#Deaf President Now

[anthonysperkins]

Meet the Artist 2025: Nyle DiMarco and Davis Guggenheim on “Deaf President Now!”

[leftistteendrama]

Switched At Birth was truly a revolutionary show, bringing awareness to historic events like the 1988 Gallaudet University protests. Here’s some Gallaudet 101 with the deaf and hard of hearing activists of Carlton! Listen to us break down this whole plotline on Ep 28 of Leftist Teen Drama, streaming wherever you get your podcasts!

[thecurvycritic]

SUNDANCE 2025: Deaf President Now!

Did you know that for 124 years #Galllaudet only had Presidents that were hearing? Welp...not anymore https://wp.me/p2v8yf-6Ow #deafpresidentnow #appletv #documentary #sundance

While attending Howard University, my apartment was just few blocks aways from Gallaudet University. While I had no idea what went down on that campus for eight days in 1988, Deaf President Now! won’t ever let me or the world forget how four students in the world’s only Deaf university, found a way to change the course of history 124 years later. With two Deaf candidates in consideration for the…

[tayvengeance]

I need to take a moment and talk about Last Twilight. The sheer realism in this show is really what I wanted to talk about. My uncle recently lost his eyesight after a medical episode, so I understand the people around Day quite well. The way this show is handling it is so spot on, and I just needed to express how close to home it hits.

Things like Day hitting his toe on the counter and having to find things in the cupboard by feel and muscle memory are small things that they didn’t leave out of his “healing process.” The way Mhok guides him but never coddles him is another thing I love. He gives Day space to do things on his own which Day needs as he’s accepting the fact he’ll never see again. When someone lives such an active and social life like him and has all their freedom basically taken away like that, it’s hard on them. Getting Day out of the house was one of the best things Mhok could do for him in the closed-off state Day was in when he was hired. Letting Day wait alone at the restaurant for August was not only such a great way to have Day trust and appreciate him, but also just good for Day in general to be out and regain confidence.

Mhok telling Day where his food was located like a clock is a very real thing. I know my uncle prefers finger foods and salads now because it’s easier to eat if he can feel what it is or just know that everything is in one bowl, which I feel is like the vibe Day is going with saying he only likes his mother’s cooking (since it’s familiar and he knows what she makes he doesn’t have to think much about what’s on his plate.)

Anywho, I just wanted to say I really enjoy the authenticity of this show and am so happy Jimmy and Sea have been able to portray their characters so realistically. I am so in love with the care that went into this show🥰

[sunshinestatecineplex]

Sundance 2025 Most Anticipated Documentaries

We run over the list of our most anticipated docs from the 2025 Sundance Film Festival. Movies about Speech & Debate, pop star Selena, and Stand Your Ground laws are at the center of some of our choices.

There are few festivals focus more on documentaries than the Sundance Film Festival. Every year, dozens of high-concept non-fiction films find their way to the event. Not only do they succeed here, but they often go on to find success on the international stage with Oscar and critics groups. Here are some of the Sundance 2025 most anticipated documentaries of the festival. We’ve highlighted these…

[bootleg-nessie]

Rating band names based on their accuracy:

(I keep updating this list so check back later)

The Beatles: 3/10. None of these people are beetles, they’re just a bunch of fruity guys from Liverpool with matching haircuts

(Edit: changed from 0/10 to 3/10 because John Lennon beat his wife)

Pink Floyd: 4/10. There is not a single person named Floyd in the band, but some of the members do arguably look kinda pink

Nirvana: 10/10. Getting high and listening to Nirvana is roughly what I imagine actual nirvana to be like

Foo Fighters: either 0/10 or 10/10. I have never seen foo in real life so either they’re pretending to fight a problem that doesn’t exist or they’re doing an absolutely fantastic job of fighting it

The Eagles: 0/10. Same as the Beatles, there is not a single eagle in this band. The name is misleading and we have all been lied to

Queen: 6/10. Partial points for Freddie Mercury

Led Zeppelin: 0/10. I don’t think any of these guys have ever even seen a zeppelin, let alone one made of lead. A lead balloon would crash faster than my hopes and dreams

The Rolling Stones: 3/10. There is not a single stone in this band. Some points added because I’m pretty sure they rolled quite a few

U2: 0/10. Despite what the name says, I am not a member of this band

Metallica: 9/10. Naming a metal band “Metallica” is like naming your dog “doggy”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: 2/10. These guys are not chili peppers. They’re not even that hot, let alone red hot

Guns N’ Roses: 0/10. How the fuck could a gun or a flower play music

Backstreet Boys: ?/10. Depends entirely on their current given location

Simon and Garfunkel: 10/10. No notes

The Doors: 1/10. Jim Morrison is kinda shaped like a door tho

Chicago: 4/10. The number of people in this band does not come even remotely close to the population of Chicago. Points added because it originated in Chicago

Earth, wind, and fire: 2/10. This is even more innacurate than Chicago. Points added because wind instruments were often used

Def Leppard: 3/10. There is not a single leopard in this band. Some of the members are probably kinda deaf by now tho

The Beach Boys: ?/10. Accuracy depends entirely on location

The Black Eyed Peas: 6/10. Not sure what the hell an ‘eyed pea’ is but the black part is pretty accurate

Imagine Dragons: ?/10. Depends entirely on whether or not they’re thinking about dragons.

Cage the Elephant: 1/10. Why would you do that. Let the elephant go

Green Day: 0/10. They’re not even green

The Police: 0/10. There is not a single cop in this band

KISS: 5/10. I’m sure they probably kissed sometimes

The Monkees: 0/10. Are you fucking kidding me

We Butter the Bread with Butter: 8/10. I can’t verify this but I have no reason to suspect that they’d lie. Butter seems like the most logical thing to butter bread with

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: 0/10. I got really excited about the concept of a lizard wizard only to be let down. My disappointment is immeasurable

They Might Be Giants: 5/10. I googled everyone in this band’s height, the tallest guy’s only 6’1 so I wouldn’t exactly consider him a giant. Then again, I can’t really argue because the claim was only that they MIGHT be giants

The Presidents of the United States of America: 2/10. None of these people are Joe Biden nor are any of them former presidents. This is incredibly misleading. I’m pretty sure “Lump” was written about my first girlfriend tho so I’ll give them a point or two

Gorillaz: 2/10 Not quite but we’re kinda close genetically so I’ll give them partial credit

The Killers: ?/10. I have no way of verifying if they’ve actually killed before but the fact that they’re not in prison tells me probably not

The Offspring: 10/10. These guys are definitely somebody’s offspring

Arctic Monkeys: 1/10. They are neither monkeys nor are they from the arctic

Thirty Seconds to Mars: 1/10. It takes WAY longer to get to mars than that

Beastie Boys: 8/10. They’re pretty beast on the guitar

Jimmy Eat World: 1/10. Slow the fuck down Jimmy, you’re biting off way more than you can chew

Hole: 9/10. One point deducted because I’m pretty sure they had more than one hole

Rage Against the Machine: 10/10. They did exactly that

Alice In Chains: 0/10. This is illegal. Let Alice go

The Band: 10/10. This could not possibly be more accurate

Nine Inch Nails: 1/10. I can’t find any good pictures of their feet but from what I can tell their fingernails definitely aren’t nine inches long

Bush: ?/10. Not quite sure about this one, felt uncomfortable asking

The Who: 2/10. I’m not dealing with this “Who’s On First” bullshit

Radiohead: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a radio for a head

Queens of the Stone Age: 0/10. This band should be called “five random dudes from the modern era” but FRDFTMA is a bit of a mouthful

Soundgarden: 2/10. Sound does not grow in the garden

Sonic Youth: 5/10. They’re not exactly youth anymore but the sonic part checks out

Talking heads: 8/10. There’s more to the band than just a bunch of disembodied heads but the heads do tend to talk

The Cranberries: 0/10. Decent music but I only added them so that the Beatles and Freddie Mercury weren’t the only fruits on this list

The Wiggles: 8/10. They do tend to wiggle a lot

Blue Man Group: 10/10. Yep!

Weezer: 5/10. They all look like they definitely have asthma

Limp Bizkit: 3/10. While the visual image of baked goods playing the guitar is hilarious, Fred durst is not a biscuit. Points added because he probably has erectile dysfunction

Stone Temple Pilots: 0/10. None of these people are accredited as being licensed to pilot anything, much less an entire stone temple. Stone temples don’t need pilots anyways

Wasted Youth: 8/10. I guess it really kinda depends on how you frame it but yeah, they probably wasted a lot of it

Them Crooked Vultures: 3/10. These are people and not birds but Dave Grohl’s posture is kinda bad and John Paul Jones is so old that his neck kinda looks like a vulture’s so I added some points

Audioslave: 0/10. Slavery is illegal

Traveling Wilburys: 4/10. Sure, they traveled a lot but not a single one of those lying bastards was named Wilbury

D12: 6/12. There were only 6 people in this band

NWA: 10/10. I’m a little too white to safely comment on this one but I’d say they nailed it

Jet: 1/10. A real jet would be way too loud

Goldfinger: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a finger made out of gold

No Doubt: ?/10. I can’t really be too sure how Gwen Stefani felt but I think it’s probably a safe assumption that she had some doubts

The White Stripes: 3/10. I bet if you stripped them down naked and made them stand shoulder to shoulder and squinted really hard they’d probably look more like white stripes

Screaming trees: 3/10. They scream occasionally

Garbage: 2/10. I think they’re being a little harsh on themselves, their music isn’t THAT bad

Butthole Surfers: 5/10. Not even gonna touch this one

Megadeth: 3/10. To be fair, some of the former members are dead but only a little amount of death, not mega death

Dead Kennedys: 2/10. Last I checked Kennedy was still dead but neither he nor his clones are members of this band

Cake: 0/10. The cake is a lie

Cracker: 8/10. Most of them are

Tool: 7/10. I don’t know much about their music but they sure look like tools

Counting Crows: ?/10. Is this what emo kids do instead of counting sheep? Accuracy depends on whatever bird they happen to be counting at the moment

Dave Matthews Band: 10/10. It certainly is

Oasis: 1/10. Their music is the opposite of an oasis

Blur: 2/10. They are not that fast

Barenaked Ladies: 0/10. If I wanted to be this disappointed I’d reestablish a connection with my biological father instead

Meat Puppets: 10/10. Technically, aren’t we all?

Live: 8/10. Apparently they still do live shows but I deducted some points because I’ve only ever heard their music on Spotify

ABBA: 9/10. I’m still not giving any points to Guns N’ Roses but that’s mostly out of spite

5 Finger Death Punch: 8/10 I guess it probably depends on how hard you hit them but this seems to be the usual amount of fingers to punch somebody with

All American Rejects: 9/10. They’re all rejects from America so I don’t really see any issue with this

T. Rex: 0/10. Even if any of these people WAS a T. Rex I don’t think their arms would be long enough to play their instruments

Free: 0/10. Unless you steal their music, in which case it becomes a 10/10

The Strokes: 3/10. To my knowledge, none of them have had a stroke but I still added a few points because the name was probably accurate for other reasons

The Smashing Pumpkins ?/10. Another thing I have no way of verifying but this seems like a waste of perfectly good pumpkins

Therapy?: ?/10. The hell are they asking me for? I don’t know their medical history

Twenty One Pilots. 0/10. There’s only two of them and neither is a licensed pilot

Finger Eleven: 0/10. Leave the poor Stranger Things girl out of this

Fall Out Boy: 9/10. I conferred with an expert on this one who confirmed that they are in fact boys who had a falling out

Cream: 8/10. Considering this was the OG supergroup I’m sure a lot of people did in fact cream when their music came out

Edit: humans aren’t fucking monkeys. Stop saying we are

[mercgaydes]

Delusional woman claimed to be #cancelled but had a no 1 song. Pls stand in your hateration we need more bodies !!

no exactly bc like she’s out here milking the kim & kanye incident for all it’s worth when like the things she’s been cancelled for this year are *checks notes* environmental damage, dating a racist/misogynist, and a fan dying due to conditions at her concert

[leviathanspain]

OMG I am living for the Finnick content!!! Could I request something with angst to fluff, with the prompt “look at me, look at me, you’re okay, we’re okay”? Maybe set after catching fire when they both wake up in district 13? Thank you!!

watercolor eyes

finnick odair x reader

synopsis: you didn’t think you would ever see those watercolor eyes again…

a/n: i used hearing loss as reader’s injury, there is no real explanation, so make one up :)

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it was a stunning color, almost indescribable. he was saying something, his hands moved frantically, you could see them in your peripheral. yet you remained in a trance with his eyes, watching them as they frantically searched yours. then, you realized his lips were moving, and you couldn’t hear him.

“do you think she can hear us?” he blinked, refusing to get emotional at just the thought. from how close you had been, it definitely could’ve resulted in hearing loss. the rescuing of who they could get in the arena didn’t go very well, and he hated to admit that he almost lost you. how he lost peeta and johanna, something that already weighed heavy on him.

suddenly, a scream erupted from you. finnick rose from your side, hands trying to calm you down. you were getting redder as you screamed, exhausting yourself.

“y/n!” he shouted, hoping you’d hear him and stop, but didn’t realize that you were screaming because you couldn’t hear your own voice.

you were panicking. from the looks of finnick, he could hear you, but you couldn’t hear your loud screaming. you felt the vibrations of your own voice, hand at your throat. but nothing was heard. your breath hitched as the stark realization dawned on you. you couldn’t even hear ringing in your ears.

helplessly, you gripped finnick’s arm as he searched your eyes. a doctor practically sprinted towards you. you panicked, gripping onto finnick as you fought off the doctor, a syringe in his hand. you screamed again, now out of reflex. finnick was trying to calm you down but it was hard for someone who had gone temporarily deaf. or at least he hoped it would be temporary. there was no knowing the damage.

“y/n.” he spoke as if you could hear him, shouting wouldn’t change things. you could feel his fingers on your cheek, gently wiping them as tears escaped your eyes.

you wanted to look at him, focus on his eyes, imagine the engulfing waters of the ocean, free to take you and finnick to places you could only dream of.

but the needle stabbing you wouldn’t let you float your mind away.

you wouldn’t be able to hear the ocean, let alone see it.

you grilled finnick’s arm, eyes fighting to stay connected to his, but they fluttered shut, getting one last glimpse of those watercolor eyes.

finnick watched as your eyes fluttered shut. he had been comforting you in a way he knew wasn’t helping. “you’re okay…” he whispered, “you’ll be okay.” he brushed a hair from your voice as your expression calmed. the doctors had decided to sedate you upon your outburst. “i’m sorry.” he whispered more, laying you down back into the bed, words repeating like a broken record.

it had been a week.

your ears were still sensitive, and you had been ordered to stay away from any and all loud noises, which meant you often stayed behind for when president coin called her meetings.

katniss had been making progress, from what you had gathered in whispers from finnick.

“only whispers.” he had whispered the first words you were able to hear. “doctor’s orders.” he smiled brightly. you exhaled, nodding as you matched his whisper. even the sound of your own voice was excruciating in volume. you had tried to force yourself to get used to loud volumes, but it was impossible.

it was more pain than it was worth, that even sometimes the whispers were too sharp.

so you and finnick often settled for a comforting silence. he would hold you in his arms, brushing your hair from your face as you stared deep into his eyes.

he grounded you, from the moment you met him, he had been nothing but kind. he loved you, killed for you, saved you.

“i love you.” you whispered so quietly you wondered if he could even hear you.

he looked down at you, having glanced away for a mere moment. his smile extended up to his eyes, “i love you more.” he whispered, still careful to be quiet.

[disast3rtransp0rt]

I fucking hate our government so much.

But if we allow an actual fascist to put MORE people on the Supreme Court then we're fucked. Our whole country is fucked. At least with Fuckwit Genocide Biden we know biracial and queer marriage rights are protected. Double Fuckwit SuperGenocide Trump would be worse for literally everyone because he wants to roll every Civil Rights protection back.

I've been teaching history and reading so many goddamn awful things so trust me. I don't like it either. I think it's all total bullshit.

But I'll still be at the polls cause if I don't show up, the fascists will.

Block any account that tells you not to vote.

You don’t need to waste your time investigating whether they are a bot or a psy-op or a misinformed rube. It doesn’t matter. Either way, they add no value to your dashboard. Block and move on.

Then make a plan for Tuesday, November 5, 2024. Register, confirm you’re still registered, check your voting location or register to vote absentee or by mail.

[endless-ineffabilities]

Official Business

President Aemond Targaryen x f!reporter reader

a/n: I caved in and listened to the depraved gremlins in my mind. I hope you enjoy this official intro, you're welcome.

also, thank the gods for Rue (@peachysunrize) for creating the hottest gif of all time.

themes/warnings: language, barely-there smut, infidelity, unequal power dynamic, gross misuse of a fancy desk, getting involved with a politician (also gross)

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Update! - upcoming series

President Aemond demands the company of his favourite reporter, whom he has been eyeing for quite some time.

You try to walk with your head held high, but your clammy hands and racing heartbeat betray your nerves.

“President Aemond wishes for you to grace his suite,” was all they said. They, being two imposing bodyguards in impeccably tailored black suits, occasionally touching their earpieces as if confirming orders.

“What does he want?” you asked, your voice coming out weak and tentative. More importantly, why you?

They only shrugged, impassive. Whether they didn’t know or didn’t care, it wouldn’t matter anyway. The President always gets what he wants.

You’d only spoken to President Aemond in your capacity as a reporter, part of the small circle allowed to amplify his words to the public. The first time was at the annual Westerosi Gala, where he arrived with First Lady Floris Baratheon on his arm. Your colleagues whispered incessantly about how the uncut footage showed his gaze barely straying from you, even with his stunning aristocratic wife beside him.

Your supervisor even had the footage edited. “You don’t need the media vultures swarming you,” he reasoned, trying to sound reassuring.

Now, after covering yet another event in Highgarden, it seems you’ve been summoned for an exclusive interview in the President’s suite. You hope that’s all it is.

After all, you can’t be another victim of President Aemond’s wandering eye. Socialites like Alys Rivers and Lara Lannister had been publicly shredded after being exposed as his mistresses.

You never understood his affairs. They seemed so juvenile, reckless even for the youngest President ever elected. Barely thirty and in the highest position imaginable. And yet, what truly baffled you was why Floris stayed.

“Ma’am, the Presidential Suite,” one of the guards states as he opens a set of ornate ivory doors for you. “The President is waiting inside.”

Your feet move automatically, sparing you from blurting something that would inevitably fall on deaf ears. But as you cross the threshold, you turn and ask, “Will you be waiting to escort me back to – ”

The doors shut behind you. Of course.

The suite is grand – no expense was spared for the President. A perfect blend of classic Valyrian architecture, all white marble and gold accents. It’s more impressive than you could have imagined, having marvelled at the Highgarden Hotel from the outside for years.

“Come,” you hear a voice command, smooth and authoritative, from the room to the left of the main parlour. 

You head in that direction, mentally steeling yourself. Just get this over with.

There he is, leaning casually against a wide desk, dressed sharply in a tailored blue suit and crimson tie. The moonlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows catches the scar across his left eye, the glint of his prosthetic eye giving him an almost sinister allure. The kind that draws people in despite themselves.

Maybe it wasn’t immaturity driving his affairs. Maybe he was just too beautiful to resist. You roll your eyes at the stupid thought, surprised with yourself.

“Something amusing?” His voice is tinged with laughter.

Gods, you just rolled your eyes in front of the President.

“N-no,” you stammer, immediately flustered. “I’m sorry, Mister President. It’s just... I thought of something funny. Not about you! I mean, I’m sure you can be funny, but - ”

“Relax, angel,” he chuckles, raising a hand to stop your rambling. The term “angel” lingers in the air, branding itself into your mind.

You quickly introduce yourself, fumbling through your full government name like a nervous schoolgirl.

“We’ve met before,” he reminds you, smirking. “Am I that forgettable?”

“No, I know we have,” you nod quickly, “just not in such a… private setting.”

The corner of his mouth quirks at your choice of words, and his gaze sweeps over you with an intensity that sends heat rushing through your body. He hums softly, and the sound settles uncomfortably low in your stomach. Gods, get it together.

“I was told you wanted to see me, Mister President?”

“Aemond,” he corrects. 

You nod, offering your nickname in return, but he only smiles, shaking his head slightly. “Thank you, but I think I’ll stick with ‘angel.’”

Weird, considering how this is your first proper conversation with him, you think, but nod regardless.

He gestures to the plush chairs in front of the desk. “Sit, please.”

You comply, smoothing your dress nervously. Thankfully, it’s modest enough – a safe choice that flows just above your knees.

“How are you?” he asks, his voice polite but edged with something else. Part of you wishes he’d just get to the point, but another part – one you’d rather not acknowledge – wants to stay, to drink in the sight of him. Aemond Targaryen, the most powerful man in Westeros, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the world.

“I’m doing well,” you reply, your smile faltering under his heavy gaze.

He hums again, eyes dipping to your lips. That same maddening hum that sets your nerves alight.

“You must be wondering why I asked for you tonight,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “I wanted us to get better acquainted. You’ve caught my attention, angel. I find you… intriguing.”

“But you don’t know me,” you counter quickly, heart racing.

“I know more than you think,” he says, eyes narrowing playfully. “You studied at the Casterly Rock Institute for Journalism. Top of your class, until your grades dropped in your final year because you were taking care of your ailing aunt. That says more about you than any degree.”

He continues, “You’re an only child. Estranged from your parents, especially your mother, after she remarried. You’ve moved city to city since, keeping your distance. Avoiding attachments, especially romantic ones.”

You freeze, his words hitting too close to home. There’s an amused lilt to his voice at the end, and you desperately want to respond with a defensive retort, but you hold your tongue. You like your job after all. He’s the President. One call and he could have you right back in the unemployment pool.

“Am I correct?” His lips curl into a knowing smirk.

You manage a small nod. Damn him.

“How do you know all this?” you ask quietly, stunned. You wonder if there are hidden cue cards somewhere in the room, informing him of the details of your relatively uneventful life. There is no way he actually made the effort to memorise all these details about you. But then again, he is the Commander-in-Chief of the country. He must have trained himself to know everything about everyone. You’re not special – just another face in his immediate vicinity. 

“I make it my business to know people,” he replies smoothly. “Especially those who interest me.”

He reaches out to take your hand, pulling you gently to stand before him as he perches on the edge of his desk. The proximity is intoxicating. “And you, angel, have caught my eye. You’re the object of my desire. Can you say the same of me?”

His words leave you breathless, the floor slipping from under you. You’re no better than the others, drawn into his orbit. “I’d be an idiot not to find you attractive, Aemond.”

He smirks. “I adore the way you say my name.”

“There’s nothing special about the way I say it.”

“There is,” he insists, his voice low and rough as his hand moves to smooth a stray hair from your face. “You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.” His expletive takes you aback, so unbecoming of someone of his status. 

“I’m not a fool,” you shoot back, forcing yourself to remain steady. “I’ve heard about your... doings.”

“My doings?” He raises an eyebrow, amused.

“You’re married obviously,” you say bluntly. “And you’ve had affairs. Women like Alys Rivers, Lara Lannister…”

He doesn’t flinch. “I’ve had lovers, yes, but my marriage is... loveless. Floris and I, we’ve always been an arrangement for political convenience.”

“That doesn’t justify anything.”

He steps closer, his eyes darkening. “I’m trapped. I can’t leave her. It would destroy my reputation. But she has her own lovers too.”

“And so you feel entitled to have yours?”

He breathes deeply, gaze unwavering. “Not just anyone. I want you, angel. Only you.”

You feel yourself dangerously close to giving in, especially when his gaze drops to your lips and he shamelessly licks his own. Desperate to stay composed, you ask, “Am I just another lover to add to your collection? I may be a lowly journalist compared to you, Mister President, but I have a reputation to protect too.”

“I know this, angel,” he whispers, his voice softer now, yet drawing closer with every word. “I’ll protect you.”

“Did you protect Alys? Or Lara? Or the others?” you challenge, though your voice falters.

“They orchestrated their own downfall,” he says coolly, his expression unreadable. “They used me for power. That was out of my hands.”

Oh. His words momentarily rattle your resolve, but you shake your head, trying to pull yourself out of the spell he’s weaving over you. “No, this is wrong,” you murmur, the words weak on your tongue. But his warm breath fans your face, luring you into the same madness he claims to feel.

“Is this wrong?” he whispers, his lips grazing yours – featherlike, teasing, barely there. Then, as if something shifts within him, he kisses you again, harder this time, his mouth pressing hungrily against yours. His tongue traces the curve of your bottom lip, sending a rush of heat through your body as you teeter on the edge of reason.

You cave, for a few seconds, letting your lips dance with his own in a battle for dominance. You elicit a growl out of him, and he picks you up and swaps your bodies so that you are perched atop his desk. 

“Gods,” he purrs, against the heat of your neck. “Sweeter than I imagined. You’re a fucking angel.” His gaze is arresting as his hands slide from your ankles to the hem of your dress, lifting it higher and higher until your moist panties are exposed to the cool air. 

You collect yourself as if hit by a dizzying wave of whiplash, pushing him away with a sharp shove. “Stop – wait, Mister Pres – Aemond…”

He stumbles, lips swollen and slick, his good eye darkened, pupil blown wide. “Right, sorry…” His breath comes heavy as he averts his gaze, and you smooth your dress down, feeling the weight of the moment between you. He straightens, his posture stiffening as if suddenly remembering who he is. “I didn’t mean to push you, angel.”

“You didn’t –”

“It was wrong of me to –”

“Aemond,” you cut in softly, your hand slipping between you to squeeze his in reassurance. “It’s okay. I wanted it too.”

A genuine smile blooms on his lips, innocent and sweet, but it fades just as quickly at your next words. “But this can’t happen again. We can’t happen.”

"Why not?" His voice is low, measured, but there’s an edge to it. "Why can’t we? You say you wanted it too."

“We both know why,” you murmur, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. You turn to leave, but hesitate just long enough to say, “Goodbye, Mister President.”

“Angel,” he calls softly, and it’s the only word he offers.

As you step out of his suite, the door closing behind you with a quiet finality, a thought begins to take root, unsettling in its persistence – he never actually said goodbye.

And deep down, you know this isn’t over. Something stirs in your chest, an uneasy certainty - while this is the first of these kinds of encounters, it won’t be the last. 

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[leftistteendrama]

💖TRAILER DROP💖 Deaf Students ‘Occupy Carlton’ to Save Their School on ‘Switched at Birth’ in Homage to Historic Gallaudet Protests: Maria feat. Kelly Diaz analyzing one of the plotlines central to her diss!

Episode #28 of Leftist Teen Drama premieres tomorrow, Sun, Nov 17!

[fans4wga]

SAG-AFTRA president Fran Drescher's strike announcement speech

FULL TRANSCRIPT:

Thank you. Thank you everyone for coming to this press conference today. It's really important that this negotiation be covered because the eyes of the world and particularly the eyes of labor are upon us. What happens here is important, because what's happening to us is happening across all fields of labor. By means of when employers make Wall Street and greed their priority and they forget about the essential contributors that make the machine run. We have a problem. And we are experiencing that right at this moment. This is a very seminal hour for us.

I went in, in earnest, thinking that we would be able to avert a strike. The gravity of this move is not lost on me, or our negotiating committee, or our board members, who have voted unanimously to proceed with a strike.

It's a very serious thing that impacts thousands if not millions of people, all across this country and around the world. Not only members of this union, but people who work in other industries that service the people that work in this industry. And so it came with great sadness that we came to this crossroads, but we had no choice. We are the victims here; we are being victimized by a very greedy entity.

I am shocked by the way the people that we have been in business with, are treating us. I cannot believe it, quite frankly. How far apart we are on so many things. How they plead poverty, that they are losing money left and right while giving hundreds of millions of dollars to their CEOs. It is disgusting. Shame on them. They stand on the wrong side of history at this very moment.

We stand in solidarity, in unprecedented unity. Our union and our sister unions and the unions around the world are standing by us, as well as other labor unions. Because at some point the jig is up. You cannot keep being dwindled and marginalized and disrespected and dishonored. The entire business model has been changed. By streaming, digital, AI. This is a moment of history that is a moment of truth. If we don't stand tall right now, we are all going to be in trouble. We are all going to be in jeopardy of being replaced by machines and big business who cares more about Wall Street than you and your family.

Most of Americans don't have more than $500 in an emergency. This is a very big deal, and it weighed heavy on us. But at some point, you have to say no. We’re not going to take this anymore. You people are crazy. What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Privately they all say we’re the center of the wheel. Everybody else tinkers around our artistry, but actions speak louder than words. And there was nothing there. It was insulting.

So we came together in strength and solidarity and unity with the largest strike authorization vote in our union's history. And we made the hard decision that we tell you, as we stand before you today. This is major. It's really serious and it is going to impact every single person that is in labor. We are fortunate enough to be in a country right now that happens to be labor friendly. And yet, we are facing opposition that was so labor unfriendly. So tone deaf to what we are saying. You cannot change the business model as much as it has changed and not expect the contract to change too.

We are not going to keep doing incremental changes on a contract that no longer honors what is happening right now with this business model that was foisted upon us. What are we doing? Moving around furniture on the titanic? It's crazy.

So the jig is up, AMPTP. We stand tall. You have to wake up and smell the coffee. We are labor and we stand tall and we demand respect. And to be honored for our contribution. You share the wealth because you cannot exist without us. Thank you.

[cheesus-doodles]

Ringing in the New Year with Toman

Masterlist

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Had this cute idea about writing some small New Year Eve scenarios but this massive writer’s block got me good ;w; it’s a bit late but i’m glad to have gotten this done! more to come in a bit

“Stuff it! I already called dibs!”

Kazutora, however, wasn’t having it, his leg shooting out to connect with the back of Mikey’s side as the duo-colored hair delinquent attempted to dislodge the other. “No! I got here first!”

You simply sighed, returning apologetic looks to the disapproving and wary glances your little group was receiving from the surrounding crowd, your kimono sleeve hitching as you reached to rub the back of your neck. The stars that usually blanketed the night sky were unfortunately covered behind a rolling group of clouds, though that was the last thing on your mind at the moment, you spotting from the corner of your eye Baji starting to fidget, his amber gaze eyeing the squabbling pair of delinquents still latched onto either of your arms.

You couldn’t even say for sure what they were bickering about, but knowing your three boys, it was probably something mundane.

The red lanterns that lined both sides of the path leading up to the shrine swayed in the gentle breeze, the strong sense of incense wafting down from the censor at the top of the stairs stinging your nose. It was New Year’s Eve, and you had been standing in the frigid air for a good part of the past hour, and it was clear that the constant waiting was getting to your Toman boys, even if it was their idea to do this. Kazutora and Mikey have escalated to butting heads right now, hands tangled in and yanking at each others’ hair, with an amused Draken and Mitsuya egging them on from the sidelines. Pah was more worried about when the food stalls would open.

The piercing stares from the general public were getting unbearable at this point. You checked your watch again, even as you were yanked right, then left, and then right again, the once tranquil night quickly filling with their bickering that kept growing louder and louder. Another half hour to go before midnight. “Guys, this really isn’t the best time,” you attempted to shush the two, as you turned to send a warning glance to Baji, who was right on the verge of jumping in on the action. “Can we decide this later? At home?” Your words fell on deaf ears as expected, with Kazutora and Mikey having escalated to a full-scale brawl in public, with punches to the face and kicks flying in every which direction.

It was right about then that Draken and Mitsuya changed their minds from instigators to interveners - and you could only be partially sure that it was from your polite request that got through to them and not due to the fact that you barely dodged a leg being swung your way. “Hey!” The Toman Vice President snapped, his arms swiping to catch Mikey in the chest, while the Second Division Captain stamped his foot horizontally and straight into Kauztora’s waist, effectively separating the two from tearing each other apart. “I said to stop it!”

He said to stop it? Well, you were sure it was you who proposed the idea, but whatever worked.

Baji however, in his misguided attempt to ‘help’, looped one arm through yours, the black-haired boy puffing up his chest as he announced loudly: “You shitheads don’t have to fight because I’ll be ringing the suzu bell with her.”

Oh so that’s what they were fighting about.

Instantly, you could see the veins throbbing in the foreheads of every Toman founder present (save Pah), as four pairs of eyes turned to lock onto Baji like clockwork. One second passed. Then two. Everyone in the line including you held their breaths, scared to be the one to ignite the leaking gasoline. Too little too late however, and as the silent bell went off, Toman’s First Division Captain thankfully freed you from his grip as the other delinquents lunged for him, with what remained of the sanctity of shrine grounds forgotten in the tussle that ensued.

The crowd around your group shuffled a little further, eager to give the brawling boys as much space as possible. You didn’t think your face could turn another redder under the judging stares. Instead you turned your back on them, determined to pretend as much as possible that you weren’t a part of their silly fights, huffing slightly as you did so. It was almost the new year for crying out loud, couldn’t they behave just this time?

But then you looked at your group of friends now sprawled across the floor and yanking at each other’s hakamas, and your eyes softened as you failed to bite back the chuckle that slipped your lips watching them quarrel. You really couldn’t ask for better friends than them.

Thankfully for you, you were truly saved by the bell, with the line beginning to shuffle forward as your watch reached midnight. In the distance, the sound of fireworks lighting up the night sky ushered in what you hoped would be another great year in the company of your friends. Though that didn’t mean you would be waiting for the five delinquents to finish their fight. You simply stepped forward with the moving line, slowly but surely leaving the Toman founders behind, still engrossed in their arguments.

Boys, honestly.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 144 }

rose-colored boy.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ lowkey, no pressure | just hang with me and my weather! }

sung jinwoo was simply curious about you and how you were doing, that’s all.

he wasn’t inclined to watch you because he had the biggest crush on you, oh no. you were just… special to him.

that’s why he put so many of his soldiers within your shadow, (because he did that for all those he cared about!)

but he had to admit, there were a few times when he snuck glances at you through his soldier’s eyes, managing to catch you in some pretty… vulnerable moments.

from talking animatedly with your best friend,

to running errands and shopping for groceries,

and even while you enjoyed some time to yourself while drinking coffee at your favorite café.

sometimes, the shadow monarch couldn’t help himself when he caught you during these mundane moments, admiring you as you simply enjoyed your life.

but perhaps the moment that truly set his heart aflame was the moment he caught you taking a shower, seeing the sight of your bare back as the soap suds slid down your form was enough to make the entirety of his face turn a bright, tomato red.

he couldn’t escape the vision fast enough, hissing at his soldiers to keep their eyes closed as they continue to protect you from within the confines of your shadow. he wanted them to give you your privacy, but admittedly, his mind was still racing a mile a minute as he kept replaying that scene of you showering over and over again.

in the end, he felt so guilty for seeing you at such a vulnerable state, so much so that he invited you out to dinner with him, promising you that you could choose wherever you wanted to eat as he paid for it all (“my treat!”)

he was happy when you accepted his offer, but was still too embarrassed to tell you the reason why he wished to treat you to dinner. ever since that fateful moment he had seen you taking a shower, he had stopped watching you from your shadow, silently promising to give you the privacy that you deserved -

yet now, when he could feel his soldiers sending distress signals, filled with concern for you, he knew he couldn’t fight back his anxieties anymore. he closes his eyes and looks through his soldier’s eyes, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

in his vision, he sees you curled up in bed while wrapped within your thick blankets. a half-empty glass of water coupled along with some medicine helped jinwoo piece together that you had fallen ill with a fever. he takes himself away from the vision and makes his way out of his guild’s office.

“what…? boss, where are you going?” jinho calls out to him, but jinwoo simply waves him off.

“she’s sick.”

knowing from the tone of his president’s voice that he would not be able to focus on making any plans for future raids and partnerships when it involved you, jinho simply waves him off, promising that he’ll take care of any calls or reports that come by.

yet sadly, his words fall upon deaf ears when jinwoo shuts the door behind him, solely focused on getting back to you.

{ … }

your breathing comes out in heavy pants the moment you heard several knocks coming from your door.

a moan escapes from your chapped lips when you forced yourself out of bed. with the blankets wrapped around you, you tried to fight back the dizziness and pounding felt against your temple.

by some miracle, you manage to open the door as you saw jinwoo himself standing before you. you were about to ask what he was doing here, but ended up succumbing to one of your dizzy spells, forcing him to catch you within his embrace.

you were dimly aware of the sounds of plastic bags rustling as the s-rank hunter closes your door and carried you back into your room. you vaguely hear his words of concern, but couldn’t say anything to him due to your weakened state.

“…when did you last take your medicine?”

somehow, within what seems like mere seconds, you found yourself back in bed, with jinwoo already tucking you in. he brushes back your damp strands of hair while looking down at you, eyes filled with concern.

you swallow thickly and tell him in a raspy voice, “about an hour ago.”

a gentle smile paints his handsome features as he allows the pad of his thumb to caress at your bottom lip. “poor baby… here, let me take care of you. i’ll make you some rice porridge; something easy to digest that won’t upset your stomach too badly.”

your face felt flushed due to your fever, and you let out a gentle squeak in response, hiding your face within your blankets. “you would c-cook for me?”

jinwoo hums while gently ruffling at your hair. “yeah. it’s my mom’s recipe, and i always made this for jinah when she’s unwell. it’ll make you feel so much better, you just wait here for me, okay?”

“okay.”

you watch as he disappears, going into what you assumed would be your kitchen as he brought his groceries with him. your mind was still hazy, hearing the gentle banging and clatters of pans coming from your kitchen.

comforted by the sound of jinwoo cooking in your kitchen, you visibly felt your body relaxing against your bed. your eyes were a little heavy, feeling drowsy once more as your medication began to take effect-

however, the moment you could smell the delicious scent of chicken and garlic with a hint of ginger did your mouth begin to water. as if sensing your increased appetite, jinwoo reappears once more, this time with a bowl filled with the rice porridge he had made for you.

eager to try his cooking, you manage to weakly sit up from your spot on the bed, eyes glimmering at jinwoo.

“you shouldn’t have…”

he playfully shushes you, sitting beside you on the bed, feeling your mattress dip down with his added weight. as he picks up the spoon and fills it with the rice porridge, gathering tiny bits of scallion and bite-sized pieces of chicken with it, you could feel your mouth further salivating in response. all too eager to try it, you open your mouth wide and allow the hunter to feed you.

moans of absolute delight were heard coming from your lips as you absolutely demolished his rice porridge. with each bite he fed to you, you could feel your strength steadily returning, still eating the entire bowl until every last drop of it was drained.

jinwoo lets out a proud whistle, admiring the empty bowl while dropping the spoon into it, basking in its gentle clanking sound. “wow, i’m proud of you for having such a healthy appetite, even now.”

you pout and gently shove at his chest at the way he was teasing you. but he took no offense to your actions, simply smiling down at you with a fondness before standing back to his full height while taking the empty bowl.

“i’ll go ahead and wash this, then i’ll head on out. and no worries, i’ll lock the door for you using your spare key so that you can rest easy.”

before he could leave your room, your hands immediately reach out to wrap around his wrist, stopping him from leaving you.

you were panting slightly, and you hoped that jinwoo would assume that your heated face was because of your fever (not because of your desire for him to remain by your side.)

your eyes were pleading at him to stay.

“stay with me… please?”

the moment jinwoo’s gaze softens in response to your words, you knew that you had him wrapped around your fingers. he places the bowl back against your nightstand before joining you in bed.

you eagerly scoot over, making space for him on your mattress as his arms automatically wrap themselves around your form. feeling greedy, you bury your face within his chest while listening to the sounds of his beating heart.

you weren’t sure what kind of label to put on the relationship you had with jinwoo. you knew that on the surface you were considered friends with him-

but the way he treated you bordered more on the cusp of romance.

you knew that you had feelings for him, but had yet to truly come clean to him, confessing all of the emotions you felt for him.

but perhaps… now was a good time to tell him?

because really, could he possibly reject you when you were sick and at your weakest?

so, with a sharp inhale, you decide to let it all out in one go. removing your face from his chest, you meet his gaze and tell him, “jinwooiamsoinlovewithyou….!”

jinwoo frowns when he hears the plethora of words seeming to mesh together as they escaped from your lips. his eyebrows were furrowed, and he carefully replays your words over and over again-

before a huge grin was seen settled on his handsome face.

instead of answering your confession, he turns around so that he could better hold you in his arms, humming while pressing his lips against your forehead, grateful to feel the dampness of your skin as your fever slowly began to break.

“jinwoo… do you feel the same way?”

your voice was tiny and shy, making the young man chuckle as he kisses your hair in response.

“tell me again when you feel better in the morning, and i’ll tell you my answer. until that time comes, i’ll continue holding you in my arms like this.”

you smile in response to his words, burying your face within his chest once more while clinging to the front of his shirt.

you end up falling into a peaceful slumber while in jinwoo’s embrace, somehow knowing that you were deeply loved and cherished by him-

even if he had yet to say it out loud ♡

a.n. - and we’re back to our regularly scheduled fluff! hahaha, if you readers didn’t mind the plot and style of writing like arise, let me know, and i’ll be sure to add more ‘darker’ stories like it for jinwoo in the future 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[hollaforlyla]

when they walk in on you changing

dazai, atsushi, chuuya, fyodor, akutagawa

warnings: lowercase writing, suggustive? (not to extreme), cursing!

a/n: reader is referred as they/them! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! this is also my first time writing for fyodor!!! plz expect him to be so out of character- 🙃 also- i can't speak russian- so apologies for any spelling mistakes- i used google translate...part two??

dazai osamu 🩹

stop.

he would become such a flirt.

after a long day of work, there was nothing more he wanted than to come home and be greeted by his sweet belladonna.

by long i mean him literally just annoying kunikida to death and not lifting a finger- barely.

the sound of the keys clashing together was deaf in your ears as you were wearing headphones.

you were in your room, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.

you were rummaging through your drawer, softly singing to yourself as you picked a pair of pajama pants.

meanwhile, your boyfriend has entered the apartment, locking the door behind him.

he called out for you, however no response was given.

he grew suspicious...but didn't panic.

he called out for you again, taking off his tan trenchcoat and hung it on the hook beside the front door.

as he entered deeper into the apartment, he heard the soft sound of your singing.

his eyes lingered over to the half-closed door of your bedroom you and he shared.

he peeked his eye in the crack- and smiled to himself. slowly he opened the door wider, watching you softly shake your butt as you vibed to your song.

headphones still upon your head.

dazai's smile turned into a smirk as he entered the room.

you picked a pair of pants- now putting them on- still unaware dazai was in the room as well.

before you could put your leg into the pant leg- you felt your right headphone lift upward, and a whisper tickled your ear.

"well~ this isn't what i was expecting when coming home~"

"HOLY SHI-"

you screamed.

throwing your pants at dazai's direction and fell backwards on the bedsheets.

his laughter filled the room as he held your pants in his arms- towering over you.

"DAZAI!!"

"hi 'donna~" he winked, and you blushed mad.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

you covered your body with the blankets as dazai gasped; "this isn't just your room! we share this room, remember?"

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S THE PRESIDENTS ROOM- GET OUT!" you whined, throwing pillows at him and he held his arms up in defense.

"okay-okay! i'm leaving!" he laughed, starting to walk out of the room.

"eh- HEY! GIVE ME MY PANTS BACK!-DAZAI!"

when you finished changing, you awkwardly walked out of the room and peeked your head through the living room where you saw dazai lounging on the couch watching tv.

he noticed you from the corner of his eye and smirked, "and they return from their hiding~"

you blushed.

"shut up! i will shove a sock down your throat-"

"after seeing that body~ i hope it's more then a soc-"

you proceed to toss a pillow at him and tackle him- hitting him over and over again as he begged for mercy.

atsushi nakajima 🐯

dudes a sweetheart.

gives you privacy.

first- he woke you up.

in the sweetest way possible.

with a kiss on the nose, leading to your cheeks, neck, jaw, bridge of your nose, forehead, temple..until he reached your lips.

he smiled hearing you stir awake, "morning, sunshine.." he whispered, brushing your bangs away from your face.

"..mornin'.." you yawned, rubbing your eyes.

he giggled at your cat like strech and kissed your cheek, getting out from under the covers...that just lead to you hiding under all of them- having all the room to yourself.

"you have to get up to, y'know?" he reminded, peeking at the clock that read 5: 56, "we have work!"

all you did was nod.

he smiled and left the room- going to the bathroom with his dress attire.

2 minutes passed and he has yet to come back to the room, so you assumed you'd just get changed here.

so you rolled out of bed, getting your work attire set and ready.

you pulled your shirt off your body, and laid it on your bed. you took your pants off- and was about to put on the pants until you heard the door open.

as atsushi opened the door; you whip your head toward him as you yelped and fell onto the bed and backwards onto the floor.

"OH my god- Y/N!!" he cried, rushing over to you and was about to ask if you were okay until he noticed...you were half-naked.

he screamed, apologies left and right, up and down until he covered his eyes and ran backward, hitting the bed and falling the same way you did perviously.

"I'M SO SORRY BABE- I-I DIDNT KNOW- OH I'M SO SORRY!!!"

as you both were a blushing mess, atsushi ran out.

5 minutes later, you exited the room and saw atsushi in the living room.

he was biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

until he noticed your figure.

"Y/N- i'm so sorry!! i didn't mean to walk in on you- i had no idea! i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable─"

you cupped his face and laughed, "it's okay- atsushi! it was an accident!"

he felt glad you weren't upset with him- and made sure to always make sure to knock when he knows your in the room.

chuuya nakahara 🍷

like atsushi.

he's a gentlemen and respects your privacy.

it was late, and chuuya called to let you know he was working overtime.

your heart flutters each time he lets you know because he remembers you- even doing the most deadliest of jobs known to man.

as he was at work you had the apartment all to yourself; which you of course took advantage of him not being here.

you looked through he wine collection, tasting the ones that seemed to interest you.

you looekd through his hat collection; aka basically his closet- and had your own small fashion show.

hours passed- and the time was 12:26pm.

you didn't get his message about him coming home; so your boyfriend entered the apartment.

"y/n- i'm home!

silence.

he heard some music echo from your bedroom; which sparks his curiousity.

he slowly walked toward the room, and opened he door.

"y/n-"

"CHUUYA!!"

you screamed, having nothing but your pants on and putting on the shirt until you heard him walk in.

his eyes widened as he closed the door- apologizing.

silence.

awkward silence.

as you left your room after getting changed, you found chuuya sitting on the couch leaning forward and playing with ths fingers.

"oh- y/n! h-how was your day?" he asked, suddenly noticing you and sat more comfortably on the couch.

you had a blush on your face as you nod, "my day was...good."

he placed his lips together to make a straight line and nodded; "that's-good.."

you suddenly burst out into laughter, causing him to now blush.

"what-what's so funny?"

"your-haha!-more embarrassed then-haha-i was!!"

he turned red and looked away from you, crossing his arms.

"i-shut up! lock the damn door next time!"

fyodor dostoevsky 🫀

bastard.

FOUCKING bastard.

you begged him; getting on all fours and to his feet; and begged him to take you to the pool he owned...somehow...for some reason (just go with it PLZ)

with a sigh, he agreeded and allowed you to have; what- 3 hours of the pool to yourself?

you ran- SPEED RAN- to your bedroom and packed for the pool.

you know- the essentials. swimsuit, towel, slippers/flip-flops, etc.

he watched you get ready with a sly smile on his face from his desk.

the way you got so excited to go to this pool- pleased him??? idk, he just felt good- anyway.

you called out to him that you'll see him in the pool as well??

hm- we'll see.

timeskip to you reaching the indoor pool.

it was HUGE.

WHY WAS HE KEEPING THIS FROM YOU- WHO EVEN IS HE??

oh yeah- nvm. lmao.

you rushed to the change rooms, excited to step into the pool.

you've been stressed all week; unable to find any relaxation at all- accept this one time...you are 100% taking advantage of this!

because- we'll it was empty, you decided to just change in the middle of the room where the room was.

you took of your shirt- revealing your bare skin.

next was your pants.

as you took them off; you noticed your butt in the mirror reflection-

oh.

okay.

damn, fyodor, that lucky bastard.

you grinned to yourself- wiggling your butt side to side and giggled to yourself.

then, you slapped it gently.

and again- then moved up down your thigh.

suddenly- you heard a familair voice-

"would you rather spend your hours looking at yourself in the mirror; or go in the pool with me? because- i can take either or."

with a scream you bounced backwards toward the mirror.

"HOLY GRAVY AND CHEESE-"

you blushed- realizing it was fyodor.

you quickly tried to grab your towel and wrap it around yourself. before you could try to wrap it all around your body- fyodor suddenly appeared in front of you.

HOW DID HE GET HERE SO FAST-

he rubbed a hand on your hip, close to your stomach.

"hm~ you've been hiding this beautiful body from me for weeks, дорогой?"

you blushed hard. feeling his hot breath on your neck-

"f-fyodor..too-close.."

he kissed your lips, cutting you off.

you melted into fast...

you pulled away panting..

"pool?"

he asked and you nodded slowly...

giggling softly..

"i'm ready when you are..."

akutagawa rynnosuke 🩸

he would be embarrassed

awkwardly leave the room...with a blush on his face.

it was late at night, time was around 11:34pm.

you were tired when you got home from work.

your a member of the ADA; yet dating one of the most dangerous port mafia members.

entering your apartment, you kicked of your shoes and left your coat on the floor.

you had no idea akutagawa was home so when you entered your bedroom you shared with him.

you took off your pants and went to the drawer to pick some pants.

as you found pants, you put them on. now taking off your shirt.

meanwhile, akutagawa exits from the bathroom and walked toward the bedroom.

he didn't notice it a crack open, so as he enters.

you freeze.

he freezes.

he has a blush on his face as he looked at your upper bare body.

you blushed.

he slowly closed the door and left..

you were red.

he just..left?

said nothing?

well what was he suppose to say??

minutes after you finished changing into your pajamas...you went to find akutagawa.

he was just in the living room, staring into a void.

you walked toward him slowly...

"ryu?"

he looked at you and was about o leave-

"wait!!" you stopped him.

"are you okay?"

he held his head low.

"i didn't mean to walk in on you...i assumed you thought i was a creep and so i left...i should be asking if your okay.."

you frowned, "aku- aha! it's okay- your my partner!! it's okay to see each other naked...even if its accidental..." you shrugged.

he nods slightly and held your hand, "please let me know if i ever make you uncomfortable...i hate knowing i did..."

you kisses his knuckles, "of course~ i love you!"

"....i love you, too."

[ninupi]

haiiii, i loved your patched up story with mitsuya and was wondering if you could maybe do another short story about reader basically being the schools president or a student of high intelligence but after school has this total other side where she’s also in a gang and into the whole fighting world so she’s really cool or something.

i know this might be a lot to ask and i’m hoping i explained that well enough lol but yeah! (again please take your time no rush and you can do it with any character you prefer from tokyo revengers, i love them all)🫶🏽🫶🏽

pawn | t. mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, some cursing, like one sexual joke towards reader in bad taste, threats (not towards reader tho), blackmail (also not towards reader lol)

₊˚⊹♡ wc; 900+

₊˚⊹♡ a/n; ill be honest I had a bit of trouble thinking of how to go about this but after some thinking this is what I came up with. sorry if its not exactly what you wanted but I tried my best!

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Mitsuya knew that people didn't really like you, he had just assumed it was because you were a strict rule follower and didn't put up with people breaking them. You've been class president all three years of high school and it was as if you got more serious each year.

"I don't get her issue, she takes shit way too seriously" Mitsuya would hear people whispering after you scolded them about certain things, whether it's their uniform not being on right or how they were late to class and anything in between.

And to some extent he agreed, but one thing he didn't get is why everyone was so scared to say something to you. He'd seen other people pick on other class presidents but when it came to you it was if everyone just took your words with a grain of salt.

"Y/n such a bitch man, I almost got detention just because of her" he heard some guy groan behind him while his friends laughed at him. "No way, are you serious? She's so stuck up, someones got to help her relax if you know what I mean"

Mitsuya rolls his eyes at their gross suggestions when he notices you walk in "Kentaro can I speak to you?" you seem slightly annoyed and mitsuya wonders if you heard what they had said about you. But mitsuya doesn't dwell on it once the boy leaves with you or when he comes back twenty minutes later looking a bit pale in the face.

"I just need you to write the use of your club funds here and any future plans in this box" you explain as if mitsuya hasn't done this multiple times before "You don't have to explain everytime you know" he laughs taking the form from your hands.

"Just a habit I guess" you shrug organizing the rest of the papers in your hands "Y/n? Can I talk to you about something?" Kentaro asks standing at the door of the economics club room. "Not right now im busy" you brush him off not even sparing him a glance.

"B-but it's important...it's about the money you asked- I said im busy. Are you deaf?" your change in tone shocks mitsuya a bit but he decides not to say anything. And why would you be asking Kentro for money, he's not in any club that mitsuya can think of.

"I should be by later to pick up the form, if i'm not by back by 4 just leave it on my desk please" you tell mitsuya walking out of the classroom with kentaro following close behind "Are you stupid? Talking about that in front of someone else? Do you want me to-"

Mitsuya looks at you two confused as you leave, what could you possibly be talking about?

Looking at the clock it reads 4:15, mitsuya finally realizes you're not coming back anytime soon and decides to make his way towards your class. Everyone else has gone home for the day finishing up their club activities and such so the hallways were quiet.

Mitsuya knows you wouldn't just forget to pick up the papers so he wonders what you could be busy doing when he hears someone talking in one of the classrooms. "What do you mean you don't have the money?" He immediately recognized your voice and guessing by your tone you weren't happy.

"I-i have some of it, I just don't have all of it...just give me two more- Give you more time? You've had a week, what the hell were you doing?" Mitsuya peeks his head into the room a bit and sees Kentaro standing in front of your desk looking a bit nervous.

"I have about 260 I just need to get the rest, I swear I'll get it to you in two days" what could you possibly need that much money for mitsuya thought to himself when you stood up and corned Kentaro.

"Listen to me, I told you to get 300 by this Friday last Sunday. You've had plenty of time to get your shit together, if it were up to me i'd give you the two days but it's not. I told my guys I'd have it by Sunday and that you were going to get it for them."

Mitsuya listened intensely to the way you were talking, he'd never seen this side of you and honestly if he were in Kentaro's shoes he'd be pretty nervous too. What guys were you referring to? And what'd they need all that money for anyways.

"So if you don't get me that money by Sunday it'll be your ass, not mine. So get it together and collect the fucking money, I shouldn't have to baby you. Remember if you don't do this i'll get your ass kicked out of here in no time, you understand me?"

Kentaro opened his mouth to say something but you didn't even give him a chance start "Don't say anything, I have all the proof of you cheating on those midterms and the principle will expel you for that. I also know about what you did to Akami, if her brother found out- Ok! ok i'll get you the money by Sunday! Please don't say anything about anything I swear i'll do whatever you want!"

Mitsuya doesn't think he's ever seen a guy like Kentaro so pale in the face before, what type of dirt did you have on this guy? Whatever it is seems bad and Mitsuya decided right then and there he'd try to stay on your good side for a while. Even if he hasn't done anything wrong.

"Get the fuck out of here just looking at you is pissing me off" you mutter going back to your desk, mitsuya doesn't have time to react before Kentaro is sliding the door open revealing him. He notices your shocked face and awkwardly smiles "I brought the papers..."