#I’ll defend the poor boy with my life

[xoxochb]

I fucking hate the new pjo fandom. because do you realize how shitty of a person it makes you to accuse a FIFTEEN year old of asking for pics? he is a CHILD a MINOR practically A BABY. this new fandom is absolutely terrible please grow up

[suguru-getos]

| Bully!Satoru Gojo x F!reader | Part 3 |

Part I, II

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna.

Chapter Summary: After taking an off from school, you are back & Satoru is hovering around you like a looming threat. Suguru is there to defend you this time, but with your rage spiralling, you couldn’t help but ruin the two weeks of you being amicable.

Warnings: Bully!Mean!Satoru ofc, but hey he’s a pookie at heart & he’s contemplating whether to stop!! ✋ Reader-chan snapped in this chapter, soft Sugu<3

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Satoru feels upset and sick to his stomach, as someone who can be often used to people grovelling for him, being scared of him, and just respecting him as the honored one. You weren’t doing any of those and yet, you were suffering all the same. Any other girl would have chosen the easy way out, what does it need really? Apologize? Cry a little? Why aren’t you doing that?

All he could see was you going back home, the summer sun not being kind to you as you drag your feet back, after carrying his school bag for him. Suguru isn’t talking to him either. He simply said he doesn’t like to associate with feminine men who want to proclaim their ego more than their humanity. Boy that fucking stung & Satoru told Suguru to piss off before he’s beaten to a pulp. It’s not how Satoru was treating you which was a problem for him, he never hoped it would drag so much. All his blinding rage of the moment is fading off easy. He couldn’t drag this for a month for the life of him.

People love hanging out with Satoru also, despite whatever worshipping there is — he still has friends. This is surely one of the reasons they lurk around despite his intrinsic, domineering brattitude. He rolled his eyes upon realizing that he’s been standing there watching you walk away & scoffs, going inside.

Your shoulders hurt but you know his and your home is too far. You decide to use whatever pocket money you have to book a cab and leave home. Once you’ve reached, of course there are questions. Questions from your mum who’s calls you ignored. “Where were you? Why are you coming home from a fucking cab?” She snarled, raising a brow at your tired features. Your parents are normal, not too supportive not too toxic. However, normalcy when you’re imposed with external toxicity sounds toxic. Or maybe they just were… toxic. How would you decide either way? It’s not like you’ve taken trial periods of new parents to come to a decision.

“Sorry; head hurts. I’ll be in my room.” You dragged yourself across the expensive marble flooring of your home. You weren’t poor, per se… you just weren’t made privileged either.

Once you reached home, you sighed, back laid across the mattress and staring out into space. The sight of you drenched in cold water, the way your shoulders have red markings of the bag straps, all because you threw some gravy over the fucking bastard! You grit your teeth, jaw clenching. Fuck you hate him.

You hate that you’re crying again, tears and frustration bubbling in your eyes as you sniffled. Leaning your forehead against the mattress and curling up. You want to kick his ass so bad. If only this parental thing wasn’t involved…

The next day you’re not in school, your period had been unbearably shitty & so was your mental health along with migraines. The next day either, and not even the day after. Satoru is getting restless every day, walking to your class and seeing your seat vacant, walking away. Why the fuck does he not have your number? Why the fuck does it even matter… did he make you leave the school? Nah- why would you leave the school it wasn’t that bad right?

It was Friday again, four days of you not being here… you really thought maybe he would count this in the month? It’s almost two weeks over! Then again, Satoru Gojo would just push it for another four days of you serving him because you were absent. When you enter the school premises, you take a long breath, alright. No biggie, he’s just an annoying bully with Daddy’s money in his pockets.

The moment you enter, you find him lurching towards you, a beaming smile with black glasses. He looks so beautiful if he wasn’t so fucking shitty. You looked up at him and before he could say anything, “I was sick, even in companies and where you work, people are allowed to be sick. You can’t really extend the number of days because I was sick. That’s h-how it normally happens.” You mustered, defensive in your stance.

Oh… wow. He was just here to say hello, ask where you were and that if he had been too annoying that you decided not to come to school. Satoru was going to be nicer. Again, broken a little because you think so shitty of him. Not that he cares… he doesn’t… he— doesn’t…. Does he?

“Yeah, yeah I get you; damn do I scare you that much?” He chuckled, hands in his pockets. You knew you couldn’t say any of the twenty ass biting replies that you had logged at the back of your tongue. “Yeah, you’re my highschool nightmare, Gojo san.” You hummed, walking away.

He’s shamelessly following you, holding your wrist. “Didn’t say I was finished, did I?” His playfulness is gone, replaced by something carnal, icy again. You only manage to shake your head no. “Four days at home got you forgetting how to act right, hm?”

Satoru leaned down, making eye contact with you. You glanced at him back, pouting helplessly and shaking your head no. “Just- didn’t think you need me.”

He didn’t really plan on it, he just wanted to have a conversation! Why were you sick? His stomach was turning upside down at the thought of you handling Japan’s heat at 3 PM that Monday. He could’ve asked if you wanted some water… fuck this. He made this bet to make you suffer & you were suffering. What’s the problem really?

The problem was he wasn’t an asshole he pretended to be… and he didn’t think this would drag so long. Haven’t you seen other girls? They fawn over him endlessly, buzzing around him & always eager to have a speck of his attention. This is what makes him pissed off, again.

“You think a lot for someone who’s as dumb as you.” He chuckled, jabbing at your self respect once more like it’s free reign. “Sorry, tell me what is it you need from me?” You just ignore everything he says and focus on one goal. For this hellish month to end so you are free from Satoru Gojo’s clutches. Though with the way he talks to you, it does seem like you could handle your mother taunting you for months about how stupid you are after giving him the money. At least… she’s blood.

“Hey” the next voice that echoed was Suguru. He was the best friend who was around him of course. You remember his gaze, it wasn’t pity towards you when Satoru practically bore you naked in the cafeteria by spilling water over your white shirt. It was rage, subjected for Satoru & Satoru alone.

Satoru raised his brow, “Don’t interfere where you’re not needed, Suguru.” He snapped, while the latter only smiled in an annoyingly calm manner. “Wasn’t talking to you.” He simply answered your bully, looking at you. “Welcome back, I thought you had left the school.” He smiled, giving you the same popsickle that Satoru had you fetch.

You didn’t take it from him, why is he so hell bent on making things worse for you? Though his act of kindness doesn’t go unnoticed. It was like rain on lava. Bubbling emotions rushing down as you couldn’t help but blink furiously to evade the tears you find coming. “N- no, I’m uh… okay. I was just sick.” You managed, gnawing at your lip and wanting the world to swallow you whole. People on their way to classes were already seeing you between the two hot-shots of the school.

“So you can cry huh?” Satoru laughed, almost in disbelief. This is what he wanted didn’t he? Anything said by Suguru which made you emotional had you snap back instantly. “Do you need anything from me or can I go to class?” You say with such hatred it’s truly shocking.

“Yeah, write one thousand times that you will not leave my side until I’m not finished talking.” Satoru says simply, oh he’s pulling off Suguru’s rage on you now.

“You don’t have to do shit- it’s-” before Suguru could say anything else, you nodded. “Mkay. Can I go to class now?”

Satoru gnawed at his lip, he didn’t want today to be like this. He really thought he could make some progress. “Yeah, handwriting can’t be shitty or you rewrite.” He pushed your boundaries once more, hoping to earn a reaction out of you yet again.

“Understood.” You nodded, walking away. Just two more weeks… just, two more weeks.

During the lunch time, you go to him naturally. “Heh, shouldn’t she sit on the floor?” One of his classmates smirked when you walked to him. Oh?

“Shouldn’t you lay down on the floor?” You asked him, before launching a kick right at his face, knocking him unconscious as he dropped down. Wow… everyone was stunned, including Gojo Satoru. Another reminder that he only has you on a leash because he played dirty, another reminder that you are different.

He snickered, of course he wouldn’t chide you for kicking some random asshole’s ass? He would’ve done the same. How he treats you is his problem. Though, you’re pissed, “This is what I didn’t want.” You looked at him, gritting your teeth. “You treating me like shit gives other people the right to treat me like shit.”

You were… wrong. This wouldn’t end after a month? What were you even thinking? There would be other people who would rise up after him to bother you. “I’ll get you the fucking money to shove far up your pathetic ass.” Here you go, losing it again…

[detectivestucks]

Akatsuki Concubine I

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Tobi x F!Reader x Konan

Summery: Coming from a poor background you were sold to the pleasure house at a young age even though your dream was to one day be a shinobi. Instead, as you grew up, your mistress got tired of your attitude and sold you to the first duo who asked. These two were none other than members of the formidable Akatsuki.

Warnings: NSFW, DubCon, Female receiving oral, threats of violence,

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This is an AU where all the Akatsuki members are alive and together. New mini-series. More parts coming soon.

Sold to the pleasure house at a young age, you were familiar with a life whose path is set for them. You knew you were to serve noble men and their kinks before being sold and married off to the highest bidder. Only you weren’t one to be touched against your will. You had always wanted to become a ninja but you weren’t born into a shinobi family. You were born into a poor family who couldn’t afford to keep their only child. So you read and you practiced, all by yourself. Every day, from the time you were young till now, you centered your chakra, allowing it to flow from point to point. Feeling its life-giving strength fuel your power. You developed what you read was an unusual combination of Fire and Water style jutsus. Your favorite one to use was phoenix flower jutsu. The balls of fire dancing in the space between you and the latest toolbag who tried to touch what he didn’t pay for always made you feel protected. Little did you know it couldn’t protect you from everyone.

Back at the Akatsuki hideout, the crew was getting rowdier than ever. Constant missions had kept everyone apart for months but the burnout was obvious so their leader, Tobi, assigned missions closer to home. The issue is that a band of ruthless shinobi such as the Akatsuki don’t do well within close quarters. 

“Give back my detonating clay!”

“Nice try blondie. I know you were in my room trying to steal Samehada last night. She told me so.”

“Was not!”

“As if I believe you. Maybe I’ll feed this to Samehada, see if she’s as good of an ‘artist’ as you.”

“Wait! I need that for my art!” 

“Psh, you speak of art as if it’s your god. Come to the way of Joshin and you’ll never worry about your silly art again.”

“SHUT IT Hidan!”

“Or what?! Wanna become Joshin’s next sacrifice!”

The purple-haired man swings his scythe at the young artist when the tall shark-like swordsman snatches up the boy by his long blonde strands. 

“Hey! Let go or I’ll-”

“-What, kill me?”

“All three of you need to shut up! When’s our next mission so I don’t have to suffer you idiots?”

“Sasuke, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say to your brethren.”

“Not now, older brother.” he retorts with a pinch to his nose. Soon a half white, half black figure pops into the room.

“Can someone tell me what it’s like to poo?”

“Ah, gross Zetzu! Why’d ya have to bring that up again?!”

“Well, when someone answers the question, maybe I’ll stop.”

“ENOUGH!”

The voice was deep and commanding. An orange-masked man rounds the corner in his scarlet clouded cloak and all members fall silent.

“You are shinobi of an elite organization. Act like it.” 

The man named Tobi strides through the room catching Pain on his way out. 

“Pain, Konan, come.”

A tall orange haired man with a face littered in piercings and a slender woman with a paper flower in her hair follow behind into a spare room. 

“These idiots are always bickering.” Tobi’s baritone states with exhaustion.

“They’re bored sir.”

“I give them respite and they thank me by acting like a bunch of children.”

“Maybe they need something to do…or a way to blow off steam.” Konan defends

“They should be training.” Pain says with a firm nod.

“...or…uh, I…nevermind.”

“Out with it woman.” Tobi’s words spit out like venom.

“Maybe they have…urges…to release?”

“Oh they do, do they?” Tobi presses “Are you speaking from experience?”

With flushed cheeks Konan’s lashes fall.

“That’s what I thought.” Tobi looks towards Pain, “You’re dismissed.”

Both shinobi turn to leave when the deep voice speaks up again, “Where are you going?”

A slender hand raises to tuck lavender strands behind one ear. “You said we were dismissed.”

“No, I said he was dismissed. You haven’t finished serving your purpose.”

With a thick swallow, Konan stands up straight and turns back towards Tobi. “What do you need?” 

With each word he steps forward.“Tell me more about these urges? How do you suggest we satisfy them?”

With one more swallow, Konan finds her composure “I would suggest concubines sir.”

“Concubines, eh?”

“Yes, I believe there are several pleasure houses in the nearby village.”

“Good, I want you to check them out.”

“Check them out?”

“Yes, find some pretty merchandise for your comrades.”

“Don’t you think you should vet them first? You’ve been so picky with who you’ve let into this organization and these girls will be privy to our secrets.”

Tobi muses to himself before agreeing. “We’ll do reconnaissance tomorrow.”

You finish your supper as your lady enters the room. “House is busy tonight. You’re taking the next caller.”

“I’m not putting up with any funny business.”

“Try to be desirable for a change. And stop scaring away the customers.”

“They’re dreadful and disgusting.”

“And pay well”

You scoff at her. “I’ll be in my room.”

“You scare off one more customer and I’m selling you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time!” you call over your shoulder as you walk to your room in a huff. You wish to slam the door as hard as possible but she was right, you could hear your sisters all working. The sounds of men groaning come from every corner of the house and it would be unwise to create a ruckus on such a bustling evening. 

You sit at your looking glass and brush out your hair. You allow it to fall down your back and tickle your neck before you lean forward to apply a small dusting of blush and smear rice water cream over your lips to soften them. Just as you finish, you hear your door begin to open. You look up to a stout man entering your room and raking in your appearance with obvious hunger. You felt your stomach tighten at the thought of entertaining him but you plastered on a sweet simper and move to sit on the mattress, patting the place next to you. 

Meanwhile downstairs Konan approaches your misses.

“Excuse me ma’am. Would you happen to be selling any of your girls?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I am.” Tobi’s tenor voice crashes over the lady as her mouth falls open in fear upon seeing the masked man with the glowing red eye. She realizes her state and quickly closes her mouth while wiping her hands on the front of her dress. “No, I am not selling any of my girls.”

Across the home you hear a man shouting in terror “FIRE! FIRE! HELP THERE’S A FIRE”

“...Except for that one.” she finishes with rage.

Tobi and Konan immediately head towards the shouting to check on the source of the commotion. Upon entering the room they see a beautiful young woman with hair fallen around her face and a disheveled kimono open in the front, exposing both breasts and her pelvis.

“Oh relax” you say, weaving hand signs for your water style cannon to extinguish your phoenix flowers. “Now go, and don’t come back. We don’t need your type around here.”

“Yes we do!” your mistress chimes in, pushing Tobi and Konan to the side to scold you for your behavior.

“No we don’t! He’s a pig! And who the hell are they?!” you say gesturing towards the cloaked shinobi.

“Your next customer”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well that’s too bad cause they intend on purchasing your worthless hide.”

“Like hell they’ll take me.”

You weave the tiger sign to once more scare away these newcomers with your phoenix flower flames only to be met with a ginormous fireball to the face. Quickly you switch your jutsu to water style to combat the masked stranger when he voluntarily stops. 

Your hair falls in your suddenly sweaty face as you gauge the man before you. 

“My, my. Aren’t we a feisty one? And a user of ninjutsu as well. That’s a first.”

“I’m not interested.”

“Well too bad for you because I am. Konan, give the lady the money.”

“Good, take this ungrateful slut off my hands. Maybe you can knock some sense into her. I don’t need my house set ablaze every other day. I’m done.”

You feel your chest constrict with anger and sadness. To be cast aside, demoted to the value of a coin, yet again, and be forced to go to a new home once more. What’s more, is your tricks won't work on this one. He can out master your flames. You give a panicked look to the one with a paper flower atop her head before your teary eyes stare up into the dark hole of the orange mask. 

A gloved hand glides up and cups the bottom of your chin, “Don’t get soft on me now kitten. I enjoy the spark.”

You rip your face away from his hand but he grabs you by the arm. “Konan, test her out for me, please. If you like her we’ll keep her, if you don’t we’ll kill her.”

The sadness in your heart quickly spins to fear as you realize how dangerous your new owner must be. 

“But sir-”

“You said you had pent up urges.”

“I-”

“What? Were you going to ride the face of that Pain puppet? That seems a bit chilly, don’t you think? Why not try someone with a little more body heat?”

The pain and insult were obvious on Konan's face but she did as she was told and approached you. 

With cold and hooded eyes she demands, “Knees.”

You swallow, remembering his words. There was no way out of this one. You were going to have to do what you were trained for and earn your keep…along with your life.

‘You’re the whore; you know what to do” 

Your hands rifle past the noir cloak and find the ties of her pants. You pull the skin tight spandex down past her knees and gently lift her leg to tenderly slide the fabric over her ankle and off her foot.

The pants now removed, your hands hold open the front of her cloak similar to your open kimono. You lift yourself off the heels of your feet and bring your mouth to the front of her cotton panties. You kiss her heat over the cloth before your teeth find the waistband and pull down. 

“Good girl.” you hear the masked man purr from the entrance of the room. 

One hand slides under the thick bamboo fabric of the scarlet and black cloak to graze over her cheek and sink your fingers into the soft flesh of her behind while your other hand wanders up her pale inner thigh, finding her labia and slipping two fingers up into her slit.

Grip tightening on the muscle of her rear, your fingers thrust in and out, hooking inside her squishy insides, feeling how they tighten around your digits. Once she gasps you pull them out and look up at her face before wrapping your lips around your fingers and sucking them clean. The taste was sweet, almost like a baked treat and your lids flutter slightly before she grabs a large section of your hair and pulls you up to your feet.

“Arms folded behind you and lay down on your back.”

You do as she instructs and find her crawling up on the mattress to straddle your face. Her robes fall over your head and you are plunged into darkness, completely blinded by the cloak.

As her weight pushes against your face, you open your mouth to kitten lick at her entrance made wet by your foreplay. 

Just as you open wider to sink your tongue between her lips she reaches back and pinches your nipples earning a cry from you that vibrates against her folds. A satisfied hum can be heard from the place where the masked man stood and you knew he approved.

You jab your tongue out as far as you can and stroke forward inside her heat, slurping up her juices with loud wet sounds. Her hips rut against your face as satisfied signs leave Konan’s chest. You wrap your lips around her little nub at the front of her entrance and rub the tip of your tongue back and forth along the bump. 

Her legs close around your head before suddenly releasing. She repositions herself so that she is facing down your body rather than towards the head of the bed and as she sits back down, your nose prods against the crevice between her cheeks. 

With better access to her swollen bud you seal the perky tip between your pillowy lips and suck. Her thighs squeeze against your body and she weaves hand signs so that two paper butterflies appear and fold into clips. They flutter towards your nipples and you feel their wings brush against your skin before the clip on their bellies opens and traps your sore nipples between them. 

You squirm and whine at the discomfort but really it causes you to clench around nothing. Your legs kick out feeling desperate to get up but your mouth obediently continues to pet her clit. 

Konan lifts her hand and brings it down harshly between your legs, slapping your folds and protruding clit. 

You scream, the vibrations tickling between her legs causing her to lower more of her weight onto your head. Your legs snap closed. “No you don’t.” she says smooth as butter. Grabbing one of your legs in her arms, she holds your leg against her chest and continues her assault on your folds. 

Her rutting against your face as you scream causes the noises to come out muffled and broken which only makes Tobi’s member stiffen in his pants. The spectacle of your squirming beneath his comrade mesmerized him and he knew he wanted you to himself. 

You open your mouth wide to drag your tongue all the way from the hood of her clit, along the front of her entrance and point it as it enters her heat where you dance it in and out of her hole causing her to fall forward and rest her weight on the hand pushing into your waist. 

The butterfly clips attached to the tips of your breasts tightened the more you please the female ninja, who eventually falls all the way forward and returns the favor, sucking on your own swollen nub till your legs shake with pleasure. 

The harder she sucked, the harder you sucked, till you feel her gush on your face and both of you collapse from orgasm. She dismounts, panting from the feeling and nods at her masked counterpart. “This one will do.”

“Well, well, looks like you’re coming with us after all.”

Before you had a moment to realize the meaning of his words you feel yourself being pulled forward and suddenly you are in a dark gray abyss filled with large chunky blocks. You look around realizing it is just you, naked, aside from your small kimono that you pull over your shoulders for comfort. You are standing there alone, all by yourself, with no idea where you are or how you got there.

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Coming Soon:

Part 2: The New Master

Part 3: The Uchiha Slut

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To help break free of writers block, I’m doing these. Enjoy 🍓

Young Daryl Dixon x Strawberry Reader

(a short little drabble)

(Fem!Reader) (Reader descriptions: freckles, hair long enough to be messy and put in a hair tie - no race or body type mentioned)

-18+ MDNI-

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In his early twenties, Daryl had only two friends he dared to associate with. One of them was Gunner, a man of few words with a short fuse. The other, a guy called Wylie, like the cartoon coyote. He earned that nickname for a few reasons, but mostly due to his poor luck with women. The joke was that he’d chase them forever but he’d never actually catch them. The only girl in the entire town that would associate with him was his little sister, Y/N.

She was only a year younger than he was, but she was smarter than him by far. He was a dumb boy, with not much going on behind those bug-ish.

All in all, they were a trio of losers. Daryl had been the only attractive one of the bunch, and even he had zero game. The three of them would often hang out by the lake. A lake which had no name, proudly referred to by the locals as ‘The Lake.’

They’d lean against Daryl’s beat up old Ford, the same truck he’d always been working on in his dad’s driveway in high school. Merle always told him it was a lost cause — that they should have just junked it for a quick dime. Daryl was insistent, though, that he could get it running, and sure enough he did. It only costed him two years of his life and a handful of dead end jobs to afford the parts and pieces it required.

With a functional vehicle, a young man in his prime was surely unstoppable. As often as he could manage, Daryl would scoop up his two friends and find some kind of trouble to get into. That particular day, they opted for a dip in the lake. Georgian summers were no joke, but this particular summer was more than any of them could have anticipated. The record high temperatures had rendered many air conditioning units useless. The only HVAC company in the county couldn’t keep up with the calls. In simpler terms, it was hot as fuck outside.

“Hotter than a damn dingle berry in the devil’s ass-crack, I’ll tell ya that much.” Wylie joked, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the dingy old Metallica shirt he’d just taken off.

The boys all mumbled in agreement as they stripped down into their trunks, excited to take a dip in the cool water.

“Least we picked the spot with the best view.” Gunner snickered as he looked around. The Lake was busy that day, as it had been all summer.

Young people and small families lined the bank of the water. Kids played and splashed, young couples took turns on the rope swing, women laid out on their towels and floats to soak up some sun.

One particularly bright young lady caught Daryl’s eye among the crowd, with her bright red top and torn up daisy dukes. The sun left a radiant glow on her skin as she shook out her messy hair from its previous updo. Freckles littered her skin like strawberry seeds, especially on a sunny day. It took him little time to realize she was Y/N, Wylie’s previously mentioned younger sister.

She notice the gang of merry idiots as soon as they noticed her. She rolled her eyes and strode over to them, glaring them down as she ate a fresh strawberry.

“And just what the hell are you three tit-for-brains doin’ here today?” She questioned suspiciously.

“Swimmin’, cause it’s hot. Just like everybody else out here.” Wylie defended.

“Surely it’s not ‘cause you knew I was comin’ out here with my friends today.” She pressed on. “Always followin’ us around like puppy dogs to catch a glimpse of my friends.”

Her eyes scanned over Gunner, then Wylie, before landing mischievously on Daryl. “Or, me.” She teased. Daryl scoffed.

“Yeah right.” He waved her off. His dismissive facade couldn’t hide the way his eyes lingered on her glossy lips as she sucked her finger clean of strawberry juices. He cleared his throat and gulped. “The hell y’all doin’ out here anyway? Y’ain’t got nothin else to do, like doin’ your hair and talkin’ ‘bout boys?”

“Ain’t no boys worth talkin’ about in this town, Dixon.” She fired back.

“I could think of a few.” Wylie chimed in, smirking at a pair of girls as they walked past in their bikinis.

“Please.” She snorted. “Ain’t a single lady in the state of Georgia that would touch any one o’ you buffoons with a ten foot pole.”

“That ain’t what your friend Gina said the other night.” Wylie said with confidence.

“Oh, that’s right!” Y/N snapped her fingers, as if attempting to recall something. “I believe what she said was… that your breath smelled so bad she nearly fainted tryin’ to hold her breath.”

Gunner and Daryl stifled their laughter as their friend had his ego torn apart once again by his little sister.

“Whatever, man. Let’s just go swim.” Wylie grumbled as he shuffled toward the water. Gunner followed after him, followed by Daryl. Y/N matched her pace to the young Dixon, eying him curiously through the corners of her lashes.

“Why do you even hang around with those two dimwits, Dixon?” She asked him, just as they reached the edge of the water where Wylie and Gunner were acclimating to the cold.

“There my friends.” Daryl shrugged, kicking off his shoes.

“Mm. Dead weight is what they are.”

“Wha’s that mean?” Daryl arched a brow curiously.

“Just that…” She trailed off, looking him up and down once more before she smirked. “It can be hard to appreciate a nice thing when it’s surrounded by garbage, that’s all.”

With that, she winked at him, and walked back over to her friends. She left him in disbelief for a moment, before he’d shake his head and follow his friends into the lake.

For the rest of the afternoon, he’d splash and joke with his buddies, occasionally leaving the water to pull a beer from their cooler and return. Sneakily, he’d pass a glance toward Y/N, but somehow she always caught him looking. Conveniently, she’d make sure to stretch it bend over just as he did, batting her eyes and licking her lips each time.

[musicalmoritz]

any Tsukasa headcanons? I feel like everyone sees him as this demon monster who has no personality aside from murder :/

Tsukasa is an interesting character for me because he’s actually my favorite Yugi twin but I hate when ppl try to justify his actions…however some people go the opposite way and treat him like he’s a heartless villain with no depth so I end up defending him. Ppl get weirdly ableist abt it too it’s crazy. Tsukasa Yugi they could never make me hate you.

Now onto the headcanons

• I’m a firm believer that Tsukasa is adhd coded (I have adhd and I recognize my own kind)

• Specifically bcuz of the scene where child Amane said smth to Nene abt how Tsukasa would lose it if they didn’t play his favorite game at the festival, and due to the way he acts in movie theaters

• There’s room for debate over whether or not it can be called “coding” but you’ll never convince me that boy was intended to be neurotypical (autistic Tsukasa truthers are also valid)

• Since Sakura compares him to a cat I like to imagine he gets really clingy and cuddly with ppl for like 30 mins and then flips a switch and tries to bite them like cats do

• From “somebody hug me rn” to “touch me and I’ll kill you” within the span of a few minutes

• He takes a very “when I’m bored but then I remember I have a sibling” approach to bonding with Hanako. If the Broadcasting Crew and Mitsuba aren’t interesting him, he’ll pop over to Hanako’s bathroom and annoy him

• Not the kind of torment we see in the series though, he’ll just make annoying noises or keep asking Hanako to play games with him

• He likes animals but he’s terrible with them. Too aggressive, think of those poor fish

• I’m an aroace Tsukasa intellectual. I cannot see him caring abt romance beyond mild curiosity and his perverted behavior in the series seems to just be to mess with people/get reactions out of them as he’s known to enjoy doing (as opposed to Hanako’s pervert behavior which is pretty genuine, albeit comedic)

• His favorite subject in school was geography

• He doesn’t genuinely like many people besides Amane. He has a soft spot for Sakura and Natsuhiko though

• This is so far from canon but I think it’s funny to imagine that the entity inside of him is the TBHK equivalent of Venom. There’s still some debate over whether the current Tsukasa is entirely the entity or whether they share one being and I lean towards the later but I have this crack au/concept where the entity is like a little devil on his shoulder

• Sakura: What would you like to eat?

The Entity: The souls of the innocent👹

Tsukasa: A bagel

The Entity: Nooooooooo👹

Tsukasa: Two bagels

• Again, definitely not how it works in canon but it makes me giggle

• He really likes pumpkins and pumpkin flavored things

• FNAF kid

• He’s a massive extrovert in the sense that he gets his energy from being around other people, and he much prefers to be in a group than alone

• If he’s alone for too long he gets bored and agitated so he can usually be found in the presence of Sakura, Natsuhiko, Mitsuba, Amane, Mei, etc.

• Sometimes he’ll even hang out with Yako (I feel like they’d get along seeing as they both have rather sharp personalities, and I don’t think she’d judge him for his violent tendencies the way others do)

• When he was alive he had a lot of friends, pretty much the polar opposite of his brother

• He doesn’t feel guilty often but when he wants someone to forgive them, he’ll bring them a gift like a cat bringing someone a dead mouse

• Sometimes the gifts are morbid, sometimes they’re normal

• He was closer with his dad than his mom, because while both of them were creeped out by him his dad tried to assume the best

• He’s very creative and likes to invent things. In another life he’d kill it on Shark Tank

• Because of this he really enjoys cooking! He’s surprisingly good at it when he’s not just making the most appalling thing he can think of

• He enjoys soccer (in a human au I like to imagine him, Amane, Kou, and Yokoo would all be on the soccer team together)

• Supernaturals don’t need to sleep but Tsukasa is the only one who doesn’t bother sleeping at all. Most of the others enjoy having some time to rest but he likes to remain alert 24/7

• He likes to play red light/green light but he says red light crazy fast to scare ppl

• If you were ever on a long drive with him he would 100% start singing “One Hundred Bottles Of Milk On The Wall” and not stop until you reached your destination

That’s all I’ve got for now, thank you for the ask!! I love Tsukasa sm

[myesmi]

hi hi! i saw that you were taking requests, and i'd love to hear your personal headcanons about thomas hewitt (and maybe jason voorhees?)!

have a nice day!

THOMAS HEWITT GENERAL HEADCANONS. 𓂅 ˖ ࣪

cw. my personal general headcanons, mentions of insecurity and mental illness, bones / bone collecting, etcetera

note. ahh tysm for the request!! <3 i’m so glad you’d like to hear my personal hcs for ol’ thomas! i hope you enjoy my thoughts, it’s a little all over the place, so apologies! and speaking for jason voorhees, i’ll do another post at a later time for general hcs! comments and reblogs always appreciated! <3

requests are open. masterlist.

thomas is not shy, he’s reserved. he keeps to himself not because he’s particularly shy or afraid, but because he was conditioned to think, ‘ why would anybody be interested? ’

he spent his entire life being aggressively put down by the town he grew up in, as well as his family. charlie, hoyt, while he would defend thomas when needed ( as hewitts stick together ), was not one for kind words. and uncle monty was quiet and not particularly the supportive kind.

so, thomas really only had luda mae to depend on for emotional support. she was the matriarch, and the one whom he cares for the deepest. you mess with luda? you’re messing with him.

in general, thomas is naturally a protective man, if not also an envious man. of course he wants his family to be safe and sound, he was simply surrounded by the fact damn near his entire life. protect your family.

and yet thomas is a deeply jealous, deeply insecure man. his intimidating size is already enough to make him wish he was smaller, however growing up deformed? poor? and he never really did too amazing in school either.

i feel like at some point, thomas came to terms with his physical situation. he had to. there was nothing he could to do change his physical self, so he had to learn how to deal with it. that doesn’t mean he’s any less frightfully insecure, however.

which leads me to believe that he’s quick to annoyance / anger. he is a patient man to an extent when it comes to work and chores, and especially towards his family. but with victims? outsiders? he is extremely quick to anger, or even violence. it comes from a deeply rooted place of discomfort.

thomas only trusts his family. they know what’s best for the hewitt household.

speaking of, while thomas is much larger, and much stronger than everyone in his little family unit, he remains firmly underneath them and their words. he is still their little boy that they took in. hoyt basically runs the household, especially by the point in the movies, he’s taken over as leader.

it doesn’t feel right saying that thomas is afraid of hoyt, but he most certainly does not want to go against him, or make him angry. hoyt has always been an angry man, especially after returning from the war. ( however, it wouldn’t be impossible for thomas to stand up to hoyt, especially if it were for thomas’s s/o. however that could be explained further if anyone wanted to request s/o headcanons or something… <3 )

switching gears, thomas is crafty. of course we know this, he creates his own masks. however, i feel like he just generally likes crafts. thomas is into creating, as it makes him feel… good. he’s creating, instead of destroying. positive to distract from the negative, y’know?

thomas is also a huge workaholic. he spends almost all of his time working around the hewitt farm, doing any type of chore and any type of work his family requests of him.

and however, despite being a workaholic who often strays far into the night, thomas is an early bird. the quiet moments in the mornings are his favorites. no one knows it, but he often wakes up before the crack of dawn to watch the sunrise, sneaking his way through the house to watch through the kitchen window above the sink.

and as for hobbies, bone collecting. of course this one was coming. i feel like thomas, being crafty and spending a lot of his time on the farm doing various tasks, comes across some old animal carcasses time to time. little bones left behind by natural scavengers. so? he collects them. has been since he was a young boy ( which in turn made him an even bigger outcast… ). he has many an old, dusty jar full of various bones from animals such as rabbits, field mice, deer, etcetera. he even was able to collect a few skulls.

also? pressed flowers. thomas would never reveal this to any of his family members, especially hoyt, but when he comes across a wild flower in the field? little clumps of ditzy white flowers growing along the roadside? he’ll carefully pick them, place them in his pocket, and at the end of the day, press them into a little battered, empty journal he found. it’s rather beautiful, his own pretty little slice of the world to admire.

i also think thomas collects whatever little nicknacks he comes across. little old, cracked glass figurines, old metal pieces, discarded cds, interesting little coins, etcetera. he keeps them in a box, hidden in his basement work station most likely, alongside his hidden journal filled with pressed flowers.

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[sc0tters]

Hard Launch | Timo Meier

summary: turns out your worries were for nothing when everyone loves the announcement of your new relationship

request: yes/no

warnings: none

word count: 1.16k

authors note: this might be my new favourite type of trope to talk about as the formula one stuff makes me smile (might even have to make an au with a driver) but for now you can look to the celly instead!

Austria had always been your favourite track.

It was the first you scored points, the second you got a podium, and your first win. This was also going to be the first race that your boyfriend was going to watch. As you two started dating last December this was only the second race that Timo would be able to go to after the first was in Canada.

But now you weren’t thinking about that as you watched him sleep in the bed at the hotel “I can feel you staring.” Timo mumbled rolling over as you had been sat by the vanity “just wanted to see my pretty boy.” You cooed getting up as you tied off the end of your braid.

Timo smiled opening his eyes as you sat on the bed next to him “what time are we meant to go?” His hand rubbed against your knee as he propped himself up “Zak has me doing a press conference with Lando this morning so I’ll see you there.” Your words made him frown “I promise you’ll have fun.” You tried to offer him some comfort as you spent him for breakfast with Daniel “good luck today if I don’t see you later.” Timo pressed his lips against yours as he pinched your chin between his fingers.

The boy laughed as you pressed your forehead against his “I’m gonna miss you.” You frowned placing your hand on top of his “after England we will have plenty of time to cuddle.” With almost a month off you two were going to then spend your time in Switzerland.

It made you raise your eyebrows “just cuddle?” Your lips brushed over his “you know that we will be doing a whole lot more than just cuddling.” Timo smirked as his fingers pinched at your side “now I seriously have to go!” You announced getting up as you sent him a salute before you left the room.

Timo knew he loved watching you on tv but that poor boy swore he spent half of that race hiding behind his face as he had watched you defend for your life when Max was on the same tires as you. The cameras had seen him but nobody beyond your friends and competitors on track knew who knew who he truly was to you.

So as you got out of your car and hit your halo as you punched your fists into the air there was only one man you truly wanted to see in that moment “my good luck charm.” You mumble pulling your helmet off of your head “come get your reward baby!” Timo cheered with a smile as you locked your hand into his shirt bringing him down to your level so that you could kiss him.

He loved how cheers erupted from around you both as the clear sound of Max’s laughter came into your ears as Timo smiled into the kiss “who knew you had such game?” The Dutch boy teased as you causing you to stick your tongue out at him.

Months had gone by and even as your fans adored seeing more of you with Timo as you now sat with him in his New Jersey apartment during your break before Las Vegas you felt nerves eat up at you.

Sure you knew it was stupid but all you truly wanted was for his fans to take to you too “what are you thinking about?” Timo smiled seeing you stare at how his jersey looked on you “what if they don’t like me-” he didn’t even let you finish your sentence as he wrapped his hands around your waist “if they don’t then they’re all idiots.” Timo mumbled cupping your face in his hands.

It sent your mind to ease as he kissed your head “besides I’ve got the coolest girlfriend so who gives a fuck?” His accent with the English swear words made you laugh “I love you baby.” He cooed bringing his lips on yours “I love you too.” You nodded running your fingers along the hem of his shirt.

The hockey player hugged you “just have fun tonight and I’ll see you by the locker rooms afterwards.” You smiled as he swayed the two of you on the spot “my love.” You mumbled looking up at him as your chin pressed against his chest.

You had Timo grinning “yes?” He waited to hear what you seemed desperate to say “score a goal for me tonight?” There was a playful sense to your voice causing him to laugh “you know I will.” He tapped your nose causing it to scrunch.

His laugh echoed through your ears as his phone went off “I have to go but I will be seeing you later.” Timo pecked your lips as he saw the message that Nico was downstairs “play your heart out tonight.” You loved watching him walk off in his suit.

The clip from that game that everyone was talking about, including the commentators, was the one of Timo pointing into the crowd after he scored. As he banged his hand on his chest you did the same thing mirroring your own winning celebration. When he ended it off with blowing a kiss in your direction you truly couldn’t handle it anymore as allowing your cheeks to turn red. Of course that was when everyone officially knew that you were together.

Even the reporter who interviewed him after his hat trick brought it up so that meant that everyone was talking about it “how do you feel driving that fast?” Luke asked as he enjoyed talking to you “honestly I don’t think about my speed when I’m on the track.” You shrugged not thinking about it.

It made Jack laugh from beside him “told you we should have come only with us.” Jack ruffled his hand through his younger brothers hair “now can you boys let me see my girlfriend.” Timo turned to you with jealousy evident in his voice.

He was sweaty as his hair stuck to his forehead “there’s my star player.” You smiled walking over to him as you let your hand wrap around his bicep “I’m proud of you.” Your voice was soft as you pushed onto your tippy toes to kiss his lips.

Neither one of you noticed that his teammates were watching the interaction with smiles on their faces “do you boys mind?” Timo tried to glare at them with the hopes that the boys would leave “you think she could let us come visit in Vegas?” Dawson sent you a toothy grin causing you both to laugh.

“You all know that the answer is going to yes.”

Timo

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Augusnippets Day 15 - Medical Complications - Ted Lasso

cw past child abuse, broken bones

“Get Tartt’s Oscar ready,” Nate chuckled under his breath after the yellow had eventually been given. Roy froze, looking at the pitch for the first time. Jamie was still down. It was just a little check, far harder tackles had been taken in this match so far. It was just a little nudge. So why was Jamie still curled up in the foetal position clutching his arm.

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Jamie was in full flight, dancing across the pitch. It was just their pre-season tour of Spain. It was a make believe match and Beard had actually encouraged Roy to think of the match in that way. The team had worked hard, they had adapted to post Lasso life and had crushed it. The match against Cadiz didn’t matter and so let the boys play, let them remember that this was a game above all else. Unfortunately their opponents hadn’t got the message. About ten minutes in Colin had leapt up over a leg breaker tackle and just before half time Isaac had to physically remove Jamie from a fight someone had tried to start with Jan Maas. The Dutchman could be trusted not to get sent off. The Mancunian could not. Jamie had gone through some breathing exercises with Beard and was now trusted to go out there and play without going full prick. Once again, their opponents had not get the message.

It was a harmless block off really. Jamie had nutmegged the left midfielder and chased after his perfectly weighted ball, only to be checked off the ball by the defender. The ball bounced off out the side of the pitch and Jamie slammed into the floor. His shocked yelp was the first indication that something was wrong. “Ref!” Roy yelled, before storming to get into the face of the poor fourth official.

“Get Tartt’s Oscar ready,” Nate chuckled under his breath after the yellow had eventually been given. Roy froze, looking at the pitch for the first time. Jamie was still down. It was just a little check, far harder tackles had been taken in this match so far. It was just a little nudge. So why was Jamie still curled up in the foetal position clutching his arm.

“I think he’s really hurt,” Sam frowned, stepping up off the bench to stand next to Roy. That spurred the physios into action and they sprinted onto the pitch. Thankfully it didn’t take much to get Jamie upright, but he was hurt. His face was ghostly and eyes were screwed shut while the physios supported his arm.

“His wrist,” one of them whispered to Roy on the way past.

“I’ll go with him,” Sam promised and Roy nodded. They had a second tier Spanish team to destroy.

“It’s broken,” Sam sighed when Roy finally was able to meet them at the hospital.

“How the fuck is it broken?” Roy growled.

“The doctor said that it had multiple not correctly set hairline fractures weakening the bone from years ago,” Sam worried his bottom lip and couldn’t look at Roy as he explained.

“How the fuck would he have multiple not treated …” Roy asked, but the frustration seeped out of him as he realised why. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” Roy stated, a cool calm fury settling over him like a well worn blanket.

“I don’t think it’s Jamie’s fault, he seems quite upset about it,” Sam frowned.

“Not him.”

“They let you pick the colour?” Roy asked, startling Jamie out of his intense staring at the dark blue cast. Jamie was sat on the bed still in his muddy kit from the game and sweat causing his hair to stick up in all directions.

“Yeah. Nearly asked for City blue but thought that might be pushing it,” he smiled softly.

“Did you know your wrist was fucked?” Roy sighed, settling into the seat Sam must have dragged closer.

“It’s always hurt to write but who writes anymore?” Jamie shrugged. “They think it was broken when I was about ten and just never treated and got worse over time from people grabbing my wrist and stuff.”

“People?” Roy growled.

Jamie curled up on himself even more. “Can we not? Not do all of that protective posturing and shit?” he sighed, looking so bone tired.

“Every time I think I’ve got to the bottom of all the shit he put you through there’s a new low,” Roy huffed, nails digging into his own legs to try and settle himself. He can see it in Jamie now, the lingering after image of his dad’s fingers digging into an already sore joint to drag Jamie somewhere. Roy had played off injuries so many times but he would bet his house that little Jamie had told his Dad that his wrist hurt when he broke it. And the man didn’t give a shit.

“Injuries happen, it’s fine,” Jamie shrugged.

“Injuries happen, they can also be caused by someone being a shit stain. This is the second,” Roy stated, moving to make sure Jamie was looking at him. Jamie caught his eye and nodded, despite the thin line of moisture gathering.

“Fine, sure. When can we blow this joint?”

[lya-dustin]

A Comedy of Non-mathematical Errors

Chapter 1

No matter how he tries, he cannot get Oliver to make an introduction.

In fact, Michael had already left the King's Arms when Felix spotted Oliver.

“Rather liked his shirt, the pun's fucking hilarious, tell him I said so.” Felix said when he and Oliver went back to his place since Oliver was too hammered to leave.

“I’ll tell him.” Oliver promised and never did.

Despite Felix’s attempts to get Michael to speak to him, all that happens is that he learns his brother hates him.

Like hate hates him.

“He thinks you are a vapid cunt who doesn’t even know how to read.” Oliver puts it plainly after his last attempt before finals ends in abject failure.

Felix is hurt by that, especially because he had hoped everyone was exaggerating about it.

So hurt he doesn’t go out drinking with Farleigh, Annabel, and India.

So hurt he studies all night for his final exam.

It is strangely rewarding to earn something on his own. So rewarding he cannot stop himself from cornering Michael to show him.

“What makes you think I care about your fucking score?” Michael asks angrily and confused. “Daddy’s money bought you the school either way.”

“I studied; I worked my ass off to get this score. Just because I like fun and aren’t a maths genius like you and dad, it doesn’t mean I’m a dumb ass, Michael Cherwell Catton.” Felix has never bothered to defend himself like this, but he is about to change this nerd’s life.

“My name is Michael Gavey. Catton is your last name, genius.” Michael may hate him more when he tells him he is his brother, not just a brother, but twin brother.

“About that, Mrs. Gavey isn’t your real mum. Your middle name is Cherwell because mine is River, and you were kidnapped as a baby by our nanny.” Felix knows it sounds fucking ridiculous and has said long lost brother tell him so saying he should lay off the drugs.

“Stay away from me, Catton.” The blond warns, shoving him away, but Felix knows he can’t, not if they want to confirm or deny his suspicions.

“Let’s make a deal, we take a DNA test. If I’m wrong, we’ll never even breathe in the same room again, but if I’m right I’m taking you to Saltburn where you belong.” Felix offers his hand and spits on his palm as he presents his deal.

“Fine, I’ll do it, but you’re paying for this bullshit. Catton.” Michael squared up as if he were more than just the creepy nerd everyone knew him as.

“We have a deal.” Felix continues to offer his hand to make it binding, but his brother refuses to shake it.

Fucking unsanitary, he said.

Felix is so excited he can’t help but he calls his mother to tell her after he drags Michael to the nearest lab and gets tested.

Two days later everyone including the butler and poor dear Pamela is there waiting with bated breath as Michael opens the test results.

Michael Cherwell Gavey is Michael Cherwell Catton, the baby boy that was kidnapped ---and declared dead--- twenty years ago today.

Mama is crying, dad excited knowing the family is saved from ruin, Venetia is cautious, Farleigh pretends he didn’t torment him during the past year and Felix is so happy his hunch was right he completely forgot to even tell Oliver when he called him to cancel their plans for tonight this morning.

“You must come live with us; we must make up for the twenty years you spent away from us.” His mother held Michael’s hands as she kept the affection to a minimum, sensing he was uncomfortable with it.

Michael, still stunned, accepts only because no one can say no to mum.

“You are going to love Saltburn, Mickey.”

Michael had the occasional fantasy of meeting his father as all fatherless children do, but he never thought he would end up being a completely different person related to Felix fucking Catton.

Even worse, his twin fucking brother.

There is no logical explanation for this. Sure, babies get kidnapped at an alarming rate, but how did he manage to escape the radar when his name is the same his parents gave him.

Sweet baby Jesus, did he overdo it with the beer last night?

He can’t recall having more than a pint, but a fucked-up drink from overdrinking made more sense than this.

And yet the tests didn’t lie, science much like math couldn’t lie.

“A friend of Felix’s is coming to stay with us, I think Felix said he was a friend of yours too.” Elspeth Catton is nice, if a bit snobbish, and after accepting her invitation to their estate, took him shopping for a proper wardrobe.

While she did like his math pun shirts, Elspeth said she detested ugliness and her children were not ugly, just a healthy amount of strange.

“He was, or never was a friend of mine. Oliver Quick licks too many boots for my tastes.” Michael admits and while he dreads having to see him again ---worse endure Felix and Farleigh’s vapidness all summer--- the maths genius has always wanted his pound of flesh.

Now that he has everything Felix has and some more, he was going to make Oliver fucking Quick regret tossing aside for Felix.

“I suppose his harsh life made him that way, Felix told me he lost his father recently and his situation at home is less than ideal.” The blonde woman said with pity, as if being middle class and having two parents and two sisters was such a burden.

The dead father he believes it, Michael had not spoken to him since he confronted him at the library, but there is no fucking way Oliver has known actual suffering.

“Perhaps the summer may have us all three be friends.” Or the worst of enemies.

Nothing would kill Oliver like having Felix replace him with Michael. After all what is a friend to your own fucking brother?

[urstruly-ghst]

pre-nrc deuce + goody-two-shoes! reader

note : i needed more deuce spade delinquent au. if u have some thoughts to share abt this au, ask em away!

cw : gn! reader (though might be femme on some ends), established relationship, fighting, delinquent deuce behavior such as : threats (not to u) and violence ++ controlling parents (mostly mom)

deuce spade

Your relationship with him was beyond fulfilling if one were to ask you about it, the way you found comfort in uncertainties with Deuce’s guiding hand– and also leaving a small boring routine of just sleeping, eating, and studying. You adored how he tried to bring you to life and give you something worth the experience. 

That’s not to say that everything in your relationship with him was happy and smooth sailing. Sometimes, if not most, your lives constantly clash the wrong way. For instance, Deuce’s life of adrenaline before the prelims for the vast colleges that offered different students contrasts with your virtuous studying and worrying. You vaguely remember the angry words you slipped in as Deuce shouted, clearly angered and hurt.

Another bump was your parents. You’re the goody-two-shoes, the lovely sweet child they raised with high hopes you won’t meddle with your town’s messy parts. Admittedly, they all just wanted the best for their bright child, but it was clear that their fear and detestation extended to Deuce’s reputation. After all, why would they want their most shining star snuffed out by the bad boy who threatened people with his uniquely strong magic and fists? 

It does get better, though. Deuce made sure of it. For you and him. 

… 

“What is with you bothering my child during this crucial exam, Spade?!” Your mother yelled at Deuce for the nth time; he got caught sneaking over the picket fences your family built on an exam night. While you would usually defend Deuce, you frowned and crossed your arms as you saw Deuce peek over.

“No offense, ma’am. But you say that to every exam yer baby takes, can’t I just steal ‘em and… get to spend time with them? It’s been over a week and–” Deuce started, voice clearly hoarse from running and probably yelling when he got caught. 

“No, lad. Listen here. My baby is not like you. They’re doing all they can to get into that college, and I’ll be damned if you’re here leeching off them!” That shocked you, broke your heart when you saw Deuce falter, and you immediately huffed and told your mother off– this was far too much even for you. You adored your mother; you held her in high regard with how she withstood the shady town with a stern attitude. You remembered how she played her cool when a robber dug a knife into her old jeans, trying to scare the wits off her– she laughed and gave a penny. She was that strong. 

But today, you saw her as a controlling woman. Not that you never saw her gorgeous veneer now, but her attitude with Deuce– the one you spent nearly two years together– made you realize her demeanor was both an asset and a burden. 

“Don’t meddle with them, sweetheart. Your mother was more than right. This exam is worth more than that delinquent who beats boys up and gets into some naive girl’s pants.” You froze at his statement, hurt washed over your heart, and you prayed that Deuce didn’t hear that– his already shattered heart would crumble. Deuce was aware of your parent’s distaste for him; he fought tooth and nail to even sit at the dinner table with you. 

“He isn’t like that, father! I am aware that all this boiled down to this exam, but you’ve known I studied well enough for the past week! And for the record, Deuce proved himself time and time again that he would never be disloyal or violent to me!”

“Oh, so violence is alright with you? You permit him to beat up some poor lad because, what, he failed to notice his glare?!” 

“Don’t put words in my mouth! You know that wasn’t what I–”

Deuce suddenly stepped in, and his bleached locks immediately took over your vision. As hurtful as those words were, Deuce knew that your parent’s anger was justified and had a grain of truth to it. It stung for your lover’s inspiration won’t bother to acknowledge your step toward improvement, but he knew giving up meant giving up those two years with you– and Deuce would instead be buried alive than give you up. He’s yours, and you’re his. 

“I know what the rumors said. I know myself better than you. I know me dating (Y/N) is not what you want. My reputation weighs heavy over theirs. But this thing– our thing– is a delicate balance that I so badly want to be stable. Watch me; I’ll change. I swear on my mother’s heart.”

--- 

bonus ! deuce spade nrc era!

Deuce did change. After that night, tears fell, and comforting words were exchanged– a fire lit inside both of you. You remembered the tight hug you gave Deuce when you opted to stay out of the house to ride with Deuce into your secret place. A beautiful large oak tree covered with couples' initials, but yours and Deuce’s were the only thing that mattered. 

“Hi, babe.” Deuce awkwardly greeted you. A thing you noticed with him was how reduced to being shyer now in contrast with his confident and laidback demeanor a year ago. You giggled; you wondered where that spunk went. Deuce stared at you lovingly. He was so glad the holidays brought you back to him.

While it was difficult, being in different colleges and vastly different lives, you remained in touch and obviously still in love. The way he kissed you was still the same, and the way he stared at you was the same, but the way he smiled was different. He now smiled with the confidence that he could keep you.

Meeting in the middle, you both intertwined like puzzle pieces. You often wondered how it felt so right to be in the supposed tough-as-rocks Deuce, but maybe because it was the fact that he is Deuce Spade. A soft man turned tough by the pushes of the world around him, a fractured life of kitchen table bills and a competition to be the best in something never made things easier. 

Good thing he can now patch up. With or without you, but he preferred it to be with you. 

“Hello to you too, Mr. Juice.”

“That Ace!”

You shut his grumbling; a kiss was enough to shut him up. Or two. Maybe three–

[archivalofsins]

Milgram Characters as The Lonely Island songs

This is The Lonely Island literally every song here is explicit and contains toilet humor. These songs are from the 2010s this is the only warning I'm giving.

Haruka and Kotoko- Shy Ronnie

"*mumbling* Speak up! Shy Ronnie, speak up! *mumbling* Okay, I'll take it from here. HA-HA! Okay." "HA-HA! Names Shy Ronnie and I'm running this shit- You know I stay steady strapping cause life is a bitch- Hey- *mumbling* I forgot my purse buh-bye again."

20/05/27

Haruka: Haa…… haa……Haa…… Ah…… Um…… Ko-Koto-Kotokotoko-san…… Kotoko: ……what? Haruka: Eek…… eh, um……! I-I! I’m sorry! ……I-I’ll see you later……! Kotoko: ……what was that about? This is the third time. Mikoto: Oh~ Koto-chan, you’re here. The guard was complaining earlier that you never answered their call. Kotoko: Huh? ……I never heard about anything like… Haruka……!?

Yuno- Hugs "You think we're an item just because I gave you a hug- Trick you better think again." "I don't love 'em end of the fucking discussion." "So, don't catch feelings it ain't love."

"“Poor naïve little girl”? So off the mark, what’s it to you? It’s just absurd."

"Like really, who do you think you are?"

Futa- Threw It On The Ground

"You must think I'm a joke. I ain't gonna be part of your system." - "I don't need your handouts! I'm an adult! Please, you can't buy me!"- "Welcome to the real world jackass."

"Bust out, explode that counter uppercut!" - "The fight’s up here! Come up to the ring and face me!"

"It’s not even my fault, not even slightly."

Mu: I'm So Humble

"I've got it all and I'm getting more but I never fall. Beat 'em all. Cause you know I'm so humble." - "The thing about me that's so impressive is how infrequently I mention all of my successes." "My bellies full from all the pride I swallow."

"I told you I’m queen, and it’s always the same. God gave me everything, everything is as I wish."

"Take more and more (honey) and devote to me."

Shidou: YOLO You Oughta Look Out. "This life is a precious gift. So, don't get too crazy it's not worth the risk. You know that we are still young. So don't be dumb. Don't trust anyone cause you only live once."

(This is for the bit. I'm not even going to try to defend this. Though warning this song could exacerbate paranoia. In the same way dumb ways to die can. Also has some body horror in it.)

"Those cards of promise I discarded, they were retribution for my incessant taking- In that case, give me the chance to make amends. To extract that fang, now."

Gotta childproof another house now. Hopefully this time he does it better.

"So this is unpleasant, so this makes me sick What do you mean INNOCENT, if this is my punishment. Now I see, this world is cruel and merciless. I want to be INNOCENT, I want to live."

Man uses reverse psychology at the most inopportune time. Side note Shidou, Kazui and Mikoto- Diaper Money.

Mahiru and Kazui: The Creep

"When you're out at a club and you see a fly girl do the creep. And if you want to make friends at the atm do the creep."

(This is self-explanatory but also me being petty that Mahiru got the creepy allegations and Kazui does about the same shit she does. So I threw him in here too.)

"My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight. Tell me, oh tell me why, can’t I just do it right?"

Kazui: 3-Way (The Golden Rule) "Hey boy's I want you both. I hope that you think that's cool- I know most guys won't freak together. But she forgot about the golden rule; it's okay when it's in a three way. It's not gay when it's in a three way. With a honey in the middle there's some leeway." "The areas grey in a one, two, three way." "Here in the dark (here in the dark) it's hard to tell (so hard to tell)- where her body ends (lala) and my homies begins."

"The beating of this heart... see... it’s no longer about good and bad... it isn’t."

"I just wanted to ask, so it’s out in the open. I just got a little greedy."

"I wanted to be loved, just like a cat. Maybe act capricious, on my word and at my fancy."

Amane: "F**k Off" "Fuck off, cause I might be young but I'll dig your grave 'til the job is done. So, fuck off- I'm gonna live forever!" "Cause you're not my dad so shut the fuck up and wipe my ass."

"The “It can’t be helped”, from the scum that can’t be helped. That makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, categorically, emphatically, GUILTY!"

"You’re sorry? I don’t care! Please, go ahead and die already."

Mikoto: Just 2 Guyz "We're just two guys who are having a good time." "Having fun guy one? The most fun in the world." (gets increasingly more ominous and no one sounds like they're having a good time. I feel like this one is self explanatory.)

[kami-kun1003]

this is based off an AU i have where Silver is a lot more paranoid and dishonest, but learned to hide it behind his peaceful mask of the soft spoken boy we all know and love. basically Silver if Disney had made him a villain like the other characters but he’s still not quite as bad

i kinda just wrote all this in one go so excuse any poor writing

~~~

There were so many people here.

Silver breathed in for seven seconds, allowing the air to fill his lungs, then let it out slowly.

He’d never seen so many individuals before in his entire life. Hundreds of students standing in one massive room, all wearing the same dark ceremonial robes.

Despite his attempts to remain calm, his heart stubbornly refused to cease its rapid beating. He’d always been taught to be wary of strangers; you never knew which one could be a foe.

And now he was surrounded by them.

Potential threats were everywhere. Someone could be lurking in that shadow, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. That person over there looked fidgety— was he armed with a hidden blade?

Silver’s eyes darted around as his anxieties grew. How had Father and Malleus been fine for an entire year without him and Sebek to protect them? He knew not to underestimate their abilities, but you could never be too cautious in a place like this.

His breathing grew erratic as the world seemed almost dreamlike. He couldn’t stop the paranoia from overtaking his mind.

An arm bumped into him. He whipped his head around, ready to defend himself against whoever the assailant was, only to realize it was Lilia.

“Oops, my apologies, Silver.” The fae smiled cheerfully at him. “Isn’t this exciting?”

He wanted to argue that it was anything but exciting. That it was terrifying, and he was overwhelmed and wished to leave.

But of course he couldn’t. So instead, he forced his muscles to relax and returned the smile. “Yes, I’ve been quite enjoying myself.” The lie rolled easily off his tongue. “I’m looking forward to being sorted. I hope the Dark Mirror finds me suitable for Diasomnia so that I may be at your and Malleus’s side.”

Only the last sentence was true. He despised the idea of walking up there for everyone to see him with his back turned. What would they think? What if they found him weak? What if something happened while he was away? He wasn’t sure he could get to Lilia or Malleus in time if an assassin were to take advantage of him being on the other side of the room.

“Soothe your nerves, there is nothing to be afraid of.” As though reading his thoughts, his father attempted to reassure him. “It’s only natural to be nervous, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

But you might not be. Silver held back a sigh and merely nodded.

“Trust me, Silver.” Lilia chuckled behind a hand. “You’re always so worried over us. It’s truly endearing.”

There it was again; talking down on him like he was just being a silly, overdramatic child. Silver deeply hated that, and wouldn’t take it from anyone but his father.

“Right. I’m sorry— I’ll try to compose myself better.” He responded with his usual expressionless face.

“That’s the spirit.” Seeing Lilia’s joyous grin was almost enough to wash away his fears. “I believe it’s nearly your turn. Don’t panic, now.” His tone was light and teasing, as though oblivious to how likely it was for that to actually happen.

“I won’t.” Silver dearly hoped his words wouldn’t turn out another lie. “I’m not that scared, old man…”

“Really? I noticed you looked rather unsettled for a while.” His father pointed out, always the observant fae. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine.” It took some effort to keep his voice calm. “I greatly appreciate your concern, but there’s no need to worry about me.”

“Well, if you say so.” Lilia shrugged, and turned his attention onto the current student being sorted into Octavinelle.

Silver wasn’t sure what he’d do if he was put into anywhere aside from Diasomnia. Request a dorm transfer, perhaps, no matter how tedious the process was.

He wouldn’t allow anything to stand in the way between him and his duty as a bodyguard. Not seperate dorms, not the other students, not his own sleepiness.

He was theirs, forever and ever.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

ROAD TO FICTIONAL WRESTLEMANIA

KARL HEISENBERG ADDRESSES HIS OPPONENTS AHEAD OF THEIR SHOWDOWN:

(ABW Backstage Interview with Karl Heisenberg)

(The scene opens backstage at WWE Monday Night Fresh. The camera zooms in on Karl Heisenberg, clad in his usual mechanic’s outfit with his trademark hammer slung over his shoulder. His glasses gleam under the lights as he lounges against a metal crate. Heisenberg is scheduled to face Cal Kestis, the United States Champion, and Jack Marston in a triple threat match for the title. The interviewer, holding the mic nervously, steps in)

Interviewer: Karl, in a few weeks at Fictional Wrestlemania, you’ll be stepping into the ring with the United States Champion, Cal Kestis, and Jack Marston. What’s your strategy going into this match?

Karl Heisenberg: (chuckles) My strategy? Oh, I don't need a half-baked "strategy." See, I don’t do “plans” like some religious nut with a glow-stick fetish or that wannabe cowboy freak trying to live up to daddy's reputation. I am the plan, sweetheart. I show up, I break things, and I take what’s mine.

Interviewer: Well, Cal Kestis is known for his agility and he’s successfully defended his title in the past. And Jack Marston has that gritty resilience we’ve seen in past matches. You really can’t count them out of anything. Don’t you think you’re underestimating them?

Heisenberg: (mockingly laughs) "Agility"? Oh, don’t make me laugh. Cal Kestis is a D-tier fighter, at best, who thinks just because he prays to “The Force”, he’s got what it takes to be a champion. He only won the United States Championship out of sheer stupid luck. In fact, the only thing he has going for him is that Goth girl, Merrin, who follows him around and makes sure he doesn’t lose. Yeah, “real impressive”. Oh, “so scary”. Let me tell you something about Cal Kestis—he's a boy playing hero in a galaxy that never wanted him. He thinks his religion, The Force, gives him power, but I've got real power, honey. My skills don’t come from cults or Daddy’s sad legacy like Marston over there. I built my power with my own two hands. You know, the kind of thing real men do.

Interviewer: Since you mentioned him, anything else you want to say about Jack Marston?

Heisenberg: Jack? Oh, that poor sap. Daddy’s little desperado. He’s spent his whole life trying to prove he’s more than John Marston’s shadow, but newsflash, kid: you’re just as boring as your old man. John was nothing more than a championship thief, and his son? Jack’s not even that. You, Jack, don’t even have an iota of the already-minuscule charisma and talent that your father had. You’re just a sad little wannabe cowboy. Now let me make one thing clear; Cal is a religious nut and Jack is a cowboy reject. Me…I’m a f****** storm…and Cal and Jack are walking straight into it.

Heisenberg smirks, leaning closer to the mic.

Heisenberg: Marston can bring his plastic revolvers, Kestis can bring his “Force,”…and I’ll bring my hammer and a whole lot of pain. I don’t care who’s in my path, I’m gonna crush anyone who stands in my way. That United States title? That’s not Cal's to defend or Marston’s to dream about. It's gonna look real nice around my waist when I'm done with those two clowns.

Interviewer: (looking a bit uneasy) So you're confident that at Fictional Wrestlemania, you’ll be walking away with the United States Championship?

Heisenberg: Confident? Nah, that’s too small a word. I’m certain. There’s a difference. You see, they’re gonna be walking into the ring thinking they’re the main character. They’re thinking of cementing their legacy. But me? I just want to tear them apart and have a good time doing it. I’m the one-man wrecking crew they didn’t know they needed to fear, but after Fictional Wrestlemania…they’ll never forget.

Heisenberg adjusts his glasses, the sinister grin never leaving his face.

Heisenberg: And when I walk out of that ring with the United States Championship, it won’t be because of destiny or honor or any of that crap they keep preaching. It’ll be because I am the future of this place. And the future? It belongs to Heisenberg.

He turns and walks off screen, leaving the interviewer visibly relieved as the camera fades out.

[blues-valentine]

Your post was so long again but I agree about what you said about Tory from cobra Kai. The show victimizes her too much. Not saying that Sam has never done anything wrong but it’s crazy how every faults her for things while Tory can around starting a fight that ends with someone being kicked over railing and breaking into someone’s house and attacking them with a weapon not once but twice. It’s crazy.

I have a lot of comments about how those two in particular are written. The show doesn’t do a good job writing for their teenage characters and has an overall problem with classism. I can’t help but notice how the poor characters are presented with negative undertones. The Miguel story line in Mexico and the way it was presented? Awful. That’s another conversation for another day.

Let’s go back to the point of the ask and is going to be a LONG one so this will probably be my last take on this whole thing.

(Tory lovers — this is probably not your place).

The problem for me is how the show is so committed on making Sam the villain and the audience cheers for it like the excuses for hating on Sam are legitimate. This fandom has a huge misogyny problem. If Sam was depicted as a more "femme fatale" type of female character the conversation around her would be different. If you cannot sexualize Sam, then she’s just an annoying teenager and I’ve said this before and the way this fandom speaks about Sam proves me right.

The rivalry between Sam and Tory was so badly executed and they want to make it seem like it comes down to social class but they are unable to make it valid without inserting the boys into it. The show has been trying to put the blame on Sam for the school fight and repeatedly tells the audience she's the one to blame. This is a huge problem and to this day I’ve seen people blindly believe this. No one told Tory to walk into school to start a violent fight. The fact she gets defended over this is insane. Her violent actions created a domino effect and she has never apologized for it. No, it didn’t start because Sam cheated on Robby. Tory decided to resolve the issue by going after Sam instated of speaking to her boyfriend. Tory stans view the school fight as a win for her and that’s actually insane because it had nothing to do with Karate, that was a criminal act. She tried to kill someone. How can people expect Sam to be okay with her after that?

The show constantly vocalizes how Sam cheated on Robby. Almost as if we as an audience need to remember this fact about her to villainize her, but the show never tries to blame Miguel for cheating on Tory and never mentions how Sam was intoxicated during that party so the responsibility falls on Miguel’s shoulders more so than Sam. Miguel never gets called out for the things he does and I love him but this a recurrent problem with the show.

Another issue is how this fandom constantly devalues and minimizes Sam’s anxiety and PTSD. The amount of edits I’ve seen using Sam's panic attacks as a "look at Tory being so bad ass". Tory was a bully. Someone capable of going physical and aggressive. Sam was beat up in a brutal way, watched her ex boyfriend fall off the rails because of a fight Tory caused and her current boyfriend ran away as a result. I’ll be traumatized and Sam had a lot of reasons to hate Tory the way she did. It wasn’t a simple thing, it was straight up attempted murder. I am not saying the things Sam did were always right but I’m sure she’s allowed to feel that way but that’s the thing Sam is never allowed to feel aggression without being sell as unreasonable.

The show never tries to make Tory regret her actions but rather make excuses for her. That is the problem that would never let me fully root for her. We saw her semi apologize to Miguel, once. Then, episodes later we saw her telling Robby: "They get to have a normal life and we don’t". How does Miguel having a life altering injury and trauma normal for him? How does Sam developing PTSD and a crumpling guilt for something she didn’t do, normal? It’s the lack of self awareness. I’m sorry, Tory does not get to feel normal because actions like that should have consequences. The fact only Robby got to be punished by the school fight is wild considering Tory (and Hawk) deserved more and they got bare minimum.

Season 3 did nothing to show Tory understood the gravity of her actions or regrets the school fight because the season ends with her committing yet another crime: breaking into a house, demolishing private property and beating Sam up with a weapon. Again, made not mistakes, Sam deserves this. For some reason, anything Sam did cannot be worst than this. It’s what the show keeps trying to make us believe because Sam is rich and has a family. The show making Tory see reason in her mistakes is what should’ve kick started her redemption arc for season 4. Hawk’s redemption arc was done bad too. It’s okay to sympathize with Tory and her life but the way the writers and the audience make excuses for her it’s wild. Sam gets blamed for Dimitri getting his arm broken, not Hawk who did it and not Tory who verbally encouraged him.

Season 4 did Sam dirty and I’m terribly sorry for Mary Mouser. She clearly loves Sam but the writers don’t give her much to work with and keep deleting important scenes for her character. Plus, half of this fandom misogynist takes fall on her. Tory and Amanda's story line was terrible and so unrealistic and it did nothing but paint her as an unsupportive mother. I would never put my daughter's bully as a priority over my owns daugther’s comfort. I would never invite my daughter's bully into my own house, the place that’s supposed to be a safe space. Nothing about this plot was okay and it was pretty insulting to survivors. This plot was just to give Tory a 'redemption' that instated of having Tory apologize for her mistakes and realize the consequences of her actions, the writers angle this by making Sam to be the bully and the "unreasonable" one. Sam does not have to play nice with Tory. The show tries really hard to make it seem normal to forget and move on from a girl that tried to brutally harm you (twice) just because she’s poor and has not family support. Sam doesn’t have to be the better person. Life doesn’t work that way and there’s not justification for this. I do believe Tory regrets it but the show doesn’t do her any justice by constantly victimizing her.

Season 5 was a disappointment. Rushed and relied too much on fan service. I get that Tory’s situation was difficult and why it was hard for her not to tell anyone what Terry did but Sam’s reaction when Tory reveals to her the tournament was rigged isn’t exaggerated. It was absolutely valid. Firstly, Tory isn’t her friend. She is someone that has caused her pain both physically and mentally. Sam has been dealing with a lot of pressure because her "losing" that tournament put her family in a difficult situation. But, here’s the catch, Sam is rich so her struggles aren’t valid, according to the show.

As someone pointed out before, the Tory and Sam scene at her apartment was not meant to give Tory a believable redemption arc. It was used as a punch line against Sam and to further victimize Tory who still hasn’t apologized to Sam for beating her up and trashing her house. Tory's living situation was redirected towards Sam and her privilege and how "inconsiderable" of people’s struggles she is. How does Tory’s living situation changes Sam’s views on her? Or what she’s done to her? This angle makes me upset because it means people are allowed to be terrible just because of their life conditions. This isn’t doing people with financial struggles any favors. The show never gave Tory a redemption arc. They just sympathy baited the audience into thinking she’s justified. The writers overall have never done Tory justice as a character either. She was only given a personality until season 4, before that she was just one dimensional, she was there to serve as their own femme fatale / Sam’s rival.

I could go on and on about how the resolutions of the "rivalry" not only for Tory and Sam but Miguel and Robby were done terrible. Robby’s issues with Miguel and Johnny don’t get to be resolved after one fight. Johnny never proved he deserves Robby’s forgiveness. The baby plot was just a way to force Robby and Miguel to get along because "they’re family" now. Sam never got to heal from Tory’s actions. The narrative is trying to force it for plot sake. There’s a lot of baggage and to this day there’s people that go "Sam x Miguel and Robby x Tory double date for S6” as if those people suddenly being bffs is normal and realistic. That group of people could never be close friends. It was not done or developed in a believable or fair way.

I am a believer that season 5 was written that way because they weren’t sure about season 6 yet so they worked for it as a de facto finale. They tried to tie some loose ends but enough of an open ending to pick right up. And it shows.

[thebroccolination]

[Content Warning: sexual assault of minors]

There’s a documentary airing tomorrow on BBC2 about the late Johnny Kitagawa and the very open secret of the many sexual assault allegations against him.

For the uninitiated, Johnny was the founder and CEO of what I believe has been the most powerful music agency in Japan’s history. After founding the agency in 1962, Johnny and his sister Mary are known to have pulled a lot of questionable and downright abusive tactics to gain the amount of power J&A has enjoyed over the Japanese media industry.

Since their influence has been waning over the past decade or so, it’s difficult to explain concisely how strong they were, especially in the nineties and early aughts.

Like, companies were forbidden from using the idols’ images without express permission, so magazines would need to publish previews for upcoming issues featuring blacked-out silhouettes of the idols.

The point was to make J&A idols seem more exclusive and distant to augment their appeal, so only when the magazine was officially released were their images uncensored.

And of course, forever looming in the background were the ever-present allegations of sexual abuse by Johnny himself.

This isn’t in question, either. When detailed testaments from teenage boys were gathered and published in a massive expose by a well-known tabloid back in 1999, Johnny sued for defamation of character. Some of the charges—that J&A supplied minors with alcohol and drugs—were dropped. But the court found legitimacy in the sexual abuse charges. (The transcript is available in Japanese online somewhere, but I can’t remember where off the top of my head. I don’t remember if it was ever translated into English, but I’ll come back with a link if I find it.)

[Variety] Johnny Kitagawa: Power, Abuse, and the Japanese Omerta by Mark Schilling

Regardless, an official charge was never made, the public and fandom overlooked this open secret, and Johnny himself continued to live a wealthy and relatively secretive life behind the wall of his talents’ fame until his death in 2019 at the age of 87.

If you’re getting cult vibes from this, you’re drawing some sound conclusions

As an American fan who was once deep in the J&A fandoms of Tackey & Tsubasa, NEWS, Kanjani8, V6, KinKi Kids, etc.…this was a wild place to be in many ways.

From the outside, it’s probably simple enough to look at the facts and understand how clear-cut this is. Fans weren’t ignorant, either, and there was a persistent moral issue in supporting beloved idols while knowing that it led to a known abuser at the top.

And of course, not everyone believed or believes the allegations. Even if tomorrow’s documentary proves without doubt that Johnny Kitagawa sexually assaulted the children and teenagers under his power, there will always be defenders among the fanbase. At the lowest tier of morality, there will always be people whose personal comfort comes first, and rape is a big ole sad face threatening to ruin the flawless facade of Silly Handsome Rainbow Concert Land.

That said, I think what complicated things for a wide swath of the fanbase who did believe the allegations was how affectionately the idols themselves used to and still talk about Johnny. The man’s image for most fans was of an eccentric old man who had an acerbic sense of humor and spoke in random English snippets. “Did you see him?” an idol once asked the audience during a concert. “He was visiting backstage and said, ‘It’s hot out there today. They must be hot, those poor fans outside.’ So he took a box of bottled water and went to hand out waters to people.” Some fans exclaimed in recognition, and the idol laughed and said, “Someone remembers!” Because Johnny himself rarely appeared for interviews and released photos of himself only once every thousand years, the ongoing joke was that hardly anyone among the general public would have recognized this random old man as the mighty mogul of the music world. And because the idols themselves told such quirky stories, many fans chose to take the word of the idols they admired rather than confront the reality in newspapers.

While I lived in Japan, I rarely heard the allegations discussed, and whenever I brought it up among Japanese fans, the atmosphere got awkward and quiet until someone changed the subject. Worse was when I discussed it with members of the general public, many of whom seemed overwhelmingly aware but dismissive. “He’s a weird guy,” an older man once told me wryly. “Everyone knows he’s gay. That’s what they do.”

The subject of Johnny Kitagawa’s abuse is such a wide-reaching and nuanced subject, there’s no way the BBC documentary will be able to introduce Japan’s media culture, the entire J&A system, and the depth of Johnny’s abuse in an hour. But I’m relieved that it’s happening at all because for so, so long, the Japanese media has been unwilling to lose the money-making factory that is J&A by shining a spotlight on Johnny’s crimes, and so the victims of his abuse have been either ignored or reviled.

The thing to remember, I think, is the thing I keep coming back to. The vast majority of these idols joined J&A very young, and many of the older members in their twenties, thirties, and up have no other job experience to this day. Most have no university degree, and some never graduated or even attended high school. This is all some of them have, all they’ve ever had, and the sheer fear of needing to go into the job market at sixteen with nothing on your resume but junior high and “danced behind famous people for three years” in a country as stringent as Japan is unimaginable to me.

(TV Guide’s June 2000 cover featuring the Golden Era of Johnny’s Juniors, most of whom worked so extensively that they were unable to graduate high school or university. In more recent years, the agency has put stronger emphasis on Juniors pursuing their education.)

I don’t follow J&A idols anymore, but I imagine it’s less common today for someone to casually explain that he joined the agency at twelve to help support his struggling single mother and siblings. One of the saddest things I’ve ever heard Takizawa Hideaki say was how happy he was at fourteen when he realized he was among other boys whose fathers had abandoned their families. He grew up in poverty and joined J&A at thirteen, and if I start talking about his history with the agency I’ll never stop. (Thankfully, he and most of his generation have left the agency since Johnny’s death and are pursuing their own paths—though none that I’m aware of have spoken ill of their former boss.)

In the nineties, Juniors slept in two dormitories. Dormitory A was where the Juniors guaranteed to debut slept, and boys in Dormitory B knew it. The most famous boys living in the Kanto region—Takki, Tsubasa, Arashi, Yamapi, etc.—all lived in Dormitory A. After Shukan Bunshun published their expose, the dormitories were permanently closed down.

There’s no way to know what the silenced survivors have been through psychologically. Johnny himself is dead, so closure has to come from allowing the survivors heal however they need to. Japan is notoriously lacking in mental healthcare or awareness let alone compassion for sexual abuse survivors, so perhaps addressing that is the first step so they can find that closure privately.

In any case, the documentary airs tomorrow on BBC2, and I’ll be watching and hoping this is the first step in exposing the crimes committed and opening compassion for the survivors.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Killua Zoldyck X afab!Reader

Trigger warning: Character death

Sypnosis: Killua's childhood was filled with memories of her. And years later, he is finally ready to move on.

Word Count: 1,930

“This place holds a lot of memories for me, especially this tree.”

Sapphire orbs wandered around the old place. “I’m back, [Name]. I fulfilled my promise.”

“We’ve been neighbors since I can remember. We’re best friends for life.”

“This tree witnessed our joy.”

“You can’t catch me, Killua.” A young [Name] giggled as she ran away from her chaser.

“I’ll get you.” The silverette declared.

How I wish we never grew up. If only there was a way to freeze time.

But time passed by and we went to the same school.

My very young heart tells me to be always there for you. To protect you.

“Stop it!” [Name]’s cries entered the male’s ear, he saw several boys picking on the poor girl.

He clenched his fist and saved her from bullies as the young girl clenched on his shirt tightly, eyes watering.

“Back off, will ya!” he shouted at them angrily.

You always consider me as your hero.

But it was sad. I never told you you’re the one who saved me and inspired me to fulfill my dreams.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to get involved in a fight?!” Killua’s mother scolded him while treating his wounds, though a hint of worry can be heard in her tone.

Of course, I never told them I was defending and protecting you. I was afraid they will not let me see you again.

“I heard your mom scolding you. Why didn’t you tell her it was because of me?” [Name] said.

“It was my fight, not yours. I chose it, so don’t you ever feel guilty about it.” Killua just gave her a heartwarming smile.

“Let me defend myself. If I stand up to those bullies, they will eventually back off.” She argued in determination.

“Okay, fine.” The silverette chuckled then gave up. He held onto her hands as they stared at each other’s eyes, smiles plastered on their faces.

Soon, we were in high school. It was then I saw the changes in you.

But sadly, we're not classmates anymore. You had your group of friends and I had mine.

Killua sat on a big trunk of a tree as he tried the rope around it securely. “Tomorrow is [Name]’s fourteenth birthday, I hope she’ll like my gift.”

On that special day…

“Happy birthday sleepyhead.”

The [h/c]-haired girl woke up and saw her best friend standing in front of her. She removed the sleep from her eyes before smiling at him warmly.

“Thank you, Killua.”

Killua’s heart skipped a beat as his cheeks turned red. “I hope you don’t mind if I got in through the window. I just wanted to surprise you.”

“I don’t. It’s just like the old times.” [Name] reassured.

After breakfast, we went out for a stroll.

“Come, there’s something I want you show you.” Killua said as he held on the girl’s hand as they ran.

When they reached the place, the silverette removed his hand. [e/c] orbs widened in surprise at the scene before her. On the tree where they always hand-out was a white hammock decorated with her favorite flowers.

“Do you like it?” Killua asked and looked at her.

“I can’t thank you enough, Killua!” The girl jumped on him, enveloping him in a hug. His eyes widened as his cheeks heated up.

That tree became more important for us. It was the place where we laughed, cried, built our dreams, and most of all it witnessed the friendship we shared.

[Name] sat on the hammock as Killua pushed it gently, both laughing in glee. After the fun, the [h/c]-haired girl slept on the grass, her beautiful features shown as Killua drew her face.

High school graduation. Celebration at home.

“One, two, say cheese!” Killua and [Name] stood next to each other, showing off their medal as they pose for a picture.

“These kids are inseparable. I wonder if they will end up together.”

“Well, I can say they look good together.”

“Anything is possible, only time will tell.”

Indeed, only time can tell what fate has stored for us.

It was the summer before we went to college.

“Killua…” [Name] called on the sleeping male beside her.

“Hmm?” he gave off a hum.

“Are you really going to Yorknew City?” The girl asked as she sat on the hammock.

“Yes, I’ll be taking up (insert favorite course here). Thank goodness I passed the test. Why don’t you study in Yorknew, too?” Killua replied as he also sat up.

“I can’t. I will at the provincial college. My father enrolled me in the governor’s scholarship program. And besides, it’s my dream to teach in our town someday.” You explained with sad eyes.

“But we’ll be separated.”

“We’ll always text each other. And I know you’ll come home every summer.”

In my first year in college, I survived loneliness and the adjustment period because of [Name]’s message. Every time I miss her, I’ll just look at the wallpaper of my cell phone.

“Hi, BFF! I did what you told me. I gave those bullies ‘the evil look’ and they did back off. Now they are just ignoring me. Hi-hi!”

“That’s my girl. I knew you always had that in you.” Killua smiled to himself as he sent the message.

I couldn’t protect her anymore, but I’m glad she’s fighting back. She’s proving to be one tough lady.

In my first two years in college, I was able to go home during vacations and we always kept in touch. But after that, things became different.

“I will help my parents with expenses here in Yorknew City. Alluka will be in college this coming school year and the expenses are taking their toll on our family.” Killua told the female over the phone.

Alluka is my younger sibling. He’s staying in the province and will go to the same provincial college where [Name] is also studying.

“You don’t need to explain, Killua. You don’t have any obligation to me and I’ll always understand,” [Name] replied with a smile gracing her lips.

She’s always like that, patient, understanding, kind, and loving.

The following years were very hectic for me. I had a part-time job in a (insert random job here), a busy schedule with my studies, and barely enough time to rest.

And I was so preoccupied that even keeping in touch with my family and [Name] became leisure. But she never missed a single day to text me even if I seldom replied.

Time passed by like falling leaves.

When the day of my graduation finally came, my family came to Yorknew City.

It was the only time I noticed someone was missing.

“Where’s [Name]?” The boy asked as he looked around to find a [h/l] [h/c] girl.

His parents exchanged nervous looks before his father spoke up. “She’s busy with work, son. But she has a gift for you.”

I wasn’t able to go home for [Name]’s graduation and celebration for her passing the exam. But she assured me it was all right because I was busy with work and studies.

That night after dinner, I tried to call up [Name].

“I’m sorry, Killua. [Name] is already sleeping. But you got her gift, right?” her mother spoke from the other line.

“Yes, ma’am. Please tell her I called up. And I will text her again in the morning to thank her for the gift.” Killua replied.

“I will. Again, congratulations.”

After that, he hung up the phone. He stared at the wallpaper of [Name] and him together.

I promised myself I would go home after taking the board exam.

The time I promised [Name] eventually came.

Killua knocked on the door of the female’s house. Her mother opened it and surprised to see the silverette standing at their doorsteps.

“Hi, ma’am! Where’s [Name]? I came to surprise her. I just came home.” Killua told the woman with a smile.

“Ahm, well, she requested me to give you a letter when you come here. But she wanted you to open it under the tree. She’s waiting there.” The woman gave him a folded letter.

“Thanks. I will not let her wait any longer.” The boy beamed and took the letter. Taking a bow before sprinting towards the destination.

She was the one who surprised me.

When Killua arrived at the tree, he slowed his pace as he saw a single gravestone located under the tree. He went closer to inspect and his eyes widened in shock at the carvings.

[Name] [Surname]

(birthday)-FEBRUARY 21, 2017

LOVING DAUGHTER

WONDERFUL SISTER AND FRIEND

YOUR MEMORY WILL ALWAYS STAY IN US.

After seeing this, Killua reluctantly opened the letter with shaking hands. Tears already streaming down his face.

Dearest Killua,

                I know at present you already fulfilled your dream. That’s why you now have time to come home. Please don’t blame my family or yours for not telling you the truth about my condition. Before graduation, I was diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia. I thank God that I was able to graduate and pass the exams despite undergoing treatments. But I can feel I will not last long, and I don’t want to hinder your dreams. That’s why I made everybody promise not to tell you the truth. It’s all right to grieve for me, that’s normal. But after that, move on. You have to move on, for me, for our friendship, and for our dreams that are now solely yours. Do all the things that I can’t… soar high, try all new things, explore, and of course fall in love. You know that I love you, right? And because of that love, I decided to keep quiet. Because I know keeping quiet is the best way I can let you feel how much I love you.

You wrote down messages that your family would text me each day. You even prepared gifts that will be mailed or given to me, so that I will not suspect you’re gone.

“Thank you, [Name], for the friendship and love that you gave to me,” Killua muttered to himself as he sat down under the tree’s shade, resting his back on its trunk while reading his beloved [Name]’s farewell letter.

I was hoping to propose to you one day, that’s why I’ve been working so hard these past few years.

In your letter, you told me to go on. And I did.

At present, Killua stood under the same tree with his hands in his pocket, reminiscing about the first and only girl that he loved so much who died a long time ago.

“My only regret is that I never told you I was in love with you. But no matter how much I cry, I could never turn back the time and correct my mistakes. So I just have to make sure the next time I fall in love, I will tell that person how much I love her. And I have to thank you, [Name], for that lesson.”