#also PLEASE tell me if I came off as too aggressive! I'm hoping to have sincere conversation instead of just yelling back and forth

[itsbeenliketenyearsitsprettywild]

I get and agree a lot of what you're saying: this is in part about getting the audience to engage with a punitive system of justice and better understand the difficulties and struggles that come with such a system, especially how black-and-white systems rarely seem to solve anything.

However.

I don't think it's just saying that. It's not just saying 'calling anyone guilty is bad, how dare', or that there is no hope for such a system.

What they're asking is actually a lot more nuanced: 'how do we take a system that is in no way built to help the prisoners in question, and figure out how to help them out long term anyways.

The reason I say this is pretty simple actually: the authors (Yamanaka and DECO*27) said something similar in an interview.

Yep, this is the quote people have talked about before where the creator says that he'll give us hell if we forgive everyone. But even more than that, it's explained why:

To put it in real terms, forgiving a murder means that those people will all come back into society as they are.

Which. Implies a LOT about what the creators think is possible, depending on what our choices are. That is to say: even though this system is by it's nature punitive, we can still induce positive rehabilitative change in the characters through our decisions and guilty verdicts.

Now, is it gonna be neat & pretty to do so? Fuck no: as you said yourself, OP, this system of justice we're participating in isn't actually meant to make them better in any given way, just validate or condemn depending on the choice. If we choose guilty, we won't get to add nuance to what they experience - they're just as likely to get metric tons of trauma as they are to change their behaviors.

Or hey, even both things could happen!

Like I would argue happened with Fuuta; Kotoko was responsible for most of the trauma and pain he went through (and in no way am I trying to excuse that), but PAST that- he's now he's at a point where he's not judging other people's decisions nearly as harshly as he was at the beginning, if we're going by the timeline conversation he had with Muu about Haruka. The only one who he's trying to hold responsible is Es, and that's because he sees the parallels in their behaviors compared to his previous ones. For all it was horrible and ugly to get there, he has changed his behavior.

But that's the best we get to do, if we want to try to make things better when we're put at the head of a black-and-white system of justice.

After all, Kotoko in particular is proof that forgiving a prisoner isn't always exactly helpful or rehabilitative, either - if a prisoner sees it as being told they're right, that can readily use that as justification to keep up or even escalate their terrible behaviors. For all a guilty verdict can turn out badly, forgiving someone can be just as disastrous depending on the person's mindset.

Because, the thing is. we were essentially just given a hammer and nails, and told to make these ten 'murderers' healthier members of society using only the shitty inappropriate tools at our disposal. Any rehabilitating we can do will be clumsy, and will depend just as much on the person in question being open to changing.

So, does our judging hurt people? Absolutely, but that's not exclusively the purview of a Guilty verdict. And, as much as we actively bring pain to those who aren't forgiven, it does sometimes give them a chance to change for the better, should they be open to it. But, that's not always going to be the case, and that's something we have to be aware of, even as some of us may choose to vote guilty.

TL;DR- While the system of justice we're participating in isn't made to make people better, judicious use of not forgiving people can help make improve their behavior - and on the other side, forgiving people who don't deserve it can lead to them acting worse. No matter how you vote, people are going to get hurt either way - it's all about figuring out the best of two bad options for each prisoner, and stubbornly working for as many small successes as possible.

I- god- I need to talk about how Milgram as a system makes you assign who the "worst" is out of the cast. Which one doesn't seem guilty for the actions? Which one didn't have a good enough reason? Which one is most dangerous? Which one is the scariest? Which one is the most Deserving of punishment? Which one Deserves Support the Least?

When Milgram asks who deserves to be forgiven and who shouldn't be this is what they mean. This is why Jackalope insists that you can vote for any reason. This system is Built to find the "Worst One" and Punish Them.

ES SAYS THIS IN AMANE'S T1 VOICE DRAMA:

Es: Don’t make me laugh. I’m not your teacher at school; it isn’t my goal to teach you things or guide you on the right path. Milgram’s goal isn’t to turn you back into decent human beings and get you back into normal society. What is needed here is firm, honest judgment and decisions.

Es: Milgram's goal is not to help people, but to judge them "firmly" and "honestly."

It is NOT a coincidence that they are saying this in Amane's T1 VD. Y'know, the same character whose cult punishes them unjustly and unfairly under arbitrary and often unreachable standards.

And look- I get that they committed murder. That is indeed a crime, that is indeed a horrible thing to do.

However, there is an Underlying Theme here that is being explored! If this work was just about what was murder and who actually committed murder this series would be over by Trial 1 and characters like Mikoto, Amane, Haruka, would be guilty and also Dead.

Milgram is actively making us engage with this System of Punishment and find out that No, it actually isn't that easy to prevent the evil from hurting the weak. That people get hurt in this pursuit of justice. That this black and white system of punishment Does Not Actually Help Anyone!

And this is such a cool and interesting part of Milgram that I wish people we're more willing to engage with! I wish we, as an audience, we're more willing to accept that Our Judgement Hurts People. That this is a part of the experience of engaging with the musical murderer series that asks the audience if their willing to forgive or not.

(And I also wish the risk of people attacking me for this is a lot lower but ah well.)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

can u guess which gif will be at the end of this. can you guess. i'll bet at least a few of you can guess XD

Charlie: "New plan- group bonding through shared, SAFE, suffering!"

Alastor: “Oh joy~”

Husk: "Not this fucking shit again."

Angel Dust: "Well hey as long as it's consensual sufferin'~"

Niffty: (lifts arms at vaggie) "YEEET ME!!!"

Vaggie: "Ughh... no."

Niffty: "Aww."

Vaggie: "I'm never living that one down am I?"

Charlie: "Vaggie, you don't need to live anything down EVER-"

Alastor: "Cough cough! Lied to her girlfriend for three years, cough cough!"

Angel Dust: "Dude you're not supposed t' SAY cough."

Husk: “That’s the part you’re fucking annoyed at?”

Charlie: "-and the POINT is, your whole idea about going through hell to trust the people who go through it with you? Not entirely on the wrong track!"

Vaggie: "Yaaay."

Husk: "You fucked up but for the right un-shitty reasons."

Vaggie: "Great. Thanks."

Charlie: "SO! We're all gonna share the worst work day of our lives with each other!"

Niffty: "Share?" (excited) "By INFLICTING them on each other!?"

Charlie: "Talking, Niffty. We're going to, talk about them."

Niffty: "Aww...."

Husk: "Is there a time limit."

Angel Dust: "Is there a rating limit?"

Alastor: (thoughtful) "Does it still count as a terrible work day if I was able to murder them at the end of it?"

Charlie: "Uhhhh-"

Vaggie: "How 'bout we stick to how it made us feel, rather than all the... X rated... gory details?"

Niffty: (sighs) (slumps over) "This is my worst most terrible work day ever.."

Charlie: "And how do you FEEL about it?"

Niffty: "Sad..."

Vaggie: "I'll let you use my spear for roach hunting after this."

Niffty: (bouncing up) "OH THE EMOTIONS! WHATEVER ONES YOU WANT FROM ME I DON'T CARE, I HAVE THEM!!!"

Husk: "What the fuck."

Angel Dust: "Yeesh."

Charlie: "Okay that's, that's enough sharing from you. Good, um, good job!"

Niffty: "Spear spear spear-"

Charlie: "Well MY worst work day was definitely the one where we were besieged by an army of murderous angels heaven-bent on the full scale slaughter of most of my family! And they actually did kill one! Yeah- that." (laughs) "That fucking sucked and I hated it!"

Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty: (GASP)

Charlie: "What? What??"

Angel Dust: "You said the "H" word, toots.."

Vaggie: "She said a lot more than that while writing an angry text to heaven afterwards."

Charlie: "Hey! You checked the text for me- you know I was polite!"

Vaggie: "Charlie, it was the most aggressively polite 'fuck off' anyone's ever written in the history of all creation. I’m so proud of you for it."

Charlie: "Heh."

Alastor: “Cough get a room please cough.”

Angel Dust: “’m TELLING YOU that’s NOT how it’s supposed ‘t WORK you're not supposed t' SAY IT-”

Charlie: "Ah-hem. Um. Husk? Worst work day-?"

Husk: "Still living it."

Hotel Crew: "....."

Husk: "...but you stupid fuckers are keeping me company through it, so, fucking thanks I guess."

Charlie: (tearful) "Oh Husk. That's so..."

Angel Dust: "Love you too, Mr. Whiskers~"

Husk: "Shut the fuck up."

Vaggie: "Hey."

Husk: "Him, not her. The day your “her” shuts the fuck up is the day we all know we're fucked."

Charlie: "Gosh I hope not." (wipes eyes) "Angel Dust? You wanna...?"

Angel Dust: "My worst shitty day was also my BEST day."

Charlie: (bracing herself) "O...kay...?"

Angel Dust: "A friend came to work an' almost killed the boss for me. Can ya believe that? An' the only reason she didn't open him up a few new 'fun' an' 'interestin' holes of his own was 'cause I had to stop her."

Vaggie: "HELL YEAH!"

Charlie: "You mean-"

Angel Dust: "Yeah. Thanks, apple cheeks. I spent good crack money commissionin' fanart of you wrecking his shit."

Charlie: "WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "You have GOT to let me see that."

Charlie: "VAGGIE!"

Vaggie: "Oh come on, it's better than him buying crack, right?"

Angel Dust: "It def looks waaay better on my wall."

Charlie: "I- that's not-"

Niffty: "Is there BLOOD?"

Charlie: "Oh please don't let there be any-"

Angel Dust: "SO much blood, baby."

Charlie: "Noooo...!"

Vaggie: "Now I really need to see it."

Charlie: "H-WHA?"

Husk: "I really need a fucking drink."

Charlie: "I'm- you know what? I'm pretending I didn't hear any of that. La la la! I have complete deniability!"

Alastor: "That's the spirit! You hardly knew him, certainly never fantasized about decorating him with his own entrails! Just keep reminding yourself of that while hiding the body~!"

Charlie: "NO! Just.... well maybe for him..."

Vaggie: "You're so pretty."

Charlie: (pouting) "We need to commission a piece of you standing over Lute with your spear at her throat. It's not FAIR otherwise."

Vaggie: "Anything for you, babe."

Alastor: "How saccharine. Young love hand in hand, spattered in blood."

Charlie: "A-anyway. Alastor. Your turn."

Alastor: "Hmm. Well, there was the time someone reorganized the reels, somehow without mentioning it to me before air time. And without asking me before hand. But..."

Husk: "Here it comes."

Alastor: "Reorganized their organs for them later that night, likewise unasked, was QUITE fun."

Charlie: "I THOUGHT WE SAID WE COULD JUST TALK ABOUT OUR FEELINGS!"

Alastor: "My feelings?"

Niffty: "PURE UNDILUTED JOY"

Alastor: "Mm no, they didn't scream enough for that..."

Charlie: "AAAAAH!" (covers ears)

Alastor: "Shall we say perhaps, accomplished?"

Vaggie: "Over one murder? Wow. You're sure easy to please."

Alastor: "I've always believed in quality not quantity when it comes to my passion projects. Swift, thoughtless killings are so passé."

Angel Dust: "Y'know, meeting you has really ruined the whole dashing dapper man w' a tinted glass monocle for me. It's that creepy grin. You're a total boner kill."

Alastor: "Oh I do try."

Vaggie: "What about the day you died? Didn't you get fucking shot like a deer, venison a la Alastor?"

Alastor: "Fan of my history, hmm?"

Vaggie: "The TV future about it is pretty funny, not gonna lie."

Alastor: "Ah ha ha! TV DID YOU SAY."

Vaggie: "Vox airs it. Every day."

Alastor: "AND YOU WATCHED IT. HMM?"

Vaggie: "Every. Day."

Angel Dust: "I bring the popcorn and pills."

Husk: "I mix the fucking drinks."

Niffty: "I wish it had more BLOOD!"

Alastor: "ET TU, NIFFTY?"

Charlie: "Okay okay, that's WAY more than enough from you, reel back in the shadow monsters please-"

Alastor: "AHAHAHAH...!" (fades into shadows)

Angel Dust: "Creep. He's prob'ly vaping off to go curse the TV again."

Husk: "For mother fuck. I've got that cooking show coming on tonight. Will smacking the aerial with the angel spear get it working again?"

Vaggie: "Probably...?"

Charlie: "Vaggie!" (desperate) (hopeful) "You have a normal worst day at work to finish this exercise off with, right!?"

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: "Uh, well sweetie...."

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

I don't know if your request is open can you write Creator reader who favorites Zhongli, Venti, Nahida?

They need love ok 🙄

Yep yep, got it! Lemme see what I can pull off :)

Favoritism! With The Archons (Discluding Ei and Furina—)!

(Warning: Might Be OOC!)

Nahida

She honestly loves the attention you give her! She's really happy to get to spend time with you, and really get to know you and who you really are despite your title as the Almighty Creator.

Loves it if you play with her—and especially loves to learn the kind of games that you played before you re-descended down to Teyvat. There's UNO...and that's pretty much all that I can remember but you get the idea—

Loves visiting you in your dreams to see what you dream of. The Almighty Creator would surely have dreams of all forms filled with creative and inspiring ideas!

Nahida would 100% try to ask you to hang out with her through the streets of Sumeru. She has no shame :D And, if anything, her people would see this as a blessing.

"Come on, Your Grace! I want to show you somewhere I found!" Nahida would also take you to the Aranaras, where you would eat fresh fruit, make flower crowns, and even play some hide-and-seek.

She loves making and meeting new friends, the Almighty Creator is no exception! Spend some time with her as much as you can, Nahida will cherish it!

Venti

Hohoho, you're down to hang out with this carefree bard? Well, the first hangout will definitely be inside the most extravagant tavern of all time!

Yes, he means Angel's Share. Or the Cat's Tail. Man has his standards and he ain't afraid to take you there. Prepare for the best wine you'll ever taste, because Venti sure as hell is proud of the wine of Mondstadt.

Loves to share ballads and songs with you. Some of them are even based off on you! Loves when you give him your feedback as well.

Give him apples. He'll be happy—that's not saying a lot. Any apple dish, he will eat. Even if the apple is very little.

"Yahoo, Your Grace!~ Wanna hear a ballad this amazing bard has made for you?" Would absolutely perform these ballads during Windblume Festival, so please praise him :D

Zhongli

OSMANTHUS WINE TASTES THE SAME AS I— *Aggressive Truck Noises Driving Pass*

Take him out for food, buy him any gifts, ANYTHING. This man loves anything you'll give as well (trust me)

Just take some time to spend with him. Strolling through the area, the market, it doesn't matter—he cherishes all moments with you, as you are a friend (and more cough cough)

Osmanthus wine. Yes.

"Ah, Your Grace. I am blessed to know that you have the time to spend it with me. Please, allow me to pour you a fine cup of tea." If you're a tea lover, you both are gonna have a really good time.

Zhongli loves to share stories, so if you like to know more about Liyue's history, you came to the right guy :)

He's also a good listener, so you can also share stories and he will be rapt with attention. He loves every single story you tell.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: My procrastination is impeccable. I'm on a living streak, clearly. Welp, I hope this satisfies you—hopefully, the next request doesn't take too long (watch me eat those words).

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[markiemelon]

honestly idk if you write anything except smau ( sorry i jst find out abt your blog ) but can you write something with sion ( nct wish ) x absolutely whipped head over heels reader who adores everything he does and he’s always shy because of that ( you can also write a yushi version too 💗💗 )

can’t help myself

genre. fluff, crack

pairings. sion x whipped gn!reader

11:11 am ��☆˳

you stood just outside the door of the dance studio, peeking into where sion and his members were practicing. dancing is truly his element, and you loved seeing him so passionate about it. after a bit, they wrapped it up and the guys left one by one, greeting you casually on their way out.

saying you’re obsessed with sion would be an understatement. it took everything in you to stop yourself from running in there and jumping onto your boyfriend, but you hate seeing couples get all touchy in front of everyone.. so with that in mind, you patiently waited for everyone to leave before running up behind sion and wrapping your arms around his back. “i missed you.” you squeezed him as tightly as you could.

hearing you say you missed him made him laugh a bit; it really hadn’t been that long.. but he was flattered, to say the least.

you noticed your reflection in the mirror on the wall in front of you. you could see your arms wrapped around him, and your head peeking over his shoulders. your stomach fluttered with butterflies, it was like a scene from a drama.

“i was watching you dance.” you smiled.

“oh. really?” he smiled back, and you could tell he felt embarrassed.

“yeah. you did so well.” you hugged him closer, if that was even possible.

he was caught off guard by your compliment, and you giggled at the way he desperately searched for the words to say in response. he just nodded bashfully, hoping you’d change the subject.

you pinched his cheek to relieve your cuteness aggression. “you’re so cute. i love you.”

it wasn’t hard for you to be honest with sion. saying “i love you” came naturally when you were around him. sion, however, was always left a blushing mess. your confident demeanor made him crumble.

sion turned to face you. you looked at him, eyes wandering over his features, admiring every single detail. when he shyly turned away, he noticed the grocery bag in your hand. “what’s in the bag?” he pointed. “oh. i brought you food!” you remembered, excited to show him. his flustered laugh was adorable. “you didn’t have to do that..” he brought his palm up to the nape of his neck.

“don’t be silly.” you nudged him. “you have to eat a lot after you dance like that.” you grabbed his wrist and led him out of the room to where a couch and table were.

after arranging the snacks on the coffee table, sion sat proudly before all the options. “which one do you want?” he presented two sandwiches to you.

"both are for you," you told him, not paying any attention to the food, instead focusing on evening out the way his fringe framed his forehead, ruffling his bangs in front of his eyes. sion flinched slightly at the unexpected touch. "you should eat something too..." he urged, his voice gentle but insistent.

"i just ate before i got here. so please, help yourself." you gestured politely to the snacks, but he slid one of the sandwiches closer to you anyway. he took a bite, and judging by the way he reacted, it must have been really delicious. “where did you get these?” his eyes widened, inspecting the sandwich. “why is it so good..”

“i’m glad you like it.” you laughed at how cute he sounded, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

sion was quietly enjoying his food until he noticed you still weren’t looking away from him. he stopped chewing. his side-eye gaze flickered with confusion and shyness.. yet you stared back, shamelessly. you quite literally could not look away.

“y/n.” he stuttered. "why are you just staring at me?" his cheeks glowing a light pink.

"can i not look at my boyfriend?" you teased.

"i'm not doing anything special," he tried to hide his growing smile behind another bite of sandwich.

"well don't mind me," you dismissed his concern, your eyelids fluttering with affection.

he tried not to mind you, but it was hard not to.

"stop staring at meee" he eventually pleaded, the flush on his cheeks deepening.

"okay fine. just keep eating. i won't look at you." you playfully turned your head the other way to make him feel better… but of course, you discretely turned to look at him again. it only took a second for him to catch you peeking, so you quickly looked away, making you scoff at how ridiculous this situation was.

he tried to keep chewing but he had to smile. “stop!!!” he whined, mouth full. the sight of him, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, made you giggle more.

“sorry, sorry.” you catch your breath from laughing. “i just can’t help myself.”

HI ANON I LOVE THIS REQUEST! TYSM 🫶🏼 I hope you like it! Also yeah I don’t just do smau! normally I just write LOL

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[yanderestarangel]

♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 ♡

a/n: version with kuai liang here ♡

TW: angst, smut, ftm reader, aggressive sex, crying, overstimulation, v!sex, ride, unprotected sex, tomas begs for your forgiveness, afab anatomy, not reviewed.

He was always a kind, sweet and helpful man, you and Tomas lived a peaceful marriage - practically a dream marriage - however, after Tomas learned about his brother's betrayal with the lin kuei, with his father and all the rude treatment from older brother, he just lost control.

But with the wrong person.

You didn't even have a reaction as you watched Vrbada come home and freak out, breaking some things and yelling at you in the process - generating an argument between the two of you, you were both obviously hurt, so Tomas only realized the mess he had made at the wedding when he went sleeping outside the house that night, covering his ears as he heard your cry in his head.

He came back in the late afternoon of that day, with a tired face, eyes swollen from crying and above all, a look of redemption for having hurt you. He saw you sitting on the couch, also hurt and bruised - but it was his fault - and he needed to fix that.

He sighed deeply, not wanting to argue with you, but needing to talk this out "-My love, please. Let's sit down and talk about what happened. I know I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I didn't mean any of it."

Tomas sat down on the couch next to you, his hand reaching out to touch yours gently. "-You know how much you mean to me, right? You are the light of my life, my beautiful boy. Please, don't push me away like this. I want to make it up to you. I promise I won't lose control again. I need your forgiveness sweetheart... " His voice trailed off as he looked at you desperately, hoping for some sign of understanding or mercy from you.

You just let the tears come out in anger, as you left Tomas, going to take a shower and try to relax, but you knew that your husband wasn't going to give up. His heart sank as he saw you that way. He knew he had hurt you deeply and was sorry for it, he follows you to the bathroom, giving you space to get comfortable.

"-I'm so sorry. Please, don't be angry with me anymore." He entered the bathroom carefully, trying to give you some space while still wanting to comfort you. "-You will always be my husband, no matter what happens between us."

He slowly took off his clothes as he got close to you, placing his hands on your body, massaging your wet skin, while whispering in your ear. "-Forgive me, please. I need you. You are my entire world."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours, trying to convey his feelings through his actions. Tomas slowly pushed into your wet pussy, feeling your body respond to him despite your anger. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. "-You feel so good my boy." Tomas growled against your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drove deeper into you, enjoying the feeling of your wet pussy surround his throbbing cock.

You moaned against him, while he held you in his arms, resting one of his thighs on the side of your body, stopping you from falling - you said you hated him, but he didn't stop, pushing his shaft more and more into your pussy, the head of his cock hit your cervix several times, directly in your sweet spot.

"-That's it baby. Let it all out. I deserve your hate." He said between gritted teeth, his dick sliding in and out of your tight cunt. "-You can fucking hate me as much as you want. Just let me make you feel good, let out all your anger (Y/N) Release it on my dick Aaah- Fuuck, I love you-"

"-Say my name little angel. Say 'Tomas.' " His voice was hoarse with desire "-Tell me you love me too..." But you denied it, still conflicted with the feelings you felt for him - his heart fell when he realized that, every time you made love, you screamed his name, but that time you didn't - He continued to pump into you, his dick swelling even more as he felt his climax approaching.

"-I love you so much my baby boy. Please don't hate me anymore." He cried and growled through his tears, his cock swelling inside you as he reached the edge of orgasm.

"-Say it! Tell me you still love me!"He brought one of his hands to your face, as he looked you in the eyes, his blue eyes were full of tears, which ran down his face. His grip on your face tightened as he continued to fuck you, his hips moving faster and harder, driven by a combination of desire and desperation. "-Say it. I Beg my pretty boy..." Vrbada breathed heavily into your ear, his tears falling onto your neck as he fucked you with all his might. You couldn't help it, moaning his name like a mantra as the sounds of his thick shaft echoed through the bathroom in your pussy - "Tomas, Tomas, Tomas..." - you moaned loudly as your hips brushed against his crotch, searching still more contact with him.

He moaned loudly, his lips open, as he sped up, his balls slapping your ass. He collapsed onto your breasts, his cock still pulsing inside you, spilling thick jets as he spoke "-Yes Yes Yes! C-cuming Mmm-" desperately from the overstimulation of his member.

Tomas gave a few thrusts to prolong the pleasure, while still whimpering against your soft skin, he took a deep breath, trying to catch his breath. "-I'm sorry for everything I did... I'll do anything to make things right between us." He refused to leave you, afraid of losing you again, like sand in the desert. Tomas held you close, his arms around you as he finally found peace amidst the chaos of his emotions. "-Please stay with me, you are my husband. I need you more than ever." His voice was soft and gentle, the tears drying on his chest as he held you close.

"-Let's start again. Together..."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[loggiepj]

BLADES AND BULLETS

Summary : You and Wanda are both the leaders of your respective mob groups before you started a relationship together. But you have betrayed her trust and broke her heart. Now, she's going after you to kill you for what you have done. (This was inspired by that time I played GTA 3 😁. Oh, it's a G!p reader!)

Warnings : 18+, Mature, Smut, Violence, Hurt, Heavy Angst

You woke up disoriented and lightheaded, as if you just came from a week long sleep and you didn't know what day it was. Before you could give yourself time to think about it, the foreign surroundings met your eyes. It made your eyebrows furrow in deep confusion since you haven't been here before, yet the place felt familiar and the smell felt like home.

It didn't take long before an agonizing pain made its way through your head, making you think as if your head was going to explode any minute.

All you could do was groan and grunt. You attempted to move your hands, making you realize they were bound behind your back. You tried to pull it loose but to no avail, it would seem as if the captor knew how to do their knots.

Your eyesight then travelled towards your legs, which were also tied to the feet of the chair. You were fucked.

"If it isn't my favorite person in the world." You haven't heard that voice before for a long time now, hoping everyday you'd never forget it, never forget about her.

You turned your head around to find the source and finally, the very beautiful redhead who hasn't left your mind for months made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You would have cried but you controlled yourself.

"Wanda, baby-"

Wanda scoffed, her arms crossed over her chest, making her look so fiery hot in a short skirt and leather jacket. "Don't you call me that. . . . You've lost that right when you decided to cheat on me."

You tried to pull from your restraints to approach her but you couldn't. So you went on, "You know I'd never ever do that to you, Wanda. . . ."

The redhead only chuckled as she walked closer towards you until it would only take one step before you were within her reach. "Never?" she playfully mocked. Bending her body, she then leaned her face towards you and her perfume that you had grown to miss suddenly infiltrated your nostrils.

You closed your eyes as you savored the moment, breathing everything about her even when all you wanted to do at that moment was open your eyes and stare at her all day.

"Tell me, Y/n," Wanda went on, seemingly unbothered by your behavior, "If Pietro didn't go after you when he found out you had sex with someone else, would you have spared him?"

You finally opened your eyes and all you could see was red in hers, too much fury and hatred swirling within her orbs. "Wands-"

"And you know what's worse?"

"Wanda, please-"

"What's worse is that you were not just having sex with someone else, but my half sister Monica," she spat with gritted teeth as she cupped your chin harshly, her fingernails digging through your skin.

"Wanda, I can explain-" Her hand went to cover your mouth aggressively as she shushed you out.

"But it doesn't matter now, Y/n," Wanda sneered on. "Because I'm going to finally . . . kill," she then traced her fingers from your temple down to your cheek, "you."

What surprised you was what she did next. Wanda stepped closer before she straddled your lap. "Although, there's no harm in seeking fun before doing the deed. . . ."

The redhead pulled her hands off your face then hurriedly unbuckled your pants, the zipper torn apart as quickly. Her hand went to cup your cock, suddenly throbbing and pulsing due to the familiarity, as if it only answered to her and only her.

Fuck.

"Tell me, Y/n, does Monica touch you the way I touch you?"

A moan managed to escape from your throat as she grabbed your cock in one hand and began leisurely pumping, turning it hard in just a matter of seconds.

Wanda would always have that effect on you. Before you could complain that Wanda shouldn't be doing what she was doing, that her followers could literally walk in and catch her, she was already lining your head up to her entrance by pulling her underwear to the side.

Your eyes could only roll to the back of your head as she began to go down.

"Fuck, Wands, you're so tight-"

A slap. Your head turned more than an angle, making you realize you probably lost a tooth in the process.

Wanda continued bouncing on top of you, her eyes glaring with lust and fury you hadn't seen before. "Does this turn you on, Y/n? Having sex before I kill you?"

You chuckled softly. "It would be the best way to die."

Wanda ignored you and your adorable charm. You betrayed her. She loved you so much. And you betrayed her.

But none of that mattered now, because she finally found you after months of searching, she'd finally get the revenge she wanted. Being the daughter of the most wanted high profile criminal in the city, and having given a group of her own, she took traitors to heart. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. That was what her father taught her.

You could have just cheated on her. But no. You killed her brother too.

But Wanda's train of thoughts stopped when she felt herself getting close. Her hands ended up on your shoulders, clutching as she continued on rolling her hips. You would always feel so good inside her. No one would compare. In fact, Wanda didn't dare have any affair since you. And she hated you for ruining her like that.

Wanda whimpered, her head buried into your neck as she fastened her pace. You must have lost it, but you knew better than to challenge her. She would always come first. You loved her so much.

When you felt her clench around you and her movement getting sloppy and disorganized, you decided to help her by thrusting your hips towards her, meeting her rhythm as if your bodies were meant to dance like this forever.

It didn't take five seconds before Wanda came moaning into your ear, her body shuddering in waves and waves of extreme pleasure. Wanda wouldn't admit it but you were the best thing that happened to her.

You didn't get to finish, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was Wanda. You only laughed breathily, "God, I've missed that. . . . I miss you. . . ."

When your eyes finally met as Wanda began to pull away, it seemed like it was just yesterday when you and her made love for the first time.

"It's a sad thing, though," Wanda said, her breathing still ragged as she pulled off from your cock, making you moan from the loss. "That I have to kill you tonight." She grabbed something behind her back and a handgun was immediately pointed at you. She pulled the hammer, ready to shoot, and aimed it at your still rigid length. She laughed. "Look at it missing me too, Y/n. . . . I'd probably chop it off from your body and give it to Monica."

"Wanda, it's not-"

Then she pointed the gun at your forehead instead, pressing it so close you could feel the coldness from the muzzle. This was it. This was how you were going to die.

"I-I love you, Wanda, you know, I'd never. . . ."

A tear slipped from her eye. And all you wanted to do at that moment was to hug her.

There was a moment of silence before she eventually lowered her gun. Wanda couldn't do it. She still loved you so much.

"Why did you have to kill him, Y/n? To cheat on me with my half sister is a lot. But you didn't have to kill my own twin brother?"

There was a sudden explosion inside the room before you could explain, boulders of cement and shards of glass thrown in the air. The explosion was huge that Wanda almost stumbled down and lost her bearing. You somehow managed to get yourself out of the now broken chair when it flipped to the ground.

You tried to escape after pulling your pants up but Wanda was quicker, her hand yanking you back towards her before she punched your face with the grip of the gun.

"You're making it easy for me to kill you," Wanda warned.

There was another explosion which sent you both flying. This time the place was covered with smoke that visibility was scarce.

Wanda felt someone grab her from behind. It was one of your followers, a kobun. Groaning in frustration when you managed to escape from her grasp once again, Wanda didn't notice the punch that sent her kneeling to the ground, hugging her stomach from the pain.

Fighting ensued everywhere, Wanda's followers against yours. Bullets against blades. The thing about your group, the Yakuzas, most of them were Samurai. Without her weapon, the redhead was helpless avoiding the attacks of one of your followers holding out a katana. She was hoping she could get away and buy her time before someone would notice she needed help but her back suddenly hit against the wall, and she was trapped with nothing to do.

Wanda shielded her body from the attack that was heading her way, closing her eyes as she prayed it would be all over soon anyway.

But nothing came.

"Fuck." Wanda opened her eyes when she heard you gasp in pain. The edge of the sword went through your chest and you could see red forming around the center of your shirt. It was a beautiful shirt. Wanda gave it to you on your birthday.

"Oyabun, forgive me, I didn't mean it. . . ," the kobun said, fear in his eyes.

You wanted to tell him it was okay but only blood gushed out of your mouth, dripping its way down to your chin and neck. You fell down unto your knees and looked at the wound. The kobun immediately got scared and ran away.

"Why did you do that? Did you think I'd forgive you if you saved me from getting hurt?" Wanda kneeled before you, shakily assessing the damage, afraid she'd hurt you more if she so touched your body.

But before Wanda could help you, Natasha came and pulled her away. "We have to leave. Everyone here thinks you killed Y/n."

When Wanda was ushered towards the car before they left the scene, all she could think about was your bloody self and how she was about to forgive you for what you did. She shouldn't feel guilty. She was actually more mad than guilty, because now that you're finally gone, what else was she supposed to do with her life?

What she didn't expect was the ghost of Pietro in her office once arriving back at their headquarters.

"Pietro?" Natasha exclaimed in surprise. So he wasn't a ghost.

"Hey, Nat!" he greeted with guilty eyes, then towards Wanda. "Wanda, sis! It's been ages since the last time I saw you."

"How- . . . how-"

Wanda was completely losing it, as if nothing was making sense anymore.

"Okay," Pietro went on, stopping Wanda from hyperventilating. "I visited because I think this fight between you and Y/n had gotten out of hand. Father said the Yakuzas are infiltrating the camp bases. And I just want you two to make up."

There was a cough in the background, making their presence known. "Heya there, sister!"

It was Monica. Wanda's eyes immediately went red.

"You!"

But before Wanda could attack her half sister, Pietro stopped the redhead by her arm. "Wanda, stop! It's not what you think."

Wanda only grew confused.

"Y/n didn't cheat on you with Monica."

"What?"

"That night you saw Y/n and Monica together in the bedroom. . . . It wasn't Y/n who was doing it with Mon. . . it was. . . ." His voice trailed off, looking at Monica, who linked their hands together.

Connecting the dots, Wanda could only do was freeze on the spot.

"What?!" It was Natasha who reacted badly. "You and Monica? Your own sister?"

Pietro corrected, "Half sister. . . . And this is exactly why we didn't tell you. I mean you wouldn't approve of us. But it just happened, sis. . . . Y/n just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I was . . . hiding in the closet when you saw the scene."

"But Y/n, Y/n killed you-"

"Almost killed me," he argued. "She wanted me to tell the truth to you so you two would get back together. . . . But Mon and I weren't ready at that time. . . . So, Y/n and I started a fight. The rumor of me dying spread like wildfire. I just took advantage of it so Monica and I could elope together."

"You made me want to kill Y/n for- . . . for this?!" Wanda was going insane.

Pietro only sighed. "Come on, sis. . . . It's not like you were actually going to kill her, right . . . ?"

There was only utter silence as tears began erupting from Wanda's eyes. Y/n. Detka. The love of her life.

Pietro glanced at Natasha for help, who was avoiding his eyes as she muttered, "Y/n's dead. . . . She died protecting Wanda against her own followers. . . ."

Wanda fell on her knees as she broke out into a sob. But even when not a blade had gotten through her chest, it still felt like her heart was taken away from her.

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[kairiscorner]

HEY RIRIIIIII HI PUKI BEARRRR I HOPE UR DOING WELL TODAY 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

ANYWAYSSS

i been rewatching adventure time because like the new fiona and cake spin off show is making me AUAUAU and marshal lees new redesign is so AAAAAAAA

BUT ONTO MY POINT

HOBIE BROWN X FEM!READER BUT ITS LIKE A SONG FIC (OR INSPIRED IDRC) BY THE SONG GOOD LITTLE GIRL SONG IN ADVENTURE TIME

BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THAT SONGS SO HIM?? AND IF LIKE U WROTE THIS ID GO ACTUALLY FERAL

TYYYYY ILY RIIII (*^◯^*)

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HI LOVELYYYYY OH MY GOD, YES?????? i was an adventure time kid ever since i was like ... 5-7? THIS SHIT WAS MY JAM AS A KID, I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THE NEW SHOW, I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET THOUGH BUT I PLAN TO ... that scene in the original show really is so hobie x reader core omg, I LOVE ITTTT also i'm sorry but the 'puki' got me cackling – (imma explain in the comments if y'all want)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

he's such a bad little boy. – hobie brown x fem!reader

"good little girl... always picking a fight with me."

he was pretty much the most annoying asshole you've ever met–he never took anything about you seriously, pestered you a lot for your height, your grumpy face, your sour mood, your little huffs and puffs in response to his provocation... it was all too cute to him when you'd pick fights with him and be all angry and aggressive as usual. he loved the little banter you two shared, the sleepless nights you two would spend together just running your mouths off at each to sleep–and being pampered yet teased by him all the same. he was the best, worst friend you ever had in the history of ever... and you didn't want to lose him, no matter how annoying he was.

"you know that i'm bad... but you're spending the night with me."

"back so soon?" you ask him as he climbs into your window with his spider suit still on, only taking the mask off once you let him in your room and slumps in your bean bag, smirking all the while. "your room's pretty comfy, like how... good little girls keep their rooms as." he teased, making you pout and puff your cheeks up. "is that supposed to mean something, hobart?" you asked with extra emphasis on his name, making him smirk and shrug. "hey, now, it's up for interpretation." he said with a chuckle, making you groan loudly. "well, at least let me play your guitar. maybe... smash a few simpletons' heads in with this." you murmured as hobie gently took your hands in his, correcting your finger positions on his electric guitar.

"what do you want from my world? you're a good little girl..." he asks you, with slight rhetoric, knowing you were never one to disobey the rules and let alone wish to play loud, 'obstructive' music that would bother the neighbors. you sighed and followed hobie's lead, strumming and playing the right chords he taught you.

"bad little boy... that's what you're acting like."

"can't i choose to have fun, hobart?" you asked him with sarcasm in your tone, making him laugh. "of course, you can have everything you want–that's what good little girls like you deserve, right?" he said as he gently let go of your hands and let you figure out how to play a melody you came up with on the spot on your own. "it's just that... i never thought you'd be rebellious. never did, never will." he joked as you gave him a flat, fake laugh, knowing full well he was serious about what he said. "like, i can be the intimidating-like, 'rebellious' bloke or whatever for the two of us, at least outwardly. i'll take the trouble for you, that's enough, innit?"

"i really don't buy... that you're that kind of guy."

"nah. besides... that kind of hobie everyone else sees isn't the hobie i know." you said as you tuned his electric guitar. he raised an eyebrow at you in intrigue. "go on, dear." "well... you may be a little brash, loud, and you love telling assholes in authority to kiss your ass... but you aren't a total blockhead. you have a heart, you care, and you... you aren't as mean and scary as everyone thinks you are."

"and if you are... why do you want to hang out with me?" you asked him in a partly rhetorical way of your own this time–making hobie pause for a minute to look at you, and soon, burst into a sweet smile on his face. he gently pecked your cheek and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him with a satisfied sigh. "i just love to be around my good little girl... can't that be enough?" "then you're lucky i like being around my bad little boy..." you said with a sly smirk as hobie grinned and kissed your lips gently.

you truly were his bad little goody two shoes, and he loved you dearly for it.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @arachnoia @popeheywardssecretgf @euphovlq @rohansdisciple @conitagray

[a-random-weeb]

heyy heyy, can i please request bsd men (chuuya, akutagwa, atsushi, jouno and whoever else you want) enemy/roval to lover relationship hc?? i love this trope smmm

absolutely! This was really fun to write, I loved writing for Chuuyas one, though, it might of got a little ooc, but it's not that bad. Actually, they were all slightly ooc, but it's fineeeeeeee

I don't normally write for jouno because I'm not far enough into the anime, I just met him so I'd like to watch further before I try to write for him, I just know he's some sadistic blind dude in the hunting dogs. But wrote for everyone else you requested :)

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Chuuya:

•He hated you at first

•No- despised you

•He hated how you would tease him, that shit-eating smirk you always wore, how goddamn cute you lo- he meant ugly! Yeah! How goddamn weird and ugly you were!

•Though he kind of liked your smirks, and little mannerisms- no he didn't!

•He scolded himself for falling for you

•He knew you didn't like him back... or did you?

•You only tease him, but maybe it was just to piss him off, or maybe-

•He started yelling at you less, completely flustered everytime he saw you

•You were so pretty- he meant you were pretty ugly! Y-yeah!

•But he cant deny his feelings for you any longer

(I had to write a scenario, I couldn't not)

"Hey Chuuya~" you run up to him, preparing to tease him. A slight blush crosses his face, and you take notice of it "Oh? Why are you blushing Chuuya?" You smirk, assuming he did something embarrassing, having no clue of his secret feelings

"SHUT UP!" He turns away, his whole face completely red. You tilt your head, a bit confused,

"You're so red, are you sick?" A tiny little worry crosses your face, but you quickly cover it up. You're enemies! You can't fall for him.... can you?

"What-? no!! G-go away!!!" He stutters "I'm fine, you really don't know when to shut up do you?!" He sighs

"But you're redder than a tomato!" You laugh "Hey, you sure you're not catching feelings?" You tease. He stays silent and you begin to question if he actually likes you back.

"... what if I am?" He looks away, flustered, but immediately smirks when your face turns red "Oh? Don't tell me you caught feelings to?" It was your turn to be flustered, "Shut up!!"

"oh how the turns have tabled!" He chuckles "You're pretty cute y'know...?" His smirk widdens

"Well you're ugly!"

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!"

"... well, y-you're... n-not necessarily ugly.... m-maybe h-hot would be more appropriate..." you side your face in your hands but he pulls your hands away from your face,

"Oh? Hot you say?" He kisses you "Right back at you."

+.❀*ੈ✩‧•°˚+.❀*ੈ✩‧•°˚+.❀*ੈ✩‧•°˚+.❀*ੈ✩‧•°

Akutagawa:

•All he would ever do was shoot you glares, and you'd do the same

•You didn't hate eachother for any particular reason, you just... hated eachother.

•You bit him once 😭

•The day you started to fall for him wasn't fun

•You hated yourself for it

•But he was just too goddamn got... his hair, his eyes- no! What are you thinking! Why did you have to fall for him of all people!

•Little did you know, he also fell for you.

•The day he did, he started avoiding you completely

•He hoped his crush would go away, but it just got worse

•One day, when you see him avoiding you after avoiding you for two weeks, you chase him

•When you catch up to him, you grab his sleeve tightly

•He tries to glare at you, but can't bring himself to after he sees you began you cry

•He decides to let you talk, but what came out of your mouth he would have never expected

"I love you!!"

•He felt... confused

•You loved him? How? When? Huh?!

"You... what?" He sounded more aggressive then he meant to be

"You fucking heard me!!" You cling to him tightly, crying into his sleeve

•To your surprised, be pulls you in and hugs you tightly "... I love you too"

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Atsushi:

•It started as you two being playful rivals, but you turned it into a more competitive thing

•You began to hate him, he seemed to one up you in everything

•He was completely oblivious to your hatred towards him

•He barely even noticed you, or, at least you thought

•So when you feel for him, you beat yourself up

•You were an idiot!!

•But as your feelings grew, you had to confess, you talked about how much you hated him always being better than you, and how much you've grown to love him. you found out he secretly loves you, him one uping you at everything was him trying to impress you

•You too have grown really close (And I think he let you beat him at something, the happy look on your face was worth it)

**ੈ✩⊹.*°♡**ੈ✩⊹.*°♡**ੈ✩⊹.*°♡**ੈ✩⊹.*°♡**ੈ✩⊹.

Once again, sorry I couldn't write for Jouno. I hope you enjoyed it anyway though!

[rickmymanrick]

one rule | chapter seven

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

series masterlist

summary: the plan goes wrong. daphne and glenn find themselves in a precarious situation, but at least they have each other, right?

notes: double update. i couldn't help myself. i love this chapter so much for some reason. it just flows together so nicely to me. scratched my brain the right way.

also if you’d like to read a little bit of rick’s pov in the last chapter (6), be sure to check this out.

Glenn's POV

The plan was simple. It wasn't my walkie-talkie lying abandoned in the middle of the intersection, but I was the fastest out of the group.

If we wanted any chance at succeeding, it would have to be me.

And things were going as smoothly as possible, up until I turned into the alley I planned to meet Daryl in, finding a group of strangers instead.

"Who are you?" One of the men snapped immediately.

"Uh—um—" I had no idea what to say, wondering how to stall until Daryl got here. If shit hit the fan, the odds of me winning against three of them weren't high at all.

"He asked you a question, pendejo," said another one.

"He's got a gun," one of them observed quietly, nudging the burliest dude in interest.

Yeah and I'm about to use it on you fuckers if you try anything.

The fence behind me rattled dangerously and I twisted instinctively. The walkers had caught up, pushing against the gate in a chorus of groans.

The next movements happened too fast.

The back of my shirt was seized aggressively and I was thrown into the brick wall, my gun grabbed from my pocket and pointed against my temple.

One of the other guys grabbed my radio and showed it to the other curiously.

"Where did you get the gun, huh?" The guy who held me against the wall by the collar asked.

What the fuck do I say? What do I say? I panicked, a nervous sweat breaking out on my hairline. Where's Daryl?

"Where did you get the goddamn gun? There's gotta be more wherever they came from!" He clicked the safety off.

"Uh, I found it. On—on the road. There was just one." I lied horribly.

"He's lying," the guy with the radio sneered.

"Are you alone? Are there others?"

I thought of Daphne and how she had no clue how badly shit just hit the fan. "It's just me." I said quickly.

"I don't believe you, puto. Tell the truth before I blow your goddamn brains out!"

The fence creaked dangerously. I side-glanced, hoping it wouldn't collapse.

"I am," I winced at the harshness of the barrel.

"Glenn?"

Fuck. We all looked at the CB in the dude's hand, my heart dropping to my feet.

"Glenn, can you hear me?"

"Alone, huh?" He pressed his gun even harder and grabbed the radio from his friend. "Who the fuck is this?"

"Glenn, I'm at the store. We missed some things. Are you guys finished?"

Daph, for the love of God, shut the fuck up. Please.

"The store? Y'all found a place that hasn't been ransacked?"

I stayed silent.

"Listen to me, boy. I want you to answer her. No funny business. You understand me?" He curled his finger around the trigger.

"Okay," I gasped, watching as he brought the radio close to my mouth. He pressed the button.

"Daphne?" The first sign I hoped would give her a hint thatsomething was not right. I usually called her Daph. "Daphne, uh, we-we found Hector. Um, but I think he's with Shane."

We didn't even know a Hector. Before the fall or now. But these guys didn't know that.

"What?" She responded.

I made tense eye contact with the gunman.

"The signal must be cutting out. He's with S—Shane."

"Um, okay... can you meet me here? I think there's a good amount of things we can take back."

"Ask her where she's at," the buzzcut demanded.

"You're on the corner of Penn and Seventh, right?" I prayed to any force above that she wasn't a complete idiot.

"No, on the corner of Peachtree and Third. What the fuck is going on?"

I cringed instantly. She is an idiot.

The three men all stared at me blankly.

"I'm geologically challenged?" I winced, hoping he wouldn't shoot.

Keeping the gun pressed to my head, they began to drag me to the opposite end of the alleyway where there was a running car.

"HEY!"

Daryl came running down the alley all of a sudden, crossbow at the ready as he tried to figure out which guy to shoot at.

"Let's go!" The burly dude yelled, slamming the back door open.

Daryl got tackled by one of the smaller guys, a tussle breaking out on the concrete.

Quickly, I was thrown into the car before Daryl could break free. I watched as they willingly left the kid behind, shifting into drive.

"Let's check out this store."

Daphne's POV

I'm scared shitless.

I wasn't afraid to admit it. At least not out loud. I had no idea why I thought this would be the best option, and had less of an understanding why Glenn agreed with me.

At least Rick had the sense to disagree with the plan. Looking back, I should've just listened to him instead of being petty.

Still, I forced myself to hustle, crossing the empty streets of Atlanta with my heart in my throat.

I was alone. At first, it wasn't my preference but I didn't want to drag anyone on my side mission to retrieve our supplies we'd put aside yesterday. I knew exactly where to go and Glenn was the only one who could safely take the rest of the group back to Merle's rooftop.

I almost dropped to my knees in relief once I safely made it into the mini market tucked at the bottom of a large corporate building.

There was bound to be a few dead stragglers. They did invade this building yesterday. Creeping silently, I held my knife up (Rick gave it back to me before I left) and counted my breaths.

At 3, I lunged out behind the first aisle, ready to stab into walker skull.

There was only three and thankfully, they'd been dead for a while now. Slowly limping with flesh barely clinging to the bone. I could see their skeletons staring back at me, wasted away and rotting. Suppressing this morning's breakfast, I made quick work of the first one, stabbing into its head swiftly before the second one set its sights on me.

Its long hair swung as it turned towards the noise, limping at me with a broken leg. I grunted as it tried to grab onto me, forcing me to back away into the aisle, cans of food rolling by my feet.

"Shit," I hissed, its nails scratching the air beside me. I swung my bloody knife into its temple and grabbed one of the cans, chucking it at the last walker.

It smashed into its forehead, a chunk of skin and brittle bone falling off and effectively knocking it to the ground. Quickly, I stomped on the head without thinking, the crunch giving away to brain matter as it died beneath my foot.

I gagged as I pulled my foot out, shaking the slimy stuff off my shoe. After waiting in silence for a minute, I finally moved again. There was no sound but the rushing wind between the skyscrapers.

Fortunately, our pile of stuff was untouched. Piles of diphenhydramine, ibuprofen, antibiotics, vitamins. Packs of non-perishable food items.

I grabbed my CB, simultaneously stuffing all the medicine into my pack. "Glenn? Glenn, can you hear me?"

I was met with staticky silence. Undeterred, I readjusted some knobs.

"Glenn, I'm at the store. We missed some things. Are you guys finished?"

Dread began to fill me the longer I waited for a response.

"Daphne? Daphne, uh, we-we found Hector. Um, but I think he's with Shane."

I let out a sigh of relief before realizing what the fuck he just said.

"What?" I answered, wondering if he was on drugs.

"The—the signal must be cutting out. He's with S-Shane." Glenn's voice sounded distorted, shaky. Why did he sound so nervous?

Something definitely wasn't right. Unless I'm losing my marbles, Shane definitely threw a hissy fit and stayed at camp and we don't know a single person named Hector.

"Um, okay..." I tried to think of what to say. Were we being listened to? "Can you meet me here? I think there's a good amount of things we can take back."

It took a little longer for Glenn to respond this time. I clutched the walkie in confusion.

"You're on the corner of Penn and Seventh, right?"

"No, on the corner of Peachtree and Third. What the fuck is going on?" In hindsight I probably should have went along with what he was saying, but I got fed up and I'm clearly an idiot.

Silence.

"Glenn?"

I looked at the CB, banging it against my thigh but still there was nothing but static. I rolled my eyes, knowing Glenn can handle his own if nothing else. He'd meet me here.

I went back to the aisle where I'd left the corpses, stepping over the mess of guts and brains. I did two rounds, making a nice pile of Chef Boyardee next to the rest of our supplies.

My arms were aching as I looked down at all the stuff proudly.

"Hands up."

I jolted in surprise, feeling the cold barrel of a gun at the base of my neck.

I did as I instructed, heart pounding against my chest. I didn't know what was worse— finding another walker in here or this.

"Turn around slowly. I wanna see those hands."

I tried not to make any sudden movements, not wanting to die at 23.

Standing before me was a man with buzzed hair, tanned skin and a scowl etched on his lips. He stared at me behind his pistol, just as another man came through the broken windows on the other side of the store.

"She gave herself away," the other one snickered, stepping over the walkers and heading toward the pile behind me.

A horrible thought crossed my mind and I was paralyzed in fear of what they'd do to me.

"You play nice and I won't have to pull this trigger, preciosa."

We waited in tense silence as the other guy stuffed all the canned food in a large sack.

"Other guy had a gun. Check her too."

Other guy? They must have Glenn, Rick or T-Dog.

I made the connections in my head as he patted me down for any weapons, taking my trusty knife that was covered in walker blood.

Glenn sounded nervous, not at all his usual self minutes ago. These assholes must've taken him and tracked me through the CB. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"Alright, lights out, princess."

Alarmed, I looked up at the gunman before he swung the gun against my temple hard enough to knock me out.

My head was throbbing as I regained consciousness.

"What the fuck just happened?" I groaned, rubbing my temple and trying to adjust my sensitive eyes to the brightness of wherever I found myself.

"Hey, welcome back to the world of the living."

I pushed myself up into a seated position, giving myself whiplash as I spun to look at Glenn.

He was on the ground next to me, looking as roughed up as I felt.

"What happened?" I demanded, bringing him into a quick embrace. At least he was alive. "Where are we?"

We were in a room with four white walls, empty aside from an empty medical cart and a window that was barred up. The floor was surprisingly clean.

"We ran into some guys. They took my gun. I guess their plan is to lure the others so they can steal the rest of them."

"Fuck," I threw my head down into my hands. "I practically baited them over the walkie, huh? Guns and supplies."

"Yeah," sighed Glenn. He looked utterly defeated, staring at the wall with pure regret.

The door suddenly swung open and in came the same guy that knocked me out. Two other guys came in after him.

My muscles tensed.

"Your little friends are here," he sneered at us before turning to one of the dudes. "Hermano, get them tied up."

I knew better than to try to fight back. I'm pretty sure I'm concussed.

Hastily, they put sacks over our heads and tied cloth over our mouths, the world becoming distorted and incredibly itchy on the eyelids. They tied around our hands, hoisting us up and dragging us out.

I tried to gather as much information as I could, listening for any unusual sounds but the men who were dragging us were too damn loud. Talking about a kid named Miguel and 'some hillbilly.'

Daryl.

I didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more terrified that they were here. God knows how many of them were in this group. How many were loaded with weapons.

A door slammed open ahead of us and suddenly the piercing Atlanta sun beamed onto our bodies, wind whipping my air around. The hand around my arm tightened, halting our walk.

"Oye!" I heard from... below?

I was dragged a few paces before the bag was roughly snatched off my head, a few strands of my hair along with it.

The sun beat mercilessly into my eyes but it wasn't the first thing I noticed.

It was the three story fall that awaited me half a step away.

I gasped against the gag, feeling the man behind me push me forward threateningly. My eyes scanned the scene below.

Daryl and Rick stood in the courtyard, weapons raised, across from a large group of armed men. I found Rick's gaze first, his eyes wide in fear. His grip on the pistol slipped the tiniest bit before his eyes hardened in anger and his lips twisted into a scowl.

He turned back toward who I assumed was the guy behind this entire operation.

"I see two options. You come back with Miguel and the rest of your arsenal. Everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood."

The leader looked up and I followed his gaze to find T-Dog on one of the rooftops, aiming a long-distance gun at his head.

Rick kept his gun up, his gaze once more flickering between Glenn and I before resting on me.

I wanted to shake my head and tell him to go back to camp. But my captor was holding the back of my head steady.

Our eyes remained locked for what felt like minutes before Daryl began to tug the back of his collar, slowly retreating from the courtyard.

His eyes stayed on mine until they reached the doorway and the doors were promptly shut.

"Alright, the theatrics are over," the guy who held my arm said with a sigh and loosened his grip significantly. I threw him a confused look over my shoulder as he walked me back toward the door, leading me down a staircase and taking us back to our empty room.

"I'm sorry for all the manhandling but we needed to make sure y'all weren't a threat."

Glenn and I both looked up with a startle, the leader of the group was standing in front of us looking genuinely apologetic.

"Nope," I said weakly. "Just mildly concussed."

"And you?" He looked at Glenn.

"Uh, mildly terrified."

The guy laughed and the hairs on my body stood up. It wasn't common to hear something like that nowadays.

"Look, my name is Guillermo, but everyone around here calls me G. We don't wanna hurt you guys."

"Didn't seem that way earlier," I said. "I got smacked in the temple."

"You know how it is. If you've stayed alive this long, you know you gotta protect your own."

I did understand. But I didn't believe we were in the clear here. This is the first group we've encountered since the world went to shit. Who knows what they've done to survive?

"Look, if your friends make the deal or not, you can stay here. You seem like decent people." He said with a shrug. "We need the muscle. You'll see what I mean soon enough."

I shared a glance with Glenn.

We in fact did see what he meant. My throat went dry as he led us out of the room, our hands finally untied. I stuck close to Glenn, keeping a hand wrapped around the bottom of his shirt.

This was a nursing home. Elderly people lived in each room, some in hospital beds, some playing board games with each other, others knitting.

"Are you kidding?" I asked without malice. "You had us thinking you were all some mafia."

"Appearances," Guillermo shrugged. "Hey, Judy. You doing alright?" He asked an older lady as we passed by. She waved at him with an adorable toothless smile.

"I'm hoping we can talk about those weapons you got."

We stopped at the end of the hallway, all three of us facing each other and I made brief eye contact with Glenn. Out of the both of us, I was the better liar.

"Look, what you've seen is what we've got. The guy in the cop uniform brought a small bag of weapons with him from his precinct. A few pistols, a revolver, and a rifle." It wasn't the complete truth but it wasn't a complete lie either. That was what we brought with us on this mission. Everything else was at the camp.

"That's it?" He looked unimpressed. "He didn't grab anything else?"

"It was just him. I guess that was all he could take on him."

"Where were you?"

"He joined us later on. He's from the outskirts of Georgia. He was looking for his family."

"Did he find 'em?"

"No," I lied, not fully trusting this random man. I made it a point to look disappointed, like I felt bad for Rick.

He looked disappointed as well, but likely not for the same reason. I felt a little bad for them. I could see that they weren't bad people, they'd stayed behind to care for the elderly. I could respect that.

"Y'all can make yourselves useful for now. We could use the extra help," he said.

"Uh, sure," Glenn glanced at me. I nodded at him in agreement. "What can we do?"

We ended up on housekeeping duty— checking in on the patients and making sure they weren't missing things like clean towels, soaps, blankets. Anything of that sort. I could tell we weren't being threatened anymore. In fact, the elderly seemed delighted to see us, even more so when they realized I also spoke Spanish like some of them.

My heart felt lighter than it had in weeks, my cheeks aching from how many smiles I'd handed out to all the grandmas and grandpas that greeted us warmly. No one was giving us strange or mean looks, there was not a weapon in sight.

Everything was going smoothly until one of the abuelitas came running down the hall, clutching our wrists and pulling us along with a panicked look.

"Can you help us? Mr Gilbert, he's having trouble breathing! Carlito can't find his asthma stuff!"

"We'll try, ma'am," said Glenn politely. She took us into a large room, people huddled around a hyperventilating man. We rushed over.

"I'm going to find Felipe! He—he knows where the medicine is!" She hobbled off quickly.

She returned in a few minutes, but it seemed like it had been seconds. I'd been distracted looking in every nook and cranny for an inhaler.

Felipe, the asshole that took all our chef boyardee, stood by Mr Gilbert, whipping out an inhaler and bringing it to the elderly man's lips.

Glenn and I gave each other a relieved look.

"What the hell is this?"

My head shot over to the back of the group, finding Rick standing there with a perplexed look. My eyebrows rose in confusion and surprise.

"An asthma attack," Glenn answered, barely sparing him a glance. "Couldn't get his breath all of a sudden."

"I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man," exclaimed T-Dog angrily.

Rick scanned me from head to toe before turning toward Guillermo. I tuned out most of their conversation, walking over to T-Dog and placing a grateful hand on his shoulder.

I knew it couldn't have been easy getting in here. Despite these people being mostly passive, they were still heavily armed. I don't even know why they want any more guns.

I gave Daryl a nod and then walked over to Rick, staying close as he followed Guillermo to the same room they put us in before.

"What about the rest of your crew?" Rick asked.

"The vatos trickle in to check on their parents, their grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay. It's a good thing too, we need the muscle. The people we've encountered since things fell apart. The worse kind— plunderers. The kind that take by force."

"That's not who we are," said Rick firmly.

"How was I to know? My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage. Appearances."

"I guess the world changed," T-Dog mumbled.

"No, it's the same as it ever was. The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The vatos work on those cars. Talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves so that's just a dream. Still, it keeps the crew busy. That's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut, except for one entrance. The vatos, they go out. Scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here— they all look to me now. I don't even know why."

"Because they can," Rick said, handing Guillermo a rifle and a pistol before turning around and unexpectedly grabbing me by the wrist. I startled, looking up at him in alarm. He didn't even spare me a glance, instead leading me out into the hallway where we encountered Felipe and the other guy that knocked me out.

Just the reminder made me glare at them, rubbing my temple with my free hand. My other hand was hyperaware of Rick's warm grip.

It was silent for a moment as we stared each other down. Then he reached back and the guy who knocked me out handed him my pack. Felipe offered it to me slowly and I took it. In it— the children multivitamins and about half of the medicine we'd scavenged.

None of the cans of food though.

"Fine, keep all the chef boyardees," I grumbled, instantly annoyed once again.

"Oye, yo no te crié así!" Felipe's grandmother cried, appearing all of a sudden to give him a solid whack in the side. "En mi hogar se..."

The man gave her a halfhearted glare, rubbing his ribs tenderly.

She raised her little wrinkly hand again.

"Se comparte," he said quickly with a sigh as he took the small plastic bag she was holding. I could see the fondness in his eyes as he looked back at his abuela.

"Thanks," Rick said, his grip on my wrist tightening ever so slightly as he leaned forward to grab a few cans. He shoved them into my bag.

"Alright, well this was cool but I'd rather we go now," I quietly told Rick, leaning up on my toes to get closer.

"Yeah, yeah," he finally looked at me now. His eyes dropped to our hands as if he hadn't realized he'd been holding on the whole time. Slowly, he dropped my arm, looking back up into my eyes. My breath hitched in my throat, cheeks burning slightly as I looked at his pale blue eyes. I'd never been this close to him other than the hug he'd given me yesterday.

"I'm glad you're okay," he told me as we let the rest of the group lead us out, falling to the back easily. There was this underlying need for privacy, as if our conversation was sort of intimate.

"Thanks for coming back for us," I told him with a serious look. "You could've just gone back to camp but you stayed."

Rick gave me an incredulous look. "Like I'd leave you."

We weren't anything to each other. We weren't even friends. Just former coworkers. But the way he said that made my heart flip in my chest.

Stupid emotions. Stupid, stupid crush. I felt like a giddy teenager.

Feeling a little brave, I placed a hand on his forearm. "Thank you," I looked him in the eyes, trying to convey just how grateful I was.

Maybe Guillermo would've let us go with or without Rick's interference but without any weapons or a vehicle, there was little chance we'd have made it back to camp alive.

I couldn't stay here and leave Shane, Lori or Carl behind. Even if Glenn was with me because I knew he felt the same. We'd all grown to care about each other, despite how many times I deny it. Glenn isn't the only important person in my life anymore.

We were all, like it or not, a family now.

"You don't have to thank me, ever." He grabbed a pistol tucked into the back of his belt loop and offered it to me smoothly.

I eyed it and then accepted with a small smile. "Tha—"

I cut myself off as Rick rose his eyebrows. His previous words repeated in my head.

"Sorry," I whispered, pocketing the gun with a wider smile and taking my hand off his arm.

Both smiling like blithering idiots, we rushed to catch up with the rest of the crew, heading back to reality.

"Hey, wait," I said loudly as we walked outside. "Where the fuck is Merle?"

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i wrote a little rick pov for chapter six if you'd like to check it out :)

[yandere-sins]

I'm so so sorry! Forgive me! I didn't mean for my ask to come off that way. I've been reading fics for a long time and engagement has been "I'll update when I want to stfu!" Or "Yeah I heard your idea but I don't want it." Or "It's my story I'll do what I want."

From my understanding and experience giving writers ideas has been kind of taboo and unappreciated from the writers.

And waiting silently hasn't done me any good. I've had stories I was dedicated reading go on hiatus for years. The last one I read getting updated after 2 years and it was clearly a rushed project with no effort put into it. And now it's on another hiatus again going on 1 year. When multiple people asked about it the creator has a "At least I updated at all!" kind of attitude. It was incredibly heart breaking for both sides.

And it seems to be incredibly more common nowadays. I didn't mean to be rude and I do like your other stories. It just stings having other projects worked on while a favorite collects dust and anything you do gets met with aggression or ignored.

Please keep up the good work. I genuinely appreciate you!

I'm sorry but your last ask really came off that way and I had a bad day. Thank you for apologizing and I'm sorry you had these experiences, no more hard feelings here.

I hope you don't feel like you need to generalize all writers because I have never been told these awful things before, so I can wholeheartedly say it's not everyone. Those you encountered treated you badly, but that doesn't mean everyone will. In fact, maybe it wasn't a problem they had with you, but just a problem they had that day or with themselves and you were a scapegoat in that moment. It's not right and they should have just deleted your ask and moved on from it and not been rude to you, but it might explain things. I'm sorry for the experience you had with these people, and I hope they reflect and better themselves every day. You should still watch how you talk to others though, because seeing how demanding you worded your other ask, maybe you've been misinterpreted a few times.

The best and safest way is always to wait and see if a writer asks for inspiration or help and then respond, but it's not everyone's cup of tea to ask for outside help, and we have to respect that too. Don't push you opinion on others (like, write hundreds of words about how things should continue and then this should happen and maybe the characters could do this, etc.) because if you go against someone's believes you will only end up wasting your time and energy talking against a wall. I'd even say if anyone treats you rudely, you should step away and leave them for good. But personally, I've never been mad at anyone for writing me an ask with e.g. "I keep thinking about x and x happening and I am so curious how it will continue!" or something like "Have you thought about x doing x? I wonder if they'd be happy this way!"

I always like hearing others ideas, but you also shouldn't be upset if I don't do anything with it. Especially with multiple chapter stories, there's usually some kind of plotline I'm following and as such I might need to change the whole plot for the story if I take inspiration. Sometimes it can be incorporated, sometimes not. Sometimes it's worth in my opinion to change everything, sometimes it's too much work.

Btw, as far as I heard, you should never suggest things to authors who have published books and series. It can get really messy. But you are always free to tell them how excited you are and how much you enjoyed their stories!!

However, I do disagree with you on the last point. Your dedication to a story might be admirable but doesn't sound healthy for neither you nor the authors. For you because you use an unreliable source to dedicate your well-being too, and for the author because everyone is allowed to create and stop creating as they like. Forcing them will only end in heartbreak as you have experienced. No one gets to decide for someone else, so if you want to keep dedicating yourself to stories that are still in the works or have long been abandoned, so be it, but then you shouldn't be surprised if a writer snaps at you for demanding more and more. Every decision you make has the potential to be a concious one, so think before you act.

Everyone hates it if a good story is left to rot, but the only thing you can do is be thankful for the author writing it and wishing them well no matter what they are doing. Try reading stories that are finished and save those that aren't for later when they are done or definitely on hiatus so you can prepare yourself for not getting an end. You are free to choose the internet experience you want to see, but you can't force your experience on others.

And here is my controversial take of the month... no idea that exist is really original. Even if you read about a princess becoming the dragon, it has been done before. So in the worst case that an unfinished story really eats away at you, use the idea that you can see the story originate from and create the tale you want on your own from scratch—even the ending. You might not be able to finish the story of someone else, but you can still think about yours.

I wish you well, anon. Take care.

[attn-pls1]

Could I get a reading if you’re still doing them? I miss my dr girlfriend a lot and I’m anxious about our respective fans reactions if/when they find out about us being together, I know this isn’t exactly a question or anything more so just asking for a reading on how that might go or any feelings/messages my gf might want to convey idk

I had to do this reading twice cause the first one so much came out that I got overwhelmed. Didn't even matter cause the second one had just as much. I think when your relationship gets revealed it'll just feel like a lot is going on and you might try to avoid it

A weird thing I'm noticing is there's A LOT of emphasis put on youth (it shows up FOUR times omg). Some importance put on family too. I think this reveal might bring back some old family tension? Either your family is getting involved or one of you is reverting to how your family acts (whether that's positive or not). Something that happened in childhood is resurfacing. Old dynamics are coming back in full force

I also think there's something to do with childhood trauma. One of you didn't get to fully experience being a child and the consequences are showing

One thing I'm getting is "unique victory". Something good will come out of this reveal. Maybe it's because you no longer have to hide the relationship that you feel a new sense of freedom. I don't think anything is wrong with the relationship itself it's just too many people are talking about things they know nothing about

I don't think it'll be the best when your relationship gets revealed. I think everyone is gonna be giving their opinion on it even if they have no place to. It will not be beneficial at all to listen to them. Try your best to ignore them, the people's opinion doesn't matter. All that matters is your relationship

"OMG LET THEM CRY" is the first thing that came to me idk where that came from 😭 this could be your gf telling you that they don't matter. You guys are amazing, famous, the best at what you do, who gives a fuck about some bitchless losers? Your careers won't be affected that much, it's just a lot of people whining. Call these people out in some way. If you're a singer PLEASE write an album about this situation I promise it would go crazy

Is your gf perhaps more assertive or aggressive? I don't usually curse and this section did NOT sound like me at all I think she was ranting through me 😭

She's saying she doesn't give a fuck about other people. They might not like your relationship but she doesn't care she knows the scandal is only temporary. She can see that you're hiding your true feelings to keep the peace and she's not having it. "I'm naturally selfish, sorry if you didn't know" your gf takes what she wants and she wants you (have fun 🤭). She knows your fans will keep supporting you so she's gonna keep loving you

This started off depressing but your gf really cares about you I see this relationship lasting long and going well. Hope you enjoyed it!

[certified-sleep-deprived]

Originally posted: Oct 5 2022

Anonymous asks:

Hi! If your still taking requests…

I'd like an Ink Bendy x Male reader, but with Bendy as the bottom? Thanks for the time, cheers

(yep I still do requests! Hope you enjoy! I'm not too good at writing MxM but I made it work the best I could. Also yes the blue text is the Dua Lipa song. Sorry if its not that good, ive been busy with school stuff lately so i havent had much time to draw or write)

~Good In Bed~

Ink Bendy x Male! Reader

Paring: Male x Male

Smut (18+)

Swearing

Enjoy!

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🎵Yeah, let's get to the point here

You love to disappoint me, don't ya?

You tell me what I want but ain't no follow through

You don't follow through, no🎵

There against the wall, was the Ink Demon being manhandled by his lover, F/N. The human male made out with the demon in a sort of aggressive way, by pushing him into the wall. The demon moaned as F/N felt up the skinny demon, feeling every jut of bone.

🎵But if you only knew me

The way you know my body, baby

Then I think maybe we could probably see this through

We could make it through, but🎵

The human shoved the demon onto a nearby cot in the room and started caressing his chest as he ground his hips into him. F/N started to take his jeans off and soon came his boxers as his erection sprang free and Bendy groaned.

🎵I've been thinkin' it'd be better

If we didn't know each other

Then you go and make me feel okay

Got me thinkin' it'd be better

If we didn't stay together

Then you put your hands up on my waist🎵

F/N hopped onto Bendy's waist and straddled him. The demon started to writhe and whine for his lover to go all out on him. He did this on purpose, knowing how much Bendy could just flip him over and get what he want, he still stays on the bottom.

🎵I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head

We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed🎵

F/N figured Bendy has had enough and plunged down on top of him, riding him at a slow pace. All the while the ink demon's moans and groans of pleasure giving F/N the drive to bounce faster on his girth. Bendy's moans only get louder and louder, being the bottom he is he tries to get more by thrusting up, but F/N comes off and says "If you want this, then you'll have to obide by my rules Bendy."

🎵Please

Come take it out on me, me, me, me, me

I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed

It's bad

We drive each other mad

It might be kinda sad

But I think that's what makes us good in bed🎵

He dropped down onto the demon again and rode him at a faster pace, knowing Bendy will cum soon and so will he, so he picks up the tempo of his bouncing to near the edge faster.

🎵I dedicate this verse to

All that good pipe in the moonlight

And the long nights where we did everything but talk it through

That's what we do, yeah

You always let me down, boy

But when you're going down I get so up

Don't know if I could find someone who do me like you do🎵

F/N brought Bendy into one last passionate kiss as he felt his shaft twitch inside of him. He felt up and down his curves and let out the last moan as Bendy shot his seed up inside of Y/N. Both panting, and out of breath from the steamy sex session the both of them just had.

🎵I've been thinkin' it'd be better

If we didn't know each other

Then you go and make me feel okay

Got me thinkin' it'd be better

If we didn't stay together

Then you put your hands up on my waist

I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head

We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed

Please

Come take it out on me, me, me, me, me

I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed🎵

F/N got off of the demon and helped him up and soon began to put his clothes back on. "That was great, thank you baby" he gave the demon a kiss on the cheek and went back to lay down on the bed

🎵It's bad

We drive each other mad

It might be kinda sad

But I think that's what makes us good in bed

It's bad

We drive each other mad

It might be kinda sad

But I think that's what makes us good in bed

Yeah, we don't know how to talk

(Mm)

But damn, we know how to fuck🎵

The tall demon followed suit to his lover in the bed, tired and drenched in sweat and ink. It was a sight that Bendy loved to see. He got into the bed and wrapped his lanky arms around F/N's waist and dropped his head onto his shoulder. Purring and satisfied, Bendy got to sleep easily that night, no nightmares of Joey, no flashbacks of when he was first created, none of that. He was happy and content right here.

🎵I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head

We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed

Please

Come take it out on me, me, me, me, me

I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed

It's bad

We drive each other mad

It might be kinda sad

But I think that's what makes us good in bed

It's bad

We drive each other mad

It might be kinda sad

But I think that's what makes us good in bed🎵

(Posting all my other oneshots and whatnot will take a bit so be patient please! Also if your the original person who requested this let me know so I can tag you! I couldn't tag you bc you changed your name :)

[lyssak09]

That’s totally okay!! I just love him so much and I think boyle would be an interesting yandere :) could i please request either headcanons or an imagine of him becoming obsessed with reader who is new to the 99 and a lot younger? maybe he’s obsessed with her having his child, and she resists a lot (which makes him sad) but ultimately he gets what he wants and she has their daughter. you can make it as dark/smutty/funny as you’d like! thank you so much my mutual bestie :))

Yandere Charles Boyle hcs

This 50/50 serious and not serious. I hope you all enjoy this! And anything for you Noella! (Also, the amount of people this man has a chokehold on is crazy) TW: there is some NSFW stuff in here, just a forewarning. And please remember that Charles in canonically a freak in the show

Boyle is an interesting yandere in my opinion.

I believe he is a delusional, obsessed, and possessive yandere, just to name a few of his yandere traits.

He definitely fell in love with you extremely quick, like faster than when he fell for Vivian.

And since Charles fell for you so quick he goes full boyle even faster, and 10x worse.

You awoke from your sleep on the couch to heavy and aggressive knocks on your door. Standing up and walking to your door, you started to get an odd feeling in your stomach. But you opened the door. You were met with a crazed and terrified looking Charles, he lunged at you and pulled you into a crushing hug. "You weren't answering my calls or texts! I thought something horrible happened! You can't scare me like that Y/N." Charles told you, tightening his hold on you. Turning your head, you looked at the time displayed on your clock, it read 1 am. You turned back to Boyle, letting out a sigh. "Charles, it one o'clock at night. I was asleep!" you told him while trying to wiggle out of his hold. Boyle wouldn't let go of you though. He started to push his way into your home with you in his hold until Jake came running to your door. "Charles! You're coming on too strong bud!" Jake told his best friend and started to pry him off you. "I'm sorry I took so long to get here Y/N, but I wasn't expecting to have to coming running over here after receiving over 1,000 messages!" Jake said while scolding Boyle. You gave Jake a smile of relieve once he freed you from Boyle, "Thanks Jake.". "Boyle tried walking further in your home trying to convince you to let him spend the night. Jake tried to get Charles to back off and let him take him home, but you gave in. You knew Charles wouldn't relent unless you let him stay. "Its okay Jake. Its late anyways, go ahead and head home. Charles can stay. " Charles gave the biggest grin after you said that. Jake nodded his head, understanding that boyle wouldn't stop till he got what he wanted. Jake tried to tell you goodbye but was interrupted by the door getting slammed in his face by Boyle.

Boyle is so jealous and possessive. Like if you look at a dude too long he will start to freak.

Charles sobbing, "Is it cause he's prettier than me?". "Charles! He's our freaking server! I have to talk to him!"

I can't tell you how many times he has assaulted someone for you. And of course he hides it well. He is a cop after all.

Sometimes though, on bad and stressful days, Charles will get sloppy and come home in a bit of blood. Not enough to scare you. But definitely noticeable.

"Charles, why is there blood on your shirt" you asked. Boyle paused for a second, looked down to his shirt and finally noticing the blood he missed. "Oh its nothing baby! A perp had gotten a couple of cuts while running, so when I tackled him I guess I got some of his blood on me and didn't notice." He answered your question with a weird smile. But you didn't wanna push anything.

Boyle is very forceful with his affections. He'll just randomly attack you with hugs, kisses, etc.

We all know this dude is weirdly over romantic.

He'll randomly show up to your apartment with a tub full of selfcare stuff so he can spoil you in the bath and shampoo your hair.

Expect lots of romantic dinners with some weird ass exotic food.

Boyle is also very very manipulative.

If you do anything he doesn't like then be ready to either be gaslit, guilt tripped, and or threatened.

I honestly believe that if you talked about ever taking a break from him, he would threaten to kill himself.

"If you ever try to leave me I will kill myself"

Then he goes back to spoiling you

He will get you to marry him. Nikolaj needs a new mom after that unfortunate accident that killed Genevieve.

If Charles has to use his power over you he will. But first he'll butter you up to the idea by telling you all the benefits that come with being married to a cop.

If that doesn't work though then he'll either causally threaten you or get you two married without your knowledge.

It shouldn't be too hard to forge your signature on the marriage certificate, Gina will gladly forge it for him.

The whole squad is super happy for you and him. And fully support your relationship. After everything Boyle has gone through he deserves to be happy. And if he needs a little help that may or may not be illegal, then they'll help him.

The girls love having girls night with you. You love it too. Its the only thing Charles will let you do without his unbearable presence.

But little do you know that he planted a bug on you. And if you do anything he wouldn't approve off, you'll get ratted out to him by one of the three girls. (Probably Amy)

Your outing with the girls allows them to intervene if you two are having problems (aka you tried to escape again). They'll convince you that what Charles is doing is okay. And it usually works, so you stop trying to escape for a bit.

The squad loves you a lot and loves how happy you make Boyle. So if them sorta manipulating, gaslighting you, and looking the other way keeps you with him. Then so be it.

Holt, Rosa, Gina are the most likely to gaslight you. Terry, Jake, and Amy will 100% manipulate you.

They just want you to be with someone who truly loves you. And Charles really really really loves you

Like I said, you're gonna get married to charles no matter what.

It'll be a very extravagant and erotic wedding. But of course only the squad and just maybe your parents can come. Charles just doesn't want them to disapprove of your relationship with him. Not that that really matters.

By the time it gets to the "I do"s you're probably gonna be in shock. But you have to say I do. Or else all hell will break loose.

After the wedding, you're officially screwed. You no longer have a chance to escape.

If you somehow managed to. Then Charles has basically the whole NYPD after you.

So really, there's no point in you trying to escape. Unless you manage to find the tracker he put in you, take it out, and flee the country.

Oh, by the way, you know how much Charles wants to be a papa? Well right after you two get married, its baby making time!

You might not be super pumped to be a mom but you don't really have a choice.

He might be shooting blanks but he will do whatever it takes to get his samples from his ex-wife. You two are going to have children, no matter what

Charles will randomly send you lists of baby names or themes for a nursery.

Everyone on the squad is super pumped once you do get pregnant. They're all gonna be aunts and uncles.

Jake can't wait to be a godfather.

Gina, Amy, and Rosa will 100% fight over who gets to be the god mother.

As we know, Boyle has delivered so many Boyle babies that he will want to do a hom birth. He will not let you go to the hospital. Not only will he miss out on being the duola but you might try to escape to.

Once your sweet baby is born you'll probably love it and hold it. Charles will be so happy.

Charles: "Isn't he/she beautiful?".

You: " ☺ Yeah, he/she is. If you ever make me do this again I will rip your testicles out and feed them to you"

Charles: "😳"

Charles will spam message you during the day while he is at work. It gets to the point where you start leaving your phone far away from you. Of course every time you do that you get a terrified and upset Charles bursting through the door because he thinks something happened to you.

Charles will share every little detail about you and the baby. No matter how personal the story is.

"Charles, I swear to god if you tell another poor waitress about my morning sickness I will break your nose"

As we know, Boyle is into some weeeeird stuff when it comes to the bedroom.

Remember that box of stuff he sent to Jake and Amy on their honeymoon? He bought a duplicate and tested everything out on you first.

You were low key traumatized after and sent Amy a very long message about the box telling her to either enjoy it like freaky Charles did, or burn it before its too late.

I whole heartedly believe that in the beginning of your relationship with Charles, (aka before he showed you his creepy yandere side) he would drug your food with aphrodisiacs (to get you in the mood) or he would drug it with things that would calm you and make you compliant. (Before you knew he was drugging you, you just thought that he was really the one since you were always so calm and 'happy' with him)

You know how weirdly possessive and clingy he can be with Jake?(Like when he destroyed government property because he thought Jake was replacing him)

Well he's way worse with you. He would hint at attacking a friend of Jake's, but with you he threatens and 100% attacks people that he thinks are too close to you.

He might even kill a few if push comes to shove, and will he be upset about it?

Not really, sure he'll be in shock for a minute or two. But he won't be upset about taking a life, because it was for you. For your relationship with him.

Charles is a family man, so seeing you mom Nikolja makes his heart swell. Sure when you first started dating Charles you knew about Nikolja, and you were prepared to take on a mother figure role if your relationship developed. But you were not ready for how quickly Charles thrusted that role upon you

From the moment Charles saw you he knew you were gonna be his wife no matter what. So he drilled into Niko that you're gonna be his new mom, even before you actually started dating.

He would take sneaky photos of you, he constantly staked you out before and after you started dating, and he would show the appropriate photos of you to Niko and would say "That's your new mommy."

Yes, Charles takes creepy inappropriate photos of you, 95% of them without you knowing. Don't act surprised.

Anyyways, Charles loves putting you in that mommy role with Niko. He makes you partake in the bedtime routine, has you go on mommy/son dates (before he trapped you), makes you go to parent teacher conferences, introduces you as his mom (and you can't disagree because you'll look shitty, Charles will be upset, if niko hears you said that you weren't his mommy he'll be so sad :(, and you do actually love Niko in a maternal way)

On the sweeter side of this mess, Charles is very understanding and caring when it comes to your mental health. If you're going through a depression episode then he'll pamper you, hold you, and do anything (almost anything) to make you feel even a little bit better. He'll always make sure you're actually taking your meds if you're on them. Charles will even let you see a therapist!

He'll make it be online appointments though, and the room you're in will be bugged. So telling your therapist about your true situation will really do nothing for you, Charles will convince the doctor and anyone else the doc tells, that you're just really struggling, you're so overwhelmed that you're hallucinating! Which you know isn't true.

If you're struggling mentally, Niko will go to wherever you're at and cuddle with you, trying to make his mama feel better. He'll even bring you home a drawing he made of you and him at his art class.

Of course you love it, how could you not? So you make Charles buy a frame big enough for the picture and hang it up on your wall. The picture makes you feel a bit better when you look at it.

All in all, Charles does care about you in his own twisted way.

NSFW Stuff Below!! Be Warned!!

I know how much you simp for him @flowercrowns-goodvibes so these might get raunchy 😬 sorry this part is so short 😫

Charles low-key manipulated and kinda begged you to be intimate before he napped you.

But after he kidnapped you he 1000% drugged you to get you to be more willing

Aka get you stop struggling, not that he doesn't like it. He actually believes you're just playing hard to get to get him to be a bit more rough and dominant when you struggle and yell at him.

Charles telling Jake about his night with you last night: Yeah, she kept yelling and fighting back, so I just grabbed the cuffs and put them on her and ignored her.

Jake absolutely mortified: Charles, THATS RAPE

Charles giggling like Jake's a silly goober: Noooo, she just wanted Daddy to get rough

Everyone near them violently vomiting

Like I said, he's a delusional freak 💙

Charles loves Roplaying with Jake for a case right? So just imagine him during sexy time with you.

He has a whole backstory for his character and yours.

Will get so butt hurt if you're not acting super into it like him.

Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink

Dude is all about getting you pregnant. Just the thought of you round with his kid sends all the blood in his brain downstairs

[masterofrecords]

Larger Pacific Striped Octopus (LPSO)

Sooo I know Weil made a post with the wikipedia link, but those guys are so cool and I know not everyone has the time to go through the wikipedia sources for more info. So.

Wikipedia says they are "a relatively new scientific observation", and thus not properly described, and what that really means is that in the 70s one dude observed LPSO, tried to write a proper article on their behavior, and that behavior was so different from what was expected from octopuses, that the publication never passed peer review. It's wild.

Most of the information below will come from this 2015 article in PLOS ONE, as far as I know it's one of the few publicly available scientific articles on LPSO.

Putting the rest under read more because it's getting long... but look at these beauties:

So, if you've read anything about octopuses, you probably know a few things about them.

Octopuses are solitary creatures. There are exceptions, of course (see here), but even in cases of abundant food and advantageous terrain there would be maybe 14 or so octopuses in the same area, and most times keeping two octopuses in the same tank results in one of them getting killed.

LPSO have been observed to live in colonies of as many as 40 individuals, and were kept in the same tanks in captivity without any incidents.

Next is mating behavior. For one, the mating in most octopuses typically results in cannibalism or other mutilations - which also leads to males of some species mating from afar to be able to escape should the female become aggressive, or even breaking off their mating arm to leave it to do its thing while the male himself flees. Other species mate in a closer mounting position.

Even if the male survives the mating, he doesn't have long to live - the mating triggers the process called senescence, and they stop eating. The females live a bit longer - just enough to protect the eggs until they hatch. However, they still stop eating and also die soon.

Literally none of those behaviors is observed in LPSO. The pairs can live together for a while before mating, and were even observed sharing food in a position similar to their mating position - beak to beak, suckers aligned.

And yes, they mate beak to beak, which is closer to how, say, squids do it. That's not to say LPSO matings are gentle, per se - the females can still display some degree of aggression and grapple and almost completely envelop the (usually much smaller) male in their web, which is similar to aggressive contest behavior in octopuses. The embrace will leave sucker marks on their arms. (All of thisthis may or may not be where some of Azul's kinks in Aquarium originally came from.) Still, absolutely no cannibalism or related behaviors was observed (no violently strangling the male, no pulling arms).

And they survive the mating and can actually procreate multiple times over their lives! They still don't live long (I believe current estimate is about 2 years), but it looks like their senescence isn't tied to mating, and females continued to hunt and feed while brooding.

And I almost forgot about the hunting! Here's a quote:

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” said marine biologist Roy Caldwell, a University of California, Berkeley, professor of integrative biology. “Octopuses typically pounce on their prey or poke around in holes until they find something. When this octopus sees a shrimp at a distance, it compresses itself and creeps up, extends an arm up and over the shrimp, touches it on the far side and either catches it or scares it into its other arms.”

There is still a lot unknown about this species, I'm afraid, but they really are a fascinating example of the variety in octopus behaviors. Hope this was interesting. (Also tell me if you want me to talk about the moray teeth. Please let me talk about the moray teeth, I'm doing way too much marine biology research for this stupid fic.)

[princecosmosanon]

(i'm a different anon btw)

Haha! Zuko is already super jealous of the other characters Sokka hangs around. ;3 He definitely has his reasons for hanging back though. Hopefully you’ll get to know what they are sooner rather than later??

WHATTTT? he's jealous?? sorry but like THE AUDACITY! like he had ~ a week off ~ to spend time alone with sokka but he didn't even bother to show up and now sokka gets to spend some time with new friends and meet new people because of his new job as a consort and he's jealous?? if you're so jealous then go to your room at night.. bruh

you know how we say "he would not fucking say that" about fanfiction sometimes? your sokka is soo different than his canon counterpart but i always think you got his core personality so well. i'm like ohhh he would do that yeah.

could i ask you about other characters? we know katara's at home (god i recently reread the first chapters and her anger is so heart wrenching. she just loves her brother so much i hope they get to reunite in the flesh). aang is still in the ice i suppose. i hope katara's anger at the fire nation for taking one of her loved ones again breaks him free so he can give our girl a bison ride to caldera to see her brother. hope this doesn't come across as rude or telling u what to do but i think it would be hilarious to read toph in this setting. though i don't think they'd have time to be friends in this story. still i'd like her to give zuko a hard earthbending style slap (oh i know i'm gonna regret lashing at zuko i know... but for now he's a lil bitch). yue is alive, hopefully? so... not gonna lie i hope we get to see one or two people falling for our sokka so zuko can be more jealous lmao i need zuko to realize that sokka's a cute magnet for cute people (now i'm not suggesting cheating. that's awful haha... unless 👀👀)

thank you so much for sharing your work with us i'm so in love with it that i reread it aaaaaaaaalllllllll the time krhjdx

i hope life gets less busy so you get to rest and enjoy yourself. writing can wait you're more important, if you feel obligated to write (i know i do when it comes to my writing) take your time please we're here whenever you want to update 💗 i know i won't give up on this story and i'm sure others won't too.

have a nice day king 👑

Whoa, I am soooo late to responding to this!! I apologize! It came into my inbox around when my boss first went on paternity leave and work was exploding around me :x

But LMAO yeah, Zuko is very audacious in this fic. He has a very inflated idea of what’s “right” and “wrong” and for good reason! But it seriously does not mesh with Sokka’s.

Lol I’m glad you like my Sokka interpretation! <3 Part of why it works in Hearts on the Mend is due to it being a non-canon universe. Sokka is older, he’s wiser, he can keep his mouth shut a little easier, but he’s prolly at least 20% more petty than his canon counterpart. He’s mastered passive-aggressive sibling slights and he’s turning that knowledge on Zuko, all guns blazing. - That’s basically why I write him like I do. I find it easier than sassy child Sokka. I’m personally not as good as he is with snappy comebacks, but I can write petty well enough.

Regarding other characters… (spoilers hidden for those who want to not see them)

Katara will indeed see Sokka again in this fic! You can bet Zuko doesn’t get away from her wrath forever. ;)

Aang will also appear in this fic at some point! :3c any more spoilers with him would be telling, tho…

Toph… I haven’t considered in *this* fic, I’ll be honest. She may appear in the sequel fic I plan to write (yes, I already have plans to write more for these characters in this particular setting) but she’s tabled for now.

And does Sokka get more love interests??? Will cheating be involved?!?!? Who can say… no, lol, actually this fic won’t have Sokka cheat on Zuko. He’s not going to put his tribe into jeopardy for his own libido or comfort. But he might have some longing later…!

Thank you again for reading my fic. It’s a lovely story and I want to keep it going. It’s definitely not dead in the water until I say it is, and I do feel like I’ll get back to writing soon. I just can’t say for sure because I’m all scattered still.

Thank you again and again and again! Love and peace,

~Prince Cosmos Anon

[yanderelovlies]

Your requests are open right? Apologies if I misread the pinned post.

I just wanted to request a swwsdj scenario where a preferably fem! Reader sees the news story about the yogurt customer Jack injured and pieces together what happened with the evidence (the events that happened after the guy asked if she had a boyfriend) and calls Jack out on it.

Like, not aggressively, just a bit curious and annoyed, reassuring him that she's not gonna leave.

(Basically: I'm not mad, just disappointed)

If I need to give more details let me know x-x'

I felt the same way when I was playing. Cause like no matter what you option you pick you still tell him your not intrested. He could have left the cute emo alone gosh!

It Wasn't long ago that you and Jack had gotten together. You would say even though it was a few days in the relationship, it was really good. He made you feel safe, and loved. You couldn't ask for a better partner until you caught the news. 

As you laid on the couch tuning out whatever was on while you scrolled through your phone. Until you caught a glimpse of the guy you knew a little too well. Putting your phone down, and paying more attention you learned of mental breakdown . It was really sad to see. Sure you didn't know the guy well, but the few times you did he was nothing but polite and sweet to you. However the more you heard of the recount of the scene the more something felt off. He was having nightmares, and begged an entity to make it stop. What entity??

Looking more into it you found that someone had posted a video of the police trying to detain the young man.

“Please….make it stop jack! I-I won't! I swear!”

It was a bone chilling thing to hear a man so broken and terrified. However, a name caught your attention. Jack. you don't think there were many “entities'' with the name Jack, and since you didn't have any more leads you figured you would ask the man himself. He can't do anything you don't want him to afterall, and that includes lying.

Since the apartment wasn't huge you easily found him in the kitchen preparing what seems to be a snack of some sort. Before you could get a word in, Jack turns to you with the brightest grin on his face. 

“Hey sunspot! I hope you don't mind, but I made us some snacks to hold us over till dinner.”

they weren't anything big, just some cute finger sandwiches, but they also were not the reason why you were here. 

“That's fine jack, but…”

“But?”

You would be lying if you said you weren't nervous. You had a feeling that he wouldn't hurt you, but you also weren't sure how he would react to your questioning. With a sigh you continued. You had to know.

“Do you remember the guy who came to my job, and asked if I had a boyfriend or not?”

Jack froze as his eyes scanned your face for what you were getting at. When he nodded you continued with baited breath.

“Did…..did you have anything to do with his breakdown?”

Jack’s eyes widened at your question. How did you find that out? The media was very quiet of the name he murmured, and yet you still seemed to find out?

He coughed a bit trying to act surprised, but the stutter in voice clearly gave it away.

“W-what are you talking about (y/n)?”

You glared at his clear cover up “Dont play dumb with me jack. I saw the news, and the video that is now probably circling around. He said your name, and this happened not long after that day. Did. You. Do. It?”

He flinched with every syllable before letting out a sigh, as much as he wanted to turn away he knew he couldn't. So looking at you with the most guilt ridden eyes he confessed.

“Yes sunshine….that was me. I….I was just so scared to lose you….I felt threatened. So I had to get rid of him…before he got rid of me ....”

God he looked like a kicked puppy, and made it hard to be mad. However you still were. He hurt someone who wasn't even a threat to either of you.

Softening a little you opened your arms to a hug that he gladly accepted as he hid his face in your neck, and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I love you Jack, and I would never leave you. You mean too much to me for me to do that.”

You could feel his arms tighten around you at his words. You could feel how happy he was which made the next part harder.

“However…I don't agree with how it was handled.” you pulled away from him so you could see his face properly. “You hurt someone jack….i can't agree with that.” you could see his expression fall at your words. You pulled yourself out of his arms as you stepped back from him, your arms at your side. “I'm not mad…but disappointed in you.” and with that you walked off leaving a very sad clown behind you. 

It wasn't until dinner did you see Jack again. He made dinner for the two of you, and it just so happened to be your favorite meal. No one talked for a while. Both of you mauling over your words until Jack finally broke the silence.

“I'm sorry (y/n)....i should have handled my feelings differently …I'll do better.”

He gave you the kicked puppy look once more, finally breaking down your walls. You deflated as you placed you hand on his 

“I forgive you jack….just please don't do it again.” He gave your bright smile and nod as he scooted over to you.

“C-can i have a kiss now sunshine….I've missed you, and your kisses.”

You giggled as you leaned over giving him a kiss. Leaving the whole ordeal behind you….hopefully.