#sorry i just. i am NOT believing john's ass one bit

[harukapologist]

Considering how little we know so far about the case,

[eccentricallygothic]

Depraved Old Man!John Price | Soap's Girl!You. 

Description: Johnny gets too reckless on a mission this time around and gets booted off the team. Now only you can convince the Captain to revoke his decision.

Warning(s): Noncon, dubcon, naive!reader, corruption kink, groping, coercion, dacryphilia, dark!Captain Price, dark!Soap, size kink, fear kink, fingering, forced kissing, misogyny, infantilization, sir kink, handjob, they're unsavoury men. Minors do not interact.

“Go on, baby” you feel a strong nudge on your shoulder from behind, causing for your smaller form to go tumbling forwards and face first into the ominous door in front of you. “Oh, shit. I–” Johnny whips you towards him to hurriedly get a look at you before examining you and rubbing the tip of your nose where he thinks you got hurt. “I am sorry, baby. But it's okay. I promise it'll be fine. But you have to be strong for me, okay?” The beads glimmering in your eyes sting them just a bit more and your bottom lip wobbles at the mention of the horrendous prospect. “Go on, the Captain is a nice man. Just show him some of that sweet love of yours and he will be good to us” before you can attempt to plead for him to reconsider, you have been pushed into the room and forced to come face to face with none other than the man you dread the most in this world right now.  The door clicks shut behind you. 

John Price's gaze feels nearly scrutinizing as you nibble on your bottom lip while trembling in your frilly little dress, the tips of your fingers folded over the extremely high hem that you try to extend by pulling at it but in vain. Silence pervades the scene for you have no idea how long before the man finally speaks. 

“Well, love, come on over here, then.” Your heart drops as the little bit of hope you were desperately clinging on to extinguishes. Johnny was Johnny and you had signed up for the kind of man he was when you decided to stay with him despite his flaws but from a man of Price's station you expected something else. 

Something better. 

Johnny got too reckless this time around and got booted off the team by the Captain. Since he never tells you work related stuff -like he ever tells you anything serious at all- because ‘those’ ugly things aren't for little girls like you to know, you have no idea what exactly happened but it turned out that though you were too simple minded to know what happened, you weren't too small to be pimped out to your boyfriend's boss like this. 

Since you have tried to get Johnny to reconsider this every time you possibly could ever since he told you you were going to be doing this for him like a good girl supports her man and his colleagues have always terrified you because of how capable they are for any and all kinds of destruction, you hiss in a hiccup and let your wobbly steps carry you to the old man. 

Price is sitting in a big office chair behind a heavy wooden table, mighty and intimidating yet agreeable with his smile that is almost kind. You would have believed it like the impressionable fool you are if it weren't for the clouds of darkness that are threatening to burst out of his eyes, the light orbs looking you up and down everywhere except for your eyes with a chilling hunger. 

It is after your dignity is wholly mortified and you decide you cannot feel any more shame than this does he pat his lap as a silent gesture for you. 

“Hey, hey, hey, little thing” the material of his uniform is harsh under the exposed skin of your ass when you sit down, the sensation causing you to have a moment of realization all over again and a tear threatens to spill down your cheek but you catch it just in time. “It's okay, we are all friends here, angel. No need to cry, it's okay” you are tense and uncomfortable as you try to shrink in on yourself but one of his rough hands wrapping against the curve of your hip to push you into his hard chest doesn't help. The stiff tent in his pants touches you next and you cannot help but flinch as a hushed cry tries to crawl its way out of your throat. 

Unbeknownst to you, it only works up the man even more and he speaks to you in the most comforting of tones. “I get it, you're scared of the big Captain, aren't you, love? Never had much of an interaction, you and I, did we?” You barely understand him as you're too focused on trying to keep your tears at bay like Johnny ordered you to. No crying and no pleading. That was the rule if you wanted your man to keep his job. And you were a good girl and future wife. So you would do whatever it took. 

“I know what we need to do” your hands that helplessly lie clasped in your own lap clench and twitch when he suddenly kneads your skin where he is holding your hip. “Easy now” he warns when your legs defensively try to force you to stand and your body freezes before you even register his words. Price sighs unhappily. “I was told you were okay with this. I don't like my girls unwilling and unappreciative. You can go” your eyes widen in horror as everything Johnny had warned you against plays in your head at full volume and you go into a panic, shaking your head vehemently and trying to reassure him in as much voice as you could muster, desperately trying to convince him that you wanted this. 

Price ‘contemplates’ you for a couple moments and the suspense is enough to send you into a cardiac arrest because of how erratic it makes your heart. But then;

“Yeah? Are you sure?” You timidly nod. “Then what're those tears for?” The side of his mouth quirks up when you quickly wipe them away and shake your head wordlessly. “... No? Not scared…?” He talks to you like one would a child and your cheeks burn even hotter in humiliation. 

“A- A little…” You manage to squeak out as a measure of carefulness because he appears a bit dissatisfied with your response. 

Johnny's words ring in your head. Keep the Captain satisfied no matter what.  

And your response seems to do the trick for he faintly smiles, a bit proudly even. “A little, huh?” You timidly nod again. 

“Y- Yes, sir…” His eyes visibly darken at that. 

“You see” his fingers caress your hip gently. “I've got just the solution for it” you can barely see his face due to the haze of your thick tears burning your eyes. “Want to know what it is?” You have no choice. 

So you nod in agreement. “Y- Yes, sir…” You feel a brief twitch in the lap he has you perched on.

“There's a good girl” praise doesn't make you feel better, for once. “Well, you see, love. It's rather simple, really” his rough hand cups your face briefly to wipe at your tears and a shiver runs down your spine due to the stark difference between his meticulous touch and Johnny's reckless one. That, however, is not to say his is better. There is a lingering quality to it. A sickening coarseness. A dark manliness which contrasts the good natured boyishness of your lover's, however clumsy he may be. “We just need to familiarize ourselves to each other” your bottom lip wobbles involuntarily and his eyes flicker to it. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “Want to know how we are going to do that?” 

“... Y- Yes, Captain” you don't notice it but it causes for the tent in his pants to become even more visible.

“Bring that little thing here” you tremble as he takes your smaller hand in his much bigger one and takes it to his beard, the sensory shock of his coarse hairs digging into your pampered fingertips making you gasp with a flinch. Price's chest reverberates in silent mirth. “Just like that, love. Easy does it” you let him guide you as you meekly scratch the thick scruff, your nails nearly disappearing in the dark mass. “There now, all better, isn't it?” You try to return his smile but you can literally feel the awkward shape in which your lips are twisted due to how uncomfortable you are. 

Next he nudges your hand closer to his mustache and the second you do it, one of his heavy hands clamp on the bumps of your chest and you audibly flinch. But before you can even attempt to move away, the hand he has on your hip steels itself into your skin. But his friendly behavior doesn't change. Not on the surface, at least. 

“See? This is why we need to do this” a tear finally outweighs your eyesocket's bearing capacity and pushes its way down your lashes and all the way to your chin. His grip almost makes you cringe away and the way he gently kneads your boob doesn't do anything for you. “So when we are familiarized, you won't be so scared of your Captain and we can have a good time like friends do” and you have no choice but to sit there and scratch his beard and stroke his mustache while he ‘gently’ feels you up.

“Hmm…” He muses after a couple long horrible moments have passed. “What about a little kiss, angel?” Your eyes widen and your body trembles. Oh no. Johnny is the only man you ever want to kiss. This is so wrong. “Come here” you try to stiffen your back and go to plant a firm hand on his chest but your boyfriend's cautionary words ring in your ears again. 

His chance, his career... 

You cannot fuck this up for him. 

No.

Good girls support their men.

“Yes, Cap–” you force yourself to not retch when his lips touch yours, the bristles of his mustache causing you to jerk your head back as your eyes crinkle shut, the back of your hand slapping against your lips to swipe at them the moment he pulls away to get rid of the ticklish sensation. 

Price's huge form vibrates again. “Not used to a real man kissing you, are ya, angel?” You gulp at how intimidatingly deep his voice sounds. 

“N- No, sir…” So he beckons you closer again. So you can familiarize yourself with it. Your eyes lower in shame and disgust as you cup one side of his face, feeling a waterfall erupt from the corner of your eyes as you peck his lips over and over since he keeps ordering you with low, ‘one more, one more, one more…’s

It is not that he tastes bad. In fact, he tastes much better than you expected -if you ever even thought about it in your wildest of moments- any man other than Johnny to taste. Dare you say… better than your lover, even.

But you have only ever had eyes for your boyfriend. 

And this is sickening, terrible, revolting…

But you don't have a choice. You must be good. You must obey. Must support. Johnny is also human. And he made a mistake. That shouldn't cost him his career. It's almost unbelievable how this kind looking man is capable of such cruelty. 

In a matter of minutes, the length of your neck has been felt up in his strong fist, the pink lace strings which held your dress on your shoulders have been slid off, the swells of your chest has been fished out of the neckline of your dress and thoroughly groped, the hem has been pushed all the way up to your waist, your legs have been pushed apart, your underwear rests on your ankles and Price's hand is knuckles deep between your slick coated thighs. 

“C- Captain!” You let out a choked out cry as you tremble, violated and stuffed full of his fingers. “P- Please!” Your back arches as you clutch his knee for support, sparks of pleasure overwhelming your pussy when the rough pad of his thumb finds your clit before swiping against it slowly while two of his fingers squish their way in and out of your tight cunt. 

“Please what, love?” Price is breathless as he grunts in pleasure. 

You sob from the sensitivity and helplessness of your situation. “M- More, please!” You don't want this. But he has you so worked up you cannot think of anything else anymore. It feels too good. You must cum. There is no other way. 

Price hums deeply. “Keep working that pretty little hand and I'll give you all that you need, angel” you obediently nod as you desperately speed up your fist that is wrapped around his hard cock. “I didn't think a thing as small as you could make a mess this big, love. But look at you” his pants are drenched in your juices and sweat. “Leaking yourself stupid for your Captain” you shamelessly moan out loud, albeit against your will, when you feel his middle finger graze against your g-spot. 

“S- Sir!” More hot pearls of precum bubble out of the apex of his swollen tip and trickle down to meet your curled fingers, aiding the movement of your hand.

“Tell me, angel, has he ever made you feel like your Captain is?” You realized it a while ago that Price does not care if Johnny can hear you. Hell, sometimes he speaks so loud -like right now- it feels as if the older man wants him to. 

You shake your head, crazed with need and lust. “N- No, no sir he hasn't!” You tell yourself you're only following the orders you were given. 

Keep the Captain satisfied no matter what. 

“Aw, a girl as pretty as you deserves everything, angel. Why not?” It is the way his cock twitches in your fist can you tell this is getting him off. 

“S- Said– ah!” The tight band of your entrance tries to shut in on itself but his firm fingers roughly fucking in and out of you deny it its desire. 

You're so close. 

“Go on then, angel” you let the base of your palm linger on his ballsack to massage it and he grunts before mumbling out a praise. 

“Said s- sex is the g- girl's way of t- thanking her man for taking c- care of her and loving her, sir!” You repeat Johnny's words that he has told you since day one. “So she l- lets him do whatever he pleases like a good girl!” Price chuckles before clicking his tongue. 

“That little bastard told you that, did he?” You nod as you feel all your muscles pulling taut like they do sometimes when Johnny makes love to you nicely. “Tsk, tsk. That is no way to treat a sweetheart like yourself… Maybe you need someone better, huh? Someone older–”

“CAPTAIN!” Your vision fills with neon blots and a faint ringing dominates your hearing. The speed of your fist goes rather lax but his seed that bursts out soon after and seeps down his length to coat your fingers is a relief. Because the intensity of undeniably the best orgasm you have ever had has relaxed your muscles way too much for you to be coherent anymore. Your body collapses tiredly against his broad battle hardened chest and your gaze fixates on a spot on the floor, your cum covered hand lazily stroking him to milk him empty. 

“You like the idea that much?” Price snickers as he pulls you closer before burying his nose in your hair to breathe in your scent, his own back relaxing against the leather chair now. The man does nothing to pull his fingers out of you, his thumb still turtling along the width of your clit while his free hand strokes your bare ass. “Hm?”

“H- Huh?” You let out a puzzled sound, fucked too stupid to make sense of anything. 

“My, my, angel. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?”  

You're too exhausted to look up but your heart faintly jumps. 

He is not done with you?

[bloodweep]

Wow! You got popular really fast!! :D

I was wondering if you could do JD, Bruce, and Clay with an insecure partner, and how they handle that? SFW and NSFW if you could <3<3<3

I did! It’s a bit intimidating if I’m being honest, I didn’t know so many people would like my headcanons or my writing style,, I’m so scared that people will just stop enjoying them if they don’t align with the characters I portray them as 😭😭😭

BUT OF COURSE BEING AS I AM INCREDIBLY INSECURE PERSON THIS IS HOW I WOULD WANT IT TO GO

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John Dory:

SFW:

‗ ❍ It would take him a bit to understand that you are insecure, his ego and pride getting in the way in the best and worst possible ways - I mean he finds you so damn attractive and doesn’t understand how and why you would feel insecure about him

‗ ❍ he wouldn’t see it until it became way too obvious and other people have said something - don’t get him wrong he’s attentive to you but sometimes his head is up his own ass about things

‗ ❍ once he does understand he will lose that stupid (fucking handsome) grin and look at you with such concern - he’s not very good at hiding his displeasure or any emotion for that matter

‗ ❍ he would pull you aside, privately, and ask what’s wrong and what happened, his hand brushing under your chin and lifting it up so you can always have eye contact with him- he wants to study any subtle or subconscious emotions that flicker across your face

‗ ❍ he will listen (he’s learned to do so!! And is actively still trying to ensure he learns!! He doesn’t want to mess up like he did with his brothers!!)

‗ ❍ though his sadness, anger and frustration will show on his face as he listens to your words - he cannot believe how you feel this way, he doesn’t like it and desires to fully change it if he can - if he’s far too cocky he will rom it down for you, if you need more words of affirmations he will, he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him

‗ ❍ once you’re done telling him, he will drag you into his arms, holding you tightly, his ears lowering as he whispers gentle into your ear how “you’re the best person he’s very known”, “you’re perfect for me”, “no one else”

‗ ❍ tail will be so droopy on the floor

‗ ❍ he would continue to whispers sweet and soft things in your ear, pressing gentle kisses to your ear - he really is trying to be better than he was

‗ ❍ definitely will sway back and forth with you - very subtly; only you would feel it and no one would see it

‗ ❍ he would pull back after a while and look down at you “I wish you told me sooner, and if you did I am sorry I did not listen” he would say, a determined look in his eye

‗ ❍ would hover around you more, and doesn’t care if people question it

‗ ❍ will check in when you need it and to see how you’re feeling

NSFW:

‗ ❍ he would be pretty aggressive with you in bed honestly, his hands all over you, being mindful of his claws and hurting you

‗ ❍ he’s surprisingly very VERY in tune with your body, his nose dragging along your skin to catch any fluctuation in your scent

‗ ❍ when he does he will pause, hands on your hips and looking up at you curiosity, blinking his eyes rapidly to get that daze look out of his eyes

‗ ❍ he would sneer when told you were insecure “why?” He would question, he couldn’t believe someone so perfect would feel insecure.

‗ ❍ “who made you feel insecure about your body?” He would demand, a snarl in his throat

‗ ❍ would lower his face into your chest, nuzzling but flicking his ears up and forwards to listen

‗ ❍ grip would tighten on your hips

‗ ❍ “you’re the most perfect person to me, your body is absolutely beautiful and perfect” he would whisper kissing down your torso slowly

‗ ❍ definitely will nibble all over your stomach gently, dragging his tongue along your abdomen - sucking a soft hickey there

‗ ❍ ugh would press his fangs into your skins so gently

‗ ❍ his hands slipping down your hips to your thighs, pressing them up and out so he can slot between them better

‗ ❍ remember, this man is a fucking munch he’s def getting into that area with immense speed

‗ ❍ his tongue UGH I know that bitch is so fucking long

‗ ❍ would nuzzle into the area, inhaling softly and rubbing his cheek against it

‗ ❍ “so perfect, tight, pretty” is all he would say as he moved to drag his tongue up so so slowly, his hands gripping into your thighs so they can’t close

‗ ❍ “going to make you know how pretty you are, gonna make you cum so much until those thoughts are gone” (RAHHHH)

‗ ❍ gods that tail wagging at your taste - definitely comments how great you taste and he could have his face between your legs for forever

‗ ❍ won’t stop until you’re whining how perfect you are

‗ ❍ ugh would try to fit all 12 inches of himself in you, hands pressing on your stomach “feel how tight you are? How tight? So perfect for my fucking cock” he would murmur

‗ ❍ totally would lean all in your face making you look him in the eyes - would stop moving if you don’t

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Bruce

Sfw:

‗ ❍ would notice immediately, his face scrunching up as he tries to figure out what caused such feelings

‗ ❍ he would gently place a hand on your shoulder and wait for you to turn to him, he wants you to feel comfortable and go at your pace

‗ ❍ “what’s wrong?” He would ask, “what’s got your scent so sour?” He would continue, patiently wanting until you answered

‗ ❍ he would keep eye contact with you the whole time, nodding to show he was listening

‗ ❍ “oh, dear,” he would whisper “I’m so sorry” he would reply

‗ ❍ he would move to sit down with you, listening attentively “I don’t want you to feel like this; is there anything I can do to ease these feelings?” His other hand rubbing up and down your forearm so gently

‗ ❍ he so would remove his necklace and put it on you; smiling

‗ ❍ his tail will be limp, he doesn’t enjoy how upset you were

‗ ❍ he would move you both out of the area if it started to get too much for you; fucking you guys somewhere comfortably on the beach

‗ ❍ he would make a picnic for you on the way there! Sitting on a blanket and enjoying each others company

‗ ❍ always holding your hand until you calm down

‗ ❍ lets you use his shoulder to cry on if needed, rubbing your upper back softly and nuzzling his cheek into your hair

‗ ❍ would press a gentle kiss to your hair then forehead “we can take to as fast or slow you need to, I’m here with you the whole time”

NSFW:

‗ ❍ he would immediately have a conversation before hand, asking what was okay with you and what was not, listening to everything you say

‗ ❍ he would state his boundaries too - which weren’t many, barely if any

‗ ❍ he would start off slow, laying you down and kissing you so gently, hands wandering up and down your body softly

‗ ❍ he wouldn’t do anything until you did something, never wanted to go pass what was comfortable

‗ ❍ once he was given the okay he would slide down to kiss along your neck, pressing his fangs against your skin and rubbing them gently into your pulse

‗ ❍ how fingers slipping into your waist band and skimming the skin hidden there

‗ ❍ his hips grinding into your thigh softly

‗ ❍ “Can I go lower?” He asked his fingers dipping closer, only finally reaching and gently mapping out the area

‗ ❍ he’s so into suckling on your chest too, so gentle, nearly ticklish, would lean back and look up at you “are you doing okay?” He would ask, waiting for a response before sliding back to your chest and sucking

‗ ❍ “you’re so perfect and beautiful” he would whisper, using his free hand to brush your hair of your face

‗ ❍ he definitely goes so soft and gentle for you, whispering how there’s nothing wrong with you the whole time

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Clay:

SFW:

‗ ❍ he is so fucking in tune with you, his tail flicking behind him quickly to show his displeasure

‗ ❍ his own anxiety would peak for faster than normal

‗ ❍ he would blurt out “what’s wrong?” Before biting his lip embarrassedly and tucking into himself

‗ ❍ holds a hand out to you to take before quickly taking you both to a separate place

‗ ❍ wrings his hands together to listen to you, his ears drooped down but facing you closely

‗ ❍ his heart would fucking snap knowing how insecure you felt his hands coming up to hold your face so gentle and moving close

‗ ❍ “do I make you feel like this?” He would ask, “please tell me I don’t actually hurt you..” he would whisper moving to rub his snout against your nose

‗ ❍ would kiss all tears away if they do fall, nuzzle into your cheeks just under your eyes and pressing soft kisses there

‗ ❍ would left go of your face and hold his arms out waiting for you to hug him

‗ ❍ would wrap his arms around your torso so tightly and holding you closer, burying his face into your hair

‗ ❍ SWAYS HE SWAYS - back and forth and side to side, just enjoying your warmth

‗ ❍ he’s the biggest baby - next or Floyd of course

‗ ❍ “let me know if I can do anything for you”

NSFW:

‗ ❍ he would listen to everything you say, he’s already had so many conversations about boundaries he need to be sure; he was extremely taller than you, and had fangs and claws that he didn’t want to hurt you

‗ ❍ and let you sit on top of his lap, holding your hips gently

‗ ❍ nervously looking up at you before contenting it to not make you feel any worse

‗ ❍ “I love you so much, I love everything about you” he would whisper running his hands up your stomach to your chest and back down

‗ ❍ “no one could make me happier than you can”

‗ ❍ “you can take control” he would say and he means it, do whatever you please with him to gain the confidence you need, doesn’t care if it ends up teasing him

‗ ❍ gosh he would enter you so so slowly, holding you softly but firm to prevent yourself from going to quick

‗ ❍ gasping at how soft and tight you are “oh, oh goodness,” he would whisper “you’re so perfect for me”

‗ ❍ lets you set the pace, one hand coming up to hold your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone, sharing breaths as you ride him

‗ ❍ asks about everything !!

‗ ❍ “May I thrust into you?” He would whisper, eyes locked onto yours waiting for your confirmation before gently thrusting up

‗ ❍ hugs you to his chest if you need it! Kissing along your forehead and nose bridge

‗ ❍ so sweet it’s nearly torturous

‗ ❍ “mine and I am yours”

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Tagging: @akwardlydifficult

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[thebestandrealestever]

~LET THE LIGHT IN!~

part one: “friends?”

black fem coded! reader x miles morales 42 sum: ur his light :) .grumpy x sunshine kinda . warns : n word use, arguments translations: sol= sun

a/n: hey bookies , school beatin my ass !!! ima try to update at LEAST twice a week . yaal can slap me if i don’t, lol enjoy <33 . as always this is heavily unedited and this is short because it’s going to have multiple parts! a lil sum sumi’ve been working on.

miles used to be talkative, before you know what happened. he was quieter and if he did talk it was cold toned and short lived, you noticed that he didn’t talk and that’s no way to spend your high school years. so you were going to no determined to be his friend this year, it doesn’t hurt that you think he’s cute also.

“hey miles” you smiled at him as you took your seat next to him, he just nodded at you not even looking back. you smiled awkwardly to yourself but ultimately shook it off. you said hi to him and small talk every day, he was still the same monotone dude who never reciprocated the cheerful manner you spoke to him in so you decided do stop, you weren’t gonna waist your time trying to be nice to a gu-

“hey (name). how was your morning?” speak of the devil, even though his tone was rock hard if sounded like he was at least trying, you turn your head to him and see the small smile tugging at his lips and you return it “hey miles!” you ramble on to him about your morning and he talks too.

the next 3 days he didn’t show up at all, it did worry you a bit but maybe he was just sick. when he did come back he had a fat bruise on his sharp cheekbone, you noticed it when he sat down.

“what happened to your face? is it the reason you haven’t been at school. are you okay miles?” you turn your whole body to look at his bruise moving his chin with your hand. “don’t worry about it, sol. im good” he said gently brushing your hand off of his face but you didn’t believe it one bit. “but i am worried, tell me what happened?” you eagerly said almost demanding, putting your hand back on his chin and moving it up to get another look at the bruise and you knew his temper was short but you didn’t care right now, that’s not normal. “i said im good (name) u can stop acting like u care so much now.” he spat feigning annoyance through gritted teeth pushing your hand off.

you raised a eyebrow confused at that last part, “i can stop acting like i care. nigga i do care, you’re my friend miles and i care about my fucking friends. but you right, ima stop acting” you said sarcasm coating your voice as you turn to face the other way fake focusing on whatever work was infront of you , you hear miles sigh deeply after 10 or so minutes and you roll your eyes at it.

“i’m sorry, sol.” you turn your eyes at him but not your body, waiting for him to say something else “it’s been a bad week, ian mean to take it out on you. i know you care. i’m sorry.” he said in a tone that almost sounded convincing, he never usually apologized, “my bads”were the closest thing you got to one. you shift in your seat to look him in the eyes, you had never fought before, you didn’t know what to do with this. “i’m not gonna say it’s okay because it’s not, i get it though. but definitely don’t do that shit again.” you say assertively whilst keeping a small smile on your face. he stifled a laugh “yeah. i won’t.” there’s a pause between the two of you just looking at each other. “friend huh? you wanna be my friend?”

he says leaning back in his chair, keeping his eyes on you. “i am your friend, i’m trying to be atleast. but i can’t if you won’t let me.” you shrug laying the weight of your head on your shoulder until you feel a pair of toned arms around you, you shook your eyes wide open because miles never initiated touch. “i’m trying to. i’m sorry.” he says muffled by the fabric of your shoulder that he’s currently stuffing his face inside of. he hasn’t had a friend in a while, this was weird. but maybe he could be yours.

[middlingmay]

“come on just . . . talk to me.” for clegan could be so good!

This has been sitting in my inbox for moonths. I'm sorry it's taken me so long, but I hope you like it anon :)

Continues from my wee ficlet where Gale suspects there's something happening between John and one of his buddies, and he's both wrong and correct about it.

"Come on just…talk to me!"

John trailed after Gale in a hurried two-step. Although John had the advantage in height, that felt all for nothing now as Gale's stride swallowed up ground.

John had barely managed to stutter out an explanation of what had happened with Harry before any promises Gale had made him about keeping his head had been fast forgotten and he had near upended John fishing the car keys from his pockets.

Normally such a thorough going over would have John reclining back with his hands behind his head, but this time he clawed at Gale's arms, fruitlessly trying to keep Gale with him.

Gale had kicked the door open and was gunning for the car. He got as far as the key in the lock before John bulldozed into his side and brought him down hard onto the ground.

In a far more violent echo of their fight earlier that day, before Harry lost his absolute mind, Gale and John rolled around on the hard ground in the barely-lit evening. Gale bucked and thrashed and kicked, and John was going to be sporting some cracking bruises tomorrow. He held on by the strength of his legs alone, and when Gale managed to get his legs under him and tried to stand, John clamped tighter and dragged Gale right back down. He reached for the keys clutched fiercely in Gale's hands, but Gale saw him coming. He shoved the keys down his shirt and started to use those long and dexterous fingers to poke at all of John's soft and sensitive and vulnerable bits to try and loosen his grip.

But John rode it out and finally managed to wrap Gale's arms up tight against his own chest, pinned by John's arms locked around his torso.

"Get off me, John," Gale warned, low and spitting.

"Nuh-uh. Not a chance."

Gale made a frustrated, impotent noise.

"What're you gonna do, huh?"

Gale thrashed and twisted, and managed to roll them so John was on his bag, groaning and his breath was squeezed out of him under Gale's weight.

"I'm going to sink my boot into that skinny bastard's ass, that's what I'm gonna do! Thinks he can just kiss you and get away with it? Whilst I'm breathing?!"

"You—fuck." John had to brace and hold on with all his might as Gale managed to leverage himself onto his knees. But hold on he did. Like a damn spider monkey. "You promised!"

Gale was panting, sucking down air like John did carcinogens. Whether due to wrestling with John's weight on his back, or the anger that still had him trembling underneath all the points where John touched him, he wasn't sure. But he wasn't about to make the shittiest bet of his life that Gale was through working his way up to manslaughter.

John used his extra weight to his advantage and rocked forward hard and fast, sending Gale back down to the ground under him again.

Gale hissed and foamy spittle splattered on to the ground, and John worked one hand through Gale's hair, shushing and soothing.

"What did I say, hm? Before I left what did I say? Where am I lookin'?"

Gale tried to jerk his head out of from underneath John's pressing and prodding and scraping fingers but got nowhere. "It's not about you lookin' elsewhere, Bucky," he warned. "He's got no right to put hands or…any other part of him on you like that!"

"I know. I know. And I set him straight. I told you, I set him straight. You believe me? You trust me?"

The fight started to seep out of Gale. Because he did. He trusted Bucky with his life, with his whole entire future. And wasn't that terrifying, putting all of that on one man and expecting him to bear the load? But Bucky did, without a single missed step. Even when Buck missed a whole bunch of them himself and went spiralling down the stairs.

He'd warned Bucky he was a mess at relationships. Didn't matter what kind, he'd been a mess at them his whole life. Not a one of them had lasted. Not till Bucky.

And the thought of someone else showing Bucky what it could be like with someone else? Without so much shit to carry? That wasn't going to fly with him at all.

But Bucky was a grown man. He could handle his own business. Gale had to let him handle his own business. Take responsibility for yourselves, the head doc had said. Try to ease off the co-dependency.

Well, if this was what independence looked like, Gale was not a fan.

But still. They'd promised to do right by each other and try.

"Alright." It was quiet and begrudging but he said it. "Alright. You're right, I…I don't know what I was thinkin'."

John huffed and Gale felt him knock his head against the back of Gale's. Felt the muscles of his arms and legs ease off. His hands spasmed like they wanted the snatch all John's limbs back up and keep them there. See how long they could hold on.

"You were thinking you're a jealous bastard with a mean streak no one sees coming. That's what you were thinking. Like I don't know you, Buck, Christ."

John released him finally and rolled onto his back in a wide-armed, open-legged sprawl. it was a tempting, inviting space built perfectly for Gale's wide shoulders.

John propped himself up on his elbows. It stuck his chest out and Gale watched as John still tried to catch his breath. His curls were unruly and springing their way to freedom, apart from the wisps at his hairline that got caught up in his sweat. It made his face glow with the light it caught.

"Can't say I blame you, though. If some guy came on to you, I'd—"

Gale threw himself on top of John, claiming his mouth. Maybe his blood was hot. Maybe he couldn't stand the thought of anymore someone's trying to come between him and John. Maybe the sight of John laid out and breathless because of him was too much to bear, but Gale had one hand around the back of John's neck and was tipping his head up to lave his tongue over the dexterous stretch of John's own. They still couldn't breathe. Each kiss was punctuated by gasping inhales, cut off by dip of a tongue or the nip of their teeth.

Gale hauled them upright and, wrenching the hem of his shirt out from his pants, and caught the key that came tumbling out.

"What—?"

"Car," Gale kissed the sound into John's mouth. "Now."

John dropped his hands to Gale's belt and shifted just enough so Gale could reach the lock on the car door. Gale's hands shook as the clink of his belt opening split the air and John thumbed the buttons of his pants open. His large, calloused hand, warmed by a body that always ran hot, slipped inside and covered Gale with a hard press that had him nearly biting through his lip.

John's kisses whispered up the nape of his neck. "Get in the car, Gale."

He finally popped open the door and grabbed the collar of John's shirt. Gale flipped them around and, hands under John's thighs, nearly threw him inside. He watched as John crawled backwards on the bench seat, straining at the front of his pants. One look from Gale was he crawled in after him, and John was frantically flailing trying to remove whatever layers he could to expedite Gale getting on him.

"Fuck, baby," he said with an awe he reserved for B-17s and Gale. "How could anyone else even come close? Not never."

Never. There might be others out there who could show John how to build a healthier relationship. There might be others out there who would know how to de-escalate things and solve disagreements without pushing each other around a little until they got hot from it.

But all those jag offs would have to go through Gale and his cold, dead body before they got to John.

He saw him first and he wasn't giving him up. Fuck what the head headshrinker said.

As he looked down at John, who just looked pleased as punch to be there, Gale thought. Yeah. No one else. Not never.

-

Harry worked the counter at the tailor's Fridays through Sundays.

The owner was getting on in years, and wanted to spend his weekends with his wife and their grandchildren. So, the weekends were reserved for measurements and drop offs only, which Harry could take, and he'd make appointments for them to follow up with with Mr Flaherty later in the week.

The shop was never quieter than that last half hour to closing on a Sunday. By 5.30pm, most people were at home with their families enjoying the last of their quality time together before work and school, or they were out enjoying the final vestiges of freedom provided by the weekend.

So, when the bell over the door went at 5.50pm, ten minutes before closing, Harry didn't think nothing of calling out over his shoulder without looking, "Sorry, we're closing. Come back at nine tomorrow."

He expected to hear shuffling, maybe a mumbling sorry, and certainly the ding of the bell as the door was opened and closed again, But he heard none of that.

Instead, when he spun round, he was greeted with the sight of the always impeccably dressed Major Gale Cleven sitting cross-legged in one of the waiting chairs, staring at him.

Whilst Harry thought John was easy to read—or had though until his gross miscalculation—he'd never been able to get any kind of grasp on his more enigmatic friend.

Well, not his friend, clearly. God, he'd been blind not to see it before. Several of the townsfolk had mentioned how close they were, but Harry hadn't thought anything of it, too laser-focused on the way John smiled at him and the way he smelled and how he touched so easy…

"Harry." Even his voice gave nothing away. A low rumble with barely any inflection.

Had John told him? Harry stared, trying to see through even the slightest crack in Cleven's veneer.

"Do you know why I'm here?"

He was starting to suspect. Harry glanced towards the door.

Gale followed his gaze, and slowly reach out and flicked the snib above the lock.

Fuck. John definitely told him. "Uh…"

"I think you and I need to have a talk."

[beansricejc]

John Wick x F!Reader - I Know We Can’t

a/n: I wrote this blurb in like 10 minutes in the crumbl cookies parking lot, it’s based off of an interaction I had with my own bf last night so hope you enjoy

warnings: swearing, mentions of medical issues, blood, dry humping , 585 words (shortest one so far lol)

The way John misses you is like no other. No other previous partner has given you anything comparable to what John gives you.

You’ve been having girly issues as of lately. And one of the stipulations of your issues, per your OBGYN, was no sexual intercourse, until further notice. Of course John’s been struggling a bit with this but is always the most supportive and living partner anyone could dream of having.

But one night he gets home from a job, it’s a job that has taken four days, and has stressed him out beyond belief.

You’re in the bedroom folding laundry when you hear his heavy footsteps trudge through the door.

“Oh, hey-“

John’s blood stained hands snatch you by the waist, which is covered only by your small tank top and underwear that you’re currently wearing. You don’t get to finish your sentence since his lips have already smashed into yours, his tongue violating the inside of your mouth before he shoves you onto your king sized bed.

The way he saw your backside for a few seconds when he walked down the hallway was enough to make him explode. The curves of your body are something he’s always held dear to his heart, and you don’t even have to try to be sexy, you just naturally are.

Your back crashed into the mattress below, as his palms pressed into your hip bones. Of course he’s hard, you don’t even have to ask. You feel his shaft twitch and press against his pants, and he’s digging it into your clothed core, which is getting a bit wet with arousal.

“I know we can’t. I know,” John hisses after he detaches his lips, his slick forehead laying against your own. The mere size of him when he’s on top of you, you’re about a foot shorter than him, and it shows. He’s obsessed with how petite you are compared to him.

“But fuck, you wouldn’t believe how bad I want to. To just fuck the everlasting shit out of you.” John finishes his sentence, he’s still grinding his hips, his covered erection still rubbing against your cunt. The friction alone might send him over the edge, along with the stifled little mews that are pouring from your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Don’t be.”

He digs his nails into your hips, as he does a thrusting motion again, simulating the act as if you actually were. You gasp at the sudden action, biting your tongue to remind yourself that you can’t, doctors orders.

John stops for a moment, letting out a soft grunt at the sight of you.

You. Sprawled out under him on top of your shared comforter. Tank top lifted a bit on your soft torso, your boy shorts hugging your ass and hips and giving him the perfect amount of visual tease that he’s looking for.

John’s hands still have blood on them. You don’t ask, you know it’s not smart to. Especially not at the moment.

They wander, touching every curve, crevice, and beauty mark that makes you, well, you.

“You know how much I crave you? You know how fucking ecstatic I am that you’re mine?” John asks in a grumbly tone, the words sending a chill down your spine.

You don’t even care about the crimson smearing on your bare skin, no, you just care about him at the moment.

“Just be ready, Princess, because when I’m inside you next, you won’t be able to sit right for days.”

[soufcakmistress]

Unveil

Part IV

A/N: I know yall wanna fight me LOL I couldn’t figure this next part out to save my life. But my brain is working a little better now, and I wanted to get this out. Not me posting two fics two days in a row! Don’t get comfortable because this is out of the norm LOL stay tuned boos!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader

Snoring peacefully in the king bed of the guest house with an open window, the loud buzz of a lawnmower startled you almost to death. Erik’s baritone carried over to the guesthouse, guiding the landscaper while giving him notes. Rolling your eyes internally at the thought of Erik, you gather up the courage to roll over and pick up the burner Erik gave you. It was time to let your best friend know what’s up. Knowing her cell number by heart, your fingers tremble as you input the digits. It only rings once.

“Y/N???? Y/N? Sis is that you??” Denitra sounded like she had been waiting by the phone the whole time for a call from a number she wouldn’t even recognize. You immediately burst into tears. Everything from the past is flooding back. You and Nitra busting ass for midterms. You supporting her when she crossed and wrangling all the balloons at her probate. Y’all squealing over the gigantic engagement ring Eddie proposed to you with. The last embrace you guys ever had before you left behind all that you ever knew.

“Hi baby. I’m sorry. It’s just so good to hear your voice. I’m okay! I’m okay.”

Denitra shut her office door closed, and paced back and forth nervously. “Where are you, Y/N? Are you alone??? Do you still have money? Has he tried to still—“

You give a good belly laugh with your face still wet with tears because that’s how your best friend is. Making sure A and B equal C. “Nitra, take a breath sis. I promise I’m okay. I’m not gonna tell you where I am, so do not ask. Just know that I’m being taken care of properly.”

Nitra looked at her phone like it had three heads. “Bitch, who is taking care of you???” More belly laughs from you. Y’all chat it up for the next 30 minutes. You’re very careful about revealing any info to your best friend. If there’s anything you know about your ex fiancé, it’s that he will stop at nothing for information. Giving her plausible deniability could save Nitra from his wrath. Or push him further into mania. You had to believe in your heart of hearts she would be safe if she didn’t know anything, for your own sanity.

~

“Miss Y/N, I have prepared breakfast for the house in the dining room. I would love for you to join us!” Leah, Erik’s middle aged housekeeper, spoke over the intercom to make you aware. Maybe you and her could spend some time alone today.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll be there!” You finish up with your best friend, shower and cross the pool to the house. The house smells absolutely amazing— a spread was made of scrambled eggs with cheese, turkey sausage, and homemade biscuits. “Leah, this is awesome! Thank you so much!!”

Leah was definitely one of those Black women who could throw down in the kitchen and cherished when people enjoyed her food. She leaned back on the island and sipped her coffee with pride. It was only you and Leah downstairs, but you did happen to peep some luggage by the front door. Who’s leaving? Black Barbie? Or Black Ken?

Holding no qualms about your outer appearance, you dug in. You were starving, and Leah put a hurting on them biscuits. Light steps are heard coming from the upper floor and Monica appeared looking completely ethereal. “Good morning everyone!!”

It was still a bit early for her to be elongating her vowels but you greeted her accordingly. Leah didn’t speak, just peeping over her coffee mug. “I unfortunately have a day trip to Cali—Christopher John Rogers’ publicist has been incessant about me modeling their new spring collection. I’ll be back tomorrow evening though! You ladies have a splendid time!!” Monica split a biscuit in half, gave you an unexpected bear hug, and traipsed out the door.

“Thank God. I’ll at least have one person to talk to with more than half a brain cell.” Leah washed out her mug, and you snickered when she said that. It was petty. But, oh well. Leah winked at you, when Erik decided to show up.

“Ladies. Good morning.” He typed away at his phone while he made himself some coffee. Leah responded. But not you. What could you say to him now that you seen what that dick was hitting for? It’s evident he caught you looking last night and he wanted you to look….right? Not stopping to sit down at the table with you, he picked up a biscuit and headed back upstairs. From the bannister on the upper floor, Erik could look into the kitchen from above. You lost the fight not to gaze at him. Looking up, he was already staring at you before going into his office and shutting the door. Why is this man so intense…

Leah began clearing the table since you were done eating and cut her eyes at you. Something was up between you two, but she didn’t push. Erik told her everything about your situation and how you both came to meet. Leah was trustworthy and lived a lot of life before working full time with Erik. She empathized with you wholly, seeing that you were lost in the world. She was proud of Erik for doing the right thing—the boy was certain he was damned to hell. This was proof he wasn’t.

“I’ll wash if you dry.” You offered. Leah accepted happily, nice to have someone who didn’t act like she was a personal maid. You noticed that Leah didn’t say much. She was always watching though.

“Leah, what do you have planned for today?” Putting your hand on your hip, you turn to her with a smirk on your lips.

“Well, I do need to coordinate with the pool boy, wash a couple loads, vacuum the guest rooms, start on lunch—“

“Ehhhh, that can wait. Let’s go shopping. I gotta get off this property or I’m gonna go postal. Erik’s a big boy, he’ll be all right for a few hours. I’ll go tell Caleb to start the car.” You leave to let the driver know, not even allowing her to respond. Fun was majorly needed.

Meeting Leah at the front door, you pile in the expedition to head to the nearest mall. Scratching your veve tattoo on your side, your thumb scrolls through the mall directory when you get an iMessage from an unknown number.

“Going somewhere?”

Who else would it be but him? It was purposeful to leave without telling him. Erik had you twisted all the way up inside…….it wasn’t totally smart but this gave you some semblance of control back into the dynamic. Being a helpless damsel in distress wasn’t a good look on you and you didn’t want it to start now….even if you really did need all the support you could get. You weren’t gonna pass this moment of brief freedom up. “Yes I need things. And I need some fresh air.”

“This ain’t no damn vacation. Get what you need, and have Caleb return you ladies back to the property.”

Oh? He is feeling very jazzy this afternoon. You leave him on read, and hop out with Leah. She’s very patient and a very good listener. She can sense the wheels turning in your head, sorting what to do and what’s already been done.

The two of you scoured through Old Navy, Five Below, Rainbow, Bath and Body Works, Aldo, and left a whirlwind in Macy’s. Caleb fought his frustration watching you traipse from store to store. Retail therapy was a balm to your open wounds. The cares of your world fell away trying on different jeans and comfortable jumpsuits while you reconciled everything. A blessing also came in the form of companionship with Leah.

Widowed at 45, the Nashville native was blessed to have two pensions and an empty nest. She let you in on how her and Erik met and how he was like a son to her now more than anything. The two of you conversed over piping hot Japanese teriyaki in the food court surrounded by department store bags. “He reminded me of my son Travis. His father died when he was so young, and it was an uphill battle to wrangle him back from the dark side. Erik has his demons and yet he still has a code. I could never deny that boy.”

You listened intently and soaked it in. Demons huh? You figured he had access and resources being an alleged government contractor but it appears his baggage is a bit more nuanced. What had Erik seen and done? Why go out of his way to help a stranger? You had more questions than answers but were still somehow pleased with the new info.

Caleb had been staring a hole in your head for the last half hour. You put him out of his misery and he comes to gather your bags. Leah squeezed your arm and y’all headed to the car. The mean grinch awaits you both and had lashings for you for sure.

~

“Split up. Go. Ven allá!” Eddie directed his goons to search the town square in the sleepy little town of Randolph, Vermont. Two guys took the north end, while three guys took the south end. They questioned jewelers, shoe repairmen, butchers, ski shop owners, hotel clerks, etc. Nothing revealed any inkling of you. Eddie himself called every single roach motel in the surrounding area and nobody by the name of Y/N Nazario. He even asked if you went by your maiden name, and still nothing. “Something’s not right.”

Him and his goons reconvened at a late night diner. They couldn’t look more out of place—Cuban and Haitian American men with no sense of humor being served by lily white folks whose most lively occurrence were a cat getting stuck in a tree. “Boss, could she have been tipped off?”

Eddie ran through the scenario again and again in his mind. There should have been no time that you would have known he was coming. “Are you guys sure that she didn’t see Arturo at the train station? If she saw his fuckin face, she would have been spooked.”

Eddie’s lieutenant, Carmen insisted personally that he didn’t. Arturo wouldn’t be able to eat without a feeding tube for a while to make sure of that. “Let’s go. We need to pay a visit.”

~

Back at the ranch, you and Leah have situated all of your new purchases in the closet and bathroom in the guest house. No more living out of a purse. To end the night, you guys head back to the main house while Leah popped the cork on a Merlot that was to die for while some smooth jazz played on Erik’s surround sound.

He comes from his garage after playing around with a transmission for an old school Chevelle he’s been restoring, to see you two cozied up. At least you found someone to confide in. “Thelma and Louise have returned I see.” You both cackle and pour him a glass.

“Better watch your wallet!” You bust out laughing, clearly tipsy.

“Wel I’m glad you had fun but can you please let me know that you’ve left the house before you just duck off like that? We’re trying to keep you safe remember? I can’t do that if I don’t know where you are.” Erik gives the warning tenderly but with some steel as well. Leah says nothing and sips more of her wine, secretly amused at his overprotective nature. She knows he means well.

You drain your glass and go to pour another one. “Yes Dad. I’ll always check in before curfew.” Red wine always does this to you.

“Well kids, I’m going to lay down for the night. I’ll see you both bright and early for breakfast.” Leah rinsed her glass out and placed it in the sink and kissed Erik on his cheek. “Good night, son.”

“Good night, Leah.” His dimples make another appearance and your stomach does a hurdle. She squeezes your shoulder and heads upstairs. You take your glass and the whole bottle to the couch, and you feel his eyes on your back the whole time. How was this going to work?

The wine fills your mouth adding to your buzz and your eyes close as you bob your head to the jazz. You feel the couch dip as Erik sits right next to you. “I see someone ran it up today.”

“I deserve it, don’t I? With all things considered..”

His eyebrow raised and he inhaled more of the Merlot. “No complaints from me, Y/N. Just pointing out the obvious. I see you and Leah have gotten close. She’s an outstanding woman.”

“Yes she really is. So sweet and so wise. I enjoy her company. Reminds me of my mom..” Damn. How long has it been since you’ve spoken with her?

“Have you used the burner phone yet? I hope you have, I told you it can’t be traced.”

“Yes, I reached out to my best friend. She’s sworn to secrecy. Not my parents though. One word from me and Eddie would absolutely know something right away, they can’t hold water.”

Erik drained his Merlot and poured the rest of the bottle into his glass. “Well at least you know who to trust with certain information. Can I ask you a question?”

Your heart fell in your butt when he said that. Oh God. You weren’t ready to reveal that you been daydreaming about his bare body all day. “Shoot.”

“Your tattoo. It’s a Haitian veve with a Kongo cosmogram around it. Does it mean something?” Erik was fishing for info for sure. How could someone so sweet and tender as you get caught up in such an evil force as Mr. Nazario?

“We’re gonna need more wine, if we’re going to get into that.” Erik immediately got up and got another bottle of Merlot and a corkscrew and poured generously for the both of you.

Words start pouring out of you. The whirlwind of you and Eddie’s romance and how intense and handsome he was had you under a spell. It didn’t take much for him to convince you to become his queen of his empire. Erik listened intently and engaged with you. It’s no wonder why Monica is head over heels. He’s fine as fuck, incredibly sharp and got bank. But he’s holding something back.

Him and Eddie weren’t that different in that regard you found. Erik revealed very little about himself yet was able to extract information from you with ease. Too easily, for that matter. Eventually, you were all talked out, and fell asleep on the couch. Erik was comfortable himself and didn’t want to move. He pulled the throw blanket over the both of you, whispered “sweet dreams” in your ear, and dozed off himself.

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[hottakehoulihan]

Homestuck Book 2; page 391

In which I have decided to assail Homestuck Currently, I'm at https://www.homestuck.com/story/391 And I've been this far and a bit farther before.

Back when I decided to try Homestuck (I saw the link on XKCD and I was a big Randall Munroe fan) I believe it functioned differently. Flash worked, but also I don't think it was possible to bookmark the url on each new page. The only way to read it was to maintain your "cookies" and/or to keep that browser tab open forever.

I'm wondering if maybe I was just foolish, because now it looks trivial to bookmark a page.

Alternately? I put some serious time into Homestuck (well past the bit where the boy named INSUFFERABLE PRICK finishes ransacking his puppet-fetishist brother's room (I adore that line I am still returning to where his brother quips something like "if you bounce a quarter on that puppet's plush ass, that quarter isn't going ANYWHERE") And where we see aliens as from a post-apocalyptic future-sewer or something.) and I got bored and dropped it.

Sorry, Homestuck fans.

But I've seen some references, and some friends have urged, and I figure I should give it another go.

~ ~ ~ Characters ~ ~ ~ (I am a flawed individual and don't memorize names I just let them soak in as needed and at this time I don't know most of these names no intentional insult is intended. And while I could choose to say that I'd remember their names if they mattered...I won't. I just don't have an easy time of it and don't put forth the more-effort-than-most-need to learn them because they're FICTION. Like, I love the book Bridge of Birds but I couldn't tell you the names of anyone except the two main characters. Or, in Worm, who was on Cuff's team besides her or even what her real name is. Or the name of King Haggard's cat if it even had one.)

John Egglebert Humperdink Zoosmell Pooplord the third, His knitting gal friend whose name I don't recall off the top of my head And his insufferable prick friend with the sword and the irony All have a few things in common. They've all got a quirky/cute hobby, a quirky/cute aesthetic of their own, and an adversary. Also they store inventory in ways they choose/learn. John likes juvenile movies and pranks/jokes, wields a hammer, and is partly thwarted by his pipe-smoking clown-loving baking dad (who has a mysterious traumatic past involving John's grandma). John has suddenly (I guess) had the inventory of FirstInLastOut or FirstInFirstOut 'stacks' imposed upon himself and he hasn't worked out how it works (and it does not work consistently or predictably) but this is not relevant to the reader except to be high-jinks. We'll get to that.

Gal (edit: Mary?) likes Lovecraft-inspired monsters and magic, knits well and is skilled with computers as well as with fighting using needles, has an antagonistic snark-war going with her elegant martini-glass-cocktail-drinking housewife-stereotype trophymom, and...is pretty cool actually. Like, I think her cuteness is one of the big draws that this story musta had, early on. She uses a sort of tree algorithm to store her stuff; you can get stuff from the bottom of branches easily but if you go higher you'll drop the unsupported stuff beneath? Maybe more reminiscent of database programming. I never got into that.

Insufferable Prickboy (henceforth prick, for this post), who wears sunglasses all the time and has a katana and an affection for pretending he's ironically detached from everything but also participating (I think it would injure him to stop using the word irony for a conversation) is thwarted by a friendly rivalry with his older brother who is--aside from a puppet fetish--pretty much just a more successful version of him. He has a pseudo hash-address-based storage system and the unfortunately-arbitrarily-named objects mean he's doomed to fuck it up even more than John is. ...or he would, but John has more opportunities.

The story--I recently learned--was sort of a group roleplaying game at first? Like the "Quest" storylines in some forums that I was unable to participate in and now I read them and wince as the dogs running in happy circles together in the past did the wrong things and eventually allowed a perfectly good story to die sadface.

So, there's a bit of LOL SO RANDUM in the behavior of our protagonist, but it's okay. It's just the audience was fucking around for lols.

Later, I understand, Homestuck hit it big and the tragedy of large entitled groups hit it hard. But we won't talk about last Wednesday right now.

Anyway, to the story.

~ ~ ~ The story thus far ~ ~ ~

John's birthday is today. He's at home and his baking-crazy dad has put cakes on a third of all available surfaces. John is tired of cake and instead wants to alternately geek out about bad old media, toddler humor, and a video game he's been meaning to play.

His buddies on "Pesterchat" also want to chat with him about it. Gal is excited to play it and has the administrator/host version installed already. Prickboy has two copies but only ironically and won't play them. John is kind of stuck (titular) because his dad got to the games first.

(Also the game creator may be... "The flag is up on the mailbox means the mail arrived!" is not true, I think. I think the flag is up when you have OUTGOING mail and you don't want the mail carrier to drive right past you (which they'd otherwise do if they didn't have anything to deliver) (Like I assume the game creator is not young (okay they're not they're around 45 now) but maybe they grew up in the city or something and never had a flag on their mailbox or just forgot what it means?)

Anyway. John manages to...once he stops flailing and being RANDUM (this is forgivable. Homestuck started in 2009, and back then it was still (almost) possible to be familiar with all the webcomics on the internet and many of them were just goofball wankery and that was fine we liked them that way) (okay maybe that was the tail end of that phenomenon but I recall there were like only a dozen webcomics that people did as their sole source of income. Now there are probably hundreds. ...and most of what I read prior to 2009 is stuff I don't even think about today) ...get the game from his dad, get upstairs and install it, and call his friend.

I think she's named Mary, actually. She's Mary for now, anyway.

Mary helps him get the game running and the game affects real life but we're not surprised because this boy can't even examine a poster without having to add a hammer to his inventory and then add nails and then combine them and then use them on the poster and the wall and whups he accidentally put toys and cake in his inventory and they got ejected out and made a big mess and

MST3K: "Can you wake me when the 'funny' part is over?"

But yeah, Mary clicks the "put down the shop equipment" button and drops some bathroom-sized machinery into John's house. ...blocking some doors and breaking some things. Whups. And also she tries to tidy up some of the cakemess he's made and some of the whups-dropped-my-phone-out-the-window mistakes and ends up breaking some stuff.

But none of this matters because look! Up in the sky! It's a meteor coming to destroy the whole neighborhood!

Quick! Run in circles and slip on cake!

Once that's done, they put the box of tubby custard from one big machine into another machine to 3D-print a thing and somehow end up with--at seconds to spare--a glowy 3D-modeled apple which John eats a bite of because WTF else are you going to do with it when you've got 200 seconds left to live?

As far as we know, the apple bite is why the house wasn't obliterated, but now it's surrounded by blasted bottomless ravines.

And we've started visiting Prickboy and Mary's houses but nothing important is happening there yet we're just establishing character.

Oh, also Prickboy has the admin version of the game which John needs so John can unfuck his situation. ...but Prickboy's high-jinks mean he's lost his copies and will need to steal his brothers (I haven't revisited there but I remember now) and then maybe he can help?

Meanwhile we're occasionally cutting to a "Next Sunday AD" future where everything's sandy wasteland and someone's climbing into a bunker/tunnel/manhole in the ground to explore...I think I stopped reading--the previous time--about the time our postapocalyptic explorer (who may also be the one giving John instructions by now. Unless that's the ghost of his dad) (oh, and John accidentally made a malevolent clown ghost that is now mixed with the form/personality of his evil prankster grandmother?) (but doesn't matter because there are evil tar-baby gremlinmonsters running around and John hasn't noticed them yet.)

So although this seems like a lot? I think we've only finished chapter one of what may be a million chapters, and it's too early to judge.

.......

I recall a username from something or another back seven or so years ago that was something like "sorry about Homestuck" and I interpreted it (wrongly I now think) as an indication that Homestuck had ended in a way that was unkind to the fans. (Something I might call the Evangelion treatment, or other names but I don't want to popularize those works.)

So when I lost my cookies and my open tabs at what I estimate was about 800 strips in (give or take, and I'm only guessing; I'm at 391 now but it's hard to tell and also I have carefully read all of the ancillary stuff like those Sweet Greg and Hella Jeff comics (which....I'm glad the people who liked them are having fun? But I think the comedy peaked at "I warned you about stairs" and then got progressively less funny.)

Anyway, tl;dr? It's too early for me to judge, and I begin to think that I was hasty.

But so far? My five favorite things about this are:

Mary's mom and her badass aesthetic. The weird shadowy organization that John's dad is in. Prickboy's brother's (ironic?) fetish for puppet bums. The possible relevance of these storage variable methods. Some of the weird diagrams that have things like "Moirai" and Frenemy and SexBuddy and CuddleBuddy and Lover and Lifemate and who knows what.

...and I'm sure I've looked up synopses of Homestuck multiple times in the past but all I know is the world has ended before and will end again and a bunch of trolls and kids are going to work to end it correctly so they can rebirth it and make everything groovy or at least keep life possible. And Trolls are cutesy humans and people want to have trollsonas because who doesn't want to be cute? And there's a gal named Vriska and she's endearing and lovable and completely evil and does a super evil thing that ruins the good plans at some point.

Oh, and that the fans became insufferable at one point from the creator's point of view and that might have broken the art some.

And also Undertale is created by someone relevant to Homestuck. And I think Undertale was pretty cute, though I've only played through once (no guidance or spoilers whatsoever but I got the 100% peaceful ending. ...I did destroy that first combat dummy but then I got my back up and went into contrary mode)

Why am I writing this?

I love reading liveblogs of my favorite things when other people are encountering them unspoiled. I loved, when I was big into Minecraft, watching brand new players struggle to figure out the world. I loved playing it fresh and unspoiled myself and it was fun to see others do that. I'm enjoying liveblogs of some books I love.

So this is me checking to see how interested my own meandering hot-take on Homestuck is and whether I should keep it up in this lengthy manner or just desultorily drop tidbits here and there as I think of them.

Cheers.

[sparkiekong]

Siblings in Henford 14/15

The next day John walked out to find out where Elita had wandered off to. They had a big day of chores to do before they would meet up with Lyra at the Henford Lot. Cars were not permitted in the city limits, so he planned to walk her to see his mom. He strolled out and started to call for her when he noticed his sheep and goats were tooling around in the yard eating his vegetables. “What are you….” He looked up and paled…he spun around as quickly as he could. “Nope. No. I didn’t see anything. I’m going back to the house.” He walked away while Elita and the Harlan boy made themselves presentable.

A few short minutes later, he saw the boy run back across the street and went out to check on Elita. The awkward silence was palpable, she was quiet, and all John could muster was, “You still have some hay in your hair.”

Elita removes it slowly. "So, I got to ask, how much of my stay are you planning to report back on?"

John said bluntly, "Not a damned thing. I am not going to get any wrath from Mom… You’re old enough to know what you want to do and with who. I just hope that next time you’ll pick the privacy of the guest bedroom or something. I don’t need to see Harlan’s son’s ass. Please tell me you used protection… also I'll get you an ashtray for next time, please don't toss butts about. It could catch fire!"

A look of relief appears on her face. "Yeah well, I guess we got caught up in the moment. Sorry… I thought he had a cute ass." She smiled, thinking about how one day her brother would make a great dad to someone. "And sorry about the other butt too, I guess I was distracted on both."

John wrinkled his nose, “I prefer the female form, personally… but you know what you like, sis. Just next time… if there is a next time, either give me a little warning or put it behind a closed locked door!”

Elita sighed, "I don’t know, I think that was a one off with him. I feel like once is enough and move on."

John looks a bit bewildered “I hope he knows that! I can see that boy pining for the next time you come see me.”

"Next time I'm gonna fuck the other one." She winks at John.

He shakes his head, hands to plug his ears. “Nope… nope… I’m leaving now. I have vegetables to tend!”

"And he believed me... I'm not a hoe John!" She joked.

“Still not listening!!!” He yells. “Get your things ready we’ve gotta meet Mom at the Henford Parking.”

[azira-fucking-phale]

ong hiiiiiiii do u have a first name u use for quint?? :3 love getting to hear ppls thoughts on The Guy

Okay okay okay I have been Ruminating on this ask because I realized I genuinely don't have a first name for him. To me he is Quint. Like he is sooo fundamentally Quint to be. Quint Quintleston, if you will, but also I think some of the commonly accepted names like Bartholomew and Sam are pretty neat.

But.

Butttt I don't think they're RIGHT y'know?? It's hard to explain, but I have this very specific idea of how Quint grew up in New England that those names just feel Wrong. Bartholomew is a bit too British, and Sam is a bit too uninspired (sorry Sam enjoyers that was the only way I could describe my thoughts about it).

He grew up along the coast of Massachusetts, obviously, I can't imagine him growing up anywhere else, and was one of the older (but not oldest) siblings of his family. From my experience, New Englanders hate weird names. Not explicitly, but they always veer to the realm of safety and pick whatever's at the top of the list in 'most popular baby names.' That's just how it is-- the region is very traditional and conservative (not necessarily politically, but morally). So I would not be surprised if Quint had a very very boring and common name.

If we're going off Quint being the same age as Robert Shaw when he appeared in the film, then let's say he was born in '35, so the most popular names then (at least according to Wikipedia I didn't feel like looking at actual statistics) was James, Robert, John, Thomas, Donald, etc. I don't think he has those names specifically, but I think he had one that is SIMILAR to those names. A la ye olde blandness style. Obviously that list doesn't account for geographic location but oh well.

But this is the thing with New Englanders, specifically ones who are lower class: they will typically resort to these names because they are Biblical, and while not as religious as some other regions in the U.S., rural New England tends to be very Christian, and you’ll encounter more churches than actual people. I sort of believe Quint grew up in a semi-religious household. Not outlandishly so, but what I call “New England Christian levels,” where you say grace before dinner and go to church on Sundays. Definitely think he’s estranged from his family now and non-practicing, but now I’m getting off topic.

I think we've also got to consider coastal regions and families of fishermen and sailors and the idea of passing names on generationally from father to son, and my GOD do you get some cool names. Some regionally famous captains from where I'm from have some of my favorite first names, Ephraim, Reuben, Lewis, etc. I imagine Quint's family being involved in coastal work as an inherited job throughout the family, so it would make sense if they retained some of these naming conventions. I wouldn’t be surprised if Quint was named after a sea-faring forefather as part of carrying on the family name, and because I think he’s estranged from his family, it would make sense in the movie why he’s never referred to as anything other than Quint: he’s rejecting an aspect of his family and embracing a kind of ‘new identity’ for himself. Out of personal bias, I kind of vibe with this option more so because I grew up in a coastal fishing community and think some of the family names are cool as shit, but that's just me.

So there's kind of two alternatives for what Quint's first name COULD be in my mind: boring boring bland typical New England, or Olde Traditional Captain

Also I should say because Tumblr reading comprehension is so ass: when I say 'New England does x' "New England is y' I AM SPEAKING FROM PPERRSONALLLL EXPERIENCEEEEE (as in, I AM A LOW CLASS NEW ENGLANDER LEAVE ME ALONE) different areas within the region are VERY different from one another. Like I could talk about the coastal vs northern social differences for so long and that's just for the state where I live

[brokenqueen0526]

Nickelodeon Ridiculousness Pt 1

Quiet on Set Dark Side of Kids TV Pt 1

All I hear in my head is Kel singing " Who loves orange soda, Kel loves orange soda, I do, I do, I dooooo!" I would watch Kenan and Kel, All That, The Amanda Show, and many other shows throughout my childhood. I wanted to be them, laughing, live acting, getting to be around other kids their age and relate with, go through certain life moments with. Having others around that you could relate to. I envied them, I wanted to be them. Never did I think they would have to endure so much abuse of different forms verbal, physical, emotional, and even sexual. These are things everyday non famous kids go through, the famous kids are surrounded by adults, they should be the most protected/loved kids in the world.

After watching the 4 episodes first released, I have felt so bad for them. They suffered at the hands of adults that were suppose to be there and protect them. How they were able to separate the parents and the kids. Putting the actors/actresses against their parents. All of the narcissistic attitudes of the jackass/asses in charge. People should never have that much power over any other person. Some of the parents. The Jackass in charge should never of been alone with any of the stars.

Seeing how Jackass would tell people they were the token black person, fat one, skinny one, funny one. What kind of ridiculousness is this? That should never be ok in any atmosphere. There should of had just as many women in the industry as men. That would have evened things out, but Jackass is a sexist prick who deserves every bit of what he has coming his way. You do not go through life hurting innocent children who look to you for guidance because you are the creator of the shows that the actors/actresses are in. The Jack of all asses.

Having 3 pedophiles working around these kids at the same time is a disgrace. Shouldn't they be seriously checked out before being trusted around all of these people that they really don't know. Kids only know what adults tell them, and they are being told go with these people to work with them. I mean come on child crimes were happening way before this time period. John Wayne Gacy targeted young guys/boys throughout his killing spree. So it wasn't unheard of at that time. Why wasn't the company behind the main Jackass checking all of their employees out? There was 1 of the 3 sickos they didn't really say a whole lot about other than the fact that he was a pedophile. I don't know if there may have been more there or not. Maybe he was a pedophile, but he didn't do anything to anyone or wasn't suspected of it. They went on about the Handy guy, and the Peck guy.

I am still intrigued, and have hit a wall about the Brandi situation. She didn't interview at all (I can completely understand not wanting to be seen after all of these years). I didn't notice her mom really talking about Brandi in a past tense, so I don't think that she has passed away. There has been talk that Brandi is actually just a random name they used. I can totally get her not wanting to deal with all of what is going on. To find out that Handy had a souvenir from her, a pair of her underwear, broke my heart. I have looked into Brandi and whether or not that is a fake name or not. My research has led me to believe that is probably a fake name. I also believe that she was either taken off of the credits for All That, or maybe was never put on the official credit cast list. I hope that she has healed, moved on, and living her best life. I am still wanting to learn more about this situation.

Amanda Bynes is like a comedic chameleon in her All That, The Amanda Show days. She had so much more she could have done with her life. She didn't deserve the crap that she went through. After watching all of the episodes, I started my research rabbit hole, finding lots of rumors about very personal horrible things. (If these are facts, I am terribly sorry for what you suffered.) Your parents I cannot believe the shit they did. I am sorry that you had to ever deal with that trauma. I checked into Amanda for awhile and I feel terrible for how I didn't really recognize her at first. I still think that she is beautiful either look. I commend you for pushing forward through everything. She is trying to live as normal of a life as she can. I would love to be friends with her. She seems like she would be a badass chick to hang with. Yo, Amanda Bynes, I would love to just hang out big chill go do some fun stuff. Just be normal people hanging out having fun. I look past a lot of things, I have my fair share of past traumas, including some similar ones to what some of the stars went through.

Drake Bell, not gonna lie, when I seen you as the surfer guy on the Amanda Show for the first time, I actually thought you were the Josh character from All That. You have so many musical talents. The instruments you can play, your voice. The fact you can sound smooth and then add a roughness. I am sorry for all that you went through in your lifetime. When watching the show and I watched your dad say Don't let Drake be alone with him ever, my heart dropped. I could not believe that they made him out to be a homophobic person. I hate that Brian was able to convince your mom that it was better for you to be with him because of the travel. That was a moment when you just be like Noooo don't do that, its not safe. The moment where you wish that you could just stop if from the other side of the TV, but you can't. It isn't a dream or a bad commercial that will eventually go away. It is a scar, that people who have been hurt like that have. Your scar is there, it is very well seen through this documentary. I am grateful for you sharing what you went through, for the hope that no one else in the child actor part of the entertainment industry will ever have to go through this again. I hope that with you sharing, going into to treatment, that you can again freely live and be at a more peaceful healed place in your life. Thank you to the mom of the girlfriend who knew in seconds that something was wrong. According to a tiktoker and his research about who the mystery girlfriend was that the mom helped. Drake and Fefe Dobson had been best friends. Fefe Dobson released a song "Man Meets Boy" it is very sad, and clearly is about someone being abused. Considering they were so close it does make sense that in fact that is the person who saved Drake from further abuse.

Jennette McCurdy, girl you are beautimus as you are. During my rabbit hole search, your book was brought to my attention. I have had it for less than a week and am in the 40s on the chapter. I am sorry that you were done so wrong by your mother as well as the Jack of all Jackasses. You are very brave for putting your experiences out there for anyone and everyone that can or want to read. Showing that stardom from childhood can have a huge affect on the childs upbringing. Your mother was living vicariously through you. You didn't deserve to have her dreams pushed on you. I feel that the parents doing that is a bigger number than it should be. I haven't been able to finish it due to extra busy weeks. I will be finishing the book as soon as I can, and will chime in more as well.

(This is based on what I have read, watched, heard through different media sources. Google, ID Channel, TikTok, and Reddit.)

Anyone who takes the time and reads this, Thank you!

[zmediaoutlet]

happy wincest wednesday! assuming djinn sam isn't as normal as he looks, what's a wincest headcanon you have for that universe?

happy wincest wednesday! (on actual wednesday for me! imagine that!)

This is one of those where I am happy to be a little bit led, bc I've read some fun fic to this effect -- in particular one I'm thinking of (can't remember title or author, sorry) where Sam's kind of... mean, and he's fucking Dean on the side and also fucks the cute El Sol girlfriend. I mean, ouch.

Tricky for me, though, because I'm of two minds about the djinn ep.

Mind 1: it's a djinnverse, which means that it is a fake world blown up from the mind of a specific person, intended to grant them one wish -- letting the dominoes fall as they may from that wish, given the information the djinn can suss from the person's brain. This means it's built by, limited by, given structure by, the wisher's imagination, the way they think about themselves, the way they imagine other people think about them, what they may wish were thought about them, shame and hope and desire and fear all swirling around together.

Mind 2: you can also just treat it as an entirely separate, wholly realized domino AU. That is -- make it a real universe unto itself, where x didn't happen and so y and z have all the room to grow they want. Not a fake world inside a wisher's head but just -- a world. This is the normal AU that would happen if Mary had lived.

Trouble for me, with Mind 2, is that... I don't believe in normal AU-with-normal-upbringing wincest. I just can't buy it. (I answered another ask on this ages ago, points for anyone who can find it bc I couldn't when I just briefly tried.) Normal AU where they're broke or John's abusive and Mary's dead, etc etc? Sure, let them fuck. But Dad with little league and Mary baking pie and Sam happily off to Stanford and it's all hunky dory? I know people like the soulmatism read where they'd get incestuous anyway, but... I just can't come with 'em. So.. Mind 2, sit down.

Mind 1, then: if the wish is still as simple as 'I wish Mom hadn't died?' And we bring canonically pining crazy-ass Dean Winchester, with all his hope and shame and hurt and need into that mess? So, it makes sense that Sam's off being normal and successful and marrying a picture perfect 2D (with double Ds) blonde. It makes sense that Dean's a wastrel who's on every shitlist. It makes sense that Sam wants nothing to do with him, because who would? Look at him. Look at the mess he is, look how lazy and meanspirited and dickish. A little bit of a mystery that he landed such a hot nurse, hm? But he's good at faking it, isn't he, because the thing is that he wanted Sam so badly that he panicked. Couldn't get too close because he couldn't ruin Sam, too. It was easier to be an asshole, to be the bad example, to screw Sam over and make Sam push him away, to do everything he could to be the person Sam would never want to be -- and it worked, Sam ran off to California and went to college and was Mr Perfect and when he'd come home for Christmas he'd look at Dean with this pained expression like, don't ruin this, too, and Dean'd grin back like -- oh, just watch me. Making sure. When Sam was good and gone Dean did get the hot girlfriend, because he knows how to use his body and he knows how to be pleasing when he needs to, and he was normal, or at least normal enough to count, and when he drunkdialed Sam on weird nights when Carmen was gone on one of those three 12s weeks he'd say -- he didn't know. He wasn't responsible for what he said then. He'd already ruined it so what did it matter, if he ruined it a little more.

Sam didn't hang up on him. Sometimes Dean'd look at his call log and there it'd be, under Outgoing -- forty minutes, an hour. Two hours. Maybe Sam just put the phone down and went to sleep. Maybe that was it. But one time, he was drunk but he wasn't as drunk as he could've been, and he called, and Sam answered even though it was one in the morning in Palo Alto, and Dean didn't quite know what to say because his filters hadn't been completely drowned yet, and Sam said, when Dean wasn't sure he'd say anything at all, you already done? and Dean said no -- no, I'm not done, and Sam said, kind of quiet so Dean couldn't tell if it was disgusted or not, if you're just going to heavy breathe at me I'll go back to studying, and Dean bit his tongue, and Sam said, well?, and Dean just -- said everything he'd ever thought, about -- about what he wanted, and what he'd dreamed. What he'd wished for. Thinking that Sam would hang up, that Sam would fly all the way back from the ocean to Kansas, would open up the apartment door and kill Dean where he sat, and Dean would've been grateful, if he did. But Sam stayed on the phone, and Dean could hear him breathing too on the other side of the line, and Sam said, quiet still when Dean paused with his mouth dry and his head ringing, he said: you get off on that? and Dean was so hard he was surprised he wasn't drilling a hole in his pants, and Sam hummed, and he said then, go on, and Dean clutched himself through his jeans and creamed his shorts and Sam stayed on the phone while he breathed through it, and then Sam said, still in that same tone, night, Dean, and Dean hung up, and he didn't call Sam again for months. Until the next time.

What I'm saying is: my hc, in Mind 1, is that djinn!Sam hates Dean exactly as much as Dean wants to be hated, and is as disgusted with him as Dean believes he deserves disgust, and when Dean can't take either of those anymore Sam will take him in hand, exactly as Dean needs to be taken in hand. He's useful, that way.

[stargatelov3r]

For the ship clarification - John/Elizabeth, Teyla/Ronon, Teyla/Kanaan, Teyla/John, Teyla/Kate

oh fun!

John/Elizabeth: doesn't make sense/compels me

it's funny with them because I used to be suuuch a huge shipper but in recent years I've come to believe that it wouldn't really work? i think Elizabeth needs much more than what John can give - but who am i to say that in the right moment they can't get together for a lil fling ;) ok maybe to clarify: long term: doesn't make sense. short term: definitely.

Teyla/Ronon: ooohhh, I'm kinda on the fence with them! i think they're the opposite of John/Elizabeth so make sense/doesn't compel me? I think it makes sense in that they have the connection with the wraith, who they both hate, but they handle it very differently. What connects them is the fear of the ongoing threat of the wraith, so i think there is a cameraderie that only the two of them share and that no one on atlantis can understand on that level.

they are both fighters, they both like to kick (each others) ass, they are both artistic people, close to nature. Ronon is a bit of a loner due to him being a runner but i think he craves connections but has a hard time allowing himself that? and like - allowing himself to just *stay* at one place without bringing doom to those around him, but i think as soon as he realizes that he's safe he would be the cuddliest teddy bear imaginable (and i think we partly see that). Teyla's sense of communit is enormeously important to her so i think her making ronon part of her family is not too far fetched.

HOWEVER, I mainly see them as friends. I can see them as metamours in a poly relationship with Elizabeth, and I see them as super duper close confidants, but I think their love is mainly platonic.

Teyla/Kanaan: doesn't make sense/doesn't compel me

clarification: i think in the way that the show handled the Athosians it doesn't make sense. I think it could make sense if we imagine Teyla still spending a lot of time with her people or them (and Kanaan) as being an integral part of the atlantis expedition. The relationship came so out of nowhere and honestly just confuses me. And to only bring Kanaan as the babydaddy? i dunno. this should probably be a different post about how pregancy and motherhood is handled in media. Sorry Kanaan, I'm sure you're a very sweet guy <3

Teyla/Kate: makes sense/compels me

ok, apart of the fact that Kate was Teyla's therapist which could potentially get a bit dicey i think it makes perfect sense and i am cursing the show once again for not giving us more Kate *shakes fist at the sky*. I like Kate, I like that she was part of the people who made Teyla understand how Tau'ri tick (by showing her how therapy works, how they handle emotional problems etc etc). My memory is as terrible as always, but i would have loved if there would have more of Kate trying to help Teyla cope with the whole "being part wraith" thing and if that would have led to a deeper understanding of each others cultures.

It's a bit harder to explain why they make sense to me? maybe because i'm getting a similar vibe from them at least on the base? both put a lot of stress on communication and resolving conflict, both are emotionally in touch with themselves, i feel like they both meditate and that's how they began spending time with each other. I like to imagine that there is so much more to Kate that we see from the few times we saw her, maybe she's an insane gymnast or something.

but yeah. good. I'd love to hear your thoughts on them tbh!

and thank you so much for the ask!

[dark-drawssss]

the idea of every Doomguy being together and causing chaos sounds like a fun AU idea. but I've seen you include only 4 of em, and I'm pretty sure that 'arenaguy' is suppost to be Doomguys much younger self, but I could have my lore knowledge wrong. do you intend on maybe adding more of them? like Phobos (character), technically not Doomguy but he's still cool. or John Grim from the movie, or ROE and TLM guy's from Doom 3's expansions, or even Stan from DooM rpg2. not having Joan Dark is fine tho

lol thanks, and yeah I do want to include more. Also the ArenaGuy IS the same person as the Doom Slayer (before the events of the first Doom game happened), but I only found out that later one since before that I thought that he's basically an alternatively ver of him (same way that Doom Marine/Doom3Guy is alt ver of him, but they're still different as people). Now, onto the actual question:

Phobos - tbh, I didn't even knew that he was an actual character and whenever I saw him I just thought that he was recolored ver of Doom (ArenaGuy's name in Quake 3) and that it might've been an inside thing between Quake fans. I do feel bad for him, and his lack of trust and more personality traits make him hard to fit in to the AU, but I could come up with something (sadly, it would prob be on my Insta story since I talk about the AU a lot there, sorry :c). John Grim - Yes I did watch both of the movies (wouldn't recommend but it's not too terrible) and I do like John (he's the only reason I even cared about his-somewhat-bitchy-sister staying alive), but I don't think he deserves the nickname that is "DoomGuy" (at least yet), needs to work on his demon killing. So for now he's an "eh" on whenever I think of adding him. ROEguy - Oh this fucker.... I'm sorry but he fucking sucks: shows no remorse for killing his friends, taking souls because he needs to show down time for a bit, survives only because of the plot armor, seems like an bigger asshole than he shows, and the worst of all, he stole Doom Marine's kill! The only positives I can give about him is that he shows a tinybit more personality than the Doom3Guy, by actually being interested in the Marian history and smiling. However his interest is something I didn't know about until reading about it, and him smiling is either smirking in that one scene (cocky bi-a-ch) or smiling to his friends (because he has friends, while the Marine was new and didn't know anybody). If anyone else likes him that's fine, at least his pants are kinda cool I guess. TLMguy - At least ROEguy HAS a personality and characteristics, this mf doesn't even show his face and I couldn't tell you anything about his character even if you held a rocket launcher in front of my head. Not to mention that you really expect me to believe he made it through all that alone when they and their team got their asses kicked by Imp's 6 hours after the invasion just began (not to mention the ending messing with the "Doom Marine is the only survivor", but I hc that their ship got shot down by demons because they could warn people on earth about Betruger's whole plan). Safe to say, neither of these two are close to even dreaming of being "Doom" Stan Blazkowicz - Sorry but I'm not familiar with Doom RPG yet so I'm unsure, but I am praying that he's a good "DoomGuy". And Joan Dark - She's a bitch and another "strong female character" that shows slightly more emotions than them, but still either bland or an asshole. Sad to say that so far, Crash isn't having another girl join the gang.

[fcdcdmcmories]

"OH, HI, DEAREST. YOU LOOK STRESSED. DID SOMEONE DO SOMETHING TO UPSET YOU PERSONALLY? aw." the tone that he used being condescending, because.. right now? parker did not give a shit. or rather, maybe he had been drinking a little bit and maybe he was still high on how good it had felt to do what he had. something within him had snapped the moment that he had decided to go after john kramer. and yes, perhaps that was showing in his attitude just now, because.. there was a dark glint in his eyes that hadn't been there before. a certain darkness that hadn't been there before. that showed that he had actually enjoyed doing what he had to kramer. "what i've been contributing to? oh, trick question. LOVE THOSE. let's see -- playing the dutiful boyfriend who steps aside and is here to tend to your every need, while pretending that he doesn't know what's going on and lets you go on fucking your side piece? THAT'S IT, RIGHT? bingo! shame that's over now." he snorted, almost as if she had just told him the biggest joke of the year, because.. this was what it was. a joke. a big joke and the hurt would come after, but.. right now, he did not give a shit. "ooof. that'd be tough for you, wouldn't it? i mean.. your boyfriend won't be going anywhere anytime soon, after what i did to him, so.. he sure as hell isn't rescuing your sorry ass anytime soon. as for me.. i am most certainly not moving a finger to help you this time around, so.. guess that means you'd be on your own, hm? YOU AND DADDY DEAREST, TOGETHER AGAIN. HOW LOVELY. good luck getting out of that one on your own. regardless.." whistling, as he smiled to himself. a smug smile that seemed to not be going anywhere. what? in fact, how he saw it, parker had never been more like her than he was right now. "your uncle seems to actually have a brain. don't see why he'd throw his own family out because of someone who cried like a little bitch while i was turning his face into a bloody mess. OPPS. SORRY ABOUT THAT. NOT SO HANDSOME ANYMORE, I'LL TELL YOU THAT. so.. looks like you live to see another day. as for me.. well, i am going to meet with him later today with a business proposition. one i don't think he's going to deny and.. you're forgetting something important. while you were off trapped in your tower, princess.. i was working for your father. i know what he's planning. i have information that edgar will just love to deliver to the police about him. THE WAY I SEE IT? makes me more valuable than a second rated serial killer." he turned around to fill another glass with whiskey, because.. ooof, she was yelling and giving him one hell of an headache and making him even more angry. just proving the point, hm? maybe, if he focused, the hurt would come out, but.. snorting, parker shook his head. "oh my god. you really don't want me to say it, do you? i mean, you know what you did. or maybe you're that deluded that you've convinced yourself that you didn't do anything wrong. DAMN." his smile only wavered when she brought up gideon, but.. instead, it was replaced with anger. "the kid will be fine. he's tough. he'll see that he's better off without his shitty excuse for a dad and if i have to.. I'LL TELL HIM WHY I DID WHAT I DID. SIMPLE. why i'll gladly do it again, if the little bitch doesn't do what i told him to do. see, darling.. unlike you? I CAN OWN UP TO MY SHIT. that's the difference between us." a shrug, because.. seriously, she could not be serious. really. "and oh, no, no. i can't believe YOU. want to know why i did what i did? why i went there and caught him with his guard down, beat him to an inch of his life and left him there to bleed out until morning? YOU. YOU FORCED MY HAND. really.. kramer has you to thank for this and what will happen next, if he doesn't do what i told him to do. " (@xtinyslip)

"DO I EVEN WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE FUCKING THINKING?" cecilia had been at work in the lab the majority of the night, it hadn't taken news long to reach her as soon as edgar had found john and gained control of the situation. of course, tapes had been reviewed; not that it was necessary because apparently he'd been telling anyone he could what had happened. "I AM WORKING EVERY SECOND TO ENSURE WE HAVE A FUTURE AND WHAT ARE YOU CONTRIBUTING EXACTLY? HM? OTHER THAN TEARING DOWN MY HARD WORK WITH ONE STUPID DECISION AFTER ANOTHER!" she had not been this close to seeing blood fueled red since what had happened with gabriella the night of their games. "i didn't think i had to explain to you what happens if edgar decides to throw us out on the street for breaking the farm rules? my father may be in policy custody now but his people? they are not. he already sent someone into the farm to try and drag me out. WHAT HAPPENS IF WE DON'T HAVE THIS PROTECTION? we end up back in that awful fucking room till my father can deal with me himself." days? weeks? months? years; he'd have her people hold there and they both knew it. "SO WHY? WHY GO AFTER SOMEONE HE DEEMS AS IMPORTANT?" yes, she had a feeling she knew why and did edgar find john that important? well, it didn't matter; right now she was just trying to get through to him. "I HAVE A TERRIFIED KID IN THE HOSPITAL WING. HM? ONE THAT NEEDS TO REALISTICALLY BE IN AN ACTUAL HOSPITAL ICU BUT WE CAN'T GET HIM TO ONE BECAUSE THERE IS A VERY HIGH POSSIBILITY HE WON'T SURVIVE THE TRANSFER! HE'S ON TOO MANY DRUGS TO FUCKING COUNT, HE'S CONFUSED, TERRIFIED AND ALL HE KEEPS ASKING FOR IS HIS DAD. I HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO TELL HIM HIS DAD'S NOT GOING TO BE THERE. NOT NOW, NO, NOT IN DAYS -- POSSIBLY NOT IN FUCKING WEEKS BECAUSE SOMEONE DECIDED TO BEAT HIM PRACTICALLY TO DEATH!" was she using gideon because she knew he and parker were close? perhaps but none of what she had said was a lie either. the kid was in critical condition, this added strain was not going to do him any favors. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" @fcdcdmcmories

[judethejudas]

‘Male Validation’ MW2 Soap x Trans! Male! Reader Smut

You’re new to the force but things don’t go as planned when you’ve been outed to the entire base.

Luckily someone has your back.

WARNING: transphobia, sexual themes, swearing, violence, discrimination. MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI

(L/n) = Last name

“So, (l/n), you still got your lady bits down there?”

You felt your body being shoved against the wall, grunting in pain as you knew that was going to leave a nasty bruise.

Two men, who you were going to be deployed with and risk your lives together for the sake of your country, were being transphobic assholes.

You couldn’t believe it. Three years on testosterone and going through surgical operations to be comfortable in your own body. And for what? So the medical examiners could gossip and out you to the rest of the force?

“You’re real sick, you know that? What kind of woman gets all that shit done to them to look like a guy?”

“If any of my kids did what you did, I’d throw their sorry ass out in the streets and let ‘em rot out there.”

Now you’ve heard enough. No kid deserved to be treated like that. You certainly didn’t deserve it. You gritted your teeth and balled up your first, before putting all your strength into punching the nearest prick.

You landed him right in the jaw and he fell to the floor, clutching his face in pain.

“You’re gonna regret that one, tranny.” The man spit out viciously, before he abruptly left the floor and tackled you to the wall. He was about to kick your shit in.. real fucking bad.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

A man with a heavy Scottish accent growled out. All three of you looked the left and saw sergeant John Mactavish, or Soap as many referred to him.

One scary motherfucker.

The man who was holding you against the wall immediately backed off.

“Hey.. sergeant. You’re never gonna believe this but private (l/n)? Heh.. well, he’s actually a she.”

Soap stood there for a moment in silence, staring at you and squinting his eyes a little. It looked like he was glaring.

Oh shit, was he going to have a turn at beating your ass too?

He took a few steps forward.

But not to you.

He grabbed hold of the man who assaulted you by his hair and forcefully pulled him back to you.

“Does that look like a fucking woman to you, private?”

“Sir, I promise she’s-“

Soap threw him against the wall and he hit his head, tumbling to the floor.

The other man who was with him immediately went to help him up, finding that his friend was bleeding from the head.

“Hey! You can’t just-“

“Oh, but I can.”

The man scowled at Soap but didn’t give a reply.

“Man, woman, it doesn’t fucking matter when you’re out there on the field. But you remember the way you treated private (l/n) when you’re in a tight spot and need his help. You got that, you little cunts? Because he might not be so kind as to forgive this little incident. I know I fuckin’ wouldn’t.”

The men scurried off as soon as Soap finished lecturing them.

“Thank you, sergeant.”

“Come on, I need a drink.”

__________

The two of you were in his room.

He had poured you both two glasses of whiskey, to which you drank yours slowly and he downed his in one go. His glass was filled and he had a chance to speak his mind.

“I’ll be honest, (l/n). I can’t say I quite understand what you’ve been through or what you’ve done. But I know that no one should be treated like that. Especially when you have to count on each other as soon as you’re out there fighting.”

You stared down at your glass, seeing your reflection in the brown liquid and frowning. You just wanted to be respected and seen as the man you knew you were.

And it hurt knowing that half the base knew you weren’t born one.

“I can’t change who I am. I’ve been wishing for that almost all my life. I just couldn’t be happy with the person I was pretending to be so.. I started hormones and I got the surgeries. But it seems like a waste now.”

“Doesn’t look like a waste to me. I see a man, through and through. But..”

You looked back at him when he said the last word and became worried about what he would say.

“…Do the doctors just get someone else’s cock and stick it on to you or what?”

You nearly choked on the whiskey but you quickly recovered to burst out laughing.

And Soap was chuckling too.

“No- no, uh, it’s a long procedure and it takes a few of them to make it look even remotely real but uh.. no recycled penises.” You had to stifle your laughter to even explain to him what the surgeons did for you.

“So.. it works then?”

“I’d say it works very well, sergeant. Thank you for asking.”

“Hey I just had to make sure, alright? I’m new to this sort of thing.”

The two of you laughed and talked for more than an hour. Filling yourselves up on the whiskey until the bottle was completely empty. You talked about your life and transition journey and he talked about Task 141, all the things he’s seen and been through.

But as you got drunker, the topics would become less.. professional.

“So, sorry to be on the subject of your willy again but..”

“You want to see it?”

“Is that gay if I kinda do?”

“We both have socks on so I think we’re safe.”

The two of you laughed some more and you stood up from your seat, unzipping your pants and showing what you got.

“…”

“…”

“You must be pretty popular with the ladies at home then.”

You blushed and quickly put yourself away, fixing your pants and clearing your throat.

“Uh yeah, best thing about phalloplasty is that you can choose your size. Heh.”

“You wanna see mine?”

Now that caught you off guard. You had to stop your jaw from hitting the floor so you gave a casual ‘sure’ to your sergeant.

You had to play it cool or he would get a whiff of your wiles.

Not only were you a trans man, but you were incredibly gay.

John set his glass down on the table but didn’t get up from his seat. His hand unzipped his pants and he let out his half hard cock, which was quite the delectable size. 7 inches and you knew he could get bigger with some help from you..

Wait. He was hard?

You bit your lip, your hand gripping your pocket harshly. You couldn’t let yourself get aroused too.

“Come here, private. I won’t bite.”

“Sir..?” You let out a shaky breath. Maybe the whiskey did a little more than you thought. “I..”

“I believe I gave you an order just now,

didn’t I, lad?

Now that made you horny.

You felt your lower parts tingling when you walked up to him.

“Unzip yourself again.”

Your breathing quickened as you did as you were told, pulling out your cock again and taking a seat in his lap.

“I think you’ll do well with us, private. You’re good at following commands.” He mumbled in your ear and you could smell the harsh alcohol on his breath as he spoke.

“Sir-“

You were cut off quickly when you felt his hand on your dick.

You gasped as he started stroking it and you quickly covered your mouth.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He said, his free hand coming up to hold yours away from your lips.

Which reminded him..

His lips leaned in to touch yours and you moaned slightly, quickly accepting his tongue that prodded your bottom lip.

The two of you kissed passionately as his hand kept stroking your dick. You felt a bit more braver and took hold of his too.

He grunted against your mouth when your fingers wrapped around his length and jerked him off as well.

He pulled away from the kiss to messily suck on your neck. You were already moaning and squirming a little in his lap with all the attention you were getting from him.

“Hhnn, John.. please.”

“Please what?”

“…Please fuck me.”

Soap leaned away from your throat to give you another kiss, taking your hand off his cock and holding you from your ass soon after.

Then he stood up to go to the desk and lay you on top of it. But not before he took off your shirt.

Your top surgery scars were healed but still a bit prominent. Usually you used makeup to cover them but had forgotten this time.

You covered your chest and looked away.

“Show me.”

You looked at John with a worried look, and found acceptance in his.

There was no reason to hide from him.

You took away your arms and trembled when Soap leaned down to kiss your scars.

The tears welled up in your eyes and you tried not to cry.

Then jolted a little when you felt his lips wrap around your nipple.

And gave it a few sucks.

You moaned and arched your back into his mouth, whining out his name.

He smirked and pulled away as you breathed heavily, staring at him as he took off his shirt and pulled his pants down to his feet. His cock was 8.5 inches now and very thick.

You were practically drooling at the sight.

John spit in his hand and stroked his dick to lube himself. He also made you suck on his fingers to coat them, since you’d need a bit of prep yourself.

He felt it was good enough and took his fingers out and brought them down to your ass.

He stuck one in and your breathing hitched. You felt it moving in and out for a minute before feeling the other.

Your hand travelled down to stroke your cock, moving your head from side to side quickly as the pleasure was building up. It felt so good and you knew you would be getting close.

But then you felt empty all of a sudden.

You quickly looked at John and whimpered, who could only laugh.

“It’s alright, I figured you’d want something else about now..”

You felt the head of his cock at your entrance and gasped as he pushed in.

It hurt, he was bigger than what you were used to so you had to bite your fist.

“I’m almost all in.. just hold on for me, lad.” John shuddered as he kept burying his cock deeper inside you until you were fully bottomed out.

“Fuck..” He groaned, and started thrusting into you slowly.

“Mmhh, John.. it’s too big..!” You moaned against your hand, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you couldn’t handle it.

“I know you can take it, pretty boy. Don’t give up yet.”

You whined like a puppy, but you didn’t want to disappoint John, and it was actually starting to feel better.

But you were going to be so sore tomorrow.

Soap’s pace was getting faster now and he held your legs, moving them up to go over his broad shoulders.

You looked so submissive underneath him.

It turned him on.

It encouraged the Scottish man to keep pounding into your ass. You could only moan with every bounce against his dick and scratch against the wood of the desk.

The way your heat clenched around him was getting to be too much.

John pulled his cock out and spurted cum all over your stomach.

You came on yourself as well, soon after the other man did.

John stared down at you, panting with beads of sweat going down his chest and forehead.

That was the hardest he’s cum in a while.

He gave you a few minutes to catch your breath and then helped you clean up.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes, sir.”

_________

I’d like to apologize for that transphobia in the beginning of the fic. It’s quite heavy and I don’t want to hurt anyone so I am very sorry if I did so.

At least our sweet John is here to comfort. <3