#the jokes are the best part what the FUCK

[42internetgirl]

boat ride — rafe cameron

summary: rafe making it up to you after arguing over his ex-girlfriend sofia.

warnings/notes: fluff, pogue reader but it's not like a big part of the plot, soft!rafe. genuinely think this might be the first time i’ve written something that isn’t sexual/suggestive for rafe 😭 i need help. but i’m trying to write more fluff for him :) if you have any requests please send them! <33 love u all sm. also thanks to @starkeysprincess, my baby, for giving me the idea of a cute boat date that inspired this idea in my head !!!! <3333

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

“i just don’t get why you still need her in your phone, and why she still stays texting your phone!” you get defensive while sat in your boyfriend passenger seat. this was the second time you’d gotten in an argument over his ex-girlfriend, sofia. you trusted rafe, if you didn’t you wouldn’t be with him, but the thing was that; you didn’t trust her. her little texts asking rafe ‘how he was’ or ‘if he was busy and wanted to come over', you’d had enough.

“really? you’re going to genuinely get upset over this?”, rafe scoffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. part of him thought it was funny, only because the thought of you thinking that he wanted anyone else was humorous to him. he literally wanted to marry you, and some random ex-girlfriend in his phone was the last thing on his mind.

“yes rafe,” your eyes widened, waiting for him to say something. “yes i am.”

“s’fuckin’ stupid.” his right hand gripped the wheel, pissed off that you were so upset about his ex still being in his phone despite him always shutting her down. the thing that made you so upset about the whole situation was the fact that he let her down in the nicest ways possible. 'sorry, can't make it. maybe another time." sorry? what the fuck was he sorry for? maybe another time? does he want to see her?

“take me home.” you give up. you couldn’t be bothered to argue with him over this right now. your point always went straight over his head.

“are you serious?”

“does it look like i’m joking?” you pretend to scavenge for something in your purse, embarrassed that this was the second time you had to bring up this issue with rafe. did he not love you enough to just listen to you and block her?

rafe didn’t say anything, but instead put his truck in drive and made his way to your house, it was a silent 10 minutes.

your argument with rafe was long gone, you didn’t bring it up and neither did he. the ignorance was bliss for you, you liked to hope that after dropping you off at home and watching you silently tear up in his truck that night, that maybe he went home and blocked sofia.

you knew that wasn’t what went down, but the thought of anything else happening made you sick. so, you figured never bringing it up again would be more beneficial, even though you wanted to so badly.

“wanna go for a boat ride?” rafe let his phone fall to his chest and let out a yawn, both his hands making their way up your thighs that were rested on his legs. you two had tanneyhill all to yourselves, and sitting on the living room couch both occupied in your own tiktok for you pages was how you’d spent your time so far.

“sure,” you reply softly. one thing you loved about dating a rich kook was getting to ‘casually’ take a boat ride.

“cmon.” rafe pulled you out of your slumped position on the couch. "gotta surprise for you."

you smiled at him, wondering what the surprise could be. rafe wasn't always the best with surprises and such, but the bug smile on his made you think that maybe this time it would be different. his eagerness reminded you of a little boy on christmas.

"after you ma'lady," rafe chuckled and put his arm out, signaling for you to make your way out to the dock before him. he followed after you, "close your eyes." he took both hands and wrapped them around your face, covering your eyes.

"rafe!" you giggle. almost losing your balance, your grip onto his big arms, feeling safe when they're wrapped around you.

"hey! no peeking."

"i cant! with your big ass hands in my face!" the huge grin on your voice could be heard just through your voice.

"m'kay, ready?" rafe gets closer to you, his chest pressed up against back, he leaves a kiss on your ear.

"yes!" you couldn't contain your excitement anymore, you needed to know what your boyfriend had planned for you.

rafe dropped his hands from your eyes, but you kept one arm wrapped around his, not wanting to let go of him.

you were speechless. the string lights set up perfectly, complimenting the pink and blue sky, the wicker basket filled with all your favorite snacks, the white blanket laid across the floor of the boat, the pink and red (your favorite colors) colored gift boxes set up neatly, just waiting for you to open them.

no one had ever done anything like this for you before, tears welt up in your eyes, you buried yourself in rafe's chest, leaving a few tear stains on his grey t-shirt.

"i love you baby," rafe gave you a quick peck on the head. your tears and reaction almost getting a reaction out of him. seeing you with the biggest grin on your face had rafe literally doing cartwheels in his head. he swore he'd never love someone as much as he loved you, but there he was, spending all his money and time trying to make you happy.

"all this for me rafey?" you looked up at him with teary eyes. puckering your lips, waiting for him to give you a kiss, he does of course.

"well who else would it be for?"

rafe's ego would never let himself admit that this was all because he felt bad for arguing over his ex-girlfriend, but you knew it was. rafe had a soft spot for you and you loved it.

"i love you rafe."

#library #divider by v6que #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron fluff

[kika-writes]

random request but lando norris x reader where he comes to her undergrad graduation or med school?

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, (i have severe mental issues)

Pairing: Lando Norris x medical!student!reader

A/N - sorry to add a negative message, but to y’all who keep sending me hate coz I’m not able to do your request the same day it’s sent, fuck you bud. I’m trying juggle fucking uni and my own job, so deal with it yourself if you want it written so bad. But anyways, @slytherinholland this is a sick request, sorry it took a while

“This robe is SO unflattering,” you groaned, eyeing the outfit in the mirror as you dropped the fifth belt onto the bed. “It’s just a few hours in it,” your best friend smiled, “and that too, no matter what belt, there’s no fixing that,” she grimaced as you snorted. “Yeah, I can tell,” you laughed. And the graduation went well, you collected your certificates and threw your hats, but it was about to get even better. “Oh my god, I’m so happy!” you clapped your hand as your best friend raised an eyebrow.

“Wha-Lando?!” you shrieked, your boyfriend standing behind you as you turned around, a stupid grin plastered on his face. “Thought I’d miss this?” he asked, seeing if you’d really doubted him. He was wearing a green hoodie and joggers, matching your robe and aesthetic. Wow, he really thought a lot about the details. “Oh god,” you threw your arms round his neck, “sorry this outfits a bit…” you gestured vaguely at yourself. “A bit ugly,” your best friend finished, making Lando laugh.

Saying your goodbyes to your friends, you smiled awkwardly at Lando. “Ya know,” he said, gesturing for you to get into his car, “it’s not terrible,”. You raised an eyebrow. “The fit,” Lando explained, “you know who it’d look better?”. Seriously? He had an idea? You thought there was no fixing it. “I’ll show you,” he said, seeing your disbelieving face. You had a bit of small talk, answering his questions about a few things and asking about races, cracking jokes and making each other laugh. Very different to what he had planned.

“Still revising?” he scoffed, seeing you sat at the desk in his apartment, books laid out. “Yeah, got one final exam. Biggest one yet,” you frowned, trying to memorise the body anatomy. “What you learning?” you knew he wouldn’t understand it, just trying to show some sort of interest in your life. “Anatomy,” you showed him the human body diagram. “God, I don’t get why they won’t just let you take a mannequin home,” you groaned. “I can help,” Lando volunteered, hands in his pockets.

“You gonna steal a mannequin?” you raised an eyebrow. “No, silly, I can be the mannequin,” he shrugged, cheeks dusted with a soft pink blush as you blinked. “Okay,” you said, letting him take your hand before he allowed you to lay him down, his eyes trained on yours. “There’s a reason they don’t make mannequins hot,” you muttered, his gaze unfaltering as your flushed. “What was that?” he smirked, knowing he heard you as you rolled your eyes. “Nothing,” you shrugged.

“Stop, that tickles,” he huffed, your featherlight touches along his neck and shoulders making him wriggle. “Better?” you dug your nail into his chest, making him push you slightly. “You’re a pain. Can I help with anything?” he tried to be helpful. “I can’t really see much,” you shrugged, pulling at his hoodie, letting him read the situation and remove it. “Better?” he asked. “Better,” you nodded. “Out loud,” he commanded, his voice deeper slightly as he watched your finger trail down his chest. “Ventriculus,” you said, cheeks flushed as you trailed over his stomach.

“Ishcium,” your hand reached his hips, his lips parting slightly as his chest lifted up and down quicker. “Mhm, what about lower?” he asked, your eyes closing as you tried to hide your blush. “Lando…” you mumbled, his hands coming to your wrist to press your hand against him, his cock semi-hard against your palm. “What is it, hm?” he looked at you, his lips spread into a smirk. Without hesitation, you pulled his joggers down, his cock springing against you as you gasped, hand coming to throw base of it instinctively.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyelashes fluttering at the sensation. You hummer softly and, without asking, you wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around as he groaned. “Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped, his hand coming to the back of your head as he pushed you softly more. “What’s the called, hm?” he said, hand coming to feel the bump in your cheek as your eyes rolled slightly. The words came out as muffles, making him frown slightly.

“Can’t hear you,” he said, pulling you off as you spluttered, his hand on your neck. “What is it?” he asked again, voice more commanding. “Glans,” you coughed, a smirk on his face as your hand wrapped onto his tip again. “Lift,” he said, sliding the robes off of your body as you crawled onto his chest, head on his shoulder and as he sit up, lifting you onto his lap. “Miss this,” he mumbled, lifting you so he could align himself with your entrance.

“Me too, Lan,” you moaned as he pushed in, his eyes on your face, a picture of bliss and ecstasy, as you sunk down onto him. His hands gripped your waist as he slammed upwards into you, your hips rolling back onto him as his teeth sunk into your neck softly. “Fuck, Lan,” you gasped, his cock hitting the perfect spots as he sucked onto your skin, your eyes rolling slightly. “Gonna cum for me, pretty?” he cooed, hands cupping your cheeks as you choked out a small ‘yes’. “Then go on,” he said, slowing down as you felt yourself come undone all over him.

“Orgasm,” you tapped your boyfriend’s stomach as he pulled out of you, an airy laugh ringing vibrating through his chest. “Yeah, know that one,” he cupped your cheek, pressing a kiss to your head. “Unless you wanna test out the reproductive system, I think it’s best we clean up,” he said, staring at his cum pooling between your legs. “Ideally no, but unfortunately, we have to,” you kicked your foot in mock sadness as he laughed. “Alright, Miss ‘I have a PhD,’” he snorted as you flushed. “I’d never pull that card on anyone!” you said, rolling your eyes. And not even ten minutes later, you did.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando x reader #lando norris smut #f1

[petew21-blog]

Teen wolf - Alpha needs his pack Part 2.

Hey, y'all already know who we are right? We're like two of the most popular guys at school. Or maybe the coolest. Or... ok forget I said that. We are just bestfriends, by day we do normal shirt together by some nights Scott is doing his wolf stuff and I try to help out as much as I can.

But recently sometihng has changed. Scott started to act more dominant. We spoke less and less. He is so focused on the pack and the dangers that might come, but that's not how Scott usually is. Also, what happened to Theo? He is always ten steps behind Scott like some sort of a servant and he even keeps looking at me. But not with his self-centered I AM BETTER THAN YOU look, but now he looks like he wants to tell me sometihng, like he is being punished. I'll try to talk to him, since Scott is distancing himself from me now. HE EVEN GOT A TATTOO. Without me! We were talking getting one and he didn't wait for me. Ok, maybe my dad would be against it, but I would resist. Maybe, for a while. Ok, I wouldn't dare, but you know. He could have said something.

I think I was getting really desperate. My best friend is not talking to me, everyone else would think the way that I do. I knew If I were in his pack he couldn't ignore me. But if my dad found out I was bitten someday, he would flip. Or maybe I would too. The first transformation must be horrible. Which is why I contacted one witch. She is not evil, but doesn't work for free. And I still didn't have an idea how to get Scott to talk to me, but she would know what to do. Wouldn't she?

We met up in the forest. She brough a box with her with all sorts of potions and equipment. She was a middle aged, very beautiful woman, nice hair, leather jacket.

"Hey. You're not the witch from Snow White I was expecting."

"Money" she said annoyed after my joke

I handed her the money. And started nervously: "Haha, sorry about that. I just get nervous handling illegal stuff in the dark with strangers. Not like I would do that, like ever. Not like drugs or anything. I don't do drugs..."

"You talk too much." She handed me a small vial of liquid. As I observed the vial, she touched my hand. "Do you even know, there's some magic in you? Are you so blind to everything around you, you don't even see whats in you?"

"I am a wizard?"

"No. You have some magic, but you're weak." she started packing her things and getting ready to leave.

"Wait, you didn't tell me what to do."

"Drink it to get close to who you want." she said mysteriously.

What does that even mean? I drank the whole vial and she just smiled at me. I hope that's a good sign. A smile from a witch. Sure

Suddenly a noise echoed through the forrest. That sounded like a howl. The witch was already running away from me.

In a minute Derek appeared behind me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I was really surprised to see him, but also not. The wolves always protect the Beacon Hills so if there was a creature tresspassing, they would know. I tried to sound confident. "Well I could be asking you the same thing"

"Do you even know that the Dread doctors are in Beacon Hills?! Has no one told you they pose a threat, Stiles?!? They want to get to Scott and you are parading in a forrest doing god knows what."

"I was just... on a midnight walk. It's very healthy actually. You should try sometimes. But I guess you run a lot around the town during the night. Right. Anyway..."

"Stiles, shut the fuck up and let's go."

He touched my arm and then my whole world flipped. It must have happened really fast, but for us it felt like ages. I even think I saw Derek's aura? soul? I don't know. But those things switched places in our bodies. They positioned themself and after that I opened my eyes again.

I saw myself. Myself from Derek's eyes. As I looked down I saw Derek's muscles. Oh man, he's gonna kill me now.

"Stiles?!?" the expression of my face changed from my usual friendly approach to the one I might have had maybe the last time playing a video game. I didn't even know my face could do this.

"Yesss?" whoa. Did that vibrating manly voice just come out of me? That's so hot. I have to calm down before Derek notices I am not that mad about the situation as he is.

"What exactly have you been doing here? And I need you to tell me everything." haha. My body looks so funny when he's trying to look angry.

I told him how I felt about Scott, how the witch took the money and gave me the vial and how I drank it.

He laughed of frustration. "You fuckin' idiot. Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"The Dread Doctors were planning to swap you and Scott. You were suppose to go meet him after this, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well of course. Our little stiles feels intimidated by Scott new ball drop and wants to be close, just to endanger the whole town in doing so. What would you do if you swapped with him? Would you manage being the Alpha? HUH? No, right. Didn't think so."

"Sorry, this wasn't the plan."

"Oh I know it wasn't. And it sure wasn't my plan to spend the evening fucking myself."

"WHAT?! WHAT do you mean?! Why should I.... YOU...WHAT?"

"Every magical thing has a twist. And maybe from every cheesy freaky friday movie you watch, you might understand, that the people that swap have to get close somehow, make up. They always have to 'learn a lesson', 'try to walk in each others shoes', but they all take the long way. The fastest way to swap is to know how the other one FEELS."

"Derek, I... I don't know if I want this."

"Well I sure as don't want this kid, but we don't have a choice now, do we? Now, get on your knees. I got places to be."

He came close to me and started unzipping my jeans.

"Hey that's my dick!"

"No, it's mine now. And if you don't want it to be like this forever, which I really don't, then SUCK IT!"

I have to say, that seeing my own body being so dominant was in some ways really hot. I lowered myself.

"I have never seen it from this angle. It looks really nice."

"Stiles. SUCK IT!"

I didn't want to bee yelled at anymore, but Derek's body seemed to react to it slightly. I liked the shaft first, grabbing the lower part of my dick and positioned my mouth over it. My beard over my lips slightly scratching the head of my dick seemed to cause sensation to him. I pushed the dick more and more. Damn, almost no gag reflex. Convenient. My dick is real nice I gotta say. Striaght, slightly hairy, nice balls. It's not one of the biggest out there, but it's not bad in the mouth.

I accelerated. He started moaning. I used my right hand to jerk the lower half and blow the top. I think I'm getting good at this. Maybe cause Derek now put his hand in my hair to hold onto something.

"So you like it huh?"

"DON'T STOP!"

I got back to it, accelerating even more until streams of cum released into my mouth. I swallowed.

"So? When do you think we're gonna swap?" I asked him

He hyperventilated from the orgasm. "I... I thought this would work actually."

"Well maybe we gotta fuck for real. Let's go to my place. My dad's on duty now.

We entered my room. I could see the post nut clarity in his eyes. Post nut clarity and desperation. Nothing I haven't seen before on my own face.

"Ok, Derek. The lube is in the drawers. There is a completely new one. I haven't had a chance to use it. Guess I still won't be the first one using it. Hahah."

"What do you mean?"

"You just came. My body isn't used to cum two times a in an hour, So if you can't do the math, I'll do it for you."

"We'll wait until your body's dick gets hard." he said indifferently

A wave of anger swept over me

"Listen here, Derek. You suggested this and I followed. Now it's your turn to obey and do what I tell you. You don't want to be stuck like this and these are your methods. So we're gonna fuck. And I will be on top. Understand?"

He just nodded. I could see the fear in his eyes. But also excitement. And what I really didn't expect a tent formed in his jeans. That little fucker likes to be dominated. He's just hiding it behind this facade.

I was horny, hell yeah I was. And I also wanted to enjoy being this buff for just a few minutes. I did some pull ups. It went so easily. His body is so amazing. Maybe I should hit the gym after we go back.

Derek just sat shirtless on the bed, watching me lift myself up and down.

I got near him. The sweat drops rolling over my muscles. I took his hand and positioned it on my belt. He unbuckled it. SHIIIT this dick is huge. No wonder when Derek is such a masculine man.

"SUCK IT!" I said just as he said before. Only now, my voice was more manlier than his. He obeyed me, he wanted me to feel good and ge was doing such a great job. I thrusted my hips into his mouth as he was sucking. He choked many time. My body's gag reflex made it worse for him. Take that, that's for before

I took off my pants and he took off his. He turned around and got in position for me to enter him. I took the lube, put some on my hand, then his ass. Then on my new dick. Fuck, it's my first time jerking his dick. And it feels so good. I don't think I want to swap. But if I get my hands on the vial, I could swap with anyone. It would be cool to know what it's like to be Theo. He has a beautiful body.

My mind got back from daydreaming to fucking again. My hard pulsating dick in my hand ready over my hairy ass. I pushed, slowly, gently. I waited for him to get used to it. He moaned like a little bitch. While I waited for him to enjoy the pain I grabbed his dick. He was just as hard as I was. I took my other hand and grabbed him under his neck and took him close to me. My other hand still on his dick, jerking him, my own dick thrusting into him. He moaned. I kissed his neck and bit him a bit. I could feel my wolf teeth come out. But no, not the time

I accelerated. Thrusting more into him and jerking him twice as before. He wasn't moaninf, he was screaming out of pleasure now. And then it hit. Both of us. Be came at the same time. I came into him and ha came all over my bed. We panted, my dick still inside of him slowly getting flacid.

I pulled out. Laying myself down and he did so next to me on the bed.

"Well, that didn't work."

We just looked at each other, both wondering what we were gonna do.

But hey, atleast I get to be part of the pack with Scott now.

A story from inbox that skipped a few others: Maybe a second part of the new alpha where stiles hires some witch to make him and derek swap bodies in order to improve the pack. Maybe even derek had a kink with being smaller and loves the new reality.

Sorry for taking so long, but don't worry. Your story is coming

Part 1:

#body swap #male body swap #body switch #teen wolf body swap

[punkeropercyjackson]

Afrolatino Jason needs to be written not as a black Jason but Jason as a black character.Jason within canon already has all the qualities for a good black character except acttually being of african heritage and this is where the problems with fanon potrayals come in because they change him too much and at the same time,don't actually employ blackness into him as anything but an aesthetic or quirk

As an afrolatino and afrolatina(genderfluid and bigender)who started reading comics due to starting to selfship with Jason because i watched Utrh,it hurts but also makes me so fucking angry that these people have the audacity to act like they're doing it out of love for Jason when they don't even love him enough to respect his personality,coping mechanisms and relathionships because they only care about how hot he is and that's all that was needed to ruin his entire character in fan content for years and years and years,all because they can't handle unconventional characters despite their self-proclaimed freakiness.Adding 'Snowbunny' to your list of fetishes you have for Jason isn't representation and you've all treated him worse than DC ever has and yeah,i'm including Ditf

Stop taking Duke from Jason and Jason from Duke-Stop taking EVERYTHING from Duke to give it your ugly ass white boys Jason would hate anyway.Stop hypermasculinizing and oversexualizing him.Stop making him stupid and uncultured.Stop making him a fucking misogynist and animalistic.Stop forcing him to be best friends with Roy and Tim when he's never liked them that much and he never will and it makes sense with his character.Stop just slapping melanin onto him and calling it black character design.Stop being fake or just don't headcanon him as black-latino at all because it's not your call to begin with and my nonblack and white afrolatino Jason hc'ing friends started seeing him that way because i told them why i did and they thought it made sense and wanted to be supportive too and a racist ass of an ex-friend immediately jumped to 'Um but he's got anger issues and violent tendencies so ion know :/' without even hearing me out first when I'M the one who's actually a nigga and she did/said tons of microaggressions i didn't pick up on and started whining about me being 'mean' and 'innapropriate' for getting her ass post-realization and making a slave master joke at her expense for speaking over me on purpose

This is exactly what i mean cause that's how Y'ALL react to being called out on YOUR microaggressions towards Jason,both the afrolatino interpretation and canon compliant Jason with your ableist stereotyping and harmful anti-recovery headcanons(see the hypermasculinizing and oversexualizition i mentioned for both of those),and Duke and Cass too although she is nonblack she's worth mentioning since i brought Snowbunnies which are rooted in racialized misogyny and y'all need to stop feminizing and infantalizing her.She's a canon tomboy and she grown too and more 'unhinged' as y'all put it than Jason is textually and him and Duke are either equally chaotic or Duke is even more chaos.Back to reactions,nobody says jackshit about the 'Jason fucked Talia' jokes when that scene was csa,incest and anti-arab propaganda all in one or 'Jason grew up to date his brothers exes' that's deadass just child grooming that ALSO relies on thee most misogynoiristic incarnation of Kory ever and the constant gender essentialism and ableist termology thrown at Jason that he CANONICALLY defies and even expresses to be against.But when black Batfam fandom members get mean about the Duke exclusion and Cass' too out of poc solidarity,suddenly we need to chill and stop making things that deep and learn to curate to curate our experience

No.YOU need to curate your experience.Find the story you want instead of gentrifying the Batfam and grooming minors into it.Duke is a Batboy,a Robin and a Batkid so he's part of Batfam lore.Duke is Jason's favorite brother so he's a part of Jason's story and black solidarity is essential to writing a black character.Which is what afrolatino Jason is SUPPOSED to be and if additional Bats are needed,then it should be black ones like Duke.Afrolatino Jason HAS to be a black character.He needs Duke.He needs black Outlaws.He needs to love woc in general but especially black women.He needs to defy male expectations,not live up to them.He needs connections to his black roots,including his apperance

Jason Todd needs to be a black character,not just a mischaracterized mess that dosen't appreciate him and what makes irl black people see him the same as us.Afrolatino Jason was made by us,FOR us and you have no place headcanoning him that way if you aren't going to do it like we do.Afrolatino Jason is not your fetish and canon Jason dosen't wanna be seen as one to begin with.PUT SOME RESPECT TO HIS NAME!!!!!!!!

#jason todd #pro jason todd #afrolatino jason supremacy #trans jason todd #autistic jason todd #goth punk jason todd #dadhood #duke thomas #duke and jason #duke is a robin #duke is a batboy #outlaw!duke #cassandra cain #cass is a batkid #pro cassandra cain #talia al-ghul #pro talia al-ghul #roy harper #koriand'r #antijoyfire #jaytemis #jayrose #jaydana #batfam #the anomalies #blackness #x black!reader #antiblackness #jaysumm #summerposting

[en-geneisaxx]

Case: L̶0V̶3A̶N̶D̶R̶3V̶3N̶63

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊, 𝖒𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖚, 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘, 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎 (𝖒𝖙𝖇𝖆)

𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑡. 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐽𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑛ℎ𝑦𝑝𝑒𝑛.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅/ 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!! დ

Part 2:

'𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕.

𝑾𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒘,

𝐑3𝐕3𝐍63.'

"Finallyyyy," you groaned, hand aching from the amount of words you had to do with such handwriting, "hopefully he'll be drawn to this."

You fetched some cup noodles, wanting to have something to comfort you as it had been a long week. It took a while, having to constrain his members, but what was worse was when you found out (looking through strictly confidental files) his dad-

"Y/n, could you please shut these pussycats up? Ain't no way they're elite members when they're acting like they need their mom to save their pathetic asses" Says Jay, head aching from the constant whines and moans of the abducted grown men, through the speaker.

You sigh, knowing it was just because they needed your reassurance with the whole abduction. You told them it was just an act, just for a chance to have an encounter with him, to rebel against the Mafia King. You forgot to tell Jay that, so he must've given them the wrong idea.

"Y/n, Y/N!!" Shouts Jay in frustration, "COME ON DOWN RIGHT NOW, NOT EVEN HOON'S HELPING."

You chuckle at the thought of Sunghoon going down there, they're probably-

"THEY'RE FUCKING MESMERISED BY HIM!?" Cries the older Park in confusion, bewildered by the change of reactions from the men.

"Ok ok, I'm coming down Jay, but I also need to explain a few things, judging by the reactions." You replied, smiling at how childish it all seems.

The men cheered when you came down, exclaiming things like, "Our saviour is back!" "The angel has descended!" "We're saved!" You guess all that was because of the hard hand Jay was giving.

"Y/n, explain to me why such demented dickheads are giving you a whole new reaction? Just a few moments ago, they were busy admiring at Hoon!" Points Jay at the majestic beauty, "But they're scared when it comes to me!"

Sunghoon chuckles cockily, "I know, I'm pretty handsome." He wriggled his eyebrows, earning a cringed look from the pair of you.

"Well...these men aren't really here for the mafia..." You knew they would understand.

"OHH, THEY'RE OURS!?" Asks Jay with excitement, hoping what he cracked the code.

"Ahh, lovely Y/n's found a brain, eh?" Sunghoon says in a seductive manner, ego boosting because to the child-like elites.

You nod, knowing they'll understand what to do to. Get Jake, show him why you guys truly are different, become the best of mates and fight the battle, eliminating the guy behind all the misery.

Jay turns to the expectant audience. With a modest manner, he apologises, earning bright smiles from them.

"Well, wanna have a 1v1?" Asks Jay, head cocked to the side.

"Oh, are you two going in bed-" Jokes Sunghoon.

"Park fucking Sunghoon," you started, "I could make sure you don't have children to prevent such cringe mistakes" you glared, Sunghoon acting all melodramatic. "But yeah, would love to destroy you Jay." You agreed, heading over to the doors until,

"Destroy his dick-"

"SUNGHOON." You bellowed, and he just shrugged, amused by your angered reaction. Jay laughs through it all. You guys may be close, but you, Jay and Sunghoon will always remain as best friends, traumatised best friends. Jake was just a member queued to join soon, making you even happier when you realised your fates were being intertwined once again.

"I wonder how sweet y/n's going to do." Says Jay in a provokingly calm tone, stretching before you go at him.

"Like I said, gonna destroy you Park." You stated, going serious as you looked at this as training.

"Oh yeah? You think you can beat the better executive?" Boasts the oldest Park, cracking his knuckles and craning his head, "You think you'll be stronger?"

"Remember who got promoted first, and who was faster at it." You said with such pride, knowing it took Jay years to get where he is today, meanwhile you sailed through it, earning it in just a few months since joining. That's what triggered Jay, and now the fight's begun.

You both went at full potential, each trying their best to stand tall as the victor. Jay's managed to punched you at times, but he's going to be aching with how hard you did it back. Just as he was walking back in a daze, you did an iconic roundhouse kick, and make him topple to the ground with ease. Of course, your sportmanship came first, and you helped him up, as well as tending to his injuries as an apology. The two of you were completely different in looks: one looked unscathed, a hot beauty, whilst the other had purple and blue marks with a few scars in the visible areas, and walking in pain.

"Like I said, was going to destroy you." You said in a joyful voice, pleased seeing his being like this. You kicked ass like the badass bitch you were.

"Fuck you, Y/n."

You went back to your office, noticing the unsealed envelope.

"Ugh, need to send it to him now." You wished you could send someone else, but everyone said it was only a small issue, no need to go to such an extent. You huffed, dressing yourself so as to conceal your identity, before sending the tip to his agency. You pondered as to when you two will meet, and whether he'll pick up the signs. 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 you thought. It wasn't like you wanted to deceive him, but he may misunderstand the letter, thinking you wanted him to join the gang, when it was, really, to join the trio.

Walking to the agency, you looked around, hoping that no one will take notice of your outfit. You sighed with relief when it was just like you hoped it would, and put the letter into the letterbox, before returing to base.

'𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏,

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆?"

It was a thought in your mind, because what was he to be? Someone who not only lectured you but fed you, or someone you were 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 with. Yes, that's right, you were 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. But,

Why?

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[genocidecomics]

Hey so in reference to my previous ask, can you do one were the reader is having trouble controlling their powers (you can decide those) and either Kurt or Erik comfort them after a bad day and end up confessing to the reader. You can ad smut if you want but if not that's totally fine too☺️.

Your Existence is Grand

Erik Lehnsherr x gn!reader

Erik notices you having a rough day with your powers and decides to shower you with praise.

(This is my first fanfic literally ever so feedback appreciated, but also... Sorry for any mistakes!!!!)

Trigger warnings: cursing, suggestive themes (I don't know what else to write here, pls let me know if there's anything else I should add!)

The air around me begins buzzing and crackling, becoming charged with electricity and I sigh, deeply frustrated before I reach for the metal doorknob in front of me and receive a shock so strong that all the muscles in my arm cramp up painfully. I curse under my breath, forcing my arm to bend and stretch the tense muscles as I walk into the lounge, getting a glimpse of the others outside. Some might say I’d been gifted with a particularly powerful mutation, that it made me strong and intimidating. That I am admired for it, as if it’s a blessing to be grateful for.

But in this god-forsaken world, all I could see was a curse that plagued my body. I never bothered to understand the science behind it, as much as others might have tried to explain it to me. Something about the electricity in my body behaving abnormally, affecting the air around me and in turn, other electronics or conductors of electricity, turning me into a walking hazard around power lines, or thunderstorms. Let's not even mention the sheer amount of electrical fires I’ve caused. Sure, it sounds cool. But the reality is basically hell.

One of the ‘best’ parts about my mutation is that it is terribly unstable, especially when you’re constantly surrounded by electricity no matter where you go. Everyone else who charges up some static then touches a piece of metal receives a little sting from a silly little shock. It might be a little funny or perhaps surprising! Maybe it happens when you touch fingers with someone else and you shock each other, what a cute moment!

Try getting fucking electrocuted every single time.

Nowhere near as cute, nor as fun.

Some days are worse than others and the more restless I become, the worse it is for me in the end. But unfortunately, I can’t lay in bed immobile for an entire day to lower the voltage my body is producing, resulting in my current conundrum. Avoiding the rest of the X-Men in order to avoid any potential accidents, especially with Jubilee. Fireworks and a highly-charged mutant body surrounded by a bunch of high-tech only spells out bad news. Luckily, it seems like most of them were outside on the basketball court. That’s what I thought, at least.

“I take it you’re having a bad voltage day?” the voice of none other than Magneto startles me out of my thinking. It’s been more than a few months of him living here with us, but his presence is still unexpected. I had a hard time training the knee-jerk defensive reaction out of my body for the first few days, my body becoming charged up so quickly that I wouldn’t even have the chance to blink before I shot a bolt of electricity at him.

He was quick to show that a little spark didn’t do much to him, given that he was essentially a walking magnetic field.

I turn to him, his large form standing at the entrance to the lounge, “What makes you say that?” I turn back to watch as Scott and Logan start another argument, their voices muffled by the glass.

“The air keeps crackling and I have a hard time believing there’s a storm inside the building” he approaches until he pauses at my side. I chuckle a little, giving a wince once I feel my sore muscles constrict. He turns to watch me.

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe Storm has had enough of those two at each other’s throats” I try to joke but my voice falters, as my heart begins to race again and the sound of the air buzzing around me becomes overwhelming. Tremors begin rippling across my muscles, a mixture of them cramping and relaxing too fast for me to keep up with. Losing the strength in my legs, I stretch a hand out toward the glass in front of me to hold myself up but I miss the glass by a couple inches. Erik’s hands are quick to grab onto my arms before pulling me into his chest, supporting my weight as the crackling noise fills my ears and I let out a pained shout. My body releases a strong burst of electricity, most of it absorbed by Erik’s magnetic field, whilst the rest causes the power in the building to go out. I pant loudly, trying to catch my breath, feeling like my heart might’ve stopped in the middle of that.

The lights flicker around us before the power in the school hums back to life. Erik’s hands are still around me, I realize before beginning to step away, but his hold on me tightens. He pulls me back against his chest and I try to fight back the heat that’s slowly creeping up to my face. This is a bit embarrassing. I’ll admit it, I had grown to like Erik in the time he’d been with us, not to mention I had quite a few run-ins with him before I ever joined the X-Men. He always seemed so… Powerful, he always felt safe to be around. As radical as the Professor may claim he is, he always seemed… Right. You could hear the passion in his voice when he spoke of mutantkind and it made you want to side with him, to be loyal and to follow him to the ends of the Earth.

He had a powerful presence, and as I am now discovering, a powerful touch. One of the very few people who could come near me without fear of being electrocuted. My muscles had begun to twitch in the aftermath of the shock. These are the unfortunate moments where I wish I could be rid of my mutation. I could barely hold myself up and here I was in Erik’s arms.

“You should be resting” his voice was stern, but there was a hint of concern in there. I raise my gaze to meet his, feeling a bit of shame.

“I can’t just lay in bed all day, the world is still turning, there’s things to do…” I muttered.

“Precisely, the world is still turning and it will still continue to turn if you are at rest. You, on the other hand, are not a planet and you need to care for yourself”

I stare into his eyes, feeling them pierce through my soul. He always seemed to be right about everything… I chuckle under my breath as I regain some strength in my legs, straightening back up.

“I’m sure you must be tired of having to run after all of us like a babysitter” I joke as his arms come to rest on my shoulders once I’m stable on my feet.

A glint crosses his eyes, “I do wonder how Charles managed, and then I remember he’s a telepath, so it must’ve been quite easy for him” he replies with a smirk gracing his face that makes me laugh a little.

“He still struggled, you shouldn’t compare yourself to the Professor”

He begins to lead me toward the couch behind us, helping me take a seat before joining me. I still feel a hot streak of shame across my stomach, having him help me. Burdening him.

“Sorry, by the way… You’re right, I should be a little more considerate of others” I mutter.

Erik turns to look at me as I avoid making eye contact, “I don’t believe those were my words…” his hand reaches out toward my chin, gently turning my head to face him, “I only ask of you to rest and care for yourself, forget what the others may think”

I blinked up at him, “The Professor always wanted me to push past my limits, so that I can perhaps get stronger… Control my powers better”

“In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to restrict your abilities, you could rule this planet with a wave of your hand, what you have is something to be proud of, not ashamed” he places his hand against my cheek and I find myself leaning against his warm touch, “Your mutation is a blessing, not a curse”

I scoff, “Sure doesn’t feel that way, I can’t even live among humans without shutting down an entire city’s power”

“Your powers shouldn’t be hidden, controlled, or restricted for the sake of humanity” he says the word with disdain, “but those are my beliefs, your existence is grand mein liebling”

My heart thumps against my chest loudly at his words. It feels… Intimate. How could he speak such high praise toward me?

“I see you hurt and I watch as you restrain yourself around others, as your mutation basically eats your body alive and it pains me…” his eyes gaze across my face, pausing at my lips before trailing back up to my eyes, “It pains me that you live in a world where you feel you cannot rest, where you feel you must hide the power within you”

“Erik…” I whisper, almost afraid to shatter the moment between us, “What are you… What are you saying…?” I peer into his eyes, seeing something brewing behind his gaze. Could it be possible that he’s… No, there’s no way.

“What do you believe I’m saying?” he whispers softly, leaning in toward me. I jump as a few sparks fly out from where he has his hand on my cheek. I can’t help my eyes dropping to his lips before rising back up to his eyes.

I feel the tension rise and in a desperate attempt to avoid it, I joke, “If I was delusional, I might think you’re trying to confess to me right now” I laugh a little to dispel the tension. His gaze was still just as intense so I failed, but I tried my best.

A smile graced his features, “Yes… Perhaps if you were delusional, you might see that I am actually confessing my feelings for you right now” he says it so casually I almost think he’s playing along with my joke, but as my eyes widen, so does his smile.

“Are you…?” my voice wavers a little. I feel my heart drop, realizing he’s probably joking with me. I turn away from his hand, lightly pushing his chest to put distance between us.

“Is this some sort of joke? Come on, Erik… You know that’s… It’s unrealistic” I mutter, a man like him would never love someone like me, that’s not how it works… Maybe in the movies, or in a fairytale perhaps.

“Mein liebling, perhaps I haven’t been clear enough with you” he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me in close, closer than before, “do you prefer a visual demonstration instead? I can give you that, you only need to ask” he smiles before slowly leaning in, giving me enough time to back out if I wished, but I find myself leaning in, eager to feel his lips against mine.

As soon as our lips locked together, sealed at last, a burst of electric sparks flew out from our lips and I giggled into the kiss. I mean, how ironic is that? I felt real, literal sparks and fireworks from the kiss and it made my lips tingly. Erik smiles into the kiss before deepening it, his hand rising up toward my hair while the other trailed down my back and I found myself desperate to be closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, clumsily climbing over to sit on his lap. We part right as I begin losing my breath and he trails a burning, tingly trail of kisses down my jaw before he stops by my ear.

With a whisper that blew across the nape of my neck, “I see more than just greatness in you, so much more…” The words are charged with intention, passion, and sincerity. I shudder as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I bite back a moan as he continues kissing down my neck. I take a sharp breath in as he begins sucking on a tender spot before I suddenly realize what we’re doing…

Where we’re doing it.

I turn slightly to peek at the windows, making sure the others are still thoroughly distracted with playing before I feel Erik bite my skin and a moan breaks out, “Wait! Erik… We’re… In the lounge…”

He lifts his head, and the dark look in his blue eyes makes me clench my legs in anticipation, “We’ll just have to be fast… And quiet… Can you do that?” He taunts me with a question I don’t even get the chance to answer before he lays me down on the couch, climbing over me, “I’m just helping you relax, that’s not a sin, is it?” He looks down at me with a hungry gaze and I feel my cheeks burn.

“I guess not”

“Show me what else you can do with these sparks of yours”

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[yesihaveaobsession]

ᄃΛЯVΣD

Alastor x female reader

Summary: The reader (you) souled your soul to the one and only Radio Demon, you were also his pretty little pet that he has to claim. So, what does he do? He carves into you.

A/N- I'm back! I had writers block and have been super busy so sorry about that, but I FINALLY found something to write so I hope y'all enjoy :D

Also, sorry if this sucks!!

WARNINGS: BLOOD, CUTTING, AND LANGUAGE

You found yourself in quite a predicament. Tied and trapped on a makeshift bed by tentacles, you remembered how you sold your soul to Alastor when you first arrived in Hell. Let's just say it wasn't your best decision. Why? You were young and pretty, part of the reason Alastor picked you as his next target. He promised to protect you and help with your needs, but instead, it felt like the roles were reversed.

Pinned down to the makeshift bed, the lights were dim, with only the lit fireplace serving as the main source of illumination. The Radio Demon stood by the flames, holding a knife over them. His back was turned to you, one hand resting behind him.

"I regret selling my soul to you," you said. He paused, lifting the knife, and when he turned back to you, his smile was even more sinister in the flickering firelight.

Alastor looked at the knife, seeing his smiling reflection, then back at you. "Aw, but darling, my end of the bargain was far sweeter. I get to do with you as I please." The demon examined the knife, ensuring it was hot enough. You thought he was joking, as he often did about this type of torture, but in that moment, you realized he was serious.

"Please, don't do this," you pleaded, half-heartedly. He brought the glowing blade close to your face.

"Now, dear, there's no use begging me. I'm simply taking the payment I'm due. You agreed to pay the consequences, no matter how big. Isn’t that right, my dear?"

"But you never said anything like—" you began, but he cut you off by leaning in close and placing the hot blade on your sternum, making you feel the heat on your chest.

"And that’s the best part, isn’t it? You agreed to my bargain without knowing exactly what you were signing up for," Alastor smiled. You weren’t one to give up, so you tried struggling against the tentacles, but they only tightened, keeping you pinned on your stomach with your face toward him.

Alastor took the opportunity to move even closer, pinning your arms with his elbows. Your eyes avoided him, so the Radio Demon placed his hand under your jaw, forcing you to look into his mischievous red eyes.

"Dear, you do know I am letting wretched people know who you belong to, right?"

"Fuck you," you gritted, which only pleased him more. He let out a deep, sinister laugh that sent cold shivers down your spine, gripping your jaw tighter.

"Now, now, darling, that’s not very nice, is it?"

"I'll tell everyone, I'll tell Charlie how you're only using the hotel to—" Maybe threatening him would work, and suddenly, you felt some confidence return, but it soon vanished when his grip tightened, claws digging into your flesh. His smile grew wider, and his eyes darkened in the dim light.

"I suggest you choose your next words carefully. I am being as nice as I possibly can, and this is quite frankly my favorite time we’ve spent together so far. But there is nothing stopping me from using the knife. Now, what was that you were saying, sweetheart?"

"Nothing," you whispered, your eyes drifting away.

"That's what I thought, dear." He finally loosened his hold on your jaw and walked behind you, resuming his task.

"Please don't do this."

Alastor began tracing the still warm blade along your back, not even leaving a mark. You could feel the heat radiate against your skin. Although it barely grazed you, it was still hot as hell, making you wince. He continued tracing the blade slowly and lightly up your back, eventually reaching the base of your bra strap. He used the tip to fiddle with the strap while waiting for a response from you.

"Wait! Please."

The Deer Demon continued, clearly indifferent to your begging and pleading. The blade soon grazed your spine softly and slowly. He then leaned over to your ear, his smile never leaving his face.

"Yes, darling?"

"I-I don't want this," your voice breaking slightly. You were terrified, rightfully so. He wasn’t done toying with you, though. You felt the blade travel to a scar on your shoulder from when you were alive. He traced it with the tip of the knife.

"Please," you started to cry. You couldn't see him; you could only feel what he was doing and hear the faint jazz music filling the room, competing with his happy humming. Suddenly, everything stopped. His humming, the jazz, the knife on your scar—all ceased for a moment before resuming. The tip rested on your shoulder.

"You see this scar you have here, darling?" Your heart sank, and you started to squirm again. That's when he began to cut into your shoulder, blood seeping onto the knife.

"How did you get this one?" he asked curiously. You let out a high-pitched scream as sharp pain shot through your whole body, numbing you. It felt like falling through a rabbit hole into another world, but it was all too real. Alastor started carving the letter "A" into your shoulder. Your screams and cries didn't seem to bother him; in fact, he enjoyed it. Once satisfied with his work, he walked in front of you, getting in your face again. You were panting, your eyes now hooded. He brought the tip of the knife close to your face.

"You see this? This is who you belong to, my dear. This is why you are mine. Understand?"

You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t like that. Slowly, he traced the knife along your cheek, moving it to your temple and resting it on the sensitive skin there, waiting for a response. When you still didn’t answer, he applied more pressure, making you wince.

"I—"

"I can't quite hear you." The knife began to dig into your temple, not hard but enough to hurt.

"I belong to you."

Satisfied once more, a sly smile crept across his face upon hearing your words. Alastor removed the blade from your temple, leaving a thin cut. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes. Smiling, he placed the knife over your heart. You were exhausted, and he knew it. It might have been only a few minutes, but it felt like hours.

"And don't you forget it. Understand?"

You gulped and looked into his red eyes, managing to squeak out a response, "I understand."

Alastor removed the bloody knife and kissed your head. "Good girl." He smiled, wiped the knife off, and the tentacles undid themselves, disappearing back into him. He left you on the floor.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #i have an obsession

[turnin9pag3]

sigh.

i think im a james potter kinnie in the most shameful way possible because yes i relate to being social and having lots of friends but more than that i relate to feeling like you’re constantly doing either too much or not enough and people lose interest in me and i feel like shit because what did i fuck up but then i go and loose interest when i know its not that persons fault i just cant help myself but to hate everyone because i hate myself. and like james im too loud all the time so much so that when i finally decide to be quiet i have people shoving their concerns down my throat and i dont know how to appreciate it when all i want is to be left alone. lately ive been feeling like there something misplaced in me because all i want is to spend my last week of school with my friends and be happy and enjoy my time but all i can think about is i dont want to be here and i dont want to be touched and i dont want to see these people because these people keep talking and my head hurts and my eyes hurt and im feeling dizzy and none of this looks real anymore and im not sure what to do with myself anymore. and i would hate to hurt their feelings because its truly not their fault but like i said theres something wrong with me. i think im just a rotten soul and im fucked up in way unknown to most. as james would, i feel judged after everything i say and i feel ridiculed for every decision i make and i feel like they dont want to listen to me at all they just keep me around to have someone for themselves and a part of me knows thats not true but the larger part of me wont let me fully believe that. and i feel like james in the way i dont know how to do anything casually and i love with my entire soul but i hate with my entire soul too and when im in something im fully in. and its such a fault to have because i like people more than people like me all i just end up hurting myself because as much as i tell myself im not i think i still like that one guy from august and my miss my best friend when i cant call her that anymore and the girl ive known since 2nd grade is barley answering my texts and summer is coming i feel like everyone is going to forget about me and what if i forget about everyone and i dont want to be forgotten. and i feel like james because i feel overbearing when i ask to hang out with people and annoying. and i feel like im being made fun of every time i speak and i have to pretend that it doesnt bother me but it does. and im like james because all i want is someone to talk to and thatll listen to me but i know how hard it is to stay attentive when i talk because i talk so much about stuff no one cares about and i try to hide it but it hurts more than id like to admit because everyone cares about what they have to say and i sit and i listen but when i talk they leave the room or change the topic or turn up the music or outright tell me they dont care. joke or not it hurts. like james i spent most of my childhood being told im too loud or too intense or talk too much or too chaotic or too dramatic or talk too fast and like james i think no matter how much confidence i fein in my teen years ill never grow away from the 6 year old girl that everyone called a psycho because she had emotions too big that she didnt know how to deal with yet and they wernt her fault. it wasnt her fault she got her dads anger issues and tendencies to scream or her mothers ability to feel everything twice as strong as she should. and now im 15 and its still not my fault but ive suppressed it so far im not 100% sure how to feel that deeply anymore.

#kinda my own trama dump but ya know what idc #i started rambling #whoops. #harry potter #james potter #the marauders #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius black #jegulus #regulus black #remus lupin #black brothers

[compassionatereminders]

So I had a discussion with my dad a couple days ago about how some of my behaviors reflect symptoms of complex PTSD. For context, my dad has been extremely verbally abusive to me basically until COVID when my mom was home all the time and he couldn’t yell at me without her telling him to cut that shit out. He still loses his cool sometimes, either directed at me, my brother, or my mom. My mom had an incredibly traumatic (in many ways but primarily physically) childhood. She does not do this.

I hypothesized that I must have inherited these C-PTSD adjacent behaviors from my mom because I haven’t experienced trauma. I said this in part to gauge whether my dad would recognize that I have been through traumatic things — not even necessarily because of him, some of it is from being severely bullied and ostracized at school because I’m autistic. He agreed with my lie that I hadn’t ever experienced anything traumatic, and then started to complain about my mom being “overprotective” of me as a child. At some point I managed to bring up that I had gone through a lot of stuff in my childhood that’s scarred me for life, and he pretty much went “well yeah but you weren’t physically abused so you haven’t experienced trauma.” Which…no. Not how that works.

I moved on from that but my dad kept saying “this is such a productive conversation why don’t I have these kinds of conversations with you more often.” He at one point said something that made me tell him, “I’m not qualified to talk about this, you need a therapist or someone with a degree in psychology.” This made him go “nooooo why are you making this conversation go sideways why are you making this difficult we were having a PRODUCTIVE conversation why would you ruin it like this :(((( I can’t talk to you about anything”, which is not an uncommon response for him to have but just very annoying.

The worst part, though, and what I primarily wanted to tell you about, was when I confronted him about him, during a fight in January, yelling at my mom that she was just like her abuser. I’d asked my mom if she was okay with him saying that and she told me “oh he says that a lot but when he does he’s always drunk so I don’t let it get to me.” My dad justified his actions by informing me that, quote, “your mom was actually being really mean to me when I said that.” I couldn’t tell if he was joking or being serious and something about that made me so sad I started to cry. He didn’t respond well to that. Previously he’d complained about my mom “freaking out whenever I raise my voice at her,” which, yeah! She was verbally abused as a child! I told my mom about this later and she was like “well he says things like that sometimes, try not to pay attention to them.” I had talked with my mom’s best friend about incidents like this previously and she’d mentioned that my mom has a really high tolerance for emotional abuse and basically any kind of abuse that isn’t physical.

And I just think that’s so sad. I wish my dad would not be…like that. He’s a walking collection of red flags and I want better for my mom. I can’t put my feelings about this shit into words other than “it’s sad.” Because it is sad and I think my dad really has to do some self reflection but I’m not helping with that shit. He has to work through his issues by himself because I am not a licensed therapist. I’m literally a teenager. I shouldn’t have to be dealing with this stuff and it’s frustrating to be around my father most of the time. I think it’s very sad for him too because he’s fucked up his relationship with me specifically so so so bad. Your kid should feel safe around you, but I can’t feel safe around my dad. And that’s just sad.

Anyway sorry I had to tell someone about the “she was actually being really mean to me before I screamed at her and compared her to her abuser” comment because what the fuck. That’s a wild ass thing to say right? Like, there’s no justifying that. The justification made it so much worse imo.

His behavior towards you and your mom is unacceptable and unfair, and I'm sorry you've had to grow up in such an environment. That being said, attempting to have a constructive conversation about abuse and trauma with a long term abuser is rarely particularly productive, and you might get further by avoiding direct confrontations with him when that's possible than by actively trying to confront him with his abuse. At least until you can get out of there ❤️

#chat with kat #trauma tw #abuse tw #emotional abuse tw #invalidation tw #alcohol tw #coronavirus tw #abuse denial tw

[milliondollarwomen]

Fateful Meetings Chapter 1

Thomas Webb x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Mature 18+

Here is the link for the intro:

After sharing a tender kiss in the intimate confines of the booth, Thomas pulls back slightly, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and longing. "Hey," he breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper, "Would you like to go back to my apartment?"At his request, your heart skips a beat, an influx of emotions flowing through you at the intensity of his look. The kiss has left you feeling breathless, your mind buzzing with the electricity of the moment. Despite the slight tremble in your hands, you feel a nervous excitement rushing through you. "Yeah," you reply, pausing for a moment to lock eyes with Thomas "I would like that." Thomas's eyes light up with relief and a hint of joy, a warm smile spreading across his lips. Without another word, he takes your hand in his, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, and leads you out of the booth. After agreeing to go back to Thomas's apartment, you quickly glance over at your best friend, who's engaged in conversation with a group of people at a nearby table. You catch her eye and gesture for her to come over. "Hey," you call out over the music, "I'm going to head out. I'll catch up with you later, okay?" Your best friend turns towards you with a wide grin. “With who?” she asked. You start to feel flustered “With Thomas…” you reply pointing to the curly headed boy waiting by the exit. "Oh my god shut the fuck up!” She playfully hits you on the arm. “Go have fun! You deserve it after everything that’s happened today." As you turn to leave, your friend's voice catches you off guard, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Oh, and don't forget to use protection!" she calls out, her laughter ringing through the air. You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment, heat rising to your face at her playful joke. "Oh my god," you mutter under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief. But despite the embarrassment, you can't help but laugh along with her, grateful for her lightheartedness and unwavering support. With a playful roll of your eyes, you turn back to Thomas,optimistic about the journey that lies ahead.

A playful vibe flooded the air as you and Thomas strolled along the peaceful streets, softening the atmosphere between you. "So," Thomas said, grinning sheepishly, "I have to admit something..." Curious about what he was going to say, you arched an eyebrow. You asked, a tinge of humor in your voice, "What's that?" "Well, I couldn't take my eyes off of you when you were dancing with your friend back there at the club," he said, anxiously stroking the back of his neck. His confession made you giggle uncontrollably and gave you a nice feeling. "Oh, really?" you asked, giving him a light elbow nudge. "Were you enjoying the show?" Thomas laughed, a little heat to his cheeks. "Well, I mean... yeah," he said, meeting your gaze and grinning shyly. "But mostly I just couldn't stop smiling because... well, you looked so sexy." His words made your heart leap and adrenaline washed over you. "Well, I also have to admit something" you said with a sudden bravery, "I enjoyed that kiss." Thomas grinned broadly as his eyes grew wide with surprise. "You did?" he inquired, seeming sincere in his happiness. You nodded as a wave of warmth at his response passed through you. "Yeah," You said, unexpectedly bold "As well as I'm proud to say, it was definitely the highlight of the night." ​​Thomas smiled brightly, his eyes glimmering with anticipation. "Me too," he enthusiastically said in response. "I mean, it was unexpected, but... definitely the best part of the evening." You chuckled as a sensation of happiness surged through you. "Well, let's celebrate to some unexpected highlights," you remarked, holding up your hand in a symbolic toast. With joy in his eyes, Thomas chuckled along with you. "Cheers to that," he said, putting his arm around yours as you two carried on with your walk back to his apartment. As Thomas unlocked the door to his apartment, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness. He knew his place wasn't the fanciest, but he hoped you wouldn't mind. As they stepped inside, he turned to you with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry if it's not the nicest place," he apologized, feeling a bit self-conscious. You smiled warmly, your eyes scanning the cozy space. "It's perfect," you reassured him, your tone genuine. "I love it." Relief washed over Thomas as he led you into the living room. He gestured for you to take a seat on the comfortable sofa before disappearing into the kitchen to fetch a bottle of wine. Returning with a bottle and two glasses in hand, Thomas poured you each a glass and settled onto the couch beside you. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm ambiance over the room as you two clinked their glasses together in a silent toast. As you two sipped your wine, conversation flowed easily between you guys. Thomas listened intently as you shared stories from your job at the local paper, your passion for journalism evident in every word you spoke. When the conversation turned to him, Thomas hesitated for a moment before opening up about his own struggles. "I actually dropped out of college," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life." You reached out to gently squeeze his hand, a sympathetic smile on your lips. "It's okay to feel lost sometimes," you reassured him. "You'll figure it out." Thomas's gaze softened as he met your eyes. "Thanks," he murmured, a sense of gratitude washing over him. As you two continued to talk, Thomas couldn't help but feel drawn to your passion for writing. "I've always liked to write," he confessed, his tone timid. "But my father never really approved of it. He once said one of my essays was 'serviceable.'" Your eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of indignation flashing across your features. "Well, I bet you're a fantastic writer," you insisted, your voice firm. "And don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Thomas stared at you with a grin tugging at the edges of his lips, comfort passing through him with what you had said.

Talking with Thomas, the cozy atmosphere of the evening and the intimacy of the moment engulfed you both. You found yourself drawn to his every word, fixated by the vulnerability and honesty he shared. In the midst of your discussion, Thomas's gaze softened, his eyes lingering on yours with a mixture of tenderness and longing. Without a word, he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he closed the distance between you. The moment his lips touched yours, an overwhelming feeling of heat flowed through your body. As Thomas's lips met yours in a tender kiss, a surge of passion and desire coursed through you, igniting a fire within your soul. Without hesitation, fueled by the intensity of the moment, you found yourself instinctively drawn closer to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you relaxed into his embrace, feeling the inviting touch of his body on yours as you sat on his lap. The closeness of your bodies sent shivers down your spine, every touch electrifying and intoxicating. Lost in the heat of the moment, you deepened the kiss, your lips moving together in a dance of longing and desire. The world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the sensation of his hands on your waist, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in sync with your own. As the kiss between you and Thomas deepened, reaching a crescendo of passion and desire, he suddenly pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he looked into your eyes with a sense of urgency. "Wait," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "Come with me." Confusion flickered across your features for a moment, but before you could protest or question him, Thomas gently took your hand and led you to your feet. You followed him into the living room and into the bedroom, full of excitement and anticipation. As you stepped inside, Thomas turned to face you, his eyes dark with desire as he closed the door behind him. Without a word, he crossed the room and took you in his arms once more, his lips finding yours in a fierce and passionate kiss.

As Thomas' fingertips brushed against your body with a hunger that mirrored your own, an essential desire burned between you, devouring all reasonable thought in its path. With urgency, he began peeling away the layers that separated you, his touch lighting a fire inside you that burned with an intensity you had never known. With each piece of clothes that slid off, the air crackled with expectation, and the tension between you reached a fever pitch. And then, in one rapid sweep, Thomas lifted you effortlessly, his power evident as he carried you across the room and hurled you into the bed with a passion that left you breathless. As you lay there, the softness of the mattress beneath you, you watched as Thomas hovered over you, his eyes smoldering with desire as he drank in the sight of you laid bare before him.When his lips touched yours again, you completely gave to the raw and untamed passion that overwhelmed you both.

As Thomas's lips trailed along your skin, a wave of pleasure washed over you, electrifying every nerve in your body. And then, with a slow and deliberate motion, he lowered himself between your legs, his breath hot against your skin as he teased and tantalized you with his touch. As Thomas's lips and tongue worked their magic, delivering pulses of pleasure through your body, you couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. Sensing your response, he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like that, hmm?" he murmured, his voice husky with arousal. You could only manage a breathless nod, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urged him on. "God, yes... don't stop," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he continued, his movements becoming more fervent with each passing moment. "You taste so good..." he murmured, his words causing a pleasurable chill to run down your spine. You groaned, "Oh, Thomas..." as adrenaline swept over you in waves that never stopped, it left you unable to say anything. As his lips returned to their task with renewed fervor, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of satisfaction, the intensity of his touch driving you closer and closer to the brink. "Let go for me." he whispered, his voice a gentle encouragement. As his words continued to echo in your head, you gave in to the intense pleasure completely, every feeling being overwhelmed by the exquisite agony of the desire. Breath caught in your throat as Thomas moved to stand above you, and a surge of eagerness passed over you as his lips left your skin. You felt a rush of passion as Thomas positioned your legs, and you looked at him, sharing a moment of need and longing. "You ready for this?" he whispered, his voice husky. You nodded eagerly,Your cheeks flushed with arousal as you met his look with equal commitment. "Yes, Thomas," you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation. With a sense of urgency, he entered you, a gasp escaping your lips at the exquisite sensation.You both approached the brink of bliss as a natural rhythm began to take hold as your bodies blended together. As a high swept over you in waves, you cried, "Oh, Thomas," your fingers sinking into his shoulders. His movements intensified with every instant as he responded with a low moan of desire. "You feel incredible," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. In the heat of the moment, as your bodies moved as one, you exchanged whispered words of passion and longing, lost in the intoxicating embrace of each other's touch. "God, you're amazing," Thomas gasped, his breath hot against your ear as he drove you both to new heights of pleasure.You could feel the familiar tightening in your core. Thomas brought you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust, his passion reflecting his own enjoyment. You shouted out, "Oh, Thomas," feeling as though you were on the verge. Your voice was full of need and desire mixed together. Thomas exclaimed, "God, yes, right there," his voice filled with desire as he propelled you both to the edge. A chorus of gasps and moans filled the air. You rode out the gust of pleasure together, locked in a passionate embrace clutching fiercely to one another and feeling your heartbeat in sync. As the high subsided, leaving you both breathless and exhausted, Thomas threw his arms around you, pulling you close as you sank into his chest. "Wow," you said, your voice slightly above a murmur as you gathered your breath and a satisfied smile grew across your lips. Thomas pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you as he held you close. "I'm so glad I ran into you again," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and affection. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting him with a sense of wonder and gratitude. "Me too," you whispered.

#callum turner x you #callum turner fanfiction #thomas webb x reader #thomas webb #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander #callum turner fic #callum turner x reader #callum turner #bucky #bucky egan #john egan

[zorosprincess]

Label Us Whatever

PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader WC - 1.3K GENRE - Angst, Suggestive What You Missed - after a month of being in your 'friends with benefits' relationship with satori, you realize that you were thinking about him subconsciously, and maybe it was time for a label.

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You were still yawning as you got back to your dorm room door. It wasn't even light out yet and your arms felt heavy as you lifted them to put your key into the lock. You had to fiddle with it more than you wanted to, silently cursing yourself for never putting in that maintenance request to fix the lock that stuck.

"Morning, sunshine." The joke came from the dorm door across the hall. You turned to face your best friend with a sigh. The blond-haired boy was leaning against his doorframe, the door still open so that you could see past him and into his room.

"Why are you up so early, Eita?" You yawned around his name and blinked at him a few times, trying to shake the sleepiness out of your brain.

Eita scoffed and raised his eyebrows at you in disbelief. "Haven't slept yet, got a major paper due this afternoon, gotta finish editing." You peeked around him and saw an array of discarded coffee cups and energy drink cans near his desk and nodded in understanding. "Why are you coming home at 5am?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes, leaning against your still closed door. "8am class. Had to get ready." You brought your hand up to wipe at the corner of your eyes where remnants of sleep lingered, nearly scaring yourself when your hand brushed the keys still hanging out of your door as it came up.

"Where were you?" You opened your mouth to reply but you were too slow, he cut you off again. "Actually, nope, don't answer. I already know. Same place you've been for the last four nights."

You groaned and closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the door. "Don't start Eita, it's not been that long."

"Really?" Eita's eyebrows raised in challenge, his hand gestured to the key in your door that you'd sworn was out to get you. "You know your door is only sticking in the frame because you've not been here, right?"

You sighed, going quiet as you looked down at the door. Had you really been done that long? You truly hadn't noticed.

You never planned to find your way back to Satori's dorm after class instead of your own. It was always something that happened spur of the moment.

You ran into each other. He texted you towards the end of your class. You got stressed and texted him.

After each time, you never meant to stay. You were just so tired and the thought of walking back to your own dorm just didn't sound appealing. Not when there was a warm bed you were already in.

Eita's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "C'mon, you're wearing his jacket." You stared at the jacket draped over your body. Purple fabric that was way too large to be your own. "Y/n, you said this was a 'no feelings' situation and you're getting a little close."

"It's none of your business, Eita!" Your voice raised at him as you glared, irritation flooding through your tired body and overtaking any sense that you had. "It's just whatever. Leave it alone. So I stayed a couple nights. What. Ever."

Eita rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You know what, it's too early. I'm not dealing with this." His door slammed shut before you could even process that you'd snapped at him.

"Fuck," you mumbled in frustration before turning back to your door. You jiggled at the handle and groaned, smacking the wood when it didn't open. "Stupid old building."

You shouldered the door and stumbled into your dorm as it gave for you. You couldn't help but feel foreign in your own room. You had been at Satori's for a while.

"Stupid Eita." You dragged the sweatshirt off your body, the warmth and comfort going with it, and tossed it onto your chair.

There was nothing between you and Satori. It was all whatever.

As much as you hated to admit it, Eita's words ricocheted around your sleep-deprived brain for the rest of the day. Especially when you stepped through the doorway of Satori's place instead of your own at the end of class. Again.

"You okay?" Satori asked, his eyes trailing after you as you entered. His long body stayed leaning in the frame as the door fell shut but his eyes trailed the sluggish nature of your movements, laced with concern.

"Just tired," you lied, "pent up." You tossed your bag onto his desk chair and stood there for a second, sighing as you looked around the room.

Everything in it was more familiar than you ever thought it would be. You couldn't understand why your first instinct at the end of a day was to come here. It was stupid, truly. You shook the thought out of your head as you felt him tug on your wrist.

He was moving to sit on his bed now, tugging you with him so you stood before him, body slotted between his legs. "Then just relax," his hands rubbed circles into your wrists before moving to your hips to draw you closer, "let me help." He mumbled the words as his eyes locked onto your throat, moving his lips to follow and press to the hollow just below it.

"Satori." You sighed out his name as you let your head relax, fall back loosely and succumb to his lips. He hummed in response, vibrating across your skin as his hands burning paths to the hem of your shirt. "We're still doing the 'no feelings' thing, right?" Your eyes were trained on the ceiling as the question tumbled out.

His movements faltered for a second before he fully pulled back to look at you, guiding your head back up with a palm so you could lock eyes. His brows were stitched together as you could see confusion paint its way across his face. "Where did that come from?"

You suddenly felt extremely embarrassed by the question that you let slip. Heat flooded up your cheeks as you stuttered. You hadn't even meant to ask. "I just- I mean I just wanted to make sure. You know, that we were still on the same page." You excused, worried that you'd crossed a line you couldn't uncross.

He was quiet for a moment, taking in how you trembled in his arms, soft circled under your eyes from the recent nights you'd spent with him rather than getting sleep.

It was like the conversation the two of you had to start this situation was floating between the two of you there. Like a screen asking if you really wanted to delete that label or keep it.

Satori pressed it for you. "Yeah, yeah," He nodded, "no feelings." He ignored the feeling of something tugging inside of him when he watched you sigh in response to the words, relief washing your features and relaxing your body.

You smiled at him, keeping the label. "Right." You nodded along with him, the relief feeling weird as it sat in your own chest. Eita didn't know anything. "We're just..." you scrunched your face looking for the right word, "whatever."

"Yeah." Satori sighed, a small smile on his lips as he leaned back to put his lips on your skin again. "It's whatever." He brushed his kisses against your collar bone as his hands slipped against your bare torso, heading for the latch on your bra.

"We're just whatever. No feelings."

The declaration, the agreement, the label was there to make you both feel better. But somehow, there was a tightness that it created in both of your chests.

You couldn't be bothered to think about it. It had lifted a weight. Created a certainty.

You and Satori were just whatever.

TAGLIST - OPEN

@faumpje @all-in-the-fandoms @pearl-blue-musings

#tendo x reader #tendo satori x reader #tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tendo fanfiction #tendou fanfiction #𓇻 SE

[rosyredlipstick]

“you shouldnt put too much in the note section on ao3″ “long notes throw readers out of the story” what the fuck are you talking about. that is my jokes corner. 

#a refrigerator door for my zingers if you would. #the deal is i write free little stories and then i have three paragraphs of jokes about the story afterward #the jokes are the best part what the FUCK #ao3 #rosy posts

[egophiliac]

Have you heard of the "Crowley is Malleus' dad" theory going around? Where Prince Levan (or whatever his name is) didn't actually die and just went out to get some milk and is now known as Dire Crowley, the silly man? The implications of that theory is absolutely hilarious when you think about it

hold on, we can figure this out, we just need LISTS

PROS THAT CROWLEY IS SECRETLY REVAAN/LEVAN/LAVERNE/WHATEVER:

unspecified fae of some kind, with similar coloring to Mal

the animal masks are apparently a Briar Valley thing

has some kind of big blackmailable secret that was alluded to in episode 4, and then as far as I know never brought up again

(unless this was just Azul bullshitting, which is extremely possible)

based on Diablo, which...maybe means something?

has canonically worn Dad Shorts

CONS:

(gestures to Crowley's entire personality)

NO LISTEN Revaan was the guy they sent off on diplomatic missions and to take care of delicate political situations, and...look, I love this dweeb, but would you trust Crowley to be in charge of negotiating your war treaties

despite my brain insisting on reading his name as "Raven", Revaan's title does imply that he was also a dragon (or super into longan berries, I'm not ruling that out)

currently unclear why Lilia "my closest friend Revaan...he is no longer with us...I used to make fun of him for being kind of a priss about eating jerky..." Vanrouge has somehow not noticed or said anything

Malleus' Aloof Anime ~Aristocrat~ vibe had to come from somewhere, and by all accounts it was NOT his mom's side of the family

???:

turns into a bird in the opening, I don't know if that means anything but it's kinda cool, I guess

all that aside, if Malleus and Yuu are any indication, then the Draconias have...questionable taste in their social choices. so anything is possible!

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #disclaimer that this is half joke and half speculation so like. please take it in good spirits and don't yell at me #right now i'm leaning away from crowley being revaan because i think the evidence is currently circumstantial at best #but who knows what the future will bring! #man. whenever i consciously remember that crowley is diablo it also reminds me #that his name is supposed to be pronounced like dear and not like the word dire #which always fucks me up a little bit. this is the worst thing about him bar none. #damnit crowley #anyway every time a new part comes out i rewatch the opening just in case there turns out to be any more foreshadowing #(there never is) #(but that ONE really quick bit where you can see overblot azul means i always have to look) #which is to say i have been carefully reanalyzing all the crowley bits and i have reached the conclusion #that i still have no idea what is going on with him #he may be the world's biggest mastermind or the world's biggest idiot and these are not mutually exclusive #(this is a strictly pro-crowley post btw) #(i'm allowed to make fun of him because i love him dire-ly)

[iero]

x

#gerard way #frank iero #gerard #iero #my chemical romance #mcr #mcr tour 2022 #my edit #blood tw #The best part of this is Frank in the first gif... You can just see him mentally preparing to make that joke. #Also him yelling out what I believe is 'I fucking told you!' to Mikey or Ray in the second to last gif... :) #Anyway best buds. Best buds!!!

[pumpkinrootbeer]

Eugene was truly the best boyfriend. saw his girlfriend get broken up with, and immediately had a revenge glow up. Imagine being Cassandra seeing your ex girlfriend's boyfriend and he's wearing a golden choker with the just deepest v neck known to man, the world's sluttiest gloves, and a thigh garter. I'd have to give up then and there.

#Eugenes season 3 outfit you will always be famous #eugene fitzherbert #tangled the series #:v #He saw cass's hot catsuit and knew what he had to do #Also just to scream abt the series bc I just finished #absolutely crazy to me that they have set up since s1 that Eugene has pretty strong identity issues and it's never really addressed? #like s3 was low-key a mess I wish they just let cass be a villain don't have her be manipulated the entire time let her choose it at least #or like I'm fine with her being manipulated but I just felt like they didn't want to go to far with her character #and it made her feel kinda weak narratively #a lot just felt rushed #and I think we should have gotten a biiit more with eugenes identity issues #bc a lot of it in that episode was just a running joke #will say. #euegene/Rapunzel really carried that series they're relationship was the best written part #I would like cass more if they let her be a bit more unhinged #Her best moment was ''will you fight for him?'' #Like yess queen expand on that more #Need a whole episode of her kidnapping Eugene to fuck with Rapunzel #Also sorry you were worth fighting for is downright one of the most romantic lines in the whole show #Also it's so funny to me bc Rapunzel is so protective over Eugene like cass touches him and she's just #SHES MIIINE GET AWAY FROM HER IT'S NOT HER TIIIIME

[azoosepted]

you guys i just blacked out and had a dream about canto VI and in it there was a don quixote lore dump. and also ishdon content though i dont remember it fully.

but also yi sang, faust and outis got turned into weaponized roomba, a weaponized windows vista, and a very old i-mac computer respectively so im pretty sure we should take my possibly prophetic dream with a few grains of salt

#limbus company #project moon #anzu says shit #lcb #IM NOT JOKING ABOUT ROOMBA SANG #IM NOT JOKING #THW BEST PART WAS THAT THEY WERE IMPLIED TO BE IDS #THE MOMENT I WOKE UP I WAS SO CONFUSED. I WAS LIKE. “WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DREAM ABOUT” #i was also slightly disappointed that it was just a dream.