#theres no telling and the odds are really really against you

[s1ll13rg00s3]

One time my car suddenly stopped working and I needed to buy a new one asap, I was about 3.5 years into a relationship that was currently going better than it ever had before so I asked my then boyfriend if he would drive me places so I could look at cars.

The first thing that happened is he made me take a $40 lyft home from work and say stuck in my apartment for the weekend because he was "too tired" (while unemployed), even though i had recently driven an hour each way to pick him up from his previous job at amazon when he had a migraine and took care of him at 5am on the weekend a few months prior. After a few days when he showed up he decided to take over the entire thing, where we would go look at the cars he wanted and he would veto cars I wanted to look at, but I felt like it would be wrong of me to criticize someone who was trying to help me and I was really anxious about the entire situation so i just avoided it.

When we found a car I was approved for financing on he took over the negotiations, pissed off the salesman so I got absolutely fleeced (literally paid sticker price for a car that had been sitting there like a year), and kept undermining me by doing shit like taking the papers out of my hands while I was trying to read them, answering for me when the salesman would ask a question, etc. When I finally (while crying) told him that I appreciated his help and I didn't want him to think I wasn't thankful but he was being MEAN to me, he threw a tantrum and told me I was ungrateful and using him and proceeded to be meaner to me than he had ever been since I had known him.

I had never seen this side of him because I had never actually tried to lean on him for anything. My first car bit the dust on may 28th and on june 10th we were barely speaking, then by june 25th I had changed my phone number and the locks on my apartment, that's how fast it happened lol

Men position themselves culturally and in their own minds as providers and protectors but are incredibly opposed to actually doing either. They see that as "their role" regardless of their actual actions, their egos are so fucking huge that regardless of what they actually have to offer they think that you are trying to use them "she only wants me for my (idea of what he is that has no bearing on reality)". I have been accused of trying to baby trap men I have never had sex with and gold digging men who are broke as fuck and who i never asked for money from >_> the things they say about women are a reflection of their own anxieties

Hate men.

[angelribbon]

˖ ݁ ✶ ⁾ . 𝓐TTENTION WHORE ! ✶ logan howlett

TW : cursing, smut, fem!reader, not proof read, slapping, dubcon, thigh riding, orgasm denial, logan is mean in this ✦: i can match his freak

logan rarely has the energy for your bullshit. he knows you enjoy pissing him off, flirting with other men in front of him, just so he can fuck you stupid later. bullies his cock into you while forcing your head down into the pillows by your hair, slapping your ass till he's sure there's a mark. you'll choke out sobs as he abuses your cervix, a constant push and pull as he slams into you just to pull out and slam into you again. he won't relent until you're all stuffed and leaking with his cum-until he's sure he's fucked the thought of anyone else out of your silly little head and you're all pliant and docile in his arms.

then theres the odd day when he'll just ignore you. lets you have your fun-lets you think you've won with that cheeky twinkle in your eye, until he's carried you home. and you're fine-fucking superb when he sits on the sofa, beer in hand and his eyes focus on the tv and stay there even when you sit on his thigh with petulant eyes-practically begging him to give you something.

he doesnt.

you know he has to be playing with you. that its his fucked up revenge ploy which you swear you wont be joining in. so you suck it up, and keep your mouth shut, even if you're aching for him to even blink at you twice.

you keep your eyes on him as you do it-push yourself against his thigh in nothing less of a pathetic attempt to get him to look at you again. he lets you, though, which you take as some tiny reprieve

(silly, silly girl)

and rut against him faster, harder as you huff out low whimpers and gasps that fall on deaf ears. tears brim in your eyes, falling down your cheeks because pride be damned, you enjoy it. some sick fucked up little part of you craves it-wants him to treat you like you're just some needy slut for him.

and he knows it. knows you cant cum without him, that he's just edging you now, to the point where it fucking hurts.

"l-logan-" you stutter out the words, not even caring how pitiful you sound, needing something to satiate the burn that makes your thighs shake. "'m sorry, swear-"

he clicks his tongue, something of a smile on his lips as he wraps his hands around your waist, bringing you down on him. its embarrassing, borderline concerning really, how much the little movement has you trembling but you doubt you care. it clicks in to that perfect little spot in your head when he moves you against him, giving you adrenaline that makes your head practically spin as you fall against his shoulder.

"pathetic" he mutters as he slaps you lightly on the ass, causing you to squirm in his grasp. “want my attention that bad?”

it’s not a question, thankfully-because you doubt you’d be able to answer with how fuzzy you feel. lips parting open as the knot strings tighter-

you babble mindlessly-tells him how you love him so much-that he’s right-that you do need his attention. that you’re sorry-that you’ll be so fucking good.

which he knows is a lie but he’ll let it go for now

it creeps up on you, let’s ecstasy seep into your veins as you breath stutters, let’s you see fucking stars as he bounces his thigh under you. something of a strangled gasp leaves you when it’s over-when he takes you off of him and kisses your forehead, making you fall asleep with some dazed look in your eyes.

he thinks you really are perfect for him-some pretty little thing so desperate that he thinks you’re almost cute.

( he fucks you again later. assaults your poor cunt over and over until he cums in you. watches as you try and keep it all in-trying to keep your promise. perfect)

[freshxsturniolo]

4th July - Part 5 - chris sturniolo x femreader

pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4

so, how was it?” tara asks, taking a sip of her iced coffee. you can’t hide the blush.

last night had turned out … exactly how you wanted to. somehow you weren’t afraid to admit it but you knew it was quick. you weren’t a prude and it wasn’t the first time you’d slept with someone after not knowing them long but with chris it felt different. usually you fucked, left, and never spoke to them again. you found yourself excited to be in his presence again and he hadn’t left your mind once over the short hours away from him.

you had spent the rest of the evening with his brothers. he had tried to ask them to leave, but you gave him an eye. you enjoyed all 3 of their presences and you weren't about to throw them out of their own home to spend alone time with him.

he was different around them. the same chris but more energetic. a love for his brothers you had never seen between siblings before. but if anything it had only made your feelings for him higher. he was sweet. he was funny. he got on their last nerve. but he loved them dearly and that you could see. the conversation had flown beyond easy with all 3 of them, nick especially. he was the one who you text the most after chris and you could genuinely call him a close friend, and you were not going to pretend you couldn't see his excitement in his eyes and his voice at the prospect of you being there with his youngest triplet brother.

chris had sat with you the whole time, his thighs against yours before he got more comfortable and his hands were thrown over your shoulder, you edging closer to him until you were cradled under the crook of his arm. when he was talking to you, his fingers were rubbing circles around your shoulder before he eventually grabbed hold of your hand, and like two lovesick puppies you played with each others fingers whilst you chatted away.

chris was happy. he'd never bought a girl back to their place and the way matt and nick spoke to you so normally and so freely let him know he wanted more from you than just the odd date and the odd fuck. he felt something for you he hadn't felt before and seeing you so comfortable in his home had only heightened that.

"it was great" you chuckle, and tara lets out a little squeal as she does a little happy dance in her seat. the people behind you turn around to look at her, but she doesn't care.

"i need details." she presses, and you roll your eyes.

"we didn't manage to even eat our food" you admit.

"oh. my. god." she laughing again. "you have to invited him out tonight."

your eyes widen. "fuck" you whisper, picking up your phone immediately.

“what?” tara asks.

“i asked him to top golf later”

theres silence as you type out another messages to chris, but the silence makes you feel uneasy and you divert your eyes to tara. the look on her face tells you everything you need to know.

“don’t start” you whine. but she starts.

“you asked him to top golf? tonight? after seeing him last night?”

you roll your eyes. “you literally just said to invite him out tonight”

her eyes widen. “in a SOCIAL setting.”

you had completely forget about the casual drinks that has been planned for today. there was a group of you and all your friends that like to go to a small bar every month, a place to sit and chat and get casually drunk. in the excitement and lead up to jake’s party for 4th of july and the obvious reasons for chris, it had completely skipped your mind.

"you really like him, dont you" she presses, and you put your phone down before you even finish typing out your message.

you look at your best friend for a second, turning a shade of red. "am i doing too much?" you ask, fear in your mind now that maybe this was quick, and maybe it would end badly. but chris wanted it as bad as you. didn't he?

tara smiles. "no. not at all."

you smile back and let out a breath of fresh air, before you groan and put your hands to your face. tara erupts into laughter.

yes. you were down bad. you WERE pinning for him.

"what where you just about to text him?" she presses on, and you sigh as you pick up your phone again.

"just that i forgot i had plans and if we could do tomorrow, maybe."

"NO" tara shakes her head, mouth full of coffee. you stare at her whilst she composes herself. "absolutely not. go"

"are you sure? i dont wanna blow you guys off for a guy"

she rolls her eyes. "hes not just a guy tho is he, he's chris sturniolo and my best friend is in love"

you hold your finger out to her immediately. "too fucking far"

she erupts into laughter. "put the damn phone down," she says now. "go, and if it goes well, tell him we're all out and come join us"

you look at your phone, message half typed out, before blowing out a sigh and deleting it.

"okay. yeah. okay."

tara squeals again, and you can't hide the rush of excitement that rushes over you.

TAGLIST : @spencerstits @chrissturnsss @slut4chriss @valkatriee @sturnsjtop @viiiwwwee @gwennysturniolo @melanch0lybby @sturnioloblues @mattstrombolii @sturnsbella @hearteyes4chris @le4hsblog @nervoussagittarius @chrissypook @sarosfilms @somegirlfromasgard @carringtonsgirlfriend @h3arts4harry

[sharpth1ng]

In less than a 2 week period between August and September, 6 Indigenous people were killed by police in my country.

One of them was 15 year old and he called the police because he thought he was going to be attacked by some people who were following him. He called for help, and the police showed up and shot him.

Another, a man from same nation as me was killed during a wellness check. Again, he called for help and the police shot him.

And the worst part is that none of this is new. This has been happening forever, and it's not just the cops killing Indigenous people in North America.

All over there are reservations who haven't had access to clean drinking water in years, because industry is allowed to pollute their water supply. Treaties are constantly broken, land constantly encroached on and abused. Indigenous women and 2 spirit people going missing and being murdered at alarming rates with no real attempt at investigation. Indigenous people dying alone from medical neglect and being abused in hospitals.

Next week I am going to a memorial walk for a 22 year old woman who died from medical neglect. She went to the hospital with meningitis and the doctors profiled her as a drug user because she had traditional tattoos, and apparently to them that meant she didn't deserve equal care. By the mere fact that I'm mixed my skin is lighter than hers, and that means I can get good care at a hospital when she couldn't.

It hurts, and I'm scared for the people I love.

Over and over colonial governments apologize in passing and make wordy commitments to "change" which amounts to giving us a day of remembrance and basically nothing else. That day of remembrance is today and I don't feel much more than rage right now.

If you like my work, if you've appreciated my fics or been touched in any way by my writing I would really appreciate if you would sign any of these petitions. I don't care which nation you choose to support, all need help and support to recover from the years of abuse and colonialism that continues to this day.

If you are North American, find out whose ancestral territory you are living on- odds are it's unsurrendered. Take time to understand the treaty rights of Indigenous groups in your area and acknowledge when they are broken so you can hold your representatives accountable. If there are memorial walks, healing walks or protests near you, go to them. Speak up against industrial invasions on Indigenous land and remember the names of the people who are killed or who go missing.

And the next time you hear someone saying theres only two genders tell them they're being fucking racist.

[ilwonuu]

like or like like

↬ lee chan

tell me how you feel about me. do you like or like like me?

𓇗 pairing- neighbor!chan x fem!reader, dom!reader x sub!chan, neighbors to friends to lovers??

𓇗 summary- you befriend the next door neighbor hopefully to get closer to him. but the cute boy is just too much to resist.

𓇗 warnings- smut with plot, masturbation(chan), shower sex, unprotected sex(he pulls out tho, chan is kinda shy towards reader, dirty talk, kissing, pet names (channie lots of channie,,,,), reader has a crush on chan, lmk what else

𓇗 a/n- this is kinda long,,,anyways i hope you all enjoy!!!

you have a little obsession with lee chan and you didn’t know anything about the boy who lives in the house next to you. you know that he has a lot of guy friends that come over weekly. you know that he’s some sort of athlete or dancer. you catch him coming home in his workout clothes,,looking slightly sweaty.

you know it might be a little odd to like someone you have never had a full conversation with but,,, you have formed a little crush. you’ve talked to him a few times. exchanging names once, “good morning”s every now and then. your bedrooms are right across each other coincidentally.

you have seen the boy shirtless multiple times. that picture staying in your mind a lot of the time. you know the boys schedule, knowing when he would leave for the day and when he would return home. you watch from your window trying to be subtle of course.

you are not trying to be creepy, really. you just have terrible social skills. you can admire the boy from a far right? because how could you possibly ask the boy on a date? he doesn’t even know you that well, he would definitely say no. or that’s what you thought. he seems too cool for you, too attractive.

those thoughts are gone quickly. you don’t even know how you got here. knocking on his door while you wait for the boy to open the door. you knew he was alone now,, you watching quietly waiting for his friends to leave. you don’t know where you got the confidence to even walk out of your house.

it took him a couple minutes to open the door. “shua i thought i told you not to leave any- thing. oh uh hi.” he says looking at you while he opens the door. he was just as shocked to see you there just as much as you. he has seen you of course. he never thought you would talk to him other that the few times you did. he couldn’t fully look you in eyes though.

“hi. sorry to bother.” you say with a smile. he’s slightly leaning against the door. he has a loose shirt on as he grips the door tighter. your eyes are looking over the boys figure causing him to blush a little. he really hopes you don’t see it.

“uh- no! you’re not bothering at all. do you need something?” you pout a little at his question. “well- not really. this is kind of weird but would you want to friends? i don’t have many around- just trying to be friendly. i know we’ve talked a few times so i thought why not.” you smile at him and he returns the smile.

“oh- of course! i would love to.” he is shocked but relieved for some reason. he can’t deny that he’s beyond attracted to you. “are you busy? like now?” your question catches him off guard a little he looks around a little and shakes his head. “not at all. um- come in? if you want of course- i don’t know what you had in mind-“ your laugh cutting him off.

“yes is that okay? we can always go to mine.” he steps to the side so you can come in. “i do have a roommate- he isn’t here but he might come home later.” he says nervously with a smile. “this is so tense- i’m sorry if this is making you uncomfortable.” you sigh trying to ease the awkwardness.

“no no im not uncomfortable- i just don’t really hangout with- you’re just really pretty it’s intimidating.” he doesn’t know where he got the courage to say that. but he already said it so theres no going back now. you were surprised at his confession. “thank you chan- you’re pretty too.” you laugh a little causing him to join you, laughing as well. his face turns bright red after though. you don’t fail to notice.

“you’re really cute chan.” you look him up and down with a slight smirk. “u-uh t-thank you.” you just smirk at his stuttering, while he is now embarrassed. he doesn’t know why you’re making him this nervous. you guys have talked before. “do you want to go get some ice cream chan?” you smile holding up your wallet.

“yea that’s sounds fun. let me just put on a hoodie and some shoes.” he smiles back running up to his room. you take the short amount of time to look around a little. looking at the photos of him and 12 other guys. you smile at how happy he looks with them. he has plenty of photos of them together. you smiling harder after looking at all the photos he has on the wall, not realizing chan has returned.

“sorry that took longer than i thought.” you gasp a little at his voice. you turn around quickly seeing him looking too good for your mental health. your breath catches in your throat when you take in his appearance. he has on grey sweats with a hoodie. he has a loose chain around his neck and his hair is messy.

you stare at him for too long when you finally realize you’ve been staring. you look down at your feet clear your throat. “you’re fine don’t worry.” you try to shake off the embarrassing feeling. he doesn’t seem to mind the staring tho. he blushes a little. “you ready?” you ask with a excited smile. “yea! lets go.” he smiles at you following you out the door.

ice cream was one of the best decisions you have had. you two finally coming out of your shells. of course food will help with that. you learning a bunch of things about chan. he was a dancer with the 12 other guys.

he told you all about his home life, you doing the same. you two realized how much had in common, from your favorite movies to favorite artists. you are mentally thanking yourself for finding the confidence to talk to the boy.

you knew being friends with him is just gonna make it harder for you to not like the boy. but you just like the boy. wait like or like like? whatever you need to stop thinking about it. and this is how it starts.

after that day you and chan had became really great friends. him always coming over weekly and you doing the same. you two loved each others company. he even started inviting you to his hangouts with the rest of his friends. you loved being introduced to them. they were all very sweet and very attractive you can’t lie. but you still think chan is the cutest. his laugh making you like him more and more. why? you have no idea. actually that is a complete lie. you knew exactly why you liked chan so much. he was sweet, caring, shy(mostly with you), and such a cutie.

you have to still stop yourself from staring too much as you guys are more than just neighbors now. but could you blame yourself? he was perfect. you wanted him more than anything. you see the way he looks at you too sometimes. but you’re still not sure if you should bring it up. you try to shake the thought as the boy arrives at your house.

“hi! i brought more ice cream. like when we first became friends!” he says holding up the ice cream stepping inside. you smile at how comfortable he’s gotten over the period of time you’ve been friends. “you read my mind chan. i was craving ice cream.” you smile grabbing the ice cream from him running to the kitchen.

he just smiles at your actions following you. you grab two bowls scooping some into a bowl for you guys. “you look nice today chan.” you blurt out handing him a spoon. he blushes at your words and your hand brushing against his slightly.

“o-oh really? thank you.” he takes a look at himself before taking a bite of his ice cream. you love how easy you can fluster the boy. you don’t take your eyes off him as he takes his bite. “good?” you question with a smile. he nods quickly shifting slightly. “what should we do?” he asks sitting on your couch. you join him with a smile.

“i have no idea. we could watch a movie?” you laugh at your suggestion knowing you guys always watch movies. he nods though agreeing with your suggestion. “want to watch a romcom this time? we always watch just funny or just scary movies.” you say trying to cover up the real reason. you knew he would get a little flustered by the movie choice. he just nods. he’s scared his own words would betray him. he cannot afford to stutter in front of you again. you put on the movie grabbing a blanket.

“scoot closer!” you tease pulling him closer to you. “blanket?” you offer some your blanket. he nods quickly looking at you. you just smile pulling the blanket over you two. he blushes at the small gesture for what he thinks is the hundred time you have him blushing. you two watch the movie. a suggestive scene coming on causing chan to shift a little. you act like you don’t notice at first until he shifts again.

“channie you okay?” you have never called him that before. his face heats up a brighter red. he can’t face you he knows he’ll give what he’s thinking away. “u-uh yea i’m fine!” he says still not looking your way. “channie.” you put your hand on his shoulder. he’s startled at your sudden touch but still won’t look you in the eyes.

“channie look at me.” you say with a half smile. he looks at you softly hoping with the dim light you won’t see his blush. “are you okay? want to turn it off?” you ask rubbing his arm gently. “y-yes. it’s okay.” he says looking at your lips slightly. you smirk at his gaze and turn back to the movie. you pretend not to notice his gaze as you watch. the movie ends rather quickly after that. you and chan sighing in relief at that.

“you gonna head home?” he smiles and nods. “i think so yea- i told wonwoo we would play tonight.” he lies so that you will let him slip away quicker. he just really needs to get alone for,,,reasons. “well goodnight! i’ll see you tomorrow?” you pull him into a side hug. “y-yea see you.” he smiles quickly making his way back home. he sighs as he sees wonwoo isn’t home. he is quick to run to his room. his thoughts are clouded by you as he climbs into bed.

“fuck.” he hisses as he looks down to see his erection standing tall. he palms his dick through his pants. he sighs at the relief of pleasure. he looks up at his window seeing you in your room. he can see you laying on your bed. but what he doesn’t know is that you know he’s watching. you move in a certain way just for him.

he pulls his dick out of his pants as he watches you. you think you should tease him a little more. you slowly undress in front of the window. he grabs his dick slowly stroking as he watches you. “s-shit-“ he doesn’t know how but after a couple more strokes he’s coming all over his hand and shirt.

“fuck fuck-“ his chest heaves as he sees you close your curtains so you can no longer see him. he sighs and cleans himself up. he hears wonwoo come home 30 minutes later. chan just really can’t wait until he sees you tomorrow. you feel the same.

you wake up from a text from chan.

channie🦦- do you want to come have breakfast with me and wonwoo? he offered (and cooked lol)

you- of course! i just woke up but i can come in like 15 minutes.

channie🦦- great! see you soon :)

you smile to yourself practically running to quickly get ready and rush out the door. you knock on the door and chan opens it. “good morning.” he smiles at you as you come in.

“good morning! hi wonwoo!” you smile at the boy in the kitchen. “hi y/n. glad you could come.” he smiles as he hands you the plate of food. “thank you! smells good.” you smile looking at the breakfast as you sit down to eat.

“so you guys have plans today?” wonwoo asks looking at both of you. “hm i’m not sure. we don’t really do much- probably just going to hangout here?” chan asks looking at you for confirmation. you nod with a smile.

“okay! well im probably gonna head out to mingyu’s. he’s having problems with this person he likes. good to see you y/n! bye chan see you later.” he smiles at both of you before waving at both of you before he’s gone. chan sighs in relief but tries not to have you notice. you finish your breakfast putting your dishes away.

“want to swim?” he suggests as you face lights up. “i thought you’d never ask!! let me go get my swimsuit!” you sprint to your house. chan just laughs as he waits for you. he quickly changes into his swimsuit before looking in the mirror.

“you better not get a boner. why did i suggest swimming?” he sighs. “i’m fucking talking to myself!” he scoffs and walks back into his living room. he’s met with you returning to his house in a swimsuit cover. it’s mesh so it doesn’t cover your bathing suit. chan likes it that say though. so much that he doesn’t realize your words or that he’s been staring. “like what you see?” you tease him as you see him look away from you. “s-shut up.” he rolls his eyes grabbing two towels for you both.

“i’m just teasing channie- you can stare all you want!” you smile as you follow him outside. he doesn’t respond to that simply because he doesn’t know what he’d say. he sets the towels down as he tries not to watch you take off your swimsuit cover up. he’s watching subtly he hopes. you jump into the pool getting water on the boy from your splash.

“ahh! what the heck! i wasn’t ready!” he playfully pouts as he takes off his now wet shirt. now it’s your time to stare. you being shameless about it. he blushes at your gaze looking away from you. “get in!” you yell out to him as you splash him again.

“okay! okay!” he laughs as he gets in slowly. but you’re not gonna have that. you yank him to you gently causing him to fall off the steps and fully into the water. you laugh at his shocked face. as he comes back up. “i was getting in!” he splashes you playfully rolling his eyes.

“too slowly though.” you smirk at him. “should we play mermaids?” you laugh a little with a smile. “i’ve never played.” he confesses causing you to gasp at him. “are you serious? we can’t be friends.” you laugh. the two of you are in the water for hours. extremely exhausted as you guys practically are just drifting in the water. you were having a great time with him but now you’re feeling a little bored.

“should we go inside?” he asks looking at your tired expression. you nod quickly getting out with chan following you. “i’m gonna shower if thats okay? i don’t want to smell like chlorine.” he laughs a little. you think for a moment,,debating if you should say this. you two get back insane as you finally respond.

“can i join?” you say with an innocent smile. “w-what?” he looks at you blankly as he already blushes a little. “channie- i see the way you look at me. i want you too.” he is beyond shocked at your words. “are you messing with me? that’s not funn-“ you shake your head.

“chan. can i kiss you?” you ask looking at his lips. he nods very quick as you pull him into a kiss. both of you moaning into the kiss. you two wanted this for longer than you thought. you pull away with a smile. “still want to shower?” he nods as you lead him to his bathroom. “don’t be shy- i want to see you.” his face is super red again.

“o-okay.” he takes his swimsuit and boxers off as he leans back to start the water. “you’re so cute channie.” you smile at him as you place a kiss on his cheek. you lean back and start undressing until you notice him looking away. “channie- you won’t look at me now but you’ll watch me through your window? so mean.” you pout as you finish undressing. he’s shocked at your words.

“i-what? y-you saw me? i’m- sorry. i didn’t mean-“ he’s scrambling over his words as he looks away from you again. “chan it’s okay- i liked that you were watching- i’ve watched you too.” you confess as you walk closer to him. he sighs in relief. “o-okay.” he smiles a little. “let’s get in?” you pull him in behind you. turning to him as you guys let the water run over you.

“can i make you feel good channie? do you want to feel me?” you smile as you start to kiss his neck. “p-please- n-need you.” he moans a little at your kisses. “don’t hide your sounds channie. i want to hear how good i make you feel.” he nods as he feels your hands inch down his body. “this okay?” you ask as you grab ahold of his erection.

“yea- y-yes please just touch me.” his words coming out as a whine. “of course channie- you’ll be a good boy for me?” you start to move your hand against. the movements and the nickname causing him to whimper a little. he was extremely embarrassed at the affect you have on him. but he didn’t care enough to show it. he was so lost in pleasure. “words channie.” you tease as you kiss his neck again.

“so g-good- i’ll be good for you.” he moans out until he feels your hands leave his body. “w-why’d you stop?” he looks at you softly with his cheeks still painted with slight blush. “can you fuck me channie?” he nods quickly as he sees you leaning back against the shower wall. “want to feel you so bad.” he nods as he moves in between your legs.

you lift your leg to wrap around his waist. “like t-this?” he asks as he lines up with your entrance. “just like this channie-“ you watch as he eagerly pushes inside of you. neither of you taking your eyes off where you connect. his moans are whiny and loud. you love it. “such a good boy for me? fuck- move channie.” he starts to drill his hips into out of desperation.

“o-only for you.” he grips on your hips for stability as he continues to fuck you. “just for me? you’re mine now hm?” he moans louder at your words. “say it chan.” you look into his eyes as he looks down at you.

“y-yours all yours-“ you cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. his hips don’t stop as you kiss. his moans filling the kisses. you pull away from the kiss. “you feel- so fucking good channie-“ he is so focused on making sure you feel good. but he can’t help but to speed his thrusts when he’s close.

“s-shit-“ the sound of his moans and the skin slapping becoming overwhelming. “i’m- coming-“ you nod with his words. “me too channie- don’t stop.” you moan as you cum on his dick. he pulls out of you quickly. he cums all over your stomach as he pants.

“f-uuck.” he says through pants. “you could’ve came inside chan.” you smile as you stand back under the water. “o-oh i didn’t know-“ you laugh at his still flustered state. “it’s okay- there’s always a next time right?” he looks at you confused.

“again? you would want to do this again?” he pushes some of your hair back as you look at him. “yeah channie- i like you. you couldn’t tell?” he shakes his head. “no i didn’t- wait like or like like?” you smile pecking his lips.

“like like.”

[marksbear]

Spencer (or Hotch) x male reader where the reader is suspected for the murder of several women, and when the BAU show up to his house he's wearing shorts and a shirt that says "I ❤️ Submissive Men" ?? — ⚰️

I hope you enjoy it! This was pretty funny to write. and plus I do ❤ submissive men.

SPENCER REID X SUSPECT MALE READER

Y/n was brushing his teeth getting ready to start his day when he heard multiple fast footsteps and sounded like muffled shouting.

"What the hell?" Y/n says before quickly hurrying up and walks out the bathroom hella confused.

"1 2 3!" A voice shouts from outside.

Out of nowhere Y/n's front door gets kicked open multiple FBI/cops point their guns at Y/n shouting at him to put his hands in the air and get on the ground. "Hey! What the hell is going on -" Before Y/n could finish his questions he's tackled from behind onto the ground.

The agent on top of him roughly pins him to the ground hand cuffing him. Some agents begin to tell Y/n his rights as he gets picked up and shoved around until he's outside.

From the distance Y/n looks at his boyfriend team some giving him eyes of disappointment and others giving him "It's okay" look.

Theres a riot of men and women with signs shouting at Y/n throwing things at him. Some even shouted "give him a death penalty" The cops couldn't make it to the cars causing some reporters and news cameramen try to interview Y/n. "Y/n L/n! Is it true that you killed those women!?!" "Why did you kill those women?! And is it true because you did it for fun?" "Y/n! Y/n! Is it true-" Before the woman could ask Y/n any more questions Y/n finally broke. "Can you just shut up! And get out of my way!" After Y/n shouted that the crowd became silent.

"Oh my god." Y/n thinks to himself after realizing what he said. And of course he had to say that to a woman reporter. The cops push past the crowd finally shoving Y/n into the car.

Y/n looks outside the window watching people trying to open the door and people hitting on the glass.

TIMESKIP

Y/n was sitting in the interrogation room tapping his foot impatiently waiting. Y/n already all the tricks. Making the room cold, trying to give him water, using reverse physiology.

"You sure you don't want this water?" A cop asks trying to hand him water. "Look. My boyfriend is a cop, I know all the tricks..." Y/n says rolling his eyes. The cop mumbles something under his breath before walking out letting Hotch and Derek come inside.

"Thank god you two are here. Please don't tell me that the whole world is against me and think I killed those women." Y/n sighs holding his face in his hands.

"Y/n. I'm sorry but all fingers point to you. One of the women escaped before she could have been the eighth. When she described the unsub and drew him it exactly looked like you. They even found some of your DNA act the crime scene." Hotch says sitting down in the chair.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but you have all odds against you now." Derek chips in. Derek looks Y/n up and down trying to read his body language but a stiff laugh escapes his lips.

"I ❤ submissive men? Really Y/n." Derek says looking at Y/n in his shorts and shirt.

"Oh my god... I forgot I was wearing this. The one time I could become famous or something I'm wearing this." Y/n jokes before clearing his throat. "But I do have a alibi." Aaron and Derek side eye each other before nodding their heads at Y/n so he can continue.

"I was with my little step-sister for two weeks for a camping trip with her family. In fact I had just come back hours ago." "Alright... We'll be back to see if you're telling the truth or not." Aaron says while leaving with Derek.

Y/n is alone in the silent room for a while until he hears the door open. "Spencer? Oh thank god baby you're here." Y/n says smiling at him. "I would hug you, but they still got me cuffed-- but you can still kiss me." Y/n says with a smirk.

Spencer rolls his eyes before walking around the table giving Y/n a light kiss on the lips. "What are you wearing?" Spencer asks in disbelief looking at Y/n up and down. "Sorry. If I knew I was getting arrested, I would have looked better." Y/n jokes causing Spencer to smile sweetly at him.

"I ❤ submissive men." Spencer reads out loud. "Mhm I do love submissive men. Especially the one i'm dating~" Y/n teases with a wink.

"The unsub motives were because he was rejected by the women. So it doesn't make sense for you to be here. Especially since you're taken and dating a man. But- somehow the unsub got some of your DNA and most likely threatened the free woman to say its you and---" Before Spencer could get done rambling the door opens.

"Y/n. Your alibi matches up with your story. You're proven innocent and proven that you were set up. But you're not done here just yet." A random agent most likely the Sheriff tells Y/n taking the handcuffs off of him.

"Y/n. What happened after you got home." Derek asks earning a groan from the male in question. "Nothing. But I did bump into some weirdo in the airport." Y/n answers.

Y/n begins to describe what happened with the guy and everything and after being held in the station for a few more hours he was finally released to go back home.

"Finally I can go back home." Y/n breathes out with a sigh before hugging Spencer and giving him a kiss bye. "Bye spence~ When you find this guy call me okay?" "Okay Y/n bye." Spencer kisses him back and walks with him until he's out of the building.

Y/n walks inside his house going into his room and moves the secret panting clicking on a button letting the wall secret door open.

Y/n walks down the stairs looking at his new victim. The woman is so skinny that her bones show as well bruises all over her body. She is on the floor too weak to even sit up. But she knows that her captive is with her.

"I almost got caught. I was inches away from being exposed. Thank god I've been doing this for too long to be caught. Your silly friend tried, but failed. I think you're gonna be my last victim. Lucky number eight."

"Actually- your friend will. After I killed her i'll just keep you alive down here forever and ever. You'll be fed like once a month and you'll drink water every Friday. How does that sound? Oh I forgot I cut your tongue off a long time ago."

THE END

[bestygogirl]

BEST YGO GIRL: FINAL ROUND

please use this as an opportunity to say why you like a character, not why you don't.

Propaganda under the cut!

Isis Ishtar

gorgeous, very caring sister, strong duelist, and the only woman to ever make Seto Kaiba squirm

anyways. not only as mentioned above is she the first woman to make kaiba squirm, but she was by all means going to beat him if not for the millennium rod's millennium interference. yami marik admits that she's a strong duelist with a strategy that's been working for literal years-- and given that she's not like, a professional duelist, thats pretty impressive

she also recently got some really cool meta bumps and let me point out that an "ishizu deck" now includes obelisk the tormentor-- which we knew she had prior to giving it to kaiba, but i think it only solidifies my opinion that she very much could wield an Egyptian God Card, an exclusive little club for top tier duelists

as a character she presents herself with an amazing amount of poise and grace, shes compassionate and kind and stays with mai and serenity even though she only just met them. shes struggling through living the past 5 years of her life drowning in guilt for her family's tragedy just because she wanted to make her little brother happy and shadi is a fucking liar. shes foretold her own death and marches towards it grimly but with so much love in her heart. and even then shes 20 years old and holds an important position in the egyptian government that typically requires a doctorate degree AND has been dealing with mariks off-and-on bullshit entirely by her lonesome. she also likes to flex her fortunetelling a little which is awesome i think she should do that more that scene where she tells the guy exactly how the stele is being transported was so everything

speaking of shes got such an attitude. "is it your destiny to waste my time?" iconic. never seen before will never be seen again. watch the duel between her va and joeys its so fucking funny

shes excult. shes doesnt flinch in the face of god nor death. seto kaiba and yami marik respect her. shes so sad and so sweet and battle city couldnt have happened without her.

also her parallels with kaiba are what motivate kaiba to give yugi the card he needed to beat marik.

kaiba, in duelist kingdom, was ready to jump off a ledge if yugi didnt let him through to face pegasus while trying to save mokuba out of sheer desperation to save his little brother. he KNOWS what that dedication feels like and the iron kind of will you need to have to make that kind of gamble. isis is being so fucking legit with what shes saying and he respects that and her judgement enough to change his mind and not only watch the duel, but give yugi a card that eventually helps him win, even if he has no real confidence in the odds. but theres a CHANCE, which is the same thing he taught her when he beat her in a duel. the layers its her faith that moves him to act. which is so crazy

anyway vote isis shes my best friend forever and a real rep for all the 20 year olds who honest to god did not sign up for this bullshit

Yuzu Hiragi

The entire show would not work if the cast wasn't obsessed with her, and they're all right to stan her, literally gets Sora and Serena to defect from Academia with her sheer charisma, beat Masumi at their gay little rivalry, Yugo spends a few days with her and is ready to die for her, Yuya is simply just the loudest about adoring her And why not? She is so clever and determined, doing the most work out of anyone to figure out the myth plot. Actively trains to keep up with the rest of cast. Even when the universe is conspiring against her and trying to keep her down, she fucking headbutts Roger and tells him off or manifests to help save the world in the ultimate girlboss team-up that was the Arc V finale. Truly any dimension without her is worth upending.

The mysterious magical bracelet that isekai's her to different worlds, the Can-Do attitude, the cool poses (fusion summoning), the ADORABLE character design, AND she was 1/4 of a world-saving hero in the past?? If it weren't for the meddling writers, she would have been the main character

yuzu is everything. literally the plot of arc v hinges on the fact everyone who meets her become just as obsessed with her. and they are totally right to do so

[shoezuki]

random ass sampo and gepard (mostly sampo) headcanons to curb my writing itch and also to get out of my fucking head:

sampo is extremely self-dependent. he crafts his own bombs and weapons, is handy with repairing relics or creating mock ones, he stitches himself up and patches his own wounds, he mends his clothes, cooks his own food, can find ways to make money no matter where he is, knows how to get into the right conversations and social circles, can dismantle and hack robots or security systems

its kinda to a concerning degree, how self sustaining he can be. but its all part of the play to him. he has to be able to take on any role anyways, right?

sampo really, really, really really likes being the center of Gepard's attention; he delights in the fact that gepard is extremely possessive of the investigation and arrest attempts against him

kids are sampo's weakness; adults are liars and have their own masks, but kids are just as they are and that tends to get to him.

he constantly finds himself taking some time to play hide and seek or mess around with Hook and the moles

he unconciously will pocket useless trinkets or toys he finds when pillaging around the cold plains and the ruins around belebog, which he will hide around for the moles to 'find'

once, gepard found sampo sneaking around the overworld back alleys and went to corner and arrest him. but he stopped and hung back when he saw sampo scare a kid around a pile of boxes, saying 'i finally found you, kid! youre the last one it' and proceeding to chase play hide and seek with a bunch of school kids who just got out of class.

gepard watches for a bit. its one of the few instances where he lets sampo go without trying to bring him to justice

It happens a few times on the odd patrols gepard takes into the underworld. Gepard stays back and just. Watches. Every time. He hopes sampo doesnt notice him.

Gepard is very very insistent on bring sampo to justice. He handles all things regarding him, assesses and investigates any criminal activity that Might even be related to sampo. He has sampo's case file in his office and all reports of sighting sampo go to him. Its not supposed to be his responsibility but its just something thats an unspoken rule in Qlipoth fort now

If gepard isnt assigned to a case investigating sampo, he'll show up to 'assess the situation' anyways

Despite how intense gepard is on arresting sampo. He just... keeps letting him get away with things.

He'll see sampo play with kids, catches him hanging around helping natasha. He could corner sampo during their chases, he could lash out and freeze him in place on more than one occasion.

He's started getting used to Sampo's smoke bombs, learns the small tells when sampo is going to throw one. It doesnt choke him up anymore but he still coughs as if it does

Once on a routine patrol around the outskirts of belobog he stumbled (literally) on a heavy metal trapdoor that led down into an abandoned mine. Gepard shouldve alerted others, shouldve blocked it off and cut off one of sampos escape routes. But without thinking he covers it with snow before other guards notice.

It drives gepard insane. He doesnt understand it. He knows so many of sampos tricks, where he usually vanishes, knows where and when he'll appear. Hes found hints of his hideouts underground, out in the snow plains. He could arrest him. He could.

Gepard pulls back every time. He 'slips up', hesitates before slapping cuffs around sampo's wrists

The thing is. He'd miss the chase.

Sometimes, when gepard is exhausted and nearly falling asleep on his feet, he'll find still warm cups of coffee left at his secondary office at the front lines

Gepard thanks dunn and some other silvermane guards stationed with him, but none of them know what hes talking about.

Theres drawings on the paper cups, on the lids, smiley faces and swirly hearts. Gepard realizes its from sampo and it makes him feel. Strange. Its the best coffee hes ever had

[nixie-writes-aot]

Reactions to S/O with Abusive Family

Warnings: mentioned abuse, abuse of power/status, hurt/comfort, fluff

Characters: Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Zeke Yeager

Author's Note: This was written purely because I wanted some hurt/comfort fjndkdmd. There are two other parts because theres like 9 characters I wrote this for

Reiner Braun

Oh boy

Family is something that means a lot to Reiner. Especially s4 Reiner. He would do anything to protect his own so someone hurting their family member?

He can't fathom it

Reiner just wants to hold you close, shield you from everything that would dare even try to hurt you

Reiner is a broken man in many aspects but you make him feel whole, you make everything okay do seeing you hurt is not something that Reiner ever wants

When you come to him? Hurt and even scared? He wants to know why, he wants you to know he's there and always will be

Reiner is stunned when you tell him the stories, the way you feel around your family, how you felt the end to always always apologize or people please just to avoid conflict

Reiner decided then and there that he hated your family, that there was no excusing how they had been adults around you and instead of nurturing you, destroyed any semblance of a child that had existed within you

He pulls you close, enveloping you in a hug and let you sob and cry into his chest

Reiner had decided he would do anything just to help you move on from them

Although Reiner could barely hide his relief and a touch of disappointment when you said you hadn't seen them in years

Reiner was half tempted to mention his desire to make them suffer using his rank as Vice Chief but opts to keep that from you. For the moment, at least. Time and place and all

Bertholdt Hoover

When you tell him, Bertholdt is quiet at first. He's the kind to process things a touch slowly 

But he is horrified

Bertholdt became a Warrior for his sick father, not unlike Pieck, so when you tell him that you admire that but could never do the same for your family? That some fathers never earn the love of their children?? Bertholdt is stunned

Not because of the "but family is family" bullshit no no. Bertholdt is stunned at how you're opening up and with him of all people and the fact that anyone would dare hurt you

Bertholdt mutters about wanting to hurt them for hurting you

This is a man who was pushed into killing hundreds just because he was convinced that Eldians were devils and those who were on the island were the worst of the worst 

You can't tell me when faced with the story of how your abusers are still alive, he would be kind

Well. To you, he is kind

To them? He wants to feed them to the titans

Bertholdt slowly but surely pulls you close, buring his face in your chest and whispering positive affirmations that you are worth loving, deserved so much better, and are one of the best people he had ever met

Zeke Jeager

When you tell Zeke about it, he remembers his own parents

How only his grandparents earned his love and how his father especially received his ire

In Zeke's mind, Tom Ksaver is still his real father. Even if he had to eat him in the long run

Zeke is an odd man and he doesn't really emote much but he takes a hit off his cigarette, puts it out and turns to you. Zeke offers you a sympathetic nod, an apology, and pulls you close

Zeke, unlike Reiner, would absolutely use his position as the Warchief against the people who hurt you most

Zeke would lull you to sleep, letting you sleep in his bed and feel all the perks he gets as a Warchief that can actually speak during meetings with Marleyans 

His sweet nothings persistent until you've drifted away and then he steps out, probably finds Yelena while he leans beside him with a cigarette

"Find two people for me. Full name and everything, then frame them. Make them suffer. They've hurt someone I care about greatly."

Yelena doesn't even have to ask who that person is, she knows its you so she does so without question nor fail 

When you hear the news, you climb into his lap and sigh, kissing him sweetly and thanking him for the small amount of justice you get to see served

Zeke would do just about anything for you, he's sure of that much

[freakinator]

sorry im gonna yap in here bc i feel like you might get it

the way kab treats zam drives me up the WALLS. he doesnt owe her SHIT. kab MADE THE CHOICE to open up zam, sure, but the way she acts like that means he's obligated to follow her to the ends of the earth and tell her everything. holy shit. admittedly i havent seen kabs stream from today yet so i dont know what the fuck was going through her head but the way she got upset at him for not wanting her help with HIS mental health (???) is crazy.

"i cant spend my energy on you when you dont want to be helped" Zam, who deadass doesnt think theres anything wrong and has no fucking idea where this I Can Fix You shit came from:

feel free to ignore this btw im just watching the vod and i keep pausing to stand and walk around the room and say "you dont owe her shit" out loud

no i get it anon, the thing about kab is that she seems to think she can fix zam — not in a direct way like vi or minute but in a trying to become his therapist friend way which is Wild to say the least

she shares two things in common with vi and minute in regards to zam: 1. they care about him. a lot. and because of that they 2. impose what they think is best for him upon him despite the fact that he neither wants nor has asked for any of it, but they do it cause they care and they want whats best for him and they want to show it but in that desire to show him they care they instead end up being really fucking ableist to him

like theres a reason why i said the ppl who love zam the most are also the ones who are the most ableist to him and this is part of the reason why, because they think love and care and effort is enough to help someone become "better" without taking into account that everyone is an individual and not all methods work

vi is a more complicated situation than the other two cause a lot of miscommunication between them was borne out of an impossible compromise that they tried their hardest to reconcile but never could, but with minute and kab zam has said to them to their faces that he doesnt need or want their help (at least not the kind they offer) and yet still they keep doing what they thought is best for him (for parasocial reasons for minute and for attempt at connections reasons for kab)

and the thing is the reason they kept imposing their care upon him is cause of this distorted image they have of him: vi thought zam was mentally ill and just needed to be coddled to feel better, minutes image of zam as a hero who fought even against impossible odds got shattered when he realized zam was no longer the person he used to be, and kab thinks zam is an emotionally closed off self-pitying hypocrite who never puts in any effort in their relationship together

this screenshot of one of her chatters (whose sentiment she agreed with btw) explains why kab infantilizes him so much i think (explains as in its how she thinks of him)

[konnoiseur]

God, so I'm rewatching the Deathstalker fight right? And I'm just noticing how brave Jaune is??? Like, it's not much and maybe I'm reading too much into it but Jaune's little "Man, we gotta get over there! They need help!" line just tells you so much about him like??? Even though he is well aware that he isn't the best of fighters, he's still so willing to throw himself against this GIANT fucking scorpion monster. It's making me emotional.

I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU *GET* ME!!!!! like he literally JUST SAID "run and live! thats an idea i can get behind" but the SECOND it looks like these other students- because really only ruby is his FRIEND the rest are just his fellow students theyre not even on teams yet- he immediately, *instinctively* wants to protect them and THAT is the core of jaune arc. he just wants to help people. he just wants to protect his friends.

hes TERRIFIED in this moment, by far the weakest member, but he has HEART. people act like him cheating into beacon is something to hold against him but like. this isnt a college or academics course, where hes taking up a spot that could go to someone more deserving, this is a HUNTSMAN academy and to me (and to ozpin i reckon) that willingness to throw yourself on the line for your fellow people? that willingness to take risks just to do some good in this world? that drive to protect people from monsters?? those are all qualities that the best hunters should have; skill with a weapon, control of your semblance? those are all things you can be taught. that drive to help strangers despite the odds cannot

ozpin let ruby in for the same reasons, not just because she can swing a scythe, but because she had that simple soul that makes her a great huntsman. and im willing to bet he saw the same in jaune

i love jaune and i wish people would give him the same chance they give everyone else because genuinely, like a lot of characters, if you look beneath the terrible writing and the surface level propaganda, theres something really interesting and compelling to be discovered :')

[fishsticksloser]

a little for me! Future leo x Teen!reader(14-16)

gen: Platonic ofc, Found family and fluff

Idea: you know those peepaw multiverse where future leo got throw back to the past? yeah lets change that where instead of the turtles finding him, a teen reader found him in their yard, pass out and the reader just standing there wide eyes cuz theres a big turtle in their yard, now i know what your wondering wheres the reader's family? one word ✨Vacation~✨ anddd thats where the reader begin dragging him to the house to tend his wounds.

(you can add more plot, I really just want father figure peepaw ~^~)

Welcome Home

Future!Leo + gn!reader

Warnings: angst, mention of blood and injuries, mentions of death, platonic fluff, swearing, found family if you squint

A/N: I honestly haven't read many F!Leo fics, if you could please recommend me some. :) I don't know if this feels rushed or not...

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Going back in time probably wasn't Leo's best idea, at first anyways. He wanted to see his family again. He knew it would hurt, but he wanted to know that Casey succeeded, to know that his family was still alive, still thriving, that Raph had beaten the pizza box record.

What he didn't expect was to end up in someone's backyard. A teenager came out of the house. Worrying and fussing, not caring that he was 6ft turtle man, that he had a prosthetic arm, or that it looks like he'd been through hell and back. No. All this kid cared about was if he was hurt.

"Who are you?" Leo hisses as you help him stand. You introduce yourself, in a way you reminded him of his family. You helped him inside and set him on your couch. "Where's your family?"

"Family?" You ask, going to the bathroom and grabbing the first aid kit.

"Parents, siblings?" He asks, holding his side, sitting up a little better.

"Vacation." You said it so nonchalantly, like it was something you answered every day.

"And they left you here? Alone?" Leo presses. You begin to clean his wounds.

"Is there something wrong with that?" You dab some of the excess away.

"Did they make sure you had food? Water? Heating?" He grunts as you apply pressure to one of the wounds that had reopened.

"How did you end up in my backyard?"

"Don't change the subject."

"The answer isn't important."

"Yes it is. You're... What 15?" Leo groans, leaning forward so you can wrap up his plastron. "I have 2 younger brothers. I'd never leave them like this."

"Where are they?"

"What?"

"Your brothers. Where are they?"

"Somewhere in the city. I was going to find them."

"Really?" He plopped back down against the soft cushion. You gave him a disapproving look. "Like this?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Uh huh..." You got up, taking the dirty things and threw them away. "I could call them... If you have their numbers. But then again... you are a turtle man."

"You think I don't have a cell phone because I'm a turtle?"

"No offense, but normal people would be terrified if a giant turtle man came in and asked about phone plans."

"I'll give you that..." Leo sighs, feeling comfortable around this odd teenager. "You said normal people... Are you not normal?"

"Normal is... in the eye of the beholder." You shrug.

"Are you a yo'kai?"

"A what?"

"A yo'kai. They're... Nevermind."

Leo dreamt of his time in the resistance. Of Mikey, specifically when he died, an orange bandana now gracing his katana.

You got him something to eat and drink, making sure he was comfortable and his wounds stayed closed. Soon you left the room and Leo drifted off to sleep.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

"It'll take everything I have."

He thought about Raph, dying in his arms.

"This isn't your fault."

Raph's last words. He had tried so hard to push them down. Leo felt guilty for the Kraang invasion.

He dreamt about Donnie passing in the medbay.

"The world wasn't meant to be on some 16 year old's shoulders."

How could Donatello, of all people, forgive him? Tell him it's not his fault, tell him that it was okay.

Now he was here, in a time period where they're still alive, 6 years after the Kraang. He wanted to see them one last time. Just once Leo wanted to look upon the face of his brothers, his father, his sister. He wanted to hold them one last time.

Greif. Suffering. Wanting to go back and replace them. They deserved better, yet, he was the one to survive. Why?

Only to wake to a 15 year old, watching him.

"You talk a lot in your sleep." You say. "Who are they? The people you were talking about?"

"My brothers." Leo pants, the dream still fresh.

"They... died, didn't they..." You spoke softer, like you were afraid of upsetting him.

"Yes..." He breathed.

"May I ask... Why are you looking for them?"

"I'm from a different time, the me in this time is 22."

"Yeah right."

"Remember that freak accident 6 years ago? Aliens?"

"Yeah..."

"In my time period we didn't stop them, they took over the world. My... My brothers died fighting them."

"And you came back in time, to a different time period, because you miss them?"

"I am nothing without them."

"Why didn't you say so sooner? Let's go find them!"

You got him a big cloak to cover his 'turtleness' as you called it. You followed him through allies until you got to a sewer hole. He pulled it up, with a little help from you and dropped down.

"No offense, but this doesn't seem very homey to me." You jest.

"Let's hope that even in my advanced age, Donnie's system will still recognize me." Leo nudges you. "You on the other hand will probably be arrested."

"Tell them I'm a friend!"

You 2 continue down the tunnel, Leo pushed the hood off as you approached a door. He pushed it open and alarm bells started ringing.

"Fuck." Leo huffed. "Stay behind me. Donnie has a tendency to attack and ask question later."

Luckily Donnie wasn't the one who came to the door. It was Raph.

"Leo?" Raph lowered his Sai and reached out to him.

"Alright, who tripped the alarm!?" Leo could hear Donnie storming to the entrance. "Leo if you tripped the fucking alarm again-"

"Donnie... Raph..." Leo finally said, tears coming to his eyes. They looked so much better, healthier than the ones he grew up with. He wanted to hug them.

"Tello? Raph? What's..." Mikey walked up behind them. Donnie dropped his bo, shaking his head.

Finally tears fell. Leo fell to his knees, revealing you. It didn't seem to matter though as the other 3 turtles' eyes were still on the old man before you. Mikey rushed forward, pulling Leo into a hug.

"I'm so sorry." Leo hiccupped. "For everything."

Raph knelt down and pulled the 2 into a hug, his head on top of Leo's. Leo continued to apologize, for everything.

"It wasn't your fault." Raphael said. Donnie finally joined to mutants on the floor.

"The world was never supposed to be on one person's shoulders, especially not some kid's."

The words spoken on their death beds now had a new meaning. A weight lifted of Leo's shoulders, he squeezed his brothers, trying to engrain this moment into his brain.

"Who the hell is this kid?" All of you froze, looking up to see a young version of the old man you patch up. "Oh. I ruined a moment, didn't I?"

[favouritefi]

I would be super fascinated to learn more about how Peglar's views re. If humans get to be people why can't I, affects his relationship with Bridgens - and really just about how they came to be in/navigate through that relationship. Your art is adorable and I love it doubly more so for the amount of care and consideration you have for the inner works of creating a dog/cat boy world. :)

aw thank you this au really is my brain going "crack treated seriously" and somehow making This and im glad other ppl enjoy it too. i have a lot of thoughts on this in terms of how much history to keep and how much to disregard so its under the cut:

so apparently in the book (which i have not read and do not plan to read) bridglar met on the hms beagle and as far as i can tell thats completely made up bc peglar was sailing w the east india company at the time.

then theres the show weirdness of bridgens being like in his 50s/60s when irl bridgens was in his 20s and this makes more sense bc as far as i can tell the position of steward was usually one reserved for younger men so for 50smth bridgens to be jfj's steward is a little odd and esp odd if hes a human in a position that is typically meant for cat/dogboys so my logic for this is that either 1) jfj requested bridgens to be his steward or 2) bridgens requested to be jfj's steward and either option would mean giving bridgens and jfj a slightly closer relationship than what they have in show canon which is fine that just means peglar and bridgens likely met during the first opium war but then how they met is still a mystery bc peglar would be aboard the wanderer with hodgson and bridgens would be on the cornwallis/clio with jfj so like ???

POINT BEING for all the reasons above ive handwaved away exactly how they meet but AT SOME POINT they do meet during the first opium war. peglar was the one who initiated the relationship tho the two of them did have mutual feelings for each other before committing to anything and bridgens is deffo the kinda guy who would go all "i would love you no matter what species you are" and actually mean it and peglar. ok so. i have a lot of thoughts about peglar.

so irl peglar was lashed for drunkeness and mutinous conduct while serving with the east indian company and for catboy peglar i like to imagine that travelling to places where cat/dogboys arent treated the way they are treated in england really opened his eyes and his mind to the idea of being treated like a person and this is obviously not a mindset that human officers want him to have and hence why he was lashed. he then served on the wanderer fighting against the slave trade and thats another chance to see a different type of human-to-cat/dogboy relationship even if he wouldnt have had as many opportunities to live amongst the locals as he did while with the east india company. and peglars like, smart. part of the reason why bridgens falls in love w him is bc of his intelligence and cheek and wit and peglar knows that britiannia's "civilizing mission" is bogus because while they are trying to abolish slavery on one hand they are also actively enforcing Company rule in India on the other and bc peglar has seen both sides of that he has Thoughts about it, Thoughts he didnt dare share with anyone until bridgens coaxed it out of him and to his surprise bridgens agreed with him.

bridgens, being well read and well educated, also knows that the way england treats cat/dogboys is the exception and not the rule and really like cherishes peglar and loves him like truly loves him and is thus completely aware of and careful of their uneven power dynamic here and wouldve never been the first to initiate anything for that very reason. and its not easy to navigate this forbidden relationship but peglar makes it worth it and both of them did worry that maybe this was merely a maritime romance but in the months between the war and the expedition they managed to sneak in lowkey dates on land and found that they were still very much compatible and it really makes things all the more tragic that bridgens cant afford to adopt peglar outright and ensure that henry lives out the rest of his days in peace curled up next to the fire with a good book and smiling whenever he catches john staring at him and god, they are so in love.

[sankttealeaf]

crying my eyes out at the parents!ruetash things. it all makes so much sense!! the DRAMA. ok but i'm still curious so if you feel like talking about them some more - did they plan to have kids or was it more accidental? i know rue had some real issues re: pregnancy in the fic, how did she ultimately deal with it? and since she was afraid of hurting their kids, do you think there were ever any close calls? sorry i. love them

i am ALWAYS down to talk about parent!ruetash especially because theyve been on my mind lately!!! <3 thanks for indulging me :D

it was purely accidental, these two are NOT safe when it comes to getting it on. when rue finds out she's pissed and doesnt tell him for like a tenday while she tries to come to terms with her options. ideally she would like to remove it, but then if it were to ever get out people may try and turn it into a Big Deal and she doesnt want the hassle

she tells gortash eventually and he is both overjoyed (woo he gets to continue his legacy) and kind of concerned because rue is being Too Calm about this. he wants this, she feels trapped in it but sure, he'll indulge in his little happy families fantasies - when their kid tries to kill him one night she wont stop them. its his fault for fucking a bhaalspawn

rue, despite how against children she is, uses her pregnancy to her advantage. gets her way all the time. loves the power trip. "gortash, you have to get me the imported fruits from the south. the babe wants it. i cant help it" or "im not moving from this chair my back hurts so i need you to feed me - this is your kid, pull your fucking weight"

calls their children "his problem". he wanted them so he has to deal with them. i think the actual act of giving birth is hell for him specifically and gortash is forced out of the room because she is trying to kill him for putting her through this (sorry rue, you do it again in a few years time)

i think theres been a few close calls. some nights gortash wakes up and rue is just. standing over the crib watching their child sleep. he has to coax her back to bed and on nights she feels really bad she's locked away in one of the guest rooms. (i like to think the reason she Is That Way is she sees their kid as a threat to her position in the temple of bhaal. even tho they are tiny and cannot kill her, one day theyll grow up and maybe discover their bloodline and try and kill her and she cant have that. best rid them early on)

its also why she distances herself from them. cant harm them if she isnt around them, right? its not until they have their son does she realise that she can feel when her urges are worsening, she's able to control herself. its fine.

when their kids grow up and none of them have tried to kill her, i think she becomes a better mother to them. thinks back to her foster family and how they treated her and tries to do the same despite being in a far better position than they were.

also slight tangent but the kids are like, a spitting image of gortash. i like the idea that there's no "tiefling" traits in them (because rue isnt a tiefling) & the only trait she passes down are the odd patches of skin discolouration or the freckles or maybe little flecks of white in their hair. bhaals flesh doesnt translate well, because the whole point (to me) is to blend in with the world. so when rue is stuck looking after the children she's always remembering her own childhood and Not Having A Good Time :)

i love to make her suffer. girl i am sorry.

THANKS for the ask!!! i love rambling about these two and ive had them on the brain a lot lately!! one day ill name these kids. we'll see

[commander-gloryforge]

hm (kinda a rant/vent/i just wanna get things off my chest and actually TALK about whats been bothering me)

so. theres this person that has kind of been the cause of my recent mental lows/imposter syndrome getting worse/fear of connecting to people and general distance from literally every community i enter. i think ive ranted about them before. theyre a writer and in a community i used to be active in, and in the beginning i got along pretty well with them because we both enjoyed similar themes and metaphors in our writing but they ended up kind of dropping me, coincidentally at the same time they gave my actual writing/current wip a shot, and ever since then theyve been sub posting about me in really weird and elitist ways and it kind of had ruined my spirit, especially considering that i did really look up to them as a writer since theyre very into actual technicalities, writing theory, they speak about writing very academically. their odd vague posting ended up seriously knocking down my confidence and ive been spiraling into this strange mindset ever since that i’m incredibly stupid/can never improve/am not a real or proper writer by virtue of the things i write. they talk highly about writing techniques and concepts every writer needs to know, very subtly punch down at those who dont seem to know, yet dont care to make that knowledge easy to understand or accessible to obtain.

on top of that theyve been getting quite close with another new friend i made recently thats very dear to me and seeing them talk about things i cant seem to keep up with because i am too ‘stupid’ has just made me very anxious and brought up old feelings and fears that ive worked very hard on to let go off. this person is keeping me from interacting with a community i love because i cant seem to get ovr the fact that some people just dont like me, because im getting paranoid, because i think their every word is directed towards me, because theyre popular and well liked and everyone always agrees with them, even when what they say goes against what what i do and like.

it really sucks, its been bothering me so much, especially the fact that i cant just let it go. that i cant just ignore them and move on and do what i like without feeling like its wrong or cringe or weird. everytime i think im ready to go back i suddenly see them talking again with my friends that have offered me so much support whenever ive opened up about my struggles and now they suddenly agree and praise that person for having opinions that directly oppose me and the things they were so keen on supporting me on.

but recently i remembered something they said. they said that they dont want to be self indulgent in their writing, that ‘there’s nothing necessarily wrong with self indulgence but it reflects in the writings quality’, that you can ‘tell’ and they dont like that. when they first posted that i just read it and went. oh :( my writing is self indulgent :( does this reflect in my quality as well? is that why they dropped my writing and me, because i like being loud about self indulgence and cringe? and now i remembered that post, and suddenly it kind of clicked

this person very obviously does not write for the same reason as i do. they very obviously do not feel about writing thhe way i feel about it. they talk about it as though it is a science. like its something that needs to be perfected. now, it’s clear that they do love writing, that they have a passion for it, and their technical knowledge very much reflects on their art- and that impresses people. im not like that. i want to learn writing techniques and i want to improve my craft and i want to be taught, properly so, i obviously want to be a good writer, and im going to be a little self obsessed and say that i am a good writer, or at least not a bad one. but there is a difference in how each of us sees writing.

i want to be self indulgent. i want to write what i love. i fucking love writing and story telling and yes, the fact hat my writing is self indulgent does impact the quality of my work, because it makes it better. i am passionate about my worlds and stories and characters because its exactly what i want it to be and thats why is fucking good. because it makes me want to put effort in and learn how to get better. i dont write for a grade, i dont write to make something perfect and deep and meaningful and serious, i dont write to impress someone, i dont write to squeeze as many smart things and references to classic literature in as i can, i write because i want to fucking write what i like.

so im stupid. so im cringe and bad and insecure and a loser and i dont fit into the good writers club but at least what i write makes me happy. whatever. let some fucking whimsy into your life and stop treating me like im an idiot for having different motivations than you.

[olderthannetfic]

Gotta say, as someone who is afrolatine who mostly hangs out in anime/manga/manhwa/BL/OI spaces, there's something really weird about the way that people in fandom engage with fantasy stories that have war, slavery, and oppression as backdrops. The stories themselves usually handle the subjects poorly, but the fandom jumps through hoops to justify characters' poor behaviors without considering context of how the real world works. Naruto and Villains Are Destined to Die fandoms handle it the worst I've seen in a long time.

Naruto's story is ultimately about a seemingly unremarkable guy who tells slaves that fate isn't real despite being a Child of Prophecy who goes around minimizing everyone's oppression from the fascist government because he, too, wants to lead the militaristic state, and it hurt his feelings that his "friend" who survived a genocide didn't validate Naruto's victim complex and wanted to change the fascist system while being an imperfect victim (even though Naruto continues to lie and spread misinfo about said genocide to protect the fascist state 10+ years later).

Then theres the VADTD fandom that treats a character (Eckles) as though he has the same level of agency as the main character and other love interests. "Eckles was lying to and manipulating Penelope the whole time to get her to like him 🤬." He's a slave. Of course he's going to lie to his master to avoid abuse or death when he's ranked even lower than a commoner in a classist hierarchy. "He betrayed her 🤬." He's a slave. They're not friends, and there's no such thing as a 'benevolent slave master.' He cannot 'betray' his master. That's not how it works. "Penelope offered him freedom, and he turned it down." You don't 'offer' freedom to a slave. You either give it or don't. She was attempting to emotionally manipulate him. He realized this, and responded in accordance with what he knew she wanted to hear... because he's a slave who doesn't want to die. "She gifted him a magical sword and expensive fur clothes, so she favored him despite him being ungrateful 🤬." A slave in a mink coat is still a slave. It also doesn't escape me that the male lead is the crowned prince, now a war hero, of the empire who gained his fame from his brutality against Eckles' people in the previous war that just ended maybe a few months prior to the story.

There's just something so odd about the ways in which people bend over backwards to justify imperialism and cruelty in stories just because the main characters are the ones who do it. I'm not completely sure if it's because the author's of the original works don't objectively see the undertones in what they wrote. or, maybe the fandoms are all just full of people who have victim complexes and project onto the main characters to make themselves feel better but don't see how their statements make others like me iffy of their stances on real world topics, so we avoid them, which then fuels their self-imposed victimhood even more as they whine "why won't x people in x fandom talk to me?! Or befriend me?!". Like, you just spent a whole essay justifying slavery and genocide because the main character was sad; I don't want to be your friend lol. I'm in the SnK fandom too, and despite the false statements others spread about the story, at least the fandom talks about the characters and themes with more nuance.

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I never made it past the first few volumes of Naruto, but I do think many of these canons encourage people to judge morality based on what made the lead sad or not. The longer the canon goes on, the greater the dissonance between that message and whatever subtext is inherent to the setting.