#like how do you go about life when the one person that showed you how much good there is in it got so royally fucked over?
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I keep thinking about all of the disabled activists and people before me who stranded themselves on the 4th floor of buildings for weeks and crawled up stairs and fought with airline staff and schools and doctors and refused to stop existing in the face of injustice and bigotry no matter how big and scary and hopeless it seemed. Every time I get angry and scared the protests that lead to the creation of the ADA pop up again and remind me that disabled people are so much fucking stronger than anyone has ever given us credit for, and I can't help but be proud of that. And I know not all disabled people feel like we should take pride in our disabilities and have flags or whatever, but I think not just living, but thriving, in spite of a world that wants us dead and gone, in the face of both illness and persecution, and how we've not only bought ourselves forward, but uplifted the disabled people around us, secured more equal futures for everyone who will come after, and truly changed the way so many abled people have seen us for the better is something to be damn fucking proud of.
We have always been here and we always will be, there will never be a world without disabled people because being disabled is not bad, it's a natural part of the human experience and yeah it sucks some times but even when it sucks we have fought to build beautiful, unique, happy lives with people, both like us and not, and that should be celebrated.
The first sign of human civilization is the healed femur. The body of the profoundly disabled person who would have needed help to even just eat being carefully laid to rest after decades of a full, happy life. The medicinal plants showing even before we were entirely human we were doing what we could to not just survive, but alleviate suffering while we're at it. Above everything, evolution selected not the baby who can walk and eat and be quiet, but the one that can ask for help.
Disabled people are not just angry cockroach motherfuckers who refuse to die, we are proof of humanity's HUMANITY. Proof that natural selection selected a species that takes care of each other. From healed femurs and medicinal plants to vaccines and IVs and insulin to now, we are driven to help one another, we are at our strongest when we don't leave our most vulnerable behind. And I am living proof of that. My mother is living proof of that. Every disabled and chronically and/or mentally ill person I know is living proof of that.
And I don't know about the rest of you, but will carry that shred of humanity's true nature inside me like it's my fucking soul. I am scared and angry and hurt, but I have a lifetime's experience being scared and angry, and I can shake off the kind of pain that would make Atlas crumble to dust like it's nothing but a stiff fucking breeze. Disabled people have always been here, turning fear and anger and pain into joy and beauty and connection, and I'm not going to let everyone who came before me down. I'm not going to give up. Not now, not ever.
It's okay if you're disabled and you've hit your limit, you're too scared and tired and hurt, I won't blame you. But I won't abandon you, either. I might not be able to right all of the wrongs in the world, but I'll be strong, I'll carry all of you with me, I will not give up.
As I've said before, society hates a cripple who won't die, so we must spite them and live anyway.
Please, live anyway. I know if anyone can, it's us.
#there that's my thesis about all this hope it helps#abled people can reblog this btw#pls support the disabled people in your lives they need you#us politics#us election#just for the blacklist#current events#cripple punk#cpunk#disabled#disability justice#disabled liberation
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Hold You Tight: Part 12
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 11 | Series Masterlist | Part 13
Chapter Word Count: Over 4.7k
Chapter Summary: Bucky gets under your skin when he takes you shopping.
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, dirty talk, mild dubcon (kissing, touching), tension, unease, possessiveness, inner turmoil, gaslighting, manipulation, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight and hope you enjoy! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You werenât sure how much time passed with Buckyâs head resting in your lap, your fingers absentmindedly moving through his hair. While his body relaxed, you remained rigid. You tried to think of positive things. Your upcoming trip to the winery, Addisonâs wedding. The images in your mind darkened though as if a cloud loomed over them. In a way, it did because you didnât know what Bucky had planned for those events. Because even if Bucky really let you go to the winery alone, someone would be watching.
You forced the cloud in your mind to lift. Things could still be positive. You could still have a good day and have the best time with your friends.
âIâm sorry, but I have to get back to work,â you whispered.
âOf course,â he whispered back, pressing a kiss to your thigh and lifting his head with a smile. The darkness had left his eyes. How long until it returned? âThank you for calming me down.â
âOf course,â you echoed because what else could you do?
Brushing his pants off once he got to his feet, he helped you up and didnât let go of your hand. You didnât attempt to pull away. He made sure to grab the money you left on the table before he paid the server and you tried to give the poor guy a smile when you thanked him. You just wanted to get on with your day.
As Bucky led you out of the cafe and back to the shop, you caught Rayâs gaze as he stood by the car and waited for his boss. Whatever concern he showed for you faded when he blinked. How did he deal with this life? Would he ever walk away from it?
âIâll pick you up after work then?â Bucky asked.
âSure,â you said. You didnât tell him when your shift ended, but he knew, didnât he? âThanks for lunch.â
âIt was my pleasure, but one more thing.â Bucky stopped you before you could enter the shop. âThis regular customer you mentioned earlier. How often does he stop in?â
He asked as if he had no idea and maybe he didnât in this case. That assumption didnât ease your worries. âOnce a month,â you said, your stomach turning slightly. âListen, the roses he tried to give to me, I gave them to him first. They were his usual order and I thought it would be nice gesture and I was just-â
His brows pinched a little as his hands gently framed your cheeks. âKotyonok, why do you sound so upset?â He asked, his thumbs moving in a soothing motion as you took a deep breath. âWait, are you scared that Iâd be mad at you?â
âI⌠I donât know,â you said. You didnât necessarily think heâd be upset with you, but after his mood swings at lunch and everything else so far you weren't sure what to expect. âI just don't know.â
âNo, no, no, Iâm not mad at you. Why would I be mad that you were kind to another person? Thatâs one of the things I love about you. It drew me to you,â he assured you. You oddly felt better by his assurance. âI donât want you to stop doing kind things for others because youâre worried it might upset me.â
âSo, it doesnât upset you?â
âYou being you would never upset me,â he smiled. He had said more than once that he loved you as a person, so maybe he was telling the truth. âA man trying to give flowers to you while going through a break-up is, at the very least, a little strange.â
âYeah, I guess so,â you said, not wanting to admit that he had a point and that you were slightly put off when Clark tried to give the roses to you.
âIâm also well aware that you donât hit on any guy who comes into your shop, so I wouldnât view any act of kindness to a customer as trying to get their attention.â
âThatâs true,â you agreed. Even Ray had pointed out to you that you didnât give guys in the shop the time of day. Why would you when most of them were buying flowers for someone else? âBut I just wanted you to know.â
âI appreciate you telling me, but you have nothing to worry about. Just have a good rest of the day.â With a kiss to the corner of your mouth, he whispered, âIâll be thinking of you until I see you again.â
You werenât sure why your heart fluttered. Relief that Bucky reacted calmly to what you said? You didnât dwell on it as he held the door open and smiled after you as you went back into the shop. It was time to concentrate on work again.
Mrs. Crandle smiled and waved to Bucky through the door. âOh, he is a looker,â she winked. âHow was lunch, dear?â
âThe food was good and Bucky and I got to talk a bit, which was⌠nice,â you answered, glancing around the shop and wondering if the place was bugged, too. Could he get access to the shop? Letting you continue to work seemed too good to be true, but heâd have nothing to worry about if he had eyes and ears there, too. âHeâs taking me shopping tonight.â
She clapped her hands. âOh, thatâs wonderful! And donât you dare be modest. Let him spoil you.â
âI have a feeling heâll spoil me even if I don't ask him to,â you said.
Your whole experience with Bucky was whether you wanted it or not, so why would he stop now?
As expected, Bucky arrived back at the shop a few hours later to pick you up. Instead of giving him the chance to go inside and speak to Mrs. Crandle again, you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door to greet him. He caught you easily when you nearly collided with him, and for the first time, you felt like you were intruding in his space instead of the other way around.
âEager to see me?â He smiled, his voice teasing as he kept a hand on your shoulder and helped you into the vehicle when you didnât immediately answer. âHow was the rest of your shift? I hope no one else bothered you.â
Just you.
âIt was uneventful. I got a lot done,â you replied, feeling a warmth spread through you from the normalcy of your afternoon. âAnd no one bothered me.â Your gaze flickered to him and he was hanging onto your every word. He also looked much more relaxed, like the moodiness at lunch never happened. âHow about you? How was your day?â
âAlso uneventful. A couple of boring calls. Kept thinking about you though and it got me through the day,â he said, slipping an arm around you as the car door closed. The way you two were speaking to each other sounded almost normal. Checking in on each other, seeing how the other was doing. âSteve asked about that double date.â
âIâm sure heâs excited for that,â you said, wondering if that poor coat check girl had any idea.
âWe both are. You can find a dress for that, too,â he smiled fondly. âIn fact, what would you think of me getting you a new wardrobe when you move in? Your style, your choice on everything. You name it.â
You raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty washing over you. ���Is there something wrong with my current wardrobe?â You hadnât done anything to deserve a whole new set of clothes and you hoped he wasnât suggesting it to mold you more to his liking.
âNothing wrong with it at all. You have great taste and I just want to spoil you,â he said, running a finger down your side. This was the man who let you go into his exclusive club wearing a dressed down outfit simply because it was you, so heâd probably let you get away with any sort of wardrobe you wanted. âDo you know how ravishing you look right now?â
âIâm not ravishing. Iâm in my work clothes,â you muttered.
âYou are ravishing,â he said, moving his finger back up as you shivered. âWe should get some stargazer lilies for your first night in our home. I could strip you down, lay you out on our bed, and brush one of the petals along your skin.â
You inhaled sharply and closed your eyes, trying not to picture him spreading you out on a luxurious bed. He would say something like that when he was right in your space and you had nowhere to go. The man went from zero to sixty in seconds. No doubt he could feel you tremble and knew your heart was racing.
âBet itâll feel soft against your nipples,â he whispered, exhaling against your ear. âAnd your pussy.â
Your next breath was shallow, but you managed not to whimper. âWhere are we going shopping?â You asked evenly, hoping to get to the destination sooner rather than later.
You stubbornly kept your eyes shut when he chuckled. âYouâre changing the topic because youâre thinking about it, arenât you? Worried youâll get your panties soaked before we get to the shop?â He questioned, your heart thudding. You didnât want to think about it at all. You wanted out of the car so you could properly breathe again. âIâm sorry. Iâm not playing nice, am I? Weâre going to one of your favorite stores and you can pick out whatever you want.â
Youâd no doubt look at the price tags out of habit since you shopped on a budget and bought your nicer pieces on sale. âDo you ever really play nice?â You asked, opening your eyes. âOne moment youâre being vulnerable and talking about your family and the next time I see you youâre talking about sleeping with me. Iâm shocked the whiplash hasnât scrambled my brain.â
The image of him destroying the utensil at lunch like it was nothing flashed in your mind for some reason. And him and his gang beating up John. Just how strong was he? Was he a killer?
âSometimes weâll talk about something tough or serious and the next it may be something more fun or intimate. Thatâs part of being in a relationship,â he said. If only it were an authentic relationship. âI want that with you, telling you whatâs on my mind and how I feel.â
If he cared about what was on your mind or how you felt, heâd back off and let you have a bit of space. âRelationships are built on mutual respect and trust,â you said. Did he not see that the mutual respect wasn't there since he pushed for things to be his way? And trust was something he couldn't force no matter how powerful he was.
âI understand that. You also said a first date was getting to know each other and seeing if there's a mutual connection. I'm opening up to you, letting you get to know me. Iâm getting to know you, too, beyond the things I knew in advance,â he said. What was he learning about you that he didnât already know? âAnd you can't tell me you don't feel something for me.â
âDo you want me to tell you what you want to hear, Bucky? That I want you and want to be with you?â You asked. Even if you did develop feelings for him, it would have to be classified as some form of stockholm syndrome. And even then, strong feelings wouldnât be enough. He wanted everything from you. âThat I donât want anyone else?â
The hand along your side crept up to your neck, tension heightening when he gently squeezed. He loved putting his hand around your throat. âYou do want me, you do want to be with me, youâll never want anyone else once I have you and I know you love how much I want you,â he spoke with confidence, like he could make the words come true as you took your next breath. âShould I check your panties before we go inside and feel how wet they are?â
You needed to distract him. Fight him. Do something. âWhatâs your love language?â You blurted out. âPhysical Touch?â
âWhat?â He whispered, your heart still pounding when he slowly moved his hand away from your throat.
âYour love language. You constantly touch me when Iâm close to you, so I guessed Physical Touch,â you explained. He always had a hand on you.
He sat back with a pensive look. âNo one has ever asked me that.â
âOh,â you said as the car rolled to a stop. You blindly reached for the door handle. âWell, itâs something to think about if you donât know.â
He held your arm when you tried to get out. âYou express yourself through Acts of Service with loving gestures and helping with tasks, but what you crave is Quality Time because you value meaningful interactions and connecting with people on a more personal level.â
You nodded slowly. It was why you loved hanging out with your girlfriends. You cherished making memories with them.
âYou also appreciate Words of Affirmation, even if compliments make you feel uncertain because you sometimes feel overlooked. The combination of those languages makes you feel seen and heard,â he continued, giving you a tender smile. âI can hear and see you if you let me.â
You found yourself unable to speak as he gauged your reaction, your throat tight as if gripped by an unseen force. He nailed it right on the head about your love languages, didn't he? âI need air,â you whispered, letting yourself out of the car once he let you go.
The tightness in your throat moved to your heart. Bucky saw and heard you in his own way, didn't he? Not just as a passing thought but because he genuinely believed he loved you, deeply and wholeheartedly. The more he sank his fangs in, the more venom he injected. You had to be your own antidote.
With a shake of your head, you glanced up at the shop. True to his word, it was one you loved. Another piece of yourself that would now be tied to him.
You jumped when Bucky appeared beside you and took your arm. âYou okay?â He asked, studying your face with gentle eyes.
âJust fine,â you replied, smiling for his sake. âLet's go shopping.â
You walked into the boutique together, the air filled with a subtle mix of lavender and something sweet that made you feel right at home. The space was a blend of trendy and rustic, exuding charm and intimacy. Clothes lined the wooden shelves and vintage racks, showcasing a variety of styles that ranged from casual to bold. Delicate accessories sparkled in the soft light, inviting you to explore.
You could easily find the perfect dress for the winery here.
âHello! Welcome to⌠Oh! Mr. Barnes,â the associate smiled, her heels clicking on the floor. She was a picture perfect example of style and beauty. âI have the back dressing room set up and Iâll be sure no one disturbs you or your girlfriend. It was sundresses you requested, correct?â
Bucky looked proud of himself. âYes, the perfect sundress for my girl,â he smiled, his blue eyes sparkling as he looked at you. âAnd whatever dress you choose, youâll need jewelry. Oh, and a clutch.â
âGirlfriend?â You asked. He must not have wanted a repeat of how the hostess treated the two of you at lunch. âWait, you already have dresses selected for me to try on?â
âHe called and gave us all the details. And weâll make sure you have everything you need,â the associate promised as Bucky nudged you ahead of him to follow her. Was anyone else in the shop? âWould either of you like a water?â
âNo thank you,â you said. You were never offered a water when you shopped there before, but you were never there with Bucky Barnes.
âJust let me know if you need anything at all,â she smiled, opening the dressing room door.
Bucky thanked her as he took a seat in one of the chairs across from the door, watching you expectantly. âIf you don't like any of them, we can go somewhere else.â
âIâm sure they're fine,â you said, going into the room and shutting the door before he could say anything else.
Quickly slipping off your shoes, pants, and top, you turned your attention to a small rack with a range of sundresses. Checking each tag as you pushed through them, none of them on sale, it wasn't a surprise that they were all your size. And all something you'd consider wearing. After flipping through the dresses twice, you decided to try on a sleeveless white dress with small rosebuds. It would be nice for a vineyard.
Before you could put the dress on, the door opened. âNeed any help?â Bucky asked as you spun around in your bra and underwear, his eyes slowly scanning your body before you had a chance to cover yourself.
âNo. IâŚâ you trailed off as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
He stared at you for what felt like an eternity before he breathed your name, want written all over his face. The dressing room felt small. Hot. You could hardly breathe as panic threatened to overwhelm you. And you couldn't do anything but step back as he stepped closer, a predator ready to capture his prey.
Your back hit the mirror when he brought a hand to your chin, your knees shaking as he leaned in. âYouâre right about one thing,â he said in a husky tone. âI do crave Physical Touch. Yours.â
He pressed his lips to yours, keeping you still and giving you no chance to turn your head away. It was a light, feathering sort of kiss before his tongue flicked out to trace your lips. He teased you until you opened up for him and allowed his tongue to sweep into your mouth. You couldn't think as he groaned and continued his claim. It was only a matter of time until he claimed you completely.
Bucky pulled away a little, his free hand moving down your torso in a possessive path. âFuck, you taste so sweet,â he rasped. You felt so small, your insides both frozen and melting from his touch. âJust wanna take you home and make you ride my face before I fuck you.â
You gasped when his knee moved between your legs, your hands flying up to hold his arms. He rocked his leg and you felt power in the motion, a promise of what was to come once he had you where he wanted you. âBucky,â you whispered. The next word out of your mouth was smothered by his lips, but he didn't increase the urgency in his kisses. He took his time. Like the world could be burning around you and heâd let the flames take over as long as he was kissing you.
You bit back a whimper when he rocked his knee harder, the friction sending heat to your core. Another roll of his body and you were certain you felt the outline of his cock. Bringing a hand to his chest, you lightly pushed. It was already going too far. To your surprise, he broke the kiss. His eyes were still hungry though. âYou said you want to hear me?â You asked breathlessly, your lip trembling when his thumb brushed it. âThen not here, please,â you whispered, praying he'd stop.
If he was going to have you, it wouldn't be in a dressing room.
âRight. Not for our first time.â He tipped his head back as he took a breath, no doubt trying to control himself. âJust one more kiss, Kotyonok. One more for me to dream about tonight,â he groaned, bringing his face back to yours for one more kiss with fervor. Just when you thought it would turn more ravenous, he shifted to something soft, tender. A feeling that had both of you shaking when it ended, but likely for different reasons.
You stayed upright when he stepped back and gave you space, but your legs still shook as he straightened up his clothes and looked you over once more. If he could devour you with a look... âThank you.â He actually listened to you and didn't push it any further.
He glanced down as he adjusted his pants and you tried to avoid looking at the tent he began to sport. Horror filled you when your gaze went lower to the wet spot by his knee. He hadn't gotten you off, but you both knew he sparked some arousal within you. âCanât wait âtil you really make a mess on my pants,â he smirked, walking out just as quietly as he entered the tiny room.
Fighting back tears once he shut the door, you touched your lips. Bucky finally kissed you. Your mouth still tingled. You still felt him there.
Glancing at the rack of dresses, you wished he really was a sweet boyfriend trying to spoil you just because he could. But he hadn't given you a chance to pick them out yourself. He spoke for you, like you were a doll. It was just another piece he put in place for his twisted puzzle of your relationship.
What was wrong with you?
You pulled your clothes back on and flung the door open so hard it almost hit the wall. Buckyâs smug look immediately changed to concern when you walked out holding a sundress. âThis one's fine,â you said in a flat tone.
âAre you sure?â He asked, sitting up more in his chair. âYou didn't try it on, did you?â
âItâs the one I want,â you said, calling for the associate before Bucky had a chance to argue. You gave her a stiff smile when she joined you and handed over the garment, feeling Buckyâs eyes on you. âWhatever jewelry and handbag you think will go with this, Iâll take it. I trust your judgment.â
âOh, this dress is lovely and we have the perfect accessories for this. Would you like to look at shoes as well? Or maybe something to go with any of the other dresses?â She asked, her eyes wide as you brushed past her. âMiss?â
âIâm sorry. I need to step outside,â you said, not wanting to be rude to her.
Bucky called after you, but you ignored him. You were furious with yourself. You let him kiss you and allowed some of his words to get under your skin. He didn't fuck you, but he still won, didn't he? And you were letting him. Just like with everything else.
You took two steps out of the shop before you felt a grip on your arm. âWoah. Slow down,â Bucky said, turning you to face him. âWhatâs wrong?â
Everything.
âIt doesn't matter, but if you really want to see and hear me, please, pay attention,â you said, yanking your arm away. âI want to go home.â
âWhy? Is it because that kiss meant something to you and you don't want to admit it?â He asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips. âIf you're embarrassed that it made you wet, don't be. I'm flattered. Besides, it got me hard.â
Heat filled your cheeks and you wanted to smack him. There was a fine line between the delusion he had in his head and the reality of the situation. The tightrope you were walking was close to snapping. âIâm not embarrassed. I can't breathe.â You stepped back, trying to give yourself space. Was Ray watching from the car? âEverything in my life recently has revolved around you or you being there. Say what you want about me being lonely, it doesn't give you an excuse to take over.â
Buckyâs smile slipped, like he was really seeing how bothered you were. âI told you I just want to love you. And you enjoy Quality Time.â
âQuality Time when we agree upon it. And love itself should be the thing to take my breath away, not you smothering me,â you gently stated.
âIâm not trying to smother you.â He shifted like he was the one uncomfortable, his gaze flicking to the ground. âI⌠I know you can't breathe,â he said, lifting a hand as if to reach out before he dropped it and took a deep breath. âThatâs why I'm leaving you alone tomorrow,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
âYou're what?â You asked in disbelief, catching the hint of vulnerability in his eyes as his shoulders dropped. He hadn't left you alone since he broke in. Why in the world would he stop now?
âI was going to bring it up when I dropped you off.â His hand worked its way through his hair. âIâve been thinking about it and talking and⌠Iâm smothering you. I know I am. Rearranging your schedule, making you meet my friends, and everything else. SoâŚâ He reached for you this time and took your hand. âIâm giving you a breather and Iâm not going to be around tomorrow. No surprise visits. No calls. Maybe a text, but nothing more.â
You blinked. âSo, we won't see each other tomorrow?â You tried not to get too excited. It was only a day, but between that and the girls day that was still something. You had to go the cautiously optimistic route again and take what you got.
But you also couldn't help but wonder why he was really giving you that space. Did Ray or someone say something to him? Was this another ploy to keep you in line?
âYou won't see me. God knows Iâll miss you, but it's just a day, right?â He squeezed your hand. âMaybe youâll miss me, too.â
âI appreciate you giving me that space,â you said sincerely. He needed that space, too, even if he didn't believe it. âAnd maybe I will.â
âWe won't have to miss each other much longer once we're together in the penthouse,â he said, his tone soft and your heart sinking. âWill you answer one thing: Did that kiss mean something to you?â
You didn't want to answer that. If you denied it, it would be a lie or heâd either see through it or snap. If you confirmed it, it would feed him more hope. You still had to examine your feelings because you were afraid and you couldn't think with him staring at you with those longing eyes.
âIt meant something,â you answered, not expanding on what exactly it meant when he exhaled. It wasn't smart to let him decipher it how he wished because he could use it against you later.
He took your breath away once more when he pulled you close and brushed his lips against yours. Just as quickly as he started, he stopped and brushed his nose against yours. Any passerby would think it was a sweet moment between a couple making up from an argument. âThank you,â he whispered, his thumb moving along the racing pulse in your wrist. âCome back inside, please? Pick out a few things for real and then Iâll take you home so you can relax.â
You remembered that the bugs were still in your apartment, which took some more of your enthusiasm away. But if Bucky was really going to leave you alone tomorrow, youâd have to appreciate the time to yourself. Maybe you could pack a bag and get out of the city even sooner than planned.
It wouldn't hurt to try, right? What was the worst that could happen? Making him freak out over your safety? That could be bad.
âOkay. A few things for real and then home,â you agreed.
âThatâs my girl.â He turned and paused at the door with a smile. âCan I at least help you try on the dress? Or you can model it for me and I'll tell you how beautiful you are.â
You smiled back a little. âDon't push your luck,â you said, missing the pair of blue eyes that watched you and Bucky go back into the shop.
So, a little bit of action. đ Will it be enough to tide Bucky over? Is he really going to leave you alone for a day? Who was watching you? Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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I want to talk about a kind of troubling reaction I've been seeing to both Apology Tour and Ghostfuckers among parts of the fandom. The person is usually a reaction youtuber but sometimes someone writing on tumblr or twitter. They say something along the lines of "oh, I'm glad Blitz is being forced to confront his crimes/traumas/pain. This is the only way he will finally heal."
That's not how healing works.
I know that reaction youtubers don't always have the most developed takes because they're . . . you know . . . reacting in the moment. But I think it's still worth talking about.
I'm going set aside the people who seem to believe that Blitz needs to be punished for his crimes, and address those who genuinely think that getting a tidal wave of his own trauma in his face is what he needs to heal.
There's an attitude in contemporary culture that traumas are something people need to confront. As in, put on a brave face and dive in like a big boy. I blame capitalism, rugged individualism, and all the pieces of media that tie up a character's arc neatly by having them confront their darkest fears and insecurities. It can put a nice bow on things, but it isn't really how healing from trauma works.
Apology Tour:
Blitz gets confronted by a shit ton of people who hate him, at least some of whom are his exes, who he feels he's personally damaged. The decor and party games are all about killing and torturing him. Verosika confronts him about how much he hurt her. Oh, and then he sees the love of his life, who he's just recently pushed away, making out with another guy- proof, in his eyes, that Stolas is happier without him. And this all reflects the underlying fears he already has about who he is as a person (shown to us by Truth Seekers).
So what was the takeaway? Blitz came to the conclusion that he doesn't always want to be like this (good, but like . . . worth this much pain?). He flops on his steering wheel (relatable). He stops trying to reach out to Stolas (uh oh . . . ). He spends A MONTH spiraling in his own misery and making a mess of all aspects of his life until he's dragged out of it by a caring friend.
The party doesn't empower Blitz to change. It knocks him down and fucking traumatizes him (seriously, images of Stolas from the party show up later in his trauma reel) too much for him to be able to do actually work toward said change. I suspect that if left to his own devices, he would have kept spiraling for quite a while longer. It's one thing to want to change, and another to try to do so alone in the aftermath of a pile-on.
Ghostfuckers
After Blitz drags himself out of his hole of cheesy ice cream and despair to "play sex ghosts" (escapism, again, still knocked down by Apology Tour), infester demon Rolando picks him out as an easy target and assaults him, yes, assaults, with horrific images of his worst traumas and fears.
Not to state the obvious, but Rolando isn't interested in helping Blitz heal. He's trying to kill the guy. He wants to engulf Blitz in his trauma to the extent where he's consumed by it and loses the will to fight back. And as some excellent posts by others have pointed out already, he very likely would have succumbed if not for Millie's support.
Millie helps Blitz get through the onslaught by telling him about what makes him great and how he's improved her life and showing him love and care. And by literally beating the fucking infester out of him. Because there's someone in him who's hurting him, who's re-traumatizing him against his will. She takes him away from the reel of horrible memories.
So . . . do I think that confronting traumas can play a role in healing? Sure. But only if it's consensually (which neither of these situations are) and when the person trying to heal is ready. And most likely in small doses. No one's going and successfully confronting every horrible thing that's ever happened to them in one go.
And in my humble opinion, it's not going to work (for anyone, but especially not for Blitz) alone and without a healthy dose of kindness and compassion (both external and internal).
Blitz has a long road ahead of him toward healing, and it's going to be hard work on his part but also require love and support from the people in his life.
In a wonderful moment near the end of Ghosfuckers, Blitz and Millie work together to get Blitz's wrecked van unstuck and push it back through the portal into Hell. I love it because it's so simple and it kind of tells us everything we need to know. This sweet and salty gremlin has a lot of work ahead of him, but he doesn't have to do it alone.
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Sweetheart Club
Professor! Leon x Fem! Reader
warnings: dirty talk, pet names, p in v, thigh fucking, semi public sex, age gap, mentions of exhibition, cheating (not on reader), angst with a happy ending
summary: âYou wanted to talk, professor?â he turns around and faces you, placing down the papers heâs holding on his desk and taking his glasses off. âYeah, mind explaining the absences?â
words: 2.2k
a/n: prof Leon is rotting my brain, this is a technically a part 2 for "A+" but no need to read the previous chapter to understand the plot of this one. Enjoy!
Youâve kept your promise to yourself.
Slipping away from the comfort of his broad arms and continuing on with your life like nothing happened. Like a couple of weeks ago your professor wasnât whispering sweet nothings into your ears while he stroked your hair; plotting a gentle kiss on your forehead as post sex sleepiness overtakes your senses.
You ignored his texts and calls, skipped his classes for weeks; all to keep those blue eyes donât lure you in like they did the first day you met. You focused on yourself, burying your head between assignments and tests; keeping any thoughts of him at bay.
Crazy how you used to live like this, now youâre making effort to make things go back to the way they were. Was life always this cold away from his embrace?
Wish you could say that you didnât miss him, him and his stupid jokes, and his stupid soft air, and his stupid mellow voice. The three crow feet that would appear on the corner of his eyes every time he smiled, and the mole on his neck burned into your memory.
 Wish that you could say that heâs no good for you. That heâs a horrible person that ruined you, that you feel like shit because he treated you as such, maybe if he was like that, youâd have an easier time moving on. But thatâs far from the truth.
He was softspoken and gentle, giving you his jacket when itâs cold, buying you gifts and holding you close till you fell asleep. How are you supposed to hate the hand that showed you nothing but love and affection?
Either way, it had to be done. Funny how a ring around his finger still left a bitter taste in your mouth no matter how sweet his presence in your life was. Maybe you shouldâve talked to him about itâtold him how it made you sick to your stomach, seeing him go back home to another woman after he had been worshipping the ground you walked on.
Well, arenât you technically the other woman? After all, the one he goes back to is his wife on paper, regardless if he loves her like a husband should or not. The guilt is staring to overshadow any of the blossoming feelings he planted in you.
Youâre not disgusting, not the kind of women that get off to the idea of stealing anotherâs man. Not the kind to go around parading your relationship like you won the lottery.
Thatâs not you.
If you knew better, you wouldâve never gotten involved in this. Wouldâve kept your legs closed and mouth shut. But you didnât. And now, your balls deep in a mess you willingly created. Â
Taking in a deep breath, you step into his class, mixing in with a group of students and sitting down in the far back. Whether you want to see him or not, you have to pass this class. Taking any more absences will affect your GPA, this course was hard even when he was personally tutoring you for his exams. Reading the notes that your friends took while theyâre half asleep are not doing you any good.
You see him, eyes fixated on his laptop waiting for more students to arrive. Your heart is already beating out of your chest and he hasnât even looked in your direction yet. You mentally scold yourself for yearning for him, feeling all the progress youâve made in hopes of moving on going down the drain.
Does he even want you back anymore? Your brows furrow at the possibility, what if you were just a pawn in his game, chewed you up and spat you out without even glancing behind. Yeah, you pushed him away. But with each passing day, you looked forward to see that missed call notification pop up on your phone.
 A few minutes later, he gets up and starts explaining, his eyes falling every now and then on the empty seat where youâd usually sit; completely unaware of your presence.
However, that was short lived when his eyes finally lock with yours. Your heart drops, anxiousness overtaking your senses as you try to not let it show. He keeps looking at you as he explains, his expression hard to read, unable to tell whatâs going through his mind before you look away.
Enchanting blue eyes snap back to you between pauses in his explanation, pools so deep you feel like youâre suffocating.
Coming here was a waste of time, your thoughts drowning out the voice around you. It looks like your GPA is going to drop whether you attend or not, might as well keep whatever is left of your dignity and stop showing up.
The sound of people packing their bags and leaving snaps you out of your thoughts.
 Biting the inside of your cheek, you begin packing your things as quickly as you can; wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. But as youâre about to get up, his voice calls your name. âPlease stay for a second, we need to talk.â
Shit.
How do you always find yourself in these situations? Heâs not even looking at you, eyes scanning through papers heâs holding as he waits for the class to empty.
Not a single bone in your body wants to talk, actually that is a lie. You do want to talk, just not about what he has in mind.
Maybe you can just sneak out the door? No, heâll probably just follow you and youâd end up embarrassing yourself. Pretend to have an emergency? He knows everything about you, that would never work on him.
What if you just jumped out the window? Heâd never expect that. But the both of you are going to hell, so youâll meet eventually. Fuck, there is no escaping this.
The room eventually empties, leaving only the two of you. Honestly, the sooner you get it over with the better. Just rip off the bandaid and tell him that it wonât work.
âNo Leon, we cannot fuck anymore. Youâre married, act like it.â See, plain and simple.
Getting up, you walk over to where he stands, feigning confidence like you werenât spiraling two minutes ago.
âYou wanted to talk, professor?â he turns around and faces you, placing down the papers heâs holding on his desk and taking his glasses off. âYeah, mind explaining the absences?â
Ok, weâre starting off professionally, interesting. âI was having some complications.â
âWith?â he immediately retorts, voice becoming more agitated closing his eyes in frustration. âI-â
âI send you texts, I call you, I send you a fucking email, and you donât respond.â Yeah, there it is. âYou skip my classes, and fall off the face of the earth for almost three weeks. Do you know how fucking worried I was?â
His voice softens at the last part, this is honestly the first time youâve seen him this pissed. He takes in a deep breath looking up at the ceiling, loosening his tense muscles. Stepping closer towards you, his large hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing the skin soothingly.
âSweetheart⌠why are you doing this to me?â God, that pet name rolls off his tongue so perfectly, your knees are about to collapse. You look up at him, noticing the worsening state of the dark circles beneath his eyes. âLeon, I- We canât keep doing this anymore.â
His gaze softens, hand stilling its movement. âDo what?â
âThis.â you gesture at the hand on your cheek. âLeon, youâre married. You have a wife, and youâre out here fucking your student.â
Your throat tightens as tears begin to brim on your lash line. The words you spit out feel like venom, inflicting pain on the two of you. âI donât know whatâs the situation with your wife, and every time I bring it up, you end up changing the subject like what weâre doing is normal.â
Warm tears drip down onto your cheeks, your voice shaky as you attempt to compose yourself. âI love you, so much. But I feel fucking horrible every time I remem-â
âWeâre getting a divorce.â
â...what?â
âIâve been considering getting one before I even met you. Meeting you showed me everything Iâm missing. My relationship with my wife⌠has been honestly nonexistent for years now, and I know that doesnât justify what weâre doing but-â
âI shouldâve done it sooner. Iâm sorry, baby.â
He smiles softly, his thumb wiping away the tears that cascaded down your face. âYou still mad at me?â
Relief rushes through your body, the heavy feeling of guilt slowly being lifted off your shoulders. Your head leans against the hand brushing through your hair; your smile mirroring his.
His face inches closer towards yours before finally connecting your lips together. Never realized how much youâve missed his lips, till you tasted them again. The kiss is sweet and slow, your hand reaching up and resting against this jaw, his rough stubble scratching against your soft hand.
Grabbing you by the hips, he pulls you closer till his chest is flush against yours as he mummers against your lips, âMissed you so much, sweetheart.â
You giggle, connecting your lips once more. This time, the kiss is deeper, his tongue brushing against yours. The hand on your hip guides you towards his desk, his mouth latching onto your neck, leaving kisses and bites across the sensitive skin.
âPlease, touch me.â Â You whine out, grabbing his forearm and leading his hand over to one of your breasts. Groaning, he sneaks his hand beneath your shirt, groping the soft tissue through your bra. Your fingers tangle through his thick hair, your other hand clutching his bicep.
âTurn around, and take these off.â He hisses in your ears, his finger hooking the waist band of your pants, letting go of the material and letting it snap against your skin. Doing as youâre told; your hand fumbles with the buttons before pulling them down enough to expose the wet patch on your underwear.
Cursing beneath his breath, his hand cups your mound, the digits rubbing against your swollen clit as his thumb teases your entrance. âSo fucking sexy.â
You bite your lip to stifle a moan, his hand moving to the fat of your ass, spreading you open for him. You hear his belt getting undone, and it doesnât take long before you feel the tip of his cock smearing precum over your thighs.
âClose these thighs for me, sweetheart.â Your head turns around slightly to look at him, a happy trail running down from beneath his white shirt, leading to a trimmed bush above his thick cock. Your eyes linger on it, tip shiny with precum and veins traveling up itâs length. âLeon, please.â
His fucks his dick between your thighs, the tip brushing against your warm clit causing you to move back into him. He lets out a moan, his head tipping back as his fluids coat your panties, making the material stick uncomfortable to your sobbing cunt.
Squeezing your thighs together to get more friction, a breathy moan escapes his lips as he holds your hips firmly. âYeah, yeah baby. Just like that.â
âLeon, I want your cock, please.â His hand sneaks below you, rubbing firm circles on your clit. âI know, I know. Just gotta make sure this little pussy is soaked when I stuff it full of my cock.â
Leaning in he kisses your jaw, his other hand cupping your breasts as he whispers into your ear. âYouâd let me play with you, yeah sweetheart?â Â
You nod eagerly, gipping the desk below you; shifting your attention the warm feeling blossoming between your thighs.
Deciding heâs had enough, he slips your soaking panties down, placing one of your knees on his desk. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. Leon centers his tip at the opening of your hot cunt, collecting more arousal before bullying himself into you.
You let out a yelp at the stretch, resulting in his hand clasping over your mouth as his hips begin to thrust into you. âGotta stay quiet, baby. Canât have anyone walk in and see you getting this pretty cunt stretched out like this, yeah?â
The idea causes hot arousal to shoot across your body, your walls pulsing around him. âFuck, youâd like that? Want someone to see you getting cockdrunk on my dick? See how well you take it?â
Your mind imagines every word heâs saying; simply thinking of how dirty the sight must be is enough to send you over the edge. You thrash around beneath him, pussy pulsing around his thick length earning a moan out of him.
He begins to chase his own high, hips slamming against yours, the grip he has on you is rough, enough to leave a bruise. Your body goes limp, hearing him whisper incoherent praise into your ear.
âSo good for me.â
âSo fucking tight.â
âPussy made for this cock.â
Moments later, he reaches his own release as hot ropes of cum coat your walls. You hum at the warm sensation, watching him pump into your spent cunt a few more times, before he eventually pulls out with a low hiss; cursing beneath his breath as he watches your mixed releases ooze out.
Before they drip any further, he grabs your underwear; pulling it up and leaving a soft kiss on your hip with a reassuring pat. He fixes himself up and helps you look as proper as possible. âI think I just missed my lecture, thanks to you.â
âForget about it, got three weeksâ worth of concepts to make up for.â He smiles, arm pulling you closer to him. âGotta make sure to pound those points in before finals.â
divider by: @d-oie
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1. Life-size Walmart skeleton named Jeffrey
2. I like how tall I am, I'm 5'9
3. Red
4. Video game glitches kind of freak me out
5. Yes
6. Yes
7. Playground
8. Human interaction
9. Sharing my interests, good morning good night texts
10. Not terribly often, from time to time
11. To not live in the south, and change how I look
12. Either German, or Afrikaan
13. Somewhere up north, colder just anywhere that isn't Texas
14. Hyper fixations on firearms and medieval combat
15. Last night
16. Like 2 years ago but I didn't use the account, joint back like a month or two ago
17. I don't know, I don't think so
18. One that stuck to me recently was a nightmare, not describing that
19. I have no idea, maybe something to do with coding
20. Just spending the day together, go somewhere go home
21. Two things, take care of myself better, communicate better
22. Canada
23. Online friends, and one very specific person >:3
24. Uhh no not really
25. Halloween
26. Forgetting basic information, getting complimented a lot
27. I was always the grim reaper
28. I'd like to think I'm good at writing
29. Yes
30. Yep got a brother
31. How I'm doing
32. Arrogant, or has cheated
33. CODING
34. 2
35. When I take showers
36. Yes, about boys, and other stuff
37. My room ig
38. Dad
39. Don't be like my ex
40. Hiiiiis (he knows who he is >;3)
41. "We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty"
42. Show people my writing, just not confident in it yet
43. Got with him
44. Not particularly no
45. Movie, just because I watch movies more than I read books
46. Fall
47. Early morning
48. I used to when I was a kid
49. Certain arguments
50. I can't really think of something (I haven't bought a lot of stuff)
51. Yes
52. Galaxy edge (more of a book series)
53. As of right now, my mom
54. People should be able to play games the way they want to
55. Titanfall 2 / rdr2
56. During a tornado around 3 years ago
57. Not really
58. Hell no, need to drink more
59. Well one, I know I'm gay now, and child me was a lot more ecstatic about stuff
60. Yes, I love it here
61. Not really
62. TF2, just can't get into it
63. Yes
64. By becoming a blushing pile of goop
65. Being themselves around me, compliments, and sharing their interests
66. Yes
67. YES
68. Yes
69. No
70. Uhhh, I don't really have one
71. "the night we met" by Lord Huron
72. Noooooo
73. No, not on purpose
74. Badly, lol
75. Yes, it's a nervous fidget for me
76. Nope
77. 4 dogs, 1 cat
78. Blue
79. how I look rn
80. Small one, to remove a rock from my ear when I was young lol
81. Angler fish
82. Explaining myself
83. Nope
84. Yes
85. Yep
86. 12th
87. Occasionally a steel ring from my brother
88. Discord Tumblr and Twitter
89. Uhh a 91.7
90. like 2 days straight
91. uh no
92. The ones that cause harm
93. HOODIE
94. Who doesn't?
95. It exists and it's natural, it's a normal thing
96. The corner of my bed that's as sharp as a spear
97. ? Uh no
98. I have it on 12-hour, but I need to relearn 24-hour from my coding class
99. Yep, hate it almost every time
100. Yes, I am very gay :3
(technically bi, but it's not an important distinction for me)
ask game
1. whats your favorite thing in your room?
2. how tall do you wish you were?
3. what color is your hair?
4. whats a rare fear that you have?
5. are you single?
6. has your heart ever been broken?
7. what was your favorite thing as a kid?
8. favorite coping mechanism?
9. whats your favorite love language?
10. how often do you get nervous?
11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?
12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?
13. where do you wish to live?
14. whatâs something surprising about you?
15. when did you last shower?
16. when did you first join tumblr?
17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?
18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?
19. whats your dream job?
20. whats your ideal date?
21. what do you wish you could do better?
22. what country would you live in if you could?
23. whos the best person you know?
24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have?
25. whats your favorite holiday?
26. when have you been most embarrassed?
27. whats your favorite halloween costume?
28. what are you best at?
29. do you know how to tie your shoes?
30. do you have siblings?
31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know?
32. whats a dealbreaker for you?
33. whats your favorite current class?
34. how many people have you dated?
35. how often do you wash your hair?
36. do you daydream? what about?
37. where do you go to be alone?
38. which parent do you like more?
39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to?
40. whos voice do you enjoy?
41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?
42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?
43. what do you wish you never did?
44. do you believe in life after death?
45. do you prefer book over movie?
46. whats your favorite season?
47. whats your favorite time of day
48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?
49. whens a time you wish you acted differently?
50. whatâs something you wish that you never bought?
51. do you have your own room?
52. whats your favorite book?
53. whoâs someone you hate?
54. whats your best hottake?
55. whats your favorite game?
56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear?
57. are you a morning person?
58. do you drink enough water?
59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?
60. do you enjoy tumblr?
61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app?
62. whats your least favorite game?
63. were you a markiplier fan?
64. how do you respond to compliments?
65. whats something that would make you fall in love?
66. do you believe in marriage?
67. do you have a crush on someone?
68. do you like tumblr?
69. were you a voltron stan?
70. whats your favorite ship?
71. whats your favorite song?
72. do you like loud crowds?
73. have you ever created conflict on purpose?
74. how do you sleep?
75. do you bite your lips?
76. do you use chapstick?
77. do you have any pets?
78. what color are your eyes?
79. whatâs something you wish you could change about yourself?
80. have you ever had surgery?
81. whats your least favorite animal?
82. whats something that youre really bad at?
83. do you have an sqishmellows?
84. do you enjoy fast food?
85. do you like soda?
86. what grade are you in?
87. do you wear any jewelry?
88. what socials do you use?
89. whats your lowest grade in school right now?
90. whats the latest youve stayed up till?
91. did you ever have bangs?
92. what trends did you hate?
93. whats your favorite item of clothing?
94. do you like dinosaurs?
95. whats your opinion on body hair?
96. whats your least favorite time?
97. do you make a wish at 11:11?
98. do you have your phone on military or regular?
99. have you ever been to church?
100. are you lgbtq?
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Hi! Just sending in this ask before I forget my idea, dont answer this until your asks are open again I just want to write this down before I forget!! Boten x single father! male reader, reader works at a restaurant and Boten comes in one night and Mikey takes a liking to him, his daughter sits in the staff room and draws/plays because sheâs too young to be home alone- đŚ anon
Title: cute waiter
Fandom: Tokyo revengers
Characters: bonten
Fic type: fluff
Pairings: Mikey x reader
Warnings: male reader, reader insert, single dad reader, fluff, nameless daughter, Mikey has that weird ass rizz as the kids say
Notes:
Summary: bonten goes to a small restaurant while in town for business and Mikey falls for the cute waiter.
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(Name) Could never thank his boss enough for letting (daughters name) stay in the office, the elderly woman finding the toddlers company pleasant while she worked on scheduling and order's.
"(Name), could you cover booth three? I have to talk to (boss name) about the schedule" (name) looked to his co-worker who managed the hardest puppy eyes he could "fine, but you owe me"
"Thank you!"
(Name) Never knew what to expect at the small restaurant, typically it was the locals in the small town but sometimes some rich people came in and even foreigners which was a gamble on how the experience would go.
Usually they were nice though.
"Hello! Could I get you gentlemen started with water or perhaps the chef's choice of wine?" (Name) Said happily to the group who sized him up, the man in the middle just staring him down with cold blackened eyes but (name) just continued smiling and even making eye contact with them.
Blissfully unaware of who they were or what their tattoos meant.
"We will start with the finest wine you have" the white haired man with snake like eyes said simply, his rings shining under the warm lights "of course! I will be back momentarily with your wine, gentlemen" and with that (name) turned and left, bonten not missing Mikey's curious look and the lock on to the waiters ass. They all exchanged glances while their boss just ate his snacks, flipping to the dessert menu to see they had the good stuff.
(Name) Returned moments later and filled their glasses, Mikey freezing when the waiter got close to him and the white haired man could smell the others cologne faintly and nearly shoved his face into the poor man's neck if it wasn't for his self control "so tell us about yourself, Mr waiter ~" ran was going to do his boss a favor, knowing Mikey had the romantic abilities of a snail. "Ah, what would you like to know?" (Name) Was so easy going, care free "you in school?" "You single?" "You know how to bake?"
(Name) Was a bit startled by the questions but didn't see the harm "I'm not, I graduated last year, I am single and I do know how to bake, yes" (name) laughed a bit at the questions "now, what can I get you gentlemen?" Changing the topic to get to business and not have these attractive men ask every detail of his life.
Of course they ordered the nicest things on the menu, it was going to be a pricy bill no doubt but (name) wasted no time getting their order before his coworker took over his table for his break and hang out with his tot. (Name) Brought in dinner for the two, free food from the restaurant and (daughters name) got cute rice balls shaped like hearts and for dessert she got taiyaki shaped like stars and filled with custard.
"Wow you drew this?" (Name) Cheered on his kid who beamed, the owner who became their grandmother of sorts always splurged on the good coloring supplies for the little girl and finding some cute toys for the office so she's never bored.
"Why don't we show the team, yeah?" (Name) Asked the little one who bounced a little, clearly happy at the idea "let's go!" Holding his little girls hand, the restaurant was nearly dead save for the group of eight who were furious that (name) was changed out for another person but Mikeys anger quickly melted when he saw the tiny version of (name) waddle towards the elderly owner who was rolling cutlery.
"My!" She cooed and lifted the little girl up "you're so talented!"
Mikey and (name) locked eyes, the waiter offering a sweet smile and Mikey's face dusted red, (name) didn't miss the stares and the blushes on the pale man, knowing damn well the awkward blond thought he was attractive "you enjoy your meal?" (Name) Asked him casually, the blond composing himself "yeah..." His words simply and short, never the one for small talk "that your kid?"
"Ah, yeah... She's too young to be alone and my boss practically helped raise me as a teen so she just hangs here"
Mikey nodded and looked over (name) who caught his stare "would you like to go out sometime?" (Name) Thought the blond was cute, even if he barely spoke and just stared ominously.
Mikey froze, usually it was him doing that "you don't know who we are, do you?"
"...models...?" (Name) Said confused, unsure of his answer and Mikey just stared back at the man "what? Used to people not recognizing you?"
"Something like that"
"Well I hope to get to know you better, I have to get my rugrat in for her nap but I'll be back soon yeah"
Mikey never felt so complacent, nodding and even letting (name) kiss his cheek gently before going to get his daughter.
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What do u think Deans main kinks would be?? Tbf though I feel like heâd be into pretty much everything đ heâs a slut and we love him for it
youâre so real, that man loves sex and we do love him for it!!!! i personally hc dean as a switch, so i think his kinks would probably be quite general and would depend on his partner, but heâs definitely up for trying new things! 18+
â praise.
that man is heavily neglected when it comes to compliments and gentle touches. his eyes would light up at every little âyou feel so goodâ or âgood boyâ. it doesnât even matter if heâs praising you or the one being praised, he just loves seeing you happy and hearing how good heâs making you feel. he definitely sees sex as a way to relax and have fun with you, so heâd be all about wanting to make you feel beautiful and desired through praise and compliments. he shows his love through physical touch and gentle words.
â manhandling.
now hear me out with this. dean wouldnât be big on being rough with you in the bedroom, considering how harsh the hunter life is. heâd want to be gentle with you, although he wouldnât be super opposed to some choking or a cheeky little spank here and there. however, heâd love it if you got a little rough with him, like shoving him against a wall or onto the bed, just taking what you want. heâd definitely love when you get a little confident and grab him by the jaw to make him look at you or tug on his hair as he goes down on you. he just likes you touching him, even if itâs in a rougher way, it gets him all giddy and excited.
â teasing.
we all know this man is a brat. dean loves making inappropriate jokes that make you squirm and shoot him disapproving looks in public or touching you in teasing little ways, just to get you riled up. seeing you get all whiny and needy in the bedroom would make him go crazy, though he wouldnât mind also being teased. in fact, heâd kinda love it. heâd love it if youâd walk around in tight little clothes, taunting him almost, or doing provocative little things just to mess with him. itâd be how you get him back. dean is definitely whining and begging if you tease him, âplease, baby. i canât take it anymore. need you so bad,â that kinda thing. heâd never tell you, but he loves it.
â roleplay.
dean would go crazy for a little roleplay with you. his favourite would definitely be cowboy x damsel in distress, although you playing naughty nurse would be a close second. initially, heâd be nervous about bringing up his lil fantasies with you. heâd wait until he knows youâre both comfortable enough with each other and your sex life. naturally, you wouldnât be able to wipe the dopey grin off his face as you walk in wearing whatever silly little thing he asked you to. heâd just love it.
â cockwarming.
dean definitely is making you cockwarm him as soon as he gets back to see you after a hunt or something. just sitting in the deancave with his cock up your cunt as you watch some cheesy horror movie, neither of you bothering to move, just completely happy with feeling him inside you. of course, it would eventually lead to him pounding in and out of you, but at least for a while itâd be sweet and innocent.
â sonmo. (both consenting with prior discussion abt it)
this might be another hear me out, but considering dean is a slut, heâs up for sex just about anytime he can get it. heâd be extremely hesitant to try anything with you when youâre half asleep or fully unconscious (he just doesnât wanna make you uncomfortable), but heâd be completely okay with waking up to his cock in your mouth or you using him while heâs half asleep to get yourself off late at night.
â mutual masturbation.
dean loves the idea of you touching yourself to the thought of him, so heâd definitely beg you to let him watch as you play with yourself. itâd start off slow, until his pants are so tight he has no choice but to let himself spring free and jerk himself off in front of you, while youâre busy trying to get off in front of him. heâd melt at that and the way you call his name when you cum. after that one time, deanâd beg you to let him watch again and again and again.
â edging.
this oneâs definitely more-so for himself. deanâs definitely jacking it in motel showers when heâs on hunts, just edging himself in there to the thought of you. heâd be so close every time, your name on his lips as he strokes himself, but heâd pause his movements right before cumming, just teasing himself for as long as he can take it.
â public sex.
deanâs no stranger to a quickie in the impala or even perhaps in the alleyway behind a dingy little dive bar. the thrill of getting caught would drive him absolutely wild. heâd be gripping your jaw, whispering in your ear telling you to keep quiet and be good. public sex would probably force out a more dominant side of dean. heâd wanna have fun with you, whilst also making sure heâs in control of the situation just in case you actually do get caught.
â toys.
iâm not sure if iâd consider this a kink, but iâll list it anyway. dean is definitely the kinda guy to see toys as an aid to better sex, instead of his competition. heâd love to see you writhing underneath him with a vibrator pressed against your pussy or perhaps even some handcuffs thrown into the mix (again, heâs not fussed on whoâs being cuffed). he loves the idea of you using toys on your own when heâs away on hunts. heâd definitely be begging you over text to send him videos of you using them.
â other.
none of these are really kinks, but i do wanna mention them.
i fully believe at some point in your relationship, dean would bring up the idea of making a sex tape with you. it would be exclusively for yours and his eyes only, and he would definitely watch it and get off to it during hunts when youâre not there.
i also think dean would be a little cheeky and steal your panties to take away with him on longer hunts. sure, calling you and receiving pictures and videos helps when heâs away, but nothing beats the physicality of holding your panties in his hands, wrapping them around his cock and cumming into them. maybe this is something he does without telling you, but youâd know when a pair would go missing and then return when dean does. it wouldnât take you long to figure out. and you wouldnât really mind.
i believe anything to do with him causing you pain or distress would be a hard no for dean. he loves you and wants to make you feel good during sex, not see you all marked up and sore because of him. he wants you to feel safe and comfortable. heâs definitely the kinda guy to check in with you constantly, âdoes that feel good, baby? you want me to keep going?â or âtell me what you wantâ.
your comfortability and pleasure is number one priority for dean. always.
A/N: ahhh such a fun request. these are my personal headcanons for dean. idk how popular these opinions are but i see that man as a LOVER if heâs in a relationship!! <3
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do you have any headcanon about mr puzzles dad/his and mr puzzles relationships?
BOY DO I!!!
Sit down let me take you on a sad sad journey about a sad sad man
Let me get this one right off the bat:
Puzzles is an only child of divorce
His parents took a shared custody when he was really young, leaving little Puzzles in a shaky unstable situation
The only good side to that is that he was able to go to amusement parks twice on his birthday
Hence, his love for amusement parks (practically his happiest memories)
It was a twice-a-year happening. Two whole days to have fun and ignore whatever the hell was happening with the adults!
Best of all it was all about him!! His birthday! His gifts! His big day! He loved seeing everyone in the park having fun just like him
But of course, when he told his dear old papa about his brilliant idea, he was shut down
That's when the problems began to brew a little more
His relationship with his father was always a strict one; Mr Dad was a strict man, straight to the point and harsh towards life
I imagine he was in some sort of white collar job, manager or administrator, some type of job that slowly kills your creativity and makes you a strict parent
So you can imagine the type of relationship a parent like that would have with his creatively-inclined son
I don't necessarily think he was a bad person, none of that physical abuse stuff. More like- raised his voice a lot, spoke in harsh tones and widely misunderstood his kid
Because of that, Puzzles began to dislike his father when he stayed with him, even if most of the time he was up in his room watching TV by that point
They never really saw eye to eye after that, Mr Dad kept trying to move his son away from creative fields and Puzzles just kept pushing against authority to pursue his dreams
By the time he grew up, he practically cut off all contact with his father
He's still angry and bitter that his old man never even gave him a chance to prove that he Does have creative vision and can make something truly great
And to rub it in his face and say "I told you so" and give him a big finger FHDJKSA
Even if his father doesn't see what Puzzles accomplished (for whatever reason), he would still be able to say he did it
Now that he's in prison though, now he regrets it even more because he never got to show how wrong his father was
The hate has been brewing, got spilled, and is still brewing
He's a very vengeful-driven man hfjkdsa
Sometimes the thought of his father being right crosses his mind but he tries to shut it down
However- the only thing that Puzzles wants more than to prove his father wrong, is to prove himself right
That's why he's a lil fucked up and is where he is right now <3
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this was really relatable to us apologies beforehand OP but this really spoke to our robot aft so;
legit been thinking for many months about adding a disclaimer to our instant messaging app profiles (and if we ever using dating apps again) that says "Don't ask me out unless you're willing to read EXRID or even just Best of Arcee plus having carefully considered the full meaning IDW1 Arcee's wiki page and that essay we wrote that one time" because literally only one person (who we're still friends with) out of more than a handful did that latter step (not specifically for this reason but it came up) and that was most we felt like someone understood us and could respect our boundaries and desires in retrospect, save for us wanting her to be able to love herself and accept that people care for and think well of her (this has gotten a lot better from what we can tell).
finding a succinct way to put that on a shirt honestly is tempting for another reason after dealing with a probable chaser cis guy recently who could not take the hint on us mentioning how much we liked the transfeminine narratives in transformers and it took outing ourselves as "sapphic/enbian" (this is just living and breathing) and plural (more difficult but in the space we were at the time not really) + a gal friend of ours (bless your heart dear pal) showing up and us lighting up to say hi to our friend for him to take the hint and he left immediately without saying goodbye or a word when I said bye. which combined with the fact he had tipped off knowing I was trans earlier in a weird way that made me wonder why would you ask me to come out for a smoke if you know it's unhealthy for me my guy kind of told me that he um well was not interested in respecting me. this is the third chaser we've dealt with so far in our life bleh.
I mean. I already looked like I was out in that peak 2010s undergrad degree queer showing who I am and what my neurodivergence is through pins kind of way?!!? How do you look at someone with a pin of Anode/Lug embracing + Greenlight/Lancer together not to mention various other gals (Aileron and Arcee included) and a lesbian colors Arcee and conclude 'this insert slur trans gal is primarily interested in cis men or evenly bisexual and I should totally try to follow up on this when it's very clear you're trying to leave to go home' at a transformers convention (the kicker is he did not know much about transformers so he was what. there to pick up trans women since somehow that deep cut of a takeway that transfems like transformers was disjointed from why?) lmao? lmao. lmao! its funny in retrospect but also absolutely ridiculous and concerning.
Maybe when we finish our EVA back stacks we'll have to write trans4trans on them to shoo people or something but we already know that in itself isn't enough
(note also to please not do this to straight/androphilic transfems either okay even if transness is why you're attracted it shouldn't be for fetishizing transness reasons you need to consider the full scope of what acting on attraction entails and thus value the needs and desires of the other person rather than have their worth be contingent on sexualization)
very beautiful art of gabriel btw
Gabriel in leather
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I TRIED TO DO A REQ EARLIER BUT IT WENT HORRIBLY CUZ I WAS IN A RUSH IM SO SORRY IF I MIGHTVE CONFUSED YOU.
My ask: Could you do the housewardens with an idol/ really famous reader from back in their world and they have a really bright smile that can blind people
THANK YOU AND. AGAIN IM SO SO SORRY
Housewardens x Reader with a Blinding Smile
hi! don't worry about it, i hope this is what you wanted and thank you for waiting <3
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle is absolutely floored when he learns about your past life as an idol. It's not information he comes across on his ownâinstead, itâs Ace and Cater who excitedly tell him while showing clips of you performing for fun.
He watches with wide eyes as you move confidently on stage, each song accompanied by that radiant, nearly blinding smile. For a moment, heâs struck silent.
In those videos, you have a smile that can outshine the sun itself. His cheeks turn bright red as he watches, wondering how heâs ever going to handle dating someone with such star power.
Riddle finds himself wanting to shield you from crowds, too aware of how many admirers you have. Heâs conflictedâproud but also slightly intimidated, especially when he realizes that he's one of the people drawn in by your smile.
When you flash him that dazzling grin, he canât help but stammer, tripping over his words before eventually managing a whispered, âPlease... not so bright. I canât concentrate.â But even with his flustered protests, heâd never want you to stop smiling, not when it makes him feel like the luckiest person in the world.
Leona Kingscholar
Leona can be a bit jealous and even snarky, especially when others are drawn to your bright smile. He's familiar with admiration and attention, but not the type that seems to radiate from you so naturally.
Even in the middle of a crowded area, if you look his way with that blinding grin, heâs done for. He canât help the soft smirk that forms in response, though he tries to play it cool.
âKeep smilin' like that, herbivore, and youâll make it harder for me to keep you out of trouble,â he drawls, pulling you close with that lazy grin of his own. But heâs privately enchanted, even though heâll never admit it out loud.
Whenever he catches you smiling in his direction, he relaxes, his usual cynicism melting away, and in those moments, he thinks maybe, just maybe, heâs lucky to have you.
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul is utterly captivated by your charm and star-like presence. When he first realizes just how famous you were, his business mind whirls with ideas about how you could take Mostro Lounge to new heights.
However, the moment he sees your blindingly bright smile directed solely at him, his business schemes crumble, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling he can't quite control.
Heâs incredibly flustered around you, but he adores how you light up his world. Your smile has an almost hypnotic effect on him, and he finds himself working harder to impress you, pulling all the stops in ways heâs never done for anyone else.
If heâs feeling particularly brave, heâll murmur, âDonât go flashing that smile to just anyone⌠itâs far too precious to be shared,â though heâs always the one most drawn to it.
Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim is thrilled. Heâs already brimming with positive energy, but knowing you were an idol only excites him more. He eagerly listens to every story you share about your performances, begging you to show him your old routines, and applauding with boundless enthusiasm.
Your blinding smile is simply the cherry on top, making him feel like heâs basking in pure sunlight whenever heâs with you.
If thereâs a crowd around, Kalim proudly tells everyone, âDid you know my partnerâs a superstar?â while he beams at you, completely unashamed of his open adoration.
Your smile gives him energy, and heâd do anything to see it again and again. Kalim often finds himself daydreaming about throwing a huge festival in your honor just to see you shine on stage once more, with him as your biggest fan.
Vil Schoenheit
Vil understands fame and the effect that a dazzling smile can have. Still, even heâs caught off guard by the intensity of your presence and that nearly-blinding smile you give so freely.
He can hardly believe heâs dating someone who has a charm and radiance that rivals his own, and sometimes, heâll go silent just watching you, almost in disbelief.
âCareful,â he teases, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âWe canât have you outshining me now, can we?â Thereâs a competitive edge in his tone, but itâs softened by genuine admiration.
Though heâs usually focused on maintaining his own image, he quickly becomes protective, shielding you from the harsher side of fame and relishing in the moments when that radiant smile is just for him. In those rare times when youâre alone, heâll smile back, admitting softly, âYouâre beautiful⌠but letâs keep that our secret, hmm?â
Idia Shroud
Idia is bewilderedâand just a bit overwhelmedâby your past as a famous idol. He can barely handle crowds, let alone the idea of the entire world being captivated by your bright smile.
When he sees you perfom and realizes just how magnetic you are on stage, he spirals a little. To him, youâre almost otherworldly, and he canât believe someone like you would even notice someone like him.
When you flash him that blinding smile, though, he freezes, practically combusting with embarrassment. âN-No fair! Are you trying to kill me or something?â he stammers, face going red as he looks away.
Even as he complains, he finds himself replaying those moments when you smile at him, treasuring them like rare, legendary loot in a game.
Your warmth and brightness make him feel alive in ways he canât explain, and though heâs shy about it, heâd do anything to protect the light you bring into his life.
Malleus Draconia
Malleus is mesmerized by you, plain and simple. Heâs never met anyone with a smile so radiant it could rival the brightest stars, and he finds himself drawn to you like a moth to flame.
To him, your smile is nothing short of magic, something that warms his heart and fills the void heâs often felt in his life.
When you smile at him, Malleusâs usually stoic expression softens, and he watches you with an intense, almost reverent gaze. âYou shine brighter than the stars, my dear. Tell me, is that your true power?â he muses, half-teasing but fully captivated.
He takes your hand, holding it carefully, as if youâre as fragile as you are radiant. Your brightness becomes something sacred to him, and heâll make sure no harm ever dims it.
In his presence, your blinding smile is met with an equally warm, if quieter, adoration, and he would keep that glow alive forever if he could.
(you can let me know if it's too short or if it's not what you wanted, I'll be happy to write it)
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The number one fact about me is Iâm going to turn my trauma into a story. Especially when someone is obsessed with me. Except I will give it a little razzle dazzle ⨠Name is inspired by Kylar from DOL. â¨
Reader can be female, male, or gender neutral but tags include all three
Yandere Head Canons: I Want To Be Just Like You
Yandere Platonic female x GN reader
TW: concerning behaviors that should not be romanticized, psychological horror, obsession, stalking, unhealthy relationship/ friendship, and uncomfortable themes
Kylar had always sat alone since elementary school. She was always seen as rather⌠eccentric and you had felt sorry for her.
And you made the biggest mistake of your life by sitting with her on that cold, rainy Tuesday in November. By reaching a hand out to someone who had never felt warmth in their life and would do anything to keep it. All due to your empathetic nature
It started off small by Kylar wanting to have matching bracelets with you. Then it was the same clothing. And then the same cut and color of your hair⌠and as the years went on, her obsession with you snowballed into her becoming you
You were dating someone? Kylar was dating someone! You were going to college? Kylar was admitted to the same one! You were getting a new car? Kylar bought the same car in the same color.
Kylar didnât have any other friends but you. You. You. You. Kylar had no need for anyone else because the two of you would be together forever and ever! Thatâs what bff meant and she was never going to let you stray! Those new college friends could never be as close to you as she was. You two were basically sistersâŚ
You two were like siblings. Two peas in a pod. Whatever you did, she wanted to do. Whenever you went, she wanted to go! Donât you get it? Kylar couldnât live without you! She needed to be as close to you as possible⌠she needed to crawl inside your ribcage and make a home. Being your best friend wasnât enough. She needed to be you
You never noticed her alarming behavior until another friend pointed it out to you. How odd it was that Kylarâs entire personality was a near complete copy of yours.
You never thought of it as weird. Most best friends have extremely similar likes and dislikes⌠and boyfriends⌠and hair cuts/ colors⌠and hobbies- okay. This wasnât normal at all. There was nothing normal about this friendship.
So you tried to gently let Kylar down by telling her you need a bit of space⌠which did not go well at all. She acted as if you killed she first born and it made her obsession even worse. Kylar clung to you like a tick
You found her showing up to your house in the early hours of the morning to walk to class together. She was at every bar you went to with other friends and she would try to worm her way into your friend group
When that didnât work and you only put more space between the two of you, she became aggressive. Your new friends were putting poison in your head. She would not let them get between the two of you. She would not be abandoned by her favorite person in this sick world.
So she began to dox them on the internet. Kylar made multiple fake account to cyber bully your other friends. She needed you to be alone again so you could be with her. You donât need anyone else⌠you only needed her and her friendship.
So why were you still not talking to her when all those friends dropped one by one? Werenât you lonely? Sheâd be there! Just unblock her and sheâd crawl into your life and sew herself to you! You two could be conjoined twins! Wouldnât that be nice?
Poor Kylar failed to realize that you were scared of her⌠and she never would because she was far too delusional.
#female reader#yandere fic#yandere imagine#yandere#yandere obsession#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#platonic yandere#yandere girl#yandere imagines#yandere concept#yandere writing#yandere x y/n#yandere headcanons#Yandere online friend#yandere stories#yandere woman#tw.stalking#tw.yandere#psychological horror#yandere oc#original character#original work#unhealthy relationships#unhealthy obsession#yandere childhood friend#gn reader#male reader#yandere horror
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Thinking so many thoughts honestly, about Aaron currently (spiritually not situationally I relate to him, itâs complicated). Aaron so specifically speaks to me because of how (at least with the crumbs weâre fed by canon) he internalizes and deals with his trauma. He WANTS to be normal. In fact he tries so hard to be normal (as society interprets normality) that he actively distances himself and represses any part of him that may lead people to viewing him as anything other then normal.
In my mind this was probably done intentionally, it creates a contrast between him and Andrew (and is probably why Neil is able to tell the twins apart pretty much from the get go). Andrew doesnât speak about his trauma but he also doesnât necessarily minimize it. Andrew makes himself big, body language wise heâs very loud. âLook at me, at what they did to me. Look at who I becameâ. Andrew is a warning sign, he lets his bleeding wounds show and mixes them with ragged bone and snarling teeth. Andrew is telling people without telling people what will happen if someone crosses him.
In contrast Aaron hides, his pain and his scares. Aaron turns everything inwards, shoving it all into closets and under beds. If he blends in then maybe no one will notice him enough to pick him out. Hiding in plane sight. Aaron works so hard to be normal and is canonically known as the least interesting and most normal fox, despite having a murder charge and being a recovered addict. He is the normal fox. People overlook him, glance right over him, his teammates, peers, everyone. Perfect grades, good at his sports, girl next door girlfriend. Aaron is so painfully NORMAL.
It speaks so deeply because itâs so obvious to me that its a coping mechanism and not actually because thatâs how he really is. If he was just painfully normal we wouldnât get some of his more violent or assholeish out burst and he probably wouldnât have that grudge against Bee. His grudge against Bee is actually what sparked this whole thing for me. He hates Bee, he says that heâs never actually spoken a word to her and even when he starts sessions with Andrew heâs really just speaking to Andrew while Bee is in the room rather then directly speaking to Bee. My little psych major mind (mixed with my personal feelings but HUSH) is just screaming that this whole âIâm normal look right through me please Iâm normalâ. Itâs how he COPES. This guy grew up at least a little bit inside a church (because Luther) and had to hide both bruises and addiction and whatever else was going on inside that house. Statistically speaking thereâs two major ways you internalize trauma like that. And I love Aaron and Andrew because their those two ways basically. Aaron is trying so hard to be so Normal that he becomes basically invisible. Blending into the background.
He probably has everyone convinced that heâs got it all in the bag, all his shit? Itâs in a sock, donât even worry about it. Heâs got the grades, the girlfriend and he plays a sport. Bro is literally sitting pretty to be so uninteresting that he gets nothing but a cursory glance, and itâs totally part of his scheme. No oneâs going to think to ask questions he doesnât want them too. Not about his past and not about whatâs going on in his life. âOh thatâs Aaron yeah Iâve got advanced chem with him, yeah good guy. I think he plays exy.â Aaron doesnât want people to ask questions, because he knows heâs towing the line. Does he have it all together? Or is he desperately trying to keep all his shit in the boxes heâs stuffed it in? Who knows. Aaron probably doesnât even know.
Aaron gives me âfake it til you make itâ vibes that it actually hurts my soul. This man wants to be normal so bad that heâs doing everything he can to not have to address whatâs actually wrong, because acknowledging somethingâs wrong means acknowledging that he is in fact NOT normal. And he wants to be normal because being normal is how you survive. (How he got Tilda to not beat him for dragging the wrong sort of attention to her)
My psych major mind is absolutely consumed by AFTG because to me they represent all the different ways that trauma can manifest in people. Basically all of the foxes (even and Renee Wymack) are the violent kind. Their teeth and warning signs, donât get too close, donât step on my toes. But they all show it so differently. Renee for example is the healed sort of violent, sheâs faced the majority of her demons and won, she knows sheâll be able to handle you if you step out of line (see her ruining the nest). Nicky is the loud kind. Heâs not the break bone sort of violent but he is the make you uncomfortable kind. So much of Nickyâs early character (Foxhole court) is him giving off borderline predatory vibes. His jokes, his mannerisms, the whole Edens trip. Itâs his version of violent. He makes you uncomfortable so he knows whose safe and who isnât.
Then you have aaron and his whole character is a ticking time bomb. Aaron isnât normal because heâs healed, heâs normal because its the only way he knows to survive. Thatâs why he doesnât like Bee. Bee is a psychologist, her whole job is to know their problems and fix them and the fact he even has to go sit in a room with her is a threat to his overall performance of normality. Because normal people donât NEED therapy.
Screams into the void, Iâm so normal about him.
Also all of this is just my personal little ramblings about a purely fictional character that reminds me of myself as it relates to the topic of interest Iâm currently studying. If you donât agree with me thatâs totally fine, if you have different preconceptions about him thats totally ok too. This is just my little brain rot corner of the internet and Iâm just trying to have fun.
To the 3 people that wanted to see my deranged psych rambles i hope this reaches you, this is all for you!
#all for the game#aftg#andrew minyard#aaron minyard#twinyards#starâs ramblings#psych major bullshitting on the internet#Iâm just an oldest daughter putting my oldest daughter trauma on a 5ft blond#Aaron is so thought daughter coded you donât understand#itâs weird bc in my head Andrew is older but Aaron is oldest daughter coded#paradoxâs of twins ig#like 3 people wanted my deranged ramblings so here you go#please why am i so scared for this to be out on the internet#this feels like Iâm posting my dairy entry for the world to see
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Bruce Wayne x Batdad Reader!
Being Bruceâs husband wasnât as easy as you thought there were a lot of difficulties in your life while being married to him.But it was all good he loved and you loved him. Simply as that, you guys met because you where a famous singer and met at one of his galas.
At first he was all flirty and honoring his playboy persona. You didnât show any interest at first because who doesnât flirt with M/n. But Bruce was kind of charming and really nice. Beside everything you heard from him. And then you woke beside him in bed. âOh my fucking-â anyway- letâs leave that behind.
After that night you thought he would leave you like it never happened and keep going on with his life, but surprisingly he invited you on a date. A couple years later you met Alfred a really nice person and enjoyed your company. And all of that disappeared because your 5 year boyfriend left you without a word for 10 fuckin years.
âHey Alfred have you heard from Bruce I didnât see him todayâ âoh master M/n⌠I thought you knewâŚâ after that you promised to never trust anyone that easily, sure it affected you but you werenât going to stop and be miserable. You decided to take out some new songs.
âM/N is back!â Your fans were going crazy! Everybody thought you quit the music career and left. And⌠Bruce well not like he didnât care about you he just wanted to make a change. He was training to protect you and Alfred. And then he was there your âboyfriendâ you were spending time with Alfred. You werenât going to leave him alone for 10 whole years!
âH- hi ummâŚâ Bruce looked at you. He looked much muscular and old⌠â Alfred I think I should goâŚâ you took your things and while you were about to open the door Bruce grabbed your hand. âDonât you-â âplease let me explainâŚâ you lost right there âwhat Bruce!? Explain that you left me for 10 years!â Bruce was shocked. He remembered you much calmer and shy.
You let him explain why he leaved you. Because you were still young you gave him another opportunity. Some years later you met Richard or Dick who you protected with your life and refused to let him be robin. âSweetheart pleaseâŚâ you refused to look at him âBruce itâs too dangerous for a literal kid to be fighting grown ass men or women who want to hurt him!â Dick heard your discussion somewhat regretting he asked Bruce to be his sidekick. You saw Dick on the corner wanting to cry⌠âoh⌠Richard why are you crying?â âIâm sorry⌠I didnât want you to fight I I- just wanted to help.â You sighed âIâm not sure if Iâm going to regret this but⌠I guess you can go help BruceâŚâ Bruce smiled and Dick celebrated and hugged you. âThank you!â You looked at Bruce and said darklyâBruce if something happens you are going to regret being Batmanâ Bruce only laughed and hugged both of you.
After some years Dick grew older and became a teenager. âHey Dick what do you want to eat today?â Dick really grew trust in you that he called you dad first than Bruce. âDunno dad maybe some pancakes??â And while Dick and Bruce were patrolling Bruce found Jason a young boy trying to steal the Batmobileâs tires.
Jason really liked you he had a better relationship with you then Bruce or Dick. He would often ask you to read him books. It was like that until that day⌠Joker captured Jason. âhey Bruce!â When you went to the bat cave you only found Dick and Bruce. âWhereâs Jason?â You were more then devastated when he died.
You and Bruce barely spoke, Dick tried to make you both love each other again, but he couldnât even make you both sleep in the same bed. After 1 or 2 years Bruce decided to adopt another kid. Tim. Thatâs when you started thinking about divorce.
âReally!? Another kid you wanna harm this one too?â You started loosing respect from Bruce, but there was nothing you could do he was so stubborn.
In those years that Tim became and trained to be a robin. You also trained⌠to kill the guy that took your son. You learned how to use every weapon you had on your use, you where stronger and faster, and learned a lot of fight movements.
The day you heard your third son was captured⌠you didnât let Bruce handle this. You went there by yourself with a shotgun,gun, rifle, a lot of more utensils that would help you get your son back.
The building was quiet there was no sign of life but only lifeless bodyâs all around you opened the door and automatically shot the Joker on his knee. âAaaaaaaaah!â He screamed in agony while watching you above him. âTim⌠go.â Tim looked at you and before he left he hugged you. âIt will be okayâŚâ after you made sure he left you grabbed a metal pipe and left the Joker on a wall. âHahahahahahah! Let me guess you are going to kill me! WOW Iâm so scared!â You looked at him angrily and hit him with the metal pipe. â SHUT THE FUCK UP!â He spat blood all over the floor. âBatsy is not gonna let you kill meâ he laughed quietly. âWell guess what⌠I will make sure he doesnât interfere. And I my self will make sure you donât take anyone elseâs kid againâ Joker looked confused but then realized. âYou are robins Dad! Batmanâs husband!â That name hurted you⌠âwell guess what it was so fun I donât regret it.â He was pushing your limits. You started breathing loudly and one by one you killed the man that killed your kid.
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Hey yall! I think this was my longest post but I hope yâall like it. I leaved a tlou reference In there. Thatâs all! There might be part 2 tho.
#dc#male reader#batfam#batman#dc comics#angst#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x male reader#batman x male reader#batdad
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Kaiâs Pretty Girlfriend [Prologue]: The Plan
Hueningkai x Reader, eventual OT5 x Reader Some feelings first
Being Kaiâs pretty girlfriend who has been around so long, youâre a permanent fixture in the dorm. Youâve been together nearly 4 years and youâve outlasted the many partners all the other members have had. They donât even bat an eye whenever they enter the dorm, to find you on the couch with a movie playing a hot takeout ready for them to eat.
The guys can really see how much you love Kai. Sending him care packages while heâs on tour and you canât go along. Waking up at odd hours of the morning to sneak out so that the managers donât see you when Kai wants his cuddle buddy at night. Buying him all the plushies he could want because they make him happy. Every time you look at Kai, everyone in the room can see how much love and devotion lies in your eyes.
Youâre also so sweet to them. Always lending an ear to the guys if they ever look even the slightest bit down. Sending them food when they have late practices. Hyping up their latest comeback. Youâve even cleaned up around the dorm once or twice.
You and Kai are drawn to each other like magnets. Always in contact whenever youâre together. Itâs like any minute spent apart takes years off your lifespans. You know each other like the back of your hand. The few times youâve argued were immediately resolved because you canât bear the thought of being without the other.
They can also see how much Kai loves you. Heâs always talking about you and when heâs not, heâs talking about the next thing he wants to get you or a date he wants to take you on. He looks at you as if you single-handedly hung all the stars in the sky. Maybe thatâs why the guys feel so guilty about the thoughts they have about you.
Soobin feels like some sort of pervert. Heâd actually rather just be a pervert and think youâre hot. He thinks he could live with jerking off to you every now and then if it meant he wasnât constantly plagued with thoughts of you cuddling him on your movie nights instead of Kai. Thatâs not to say that he doesnât jerk off at the thought of you now, but he can handle lust. What he canât handle is thinking about you running up to him when he enters the dorm and jumping into his arms. He canât handle imagining how it would feel to kiss you, hug you, hold you like you were his.
Yeonjun thought it was a phase. Heâs not surprised by the fact that he thought you were hot, anyone with eyes would. In fact, when you and Kai first started dating, heâs pretty sure he told Kai how attractive you are and gave him a pat on the back. But when did that initial attraction turn into him showing you choreography and getting an outside perspective? When did he start living for your praise? When did he start turning to you with his problems since he felt guilty confiding in his younger members?
Beomgyu feels like this is his punishment. He mustâve been a crime lord in his past life because nothing else can explain this. You guys get along like a house fire. If Soobin didn't exist, he'd probably call you his best friend. Heâs never been struck with such longing when considering a person. He stays up at night thinking about how he can even stand to be in the same room as Kai with the guilt eating at him. Is it so wrong to love? No. But to love Kaiâs girlfriend? Could he really stoop so low? Apparently, he can.
Taehyun ignores it at first. The little inkling that he could ever consider you as something more than an acquaintance. Not even a friend. You are Kaiâs girlfriend, his best friendâs girlfriend, and youâre cool but thatâs it. But itâs really not, is it? The way you smile and do a little wiggle anytime you eat is something everyone notices, right? The way you canât lie to save your life, not because youâre perfect, but because your nose scrunches up each time is something everyone knows, right?
Kai is many things, but stupid is not one of them. He sees the way that his friends look at you. Heâs noticed for a while, actually. At first, he was jealous and maybe even a bit angry. You have been and were one of the only things he had to himself. Youâre his, just as heâs yours. Mind, body, and soul. Past, future, and present. But the more he thought about it, the less angry he was. Kai never really minded sharing, especially with his members. Theyâve been together through thick and thin and will continue to be together. Tomorrow and every day after that. He also knows that theyâd treat you right. But how does he approach a conversation like that? Not even with them, but with you.
Oh, how Kai loves you, but youâre so damn oblivious. Just thinking theyâre nice to you because youâre his girlfriend. Not noticing the longing in their gaze when they look at you. Not thinking twice about how youâre the first person they go to with accomplishments. Not batting an eye when they send you unreleased concept photos, new songs, concert choreographies, and the list goes on. Hell, you didnât even know Kai liked you until he confessed. As if the guy didnât follow you around like a lost puppy anytime he could spare.
So, he devises a plan. Itâs a bit unconventional but. hey, no plan is perfect, right? It goes a little like this.
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彥Operation Confession â
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Step One: See if y/n has an exhibitionist kink with carefully placed dirty talk.
Step Two: If she does, get a little heavy-handed during movie nights. Maybe even introduce a toy.
Step Three: Find some way to make the guys notice, which shouldnât be too hard because you canât be quiet unless something is shoved in your mouth.
Step Four: Introduce the idea of bringing a third⌠or fourthâŚ. or fifthâŚâŚ or sixth into your sex life.
Step Five: Introduce the missing pieces into your sex life.
Step Six: The guys will pull their heads out of their asses and confess is post-orgasmic clarity!
What could go wrong?
We can get into the fun stuff now! How do we think Kai is going to go about step one? Will he be as subtle as he thinks? Will you catch on? Is anyone going to get caught in the crossfire?
Let me know what you think! <33 Chapters 1 and 3 are done! Probs gonna post 1 tomorrow!
#beomgyu x reader#hueningkai x reader#soobin x reader#taehyun x reader#txt x reader#yeonjun x reader#beomgyu#hueningkai#soobin#yeonjun#txt taehyun#tomorrow x together#txt
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Today I logged into facebook for the first time in nearly 4 years and went through every profile in my friends list (like ~300) and purged out all the assholes (anyone who openly voted for Trump, other conservatives, and those who I strongly believe did). I've done this before so there weren't many but there are a number that have been wishy-washy with being outward in their bigotry and it helps me keep a mental list of people that deserve only the most very basic level of respect that I can muster because they certainly do not respect me nor people I care about nor many of their fellow human beings. Most disheartening is seeing friends and family who continue to put effort into engaging with people who argue in bad faith and weaponized ignorance.
I dated a man for nearly a year who went to women's and pro-choice rallies and liberal groups with me and said many times that he "was on my side" but turned out to be lying the whole time because he knew I definitely wouldn't date him otherwise. I'd known him for years before since we ran in the same friend circle. I wasn't the only one he had fooled. He slowly lifted the mask until we were constantly arguing because of his bigoted and racist remarks. His favorite thing to do was act oppressed and show me the most obvious Russian propaganda that he would get upset at me for fact-checking and asking for real sources. He wanted to argue, so what he hated most was when I refused to argue with him. Nothing I said was going to change his mind, so I wasn't going to humor or tolerate it (we didn't last long after that point, but by that time, I was afraid of leaving without an excuse that would be "good enough" for him). He legitimately wants civil war so that he can play survival hero and feel validated in his hatred. It didn't come on quickly and a lot of the comments started as "odd" off the cuff things through the time that we dated. He was very much pretending to be a kind person and once really called out, that pretense dropped. He thought I was more like him and that a lot of my regard and kindness for others is "fake." Because that's what a lot of people like that do - they fake being kind for optics, they are not actually kind people, and therefore presume that everyone else is doing the same thing. It's given me major trust issues.
Can't say this enough: these people feel validation in their bigotry when you continue to associate with them. They need to be dropped. They need to learn that their shitty beliefs mean that they get shunned. Make them feel uncomfortable. Quit tiptoeing around and coddling their delicate little feelings because they might get upset. It's okay for them to get upset because someone was mean and told them they don't like them because they think gay and trans people shouldn't exist. I once made a post about how a raped 11 year old child should never be expected to give birth, was told that it was "god's will" and like 5 people piled on the guy so badly he told us to stop being "mean" to him and was terrified to talk to me at work ever again (I have since cut all ties and no longer work with him). I'm personally extremely tired of playing nice for the sake of possibly "converting" someone - especially because you can be polite in telling someone to fuck off with their beliefs. Their beliefs are dangerous, are going to result in people losing their lives, and a frightening number of them are completely okay with that. We need to stop being tolerant of intolerance. It is okay to cut people (including family) from your life when all their presence does is bring you stress and harm.
In a similar vain, don't let the people who chose not to vote (or "protest voted") stick their heads in the sand to escape blame. They are just as culpable as anyone else who directly voted for Trump and other conservatives. They need to grow the fuck up.
For a lot of liberals, it's really uncomfortable to be confrontational and feel like you're being intolerant of someone, but it's way past time to play hardball and call them out instead of coddling them, especially as we're going into the holiday season where many of us will be seeing family with shitty views and targeted family that may need someone to stand up for them. Let them know they're shitty and inappropriate and a disappointment and unworthy of your regard because they certainly lack it for others. Obviously still be safe, but many of us very likely aren't losing anything of value in that scenario. Not having bigoted family members in my life in any way has made me so much happier.
A helpful tip to those who may find themselves in a confrontation: do not stay engaged. Let your views be known and then disengage. Because many of them love to argue and feel like they're defending themselves (many are addicted to those feelings of hatred and overcoming "oppression"), what they don't like is being ignored and feeling like you're rinsing your hands of them. They don't deserve your stress and constant efforts. There are ways to open a dialogue when they are willing to discuss civilly with an open mind, but if they bring intolerance, just shut it down.
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could you write something when tommy is just being a big softie to buck (or other way around is also great)? i kinda need some comfort rn :') thank you! xx
Soft I can do! I hope you like it!
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Mr Evan Kinard. He ran his fingers over the name on the invitation. It was maybe a little silly but it was his first official anything since he and Tommy got married a few months ago, and he was barely resisting the urge to frame it and hang it on the wall next to their wedding picture.
"Oh hey you." he felt two arms slip around his waist and a kiss in his neck. "I wasn't expecting you home yet. I thought you'd be busy at casa Diaz for a couple more hours."
"Hmm? No Eddie roped the kids in to help so we were done faster. They're all moved in and Chris is only mildly annoyed by having to share a bathroom with three more people now. We are expected to come help paint soon though." He turned around in Tommy's arms and kissed him. "How was your shift?"
"Not bad." Tommy shrugged. "Had to fly a heart to a donor in the middle of the night with the new probie, and the rest was just maintenance and the usual stuff."
"So what you're saying is... you saved someone's life in the middle of the night?"
"More like... I flew someone somewhere with the tools to do so." Tommy replied and noticed the envelope in Evan's hands. "What's this?"
"Oh, yeah, an invite to the annual LAFD charity event next month. They're raising money to fund cancer research." Buck said, handing Tommy the invite. "There's one for you too."
Tommy quickly scanned the invite and pulled a face.
"I hate these things. You have to dress up and pretend to care what rich people are saying all night so they'll drop a big cheque on the donation pile."
"I know... but it's only one night. And I'll get to show you off in your dress uniform."
"Oh is that what this is about?" Tommy teased "You just want to see me in my dress uniform."
"I can neither confirm nor deny." Buck said and leaned in closer so he could whisper in Tommy's ear. "The real treat would be getting you out of that uniform."
"Oh is that your goal?" Tommy asked, slowly lowering the zipper on his hoodie and wiggling his eyebrows at Evan. "You should have just said so baby, you know I'll always give you what you want in that department."
"You're ridiculous."
"I vowed before our family and friends to always make you happy, and I take my vows very seriously."
Buck moved his hands up to his neck and interlocked his fingers behind Tommy's head.
"You do make me happy. Every day." he said and pulled Tommy closer for a kiss. "And that's why I want to go to this charity thing. It's the first official event since we got married. It's the first time I'll get to use my new name."
"You already have name tags and turnouts with Kinard on them." Tommy pointed out.
"I know. But the only people who know what those turnouts used to say are our friends who were all at our wedding. At this charity event, I can introduce myself as Evan Kinard and then ask the person I'm talking to if they've met my husband yet." Evan explained. "Without someone going 'yes Buck, we know' and rolling their eyes at me."
"They do that?"
Evan shrugged.
"It's happened a few times. It's no big deal. I talk about you a lot."
Tommy smiled that crinkly smile Buck loved so much.
"Yeah I talk about you a lot too. They kept a tally the other day on how many times in one shift I said your name."
"And? What was the score?"
Tommy grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened his camera roll and showed him a picture of his locker at work, with a sheet from an LAFD notepad stuck to it, filled with dashes.
"This is in no way correct. I'm sure it was more."
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Send me prompts and I'll write you a ficlet!
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