#(i mean come ON i don’t wanna spoil much but something happens in the last episode that makes me SCREAM)

[unclewaynemunson]

Eddie has this habit of feeding the stray cats around the trailer. Sometimes, he’ll even give the occasional raccoon something to snack on. He’s done it ever since he moved in with Wayne, spending hours crouched down on the ground with a pile of tuna cans beside him and an ever-growing flock of cats around him.

‘Just don’t let ‘em come inside,’ was all Wayne would say about it, keeping his distance from the whole circus around Eddie’s legs.

And Eddie sticks to that rule. He tests Wayne’s limits by letting the animals come up onto the porch or feeding them scraps through the kitchen window, but he never lets them set foot inside the trailer, respecting the very last bit that’s left of Wayne’s personal space.

Until he doesn’t, of course.

Wayne comes home one day to find Eddie stretched out on his back on the wobbly old couch with the tiniest black-and-white kitten curled up on his chest.

‘Ed, you know the rule,’ Wayne reminds him without so much as a greeting, annoyance dripping from his voice. ‘Can’t afford shots and cat food. Not enough space. And I don’t wanna find cat hair everywhere.’

‘But look at him, Wayne!’ says Eddie, almost begging - and if the baby cat does nothing to melt his cold heart, his nephew’s wide eyes most certainly do.

‘He won’t survive out there by himself,’ Eddie whines. ‘I found him hidden under the trailer because the other cats kept attacking him! And I promise you he isn’t mean; he didn’t bite me even when I picked him up! I’ll pay for everything and keep him in my room, you won’t even notice he’s here!’

Wayne wants to argue, he really does, but honestly, what argument can be made against those eyes? It’s goddamn unfair is what it is.

‘You sure that’s what you wanna be usin’ your hard-earned drug money for?’ Wayne grumbles. He’s never felt like he had the authority to reprimand Eddie about his sources of income, nor does he have the energy to lecture him about it, but he’s definitely amused by the extremely non-badass way the boy decides to spend his shady money.

Eddie grins, looking like the textbook definition of innocence with that tiny kitten on his chest and the dimples in his cheek, his black clothes and tattoos not doing anything in the slightest to counter that - not in Wayne’s eyes, at least.

‘Yeah, what else would I be using it for?’ he says, completely serious, and Wayne can see so clearly how well Eddie knows he’s got his uncle wrapped around his finger. There’s still nothing he can do to stop it, but maybe that’s not so bad. He doesn’t really mind being wrapped around Eddie’s finger, anyway.

So Wayne only huffs, knowing there’s no stopping Eddie and resigning himself to the fact that he apparently has a new roommate now - no matter what Eddie promised, there’s no way he’ll keep that little monster confined to his own bedroom.

---

And so it happens that Shadowfax becomes the third member of the Munson household. Or at least, that’s his official name, the one Eddie uses. Wayne prefers calling him “the little monster,” which is a way more accurate name if you ask him - which, needless to say, nobody does.

Eddie spoils the little monster rotten, with the consequence that Wayne has to share his food with him whenever Eddie’s out and that he’s always crying for attention when Eddie isn’t present to give it to him. That’s how Wayne ends up, not even three weeks in, with the little monster nestled in his lap as he’s watching tv. No, it has nothing to do with the fact that his purring has a relaxing rhythm, or with the softness of his fur, or the warmth of his tiny body... And certainly not with the disarming effect of a stubborn little stray cat seeking his company, feeling comfortable enough around him to let himself fall asleep in his lap. No, that doesn’t remind him in the slightest of that one evening about two months after he had taken Eddie in and Eddie fell asleep on the couch with his head against Wayne’s shoulder. Not at all. He’s just too lazy to put the little monster away when he dares to invade his personal space.

And when Eddie comes home that night to find not one, but two Munsons snoring in Wayne’s armchair, both jolting awake when Eddie softly closes the door behind him and looking at him with tired eyes, it’s not at all obvious that both of them were waiting equally eagerly for their Eddie to get home.

#insisting to dislike an animal whilst letting said animal fall asleep in your lap is peak dad behaviour tbh #oh the complicated relationship between a gruff old man and his pet #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #wayne munson my beloved #eddie munson #wayne munson #fruity ficlet

[gumisgirlfriend]

CHAPTER 3:: COMMITMENT

PAIRING:: fem!reader x college au stoner megumi fushiguro

SUMMARY:: against your better judgement, you go to megumi's apartment alone, and he opens up to you.

C/W:: no nsfw content, but MINORS DNI or you get blocked! weed usage. reader is #hopelessromantic coded A/N:: *shoves this into your hands* for you, pookie :3

The moment replays again in your head.

“Let me show you what a real good high feels like sometime.”

“…. What?” you muttered, dumbfounded. “What is that supposed to mean?” You cock your head at him curiously.

Megumi stared at you blankly, raising an eyebrow. “Are you trying to be cute right now?” he grumbles. You shake your head frantically.

“N-No, I just don’t understand—“

He interrupted you with an exasperated sigh, “My place, tomorrow. Be ready by 6:30. Got it?”

“S-Sure?”

The memory makes you stuff your face back into your pillow. What kind of an answer even was that? You sit back up, checking the time to see it’s early in the morning, and Maki still hasn’t returned yet. Out of excitement, your first instinct is to text Maki and Nobara, and tell them about it, but on second thought, it’s probably not too great of an idea, and you remember the last thing Megumi said to you before you got out of the car.

“Just don’t tell the others ‘bout it, kay?

You toss the covers off yourself, stomping as you get up to go to the bathroom. You can’t help but worry about a possible ulterior motive. I mean, everything about him tells you to run away. He smokes, has a beat up car, dirty apartment, and Nobara clearly doesn’t approve of you going after him. Hell, his best friend Yuji is even in a fraternity, but you owe him, and he offered a way to repay him. You ponder it over as you aggressively splash your face with cold water.

Suddenly, your front door opens, and Maki peeks into your shared bathroom. “There you are. You feeling alright?” she asks, her brows knitting with concern.

“Yeah, I think I just had too much last night.” you mutter, drying off your face with a towel.

“It happens. Happened to ‘Gumi once too, back when we were sophomores.” She says with a chuckle, grabbing her toothbrush from the mirror compartment. You flinch from the sound of something toppling over from outside the bathroom.

“Who’s here?”

“Just Yuji and Nobara. Megumi kicked us out cause he has a shift at the campus library. Last time we were left alone at his apartment, Yuji ransacked his fridge.”

You chuckle lightly, “Makes sense.”

Every little detail you find out about Megumi only makes your curiosity pique. You consider heading to the library just to catch a glimpse of him, but then you realize you’re also starting to sound like a stalker. Your phone buzzes in the back of your pocket and you whip it out haphazardly.

“Got a favorite kind of food?”

A giddy smile spreads across your cheeks as you read it.

“sour gummy worms!!! :)” you type back.

You receive another notification, “Okay”

You roll your eyes. Maybe he’s just not fond of texting..

“We’re probably going to head to the library to get some studying out of the way, you wanna come?” Maki asks, toothbrush still hanging from her mouth as she pours herself some mouthwash.

“No thanks. I have a class in twenty minutes.” You say while you slip on a pair of sneakers. As much as you’d like to go give him a visit, it would probably spoil your excitement for later.

Maki nudges you in the rib, “Seems like Megumi has taken a liking to you. That doesn’t happen often.”

Your cheeks fill with heat, “You really think so?” you say hesitantly, chewing on your bottom lip.

Your dorm mate shrugs, “I mean, yeah. It’s weird though. I never thought that you’d be his type.”

You raise your brow confusedly, “.. What is that supposed to mean?” you ask.

Maki sets a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Don’t take this the wrong way..” she says, “But.. you’re sort of a goody-two-shoes.”

Your smile melts into a frown, “Is that.. a bad thing?” you ask awkwardly.

She sighs deeply, “Forget about it. Just be careful with him. He’s not exactly the.. committal type.” She pats you lightly on the back before leaving you in the bathroom with your thoughts.

Your mouth sets in a hard line, and for a second, you’re starting to regret your decision.

Of course, you spent extra time getting ready today to look as good as possible. Two hours, in fact. Today you chose to wear a cute backless top, and shorts, regardless of the freezing weather. You snatch your purse and check the time. “Only 6:25..” you mutter. “Might as well.” You head outside to wait, but you spot a familiar, beat up car in the corner of the parking lot, and an even more familiar face leaning against it.

“How long have you been waiting here?” you ask sweetly, Megumi’s gaze rising from his phone.

He shrugs, “Just got here, actually.” he says, holding the car door open for you before you slip inside. He sits down beside you in the drivers seat, grabbing a bag of sour gummy worms out from the console. Your eyes light up as he drops it in your lap.

“Oh! Thank you.” You say with a wide smile as you tear open the bag, stuffing a few into your mouth.

He nods, “Save some for later. You’re probably gonna be hungry.” You nod back, smiling all giddy like a happy child as you stuff your face with sour gummy worms.

“Want one?” you ask, muffled from your cheeks stuffed with gummy worms. He waves you off, and you put on an exaggerated frown.

His gaze flickers from you back to the road, “Fine. I’ll take one.” Megumi mutters, rolling his eyes. You gladly hand him one and he pops it into his mouth. His face contorts, “Way too sweet.” he comments, shaking his head.

“I think somethings wrong with your tastebuds.” you say with a small grin, crossing your legs.

“I think somethings wrong with you.” he says nonchalantly.

You pout at him, “Hey! That's not very nice..” you reply, tossing a gummy worm at him.

His typically neutral expression shifts into a slight smile. “I’m just kidding. I’m glad you like them. Didn’t know which ones I should get..”

After a couple minutes of silence, besides the sound of the radio, you interrupt, “So.. why do you feel the need to do this?” you ask, fumbling with the bag of gummy worms in your lap.

Megumi’s gaze flickers back to you for a split second, “Don’t have a reason. Just wanted to.” He clears his throat, sitting up a bit straighter. His fingers tap on the edge of the steering wheel to the beat of the radio as you turn the next corner.

You sit comfortably on Megumi’s cold leather couch, shivering. Oddly enough, you swear his apartment looks a lot cleaner than before..

“Do you not have a heater or something?” you mutter, your teeth chattering. You didn’t expect it to be so cold.

Megumi shakes his head. He pulls off his hoodie over his head, and you catch a glimpse of his V line as the shirt underneath lifts up. He tosses it in your direction. “Take that. There’s a blanket under the coffee table, too.” he replies gruffly as he opens the fridge.

These few minutes of silence with him feels.. comfortable. You don’t feel like you have to force yourself to speak, or scan your mind for any possible topics to bring up. You just sit there idly, a faint smile on your face, tracing shapes on the leather couch while you wait for him to return. He comes back to the couch shortly with a plate of brownies.

“Brownies?” you utter with confusion, pulling his sweatshirt over your head. It smells of lavender, cologne, and sweat. An oddly comforting scent. You relax on the couch as you wrap the blankets around your freezing legs.

“Yeah. They’re edible brownies. Made them myself.” he says with confidence, setting the plate down on the coffee table.

Your mouth hangs open for a few seconds with admiration, “Really? Thats.. cool.” You smile earnestly as he plops down beside you.

He raises his eyebrows, “Yeah, I guess.” he says quietly, cutting off a small piece for you.

“Hey! Why do I get such a small piece?” you ask, flicking him on the arm playfully.

“Cause you’re still new to this, idiot. And I wanted to make them strong enough for me, too.” He holds the piece out for you, and you hesitantly pop it in your mouth.

You raise your eyebrows as you ponder the taste, “Mm, tastes funky..” you say as you chew it up. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it doesn’t taste bad necessarily.

Megumi snorts, “Yeah, there’s weed in it, idiot.” he says with a grin, before taking a bite out of the whole brownie, and you swear that’s the first time you’ve seen him smile in front of you genuinely.

You shake your head, “What happened to the nice guy who saved me at the party?” you tease with faux disappointment, wrapping yourself in the blanket.

Megumi scoffs, “He’s sitting right front of you.” Megumi kicks his legs up on coffee table, stretching out comfortably. He holds the plate of brownies in his lap, popping another in his mouth. His fingers tap idly on the edge of the plate, “These will probably take a while to kick in, so..” He grabs a tv remote from his coffee table compartment, along with two gaming controllers. He tosses one into your lap, “You any good at Mario Kart?”

“I think I can feel it now..” You whisper, slowly turning your gaze to him as an unfamiliar heat pulses throughout your body.

Megumi narrows his eyes, “Why are you whispering?” he asks, sneaking a quick glance at you before turning back to his phone.

You pause for a minute, before sputtering out; “I-I don’t know..”

He laughs, “Yeah, you’re definitely high right now.” he says with a shy smile, setting his phone down beside him. “Feels better than yesterday?”

You nod and your mouth uncontrollably curves into a cheesy smile. “Yeah. Feels good.” you giggle out, hiding the lower half of your face in the blanket. You curl up, holding your knees to your chest.

He nods back, “Good,” he mutters softly. “I felt bad about last night. As much as I like those guys.. they tend to be even a bit much for me, sometimes.” he says, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. For the first time, you really take in his appearance. His blue eyes, long eyelashes, and messy hair. He’s gorgeous, really. You wonder how you’re even breathing the same air right now, or even in the same room. A slight blush creeps up his neck, “You okay?” he asks nervously. You realize you’ve probably been staring at him for at least 30 seconds.

You feel a flutter in your stomach, similar to when you had first met. “Sorry. Spaced out.” you say with an awkward smile, clasping your hands together in your lap. Finally, your intoxication gives you the courage to ask what you’ve been wondering. “So.. question.” you ask hesitantly.

He quirks his brow, “Ask.”

You lean your hand into your palm, “What happened between you and Nobara?” you ask. He responds with a deep sigh, that leads you to guess it didn't go over well. Maybe it was too personal a question. "S-Sorry, you don't have to answer. I don't know why I asked that, really-" you stammer, before he interrupts you. "Its fine. I assumed she'd probably tell you eventually." he says lowly, massaging the back of his neck. "Its.. difficult to explain." "I'll listen." you say with a small smile, nodding understandingly. Megumi leans his head back, staring at the ceiling as if he's trying to recall the relationship. "It was nothing to do with Nobara. I just don't like relationships." he says bluntly, combing a hand through his raven hair. "The commitment it requires. The energy, the time." You bite your lip as you listen to his every word, each one driving you further to disappointment. "Its hard to see myself with someone for the rest of my life." You avert your gaze, "Yeah, I understand what you mean." you say with a forced smile. Realistically, you don't understand it at all. You had dreamed for so long to have a partner. Someone to treat you right, make you feel loved and cared for, and right when you think you've found a possible contender, you get your heart crushed. He curls a lock of his hair around his finger, fidgeting with it. "Maybe that'll change, though. I don't really know yet." He shifts his gaze back to you, lips pressed into a line. "Anyways, enough about me." He sits on his side, facing you. "Tell me more about you." Of course, high out of your mind, you spill every little detail about yourself that comes to mind, including nearly your whole life story, but the whole time he just.. sits there and listens. Never interrupting, unless to ask a clarifying question. He nods attentively, watching you explain your life up until this very moment, sometimes even a faint smile tugging at his lips. Eventually you realize the sun has set outside, you can barely see him with the dim light of the Mario Kart game paused mid-game on the TV screen, and you've completely forgotten about your gummy worms. Your eyes start to drift closed every few seconds involuntarily, before snapping awake again. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep too, his legs intertwining with yours beneath the blanket as you both rest, and you dream of your black-haired savior over and over again.

— TAGLIST :: @diogodxlot

* ˚ ✦ CHAPTER 1 :: black-haired angel: you get invited by your best friend nobara to your first college sorority party, and after being harassed by a college student, a black-haired stranger swoops in to your rescue.

* ˚ ✦ CHAPTER 2 :: green out: after being invited to your first smoke sesh with your friends, you green out, and megumi helps you out once again.

#* ˚ ✦ lana writes #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu megumi #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fluff #megumi imagine #megumi my beloved #megumi fushiguro

[myfavouritefoodismilkbread]

Y/N being a brat on purpose because she likes the punishments

Hyung line

Warnings: suggestive, degradation, punishment, edging, orgasm denial, spanking

A/N: just a subby here who wished these happen to her y’all :)) it’s pure fiction, my imagination, my writing DOES NOT reflect the way the boys really are

Chan

For the last 2 months you’ve played by his rules, you’ve been the perfect little good girl he wanted, but today you felt a bit reckless. You love his spankings, it’s something about his big hands landing on your sensitive skin of your bum. Today was the day when you’re gonna say no, be a brat, you needed the brat treatment, just the tough of it makes your pussy wet.

“Babygirl, the dinner is ready, come eat please” said your beloved boyfriend Chan, and you knew it was your time to shine.

“No, I’m not hungry” you said with a smirk on your lips.

Chan thought that he didn’t quite hear right, you saying no? That’s not something he enjoyed so much. He came by the sofa where you stand playing on your switch, and he asked you:

“Excuse me? I don’t think I hear you right. What did you said, babygirl?”

He wasn’t that angry, not yet at least. So you think you can play harder. Without looking at him, your head invested in the game you played, you said again:

“I said no daddy, I’m not hungry. I don’t wanna”

He look at you in disbelief, what do you mean no? He was tired from today’s schedules, and even so he wanted to cook for you to spoil his babygirl and she said no? He wasn’t having any of that.

“Y/N.”

Now you got him where you wanted. Calling you by your name? He was angry. But it wasn’t quite enough, you decided you could do more, so the moment when you look up at him and told him what you wanted to say, you knew it’s gonna be over for you, your pussy clenching around nothing just by the tought:

“Christopher.”

That was it. The last straw. You calling him by his name? No, this is not happening.

“Bend over my knees. Now. If you’re gonna squirm, cry, scream or anything related to it I’m gonna start over. 10 spanks, you’re gonna count, you hear me, you brat?”

HELL YES. You looked into his eyes and simply told him “Yes, daddy” compling with everything he said.

You bend over his knees, and the moment you put yourself into the position to take your punishment he tore your panties and put his 2 fingers over your pussy which was glistering with your arousal.

You hear him laugh at that, by now he figured out your plan and he said:

“You’ve being a brat on purpose? Hmm, babygirl? You wanted daddy to spank you, princess?”

While he said those words to you, he also put his fingers inside your pussy and start scissoring them, a moan slipped thru your mouth already:

“N-no daddy, ahh, I promise!”

“You fucking brat, also lying to her daddy?”

SPANK.

He caught you by surprise, a sound of pain and pleasure erupted from your month.

“What did I said to you, babygirl? No sounds, or I’m gonna start again. Add 5 more because you didn’t count, yea?”

Lee Know

Minho was scary when he was mad, you knew. But something about mean Minho got you butterflies in your tummy, also, when you were being a brat it always end up with you squirting.

His punishment were not easy, he liked to edge you ‘till the verge of tears and denied your orgasm until he was convinced you deserve to cum.

Today was the day, you wanted to make him mad, so when he asked you if you wanted to go with him at dance practice you knew that was the perfect place.

In one of the breaks, you looked at Changbin and you knew he was gonna be the victim. Without much notice, you said loud enough so your boyfriend could hear you:

“Hey Binnie, you worked out lately? Your arms looks good today!”

At that statement, your boyfriend head snaps at you and he looks at you intensly, but that wasn’t enough. When Changbin attention was on you, you said to him:

“I really wanna go to the gym too but I don’t know where to start. Maybe you can teach me some things, for wannabes”

Changbin smiled at you because he figure it out what you were tryna do, so as a good friend he played along:

“Sure, y/n. If you are free tomorrow, I can show you some things, what do you say, kitten?”

When Minho heard Changbin call you kitten he saw red. Only him gets to call you kitten, and Bin knew. You smiled at Changbin because you knew he was helping you and also to piss off Minho more. When you wanted to respond to Changbin you heard your boyfriend say:

“I’m going home. See you tomorrow. Y/N, get out, now”

At his words you got up and went to the door, looking at Changbin and whispering a “Thank you” to him, he already winked back at you.

You arrive in Minho’s car, pretending that nothing’s happening, and you ask him with your sweetest voice:

“What’s worng, Min? Did something happen?”

He looks at you and you saw how angry he was. He scared you a little but you knew it’s gonna be the ride of your life. He open his mouth and said in his deep voice:

“You wanna be a slut around my friends? It’s not a problem, kitten. I’m gonna treat you like the slut you are, yea? Get in the back, now”

Shit, he is already degrading you, he was mad mad. You get into the back of the car and looked at him with innocent eyes. He asked you:

“What’s your safe word?”

“Teacup” you said looking at him serios in the eyes, a bit scared but excited.

“Good, remember it, yeah? Take your chlotes off”

“But Min, what if someone see us? We are in the parking lot at JYP” you said concerned a little. He just laugh at you saying:

“Let them, everyone needs to know who you belong to. You had to think about that before starting being a whore, yeah? Now put on a show for Binnie, I just text him to come bring me my bottle which I acidentally forgot, yeah kitten?”

Changbin

Changbin never gets mad at you, much of it is because the man loves and cherishes you with all his being.

Sex with him is always vanilla. Don't get me wrong, you love sex with him, he always makes sure you finish first, not just once, at least 3 times.

The thing is that once in a while, when you really piss him off, he fucks you hard, so hard you can't talk. That was his punishment.

Today you felt like he needed to fuck you that way, hard, so you made up a plan to piss him off, of course. Nothing piss Binnie off more than silence treatment. He’s the type of guy who wants to solve his problems with you, he can’t stand you not talking to him, so when he comes in your shared bed and asked you:

“What’s up, Jagi?” you didn’t respond to him. He tought that you didn’t hear him and tell you again:

“Jagiya, hello?”

But nothing. Silence. He started getting worried at first and asked you:

“Jagi what’s wrong, are you mad at me? I did something wrong?”

At that you just glanced at him and turn yourself on the other side, now your back facing him.

Changbin didn’t eat that at all, no. Instead he got mad, pulling you by your hand and turned you to face him telling you in his deepest voice:

“If you’re not gonna talk to me this won’t end well, Y/N. Tell me what is wrong so we can fix it or I’m gonna make sure you won’t walk for the rest of the week, cause I’m gonna fuck this attitude out of you”

You had him. You really had him. So in order for him to do what he told you he would do, you made a gesture you knew it’s gonna be the end for you. You just rolled your eyes, without saying a word.

Changbin was MAD. He pin your hands above your head and placed himself above you, looking strainght into your eyes, saying:

“When I ask you what color are you you’re gonna fucking tell me, understand?”

Fuck yes. You nod your head looking at him. At that he told you:

“Words, princess.”

“Yes, Bin”

He spanked you on your tights.

“That’s not my name, jagi. Tell me again, but use my name properly this time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Atta girl.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was a hopeless romantic and you wouldn’t change that for the world. He called you his muse, the way he called you “baby” so sweet, with pure love in his eyes, he loved you endlessly and he’s convinced he can’t live without you.

But also, Hyunjin have a part in him that the world don’t see it, only you see it, when you’re being a brat. His punishments are just like Minho, hard but always end up with you squirting and in bed for at least 2 days, because you feel so sore.

Hyunjin it’s a person who gets angry easily. He have a temper so much like yours, the difference between you two is that he’s turning himself into a hard dom when he’s mad, something that you love with all your heart and pussy.

Today was one of that days when frustration got the best of you, he leave this morning and let you in your shared bed with the promise that he’ll come home as soon as you could, but the problem is you were horny. So, so horny. So you decided to take the problems in your hands and text him:

“Hyuneee, i need you so bad right now…”

You put your phone down and waited patienly on the sofa of your shared apartament for a reply. 2 minutes pass and you hear a notification on your phone, a text from your boyfriend:

“Baby I promise it’s not gonna take long, in max 2 hours I’m home, yeah sweets?”

You groan at his response, 2 hours it’s too long, so you text him back:

“But 2 hours are too long Jinnie, please, I can’t…”

He saw your message immediately, a sign that he is with his phone in his hands, so you text him another one:

“Shit daddy, I need you so bad rn”

He types. And stop. And types again. And stop again. It was agonizing to say at least. Finally, a message appear on your screen:

“Baby, i’m coming home as fast as I can. Don’t forget that you don’t have permission to play with yourself, don’t even think about touching your princess parts, yeah baby?”

At that a smirk appear on your face. You open the camera and record a video of yourself doing exactly what he told you not to, playing with yourself. You press send along with this message:

“But I can’t hold it daddy, ‘m so wet for you, please it hurts”

After 1 minute you saw that he was offline. Fucking prick, who does he think he is? Telling you to not play with yourself and after that ignoring you? No, you’re gonna show him that this time you make the rules.

You went into your bedroom and take the pink vibrator out of your nightstand, turning it on and place it on your clit, some of the tension starting to fade away.

You didn’t hear the door open, you were too lost into your own pleasure to hear your boyfriend coming in your bedroom, leaning against the door frame, looking at you.

After watching for a few seconds, you heard his voice clear when he said:

“What the fuck are you doing? I told you, you don’t have the permission to do that, why would you want to be a brat, today, hmm? You wanted me that badly, baby? You have me, but the moment I start to touch you don’t you dare to even think about cumming until I give you the permission, you hear me sweets?”

#skz #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin

[mourninglamby]

i would pay insane money to hear about your thoughts on ctommy girlism because it’s actually such an important part of his character analysis to me

I’ve been wanting to make a patreon for stuff like this + art I don’t wanna post, so I’ve decided to go this route with the essay I will likely end up with based on this thesis. But I’ll use this post to summarize some thoughts im VERY confident about (and could be a sneak peek into what else the paper will entail)

C!tommy is fem-coded based off of fandom interpretation and reception, textual evidence, and meta analysis (will get more into meta in the big doc).

To start, a lot of this coding has to do with how he is victimized and why, which mainly concerns him craving approval from these older men (c!wilbur, c!dream, and even c!techno,) that he views as role models. Power imbalances are something that can also affect boys, yes, but this is where the coding comes in to set them apart. PLEASE REMEMBER Coding is used to identify traits that align with minority experiences, both good and bad. That does not mean c!tommy is LITERALLY a girl. It is a tool utilized in rhetorical analysis.

In this case, the constant subjugation of c!tommy by the men he yearns to trust, and subsequent self blame and denial when they hurt him fit into an experience closely associated with misogyny, and to go even further into the meta, a misogynistic view of feminine victimhood. The way c!tommy’s trauma interrupts his psychological and emotional development is received by thousands of fans who still deny his abuse even happened as “annoying”, “mean”, and “just as bad” as his perpetrator(s). This is observed from the existence of c!dream apologists and sympathizers, and to a more complicated extent, c!wilbur apologists. But I digress.

C!tommy is coded as feminine because in the majority of media centering victims of this kind of abuse, the character is a woman, and a woman can and will always be blamed for what happened to her. In the case of DSMP, this blame comes from the man who is protected by the spoils of his privilege as an oppressor, status in his community, and the many other people (predominantly young women) he has managed to manipulate to be in opposition to his victim. Fiction affecting real life and all…. Which is why I think this evidence of coding is so important.

To add another disclaimer for the bad faith warriors, being a victim does NOT make a character femme coded, however, the way he is treated in canon and the way the fanbase reacts to how he grapples with the lasting trauma is certainly rooted in misogynistic talking points.

Looking forward to writing more ^__^ thank u for being so interested anony. I’ve welcomed some friends who I trust very much to help me write it and I’m very excited.

addendum: there is no right or wrong way to interpret ctommy or dsmp or the response to how he was depicted... i only wish to start a conversation and get my thoughts out. if u disagree that is ur prerogative and i respect it <3

#dsmp #dsmp crit #c!tommy #setting to nobody can reblog for now #because I’m sure I’ll edit it later #this is also going to be used to support my claim that dsmp is post gender

[pikahlua]

Look, I don’t wanna get everyone’s hopes up, but I might have to get everyone’s hopes up

My initial thoughts on chapter 395 were to be enveloped in the tragedy of this ending. I could already tell some of the criticisms that would come at it, but I was also interested in thoroughly considering the chapter as fairly as possible. Whether or not it involves stale tropes, such tropes still have the potential to bring meaning and emotion--and to be honest, MHA has been pretty good at that since the get-go. The manga is pretty much defined by refreshing and playing with stale shounen tropes. I am willing to give this chapter as-is a chance. I comforted friends who were hit hard by the chapter. I allowed myself to feel the sorrow ushered in by Himiko Toga’s chosen end.

But then I started translating the chapter, and my melancholy didn’t last fucking long.

Because...I’m gonna be real with you, there are a LOT of questions this chapter raises, but only if you’re paying attention.

So like.

Look.

I don’t wanna get your hopes up.

Himiko Toga may really be dead.

I don’t actually know how this will all play out.

But...

LET ME TELL YOU WHY THIS IS SUS AS HELL

1. Hello???

Why is the All Might doll coming into play here, now?

And uh, where did it go????

I don’t see it anywhere! Is it...still in the same hand Himiko was holding it with?

Is THAT why we’re zooming in here on the final panel?

“Why does it matter?” you may ask. “Isn’t it just a symbol of the connection between these two girls once Himiko found where Ochako was hiding it and teased her about it? Isn’t this perhaps just Himiko’s way of comforting Ochako?”

“Hm, yes, interesting,” I would reply. “But DON’T YOU WHO THE FUCK I AM?”

This is the second time All Might merchandise is appearing in a supposed death scene! Is it mere coincidence? I THINK NOT.

I mean, we haven’t had a SINGLE update on Katsuki for a year now. (UNLESS WE JUST GOT ONE?) Could it be Horikoshi was holding off on any Katsuki updates to avoid spoiling something else that needed to happen first? Specifically Ochako vs Toga?

Because if there’s ANYTHING fishy going on with that card and that doll (and boy do I smell fish), Katsuki’s storyline would not be able to progress until AFTER the doll also came into play. AND NOW IT HAS.

2. Of course my first thought was Katsuki Bakugou, don’t tell me you’re actually surprised...

There are a LOT of weird parallels between Ochako and Himiko’s fight and...whatever the hell is going on with Izuku and Katsuki just in general. But I mean, just look at Katsuki. Compare that wound to Ochako’s. Compare Ochako’s imminent death to Katsuki.

And...compare Himiko Toga to Katsuki Bakugou however many ways you like.

But most importantly...compare Himiko Toga to Izuku Midoriya.

Because Ochako was on the verge of death, and Himiko Toga sacrifices herself to save Ochako. Yeah, you can compare that to Katsuki in chapter 362. But like, Katsuki is the one on the verge of death now, right? That would make him parallel to Ochako (especially since they’re the ones with the All Might merch). That would mean Izuku could do something similar to save Katsuki.

And please, please note how Himiko performed this rescue. She became Ochako. She became compatible with Ochako, started pumping Ochako’s same blood through her own veins, hooked them up so not only was Himiko supporting Ochako’s life, THEY WERE CONNECTED AS ONE PERSON.

Are YOU getting Heroes Rising vibes? Because I’m definitely getting Heroes Rising vibes.

3. Remember, Horikoshi said this ending would be better than Heroes Rising.

Izuku and Katsuki shared OFA in the ending of Heroes Rising.

Let us not forget the ever-present nomenclature of One For All and All For One.

What could be better than a team-up of two people?

Maybe...a merging of everyone?

4. Everyone is down

Himiko and Ochako and Katsuki aren’t the only ones down. Basically EVERYONE is.

Shouto, Endeavor, Touya, Hawks, Tokoyami, Spinner, most everyone at the UA battlefield, most everyone at the Gunga battlefield, basically most everyone who isn’t AFO, All Might, Izuku, and Tomura (and maybe a few UA kids).

Actually, speaking of UA kids, why haven’t we seen Aoyama and Sero and the others yet? Could it be that Horikoshi just wanted to showcase the most important part of their fights, aka the ending?

The ending where they all fall over and pass out or die too?

Why is everyone fucking dead?

Because something big is going to happen to them all after they pass out???

I mean, maybe???

Even if that’s the case, I have no idea how many people will actually be part of this union or revival or whatever the fuck happens. I just...I do notice that heroes and villains both are dropping like flies.

WHAT IS THIS LEADING TO?

5. The story of how we all became the greatest heroes

So once upon a time I wrote a tiny meta about the infamous line from the first chapter, “This is the story of how I became the greatest hero.”

Basically, it occurred to me that it’s very strange for the narrator to “spoil the ending” of the story in the first chapter. Where’s the dramatic tension? Why even do that?

Well, the obvious answer is: it wasn’t a spoiler. Perhaps it meant something else than what it seemed at first glance.

I realized “hero” in Japanese could be both singular and plural. Thus, I conceived that the true message was: “This is the story of how I became ONE OF the greatest heroes.“

Chapter 324 basically confirmed that theory.

But...what if it’s still wrong?

What if there’s ANOTHER hidden message in the line?

What if it’s something like: “This is the story of how I became a part of the greatest hero.” Singular. Purposefully.

What if EVERYONE becomes the greatest HERO literally. What if...everyone merges to create...All Might?

And then I saw all the vestiges rebelling inside AFO and thought:

Oh god this actually seems plausible now.

So here’s the good news for Himiko...

There was, in fact, a chapter titled “The Story of How We All Became Heroes, Part Minus 1.”

Maybe everyone becomes heroes together. Maybe they all literally become one hero together. Either way, Himiko was highlighted in a chapter with a title that specifically implied she would be part of whatever the fuck happens.

Sure, this chapter COULD BE Himiko’s heroic moment. But...I don’t know man. We got SO MANY CHAPTERS with this title. It’s SCREAMING some sort of plot twist is on the way...!

6. Ochako is ALSO supposed to be part of this “greatest hero” business too!

Finally, can we just...remember how Ochako was inspired to save people? She held Sir Nighteye in her arms as he died, and that’s when she knew she wanted to save people.

Himiko dying here on Ochako’s watch...idk mannnnn, has Ochako really proven that she’s achieved her goal yet? Can she really be part of the greatest heroes like this?

#my hero academia manga spoilers #final showdown spoilers #himiko toga #katsuki bakugou #ochako uraraka #literally everyone tag everyone here #theory #meta #look DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP #because then if this does happen you can be pleasantly surprised #and if this doesn't happen you won't all stick my head on a pike #see? everyone wins that way #but also maybe we don't come to any conclusions about himiko's end just yet

[kimi-twstheadcanons]

Stockings

-You decide to spend time in the Queendom of Roses for the Holidays. Deuce agrees to host you for the holidays. Which means you get to meet his mother. Who is more than happy to have you!

Pronouns: They/Them

“You need a place to stay for the Holidays? Well…you could stay over at my place. I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind! …I hope.”

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“Oh, must be the friend Deuce talks about so much. And this must be Grim! I’ve heard so much about you as well! You both look so much cuter than he described!”

“Mom, please! Don’t embarrass me on the holidays…” Deuce pleaded with his mother as she doted over you and your feline companion. Her warm smile welcomes you into their home. 

“Deuce, who might these two be?” An older woman asked as she carefully rounded the corner. 

“This is (y/n) and Grim, grandma. They’re friends from school.” Deuce explained with a proud smile on his face. 

“Well, then it’s lovely to meet you.” His grandmother said with the softest smile. She proceeds to walk into the kitchen and stands in front of you all, a warm aura around her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Same goes for you, Mrs. Spade.” You cheerfully greeted back with a smile. Mrs. Spade was the complete opposite of Mrs. Rosehearts. As soon as you walked through the door she had a smile and greeted you with warmth. She even hugged you. 

“Are you hungry? I just made some food. If you want something else I can make that too. Deuce didn’t tell me you were coming over.” Mrs. Spade said, smiling at you. However, she said the last sentence playfully glaring at her son. 

“It was a last-minute decision. I should have told him in advance, it’s my fault.” You admit nervously. Mrs. Spade’s attention turns back to you and she shakes her head. 

“No, it’s alright, sweetie. I just like teasing him.” She explains with a smile. “Now, on that food. I have fruits if you prefer. Or is there anything I can make for you?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m not hungry but thank you. Grim, do you want somethi-”

“Do you have any tuna or fish in this kitchen?!” Grim immediately asked, cutting off your question a little too soon. Mrs. Spade giggles and nods before picking Grim up and carrying him to her kitchen cabinets. You happily sigh, glad that Grim was at least having a good time. 

“Deuce, sweetie. Can you do me a favor and get the stockings so we can hang them?” Deuce’s grandmother suddenly asked. He looked at her confused. 

“But, we haven’t hung those up in a while. I don’t even know where they are.” 

“They're in a box in the attic. I think it’s time we take them out.” She calmly said as she placed her hand on Deuce’s shoulder. He looked at you, there was a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. He looked at Grim and saw that he seemed fine as he babbled away with his mom. He knew that his mother would spoil Grim with food so he shouldn’t cause trouble any time soon. After a moment of consideration, he agrees to his grandmother's request.

“You wanna come with me? I could use an extra hand to get them. The attic can be a bit tricky.” He asks you.

“Sure! Just promise there won’t be anything weird in there.” You tease, but you know nothing like that will happen.

“I thought you’d be used to it since you live in that broken-down dorm of yours.”

“Hey!” You complain. You hadn’t expected a roast from him so quickly. After a few seconds of silence, you both burst out laughing. As the laughter dies, he leads you to the hallway of his house to show you the door to the attic. Mrs. Spade and her mother watched as you two left the kitchen with bright smiles on your faces and bright laughter leaving your lips. They were happy Deuce finally found a good influence instead of those bad crowds he would hang around with during his middle school years. The years before he went to Night Raven College were years he didn’t want to talk about much.

“Hold up, let me open the hatch,” Deuce says after pausing you in the hallway. He then grabs a stick with a hook attached to it and lifts it so the hook catches the handle on the hatch door. He pulls it down and the ladder slides down hitting the floor hard. You flinch slightly, not expecting that to happen.

“Oh shoot, sorry. I didn’t realize that it would do that.” Deuce apologizes as he leans the stick on a wall. You giggle and shrug it off, as long as you guys weren’t hurt that’s fine. Deuce climbs up the ladder, reaching the attic. He extends his hand out down towards you and you begin to climb up, taking his hand as that final pull. Once you reach the top you both stand to your feet and look around. There was a window that allowed light to shine through so the place was dimly lit. You look around seeing boxes, bags, and old furniture. Nothing out of the ordinary really.

“There it is!” Deuce suddenly exclaimed in excitement. He runs to a box on top of more boxes and pulls it down to sit on an old side table. The writing in the box reads “Holiday Decor” on the side. He dusts off the top and proceeds to open it. You look inside and see strings of lights, old ornaments, old cookie cutters In gingerbread men's shapes, and anything you could think of that reminds you of the holidays. Deuce moves some to the side and takes others out. As he continues to dig observe some of the things he took out. It all seems pretty old and worn out so you understood why they would keep most of them in the box. Some seemed well-kept but themed in different colors that didn’t match the colors that decorated the rest of the house. 

“This is only the first box. The decorations we put up were in the second box. Those are the newer ones.” Deuce explained after having glazed at your confused face. “That’s why some of them look newer and others look worn out. We could still fix them and use them though so we keep them around just in case.” 

“Ah, I see. That’s pretty smart.” You say as you place the things you were holding down gently so you don’t mess them up. You continue to look around and examine the attic. It was a bit dusty. No cobwebs anywhere you can see. It all looked relatively clean. The lighting was a dim shade of light blue due to it being the middle of the day and the clouds covered the sky slightly.

“HA! I found them!” Deuce suddenly cheered loudly. He takes a stack of different colored cloth in his hands and hands you half. You unfold your stack and see that they are all stockings.

“Are all of these for your family?”

“Nah, some are extras. They should all be blank except the ones for me, my mom, and my grandma. They should have embroidery on them.” Deuce answers your question as he shuffles through the stockings in his hand. “Okay, I found my mom’s and grandma’s.”

“I found yours in this pile. But, who’s is this?” You ask, showing him the stocking. It matched his and his mother's with the spade designs, but it was slightly bigger. Deuce looks at it in shock and goes automatically silent. His eyes widened and his face paled. He hadn’t expected to see that stocking after such a long time and in your hands of all things. You began to worry, seeing that looking at the stocking clearly affected him. 

“C-can I see that?” He asks hesitantly as if a stocking that belonged to his family was forbidden. He places the other stockings down on the table and holds out his slightly shaking hand.

“Sure,” you hand him the stocking carefully, “It’s yours after all.” 

“...No…It’s not,” he says quietly as he looks down and caresses the embroidery. He can feel the emotions in him build but he tries to hold them in. “…it’s my dad’s.”

You pause, surprised at the reveal but livid at yourself that you didn’t put it together as soon as you held it next to Deuce’s before you handed it to him. You didn’t know what to do. The silence was killing you. Did you mess up? Was this a good thing that he’s seeing it? The thoughts were spiraling around your head as he continued to observe the stocking. You had to say something! But you had to make it small and not too invasive.

“…do you miss him?” You gently ask, breaking the sad silence. The action was on a whim and you thought that it could have been better, but you can’t turn back time now. The corner of his lips curl into a soft smile and he lets out an almost inaudible chuckle.

“I barely knew him. I told you before, didn’t I? My mom raised me as a single mother. She’s all I know. But sometimes…” he pauses as he sets down the stocking with his father's initials on it. He sighs as his hand remains on the fabric. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if he were here. Would my mom’s workload be easier? Would we all go out together as a family? Would I have any siblings who look exactly like me?” Deuce pauses as he thinks about what more to say. You keep quiet, wondering what the other questions on his mind could be.

“Would…would I have turned out to be a better son? Would he…would he be disappointed in me?” 

“What?! No! No no no! Of course not!” You place the stockings in your hands down on the table and gently take a few steps closer to Deuce. You place your hand on top of his, the hand that was resting on his father's stocking. “Look, I’m not going to pretend like I know your father, because I don’t. But something in me is saying that as long as you’re trying to better yourself, that’s all he could ever ask for. We all fall down a bad path once or twice, but it’s the decisions we make after that make us who we are. You’re a good son because you’re trying to improve on your past mistakes and make up for all the bad things you did,” you rub the back of his hand with your thumb in an attempt to smooth him. 

“And honestly, you’re doing a really good job so far. If he’s a good father, I know he’d be proud of the person you’ve become.” You finish off. Deuce stares at you in shock and admiration. You were so warm and caring. So honest yet so understanding. You are such an improvement from the people he used to hang around with. He was lucky, and he knew it. He smiles and moves his hand so that he is now holding yours in his palm. 

“Thanks, I think I needed that.” He expressed softly as he looked at you. You nod with a smile, happy to see his mood has shifted to something better.

“You two found them yet? The day isn’t getting any younger!” Deuce’s grandmother’s voice boomed from the bottom of the ladder. You both flinch in surprise, not expecting such a sudden and very loud interruption. You both grabbed the stockings you had set on the table and ran down the ladder chuckling silently. You walk into the hallway and to the living room. You’re stopped by his grandma’s voice calling out to you two. You turn to look at her and see that she has a sewing kit in her lap. She gestures for the two of you towards her. You and Deuce slowly approach her in confusion. “I see you found all of them.” 

“Yes. All of the different colors and sizes.” You reply cheerfully. Deuce’s grandma smiles at you and lifts her hands, gesturing for you to hand her the stockings. You and Deuce place the piles in her hands, even the ones with the initials on them. She sorts them out by color and places them on her lap. 

“Which one would you like, sweetie?” She asks you as she opens the sewing kit. You stare in surprise for a moment and turn to Deuce. He seems surprised too but gestures for you to pick a stocking. 

“Oh! You don’t have to give me one. I wouldn’t want you to go through all that trouble.” You reply, refusing to pick one. You didn’t want to bother her with something you thought was meaningless. You still weren’t sure if you were staying in Twisted Wonderland or not. If you were, you don’t know if you could keep in contact with Deuce as you get older anyway. You thought it was just too much trouble for her to do something so nice for a person she just met a few minutes ago and barely knew at all.

“Don’t be silly! There’s plenty to give to you and your little friend in the kitchen. We won’t be running out any time soon. Trust me.” She insists with a smile. You were still hesitant about it, but Deuce puts his hand on your shoulder and smiles. It’s his way of assuring you that it was perfectly fine. In fact; he’s glad you get a stocking that was embroidered by his grandmother! It works for an early gift and it’s one of a kind. But there’s a little part of him that’s just happy he gets bragging rights.

“I guess…that one then. Grim would most likely like that one though.” You reply nervously as you point out two different stockings representing Grim and you perfectly. 

“Alright! Then I’ll get those finished up right away!” Deuce’s grandma chirps as she picks them both up off her lap. She moves the rest off to the side and takes out the other embroidered ones. She smiles as she sees hers, her daughter’s, and Deuce’s. But she suddenly pauses as her eyes land on Deuce’s dad’s stocking. Her expression fell slightly and you could tell sad emotions began to fill her heart. She let out a melancholic sigh and continued her smile.

“Deuce! (Y/N)! Come eat, sweethearts!” Deuce’s mom suddenly yells from the kitchen to catch their attention. They turn toward the direction of the voice for a split moment before turning back to check on Deuce’s grandma.

“I’ll be fine. You both go eat. I ate while you two were in the attic.” She reassures as she waves her hand to gesture you two off. You both nod and walk off into the kitchen to eat as she begins the embroidery for you and Grim.

“I hope the food was to your liking! You seem like you haven’t eaten in months.” Deuce’s mother says as she washes the dishes with Deuce by her side helping her. Grim was asleep on your lap and snoring softly. You were sitting in your chair, leaning back, tired and belly full. 

“It was wonderful, Mrs. Spade. Thank you.” You say drowsily. You let out a small yawn that causes her to chuckle.

“No, thank you for being Deuce’s friend. It’s good to see that he’s made friends who are good influences. Unlike those troublemakers back in his middle school days.” Deuce cringes at the mention of his old self. He didn’t like to bring it up and it was worse since it was his mom who brought it up. To her it was teasing, to him, it was just a reminder of her crying. He would never tell her that though. Suddenly his grandma softly walked over to the entrance of the kitchen and poked her head in.   

“I’m going to bed early for today. Goodnight everyone.” You all say goodnight as she leaves the kitchen, her footsteps fading away the further she goes. Grim yawns in your lap before laying his head back down. Watching him causes you to yawn after, showing just how tired you are. You lean back in your chair to get more comfortable.

“Don’t worry, I’ll lead you to the guest room. Just give me a few more minutes.” Deuce says as he continues to help his mom.

“Take your time, Deuce.” You say as you begin to slowly pet Grim’s head. After a few minutes, you begin to feel your eyelids getting heavy and you start to find it hard to keep your head up. Suddenly Grim was swept off your lap, which startled you. A sudden burst of energy woke you up to see who had caused the sudden disturbance. Deuce looked down at you with Grim in his arms and an apologetic smile as you calmed down. He gestured for you to follow him out of the kitchen as you rubbed your eyes from their sleepiness.

“Have a good rest, sweetie.” Mrs. Spade quietly called out to you.

“Thank you, you as well.” You replied drowsily as you looked back at her with a smile. She looked back at you for a moment to give a small smile before continuing to put away the rest of the dry dishes. You continue to follow Deuce into the hall. He stops in front of the guest room door for a moment, in thought. Then swiftly turns to you, careful of the sleepy Grim in his arms.

“Um…my bed frame is designed with a pull-out bed underneath. If you don’t want to sleep in the guest room, you could sleep…in my room.” He says hesitantly, a slight tint of red on his cheeks. You giggle slowly, tired but not enough to not tease him.

“Awe, Little Deuce needs a kitty to sleep?” You tiredly tease.

“Of course, I’d be fine with sleeping in your room. I trust you. I can’t even count the amount of times you’ve helped me. I still can’t forget how you and Ace rushed from the Queendom of Roses to help Grim and me when we were trapped in Scarabia.” You reminisced.

“We were late though, and you were already safe by the time we got there.” He pouted, upset that he had been late to help you.

“It’s fine! You got a party out of it. It’s the fact that if I needed you, you’d try your hardest to be there for me. That’s what matters the most.” You smile. He stares at you in awe. You always look on the bright side of things, while being a badass by not letting anyone push you around. In a world full of magic, attending a school for those with magical talent, how are you so strong? It’s a wonder that he may never solve. Nevertheless, he’s glad he met you.

He leads you to his room, hands you Grim to hold for a moment, pulls out the bed, and straightens it out to gently place Grim on. You grab your pajamas from your bag to go change in the bathroom so Deuce can change in his room comfortably. When you get back Deuce is in his pajamas and sitting on his bed scrolling on his phone. While you were in the bathroom you had brushed your teeth and washed your face already, so when you walked in Deuce hopped up to do the same.

He was only gone for at least 5 minutes, but when he came back you were already fast asleep on the pull-out bed, Grim curled up next to you. Deuce smiled, a warmth in his heart, knowing he finally made a true friend that only wanted to see him progress in life and not bring him down. He carefully climbs into his bed, making sure not to disturb you, and lays down, makes himself comfortable, and falls asleep.

You wake up to the smell of French toast and ice. The frost on Deuce’s bedroom window being the cause of the second smell. You assume the french toast from from breakfast. You sit up, stretching your arms and yawning. That’s when you realize that Grim and Deuce weren’t in the room with you. You look around, and shrug it off, thinking you’ll find them in the kitchen. You get up, head to the bathroom, brush your teeth, wash your face to get the rest of what was left of sleep off you, and head to the kitchen. While walking in the living room you realize they had already started putting up decorations in the living room leading into the hallway. You walk into the kitchen and find Mrs. Spade cooking, Grim chomping on food, Deuce setting your plate on the table, and his grandmother eating. 

“Oh, good morning. Come on, I got your plate here for you. Ace said he’ll drop by to hang out later.” Deuce says as he notices you. You walk in and sit down between Deuce and an empty seat, the seat for his mother. You gently pick the slightly different food from the different plates in the middle of the table. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, everything for a breakfast you’d see in an American movie. Though, it might just be normal for them since America doesn’t exist in Twisted Wonderland. 

It wasn’t until everyone was sitting and mingling at the table that you noticed a little detail. Hanging over the fireplace were stockings that all looked matching…except two. The ones you picked out for Grim and you. Deuce’s grandma must have finished them before going to bed. What a fast lady. The one for Grim had a happy little tuna fish, a cute little one, embroidered on it. Yours’s had a lotus embroidered on it. You look at it a bit confused.

“I heard it means positivity,” Deuce’s grandmother's voice suddenly chimed. You turn to her in surprise. She must have caught you looking at the stockings.

“The lotus I put on your stocking. I heard they symbolize all things positive and rebirth. Something I imagine you’ve experienced. Something you helped Deuce with. I think it fits you.” She continues, a warm smile on her face. Deuce looks between you two as Mrs. Spade talks to Grim. You smile back at the older woman and say something that makes Deuce’s heart quicken.

“Thank you so much. But really, Deuce is the one I should thank for all he’s done for me.”

#twst disney #twst #Twisted Wonderland #Heartslabyul #Deuce Spade #twst x y/n #twst x you #twst x reader #Twisted Wonderland Holiday Special #Holiday Special

[harringtonswriting]

sunday mornings are made for you and me | s.h.

summary: early sunday mornings spent together lead to some new traditions with your best boy pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader warning(s): light language; steve is mildly suggestive word count: 1.5k notes: i am absolutely craving domesticity and steve and this is the result

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It’s always on your days off that you tend to wake up much too early. Both you and Steve have this Sunday off together, and you’ve been looking forward to spending the day with each other. You’d spent the night at his house after finishing your shift at work, waiting for him to come home from closing at Family Video so you could order pizza and stay up too late watching whatever he’d swiped from work to bring home and watch. His parents were once again out of town, and you usually spent nights at his place when that happened. Steve’s long since stopped needing to pretend he’s okay when he’s left alone, instead grateful to be able to come home to you.

You’d actually managed to make it all the way up to his room before you fell asleep, though you realize you forgot to close his curtains and his window last night when the sound of birds screaming at the sunrise pulls you out of your dreams.

You yawn, grumbling about birds needing to shut the hell up, before rolling over to see Steve rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as well.

“Mornin’, baby,” he says, words punctuated by a yawn and his voice raspy with how tired he is.

“Mornin’, Stevie. Sleep well?” you ask, and he hums his answer and nods.

You run your hand over his jaw, feeling the stubble as you trace the firm line from his earlobe down to his chin. He grins, taking this as a sign to rub his face against yours and pull you close, while you laugh and squirm a little as you feel the scrape of his stubble against the skin of your cheek.

“You need to shave, baby,” you murmur, and Steve presses a kiss to the corner of your lips and rubs his cheek against yours again, this time on purpose. You laugh louder, and he pulls away to bring a hand up to his face.

“Hmm, you think so? Guess it’s been a few days.” He runs his hand over his cheeks and chin. You think, for a moment, about how Steve might look with a full beard. Or, at least more filled in stubble, and it’s not a terrible thought. Kind of hot, actually, though you’re not going to admit that to him (yet). He catches you staring at his face, and he winks. You grin, and think about him going to shave. Which would mean leaving the bed, and leaving you (if only for just a few minutes). Which starts you thinking about the two of you doing it together, and you think about how it might feel to do this for him–the sheer domesticity of it, which you’d never considered before, brings a spark of warmth to your chest.

“I could shave it for you. If you want,” you offer, getting the words out before you change your mind. He raises an eyebrow, and you can see where he starts biting the inside of his cheek; he does that when he’s thinking something over. There’s a beat of silence, before you realize exactly what you just offered to do, and you backtrack. “I mean, only if you want to. I don’t have to, I know that’s probably–”

“No, I think I want you to do it. I trust you, babe,” he interrupts, pressing a kiss to your forehead and soothing the nerves that were starting to fray. “Just… never thought it was something you’d wanna do.”

“I wanna do a lot of things with you,” you say, and he wiggles his eyebrows while you roll your eyes. You walked right into that one. “I like the idea of doing things for you, Steve. You deserve to be spoiled, too.”

A pretty shade of pink flushes across his cheeks, and you take the opportunity to press a kiss to his lips. He returns it eagerly, hands wrapping around your waist before you both break for air. He rolls out of bed first, and with just a small amount of whining and mourning the warmth under the covers, you get out of his bed too.

He leads you to the bathroom, nudging the door open and starting to gather everything he uses to shave in the mornings. You watch him, leaning against the doorway, admiring the view of Steve shuffling around and piling things on one side of the counter. Eventually he finishes, turning back to you and holding his arms out. You quickly walk into them, giving him a hug.

You expect him to sit on the toilet for you, but he pats the bathroom counter and you realize he wants you to get up there for him. Which you’re absolutely not against, not in the slightest. Steve helps you up onto the bathroom counter, making sure you’re seated properly before he stands between your legs. It gives you a good view of his face in the golden morning light coming from the window, and your eyes roam across the planes of his face.

“As much as I enjoy your rugged good looks, we should probably get you shaved for now,” you murmur, pressing your lips to Steve’s as you breathe in sync in the quiet bathroom.

His hands settle on your waist, holding it firmly as his eyes travel over your face. Your tongue is sticking out of the corner of your mouth and there’s a line between your eyebrows as you focus on his left cheek. You’re very careful to mind his moles. He feels the scrape of the razor, and very much resists the urge to grin at you as warmth floods his chest. You take your time, your eyes never leaving his face, as you delicately but firmly shave his face. Silence stretches between you, but it’s a peaceful silence, as the two of you relish these moments alone and in the company of someone you love beyond measure. The trust Steve has in you, letting you shave his face, has your heart swelling with more love for him than you think you’ve ever felt. Trusting him is as easy as breathing, after all you’ve been through together, but to know he returns that… you’ll never get tired of this. Of Steve Harrington.

You turn his head as you begin on the right cheek, and Steve starts drumming his fingers against the soft skin peeking out between your sleep shirt and the pair of pyjama bottoms you’re wearing. The corners of your eyes crinkle with crow’s feet but you don't say anything, continuing to concentrate on the task in front of you.

You carefully shave the spot above his upper lip, and then move to his chin and the underside of his jaw. Steve can’t help but feel so much love he thinks his heart might burst as he thinks of the two of you doing this for the rest of your lives. How it would be to hear the quiet hum of the house you two would buy one day in the early hours of the morning, as your sleepy face and the yawns you fail to hide nearly glow in the faint early morning light as you take all the love and tenderness you have to do this for him, even as the two of you turn wrinkly and grey as time trudges on.

You finish all too quickly for Steve’s liking, before you’re putting the razor down on the counter and gently wiping his face with a clean, wet towel. You then grab his aftershave, dabbing it on his face and neck for a moment. It stings, very briefly, and then he’s rubbing his face against your neck and the feeling has you giggling.

“C’mon, Steve, my ass is starting to go numb,” you tell him, but you don’t protest when he places both hands on your cheeks and brings you down for a long, soft kiss.

“One day I’ll grow a full beard,” he tells you when you break apart, your foreheads pressed together. You smile, the warmth of your breath hitting his lips. “And then you can shave it off, just like you did today. Every Sunday morning, we can do this. Just you and me.”

He grabs your waist firmly in both hands again, helping you hop down off the counter. He takes a moment to inspect the work you’ve done, and is quick to wink when he catches your eye in the mirror.

“Best shave I’ve ever had,” he reassures you, and the wide smile you give him makes him feel as if he’s floating two feet off the ground. He turns and wraps his arm around your waist, opening the bathroom door and leading you back out.

“C’mon, pretty boy, let’s make some breakfast,” you say, and the sound of his laughter, bright and sunny, rings through the house as you both head to the kitchen. And in the quiet hours of this very early Sunday morning, when the sun is just starting to move through the sky, the two of you start some new traditions of your own.

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #stranger things #steve harrington

[theshippirate22]

I’m having thoughts so obviously I had to plague you all with them. Based on things that happened to me as a teenager- have fun guessing which parts ;) Obviously this is just part one and hopefully there will be one or two more and i promise everything’s gonna be fine in the end.

TW: abusive parents, referenced assault on a minor (nothing explicit or sexual but certainly uncomfortable), depression

You’re Such a Doll and I’m a Boy (MAMA’S BOY)

Warlock Dowling is sitting on the shower floor.

He’s sixteen years old and he’s pretty sure if the house was on fire a) it would be better than everything else that was going on and b) that he wouldn’t move.

But the house isn’t on fire, not at all. Warlock feels like he is though, even as the hot water pours over him.

There’s two hot, defined lines burning down his cheeks that meet at his chin and follow his throat down to his navel and for a second he thinks he’s actually crying even after trying not to for years and years and years but he realizes it’s just the shower following the contour of his face. He’s almost disappointed. Things might feel better if he could just get it out.

He bows his head even further, resting his temples between his knees. The water traces his spine. He bites his lip.

He feels like his head is going to explode. There’s so much going on in there and he can’t get it to stop and everything hurts.

“Any whiplash, kid?…. You’re gonna wanna call here about your ticket…”

“We’re going to lunch… no, me and Sarah… I mean, I guess you can come…”

“There are kids starving in Africa, Warlock. Don’t be such a brat.”

“You’re going to have to study. This isn’t just a class where you can SparkNote your way through. You have to try harder.”

“Come on, honey, come give me a kiss.”

“Can’t you just keep the image? Will it kill you to go to a little cocktail party every once in a while? Look at him, Harriet, he’s a spoiled little snot.”

A dry sob tears out of him, and it’s the most horrible noise he’s ever heard, echoing back off the tiles a million times until it just adds to the endless cacophony vibrating inside him. He wants to scream and cry and there’s so much, there’s so much, there’s so much, there’s so much, there’s so much, there’s so much, there’s so….

There��s footsteps outside the bathroom.

His eyes shoot open. He stops rocking, stops sniffling, stops breathing. Even his head feels quiet as he strains to hear who it is over the sound of water on tile.

No one knocks. Whoever it was isn’t there now. Warlock is disappointed and he has no idea why.

Maybe he wondered if someone would notice he was gone. Maybe he wanted someone to care that he was gone. Another part of him never wanted to be looked at or thought of ever again, which must’ve been why he just felt so odd.

The worst of all of it is the sinking suspicion that they’re right. That all of his monstrous thoughts are actually true. That he’s a fuck-up for getting in that car accident, he’s a genuine moron for failing english, no one wants him around, not even Brandon- his best fucking friend- because he only wants to be with his girlfriend Sarah and he’s a brat and a snot and an entitled son of a bitch and he should just go to the fucking party even though he knows that all night he’ll just get paraded around like a show pony- or ignored entirely- and that Kim (his father’s campaign advisor) will find him and say something about how nice he looks that doesn’t feel real or right and if she gets drunk enough, she’ll come and find him like last time and sit too close and play with the hair on the back of his neck and he’ll feel horrible and filthy even after he gets home and showers and he’ll want to peel his skin off to feel right again.

He knows what that whole thing is- there’s words like “minor” and “consent” associated and honestly he’s rationalized it enough to know it’s a reflection of her and nothing he’s done but he wants to tell someone anyway, wants someone to know what happened. But she didn’t actually do anything and it was an isolated incident so he doesn’t think that warrants telling his mother and he knows he can’t tell his father because he can actively hear him saying “I’d have killed to a woman like that looking at me when I was your age.” so that’s certainly not worth it either.

Warlock doesn’t want to have sex with Kim. He doesn’t even want to have sex with Veronica who is actually his age and is probably the most beautiful girl he knows. Hell, he’d go so far as to say he’s in love with her, actually, and that doesn’t change his thoughts on the subject.

Kim should definitely be the worst thing that’s occurred in the last few months of his life but it’s certainly not. There’s a lot he should be feeling bad about- like how his grandma is on hospice but he doesn’t even care because she was so horrible to him and how his parents are screaming at each other so often now and his mother went to lunch with a divorce lawyer- and a lot of things he needs to stop feeling bad about- like wrecking the car, which was absolutely not his fault no matter what the cop said (“Young drivers are just inexperienced. Blame has to fall somewhere.” Even though Warlock didn’t have so much as a speeding ticket on his record) or like failing English even after he really did the reading! The Scarlet Letter was just bullshit and the teacher thought that repeating the same explanation just a little slower was enough for him to understand what was going on. Plus there was fucking Brandon deciding his whole personality was gonna be Sarah and there was the fact that Warlock needs to ask someone to the dance and he wants to go with Veronica but he feels like he can’t talk to her because she’s cooler than him and his father constantly on his case because he’s on TikTok too often and he’s lazy and entitled when actually the thought of putting on jeans makes Warlock want to stay in bed for life.

Also- as stupid as it may sound- there’s a zit on his nose and it’s making him absolutely furious for no real reason other than it being one more annoying thing. The straw that broke the camel’s back and all.

The water, which had been cascading numbingly down his marshy hair, grows cold over him. Damn, he even managed to overstay his welcome in the fucking shower.

The cold water makes him nauseated. He peels himself out of the tub, pats down with a soggy towel- he had taken a shower this morning for real. after his dad had yelled at him for a few hours, he needed a minute and that’s how he ended up in the shower again- and pulls on an old hoodie over his sweats. He’s the splitting image of teenage depression, he knows that, and maybe this is a desperate last-ditch effort to get someone to notice something is very wrong.

On his way back to his room, he hears his mother screaming and his father biting back over something stupid. It shouldn’t bother him, he knows that too, but he just sighs. Gets to his room long enough to put on his Slides.

He stands over his desk, weighing his phone in his hand. Should he bring it with him? Let the Secret Service agents track him with every step so no alarm is raised and prepare for the proper scolding and probably grounding awaiting his return? Or should he leave it right there where they’ll lose him entirely and he’ll risk being out this late without anyway to contact anyway?

The phone thuds against the desk.

Warlock has no idea where he’s going. Out, he supposes, out of this house seeped through with toxic dependency and screaming, spiraling thoughts.

No one stops him on his way out.

No one cares.

Why would they?

Part 2!!

#warlock dowling #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #ineffable husbands #nanny ashtoreth #ficlet #fic

[the-himawari]

A3! Hyodo Kumon - Translation [SSR] One Concealed in Light and Darkness (1/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Kumon: “So this is the place you’re scoping out, huh? Well, you’ve already failed letting me get behind you so easily.”

Tsumugi: “…You’ve still got a lot to learn if that’s what you think.”

Kumon: “WHAT!? Was this your tactic to lure me out all along…!”

Sakyo: …Oh? (A street act with Tsukioka and Hyodo Jr.? It looks like they’re playin’ ninjas.)

Kumon: Ah! “Brother! I’m over here! SAVE ME! BROOOOTHER!”

Sakyo: Huh?

Tsumugi: “Hmph, come at me. I shall send you and your brother to the next world together!”

Audience member A: By brother, does he mean that guy with the glasses?

Audience member A: They’re bringing the audience in—what an amazing show!

Sakyo: You guys… “Geez… aren’t I always telling you your voice is way too loud?”

Kumon: “Sorry ‘bout that, brother!”

-pause-

*applause*

Troupe members: Thank you very much!

Kumon: That was so fun~! It got super hyped when Sakyo-san joined in!

Sakyo: Good grief… I was only plannin’ on watching as a guest.

Tsumugi: Fufu. It looks like you enjoyed yourself as well though.

Izumi: Great job, you three!

Kumon: Ah, Director! So you were watching, after all!

Sakyo:  After all?

Kumon: I thought I noticed them in the audience part way through~.

Tsumugi: What did you think of our ninja etude?

Izumi: It was really fun! You were just like real ninjas even without the costumes and props…

Kumon: Really!? Yaaay, thanks!

Izumi: Actually, I have a something I’d really like to talk to you three about, seeing as you did a ninja etude…

-pause-

Kumon: An interactive escape game based on a VR game?

Izumi: Exactly. Citron-kun, Banri-kun, and Hisoka-san participated in the past by playing spies. Do you remember?

Sakyo: That’s right. That did happen, come to think of it. Was that that job they took on by chance?

Tsumugi: I remember too. If I recall correctly, you participated as a test player, didn’t you, Director?

Izumi: Yes, that’s right. We received another offer from that very same company… Here’s the proposal.

Sakyo: “Interactive Mystery-Solving Ninja Game”…

Izumi: It appears to be based on a VR game, just like last time.

Kumon: Awesome! Sounds lit!

Tsumugi: So basically, our role is to accompany the players in the game as rookie ninjas, help them solve the riddles and progress through the game.

Izumi: I was planning to discuss with everyone once I got home. But then I spotted you three doing a ninja etude…

Sakyo: And you thought we’d be perfect?

Izumi: I’m just saying—isn’t that an amazing coincidence? Plus the offer was for three people!

Tsumugi: Haha, I can’t argue with that.

Izumi: So… if you don’t mind, won’t you participate?

Kumon: Aw yeah, I’m down! I wanna be a ninja! I was the only lord in Summer troupe’s 5th performance, so I’ve been dying to try playing a ninja!

Tsumugi: I’m interested.

Sakyo: Well, I don’t mind.

Izumi: Alright, it’s settled then! Here’s the script and the character sheets to start you off.

Kumon: What’s the script about?

Izumi: I actually haven’t read it either. I’m going to be a test player again this time.

Tsumugi: Oh, I get it. You’re going to get spoiled if you read it.

Kumon: ‘Kay, look forward to the day of then!

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#a3! #a3! translation #hyodo kumon #act! addict! actors!

[egipci]

thank you for bringing awareness to this grievous issue. how is there possibly not more huntercorp content out there?? the overlap between the succession freaks and spn freaks on here is practically a circle. then supernatural does a literal canon succession au and… crickets. i don’t understand. cmon ladies we can do better

Thank you for your solidarity! I agree: we CAN do better!

To be fair, I totally understand the paucity of content in the field, simply because those guys are just not really recognizable as Sam and Dean. They're vacuous spoiled dudes for us to laugh at for the five minutes they're on screen, unlike our very serious special Winchesters Prime, God's favorites, etc. We don’t really even know anything about them, other than they still live with their dad into their late thirties? And Sam is like "haha Dad is the best guy I wanna live with him in the same house forever cheers," which makes me think the CTE finally caught up with him. So fanon interest doesn't really extend beyond heehee silly wincest-twincest foursome business, or maybe there's some cracky Daddycestuous harem going on that I haven't heard about--- which is great if you're into that sort of thing.

What I think is more interesting though is to use that world as a springboard to construct a more canon-feeling AU that retains the character's personalities and dynamics. Like, just take all the deeply traumatizing shit that comes with hunting from a young age and add to it all the fucked-up-ness of excessive wealth and access.

Say, John at some point when Dean and Sam are much younger decides it would be better to work with other people for resources and efficiency (lol), and doesn’t burn quite as many bridges as he could, and whenever someone offers to pay a little something to show their gratitude he agrees. Along the way that turns into a hunting business, recruiting hunters, etc, and it picks up, and it's lucrative enough obviously because monsters are plentiful, and so the kids grow up with money, comfortable. There's the old "I want you to go to school and I want Dean to have a home," so he probably did buy a home base, extra fortified, and there were babysitters to watch after Sam, a little less pressure on Dean with the co-parenting. More creature comforts and safety and stability available, but maybe even more emotional distance between John and Sam than in canon. Dad's trips last for months and months, Sam is fine, he goes to the same nice private school for most of his life, gets with Jessica in high school or something, whatever, you can fill in the blanks here. Maybe he goes to a military school or something, in this strange world where people know about monsters, but his dad is still very much distant and mysterious.

Depending on when the transition towards more financial stability happens, Dean would have more vivid memories of serious poverty that he shares with his dad that Sam might not fully remember/appreciate, and as he gets older Dean’s off with Dad more and more, staying away longer and longer, etc, and that in itself is an interesting question, I think: if Dean doesn't have to parent Sam as much, what does that mean for their relationship? There's always the baseline of the older brother duty/younger brother admiration going on, but maybe it's more they're more like 2x20 than canon--- or not, maybe it translates into more closeness than the canon pre-canon! A good writer can convince you of anything, but it's essential that their relationship only flourishes in the absence of their dad, not only physical absence/death, but also his absence in Dean's emotional life, and all of that is deferred for as long as you keep the old man around. the idea of 60's John/40's Dean makes me....

Anyway, the Succession comparison in particular is really compelling here because 1. in a world where people know about monsters, and monster-hunting is a lucrative empire-building business, the Winchesters (assuming they are actually as good as they are in the main timeline) would hold huge influence. Like, serious political influence. Depending on the size and boundaries of his operation John Winchester could be the owner of an extremely powerful militia trained to kill both people and monsters? And that's... kind of insane! (And with that power and influence, did Sam and Dean grow up in the public eye to some degree, like president’s kids and various d-listers? What sort of rich people vices were they exposed to? Are hunters seen as celebrities or as soldiers, or something in between like in, eg, The Boys?”)

Therefore 2. the stakes of succession are extremely important, and also 3. as an au-explorer, that's how you get to keep some semblance of the John-Dean-Sam dynamic from canon. Say, Sam goes to Stanford on Dad's dime, no need for a scholarship, he fits in with the other kids fine, at least along socioeconomic lines. But obviously he's still very well trained as a hunter, and he may or may not be dealing with demon blood-induced uncleanliness. And let's say Dean is groomed into both hunting but also the business side of things, slated to run the family business when the time comes, maybe he goes to college too and studies something soul-sucking he thinks would be useful for the business and would make dad proud, but probably not, I don't see John suddenly becoming an elitist type, specially when they're in the world they're in. Plus, Dean already has charm and looks in spades, no need for a fancy degree.

But what if at some point John changes his mind? It's not Dean, but Sam who should be king. Or Sam and Dean together as partners. Sam of course doesn't want it. He wants to be a lawyer, or whatever it is the Lebanon alt!Sam does. Adam doesn't want it, he doesn't know anything about hunting, he's probably only seen his dad a total of five times since college, and no one showed up to his engagement party. Who knows, maybe he's already been eaten by the ghoul and no one has noticed yet. Obviously Dean doesn't want to run anything, either, but no one cares about that. He'll do it if he has to, because he's a good son, and in that way this is the weird inverse world of Succession where no one actually wants the inheritance. They do want the elusive kiss from daddy, they're just not under any illusions that the family business is an adequate substitute.

So, like, you can take those two weirdo throwaways and make them infinitely more interesting. You can kill John, you can throw in the Azazel hunt, or introduce the Heaven mega-bureaucrats, or whatever. Maybe Sam gets on the demon blood in his fancy private school and is surrounded by demons for years and it’s John’s fault because he send him there, thinking he'd be safe. Or maybe none of that other mytharc stuff comes in and at the heart of the story is just the family drama. Sprinkle in some more sex, drugs, and rock n roll, etc.— so many little choices to make for people who like the work of intricate world building and crossover! Good for them, whenever they get their hands on this.

Of course the thing that matters to me most is the J/D of it all and Dean's feelings about it--- like he is daddy's golden boy in pretty panties and a cock cage, but what I've been thinking about (like, actually thinking about, for fic writing purposes) is why is he in the cock cage? What if he likes it? What if he wants it and likes it and hates that he likes it? Succession is part of a huge tradition of works preoccupied with wealth and moral decadence and corruption, and those things can only be compounded by the reality of not only wide-spread knowledge of monsters, but also the existence of an industry dedicated to the sanctioned extrajudicial killing of "creatures" that look and live just like normal people 99% of the time. It's extremely fucking bleak, more so in some ways than canon, and it's the kind of world where dad/son incest is possible, where alcoholism/addiction would be much closer to the surface, where Dean is rewarded for Dad’s parasitic dependence in different, slightly more complicated ways than canon, where Dean's baitboy duties probably extend to various unsavory human actors, men and women, starting when he was way too young. And it's not necessarily always the sort of seduction/manipulation/self-objectification that ends with Dean on his back, and John is not a mustache-twirling villain who's looking it in the face and ambivalently sending his kid to the slaughter, but shit happens and it's part of life and it's for the greater good and it's for the family business and Dean's a man and he can handle it and when he comes back tongue-tied and flushed, wearing his cute little panties under his slacks and holding a matching cage in his hand John will tease him first, always, and then he will put his hands on him and make it better.

#thank you dear anon-- thinking and writing this through reminded me of the scene with bela in s3 with the tux #and i don't really think she's that evil in the larger scheme of things #but she's someone who would be more vicious in this world #and now I'm thinking about a story where Dean *has to* have maybe traumatizing sex with her for whatever dad-related reason #and whatever she did to our little guy he doesn't want to think about his dick for a while :( #and obviously because it's dad's fault only dad can fix it #i mean--- if j/d can be distilled down to any single trope it would be hurt/comfort and john is always always the source of both </3 #asks

[leon-swedfinqs]

The 13th Conduit -- Story Previews

Currently, my partner and I have been going back and forth with this new story idea and, frankly? I am obsessed with it and I am super excited to see this story to it's end. I won't spoil too much now, but below the cut there are some previews of what is in store for when it eventually gets finished ;)

“I’m surprised I’m not talking to your feet you’re so head over heels,” Beelzebub grumbled. 

“I know! Isn’t it wonderful?” Raphael squeed. She had completely missed Beelzebub’s connotation to their remark, either purposefully or inadvertently while drunken on lust. 

Beelzebub rolled their eyes and turned their attention to something else. “Let me know when your next date is,” they muttered.

“Oooo! Why, wanna help me pick out an outfit?” Raphael smiled.

“So I can avoid being within a 200 mile radius,” they groaned. 

“Oh don’t be so grumpy,” Raphael tsked as she went to her closet and began to flip through articles, already trying to pick her next date attire, “and besides, I may not even be able to tell you! After all, our dates are more like fate than pre planned. He’ll know where to find me. And I’ll know where to find him too, when our hearts meet and we align in time, place, and space.”

“Go to poetry club or cram it,” Beelzebub snapped as they cracked open a book on their desk. 

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“So, let’s do some quick introductions,” Lucifer hummed. That caught Crowley off guard, but he was very quick to rein that in. After all, confusion was probably what Lucifer wanted, or anything similar to lower Crowley's defenses. Instead he said nothing and let Lucifer start. 

“So, ‘Anthony.’ Anthony J. Crowley. This whole persona you invented to evade me. Shall we drop it now that we’ve finished playing hide and seek?” Lucifer hummed as he pulled out a small tray of meats and cheeses. It was spoken with such calmness, as if it was merely a game to play with a child rather than an over 30 year long conflict. Crowley again mulled over his answer but ultimately decided that if he were to assert his dominance in the situation and not fold to Lucifer’s will, he needed to show enough resistance to gain respect, but not too much as to anger his opponent.

“I prefer you continue calling me Anthony actually,” Crowley said plainly. Further remarks and potential justifications flashed his mind, though he bit his tongue. Lucifer paused before shrugging his shoulders.

“I suppose that’s fine. You have been living with it for quite a while. It’s only reasonable that you’d still be attached. Though I hope you aren’t attached to the other play things you found on your sabbatical.”

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“Anathema!” Another voice, that was most distinctly belonging to Wensleydale, cried from behind the door. “Come on, please?”

There was another knock as Anathema huffed and backed away from the door. 

“I felt the shift too,” Adam’s voice said simply. “It felt right, like it was supposed to happen. He’s going to try to reverse it.”

“We want to help Mr. Crowley!” Brian chimed in. 

“Guys, please, the last thing I want is for all of you to get hurt,” Anathema heavily sighed. “We’ve got a full enough party as it is.”

There was a quiet chime, followed by the doorknob rattling and the door easily swung a bit open. Anathema blinked in surprise — she was 100% sure she had locked it. Before she could even attempt to close it again, Warlock had pushed through and opened the door the rest of the way, with Adam trailing behind him. 

“I want to return the favor,” he said, his eyes a little saddened. “Do you want our help or not?”

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“We understand that the sun is what causes these power fluctuations, and with those who are fire inclined experiencing a slightly different cycle, and our current ecliptic line being off by a few degrees, what does that mean? Well, -“ she slapped her hand against the sheet right next to the new symbol, “- what if I was to tell you that we have had 13 leads all along!”

Between her manic explanation and frantic movements between diagrams, Raphael only then realized that she was out of breath; panting and flushed red in the cheeks. In fact, her entire form numbed and tingled, no doubt from the burst of adrenaline. However, it would only take one more breath to finish, and so she gulped a large breath of air and proudly said, “Lucifer, I-“

“No.”

Her exhale retreated back into her throat suddenly. Lucifer’s voice was strange now, it didn’t seem to have come from his mouth but rather reverberated around from every point of his aura encompassing them both. She was startled and rattled, only able to move her mouth wordlessly as the feeling wore off. 

“B-But…” she mumbled as she gestured vaguely to a star chart, “it’s here-“

She didn’t see him move and instead only first registered his action by the harsh ripping and shredding or her hard work. The fractured remnants of her hard work fluttered to the floor like harmless snow at Lucifer’s feet as he stared at the empty board now nearly devoid of anything that once resembled paper. 

#mari rambles #mari writes #sheep writes #good omens d&d au #good omens d&d #good omens au #fanfiction #fanfic preview #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #ineffable husbands #aziraphale good omens #crowley good omens #many many many other good omens characters #zodiac signs #original d&d magic system #ophiuchus

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Louis answers fans’ questions on 98.5 WKRZ:

1. On his favourite lyric:

That’s a tough question. I don’t wanna spoil any of the new lyrics you’ve not heard but I like the way it lands on ‘All of those voices / All of those choices’ on #BiggerThanMe. (x)

2. On choosing Iceland for the Bigger Than Me music video:

Amazing. Really really beautiful place. It was important for the kinda size of the look of the first single, it’s got this big soaring chorus. I wanted to have something with scale and size and Iceland, everywhere you look, it’s an incredible looking place … so it was a bit of a no brainer to do it there. (x)(x)

3. On AFHF 2022:

It was actually during lockdown, it was an idea I had for a while that I wanted to put on a free gig and just say thank you to the incredible support that I had from the fans over the years, it felt appropriate. (x) It was such a success, the first one, that we were like 'maybe we could do this annually' and we just did the last one in, uh, Spain - who just told me that? Yeah, nice one! Nice one! I was racking me brain even though I know. (x)

4. On rumors involving him:

There’s just been so many over the years. There’s so much. You can’t really pay attention to any of that otherwise it will get too much but yeah, it is what it is. I’ve always been used to it, I suppose. (x)

5. On the most fun part of his career:

Other than the music? I mean it’s mostly music. I’d say the travelling. It’s tiring but it’s amazing getting to see different places that I’d never thought as a young lad I’d get to go to so many different countries, cities. (x)

6. On advice for going into the music industry:

I would say just trust your gut. Try and be really honest with yourself and think about who you want to be be, musically. Trust your gut. There’s a lot of different opinions but actually no one knows you better than yourself. (x) Pretty profound, eh? (x)

7. On what the songs on Faith in the Future mean:

I actually don't want to talk about what these songs are about cause I want people to draw their own conclusions because once we finish writing a song, it’s kind of open to interpretation, so I rather people come to their conclusions on their own. (x)

8. On his proudest accomplishment:

I’d say a combination of this tour I’ve just done and this album. (x)

9. On which song would play when he walks into a room:

I’ve got no idea! … Maybe Teddy Picker from Arctic Monkeys? (x) (x)

I’ve got no idea. No idea! It’s almost like what would be a boxing walk out. Maybe Teddy Picker - Arctic Monkeys? (x)

10. On writing Faith in the Future:

I’d say the first album was probably more challenging. I suppose the first challenge that I had making this record was I imagined that I would have had full tour under my belt before I started writing this record. Obviously that didn’t happen. (x) So at first that was challenging. But actually it gave me more time to be able to have a bit more clarity in my head, time on my own, to see exactly what I wanted. (x) It just took me a bit of working out on the first record in terms of exactly who I am as an artist but I think this second record is a much better advert for me as an artist, I’d say so. (x)

11. On what makes him laugh:

When I’m in America, I watch a lot of that ‘Ridiculousness’. (x) I like watching people fail it’s pretty funny as a comedy. (x)

12. On one song he’s excited to perform live:

Silver Tongues - that’s one song in particular that I’m really excited to perform. (x) (x)

Probably Silver Tongues. The minute we finished writing it it just felt — I mean most of this album has been written with the live show in mind — but that one in particular. (x)

Audio of interview on Audacy

Full interview on LTN YouTube

#louis tomlinson #btm promo #985KRZ

[dashawns-world]

Escaflowne the Movie (2000)

I’m probably dating myself immediately by choosing this movie, but it’s what came to mind after a joint last night. I recommend watching (at least) the opening scene of this film up until the title comes on at around 5:20. You can watch it here. I will spoil the movie, though, so here’s your warning. Also, this movie deals with heavy themes such as depression and nihilism. If that isn’t your thing, run awaaaay!

Where was I? Oh, right- 

So, why this movie? Well, let me paint a lil’ picture for you. (With words, I don’t wanna paint rn, sorry.) 

I was 10 or 11 when Escaflowne came on TV one night, I think. (This painting sucks, leave me alone.)  I remember it being faaairly late, and I was fiending for anything with the vibe of Dragon Ball or Cowboy Bebop. Though I didn’t know it at the time, it was anime that I wanted to watch. I felt like a cool grown-up watching them because they had violence and adults smoking. Simpler times.

Escaflowne started much slower than I would’ve liked as a kid. Now, I can appreciate the time given to showing shots of the sky and the massive airship that dwarfs a damn mountain. But as a kid, I wanted something to happen.

I got my wish when this anime boy fell from the clouds. I’m like, where’d this guy come from? I’m locked in now. Suddenly he lands on the airship, and a guard is rightfully like, “Bro, who tf-“ SLICE! The guard is dead, and my lil developing brain decides, “Yup, here’s a core memory.” What proceeds is the most intense opening of a movie I’d seen up until that point. The drums kick in, and this anime boy runs into a hull full of soldiers and sprays everybody. The animation, choreography, music, and cinematography are outstanding. Truly unmatched stuff. I won’t go into detail here because I want to break this scene down later, but yeah, the anime boy’s lone assault on this airship is incredible.

I NEVER got that opening scene out of my head. It started my obsession with anime guys and their samurai swords before Samurai Champloo, and solidified my appreciation for airships/sky battles. Maybe it’s because I recently beat “Tears of the Kingdom,” but I’ve been thinking more and more about how I like fighting in the sky. (Not irl, though.)

Now the thing is, the opening scene is ALL I ever remembered from the movie. I could recall elements of the rest of the film, like the fact that there were giant robots, but the story and characters never stuck. And that’s why I decided to rewatch this as an adult and figure out why. 

Here we go!

I won’t dissect the entire movie beat for beat. It’s tempting, but I want to discuss the story and its themes today. I’ll need to let you in on another small fact to do that. This movie is an adaptation of an anime TV series called “The Vision of Escaflowne.” I didn’t know that until last night because while watching it, I could see the story introducing many elements and dropping them just as quickly, so I googled it. At this point in my life, I’ve watched many films based on books. You can just tell after a while. What’s interesting, though, is that this adaptation took a lot of liberties with the source material. I only knew this version, so I’m judging it on its merits. 

I’m also ghetto, so here’s Wikipedia’s summary. 

“Hitomi Kanzaki is in crisis. Her life has lost its meaning, and she is plagued by unusual dreams. She is depressed and wants nothing more than to disappear. After falling out with her only friend, she is mysteriously summoned to another world, Gaea, where she finds herself inside Escaflowne, a doomsday weapon destined to come to life at the appearance of a prophesied "wing goddess". The world of Gaea is facing its own crisis: relentless conquest by the Black Dragon Clan, the rebels against which become convinced that Hitomi is the prophesied goddess who will revive Escaflowne. Never certain of her identity in Gaea, Hitomi finds her destiny as she becomes closer to the rebel leader, Lord Van, and helps to bring about the fall of his vengeful brother Lord Folken, the master of the Black Dragon Clan.”

Say thank you to Wikipedia! ...I’m sorry if this is annoying to read.

Anyway, I’ll say that’s a reasonably exciting story! Maybe not now when tons of Isekai have done it arguably better in all these years, but It’s interesting. A depressed person with the power to make or break a world? What a concept! Indeed it’s enough to make you curious. I’m gonna stop talking like this now.

Nihilism is the name of the game in this film. Each major player (Hitomi, Van, and Folken) represents different stages of it. Whereas Hitomi deals with how much modern-day living sucks, Van and Folken’s conflict involves war and their entire world. That said, Hitomi was ready to self-destruct in her introductory scene due to her depression. VERY HEAVY. After the opening scene's thrill, this was like whiplash. None of this stuck with my childish brain; I was very dumb. Thankfully, the imagery was not disturbing (otherwise, it probably would have), but the stuff she said resonates with me now. 

Ultimately, she finds she’s not alone in feeling this way, as Van is similarly alone in his world as the sole heir to his kingdom. He has only known struggle thanks to his dickhole older brother, who is coo-coo-crazy with his nihilism, and is hell-bent on taking the whole world out with him. Hitomi and Van only defeat Folken thanks to finding and understanding each other. …Except they don’t defeat him… in fact, the story and many of the themes get kinda screwy.

I’ve buried the lead, but in my opinion, this movie starts off strong and then drops the ball. I will say I liked what the story was doing. The theme, learning that you’re not alone when you’re depressed, is beautiful. Sure, one can argue that it oversimplifies a real issue, but stories can do that. I see stories as extensions of their creators. The writing is genuine here. Hitomi’s dialogue in the intro was legit and also beautifully directed. I’m definitely assuming here, but if this is how the writers chose to tell the story of someone struggling with depression, I won’t dismiss it because they didn’t match how I feel you should write about it.

The problems I had were more on the missed potential side. And letting dialogue take the place of visual storytelling. The first act had me completely engrossed. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The troubles started to arise when they started introducing maaaaany characters. I started to lose track of them. I love ensemble casts, but in a 90-minute movie, they’re not all going to get to shine. This is only a problem for me when I actually LIKE the characters. (which I did, the freakin goobs) So if they were to… suddenly eject from the plot, I’d be sad. This is where the film, initially being a show, reared its ugly head. Van is part of a resistance group, but he’s not even the leader. I don’t know why the Wikipedia synopsis said that.

Thanks, Wikipedia.

You find this out after his and Hitomi’s introductory scenes. They throw this lovable gang of misfits at you, and they do it well. I was on board and was even starting to worry for them because I knew a dark fantasy story had the potential to kill off mains. None of them die, though. In fact, around the halfway point of the movie, they all become completely irrelevant. The actual leader? Diet-Sephiroth? He can keep UP with Van, who is, on all accounts, a killing machine. They seemed to think showing us this was important. Too bad he’s useless by the movie's midpoint, too, because he never has to show that strength again. They don’t even get a scene at the end where they tell Hitomi goodbye. Why the hell were they even there? Why did we spend any time learning about them? I’m sure they get more relevancy in the show, but this isn’t the show; it’s a movie. A movie that purposefully isn’t anything like the show, either. From what I read, this movie cut a lot of the fat from the show, but I guess this couldn’t be helped. That said, there’s a scene where a VERY detestable character gets a farewell scene. Why him and not Van’s crew? I’m very upset, lol.

So what happens when the crew is gone halfway through the movie? Well, Hitomi and Van bond. But… not in any way that’s immediately noticeable. This is my major, major issue. Too many characters tell Hitomi things about Van before we see them bond. I really wish she’d SEEN that he wasn’t such a bad guy instead of people telling her. They also tell her the whole point of the movie, which is a no-no for me. The lion dude is straight up like, “Yeah, Van wants to die.” He may as well have said, “Just like you did earlier in the movie because he’s depressed too.” I was hoping she’d learn this from her interactions with Van himself, but up until this point in the movie, they don’t interact much. This is where my tastes come in, as I want to grow attached to the main characters in a story. Hitomi and Van, despite being very profoundly written in this film, are only their sorrow, it seems. Hitomi, at least in the beginning, is less so. But Van is about as interesting as a wall in this movie. (A wall that can fight good, mind you, but fight good is not a personality trait.) 

Stories about emotionally stunted, stoic-lite dudes that need a woman to show them how to care make me cringe. I can’t help it; it’s just not my thing! “Man strong, he need woman to lie head on.” I personally think that’s weak irl, so stories like that don’t resonate with me. To each their own. I think it could’ve at least been done a bit more tastefully. But heeey, this movie is a 2000’s movie, baybee, and hindsight is, of course, 20/20. In the movie’s defense, though, Hitomi and Van don’t seem to develop feelings or intimacy beyond understanding one another, so that’s why I could keep going! One could even say the stoic dude thing wasn’t their intention! But that’s the problem when you don’t give HIM (Van) any agency, and everyone talks about him like they did. I forgot he wasn’t a machine until ⅔ into the film.

I gave it some thought, and the only reason this bothered me was that Van’s humanity was all there, but AFTER these scenes with Hitomi being told about it. Van DOES open up and IS a good guy in a bad position. There’s a scene where he sculpts a figurine for one of the crew members. I actually love how the scene was directed because you couldn’t tell he was doing it. It was a reveal. And a very good reveal, to me. I enjoyed that! If they had put that scene earlier than it was placed, that could’ve been the visual moment to know that he’s not all “kill, kill, destroy.” But it wasn’t new information where it was placed. The movie said, “Sorry, I know Van seemed a lil coo-coo-crazy initially, but we promise you he’s a protagonist.” And I’m like, “I knoooow, you told me so many times that this seems redundant now.” Okay, I’m done with my lil rant.

The intention to make Hitomi and Van two peas in a pod was great, but it felt like Hitomi didn’t think he was tight until he saved her and was told multiple times Van’s cool... After that, she becomes a “Van’s the Man fan girl.” So if you look past all that, they bond, and it’s nice. But the rest becomes kind of a slog. Characters are introduced and given nothing; Before I end this, lemme talk about Folken real quick. His motivations were weird. Basically, he hated the world? And wanted it destroyed by the apocalyptic arrival of Hitomi. The head-scratching came from the fact that he didn’t need her to fuck up the world. He was doing a pretty good job being evil and ruining everyone’s lives without her. His misinformation about their lil prophecy was his own undoing. In fact, he knew he was going to die and welcomed it. The prophecy said he’d die, but it didn’t say how it would happen. I guess he wanted it to be Hitomi, but she was like a school girl so that didn’t happen. Lol, sorry, bro. I skim over stuff all the time; these are the results. The plot was “Folken was wrong about everything.”

So, due to being wrong about everything, Folken is betrayed by one of his own soldiers and KILLED lol. If you didn’t watch, you’re probably like wow that’s underwhelming. But if you SAW how impossibly powerful they made Folken seem, this is even more of a wet slap on your cheek. His climactic battle with Van and Hitomi is underwhelming because they don’t fight. It seems like, through Hitomi’s influence, Van no longer wants to be a fighter ANYWAY. He just wants peace. But the movie definitely made it seem like they were all going to fight more. I guess I like climactic fights if you give me too powerful badasses. Theme be damned, lol. That’s not a fair critique, but it’s what I wanted. Not a single clash of a sword between Van and Folken. The ending just had me scratching my head. After the lack of character stuff, all I was looking forward to was a sick animated fight, and I didn’t get it. There are more things I could nitpick, but ultimately it was the lack of believability in Van and Hitomi’s relationship that kept this from being a classic in my eyes. I’m fairly lax about plot shit when the characters are hitting, but if I’m bored of your mains, I don’t care, yo; I’m going to sleep. So much potential, though! 

There are a few scenes I’d like to go over in detail because, despite the movie’s lack of a satisfying whole, there were some REAL TASTY parts. But I’ll do that in another post, as this one is too long now. I’d say at the end of it all, I did learn something about my own tastes. And now you did too. Thanks for reading if you got this far!

-Dashawn

#2000's/2009's anime #critique #anime

[inkybinkyboink]

k but like im still hung up on how jehan frollo went from being quasi's half brother to his biological father. and the interesting thing is, it actually changes the story a LOT. like, in the book, quasimodo just kind of shows up and frollo adopts him out of fear that that could have been jehan, and he sympathizes with that. more so, quasimodo in the book is more of a representation of the soul of notre dame rather than a character of his own. he exists to serve notre dame, in a way. jehan's just the drunken spoiled younger brother who goes to his brother for money instead of getting a job and living independently. florika doesn’t exist, jehan never gets kicked out of school, and he doesn’t have a child he can’t take care of. it takes away from TONS of the motivation the musical ends up having for the big “what makes a monster and what makes a man” message.

in the musical, as mentioned before, jehan falls in love with a roma woman, they get kicked out and have quasimodo, who jehan, in a last ditch effort, hands over to his brother to take care of. the tone of this action varies from actor to actor. lucas coleman’s jehan seems to give quasimodo away genuinely out of a want for the child to have a successful, good life, and he knows that frollo might be able to give him that. now contrast that with jeremy stolle’s jehan who gives quasimodo to frollo because even on his death bed, he continues to go back to his brother for aid. he perpetuates the notion that jehan was constantly dependent on others up until his dying breath. 

regardless of how the action is played out, it’s important that it happens because it sets us up for like...the entire story of hunchback of notre dame. if jehan doesn’t give his newborn child to claude frollo, there’s no story. i think in frollo’s eyes, quasimodo is seen as a sort of “second chance”. he sees how his brother kind of fell from grace and turned to a life of “sin” in the eyes of the catholic church, and how that almost definitely means he’s damned to hell. and remember, that’s his brother, the man he admits to loving the entire time at the end of the show. frollo’s seeing his brother go against everything they were ever taught and to him it results in his death and damnation. that’s insane.

aha, but the child. look, it’s my brothers child that’s kind of fucked up, and comes from (in frollo’s mind) two fucked up parents, maybe i can save him in the way i couldnt save my brother.

jehan frollo being quasimodo’s biological father allows the hunchback of notre dame to begin its entire plot, and gives most of frollo’s motivation for raising quasimodo the way he does which in turn motivates quasimodo to leave the cathedral and the whole thing falls like a domino effect all because jehan frollo gave away his child. the entire action in itself sets up the “what makes a monster and what makes a man” message, and i think that’s something that’s completely lacking in the book.

like ok, i understand that the book was never about social justice, it was about architecture, but if you’re going to make all of these awful characters, i think you should at least give them a solid reasoning for it, because they’re clearly motivated by something, we just never know what. as much as i don’t, and don’t want to, you can’t even put the blame on esmerelda, which you shouldn’t, because she didn’t do anything, but even if you were to try, you couldn’t, because everything that happens to frollo is the result of his own actions and feelings and thoughts. 

i’m rambling now and getting off track, but like bro i just wanna know how we got from point A to point B and how that affects the story, and why that change was chosen and implemented. 

#the hunchback of notre dame #i am officially back on my bullshit #jehan frollo #claude frollo

[sporadically-sexy]

A Lesson in Self Defense

When Jason starts teaching free self defense classes, the last person he expects to show up is his replacement. Tim hears about Jason’s lessons and takes it upon himself to make sure the Red Hood’s not up to something, so in retaliation Jason uses him as a test dummy for the class. Neither of them expect to like it quite that much.

Read on AO3 here! Warning, this is rated E for explicit!

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At five of six, a reasonably sized group of people have gathered. It’s not a large crowd, but it’s enough. Jason’s feeling pretty pleased with himself when he spots him.

What the fuck is the pretender doing here, chatting with the other students? He’s sure as fuck not here for the free self defense lessons. This is a beginner’s class, there’s nothing he’s teaching the brat doesn’t already know. And even if he did, Jason’s sure as fuck not going to be the one teaching him.

Whatever he’s doing here, he’s not welcome, and Jason’s going to make sure he knows it. He carefully does not storm over to where the pretender is standing.

“S’cues me, could I borrow him for just a sec?” He says to the young blonde woman Tim’s chatting with.

“Oh sure.” The woman says. “Of course, we can talk more later.”

Tim smiles at her, but tenses imperceptibly as Jason steers him away from the others.

“What the fuck are you doing here, pretender?” Jason hisses.

“Well the Red Hood is giving self-defense lessons in my neighborhood, and I wanted to know why.” Tim says dryly.

“It never occurred to you that maybe it’s just for the good of the community?” Jason says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t like what the pretender is implying.

“Oh, it occurred to me. But when have you done anything to earn the benefit of my doubt?” Tim asks cooly. “Was it the time you nearly slit my throat, the time you wrote a message in my blood, or the time you put a batarang in my chest?”

Jason doesn’t have an answer to that. The little shit’s right, he’s got no ground to stand on. The pretender has every right to be suspicious of Jason.

“If it makes you feel any better, Bruce didn’t ask me to come. I’m here on my own.” It does make him feel better, actually, that Bruce didn’t feel the need to check up on him. At least not in this. “And as it happens, I do live in the neighborhood.”

That’s news to Jason. He hadn’t realized the kid had moved out of the manor. But looking at him, the pretender’s not much of a kid anymore. Those cheekbones are sharp, not a hint of baby fat to be found.

“Little robin’s flying far from the nest.” Jason says. He doesn’t for a second believe that spoiled little rich boy Tim Drake lives in Crime Alley.

“What, you haven’t heard?” Tim sneers. “I’m not Robin anymore.”

“Oh I’ve heard. You’re Red Robin now. Because what’s mine is yours.” He says nastily. He knows enough about how Tim actually became Robin to know his old anger was irrational and unfair. That doesn’t mean Tim doesn’t still piss him off though.

“Because I needed something already tainted, and that suited the bill.” Tim says coolly, and Jason should probably get away from this conversation before he starts seeing green.

“You wanna stick around? Fine. But don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on you.” Jason snaps.

“I would never expect you to.” Tim shoots back, and he walks away to rejoin the other participants.

Jason takes a few calming breaths, getting his temper under control before he calls the class to order. He introduces himself and goes over the basics of what they’ll be doing.

“The best way to win a fight is not to fight in the first place, so we’re gonna focus on how to get away from someone grabbing you. For the first move, I’m gonna do a demonstration. Tim, thanks so much for agreeing to help.” He says, giving the replacement a nasty smile. He hopes he hadn’t given the participants a false name. (That’s a lie, be kinda does.)

Tim’s eyes narrow momentarily, but he plays along. “It’s my pleasure. I did some self defense stuff back when I was a kid, but I’m not sure how much I remember.” Giving himself an out for if he’s better than a beginner should be.

“First I’m gonna show you what an attacker might do, then I’m gonna go over how to get out of it.” Tim nods, preparing himself, but Jason moves before he’s ready and Tim reacts on instinct. He flips Jason over his shoulder. Jason rolls with it, but Tim grabs him around the knee and completely fucks his landing, and he ends up on his back. Luckily they’re on mats, so nothing’s hurt but his pride.

“Wow!” Tim says, the picture of surprise. “I guess I remember more than I thought.”

“That was amazing!” The blonde woman gushes.

“I would never have been able to do that if Jason hadn’t let me.” Tim lies, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Jason can say he was caught off guard all he likes, but the truth is Tim absolutely had him, and they both know it.

“That’s still awesome! He’s so much bigger than you, and you totally took him down!” The woman says, with all the grace and tact of a child.

“A lot of my training was focused on how to take down opponents who were bigger than me.” Tim says sheepishly. “I practiced a lot when I was younger.”

That’s absolutely true. What he’s not saying is that that was a move taught to him by Lady Shiva, specifically to disable uber athletic opponents like Dick Grayson. Or people taught by Dick Grayson.

Jason can feel his face heating up, but he forces himself to keep his cool. Mostly.

“Since you’re so experienced , you can help me with the rest of the demonstration. With out flipping me this time.” Jason says through gritted teeth. Tim took him down and they both know it, even if no one else does. Jason takes a few more calming breaths. This class is supposed to help people who are in dangerous situations, but that’s not gonna work out if the teacher comes across as an arrogant hothead.

“Of course. It would be my pleasure, Jason. Just tell me what to do.” Tim says, the picture of affable geniality. Jason hates him.

Still, he moves slower this time, which is better for demonstration purposes anyway. He positions Tim facing away from him, which he can tell the pretender doesn’t like.

“I see this kind of thing all the time in clubs.” Jason says, slipping an arm around the pretender’s waist from behind and pulling him close. Tim tenses slightly, and Jason can feel his muscles contracting under his thin t-shirt. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised the pretender is so well muscled— he’s a Bat, he has the same crazy training routine as the rest of them— but he is. He supposes it’s because he looks so slight, although if he were shirtless he’d bet Tim would have the same dorito shape as the rest of them.

He goes over how to twist and break free of the hold, and then pairs them off to practice. Tim is immediately claimed by the pretty blonde woman, which pisses Jason off all the more. Of course she’d immediately attach herself to Drake, Gotham’s perfect boy. She hasn’t even made the connection to who he really is and she’s still fawning all over him. Jason does his best to ignore them, going around the room and giving gentle corrections as needed. They practice that move for fifteen minutes before Jason calls to a halt.

“Alright, lookin good folks. I’m gonna show you the next move. Tim, if you wouldn’t mind assisting me?” Jason can tell Tim’s not pleased to be used as a test dummy, but that’s just too damn bad.

“For the next move, I’m gonna show you how to disable someone who grabs you by the arm. The main thing is to break their hold and get away, but I’ll also show you how to attack. Tim, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing me by the arm?”

The replacement complies, and Jason takes great pleasure is showing them how to get out of the move, and a follow up they could do if they needed to disable their opponent before running. It involves sticking his fingers right near the pretender’s eyes and his knees right near his balls, and it’s enjoyable to see him flinch ever so slightly as Jason comes close. Then he sets them back into pairs, and they practice that for the next fifteen minute. Jason walks around, correcting forms and helping out.

He shows them how to get out of two more holds using the pretender as his test dummy. It’s fun to feel his muscles tense slightly under Jason’s hands. He can tell how uncomfortable the pretender is to be here, but that’s his own damn fault for coming. Jason didn’t make him, and as far as revenge plots go, this is pretty fucking mild.

“Alright, good job everyone, you’re really getting the hang of this.” Jason calls to signal the end of the class. “But the only way to really make sure you’ve got it is to practice until it becomes muscle memory, and that’s more than we can do in an hour long class. So get together with your friends— or make friends with the other folks here— and practice outside of class too. I’ll probably go over this stuff again in future classes, because I know not everyone will be here every time. But if you practice for ten minutes every day, you’ll really be prepared for when it happens in real life.”

There’s an appreciative murmur that goes around the class, and people start packing up to go.

“Will you be back next week?” The blonde woman, who has since identified herself as Layla, asks Drake.

“I’m not sure. My schedule’s pretty busy.” He hedges. Jason can tell he’s a little uncomfortable with the attention.

“You should definitely come. You make a good demonstration dummy.” Jason says as sweetly as he’s able, which isn’t all that sweet, but at least isn’t outwardly hostile. Tim looks and him and Jason gives him a cocky grin. Tim’s eyes narrow, considering.

“I’ll think about it.” He says finally.

“Do.” Jason says, sickly sweet, and the pretender finally leaves. A couple of the other students have questions for him after the class, so he answers those before heading out himself. He doesn’t go far, just to the next room over where he’s set up some workout equipment. He may not have all the bells and whistles of the Batcave, but he’s got a pretty good thing going. After his workout he heads home to his primary safe house. He’s reluctant to call it his apartment, even though that’s basically what it is at this point. Still, referring to it as his safe house feels safer, in case he has to burn it in the future. He takes a shower and grabs himself a non-alcoholic beer to enjoy before patrol. He’s got time to kill and he wants to relax for a bit.

He flips through his subscription services for something to watch, but nothing catches his interest, so he decides to deal with his boredom the old fashioned way. He grabs some lube out of a convenient drawer and leans back against his couch. He undoes his pants and shoves down his boxers just enough to get his dick out before slicking himself up. He buys himself the good lube, the stuff that really lasts. It the same stuff Bruce had awkwardly presented him with when he’d given him the sex talk, but Jason tries not to think about that. He doesn’t need to consider that he uses the same brand of lube as the Batman.

He casts about for a pleasant fantasy to distract himself with, preferring his own imagination to porn. For some reason, he lands on the pretender’s face, which, weird, but he rolls with it. He imagines Tim on his knees on Jason’s floor, sucking him off, his pretty mouth spread wide around Jason’s cock. Yes, that’s a nice fantasy. He’d start off slow, unsheathing himself and watching the pretender’s eyes widen at his size. He’d feed it to him slowly, because Jason’s a gentleman like that. He’d choke and gag slightly, but he’d take him fully, and Jason would feel so good fully sheathed in his throat.

He’d start moving, just a little bit at first, getting the pretender used to the stretch. He’d watch the tears forming in those pretty blue eyes as he struggles to take it all. Once Jason’s sure he can take it, he’ll start moving a bit faster. Just a bit, no need to rush. He’ll hold his dick down the pretender’s throat, and he’ll make sweet little noises as he chokes on Jason’s cock.

He wants more of those sounds, and he’ll get them once he starts fucking him in earnest, the hot wet sounds that come from fucking someone’s mouth and the ones that are all Tim as he gags and chokes as Jason fucks into him. He’ll take it beautifully though, looking up at Jason with wide, wet eyes. Jason move faster and faster, fucking his own fist with a wet squelching sound. He’s so close, he can feel his orgasm coming on. In his minds eyes, he pulls out just in time to come all over the pretender’s perfect pretty face. In real life, Jason comes into his hand, panting, making sure not to get any on his clothes or couch.

So… that was weird. He’s never thought about his replacement like that before, and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it, despite how hot the fantasy was. He thinks about it. Is it a little fucked up that he’s having fantasies about his replacement? Probably, given that he’s tried to kill the kid more than once. But Tim’s not his brother, no matter how much Bruce might want to pretend otherwise. It’s not hurting anyone, so Jason doesn’t really care. It’s a hot fantasy, and it got him off. That’s all that really matters.

He cleans off and then suits up. He’s got work to do.

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dropping in a day late with nothing to show for it bc i’m a fool 😭 hiya hiya i’m melo ( 21+, s/h ) with my butterfly baby kang nabi!! she’s been in pelican almost all her life, went to a ~big city~ for university & made a big ruckus about leaving... & then popped back into town after graduation to take over her grandparents’ butterfly farm so it turns out she wasn’t leaving forever & ever ever ( dramatic goodbyes galore! ) 🤡 all i have is an about page but !! below the cut are some fun & exciting facts & plots!! please drop a like or an im if you wanna plot, or lmk if you’d like my discord!! 💖

FUN FACTS

her parents were both busy busy people, so she grew up a latchkey kid for a while before moving in with her grandparents who did have the time to take care of her

being raised by her grandparents did mean she got a little more spoiling than she was used to, so she’s got huge pampered only grandchild energy now

honestly was probably a bit of a class clown too so if something dumb’s happened, she’s usually somewhere in the middle of it

got her BIG BREAK going to the big city ( to be plotted where hehe ) for university on a scholarship & she made a hella big deal of it. dramatic goodbyes, last minute confessions of all her crimes, the whole shebang before she left

& it was super exciting & life changing & all that... except not as much as she thought? thought the city would change her but she came back & was like huh. nothing feels different tho. she’s still the same kang nabi!

so yeah! she’s back in stardew to learn the ropes from her grandparents to take over their farm, named nabi’s hutch after their very precious grandchild ( & bc i wanted to make a tiny pun ab the butterfly hutch from stardew )

chara inspos are heedo from 2521, dusik from hccc, heidi from the book series hehe

in my head she’s a bit impulsive but quite a determined person? self-assured & knows what she can ( rarely can’t ) do, sometimes comes off kinda spoilt / headstrong & will attempt to charm you as unsubtly as she can to get what she wants. a speedy go getter—though sometimes it backfires, when she jumps to conclusions or makes a hasty decision or just wants instant gratification

but also a huge lover of just!! being here & vibing & happy!! we’re young & its ripe for mistake making and lesson learning!! nabi’s excitable & loves doing big & exciting things but also loves tiny things like keeping an eye on a bud when it’s about to bloom or run around in the rain

PLOTS!

pelican town residents she told her true & honest thoughts about them ( or maybe some secret wrong she did... anything good/bad is cool hehe ) but now she’s back & kinda embarrassed

OR high school nabi confessed to u ( or broke up w u? ) in that heck it, i’m moving!! kinda way & 😭 if u see someone running away with a suspicious scarf over her head...

the one person who’s been getting mysterious postcards for the past few years bc nabi scuffed up her grandparents’ address

good ol childhood friends please her class clown in crime!!!! they’ve learnt every single soshi choreo together & that’s a bond that’ll never be erased

university friend ( from a more metropolitan place!! ) i don’t have any thoughts on where she went except big bustling metropolis so i’d be down for some fish out water shenanigans from nabi while she was in the city / ur muse while they’re in stardew now?

in the same vein!! a grump she’s dragging out to enjoy life & lighten up, run around & splash in rain puddles!!

she works at the butterfly farm/conservatory so plots around that would be fun!! do you think she looks like a lil butterfly fairy?? maybe u like the tranquility?? are u terrified & running outta there screaming bc u thought this was just a garden & a horde of flying terrors have descended on u?? possibilities are endless hehe

an honest sort of first love?? i haven’t finished 2521 but pleas

no thoughts head empty but let’s brainstorm hehe

#stardewtm:intro #i dont even have tags yet but 😎