#do NOT read the barbie murders! DO NOT.

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I collect (and read) pulp and here's some of my fav covers in my collection

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The "old movies" of Blitz's traumatic memories went by really fast, so I slowed it down to .25 and watched it frame by frame to see what I could find. Here are the frames I found interesting.

The necklace. It's confirmed that this is the same one that his mother wore, and he found it in the fire. Maybe it fell off while she tried to escape the flames? We also see how it haunts him when her eyeball turns into it in his hallucination.

Cash throwing a hard fucking smack. Maybe after the fire? It kind of follows narratively, but I couldn't get much from the background. Or maybe it's earlier? Either way, our theories that Cash was physically abusive are confirmed. Fuck him.

Two cute M&M moments. I've felt for a while that when they got together it really messed with Blitz's world. The second one looks familiar. Is it from Exes and Oh's right before he hugs them and acts invasive about Chaz? Either way, his hands are reached out. He feels like a third wheel since they became a couple. So it seems like a lot of his creepy behavior comes down to feeling abandoned by his friends and trying to SOMEHOW be close to them in the only way he knows how to do so safely (being sexual and joking).

This moment with Loona at the end of Seeing Stars. The rage in her face. This was played for laughs mostly (Loona refusing the hug and kicking him in the balls) but maybe it was actually hurtful? Seems like it stuck with him. Seems like he fears that Loona actually resents him (so these two need a talk too eeek).

Barbie. Yepppppp. I can't decide whether this is in Unhappy Campers or from an earlier time.

ALL the Stolas moments. Is it reading into it too much to notice that in all of the moments before Blitz raged in The Full Moon, Stolas is looking at him, and in all of the moments after, he's looking away? Regardless, these are all really upsetting moments for Blitz. And the sheer number of them says something about how fresh and painful the breakup still is for him. HOPING they reunite and make some progress on this next episode. :(

I love the role that Blitz's HANDS play in these glimpses into his traumatic moments. He's never touching anyone, and often reaching or pulling back, or touching an object instead. He has so much love in him, and he's so lonely.

Updates, for anyone who's seeing this from the original post. Thanks to those who pointed these out.

Blitz's hands are burned when Cash smacks him, so it's from after the fire.

The M&M moments are from Murder Family and Truth Seekers.

[kingkonoha]

Omg! I have a great idea for the whole gojo family series

What if they are all together watching a movie or something and if sukuna manages to take over yuji for a bit

Or what if sukuna talks through them from yuji's face or hand how will they react

彡 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 || 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆.

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You and your husband, Satoru, are not only parents to your young biological daughter, but to the two teenagers you decided to adopt a few months ago, Yuji and Megumi. One day, Sukuna decides to come out.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: angst, fem reader, mentions of murder.

♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4.4K

♡ — 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This fic is a part of my Dad! Gojo Series, but reading the other parts isn’t necessary.

When your sharp kitchen knife sliced into the peeled onion on your cutting board, just to the right of the green bell peppers you had finished chopping, your left pant leg was tugged on gently two times.

“Mommy?” Your four-year-old daughter called out innocently. “Can Yuji brother come to dinner too?”

How odd.

Looking down into her pleading eyes, you considered that, perhaps, she meant Megumi, who you and Satoru adopted alongside Yuji several months ago. She adored her two teenage brothers more than anything. They were, as she would say, “cooler than Barbie!”

And she had clung on to the dark-haired boy. Loved him way too much to simply call him Yuji’s brother. Maybe she used that little title because of her growing frustration over realizing his name was pronounced Meg-u-mi, instead of Meg-mi.

Maybe.

“Hm? You mean Megumi? Of course he’ll be at dinner, hun. He and your dad just ran to pick up something from the store. They’ll be back.” Flipping your knife over, you scooted the diced onions to the side.

“Nuh-uh,” she shook her little head. “Yuji other brother! His twin! Can he- can he come? Pleaseee?”

You froze. Your entire body stiffened, hand gripping the handle of your knife hard enough to leave your tightened fingers achy and sore.

But, even so, before you were a frightened human being, before you were a fearful person who wanted nothing more than to go into fight-or-flight mode, you were a mother, and the last thing you wanted to do was scare your little girl. Especially when you had questions.

“A twin? Wow, that’s really interesting,” your voice had a slight tremble to it, but you spoke as calmly as you could. “What happened? How’d you discover he had a twin, sweetie?”

“He’s upstairs, Mommy!”

Instantly, you scooped up your daughter, who giggled, wrongfully assuming that your intentions were playful rather than filled with terror.

Dragging footsteps stomped their way around from upstairs, moving slowly. You could hear it from the kitchen — hear him.

Running out the door with Maya wasn’t an option. He was coming. He was coming downstairs.

“Maya, do you wanna play a game?” Your hands trembled a bit. You smiled worriedly at your daughter. She nodded.

“Uh huh!”

“Let’s play hide-and-seek! I’ll count, and you hide. The only rule is you cannot hide upstairs, okay, honey? And don’t come out until I say so.”

“Okay!”

The young girl wiggled in your arms until you put her down.

You closed your eyes, counting, “one . . . two . . .”

The pitter-patter of her feet, and her small giggle, had revealed that she was headed towards the guest room on the other side of the house, following your directions.

Those haunting footsteps could be heard making their way down the stairs.

You pulled out your cell phone, calling Satoru, but upon the second ring, a figure appeared in the kitchen, and you pulled the phone away from your ear just as your dear husband said, “Hey, I’m glad you called. They’re out of . . .”

You could only hope he wouldn’t hang up due to your lack of response.

You could only hope that he would be able to hear what was going on as you hid your phone behind your back and tossed it on the breakfast nook table.

You could only hope.

Never before had you seen Sukuna take over Yuji’s body, But, despite the similarities between their outward appearance, with one look, you knew the person walking around the kitchen island with their hands in their pockets was not your son.

Your boy’s eyes never glistened with evil. His mouth never twisted into a devilish smirk.

But, even so, it was still Yuji. Sukuna might have been on the forefront, and Yuji's skin was now covered with black distinctive marks that made your skin crawl, but the clothes on Yuji’s — or Sukuna’s — body were the red hoodie and black jeans you bought him last week.

It was just a new outfit, something else to wear when that Jujutsu High uniform didn’t have to touch his skin. Even so, he hugged you as if you had handed him five hundred dollars.

The watch on his wrist was a birthday gift from Gojo. “He’s my dad-teacher!” The excited teenager would say with a closed-eyed smile.

There was a healing scratch on his left forearm, right above his pocketed hands. The dark mark came from a little kitchen mishap while making homemade pizzas. Yuji was a bit excited when it came to chopping up bell peppers. The tiny injury was only something to laugh about.

All of those wholesome details that you darted your widened eyes across sent a shiver up your spine. Were you going to lose your life to Sukuna while staring into the eyes of your beloved son?

“There’s no need to be scared.”

That voice — the deeper nature of it was startling.

He spoke again, taking a few steps in your direction.

“I just wanted to meet the woman who was stupid enough to provide food and shelter for this worthless brat I’m trapped inside of.”

You didn’t respond.

You could only hope that your little girl would hear the voice of “Yuji’s twin” and decide to abandon the last-minute game of hide-and-seek and dart out of the guest room she more than likely hid in to come see him.

You could only hope that Satoru didn’t assume you butt dialed him, and that he was on the other line, listening.

You could only hope.

“Not the talkative type, huh?” The King of Curses casually conversed. He smiled a little. “That’s alright, but I’m someone who likes to chat. You don’t mind, do you?”

“What the hell could you possibly wanna talk about?” Your tone was one of confidence — one that didn’t advertise your true feelings of absolute fear.

Sukuna stepped away from you. He approached the marble kitchen counter, examining the sliced vegetables on the cutting board. The look on his face — furrowed eyebrows, a little frown — showcased his great confusion.

“I just don’t get it. The homecooked meals. Family movie nights. Road trips.” He looked over his shoulder at you, and that devilish smirk reappeared. “Are you trying to give this brat a good life before he’s executed? Is that it?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t care. I just find it amusing. And there’s something else bothering me too. You and that other bastard you call a husband put all this work into being the perfect family, meanwhile, I’ve been watching from inside of your kid and waiting for the perfect opportunity to take over this body and kill every single one of you, and you must’ve been worried about that, huh? You trusted Yuji to keep me at bay, trusted his abilities as a vessel enough to let him around your shitty family, but you must’ve been scared shitless that what’s happening now would come to pass, right? So, I wanna know what your plan is for moments like this. Did you think Gojo would protect you and your other brats? No . . . that’s not it.”

He approached you yet again. Stared into your eyes from a distance as if he was searching for something within the windows to your soul. “Something tells me you’re more than just a boring housewife — am I wrong here? So what do you say, Y/N? Why don’t we try killing each other and see who gets lucky?”

The step he took in your direction seemed louder than it was. To you, to your frightened mind, it seemed as if his foot thunderously stomped against the mopped kitchen floor, which had dried after being cleaned with Pine-Sol and hot water.

In a few moments, one of your beloved family members would have to grab the handle of your favorite spin mop and drag it back and forth across a pool of your warm blood once Sukuna got his hands on you. You were certain of it.

“How strong is Sukuna right now? How many fingers has Yuji eaten? How the hell could he just take over Yuji’s body like this?” As you thought of those haunting questions, a bead of sweat trickled down the side of your face, sliding down the very cheek your dear husband had kissed this morning.

Sukuna was moving slowly on purpose. He simply enjoyed watching the fear within you fester. He smiled.

“If I die right now, then Maya could die too. He’ll find her. He’ll kill my daughter,” you thought. Sukuna took another step. “Maybe he’s still weak right now. Maybe I have a chance. But if I fought him, if I killed him somehow . . . I’d be killing Yuji too. Do I have to kill one child to save another? Do I have to kill my own son?”

“Get the hell away from my wife.”

Satoru’s voice was startling.

Standing in the archway of the kitchen, the sorcerer hooked his finger around his black blindfold and pulled it down, revealing wide, bright blue eyes. He clenched his other fist. Unclenched it. Spread his fingers. Clenched it again. That hand of his started to tremble, but it wasn’t with the same fear that made your body quiver.

Not at all.

He trembled with anger — hot, boiling rage that made the aura of blue cursed energy around him seem as if it, and he, were on the verge of exploding.

“Get the hell away from her,” he repeated darkly.

The grocery store was about fifteen minutes away. To have arrived so quickly meant that he must have transported himself here.

A wave of relief flashed over you, but the little flicker of hope you felt quickly diminished like an extinguished flame when a figure emerged from Satoru’s shadow, and Megumi stepped out from behind him, hands ready to summon whatever Shikigami he’d deem as necessary.

The last thing you wanted right now was to worry about another child of yours.

“Oh, there you are. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up.” Sukuna looked over his shoulder at Satoru, then suddenly, he sighed. “I hate that I have to leave just when things are getting interesting. Pacts are a pain in the ass, you know? But I’ll be back, just you wait.”

For a moment, a very brief second in time, everyone was frozen. No one drew a breath. Moved an inch. The kitchen was momentarily a museum with a display of statues representing the art behind fear, anger, and worry. And during that very brief second in time, the marks on Yuji’s skin vanished. His face softened into that of a kind person. His light brown eyes no longer glistened with a sinister stare, but they were gentle and full of kindness and curiosity.

Sukuna was gone, and your kind-hearted boy had returned. His shoulders had slumped over. Worriedly, your eyes wandered over his daze-like trance.

“What is that monster doing to you?” You thought.

Your quivering lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. No surprise, of course. Your throat was as dry as a desert.

Satoru reached out, giving Yuji’s shoulder a squeeze — one of misplaced anger or comfort, you couldn’t be certain — but your husband made his way over to you, and pulled you in for a hug.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where’s Maya?” The hug ended much quicker than either of you wanted, but he had to make sure you weren’t injured. He looked you up and down repeatedly, blue eyes darting across your shaking body as he rubbed your upper arms. He knew you weren’t shaking because you were frightened for your life, but for Maya’s.

“I- she- I told her to go hide.”

“I’ll go get her,” Megumi said. He left the kitchen, heading for Maya’s favorite hiding spot during a typical game of hide-and-seek. Perhaps for the young girl, the excitement in the game wasn’t evading the seeker, but being found, because she always ran to the same spot without fail and squealed with joy when spotted. Because of that, Megumi knew exactly where to find her.

“Mom?” Yuji’s voice startled you. Not because you feared him — you didn’t, not one bit — but you flinched with relief, so grateful to hear his voice instead of the King of Curses’ venomous tone. Yuji’s wide eyes blinked at you. He asked with worry and a little tilt of his head, “Are you alright? What’s going on?”

You glanced up at Satoru. He looked down at you briefly.

“You don’t remember anything?” You asked with as much kindness and calmness as you could muster. What happened wasn’t his fault, you assumed, but you knew your boy well. He would blame himself.

“No.” He shook his head, then scratched his ear. “Remember what?”

Yuji looked to his right and saw the wooden cutting board covered with bell peppers and diced onions. Your eyes were teary. Perhaps from cutting onions, he thought. He hoped.

“Can you give us a minute?” Satoru asked the teenager.

“Sure, no problem.”

Yuji left the kitchen and went upstairs.

“Baby,” Satoru said softly to you, a striking difference compared to how he spoke to Sukuna moments earlier. His thumb graced your cheek. “What happened?”

“I was just trying to cook, and Maya came into the kitchen and asked if Yuji’s twin could have dinner with us,” you released a shaky breath. “Next thing I know, he came downstairs. He said he’s been waiting for the chance to kill all of us. To kill me.”

Satoru wrapped his arms around you yet again. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest against the side of your aching head was soothing.

“It’ll be okay,” he mumbled.

“Daddy!” The sweet call from your little girl as she ran into the kitchen, her arms out as she eagerly waited to be lifted, had made Satoru switch from his former state as a caring, stressed husband to a loving father who knew nothing but joy and happiness.

“Hey, Muffin!” His lips spread into a wide smile. He crouched down, lifting his daughter as she ran into his arms.

“I missed you,” he kissed her soft cheek, making a loud, dramatic mmmwuah! sound that made her giggle and playfully bounce her feet.

“Daddy, Susuna’s coming for dinner!” She said. “He’s my new friend!”

She meant to say Sukuna. That was quite clear.

“Uh,” Satoru looked at you for a moment, then back at the young girl in his arms. “Why don’t we go check out your new dollhouse? That sounds fun, right?”

“Okay!”

There was a long and serious conversation to be had with Maya. One that Satoru didn’t want to have in your presence. And, plus, Satoru needed a solid minute to figure out what exactly he wanted to say as he walked through the house and up the stairs, Maya babbling about Barbie the entire time.

He’d simply explain that Susuna wouldn’t be able to make it to dinner, but for her to always let someone know if she saw him again.

And the young girl was sad. Truly, she was.

—

Dinner was silent.

Forks scraped against plates and ice gently rattled inside glass cups, but otherwise, the dining room was completely silent. Hearty servings of chicken, rice, and vegetables were stirred around but hardly eaten.

Satoru took a few bites. Megumi’s fork danced around, but he couldn’t find the courage to lift it.

You didn’t even bother with trying.

Maya didn’t touch her food either, pouting, her bottom lip poked out and her arms folded across her chest.

“Dinner’s good, Mom,” Yuji said. His plate held a half-eaten chicken thigh, a few discarded pieces of sauteed onion, and a couple of grains of rice. And as he took a sip of his soda, the uneaten portions in front of his silent family members caught his attention.

“Thanks,” you mumbled with a sad smile.

“So, uh,” Yuji put his glass down with a little clink. “Will someone tell me what’s going on? Please?”

No one answered immediately.

He looked over at Megumi, who sat to the right of him, but the dark-haired boy stared only at his plate.

“Everything’s fine-”

“No, it’s not!” Yuji hit his breaking point.

“You’re all looking at me like I’m . . .” he couldn’t find the right words. His new family was looking at him how the higher-ups looked at him. How the students from the Kyoto High School looked at him.

And that realization hurt more than anything else that had happened throughout his life, from losing family and friends to getting his hand chopped off.

Hot tears pricked at his waterline.

“Did I do something wrong? Just tell me,” Yuji’s wide eyes darted back and forth between you and Satoru.

“We can’t.”

Your reply startled Yuji to his core. You could tell, because his entire body froze.

After all, you knew your son all too well. If he knew what really happened, then he’d pack his bags in the middle of the night and leave for everyone else’s safety.

You’d never see him again.

“Please, I just wanna know why everyone’s upset.” Yuji tried to search his memory for the faintest clue, but he couldn’t think of anything. He took out the garbage. His room was clean. He remembered to shower. He was careful when leaving the house and always sent text messages whenever he was gone to let you all know he made it from one location to the next safely.

But, truthfully, skipping out on a few chores and mannerisms wouldn’t have earned him the looks of utter terror and distraught you all were giving him right now.

This was something more.

Something deeper.

“I wanna see Susuna.”

For a moment, no one moved a muscle.

But Yuji slowly turned his head in the direction of his little sister, hoping — praying — that she wasn’t trying to say his name.

“What?” Yuji asked her. “Who do you wanna see?”

“I wanna see Susuna-”

“That’s enough, Maya,” you sniffled, tossing your napkin on the table in front of you.

“Is she . . . trying to say Sukuna?” Yuji looked at you, his eyes begging for answers. Answers that his mind sought, but heart and soul would despise.

“Maya, did you see Sukuna today?” Yuji softened his voice as best as he could when speaking to the young girl, but it still quivered with worry.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Your twin brother is-he’s my friend!”

“No . . . that’s not right. That’s not possible.” The corners of Yuji’s mouth almost twitched into a smile, hoping that one of his distressed family members would grin back or break out into uncontrollable laughter while slapping their hand against the table, indicating that this was all some sort of joke or prank.

But no one moved a muscle.

“I wouldn’t switch out with him,” Yuji spoke yet again. He could barely recognize the sound of his own voice. He sounded desperate, pathetic. Like a man he despised. “I’d never do that!”

“You did, Yuji. Maybe not on purpose, but it happened.”

Yuji snapped his head in Megumi’s direction.

“Megumi,” you called out in a warning tone.

“What?” Megumi looked up at you and tossed down his useless fork. It clanked against the table. “I can’t just keep lying to him.”

You didn’t say another word, and Satoru hadn’t spoken up either. And despite the way your guts twisted at the thought of Yuji knowing the truth, you didn’t interrupt Megumi as he faced his brother and started to speak.

You only took a small, anxiety-ridden sip of your water.

“Sukuna showed up today. He wanted to kill all of us and almost had the chance to do it. If Gojo hadn’t shown up, she and Maya would probably be dead.” Megumi paused. It was as clear as a crystal that he wasn’t yet comfortable using the word mom, but now wasn’t the time to worry about familial titles. “They didn’t want to tell you because no one wants you to leave. We-”

The chair scraped against the floor as Yuji scooted back and got up. He started to walk away, ignoring how Maya’s little hand reached out for him.

“Yuji, come back,” Satoru called out. He started to get up from the dinner table. Everyone did.

“No.” Making his way from the dining room and into the living room, he walked fast, not out of anger, but so his beloved family wouldn’t see the tears fall down his cheeks. “I told you this would happen, and you told me it would be fine. I gotta go.”

“Yuji,” You called out pointlessly. Desperately. Trying to catch up with him as he made his way through the house. “We wouldn’t have taken you in if we thought that you were too dangerous-”

“But I am!” He faced you this time. Once again, you had expected to see Yuji, your boy. Your son. But instead, you were staring at someone unfamiliar. Only, this time, it wasn’t Sukuna.

No.

It was still your son, but his face was a canvas with sadness and frustration painted on it. Eyes red. Cheeks wet with warm tears. Lips quivering just a bit; a pained look you hadn’t ever seen upon his face.

“Turns out I’m useless as a vessel, and if Sukuna’s learning how to take over my body, then I need to be as far away as possible. And I can’t handle seeing you guys look at me the way you are now,” Yuji looked at each of you, and he smiled sadly. “Thanks for everything, and I’m sorry. I gotta go.”

It was quiet enough to hear his footsteps tap against the floor of the foyer. Then came the sound of the door unlocking, and, finally, shutting.

“This is our fault,” you pressed the back of your hand against your mouth, a weak attempt at holding back a sob. “We screwed up. We really screwed up, Satoru.”

“I’ll go get him. Bring him back. He shouldn’t be alone right now.” Satoru kissed the top of your forehead as a sweet way of saying goodbye, his soft lips feeling like a whisper against your skin.

“No. Let me go.” Megumi was hesitant as he spoke, his shoulders stiff with worry. He was never the sort of kid to volunteer to wipe down the lunch tables in elementary school, nor did he often go out of his way for other people. But Yuji was different. He was family.

That word felt foreign to Megumi, rolled off of his tongue in a way he despised, as if tasting bitter medicine that made him want to shiver and gag, but he had gotten used to it. Family. And, damn it all, he wouldn’t lose anyone else he associated with that odd, burdensome word.

Not again.

“Wait, hold on a second,” Satoru raised his hand.

At that moment, in a moment where his white brows were furrowed, lips pulled into a worried frown, he truly seemed like a caring father.

And he was. Of course he was. But there was a difference between knowing you were cared for and truly feeling it. And, right now, as Megumi stared into the expressional eyes of the teacher-turned-father, he felt it. The strange emotion of being loved.

How odd. It must’ve been fake. Megumi assumed he was imagining things. Reading into it too much.

“I get what you’re trying to do, trust me, but that’s not a good idea. Not until we figure out what’s going on. If Sukuna comes out, I need to be there.” Satoru looked away from Megumi and stared down at you as you stood close by. His hand, which was as warm and comforting as it was large, gently caressed the skin of your arm. “It just doesn’t add up. Why would Sukuna suddenly just come out? There’s no way Yuji decided to switch. He wouldn’t put you or Maya in that kind of danger.”

“It must be the pact Sukuna mentioned. He must’ve made one with Yuji,” you said.

Everyone paused, thinking for a moment. Maya made her way over to Megumi. She then grabbed a fistful of his lower pant leg and tugged on it, which was her silent way of indicating that she wanted to be picked up.

Megumi reached down and scooped her up, holding his little sister in his arms. Even as she started to get older, being carried around seemed to be her favorite activity. The young girl rested her head against his shoulder.

“If they made a pact, then I don’t think Yuji would agree to any sort of deal that could hurt anyone else,” Satoru paused. His thinking face softened into a look of love and reassurance as he gently smiled at you. “That means Sukuna was just bluffing and trying to scare you, okay? Why else would he leave as soon as I show up? Not like him to back down from a fight, right? And even if he wasn’t, we can handle him when he isn’t at full strength, you know that. That’s why we were comfortable adopting Yuji in the first place.”

“What if you’re wrong? What if he can hurt us? And even if we can handle him, things are different now. Is it even possible to hurt Sukuna without hurting Yuji?” You asked, staring into Satoru’s eyes as if to search his brain for answers he didn’t have. “We’ve been so caught up with trying to prevent his execution, that I think we forgot just how dangerous Sukuna actually is.”

“I think you’ve also forgotten how strong this family is. How strong you are.”

“Strength means nothing if hurting Sukuna means hurting Yuji.” And there they were. Tears. Tears ran down your cheeks as you spoke. “I love him. I wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Satoru hugged you yet again. You lost count of how many times he pressed his lips against the top of your head today.

“I know. I love him too.”

As Megumi watched the sweet interaction, he shifted his feet awkwardly. Sorry. Blame his childhood. Blame his traumatic experiences as a sorcerer. But he couldn’t help but wonder if you and Satoru would ever talk about him in the same loving tone you spoke of Yuji with.

The thought made sadness prickle at his heart.

Suddenly, Satoru pulled away from your embrace. He spoke softly. “I’ll keep researching all of this, alright? It’s a promise. Just try to relax.”

“You first.”

You both smiled, though not fully.

“Anyway, I’ll go get Yuji. You two stay here.”

No one dared to stop Satoru as he too made his way out of the front door. And, when it shut, you looked back at Megumi with eyes that only expressed worry and concern for his brother.

“Everything will be fine. I promise,” you said to the dark-haired teenager.

You didn’t believe it. The nervous quiver in your voice was a telltale sign. But, even so, you mumbled again — and not to your son, but to yourself this time — “everything will be fine.”

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OPLA characters reacting to a sweet, girly reader who turns out to be a a ruthless fighter

genre: headcanons, fem! reader, kinda suggestive??, idfk just read it bro

requested: nope, but reqs are open! pls, for the love of god, request for the opla♡

feat: zoro, sanji

a/n: reader's feminine but not female if that makes sense, only witting again because I'm obsessed with the one piece live action. also, this may be a little ooc, since I haven't watched the anime/read the manga, sorry about that! also, if you wanna be added to my perm taglist, pls feel free to ask!

☆ZORO☆

when you first joined the crew, zoro was immediately unsure of what exactly you brought to the table. I mean, they already had a swordsman, a sharp shooter, a navigator, a dumb cook and a captain/motivational speaker. so what were you doing here?

from luffy's explanation of you, he was aware that you were a good fighter, but he had never seen you in action.

the only things he had seen from you were stuffed animals laying around the ship, pastel outfits he could spot for miles, and bows that had been put in his hair while he slept.

he was tolerant of you at best, and straight up apathetic at worst, but finally, there came a time where someone tried picking a fight with you since you seemed like an easy target while you were walking with him and nami.

although he wasn't particularly fond of you (lies), he still felt the need to defend you as a crewmate, but the ass whooping you gave the stranger made him freeze in place.

there was blood splatter on your pretty face, deep red sploches of your cute clothes, and a look of pure hatred in your eyes. and you had never looked more beautiful in zoros eyes.

that was the first time zoro had ever smiled at you. sure, he had slightly smirked at your cuter tendencies, but in that moment he was truly smitten with you.

from that day, zoro wanted to train with you. what you lacked that he had in experience, you made up for in absolute cruelty when fighting. you were quick, agile and you weren't afraid to make zoro hurt, and he loved every second of it.

zoro would sometimes smile when he saw bruising on his body from his time training with you but catch himself and go stone faced immediately. no, he was not falling for you, absolutely not.

except he was, and the next time you showed up by his side with a slight limp, some tears in your cotton candy coloured clothes, blood all over you, and a sadistic smile on your face, he would tell you as much.

SANJI♡

sanji is unsurprisingly, enamoured by you the second you join the straw hats.

I'm talking, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, cheesy and constant compliments like "you're cuter than any of your stuffed animals, yn-swan~" and even brushing up on his baking skills to bake you aesthetically pleasing sweet treats that always put a smile on your face.

if I'm being completely honest, it doesn't bother him that he doesn't know exactly what your strengths are, you could be amazing at everything like barbie or you could literally not know night from day and he'd still admire you all the same.

one day, you're wearing bottoms that are on the shorter side not that sanji minds at all and you're out exploring the island you're at with him by your side, holding all your bags because in his words "angels don't do hard labour when he's around" when someone decides to hit on you.

you reject them politely, but when they make a less than appropriate comment about your outfit, you click your tongue and shake your head, readying yourself to hospitalise someone.

sanji's mood switches to one of being happy because he's around you to one of murderous intent the second this rando tries you, but you already have them wheezing on the floor with broken nose before sanji can even lift his leg off of the ground.

you're back to usual self, fixing the bow on your hair while complaining about how fucking hard it is to get blood stains off of your clothes, while sanji is thinking about how fucking hard he is

safe to say that this heartless, terrifying side of you makes sanji fall even harder and question whether or not he's a masochist.

he'll still insist on doing things like carrying you anywhere (most of your shoes you impractical as fuck, but style>functionality always) lifting things for you and treating you like a piece of fine china because that's exactly what you deserve, no matter how badass you are.

only difference is, now he'll never come to aid when it comes to kicking ass, because he enjoys seeing you take people to heaven and back more than anything.

he compliments now range from "omg you are the most adorable, lovable, doll-like angel I've ever seen" to "please punch me, step on me, make my nose bleed, choke me-" and he's now ten times more annoying about you than he was before, which no one thought was possible.

believe me when I say that images of you in frilly outfits with your eyes gleaming like diamonds eveytime you make someone bleed occupy 90% of his thoughts. (the other 10% is all things cooking, of course.)

[crookedteethed]

ᡣ𐭩 A Collection of Best Friend's Dad Rafe Cameron Tales

She's sprawled across her childhood bedsheets, the same one she used during countless sleepovers at the Cameron house, making what she thinks is a very adult, very responsible list:

PROS of sleeping with best friend's dad:

That damn henley collection

Already has dad jokes (convenient)

Fucks me good

Knows how to fix my "car problems"

Rich enough to be worth the therapy bills

CONS:

He's literally my best friend's father

Still has my Barbie from 3rd grade

Maribella might actually murder me

Pretty sure this violates the bestie code

She looks at her list, satisfied that she's being completely rational about this whole situation.

(Narrator: She was not being rational at all.)

-- Stories can be read as standalone pieces or as connected chapters in the ongoing saga of questionable decisions.

۶ৎ how i slept with your father | (18+) -- in which you tell your best friend how you'd fucked her dad, mr. cameron.

۶ৎ he's my thing | (18+) -- you managed to do it again--you fucked your best friend's dad --this time at his summer barbecue. 

۶ৎ An Inconvenient Flat (or: How Not to Handle Your Best Friend's Hot Dad) | (18+) -- Rule #1 of having car trouble: Don't call your best friend's father for help when you've been secretly sleeping with him since her 21st birthday.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

I like Oreos and pussy, yes in that order.

Barbie dolls:Spencer Reid x gn! Reader

Word: 2 k

Summary: you and Spencer are secretly dating behind the gangs backs

Warnings: flights make you uneasy, sex jokes, mentions of you and Spencer sleeping together, mentions of eating, you make a joke within the realm of suicide and or murder but I mean you watch criminal minds so, insinuated with one sentence you're shorter than Spencer but maybes he's like standing on the bed you don't know,

Flights home after a long case were your favorite part. Although it was a bit strange to like something like that, it felt peaceful. You just watched a criminal get put in handcuffs and you all knew there was at least one less dangerous person out there hurting others. You could all rest knowing you did a good job. You weren’t worried about another killer yet. That worry met you at the bureaus’ front doors, but for now, it was peaceful. You also quite enjoyed sitting in the jet with your closest friends.

Spencer rarely shares his couch with others but you made the cut. You’d sit at the foot of the couch and he would throw his legs into your lap. He’d even cover your lap with his blanket. You usually stared at the ceiling or read a book on the rides home. Flights made you uneasy. Even with all the practice you had.

Eventually, after Reid’s nap, you were all piling into the elevator to head down to the car garage. Penelope joined you guys, digging into her purse to hand Derek a KitKat. You wobbled on your feet from your exhaustion directly over the crack of the elevator. Spencer reached out and pulled you into the elevator safely, tugging you to his side. He didn’t really need to, there where no one else to go. Strangely enough, fitting eight people into one elevator made things a little cramped. Spencer held onto your forearm, holding it to his side. It was impossible for anyone to see it, but he still got to hold you upright.

“How do you guys feel about a late dinner?” Penelope asked, staring down at her phone to type out a message before dropping it back into her purse. Emily nodded. JJ groaned.

“Please! I’ve been so hungry since we left the hotel.” JJ said, raising her clenched hands at the sky. Hotch harrumphed.

“I told you to take a snack onto the plane,” Hotch said, glancing over at JJ with a raised eyebrow. You’d seen him use the look before on Jack when he left his coat at home.

“Uh-oh, Aaron pulled out his dad voice,” Rossi muttered, making Derek snort. Hotch glared at Rossi.

“I’ll go, Jack’s probably already asleep,” Hotch said, responding to Penleope’s earlier question. Derek hummed. He tossed his arm over Penelope’s shoulders.

“I’ll come with you, baby girl,” Derek said to Pelenope, kissing her cheek. Emily turned her head to look back at Pelenope.

“You know I’m always in for food,” Emily said, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. Your eyes drooped and you resisted the urge to lean your head on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Hm? What about you two?” Penelope asked, looking over at you and Spencer. Spencer kept his eyes on his watch before shoving his hand back into his pocket.

“Can’t,” Spencer answered. The elevator stayed quiet as they waited for him to elaborate. You nudged Spencer with your elbow. He jerked away from you, rubbing his side.

“Oh, I, uh, have a date. I can’t cancel. We’ve rescheduled three times.” Spencer added, pinching your forearm where no one could see. You glared at him, yanking your arm away from him. Derek slapped Spencer on the shoulder.

“My man,” Derek said, shaking Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer hid his smile, staring at the floor.

“They grow up so fast,” Rossi said, placing his hand over his heart. Emily snorted. Penelope dropped her jaw and stared at Spencer.

“And you didn’t tell me?” She asked. JJ patted Penelope’s shoulder in support.

“So how long have you and this mystery person been dating?” JJ asked. Spencer shrugged, eyes still on the floor.

“Couple months.” Derek lost his mind at that. He did a little hop that made everyone’s hands shoot out for the walls, searching for stability. He gripped both of Spencer’s shoulders and shook him back and forth, once again making the elevator unstable. You pulled away from Spencer, holding onto Emily for support. She kept one arm holding onto you and the other holding onto the handles on the wall.

“Morgan,” Hotch said, his voice a little less stable than it usually was. Derek pulled away from Spencer. He cleared his throat. Slowly you all pulled away from the walls, standing up straight. You still kept close to Emily, not sure if Derek would freak out if he found out you and Spencer had also watched a movie together. How scandalous.

“Ignoring that Spencer totally left us out on important news, What about you? Are you coming with us to late dinner?” Penelope asked. You frowned.

“Rossi, do me a favor?” Rossi groaned loudly. “Can you ask me the same question? I can’t say no to Penelope.” Penelope whined at your words, stomping her heel. You gave her a sad face.

“What? Why can’t you come?” Penelope asked. You groaned, nodding your head.

“I know, I know. But Spencer is my ride,” literally and figuratively. “And-“ Derek cut you off.

“I’ll drive you home.” He said, raising his hand like you asked who would take Spencer’s place. You shook your head.

“Very tempting, but alas; I have a lover awaiting my return.” You said, touching your heart like Rossi did earlier.

“What?! You’re hiding a date from us too?” JJ asked, making Penelope gasp loudly. You shook your head.

“No!” Yes. “I was speaking of my bed. I miss her warm embrace.” You sighed and shook your head, staring off into the distance. Penelope sighed.

“I suppose I’ll allow you to skip family dinner night for rest, but just this once. You’re coming next time.” Penelope said, sticking her finger up at you. You held your hands up in surrender. JJ joined in, pointing her finger at you too.

“And you’re going to like it.” Her ‘L’ in Like getting caught behind her teeth and adding a threatening tone to her sentence. You pulled back, retreating back to Spencer.

“Help me, Spencer. They are acting strangely.” Spencer rolled his eyes. You smiled at JJ and Penelope as the elevator doors dinged open to the garage. Spencer stepped out first. You quickly followed after him, jogging to meet his pace again. The others waved bye to you two as they all stopped by the elevator to decide where they were going to eat. Once you and Spencer turned the corner out of their view, you moved closer to him. He pulled his arm over your shoulders, leading you to the car and letting you rest a little.

“They don’t know right?” You muttered into his sweater. Spencer shook his head.

“No way. Penelope would be the first to know and she seemed genuinely shocked when I said I was dating someone.” Spencer said, slipping his hand under the strap of your bag. You twisted out of his hold, letting him keep the bag. He slung it over his shoulder, the bag sitting on top of his crossbody bag.

“I just don’t want to deal with the paperwork, not to mention it’s actually quite nice not having people in our business. I don’t know how many jokes I can handle from Derek.” You said, stretching your arms over your head. Spencer pulled his phone from his bag. He started typing out a response to a text, probably Penelope telling him he was missing out or Derek congratulating him on the date again. He stuck his hand out for you. You moved back towards him, dropping your hand in his. Spencer intertwined his fingers with yours as he finished his message.

“Yeah, not sure what Derek will do when he finds out about our promiscuity,” Spencer muttered, pulling you back towards the car. You snorted.

“Right, he loses it when he finds out you’ve been dating someone for months, wait until he finds out about the night after we tried to make madeleines.” You said, rolling your eyes. You both dropped your hands and moved to opposite sides of the car. Spencer stopped by the backseat door, opening it to drop both your bags in the back. He swung open the driver’s door after closing the backseat. He dug his keys out of his pocket.

“That was a good night. I’m not telling Derek about that.” Spencer said, settling into the driver’s seat. You followed suit, plopping yourself in the passenger’s. You shrugged.

“I’m telling Pelenope. Unless you don’t want me to disclose that information.” Spencer shoved the key into the ignition. He hummed.

“As long as it’s, you know, praise. I think it’ll be fine.” You smiled, patting his shoulder.

“No, it’s definitely praise, baby. Please be serious here.” You said, snorting and looking back out the window. The ride home was easy. You got a sudden burst of energy when you saw your front door, skittering out of the car to get inside. You pulled your shoe off. You stumbled with the second and ended up a few steps away from the rack. You finally got it off and flung it towards the rack of shoes already there. You watched it skid and knock Spencer’s house shoes out of line. You ignored it and your face planted into the nearby couch, your legs sticking out over the arm. You heard the door open and close again. Spencer slipped his shoes off, leaving both of your bags by the door. He walked over to the couch, slapping your calf.

“Up. Up. You can’t sleep on the couch, you know you’re going to regret it in the morning.” Spencer said, leaning on the side of the couch. You groaned, hugging the couch pillow closer to you.

“Oh shut up, Left brain. Right brain is going to dream of rainbows and cupcakes.” You said, words muffled by the pillow. Spencer smacked your calf again.

“And a kink in the neck,” Spencer said, resting his head on his shoulder. You smirked and looked up at him.

“I got plenty of those already.” You said. Spencer glared at you. He leaned down and slipped his arms under yours. You laughed at your own joke, snorting and smacking the side of the couch.

“Alright, up you go.” He said. Spencer pulled you up, forcing you to sit up.

“Ugh. Carry me.” You groaned. Spencer pulled back and shook his head,

“No.”

“You hate me. You want me dead.” You flung yourself back onto the couch in dramatics.

“No, I do not,” Spencer said, resting his hand on his hip. You nodded.

“I had to read between the lines but it’s what you said.” You said. He knew you were joking. You knew you were joking, but you still sent him a wink to make sure. Spencer groaned and turned on his heel.

“You’re massaging that kink out of your neck on your own in the morning,” Spencer said, walking off the the bedroom. You shot up off the couch, following after him.

“Will you still massage me if I don’t have a hurt neck?” You asked, pulling his arm over your shoulder again. Spencer pressed his lips together.

“I’ll think about it.” He whispered. You cheered and clapped your hands.

“Take that mystery person, he’s massaging my neck. Not yours, loser.” You flipped off the mirror in the hall and pranced after Spencer into the bedroom. He rolled his eyes at you.

“Yeah, Penelope will never figure it out with you talking like that,” Spencer said, leaning down to kiss your cheek lightly. You nodded your head.

Eventually, you were both in your sleep clothes and pulled tightly to the other under the sheets. You slept like a well-rested toddler. Spencer said he woke up with your hand in your face but you told him you just missed looking at it in your sleep. You just felt his face like braille so you could imagine it while you slept. Spencer did not entertain your theory, bringing up the data on strange sleep positions and dreams. You actually quite liked hearing about it and mentioned one of the facts later to Derek. Which, of course, made Spencer blush and hide behind his book.

Really short part two

[bvbygrl-writes]

Trick or Treat

Pairing: Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: It's Halloween and you find yourself experiencing both a trick and a treat.

A/N: As usual I didn't proof read. I know people wanted a part two to Wrong House but this unfortunately is not that. I offer this as consolation. There will be no part two of this one either. 18+ so minors and accounts without age dni or I'll block you.

Warnings: dubcon, mentions of blood and a dead body, painal, double penetration, dacryphilia, roughness, use of the pet name bunny, dark themes, just absolute sinfulness

The Senior Halloween Bash was something people started preparing for months in advance, as it was a big honor to attend. And, despite the fact that a string of murders was happening in the area, that was not enough to kill the hype for the party. Well, it was enough for (Y/n) but not enough for her best friends who were not going to let her get out of going to another party. Plus, as they had reminded her at least one hundred times, she had promised she’d go.

“I’m not sure how practical this outfit is.” (Y/n) remarked, grimacing as she snapped the fishnets against her skin. The entire costume was uncomfortable, tight, and unbearably itchy. The most form fitting thing she had ever worn was a tank top and even then, she never left the house in them. Going from flannel to the Easter Bunny’s Mistress was not going to be easy to adjust to. The feathers cuffs on the gloves were driving her insane already, causing her to scratch at her arms aggressively. Molly swatted her hand, glaring at her overly dramatic friend.

“Come on, (Y/n/n), it’s not that bad! Plus you look super hot. It’s one night. Let’s live a little.” she whined out, pouting as she leaned over the girl’s shoulder in the mirror. (Y/n) observed their appearances. Molly had dressed as a beer tavern maid and Toni, the quietest of the three, was a sexy pirate, her hook hand doubling as a flask which most certainly would need to be refilled before they left. 

“Living is exactly what I’m worried about. If the killer is at the party, I won’t be making it five steps in these damn Barbie pumps!” (Y/n) huffed out. She held onto the vanity as she stood up, her ankles wobbling. “I can’t even walk, how do you expect me to last all night?” Molly simply ignored her complaining, fluffing her hair up a little. The (h/c) looked down at the smell of rum under her nose. Toni’s plastic hook was opened at the top as she tipped the remaining amount of liquid towards her friend's mouth.

“I think you need this a little more than I do.” Toni slurred her words slightly, giving her friend a lazy smile. (Y/n) shook her head, pushing the hook back towards her.

“Someone’s gotta be sober enough to drive and considering you’ve had half a pint of rum and Molly took an edible half an hour ago, that really only leaves me,” she took a moment to take in her very pink appearance once more, sighing as she grabbed the keys from the top of Molly’s dresser on the way out, “Let’s get going before I change my mind.”

The party was in full swing at Shane’s mansion. Despite the fact he had been out of high school for four years, he still insisted on hosting the party at his place every year. For free booze, free food, and such a nice pad, nobody really complained. He got to smash girls who were freshly eighteen and they got a place to party with their friends. It was a win all around. 

It had only been fifteen minutes and (Y/n) already found herself separated from the girls she had come with. Toni had gotten whisked away by some girl in a Cat Woman costume and Molly…well, she was gone before they had even made it through the back door. The pain in her feet was becoming unbearable and unfortunately, there was no place that looked optimal enough to sit. The couch was filled with her half naked peers, making out with one another. The loungers outside were more or less in the same position.

Grabbing a slice of pizza from one of the many open boxes, she made her way upstairs, the music growing quieter as she made her way down the long corridor. Her eyes landed on the set of double doors at the end, a large ‘OFF LIMITS’ sign plastered on the front. To socialize or to lock herself in one of the only unoccupied rooms? The choice was not too hard to make. Carefully, she looked both ways before hobbling towards the double doors, opening them without a second thought.

The bedroom was massive and from the decor choice, she assumed it belonged to Shane’s parents for the rare times they found themselves home. A large king size bed with a lush comforter set on a rounded platform against the wall. On the other side of the room was a black leather couch, what she hoped was a fake bear rug, and an unlit fireplace. Taking her shoes off, she let out a relieved groan as she kicked them to the side. “Hello, sweetheart.” she purred at the empty bed, sprinting up the small steps before throwing herself onto it, stomach up. She began to make snow angels, the soft fleece making a swishing noise as she did so.

However, she couldn’t fully enjoy herself. There was a dripping noise coming from the ensuite that was driving her up the wall. Sighing, she reluctantly threw her legs over the side of the bed. “Rich people. Who doesn’t check their appliances before going on vacation?” she scoffed, shaking her head as she opened up the bathroom door. Her hand searched the side for a light switch until she felt a bump under her gloved fingers. Flicking it, she let out a horrified scream. Blood covered the walls and floor. In the tub, she recognized the girl. Jessica from her AP English class. Her curly hair was tousled and ratty, eyes wide open. Whatever she had last seen absolutely terrified her from her permanent shocked expression. Trailing her eyes down, (Y/n) could saw the dripping was a result of the blood running down her neck to the tips of her fingers, dribbling down into a pool of crimson on the floor.

(Y/n) felt sick to her stomach. It was taking everything in her to not pass out, throw up, or hell, even do a combination of both. With a hand over her mouth, she slowly began to back out of the door. She couldn’t bear to look at this any longer. She had to call the cops! Her steps were suddenly interrupted from a wall that wasn’t there before. A warm, breathing wall. A strong arm wrapped around her torso, holding her in her spot.

“Where do you think you’re hopping off to, little bunny?” The gravelly voice said in a humorous tone that she found to be extremely inappropriate given the circumstances. Her breath hitched in her throat as she began to stutter nonsensical words, begging her brain to piece together some english.

“I-I won’t tell anyone! Please just- just let me go!” she stuttered out, her voice cutting in and out in fear. The arm around her middle shifted, the hand splaying across her torso. Her legs began to tremble as a pair of lips trailed down her neck before pausing at her ear.

“Now where’s the fun in that, hm?” he chuckled. The strange man loosened his hold some, beginning to walk backwards with her. Her eyes flickered to her heels only a bit away from the two of them. Should she risk it? If he was the one responsible for the mess in the bathroom, chances are he was armed and more than capable of using his weapon. But if she didn’t try, would her fate still be the same? ‘Focus, (Y/n). You only have one shot.’ Without waiting a moment more, (Y/n) dropped her weight to the ground, quickly shimming across the carpeted floor. His arm gripped her leg, dragging her closer to him causing her to scream, jabbing the heel into the space between his neck and shoulder. The man groaned, falling back onto the ground.

 “Fuck!” he screamed out. Turning towards the door, a man with brown hair stood in front of the doorway. He had on a cloak and what you assumed was fake blood. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she recognized him. Billy Loomis, a boy she had many classes with. He usually wasn’t very talkative but he was very helpful, always letting her borrow his notes when she missed school.

“Billy!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him as she managed to scramble up from the floor. “Thank god, you’ve gotta help me! There’s a girl dead in the bathroom!” (Y/n) wailed out. Billy stayed silent, wrapping an arm around her waist. His expression was blank as he looked down at her. Confusion overtook the girl as she looked up at him. “Billy? We need to get help!” her fear rose to another level as he began to laugh, using his free hand to move a piece of hair from her face.

“Surely you didn’t think that was a one man job, Bunny. Come on, I know you’re smarter than that.” he cooed out in a faux sympathetic tone. (Y/n) felt her whole body shaking and if it wasn’t for Billy’s firm grip around her, she surely would’ve fallen to the ground. But, it wasn’t as if her current position was any better. Using his teeth, Billy pulled off his glove, caressing her cheek with a calloused hand before turning her around to face the other man. A gasp fell from her lips, another one of her peers, Stu Macher. The blonde was now standing, massaging the bruised spot where she had attempted to stab him. The severity of the situation was now looming over her. She was trapped in a room at a loud party, where no one would hear her screams, with the killers responsible for all the deaths that had occurred in the past month. “Since you’ve already gotten the trick, it’s only fair you get the treat too.”

“I-I’d hardly consider murder to be a treat.” she stuttered out. Both men looked at each other, sinister cackles leaving their mouths. Stu marched over to her, tilting her head up towards him.

“We’re not gonna kill ya, Bunny. But I don’t doubt you’ll be screaming like we were!” he exclaimed in his gravelly tone. (Y/n) found herself relieved until she realized what he meant. They were planning to have their way with her and if she was honest, she wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea. Having sex with two of the hottest guys in senior year versus being brutally murdered like Jessica had? She’d choose the first any day. Jessica would get her justice but, it wouldn’t be from her. She was dragged from her thoughts as Billy’s large hands began to toy with her breast over her bodysuit.

 Her eyes flit close, lips parting as a soft moan fell from her lips. She could hear Stu growl before feeling his soft lips on hers, catching her off guard. She quickly reciprocated, allowing him to lead the kiss as he began to violate her mouth. The feeling of his tongue piercing was new and foreign, making the intoxicating motions of his tongue even more sinful. The blonde grabbed her hand, moving it to the tent present in the front of his pants. If his bulge was any indicator of the size, she was surely in for a treat. Stu’s hand traveled to the crotch of her bodysuit, massaging her cunt over the velvety fabric, rippling a muffled whine from her lips. The wetness grew, leaving a dark mark where his hands were working magic. He pulled away from her lips, his eyes focusing in on it. Her face grew warm with embarrassment. Had she always gotten worked up so easily or was the danger she was in adding to her arousal? Billy gripped her jaw, forcing her to look down as Stu toyed with her.

“Don’t get shy now, Bunny. You weren’t when you made the decision not to wear any underwear with this little get up.” Billy said in a disapproving tone. His free hand moved to pull the front of her suit down some, revealing her breast to the two of them. Stu whistled some before flicking her hardening nipple on her left breast.

“You’re so reactive! I bet it won’t take much to get ya to cum will it, Bunny?” He commented before latching onto her breast. A shuddery breath left her mouth at the sensation. The ball of his cold tongue piercing swirling around her nipple with hunger. Billy removed his hand from her face, trailing it down her chest before engulfing her remaining breast with a firm grip. 

He massaged it in a circular motion before pinching her hardened bud. (Y/n) moaned, resting her weight back on Billy’s chest. Reaching her free hand back, she began to play with the short hairs at the nape of his neck, giving Stu’s now fully erect cock a firm squeeze. The blonde growled, tugging on her nipple gently, sending a wave of pleasure to her throbbing clit. He pulled away from her chest with a pop before dropping to his knees, spreading her legs. She watched as his hands ripped at the fabric, leaving a large hole in her tights and bodysuit. His left hand massaged at her clit slowly in contrast to his right hand which roughly shoved two thick digits into her sopping hole. (Y/n) winced at the intrusion, the pain short lived as his fingers expertly massaged at her walls. A string of high pitch noises left her as he scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her out.

Billy tilted her head towards him, taking her into a sloppy open mouth kiss. His tongue overtook hers with ease as he gripped her throat roughly, leaving her with little air. He nipped at her bottom lip before pulling away, looking into her eyes intensely. She felt like a captured prey and at the moment, she technically was. But, even as he wrapped his hand around her neck firmly, she couldn’t find it in her to care. “I want your eyes on me as you cum. Don’t you dare look away.” he commanded in a deep tone. (Y/n) nodded to the best of her ability, staring into his dark eyes. They examined her face carefully, taking in every flinch and quiver of her lips. His arm tightened around her waist as her knees began to buckle. With every thrust of Stu’s fingers, she could feel herself growing closer.

Her (e/c) eyes struggled to stay open as he began to suck at her clit, his tongue licking up every bit of arousal that spilled from her. Stu’s fingers disappeared into her deeper, curving upwards until he hit that spongy spot inside of her. (Y/n)’s eyes widened, her lips parting as another loud moan ripped from her. “There it is!” Stu growled out before delving his head back down, his fingers applying more pressure to her g-spot as his lips sucking on her clit with an entirely new level of strength. 

The contrast of his fast working tongue combined with the languid feeling of his fingers massaging her spot was enough to send her over the edge. Her legs began to shake violently, labored breaths causing her chest to rise and fall like crashing waves. Billy’s grip on her throat tightened, reminding her of his words. She struggled greatly with keeping her eyes open as pleasure washed over her, the knot in her stomach unraveling completely. Tears of pleasure streamed down from the intensity of it all, her lips quivering as she whimpered pathetically. She had never experienced an orgasm so intense, so prolonged before. Her pussy was unbearably sensitive, a new feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. Billy smirked, wiping her tears with his thumb before bringing it to his lips. Her eyes widened as a gush of clear liquid began to gush from her in a long stream, soaking Stu from below her. Billy took his eyes from her to watch, groaning at the sight, her cunt continuing to squirt. Her eyes clenched shut as she screamed in pleasure. She was already reaching her limit and they hadn’t even gotten to fucking her yet. The flow came to a gradual stop, her body jolting in after shocks as she panted. 

The girl felt her body being lifted, the feeling of the soft bed returning under her. Billy slapped her face, her eyes flying open in alarm. “You’re not tapping out already. The fun hasn’t even started yet.” he teased. (Y/n) groaned, propping herself up on shaky elbows. The two men were now nude from the waist down, their cocks fully erect. Her eyes followed Billy as he climbed onto the bed behind her, pulling her towards him with ease. His cock was wedged between her open legs, giving her a closer look. What he lacked in length, he certainly had in girth. “It’s a shame that tail on your ass isn’t a plug because,” he pushed her forward, ripping the tail from the back of her bodysuit, leaving a clean hole where her butt was, “You’re really gonna wish it was.” Before she could climb away, he pulled her back into his lap, aligning the tip of his cock with her rear. Her eyes widened at the feeling of his thick head pressed against her virgin hole.

 Any protest she had fell onto deaf ears as the tip of his cock pushed in. He was nowhere near fully in yet but the burning was so painful. It felt as if he was splitting her in half, forcing his thick cock into her unexplored hole. Her throat was growing raw as she screamed, only seeming to egg him on. She was so out of it that she completely missed Stu’s presence, holding her legs up as he aligned himself with her front. Her teary eyes shot open as his cock slid into her cunt with one swift motion, his head thrown back in pleasure. Billy was now fully situated inside of her, the burning of her ass a bit more dull but still present. She could feel them both pressed against the thin wall separating them, the feeling was indescribable. And despite the pain, she couldn’t recall a time she had felt so much pleasure.

“You’re so pretty when you’re screamin’, Bunny. Couldn’t resist shoving my cock into you.” Stu said through gritted teeth, folding her legs back as he began to thrust into her. Billy wrapped his arms around her waist with a bruising force, holding her up just an inch above his lap as he began to pound her at an assaulting pace. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth lazily. She was aware she was babbling, but her brain was completely disconnected from her body. Stu pulled his cock mostly out before slamming back into her, the three of them moaning in unison. With each movement, their cocks brushed against the thin lining of her walls, sending a volt of pleasure straight to her clit. The blonde leaned over her open mouth, spitting directly into her mouth. She began to choke, gasping for the air that seemed to no longer be present in the room.

“Don’t be-be rude, Bunny. Swallow it like a good girl. Here, I’ll help you.” Billy said, sticking his fingers down her throat. (Y/n) gagged, swallowing around his fingers. The brunette growled, looking at her with hungry eyes. Stu whimpered, his hips stuttering a bit as he looked upon, his cock twitching inside of her.

“Oh fuck!” he whined out. He was close, but he refused to be the first one to come. Moving one of his hands, he began to rub at the girl’s clit roughly, his thrust growing more sloppy. (Y/n) screamed around Billy’s fingers, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her holes began to pulsate around their cocks, causing them to let out a string of swears. “She’s close, Bill.”

“You’re almost there, Bunny. Make a mess on our cocks. Be a good fucking girl!” and right on cue, (Y/n) felt herself snap. Her pussy began to gush around Stu’s cock as she sobbed, her mascara running down her face. She began to thrash in their hold, rabid speaks of tongue flying out of her mouth. Billy removed his fingers from her mouth, choking her harshly as he buried himself deep in her ass, hot streams of cum filling her to the brim. Stu came only a millisecond after, burying his face in her chest as he painted her walls white, collapsing on top of the pile. Their cum spilled out of her, making its way onto the fleece blanket. None of them noticed as they panted, two pairs of hands trailing along her body. 

Stu pulled himself up on shaky arms, hovering above her. (Y/n) looked up at him through blurry vision as he gently moved her hair back, adjusting the pair of ears on her head.

“How’s that for a treat?”

[kissami]

UN ÁNGEL- Cloud strife Headcanons

sum. Need boyfriend headcanons for cloud? SAY LESS.

warning: modern cloud, oc cloud srry I love him soft, might be a little self insert because of the stuff I like but that’s all

femreader! with she/her pronouns

song of the day: igual que un ángel - Kali uchis

boyfriend Cloud who knows your order by heart at your guys’ favorite coffee shop and no matter how many times he does it, it never fails to make you blush and impressed.

Boyfriend Cloud who never fails to make you ticklish especially during intimate moments that you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Boyfriend Cloud who sometimes can’t handle all the attention and affection so he distances himself but can’t help but miss you even more.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves picking you up from university on his motorcycle to show off especially knowing that Reno would be there. He is still very bitter that Reno was your first kiss in fifth grade and not him because he was too busy helping collect Tifa’s shopkins from the grass at recess.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves going to Aerith’s flower shop because he helps her make your bouquets extra pretty just for you. #bestfriendprivileges

boyfriend Cloud who has recurring nightmares of losing you to Sepiroth. No not the “I’ll steal your girl,” kind of way. More like he murders you and Aerith at the same time. Perhaps something from a past life?

Boyfriend Cloud who loves watching studio ghibli movies with you especially ponyo and spirited away. Let’s not get started on his love for Princess Mononoke.

Boyfriend Cloud who goes with you at the bookstore for now on to carry your books because he found out that a guy put his number inside of a book after catching it for you when you accidentally dropped it from your stack pile.

Boyfriend Cloud who’s COMPLETELY and UTTERLY obsessed with you. Not the annoying obsession, but the obsession that makes your tummy in knots and the cute things he loves to do for you. Whether it’s making you lunch for school/ work, leaving cute notes on your door handles, or literally dropping everything instantly for you when you call.

Boyfriend Cloud who hid in the bathroom after you guys had…yk…and too embarrassed to come out. If only he knew you were on the bed breathless and wanting more.

Boyfriend Cloud who baby trapped you. With a cat. Her names Honey and every time there’s an argument he uses her as an excuse to visit you. “We can’t let our cat have separated household problems,she needs both of her parents so please answer the door.”

Boyfriend Cloud who had no idea him getting a lip piercing would be in the way of kissing you for it to heal correctly. He ran out of the piercing shop and only agreed to come back to get a matching eyebrow piercing with you instead.

Boyfriend Cloud who not only made you a playlist, but this mf burned a cd for you, made tifa draw a one in a million piece of art for you for the cover, has a sticker of it on his car, and even bought a necklace that had the Spotify playlist code. So whenever a person flirts with him, he’ll hold it up and say, “scan this and read the description. That’ll be my answer for you.”

Boyfriend Cloud who didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with kpop, especially BTS. Him and jungkook have beef apparently. He also buys you albums all the time and even sacrifices himself to let you use his phone to make sure you guys get tickets to concerts.

Boyfriend Cloud who WILL call your work to call off. He doesn’t care, cuddles are more important.

Boyfriend Cloud who forces you to drink water whenever you hang. You always complain about headaches and he makes sure when you’re with him you’re hydrated.

Boyfriend Cloud who is addicted to Dr.Pepper. You gave him some when you two went to watch Barbie in the summer and it’s his holy grail. “We need to head to Costco, I ran out of my pepper.”

[pinklotushere]

they've been on mind ever since I saw @demonic0angel 's art, and now I've manifested this

Steph ducked into the small, dimly lit coffee shop, her boots scuffing against the floor as she brushed snow off her coat.

She just finished her third patrol of the week, and though nothing particularly pressing had come up, she couldn't shake the unease. The quiet in Gotham is always a sign for the storm coming

The coffee shop was packed, every table occupied by students hunched over laptops, couples chatting quietly, and a few harried professionals pounding away at keyboards. Steph glanced around with a sigh. No seats. Of course.

Her gaze landed on a lone guy at a corner table. His red hair stood out first, messy but vibrant, almost too neat to match the dark hoodie he wore.

His head was bent over a notebook, and his pen moved furiously across the page. Green eyes darted up briefly, scanned the room as if expecting something—or someone—and then went back to his work.

“Perfect,” Steph muttered under her breath.“him or nothing, I guess”

She weaved through the tables and stopped next to him.

“Hey,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Mind if I sit here? It’s kind of a zoo.”

He froze for a moment, then looked up at her like he was surprised she was speaking to him. His eyes were sharper than she expected, calculating, but he nodded after a beat.

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”

“Thanks,” Steph said, dropping into the seat across from him and setting her coffee on the table. She pulled out her phone and started scrolling, not paying him any mind. He didn’t seem like a threat—just another Gotham weirdo trying to survive a cold January night.

But then he mumbled something under his breath.

“...Can’t believe they’re still covering up the sixth victim. Do they really think nobody’s paying attention?”

Steph froze. Her head snapped up, and she fixed him with a sharp look. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

The guy stiffened, clutching his pen a little tighter. “What? Nothing. Just talking to myself.”

“Uh-huh.” She leaned forward, her casual demeanour giving way to something more focused. “Sixth victim of what, exactly?”

He hesitated, his eyes narrowing as if trying to figure out her angle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

He glanced around nervously, then leaned in closer. “There’s been six murders in Gotham in the last two months. All random, on paper. But if you look at the details—locations, dates, even the way the bodies were found—there’s a pattern. A really specific one.”

Steph’s stomach twisted. She knew about the murders—bruce had mentioned them briefly, and she’d overheard barbie saying they might be connected. But this guy wasn’t supposed to know that.

“What kind of pattern?” she asked, keeping her tone light, almost teasing.

He tilted his head, studying her. “Why are you so interested?”

“Call it morbid curiosity,” she said with a shrug. “You seem to know more than the average guy reading the news, and I’m nosy. So spill.”

He sighed, pushing his notebook toward her. “It’s all in here. Dates, times, victim profiles. If you cross-reference it with known Court of Owls activity, it lines up perfectly. But no one’s talking about it. Not the media, not the cops—no one.”

The mention of the Court made her pulse spike, but she kept her expression midly interested and slightly disbelieving. “The Court of Owls? Seriously?”

“They’re real,” he said firmly, green eyes burning with conviction. “And they’re behind this. I don’t know how yet, but I will.”

Steph leaned back, pretending to be unimpressed. “Sounds like a lot of work for a hobby.”

“It’s not a hobby,” he muttered, sitting back and crossing his arms. “It’s the truth. Someone has to figure it out.”

Steph studied him for a moment. His voice had softened, the determination replaced with a quiet frustration that felt oddly sincere.

She couldn’t decide if he was a genius or just another Gotham conspiracy nut. Either way, he was cute—she hadn’t noticed before, but his sharp features and intense green eyes gave him an endearing, almost earnest look.

She smiled. “Well, Weston—”

“How do you know my name?” he asked, suddenly on edge.

“It’s on your notebook,” she said, pointing at the corner of the page where “W. Weston” was scribbled. “Relax, Sherlock. I’m not psychic.”

Wes flushed, muttering something she didn’t catch, and steph grinned. "Call me wes"

“well, Wes, this was fun,” she said, standing up and sliding her bag over her shoulder. “We should hang out sometime.”

He blinked. “What? Why?”

Steph tilted her head, smirking. “Let’s just say I’m curious about what else you know. And hey, you’re kind of cute. That doesn’t hurt.”

Wes stared at her, caught somewhere between confusion and a flustered frown.

“Here,” she said, scribbling her number on a napkin and sliding it across the table. “Call me if you figure out something big. Or if you just want to grab coffee again, oh, and you can call me steph”

She walked away without waiting for his response, but as she pushed through the door, she glanced back and saw him staring after her, the napkin in his hand.

Well, she thought, this can't go wrong either way

[myfandomrealitea]

I saw some stupid post about what media you consume and create so I made a rant and I thought it would be fun to share with someone:

For people who say that what you read/interact/make determines who you are and your values as a person I have this to say; do you know how many kids played with their toys in a gruesome manner? How many Barbies have had cheating, abuse, and divorce scandals that ended with someone dying? How many Minecraft sheep have suffered the piston end rod joke? How many mlp horror fanfics were ingested and enjoyed by younger fans?

Did you only play with your toys in a pure and golden way? Did you not try out some dark ideas for fun with the knowledge that this is all fake? Do you think the kids obsessed with fnaf and poppy playtime and the other dozen rip offs are pro child murdering?

They do it because it’s fun to play pretend, not because they want it all to actually happen. If children can realize that you can do things in fiction that you wouldn’t want to do in real life, why can’t adults?

This makes me think of the Reddit example in the comments of an AITA post where someone talked about how as a child they used to pretend they were an orphan and had to navigate life by themselves. When their Mom found out she went absolutely batshit, insisting it meant that they wanted her dead and were plotting to kill her.

People who think you can only consume specific media or in specific ways always make me laugh because you'll usually find out they love Disney movies or love songs about rape and gang violence or read the exact same literature only its okay because they do it "critically."

[miryum]

"The Stakeout"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

Series Masterlist

“Did you leave the precinct last night?” Jason set a mug of coffee next to Y/n’s desk. 

“The internet’s out at my apartment. The neighbour I’m leeching off turned it off for a couple days to teach their kids a lesson and this is the only place I can watch Bluey.”

“The kids show?” Jason raised a brow. 

Tim gasped and raced to Y/n’s computer. “I love Bluey!”

“Of course,” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you dare scoff at the majesty that is Bluey!” Y/n pressed a dramatic hand to her chest. “Clearly, you haven’t seen its brilliance. Sit down, baby Jay. You’re gonna love this.”

Both Tim and Jason crowded around the screen. Y/n pressed the keyboard and the iconic intro music played. Tim hummed along and Jason stared longingly at his book.

He hardly registered when the unicorn came on screen. “Children,” Tim and Y/n murmured with the unicorn.

The unicorn was spoiling a book about a princess and shoes. Jason wasn’t really paying attention. He could be reviewing files or reading books or bothering Damian. All valuable uses of his time.

“Wait, did you quote John Mulaney?” Jason realised. 

“Baby Jay? Yeah.” Y/n shushed him, “now watch this cinematic masterpiece.” 

“It’s a goddamn kid show. Any adult that watches this voluntarily needs therapy.”

“Yeah, I thought that was obvious,” Tim peered at him. “You’ve known us for more than four years. You hadn’t deduced that already?” 

“Touche.” 

“She calls herself The Queen of Crime,” Dick announced to the briefing room. “Or more well-known as Harley Quinn. She and her wife have broken into, set fire, exploded, and murdered more people and places than I can count.”

Y/n gasped. “Oh my gosh, gay crime queens? Do you think they would adopt me?”

“L/n, you would be an accomplice.” Tim frowned at his friend. 

“I would go to jail for my criminal moms.” 

“Anyway,” Dick rolled his eyes, a smile creeping at his mouth. “L/n and Todd will be staking out a place we’ve seen Quinn and Isley frequent. Cain will be their contact. Drake and Brown, I have another assignment for you that involves a murder.” 

“A murder?” Y/n whined. “No fair! How come I’m stuck with Todd and Steph gets a murder?” 

“I’m just better than you,” Stephanie shrugged. Y/n glowered at her. 

“I’m sure you’ll make the stakeout incredibly frustrating and boring,” Jason patted Y/n’s arm from his seat next to her. 

“Frustrating and boring: Title of your sex tape,” Y/n muttered, crossing her arms. “Dickie, you can’t expect me to live with Todd for three days! He won’t even do anything! He’ll just read and… I don’t know, what other nerdy things do you do?”

“Nerdy?” Jason shot back, “Says the person who references every TV show known to man!”

“Just so everyone knows,” Y/n raised a finger up. “The obsession this week is the Barbie movie.”

“Amen,” Steph clapped Y/n’s hand in a high-five. 

Cass fistbumped her. “Margot Robbie is a goddess amongst men.”

“Speaking of goddesses: Julie Andrews.” Y/n said. Steph hummed in agreement. “Princess Diaries marathon this weekend?”

“Y/n,” Dick interrupted. “You’ll be on a stakeout with Jason.”

“You think that will stop me?”

“No,” Dick admitted. “But... we‘re done. Everybody just go back to work.”

“You remind me of the Hulk.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jason looked away from the camera that was perched in the windowsill.

“You remind me of the Hulk,” Y/n repeated from her seat on a beanbag chair. She grabbed some goldfish and popped them in her mouth. The apartment where the stakeout was taking place was small and decrepit. When Y/n had first seen it, she’d said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t wanna get tetanus.” Jason had locked the door before she could escape. (“If you wanted me alone, Jay, you could’ve just asked.”)

“How so?” Jason fought the urge to roll his eyes before turning back to stare out the grime-covered window.

“Well, first off, you’re fricking huge, but also a nerd.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a destructive green monster.” 

“I don’t know what you do outside of work.” Y/n shrugged. “But seriously, my dude. You need to stop working out. You’re making the rest of us look bad.” She reached over and poked Jason in the bicep.

“Are you flirting with me?” Jason smirked.

Y/n huffed and said, “you wish, Todd.” Thankfully, the walkie talkie crackled to life. “Talk to me, Goose,” Y/n snickered into the walkie talkie. 

Cass replied, “Maverick, we’re getting intel that Quinn and Isley are headed your way.”

“Thanks, man. Iceman’s keeping a watchout.”

“Iceman?!” Jason scoffed. “What makes me Iceman?!”

“Because you’re all stoic and impassive and eventually, you fall in love with me,” Y/n explained.

“I don’t remember Iceman and Maverick’s romance,” Cass’s voice was staticy and Jason was surprised she was still listening. 

“Come on,” Y/n’s eyebrows rose incredulously. “We could all feel the tension.” Cass hummed in acquiescence.

“L/n,” Jason shushed. “They’re here.” Y/n immediately quieted and turned off the walkie talkie. She went to sit next to Jason, making sure the camera was effectively hidden behind a screen. Outside, the pair could see a large truck pull up to the warehouse across the street. Out jumped Harley Quinn, her pigtails bouncing as she whistled. She skipped around the semi-truck and opened the door for her wife, Pamela Isley. Isley gave Quinn a kiss on the cheek and Y/n let out an ‘aw!’ Jason rolled his eyes and said, “just because they’re lesbians doesn’t mean they’re cute. They’ve committed many crimes.” 

“Being lesbians automatically makes them adorable and exempts them from all their crimes.”

Jason shushed her again and started taking pictures, the camera softly clicking away. Quinn opened the back of the semi and Isley pulled open the doors of the warehouse. Cheerfully, Quinn stacked boxes for Isley to roll away on a dolly. 

“What’s in the boxes?” Y/n wondered. 

“Do you think we’d be here if I knew?” Y/n glared at Jason’s response. 

Minutes passed, silent only for the snaps of the camera. Quinn and Isley continued to unload the truck and by the way they were piling them in the front of the warehouse, Y/n guessed that they were either moving the boxes soon or the warehouse was already filled. It wasn’t long before Isley slammed the truck door shut and blew a kiss to her wife. Quinn waved dramatically as Isley started the truck, leaving Quinn behind to man the warehouse. 

“Are we good?” Y/n asked. “Did we get all the pictures? Can we return to civilization and its cleaning supplies?”

“The apartment isn't that bad,” Jason said. “And no, we have to wait to see what Quinn’s doing.” Y/n groaned loudly and flopped over on her beanbag. “I figured this would happen,” Jason began to dig around his bag. “So I came prepared.” He pulled out some paper and pens and threw them at Y/n. “Draw me a picture or write me a story.” 

Y/n frowned at him. “What do you think I am? Five?” Jason shot her a knowing look and she muttered, “yeah, okay. That’s a pretty good idea.” Y/n sat down on the ground, mumbling about blastomycosis and mold poisoning. Jason silently wondered how she knew so much about diseases. Sitting back on her beanbag, Y/n uncapped a pen and started drawing. Or writing. Jason wasn’t really sure. He was more preoccupied with the case. 

After fifteen minutes, (Jason had hoped it would distract her for longer,) Y/n proudly showed Jason her drawing. “I even wrote a story to go with it!” She presented another piece of paper, filled with her scribbly handwriting. 

“What’s it about?” Jason asked, eyes slowly turning away from the camera and towards Y/n. 

“It’s a tragic love story between a marshmallow and a cup of hot chocolate who can never be together because the hot chocolate would melt the marshmallow, but the marshmallow stayed with the hot chocolate, even though it was slowly dying, because it loved the hot chocolate.” Y/n taped her picture and story up on the wall.

“Shakespeare would be put to shame,” Jason said after a moment of processing. Y/n nodded along. “Romeo and Juliet, who?” 

Y/n gasped softly. “Oh my gosh, I think I love you.”

“I thought that was already established,” Cass’s voice came through the walkie talkie. 

Y/n quickly pressed the button. “You’re still there?” 

“L/n, this is an open police line.” Cass was rubbing her temples. “We need to be in constant contact with you.”

Jason snagged the walkie talkie away from Y/n and updated Cass. “Quinn’s still at the warehouse. L/n and I request to prolong our stay to keep tabs on her.” 

“Wait, we could still leave?!” 

“I’ll ask Wayne,” Cass said. “Stay sharp.” The line crackled and went silent. 

“Todd, why are we staying later than needed?” Y/n whined. “We could be back at the precinct right now.”

“Because this would be a big bust for us. If we shut down the Crime Queen’s operation, and maybe even catch one, that’d be a major operation off of the street.” He looked back at the detective. “Come on, Y/n. Think about it.” 

Y/n grumbled, but relented. “Fine.” She went back to scribbling on the paper, angrily huffing out profanities every now and then and asking Jason how to spell certain words. (“How the hell do you not know how to spell equipment?” “It’s a hard word!”)

“Cass, I’m transferring some pictures to you,” Jason spoke into the walkie talkie, sometime around ten fifteen at night. “I’m not seeing any activity right now, but I’ll keep you updated.”

“We’ll keep you updated,” Y/n corrected. “We’re a team, remember, Todd?” 

“You’re right,” Jason looked back at her. “I’m sorry. We’ll keep you updated.” He flipped off the walkie talkie and said, “if we’re a team, then do you want to take a turn at the camera?”

Y/n scrunched her nose. “Nah. I’ll just wait until you pass out from exhaustion to take my shift.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly. “Really helpful.” 

“I know.”

It was late the next morning and Y/n was sitting dutifully by the window, letting Jason snore on the beanbag. She had the movie Deadpool on in the background, occasionally quoting things alongside Wade Wilson. “A fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break! That’s like… sixteen walls,” she mumbled, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket she had stolen off of Jason. A loud honking lifted her from the edges of sleep and Y/n bolted upright, cursing. A sleek, black limo pulled in front of the warehouse and Y/n immediately radioed in to Cass. “Hey, Goose, we have a situation.” 

“What is it, Maverick?” Cass yawned, still following along with Y/n references.

“A black limo, licence plate…” Y/n took dozens of pictures. “PNGIN, just pulled into the lot. Sending evidence now.” She opened the precinct laptop Jason had packed and uploaded the photos. “I might need backup if an exchange is going down.” 

“Copy that,” Cass said. 

From the limo stepped a pudgy man in a three-piece suit with a large tophat. Y/n had to refrain herself from commenting on his appearance. “Jay, get up! Get up!” She kicked the beanbag chair and Jason awoke with a start, mumbling things about interrupting his sleep. “Oh my god, is that…” Y/n squinted through the camera lens, pressing the ‘talk’ button on the walkie talkie. “Cass! It’s Cobblepot! Cobblepot’s meeting up with Quinn!”

“-at?” It sounded like Cass said ‘what?’ but only clicked her button during the last half, surprise evident in her voice. “Lemme get Dick. And Wayne.” She added the Captain as if on second thought. 

After a tense minute where Y/n had to kick Jason again, Dick came on the radio. “L/n, report,” he commanded.

“Cobblepot’s meeting up with Quinn. I’ve sent the photos. I’m requesting a soft backup. Let me see what’s going on, but I want officers on hand. We could stop something big here, Sarge.”

“Copy that. You’ll get your officers. Where do you want them?”

“A half a block away,” she said. “And Dick? I need ‘em now. I don’t know what’s going on, but Quinn’s coming out to meet Cobblepot.”

Cass’s voice returned. “Y/n, Dick’s going to lead the officers himself. His ETA should be about ten minutes. Sit tight.”

“Will do, as soon as Todd WAKES UP!” Y/n kicked Jason in the shin, earning a loud “ow!”

“I’m up!” Jason shot up, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “What?”

“Fucking Cobblepot! You’re about to sleep through our bust! Bitch,” she clicked her tongue, ”wake up!”

“Cobblepot?” Jason said blearily. He raced the window, squinting down at the scene below. “Holy…”

“I know!” Y/n punched Jason on the shoulder excitedly. He flinched away from her, acting as if it had hurt. 

Y/n snapped pictures as Jason took over the computer, typing a report. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Cass said, “Backup’s here, just in case.”

“Thanks, Cain,” Jason said, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Quinn’s taking Cobblepot into the warehouse,” Y/n reported. “But I can’t see… do we have any footage of the interior?” 

“Would we be here if we had access inside?” Jason groaned. 

“Now I see why people avoid you in the morning,” Y/n grumbled back, shooting Jason a warning glare. She shoved a cereal box towards the man and Jason angrily shoved some food into his mouth. “Now you won’t be so fucking cranky,” she muttered.

“Stop fighting!” Cass demanded, “what do you see?”

“Nothing! Other than Cobblepot’s men standing ominously by his limo.” Y/n asked, “how come we don’t have limos? That would be so much cooler.”

Cobblepot stepped out of the warehouse, Quinn trailing behind him. He gestured to his men and a couple of them started loading boxes into the trunk of the limo. “We’ve got movement!” Y/n shouted into the walkie talkie. “If we’re going to arrest them, it’s gotta be now! We won’t get Isley, and she’ll probably break Quinn out of prison, but at least we’ll get Cobblepot.” 

“You’re just soft for your crime moms,” Jason exhaled sharply. 

Dick’s voice was hardly understandable through the radio, but Y/n and Jason watched from the window as Dick and his team surrounded Quinn and Cobblepot and his men. “I feel like we should help,” Jason mumbled.

“Do you have a zipline?” Y/n asked out of the blue.

“No… why?” Jason seemed hesitant to answer, concerned about the answer. 

“Dang it,” Y/n shook her head. “It would’ve been easy for us to join the fight if we could just zipline down there. It’d look so cool, too!” She mimed shooting down a zipline and fighting all the bad guys off. Jason chuckled. 

Dick eventually managed to apprehend Cobblepot and Quinn, the latter who threw a wink right to the window where Y/n and Jason sat. Y/n gasped and threw open the window, sticking her head out. “Hi!” she shouted down to the apprehended criminals. “Oh my gosh, you’re Harley Quinn! I’m a huge fan!”

“Hey!” Harley Quinn waved back before Dick handcuffed her. “Aren’t you just a sweetie pie?! Were you the one spying on us since Tuesday?” Her thick Brooklyn accent shouted up to the detectives.

“Yeah! That was me!” Y/n grinned. “I love you and your wife! Can you adopt me?”

“Oh, honey, we would love to!” Harley called. “But unfortunately, I may be going to jail.” She pouted sadly and then grinned hopefully. “Think you can do anything about that, sugar?”

Y/n frowned and said, “unfortunately, no I can’t, adopted mom. But, I can promise to turn the other cheek when my other adopted mom breaks you out.”

“Deal!” Harley winked again and said, “send me the adoption papers and I’ll sign anything.”

“I love you!” Y/n shouted as Dick shoved Quinn into the back of his police car, rolling his eyes. 

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Jason joined Y/n leaning on the windowsill, gazing over at her. 

“Nope.”

[starberry-cupcake]

I had time to read just one chapter but I wanted to make a recap anyway because the next chapter is like 360000 pages long (I may be exaggerating slightly) and I'm not sure if tomorrow I'll be able to update, so we're doing just gideon tonight (I have a feeling she'd love that wording)

previously, in harrowcita del 9:

this happened

CHAPTER 48

gideon tells harrow that she should have probably killed off mercygirl but she wasn't "thinking straight"

when has she, though

she decided to keep going further into the emperor's infested bolthole

she finds a lot of corpses of bees that have been killed already

and thinks harrowcita would have appreciated how bad and nasty everything looked

then follows the corpses and the scent of despair and murder and finds yandere twin at the end of it, standing like a pulp fiction killer

gonna illustrate with a susan denberg movie poster I find appropriate

yandere twin gets emotional and goes "harry, you're—"

to which gideon answers with "Alive, bitch"

gideon says that she "had long since ascended to the rank of double douchbag" which I consider another memorable instance of chad catching strays

and gideon has some Issues to Resolve with yandere twin

and by resolve, I mean fix them with Violence

she starts getting upset at all the things yandere twin did to harrow, which include "faked to your fucking face like she couldn't see a corpse that was obviously there"

I SAID I THOUGHT SHE WAS GASLIGHTING HARROW

gideon is very determined to fix all of this diplomatically

by beating the crap out of her

they start a banter that will be an incredibly entertaining thing to witness for the next pages

I can't make it justice in a recap tbh

I was just basically like

gideon will, in a very persistent way, throughout the conversation, tell yandere twin that harrow will never love her

yandere twin wants to give gideon funny nicknames, like who would do that, that's so disrespectful, I can't even fathom doing that at all

not to gideon, anyway

yandere twin says that mercygirl disappeared, augustine dropped out and gideon the first is trying to handle the stuff on his own, kinda?

she's surprised by the fact that mercygirl tried to kill harrow

"why did you ascend to be a lyctor?" "ultimate power—and posters of my face" "Fair"

they find augustine being useless in a hallway and, when he sees gideon's eyes, he panics and bolts out of there

these lyctors are all a joke istg each and every one of them

except for, I think it was cassiopeia, who had the ceramics collection, she's fine

well no, I don't condone planet murder for ceramics, but she gets a bit more points than the rest for them

there's a lot of talk about buttholes between gideon and yandere twin and I'm not above that, since I've been making bolthole jokes this whole time

gideon is living for the nudes in yandere twin's room

nobody is surprised about that

but there's no time to think about the nudes or buttholes anymore when yandere twin pulls out a harrow letter for gideon

gideon is going through it even before opening it, as are we

she finds her glasses and a note that says

"one flesh, one end"

"Fuck one flesh, one end, harrow" "Because all I ever wanted you to do was eat me. Which is, coincidentally, what your mother said to me last night"

always so poetic, ortus can't even get close to this level

gideon keeps telling yandere twin that she has no chance with harrow

"I hated those eyes in her face; I kept expecting to smell hair gel."

chad catching strays at every turn, I live

gideon explains about harrow being in love with ice cube barbie

"I know the signs of Nonagesimitis"

and yandere twin goes "All that fuss about the Saint of Duty. What a little hypocrite"

which I guess is because of the whole gideon the first and not!dulcinea thing? but that's like totally different form whatever this is???

there are layers to the corpse and lyctor relationships, you guys

it's a very wide spectrum

gideon says that her connection to harrow has to do with her being her cav which...ok, gideon

"Nonagesimus, you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. At least I'd had your full attention"

gideon rn:

yandere twin isn't deterred by all of this information and thinks harrow and her have an eternity to bond because they're lyctors

as if they weren't doomed right now but ok girl, go for your dreams, I guess

gideon threatens yandere twin not to be nasty with harrow and to get away from her with her nasty necro ways

yandere twin goes "What can I say, I love a little gall on gall"

which absolutely wins gideon over for a sec

"Reverse everything I just told you. Let's get married"

I knew the horny puns would help them bond

it's the little things sometimes that bring us all together

yandere twin says chad used to say she would "go to hell and get fucked" and you know what, fuck that guy

this is why he's still catching strays on a regular basis 9 months later

yandere twin wants to take gideon to see dr reverend emperor john

gideon goes "No, thanks. I'm good"

that's what I would have said, I approve

but she has no choice, because harrowcita is still gone and whatever's going on is ??????

so, out she goes to follow yandere twin to see this asshat

who maybe will, at the very least, give us a little more info on gideon's demigod status

fingers crossed

hope he dies

And that's it for this update!!! It's a short one but we're moving forward!!!

[skydaemon]

Rating the mommy issues of TLT characters in alphabetical order

contains spoilers technically

Abigail: can't have kids but clearly maternal as fuck. call her mother. 2/10

Aiglamene: she has inverse mommy issues - daughter issues. -10/10

Augustine: full offense but he has freudian vibes. fuck-hate relationship w mercymorn who is has the energy of a neglectful mother. 7/10

Camilla: clearly raised by incredibly competent parents - unclear if she had a mother. Even if she did her real issues are codependency with Palamedes. 0/10

Corona: unconfirmed but a girl like that did NOT experience maternal affection growing up. 5/10

Crux: yknow what. nobody whose mother held them enough is Like That. 10/10

Dulcinea: idk if she had a mother, but i get 'raised by gay dad(s)' vibes from her. possibly the best adjusted character of all 0/10

G1deon: man is obsessed with doing what God wants EXCEPT when it's not to fuck a terrorist. four parts people pleaser one part horny 5/10

Gideon: mum only birthed her to blow her up, died, then used her afterlife to terrorise Gideon’s not-quite-girlfriend; gave her a desperate desire for external validation and attention, especially from evil cougars. 11/10

Harrow: mum committed genocide to conceive her, never smiled at her, attempted to murder-suicide her. 12/10

Ianthe: unclear. daddy issues but no mention of mother afaik - might not even have one. no indication of mommy issues in her romantic life bc she didn’t attempt to fuck mercymorn. HOWEVER she’s such a freak she can’t possibly have had a positive female role model. 3/10

Isaac: born in a vat but had abigail as a maternal figure so 5/10

Jeannemary: same as isaac but she's definitely sapphic so bump that to 6/10

John: literally reformed the Earth in the image of his mum’s old Hollywood hair Barbie. Also, look at him. 100/10

Judith: 9/10 no questions

Magnus: so chill but also he has the vibes of someone into mommydom shit. he's sucked abigail's tits for SURE 3/10

Marta: idk i think she has 'estranged from family' vibes. 4/10

Mercymorn: her mother might have been good but she can't remember her, so 5/10

Naberius: he kissed his mother on the mouth DAILY and you know it. 10/10

Ortus: mostly daddy issues but you saw his mother. 8/10

Palamedes: I haven’t read Doctor Sex but I have his mommy issues on good authority. I hate to say it but camilla is his mommy. 6/10

Pyrrha: unknown. Loves a milf but then who doesn’t. 1/10

Wake: giver of mommy issues. she's the mommy that's the issue. unrateable

[ETA: @everyone making fun of me for saying he sucks tits like it's something special im SORRY i didn't say magnus sits on abigails lap and pretends to breastfeed but i thought it would be GROSS i guess i forgot what this fandom is. ily all be home for dinner]

[ripplestitchskein]

I don’t know if we’ll ever get into it, because the show at this point largely plays it off as a joke, but I do wonder if Blitz’s very misogynist language and his association with feelings as being “gay”or for “pussies” will be explored more as part of this. It’s really hard to tell at this point if it’s an issue to be examined in the narrative’s eyes or just Brandon’s particular brand of humor coming into play with no deeper character considerations beyond the superficial “he uses insults and abrasive language to keep people at arms length”.

I mentioned it in one of my episode breakdowns but Blitz’s interactions with women are very interesting. Whore. Slut. Titty Haver. He is exceedingly more aggressive with women he meets than he is with men. Yet Blitz seems to have very much loved, and from the little we’ve seen, had a good relationship with his mother. He seems to get along well with Millie, he takes good care of Loona. Barbie is the only character he hurt he actively pursues to reconcile with. Yet all his interactions with other women he is a lot more hostile and aggressive than in his interactions with other men and that’s present from Murder Family on.

Most of his disguises are him dressing in drag though? If he has to put a costume on he generally defaults to female presenting. He seems to enjoy it as well, based on expressions and animated body language he is comfortable and having a good time. Again, hard to tell if it’s just a bit, but Blitz has been shown as pretty gender non conforming many times for a guy who mostly uses gendered insults. Some of it could be as simple as hiding horns and tail being made slightly easier by a wig and a dress, it could be just the way the writer’s humor trends but it could be a lot more.

Especially when paired with his clear association with feelings = gay. A crux of his post Full Moon communication attempts with Stolas seem to be “Haha, silly feelings, that’s gay, let’s…have gay sex about it again?”. Feelings are for pussies. What you said is gayer than love ballads. Etc. etc. The dude has no issue filling a house party with his conquests from across the gender spectrum though.

It just reads as coming from somewhere else. Cash specifically. Blitz himself seems to default to queerness. He doesn’t seem to care about it from the perspective of his own sexual relationships or gender expression but at the same time he is very misogynistic and associates things that make him feel weak or could be perceived as weak with gayness or women.

We have some scenes from the trailer that could potentially explore his more. His scene with his mom possibly coming out about his feelings for Fizz versus Cash refusing to let him see him at the hospital. Those may just be more “your romantic reveal led to a horrible tragedy” but it could also hopefully give some insight into why he handles the Full Moon fight like a 90’s middle schooler declaring anything that makes him feel squishy inside with a “That’s gay.”

[diminuel]

Okay am I going crazy? I thought mini-Mingo had heterochromia??? But now I can't find it. Was that a thing?

No, she's just got light pink eyes. I drew Doflamingo with heterochromia though! Also in girl form, so maybe that got mixed up?

Uncanny picture of Doffy without glasses // murder barbie without glasses

I also keep changing what eye is which colour apparently X'D

What eye colour do you think Doffy has? I've seen fanart/ read fic where he's only got one eye/ is blind in one eye/ there's a scar etc.

Let me know your headcanons for future uncanny pictures of Doffy without glasses!

[cerebralisis]

Has Taylor been drawing connections to Barbie’s journey from Barbieland into the real world?

I rewatched Barbie a few days ago after streaming the Amsterdam N3 show and found some interesting parallels, particularly the scene where Barbie and Ken go through the transportation sequence.

Like Barbie and Ken, Taylor and Travis started their journey by setting off in the getaway car (a rather loud hint at how this whole thing is gonna end). Since then, Taylor has played Getaway Car twice - once in Melbourne mashed up with August and The Other Side of the Door, and again in Edinburgh mashed up with The Bolter - three more songs that reference cars.

Next, Barbie and Ken ride in the boat. I’m sure by now that most of us have seen the Taylor-Travis pap-walk on their way to a boat ride - with the chessboard sweater and the not-so-subtle AO3 shot in the background making everyone question if this is just a fanfic. Taylor also played the “murder mashup” which includes a song referencing a boating license and another song used in a movie where they boat through the marshes of North Carolina.

From the boat, Barbie and Ken move onto the rocket ship. This is substantially more challenging for them to recreate, but I did notice that there were a hefty amount of spaceship/rocket references throughout June. Most notably: a new merch drop featuring the Down Bad spaceship and lyrics; a TikTok from Ice Spice where she’s reading the WSJ issue featuring Karlie Kloss as a “Rocket Woman” that’s “suiting up at Spacex;” Kam yelling out “bolt ya rocket” during WANEGBT; and a timely insta post from Travis promoting the Accelerator Rocket Pop energy drink (while wearing a Ken wig?)

After that, Barbie and Ken ride bikes through a scene set with windmills in the background, which heavily implies the Netherlands. This is what caught my attention because - while Taylor was in the Netherlands for Amsterdam N3 - she sang imgonnagetyouback, which of course has the line about smashing up your bike. She then sits down at the piano and says “I mentioned bikes, and man do you love bikes in Amsterdam! You just see a bike rack with 3,000 bikes on it.” Then, Travis was papped riding a bike out in Amsterdam. All of this happened only a week after Travis told us on his podcast that he suggested riding out on stage on one of the Blank Space bikes (before Taylor came up with the idea to make him a circus handler instead).

Next in the sequence are a camper, snowmobile, and rollerblades, so we will have to keep an eye out and see if there are any related hints.

It wouldn’t be the first Barbie reference that Taylor has made. In addition to all her Ken lyrics, I’m convinced that Peter references the Barbie movie with the line: “I hoped you’d return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’ve learned.” To me this feels a lot like Barbie choosing the Birkenstock over the high heel so she can go to the real world and learn the secrets of the universe. Especially when contrasted with “in stilettos for miles” when Taylor is lamenting her misery during I Can Do It With a Broken Heart, as if she’s stuck in Barbieland.

What do you think? Am I just cherry-picking or does the transportation sequence seem like an intentional countdown? Given the themes of the Barbie movie, the connections are hard to miss.