#y’all hate on her like your life depends on it

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My exact reaction seeing this in my notifications:

[puck-luck]

Forever yearning for a jealous, dominant Luke Hughes. I mean spitting in your mouth, edging, mirror sex, etc. I need the filthy, down bad luke.

Scenario: maybe you’re becoming close with one of the other players (completely innocent-just forming a friendship) but Luke doesn’t see it as that way…

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warnings (in no particular order): spit(!!), jealousy, dom!luke, edging, mirror sex, one (1!) slap to the face just for the enjoyment of my friend jo, spanking, drinking (technically underage hiii luke turn 21 already stop being lame), beating yourself up, pet names and nicknames as FUCK (always bro do y’all even know me), road head, face fucking, unprotected p in v, dare i say breeding kink, implied subspace, allusion to size kink (probably established size kink to be fair), I THINK THAT’S IT BUT I’M NOT SURE! pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader summary: the one when luke gets jealous at the bar and doles out a bit of a punishment (code: luke is insecure about his performance on the ice, so when his gf starts talking with another teammate who is her friend, he gets jealous and feels like he has to prove himself by making her feel good, but he’s still a dom bc HOTTTT) wc: 6416

The Devils’ last game of the season was at home this year. There was no chance that they would make the playoffs and Jack was out in Colorado for his shoulder surgery, plus Luke’s parents weren’t able to make it from Michigan for his final rookie game. He was depending on you to be there, so there you were. You were cheering, you were yelling at the officials when they missed a call, you were laughing at Luke when he took a trademarked Hughes spill on the ice with barely anyone around him. Yeah, you were disappointed at the end of the game when the Islanders won (and it wasn’t even close), but it was just one game. It wasn’t the end of the world. It was a disappointment, but it wasn’t life-changing.

Luke, however, was much more upset with their performance when you met up with him after the game. He drove the two of you to the bar where the team was meeting for one last celebration before the off-season and he tried, he really did, to keep his complaints inside. He was stewing, just letting it well up inside of him and fester in the silence between you, until it spilled over.

“It should have been a better game,” Luke finally said, the harsh edge in his tone rubbing you in all the wrong ways. “We could’ve done more. If I had just–”

“Lu, baby,” you interrupted, voice soft. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I was out there the longest, other than Jake,” Luke argued. “They depend on me and I let them down.”

“You were only on the ice for one goal, Lu. You couldn’t have done anything about at least the other three.”

Your statement was not something he wanted to hear. Your boyfriend, sweet as he was, always saw the best in everyone else and the worst in himself. Where he could have been blaming Brendan for the loss, since Brendan was on the ice for three of the four goals, he was instead blaming himself. He was never one to hold a grudge against his teammates or his friends or his family, which was part of the reason why you were so in love with him.

He grunted instead of giving you a real response, but you knew it was coming from a place of knowing you’re right but still feeling hurt.

“I love you,” you told him, just a reminder that his performance would never affect your affection towards him. 

“I love you too,” Luke replied, and you two fell back into silence. It was less tense this time, but his shoulders were still tense and he was frowning, almost pouting. He was so pretty, even now, but you hated how this expression marred his face.

When you pulled up to the bar, you were met by Luke’s teammates. While some of the men had gone home after the game, it was mostly the ones who had families. You knew their wives and girlfriends would have encouraged them to go out with the team rather than stay home with the kids, but you understood. If Luke had wanted to go straight home after the game, you would’ve gone with him and cuddled him until you fell asleep.

“Do you want to get out and get me a drink, baby, while I find parking?” Luke asked, always so considerate. 

“Yeah,” you agreed easily, leaning over the center console to peck his lips before you left the car. 

Waiting outside the entrance of the bar, Nico and John smiled as you got out of the car and walked over to them. You hugged each of them before entering the bar, Nico walking in ahead of you and John following you with a hand on your back. 

It didn’t mean anything to you or to John, but when Luke watched John guide you into the bar before he drove away to search for a parking spot, something sharp and green poked at his heart.

Luke finally made his way into the bar about ten minutes after you walked in, and your face had lit up when you saw him like it had been much longer. He didn’t see you at first, so you had the chance to watch him scan the room. His brow was furrowed as he scanned each person’s features. You knew that he was trying to spot you without looking for the other boys at first, but it was proving difficult with how crowded the room had become.

Timo appeared at his side and patted Luke’s shoulder in greeting. Luke talked to him for a minute before Timo pointed your way. Luke’s face split with a smile when he saw you and he gave Timo a pat before beelining towards you.

You looped your arms around Luke’s neck when he joined you, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Gross,” Nico complained from next to you. “It’s only been a few minutes since you’ve seen each other.”

“You’re not in love,” Luke replied, snarky and sarcastic like he tended to be when it wasn’t just the two of you. He then turned to you. “Where’s my drink?”

“What a priority,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. He pinched your side. “I sent Johnny to go get it.”

Luke’s expression changed for a split second before he schooled his features. You wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t so in tune with his emotions, experience that comes only after years of dating a person. 

You let it go, knowing that it can’t be too important, or Luke would have said something. He knew you were friends with guys on the team. After being around them for almost a year, having moved out here with Luke at the start of his rookie year, it was bound to happen. Plus, Luke wasn’t the jealous type. He knew that you loved him and you’d love him forever, saying yes in a second if he chose to propose.

But to him, there was something about the way you said “Johnny” instead of John. It was that and John’s hand on your back as he guided you into the bar, on top of an already hard night, that had Luke questioning himself.

“I asked him to get you a rum and coke,” you said, tilting your head up to poke Luke’s nose with your own. “Is that okay?”

“It sounds good, thank you,” Luke replied. 

You resume conversation with Nico, turning to face him but staying tucked into Luke’s side. He had a hand on your hip and the other accepted the drink that John handed Luke when he returned. He nursed it quietly for a while, engaging in conversation here and there, but mostly just enjoying his time with his friends. 

The game was the last time that his whole team would be together like that, but this night out was the last time that his team, his friends, would be together in the way that mattered. Even if no one was traded, if no one changed in the slightest (except Jack, coming back from injury), things still wouldn’t be quite the same. It wouldn’t be his second year, his presence wouldn’t be new or exciting. He would have to try harder, do better, and be consistent to show that he wasn’t just an example of beginner’s luck.

He clutched you a little tighter to his side at that thought. He was comforted by the way that you melted into him, moving to lean back against his chest. Your hand covered his and the other polished off your drink. He took the empty cup from you and kissed your cheek before pulling away to toss your cup, and his, in the trash can behind him.

When he returned, he was taken aback by the sight before him.

You had stepped forward and were carding your fingers through John’s curls and Luke saw red before he saw the thoughtful look on your face. John had just said to you and Nico that he thought his hair was getting too long, too unruly. You didn’t agree– it was a good length, the curls were just settling into their shapes.

“I don’t think you should cut it, John,” you were saying before Luke grabbed your other wrist and yanked you towards him. “Luke!” You exclaimed, startled by the movement.

“Time to go,” Luke announced, loud enough that the other boys could hear. He clutched your wrist, not your hand, your wrist, and pulled you along as he stomped toward the exit.

“Luke, what is going on?” You asked, voice resounding in your ears like it’s much louder than it actually is. 

Luke kept walking like he didn’t even hear you, pushing through the door and leading you down the block to the car. He opened your door for you and helped you in, but he slammed it shut once you were buckled into your seat. He rounded the car and opened his own door, glaring at you in a passing glance before settling into the driver’s seat.

“Lu,” you implored, pressing your hands against the top of your thighs. 

When he didn’t reply, you tried again.

“Babe, talk to me–”

“I don’t want you to speak unless you’re spoken to,” Luke said. He refused to look at you. “You think you can touch John’s hair the way you touch mine? You’ll let him guide you into the bar the way I would? I’m not enough for you, huh, baby?”

You blinked, suddenly shifting up to sit a little straighter. Luke, your sweet angel Luke, the baby of his family who would never hurt a fly, who avoided hockey fights at every cost, had flipped his switch.

“Answer me. I asked you a question.”

“No, sir,” you said. Your eyes flickered down to where Luke’s knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You inhaled sharply as you made eye contact with the veins decorating the back of his hand.

“No?” Luke repeated, mocking. “I’m not enough for you?”

“No! Lu, you’re more than enough, you know you’re the only one I need.” Your words came out scrambled and you tripped over them. 

Luke clicked his tongue, disapproval written all over his face. “Can’t even speak, can you?” He scoffed, reached down with one hand, and popped the button on his jeans. “Let’s put your mouth to a better use until you can find your words.”

“You’re driving,” you pointed out, casting a worried look at the road ahead of you.

“It wasn’t a question,” Luke threw you a glance. He looked back at the road, then back to you, this time holding your gaze. He cocked his head to the side, eyes softening for a moment. “Was it?”

“No,” you breathed out. 

“Good girl.” A smile spread over Luke’s face and he turned back to the road. “Get to it.”

You clenched your thighs together and unbuckled your seatbelt so you could twist towards Luke and lean over the center console. You reached out to unzip his pants, but he knocked your hands away.

“I didn’t say use your hand. I said,” he paused, grabbing your hair and tilting your head up so your eyes met his, “Use your mouth.”

The noise that escaped you was involuntary. You moved forward that extra inch and carefully took Luke’s zipper in your mouth, dragging it down. His boxers were revealed by the action, but that was the extent of it. 

“Come on,” Luke encouraged, growing impatient. What you couldn’t see from your position was the smug tilt of his mouth, knowing there was no way to get his cock out of his pants with just your mouth. “Take it out.”

“Can’t,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you can’t?” Luke mocked, feigning sympathy. “Poor baby needs my help, yeah?”

You nodded and hummed an agreement.

Luke’s grip tightened on your hair and he gave it a sharp tug. “Use your manners.”

“Please, Lu, help me,” you conceded.

“Help you what?”

“Help me take your cock out so I can suck you, please, sir.” Your voice was close to breaking, you were itching to get your mouth on him and make him feel good. 

Luke obliged, revealing himself to you. You opened your mouth and he pumped himself twice just to tease you before slapping the lip of his cock on the flat of your tongue. He fed you his cock, returning his hand to your hair when you had taken as much of his length in your mouth as you could. He gathered your hair into a messy ponytail with his one hand, the other still on the wheel, and began to guide your head up and down. 

You gagged when he guided you to his base, nose touching the fabric of his boxers around his cock, but the groan he let out made the discomfort worth it. It was low and desperate, just pure relief.

“Wanna fuck your mouth,” Luke breathed out, pulling you up so just the tip of his cock remained in your mouth. 

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, swiping your tongue over his slit and relishing in the taste of his precum in your mouth. 

He moaned aloud, the sound seeming to echo throughout the car. You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips. You let out a sigh, suddenly overwhelmed with contentment for your situation. Luke was perfect. He was the perfect boyfriend, whether he was his soft and cuddly self or this dominant version of him that wasn’t afraid to tell you what to do, to communicate what he wanted. 

“Would if I weren’t driving, too,” Luke mumbled, mostly to himself. “Fuck, baby, make me come. You know how.”

Luke returned both hands to the steering wheel and allowed you to move your head freely, to go at your own pace. You bobbed your head with enthusiasm, spit dripping down his shaft and soaking the fabric around him. You gagged at times, but the tight squeeze of your throat around him just added to Luke’s pleasure. He wasn’t shy about telling you how good you felt, either, making you more determined to make him come.

“Fuck, pull off,” Luke said, his voice a little shaky.

You couldn’t. You couldn’t, not when he was so close. The idea of having his come in your mouth, on your tongue, the manifestation of how you made him feel, was too alluring. 

“Y/N, pull off,” Luke commanded, reaching down to yank you off of him by your hair. He clenched his jaw as he held you just far enough off his cock that you thought, with just one bump in the road, you could capture it again. He steered out of the lane and parked on the side of the road. “You don’t want to listen? You’re so cockdumb that you can’t follow my orders?”

All you could do was look at him, eyes wide. 

He spoke through his teeth, never once blinking or breaking eye contact. “Since you want me inside you so bad, I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I come. You’re gonna take it. Even if you gag, even if you cry, I’m not going to stop until I come. Then, you’re going to sit back and buckle yourself in and I’m going to finish driving us home. You will not swallow. You’re going to hold my come in your mouth until I say so. Do you understand?”

Your jaw dropped at the words, the tips of your ears growing hot. “Yes, sir.” It’s nearly inaudible and you can feel your panties growing damper with just the thought of it– minute after minute ticking by, Luke’s come coating your tongue, not being able to speak or swallow. You’re completely under Luke’s control.  

He leaned back in the seat and motioned toward his cock. 

You allowed him to guide you onto his length again, getting comfortable with its size. You hollowed your cheeks and looked up at him, pausing your movements and staying statue-still.

A smirk took over Luke’s face. “That’s my girl.”

He took your head with both hands, keeping your hair out of your face and keeping you from moving an inch, and began to thrust into your mouth. It was sharp and hard and you tried to create a vacuum-type suction around his cock, as tight as you knew he liked it, but it was hard with the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat with every buck of his hips. You ended up gagging, and crying, and drooling all over his cock, just like Luke had said, and he fulfilled his promise that he wouldn’t stop.

“Look at you, making such a mess of yourself,” Luke scoffed. “Such a mess all over my cock, just to make me feel good. You’d let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d never let anyone else take you like this, just me, yeah? No one else gets to see you just leaking all over my cock because you’re mine.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that and the moan you released around Luke’s length caused his hips to stutter, made him unable to hold back his orgasm any longer. He came in stripes all over your tongue, some of it leaking down the back of your throat before you could stop it. He pulled you off of him and crashed his lips against yours, a close-mouthed kiss because you wouldn’t dare disobey, couldn’t handle the idea of disappointing Luke.

“My good girl,” Luke cooed when he pulled away.

You offered him a lazy smile, head foggy and bones mushy. You were sated, an elevated version of just happy, and so, so comfortable. You loved him. He was everything.

“I’m not done with you yet, am I?” Luke asked softly, thumbing over your bottom lip. 

You shook your head.

“Open,” Luke said. “I want to see my come on your tongue.”

You hesitantly opened your mouth, pushing your tongue out so he could see the milky white substance coating the muscle. 

Luke captured your cheeks with one hand and leaned in with the other holding your head in place. You stared at his eyes, which were watching your tongue as a line of his saliva mixed with the come in your mouth. When his eyes rose to meet yours, it was the embers of desire that made your head roll back and the instinct, the pure instinct of having something in your mouth, that caused you to swallow.

Your head snapped forward, eyes wide and not doe-eyed, not purposefully innocent to make Luke’s heart jump. No, your eyes were wide with worry because you disobeyed him. It wasn’t something you did to spite him or push him further over the line. 

“I’m sorry.” The words leaked from your mouth and you scrambled to take Luke’s hand in yours, clutching his right with both of yours. “Luke, it was an accident, you know I’d never–”

His mouth was open in shock, briefly, before it snapped shut and his eyes twinkled with something downright predatory. His hand was limp in yours (though not pulling away) and he was still.

“But you did,” He interrupted. “You did.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You were trying to reason with him, but you knew the damage was done. Whatever he had planned for you when you got back to the house, it was going to be ten times worse now.

Luke just shook his head and removed his hand from your grasp, pulling back onto the highway and resuming the drive home. You weren’t far, the area around you looking more and more familiar with each passing second. The minutes stretched for what seemed like hours with Luke’s silence. You held your own hand nervously, pinching at the skin of you knuckles and avoiding Luke’s face. You couldn’t handle seeing the disappointment etched into his features.

Luke pulled into the garage of the apartment complex after just about five minutes. Suddenly, it hits you– you have the apartment all to yourselves tonight. There’s nothing to stop Luke, or you for that matter, from being as loud or as public as he wants. There’s a window in the living room, one that Luke mentioned after your last session. A spark traveled up your spine when you realize that tonight might be the night that he fucks you out in the open, for anyone to see.

When he shifted the car into park, Luke turned to you expectantly.

You apologized again, softly, once he looked at you.

His features softened then, seeing your apprehension. He reached out and took your hand. “Are you okay?”

“I feel bad that I didn’t listen,” you replied. Your eyes fell on your shoelaces, which were an off-white color after plenty of use. You made a note to yourself that maybe you should wash them soon. You wondered if they’d return to their original color. The shoes were much more interesting than looking up at Luke and meeting his eyes.

He tilted your head upward with a guided hand anyway. “You’re still my good girl,” he reassured. “Are you okay to keep going? Or do you want me to stop? I won’t be mad. Whatever you want, we can do it. We can leave this in the car and I can take care of you, baby.”

You could cry at his words, how great he is about your slip-up. You did want him to be sweet, but you knew that he needed this. He needed to work through whatever was going on in his mind and if he could just be in control of this, just for a little while longer, it would be so much easier for him later.

“I want to keep going,” you admitted.

“You know your word?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me?”

“Flower.”

“That’s right, baby.” Luke pecked your lips, but when he pulled back he was back to business. “Now, are you ready to listen to me?”

You nodded, eyes trained on his. Neither of you blinked, a silent contest that he ended up losing (something that would normally cause you to gloat, but now doesn’t seem like the right time).

“When you get to the apartment, you’re going to strip. You’re going to sit on the edge of our bed. You’re going to touch yourself while you wait for me and I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. If you come, and you know I’ll know if you do, you’re not going to come at all tonight. I want you to bring yourself right to the edge and stay there. Can you do that for me?” He spoke slowly and clearly, his voice gravely and dominant. He didn’t stumble over his words or pause and “um” like he did in interviews. No, this was when Luke was at his surest. This was when he knew exactly what to do, exactly what to say.

“I can do that,” you agreed, unbuckling your seatbelt and gathering your things.

“I’m going to give you a five minute head start.”

You nodded at Luke, opened your door, and left the vehicle. When you got up to the apartment, you didn’t bother to hang your coat or purse on the hooks Luke put up just for you. You didn’t put your shoes neatly like the door like you normally did. Instead, you dropped your belongings and kicked the shoes off one by one on your walk to the bedroom. You shed your clothing in a similar manner, leaving a trail behind for Luke to chuckle at when he walked in the door. 

Fully naked, you stared at yourself in the mirror that faced your bed. You read once that it was bad luck to have a mirror face a bed, that your reflection could like… capture your soul, or something, but you kept the mirror there anyway because if there was anything Luke enjoyed, it was seeing himself fuck you in the mirror. He liked to watch you ride him in reverse cowgirl, so he could see your ass jiggle as you bounced on his cock with his own eyes and your whole body in the reflection. 

Sometimes, his hands would drift up and he would hold your tits, watching how he could envelop them in his palms. You tilt your head to the side, watching your own hands slide up your body to do the same. 

For everything you could imagine Luke doing, there your hands were trying to satisfy yourself. If you closed your eyes, you could convince yourself that it was him instead.

His cock would disappear into your pussy, thrusting in and out and causing you to whine. His fingers would circle your clit or pinch your nipples. He would palm your ass, or reach up to wrap his hand around your neck. He would reach just that spot…

You didn’t ever hear it when Luke opened the door and joined you in the room. He thought you knew he was coming, with the way you were whining his name and begging for him. Your eyes snapped open as he closed the door behind him and you quickly pulled your fingers out from inside of you.

Luke walked over to you and sank onto his knees between your legs. “Gimme a taste, love.”

You offered him your fingers, which he took into his mouth. He sucked on them softly for far too short a time, in your opinion, with the way his cheekbones became more prominent as he cleaned your fingers of your wetness.

“Tastes good,” he told you with a smile when he was finished. 

“Thank you,” you replied, practically a whimper. Your chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing your heart in your chest. You were waiting, just waiting, for Luke to tell you what was next.

He rose to sit on the bed next to you, guiding you to shift over so you were sitting on his lap. “I’m going to spank you,” he whispered against your lips. “Just ten times. That’s all. It’ll go fast, but I’m not going to go easy on you. I know you can take it.” Luke kissed you again, snuck his tongue into your mouth for a quick, far too quick pass, before pulling back. “Turn over, baby, and lean over my knee, yeah?”

Your movements were slow, your brain turning foggy again like it was in the car. Luke helped you over his knee, still clothed. The contrast between how clothed he was and how naked you were almost made you drool. It was nearly embarrassing, being this down bad for Luke when he seemed to be completely fine, unaffected.

Luke snapped you out of your thoughts with a spank. The pain was only there for a split second before Luke was rubbing soothing circles over your skin. You shivered when he dipped his hand lower and trailed a finger through your folds.

“So wet,” he murmured.

You clenched down and he pulled away, only to deliver a second slap to your cheek. You shivered, goosebumps rising over your arms.

“So, baby, tell me,” Luke began, bringing down his hand again. “Why am I spanking you?” He waited for you to answer before bringing his hand down again. “Because I swallowed– oh– when you told me not to.”

“Mhm. Why else?”

Another spank. Now, it was starting to sting. Your ass had turned a pretty shade of pink that caused Luke to bite his lip and run his hands over your skin, feeling the heat radiate off the surface.

You were quiet. You weren’t quite sure. Holding his come in your mouth had been the punishment for not pulling off when he told you to. You had been slow to say please in the car, but that wasn’t ever something Luke would punish you for, just something he’d remind you to do. “For, um…” You trailed off, not sure what to say.

Luke scoffed and spanked you three times, harsh enough that his handprint stayed imprinted on your body for longer than it normally did when he spanked you. You cried out, your head dropping and tears welling up in your eyes. 

“‘For, um,’” he mocked. “You don’t know? You’re that fucking dumb that you can’t remember what happened less than an hour ago?”

“Lu, please,” were the words that escaped your mouth instead of an answer to his question. They were teary and he almost stopped, almost, just because of how your voice shook. 

“Please what?” He spat, another slap echoing throughout the room. 

“I don’t know,” You sobbed. “I don’t know why you’re mad at me.”

“Five more,” Luke warned you and you nodded. 

It took a lot out of you, agreeing for five more, but Luke wouldn’t do anything he didn’t think you could handle.

“How about this, baby?” Luke said. Slap. “For touching John’s hair the same way you touch mine?” Slap. “For letting the boys guide you into the restaurant like you’re their girlfriend, not mine.” Slap. “For sending John off to get me a drink when I told you to do so?” Slap. “For not listening?” Slap. “For being a fucking brat?”

You wailed, slumped against Luke. He got a good look at you in the mirror, boneless over his knee. He took in the red skin of your ass, tracing the line of his raised handprint. 

“You’re mine,” Luke continued, sounding off. You turned your head towards the mirror, eyes hazy but still able to make him out. He was waiting for you to look at him, for your eyes to meet his. “You can’t– you can’t treat him like he’s special.”

And suddenly, it all clicked. Luke was jealous because he was scared of the same thing you’d skated around in your conversation right after the game. Luke wanted to be special, wanted you to see him and need him. He needed you to need him, to let him take control and take care of you and decide things for you, all because he didn’t want to be the person who lost everything because he wasn’t good enough. Even the idea that John could possibly take Luke’s place, as preposterous as it was to you, sent Luke into a spiral.

“Fuck me, Luke,” you said, voice shaky and light because of the headspace you were in. “Take me. I’m yours. Prove it.”

Gently, so gently in contrast to his prior actions, Luke helped you up and lay you down on your back on the bed, placing a pillow under your hips. You lay there for a few minutes, blinking slowly and watching as Luke shed his clothes and rummaged through his dresser drawers for something. His back was to you and you smiled to yourself, too fucked out to let out a giggle, at his backside. When Luke turned around, two of his gameday ties in hand, he cocked his head to the side at your smile.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked.

“Boy butts are so funny,” You answered. “They’re just so small. Like… where are your hips, Lu?”

Luke blinked a few times, then shook his head. “Oh my God, you’ve lost it.”

“I’ve been thinking it. We need to get you in the gym.”

“You’re being a brat.”

“And your butt is small.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Luke scoffed. He had walked to the bed and was tying one of your hands to his headboard.

“I’m waiting.”

Luke huffed out a laugh at your response. “You’re making it hard to dom you, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, was the road head not enough?”

Luke shushed you, moving to your other hand and tying that one with the other tie.

“What about the spitting in my mouth and spanking me?” You continue, goading him. 

Luke crawled up your body, kissing up your stomach and chest and neck as he went. 

One more sentence, and he wouldn’t find it so difficult to dominate you for this final stretch. 

He’s hovering over your lips, his breath fanning out over them.

“I bet Johnny could do it better.”

Luke pulled back, jaw dropped. His mouth returned to a strait line and his eyes turned murderous. There it was, there’s the dominance that he thought he lost.

 You smirked at him, proud of yourself for the comment you made, until Luke’s palm made contact with your cheek. Your head turned with the impact and you swore your heart stopped. You were too surprised to say anything. As the seconds of silence passed where you and Luke just stared at each other, same shocked expression on your face, you realized: huh. That’s not so different from when he spanks me.

Then, another second after that: That was kind of… hot.

“Are you okay?” Luke breathed out. He’s practically frozen in place.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Oh my God, Luke, yeah.” You pulled on the restraints above you, itching to get him inside of you. You circled your legs around his waist and raised your hips, trying to make contact with him. “Fuck, Lu, that was so hot, please fuck me.”

Luke blinked twice and searched your face for any discomfort, anything that would show him that you were upset or hurt by his slap. He hadn’t even done it intentionally, just driven by the pure rage of you mentioning John, saying that John could be better for you than Luke was.

It wasn’t until your wiggling hips caused his cock to make contact with your weeping pussy that he began to move.

He started by pinning your hips down.

“Greedy,” he chastised. 

“I need you in me, don’t treat me like I’m made of glass,” you whined.

Luke positioned himself at your entrance and snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one fell swoop.

It knocked all the breath out of you. Even after dating Luke for ages, his size still surprised you.

“How’s that, huh? Can you feel me? Do you think I’m treating you gently?” Luke asked, grinding his teeth as he fucked in and out of you. His skin was slapping against yours and he moved one of our legs so your knee was thrown over his shoulder. “You think Marino could fuck you like this?” He practically spat out John’s name, disgust coating each syllable.

“Probably,” you quipped, your voice snarky. You were itching for Luke to slap you again, or something, because he wasn’t giving it everything. He was still shaken up by the fact that he hit you at all.

“‘Probably,’” He repeated, incredulous. “You’ll never know, will you, baby?” He snaps his hips harder, faster. “This is my pussy. It only gets wet for me, you only spread your legs for me, you can be a slut all you want but only in the confines of these four walls. You can be bad, only right here… where I’m able to fuck. it. out. of you.”

You moan, wanton and long in the back of your throat. Your hands are aching to grab his hair, to twist the curls between your fingers. “Lu, my hand,” you told him.

“What about it?” He asked, not slowing his pace.

“Untie it, please!”

Luke looked down at you, confused. “Why?”

You whined, keening as your back arched and you squeezed his cock. “Need to get a hand on you, Lu, fuck. Wanna pull your hair. So pretty, so much prettier than John’s.”

“Oh,” he whispered, his stomach turning. He reached up to undo the knot, trying to continue to fuck you and untie it at the same time. When your hand came free, it immediately found purchase in his curls. Your fingernails scraped his scalp and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he bucked into you with uncoordinated thrusts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “Gonna make me come.”

“Please,” you begged. “Inside me, inside me–”

Your vision went white and your pussy was like a vice around him as you came.

“Yeah, yeah,” Luke agreed, voice strained. He watched the bliss wash over your features and whined. “Fuck you til you’re full, show everyone you’re all mine.” 

It’s the thought of pumping his seed into you, making you round with his child, that sends Luke over the edge. No one would think to take you from him then, not that you’d ever go. No one would ever be able to call you theirs like he could call you his, not when he’s fucked you full, not when you’re carrying his baby.

“So perfect for me,” Luke mumbled in your ear, collapsing on top of you as he came down from his orgasm. 

“Just for you, Lu.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You paused, rubbing his back. “You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re more than enough and I don’t want you to feel insecure anymore.”

Luke pulled himself out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. “Can we talk about it tomorrow? I think we could both use some rest.”

He got up from the bed and walked into his bathroom, grabbing a towel and coming back to wipe you clean. 

“Can it wait that long?” You fixed him with a look of concern.

“Baby.” Luke cut his eyes at you, then finished wiping you down. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

You shrugged. “Okay,” you agreed, then made yourself comfortable, pulling the covers over your body. You turned over, back to Luke, and spoke like it was an afterthought. “I loved it when you slapped me, you know.”

Luke groaned, leaned over to give you a kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry I was mean.”

“Mmm, mean Luke gets me hot just like sweet Luke,” you replied. You turned your head and kissed his lips. “I like sweet Luke more, though. Sweet Luke cuddles me while I’m asleep.”

Luke laughed, going to toss the dirty towel in the dirty clothes hamper. “Sweet Luke will be back to cuddle you after he brushes his teeth,” he said.

When he returned, your breath was even and you had already fallen asleep, the ghost of a smile still gracing your lips. Luke bit his tongue, joined you under the covers, and threw his arm over the curve of your waist. Within just a few minutes, he was fast asleep next to you, softly snoring with his nose pressed into your hair.

notes: so, I, uh..... got a little carried away. I just kept having ideas. And I hope it worked out for me, to be fair. Hiiiiiii anon I hope this was good for youuuu love you bigggg I felt so awky-tawky writing some of this because as much as I would looooove a man to treat me like this, it feels so silly to write. Anyway. Loving y'all.

SEND MORE REQUESTS! I'LL GET TO THEM EVENTUALLY (they might not all be this long LOLLL)

[aheathen-conceivably]

Ok so I read the post on your thoughts on Gio and the American Dream and I hate to say it … as an immigrant, I understand him.

I also come from a culture where women tend to their male partner's needs and I don't believe he wants to turn Jo into a subservient wife. He fell in love with a lively, free, and wild Jo and loves that aspect of her.

At the end of the day she loves him too so why would she leave? I understand she doesn't like to be dependent of him but where else would she go? There are no parties or glamour, which was her whole thing, anymore. At least the farm offers stability in the economic crisis.

Point is, I understand Gio as an immigrant, but don't understand Jo as a woman.

BABES! We’ve got another one…

(As in me being touched and having no other means to say how much I love y’all takes other than to give them a standing ovation in GIF form).

But you know…there’s a whole lot to break down here, friend, especially about Jo. I think you know what that means! Under the cut we go….

First and foremost, I very much appreciate you saying you understand that aspect of Gio. I did in part write him as a commentary on the immigrant experience in America (filtered through his own personality/character of course), and so to know that is relatable means a lot to me. I don’t think it’s a spoiler to tell y’all his journey is far from over, and you can already see the cracks in his outlook beginning to form. Whenever Jo is depressed he says this quite vividly:

Because you are very, very correct. This isn’t about molding Jo into some subservient housewife, or even eroding those exact qualities that he loves in her. This is about Gio attempting to square what he’s been taught/believes will bring his life happiness and meaning with his own experience and emotions. It’s about the myth of the American dream and the perfect housewife and the very real struggle of those things existing as actual, lived realities.

Because at the root of it, Gio is amalgamating an understanding of his own family unit and what he knows he doesn’t want in this country. He has seen another methods of “making it” in America, and so he thinks if only he can make the “right” choices, he can avoid that, and become the respected and happy man that he wants to be.

Now onto Jo, boy oh boy, Jo….

I think one of the core misunderstandings here is that Jo wants stability. This is kind of the crux built into her desire for control and her never-ending failure to achieve it. She wants to control her surroundings, to make sure nothing and no one can hurt her, but she also wants to feel in a way that is hard to find in a stable, heavily domesticated life. On the flip side, despite whatever imaginary dream Gio has, he’s the same way. They both want a life filled with excitement and new experiences, new people and rushes of emotions. This is one of the ways they differ heavily from Antoine and Zelda.

Now on one level, this is simply the way Josephine is. She’s high energy, fun loving, and insatiable. But on a deeper level, this is tied into her experiences not only as a woman, but as a daughter. She has a brief moment of clarity in that last post where she realizes:

Now I have chosen not to go too in-depth on Josephine’s trauma, but you can see her lay out the course of events here and also her deep hesitation to any of it here. Josephine is still only a teenager in that second post. Her mother not only told her things like that (“this is the weight that prejudice and expectation have placed upon us”) but also “what do you want to be then? Some glorified maid to a man?” (Which, frankly, I can write another Ted Talk about the juxtaposition here, but I think ya'll can pull some threads).

So when you see Josephine’s struggle with control, this is heavily rooted in bodily autonomy. Now all things considered, Josephine has managed to make great strides toward reclaiming this and reasserting not only her sexuality, but also her sense of self in her body. Gio knows this. We see him recognize and respect it quite clearly in that last post. He’s been part of that process for her, and that only adds another element of love, trust, and safety between them.

But on a fundamental level, neither Gio nor Josephine has made the connection between that trauma, her own personality, and why she hates her life now so much:

Here’s the issue right now: Josephine doesn’t feel like she’s living her own life. We have seen how she would like to live in the 20s not just in the parties and glamour, but when she was managing bands. She wants to be fulfilled professionally, through helping people/places she believes in and bettering her own life by bettering theirs. That’s how she gets her joy, and that’s what she would chose to do if given the chance.

And right now, she does not feel like she gets to chose. You’re correct in that part of that is coming from the current economic situation. Again, she sees that herself here. She knows what demons are waiting outside her window, and how easily poverty can make them rearise. That only makes it worse. It doesn’t make the smell of bread (domestic security) any better or more comforting. It makes it bitter, because she didn’t chose it. She was backed into a corner by circumstance (and, as she can sense, by the choices men made for her without telling her), and now she feels like she can’t say no. That’s her ultimate trigger.

Now whether or not that loss of control is simply perceived, or should be offset by how “lucky” she is to be in a stable position in such precarious economic times, we might all have different options on. Even more, I’m sure each of us would answer differently for ourselves in that situation. I know I would. But for Josephine? Not only is this a life she will never find joy in, because even without her trauma, she is an ambitious, restless, and outgoing person with different goals for herself; but that added memory and pain makes her reaction to it all the more volatile.

Perhaps most importantly, Jo feels as though her life is being controlled again, whether by Gio, the reality of the world outside her window, or by her own guilt/love that makes her feel beholden to the people around her (just like it did to her mother). Because you’re right, she does love him. She wouldn’t leave because she doesn’t. If she leaves now, it would leave because she panicked, because she feels like she’s lost all the autonomy she worked so hard to regain and she’ll never feel the fulfillment she felt when she was successfully independent ever again. That’s the element I hope we can understand, even if it’s not what we would do.

[ouatsnark]

CaptainSwan has an abusive marriage because Hook was a villain. DEBUNKED.

I had a request on X formerly known as Twitter to debunk the below CaptainSwan hate. I think I have covered all of this before but I thought I might remind the Regina Apologists that if you use these arguments against CaptainSwan you’re a raging hypocrite. So yes, this is going to be another “but what about your ship” post just for the purpose of pointing out the hypocrisy.

So buckle up CSers and let’s dive into another installment of “WTF did that Regina apologist just say!?”

Proof of Emma & Killian’s Abusive Marriage?

Apparently Emma is doomed to a life of abuse, because according to Regina Apologists, Killian has a history of abusing Emma:

Hook physical assaulted Emma: Body Slamming, Shoved, abused other women too (villain Hook)

Hook sexual assaulted Emma and other women (false)

Hook attempted to kidnap Emma’s son (a swing & a miss)

Hook has poor communication skills (writing trope, stfu)

Hook has a drinking problem (HAD. therefor head canon)

Hook is rude to Emma’s mother (shower remark) and Henry (ONE TIME. You’re never rude to anyone?)

Hook shifts blame from himself to Emma (ONE TIME if you even want to count this & it’s about killing David’s father & he corrected himself)

Hook made Emma co-dependent as she was willing to let her parents die and her brother become an orphan (What is this even? Is it the Under World trip? But Henry isn’t mentioned… I think they got their Regina list confused with the Killian list.)

Hook treated her like trash, manipulated & lied to her, put her down, especially when angry (Villain/DO Hook)

Hook jumped off a roof just to get Emma to talk to him (get over it losers)

Hook is Professor of Moodiness 101 (What is that even? They didn’t have enough bullet points I guess)

Hook thinks family and friends are possessions but Emma’s loved ones are threatened by Killian?? Tried to maliciously kill Emma’s family and friends (more Villain/Dark Hook & he apologized, went to hell and was tortured)

What about the future of Regina & Emma's toxic friendship (cause canonically that's all that existed)?

Regina physically assaulted Emma and plenty of other people too.

Regina sexually assaulted Graham AND y’all seem to think “taste my forbidden (poison) fruit” is sexual.

Regina abused Emma’s son, tried to turn him against her and then attempted to kidnap him (she was evil so she had no rights, please understand this)

Regina has a self-centered, wont listen to anyone else, attitude problem

Regina also has poor communication skills

Regina is rude to Emma’s family and friends ALL OF THE TIME. So not just once like Killian. But All the time.

Regina was the one that actually let Emma’s parents sacrifice themselves in S6 for her instead of being a true hero.

Regina actually treated Emma like garbage before and after her supposed redemption (Regina lied, manipulated, used, insulted, degraded and dismissed Emma all 6 seasons)

Regina used the dagger to hurt Emma and tried to force Emma to tell her secrets that Emma didn’t want to share with Regina

Regina murdered Emma’s wish parents in front of her & no amount of begging made her stop (she still failed)

Regina destroyed Emma’s life and was the one to actually try and murder Emma and her parents on multiple occasions AND SHE DOES NOT REGRET IT.

If things that Villain Hook and the Hook consumed by Darkness did is proof that redeemed Killian Jones will abuse Emma Swan then the exact same can be said for Regina Mills. And Regina was never consumed by darkness. I know you all like to pretend that Dark Hook was the “Real Hook” but it wasn’t and you need to get over that. The darkness controls & manipulates its host but you’d know that if you looked at Rumple or even watched Season 5.

So are we done using these as reasons Emma and Killian will have an abusive marriage? Because obviously if SwanQueen had ever been a thing then they would have an extremely abusive partnership if we apply this same logic to them. Actually, Regina is more likely to abuse Emma than Killian Jones because between the two of them my list is more accurate for her and she has history of domestic violence (Graham, Snow, Henry, King Leo, her father). And the fact that Regina is an abusive “friend”.

But OUATSnark, all of these one time things add up! Yeah, we’re human beings. Our mistakes tend to do that. That’s why circumstances, context, intent and patterns and responses matter. So let’s break these down one by one shall we? I will be throwing Rumbelle into the mix just in case any Rumbellers out there wanna agree with the Regina Apologists.

Physical Assault

CLAIM: Hook physically assaulted Emma by body slamming her and shoving her. He also physically abused other women.

CORRECTION! Emma and Hook physically assaulted each other. Kinda. Is this what the kids are calling sword fights these days? This happened when Hook was a villain. When Emma and Hook were on opposing sides. Yes, they had a sword fight. Things happen during a sword fight. You know how that ended? He got a rock to the face. Way to go Emma! That was also after she betrayed him. Way to not listen to your literal inner voice, Emma. And yes, Hook gave her a little shove out of the way to get to Rumple. All of this happened when they were still enemies.

Neither Hook nor Emma touch each other in a violent way once he is on his path to redemption and aside from them being literally consumed by evil. Them as dark ones is not a measuring tool for how they are since they’re no longer consumed by evil.

Other abuse: Yes, Hook was a villain. He had victims that were women. He had victims that were men, too. The women victims, however, weren’t victims because they were women or because he was seeking to control them in a relationship so that does not mean he’d be an abusive husband. He was an equal opportunist villain. Please check his EQUAL partnership with Milah as more proof he is not a domestic abuser. Just because someone commits one kind of crime doesn’t mean they commit all kinds of different crimes. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

So why is all of this a problem now that Hook’s redeemed? It’s not a problem unless you hate CaptainSwan because you (wrongly) think Hook ruined your chances at your actual abusive toxic ship because…

Regina was physically abusive to Emma before her redemption:

She tried to poison Emma, twice (S1)

Threw her down a driveway (S2 when Emma rightly called Henry “HER SON”)

Punched her (S1 over Graham)

Choked her (S2 trying to stop Emma from getting in the way of turning Cora into a DO)

So Regina also has a history of being physically abusive to Emma when they were still enemies. I guess that means Swanqueen would have a terribly abusive marriage too, then, right? Or are you a double standard hypocrite? For the record, I don’t think the above is proof she undoubtedly would be. However…

Oh but wait, Regina was physically abusive to Emma AFTER her redemption:

Regina used the dagger to control Emma and LIKED that it hurt Emma. This is only significant because Regina reveled in hurting Emma with that dagger. She didn’t even apologize or care either. In fact she thought it was great that she made Emma thank her. That’s just abusive behavior. I’m sorry. When you hurt someone you love you apologize even if it’s an accident. And you sure as hell do not do it again then demand being thanked!

She used that dagger to torture Emma into revealing truths to her that Emma didn’t want to tell her. Regina might have been trying to help but she continued when an obviously hurting Emma BEGGED her to stop. Regina ultimately failed. But if Hook’s past is a reason you claim he’ll physically hurt Emma in the future then this is definitely a sign that Regina will push Emma past her breaking point if Regina wants something from her bad enough. Fair is fair, y’all!

Regina then murdered Emma’s wish parent’s in front of her Emma’s anguish didn’t even phase Regina. Again she pushed Emma past her breaking point and didn’t stop. SHE DID NOT STOP. Because Regina wanted to be the hero by any means necessary and she still failed! Emma’s pain is what brought Killian out of the darkness. Regina just kept on going!

Other abuses: Aside from all the murder, she choked a village child, abused her knights, tortured people and goodness knows what other things during her years of Tyranny. So. Yes, Regina likes to abuse people. She abused Belle after her redemption and didn’t care. She verbally abused young August (yes, she snapped under pressure but she is rude to someone at least every episode).

But do you know what Regina’s big red flag is? She forced Graham to have a relationship with her then killed him for rejecting her.

So which one is more likely to domestically abuse Emma and force her into a relationship? Hook or Regina? Regina has a history of domestic abuse so the answer would be Regina.

And for you Rumbellers out there that think Rumbelle had a beautiful marriage, lets remind you that Rumple was physically abusive to Belle:

Shook her

Threw her in a tower & locked her away

Put her in a sleeping curse

Uh oh looks like Rumbelle is going to be a highly physically abusive marriage! But wait, we already knew that. At least those of us without blinders on.

Newsflash y’all the enemies to lovers ships have a history of fighting. Shocker. But the only one to come to physical abuse AFTER redemption was SwanQueen. Therefor if you ship SwanQueen you shouldn’t be saying “CaptainSwan’s marriage is violent because of stuff that happens when they’re enemies”. And if you ship Rumbelle you should just stop talking all together.

Sexual Assault

CLAIM: Killian kissed Emma without her consent! He’s a pirate! All pirates rape! And he’s admitted to getting women drunk to rape them!

Do I have to say this again? Killian was trying to break a curse. The writers were paralleling them with Snowing. Just get over it!

And no, just because he was a pirate that doesn’t make him a canon rapist. You want to fanon him as one? That’s sick but it’s your right. But your fanon is not proof of canon.

And those words were not in that EF pub scene, that is not what that scene was about, and Emma has NO REACTION? Please just exercise some honesty and use some brain cells, I beg you!

Besides, If Hook is a sexual abuser because of the attempted true love kiss then so is David. If we follow this logic then surely he assaults Snow on a nightly basis, right? This isn’t meant to be a strawman argument… I am just trying to point out the hypocrisy. I know no one believes David does this cause it’d be far too ridiculous. So why is Hook held to a different standard? Because he is a villain or because you just hate him? Cause both kisses happened under the same circumstances and we never see Hook force a kiss on anyone outside of this very specific circumstance.

But let’s talk about Regina. Since y’all think “how to get the savior to taste my forbidden (poison) fruit” is something sexual then what does that say about your ship? Because to me it says sexual abuse is just fine as long as it’s Regina doing it. And as I said earlier she forced Graham into a relationship with her. She sexually assaulted him for 28 years then murdered him when he rejected her. What about David? Yes, her trying to seduce a cursed David is 100% attempted sexual assault. I’ve even seen people convincingly argue that she’s even touched Killian inappropriately and suggested she’d make David a sex slave when she had him in her prison.

And for you RUMBELLE stans out there: Yes, Rumple assaults Belle several times. Once when he was masquerading as Killian AFTER her rejection and ejection from her life. He uses the author to re-write her as his wife AFTER her rejection. And he kisses her without permission while she’s in the sleeping curse AFTER she’s rejected him again.

OK while we’re here let me just draw the SWANFIRE fans into this: Yeah yeah yeah Neal wouldn’t have been charged for statutory rape since 16 was the age of consent in that state but lets not pretend that a 150 yr old with a 16/17 year old isn’t cringy. His body might not have aged but he has the experience of two lifetimes worth of emotional and mental maturity. And again it’s just sick.

So I ask you… out of all these couples…which one is more likely to sexually abuse their partner? Regina and Rumple is the answer because they have CANON history of doing so. Neal is more likely to cheat on Emma with a much younger woman. Deal with it.

So lets also scratch sexual abuse off your reasons CaptainSwan is abusive cause one, its a lie and two, your favorite (Rumple, Regina or Neal) is actually the canon rapist.

Kidnapping Henry

CLAIM: “Hook attempted to kidnap her son. (To save him from Zelena, Cool motive. Still kidnapping)… I’m sure none of these things will cause problems in their marriage [sarcasm]”

So apparently Hook attempting to kidnap Henry to save him from Zelena is proof that Hook is going to abuse Emma during their marriage? Or maybe they meant Henry? Still. Say what? That does not even make even a little bit of sense. But to say this as someone who ships Regina and Emma? Are you for real? Lets review.

Regina actually physically and emotionally abused Henry.

Regina poisoned Henry (To kill Emma. Cool motive. Still did it.)

Regina mind-wiped Henry so she could kidnap him to the Enchanted Forest and leave Emma to die (she had no rights to him)

Regina used vines to restrain Henry after his rejecting her Regina gaslit Henry and made him & everyone else think he's crazy.

Regina lied & manipulated Henry to get him to hate Emma and Snow

Regina used him to get Emma to leave the jail so she could talk to a prisoner

Regina sent Emma’s son to spy on the dark one so she could rewrite her own story & screw up everyone elses

Hell, Emma kidnapped him in Season 1 to get him away from Regina’s abusive ass!

So before you use “Hook kidnapped Henry” as an excuse as to why CaptainSwan will have an abusive marriage please check your own ship first because Regina actually has a history of abusing Henry to get what she wants. At least Hook was attempting to protect him. Regina was purposefully hurting him.

Furthermore... I know you all would have been 100x more critical if Killian did nothing or if he'd chanced telling Emma. You all would say he was still endangering Henry. So, honestly, save your fake outrage.

Poor Communication Skills

CLAIM: “Hook got drunk instead of telling Emma the truth about her grandfather"

Since Hook got a little drunk one time while trying to work up the courage to tell Emma about David’s father he now has poor communication skills? That’s right folks. One time. See logical people understand that if something happens one time it’s not an indication that it is an ongoing problem. But if you hate Killian Jones it is an excuse to say that if he did it once of course he does it all the time!

Also it’s not like failing to tell someone something isn’t the oldest writing trope of all time. That couldn’t be it, could it!??? Like this is such a pathetic reach. CaptainSwan talk all the time about everything. About his part in Rumple’s past. That time he sat down with her and helped her see what her parents were going through. The fact that he’s always the one to say “I love you” first. But sure you go ahead and ignore that.

What about Regina and Emma? Regina had to use the dagger on Emma to try and get her to tell her why Emma was holding onto the darkness. All Killian had to do was ask. Regina dragged Emma to a bar to get her to open up about Killian leaving and Emma opened up to a bar tender instead! Regina refused to talk to Emma about Robin. Regina refused to listen to Emma about Henry/Pan and just walked away instead of communicating! Regina went back to Cora instead of seeking help from Emma. So far I am seeing more instances of SwanQueen not communicating!

You wanna talk about RUMBELLE’S communication or lack thereof? When did you ever hear Rumple ask Belle what she wanted? Cause he basically was just like “I’m gonna move your life around where I want it without asking”.

So again, what ship has the worse communication problems? Regina and Emma’s friendship sucks but honestly I’d give this one to Rumple since he just takes charge of Belle’s life.

Alcoholism

Hook apparently STILL has a drinking problem. Did you guys know that? I didn’t. Literally news to me! OK I’ve heard the claim before but it’s just another reach and a miss. Claims of Hook having a drinking problem are from biased people who’ve obviously never seen alcoholism. Or someone who successfully got on the wagon and stayed on it.

First off, no drunk is the same. You have angry drunks, friendly drunks, happy drunks, sleepy drunks, hyper drunks. We never see Hook as an angry drunk. So to say that he’s an angry abusive drunk is 100% fanon. We actually see him as a pretty happy, charming, drunk who’s giving Emma an out on whether or not to accompany him to his ship. So obviously not an angry or controlling drunk.

Secondly, has anyone actually counted how many times we’ve seen him drink? Because it was not every episode. NM that having one drink a day doesn’t make you an alcoholic. Getting drunk every once in a while does not make you an alcoholic. If it did then I guess I’d better get myself to AA.

Thirdly, we only see him as a falling down drunk on a few occasions. We know he was a drunk while on a slaver ship. And if you're going to hold that against him then I know you're a biased hypocrite who only cares about your fanon version of Regina's childhood and refuses to think about the fact that Killian was sold as a child slave. Liam pulled him out of that life and he was a good sailor in the navy (until the king double crossed them). The next time we see him as a falling down drunk was the season 3 finale when Emma was plying him with alcohol to keep him distracted. He was inebriated when he proposed but he was neither stumbling nor slurring his words.

So my point is: We never see present day Killian Jones drunk when he is needed or shirking his duties because of it. Alcoholism destroys jobs, relationships and your ability to function in life on a weekly if not daily basis. When did Killian do any of that? Again. Having a couple of drinks does not make you an alcoholic.

Furthermore, Hook is over 300 years old. If he STILL had an alcohol problem he’d have succumbed to it by now. But he obviously overcame that addiction since leaving the slave ship. There is nothing in canon about present day Killian Jones to suggest he'd fall back into alcoholism since he has something to live for and isn't being abused on a slave ship.

Just admit you all look for ways to hate on the ship instead of being honest.

Being rude to Emma’s mother and Henry

CLAIM: "Hook was rude to Snow & made a remark about needing a shower. He also snapped at Henry."

So let me get this straight. One joke about taking a cold shower means Killian will be so rude to Snow in the future that it will affect his marriage to Emma? Where is the pattern? It happening one time (I never took this as being rude but hey you’re welcome to the opinion) doesn’t indicate a problem. None of us ever behave perfectly. But apparently Killian Jones has to or else y'all go into hysterics!

I think it’s rather unfair to take one instance, blow it out of proportion, and use it to say CaptainSwan is abusive or will have an abusive marriage. If you don’t think it’s funny, that’s fine. Just acknowledge your bias and move on.

And the thing about Hook snapping at Henry? Again. ONE TIME. And it was under stressful circumstances. It’s not like the frustration was coming out of nowhere. The lives of people he cared about were in danger. And if you know anything about Hook, he hates just sitting still. I mean watch how antsy he was waiting on Merlin to find a way to help Emma. His reaction was 100% wrong. But it was also human.

Do you all know how often Regina puts Snow down? Are you all aware of it? I know you guys like to call it “sass” but clutching your pearls over one joke makes y’all look like hypocrites. I can let one thing slide but you know something is wrong when there is a pattern and Regina has a consistent pattern. She does it all the time. And it’s not even just to Snow! She is rude to Emma’s friends as well and the man Emma is dating. I don’t care if you hate the person your BFF is dating. You don’t put them down. It’s not going to do anyone any good except to hurt the person you profess to care about. And that’s not being a very good friend is it? No.

So I ask you again. Who is more likely to consistently insult Emma’s loved ones in the future? Regina. She has the pattern and the history of doing so. Therefor, strike this off your reasons to hate on CaptainSwan because your queen is just as guilty!

P.S. Rumbellers - don't think you're off the hook here. Be for real. Rumple doesn't value anyone's life except his own (and therefor Belle's because he wants her).

Shifts Blame

CLAIM: “Hook shifts blame from himself to Emma and blames her for not being able to tell her about David’s father”

“I swear to you… I wanted to tell you. I tried. But then you found that ring, and I just couldn't bear to ruin that happiness. Because I was ashamed, Emma, and scared of losing you and everything that matters to me.”

I never took Killian’s line here as him shifting blame. He was not accusing her. His tone was not accusatory. He was explaining to her why he couldn’t bring himself to ruin her happiness. He also goes onto explain how ashamed he was. All of that played a part in him making the wrong decision.

If you want to see this as him shifting blame. Ok. That’s you're right. HOWEVER. Again. To say that this one moment of weakness defines their entire relationship is completely dishonest especially since he totally recognizes his fault and says so the moment he reunites with her. And this is literally the only instance you can find of Killian (possibly) shifting blame.

I also think it’s very disingenuous seeing that he could have continued to blame Emma for everything he did as Dark Hook since she went against his wishes. But he didn’t. He took responsibility for his weakness. So this thing over David’s father is not a normal every day behavior. Y’all act like he’s gonna yell at her about dirty dishes he left in the sink and it’s just absurd. Killian was sincere when he tells her "I could never be angry with you" and he's pretty much lived up to that since his redemption.

Furthermore, have you never been so embarrassed by something you did that you tried to get away from it? What Killian Jones did was a very human reaction to immense guilt.

And then you have Regina Mills. She is the queen of shifting blame and she’s done it more than once. Tried to blame Henry being in the mine on Emma when it was really her fault. The entire Marian arc was about blaming Emma for her own mess. Regina blamed Emma for the wraith chasing Robin Hood. Blames Emma for having to kill Wish Snowing. She NEVER apologizes for any of that. The author only records what happens (only one canon instance where the author abused his powers to manipulate a story and that was Snowing) yet Regina blames the book for the choices she made. Regina blamed Snow for making her the evil queen when Regina chose to do what she did of her own free will. She blames Rumple as well and while Rumple might have handed her the key she chose to take it and open up the door to dark magic. She sought Rumple out. She chose to go down that path. But everyone else gets blamed besides Regina. Cora gets blamed even though she was long gone when Regina sought Rumple out because she admitted to LIKING the dark magic. Hell, for a good portion of S6 they all acted like the evil queen was a separate entity!

Co-dependence

CLAIM: “Killian made Emma co-dependent as she was willing to let her parents die and her brother become an orphan“

WHEN WAS THIS? I don’t think it is S5 otherwise they’d mention Henry. If they are talking about S6 that was Regina… like when I say they project, they project! Emma tried to stop serumQueen. You know who could have easily stopped the serumQueen? Regina. By using her own heart. But she only did that to save Zelena. Regina also could have sacrificed herself to save the very people that are responsible for the 999 chances she's gotten and whose lives she destroyed.

So laying this on Emma is just an outrageous reach especially calling it co-dependent when just last season Emma set out to kill Dark Hook and then made the decision to leave Killian in the Underworld and return to Storybrooke.

You want to talk about co-dependence?

Regina was so damn dependent on Robin and getting her happy ending that she shut Henry out of his occasional home so she could mope. She was so damn dependent on Robin for happiness that she thought about destroying Emma’s happiness with Hook. Regina was so dependent on Robin that she abandoned Emma and their ride BACK TO HENRY to chase Wish Robin after she just got done reassuring Emma that Wish People weren’t real! Kindly STFU.

You want to talk about co-dependence?

Rumple refuses to let Belle go.

Badly treated: manipulation, lies, insults, etc

The only times Killian has ever treated Emma like “trash” is when he was a villain (and she gave it right back to him) and when he was literally cursed by darkness. And no, my little Regina apologists, his Dark One Hook persona is not who he REALLY is. Who he REALLY is, is the man we saw right before being consumed and after. The man who always put Emma first, encouraged her, supported her and believed in her. If you follow canon, it is quite clear that being consumed by darkness changes you and not only that the darkness was pushing for him to hate Emma so that they could separate them and use Killian to get what they wanted.

What really irks me is that if everything Killian said to Emma while a villain or consumed by darkness is reason that redeemed Killian would abuse Emma later in marriage then newsflash hypocrites Regina would do 10x worse. Because even after her supposed redemption Regina insulted Emma and ridiculed nearly ever plan or idea she came up with. Yet it is OK to ship Emma with Regina? So let’s review.

Regina treating Emma like garbage, lying, manipulating, insulting her etc etc BEFORE her redemption:

Regina: I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do.

Regina: …How grateful I am to have Henry. Because not having someone? Well, that’s the worst curse imaginable. (Praying on Emma’s vulnerability)

Blaming Emma for Henry being the mine when it's Regina's fault

Regina: Well, of course not. Because you’re incapable of feeling anything for anyone. There’s a reason you’re alone, isn’t there? (again praying on Emma's vulnerability & shifting blame for emma's life)

Fires Emma from her job. Says she doesn’t deserve the badge.

Regina: Well, I think you picked a really slow horse this time. It’s not like you to back a loser.

That time she published Emma’s jail record; Regina: Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t want people to know you cut his cord with a shiv?

Snaps at Emma for saving her in a fire

Regina Mills spent the first season trying to turn Henry against Emma

Would have let Emma die but only saved her and Snow in the end because of Henry (s2)

Regina: Because you know so much about parenting in the five minutes you’ve been with him. Talk to David. At least he took care of him while you were away. Like I did, during the ten years you were away the first time. (anti-birth parent rhetoric, victim blaming & diminishing the child abuse she put Henry through)

Regina: Miss Swan. I assume you’re here to apologize. - where the eff is her apology for everything?

Regina: He's not yours. He's mine. And after I cast this, you'll never see him again.

Regina called her an idiot

Dismissing Emma about fearing for Henry in NL (S3)

So surely if all of Killian’s words against Emma before his redemption & during being consumed by darkness is a sign he’d continue long into their marriage then Regina’s insults and ill treatment are a sign she’d do the same? Right?

Oh but wait, Regina’s ill treatment of Emma AFTER her redemption:

Dismissing Emma’s struggle as Dark Swan & acting like she knows more about what’s it like to be consumed by evil when she has never been consumed (5x23)

Acting like she’s the only one to ever lose love (S5, Robin stabbing)

Never once thinking of Emma when Hook died - all she could do is belittle Emma over trying to save him because it effected her yet she did the same thing with Robin & even Daniel! 

Wanted her HEA at the expense of others & endangered Henry to get it & also ignored the danger Emma was in to find it (s4 over rewriting the book)

Saying she was Henry’s best chance during the Shattered Sight curse (s4) and that wasn't true

Ignoring Emma’s concerns about Henry and falsely accusing Emma of being jealous (Pan-S3)

Making Emma feel bad about Henry’s tear all because she is jealous she doesn’t know Henry as well as Emma & ignoring how much she hurt Henry (S5 finale)

Regina called Emma a problem (5x01)

Regina stole Emma’s agency because she didn’t trust her to make the right choice whereas Killian insisted it had to be her choice without forcing her.

Regina believed the worse; that Emma would destroy light magic.

Regina blamed Emma right away for the demon. She never apologized (5x02).

THE ENTIRE MARIAN ARC. Regina had Emma doubting in herself when in fact everything that was happening was Regina’s fault.

Calls Emma an idiot again

Regina claims Emma ruined her life

Regina often doubted Emma’s abilities & thought she was more capable and Regina refused to follow her leadership (S3 over the map, S3 over Zelena, S3 over finding Neal who could read the star map, S6 in mirror mirror)

She often used anti-birth mother rhetoric (accusing Emma of being jealous in 3x10, being safer with her in shattered sight curse, S5 finale over Henry & Violet’s favorite song & the sEQ calling herself his real mother).

Swanfire really needs to shut up about this too. Emma and Neal weren’t enemies so their list isn’t as dramatic as SwanQueen and CaptainSwan but it doesn’t mean it isn't bad! And it is bad considering the fact that Neal abandoned her, laughed about her powers, yelled at her for not telling him about Henry AFTER he was the one to walk away from her, let her take the fall for his crimes and then only tried to get her back when it was convenient for HIM.

Rumbellers also have no room to criticize Killian’s past and use it as a way to disparage CaptainSwan because their ship is full of horrible things. Adultery. Liking Belle to an object to have (makes statements that he can have Belle and his power). Lied to her about the dagger then married her anyway. Thinks Belle is ignorant and wants to keep her that way. Literally shackled her with that bracelet to control her.

OutlawQueen can take a seat too. The fact that they committed adultery next to his dying wife's frozen body makes that ship absolutely disgusting. And yes, it counts because they believed her to be his wife. Intent matters. And the fact that Regina never told him the truth or how she wanted to make sure his son never had a mother so she could have Robin. AWFUL.

Hook jumped off a roof just to get Emma to talk to him

Come talk to me when he does this cause she’s on a date with someone else, just sitting around talking to her friends or family or you know otherwise busy and when they aren’t in the middle of a major crisis where everyone could die.

Hook is the Professor of Moodiness 101

Seriously. Wtf is this? They didn’t have enough bullet points I guess? Have they met Regina Mills? Cause Regina is constantly snapping at everyone. I know you all like to laugh and say “she’s just sassy” but that doesn’t make her comments or the tone she says them in any less rude. And no one laughs but you all. And yes, she does this a lot in frustrating moments but it’s all the time compared to Killian’s …what? Two?

Whether you all like it or not Killian Jones's attitude is dramatically different after the S3 winter finale onward. And he improves even more after the s4 winter finale. By the time we get to the last half of Season 5 we are looking at a much more mature Killian Jones being the man he was always meant to be.

But Regina? Regina never loses her attitude. She may have stopped killing. She may have joined team hero to get her happy ending. But she is still rude and extremely self-centered.

Trying to murder friends and loved ones

CLAIM: Family and friends are possessions but Emma’s loved ones are threatened by Killian?? Tried to maliciously kill Emma’s family and friends

I love how they threw “maliciously” in there like there is any other way to try to kill someone? Gotta make it sound more sinister, I guess? Ok Regina Apologist! Whatever floats your boat!

I think this refers to Killian being consumed by darkness which he only did because he was indeed consumed by darkness. So if this is why Killian will abuse Emma in the future then surely Regina’s lifelong goal of killing Emma and the Charmings is also cause to say that she too would abuse Emma in the future? Otherwise I missed all of the plotting he did before and after? He doesn’t have cause to try and kill Emma’s friends or family. He never did. So the only way this would occur is if he’s cursed again.

Regina has reasons to though! Out of jealousy and her want to have Henry to herself! So yes, my little Regina apologist. Regina is more likely to snap later on and decide she’s sick of watching everyone else be happy and create another curse. Just look at how much she wanted to steal Emma’s happiness when she lost Robin? That is after her “redemption” too.

And for you Rumbellers out there, Rumple tried in S4, 5, 6 and 7 to isolate Belle from everyone by killing them off or harming them in some way. And when he finally managed to get her alone, she rapidly aged and died. So really you all have no room to talk about any other ship.

Regina also tried to murder Robin's wife. So OutlawQueen can also scratch this one out. I mean the only reason they're together is because Regina murdered his wife.

CONCLUSION: Regina is more likely to abuse her future partner & Rumbelle is the poster ship for domestic abuse

So heads up OutlawQueen, SwanFire, SwanQueen, Rumbellers or pretty much any ship outside of Snowing... do not come at my ship for things that have nothing to do with the present day relationship when I have plenty of "present time" receipts to make your ship look 10x worse.

CaptainSwan fans ship Emma Swan with the Killian Jones who was the only one to ever put her first, let her make every decision moving forward in their relationship and was the only one to always believe in her.

[baurbiediv]

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[thecommunalfoolboy]

What your favorite Lupin The Third Character says about you

When people make these they always just say nice things and traits of the character and it’s dumb so here’s me being right

Anyway my reputation for misogyny is legendary

Ok this largely depends on if you like edgy Jigen or goofy ah Jigen but

You desperately need to stop getting into arguments online, both in general and on whether Jigen is deep and emo or a silly guy

Gay Gay homosexual gay 🫵

You took one look at him and Lupin and said “Damn these bitches gay!” In a half joking way but the show itself proved you right in 10 seconds

Lol emo

Ok but actually seek psychiatric care

You either write porn about him in your head or you’re extremely asexual

There’s something weird going on with your gender but that’s kinda true if you watch this show in general

You’re too broke to get that next piercing don’t do it

You’re either as devastated about them whitewashing our boy as I am or you should be

Hey remember they whitewashed Goemon too you should be equally as mad about that

You head canon he speaks Spanish

Go to bed

He’s a nice man

Seek help brother

You play with jpegs like dolls

Beneath your eyes is a deep dark hole of information on this show’s lore

You also hate him so much and you want to see him die painfully <3

You want that twink OBLITERATED

You should really raise the price on your art it is so much better than you think it is

Some of you have only seen the first and it shows

“Brother,,,,, help me,,,,,,”

“Long live the king……”

Lol you thought I’m not letting you off that easy you’re deeply traumatized You’ve never felt safe in your life and the most inner hurt part of you desperately needed an adult to help you at a time in your life when you should’ve been worried about learning your times tables not whether you’d survive another day and one of the reasons you’re drawn to characters like this and collect fictional fathers is because you see a glowing smile and an infallible hero who could’ve saved you when you needed it the most

Or you’re Japanese native but like

Autism 👿

Woah dude are you like… autistic???

Stop looking at his tits

A small but significant subsection of you people are just racist and cannot be normal about Japan

If someone asked your thoughts on him you’d just be like :)))) the silly

You have way too many screenshots of him looking weird in the background

You def hate part 5 and twcfm

Whenever tms forgets he exists for a while you still watch it but you look like a wet kitten

You’re def short

You need to stop coping and accept it he looked fully insane in part 3 the hair is so so bad

You’re probably transmasc

I just wanna say I’m so sorry

She’s an ugly bitch there I said it

STROP BEING HORNY

You’re probably a girl

And definitely bi

Y’all probably know the least about the show as a whole

Good for you!! You actually touch grass

Or again you’re in the racist subgroup

The titles for each character confuse you but you only realized this one’s Fujiko because either I just said it or you saw the “stop being horny” and knew

You probably have insanely hot takes on the show

They did your girl dirty im so sorry

You’d die on the hill of whichever of her hair colors you think is best but at least you’re dead

I’m scared of you

Hey you should watch the first if you haven’t already

Zemigamna 🥺

You cry every time someone says Yata was boring and didn’t need to be in the show

Miyazaki studio gibli ass 🫵

Please you still have time left you can get out before you become obsessed you’re not in too deep yet RUN RUN SAVE YOURSEL

Or this show is all you have left and it’s infinitely too late for you no in between

Again probably a girl

You’re definitely not normal about fujiko either

You hate that one movie where he’s a dick with a burning passion and you would write 20 page essays on it

If you’re obsessed with him you probably have a chronic illness (same bestie) or major physical disability

Anyway if I fully clocked you let me know I think it’s funny to see you guys suffer

[pbandjelly535]

Caitlin is being used by people who have never respected women's basketball, so how has she helped grow the game? All the money in the world isn't worth the disrespect that W players have had to deal with. All this toxicity has been attached to Caitlin and has only recently spoke up against it. It's a shame you have a profile picture of Paige who has spoken up for black women, yet you defend Caitlin like your life depends on it. You should be a Caitlin fan page instead of Paige.

Caitlin is a scapegoat. It took a white woman to grow the women’s game in a predominately black league. That’s the reality, and people are attributing the nations problems to her.

Also I’ve yet to see this “using of CC” y’all are describing and I’m on social media a lot. You know these people existed with the same beliefs before her right?

America is not as far along as we thought and people want someone to blame. She’s the reason other players are getting disrespected? Because it seems to me on the court and on X they are the ones disrespecting her. We have literal evidence of that (which is what I go off by the way).

Also: Paige was raised in a biracial family so it’s clear race is a very personal issue to her and is deeply rooted in who she is. Azzi said Paige is more black than she is.

Y’all keep on coming at me but the truth will always be what I promote on my page. Stay mad. No one else is mad but y’all trolls who are trying to act woke but really are just being hateful.

[walder-138]

Okay, Pookie. I forgot my precious ask, so I’ll send in new ones for the other OC ask game. 👁️👄👁️

5. what was your character's dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

6. what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

16. how does your OC feel about their parents? (No hope for Ozzy and Annika 😭)

23. what are your OC’s biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

26. least favorite food and color?

28. is your OC a dog or cat person?

Pookie I’m so sorry 😭

(5) Oz’s dream job was to play in the NFL, which he was extremely close to doing. He loved football, was very talented and got an athletic scholarship to a college known for its team. Two years in, ‘68, his little brother, Johnny, gets drafted. For Oz’s entire life, he was the one expected to go into the military as the oldest, so the guilt he had overwhelmed him into joining as well. That’s why he joined the Army.

Annika wanted to be a Veterinarian because of “her” childhood dog. (some crusty ass stray she found on the side of the street) He got sick and died, and she wanted to stop that from happening to other animals. (Boris is literally the reason why Annika has any semblance of empathy. Dawg was the best)

Now… oh shit. She’s a mass murderer who kills people for a living, dead opposite of what she wanted to be. Oh well, lives a bitch and then you die.

Abbey, as a kid, wanted to do anything that supported her caregivers’ ideology, which she truly didn’t know jackshit about. She thought that they could do nothing wrong and needed support; she would’ve died for them. Instead, Abbey also took the exact opposite route. She went into the FBI to take those people down. Another drastic change in the list.

(6) Oz hates who he was between leaving Vietnam and having Jenny. “A depressed, abusive, drug-addicted piece of human shit.” as he calls it. He hates it when he exhibits any behaviors that remind himself of that time. If Oz yells at Jenny, or feels the urge to relapse, he punishes himself by not taking care of himself.

Annika hates that she isn’t as ruthless as she used to be. She’d used to kill for money, for power, now Annika can barely kill for self defense. She wishes she could go back to being apathetic, but now that scab’s been peeled off, and everything’s bleeding out.

Abbey hates how obsessive she is. Not stalker-like obsessed; I’m talking obsessive-compulsive obsessed. There’s a constant presence in her head telling her how she should be, what she must do or else something terrible will happen. How deeply she thinks about how somebody else’s acting. Girl barely sleeps at night because of her rituals.

(16) Oz HATES his father. That monster abused him physically, emotionally, and psychologically for his entire life. Nobody believed him growing up that his father was abusive, not even his siblings, because Old Man Clancy was a ‘war hero’. War hero his ass. All Ozzy saw was a monster.

However, he was a Mama’s boy through and through. She was the only person that believed him, as she went through the abuse herself. They spoke to each other in German when Old Man Clancy was away and made dinner together for rest of the family. Best memories of his life with his mom.

Annika, it depends which AU. In the original one, with her as Bell? She couldn’t care less about her parents. They never had that ‘love and attention” thing that y’all seem to be obsessed with. Her parents were more coworkers than parents. Everything was transactional within the “family”.

However, in the AU where her dad becomes Bell, she’s only about 9. Girl looks up to him, wanting to do all the things he does, and loves him more than anything. Well, she was in one of the cars during the airport thing at the beginning of the story, so now she thinks he’s dead. She was screaming out for her dad while Mason was carrying her off.

Can’t do Abbey as she doesn’t know her parents 🙃

(23) Keeping this one short:

Oz’s greatest flaw: Chronically low self-esteem; dude hates himself so much he unknowingly takes it out on everyone around him.

Oz’s greatest strength: Resilience; dudebro’s gone through hell and back, and is already up for round 4. He ain’t giving up any time soon.

Annika’s greatest flaw: Pookie look at her. Her lack of empathy; she can’t understand other’s emotions too well.

Annika’s greatest strength: Her ruthlessness. She don’t give a SHIT. She will get the job done.

Abbey’s greatest flaw: She’s a perfectionist, about herself and the people around her.

Abbey’s greatest strength: Her genuine kindness.

(26) Oz is a macho man, he hates the color pink. Dawg has PTSD surrounding non perishables, he will not eat canned food cause he found a BUNCH OF COCKROACHES IN A CAN OF CORN DURING HIS DEPLOYMENT AHHHHHHH HOW THE FUCK DID THEY GET IN THERE????

Annika hates meat. She’s a vegetarian, the smell of meat makes her gag. She’ll throw up if she has to eat it. She doesn’t like the color orange, reminds her of Captain Asshole (Adler).

What food DOESN’T Abbey hate? Girl is very picky, but her least favorite is ONIONS BECAUSE THEY SUCK. ONIONS SUCK. I FUCKING HATE ONIONS. THEYRE DISGUSTING. HOW COULD YOU ENJOY THEM???? SHE WILL GAG. Oh and her least favorite color is blue 😊

(28) Oz is a cat person through and through. Dogs remind him of Vietnam.

Annika doesn’t give a shit. If it has 0-4 legs, 0-2 eyes, makes an adorable noise (or tries to), she will LOVE it. Get her a rat, she’ll love and cherish it.

Abbey’s a dog person. They’re so funny and are always happy, and always serve as a good distraction.

THANKS FOR THE OTHER ASK! ITS ALWAGS NICE HEARING FROM MY POOKIE BEAR ❤️

[anika-ann]

Bad Habit - S.R.

Type: one-shot, unspecified time, mostly canon compliant

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader      Word count: 3400

Summary: Steve Rogers is a man dedicated to his duty – to fight, to protect, to lead. Many look up to him for they believe he is the epitome of virtue personified. 

But he has one very bad habit he cannot seem to shake, as much as he hates it: he’s always late. 

For you though? He’d run fast enough to break the sound barrier, if it could only mean he’d be on time for once in his life.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw for that one explicit sentence, angst, canon-typical violence and injuries, mentions of death, language

A/N: It’s angst, y’all... gif by @clarkegriffins, divider by @firefly-graphics

Steve ran.

To put right foot swiftly in front of left.

Left. Then right.

Left, right, left, right-- until it felt like his feet weren’t even touching the ground, a staccato of soft steps despite his heavy combat boots.

Left, right, left, right, left, right – solely focused on the automatic task, willing his legs to work just a bit harder. Because running faster than ever was his only mission now.

Natasha and Clint were still yelling at him as he sprinted through the corridors, but much like before, their voices were but a white noise.

His lungs were burning, head swimming more and more by the minute due to the whatever experimental gas he had breathed in when he had burst into the sealed laboratory, reinforced doors giving into the power of his serum-fed muscles and his vibranium shield. His eyes burned too when he saw you already unconscious, hand stained in crimson merely laid on your hip instead of pressing into the wound. His heart almost stopped at the sight, but he didn’t even check if yours was still beating; a negative answer was simply not option.

Teeth gritted, he had gathered you in his arms and ran like his life – your life – depended on it, ignoring Natasha cursing in his ear and promising him she was going to kill him with her bare hands and if you survived, you’d enthusiastically hold him down as she did so.

Oh, Steve wished.  He wished.

He wished you’d live that long; but wishes did little to stop the growing stain of blood on your suit and the thin trail of blood gathering under your nose and he cursed all scientists of the world, most of all those who sold themselves to HYDRA and created the abomination you filling your lungs to the brim. His chest felt as if in a vice for his trouble, but he knew the sight of you was to blame rather than the substance he had got a whiff of.

The alarm was still blaring against his eardrums, and he wasn’t sure anymore if it was the outside noise or his own ears ringing, the taste of copper bitter on his mouth; but he had no time to contemplate, pushing his body further as he raced against time.

He had to save you; you above anyone, always. You, you, you- the world without you would be just wrong, impossible, as you were the Atlas carrying his whole world on your shoulders and should you cease to exist, his world would fall apart.

“Please, please, please, sweetheart-- hold on, you’re gonna be okay-“

It flashed in front on his eyes, your face defiant despite the shadow of fear in your eyes when he randomly picked you from the crowd of senior recruits under Natasha’s command to show the newbies the drill exercises; your smile when he silently admitted he was impressed by your skill before letting you return to your training; then when you smiled for him only, the way you threw your head back, sending the curtain of your hair flying, when you he made you laugh on your first date. Your lips, the sweetest taste, so soft when they skimmed over his cheek, so wicked when they pressed under his jaw, so red when he filled your mouth—red, red, red was dripping down your torso and your chin and he ran because nothing else mattered.

“God-damn you, Rogers,” Natasha cursed him when he finally reached the jet, legs giving way barely three steps after he laid your limp body on a stretcher, the ceiling of the Quinjet blurry. The tang of blood on his tongue was barely there anymore as his tongue begun to feel heavy in his mouth.

The last thing he saw before the medical staff rolled you away from his field of vision was your left hand, a new shiny engagement ring – one you forgot to take off for the mission for you were still getting used to wearing the accessory – mocking him and doubling the pit of desperation in his stomach.

It was blasphemy, but as his eyes slipped shut, he prayed to every God he had even known: not you. Everyone, anyone; your friends, his friends, himself, Lord, anyone but you. He cursed and begged and he prayed so he wouldn’t lose you.

And yet, it felt like he already had.

He always lost people; it felt like his calling, almost.

He was always, always too late.

The knock on his door had him close the file shut, head lifting slowly before he invited the newcomer in. His professional welcoming façade came up as a charm; he had a meeting in a few and it was more than plausible that some of the security board members wanted to speak to him prior.

His heart skipped a happy beat instead – and he ignored the painful sting that always came after – when it turned out to be your friendly face instead peeking in.

“Hey… am I interrupting?” you pried hesitantly, biting down on your lip with nerves – like you always did. “I was just-“

Steve’s smile widened as he shook his head, a little part of his heart breaking away as you entered his absurdly spacious office.

You appeared a little lost in the large space, almost as lost as he felt, yet you were a sight for sore eyes; still missing a bit of colour, arm in a sling, posture slightly hunched as the still healing wound on your side gave you grief. But you were there; alive. That was the only thing that mattered.

Or at least Steve was telling himself as much.

It was a miracle, they said. Stabbed, trapped in the lab for minutes with the poisonous gas leaking, arm broken in two places – the cherry on top; but your body, you, refused to give up anyway, walking, talking, smiling, only three weeks later.

Steve wasn’t surprised in the slightest. You were a fighter in heart, one with courage and determination of steel, protecting your soft altruistic soul from the cruel world.

He had been scared he’d be too late to bring you to the safety that day, passing you to the capable hands of SHIELD’s doctors; but once he did, he had no doubt that you would pull through.  

“How do you feel?” he questioned, beckoning to the chair opposite to him as you hesitated in the middle of the office, unsure what to do with yourself.

“I won’t keep you long,” you said softly, but took several steps closer to him at least.

Every step missing for you to walk and sit on his lap had him aching. He could only hope it didn’t show.

“I feel good. Courtesy of being saved by a knight in shining armour.”

It was a wonder that a smile could stuck to a face when every breath hurt, wasn’t it? “No shining armour. It’s just the obnoxious star in the middle.”

You shrugged, playfulness subduing.

“Point still stands… I know- I know you’d do that for anyone on the team-- hell, probably for anyone period, knowing you. That’s who you are,” you said softly, a wistful smile passing your lips. That’s the person I fell in love with, hung in the air unspoken, and fuck, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt- “But I still owe you.”

“You owe me nothing,” Steve whispered back automatically.

It was the truth; and wasn’t that the cruellest part.

You chuckled nervously.

“No, I know that--- I kinda do, I mean. I just… I’m here because I want to thank you,” you insisted, steeling yourself, chin up, the infamous determination shining through, but your next words were tender. “I hate it when you risk your life, I hate it, because you do it too often, but… but thank you for saving mine.”

For you, I’d do it every day, every hour, every damn minute, Steve wanted to scream, to make you understand. Then again, he thought that maybe deep down, you knew that still.

“There’s no need to thank me.”

“Maybe. But here I am,” you hummed, shrugging innocently.

Steve sighed, words stuck in his throat.

Yes. Here you were.

He allowed himself the indulgence of watching you for a moment, rewriting the horror-like memory of you, limp and bloodied in his arms, replacing the image with you standing strong and beautiful only mere steps from him.

Rationally, he knew which of the two alternatives was better without doubt, and yet, he couldn’t decide which hurt him more.

In the slightly awkward silence, you reciprocated his gaze and his small smile, hands fiddling – and that was where Steve’s dilemma stemmed from: you were toying with the ring on your left hand, each twist of that small piece of metal twisting the knife in Steve’s heart, digging just a little deeper, trying to pry the cracks wide and open, testing how much it could take until it would break apart completely.

You cleared your throat, shifting your weight. “So, how have you been, post mission? You were out of medical early… reports done, no other missions? Let your hair down?”

As if.

Steve scoffed, feeling the first ray of warm at your attempt at humour – and care. Fuck, he wished you cared as much as you used to.

“It was alright. The serum did its job,” he said matter-of-factly. “And paperwork’s done, but as for the last part…” he swallowed heavily, licking his lips as you tilted your head curiously to side, so damn endearing, the movement no different when you used to lean into his palm when he cupper your face. “You were— you were still in a hospital bed. Somehow, I didn’t feel like partying.”

Your face fell only a fraction; you both knew you were joking when you suggested him actually relaxing for once.

But it was evident you didn’t expect him to make this about you.

As if everything with him wasn’t; as if the last time he had let loose wasn’t when you had been still his.

“Well, mister, you really need to work on learning to let things go. You saved me from a nasty death and I was… fine, considering the circumstance. I am fine. I know you feel like you are the mum and dad of the team in one person, but you’re not responsible for everything that happens to the us.”

Steve closed his eyes, breathing in deeply; smelling the slightest hint of your perfume, the same perfume that used to sit on his on the shelf in his apartment once, his lungs burned as much as they had when he carried you through the HYDRA base.

He knew he shouldn’t think that, but screw the team you were talking about. Yes, he was responsible for them, yes, he did take it very seriously, because he would never leave a man behind should he be able to help it, but you. You, you, you.

You were all he cared for. A small pathetic man he was, wasn’t he?

“But I am. And you know it wasn’t just about the team,” he whispered, voice cracking against his will and when he opened his eyes again, it was to you gulping, your gaze lowering minutely.

He should have stopped there, seeing your reaction; but Steve Rogers was not a virtuous man. He was an asshole, he thought of himself; he said the rest of what was on his mind too.

”You know you’re the one person I couldn’t bear losing.”

Taking in a shaky breath, your eyes turned a little glassy – as if that year and a half, the whole 18 months of working on repairing your friendship after your break-up just disappeared, as if there was a hole in your heart still too, smaller than his, but still existing, even despite the ring tying you to another man.

“Steve-“

His name sounded so small on your lips and he felt like the cruellest man on Earth for doing this to you, immediately wanting to take his words back.

Yes, it was still there – but Steve had no right to do this to you. If he had his heart torn and bleeding, that was solely his problem; he had no right to be opening your own wound that had been so imperfectly stitched up when you moved on. He was the one clinging to the past – he always had; he was the one being too late – he always was. Not you.

You did owe him nothing, like he had said.

“Sorry, that was uncalled for-“ he stumbled over his words, having you smile through the single tear that rolled down your cheek, your unharmed arm curling around your torso protectively.

God, another stab to his heart and this one was solely on him; he hated seeing you hurt for any reason, but to hurt you on purpose? To make himself feel better, to spit the words sitting heavy in his mouth at this price? He was such a dick. Such a fool.

“I do know, Steve. I--- I hear you. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head gingerly, lips curling in a painful brave smile.

It wasn’t your fault. You had nothing to be sorry for. You had been ready to give him everything; but he wasn’t ready to take it if it meant giving you just as much in return.

“Don’t be,” he said firmly, swallowing the bile in his throat and borrowing some of your determination to face all the pain of the world. “Let’s forget about it, please. Let’s pretend I didn’t say that. Get better soon, yeah? We’ll grab a lunch or something, if you want.”

Please--- do want.

I’m begging you: don’t.

I cannot bear either.

I’m trapped in the labyrinth of your tender heart without a way out, the mythical Ariadne’s thread of your constant proximity only leading me deeper and deeper into the abyss, even if you’re the only way out, my only salvation.

“Yeah, sure,” you agreed quickly, the smile back to your face as if you truly tried your best to wipe out the last two minutes of the conversation from existence. “Thank you, again. For… you know, the whole saving my life thing. Have a good day, Steve.”

“You too.”

The door closed with finality, having Steve release a long breath as his chest still felt as if an elephant stomped on it, a crushing pain and suffocating weight.

God-dammit, Steve hated himself.

He hated himself for slipping, he hated himself for all the times he fucked up; he hated you and he hated Kerning the most.

But Lord knew that the man had done nothing wrong; the jerk probably couldn’t help falling in love with you. After all, you were just so easy to love, your magnetic personality, your heart-warming smile leaving nothing but broken hopes in its wake now that you promised yourself to another.

Steve might have been the one to risk his life and run into danger to save you, carrying you out in his arms until paramedics took over, but it was Kerning’s hands that held you as you fought for your life in the hospital. It was Kerning’s hands helping you up and holding you as you tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in, regained the strength for first steps after a week of being tied to a bed.

Steve might have yearned for your kisses he once had the honour to taste, but it was Kerning you kissed these days, on his cheek, on his mouth, maybe under his jaw and everywhere else.

Steve might have loved you, but he hadn’t been ready when you had and so it was just a ghost of you carrying the weight of his world after you walked away and took his heart with you.

Steve might have longed to be the one to make you his forever, but it was Kerning’s ring on your finger, announcing your engagement to the world.

It was Steve’s bottom drawer in his office desk hiding a still unanswered RSVP inviting him to your wedding; obscured from sight by a half-empty bottle of cheap gin spiced with Thor’s liquor, along with a ticket to the other side of the world for the very date of the wedding reception.

His ticket to get away from the one that got away, the one he wasn’t ready to give his everything, wasn’t ready to step down to be just another agent, because there were too many lives to save, too many missions to lead for he was given the serum, he had a responsibility and if you asked him now, now, he would throw it all away without a second thought, he would lay down his shield for one more kiss, one more loving smile, once more chance to have you in his arms beyond a brief friendly side-hug.

He had no right to want it anymore, let alone to have it.

What he did have was a plane ticket to get as far from your happy day as he could; and yet he knew that he could be a universe apart and the ‘yes’ you���d say to Agent Kerning would reach his ears and haunt his dreams in which he was the one standing by your side as you exchanged your vows.

Scoffing a humourless laugh, he ran a hand down his face and climbed to his feet. He had a meeting to attend and he was going to be late if he didn’t hurry.

Then again… he was always late, wasn’t he?

Did it matter when all he was going to be a few minutes late for was another dull and useless meeting concerning the world’s safety, where everything everyone ever did was talk, talk, talk, merely raising their voices rather than lifting a finger to protect the world they pretended to find so precious.

What did they know about precious? Steve had been too blind to see precious when you stood right in front of him, offering him the most precious gift of your heart. He thought himself a fool now, but compared to the idiots on the board, he was a prodigy.

No, he was in no rush to go.  

He opened the drawer reluctantly as if he was opening the pandora box itself, carefully avoiding the gin because whether he liked it or not, he couldn’t afford to smell like cheap liquor on a briefing. He pulled out the RSVP, golden letters with soft swirls, your and Kerning’s name and one cheap line stating the fact you were too in love to live apart anymore.

Steve closed his eyes as his free hand curled into a fist; as cheesy as the words sounded, he was all too familiar with such feeling. But there was no happy ending for him, no place for him in your future joy. And he needed to accept that; not just his brain but his traitorous heart too.

Gulping, he took a pen and circled a decisive no, adding a lame note.

No, he wouldn’t be coming, sorry. He hoped you’d have a lovely time. He couldn’t make it. We wished you both the best.

He had no right to write down the real reason he wouldn’t show up. That even if he’d arrive on time for the reception or the ceremony, he it would be too late. That he couldn’t bear seeing you promising yourself to someone who wasn’t him even if he loved you so much it might as well kill him.

He could bear carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was an infamous Atlas, he was used to that; but not his.

He hadn’t been lying when his tongue slipped, he meant what he had said.

You were the one person he couldn’t bear losing; not to death… not to another man. Not to anything, not to his own stupidity. He knew that now.

But as usual, time wasn’t on his side.

On his way to the meeting, he saw you talking to Natasha in the corridor. You smiled when you spied the familiar envelope; a small thank you, sweet and innocent, when he handed it to you, his face hurting from trying to reciprocate your smile.

He didn’t linger to see your face fall when you’d open it; it would crush him.

Yet deep inside, he was even more scared to see your relief when you’d find out you wouldn’t have to deal with him on the happiest day of your life.

“Captain. You’re late,” Fury stated, annoyance visible, and Steve didn’t have it in him to smile politely for the man when he replied, tone dry and sombre.

“Sorry. It’s a bad habit I cannot seem to shake.”

S.R. masterlist  // Complete masterlist 

…sorry 😇 *runs and hides forever*

I don’t know why I keep torturing the poor man when I adore him so much. But he’s fictional, he’ll get over it. Will I though? Probably not.

Thank you for reading 💕 I’ll tag my taggies in the morning.

[djarins-cyare]

Get to Know Me (tag game)

Thanks @burntheedges and @sydneyinacoma for the tags! 💖

I guess I don’t post much about myself on here, so behold the mystery of Jyar’ika revealed under the cut (because I waffle and didn't wanna take up y’all’s dashes)…

Ahh space to include GIFs (*is happy*)...

1. Were you named after anyone? Hmm, that’s a sneaky way to get a name reveal outta me. Alright, I don’t mind… apparently one of the hosts on Blue Peter (the longest-running children’s TV show in the world - you’re not getting an age reveal outta me too!) had a baby just before I was born. Why my parents were watching a children’s TV show I have no idea, but this host evidently wrote/sang some kinda song on air about calling her baby daughter Jemma with a J not Gemma with a G. So I was named after a terribly trite and obscure TV reference that nobody will ever remember. You may call me Jem if you wish, my friends all do, and if you’re bothering to read this then you’re in that category.

(If you're wondering about the GIF, the show was always broadcast live and they had several pets. The outtakes are numerous.)

2. When was the last time you cried? I think I’m weird… I don’t tend to cry? Or only if I’m really really upset. Maybe I’m Cameron Diaz in The Holiday? So yeah, I can’t actually remember 🤔.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, although it’s a fairly recent decision to not have them. I spent much of my life assuming I wanted kids until I realised I had been conditioned by society to think I did. Since I started considering what I genuinely want and need in my life, I’ve never been happier! I'd make an exception to adopt a certain little green guy, though.

4. What sports do you play/have played? Ugh, I hate questions like this. Nope, I’m a lazy asshole and now you all know it 🫣. I mean, I activity-hopped throughout my school years (gymnastics, karate, soccer), but these days I live in front of a computer. My exercise is lugging 24 bottles of water up 4 flights of stairs twice a week.

5. Do you use sarcasm? I’m British. Sarcasm is my mother tongue.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I’m the least observant person ever! So voices a lot of the time, I think. Pretty sure that’s why something clicked inside me as soon as Din Djarin spoke his first on-screen words.

7. What’s your eye color? Depends on the light, but somewhere between dark blue and grey.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I’m an absolute wuss when it comes to scary movies, so I don’t put myself through that. Also, the literature student in me desperately wants to point out that these things are not mutually exclusive, as you can have scary movies with happy endings, so a more appropriate ‘either/or’ scenario would be tragedies or happy endings. But either way, I will say no to the former and yes to the latter. I dislike making myself feel scared or sad – I consume fiction (in all formats) to feel good, so I’ll always look for the positive. I’m currently experimenting to see if I can write a massively angsty fic, and it was supposed to be done by the New Year, but I’m struggling. I will also have to include one of those open-ended ‘maybe it could work out after all’ epilogues. I just can’t leave my characters in pain.

9. Any talents? Not sure what constitutes a talent… I can sing, play guitar, write a longass Din Djarin fanfic that people seem quite keen on, uh… cook, I guess (though I rarely bother), understand quite a few languages (less proficient at speaking them). I’m sort of a jack of all trades, master of none. I would say I have a talent for procrastination – I can complete a whole workday and get barely anything of substance done!

10. Where were you born? In a village outside a town in Surrey, England. It's only about 30 miles from London. Lots of trees. Very dull. I left as soon as I could.

11. What are your hobbies? Writing is my main obsession, specifically Din Djarin-related, of course. Also reading (same genre). Throughout my entire life I’ve enjoyed stories in all formats – reading, writing, watching, listening, proofreading the fuck out of them – so if it’s a good yarn, I’ll have a good time.

12. Do you have any pets? Not currently, my landlord won’t allow it. I used to own 3 rats who were the most adorable boys and so smart – they knew their names, responded to commands, liked to snuggle. When I can finally buy my own place I’ll probably get a dog, as I like pets that listen to you, even if only sporadically. I had a very non-communicative chameleon once. He was called Minion. He was not a good minion.

13. How tall are you? 5’4. Not tiny, but sometimes I have to go up on my tippytoes to reach stuff.

14. Favorite subject in school? English literature (see hobbies question above). When I got to university and enrolled on an English lit/lang degree, I tried to take as many literature courses and avoid the language ones. It wasn’t until years after graduating when I started proofing/editing and writing more seriously that I developed a respect for all the mandatory language courses I had to do. I also liked media studies and film studies; you can guess why. Psychology was interesting too, it’s good to understand human nature if you want to write realistic characters.

15. Dream job? I wish I could write novels for a living. It’s a goal as well as a dream. I know a couple of authors who’ve self-published via Kindle Direct Publishing (I proofread/edited for one of them), and they were successful enough to turn that into their careers. They keep encouraging me to try, although I’m currently in my ‘obsessed with Din Djarin so just writing fanfic to develop my authorial voice’ era. When my obsession wanes, as obsessions inevitably do, I’ll hopefully feel ready to write something original and take my shot. But I’m not pressuring myself, and right now I’m happy attempting to entertain the Mandalorian fan community. I feel safe here 💖

Now I know I’m supposed to tag people since that’s the point of a tag game… but I’m that autistic kid in the corner who is too shy and worried about tagging people who might not reply. So I’m foregoing tags today. But, if you’ve bothered to read this and you haven't already played: TAG YOU’RE IT! That’s me tagging you, please take it seriously and thank me for your tag in your own post (I will be genuinely thrilled if anybody does this, and I’m sending advance love to anyone who does – you don’t know how much it means to someone autistic to have the decision-making element dealt with for them). So go on, now it’s your turn!

[desicroft02]

They’re Gone- JJ Maybank x Fem Reader

Y’all, I deadass thought I posted this 8 months ago when I wrote it. Also idk wtf is up with the spacing. Based off S1 E10 and S2 E1 when they believe that John B and Sarah are dead still.

The past few days have been hard. JJ's been getting panic attacks, Pope's been immersed in his books, and Kiara is always high. You on the other hand, you were getting either high or drunk constantly to forget about the pain, to the point where you couldn't feel your body. You got really drunk one day and let JJ do a stick and poke that said p4l, and you ended up laying on his chest falling asleep. You missed John B, you missed Sarah. You wanted nothing more than to sit and laugh with them around a fire. You missed John B's jokes, his snarky comments towards you, you missed his laugh. And Sarah, god. You missed her hugs, talking shit with her, saving mice from the birds with her. Hell, you hated how clingy they were with each other but at the same time it was the cutest thing you've ever seen and you missed watching their love story.

Flashback JJ was screaming at the top of his lungs, attempting to beat the shit out of the police. Kiara and Pope were just sobbing into their families arms. You were hugging your parents, until you looked over to JJ, who was wishing he had someone there, anyone to hug him. John B and Sarah were dead. Your mother looked over and saw the poor boy, gesturing him to come and join your families embrace. You held him as tight as you possibly could, crying into him, hoping it would get better. He gripped onto you like his life depended on it, and you told him you'd be there for him no matter where you were or what time it was. Flashback over

You, JJ, Pope and Kiara were standing around a tree in John B's yard, gazing at the freshly burnt writing in the tree. 2003-2020 John B Routledge P4L. You all took drinks and cheered to John B and Sarah. Kiara put a memoir box down in the ground, and Pope and JJ began putting dirt over it. Once they were done, you placed a white flower on top, tears threatening to spill out of your sunken-in eyes. You pulled everyone into a group hug, making sure to hold on to JJ the tightest. He was holding onto his chest, which just he recently started doing. Once you all pulled away you leaned onto JJ's side, placing your hand over his chest and squeezing his hand that was covering it. "Well, I gotta go to work." He said hugging you. "Okay J." You whispered wrapping your arms around his neck.

You watched him speed off on his dirt bike, and you couldn't help but wish he stayed here with you. You knew it was wrong to like him more than you already did, especially with everything going on, but he made you feel so safe and loved more recently. When you found out the news in the tent that night, he came home with you and let you cry in his arms all night, occasionally asking to be held and comforted. The two of you fell asleep in each other's arms, and when you woke up in the morning you felt the smallest bit of happiness peeking through, regardless of the night before. Your best friend, JJ Maybank, falling asleep entangled in your arms. "Y/N you there?" Pope said while snapping his fingers in front of your face. "Yeah sorry. I was just thinking." "Yeah thinking of JJ." Joked Kiara.

"I was not, I was thinking of.. smoking weed. Y'all want some?" You asked pulling a joint out of your pocket. The three of you sat around the tree smoking the joint, reminiscing the times you had with John B and Sarah. About 2 and a half hours later, JJ came back throwing his bike to the ground as he got off of it. "JJ what's wrong?" You asked, but he ignored you and walked into the Chateau slamming the door. "I'm gonna- yeah." you said pointing towards the house and getting up. Once you got on the porch you heard things being thrown around and you immediately went towards the sound. JJ was throwing all sorts of shit around the house and kicking anything that was near him. "JJ stop." You half yelled. He looked at you and saw the worried look in your eyes and came over to you beginning to cry.

"It's the fucking Kooks. Everyone was talking about how John B deserved it and he's going to hell, and I just snapped. I got into it with Kelce and got fired Y/N, I fucked up again." "Shh it's okay. The Kooks deserved that anyways. You're not fucking anything up JJ. Maybe you can find a job at a mechanic shop? You'd like that a lot." You said giving him a small smile. "I just miss them so much Y/N, I miss John B, he's like a brother to me." "I know he is J, and this will hopefully get easier, but I'm here through all of this okay? Anything you need at any time, I'm here." You said while rubbing his back. He stayed quiet and you sat down on the floor, pulling him onto you so his head was on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, making sure to massage his temples.

"Do you wanna go smoke and go to bed? We have school tomorrow." You sat waiting for an answer until he finally got up and lifted you off the ground, hugging you. "Thank you for being here Y/N, I love you so much. I'm glad you're one of my best friends. Let's go smoke." He said pulling his lighter out. You laughed at the expression on his face as he twirled the lighter in his hands. You walked outside and Pope and Kiara were laying down in the hammock together. You looked at each other in disgust, wishing you didn't have to third wheel them. Although you thought JJ would be cute with you, but whatever. You put the joint up to your lips, watching him intensely as he lit the end of it.

You must've stared for a little too long because you started coughing so hard you couldn't breathe for a minute. "You get distracted or something Y/L/N?" JJ joked. "Yeah, uh just a little. Um can we go inside it's a little cold out." He went into his bag and grabbed his flannel from earlier, putting it around you. "Let's finish this joint and then go inside, yeah?" He said smiling at you, taking the joint out of his mouth. You took it from his hands and passed it back and forth for a few minutes before it finally burnt out. You were feeling light headed when you grabbed JJ's hand, motioning him to go inside with you. "Let's go J, it's still cold and we still have school tomorrow." JJ followed closely behind you onto the couch.

"So what do you wanna do JJ? We could play a game or something or we could go on a walk somewhere." You slurred. "Well I think, we should stay here and watch a movie, it's still only like 7:30pm. What about CHUD?" He replied. "Works for me." You shrugged. He put the movie on and about 40 minutes later you could feel the weed really kicking in. It didn't help that you were still high from smoking with Pope and Kiara when you smoked again. Your legs started to feel tingly, and your hands were twitching. You looked over to JJ and started laughing. He knew you got like this, so he just ignored it, but you weren't having it. "Pay attention to me JJ, I'm trying to sing you a song."

You began repeatedly singing the words "Puff! The magic dragon." Until he looked over and stuck his hand over your mouth. "I thought we were watching a movie Y/N? Why the hell are you singing about puff the magic dragon?" He said laughing. His eyes were dilated, and the smile wouldn't wipe off his face. "Because. Because. Dragon." You said while laughing between breaths. "So is it like, a wizard dragon that smokes weed?" He wheezed. "I don't even know." You said, barely being able to talk from laughing. After your fits of laughter, JJ asked "Should we just finish the movie tomorrow?" "Yeah but what are we gonna do, it's not even 8:30 yet, and you know we're going to be up for another 3 hours."

"Well we could just sit here and talk maybe? Kiara and Pope would've come in by now." He said, putting his arm behind you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, relaxing onto him, feeling your body go numb. You guys talked for a bit, before you fell asleep. You were woken up by JJ shaking you. "Y/N you'd kill me in the morning if you found out I let you sleep in jeans, go change into something else so you can sleep." "I only have this and clothes for tomorrow though." You whined and checked the time. 10:17pm. You went to see if Kiara and Pope were up, and they were still on the hammock. "Guys come inside, it's late!" you yelled. They came inside as walked back with a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, handing them to you. "Here, you can wear these." He said. "Thanks JJ. Goodnight guys." You said while walking over to the bathroom.

You took your clothes off, and threw his shirt over your head, pulling the boxers up your legs, staring at yourself in the mirror. You wondered what John B would say if he saw you in JJ's clothes, he knew you liked him. You started thinking of how you and John B would be wrestling right now or seeing who could shotgun a beer faster, and you began sobbing. JJ ran into the bathroom wrapping his arms around you. "Hey, hey what's wrong Y/N?" He asked you worriedly. "I miss John B and Sarah." You cried. "I know Y/N, I know." He said picking you up off the floor. "Let's go to my room, come on." He said while picking your clothes up off the floor. He set you down on the bed and put your clothes down, laying down next to you.

"Come here." He said while opening his arms for you to lay in. You whimpered and crawled up to him, laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him tightly. "They were family and now they're gone." You choked. "I know they were, but there's nothing we can do to get them back Y/N. I miss them too." He said kissing the top of your head. "We'll get through this together, I promise. Let's try to sleep okay? I just have to change." He got up and you rolled over so you wouldn't be watching him change. He got back to the bed and pulled the blankets over the two of you, pulling you into spoon him. "Is this okay?" He asked you before wrapping his other arm around your frail body. Yes J." You said sniffling while pulling his arm tighter against you. "Goodnight." He whispered. "Goodnight JJ." You said quietly, relaxing into the feeling of his body being so close to yours.

You were woken up by Pope shaking the both of you. "Come on, we have school." He said. JJ didn't move, and you just laid there, still feeling the effects from the night before. "Yeah yeah. In a few minutes." You said while shushing him out. You rolled back over facing JJ who was snoring. "JJ, Pope said we gotta get up." You said while shaking him. "Bro no, I got polio." He said. "JJ wake up." You said smacking him with a pillow. He sat upright and looked at you. "Goodmorning Y/N." He said groggily. "GUYS HURRY UP!" Pope yelled. You took your clothes and went to the bathroom, rinsing your face off and changing.

You grabbed your bag and got in the Twinkie, brushing your hair on the way to school. JJ was knocked out against the seat, while half laying on the floor. You spaced out thinking of last nights events, how you fell asleep in his arms again, and him kissing the top of your head. "Y/N, JJ, we're here." Kiara said interrupting your thoughts. JJ's head fell from the back of the seat and he woke up, looking over to you and smiling. You all got out of the van and people were immediately burning their eyes into you and talking under your breaths. "Come on guys." Pope said. JJ intertwined his hand with yours, squeezing onto it for assurance. "It'll be okay." He said. You smiled lightly at him, following him to class and sitting next to him. 30 minutes into class, you got an attachment from an unknown number.

You looked over to Kiara, who was holding her ohone towards you. You nodded and looked over to Pope and JJ, who nodded as well. You got up with Kiara "Uh bathroom", following behind was JJ, and then Pope. You guys ran out of school and onto some picnic tables.

Unknown- *selfie of John B and Sarah*

K- WTF is this you???

Unknown- Is JJ there?

JJ- I'm here Bree

Unknown- Did you pimp my short board?

You all looked at eachother and started smiling and tearing up. JJ did his handshake with Pope and you hugged Kiara. You looked at JJ, feeling all the built up anger and sadness come out, and you jumped into his arms. "They're alive J." You cried into his neck. "I know Y/N, I'm so happy." He smiled and stopped for a moment looking at your eyes, and leaned his head closer to you, attaching his lips to yours. His kisses were desperate, and he was holding onto you tightly. You relaxed into his lips, pulling away for a breath. You stared at him wide-eyed, wondering what the hell just happened. He set you down and said "Uh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I was just excited." But before he could keep rambling on, you pressed your lips against his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"It's okay JJ." You said smiling. He pulled you into a hug and you both turned around to see Pope and Kiara staring at you in shock. Kiara was the first to talk "Told you." She said to Pope who scowled and handed her ten bucks. "You guys betted on us!" JJ yelled. "It was her idea." Pope said pointing to Kiara. She held her hands in the air, and you all laughed. "Let's go clear John B's name!" You cheered, all of you running to the Twinkie. Once the day was over, you and JJ were back in his room, this time he was laying on your chest and playing with your hair. "They're actually alive." He repeated while staring into your obviously brighter eyes. "I told you we could get through it J. You can't kill a Pogue." "Can't kill the Pogues love for each other either." He said winking at you. You rolled your eyes playfully "Oh my god JJ, stop it." You said before kissing him.

When they meet again in Charleston, I would say that I'd imagine JJ and Y/N to go on the break that night instead of Pope and Kiara. Also that puff the magic dragon part, was literally me the other night while I was tweaking on my couch lmaoo.

[rachelsfav-queer]

Ughhhh we need more needy Wednesday 🥺

NEEDY WEDNESDAY ON THE WAY DEAR!!! NEEDY WEDNESDAY IS ON THE WAY!!!!

“Mommy pleeeeeaaassseeeeeee!!”

*Sighs* “No Wednesday. I have to finish this project. It’s really important, the company’s stocks depend on it. Why don’t you go ask Daddy?”

*Stomps her feet* “You know why Mommy! Daddy will never say yes, you will!”

*Arching her brow* “Oh I will? Is that so? Tell me, slut. How exactly do you know that, hmm?”

*Ducks head in embarrassment* “Ummm, I just meant…”

“Well? You really think you can just get me to say yes to whatever you want?”

*Nods shyly*

“Well then, I guess I have to show you what happens to little brats who think they can just get whatever they want! Clothes off. On your knees.”

Wednesday obeys immediately, taking only a second to land on her knees in front of Enid. The werewolf laughs at the seer’s eagerness. But instead of actually doing anything to her, Enid simply turns around and sits back at her desk, returning to her work and ignoring Wednesday entirely.

“Mommy??”

No response.

“Mommyyy!!!”

Still nothing.

“MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”

Getting no results, Wednesday tries to stand up, only to be frozen in place by Mommy looking at her unimpressed. Wednesday sinks back onto her knees and looks down at the ground. She doesn’t see Enid text Yoko, telling her to come over and “handle” Wednesday.

Yoko enters the room quietly and sneaks up behind Wednesday. Suddenly, she shoves the seer’s face down onto the carpet and lands on top of her.

“Well hello there… brat.”

Yoko doesn’t give Wednesday a single second to catch up before she delivers a rough spank on her ass. Then, Yoko takes two fingers and shoves them in her pussy, and starts finger fucking her roughly, not showing a bit of mercy.

“So, you’re feeling needy, huh? Well here you go, slut. Take Daddy’s fingers like the good little slut Mommy and I know you can be! There’s no need to be such a brat, sweet girl. Though you certainly don’t have to stop, you know how much Daddy loves putting you back in your place.”

Wednesday cries out at the rough treatment, tears rolling down her face as she moans relentlessly. She just barely notices Enid facing them instead now, sitting with one foot up on her chair and her pants off. She’s fingering herself, not bothering on trying to keep up with Yoko’s pace. The humiliation of the situation burns Wednesday’s skin and deep inside her belly. But at the same time, she’s never felt this turned on in her life.

It doesn’t take long for Wednesday to reach her peak and just as she knew would happen, Yoko doesn’t slow down a bit. If anything, she speeds up, now slamming her fingers inside her pussy.

Every now and then, Yoko whispers in Wednesday’s ear “Color?” to which Wednesday responds every time with “Green!” and Yoko continues.

Yoko doesn’t even consider stopping until Wednesday collapses fully to the floor and her eyes begin to shut. Yoko carefully picks the raven up bridal style and looks at Enid, who’s had a few orgasms of her own, and makes sure she’s okay before carrying Wednesday to the bathroom to give her a bath and then put her to bed, cuddling with her for a bit until she falls asleep. Then, Yoko returns to Enid and does a more thorough check with her, eventually pulling her away from her work to have a shower together and after that taking her to bed as well. Yoko lays between Wednesday and Enid, coaxing the werewolf to sleep before finally closing her own eyes.

End <3

(Ugh, this is so messy, I hate it. Sorry y’all)

[nestaismommy]

Nestas experienced far less than everyone else has and has barely ever done anything, trust me when I say Feyre and other characters have a way more complex storyline 😂 Just because they aren’t mean and lash out at others doesn’t mean they aren’t “VERY” complex

ACOTAR series spoilers.

Y’all say this but I promise you, if you experienced even half of the things Nesta went through, you wouldn’t even be able to handle it. She has experienced trauma ever since she was a CHILD. She was abused & controlled by her mother and grandmother. Then she had to experience her mom’s death. Oh and she was neglected her whole life by her parents. Then poverty. Then her father’s death right in front of her. Oh and she was sexually assaulted. Then dumped into the cauldron (imagine how fucking scary it is to get taken from your home & dumped inside this ancient thing where it’s dark and freezing) and being turned into something she hated which, lead to her hating herself even more. Then, locked up and getting her choices taken away from her AGAIN. Not because she didn’t go through 19282992938 years of trauma, doesn’t mean her trauma is less worse than others. Trauma is still trauma. All of THAT is horrible. And if you have never experienced what she went through, then you have NO right to talk about how bad trauma is. Because trust me, it’s horrible. It’s like you’re comparing someone who went through SA to someone who was abused as a child. They are BOTH horrible. And by the way, everyone has different trauma responses. You can’t control how your trauma makes you feel, especially if you’ve experienced it as a child. Especially when you’ve always been treated with so much cruelty, you tend to become cruel too because that’s the only thing you know. And let’s not forget that POVERTY can change you a lot. And I never said Nesta was more complex than the others because she’s rude. Let’s not make shit up.

Nesta has done A LOT. She has done MORE than enough. She was the only person who went looking for Feyre when Tamlin took her. She then proceeded to tell Feyre to stay with Tamlin and to never come back. She HELPED the inner circle even though all they did was judge her when she did NOTHING to them (except for Feyre. She’s the only one who deserves an apology). In the high lords meeting, she opened up about what happened to her to help them. This woman shielded Cassian’s body, and was ready to die WITH him. She helped kill the king of Hybren (thanks Elain), she went on the suicidal missions the inner circle couldn’t go to etc. and let’s not forget how her WHOLE life she did everything she could to protect Elain. That woman stood in front Elain when the three huge Illyrian showed up KNOWING she doesn’t have a chance against them. And she then, gave up her powers to save Feyre. And Yk what? Feysand should’ve stayed dead. Literally the thing that I hated the most about ACOSF is what Nesta did for them. But either way, she is BRAVE. And even when she’s afraid, she doesn’t show it.

I always say that the people who hate Nesta are valid because she was in fact, shitty. Feyre didn’t deserve to be treated that way. But let’s not act like the others didn’t do worse. Y’all will do anything to defend abusers & assaulters like your life depends on it but when someone is mean, you invalidate their trauma and act like they insulted your mom. It’s ok to hate them but why invalidate their trauma? And it’s so funny how people say the others went through “worse” when actually, Nesta’s trauma & problems are pretty similar to the other characters. Especially Rhysand. Nesta was SA’d, she was willing to use her body when she was like 14, and Rhysand did the same UTM. Rhysand’s sister & mom died, Nesta’s father & mom died. She also watched her sister get thrown into the cauldron. Rhysand watched his mate die & was ready to die with her, and Nesta almost watched Cassian die & she was gonna die with him. Nesta hides behind a mask, Rhysand hides behind a mask. Rhysand hates himself, Nesta hates herself. Cassian’s mom was murdered, Nesta’s father was murdered in front of her. So her problems are actually pretty similar to theirs.

Also let’s not forget that we got multiple books about Feyre but we only got ONE book about Nesta. I don’t think her story ended yet. And I’m hoping it didn’t, because her book was shit.

Overall, this is my opinion. If you disagree then too bad.

[thelanders23]

Hey y’all! I’ve been getting questions about my blog for a bit now. Some of them are extremely nice and genuinely curious to know my thought process behind my blog. Why I started it or my inspiration for it. As I hate to admit, there really wasn’t a ton of thought process behind it y’all. I just wanted to share my experience playing The Sims how I always had.

I’ve been playing The Sims now for about 12-13 years. I’m big on family let’s plays and legacies. I’ve always played as realistically as possible. As y’all probably know, that requires mods. I have a lot of gameplay mods to make The Sims as realistic as possible. That also means that I play with a ton of CC and the only thing I’m ever strictly Maxis Match on is hair.

I initially just wanted to take some pictures for my game. I wanted my Sims to have actual family photos on the wall. Ya know, make their homes more homey. When I started taking the photos it reminded me of a creator who used to do this same kind of content for her tumblr. I was hooked on every update she’d post about her little Sims family. For the life of me, I can’t remember that creator’s name. God knows it’s been forever and 3 Tumblr accounts later ;) But in remembering that, I found something I love to share. I’ve always been quiet in The Sims community. I’m not good at making CC, believe me I’ve tried. But for some reason, I’m good at capturing in-game images of sims ‘realistic’ lives. So that’s what I started doing.

Although I play at a slow (for The Sims) but sped up pace, you’ll often see me posting year-round content. Christmas posts could be posted in June or summer posts in winter, if you’re catching my drift. It just depends what my Sims are doing at the time. I post pretty frequently, most of the time I’ll post multiple updates in one day and then take a few days as a break. So you won’t ever have to wait too long for content. I will take breaks every now and then when playing but that’s so I don’t ever get bored with my save file. Those breaks will be announced.

The Lander’s were an obvious choice in who I’d pick for the family that the blog is set around. They’re my favorite. I played with Lyle and Haidyn for about 4 months before starting this account. So it’s officially been over a year of playing on this save file. Something about them made me find the reason I fell in love with The Sims in the first place. Yeah they’re your typical little family, but I think that’s why I love them. I grew up with families just like the Lander’s. I think in a weird way, they comfort my soul.

For those asking for more details of who I am behind the screen, I find sharing small information is really all you need. I’m 22F and I’m from TX, USA. But I bet y’all already read that in the bio :)

I’m married and yes, just like Haidyn, I’m in the nursing career. My husband isn’t quite the nerd I am but he’s pretty interested in how I do all of this. Yes, he knows about my Tumblr, and no, he doesn’t think it’s weird. Truth is, I’m pretty boring. There’s nothing really fancy here folks.

I do appreciate all the questions, likes, reblogs and genuine conversations I’ve had while being active in this community and space. My hope is to continue to do this until I really don’t have the time to. Which I don’t see happening in the foreseeable future since I’m PRN at work and have lots of free time on my hands :) As long as y’all keep loving my content, I’ll keep sharing it the same way. I know this type of content is not for everyone in this community but I’m thankful to those who do like it. I think that’s what makes this community so special and unique. Everyone who plays The Sims plays it differently and I love that 🩵

[sharpth1ng]

Some of my Hcs about Hank & Debbie Loomis since y’all are curious.

Hank comes from a fairly wealthy family and was in his rebellious phase when he met Debbie, who was a bit younger than him.

They definitely had a good time together, but then Debbie accidentally got pregnant and the relationship sort of escalated faster than it would have otherwise, with Hanks parents giving him an ultimatum and saying they would either cut him off or he would have to straighten out and marry Debbie. So he does, gets married, becomes a corporate lawyer and kind of hates his life.

He’s become someone he wouldn’t have liked in his 20s and he resents himself for that, but like father like son he has a tendency to project. So he decides it’s Debbie and Billy’s fault. His isn’t physically abusive because he thinks he’s more civilized (yeah he’s an asshole) than that, but he’s extremely critical and passive aggressive, and otherwise he’s just not there.

He mostly lets Debbie raise Billy on her own- she was maybe 19 or 20 when she got pregnant so she didn’t have an established career and became a stay at home mom (nothing wrong with being a stay at home but I don’t know if she would have made that choice otherwise). At best Hank isn’t really interested in Billy, at worse he actively resents him for taking his life down the path he’s on.

Hank is also extremely concerned with appearances, both because he’s a lawyer and because he’s an asshole. He likes to find reasons to criticize Debbie and Billy for stepping out of line or making him look bad, something that’s definitely been directed at Billy’s queerness and autistic traits, although not in a direct way.

He’s not calling Billy slurs, he’s just saying things like “Spending an awful lot of time around that Macher boy aren’t you? At your age I was more focused on my girlfriend”. He also craps on him for his interest in horror and sees it as a juvenile interest that Billy needs to outgrow. And he was definitely very resistant to any idea of transition although Debbie overrode him on that. Now that Billy passes and is read as a man he’s switched to policing his masculinity so he isn’t found out .

By the time he starts sleeping with Maureen Prescott he sees his own marriage as a joke even though Debbie is still trying. She’s in a double bind, feeling both financially dependent and also having the old school “stay together for the kids mentality”. She’s really trying to make it work between her and Hank, so when she finds out that he’s not only not trying, but he’s cheating? With their’s son’s girlfriends mom?

She can’t do it anymore, and she can’t take Billy with her, she doesn’t even know where she’s going and she doesn’t want to mess up his education and the social connections he’s managed to build. She feels aweful leaving him but she’s thinking he’s strong and he can do it without her, because she thinks he basically is perfect. She doesn’t want him to get hung up on her, she thinks it will be easier for Billy if he can be mad at her instead of his dad so she doesn’t leave a note, she just leaves and cuts off contact.

I think with Debbie gone and Hanks infidelity out in the open Hank does actually recognize that he did something messed up to his son, but he’s neither equipped nor willing to really make a change, so he mostly just ignores him and gives him money. He figures he’s pretty much too late, and it’s all he can do to feed his guilty conscience.

[vacantgodling]

1, 12, and 18 (idk what fandoms you're in. i'm sorry 😞)

haha no worries!!! i don’t tend to do fandom as much anymore i am a big lurker 🌚 let’s do haikyuu again why not

1. the character everyone gets wrong

surprisingly i think most people peg the haikyuu characters very well. i’ve seen Less Egregious character takes in this fandom than i have in any other so kudos to everyone great work understanding the fucking source material lmao

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

tbh idk what the popularity rating for all the characters is at This Point in time but MY FAVORITE haikyuu character is tanaka ryuunosuke. i’m not normal about him. i love him. he’s so funny and ridiculous but dependable and approachable and kind and charismatic (even if he don’t always think it) idk i’m obsessed with him and his bald head. tanaka is everything ok!! you want a hype man he’s your guy!!! you want a dependable senpai he’s always got your back!!! he’s hard working and doesn’t give up and fights for his dreams!!! like he’d been gunning for kiyoko since hs and he got her!!! we love a man with follow through!!!! fucking stop sleeping on tanaka just cuz he doesn’t have hair ok 😭😭 the man is gold

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

TANANOYA. hate to bring shipping discourse into it BUT the number of fics that i have suffered through with some goddamn one sided tananoya or just tananoya in the bg or barely thought of like i’m hunting y’all for fucking SPORT. best friends to lovers pipeline. they’re so comfortable with each other that they have so many inside jokes and similar mannerisms. the i was so comfortable with you i didn’t realize it was love vibes!!!! TANAKA CONSTANTLY LIFTS NOYA INTO THE AIR FOR FUCKS SAKE. they’re already physically affectionate!! they’re stupid!!! dumb of ass!!! but they work hard they play hard they care about their friends and each other like DJDJDJDJ JUST BECAUSE NOYA HAD THE HANG UP ABOUT ASAHI DOESNT MEAN THAT ITS MEANT TO BEEEEEEE UGHHHHH. like so many people view it as explicit romantic vibes and i get why but i read it as more: noya was upset with asahi for giving up when they were all fighting for the same dream. like they were all crushed by that loss but they still came back together to try and do better yet you wanna sit out cuz what???? you can’t see the other side of the net????? i’m killing you. that’s the vibe i got from that whole fiasco. the stop trying to do it by yourself when we’re all here for you fuck you!!! energy. not the i’m in love with you and i won’t play without you. it was less to do with *asahi* and more to do with proving the point that they’re a TEAM and asahi is stubborn so noya went drastic. SO LIKE. that’s my two cents tananoya for life miss me with that asa//////noya shit