#Not really in the fandom anymore but I saw the leaks and I felt I had to draw this since it popped into my brain so violently

[rain-coat-killer]

Get hugged, idiot.

#Not really in the fandom anymore but I saw the leaks and I felt I had to draw this since it popped into my brain so violently #bnha #bnha leaks #mha #all for one #afo #izuku midoriya #spoilers #my art #shitpost

[st1llwthyou]

fandom ꕀ zb1

pairing ꕀ sung hanbin x afab!reader

applicable aus & genre ꕀ friends with benefits, smut

synopsis ꕀ drastic situations call for drastic measures — like babytrapping you, so you don’t leave him.

warnings & tags ꕀ language, toxic!hanbin, he’s possessive AND jealous, dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, dumbification, dacryphilia, breeding kink, mentions of babytrapping, creampie — RATED E for explicit content.

word count ꕀ 703

notes ꕀ don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea :] see the warnings before proceeding. hello, btw~ it’s my first time around here 😳! enjoy ♡

thinking about fwb!hanbin who’s gotten a bit obsessed with you. so much so that he wants to babytrap you into staying with him… 

He actually doesn’t remember how you guys got into this whole “friends with benefits” thing. Maybe because why or how he got here didn’t really matter to him. On the other hand, Hanbin can vividly recall being the happiest bitch on the planet while fucking you for the first time. It’s etched into his memory – the way you cried because it felt too good, your sweet pussy squeezing his cock, milking him dry. 

And since then, Hanbin has found himself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of you. How the fuck could he not? When he’s seen you in the rawest, swollen lips crying about how big he is, glossy eyes looking at him like he’s your whole world. 

Maybe that’s why Hanbin saw red while you laughed and put your hand on Euijoo’s shoulder. He noticed the way your glinting eyes travelled across his friend’s figure. All that did was make his chest feel uncomfortably tight, sirens going off in his head. 

Mine, all mine. 

Hanbin is in a frenzy, his hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted as he pounds into you. You’re babbling incoherent words, brain empty as he fucks you to oblivion. Your gummy walls are snug around his rock hard cock, pussy leaking copious amounts of your sweet juice. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting increase with each passing second. 

Oh, the way he loves to see you like this. 

“Tsk, can’t even utter a goddamn word properly. Am I fucking my baby dumb, hm?” His voice is gruff, lips quirking up in a satisfied smirk. “You know that I’m the only one who can do this to you, right? Fuck you so good with my cock that you forget how to talk?” 

The way you nod your head while making the cutest noises makes him feel delirious. Tears have wet your temples, lips wet with drool. Fuck, he could literally knock you up right now and you’d just lay there, overstimulated and unaware. 

The fleeting thought hits him like a ton of bricks. Hanbin can get you pregnant. Oh so conveniently, he’s doing you raw today because he was too impatient and forgot a condom. His cock twitches at the thought, his thrusts getting rougher. 

He looks at you with his newfound goal in mind, eyes falling upon your beautiful breasts that jiggle and bounce around with each movement of his hips. Hanbin leans down to catch your left nipple in his mouth, earning a whiny cry from you. Your tits would be full of milk for his baby, he thinks, feeling his lower stomach tighten. 

His gaze falls upon your belly bulge next, the outline of his cock pumping into you looking as pretty as ever. When you get all round with a baby inside your tummy, he won’t be able to see this anymore. Hanbin gently puts his left hand on your belly bulge, groaning curses as he feels the continuous movement of his cock inside you. 

“Look at your cute, little pussy greedily devouring my cock. I bet it’s so hungry, if I give it my cum, will it be satisfied?” His words make you clench, legs tightening around his waist. Hanbin swears that’s his last straw. “Fuck, you’d love that, huh?” 

He knows you’re probably not in your right mind — overstimulated and buzzing with pleasure, maybe thinking that he doesn’t mean it literally. 

Except that he does. If he puts a baby inside you, you’ll have to stay with him, right? 

He reaches for your swollen clit, eager to feel your walls clamping down onto him. You cry out his name, trembling as he rubs your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your over-sensitive body doesn’t take too long to convulse into waves of ecstasy again — triggering his own release. 

Hanbin moans, pushing himself as deep as possible with one last thrust. He shakes and twitches, emptying his balls and painting your inner walls white. A deep satisfaction warms him up as he leans down to rest on top of you. 

His arms wrap you up in a hug. He’s going to hold you like this for a long time, making sure that not a single drop of his seed is wasted.

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i need him biblically 🫠

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling my friend annoying?

My friend group and I (15NB) all met on twitter, specifically on anitwt for a specific fandom. Won't name it, but it's super popular, anyway, I really like the main character and I make lots of edits of him that I would post on twitter or just rt art of him I like. I made a few oomfs who liked my edits and we soon became friends :]

tho one of our mutual friends has a delusional attachment to the main character, which I don't mind at all, but the problem is that whenever I post my edits, he (16M) ALWAYS comments something along the lines of "Oh 😳", "I didn't know you felt that way about me", "Did you edge to me while making this", "this is my roman empire <3" and other stuff. It was funny the first few times, but it's become very annoying now and I can't stand to see his replies under my edits. I muted him but even then I know he's still saying that since he says the same comments in my tiktok comments too when I post my edits there.

I know he doesn't control the delusion but it's still annoying he keeps talking about the character as if like I'm personally in love with him when i just like the character, i've gotten sick of it. I vented about it on my priv, I did not say any names but I did say "its fucking annoying getting the same annoying comments from the same person as if im in love w them and yknow not the actual fucking character 🥸🥸". It was all on my priv but I'm pretty sure someone saw the tweet and guessed it was him, since it got leaked with him having a screenshot of it (Ive since deleted it).

He called me ableist and told me it's not his fault he's attached to the character and I should be ashamed for calling someone with a DA annoying for what they can't control and insuiating that they are not the character. I made tweet out of anger which is why I made it on priv but I get now I shouldn't have said that. What I had meant is that I find it really annoying when he makes every comment or post of mine about the character to be about him like I'm flirting with him. I know he's the character but like also not??? Idk how to explain and I'm sorry if it was ableist and still ableist of how I'm explaining it, I just don't want every post of mine to be taken as flirts when I just like the character. (im a lesbian anyway so if that helps).

I made a apology on my main, removed my oomfs who didn't want to be oomfs anymore and deactivated my accounts. I still have time to reactivate them but I don't know if its worth it. I still really like the character but idk if I want to do that all again. I'm just thinking about making a new edit account for a new fandom and moving on, but at the very least I just want to know if I was the TA in this

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[pommunist]

Honestly, I've been very scared to keep posting about the situation, since I don't want people who follow me to think I'm ''too negative'' or judge me when I'm not remaining as positive as before, or to bring negative posts to dashes of people that I know are very stressed about this. And I appreciated before how you are a safe place for neg thoughts, so I'm here to vent a little bit if that's okay.

My experience since the reveal can be described as a rollercoaster that only has been going down.

I was incredibly stressed when Lèa revealed everything, but remained hopeful that things could change for the better. I had trust.

At first, the next few days after that, I thought the leaks of the changes made were odd since they looked like they lacked context, and the lack of context could lead to fandom outrage, which I was worried about at the time. Why was I worried? Well, I still had trust right things were in progress to be done. Looking back into that, while we got the context later on and it reassured me then, not jumping into immediate conclusions and waiting for more points of views was more my way of protecting my mind from spiraling further into distress, all while knowing full well that Lèa has only acted with the best intentions and none of this was in bad faith.

Then we get hit with this: Admin after admin are leaving, and it gets to the point that Lumi and Shade leave, because the communication never existed in that workplace and priorities were proved to be incredibly out of place. My trust was B R O K E N. And like I promised an anon back then, I finally allowed disappointment to sink in.

And why was my trust broken? Fun fact: When it matters to me, I have good memory, and I remember Q's statements. The words and the actions are not matching.

- He said that he was going to collect testimonies and investigate. Ah yes, the investigation tactic of not contacting anyone in the workplace and actually gathering their testimonies, I heard it's a good source of information to make important changing decisions /srcsm.

- He said the CCs were being updated about the changes. Then we see CCs saying they actually don't know shit going on bts except for a couple of general announcements.

And there may be other stuff that does not match, but those two are the most relevant to me right now.

Like, genuinely I didn't even care about whatever the fuck Q said after Lumi and Shade's statements, and any other post that tries to reassure the fanbase just feels like very hopeful thinking, that I used to have, but I DON'T anymore. It feels like false promises and looking for things that make sense, when, really, that shouldn't be our job. At this point I need tangible proof of improvement, not just words because these fucking words have proved to not be enough for me to believe whatever the fuck Q says it's being done.

I can't even trust fully that the merch money will actually go to payment for the remaining admins and compensation for the ones who left. That would be the best case scenario, but can I even TRUST this scenario to occur? Right now, no, I don't think so, I have not been given proof to trust this. And seeing any merch with Pomme, Dapper or Ramon in the Qsmp Awards just felt extremely wrong and I hated it.

When you are a Huevito, this has been wild: First, Artea leaves, and then, Shade reveals to us that Ramon's OG admin was fired around the time Artea took the role, while this entire time most of the Huevitos thought the OG admin was back around the last days of february. It feels worse when you can connect the dots about what happened with Ramon's OG admin, when we know that he was extremely busy with school last time we saw him, and we consider Lèa saying how management would fire you if you were not active enough...

Must clarify, all the love to BOTH Ramon's OG admin and Artea, they both killed it with the role, they are both wonderful people and I wish the best to them and the new Ramon admin that was with us at the beginning of march aswell. Also all the love to them. Must be hard to play a character that was played and developed by two different people before, and the effort is deeply appreciated.

I also feared to say the above since I was scared to spread misinformation somehow. But honestly, I'm trusting Shade's words, you know, the one who's best friend irl with Ramon's OG admin should know full well what they are talking about and the status of employment of said best friend.

And when you have been a ghostie for months since basically the beginning: This shit SUCKS and people are SO EXTREMELY VALID for being upset and grieving.

I think no company should ghost their employees even when they are ACTIVELY TRYING TO REACH OUT. Fucking paranoia of leaks ain't cutting it for me as an excuse for this mistreatment and I don't blame Lumi and Shade at all for taking the decision that was healthier for themselves after that. Just a ''we can't say much right now due to legal reasons, but we are still slowly working on it'', LITERALLY JUST THAT HAD TO BE SAID, WDYM NOT EVEN THAT.

The french community have every right to be angry after this. The CCs stated they were leaving if Lumi left, and that's an entire language going away from the server. Yeah, no shit they are upset.

And I want to just grab Bad by the shoulders and say YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PLAY ON THE SERVER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO, YOU ARE CLEARLY DISTRESSED, DO WHAT'S BEST FOR YOUR MENTAL HEALTH AND WELL BEING, WE UNDERSTAND.

Of course I want this to turn out for the best, like everyone. I believe the basis of this project was a wonderful idea, and I'm grateful for the positive things it had brought. But this shit is not being resolved the right way, as we could see. And with Q seemingly no understanding the underlying issue, then why would I remain as hopeful as before.

Another fun fact: When you break my trust, it's really fucking hard to gain it back or for that to happen in the first place, so.

I have stated that my hyperfixation to Qsmp has died out, since I decided to keep my distance in order to collect my thoughts, reflect, breathe and do what's best for myself. Nowadays I only would watch two specific CCs play, but if at some point they decide to leave, which I would not blame them if it reached that point, then that would be it for me. I would be done with it. I don't blame the people who also feel this way or the ones who think it is already over.

If I'm only staying here it's purely for love for this community. In the anniversary, I could not bring myself to say happy birthday to the Qsmp, I said happy birthday to Qsmpblr instead. I love the people I have met and interacted with here dearly. Even if our opinions don't match, because hope and trust have left me, the love is still there, you know?

That would be everything I wanted to get out of my chest, sorry for the big text and angry rambling. I would prefer to stay anonymous for this one. Take care, Pommunist.

Hey anon ! I don’t really know what to say in response to all this, just that I agree with most of what you just said here.

The feeling of being afraid that you’re being too negative too often ahah big same here ! I didn’t think my blog would turn into what it is when i made it, and I felt many time like I was bothering people with my frequent posts on the situation (I also know I’m not the best at tagging stuff I promise I try my best though !).

We have to remember that we aren’t being negative for fun or drama, we are just talking about a situation that is negative so of course this isn’t going to be fun and rainbows. And personally I’d rather do that than « faire l’autruche » as we say in french (Translation would be : to do the ostrich aka to put your head in the ground so you can ignore your problems), as it is too serious of an issue .

Also using your post to express my admiration and gratitude to Ramon’s OG admin and Artea because they both did an amazing job playing him and shaping him into the character we love so much (Our beautiful baby boy).

And yes, the community is great ! Even if you don’t feel like watching the server or at least less than before, we should still interact with the wonderful people thanks to it ! Also, keep sharing fanarts, fanfics, anything ! the artists are blessing us with wonderful art and stories they still deserve our support ! I understand people who do but we don’t have to stop talking about something we love altogether if we don’t want to, the things that made us like it are still here, at the end of the day we can keep that love at least.

My thoughts are so disjointed here anon I’m sorry but lots of love to you ! As someone who was hyper fixated on it too, the fall from grace was particularly painful, can relate 😣

I’ll reiterate that I don’t mind anons at all, you don’t have to justify yourself ! It just makes a bit sad the number of people who told me they didn’t feel like they could express their thoughts publicly.

Take care too ! ♥️

#qsmp discourse

[myroanokenightmare666]

…..Yeah this time I’m actually done with this fandom……

So this is actually a short, better and more calmer version on my deleted post when I got really angry about the leaking situation on Hazbin Hotel from several weeks ago to the point where I specifically said that I don’t wanna be a part of this fandom anymore. I eventually deleted it, realizing of how stupid and embarrassing it was for me to act like this. Even if I do have a sensitive emotion and one of these case where your emotions gets the better out of you, it’s still immature to be like this and post it online and it’s indeed my apologies to everyone that happened to saw that post. I’m very sorry about that. But……yeah I really am just done with this fandom, I’m completely done with this fandom.

I feel like every time we tried to talk it over and fix things in the community for the better and be civilized with their own opinions. I feel like it keeps getting worse and worse and worse every single time. Even we tried to give an advice especially like “Don’t watch the show,” which I do get can be an excuse at times. But at the same time, it’s not entirely an excuse, sometimes it’s an advice to not let it go in the wrong hand and only ended results into everything that’s worse. Just like an advice you often hear in elementary or middle school especially when you all are once kids and you get picked on or made fun of, many adult will mostly say that one advice “just ignore them,” which is an advice you probably don’t agree with but you’ll get used to it and tried your hardest on it. That’s just like that!

And with most people constantly getting angry at the details from both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, I felt it doesn’t work at times. Even if there’s every right to have an issue with Vivziepop herself, sometime getting angry at it just doesn’t solve anything! Not at once. Which is the main reason I usually agreed with a criticism that felt calmer and more justified, even towards any shows or film that deserved a criticism! But I don’t like criticism when they have an attitude that rubs people the wrong way and makes you look a complete dick. And everything I often said already before with the leaking and hypocrisy floating around in this community. Other than that, I’m just done with this nonsense, I really don’t wanna witness this fandom having a conflict with each other in both sides when both of them get more and more divisive.

Even if I’ll still be checking out fanarts, redesigns, critiques that actually felt calm and justified like I stated and I’ll still watch the show to which I know I will enjoy it while pointing out some flaws. But yeah, I’m officially done. So I hope most you in this entire community, just have some serious thinking and remember something like this.

Goodbye…..

#hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique

[yandere-sins]

The Knight’s Squire [Part 5]

Aaaand also done! No happy endings this Sintember it seems lol, but hey, those two were very fun to write ^-^ I did envision this to go in a different direction but I am not unhappy with how these two turned out to be!

Fandom: Original Work   Pairings:  M!Yandere!Squire (Alec) x F!Darling!Knight (Reader)       Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Activities (Non-Con, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, Fluids, Creampie, Scratching/Biting, Slapping mention, Degradation/Insults, Cockwarming, Preventing Cum from leaking, Fingering, Overstimulation, Exhibition), Arranged Marriage/Marriage of Convenience, Degradation, Obsessive Behavior, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Mindbreak, Gentle Yandere

Prompt: @sintember Healing, or so they say - Why did it hurt to be fixed. Did they make you perfect just to ruin you again?

»»———————— ♡ ————————««

Your wedding night took way too long.

Hours, days, weeks. You didn’t even leave the bedroom to bath, a bathtub being brought in and filled for you when you could barely move. Food was placed on trays and set down on the bed while you were sweating under no coverage but Alec’s body and hands. The maids didn’t even make an expression of disgust, leading you to believe they were used to the prince’s unsavory actions that you had never known before.

As a knight, you had installed fear and submission into many soldiers, mercenaries, and peasants. But you never know that submission could look very different than fearful eyes and pleading for your life. In fact, as you looked into the mirror for the ten-thousand time this day, you saw nothing on your face but a different kind of submission and heard nothing but your gurgles and moans as Alec kept playing with you. Even he got tired from time to time, but you felt dead—inside and outside.

“Alec, it really is time for you two to make a public appearance before the king,” his father reminded him. The first time he came to Alec’s bedroom, you had still been so ashamed to be seen like this by your father-in-law, but aside from a quick glance, he had never shown any interest in you. You reckoned you might not have been anything more than a whore in his eyes.

You certainly looked the part.

With a deep sigh, Alec pulled back, his cock half-hard after using you as a cockwarmer until he was ready to go again. You watched his reflection in the mirror turn around and sit down against the pillows behind you, grabbing his wine chalice and taking a swig. His free hand fell to your ass, and you flinched, an overstimulated whine escaping you as he slipped his fingers lower, playing with your entrance that was seeping cum, slick and abused. Hot and ready.

“Fine,” he finally relented, annoyed, sounding extremely inconvenienced by the nagging of his father. At this point, being unable to recognize your face in the mirror’s reflection, you didn’t care anymore what happened. Even if Alec stopped forcing you into submission, breaking your body and your already shattered mind, you wouldn’t be able to go back to your old life. You’d live like an insane woman wandering the streets, being shooed away, and no one would hear you out. There was no way to heal you.

After all the pain, misery, and frustration, there had been only pleasure. And then… nothing. You had become so detached from everything, forced orgasms shaking your body and Alec feeding you delicacies only nobles got to enjoy, but you felt absolutely nothing. No joy and no relief. Time had become a concept only. You slept when he slept, ate when he ate, bathed when he did. There were no days to count, nothing to look forward to. It wasn’t the life you envisioned you’d have after marrying him. It wasn’t a life at all.

“She’s almost ready anyway,” he announced, sounding somewhat proud as he popped his fingers out of you, unleashing the flood of cum he had carefully filled you with. At this point, it would have been more surprising not to be pregnant, but you didn’t even care about that, either.

“Really, Alec…” his father sighed. “When I told you to ensure she’s obedient, I didn’t mean breaking her.”

“What do you know, old man?” Alec replied, unfazed by his father’s comment. You watched him grab the wine bottle next to the bed, popping off the cork. Just seconds later, you felt the rough material rubbing against your entrance, being coated in your and his juices before slipping in almost a little too easily. You barely stirred, your exhaustion just so much bigger than the sensation. Still, Alec grinned as he stuffed you with the cork before sliding his fingers over your pussy one last time appreciatively and giving you one final slap to the ass.

“You were always happy with your cheap whores like my mother. But look at my wife. Isn’t she the most beautiful pussy you ever saw? Not like you’ll ever know what she tasted like.”

The mockery didn’t seem to sit well with his father. He tsked, turning around, and you heard the footsteps echoing away from you. “... whatever,” he grumbled, and you clenched your muscles down below, your body intuitively knowing to squeeze around penetrating objects after all of Alec’s demands.

“Just make sure she’s dressed and ready to be presented before the king. Don’t embarrass me now, Alec.”

The door closing behind him caused both a sigh from you as well as Alec. His in annoyance, yours in relief. It was bad enough to be with your husband. You could take a pass on the nagging family and their strained relationship. Alec was quick to devote himself back to you, leaning over you and kissing your shoulder and down your spine. “You’d never embarrass this family, [Name],” he mumbled against your skin. “People will be honored to just be in your presence.”

His hands roaming, he massaged your body, its stiffness similar to rigor mortis as you laid head first in the blanket, nuzzling your tired features into the smelly, dirty satin. “Alas, we’ll have to attend this one,” he grumbled as he worked his warm palms into your body, soothing the achings he had caused with uncomfortable positions and his need to mark you with his nails and teeth.

A curt whistle slipped from his lips before he quickly brought them back to your skin, kissing and tending to it. You heard the door open and had no doubts the maids were heaving the heavy wooden bathtub back inside again, their footsteps soon followed by the sloshing of water as they filled it.

“Let’s get you clean and dressed, okay? I know you’ll be on your best behavior today.”

Alec sounded confident, and you couldn’t blame him. Rolling you over, he lifted you up like a large doll, holding you in his arms and kissing you briefly on the way to the bathtub. You had no strength to resist. No will to struggle. You wanted to close your eyes and not open them again… ever. Forget all the shame and misery you had to experience because of Alec and his twisted, sick desires.

When he lowered you into the bathtub, the warm water surrounded you like a gentle embrace.

Making you wish to sink lower and lower, below the surface, and never come up again.

»»————— ♡

Of course, Alec—who happily bathed you and himself—wouldn’t have let that happen.

It was a wonder that you could still stand on your feet and walk with your feeble legs. Just like you couldn’t recognize your face in the mirror, you felt detached from your body as you watched yourself getting dressed up by the maids. Layer after layer, they pulled over your head, Alec stalking behind them, making sure there were no unnecessary touches while you were cared for and prepared quickly and efficiently.

He once cut off a maid’s hand for pouring water over you, and you flinched because its warmth irritated a fresh wound. Perhaps that was why he was overly protective of you now, and all the maids looking a little… tense. However, once they shimmied away, Alec put his arms around you from behind, telling you how beautiful you were as he squeezed you tightly. Over and over did he kiss the back of your neck, making you out to be the most beautiful woman in all of mankind while you stared at yourself in the mirror, seeing nothing but an empty shell in a beautiful dress.

At this point, you wouldn’t have complained if he sent you out in his bedsheet, either.

As you two stepped through the grand hallways of the mansion you owned now, your gaze never raised from the ground. Even when Alec pointed out all the vases with your favorite flowers and how he had the maids redecorate to match more things to your liking, you didn’t even bother replying to him. Even tortured people used to talk once it got too much, but you were broken beyond repair.

The drive to the palace passed you by in a blink. It might have been hours of Alec blabbering about this and that, always making sure to compliment you in between, hold your hand, kiss you, and restrain himself from pushing up your skirt and fishing that cork out of your cunt to eat you out. But you barely noticed how long it took. Just like you didn’t know if it was day or night back in the bedroom, you now didn’t recognize that any time had passed at all.

You didn’t really have to do anything, your hand glued to his arm with his other palm pressing on top of it. No one addressed you so directly so that Alec could speak for you, and he navigated you around the celebration so you didn’t even have to look up. Your ears were buzzing with voices from all around you, but you couldn’t focus on them. You truly had become the epitome of the silent, pretty wife, so many of these disgusting aristocrats wanted, and Alec was showing you off proudly.

That was until you heard it.

“[Name]?”

A voice so familiar, so sweet. Gentle like the wind in spring, tingling through every vein in your body, every muscle, and elevating every heartbeat. It filled you with new life, and finally, despite Alec being in conversation with someone, you looked up. Not at them, but at the man you had wanted to be with for the rest of your life. The only one you ever truly loved and saw at your side.

Just… as his eyes took you in from head to toe, there was no love for you in them. They were cold, appalled, maybe even disgusted. It dawned on you that he must hate you for breaking your promise and his heart. But still, he was the only lifeline you had. The reason you had even become like this. If not for him, you might just have been cast out, but you were protecting him by enduring everything.

Your arm reached up and out for him. A spark of hope, a glimmer of a chance rushing through you. Surely, he could see beyond your broken parts, right? If he so much but touched you, maybe everything would be okay again. Perhaps you’d be able to endure it longer if only you got to hold him again. You were dying of thirst, but he was the oasis in the endless desert of your life.

And you were so, so desperate for just one more chance at living.

Alec’s hand slammed hard into your arm, pushing it down as he swirled you around, pressing you to his chest. He gave your ex a derogatory lookover before greeting him through gritted teeth. “What a pleasure to see you again, Sir. I would appreciate it if you didn’t get so close to my wife.”

A threat enveloped in mockery as he had to remind your former brother-in-arms of who you belonged to now. You pressed your palm into Alec’s chest, wanting to get away from him and pursue your chase. Where Alec was nothing but darkness incarnated, your lover was the light you wanted to be kept in. But he strengthened his hold around you, and with missing so many days of training, you were sluggish, to say the least.

“I didn’t intend to get close to her. I was merely greeting a fellow former knight as it’s appropriate.”

Around you, the people had started to whisper, noticing the tension in the air. You couldn’t hear them at all. Only his words rang in your ears. Didn’t intend to get close. Former Knight. That’s how he saw you now, didn’t he? You meant so little to him he wasn’t even going to try and stand up for you. Of course not… why would he? All he knew was that you ditched him for a more affluent husband. He had no idea you were forced and broken-in to become this picture-perfect wife. No one knew, and if they did, they turned a blind eye to your misery.

You were all alone.

A sob built in your throat, and as if he knew, Alec pushed your head into his shoulder, announcing. “Very well then. As you can see, my wife is unwell, so I’ll take her outside for a bit to rest. Please excuse us.”

You hadn’t cried in weeks, but it was as if the pain of all this time was crushing down on you as Alec hurried you out of the room, not even saying goodbye to the host before he urged you into the carriage, having it quickly disappear into the night. He held you the whole time, soothing, gently comforting you, allowing you to ruin the expensive clothes that didn’t mean anything to him. You were inconsolable, crying, whaling, and gurgling from so much built-up pain that was unleashed. It didn’t even stop when he carried you back to your bedroom.

Every time you woke up after passing out from exhaustion, you cried. It went on for longer than you could remember, and Alec was always there, tending to you and patiently waiting for the time to pass. And once again, the numbness returned. The tears dried out, and you were stuck in the misery and horror that was your life. You never had to face a battlefield as scary as this, yet only you and Alec seemed to exist on it.

“Do you understand it now?” he asked you one day, stroking your hair as you laid in his lap. “I only have you. And you only have me.”

“But… why?” you croaked, your throat so dry from not drinking anything in a long time. Taking a cup from the nightstand, Alec elevated your head, having you sip from it. Cold water rushed through your body, but it didn’t help you wake up from this nightmare. Nothing could stir you anymore. Or so you thought.

“You wouldn’t have chosen me otherwise,” he explained, strangely aware of the truth at that moment. “But I couldn’t choose someone else. Do you understand?”

You couldn’t muster a reaction to his words, but it didn’t seem like he needed it. He just kept stroking your hair, entangling the strands with adoration overflowing in his eyes. “My heart is all yours, and I did what I had to do. And isn’t it okay this way? You and me, and no one else. Once you accept it, it’ll stop hurting, my Beloved. It will be perfect and fun for the rest of our lives. I’ll make you happy, I promised.”

Hah. Didn’t he make it sound so easy? As if all this pain and misery he caused could be soothed by his words and little actions of kindness when you knew exactly how much he enjoyed breaking his promises. But you were done fighting. You were done feeling. But you knew he wouldn’t end it for you for as long as he lived. Because he loved you. You understood that now.

He loved you more than anything or anyone in this world. And Alec would destroy anything that would unbind you from him, be it the kindness, love, or affection of others or even your own healing. The realization hurt, knowing that if you weren’t his way of right, he’d keep ‘fixing’ you. Completely and utterly ruin you in the process too. No matter how long it would take.

“This is madness…” you whispered, no tears left in your body to cry.

“Yes. Yes, my Love, it is. I am mad—madly in love with you. But tell me, Darling…”

His fingers caressed your cheek, a warm, gentle touch. One that didn’t hurt for once, didn’t disgust you anymore and forced you to pull away. Instead, you closed your eyes, letting him gently brush his thumb over your lips, lowering his head to breathe a kiss against them before tenderly uniting you two. Packed with love and a promise to treasure you and fulfill your wishes.

His wishes. Your wishes?

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze just as the kiss slowly ended. The last remains of tension fled you as you looked into the depth of his soul, so full of love and affection. And of victory. For Alec knew he won. As he watched you lean into his touch, giving up the few feeble restraints you put on yourself and got comfortable in his touch, he opened his mouth again to finish the sentence he started.

“You, my Darling. Aren’t you mad too?”

#Yandere Squire #Yandere!Squire #Sintember 2022 #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW #OW

[missbolt]

August and Sara seemed to fulfil a deep need in each other

August and Sara was an unexpected pairing, but once they got together, it made a lot of sense to me.

So many good points have been made about their relationship by for instance @hillerska-official, @darktwistedgenderplural, @emberc, @heartbreakprincewille, @daylightsimon and @joviefandom. I probably don't have anything all that new to add, but I wanted to put all my thoughts about their relationship in one place. In no way do I support August and Sara's actions, but I think their developing relationship was consistent with their character arcs and added depth to their characters and contributed to the story. Buckle up, this will be long!

Starting to hang out

Why did August and Sara even start hanging out in the first place? Of course, it all started with Sara agreeing to keep it a secret that August leaked the video, in return for August helping her get a scholarship and a spot at Manor House. The general consensus in the fandom seems to be that Sara made this deal as she is a social climber and wanted to be more like these upper class kids. This was likely part of the reason, but I think it ran deeper than that. Her mother had just stated her intention to take Sara and Simon out of Hillerska and reenrol them at the local school. While Sara had made friends at Hillerska, she was bullied so badly at the local school that she ended up having to redo a year there, as she missed too many classes because she was so afraid to go to school. She must have been terrified of going back to that school. Making the deal with August, who had so much power at the school, probably seemed to Sara to be her one shot at staying at Hillerska - her one shot at keeping her friends there and avoiding her bullies.

As for August, a main reason for hanging out with her was of course that Sara was the only one apart from Wille that definitely knew he leaked the video, thereby being the only person he could confide in regarding his fears about what would happen to him.

Growing closer

But even so, how could August get past the status difference between them and start hanging out with her more and even hooking up with her? August, who seems to despise the working class and put down Sara and Simon every chance he gets? Who is so preoccupied with his façade, a façade Sara certainly doesn't fit with? However, by the time they started hooking up more properly early in season 2, August was at rock bottom. He was sure that the court knew his secret and would punish him, Wille humiliated him every chance he got, and he had lost his status and power at school. At this point, August's façade was already shattering, and keeping up appearances might have started to seem impossible. In the grand scheme of things, would it really make any difference anymore if he hooked up with a working class girl? We see another indication that things he would usually be very preoccupied with didn't seem to matter to him anymore, when he after the rowing competition chastised Vincent for blaming Simon and stated that the competition wasn't important. August seemed to have given up his bid for power at school - he was past the point of caring about keeping up appearances (of course this changed right after this scene when he was informed he is next in line to the throne and thus felt like he had some power back, but by then he had already fallen for Sara).

It was probably also a relief for August that he didn't really have to keep up appearances around Sara the same way he had to around his upper class peers. We saw how extremely insecure and jealous he was when dating Felice, the most popular girl at Hillerska who he had decided would be the perfect match for him. As she fit perfectly with the successful façade he wanted to show the world, the stakes were very high for him, which brought out all his insecurities. Sara, on the other hand, was not someone the other boys showed interest in, and as she didn't matter in his world, the stakes were much lower. If he fucked it up with Sara, no one would care. Thus, he didn't feel the same need to play power games and keep up appearances around her. Since she wasn't really a part of his social circle and upper class world, he could let down his guard around her in a way he couldn't with anyone else.

As for Sara, it was clear that she was quite physically attracted to August. She was also very inexperienced with boys, and when he kissed her out of the blue in episode 3 of season 1 (which of course had everything to do with Felice and nothing to do with Sara), it seemed to make quite an impression on her - in the next episode, she caressed the picture Felice had of him in her room. It seems likely that he was her first kiss, and for Sara who wasn't used to guys liking her, it must have been very tempting to hook up with him more.

Furthermore, the fact that August started confiding in her likely had a profound effect on Sara. She, who was used to being an outsider and who stated herself that she was better with horses than with people, suddenly found herself to be be the confidante of someone who was skilled socially (just look at how he greeted the guests in the last episode of season 2), who was of high social status, and who had previously scoffed at her. Sara also seems to be used to people (especially Simon) having to take care of her, but with August, she was the one comforting him and giving him advice. By hooking up with August and becoming his confidante, she broke out of the roles she was usually confined to and took on a role she probably would have thought impossible previously. This must have felt quite liberating for her.

Falling in love

August is obsessed with keeping up appearances to the point that he has developed an eating disorder and a reliance on performance-enhancing drugs. We know that his father took his own life, and losing a parent to suicide often leaves a child with a feeling of not being loved and good enough to stick around for. August's whole life seems to be a fight to prove - to others and, most importantly, to himself - that he is good enough. He does this by grabbing all the power he can get, trying to curate a "perfect" façade, putting down people he deems to be beneath him, and lashing out at anyone threatening his status. However, none of this seems to quell his fear of not being good enough and being unlovable, as shown by the fact that he seemed to be at his most insecure when dating the "perfect girl" and having all the positions of power he possibly could at school. However, Sara knew about the worst thing he had ever done, and still seemed to love him. He also perceived her as a social climber who understood his desire for power and status. She made him feel loved and understood and seen when he was at his worst, giving him a glimmer of hope that he might be lovable and good enough even when abandoning his carefully crafted façade. How could August not fall for Sara?

The years of bullying and the difficulties with navigating social interactions seem to have left Sara starved for human connection outside of her family. Her friendship with Felice and inclusion in Felice's friend group probably satisfied some of that need, but she was still felt a bit like an outsider - due to being poorer and from a different social class than her friends, not knowing the codes and frequently being in need of an explanation of how things worked. As discussed in the last section, her usual role in social interactions of being the one others had to take care of, was reversed with August. In addition, having someone who puts up such a façade being so vulnerable with you is one helluva drug in general. For Sara, who seemed to fear not being able to forge real human connection with people outside of her family, her burgeoning relationship with August showed her that she could have a deep connection with someone, that she could be different from what she had imagined herself to be. When he gave her the validation she so sorely needed, it is no wonder that she wanted to believe that he was a good person deep down and that she could change him. And when she had managed to convince herself of this, how could Sara not fall for August?

What their relationship adds to their characters and the show

Of course, August and Sara's relationship didn't last and could never last. They were both projecting on each other - August projecting his ambitions on Sara making him believe that she understood him far better than she actually did, and Sara projecting the role of redeemed sinner which she really needed August to be onto him. This led to a disconnect between them that became very apparent in their last two conversations together in season 2. Even if it wasn't for this, August would probably start feeling like Sara was a liability to him when climbing higher socially and eventually break things off with her in favour of someone who would better fit his "perfect" façade. And August would never be accepted in Sara's family and social circle due to leaking the video and harming Simon and Wille. So what was the point of spending so much time on their relationship in this second season?

In his relationship with Sara, we got to see a different, softer side of August. We got a glimpse of how different he potentially could have been if he wasn't so deeply insecure and preoccupied with keeping up appearances. One could almost begin to hope that the relationship led to growth in August...which made it all the more heart-breaking when he reverted to his self-serving, scheming ways as soon as he had a sliver of power. Getting a peek behind August's façade made it easier to understand what is driving his actions, making him a much more three-dimensional character than in the first season, which greatly added to the tension in the story.

We also got to see a softer side of Sara. In the first season and parts of the second season, her morals appeared to be very black-and-white. She was complaining that Simon was giving people too many chances, blamed their mother for not leaving their father earlier even though it would have made them homeless, seemed to expect Simon to have the same (non-)relationship to their father as her (though her feeling of betrayal when it was revealed that he had been visiting their father probably of course also had to do with Simon not having been honest with her). After confessing to kissing Wille at the ball, Simon expected her to tell him that he is a bad person for cheating on Marcus and that Marcus is much better for him than Wille. However, as several people have noted, Sara was at that point able to empathise more with Simon and give him better advice and support by saying that he can't control his feelings and that doing bad things at times doesn't necessarily make you a bad person. Through her relationship with August, Sara seemed to start understanding that people have different sides and that things aren't always as black-and-white as they may seem. Almost up to the very end, she did not seem able to apply this new understanding to see Felice's side of the issue when her horse was sold, but Sara may still seem to have undergone some personal growth this second season. I am excited to see whether she will be able to continue this growth next season now that she has realised how severely she misjudged August, hopefully coupled with slightly less naivety (and hopefully she will learn to stop replicating the relationship her parents had, which I haven't touched on here as the post is already so long, but which @daylightsimon, @darktwistedgenderplural, and @malinthebodyguard have written so insightfully about). Her relationship with August showed us new sides of Sara's character, and might also lead Sara to understand herself better. This makes her a more interesting and three-dimensional character in my eyes, and creates a new dynamic in her sibling relationship with Simon, again increasing the tension in the story.

Thus, August and Sara's relationship adds depth to both of their characters, and contributes to the story by raising the stakes and creating new dynamics. And Malte Gårdinger and Frida Argento play these characters perfectly!

For these reasons, I think it was justified to devote as much time to their relationship as was done in season 2. In season 3, I really hope we will get to know the last secondary character - Felice - better. The fact that Young Royals shows us different sides of both the primary and secondary characters makes them seem much more real and consequently renders the story more impactful.

Aaaanyway, these were my two (or two hundred) cents on August and Sara's relationship. Let me round off with one gripe, though: how the hell has the fandom settled on Sargust as their couple's name, when Aura is right there for the taking?!?

#august horn #sara eriksson #sargust #aura #insecurity #want of human connection #validation #suicide tw #parental suicide tw #eating disorder tw #addiction tw #young royals #young royals season 2 #young royals analysis #malte gårdinger #frida argento #thoughts overflowing my fixated mind

[temporalbystander]

I told myself I wasn't going to ever make this post. Because I had hope. Because I wanted to believe that Miraculous had decent writing and that the sentiadren theory was not the pinnacle of what they could accomplish. Then season 5 happened. The first few episodes were good, it even forced me to make my blog solely Miraculous themed because the interactions I had with everyone were so much fun. Heck youve seen the reaction posts I did both in character and as myself.

(under the cut is a bunch of writing that you can take as me explaining my reasoning or just complaining. Either way, if you're hoping for anymore Miraculous content from me? Stories or screen caps, you best unfollow. Because I'm done.)

But then the leaks came. And, like an ancient being unable to properly use Facebook, I failed to avoid them. I told myself that certain spoilers didn't matter, that I could wait until the actual episodes came out to decide whether or not the salt was justified, that with a terrible memory like mine I'd forget it in no time (just look at some of the other screw ups I've made regarding Miraculous, it's not that far fetched.) However, as the number of Miraculous tags and blogs I followed began to grow the number of consenting opinions grew as well.

There are those who hate Marinette for being obsessed or a stalker when it comes to Adrien (who Id like to point out has had several episodes where we've seen his obsessed stalkers. Now Wayhem is creepy.) Those who love her and believe that all against her should suffer (which I was briefly a part of and still must fight my Alya bias even now.) And the same goes for the rest of the characters. But I still wanted to sit back and form my own opinions as cleanly as possible.

Needless to say, I failed. The more I stepped back and looked at the episodes, the more spoilers I failed to avoid to the episode screenshots I saw despite not having seen said episode yet. It all resulted in one clear opinion in my mind. Season 5 is a letdown. Not only because it's an out of order mess with the release dates but because it seemed more and more like pandering. Sentitheory is confirmed, Adrinette becomes canon, Lila gets revealed, Chloe gets punished and we get some LGBTQ+ recognition in the form of Zoe. (And Miss Bustier if I'm hearing right but I'm not really sure about that one.)

That should have been great, I'm all for writers letting the fans know they're appreciated. I was a brony during the 100th episode. That was like ambrosia for us fans. This? Felt like bad fanfiction and I know bad fanfiction, I've written tons of it. Firstly, why Zoe? If you're going to piss off Disney and other broadcasters, which I believe is why it was never done before, then why not confirm Rose and Juleka? Or Marc and Nathaniel? Why spend an episode saying something the fandom had basically decided the moment Zoe first showed up? And apparently it's just an end of episode confirmation where Marinette says she's flattered? I mean I get it but really? I don't know whether to be proud of her for not making a big deal of it or disappointed that the show doesn't make a bigger deal of it considering just how hard a confession like that can be. But you know what? I haven't watched the episode and I'm not going too so I probably shouldn't judge it.

What I will judge the everloving shit out of is the handling of Luka and Chloe. Luka must leave Paris because he knows who LB and CN are. That makes sense, we've seen in Star train that HawkMoth can't really sense or control his akuma's once they leave Paris so they'd have to leave to hunt Luka down. However Luka found out halfway through last season and, outside Ephemeral (which is its own set of issues) is never brought up. Seriously? I'm all for the Lukagami team up (which didn't actually end in Lukagami) for getting Adrinette together but you couldn't have had him pop up in a few more episodes to have him give excuses for the heroes to get away? Maybe pop up a bit more in support of Adrien? I'd be more upset if I hadn't known about the whole Luka leaving Paris, along with the Zoe confession, since BEFORE THE SEASON STARTED. But again, seperate issues.

And then there's Chloe. Oh Chloe. Now I wouldn't call myself a Chloe Stan. Until I actually started writing out ideas I didn't like her. She's the civilian foil to Marinette who is only put up with because her Daddy's the mayor and Adrien remembers when they had fun as little kids. The terrible airing of episodes didn't help either. Had I not been taking notes on every episode and had they not marathoned them on tv leading up to the release of the movies, I would have never put the pieces of her character together. Her self doubt, her abandonment by her mother, Mr. Cuddles and sucking her thumb? That is not the actions of evil incarnate. And what does the show do? LITERALLY REPLACE HER WITH ZOE!

And I don't mean the salty fans complaining about Mary Zoe as a replacement. No, the show doubles down by having the mayor adopt Zoe and send Chloe off with the mother who refuses to get her name right that Chloe doubts actually loves her. That? Is beyond fucked up. That? Is something I'd have written back when I didn't fully understand how tribulations and pain were parts of character growth. Just a simple "nah, Chloe bad. Zoe better. Just have Zoe." Seriously do you know how long it took me to realise that you can't just get rid of the bad guy if you want to make a good story?

And then, to cap it all off. HawkMoth gets his wish. On the bright side, if you wanted to know why Bunnix didn't show up until Evolution or during Ephemeral? That's why. Apparently Marinette feeling like a complete and utter failure is necessary for the future Alix comes from to happen. In fact, had Ephemeral happened before Wishmaker? Wed basically be watching season 6 right now. How else was Luka supposed to know what the hell Ladybug was talking about? Dudes not that smart I'm sorry. Hell nobody in the show is.

Seriously, who's genius fucking idea was it to have HawkMoth win this far into the show? Need I remind all of you how the wish is meant to work? It's a reset. A complete erasure and rewrite. There should be no "keeping secrets from Adrien" drama because, as far as the entire UNIVERSE is aware Emilie Agreste never vanished and whatever happened to Gabriel always happened. Hell the only one keeping secrets in this new world should be the kwamis since they're apparently the only ones who recognise what a reset looks like meaning they've experienced it before. And apparently they're all with their holders in this new universe? Hell I may watch the last episode just to figure out what crap they pull to try and explain everything. And why we should care about anything that happened in the past 8 YEARS if the "grand plan" of Astruc was just to erase it!

..... Sorry. I got way more frustrated towards the end there than I should have. If you have read this entire thing? Thanks and I'm sorry if I've wasted your time. What started out for me as a wonderful show about magic and love and typical good vs evil has now appears to have devolved into lazy writing, character assassination, retcons and repetition. I don't want to be one of the people who blame ZAG or TA or the writers about the problems of the show. That's more anger and salt then I need in my life. I'm just saying that, if this is the direction they choose to take it, that this was always the end point? Then I'm getting off here.

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[fuckin-sick-bih]

"Just" Allergies

Fandom: Stranger Things (I guess Eddie Lives AU?) Summary: The pollen count is high, Eddie forgot his allergy meds, but he just feels... especially bad for some reason. Steve thinks he's caught a spring cold on top of the pollen flare. (Steve lowkey has the kink) CW: Mess Word Count: 2.7k (I tried to keep it short okay? I did...) MINORS DNI

Make sure you take your allergy meds today, kid. News said pollen is high.

Wayne had even reminded him and Eddie, like the damn fool he was, had still forgotten. Now he was paying the price. Even sitting in the stuffy theater, Eddie still felt like his eyes were itchy and swollen and the persistent tickle from his consistently leaking nose was torturous. And his throat felt like something was scratching it. Rubbed by sandpaper and just uncomfortable. Especially torturous while trying to run his campaign.

He brought his hand up to rub subtly at his dripping nose with a sniff, metal rings on his left hand scraping roughly against the rims of his nostrils. His abused nose was bright pink from the day of just such repeated actions but not a single member dared comment least Eddie unfurl his wrath upon them.

Right now, he wanted nothing more than to go home, pop some allergy meds, shower, and maybe  fall asleep watching some movie on the couch. Either that or fall asleep to the radio.

After the whole… Upside Down, Eddie couldn’t do silence anymore. It suffocated him.

A voice started to filter into his congested brain, “Eddie? Eddie!? Earth to Eddie!”

Of course, it was Dustin…

Eddie sniffed thickly and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yes, oh Gurdis, our folk hero wizard?” he asked dramatically with an attempt at a smile for the freshie. Said smile flickered as the tickle in his sinuses began to work its way down.

“It’s just… we’ve been trying to ask if you wanted to call it here for the night, but you didn’t seem to hear us… You’ve been pretty distracted today. Is everything okay?” Henderson asked softly and Eddie felt his body tense.

Was he that obvious? “I’m f-ihhh” His breathing hitched, and Eddie sat up from where he’d been resting his chin on his hand behind his dungeon master screen. His chest expanding and deflating a few times as he held up a finger to indicate ‘one second’.

“Hiih- ihh! IxXG’HT!” He pinched his nose between his pointer finger and thumb of his opposite hand. “Ugh fuck…” There was pressure mounting in his head with every one of those stifled sneezes he’d done today.

As he turned to look at the rest of the Hellfire club, Eddie saw concerned faces and he pouted slightly. “I’m fine.” He said grumpily and rubbed roughly at his nose again with his ringed fingers. “Just allergies.” Another, thick sniffle punctuated his statement before he continued. “Fine, I guess we’ll wrap up here and continue next time.”

More concerned faces exchanged looks. Eddie never ended Hellfire early. Never. Really, Eddie was starting to feel like utter shit. His nose was running like a faucet now and Eddie really just needed to go home. “I’ll see you guys later.” He began to pack up his things, fumbling slightly in his rush to get moving and get home.

Everyone began to disperse except for the runts it seemed. They only came closer as Eddie was shoving things into his bag at top speed, wrist pressed up against his nose to try and stem the stream. Sniffling could only do so much for him now.

“Eddie? Do you need anything?” Mike asked softly and adjusted his bag on his shoulder, making Eddie stall as he glanced at the kids.

“Yeah, we can bike to the store and drop some things off if-” Dustin started only for Eddie to promptly cut them off before Lucas could join in.

Eddie jerked the zipper closed on his own bag and threw his bag over his shoulder, wincing ever so slightly as it pulled at the still tender and pink scars on his middle. “You runts are cute, but I don’t need anything other than like… a handful of Benadryl, a shower, and a bed.” He joked, ruffling Dustin’s curls much to the younger boy’s distain. “Don’t worry about me, kids. I’ll survive. I always do.”  

It came out more… hollow than Eddie had intended for it to, but he still turned on his heel and left with a wave. “See you freaks Monday!” He called, fighting the urge to cough after the yell.

It wasn’t until he got into his van with a shiver that he thought… That can’t be normal. Shivering and coughing weren’t part of his usual allergy routine. Speaking of allergy routine…

“Ehh- IGH’XTSh! Hah! k’HXXt! Ehh…eh? EPT’SHZXXGHT!  Fugk m’be!” Eddie shouted in utter frustration and despair, slamming the steering wheel with his open palm. He felt like garbage.

Garbage left to rot under the hot sun. Fuck maybe he was warm… The walk from school to van had been a swim through the pollen, but this didn’t even feel like just allergies anymore. He wanted to just lean his head back and cry, but he held back, started the van, cranked the heat, and pulled out of the school parking lot.

When he arrived home, Eddie dragged himself from his van to head inside. Wayne was already out for the night and Eddie had the place to himself, thank god. He was fumbling through the medicine cabinet when a knock at the door startled him and had him dropping the pill bottles in his arms. “Jesus!” He swore loudly, coughing into his elbow afterwards.

Once the pill bottles were set back on the sink’s edge, Eddie went to go see who was at the door. He sniffled and wiped his nose with his wrist, rubbing said wrist against his jeans afterwards. “Hello?” he said, cracking open the door to find none other than Steve Harrington.

“Hey, Eddie, uh- hope this isn’t too weird. Dustin radioed to say you were acting… weird and to bring you some stuff and check on you.” Steve admitted and tilted his head a little as he took in Eddie’s complexion. “You look like shit.”

Eddie let the door swing the rest of the way open and stepped back to invite Steve in. “Wow you really kdow how to charb a guy, Harri’gtod.” He said, cringing at the sound of his own voice.

Steve gave him a genuine smile after that, “Well, I’ve been known to flirt.” He teases but does reach out to grab Eddie’s arm after he’s closed and locked the door. “Talk to me.” His voice is quiet as he directs Eddie to the couch to sit with him.

If Eddie were a stronger man, maybe he wouldn’t have teared up and started crying in front of his crush but god he felt so fucking awful… He falls face first into Steve’s chest and outright sobs.

Steve drops the bag of goodies on the floor to lean forward and wrap his arms around Eddie to comfort him. The crying does nothing to help his congestion and Eddie has to fish the bandana out of his back pocket to blow his nose before he can even attempt talking to Steve.

“Nose won’t stop running, feel so fucking congested though… eyes are itchy and swollen…” Eddie pauses to wipe his nose with the bandana again, sniffling some more as his nostrils twitch. There’s a tickle starting to build and he’s trying to ignore it. “Throat’s sore… not just like itchy but real sore… Makes me cough. A-And I can’t s-stop sn-heeh… eh- ehh-! EhhXXGHT! N’GHXT! XXGHT!” His fingers shot up to pinch his nose to make sure he didn’t sneeze on Steve. “That.” He sniffed.

A frown crossed Steve’s features and he feels Eddie’s forehead with the back of his hand as well as his palm. “You’re maybe a little warm. Think you picked up something and got stuck with early spring allergies, man. That sucks…”

Eddie sniffled thickly and tried to clear his throat without starting a coughing fit. “Fuck. That’s just m’by luck…” His congestion was already starting to return before his hand shot up to pinch his nose without warning. “Ihh’GXHT! Fuck!” He swore and snuffled back some of the mess threatening to slip from his nose.

As Eddie looked up at Steve, he noticed a blush darkening over his features. He wriggled his nose to try and keep the tickle at bay for another few minutes and sniffed. “What’s with the blush, Harri’gtod?” He questioned with and cleared his throat again, raising a suspicious brow at the other.

“What?” Steve choked out, trying his best to sound nonchalant and failing miserably. “Nothing. I’m not blushing. Just worried about you. Shut up.” He insisted and went fishing in the bag for a fresh box of tissues, tearing it open to pull some out before handing them to the darker haired man. “Here. Blow. You can’t even say my name right.” He teased.

This time it was Eddie’s turn to blush, and he snatched the tissues from Steve to valiantly blow his nose into them. He grimaced and wiped his nose, nostrils twitching and flaring as the tickle was fanned into a flame from the blowing.

“Ihhuh… Ih-hih-!” Eddie fumbled desperately for new tissues and felt Steve pressing some into his hands. He immediately collapsed into them with unstifled, gut wrenching sneezes. “HiiiIGSHEW! IISHXEW! Eh… EhhT’XHSEW! Oh fuck- ow…” Both of his arms wrapped around his middle protectively as the scars ached from his sudden jarring movements.

“Bless you,” Steve whispered softly, frowning with worry as he moved forward to gently take Eddie’s arms. “Hey, hey.. what’s wrong, Eds?” Anxiety threaded it’s way through Steve’s tone like a tightly laced boot.

Eddie shook his head and pressed his wrist to his leaky nose again, rubbing his nose against his wrist which he held still. “Guh… s’dothi’g…” He tries to insist.  “Just the bite scars. They’re still te’der sobetibes.”

Something more than concern crosses Steve’s features and Eddie finds himself being pulled into a gentle hug. He tries to push Steve off him and the other quickly lets go.

“What? What?” Steve asked urgently. “What’s wrong?”

With a laugh that turned into a dry cough, Eddie shook his head. “Dod’t do that. You’re godda get sigk too, du’bass.” He teases Steve and snuffles once again before rubbing at his nose with his rings again, eyes fluttering as his nostrils flared. “Argh… Fugks sagke… fugki’g allergies baki’g everythi’g idtchy… Iihh’pxxght! Ugh… Sorry sduck out.”

Steve only rolled his eyes and yanked Eddie back into a hug, trapping his arms so he couldn’t rub his nose anymore. “I won’t get sick. Hanging out with those kids has like- totally boosted my immune system.”

Again, Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve. “That… sou’ds like total bullshit.” He sniffled thick and gurgling, feeling Steve squirm in the hug as he smirked at him. “Add you sure are a squirber. You sure everythi’g is okay? Oh, shit you’re dot like- a gerbaphobe or sobethi’g are you? Fuck, I’b sorry!” He starts to scramble backwards, falling with a thud off the couch and onto the floor before Steve can catch him.

“No no, Eddie! Relax!” Steve insisted, shaking his head some. “I’m fine. Seriously. It’s cool. Not a germaphobe. Sniffle, sneeze, cough, all you want. It’s- it’s fine.” But his face was coloring up a bright tomato red and Eddie knew something was up. Though he still accepted the hand which helped pull him back up onto the couch.

“Sure, whatever, Harri’gtod. Just dod’t yell at m’be whed you get sick.” Eddie sniffled again and groaned, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch to wrap up in.

Steve smiled a little and pulled the blanket up over his head to really cocoon him in. “Chilly? You got a hot water bottle? I can fill it up for you?” He offered but Eddie just shook his head some.

“N’do, it popped last year whed I was curled up arou’d it with that flu that went around. Did you get that?” Eddie explains and continues to rub his nose with his hand, rings still abusing his poor red nose despite the freshly opened box of tissues right there.

Thankfully, Steve plucked him a few tissues and pressed them into Eddie’s hands. “Ugh, I did. That was awful. I was stuck in bed for a week. Ended up with a pretty bad sinus infection actually.” He recalls for Eddie and adjusts the blanket for him to keep him all tucked in and cozy. “Anyway, you need meds. I brought meds.”

Eddie blew his nose into the tissues Steve had pressed into his hands and swiped at his leaking nose some more. The blowing caused the tickle to resurge with a vengeance, “Hiihh- Eh? EH-! EhhGXXtsh! Hiii’tGXHTsh! Ngh… uh? Huh… Fugk… HEPT’SHHXXGuh!” A flurry of failed attempts at stifling.

A few more tissues were grabbed before Eddie could question Steve. “Huh? Beds?” He questioned, not quite following until he saw Steve pulling allergy and cold medication from the bag he’d brought with him. “Shit. Stevie, you didd’t have to get all that… I have sobe stuff…”

“Is it still in date?” Steve challenged with a knowing smile, having peeked into the Munson medicine cabinet once before when looking for pain pills for his own demo-bat bites. Not a damn thing in there was still in date.

A soft grumble left the curly haired man, and he shuffled around to rest his head against Steve’s shoulder instead. Steve got him out some allergy medicine first while Eddie pointedly rubbed at his itchy eyes. “Stop that. You’ll make it worse.”

“Itches.” Eddie complained petulantly.

“I know, but this will help. I’ll maybe get you a washcloth to help if you’re good and take your meds.” Steve bargained to which Eddie huffed through his mouth and accepted the allergy pills. “Didn’t know what all to get you. Dustin just said you were sneezy and looked like crap.”

The sniffly Munson managed a chuckle and wriggled his nose at the mention of being sneezy. “Yeah. S’true. I get sdeezy whed I’b sick too… so polled plus cold is just ode fucked up Eddie.” He sniffled, mostly for dramatic effect but it sounded far soupier than he intended, and he grimaced. “Guh..”

Steve seemed to shift in his seat, eyes locked onto Eddie, but he did make a noise of sympathy. “Damn, Eds. I’m sorry. You must feel like shit… and here I am stalling.” He shook his head and got out a dose of cold medicine, a syrup this time.

The sight of the cup of syrup made Eddie wrinkle his nose and whine, “Are you fucki’g serious?” He complained with another sniffle and a rub at his nose with his knuckles, red nostrils starting to twitch again. “I’b dot swallowi’g that.”

“Yes. You are.” Steve said matter-of-factly and held the cup close to Eddie’s lips, making him pull his chin in and mouth away from the cup.

“N’do way- n’dope…” Eddie mumbles but his breathing starts to hitch, his mouth falling open, and Steve takes the opportunity to tip the syrup into his mouth. The surprise taste of the syrup only seems to make his nose tickle worse.

He does the only thing he can think and covers his face with his hands as he pitches forwards with sneezes. “HiiXXTSH! EIXXTHUE! Ihh.. eh-! … IiiHXXTSHhuh!” Eddie groans softly at the mess he can feel on his hands, having flung them up so as not to sneeze on Steve. “You’re a bodster, Harri’gtod… ugh… tissues?”

Steve seems to swallow hard, his face scarlet once again, before he fumbled for the tissues. He plucked out several which he gently pressed into Eddie’s face and hands. “Sorry, didn’t realize you were so sensitive.”

“I’b dot!” Eddie says indignantly.

The blonde just laughs and tucks Eddie back into the blanket again, letting him clean himself up. “Sure, Eds.” Steve says as he grabs the TV remote to put something on for them to watch, thankfully keeping the volume low.

It was only ten minutes later that Eddie was fast asleep with his head in Steve’s lap while they watched Wheel of Fortune. Steve’s fingers idly playing with Eddie’s soft curls as Eddie’s stuffy snores filled any of the lulls in noise from the TV. Like a comforting background hum. And soon Steve was out like a light too.

#snzfic #snz #snzblr #sickfic #st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #st/eve ha/rrington #ed/die mu/nson #snz kink #cw: mess #ugh god is it awful? tell me if its awful #but like nicely plz im sensitive #its my first steddie fic okay i just wanna do my boys eddie & steve justice

[mindthebulletso]

What is your opinion on the Louis dm thing with the kid mums?

Do you mean if I think it's Real or Fake?

They want me to believe it's real so I think it's real.

It doesn't matter anymore, in 2022, how far-fetched this confidence between an international star and a Fans is..😂🤣😂

Does this make him look like the last of the idiots and the mum the first of the bitches?

Oh 1️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ % … but I believe, firmly, it is

I am not a Larrie. I don't love Harry (and The situation) enough to be. I don't even have any more serious reasons to believe in the two of them together (not enough interest too) but in the last few days I have really felt sorry for them because, in my personal experience of now 6 years I do not judge them worse than anyone. It is not true that most of them ONLY think about Louis' private life. as far as I can see many of them work hard for him. as far as I could see on this tour Larries were an integral part of the good things that happened. Like the others. But others, even those ONLY obsessed with a child and a wannabegirl are never questioned by anyone. Maybe because they are few, they make less noise but everything is allowed to them so… that's right. yesterday I saw a girl who I love, justifies the leak just because she liked the content of the message and that's wrong in every possible way but today Louis was online, he had time to deal with women's football and he hasn't denied anything so again

it's time to go with the flow.

nothing means nothing.

no research to do.

no hidden meaning as he stated.

Why waste energy, time and work on someone who gives his merch and his time to another section of the fandom? create your own hidden bubble where you can express yourself freely without having to be judged. listen to his music illegally as someone on your same level claims you don't stream anyway! Buy non-original Merch, save money for your studies and future because Louis, on the other hand, has founded his fortune on your tenacity and perseverance.

I very much hope Larries really take 10 steps back …

Has anyone established their presence is useless and harmful? Ok! leave the job to those who are paid to do it. because yes, in recent years both boys have been able to benefit greatly from them, Harry himself was able to create this immense empire because Larries have always been the net that would have kept him from really falling. (Eventualmente)

Can anyone claim that Louis can really live without Larries? great, if that is the problem, if in 2022 he checks the accounts of the people he talks to (seems an unhealthy obsession but ok) and then he is so careless as to wear a shirt with a huge H Is Ok. Is Only Business..💵💵💵💵 your job is done. He has enough money for "all the world of him" and beyond.. 💸💸💸

Leave him to those who really understand him.

in your real life would you stay in a place where someone says you are not welcome? i

n your real life would you accept being used for your money?

in your real life would you agree to quarrel with X over friendship with Y?

To what extent "not knowing what's going on behind the scenes" will still cause you be bullied just because you believe that in Louis' bed is Harry Styles..

Are you really that sure you can't lead the game? are you really sure that all the trash would be there without you? independent of you?

What was written in these DMs was the least of the problems. He has become the one and only. and that's not fair.

But if Louis has accepted the role or his hands are tied none of your battles will be successful. So why fight?

I apologize for this unsolicited Larrie defense but in my personal experience they are the only ones who have never bullied me. I have only received insults and threats from Rads (also quite famous) from Elounors and from old Directioners who accept his Solo Career only because he loves (and Still sing and talk) One Direction.

#louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson world tour #walls #lt2 era #lt world tour #larries #louies #lt2 is coming #ltwt22 #bmg #sony music #eleanor calder #freddie tomlinson #lottie tomlinson #larry is real #larry stylinson #louis and harry #one direction #directioners #charlie lightening #louis tomilson

[iwasbored777]

Hey can I just ask u smthg since ur the one of the only.... positive.... reader of the bible(ml) I know lol

I saw a post abt mocking ppl abt the love square saying how bad the season is and that the end will be very disappointing blah blah blah u know usual stuff

I just... this rlly set me off cause I've not been very excited with the start of the season cause of the bible being leaked and a lot of ppl who read it saying that the season was going to be bad. Everytime I go see some legal spoilers and teasers I see ppl making memes and analysis, stuff that dont have a fcking read below tag or even a warning at the start that it's a bible leak and everytime I think it's just some headcanon its fcking real and I am so disappointed.

Like I haven't watched multiplication and destruction and don't even think on doing it anytime soon cause that's how low my interest dropped from accidentally seeing SO MANY leaked images and text posts saying that ml season 5 will truly be trash

I dont wanna look into anymore of those spoilers it's rlly not safe even in this site so I just wanna ask if u think this season is as bad as ppl say it?

HOLD TF UP YOU WHO ALWAYS COMMENT ON MY PURPLE JOKES DID NOT WATCH MULTIPLICATION AND DESTRUCTION HONEY NOT ONLY THEY HAVE IKARIMOTH BUT ALSO THESE EPS WERE AMAZING I LOVED THEM SO MUCH SSKKSKSKSKSSKJSKSJSJSJSJKS THEY ACTUALLY BRING ME LIFE ADRIENETTE IS EVERYTHING LADYNOIR TOO IN THESE EPS ALSO LOL GABE IS SLUTTY JUST AS I THOUGHT 😭😭😭😭

But I understand you completely this show goes from 0 to 100 and the other way around ALL THE TIME. One episode is amazing and the next one is crap and so on. I hated the bible so much and I still hate so many decisions the writers made and I'm really not sure how things will end but I idk I thought quitting the show will help me but I'm too attached to it and my friends here and the truth is I can't just leave. I loved Destruction. I wanted to leave not because I was disappointed in the previous episodes - the season 4 finale was awesome and so was Evolution and Multiplication - but the spoilers got worse and worse. The more I read about them the more I hated them and nothing here was making me want to stay. The fandom sucks too but man there are some of my friends here whom I would sell my soul to the devil for so I can see them again every day. If you want to quit I fully understand and I don't judge you. I quit like three times now and every time I find excuse to come back. ML is addictive. If you need a break take it. We will get a lot of episodes now and when/if you come back you will have a lot of stuff to watch. Breaks help a lot. I felt so good when I didn't interact with the fandom for a while.

But just in case maybe you want to read the bible? And I will share the link for it and I can't say it will change your mind but I just think you should watch Multiplication and Destruction cuz I haven't met a person yet who was deeply disappointed by these episodes. I personally thought they were great. I wish every episode was this interesting and funny and I know this season will disappoint with some episodes too but that's how we roll. I will probably take more breaks again sometime when I decide. I understand and support you whatever you decide. You do what you want.

#miraculous ladybug #Ml season 5 #ml ask #ask and answer

[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Clueless and Foolish: Dallas Winston x Reader Imagine

This is a request! If you would like to make a request take a look at (this post) for all of the characters I am currently writing for.

My Multi-fandom Masterlist

The request is...

"Will I be known and loved?

Is there one that I trust?

Starting to sober up

Has it been long enough?"

Borderline By Tame Impala

~~~

I had been avoiding him for a while. I didn't want to but the feelings that I had kept hidden had been eating at me more and more lately. It was hard to even look at Dallas sometimes. It seemed as though the second my eyes focused on him my blood would begin to make me feel dizzy in reverence. My heart felt like it could pulsate through my chest. I couldn't function around him at points. The only thing that calmed these intense feelings I had for him was to not be around him. 

So, that's what I did. It made things a lot easier for me. I'm sure he didn't notice my absence much. But, I knew I couldn't avoid him forever. I couldn't spend what felt like days being cooped up in my house. I have to face him at some point, I would just have to swallow back all the feelings that threatened to spill out.

So, with much reluctance and gritted teeth. I made my way back over to the Curtis's house. The walk was cool and quiet. A slight rustling of the grass and leaves could be heard due to the wind. My nerves grew more and more as I got closer to the house. A group of miscellaneous chatter could be heard through the screen door. I could feel my hands as I opened the chain-linked fence. I pushed past the screen door, everyone's attention turned to me.

“Y/N there you are! I think it’s been a week since the last time I saw you.” Two-Bit exclaimed, his words slightly slurred as he spoke.

“Yeah Y/N/N where’ve you been?” Johnny asked curiously.

I could feel everyone’s stare at me, but one, in particular, seemed to burn. 

Dallas looked as though he was anticipating my next sentence, waiting to be hung up on every word I spoke. 

“Oh umm...” 

Fuck come up with something quick.

“I uh, wasn’t feeling well.” 

“Really? You weren’t feeling well?” Dallas asked skeptically, I could tell he did not believe me whatsoever.

“Yeah I was really tired and I had a cough so I just chose to stay home,” I said quickly wanting to make my excuse sound more believable. 

Dallas just looks at me, his eyebrow cocked up in suspicion. But he didn’t question me anymore, much to my relief. Soon enough the gangs' focus went from me back to the TV which of course, was playing Mickey Mouse. I sat down on the floor in front of the couch next to Johnny and tried to fully focus on the TV. But, it was hard to do that when I could still feel Dallas’s stare on me. Time felt frozen, the tension that I felt made it hard for me to focus. 

This was going to be a long, long visit.

~~~

I didn’t know how long I was sitting there, but my eyes had begun to burn and my muscles felt tense. The gang talked around me but I couldn’t for the life of me know what they were talking about. I just couldn’t focus on anything if Dallas was around, it was embarrassing really. I never would’ve thought someone would have such an effect on me. 

I sat up suddenly, I could feel Dallas’s eyes follow my movement. 

“I’m going to sit outside for a second, it’s a little hot in here,” I mutter before walking out. 

I huffed out a deep breath once the cold night air hit me. I slumped down on one of the porch steps while shrugging off my jacket. I wasn't out by myself for long, it was maybe a minute later when I heard the screen door open again. I didn’t even have to look back to see who it was. Dallas sat next to me, lighting a cancer stick before talking.

“What’s goin’ on with you?” He asked, smoke leaked from his lips.

I turned to look at him I tried to seem confused at his question. “What do you mean Dal?”

He gave me an incredulous look before replying. “Don’t play dumb with me 

Y/N/N, I know you well enough to know when you're off.”

“I’m fine Dallas,”

“Why’d you lie to me then?” He interrogated.

I knew it... I knew he wouldn’t buy my excuse.

“Lied to you about what?” I asked innocently.

He looked at me with an annoyed expression melting away my innocent facade almost immediately. “Y/N... you’re a terrible liar doll. You and I both know you weren’t sick.”

I sighed before lowering my head, my hair fell in front of my face. “Sorry, Dal,” I muttered feebly.

“What’s goin’ on Y/N?” He asked repeating his question from earlier. “And I want the truth this time.”

I kept my head down as I spoke, it was hard to even look him in the eye sometimes. “It's nothing, I’m just being stupid.”

I felt an arm drape itself around my shoulders making me tense slightly before relaxing again. Dallas noticed my reaction and moved his arm off of me. 

“Did I do something?” He asked.

I finally raised my head, brushing my hair back so I could look at him. 

“No no you didn’t do anything,” I said quickly in a panic. “I just... I don’t know how to tell you, something.” I added warily. 

Dallas seemed intrigued now, he looked at me expectingly. “Okay?” He spoke up wanting me to elaborate on my thought. “Did someone jump you or...”

“No, no one jumped me.” I couldn’t avoid this forever... I would have to tell him. 

“Then what the hell is wrong with-”

“I like you, like... really like you,” I interjected, my heart raced as the words fell out of my mouth.

Dallas looked at me stunned and my once racing heart began to sink.

“Yeah... I thought so.” I spoke awkwardly, I felt the urge to cry. I felt humiliated, embarrassed, and disappointed too. 

I cleared my throat and got off the porch steps ready to make a break for it toward the gate. Rapid sounding pair of footsteps quickly followed after me. Dallas’s hand grabbed me preventing me from leaving.

“Hold on a second.” 

“I’m sorry I-I knew you didn’t feel that way. That’s why I didn’t come around I didn’t want to make things awkward.” I confessed breathlessly. “I-I ruined things, didn’t I? I’m such an-”

Cold hands cupped my face making me stop talking. I couldn’t help but stare into those dark, brown eyes. I could feel my face heat up the longer our gazes were locked.

Dallas breathed out a laugh, his usual coy and charming smirk greeted me. 

“Take a breath doll.”

“Dal-”

“You’re clueless, you know that?”

“What?” I uttered.

“How could you not realize how much I am into you?”

I scoffed at his reply not believing him.

“Yeah right.”

One second, I was still gazing into his eyes. The next my lips were entrapped with a pair of slightly chapped ones. I reciprocated his movements almost immediately. My blood began to make me feel dizzy in bliss again. My hands wove themselves within his hair. We then pulled back slightly, our noses still brushed against each other.

“You’re intoxicating to me.” I could feel the ghost of his lips as he talked.

I couldn’t reply to him, the shock of the events that were unfolding took away my ability to speak. I simply smiled shyly at him before reconnecting our lips. I imprinted the touch of his hands and lips. I melted in his hold, the longer we stayed entwined together.  

All I knew was that he was intoxicating to me too.

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders x y/n #the outsiders

[quillquiver]

On SPN, Burying Your Gays, and Being Heard

I am shaking, I feel sick, I feel like I’m insane. And did I run a little wild with the theories? You bet. But you know what didn���t help? The botched clusterfuck that was this entire goddamn finale debacle. How was I supposed to believe anything they said in panels when M&G dialogue would leak saying the exact opposite? How was I supposed to grieve and move on when there was nothing from the cast and crew? Nobody said anything! And any info leaked just destabilized what we already knew or directly contradicted what we’d been told. In light of that, how was I supposed to trust anything anyone said? One rogue translator reciprocated the love confession and I was practically sold, because there were so many questions surrounding the English text that this was something good, something that logically fit, and something I wanted to hold onto. 

Because they hurt me. This is about so much more than one episode or a ship; for years queer fans have seen ourselves in these characters and been told that we were crazy. That we were reading too much into it. I’m not sure how people get upset and offended when a storyline that doesn’t exist... doesn’t exist! said Guy Bee (2013). And then, after all of that, they turned around and said magnanimously, you have your version, I have mine... and that’s okay. But it’s not okay. It’s not okay, because that doesn’t erase what came before - that doesn’t erase the baiting and the gaslighting, and that invalidates everything we felt in the time leading up to that episode. It gave them an open window for all the subtext that came after. It allowed them to brush us off.

And then we got Cas’s love confession. I watched that scene about 500 times. Added to the rest of the season - to the fandom avatar being presented as successful and intelligent, to arc being the death of the author - I felt seen. Really seen, by a show that made it its mission to erase me. I had been okay with Cas dying at first because I had been sure the romance arc would carry through. I had been convinced that after everything, there was no way they would give that to us and then take it away.

But they did, because this is Supernatural. To anyone saying this is not bury your gays, I implore you to read up on the Hays Code. This link is to an amazing queer history podcast and the episode that covers it. In short, the Hays Code was a legal document that came about in 20th Century Hollywood during the puritanical war on the American entertainment industry,  and it stipulated what was not allowed on screen. Not all of it was queer - there’s a whole section about kissing - but what the Code is most remembered for is that queerness was not allowed on screen. But queer people are resilient, and so they started testing the waters... and it turned out that you could in fact code queerness into a narrative, as long as it was subtextual, or as long as the queer character died/was punished, or both. The point is that the character is not allowed to live their truth openly. They are buried, either in the ground or punished in the narrative. The former is normally what we refer to these days, because the latter just doesn’t really happen anymore.

Until Supernatural. 

Castiel is immediately punished for speaking his truth - and please don’t tell me he leveraged that punishment and so he had agency. Literally the only thing that could make him happy was confessing his feelings, and so the Empty deal was directly related to this idea of queerness-as-punishment. That being said, Bobo wrote a beautiful scene. Cas’s confession was a love letter to queerness and coming out... but everything that came after buried him. Castiel may have ended the series alive but he was effectively written out of the last two episodes, and that means that he actually never really got to live his truth. He was silenced by the narrative - that is punishment. 

Dean is a whole other can of worms. Does one rogue translator confirm canon bi!Dean? Or do we have to read our own version of the text? The fact that we even have to ask these questions firmly places us in the realm of queerbaiting. Were the writers trying to get bi!Dean approved but were unable to? I have no idea, but queerbaiting requires proof that the writers encouraged a reading they had no intent of following through on, and we certainly don’t lack in evidence of that. Not from this writers room, but from those of previous eras. Did these writers try? They might have, but the funny thing about queerbaiting discourse is that there has never been a show to bait this long, and I’m making the call that even if you tried at the end, you baited me with half the ship and all the years that came before. 

Of course, the narrative leaves open the possibility of bi!Dean so if you do read the show that way, that means Dean also falls into the bury your gays category; if you read the show this way - which many of us do - the mere suggestion that Dean Winchester was bisexual was enough to punish him. And he was punished. We’ve all written extensively on this, but he was given a random death, on a case his father never finished. All that growth, all that time spent having him accept himself, love himself, that was all taken away. He died the way he always thought he would: as a tool, in service of his father, protecting his brother. He had always believed he’d been a body to throw on the sword and in the end that’s all he was. And when he gets to Heaven? He’s also silenced. He barely speaks in the episode except to monologue during his death, and that is 100% Sam-centric. He is scared. 

It was horrific to watch. I sobbed so hard my roommate was seriously concerned. 

I had been fully prepared for Supernatural to end disappointingly. I had figured everything would end with a huge heaven reunion because white, straight, cis-male S&F writers love the idea of death as a reward, but instead of being disappointed I felt like I had witnessed a slaughter. Every single one of the queer themes intrinsic to the show: found family, resilience, speaking your truth... were gone. And I know we’ve talked about this too, but it bears repeating, because in doing this, in writing the queerness out of its narrative, Supernatural effectively looked every one of us queer folx in the eye and said: you are not important. You don’t matter. All of that stuff that came before is all good and well, but what really matters at the end of all things is blood family. It’s two brothers in a car. Life sucks but at least we get to die and go to paradise - real paradise, that your angel buddy died for and then made for you and who we never hear from again.

I felt insane. I felt cheated. I felt humiliated. I felt devastated. I still feel all those things, but listen to me. You have been heard. Not by Misha Collins, who is a great guy, but doesn’t get it. Not by Jensen Ackles, who is a similarly great guy, but also just doesn’t understand. And not by anyone else who worked on this show. 

You know who heard you? Me. The people who follow me. The people who follow you. We saw each other, and heard each other, and we gave each other a leg up. We made memes. We wrote fic. We drew fanart. We made gifs. All for ourselves and all for each other. We broke Tumblr multiple times. We donated over $60,000 USD to multiple different causes. We got multiple hashtags trending at multiple different points, and today kept it up because we demanded answers and then we got them. There were at least 5 articles written about the show today. We made that happen. We made people listen. 

Supernatural didn’t deserve me, and it didn’t deserve you. It didn’t deserve Dean. It didn’t deserve Cas. It didn’t deserve Misha and Jensen. But this show ended with a bleak, awful message and we turned around and showed them that love is loud. So what about all of this is real?

We are.

#alex talks #spngate #archived #this was very therapeutic #and i honestly don't know if i will ever be able to love something like this again #because i have been burned oh man #but this fandom is amazing #and i am proud to be a part of it #and i am not going anywhere #journaling #15x18 #15x19 #15x20 #castiel #dean winchester #destiel

[scorpionyx9621]

Do you think Jason Todd fandom is kinda toxic? Because it seems like NO MATTER what DC do, there'll always be complains. Forget the bad adaptation like Titans. Even Judd Winick cannot escape the criticism with how he potrayed Robin!Jason. They just never satisfied.

SORRY, IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS. I just moved from Washington D.C. to Seattle, which, for my non-American friends, that's 4442km away. And I DROVE THERE ALL BY MYSELF. And now I'm trying to find new work in a new city and trying to stay mentally healthy and positive. Life is exciting but hard and scary.

*sighs*

As someone who was a fandom elder with V*ltr*n. I've seen some of the worst when it comes to fandom behavior. I'm talking people baking food with shaving razors and trying to give them to the showrunners. I'm talking leaking major plot details and refusing to take it down unless they make their ship canon (I am looking at you, Kl*nce stans) For the most part, DC Comics has had a decades-long reputation of treating their fans like trash and not caring what they think so from what I've seen, we all just grumble and complain in our corners of the internet about how we don't like how X comic portrays Jason Todd.

The challenge with Jason Todd is that he's your clinical anti-hero, the batfamily's Draco in Leather Pants, he's a jerkass woobie, and on top of all of that, he's a Tumblr sexyman. It's a perfect storm for a very fun but frustrating character to be a fan of. It doesn't help that every writer decides to re-invent the wheel every time Jason comes up so his canon lore is confusing at best and inconsistent as a standard.

I guess starting with a general brief on who Jason is and what is uniform about him with every instance he's appeared in comics/media.

Grew up in a poor family in Gotham with a dad who was a petty-mid-level criminal, and a mother who dies of a drug overdose.

Survives on the street on his own by committing petty crimes and potentially even engaging in sexual acts to keep himself alive.

Is cornered by Batman and taken in after Dick Grayson quits/is fired

Becomes the second Robin, but is known for being the harsher, more brutal Robin.

Is killed by Joker after being tortured, but somehow comes back to life and regains senses through the Lazarus Pit

Resolves himself to be better than Batman by basically being Batman but kills people.

Where there has been a lot of conflict in the fandom is the fact that Jason Todd is not a character that is written consistently. DC Comics loves to go with the narrative that Jason was "bad from the start" and was the "bad robin" when, yes, he has trouble controlling his anger, but he also still is just as invested in seeing the best of Gotham City and trying to be a positive change for the world as any other DC Comics hero.

Where I get frustrated with the fandom is its ability to knit-pick every detail of a comic they don't like while completely disregarding everything that makes the comics great and worth it to read. My example being Urban Legends. To which most people had pretty mixed reactions to. I was critical of the comic at first but as it went along I ended up really liking it. I have a feeling DC Comics went to Chip Zdarsky and told him he had 6 issues to bring Jason back into the Bat Family, and honestly he didn't do a bad job. Did it feel rushed? Absolutely. I wish there was more development of Jason and Bruce's characters and their dynamic as a whole. However, where I see a lot of people being angry and upset with Urban Legends is that they feel Zdarsky needlessly wrote Jason as an incompetent fool who needs Bruce to save him.

Whether or not that was the intention of Zdarsky is up to debate. However, and this may be controversial, but I don't think he wrote Jason Todd out of character at all. For as fearsome, intimidating, and awesome as Red Hood is. Jason is a character who is absolutely driven by his emotions. Why do you think he donned the role of Red Hood? As a response to his anger towards The Joker for killing him, and towards Bruce for not taking action against The Joker and for seemingly replacing him so quickly after he died. Jason didn't care about being the murderous Robin Hood or for being the bloody hammer of justice against N*zi's and P*d*ph*les. He only cared originally about making The Joker and Bruce pay. It wasn't until he trained under the best assassins in the world and realized most of them were horrific criminals who trafficked children and were p*dos that Talia began to realize that the teachers that she sent Jason to train under started dying horrific and painful deaths.

The entire story of the Cheer story in Batman Urban Legends was started because it finally forced some consequences upon Jason. Tyler, aka Blue Hood's father was a drug dealer who gave his supply to his wife and kids. And when Tyler's father admitted he gave the drugs to Tyler, it immediately made him fall within the self-imposed philosophical kill-list of Jason Todd. And Jason, well, he proceeds to kill Tyler's father. When this happens, Jason is in shock. Tyler's dad fit the bill to easily and justifiably be killed by Jason. We've never seen Jason having to deal with the consequences of being a murderous vigilante on a micro-level. When Jason realizes what he's done in that he's murdered Tyler's dad, he's shocked. He tells Babs the truth. He does a rational thing because he's in shock. He doesn't know what to do, he never has had to face the consequences of his actions as Red Hood and now the gravity of befriending a child as a vigilante hero who kills people just set in when he killed the father of the same child he was just introduced to.

(Oh here's a little aside because it had to be said, Jason would not have been a good father or a good mentor to Tyler and absolutely should not have been his new Robin. Jason is a man who is in his early 20's (not saying men in their early 20's can't be good fathers at all) who is a brutal serial killer using the guise of a vigilante anti-hero to let him escape most of the law. the complications of having the man who murdered your father adopt you and make you his sidekick are way too numerous for me to explain in a long-winded already heavy Tumblr essay post. There's a reason why we don't advocate for a story where Joe Chill adopted Bruce Wayne or one where Tony Zucco took in Dick Grayson.)

The next biggest argument is that they feel that Jason is giving up his guns as a means to just be invited back into the Bat-Family. To which I will tell anyone who has that argument to go actually read Urban Legends. Already have and still have that argument? Please re-read it. Don't want to? That's okay, I will paste the images from the comic where Jason specifically says that he doesn't want to give up his weapons for Bruce and his real reasoning down below since the comic isn't exactly readily accessible.

Jason gave up the guns because he felt the gravity of what he had done and knows how it'll effect Tyler. Thankfully his mom is alive and in recovery. But Tyler doesn't have a father anymore. And Jason killed Tyler's father. It may have been in accordance to Jason's philosophy, but it was a case where it blurred the lines. Jason Todd isn't a black and white character, just very dark gray. He doesn't kill aimlessly like the Joker. If you are on Jason's list you probably have done something pretty horrific, and also just in general, being in his way or being a threat to him. Mind you, in early days of Red Hood and the Outlaws (Image below) Jason almost killed 10 innocent civilians in a town in Colorado all because they saw him kill a monster. That being said, Jason isn't aimless in his kills.

(Also can we just take a moment to appreciate Kenneth Rocafort's art? DC Comics said we need to rehabilitate Jason Todd's image and Kenneth Rocafort said hold my beer: It's so SO GOOD)

That being said, the key emphasis in the story of Cheer asides from trying to introduce Jason Todd back into the Bat Family and give an actual purpose for him being there, other than him just kind of being there ala Bowser every time he shows up for Go Kart racing, Tennis, Golf, Soccer, and the Olympic games when Mario invites him, is that Jason and Bruce ultimately both want the same thing. Jason wants to be welcomed back into the family and to be loved and appreciated. Bruce want's Jason back as his son and wants to love and protect Jason. Both of these visions are shown in the last chapter of Cheer while under the effect of the Cheer Gas. It's ultimately this love and appreciation they both have for each other that helps them overcome their challenge and win.

Jason Todd is a character who, just like Bruce, has been through so much pain and so much hate in his life. The two are meant to parallel each other. While Bruce chose to see the best in everyone, giving every rogue in his gallery the option to be helped and give them a second chance, hence why he never kills, Jason has a similar view on wanting to protect the public, but he understands that some crimes are so heinous they cannot be forgiven, or that some habitual criminals are due to stay habitual criminals, and need to be put down. But at the end of the day, the two of them both try to protect people in their own ways.

I am aware that through the writings of various DC Comics authors such as Scott Lobdell and Judd Winick, the two have had a very tumultuous relationship. And rightfully so, I am by no means saying that Scott Lobdell writing an arc where Bruce literally beats Jason to within an inch of his life in Red Hood and the Outlaws, nor Judd Winick's interpretation of Under the Red Hood where Bruce throws the Batarang at Jason's neck, slicing his throat and leaving him ambiguously for dead at the end of the comic is appropriate considering DC Comics seems to be trying everything they can to integrate Jason back into the family. That being said, a lot of these writings have shaped the narrative of Jason and Bruce's relationship and have an integral effect on the way the fandom views the two. It doesn't help that Zdarsky acknowledged Lobdell's life-beating of Jason by Bruce at the very end of Cheer by having Bruce give Jason his old outfit back as a means of mending the fence between the two of them. That does complicate a lot of things in terms of how they are viewed by the fandom and helps to cause an even greater divide between the two.

Regardless, I want to emphasize the fact that Jason Todd is a part of the family of his own accord. Yes, he's quite snarky and deadpan in almost every encounter. However, Jason is absolutely a part of the family and has been for a while of his own will. There's a great moment in Detective Comics that emphasizes this. Jason cares about his family because it is his found family. Yes, they may be warry about him and use him as a punching back and/or heckle him. At the end of the day, we're debating the family dynamics of a fictional playboy billionaire vigilante whose kleptomania took the form of adopting troubled children and turning them into vigilante heroes. Jason Todd wants a family that will love and support him. This is a key definition of his character at its most basic. This was proven during the events of Cheer and is being reenforced by DC Comics every time they get the opportunity to do so.

Now, none of this is to say that I hate Judd Winick. I do not, I don't like the fact that in all of his writings of Jason, he just writes him as a dangerous psychopath, and Winick himself admits to seeing Jason as nothing much more than a psychopath. Yet Winick is the one who the majority of the fandom clings to as the one true good writer of Jason Todd because 'Jason was competent, dangerous, smart' Listen, friends, Jason is all of that and I will never deny it. However, what I love about Jason isn't that he's dangerously smart of that writers either write him as angsty angry Tumblr sexyman bait or that they write him as an infantile man child with a gun. There's a large contention of this fandom that has an obsession with Jason Todd being this vigilante gunman who is hot and sexy and while I definitely get the appeal. It is very creepy and downright disturbing that all of you hyperfixate on his use of guns and ability to be a murderer. It is creepy and I'm not necessarily here for it.

What I love about Jason Todd is that despite all of the pain, all of the heartache, all of the betrayal, and bullying, and death, and anguish. Jason Todd is one of the most loving and supportive characters in all of DC Comics. Jason has been through so much in his life, but he still chooses to love. He still chooses to see the bright side in people. Yes, he takes a utilitarian approach and chooses to kill certain villains, but at the end of the day he wants to see a better world, and he wants to be loved. It takes so much courage and so much heart to learn to love again after one has been abused or traumatized. I would not blame Jason at all if he said fuck it and just went full solo and vigilante evil. He has every right to, but he still chooses to be with the Bat Family of his own accord. That's something that I see a lot of in myself. I have been through a lot of trauma and yet I try to be a better person myself in any way that I can. It is extremely admirable of Jason to allow love back into his heart when he really doesn't need to. He kills and he protects because he has this love of society. It may have been shaped by anger and hatred, but Jason has found his place amongst people who love him and value him. I think Ducra, from Red Hood and the Outlaws put it best in the image given below.

To end this tangent, I love Jason Todd and all of his sexy dangerousness, but it's far more than that. As much as Jason may be dangerous and snarky, he loves his family without a shadow of a doubt. I look up to Jason Todd because despite all of his pain and all of his trauma, he still choses to love. Jason Todd is a character who is someone I love because despite all of his flaws and having a very toxic fandom, he still serves as a character filled with so much heart and so much passion. I wish more writers would understand that. But for now I will live with what I have. Even though the fandom may be vocal about it's hatred for his characterization, I choose to love Jason regardless because he is a character who chooses love and acceptance regardless of his pain. Jason Todd is by no means a good person in any sense of the word. He has easily killed upwards of 100 people by now. He is a character who is flawed and complex but ultimately is one who powers forwards and finds love and heart in a place from so much pain and anguish. That is what I love about Jason Todd. After all, to quote a famous undead robot superhero, "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Jason Todd chooses to love despite all of the trauma and pain and grief. Yes, he is hardened in his exterior, but inside there is a man with a lot of love to give and someone who deserves the world in my eyes.

#Long post GOD #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Bat Family #Batman #red hood and the outlaws #RHATO #RH:O #Batman Urban Legends #Red Hood Lost Days #TW Voltron #TW Death #tw murder #TW Klance #Gotta love how i am pouring my heart out onto jason AND calling out the Voltron fandom #Regardless love Jason Todd people

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Nightly Secrets / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU Request [Ivar x F!Reader]

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requested by: @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom ♡ “sex in the dark/night”

author’s note: thanks to this post, and the notes that follow, you’ll all be subjected to the written requests. smut below the cut.

synopsis: Being caught never meant less.

*Note: This takes place in the timeline before you and Ivar are “out” as a couple.

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Your flat was minutes away from the station, for better or worse. It typically lead to Hvitserk crashing there after a particularly grueling shift, or drinking troubles away after the same amount of crap. More than once he was already there when you got off, sometimes alone, raiding your fridge, telling you that you needed to grocery shop, and sometimes there was a certain brother in tow. A certain brother that you “hated”. The only thing you hated about Ivar was his inability to admit to wanting something more than a friends with benefits situation. It was late, like it had been for the past couple of hours and when your car rolled into it’s parking spot, to see Hvitserk’s in the adjacent one, Ivar’s mustang two spots over, you almost went back to the station. To a cot without the large tattooed furnace, one you would have to try to avoid throughout the timing they would be staying. Even if all you wanted was a god damn hug from him.

A case of beer was already gone, drowned and when you walked through the door Hvitserk spread he mouth into a wide smile, like a puppy who seemed to see the tearing of your shoe was not an issue. You flipped him off in response.

“Tough shift?” Ivar said before he could help himself.

“We got out asses kicked, and handed back to us in a blender,” You answered, grabbing a bottle of beer and the bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, good idea—shots,” Hvitserk said suddenly and you sucked the whiskey back against your uniform.

“No, this is mine.” You grumbled, sitting on the other side of the room.

“Fine,” He whined like a dog. “I have to take a leak anyways.” He announced, standing and off he went down the hall. You no sooner were through the living room, Ivar standing from his spot just to meet you in the limited time. Tongues down each other’s throats for too short of a second, encased in his arms as he barreled down against you tightly. 

“Missed you last night,” He whispered, sealing that with a kiss. 

“Missed you too,”

“Was it really a shit day?” He asked, thumb on your cheek as you both listened for the sounds of the toilet flushing. 

“Shit is an understatement,”

“We’ll fix it when Hvitserk falls asleep, yeah?” Ivar teased, lips back on yours, groan dancing from his through as you pulled against his shirt. The sounds from the bathroom became noticeable, and you bit down quickly on his bottom lip, separating suddenly and skirting back to the kitchen. 

*

“You’re both too drunk to drive,” You said, folding arms.

“Am not,” Hvitserk challenged back.

“You can have the couch or the bathtub, take a pick,” You said.

“Couch,” Hvitserk answered. “That leaves the bathtub for you, brother.”

“Or, an Uber,” He replied but he caught the way your eyes looked down, as if he just shattered your heart. “Or, the floor,” He added.

“I’ll leave the vanity light on in case you feel the overwhelming urge to puke,” You groaned, another flip of your middle finger and you set off back to your room. 

You kept the lights dim, television flickering on an even quieter volume, murder mystery playing as you went about winding down. Dressing in the loose clothes you’d rather wear, saving the undergarments in case Ivar decided to stay true to his promise. And even if he didn’t because he was already too drunk. You didn’t know which was better or worse.

Hvitserk was nearly comatose within minutes of his head hitting the couch, and Ivar watched for a steady half hour to make sure he was really as out as he looked. And then he was up, moving from his spot on the floor and slipping down the hallway to your room. You were on your stomach, thumbing through social media on your phone and you felt the bed dip, Ivar’s hands climb the backs of your thighs and settling over you.

“I can’t believe you’re still awake too,” You said to him, head turned slightly as you spoke. “With all that you drank.

“I’m not even drunk,” He hummed resting weight against you, pressing you into the mattress and you both sighed. “Ever time Hvitserk looked away I poured my whiskey in his glass.” Ivar said. You had to push your face into the pillow to catch your laughter.

“Turn the light off, Ivar, and come in here,” You whispered, feeling him move again, warmth leaving before darkness took over the room. The television switched off next, over head fan taking notice and buzzing through the room. Ivar went about closing you curtains and plugging in your phone as if it wasn’t a night out of the unordinary, and Hvitserk wasn’t passed out in your living room. You heard his jeans fall next, belt against the wood floor and then he was pulling his sweatshirt off and climbing next to you. “I want a hug,” You mumbled, crawling into his space as he settled with you among the duvet.

“You looked like I gutted you when I said I was going to get a ride home,” Ivar mumbled, hands curling around you as his face settled against your hair.

“Was it that obvious?” You asked back.

“Yeah, baby girl, it was—only to me though because I don’t even think Hvitserk knows his own name anymore,”

“I just don’t like the thought of you being here and I can’t even spend time with you like I’d like to. Fuck me, I sound like such a girl,” You whined, face against his bare chest and he only chuckled.

“I did kinda intend to fuck you, but you’ll have to be quiet.”

“I’ll have to be quiet? Ivar the whole complex can hear you when you come,” You teased, propping your head up against his chest. Through his eye roll, you took the liberty to crawl over him, straddling him against your bed and his hands latched to your hips immediately. “And, I’m not even wearing panties,” You smiled.

There was a flicker in his eyes that took your notice and he was pulling you then, filling the space between the two of you quickly as his mouth sought out yours. You felt the slip of his hands, sliding over the sleep shirt and into your hair, passing around and then back down as if he dared to leave no part of you untouched. For a brief second they stuck to your hips, rocking you against him ever so slowly and you only ground down on his pelvis in response. His cock hardening almost immediately as you let a soft moan slip between your mouths. Ivar’s hands finally stilled, spreading wide like a wingspan before latching around you, spinning both of your bodies until you were caged underneath him. Even with the room so dark, the light of the nightlight in the far outlet still danced over his cheek bones, catching with his eyes as his forehead stayed plastered against yours.

In a second he was moving, slipping back under the covers as he yanked your thighs to part for his own pleasure. The first flattening of his tongue through your folds was met with the slap of your hand over your mouth, Ivar’s snicker not too far behind before his voice was cut short by the wetness in your cunt. Tasting your juices on his lips as he slurped at you like a parched man, trying to hold your hips down but in your inability to be vocal you took that strain away with the wiggling of your lower half. You were moving too much for Ivar’s liking—how a client might fidget in the chair and it always peeved him, soured his mood and then Ivar was pulling back. Eye flicking up and set sternly as you looked back at him.

“Stop moving,” He grumbled, dipping his mouth back down over your clit, sucking slowly and you still couldn’t stay still. Ivar let out another low groan, peeling his mouth away, arousal around his lips, dripping to his chin as he bit down in the fleshy crevice of your thigh before climbing back up. You wanted to challenge him, a snarky reply right on your tongue but it was swallowed up by the gasp that rolled off instead, his fingers pushing into you as your head tipped back. Studying you, Ivar curled both digits, milking them against your walls as your breathing picked up, his free hand moving from your chest to wrap around your throat. Your mouth dropped open as he squeezed, womanhood squeezing him back and a breathless moan slipped from your mouth. He could hear how wet you were getting, soaking his hand the faster it moved and when he saw both of your hands hold his wrist to stay in place he knew you were about to tip. Through a final tightening of his grip you came around his fingers, back bending away from the mattress as your airways tightened, restricting any noise as Ivar only slowed his hand down to let you float back. As soon as his fingers left your throat his mouth was back over yours, climbing back over you and you wasted no time to grab at him, rolling his boxers down and his hand met yours at his middle. Pushing it away and grabbing his length to start pass your entrance. “Did you take your pill today?” He asks suddenly, his lips moved against yours as he speaks. Your answer doesn’t even get completely through your mouth before he starts sinking into you, spreading still quivering walls with his girth and he moans.

He moans and it’s no quieter than it ever had been before and when he rests completely swallowed up he stays still for a moment. Knowing that if he starts moving it’ll turn into a symphony of noises between the two of you and it’ll likely wake the passed out man down in the living room. Ivar’s forehead falls against yours and his lips still, savoring how you’re squeezing him and you can only giggle in response.

“You want to make noise, don’t you?” You whisper and from where he is you can feel him nod. 

“You feel too good,” He says in response and takes a languid roll of his hips to prove his point, pulling out barely and shoving back inside of you and you both gasp. Your nails digging along his back and the sear of the red streaks only turns him on more. Ivar’s hands take to the sheets again as he moves, timely pushing back into your with minimal force and even though there’s a worry in the air of being caught, he can’t rush. He needs to savor how you feel, and how you both feel connected and in the moment he does’t care if Hvitserk finds out. This matters too much to him to worry about his older brother’s pointless remarks and he wants to make you his so badly but he too scared you’ll deny him. And instead he shows you with his movements, his body against yours, making love although neither of you will admit to it. Finally his hands move, seeking out yours and it catches you by surprise when your fingers tangle too easily as he moves, his lips on yours and your end is rolling back to you again. 

There’s a movement in the sheets as one hand separates from yours, pushing your thigh up to flatten on the mattress and it sends him deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside of you and you’re done for. Pleasure takes to every pore and Ivar’s put his mouth over yours to swallow the sounds you make when you come for a second time, even as your lips stay motionless against his. Your walls tighten him like a vice as you shake in his grasp, his own end pulling from his shaft and coating you. And the moan he wants to let loose come out and a whispered groan, estranged noise as his body tenses; his back quivering as the muscles ripple and you’re pressed against the sheets even with no additional room to move. 

“Don’t move yet,” You whisper suddenly as the pleasure fills your eyes with a brief wave of tears and Ivar couldn’t move if his life depended on it. “I know we have to move but not—not yet,” 

“I’m not moving,” Ivar rasps against your skin, his nose bumping yours and trailing down your jaw. “I don’t give two fucks if Hvitserk sees us, that doesn’t matter to me anymore,” His voice comes against your ear, sealing that secret there with a kiss. And when he finally does pull away, Ivar only rolls off of you, landing back against the duvet and waisting no time to latch around you. 

“What about in the morning?” You peep softly, safely secured in his arms.

“That sounds like something we’ll have to worry about when it’s morning, baby,” Ivar’s voice comes from behind you, thickened with exhaustion and he’s finally feeling some evidence of sleep through his body. And you’re there with him to see him to it.

“You really don’t care, do you?” You ask and Ivar shakes his head against you.

“Not in the slightest. You’re mine, and nothing is going to change that,” Ivar says just as sleep claims him.

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Hiii Willow! I saw the new prompt list, and was wondering if I could suggest “Shut up and get over here, we’re doing physical affection.” With crosshair, and the rest of the batch? Have a lovely day :)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crosshair & Hunter & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Crosshair & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Mental Health Issues, aka Crosshair is not in a good place, Crosshair Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Summary:

Fuck, why’d this have to happen now? He should leave. Hunter had practically hinted at the start that he wasn’t expected to stay. Crosshair had thought he had been trying to be diplomatic, but with every one of Hunter’s aborted jerks towards Crosshair he was further convinced he hadn’t been wanted at all.

What did it matter, anyway, if the brother who’d abandoned him once already wanted him to stay that way?

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In which I ignore the finale and make up my own reality. Crosshair goes with them and here he figures some stuff out.

also available to read under the cut

Crosshair didn’t know if he hated planets like this one or loved them. They were relatively safe with so few people around, but that was part of the issue. They had let their guard down before, had gotten complacent because they were so damned tired and just wanted somewhere they could breathe.

Crosshair couldn’t breathe anymore.

He’d removed his chip on his own, after he’d gotten burned. Cooped up in the medical bay with memories leaking through and wrapping around his heart, he’d slipped out while the AZ droid was occupied and snuck into a small surgical bay.

He hadn’t felt it, before, but he could feel it now.

It’s grip on him lingered.

So, he participated in training but left when they had a holonight. Omega had been trailing him around any chance she got but he was rude and dismissive because she was just a child. His vode had made attempt after attempt, in their own ways, to reconnect, but Crosshair knew the truth.

He’d never be the brother he’d been before.

They’d been on this backwater for a month now, had established a routine and were settling into a new rhythm. Crosshair couldn’t avoid them much, what with their living space being the size it was, but they swapped watch every three hours at night and it was easy to let his watch slip into Tech’s, into Wrecker’s, right into the sunrise without reprieve.

They all knew that he did it, but none of them seemed able to bare to breach the subject, and that suited Crosshair just fine.

Last night he’d lasted until the rain stopped. The sun wasn’t up when he’d stood by Hunter’s pillow, the only thing he needed to do to wake him, but he’d stayed outside the marauder’s ramp, slowly sinking into the mud, for most of the night.

It genuinely hadn’t occurred to him that standing in the rain would get him sick (but maybe it had). Even if he was sick, he doubted they’d care anymore (he knew they would). He could care less what they thought, he’d stay quiet and die before he humiliated himself any further (he was desperate, so desperate, for their care).

Hunter scared the living hell out of him when his hand landed square on Crosshair’s shoulder.

“Woah, woah there Cross, sorry.” Hunter voice was soft, but Crosshair suspected it was because Omega was peeking around his shoulder to stare at Crosshair. Both their brows were furrowed in the same way. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“What do you want, Hunter?”

Hunter fixed him with a long, hard stare. Crosshair used to be able to meet Hunter’s eyes no problem. Now he lasted fourteen seconds before he had to fix it on the wall to the right.

“Watch a holo with us? Wrecker’s got first watch.”

“You should, Crosshair, you can’t be standing outside with a cold anyways,” Omega said, reaching her hand out as if she were going to hold Crosshair’s. He twitched back and stared at her.

Hunter put his arm around her and pulled her in close to his side. Crosshair got the message. No matter how much his brothers talked about believing he was safe now, that they wanted him back, he’d never be able to see passed their love for Omega. Omega, who’d sprung up in his place and who’d never be capable of the evils he’d done.

Unblemished. A sacred, innocent child.

Crosshair knew his place.

“Cross,” Hunter’s voice, still quiet and gentle (why the fuck was he still being gentle?) snapped his attention back. “Just c’mon. We won’t make you stay the whole time if you really can’t stand it, but we picked a good one.”

Tech had rigged a holo setup for them all years ago in the bunkroom. The best view had been from Crosshair’s bed, which had been Echo’s since he’d left, and was now full of blankets and pillows and scattered bowls of popcorn.

Echo was on the right end, propped up against the wall and only half awake. They had started to become more like brothers before Crosshair had left, but now with all the space Crosshair had thrown in between them and their shared history of being unwilling tools, Crosshair doubted Echo would want to be closer to him than was absolutely necessary, save himself from reliving his past, so he settled on the opposite of the bed. Omega flew in and practically dove headfirst into Echo’s side, giggling and wrapping herself up in one of his blankets.

Crosshair looked away, the pang in his chest resounding through every inch of his body. Maybe he was sicker than he thought.

“Alright, here we go,” Hunter said, sitting directly in the middle of the space between them all.

It was a fine movie. It held Crosshair’s attention well enough, but halfway through he started drifting, the sound of the movie mingling with the rain on the metal plating of the Marauder and lulling him just enough that he found himself listing sideways. He didn’t even realize he was going towards Hunter until his temple hit soft civvies and he jerked eyes he didn’t remember closing wide open and lurched back towards the bubble of his personal space.

The pang returned, aching, raw, and Crosshair started to think he had a fever.

It happened again and again, and each time Crosshair’s heart crept further and further up his throat until his shoulders were up near his ears and he knew even Omega could read the tension in his back and face clear as day.

Fuck, why’d this have to happen now? He should leave. Hunter had practically hinted at the start that he wasn’t expected to stay. Crosshair had thought he had been trying to be diplomatic, but with every one of Hunter’s aborted jerks towards Crosshair he was further convinced he hadn’t been wanted at all.

What did it matter, anyway, if the brother who’d abandoned him once already wanted him to stay that way?

“Crosshair!”

Chip or no chip, Crosshair was programmed to obey that tone of voice quicker than breathing.

Fortunately it was Hunter calling him and not a Kaminoan, because the less than regulation ‘hhhuh?’ he let slip would have gotten him at the least an extra stint in the labs.

“That’s enough. Get over here, we’re doing physical affection,” Hunter said, that same Sith damned gentleness only barely masked by his command and an underlying ripple Crosshair was loathe to admit was concern.

Crosshair hadn’t thought it’d be possible to be less comfortable sitting on a bed but the new tension seizing each and every inch of him proved him woefully incorrect.

“Shut up, Cross—”

“I didn’t even—”

“I said shut up and get over here,” Hunter said, leaning towards him and this time passing the invisible line that he’d been approaching all night.

His hand gripped Crosshair’s farthest shoulder and pulled him into his side, face squished into the civvies that still somehow smelt like plastoid and held him there. A blanket was being draped over him but Crosshair felt like he had after that damned operation. Something was lifted from him, dark and oppressive and it was so good it was gone but now he felt himself being carried downstream faster than he could take it all in.

Really, it wasn’t a surprise when the first tear fell. He supposed that was what had been building up in his chest, part of that pressure, for days now. But the grip on his shoulder tightening, the shushing and the hand that was suddenly cradling his head, unafraid of the rippling, ugly scars, that was nothing he had ever expected to have again.

Hunter just held him impossibly closer. Everything was blurring, but Omega had reached across Hunter and was gripping onto Crosshair’s hand. He found he was gripping back.

The blurring turned into the good, floaty hazy he so rarely achieved.

For the first time, Crosshair felt safe again.

When he woke up the next morning, not remembering the moment he’d lost the battle with sleep, Tech sandwiching him in against Hunter’s side. Omega was where she had been the night before, but Echo was sitting in a chair taken from their messhall, sipping caf and wearing the most ridiculous handmade sweater Crosshair had ever seen.

Wrecker wasn’t there.

“He kept watch all night.”

Echo wasn’t even looking up from the ‘pad in his lap.

“And yes, he was the one who made me this. Thought I looked too cold all the time for my own good.”

Crosshair snorted.

“I know, it’s ridiculous.”

Silence again. Echo’s eyes darted from the ‘pad but to his caff, not to Crosshair yet.

“They—we – really do want you here, Crosshair. No matter what.” He shifted a bit, sipped his caff before laughing. “I mean, look at me. I’m a screwed up reg you guys picked up without a second thought. You really think they’d give you up that easily?”

But they had, hadn’t they?

Echo finally met Crosshair’s eyes.

“Crosshair, Hunter beat himself up after losing you ever single day until we got you back. Still does. It wasn’t right but it’s what happened. You’re back with us now. You’re with us, so you can stop running, alright? Take it from someone who knows. Running gets you nowhere but alone.”

Echo’s eyes shone with tears but they didn’t fall; Crosshair’s rolled down his cheeks and pattered in a steady rhythm onto Hunter’s shoulder.

All he could do was look his brother in the eyes and nod.

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