#unfortunately i have to look disrespectfully.

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my favorite madney scenes: [22/?] ⇢ Seize the Day, 3.11

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as above, so below

[mamayan]

Hi! and wow! I actually never made a request on tumblr before today. To get to the point: Tumblr is lacking in Sanemi Shinazugawa content so bad (your Yobai writing was so perfect btw!!!) I would LOVE it of you made a arranged marriage fic of reader x Sanemi or maybe a college bully sanemi x teacher reader or something ^^ im not picky but i love to see what you would do with it!! 💕XOXO

Nonnie I’m so glad you slid in my box with these treasures, like goodness I sort of want to write both, but I wouldn’t do them justice in just one ask. How’s this? If you like how I write this, throw another ask in for the arranged marriage. I’m feeling this modern AU right now♥️

College AU: Bully! Student! Sanemi Shinazugawa x Professor! Fem! Reader

tw: NSFW • Modern AU • Taboo Relationship (Student x Teacher) • Reader has hair long enough to pull and is shorter than Sanemi here • Blackmail • Spanking • Oral (M) • Fingering (F) • Rough Sex • Degradation/Mild Humiliation

“Mr. Shinazugawa, thank you for coming in today.” You sat perched like a little bird behind your desk, ass scooted as far to the edge of the seat as possible with your legs crossed. Your pencil skirt, with a slit up the leg, revealed your soft skin for his dark gaze as he lazily slides into the leather plush seat in front of your desk.

It’s just after your office hours had closed, the campus winding down for the evening as classes finished up.

Your pretty face was serious, lips set in a grim line as you faced him with your hands folded in your lap. He felt his irritation spike as your pathetic display of posturing in front of him. His face didn’t hide his disdain either, sneering at you as he leaned back and spread his arms over the back of the chair, legs spread wide as he slouches disrespectfully. “What’s up Doc,” he calls your title with hardly any care, rolling the words like one might speak to an old friend and not their college Professor. You’d earned your doctorate, unlike this trouble child turned demon.

Unfortunately you couldn’t have him expelled, the Ubuyashiki family whom owned and founded this prestigious University being on very good terms with Sanemi’s family. The only time you saw him behave with even a semblance of human decency was in front of the the chairman, but Kagaya is a young man of a calm and patient disposition, far to lenient with Sanemi by your personal standards. The man in question nothing short of a delinquent, face covered in menacing scars with his white hair gelled back, amethyst eyes being eerily similar to that of a wild animal.

Unhinged, violent, a bully.

One too many students had complained to you, some even sent to the hospital, and it was Kagaya Ubuyashiki himself who’d asked for your help personally. Explaining that Sanemi needed your assistance and guidance to find the right path. He’d buttered you up so well you’d caved and agreed to have a one on one with the vibrating feral dog before you.

“I think you have some idea of why you’re here Mr. Shinazugawa. Despite your incredible aptitude in my class, and from what I hear from my colleagues, their classes as well… you’ve not given the same courtesy towards your fellow students and professors.” It was putting it as politely as possible, because this man nearly killed the department head of Astronomy. Granted, that Professor was a dirtbag and had been bumping up grades for sexual favors from his students, but you certainly didn’t condone that sort of savagery. No matter how good it felt to see him in a wheel chair looking defeated and broken. That was only one instance though, his multiple fist fights on campus, destruction of property, and overall cruel disposition made him a hazard.

Sanemi merely rolled his eyes, smirking when he caught your eye twitch in irritation. “So what? This a fuckin’ intervention baby?” You startled at the intimate nickname, becoming enraged at his teeth baring grin. “You wanna fix me or somethin’? I might think about it if you get on your knees and suck my cock.” His snicker of amusement and wide provocative eyes were roaring to match your rage.

“If you don’t take this seriously Mr. Shinazugawa—,” the moment you stood to point a finger, he was standing too.

Towering over you, his smile gone and person radiating bloodlust. He didn’t step forward, didn’t need to if he wanted to make a point, because even just him standing doing absolutely nothing was enough to send a shiver of fear down your spine and choke on your next words.

“If I don’t take this seriously… then what Ms. PhD? Hmm? You’ll do fuckin’ what?” His voice had dropped an octave and the baritone of his timber was nothing if not damn terrifying. You briefly wondered if you’d get fired for throwing yourself out the window behind you, because this was ridiculously scary. You should’ve made Mr. Ubuyashiki stay, your confidence draining with the blood from your face. His dark expression doesn’t change, but he’s drinking in your fearful expression and cautious widening eyes with inner glee. You couldn’t see it, but the little lip quiver and your eyes getting watery had him rock hard, fully enjoying the submissive display and making his teeth ache to sink into the pretty skin you so boldly flashed when you uncrossed your legs to stand. “What’s wrong? You were so damn ready to lay into me, now you wanna be cute and quiet?” His teasing edge was more mocking and dripping with ridicule than he intended, but the affect he wanted was the same.

Stroking those flames of yours higher.

“This is highly is inappropriate—,”

“Like masturbating in your office on the weekend?” You physically freeze, face falling as horror dawns on you.

“If we want to talk about inappropriate, then why don’t you face the mirror on yourself.” His smile only grows with your anxiety.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about—,” he laughs, digging his phone quickly from his pocket and unlocking it swiftly. When he faces the screen towards you, there’s a video playing.

Of you. Doing exactly that, two fingers shoved down your skirt when you quietly pant and work yourself over, leaning against your desk. It’s way to HD and close up to be anything else but a hidden camera on your desk no less, panic flooding yourself as you swipe off the papers looking for whatever the hell held the device. All the while in your frantic search, Sanemi let the video continue at full volume, your little gasps and moans getting louder as you gasp now for air for different reasons.

It’s in your name plate. Nearly invisible but you find it and nearly tear it apart with shaking hands as you look at up at his evil face grinning down at you.

He likes that the cocky pretentious look on your face is gone. “Who’d have thought the golden Professor around here would be such a fucking slut when no one is looking. All these books and numbers must not satisfy huh?” You wanted to scream at him.

“Y-you set this up…? Why?” You couldn’t fathom it at all, why the devil incarnate would do such a nasty thing. Did he want you gone? If so, he could easily convince Ubuyashiki, so it must just be to torment you. You’d never had a confrontation with him until today though, and that video was taken weeks ago. Your pretty eyes pricked with tears could only look at him in complete disbelief.

“Why? Are you fucking kidding me right now? It seems your brain is only book smart baby, of course it’s because I wanted to.” His sneering grin is absolute in it’s intention to hurt. Even as tears spill and you’re forced to reconcile not only are you likely getting fired from your dream job, but he’s probably going to spread it all over the Internet. You’d never get hired anywhere else if that gets out. It’s not like it’s revenge porn or something like that, it’s clearly your office on campus during work hours.

“Looks like I’m not the only freak around here, isn’t that right Doctor?” He moves now, shutting the video off and sliding his phone back in his pocket, stepping around your desk towards you. You don’t have much room to step back before you’re up against the wall. His body boxing you in as his arms shoot out and palms slap flat on either side of your head, your flinch goes ignored as he leans down nearly close enough to kiss you.

He smells like something sweet, juxtaposed to his cruel and serious expression.

“You wanna keep your job and dignity?” You don’t want to let the tears fall, but they do.

You nod anyway, even as you pathetically sniffle and glare up at him hatefully. It’s got all the venom of a bunny to him.

“Then get on your knees. I wasn’t fuckin’ kidding earlier.”

You hate him and yourself. You told yourself this job was stressful, justified your dirty secret, but it ended up being the nail in your coffin. This would be another though.

“B-but you’re my student…”

“It didn’t stop you from fucking your fingers in here, so I don’t really see a problem.” It’s like you swallowed a lead weight as you move to kneel like he asked, not looking at him even as he refuses to give you more space, still leaning against the wall behind you.

It gives him a great view to look down on you, your form quaking and so unwilling he wanted to laugh. You were acting tough still.

His pants are baggy and loose, the denim waist band barely on his hips and you can see up his shirt now, the hard lines of muscle on his torso and soft smatter of hair down his navel into his waist band.

He’s not wearing boxers.

“I suggest you fuckin’ hurry before I start looking for somethin’ to post to end my boredom.” His words light a fire under you, hands moving swiftly and desperately now. It has him grinning savagely, watching you easily pull his pants down and expose his hard leaking cock to the cool air.

He lets you pause for a second, feasting on the hesitation and awe you express as you lightly grip him. Your fingers don’t touch all the way around. It drives him wild as he bucks his hips, hissing in pleasure as you finally lick his tip tentatively.

“A bitch who fucks herself in her office doesn’t kitten lick cock,” his threat is there, and you force yourself to open up and take him in your hot mouth.

He’s loud as he moans, and when you cringe back from his little thrust deeper into your mouth, he steps forward to press you back against the wall. Seeing you pinned, looking up at him with your mouth full of his cock, almost makes him cum on the spot.

Almost.

Instead he pulls out slowly, your hands on his thighs as if that’ll stop him from going too deep. When it’s only his tip in, he slams back forward, laughing at your tears spilling and mouth sputtering around him. Your throat gagging and constricting as he stretches the thin tight airway until it burns, pulling back slowly again and repeating until all you can think about is the cock in your throat and the scent of something sweet, like a confectionery.

He didn’t think it’d feel so good. The sight of you deep throating him and the feeling of your mouth on his cock far too amazing to stop himself from an early ejaculation.

Unfortunately for you, he comes a lot. Thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat, the surprise of it causing you to cough, making some of it go up and out your nose as the jolt of pain brings a fresh wave of tears.

“Fuck—, you better swallow all of it,” he all but snarls down at you, looking feral and rabid as he works his hips and cock around in your mouth while you struggle to obey.

When he pulls out finally, load emptied in your stomach, his hand reaches down and grips your jaw. The force of it making your sore jaw and mouth open back up, and it’s too late to close before his spit lands on your tongue. You try to jerk away, to spit it out as the humiliation washes over you, but he’s stronger. Forcing your head back against the wall, he clamps your jaw shut, laughing as you nearly bite through your own tongue in frustration.

“Don’t piss me off, fuckin’ swallow it.” You like him more when he’s being teasing and mean, not this serious Sanemi which invokes fear and commands your obedience.

You swallow, hatefully you swallow and even more hatefully curse him in your mind because you were aroused. Painfully aching and panties soaked to your embarrassment. He smiles, not the twisted kind but approvingly, as you listen. The indignant and humiliated look on your face absolutely adorable covered in your own tears and his cum. He’s nice not to make you wipe it off and lick it up this time.

“Stand up,” he doesn’t wait for you to follow, sure that you’ll try and take your sweet ass time and he sadly only has half and hour left with you by appointment standards. You were after all the most beloved Professor on campus, and many people wanted your time. He wasn’t different in that sense, but he also isn’t content to play the part of a good student and wait for you to fall in love with him like some stupid romance movie.

He’d much rather you like this.

Sanemi manhandles you until he’s seated in your desk chair, pulling you into his lap, back against his chest. You aren’t given time to protest when he yanks up your skirt and uses his thick thighs to spread your own.

Feeling him against you like this, you realize he’s all muscle. Not a soft spot to be found, as he tears off your underwear next, exposing your cunt to the cool air as you feel his cock hardening again beneath your ass.

“S-Sanemi—!?” He opens your cute little blouse up next, batting your hands away easily to yank your bra down and reveal your breasts and hardened nipples.

“Fuck you’re soaked, you like suckin’ my cock that much?” He ignores your whine of protest, your efforts to stop him minimal and half hearted, especially when he lets his rough thick fingers trail through the copious arousal dripping from your pussy right now. “Should I have kept going? See if you’d cum just from fucking your mouth?” He cups your face and turns your head to look at him, unable to stop the hoarse moan that leaves you when he sinks a finger inside your tight heat. “Y-you’re wrong…” you still stubbornly glare and argue back, eyes still sparked with defiance he found delicious.

“Oh? So this isn’t from sucking my cock? Then what’s it from, watching yourself get off again in this office? You a fuckin’ exhibitionist or something?” He’s teasing as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you, the wet noises echoing in your office and stifling your next words as you pant and weakly grip behind you onto his shirt.

“If that’s the case, I don’t mind turning us around and drawing back the curtains…” he speaks the words softly, right into your ear as he licks the shell of it, your pussy clamping down hard on his finger. Your office faced the main part of campus, even in the evening students and teachers walked that area.

He chuckles, “You really like the sound of that, don’t you whore?” You gasp as he adds a second, gritting your teeth to stop the sounds of pleasure from spilling freely.

“Fu-fuck you—!” Your words drip venom, but he only sighs, as if disappointed in your answer. Shaking his head as if there’s nothing he can do about it.

“That’s the point baby, I’m going to fuck you,” he effortlessly lifts you up with one arm around your middle, the iron bar that is his arm suffocating as you struggle. He slips his fingers out, the gooey trail of slick connecting his fingers to your pussy making his cock twitch as he rubs the leftovers on the tip, slicking himself up as he lines himself with your entrance.

“Just like this,” he lets gravity do the work, and you’re so wet it slides in despite the a sting and ache of the stretch, his girth splitting you.

“Hah!” You try to jerk off, but he keeps your from doing so with his arm still wrapped around you, groaning as your pussy begins to spasm and tighten up painfully.

“Holy fuck are you coming? Shitttt,” He’s delirious with pleasure, your orgasm wrecking you both as you twitch and moan, struggling to even breathe as your body betrays your mind. It feels too good. All of it. Your legs spread wide and his cock in full view splitting you open as you cum around him. He can’t stop himself from rutting up into you, cursing your gummy walls as they massage and strangle his dick, pumping his cock as your pussy gushes slick.

“Shit you really are a slut, to cum all over your student’s cock like a bitch in heat, and I’ve hardly touched you, ah,” his head tilts back, both hands now anchoring your hips as he bounces you, tip hitting your deepest parts as you cry and moan. Quick to be overwhelmed and overstimulated.

When his balls draw tight, he shoves you off him roughly, forcing you to hit the desk as he pushes your face down into the homework you had been grading earlier. He hunches over you, sliding back inside from behind as he yanks your hips up when your legs try to buckle.

“Not fuckin’ done with you—!” He looks enraged, face flushed bright red as he pants, watching his thick cock get swallowed over and over again inside you. “Not done ever actually,” he laughs, moving his hand off your face to sink into your hair, gripping a fist full and yanking your head back. Your cries are no longer muffled, your tear and drool covered face now sporting a few ink stains as he really begins bucking his hips, using your hair as leverage to keep you in place.

Your body seizes up again, another hard orgasm rushing up as Sanemi lands a sharp slap against your right ass cheek. Then the left side. “Fuck yes, clench your pussy just like that!” He’s speaking through his teeth, hissing in pleasure as he paints your ass with his hand, loving how tight you get on impact and how wet you are.

“Sanemi—m’gonna cum—!” Your tongue feels swollen as you speak, mumbling out your words as your peak approaches. You aren’t even thinking anymore, his cock turning you stupid as he grunts and continues his savage pace.

“Bet it’s been forever,” he laughs, “—no, I bet you’ve never had this pretty pussy fucked like this before, have you?” You’re out of it, too drunk on the high to comprehend his words. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna fuck you like this everyday, you’re not ever gonna forget how it feels for me to fill this pussy—!” He flinches as you cum, moaning long and loud as his cock succumbs to the pleasure and he follows you close after. His balls taunt with tension as his dick works to fill you up just like he said.

He lets you drop back to the desk as he pants, skin sweaty as he wipes his forehead and looks down at you.

You’re heaving too, limp and drooling as you recover slower than him. Your clothes completely in disarray as you lay mostly exposed. He lets his dick slide out slowly, softening just a little and helping him ease out as he watches a well of white begin to ooze out of you and onto the fancy pristine wood flooring below, your legs trembling in the cute black heels you sported.

Sanemi reaches over you wordlessly, to the potted plant which has decorated your desk even longer than your new name plate.

He pockets the little camera hidden in it, before he starts yanking up his pants and fixing his clothes.

As he walks around your desk, he looks down just as you look up. His smile disgusting as he quietly says, “Thanks for the fun. I’ll see you the same time tomorrow Ms. Slut,” he laughs at the rage bleeding into your eyes again.

He’ll enjoy re-watching your first time together tonight when he can get the footage uploaded to his computer. Tomorrow he’ll be sure to take you from a new angle.

[lovessidney]

You're worth finding

Please note that this explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

Trigger warning: Alcohol abuse.

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Pronouns: none, I think (anatomy: AFAB).

Requested by: @xpsidedownn

Summary: You and Gerard get into a terrible fight. They’re drinking in a worrying kind of way and all you want is to help them, but it doesn’t go down the way you want it to. You spend the evening looking for them and in the end, you make up.

A/n: This request has taken me aaaaaaaaages, and I’m so so so sorry. I’ve had the worst writers block and have been working my ass off both with uni and actual work. But it’s finally done. 

Also, I'm switching up my writing. So, if you’ve read anything of mine maybe you’ve seen I’ve always written in third-person perspective. I don’t know why. However, that led to a lot of names, pronouns and (y/n)s, so I’ve decided to try first-person perspective. I hope y’all like it.

Second ”also”, I’m in no way trying to glamorise alcohol abuse, and I tried to be respectful about it. I fully understand it’s a very real disease and I’m in no way trying to portray it unfairly or disrespectfully. Still; if any of you feel like I’ve gotten something wrong or find it disrespectful, please let me know and I will do my best to alter the story or simply remove it.

Your timer beeped, letting you know it was time to start boiling pasta. The sauce to accompany it was already simmering in a pot beside the one now containing pasta. It smelled wonderful, you had to admit.

Gerard had had a very rough week, stressing a lot for tonight’s gig. In an ordinary situation, you would’ve been there to support them, as well as the rest of the band. Unfortunately, you had one hell of a cold and had spent most of the past few days in bed, accompanied by various medicines and wads of paper tissues.

Despite it all, you wanted to do something nice for Gerard. Dinner and a movie, at home edition. So you had made your way to the local supermarket, getting ingredients for their favourite pasta dish, as well as snacks and an unusually nice bottle of red wine.

When you got home, you had a shower and even dressed up just a little bit nicer than usual. And now you stood in the kitchen, just finishing up the last of the dinner preparations.

You looked toward the table. There were candles lit, a fresh bouquet of roses, and two glasses of red wine. Soft music played in the background, adding to the soft and romantic atmosphere.

You could hear a key being inserted into the lock. Or at least, it sounded like someone was trying to unlock the door. A few moments passed, and the struggle persisted. Your mind started wandering. It wasn’t the first time this happened. And as good as every time it did, Gerard was drunk beyond belief.

Your heart sank, and immediately your mood changed. You weren’t angry. Not at all. You were just worried about them. They had been drinking much more, and much more often lately. You knew something was wrong. Gerard probably knew it too, deep down somewhere. But they weren’t in a place to accept that or accept help. Not right now.

A few more moments passed by, and you decided to go let them in yourself. They almost fell inside as you opened the door. Clearly, they had been leaning against it while trying to find the right key and unlock the door.

You caught them in your arms and immediately smelled the alcohol on their breath. You wrapped your arms around them, holding them close. Even if this wasn’t what you had imagined, you were glad to have them home.

For a while, you just stood there, arms wrapped around each other. “Hi, honey,” you finally said and kissed them when you had let go of each other.

“Hi, you,” they answered, slightly swaying on the spot as you let go of them.

You tried not to let your brow furrow with concern as you looked at them. Still, they noticed. “It smells really nice. Have you been cooking?” they asked, in an attempt to cheer you up. But they were still swaying, their words were slurred, and it just broke your heart. It would’ve been one thing if they were drunk but otherwise in good spirits, but that sadness in their eyes worried you. You know that they hadn’t gotten drunk to celebrate another good gig, but rather to escape something, and it just killed you.

You smiled at them. “Thanks, Gee. Are you hungry?” you asked while lacing your fingers together. They nodded tiredly. You led them to the kitchen. It wasn’t many steps from the hallway to the kitchen, but they still almost crashed into a wall on your way there.

In the end, you decided just to sit them down on one of the chairs and serve them their food before getting your own. Before you sat down, Gerard had already emptied their glass of wine. You could feel the tears prickling behind your eyes.

“Honey, has something happened?” you asked them. Usually, they got drunk, but when they came home to you, they tried to dial it down. Not this time, though.

They looked at you with tired, empty eyes and said nothing. They just reached for the bottle and poured another glass. It was more than what you would usually pour into a glass of that kind. Especially for a somewhat romantic dinner. They lifted the glass to their lips.

“Gee, please, you have to talk to me,” you somewhat pleaded, somewhat demanded.

Gerard’s gaze flickered from the glass to you, their eyes clouded with a mixture of sadness and anger. “Talk? About what?” Their words were sharp, and their tone laced with bitterness.

“About what’s been going on, Gerard. You’ve been drinking so much lately, and I’m scared. Something’s not right, and I want to help you.”

They scoffed, their laughter tinged with bitter irony. “Oh, now you’re an expert on my life, huh? You think you know what’s best for me?”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to make them understand. “No, Gerard, I don’t think I know what’s best for you. But I can’t just stand here and watch you destroy yourself. You’re drowning in this, and I don’t know how to help you if you won’t let me in.”

Gerard pushed themselves up from the chair, their legs scraping against the floor with an awful screech. Their face contorted with frustration and they jabbed a finger in your direction. “You think I’m the problem? You think I need to be fixed, like some broken toy?”

Your voice trembled as you tried to reason with them. “No, Gerard, you’re not a problem to be fixed. You’re a person who’s hurting, and I love you. I just want you to talk to me, to let me in. Please.”

They took a step toward you, their eyes blazing with a mix of anger and despair. “You don’t get it, do you? You can’t fix me! No one can. So stop trying!”

The weight of their words hung in the air, suffocating the room. You felt tears streaming down your face as you watched them walk out the door, leaving you alone in the dimly lit room, with the remnants of your romantic dinner and a heavy sense of helplessness hanging in the air.

The plates and the rest of the supposed-to-be romantic dinner sat on the table, untouched, a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil that had just unfolded. You knew that you couldn’t force Gerard to talk or change their ways. They had to want to change for themselves.

With a heavy heart, you got up and began cleaning up the kitchen. The candles you had lit earlier flickered softly as you extinguished them one by one. The roses in the bouquet still looked beautiful, but their presence seemed bittersweet now.

After cleaning up the kitchen, you found yourself sitting alone in the dimly lit room. Tears had streaked your cheeks, leaving trails of sadness in their wake. The bottle of wine on the table tempted you, almost like a silent, soothing friend. But you knew that indulging in it wouldn’t be right, not after what the fight had been about. So, you chose cold water to quench both your thirst and your emotions.

Sipping the water, you gazed out of the window at the dark night sky. Memories of what romantic dinners used to be flooded your mind. The laughter, the shared dreams, the way Gerard’s eyes used to light up when you surprised them with their favourite meal. You held onto those memories like a lifeline, knowing that someday, you’d find your way back to that happiness. And with that, you also knew that you had to find Gerard, wherever they had gone off to. 

With determination in your heart and a sense of purpose, you headed out into the night, leaving your home behind. The city around you was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, casting long shadows on the empty streets. The echoes of your argument with Gerard still reverberated in your mind, but you refused to let despair consume you.

You got into your car and just drove, without any plan at all, as if you hoped Gerard would just turn up. You drove through the darkened streets, memories of your time together replaying in your mind. The city held so many moments – moments of joy and love. You remembered the motel where you had stayed temporarily when you last moved, a place that despite everything held many good memories and lots of hope for the future.

Though you didn’t know why, something deep inside you told you that Gerard might be there. Maybe it was a sense of nostalgia, a longing for a time when things were simpler, a time when you were each other’s everything.

As you pulled up to the motel, you felt a surge of both anxiety and anticipation. You hesitated for a moment, your hand gripping the car’s steering wheel, before finally stepping out into the night.

The motel was just as you remembered it – a nondescript building with a neon sign flickering intermittently. You parked the car and took a deep breath, unsure of what you would find inside.

Entering the dimly lit lobby, you approached the reception desk, your heart pounding with uncertainty. The tired-looking motel clerk glanced up from a magazine, offering a weary smile. “Can I help you?”

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask. “Has someone named Gerard checked in here?”

The clerk raised an eyebrow, seeming uninterested at first. But then, after a moment of thought, he nodded slowly. “Yeah, there was a guy who checked in about an hour ago, they looked pretty out of it. Room 205.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It was as if a surge of hope had washed over you. You thanked the clerk and stepped outside again, looking for room 205.

Gerard was sitting outside the door of 205, a pack of beer beside them and a cigarette to their lips. They looked absolutely miserable.

As you walked closer, Gerard looked up at you. They blinked a few times, just to make sure what they were seeing was true. They fumbled for words for a moment. “How did you find me?” they said, their words slightly slurred. “I don’t know honey. Something just told me you’d be here.”

You sat down beside Gerard and leaned your head on their shoulder. They held the cigarette out for you to take a drag, and they looked at you while you did. “You’re so pretty,” they said with sad, bloodshot eyes. 

“Gerard honey, so are you. You’re my darling.” You placed a soft kiss on their cheek. “I’m so sorry I got angry before honey. I just get worried about you.” 

Gerard looked at you with big eyes. “I’m sorry too. I know you’re just looking out for me. I know I’m hard to love sometimes.” You carefully pushed a strand of hair from Gerard’s face. “You’re not hard to love, honey, I love you the most in the entire world. I just want you to be okay.”

You just sat there together for a moment, taking turns with the cigarette. You leaned your head on Gerard’s shoulder again, just wanting to be close.

The night air was cool against your skin as you and Gerard sat there, side by side, sharing the cigarette. Time seemed to slow down, the weight of the argument and the tension from earlier dissipating in the shared moment of calm.

Gerard’s fingers brushed against yours as they took another drag from the cigarette. Their gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon as if searching for answers in the darkness. “I don’t want to be this way, you know,” Gerard finally confessed, their voice a mixture of vulnerability and regret.

You squeezed their hand gently, offering reassurance. “I know, Gerard. It’s not easy, but you’re not alone. We’ll face it together.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Gerard’s lips. “You always know how to make me feel better,” they whispered, their words carried away by the breeze. “That’s what I’m here for,” you replied softly, leaning your head against their shoulder once more. “We’ll get through this.”

After a while, the cigarette burned down to its last embers, and Gerard extinguished it against the pavement. They turned their head to look at you, their eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and affection. “You’re my rock, you know?” You chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. “And you’re mine. The ups and the downs, they’re all part of who you are.”

Gerard leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a tender affirmation of your connection. “Let’s go home,” they said softly, their hand finding yours. Together, you stood up, leaving behind the worries and strife of the evening.

Back in the car, as you drove through the quiet streets toward your apartment, a comfortable silence enveloped you. Gerard’s hand rested on your thigh, their fingers tracing absent patterns as if seeking comfort in just touching you. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a reminder that life continued beyond the challenges you faced.

When you arrived home, you led Gerard inside, the familiarity of the space providing a sense of grounding. Gerard’s band posters adorned the walls, a testament to their musical passion. You once again settled in the kitchen. Gerard looked at you with a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude. “Thank you for finding me,” they said softly. “You’re worth finding,” you replied, a gentle smile curving your lips.

“How about some tea?” you suggested. “And maybe some toast as well?” Gerard’s eyes lit up for a moment. “Are you sure? It’s late, and you probably want to sleep, and-” “Nonsense,” you said, retrieving the tea and a kettle. “Anything to help you feel better. And I’ve heard eating bread is good when you’ve had alcohol.”

You put a record on, and soon, the kettle whistled, and you poured the steaming water into cups, the soothing scent of chamomile enveloped the room. With a plate of warm toast in hand, you settled on the couch, passing Gerard a cup of tea and a slice of toast. They took a sip and let out a contented sigh. 

“You really know how to make everything better,” they said with a soft smile.

“It’s a talent,” you quipped, a playful grin on your face. Gerard leaned in, their lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. 

“I love you,” they murmured against your mouth.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your heart feeling full and light.

As you both savoured the tea and sandwiches, the world outside faded into the background. At that moment, it was just you and Gerard, a testament to the strength of your bond and the willingness to weather the storms together. The scars of the evening were healing, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and the knowledge that love could conquer even the darkest of moments.

You sat together, mostly in silence, listening to the soft tunes the record player emitted. An array of candles glimmered on the table in front of you. Gerard had had almost all of their tea, while yours remained mostly untouched. 

Despite having them back here with you, you still worried. You loved them so much, and all you wanted was for them to be okay. And the one thing you wanted least of all was to be angry. Sure, you knew that anger wasn’t the real emotion. The real emotion was worry, and feeling powerless, not able to protect them. And for some terrible reason that sometimes morphed into anger. The ugly, secondary emotion.

You looked over at Gerard, sitting curled up under a blanket at the opposite end of the sofa. They looked tired. Both as in that they needed to sleep, but also tired as in worn down, as in that they were having a hard time. You scooted closer and stretched your arms around them. A smile played on their lips for a moment. You allowed them to set their mug of tea down before pulling them into your arms. “Come here, honey.” They gladly fell into your arms and cuddled up there.

You sat together like that for a long time. You listened to Gerard’s breath and carefully stroked their hair. The record had come to its end, and the only sounds were now your breathing and Gerard’s yawns.

“Do you want to go to bed, darling?” you asked when you noticed the yawns becoming more frequent. They looked up at you, their eyes now tired instead of glazed over.

They nodded sleepily. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The slurring was almost entirely gone now, and when Gerard walked to the bedroom, they didn’t stumble anymore.

“Okay, I’ll be right there, honey,” you said with a smile their way before collecting the dishes and taking them to the kitchen. After the dishes were set down, you got a glass from the cupboard and filled it almost to the brim with water before bringing it to Gerard in the bedroom.

They were already lying in bed, looking like they’d fall asleep any moment. You reached out the glass of water to Gerard. “Have some water, Gee, I think it’ll make you feel slightly better in the morning.”

They nodded and reached for the glass. A few sips later, they put the glass down on the nightstand and reached out for you. You were too tired to properly hang your clothes up and simply threw them on the chair in the corner of the bedroom. You slipped under the covers and cuddled up close to Gerard. For a moment, you just lay there, looking at each other.

You scooted closer and nuzzled your nose against Gerard’s. Carefully, Gerard reached their hand up to caress your cheek. “I love you, honey,” you whispered. A small smile played on their lips. “I love you the most in the entire world, actually. And I’ll never stop loving you. You know that, Gerard?”

Gerard nodded carefully. “I love you too. And I’m sorry about before.”

That sadness reached Gerard’s eyes again. Just as before, it shattered your heart. You didn’t even know what to say, so you just leaned in to kiss them. ”You don’t have to apologise honey. I’m just glad to have you home again.” And with that, you kissed them again.

As the weight of the evening’s events began to lift, and the warmth of reconciliation and love enveloped you both, the bedroom felt like a sanctuary. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated your faces as you continued to exchange kisses.

The kisses were soft at first, a gentle exploration of each other’s lips. Your fingers traced the contours of Gerard’s face, eliciting a soft sigh of contentment from them. Their hands moved slowly, too, caressing your back and shoulders as the intimacy between you deepened.

You couldn’t help but smile between kisses, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment. The taste of chamomile tea lingered on Gerards lips, adding a sweet and comforting layer to your kisses. In the dim light, you gazed into Gerard’s eyes, searching for any lingering traces of sadness. 

Their gaze met yours with a newfound intensity, a desire to be present in the moment, to be close, to feel cherished.

The tenderness of your kisses gradually gave way to a more passionate longing. Your breaths quickened as your mouths moved together with an urgency that mirrored the intensity of your emotions. Fingers began to trace the curves of bodies, exploring the familiar terrain of each other’s skin.

Gerard’s soft moans filled the room, a symphony of desire and affection. The layers of clothing became an obstacle, one that you both eagerly discarded, exposing the vulnerability and beauty of your bodies.

Skin against skin, your bodies entwined, the warmth of Gerard pressed against you. You savoured every sensation, every touch, every kiss. The scent of your shared perfume, the taste of Gerard on your tongue, the feeling of their soft hair under your fingertips. The slow and gentle movements, the tender caresses, the breathless sighs and soft cries of pleasure.

Gerards hands left their place on the small of your beck and found their way upwards, one cupping your breast and one around your shoulders to pull you closer. They caressed you carefully and you could feel them growing harder against you.

You ground your hips against Gerard, seeking the friction that you both craved, urging them to continue the exploration. They obliged willingly, moving downwards from your breasts to your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and licks as they went.

Their warm breath ghosted over your body, making you shudder with anticipation. Their eyes were fixed on you, observing every twitch and moan of pleasure as their tongue made contact with your inner thigh. They were teasing you, taking their time, enjoying the moment.

Your body ached for more, desperate for their touch, but instead, they continued their leisurely exploration of your skin. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they kissed you there. You could feel yourself dripping as they slipped a finger inside you.

Gerards lips closed around your clit and they sucked softly. A strangled cry escaped your lips as they slid another finger inside you, curling it to find your most sensitive spot.

It was too much and not enough at the same time, your senses were overwhelmed by Gerard. You gripped the sheets tightly, arching your back as they continued their ministrations. 

Their mouth on your clit, their fingers inside you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs trembled, and your whole body tensed as the pleasure built up. Gerards lips pulled back from your clit and their tongue pressed down against it.

"Oh god, Gerard...," you gasped as they worked their fingers inside you. The slow and deep movements made you dizzy with pleasure, and you couldn't help but grind against their hand. "I want you."

Your words had an instant effect on Gerard. They looked up at you, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Tell me what you want." It was not teasing or demeaning the way they said it. You knew it just turned them on so much to hear you say it.

You could barely speak through the waves of pleasure coursing through you, but you knew exactly what you wanted. "I want you to fuck me, Gerard. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me"

They nodded, removing their hand from your body and getting onto their knees. The sight of them in this position was almost too much for you to handle. They looked down at you, gaze full of desire and affection. "I'd be happy to, darling."

Gerard positioned themselves between your legs, entering you slowly, inch by inch, filling you with pleasure. Their thrusts were deep and deliberate, making you shudder with joy every time they bottomed out inside you. You wrapped your legs around their waist, pulling them closer, urging them to continue.

You could feel the warmth of their skin against yours as they moved inside you, the sensation sending tingles down your spine. Their kisses became more urgent, their movements faster, but still maintaining their steady rhythm.

As the heat between you intensified, the sound of your moans and gasps filled the room. Gerard looked down at you, their gaze full of love and tenderness. They kissed your lips again, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you. "I love you, my sweet," they murmured, their voice hoarse with pleasure.

Your climax was building quickly, the pressure inside you rising to unbearable heights. You threw your head back and rambled their name over and over as the wave of ecstasy crashed down on you, sending shockwaves through your body. They continued to move inside you, prolonging your orgasm until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Gerard, I... oh god, I can't..." You sobbed in pleasure as your body began to tremble.

They understood your need and stopped moving, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure that still made waves in your body. Gerard stayed still until your breathing steadied and you smiled up at them. You blinked at them for a moment, just taking in their beauty.

You pulled them downwards for a soft kiss before gently rolling them onto their back. They looked up at you with a confused expression, clearly not expecting this development.

"My turn," you whispered, kissing them again. "I want to make love to you."

Your lips found their way down their neck and chest, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. You enjoyed the taste of their skin, savouring the salty sweetness of their sweat as you moved lower. Their breaths quickened with excitement as your mouth found their nipples. You flicked your tongue over their hardening nub and they moaned softly in pleasure.

You continued your descent, trailing kisses across their stomach until you reached their cock. You glanced up at them, smiling as you pressed your mouth against the warm skin above it. The smell of their arousal was strong, and you could feel yourself becoming even wetter with anticipation of another round.

Their hips rose to meet you as you kissed them there, so soft and tender. Your hands wrapped around their cock, stroking them slowly, watching them shiver under your touch. "Oh god, that feels so good." They were beautiful like this, eyes closed, back arched, body responding to your every touch. You loved seeing them in the throes of passion, unable to contain their pleasure, giving into the sensations of your touch and tongue.

Your lips continued to move lower, kissing their inner thighs and sensitive areas that made them quiver. You took your time, enjoying the moment as you licked and sucked, exploring every inch of their skin until you reached the base of their cock.

Gerard looked down at you, gasping for breath, watching with wonder as you took them into your mouth. Your tongue was quick and deliberate, licking and sucking just the right way to make them see stars. They moaned as you took them deep inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and moving your head back and forth.

Their hips rose to meet you again, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you deeper and deeper. You were happy to oblige, taking them all inside you until they gasped for air.

"Oh my god," they murmured, shivering as you continued to suck. "That feels incredible."

You hummed in agreement, the vibrations of your voice making them twitch and groan in pleasure. The sensation was delicious, and you knew it wouldn't take long before they came undone under your tongue. You loved seeing them fall apart like this, falling into your mouth and arms as you held them close.

Gerard pulled you upwards for another kiss. You moved closer, pressing your body against theirs, kissing their neck and chest as they struggled to breathe. Their skin was warm and flushed, radiating pleasure and affection. They were gorgeous like this, so needy and desperate for more.

You felt the heat rising between you again, bodies grinding together, their cock hard and aching for more. You kissed them again, pulling them into a deep and hungry kiss that left them gasping for breath before positioning yourself over them.

"Are you ready?" You whispered, gazing down at them with a gentle expression on your face.

They nodded, wrapping their arms around your waist. "Please, my love."

Their eyes fluttered closed as you lowered yourself onto their cock. You took your time, letting the feeling of fullness take over your body.

You began to move slowly, taking long deep breaths as you rose and fell, building a rhythm that soon became urgent and frantic. Their hands roamed over your skin, caressing your breasts and back. The warmth between you intensified and you both gasped for air as you continued to move, bodies sweaty and entwined.

The pressure inside you grew unbearable again, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you came undone. You looked down at Gerard, their gaze filled with wonder and lust. Their moans were beautiful, soft and desperate, their body trembled and shuddered under your touch.

"I'm so close," they murmured, throwing their head back against the pillow and urging you to move faster, chasing the orgasm that threatened to consume them. "Honey, please... I need more.”

You quickened your movements, grinding against them, making them cry out in pleasure as their cock buried inside you. They looked up at you, their eyes pleading with you for release.

"Oh god, my love...," they whimpered, climax building rapidly. You could feel it coming closer, their body on the edge of ecstasy under you. You were so close yourself, the pressure inside you rising to unbearable heights, almost too much for you to take.

"I'm with you, honey," you murmured, lips moving against theirs as you spoke.

Gerard closed their eyes and moaned softly, their body shaking and trembling under yours. Their release was beautiful, making you gasp with pleasure as you joined them in their orgasm. Your bodies were still tangled together when you opened your eyes again. You couldn't help but smile, breathless and sweaty from lovemaking.

You leaned over them, planting soft kisses all over their face, cherishing the moment, taking in the beauty of them. They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close, stroking your hair and whispering sweet words into your ear.

"Oh my love," they murmured, squeezing your hand. "I’m so lucky to have you."

Your eyes began to brim with tears, happiness bubbling up inside you. "I'm just as lucky to have you," you whispered, leaning in for a tender kiss. "I love you."

Their gaze was full of affection and tenderness, their fingers intertwined with yours. "I love you too," they whispered. "You are my world."

In the soft afterglow, Gerard cuddled up in your arms and you held them close, carefully running your fingers through their hair. The room was bathed in the gentle hues of the rising sun, casting a warm, golden light upon your entwined bodies.

You both knew this wasn’t a magical solution, and that Gerard would still have their ups and downs, it was going to be an uphill battle at times. But for now, everything felt good, and it felt like it was going to be better.

You smiled down at Gerard who had almost fallen asleep on your chest. You kissed the top of their head softly and pulled them closer. The sound of their breathing made you calm, and soon the both of you had fallen asleep.

I hate to sound like a YouTuber (no offence, lol) but thank you for reading if you made it all the way here. I hope you liked it. And don’t hesitate to send me any requests you might have. I have a lot to do right now, but I still like to hear new ideas. Okay, thanks a lot!

[asraindarkness]

vent time! i have to disrespectfully disagree with people who are now suddenly saying "it was clear from the start that bucktommy was just a short-term thing". the whole issue with the argument is this: 911 has never been the best written show, and especially everything after s4 has been capital R Rough. this is no succession, the bear, arcane. you know, tv shows that have incredibly story continuity, character writing, and pacing. people say that bucktommy was not written "well enough" as if that is a valid sign in the 911 universe that the breakup was a sure thing. i call bullshit. when was the last time that the show has wrapped up even the simplest storyline in a satisfying and serious way? when was the last time character development happened and was take seriously? when was the last time the main characters didn't feel stagnant and the stories didn't feel repetitive? when was the last time the show didn't go in circles and choose the easy or sometimes most offensive way out? 911 had enough meat to tell compelling stories for 3 seasons, afterwards it went noticibly downhill. people who say that the "bad writing" of bucktommy should have been a clear sign are talking complete nonsense imo. tommy was the first ever love interest who checked all the boxes, who got verbal approval of bobby (who has watched buck grow and knows him incredibly well and who did notice a positive difference in buck!), who had everything that we have been told buck needs in a partner for 6 seasons. the canon text spelled out: this could be the one.

we were not delusional for that because, once again, i have to point out: the wonky writing is not a bucktommy problem. it has been and still is a general 911 problem. if they butcheted the bucktommy writing while they did great with everything else, yes, then i would agree the signs were there. for 911 standards of writing, which are very low in comparison to good tv shows, bucktommy has actually been done pretty damn great until that fucked up breakup. people say "they didn't even know each other after 6 months" and i retort "athena first admitted that she had a fiance before michael to michael and bobby like 30 years (?) after the fact". this show has been fucking up storylines left and right for years, and most characters and dynamics had many moments that were terribly written and poorly handled and were only enjoyable when you ignored the idiocy of it all. this show doesn't care about timelines, doesn't care about logic, doesn't care to base the drama within the constraints of a realistic depiction of society and laws. it retcons things for shits and giggles. the mains only get through it all thanks to plot convenience and plot armor. like please. we try to find logical solutions (e.g. tommy lands the plane) and the show will choose whatever is the most ridiculous idea (12 yo lands it).

looking at the bigger picuture, bucktommy had incredible potential for 911 standards and could have easily worked long-term if only the writers wanted to do so. the simple problem is: they apparently don't want to put any more work into it. it is as easy as that. many things in this show never lived up to their full potential and got wrapped up in the most ridiculous ways that nobody could have ever predicted. like, my bad for expecting some leftover common sensen and logic in the weewoo show! at this point, it feels like a skit starring clowns that will do the most random shit. rinse and repeat.

in that context and thinking back to all the butchered storylines, bucktommy had actually been a fucking masterpiece so far. now, it unfortunately just joins a looong row of things that could have been impactful and meaningful if only the show had good storytelling.

how could i have ever knew a breakup is coming when the writing literally said i wrote them for 8.05 as an stablished couple who where doing ok just so the breakup could hurt more!!! hurt who??? cuz most of their fandom were queers, so there is that.

and yes i agree with you. i dropped the show after s6 and came back to it ONLY bcz my friend told me buck came out bi and start this season only bcz i was invested in buck and his relationship journey cuz i knew for a fact the other part of this show is not gonna get any better and the fucked that up to.

they only claim they KNEW they’re gonna break up cuz they were saying it since 7.06 lol

and it piss me off when they say there was no chemistry (which i disagree) cuz this is so stupid. lacking chemistry is something WE see as audiences it is not a thing for characters in the story, they don’t see it and they don’t feel it so it can not be a reason for them to breakup, like??????

all and all bddie shippers has been dancing this dance for 7 years now and yk what? i hope they do get what they want cuz 911 is not gonna change the writing so i hope they do get bddie in this exact writing they seem to loooove cuz i know it’s not gonna be all fair dust and unicorns lol

(i still love buck and i hope hope hope they handle his sexuality better at least from now on but im not optimistic)

[ladycrocy]

The Warlord Meeting - Part 2

Doflamingo x Crocodile

Summary: Crocodile is less than pleased to see Doflamingo still hasn't got over his little obsession at the Warlord meeting.

Content Warnings: Forced kiss, Unwanted advances, suggested dark themes, Minor gore, blood.

AO3

Word count: 2357

Unfortunately for Crocodile, he was part of the warlords of the sea. This meant that he could be called for a meeting whenever the Marines saw fit to inconvenience him. It was, however, a minor issue, seeing as they overlook all of his work in Alabasta. Got to love the world government. They truly only cared about their own agenda.

Who doesn't these days? Crocodile was ushered into the private meeting room were most of the other Warlords had already taken a seat. Boa, Jinbei... Doflamingo. A shiver corsed through the man's entire body. He had been dealing with this pink menace's desperate attempts to get his attention for the past few months.

After their first 'meeting' that ended in an unwanted dick pic, Doflamingo had then sent him gift after gift. The reptile constantly wondered what he had done to illicit such a response from this psycho. Jewelry, slaves, a new golden hook, and even a new baby bananawani. Aside from the baby, Crocodile had thrown the rest in the garbage. He had no need for trinkets and bobbles from a man like him.

Scanning the table, he did see that the most tolerable of the Warlords was there today. Thank fucking gods.. Crocodile stepped with deliberate heavy clicks of his heal to place himself next to Hawkeyes Mihawk. The man with little words which suited Crocodile just fine. "Hawkeyes.." The larger man greeted him with a small nod. Mihawk peered at him from the corner of his piercing eyes and gave a nod as well.

This wouldn't do for Doflamingo. How dare Crocodile speak to another man so plainly. The fact that his blood began to boil when he saw *HIS* repltile utter another man's name from his lips. Doffy considered himself a just man, and decided not to let jealously get the better of him this time.

With a smooth, almost floating movement, Doflamingo had repositionsed himself to sit on the table. His expensive cologne became more and more intoxicating the closer he slid to them. Though it didn't look like he was doing anything to move himself.

Doflamingo knew better than to start a fight with someone like Mihawk in the middle of a marine base, but he couldn't let Crocodile get away with such insults. His grin was now insane

as he leaned down to both of the other Warlords. Mihawk paying him little mind. "Wani... Baby.. You don't have to seek out smaller packages, I told you I would be gentle.~"

"I wasn't aware we were bedding together." Crocodile replied flattly. His words were pure sarcasm, but his face was stoic and unmoving.

They were both interrupted by Sengoku yelling at them. Doflamingo turned his head to give the Admiral a murderous aura now filling the air around him. Everyone was taking his precious Wani time away from him. However, he did as told for now. It was best to keep the marines in his pocket, then to break everything he had worked for. Doflamingo disrespectfully lays back onto the table to look up at the ceiling. His hand casually begins to caress Crocodile's golden hook with his fingertips. His other hand rested on his lower abdomen, teasing the waistband of his shorts. When he thought that Crocodile was looking, he even had his cock pulse for him.

Crocodile was doing his best to ignore the pink fluff, but it was impossible!

The sandman shoots daggers at Doflamingo. This hook wasn't some cute romantic gesture. It's slaughtered thousands, impaled hundreds, and poisoned many! She's a deadly weapon! ...It was time for Doflamingo to understand that.

Agitated, he can no longer remain docile. The golden limb is effortlessly raised, the point is facing downward, and he's now stabbing directly inside the other's palm. He pinned the flesh to the table before leaning inward. His words come in a quiet, sneer. Even if the meeting already was interrupted, he's trying to eep this particular conversation between themselves.

"Is this what you beg for, you cretin? I'll drag those pathetic organs from the pits of your stomach, yan eah up your throat, and have you shitting out that annouing mouth of yours. Quit.. touching.. me and leave me be!"

Doflamingo had spent his whole life in pain. One way or another, psychologically or physical. He honestly couldn't tell the difference much more. Love was pain. This was the only absolute. He didn't flinch or even react when Crocodile's hook went through Doflamingo's hand. His huge grin still so vibrant and not a chance it was ever going to fade.

He sat up and didn't even attempt to move his hand. Blood began to pour out of the open wound onto the table. "Oh, I wish you would, Wani. I wish you fucking would." He sounded even more crazed than usual. His voice low with a raspy hint. "But as you wish." He jerked his hand out from under Crocodile's hook, which only caused him to nearly sever his fingers from his hand. However, he took his other and began to sew his hand back to perfection.

Would this finally get the point across? Crocodile merely watched as the hook tore apart skin. He dragged the point through the table, smearing the blood, and showing off his sharp teeth at him. Who would ask for more suffering? More pain? Surely, Doflamingo must feel it. Yet he remains unbothered. He's insane. It's the only reasonable conclusion.

Sengoku was about to say something, but Doflamingo held up his finger and Sengoku stopped. Rubbing his temples as he often did with this particular Warlord. Without looking up from what he was doing, Doflamingo's grin faded and that sadistic tone came back. "Everyone is afraid of you, but me. Only I can help you. Only I can rip out your potential..." He held up his newly sewed up hand that looked just as good aside from the drying blood. "Youwont be able to slip through my fingers if I sew them shut." His laughter wsa much quieter, and he was just amused with his statement.

"But for now..." Doflamingo jumps and glides off of the table, and leaves the meeting room. While flicking them all off. "For now I will honor my Bride to be's wishes by not touching him, and leaving him alone." He then let out a growing laughter that echoed off the walls of the marine base as he left. He left many of the Marines wondering if he and Crocodile really were together. Of course that was teh first part of his plan. Get their names in everyone's mouth. Hell, he had even made sure to set up the paper to talk about them and their "Lover's quarrel."

"-bride?!" The word escaped from Crocodile's baffled mouth. It's too late now. Eyes were upon him and surely they were questioning what was going on between those two. Marriage..?

The entire meeting Crocodile felt the shame looming over him. It didn't stop when the meeting was over either. Now the reptile was on a warpath. He marches past the large dorrs as hushed rumors surrounded him. It doesn't matter, he doesn't care. He's seeing red. The gator was out to hun and his target was that pink bird!

It isn't hard to find him. He's far too loud and.. well, 10 feet tall after all.

The mighty warlord skips the pleasantries. His arm reaches up, the hook catching around Doflamingo's neck, and drags him downward. There's no actual harm done beside some manhandling. Doflamingo chuckles as he is dragged down and proclaims to the Marines he was just speaking with, "Ah excuse me, gentlemen. Mommy and Daddy need to talk~." The sandman leads the beast like a damn dog on a leash. The two end up in a quiet, private room. Somewhere just for the two of them. Doflamingo stayed silent. His grin still there on his smug face.

"What were you thinking saying such a horrendous thing? They'll believe we're starting a mutiny!" He expressed, shouting, and releasing the man's poor neck. Now he is just pointing the damned thing at him. Upset. Annoyed. Driven up a tree and set on fire. What a horrible day.

"Doflamingo, what is it that you want? You have sent me worthless gift after worthless gift for ages now. You have my undivided attention! Has sex rotten your brain so? Is there anything sane left inside your head?!" Crocodile had nearly lost it himself at this point.

Doffy let Crocodile manhandle him, his grin slowly started to fade to a small half smile. A smile of an exhausted man, almost normal.

He was silent for a little too long after Crocodile finished his questioning. His true feelings were always hidden behind those glasses so there was no way to tell what the other Warlord was thinking. When he finally did speak, his voice was low, calm, and colculated. He approached the angry gator, and got so lose that his hook pressed into his abdomen as he leaned down just a bit. Crocrodile did not welcome the new closeness, but would never back down. "My apologies, Crocodile. In my efforts to gain you as a business partner, I have found myself embarrassingly infatuated with you. If you find my gifts worthless, then I should respect you wishes and stop them."

Doflamingo let out a long sigh, and began to rub his temples with one hand briefly. "But know this.." He removed his hand from his face to stare directly at him. "Mutiny, is but a scratch on the surface of what I am willing to do for you."He stood back up to his full height and took a step back away from the man's hook. He wasn't at all like he was before. This was a side of Doflamingo that normally only his family gets to witness.

"What you call infatuation is what most would deem obsession." The warlord wasn't phased by this pink birds calm demeanor. He had already started to catch on to the many sides that Doffy had to offer. "Stop all the gifts.." Being a rich man himself, he had no need for these things. Money meant so little to a man of his stature.

"What I desire is only something you can fulfill. Isn't that grand?" Crocodile said with plain sarcasm, with which Doflamingo perked up a bit. "I know how hard you're working to impress me. I need one simple thing... And that's all our connections cut. Do not visit me, don't bother calling , and stay out of my way. The only time we need to meet is during Warlord business. Otherwise, that's the only thing you can do to keep me content, understand?"

If Doflamingo was boiling with rage it was hard to tell accept for the veins on his forehead tensing up. Crocodile had gone too far, but Doflamingo was not just going to leave without a little comensation. "Oh it is perfectly understandable. And lucky for you, I am a very patient man."

Doffy used his swiftness to come upon Crocodile and pin him to the wall. While pinning both of the man's arem above him, he pressed his muscular body into his. They could feel the heat between them now. Doffy's legs were slightly bent so that their crotches were at the same level. A pleased growl escaped his lips as he rocked his hips into Crocodile's once.

He leaned down to Crocodile's ear and spoe barely above a whisper in a seductive tone. "You wish is my command, but that will cost you.~" His long tongue slithered out of his growing grin as he trailed it across his jawline then to his lips. He paused, hovering, ghosting the other man's lips with his own as he spoke. "You.. are.. mine.." With that he pressed his lips to Crocodile's ina rough bruising kiss. Forcing his lips apart as his obscene tongue then explored the other man's mouth.

Crocodile had barely whispered out a protest before his eyes widened. How dare this lanky, disgusting bird poison his mouth in such a way. He bit down again and again.. hard. Until the color red adds to the disgusting assault.

Doflamingo broke away with a gasp and chuckled. Tongue still dangling, dripping blood. He knew that Crocodile would retaliate, but with all the emotion and sexual tension he put behind that kiss; Doflamingo knew that the sandman would be thinking of that kiss for a very long time.

It came to no surprise that Doflamingo was no longer grasping flesh, but sand now slipped through his fingers. Sand mixed with his own blood.

The sandman was so enraged he could barely comprehend any sentence. He snarled up at Doflamingo. Was this their game? Where he'd figure a way to kill the other? Make him suffer and beg at his feet for forgiveness? Knock him off godhood and become a peasant?

In a sick twisted way, that sounded like.. fun..

Crocodile spit out that bird'ss blood and saliva from his mouth loudly. He uses his hand to wipe across his lips before finally, he cracked a sinister grin. A small menacing smile.

"You will never be able to keep me." Crocodile was so confident in his words. He wouldn't be staying a moment longer. He became nothing but grains of sand and promptly left through the window.

The taste of his own blood sent shockwaves throughout Doflamingo's body. It ignited something deep inside of him he thought had died away. This man was just as much of a monster as he was and it excited him. It wasn't fear that Doflamingo felt, but it was almost close to it. The taste of sad stug his open wouldn on his tongue and he couldn't do anything but chuckle.

He turned to see Crocodile fading to sand, and Doflamingo swallowed the few grains left behind. It was his own sick defiance of keeping a piece of that reptile with him always. That man stirred up such emotions in Doffy he could hardly contain it. After Crocodile left, Doflamingo grinned even wider. "Maybe that is the point...~"

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

[hmusunoo]

i don’t want to be that person but your navigation looks really disproportionate. the lines are really off and it doesn’t really make your account look put together. i have a few suggestions for it that i can give you if you want to make it look better. i hope this isn’t rude or out of place it is just bothering me how it’s not centered and your theme is not black and white. i can teach you how to make your profile more appealing too if you need it.

hey so idk if you’re like being actually genuine and you’re just ignorant or if you’re feigning concern and are being passive aggressive but either way this is like actually so crazy??? some of yall anon’s have no shame and i wasn’t going to originally respond because most of the hate i receive in my inbox from anons goes unanswered because i don’t like to give you little gremlins the attention you want but i literally just couldn’t not respond to this LMAOO i made my navigation on computer and unfortunately it looks a little different on mobile but i honestly don’t really care and i don’t feel like many people mind either ??? if you’re bothered by it that honestly seems like a you problem. i will disrespectfully decline your offer for help (: you’re a weirdo. goodbye.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Hold on (I still need you)

Or Bsd except Kyouka doesn't survive.

The plane crashes into the Moby Dick, just as planned. But Demon Snow isn't able to free her in time.

Her sacrifice saves all of Yokohama from destruction. But the only thing anyone can hear are Atsushi's screams.

Akutugawa is caught off guard. He doesn't know what to say, looking at the approaching Dazai and Fukuzawa.

To do something.

Seeking recognition from his former mentor doesn't even cross his mind. The screams of the grieving weretiger are all he can focus on at this time.

"For what it's worth, I think Dazai acknowledged you a long time ago."

But even Dazai, Dazai who always has a remark, an answer for everything, stands stunned. For once in his life, he has no words as he stares at his subordinate.

It only makes Akutugawa more concerned.

Atsushi's screams die down, having noticed the Agency members approach. He turns and looks them both in the eye, while his own blaze with anger.

"Did you know?! Did you plan this?!"

Akutagawa is take aback. He thought he'd bared the brunt of Atsushi's anger, but never had he witnessed him like this.

In any other scenario he'd have scolded the other for speaking so disrespectfully to Dazai.

And yet, he stays silent.

"This was meant to be Kyouka's entrance exam." Explains Dazai, finding his words. He and Fukuzawa take it in turns explaining the events that lead them up to here.

Including her unfortunate passing.

Through it all, Atsushi remains silent. To the point the trio get concerned he isn't listening to them at all.

Dazai reaches out to him but quicker than any of them can blink, Atsushi swats his hand away.

"Was this just a game too you?!"

"Atsushi"

"What, you were gonna dangle the keys to freedom infront of her face and see what would happen?! Is that what you were doing?!"

Dazai shakes his head.

"This was the only solution, even Ranpo knew it was the only way."

Atsushi looks down.

"In every calculation, she survived... None of us saw this coming. If we did we would've changed it all." Said Dazai, putting his hands in his pockets and looking out to the setting sun.

"But we can't predict the future, we didn't predict this." He looks back at Atsushi. "This is not your fault."

Atsushi shakes his head.

"Atsushi"

"She's gone! Kyouka's gone and I let her die!"

Dazai frowns, frankly he'd rather Atsushi throw his words back at him. He would rather Atsushi took his anger out on him, on a plan that had failed.

Rather than taking his anger out on himself.

Atsushi wraps his arms around himself, making himself look smaller. Just like he had in the werehouse, on the the night they met.

"People have been calling me a good for nothing for as long as I can remember."

He looks out towards the skyline. "She trusted me. I gave her hope and she..." Dazai shakes his head a soft smile on his face.

"You found a wandering soul in the dark and you showed her the light. You gave her the best day ever, one she treasured so much. You gave her so much Atsushi, more than you'll ever know."

He puts a hand on Atsushi's shoulder, this time Atsushi doesn't push him away.

"Kyouka made her decision, and she wanted to pass the exam. She has passed the exam, she's a member of the agency. She wouldn't have had that courage if it wasn't for you."

Atsushi shakes his head.

"I gave her hope and let her die in the dark. I promised her, that I would be there for her no matter what...I let her die."

He puts a hand in his pocket and drops its contents into Dazai's hand.

It's his Agency badge.

"Someone like me doesn't deserve this."

Fukuzawa steps forward, feeling it was time for him to speak. "Atsushi, today's events are indeed tragic. But they were out of all of our control. As much as we try, we can't save everyone, you can't save everyone."

The unspoken "You will break yourself trying too" hung in the air.

"I don't need to save everyone... I just needed to save her." Said Atsushi, greif colouring all of his words.

His eyes weren't the shining bright lights they'd been prior, no they were blank, empty.

Akutugawa knew he should just leave but he couldn't. "Jinko, the words of your... Mentor do not apply here."

He felt bad for bringing that man up, seeing Atsushi freeze up. But he couldn't just stand here and watch him break apart.

"Why not?" Atsushi chuckles but it's empty, cold and sends chills down everyone's spines. It didn't sound like Atsushi at all.

"All I do is bring misfortune onto others, this is my karma for simply existing. I thought you agreed with that?"

His words were sharp, cutting. But Akutugawa knew what he was doing. Lashing out in hopes that he'd be punished for what he saw as his crime.

"I did, back when when we first met. I thought you were nothing but a weak little parasite and I couldn't fathom how Dazai kept you around."

He takes a deep breath.

"But than I learned that you and I are cut from the same cloth. Like it or not, I see you as my equal. And I won't have you drowning in your own self destruction. That man was wrong about you, as was I."

Atsushi shook his head, a self loathing smile on his face that looked so wrong.

"So what you pity me now?"

Akutagawa shook his head "we wouldn't have gotten this far if it was simply pity. And you know that."

He met Atsushi's gaze head on, seeing the sadness and greif in his eyes.

"What did he say to you?"

Atsushi didn't falter when he answered him. Akutugawa almost wished he had. For Atsushi to even subconsciously know the next words he said were so wrong.

"If I can't save people, then I don't deserve to live at all."

Fukuzawa's eyes turned to steel. Dazai's burned brightly, a silent promise of pain for the man who dared utter such words to Atsushi.

For making him believe that was true.

For Akutugawa his resolve only strengthened.

"He's wrong. You were a child trying to survive. He knows nothing of who you are, what you've become."

And if Akutugawa achieved nothing in this life, he was going to make Atsushi see himself the way others saw him.

The way he saw him.

"You have saved countless people. You will continue to save people. Because that is what you do, you save people. You saved Kyouka, she passed on knowing she was loved and that she belonged."

Tears welled up in Atsushi's eyes. All of the anger, saddness, greif finally bubbling to the surface and he broke down into tears.

Akutagawa rolled his eyes but there was an unmistaken fondness as he pulled Atsushi into a hug.

"You are going to rest, you are going to recuperate and carry on. This is not the end of your story..."

He felt his own tears in his eyes just at the thought.

"Don't you dare go where I can't follow you."

[newtthetranswriter]

Choso at Pride

Word Count: 1264

Paring: Choso x Transmasc! Reader

Summary: While at Pride, a karen tries to cause problems only to have her spirits crushed. Followed by some sweet cuddles after a long day

Warnings: Bigots being Bigots, the usual homophobic and transphobic reasons for being assholes, let me know if I missed anything

A/n: Just a little Choso pride fic. For the record I have never been to a Pride festival for many reasons though I’m hoping to go to one this year. Also I ship yuji and megumi, if you don't agree either deal with it or move on. Anyways enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

    Choso may have not been a person for long but he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that there are people out there, who hate people for expressing themselves. When his partner told him about Pride and how it was a celebration for the people who were part of the LGBTQ+ community to show that they are happy to be who they are, he couldn’t help but want to join in on the fun. Afterall his partner was part of said community and after some self reflection he also decided he fell somewhere in the community. So the morning of the Local Pride festival, Choso helped Y/n get ready before heading to the park.

   “Choso, I’m so glad you wanted to come with me, It’s going to be so fun.” Y/n shouted as they got closer to the busy park full of so many different happy people.

   Choso smiled as he held their hand. “Of course, why wouldn’t I come celebrate the person who has helped me adapt to the world the most.” His smile was infectious as he pulled them in for a quick kiss.

   As they entered the park they were greeted by rows and rows of different vendors selling various pride themed items, most clearly hand made and perfect for the event. The two wandered the festival browsing the various booths, occasionally striking up conversation with those running them. Eventually they came to an area dedicated to some food trucks and decided it was a good time to take a break and get a snack.

   “You sit and take a breather, I’ll go get us something to eat okay?” Choso directed as they approached a small table near one of the many food trucks.

    Y/n nodded, accepting the offer to just sit for a minute. Walking and dancing around the park had started to cause some aches and pains so they were thankful. Fanning themself with their large Nonbinary flag fan, Y/n decided it was too hot to continue wearing their black ‘We are all human’ shirt opting instead to place it in their bag. With the dark shirt out of the way, their Binder which was colored to look like the trans flag was now on full display. 

    As Y/n waited for Choso to return with their lunch, they heard footsteps fast approaching from behind them. Expecting it to be a fellow Pride goer coming to strike up a conversation about their binder or something, Y/n turned to greet them. Unfortunately, it was not someone looking to be friends, instead it was very clearly one of the many protesters they had seen throughout the park.

   “How can you so disrespectfully damage the body god gave you? You’ll go to hell if you don’t change your ways and abandon such satanic practices.” The Karen said pointedly. Y/n just rolled their eyes, taking in the fact the woman was holding a sign spouting something about trans people indoctrinating children. “You are putting children at risk by supporting such dangerous things.” Y/n had fully turned away from the lady knowing that she just wanted a confrontation. “You turn away because you know I’m telling the truth. You turn your back on god.” At this point Y/n was ready to just get up and go find Choso. “Such a beautiful young lady like yourself should be at home taking care of children, not defiling your body and indulging in the lies of these groomers.”

   Y/n truly had wanted to ignore the woman’s nonsense but calling them a lady and then spouting the same ‘they’re all groomers’ bullshit, pissed Y/n off. “First off, I never asked for your opinion. Second, what do you get out of telling people their life is not something you approve of? How many people have you spouted the same nonsense at, have actually changed because you told them they were going to hell?” They asked, turning to the now bewildered woman. “Judging by the shock on your face, none. So, instead of being mad that I have people who love and support me for who I am, you go home and worry about how your kids never call.” With that Y/n grabbed their bag, getting up and searching for their brunette boyfriend.

   As they were looking for Choso, they heard a familiar voice. “Love, I thought you were going to wait at the table for me?” Choso asked, approaching them with a confused look on his face. “Did something happen?” He noticed the slightly irritated look on Y/n’s face.

  Y/n sighed as they accepted the plate of food Choso had offered them. “It’s nothing important, just your average transphobe telling me I’ll go to hell for ‘defiling’ the body god gave me.” They said as they took a bite of the food. “Don’t worry too much I put her in her place and then came to find you. Let’s walk around while we eat.” They suggested leading Choso away from the makeshift food court.

   Choso nodded, knowing that if the encounter had really upset Y/n they would have told him. So they continued through the area, occasionally stopping to buy little things that caught their eyes. After they finished their food they kept walking around enjoying the atmosphere. As the afternoon shifted to evening, the couple decided it was time to head out.

   Once they made it home and were laying on the couch reminiscing over the day, Choso brought up what had happened when they were separated. “Are you sure you’re okay? I know you said it was fine, I just want to make sure you are 100% okay.” His concern was clear as he looked down at where Y/n was resting on his chest.

   They lifted their head placing a quick kiss to his nose before responding. “I’m 100% sure that I’m fine. Had it been a problem I would have told you right away. Plus I think you should be more worried about how much money you spent on Pride merch.” They turned to look at the mini mountain of assorted items that made it look as if a Pride explosion happened on their coffee table.

   “Hey, I have to support the community and plus not all of these are for us. Some of those things are for Yuji.” He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

   Y/n raised a brow at the half curse before questioning him. “Why? I thought he and Megumi were going to Pride themselves, couldn’t he have bought stuff then?” They asked, perplexed. 

   Choso chuckled. “Shortly before I ran into you with our food, Yuji called me. Apparently they were called for a last minute mission and couldn’t go. He asked me if I could grab them some stuff since they couldn’t go.” He explained.

   Placing another kiss on Choso's face, Y/n smiled. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” They asked jokingly. Choso pretended to ponder the question, before shaking his head no going along with the joke. “Well, I love you so much. You are such a great brother and great sorcerer. And most importantly you are an amazing boyfriend.” They said finishing their sentence with a final kiss on the forehead.

   Choso smiled at them, placing a kiss on their lips. “And you are the most amazing partner I could ever ask for.” After sitting for a moment they both relaxed back into the couch both falling asleep in each other’s arms.

[magussanctorium-if]

Also, idk if i should feel targeted by geldart comment on the interest person part, but if i was the one target : honey you got a big storm coming 😂

So dear author, let's keep things simple :

This Ask https://www.tumblr.com/vermillioncourt-if/742332197307105280/a-new-18-ask-is-going-to-show-up-mc-honey-its?source=share

But with the male ROs for the time being -sarah

The ask in the link is the ROs reacting to MC in lingerie, if you guys don't want to copy the link!

As always, under the cut!

Casithar - Casithar is Looking Respectfully. Truthfully, while he thinks MC looks great, he's a bit... naive on the purpose of lingerie. He just think MC looks really attractive/hot/sexy/etc., but he does wonder if they're going to be comfortable sleeping like that. MC will have to probably outright explain what it's for and then he's all on board. Warning: will destroy lingerie because he's too eager to get at MC.

Zanis - Zanis is very cool in this situation. Very suave, really leaning into the whole charismatic thing. Very much all attention on MC. The persona keeps until the lingerie is off and then all bets are off. He could stay very smooth and alluring or he could be an absolute freak. He's a wild card. Depends on his mood, I guess. Oh, Zanis also won't destroy the lingerie, by the way. He can handle himself up to that point.

Anwyn - Anwyn, however, is Looking Disrespectfully! Very much obviously ogling MC's assets/body/whatever. If this was in modern times, he would definitely say something really cringey like "damn baby, you need some help with all that ass?" and then he'd do the fuckboy face. But because this doesn't take place in modern times, he is not a massive cringe fest. So, his patience? Gone. Self-control? Gone. The lingerie? Destroyed. Afterward he'd just tell MC that while he likes lingerie, it's just easier to not wear anything.

Azaha - Azaha is thrilled! He loves MC and thinks they're like the most beautiful thing he's seen. Unfortunately, he is also an artist, so there's probably a chance sex doesn't even happen and he just asks for MC to pose for him while he draws or paints them. If he manages to stay focused though, he's happy MC surprised him like this and won't destroy the lingerie. He's saving it for later. He's getting that painting/drawing of MC in lingerie one way or another. He has a goal and he's sticking to it.

Rumik - Rumik is perhaps the only normal person here? He has a totally normal reaction. A bit flustered and nervous cause MC looks very hot/sexy/etc, but very happy and it progresses how it normally should. Also would not destroy the lingerie unless MC asked him to throw them around a bit. Be a lil rougher. Then he would destroy the lingerie since he'd forget to be careful with it, and he'd feel bad afterwards and would offer to come with MC to get more so he can pay for a replacement... No other ulterior motive...👀

[woodcries]

' you know, you could always quit while you're ahead. as much as i enjoy winning, i'm starting to feel bad for well... taking you for everything you're worth. ' the elf gestured to the winnings on the table with a disrespectfully nonchalant wave of her hand before settling back in her chair with her hand of cards.

' unfortunately, i have a feeling this next round is going to be mine as well. ' she pursed her lips, looking her opponent over with an appraiser's eye. ' you don't have any more jewelry back in your room, do you? '

open. ( context: kione is beating your muse's ass at wicked grace and is gloating offering them an out. )

[celebrities-fanbases]

Fandoms: Healthy or Unhealthy?

As you’ve probably seen on the blog, every celebrity deals with the unfortunate outcome of little to no boundaries. Don’t get it wrong, being a part of a fanbase is a wonderful experience with so many positives. People can feel a sense of community, mutual connection, and passion from being a part of a fandom. We’ve all felt the joy of fandom. Celebrities often express how grateful they are for the support they receive — because let’s be real, their fans are what allow them to pursue their careers – but there is always some negative which comes with the fame. 

People often tend to forget where to draw the line with the ones they look up to. We know and love them, but we don’t actually know them. A stage persona is not what a celebrity truly could be like, and most of the time this is actually the case. Have you ever felt betrayed by the controversial actions of a celebrity who you thought you knew like the back of your hand? Have you ever been surprised to find out someone’s stage name is not their real name? Have you ever felt shocked to discover personal details that have been leaked about someone? This is because they are still regular people at the end of the day who are not just the identity they are performing as. We may love who they are online, but we are still unfamiliar to who they really are. More importantly, celebrities don’t know us! They may know us as supporters who appreciate their work, but we are simply strangers to them. To force a connection with someone who doesn’t know you is not healthy. 

What is a healthy relationship with someone you look up to? Most fans are very mindful about how they treat celebrities. A prime example is Billie Eilish’s close connection with her fanbase. Eilish expresses often that she enjoys having vulnerable moments with fans because she prefers to build connections with them. This is obviously not the case with artists like Chappell Roan. Roan has set her boundaries to avoid sharing sensitive information with her because it makes her uncomfortable. Both celebrities have valid preferences, and to push one to do something because another celebrity accepts it is not a valid excuse. Everyone has their own boundaries to which we should carefully consider to ensure our relationships with them are healthy. I attached a video below of Eilish being harassed by paparazzi. You can see how she’s clearly in a hurry to get somewhere, but her lack of time caused paparazzi to be disrespectful and boo her with mean phrases. However, she walks over to interact with the patiently waiting fans who did not feel the need to disrespectfully call out for her attention. With kindness comes reward!

Healthy relationships include refraining from snooping into a celebrity’s personal life, interacting with them in ways which they feel comfortable doing, and knowing when it is or is not appropriate to approach them. They are people, not trophies! Celebrities often struggle with mental health due to their basic boundaries being violated. Many artists speak up on how some interactions make them feel, but almost none are given the appropriate respect to enforce a healthy line. I admire the video I attached below, which shows Chappel Roan yelling at a member of the paparazzi for disrespecting her. Roan’s firmness on how she wants to be treated is inspiring because many celebrities often don’t even speak up out of fear of being ignored.

I encourage everyone to look into the statements celebrities release on how they wish to be retreated, because many have already tried to make it clear on what is or is not okay. Something I admire which was said by Doja Cat is, “My theory is that if someone has never met me in real life, then, subconsciously, I'm not real to them. So when people become engaged with someone they don't even know on the internet, they kind of take ownership over that person.” We often tend to objectify celebrities as if they are one of our possessions. These are living people with real thoughts and feelings. Just as we all do, they want to be heard. Making them feel unsafe or unheard simply because we want something from them is not only selfish, but also hypocritical because we would never want that for us.

As I conclude this blog, I ask that everyone has the same compassion for celebrities as we do for our own loved ones. Famous people are just like us. Their job is to entertain us, not have their entire lives ruined because of our insensitivity. Join a fandom and spread awareness to show how a community should really be!

[twilightarc-gm]

Fic ask game! ^_^ 💌, 🥳, 💭 and/or 👻 !

Yutaan! My beloved! 🤩😍🥰😘

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write? I'm looking at all the stuff I have written so far and I am kind of blind to a commonality between them... Like one of the more common ones is that I REALLY like when characters get soggy! ☔Rain, 🏊‍♂️swimming, 🛁🧼bath tubs! Oh no their clothes are see-through now! Oh my, unexpected naked time!? 👀 Voyeurs looking disrespectfully. If anyone wants to call me out on something more meaningful and broad ranging though, I'm all ears. I am not sure I have posted quite enough for a good scatter plot.

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic? It sounds SOO snobby but unfortunately this is just the me I am living with. I started writing fanfiction because the thing I read/watched felt insufficient and definitely was just objectively bad in some way (usually a lack of payoff for build up or a deliberate subversion that falls flat) that I felt I wanted to fix. Here! I made a graph!

💭 What inspires you and your writing? SPITE. I jest! I am kidding! But actually no, there's more truth to that than anything. I'm spiteful when the source material doesn't give me what I expected from it and/or the fanfic available doesn't cover exactly what I want to see... so you know, be the change you want to see in the world. Write what you love. Make your own food. If I want to read it, I just gotta write it since I'm so heckin' picky. 😂 Because of this I end up writing what might be considered more niche types of stories.

Telling on myself is a lot of fun 😁, I hope you got a chuckle out of reading my silliness.

[lumenflowered]

I see you've recently suffered your first defeat. As a battler, they are a fact of life, though their frequency can be mitigated.

As a highly experienced battler myself, I would be willing to lend my assistance to increase your expertise and success.

As an early tip, from what I have seen of your team, several are not the most capable of battling Pokémon. It may be worth searching out for more viable replacements to fill their niche.

I look forward to potential co-operation, though I understand due to your... attachment to the abductor of my Furret, you may be predisposed against that. I hope you can put prior interactions aside for the sake of your future success.

You are correct in that defeat is a fact of life. It is a learning experience, first and foremost, and while I did not anticipate losing this particular battle, I will treat it as I always have. In truth, I likely should have prepared further prior to challenging this gym, but I had hoped to leave Olivine behind sooner rather than later.

Regardless of that, you are incorrect about at least one thing, and I am given to suspect that you may be incorrect about far more than that alone.

This is not my first defeat. Far from it.

This is not my first defeat where battles with Pokémon are concerned, either, merely the first I found myself truly caught off guard by.

Now. If it were not for the latter half of what you have sent me, I would have merely respectfully declined. With that in mind, I'm afraid I must disrespectfully decline.

You remind me of when I was much younger, much more foolish, in a place I left one day without looking back in what proved to be the best decision of my life.

Those there never thought I would amount to anything as the proper lady they desired me to be. That, when I turned to the art of the blade in lieu of that, they never thought I would amount to anything should I not fight the way that they wished for me to.

Perhaps some of the Pokémon that fight for me are not the most capable of battlers, in your eyes. They are those that chose to fight alongside me, in spite of everything I have done and everything that I am, and I would sooner cut off my own arm then replace them as you so callously suggested.

Cooperation, as you said, implies cooperating. Working with others. Not you forcing your own thoroughly unwanted views onto others. I was predisposed, as you said, against any such 'cooperation' long before I reached the point in your message where it became clear who you were.

Rest assured. I will succeed.

And I will do so with the same Pokémon that I have come this far alongside. Perhaps with a sixth, should the opportunity arise.

It is unfortunate, truly, that I will not be able to witness the look on your face when I, and the Pokémon you chose to underestimate, prove ourselves.

Have you ever considered a better attitude? Perhaps, if you cared ever so slightly more about others, your Furret would not have chosen Mx. Danger over you.

[jalwyn21]

“And I don't say this disrespectfully, but I think he was kinda scared to leave her. Cause he knew what was coming his way. Until he realized that even all the hate and harassment is better than staying. “//

I totally agree about this. There were probably many times over the six years that he should have and could have left because I agree with you that they seemed very incompatible (and probably very compatible in some ways as well 😏). Especially over the last 1.5 years. And it’s unfortunate that he didn’t leave earlier because he probably was not a great partner at the end once he decided he was done and I’m sure that will be all over the new music. And it is what it is now! I’m sure lessons have been learned, Joe has healed/is healing, and he made some sort of peace with how it ended and now looks forward to his future.

Yeah, I'm sure Joe has learned some important life lessons..

[2112023]

Stop using real gore as references!

Now that’s pretty straight to the point, and it’s unfortunate that I even have to say this, but you may be wondering why? Well, obviously, it’s just morally wrong to do so. Those are real people you’re looking at, and it’s just highly insensitive. But why should you listen to me? I’m studying forensic science (+ criminal psychology.) and I’ve seen multiple other people studying this same subject agree with this point, stop using real gore as references for your art!

Point one; It’s insensitive, and it’s harmful to spread this imagery around and dig up mostly disrespectfully taken photos of a victim. Now, I understand if you use your own scars or something as a reference or really just. use ANYTHING else. References can be from tv shows, games, just don’t use real people.

Point two; following up my main point, you shouldn’t be looking for these images. There’s no morally correct way to find these images, so why the hell would you still look for them.?? Maybe it’s the Autism, sense of justice, or whatever but I don’t understand why you’d actively search out images of people who’ve been murdered. even if they’re just on the internet or even deeper that doesn’t MATTER, you shouldn’t be looking at that. you saying you’re “desensitized to it” HIGHLY worries me, because what??? I’m studying it and I’m still not desensitized to it.

Point three; Even Crime scene reconstruction artists don’t actively look at(or even draw out) gore, they may look at a skull if it’s found to help reconstruct the face of a victim but they’re not searching for gore as reference.

Maybe don’t take this from me, but there’s a ton of other people who hold this same view. Maybe even people you trust and love, I’m just a person on the internet. Goodnight.