#you know for all this shit he did up until that point

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hey. Hi. Hello. Today I learned about the existence of 15th century Welsh poet Gwerful Mechain and that she apparently has a surviving work of erotic poems.

Please. For Christmas. For Yule. Please tell me more because I can't read Welsh.

Heh heh. Oh, Gwerful Mechain is the absolute best.

(Quick housekeeping to keep the post manageable - I previously wrote about things like cynghanedd and cywydds and englyns and such here, so check that if you need an explanation.)

What's fun is that we don't know a ton about her, because not a lot got written down about people in her time. Her surviving work covers a 40ish year span at the end of the 1400s to just into the 1500s, but we don't know when she was born or died or anything like that. We know her parents' names? And that she was from Mechain, hence the bardic name. And that she married a guy and had a daughter, something which actually does mark out her body of work as different from her contemporaries; being a wife and mother, she couldn't do the usual bardic role of travelling the country to spread news and play at courts. This means she doesn't have any of the praise poetry that a lot of male bards produced about the lords that hosted them.

But, there's stuff we can piece together about her. For one thing, she was not just literate (not a universal skill for anyone at that point, but especially for women), but she was astonishingly well-read and had what appears to be a classical education, given her poetic references and traditional Welsh meters. For another, her work often had recurring themes of religion, sex, and women's rights, sometimes all at the same time.

At the point Gwerful was active, Welsh bardic culture heavily featured ymrysonau. An ymryson is like... well, I hesitate to say "sort of like a rap battle" after the way everyone and their dog now thinks that's what the Mari Lwyd does, but they were like a cross between a rap battle and the publication war between two rival academics. A bard would write an englyn and publish it in the local parish newsletter. Another bard would see this, and write their own englyn about how stupid the first bard's englyn was, and publish it in the same newsletter. The first bard would see this and retaliate. The second bard would retaliate to that. And on and on it would go, like a printed tennis match for all the parishioners to enjoy, until someone wrote a conclusive verse OR until someone went "Lol, you got me good there" and bowed out with dignity. Sometimes, these things were fucking vicious; but other times, they were just banter between two bards who knew each other and were enjoying the chance to keep their poetic skills in tip top condition.

Now, Gwerful was an active and enthusiastic participant in ymrysonau. We have many examples of her work from these. There are two of particular note that I'll list here, each against a different bard:

Dafydd Llwyd o Fathafarn. Mathafarn and Mechain are not so distant from one another, so no real surprise that these two locked horns a lot, but the impression I always got from their ymrysonau is that they were good mates, actually. These fell into the 'banter' category more often than not. Dafydd was a Welsh Nationalist who was hoping for a Welshman to rise up and throw off the yoke of English oppression, and most of his work is about that, but he turned up the filthy erotic shit for any ymryson with Gwerful because BOY HOWDY was that her specialty. IIRC she did occasionally poke fun at his Welsh Nash leanings, especially his obsession with Mab Darogan (OLD Welsh idea that translates to the Son of Prophesy - the Arthur-style figure that will one day drive out the English overlords), but mostly their ymrysonau were incredibly beautifully-written odes that could be summed up as "Dafydd, my man, my good friend, I mean this sincerely: suck my entire clit".

She often won.

Ieuan Dyfi. God, what a fucking asshole. This one was not banter. Gwerful played for blood with this prick.

We actually would know nothing about Ieuan Dyfi if not for Gwerful Mechain, because it was her poetic response to him that meant his only surviving poems made it to the modern day; that, and the record of him being brought before a church court where he admitted adultery with Anni Goch, a married woman. Oh, and the record of him being brought before the law courts at Liverpool, accused of domestic abuse and gambling? If I remember right?

Two things to know that set the scene for what came next:

One of Gwerful Mechain's surviving poems is an englyn considered to be possibly the oldest extant poem about domestic violence written by a woman: I’w gŵr am ei churo (To the husband who beats her)

Dager drwy goler dy galon - ar osgo I asgwrn dy ddwyfron; Dy lin a dyr, dy law’n don, A’th gleddau i’th goluddion.

There are a lot of translations for this one to try to keep its poeticness, but this one is pretty good:

Through your heart’s lining let there be pressed, slanting down, A dagger to the bone in your chest. Your knee smashed, your hand crushed, may the rest Be gutted by the sword you possessed.

She has others, too, that deal with sexual assault, and something scholars often note about Gwerful is her remarkable knowledge of the law as it pertained to women's issues. So she was not, you see, a woman with a high view of a man accused of domestic violence anyway.

But then Ieuan Dyfi wrote five poems about Anni Goch, the married woman he'd fucked, each more "Wow dude, she said no" than the last, culminating in I Anni Goch; a full cywydd of misogynistic Medieval-incel bullshit about how false and evil women are, which listed all the false and evil women of history including classical and mythological figures.

And. Well. Gwerful had some views.

Her responding cywydd - I ateb Ieuan Dyfi am gywydd Anni Goch - basically blasted the guy back into his own impact crater and disintegrated him. What she did with it, essentially, was to mirror his cywydd. Where he'd gone "Isn't it so true how great men throughout history have always been brought low by women, amirite lads? Here's examples", Gwerful went "Isn't it so true how 'great men' throughout history have behaved appallingly and fucked up through their own actions and then somehow managed to blame women, amirite lads? Here's examples." Where his examples had been historical figures, so were hers. Where his had been classical, so were hers. Where he went Biblical, so did she.

And what's so interesting about that last one is how pointed she was with it - for some reason, in his big list of evil women, Ieuan Dyfi did not go for the most obvious and low-hanging of fruit (no pun intended) - he doesn't cite Eve. In response, Gwerful also sidesteps the most obvious and low hanging of fruit - she doesn't cite Mary. In so doing, she makes it clear that she doesn't even need to.

There is no record of him responding to her. IIRC, there is a record of him doing three years in prison.

But! Outside of all of that, the big thing Gwerful was known for was her erotic poetry. You'll be unsurprised to hear that it wasn't written for shits and giggles - much like today, women of the time were told that most of their value was in their looks, and they had plentiful insecurities about their bodies. Gwerful wrote her erotic stuff to confront those insecurities and shine a light on the issue. There are so many examples of this, but far and away the most famous is definitely Cywydd y Cedor - roughly translated, 'Ode to the Vulva'. Though I have also seen it titled Cywydd y Gont - Ode to the Cunt. It's such a shame that the English language is literally, physically not capable of cynghanedd, because it means unless you learn Welsh you will never understand the beauty and the lyricism of the piece, and how it elevates and undercuts the content at the same time; but it's a joyful, masterful, irreverent work that uses the fancy language male poets were forever dedicating to the rest of a woman's body and applies it squarely to the vulva. In fact it basically opens with "Men are cowards, describe more cunts or gtfo" before launching into its main subject matter. The last line is pro-pubic hair, too, like I really must stress how much Gwerful Mechain would have to offer Tumblr if you could speak Welsh. This is probably her most widely translated piece, though, you can definitely find English versions. Although you can tell how blushing and reticent the translator is - and therefore how sanitised their translation is - by whether they've called it Ode to the Vulva/Cunt, or Ode to the Pubic Hair.

Needless to say, the original is not sanitised.

(Actually, I should also say - this one is also a response piece, probably, but in this case to a bard who lived a century earlier - Dafydd ap Gwilym, the absolutely legendary and uncontested king of Welsh romance poetry. He wrote a poem called Cywydd y Gal - Ode to the Penis. I have only just put two and two together on that.)

As a final note, I should say that my personal favourite Gwerful Mechain poem on this subject, mind, is actually I'w morwyn wrth gachu - to the maiden who is shitting. It's an englyn written in Gwerful's customary high poetic form, but it is what it says - it describes a woman taking a shit, and farting as she does. Beautiful and magical and disgusting and banal, all in one go:

Crwciodd lle dihangodd ei dŵr - ’n grychiast O grochan ei llawdwr; Ei deudwll oedd yn dadwr’, Baw a ddaeth, a bwa o ddŵr

Funnily enough, it's hard to find a good translation for this one lol.

My attempt:

She crouched where her water escaped - creased From the cauldron of her heat; Her two holes were arguing, Shit came, and a bow of water

Eh. It's so bland in English. Honestly, if you could read Welsh...

Anyway, if anyone reading this can read Welsh and wants to read some of Gwerful Mechain's stuff - including some of the pieces she was responding to in the ymrysonau - you can find a load here. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed!

[venuslarkspur]

Teen Hero Shenanigans

Part 5

With Love, To The New Batgirl.

Summary: Your Damian’s Twin Sister, after arriving 3 years after your brother, you never excepted to take the Robin mantle, until your brother runs away and you volunteer to take his place. Damian eventually returns and you are discharged from the role, after bottling up your anger you decide to go solo by running away and stealing the Batgirl. But you’re not alone, your sort of boyfriend joins you. The main problem is the boyfriend in question is your brother’s best friend, Jon Kent.

Warning: mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy sickness, overprotective Damian Wayne, hidden pregnancy, toxic Al Ghul family. Jason being fuming at Jon. Mentions of food and eating idk.

Pairing: Jon Kent x Batsis!Reader (romantic), Batfamily x Batsis!Reader (platonic).

Notes: this is so late I’m sorry and also I HATE USING Y/N IM SORRY GUYS. This isn’t proof read sorry again. Some Stephanie Brown love in this one.

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You woke up, hair ruffled and memories from the night before rushed in. Dick finding you, nearly dying from the bone crushing hug all your siblings gave you, except your twin brother, the one you wanted to hug the most. Everyone was especially delicate with you, not even mad. Sure, Jason told you to ‘never try that shit again.’ But for the most part everyone welcomed you back, but a few of them were a bit clingier than others; which is why Steph, Dick, Cass and Jason are all having a sleepover in your room, you were sure Duke and Tim probably felt like the only normal ones right now, and you had no idea about Damian. You did let out a giggle at the fact that Steph’s foot was on Cass’s face as she slept on the other end of the bed, but your brothers took the floor.

You eventually pulled up the covers and slipped out of Steph’s grip, you’ve fought deadly assassins and monsters but nothing was more terrifying than Steph spooning you. You tip toed downstairs, as if you weren’t living with highly trained vigilantes; you made your way to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. “Damian I know you’re there.” You announced whilst taking a sip of your glass, he revealed himself from behind wherever. “Nice to see you’ve taken the costume off, I thought you just slept it in.” You declared, you assumed that’s why his costume always stank, he needs to take it off more.

“Did you tell father?” He asked, and you immediately tense up. “Damian that doesn’t matter right now-“ you try and grasp but you’re swiftly interrupted, “Did.you.tell.father?” He said, in between pauses. His voice sounded so much more mature now, it was nearly unsettling; of course you had changed a lot too. You were carrying a whole child inside you. “Not yet, it’s not the right time.” You try and stress but he just scoffs. “Seriously! what is your problem Damian?” You hollered, hoping nobody heard from upstairs. “Me? I’m not the one with a baby inside me.” He points at you, so accusatory. But before you can snap back another voice is heard, but weakly. “What?”You recognise that voice, it was Jason.

“I-Jason-“ you tried to find the words but it was null and void, Damian crossed his arms in disappointment and maintained eye contact with Jason. “Other room, now.” Jason said, and you scattered behind him; needing to find a way to keep him quiet. You eventually entered the other room, it had a desk and few sofas and was dimly lit. Jason shut the door, turned to you and crossed his arms; “Explain.” You could hear the discontentment in his voice, you took a deep breath and looked up at him and spoke. “Please don’t be angry.” You pleaded, tears threatening to fall. “I’m not mad at you.” He replied, “Well don’t be grumpy.” You said whilst rubbing your eyes with your hands. “I’m not angry at you and I’m not gonna have a sour attitude with you or anything..I just wanna know what dead bastard had the audacity to put a kid in you.” He trembled, and you did feel a bit defensive considering he was speaking about Jon, your boyfriend.

“It’s not like that!” You almost yelled and he let his arms fall to his sides but you apologised and weakly said “I’m sorry-it’s just, it’s not the way you think.” You said and you felt frustrated. “Help me understand then.” He asked, you were just happy he wasn’t tracking Jon down and shooting him. “Jon and I-“ “I knew it, I’m getting Bruce’s stash of kryptonite.” He announced and slowly began to move but you stopped him, “please listen.” You begged, and he looked at your face and hesitated, he stopped. You took a deep breath in and out before continuing, “Jon and I were very close-“ “clearly.” “Shut up! Anyway we were just so happy and in love- that well..this happened.” You said and he looked slightly less murderous.

“You gonna keep it?” He asked, you fell a bit silent, you were unsure. “Yes.” You answered. His face scrunched a bit and he hesitated but asked again, “Is Jon making you?” He asked, this assumption was crazy; but you knew he was just making sure. “No he isn’t, that’s ridiculous.” You remarked and wondered where this was going. “I won’t tell Bruce but you need to sort this out, hiding doesn’t make it go away.”

“Rich coming from you.”

“Shush- and go back to bed.”

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You were now 1 month into your pregnancy, two weeks had passed and you had not only an amazing Christmas, but a wonderful birthday. Jason had been helping you hide your pregnancy but occasionally scolded you; telling you he can’t cover for your pregnancy sickness forever, you had to tell the rest of your family, or at least Bruce. But what really shattered your heart is that you had heard nothing of Jon, maybe he decided he wanted nothing to do with you or his family has grounded him and taken away his technology, you hoped it was the latter.

Everyone was getting suspicious, you had been quitting patrol and constantly looking out your bedroom window (hoping for Jon to show up), it wasn’t until Steph came in with a letter in her hands that your life would take a new direction. She practically bounced into your room, probably excited for New Year’s Day dinner. Steph passed you the letter and you asked “who’s this from?” She only shrugged and smiled, “Not sure, dinner is in an hour though okay?” “Okay.” And with that she scurried off, and you wondered if maybe you should have told her at least; she would understand.

But no matter, you shred through the letter and payed close attention to its sender’s address. You recognised it, it was Jon’s home. Your heart began to pump faster and your face blushed, you took in the letter and began to read. “Dear Y/N, I’m sorry for not getting in touch with you sooner, I’ve been badly scolded here and it was difficult to even convince my parents to let me write this; they aren’t mad at you but they aren’t too happy with me. Please reply to this when you can; love, Jonathan.” And that hit you hard, like stealing your sort of sister’s costume and running away kind of hard.

You knew there was no better time than tonight, even though you were terrified.

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It after dinner, and your father had finally been alone; he was sat in his office and now was your moment. So you swiftly went in and let out a sigh, your heart felt like it was collapsing in on itself. But you stood brave anyway, you met his gaze from his chair. “Father.” You said and stood in front of his desk, he looked up at you and put down his work. “Y/N, what is it?” He asked, in his usual stoic tone which worried you despite its regularity. “I really don’t know how to describe this..it’s so difficult.” You uttered, whilst fluttering your hands to cool down. He waited for you, and you eventually had the courage to spurt one thing out.

“Jason.” You said and he eyed you, concerned. “Is he okay? Did something happen?” He asked, and you immediately shook your head aggressively. “No-No! It’s not that, he knows he will tell you.” And with that you ran to collect him, eventually finding him in the cave, you guess it was a bad time, as him and Dick were chatting; but no mind. Your father sat in the same place and Jason knew immediately, you couldn’t tell him yourself; so you wanted him to tell him. You would usually be ashamed, your grandfather would be ashamed, you are ashamed. But you could never find the words, but Jason thought it would be best to get it out that way.

“Y/N is going to have a baby Bruce.” He said, quietly so nobody else would hear but you three, jeez he could have just said you were pregnant and shortened it. Almost like he was indirectly scolding you but also sugar coating it, so oxymoronic. Your’s dad face didn’t move, and that worried you. “Jon’s?” He asked, knowingly, and that deeply scared you. “I mean who else?” You sniffled, wiping some tears that escaped you. Bruce sighed but stood up to face you, “I’m not mad at you, just disappointed that you chose now.” He said and unexpectedly pulled you into an embrace. “Do not tell your brothers, leave them to me.” And with that you gave Jason a sarcastic look, he rolled his eyes at you and broke the silence.

“Gosh I’m hardly gonna kill your baby’s father now am I?” He announced and turned the other way, “Jason.” Bruce said whilst pulling away from you gently. “What?! I promise, scouts honour.” He argued and smiled. “Jason you were never a scout!” You retorted in joking annoyance, “yeah exactly.” “Jason!” “Forget me, just make sure Damian doesn’t find out that Jon got you pregnant!” He yelled, practically for everyone to hear. And just when you thought you were safe, you heard a voice.

“Y/N’s pregnant.?” Someone said, you couldn’t identify who as currently all your siblings were standing at the now opened office door.

“Shit.”

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IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT I HAD SCHOOL WORK (AND THE CLIFFHANGER)

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[himbosandhardwear]

Steddie I Soulmate AU I 2k I Rated Mature I idiot4idiot

The thing about linking with your soulmate, you never knew when it was going to happen. There were horror stories about it happening during weddings to someone else or while performing heart surgery or landing a plane, but linking was so rare, stories like that seemed more like fairy tales than cautionary ones.

If anyone had asked Eddie what he thought about it, he would've said the odds of there being some guy out there destined to be his mate, let alone that he'd have to worry about linking during some critical moment, were astronomically low.

He'd be wrong.

Because his ears are ringing, his vision has tunnelled, and there's an empty vacuum where his usual chaotic thoughts should be. All signs pointing toward-

Hello?

Jesus H. Christ, not now! Not right now, this cannot be happening now. Quick! Think of something else! Uhhh… Golems! Ice golems! Or maybe frost giants. Yeah! Not having hate sex with your arch nemesis. Shit! Stop thinking about it! Frost giants, frost giants, frost giants!

Hate sex? He hears echo around his noggin next. Arch nemesis?

Fuuuuuck. No, darlin’, don't even worry about that stray thought! Nothing to see here. I'm, uh, baking! Yeah. Brownies. For a charity bake sale

A long pause, empty space between them, before he says, I don't believe you. I think you are having sex

Sex?! He screeches. How dare you! I would never!

You would. Go balls deep into a guy you don't even like, sounds like to me. Class act.

Oh god, there’s gotta be a way to salvage this.

No, let me explain, please!

Knock yourself out

Right. So, this guy, I know him from school, right? And he was always kind of a jerk. The space between them pings with a sort of stung feeling but Eddie doesn't understand how any of this works yet so he ignores it. But we end up having a few mutual friends, and this one really weird event happens that forces us to, like, team up, I guess. After all that I'm spending more time around the guy and he's not so bad. Invited me over to smoke up with him, which was cool. I'm gonna be totally honest, I'm not sure how exactly we got here, the sex part, but it’s pretty hot and heavy, kinda aggressive, so… yeah. Hate sex I guess

Soulmate is quiet again. His feelings bleed through anyway, at least Eddie's pretty sure that's what he's getting. It feels like embarrassment and disappointment.

You okay? Did I scare you off?

You don't like the guy at all? You said arch nemesis

Oh. Uh. Well… How did he explain to his future partner, if he hadn't already ruined it, that he likes him plenty, he's just been holding him at arms length, metaphorically, because he assumed the guy was straight? Up until roughly twenty minutes ago. He should probably start with honesty.

No, I like him okay. He's not as bad as I'd always thought. We give each other shit but I'm pretty sure it's just left over bullshit stereotypes from high school. I bully him about his music taste, he bullies me about my shitty van. That type of thing

…Right

He waits to hear back from his soulmate but he's not very talkative. That's okay, Eddie can talk enough for both of them.

So, what were you up to when we linked? Not driving I hope

He can hear the guy sighing over the link, which is worrying.

You'll never believe it, but I'm also having sex at the moment

Seriously? That's hilarious

Yeah. A hoot

Not having fun?

I was. But I recently found out the guy doesn't like me that much. So, yeah, real mood killer

Oh man. That sucks

Oh my god. Yeah, it really does. Kinda wish he'd get off of me so we can get the awkward part over with but he's distracted at the moment

Doing what?! Eddie yells, offended on his behalf.

“He’s busy not realizing he linked to the guy he was hate fucking.”

Huh?

“Eddie, open your fucking eyes.”

That's Steve talking.

He blinks his eyes open to see Steve looking up at him. He's not pleased.

Wait

“Yeah.”

Oh my god

“As impressive as it is that you managed to stay hard through that whole thing, I'd appreciate it if you-” He hisses as Eddie, rudely he realizes, pulls out without warning.

He scrambles to the end of the bed, bunching up the comforter around his junk. “I'm so sorry, fuck, Steve, I'm so sorry. I don't… I didn't…”

He can't fix this, he starts to slowly comprehend. He's made Steve think he hates him.

“Nah, it's cool. I get it.”

I don't hate you, I swear. You have to believe me

“Sure, Eddie.” He's yanking his briefs back on, angry and trying not to show it. “You just don't like me much.” Can't believe I did this again. So fucking stupid

Eddie's certain he's not meant to hear any of that but he responds anyway.

You're not stupid. Please let me explain

“You already did. And I am fucking stupid,” he snaps. “Here I thought we were flirting this whole time and you thought we were bullying each other. That's real fuckin’ stupid of me. I'd convinced myself you actually-” He snaps his teeth shut but Eddie can still hear the unfinished -liked me. “I really wish you would control your feelings, dude. You're broadcasting your horror straight into my head.”

“I don't know how to stop,” he quietly admits.

“Well if you'd ever shown up to health class you'd know how to control it.”

I never thought I would get a soulmate

Steve's surprise at that pings around his brain before he does what Eddie can't and shuts it down.

“I did. I've been thinking about it for years.”

And you ended up with me… And I ruined it before we even got started. I ruined it. Steve Harrington is my soulmate and I ruined it. What the fuck

“You don't have to say it like I'm some kind of prize.” He steps into his jeans and tugs them back up to his hips, not even bothering to do them up. Which is- “I guess it's nice that you think I'm hot. That's something. Maybe we'll be the first casual hookup soulmates.”

He has to fix this. Somehow. Think, god damnit! Wait! That's it! He just has to show Steve what he's thinking!

“I wish you wouldn't.”

“Too bad!” He snaps back.

Okay, as embarrassing as this is about to be, he has to tell the truth.

Eddie was in the 8th grade, Steve in 7th, when they first met. Or, when Eddie first noticed Steve anyway, they never really spoke to each other, their cliques already established by then. But Eddie can remember it like it was yesterday. It was lunch, Eddie was walking by with his bagged PB&J, when he heard it. Steve laughing. It was so joyful, Eddie didn't even know what he was laughing about but it made him smile anyway. Of course one of Steve's shitty jock friends caught him staring and called him a queer freak but that wasn't unusual.

“What the fuck, Eddie? Why do you remember that? And how are you so good at visualizing?”

He ignores the questions to move on to the next memory. Eddie's sophomore year they somehow ended up in the same Shop class. Again, they never spoke but he got to watch Steve work, tongue poking out while he concentrated, the proud look on his face when he whittled some hunk of wood into a recognisable shape.

“I forgot about that. It was a dolphin. I was dating Chelsea Hosteller, they were her favorite animal.”

“Lucky her.”

“Hey, fuck you, man, you're the one showing me this shit! What am I supposed to assume from any of this? You thought I was cute? So what? You clearly don't like who I am as a person, so what difference does it make?”

He's not going to have the patience for every single moment, and they're a lot of them, Eddie realizes that now. So he speed runs through them, making sure to send every bit of feeling through their link.

Steve in his Scoops outfit, luring Eddie to the mall but never making him brave enough to go in. The horror of not knowing whether Steve was alive or dead when he heard about the mall burning down. The joy of finding him at Family Video, somewhere he had reason to visit.

You never even talked to me there

Listening to every word to every story Henderson told him about Steve and his bravery. Pretending to be annoyed so no one noticed he was eating it up. Getting to know the real Steve over Spring Break, the giddiness he couldn't quite tamp down, even as he was scared shitless. The pain of knowing Steve was still in love with Nancy Wheeler, even though it was the obvious narrative to Steve's fairytale life. Of course he gets the girl at the end.

What? Is that why you-

The way he stuck around afterward, even though their dynamic was more antagonistic than friendly, and the way Eddie thrived off of every snarky comment. How it felt like banter even though Eddie knew, by all logic and reason, Steve was merely tolerating his presence. They would always be antithetical to each other, circling but never meeting.

Eddie, no

Steve growling ‘Do you ever shut up!’ before pouncing on him downstairs. The heavy pounding of his heart as he wrestled Steve up the stairs. The way his brain never did catch up to what was happening or why, until it was too late, and he was ruining both the greatest sex he'd ever had and also the chance to prove, though he's still completely unworthy, that he has already been primed and ready to fall for Steve for years. The shame of ruining it. The heartbreak of ruining it. The teeny, tiny spark of hope as Steve stares him down. He has to close his eyes to avoid it, lest he say something stupid and fuck it up again.

You…do like me?

Yeah, Stevie. I like you a whole lot. I just didn't think I was allowed to like you. I didn't realize you liked me too. I'm sorry I said all that shit earlier. I didn't want to tell the guy I'd just linked with that I was thoroughly enjoying the chance to sleep with this guy I'd had a crush on for years. That seemed rude

The bed dips and so does Eddie's stomach. Steve's enormous hands slide up his neck, into his hair, and gently cradle his face as he leans in to kiss Eddie square on the mouth.

Oh. Hi

Hi

This is nice

I think so too. How do you feel about finishing what we started but this time we both know that we like each other?

That sounds awesome. But are you sure? I really, really fucked up the first time

I thought you were perfect up until you called me your arch nemesis

I have been told that sometimes I'm a little dramatic

You know what, that's fair. I really should've taken that as a compliment, if anything

See? Now you get it

What I'm getting is another condom. Hold my ankle so I don't slide off the bed

You got it, baby

Unbelievable. Salvaged the wreckage of his own stupidity and managed to bag the hottest guy in town! Score one for the nerds!

“I heard that.”

[librarygarten]

Holiday Special: Links x Reader - New Year's Kiss HC

Where I live, it's a tradition to kiss your partner on New Year's Eve. Let's celebrate with some Links (+Ravio)! Warning: pure, tooth-rotting fluff below the cut. Consult a dentist before proceeding

Sky

An absolute blushing mess leading up to it, but he manages to hype himself up. He’s the Hero of the Skies. He fought a demon and won. He can handle a kiss… right?

Gives you a firm kiss with his lips pressed together, kind of like a cartoon character

He’s a bit off-center and pulls away right after

Give you a nervous smile and a cute little half laugh

In his head, he’s kicking himself for doing that. In his opinion, that was probably the worst kiss he could have given you to start off the new year.

Until you pull him back in for a proper kiss

Boy just melts and lets you do your thing

Four

He literally cannot reach unless you bend down, but asking you to do that seems wrong to him

He tries to sneakily get you to sit down next to him so height isnt an issue

His kisses are surprisingly soft, especially compared to his calloused hands that cup your cheeks

He’s really hesitant to pull away

If he splits, though, my Hylia have mercy on you

All four of them try to kiss you at the same time.

Key word: try.

They end up headbutting each other and you. Ice packs are gotten. Apologies are said.

Time

He is lowkey not having a great time trying to stay up

He’s old. He’s tired. His knees hurt. Let him go to bed :(

At this point, the only thing keeping him from face planting into the mattress is the fact that he gets to kiss you at midnight.

The moment the clock strikes 12, he pulls you in by your hips and kisses you

It’s the kind of kiss people who have been married for years share. Neither of you pull away for a very long time.

He always tries to get closer to you when ya’ll kiss, and tonight is no exception. Ya’ll are literally hugging but he tries to hold you tighter and kiss you deeper.

Legend

It’s not a custom in his Hyrule, but hearing you talk about it makes him scoff

Why does he need to wait until midnight to kiss you? How is that different from any other time? He could kiss you right now!

Is huffing in annoyance watching the clock count down to the new year.

Then you bend down and capture his lips in your own as it hits midnight

“There! Now the first thing we did this year is kiss!” You smile happily at him

Legend.exe has stopped working

He's red as a tomato for the rest of the night. Maybe the tradition isn’t so stupid after all.

Hyrule

His Hyrule also doesn’t have New Years, but he’s very interested to learn about this custom

It sounds so romantic! He can’t think of a better way to kick off the new year

He’d be a blushing mess even before the countdown gets close

You want the very first thing you do next year… to kiss him

If it wasn’t obvious enough already, boy is smitten

When you kiss him, you swear his pupils turn into hearts

Will pull you back in for another one

Twilight

He pulls you in by your hips, places a hand on the small of your back, and kisses you for as long as you’ll allow.

He actually started a bit early. That way, the last and first thing he did that year was kiss you

When you finally pull away, his gaze is so soft

He holds you for a bit longer after that, just glad you’re here, with him.

If you’re with the chain, someone will yell at you two to get a room

Alternatively: Turns into Wolfie at the last second and licks half of your face

Super tender or absolute menace. There is no in-between.

Warriors

He’s a little shit about it

He’ll kiss you every hour, on the hour, because “It’s the New Year in a different timezone”

Even after it hits midnight, he’ll keep on going for as long as you two stay up

And he doesn’t even have the decency to give you proper kisses. Just quick pecks on the corner of your mouth.

He knows it flusters you, which only adds more fuel to the fire.

If you want to shut him up, just grab him by his scarf and pull him in for a bit harsher kiss. Leave him gasping for breath, then walk away.

He will go BEET RED and stop his antics… for a while

Wild

Forgot it was a custom. Like, full on forgot he was supposed to kiss you when midnight hit.

Someone else reminds him of it after the fact and he instantly feels like the worst partner in the history of the entire world.

Sprints to where you’re standing and just tackles you into a kiss

You, who was a bit bummed out and not expecting this, fall to the ground with him on top of you

He apologises profusely, first for knocking you over, then for forgetting to kiss you

Ofc you forgive him

He keeps kissing you the rest of the night and even the next day to make up for it

Wind (Aged Up)

He’s got his arm slung around your shoulder, drink in hand, watching the clock count down

Gets super into the 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 chant

As soon as he’s done screaming “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” at the top of his lungs, he plants a fat, wet kiss on your cheek

You push him away and wipe the honestly disgusting amount of saliva off your face while laughing

He laughs at your reaction, but it’s short-lived, as you also give him a big smooch on the cheek

Now it’s his turn to wipe off his face

Tetra filmed the whole thing

Bonus!

Ravio

Lorule hasn’t had holidays in a while, and even if they did, they don’t have this particular New Years tradition

So he is caught completely off guard when you pull him in for a kiss at midnight

A stuttering, blushing mess

Once you explain what the custom is, he blushes even harder

Pulls his hood down over his face to hide from the world. The notion that he is loved this much is still so foreign to him. What do you mean the first thing you wanted to do this year is kiss him?

You just kiss his hood’s bunny face as well

Please, have mercy on his soul. He’s not strong enough to endure this

Koridai (I have only seen a couple bits of his game)

I’m sorry, Link “how about a kiss for good luck” Koridai

Sooo smug about it. Expects a full make-out session at midnight

When the countdown begins, he closes his eyes and puckers his lips, stretching his neck out in your direction

His hands are folded near his cheek, and one leg is off the floor, toes pointed

It’s honestly a miracle he doesn’t fall over, especially considering he took the pose pretty early in the countdown

You give him a peck on the lips, then pull away

“Aww, babe, that’s it? :(“

[thewayitalknj]

Since a few of you kindly asked for a Part 2, here you go! Thanks for the love!

Warnings - reader feels a bit insecure for a split second! Word Count - 2.6k

Part 1 | Part 2

You stare at him, cold blooded. So he did figure it out? You shut the door behind you and reach for the silk robe hanging on the back of the door. 

“Aw come on don’t cover up because it’s me-”

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing here?” 

He makes a silly dance move, trying to be funny but definitely not helping. “What do you mean? I came for a private dance.” 

You finish tying a bow and cross your arms. “How did you know I work here?”

He gets up and walks towards you. He moves your robe off to the side and points to your birthmark. “This. I noticed it while you were dancing.”

You sigh and look back up at him. He stifles a laugh, “Ed, this isn’t funny.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a fucking dancer?”

“Oh yeah, because that’s a great conversation starter-” You notice him looking you up and down. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” 

“Like I’m hot or…some shit.”

“Well, I mean-”

“Look, I get off at midnight. We can go back to my place to chat afterwards if you want. But for now, you can hang in the dressing room. We won’t be back there until we close up anyway.” You open up the door and motion for Eddie to leave.

“...does this mean I don’t get a private dance?” You give him a stern look this time, “yes ma’am.”

As you enter your front door Eddie goes and takes a seat on your couch as you head to your bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. When you take a seat next to him just a few minutes later you explain everything to him.

You have been working at the strip club for over a year now. As much as you loved working at Family Video it just wasn’t paying enough. Bianca was a regular at FV with her family, and you grew a work-type friendship with her. One day she came in by herself and asked if you wanted to come to a charity event they were holding at the club. She immediately made it clear how odd it sounded about having a charity event at a strip club but assured you it was always a hit ; how the money went towards good causes in the city and the toy drives were always overflowing. You wanted to show your support so you went and had a fun time. Bianca introduced you to everyone, from her boss to her coworkers to regulars. It was a strange family-oriented work environment you never imagined. When Pam, the owner and boss, asked if you were interested at all in working for them you turned it down. But when bills started piling up and the holidays were around the corner you thought earning some extra cash would be helpful. So you went back, and was hired right from your interview. 

Pam explained how the club was run by women for women only. Everyone took you through training, first just as a waitress. You learned tips and tricks, and also had to come up with a fake name for security and privacy.

“Wait, so what’s your ‘fake name’?” Eddie asks using quotation marks.

“Lilith.”

“Why Lilith?” 

“It means ‘belonging to the night’. It’s also associated with meanings like ‘demon’ or ‘spirit.’”

“Well that’s badass. How did you come up with that?”

Look down at your lap. “Um, in one of your D&D books. The one you gave me about character building.”

“No shit.”

“Yeah…so anyway. I didn’t even think about dancing but Bianca asked me one day if I wanted to try it, so I did. Everyone thought I did a good job…I was on the next night and it just took off from there.”

“Why haven't you told anyone?”

“Because when Bianca asked me to come to the charity event I didn’t really know what to think about her being a stripper. I didn’t want to judge her, and I didn’t want people or colleagues to judge me. I really enjoy it. I have this new built confidence when I walk through those doors. We all really care for one another and root each other on.”

Eddie shifts himself closer to you. “What do you mean ‘new built confidence’?”

“Let me answer this with a question for you. How do you feel when you’re DM’ing at Hellfire?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, like I’m taking charge. Assertive. I know what I’m doing and I like how I make people feel afterwards.”

You reach and put your hand on his leg. “That’s exactly how I feel when I’m dancing.” You smile, shake your head, laugh to yourself.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s just hilarious that we both feel the same way about two completely different scenarios.”

“Hm, true.”

“Can I ask you a question though?”

“Sure, anything.”

“...What did you think…about the dance…on your birthday?” You gulp.

“Psh, don’t you remember the way I was talking about you when I came here the next morning?” You nod. “Everything I said was true. I couldn’t get you out of my head. And then when I figured out it was you I just…had to tell you I knew. Couldn’t live with that secret, it would have driven me nuts.”

“How did you ask for me anyway? You didn’t even know my name.”

“I asked for the devil from the night before. The women who led me to the private room recognized me from when I was called up for the dance.”

You pondered, “Was she dressed in all silver?”

“...yes?”

“That’s Jade. She gave me a bit of a pep-talk, I almost asked her to go out instead of me.” 

Eddie looks at you muddled, “why didn’t you want to dance for me?”

“Because you're Eddie, you’re one of my closest friends and it just felt…I don't know, awkward.”

“Well, if I’m being honest your friend is very beautiful but,” he takes your chin and lines you up with his eyes, “I’m glad it was you.”

You smile, “I’m glad it was me too.” 

You stare at him for a bit, melting into his touch and his eyes ; and when your lips touch just seconds later without even realizing how close you were, you feel like you died and went to heaven. It was when his tongue slipped its way into your mouth that that confidence you talked about earlier started to kick in. You kick yourself up and straddle his lap, bringing your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself but never breaking the kiss. His hands find your hips, rings digging deep into your shirt, bringing them along to the slow steady pace as he starts with his own hips grinding up. You follow his rhythm and hum, starting to feel way too good.

And even though that confidence was built up for a few moments, your insecurities came rushing through. You part and separate yourself too quickly and mumble “no” ; Eddie looks upset as you stand up. “What’s wrong? Did I take it too far, I’m sorry-”

“No no it’s not you it’s just..me. I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

You stutter, tears beginning to paint your cheeks. “It’s just-you never did any of this before. And-now you find out I strip and we’re suddenly making out on my couch. I feel like I’m in some stupid rom com where I took off my glasses and suddenly you see me differently.”

“Hun, I can promise you it’s nothing like that.”

“I don’t mean to sound rude Eddie but I think you should go.”

“But-”

“I just need space, if that makes sense? Can I call you tomorrow or sometime later this week?”

“Yeah of course, whatever you need. I know this is a lot for you.”

“Yeah-yeah it is.” 

He walks over and kisses you on the top of your forehead before leaving. 

“And that’s basically what happened.” You swirl around in an office chair, disappointed in yourself. You were a mess, you spent the whole next morning thinking about Eddie and what happened. Today is even your day off, but you felt like you needed company so you made your way to the club for some hopeful reassurance you weren't taking this too far or overthinking.

“I think it’s sweet he’s giving you space, he understands your concerns and he’s respecting it. You don’t see that a lot nowaday..” Your other co-worker and current security cam watcher Leah has been listening to your rants all day. She just came back from maternity leave but wasn’t ready to dance, so her shifts have been bartending and security watch, mainly the private rooms from the cameras. When you arrived at the club no private dances were happening, so Leah took you to the security room for privacy. “I’m kinda glad you came though, I want to show you something from the night he was here.” She holds up a VHS tape and puts it in the VCR. You watch with bated breath as Eddie shows up on screen.

“What does-”

She puts her hand up, “Just listen.” You watch the footage, as Eddie paces the private room waiting for you to arrive. 

“Hey so, I’ve kind of liked you since high school and…no I can’t start with that.”

>>FF>>

“Finding out about dancing? That is just a perk that will come in the soon to be hopeful relationship…no that doesn’t sound right. Steve is a fucking idiot for coming up with that line.” 

>>FF>>

“So…wanna go out on a date? Bowling, dinner? …What am I, 14?”

>>FF>>

“Alright Munson, you got this. Just tell her you figured it out and that this doesn’t change how you feel.” Then he plops down on the couch and lays back just as you found him.

Leah stops the tape and looks back to you.

“He…likes me?”

“Guess he does. So much for your negative thoughts huh?”

“I can’t believe this. He’s never shown any signs of…anything.”

“Pft, guys are weird. It took my husband years to ask me out on a first date but I waited! Here we are three years later with a new house and baby. It was all worth the wait, and I’m sure this will be for you too.”

“But how can I make this right? I feel like I screwed it all bigtime.”

“Why don’t you invite him to our charity event in a few weeks? It’s how your story started. Maybe it’ll be a new chapter for him too. Show him instead of talking to him to make things right.”

You smile wide, “...Has anyone told you you’re a genius?”

“And I thought Mom-Brain was getting to me already. But I’ll take the compliment.” You give Leah a hug and head out to make a very important phone call.

Eddie (of course) agreed to attend the charity event, and even offered to pay full price instead of the family and friends discount. You went in a few hours earlier to help set everything up while Eddie arrived when the event began. You introduced him to your co-workers ; some already knew about what happened but for your sake played it off like they knew nothing, which you greatly appreciated. Eddie took a seat at the bar, wishing you luck for your performance later which he was secretly looking forward to. Just before heading to the dressing room you stop by the DJ booth.

“Hey Cassie, here’s my tape for my dance. It’s Track 8, and I go on at 11.”

“Got it. Thanks love!” She looks at the cassette and ponders to herself, “huh, who’s Corroded Coffin?”

Your turn couldn’t come soon enough. Eddie was only two drinks in, constantly looking at the clock waiting for 11 to strike.

“You okay babe?” Leah, (or in tonight's case since she’s working, Carmella), comes over to check on him.

“Huh-yeah. Thanks.”

“Of course, she’ll be on in a few. Excited to watch her?”

“Ohyeah-yeah,totally.Can’t wait.” He takes a large sip of his drink.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“Can I be real with you for a second?”

“I’m a bartender, I’m here to lend an ear to your problems.” Leah leans in, “talk to me.”

“I’ve liked her forever, I’m just stupid and have never asked her out properly. And I don’t want her to think I’m asking her out now because of all this,” he motions his arms around the room.

“Well maybe she won’t think that.”

“But she does, I know she does. And I just feel like a fucking idiot.”

“Eddie, I can assure you by the end of the night you’re not going to feel that way.”

“How do you-” Just then the lights dim ; Eddie looks at the clock ; 11:00. 

Cassie takes the microphone and introduces you, “and now ladies and gentlemen one of our veteran and favorite dancers, Lilith!”

You take the stage ; back turned towards the crowd, grabbing onto the pole ; a beautiful black outfit snug to your body ; and your music hits the stereos, a loud guitar solo opening the song. 

Eddie thought his eyes were going to fall out of his sockets, immediately recognizing the solo as his own. ; And when you turned your head to face the crowd making eye contact with Eddie and giving him a wink, he knew he was done for.

He watched you in awe, he couldn’t believe someone in a strip club was dancing to his song. But in this case it wasn’t just anyone, it was you. Someone he’s known almost his whole life, someone he’s been trying to ask out for way too long but had doubts because of his own stupidity. When your performance was over he whistled from his seat and immediately turned to Leah, “are any of the private rooms taken?”

When you exited the stage and headed back to the dressing room you were met with cheers and hugs. Everyone loved your dance and gave you your praises. 

After a few moments of celebrating and thank yous, Leah came in, a smirk across her face ; more or less as a ‘I told you so’ look. “Room #2. Go, now” The girls all gave a collective “ohhhhhhhhh”, as you rolled your eyes and left.

Eddie is standing in the middle of the room this time. You shut the door and lean up against it. You're the first to speak up ; “So,” you start to walk closer, “what did you think?”

“Don’t come any closer.” 

You stop, baffled at his words. “Why?”

“Because if you come any closer I’m going to lay you on this couch and do unthinkable things to you.”

You blush, hard. “You sure you wanna do that with a security camera in the corner?”

He looks up at the camera and waves, “free entertainment, no?”

You chuckle, such a typical Eddie answer.

“Well-”

“If you wanna know what I thought, I’m seriously never gonna get you out of my head now. How the hell am I going to ever perform that song without thinking straight?”

You look down shyly, rocking on your heels. 

“And as much as I would love to give your friends some content, I do want to do this whole thing right.” He brings himself to stand right in front of you, “let me take you on a date, a proper one. Pick you up, dinner-”

“Maybe…bowling?” He brings his head to the side, giving you a bewildered look.

“I mean, if you want too-”

“I’m joking, but dinner would be great.”

“Cool-cool. Can I pick you up tomorrow at 6?”

“Sounds like a date.” You stand more on your heels, placing a small kiss to his cheek and leaving him alone in the room.

Quick Notes - Didn't expect this to get as much love as it did so thank you again! Reblogs are appreciated! :) also yes I have an idea for a Part 3 but we'll see!

[justhereforthecupcakes]

I don’t believe Daniel went to Silver because he thought he was protecting Mr. Miyagi, but because he felt as if Silver was the only willing to help him.

Mr. Miyagi DID turn his back on Daniel. And it’s not like Daniel was keeping quiet. Daniel tried telling him, but he kept ignoring the situation.

It wasn’t until he saw with his own eyes what Silver, Kreese and Barnes were doing, that he finally realized the gravity of the situation that Daniel had been trying to relay to him this whole time.

That’s a scary reaction that’s carried over to the series and has become a very disturbing trend from characters towards Daniel — not listening… turning their backs on him… blaming him… then riding in at the very last minute.

Daniel only keeps quiet when it becomes clear they are not interested in hearing him or helping him. It’s not until he’s in dire straits do they finally get their head out their asses, but also have the fucking nerve to ask/say “Why didn’t he tell us? I’ve never seen him so defeated.”

Really, bitch?

But back to the main point.

What makes Silver so incredibly creepy and scary is that he specifically targeted Daniel.

*Daniel* was the motive — not the circumstances, him.

Johnny was being a bully, yes; but he wasn’t looking to destroy Daniel personally. He just wanted to feel powerful and get Ali back. It was teenage insecurity (among many other things, yes I know)… and the fact that his attitude towards Daniel has continued well into adulthood is just plain immaturity. (This is whole other topic I could discuss at lengths, but there are treasure troves of posts that articulate this point much more eloquently and thoroughly than me.)

Chozen’s hate was motivated by wanting to prove something to his Uncle, the village, and ultimately himself. That was there long before Daniel. And, clearly, he grew out of this… and into a very very handsome man… where were we?

Barnes just wanted a pay out. It was never personal with Daniel.

Their motives were honestly not about Daniel, himself.

In Silver’s case… I mean holy shit!

Daniel himself is the actual focus, and it was on such a disturbing level… and this was someone who, not only was he a just a kid, he was someone Silver had never met!

Imagine someone you have NEVER in your life met, has such an intense hate and motivation to destroy you… over something so ridiculous.

I disagree that Terry’s intentions were ‘muddled,’ they are exactly what you would expect from a stalker and narcissist.

Ironically TKK3 got it right in portraying someone with a personality disorder hyped by a cocaine addiction in Terry (the manic energy, the unstable personality, the psychotic tendencies, the crazy laugh), and portraying a stalking victim in Daniel, even though it’s clear they weren’t aiming for that.

The internal conflict comes from lack of support. Daniel was living under daily threats of violence and attacks — at a level he’d never experienced. This boy was being terrorized and all of it was orchestrated by Terry, who then (under the guise of being helpful) manipulated him into handling those emotions in ways that were harmful — and as a teenager, he was not going to be able to see that or fight it.

What you’re seeing is a victim who felt powerless against his stalkers and the entire situation, the one person who shoulda been helping him had his head up his ass (he was not as ignorant as the fandom likes to pretend he was), and then his actual abuser comes along and manipulates him into feeling empowered again.

Finally after prolonged fear and terror, there’s a lifeline. This is the answer to his prayers. This is gonna solve the situation. He’s gonna be okay.

And then — to his utter horror — no, he’s not in control, he’s even more out of control. Not only is the problem not even close to being solved, he’s in even more danger than he realized and the source of that danger was someone he never suspected.

Terry Silver was a terrible lesson for a very young Daniel about how dangerous and manipulative people can be. And how insane their motivations can be — a high school karate tournament.

He came across a true predator who wanted to do unspeakable damage to him.

What’s worse is, after all these years, he still has this obsession.

It’s very evident with how he treats others versus Daniel. No matter how many other people get involved, he does not focus on them the way he does Daniel.

Look at Chozen — You could say Chozen “betrayed” Terry, since Daniel turned the tables and tricked him with the exact same ploy Silver used on him all those years ago… a hero/friend riding in to help… and it worked, Terry was set to be his friend and partner, until Chozen accidentally gave himself away.

For this alone, you could say he has reason to target Chozen… he very clearly was jealous towards Johnny… and yet, he continues to all but ignore them. He practically ignored Mr. Miyagi in KK3, when it was very clear Kreese’s hate was geared more towards ‘the old man’ than ‘the kid’. It was Terry that wanted to focus on Daniel.

What we saw in TKK3 was stalking, and every action/reaction we see in Daniel is exactly what you see in a victim of stalking/terrorism.

And Silver cops to that, he openly admits he “terrorized a teenager over a high school karate tournament.”

I feel like Terry does have regrets in that he lost the opportunity to have Daniel as a friend. Even if he doesn’t have a high opinion of him, some part of him understands that, of all the people he knows, Daniel is the one person who would have been a true friend to him... this man, who has no real friends… the one thing he’s always wanted, and could have had, but lost…

But, over the course of the series, you see him come to the realization that it wasn’t Daniel lying to himself, it was Terry… that he doesn’t feel sorry for what he’s done to Daniel, and never did… that he enjoyed it, and he will continue to do it for as long as he can… perhaps (this is just my speculation) he’s never felt more alive than when he’s stalking Daniel. HE felt powerful and free, that whole scene in the convenience store was pure projection and manipulation.

Terry is, at his core, an addict, and somewhere along the way he got addicted to Daniel.

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Based on the spoilers that Silver is dying… my theory: I think Silver wants Daniel to kill him. I think he’s trying to maneuver Daniel into killing him.

Based on TIG’s interview, he does recognize Daniel as a worthy adversary.

Not only will he die on the battlefield as a warrior like he was meant to (… yeah, okay), but he will succeed in finally making Daniel into something he never wanted to be — a killer... “You got that killer instinct!”… and he will cement that change he intended to make in Daniel and finally finish what he started all those years ago…

But he will fail. He will literally die trying, 😂.

I think Daniel will have him on his knees…. Honk his nose, and walk away. Because for a man with no forgiveness in heart, living is even worse punishment than dying. And because the roots are strong, so the tree will survive.

ok the reason i think silver is such a good villain isnt because of his cartoon-evil cheesiness or his character theme (although those certainly do contribute to it). the reason i think hes so good is what his presence means for daniel's character. throughout the tkk movies (and you can see it continue in ck) there's this really heavy importance put into the lessons that the students learn from their teachers. you see it with mr miyagi and daniel, you see it with kreese and johnny, you see it with sato and chozen. in the latter two cases, you can see the negative light of this, how a teacher with an inherently bad philosophy can carry over to how their student acts. kreese teaches johnny to be unforgiving and merciless so that's what johnny ends up being. sato is fueled by his anger at mr miyagi even years later and thus chozen is an all-around angry little dude that wants to kill daniel.

but in tkk3 you do not get a two-part villain dynamic like this! instead it's daniel who learns under a bad teacher and is taught all the wrong lessons from them. i think this theme is particularly hardlined by the fact that silver deliberately tries to separate daniel and mr miyagi so that he can become a presence in daniel's life. "there's no such thing as a bad student, only a bad teacher" is something that daniel hasnt experienced at all up until silver takes mr miyagi's place. and this sets up a really interesting internal conflict for daniel that you dont see in the previous movies. you have his inherent kindness + what he's learned from mr miyagi vs the conflicting things he's currently learning from silver. and it causes him to doubt/be frustrated with himself as he isolates himself more and more; he doesnt know whats right anymore, he's angry at himself for how he doesnt know, and thus a part of him doesn't trust himself to be around the people he cares about .

essentially: in tkk3, daniel isn't fighting against a fellow karate student that might have turned out different if they had a better/more forgiving teacher. barnes has always been like that™ from the beginning, even without silver hiring him. daniel's main battle in the movie is with himself, because he is the one that takes the role that was filled by chozen in tkk2 and johnny in tkk1 before that. and it's actually kinda heartbreaking to see bc, again, daniel is a really nice kid and he's unknowingly being manipulated into becoming someone he's not, and he has to struggle to find the person he is again through the midst of all of this .

i think from the beginning the entire reason silver wanted to train daniel wasn't just so that he could separate him from mr miyagi or cause daniel to hurt himself or even teach him to be more like him. it was mainly to construct the internal conflict that i talked about earlier. he knows that his and miyagi's philosophies are fundamentally incompatible and that daniel doesn't really want to hurt anyone. so when daniel takes enough of silver's training to heart to punch a dude in the nose, silver is ecstatic—not because daniel took out his rage on someone, but because of the meltdown that daniel has afterwards. it's why when daniel confronts him about it silver has no qualms about revealing that he's the one that hired barnes and that surprise daniel its been me thats been ruining your life all along. because that part of his plan is essentially done. he has already caused the big emotional damage and from there on out its only a matter of "beat the shit out of this child at the karate tournament". yeah his intentions are kinda weird and muddled (thank you to ck for clearing it up and saying he was high on cocaine the entire time) but you cant deny that his character does a LOT for daniel's arc in this movie .

also kinda unrelated but. love how daniel ends up following silver in the first place primarily bc he got manipulated into thinking "mr miyagi will get hurt if i don't do this/i'm not strong enough to defend him against barnes". it makes me feel feelings and emotions. like daniel just loves his karate dad so much he'll give up being his student if it means his stupid dream tree business can succeed. daniel my son /affectionate. im about to fall over and die

[aroooheartzzz]

Wednesday x GP! fem! reader where reader is extremely jealous and possessive because of Wednesday being more around Xavier, so they end up having a rough sex

Jealousy

𐬺Content! Jealous Reader!, oral (R! Receiving), Rough sex!, slapping!, ass slapping,

Why was she always with him, what the hell was so

special about Xavier anyways, your blood boiled as you saw him flirting with your girlfriend. Wednesday

would claim she was busy but instead hanging with Him.

You had enough of it and decided to put a stop to it.

“Wednesday can I talk to you for a moment?” Wednesday gave you her signature glare before

nodding excusing herself from Xavier in return you turned and glared hard at him.

Once you and Wednesday made it into your shared

room. You roughly pushed her inside closing and locking the door behind you.

“Y/n what is the meaning of this—“ You cut

Wednesday off by grabbing her neck, your face mere inches away from hers.

“What the hell, is wrong with you Wednesday?! Hanging with him! You know how I feel about him being around you yet you hang with him instead of

me your own boyfriend”. Wednesday now sensed your jealousy.

To her it was rather hot seeing you so angry.

“Y/n your being ridiculous Xavier I have no interest in him at all—“ your hand tightened around

Wednesday’s neck to which she lets out a small gasp once you did it.

“That’s not the fucking point, — you know what I’m gonna show you better then I can tell you. Get in your

fucking knees now, oh and while your at it be a good girl and take my belt and pants off will you”

Wednesday looks up at you with such desire. Her hands fumbling with your belt once successfully getting off and onto the floor along with your pants.

She moves on to your boxers, Your cock stood hard and proud.

“C’mere” Wednesday Comes closer awaiting for your next Command.

“Now open your mouth” Wednesday did really have time to prepare herself. Was when you shoved your entire length down her throat.

You began to roughly face fuck her, you decided to pinch Her nose causing her to fully gag and choke around you.

“Fuck! Take it all you fucking slut” you let go of her nose pulling away fully Wednesdays eyes were glossy while spit was all around her chin.

It was long until you did it again you being balls deep down her throat while you kept her nose closed Wednesday tapped your thigh but you ignored her

“What’s the matter can’t take it hmm?” You pulled away once again. This time letting Wednesday catch her breathe.

“Stand up take your off your clothes and get on the bed” you looked so fucking hot to the raven haired girl she never seen you be so rough before and wasn’t gonna admit that she didn’t like it because she did.

“Such a fucking slut, hanging out with Xavier instead of me I bet He can’t fuck you like I can” you groaned. Wednesdays legs were spread wide for you and only you.

“N-no he can’t, Im sorry y/n I promise please” The Wednesday Addams was begging you were the first person to get her to beg.

“oh your begging now, I bet you begged Xavier to fuck you to didn’t you?” You flipped Wednesday On her stomach.

“Fucking count it out bitch” Smack! “One”. Smack! “Two”. Smack! “Three”. Smack “fuck Four!”. Her ass was now stinging and red something you loved to see you gripped and shook her ass to your licking.

You harshly shoved Wednesday off of you, onto her back again like she was before.

You aligned yourself up with her wet Pussy before slamming into her Roughly you began to pound her poor poor cunt into oblivion.

“Fuck! Y/n please S-slow down it’s too Much” Ignoring her you began to go faster and harder.

“Shut up” you say, you brought your hand up towards Wednesdays cheek as you slapped her hard causing her to Moan.

“shit so fucking Tight. Your Fucking Mine Wednesday only mine and Mine alone and forever do you fucking understand me!” You growled.

Wednesday couldn’t speak she was getting fucked so dumb and she loved it.

“I. Said. Do. You. Fucking. Understand. Me.” You said with each thrust and pounding of your hips.

“SHIT FUCK YES I UNDERSTAND Y/N!” You smiled at her loud moans.

“Now fucking cum for me slut now!” You rubbed fast tight circles on her clit her legs trembling.

“fuck I’m so close I’m about to cum so fucking deep into this sweet wet pussy, and it’s all fucking mine” you moaned out. With one last final Trust of your hips you both Released your Essence around each other.

You came deep inside happily.

“Don you ever think about Talking to him again, or Else. You. Are. Mine”.

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

Okay, finally caught up on the full VOD and here are some messy thoughts

...

So. UHHH. On a gut emotional level, I fucking hated that lmao. Whole chapter of my life finished with a bang and a whimper. Las Nevadas Labor Union is over, y'all. The boss just deny, defend, deposed himself. Holy shit.

On an intellectual, thematic level... I... can't really... argue with that? Like, we didn't actually expect a character that cc!Q explicitly said was inspired by Walter White to receive a happy ending or a functional relationship, did we? We were really high on our copium supply, good grief.

I could, and still might, write a whole meta about how c!Quackity has been passively suicidal with a foreshortened sense of future for a very long time. As far back as Doomsday, he didn't care if he lost his life, as long as he got to watch those who hurt him go down first. He declared so many times that he would die with his country. He was incessantly compared to c!Wilbur, both by other characters and by the narrative itself. He was fucking terrified of being betrayed again, but he always expected it, and moreover did nothing to prevent it. He told c!Foolish and c!Purpled outright that they would have every right to kill him for what he did to them. Didn't even consider making himself immortal with the revival book, instead focusing on making sure c!Dream would no longer have it. Didn't fight back when Slime killed him. Doubled down on his mistakes, and in hindsight rationalized everything as inevitable. Wrested back control the only way he knew how, following another's model. Las Nevadas was a broken institution, built by a man who had given up on fixing anything. His story was always about the self-perpetuating cycle of power and abuse.

This... isn't shocking, unfortunately. If anything, it was too obvious an ending.

I won't go too deep into the OOC implications, because they will make me sound... way more parasocial than I want to be. But I don't think it's controversial to say that the DSMP holds a lot of complicated, difficult, bittersweet memories for many of its former members. It does not surprise me at all that the ending cc!Q chose for his arc was an unhappy one. There are several possible conclusions I would have greatly preferred, but none could have realistically happened without Certain People returning. I wonder how aware the creator was of that, and how much those emotions bled into the writing.

And while I'm... still not certain how I feel about c!Quackity blowing himself up even after being given a second chance (I will always prefer "live and try to do better" à la Bojack Horseman for characters like this), I see the in-universe logic behind it, and everything up to that point was completely in character. Right down to his denial of having ever done the deed, boasting that his enemies deemed him important enough to kill, while ironically taking hollow pride in denying them the chance to take the revenge he so desperately sought for himself, showing no mercy to who he maybe subconsciously believed was his greatest obstacle to true glory... ughhh, c!Quackity makes me so fucking SAD you guys-

Ahem. Anyway. Could he have forgiven himself? Would he have ever accepted the forgiveness of others? Perhaps, perhaps not. In two other lives, those he unknowingly gave a second chance to, he did. q!Quackity went on living for the sake of someone he loved, knowing he, too, was loved. k!Quackity went on living until he found justice, knowing he did not deserve to be wronged. c!Quackity... what other legacy would he have left? Does he know what he truly wanted, before all that fear and hunger for control tainted his heart? Was he content to know someone would remember him with a shred of fondness? That he left a single positive impact? That his life did have a purpose?What if he knew that even some of those with the most reason to hate him still wanted him to be better?

I suppose one might imagine an open-ended resolution, exchanging that last shot of c!Q's last life vanishing with him riding Boner/Ossium away from the explosion and into the sunset to build a better legacy. What would that new legacy look like? I have no idea. I don't think he knows yet, either. But we can pick our favorite based on the day. Time travel is real, and canon is made up. We can do what we want forever now. Enjoy.

...

He's not a fucking gringo, though. c!Quackity is Mexican, importantly so, full fucking stop. Stop infecting him with more Trump particles than he already had. "Oh great, a foreigner" honestly FUCK you Alex. 0/10 for that

[avonne-writes]

ma’am what is this sex robot thing….. it seems I have missed something 👀

Hahaha I mentioned it here 😄 16-year-old HS Bucky has a fantasy where he's a sex android that Gale purchases. I wrote a drabble about this for you (explicit!):

Edit: posted on AO3 too

"Our new model." A faceless man in generic cyberpunk clothes gestures at Bucky’s naked body. "A significant upgrade from the last one."

Out of the shadows, a figure steps forward. He's lean and graceful, and his plump lips look glossy in the lights of the android store. There’s a smile playing about his mouth. His shoulder-length blond locks are a spun gold so pure that no synthetic android hair could ever replicate it. The collar of his sleek black coat is turned up around a silk scarf, and neon blue shades hide his eyes. It’s hard to see whether he’s pleased with his order or not.

Still, from the tilt of his head, Bucky can tell that he’s looking at him, assessing whether he’s worth his price. Up from his toes, over his calves, the strong muscles of his thighs, to his cock, long and hard between his spread legs, pressed to a toned stomach even Ronaldo would admire. When the stranger's gaze reaches that point, he steps into Bucky’s space, smirks, then reaches out to run his gloved fingers up along Bucky's cock, where he swipes his thumb over the head. -

"Fuck." Bucky moans under his breath as his muscles tense to thrust forward.

For a moment, he freezes. Shit! He didn’t mean to make a sound. Did his mom hear? He listens intently, but there’s nothing but the lazy stream of water from the shower and the beats of his frantically pounding heart. Sighing in relief, Bucky puts his left hand back on the shower tiles and starts moving his right fist over his hard cock again. Letting his wet curls fall over his forehead, he bows his head and watches the circle of his fingers move up and down in rhythm with his pleasure until it gets too good to keep his eyes open. -

This time, he’s standing naked in an all-beige living room where unrecognizable robotic gadgets buzz on the walls. His owner sits on a beige couch with his legs spread and his sunglasses off. The black coat still drapes over his back. His hand, bare now, pulls Bucky's cock away from his stomach to guide the tip of it to those shiny, slick pink lips of his.

"You should say my name more often." Gale says mischievously. His tongue darts out to flick against the drooling head of Bucky's cock. Again and again, from different angles until he finds the best one.

"I’m here to serve you." Android Bucky replies, his artificial voice strained with sensory overload as Gale deep throats him like it’s the easiest thing in the world. When he pulls off, it’s like a vice milking Bucky of everything he’s worth.

"Mmm, but you're serving me." Gale replies in a sultry voice, deep and satisfied. "You’re so good for me, Bucky." -

Panting, Bucky blinks and squeezes the root of his cock to keep himself from coming where he stands under the hot shower. He knows that edging is supposed to make coming even better, but whenever he gets himself to the brink, he can't hold himself back for more than five minutes. He just can’t. One thought of Gale on top of him and he loses it. He doesn’t even need his imagination, just the memory of the three blowjobs Gale has given him so far is enough. A flickering recollection of pink lips around his cock, blue eyes -

- looking up at him like they want him to lose control, to thrust up and take what he aches for, and his thighs clench to thrust as he gives in and tries to fuck Gale's mouth. But suddenly, Gale's hands are on his hips holding him down, and Gale’s pulling off him with a wet little sound that -

- echoes in the shower stall. Bucky's going to run away if his mom hears him now but he’s barely able to hold back. He chokes back his moans and presses his forehead to his left to stabilize himself. His hand speeds up on his throbbing cock, pulling the pleasure out roughly -

- as though Gale owns him, like he wants Bucky tied to him through this too. A bed creaks under Bucky's weight, his bed, but he’s still a sex robot for Gale's pleasure, he’s just there to make Gale feel good, and Gale wants to feel good by making Bucky come until he can’t anymore. This is Bucky's main use, satisfying him, being good for him.

"That's it." Gale smiles at him, blue eyes fixed on Bucky’s as he draws him closer to bliss. "You're gonna sit there and take it. My Bucky." -

"Yes." Bucky whispers as the heat rises in his chest and -

- Gale throws his head back and moans, his lips parted around his pleasure and his eyes half-lidded when he looks at Bucky again.

"Oh Bucky, you’re so good. You're the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen." He rides Bucky's cock with abandon. They've never done this before but moving inside Gale's body is instinctive, it’s what Bucky was made for. It’s both of their first times but there’s nothing awkward about it, just steady rapture because Bucky's cock finds Gale's sweet spot every single time.

And when Gale cries out and tightens around him -

- Bucky comes all over his own fist and the tiles in thick ropes. He comes so long that he thinks he might lose his balance. Stars dance behind his closed eyes.

God...

It's so good.

It feels like it lasts forever. It might have been an entire minute this time. Bucky's gonna measure it one day.

Huffing through his nose to keep his noises inside, he slowly opens his eyes again and looks around. Gradually, the bliss fades. Nothing changed. He’s still in the shower, and no one walked in on him. His mom doesn’t seem to have heard. She's probably downstairs still, making food for when Gale’s coming over later today. It’s all good, thank God.

Bucky needed these precious few minutes of self-care if he's to get through the night sharing a bed with Gale and not being allowed to touch him under his pyjamas. It’s been getting harder to do that since they started fooling around.

Harder, ha.

He snorts to himself and cleans up the mess he’s made, finishing up in a few seconds then stepping out of the stall. Since he forgot to bring himself any clothes but the pyjamas he came in wearing, he just wraps a towel around his hips and walks back to his room with the pjs thrown over his shoulder.

What he doesn’t expect is that when he walks through the door, instead of an empty room, he finds his boyfriend lying fully clothed on his back in Bucky's bed and looking like the meal a Marvel supervillain would taunt the starving hero with. Bucky takes one look at him and feels all his muscles tense upon realizing just how naked he is in front of him.

"Hi." Gale smiles sweetly.

Bucky feels like a pervert.

"Hi Buck." He might be embarrassed, but he tries to channel his inner android for confidence. Soon enough, when they're both ready, Gale's going to see and touch him completely naked anyway. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I was just bored so I came over early." Gale stretches, gives Bucky a once-over, then blushes and averts his eyes. "Did you just take a shower at 3 pm?"

Bucky hides his cringing face by turning to look for clothes in his closet. "I was sweaty."

That makes Gale laugh. Quickly, before he loses his confidence, Bucky drops his towel and throws clean clothes on. The whole thing lasts less than ten seconds, but he’s still nervous when he turns back around to look at Gale’s face. He knows his body doesn’t exactly look like Ronaldo's - yet - but Gale’s hair isn’t made of actual gold either. It should be fine.

And it is, because when his gaze lands on Gale again, he realizes that Gale has closed his eyes. There’s a pink flush on his cheeks, but otherwise, he seems calm and comfortable as Bucky skips over to him and throws himself into a hug so enthusiastic that the bed creaks.

"Bucky." Gale giggles, drawing out the last syllable, but he doesn’t make any attempts to get out of the whirlwind embrace.

Bucky cups his warm cheeks and kisses him. "Wanna play something?"

"Yes." Beaming, Gale steals a kiss in return. "Cyberpunk 2077?"

[nubuckleather]

Also for the kiss ask, eddiejosh and 8 please

on the flip side from my last fill, here’s something happier and fluffier for the evening (and longer! it ran away from me a little bit)

8. … in secret

Josh wasn’t sure what he was doing at the Grant-Nash Christmas party.

“You’re my date!” Maddie said.

“You have a husband,” Josh pointed out.

Maddie raised her eyebrows. “I’ll have a husband again after he sleeps off the peppermint schnapps. Until then, he belongs to Karen.”

“How modern of you,” Josh said with a grin. Maddie hummed in agreement. Her eyes were glittering with levity, or maybe just the reflections of the Christmas lights. Athena and Bobby had really gone all out. They were everywhere.

“Oh, Athena just put out more canapés!” Maddie said, already moving back towards the kitchen.

“What about being my date?” Josh called, but she was already gone.

“Can’t keep a good woman, huh?” somebody said from behind him.

Josh turned toward Eddie Diaz. “Did you think that one through? Pretty sure I could lob a devastating comeback at you of all people pretty easily.”

“But you didn’t,” Eddie replied mischievously, his eyes dancing with mirth. It was a good look on him. “Must be a Christmas miracle.”

“You look good,” Josh said. Eddie flushed. “I mean—you look happy. Unless it’s just that you’re finally able to smile without the weight of that mustache.”

“I am, uh, really happy,” Eddie said. “I don’t know if you heard but—Chris is back. For good. Got on last week. He’s here tonight, actually. He helped Bobby and Athena decorate. You can blame all the lights on him. He’s always loved stretching the limit of how many are safe to plug in.”

“That’s great!” Josh said. “I mean, not his apparent disregard for electrical fires. Him being home. I’m really happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Eddie said. “You know, uh, Josh, you look good tonight, too.” The tips of his ears were bright pink.

Josh felt frozen and hot all over. “Eddie,” he chuckled, “you’re not flirting with me, are you?”

Eddie had a stubborn sort of set to his brow. “Maybe I’m tired of trying to keep a good woman,” he said.

Josh laughed delightedly. “You know, I’m not a very good man.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Eddie said, entirely too genuinely. Shit, Josh was going to have to kiss him about it, wasn’t he?

Above the general noise of party chatter, Chimney’s voice broke out. “Time for Christmas carols!” he cheered, and then he and Karen launched into God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman and Carol of the Bells simultaneously and not a particularly in tune.

“While everyone’s distracted by that,” Josh said, “you want to get out of here?”

“I can’t go far,” Eddie said. “My son’s here.” It came out of him all giddy. Josh definitely had to kiss him about that.

“Bathroom work?” he said.

Eddie tasted like canapés and gingerbread and joy. Josh couldn’t get enough, so he pushed Eddie up against Athena’s hand towels and groaned into Eddie’s mouth as Eddie cupped his ass. Faintly, he could hear Chim and Karen switching into Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!, but it couldn’t quite permeate their blissful little bubble.

Josh pressed a kiss into Eddie’s upper lip. Eddie nipped along Josh’s jawline. Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Dad, are you in there?” It was Chris. Eddie went stiff under Josh’s hands. “Denny and I are gonna take the kids around the block to look at the lights, okay? Maddie and Hen said it was okay.”

Eddie’s mouth moved for a bit without anything coming out. Josh backed up to give him some space. “Sounds good, Chris!” he finally managed. “You watch out for them, okay?”

“I will,” Chris said. “Hey, don’t spend to long in there. You’ll miss the party.”

Neither Eddie nor Josh said anything as they listened to him walk away from the door.

“He’s a good kid,” Josh said, finally.

“I know,” Eddie said.

“I don’t want you to miss the party,” Josh said, leaning in.

“I don’t want to miss this,” Eddie said, leaning in closer.

Their lips met in another heated kiss that went down warmer than Chimney’s peppermint schnapps. It was an excellent Christmas party. Josh was so glad to have been invited.

Send me a ship and a kiss!

Accepting buddie, eddietommy, and eddiejosh

[emswritingsstuff]

Idk if you’d feel like writing this(I’d probably end up short if you did bc I can’t brainstorm much of what would happen but I still love the idea)

when Daryl punched Negan, instead of killing Glenn(rip man) he killed US instead, Daryl’s lover 🤭 I love him sm and he’s been through so much pain, but he needs to suffer more 🫶 fem or gn reader, idm :)

The Lineup (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

warnings/notes: pretty self-explanatory. HEAVY angst, reader death, gorey violence. also the "he needs to suffer more" is CRAZY. this has been living in my drafts since august so i'm excited (ig?) to finally post this.

WC: 1.2k

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The air was cold, but tensions were hot. Everyone's breaths were obvious in the dark, but also brightly lit area they found themselves in. 

Knees on the ground, everyone frozen but somehow shaking. Daryl was in rougher shape than most but not wanting to admit it himself. Opting to play up the tough face he always seemed to have. More so now than usual. He could see the way you were trembling in the corner of his eyes, quivering like a tiny dog. 

There’s been moments he’s seen you terrified, but this wasn’t like any other. When a psycho with a barbed wire bat was making you pay for your wrongs, it was hard to remain calm. Nothing the man, Negan, had said had really processed in Daryl’s brain, just silent rage and fear brewing inside of him. 

The sick game Negan played fell on deaf ears. Everyone silently watched as the bat made its way around. As Daryl watched the bat cycle through the group, he felt himself tense involuntarily every time it landed near you. He didn’t care what happened to him, but if a single scratch landed on you, Negan would be a dead man. No doubt. 

Once the bat eventually landed on Abraham, a sense of relief washed over him, but only for a moment. 

But every calm feeling he had in his body soon escaped as he saw the bat swing down. 

The events before him had become a blur. A red messy blur. Not only from the blood splattered all around the ground but also from the rage Daryl was feeling. Your heavy breaths could be heard in one ear, Rosita and Sasha’s sobs in the other. With all of it accompanied by wet cracking noises as Negan’s bat kept swinging down. 

As Abraham's now mutilated body laid twitching, Daryl was attempting to think of a solution to get out of this. To get you, and everyone out. 

As the cries got louder, Negan terrorized the group more. More specifically Rosita. As he brought the bat up to her face and flung Abraham's blood on her, Daryl felt something in him snap. 

Like he was controlling himself outside of his body. All the pain he had previously felt fading away into adrenaline coursing through his veins. 

He sprung at Negan and tried to take him down. Only to be quickly pulled off him and pinned down by his men, Daryl’s own crossbow being pointed to his head by Dwight. 

“No! Oh no. That? Oh my, that…is a no-no. The whole bit, not one bit of that shit flies here,” Negan’s act paused for a minute as he spoke, only for him to lock back into it. His bat was pointed at Daryl, looking like he was ready to end him right there. Daryl caught a glimpse of you, a terrified expression with glistening cheeks. 

Daryl felt the crossbow move closer to his head, Dwight getting ready to pull the trigger. “Want me to do it? Right here.” Dwight’s tone sounded eager, which Daryl sees makes you tense up even more. 

Even with your obvious fear, Daryl found himself not caring if he lived or died. Only thing he cared about was doing his best to protect you, and the family he had grown fond of all these years. If he was to get an arrow to the head right there, he wouldn’t mind. He would die knowing he had you, and that was okay with him. 

As if saved by the bell, Negan scoffed with a slight laugh. “No, you don’t get to kill them, not until you try a little.” Negan ordered the men to put Daryl back in the lineup, much to Dwight’s disappointment. Daryl could sense you relax, content with himself that he managed to get out of that situation even if he didn’t fight his way through. He was too focused on you though, only to be brought back to reality once Negan opened his mouth. 

“And anyway, that’s not how it works…” Negan paced around after he spoke. A long silence piercing the air. All until Negan started to speak again. 

“So,” he pauses for a beat, “back to it.” As he spoke, he subtly readied his bat. Enough to where no one saw his next move coming. 

In a blur of a motion, Negan lifted his bat and swung it down. Right onto your head. 

A cracking sound caused Daryl to look over, horrified with the sight before him. Your body laid limp on the ground, unlike Abraham, the blow had knocked you down instantly. Red blood shined and sunk into the ground. It wasn’t a lot, not yet at least. 

Daryl was frozen, unmoving. He felt his stomach churn. This was his fault. If he had just stayed in line, this mess would’ve blown over. You’d be safe. 

You’d be alive. 

As the bat swung down again, Daryl felt himself jump. The wet whacking sound made him feel even more nauseous. He was attempting to think of things to make the moment go by quicker, just wanting the Hell he was stuck in to end. But it was really never going to end. 

His mind flashed back to when everything had first started, when everything was still so uncertain. Back when he had lost Merle, you’d stuck by his side. 

He was scared to let you go, even if his stubborn personality would never make him admit it. The constant pushing away and cold hearted facade he had never seemed to phase you. Never once had you given up on him, even at his weakest moments. 

Having you around always gave him hope. A sort of hope that everything could be normal, hope that he would never have to suffer alone again. 

A simple “I’ll never leave you,” you had once spoken to him rang in his head. Of course you held true to that, how could you not? Nothing he could’ve said or have done could have made you go. 

And he’d never forgotten that. 

A third whack brought him out of these thoughts. Glancing over, all he managed to see was Negan’s silhouette and the bat. Blood dripped from the wire, as well as soaked the wood. Daryl tried to convince himself that what he was seeing was some sort of hallucination. Something that he had conjured up in his head due to all the blood he had lost. 

But Negan whipped his bat in Daryl’s direction, causing the blood that coated the wire to splatter on his face. Confirming it was real, too real. 

Looking at everyone’s trembling figures, his face softened up but only for a moment, “I am sorry, I truly am. But I did say, no exceptions!” He again brought the bat down onto your mangled, driving home the fact that there was no saving you. 

Whack after whack Daryl disassociated more and more, begging and even pleaded to be freed from the Hell he brought upon himself. But once again Negan's voice brought him back to the harsh reality. 

“You all are a bunch of pussies, I’m just getting started,” he stated as he paused for a moment, quickly returning to beating your body senselessly. All Daryl could feel was the now cold blood on his face and arms. He couldn’t take it.

You were gone because of him. That was all his fault, and he had to live with that. Forever. 

And for him, that’s a fate worse than death.

[klara-v-klyare]

Never thought I would ever think (absolutely not post) anything like this here. But, fuck, I have this disgusting thing to ever acknowledge about myself, but I've *never been in the group where you acknowledge your shit and people support you, 'cause I don't live in the country, where anyone pretends to ever care*.

Okay, my reason to ever address this is my irritation. So, if you haven't figured out, I'm talking about a severe case of alcoholism. Like, no jokes,I've got like 8 years strong and you all irritate me writing Logan like some amateur pussy. That he is vomiting after all this time. Sorry, I'm fucking laughing at this (and at myself, but it's sarcastic and desperate, 'cause, I guess, nothing fun about being despised by yourself and the people you know). But, well, it's still okay, you just live and try.

Okay, what I wanted to tell you first-handed, that after some time you would never experience your usual signs of hangover, if you really drink THAT much. No throwing up, no headache, no nothing like that. Sounds good, doesn't it?

Nah, you've got a completely new thing, because your body starts to get used to the alcohol tolerance. Like you can drink a lot of shit and you don't get drunk. You still feel sober, like awful, but still sober. Until you aren't.

And then you start going throw a very interesting thing, where you start missing the usual hangover routine. You never gonna vomit again, never gonna have a descent understandable headache.

All you're gonna feel like for 15 hours when it's starts to really happen is really not knowing how to fucking breath. You're gonna feel, like your consciousness is trying to leave your body and you have to control every fucking breath you take and try to not lose control. Your blood pressure is going to stratosphere. Yeah, you pretty much feel like you're dying and you can't do anything about it. Just try to breathe. Gotta feel so fucking interesting with the healing factor.

If it's getting worse you get to the point of delerium tremens (fun, been there, done that). Hallucinations are fun like for few seconds, then you want to kill somebody around or come off through the window to make it stop. Imagine this happen to unkillable Wolverine, who can kill whoever and never gonna die. Fuck, my dear precious everything.

So, what I'm talking about really. Search the withdrawals and all this shit for Logan's fictional sake. Yeah, sounds stupid, but I'm pretty sure he's got it much and much worse than me, after like hundred plus years.

Okay, all I want you to get out of this is kinda an understanding from people who never faced it that alcoholism is not what you know of it from your party time experience, just because you've got few fun nights, where you don't remember things you did.

It's unraveling and more difficult and, I don't know, maybe you want to be a little more authentic about our favourite fucked up Wolverine.

I'm absolutely sure, his alcoholism after all this years is even more difficult than he himself is.

And, yeah, it's pointless post, but I feel like no one really get it. The Worst Wolverine aka Logan made me feel kinda understood for being fucked up in the alcoholic way.

He is just a loser after all, despite his incredible potential abilities. But he's doing good, he's found a whole family in a new fucking universe after years of shit.

He gives me hope, that I can go better about my life, even if it's shit.

Maybe, we can all do better.

[munson24]

Ok ok so this is in my brain tonight 🫣

Platonic Simon x plus size reader, John Price x plus size reader.

So she works for Laswell and she’s an undercover agent of sorts, used to be on the battle field until she was taken hostage and tortured for months before her team could find her. Laswell is sorta like her protector, she’s watched her go from sergeant to undercover operative.

Laswell has sent her on missions through out the last couple years with Ghost and reader and Ghost are opposites in terms of Ghost is silent and almost unapproachable, while she is talkative and approachable. Anyways at first Ghost doesn’t think she can do the job, not because she’s plus size but because he just don’t trust her even tho something in him says to. The mission was hard and rough both of them taking injuries but nothing fatal.

Durning the second mission Laswell sent them on Ghost mentioned his Captain and how reader and him wouldn’t get along very well cause she doesn’t do well with orders. On that same mission Reader saves Ghost by disobeying an order from the Lieutenant.

Ghost and Reader stay connected and meet up when for tea/coffee when they both are on leave. (They also have each others number and regularly chat and send dad jokes and stupid shit) so when reader goes ghost (see what I did there) for more than a week Simon gets a bit antsy. By the 3rd week he’s more than worried knowing they are in the same field of work anything could’ve happened.

Reader finally found what she was looking for, for the last 3 weeks durning this mission. She calls for extraction, when shit hits the fan and her cover as a host for a nasty rich group of men hits blown. She fights her way out and watches as the place blows as she drives away to extraction point. Once she gets the device to Laswell, she realizes her phone has been broke since a week prior because of mishap with one of the nasty dudes. So she goes out the next day to get a new phone and she walks past the café her and Simon go to and see Simon. She immediately stops and goes in, she walks right up to Simon and says something stupid like ” what’s a shaken bacon” with a wink. And Simon just stares at her unmoving because he’s been waiting on a call from Laswell informing him of your death, but here you stand in front of him with a stupid line. Simon stands up and grabs and hugs her (this may be outta character but I don’t really care😎) she laughs and hugs him back. They sit down and she explains why she hasn’t been in contact and she was just on her way to get a new phone. Simon is all but relieved that she is fine other than some minor injuries. They spent the day together and they chill at Her apartment. (Simons is small and dingy)

Time skip big time, 3 years and later.

The 141 needs a undercover man for this specific mission against the cartel, so Price calls up Laswell and Laswell knowing reader would fit and work perfectly with the 141 told Price she had just the “man” for the job.

Reader gets a call from Laswell saying she has her a mission and it will be a dangerous one at that. Reader packs a suit case and heads out to the base where the 141 are located.(which seems familiar..)

Reader who is taken back when she meets the infamous Captain John Price, who not only Laswell has spoken highly of but also Simon(Ghost). She likes the way he holds himself and the confidence he holds as well has his whole appearance. But she doesn’t think he likes her already because of the intense look he’s giving her.

She meets Johnny and Kyle and already knows they are gonna get alone just fine.

*Skipping the debrief and the getting out into the mission*

Reader deep into the mission getting antsy because she hasn’t heard from anyone since the 4th day, now on day 9 and getting close to ending point.

Price and the team who are fighting Cartel soldiers almost everyday or protecting people from them. Price who can’t stop worrying about reader tho he knows she can handle herself. (He’s seen her records even the hidden ones only for Laswells knowledge)

Ghost who tries to make contact with reader but nothing but static comes through and once again he’s worried she may be in trouble or dead.

141 who is ready to go in and take down the main hide out, (where reader is) but cannot get in contact with her.

Reader who is currently tied and gagged to a chair because they found her out. Reader who’s ear device to get in contact with 141 has been destroyed and is laying on the table with torture weapons that will soon be used on her….

Reader who refuses to give any information and says she’s working alone. (They don’t believe her)

141 who has no information if reader is dead or alive and has no choice but to go in anyways. (they’ve been waiting)

Ghost who hopes they find her and not dead (not dead just bloody and ready to kill these mfs baby)

Johnny who can tell reader is the girl Simon always mentions and is now worried for both her and Simon (plus she seems cool)

Reader who gets the a little room to move and uses it kick backwards and tip the chair over to break it. Reader who got the attention of the men who was torturing her and knew it was a matter of seconds before they came in ready to kill her.

Reader who picked up the dagger laying on the table and as soon as the door open ran to kill her attacker.

Reader who goes down the hall and the steps to the second floor killing anyone who steps in her way, reader who is now covered head to toe in blood not knowing if it’s hers or theirs.

141 who made their way up to the second floor after hearing screaming and gun fire.

Captain Price who was ready to give the order to strike but waited as he saw someone covered in blood taking down men half their size and mass.

Captain Price who soon realized it was reader and gave the order to move in and help her.

Ghost who was already moving before Price said anything because she recognized it was reader by the way she moved and killed.

(The 141 watching her kill understanding why her call sign is “Red eye” seeing as she prefers to kill through the eyes)

141 and reader who took down anyone who was left in the building and got the information they needed.

Reader who was half way to the extraction point with the 141 before she collapsed from exhaustion, dehydration, and blood loss.

Price and Ghost was walking one either side of her and both went to catch her. Ghost picking her up and Price steady right behind him.

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If you’d like to use this to make a story I do give permission, I’d just like to be tagged please. These are my thought and stories so please do tag if you use them. Thank you.

(P.s there will be a part 2, especially with more Price)

(Also I kinda hinted at Simon and Johnny being closer than normal… but yeh 🤭)







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Squealing Santa 2024 - What You Enjoy

fic descript: Basically plotless banter and tickles lmao. Eddie and Steve teasing each other before Steve starts tickling the shit out of Eddie - and doesn't stop until Eddie admits he's having fun.

~A/N  - Happy Squealing Santa everybody!!!

This year I will be gifting a fic to the wonderful @theoncelee , who requested a Stranger Things fic with Steve and Eddie :D

I hope you've all had a wonderful festive season, and are looking after yourselves as well as the ones you love <333

- Enoy! ~

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"Are you even listening?" Eddie asked Steve, interrupting his own monologue explaining his latest Dungeons and Dragons campaign idea in excruciating detail.

The pair had been sitting on Eddie's bed for the last half hour, exchanging their Christmas gifts and catching up on what each other had been up to in the few days since they had last had the chance to see each other. Both had families who demanded their full attendance for whatever Christmas activities were planned, and so the boys had to settle for a very belated celebration with each other.

Steve - who admittedly had been focusing more on Eddie than what Eddie was saying for the last few minutes - pulled an interested face before nodding. "Of course."

"Oh yeah?" Eddie raised an eyebrow. "What exactly did you gather from the last encounter I just explained."

Steve grinned. "That you're cute when you're nerdy."

Eddie groaned. "Shut up you dork! At least I have something I've worked on for years that isn't attached to my scalp."

"Hey!" Steve jabbed his partner in the ribs, earning a yelp. "I happened to have many things i like doing."

Eddie scoffed playfully, "Oh yeah? Name something you like doing."

Steve wiggled his eyebrows with a suggestive look, eyeing Eddie up and down.

"Oh my god." Eddie rolled his eyes with a laugh, leaning backwards onto his elbows. "You're such a dork!"

The moment the taunt left Eddie's lips, Steve leapt from his seated position to almost completely looming over his boyfriend. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of Eddie's ribs, legs putting just enough pressure on Eddie's left thigh to add a slight sense of entrapment.

"Say that again." Steve growled, a smirk on his face.

Eddie smirked right back. "Say what? That you're a dork?"

"One. More. Time." Steve continued, poking Eddie in the ribs with each word.

"Steheve!" Eddie yelped, immediately going slightly pink at the cheeks. "Quihit it!"

Satisfied, Steve leant backwards into a kneeling position.

With the newfound freedom for his upper body, Eddie regained some of his attitude, whispering a single "dork" under his breath.

"Right, you asked for it!" Steve grinned, launching himself on top of Eddie's hips and raising his hands into claws.

"STEVE NONONONO WAHAIT!" Eddie squealed, attempting to intercept Steve's hands as they descended onto his stupidly ticklish sides.

Luck was not on Eddie's side that day, but Steve's fingers certainly were. The man was playing Eddie's ribs like a bass guitar, skillfully finding each ticklish gap between the bones to elicit the most authentic, uncontrollable, giggly laughter from his boyfriend.

"Huh," Steve commented above the sound of Eddie's hysteria. "I guess this is another thing I enjoy doing!"

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!" Eddie whined, his hands moving from batting half-heartedly at Steve's to covering his face.

"Aaaaand." Steve vibrated all ten fingers as he spoke. "I know you enjoy this too."

'WHAHAT?!" Eddie cackled, unable to tell whether he was more red from the tickling or the commentary.

Steve lessened the intensity of his attack briefly, letting his fingers delicately trace over the bare skin on Eddie's lower stomach that had been revealed in the tussle. "Oh please, you knew exactly what was coming, yet you didn't even try to escape."

Eddie's hands were practically super-glued to his face at this point, soft giggles escaping through the gaps in his fingers.

"And if this is your attempt at fighting back Eddie," Steve gestured to his partner's body language. "I'm a little concerned."

"Oh fuck off." Eddie giggled, lightly slapping Steve's leg.

Steve leant closer, pressing a kiss to Eddie's neck (and making him squeak in surprise as he scrunched up). "Not until you admit it!"

Before Eddie could protest, Steve latched onto Eddie's hip bones and began massaging his thumbs in small circles around the joint. And, just to add insult to injury, he continued peppering small kisses into Eddie's neck.

"IHI DOHOHON'T!" Eddie squeaked, goosebumps shooting down his back every time Steve's lips made contact with his ridiculously ticklish skin.

"Eddie~" Steve sang. "I know you're just refusing so I tickle you longer."

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!"

"You're not even denying it!"

"STEHEHEVE!"

"Just admit it!" Steve grinned, suddenly shooting his hands under Eddie's armpits and wriggling his thumbs into the centre. "I promise I'll keep going!"

"OKAHAYOKAHAHAYOKAHAY FIHIHIHINE!" Eddie screeched.

Steve paused, his hands frozen under Eddie's arms.

"THIS IS FUHUN! This is greheat! Just plehease move sohomewhere ehelse I cahan't..."

Steve chuckled, tugging his hands out and resting them on Eddie's chest. "You holding up ok?"

Eddie threw his arm over his face again, nestling into the crook of his elbow, and nodded.

"Alright then, where were we..."

[starrymused]

Why did Kwang-sun put distance between them? Or did he just have to stand up in order to say what he needed to? Dae sometimes had to pace around his office whenever he was dealing with difficult vendors. He watched the other quietly, sensing that him bringing up this observation had ruffled him a bit. At least, it was enough to make his hands go all fidgety.

Even though he wanted to jump in and refute certain points, Dae waited until Kwang-sun said everything. Communication. He had to focus on that. They both needed to. When he was sure Kwang-sun was done, Dae smiled. "You're annoying as hell, you know that? But... I get it, too." In his own Kwang-sun way, he was just trying to look out for him.

"I'm not into older men because of it. I don't need to go to a therapist to know that." He knew he should go to a therapist and he would, but not to confirm that. He shook his head. "You won't fuck me up. That stuff with the drugs — it's in the past. It's behind us. I'm not going to hold that over you or use it against you if you make me mad." He really wouldn't.

"I've never felt as clear-headed as I do now and I don't want to be seen as a person who can't know what he wants or have his own agency because of what happened to him. I've never felt more free. More in control of my own life. Yeah, I should go to therapy and I will. But why can't I have more than that?" Therapy would be a long-term thing and he didn't want to wait that out before he could be seen as someone who was "safe" to be with. He wanted both.

"Let's recap," Dae said as he leaned forward on the couch. "I don't have a fixation on older men because of what happened. The thought has never crossed my mind. You aren't like him at all, so don't draw any comparisons. Not even in age." Dae's gaze softened. "You feel guilty about getting me on Fake Love. Well, don't. We're past that and it isn't like it harmed me. It actually helped me through bad shit, so it actually benefited me. I forgive you for that, if you need to hear me say that."

Dae felt confident speaking like this. He knew what to say and how to say it. "I'd like to try this with you. Whatever it turns out to be. Maybe I was a bit too forward the first time, afraid that if I didn't say it then that I'd never get the chance to. If you're unsure about a relationship with me, then that's fair. That's normal, isn't it?" People had to date before they committed to that kind of thing. "We could hang out more. See where it goes." He paused and looked away with a hint of a smile. No, Dae-seong. No looking away. Look back. He looked back.

"And if you really don't want to try it, then we won't. I won't bring it up to you again." It wasn't a threat or anything; just clear intentions. If Kwang-sun didn't want to give it a go, then Dae would accept his defeat and let it go.

"That's because you're spending too much time with Ivanov," Kwang-sun muttered. He fell quiet, though, allowing Dae to talk about his date further.

Great. He was coming around to the reality of --

Oh, goddammit.

"What? No! Shit," He made a face at the idea of being comparable to Yang. "I mean, it--it's not like---"

Actually, no that had kind of been a concern. But not the way Dae was describing it.

He got up and went to stand by his liquor cabinet. It felt more grounding over there. Also he didn't have any Fake Love on him.

"You are a pain in the ass," he grunted, although there wasn't any heat behind his words. He ran his hands through his hair, then down his face. Then he turned back to Dae-seong.

"Look. If you're so insistent that you know what you want, fine," he said finally. "But how the fuck was I supposed to respond without feeling like I was taking advantage of you? As much as I hate to admit it, Yang and I are --" He made a face. "--Similar. If only in age. And to be fair, I did fuck you up before. With the drugs. And like -- if I didn't get to know you, I wouldn't feel bad about that at all."

None of who Jack hired were saints, Dae-seong included, but he still felt guilty over it.

"And who's to say you're not into older men because of that trauma? Like, fuck, at least go to a therapist and confirm it," he muttered. "I don't want to fuck you up any more than I have, Dae-seong."

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Would love to read an a/b/o atla fanfic where the pack isn't complete until zuko joins them, as he ends up being the pack omega that's necessary for the group to function peacefully and effectively