#when you realize your family fucked you up and getting better isn't as easy as running away

[keydekyie]

get cherished, idiot

#I've had a cough for two weeks and I'm trying to medicate with fluff now #we'll see if it works lmao #g/t #g/t fluff #sfw g/t #Ruyak working thru some issues in book iii and iv #when you realize your family fucked you up and getting better isn't as easy as running away #and yeah sure it's not your fault they drew first blood and made you bite. but you're still the one doing the biting now #literally and figuratively #smooches don't heal everything but they certainly help #grace makes art #tmatb #tmatb iii #tmatb iv #not biting Kaelin mind you he's biting other Kanai #well Kaelin gets bitten a little but that's different 😳 #why are you still in the tags reading this? go on get shoo

[starkeyisthelastname]

stepdad rafe with a corruption kink

Reader is 18* 🎀

He wanted you from the moment he met you. You were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, greeting him in the tiniest skirt and cropped pink tank top. You hugged him tightly, bouncy tits rubbing against his chest. You smelled fucking good, like vanilla and had glitter all over your curvy body. Your ass way too fat to be wearing that skirt. He was going to ruin you.

Rafe wasn’t one for family time, much rather being doing something else. You had then asked him if he was going to watch a movie with you and your mom. He couldn’t say no to those eyes, now finding himself watching some stupid rom-dom. Your mother had long fell asleep, leaving you snuggled up to him without realizing.

Rafe had been scrolling through his phone when he felt your head tuck into bicep with a shy giggle. He looked at the tv screen on impulse, seeing that there was a sex scene. A mediocre, PG-13 one at that. He looked back down at you, snorting at the fact you were hiding from this. He was definitely curious.

“What are you hiding for, kid?” Rafe scoffed.

You blushed, looking at the screen again before looking back up into blue eyes. “That’s naughty.. Rafey.” You whispered, innocently.

Rafe felt his cock twitch as he looked down at your beautiful face. He laughed quietly, glancing over at your wine-drunk sleeping mother and then back to you. “That’s not naughty princess. When I was your age, I was doing real naughty shit.” He told you as if he was that much older than you.

Like the curious girl you were, you wondered what he meant by naughty things. Your heavy tits brushed against his arm as you turned your body towards him. “Like what?”

His chuckle sounded low and dark, his hot breath tickling your ear as he leaned in. “You don't wanna know, baby doll.” He whispered, biting your ear lobe before pulling back with a smirk.

It wasn’t but a few nights later that Rafe, had just got in bed, hand on his cock to jerk when he heard a faint knock on the door. His wife was out of town, meaning that the only person in the house was you. Slowly walking in, you noticed your step-dad wearing only a pair of boxers, the blankets pulled back.

“What are you doing in here, kid?” He asked, reaching over to turn the lamp on. “Isn't it time for you to be in bed or some shit?” His hand still on the bulge of his underwear.

You rocked back and forth on your heels, biting your lower lip as you hesitated. “I'm scared to sleep in my room tonight.” You told him, chin wobbling.

Rafe laughed, one arm coming to rest behind his head. “You are 19, and you have no problem sleeping in that room when your mom’s here.” He told you, cock hardening more as he glanced over your tight little body.

You sighed, looking down at your pedicured toes. “Can I just sleep in here, please?” You asked, voice quiet as you waited for a reply.

“Get over here.” His tone was annoyed as he moved over to the other side, leaving you his spot. You climbed into the huge bed, smiling contently as you felt better now. He let you pick something to watch, as he tried to decide if he wanted to go to the bathroom to rub one out. That wouldn't be as fun though as ruining your little self in the same bed he shared with your mother.

“You know it's too bad you are scared, acting innocent and shit. Good girls like you don’t need to be told naughty things.” He said, making you turn your attention away from the tv.

You had forgotten all about that, now curious all over again as you wanted to know. You frowned, looking at him as you crossed your arms. “But, Rafey.. I really want to know.” You begged him, bouncing on your knees.

“You wanna know, huh?” He asked amused as he watched you rapidly nodded your head. “I’ll do anything. I want to learn from you Rafey!” You pleaded back.

Rafe could have sworn he nutted right then by hearing you say those words. You made this too fucking easy to corrupt your sweet self.

“Well if you wanna sleep in my bed, you are gonna earn a spot. Yeah? Gotta teach you some respect first and then you are gonna learn to take big dick in all your holes.” He told you, giving your jaw a nudge.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #step!dad rafe #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #rafe concepts #rafe coded #rafe core #smut #rafe smut #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #obx smut #obx

[ohbo-ohno]

hey hey heyyy saw this and thought of youuu

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT83xLH3c/

(completely sfw don't worry) but like, Imagine for one reason or another you desperately need to get married (maybe to qualify for your medieval grandpa's will) but no one wants you for whatever reason so you promptly go down to the gallows where this murderous ex Soldier was to be executed and you are just "he'll do" not aware that he comes as a package deal with his partner who didn't get caught 👀

are you. are you joking. oh my god

thinking about a woman who's got a terrible home life. i feel like either her parents want to marry her off to some guy who's like 80 or they treat her like a workhorse and are super abusive

and to her, quite literally Anything is better than the life she's stuck in. and for a woman in this time period the only real way to escape is to get married. and since no one will marry her (she's poor and everyone knows how her family is).... well there's really only one choice

she definitely proposes to soap, not ghost. the man getting dragged to the gallows is perfectly at ease - shoulders rolled back, easy smile on his lips, you would never think he's being led to his death. there's something in his over all demeanor that makes it almost easy to jump from the crowd and shout a proposal

he's excited, almost ferally so. he grabs your wrist and holds tight, doesn't let you get even a full armlength away from him. that's when you start to think maybe this was a mistake, but it's far too late now. he's also weirdly insistent about the two of you going to a very specific room in a very specific hotel (or whatever they used to be called)

you get a bit more scared every second that goes by, but you're well aware what a man expects on his wedding night - you grew up on a farm, you know how animals mate. it's scary, of course, but you know you'll have to bear it

except when you get to the room, he doesn't try and take you. you know he wants to - there's a tent in his pants that makes your face flame - and he keeps you flush against him. he sits at the table? you're in his lap. you try to go to the bathroom? he stays so close to you that you decide it's not worth the potential humiliation.

he talks your ear off the whole time - tells you how pretty you are, goes into frankly excessive detail about what he likes about every single part of you, tells you how he wants to "stuff you full", says things like "'m not so bad, kitty, know ye must be scared but i'll take care of ye, don't worry" and "just wait til he gets here, then we can get started" and no matter how much you ask who he is he refuses to tell you

he has his mouth pressed against you throat (switching between licking, biting, and talking about how he can't wait to see what's under your skirts) when the door opens, and you realize that you've truly made a mistake

the new man who walks in has to duck beneath the door frame, he's so massive. had he been the one walking to the gallows, you never, ever would have proposed. he's got to be twice the size of you, his face covered, the rest of him filthy and covered in dirt

(((if i had the energy i'd write dialogue here, but anon i am sleepy)))

soap would be soooooooo happy to present you to ghost, is literally drooling and beaming as he grabs you by the hips and hooks his chin over your shoulder, big hands stroking across your stomach and skirts as he says isn't she so pretty?

anyways. you're getting railed that night. hope you like being on the run with two criminals who have absolutely no intention of crossing over to the light side!!

(ghost fucks you first, bc soap needs to learn to be patient with his new toy, but he lets you suck his cock while he waits for his turn. when soap fucks you next, you're laying on ghost's stomach and he wipes away your pretty tears as johnny does his best to break your back. the next day johnny laughs when you're walking with a small limp, and ghost makes him apologize with his tongue <3)

#side note with old weird laws: #there's definitely smth you could do with that old rule that pregnant women didn't get executed #asks and answers #ghoap x reader #bo writes

[half-oz-eddie]

Billy wears sunglasses everywhere he goes. Forged some bullshit medical note so he can keep his glasses on in class.

There's nothing wrong, not medically at least. Maybe supernaturally.

Anytime Billy makes eye contact with someone, they instantly fall in love with him.

There were very few limitations. Family members, and anyone more than 4 years older than Billy was immune, but no one else was safe.

He realized he had this "ability", or whatever the hell one would call it, when he was 13. It worked on nearly everyone, but after awhile, using his charm to his advantage wasn't fun. No one wanted to be his friend. Everyone just wanted him to themselves, and sometimes they'd go mad trying to pursue him. He couldn’t let his guard down around anyone.

That's why his family moved to Hawkins in the first place. A jilted girl tried to burn their house down while they were all inside sleeping.

He sat in science class, hardly paying attention, when a tardy student walked in.

It was that King Steve guy everyone had been talking about.

Silky hair, sandalwood smelling, Farrah Fawcett hairspray using son of a bitch Steve Harrington.

Billy hated him, and just as much as he hated him, he wanted him.

He decided he'd make things easy for himself when the teacher paired them up for a project.

He lifted up his glasses, waiting for Steve to look up from his worksheet and make eye contact with him.

Their eyes locked, and Steve's eyes widened. Billy smirked knowingly, expecting that his ability was working.

Steve narrowed his eyes, slightly leaning forward. "Your eyes are really blue, wow." He mentioned, returning to his worksheet. "So d'you wanna finish this up at my house? Or should we go to yours?"

What the fuck? Why wasn't it working? Was it because Billy wanted Steve to fall in love with him? Was that it?

Billy was disappointed. This ability was just as useless as useless could be. What's the point of winning people over, if it isn't anyone he wants?

"Hello? Billy?"

Billy snapped out of his thoughts and nodded at Steve. "Yeah, whatever, let's go to your house."

Billy brought Max home and drove to Steve's house to work on their project.

Billy was determined to use his ability on Steve. Maybe it just didn't work that time. Maybe he needed to try again.

He parked out front, took off his glasses and rang the doorbell.

Steve answered and they briefly made eye contact. Still nothing. Steve invited Billy inside and Billy put his sunglasses back on.

"How come you have to wear those glasses all the time?" Steve asked, offering Billy a beer.

"It's a uh...medical condition."

"Is that why your eyes are so blue like that? You have some kind of light sensitivity thing?"

"Yeah. Something like that."

"So it's like...photosynthesis or something? But in your eyes?"

Billy's face fell flat. Maybe it didn't work because Steve's stupid.

And yet, Stupid, Silky haired, Sandalwood Smelling Steve was all Billy wanted. So he took the glasses off again, and Steve looked into Billy's eyes once more.

"They're so blue and...sparkly. It's pretty. I could look into them all day."

Billy's face flushed a furious red. How could he flirt with him so effortlessly?

He pointedly turned away, trying to conceal his blush.

Steve smiled cheekily. "What? Was it something I said?"

"Yeah, it was! I can't believe you fuckin' said that."

"You're blushing." Steve teased. "You're really beautiful, you know. I've never met anyone like you."

Or...maybe it did work. Did it?

"Y-yeah?" Billy faltered. "S-so what?"

"So...you wanna...hang out before we do the project? Maybe grab dinner?"

"What, are you like...in love with me or something?" Billy half joked, really he was trying to see if his ability was working, just not instantaneously like it usually does.

Steve laughed. "I just wanna get to know you. But who knows what the future could hold?"

Billy smiled. He liked this much better than deep diving into a sudden and obsessive love.

Maybe Steve wasn't so stupid. Maybe he was able to see beyond Billy's eyes.

Or maybe...Steve has some sort of ability of his own...

#useless abilities AU #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #ivy.doc

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Damian has been in the family for a while he has made his peace with Drake understood that no matter what he has a place but he still can't understand the dynamics. Maybe it isn't exactly the most intelligent choice to track down Todd and ask but he figured it was the best option.

Sitting on Todd's couch in the middle of crime alley eating a dish he can only vaguely remember his mother making he isn't exactly regretting it yet.

"So let me get this straight bat brat, you don't get how people work so you came to me?" Todd's confusion isn't exactly surprising but it is unhelpful to his plight.

"No I understand people, well when I have to I do not understand the bats." He at the moment can't bring himself to actually act with the dignity his mother expects of him another way Gotham had corrupted him.

-

Jason can't say he expected to feed and be interrogated by the demon brat he just wanted to relax but this isn't exactly a surprise now that the kid has chilled out he was almost waiting for it.

"You want me to give you a cheat sheet to how our family actually works becusse you are now realizing that Talia didn't understand shit and it fucked you?"

He can't keep the pure joy out of his voice knowing that he is actually gonna get to knock the kid down a peg after today.

"Not in those words Todd but I understand you have a perspective that I may lack."

God demon looks pissed below the joy he understand that this is actually important and he needs to explain this well knowing this could make or break the already pretty fucked up kid.

"Alright listen and don't fucking interrupt me save your questions and bitchness for the end do I make myself clear."

Holding the kids eyes he sees the kid is actually paying attention as he nods maybe Dickie really did find out the secrets housebreaking who knows.

"Ok let's start with me and I'm gonna be sappy for ten seconds and if you ever repeat this I will shoot you and put you in another duffle bag ok, ok good. I'm your brother I love you would kill for you that whole bullshit. I'm also Dick's, and Tim's brother, on days I don't want to kill the old man I'm his son."

God he's gonna need a smoke after this bullshit fuck he sees the kid is nodding good he hasn't lost him.

"Now Dick is my older brother he's not yours you can lie to yourself all you fucking want but he's your dad teaching you how to be a real boy and all that shit."

He sees an embarrassed flush and the start of protests but he's not dealing with it that bullshit the kid can work on in his own time.

" You wanted it your gonna fucking hear it, now Tim-Tam the sleep deprived idiot is a bit more complicated."

He takes a breath trying to put into words what he wants to say.

"Why is Drake complicated wouldn't he be somewhat easy" the confusion isn't a good sign maybe it is better the kid came so he can restrain him if he has too.

"Tim is the best of us alright, he's someone I want to protect I love him truly even if he's an annoying little shit. Now listen Tim is a lot like you when it comes to Dick crossing the line between Dad and Brother. Tim will always side with Dick that's his Robin and Tim is Dick's. You can't be a jealous little shit here because I don't even fully understand them."

"Bruce isn't Tim"s dad at least on his end Dick is, Bruce loves Tim but no one can ever replace Dickie just like you which is honestly half the reason you hated the kid."

-

Damian is now regretting this conversation he thought this would be simple once again he has somewhat lost his mind since coming to Gotham.

Yet he knows Todd's right that the way Grayson looks at Drake is the same look he gets and the same part of him who loves his animals and loves Richard feels guilty because he knew. He just didn't want to admit it.

"Why I don't understand why is Timothy so different to any of us even you, both of us tried to kill him yet he seems to matter so much"

frustration is leaking through but this is what he wanted to know why Drake is so important even to him why, what is so special about him.

Todd is hesitating but slowly steeling himself Damian cant help but to copy him knowing whatever comes out isn't gonna be easy it's gonna hurt but he asked didn't he.

"Tim was the first, the one to really unlock Dick not being well a dick he knows parts of all of us, secretswhatever, the shit that matters. Bruce, Dick, me even you, we don't run shit ok Wayne Entetprises, plans Tim does. Dick and Tim are the glue holding us together without them we would be fucked you know that."

"That's what's so special about him everything we do Tim has a part of he's genuinely irreplaceable and it bothers the fuck out of both of us."

Damian can't breathe he just runs words he never wanted admitted are stabbing through his mind he doesn't stop until somehow he ends up in his bed at the manor he just hides pushing it down the real reason he tried to kill his brother the fact that he almost broke the family he just hides he shouldn't have asked.

Maybe Richard was right being naive was a gift and now he can't go back.

#batfamily #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #this is so not flushed out this is a mess #bruce wayne #tim drake #batfam #ehhh it's something

[meguvmii]

I still want you.

Chapter 3

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

Falling in love with the Satoru Gojou wasn’t an easy task. You truly love him but will this come to an end?

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating gojo.

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader

Notes: the tag-list is open if you'd like to be mentioned everytime i update just send me a message.

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You woke up to the feeling of the bed empty. Satoru was no where to be seen. A sigh escaped your lips as you thought about yesterday's events, mentally slapping yourself as you got up from bed. You checked your phone and found a message from Toji.

Toji: 'Goodmorning, i hope you slept well :)'

Y/n: 'Goodmorning to you as well and I did thank you!'

You hadn't realized you were smiling when you woke up to a simple text message. There were no morning messages left by Satoru. Today was the last day of staying at the hotel after that you had plans to drop off your son with your mother because you hated seeing your mother live alone in a huge house without anyone. Sumire loved his grandma so much, sometimes you thought he loved her more than you. You quickly realized that you had a night gown on, not being to recall anything that happened yesterday you assumed nothing special happened. You still vividly remember how devastated your mother was when she found out her husband had cheated. She barely even ate and always stayed at bed. Despite you being 16 at the time you had to go out and work a few hours and maintain your mother. You truly did hate seeing her like that. Always staying with her all the time.

There was even one time where she was so depressed she never once left her room. You had to physically help her up and shower her. Getting cheated on after more than 16 years of marriage had affected your mother horribly. Your mother had talked about the cheating with you. Your father had fallen out of love and always left your mother confused and doleful. He cheated on her with one of his co workers at work. Still remembering the days where your parents would fight and send you to go get something at the store while they tried and resolved their arguments.

You slowly started to realize that maybe what happened to your mother was happening to you. Satoru had always left you confused. Before you could reach any conclusions you felt a pair of tiny hands hug your stomach.

"Goodmorning my love, did you sleep well?" You asked while seeing Sumire's cute little face light up.

"Mommy where's daddy?" His blue eyes sparkled at the mention of his father. Sumire always said he wanted to be like Satoru when he grew up. A well known business man and have a beautiful wife.

"He's busy honey. How about we go out just me and you?" You said ruffling his beautiful hair. His face was immediately joyful, smiling he nodded his head before hugging you tighter than before. You were glad that you had him. Sumire is the source of your greatest joy and happiness. He is your pride and joy, and the reason you strive to be a better person every day. His innocence and curiosity never fail to put a smile on your face, and you're so grateful for him. 

"Go fetch some clothes so I can change you." Sumire ran toward his room with a smile on his face. Sighing, you let Satoru know you were leaving soon. You would've preferred that he was with you to spend time with your son.

The only thing stopping you from leaving Satoru was the desire for Sumire to grow up and have a family of his own. In spite of everything, you'll always be with Satoru because he's the father of your son. Even if you hate each other, you'll still fight for this marriage no matter what. You felt your hands cold for some reason, you didn't know, but you felt tears running down your cheeks and you began to cry. Fuck this marriage was slowly killing you. Your heart was breaking in pieces remembering that Satoru isn't even here. He said he was going to be with you all day but look at him, he's gone.

As your hand reached over your chest, you looked down. There was nothing you hated more than this feeling. Sobbing quietly, you waited for Sumire to finish changing. Your marriage was slowly crumbling, even though you tried your best to prevent it from ending, you simply couldn't. This hurt you so much that you despised this feeling. You did love Satoru, so much that your willing to do anything for this marriage to work out. You loved Satoru more than he loved you that's for sure. You missed when you both used to sneak out to see eachother because you couldn't even go one day without seeing one another, or when it used to snow and you made snow angels with Satoru for the first time. That was the first time you fell in love with him.

It's always been your thing, dumb snow angels. Whenever you said you've never seen snow before, he would try and get an excuse to skip class and sneak you out to play with the snow. His eyes glistened when he first saw you smiling at him, or the way his heart felt like it was healing when he was with you. Whatever he was going through would always disappear when he was with you. For him, you were all he had to keep on living.

“You're so beautiful" was the words he said that day and you would give anything to go back to that day. His gentle and kind demeanor drew you in, and soon found yourself falling in love with him. You would spend hours talking and laughing together, and you felt like you could tell him anything. He was the kind of person that made you want to be a better person, and you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

As you both recall, that was the first time you confessed your feelings to one another. On that day, he stole your first kiss. Satoru was and is everything to you. Did he care the same for you as you did for him? The two of you stood at the beach at night staring at eachother as you talked about how you felt about each other. He had written a small note to you with everything he liked about you on it. Like the way you would giggle to most of his cheesy pick-up lines or how you would hold his hand whenever you didn't feel safe because he was your comfort person.

Now you had nobody.

You were alone and most of your friends were too busy to stay over and talk about life. You felt like you were slowly dying. You just wanted to feel loved once again, the feeling of having someone with you whenever your feeling down. Now you have no one. There's no one you can call or text, except Toji of course. Quickly wiping your tears you decided to get up the bed but to your demise you immediately fell down onto the floor. Your legs felt like jello, not feeling an ounce of strength. You felt useless but with a loud thud you once again tried getting up before seeing Sumire in the corner of your eyes running towards you. He had a face of concern plastered all over his expression.

"Mommy?" Sumire kneeled with you. Seeing your sons concerned face you began to feel more tears fall. You didn't want your son to see you like this anymore. "Im okay sweetie" you said slowly standing up your muscles felt sore.

You had absolutely zero energy to do anything but you already promise Sumire you were going out with him. You felt pain in your chest, trying your best to breath you started panicking. Not knowing what to do you felt your chest feeling heavier by the second. "S-Sumire get my phone quick," you said in between painful groans. We're you about to pass out? Shaking intensely you tried to recompose your breath. Your son began to look for your phone. Finding it on top of the furniture he quickly grabbed it before giving it to you. Trying your best to take a deep breath, you felt yourself slowly loosing conscious.

"Siri, call Toji Zen'in!" you cried out before feeling yourself loose conscious.

Last thing you remember was hearing your son cry out.

You could feel someone carrying you. You knew that this marriage was killing you. You've never felt this way before. Despite everything Satoru was so bad for your health. You couldn't believe it but you passed out with the amount of crying and feeling your heart slowly break. The whole time you were unconscious you just remembered all the amazing memories you made with Satoru. Remembering how his face lit up when he saw you were okay and a newborn baby was right by your side, or how he was so worried about you when you were having complications with birth. Smiling he was the one who decided to name Sumire.

After all he knew every single detail about you. Remembering when Sumire first took his baby steps or when he first said mommy which made you so happy. When Satoru decided to propose randomly one day when you were eating Chinese takeout. Forcing you to take the left fortune cookie, opening it and seeing the shocked expression you had plastered on your face, or how you were so happy when you both finally moved in and took care of Sumire together.

Your wedding was absolutely beautiful, small but beautiful. You both agreed to have a small marriage at the beach with only friends and family members. Seeing Sumire crawl to you and him on the altar with the wedding rings strapped on his tiny hand. Seeing your mom play with Sumire the entire wedding day, or your most favorite memory was seeing Satoru cry when he first saw you with the wedding dress on. He had told you that you were the most beautiful woman he's ever layed eyes on. The way he tried convincing you he wasn't crying at the altar despite the tears running down his cheek and his glossy eyes.

Doing all the wedding activities and seeing how everyone was in awe when they saw you and Satoru participate at the games. Not to mention how your mother cried when she saw you and Gojo dancing the slow dance together. The way his eyes didn't leave you at all the entire day he was glued onto you basically. It was the most amazing day ever the only day where you felt relieved and happy to be married to someone you loved deeply.

"Y/n" you felt a pair of muscular arms carrying you trying his best to wake you up. Slowly you adjusted your eyes to the lighting, seeing Sumire in the corner hiding between Toji's legs. Toji had a face of concern, he gently put you down on the bed, placing a hand on your forehead to see if you had a fever of sort. Seeing his face you cried, getting up and hugging his waist. Toji was surprised with the sudden actions.

He hesitated before placing one of his muscular arms on your back hugging you as well. You could see that the hotel room was wide open and the room was messy. Your phone was on the floor with a few miscalls from Toji. "Sumire called me, is everything okay?" Toji said before separating himself from you, placing both of his arms on your shoulders.  "Yeah im sorry for calling you," you said trying your best to try and get up. You could see that Toji deeply cared for you if he came running here not even closing the door.

"Here.” he gave you some clothes folding them and leaving them next to the bed. "Go change so we can go get you something to eat, okay?" He said with his green eyes staring at you. You nodded before grabbing the clothes and walking towards the restroom to change.

"As you for buddy, you're coming with us" Toji said before picking Sumire up and carrying him.

"Im Sumire," he said smiling and pursing his lips together watching Toji smile and ruffle his hair.

"Nice to meet you Sumire, im Toji a friend of your moms.” He replied walking towards you as he seen you step out of the restroom.

You could tell you were tired. You quickly brushed your hair before coming out, grabbing a bit of concealer to hide your red and puffy under eyes. Toji closed the door behind you, talking to Sumire about how he met you and how you're a great and kind person.

"Everyone says im like my mommy." He said in a proud and cute little voice. Toji had put Sumire down and was now walking with him but sumire didn't let go of Toji's hand. Surprisingly the cafe that Toji had chosen was close to the hotel. Toji had opened his car door allowing you to go first, Sumire had sat in the back. "Honey we're not gonna tell your dad about this okay?" Seeing Sumire nod in response you sighed in relief. Satoru wont know about anything that happened today because it's not his business anymore. Sumire was quick to fall asleep in the car.

"Im sorry about that I don't know what happened, all of a sudden I was feeling so much chest pains I guess I passed out." Seeing Toji look at you quickly before looking back at the road. He smiled reassuring you that it was no problem.

"Don't worry about it okay?" He said grinning before pulling up to the cafe. It was a small and cute cafe that read "Mimi's cafe" there was cat drawings everywhere. Smiling you started laughing at Toji's selection of cafes. "Is this a cat cafe?" You asked trying your best to hold back a laugh.

"They say it's good for you." He replied rolling his eyes before parking his expensive BMW. Getting out you slowly woke up Sumire before carrying him. Walking into the cafe the waiter immediately mistook you as Toji's wife. "I'll have an espresso cafe" the waiter nodded before looking at you "and for the wife?" She asked writing down in her little paper pad. You could see that the waiter was checking Toji out, with a little giggle you shook your head. "Not the wife, but I'll take a vanilla coffee and for my son he'll get the hot chocolate.” The waiter slightly blushed before apologizing and leaving quickly. You looked at Toji before looking back at the waiter.

"She's cute." You said smiling, seeing tojis face you laughed even more. Seeing him slightly gag saying that she wasn't his type.

“Not my type, I’m more into independent women.” While waiting for the drinks Sumire kept on asking Toji so many questions you started to feel bad for him.

“How’s megumi?” watching toji take out his phone he began to show you pictures of him.

“Well he turned 5 last month,” smiling you saw all the baby pictures he had of him. You could tell Toji loved megumi.

“Listen if you ever need help with anything, mom wise just text me.” Smiling you ate a bit of Sumire’s chocolate donut.

“I think we should introduce megumi to Sumire, like a play date or something” Toji just chuckled at the fact that you mentioned a play date.

“If it means I get to talk to you more, sure.” Smiling he turned off his phone. Sumire went straight to asking more questions.

“Mr Toji do you know my daddy?” He asked

“Not that much but he’s a well known man around here why?” Toji asked staring at you and then back at your son.

“People say that my daddy is super smart!” you could see the that the corner of Sumire’s mouth was filled with chocolate.

Sighing you wiped his mouth with a piece of napkin, “be more careful.” You scolded.

Seeing how Sumire would quickly come up with another questions while finishing his first one made you smile. Toji suddenly stopped talking when you saw him staring at you.

Tilting your head a bit you were confused, "Are you okay?" You asked before turning around to see what was making Toji so speechless.

For you it felt like time had slowed down when you saw your white haired husband enter the cafe, at first you thought he was walking towards you but as soon as you followed his eyes your heart broke. Satoru hadn't noticed you were here. Walking towards the waiter you were teasing Toji about he went up to her and planted a kiss on her lips. You felt your heart slowly felt like burning. You could've sworn that being shot in the stomach right now would've felt like nothing compared to what you were witnessing now. She immediately kissed Satoru back, smiling as he hugged her by the waist. You started breathing rapidly.

“No this can’t be happening.”

When you saw him kiss her, your eyes already welled with tears, but seeing him so happy with her broke you even further. You quickly got up, grabbing Sumire's hand, before exchanging glances with Toji and leaving the cafe walking towards his car. She was giggling joyously and Satoru kissed her every now and then as she tried to leave to attend other customers. His eyes sparkled with her, just as they did when he was with you in high school. Seeing her ask for a break, she walked with Satoru to the back. "No no no" you gasped, Toji immediately hugged you and you felt yourself start to have another anxiety attack. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe, feeling an uneasy chest pain, you broke down in tears.

Looking up to him he could tell you couldn't breathe. You were panicking so much you fell down to the ground. Toji tried his best to stop you from falling. "I.. I can't breath Toji" his eyes widened at the mention of that. “Shit,” He was also panicking as well, not knowing what to do he hugged you. Feeling his warm chest on yours, you felt the panic go away. He deepened the hug grabbing your waist and pulling you in deeper. Separating from him you gasped, “Toji…”you said tears still filling your eyes. Despite the hug you noticed it had helped you calm down. “Y/n,”

You shook your head before pushing him off you, “Just take me home.” You felt like your whole world was crushing down on you. Toji apologized before entering the car and taking you back to the hotel where you packed up your stuff, leaving Gojo’s suit case. You quickly checked out of your room before leaving the hotel. Toji had agreed to drive you home except that you didn’t have a home anymore. You and Gojo we’re done, you decided to stay at your mothers house. Calling her with tears in your eyes and your voice was shaky.

“Mom… can I stay over at your house for a few weeks?” You could hear the concern lacing through your mothers voice. “Is everything okay?” She asked.

“I’ll explain when I get there.” Sighing you silently sobbed the whole way back.

taglist; @wo-ming-bai @allofffmypeaches

#gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru #jjk angst #jjk #cheating #gojo angst #gojo x reader #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji jjk #jjk smut

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hello! id like to make a request if that's okay! it's a fic about Tommy x reader (or OC if you prefer) where she works at the Garrison (wow.. unexpected) and you can decide in which season is set, if it's canon or not but basically she works there and she's a quite girl just.. working. She and Tommy still aren't a "thing" but some feelings are definitely there. But then, all of a sudden, things start to go downhill when some of Tommy's enemies start to have tip-offs (idk if it's the right word I'm sorry!) of the Shelby family's plans and, since there's seemingly no one else to blame, Tommy starts losing his clarity and blames her because she's quiet, she's silent, she's mysterious like no one knows much about her since she's foreign AND she just minds her business that in this case it's seen as suspicious. So of course everybody ends up getting hurt, Tommy who thinks his trust in broken and Her who thinks Tommy was better than that. Of course she isn't guilty. AND THAT'S IT. I just love angst and, if that's okay with you, the end is up to you because 1. I suck at requesting and 2. my imagination just ends here... I hope this wasn't lame or dumb but if you don't like it or simply can't write it, it won't be a problem of course!! AND SORRY IF THIS IS SO LONG (and thank you for your time! <3 ) <3 <3 <3 :)

Dear Anon!

Thank you for waiting and for sending in a request! I tried to make this angsty... but I also can't help myself and there's a soft ending.

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, almost physical harm done to the reader, the reader goes into shock (not detailed), peaceful ending.

There wasn't enough snow on the planet to make him feel awake. He sat in his office and felt himself slip into a familiar distant stare as the loss set in from his current plan. He had a black cat, more of a rat really, amongst his ranks. Someone was tipping people off. Once could be recklessness, twice could be stupidity, but three times proves that it's not him at all. 

Anger was all that was keeping him awake, his mind searching through what pieces of information were leaked and who had known about those details. The money and opium was a heavy fucking blow, but this time it almost cost him his brother. The thought was enough for his body to break its stony composure. 

He looked at the clock and figured he might skip down to the Garrison. It would give him a chance to observe everyone. Of course, his mind also drifted to the barmaid that frequently caught his attention. The prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on, kind eyes, sharp tough, soft curves…. Oh, how he’d like nothing more than to take his frustrations out on you. Knowing you as well as he did you would probably be one step ahead of him in figuring it out…

Unless you were to blame. His heart gave a painful twist in the dim light of his office at the realization. He finished his whiskey in hopes that the burning liquid would numb some of the sensation blooming in his chest. 

He knew you had no family and had only recently moved to Birmingham to escape an ex-boyfriend. Something that originally won you the position, a girl like that ought to be protected, and protection won him leverage to keep you off of the cops should you grow a heavy conscious. He was grateful he never had to hold it over your head because he’d not had the stomach to do such a thing. You were…. Fragile looking. Big innocent eyes, hands that were always busy, you never brought up the business or his family's long list of problems. Kept to yourself enough that it drove him down to the bar almost every night to talk to you, needing to know how your day went…..

Thinking logically about it there was no one else that was constantly around the family like you were, it would be easy for you to listen in on their meetings that took place after the bar had closed to the public. He was the idiot who insisted you stay till someone (him) could drive you home. 

Fuck. He slammed his hands down on his desk sending picture frames toppling over. What a stupid fucking girl. He had no choice but to cut her, he’d fucked three trades over this girl, if she didn't hang it would only show a possibility to people that wanted to fuck him over just as she had. That there was an opportunity, an opening in the armor. Loose threads always had a way of unraveling eventually. 

He thought of calling Arthur and John. Asking them to do it meant he didn't actually have to witness it himself. He could simply lie, tell himself that you’d moved away end of story. 

But the thought of a man's hands on you driven by any intention was enough to make his hands fist around the edge of his desk. He felt the wood begin to splinter beneath his pale fingers and realized he’d have to manage this himself. Maybe he could just scare you into giving your employer up. Exile you to a far away land…

He lit a cigarette and told himself to enjoy this final moment before he ripped himself apart. 

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Your heart sank further and further as the night progressed. Normally Tommy would come by to walk or drive you home. As things were crashing down on the family he insisted on having you picked up and dropped off. Something that only deepened the crush you had on your employer. 

One of these days you swore he was going to kiss you before you got out of his car. Tonight was most certainly not that night as you began to close up the pub. Normally the family was around for closing but tonight it was only the regulars. 

Door locked, tables and glasses cleaned. You only took one step into the cold rain before a familiar car pulled up to the curb. Assuming he would only be there for you, you opened the passenger door. Heart pounding at his thoughtfulness. 

Taking in his posture something inside you started up in alarm. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked softly. 

“I know it’s you.” He said staring at the road. 

“Me? What’s me?” You were lost, a small voice inside you hoped he would say that it’s you that holds the key to his heart or something cheesy. But his white knuckles on the steering wheel made you think it was quite obvious that you were about to learn the consequences of being familiar with criminal men. 

He didn’t respond and you didn't push it. You watched as the city faded away quickly, your stomach started to twist at the harsh reality that he was taking you somewhere. Probably the middle of nowhere. 

“Where are you taking me.” You whispered as the cold realization started to set in. You had no family. No one to notice you were gone. No one coming to get you. He wouldn't even have to work that hard to hide your body. No one was going to go looking for it. 

“To my house.” He said calmly. 

“I don't want to go to your house.” You hated the slight edge of panic that was starting to rise up in you. 

He quickly turned a sharp corner and you watched a lavish house come into view as he tore down the gravel driveway. He pulled the car to a hasty stop and before you could get your bearings he’d pulled you from the car. You tried to fight his grip but it was no use. He dragged you through the main floor of the house. 

Your brain finally kicked into gear. It was going to be you or him, and you should start acting accordingly. 

“LET ME GO” You started screaming all kinds of profanities. Holding on to doorways, kicking and flailing. Trying to make things as hard on him as possible. Eventually, he threw you down on the hallway floor in frustration. He gripped your jaw painfully and you watched him struggle as he looked into your eyes. Some silent battle raged on inside him, eventually, they softened slightly. 

“FUCK. I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to know who you're working for.” 

“You! Fucking idiot. I work for you.” Whatever this was it was too painful to feel anything other than anger. He raised his hand causing you to flinch, but he dropped it.

“Fucking woman. Just fuck.” He sighed. 

The sounds of footsteps became clearer and you heard a gasp. 

“What the bloody fuck is all this.” Polly’s voice rang out behind you and you felt her arms wrap around your chest as if to pull you away from him. “The fuck is wrong with you!” She pushed you behind her a doled out a heavy slap across his face. 

“She’s it. I know it’s her. She’s the one leaking information.” 

“Finn’s got Bill in the wine cellar. The ACTUAL RAT!” She screamed at him and you watched his face fall. He pinched the bridge of his nose and his features crumbled. 

“What’s all this then? Been trying to call you all bloody night.” John started, he held out a hand to you and quickly grabbed on to you trying to steady you. “Shakin’ like a bloody leaf love, s’alright.” Confusion was written all over him until he registered his brother's composure. John stiffened and pulled you against his chest. 

“O’come of it. Her? Really? Fucksakes Thomas the only thing she’s hiding is her undying love for ya. This is why we -” He pointed his finger back and forth between the two of them “- Need to fucking talk to each other. You let out a sharp gasp as he picked you up and carried you away. He kicked open a heavy door to a warm kitchen. 

“What the fuc-” Esme started her eyes narrowing and face falling to stone at the sight of you being carried by her husband. A larger wave of fear started to threaten to crash against your body. 

“Just look after her will ya.” John shut her up and placed you down gently in a wooden chair. “Thomas- Fucking idiot’s gone and put her in shock. Thinking she’s the fucking rat.” 

Her composure softened considerably. She gave him a nod as he strode out of the room. You watched as she floated around the kitchen and soon a cup of tea and a glass of whiskey were placed in front of you. 

“I’d start with the whiskey, love. Try to get some of your color back.” She said softly sitting next to you. 

You quickly threw back the amber liquid feeling it dislodge the painful feelings in your chest. Tears started to well up and spill over your pale cheeks. 

“It’s not your fault love, he’s a right idiot. Doesn’t help that he’s been falling over you for months. You scared him.” She lit a cigarette and after a long drag, she placed it between your fingers. “Not tellin' you to forgive him or anythin’. If it would cheer you up I’ll have John hold him down for ya. Landing a few blows will get it out of your system.” She prattled on and eventually, she got a few laughs from you. Polly came through not long after, giving you a similar type of attention. You didn’t understand, up until that evening, you’d never noticed them paying attention to you. 

“How's he going to fix this?” Esme asked her stretching her arms above her head. 

“I have no fucking idea. But don't you let him off easy. Take him for everything he’s got.” Polly pointed her finger at you. 

“And if you’d rather move far away from the lot of us, the two of us will get you out.” Esme continued. 

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You stayed in your apartment for a few days, trying to recover from what had happened. Most of your time was spent on the edge of sleep, your mind filled with nightmares. The towering figure that used to be your ex was replaced by Thomas. Running down that hallway over and over again only to meet the back of his hand. 

He couldn't actually hurt you. Even when he thought it was you responsible for almost getting his family killed, and a mass amount of money lost. Even then he couldn’t do more than raise his hand. 

You thought about running away. Like you did last time…. But Esme's words swirled around in your mind. Maybe confronting him would be better. 

A few phone calls later you heard he was taking the same shut-in approach as you were. 

You got to his house and were let in by one of the maids. After arguing with them you finally made your way up to what you assumed was the master bedroom. You placed a soft knock on the door and got no response. You took a deep breath and moved into the darkroom. 

“Thomas?” You asked quietly. You heard him let out a sigh and took it as an invitation to move closer. You sat on his bed cross-legged and looked down at his pale complexion. 

“Why are you here?” He said staring up at the ceiling. 

“To confront you.” His eyes sparked at that and he turned his attention to you. “Esme said I should beat you up.” 

“You can if you like.” He responded calmly. You responded by laying down on the bed next to him. Three days of fear and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and lacing your fingers in his. 

“Promise you won’t ever hit me. Or drag me around. Or be that angry Or even just shout at me.” You closed your eyes and you felt your body tense up at the feeling of being so vulnerable. “I won’t stay. I can’t handle it, my nerves - I just” Your voice got wet and you took a shaky breath. His body moved onto his side and he pulled you against him slowly giving you lots of opportunities to protest and see where he was going with his actions. 

“John almost died. Million pounds at the bottom of the cut, not to mention all the lost opium. Even then I couldn't stop my heart from breaking seeing you that scared. Never again. Not by my hand or another.” 

Your body believed him and the tension left you. 

“For extra reassurance, Polly has sent me a lengthy list of things she’ll do to me if a hair is put out of place.” He mumbled. 

You already knew he was partially high on opium. It was the only thing preventing you from kissing him. Instead, you just let yourself accompany him into a peaceful sleep. In the morning you’d make him promise again. Set firm boundaries and keep him at arm's length for a while just to be sure but for now, you let yourself relax.  

____

It wasn't easy building her trust after that night. He insisted she stop working at the Garrison, which he knew was a secret relief to her. He didn't like her being on high alert surrounded by drunk men.

He'd really had to work on his temper if he wanted to stay with her. Things around him would set him off, but loud noises/shouting set you off in a much worse way. Watching you crumple made him sick to his stomach. So when he was angry he would take deep breaths. You would often trace your fingers over his hands. Finding your own way of trusting that he wouldn't hurt you.

Once making peace with his anger, you started to find your own slowly. The first time you shouted at him in frustration you both stopped in shock over the situation and you watched him struggle to fix everything immediately.

#tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky fucking blinders

[bonefall]

i like how you show how abuse can warp someone’s judgment and make them do things they don’t really believe in gray wings arc in this feels much better then in canon and actually sets out to show him how they intended too

It's easy to sympathize with victims of abuse and products of toxic families when they're "innocent" and blameless. There's this idea, spoken or unspoken, that if you ever lashed out, or begged your abuser to stay, or went on to hurt someone in a similar way, that you're LESS of a victim

People get locked in those cycles, thinking that their abuser, or their toxic family, is the only one who will ever "tolerate" them. Sometimes people don't want to believe they've been hurt, or that their family could be toxic, because confronting that is painful. Sometimes it's just love. Sometimes you really can love someone too much.

Sometimes you REALLY fuck up and hurt someone else. You do stupid, mean shit. Abuse isn't logical and pain isn't either. There are times where you realize it too late, and only realize it when you're staring at the smoldering ash of a burned bridge

And I want to write that. People who are hurt and hurt in turn, people who perpetuate those cycles, people who break them. You deserved better, and the people around you do too.

Sometimes I legitimately worry about the writers of these silly cat books. They keep writing the realest, most harrowing depictions of toxic family/abuse I've ever seen in my fucking life and then turning around and saying, "and then it was all fine :)" like... are they okay?

Gray Wing would mean a lot to me if this was intentional, but he's RIGHT in the end in canon. "Ohhh he wasnt greedy he was just scared and had too much responsibility :))) i dont have to reckon with anything i said ever :)))". Clear Sky's "redemption" drags the entire arc down with it.

So I am here. Furiously writing foe fiction. Feeding myself.

#Tw abuse #Tw toxic family #Glad to see it land though #I think Gray Wing can be more painful than Clear Sky because it's a lot easier to see yourself in BB!Gray #Clear is funny. It's easy to laugh at how fragile his ego is and how callous he is #But seeing a wise person be pathetic when they should know better is uncomfortable and painful #Xeyre a kind of bad that's so banal it's excruciating #Annoying even. #At least that's my thought

[hisbutler-problematic]

On the topic of Sebastian being completely enthralled about everything Ciel is, I personally love it so much more knowing manga context, because O!Ciel was the 'spare'. He was not supposed to carry the family nane and, frankly, people didn't think he'd be capable of it due to his poor health anyway (Remember Frances and Vincent's conversation in the flashback chapters? It's obvious O!Ciel was quite saddened by what he heard).

By all means, in a twisted way, Sebastian might just be the first person to regard O!Ciel as someone deeply capable, a shiny singularity that doesn't live in anyone's shadow. The adults around him were - tho not unrightfully - seeing his fragility first and foremost while his brother, despite seeing him as worthy, didn't wish for him to leave and forge his own path. R!Ciel's reaction came from childishness sure, but that isn't to say that it didn't feed into the idea that O!Ciel was 'his backup'.

Going off from this, Sebastian is also the one thing in his life and is irrevocably his. Again, twisted, but all O!Ciel built has been under another's name. The manor, the company, the engagement etc. None of them truly his, but his brother's. And the other servants? They are loyal, however ultimately their own people. Sebastian? In an entirely different spot. He'll be there until the end after all.

This is an aspect of their relationship that tugs at my heartstrings so much. It's so toxic and depressing yet strangely soft and tender somewhat at least to me.

Sorry, I just really wanted to pour my thoughts and I appreciate your posts. So here I am!

anon, i’m in love with you

i literally think about this all the time like. that conversation frances and vincent had? imo vincent just flippantly saying "i guess ill just have to give the estate back to the queen lmao" could be taken 2 ways which is: at face value OR (what i think is more likely) vincent just saying what he knows will piss frances off to get her to stop talking. tbh vincent seems like a good dad imo and like he doesnt super underestimate o!ciel (he seemed absolutely fine with the idea of o!ciel going off to london by himself and opening a toy store in the future), but he DOES know that o!ciel is frail and sickly, and it makes me wonder how seriously he considered the idea that o!ciel might inherent the title of the queen's watchdog.

honestly, i feel in some respects, r!ciel treats o!ciel more carefully than their parents. he very much has an attitude of "my baby brother NEEDS me, he cannot survive without me!!" (gasps and shock, to learn it is actually the other way around /s)

all this to say, whether you lean more towards my interpretation or yours, or a fun mix, or whatever, it is undeniable that all of o!ciel's relationships were 'tainted' (for lack of a better term) by his illness and the way it made others view him and treat him.

AND THEN COMES SEBASTIAN

sebastian, who takes one look at o!ciel, and goes "lmao what a fucked up lil dude. time for little a snacky". sebastian, who then sits down to forge a contract with said little dude only to realize Oh Okay So This Child Is Clever. And o!ciel being sickly does kind of come up when they're making the contract, but sebastian focuses more on the actual logistics of that and o!ciel says 'nvm we'll deal w it when it comes up' (which is hilarious imo. he really said a sudden chill can put me on my deathbed but thats a problem for future me).

and then it turns out o!ciel is hella sheltered. but also a huge bitch.

and at this point, all i can assume is sebastian is so bewildered by this experience that the fact that o!ciel is frail and sickly and fragile is like. just another thing about this kid. o!ciel has never made sebastian's life easy and it would be stupid to think he would start now, sebastian thinks as his young master suffers from yet another cold just bc it rained yesterday. "i never knew you had asthma" says sebastian, who has read every medical journal to date on chest colds. "you never asked," says the bane of sebastian's existence.

and the thing is you can say "sebastian is only worried about o!ciel bc if o!ciel dies, he loses his meal" which is true and accurate and tbh if i was sebastian and i had put up w that much, i wouldn't want to lose my meal to a mere cough.

BUT ALSO

then you see the way sebastian is so fascinated and intrigued and bewitched by o!ciel. i think to sebastian the fact that o!ciel is frail and sickly is just another contradiction in the sea of contradictions that makes o!ciel so fascinating. and i think sebastian is the only one who really sees all those contradictions, he's the only one who sees everything that makes up o!ciel. and he loves what he finds.

(not to mention the fact that sebastian is the only person o!ciel allows to see his every aspect. or, well, some he tries to hide, but only because he thinks sebastian will try to use something against him. either way, sebastian is still the only person who he lets see the most of him. because sebastian is the only person who knows who he really is, who he doesnt have to put up a front for. he doesn't have to pretend to be his brother, he doesn't have to worry about being the spare.)

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #our ciel #sebaciel #sky posting #sky talks #sorry if this doesnt make sense i started thinking about them and blacked out

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Really hate how fragility has become a virtue. No one wants to toughen up and learn to healthily handle negative emotions or physical hardships. Instead the first sign of adversity is a sign to give up. Actually, it's even worse than that. Because the adversity is greeted like an old friend. Too many people these days want to be disadvantaged, or oppressed, or threatened. So much so that they'll pretend minor inconveniences are Life Threatening Trauma because trauma is now an all purpose shield. Oppression is an all purpose shield. Illness, mental or physical, is an all purpose shield. The people who throw the loudest tantrum are the ones who get coddled the most. That's why certain people scream racism when they get called out on being assholes. That's why certain people scream transphobia when they hear an opinion they don't like. It's because the culture we have now in the west is all about wildly exaggerating problems and being overtly performative about how we "solve" those problems. It's all a show. You're all performing your roles perfectly. And don't you dare think otherwise. You are a performer. Even if you know you're faking and you think you're directing your own show, you're still the performer. But do you wanna know who is directing?

Politicians and the billionaires you claim to hate along with the media who enables them.

Because this society benefits them the most. Yeah, sure, you guys can get a few people fired for expressing an opinion and you might get away with some shitty behavior before your friends and family get wise to you and stop wanting anything to do with you, but that's all you get. And the trade offs?

You have zero ability to be self-sufficient. And I'm not talking about living off the land like a pioneer here. I'm talking basic life skills like cooking and talking on the phone and having manners and holding down jobs and making a budget.

You're scared all the time. You think everyone around you is out to get you unless they loudly and constantly proclaim that they aren't. You think death and assault is around every corner and the only way you can ever feel safe is to give up your rights to the very same people who are lying to you to make you afraid.

You can't make friends with people who aren't exactly like you. You're stuck in a a constant negative reinforcement of every single bad habit you've developed. You've alienated everyone in your life who isn't as bitter and scared as you are.

You refuse to improve your life because if you get better or more healthy the broken people you surround yourself with will turn on you and cast you out.

And it's so ad, because it's actually so easy and satisfying to take control of your life and stop acting like a toddler who got his sucker taken away. Imagine if you didn't have to be scared in a room full of strangers because you knew you had the skills to make polite small talk. Imagine if you didn't have to get mad at every little thing because you have perspective and can realize when things are important and when they're not worth getting upset over. Imagine knowing you could survive unexpected hardships that might come your way because you've done it before. That's what growing up is. And that's what you lose when you insist on being perpetual adolescents. And then, suddenly, when the politicians come around and tell you you need to give up your rights so they can solve all your problems for you, you can say, "Why should I give up anything to you when I can just solve my problems on my own?"

You can take the power back from the people you say you hate, but still rely on to be a surrogate parent. You can live a happy life even if you have to work and struggle and face adversity. Hardship builds character, but only if you have any character to work with. Don't spend your whole life relying on people who don't give a fuck about you as a person to keep you safe and provide for you. Because I promise you, they have zero interest in doing either.

[pxrplebxtterfly]

Did I Lie? (1/?)

gif belongs to me

18+

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem reader

Warnings: (d)ubcon, kidnapping, alcohol, SMUT, fingering without penetration or clit play?.

Summary: You've been kidnapped but aren't complaining when Lloyd takes you to a 'dinner party' and rewards you for being well behaved.

Word count: 2.2k

Notes: This fic was written in SECOND PERSON POV!!! Sorry this isn't as super freaky as I initially planned. I think I want this to become a little series so the kinkier stuff might come later (hope that's okay)! As always, thank you so much for reading!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

The knob on the extravagantly paneled door jiggles with force.

You jump at the noise. Someone on the other side is trying to get in. You walk backwards until your knees hit the end of the bed and the momentum makes you fall on your butt. The door opens at the exact same time.

It’s him. It’s that mother fucker who held a gun to your head and kidnapped you. You know exactly what he wants too.

You were the niece and only family of a prevalent mobster from your city. You don’t talk to your uncle much but you still keep in touch. You’re not surprised that his past is finally trying to catch up with him. It’s just a shame you have to be involved.

He shuts the door behind him. He looks at you, brilliant blue eyes examining your face. His tight fitting clothes showcase his intimidating stature and the size of him only makes you more nervous.

“Hi princess,” he says mockingly, “I’m afraid I wasn’t able to introduce myself earlier, I’m Lloyd Hansen”

“You mean when you kidnapped me?” you reply gruffly.

“If that’s what you want to call it” he smiles.

You don’t say anything more, even though you’re burning to. You just retract your legs from the ground into your chest, as you shift farther onto the bed.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not gonna hurt you… yet” he says, walking towards you. 

You try to bite your tongue, but the fury in you spills out anyways. “Fuck you” you spit.

“Awe, now that’s no way to treat your host, is it? Cmon I mean look around,” he says and motions at the grandiose surroundings, “I haven’t even tied you up, though it’d be easy to”

You twitch at the thought of being restrained and look away from him.

While looking past him you realize he’s right. He could’ve had you chained to a radiator in a decrepit basement. Instead, the bed sheets are silk and the curtains, velvet. There’s gold ornaments and watercolor wallpaper. It is a spectacular room, and it sparks images of what the rest of this place must look like.

As if reading your mind he says, “You see, I could have chained you up in the basement with the rats but, then I’d have to actually go down there to talk to you.” Your eyes dart back to his. “So, I thought this would be better!” he says with satirical enthusiasm.

He changes the subject quickly, “Anyways, I’m gonna need you to accompany me to a dinner party tonight, so someone will drop off your dress and shoes soon”

“What? Why the hell would I go anywhere with you?” you snap at him. 

With a fake smile he steps forward until he’s towering over you. “Oh honey, if you want me to get the ropes out just say so,” he says in a playful tone, which might be scarier than a threatening voice. 

His mocking stare makes you shrink. You rub your wrist just thinking about the lack of autonomy and rope burn. He knows you’re powerless and it only feeds his ego. 

“Now, be a good girl for me tonight and you might get a reward!” He gives a phony smile and leaves.

What you didn’t know was that Lloyd wasn’t planning on hurting you at all. Instead, he was looking forward to using you as his cumdump for the rest of his life. The way your eyes glistened as he threatened you made his dick hard. 

He wanted to fuck you stupid and then put you back together just to do it again and again.

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

After some time passed and the sun had set, you were delivered a sleek, elegant, black dress and a pair of matching black heels. You’re stunned at how gorgeous the dress is.

As much as you don’t want to satisfy Lloyd’s expectations, you also don’t want to be chained up. So you make the obvious choice and put the dress and heels on. 

After adjusting the dress to fit perfectly, there’s a knock on the door.

“Yea?” you ask, defensively, the knock startling you.

There is no answer, the door just opens. 

Lloyd stops halfway in the door when he sees you. His breathing halts at the sight of your body in the dress. Every curve is on full display in the thin material. He pushes through his initial reaction and walks towards you. 

“So where are we going?” you ask timidly. You’re afraid to speak at all but feel like you should try to make the most out of this situation.

He hums, nodding his head enjoying your fake positive attitude. “Well, you’ll see when we get there”

He ushers you towards the door and follows beside you down the hall. 

The two of you and his team of security pile into three different cars and caravan out into the night.

When you arrive and step out of the car, you’re in front of a huge skyscraper building. Light from the building and the others around it illuminate your face in a bright glow. 

Lloyd pushes up against your back and whispers into your ear, “You’re going to hook your arm around mine and follow me in. You’re going to stay silent the whole night and if you try talking to anyone or say anything, I will not hesitate to do something I’d prefer not to do. Do you understand?”

You tense at his threat but breathe out a shaken “Yes.”

He moves to stand beside you and you hook your arm around his. He smiles down at you pleased and walks you in.

While riding in the elevator, you can’t help but think about his body pressed against you. The way your ass and back pushed up against his thighs and chest. How he had to speak down into your ear. You know you shouldn’t think like this, for God’s sake he kidnapped you.

Up 30 or so flights to the roof, you find Lloyd and yourself in a large lounge with dim lights and loud R&B music. It looked more like a club with the crowds of people and drinks. 

“I thought you said we were going to a dinner party,” you whisper.

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” he whispers back.

You shouldn’t find him charming but his wit and charisma catch you off guard. You let him lead you through the crowds of people towards a sectioned off booth in the back. There are many men sitting around this table, all with girls on their hips. You begin to understand that you are an accessory for Lloyd tonight and you won’t play any other part but that.

In all honesty you don’t mind that much. You’re served champagne as you sit down next to him in the horseshoe booth. 

As soon as the both of you sit, you begin to drink. Not quickly but it’s really the only thing to do. Lloyd is talking to these other men about weaponry, ammunition, and drugs, and you could care less. None of it was appealing to you anyway.

At some point during the discussion you feel a warm hand land just above your knee. Your dress has a slit in it so most of your right leg is exposed. It’s Lloyd’s big, calloused hand that is touching you.

Your body floods with adrenaline and images of a fantasy flash before you. You stare at him but he doesn’t even look at you. He’s just smiling and nodding, continuing his negotiation.

Lloyd does notice you looking at him though. He notices that, and your subtle rock forward on your hips. Because of this, he moves his hand further up your thigh. With each inch, electricity crackles through your veins. 

All you want is for his hand to keep moving further up your thigh until he’s forced to confront the problem he’s created. And as if he can read your mind, his hand slowly, agonizingly, travels up your leg.

Each centimeter closer to your core starts a fire under your skin. Finally his hand comes to a stop; as close as he can be to your pussy without actually touching it. You look up at him and he’s grinning, laughing with the other men about something. 

Does he even realize what he’s doing to you? Your hips are practically bucking up at his touch.

A minute goes by, and you still haven’t fully adjusted to his hand so close to your desperate cunt. He doesn’t seem to notice though.

Without warning he sticks out his pinky and slowly drags it from your hole to your clit, over your g-string. 

He does this up and down motion a few times with his ring-clad pinky, until he finally looks at your face and sees the red in your cheeks and dizziness in your eyes. He loves how good you’re being. How silent you are even though he’s teasing you. How you don’t even lean over to whisper anything to him. 

With the confirmation of pleasure on your face, he slips his hand back down to your lower thigh. 

It’s unfair what he’s doing to you. You’re sure that everyone has just seen what happened even though the large table you’re sitting at covers the view of your legs.

The rest of the night is a blur. You’re a little stoned and pretty tipsy from the never ending drinks when you and Lloyd are together in the backseat of his limo. The substances are really soaking into your bloodstream, making you feel all hot and flustered. Lloyd’s aware of this because of the way you’re slightly leaning into him. 

It’s really not your fault, you’re intoxicated, sitting next to this huge, ripped, beast of a man who’s cologne is expensive and suffocating. You’re about to pinch yourself for your terrible thoughts when he leans down to your ear and says, “You were a very good girl tonight; I’m surprised at how well you listened”

His mustache almost tickles your ear and the feel of his breath is enough to make you spiral into a frenzy of desperation. His dominant hand snakes it’s way to your thigh once again and you shudder as he turns his body towards you. 

You look up at him distraught and his eyes are almost glowing. He’s so obsessed with the defeated look on your face, oozing desire. He rubs soft circles into your skin and that alone causes you to shift your weight forwards onto your hips. Lloyd watches at your pitiful attempt at relief. 

“Do you need me to touch you?” he asks in an infantilizing tone.

“Yes, please,” you mutter. 

And with that, things begin to happen very quickly. He hikes up your dress and rips the flimsy underwear off. 

“You know, I could feel how wet you were when I ran my finger over your pretty pussy earlier. It’s so pathetic how worked up you got from my hand on your thigh” he breathes into your neck. You don’t say anything at all because his fingers are running through your folds, playing with your heat. 

“Did I lie?” he whispers and lifts his fingers to show you how they glisten in the gaps of light from the passing street lamps. 

You shake your head no and he attaches his fingers to your clit. He rubs with the perfect amount of pressure, making you bite your lip. His thick fingers circling your delicate clit.

Lloyd begins to kiss your neck, sucking and nipping at your soft skin. He swirls his tongue on your neck, in time with his fingers, and you melt into the leather seats.

His left arm has snaked around your lower back and waist, holding you close to him, and keeping you steady. You rock your hips up into his fingers, increasing the pressure in short intervals. 

“Such a slut, trying to help herself get off,” he mumbles

You moan, unable to form any words. The way his lips move along your neck and the way his fingers send waves of warmth through you, have you close to coming undone. 

He doesn’t slow down and you’re having a hard time keeping yourself together. His fingers begin to flick side to side hitting that perfect spot.

“God, don’t stop, please don’t stop” you squeak.

You’re in ecstasy as Lloyd devours your neck and shoulders, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You arch your back and buck your hips into his motions. You whimper and pant as you’re so close to coming.

“Come on you dumb baby, cum for me” he groans into your neck, relentlessly rubbing you to euphoria.

You throw your head back and in a crash of pleasure and white light, you come. 

Your orgasm soars through your veins, making every inch of you erupt with bliss. You sail on this surf for what feels like a lifetime, but as soon as it’s over, you’re aching for it to happen again. 

His fingers slow but don’t stop until you’re shaking and clamping down on his wrist.

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you as you catch your breath. His mouth is slightly open, looking at you with pride and lust. 

“That—I can’t believe that just happened,” you whisper after a few moments of intense eye contact. 

“You better get used to it because I’m never letting you go,” he says.

You wonder if he’s serious, but a sparkle in his eyes soothes your worries. 

Tags: @slutforchrisjamalevans @snowaiden @markiezuckie

#chris evans #chris evans smut #the gray man #the gray man smut #the gray man fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #the gray man fic #chris evans fic #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fic

[unclewaynemunson]

Time for Wingman Wayne (Ronance Edition™) part 6! | Read pt1 here | ao3 link

'Are you free next Sunday?' Steve asks Robin on Tuesday evening, when they're wrapping up their shared shift at Family Video.

'Yeah, why? Eddie didn't ditch your date plans, did he? Should I be mad at him?'

'No, don't be mad at him!' Steve exclaims. 'Date's still on. We just decided we should make it a double date.'

Robin arches her eyebrows at him. 'Do I need to remind you that I'm very much not dating anyone?'

Steve rolls his eyes in response. 'Yeah, I am aware of that,' he says. 'That's why we invited someone for you.'

'Um... Have you already forgotten how that worked out last time?'

'Yeah, and this time I actually know who we're setting you up with, so this is no doubt gonna be a success! She's really cute.'

Robin hesitates. She feels skeptical about the whole thing, but maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to actually meet someone new, because getting over Nancy hasn't exactly been easy so far and it's getting a little pathetic.

'Okay, yeah, let's do it,' she decides.

'YES!' Steve shouts out, in the same over-excited way he did back when she said yes to being set up with Mr. Munson's mystery match.

'So what's the plan?' she asks.

'Apparently there's this tea garden at the other side of Lover's Lake that opened this spring,' Steve says, and Robin freezes. Oh no. The tea garden. The perfect second date proposed by Nancy right before Robin told her how there was never gonna be a second date. Suddenly, this whole thing seems like an extremely bad idea.

'What's wrong?' Steve asks her, perceptive as always.

She can't tell him. Of course she can't tell him. So she plasters on a fake smile and says, 'Nothing! The tea garden it is. Um, are you sure Eddie is gonna be into that, by the way? Doesn't really sound like his kind of thing.'

Steve snickers. 'It was his idea, actually. He's way more romantic than he seems, you know.' His eyes start lighting up in that adorable yet slightly concerning way which warns Robin that a totally vomit-inducing monologue is gonna come out of his mouth. 'Last night, he –'

And yep, that's her cue to tune the fuck out of whatever story this is going to be.

Instead, she lets her thoughts wander to that stupid tea garden. She had rambled on about it for almost half an hour on Eddie's porch, so either Eddie totally forgot about that or had shamelessly stolen the idea from her without even realizing that a double date right there would be literal torture for her. And honestly, both possibilities are kind of rude of him.

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Sunday comes around way faster than Robin would have liked and she spends way less time spreading clothes around her room and squinting at herself in the mirror than she did the last time she got ready for a date. It just seems a bit pointless, this time. It's too soon. Fuck, she should've said no to Steve's suggestion when she had the chance. Because now she's going on a date while her heart isn't in it at all, and this girl might be genuinely cool but she won't stand a chance against the perfection that was Nancy Wheeler, and that's actually really unfair towards this new girl that she hasn't even met yet. God, she's probably gonna be super sweet and caring and funny and deserving of so much better than Robin can give her right now. Fuck this. She should probably call Steve and tell him she's ill or something.

But then the doorbell rings, which means Steve is already here to pick her up, and she has no choice but to face the music and go to the goddamn tea garden that's only gonna remind her of the one person she can't have.

She tries her very best to feign excitement when she gets into Steve's car. Luckily, Steve himself is too caught up in his own enthusiasm about their plans to notice Robin's weird mood. He keeps talking her ears off about how cute she's looking and how she'll for sure meet the love of her life this time. She suspects that he still feels guilty about the whole Nancy thing and that's why he's overcompensating, but it's actually just as sweet as it is annoying, so she decides to let it slide this time.

'So are you gonna tell me her name this time?' Robin asks when they stop at Forest Hills and wait for Eddie to get out of his trailer.

'Okay, so I actually do know her name this time, but I'm not gonna tell you,' he tells her, with a weird smile around his lips that tells her she's missing something.

'Oh my God, Steve.' She groans and lets her head fall against the headrest behind her.

'What?'

'You did something. No, don't look at me like that! What did you do?!'

'Nothing!' he exclaims, way too fast.

'Steve,' she says, deadpan. 'It's someone I know, isn't it? Wait, please tell me you're not trying to get me back together with Vickie, that'd be really awkward and I'm not –'

'No, it's not Vickie,' he's quick to interrupt her.

She squints at him, trying to figure out what exactly is going on in his brain. The look on his face is way too guilty.

'Did you set me up with Tammy Thompson?!'

He bursts out into loud laughter, which at least tells Robin that she won't be going on a date with her crush from years ago that Steve's been relentlessly teasing her about ever since he found out about it. That's good news, she supposes, because that would probably have been the single most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her and she might have to move states afterwards.

'What's so funny?' Eddie asks, flopping down on the backseat and pressing a kiss against the skin of Steve's neck.

'Steve won't tell me who you guys are setting me up with,' Robin states, turning around to face Eddie. 'Would you maybe care to fill me in on this little detail of my own love life?'

But Eddie only grins his signatory broad devilish grin while mysteriously wiggling his eyebrows.

'It's a surprise,' he says in a conspiratorial tone, which really doesn't help ease her suspicions in the slightest.

'Don't look at me like that Buckley, I promise you you'll like her, okay?' he says, his eyes suddenly all wide and innocent. 'She has Wayne's stamp of approval. If you don't trust us, can you at least trust uncle Wayne?'

Robin sighs and leans back into the seat while Steve drives them off the trailer park. She tries very hard – and fails, of course – not to think about what happened the last time she got set up with someone who had “Wayne's stamp of approval.”

Pt7

Taglist: @munsonsuccubus @messrs-weasley @shrimply-a-menace @booksandsience @sadcanadianwinter @mightbeasleep @theysherobinbuckley @bisexualdisastersworld

#i'm very very curious if yall can tell what's gonna come next :D #fruity ficlet #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ronance #stranger things

[veryace-ficrecs]

Supernatural Post-Finale Fix it Fic Recs

Fanfiction set after or during s15e20 that changes the ending in some way.

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Of Loss and Love by BadassCompany - Rated E

“You saved me,” Cas says.

Dean wants to crawl inside that low rumble of a voice and curl up there forever. Delirious, he says, “Yes.”

Then Cas says, “You kissed me.”

Dean swallows. “And?”

Cas kisses him. Something burns at the hem of Dean’s shirt and his eyelashes flutter darker and it’s much, much later when he realizes he’d felt a spark from the lightbulbs blowing out.

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Dean barely talks since Cas died. Even once they save him, it's too damn hard. In which fucked up coping styles leave both Cas and Dean convinced the other doesn't really love them. Cas thinks Dean is offering to sleep with him out of the goodness of his heart, or so Cas won't leave. Dean is trying to be less of a dick and ends up crying all the time. Cas just wants Dean to let him be the big spoon. They get to heal and be in love.

Local Cryptid?? by chlodobird - Rated T

Carry On by TheWeepingMonk - Rated G

In an imaginary world where the finale was emotionally satisfying, Team Free Will got to grow old. Dean and Cas settle down and run a bar-slash-diner, and Sam decides to go back to school. Law just isn't his thing anymore, but with the amount of lore he knows, he figures he could make a pretty decent history or mythology teacher.

Essentially, his weird knowledge and weirder family means that rumors spread. Local Man becomes College Campus Cryptid, more at 9

what they deserve (it's better this way) by sobsicles - Rated M

"That was weird."  

 "What was weird?"  

 "Dean," Sam answers. "He's gotten really happy out of nowhere and now he's taking a roadtrip so Charlie can meet his dog? I just don't buy it. He's up to something."  

 "Up to what?"  

     Sam struggles to makes a guess then finally says, "I don't know...maybe he's trying to find a way to bring Cas back."

Dean and Castiel have some unfinished business. Heaven is as good enough of a place to settle it as any.

Wayward Son by masquerade97 - Rated T

so weird how the spn finale was just an hour of dead air. that was weird right? anyway this is what i think happened 

for which no words exist by MediaWhore - Rated T

'a prayer for which no words exist' // richard siken

"Dear Cas who art in my bathtub, give me the strength to be honest about how I feel. For your sake and for mine. Forgive me all the times I wasn’t in the past, all the words I should have said but didn’t. And please stay. Please stay with me when all is said and done. Amen. "

Dean rescues a newly human Cas from the Empty. That's the easy step.

all the things yet to come are the things that have passed by cosmicocean - Rated T

“I mean, listen, we’re not good at the huggy feely crap. Any of us. And I get that, you know. And I get, I mean, I could’ve said something, you know, I know that. I get it. I get all of it  But you just, you give this whole speech, and you telling me that you just, you want what you know you can’t have? You never asked. And it was always, you know, it was always-“ he grits his teeth, taking a breath.

“We always came back to each other. I said terrible things to you and you said terrible things to me and we fought and we killed and we died and always, always, we came back to each other. We figured it out. So you’re gonna come back. You’re gonna come back, Cas, so help me god, and we’re gonna figure it out. And I would have said yes. If you’d asked, I would have said yes.”

AU after 15x19, where Dean has a little place in the middle of nowhere, a dog, and is trying to figure out a plan.

Keep Your Love Alive by dothraki_shieldmaiden, FriendofCarlotta - Rated E

Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?

#supernatural fanfiction #destiel fic rec #destiel fanfic #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #veryace recs #ao3 fic recs #ao3

[visibleclosedeyes]

Sevika Cyberpunk 2077 Solo AU

Rescue

Sevika hates this side of Night City, the NID that is—a district of lightness, strangely silent with an occasional steady hum of factories run by machines. With choices, she wouldn't set her feet anyway near Northside—unfortunately, this gig pays well and Sevika isn't a woman known to say no to some easy eddies. 

Kidnapped case, need solo for a rescue, Maelstrom as our culprit, no stealth required—sounds like free money to her. She pulls out her phone again, looking at your photos—the girl who she was supposed to rescue. Clean face, nice clothes, has some chrome in your body but very minimal and done rather tastefully. Hmm, looks like some corpo daughter, whose last name is Fischer. Probably running away from home, having fun, and being rebellious on Friday night, then the shit hits the fan and gangers go too far—Sevika thinks filling in the blank of the basic premise of what might happen. It might not be the case but who cares? The solo was only hired to retrieve the girl then delta with eddies. 

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"So where should we chrome her up then? " 

"Remove her arms and chip her in with the one we got from that cyberpsycho bitch yesterday, that would be funny as fuck, " 

"Ugh, her 'ganic eyes' are so watery when they move. So fucking annoying, we should pluck it out first,"

"Hey, be careful with the brain this time. If you fuck it up and she went brain dead, it wouldn't be fun otherwise,"

You hear a digitized human voice that seems to come right out of second-grade metal synth vocal cords. It took you several minutes for you to realize it came from one of the female Maelstromer. They're chatting among themselves about where exactly in your organic body they should replace, which part should be the most fun—most painful for her. 

You slowly gain more consciousness, and the brain starts working again, taking all the sensory stimulation far from anything nice. Fuck, well—should have actually gone back home when things started getting rougher, should have listened to your friends who still had some in that chrome skull of hers. But that's just that—shoulda, coulda, woulda. Your fate here is sealed—daughter of the Fischer family, died at the age of 22, stuck with ugly scavenger-grade cyberware by Maelstromers lunatic. Oh, yeah—you can see the headlines now. Actually, you might not be discovered at all. Nah, there's no way, you're their sole heiress—you're important. So, whoever sent by your parents better be hurried then 'cause you're about to be ripped apart—literally speaking. 

" Sleeping beauty 'wakes," one of the gangers announces as she sees your eyes rolling frantically in desperation for an exit. Then you hear something—like the sound of something getting hit hard by a blunt object, the other 'borg fuckers immediately lost focus on her to focus on whatever is attacking them right now. You're praying, whoever that is will not consider you a target as well. 

You look from beyond your tired body on a ripper chair to see someone who appears to be a muscular and rather well-chrome individual, she is an edgerunner that's for sure. She dressed rather…plainly, just a simple shirt with leather pants and a jacket. Then it all happened in a span of a few seconds, the first ganger was dropped to the ground by the sheer force of the woman's fist into their guts. The other Maelstrommers come to their comrades' aid but the results are pretty much the same. Soon enough, no one was left standing against her anymore.

"You Fischer?"

"And you? A solo? Did my kins send you?"

"Yeah, and we should delta quickly. Before more will come, " the woman with a dark and the most handsome features you have ever seen on women extends her arm to you. You take it, take a mental note on how toned her organic arm is—although the other one seems to be just a regular prosthetic that was a few decades behind the current market. Damn, She was a really fucking good fighter then—underchrome but yet highly effective. Badass. 

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I'm sorry this is really short and not of the best quality I could write. I have been struggling to even write anything for some time now and I feel like I have to get something out there for my own sanity.

#cyberpunk 2077 #crossover #arcane fanfic #arcane x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #sevika x reader

[cadybear420]

Cadybear's Reviews- Rules of Engagement

Welcome to the first official Cadybear's Reviews post! We'll be starting with Rules of Engagement, which I have ranked on the "Bronze Tier" at 5 stars out of a possible 10.

Frankly, ROE was a mixed bag for me.

To start off, I know everyone and their Nana has complained about it before, but I found it incredibly pointless that our MC could only have male love interest options. There was literally nothing about her storyline that would make zero sense with a female LI. “But Audrey and Mira–” yes but they’re love interests for established side characters that you play as, rather than love interests for the character that is meant to be “your character”. Luckily this is the only time PB has ever done a male-LIs-for-MC-only story, but still. 

Not that having a female love interest option would have changed how bland MC’s romance is. Even though the love interests we do get were nice characters, the romances between them and the MC are incredibly empty. I guess that’s to be expected when your nana basically forces you to marry by the end of the summer in order for you to get your inheritance, but yeah. 

Most of the other romances aren’t much better. Audrey is incredibly unfair to Bookish Twin in the first two books, crying about how she “doesn’t care about her” just because she chose to focus on pursuing her career instead of Nana’s stupid list (can we please retire this trope already holy fuck). Though their moments in Book 3 and onwards were thankfully more pleasant.

Brother and Elena’s romance was weird with some ups and downs, but it became a hot mess in the Jeff Willoughby arc. I don’t even know what was going on in there. And it was even worse in Newlyweds; while Elena has every right to be upset about Brother not telling her about his ex-wife from over a year ago, she acts ridiculously petty and immature towards him over it and that made the story very unpleasant. 

About the only romances that weren’t clusterfucks were Party Twin’s romances (and even then, her sole female love interest option is very sidelined) and Cousin’s romance with Chaz. I mean, they were just as shallow as the MC’s romance, but they at least felt less rushed? Considering they didn’t get married, after all.

And what I think bugs me most of all, something that I think does not get criticized nearly enough as it should: The fact that this entire story revolves around Nana having fucking quid pro quos on the shares of the inheritance money. Like… why is she putting weird conditional challenges on inheritance? Who the fuck does that?

"Oh my dear daughter MC has to find love and get married by the end of the summer in order to get her inheritance owo!" Bitch what if she ends up being aro or demi??? Or is just not ready to marry yet- especially since she spent the first two books, y’know, escaping an unfaithful and manipulative partner???? She's the last person who would be ready to marry right away. 

"My son please marry your girlfriend of two years" but then the next thing you know they break up because they realized they’re a lesbian and a gay man. What are you gonna do then, Nana? Huh?? Huh??? Does Brother not get his inheritance if he’s gay??? 

"Party Twin must hold a job for the summer" oh yeah because that's just sooooo easy isn't it? I mean it’s not like unemployment is a major issue in today’s society or anything.

"Bookish Twin has to do this list of trying new things" and why, why, why, why, WHY is getting a tattoo on this list? As someone who is kinda very squeamish about tattoo pen needles, I would tell Nana to fuck right off, and then get a temporary tattoo instead because fuck you. And if Dinesh bitches about it being a temporary tattoo and not a real one, I WILL drop kick his ass.

And this isn’t even getting into all the other fucking challenges that Nana adds onto the first ones. Like, Nana, I get you're trying to teach the kids about family and loyalty and adventure, but putting tasks onto your grandkids’ inheritance is just such a dick move. 

Fuck the Nana honestly, she’s the real villain of this story. Yeah she’s even worse than the fucking Aunt. YEAH I SAID IT. In fact how don’t I know the Aunt wouldn’t even be horrible in the first place had she not been raised by a mother who thinks it’s okay to put these kinds of quid pro quos on inheritance. Turned her into a greedy, competitive, abusive bitch raising her under that mindset. Fuck you, Nana. (Okay, okay, I’m getting a bit extreme here). 

Anyways. Instead, I think we should have gotten a story about the siblings and cousin wanting to get this inheritance, but having difficulty meeting the stupid quid pro quos, and then eventually admitting to themselves that the stupid quid pro quos are indeed stupid, and then finding ways to cheat the quid pro quos, and doing so successfully. 

For example:

MC tries to fall in love with someone, but realizes she’s rushing too quickly after getting cheated on, then agrees to have a fake marriage with the person (who is knowing of the fake marriage), only to divorce them right after they get the money. And then we get to decide if she wants to start building an actual romance with them or not. 

Brother and Elena realize they’re a lesbian and a gay man and don’t want to marry, so they have a mutually-agreed-upon lavender wedding and then divorce the moment the Brother gets his inheritance. 

I’m not sure about the rest of them, Bookish Twin could probably be the one who is most furious with Nana since she’s forced to get a tattoo, and so she gets a temporary tattoo because fuck the Nana. Party Twin, on the other hand, could be the one who minds it the least as she does seem to have motivation to hold a job for the summer, but she starts to come around when she realizes how difficult that is. IDK how she’s supposed to cheat hers tho.

But for all its problems and all the criticism it gets… I didn’t hate it. Even with the whole premise of the plot being fundamentally fucked up right from the start. It was only Choices’s 4th series, so it’s clear they were still working out a lot of things. And as shitty as Nana was for putting quid pro quos on the inheritance,I did also enjoy some of the family ties themes, as well as the Cousin’s redemption arc. It was pretty lightheated for the most part and it felt much easier to take it as a silly soap opera style story (compared to something like TNA or TBB) because it didn’t feel like it was forcing me to take it seriously.

Overall, the series as a whole to me was just lighthearted dumb fun with a little touch of emotional family themes. It has… a lot of glaring problems and it could have been much better, but ultimately, it’s not something to be taken too seriously.

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Would you mind talking about the found family aspect of toh (or the lack of it in your opinion?)

So… I want to start by just mentioning that the Found Family Trope is new enough IN REALITY that its exact definitions are hard to really claim. What is required for a narrative to count as a found family narrative isn't very well defined in part because people are still figuring out what found family means in real life. Is it just a best friend you're really close to? Is it someone who's bailed you out of the worst place you've been in your life even if you've only talked five or so times for more than five minutes?

And worse yet, the concept of family IN GENERAL is very personal to most people. We may have an idea of what it is but is that the ideal family? Reality? How they treat you? Etc. like that. And taking all that confusion and emotion to a narrative is dangerous because you can just claim "The characters believe this" and it becomes hard for an audience to argue even if some part of them disagrees with it.

But we do need some level of definition to even talk about it so what is my personal definition for it? How do I think it should be defined versus a best friend in media? Well… I think it's a person that you tie into your identity, rather than simply you get along with. An attack on them is an attack on you. Even more importantly, it's reciprocated. They would also back you up in almost any circumstance.

They are your port in a storm. Even beyond possible romantic interests, they are who you trust PERIOD. It needs a deep amount of connection and is something you earn in a story, more than is simply there. You need interactions between these characters that progress their characters, tackle their fears, etc. like that AND have the characters around them show understanding, care and growth on such subjects because those people also care about you.

It is COMPLICATED and you cannot half ass it. It took an ENTIRE SEASON of half episodes for Amphibia to really sell just how much the Plantars were Anne's new family to make the family trip as effective and meaningful as it was. To make it so when Hop Pop calls Anne his kid, you don't even blink or celebrate because it feels natural for them to use titles that are so important.

As a note, the episode of AMPHIBIA that made me realize TOH didn't accomplish this was "The Day at the Aquarium". An episode that could have essentially been a clip show about the whole family reminiscing on the mistakes they can now laugh at, dangers they've been through together and the growth as people they've had. And watching it made me ask "Could… Could TOH even do this sort of episode with King, Eda and Luz?" And… I don't think so.

So let's finally actually get into this. Now, I will actually say S2 does it better… But the foundation is REQUIRED for this trope. After all, it's easy to have characters call each other family and treat each other like family if they just start doing it. But is there an arc into that? If there isn't, then these characters claiming this with each other isn't going to feel valid to the audience. After all, as an author you can claim anything you want. If you have not sold the concept to the audience though, they have every right to call bullshit on it. Some people question whether Luz, Willow and Gus are actually friends because of how little Luz gives a fuck about the other two, reaches out to them, etc. and that's a MUCH lower bar to clear.

So… Where do Luz, Eda and King start? Well, luckily that's not very hard. By actions and words, the relationships start with

Eda seeing King as an agreeable tenant and Luz as free labor,

King sees Eda as a powerful minion who's couch he can sleep on while Luz is just a minion,

and finally Luz sees Eda as a mentor and King as a puppy/novelty and both of them as an outlet for her fantasies.

And this is a fine starting point. It fits who the characters are (retcons about Eda and King's past aside, as contradictory as they are) and the world itself. It also allows them to start as actually pretty antagonistic with each other. King doesn't care about anyone other than himself, Eda just wants to make a quick buck with the minimal work she has to put in and Luz easily gets bored by the other two and fucks off to do what she wants. It kind of makes all three look worse which helps allow them to have more growth as characters.

The bigger problem is that it takes EIGHT FUCKING EPISODES for this to change. That's the whole point of Once Upon a Swap. They still look at each other as barely people at that point, like their problems mean nothing to each other and they're all annoying to each other, so now they need a change of perspective. That is the point admittedly of almost ANY swap episode but it is the explicit, narrative point of Once Upon a Swap.

And if you wanna argue with me, here's a quick rundown of the seven episodes previous (I'm mostly ignoring the opening jokes of episodes because this is about something deeper than those casual routines you get into with roommates or friends. This is about a deeper respect than you're going to get through a bunch of puns.):

Ep. 1: Sets these relationships.

Ep. 2: Mocking Luz for wanting a fantasy, sending her off to do work and King is focused on sleeping and snacks. They save Luz not because they have a care about her but because, you know, they're not evil people who are just going to let a young girl bite it. It does have a good ending with them overlooking the Isles but it hardly changes how they've treated Luz this entire episode, nor how they will treat her going forward.

Ep. 3: You have Eda and King making a point of how many bad bets Eda puts on King because it amuses her while Luz goes "Your teaching blows, I'm going to magic school." Theoretically, she learns to listen to Eda but looks pointedly at Adventure in the Elements

Ep. 4: Luz proves how little she respects or sees King as a person as even while he's teaching about demons, something Luz ostensibly should be interested in, she's too busy goofing around and squealing about how cute he is. They also screw over Eda by stealing from her and really throw into question how long King has lived with Eda because he never knew about the curse or elixirs before now in a proper way… somehow. Saving Eda and showing basic respect to King happens by the end but again, that's kind of the bare minimum to being good people. Like… You should give basic humanity to a stranger, let alone someone you're living with who you theoretically told to make this lesson for you.

Ep. 5: This one makes a very good point about how little Eda has taught Luz while Eda continues to shit on things that make Luz excited. She has no interest in the things Luz cares about and only through literary torture does she decide to go. You have King who fucks off entirely and only defends Luz as far as his own pride goes, to the point of having a joke right before episode break of "Oh, you're gonna lose" because once Luz started being his champion and a good minion, he stopped caring because he'd gotten what he'd asked and so salvaging the cupcake was a higher priority.

Ep. 6: Luz uses the house for a sleepover against Eda's wishes, with enough reluctance to show proper respect to Eda while still being a teenager, and… otherwise not much? Not wanting a tenant to be owned by someone else is, again, kind of basic when it comes to humanity so I don't even have much to say about the Eda and King stuff and Luz barely interacts with the other two in the episode.

Ep. 7: Luz straight up ditches the other two for the library while they have to deal with Bat Lady kids and… That's it. Luz doesn't interact with the other two and the other two are being comic relief.

And… I'll admit that this sounds harsh but when not looking for found family, it's all fine. In fact, a lot of it is entertaining to varying degrees, gives them unique personalities that are a bit different from most cartoons and gives the main cast almost a mercenary feel towards each other which is pretty unique. It actually functions just fine narratively.

Unless you're trying to tell me these people are going to become anything more than best friends. Because eight episodes of barely giving a shit about each other, of showing more than what would be expected on the neutral alignment line of D&D, isn't a great start to put it mildly. This gets worse when you remember that Season 1 is 19 episodes long so you spend close to half the season like this.

And remember: By the end of Season 1, Momma Eda is supposed to really be taking full force in how she sees Luz and King is supposed to want Luz to never leave. The found family aspect is going to get a lot strong going forward so we only have really until the S1 finale, when ALL of these characters are willing to die for each other, to turn this around.

King isn't even in the next episode in any real role though. The ninth episode is the Gus episode. Where Luz spends the entire time at Hexide and Eda decides to see about getting Luz no longer banned. Now, for Eda, this is actually good growth because she's willing to recognize the importance to this, not only for Luz as a person but also to Luz herself and so is willing to put effort into something Luz cares about. It's something that most would probably be willing to do for a friend.

But now we're actually halfway through the season… And we still have FIVE Hexide episodes. Five episodes where Luz fucks off to hang out with Hexide kids and the closest to Eda and King doing anything with Luz in these is chaperoning Grom, which isn't much, facilitating the brain jump spell and doing comic relief with Gus, and King and Gus helping King with his stage fright.

And again, none of this is bad… But it's not building a foundation for calling these people family. It's not even building a foundation for being friends outside of the silly jokes that Luz and King develop mostly off screen.

And while back fill and retcon can be used to help with things, your audience is going to remember the larger interactions more. So… What larger interactions DO we have?

Well, King gets three more in the checks episode list ENTIRE SEASON of interactions that are majorly with Eda or Luz. Four if you REALLY stretch it and count his 'role' in Young Blood, Old Souls, though he doesn't exactly do much. Otherwise, you have him using Eda's curse to his advantage for selfish purposes, him becoming famous and telling Luz and her ideas to fuck off until he's in trouble with his deadlines and finally Small Problems which is just a complete mess and actually shows off the problem with what's happened so far because even as early as that, King is claiming Luz isn't spending enough time with him… And why should she? What have you two done together? Actually, even better yet, WHY SHOULD YOU CARE!? You two have barely done anything on screen together, let alone anything that has been super positive or a major bonding moment for one another.

So… King's a bust. What about Eda at least? Momma Eda is crucial afterwards so at least her relationship with Luz is strong, correct?

Actually, fun aside, I haven't checked writing that leading statement so I actually don't know. Let's find out together.

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Okay, I swear this isn't a bit but… Even if you include Small Problems, Grom, and Escape of the Palisman… She has four. That's not a joke. It's actually more of a reminder of how much time Lilith takes up in the second half of the season. It also makes sense because Eda is just entirely out of commission for the last two episodes and seven episodes are already taken up by either Hexide or King.

So the one episode left to her… Is Adventure in the Elements. Where Luz doesn't listen to her or respect her. Grom is the next closest and it's spent with Eda mostly mocking Luz and chaperoning. So...

I actually ask all of you to look at an episode list yourself for a refresher but besides bits at the start or end of an episode, PLENTY if you're justifying them being friends… How much does the Owl Family really interact with each other? How good is their relationship going off what we've actually seen in the episodes?

Again, for selling them being friends, that's enough, especially for the S1 finale. Luz is a good person and wouldn't want to leave her mentor in worse shape than she first got there. For Eda, Luz is a final chance to have made a positive impact on the world and to claim that a part of her will go on after the curse consumes her. The two giving their lives for one another works on that wavelength.

But it's not because they're family. Not even close. And that is fine… Until the show leans into claiming Found Family was always a theme of it. When it very clearly wasn't.

Not to me at least. And again, starting from EPISODE ONE of S2, the entire family is treating each other better and with more respect than they ever did in S1, and the S1 finale is a good enough reason for that shift. They're now actually friends.

But it will be six episode after that where Luz and King are called Eda's kids, and one of them changes their last name, and Eda doesn't reject any of this. Six episodes to go from friends who are finally giving a shit about each other… and three of them are Hexide episodes. And besides Eda and King getting some Palistrom wood, they still the format of Hexide episodes (I'm counting Hunting Palisman in this) of having Luz just be away from the other two. Hunting Palisman doesn't even have a B plot with them, Escaping Expulsion does no character work between Eda and King and I don't think King and Eda even show up in Looking Glass Ruins.

So… No. I think the show proudly proclaims that it is found family, that Eda is truly Momma Eda through and through, it's writing checks that its actions have left it woefully prepared to cash.

And if it never tried writing them, none of this would have ever been a problem. But being Found Family makes it more special, doesn't it? And being able to be called special has often been more important to TOH than actually following through with the elements that would have made it special. And this is what makes deep diving analysis on this show so exhausting. *sigh*

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