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post-Trigun where knives stops saving the whole plants thing but is still salty about humans (+ other doodles)
#this is how I show my love to knives#I love bullying him#my art#digital#fanart#Trigun#Trigun stampede#vash the stampede#millions knives#legato blue summers#livio the double fang#meryl stryfe#elendira the crimsonnail
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I have finished watching Trigun (1998) and this has been my experience of the show summarized.
episode 1: wow this guy vash the stampede is cool! an outlaw type, witha huge bounty. but he's so goofy. can't wait to see more of his antics!
episode 20: I don't even know what fucking species this man is. he is an eldritch thing beyond human comprehension. also he is gay.
episode 26: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
#I'm sure the world building makes sense#I have absolutely no fucking clue how it works tho#but damn that was a good show#knives you are my baby girl I love you no one can convince me otherwise#wolfwood you gay icon I love you#Meryl and milly are in lesbians with each other#vash the stampede is the wettest fucking meow meow to ever meow#I am obsessed#trigun#trigun 1998#vash the stampede#vash the humanoid typhoon#vash the babygirl
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I understand they nerfed Loki for a range of reasons but I still find it very believable that he should have some underlying super powerful magic ability. Like maybe he can do necromancy or reverse time and it was just never mentioned
#i love giving loki extra overpowered abilities but they only show up at random#and loki just kind of shrugs them off even if it depletes his magic greatly#like yeah no big deal just ressurrected this ship full of dead asgardians why are you looking at me like that#thor dont hate me i know it's frowned upon but what other choice was there? you were DEAD#it kind of makes me think about how he could totally still have the casket of ancient winters stashed away#the lego games had him able to pull it out and attack and it was a pretty cool thing yknow#like haha yeah BAM!! ICE POWERS!!!! HUZZAH!! đ ok back to normal now haha#'sure i can do super cool magic but i LIKE my knives and i want to use my KNIVES'
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On my hater mindset again
#vin posting#I hate how every time I bring her up without fail some mf brings up Neji and how they ship them#and oh its so sad he died because they should've been together#and 'oh poor little girl still waiting for her happy ending'#SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPP#I hate when people can't appreciate a character without bringing shipping into it but it's made worse#by the fact tenten is the ONLY main female character in the show without a romance somewhere in her story#and the fact is that she doesn't seem to care. point blank if you look at the series and pay attention to her#sure she says a few times that it sounds nice but she stays single forever and is happy with her life#and that's good!! it's a good thing!! I love seeing a female character not have to have a dude around#to be fulfilled and happy#even if you don't think she's aro you can't just accept that she's not interested in him???#Like she so deeply is not. with how the series is written I think it would be damn clear if she was.#so the fact so many people INSIST they would have been canon is absolutely bonkers to me#Neither of them liked each other like that and she isn't interested in a relationship. can't a girl just be happy with her knives??#ok rant over#had to get that off my chest#yk what I wasn't gonna fandom tag this but I have to. for my mind#naruto#tenten#anti nejiten
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Honestly all the "mha is good but the fandom sucks!" comments are getting really fucking annoying. It's obsessive and unnecessary to say how much you hate the fans on every single post you find.
If anyone ships anything (especially involving Bakugo, Todoroki or Midoriya) the comments will be full of "this is why I left the fandom!!" ESPECIALLY if it's mildly sexual, or if it contains any jokes at all.
Yeah sure, some fans suck, some ships suck. But that's true in every single fandom. You won't find any media where you like every single fan, the mha just get known for being "cringy" because it's popular. And the more popular things get the more people there will be for you to dislike. If 2/10 fans are annoying but there are only 20 fans, you barely notice but when there are hundreds those are the only ones you focus on.
Notice how if you see Batman fanart basically no one is going "yeah he's okay but the fans are all awful!" because it makes no sense. It's completely irrelevant. No one gives a shit if you don't like it.
You don't need to go into the comments to say "you are why I left this fandom" (and that is how it comes across, whether you mean that or not). Because it's not like you're talking to a friend about a show you don't like, you are telling a fan that you don't know that the show they like, and by extension, whatever it was they made out of it, that they ruined a good show, simply by liking it too much.
And the amount of fans I've seen having to get defensive or self critical because of it. You don't have to say "yeah the fandom's bad" and you don't need to. You forget that you are also a fan, you are part of the fan base. Why would you shame people for liking what you like?
I saw a video on instagram, it was literally just a Bakugo edit. And fucking everyone in the comments was going on their own little rant about how insufferable his fans are, as if they needed to hear it.
A lot of the time when someone leaves a fandom they act like they're better than everyone that stayed. And they talk about how shit it was, as if it were made for them specifically. But realistically, if you don't like it then it's not fucking for you and it's none of your business that people do like it.
#just let people enjoy things#my hero academia#mha#bnha#boku no hero academia#cringe culture is stupid#and id love to say cringe culture is dead but i think it dodged the knives we threw#you shouldn't have to defend yourself for liking a fucking show. its not problematic at all#âthe shippers get out of handâ tell me how. show me what they did specifically.#what did they do thats different to other fandoms and also bad enough to hate every single fan?
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Peppino being a little magician makes me go :)
#chattin#making characters have silly little talents is so fun#this is of course bc i suffer from Love of WorldBuilding disease and i do this with all of my ocs (bc its very fun)#anyway the reason i thought of it was bc i DO really enjoy him being good with knives and being a knife juggler#bc its one of those obscure things u have to like fall into; but its also REALLY fun to know how to do this#its a good icebreaker! esp if ur like. anxious and scared of everything by default#âU-UHâŚ.i can . juggleâŚknives.?â âwhat the fuck? forreal???â#so like#doing sleight of hand tricks seems pretty adjacent to that#card tricks and disappearing/reappearing acts#but unlike MOST magicians who keep their knowledge a secret#peppino literally doesnt have the capacity to sit in a convo longer than he wants to be#like the back n forth of âwhat? nooo u gotta show usâ ânope! teehee!â like thats just annoying#so he takes the time to show how he does it bc often times even with a visual guide people cant recreate it#ANYWAY#i am saying this bc i thought of the noise throwing a Live Grenade at peppino#and peppino is like oh my GOD oh my god and hes jumping and panicking and the noise is like >:3!!!#and then he takes deep breaths and the grenade in his hand just disappears#and the noise is like wtf. what. where did it fucking go? walks up to peppino to look#peppino makes the âshhhâ motion and holds both of the noises hands in his own#and when he flips them palm up; the grenade is in the noises hand#like theyre on some looney tunes level shit#funny to think about#well i guess since i wrote it out i might as well draw it dhdjdndkdmdk
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I am deeply fascinated by Hannibal Lecter (as portrayed by Mads Mikkelsen), the way he's so smooth and in control, his double personality, how he's absolutely horrible and terrifying and yet so charming and interesting, smart, twisted, educated, cold, compassionate, cruel. This is going to unlock something in me that I damn well know I shouldn't be playing with.
#i already have a disturbing interest in knives this is going to make me go madder than i am#i love people who say that i'm sweet and kind when inside i'm cataloging all the ways i could stab someone without touching a vital organ#i might be saying too much sorry blame it on hannibal#hey my personal fbi/nsa/interpol agent if you're reading this don't take me too seriously alright#rapha rambles#rapha watches shows#hannibal#hannibal lecter#mads mikkelsen#i just love how he's like oh i'm sorry about your trainee i'm sorry you're having a rough time#and then inside he's fantasizing about his hunts and smirking smugly about his dinners#amazing he's so twisted i love it
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[Image: fancomic focusing on Alastor, Adam, and Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel. Inspired by a scene from The Emperorâs New Groove, Alastor is standing under a green spotlight and grinning toothily as he hikes up the skirt of the nun outfit heâs wearing to reveal part of his skinny legs wearing garter socks. A subtitle reads, âI bet you werenât expecting this.â
Adam is grimacing and covering his eyes, while Lucifer looks horrified and throws both of his hands up defensively by his face. A subtitle reads, âNo!â
The third panel shows Alastor grinning triumphantly (the subtitle reading, âAha!â) as he raises the skirt further to reveal Niffty attached to his leg by a black band. Niffty is grinning toothily as she holds a shining dagger in both hands.
The fourth and final panel has Adam blurred in the background as he screams in fear, his shriek written as all capital letters in the background instead of as a subtitle. In the foreground, a frowning Lucifer is leaning back and shaking a little as if startled, one of his eyes seeming to be twitching while both have extremely small pupils. End description.]
Surprise!!!
#love how much this looks like the show it makes the whole scene that much funnier. they all have smth wrong w them ⤠esp niffty đ#Hazbin Hotel#Alastor Hazbin Hotel#Adam Hazbin Hotel#Lucifer Hazbin Hotel#Niffty#weapons#knives#blades#bright colors#god why are adam's and lucifer's designs so bright. i mean ik why (bc angels) but goddamn it's too late at night for my eyes lol
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Knock You Down a Peg or Two
Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Someone learns the hard way that it's a bad idea to upset Bucky's wife.
Word Count: Over 1.5k
Warnings: Established relationship, violent threats (not against the reader), protective vibes, implied sexy times, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I'm in a mood, lovelies. We can consider this in the same universe as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and Handsome and Beautiful. â¤ď¸ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Bucky was no longer the Winter Soldier. He told himself every day he wasn't a cold killer anymore. He did his best to make amends and worked hard to clear his name. From time to time though, people pushed his buttons and got under his skin. You helped him brush it off. Their opinions didn't matter at the end of the day, only yours.
You mattered to him more than anything else. So, if someone bothers him, yeah, he could let it go. Someone upsetting you? He wouldn't stand for it.
Bucky's eyes narrowed as he spotted the little weasel sitting at the table in the break room alone. A few hours ago, you called him to vent about how this guy repeatedly tried to make you look bad in front of your superior during a meeting. It wasnât the first time either. Your tears of frustration were obvious by your tone on the other end, though you tried to hide them. You worked hard, harder than anyone else he knew, and you took your job seriously.
He saw red when he heard you sniffle and it was the only color he had seen since then.
âGive me his name.â
âBucky, no,â you had argued. âThe guyâs a prick and I just needed to vent, so you donât-â
âPlease, baby,â he whispered, knowing full well you could handle yourself, but you were his wife and someone took joy out of your day. Not just that, they made you cry. He took this personally and he wanted to defend you. âJust give me his name so I can take care of it.â
You softly gave him the name, and he made it a priority to find the asshole. It didnât take him long. No one even questioned why he was asking. It mustâve been his âmurder strutâ and glare. You once said it could break even the strongest of people.
He headed toward the empty chair beside the agent, careful not to make a sound. His stealth assisted with that. Once he reached the chair though, he made it a point to scrap the chair across the floor to get the prick's attention. The annoyance in his eyes quickly shifted to fear when he realized who he was looking at.
Good. He hoped he pissed his pants.
He made a show of slipping off his leather jacket before taking a seat, making sure the agent got a good look at his metal arm. He also made a show of getting one of his knives out, one you gifted him. âI think we can skip the introductions since you know who I am and I really don't give a shit who you are,â he began, his voice low as he twirled the knife between his fingers. âBut I understand you know my wife and, well, sheâs the reason Iâm here.â
The guy blinked when Bucky made eye contact, the blade still expertly weaving in his hand. âS-Sure. Everyone knows your wife.â
Bucky smiled softly, taking a second to glance at his wedding band. âIâm usually not one to brag, but I canât help it when it comes to her. She works hard and deserves all the praise she gets, but sheâs still humble. Appreciative. Loyal,â he boasted, still smiling before he glared again. âSheâd never throw anyone under the bus, especially in front of a superior.â
The little weasel cleared his throat, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair. He seemed to notice for the first time that they were the only two people there. âLook, I donât know what your wife said, but-â
Bucky pointed the blade at him. âI would think very carefully about what comes out of your mouth next,â he snarled, his eyes as cold as ice.
There was a beat of silence as the guy squirmed in his seat and averted his gaze. Bucky wished you were there to see it. And Steve and Sam. âI may have run my mouth a bit. I just wanted to knock her down a peg or two, you know? She keeps getting promoted andâŚâ he swallowed when Buckyâs eyes narrowed to slits. If this fucker even thought about implying that you slept your way to get where you were today, he may actually cut his throat. âPlease, don't kill me.â
The silence after that statement may have been uncomfortable for some, but Bucky didnât break a sweat. No, he was just thinking of all the different ways he could put him in the hospital for even thinking he had a right to put you down. Putting the knife away, he slowly got to his feet. âGet up,â he said quietly, flexing his hands in intimidation.
âFuck.â The man nearly knocked his chair over as he stood. âListen, Iâm sorry,â he blurted out, putting his hands out in front of him. âIâll apologize to her first thing tomorrow, I swear.â
âYou think that makes up for it? And are you sorry for trying to make her look bad or are you sorry that youâre under my radar now?â Buckyâs stare remained steady as he knocked his chair out of the way, the piece of furniture nearly splintering when it hit the wall. âEveryone knows what I'm capable of, but do you know what happens to people who upset. My. Wife?â
Bucky refused to say that you cried. The asshole might take that as a sign of victory and he wouldnât give him any sort of win. He didnât deserve it. He didn't deserve to be in the same space as you.
The guyâs mouth parted as he took a few steps back on shaky legs. âI-It wonât happen again! I swear!â
âNo, it won't, but how about I cut your tongue out so you canât run your mouth again? Maybe pull out your teeth, too?â Bucky knocked the table away next as he advanced. âOr how about your eyes so you wonât look at her either. Hell, Iâll settle for taking your arm. Weâll match.â
The man let out what sounded like a whimper, his teeth nearly chattering from his fear. Scaring people had given him nightmares, haunted him, but it fueled his fire when he terrified anyone in your honor. âI wonât bother her ever again! Iâll tell my boss she deserves another promotion! I'll transfer! You have my word! Iâm sorry!â
Bucky laughed after a moment, a bitter, chilling sound before he held up a hand. âIâm just fucking with you.â
His eyes were still wide with fear. âW⌠What?â
âI was just trying to scare you a little. You should see the look on your face,â Bucky chuckled again, lightly smacking the guyâs cheek. âListen, you donât have to transfer and Iâm not going to torture you. Just apologize to my girl and weâre good, okay?â
âOkay.â He let out a breath and chuckled, too. âYou really wonât torture me?â
âNo, I wonât,â he grinned, grabbing his shoulders. âBut I will knock you down a peg or two.â
The prick didnât see the headbutt coming, but he felt it before he hit the ground. Bucky knew heâd feel it in the morning, too. He got off lucky.
âYou know, after you apologize to my wife, I hope you do stay so you can see her continue to thrive,â Bucky toed the guyâs body with his boot. âAnd speaking of, I need to go buy her some flowers, chocolate, and wine. She deserves it.â
Grabbing his jacket from the broken chair across the room and brushing it off, he whistled as he left the room. He waited until he was a good distance away to call. You picked up on the second ring.
âHey.â You sounded much better than you did earlier. âSo, whatâs the damage?â
âHey, baby,â he smiled. âI headbutted the prick. And before you ask, my head feels great.â
The former assassin may get suspended for that and damaging the table and chair, but he doubted the asshole would have the balls to speak up about what happened.
âBuckyâŚâ you sighed. You were probably pinching the bridge of your nose. âWhat am I gonna do with you?â
âYouâre gonna let me eat you for dessert when I get home,â he smirked. Not that he needed an excuse to dive between your legs, but he'd take any chance he had. âFigure I'll give you at least two orgasms before dinner.â
âIs that right, Mr. Barnes?â
âThat is right, Mrs. Barnes.â
The sound of your giggle spread warmth through his chest. Your happiness was his happiness. âBetter not keep me waiting,â you teased, pausing for a beat. âThank you.â
âNothing to thank me for,â he said. You always stuck up for him without question.
âLove you.â
His heart swelled more. âLove you, too.â
Heâd have some more explaining to do once he got home and would probably have to pay for the damage he caused. He was also sure that you were plotting the demise of the manâs career and would tell him that he didnât need to do anything, but he wanted to. He was no longer the Winter Soldier.
But he was your husband and heâd defend you with his life, no matter what.
Violence isn't the answer, but this is fanfiction and we all deserve a loving Bucky. â¤ď¸ Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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⥠Max "If It Weren't For The Baby" Verstappen | MV1
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Summary: Max and George show no signs of stopping anytime soon and poor y/n is stuck between a rock and a hard place. but soon things escalate when Max accidentally opens his big mouth.
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y/n_russell posted:
y/n_russell: Habibi come to Abu Dhabiâ¨
Comments:
user: SHEâS BACK, EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!! đĽđĽđĽ user: MOTHER RETURNED TO THE GRID AND IT SHOWS. user: Abu Dhabi isnât ready for her!! đ user: Not to be messy, but is that a bump or just the angle? đ
user: Delete this before you embarrass yourself further. đ user: You do realize thatâs body-shaming, right? Yikes. user: Maybe itâs just the dress, maybe itâs none of our business. Either wayâdonât. user: Imagine logging onto the internet just to get ratioâd in the comments. Couldnât be me.
georgerussell63: Wow. 2 whole photo in front of Lewisâs garage? Feeling betrayed right now.
y/n_russell: omg george, do you want me to write "george is my favorite" on my forehead or something? relax. georgerussell63: Iâm just saying, whereâs the support? y/n_russell: maybe if your garage didnât feel like the waiting room at a dentistâs office, Iâd consider it. georgerussell63: Thatâs because weâre professional. y/n_russell: nah, itâs because you have the personality of unseasoned chicken. user: đđđ SHE CAME FOR HIS LIFE.
user: MAX. LIKED. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.
user: Not Max creeping in the shadows like that. George, sweetie, you seeing this? user: Netflix doesnât even need to make a script this season. The showâs writing itself.
landonorris: MOTHER.
y/n_russell: đŞđŞđŞ user: The knives are out. Lando, RUN.
lewishamilton: Always great to have you around. Thanks for showing up and supporting me this weekend. Much love â¤ď¸
y/n_russell: Wouldnât miss it for the world, you know Iâm rooting for you Lew! Big things ahead đŞđ˝
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f1teaspill posted:
f1teaspill: Okay, F1 fans, weâve got a hot one for you! Max Verstappen and George Russellâs sister, Y/n, were spotted on a hotel balcony together, and itâs seriously got people talking. đ Y/n was supposed to be at a totally different hotel with George, so why is she with Maxâespecially with all the drama going down between them? đ¤
Is there something going on between these two? Or is Y/n just making it clear that sheâs Team Max in this ongoing feud? You know weâll be watching this one unfold closely... đĽ
Comments:
user: Yooo, whatâs going on here?! Y/n is in Maxâs hotel?? đł
user: Is this a secret relationship or is Y/n just picking sides? I need answers!! đŹ
user: So Y/n's team Max now? This is messy. đ
user: Max and Y/n are lowkey dating and no oneâs telling us?! I need the receipts ASAP. đŠđĽ
user: Sis really out here with Max?? I canât believe this. George is gonna flip. đŹ
user: Okay, but like... is she betraying George by cozying up with Max right now? Or is she just done with the drama? đ
user: Nah, this canât be real. Sheâs out here looking all comfy with Max while George is literally her brother?? What kind of betrayal is this? đą
user: Is this the kind of power move weâre witnessing?? Y/n dropping George for Max?? đ¤ŻđĽ
user: Ok, but lowkey, I ship them so hard. Max and Y/n would make the hottest couple. đĽđĽ
user: No, fr. Max and Y/n are EVERYTHING. They look so good together, Iâm lowkey obsessed. đđ user: Can we just take a minute to appreciate how theyâre literally radiating chemistry? I donât care if theyâre not datingâthey should be. đŠđ
user: The way sheâs just chilling with Max tho... George must be somewhere crying right now. đ¤Łđ
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f1teaspill posted:
f1teaspill: âIf it werenât for the baby.â Three words that sent the paddock and the internet into absolute mayham today after Max Verstappen dropped the bomb during an interview. đśđŁ
Fans are already in detective mode, dissecting every second of this wild moment. Whose baby? Is Max a secret dad? And what does George Russell have anything to do with it?
Interview Transcript:
Journalist: Max, earlier this week George Russell referred to you as a âbullyâ in his recent comments. Do you have any thoughts on that?
Max: (chuckles awkwardly) Well, you know, George always has something to say. Iâm not going to get into it.
Journalist: But do you think his characterization of you is fair?
Max: (sighs) Look, Iâm just here to race. Iâm not interested in petty drama.
Journalist: It doesnât seem like George is letting it go anytime soon. Are you planning to address it with him directly?
Max: (visibly annoyed) I really don���t see the point inâ
Journalist: But isnât it important to clear the air, especially since the tension is so public now?
Max: (snapping) If it werenât for the baby, I wouldnât even bother trying to make peace with him!
(A beat of stunned silence. Maxâs eyes widen in realization.)
Journalist: The⌠baby? What baby? Max, can you clarifyâ
(Max mutters something under his breath and walks off, leaving the journalist baffled.)
Comments:
user: BABY???? HELLO? MAX, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.
user: What baby, Max?! WHOSE BABY?! I havenât been this confused since Abu Dhabi 2021.
user: Can someone please check if Max even knows what he said? He looked so panicked when he walked off.
user: âIf it werenât for the babyâ??? Sir, weâre not in Panem; calm down.
user: Peeta Verstappen has entered the chat. Someone hand him a loaf of bread. user: Peeta Mellark walked so Max Verstappen could run user: I just KNOW someoneâs editing Max into a Peeta scene as we speak. Canât wait.
user: Okay but what baby would involve George? George is childless?
user: Guys, hear me out: What if Max is secretly dating Georgeâs sister? Thatâs the ONLY way a baby ties them together. user: Nah, thereâs no way. George wouldâve punched Max into next week already. user: Okay but think about it. Max. Georgeâs sister. A baby. Uncle George. THIS IS LORE. user: Iâm just saying, Georgeâs sister has been looking very glow-y lately⌠đ user: Not a theory, just facts: Max is babytrapping George into a truce. đ user: Wait... isnât Georgeâs sister in Abu Dhabi right now?? đ user: omg and they were seen together on his hotel balcony jskjsk user: IâM SCREAMING. THIS THEORY IS TOO GOOD. user: Max... the man, the myth, the secret brother-in-law.
user: F1 fandom today: trying to figure out if Max has a secret family or if weâre all just collectively hallucinating.
user: Bro, if this is true, Netflix better dedicate a whole episode to Uncle George. user: âIf it werenât for the babyâ is my villain origin story now.
user: GUYS. What if Max meant baby as in, like, his cat or something? Weâre spiraling.
user: Okay but why would George care about Maxâs cat?! Use your brain. user: Honestly, the only thing that makes sense is Max dating Georgeâs sister. Uncle George confirmed. Case closed.
user: Yâall, the way I will actually SCREAM if Max and Georgeâs sister are together. This is better than any race drama.
user: Max Verstappen?? A baby daddy?? In THIS economy??
user: Everyoneâs fighting over the baby, but Iâm just here wondering how Christian Horner is gonna spin this in interviews.
user: Plot twist: The baby is Christian Hornerâs with Toto đ
user: STOP. This is the most chaotic F1 season ever, and I love it.
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love his droopy hair and depressed collar. But I can admittedly imagine him shaking his head hard and all the water flies off. His hair bounces back into shape.
Its ur fault for drawing him too cute
the dark rebels!!!!
#oh my oh my oh my its the xyz boys#I adore how you draw shuns hair holy shit#something about the way it falls across his eye just makes him seem so much more ragged n edgy#which is good bc shun is composed of edgy razors#arranged like the feathers of a birds wings#anyway it feels very weighty and fluffy and unkempt its great#also love the way you dramatise his eye lashes to make them feel extra dark and fierce#very bird of prey#anyway that back shot is both very cool and very neat#really showing off the fray at the end#in a way a front shot sometimes cant#also again makes him look cool#and then theres miserable pathetic rain soaked wet cat shun#who looks both helpless and bedraggled#and ready to fight the sky#reach for the clouds shun#then punch them#(anyway the lil curves and bends in his hair communicate the wet cat very well)#and now onto Yuto!#he always looks so sad and confused#he starts off at wet kitten and only becomes wet kittener#i like how his hair has the same softness as shuns but only at the back#makes the knives more striking and recogniseable#the slight amount of thickness -> thinness in the floff factor does make it still softe tho#I love all his lil magical boy poses too#you make his cloak and shirt look so fluid and the clothing folds at his pants are weirdly satisfying#plus his lanky anatomy rly makes him fit the scraggle even more#love how shun gets (1) fullbody and yuto gets (4)#its what he deserves#and ofc wet kitten yoot is just as stunning as wet kitten shun
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When Gojo assumes Nanami Kento's lack of PDA for the reader shows a lack of desire for her, a tipsy Kento is quick to correct him.
Warnings: 18+ drabble, Kento goes on a smutty rant
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'A quick drink' after work had soon turned into two, three, four. Shoko took full advantage of the rooftop bar's balcony, smoking and idly chatting; Higuruma and Atsuya gossipped and quipped, snorting into their drinks; Satoru observed Kento and you keenly behind his dark lens; you stood, excusing yourself to the bathroom as Kento gave you a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry," Satoru interrupted loudly when you were gone, his pot boiling over, "I just-- I just don't get it, Nanami." All eyes were on Satoru and Kento now-- Kento, with one thin eyebrow raised in quiet disdain at Satoru, and Satoru, with his elbows planted forward on his knees in challenge.
A few moments of silence. Kento huffed, "Should I be apologising for someth--"
"--you've been together for years," Satoru interrupted, "and I'm just not convinced. She could be-- she could be a coat rack for all the affection you show her, you're supposed to not be able to keep your hands off her--"
"--you want me to grope my fiancĂŠe in public, am I correct--"
"--well maybe, anything to show that you love her--"
Kento laughed out loud, deep and humourless, continuing to chuckle into his glass, scoffing to himself; "Love her," he rumbled, swirling his whiskey, amber eyes flickering and carnal in the firelight.
Shoko had turned, smirking, to watch the scene. Atsuya leaned back, scowling, chewing on a toothpick with crossed arms. Hiromi leaned, glimmer-eyed, into the drama, one hand cupping his jaw and the other clasping his wineglass. He picked up the bottle, slowly beginning to pour another glass.
"I don't love her," Kento spat, downing his glass of whiskey in one smooth swallow, hissing and slamming the glass down on the table, "I worship her. I'm obsessed with her."
Satoru was silent, mulish, as Kento continued.
"I would walk through rains of bullets for her," he mused aloud, "I would cut off fingers with blunt knives--"
"Nanami, alright, I'm sorry--"
"Any second I'm not with her," Kento continued, his voice quieter, darker, the group leaning into him, "is a second wasted. I don't know what point there was in the years I spent without her-- probably just there to build me into even a semblance of the man she deserves--"
"--why are we doing this--"
"-- and when I'm not thinking about talking to her, watching her, being near her, holding her, or-- fuck, just having her look at me goes bone-deep...I spend at least eighty-percent of my time thinking about different ways to make her cum--"
Satoru was blushing now, his face in his hands, while the others leaned into Kento's mild breakdown with awe, "--fucking hell Nanami, I didn't mean--"
"I almost died last week, at work," Kento mused, as a laughing Hiromi slid the glass of wine down the table to Kento, which he caught seamlessly, "because I was too busy thinking about how her mouth had felt around my cock the night before, because I was pondering the many applications for my tie, because I was thinking about how incredible she felt underneath me--"
Atsuya and Shoko whispered together, Hiromi now giggling to himself unashamedly; "Oh he's really going for it--" "I know I know, shhh, let him finish--"
"--and I've been sat here with her all evening, resisting the urge to strip her, tie her wrists together and have her ride me until I go fucking blind, all because of social-fucking-propriety, just for some long streak of jizz like you to say I clearly don't love her--"
Satoru had shrunk in on himself now, his soul quietly leaving his body, mortified and put to rights as Kento tsked, swirling his wine before downing that, too. He accepted the bottle Hiromi slid towards him in approval.
"...it really just is rather rude and presumptuous of you, isn't it, Gojo?"
The group sat in stunned silence as you returned, sitting beside Kento and laying a hand on his crossed knees. You felt the bizarre tension; Hiromi unable to conceal a blush as he looked at you, Shoko giving you a knowing smile around her cigarette, Atsuya unable to make eye contact. You smiled uncertainly.
"...what did I miss?"
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i will possess your heart â satoru gojo
-this story contains very heavy nsfw content! please read at your own discretion!-
đŠáĽŤáĄđŞ content warnings dead dove fic- heavy stalking, violent obsession, manipulation, forced voyeurism, forced exhibition, drugging, mentions of blood, knives, use of restraints, plot twist, extreme dub-con đŠáĽŤáĄđŞ synopsis for as cocky as Satoru is, itâs oddly fitting. in his mind, everything belongs to him, including you. đŠáĽŤáĄđŞ word count 8k
Satoru fumbled with a tripod as he positioned his camera onto the stand and proceeded to hit record. He was thorough, making sure his chair was perfectly centered before he sat down, staring at himself in the viewfinder while he fussed with his hair, inhaling deeply. A wide grin cut across his face before dropping back into lackluster neutrality. He looked down at his lap, his fingers ran up and down his denim-clad thighs. He snapped back onto the camera blank-faced before a deranged smile pulled at his cheeks.
Click
January 16th, 4:06 AM
I woke up drenched in the feeling of lethargy againâanother night of only an hourâs worth of sleep. Nothing feels real when you hit a certain point. Iâm plagued by the shadows, my entire life enshrouded in darkness. I donât remember what things were like before. Day by day, itâs all the same. I cannot escape itâthis anchoring feeling of despair. The emptiness eats away at me. Iâm in search of releaseâŚof some sort of freedom from this pain. I need to fill my life with meaning, to find purpose in this accursed worldâŚI think Iâll go out for coffee today. People watching brings me so much joy. They seem to live much happier lives than me.
Click
January 16th, 6:38 PM
My daydreams mustâve blended into reality because there was no way I created someone as beautiful as she was outside my imagination. Iâm certain of it. She was sitting at the bar of the cafe down the street from my apartment, dressed in business casualâshe probably works nearby. How kismet. The coffee was bland, as were most things in my life, but she awoke something in me. I hope I see her again. She somehow managed to clear the cobwebs around my heart. I think my life has finally found purpose. She is my driving force. I wonder what her name is.
Click
January 19th, 6:11 AM
Feeling well-rested today. Four hours of sleep is my new record. I plan to go to the coffee shop again. Back to the place where my eyes were first blessed with the mirage of herâŚwhere I first fell in love. I hope sheâs there. People are so fun to observe when they donât think theyâre being watchedâŚitâs simple psychology. The Hawthorne Effect. When humans notice they are under observation, they change. So inauthentic. But her? She never notices. She sits so obliviously, allowing me to take her in with ease. So good to me. Sheâs a breath of fresh air. I hope to work up the courage to speak to her soon. My heart soars at the mere thought of being in her presence once again. Itâs so refreshing to feel something after all this time. Iâve been numb for so long, but she has set my heart on fire. She is everything to me, my sole purpose for existence.
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January 19th, 8:27 PM
I saw her again today. She didnât see me. Just how I like it. She typed away on her computer like normalâŚsheâs a hard worker, it seems. Driven and strong. And here I was thinking such beauty was a thing of legend. It's refreshing to have been proved wrongâthat rarely happens. Oh, how I crave her. I know sheâd make me feel whole again. She can save me from all this, I can feel it.Â
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January 23rd, 5:13 AM
Only two hours of sleep tonight. But, for some reason, I feel better than ever⌠I normally do when I find a reason for living, again. Itâs herâŚit must be because of her. She keeps me going; my muse, my inspiration. Sheâs worked wonders on me already and she doesnât even know it, yet. Iâm going to the cafe again today, I cannot wait to see her. Maybe today I will finally speak to her.
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January 23rd, 9:53 PM
She never showed up todayâŚI wonder whatâs going on. Maybe she had other things to do. Itâs fine, really. Iâm annoyed, honestly. I waited around all day. Iâll keep checking until I see her again.Â
Click
January 28th, 7:06 PM
My sweet girl has gone missing. I havenât seen her in quite some time now. This is just ridiculous. The woman I loveâŚis she avoiding me? No, no that cannot be.Â
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February 2nd, 8:31 AM
I havenât slept well in days. Iâve been awake for twenty six hours nowâŚmy mind feels like itâs filled with static and yet, I feel sharper than ever. Iâve gone to the cafe every day. Still no sign of her. Iâm slipping back into my old ways, the darkness is going to return any moment. Iâve begun to hear the laughter in the shadows again. Theyâre making fun of me, I just know it. I need herâŚoh, I need her so bad. How could she do this to me? Does she not know how much I suffer when sheâs not around? If I donât see her again soon, I will never recover.
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February 5th, 6:21 PM
I finally saw her again today. My heartrate spiked and I nearly leaped from my seat to kiss her, to hold her, sway her side to side in a deep hug. Instead, I slipped a tracker into her purse as I walked by her chair. I must know where she works, where she lives, and what she enjoys in her free time. She slipped away from me so easilyâŚcanât let that happen again. I need to know every little thing about her. She is my one and only after all. It would be ridiculous to love someone so deeply and know nothing about them. She is too beautiful, I cannot let her wander around unsupervised. There are some crazy people out thereâyou never know what could happen. I canât lose her. I must keep her safe. I will possess her heart. No one else can have her but me.Â
âË. ŕ ËââŚË.
Satoru observed her for months, shadowing her all around town. He knew the womanâs routine like the back of his hand, before he ever learned her name. Sundayâs she went grocery shopping, Monday after work was her pilates class, every couple of Thursdayâs she was at the nail salon, and Fridayâs were seemingly paydayâhe picked up on her pattern of going out to nice restaurants every other week. Satoru eventually got an upper-level management position at a company that shared the office building with her jobâhe is incredibly intelligent and overqualified, after all; they would be foolish to not hire him. Now he could really keep an eye on her.
That was when he finally learned her nameâthe two of them taking the same elevator. She didnât recognize him as the man who seemingly had the same routine as herâitâs one of the many reasons why Satoru loved her so much: her naivety. She looked into his eyes for the first time that day, her voice was soft and angelic, and the name that fell from her lips sent waves through Satoruâs body, the same name that would now be coupled with his gasping moans every evening as he stroked himself to the thought of her.Â
With Satoruâs new job that brought him one step closer to her, he knew he could no longer watch her in the way he used to. His movements had to be more calculated, putting more distance between them than he normally would or hiding behind the deep tint of his car windows. If she saw his face too frequently, she surely would have caught on. Satoru smiled at the possibility of her never catching onâŚhow sheâd greet him with a smile and a friendly hug each time they âcoincidentallyâ bumped into one another, giggling about their lives' odd synchronicities. Such a sweet girl. If only she knew.
He stopped into her job, a small gift bag hanging off his slender fingers, desperate to watch her eyes light up with the sweet gesture of an unexpected gift. He asked to see her, only to be informed by the receptionist that she had the day off.
It was no worry, he didnât let that dull his excitement. âIâm a friend of hers, brought this in to surprise her. Do you mind showing me to her desk, Iâll just leave it there for her when she returns to work,â he said kindly. The lady working the front desk blushed under his piercing gaze and handsome features, nodding shyly and walking him to his loverâs designated area.Â
Satoru thanked her, stepping into the cubicle to place his gift by her computer. His eyes glazed over her workspace. It was decorated with trinkets and family photos. He picked one up, his thumb tracing over her face. His pretty girl. That smile could bring about world peace; it definitely quieted the angered voices in his head. He scanned her desk, a moment of envy shooting through him at the thought of her dainty fingers dancing over the keyboard rather than tangling in his hair. He groaned internally, looking over his shoulder to ensure no one was around, before ducking down, rummaging through his belovedâs drawers. Stowed away in the bottom of the unit was a fuzzy, white cardigan. He brought the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply, stifling the filthy moan that nearly echoed through the cubicle. He quickly tucked it into his jacket, took one last look around, and headed toward the exit.Â
In the safety of his vehicle, Satoru whipped the clothing out from under his wing, bringing it to his face once more. He undid his belt buckle with haste, shoving his dress slacks halfway down his thighs before his large fist swaddled his cock with the fuzzy white cardigan. He nearly sobbed at the contact, the smell of his car filling with her beautifully floral perfume. He brought the free edge up to his nose, taking another whiff as his hand worked furiously against his shaft. He had never finished so quickly in his life, staggered whimpers and choked moans fell from his parted lips as fat ropes shot up onto his abs and chest. His cheeks were flustered a violent red as he wiped his sticky shame away with her top. After he came, then did his clarity, and Satoruâs body ached with the thought of how good it would feel to finally be sheathed within her sticky walls, rather than her soft clothing. Iâll be with you soon. Soon, my love.Â
These feelings were getting unbearable. His overactive brain had him teetering on the edge of insanity. He needed more. His imagination was no longer enough to satiate the hunger that gnawed so deeply in his core, the distanced watching and hopeless longing for the love of his life created jagged rifts in his already damaged psyche. He didnât know how much more of this he could take. A few deep breaths and the promise he made to himself to take action soon quelled his burning desire. But for how much longer could Satoru repress the demon that clawed through his body?
Satoru surveyed her while she ran to the bank, walked her dog, or took her car to the wash. But his most favorite place to watch her was from the bench just outside her bedroom window, engulfed in darkness. Pretty girl lived on the second floor, her silly little brain assumed she didnât need curtains. She never saw him, but he always saw her. All of her. Drinking in the way her clothes were delicately removed from her pretty little frame, the way she turned and posed in the mirrorâso good to him. How her skin glistened after she got out of the shower, the water droplets running along her body in the same way Satoru wanted to.Â
He fell into a state of bliss, feeling spoiled by the show he was getting tonight. The lotion that she worked into her body, the beautiful set of lingerie that she dawned. His eyes buzzed around his sockets, elation flooding through him. Gorgeous, gorgeous girl. But his body went rigid and his jaw locked tight at the appearance of another man behind the love of his life. He sat upright, shoulders stiff and heart pounding in his ears at the thought of his sweet being in danger, he cursed himself for not being more aware of her surroundings on her behalf. But when his darling girl turned to the unknown man with a smile, greeting him with a gentle kiss with the lips that were supposed to be just for Satoru, his heart shattered into a million pieces.Â
Oh, no. This just wonât do, my love. You are mine.Â
Jealousy coursed through his veins while he looked into her room, rage balled in his fists as he watched a random man have her in the one way Satoru couldnât. Not yet, at least. He mustâve been new in her life, judging by the way his nervous hands explored every part of her skin. Satoru laughed at thisâhe knew he could please his woman so much better. But betrayal nipped at the back of his neck; how could she do this to him? Had his loyalty fallen on unappreciative shoulders? No, that couldnât be. Satoru knew she was better than that, he picked her for a reason, after all. She was just playing hard to get.Â
You rejected my advances and desperate pleas, and now you throw your relationship in my face. Itâs punishment enough that I canât have you, but I won't let you let me down so easily.
Feeling at a loss, swallowed whole by his hungered desperation, he did what any rational person would. He moved in next door.
âË. ŕ ËââŚË.
Satoru Gojo was your next-door neighbor. He moved in only a few months after you did. You were elated, chalking it up to a lucky roll of the dice that you had met by chance at your job; he had started working for the company that shared the office park with yours. It really seemed like things were on the come-up for you. He was kind, confidently intuitive, funny, and supportive. Mildly egotistical, but it worked for him. He always invited you over for dinner and movie nights and was a strong, dependable shoulder for you to cry on. You had just moved to the city, feeling utterly lost and absolutely gutted about being so far from your support systems now, and he was your first friend. You felt safe knowing he was just a wall away.Â
On a random Sunday, you opened your front door to see all the food you loved sitting at your doorstepâweird, you were just about to leave for the store. You turned your head, seeing Satoru peeking out from his cracked door, grinning at you.Â
âWas this you, Satoru? You didnât have toâŚthis is incredibly thoughtful,â you beamed, stepping over the grocery bags to give him a tight hug. âYouâre the best, I donât know how I could ever repay you.â But Satoru did, he knew exactly what you could do for him.
When you needed a ride to work, he jumped in to save you. The two of you worked in the same building after all. It was a crazy coincidence that your new neighbor turned best friend worked just a few floors above you. Itâs such a small world, isnât it? But it worked out perfectly for the two of you.Â
There was a month where you were short on rent, and there was Satoru, paying the rest on your behalf.Â
You werenât catching on. Sweet, naive girl. Oh, how he loved you. I need to work harder to get her attention.
Satoru was not a patient man, but for you, he would do anything and everything to get you right where he wanted you, expertly playing the long game. It began with the fated sighting of you sitting in a cafe, and snowballed into something bigger. At first, he only ever observed you, maybe the minor occasion of overstepping, but as time went on, he couldnât sit idly by. It was time to make his move.
His disruptions in your life started inconspicuously. Leaving for a date? You found your car tires slashed and windows shattered in the parking deck. Now thereâs a police investigation. BummerâŚgotta cancel the date. Had a guy over? Satoruâs apartment flooded. Weird⌠that was the second time this month.Â
âYou gotta talk to the landlord about this, âToru,â you sighed. He had to stay at yours that evening.Â
You cried on his shoulder, telling him that some guy stood you up on a date you had been anticipating for weeks. There was an electrical fire in that manâs apartment that night. Mustâve been faulty wiring...or something.
His apartment flooded again. He was back at your door. You welcomed him with open arms, of course. Heâs so good to you, the least you could do is help him out, as well.Â
Satoru, youâre slipping. Thatâs too many times in one month. Ease up or sheâll catch on.
Friday night, in a wild happenstance, he bumped into you while you were out with another man, enjoying a nice dinner together. He smiled warmly at the two of you, before politely dismissing himself. His cheery smile dropped into a demented grin once he stepped out of the restaurant as he anonymously called in a bomb threat to the establishment. You were so shaken up at the entire ordeal you practically begged Satoru to stay with you that night. Heâd be a fool to turn you down.
Satoru got everything he wanted. You were just a tough nut to crack, is all. No big deal. He loved a challenge. After all, how could you not love him by now?
But nothing was working. You couldnât catch the hint, even with everything he threw at you. He was always the one there for you, even when you werenât aware of it. What more could he do to prove that he was the only person you needed? Iâm reliable, witty, and loving⌠how can she not see this? He finally snapped. The last straw? Hearing your pleasure-filled cries while getting fucked by another man, your âboyfriendâ. The lewd sounds ricocheted around your room, shooting through the thin walls of your apartment and straight into his listening ears.
Tsk, tsk. Now youâve done it. Always been such a tease.Â
For as cocky as he was, itâs oddly fitting. In his mind, everything belonged to him, including you. And with that, his demented plan was in full effect. He had hoped to spare you, prayed that you would fall in love with him before he lost his composure completely. But your sweet, naive nature had proved to be a difficult wall to break down.Â
âË. ŕ ËââŚË.
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The sound of your front doorâs lock disengaging echoed through the empty hallway. Satoru stepped in, inhaling deeply as he shoved your house key into his back pocket. It was far easier to gain access into your home than he had originally anticipated; he was fully prepared to break in, but all he had to do was tell your landlord you went out of town and you forgot to leave a key with him before you left. The manager of your apartment complex knew how close you and Satoru were, so it was an easy lie to tell. But it couldnât have been further from the truth. You werenât out of town, he wasnât house sitting, and you had no intentions of having company this evening.
Seated at your desk, he opened your laptop and navigated his way to your iMessage settings, ensuring you could only send and receive texts from your laptop. Clicking on the messaging app, he stifled the gag that threatened to escape his throat as he clicked on the thread between you and your boyfriend, his contact name âmy loveâ in your phone. He rolled his eyes, before drafting a quick text:Â
-Hey, baby. I have a half-day at work todayâŚdinner and wine at my place tonight? ;)
He grinned at the quickness of your boyfriendâs response.
-I would love that. What time, my love?
Satoru scoffed at the pet name. He doesnât deserve to call you that. Poor bastard needed to learn his place. Heat rose in his chest, jealousy emanating through his skin as he crafted his response.
-3pmâŚCanât wait to see you.
Everything was going according to plan. Satoru glanced at the clock beside him: 11:17 AM. It was time to get set up, he had a big day planned for you, and his first guest would be arriving in a few short hours.Â
A knock rang through the apartment as Satoru finished lighting his final candle. He smiled wide, sauntering over to the door. He swung it open, grinning politely at your boyfriend. â...Hey, manâŚdidnât expect to see you hereâŚâ he said warily as Satoru stood to the side and gestured him in, a quizzical look painted on your partnerâs face as he stepped through the doorway. The door shut and the lock was reengaged. âWhereâsâŚâ but before he could get his question out, his chin was met with Satoruâs right fist.
Satoru made quick work of dragging his body upstairs. He dug through the unconscious manâs pants, pulling out his cellphone. Satoru was disgusted to see that you were his lockscreen. This pitiful man wasnât worthy enough to be with you. He rolled his eyes, unlocking the manâs phone and sending you a text:Â
-Hey, beautiful. Come straight home tonight. Iâm making dinner for us. See you when you get off work.
You smiled at the familiar ding of your phone, the notification effectively distracting you from your tedious paperwork. Your heart soared at the message, sighing deeply and shifting your weight around in your office chair. Your hand rubbed at your face in an attempt to hide your blushing cheeks.Â
âWhat is it?â your coworker asked.Â
âOh, nothing. I thought my boyfriend forgot our anniversary cause I hadnât heard from him all dayâŚbut he just texted me saying heâs at my place and is making dinner for us tonight.â A giddy smile couldnât help but drag across your face.Â
Satoru looked at the clock: 3:28 PM. You would be home in an hour or so. Just a few more things had to be done, everything had to be perfect.
âË. ŕ ËââŚË.
Your heart rate spiked as you got closer to your apartment door, keys jingling against your palm as you fumbled with the lock, excitement making your movements a bit clumsier than usual. You entered and kicked off your heels, and as you turned to toss your keys onto the small table in your foyer, you noticed a small card that said âRead Meâ placed perfectly in the center of the tray. You were perplexed as your eyes scanned over the note. âGo to the living roomâ was all it said.
You blushed, a nervous smile pulling at the edge of your lips as you crept to the other room. Your eyes went wide at the sight; deep red roses were placed in the center of the coffee table and every accessible surface around the couch was adorned with beautifully flickering candles. Another note was on the table, your fingers fumbled with the edge of the card as you opened it: âHave a seat, take a sip, and press play.â You settled on the couch, noticing a glass of alluring red wine to the right of the roses. You took a few deep, fulfilling swigs of your drink before grabbing the TV remote. Your face twisted a bit, examining the glass in your hand, the flavor of wine different than the one you were used to. It was a special night after all, your thoughtful boyfriend must have wanted you to branch out this evening. Where is he, anyway? As you pressed play, you called out for him, only to be cut off by your own confusion as Satoruâs face appeared on your TV screen. You watched with perplexity as Satoru recentered his chair, smiled, relaxed his face, and then smiled again.
NoâŚno, no, no. What is this? You were locked in place, the melodious sounds of Satoruâs voice cascaded out of your surround sound system. He looked different though, his eyes were dull and low, his voice monotonousâhis alarming difference in demeanor sent a chill down your spine. Your groggy mind inferred that this mustâve been an accident. Maybe it was casted to the wrong TV. I shouldnât be seeing thisâŚthese are Satoruâs video diaries.Â
You so badly wanted to tear your eyes away from the screen, this seemed like such an invasion of privacy. But you were entranced, staring intently toward the TV, though you didnât really have a choice, your body was completely numb now.Â
âJanuary 16th, 4:06 AM
I woke up drenched in the feeling of lethargy againâanother night of only an hourâs worth of sleep. Nothing feels real when you hit a certain pointâŚâ you fought to keep your eyes open, to piece together what the hell was happening, until your body eventually succumbed to sleep.
When you finally came to, you were laid out on your bed, fully nude. Soft grunts lingered in the air as you worked your hardest to refocus your eyes, your head pounding. You shifted your weight onto your forearms, your neck straining as it felt like your brain was filled with lead, eyes searching your bedroom for the culprit of the moans. One glance to the left, a quick look to the right, before you stared straight ahead at the wall directly across from the bed. Your body lurched in fear as your heart sank, the source of the sounds now looking you dead in the eyes: The man you had been seeing for the past couple of months, gagged and tied to a chair, his bloodied face twisted up in agony.Â
You tried to call out for him. Your feeble attempts to drag your heavy body closer in order to console him were interrupted as the room was suddenly illuminated with the streaming lights of a projector. Your movements halted as you shielded your eyes immediately, the bright interruption feeling like a flashbang to your sensitive head.Â
âWe didnât get to finish my show and tell,â a voice spoke up from the dark corner.Â
âSatoru?? WhaâŚwhat is going on?â you cried out, tears spilling from your eyes while your hands attempted to cover your modesty. You tried your hardest to sit upright, your head spinning, unsure if Satoru was the culprit or your savior. Your body felt like it was anchored to the floor, your head throbbing with every word that tore through your chest.Â
âThereâs no need for all that yelling, sweetheart,â Satoru grinned, crouching down next to you. You winced as his hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that trickled down your cheeks.Â
Click
Metal cuffs clamped down on your wrists before you could even register what was happening. A million unanswered questions spun through the room as you frantically searched through his blue eyes, hoping to find any sort of insight into the torment he was inflicting upon the two of you.Â
âThis is whatâs gonna happen, okay? I need you to listen to me.â His voice was sickeningly sweet, each syllable that left his lips more damning than the last as he dragged your limp body up the bed, securing your wrists to the headboard and angling your body toward the projected video on your wall. A crazed grin lit up his dull face as he raised his hand, pointing the remote toward the projector. âYouâre gonna sit here and look all pretty fâme while you watch these tapes, and if you move, if you stop paying attention for even a secondâŚâ Your stomach churned at how gently he was able to give such vile instructions. He turned his attention towards your partner, the blade of a knife twirling through the slender fingers of his free hand, â...Heâs dead. Understand, angel?âÂ
You nodded reluctantly, unable to do anything else but comply with his demands. Your head was spinning, trying to digest the fact that this was the same person who had paid your rent and entertained your rants after a hard day of work. You listened as his voice continued to drabble over the static of the projector, recalling how bland that day had been until he saw your face. How he mustâve dreamt of you because there was no way your beauty could exist outside of his imagination. To you, it had been a normal Tuesday afternoon. To him, it had been the start of the rest of his life.Â
The longer you watched, the more the realization set in that the sweet gestures he presented to you were not out of the goodness of his heart, but from the darkness of his spirit, driven by his wanton lust. Your face was slack, eyes wide in horror. Disappointment crawled through your chest at your own naivety. How could I be so oblivious? So trusting?Â
Satoruâs eyes bored into the side of your face as he sat beside you, his hands rubbing deep circles into your bare thighs, pure elation shooting through his veins at his sweet girl finally having a look into his mind. The look of terror that painted your beautiful face made his heart leap with joy. Satoruâs giddy demeanor dropped as pained grunts emerged from the tethered man against the wall. He stood, closing the distance between the two of them, his fist encircling your boyfriendâs throat. You began to protest, to plead with Satoru to leave him be, but the rage that filled his eyes made you shut your mouth. âUh uhâŚeyeâs on the screen, my love.â Your head snapped back toward the videos, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as the muffled wailing of your boyfriend filled the room.Â
As the final video played, Satoru returned to your side, kneeling on the edge of the bed as he stroked the back of your head and rubbed at your cheeks. âCanât you see all that Iâve done for you?â He grabbed your face, digging his fingers deep into the space under your cheekbones, forcing your lips into a pucker. âYou belong to me, my love.â A deep growl rumbled through his chest, âYou look so fucking beautiful like this.â He leaned down and crashed his lips into yours, his hot tongue bullying its way through your tight lips. Small whines echoed through your mouth and into his, and Satoru greedily swallowed up your sounds with ease. Whimpers of protest came from the wall across from your bed, but they were quickly drowned out by the wet sounds of smacking lips and battling tongues.
He broke away, a thick trail of spit still connecting the two of you. Satoru released your cheeks with a gentle shove, throwing his leg over yours to straddle you. He dropped his head to your neck, his white hair brushing against your skin. You winced as he licked a thick line from your collarbone to your ear. âI finally get to have you,â he whispered, nipping at your flesh, âYou ready to give yourself to me, princess?â Your eyes widened in horror, your gaze affixed towards your boyfriend, blood trickling from the fresh cuts on his cheeks. Your head shook side to side, tears brimming in your eyes once more as your thoughts raced through your mind, causing a traffic jam in your throat. âIâŚno, I canâtâŚheâsâŚâ Satoruâs palm covered your mouth, a groan erupting from the back of his throat as his eyes rolled deep into his skull. He sat back, staring down at you, his free hand running its fingertips between your breasts. âThis has nothing to do with himâŚItâs just me and you now, my love.â Your head snapped up to stare at your captor as the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your nipples. A stifled moan teased the back of your throat, an exasperated look of fear in your eyes as you stared up at Satoru.
Your cheeks flushed as you held his gaze. He grinned back down at you before rolling the hardened bud between his fingertips. Your chest arched toward him, a shameful hum dancing from your lips as he played with you. A deep laugh erupted from the blue-eyed man at your unintentional reaction, his head thrown back with pure joy as he continued to pull at your nipples. He leaned into your neck once more, his teeth grazing the outer shell of your ear. âI knew it,â he purred, âKnew you wanted me, too. You were just playing hard to get, isnât that right?â You shook your head once more, your words constricted in your chest. âN-noâŚI never wanted you,â you retorted, head thrown to the side, attempting to distance yourself from him, but to no avail. The weight of him anchored your lower half to the mattress while your tethered wrists held you in place.
A deep chuckle rumbled through Satoru, âSo if I feel your pussy, it wonât be absolutely soaked right now?â A pathetic whimper escaped your throat as you shook your head furiously. The rolling motion against your nipples halted and his hand trailed lower down your abdomen. âHmmâŚletâs see then, shall we?â he taunted, tracing your skin before rubbing your folds and dipping into your core. âI knew itâŚyouâre fucking drenched fâme, sweetheart.â He shoved two fingers in, shallowly teasing your hole before withdrawing, bringing his sopping digits between your faces, turning his wrist as the dim light of the room illuminated the wetness, making it glisten ever so slightly. He examined them before meeting your fearful gaze. âWhy did you lie?â He sucked his middle digit into his mouth, his tongue lapping hungrily at your sweet juices as his eyes fluttered shut. A hum emanated from Satoru as his other soaked finger pushed past your lips, âHere, have a taste, pretty girl,â his long digit dancing around your tongue. âSo fucking sweet. You have no idea how badly Iâve been craving this.âÂ
âIâll ask you again, princessâŚWhyâd you lie to me? I thought you were better than that,â he teased, an insincere pout twitching at his lips as he cradled your chin. Your body thrashed as his hands pawed down your body, plunging two fingers deep inside you again. Your back arched toward him, his knee between your legs was the only thing keeping you open for him. âIâŚIt wasnât..ahh!â I wasnât lyingâŚIââ. Your words fell on deaf ears as a wicked smile crept across Satoruâs face.
âShhhâŚshhh my sweet girl, just lay back and enjoy,â he smirked as he crawled down your body, laying himself flat on the bed with his head nestled between your legs. Satoruâs body no longer shielded you from your boyfriend, your teary eyes darted across his face, a silent apology being sent his way. Small gasps escaped your lips as Satoru continued to pump into you, the tips of his curled fingers toying with your sweet spot. When you stared down at him, the look of pure desire peered back at you, the dampness between your legs skyrocketing at the sight. A scarlet dusting of shame brushed across your cheeks at your clear enjoyment of all this, even though it betrayed every natural instinct you had. His tongue darted out from between his lips, the tip circling your swollen clit as his fingers dipped in and out of you, his movements spurred on by his own desperation.
He was delirious, suckling against your clit while his fingers worked into you with fervor, moans and growls echoing through the room as he drank you in. You so badly wanted to break away, to console your boyfriend who had an unintentional front row seat to you falling apart on someone elseâs tongue, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop him, his digits hitting spots inside you that you didnât even know existed. Pleasure ripped through your body as a tightening sensation crept its way into your stomach. The rattling of your cuffs echoed through your bedroom as you fought against your restraints, desperately wanting to tangle your fingers in Satoruâs hair.
Your hips bucked toward his mouth, your body aching for release as your pelvis thrusted against his flattened tongue. You didnât dare look away from Satoru, for you knew there was another set of eyes affixed upon the damning scene that was unfolding. He continued to hum and suck and pump into your core as you tightened around him, his slender fingers quickly coaxing your orgasm from your writhing body. Your eyes screwed shut as your gushy walls spasmed around his fingers, your release painting Satoruâs overly-eager face. He lapped at you some more, working you through your orgasm as he cleaned you up with his wickedly talented tongue.Â
A deep growl broke through Satoruâs chest as he removed his head from between your legs, the back of his hand dragging across his chin, catching the last of your release before he licked you off of him. He sat upright, craning his neck to look over his shoulder, âHope you were taking notes,â a smug grin on his face as he addressed your watching boyfriend. He redirected his attention to you. âDid so good fâme, angel. Dreamt of that for so longâŚâ he grinned, his tongue darting out to trace along his lips, hoping there was still some of you coating his face â...I could do that all fuckinâ day.âÂ
Your shaking chest heaved as clarity settled into your mind. Satoru untethered your wrists from the headboard, shifting your body so that you were on your hands and knees, head positioned toward the wall your partner was leaning against. Strangled sounds rang from your boyfriendâs chest as you finally met his gaze. Humiliation prickling under your skin at the realization of what you had just done. But you had no time to dwell on it as Satoru repositioned himself on the bed.
âHeâs gonna watch me destroy you, my sweet girl,â Satoru was kneeled behind you, lining himself up with your embarrassingly soaked entrance. He grasped your hips roughly, sinking into you in one fluid motion. You choked out a sob as you dropped your head in shame.
âYouâre so pretty when you cry. He canât help youâŚcanât save you. Go âhead, keep cryinâ for him,â he cooed, his thrusts deep and slow inside of you. Jagged moans escaped your throat as the thick head of his cock brushed into your sweet spot. âHe canât make you feel as good as I do.â
He leaned down, reaching around to cradle your throat in his hand, squeezing tightly as he turned your head to the side, his sharp eyes running up and down your contorted face. âCanât you see that you belong to me, how my poor heart aches for you? How badly Iâve needed you?â His thrusts were agonizingly slow but incredibly deep, the pressure in your tummy betraying your desire for this to stop. âThatâs it, my love. Feel you clenching down on meâŚyouâre getting off on this, arenât ya?â His hips rocked deeper into you, the new depth had your hands clawing at the sheets of your bed as pleasure worked its way through your trembling body.
âHe doesnât treat you the way I do. He never will. No one is better for you than me, princess,â he seethes, his hand cupping your chin, holding your head up, âNow look in his eyes while I use you.â His pace picked up, pulling you back on to him with his anchored hand around your neck. A broken sob cut through your constricted throat as he fucked into you, the visceral sound of flesh smacking against flesh and whines and cries spun through the otherwise stiff air of your room. He palmed at the fat of your ass, pulling your body to meet his rough thrusts. A choked cry left your lips as you maintained eye contact with your boyfriend, crimson droplets running down his face, mimicking the pattern of your tears. You mouthed a silent âIâm sorryâ to him before your eyes shut tightly, waves of sinful bliss pulsed through your body with every mean thrust of Satoruâs hips.
âGettinâ so tight around meâf-fuuuckâyouâre close, huh?â Your face contorted in shameful pleasure as you nodded, your back arching even more to take him deeper. âThatâs itâŚcâmon, my love. Need you to cum on my cock,â Satoru begged, his voice airy as he got lost in your tight, sopping walls. âShow me how good I make you feel.â His words ricocheted around your head as the building pressure in your stomach finally snapped, your legs shaking violently as your orgasm ripped through your body, splattering onto Satoruâs thighs and the mattress below you.Â
A few more strokes met your dripping center before Satoru bottomed out inside of you, thick ropes of his pearlescent seed painting your spasming walls. He finally released his tight grip around your throat, your head dropping immediately as indignity plagued your trembling frame. He pulled out, spreading your cheeks as he leaned down, an animalistic growl pulling from his chest as he watched his cum dribble out of your pussy.Â
Satoru rubbed soothing circles into your lower back as you worked to regain your breath. âYouâre mine,â he whispered. He unlatched the restraints from around your wrists, a coy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth at the purple bruises that marked your skin. He locked eyes with your boyfriend, a deranged smile dancing across his face as he reached for the discarded projector remote.Â
Another familiar voice flooded through the speaker, but this time it wasnât Satoruâs. â...We broke up a few weeks ago. No, no. Really, itâs okay. She was kind of a bitch anyway.â Your pupils widened as you stared back at the man you had just been feeling sorry for minutes ago, rage mixing into the vast sea of emotions you were already feeling while you watched a grainy video of him snaking his arm around another womanâs waist. The two of them were laughing outside of his house before she leaned in to kiss him.Â
âMy poor sweet girl.â Satoruâs hand brushed lightly against your cheeks, catching tears that you didnât even realize had begun spilling out. âI didnât want you to have to find out this way, but I didnât have much of a choice, did I?â
There were a million other ways he could have broken the news to you, but that somehow wasnât the most pressing issue at hand.Â
âAn eye for an eye, right?â The same haunting grin that youâd grown to know all too well spread across his face again, his blue eyes slicing into your ex-boyfriendâs. âI canât believe that my entire world was in the hands of someone so undeservingâŚâ he redirected his attention back to you and recaptured your cheeks in his hands. He leaned down to meet your gaze, unexpected softness replacing his usual sinister demeanor. âWhat do we do now, baby? Itâs your call.â
Your pulse was ringing through your ears. âMy call?â your voice was reduced to a whisper as you repeated it back to him.Â
âIâm going to kill him either way, but I want you to tell me how.â
You pondered for a moment, still coming to terms with the chain of events that lead you to this one vengeful moment.Â
Satoru stood, sauntering over to your boyfriend, stooping down to his level while his hands hovered over his gag. âWhen I take this off, I donât want to hear anything other than remorse come from that pathetic fuckinâ mouth of yours.â Your boyfriendâs eyes shifted towards you, then back to Satoru, as he nodded pitifully. The tie was pulled from his mouth. His words were broken, barely audible. âIâm -â he choked out. âIâm sorry, I -â
Your stomach lurched as a sharp smack met his cheek, the painful sound resonating through the room. âYou can do better than that. You got one more try,â Satoru spat, his eyes burning into your ex-loverâs bloodied face as he wrapped his fist around his throat, jostling his head around in a fit of rage.Â
âSatoru,â you hardly recognized your tone let alone the thoughts that were racing through your head. The last few hours of your life had been a blur. The words you heard earlier made perfect sense now, âNothing feels real when you hit a certain point.â You were officially at that point. âSatoru, donât. Letâs just end this.â
It was the first time youâd ever seen the silver-haired man look surprised. His eyebrow raised, a mix of curiosity and amusement glinting in his eye. âTell me how,â he repeated. âI need to hear you say it.âÂ
You were in a dream. Nothing more than a figment of Satoruâs imagination, just like he had said. It was the only thing that made sense to you because there was no way any of this was actually happening.Â
âRip his heart out,â your voice emotionless as you gazed toward the blue-eyed man. Satoru groaned deeply, his dick twitching at the sound of your pretty voice speaking his dark language. The same depraved grin pulled at the edge of his lips as he looked back at your ex.Â
âWell,â he smirked, âlooks like itâs decided thenâŚâ Adoration swam through his ocean eyes as he looked back at you, âI knew I picked the right one.â
âË. ŕ ËââŚË.
Click
The lock of your front door unbolted as your bodies pushed through the door frame, giggling as four glasses of wine danced through your systems. Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. âHappy anniversary, my love,â he mumbled against your lips. His hands grasped yours as he led you toward the couch.Â
You nestled into the warmth of his chest, his arm secured around you while you gazed around the room. Your head spun from the wine-induced nostalgia that this day had inevitably brought on. You were still in the same apartment, only it belonged to both of you now. A blend of sentimental gifts decorated your bookshelf that the two of you had collected over the last year. A camcorder, pressed red roses, framed vacation photos, and the first set of diamond earrings heâd bought you stowed away in a heart-shaped jewelry box. But out of all of the memories that tied you together, there was one that stood out the most.Â
âShould we open it?â you whispered, drawing lazy circles into his shoulder.
You didnât have to see his face to feel his smirk. He knew his girl and he knew her well. He stood wordlessly, retrieving a jar from the highest shelf. He presented it to you, a smug grin gracing his ethereal features, the same look that was permanently etched into your brain the night he got it for you.Â
âBe my guest, princess.â You unscrewed the lid, peering into the jar as the strong scent of formaldehyde tickled your nose. You smiled longingly into the container, the overwhelming feeling of love reverberating through your chest. There was something so beautifully poetic about Satoruâs limerence, the lengths at which he went to steal the heart of another in order to fully possess yours.Â
author note: im so sorry for not posting my sweets,, i had the worst case of writer's block and i was actively trying to work on six different WIPs...i was losing my mind.
this was quite the heavy fic to write...i hope i didn't scare anyone away with it lol
alsoooo!! sending out the biggest thank you to @remlionheart for forcing me to finish this...my editor, my co-writer, the love of my life ⥠â・Ë
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jason todd x reader
warnings â mentions of blood, death, violence, weapons, jealousy. unedited!!
a/n; i have to fight myself not to make reader have certain traits of mine like my anger issues but sometimes she deserves to be a little crazy. as a treat.
JASON TODD with someone that matches his freak.
You have so much patience and grace for him and he loves you for the way you make him feel less broken every day youâre together. But he wonât lie that he enjoys it when youâre the one who goes a little crazy.
He teaches you self defence pretty regularly, because he knows he canât always be there, protecting you on the streets of Gotham and heâd rather you be prepared for any given scenario.
Youâre a good student, listening to his every word and successfully mastering most of the manoeuvres he teaches you. He enjoys teaching you for many reasons, one of them being that he has an excuse for keeping his hands on you. But his favourite thing is the way your eyes light up when you manage to knock him off his feet or land a hit.
You ask him if heâs alright because thereâs a pink flush kissing his cheeks and he mumbles that heâs fine, but really heâs blushing because heâs embarrassed about the sick thoughts heâs having about you being able to physically hurt him. That is until you grab one of his knives off the table.
You twirl it between your fingers, seemingly fascinated with the way the warm lighting of your apartment reflects off the blade, showing off its fatally sharp edges.
âWould you teach me how to stab a guy?â
He feels like heâs had the wind knocked out of him. Your voice is so sweet, asking him such a question so politely and who is he to deny you?
Never in a million years will Jason think he deserves you, and thereâs always going to be a little voice in his head that says you could leave him at any given time for any one of your choosing. Which is why he gets jealous really easily, but he tries his best to hide it as not to scare you away.
Not that it would, since you never bother hiding the scowl on your face when you catch another girl throwing glances at him now and then. Jason doesnât even notice the other girl until he looks over at you and sees the dark look in your eyes and suddenly his blood runs hot.
God forbid a girl tries to talk to Jason in a flirty way, because youâre immediately there, wrapping your arms around his waist, fingers sneaking under his leather jacket.
âHey, babe,â you say, voice deliberately sweet as you look up at him. âI was looking for you.â
âThat so, sweetheart?â he murmurs, amusement flickering across his blue eyes as his arms naturally find your waist. He completely forgets there was even another girl talking to him until you turn around to stare her down.
âAnd you are?â
âOh, uh, no one,â she says, faltering slightly, her eyes still glued to Jason. âI wasââ
âRight,â you cut her off, a smile gracing your face, but your voice is flat and devoid of any emotion. âWe were just leaving.â
You donât bother waiting for a response before youâre dragging him out of there and heâs gladly letting you.
Your smile drops as soon as youâre both alone and youâre letting go of him, walking faster ahead of him. He catches up to you easily, trying not to laugh when you bat his hands away. âI hope the two of you are very happy together,â you snap, refusing to look at him.
Jason grins, stepping in front of you to stop you. You cross your arms over your chest, glaring at him. âYou could have shut that down, you know.â
He exhales a laugh, tilting his head and smiling even wider at how pissed off at him you look. âThere was nothing to shut down,â he says truthfully, stepping closer to invade your personal space and uncrossing your arms to pull you closer. âPlus, I like seeing you a little jealous.â
A little is a bit generous since you look downright murderous, but heâs not complaining in the slightest.
You still refuse to look at him. âI am not jealous. I could have easily beaten her ass,â you mutter.
Jason huffs out a laugh, and when you scoff and turn away, he catches your wrist and tugs you forward so you stumble against him, using his chest to steady yourself. His lips ghost against your ear, making you shiver slightly as he whispers, âMy moneyâs on you, babe. And for the record, youâre the only one Iâm ever looking at.â
Your irritation melts into something else entirely and you playfully roll your eyes at him. He knows heâs got you now, just like heâs aware of how much you pretend to hate that he knows how to handle you.
When he comes home, covered in blood finally allowing his shoulders to sag with exhaustion, you donât even flinch at the sight of him. You smile when he enters your apartment, dropping a kiss to his cheek in greeting and guiding him to sit.
âAny of this blood yours?â you ask, calmly. He doesnât miss the concern in your voice and the way youâre subtly checking each area covered in blood for any hint of a wound.
He shakes his head and your body relaxes. âGood,â you mutter, focused now on scrubbing away a spot of dried blood from out of his suit. You donât bother attempting to clean his hair since youâll get it out in the bath a bit later.
He watches you, waiting for you to ask a question that never comes. The question that he feels like the members of his family are always asking in an attempt to morality check him.
Youâre not like them, though. Your expression remained unfazed when the washcloth in your hands is more red than whatever colour it was before.
His jaw tightens. âYouâre not gonna ask?â
âAsk what, Jay?â You tilt your head, pausing in your movements. He hesitates for a second.
âHow many?â
Understanding dawns on your face and you slowly nod. âAh. Well. Do you want me to ask?â
He studies you for a long moment as you resume your work with the washcloth, moving to the areas that the blood seeped through a gap in his suit to coat his wrists. The quiet hum of your shared apartment settles around you both. Then, he shakes his head. âNo.â
âAlright then,â you say softly, setting the washcloth down. His bloodied shirt is next, torn in some places, damp with sweat from overexerting himself. You grab the hem, pulling it over his head and he lets you. Tossing it to the ground, you hesitate for the first time tonight when you catch sight of his torso. You frown, fingers skimming over his bruised ribs. Your touch is light, careful. You finally meet his eyes, unflinchingly. âEvery single one of them deserved it.â
A sharp exhale leaves his lip, something between relief and something else â something darker. He shudders out a breath and finally allows himself to touch you, knowing you wonât break.
Pulling you closer, he rests his head against your chest, melting into you when your fingers start to lightly scratch against his scalp.
You arenât scared of him. You never would be, he was pretty certain of that. He even sees some of that same darkness in you that he used to wish he could rid himself of. And he loves you for it.
Jason has never been more fucking gone for anyone in his life.
a/n cont.; only difference between reader and a psych ward patient is that sheâs outside
#i promise Iâd match your freak jasonâŚ#jason todd imagine#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd scenarios#jason todd fluff#jason todd drabble#jason todd imagines#jason todd smut#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd fic#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x y/n#jason todd#red hood x you#red hood imagine#red hood x reader#red hood fanfiction
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what really gets me is that like. i'm not really into the Wild West kind of genre. and i'm not really into sci-fi. ive never been that into either. but here we are at the intersection of each with trigun, and somehow i am Captivated
#speculation nation#to be fair i'm personally Obsessed with the trope of the nonhuman character trying to appear human (but not really being able to#because of The Eccentricities)#and also the idea of some rando being so much more than they seem. socially speaking or Intrinsically like with vash#adding in the dichotomy between him and knives. the way they mirror one another#i always do love complicated sibling relationships in media lmao. still caring about one another but Everything goes wrong with it#i loved the little peeks into knives' motivations. how you can understand where he's coming from with it all#how as a kid he even shows shock and horror and mischief. he's a person too#but capable of so many Horrible things. he really does think of humans as pests.#and then there's vash. someone inherently healing by nature. who loves so hard it hurts him. constantly.#im rotating them in my brain. very fast. it's practically a centrifuge up in here
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