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Savanaclaw: Moonlight
I haven’t written anything in a while so I decided to do this! It’s the second part of dorm ideas for the Moonlight AU by @jackplushie! My favorite bois’ turn hope y’all like it.
Yuu @ everyone: Quit your job.
Boys: Why?
Yuu: Join my emo band phantom thief squad.
Savanaclaw Precinct
Originally just a slow inactive station, Savanaclaw wound up with a lot more work, both at home and abroad, when the Moonlight Thief first burst on stage. With so many early targets being under their jurisdiction, the officers there quickly became the most experienced with the Moonlight Thief specifically. (For as much good as that actually did in stopping any of the thefts.)
Leona is the chief at Savanaclaw. A figure well respected and revered by his fellow officers, if not by himself. Leona's elder brother is a famous figure in international law enforcement, and when it came time for Leona to forge his own path, he decided to stay as far away from Farena as possible. Which unfortunately meant getting stuck in a nowhere city. Leona had no chance of making a name for himself, and mostly spent his days lazing around his office. Until that is, the Moonlight Thief started targeting his precinct. Museums then Villas then Galleries, Leona hadn't had this much work to do since he started. But he was still good at his job, and he quickly managed to always be on top of the Thief's movements. No matter where they struck, Leona was there to meet them. Maybe that's why they so quickly started targeting other cities, and when they did Leona was the first to get called. He finally had what he'd always wanted: recognition. Nothing would solidify that more than catching the Moonlight Thief, permanently for once. It was a shame he got along with them so well.
Ruggie is Leona's second in command, which means he winds up doing a lot of the busy work. Leona wound up hiring him unilaterally upon seeing his potential and they've been stuck together since. Ruggie is... a bit of an oddball when it comes to the Moonlight Thief, he doesn't actually disagree with their actions and usually snickers over the upset rich people they leave in their wake. But his job's his job as he's told them almost everytime they've had a standoff. Ruggie also has the dubious honor of the only person to manage to steal something back. Sure, maybe they got a bit too close and maybe Ruggie wound up getting handcuffed and maybe everytime they meet up Moonlight is either trying to recruit him or staring daggers his way, but the look on their face when Ruggie was halfway to his backup and flashed the necklace at them was priceless.
Jack is a rising star rookie detective at the station, a no nonsense by the books type much to the chagrin of... everyone else. But it's hard for anyone to complain when he gets results, mostly because he's a beast physically. Jack is the only detective other than Ruggie who Leona trusts to lead the defense of a potential theft target. In large part because he's the only other one who's capable of keeping up with the Moonlight Thief, well more than keeping up. He's the only one who can consistently catch up with a fleeing thief. He's had almost as many close calls as Leona, even if Jack drops the ball more... embarassingly. Jack only lies in his reports when he explains why he failed to arrest the thief, because no one believes he got outrun. Usually Jack finds himself getting tricked by some gadget, or worse the thief will make use of his good nature as an opportunity to get away. Not without blowing a kiss back at their 'favorite good boy in blue'. The others might know what it's like to fail to arrest, but those moments are ones Jack is keeping to himself. If only because his tail gets close to spraining whenever he remembers them.
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TRATIOR || rafe cameron x fem reader
summary: the pogues find out yn's secret
warnings: cursing, arguing, soft rafe!!!, fluff?
a/n: idk if i should keep this into to a one shot or make a story!!!!
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you and rafe were in his bed talking when you realized what time it was, 5:29pm
"Shit rafe i gotta go" you said
you jumped off of the bed and quickly put your clothes on
"where are you going?" he asked getting off the bed also
"i gotta go to the chateau to meet up with the pogues"
he groaned.
you grab your backpack and head to the door but before you could open it rafe got in front of you.
"do you have to leave" rafe whines
"yes rafe, i'll be back in a couple of hours" you say
"fine" he groans again but louder this time, he walks back to the bed laying on it getting his phone out, you roll your eyes and exit the room.
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you get on your bike and start pedaling towards the cut.
you and rafe have been dating for a couple of months now but you guys haven't told anyone yet. if the pogues find out that you and rafe have been dating they would be PISSED
thats one of the reasons you dont wanna go public, rafe honestly doesn't give a shit if anyone finds out because he will still love you and you would still love him.
you arrive at the chateau and you see the pogues on the front porch, Sarah was sitting next to john b? why was Sarah here?
kie disliked Sarah for as long as you can remember. When kie and Sarah were friends Sarah threw this party without inviting kie and kie got mad and called the cops.
"you know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her."
you hear kie say as you approach them
"stop talking about me like im not here" Sarah says
"then leave."
"umm whats happening?" you mouth to pope and jj passing kie, Sarah, and john b them to busy arguing to notice you. You walk over to sit in between jj and pope.
"john b is banging Sarah" jj says while laughing
"WHAT" you almost yell
"oh look y/n is here, why dont we ask her opinion is on this" kie says
"please don't" you whine "but if im being honest i dont think its a good idea"
Sarah's scoffs
"oh you can talk" she says looking at you
"what?" you laugh
"like you aren't fucking my brother" she says rolling her eyes and looking away
you immediately go pale.
"is that true y/n?" kie ask you in disbelief
you don't answer her
jj gets up from beside you and just looks at you in disbelief. you look over at pope his hand on his forehead and he's shaking his head disappointed.
"you cant be fucking serious!" jj yells at you "he beat up pope with a golf club and then jumped us with topper and kelce"
jj has had a crush on you ever since you guys were 14 but you didn't feel the same way. Everyone always shipped you guys together but you wouldn't force yourself to date someone you didn't like You only liked jj as a friend but he never really listened to you.
"i-i-im sorry!! but he's different with me" you try to explain to them
"hes just gonna use you like he does every other girl on this island" Sarah says
"no he-" but before you could finish your sentence pope interrupted you
"just leave y/n." he said annoyed not looking at you
"g-guys please!"
"JUST FUCKING LEAVE JEEZ!" jj yells at you, you have never seen him this angry in the whole 7 years you knew him.
tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at him. He had no remorse for what he said he was very angry and you could understand why but none of them even gave you a chance to explain yourself. You quickly grabbed your bag pack and left without looking back.
"AND DONT BOTHER COMING BACK EITHER! HAVE FUN WITH YOUR KOOKY BOYFRIEND" jj yelled before you could leave
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you open the front door to the camerons household, rafe gave you the key when you guys started dating. the house was so quite and cold, you walk up the stairs to rafe room still sobbing.
you open his room door and hes sleep on his bed, it was sometime pass 7 you didn't want to wake him and you were exhausted yourself so you just laid next to him and got under the covers still sobbing quietly. you couldn't believe that jj would ever say that too you, it wasn't like him
you hear rafe groan awake
"y/n is that you" he says in his sleepy voice
"yea"
"are you crying?"
"im fine go back to sleep rafe."
"no.,whats wrong come here" he gestured so you could lay on his chest
you gave in and sobbed in his chest for a while until you fell asleep.
part 2?
this might be bad but i tried 😪 👍🏻
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Doctor’s Secrets
Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: During a very difficult and convoluted case the team stumbles into a secret. Soon they will figure out just how smooth Spencer Reid can really be.
"The man we are looking for targets lonely married women. Women with husbands who have jobs which keep them from home. The unsub is in his early 40s and has a criminal record of violence." As Gideon kept on going to explain to the officers just who they are looking for, Reid had a sudden realization. "This is his way of punishing the husband and the wife at the same time. In his eyes, the husband is guilty of not taking care of her and she is a cheater, much like how his parents were when he was a child. He is violent and often angry. Road rage and public meltdowns are common for the unsub."
"I have to make a call." Reid told Hotch as he suddenly rushed out to make his call.
The team did notice that Reid was rather nervous the entire day, he kept fidgeting and he was uncharacteristically weird. Spencer kept on staring at his phone as if he was waiting for a text or a call.
But no one questioned it.
"You good, Kid?" well no one except for Morgan, of course.
"Yes, I am. I'm only worried a little."
"What this unsub got you scared?"
"I'm... kind of..."
This is when an officer walked over to the room where the team was, knocking on the door.
"Dr Reid, as you requested, your wife is here."
The entire team looked at Spencer.
"WIFE?!" called out Garcia through the phone before she ran to find them.
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You were sitting at home, working when your phone rang.
"Hi Babe." you said as you started to drink your tea.
"Y/N, I sent a car to you, there is a serial killer out there, his profile... he is killing women like you, the police car will be there soon, please just go with them, they will bring you to me." he sounded extremely worried, and you knew what you needed to do.
"I will be fine, Spencer, they just arrived, I'm coming to you."
You heard him let out a long sigh and without another question, you gathered your purse and headed to the cop car.
When you arrived at the station you had no idea what to do.
Spencer always kept you very far from his job so you won't be affected like he once was.
You never minded him keeping you so far from his line of work it did help a lot for you to help him through the harder times.
Spencer and you have been married for the last three years and before that dating for years, his team didn't know about you because he chose not to mention you to any of them.
It was the reason why he always kept his wedding band at home, you weren't really a fan of him not wearing it but you understood.
But now, when he called you, he did make you worry a lot.
Talking about a serial killer who targeted women like you.
"Y/N," you heard your name being called and when you turned you saw Spencer, a smile find its way onto your lips.
"Hi." he went over to you and gave you a hug. "I'm all good." you said when you felt him tighten his grip around you.
"I'll introduce you, come on." he grabbed your hand and guided you into a room. The room was filled with files and photos on a board but for now, you tried to focus on the people as all of them introduced themselves one by one.
"Hi, my name is Penelope, very lovely to meet you."
"Hi, I'm Y/N Reid, nice to meet you as well."
"While we figure things out, Garcia please look after, Mrs Reid." said Hotch.
"OH! I will show you my magic room!" the kind woman chirped as you nodded, you understood they had a job to do.
Penelope was a very nice woman, her room, was filled with monitors and she kept on going over them.
"Can-Can I ask you something?" you asked as you rolled over to her in your chair.
"Of course,"
"Spencer said that the killer targets women like me. Can-Do you know what he meant?"
"From what I heard, the killer targets women with husbands who stay away for longer periods, this is his way of punishing the people who are like his parents were."
"I see, I was trying to think if I have seen or heard anything but-"
"This is not your fault, Spencer did well on protecting you as he should."
"I know but, there are women out there who don't have a husband with such knowledge, they are in danger. I cannot help but think that while I had the opportunity to run away and hide, many of them don't."
"Don't blame yourself, Sweetie. This is not your fault at all. And you being here helps Spencer concentrate so they can catch the killer faster."
"Thank you."
"Of course," she smiled as the phone rang, she picked up, it was on speaker.
"Talk to me, Hot Stuff."
"Garcia, can you check on a Dr Thomas Jones?"
"Works in New Jersey, family medicine doctor, no criminal record, divorced, his wife now lived in California... guess she ran as far as she could."
"Oh God." Garcia looked at you as you said that. "I know him."
"Y/N? What do you mean?" Derek said on the phone.
"He was my doctor, I used to go every other month for a check-up. He-He tried to hit on me many times but I told him I'm married. I always thought he was weird."
"Good, thanks, we can use that against him. Thanks, Garcia, Y/N."
Derek hung up the phone as you looked at Penelope.
"One time, I went because I had a fever, he was touching me but I thought I was only imagining it because I had a high fever. I didn't go to him after that."
"So, that's how he chooses his victims. He knows about your husband, he has all of your info."
"The sick bastard. I should have told Spencer."
"It's okay, Y/N. We will catch him now." you nodded as she began to type. You moved back to the table but you couldn't concentrate. You just hoped the horror would end.
You and Penelope went to get some coffee when Spencer barged into the kitchen.
"We got him." he smiled and you saw him letting out a long sigh. You smiled at him as you put your mug down, heading over and giving him a hug.
"I'm proud of you." you said as you pulled away, returning to your coffee.
"SO, as I was saying, the store had a sale but the bag I had my eyes on for months, just disappeared." Penelope groaned behind you as you turned to look at him, sitting down by the table, you turned to Spencer.
"I can wait for you, if you have paperwork."
"Okay, I'll try and be quick." he smiled and you nodded before you returned to the conversation with Penelope.
Spencer run to his desk as he sat down he noticed Derek looking at you from where he was sitting by his desk.
"You got lucky, Reid." Derek said. "But why keep it a secret?" Morgan now looked at Spencer.
"I thought we were friends, you could have told us." Emily now also sat down at her desk joining the conversation.
"It was a small wedding, only her parents and my mum, that's all I had time for. But she didn't mind, she said she understands that I'm busy. She often says she wouldn't have married me if she didn't know what it comes with." Hotch hearing that, really felt a pain in his chest, but everyone else could only smile at Spencer.
"Let's go out for a drink sometime, so we can get to know her like Garcia did." said Jason Gideon as he grabbed his bag and left for the weekend.
Spencer could only smile as he soon finished his report.
"Let's go home." you turned around at his voice.
"Let me grab my bag." you headed back to Garcia's room. "It was nice meeting with all of you." you said to everyone as you waved goodbye. Spencer's hand was on your waist as he guided you to the elevator.
"Garcia?" asked Hotch as everyone looked at him.
"She is perfect, so kind and smart." Hotch nodded before heading back to his office.
Everyone was more intrigued now, they all wanted to get to know you.
No one could believe that their boy-wonder was keeping such secrets.
As Spencer started to drive, you turned to him.
“I really like your team.”
“They like you too.” he smiled.
“Do you think I could get to know them better?”
“Of course, Gideon already wants to go out for drinks so he could talk with you.”
“Oh great, cannot wait to get profiled by him.”
“Well-”
“Shut it! I know you already did but I don’t want to know!”
“You got it, Darling.”
“Penelope is a sweetheart, she gave me so many names of stores to get clothes.”
“Please don’t start dressing like her. I like your style already.” you smiled at that.
“Thank you, Spencer. I know I should have told you about Dr Jones... but you are already so busy.”
“I’m never too busy for you, Love.” he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.
You soon arrived home, took a nice shower and hit the bed. You were always very worried that his team won’t like you, but now, after meeting them, you felt at ease.
You just couldn’t wait to meet them once again, after all, they are your husband’s second family.
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Hi Keyes! Nice to meet you ❤️ I was wondering if you would accept a request 👉🏻👈🏻
Its my first time asking for requests! So sorry if Im not clear enough of if I forget the rules. Im totally new at this T-T
I had this idea in my mind for a long time and I was wondering if you could consider writing it! Kayn x fem reader headcannons where Kayn falls haaaard for reader cause he found a partner in crime in her. They both like to cause a little trouble here and there, and also he found someone that could drive ever FASTER than him.
Omg Im so in love with him 😮💨❤️
Thank you and hope Im not breaking any rules!
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♡ Nice to meet you, you're so sweet!! Thank you for your fantastic request, I loved writing it! I hope you'll feel free to request more in the future (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
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KAYN
Instead of traditional nicknames like "honey" or "babe", Kayn exclusively calls you his little demon. Given your wild side, it's pretty accurate.
All it takes to get Kayn to do something is a dare. He has a hard time turning down dares as is, but if it's coming from you? His partner in crime and chief enabler? Oh, no way in hell he's backing down. Naturally it works for big, bold things: popping a wheelie on the Paranoia MV motorcycles, climbing a water tower, vandalizing a cop car. It also works for small things, too, though. Dare him to get you a glass of water or give you a kiss and he'll roll his eyes, but comply. "Oh, a dare, huh? You know I can't turn those down." He folds to your innocent, cute demands like paper. Just be mindful, though; he knows you're a troublemaker too, and he's not afraid to throw a dare or two of his own your way.
Whenever Ernest is naughty, fingers immediately point at you and Kayn. "He gets it from you two," the rest of Heartsteel claims. Kayn just shrugs. "We're his favorite," he defends (not true—Ezreal is clearly Ernest's favorite, but it's best not to rub that in Kayn's face). "Of course he's gonna take after us." He rubs Ernest's ears, completely ignoring the fact that he just stole food off the counter or shredded K'sante's favorite shoes. "Yeah, you're our little monster, huh?" If you didn't know any better, you might think Kayn is encouraging the dog's troublemaking...
(He is. He totally is. You've literally seen him sneak Ernest a treat after turning one of Sett's plushies into a chew toy.)
Kayn nabbed your phone one time and set the home screen as a picture of his mug shot from the music video. Not to be outdone, you stole his phone and set the home screen as a picture of your mug shot. Kayn has nothing but questions. "Is this real?? The fuck did you do? Why do you look so hot in this..." Of course, you don't tell him if it's real or staged. You can't give away all your secrets so easily, now, can you?
There's a change jar in the Heartsteel apartment kitchen marked "Kayn and (Y/N)'s Bail Fund". At first you thought it was a complete joke, but then you noticed Ezreal drop a twenty in there after Kayn broke a Taco Bell drive-thru window during a night-out. Now you're not so sure. Either way, hopefully you'll never have to use it for that.
Every single time you and Kayn go somewhere, it's a race. You line your cars up at the mouth of the parking garage and then you fucking go. You've raced to McDonald's for lunch, raced him to his rehearsals, you even raced him to a funeral one time. There are no rules except 'get there first', and yes, this little game has resulted in multiple speeding tickets. But whatever what's a small fine compared to an adrenaline rush? They wouldn't put 130 on the speedometer if they didn't want you to do it.
Kayn and you have been permanently banned from a fair handful of establishments. Reasons why include: totaling a go-kart, throwing bowling balls overhead, bribing a ring toss worker to get a gigantic Bulbasaur without playing the game (Sett really, really wanted it). And that's the beginning. Don't even get Yone started on the infamous Laser Tag Incident...
The perfect date for you two is a rage room. Yone got you and Kayn passes for a local rage room for Kayn's birthday one year. Playing frisbee with glass dinner plates? A surprisingly good time. Sure, they may have asked you not to come back after Kayn got a little rowdy with an old radio and an extension cord (you asked him how high he thought he could slingshot the thing and the answer was "pretty fucking far", which of course he had to prove), but it was a good time regardless. Whenever Kayn's feeling extra stressed and you don't want to deal with the fallout around real property damage, you take him to a rage room for the afternoon and smash bottles to your hearts' content.
Kayn never paid much attention to minor scrapes and bruises before meeting you. But, since you're now hopping fences or slipping through open windows together, he's suddenly become attuned to the bumps acquired while daredevilling. He keeps a small container of band-aids in his bag just for you. "I might have some bandages in here," he grumbles whenever you get scraped up. "Dunno if I used 'em all." (Of course he hasn't. They're your band-aids and he wouldn't dream of using one.)
Whenever Kayn just needs to talk, the two of you often sneak into an old building to do it. Getting caught puts your nerves on edge, for sure, but it allows Kayn to pretend he's not anxious about discussing his own feelings or worries. Of course he feels vulnerable, you two are trespassing! That's totally why his palms are sweating and his chest feels tight. It has nothing to do with his deep-seated reluctance to talk about his emotions. If you can tell Kayn's wound up extra tight, offer to sneak into a nearby community pool or abandoned gas station late at night. Under cover of darkness, in the silent hallways of a vacant building, Kayn lets you take a peek under his dark shell.
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Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!
I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea
Can't wait to read more of your fics!
Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written.
Anyway, here’s your fic!
there’s orange juice in the kitchen
You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps.
You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine.
It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice.
The hormones don’t help either.
But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out.
You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off.
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You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain.
It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie.
Ah, right. Jamie.
Your boyfriend.
Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago.
Shit.
You call him back and he answers on the first ring.
“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”
You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”
“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”
“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”
Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”
You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side.
“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”
Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff.
Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate.
“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
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Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags.
“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross.
Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.
Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun.
“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”
“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out.
For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”
You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross.
So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.
A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does.
“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”
“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”
Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are.
“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking.
“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”
You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out.
“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt.
“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”
You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”
“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”
“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”
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It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep.
#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt#ted lasso
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Jaden getting addicted to reader’s smile as she becomes his own addiction
Smile Struck Introduction
pairing: yandere! Hood Drug Dealer Jaden 💸 x Fem Reader
summary : meeting of course, its a little long but enjoy n give feedback! I love Jaden omg
warnings: drugs will be involved in most of his stories… he’s a drug dealer duh! and cursing
Authors note : check out my oc profiles to learn more about jaden
Jaden liked to drive to clear his head. Of course, he could relax at home. But something about driving with no purpose other than to think and listen to music calmed him. There was no destination, that would ruin the relaxation. He just drove until he felt calm. He could think straight. Breathe easy.
And he loved his car. He cared for it like it was his first and only child. He never let his car get dirty. Never missed an oil change. Hell, he never even let the gas go below a quarter of a tank. His car was just one of the things he was proud of. His career choice although illegal, he was proud of.
He always made sure his family was straight. He played it safe, he had little to no enemies, and his criminal record was clean. He also had respect. In his hood, people knew and respected him. He didn’t sell to kids, he didn’t go around starting fights, and he didn’t bring the cops snooping around in the area.
It was a Monday night, people weren’t exactly blowing up his phone trying to get served, so he had time for his relaxing drive. As his drive neared its end he stopped at a nearby gas station. His car would attract attention of course, but nothing most folks weren’t used to. This was the inner city, with plenty of tricked-out cars.
He wanted a pack of gum and a bottle of water. Also to fill his beloved car with premium gas. He loved to chew gum. Later you’d notice when you kissed him you could taste it.
He hopped back on the highway to head home. He felt great. Things were good for him. Business was good. Life was good. His mom didn’t have to worry about much. That’s what mattered most to him.
A smile on his face as he drove, was soon removed. He felt the powerful jolt of another car hitting his rear. He was a player but not too player for a seatbelt luckily. He was unharmed …. But his most prized possession was not. His jaw clenched as he unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of his car and assess the damage. Oh, and curse the other driver the fuck out!
They were 100 percent at fault. They rear-ended him. He would never drive so recklessly not in his baby! When he stepped out of his car he was bombarded by you.
“OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OK??? IM SO FUCKING SORRY PLEASE DO NOT CALL THE POLICE!!!”, you screamed frantically with tears streaming down your face. In your disheveled state, you grabbed him, hands all over his chest checking for injuries.
Wow, you were breathtaking even in tears and in shock. He had expected some ugly ass old man had hit his car. Not you, the most gorgeous woman he had seen in a while. He had to get on your good side. So instead of cursing you out as previously planned he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, “I’m fine, are you ok? no cops sweetness I promise.”
“Oh hello, my goodness, yes I’m ok, but I’m sure my car isn’t, and I don’t even want to think about what I’ve done to yours.” You replied hands still in his against his chest.
“Don’t worry we’ll get it fixed, from the looks of it mine is still drivable… but yours … you should probably call your man to pick you up.” He was fishing, he hoped and prayed you didn’t have a man. And even if you did, no one he couldn’t get rid of.
“Uh no actually I don’t have a boyfriend, I’ll call my dad, he’s going to kill me …fuck.” With that realization, you began to sob. Cute, you were a little crybaby.
“Shh shhh, I can drive you, and I can get it towed I know a guy it’s free.” He cooed; he already didn’t like to see you cry. Especially if he could fix it. He had tons of connections, none with a tow truck though, no worries he’d pay.
“No that’s too much, I fucked your car up, and now you’re helping me, you should be getting my information and taking my dumb ass to court.” You replied.
“Oh yeah that, let’s exchange information, I just need your name and number my insurance company can sort the rest out.” That was a lie, he didn’t plan on filing a claim, and he had enough cash on him to cover the repairs. But he did need your name and number.
“Of course, it’s f/n l/n, 000-000-0000” you spoke while he inserted it in his phone and texted the tow company.
“Got it, my guy is on the way with the tow truck, oh and I know a nice repair shop it’ll be the cheapest I told him to take it there. I’m sure I can get you a low price.” Now that was the truth, his uncle had one of the best repair shops in the city. The price would be free because he would pay and not tell you.
“My gosh I can’t thank you enough sir, you are so nice, especially considering the circumstances” You couldn’t believe the kindness and mercy of this handsome … very handsome stranger after you hit his very expensive car.
“No problem, it’s what I do. You can call me Jaden, not sir, sweetness. Hop in, I’ll take you wherever you need.” He replied with a smirk.
And that’s when he saw it…. Your smile. Your smile was so big, bright, and beautiful. He swore he almost fell over. Your smile was natural he could tell you never had braces but cared for your teeth. They weren’t fake like the veneers lots of girls would get these days, they were natural in color. He swore he could count all 32 of them.
You were gorgeous before. but something about that smile. It did things to him, his mind, his body. He knew he would do literally anything to keep that smile on your face. Whatever it took, whatever he could do. And if it was something he couldn’t, he’d become a better man for you so he could.
He had to see you again. He had to make you want him like he wanted … no needed you. Even though you had nearly demolished the back side of his first love, and when he thought about the damage, he damn near threw up. You had given him the opportunity to insert himself into your life, so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
So, as he drove to your apartment, you two talked, starting to get to know each other. You both liked what you saw and what you heard. He realized you were new to the city, no close friends, or relatives. No way to get to and from work while your car was being repaired. So, he offered. Of course, at first, you declined it was too much. You barely knew each other, he had already done so much, what about his job? He reassured you and told you he owned his own business it was fine, what else would you do? So, you agreed. He was elated, now he could see his sweetness every day. At least for a little. But no, it wouldn’t end there, he was smooth. He’d ask you out before your car was fixed. Fuck that he’d ask you as soon as possible. He didn’t mean to rush things. He just knew you were perfect for him.
The first day he came to pick you up, you texted him to honk and just text he was outside. But he was a gentleman at least for you. He came to your door and knocked. You were shocked but smitten by the gesture. Even more so when he had breakfast ready for you in his car, opened all the doors for you, buckled you in, and asked what you wanted to listen to. That same evening, he asked you on a date at the end of the week. To which you agreed. You were excited, he was kind, and so many other things. Your rides to and from work were filled with laughs and smiles from both of you.
On that Saturday evening, you two went on your first date. He made sure to trap all week so he could spoil his darling. He took you to a very nice restaurant. He sat beside you in the booth, not across from you. He liked to be closer to you. His large body blocked you in and you couldn’t even be seen by outsiders he liked that. Your outfit was beautiful. For work, you still looked stunning, but you dressed more formally, not yourself. But here with him on this date, you let your creativity flow in your outfit. He was fly, and you matched it. It wasn’t revealing but man did it arouse him, you always did.
At the end of your date at a mom-and-pop ice cream shop. Where of course once again you insisted on paying, he frowned at you and pulled out a stack of cash. Your displeasure disappeared once you two were at the table sharing ice cream. You even used the same spoon. You didn’t realize it, but he did, it was intentional he was even feeding you. He made sure you got a spoonful first, so he could taste you off the spoon. When he drove you to your apartment and came to a park you turned to him, “Jaden, I don’t want to seem fast, or like a hoe or something but I really like you. Thank you for everything, from my car to the perfect date.”
If he could Jaden would dap himself up. He knew he had a game. But with you, he had to be careful, you were special. He turned to you and spoke up, “It’s no problem sweetness, any man would do it for the woman he’s interested in.” He said as he grabbed your hand from the console intertwining it with his and kissing the back of it.
Whew, your pussy was on fire. You had to get out of this car before he had you in the backseat. Then he’d really think you’re a hoe. Of course, he wouldn’t but you thought so. “Jaden uhm I should probably head inside, would you … would you like a kiss?” You could barely get it out before he grabbed the back of your neck kissing you deeply. You were starstruck, while he seemed so calm, so reserved. But inside he was crazy for you. The kiss was perfect, your lips and his lips together sent a chill down his spine and made this dick throb. He willed it down. He would be good to you.
“Goodnight y/n, let me walk you up, I’ll text you when I get home. You will call me before you go to sleep, sweetness?”, He asked.
“Of Course, Jaden,” you replied.
He planned on making you some part of his life the day you met but this week and tonight’s date sealed the deal, and if that wasn’t enough, you smiled at him with all 32 of your teeth before you closed and locked the door to your apartment. There it was that smile; damn he was absolutely sprung.
#exophelia#darling core#darlingcore#yandere vent#obsessive love#yandere thoughts#yanderecore#yandere#actually obsessive#obsession#actually obsessed#obslove#obsessive yandere#obsessivecore#obsessive thoughts#soft yandere#black reader#black fanfiction#black fem reader#black fem!reader#ndere x you#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere imagines#yandere x darling#yandere oc x reader#tw yandere#fem reader#yandere insert#fluff
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day 320
the art for today is actually the massive quantity of koulourakia i made tonight. its the first time i've tried one of my grandma's recipes since she passed away and it was... vague to say the least! using juice glasses and bottlecaps as units of measurement and such. no bake time listed, operating on vibes alone. but I did it! and yes i know these are usually specifically easter cookies but they are tasty with tea or coffee all year round so I am making them for friendsgiving.
anyway here's grandma's recipe, edited by me for clarity lol
Recipe Makes: A buttload of cookies. Frankly you should probably half this. But if you are somebodys yiayia and you are making them for the whole fam don’t worry about it.
Ingredients & Supplies
7 eggs (6 for the dough, 1 for the egg wash)
1 cup vegetable oil (we use corn oil but any veg oil will work)
2 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups sugar
6 tsp baking powder
½ tsp salt
~6 cups flour
Sesame seeds (to preference)
1 Large mixing bowl (seriously you will need a Big Bowl if you aren’t halving the recipe)
1-3 baking sheets (depending on the size of the sheets/if you want to just reuse one and bake in multiple batches, etc)
Some open counter space to roll out your dough as you’re shaping it
Optionally a brush for your egg wash but if ya nasty like me, you can just use your fingers. You’re gonna have your hands all over these things anyway so as long as you’re washing them it’s fine.
Directions:
Preheat your oven to 350°F
Mix your wet ingredients together, then cream mixture together with the sugar, salt, and baking powder
Add your ~6 cups of flour gradually until you get a thick dough. The key is that you should be able to shape the dough with your hands and not have it stick to your fingers.
Sprinkle some flour on your staging area (wherever you’re gonna be rolling out your dough) and roll your dough out into small snakes. For the twist shapes, mine tend to end up about 10” long? But its just the sort of thing you’ll have to get a feel for. You can do as many twists in it as you want, go nuts! Or do other shapes! I’m an artist not a cop.
Once you have a full tray, beat your last egg in its own bowl, and coat the top of each cookie with a thin layer of the egg. This is the glue for your sesame seeds!
Sprinkle sesame seeds on your egg-coated cookies, as much or as little as you like. I’m a heavy sesame seed kinda guy myself. I just think it makes them look better.
Pop a tray onto the center rack of your oven for 15-20min, until the cookies are a light golden brown. Measure this with your heart.
Optional: Dunk those bad boys in your favorite Hot Drink. Get some tea or coffee or something. Actually I know I said this step was optional but I lied, you gotta do it.
anyway if u end up using the recipe let me know! send pics or something!
#day 320#year 4#it me#sorta. my hands there.#not art#i mean kinda art! but not like a drawing#i. severely underestimated the amount of cookies i was gonna have to twist up here.#it took longer than i thought. thus no drawing time#BUT LOOK i made things! i created! thats like kinda the point right#idk ive posted like. friendship bracelets and embroidery and cosplay and shit here i think An Interpretation Of A Family Recipe is fine
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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy Pt. 2
Chapter 1
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: None
A/N: Chapter two is finally here! Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday, whatever you celebrate, and hope NYE is just as good! I’m not home from holiday yet but apparently that didn’t stop me from writing a little whenever I could on holiday. Hope you enjoy this chapter as they get a little more familiar with each other :3 Reblogs appreciated!! <3
Horrific first impressions aside, you were ready to embrace this Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish character as one of your own. Sure, you had been mere moments from cracking him over the head with a bottle and feeding him by hand to the vultures, but if Simon could put up with him then you could too. Perhaps you had just caught him on a bad day.
You shook his hand amicably, choosing to ignore the way he winked at you and held onto your hand just a little too long for your liking, having to practically wrench your hand out from his grip. You stood with an albeit strained smile on your face as Simon, in one of his rare moods for excited talking, regaled tales of him and Soap out on horses in towns further from here than you could ever imagine. You even politely offered to bring Soap’s dinner up to his room later for him, after he complained that his ass was aching from sitting on a horse for too long.
“Ah, maybe I can teach ye some of my trade secret massage techniques to use on me, aye lass?” He copped a swift smack on the head from Simon for that comment, and you took a smoke break.
With the sun setting before you, smoke from your cigarette tiredly billowing in front of you, the chatter from the bar dying out, you sighed. Sliding down with your back on the wall to sit in the dirt, you ran your hand through your hair.
You enjoyed keeping yourself busy; kept you from thinking too much. But in those quiet moments where you snuck off to smoke, you sometimes found comfort in the way your brain still seemed to careen with life, even in silence. At the moment, it seemed to be fixated on your parents, and the tavern they left to you and your brother in their passing.
You were so young then.
Don’t think about it.
The faint sound of a glass smashing was what dragged you back to earth, back into the bar, broom in hand and smoke still whispering its way from your lips. You swept mindlessly, still not all present. You had failed to recall the other times, where the silence was hostile, would bite and claw its way into your sides and sink its teeth in like a parasite.
The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as you felt someone walk just a little too close behind you, and you weren’t at all surprised to look up and see that it was Soap that had invaded your space. You slid uncomfortably back into reality.
“Here, lemme help ye with that one, lass.” Before you could even begin to say you didn’t need help with sweeping, Soap was already on his knees in front of you. Continuing the theme of doing things before you could tell him not to, he was scooping the glass into his bare hands, and then immediately hissing as blood began to weep from a cut on his finger.
You rolled your eyes and propped the broom up on the wall beside you, before kneeling down with Soap. “Stupid,” you muttered, before gently ridding his hands of the glass and clutching his injured one in your own. “What were you expecting, picking up broken glass with your bare hands like that.”
Soap shrugged, his eyes glued on your face instead of his bleeding hand, a detail which you avidly ignored. “Dunno,” he said simply, and you thought he was finished—any other cowboy would end the conversation there, stick with the fact that they don’t know jack and be on their merry way. Unfortunately, Soap wasn’t any other cowboy. “Could ye kiss it better for me, bonnie?”
You dropped his hand with a curt “you’re fine,” and averted your attention to the glass on the floor, sweeping it into a dish rag to take outside, Soap’s cackles accompanying you out the door.
Just as you finish dumping the glass where no one would step on it, you were greeted once a with Soap as you turned around.
“Was only jokin’, lass,” he says with a smirk that told you he probably wasn’t. “Don’t get yer panties in a knot, ‘sides, already got the whole talk from yer brother.” He placed a hand over his heart and spoke solemnly, “I’m not ta touch a hair on yer wee bonnie head, else Ghost’ll never ride with me again.” He began to saunter up to you, hands in his pockets and his head at an annoying tilt that feigned innocence.
Like a dog.
“I know ye were mighty excited at the prospect of gettin’ that massage from me, maybe even gettin’ a little somethin’ else.” He circled you, like he was sizing you up, seeing if you were fit to eat. “But alas, we’re out of luck.” A large, rough hand placed on your shoulder, not yet a threat, but enough of a presence that it could quickly become one if he wanted it to—they were hands that he knew how to use. “Although…”
More like a wolf, or a coyote. Big teeth.
You brushed off his hand with a little more haste than you intended. “Sorry,” you said, a bitter glare burning from your eyes but not quite seeming to register in his, “but I’m not interested. Your room is upstairs, two doors down, on the right.” You patted him on the shoulder in a not quite friendly, but not quite aggressive kind of way, and headed into the bar to start closing up.
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Simon caught you just as you were bidding goodbye to the last few stragglers to leave, a plate of food in his hands. “Oh, I’ve already eaten, Si, but thank you,” you said, warmly.
“Oh, this ain’t for you,” Simon chuckled, and flicked his head to the ceiling. “‘s for Johnny—you said you’d bring it up to him. I would, but I’ve got my hands full with matters outside.”
Cowboy matters, you were sure. Riveting stuff. The speed at which the smile dropped from your face was surely record breaking. You took the plate from his hands and bid your brother goodnight, feeling at the very least glad that he was in a good mood. Regardless of whether that mood had anything to do with the cowboy upstairs, Simon being happy was a good thing.
Biting back any reservations you had towards interacting with that fiend again, you climbed trepidatiously up the stairs to Soap’s room. You stood in front of the door, searching inside yourself for any ounce of kindness. He had been nothing but unpleasant to be around any time you spoke, but surely, surely he had to be at least semi decent for Simon to think so highly of him.
You knocked and you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
For a moment you thought, with a little glee, that perhaps he had gone and died, but much to your chagrin, he opened the door.
“Sorry ta keep ye waitin’, lass. Was just putting’ my clothes back on—didn’t wanna startle ye.” Soap was stood in the doorway, looming over you like some sort of predator, with a smirk on his face that said he’d like to do much more than startle you. He was sweating too, the gross hound.
“Dinner,” you said, simply, offering up the plate to him with the most polite expression you could muster, under the current circumstances. Your eyelid twitched.
Soap’s attention seemed to flick immediately to the food before him, and he lit up, rubbing his hands in glee. “Och yer an angel, ‘m bloody starvin’, come in, come in.” He ushered you into the room as if he were some sort of welcoming host and you were his eager guest.
Each guest room in the tavern was laid out much the same. A double bed, a table with two chairs and a bucket with some water and a rag, in case whoever was in there wanted to wash. You pressed yourself flat against the closed door as Soap set the plate down on the table nearby, breath hitching in pain as he did so. Your brows furrowed in concern.
“Everything alright there?” You asked, trying to be civil. You wished you hadn’t.
Soap clutched his finger and let out a wailing mockery of pain, catching you completely off guard. “Woe is me! My poor finger, lass! Still it weeps in pain and anguish!”
“Will you keep it down!” you hissed, eyes wide and alert as you rushed to him. “There are people trying to sleep here! Besides, it’s just a tiny cut, you’re fine.”
“Ohh but it’s not fine! I need a little kiss on my wound from a lovely bonnie lass to heal my ails and raise my spirits! Please oh please will ye kiss it better?”
You startled, coming to the abrupt realisation that perhaps this was the reason Simon liked the guy—he was kinda funny (if you squinted real hard and stood at a distance). You chuckled, finding a smile on your lips for the first time since you began interacting with him, and shushed him like a child. “Okay, okay, but only if you promise to keep it down.”
The grin on Soap’s face could have melted glaciers. It wasn’t a bad look, and you were struck with the thought that if he never opened his mouth to speak again, maybe he could be attractive. He was practically glowing as he thrust his finger towards you, wrapping it in your hands. His hand was warm. “Of course, lass, I promise, cowboy’s honour and all that—just give it a wee smooch for me.”
You scoffed but obliged anyway. ‘What’s the harm in entertaining him anyway,’ you thought, raising his finger to your lips.
It was much more intimate of an act than you anticipated—the way he seemed to fall completely silent, not even breathing, in fact you weren’t even sure if you yourself were breathing. The way his finger felt, cushioned against your pouting lips, the way he could have stuck his finger in your mouth so easily if he had chosen to. The way he seemed to shudder, as you kissed his finger, as if this alone was pleasure enough for him.
You let go of his hand the minute if felt too intimate for you, laughing dismissively. “Stupid,” you murmured, averting your gaze.
Soap, on the other hand, was thrilled. He held his hand close to his heart, muttered “I’ll never wash my finger again,” and pressed it to his own lips, making sure to look directly at you.
“That was foul,” you said simply.
“Cannae believe we just had our first kiss!”
“That was not a kiss, that was me kissing your finger and then you kissing your finger after.”
“We’re practically married now, bonnie!”
“You’re insane.”
“D’ye think ol’ Ghost’ll officiate our wedding?”
“You’re delusional. Eat. Your food’s getting cold.”
Soap moved to the table and gestured to the chair opposite his. “Sit! We can have our first meal together as husband and wife,” he exclaimed, propping his chin on his hands like an eager child.
You shook your head, a faint smile still lingering on your lips despite your still remaining reservations about the man before you. “No, Soap, I’m okay. I really should be getting to bed now.”
Soap’s brow furrowed, and for once you saw an emotion on his face other than a smug, confident grin. It startled you, if only a little. “Come on, lass, just stay for a little, I’ll even feed ye some if ye want?”
“Goodnight, Soap.” You turned to leave, but a hand on your wrist stopped you. You did not turn to face him. You would not.
“Please, lass. Stay. I just…”
“Goodnight. Soap.” You brushed his hand off, leaving before he could think of a way to finish his sentence, before you could see the way his lips downturned. Your bed was cold that night, and you dreamt of Soap finishing his cold meal on his own, and lying down in his own cold bed. In another world, maybe you could have found it in yourself to regret it.
#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#soap call of duty#soap cod#soap x reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish x reader#soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish#john mactavish x reader#Slow burn#slow burn romance#save a horse ride a cowboy#soap mactavish#cowboy soap x reader#cowboy soap mactavish
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Dark! Jason Dilaurentis X Black Reader
Warnings: language, back shots, slight forced motion, bathroom sex, oral
"y/n, get your ass over here right now" the blonde said through the phone. You and four others were best friends with the meanest girl in Rosewood.
Even worse, she would force you specifically to sleepover at her house. Days ago, she had told you she was getting anonymous texts from someone named "A". Meaning, Allison was as clingy has ever. I’ve never seen her scared before. I was genuinely worried.
So when she called I always went.
"Fine, just let me pack my stuff" I uttered. I frantically stuffed my bag with needed necessities, and made my way over to Ali's.
I knocked on her front door and to my surprise, her big brother Jason answered it. He glared at me erotically, as if I wore a naked bird waiting for its mother to bathe him.
The glare went on for about a minute. Was he going to let me through or what. I hope Alison comes down the stairs, I hate awkward silences. Jason was so tall and so muscular you could his body print through the shirt. I couldn’t deny it, Jason was really fine. The first time I met him was in the summer of 6th grade, I was sure he was annoyed by me.
“Do you wanna go to your friend or should I close the door” he asks. I shake my head yes and walk past him and I go straight to Allison’s room. I don’t even look back, my body aches in embarrassment. Jason seemed mad, maybe something happened before I came and now I made him more upset.
Hours have gone by, and we still haven't figured out who "A" is. I don’t want to sound like a bad friend or anything but I’m not really surprised that Allison has someone bothering her. She torments other people and I hate when she does that shit. I almost stopped being her friend because of it ,she begged me for days to forgive her and I finally budged.
Allison was really scared though, I’d never seen her in this state before, she’s usually the bully but now she’s the bullied. She’s digging in her box, looking at all the notes from A. I squeeze her shoulder, so she’s knows I’m here for her. “Alli maybe you should give this a break, and A hasn’t texted once since I have been here, maybe they’re done”
“They are not, I’m telling you if u weren’t here, they would be sending paper plates to my window with threats” She looks at me as her face is puffy, I haven’t made to much attention to her face since I got here, but her eyes are puffy and her skin is red. She had been crying. “We could go to the cops and report them” As I finish the sentence she breaks out into tears crashing into her bed. “Don’t you think I thought that, they’ll hurt me if I do it” I’m about to open myself but her mother walks right in and calls us for dinner.
The table was so quiet, it differed largely from my household. There was no loud kids crying , no small conversations nothing.
I kept trying to figure out who would be trying to mess with Allison but the list of people who hated ali was too long. She’s so scared and fragile kind of like a baby, it was like I was walking on glass around her. I could say one thing and she’ll crack. I didn’t know what to say to her and she didn’t tell the rest of the girls, so I don’t have anyone else to talk about this too.
I picked at my spaghetti and meatballs, twirling the noodles on my fork. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a large hand on my thigh, I look down to see Jason's hand caressing it.
I didn’t hate it, it’s not like Jason was unattractive but he was Ali’s big brother so he was automatically off limits. I learned that when Hannah looked at him too hard last summer and Ali had a fit. If she sees this she’s definitely gonna do more then have a fit. I can’t do this Ali, she was just crying infront of me upstairs and now I’m getting touched by her brother, am I a bad friend.
I closed my eyes hoping when I open them again his hand would disappear but it didn’t. I opened them again to still see his hand still on my bare thigh. I had to leave. Allison and I have had our arguments and pretty fights but this is pushing it. I get Allison mad but who knows what she would do is she was furious.
"Can I be excused" I asked before getting up without hearing an answer. I had to get out of that situation, I head to bathroom and wash my face, I was sweating like crazy. I look at myself in the mirror to see Jason behind me. His hard body was pressed up on my butt. I realize I was practically arching in front of the mirror.
“You were gonna leave with out saying goodbye” he asked. I look at him using the mirror,he was looking down at me. N-no just needed to step away for a few” I stuttered. He moved his body slowly caressing his groan on my butt.The feeling was painful but a good painful, I wanted to feel more of that.
If Ali sees this I’m dead. Before I knew it Jason pants came off and so did mine. He bent me over the sink and my arch was lowkey pretty. He moved his dick up and down, teasing me. He slide it inside slowly , we both moaned as it was entering. He started slow and I couldn’t control myself, my moans were just slipping out with no control. Hearing this he went even faster, he covered my mouth. So nobody would hear, his groans were low and sexy.
"You like that princess" he asked. I couldn’t even answer, his dick was taking me away. He went faster and faster, you could hear the sink rattling a little bit. I was enjoying it but I was getting worried, what if Allison came looking for me, I’ve been gone for some time now. He grabs my neck and he goes fully in, he takes slow shots. I’m taking every inch of him. He groaned loudly, he came.
He was so close behind me, I could feel his body heat. He turned me around and looked in my face. I didn’t look away for a second. He was so beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His lips looked so soft, I had to taste them. I leaned in and kissed him , he kissed back. Our tongues were fighting each other and his mouth tasted like fresh mint. He was such a good kisser, I loved every sound he made. He groaned and I moaned, he reached into my shirt grabbing my titties. He took them out the bra and started touching my nibbles. His hands were so cold, goosebumps came over my body. He lifted up my shirt and started sucking my titties.
Nobody has ever done that to me before. The boys in this town don’t know how to please a girl, since jason was man he knew how to do it. He looked up at me with his brown/green eyes (I forgot the color), he looked like an angel, my pussy was in heat, I took his hands and brought them down to my pussy, he took a look at me and put his head in between my legs. I moaned softly, so he could hear. His head was warm and his tongue was so wet. He was eating me out, it felt so good. I was leaking into his mouth and he slurped up everything. “Jason” I moan. I brush my hand through his hair, it was extremely soft. As I came in his mouth, there was a knock on the door, Ali was on the other side of it.
“Y/n, Y/n” she screamed, she banged on the door, I was so scared I pushed jason off of me and started putting my clothes on. He looks at me calm, I motion my hand to the shower , and he goes in it I throw him his clothes and I leave the bathroom.
“What took you so long”
“I had gas” I lied.
“Ew” she said, she walks and I follow behind her. More A hunt, I turn around and I see Jason quietly leaving the bathroom. We lock eyes and he blows me a kiss. Oh my god Jason is so fine
Note;
I rewrote it, hope y’all enjoy.
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This Will Be The Day That You Die
Part 1 |
Pairings: Wednesday X Reader (any gender)
Warnings: Reader being a psycho, Stabbing people, death lol, Kissing yaaahhh, and more psycho stuff. Yes. Blood. More blood, drinking blood. (PS: I am high when I'm writing this don't judge me)
Words: 900+
It seemed like just another dull day at Nevermore for Wednesday until they found out that Weems's car had been stolen. The news spread all over the school, and everyone began to suspect you. Since you were absent, you became the prime suspect in the case. Wednesday had a hunch that you were responsible for the theft.
Despite Wednesday's reluctance to skip her writing time, she was willing to do anything for you, even if it meant following you when it seemed impossible to catch up. You had been gone for far too long.
As search parties were declared for both you and the car, Wednesday had become paranoid. This was your first time committing a crime. She had timed her escape well. Enid was gone to Yoko's for a sleepover. Weems was tired of all the hustle created in the morning. No one guarding the campus at this late in the night.
She had successfully escaped through her balcony and made her way down to an exit only some knew about. Though it opened up the forest beside, but Wednesday was ready to take the risk. She had to get a burner phone from Xavier to track your phone. It was strange that it was leading to a forest.
Maybe you did have a plan.
As Wednesday had just started her walk down the path, she could see the flashing lights of the cops far away. Whatever it was, It will be hard on you later, maybe this is why you needed Wednesday.
She began to walk slowly towards the path, with the police behind her back. Hoping they don't see her. She carefully took steps, not stepping on objects that were likely to snap and cause a sound. But no one is that perfect, she had stepped on a twig that had broken and made a sound inviting suspicion. She stopped on her way and punished herself mentally. As the flashlight shines over the forest, Wednesday's heart begins to pick up its pace.
"Ay, Williams, Look over here!! Found the blonde's car!" A cop shouted, making Wednesday to have a clear path to run. As she accelerated toward your location she questioned herself will you seriously be there? She was thirty percent concerned about you.
Meanwhile, you were busy torturing your parents. Yes, you had kidnapped them from their hotel and brought them to this old shack, making them know how bad the pain was that they caused you to suffer.
As you walked in circles, in between kept your parents. You smiled "Didn't know that crying and giving up is not always the option" you scoffed. "NOW YOU SHOULD KNOW, WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE HARASSED" You slapped your father's face with a force that had made him bleed, not just physically, but letting him know how bad it had felt. As he struggled to speak with a cloth in his mouth, he tried jumping and crying simultaneously. "God, you're so weak" You looked him straight into his eyes as you clenched his chin "I could have beard that slap a thousand times more" You grinded your teeth and smirked. "Fine" pulling away and stabbing your mother right through the chest "I'll make it easy for you" you smirked. "One more to go"
As your father looked into the dead body of his wife, he tried screaming "Oh tsk tsk, dada's crying?" you laughed. "LOOK WHO'S A DISGRACE NOW" you screamed into his ears.
You sighed, "I'm tired, I wish you could have been a better father, or even a dad perhaps." You wept the last tear for him after kneeling down just beside him.
Your father looked at you, trying to make one last manipulative game, you looked at him and removed the cloth from his mouth. "I'm sorry, I get it, I was a bad father, now please, just let me go, you'll never see me again"
You nodded and smirked "There's a permanent solution for not seeing your face ever again" Stabbing him just as you did to your mother.
"Peace, father" You whispered as he struggled to death. Drinking his blood from the neck as he left.
"I didn't know you had that in you" You jerked to see who was standing behind you. Blood dripped from your mouth as you looked at her eyes, the same thirst for blood without even being a vampire.
She made her way across to you, getting on her tippy toes to lick the blood beside your mouth. Your cheeks had turned red. She pulled away after licking it all "I can assure you mine is better" You smirked as she stepped closer. A psycho likes a psycho.
You leaned in for a tender kiss, as she followed along. Your hands now trailing her butt while her hands pull you closer from your shirt. You bite her lip as her salty yet peaceful taste explores your mouth. You pulled away and whispered, "I would like more of that"
Though you wanted more of that, you couldn't get it now, "Cops are close by, we need to run." You nodded and followed Wednesday as she led you to an escape path, leading towards her balcony and landing safe at her dorm.
You sighed as you entered her room, a Cello on the balcony looked sick. As you made your way into the room, you were by none other than Weems. She looked angry, not even on Wednesday, she does these things every time, but seeing you falling into her trap made her furious.
"I couldn't believe you would have done such a horrible thing, I'm not putting charges against you because of your mental health, but you're done, Miss Y/L/N."
You didn't know what it had meant by her saying that you were done, but you and Wednesday had bigger things to take care of. Disposing off the body.
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Part 3?
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Isle of Misfits
Chapter 9 – Inconvenient Truths
Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA x ?
Series: Isle of Misfits, Round Robin 24, hosted by @choicesprompts
Word Count: 1405
Characters: TRR – Liam Rys, Leo Rys, Olivia Nevrakis, Madeleine Amaranth
RoE – Katie Rys
TNA – Sam Dalton
CoP – Trystan Thorne
Warnings: M *(swearing, references to depression, alcohol abuse, suicide, infidelity)
“Something’s burning…”
Leo stopped short. The scent was subtle, but unmistakable.
Smoke.
Olivia and Leo exchanged worried glances, before darting down the corridor, following the faint acrid scent to its source.
It didn't take them long to track down the fire, the smoke was now billowing out from beneath the door at the end of the hallway.
Olivia pushed Leo back. "Get back! I'm calling the fire department!"
"But—"
"Just do as you're told, for once in your life!" the fiery redhead ordered, already stabbing at the numbers on her mobile phone.
Leo's shoulders raised in defiance. But no sooner had he complied, than the door to the suite burst open, and a large plume of dark grey smoke billowed out.
Coughing and spluttering, Sam Dalton, was waving the acrid haze out of his face.
"Sam?" Leo exclaimed concernedly, stepping forward. "What the fuck, man.!?"
"I'm okay!" Sam assured him, trying to clear his throat.
Olivia put her phone on hold, her eyes darting over the wayward billionaire, looking for any injuries. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure..." Sam said, taking a few shaky steps into the corridor.
Olivia's sharp eyes narrowed. "Are you drunk?"
"No," Sam scoffed, before reconsidering his statement. "Well, a little. I may have had one or two shots."
"Or a whole bottle," Olivia murmured, rolling her eyes.
"I don't know about that..." Sam muttered, looking around himself in bemusement. "I was just trying to put together some food, and... well, next thing I know, there's a fire. Must have forgotten to turn off the hot plate."
"Are you kidding me?" Leo exploded. "You nearly set the building on fire, just because you couldn't be bothered to make a sandwich?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know..." Sam mumbled. "It was stupid."
"I'll say!" there is a Michelin star chef here on the island, why are you even trying to cook?"
"It wasn't like I was trying to kill myself or anything," Sam grumbled, as he staggered off in the direction of his room. "I just couldn't remember if it was gas or electric. It's a common mistake."
"No, it's a common sign of early dementia," Olivia retorted.
"Nah," Sam scoffed, raising his middle finger and slammed his door shut.
The sound of an elevator sounded down the hall. Countess Madeleine Amaranth, a member of Liam's council and Leo's former betrothed, strode towards Leo and Olivia.
Madeleine's cold green eyes took in the smoke damage to the door. "What's going on here? The building is still standing, I see."
Liam had enlisted Madeleine to help reform Leo as a role model for royal decorum since she was a stickler for etiquette and was the queen of spin. True to his promise.
"It's called karma, you idiot," Olivia muttered back, folding her arms and smirking.
"Oh, what fresh hell is this?" Leo growled.
"Ah, Madeleine," Leo greeted her, turning on the charm.
"Leo," Madeleine acknowledged coolly.
"What brings you here, on this fine evening?" Leo asked.
"Liam has requested my assistance. Apparently, you need remedial lessons in proper manners."
"Remedial...?"
"Yes. We have already seen that you cannot handle an engagement," she says, glancing at Olivia, who glared back, "or a marriage, or a mistress, or even a simple friendship..."
"You're not seriously still mad about that, are you?" Leo exclaimed.
"About being publicly embarrassed, or humiliated? Oh, no. That is water under the bridge," she mocked. "However, Liam has asked me to tutor you in proper decorum. So, if you are finished with your tantrum, perhaps we can begin?"
Leo's jaw tightened.
"Well, I think we've got things sorted here," Olivia said, laying a hand on Leo's arm. "If you'll excuse me, Maddy."
Madeleine's eyes narrowed. "You're not going anywhere. You are to meet with Trystan Thorne. I'm sure he'll find that your presence will be beneficial during his sessions."
"What? You're not my superior." Olivia objected, glaring at the tall blonde.
"I am if Liam says so," Madeleine shot back.
Leo's shoulders raised as Olivia's grip tightened painfully.
"Now, if you don't mind," Madeleine continued imperiously. "I need to have a chat with my wayward student."
"Your wayward—!"
"Ow!" cried Leo, wincing. "You're going to leave a bruise, Livvie..."
"That's the plan!" Olivia retorted, digging her fingers into his bicep.
"Come on, Olivia," Leo implored, gently prying her fingers loose. "Let's just get this over with."
Olivia looked like she wanted to argue the point, but Leo's pleading gaze eventually softened her resolve.
"Fine," she growled. "But you're on your own next time, your highness."
"Sure," Leo agreed, sighing.
Olivia gave him a warning look, before stomping off down the corridor.
"Shall we?" Madeleine prompted Leo to offer his arm for her to take.
***
"This is pointless," Leo announced, leaning back on the lounge chair and closing his eyes. After many hours of intense etiquette lectures, role plays, quizzes and more, he felt his stomach rumble as they waited for lunch to be prepared by the Michelin chef, sans alcohol.
"What's pointless is the amount of money Liam has spent on trying to make you a decent human being," Madeleine bit back, flipping the cover of her personal binder of court decorum closed.
"I am a decent human being," Leo countered, frowning. "I'm a far better man than you'll ever know."
"Oh, really?" Madeleine challenged, raising her eyebrow. "Then how come your wife is threatening divorce?"
"That is none of your business, or Liam's for that matter," Leo snapped, opening his eyes. "And just for the record, my life is none of yours either. You don't know the first thing about love, or me."
"I know you can't keep it in your pants," she retorts, rolling her eyes.
"So do I," a voice came from the doorway.
Leo turned towards the speaker in shock.
"Katie," Leo breathed shallowly, pushing himself upright.
"Don't get too excited," Katie told him, folding her arms. "I'm not here for you. I'm here for the kids."
"You're... you're..." Leo stammered nervously.
Looking at her husband, she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
"Why are you here, Katie?" Leo demanded, standing up.
"Your brother sent me to help," she explained, looking everywhere but at him.
Madeleine excused herself and quietly sauntered out with her binder in hand.
"Yes. He thought it might help to have me here. Help you remember what is important. Family, love, loyalty."
Leo shook his head, moving slowly towards her. "You don't get it. I'm not the same man anymore."
"Then maybe it's time to prove it." Katie said.
"That's what I'm trying to do!" Leo shot back, stopping in place. "I'm here, aren't I?"
At that moment, Leo understood why Liam sent him to the island. His epiphany.
"I have to go," Katie said, her eyes softening. "I'll be back later, when you've had time to process this."
Leo watched her walk away, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach.
***
Later, Leo found himself sitting on his balcony, staring at a glass of scotch. He had resisted the urge to drink it, but he was still tempted. His phone buzzed on the table, and he reached for it.
"Hello?"
"Hey," came the reply.
"I made a grave mistake ..."
Leo paused, relieved at the sound of his fellow 'in-mate'.
"Thorne."
“How so?”
"Well, remember when we met at the bar with your brother. I should have believed your brother. That he would be true to his word with his threat."
“Oh boy, this sounds painful.” Leo smirked, already knowing where this conversation was heading..
“Who did he partner you with?”
“Olivia Nevrakis! She is terrifying! Put a dagger to my throat when I dissed her. She threatened to go lower if I didn't pay attention.”
"Did she now? Maybe she's the one you need to focus on," Leo mused.
"She's so intense, it's scary. And she has no interest in me. She is only here because Liam asked her to be.”
"And here I thought she was coming here for me," Leo sighed, taking a swig of the scotch.
"Hey, what happened with that countess?"
Leo paused. "I... I... what did you hear?"
"That she's going to stay a couple more days."
"That's just great," Leo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just what I need."
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Saint Tony (Tony DiNozzo x reader) part 1; fluff
You’d been working at NCIS for a few months. Gibbs saw you working for the police department. You were a detective that wasn’t taken seriously. You made observations and figured out things that the other cops didn’t, but you were so young, you were a girl. Nonetheless, Gibbs asked you to come work for him. And that’s how you met Tony.
You: I’m going drinking tonight with the girls.
You respond to his text. You hadn’t been talking to Tony for a long time, had only been friends since you started at NCIS.
Tony: Oh fun! What bar?
He replies he wasn’t gonna show up. He just wants to make sure you’re safe
You: Stevie’s
You say, a dc famous western themed bar/club known for its really good drinks and music but terrible violence. You had been fine in your past experiences, so you didn’t think much of it.
Tony: Taking a gun?
You: Mmm I thought about it but not tonight
Tony: Have a DD?
You: No we’re taking an Uber.
Tony: Well call me when you get home, or if you need anything
You: Okay thanks dad 😂. You joke.
Tony: Wow I care about you and all I get is sarcasm? Not even a promise of a kiss
You: Aww poor Tony… baby needs some attention.
Tony: I mean, I wouldn’t mind having you to myself tonight
You: Ooo maybe maybe.
Being with Tony seemed like such an amazing idea. As much as you wanted to play around before giving in, you were wanting to dive head first into him.
Tony: Well go have fun with those girls! Call me. Be safe (y/n).
The disappointment settled in as he changed into some pj pants and his hoodie. He heated up some leftovers and turned on a movie.
Time skip~
Tony was asleep in bed. Meanwhile a night at the bar turned to be you starving, drunk, and desperately searching for your phone. When you finally found it, you called Tony.
“DiNozzo” he says sleepily into the receiver end.
“Hey Tony. Would you mind picking me up?” You ask. Your words slurring into each other.
“Yea, I’m on my way” Tony sat up and swung his legs out of bed. Grabbing his keys and wallet he left the house. 15 minutes later Tony’s Mustang was running idle in front of the bar. You walked to the entrance where Tony was standing. You laid in his arms as he leaned against the door of his car, laughing.
“Tony Tony Tony” you say.
“(Y/n)” he laughed. “Let’s get you in the car”
“Okay okay” you were giggling. Body shaking against Tony’s as you did. Tony was smiling. You looked so beautiful. A black satin dress, your hair was messy now, a little mascara under your eyes, but that lipstick was unmoved. He helped you into the car, running to the other side to get in.
You had your head on his shoulder. He could feel your light breathing on his neck. While waiting at a red light he tried to look down at you, he found your eyes looking at him. You moved your body, a drunk hand lazily moving around his neck. He moved his face to looking at you completely as you laid your lips on his.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You whispered between kisses.
“Yes” he responds as he began driving to his apartment. Your hands all over his body. “(Y/n)” he moaned. He slowly started losing his composure. Dick hardening as he speedily drove to his apartment.
Tony was willing to admit that he wanted to have sex with you. But not drunk. He wanted you when you were sober. In his mind, if you love him sober, you’ll love him drunk. Not the other way around.
“Tony” you whispered in his ear.
“(Y/n)” he responded. Your hands still traveling around his body when he pulled up into the driveway. He parked the car and turned it off.
Once the two of you were inside, Tony took you to his bedroom. You drunkly got undressed. Tony had his back turned while you were pulling down your pants. He tossed one of his shirts on the bed.
“I’ll be back” he said and left the room retuning a few minutes later to see you sitting on the edge of the bed. “Brought baby wipes for your makeup” he shrugged crouching down to help you wipe it off.
You were smiling. You played with his hoodie strings while he cleaned off your face. Slowing down around your lips. You leaned down and kissed him. He kissed you back. Tony moved between your legs and you scooted back on the bed. The blankets already in disarray seeing as he was sleeping earlier.
“Tony…” you whisper palming him through his pajama pants. He shook his head, kissing you deeply.
He held your hips. Close to his.
“Fuck” he groaned as you moved against him.
He pressed his lips to yours one more time. You passionately kissed him back. He covered you with the blanket, as he noticed you were getting sleepier and sleepier.
“Goodnight gorgeous” he kissed you before cuddling next to you. You hummed in response.
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EU to Facebook: 'Drop Dead'
A leak from the European Data Protection Board reveals that the EU’s top privacy regulator is about to overrule the Irish Data Protection Commission and declare Facebook’s business model illegal, banning surveillance-based ads without explicit consent:
https://noyb.eu/en/noyb-win-personalized-ads-facebook-instagram-and-whatsapp-declared-illegal
In some ways, this is unsurprising. Since the GDPR’s beginning, it’s been crystal clear that the intention of the landmark privacy regulation was to extinguish commercial surveillance and ring down the curtain on “consent theater” — the fiction that you “agree” to be spied on by clicking “I agree” or just by landing on a web-page that has a link to some fine-print.
Under the GDPR, the default for data-collection is meaningful consent, meaning that a company that wants to spy on you and then sell or use the data it gathers has to ask you about each piece of data they plan to capture and each use they plan to make of it.
These uses have to be individually enumerated, and the user has to actively opt into giving up each piece of data and into each use of that data. That means that if you’re planning to steal 700 pieces of information from me and then use it in 700 ways, you need to ask me 1,400 questions and get a “Yes” to each of them.
What’s more, I have to be given a single tickbox at the start of this process that says, “No to all,” and then I have to be given access to all the features of the site or service.
The point of this exercise is to reveal consent theater for the sham it is. For all that apologists for commercial surveillance insist that “people like ads, so long as they’re well-targeted” and “the fact that people use high-surveillance services like Facebook shows a ‘revealed preference’ for being spied on,” we all know that no one likes surveillance.
There’s empirical proof of this! When Apple added one-click tracker opt-out on its Ios platform, 96% of users opted out, costing Facebook more than $10b in the first year (talk about a ‘revealed preference!’) (of course, Apple only opted those users out of tracking by its rivals, and secretly continued highly invasive, nonconsenual tracking of its customers):
https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar
Properly enforced, the GDPR would have upended the order of the digital world: any argument about surveillance between product managers at a digital firm would have been settled in favor of privacy, because the pro-privacy side could argue that no one would give consent, and the very act of asking would scare off lots of users.
But the GDPR wasn’t properly enforced, thanks to structural problems with European federalism itself. The first line of GDPR enforcement came from privacy regulators in whatever country a privacy-violator called home. That meant that when Big Tech companies violated the GDPR, they’d have to account for themselves to the privacy regulator in Ireland.
For multinational corporations, Ireland is what old-time con-artists used to call a “made town,” where the cop on the beat is in on the side of the criminals. Ireland’s decision to transform itself into a tax haven means that it can’t afford to upset the corporations that fly Irish flags of convenience and maintain the pretense that all their profits are floating in a state of untaxable grace in the Irish Sea.
That’s because there are plenty of other EU countries that compete with Ireland in the international race to the bottom on corporate governance: Malta, Luxembourg, the Netherlands, Cyprus, etc (and of course, there’s post-Brexit UK, where the plan is to create an unregulated haven for the worst, wealthiest companies in the world).
All this means that seeking Irish justice from a corporation that wronged you is like asking a court in Moscow to punish an oligarch’s commercial empire on your behalf. Irish regulators are either “dingo babysitters” (guards in league with the guarded) or resource-starved into ineffectual torpor.
That’s how Facebook got away with violating the GDPR for so many years. The company hid behind the laughable fairy-tale that it didn’t need our consent to spy on us because it had a “legitimate purpose” for its surveillance, namely, that it was contractually obliged to spy on us thanks to the “agreement” we clicked on when we signed up for the service.
That is, you and Facebook had entered into a contract whereby Facebook promised you that it would spy on you, and if it didn’t spy on you, it would be violating that promise.
Har.
Har.
Har.
But while the GDPR has a structural weakness — allowing corporations to choose to be regulated in countries that can’t afford to piss them off — it also has a key strength: the private right of action, that is, the right of individuals to sue companies that violate the law, rather than having to convince a public prosecutor to take up their case.
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/01/you-should-have-right-sue-companies-violate-your-privacy
The private right of action is vital to any privacy regulation, which is why companies fight it so hard. Whenever a privacy bill with a private right of action comes up, they tell scare-stories about “ambulance chasers” who’ll “clog up the system,” trotting out urban legends like the McDonald’s Hot Coffee story:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/12/hot-coffee/#mcgeico
But here we are, in the last days of 2022, and the private right of action is about to do what the Irish regulators wouldn’t do: force Facebook to obey the law. For that, we can thank Max Schrems and the nonprofit he founded, noyb.
Schrems, you may recall, is the Austrian activist, who, as a Stanford law student, realized that EU law barred American tech companies from sending their surveillance data on Europeans to US data-centers, which the NSA and other spy agencies treated as an arm of their own surveillance projects:
https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/16/text-adventures-resurgent/#nein
Schrems brought a case against the Irish regulator to the EU’s top privacy authority, arguing that it had failed its duty by ruling that Facebook’s “contractual obligation” excuse held water. According to the leaked report, Schrems has succeeded, which means, once again, Facebook’s business model is illegal.
Facebook will doubtless appeal, but the writing is on the wall here: it’s the end of the line for surveillance advertising in Europe, an affluent territory with 500m+ residents. This decision will doubtless give a tailwind to other important privacy cases in the EU, like Johnny Ryan’s case against the ad-tech consortium IAB over its “audience taxonomy” codes:
https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/16/inside-the-clock-tower/#inference
It’s also likely good news for Schrems’ other ongoing cases, like the one he’s brought against Google:
https://pluralistic.net/2020/05/15/out-here-everything-hurts/#noyb
Facebook has repeatedly threatened to leave the EU if it is required to stop breaking the law:
https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/22/uncivvl/#fb-v-eu
This is a pretty implausible threat, growing less plausible by the day. The company keeps delivering bad news to investors, who are not mollified by Mark Zuckerberg’s promise to rescue the company by convincing all of humanity to spend the rest of their lives as highly surveilled, legless, sexless, low-polygon cartoon characters:
https://www.fool.com/investing/2022/12/06/why-meta-platforms-stock-dove-today/
Zuckerberg and his entire senior team have seen their net worth plummet with Meta’s share price, and that means the company needs to pay engineers with actual dollars, rather than promises of shares, which kills the massive wage-bill discount the company has enjoyed. This is not a company that can afford to walk away from Europe!
Between Apple’s mobile (third-party) tracker-blocking and the EU calling time on surveillance ads, things are looking grim for Facebook. You love to see it! But things could get even worse, and soon, thanks to the double-edged sword of “network effects.”
Facebook is a network effects business: people join the service to socialize with the people who are already there — then more people join to socialize with them. But what network effects give, they can also take away: a service that gets more valuable when a new user signs up loses value when that user leaves.
This is beautifully explained in danah boyd’s “What if failure is the plan?” which recounts boyd’s experiences watching MySpace unravel as key nodes in its social graph disappeared when users quit: “Failure of social media sites tends to be slow then fast”:
http://www.zephoria.org/thoughts/archives/2022/12/05/what-if-failure-is-the-plan.html
Facebook long understood this, which is why it spent years creating artificial “switching costs” — penalties it could impose on users who quit, such as the loss of their family photos:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/08/facebooks-secret-war-switching-costs
This is why Facebook and other tech giants are so scared of interoperability, and why they are so furious about the new EU Digital Markets Act (DMA), which will force them to allow new services to connect to their platforms, so that users who quit Big Tech won’t have to lose their friends or data:
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2022/04/eu-digital-markets-acts-interoperability-rule-addresses-important-need-raises
An interoperable Facebook would make it easy to leave social media by removing the penalties Facebook imposes on its disloyal users, and the EU’s privacy framework means that when they flee to a smaller safe haven, they won’t have to worry about commercial surveillance:
https://www.eff.org/interoperablefacebook
But what about advertising-supported media? Sure, being spied on sucks, but a subscription-first media landscape is a world where “the truth is paywalled, but the lies are free”:
https://www.currentaffairs.org/2020/08/the-truth-is-paywalled-but-the-lies-are-free/
Ironically, killing surveillance ads is good news for ad-driven media. Surveillance-based ad-targeting is nowhere near as effective as Google, Facebook and the other ad-tech companies claim (these companies are compulsive liars, it would be amazing if the only time they told the truth is when they were boasting about their products!):
https://onezero.medium.com/how-to-destroy-surveillance-capitalism-8135e6744d59
And consent-theater or no, targeted ads reach fewer users every day, thanks to ad- blockers, AKA, “the biggest boycott in world history”:
https://blogs.harvard.edu/doc/2015/09/28/beyond-ad-blocking-the-biggest-boycott-in-human-history/
And when a publisher does manage to display a targeted ad, they get screwed. The Googbook dupololy is a crooked affair, with the two tech companies illegally colluding (via the Jedi Blue conspiracy) to divert money from publishers to their own pockets:
https://techcrunch.com/2022/03/11/google-meta-jedi-blue-eu-uk-antitrust-probes/
Targeted ads are a cesspit of ad-fraud. 15% of all ad revenues are just unaccounted for:
https://twitter.com/swodinsky/status/1511172472762163202
The remaining funds aren’t any more trustworthy. Ad-tech is a bezzle (“the magic interval when a confidence trickster knows he has the money he has appropriated but the victim does not yet understand that he has lost it”):
https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/04/how-to-truth/
As Tim Hwang foretold in his essential Subprime Attention Crisis, the pretense that targeted ads are wildly effective has been slowly but surely losing ground to the wider awareness of the fraud behind the system, and a reckoning is at hand:
https://pluralistic.net/2020/10/05/florida-man/#wannamakers-ghost
Experiments with contextual ads (ads based on the content of the page you’re looking at, not on your behavior and demographics) have found them to about as effective in generated clicks and sales as surveillance ads.
https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/29/taken-in-context/#creep-me-not
But this is misleading. Contextual ads don’t require consent opt-in (because they’re not based on your data) and they don’t drive users to install blockers the way creepy surveillance ads do, so lots more people will see a contextual ad than a surveillance one. Thus, even if contextual ads generate slightly less money per reader or viewer, they generate far more money overall, because they are aren’t blocked.
Even better for publishers: contextual ads don’t erode their own rate cards. Today, when you visit a high-quality publisher like the Washington Post, many ad brokers bid to show you an ad, but only one wins the auction. However, all the others have tagged you as a “Washington Post reader,” and they can sell that to bottom-feeder junk sites. That is, they can collude with Tabooleh or its rivals to offer advertisers a chance to advertise to Post readers at a fraction of what the Post charges. Lather, rinse, repeat, and the Post’s own ad revenues are drained.
This doesn’t apply with contextual ads. Indeed, none of the tech giants’ much-vaunted “data advantage” — the largely overstated value of knowing what you did online 10 or 20 years ago, the belief in which keeps new companies out of the market — applies to context ads:
https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/11/halflife/#minatory-legend
The transformative power of banning surveillance advertising goes beyond merely protecting our privacy. It also largely answers the case for “link taxes” (pseudo-copyright systems that let giant media companies decide who can link to them and charge for the privilege).
The underlying case for link taxes, snippet taxes, etc, is that Big Tech is stealing the news media’s content (by letting their users talk about and quote the news), when the reality is that Big Tech is stealing their money (through ad-fraud):
https://doctorow.medium.com/big-tech-isnt-stealing-news-publishers-content-a97306884a6b
Unrigging the ad-tech market is a much better policy than establishing a link-tax, like the Democrats are poised to do with their Journalism Competition and Preservation Act (JCPA):
https://www.politico.com/newsletters/politico-influence/2022/12/06/jcpa-opponents-spring-into-action-to-block-ndaa-inclusion-00072602
It’s easy to understand why the monopoly/private-equity-dominated news industry wants JCPA, rather than a clean ad market. The JCPA just imposes a tax on the crooked ad-tech giants that is paid to the largest media companies, while a fair ad market would reward the media outlets that invested most in news (and thus in expensive, unionized news-gathering reporters).
Indeed, the JCPA only works if the ad-tech market remains corrupt: the excess Big Tech rents that Big News wants to claim here are the product of a rigged system. Unrig the system and there won’t be any money to pay the link tax with.
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I Thought I’d Lose You
Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Smut to Fluff
Summary: After the events at Starcourt mall, Steve looks to you for some patching up.
Word Count: 2.0k
Warnings: Dubcon (under drug influence), established relationship, slightly drugged!steve, implied nonconsensual drugging, implied violence, thigh riding, hand job, p in v (unprotected), spit kink, creampie, uniform kink, breeding kink, doggystyle, missionary, hair pulling, biting, kissing, mommy kink, spit kink, spit as lube, minor moment of genital licking, slight choking, some sub!steve and softdom!reader dynamics
You sat anxiously on your couch, biting the knuckle of your index finger as you await his return. You received a suspicious call from Steve not too long ago that sounded as if he were in some kind of danger and he wanted to say his final goodbyes to you. It frightened you to say the least. He’d hung up before you got the chance to ask for his whereabouts. All you could do is wait, anticipating that somehow the cops would find him safe.
There’s a knock on your door. You immediately hopped off your seat and gunned for the door knob. Swinging the door open, you smile brightly only for it to fall just as quick. Sure, your lovable idiot stood there in your doorway but he was bruised and beaten.
Your hands flew to your mouth. “Oh my god. What the hell happened to you?”
Taking his hand, you lead him inside and shut the door behind you. He immediately wraps his arms around you, nose nuzzling in your hair to sniff your scented shampoo.
“I missed you.” He giggles, speech slurred.
“Baby, what is it that you aren’t telling me? Did you get kidnapped by the cartel or something?”
“I’m fine.” He says, clumsily seating himself on the couch. “Sit with me.” He pouts.
“Steve, how could you expect me to throw this under the rug? You scared me half to death calling me like you were dying. Then, you show up at my door drugged and bloodied,” Your voice begins to quiver, tears streaming down your face. “I thought I’d lose you.”
You sunk down onto the seat beside him, your head in your hands as you sobbed. Then, you began to feel Steve nudging the side of your arm with his head. You turned to look at him, baffled.
“Can you take care of me, mommy?” He gives you the ‘puppy dog’ eyes.
You sighed only you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “What am I gonna do with you? Wait right here, baby. I’ll get the first aid kit.”
You went into the closet in your hallway, retrieving the kit and made your way back to Steve. He kicked his legs, innocently, waiting for you. Standing in front of him, between his legs, you tear the alcohol pad from its packet.
“This is gonna sting.” You place the pad over the abrasion near his eyebrow. He hisses, wincing at the sting and you winced along with him in sympathy.
You continued to tend to his wounds, examining his face. Hand cupped under his chin, you found yourself admiring his beauty. He glanced at you through his lashes, pink lips slightly parted. His scoops ahoy uniform wasn’t helping deter your desire for him. He just looked so pure. So innocent.
You bent low, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Hardly adding pressure, you allowed your lips to linger there before slowly parting away. His lips are half puckered and eyes still closed when your face comes back into his view. He looks at you, lust present in his gaze.
“Can I have you tonight?”
“You’re hurt. You need rest. And I’m not sure if we should do this while you’re still high.”
“I know what I want,” He presses his cheek to your stomach, wrapping his arms around your hips. “I need to be inside you. Please make me feel good, mommy.”
You run your fingers through his hair and he cuddles deeper against your tummy. You yank the ends of his hair forcing him to look up at you, arms still tightly secured around your hip.
“You want mommy to make the pain go away?” You say, pushing aside a curl that fell over his right eye.
He nods. “Yes mommy.”
That was all the confirmation you needed. Unraveling his arms around you, you shoved him. His back hits against the couch backrest.
He stares up at you in anticipation. You remove your clothes, standing fully naked before him. You kneel on leg after the other, straddling his thigh. A pant leg is risen on the thigh you sat on so that your bare core made direct contact with his flesh. You were extremely wet. He swore he could feel your hot cunt pulsating against him. Grounding yourself hard against his slightly hairy thigh, you capture his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, your tongues exploring each other’s depths. His large hands squeezes your sides tightly to guide you over him. You knew you’d find the bruisings in the morning.
Your moans were in sync, getting lost in your own realm of pleasure, eyes closed to savor the moment. The exchange of saliva between you two was sloppy and erotic. It was exactly what he needed from you. Your hand is on his chest, fingertips brushing his exposed chest hairs.
The noise of your slick as you glided up and down his thigh filled the quiet space between you. You both could hardly speak with all your mouths wished to do was swallow each other.
Anticipating his need for your attention to be directed elsewhere, you slide your hand down his chest to reach the front of his pants. You waste no time shoving your hand down his pants and underwear. You whip out his cock from his trousers, immediately cranking your hand around the base.
He groans into the kiss when you came back up to the tip and squeezed hard. Your kisses growing so animalistic, you’re worried that blood would be drawn.
You pull away, his bottom lip between your teeth, letting it go by tossing your head back lightly. You take one of his hands and bring it up to your mouth, spitting in his palm. You lead his hands to grip around his hard length, moving it up and down and applying your saliva all over it.
“Keep touching yourself like that, baby. I’ll get off on your thigh.” You mewled. Placing both hands on the leg for support, you dig your nails into the skin and rode for dear life. He watches you, mouth open as he panted and jacked himself harder at the sight of you. He felt proud of himself knowing he’d made you this soaked from just humping his thigh.
You stares intensely at one another, foreheads pressed against each other as you feverishly pleasure yourselves.
Not being able to take it anymore, you pull off of him and get on all fours in the seat beside him. Pressing your face against the seat cushion, you awaited his next move. He knew exactly what you wanted. Kneeling behind you, he brings his head between your legs, licking one long stripe up your pussy. You whimpered at this, rolling your hips back in his direction to signal your impatience. He rests his hands on either side of you hips. You take initiative to shove a hand down your body, reaching for his length to guide his tip against your glistening entrance.
Steve pushes agonizingly slow into your warm cave. You feel the pressure of being split open, your mouth falling open at the sensation. His mouth, also, hung open before letting out a drawn out groan.
Sitting back on his knees and taking you along with him, his hands slam you down against his length hard. You saw stars as the tip began to hit deliciously against your spongy button at this new angle. You back is flushed against his chest and he takes the opportunity of access to your body, snaking an arm around your neck to hold you against him so you wouldn’t fall over. His other hand slides between your legs, spreading your folds to toy with the sensitive nub.
Neither of you could say a word from how euphoric it felt to be joined together. You bit your lip, eyes shut as you focus on his hard cock hitting deep within you. Damn, he felt so good.
His hips slapping against your ample bottom echoed around the room competing with your cries.
You were getting carried away in this position. You didn’t want to cum yet. Not without seeing his face and seeing him fuck you from above in his uniform.
You patted his thigh, a nonverbal communication you’d both picked up when you wanted things stop. He immediately pulls of your body, concerned that he’s hurt you.
Instead, you showed him you weren’t planning on stopping, laying down on your back against the seat cushions and beckoning him to climb on top. He attempts to remove his shirt unaware that it was ehat you needed from him.
You yank the bottom of his shirt, causing him to fall forward hands place on either side of your head so his full weight isn’t on you. Intertwining your hand in his hair, you run your tongue over his lips while the bottom soles of your foot dug into his ass forcing him to slip deep inside your pussy once again.
He pumps desperate, deep thrusts into your quaking core, too needy to pull out too far from your warm embrace. Faint squelching sounds as he sloshed around inside you, wrecking your ridged walls.
You’re captured in yet another desperate kiss. It’s brief but once you break away a string of saliva connecting your lips is present only to break off once he focuses his eyes between your bodies. His eyes darkening at the view of his dick painted in your creamy white arousal, cunt swallowing him hungrily.
One hand was up his shirt clawing at his back while your other hand dug its nails into his ass cheek, urging him deeper and deeper into you. He hits your cervix over and over. His pelvis so close to your own that it gave the perfect friction against your clit.
His lips find your neck, sucking at the flesh. It’s too much stimulation for you. Soon, you’re cumming hard against him, convulsing like a woman possessed while clutching onto his shirt and the dick inside you for dear life.
“Can I cum in you? Wanna make you mommy. Pump you full of my kids.” He whines.
Your hand is now pulling at his hair while the other one, grips his shoulder. Looking deep into each other’s eyes and swallowing each other’s moans. You spread your legs wider. You wanted him to breed you. You were ready to be bound to him as his and his only.
“Cum in me please, Stevie. Go on and fill mommy up with your cum.” You cried out.
He pounds harder and shallower in you, practically just rocking himself in your ocean. Then, you got to witness the beautiful sight of his back arching and he cums, coating every inch of your walls. This sends you into another orgasm as you felt him throb against you. You’re milking him dry for all he’s worth.
“Fuck.” He trembles, propped up on his elbows still not wanting to drop his full weight on you but you being him down, hugging him against you. He’s still inside you, softening but you won’t dare allow him to leave.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” You whisper near his ear. “I never want to know a life without you, Steve. Even if you’re not ready to tell me what’s going on. Please just be careful.”
He turns his head so your faces were up-close, noses touching. “I promise to tell you everything in the morning. Just hold me for now. You don’t know how scared I was thinking I’d never live to see you again. The thought alone nearly killed me itself.”
You hold him tighter. “You’ll never have to worry again. I’ll always be with you. I mean that.”
You ended the night cuddled on the couch, reflecting on your relationship and just how important it meant to Steve that he remained alive to be in your life. He’s determined to have that family with you he’s always dreamt about.
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Is it weird that I am perfectly fine with Araki giving Jodio a severe mental illness but still wish he had given Jodio a different one?
sorry it took so long to answer this one, i was trying to figure out how exactly to answer it, and it turns out there's a lot of different ways:
from a perspective of representation: mental illness is an incredibly stigmatized subject, and in mediums like manga and comic books even more so, as it is incredibly common for a lot of popular plots in those mediums to go "well, x character went crazy, that's why they're evil", as well as stories in general to associate a lack of empathy with a lack of ability to act in traditionally heroic ways. jjba itself has shown that, as part of dio's initial villainous characterization involves him showing a lack of empathy towards various figures such as dario or george (although this isn't the only way his villainy is characterized, as we're also shown right off the bat that he's very deliberately cruel). with jodio being set up as more of an anti-hero, giving him more traits that could be considered unheroic as well as a commonly stigmatized mental disorder, it makes sense to not have that sit quite right. but taking the history of the series into mind, jojo's is no stranger to exploring more shades of gray in its protagonists in its past. johnny and gappy have certainly committed far greater acts of brutality in their parts, while giorno, who jodio is set up as a parallel to, outright aspires to be a head of organized crime. even josuke, who is portrayed as one of the kindest and most pure-of-heart jojos, basically condemns a guy to a fate worse than death in his first arc. this isn't necessarily anything new the series is giving us, and the fact that the jojolands is largely portrayed from the perspective of jodio himself is a massive plus, as it gives us insight into his thought processes and helps us sympathize with a character we might not have done so otherwise (telling a story from the perspective of someone doesn't necessarily ask us to sympathize with them, but things like the goofy jokes he makes with dragona, his own insight on his diagnosis, and his clear love for his family go a long way towards making jodio likeable). one could view this as the natural progression of jojos tending towards the anti-heroic while araki explores more marginalized communities he's interested in portraying, or a poorly thought out decision that furthers stigma towards said marginalized communities. personally, i think it's still too early in the story to make any real judgements, but the way i see it it's kind of similar to the situation with jolyne. she's the only female jojo, and the only one besides jonathan who ultimately fails in her quest at the end of her part. there are narrative and thematic reasons for doing so, but it doesn't sit right with a lot of people, and that's perfectly fine.
from a medical perspective: according to the dsm 5, a person must fit at least three of the criteria for antisocial personality disorder in order to be diagnosed as having it, most of which jodio does fit. failure to conform to social laws and norms (he's a teenage drug dealer), deceitfulness (when barbara ann asks him where he is and if he's hanging out with paco, he lies), impulsivity (he destroys one of the lava rocks to try and get rohan to cooperate), aggressiveness (he kicks that one fucking cop until he's a stain on the ground, twice, although he is justified in his actions and this kind of willingness to fight people is essentially a requirement to be a jojo), reckless disregard of safety (again, practically a requirement for most main characters), consistent irresponsibility (assuming what we've been shown of him is how he acts all the time, yes, although the story so far takes place over too small of a timeframe to determine that), and lack of remorse (dragona has to remind him not to get too violent in the opening chapter with the cop). so he does fit most of the criteria, but it is also a requirement that, to receive a diagnosis, a person must be eighteen or older, with evidence of having fit some of the criteria before the age of fifteen. so by real world standards, jodio would be on track to being diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder, but actually receiving it from a high school psychologist is bullshit. then again, this is the universe where the president made a cowboy race battle royale where the contestants had to collect magic body parts, so it's entirely possible that psychiatric standards in that world are just different. but you would be entirely justified in not liking his diagnosis, and there are several other disorders that fit the behavior that jodio shows. there's adhd (the impulsivity and tendency to get lost in daydreams and beating the shit out of cops), depression (the sense of emptiness he describes upon being given his diagnosis), anxiety (irritability and angry outbursts), and that's just some of the more common disorders. we haven't even gotten into some other full-on personality disorders or common comorbidities with antisocial personality disorder! from this perspective, your assessment is totally fair.
from a thematic perspective: as mentioned earlier, jojo's is no stranger to making its heroes increasingly reflected in shades of gray, and parts seven and eight especially make a point of contrasting their protagonists with their respective foils from parts one and four. johnny is a paraplegic gringo jockey twink that murders people so hard his friend the executioner had to tell him to slow down, in contrast with the jacked and kindly gentleman jonathan who impressed a stranger so much with his dignity that he immediately joined him in his quest. gappy is a quirky lil amnesiac who beats people to death with shovels while josuke has one of the more normal personalities of all the jojos and possibly the lowest kill count. at first it might seem like giorno and jodio are the most similar duo, since they're both criminals that act a-okay with murder, but while giorno's goals and reasoning for joining the criminal underground are motivated by a sense of empathy towards the people of italy and a belief in a higher ideology that passione can aspire to, jodio is a very self-centered kid. he has a very inflated idea of his own reputation, can't spot obvious traps, and the very first thing we're told about him is that he wants to be stinking rich. he also believes in the ideology of mechanisms, but it's an ideology that is explicitly centered around gain and his own material wealth, in contrast to giorno's philosophy, which involves ideals of self-improvement and certain boundaries that should not be crossed in the pursuit of power. giorno's ruthlessness stems from a place of compassion, so having his counterpart being someone who lacks the ability to feel empathy is a really interesting choice that gives the story a lot of places to go. the fact that the other criteria he fills, like impulsiveness and irresponsibility, stand in direct contrast to giorno's ambition and planning ahead, also adds further potential for the jojolands to explore a completely different sort of crime story than golden wind. so from this perspective, i'd say that your assessment is rather harsh.
tl;dr there's a lot of different angles to approach this question from. it's 90% probably that i completely misunderstood what you were trying to ask, though, so please tell me what i got wrong :P
#this wasn't the question at all but it's also pretty interesting to consider how mental illness is portrayed in previous parts#you've got stuff like doppio and diavolo (and king crimson?) as an evil system#a tired trope that's pretty harmful#but plenty of interpretations of the main jojos themselves have leaned towards neurodivergent readings#johnny and jotaro are super easy to read as having ptsd#there's jotaro and kakyoin and gappy being commonly headcanoned as autistic ofc#joseph and suzi q could be seen as adhd#it could be easy to interpret giorno's behavior as indicative of some kind of disorder#you could probably toss that on the pile of “previous patterns araki is expanding on”#not necessarily something he did on purpose but something he decided to explore in more depth eventually#hoo boy this is probably the longest thing i've made in a while#jjba#jjba part 9#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jodio joestar#hirohiko araki#the jojolands#jojolands#antisocial personality disorder#mental illness#mental health#dsm 5#anyone with any other interpretations experiences or angles to add to this please do#i'm not a psychologist and i don't have aspd so please take all this with a grain of salt#why did i spend so much time writing this
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Collector's Edition: Sins of the Eaten Flesh
Ah, yes. Cannibalism.
**Note: Will ghost edit later.**
Loose chronological order below~
@gilliansanderson/spensierata's Caccia e dintorni
Now they’re out here playing marco polo with a man last seen tearing out a cop’s aorta with his teeth, but Mulder has her eyes and she has his firearm. The wind picks up, howling in her ears and swallowing her name.
There's a heart-eater and a bright light in the forest.
@lokisgame/Lokisgame's The Selkie Godmother
Scully took off her coat and left it on a chair by the table. A little surprised "Hi" was all she could manage. Seeing him doing something other than reading or watching TV was rare to say the least.
Mulder stood with his arms elbows deep in the fish tank and it looked as if he was vacuuming it.
The interesting habits of Mulder's odd fish.
@seek-its-opposite's AU where Queequeg doesn't die?
Later, with wet hair and a dry sweatshirt, she takes the dog into the yard to do his business before the long drive, and Mulder leans on the door frame and imagines a whole new natural order. He imagines Scully on vacation, driving the Blue Ridge Parkway with the windows down and never shivering with him on a rock in the dead of night. He shouldn’t have joked about cannibalism. He’s already consuming her, a little more every day.
AU-- Quagmire Queequeg doesn't die.
EvanBlack's WHITEOUT
DAY THIRTEEN
He had made her a crutch from a twisted piece of metal wrapped in clothing. She could only make short journeys, but she only had a short journey to make.
She came back into the cave and fed him the meat.
Mulder, Scully, and a plane crash... and unfortunate survival options.
jordan's Alligator Moon
He shook his head and she could feel him pulling away from her as he got to his feet, some kind of thing he did without making any physical gestures, just a withdrawal of attention. She felt a sudden pang of loneliness for the Mulder that had only a moment ago been so tantalizingly near, her old friend, the man she trusted with her very soul. Now the stranger was back, distrustful, wary.
In desperation, she said, "Tell me about the Windigo, Mulder. What is it supposed to be?"
Post FTF Mulder and Scully iron out their frustrations surrounded by wendigos, suspicious white powder, and-- seemingly-- no way out.
Exley_61's Dark Side of the Moon
"How do you like yours, Fox?"
I twist my gaze around to digest the vision of my father but not my father, wearing his Chef Boyardee hat and an apron that demands, "Kiss the Chef".
I'll pass on that.
Amor Fati Mulder watches in horror as CSM and his family eat his barbequed body.
@aloysiavirgata’s (Ao3, WBM, Gossamer, LJ, Alt. LJ)
Prompt: post-millennium Mulder teases Scully about being into dead people
Upstairs he’s cranky as a toddler, complaining as she fusses with his arm. He says he’s fine, swats her lightly. Scully throws her hands up, goes to the kitchen for arnica and an ice pack.
Post Millennium Mulder and Scully dead people banter.
@enigmaticdrblockhead's Looking Forward to the Abyss
“People think when you die, you go to heaven or hell. But people never think about what happens if you come back.
“Well, Mrs. Scully…I do. Because I did die, on a case. They killed me, and they foolishly thought to bring me back. They were religious too…although…”
He couldn’t help but smile now. It was a joke and he knew the punchline. How could he not smile.
AU Mulder relishes the carnage he wrecked after Scully's death.
XSketch's (mulderscreek) Silent Night, Painful Sight
He blinked several times, disorientated and mistaking the air-filled bag his face was snugly pressed against for his bed pillow at home, until the freezing chill of the air stabbing at his skin registered and dragged him back to reality...as well as the pain radiating from the left side of hairline.
AU-- S9 Mulder and Scully investigate a cannibal case... or do they?
@dreamingofscully’s (Ao3, WBM) Surely, to the sea
Drip, drip, drip…
Her eyes flew open. Instead of moonlight, a sickly green glow bruised the inky darkness. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, wishing she could pretend this was a nightmare.
AU-- Married paranormal investigators Mulder and Scully investigate a haunted house with secrets layers deep... and, perhaps, bite off more than they can chew.
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