#you gotta handle w it I’m afraid

[scekrex]

okay okay, hear me out

sub Adam x male reader w daddy kink

okay bye

Fucking love it, thanks for the request xoxo/p

Never wanna stop 'cause your taste is so divine

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex, sub!Adam, dom!Reader, praise kink, daddy kink, blood & pain

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam was a moaning mess underneath you, mentally falling apart as his brain chased the only thought it could come up with. Pleasure.

“That’s my good boy,” you breathed out as the first man pounded into you, his hips moving quickly, he was desperate for release, desperate to bury himself inside of you, desperate for you. Oh he wanted it, he wanted you, needed you, worshiped you. “Doing so fucking well,” you hummed as you met his thrusts halfway through, riding his dick like it was the air you breathed and the water you drank to keep yourself going. Adam cried out, your name on his lips as he begged for more. Your hand was in his hair in an instant as you corrected him harshly, “Daddy.” His eyes opened and he looked at you, a little bit of confusion reflected in his lust clouded orbs, it was cute how easily it was to catch him off guard during sex. “For you,” you gave his hair a firm tug, forcing another whine to leave his throat, “I’m daddy.”

The brunette's hips stuttered at that and his head fell back, landing softly on the backrest of the couch. “Yeah- fuck,” he took a deep breath - or at least he tried to, “Okay.” Your hips stopped moving and he alone wasn't able to cause enough friction to get him off, he knew that just as well as you did. “Okay what?” your voice was harsh, cold sounding even, as you demanded a proper answer from the man underneath you. Adam's head turned to the side as he avoided eye contact - shit that was embarrassing.

The hand in his hair moved to his chin faster than the first man was able to recognize, forcing the first man to ever be created to look you in the eyes as you were slowly grinding your ass against his hips. His beautiful golden eyes were hidden by eyelids, a needy moan fell from his lips at your movement and he tried to thrust up, to get you to move your hips like they had been before, oh fuck he needed you, he needed you so fucking badly. “Adam, fucking look at me when I talk to you,” you growled at him and you watched in delight as submissive eyes met yours. “Okay what?” you repeated your words, louder, more demanding this time and you felt the brunette shiver underneath you. His eyes seemed afraid to leave yours yet he wanted to break eye contact again, not fully able to handle the dominance that was coming from your side. “Okay daddy,” he mumbled quietly.

You lifted your hips up, then sank down on his dick, your body greedily swallowed his length. That motion you slowly repeated a couple of times until his nails broke the skin on your waist and you hissed in pain. Instead of letting you go, he only dug them deeper in, visibly trying to ground himself, to fight back against the submission. He wanted to grab you, throw you on your back and fuck your brains out. And yet what you were doing to him felt like the most amazing sex he ever had. “Couldn't hear ya, angel, you gotta speak up,” he pushed himself away from the couch’s backrest, his face was hidden as he pressed it against your neck as he mumbled yet again, “Okay daddy.” It seemed louder to you given the fact that his mouth was closer to your ear and his lips were brushing against your skin as he spoke, basically causing the words to vibrate through your body. “That’s not speaking up.” Adam tensed up a little, he wanted to be good for you, but being good came hand in hand with being fucking embarrassing and he hated that feeling. “But it's enough for now,” the brunette relaxed at your words and exhaled against your skin, kissing your neck softly to thank you in silence.

Your hands tried to peel his hands away from your waist, but there was no chance he planned on letting you go any time soon, his nails were sunken deep inside your skin, angelic blood covered his fingers and said fingers were sure to form bruises. But that was fine, if it was what kept him grounded it was fine. His wings fluttered in excitement as his tongue licked over your salty tasting skin, drinking you in completely. He loved the taste of you on his tongue. “Please,” he hummed against your neck as he met your slow thrusts with passion. His lips were constantly attached to your neck, surely Adam would leave more marks than just some wounds and bruises on your waist. Not that you minded, you thought it was cute. “Faster,” he added before you were able to ask him what he was begging for. “Daddy,” was the third word that left his lips, also without an extra request from you. And you weren't gonna deny his wish, especially because he had worded his needs so well for you.

You hummed in agreement, your throat vibrated against his lips and you felt the moan that escaped him more than you actually heard it as you picked up the pace a little - only a little though. If he wanted enough pleasure to push him over the edge, he'd have to properly beg for it, to submit to you fully and give his all to you. You adjusted your hips a little, a throaty groan fell from your lips as the tip of Adam's dick brushed over your prostate, you wanted more, needed more. Your own dick was painfully hard, precum was leaking from the tip and you were sure a simple touch could cause you to come undone right then and there. And yet you denied yourself the pleasure your body craved for just to make the first man wait a little longer, to make him beg for his needs.

Obviously Adam noticed your reaction, his lust clouded mind needed a moment to catch onto what had caused that pleasure to shoot through your body. But once he did he started to squirm underneath you, desperately asking you to quit being a bitch without using his words. He simply wanted to get off, wanted to come undone no matter if it was inside of you or onto your skin, but he needed release. “You want something?” you asked the first man innocently - or rather as innocent as possible because with Adam grinding against your sweet spot it wasn't exactly easy to keep yourself together. “Fuck you,” he spit out between huffs and groans, the brunette was moving your hips up and down, trying to get as much friction as possible. Yet it felt so much better when you moved your hips yourself. “Keep acting like a bitch and I won't get you off at all,” you warned him and slapped his side playfully, it was just a pat really, yet Adam's eyes shot open as your hand came down on his skin, a touch that wasn't soft for once. His teeth gazed against your skin and your hand was in his hand fast, grabbing a fistful of that soft brown hair of his as you pulled his face from your neck, he let out a displeased whine at that, “No biting.”

The golden eyes that locked with yours were begging, begging for more, for permission, for release. But you wanted him to voice those needs.

“But-” “No Adam, daddy said no fucking biting,” you interrupted him harshly and forced him to tilt his head backwards. Your lips were on his throat only moments later, covering the soft, perfect skin in kisses and hickeys. “Not- hah- fucking fair,” the brunette complained, you were allowed to mark him up but he wasn't allowed to leave marks on you? Unfair.

His hands finally moved from your hips and you hissed as he pulled the nails out of the still bleeding wounds there. Your hand decided to let go of the man underneath you and you forced yourself to pull away from the first man's throat to look at him in all his glory. Dear almighty Lord, Adam looked divine through and through.

Adam hadn't noticed the wounds on your hips before and he looked shocked as he saw the sticky, shiny, golden liquid covering his fingers. You carefully tilted his head by his chin, his eyes snapped to yours, finding nothing but reassurance. Something inside his eyes shifted and his voice was quiet as he spoke, “Daddy I-” Adam cut himself off.

Your hips stopped moving yet again and his hips desperately thrusted inside of you to get at least the slightest bit of friction. “Swallow your fucking pride and tell me what you need.” Adam swallowed hard at your words and you watched as his adams apple bobbed. His eyes flickered down between the both of you, his hand slowly came up to wrap around your dick but you caught his wrist. “Words, Adam.” His eyes locked with you, need was on display in his glorious golden orbs and his words were only a whisper, “I need you to tear me the fuck apart, daddy.” There was a short pause, he seemed to hesitate, but eventually he added a quiet, “Please, daddy.” You were only able to imagine how hard it must have been for him to submit to you like that. His ego was huge, too huge to allow him to submit easily, to simply give you control. No, you had to earn it. Every fucking time you two fucked. Did you mind that? Not at all.

Your lips crashed against his, moan after moan falling from both pairs of lips, the kiss swallowed them all eagerly. You picked up the pace yet again, rewarding Adam's submission with what he had asked for. Your hands slid over his shoulders to his back, you dug your nails in the perfect skin underneath them, leaving angry red scratches on his light skin. “Fuck,” the first man hissed against your lips, a sweet, balanced mix between pain and arousal coated his voice and you couldn't help but grin.

As the pain of your nails scratching his back violently shot through his body, his hand wrapped around your dick and he was sure that the sounds that action earned him were the most holy things he'd ever get to hear in all of existence. You arched your back as your body not only chased his dick, but also his hand. You felt stimulated through and through, in the best ways possible.

Your hands smoothly slid from Adam's back to his waist, over to his stomach and up his chest until your thumbs circled his nipples. The brunette gasped, leaning into the touch immediately as barely audible whimpers escaped him - you were convinced he didn't even notice the sounds he was making. The first man looked at you, his golden eyes reflected need, lust and desire and all of that just for you. His words were a messy pleading, “Lemme fuck you,” he took a breath, re-focused his eyes m, “Please, fucking please daddy, lemme fu-” “Okay.”

Adam's body twitched at your response and he was quick to shift positions, his wings wrapped around your body and he smoothly turned the both of you so that your back hit the couch - well actually you landed on his wings. The soft feathers tickled against your skin and they smelled like him, covered you in his scent and made you feel like a cozy, warm blanket had been wrapped around you. Adam's body was pressed flush against yours, his fingers brushed over the wounds on your waist, careful to not open them up again but firm enough to cause a little pain - the arousing sort of pain though. His hips pounded into you like it was the last thing keeping him alive, like he needed it to continue to exist. He whimpered your name as he jerked you off, your own pre cum he used as lube to make the movements more fluent and so that the friction would feel less rough. Your own hands reached for his neck, pulled him down by it as you lifted your upper body off his wings a little to lean your forehead against his, “You’re doing so well for me angel.” A whine louder than the noises he had been making before fell from his lips and you smiled at that. You always adored how cutely Adam reacted to praises - not only during sex but in general. The first man needed your affirmation like he needed his wings to fly. “Fuck-” the air was knocked out of your lungs as his dick hit your prostate yet again, “Fucking me so- shit- so well, so good.”

His lips almost touched yours as his eyes fell shut, his mind tried to not break, tried to stay intact. “You look absolutely divine, Adam,” you hummed as your wings spread and wrapped around the taller male on top of you, the tip of your feathers brushed against his cheek, underlining your words softly. His strokes grew faster, sloppier too and so did his thrusts - he was close. “Why don’t ya show daddy how much you need him, huh?” A quiet, hushed, “Fuck,” fell from Adam's lips and you had to smirk at that. “C’mon big guy,” you mumbled against his lips before you gave him a quick kiss, “Be a good boy for me.”

And that was that did for him. His body shook, vibrated, stuttered and you watched in sheer delight as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as the sticky white fluid covered your insides. Your hips gently rocked against his to fuck him through it, providing just the right amount of friction to get him through his orgasm. The first man's hand tightened around your erection, ripping a moan from your throat. It didn't take the taller man long to come down from his post orgasm high, not because the sex had been bad but because his mind was fogged up by the thought of providing the same pleasure to you. He wanted to watch you come undone so badly.

He wiggled a little in your grip, his hand let go of you and you watched as he spit into the palm of it before moving it back down and wrapping it around your length again. “Shit-” you hissed as pure pleasure clouded your eyes, Adam loved it when that happened. It mainly meant he was doing a good job. He quickened the pace, leaving you a moaning mess as you arched your back, Adam had to tilt his hips upwards a little in order to keep jerking you off. “You look so fucking gorgeous, daddy,” he hummed as his lips came down to catch yours into another kiss. Moan after moan spilled into the kiss as your ejaculate covered both of your bodies.

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[netherfeildren]

FEAR OF GOD : Chapter V : Love humiliates you

Series Masterlist ; Moodboard

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC

Summary: Consider the moment before you go forward. 

Content Warnings: HEAVY !! angst!; Joel is mean in this, like forreal; PTSD; gore

Rating: Explicit 18+

A/N:  Reminder that this does have a HEA, I would literally never write a story without one. I promise. The events of this chapter are what spawned this entire story. Enjoy. 

Art is Leda by Marc Burckhardt

Word Count: 3.1K

Read on AO3

CHAPTER V: Love humiliates you

I was always ashamed to take.

So I gave. It was not a virtue. It

was a disguise.

-Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4; 1944-1947

You reach for a glass as Ellie wrenches the back door open. The look on her face – set to kill. Another person needing something from Joel that he just isn’t capable of giving. Perhaps you’re wrong, to capitulate to his shortcomings, accept the things he can’t or refuses to part with. But in a world like this one, now, where merely staying alive is made so much more painful, so much more of a fight, you feel you have to give him this. If nothing else, understanding. It’s what you would want for yourself. And after everything that’s just happened, you know you won’t let her hurt him more than he already has been tonight. After you’d felt his fear, alive and sentient, brush up against you, overwhelm him. No matter what. You feel the resolve harden within you.

“Ellie.”

“I need to talk to him.”

“I don’t think now’s a good time. He–”

“Fuck that,” she spits. “You know he beat the shit out of Seth the other night? I don’t need him defending me. I can handle those types of things myself, and you can’t protect him from me forever.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do at all,” you say severely. “Joel doesn’t need me protecting him. And he’d hate hearing you say that. But tonight –”

She pauses to really look at you, takes in the scrapes on your face, the harried look in your eyes, “Did something happen? Are you okay?” 

“The kid they found – it was a play – they attacked us out there.”

“What? What are you talking about? Are you okay?”

“I can’t let you do this to him tonight.”

“I’m asking about you.”

“I’m fine. It was nothing.” A terrible lie. “But he– he needs some time…He –”

And then from the shadow of the stairs: “What’re you doin’?” Your heart stops. 

Ellie squares her shoulders, she looks a little maniacal, and you have the hysterical urge to laugh.“I came to–” 

“Not you–” he holds up a hand towards her. The look he levels at you, you feel afraid in that instant. On the precipice of something very bad. Very frightening. “Joel–” you whisper.

“What d’you think you’re doin’?” You’re not his little bird right now. His face is cast in an angry set he’s never turned towards you before. 

“I– I’m…” you feel out of breath, “I just–” You glance back and forth between the two of them. To Ellie for help – and you think you see the same fear for yourself in her own eyes, the realization that something is very wrong.

“What’re you tryin’ to do? You… you what? You think that what goes on between Ellie and myself’s your business as well? How many times do I gotta tell you that whatever goes on between us is not your concern? Whatever issues we have are family issues.” And you flinch as if he’d struck you a blow, fist closed, teeth bared. Nothing worse could’ve been said. You’re jarred into taking a step away from him, and you see his countenance shift, his gaze waver; fear flashing in those warm hazel eyes – now frigid – that you love so much. Perhaps fear of his own self. You clutch the back of the chair to keep upright.

This is the moment of no return for him. 

“Y– you think w– what… That just ‘cause we fuck on occasion–” the words like a razor he struggles to spit out. 

Birdie, I love you. Birdie, Birdie, my Birdie. 

Ellie’s voice, warning and sharp, “Joel–”

You watch him gather his resolution around himself, a wall barricading you from him – he goes in for the kill, “...that just ‘cause we fuck on occasion you’ve got some sort of right to come in here and stick your nose in matters that got nothin’ to do with you?” I was already here, you want to scream, I’ve been here all this time – but the words don’t come. 

He looks away as if the very sight of you burns him. His jaw clenched tight, fists curled into knots. 

“You need to leave,” he says flatly. 

And you nod a shaky jerk. A short breath of a laugh escapes, “Fuck on occasion…” you whisper, almost incredulous, hysterical. Or maybe questioning. Perhaps you should question all you’ve made this into in your head up until now. 

Birdie, I love you. Birdie, Birdie, my Birdie. 

You look away too, your eyes filled with tears you’d die before spilling in front of them. And you think that nothing has ever, ever hurt as much as this does right here. A sudden blinding flash of Beth in your mind’s eye, torn apart – decimated, a sea of blood as endless and dark as the night sky. A pain, sharp, piercing – as if a bolt of fire had shot straight through the soft of your belly. You wrap an arm around yourself. Nausea sits heavy on your tongue, you could vomit right now. 

“You’re right …” your brows hitch high, like you’re surprised to hear yourself say so. “I– I’m s–sorry.” It’s a cracked whisper. You wring your hands together painfully – as if you could break your own bones, distract yourself with a different kind of hurt. You remember they’d ripped her arms from her body first – her screams so guttural. The worst sound you’d ever heard. Too much, too much had happened tonight. Flesh tearing from flesh. And then the rest of her, bit by bit as you watched helpless and useless from above. Tucked away quietly in the tree branches. Her hair, her skin, her bones. Your sister. It replays in your mind like some sick, horrifying montage you’ll never be able to forget.

The moment of no return has passed. 

Silently, you make your way upstairs, still bare and dripping him beneath his shirt. Everything is so quiet, and if the end of the world had taught you anything, it was that calamity is never as loud as you assume it will be. You’d always known not to push. Not to pry. To let him be, and exist around him as he saw fit. As he needed you to. And you understood, you understood that it really was what he desperately needed, that he was sensitive, easily hurt, easily scared, despite what he wanted the world to think. That some people needed time and patience to come to terms with their own feelings – how he felt safest.  And you were good at pretending you were okay with all that. You could tell yourself you didn’t need anything but what he could give you. For a time. But you’d forgotten, just then – seeing Ellie barge in on a warpath, with only Joel’s hurt in mind, the terror and the violence of the night, and his desperate confession ringing in your ears – you’d forgotten. There’d been nothing in you but a savage need to protect him as he’d protected you earlier. To step between the two of them and shield him from her wrath with your physical body if need be. He’d told you he loved you, and you knew it’d break him after everything else tonight. 

You find your jeans blindly. Pulling them on and exchanging his shirt for yours, folding it carefully over the end of the messy bed, still damp from your fucking. A site of catastrophe.

There’s a rushing sound running through your brain. In your quiet, harried haste you forget your bra and underwear, hook your fingers into the backs of your shoes. Down the stairs – quiet, quiet. 

And then you’re out. Gone. The way he wanted you. You can’t even look back into the kitchen before fleeing. You feel like a thief. Like you’ve stolen something integral to him with his confession. There is a sweet twisted sort of vindication in the feeling for throughout this painful, desperate, unavoidable thing between the two of you, you’d sometimes wondered if you were never anything more than an easy, desirable, nuisance to him. Yes, he wanted you. To fuck. To find comfort, softness in you. Love? Sometimes, you thought, perhaps. Now, you knew.

The ground is frigid and hard and you left your socks and your jacket behind, and you can feel him leaking out coldly into the rough seam of your jeans. The tears finally fall. 

How could he expect you to turn away from the one thing you’ve wanted from him more than anything else? And now that you have it, it is a devastating victory for how alone it makes you feel. 

-

Joel listens to your quick, quiet shuffling as you gather your things upstairs. 

You're right. I’m sorry. Nothing you could have said in that moment, cursing him, spitting on him, railing against him, telling him he’s the lowest piece of shit to ever exist, could have made him feel smaller than your quiet acquiescence had. Nothing he could have said could have been worse either. Much less than what he deserves. 

His skin flushes hot and cold, vacillating between numbness and panic, and already, he feels a desperate need to go after you. To not let you out of his sight. To run upstairs and get on his knees, beg you to forget the past five minutes. Hell, the past half hour, when he’d pushed so coldly away from you upstairs. To forget how fucking stupid and wrong and broken he is. To beg you to read everything he can’t say in his eyes and touch. To tell him how to go forward. To believe him, to believe him when he says he loves you, but doesn’t know how to not be scared anymore.

That he’d reduced you to an occasional fuck, as if the past few months, intertwined with you, hadn’t saved his life – his heart – in a way he didn’t know needed saving. 

There’d been times where he’d look at an infected, right before killing it, and felt an understanding so poignant.

That is what I have become.  

That is what I have become. 

That is what I have become.

He is brought low by the devastation of his own brutality. 

He never needed to have been bitten to lose himself. 

He looks at Ellie – her gaze averted from him, like she can’t even look at him right now – how much she’s grown since the first moment he set eyes on her.

 Look back at me, Ellie. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any of it. Come back to me, Birdie. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any of it. 

He thought he’d grown as much, as well. He hears the soft patter of your feet down the stairs. You hadn’t even taken a moment to put your shoes on, and he takes a step forward as if to follow you. “Birdie– “ he whispers. You need your shoes, it’s cold out, and you need your shoes. It’s what he wants desperately, to go after you, but this fucking fear that makes him so goddamn weak and destructive. He hates himself for it. The sound of the clickers echoes in his mind, the dark taking you away from him, unable to find you as he was caught off guard by your attackers; the violence and depravity of their words as they taunted him with what they’d do to you if he failed. It feels like there are a thousand screaming voices shrieking directly into his ears as he watches you walk out his front door. It snicks shut, whisper silent. 

“You know, I came over here wanting to yell at you,” Ellie starts, “To hurt you,” pauses, considers him, her head falling sideways on her neck, looking at him as if she’s only seeing him, really seeing him now, for the first time.

The screaming stops. There is only an impossible silence now. She was so little all those years ago. He wants to smile at the memory of that goofy kid, as wrong as the moment is. 

He thinks he might cry, and the thought startles him. 

“To say something to really hurt you.” She worries her ring and middle finger in her other hand – fidgeting; finally she releases him from that terrible knowing look in her eyes, deflates as if all the fight she’d stormed in with is suddenly gone. “She saw exactly what I was here for…” The soft space behind his knees burns and itches. He thinks he might be having a panic attack, his chest caving in on itself. What the fuck is going on in your head right now, Joel? 

“I had Seth under control, the other night.”

“Yeah, I know.” She goes quiet again, and he can see in her eyes that this is not what she came here for. He is so tired of fighting. How many decades has this interminable battle been raging on around him, within him?

Finally she voices the truth of what she’s here for, the only truth left between them: “I was supposed to die in that hospital… My life would’ve fucking mattered… But you took that from me.” His thoughts are a barrage inside his mind – flipping from the attack earlier, you in his bed beneath him. Birdie, I love you. The hospital. Ellie, Sarah, Ellie, Sarah, you. Every decision made that’s led him here, to this moment.

There is something eternally complex about her words. Had he not intervened, had he not saved her in the hospital that day, yes, yes, she would have died, perhaps the world would have been saved. He remembers Kathleen, all those years ago, children die all the time, and didn’t he fucking know that. His own child was dead. He understood that better than anyone. Is one life worth everything? But he’d decided that day that Ellie would not be one of those children stolen by fate. No matter what he had to do or sacrifice, even of himself, she would not be taken. And so she wasn’t. Yes, he’d lost her in all other ways, but at least she was still alive to hate him. It was all that mattered when it came down to it. Did her life matter more or less now after the fact? The grace of her immunity would always exist. No matter what he did. Was it a miracle, a gift from God, or a burden too terrible to bear? In many ways, he’d turned himself into that great burden; for her, for himself, for the people he’d killed and those that waited for someone who’d never again return to them because of his actions. He’d fucked with fate that day. He’d brutalized and murdered so many people; this was fact. No amount of apology or forgiveness could ever erase that. So yes, he’d taken from her, taken the insurmountable weight of guilt from the small shoulders of a child who should have never carried that burden to begin with. Taken a misplaced sense of guilt at having survived when so many others hadn’t. Given her time to grow, to have a life. Nothing could ever make him regret that. No matter what. If nothing else was true, it was that Ellie going on, Ellie living, would always be the most important thing to him. 

“If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment…I’d do it all over again.” There is no regret in his heart about that. 

“That was the one thing, Joel” and she says it with such urgency, it makes his stomach clench tight. She brings her fist violently into her flat, waiting palm, clutches her hands together as if she’s grasping onto all the frustration and resentment she holds against him. As if she could just make him understand, like he’s too dense to do so. But he understands. He always has. “That was the one thing that could’ve made my life matter…”

“Your life matters, kiddo. It always did. It’s always mattered to me.”

She’s quiet then. As if the thought is something too big for her mind and heart to grasp. “Yeah…I just…I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for that…” and then, hesitantly, “But I would like to try…”

His voice hoarse: “I’d like that.”. 

She looks towards the door you just quietly left through. 

“I want to let go of this fucking anger.” And he thinks: I want that too, to the point of desperation. “To just forget it. You don’t deserve it anymore… I don’t think– and after all this…” she waves her arm dejectedly at the room. “Besides… nothing I could ever say to you, could ever hurt you as much as you hurt yourself.” A devastating blow for the truth it holds. 

“I– I ain’t hurtin’ myself,” every word sits tight and reluctant in his throat. “And she’ll get over that,” he points pathetically towards the door, he doesn’t even believe his own words. “She knows well enough what we are and what we aren’t.”

“I know she does,” Ellie says sadly. “It’s you who doesn’t,” she presses, “You who’s blind.” She shakes her head a little, softly, from side to side – retreats, as if she’s considering what to say next. Or how much of his own truth she should share with him. The sad pity in her eyes – it terrifies him. 

“You’re in love with her.”

He wishes the screeching in his head would come back now because he does, he does know. He can’t deny it. Not that. Not to Ellie. Probably not to anyone. It would be too great a lie to tell, even for him. After all, he’s already confessed it to the person who matters most. What would be the point of refuting it? Panic rises again, thick and cloying in his throat. 

Her eyes move back to the door, she clicks her tongue. 

“That might just be the worst thing you’ve ever done,” she tells him softly, and she wants to cry for him. For her protector. Her friend. Her betrayer. She wants to cry for all he won’t let himself have. 

The sins of his past hang with startling clarity between them in that indelible moment. He looks around the room as if he can see them plainly, and he is frightened. 

She laughs a little. Sadly. Quiet. It breaks his heart. 

“Maybe you’ve just lost her for good.” He shakes his head immediately, instinctively, eyes still swinging around the room – watching a blur of past mistakes he’d give anything to erase play out. “See you around, Joel.” 

He is, once again, made monstrous in that instant. 

The door slams behind her, and then they’re both gone.

The moment is lost forever.

Chapter VI

Netherfeildren Masterlist

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MK liveblog thoughts, The Tomb

I wanna know what the other gods on the wall were imprisoned for

Another banger logo theme

THE BEETLE CLIMBING AT THE START N ITS A LAYLA SCENE SCARLET SCARAB MOMENT AHHGGGH

This was the first ep I watched when it came out initially bc I joined a lil after ep 3 n it still slaps

Layla handles this opening so well n it’s so claustrophobic but so well shot n acted n staged

It’s dark but still ur able to see n the way the camera stays w her n peeks out n all that AFGHHHB

“Looks like he’s dead” nah he’s just snoozing

HER COLOR HEING RED THE FLARE THE FLARE ITS SO LRETTY SHES SO AMAZING THE WAY HER FACE LOOKS IN THIS SCENE IS SO CRISP N A LITTLE TANNED THIS IS HER EPPPPPPP

Layla my love my love ur so badass

—Steven, watching her right after

Layla has a skilled desperation to her combat it’s v interesting

This ep is one of the prettiest I think w the sun lighting n just the colors in diff scenes idk

Also it’s Laylas second prettiest ep

“Our deal didn’t have you getting Layla and us killed that’s not gonna fly w me” Marc haha just wait no it’ll be funny I promise

“Well… handt he distappered from ur life already” UR SO FUNNY

Steven ily

“Yeaowrite”

The desert sky clouDSS

MK like: chuck mr isaac back in that desert again

LAYLA LOOKS SO PRETTY THIS EPISODE OK LIKE SGE DOES ITS RIDICULOUS

Steven shining the light in his face lol

“Innit” “plonker” category five British event two dead in one body

“Oh whatevah 🙄 “

“You in love? Huh you in love with my wife?”

The blood spatter n the nose hook ohhhh this ep is so eerie creepy

The lighting in front of the tomb makes both of them glow

Layla having Steven smell like Marc is such a like…. Weird but also sad moment of like… having to separate the two n her having a hard time n then Steven makes it v obvious by telling her ab Khonshu

BEING HINESTY BEING HONESTY IM HONNA YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

KISSING SMOICHING KISSING N SMOOCHING YEAHHHH BABY YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAHHHHH YEAH YEAH KISS HER KISS KISS KISS SMOOCH KISS SMOOCH LAYLA UR SO PRETTY STEVEN ILY THE MUSIC IS SO NICE

“What’s belay?”

Laylas laugh is so cute

GET HIT EAT SHIT

“R u okay?? 😟” “yeah I’m aces”

THIS IS SUCH A STEVENLAYLA EP IT MAKES ME WANNA SHOOT MYSELF INTO SPACE

“Id be frilled, id shit maself but id be frilled”

The tongue clicking…

When u drop trauma n ur like haha no biggie “yeah dads dying happen haha nah it’s fine I’m good lol” n then Steven is so SWEET

Also the score

Again

“Not such a bad way to go, is it? Let’s fine out ;-)” “yeah… let’s find out” you sure do Steven

“It’s a maze” “it’s a maze ing”

Steven’s 3D layout skills r so much better than mine

Tho also I still dk how the maze scene works how is the eye of horus connected what part r they standing in

The only part that rlly bothers me ab this ep

The blue ish green lighting here is so good n Layla looks so like: that’s my guy :-)

“The tounggggggue”

“Oh my god. Oh god. Is that fresh blood? And those little meaty bits?” He sounds so cute but also so grossed out

Meaty trail w meaty bite hehOO

Laylas like “baby c’mon we gotta keep moving I get ur uncomfy but u gotta work w me”

Grossness Overwhelmed by Special Interest. Category 5 autism moment someone dead in a couple scenes but not yet

The heka priest is so fucking GROOOOOOOSSSS N CREEEPYYYYYY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

If I had a nickel for shows I loved that involved on screen mummification id have two etc etc (shout out to miss fisher)

I hate the gloop sounds

Layla again is never not afraid I can see she’s scared but she always keeps moving n it keeps u on the edge of ur seat bc u feel like you’d b the same

“I squished it… I squished it” ILY STEVENNNNN

Ppl talk ab ppl looking good when they’re disheveled n sweaty n layla el faouly deserves to b in that this woman is perspiring n her hair is messy n she has never looked better

This ep is

So fucking

SCARY

The hand coming out of the dark the crumbling rock knowing there’s stuff in the crevices like spiders

Layla using the red flares as weapons, red being her color, scarlet

HER SCREAM AFTER FIGHTING THE HEKA PRIEST MAY CALAMAWY THE ACTRESS YOU AAAARE AGGHGGGHEIEJJRJDJDKKDJFNBFHDIDIDJHDJDJDJNDBDHDJKDJEIURJR

Fear of being chased by a zombie thing and for ur crush outdone by autism, one zombie dead, feelings injured.

Marc’s voice is so soft when he talks ab the like “so you kissed her” thing

Steven’s autistic joy in this scene I know I’ve talked ab it already but finding Alexander’s tomb is just

I LOVE HIM

Layla already being emotionally high strung from the fight n harrow just reeling her in

N the way Layla just looks tired n angry n pale n washed out n just… baby I wanna hug you

HAHA NVM STEVEN IS EXCITED AGAIN IM :-)

Steven lip bite moment that man likes to bite skin (in a stim way)

“Oh so sorry, sorry mr great” *throat grossed out sounds*

I love him

“Ah ew >:-(“

Laylas eye bags my beloved

The way she realized harrow is rlly getting to her as he describes the scarf n her face breaks n she tries to hide it GodDD

N then there’s the hint of tears n snot n just just just just JUST

N then she breaks when she turns the corner like going to ur room to cry

“Layla! Look! We won! HahAA!! And the ushabti goes to.. us :-)”

“Youarright luv :-(?”

The confrontation n Marc like like

He’s forced to b vulnerable in front of her n his breath shakess n it’s almost like he’s accepting that he was there all over again

He looks so broken dude FUCK

FUCK

Man y’all rmr the week everyone was like “Jake killed her dad” I hated that

Layla baby baby I’m so sorry

“But I didn’t die that night and… I should’ve”

“Oh my god… that’s the reason that we met” MAY CALAMAWY THE ACTRESS Y—

“I’ll hold them off,” famous last words lol

“COME ON” he pushes the anger out n then when he confronts harrow again there’s that bit of fear again n the axe lowers n he’s still feeling the trial

The lighting is lovely here too truly this ep is amazing w that

The GOLDEN VIBES

THE SPEED OF THE SHOT THE IMMEDIATE SILENCE THE CUT TO LAYLAS FACE IM EATING WOOD IM IM IM IM

AND THE SHOT OF THEM FALLING IM IM IM IM

THE SINKING INTO THE WATER INTO SINKING INTO THE VOID W THE MUSIC THIS SCENE MAKES ME FUCKINH UNHINGED OK IT IT LIKE IT OK UM IT LIKE AHHHGGGGHHHGGHHHGGHH N THN HE FALLS INOT LIGHT INTO THE MOON INTO THE FLASHLIGHT INTO TOMB BUSTER

The way the fucking BLACK GUTTERS CHANGE TO BOX TV SIZZE

AFGHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYFFGHH

N then it pulls back n the old gutters push back in n it’s it’s ahhhh

N then we’re Marc’s pov w the camera being pushed away from the TV n turned around n pushed past the patients n the guy pushing the cart w the cupcakes is Bec n n then we stop by the window n see we’re Marc as he turns to it

MaNNNN

The red scarab on Laylas bandage n we won to I won w how he views her moving away from him

THE WAY HE CALLS FOR STEVEN IMMEDIATELY IM NEVER GONNA B OK IM NOT IM NOT IM NOT AHHGGGGJJJHGGH

The musiCCCCX AFGHHHGHH THE BREATHING

The asmr is nice tho the soft talking n the closeness of the voices

Love the tomb buster cover

Dr harrow I hate you

But also I do like listening to u talk

Love all the details in the office n how it’s the place they were barricaded in w the jackal

Shout out to that fly

THE WAY MARCS WORLD CLEARS N HE CAN FOCUS WHEN HES REMINDED OF STEVEN WHEN PPL U CARE AB GROUND YOU N LET YOU KEEP HOLD OF YOURSELF AGGGHHHVHHHHHHHHJ

The score does an amazing job of building in the background

God this scene is hard to watch in a well done way but god watching Marc crawl to the door is

Yeah

Marc is still scared of harrow n he is what his brain latched into for being not believed and being gaslit bc that’s who he was irl

The way the lights swing bc they’re on a boat YESSS

I always think of Steven’s sarcophagus as blue but then it’s white

“Steven?” “Marc?” “Steven!” Marc!”

THE HUGGFFFFFFF TEAHHHH YEHA YEAH YEAHBEHSJSJKEN YEAH WAHOOOOOO TEAH WYEGHAHOK

Marc Spector I love you I love you

LET HIM OUT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS LET HIM OUT OF THE BOX LET HIM OUT HES THERE LET HIM OUT

Steven’s lil point YEAH HES THERE LET HIM OUT LET HIM TF OUT

hi ;-)

AHHGGGHJJJUYYIOUGFG

Man

MAN

I love them I love them I love them

I love that the ending credits always have a setting shot n it changes w each ep from London to Cairo to London and Cairo reflected ahhhh n it’s water at the start of this one

My dad pointed out the shot in the credits of dunes that resemble Khonshu’s head n I hadn’t noticed that before that fucks

#the fruit is talking again #MK liveblog

[aajjks]

wait!! answer this one!!!

lol his pj’s 🤭: https://x.com/daily_jkupdate/status/1420996905673248771?s=46&t=qkH22qnFdLiOeSO_s7IF2Q

BC!JK

there you are in his big white shirt that stops mid thigh and his pajama pants that you had to roll up so it wouldn’t look like a onesie with footies. you feel so small in his large clothing and don’t forget those spectacles of yours.

your fresh curly hair is put up in a lazy bun, your face is free of your runny mascara and make up and the only “makeup” you have are the constellation of freckles adorned across your cheeks.

to put it in simpler terms (before i sound like a simp) you look really cute and instead of staying in your room and crying all night, you decide to mingle with jungkook for a little before heading to bed. it wouldn’t be right for you to just ignore his presence entirely. after all, he’s the reason you have a place to stay.

“jungkook?” your soft voice calls for him and there he is with a smile on his face wearing his own pajamas while cooking. this feels awfully domestic and when you check the clock, it reads 2 in the morning yet here is jungkook whipping up what seems to be beef.

“isn’t it a bit late to be cooking?” you ask as you stalk closer to jungkook until you’re right next to him smelling the yummy food and his sweet vanilla scent that you can’t help but notice.

you’re then given instructions for find a movie to watch while he goes to get bam and the moment he mentions his dog, you heart stops.

“d-does it have to be now?” you ask with a hint of fear. you just left your room and now you’re ready to retreat back inside because you are NOT, repeat, are NOT a fan of dogs. especially big ones.

“can’t you get him after i get my food? jungkook, i’m really afraid of dogs” you complain as you slowly begin taking steps back to your room. “you know what? i gotta call danielle anyways, i’ll be back” or what you really mean is: I’M SCARED AS SHIT AND I’M NOT STICKING AROUND TO FIND OUT!!

He’s taken aback, he didn’t realize that your fear of dogs is severe and he’s a little confused, “w-wait don’t go… I’ll just check up on him myself and… yn at least eat something before you go to sleep I don’t want you to go to sleep on an empty stomach.” he doesn’t want you to go back to your room just yet.

And he knows that you want to call Danielle and you can talk to her all night he doesn’t really care about that, but how is he going to… handle your situation with bam? “Yn… I’m sorry if I scared you but.. he’s just a sweet dog.” He can’t help but tsk.. but then he just thinks himself that it’s gonna take you some time to get used to his lifestyle and he’s willing to be patient.

Bam will have to wait a little before he gets to meet you.

“and he’s probably sleeping right now because my baby sleeps a lot so… you can sit here and watch a movie with me when we eat together.” Yeah, the beef is done.

So Jungkook just sucks it up and he’s preparing to serve you the beef. And he just wants to make you feel comfortable, but it’s gonna be a hard task.

Because he’s realizing thatyou both are really different people, and he loves your sensitive nature. You’re just like a baby that needs protection 24/7 and he loves that about you, but..

You’re really jumpy.

Jungkook puts the part of beef on the table right in front of his large plasma TV, and he sits on the couch, “come on yn! Let’s have a movie night together!”

#ask: bc!jk #oooh the see through pj 👀

[acefaun]

KAAAARNOOOOOO!

KARNO! It's an emergency!

FAUN KILLED LEO!

Gotta do something. Fix this injustice!

owo

Karno: W- What? Are you sure you're not over exaggerating? I saw Leo just this morning… Though… I suppose there is photo evidence. A crime like this is usually under the jurisdiction of the Department of Punishments and they haven't acted yet… I suppose we'll take matters into our own hands. Don't worry, I'll be sure to handle this. Please, don't be afraid to come to me in the future if the Department of Punishments is neglecting their work.

I'm literally SO peeved with you, owo-anon!! You didn't have to tell him anything!! You- You piece of POO!! You HUGE piece of poo!

I was upset with you last night, but I'm really upset with you today, TRAITOR!!

I've been crying in the emergency room ALL MORNING BECAUSE OF YOU!!! It’s way too ironic for you to snitch to Karno literally the night before I end up in an ER needing a small operation. TOO IRONIC, I TELL YOU. I have no one else to blame but you, snitch.

You thought it'd be nice to tell Karno that I did something horrible like that to his boyfriend! ALL AFTER I TOLD YOU SPECIFICALLY NOT TO TELL HIM!!!!!

So guess what, I ended up getting punished for it. I'm not going to go into graphic detail about my injury, BUT NOW I CANT USE MY THUMB BECAUSE YOU TOLD KARNO I MURDERED HIS BOO!!! I can't play Genshin or do things that require a thumb(which is mostly everything humans do) because of you! 💀 It's all wrapped up and numb.

I'll make you trip down stairs and impale YOUR finger with a shard of wood next time and see if you're not crying in the emergency room for getting on a God's bad side!

💀💀I didn't want to incur his divine wrath! I told you not to tell him! Why would you do this to me?? This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't opened up your mouth. You little SNITCH. I didn't expect Karno to actually punish me, but this sucks and it HURTS. I hope he feels guilty!!

I'm not gonna forgive you, owo-anon! Snitches get stitches, don't forget!!! ...even tho I was almost the one in stitches... KARMA'S GONNA GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!

You might've had Karno on your side to avenge Leon's murder. BUT DUI WILL AVENGE ME!!!!!!

Also… to not put it bluntly…. but… I… can’t do much with my hand like this. It looks like I have a jumbo marshmallow stuck on the end of my finger. 💀 so I’ll be providing the bare minimum of content for at least the next 1-2 weeks. No more fanart until my thumb can move. 🥺 That’s what happens when y’all get me punished by the gods like this. I told y'all not to open y'all mouths. If I’m being punished, you’re being punished too! I hope Dui avenges me. 😤

#star crossed myth #scm karno #star crossed myth fanart #scm fanart #my asks #my art #digital art #voltage fanart #voltage inc

[twinstarlovers]

Oh I ain’t worried about the how or when 😭 I just hope it ain’t soon. I hope the universe don’t do that shit in my 20’s.

I wouldn’t be surprised if they had a brand new soul. My old sister has a new soul I believe. I think new souls has a purity to them that basically you can build them from scratch. It’s a sad sight to see actually.

But anyways this is why I think about different possible scenarios & how I’d/we’d handle it cus as they said their upbringing is crucial like it really is. I’m trying to prevent them from being abused & stuff like when I say I don’t want them going to school & stuff but I understand I can’t prevent them pain or anything bad happening like to the point where I’m over protective & stuff. Honestly… no electronics at a young age NEVER. It’s common sense. They can have a phone or whatever when they need it as in like when I need to know if they are safe. I don’t wanna put too much restrictions on electronics tho like not letting them watch tv at all because this is the generation they/we live in so you gotta balance it out.

I’m already vegetarian so we don’t have to worry much about the food part. Ugh… they’d probably be empaths like us. I feel like parenting will come natural to us but I think I’m a lot of paranoid & cautious because I don’t want to fuck up AT ALL but Ik I’m going to like everyone else somehow but I won’t literally fuck up like everyone else.

Even the choice of words you use, they will absorb them. I feel like I’d forget some things so like I be trying to study now so I don’t forget. Like choice of words, giving them options with different things, stuff like that. I feel like in the moment I’d forget. Choice of words will be a bit difficult because an example would be if I use the world “will” instead of “can”. I won’t because that’s common sense but like that’s just an example. I’ll be thinking it’s so small & irrelevant to even remember in the moment.

😒 my sober ass for 9 months. Already not liking them already. IM KIDDING. You gonna make me feel high so I suppose it doesn’t matter. We gonna travel w Goresi & Mamosi. We gotta figure out when I’m pregnant where we truly wanna live tho because children need a stable home. Italy? Lol Italy is very peaceful & beautiful. They gonna meditate at a young age as well. I think I would want them to be w my family too much or I will tell my family to not force my babies to anything. Don’t tell them god is up in the sky or make them pray w you & shit because oh they will.

I wouldn’t be afraid either that our kids hiding things from us because we are intuitive & they are brand new souls & would be terrible at lying anyways 💀. I have a cousin tho who already lies to her parents at a young age because she’s afraid of her dads reaction like she hides her papers w bad grades & stuff & her dad tells her crying is weak & it makes me so sad like I don’t want that for our kids at all. I took matters into my own hands to talk to my aunt about this cus my cousin told me like it was nothing & I was like I-. I hope she listened to my advice tho tbh. But anyways we should adopt some kids. I’m finna look ugly pregnant 😭. My face is gonna get swollen LIKE NOOOOOOOOOO. I honestly don’t wanna give birth whatsoever. I want to experience pregnancy & stuff but not birth. I’m more afraid of afterwards tho like if I tear & it hurts to use the bathroom & shit cus my ass finna start crying fr. It’s like having a cut & putting alcohol on it. I CANT. I can literally feel the pain. Then the emotions. Then my body being weird. Breast feeding! Bro. I can’t. If anything I prefer to have a c section. I rather have a scar on my stomach than having to experience the whole pus pain. I have extremely low pain tolerance as well so I can literally die from pain but would the universe even do that?

This >>>>>>

But awwwww we gonna have a lil baby Lamo 🥹🧸💗🍼🤱🏻💕👨🏻‍🍼.

I have a feeling we are gonna have a boy because I think it will benefit us both in some way. I think we both have issues w men so it’s like a boy makes more sense for the universe to send us & it pisses me off cus I don’t want a boy 🙄. They can pick out their own clothes, wear dresses if they want, play w Barbie’s cus tf. I wouldn’t instantly pick out toy cars & stuff tbh. I would get toy cars AND Barbie’s. Oh right I read once that it’s good to buy babies fake babies. It teaches them to take care of a human & stuff & to be more gentle w them so I think it will for sure be good to get them fake babies.

I ain’t bilingual but I think you are so YOU teach them 😭. We are gonna be great parents IDCCCCCC. I feel like we would connect w them a lot more tho since we are in touch w our inner child which is great. I feel like we are gonna be a lil sensitive family lmfao. Baby parents w a baby 👨‍👩‍👦💗🍼

I said soooooo much. Sorry sorry. Bye bye Mamo 👋🏼🥺. Quack quack 🐥😘💗. Love you forever 💓💗💞🫂

[taro-im]

When he’s sick and he clings to you

starring: Bokuto, Sakusa, Suna, Kenma, Sugawara, and Iwaizumi

ages 15+ this is not smut but there’s some touching

Bokuto: “y/nnnnnn you know I love you?” He said with tears in his eyes either from the fever or him being emotional “Koutarou you’ve said that 10 times already I know you love me”you said trying to get out of his tight hug but he still wouldn’t budge “a-are you m-mad at me???” he said afraid that you “raised” your voice at him “baby no I’m not mad at you” you said tired “com on I gotta get a new cooling pad for you” you said trying to standup only for the both of you to fall down on the floor “Koutarou!!! go back to bed!!!” you said only for him to hug you tightly from behind “y/n you know I love you, I love you a lot, like alot alot” he said smothering kisses all over your neck “Bokuto Koutarou I love you to but your fever is getting worser and if you want to get better you’ll have to let go of me” you said giving him a kiss on the forehead running for dear life so you could get what he needs, yeah a Bokuto with a fever is hard to handle

Sakusa: “Kiyoomi shit, you scared me!” You said eyes wide open scared at the 6’3 man with a pink blanket wrapped around him looking at you with a sharp piercing gaze “where did you go?” He muttered shyly “I was going to the bathroom” “well just stay with me…” he said either flustered or either his fever got worser “I will just wait the porridge isn’t cooked yet-“ you said only to be cut off by him holding your hand basically dragging you to the couch “Kiyoomi wait you haven’t eaten yet and your not going to feel better if you do that” you said trying to get out of his grasp but he just kept on moving till he suddenly stopped “w-wait what if I get you sick?” He said with a face pure of sadness worried that he was contagious by letting go of your hand immediately “Baby you can’t spread a fever to me it’s okay don’t worry” you said giving him a hug then leaving to make him food, the whole day he was hesitant of touching you because he didn’t want you sick

Suna: he wasn’t the type to act clingey but today he just wanted you… “Rintaro you need to rest I promise I’ll come back soon” you said getting your car keys ready “wait don’t leave babe” he muttered hugging you from behind giving you kisses on your neck “rin don’t do that” you said flustered “do what? I want u to stay here” he said caressing your cheeks “Rintaro your not well enough to do this” “I am babe” he said grinning “no you idiot you aren’t your burning up!” You said worried because you literally just gave him medicine earlier, there you were taking care of the flirtatious man still trying to flirt with you while he usually doesn’t

Kenma: “kenma go lay down and stop following me” you said confused of the man following you to the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, and living room while he usually doesn’t “babe seriously you need to lay down and sleep” you said giving him a kiss on the cheek only for him to kiss you back longer “kenma!” You said flustered at his sudden action “wait jus a lil more” he said in a heavy breathed whisper pulling you in by the waist kissing your lips “k-kenma your not yourself come on let’s go to the bedroom and rest” you say blushing taking him to go rest, he hugged you the whole time giving you kisses on your face

Sugawara: “Koushi I gotta go babe I’m sorry my boss told me it was urgent” you said trying to get out of his tight hug “no don’t go yet I want you to stay” he said with puppy dog eyes, face red from his fever “I promise I’ll come back soon it’s just a little business meeting” you said taking his hands away “but I want you to stay y/n” he said crossing his arms “I’m sorry Koushi but I promise to come back asap you said giving him a kiss on the lips then you left

Iwaizumi: “haji put me down!” You said getting carried by Iwaizumi even though he’s sick “see I’m better than Shittykawa” he muttered fever rising “seriously babe put me down your fever is going to get worser” you said worried “no I’m fine I jus wanna carry you y/n, plus I don’t like it when trashykawa flirts with you” he said giving you a kiss on the forehead “Haji he wasn’t flirting! he was giving me cooling fever pads for you” you said trying to explain to him but he just zoned out carrying you to the bed “yeah? Do you love me or him more?” He said hugging you “idiot of course I love you more your my boyfriend!” You said giving him a little push angry at his little question even though it’s just his fever talking “really you do?” He said flustered “of course haji now go to sleep before you regret saying anything” you said holding him in your arms

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #bokuto headcannons #bokuto angst #bokuto fluff #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa headcanons #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst #suna angst #suna fluff #sugawara angst #sugawara fluff #kenma angst #kenma fluff #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi fluff

[britishassistant]

The Villainous Paranoiac Has Visitors

You’re a fool.

A blind, tunnel-visioned, desperate fool.

There’s no one you can blame for this mess but yourself.

You were moronic enough to think that a promise would’ve been enough to stop Grim from going after more overblot stones.

And now where are you?

Lying in a bed in the infirmary, bandages and gauze wrapped around you from your collarbone to your chin, because the one creature in this fucked up magic world that you were stupid enough to trust unconditionally tried to rip out your throat over a rock.

Your neck aches. You’re so tired it feels like you can barely even move. Your head is a weird weight of white noise, making it hard to think about anything other than your current predicament and how you should’ve seen it coming a mile away. How you should’ve stopped it.

Maybe—maybe it was because you’d made him hold out too long. Maybe that’s it. Maybe you were wrong to make him swear not to eat any more, and him lashing out at you over Vil-senpai’s stone was just-just temptation that had been pushed too far. Why weren’t you looking after him more closely anyway? You’re his supervisor, you’re supposed to make sure Grim doesn’t get into trouble, you should’ve noticed he was gone sooner. Then maybe this whole mess wouldn’t have happened. And it’s not like Grim wasn’t working hard to uphold your deal, you were the one who wasn’t meeting his efforts halfway. After all, he hadn’t eaten anything after Jamil-senpai’s overblot, had he?

...

Had he?

No stone ever turned up after Jamil-senpai’s overblot.

And you were so out of it that night, riding out the aftereffects of the overblot’s venom and the anti-venom warring in your system.

Grim could’ve easily left during the night and eaten it, and so long as you never asked, never pressed him about it, you’d have been none the wiser.

And you didn’t ask. You just trusted him.

You’re a fool. A pathetic, misguided, twisted, worthless fool.

Your family was right about you.

You would grind the heels of your hands into your eyes, but even lifting your arms towards your face feels like more effort than you can spare right now. Luckily it takes no effort to stare up at the ceiling and just hate yourself for your stupidity.

You’d have thought you would have learned that trusting people is an awful idea already. Hopefully this will finally get the message through your thick skull—

“Yuu?”

You tilt your head and blink up at Deuce. He grins, blindingly bright. “Guys, he’s awake!”

You weakly smile back, ruthlessly squashing the urge to correct him.

Epel pushes the divider back as he rounds it, pretty face worried. “Prefect, how are you feeling? Nurse Kamac said you lost a lot of blood.”

“M okay.” You mumble back, your tongue feeling thick and sluggish in your mouth.

“What the hell happened to you, Prefect?” Deuce moves to pull up a chair and sit down next to you, shooting you doubtful looks. “Was it an attack by another overblot or something? Some kind of monster? Did you get jumped by some punks from RSA?”

You wonder what you should tell them. You know that all you have to do is tell him the truth, say the word, and they’ll all be off after Grim like a group of hunting dogs, just like when you used to ask Ace and Deuce to help you catch him back at the start of the school year.

But Grim might get hurt. Or he might hurt them.

Can you put them through that?

Ace collides with the foot of the bed, interrupting your internal debate, eyes wide and panting. “Guys, bad news. Crewel’s outside asking for us, he looks pissed.”

Deuce and Epel stiffen in tandem, darting nervous glances towards the door like the potions and alchemy teacher will burst in at any moment. “What’d you do?!” Deuce hisses.

“How’d you know it wasn’t you, ass?!” Ace protests. “Seriously, we can’t keep him waiting! I think he’s even madder than the time Grim turned his coat pink and green.”

All four of you shudder collectively.

Epel grabs Deuce’s arm, squaring his shoulders. “We just gotta—need to see what Professor Crewel wants right? It may not even be us he’s piss—irritated at. Just gotta man up and face him.”

Deuce nods, even though he looks like he really, really doesn’t want to. He and Ace follow Epel away from your bed and towards the infirmary exit. You loll your head back onto your pillows and resume your staring at the ceiling.

“But Ace, no one’s...?”

“What the—?!”

There’s a bang as the infirmary doors slam shut.

You look over in time to see Ace slide a mop through the door handles, and drag a chair over to prop under them. He then points his magic pen at it all and a padlocked chain loops itself around the whole affair and clicks shut. You can hear Deuce and Epel hammering on the other side, demanding he open up.

“Ace?” You struggle to sit up, your throat aching. “What—”

“Shh, sh, easy, we gotta be quick.” He darts over you, helping you to sit up and pulling up the pillows behind you to lean back against. “Do you need me to get your shirt for you?”

“W-what?” Your brain is still struggling to catch up.

Ace gestures impatiently to your chest.

You look down.

Oh.

Oh.

You look back up at Ace, cold sweat drenching you.

Please no. Not him too.

Ace reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls something out—!

He holds up your binder. “Figured Kamac might not have let you keep it. It hurts your ribs, right?”

Wait. What?

“H-how...?” You stutter, fumbling with the buttons at your collar.

He shoots you a look. “I basically carried you back here from Dwarf Mines. It was easy to tell something was up when Kamac wouldn’t let me or Deuce stay in the room while you were getting patched up. Plus this was kinda dangling out your back pocket when you came out”

Well. That’s. That’s...

“Look are we doing this or not?!” Ace hisses, shooting a nervous glance back at the door where Deuce and Epel’s voices are being joined by others and growing louder. You think you hear Kalim-senpai’s twittering, Vil-senpai barking orders, and Jamil-senpai’s drawl.

You begin working on your buttons with newfound determination.

Ace helps you get your head through the top hole of the binder without pulling on the bandages around your neck too much.

You struggle your arms through the arm holes, and then shrug the hospital pajama shirt back on. He’s already done over half the buttons by the time you’ve recovered from your discombobulation.

“Feel okay? Not hurting your breathing or anything?” You nod, still disoriented. “Okay, let’s just get you back under the covers, and then I’ll let in the circus.”

There’s another metallic clang from the door and a cry of pain that sounds worryingly like Ashengrotto-senpai.

“W-why?” You rasp, an odd swooping feeling catapulting in your stomach, like you’ve just jumped off the bleachers again. “Why would you...?”

Ace heaves a sigh and gives you a look normally reserved for Deuce and Grim. “Because you’re my friend, you little dumbass. Getting something like this for you isn’t a big deal or anything.”

You gape at him so hard it feels like your eyes are burning.

Something inside you feels impossibly, uncontrollably warm.

Turns out getting a lump in your throat really hurts when you’re recovering from having it slashed open.

“Aw, jeez, what’s with the waterworks?!” Ace leans over you, ungloved hand swiping at the tears on your cheeks. “C’mon Yuu, if they get back in here and see you crying, you know Deuce’ll kill me.”

“Good. ‘S a-all your fault. I won’t f-forgive you until you give me a hug, you big jerk.” You sniffle, opening your arms and holding them out.

He huffs a laugh, before following your orders. “You’re a tyrant, ya know that? You’re as bad as Vil-senpai and Dorm Head Riddle.”

“I’m worse than they could ever be.” You mumble, hiding your burning eyes in his shoulder. “Don’t you forget it.”

“Oi, you better not be wiping your nose on my jacket!” He tries to shrug you off gently. He still hasn’t stopped hugging you though. “Get your snot and tears offa me!”

You cling onto him tighter, unable to stop giggling even as a few hysterical tears slip down your cheeks. “Suffer.”

“Tyrant.” He fakes an exasperated groan, but you can feel him chuckling along with you.

There’s not many things you can think of that would ruin this moment.

“King’s Roar.”

...Being bathed in sand as the doors to the infirmary disintegrate certainly wasn’t one you had in mind, though it does the trick well enough.

Lucky you had Ace hugging you to act as a human shield for the worst of it.

He sputters once the deluge has subsided, shaking his head and rudely dumping the excess sand into your lap. “Ugh, senpai, what the hell?! Would it have killed you to wait one minute?!”

“You take too long.” Leona-senpai shrugs, pocketing his magic pen again and sauntering in to stretch out on the empty bunk next to you. “These guys wouldn’t stop whining until I did something.”

Deuce rushes over to your bedside with Epel and Kalim close behind him, kneeling down next to you. “Prefect, are you okay?! What’d he do to you?!”

“His eyes are all red an’ swollen!” Epel points out before you can say anything. “Ace, you bas—”

“Epel.” Vil-senpai stalks in, looking much better since you last saw him at VDC. Healthier, somehow. “But yes, Potato #1, what exactly were you playing at, locking everyone out like that?”

Ace stammers under Vil-senpai’s cold glare, so you take pity on him, clearing your throat weakly. “Ace just didn’t want any witnesses to him fussing over me. He’s allergic to showing kindness, after all.”

For some reason, being able to say that and have Ace elbow you playfully makes you feel...buoyant, somehow.

Everyone stares at you. The weight of their disbelief is heavy.

Kalim places his hands over yours. “Yuu, you don’t have to be afraid to tell us the truth! You’re among friends here!”

“Oi!” Ace protests.

“Who’re you calling ‘friend’?” Leona-senpai interjects, because he’s still a huge bag of dicks.

Ashengrotto-senpai has his magic pen in its cane form and is leaning on it heavily, limping. “I wouldn’t worry Kalim-san. I’m sure whatever the Prefect experienced can’t be worse than having a cauldron drop on you.”

Deuce inches closer to hide behind you and Epel sheepishly.

“Technically Azul, it was rebounded onto you off the doors of the infirmary.” Jade-senpai interjects cheerfully, switching a bouquet from one hand to the other. “Though I’m sure Spade-san would be glad to reimburse us for damages through labor if necessary~”

Deuce lets out a squeak.

“Eeeeh~~ Crab-chan, were you doing something naaauughty with Shrimy all alone in here~?” Floyd-senpai drapes himself over Ace’s shoulders, arms looping around him. “No faaaaaiiir, I wanna play too~~”

Ace stiffens, face growing to match his hair as Floyd-senpai’s arms begin to tighten. “J-Jamil-senpai—!”

Jamil-senpai cruelly ignores him. “Kalim, make sure you’ve still got your magic pen when we leave. The Prefect might try to add to his collection.”

You shoot him a look. “When are you going to let that go?”

He sits on the end of your bed and smiles sweetly at you. “When you stop making a nuisance of yourself by sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, Prefect.”

You try to dissect that statement, then give up and settle for attempting to kick him off the bed. You only end up depositing more sand into your lap under the covers.

He laughs at you, because for all his talk about reputation, Jamil-senpai is also a huge bag of dicks.

The dust and sand irritates your nose and throat, making you cough hard. It’s not as bad as it was after Vil-senpai’s overblot, but you feel the warning tugs on your weakened lungs and torn throat. You gratefully accept the glass of water Epel hands you, gulping it down.

The sand around you gently shifts and seeps out from under and on top of your covers as you swallow, pooling into a large pile at your bedside.

Leona-senpai’s tail flickers as he tucks his magic pen back away and pretends to be sleeping again.

Deuce begins to fret over you, taking the empty cup from your hands and ineffectually trying to fluff your pillows. You let him hover as Ace rolls his eyes and playfully ribs at him for his mother-henning.

Jade-senpai places the bouquet in a small vase on the table next to you with Vil-senpai and Epel fussing over the arrangement every time Floyd-senpai delights in deliberately poking the flowers out of alignment.

Kalim-senpai promises to bring you a carpet next time, maybe even an elephant if you want, much to Jamil-senpai’s dismay. Ashengrotto-senpai begins trying to negotiate for even more presents.

Leona-senpai half-heartedly growls at everyone to shut up and let him sleep.

You’re a fool if you think trusting these people will turn out any better than trusting Grim did.

But somehow, you feel like you’d rather be a fool and enjoy the warmth blooming in your chest right now rather than anything else.

#my writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #villainous paranoiac yuu #twisted wonderland grim #twst grim #ace trappola #twst ace #deuce spade #twst deuce #epel felmier #twst epel #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #twst floyd #floyd leech #twst jade #jade leech #jamil viper #twst jamil #kalim al asim #twst kalim #binder #ace is a great friend 2k21 #tw: injury

[mypoisonedvine]

how about a dark bucky x naive reader where he always gets nightmares and she is always trying to help him (making him tea, laying with him til he sleeps, etc.) and one night she laying beside him and he’s having a nightmare and he traps her and says “this is the way to help me” and then there’s non/dubcon since she does want to help him 😳🥺

oh my godddd i love this!!  anon your mind.... this idea has been living in my brain rent free ever since you sent it it.

noncon, yandere-ish bucky, breeding kink, slight somnophilia and more below the cut people, watch out

he would definitely be really sweet at first, even with his brooding and aura of mystery

so it’s impossible for you to resist trying to get to know him better even as he seems to avoid you sometimes

eventually he opens up enough to tell you about his nightmares, and you feel awful about it.  he struggles to get enough sleep and sometimes he’ll try to get you to hang out late and you realize it’s because he’s afraid of trying to sleep at all.

you tell him to spend the night in your room and you guys can hang out and have a classic high school-style sleepover with junk food and movies.  you figure maybe it’ll distract him and maybe he’ll stay up so late that when he’s exhausted, he’ll be able to fall asleep easily.

it’s a lot of fun but it doesn’t seem to help much.  and it gets awkward when he makes a move on you and you do your best to gently rebuff him.   i like you a lot but i don’t like you like that-- i just want to be your friend, if i can 

it’s never an easy conversation to have but he seems to take it well, or as well as he could be reasonably expected to

your next solution was tea with melatonin.  he got to bed easier but he still had terrible nightmares and you had to wake him up because he nearly choked you out in his sleep.

finally, he asked you to sleep beside him in his bed, and you felt a little conflicted about it.

I know the last time you were around me while I slept went... really poorly... but I promise, I won’t hurt you.  I could never hurt you.

you agree only because you want to help him so badly

at first it’s normal, even sweet.  you brush your teeth together in the bathroom, you change into your comfiest pajama set and try to ignore that he’s sleeping shirtless.

you fall asleep pretty easily, and hope that he’s doing the same

but not so much later, you wake up to metal fingers pushing up the bottom of your shirt, running over your hips and waist

you mumble through the haze of half-sleep to ask him what’s going on but stop when you feel his hand slide under the fabric and wrap around your breast.

you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. you're totally paralyzed.

he slides closer and you feel his entire body pressed against your back. he's so warm, it's almost hot to the touch. hottest of all is the hard outline of his cock pressing right into your ass.

he rolls his hips against you and lets out an incredibly soft moan-- that's when you realize that he must be having some very strange dream or nightmare, that he isn't meaning to do this to you.

bucky, wake up! you're having a nightmare...I think...

I'm awake, the voice right beside your ear informs you. that or I'm having the best dream of my life.

you stammer because you have no idea what is going on. w-wait...

this is the only thing that's helped. I never told you, but the nights where I tired myself out by jerking off and imagining you, those were the ones where I slept the best. but it didn't fix it completely. I just know if you help me, the nightmares will go away.

before you can even speak again he's talking over you, sounding less sweet and more stern.

don't you wanna help me, doll? don't you wanna help me feel good? don't worry, I'll make you feel good too...

the hairs on the back of your neck are standing up because you know something is horribly wrong, but you want to give him a chance. still, you're unsure. I don't know...

you don't know? you said you were my friend. friends help each other.

you gulp and answer sheepishly, o...okay...

thanks, doll. I knew I could count on you.

he grabs your hand and pulls it down. you gasp as he wraps it around his manhood-- it's thick, and hard yet silky.

you've never touched a cock before have you?

you feel embarrassed, you realize you must be doing something wrong already if he noticed your lack of experience.  um, no... I haven’t...

oh I don't mind! it's a good thing. your hands are really soft... so much softer than mine.

you stay still and let him fuck into your hand, your face burning with shame even though you began to feel arousal tingle between your legs.

after a little more of that, he moves you around until he’s hovering over you, his hips between your legs.

I wanna try something different-- it’ll be better.

before you can stop him he’s rubbing his cock against your crotch, through your flimsy little shorts, and the sensation sends shivers up your spine.  you had touched yourself before, but this felt totally different.  

with him on top of you like this, you feel so small. his body towers over and envelops yours, but even with all that strength his little moans sounded gentle and vulnerable.

he leans down and you can feel his breath on your neck, his long hair falling down and tickling your face while his stubble scratches against your cheek

fuck, I love you, he murmurs into your ear.

what?! you try to recoil but you're trapped between him and the bed.

don't you love me too? I know you do.

you shake your head, you can’t even believe what’s happening.  I told you, we're just friends

he grabs your jaw suddenly, forcing you to look at him, and even in the dark you can see his eyes burning with anger.

I know you love me. if you don't, you will.

he starts to move his hips back and pull your pajama shorts to the side, and for all your naivete you know exactly what's about to happen.

bucky, please-- don't put it in me-- no, stop, wait--!

he shoves into you, groaning as your unwilling body is forced to accept him

hnng, you're so tight doll. can't you feel how wet you are? that's how I know you love me. god, you feel so fucking good.

you sob and try to push at his shoulders but he's like fucking granite.

don't fight it, it’s gonna feel good for you soon... you just need time to get used to me.

you can’t imagine how this could ever feel good, it stings and makes you feel nauseous-- that is, until he reaches down and swipes his calloused thumb over your sensitive bud.  

your whole body jerks and your fingers dig into his shoulders.

oh, do you like that princess?  

you want to deny it but you’re too busy bucking your hips involuntarily, chasing more sensation

fuck, you’re a needy little thing, huh?  you need me so bad... don’t worry, I’m here to take care of you.  god, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for the chance to take care of you....

suddenly the burn inside you begins to subside and you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against something that makes your walls tighten around him with every thrust. 

you hear your whimpers of pain morph into moans of pleasure, and you can hardly believe the noises are coming from you.

feels good, doesn’t it?  god, you’re such a tease... inviting me for a sleepover-- you don’t even know what that means for adults, does it?

guilt burns in your stomach as you wonder if you really did lead him on, if it means something different than you thought and that’s why he came onto you.

and before that, spending nearly every day with me and talking with me about things I’d never told anyone before... you may have fooled yourself but I knew you wanted me so damn bad.

had you??  you couldn’t remember now.  of course you’d always thought he was cute, that was objectively true, but you were just trying to be his friend...

and now you act so shocked and confused when I fuck you, but within a few minutes you’re moaning and begging for more.  

you don’t remember any begging.

his thrusts get a little rougher and you choke on nothing.

I know you want it.  I know you need it-- need me.

you can tell you’re going to come, but it doesn’t feel like how it feels when you’re by yourself.  it feels so much more intense, electric even, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to handle it.

god, i’m so close-- you’re close too, aren’t you?  you feel so good, doll.  feel so good around my cock.  fuck, you want me to come inside?

no, buck, you can’t-- i’m not--

oh it’s gonna feel so fucking good to fill you up, doll... and i know you’re gonna love how it feels when i come inside you.

you start to cry again, terrified that he’s going to get you pregnant when you’ve never even had sex before now.  please-- stop... i’ll help you again tomorrow, i’ll help you whenever you want, just please don’t come inside me...

oh doll, you’re gonna help me every night now, don’t worry about that.  gonna fuck you again before the night’s over, more likely than not.  gotta keep those nightmares away until I can only dream of you.

against everything in you hoping not to, you come suddenly.  you feel yourself tightening and fluttering around him as your whole body convulses.  

when your back arches, he slips his arms under you and holds you close, fucking into you with brutal speed and force.

fuck, right there-- fuck, doll, i’m coming, oh fuck!

with a deep growl he pushes his hips against yours as hard as he can, burying himself in your pulsating warmth.  you whimper and cry as his cock flexes with each spurt of come emptied into you.  it feels like it goes on forever, his come coating your walls while he sucks on the crook where your neck meets your shoulder.

fuck, baby... you’re incredible...

you shiver, waiting for him to pull out and roll off of you, but he just relaxes and kisses all along your collarbone.

god, I could fall asleep like this.  I sure as hell couldn’t have any nightmares with you keeping my cock warm in my sleep.

bucky... what if you got me pregnant?

oh, don’t talk like that, he purrs, you’ll get me all worked up and I’ll have to fuck you again.

he kisses you on the nose and it’s so disgustingly intimate.

I think I’ll be able to sleep again, at least for a few hours. come on, let’s move over to my side of the bed and you can be my little spoon.

#Anonymous #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky smut #bucky barnes non con #dark!bucky x you #dark!bucky x y/n #dark!bucky headcanons

[maddogofshimano]

Apology Ring: Rikiya Scratcher Event

A new Rikiya event! I was very excited about what nonsense this one would be and it did not disappoint. 

I couldn’t tell you why Kuze’s a reward, but I sure did get 6 of him, so I can’t complain. Let’s get started!

Summary: While Rikiya has come to adore Kiryu as his aniki, Haruka is still cold and distant towards him. In his desperation to win back her favor, he learns that Haruka’s after a prize from the scratcher event happening at the local grocery store, and is determined to win it for her no matter the cost

2008 Shimabukuro Rikiya had been charmed by Kiryu Kazuma, and his yearning to have him as his aniki has led to him often visiting Morning Glory.

Rikiya: Aniki! Let's go get drinks together! Standing by for your answer!

Kiryu: Rikiya...... I already gave you an answer earlier. I'm busy today. You should get back to work. <Kiryu walks away> Rikiya: W-Wait for me anikiiii~!

Rikiya: Haaa.... Alone again..... Though, that's just one of the things that makes him so cool. (Tl note: overwhelmingly tempted to use the "attractive/good looking/handsome" meanings on かっこいい instead of cool lol) Rikiya: ....Oh? Haruka: Ah..... Rikiya-san. Good afternoon. ...............Bye. <She leaves>

Rikiya: Ah, Haruka-chan.... Rikiya: She sure didn't look happy to see me... Guess she still hates me.

Rikiya: Well... I guess being hated by her can't be helped. She was real scared I was going to evict everyone in Morning Glory after all... Rikiya: Kiryu no aniki swore an oath of brotherhood though... So I can't just leave things like this. Rikiya: If I apologize from the bottom of my heart, maybe Haruka-chan will forgive me... Rikiya: .........Hn? Koji: I want to get Haruka a gift for always working so hard, but I can't think of a single thing to get her.... Koji: Have you thought of anything Taichi? Taichi: I got this! Isn't this rock pretty? I found it out on the beach! Koji: ....A rock, huh. Well, Haruka will still be thrilled to get it. Now what am I gonna do.... Taichi: What about the scratchers down at the shopping center? Koji: Scratchers? What's that? Taichi: Haruka said she wanted to the prize from them, and wouldn't doing scratchers be fun? Koji: No way. I don't trust that it won't be a total bust. Taichi: But think about how happy she'd be. Rikiya: ....Scratchers at the shopping center? Hmm, come to think of it I was supposed to go to the super market. Rikiya: ......If I can get that thing Haruka-chan wants, she might forgive me, so it's worth a shot. Rikiya: With a little bit of luck and money, let's take a gamble on scratchers! <He runs downtown> Manager: Hey welcome! Right now we're running a scratcher campaign~.

Manager: The top prize, a trip to Tokyo, has already been claimed, but we still have a ring from a brand that's very popular with women, a coffee maker, an electric razor, and a 100kg of rice among the fabulous prizes jostling around! You can't miss this opportunity! Rikiya: (.....The only thing he listed that a girl her age would want is that ring. That must be what Haruka-chan is after!) Rikiya: Sir! Give me a scratcher! Manager: Ah, Rikiya-kun. Ready to have some fun? One entry for every 1,000 yen you spend at the store! <scratching noises> Manager: Annnnd... no luck. For the bottom prize, here's your free pack of pocket tissues. Rikiya: Damn... Totally drained, huh. I really don't have any more cash to blow on scratchers. Manager: That's a shame, Rikiya-kun. I'll be here with the scratchers for a while longer if you change your mind and want to try again. Rikiya: ....Say, mister. I really just gotta get my hands on that ring. Is there any way we could make that happen? Rikiya: ....I beg you! Truly!! Manager: No, and the answer stays no no matter how many times you ask~. Manager: Right now the odds are stacked in the customer's favor with how many scratchers have been pulled, so good luck. Rikiya: ....Man, that's really how it is, huh. I getcha... Gimme a bit to scrape up some cash. <Rikiya leaves, makes a phonecall> Rikiya: ....I'm all out. Mikio's broke too. I guess I could try getting a loan.... hmmmmm.....

Rikiya: What am I gonna do... My plan to show my sincere apologies to Haruka with that ring is turning out to be a huge bust. Rikiya: I gotta get more cash to do pulls with... If only there was some way to do free pulls...... (Tl note: Rikiya is the prime target for gatcha games) <he moves on> Rikiya: ....I ended up walking all the way around Ryukyu without getting a single idea. What am I gonna do.... Hm? Blond Chinpira A: Hehehe, look at all these scratchers. I'm a almost afraid I'll get sick of doing scratchers from this.

Blond Chinpira B: Mhm~! Hey, did ya see that employee's face? He was so scared, it was hilarious! Hehehe. <they leave> Rikiya: ....What were those bastards up to? <Rikiya returns to the store> Rikiya: !? Manager: Uughh.... Rikiya: Hey, hey..... you're not looking good. All your merch has been scattered and all the shelves are all smashed up....

Rikiya: What the heck happened while I was gone? Manager: Ah, Rikiya-kun... The truth is.... some blond haired chinpira came and stole all the scratchers..... Rikiya: Blond haired chinpira...? You mean those assholes just a minute ago did this? Manager: When they found out the top prize had already been claimed... they flew into a rage and started smashing things.... Manager: They stole all the scratchers and remaining prizes and said "You better have that top prize restocked by the time we're back".... Rikiya: What the hell? Manager: I don't know if the police could do anything, and I have no idea how I could get another trip to Tokyo lined up..... Manager: Rikiya-kun, I'm sorry. I really did want you to have fun with this scratcher campaign... Manager: Haa... I started this up intending to give back to my regulars... but now it's going to end like this... I guess it can't be helped. Rikiya: ..........It's just like you to still be thinking about your customers. Even at a time like this they're the ones you're worried about.... Rikiya: ...Sir, I'm going to crush those assholes. I swear it. Manager: Eh? Rikiya: I can't stand cowardly civilians like that. ....So I'm gonna kick their asses. Rikiya: While I'm at it I'll get back all the scratchers and all the prizes and return them to you. Manager: R-Rikiya-kun.... but.... Rikiya: Don't worry about it. This is my job as a member of the Ryudo Family. My boss would yell at me if I turned a blind eye to this. Rikiya: So, I'm off! <Rikiya leaves> Manager: Rikiya-kun..... <EVENT START>

Blonde Chinpira A: Ughhh......

Rikiya: ......Hand over the scratchers and the prizes.

Blonde Chinpira A: W-Who the fuck are you....

Rikiya: Ryudo family captain, Shimabukuro Rikiya. Chinpira: R-....Ryudo Family!? Y-You're... a professional....... Rikiya: ......We good? I don't think ya want this again.

Rikiya: If I ever hear that you're causing problems for that shop again then I'm going to silence you myself!!!! Chinpira: I-I got it.... it won't happen again. <back at the store> Rikiya: There you are, manager. The scratchers and the prizes. With this, you should be able to continue your campaign, right? Manager: R-Rikiya-kun...... Rikiya: I really nailed those shitheads, so you shouldn't need to worry about them coming after you for revenge. Rikiya: Of course if they do show up, just give me a ring. I'll handle 'em for you. Any time you need. Manager: Th-Thank you Rikiya-kun.... What can I ever do to repay you...... Rikiya: Don't sweat it. This is just the job of a member of the Ryudo Family. <Rikiya begins walking away> Manager: Ah, Rikiya-kun! Rikiya: ......I'm up shit creek here. What about Haruka-chan's present....

Rikiya: What am I gonna do..... I'm outta cash......... I got it. I'm sure I got some pachinko balls tucked away.... ???: Rikiya-kun! <manager runs up> Rikiya: Manager? Manager: Ha... Ha.... This.... I wanted to give this to you. Rikiya: This is..... the ring that was one of the scratcher prizes!? Manager: Yep. You said you wanted it. So I figured to repay you somewhere... I'd like to give this to you. Rikiya: Manager..... But isn't this a real major prize? Manager: It's fine. Without you the scratcher campaign wouldn't have continued at all. Manager: Oh, are you turning this down? I know this doesn't remotely make up for everything you did, and I'm truly sorry. Rikiya: ....I ain't turning it down! Thank you, manager! Manager: Hehe, that makes me glad to hear. Well, I'm heading back to the store now. See ya. <Manager leaves> Rikiya: Hell yes... Now I can give this to Haruka-chan as an apology! Rikiya: Finally we'll be able to wrap this whole thing up and move past things with one big gesture! Rikiya: Wait for me! Haruka-chan! <Rikiya runs off> Rikiya: .......Pardon my intrusion.

Haruka: Ah...... Rikiya-san.

Rikiya: (....She's still so distant. Guess she still doesn't like me one bit....) Kiryu: What is it? Rikiya. I can't get drinks with you today. Rikiya: Nah, I'm actually here for Haruka-chan this time. Kiryu: To see Haruka? Rikiya: Yes... Um, Haruka-chan. I actually have something to give to you. Haruka: Something to give to... me? Rikiya: Here, this. It's some kind of ring from a famous brand. Haruka-chan, this was that thing you wanted, right? Haruka: Eh!?

Kiryu: A ring? What's this about Haruka?

Haruka: N-.... No. I, don't really like rings...

Rikiya: Right. As soon as I heard you wanted this I rushed out frantically to-........ Rikiya: .......Eh!!??

Rikiya: What do you mean, you don't really like rings...... But.... Isn't this the ring you said you wanted? Haruka: ...N-No. I don't remember ever saying I wanted that..... Rikiya: That's.... B-But, you wanted one of the prizes from the scratchers....... Haruka: Scratchers.....? Oh, of course.... Rikiya: Of course....? Haruka: I wanted the rice so that everyone could have it to eat. Is that what you were thinking of? Rikiya: R-Rice!!?? <flashback to the manager talking about all the prizes they had> Rikiya: The thing that Haruka-chan actually wanted..... was the 100kg of rice.......... Rikiya: I was so sure it was the ring.... Seriously, man......... Haruka: I-I'm so sorry. Kiryu: ....Say, Rikiya. What's with the sudden present? Haruka's birthday's still a ways off, right? Rikiya: .........I wanted to give it to Haruka-chan as an apology. Kiryu: ....Apology? Rikiya: Yes. When I came to Morning Glory and threatened to evict everyone, for kids that have nowhere else to go, wouldn't that have been terrifying? Rikiya: Since then, Haruka's hated me. But I wanted to earn Haruka's forgiveness... Rikiya: That's why.... I thought I could give her that ring as an earnest apology. Rikiya: But then I went and got her something she didn't even want, so instead of being happy she's bothered by it... I really am a fool, huh. (Tl note: we might not have gotten to hear Rikiya sing bakamitai but he did at least say the phrase here lol) Haruka: .....Rikiya-san. Even though I never said I wanted it..... I really am happy to get it. Rikiya: ....That's sweet of you to say, Haruka-chan. But you don't have to lie like that to me.... Haruka: No, it's true. Rikiya-san, you picked out that ring to give me because you thought it'd make me happy, right? Haruka: The fact that you were thinking about me like that and working so hard to make me happy, well, how could I not be! Rikiya: Haruka-chan.....

Haruka: Really though.... I don't hate you, okay? Rikiya: Eh? Haruka: I... think you're a good person, Rikiya-san. So I don't have a reason to dislike you. Rikiya: Wait, but... Earlier when you saw my mug you looked real upset and ran off immediately, didn't you? Haruka: That was... sorry... I think I was trying to hold in a sneeze. Rikiya: .......a sneeze? Haruka: Right. Honestly I was dealing with a cold earlier.... I didn't want to get you sick, so I was trying really hard not to sneeze..... Rikiya: --Which explains why you were keeping your distance..... What the hell. Have I just been totally overthinking this........ Kiryu: ...Heh, I'm glad for you Rikiya. Your worries were misplaced, and this is all settled now. Rikiya: A-Anikiii.... Haruka-chan's.... a good kid....... Rikiya: I horribly threaten her and she doesn't hate me...... I don't even get her the present she wants and she's still thrilled..... Rikiya: Even if it was my job to scare her.... She's... She's such a good kid, that Haruka-chan.... <Rikiya drops to the ground> Rikiya: I'M SO SO SORRYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

Haruka: R-Rikiya-san!? Kiryu: H-Hey. Rikiya, quit grovelling!

Rikiya kept his head bowed in apology for a long time, until Kiryu and Haruka were both troubled by the excessiveness.

<END EVENT>

Bonus stuff: 

I was so sure Haruka wanted to trip to Tokyo to give to Kiryu so that he could go visit. The rice was my second guess, but I was so ready for the emotional pain. Shout outs to @agentshilonglang​ for correctly guessing it though! 

This one wasn’t as long or a fraction as difficult to translate as the previous Rikiya board game event, but I am thrilled to have more Rikiya content. This card also has a new character story, and I pulled it so I’ll get that translated sometime soon-ish! I’m actually thinking of holding a poll on which story to do next when I hit 300 followers.

Finally this was the song that played on the main page of the event, tho they skipped the intro portion:

#rggo #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku online #yakuza #Rikiya #rikiya shimabukuro #Haruka #Kiryu

[tastybluesprite]

Heyaa i see ur requests are open👀👀 Can I request a tk fight between Chifuyu and Takemichy? Partners gotta cheer each other up y'know eheheheheh

Cheer up

YESYESYESSSS OMG I LOVE THAT!!!

Also I kinda made it more of a “turn tables” kinda thing instead of an actual “fight” lol

And also I stand by Chifuyu having a deadly ticklish tum and you absolutely cannot change my mind 😤😤😤

(Also my absolute dumbass mixed up the ages and wrote Chifuyu as the older one lmao so yes dw I’m aware and I’ll probably fix it if I even have time)

Warning: ⚠️SPOILERSSSS READ WITH CAUTION⚠️ , tickling

Summery: Takemitchi seems a bit down, so Chifuyu attempts to lift his spirits the hard way…

Chifuyu didn’t tell anyone but his favorite activity when he is bored is to walk through the park (as he was doing now). Nothing really came to mind as he walked. He just enjoyed the setting and the weather. Found it quite calming.

As he approached near the swings, he recognized none other then Takemitchi, who was sitting on one of them. He was surprised to see him looking pretty down. Chifuyu walked over and took a seat in the swing next to the younger.

“What’s up Takemitchi?” Chifuyu greeted him cheerfully. “Not much to be honest” Takemitchi attempted to smile but it just came out as a grimace. He couldn’t let Chifuyu know he was upset and why.

Mikey had threatened to kill him if he didn’t bring Baji back and he was admittedly terrified. He had failed that task almost too easily.

Chifuyu saw right through it though and immediately understood that he was feeling anxious. “You’re upset about not being able to bringing Baji back huh..” Chifuyu said, somewhat sadly.

Talemitchi just nodded. Chifuyu then sighed “look, they were pretty close when they were younger. He must really miss Baji if he’s threateningly kill you..”

“That’s what I’m afraid of” Takemitchi said with a slight tremble in his voice. Chifuyu thought about how he could make the poor guy feel better.

Then suddenly an idea came to mind. Sure it was strange and unusual, but he didn’t like seeing Takemitchi so down. “Hey Takemitchi.. are you by any chance ticklish?” Chifuyu asked as casually as possible.

The younger blonde was so taken aback by this odd question that he had no reaction time to defend himself when Chifuyu reached out to land a poke into his side. Talemitchi then let out a noise along the lines of “gyAh!!”

Chifuyu laughed “I’ll take that as a yes” and pounced onto him so that he fell back to the other side of the swing, giving Chifuyu an opportunity to straddle his waist and pin his arms.

“W-wait nononono Chifuyu stop ge-hehehet ohohohoff ohohf mehehehe-“ Takemitchi desolved into uncontrollable giggles as the older started digging his fingers into his side.

“But Takemitchi I need to cheer you up!!! How else could I do that?” And with that he moved to the younger boys stomach.

By now full on laughter was escaping from Takemitchis mouth as he writhed around in attempted to avoid the tickly fingers. “Nahahaha Chihihifuhuhuyuhuhu stahahahap”

“Tell me where your worst spot is first and I’ll think about it”

“Whyhyhy wohohuhld IhI dohohoho thahahAHAHAHA NOHOHAHAHA NOHOHAHAT THEHEHEIHIRR!!!” Mid sentence Chifuyu began digging his fingers into poor Takemitchis armpits.

Takemitchi usually could handle tickling no problem. But his armpits were an absolutely death spot for him and he couldn’t handle it at all.

Finally Chifuyu decided he wouldn’t kill him as it would probably piss off Mikey so he ceased the torture. Takemitchi laid there for a second, trying to regain his composure. “Hey are you okAY-“

As Chifuyu was about to ask if he was ok, Takemitchi pushed Chifuyu back so that he landed on top of him. He then pinned his hands next to the sides of his head. “You shouldn’t have done that Chifuyu…” Takemitchi said with a grin growing on his face.

Chifuyu grew nervous but attempted to trick Takemitchi, “I’m not ticklish don’t even trYHYhYHAHAH NOHOhO!!”

Chifuyu didn’t expect Takemitchi to pull his arms all the way above his head and begin digging into his stomach. While Takemitchi had a killer spot on his armpits. Chifuyu had it BAD on his tummy, and he was particularly embarrassed about it.

“NAHAHAHAHA TAKEMIHIHITCHIHI QUIHIHIHUT IHIHIT-“

“Wow Chifu- this must tickle a lot if your freaking out this much” Takemtchi said with a smirk. He usually wasn’t one to teased but was even surprised himself how good he was at it when he attempted.

“PLEHEHAHAHSE LEHEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHAHAHAHA!!” Chifuyu squirmed around madly in attempted to escape the fingers but they never left his worst spot.

Finally Takemitchi stoped and laid down on the ground next to him. Once Chifuyu regained his own composure, he asked “do you feel any better Takemitchi?”

“Yea a little bit haha..”

“Good. Now time for round two!!” Chifuyu exclaimed as he pounced back onto Takemitchi who replied with a “Wah-!!!”

#tickle fic #tokyo revengers takemichi #tokyo revengers chifuyu #lee!chifuyu #ler!takemitchi #lee!takemitchi #ler!chifuyu #anime #anime tickling #anime tickle fic #ticklish takemitchi #ticklish chifuyu #fanfiction #this was so fun to write lol

[falloutjay]

Eric x careless/troublemaker reader, reader was always a crazy kid, she felt no one really understood her, and her only real friend was Esther Stoley, Annie Knitts and Nicole. But Reader has always admired Eric and never gotten why everyone hated him (she finds both Kyle and Wendy very annoying). One day, she finds him and Butters making their next scheme, and she wants in. After an effective day of pranking, they (well Eric but reader likes Butters's company) take her under their wing. They generally start hanging out and starts to be the 'girl' of the main group (she thinks of Stan, Butters and Kenny has her brothers) and she finds Eric and Kyle's banter hilarious. It gets better (for her at least): she always defends him now (be it irrationally, rationally, verbally or physically) like: Heidi tried to warn Reader about Eric...but the poor girl leaves with a broken nose or Wendy was just upset how someone so awful, could have someone advocate for them and starts to plan to tell her about the breast cancer incident when Bebe would tell that it's Y/n and if anything, what she did to him would just make her stay more, making Wendy stop. She was also a big fan of the Coon and would just gush about how cool he was (she does like Wonder Tweek, Mosquito and Toolshed but she loves Coon the best). Everyone was pretty divsive, some people thought it was funny and teased him on it (like: Craig, Stan and Kenny), some people shipped it (like: Clyde, Butters and weirdly Nicole/Tweek), but some people were afraid of those two becoming a couple (Kyle, Heidi and Wendy). Eric is strangely 'no comment'y about all this until one day, Eric is just about to be turned into the principal when suddenly Reader in a elorate plan, knocks out the witness and pins the blame on someone else. After that's over, Reader can't take it anymore and happily asks him to be her partner/boyfriend and Eric proudly accepts and the two go on to create to create anarchy. May others pray for their safety.

Hey guys! It's me! I'm back! :D

I'm still stressed AF, but after my day was really nice, I felt super motivated to finally continue this lovely prompt, so I did.

I'm currently still in the process of moving and my exams are still not over, but I'm trying!

So I hope I can publish the next request soon and I love all you guys, thank you for all the likes, reblogs, follows and most importantly your patience! <3

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Eric Cartman x careless!troublemaker!female!Reader

“Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme Eric?” Butters asked, eyebrow raised as he listened to Erics new pranking plan. “No, it’s not at all, “eXtRemE”.” Eric retorted and shook his head.

They didn’t notice that someone approached them, listening to their plan. “W-well if you say so, I trust you, Eric.” As the fatter one of the two heard a twig snap, his head turned immediately and look at a kid from their class. What was her name again? “Who are you?” Eric asked unimpressed. “Y/N.” She answered dryly.

Butters kept looking between the two, moving his head, whenever someone said something. “What do you want?” “I want in on your plan.” “What makes you think I want someone like you in this? You normally play with the girls.”

“What does that have to do with anything. Just because I hang out with Esther, Annie and Nicole…That changes nothing about the fact that I love what you’re planning here, and I want in.” Eric seemed to think about the proposition for a second.

“Okay. I think I need one more person around here. Butters can barely do one fucking job.” So, he explained the plan to you in big detail. And in your humble opinion, it was brilliant. Once Eric had finished explaining, he looked at you with a sly smile.

“So, what do you think?” You pretended to think for a second, before an evil grin appeared on your face. “Why stop there? We can also pull a prank on the teachers and the school buses if we put in a little more effort.” “Never thought about that one before. I like your way of thinking, Y/N.”

The two looked into each other’s eyes, clearly seeing that mischievous spark in each pair of eyes. Butters watched you in horror, afraid of what he had just now witnessed. “Ohhh hamburgers.”

Y/N became a regular in Stans gang rather fast. Kenny and Stan love her to bits, just like she does. They love hanging out with her and to Kenny she’s like Karen. One thing that Y/N really enjoys is listening to Kyle and Eric's bickering. No matter the topic and no matter how loud or extreme the two get, she just sits there like it’s a cinema and the two are the newest marvel movie. Speaking of superhero movies, South Parks very own heroes are a topic ever so often too. And to Cartman’s delight, his trusted friend loves talking about The Coon. His super-secret hero identity. She would also gush about Wonder Storm, Mosquito and Toolshed but she would always praise The Coon, which is a melody in Cartman’s ears. Another thing Cartman loves about his only female friend is how she loves defending him to anyone. Be it teachers, her fellow girl friends, or anyone else. When Heidi tried to warn her that Eric means bad news, she had to visit the nurse afterwards. Y/N had detention for breaking the poor girl’s nose, but she sure as hell didn’t regret her decision. Even when she was shunned by the girls from there on.

“I just can’t believe her. Maybe she will change her mind when I tell her about the whole Breast cancer thing? You know… It could affect her too, maybe that’s wha-Wendy…” Bebe interrupted her and sighted. “You remember how Heidi was? How every time we said something mean about Cartman, she would only try harder to prove us wrong?” “Of course, I remember. How could I forget.” Wendy mumbled and stabbed her fork through her salad. “If you try to reason with her, she will just hit you with the whole “He isn’t like that”-schtick. You can’t change her mind, okay?” Bebe eyed their classmate who was happily chatting with Eric and Kenny a few tables away. “I guess.” Wendy said defeated and closed her eyes, asking herself how Eric could even make a girl interested in him.

On another table across the cafeteria, Craig and those guys were seated. Oddly enough, their topic was similar. Y/N L/N and Eric Cartman. “I don’t know why but they’d make quite a cute couple you know?” Clyde said with a smile before biting into his burger. “I know, right?” Nicole agreed and to everyone’s surprise, even Tweek nodded along. “I don’t think they’d become a thing though.” Craig mumbled lazily. “Why?” Clyde asked, obviously interested in the gossip.

“Well, Kenny, Stan and I teased him about it in History class, but he keeps saying he doesn’t like her that way.” “Aww, come on Craig, you know very well that he would never admit it just like that. Guys don’t just admit they have a crush. I’m sure he likes her. I mean, she the only one who can stand him for longer than a day.” Nicole commented, a sly smile spread across her face. “I just think the anti-Cartman fraction would rather die than see those two become a thing.” Token commented and his eyes darted across the room, looking at Kyle, Heidi and Wendy. “Well, I guess we will have some funerals to visit sometime soon.” Nicole replied and everyone at their table had to involuntarily smile.

“That’s it. ERIC. To the Principal. Now.” Mister Garrisons voice thundered through the hallways and a confused Y/N closed her locker. She let out a deep sigh, knowing something must have gone wrong with his new plan.

“Guess I gotta bust him out again.”

Knowing the way to the principal by heart she made her way there, only catching a glimpse of the in pink paint and glitter covered Mister Garrison, who kept cursing like crazy.

Y/N happily skipped past the not-occupied secretary desk and took a seat next to Eric. “I already wondered where you are.” Cartman commented unimpressed. “Sorry, I had to look at Garrison for a second. So what went wrong?” “This stupid asshole over there saw me set up the paint bomb in Garrisons locker thing.” The brown-haired whispered and pointed at the kid that was sitting across from them. “Thanks to that asshat, I will probably be suspended for some days or some shit.”

“Okay, I’ll handle it.” The h/c-haired said and got up to go over. She hovered over the boy who was looking up to her. “What?” He asked annoyed. “You’re Jonas Miller, right?” Y/N asked with the sweetest voice she could manage. “Yeah, what makes you care?” He asked, before a fist connected with his face. Surprised by her own strength, he seemed to be dazed and fell onto the other chairs.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Cartman cried out confused. “Fast, hit me!” She said, not fazed at all. “What? Why?” “God, just do it!” Trusting his mischievous partner Erics fist landed on Y/N pretty face and he even felt a hint of remorse. “Good punch Eric. Now the other side.” Once again, trusting his opposite, he did what was asked. Despite now feeling rather woozy, Y/N grabbed Jonas and laid him down in a different position. She then made Eric kneel next to her and hold her.

“If you ever tell anyone I cried, I will tell everyone about your dirty little secrets, yeah?” Eric nodded, somewhat intimidated, and impressed, watched her do her best to cry heavily.

Hearing the blood-curdling scream, Mister Mackey and the secretary came running, looking at the scene before them. Mister Mackey immediately made sure that everyone was okay, before asking the roughed-up Y/N what happened. With a trembling voice, she answered: “J-Jonas over there did the prank on Mister Garrison and-and tried to pin it on-on Eric. So, I c-came here t-t-to tell everyone t-that Eric was with me t-the whole time. When Jonas n-noticed that, he hit m-m-me and Eric punched him, to-to help me.” The now fully awake again Jonas looked at the girl in horror. “N-No! That’s not the story! I- I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT, M'KAY?!” Mister Mackey interrupted him. “Hitting an innocent girl?! Jonas Miller, you will have to face the consequences!” Y/N still held up her best puppy eyes and Mister Mackey finally turned to the two troublemakers. “Eric, will you bring Y/n to the nurse, please. I will bring Jonas to PC Principal personally, m'kay.” Eric nodded, somewhat petrified, and guided Y/N along the corridors. He felt shocked. He didn’t know why. He never felt this scared before.

Once in the nurse’s office and after Y/N was handed an icepack, she was the first one to speak, once the nurse left them alone.

“You’re so quiet.” She commented dryly. “Thank you.” “For what?” “Getting me out of there. I never- It’s fine, okay? Don’t worry.” Silence fell over the two once more. Y/N just enjoyed the cooling ice on her burning skin and Eric still felt thankful for what she did for him. For him. And no one else. She would have never done this for Kyle. Not for Kenny. She did it for him.

“Hey Eric?” The boy next to her nodded. “You know I wouldn’t have done this for anyone else right?” Eric nodded once more. “Can I ask you for something?” “Of course.”

“You know, I like you a lot. So, would you maybe like to be my boyfriend?”

Bonus:

Eric gave no answer. He just slowly intertwined his fingers with hers and that was answer enough. “Are your cheeks red from blushing or is it from me hitting you?” “Maybe a bit of both.” She laughed and to Eric, it was the most beautiful sound he ever listened to. His girlfriend’s laugh.

Kyle was doing his math homework and started to get annoyed with the harder and harder becoming questions. A vibration ripped him out of his thoughts. He fished for his iPhone without taking his eyes off the paper and unlocked it. The contact read “FATASS” and it was a picture. Kyle's eyes widened in horror as his eyes scanned the picture. It was a picture of a list with dozens of prank ideas. The caption was what truly terrified him. “Me and my GIRLFRIEND brainstormed a bit, hope you’re ready Kahl <3”

Kyle felt like crying. Not only because of his math homework but also because his worst nightmare became a reality. Cartman has a Girlfriend. And it was no other than the infamous Y/N L/N.

#south park x reader #south park fanfiction #eric cartman x reader

[deanwasalwaysbi]

Thinking About How This Wasn't Actually a Denial

But was it self preservation?

The year was 2013 and rather than a denial, Jensen said "Don't ruin it for everybody now."

What was the fan 'ruining' for everybody? The Con? or something else? So if I was a tinhatter - and sometimes I am - I might think about other tv shows from the past that were covertly queer and how they handled the question, were TV shows 'out'?

Mainstream shows like Bewitched, you know, shows that are so clearly straight, you can tell because... well. ... they never technically used the word 'gay'. ... witches honor

SPN Film Studies is Back in Session! Join Under the Cut for more on supernatural & the story about how Bewitched! came out of the Broom Closet

Bewitched aired from 1964-72, it's so old the first season was in B&W. The show starred Elizabeth Montgomery as Samantha, the strange housewife with a stranger secret. Her husband, Darrin, unwittingly married into the whole witchy family, from the now drag icon Agnes Moorehead's Endora with her open marriage, to the unmarried and batty Aunt Clara (Marion Lorne who played the mother in Hitchcock's heavily gay coded 'Strangers on a Train'), to the extremely coded Uncle Arthur (gay actor Paul Lynde). (We can't know for sure, but it seems at least 4 members of the cast were gay themselves.) The core premise of the show involves Samantha balancing who she really is with repressing that self for the safety and comfort of her family.

Samantha and her husband keep her [ahem] 'queer' nature a secret which gets harder on Samantha when she has to tell her daughter to live the same way, “I know what fun it is to be a part of the magical life ... to have so much at your fingertips. But we’re living in a world that’s just not ready for people like us, and I’m afraid they may never be. So you’re going to have to learn when you can use your witchcraft and when you can’t.”

There are plenty of generic 60s wacky hijinks but there are also whole episodes metaphorically about repression being harmful, episodes where characters asked if another was a 'thespian', episodes where Darrin was queercoded while under a spell, episodes about representation & bad stereotyping in media, and even two episodes where witches discussed whether it was time for witches to come out to the mortals, (whether mortals could accept that they were just nice normal people trying to live their lives like everybody else - or not - and would just freak out and kill them again).

When it came time to recast Dick York's Darrin with a new 2nd lead, Elizabeth and her husband, William Asher, knowingly cast the gay Dick Sergeant. (Although he wasn't out publicly at the time.) Then, when Sergeant came out in '91, Montgomery supported him and the two served together as the grand marshals of the Hollywood pride parade.

Dick Sargent expressed in the 90s what he would want in a Bewitched reunion episode: for Darrin to meet another like couple, a witch and a mortal who are married, and another, and another, and end up forming a whole community and support group, finding out that it was never so uncommon after all, that it was actually "about 10% of the population." The two would march in the first mortals and witches pride parade, saying they should have come out years ago.

In '94, Montgomery had this to say about the queer themes of the show, “Don't think that didn't enter our minds at the time. We talked about it on the set, that this was about people not being allowed to be what they really are. If you think about it, Bewitched is about repression in general and all the frustration and trouble it can cause. It was a neat message to get across to people at that time in a subtle way.” (x)

Interviewer: Are you concerned that your involvement in the gay-pride parade will lead people to believe you're a lesbian?

"[Laughing] I'm really not worried about that. There are bigger things to worry about. Like the presidential election and finding a cure for AIDS. I did the parade in support of Dick. I mean, in the end, didn't we all?" (x) (Montgomery was also one of the first celebrity allies to fight for LGBTQ rights and support HIV/AIDS-related fundraisers.)

So did they talk about it at the time? No. You can bet they didn't speak about it publicly. What would have happened if a fan, publicly, had asked Elizabeth, William, or Dick about the show's queer allegory content? This was a time when being gay was a literal felony. They would have had to have lied or risked losing the show, their careers, and possibly subjecting themselves to violence.

Now. back to Jensen and the Schrodinger's long con:

This was in 2013 - The same year that the Supreme Court of the United States struck down a federal ban on gay marriage. You certainly couldn't call homosexuality illegal in the US at that time. It's the same year that Dabb and Sgriccia spoke about the Aaron moment on the DVD and whether there's 'this potential for love in all places' for Dean. Of course Jensen said this about the very same scene: "But it was - you know - it was comedy. It was a comedic moment in the show and fortunately Dean gets a lot of the comedic moments in the show and it was just, you know, Ben was poking fun at the fact that - you know, how can we make this very kind of manly, heterosexual guy uncomfortable - uh -you know, or  or have him back on his heels and throw him off his game a little bit.”

I'm reminded of 2012 when Ben Edlund stepped in about a Destiel question at comic con, pretending it was some freaky thing that fans had made up even though he'd already written and directed TMWWBK, which had already aired.

Jensen: “What’s Destiel?” Ben Edlund: That’s some weird shit. Jensen: Is this something that you created, Ben? Ben: You don’t want any part of that.

Or the next year for season 9 when Jensen said “I think the whole Cas and Dean thing has gotten out of hand”  “I don’t think there’s anything secret to their relationship even though a lot of people wish there was” EVEN THOUGH- that season we got the nightstands acknowledgement and Misha (or both of them?) was told to “play him like a jilted lover”

Or Jensen's knowing bromance smile in 2015

I think recent events (cough spn gate) have made clear that the network and many viewers were still uncomfortable with CAS being gay in 2020, deleting even familial mentions of Cas from the finale episodes once he was revealed to be not only gay but also in love with Dean. (x) (x) (x) Can you imagine then what Warner Brothers would have said to an acknowledge bisexual Dean Winchester in 2013? Granted, there was no Trump election, but legitimate, could that have been the end of the show? Or the Russian and Conservative US viewership? Is it possible that Jensen would have feared so?

Is it possible that Jensen had a more personal reason for a knee jerk defensive response?

So was Jensen covering in 2013? Well. This happened 5 years later in 2018:

That hostile "? No." came even though Misha confirmed that he and Jensen had discussed Destiel by that point. Granted, discussing Destiel as a concept and accepting Dean being inherently bisexual are two very different things - Cas is GN after all - still, less than encouraging.

I may never get over the jumps back and forth that Jensen did. At this point I think there's no denying that a lot of SPN's queer content was on purpose, even as writers and actors were telling fans and network execs otherwise. Yet when each person involved was brought in? that question haunts me at night. I have gone off before about the timeline in my pursuit of whether Jensen was Ben Hur'd (x) and, if so, for how long. I'm sure many in this fandom have so much to add.

In the meantime we'll just have to cherish this moment from 2019:

Interviewer: 'So, tell us just a little bit about what you’re most excited to tackle with your character this final season.’ Jensen: “Cas. Just like a full football form tackle.”

Bewitched references in SPN:

2.05 - Dean: Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands.

2.20 - Dean says Barbara Eden was hotter than Elizabeth Montgomery - sigh - Dean.

7.05 - Dean thinks a husband has no idea his wife is a witch, and refers to him as Darrin. Dean also indicates he likes the first Darrin better. - (I guess I can't make a comment about how much TV Dean watched as a kid if I get all of his references and also haven't saved the world.)

14.03 - Jules refers to the witch as 'Brunhilde' - this is a minor character in bewitched but more so from mythology and likely referred to the cartoon witch from WB cartoons - the stereotypical witch that faced bugs bunny with the green skin and straw hair.

let me know if you have any to add. Stay Witchy ✌

#jensen ackles #jackles long con #dean was always bi #spn film studies #spn queercoding #Spn tinhatting #ben hur treatment #bewitched #queercoding #Caslighting #Spn gaslighting #elizabeth montgomery #dick sargent #paul lynde #original content #Marion Lorne #Marion Lorne was also in a show called the gay adventure in 1932 but i dont have any information on the plot #and to quote misha. it's probably gay like happy #Schrodinger's long con

[maybebanks]

Hurting Part 2

LINK TO PART 1

@mavelfanatic @my-therapist-hates-me @rudypankowswife

⚠️: trigger warning, talks on abuse

JJ lead you to his car and took you back to the chateau. When you arrived, you were wet and cold from the ocean, but you couldn’t budge.

You never actually admitted what was done to you. Not to JJ, or anyone. There was still hope for you to convince him he was wrong.

When he parked, he stared back at you.

“How are you feeling?” JJ said softly.

You scoffed, “freezing. But fine.”

You had a towel wrapped around your legs and another draped over your shoulder.

“I should go home,” you shrugged.

“Sleep here,” JJ suggested, turning off the car and opening his door.

He got around and opened the door for you, “It’s up to John B,” you argued.

JJ chuckled, “you know John B would let you stay any day,”

You inhaled for a deep breath, but it was shaken and not smooth. This made JJ worried.

“Here let me help you out,” JJ said, guiding you with his hand on your lower back.

“Hey! I can get out of a car myself,” you interjected, slowly climbing out.

JJ put his hands up in defense, that little part of him intrigued by your stubborn side. It was like him.

You both walked inside and headed to the bathroom.

“Ooh damn it’s cold!” JJ yelped as he jumped in the shower and turned it on.

You smiled, “bet it’s freezing,”

This motivated JJ to be playful, he smirked and jumped out, then grabbed you gently and pulled you into the shower.

“Ah! No!” You screamed.

JJ laughed and let the water soak you, still with your bathing suit on.

You moved the hair out of your face and grabbed JJ by his cheeks, “You son of a-“

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. And once he knew you were comfortable, he moved them gently with yours.

Your hands fell to his neck and intertwined with the back of his hair.

He smiled under your kiss, and gently pushed you against the wall.

The water was getting warmer.

JJ started to unzip your wet suit top, so you pushed him back.

“Not right now, J,” you sighed.

“Oh but you’re sooo pretty,” he pleaded, one hand on the side of your face.

“Im...I’m sorry. I want to make you happy. But every time you touch me...” you paused, looking into his concerned eyes, “it’s stupid.” you sighed, looking away from him now. You moved to get around him but he stopped you.

“Hey, it’s not stupid. I’d never hurt you, Y/n,” JJ said.

“You’re just saying that,” you mumbled.

“I’m not. Do..uh do you see your step dad when I touch you?” JJ asked. Scared of the answer himself.

“No. JJ no. He’s not...I mean I’m like you. Okay? He doesn’t touch me like that, I swear.” You pleaded. If JJ was going to know about anything, he shouldn’t know about the sexual side. Those theories should be laid to rest.

“So how does he touch you?” JJ asked.

You didn’t want to talk about it, “J...um.. like I said. Like you,”

“He hits you? Do...uh you have bruises?”

“Are you asking for proof?” You asked, offended.

“No! Y/n, that’s not what I meant,” JJ tried but you already pushed past him and started grabbing stuff to leave.

“Y/n!-“

“Stay away from me JJ! You don’t have to worry about me anymore! You don’t have to care! I’m leaving!” You shouted, tears pouring down your face as you pushed away the one you loved.

“Where do you think your gonna go? Back there?” JJ suggested, trying to stop you.

“I’m- im not telling you.....I’m not telling you the worst thing about myself!” You said breathlessly.

JJs heart broke. He knew how you felt. But it was so extreme, he knew if you bottled it down you would feel worse.

“Come here,” JJ whispered, you looked at him, afraid.

Slowly, he got close and held her tight, as if she would fall through his arms.

She held him close, as if closing her eyes tight enough would make her forget about the world.

“It’s gonna get worse before it gets better. You’ve gotta talk to me. I’m not going to judge you, or blame you,” JJ assured.

You didn’t say a word, just hugged him. JJ was a good hugger.

“He just..he slapped me. That’s why there’s no bruises like you. He does it sometimes when we fight and my mom is out of town,” you admitted.

“But your mom is almost always out of town.” JJ sighed, knowing your hurting could happen a lot.

“I know. It’s bad. But like I said, you can handle it. So, I can too,” you argued.

“But...” JJ didn’t know how to phrase it, it was worse for you because you were a girl, and there was something sexual about it.

“...the bruises on your legs. And your ass,” JJ continued, his was seeking an explanation.

You sighed, “no, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Those are probobly just from sitting on rocks,” you lied.

JJ furrowed his brows, he hated the fact that you would lie to him. As a way of protecting him. He should be the one protecting you.

“Show me.” He demanded.

“W-what?” You stuttered, gripping tightly to the towel covering your body.

“Show me, please,” JJ added, he only wanted the truth. He didn’t want you to lie to him, or yourself.

“No. I’m sorry, but no.” You exclaimed, trying to get around him and away from this situation.

“Y/n. This is not a joke. Lift up your towel for me, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you,” JJ added, you couldn’t understand where he was coming from.

Why did he have to know?

You got lost in thought until you felt JJ steadily lifting the towel up gently. More of your thigh was visible and park of your butt cheek.

You were still in fear, watching JJ’s jaw clench.

“I’m gonna kill him,” he said softly, “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” he seethed.

You pushed his hands off, “you..you can’t.”

JJs eyes were wide, “what- well he should at least be punished Y/n! There is no way I’m letting him make a pass at you again,”

Your heart throbbed, “you don’t understand. This is why I never wanted to tell you,”

“You haven’t told me anything. And...and look...I get it. No one should have to go through what you’re going through, you’re so god damn strong. But, baby, staying quiet is not helping,” JJ explained.

Your throat felt as if it was closing, the thought of telling anyone haunted you, you shook your head, muttering no.

JJ pulled you in for another hug.

“I’m not going to rush you. But you’re not going back there, got it? You stay by my side, never leave,” JJ told you.

“She comes back tomorrow,” you sniffled.

Your mom.

“Y/n-“

“It’ll be fine. He’s usually nicer when she’s there,” you made an excuse.

“No way. Unless you’re gonna tell your mom, which I don’t think you’re ready for, your staying with me,” JJ said, closing the bedroom door that you were nothing in.

“Are you serious? What, so you’re my body guard now? JJ, don’t try to control me! You don’t even know anything!” You argued in frustration. Hating the feeling of being trapped.

“Because you don’t tell me!” He retaliated.

“Fine! I’m not telling anyone because he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to my mom! We’re basically fucking kooks now! It would break her heart. It would break us. And if he even has the slightest thought that we might tell, he’ll go to her first, and no one will believe me! No ones gonna believe me, over him.”

“I believe you. I’m here, Y/n/n. And you have proof, and you have me to back you up,”

“That’s not enough,” you sighed.

“Yes it is. I’ll show you. It’ll get better, I promise,”

You’ve never heard JJ say that. Ever. He never promises anything. Maybe once as a joke, but this was meaningful.

PART 3

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as always, the topics discussed may be triggering. Please seek help if this is happening to you. Love you all so much. Have an amazing day.

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Silver Linings: Part 1

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A/N: Excuse any of my terrible math skills and if this seems rushed. This is the best I could come up with lol, I hope you all like it though!

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Slight Fighting, Descriptions of Drug Use, Drinking, Familial Drama, Fluff, Mentions of Adoption, etc.

Word Count: 3,972

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Adopted Daughter!Reader + Michael Gray x Alfie’s Adopted Daughter!Reader

Summary: After growing tired of hiding, Y/N decides to venture out from the back of her fathers shop, not knowing she’d quite literally fall for one of her father’s enemies who happened to be lurking around the corner. But with tensions growing between the two families, one decision could change the course of their lives as they know it, for better and for worse.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | *Part 4* | Part 5

“Alright Y/N, now when you aim you gotta line yer eyes up with the sight. Take a deep breath, and on that exhale of yours yer gonna pull that little trigger right there.” Alfie said, the teenage girl only coming up to around his chest, her hands shaking slightly as she aimed the small hand gun for one of the flour sacks in the back of the shop. With a small exhale she fired, the bullet whirling through the air and into the target she’d helped draw on it the day before.

“See that’s not so hard innit?” He asked, smiling at the new light in his life.

Y/N heard her father calling for her upstairs, bringing her out of her daydreams from years ago. That was during the first week she’d lived with him after he adopted her from the nearby orphanage. She had no adoptive mother, and no other friends except their dog Cyril, seeing as she had to be practically hidden away on a daily basis. The only time she really went out was to work in her fathers shop, where she’d do her best to avoid being spotted by her fathers business partners-some of which who had strained relationships with him and his men.

Shaking the memory from her brain, she hesitantly walked up the stairs, the creaking of the wood announcing her arrival.

“There you are love. Listen...I’m having Mr. Shelby come by soon so you’ll have to work in the back alright? I know you’ll get me for it later but I’ll make up for it mmkay?” He said, looking his now 21 year old daughter in the eyes. People often found him intimidating, but over the years she grew used to him, knowing deep down he was a sweet person. With every interaction she observed, she could see the pain in his eyes over not being able to really introduce her, knowing it would put her at risk. But deep down there was a mutual understanding between them that it was going to be inevitable that someone would find out, but neither of them thought it would be so soon.

With a sigh, she reluctantly walked towards the back where the other “bakers” worked the ovens and inspected shipments. While she organized bricks of cocaine for shipment, she felt her stomach drop as she realized she’d left her gloves in the front of the shop. She often hated the texture of the bricks as she packed them away, the fabric gloves being her only solace when she was given the task.

Swallowing hard, she nervously crept around the corner, eyeing Thomas Shelby and some of the other blinders in her fathers office as she continued, not noticing the man she collided with as she stumbled back slightly.

“Oi! I’m so sorry sir...wasn’t even fuckin’ looking.” She said, brushing a stray hair from her face and tightening her apron around her waist.

“No problem love, you alright?” He asked, looking concerned as he adjusted his well tailored suit.

“Y-yeah. Just looking for my gloves. I have to go.” She said, knowing she wasn’t supposed to be out for long while the blinders were there, yet trying to not look the dashing man in the eyes.

As she walked away, his eyes followed her to her station where she usually rolled dough and decorated pastries, grabbing her gloves which were tinted white from the previous cocaine shipment she handled earlier in the morning.

“Hey...miss? Before you go...what’s your name?” He asked, a crooked smile spreading across his features as she neared him.

“Uhm...it’s Y/N. What’s yours? You don’t look like you’re from ‘round here.” She said.

“I’m Michael, Michael Gray. I’m with the blinders.” He said.

“Oh....um, well I have to get going. It was nice meeting you...Michael.” She said, awkwardly putting on the gloves as he recognized the powder falling off them.

“What do you around here anyway? I know that’s not flour on those gloves.” He said with a smirk. She swallowed hard before answering, her eyes flicking to the window of her fathers office.

“Um...I bake, and...I organize things. Listen...I really do have to go. I’ll see you ‘round sometime, yeah?” She asked. He followed her gaze to the window, noticing the nervous look on her face.

“Alright. See you around, Y/N.” He said with a wink, walking back to his lookout spot in the corner.

She smirked slightly as she passed him, reluctantly heading straight to the back, the other workers paying her no mind as she resumed packing the bricks.

As she worked, she could hear shouts coming from her fathers office, her stomach tightening in knots at the tension she could see forming in the room. Thomas and him standing close to each other, most likely mumbling threats under their breaths. A few moments later, she saw the men exit the tattered room, putting their razored caps on and storming out the door. Michael ultimately leaving with them, but catching her staring as he looked back towards the room she was in. She smiled lightly as he smirked, shutting the door behind him.

She shook her head as she turned back, getting the rest of her packing done while shaking away the thought of someone like him ever taking an interest. She knew her father dealt in dangerous business, so she wasn’t afraid of the blinders and her father doing business necessarily, but she couldn’t deny that them feuding terrified her, knowing even one slip-up could put her or her father at risk. Blowing their years-long cover.

As she was lost in thought, Alfie walked down after they left, smiling as he grabbed a bottle of rum from one of the crates and locking it back.

“You don’t have to organize all those love. How about we go call it a day aye? I know you’re probably wanting summing’ because your old man made ya work back ‘ere all day.” He said. His words annoying to her ears as of late as she grew bored of her life at the shop and at home. One question forever buzzing in the back of her mind as she continued her monotonous tasks.

“I was wondering something....” She said, taking her gloves off and turning towards him.

“Yeah? Wondering about work or what? I’m all ears now you know.” He said, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand.

Her stomach tightened again as she looked her loving, yet over-protective father in the eyes.

“I was uh...wondering how you would feel if I moved out?” She asked, the thought barely working its way through her anxious mind before spewing out of her mouth.

“What?” He asked, his eyes squinting as he cocked his head to the side.

“I-I just think since I’m an adult now, I’d like to have a place of my own. That way I won’t come between ya and the business as much. I’m tired of hiding, dad.” She said, throwing the gloves on the table as she sat next to him.

“What devils gotten into your bones? Have you been sniffing the snow or drinking me rum?” He asked.

“No dad....I just...I just want to be more independent that’s all.” She said.

“I’ll tell ya what...if you pack the snow for the next month I’ll up your pay so you can get you a place. I’ll chip in some too but getting it on your own will be good for ya. I taught you to shoot but I didn’t teach ya about life aye?” He said.

“No not really. But spare me the lectures. Let’s get home. I’m starving.” She said.

“Alright. Let’s get on with it then.” He said, walking with his cane as they made their way to the car.

As the next few weeks passed, she found herself going into work with a smile. Knowing she’d get to work towards her own place, and for the chance to see the dapper blinder who’d been making regular appearances lately, and to her surprise, for more than business reasons.

He’d been sent by Thomas to crunch numbers and talk bets with Alfie, knowing that he was sent to handle more of the legitimate business than the illegal stuff.

But if Y/N learned anything throughout her years, it was knowing when to make herself known.

She waited until Alfie closed his office door, watching Michael walk down the creaky steps as she did a small whistle.

He turned around and grinned, walking towards her, as was becoming their habit recently.

“Y/N, didn’t think you were here, love. Must’ve been in the back again aye?” He asked, quietly. She nodded and led him to one of the women’s lavatories.

“W-why are we in here? I haven’t even taken you on a date.” He asked, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Shh. There’s no other place right now for us to go. I haven’t told him.” She said.

“Told who?” He asked.

“My-my father. Alfie.” She said, nervously biting her lip as she removed her hand from his. Crossing her arms over her chest.

“Wait...your father is Alfie fucking Solomons?” He asked, his face hardening at the fact. His usual happy demeanor fading.

“Well, adoptive father. He uh adopted me when I was 16 from an orphanage ’round here. He wanted to protect me...from uh...people like you. I guess he’s had some bad history with the blinders and other groups so I’ve been most my life, just working here to pass the time.” She said.

“People like me? What...are you afraid of me?” He asked.

“What? No! I’ve been around dangerous men all my life. I’m just saying that your blinder cousins may not take a liking to me and neither will my father to you. I just have a bad feeling about it.” She said.

“So...what are we to do? Fucking talk in the bathroom every week or what?” He asked, a small smirk playing at his lips.

“We’ll do what I do best. We’ll have to hide.” She said. He looked at her with a confused expression as he put his hand on her hips.

“I get off at 4pm and my father won’t be home until late at night. I usually go straight home, but meet me at the warehouse later around 7pm, yeah?” She asked, seeing him smirk.

“Michael I’m deadly serious. If Thomas or my father finds out we’re as good as dead.” She said.

“Fine...I’ll meet you, but I want you to bring some of the snow. Can you sneak it out?” He asked.

“Yeah. Alright, now go, the workers are coming down the hall.” She said, hearing the plethora of Alfie’s men stomping down the dark hall, making it easier for Michael to slip out un-noticed.

“See you then, Y/N.” He said, pecking her cheek before he left.

She rubbed the spot, her cheeks flushing at the brief contact.

“Y/N?” Alfie’s voice rang from the hall, making her heart race as she thought of all the reasons he could be asking for her, internally praying that it wasn’t because he caught Michael leaving.

“Yeah dad?” She asked, quickly stepping out of the restroom.

“Thought ya ran off love. I was just gonna remind ya I’m working late again.” He said.

“Alright, how many nights are you working late?” She asked.

“Well, probably every day for this month. Thomas and the rest of his blinders are damn near making me lose me mind.” He said.

“Oh...ok. Well I’ll keep an eye on Cyril then. Is it ok if I go out to the shops later? Been wanting to stock up for the new place, for whenever I get it.” She said.

“I mean I’m not going to be there so I can’t stop ya can’t I? You can but remember your gun and that knife. You remember how to use it aye?” He asked.

“Yes dad, I can’t really forget stabbing a man for you, nor can I forget putting a bullet through his head.” She said, shivering slightly at the memory of when things got tense at the shop with a disgruntled employee. Alfie had beaten the man unconscious and dragged the man to the back, telling her that it would be good practice. And it was, but after it was done, she vowed to herself that she’d never use such weapons unless she had to.

“Right, well I have to go deal with some business. I’ll let you off at 4 like usual alright?” He asked.

“Okay, thanks dad. I’ll see you...I guess tomorrow depending on how late you get in.” She said giving him a hug before walking back to her station.

The last few hours dragged on as she reminisced over the past couple of weeks. Her heart skipped a beat thinking about how they’d secretly talk and make out behind the shop where her dad couldn’t see, and how on days like today she had to drag him into the restroom as her heart beat out of her chest at the rebelliousness of it all. It was nothing compared to what she planned to get away with tonight, and for hopefully weeks to come, but it was a small step towards her independence, even if they had to hide their relationship from the world.

As the clock struck 4 she headed towards the back of the building, snagging a bottle of rum from an opened crate and replacing it with one that had just came off the line for the night. Shoving the bottle in her purse as she grabbed a rather small brick of cocaine, it being one of the various runts in the pile they’d received that day.

With quick steps, she went out the door and down to the car that was waiting for her. The purse growing slightly heavy as she continued on. Her father didn’t want her walking home alone of course, and so he arranged for one of his men to routinely take her home, ultimately becoming a blessing and a curse for her independence she was so desperately trying to achieve.

“Hello Tim, I have an odd request today.” She said, counting the huge wad of cash in her purse she’d managed to save up well before asking about apartments

“What’s that Ms.Solomons?” He asked, hid old face wrinkling with a smile.

“Can we stop by the housing department? I’ve had my eye on an apartment for a few weeks. Don’t worry though, I’ve already gotten my fathers approval.” She said, pulling off her biggest lie yet.

“Alright, after that do you wish to go home? He asked.

“Yes please.” She said, watching as the streets zipped by.

Once at the housing department, she told the landlord where she’d like to stay and she followed her to the requested location. Her eyes lit up as she saw the rather grand place. It was just close enough that her father needn’t worry too much while also being just enough of a distance away from the shops she loved going to. It was a rather safe area given the town and her fathers plethora of men protecting her, but she enjoyed the new sense of independence as she gave the woman a cash deposit, along with enough for the years rent.

The woman’s eyes lit up as she saw the amount of cash, Y/N rather un-phased given her fathers business.

“Are you sure Ms.? This is so much in advance.” She said.

“Yes. When shall I move in?” She asked. Checking her watch and seeing it was just after 5pm.

“Oh I’d say ‘round any time next week. Here’s your key, just drop by before you begin moving in.” She said with a smile as she got in her car and left.

“Alright Tim, I’m ready to go home.” She said, a satisfied smile on her face.

“I’m impressed. You got this place yourself? Alfie must be proud.” He said.

“Mhmm.” Y/N said, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she remembered the lie. He’d have her neck if he knew she’d already bought the place earlier than he would’ve liked. But what could it hurt?

The minutes passed rather quickly as she was dropped off at her house, walking inside to see Cyril’s tail wagging as she came through the front door. The house was dimly lit and quiet, just as she’d left it that morning. She played with him and made sure his water bowl was filled, seeing as the maid would help feed him later, but she still loved helping wherever she could.

“Ms. Y/N, I have your dress ready. I’ll feed the dog later and make sure the house is kept before leaving. I hope you enjoy your date.” The older woman said, a genuine smile on her face.

“Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much you’ve helped me these last few weeks. Here.” She said, giving her a few slips of cash from her purse.

“Just as a thank you. I’ll be moving in next week to my apartment. Dad doesn’t know though so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell him.” She said.

The maids eyes widened at the cash in her hand, agreeing with a small smile and a quick nod before returning to her duties. As much as she loved this house, she wanted to do things on her own terms. She wanted to meet people on her own terms, and finally not hide herself. To make more friends than just the maid. To start actually living.

With an excited smile she ran up the stairs, putting the casual dress on and doing her makeup, deciding to leave her hair as-is, then anxiously making her way outside. The purses weight tugging at her shoulder as she walked down the quiet streets, her gun in her purse and her small knife in hand.

Once she neared the warehouse, she sat around the back, taking a swig of the rum before Michael got there to calm her nerves.

She watched the sun set over Camden Town, the birds songs ending as the insects buzzed about, the air turning a bit colder as she looked at her watch. It was just after 7pm, her heart sinking in her chest as she thought he’d stood her up. But after a few moments, she heard footsteps, making her panic slightly not knowing who was behind them. She carefully drew her gun, aiming at the man as he walked closer, his hands soon up in surrender.

“Y/N? It’s me. Michael.” He said, a smirk on his face, lowering his hands.

“I figured you were ‘round back, didn’t think you’d try to shoot me though.” He said.

“Sorry. You never know out here.” She said, putting her gun away and retrieving the cocaine and rum.

“You carried all that here? I’m impressed.” He said, inspecting the cocaine as she opened the bottle, taking another swig from it. She cringed internally as the liquid burned her throat. She’d only drank a few times, not to any huge extent, but now that she was older and more capable, she figured she at least could drink how she pleased.

“How’d you score this rum?” He asked, taking a swig from the bottle as well.

“I stole it from my dads stash in the back. And that coke is one of the runts of the batch, it was too small to pack in the big crates. Figured I’d bring the whole thing since you seemed to know about it a couple weeks ago.” She said, smirking at the memory of their first awkward meeting.

“Have you tried it?” He asked, leaning back against the wall of the warehouse.

“No.” She said turning away from his gaze as she nervously brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“It’s easy. Watch.” He said, unwrapping it and shaving off a sliver of the white substance with her knife. He sat it on top of the brick and made sure it was all crushed, forming it in a straight line.

He handed her the brick carefully as she held it up towards his face, him inhaling the powder through his nose in one fell swoop.

“You want me to shove that shit up my nose? Are you mad?” She asked, giggling as she took another swig from the rum.

“Yeah. Can’t hide from everything love.” He said, his words hitting home probably more than he realized.

“Alright, if I die, my fathers gonna have your head on a spike.” She said.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He said, preparing a smaller amount of the drug and holding it up to where she could inhale it through her nose. Her nostril burned as she did so, the foreign particles lacing their way through her system.

She laughed and shook her head, wiping her nose of any excess powder as she looked up at Michael who was chuckling slightly.

“That was so odd. I’m not doing that again. Not right now anyway.” She said, handing him the bottle of rum as she curled up next to him. It had only been about a month since they’d met, but even then, their interactions became more frequent.

Over the next few weeks, it was as if they’d known each other for years the way they got on. His aunt Polly eventually seeing a spark in his eye that wasn’t there before, and the same went for Alfie.

“You’ve met someone. I can tell.” Polly said one night, catching him coming in drunk on more than one occasion.

“Yeah I did. Tommy can’t do anything about it. It’s not his concern so don’t go telling him.” He said as he stumbled into the house.

As Michael grappled with the weight of seeing an adversaries daughter, Y/N had gradually moved things into her apartment with the help of her driver, all under her fathers nose. But she knew that once her room was more vacant, he’d catch on. Knowing if the blinders didn’t anger him enough, her leaving suddenly surely would.

One night after a drunken date with her mystery boyfriend, Alfie confronted her. Holding the small brick they’d chipped away at over the previous weeks.

“Oi! You wanna explain this? No daughter of mine is going to be sneaking drugs in me house. Do you really think I’m dumb? Cuz I guarantee you I’m not. This can’t happen. Not under my roof.” He said, lighting his cigar.

“Well if you didn’t want to pack it anyway I thought I might as well put it to good use. But uh, I’ll be sneaking it under me own roof from now on. I’ve bought a place if you couldn’t already tell from barging in my room to find that.” She said, folding her arms like she often did when she was frustrated.

Alfie stepped closer to her, his eyes not leaving hers as she barely flinched.

“I’ll find out who you’re doing all this for. Once I do, you’ll wish ya never stole a thing.” He said, walking towards his chair he usually sat on in their grand living room.

Y/N shook her head and chuckled to herself, stomping off towards her room. Her mind raced as she thought about what to do, grabbing what was left of her clothes and hurling them into her suitcases, deciding to leave the house for good in the morning.

Alfie sighed and sat back in his chair as he heard Y/N rummaging around upstairs. The sweet girl he helped raise all of a sudden wanting to leave the nest. 

It seemed like everything was fine in their lives until the peaky fucking blinders waltzed into his shop. Not caring who they destroyed as long as they got their money, their rum, or their drugs.

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