You do this on purpose!”

“Do what?! I don’t….holy shit!”

Mhm. Yes. You guessed it. She finally saw what she had been doing to him. And it was both exciting and disgusting. Jason was her friend! Her neighbour for god’s sake! A man who had different girl in his bed almost every night. Or every other night. And now… now he was clearly ready to make her one of his booty.

“Oh, no. No. No!” she scoffed “No way in hell.”

“Y/N…” Jason hissed, the way his body was reacting on having her so close was becoming painful. He took another step forward but she stopped him with putting a single finger up.

“Don’t! You dare move an inch. Why on earth do you have a hard on while …” she didn’t finish the sentence, her face dropping. “Oh… fuck… please tell me you didn’t …”

“Y/N….” he tried again, this time way more desperately.

“Oh my god… you did.” She gasped, her mind going into overdrive. “You did, didn’t you?”

“Please, just listen to me…” Jason Todd was whimpering like a dog, feeling like a total looser, embarrassed, humiliated, ready to crawl back to his grave and die because of the look she was giving him at the moment. It was never supposed to happen. She was never supposed to know or – god forbid – experience. It was supposed to be a secret. Closely guarded. To put it lightly, Jason was cursing himself for opening that stupid door in the first place. He foolishly believed that one round with imaginations in his head would be enough, but clearly it  was not.

“Just say it! Come on, just admit it!”

“Fine! Fuck! Fine! I was thinking about you! Happy now?! I was thinking how it would be like to have you! To touch you, to kiss you, to hold you, to take you! Is that what you wanted to know?!”

“Damn Todd…”

“I can’t control it, even I wanted to! And the reason you didn’t hear any names through that fucking wall is…”

“No! No, don’t you dare saying it!” she rushed at him, putting her hand on his mouth, shutting him up.

The sudden contact, given the context of situation, was probably a mistake, since her touch sent shivers through Jason’s body and his eyes flashed dangerously with desire. Y/N was playing with fire now. The fire she was capable of starting so easily but unable to put out. And she knew it. And, being the perfect contrast to Jason’s burning, she froze at the spot.

They were standing in front of each other, in a dark apartment, Jason in boxers and shirt hanging loose from his body, doing nothing to hide those tons of muscles and Y/N in her pyjama, which was doing pretty much as little.

Slowly, mindful of every single muscle twitch she put her hand down, her eyes never leaving his. It was almost as if she was hypnotised. Or shocked. Or both.  Her mind was screaming at her that Jason was her friend. Her friend. And it was unwise to ruin years of knowing each other just because she had the sudden urge of feeling the weight of his body on hers. Because for some unknowing reason, despite the fact that she saw those muscles and those scars so many times before, helping him with his injures, he never found him hotter than at that moment.  Because the picture and imagination of his hands on her, his mouth on hers, kissing, biting, licking, tasting and exploring every inch of her skin, was doing so many things to her, she had to bite her bottom lip to stop the moan, arising inside her. Y/N heard a lot of girls through that wall and she knew Jason was more than skilled in the art of love making and pleasuring a woman. And despite all her morals and inhibitions the craving of him giving her a little demonstration was becoming unbearable.

That was not the plan.

That was definitely not the plan.

But she was just a woman, who hasn’t been touched in a while and her neighbour/ best friend, was apparently (and visibly) more than ready to help fight that touch starvation.

Shit.

Her gaze landed on those perfectly sculpted abs, chiselled chest, strong arms… Her mind started wondering of what it would be like to be gripped by them so tight it would leave hand shaped bruises, what it would feel like to be left breathless due to the pressure of his body pushing her into the mattress, to lose her voice while calling his name, feeling him in the most intimate way possible.

Shit.

She tried to not look at his face, to avoid those green eyes filled with lust. For her, for her body, for her moans, the taste of her lips, the feeling of her skin under his fingertips.

Oh, yes, she tried so hard.

To the best of her abilities and her  obviously unwavering values.

She even tried to move back to run away from her own needs, which, ironically, she called normal a few minutes ago, while standing at his doorframe.

Funny how the tables turned, cause now she was all hot and bothered, feeling like a freaking prey while Jason was the hunter. And given all his Red Hood skills, he was not going to let go before getting the bunny he’s been chasing.

“I want you.” He whispered with that hoarse, low voice, making her take a sharp breath, almost catching in her throat. “I want you…” he repeated, appearing right next to her in a split second, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her to him, one of those perfectly thick thighs pressing between her legs in a way that made her buck her hips forward, wetness soaked her pyjama pants, her core craving friction. “Babygirl…” Jason whispered in her ear, brushing lips over her earlobe, and cheek, his breath burning her skin as he moved to nibble and lick the soft spot on her neck with his obviously trained tongue. Y/N could only fantasise what it would do in some other place.

“Jason…” she moaned.

“Yes, princess….” This was not a question. He didn’t have to ask what she wanted cause he already knew, probably even better than she herself could express. “Say yes… come on, sunshine. Let me make you feel good. Let me show you the pleasure you never knew before.” He kept caressing her, hands finding a way under her pyjama shirt, travelling up, feeling her soft skin, moving up to her breasts, not covered by bra, almost touching them, but leaving her wanting and needing.

“how are you so cocky now…?” she gasped, her body squirming when he pressed her into a wall.  “you weren’t so self-assured a minute ago.”

“I must be doing something wrong if you can still think logically…” he smirked, reaching fingers up under her shirt, brushing over her boobs, causing another shudder. “Say yes…” he grabbed her tighter, showing all the man attitude. “Just say yes, baby…”

“Fuck… shit…” his thigh was pressing into her core invitingly and she wanted nothing more than  to brush against it, but he was effectively preventing her from doing so. Little bastard wanted to be in control and to break her.

“Not even close, baby…” he nuzzled his nose in her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo mixed with the smell of her skin. “I want you… you want me… you can make it easy with just one word. Come on…” he started tracing the letters of said word on her waist, scratching gently, adding to her arousal “Y-E…”

“YES! Ok, fuck, yes, yes! I – mhp!”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence when his lips finally crashed on hers, hands grabbing her waist lifting her up and holding tightly against him, her back pressing into a wall, her legs wrapping around him. Each of Jason’s caress and movement was an entire declaration of the feeling that he had kept hidden for months, trying to suppress his affection for Y/N with multiple one night stands.  

In a blink of an eye, his shirt was gone and Y/N was tracing over his skin, seemingly in the same way she’s been doing while cleaning him after patrols, but in fact, completely differently.

This whole situations was completely different, emotions and hormones running high and wild, out of any control, not that either of them wanted it.

No.

No, fuck the control. All they needed was the release, the sweet feeling of being with each other in that perfect, unfiltered, unadulterated way. No hesitation, no inhibitions just all the feels, even if they had no idea what they were doing, but also at the same time, moved with purpose, heading towards a specific goal.

Hands, lips, tongues, teeth, muscles.

Fingers tangling in hairs, hot, ragged breaths, mouth whispering love letters on skin, the urge to be even closer than physically possible.

Just them two in their bubble in dark room in a dark apartment.

Full desire.

Full pleasure.

The warmth of the other’s body, shivers of lust and excitement all over.

“Jason…” she whispered, letting go of him for a second to allow him to take her sleepwear off.

“Y/N… Y/N… oh, mine, mine…” Jason might have read hundredths of books in his life and had a vast vocabulary range but at his moment, he was only using body language, the only word on his mind was her name. HER name.

“Please…” she whispered, grabbing him tighter, running nails down his back. “Please…” she begged for the release, craving the feeling she’s been missing for such a long time, grinding on him, aching.  

“Oh, princess, I’ll give you everything you want. But I want you in my bed first.” He smirked, pressing his lips to hers again, tasting her, while carrying her to bedroom, kicking the doors shut the second they reached the destination. “you’re the queen, I’m not taking you against the wall, baby.” he threw her on the bed, immediately climbing on top of her, spreading her legs and diving into her core perfectly, without even trying.

It was like they were made for each other.

“More…oh, more…”

“Yes.. yes, more… everything you want, baby. Everything you need from me. Everything.” He whispered into her ear, giving justice to all her fantasies from before. “Sing for me, my angel.”

Heaven is not a place. Heaven is a person.

And Jason was hers as much as she was his.  

***

When she woke up next morning at first she couldn’t recognise the place she was in. But the sheets smelled like him and she smiled to herself, remembering the last night, what they did, how many times and in how many ways they explored their bodies, breaking the laws of biomechanics and flexibility in the process. Who would have thought that you can fit as many things in such little amount of time.

There was still this pleasurable tingling on her skin in the places where he kissed and touched and devoured her. Hopefully he felt the same given all the crazy things she did for him.

And speak of the devil, her night-time hero walked right through the door with a sleepy expression on his face and with the perfect bedhead, curls falling into his face.

“No breakfast?” she teased, noticing his empty hands “what happened to treating me like a queen?”

“Hm…” Jason muttered in response, blushing ever so slightly “are you asking for more of it? I’m more than ready for it, but figured you’d still like to walk…”

She laughed a little when he jumped on the bed next to her, resting head on arms, looking at her lovingly, melting her heart.

“Hey Jason….”

“Hey yourself, pretty one…”

“Look, I…” she sighed not sure what to do now and how to figure out her own feelings. Jason was clearly head over heels for her and slowly, the guilt and remorse that she had only used him in the moment of weakness and body talk, started creeping in.

“Sh. You don’t need to say a thing.”

“But…”

“Not a thing, Y/N.”  he said again, propping himself up and kissing her temple “I’m just glad you’re here with me. I don’t really need much more…”

Liar.

Of course he wanted more. He wanted her to love him back, to be his one and only, to have her exclusively, to be her boyfriend, with the tiniest amount of luck. But on the other hand he was also desperate and would settle for any scrap of her affection that was more than friend-like. Hoping that with the right amount of patience (which he lacked), stubbornness (which he had in excess) and caring he would get the same confession out of her in the future.

@lightwing-s

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[pinkbunny268]

Lucifer x Fem!Reader

(mentions it a couple times but can be read as any!) kinda long but not really.

I love this short king <333 pls send requests for him (or anyone for that matter) foaming at the mouth for him specifically

Reader and Lucifer both dancing around the fact they like each other <333 MAJOR FLUFF and sappy,sweet puppy love.

It was painful to watch. For everyone in the hotel, that is. When Lucifer came to the hotel to see his daughter (and you) it was so hard to watch as you both gave quick hellos at the same time, sputtering out apologies at the same time for talking over each other and then rinse and repeat because you did it again.

Now, Lucifer wasn’t new to the flirting or dating game. But he’s been out of it for so long and on top of the fact that he still has feelings for Lilith? Now, that made him feel downright guilty for how he felt for you but he just couldn’t help it. You were so kind and sweet and beautiful and just lovely to be around. He often wondered what you did to end up in this hell hole, but he was glad for it. Because he got to meet you.

He’d find himself quietly watching you as you spoke to other people such as Angel dust and Husk as you three were sat at the bar, laughing and chatting about who knows what and often had to restrain himself from walking over here and inviting himself into the conversation just to be near you. Charlie had caught him doing this several times and each time she’d ask him about it he’d brush her off and deny it.

“No, no! I’m just… admiring how well all three of them bond together! It seems your… uh job of redemption for them seems to be working out.”

Lies, of course. But he’d die before admitting he’d been staring at you.

But he’s not the only one.

You’d watch as he spoke to Charlie. With his toothy smile and rosey cheeks, laughing with her as he tried to make up for lost time. You sometimes caught yourself smiling to yourself as you watched, longing for you to experience such a sight up close.

Even when he’d be arguing with Alastor, throwing insults back and forth in hushed whispers as to not upset Charlie or make a scene. You found it endearing how he’s trying to prove, even when he thinks no one else is watching, that he’s the best dad for her and that he’s cares and loves her so much. Seeing such a sight made you feel all warm and fuzzy seeing how caring and protective he can be for those he cares about. Oh how you wish to be one of those people.

As the months went by leading to the next extermination, the sudden thought of you dying before getting to tell him how you feel made you feel ill. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to say anything in fear of being rejected and possibly kicked out of the hotel due to your feelings for Charlie’s father.

So you began to try and show for it in small ways. Attempting to give him small smiles and compliments whenever you saw him. Standing near him when all of you as a group were together. Ghostly touches when you walked by. And paying close attention when he spoke about anything, especially if it was something he was passionate about.

He noticed these small things too. But he was scared he was reading into them and when he didn’t seem to respond to your advances (if one could call them that) you were afraid you were overstepping and making him uncomfortable.

It was a hard situation for those involved… and those who weren’t. As said before, it was torture for everyone to watch you two do stuff like this but never actually do anything about it. So a plan was set.

As Lucifer sat on the couch mindlessly chatting with Charlie, she got quiet for a moment and Lucifer took notice.

“Are you ok, Charlie?” He asked with concern, his voice lowering slightly.

“Yeah, I just.. wanted to ask you something.” She replied, suddenly nervous.

“Yeah, you can ask me anything! I’m your dad after all!”

Charlie fiddled with her sleeves and shifted slightly in her seat.

“How do you feel about Y/n?” Lucifer felt his stomach drop at the question, suddenly very aware of the lack of people around. He sat up straighter and tugged at his collar.

“Um… she’s a lovely gal! Very kind…” He replied, his voice trailing off. Charlie looked at her dad with a soft expression.

“Yeah, she really is… I’ve, uh, noticed her liking towards you.”

“Liking..? No, no, she likes pretty much everyone here, even that radio deer.” He said with a smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Charlie takes a deep breath. “Yeah, well, um… I’ve also noticed your liking to her…” Lucifer’s smile dropped.

“Charlie… I’m sorry… I just- I’m not..” Charlie takes her dad’s hands into hers and gives him a soft smile, her eyes looking at him with such a warmness to them it could make a grown man weep.

“Dad, it’s ok… if she makes you happy, then I don’t mind. I just want you to be happy… I don’t want you to feel like you can’t ever find someone else just for my sake. I know that whoever you find, you aren’t doing it to try and replace mom…” Lucifer’s eyes gloss as tears build up, a genuine smile reaching them as he gives her hands a gentle squeeze. “I’d want nothing more than you to be with her… I know she’d treat you right.”

“Thank you Charlie… but I don’t even know if she feels that way about me.”

“She does, I’ve talked to her about it. She had the same fears and I talked to her about them. She just wants to make you happy.” His heart swelled hearing that.

That she, someone as kind and beautiful as her, wanted him in the same way he wants her. He felt lightheaded at the thought and his stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies fluttering around in excitement.

After a few more minutes of talk, Lucifer set out to find you. He walked through the hotel until he got to your room and lifted his hand to knock, stopping inches away from it as the high from finding out your feelings started to subside. It was replaced with an anxious feeling as his knees felt weak and his hands began to sweat. His mouth dry as he shifted from one foot to the other as he looked at your door.

One knock could finally bring you two together. One conversation could finally end this unintentional game before you two. One knock-

“Lucifer?”

You had opened the door, Angel Dust stepping out of your room with a quick smirk thrown at the King of Hell before practically skipping down the hallway until he was out of sight. He was suddenly aware that he had been quiet, leaving your questioning call of his name lingering in the air.

“Uh, yeah- uh hi!” He said just a bit too loudly, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he tried to act as normal as possible. As if he wasn’t mentally kicking himself in the face for his behavior.

“D-do you need something..?” You ask quietly, as you open the door slightly more.

“Yes! Yes I do! Um- yeah uh can I please come in? I have something very important to talk to you about.” He says, trying to use his ‘ruler of hell’ voice to steady his nerves and to keep his voice from failing on him. You nod and open your door all the way, stepping behind it to give him room to enter.

He quickly walks inside and you shut the door behind him before facing him, nervous of what had brought him here. Usually, when you did find yourselves talking it was with others around. And now here he was, in your room, alone with you.

You sat down on your bed, knowing if you stayed standing your legs would give out. Especially if he was here to discuss your behavior.

You wanted to throw up at the thought of having that conversation.

“So, uh,” he fumbles over his words, trying to think about how he should say anything.

He really should’ve thought about what to say before coming to find you. But, dammit, he was just too excited. So how could you blame him?

“Charlie told me something very interesting… and it involves your recent behavior lately.” Your stomach dropped.

Oh fuck, he knew. He had put the pieces together and he didn’t reciprocate them and now he was gunna tell you he didn’t like you and now you’re fucked and can’t show your face again. Oh, fuck, the extermination couldn’t come any sooner. The first Angel you see, on sight. Dead. Let it put you out of your misery. Cause being dead is a better feeling than being rejected.

“Um… I just want to tell you… that… I feel the same way.” He mumbled, his cheeks even redder than they usually are. He had taken off his hat, holding it to his chest on both hands as he looked at the ground, shifting his weight from the back and front of his feet. “And, I’d love to take you out to get to know you better before we do anything if that’s alright..?”

When he didn’t get a response from you, he looked up at you to see your shocked expression and he felt immense fear. Had Charlie not actually talked to you? Did you not feel the same way?

“R…really?” You said, eyes wide and mouth ajar. He slowly nodded his head, cringing at the lack of words. “I’d love too.” Processing your words, he felt relief. His eyes lit up and the color from his cheeks drained, leaving them the usual red color. He felt his strength return to his body as he quickly placed his hat back on, a smile gracing his lips showing off those pearly white fangs.

The next hour or so was spent talking and getting to know each other on a deeper level and not so deeper level. You talked about like and dislikes, places as ideas for future dates, etc. all that fun stuff. And by the end of it you found yourselves laying on you bed, laying down cuddled up in his arms.

What a lovely day it had turned out to be.

“I’m so glad Charlie talked to me… and you. She told me you had told her that you felt the same way so that’s how I found it in myself to come talk to you.”

You look at him questioningly and your reply shocked him.

“I never talked to her about anything? Angel Dust and I have been in my room talking all day. I haven’t seen Charlie since yesterday.”

Clever girl. Playing matchmaker for the devil and a mere sinner. How cute.

Fluff for ya boy. I really enjoyed writing this. It’s currently 3 am and I just felt in the mood to finish this. I’m such a sucker for good, wholesome fluff <333

#hazbin hotel #y/n x character #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin fanfic #fluff #hazbin fluff #fanfiction #hazbin hotel lucifer #y/n #x reader

[zyonsay]

hellooo, can i requ some headcannons of max verstappen having a bf that is rly pretty (i'm talking rbr seb vettel or nico rosberg 2000s pretty)

Pretty Boy MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: One scenario of Max talking about his boyfriend in an interview and then three headcanons with scenarios

Reader: Male

Warnings: Max Emilian Verstappen

Now playing: 'Me Gustas Tu' by Manu Chao

AN: Hey anon! I combined your request with another one, which asked for a scenario of Max talking about reader in an Interview. Hope that's alright! ALSO Seb/Nico in their teenage dirtbag era was SOMETHING. (something great, im foaming at the mouth)

“So, Max, you’ve been very active online recently. Especially your partner has made many appearances in your posts. What are you two up to?”, the Interviewer glanced at his silver watch before looking back up into Max’s blue eyes. He had anticipated this question for the whole weekend. The press liked to stick their noses into his private life, especially because he was not in a straight relationship. All eyes were on him, as per usual. “My gorgeous boyfriend?”, a sly grin tugged at his lips. “We’ve been spending loads of quality time together. Over the break we planned a little trip. I love him with all my heart and am excited to spend time with that amazing person”, his mouth pulled into a slight smile before the Interviewer crossed another question from his mental list.

Yes, Max likes to keep part of his private life to himself, but he can’t resist posting candid pictures of you all the time. Maybe he’ll even create a separate account besides his main one just for pictures of you and you guys’ daily life. Your phone buzzed and you quickly held it up to your face while laying on your bed. It was a notification from Instagram, Max had posted something. The phone unlocked and led you to the new post your dearest made. It was from this morning when the two of you went out on a hike and spotted a few cute deer. The picture showed your back while you were crouching and watching the animals. With a giggle you turned to Max, who was laying behind you. "That's a cute pic!"

Even though he appreciates your looks, he makes sure you know that you are the first reason why he’s in love with you. Your beautiful face and soft hair is the cherry on top! With gentle hands he held your face, while leaving kisses on your nose. His sweet upside-down smile adorned his face while he whispered, “My beautiful schatje.” Max gently pushed a strand of your hair behind you ear before leaning in for another peck.

That said, he’ll still compliment you at any given chance. Something he likes to do is leave little post it notes on the fridge when he has to leave early. ‘Good morning beautiful! I saw that you used the last bag of your favorite tea, go check in the cabinet above the dishwasher!’, Max had left a little yellow note on the door of your fridge, he even scribbled a wonky heart on it. You opened the cabinet only to find way too many packs of your favorite tea stacked up. God, how you loved that idiot.

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[yasssgiveusnothing]

Radiohusk Analysis: Husk Cares or Nothing Makes Sense (Part 2)

Husk cares about Alastor. It makes no narrative sense otherwise.

Let's talk about it!

Husk goes out of his way to help Alastor when it would be in his best interest to not care AT ALL about that man:

Husk goes to Al to warn him of Mimzy and ARGUE with him for Al's benefit.

Husk gets frustrated when Al doesn't heed his warning and thinks Al will get hurt.

These screenshots are from season 1 episode 5.

Here's the scene:

Let's delve deeper into it!

Narratively, that whole scene serves three purposes:

1. To tell the viewer Al is also on someone's leash.

2. To tell the viewer Husk worries and cares about Alastor.

We are shown Husk going out of his way to help Al, only for Al to tell Husk that he does not need to worry because Al has everything under control. We then see Al was correct as he jovialy kills and consumes his enemies without effort. In other words, what the viewer learns from this scene is that Husk needlessly worries about Alastor's well-being.

3) To draw parallels between Angel & Valentino and Husk & Al.

You might be thinking, Exactly! If Husk and Al are just lke Angel and Val, why would Husk care for Al or vice versa?!

Vivzie has been pushing this narrative that Al and Husk are parallels for Angel and Val this entire season. I don't think there are enough words to describe how this parallel doesn't work, but I'll try anyway.

A) Angel does not care for Val's well being.

Angel would not go out of his way to help Val like Husk helps Alastor.

B) Val does not care for Angel's well-being.

Val doesn't need to bribe his soul contracts to work with him.

Val straight up gives Angel no free will. (Unlike Al who does not force Husk to attend the bar, instead chosing to bribe him).

If Angel gives the slightest of attitude, Val does not hesitate to get physical immediately. (Unlike Alastor, who not only lets Husk shove a finger into his chest, but let's him speak his mind and does not immediately maim him for disrespecting him.)

C) Husk is not afraid of Al.

A man scared of Al would not argue with him or his benefit, nor go up to him and jab a finger in his chest. And yes, Husk was scared of Al when Al threatened him, but Husk fucking started it! He literally made a jab at the guy where it would hurt! If you made a jab at your pal and they start foaming at the mouth, you'd be scared too, but also know you lowkey deserved it and shouldn't be surprised it happened. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Al and Husk sit together without Husk shitting himself. Could you possibly imagine Angel sitting next to Val without wanting to disappear through the floor? Nope!

D) Al trusts Husk. Refer to my previous theory for more information.

E) Al does not regularly assault or overwork Husk.

Husk chills at the bar all day with access to infinite alcohol. This is the closest Husk will ever get to Heaven.

Alastor has not assaulted Husk ever. Unless we're calling the time Alastor pulls on Husk's chain and makes him fall to the floor an assault. Which, sure, fine. But that ONE push that left NO INJURIES was the only time Al has ever gotten aggressively handsy with Husk. And funnily enough, Husk was the first one to put hands on the other.

This 'assault' in comparison to the treatment Angel gets from Val pales CONSIDERABLY. In fact, the two duos are NOTHING ALIKE beyond there being a Overlord owns your soul dynamic, but with Radiohusk, that dynamic barely takes place as Alastor treats him more like a trusted pal than an object to be abused.

I also want to quickly go over how I feel Husk is out of character for the second half of this scene.

Husk is perceptive. He understands other people extremely well, which has been shown numerous times throughout the show as he reads the entire main cast and Mimzy. He is also a gambler, which means he knows when to bet and when to fold.

So you expect me to believe that Husk would say THAT to Alastor and expect him to take it well, especially when Husk knows it is a sensitive subject to him?

And Alastor's reaction is kinda valid. I mean, someone who you trusted with this information weaponizes it against you by spitting it back in your face! If Angel can have a meltdown over being someone's bitch, why can't Alastor? I mean, Angel throws a broken glass bottle at Husk's head, but Alastor pushes Husk and suddenly Al is as bad as Valentino?

With this, I conclude thtat:

Husk cares about Alastor

Alastor cares about Husk

Angel & Valentino's relationship does not parallel Alastor & Husk's.

Husk was out of character during the second half of that scene and was possibly a result of Vivzie desperately trying to parallel Valdust with Radiohusk.

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[koolades-world]

Obey me! height headcanons

This isn’t revolutionary but I couldn’t stop thinking about this, especially asmo’s. For reference, I’m 5’2 and almost all of my shoes have platforms or are raised in some way because I like pretending I am taller than I actually am 💋 although in this case I think I’m winning for once (please tall people let me know what it’s like, the tallest person in my family is my dad at 5’5)

While I half wanted to make them unnaturally tall but I kept them within human possibility since these were their humans forms

1. Beel

100% the tallest, a beefcake of a man. Perfect for a boost up high, like during hanging up decorations or cleaning. When it’s the twins birthday, it’s a struggle to hang up the decorations. Nobody is as reliable as him. I imagine he’s about 6’3 or 6’4. The best for using scary dog privileges, going anywhere with him guarantees elite treatment. It would be so easy for me to get piggy back rides cause he wouldn’t want to leave me behind

2. Lucifer

He can’t be that far behind. I imagine him at like 6’2. Part of the reason people are scared or HoL is because of his height. Me personally, I’m scared by anyone I have to look right up at and he definitely falls in this category. Lucifer would make me shit my pants. At least Beel isn’t consult scowling and yelling. Would definitely use his height to my advantage, like making him clear a path for my through a crowd or to tell the fast food worker I wanted no pickles on my burger.

3. Levi

I definitely picture him as a taller dude, but nobody can every guess because he has terrible posture and is always staring down. Like, tall Levi is doing something for me. Lanky little gamer guy that no one knew was actually like 5’10 because 95% of the time he’s at home and the other 5% is when he’s playing a game.

4. Belphie

Another one I picture as lanky, but is constantly asleep so people don’t realize. He’s always curled up somewhere. Another sloucher 100%. He still insists on being carried around by Mammon even though he’s taller. Probably 5’9 or 5’10

5. Satan

I feel like he’s the Mr. Average in the height department. He’s the only brother who’s a demon, so it makes sense to me that he’s the most normal. Not that being super tall or short is bad, but he would fit in the most (which is saying a lot). I think he’s about 5’8. Demons are probably tall since it’s harder to intimidate a human if they’re taller than you. Nobody dares to comment on this, though. If they’re not Mc, you’re probably going to die which lucky us!! we are mc

6. Mammon

Short king! Not the shortest but I feel like him being not super tall adds to his appeal as a tsundere. He’s just short and (pretending to be) angry. I think he’s 5’6 or 5’7. He gets made fun of his height by his brothers even though Asmo is shorter. I like to think he also likes shoes that make him taller, it seems very him. he’s just cute ok <33

7. Asmo

He’s not that short but he just happens to be the shortest in their family. I imagine him about 5’6 which is funny to me to think this twink is taller than my father. I’m foaming at the mouth thinking about sharing a wardrobe with him, and if you happen to been a similar height to him, then it’s like you just won the lottery. I’m dying to have a mini fashion show with him 😭 it’s kinda funny to me to think that Asmo, who I personally think is the shortest, is stronger than Beel, who’s universally agreed to be the tallest. Height isn’t everything is what I learned from this

#obey me #obey me! #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me mc

[turtletaubwrites]

Touching What's Yours ~ Part 2

This story started with a request from @punkclowngutz found HERE. Thank you again for the request! 🙏🏼 This follows the poly fic 'We've All Got Needs' series linked below through Part 6.5, then diverges from there into an alternate story. It may continue after this part if people enjoy it, so let me know what you think!

Pairings: Zoro x Sanji, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2344

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Summary: You have a casual arrangement with Zoro and Sanji, but Zoro is not happy about sharing. He confronted Sanji last night, but their encounter was more intense than expected. Sanji wants to tell, but Zoro wants him to keep his mouth shut.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader Insert, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Swearing, Angst, Mild Violence, Alcohol, Shame, Smut (no smut occurs in this part, but there are memories and brief descriptions of smut), Possessive Behavior, Cigarettes, They're Gross, Don't Smoke, Anger, Zoro's Bad At Feelings, Sanji's Better But He's Still A Little Shit

A/N: I hope you enjoy it!

“And I thought you didn’t want me touching what’s yours.”

Zoro fucking ran from the cook’s smile, those taunting words searing through him.

What the fuck?

Sleep evaded him, most of the night was spent pacing in his small quarters, smacking fists against his head to try to shake this night from reality.

But it was real, and Zoro was wrecked. He managed to sleep fitfully for a bit, but nightmares and memories had mixed, hunting him into the morning.

The moans you made while you let him fuck you in the kitchen.

The cook’s red, swollen lips after Zoro pulled away from him. 

Why the fuck did I do that?

Zoro cringed every time his mind brought up images, and fucking feelings, of the dumbass waiter’s mouth. 

How he’d forced him to his knees, and Sanji had just taken it.

“Fuck off,” he snarled at himself, hating the way his body was reacting.

I was just pissed, he put me over the edge when he-

His mental excuses were pushed aside at the thought of you. 

Needy.

Sick panic poured through him. It filled his body like molasses, sticky, heavy, and overwhelming.

He’s just trying to take her from me. He’s been fucking with me and my shit since he got here. 

I’ll show her. Needy’s mine. She won’t want that fucking pervert after tonight.

But first, Zoro rushed to the showers to wash the shame off his skin.

~

Sanji was already in the galley, humming to himself as he prepped vegetables for omelettes. 

The memory of the beautiful faces you made while moaning his name, coming on his tongue, milking his cock with your perfect pussy… He had to set his knife down and breathe, shoving a few large utensils and a pepper grinder in his apron pocket to hide the evidence of his thoughts. 

Then his mind turned to the other events of the evening, and his grin shifted, a wicked smirk taking over as he bit his lower lip. 

That fucking idiot, Marimo.

How easy it had been to rile him up, how recklessly the swordsman had shoved his cock down his throat. It was too fucking good. 

Sanji didn’t usually pursue men, especially shitheads like that swordsman, but now that he’d tasted how desperate Zoro was, he couldn’t resist the thought of pushing him again. 

I wonder how well he slept last night.

~ 

When Zoro finally arrived, he stood by the door, avoiding eye contact with everyone as he waited for you. 

You were the last to the galley, with darkened eyes, yawning as you moved toward the crew. 

Zoro followed, taking your usual spot at the end of the table so that Sanji couldn’t lean into you like he had the day before.

Zoro regretted that choice almost instantly.

He gripped onto your thigh under the table, wishing he could just pick you up and carry you out of here. Out of the room he heard you moaning in last night. 

Sanji brought a caramel latte made just for you, with a flower design in the foam.

He wanted to pamper you, but couldn’t resist the urge to fuck with Zoro at the same time.

All he did was brush his hand along Zoro’s arm as he stepped away, but the look on his face was worth it.

Zoro’s skin was burning from the brush of that pervert’s fingers. He caught his own fingers digging into your thigh, and he had to let out a breath as he loosened his grip.

He’s trying to fuck with me. He’s trying to take my place. I’m not gonna let him. I’m gonna fuck the memory of him out of you tonight. 

Sanji watched you enjoy the meal he’d made for you, loving the way your eyes fluttered closed when you’d take a bite. 

Your eyes that looked exhausted, heavy. 

Did I keep her up too late last night? Or has that brute been wearing her out too much? 

As the table cleared, you practically ran out of the room while Sanji tried to pull Zoro aside. 

Zoro shouldered past him, following you out on deck. Catching you in an adorable stretch, he breathed along your neck.

“You’re coming to my room tonight.”

Sanji kept his distance as he pulled out a cigarette, enjoying how cute you looked as you yawned in Zoro’s face. 

“I can’t tonight, Zoro. I need to get some rest.”

“What, now that cook treats you like a little princess, and you don’t want to fuck me?”

Sanji watched you take a small step back at those words, and his body was filled with fire. He lit his cigarette, done playing with this asshole.

“I believe the lady told you she wanted a break, Marimo.”

Zoro’s hand was on his sword as he turned, while Sanji found his stance.

Your voice was probably the only thing that could have stopped them at that moment. Unfortunately, neither of them could hear you now over the sounds of swords, kicks, and rage filled words. 

“You don’t know what she needs, waiter.”

“I think she might disagree with you, moss head.”

Zoro growled as he slashed two swords out, grunting in frustration as Sanji blocked with his fancy fucking shoes. 

You stopped yelling at them as the rest of the crew came to watch. Nami held your hand, rolling her eyes since she was in on the secret. 

“You’ve been after my spot since you got here, you piece of shit cook.”

“You really don’t have anything in that thick skull of yours, do you?”

The dance between them got faster, while the crew sat back and watched. The boys fought often enough that it didn’t seem serious, but you still wanted to throw both of them overboard before the secret came out. 

“You just had to touch her when you found out she was mine. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“You’re one to talk, Marimo. I’ve still got bruises on my knees from last night.”

Zoro’s vision went red at the sight of Sanji’s taunting smirk, and his reckless attack landed him with a brutal kick to the face.

Before he could fly forward with Sanji’s death in his eyes, an arm stretched out, wrapping around his stomach three times. He was pulled backwards as he seethed, practically foaming at the mouth. 

“Zoro, Zoro!”

His captain’s voice broke through his mind enough, but Zoro was still itching to hurt the cook, especially as Sanji inched toward you. 

“This looks like a real fight. I’ll let you go if you need to, but if it’s important, I need to know what my crew is fighting about first.”

“Yeah, what the hell were you guys talking about,” Usopp asked from a safe distance. 

“Marimo’s just been having trouble keeping his swords to himself lately.”

You hissed at Sanji to stop while Luffy grunted, holding Zoro back. 

Zoro’s eyes finally left the cook, and fell onto your face. He didn’t hear a word anyone said while he stared into your eyes. Your tired eyes, with your brows tensed, shoulders slumping as you looked at him. 

She doesn’t want me. I fucked it all up. Everything.

Zoro sheathed his swords, avoiding eyes while Luffy released him. No words broke through his fog as he stormed away. 

Hiding in my room like a fucking coward.

Sanji frowned as he watched that green head walk away, leaving the crew to turn on him for answers. 

He caught your glare before explaining.

“We, uh... We had a disagreement.”

“No shit,” Nami snorted, rolling her eyes.

You couldn’t take it, not caring about being discreet after all of that, so you grabbed Sanji’s hand and dragged him, pushing him to climb to the crows nest.  

“What the fuck, Sanji?”

“I’m so sorry, ma belle, are you alright?”

Sanji’s eyes poured over your features. You looked wrecked, the past week all piling onto you now. He grabbed your fingers, trying to bring them to his lips, but you pulled them away. 

Your beautiful face that had looked at him with such softness and need last night, was angry now, and pinched from exhaustion. 

I’m going to kill that fucking idiot swordsman. 

“This is supposed to be casual. I can’t do this if it’s going to hurt the crew.”

“I know, sweetheart. I just don’t believe Zoro understands.”

“You were egging him on, Sanji,” you said, furrowing your brows. 

Sanji couldn’t help but think of how adorable you looked scolding him. He shook his head slightly as you continued. 

“What did you say that made him fly off the handle? Something about bruises?”

Sanji’s eyes went wide, mind flying through every possible outcome of telling you the truth or not. 

He took too long. 

“Sanji, this is already not fucking worth it. I need to know what’s going on, or I’m out.”

“W-Wait, please, darling,” he whispered, reaching for your hand again. He let out a relieved breath as you let him hold it, stroking his thumbs along the back of your hand. 

You stared at him, waiting.

Fuck, I really am going to kill that green headed asshole if he fucks this up for me. 

“I don’t believe Zoro understands, or, um… accepts that you aren’t exclusive.”

You fell back, leaning against the railing with a sigh. 

“I really wish he’d use his words.”

“Ha, I don’t think that’s one of his strong suits.”

He resisted as you took your hand back, sudden fear coursing through him.

What if she decides to be with him, only him?

~

Zoro didn’t know what time it was. He knew he was hungry. Just not hungry enough to go to the galley yet. 

You eventually knocked on his door, muttering his name softly through the wood. He stared at the door as if he could see you through it. But he couldn’t open it.

The image of you taking a step back from him at his harsh words played on a loop.

I don’t deserve to be with her. 

I don’t need her anyway.

It finally felt like late enough that he would be free to roam. Zoro crept out of his quarters, on alert, as if he was trapped in enemy territory. 

He rested his head against the wall by the galley door, battling his memories of the night before as he listened.

Just need some food and some booze. Mostly booze.

Hearing nothing inside, he pushed softly through the door.

He was greeted with the orange spark of Sanji’s cigarette being lit, and the weight of that blue eye that wasn’t hidden under all that stupid blonde hair. 

“There you are. We should really talk before we speak with Y/N tomorrow.”

Sanji leaned back as he exhaled, blowing smoke across the table as he gestured to a seat. As well as a bottle of sake he’d left out. 

Zoro’s stomach tied up in knots, but he knew this needed to happen. They needed to talk, to put things right with you.

He moved toward the table, hesitating before sitting down. 

Sanji rolled his eyes, pouring two glasses of sake while he waited. 

Zoro slid in, fighting his desire to pummel the blonde.

The burn of alcohol on both of their tongues wasn’t nearly enough. Sanji poured two more before Zoro took the bottle, taking a few swigs while the cook shook his head. 

Silence hung around them, Zoro staring at the table, still fighting his memories. Sanji finally broke it, putting out his cigarette as he leaned forward.

“Marimo, I’m not trying to fuck with you. Right now anyway,” he said, with just a hint of a tease in his voice. “I won’t tell the crew, but I hope you know that it’s not a big deal if you like men.”

Zoro ground his teeth together, fists clenching on the table as he continued trying to listen. 

“But I don't feel comfortable entering into this relationship with Y/N, however casual, with any lies. And sucking her other lover’s cock feels like quite the secret to me.” 

“Don’t you fucking tell her,” Zoro growled, finally meeting his gaze with rage bubbling behind his eyes.

Sanji tilted his head, exhaling a long breath as he tapped his fingers on the wooden table.

“See, you’ve put me in an uncomfortable position. Two nights in a row now,” he couldn’t help but tease, the corner of his mouth raising just a bit. 

“I would normally honor your request, but I can’t keep a secret like this from her. We’re all agreeing to be open and honest with each other. Is that something you can do?”

Sanji tried, really tried not to smirk as he watched Zoro falling apart. 

“Fuck,” Zoro breathed, taking a long drink off the bottle, rocking forward a bit as he fought his urge for violence. Your face filled his mind, your smile, your tired eyes, your step back…

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. 

But I don’t want it to stop. 

Sanji interrupted his thoughts, sucking his teeth before speaking.

“You know, Marimo… With this arrangement, if we’re honest, you and I could-”

Sanji had raised his brows, a wicked smile touching those soft lips, before Zoro’s rage flew back.  

“Shut your mouth.”

The cook sat back in his seat, still smiling as he ran his hand through his hair. He watched the veins popping out on the swordsman’s arms as he clenched his fists, remembering the veins he’d felt slamming along his tongue.

“Hm, I think you helped me with that last night.”

With a growl, Zoro stood from the table, pacing as he took the bottle with him.

“Would you fucking stop, you dumbass waiter? I don’t fucking want you. I just want Needy…”

The cook watched him as he stopped moving, closing his eyes as he confessed. A half true confession, Sanji thought, while Zoro took another long swig. 

“You really want to be with her, don’t you?”

“Shut up, cook.”

“Maybe you're not such an idiot after all.”

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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[captain-mj]

I love the Superhero AU! After the first part you mentioned another part was on the way, so I didn't want to bother to ask you to continue when that was already the plan. Not a fan of making people feel rushed.

The "enemies to lovers" tending to their injuries and recovery. The "I didn't know where else to go." I AM INSTANTLY DECEASED. I NEED MORE! I need it to its conclusion! The pet shadows with the judgmental stare! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Delivered!! Im very glad you liked it!!

@joltom

Ghost was… well. Struggling. He was starving, having a hard time cooking for himself, and he was pretty sure any progress he made on his ribs had gotten fucked up when he had gotten tossed around like a ragdoll. His shadows did their best, but they could only do so much, especially when he didn’t have the strength to take control of them.

It took two days, and the realization that despite all of this trying he wasn’t healing yet, before Ghost shot Soap a text. “Come over.”

Soap got the text message during a meeting. Price had asked him a million questions when he finally showed up but he had simply explained that Ghost had “Contacted him for information and opened up about a possible future” which quickly made Price let that slide. How could he be mad at him for that? Their whole goal was to deal with Ghost by either getting him to stop or joining so that way he would have to follow the rules.

When Soap saw Ghost’s come over message, he didn’t even have to lie about who it was or what he asked. So Soap was over in a flash, desperate to find out what Ghost wanted.

To find him in a worse state than before was rather distressing after all of the excitement. Soap happily helped him out though and, despite how much Ghost hated it, they quickly formed a nice alliance.

Ghost, in a rather desperate need to be useful, gave Soap missions. Nothing that would require someone dying, of course. Just stopping specific times that would take place at certain times or checking on a situation for him.

Soap found himself more and more infatuated with him. The Shadows begrudgingly gave their approval of him after a while which was much appreciated, but there were more and more strands of darkness around Ghost. They were slow to appear and Ghost explained they’d been busy keeping some of his organs working.

“Not quite immortality but close, yeah? That’s the not sentient part of it. Even if the Shadows disappeared or I put them away for a bit, this stays.”

Soap felt a lot better when he thought about kissing Ghost later. The Shadows wouldn’t have to watch but he’d still be strong enough to properly kiss back. Excellent.

(Though Soap had to admit, in most of his fantasies, Ghost’s perceived weakness was a bonus. The idea of him easily pinning down the great Ghost, turning him from a powerful antihero to just the human underneath. Very exciting prospects.)

But he was careful to not think of any of that while he took care of Ghost. He stayed clinical. Just a sweet nurse to help him out.

Ghost was very happy the first day he didn’t really need Soap around. Soap was crushed. But… Ghost never really asked him to stop coming and Soap continued to arrive and they acted… normal.

They’d watch tv or Soap would cook while Ghost watched him and one day, instead of wearing his balaclava, he wore a black gaiter, letting Soap see the… the…

“You’re blond?” That was the first thing Soap said. Besides the fact his hair was a beautiful mess of bedhead curls that had Soap foaming at the mouth, it made the soft brown eyes seem so much darker by comparison.

“I bleach it.”

Soap could barely string his thoughts together afterwards. Ghost made food this time, watching him with slight amusement.

“My mum taught me how to cook.” Ghost said softly. He seemed a little vulnerable at this moment, the Shadows having disappeared. The sun on him. Soap shouldn’t be staring. He’s supposed to be a good person. A hero. The epitome of chivalry and bravery and all that.

So why did he feel like such a coward? He just kept staring at Ghost’s back. Underneath his band tee, there were tons of scars. Scars Soap had wanted to touch. His own skin couldn’t do it. No one he knew had such vulnerabilities and those that did most certainly didn’t put themselves in harm's way. He didn’t make friends with many regular people. Maybe that’s why Ghost felt so… refreshing. Tempting.

Soap wanted. He lusted. All while Ghost tentatively shared details about his life.

Soap had never felt like more of a bad person.

Ghost put the food in front of him and Soap ate every bite. It was so good and Ghost softened the more he ate.

Soap smiled at him a little and Ghost glanced away. They were dancing around each other and the music had started to crescendo. Eventually, they’d have to collide. To come to some conclusion.

“Why do you keep coming?” Ghost asked softly. “Are you waiting for me to change my mind? I’m not going to join your league. I can’t. How well do you think it’ll go if they find out I’m human?”

“I’m not here to make you join the league.”

Ghost stared at him, analyzing him. When he was satisfied with what he found, he asked. “Then what are you here for? Because you didn’t keep coming out of the kindness of your own heart. There’s other people. Other things you could be doing. I went back to going out and helping people and you didn’t stop me. So what do you want from me?”

“I want you.” Soap admitted softly. “I just… want you.”

“I’m not something worth wanting.” Ghost said softly.

Soap swallowed. “My name is Johnny. I’m 24. I hate dogs. I’ve dated a bunch of people but never anything serious. I knew i was going to be a hero by the time i was 8 and they told me i was made for it. I so rarely get to want things but i really, really want you.”

Ghost tilted his head, something amused there again. “I know what you’re thinking. You see my big brown eyes and you think I’m all pretty under here. Maybe the hair gets you all hot and bothered. I make jokes. I pretend. But I know once I lose the mask, it's gone. I’m not attractive under here. A fact I’m reminded of constantly. So let me go ahead and shatter the illusion.”

He took his mask off and dropped it on the table.

The scarring was not pretty. A sharply cut Glasgow smile. Burns. Acid burns. That’s what they were. Cutting streaks down from his lips and down his chin. They were faded and clearly a little old but still visible.

“You’re gorgeous.” Soap said softly, but just a little too fast to be a lie.

Ghost made a face as he stared at him, but it quickly started to crumble. “What?”

“You’re gorgeous.” Soap repeated and with little effort, he was in front of Ghost, hand on his shoulders. He was being greedy again. Drinking him in.

The kiss was fast. Desperate. Strangely human.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare ii #johnny soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost

[crying-fantasies]

Designation: Mayhem

Soundwave named his sparkling as Mayhem for the simple fact that when the little bean cried for the first time everything was a chaos.

Like, a literal chaos, since cybertronians were now something kind of usual in Earth since the Unicron war and many decided to stay.

Imagine someone in their way to work when out of nowhere the glass in every passing structure makes vibrating noises, tremors that has every human in alert for a earthquake, but no, every glass material related thing starts then to shake violently before finally breaking, light goes out and an ominous sound wrapped everyone near before the sound of something falling is getting near.

Then there was somebot shouting in cybertronian, distantly at first but getting closer, dangerously so.

Jets, helicopters and planes start to fall from the sky and many noticed those are cybertronians that literally fainted but had the last thought of getting course to a crashing area where there are no living casualties, cars or trucks change to transformers that are foaming in the mouth while crying out loud or crash against something in their sheer panic, cellphones showing a sound that looks like there is a worldwide poltergeist around and screeching in every screen before turning off, no human or organic being knows what the hell happened while trying to calm down every bot that is near to them.

All because a tiny sparkling in the middle of Africa finally opened his intake to cry like any other baby, almost killing his sire's oh so sensitive audials, the itty bity baby showing not only his high sound frequency but that he could also connect to electronic devices.

It was a blessing that Mayhem hardly cried, but when he did, Soundwave and his cassettes were ready, sorry for the rest of the world.

Years later, no one knows what created the big cacophony from many years ago, some make theories about it: terrorist attacks, paranormal activity or another alien race trying to make contact, while Mayhem is just eating some pork belly in the room, hearing people or bots talk about it, almost laughing and saying for himself that it was maybe some kind of cryptid, not knowing that it was him.

Every time that Mayhem cried was a moment when humans and cybertronians, once again, made their bond deeper in those trying times.

#reader insert #x reader #tf mtmte #tf idw #idw soundwave #idw mtmte #transformers idw #transformers x reader #transformers x human reader #soundwave #soundwave x reader #soundwave x human reader

[gavisuntiedboot]

Hello, if your taking requests at the moments I have one that I’d love to see though it may be a little difficult!

Gavi and the reader (an actor) are dating but are in different counties due to the reader going aboard to film a new show! The young couple decide to go on an Instagram live together to hang out & a lot of fans join!

Hello and welcome to a new series I’m calling “boot on the bus”, where I see how much I can write of an ask on my bus ride home. Whatever state it is at at the end of my ride, I post! (Also so sorry to this anon who sent me this req literally months ago)

~~~

[incoming call]: pablito ❤️😡

“Hello?”

“Amor!! Finally!!”

“Pablo, why are you making an international call right now?”

“I can afford it. You have three seconds to explain to me why you haven’t been answering a single one of my FaceTime calls. I’ve been worried and, more importantly, bored out of my mind!”

You laughed lightly and relaxed back into the plush cushions of the hotel couch. You had forgotten that the last time you were out of Spain for filming was before you had met Gavi. Being on a successful HBO original came with a lot of perks, but also a lot of pain, both physical and emotional. You had joined the royal drama “Heavenly Bodies” in the middle of its first season, instantly being thrown into a love triangle between the two male leads. Viewers ate it up, creating theories and art (and ofc fan fiction) about you and your costars, foaming at the mouth to know what would happen next. The high demand lead to your current situation, where you were cooling off in a high hotel room overlooking Dubai, listening to your boyfriends complaints 2 months earlier than scheduled.

“I haven’t gotten any of them, Pablito. FaceTime is blocked here.”

You heard a loud scoff over the phone.

“If you are too busy to talk just say that, princesa. How could FaceTime be blocked in Dubai? That makes no sense!”

“Google it.” You retorted, laying back on the couch and cracking open a cold soda. You heard yells of “Ale! Google this for me!”, followed by a long pause.

“Oh wow. It is blocked.”

“See!” You yelled into the receiver, causing Gavi to complain about his sensitive eardrums. You sat back down, continuing what would probably be a very expensive phone call with your boyfriend. As you two talked, he sighed loudly, and you heard his body hit the couch.

“I miss seeing your face, princesa. Don’t get me wrong I love the sound of your voice, but it’s just different. Is there no way we can video call?”

You could basically hear the pout and puppy dog eyes in Gavi’s voice, and it made your heart swell. He was so enamored by you, so taken by the way you looked and spoke and laugh, that all he wanted was to once again cup your face in his hands and pull you in close enough to share his breathing space.

“Well, we could always just go on live together.”

“Huh?”

“Like do a live stream. On instagram or something. We would both be calling but there would just be other people there.”

Gavi paused once again, playing around with the idea in his mind.

“But what if I… want to say “not appropriate in front of people” stuff?”

“That’s what Snapchat is for.”

His laugh resounded through the phone, and you couldn’t help the large smile that squinted your eyes and filled out your cheeks.

“Okay, Vamos, let’s do it.”

You got onto instagram and started a live, inviting Gavi to join. Every one of your 10.5 million followers who has their notifications on started to pour in, the messages of “I love you 😍” and “hi from Brazil 🇧🇷” flying at unreadable speeds. Gavi’s end connected a second later, and the fans went mental. Gavi was beaming like the sun when the line connected, finally able to see your face again.

“Hello again, Amor. I missed that pretty smile.”

Your fans and Gavi’s were now in the chat trying to prevent a mass cardiac arrest incident.

Ynbiggestfan: MOTHERRRRR AND FATHERRR

gavi3096: nobody let Madrid see this they’ll know how to make him soft

Ynandgavicloset2: the way he calls her amor time to take a nap on an electrical wire in the rain

You weren’t reading any of it thought. You were staring at Gavi who was staring at you, the two of you making idle conversation about your trip and your show and his upcoming matches. He looked at you with so much love and affection that it made you blush, turning you into a much more shy and cuddly mess than people were used to. The sexy and strong power couple were now just a bunch of teenagers giggling and kicking their feet on instagram live. A strand of hair fell in your face, and Gavi reached out to his phone before remembering he couldn’t sweep it from your eyes on a different continent.

“Princesa, from now on, no filming on location unless I can come.”

“Why Pablito? Can’t live without me?” You teased, expecting a sharp reaction.

“Correct. Im literally itching and shaking from withdrawal. I love you and miss you come back faster.”

The chat got so overwhelmed they crashed the live.

~~~

Hey guys! Hope y’all enjoyed this little imagine. Ik not everybody wants super long works, but I don’t know how to write fast or short so then things sit in my inbox forever. So here’s to length variation!! Love y’all, time to take a nap.

#gavisuntiedboot #gavisuntiedbootasks #pablo gavi #pablo gavi x reader #gavi #gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #gavi x you #fc barca #gavi imagine #gavi fluff #gavi fic #pablo gavi fanfic #pablo gavi fanfiction #pablo gavi fluff #gavi fanfic

[jaynovz]

Is it time for me to foam at the mouth about one of Silver's most batshit insane decisions in the entire show?

(So the ramble underneath this is literally 2k, so like, make good choices I guess. also pls imagine me as Pepe Silvia meme the entire time)

So I see people talking a lot about how Silver is fucking deranged bonkers banana cakes he has 10,000 snakes in his head instead of a brain and of course I agree this is just Canon.

However, the moments that we focus on are like 3.3, doldrums talking to Billy about Flint controlling reality when he's starving and dehydrated or like what he says in response in 3.10 when Flint tells him his story, about Thomas.

Both of those are very very good moments for Silver being fucking crazy and saying things out loud with his human mouth that no regular unfucked human being would come up with, he set new RECORDS for it, agreed.

TODAY I want to talk about a different moment, what I think is the most egregious example of Derangement. It's in the Silver-Flint gold conversation in 2.7.

Quick context-- Before Silver meets back up with Flint in 2.7 he was sent after a VERYYYY dissatisfying conversation (aka "the gold is still a priority" where Silver challenges Flint on the Vane and the fort and Abigail Ashe plan and Flint lies to his face) to go influence the men to vote for Flint's side of things over Hornigold's. After dealing with the Logan situation in the middle of that (which I don't actually think Flint ever finds out about Silver helping to cover that shit up, but that's not the point right now) he shows back up right in the middle of Hornigold addressing the pirate council and accusing Flint of a bunch of crimes (most of which are accurate lol) and Flint is Angy about "where the fuck has you [Silver] been?" and Silver tells him (loud enough for the entire council to hear mmhmm) that the gold is gone.

Now the order of the scenes, the timeline, means The Reveal about the gold is with Max later, (right, that later is the point it becomes real for us because we're finding out the same as Max's that Silver has made the gold disappear) and so it's hard to keep in mind until a second watch how the entire time there in the tent and Silver is putting on this performance, such a good show about it the whole time and then he goes and talks and gives the speech to the whole fucking combined crew and that entire time we don't know yet.

But Silver knows. He has already engineered a situation where he has convinced to the scouts that they're going to sell the location of the gold to another crew!! He has already removed the Urca gold from right under Flint's nose!! (Which is like the thing that Flint has been working towards for an unknown amount of years since he found out about it right? This thing, this sort of mythical amount of money, which is going to solve problems and effect change and build a future and fulfill Thomas ideals.)

And while he's talking he has already waved his hand and made it disappear in the narrative and he did it so skillfully that we don't even suspect that this is happening until the reveal and so sometimes it's hard to go back and think about the 2.7 tent conversation.

Potentially it doesn't quite HIT on the first watch. Maybe not even the second.

But yeah what I want to draw attention to is that... this ENTIRE TIME, from the moment Silver shows back up, he is putting on the performance of his fucking life. He's ALREADY met the scouts Vincent and Nicholas on the jetty, he's ALREADY convinced them ON THE FLY ON A WHIM to lie to Captain Flint. He's ALREADY coached them through exactly what to say to sell it, to lie to Captain James Flint's fucking face. right??? and THEN only after that does he goes to meet Flint.

And the very specific thing I am focusing on isn't even THAT gamble, which is fucking SCARY CRAZY ALREADY. But the WAY this boy pulls the bluff out, the lengths he goes to during the next convo in the tent about "there is no we. the gold was the inducement" and all that. You know the scene.

I wanna underline how Silver decides midstream, midargument to... FLIP IT AROUND and accuse Flint of making the gold disappear.... when Silver literally just made the gold disappear.

Silver: I believe I've been clear about the nature of my investment here. The gold was the inducement. Now no gold… Flint: It's an unfortunate development that we have to adapt, and quickly. Silver: Adapt? I've had about my fill of adapting lately. Doing your bidding, keeping the crew in line for you. Flint: I wasn't the only one to benefit from that. Silver: It certainly seemed that way. Even now you're the only one benefitting from it. Flint: What are you saying, that I'm benefitting from the gold having disappeared? Silver: It certainly solved a number of problems for you, didn't it? I have half a mind to wonder if you didn't orchestrate this whole thing to your advantage.

So yeah I'm uh, I'm literally foaming im frothing im cappucino right now. I want to put this UNDER THE MICROSCOPE AND STUDY HIM. what in the FUCK. Silver knows the entire time, this ENTIRE EXCHANGE, that not only is the gold still on the beach but that he is gonna fucking SELL THE LOCATION to Max and Rackham. And then sits there cool as a fucking cucumber with his mask of irritability...(because of course if he had nothing to do with it!!) Like of course he would be mad that the gold is gone, because the gold was the inducement RIGHT.

All of the rest of that is a foundation for like the craziest part isn't necessarily that he's putting on the act That's in keeping with him, we've seen that, we saw that he was getting more and more frustrated and that part doesn't surprise us that like he would... I mean we saw him steal the page and we saw him burn the page and we have seen him make these types of kind of batshit decisions so we're like "okay this this checks out."

But the truly deranged part where it goes beyond like it just like they're like literally... he. he. HE ACCUSES FLINT OF THE THING HE JUST DID. There was no reason for you to say that and at this point it's like he is SEEING how CLOSE he can get to the fire, he is seeing how much RISK can be pulled off. He's getting off on poking and sleeping dragon in the eye when he knows very well the entire time that he stole the fucking dragon's gold.

"I have half a mind to wonder if you didn't orchestrate this whole thing to your advantage."

I--

it's... it's some reverse psychology bluffing gamble, it's "let me say what has happened, let me literally ADMIT WHAT I JUST DID but no YOU did it, I projected it onto YOU. hope that you don't think about that too hard. let me hope that this works out"

There was... THERE WAS JUST NO REASON FOR IT. He was already pulling it off, the conversation was. "There is no we" and "I was clear about the nature of my investment" THAT'S ENOUGH. STOP.

there's just no reason for him to have done that but it's because he's fucking crazy he's a crazy person

The way his brain works just does not follow lines of logic like a sane human being!!

FURTHER POINT--

this is how we also get to the point where he convinces himself to go to Charles Town (because we see him go to Charlestown!! we see him on the ship the next time!! in 2.8!!)

and he says to the scouts that, yknow, paraphrasing "we came on this endeavor in order to allay suspicion about the fact that we have all double crossed this crew that we are sailing with right now including Flint"

now the thing about that is that and I think I've mentioned this before, but I don't know if I've said it in a formal post that so many people had defected/deserted because the gold was gone and they had no appetite for storming the fort after that. And then Silver went and convinced to the rest of the crew remaining to go to Charlestown to seek the pardons right and that's what Flint wanted him to do. So if Silver then defected because the gold was indeed the inducement and there was no gold then I don't think Flint would have fucking batted an eye!!!

And neither would anyone else!! because even though Silver is very useful to Flint as a tool right now, Flint was very mission-focused, very Miranda-focused very pardons-focused, very "let's fulfill Thomas's dream"-focused. So even though he does and has needed Silver a lot recently to influence the crew, I don't think he was really thinking about him basically for two-three episodes after that basically. Cuz they don't talk again, right, and they are just not in each other's orbit for 2.8, 2.9, 2.10.

So what that tells me is that Silver goes to Charlestown and he just... really didn't have to he could have stayed in Nassau and assisted Max or just laid low until the gold got retrieved and then potentially taking his share and left before Flint crew got back!!

I've talked about this specific part before where Silver says that their safety is contingent upon whether Flint is successful in his endeavor or not. Like he says that out loud to Vincent (which is the most bat ship banana cakes bonkers thing ever) about it because he's basically hitched his horse to the outcome of this pardon situation when he absolutely didn't have to do that to get the goal he and the scouts could have all just deserted and no one would have been the wiser because so many crew had, including Dufresne, because of the gold situation!!

Now there's some arguments here about well.... one of our main characters cannot just leave.

But because the writers have created a party member who wants to leave the party what they then keep having to do is invent more and more convoluted mental gymnastics to himself to continue staying and following Flint which is why at the end of the day I sort of can't really see a situation where the Silverflint thing is not like the main thing because they're both obsessed with each other in different ways (and Silver is obsessed first because he doesn't fucking leave and there's a bunch of reasons he should and there's a bunch of chances for him to do so) and so it all starts to look real fucking gay

But yes uh circling back... Silver lies to Flint's fucking face about the gold, going so far as to ACCUSE HIM of making it disappear, then goes on an extremely dangerous errand trapped on a ship full of people who he double crossed with two scouts with loose lips... when, in order to guarantee his future, if we're looking at actual real logic and actual real pragmatism and survival instincts and not just "oh I have to follow Flint because ummmm -dial up sounds-",

Then he should have stayed in Nassau.

#black sails #black sails meta #john silver #long post #disclaimer that I basically just sat in the bed last night and did speech to text ramble to my phone for an hour #and this is what we came out with #please imagine in all ways but physical me sitting next to you on a comfy couch with two fingers of rum #furiously ranting and gesturing about him with a roller coaster amount of volume variation #and you would be accurate as to the mood this post is supposed to convey #thoughts #like I cannot stress how long of a post this is I am not sorry but also buckle up buttercakes #i ahve been waiting for nearly a month to fully articulate this and I still dunno if I managed it #okay I've been waiting three years #i think i repeat myself oops #Charles town au

[elektramustdie]

𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.

Hi!! so this is my first time writing on Tumblr, but I think I can do it lol so yeah!!

NSFW BELOW >_<

warnings , Dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy ) , choking, oral (fem receiving) slight daddy kink.

Agreeing to go on tour with Ronnie was one of the best decisions you've ever made, travelling to every corner of the world and watching your boyfriend perform in front of thousands of people in the most extravagant outfits every night was honestly a dream, but now after four months being on the road with him you we're finally going home for a break. "Wake up darling'' Ronnie said stroking your cheek, it was only 7'o'clock in the evening in the us, but jet lag was getting the better of you so Ronnie being more accommodated to flying here there an everywhere gladly drove you two home from the airport whilst you napped. You give him a lazy smile stretching your arms in the air "we're home" you say excitedly looking at the front of your home, you honestly thought you forgot what it looked like after not seeing it in 4 months. He smiled, admiring his girl and how cute she looked rubbing her sleepy eyes with her whole palm like a child.

He opens his door and climbs out of the car, quickly making his way to your side to open the door for you like the gentleman he is, "m'lady" he gestures for you to get out the car " well thankyou kind sir" you giggle at him, pecking his cheek on your way to the back of the car.

You two make a quick job of getting all your luggage into the house, only dumping them in the porch already agreeing to deal with it in the morning. You walk into the kitchen to be greeted by Lacy your cat, You felt bad for leaving her for so long but a friend insisted that nothing would happen while she house sit. "hey dais how are you, missed you soo much" you coo towards her she let you stroke her for a maximum of two seconds before she spots Ronnie in the doorway and bounds over to him. You chuckle, Daisy had always had a soft spot for Ronnie and you couldn't really blame her "not giving mama cuddles huh, missed your daddy too much" he said with the cat laid in his arms, her paws up as if she was in surrender, Eventually she scrambled out of his arms going to her bed in the living room you presumed. "Wanna go and watch a film in bed baby, I can choose whatever, Your not making me watch The Notebook again"

"You cried at the end but whatever" she rolls her eyes and smiles walking to grab his outstretched hand. The two of you trudge up the stairs, and when you finally make it to the top you run into the bedroom that you and Ronnie shared, and jumped onto your California king bed, making Ronnie laugh at your antics. You had truly missed this bed after being in a tour bus for what seemed like forever.

There was just something about the duvet and the memory foam mattress cover that you couldn't get enough of. The sheets were extra soft and smelled like fresh flowers, You laid flat on your back with your arms and legs splayed out like a starfish. "This is better than sex" You say jokingly but sounded quite serious due to how comfortable you were. This made Ronnie spin round to face you with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his lips. He made his way to the bed, you had your eyes closed so when you felt his breath against the side of your neck it made you jump and a shiver ran down you spine. "You sure about that sweet girl?" You open you eyes in shock, not knowing what you said would get him riled up that quickly, or bruise his forever increasing ego, but you knew if you kept playing along he would give it to you really good just so that he could prove you wrong, and you were all for it.

"Are you saying that this bed is better than my cock…my fingers…and my mouth?" Kissing you on the sweet spot on your neck between his words.

‘Hmm, | don't know you'll have to show me can't remember."

"Oh baby you don't know what you've gotten your self into, I'm gonna make you remember it for days" making a moan escape your lips, he pounced on top of you pinning you arms above your head kissing you on you lips multiple times before pecking all the way down you chest and tummy.

Ronnie knew you were probably joking but he loved having his way with you and for the last 4 months being on tour the only sort of intimacy you two had was quick fucks in dressing and hotel rooms with being so busy all the time and at night Ronnie was understandably tired after doing a show. He wanted to dominate the shit out of you tonight and you had just added fuel to the fire, so with no fear of someone walking in on you both he was going to let loose. 

He pulls back and releases your arms, "strip for me baby, then | want you to sit at the top of the bed with your back against the headboard" you moaned softly at his words, already putty in his hands and instantly start undressing as he did the same.

Once you were naked, and sat against the headboard you couldn't help but stare at your boyfriend pulling his t-shirt over his head making his arms flex, your pussy become slick with your wetness as you watched him. Once he freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, he gives his shaft a few tugs trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

‘Jesus, Your so hot’ he groans crawling up the bed, you legs spreading even more on instinct to give him more room. He lays on his belly once he is closer to you wrapping his arms around your thighs swiftly dragging you so that his face was barely centre metres away from your sopping cunt, you drape you legs over his shoulder heels digging into his back.

"M'gonna use my mouth… and my fingers and I'm gonna make you cum so hard sweet girl" you squirm in his grip his, eyes looking directly into yours. He gives you no warning as he ducks down pressing a kiss directly on your clit, then licking a bold stripe up your entire pussy "always to wet for me, you taste just like a strawberry angel." You throw your head back, your hands gripping onto the sheets to prepare yourself for what was to come.

He focuses back on your clit flicking his tongue from side to side, he teases his middle finger round your entrance making you buck your hips "patience dollface " he says removing his lips from your clit to suck a hickey onto the inside of your thigh. "Feels so so good Ronnie" the first words you had spoken except moan after moan since Ronnie started, your fingers pinching your nipples, he smirks up at you, his cock twitching against the sheets. He decides to give you his fingers, inserting two at the same time, you whine at how easily they slid into you. He gives no time to adjust curling them into a ‘cone hither’ motion then pumping them in and out going knuckle deep every time hitting spots that you would never have been able to fine with your own, a calloused finger rubbing tight circles around you clit. "How good is daddy making you feel, tell me"

"So f-fucking good, your fingers feel amazing inside me daddy" you can't stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as his mouth finds it's place back on your clit, adding a third finger into you cunt, still thrusting at a delicious pace, You could feel the knot tightening in your belly, but not only that you felt like a balloon was ready to burst within you.

You tangle your lingers In his hair, knowing that he loved it when you tugged on his curls, but you also did it so that he wouldn't pull away and deny you of an orgasm when you were almost falling off the edge. "Clenching around my fingers baby, know your gonna cum, stop holding back let go for me"

‘Fuck Ronnie , I'm so close’ you cry out "Yeah you gonna squirt for me, soak the sheets?" "Yes!" You scream "Go on then, cum for me pretty girl"

You couldn't hold back any longer, after a few more thrusts of his fingers you let go screaming as you do, the ballon inside you also bursting, he moaned out. Your legs were shaking, your head was thrown back, and your back arched as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of you to ride out your intense orgasm. After a few moments you took in a sharp breath having forgotten how to breathe "holy shit" you barely mustered up, you felt like you were floating in mid air, you don't think you've cum that hard in a very long time.

After a couple of minutes you start to come down from your high, you look at Ronnie who was still in the same position, his eyes were glazed over in lust "that was so fucking hot swear | could've cum just right there and then" Ronnie swore he could spend hours between your legs, he couldn't get enough of your taste. Eventually he presses one last kiss on your clit, before blowing air directly onto the small bud, making you squirm at the overstimulation.

He moves up your body, pressing kisses against your skin along the way, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples then blowing air only each in just like he had done to your clit making a shiver run up your spine. He reaches your lips kissing, dipping his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste your juices.

"Was that good baby" his words muffled by your lips.

'Yes, m’kinda sleepy now though’ you say shutting your eyes a lazy smile spreading across your face. "No falling asleep on me now, haven't even fucked you yet" This makes you perk up a bit, now yearning to be filled with Ronnie's cock, you had only just come down from your last orgasm but you were ready for another one." ‘Want you to come deep inside of me, want you to fill me up so bad" you whine.

"You want my cock baby’

'Yes please’ you were desperate now.

"Well since you asked so nicely’ he reaches down tugging his cock a few times spreading pre-cum over his length, before slipping into your warm cunt both of you groaning at the feeling, he thrusts all the way inside you his length stretching your walls deliciously. " Ohhh sweet girl, swear you pretty cunt was made for me, can | move now? " You nod. he instantly complies not being able to stay still any longer. He starts a steady pace pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hitting the deepest spots within you. You reach your arms over his shoulders tracing some of his tattoos along the way then gripping onto the soft skin. Whimpers and groans filled the room as. Ronnie buried his face in your neck, your natural scent mixed with your favourite perfume intoxicating him, you take your chance to suck a hickey onto his neck after not having much time to mark him up. He was fucking into you at a fast pace now, getting lost in pleasure "so deep" you moan. He moved his face from your neck, gripping onto the headboard with one hand to get more leverage, the sight of him above you pounding you into the mattress turned you on even more if that was possible. 

His hand flies to your throat gripping it just enough so it restricted you breathing slightly, "like that baby, you love it when daddy rough with you, don't ya?"

"Yes daddy, fucking love it' you scream as he starts hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

" Oh shit, I'm gonna cum, you gonna cum with me" he groans hand getting slightly tighter around your throat.

"'m gonna cum too, please keep fucking me like that" you mumnle out as your eyes roll into the back of your head your heels looped round his back and crossed at the ankle to keep him as close as possible. His thrusts start to falter and his cock twitches telling you he was about to fall over the edge ‘cum inside me ronnie want you to make me yours forever. please daddy want it soo much" you whimper also starting to tumble over.

" I'm cumming" he growls sheathing into your cunt his cock twitching one last time, he emptied his load inside you, the sensation of his seed filling you up also made you cum, Ronnie's grip on your throat giving you a head-rush as you do, you both felt euphoric. After the waves of your release come crashing down in you. your body goes limp, you know that you will be sore tomorrow and probably the day after but it was all worth it. Ronnie takes longer to come down from his high, his cum now dripping out of your pussy. "You okay?" you say sweetly looking up at him.

‘Oh I'm more than okay baby, feel fucking incredible’ He takes his loosened hand off of your throat before resting his body on top of yours, his cock still buried inside of you ‘I take back that last statement about this bed being better than sex’ you whispered breathlessly into his hair. "You better’ he tiredly laughs into your neck. 





































#ronnie radke #falling in reverse #ronnie radke x reader #escape the fate #smut fic #2000s emo

[fetish4juggalos]

Please I desperately need jerome and jeremiah with s/o's who are juggalos (preferably post scary jeremiah he just so scrumptious) I think about this so often it's not even funny...lol<3

Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska with a juggalo/juggalette s/o

omggg yes yes yes this idea has me foaming at the mouth bro it’s so perfect :3 thank u thank u thank u also by post Jeremiah i didn’t know whether you met post laughing gas or post acid so i did post laughing gas but i can do a separate post for both pre laughing gas and post acid :>

I apologize in advance for spelling and grammatical errors

Jerome Valeska

This idea is so perfect for both pre-death and post-death jerome it’s not even funny

He’s in love with you especially since his entire following is made up of mostly people in the scene (people who are into alternative fashion and music) so you fit the bill perfectly

Jerome isn’t an active music listener but introducing him to icp will open up an entire new world for him

Icp’s music consists of a lot of carnival-esque and violent themes which he can resonate with a lot

It also helps if you’re in the business of crime seeing as juggalo makeup cannot be accurately read by a lot of face recognition technologies so it makes things convenient for the both of you

A lot of the time he’ll stay just to watch you apply your makeup as it interests him a lot

He’s not much of a makeup or face paint wearer on the regular but i could see him asking you to do his just to see what it would look like and to spend time with you

Favorite flavor of faygo is definitely cotton candy or cream soda :)

If you have any tattoos relating to icp i can see him sitting with you for hours asking about them and asking how you chose your makeup and the colors if you don’t rock the classic black and white

Dresses you up in clown clothes and carnival attire with him whenever he does his public acts of chaos. I can also imagine him dawning the makeup once or twice to match you

Honestly i can see him becoming a juggalo himself even if he has less of a moral standing

Jeremiah Valeska

Though i feel like jerome would be more into his s/o being a juggalo/juggalette i really like this idea for jeremiah bc hear me out….juggalo/jugglette harley!!

He sees this more as an adorable act of how loyal and committed you are to a following

Jeremiah is an active make up wearer so watching you dawn your makeup while he does his is a show of affection in his eyes

He’s more of a classical music listener so he’s not a big fan of the scene or the music that comes with it but this is just another adorable quirk about you that he admires

In a way you remind him of jerome in the sense that the music you listen to and the way you carry yourself mirror him but in a good way

His following also consists of a lot of people in the scene even though he himself is not involved in it but i can see him showing up to some of these gatherings so you can enjoy the music

He may ask the off question here and there about your interest in the group and makeup, interested to learn more about their standing and what being a juggalo/juggalette entails

He finds your independence and individuality a huge refreshment since his following and his team are only slaves or pawns to a bigger picture and you don’t fall into that mindset

When he’s gone for long periods of time i can see him buying you records and cds to listen to as a form of apology and as a gift

Not a big fan of soda and the first time he tried faygo it gave him a migraine :b

#jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska x reader #jeremiah valeska #gotham #insane clown posse #juggalo #juggalette

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

The Dutchess of Camden

Hobie wants to take Diane to her first punk show. And she has just the outfit. (a.k.a How Diane got her punk battlejacket - aka I saw this photo of Fran Fine and laughed so hard.)

DiscoPunk - DiscoSpider!Diane x Hobie Brown - PURE FLUFF. More fluff than a cappucino with extra foam. FLUFFY

Also this post was largely inspired by @spidey-bie and their post about Ansi & Hobie!!

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Diane isn't punk.

With chiffon skirts and silk shirts and glittery nails and light up roller-wheels - if anything, she was the farthest thing from it. But that never stopped her, did it?

Without a doubt, she was still Hobie's #1 fan.

Hobie had only known Diane a couple of weeks - and it was only four months ago that he'd met her that in that darkened club, a Daiquiri on her lips and a joint at her fingertips.

And since then, the party hadn't stopped.

Hobie didn't have an explanation for it - but for some reason, Diane seemed to like him. If anything, she seemed to adore him. And that in itself wasn't a rarity -

She just wasn't afraid to show it.

Out of a room full of people, she'd be the one to approach him first. In a cafeteria full of tables, she was the one to ask if she could sit at his, just because 'y'all seem like you're having fun'.

And regardless of what anyone had to say about it, to Hobie - that only added to the appeal. Because Diane said it all the time -

'Closed mouths don't get fed - Ain't that right?'

Over the weeks, he'd gotten used to her face, front row at SpiderBand's every show. He'd gotten use to her laugh, and the way she'd smile every time he told a joke - no matter how unoriginal. How he could make her laugh without fail.

He'd gotten use to the way he felt when he knew she was there, safe somewhere nearby.

Like praying for someone to turn up to school that day, and then hearing that they did.

And did having her on his arm, his voice in her ear, an inside joke between the two of them - mean them anything?

Hobie didn't know. And he didn't care.

It didn't matter what Diane being at his side made her - as long as she wasn't going anywhere.

And so he'd bring her along for the ride, as long as she'd let him.

Hobie and Diane had known weeks, and she was never shy to invite herself, asking for permission to tag along any place that sounded funky enough for her to find it far out.

And he was never one to tell her 'No'.

But there was one place she'd yet to go - and that was 138.

"Oi, I'm taking you to a rock show tonight. It's in 138, so try to blend in, alright?"

"Of course!" she says. "I've been waiting for this! I have just the outfit."

And then she turns up in this.

Diane looks at him and goes "What'd I tell ya!"

She's so proud of herself. She thinks she's killing it. She brought that outfit the month she met him and she's been waiting for this moment.

She's like -

Hobie has to cover his face. Because if he looks at her - he's gonna start laughing. Cause what iN THE HELL-

Hobie looks at her like -

"Di, where'd you get that?"

She's like "Malala (Spider-UK). It's SO CUTE right. I look all posh!"

Hobie is like "You look like a Spice Girl. You look like Scary Spice and Ginger Spice had a baby."

Diane takes a moment to assess the situation. She reads his body language. And of course she's like "I feel very complimented but your tone of voice is saying otherwise, Hobart."

Cause what do you mean??? she absolutely understood the assignment!!!

Hobie takes a moment. He loves the enthusiasm, but still, he considers a way to break it to her softly, before telling her "Yo, me and my mates be setting that flag on fire-"

"Good cause it looks fire on ME."

And.. She's not lying. So what's the problem?!?

Hobie doesn't have one. And it'll be a frigid day in hell before he tells Diane to change - for any reason, clothes or otherwise.

He asks her if she'd dead set on wearing it, and she's goes "What- do you think the skirt is too tight to dance in? I can. Don't worry, I checked."

If she's going to have a good time, that's all he cares about. And Hobie just smiles, telling her if that's the case then the outfit is bloody perfect.

Because somehow Diane finding the most perfectly coordinated outfit regardless of crowd, vibe, occasion, or time of day, seemed so entirely her.

Not faking it for him in ripped fishnets or studded clothes. Turning up in her perfect black stockings and the most painfully British outfit she could find.

And it wasn't until she pointed to him, that he understood why. "I wanted to match - you know, your pin." she says, pressing a manicured nail to his lapel. "It's my favorite one."

To him, the outfit is perfect. Funny as hell, but perfect.

"Brilliant taste you have." "Couldn't you tell from my taste in boys?"

The whole 'blending in' thing went out the window. But the outfit is a hit.

People couldn't help but notice the 6 foot girl who wore stilettos and a Union Jack to the function. A regular in the circuit, Hobie couldn't help but stay by her side - watching amused as she looked around the shitty backalley venue like it was a palace.

It was so different from the discos.

Diane couldn't help but marvel at how 'Hobie' the world seemed. "You're still the coolest thing here, though." She tells him over and over.

Hobie makes sure to keep an arm over her shoulder, not out of possessiveness, but the fact that Diane was liable to drifting off, eyes dazzled at how cool and punk and textured and rough everything seemed, how vibrant people were.

And Hobie loved it.

He wants her to love it, to enjoy herself. To smile and laugh and go on and on about how funky everything was. "But like - in a you way."

He wanted her to have a good time, but Hobie knew eventually, someone would say something.

And it came with a laugh.

"Christ, that's gotta be the funniest thing I've seen tonight." A guy wearing red liberty spikes said, and Hobie recognized him as Ned, a guitarist in some straight edge band.

And the girl at his side, Betty, grinned as she laughed along.

And Hobie wondered if he should scare them off, or give Diane a chance to bite their heads off first. Until Betty said-

"Fuck. I wish I'd thought of that."

"Huh?" Diane asked pointedly, seemingly more annoyed at the distribution of her Hobie-induced haze than anything else.

"Ain't that a giant 'fuck you' to the fascists - a black chick wearing their 'heritage' like it's the new spring collection - I'd pay to see the first skinhead that had a butchers at you," Betty said and she was a black girl herself, hair in neat boxbraids. "They'd be fucking fuming."

Diane side-eyed Hobie for a translation, and Hobie smirked, leaning in closer to her ear. "That's a good thing," he assured her, voice teeming with pride as he gave her shoulder a squeeze.

Because pissing off skinheads was very much a compliment.

Diane raised her eyebrows, because she surely couldn't tell. But, if Hobie said it, she was willing to take his word on it.

"Thank you..?" She chuckled, a hand on Hobie's arm. "Sorry, I ain't that good at speaking British. Hobie usually translates for me - Thank God he speaks American or I'd be so lost -"

"And she's American - that's fucking hilarious. No wonder she doesn't give a fuck." Ned said, grinning, pointing to her top.

And finally, Diane looked down - as if she'd just noticed what they meant.

"The flag?" She questioned, pouting her lips in confusion. "Am I supposed to give a fuck about the flag?"

"You aren't." Betty said. "That's what's so punk about it."

Her face lit up. Diane didn't speak British, but that she understood.

And she had to turn her face into Hobie's shoulder to not squeal. They said her perfect outfit was punk!

They said she was Punk!

Hobie stiffled his laughter, pulling Diane closer as he reached up to ruffle her perfectly curled hair.

Diane bit back her euphoria as she composed herself, flattered beyond belief. And to the pair in front of her, Diane said -

"Why, thank you!" mimicking a curtsey, head bowed and knees bent.

The pair burst out laughing.

And then, they did the same, playing along.

"Pleasure is ours, Your Majesty.~" Betty snickered, nudging Ned to get him to play along, and the dark-skinned boy did the same. "And to whom do we owe the honor?" he asked.

"Diane." Hobie said, squeezing her at the waist for a moment, and before she could tell them otherwise, Hobie said. "Call her Dutchess, yeah?"

Betty held back a snort. "Dutchess - She the Dutchess of Camden then?"

"Brilliant, you two." Ned said. "Leave it to Hobie to find a cheeky one."

Diane was glowing in his arms.

"The Duchess of Camden." Hobie said, a smirk coming to his lips. He adored the sound of it. "That she is. A national treasure, this one." And he believed it.

Hobie couldn't help but drink in the joy on Diane's face.

The name was so prestigious sounding - glamourous even - and Diane had no idea what the hell a Dutchess was, but she damn sure knew what royalty meant.

But nothing could compare to Hobie's words.

She pressed her hands to her cheeks, drinking in the flattery. And when she looked at Hobie her eyes were elated, dazzled to share the moment with him.

"Oh my, What a Prince Charming!" Diane laughed, wrapping her arms around Hobie. Who knew people in his universe would be just as cool, as interesting, as kind?

Who knew that not caring or thinking about British culture at all - not trying to make a statement, or say much of anything at all, could be punk? Hobie didn't.

Somehow, though, Diane managed to work miracles.

"Well, Dutchess," Ned said. "I take it you and Prince Charming here fancy a cordial invitation to the pub after this?"

Diane's jaw nearly dropped. "A Pub, like a Tavern?" And she couldn't imagine anything more British than a tavern. "Like the kind that serves pints? Just say the word and I'll call my horse-drawn carriage!"

Dutchess rode carriages, right? Who else would?

Betty shook her head, a grin on her lips. "Enjoy the show, Your Highness." she said, lacing her fingers with Ned's before weaving them back into the crowd.

For a second, Diane didn't say anything - cheeks glowing with the smile she was fighting back. Hobie wished he could make her feel that way forever.

"Well Punk royalty, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice low enough just for her to hear.

"You know," Diane said, turning to look at him, and slowly she laced her arms around his neck. "With this dimension time travel stuff - it's like you're the Punk Doctor Who, and I'm your companion, right? You know that British show, Doctor Who? The watch is like our Tardis-"

"Diane," Hobie said. "Never change."

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Hobie didn't know what this made him, but he didn't care.

He'd take Diane any place she'd follow. Any place she'd follow, he'd want her there.

Even here, on the curb of a street somewhere in London. Outside of a 24-hour Chip Shop at 3am.

Diane had followed him to 138 - and in return he'd followed her to a punk show. And then to an afterparty, and then to a pub, and then another.

And more and more people came over, to laugh and talk, to invite her into the community. And bit by her bit, her 'perfect' outfit had gained color.

A pin passed on from a friend, a patch someone would pull off their jacket, fishing for bobby pins to pin it to hers. A clover patch to match his pin, an A sprawled across the front like The Scarlet Letter.

Hobie couldn't describe the way Diane looked at him every time, the way she squeezed his hand and didn't let go. But that didn't matter. He just wanted her to do it more and more.

By stop two, she was complaining about her feet. But come 20 minutes, without fail - there she was, hanging on his sleeve. Asking him to leave so they could go someplace more her speed, 'hipper to the groove'.

And he'd always say 'Yes'. There wasn't a moment of it that he regretted.

He'd follow her anywhere, because he knew she'd do the same. And now, sitting on the curb on some random street in East London, Diane had the beginnings of her own battle jacket.

And a backpatch to match his, with her own addition:

'Punk's Not Dead.' 'He's back at my place.'

Hobie popped open the box of takeout, steam escaping as he lifted the flaps on the fish & chips. Beside him, Diane rolled her eyes in ecstasy at just the smell of it, throwing her head back in excitement.

Needless to say, Diane was plastered.

"You spoil me." she squealed leaning in closer to gaze at the sacred food that sat in Hobie's lap, her arm looped with his as the smell of fresh battered fish rose from the box.

Hobie lifted up a bit of fish, holding it out to Diane. "You ever tried this? Can't say you've been to London until you have. Like going to New York and leaving without the pizza." he smirked, eager to see her reaction - that look in her eyes.

Diane leaned forward, taking a bite of the fish without even taking it from his hand - too drunk to care.

"I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, or because I'm with you - but British food is so good." she snickered, stealing a chip from the box.

Carefully, she sniffed it.

"It has vinegar." he told her, watching as Diane nodded seriously, before pointing the chip at the box. "And that?" she asked.

"Mushy peas."

"Mushed peas?" Diane said, part bewildered, but mostly disgusted. "Mushed peas - is that what you said?"

Hobie snickered. "You ain't gotta eat them. I'll eat them if you don't want to-"

"You're gonna eat them?!" Diane demanded, jaw agape. "I was just complimenting you're national cuisine and now you're offering me pea sludge?" she laughed, almost in disbelief.

"You ain't gotta eat the pea sludge, Dutchess. Dump it in the harbor if you wanna kick off. That's what you all do, yeah?"

Now Diane's expression turned to shock. "Don't compare me to a Bostoner! As a New Yorker, I take offense to that." she said, stealing another chip. "You don't see me calling you a Birmingham-nite or whatever."

"Brummie -" Hobie corrected. "Surprised you know about them."

"I don't." Diane assured him. "I just know they exist."

Hobie grinned, taking a bite of fish, as for once - London seemed quiet around them.

No loud music. No crowd, or laughter, no anything. Just them. And Hobie realized that this was the first time they'd been alone - since that night they'd met, four months ago.

And he still felt the same as he did back then - in the alleyway behind the club, bathed in neon lights.

He had slipped into her world to find her - and now here she was, slipping in to his. And here, now, with her post-show hair, and smudged red lips, and blurred eye-liner. In her spray-painted jacket, and a hangover around the corner - he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Hobie -" Diane asked, eyes far away. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." he snickered, simply because he knew it would get her attention. Diane grinned, even despite herself, and she shoved his shoulder.

But he could tell, whatever it was - she meant it. "Anything." he said.

"Why do you.. let me follow you around?" she asked, and even to her, the words felt clumsy, clouded by nerves and 4 pints of beer.

"I mean - Why do you put up with it?" she asked, voice barely at whisper. And for the first time, it was like she couldn't look at him. And yet he couldn't look away.

"With what everyone says. I mean - I know that you hear it. And..I'm not subtle about it. But you never complain. Or tell me to go away. I guess at a certain point, a part of me thought that maybe you just...didn't want to hurt my feelings, I guess."

Diane said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

"But then, you invited me here. And you've been so kind to me all night. Even though I'm just some chick who shows up to your shows. And, I don't know how to thank you, or why you do it." she said, voice barely a whisper.

"Because I know that you care. Cause I can tell you do." Hobie said. "And I can tell you don't want nothing of me. You aren't asking me for romance or anything. We can just be together. Wherever. And that's enough. More than enough." Hobie said, and to him, the answer came easy. Now that it was her who was asking.

And maybe that was it. "We're enough for each other."

And she was more than enough for him. More than enough for him to watch to keep her around, and then some.

Diane's expression softened, the lump in her throat growing. "Thank you," she said. "For never making me feel like I was annoying. Or like I wasn't worth your time."

For making her feel like she was enough, always.

"You are worth my time, Daiquiri." Hobie said, and he reached up to brush a stray curl from Diane's face. "Don't want you to ever think otherwise. I don't know why you do it - what I did to deserve it.

But it doesn't matter. I ain't letting you get rid of me now."

Beside him, Diane grinned, hanging her head in bashfulness.

"I'd kiss your cheek right now, if I didn't smell of fish and vinegar right now." she told him, and instead, so instead she pressed a kiss to her fingers, before smooshing it in his face.

Hobie snorted, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. Pressing kisses to her forehead, even as she faked a grimace. Because he didn't care about fish or vinegar or anything else. Just her.

Diane laughed, shoving away from him just as Hobie asked "And what about you?"

"What about me?" "Why do you do it?" he asked. "I mean, could have any bloke on any Earth. But you choose me."

And he would never understand it, but he would always be grateful.

For a moment, Diane had to think about it - and Hobie wondered if she ever questioned it herself. Or if she just did what made her happy, and worried about any bridge when she came to it.

Diane shrugged a bit, stealing another chip as she thought, eyes lidded and voice quiet under the haze of alcohol.

"I dunno. You make me feel safe, I guess." She said, and maybe it was that simple. Because saying it felt right.

"I don't have to worry - about you laughing at me, or judging me, slutshaming me. You don't think I'm stupid, or annoying. I mean, you let me wear this outfit, you made me feel good about it. So I trust you."

Because she could tell he cared too.

Hobie grinned, leaning forward to brush his nose against hers, their own form of kiss. "And that's enough for you to treat me as good as you do?"

"I mean, we met when I was shitfaced drunk." Diane said, well aware she was probably shitfaced right now. "In a club, basically throwing myself at you - and you somehow got me home and into bed." And she snickered at the memory alone. "You even put my bonnet on me."

"You were there the first time I saw the Sun. Or a sunset. I guess I feel like if you're there, it'll be okay. Or like, super far out - groovy, psychedelic, absolutely dynamite!"

She laughed. "Like tonight. Thanks for tonight, Hobie."

"Anything for you, Dutchess." he told her.

"Look at you, treating me like Queen Eliza." "Elizabeth." "Does it matter?"

Did it matter what they were?

"Not at all."

Because they were enough.

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"Are you actually going to eat the pea sludge?" "What, is that a crime, your highness?" "No, but it should be."

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Hobie will keep Diane ignorant about British culture, if it's the last thing he does. He finds it really, really funny.

And that's the story of how Diane got her punk jacket, why Hobie calls her 'Dutchess', and why they stick with each other through everything. UUHHHH N-E-WAY I think this might be like my first DiscoPunk fic holymotherof!!!!! I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM. Let your OCs be loved. If you read this far thank you so much! It genuinely means a lot, so thank you for your time! In an act of gratitude here is Hobie

(thats them im gonna go cry)

#Diane: British people are so silly and funny look at me I'm Bri'ish #Pavi: look at I I'm Bri'ish I like stealing other countries artifacts #I LOVE NON-CONVENTIONAL RELATIONSHIPS #MY BABIES MY BABIES #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #NOT proofread but full of LOVE #spidersonas #spidersona #hobie x oc #hobie brown x oc #oc art #my ocs

[oluka]

Thoughts on Invincible Iron Man #8 and #9

When I read Invincible Iron Man #8, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A reference to Iron Man #182, in my Iron Man comics? More likely than I thought. The fact that the reference was tasteful and also showcased Duggan’s understanding of Tony’s character was the icing on the cake. To sum up the scene: Tony just got hurt very badly by two Stark Sentinels and is half conscious. He reaches out and asks Emma for help. She gets into his mindscape, which we discover is a snowy alley full with empty bottles and sad tags on the walls.

“No way out, safe, hope”. This is the melodrama I want to see in my Iron Man comics. I also loved that Emma didn’t dismiss Tony’s trauma: “It’s real, but it’s not what’s happening right now.” She helps him get out of this flashback/mindspace, and the fight goes on.

There’s this beautiful panel where Tony surrenders his suit to save Emma:

Look at it!! Look at the colours! Look at the lines! The motion!

Anyways. Tony manages to get Emma away from the fight, taunts Feilong to kill him. Then in issue #9, he refuses Steve’s help when he arrives (because he needs to be alone and he wants to protect his friends) and then he meets up with Emma in the sewers, runs back to his workshop to make her a ring to conceal her from Orchis, and comes back to her. He also bandages his own injuries.

He gets down to the sewers again, and gets into an argument with Emma about his and her actions (or lack thereof) against Orchis/Feilong. And then…

Tony has a panic attack. Which I think is the first time, ever, we see this happening explicitly in an Iron Man comic (I’m happy to be proved wrong). He has a panic attack because everything is going to hell and Rhodey is getting hurt in prison and Feilong is trying to kill Rhodey and Tony. Tony is hurting, physically and mentally, and Duggan does not shy away from showing that. I think that Frigeri made an excellent job in drawing Tony so angry and literally foaming at the mouth: he’s not doing well, his emotions are all over the place. He cries (!!) and asks for help, again. I’m really surprised that Tony asks for help twice in as many issues. Is it because he trusts Emma to calm his mind? Is it easier for him to ask her instead of his friends because it’s less personal? Or is he so desperate that there is no other way? I don’t know. Regardless, it’s interesting.

This time, Emma brings him to his happy place:

His happy place, his “idealistic self-image”, is him surrounded by the Iron Man armours. Emma’s comment about there being less unsavoury people and “tramps” than she’d expected pleased my vindicative heart. But more importantly: last issue, we got to see Tony’s worst mindscape, where he falls into when everything is going to hell and he’s dying. And it was him, alone, in the snow, surrounded by his biggest weakness and fear: alcoholism. In this issue, we see his happy place, which is essentially: Iron Man. What Tony loves most about himself is Iron Man, what he hates most is his alcoholism. AAAAAAAA. This is such quintessential Tony. It’s him. I think I haven’t seen such a good characterization in Iron Man comics in a decade. I still barely believe it.

The following panels set up Tony and Emma’s alliance for the upcoming comics. Judging from the solicits for IIM 12 and 13, they’re going to be a team for at least until those issues, and maybe further.

Emma’s ruthlessness and Tony’s genius can make for a deadly combo. They’re not playing around. I hope we will see them shine together. I can’t wait for them to give Feilong and Orchis what they deserve. Also, note the way they phrase their alliance: “To their deaths.” Add to that the way they are framed, both dressed sharply and facing each other like that, and my mind immediately made the connection to wedding vows: “Until death do us part”. Am I reading too much into it, or was this intentional from Duggan and Frigeri? Maybe future wil tell.

To end this long post, here are unrelated thoughts:

1. I love the current trend of Avengers actively helping Mutants fight against Orchis. We have Tony, of course, but also Steve who reformed the Uncanny Avengers to fight against Orchis; Thor just saved a mutant in Immortal Thor #1, we’ve had mentions of Vision, Reed and T’Challa helping on the information side… It’s great. Between AXE Judgment Day and Fall of X, it seems that Marvel writers/editorial have decided to stop pitting the X-men and Avengers against each other. Let’s hope it stays that way. Avengers help everyone, and it’s nice to finally see it even in x-men books. Also, it gives us awesome panels:

2. Tony is his own nemesis confirmed. Thank you, Duggan.

And that’s it! If you’ve read this far, consider telling me in comments or tags what you thought. I might start doing posts like this for every Iron Man comic week.

#tony stark #Invincible Iron Man (2022) #emma frost #iron man #wednesday spoilers #long post

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Big Healer, Little Nurse

Every so often I remember I made this to be a writing blog. I made this to fit a prompt of "incompetent rescuer", which is one of my favorite tropes. When they WANT to be better but can't and know this will have consequences?

Anyway, this might have a part 2 bc I can't keep anything short.

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He was big, her healer.

It scared people, his size. They were used to healers being meek women, driven to healing magic to save their children or to make some money on the side to support their homes. No one expected a man over 2 meters tall to have such a gentle way with healing wounds and calming pains.

Joan herself had been rescued by him two years prior. She didn't remember much about her previous life - and what she did was painful and scary to recall. She had been found in the wood, half frozen to death, body full of bruises. Thaddeus had nursed her back to health painfully slow. Back then she felt like she would never fully come back, but he never gave up on her.

Once she was better, she made herself useful, hoping that would mean she got to stay. She cleaned and organized his chaotic home and office. He had been surprised, as if he didn't expect someone to notice he had a hard time with his own messy habits, let alone help him with it. She cooked and took food for him when he was out on house calls because he often forgot to eat. She stood by him and helped with his tools and ingredients when he needed.

So he let her stay. He taught her what he could, but she really had no way with magic. She learned about human medicine, about how a body works and what it needs to be balanced and healthy.

Two years from the day he found her in the woods to the day she found him.

He had been travelling to the next village over the entire week, leaving her in charge of their own village. After making the usual rounds making sure no one was in need of help, she had gone to the woods to gather herbs. That was when she saw him, lying face down on the road. She didn't need to see his face to know. He looked like a mountain had just fallen over.

Joan rushed to his side, calling his name, turning him over to his back. His tanned skin was pale, his lips bluish, a low gurgling coming up from his throat each time he breathed. Little droplets of foam were hanging from the sides of his mouth. She tapped his face, trying to get him to rouse. When he didn't, she undid the ties on his shirt, exposing the top part of his chest and rubbing his sternum. Still nothing.

She opened his mouth. A foul smell came out and his gums were clearly discolored. He had been poisoned. He was probably on his way to this wood, where a lot of antidotes grew. Why would anyone do such a thing to him? He had never done anything but help...

Worried about his bluish lips, she touched her mouth to his and sent a few breaths of air down his throat. He coughed and gagged and she pulled away, moving his head to the side so the foam and saliva could drain out.

"Tad..." She called, rubbing his chest again. "What's the poison? I can't administer the antidote if I don't know..."

His eyes fluttered, but didn't open, only the whites showing inside. She opened one eyelid, and saw his pupils still react to the sunlight above. Good.

She pushed her fingers against his carotid to feel for his pulse. It was weak and erratic, a terrible combination.

Joan took a deep breath. She couldn't do anything in the middle of the road. She had to bring him home, to their tools and their medicine. But leaving to get someone seemed impossible. He couldn't be left alone in this state. She had to do it herself.

Bracing, she pushed his shoulder upward to sit him down. Even this effort got her sweating. He was out cold, his head lolling back. There was no way she was going to be able to lift him over the shoulder like he had taught her to do with someone larger than her.

"You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay."

She told herself even if her eyes were filling up with tears. She got up and held him under his armpits, starting to drag him back through the road. His troubled breathing was a constant in her ears as she sweated and sweated under the sun to pull him centimeter by gods damned centimeter.

Joan hadn't even gotten halfway home when he gagged, heaving. Foam had consistently been dripping through his mouth thorough the process, but it had stopped now. Moaning in distress, Joan placed him down again and kneeled at his back, holding him around the waist. She needed to clear his lungs or he wouldn't make it to the house.

Remembering his strong hands showing her the placement, she found the spot just above his belly button to push upwards. Nothing came out the first few tries, her arms too puny to make enough pressure. But on the third try, a spurt of foam came out and Thaddeus gasped, his entire body shaking. He was warm now and she suspected it wasn't the sun above.

Joan helped him breathe a couple more times since they had stopped. He looked like death now, his pallor growing lighter and lighter and his lips bluer.

"We're almost there." She assured him (or herself) before closing her arms around him and starting to pull him back to their cottage again.

But his breathing didn't get better and neither did his shaking. Eventually, he started gasping loudly, no sound of air coming out. They were only about twenty steps from the house, but her arms gave out as she put him down on the dirt floor.

"Please, breathe." She begged, pressing more air down his throat. His chest lifted but needed help falling. She had to press on it for the air to come rushing out, along with more viscous saliva and darkened foam. "That's not good."

The noise kept coming from his throat, not matter her efforts. She was about to keep breathing for him when she had half a mind to look for his pulse again.

"But they were breathing," she remembered saying after a particuarly bad night where they had lost a patient.

"No. Their body was trying to breathe, but the air wasn't sticking to the lungs." Tad had said, shaking his head.

No beat pressed against her fingers. She pressed harder and harder, sure she was wrong. He was just big, maybe his heart was taking longer. She laid her head on his chest. Nothing.

"No, no, no!"

She put her hands to his chest and started pressing down. Her arms were already shaking from dragging him there and almost buckled when she pushed down not nearly enough. She wiped the sweat off of her forehead and tried again. Each time, she got a little further, but she knew it wasn't enough.

"Damn it, Tad!" She straddled him. That made it easier, but not less challenging. She either didn't press hard enough or kept the wrong rhythm. Tears were streaming down her face as she gave it her all. This couldn't happen, not like this.

She stopped at 30 like had instructed and delivered a trio of breaths. Agonal sounds escaped him as she pushed his chest so the air could escape. Taking advantage of her position, she laid his head to the side and pushed on his abdomen, trying to clear his lungs. The popping of bubbles in the foam would haunt her dreams and the stench of the dark liquid would never allow her to feel clean again.

Another cycle. Another failure to keep the minimum. She couldn't keep this for long. She used to let him do this, they only traded placed on in a while in very long resuscitations... she really should have been better at this.

She had lost track of how many cycles she had done when he gasped again. Her hand went to his neck. His heartrate was too fast, but was there. That was all she needed. A chance.

Joan rushed into the cottage, grabbing all of the antidote shelf. She had had time to catalog his symptoms enough to have an idea of what this could be. The bad smell, affecting the lungs, the darkening of his saliva... Running to him again, she opened his mouth and rubbed a couple of leaves of ancient berry bush in his gums as he gasped and heaved. She delivered a few more breaths to him. The antidote wasn't a quick one, but it would work. She just needed time.

Since his heart was still unwell, she tried her hand at pacing him again, pushing his chest another two rounds of half assed compressions. As her arms shook with exhaustion and she herself felt a pang in her own chest, she gave up. She was probably doing more harm than good.

The smell in his mouth was better, but foam kept coming up, his lungs probably too overtaken.

Still straddling him, she crushed the antidote eaves until they let out their goop and dilluted it in salline. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She couldn't miss and she couldn't hold back. This could be his only chance of making the next hour.

So she touched his chest, looking for the right placenent, took a deep breath and insirted the syringe right into this heart, releasing the liquid directly in there before pulling the syringe out.

Joan took the last of her strenght to give a few compressions more to get the antidote running. She rolled off of him, lying on the dirt. He was still gasping, still shaking from his fever, but she could feel his heartbeat on his wrist when she held it between her fingers.

5 seconds and she would drag him inside and wait for him to recover. Just... 5 more seconds.

#resus story #resus