#All the other dios are gonna hate me for this.

[sthavoc]

Hi!!

I would like to ask for a chapter inspired by afterglow where enzo and the reader fight, because she was jealous of him with his ex, or any other girl, and their relationship was a secret because he wanted therefore the reader thinks he's cheating on her and that shw was secret bc it would be easier to cheat on her.

˗ˏˋ🎇 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: with enzo wanting to keep your relationship a secret, you couldn’t help but to think other things after seeing malena’s comments on enzo’s posts.

·˚ ༘ warnings: angst(with happy ending), secret relationship, jealousy, cussing, crying, overthinking, mentions of cheating(assumption).

·˚ ༘ note: I decided to mix these two requests since they’re almost similar. also NO HATE towards malena, this is just part of the plot.

There always had to be something. Something wandering in your mind that would make you overthink, always having you on the edge. And even more, if you had a secret relationship with a man that everyone wanted to be with. While you couldn't even hug, kiss, or appreciate him in public.

Relationships in secret can cause fights, trust issues, anything.

“¡Cuantas veces te tengo que decir que entre Malena y yo no hay nada!” Enzo’s voice hollered through the hallway of your house.

Enzo and you had been bickering back and forth about what had been going on between his comment section with Malena. So many comments, she would comment more on your boyfriend’s post than hers, you would think, with the jealousy that would poison your mind. You had given him the silence treatment but it all fell apart when he continued to ask you what was going on with you.

“Ay, por Dios, Enzo.” You pinched the bridge of your nose with a furrow. “Se ve que le gustas a la hija de—” You eliminate your words not wanting to go far with them. Your fists balled with a sigh.

“¡No digas estupideces! ¡Ella está con Matías, carajo!” There was rage in his voice, veins popping on his forehead, if it was possible to pop it with a pin, it would.

The room was hot, with the amount of screaming between the two. You were lucky all the windows were closed, if not the neighbors would’ve gotten a sound of it. No matter how much you tried to control the anger it would grow and grow, and with it, the tears that you felt were gonna come soon. The tears of anger and frustration.

“No tenemos nada.” Enzo’s words are repeated, once more. In a way to leave it evident.

“No te creo.” There was a small smile where all you could see was the corners of your lips raised. A sarcastic smile. “¿No crees que no vi un vídeo de ti con ella después de Los Goya?” You dared, by getting closer to him and pointing him in the chest.

“Estábamos charlando.” He gritted through his teeth.

It was devastating that you couldn’t trust your boyfriend. The idea of him cheating would boil your blood, and break you at the same time into millions. The feeling of a tornado inside of you that would quickly get out and take over everything in the relationship, you were afraid of that. As much as the problem was the both of you having the relation a secret, you would blame yourself for it, for exploding.

“Créeme nena.” Enzo’s hands tried to reach for you, but you drove him away not wanting to have him near you.

“Ya te dije, no te puedo creer.” You looked him in the eyes. Anger is full on them. “Como me pides que te crea si tenemos la relación en secreto ¿Ah?”

“Sabes que yo quería mantenerla los primeros meses por tú bien.” His anger was rising again.

His body figure walked towards you making you walk backwards, but the roles were switched after you started to speak—

“No me jodas, de seguro se te hace más fácil mantenerla en secreto para poder irte con otra chica.” Oh, your words were pushing it. With the anger that was blinding you, you weren’t calculating your words.

“¿Me estás jodiendo verdad? ¿Te estás escuchando? ¡Me estás acusando sobre algo que no es!” His finger went towards his ears in a motion.

“Tendría lógica, Enzo.” You whisper swallowing the lump. “Soy un secreto, ¿es más fácil así no?” You gift him a dead smirk, with the tears that were forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Nena, no llores por favor.” He decided to pay no attention to your previous comments and focused on the tears that were running down your cheeks.

“No, Enzo.” You decided to leave the sentimental aside and wipe the tears. “Será mejor que te vallas.”

You turned around to walk towards the entrance of your house, not even bothering to turn around to see if Enzo followed. You knew he was because you could feel his atmosphere behind you.

“Nena—” He called, but you didn’t stop. “¡Nena! ¡Dejame explicarte por favor!” Still no stopping.

The door swung open and you made a motion with your hand “Vete.” Enzo looked between you and the door, if you thought he would leave without fixing this, you were so wrong.

With his hand, he slammed the door closed making you furrow your brows in anger and ready to protest, but his short words left you silent. “Te sentas.” He points towards the couch.

You knew Enzo, nothing that you would do would make him alter his decision of not leaving. So the better answer was for you to walk over towards that couch, and sit even if you huffed in anger. The silence cried loud in the room, an uncomfortable silence that you didn’t know how to get rid of. By this time your anger was cooling off and you didn’t know how to apologize, but you wanted to. You guessed you were simply afraid of saying it.

And deep inside, you knew, that Enzo wasn’t cheating on you, but the games the mind would play and have you second thinking was what was burning you, and with you, Enzo, and the relationship.

Your body flinched at the contact of Enzo’s fingertips touching your knee, it brought you out of your zone, paying attention to how Enzo kneeled in front of you.

You didn’t realize what you said, not until you did, still being in the zone. “¿Me amas todavía?”

Enzo’s eyes were glued on you, hands still on your knees, but they traveled to your face to hold you. “No hay ningún día en que mi amor por vos no crezca.”

Some sniffles came from you. The tears began falling onto your cheeks but Enzo’s thumbs were doing the favor of wiping them away. Your voice hurt when you spoke. “Perdón por dudar de ti. Es que— se me hace difícil, no te puedo tocar, besar, o tan siquiera salir a tomar un estupido cafe y al ver que otra chica al reír posa sus manos sobre tus hombros o se ve muy juntita a ti me hace pensar que tal ves puedas estar con ella a escondidas, o como con los comentarios de Malena. Los celos hacen olvidarme que tú no eres así.”

“Lo se.” He gifted you a smile. He didn’t want to say much right now, he wanted you to let it out, let you speak how you felt.

But you felt rued, you didn't deserve someone like Enzo. No matter how much you would fuck up or say the most hurtful things, he knew you wouldn’t mean it. Because he knew you.

“Perdón por todo esto, por todo lo que dije. Y perdóname si te lastime, por favor. Todo esto es solo es en mi cabeza.” You took his hands off your cheeks and wrapped them in yours.

“No pasa nada, bonita. Perdóname vos a mí, por querer mantener la relación en secreto. Pensé que te estaba haciendo un bien y solo resultó haciéndote un mal.” He kept his eyes down on your interlocked hands. “Pero ya no más, no te pienso ocultar más. Me di cuenta que no importa cuanto trate de protegerte siempre va a pasar algo. Pero por lo menos estaré yo ahí para poder ayudarte, y que sepas vos que lo que digan no es verdad.”

The first smile after hours, finally grows on your face. The toxin was finally being replaced with the medicine that Enzo would give you, happiness.

“¿En serio?” Your voice was soft, barely hearable.

“Sí.” Enzo smiled with a soft squeeze from his hands. “Es muy cobarde de mi parte ocultar a una persona tan maravillosa como vos, chiquita.” He took his hand back to your cheek, placing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“¿Te puedo pedir algo?” Your breath fell hot onto his hand that was close to your lips.

“Lo que sea.” A nod was delivered to you after his words.

“Dime que todavía eres mío, y que vamos a estar bien.” Your eyes were glistening, and they had a soft look compared to the previous sore ones.

Enzo got closer to you smiling before he spoke, “Soy tuyo, y vamos a estar bien. Sea lo que sea, pase lo que pase.” He kisses your knuckles, with the other hand that is still holding yours, not sure if you are ready at the moment for a peck. He didn’t want to push the limit.

You felt better knowing Enzo and you would finally make your relationship public. It was exciting at first, having a secret. Having the secret rendezvous, not telling anyone where the both of you would head to. Of course, with time it became a tad exhausting for you, but you would never tell Enzo anything.

So yeah, you were excited to finally make it public, and so was Enzo. Finally able to see everything, together.

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic x you #enzo vogrincic blurb

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE WAIT FOR THE FIRST RACE

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the waiting time between pre-season testing and first race is being filled

content warnings. the girls (men) are fighting and y/n gets a reality check

notes. another chat chapter because you guys liked it lol

george russell Welcome, @/oliverbearman and @/ynstark to the main Grid Chat. I will add you to the other ones as well.

daniel ricciardo WELCOME!!! We're so happy to finally have you here

Also, @/kevinmagnussen, welcome back you ass

Don't leave any groupchats again, it's a pain to add you back

george russell Considering I have to do the work, you're not allowed to complain Daniel

lando norris booo, let him have the fun

nico hülkenberg Oh no, it starts again. I'll mute you asshats if you don't stop this

lando norris you're just boring

oliver bearman thank you guys! very happy and honored to be finally part of the big guys 🫣

y/n stark thank you, george! and i'm excited to officially meet you all, until then, hello :)

charles leclerc Hello y/n, welcome to the grid! I hope you'll enjoy your stay here 😉

y/n stark thank you charles, i'm sure i will lol

kevin magnussen I swear I will block you all

daniel ricciardo Don't be like that, you love us

y/n stark lol, he actually hates you guys, won't stop whining kevin magnussen One day, young lady, one day... y/n stark y'all hear sum? charles leclerc Gagged. lando norris charles???

carlos sainz Can you guys just shut up for once, dios mio.

charles leclerc Aww, Carlos, you love us! carlos sainz Debatable. Sometimes I wish you would all crash and not survive to be honest oscar piastri We get it, you're an asshole carlos sainz Fuck off Piastri oscar piastri Right back at you Sainz

lewishamilton welcome to our new rookies! ollie, awesome to see you again, y/n, don't be a stranger, we haven't talked in ages!

y/n stark lew!! we defo have to, gonna hit you up for fashion show for sure, pepper has been planning something pierre gasly Lew 👀 y/n stark look who's here... the tripod.... pierre gasly Yeah yeah, shutting up. Welcome to the grid y/n y/n stark thank you pierre

sergio perez Welcome, rookies.

max verstappen From me a welcome as well!

esteban ocon Welcome, welcome!! This is so exciting, I've been waiting for a long time now 😋😋

lance stroll Estie??? esteban ocon Shht, Lancey, let me cook lance stroll 💀💀💀

lance stroll Anyways, all of them are idiots, as we already know, welcome to hell, y/n

y/n stark aww, thank you lance. so sorry you have to go throught this 🫂 charles leclerc We're not so bad?? lewis hamilton Well. charles leclerc Oh come on Lewis lewis hamilton I didn't say anything

fernando alonso Stark and Bearman! Welcome to the coolest people on the paddock 😎

oliver bearman thanks fernando! y/n stark thanks nando 😎

alexander albon Hi guys, so nice to see you finally in here! @/georgerussell you took your sweet time man

george russell You be Head of the GPDA then. alexander albon No thank you, I'm fine 🙃

logan sargeant Welcome, welcome, happy to see some new faces!

oscar piastri They're finally here. Welcome back Ollie and welcome Y/n to this shit hole

lando norris you know what osc? oscar piastri No, and I don't care. Save the talking for the track lando norris you do know i'm still zak's favorite driver? i could get you fired oscar piastri Please don't. charles leclerc This is what you get for lying in an interview. No groupchat with all of us is ever formal oscar piastri This literally isn't about you Charles charles leclerc Boo, you hater

y/n stark @/kevinmagnussen i see what you've said now...

kevin magnussen Never ever doubt me again, I've been with those fuckers for years now daniel ricciardo Hey!! That's not nice yuki tsunoda you know what else is not nice ricciardo? daniel ricciardo Yuki, drop it. Team orders are team orders yuki tsunoda i don't give a fuck old man, you behave like a bitch you get bitch behavior max verstappen Drop it or else I'll involve Helmut. yuki tsunoda fuck you dan-cocksucker max verstappen Yuki. We don't carry out team issues to the grid. yuki tsunoda he started first and i have proof daniel ricciardo I don't know why you're being so dramatic, it was only testing yuki tsunoda i give you dramatic you fucking asshole. you know what you did and i stand by my statement that this was a total asshole move. just because you got a big smile doesn't mean you're fooling everyone fucking ass george russell I will both kick you out if you don't drop this immediately.

carlos sainz And it starts again...

valterri bottas You're all children. Stop it

y/n stark so pierre was right huh 😀

kevin magnussen I told you so. pierre gasly Why am I getting involved in shit again?

zhou ganyu I apologize for their behavior. Y/n, Oliver, welcome to the grid, I'll be excited to race you both!

kev

are they actually children because wtf did i just witness.

Yeah... I told you drivers are dramatic. Well, most of them and other's are just their victims. Of course we have our moments and friendships but it's a ruthless sport

man tf. literal man children. i'm so glad i have you as a teammate kev. like seriously. i don't know if i could survive with someone like daniel or carlos

the passive agressive vibes <<<<

that's just not it tbh

I have no idea what you just said but I agree. Daniel and Yuki are not good teammates, it was already bad last year and now this.

To be honest, Nico and I often missed stuff like that since we were stuck at Haas and the upper dogs never really showed interest in what we thought or did but everyone knew what happened between them

pls don't tell me they have a clique here... oh my god and i thought the rumors were false

I mean.. not really but also kinda yes? Better drivers stick together since they're always spending time together, you know. No one cares about the ones who're limping behind, well besides Pierre and Esteban, but they're only kinda involved because they're close to Charles and Lance. And Lewis and Fernando aren't really on their level, they keep to themselves

why are men problematic

not you obvs, but like... jeez really felt the love here when we got welcomed

Welcome to F1 kid, it's a shithole

thanks, it's so lovely here

dad?

i think it's worse than we thought

Honey, what are you talking about?

everything. you should see the group chat with the drivers right now. i thought people were joking about f1 drivers being bitter and bitchy towards each other, but there are literally groups and alliances or whatever the fuck is going on there

and if that's only the drivers... i don't want to know how the teams are

Oh.

but also like, what is that going to stop us? we made plans, we know what to do but dear lord are men stupid. well not all but most of them. i literally had to watch how yuki and daniel were fighting because of a team issue in the GROUPCHAT with all drivers

and when max told them to drop it, he got called a dan-cocksucker, can you imagine??

everyone seems to know why they're fighting besides me and ollie, i knew there was tension in alpha tauri but this?? it's a new level of what the fuck is going on here

Are you alright?

i am

just

yk had to tell someone who's not kev since he has been involved in this forever and is used to it. but i still thought

well idk what i thought, maybe i'm just stupid for my wishful thinking

should've known all of this was pr and that most rumors are true. it will make our lives a bit harder

Don't worry, no matter what they throw against us, it's no alien invasion. They're just whiny little men after all and I'm literally Iron Man

i know dad

love you. and thank you

Of course, anything for you

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ARKHAM MAID 2024

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[mypoisonedvine]

that stepbrother!eddie was TOO GOOD *screams into pillow* — what if he takes the reader to a party (he has to drive her bc he’s meant to watch after her), but then he gets jealous bc she’s wearing a revealing outfit and he parks the car in the middle of the woods and hate f**ks her :))) ahh yess, delicious dark stepbro content right there

warnings: noncon, spanking, unwanted creampie, degradation including misogynistic terms, stepcest obviously, semi public sex

You stared down into your lap, painted nails toying with your black fishnets. It was unusually silent in the van, except of course for his Dio tape playing over the stereo.

"Eddie, where are we going?" you pouted as you realized he was taking a wrong turn.

"We're sure as hell not going where anyone can see you dressed like that."

You self-consciously tugged down the bottom of your black leather skirt, feeling your face heat up. The funny thing was, you'd dressed this way because you wanted to look cool and get Eddie's approval. The look on his face when you glanced over at him didn't seem particularly approving.

The van came to a stop, and you glanced around to see woods in every direction. He opened his door and hopped out, slamming it behind him, which startled you; when he circled the back to open your door, he yanked you out by your wrist. "Get out," he ordered, and you whimpered as you let him pull you forward and slam you against the side of the van.

"Eddie, I'm sorry," you began.

"Don't be," he insisted, his chest pressed to your back which was pushed up against the van. "I'm just gonna make sure you understand something."

"W-what?" you breathed as his hands trailed up your fishnet-covered thighs.

"That if you look like a whore, people are gonna treat you like one."

He yanked your skirt up to expose your ass, and roughly tore a hole in your tights as you whined. "Eddie, I'm sorry, okay?"

"What would our parents think, hm? What would they think if they saw you like this..."

What would they think if they saw you doing this to me?

One hand held the back of your neck, keeping your face pressed against the rusted paint, while the other pulled your hips back a bit. "You know how whores get treated, right, baby?"

You choked on a sob as he yanked your panties down, the cool breeze moving through the forest and blowing against your soaked pussy. You heard his belt opening; you shut your eyes tight. "Just stop, Eddie, this isn't funny," you pleaded quietly.

"Damn right it's not funny," he spat. "Nothing funny at all about my stupid little sister thinking she can dress like a slut without consequences. You know what would've probably happened if I took you to that party? A bunch of random guys would've hit on you, touched you, probably passed you around like a cheap fucking toy. Is that what you want?"

You shook your head.

"So, what did you want?" he wondered.

I wanted you to think I looked cool. "I just wanted to have some fun, Eddie."

"Oh, baby, I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun together."

You whimpered when you felt his cock poke at your entrance, sliding through your folds teasingly. "Sh-shit, Eddie, what about a condom?"

"What about it?" he purred.

"Y-you can't--"

"I can't... what? I can't bend you over in the woods and teach you your fucking lesson? I can't pound my little sister raw like the whore she is? What can't I do to you right now?"

You choked on your attempt to respond, his hand tightening on the back of your neck.

"I think the better question is, who's gonna stop me?" he smiled.

He slid his cock inside you, groaning as your wetness coated him, ignoring your gurgled yelp of pain and confusion. "E-Eddie," you begged for a little mercy.

When his hips were flush with yours, you heard him sigh. "Hm, fuck," he groaned. "Nice and wet, like any good whore pussy should be."

Gasping, you tried to wiggle your hips away to keep him from going so deep, but didn't manage much with him holding your hips like that.

"Fuck, keep doing that," he breathed, "you get tighter when you fight it."

He pushed his cock as deep as it could go before beginning to properly fuck you, moaning loudly as you quietly cried. "I-I'm sorry," you choked out one more time.

"I know, baby, I know," he cooed, dripping with faux sympathy. "And you know what? Your sorry ass is gonna be bruised up and used up by the time I'm done with you, and I think you're gonna like it."

He gave you a hard spank and you jolted. He did it again, and again, and again until you sniffled and cried for him. "Y-you're hurting me," you informed him in a week and pathetic voice.

"Good," he grunted. "Maybe you'll remember your lesson this way."

He moaned through his teeth after another impact landed on your ass.

"I like the way your hole squeezes me when I do that," he explained. "If you don't want me to keep doing it, you shouldn't make it feel so good."

You were trying not to tense up inside each time he hit you, but you couldn't help it. It was even worse when he spanked your thighs.

"Shit," he groaned, "my sister's got the sweetest fucking pussy-- so tight and sensitive, baby, I can tell you're gonna like the way I fuck you. I'm gonna stretch you open, hm? That's what you really wanted, isn't it?"

He didn't give you a chance to answer, holding your waist tight in both hands and beginning to fuck you ruthlessly. The sounds of skin on skin, of his belt jingling from each thrust, and most of all, your loud cries, filled the empty woods.

"Tell me this is what you wanted," he ordered.

"No, Eddie, I--"

Another hard spank set you straight, making your toes curl inside your heels. "Try again, baby."

"I -- I wanted this!" you shouted. "I wanted you to fuck me, Eddie..."

"I know, sweetheart," he breathed, "I know, I wanted to fuck you, too. I've been thinking about it for so long... been thinking about how this needy pussy can only be satisfied by your big brother's dick."

Choking on a shaky moan, you resigned yourself to it, shutting your eyes tightly and pressing your hands up against the van to try to keep yourself stable. His fingers dug deeper into your waist, only taking a break to give you seemingly-unprovoked smacks on your ass or to tug your hair back.

"Baby, you're dripping," he informed you with a light chuckle. "Can you feel it? Can you hear it?"

Yes, you could do both: your back kept arching deeper and you felt your own arousal running down your thighs. There was a filthy squelching sound echoing around the woods, and up until now, you'd been successfully pretending that it wasn't coming from you.

"Not sure how long I can last with you soaking me like this, baby," he purred. "Bet you want it all nice and deep, huh?"

You didn't quite realize what he meant, at first.

"Come on, baby," he taunted with another spank, "tell me you want my come deep inside you."

A sob tore out of your throat and you picked up your fight again, hoping you could somehow get away just long enough...

"Stop fucking moving," he grunted, "I'm close."

"Please pull out," you begged, "please don't come inside me, don't come inside me, Eddie..."

"How the fuck am I supposed to pull out of a cunt like this?" he grinned. "You keep squeezing me tighter, sweetheart, I just know this pussy wants to milk my dick. Doesn't it, baby?"

You were only doing that because you were about to come, and you couldn't help it.

"I know you want your step brother to fill your little hole, sweetheart, just admit it," he laughed, although a second later all the playfulness was suddenly gone from his voice. "Fuckin' say it, bitch."

"I want you to," you choked out. "I want you to-- f-fill me up."

"You want who to fill you up?" he pressed.

"My... uh," you stalled. "My step brother." You put as much emphasis on the step as you could, but it didn't make it feel any less wrong.

"I know, baby," he panted, "m'gonna. I will, I'm so close-- fuck!"

A jolt ran up your spine, you knew you couldn't hold it back anymore; the best you could do was try not to make it too obvious. You whined through your teeth, legs shaking, and fought to stay upright as ecstasy tore through you.

"Oh, you really needed this," he taunted in a rough voice, "really needed me to fuck you, huh? God, I'm about to give you so much fuckin' come... say please, baby."

"P-please," you gasped, and that was all he needed because the very next moment, he groaned loudly and lost control of his thrusts. When he stilled, you could feel his cock flexing, and you sighed as your head dropped limply between your shoulders.

He eventually caught his breath, and groaned as he lifted the upper half of your body up towards him; he hugged your back into his chest, pressing his smile against your neck. "Should've known this would happen when you put that skirt on, baby," he cooed, kissing your shoulder. You both winced slightly when he slipped his cock out, and you knew you would be sore for at least a week after this.

You sniffled, wiping the tears off your jaw, as he helped you pull your panties back up and get your skirt down.

"There you go," he mumbled, offering you a reassuring smile as you tried to collect yourself. Just when you thought he'd put you back in the van, he guided you with a hand on yours towards the other side of the trees.

Of course, you hadn't noticed where you really were. Just a few steps past the treeline, you saw a crowd of your classmates, cups in hand, staring at the two of you. Your stomach dropped and you felt a little light-headed.

"Guess we weren't that far from the party after all," Eddie grinned. "You still wanted to go, didn't you?"

Your tights were ripped, your skirt was too short to hide his come running down your thighs, your face was striped with mascara tears; Eddie slipped his arm around your shoulders and guided you to walk with him.

"People are staring," you whispered to him.

"They probably heard you, silly," he laughed as he pulled you in for a kiss on the cheek.

"C-can we just go home?" you pleaded.

"Aw, come on, you've been begging me to take you to this party all week!" he reminded you, dragging you along through the field. "We should make sure to say hello to everyone."

#stepbrother!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson x reader #dark!eddie munson smut

[milesandcorysupermacy]

All jokes, mami

42!Miles Morales x Hothead!Black!Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: First time writing but I think it's pretty good 🤷🏾‍♀️, use of n word, cursing, Miles crying, mentions of trust issues, that's it I think

Word Bank: Hija: daughter Bien: Good Muy Bien: Very Good. Ay Dios mio: oh my God Tia: Aunt

Summary: You're having a great time with Miles, Talking about drama and laughing your ass off! But, when you go in the bathroom you find some press on nails that DAMN sure aint yours, and are WAY too dramatic to be his mom's. What do you do?

You're sitting in Miles' room. 'Neon Guts' by Lil Uzi Vert and Pharell playing in the background. You guys are doing what yall usually do, gossip about things that go on at Visions.

"Nah, that nigga was trippin', ma. In what world is it EVER ok to crease another man's forces? I'm not the issue."

Miles said in his own blissfully ignorant (hilarious) way. Talking about yet, another incident he's had within the past two weeks with the same guy, Bryson. He hates this man with everything in him. You try to get them to stick together since they're 2 of the handful of students that are minorities. But, as I said earlier, he's ignorant.

"Bae, I get that, I do. The forces were clean. Fresh out the box." You say, trailing off. Playing with your faux locs, thinking of what to say next. Trying to tread carefully because you know Bryson is a sensitive topic. He's your ex, and yall are still cool. But, Miles just NEEDS to be throwing blows with him all the time.

"But that doesn't mean you punch him in the face! A simple 'Ay watch where you goin' bro' would've worked perfectly, but now he look like a busted, lightskin, balloon." You say doing a horrible impression of Miles and his suave brooklyn accent.

Miles chuckles at your description of Bryson, deciding to add onto it.

"Nah, he don't look like no balloon. His ass look like a clown. Matter a fact, a whole ass circus, and he the star. That nigga a bitch anyway. He really think he look like Drake?Nah, bro. Yo ass look like French Montana, stop playin'. Like, Drake? Nah nigga more like Brake, because he needa pump the brakes and slow down before Plankton come and steal the secret formula for that big ass forehead! Cartoon looking ass." Miles said breaking you two out into a fit of laughter. Silent laughter. The worst kind of laughter.

The laughter where you two are just rocking back and forth on his bed, slapping each other's arms and legs, wheezing slightly, and barely gasping for air. You two calm down and you think of a joke. You gasp from realization.

"Nah, because why do he for real laugh like Mr. Krabbs?" You say laughing again. Miles starts laughing too. Snorting this time, which only adds to the excitement.

"I love how funny I made you, Mami. I'm rubbing off on you, bien. Muy Bien." Miles says in a slightly creepy way.

"Damn, I can't even get credit for being funny, Morales?" You say pretending to be offended.

"No, it's better like this." He says before giving you a peck on the cheek and putting his hand around your waist.

After like 5 mins of talking about more drama at Visions (with no laughing fits). You and Miles settle down and start cuddling. With 'Good Days' By Sza in the background. You wrap your arms around his back, with your legs on the outside of his. Miles, just laying on his back and wrapping his arms around your waist. (I hope this makes sense 😭) Cuddling in a bear hug kind of position. You guys stayed like this for about an hour, and just as you're about to doze off, unlike Miles who fell asleep 20 minutes ago. You have to pee.

You slip your hands from around his back, and try to subtly move his hands from your waist, but he woke up. Damn, getting to the bathroom is not gonna be easy with his clingy ass.

"Where ya goin', mamas?" Miles mumbles half asleep, with a raspy voice. Your heart flutters from the nickname.

'How tf does he have this affect on me, and he's half asleep?' You thought.

"Baby, I gotta pee. I'll be right back, ok?" You say trying to dumb it down since only half of his brain works at the moment.

"No, you're gonna take too long. Just stay with me, we'll get you a pamper or sum." He says gripping your waist even tighter. You usually would've given up because of how sweet he was being, but you deadass were gonna pee on yourself.

"Miles." You say sternly. He lets your waist go with a dramatic sigh, and you walk into the bathroom.

You do your business, flush the toilet, and walk over to the sink, starting to wash your hands. But- oh, what's this?

You pick up a pack of orange, rhinestone, one inch, press on nails. You don't wear press on nails. Shit, Miles would know because he pays for you to get your nails done. You feel the anger boiling inside of you. Maybe they're his mom's? No, she hates orange. It reminds her of Halloween. "The devil's holiday". You remember that's what she calls it and you start to smirk. No! You're supposed to be mad right now. You finish wiping your hands on a paper towel and throw it away. Grabbing the nails and marching into Miles' room.

You see miles on his phone, he must've been waiting for you to come back. Or texting his other ho-

"Hey, Ma-"

"Whose nails are these?" You say throwing the box at his face.

He groans and inspects the box, tilting his head in confusion. "I dunno, these seem a little too... crazy to be yours, why?" He says completely oblivious.

"Nigga" You chuckle from anger, pacing around the room. "Stop playing dumb. Miles you're not stupid, you've never been stupid. So I know you understand what pisses me off, and one of those things is lying. Imma ask you one more time, Miles Gonzalo Morales. Who's fucking nails are these?" You spat gritting your teeth during the last sentence. Miles shot up out of the bed, knowing what you were getting at. Trying to convince you with all his heart he'd never do that. This poor boy has lost enough, and he's not about to lose you to a pair of ugly ass nails.

"Mami, I promise I don't know who's nails those are, It's wild that you're even accusing me of this right now. You came over every day this week!" Miles expresses, desperately trying to give you enough evidence.

"Yea, and I always come over after school, maybe your hoes have a scheduled time for after I leave. Who is this bitch? Hm, Miles? Is it that Mexican girl on the 2nd floor, she seems like she's our age." You scream at him, sure that Rio had woken up from her post-work nap.

"Mami, I don't love anyone but you, I promise, ok? Even if I did, with all the money I spend on yo shit. You really think I have enough to buy another girl some nails?" He shouts back. Pointing to the Gucci Mini-Purse he got you for Christmas, he had saved up all year to buy it ever since he saw you eyeing it at the mall. But he could have it back now and give it to his other hoe.

"You know what? You can have this back since my only purpose is being a charity case, fuck nigga." You say taking out your keys, phone, headphones, Lip Gloss, and card out of the purse, shoving it in your pockets. Throwing the purse at him.

"Mami, you serious right now? Sit yo hot-headed ass down and listen to me, you actin' crazy!" Miles grimaced realizing what he just said already knowing your reaction.

"CRAZY?!?!?! I WILL SHOW YO ASS CRA-"

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE? Dios mio¡ It sounds like the real housewives in here. Hija, what did he do this time?" Rio asked.

"Mama Rio, who's nails are these?" You ask her. (She gave you permission to call her that after the 6th dinner together, don't worry)

"¡Ay! I was looking for those, they're Miles' Tia's. She came over yesterday, and was showing me them. She took them from Miles' cousin because that little mama is only 12 and does not need those." She said grabbing the nails and walking out the room to call his Tia. Leaving you and Miles in the most awkward silence. You slowly turn around to see Miles standing there. You thought he would have some sassy remark but no. His lip was starting to quiver and you knew what was next. He starts letting tears fall which surprised you.

"Papa, why are you crying?" You say walking over to hug him. Feeling the worst guilt ever.

"I....I thought you we're gonna leave me, Mami. I would *hiccup* never do something like that to you. Honestly if the roles were reversed I'd forgive you. I don't think I can even see my life without you. I'm so sorry." He says.

"Miles..." You whisper.

"It's not your fault I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. You've done nothing to prove that you're untrustworthy. I have trust issues and that's something I need to work on. Not you. I'm so sorry, baby" You say sitting down on the bed for one of the most needed cuddle sessions yall have ever had. And after a few minutes of comfortable silence, Miles breaks the ice.

"What if I just made my mom cover for me, and I am cheating on you?" He asks with a shit eating grin.

"Miles..." You warn

"All jokes, mami"

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FIRST FIC! what'd yall think? I'll accept constructive criticism. If you have a request or a way for me to make my writing better, just send a ask!

#across the spiderverse #42 miles morales #miles morales #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles x black reader #rio morales #uncle aaron #atsv imagines #miles morales fanfiction #sza sos #lil uzi vert

[didishawn]

@kiwivy

You are perfect to me (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: reader is insecure, smut, virginity loss, lots of Spanish

Masterlist

It's terrible, makes you feel sick, insecure everytime you see posts about Pedri and some other girl -you know nothing is ever going on with any of them, still fills you up with jealousy.

You try so hard to hate them, never are truly able to, just pure envy at how perfect they are, how many compliments are thrown their way, and how everyone just asks themselves how someone like you bagged up Pedri -at least you are sure everyone asks themselves that even if it's not true.

You and your boyfriend have been together for a very long time, almost a year, you know he is getting impatient, even if he never shows it nor has directly told you, how after so long you haven't gone all the way, the farthest you have gone being you giving him a handjob during a movie night a couple weeks ago.

Buet even with Pedri being the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ever wish to have, he starts to question himself whenever you take his hands off you when the heat elevates during make out sessions, how you push him off, he has never even seen you without any piece of clothing off -a true crime, because even over them he knows your body is marvelous.

He is suspicious, even a bit sad -that one he will never confess, confused, he wants answers. He would never make you do something you don't want to, but he does wish to know the reason behind his girlfriend, the one he loves the most not wanting to go further with him.

He didn't want the conversation to get so heated, but he guesses it was worth it.

The question was simple, he asked why you never seemed to want to go pass the make out stage. You didn't answer, trying to change the topic, your eyes not meeting his.

He asked again, you didn't answer, it was a back and forth that ended with tears in your eyes as you confessed to him.

"Dios, Pedri, ¿como coño voy a follar contigo yo siendo así y tú-?" he doesn't let you finish. (god, Pedri, how the fuck am I gonna fuck with you me being like this and you-?)

"¿Así como?" (like what?)

"¿De verdad me vas a hacer decirlo?" he nods, clearly confused "No es una noticia el hecho de que estás muy por encima de mi nivel, Pedri, todo el mundo lo sabes. Y como tú y yo vayamos más allá vas a querer cortar conmigo al instante" (are you really gonna make me say it? The fact that you are so above my level it's not news, Pedri, everyone knows it. And if you and I fuck, you are going to want to break up with me at once)

"¿Pero quien cojones te ha dicho eso? Si tu eres perfecta y a no ser que seas un alienígena o algo no pienso cortar contigo" (who the fuck told you that? You are perfect and unless you are an alien or something I am not breaking up with you)

"Eso dices ahora, pero-" (you say that now, but-)

"Pero nada" he gives a long sigh, thinking of his next words for a moment "Yo nunca te voy a forzar a hacer nada pero me parece una tontería que no quieras ir más allá por esa estupidez que tienes metida de que de alguna manera no eres la chica más guapa en el mundo" (but nothing. I would never force you into doing anything but I think it's stupid you don't want to go further because of that shit you have inside your head that somehow you are not the prettiest girl in the world)

"Tampoco es que te gustaría follar conmigo" once again, he is confused, almost glaring at you because of the manner you talk about yourself "Pedri, soy virgen" (it's not like you would like fucking with me. Pedri, I am a virgin)

".... Bueno, al menos eso me deja más tranquilo que esto no viene de los gilipollas de tus ex" he walks closer to you taking your face on his hands and directing you to only look at him as he squishes your cheeks "Escuchame bien, me da igual que seas virgen, me da igual cualquier mierda que se te haya metido en la cabeza de que no me vas a gustar cuando te haga el amor, el día en el que tú decidas, lo haremos, y te haré ver lo hermosa que eres" (well, at least that makes me calmer that this does not come from your stupid ex-boyfriends. Hear me out, I don't care that you are a virgin, or any of that shit inside your head that you somehow won't be desirable when I make love to you, the day you decide so, we will do it, and I will make you see how gorgeous you are)

"¿Y si quiero que ese día sea hoy?" You innocently ask him making him grin. (and what if I want it to be today?)

"Pues eso significa que el día se ha puesto mucho más interesante" (well, that means the day has just become so much more interesting)

"Joder, Pedri" you moan. (fuck, Pedri)

He has you fully naked, laying on his bed, legs wide open as he works in between them, his tongue taking everything from you.

Lips around your clit, sucking softly, the two previous orgarsms not enough for him, he wants to make sure you are as wet as possible, one finger inside you, softly thrusting and filling your walls up, another poking at the entrance, wanting to go in.

Your hands have a tight hold on his hair as he enjoys yourself kitten licking your clit, so unashamedly moaning at the sweet taste of your juices -he did a joke about you eating pineapple that you didn't understand but that he promised to explain later.

He looks up at you, questing eyebrow up as he looks from you, back to your entrance then back again at your flushed face and messy hair, you timidly nod, making him widely smile.

His second finger teases around a bit, he spits -even if not necessary by how wet you are, and slowly enters it besides the first one your head pushed back as you whimper at being so full.

You can't help but be scared at being so full with just two fingers when you think back to how thick his cock felt the day you gave him a handjob.

You feel his fingers do a slow scissor motion inside you, widening your walls a bit for a while, having your hips rise off the mattress before his other hand plants itself on your tummy, keeping you down.

"No te escapes" he grunts, then going back to work on your sensitive clit. (don't escape)

After a while he looks back at you once more you instantly nodding and enjoying the feeling of a third finger inside you, soft thrusts but going a but faster, you feel yourself reaching extasis once more, he loves it, lapping at your clit contently.

He separates from you, hands at the hem of his sweatpants as he waits for the aprooval that you of course give him, your eyes widening up at the realisation he was not wearing any underwear and his cock instantly bounces up from the clothing, already standing tall and really as thick as you rememberer, precum ouncing from his tip.

You get on you knees, reaching for the piece of meat before he stops you.

"Por mucho que quiera sentir tu mano alrededor mío, necesito estar dentro tuyo ya" (as much as I want to feel your hand around me, I need to be inside you right now)

His hand strokes himself as he walks over the nightstand, opening the drawer to take out a closed condom box, he impatiently rips it open and picks one, throwing it at the bed and putting the box back in its place, taking a smell bottle out and closing the drawer.

He signals you to once again lay down as he gets on the bed again, picking the small plastic bag and opening it, he puts the condom on -making a point to remember later where he threw the wrapper, he takes the small bottle, pressing it open and lubing up his cock as you watch with wide eyes.

You really don't know how he will make it fit.

"Entrará, no te preocupes" (it will fit, don't worry)

He is on his knees in between your legs, them thrown over his string thighs as he messages them to calm you down, a finger poking at your clit as his cock rests on you entrance, waiting for you to tell him it's already to go in.

You give him a look.

"Necesito palabras, amor" (I need words, love)

You roll your eyes, cheeks incredibly red "Por favor, Pepi, ve dentro" (please, Pepi, go inside)

He grins, so excited to finally have you, cock teasing before the tip is in, you hips instantly going up and body trembling, whimpers leaving your mouth as he caresses you to help deal with the pain, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

He waits, until you once more ask for him, you need him in deeper, want him to completely fill you up, honestly, Pedri feels like cumming already, but he must resist.

Inch by inch he enters you slowly, stopping everytime he sees you are in pain, the process going on until he fully rests inside you, cock making you feel so fucking full, balls tight against the curve of your ass.

It's a while until the moment he can freely thrust in and out from you, they are not as hard as he would want them to be -honestly for the better or he would have cummed a long while back. His finger pressing to your clit as he tries to make the whole experience as pleasurable for you as possible.

He fucks you slowly, yet hits all the right places that have you squirming and moaning, you are glad it's Pedri who makes love to you after hearing so many of your friends' bad first time experiences, but this is nothing like they told you, full love making that makes you feel in heaven as you once more cum around him -Pedri swears you are an angel when he sees your face and your sweet sound grace his ears.

He gives a couple more thrusts before he is filling up the condom, head pushed back as he groans, his hips trembling -so sensitive after all, it's been a while.

He leaves your insides, taking off the full condom and throwing it to the rubbish he walks back to the bed, standing still for a moment as he admired you in your post orgasmic glory.

"De verdad, eres la chica más hermosa que hay" (you really are the prettiest girl there is)

You smile at him and open your arms for him,, enjoying the feeling of him cuddling into your chest, talking about everything and nothing at all as you slowly fall asleep.

You hope in the morning the whole experience repeats itself.

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #pedri #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #pedri headcanon #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #football imagine #football player

[gothic-thoughts]

High Baby Fever

Part 3! Dio Brando x Black Fem Reader Angst

DomesticAU

TW: Miscarriage, mentions of child endangerment, mentions of murder(Just Dio tings really), NOT PROOFREAD(im sick😷🤒)

CW: Dio comforting, kidnapping, she/her pronouns

Word Count: 1742 (give or take)

Hearing soft sniffles and whimpers from across my mansion, I zoom to (Y/n)’s personal chambers and gently knock against the wood, the light thuds echoing throughout the empty corridor.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?” I rest my head against the door, “I heard you crying, my angel.”

I hear her voice curse softly so I look through the slight crack, my eyes tracking her form slowly jogging to the door and pressing against it in an attempt to keep me out.

"(Y/n), you know you can tell me anything.”

“It’s nothing, Dio. I just...I just need some space.”

“Have I upset you?"

“No! I mean, no.”

“Do not lie to me,” my forehead presses upon the door, “I could hear those sobs a mile away"

 I tried to push the door open, only for it to barely budge from the frame as the soft sniffles and gasps began again. My chest begins to tighten.

“Angel, please, this stress is not good for the baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You...you’re gonna hate me....”

"Never, my sweet.” I jiggle the handle harder, trying to pry it free, just to be with her, “I could never hate you. Tell me anything, anything at all."

She doesn’t respond, only leaving me with soft whimpers from behind the door. I open my mouth to speak but stop, taking in the idea that I hadn’t considered. I peek through the slit in the door to see my beloved walk to the other side of the bedroom before kicking through the door, old wood splintering and falling all over the stone floor as I burst inside.

I dusted myself off before I laid eyes on her—my sweet (Y/n)’s eyes were slightly bloodshot with a face streaked with tears. Before she could blink another tear from her lashes, she was in my arms and pressed close to my chest. I hold her tight and place a delicate kiss atop her skull then press my chin on the area as I breathe with her.

“Did you just break my door down?”

I take her chin and force her to look at me, “Now, what has upset you so much?"

Her eyes brim with water once again as she opens her mouth. She weeps again, pressing her wet, chubby face into my bare chest.

“The...the baby...”

My brow knit together. "What about the baby?" I run my fingers through the thick coils of her hair as delicate as possible, “What’s happened? Is Rose no longer healthy?”

Her muffled, broken sob was all I needed to hear as my heart tightened, a shiver running through every nerve, bone, and fiber in my body. (Y/n) shakily grabbed my hand and place it over her stomach—it had lost it's weight.

I shook my head to deny this, refusing to believe it as my eyes started stinging. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"No, no, darling. It's just some mistake; perhaps she was asleep."

“That's what I said! B-but he said...” 

 She paused to choke on more sobs so I wiped them away with my thumbs, hands trembling as I tried to keep up my strong façade for her.

"Who said that?" I tightened my grip on her, eyes wide with worry, "Tell me, who you got this....‘information’ from, because it cannot be true, you’ve only been with child for a month. You cannot just believe any--"

“The doctor told me, Dio!”

My breath hitches again. I shook my head angrily.

"Then he is a fool!" I continued wiping her tears away, mine starting to slip free, "He was wrong, dear. He was....”

“...I told you you’d hate me.”

I snap free of my denial, returning to my natural calm, collected demeanor as I guide her head up so I can see those pools of coffee glistening beautifully in the moonlight from the abundance of tears.

"Hate you...? (Y/n), my sweet...how can you say such a thing?"

Tears fell freely down her face. I took her trembling hands in mine, sickened at the thought of our loss being her fault.

"It’s never your fault, you’re smart enough to know that. How could I possibly hate you? I have never loved anyone before or after you, you’re aware of that. Darling, I need you—more than I need the next breath I take."

I held my hands to hers, pressing them to my lips and giving them a gentle kiss, all while looking at her longingly and leaning down to kiss back as passionately as ever before placing my forehead against yours, closed my eyes, savoring our togetherness.

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It had been a grueling 6 months of healing since then and for the most part, I had come to terms with the loss, yet, (Y/n) could not help but beat herself up about the whole ordeal every time she so much as breathed. It infuriated me to see her in such disarray the worst being that she wouldn’t speak to me about it. My heart shattered day in and out at the thought that I was growing to accept the death while my sweet seemed to be carrying all the weight of our shared grief. So tonight, I thought I’d set out to find her something she’d love from the streets of Egypt.

Once I return, I put it in a box and wrap it up nicely with a red bow before finding (Y/n) in our room, sitting on our bed with the same frown she had for months. I carried a large box inside with a loving smile in her direction in contrast with the confusion written all over her face as I gently set her present near the edge of the bed. I walk around the bed and take her smaller hands in mine and I just couldn’t help but smile.

"(Y/n), my darling...my love...my--”

“Dio, what is it?" She forces a chuckle, "And what is that?”

“Am I not allowed to be spontaneous? It is simply a gift for my partner.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yes, I know you are still lamenting from that fateful day, and I cannot bear to see you like this anymore. And so, I got you something I thought would force that beautiful smile out again.” 

“Aww, that’s so sweet, baby; what is it?”

I pull her to her feet, guiding her over to the end of the bed where the box was. "Go on, open it.”

“Tell me what it is!”

“I'll tell you that it is fragile, so be delicate."

Giving her a soft smile, I watch in anticipation as she carefully opens the box, my heart skipping beats, just waiting to see her face and when the box is finally wide open. She gasps loudly upon seeing the slumbering, infant wrapped in its little purple blanket, even taking a couple of steps back as I smile—the brightest smile I had in ages. I gently lifted the sweet, frail thing from the cardboard, cradling him closely to my bare chest, and listening as faint, somnolent sighs exit the child’s mouth.

“Isn’t he the most precious thing you’ve ever seen?” My thumb caresses back and forth on the infant’s forehead, “My minions couldn’t find an available baby girl so I hope the sex won’t be a problem.”

(Y/n) stammers a bit, “You stole a baby?!”

I kissed the child’s cheek, “Steal is quite the term; I rescued the poor thing.”

“Where did you get him?”

“What does that matter? He’s safe now.”

“Who's baby is this?”

"I don't know, I didn't make conversation before I butchered them."

"You killed them?!"

"That's what you're surprised at?"

"Yes, wha--no! Look, I just want to know what possessed you to kidnap a fucking newborn.”

I sigh, placing the boy on the bed, smirking as he readjusts his tiny feet inside the blanket encasing him. I look at her, reaching to stroke her plump, brown cheek.

"You did."

"What? Uh, excuse me, how is any of thi—!"

"I could no longer bear to see you so unhappy about the miscarriage so I sent my minions to seek out any newborns who seemed to be improperly taken care of."

She was silent for a moment, jaw agape as she struggled to find her words. She looked past me to the baby sleeping on the bed, but her face was still unreadable as her eyes moved to concentrate on me with a very evident side-eye.

"The minions found him tonight, I went to his residence to find him underfed in a house full of cigarette smoke."

"Underfed? Oh god...did you feed him?" 

"Yes, of course. After his parents were nothing stains, I fed him anything I could find in their home and on the way here."

She strode around me and picked up the child delicately, cradling him in her arms while his little hands clenched into fists as he slept. I step close to her, glancing over her shoulder at the baby.

"Look at him, (Y/n); he's our miracle. How was I supposed to abandon such an innocent thing in the home with such a terrible couple? We can raise him to be a better man than his biological father ever was...”

She sighed, swiping her thumb back and forth across the infant's forehead as her heart swelled with more and more affection for it.

"Do you not like him? If you really can’t bring yourself to love him, I am not attached as of yet so I could discard--”

“What, no!"

"Excellent, then from here on out, I will bring myself to be the best father possible."

"That means a lot coming from you." She giggles, the sweet sound lightening the air, "You gonna teach him to be evil?"

I laughed. "That's your first thought? No, dear. I could never make him evil like me! However... I could make him my successor. A villain must have an heir, after all."

"Well does your heir have a name?"

I gently take the baby from her hands, accidentally making its eyelids flutter open to reveal bright green irises as it awakes. I smiled in amusement, unable to take my eyes off our son. He was so...sweet and innocent, especially with the slight confusion on his features.

"Whatever name was bestowed onto him by that terrible family is a waste, therefore he does not yet." I slip my thumb into the baby's fist, shaking it slowly, "Although, I do like the sound of Giorno....it's perfect."

#x black reader #x black fem reader #black reader #black writers #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #dio brando x reader #black fem reader #dio x reader #dio brando #dio jjba #dio jojo #jjba x reader #jojo part 3 #dio x black reader

[imbadatwrighting]

can you do yugioh boys reacting to the reader beating them in a duel and refuse to have a rematch

We ain’t gonna talk about how this took me over a month, mk? I was going through some stuff ☠️☠️

Imma be making a master list soon and plan to getting to my other requests as well I’m so sorry about being inactive yall

Yu-gi-oh Boys with an S/o who beats them in a duel but won’t do a rematch

Yugi Muto

You guys played against each other as fun for a little date idea and it ended up with you winning

While Yugi wasn’t going as hard as he usually tries, he did try a little so you winning would be seen as an accomplishment between the two of you

Honestly he didn’t really care that much

He loves you too much and is just happy that you’re happy

He’s the type of boyfriend that brags about his S/o’s accomplishments

Even if you don’t think it was that big of a deal

He started to move on from it until Joey brought up that you should have a rematch

To be fair Yugi just thought of it as a little fun game but now with his friends watching but unbeknownst to him, you didn’t feel the same

Which was the perfect opportunity for Joey to pick at your skin

Despite both of you loving the same person (just in a different way) you two absolutely hated eachother

Which is honestly surprising

It’s because you’re both jealous of each other

He noticed how unwilling you were to do it but he didn’t really bat an eye, if you don’t want to do something then he’s not going to make you

He talked to you about it later though and no matter you’re reason, he tried to understand

As long as you tell he what’s going on and are honest, he’ll never be mad at you

Yami Yugi

Let’s be honest here he let you win

You know it, I know it, he definitely knows it

It doesn’t really matter how good of a player you are, he just wants you to be happy

As long as you’re happy, he’s happy

However the only problem was how obvious it was that he was letting you win

He might have thought of it as a sweet gesture, but to you he was just humiliating you

I mean in front of all your friends, your boyfriend is purposely losing because he know you can’t win???

You talked to him about it and he offered to have a rematch which you found sweet but said no to

Your hopes where crushed after he tried to let you win and you were still having difficulty

You’re not afraid to cheer him on from the stands though

He’s so fine like dios mío

Joey Wheeler

It’s was just embarrassing how easy you could win against him

It took no longer than ten minutes and it left him him feeling humiliated

He just wanted to show off his skills

No only to you but also to his friend but it didn’t really turn out that way

You and him definitely had to cuddle at your house to make him less sad

Sure it was fun to win your little game between you two but you also felt bad at how sad and disappointed you got

You also didn’t want to purposely let him win because you were never a good liar so when he found out it would only make him feel worse

Instead you just never played with him again

It didn’t matter how many times he asked or why, you weren’t playing against him

He tried everything from bribery to begging and above

He just wanted to show off his skills but you never played against him

You watched him play against others and commented on how better he was getting though which made him happy enough

There might have been one or two times where you did give in and played against him but you let him win both times which pissed him off but you found it kind of funny

Seto Kaiba

Let’s be real here you cheated

Or at least that’s what Seto likes to think

It doesn’t matter how tired he was when playing a simple game against you for mokuba he hands down believes you cheated

Like if he had to say you didn’t cheat or jump off a cliff, he choose the cliff

He also refuses to talk about it

No way in hell would be ever talk about it with you

He rather be friends with Yugi

He straight up did not talk to you for a week until you told him you cheated which didn’t but you just wanted him to talk to you again

The only thing you cheated on were your exams at school

It made him feel a little better and he asked you to go again but this time no tricks and twists

He wanted to show off to Mokuba who kept talking about the match

But when you said no, he got mad all over again

Honestly nothing you do is ever right with this man istg ☠️

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[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader : INSTAGRAM AU

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yourusername Princess wanted a Christmas tree in her bedroom so her daddy took her shopping for all the pink and girly ornaments they could find.

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urbanwyatt What princess wants, princess gets 💖

yourusername No kidding 😩

jackharlow So this is why Mia demanded a tree in her room 😩

urbanwyatt I may have told her to bug you about it

yourbestiename I hate you Wyatt

yourusername Hey hey now, not so much on my baby daddy now!!!!

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urbanwyatt Baby momma is gonna have my balls for these pics. But a quick shoutout to little mama for everything she’s been doing. She’s been working her ass off for this new album and her first headlining tour. She definitely needed a little “me time”

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yourusername I will definitely have your balls later for this! But I love you, thank you for always having my back 💜

urbanwyatt What way though? Like you’ll have them in your mouth, or ???

yourusername I cannot with you 🙄

taylorrooks My fav couple ever!!!!!

cozane Are mom and dad back together?

selenosunni I’ve been asking the same thing

jackharlow We’re siblings to divorced parents!!!!! Need y’all back together asap.

urbanwyatt Can you three stop?

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yourusername Told these two idiots to take Cassie to leave some flowers for La Virgencita. They succeeded but then started acting a fool, little princess had to set them straight.

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urbanwyatt I can’t believe she snitched on us

selenosunni Not even because I bribed her with chocolate 🤦🏻

yourusername Sunni, stop giving my child chocolate, especially when it’s her nap time.

yourbestiename Que hermosura de Dios 🥺😍 mi niña tan chula llevándole rosas a la virgencita 🙏🏻

yourusername ❤️ Mia looked gorgeous too

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[emeritus-fuckers]

How would the papas react to an unplanned pregnancy?

Papas and unplanned pregnancy

Primo

First of all, he's surprised.

He knows he is old, so he's mostly surprised that it took.

But, he is more than happy to sit with you through the pregnancy, or if you decide to terminate, he's also happy to pay for it.

He's kinda chill about the whole thing, tbh. Just wants to make sure you're comfortable.

Secondo

He is calm for about.. two seconds.

Then starts freaking out. He's a party man- He doesn't know how to deal with a kid!

Is probably more freaked out about it than you.

Don't get him wrong, he is happy if you decide to keep it. And he would likely clean up his act a little bit, and calm down from all the parties.. at least a little bit.

If you decide to terminate, he is also happy to hold your hand through the appointment, and help you afterwards.

Extremely freaked out, but going along with what you want.

Terzo

Immediately starts screaming.

At first, it's scared, Then its happy.

He loves kids!

He would be more than happy to keep the kid, and would be there the entire time. Treating you like an absolute god/goddess.

And if you decide to terminate, he will also understand. Make's sure you have the best doctor and you have the best pampering when recovering, if you need it.

Just very supportive.

Copia

"Oh amore!"

He is extremely happy. He love's kids and has always wanted one. He is so happy, immediately starts talking about names and how he can decorate the nursery, about how the ghouls will love the child.

If you decide to keep it, he is over the moon, hugging you and immediately looking for pregnancy vitamins.

If you decide to terminate, he understands. He will hold you and smile as he say's he will make the appointment. He cannot be pulled off of you for the entire appointment, and makes sure you're comfortable if you need anything after.

Just wants whatever makes you happy, a smile on his face the entire time.

Old Nihil

Completely flabbergasted.

Don't get me wrong, he knows he's fertile. He did make four sons (well, he doesn't know about one of them being his son, but that's a different story) and probably some... other unknown children.

He did not expect to make a kid at his current age, though!

Everything's up to you, really, but he will point out that he's... well, too old for a baby.

But if you decide to keep the kid, he's gonna try to at least help you out... somehow.

He's not very good at it, though.

Young Nihil

He is... not very happy.

It's not so much that he hates his kids (despite what it seems), there's just... a shit ton of trauma that nobody ever cared to deal with. (Please send him to therapy)

His first reaction is demanding you get rid of it and storming off.

He finally comes back the next morning, completely wasted.

He sees you crying and breaks down, too, finally opening up.

You talk for a long time before making a decision together.

If you keep it, he'll try his best. He will fuck up a lot, but he'll try.

If you terminate, he's gonna be with you and he'll hold you as long as you need afterwards.

~

Papas I-IV written by Zenith/Jasper.

Papa Nihil written by Nosferatu.

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[rabarbarzcukrem]

So... I've finally watched the first Utena musical

The whole cast singing the lines of the prince in masks without him appearing himself...do you get it... he's an idea...he doesn't exist... He's just a concept from a fairytale repeated by everyone...

Utena's deep voice <333

"What's so special about this letter?" said to Wakaba...

Saionji is so dramatic I love it

I don't like the fact that Utena's uniform clearly has a different shape to the shape of the ones worn by guys. It was like that in the anime too, but in real life it looks weird, like it's too small for the actress. Otherwise the costumes are amazing tho

Zettai unmei mokushiroku was used so well... Compared to the first few songs it's very sudden and intense, very fitting for the first scene in which Utena enters the dueling arena

The way everyone moves is so in character, Anthy picking up her dress when she walks (like a princess), Touga constantly with hands in his pockets (laid-back and indifferent), Juri with arms crossed (shielding herself), Utena's strong butch energy

I love how they did the sword of Dios thing

Wtf is this disco song??? It's so random and out of nowhere...Wait. Is it this musical's equivalent of the anime intro?? That's so smart...

The song slaps actually

OF COURSE the EGG SPEECH is a SONG

Anthy's voice is so pretty I'm gonna cry

Utena immediately calling Anthy her friend, even though she doesn't know her...she is so full of love to give and so starved for close human connection.... (how very middle school of her too). I can't look at this scene without thinking about what's to come.. "you showed me a taste of true friendship"...

"Are you (anthy and touga) close?" Oooh boy

Nanami is perfect...Her song with Miki on the keys lmao. Wakaba constantly in the background... foreshadowing??

There are like. 5 different scenes happening at once

Utena and Wakaba's friendship contrasted with Touga and Saionji's broken one...damn...

"I measure the time I spend hating the student council" LMAOOO

Anthy's creepy laugh... Actually this is a good visual way to show how weird she appears to the other characters and make sure the audience associates this uneasy feeling with her

Juri standing on the chair lol. The humor in this version makes it so clear that those are highschool students

And I adore the meta jokes about weird shit going on in the background during the council meetings and no one really knowing what the stop watch does

I noticed that Juri touches her hair whenever she's vulnerable. Nice detail

Juri angst...ouch...

Why is the sword of Dios so big tho

"The sword Juri sent flying through the air came down to shatter her own rose...was the floor of the arena the only thing it pierced?" OW OW OW

THIS SCENE BROKE ME

Saionji calling Touga "motherfucker" I'm dead

Different girls playing Utena in the coffin, covering their faces with the doll...

AND THEN DUELISTS JOINING TO SING UTENA'S LINES THAT SHE WILL NEVER LEAVE THE COFFIN. WITH ANTHY AT THE END. GENIUS

The cooking song is so cute and catchy

UTENA SPITTING AT SAIONJI I'M LOVING THIS

Saionji joining the shadow girls...this is hilarious

I love the desperate song of Wakaba inspiring Utena to take back who she was. And her being the only one to say that the girl's outfit doesn't suit Utena... But as soon as her role of inspiring the main character is fulfilled, the curtain falls and only Utena is left on stage.

...Surely....

The ending was amazing..

All in all I'm convinced that a stage play of Utena is the best type of adaptation that could ever be made. The anime already had allusions to theatre and stages so it works perfectly.

#I can't wait to watch the second one #revolutionary girl utena #rgu #moje

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Thank you to @swiftiscruff for this amazing celebration of Pedro friendship. I wrote this for my friend @ohheypedrito. We've known each other for 20 years, ever since we were high schoolers in Colorado. Thanks to Pedro, we've become good friends and sharing in this ~obsession~ with her has been so fun.

We both love Taylor and we both love Pedro, so I wrote a drabble based off of "Mirrorball" for her. This is my first time writing for Frankie, sweet sweet precious Frankie.

Mirrorball

“About ready?” Frankie’s question shouted from the bedroom makes you almost smear the eyeliner you’re applying. Cat eye, Frankie’s favorite, he loves the way it accents your eyes.

“Almost,” you grab your makeup brush to sweep a small dusting of silver glitter over your liner. “We still have time.”

“We have five minutes before we need to walk out the house and you still have your shoes to put on.” Frankie’s voice coming through the other side of the door.

“I know, I know, shush,” you paint your red lipstick across your lips. “That’s going to take me no time at all.” 

“That’s what you always say, and yet we’re always late.” He hasn’t moved from behind the door. You can only imagine he’s standing there, arms folded across his chest, foot tapping on the hardwood floor, mouth slightly agape in frustration. 

“Yes, and we’re usually late because you just have to kiss me and that turns into… other things,” you put your dress on, smoothing the form fitting fabric against you.

You know he’s annoyed with you right now, but he doesn’t know what you’re wearing for him tonight. Silver sequins shine in the lights of the vanity, your legs are bare, your dress only landing right above your mid thigh, the neck dipping down to show off your chest. You’ve never worn something like this, it’s not one of your regular choices, but you want Frankie to remember tonight.

“Well,” he huffs, “I’m gonna go gather everything ’n make sure the doors are locked.” 

“Hold on! You have to zip up my dress,” you take one last look in the mirror, you look good. Your heart thrums at the anticipation of what Frankie will think.

You open the door, Frankie’s eyes slowly drag up and down your body, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, “You look… fuck.”

You breathily laugh. “That good, huh?”

“Mm.”

You walk towards him, holding your hair up, his eyes growing darker the closer you get. “You still have to zip me up.”

“I know. Just wanna keep looking at you.”

You stand in front of him with a small smile, your eyes glinting with mischief at the way all of his frustrations left once he saw you. He grips your bare shoulders, turning you around, his hands slithering down your bare back, grabbing the zipper and zipping it up. His nose fits in the crook of your neck, he inhales the sweet scent of your perfume as he snakes his hands around your waist, his large hands splaying against your stomach. 

“You look amazing baby,” whispers into your ear. The bristle of his thin beard tickles as he leaves open mouth kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. 

“Francisco, you’re the one who said we needed to leave soon and I still have things to do.” 

“Hush,” his command vibrating against your neck as he pulls you closer against him. You can feel the proof of just how amazing he thinks you look pressing against your backside.

“Seriously, I hate to say it, but we do need to leave. It’s a big night for Ben.”

“Fuck, I hate that you’re right,” he says pulling away. He runs a hand through his hair, the soft curls you helped him set now askew from frustration.

You walk over to step into your shoes and slowly bend over to buckle the straps around your ankle. Your dress hikes up to reveal the small strip of fabric covering you underneath. 

“Dios mío! Baby!” Frankie huffs, “You can’t do that.” 

You grin as you turn your head back to look at him and wink before slowly raising up.  

“You look incredible. Everyone’s gonna be looking at you. Spin for me querida, need to see you.”

You slowly spin, showing Frankie every shimmering inch of your body. 

“Beautiful…”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” he steps in front of you, grabbing your chin and kissing you. “Wish we didn’t have to go to this damn party, gonna go and burn the disco down so I can bring you home and fuck you in this dress.”

“We’re not going to do that. I’m excited for tonight. Maybe I’ll even be able to get you out on the dance floor with me tonight, show me a new version of yourself.”

Frankie laughs. “I’ll leave that to Santi. Maybe once we get home you can be my own little mirrorball later tonight.”

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[leasstories]

The New Girl

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

TW: SH, blood, drug use, depression, mentions of bullying

Your family just moved in Hawkins Indiana, you're 18 and this is your senior year. You were your old town's freak, and the fact that you were a girl made it even worse. You were considered the town’s freak because you were mainly listening to metal and Rock N'Roll  but also because you loved Roleplay games. One day, you saw this magazine about Dungeon and Dragons and you really enjoyed the game's concept, you knew pretty much everything about this game but you had no one to play it with. This year means new resolutions and you decided to be the most "normal" that you could be. It means you have to say goodbye to the ripped jeans but also goodbye to the band t-shirts. And you even consider joining the cheerleaders even though you hate what they do. You won't be able to go through another year of bullying, all alone. Your high school years were really hard on you, you went into depression and school phobia and started having self harming habits. This year has to be different. You're even gonna hide your tattoos and you dyed your hair back in your h/c which is far different from their previous color which was claret-red.

This is your first day at Hawkins High, you dressed in a plain white, long sleeve t-shirt and a blue jean, and you only did your make up with foundation and mascara. You rush downstair, take your bag, a pancake and rush through the door while screaming "See you tonight !" to your parents. You hear your mom wishing you a good day before sitting on the driver seat of your car. You drive to school even though you are early and you hope you can find a calm spot in order to hide and smoke your cigarette before heading to class. You park your car on the parking, get out and see a little path leading to the forest, you take it and arrive at a picnic table, you sit thinking it's a very calm spot for your little pre first day cigarette. You sit down, take your cigarette out and start smoking when you hear leaves scrunching behind you. You jump off of the bench, to see a teenager, or young adult you don't know, with brown curly hair, brown eyes and his clothes are very similar to your former clothes. He raises his hands in surrender to show you he means no harm before speaking.

"I never saw you around"

"I'm new in town" you answer

The boy looks at you with his big brown eyes, you can't help but stare at him, but also admire him for being confident enough to wear the clothes he wants, you remember that once, you were like him, but that led you to be in such a dark place that you think it doesn't worth it.

"Then welcome perfect stranger, I'm Eddie Munson !"

You chuckle before answering "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N"

"Nice to meet you, I actually can't believe you are talking to me, most people would have ran away"

"Why is that ?” you ask

"Because I'm the town's freak" he makes invisible quoting marks with his hands "mean and scary"

"You don't seem mean and scary to me"

"Well thank you,  but you shouldn't hang out with me at school, not that I don't like you no, you are pretty and I enjoy talking to you but-"

You cut Eddie's rambling. "I can manage hanging out with the outcasts, I actually was an outcast in my old town"

"You don't seem an outcast to me, you seem the most normal person I've ever seen, and it's not an insult at all I promise" Eddie is all flustered and keep rambling.

"My style, my real style is similar to yours to be honest, I just changed it because I couldn't take being the freak anymore but I admire you. I admire you for not caring about what others think, and" you take a deep breathe "I want to learn, that's why, if you accept it of course, I'm gonna hang out with you at school"

While you were talking Eddie took a black lunch box out and started rolling a joint.

"I'd be honored to hang out with you, and I'll help you, I'll help you see how unimportant people's opinion is, all that matters is that you are comfortable in your own clothes, that you feel yourself. Do you even feel yourself in those ?"

You look at the ground, ashamed before answering "Not really..."

"You don't have to feel ashamed. I promise to help you be yourself" Eddie lits up his joint, you look at the joint tempted before Eddie asks you "Wanna share it with me ?"

You think about it, and if you're gonna walk into the hall of your new high school with him, you'll need courage, plus you haven't had one in two days now and the withdrawal is getting really strong so you nod.

"Before I share it with you I need you to say it out loud, please"

"Yes I want to share it with you"

Eddie hands you the joint and you take a few hits before handing it back to him. You look at your watch before cursing "shit ! Eddie we're gonna be late !"

Eddie shrugs but then he sees the panic in your eyes and takes his stuff before leading you to the high school.

When you both enter the halls, everyone looks at you. You start fidgeting with your fingers, really anxious for this first day when Eddie says. "You have nothing to be afraid of, if anyone is rude to you come to me and I'll flip them off"

You chuckle slightly before answering "thank you Eddie". Gosh you find this boy really sweet but also insanely attractive, but of course you keep your thoughts to yourself.

Eddie leads you to the secretary office and waits for you outside while you go pick up your timetable as well as your locker number and code. When you head out, you look surprised that Eddie is still here.

"What are you still doing here, you're gonna be late."

"I wasn't going to let you get lost in the maze that is Hawkins high, plus I don't care about being late"

"Thank you, I'm going to my locker and then to my first class"

Eddie snatches your timetable from your hands and look at you, grinning.

"We are together almost all morning !" he seems very excited at the idea of spending the morning with you and deep down you are too. You are also relieved.

"Sounds amazing" you answer

After your last class of the morning, that you had to spend without Eddie, you're going to the cafeteria, you enter and go grab food, once you have your tray, you look around for somewhere to sit when one of the basketball player, you think his name is Jason, goes to you and tell you "Wanna sit with us new girl ?"

You look at him in disbelief because of what he just called you, but you're kinda scared of him, you knew people like that at your old school, one of them used to hit you every single day, you start trembling a bit.

Eddie is sitting at his table with his friends from Hellfire. Gareth, Jeff, Dustin and Mike all look at the scene happening a few meters away which is your interaction with Jason when Gareth says.

"Look at the new girl already being seduced by the King of Hawkins high"

At those few words, Eddie raises his head from his plate and look at the exchange between you and Jason, he can sense that something is off but before he can say anything Dustin speak up.

"Why does she look so uncomfortable ?"

Eddie gets up on the table and scream "YN, you can come sit here if you want"

The whole cafeteria look at you and then Eddie in disbelief and Jason look at you with a glare saying 'don't you dare sit with him'. Before you could say anything Jason turns to Eddie and says "Want somethin' freak ?". The nickname make you wince and you get out of the cafetaria, running, with teary eyes. You run until you reach the picnic table you were sat on this morning.

Meanwhile, Eddie makes a face at Jason before jumping from the table and going to look for you. After 10 minutes of searching the whole High School, Eddie comes to the conclusion that you are at the picnic table. He goes there and see you with a bloody razor blade in your hand, crying. He delicately sits next to you and take the blade from your hands, he doesn't say anything because to be honest, he doesn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry" you manage to say between sobs

"Don't be YN, I am the one who is sorry, I should have been waiting for you at your class. What happened with Jason, did he say something ?"

You start crying even more at the mention of what happened in the cafeteria, Eddie start rubbing your back before he remembers the bloody blade. He looks at your bloody wrists and take one in his hand, he take his bandana and start wiping off the blood while you keep crying.

"I'm sorry if it hurts sweetheart but I have to clean all that blood"

You wince when the fabric of the bandana touch your wrist but you don't back up. You're ashamed that he saw you like that though.

After Eddie finished wiping the blood from your left wrist, he wipes the blood from your left wrist.

He keeps rubbing your back while you sob before asking "do you wanna talk about what happened in there ?"

You take a shaky breath before saying "I've known someone like Jason... back in my former high school, and he-" you start crying again "he hurt me almost every single day..."

"I'm sorry to hear that YN... Jason is a dick but he'd never hurt you like that, and even if he tried I wouldn't let him"

You look at Eddie, still sobbing, with your teary eyes and you mutter a shaky "thank you"

Then Eddie looks back at yout wrists and hesitate before asking "do you hurt yourself often ?"

You burry your face in your hands, ashamed and keep sobbing.

Eddie gets up from the bench and kneel before you, taking your hands away from your face. He lift your chin up so you can look at him before saying "You don't have to answer YN, but I want you to know that you can tell me anything, I'd never judge you or tell anyone what you tell me"

"I do..." you end up answering

Eddie look at you with saddened eyes before searching for a pen and a paper through his bag, he writes down his adress and phone number and hands it to you.

"The next time you want to do that, call me or  come see me, I'll try taking your mind off of it, and if you can't help but do it, I'll at least clean your cuts"

You take the paper after thanking him.

"Do you want me to bring you back home ?" You nod, you and Eddie go back to your car, once you've unlocked the car Eddie opens the passenger door for you.

"What are you doing ?" you say

"Driving you home" Eddie answers

"But what about your car ?"

"Don't worry for me YN, I won't let you drive when you're all shaken up, please let me do that for you"

You nod and climb on the passenger seat. Eddie close your door before climbing on the driver's seat. You give him the direction to your home. The ride is silent, but it's a comfortable silence. Once you arrive, Eddie open the passenger door for you before leading you to your door.

You unlock your door when Eddie says "See ya tomorrow YN !"

"Can you... can you stay please" you ask

Eddie look at you before saying "Of course I can, I have nothing better to do anyway, I can stay until your parents come back"

"Thank you so much" you say with a weak smile.

You lead Eddie to the couch and instruct him to sit down.

"I know you've been wanting to ask me something all the way home, please go ahead, ask me, whatever it is I'm prepared."

"Why do you hurt yourself ?"

You take a shaky breath before answering "Because the pain I feel inside of me is eating me alive, when I cut myself my focus is on another kind of pain, one that hurt less than the pain inside of me"

Eddie takes your hand. "I'm sorry, I wish I could take away some of your pain"

After this conversation, Eddie cheered you up, he made some jokes to make you laugh, you listened to Iron Maiden together, and when it was time for him to leave you kissed him on the cheek and Eddie was all flustered.

The next days, you spent a lot of time together and Eddie was always trying to put a smile on your face, he was doing everything in his power to make you forget the demons from your past, and it worked, every time you were with him  you were laughing and smiling. Thanksgiving holidays were approaching, which meant you would be all by yourself for a week. But you decided that you won't tell Eddie, he has to enjoy Thanksgiving holidays with his family, he needs to take time for himself. You can't ask him to spend his entire holiday with you even though you'd really like that. You can't be selfish, he's done so much for you in the past weeks.

This is the last day before the holidays and you decided to go to school with your style, you put on a black Metallica t-shirt with a black ripped jean, Doc Martens and let your tattoos show, you didn't tell Eddie that you would come to school like that, when you entered the hall, everyone was whispering, you went to class and sat at the last raw, next to Eddie's usual place.

Eddie was late as usual, when he entered the class he saw everyone whispering but paid no further attention, until his eyes spotted you. When he looked at you, his jaw dropped, he didn't think you'd be ready yet. He went to sit next to you and saw you figdeting and your knee bounce, you two had gotten really close in the past weeks so he put his hand on your knee and look at you, a look meaning 'I'm here for you'. The class go by and you keep fidgeting but Eddie keeps his hand on your knee until the teacher notice.

"Can I help you Mister Munson" she says

"I'm sorry Miss, I wasn't feeling well and Eddie was showing me emotional support" you answer

"The freak help the freak" says a cheerleader. Chrissy turn to you with an apologetic smile.

"Mrs Smith, I didn't ask for a comment, Mr Munson just remove your hand from her knee"

Eddie look at you before doing so, you nod, making him understand that it's okay. Deep down it isn't and you know that you aren't going to your next class.

When the bell ring, you don't even wait for Eddie and run to the bathroom, you lock yourself until the bell ring to indicate that the next class is starting.

Eddie enter the next class, he scans the room but doesn't see you, he doesn't care about what the teacher will say, he just get out of the room, ignoring the teacher who was ordering him to come back to class. He knew where you were but he also knew that you were hurting yourself, he knows how hard it had been for you and also know you weren't ready to handle everything that was coming with assuming your style, your mental health was still very fragile even though Eddie had helped you a lot. He had to find you, you needed him now more than ever.

You were sat at the picnic table, looking blankly at your bloody wrist when Eddie found you, he sat next to you and you were so afraid that you disappointed him that you decided to speak first, looking at your shoes.

"I'm sorry Eddie, I couldn't help it"

Eddie looks at you with a saddened but understanding look. "I'm not mad YN, I promise, let me fix this."

Eddie goes through his bag and take out some gauze and a bottle of antiseptic, he always has it in his bag since the first time he saw you hurt yourself, just in case. He didn't have to use it in a while, but he knew that you would probably relapse one day, and Eddie was glad he didn't take it out of his bag.

Eddie put some antiseptic on the gauze and started cleaning your wounds, he then looked at you in the eyes before saying "I really like your style" Eddie is grinning, even though he shouldn't be flirty, he can't help, you're just so beautiful, even more when you’re yourself. Eddie doesn't care about your scars, and even if it saddened him, the fact that you happened to hurt yourself wasn't something that made him run away. Eddie fell for you in those few weeks you spent together.

"Thank you for cleaning this up, and for the compliment" you blush at each special attentions.

"You’re not so bad yourself Munson" you added

Eddie got closer to you and took your hand in his. "I have something to tell you YN, and I know that now might not be the best timing but I can't keep it to myself anymore."

"I love you Eddie" you blurt out without thinking. When you realize what you just say you put your left hand on your mouth and take your hand away of Eddie's, ready to leave.

Eddie grabs you by the wrist and kisses you passionately before saying "I was going to say that I love you more than I should love a friend. And please don't interrupt me, let me finish. I really enjoy every moment with you, and I'm proud of you for coming to school like that, I'm proud of you for not self harming for weeks. Yes you've relapsed today, but relapse is part of recovery and please believe me when I say that you can tell me when you've done it, I'd rather be there for you, help you clean it up and help taking away your guilt than not knowing what you're going through. You've come such a long way YN, and I'm so so proud of you. I love you and nothing can change that."

You have tears in your eyes, what Eddie said is so beautiful, you don't even know what to answer to that, no one as never been this kind to you before and it's overwhelming, so instead of saying anything you hug him and don't let go.

It is Thanksgiving today, your parents left in order to spend Thanksgiving with your grand-parents as well as your aunts and uncles that you don't particularly appreciate, that's why you decided to stay home. You have been trying out outfits all morning long to find the perfect outfit and now you found it, you're gonna wear a black leather dress, tights and heeled boots, you put on some black eye liner, mascara and red lipstick. You've just finished putting your hair in a tight bun when you hear Eddie's van pulling up in your backyard. You rush to the door taking your keys and bag. Your run in Eddie's arms and hug him tight, your legs around his waist. Eddie chuckles and kiss you before saying "Ready to spend Thanksgiving with me and my uncle ?"

You seem a bit stressed so Eddie looks at you in the eyes before saying "Wayne is gonna love you YN, I'm sure of that"

You spend the ride hand in hand, listening to your favorite song, 'Rainbow In the Dark' by Dio.

"Eddie ?" you say, breaking the silence

"Mmh" he answers

"You are my Rainbow in the dark"

Eddie smiles and squeezes your hand. "I love you Sweetheart"

" I love you too Eddie"

And as Eddie predicted Wayne loves you and you spent the best Thanksgiving you've ever spent, surronded by people you feel safe around. Not thinking once about hurting yourself. Eddie is really your Rainbow in the dark.

If you or anyone you know has to deal with SH, depression or suicidal thoughts please reach out for help. https://www.cdc.gov/reproductivehealth/depression/resources.htm

#eddie munson comfort #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson is a sweetheart #Spotify

[azrielgreen]

The Way It Shouldn't Be - Final Part

They're playing a song Eddie would hate and everyone's paired up and pretending like they got ANY of Tommy's liquor, dancing wildly and laughing loud but not loud enough to drown out the song Eddie would hate.

Steve's on the fringes, watching.

Has his own alcohol, got a never ending supply from his Dad's office. He thinks of the massive blowout party he and Tommy and the boys always planned for. Post Prom Insanity: partying for two maybe three days and then taking a roadtrip together, see other places, go on adventures.

Tommy's engaged to Carol, who's pregnant and no one's meant to know but of course everyone does. He's gonna work for his Dad, the thing he always said he never wanted to do. Everyone else, Steve wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire so yeah, no party.

No road trip.

No Eddie.

But Steve's there; hired the tux and everything, so why fuckin' not?

He drinks and imagines fucking Eddie somewhere on campus, the music playing while they kiss. He imagines a lot of shit that's not ever gonna happen because good things don't last.

They're not made to last.

It's not the way things are.

Whatever.

Stupid Enola Gay comes on and Steve tries not get all caught up in the melody, the way the minor keys fuck him up.

Eddie's not coming.

He knows because he swung by Eddie's trailer earlier, met Wayne.

The older man was kind, but really clear when he said Eddie was staying with friends for a few days.

Steve is sulking.

Kind of spoiling for a fight.

First dick he sees harassing a girl is gonna eat it, simple as that.

God, he feels like a chaperone.

Like he's a thousand years old.

Cannot wait to get home, cry and jerk off before he falls asleep. Wonderful plans. Stellar.

'Fuck you,' he mutters, takes another slug. Enola Gay always moves him.

He gives up when the song ends, what's the literal point of staying when the best song is already gone.

He's sulky, moody and still heartbroken.

Still in love.

It's not how it should be.

He knows that.

But it's how it fucking is.

He's leaving, he decides.

He feels ruthlessly good about it when someone grabs his hand and yanks him with knowing roughness.

'Dumping out, Harrington?'

He whirls, blinks.

Is a little drunk but like... not enough for this.

'Eddie?'

He looks...

Oh my god he's kind of dressed up.

For Eddie, he's dressed up, meaning he looks way more Devil Worshipper than usual. Hair all roughed up and wavy, eyeliner, all black, laced untied and that godforsaken Dio cut off he adores.

He's got a silver earring in; a dangly rose. It's undoubtedly something a girl would wear, all sparkly.

'Oh my god,' Steve mutters, dazed.

Then he shakes himself and smacks Eddie around the face.

'OK, ow.'

'You fucker! You don't call me for weeks and now you just rock up here, looking stupidly hot--'

'Aww thanks, babe.'

'--like no time has passed and nothing happened!'

Eddie sighs, glances around.

'People are staring.'

'I don't care!'

'You're drunk!'

'Well, you're an idiot!'

'Well, I love you.'

'Well, I love YOU-wait, no. What?'

Eddie rolls his eyes, pulls Steve close.

'I want us too.' Then he lets out a shaky sigh, strokes Steve's face. 'Christ, everyone is literally staring but i--'

Steve kisses him.

The world jumps the tracks.

The song skips.

Nothing will ever be the same.

It's the best fucking kiss of his life.

'I wanna fuck you.'

'Right here?' Eddie's kissing him back, its delightful, fucking gorgeius. 'Man, you really are a kinky fucker, but I've actually for a surprise for you?'

'You're not gonna sing to me, right?'

'Have a little faith in me, Harrington.'

'Does it get us the fuck out of here?'

Eddie grins, grabs his hand again.

*

'So, what do you think?'

Steve can't think. His brain is all mushy.

'Um.'

'You don't like it.'

'Eddie,' he says with soft astonishment. 'You didn't have to do this.'

The van is big, spacious. Steve's been in it before when it was not spacious, at all. Eddie has cleared the back completely but more than that, he's got supplies inside. Bedrolls, pillows, knives (of course) as well as cases of bottled water, canned good, tools, a compass and a map.

'I heard good things about Chicago.'

'From who?'

'A lady trying to sell me tickets to Chicago, but look.' Eddie sighs, wraps his arms around Steve's middle from behind. 'I just wanna try. I wanna be with you and not be scared to lose out. I can't run, don't wanna do that.' He kisses his neck. 'I'm in if you are.'

'We could go anywhere?'

'Anywhere.'

'What if you hate me after a week?'

'That's why god invented hatefucking.'

'What if we get lost?'

Eddie's lips are warm against his skin. 'Sounds fun.'

'What if--?'

'Gonna save you some time, Harrington, there's a million reasons not to do something, OK? We don't have to, but I saw the maps on your wall. I know you want to blast outta this town and so do I. I love you, Steve. I'm being brave. You wanna be brave too?'

Steve leans his head back, looks up at the stars. He can hear the music from inside, muffled but still undeniable. Eddie's all around him, they're swaying a little.

He closes his eyes, smiles.

'Dance with me first?'

~ the end.

💕💕💕

#thewayitshouldn'tbe #the way it shouldn't be #oonionchiver #steddie #steddie fic #fanfiction #my writing #spilled thoughts #askaz #onionchiver

[mur-art]

Mur's WTTT Art Master Post

A compilation of all my Welcome to the Table/Ben Brainard-verse art (so far), sorted by topic and character. I think I covered everything! I tried to organize them the best I could but some categories were hard to define. If I missed anything, plese lmk! WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD!

(GEN) COMICS/MULTI-CHARACTER SCENES:

---> Weekend at Congress (Florida, Loui, Gov)

---> Baby's First Hurricane! (Florida, California, Mother Nature)

---> Pile O' Corners (Four Corners)

---> The Gambler, The Family Man, and The Stoner (Nevada, Utah, Colorado)

---> A Family Affair (IDC, Penn, Gov)

---> Gator Onesie (Florida, Gov)

—> Surfin’ USA (California, Hawai’i, Alaska)

FLORIDA AND CALIFORNIA ANTICS:

Continued under the cut...

---> Karaoke Night at the Statehouse

---> Halloween Horror Night

---> What is This "Moun-tan" You Speak of?

---> "Whatcha readin', Safe Space?"

—> Cali’s Gonna Yeet Him off a cliff

INDIVIDUAL WTTT CHARACTERS:

Alaska

---> Good View From Up Here (Alaska + Hawai'i)

---> I Was Born Under a Wan'drin Star... (tw: blood)

Arkansas

---> Pirate Kansas!

California

(This diva has his own category; see below)

Colorado

---> Snowy Selfie

Florida

—> Florida!!! (Mur’s Version) (TW: Blood)

—> Emotional Support Alligator

---> Astrophysics for People in a Hurry

---> The Price of Freedom

---> Gator Onesie

Gov

---> You Should See The Other Guy (tw: blood)

---> "I Was So Worried" (Gov + IDC)

---> Gator Onesie

Hawai'i

---> Good View From Up Here (Alaska + Hawai'i)

---> Gossip Girls (California + Hawai'i)

IDC

---> "I Was So Worried" (Gov + IDC)

Louisiana

---> <3 Heart Eyes <3

Massachusetts

---> Spiked Dunks!

---> I Started a War!

---> Dunks Onesie! (feat. New York)

Michigan

---> "I Brought Salad!"

Montana

---> Treasure State // Big Sky Country

National Guard

---> POV You're Late to Your Date w/Natty Guard

Nevada

—> Playing With Fire (Nevada and Utah)

—> Vegas Vic (collab with @freshwolfhell)

—> Circus, Circus (collab with @freshwolfhell)

—> “Wait, YOU don’t have a lottery?” (Utah and Nevada)

---> Neon Showgirl

---> Caution, Do Not Dig (semi-nsfw)

---> Oh, You're Actin' So Holy (Utah and Nevada)

---> MOBvada

---> Being an Absolute Mood

New Jersey

---> Stick 'Em Up! (tw: blood)

---> Bad Boy (tw: smoking)

Oregon

---> Get In Loser, We're Dying of Dysentery

Utah

—> “Wait, YOU don’t have a lottery?” (Utah and Nevada)

---> "I'm Not Like Other States, I'm a COOL State!"

---> Oh, You're Actin' So Holy (Utah and Nevada)

Washington

---> Get In Loser, We're Dying of Dysentery

---> Judgy Washing Machine

Wisconsin

—> Go Pack Go!

SHIPS/DUOS:

Texas/California

---> Dios Mio, Erán Vaqueros!!

—> “Stay Still, Idiot!” (Hurt/“Comfort”)

—> OMG They Were Cowboys!

---> "Let Him Kiss Me..." (nsfw)

---> I Hate Everything About You

---> Not-So-Lone Star (semi-nsfw)

---> Wildflowers

---> Saw Your Face in a Dusty Daguerrotype

---> "It Suits You, You Know" (Cali/Austin)

Florida/Louisiana

---> Karaoke Night at the Statehouse

---> "Mornin', Sunshine" (semi-nsfw)

---> OMG They Were Pirates!

---> Bisou Ur Face

---> Those eyes, damn those eyes

---> "Hey Loui-- <3"

Florida/Gov

—> Send Me a Selfie

California/Nevada

—> “Fighting” Over the Remote

---> California is a Big Spoon (nsfw)

---> 99 Problems

California/New York

---> Working Late

---> Straight Gay Espresso Morning

---> "Get Loved, Idiot"

---> Can't Handle the Cold

New York/New Jersey

---> "What the [bleep] are you lookin' at?"

Massachusetts/Virginia

—> The Gentleman and the Sailor

---> Kingdom of Days

Oregon/Washington

---> Get In Loser, We're Dying of Dysentery

---> May 18, 1980 (tw: blood)

Alaska/Hawai'i

---> Good View From Up Here

Massachusetts/New York:

—> I am NOT Wearing That!! (The Dunks Onesie Saga continues!)

A SECTION just for CALIFORNIA since I draw him so much (whoops):

---> Money, Power, Glory (CA Statehood Day Art 2023)

---> Fem!Cali

---> Looking for the Golden Light

---> Two Sides of the Same Coin/King of Diamonds (NorCal + SoCal)

---> Twelve Atmospheric Rivers Later...

---> "I am California, Can't You See?" (CA Statehood Day Art 2022)

---> Gossip Girls (California + Hawai'i)

---> Firebender Cali

NON-CANON CHARACTERS/OCS:

Jefferson

---> Abolish the Police...Birds? (feat. Austin)

San Diego and San Francisco

---> CA's Favorite/s?

#welcome to the table #wttt #welcome to the statehouse #florida man in socal #ben brainard #wttt fanart #mur art #the table #the table fanart #will pin this post #and try to update it as necessary #long post #fanart compilation

[wtftarot]

PAC: The Moon

The Moon is my all-time favorite card. Representing all that is unknown, she calls us to embrace what we don't know. Accept that some things will never be explained in a way our conscious minds can grasp. The unconscious, the truths and illusions it holds. The often hazy way our intuition and instincts work. She is a mirror, reflecting back at us our longings and fears. What does The Moon have to tell you? Let's fuck around and find out!

as always this reading is for entertainment purposes only and is not a substitute for professional advice in any capacity. Remember, use common sense, and don't be a dumbass.

Pick either the Dog, the Crab/Lobster? or the Wolf and head on to your reading.

The Dog

Your cards: 8 Cups Rx, Temperance Rx, 5 Wands Rx, 9 Wands, Page of Pentacles Rx, The Star, The Emperor Rx, Queen of Swords, The Moon, and the back of the deck is The Devil Rx.

The number 8 might be important to y'all. Are y'all like REALLY self-controlled? Self-contained, I'm hearing? What I think that means is y'all do your best to keep yourself, the true YOU, restrained for whatever reason. I'm getting that some of y'all may be neurodivergent. Hold on, Rainbow in the Dark by Dio started playing, so not to be too on the nose but some of y'all are LGBT+. Whether one or both of those are you or not, this whole group has a MAJOR issue expressing themselves authentically. With Temperance in reverse it's like you intentionally make yourself 'unbalanced' in a way, to avoid conflict big or small. And there's this vibe of "when x situation is over, I'll be the real me." In some situations, that could be true. Leaving controlling parents when you go to college for example. But, if you came to this group, I don't think that's your situation. At least not entirely. Holy fuck, a dove just flew by my window and scared the shit out of me. So, doves may be a sign for y'all. Anyway. It looks like, if you came to this group. You have restrained yourself to the point of atrophy. You've been held back. Held yourself back from being You, that you're not even sure who that is. You think that once this situation exits your life, you'll just suddenly be that person. That person you want to be and feel you are deep down. The person you've always imagined yourself to be. Thing is sweetheart, who you are isn't just a jacket you can put on when you feel the time is right. You're not just a switch you can flick and become yourself. You have to grow who you are/ want to be. You have to build yourself up. Even Dr. Frakenstein had to build the creature before he could hit the switch and scream 'It's ALIVE!" (Not that I'm saying you're a creature or anything. unless you want to be, you do you.) Actually, that may be a better analogy than I thought. You have to dig up the parts of you that you buried, hopefully not in a graveyard. Put them together, see what still fits, see what doesn't. You may need to find some new parts where the old ones don't fit anymore. You build yourself by trying out the things you think you'll be into, and experimenting like a mad scientist. Try new things out, keep what works, scrap what doesn't. I'm not seeing anything about it being dangerous for you to try to be fully you. More so there's a fear of what others will think. ( I don't know every situation though, keep yourself safe) Y'all may have always just been what was expected of you, never really thinking if it was something you genuinely wanted. I think the reason why Frankenstein came up so strongly is that y'all feel like this horrible, awkward, ugly thing when you do something new to you. Y'all may not start something if you think you'll be bad at it. Y'all could be incredibly critical of yourselves. Not gonna lie to ya babe. You will be bad at some things. You will try things you thought you would love and end up hating them. You'll love things you'd thought you would hate. You will be wrong and sometimes that's a good thing. Winning is no fun if you don't lose too. The losing is what makes the winning worth it. And honey, you have an amazing opportunity here: You get to discover who YOU really are. You're going to get to learn so much shit about yourself and it's going to be beautiful. The Moon is telling you all of this, all of that hidden beauty you're unaware of is going to come to light. So, let yourself go a lil wild. And I don't mean the stereotypical wild that you see everywhere. I mean wild FOR YOU. It's okay if wild experimentation for you is joining a book club. Hell, if the stereotypical wild is your normal, maybe spending some time with yourself is experimental. Listen to music you never thought you'd be into. Wear something that's a little 'too much'. It's all okay. You can stop cutting yourself down to whatever size you feel you 'should' be. I believe in y'all.

The Crab/Lobster

Your cards are: 4 Wands, 4 Swords, Judgement, 2 Pentacles Rx, 5 Pentacles, and on the bottom of the deck the 2 of Swords.

Sweetheart, this one may be a little intense, okay? First off y'all need a nap or at least a break. You're overworked and the thing is y'all are comfortable being overworked. And now you're like 'Ash, this ain't comfortable at all wtf'. Let me explain. Humans are extremely adaptable, we can get used to pretty much anything. Downside of that is when you get too used to something, it becomes familiar, safe, and yes even comfortable. We've all seen it, we've all done it. There's no shame in being human. However, just because you shouldn't feel ashamed of it doesn't mean you shouldn't try and fix it. Cause all of y'all are in a situation like this. Maybe it's not work-related, could be school or a relationship. Could just be a cycle or pattern that you keep repeating and can't figure out why. Now I want to be clear here. I am not saying whatever this is, is your fault. Some situations we're responsible for, and some we get pushed into. Some cycles are generations in the making, and some are our own shitty habits. That's life. This reading is to shift your attention to these patterns so we can break them and do better. I feel like y'all may have an inkling about what this pattern is. I think it's been coming into your awareness over the past few weeks or months. All of y'all are different and will have different cycles to break. So, I can't get any specifics. You're in a sort of awakening moment it seems. (Funny cause the first thing I said was that y'all need a nap) This cycle is going to become painful in a way. You're outgrowing it. It's going to become clear how harmful this has been for you. There's going to be a bit of grieving happening as you realize this. The kind of grief that comes with the knowledge of all the ways you've held yourself down, hurt yourself, and held yourself back. The grief of knowing you deserved better. You'll need to let yourself grieve but not get lost in it. Because while that's important, it's the next bit that's going to get you the farthest. You get to break the pattern. Unlearn the cycles. You get to move into a new part of your life that's not familiar but that's fun. Enjoyable and not just comfortable but decadent. It'll be hard at first to break the pattern. (that's why you need to rest now, not later) Our brains are wired for repetition but soon breaking the pattern will be the pattern. I'm so, so proud of y'all, group two. It's going to be beautiful where y'all go from here.

The Wolf

your cards are: 6 Cups Rx, 8 Swords, 5 Swords, The Moon Rx, The High Priestess, 7 Wands and the back of the deck is The Queen of Wands

How are my fighters doing? Cause y'all pulling the cards for this one was ROUGH. Usually, that means the reading is something you don't wanna hear or you already know and are fighting off. What's interesting is the whole time I was shuffling I knew the High Priestess was going to come out for y'all and she kept peeking out and hiding again. Cards kept flying out all over the place, I'm talking a shit ton would fall out at once I'd put them back and it would happen again. But The High Priestess didn't come out at all until I was finally able to pull an actual reading. What it felt like was that y'all have all these ideas of how this reading will go, ideas of what you need to hear, what you expect to get. You're actually drowning out your actual intuition. You may also have daydreams or fantasies about how your intuition will work, and what you'll see. I think you may be so deep in these daydreams at times that you're disconnected from your surroundings and even when you are getting something psychically, it can't get through to you. For some of you, it's not daydreaming as much as overthinking. Either way, y'all are a bit in your own head and it's distracting you from your intuitive gifts. Which of course is going to make you doubt them even more. Babe, I'm sorry if this is a little harsh. You just seem to be beating yourself up a bit for not being as good as you think you should be. I'm hearing these sort of self-criticisms about how you should be a 'better' intuitive? That you're not a 'real' intuitive, not a 'real' tarot reader, not a 'real' psychic, not a 'real' whatever because oh you should be able to do this or that and you can't so it's not real. Or you don't have intuitive hits daily so you're faking it all. Or you're not clairvoyant/clairaudient/clairsentient soo you'll never be a real psychic. Ya wanna know what that is? That's just a bunch of bullshit, right there. Let me tell y'all a lil something. First off EVERYONE is psychic/intuitive to some degree. Even if they only can remember having one intuitive hit and that's it. Now, not everyone has the same gifts, or psychic skills if you will. Not every psychic/intuitive will talk to the dead. Not all of us will be clairvoyant. Some psychics are clairvoyant but can't read tarot to save their life. Some people have multiple gifts, others have one. Some gifts are random but are not any less for it. For example, my sister knows when something we've been looking for is at a thrift store, she knows which one and where in the store it is and will walk right to it. It's awesome. Being 'more psychic' ain't all it's made out to be anyway. Believe me, it can be wonderful but it's also rough. I know a few really 'strong' psychics who have intentionally cut themselves off from their gifts because of things they've experienced. I myself have come close. All of that to say, you are a 'real' intuitive. Promise. You don't have to push yourself into something you're not sure about to be more 'legit'. You don't have to have all the skills, all the gifts, to be proud of what you can do. What you do have to do is stop fantasizing about it and actually BE it. Stop worrying about all you can't do and really hone what you CAN. We all have different gifts because the world needs all different things. Your gifts are yours for a reason, because you, specifically can add something to the world with it. Now, there's another message here maybe just for one person: It's your choice to embrace these gifts or not. If you do not feel comfortable with them you can let them go, it's okay. You're not ungrateful or doomed if you don't utilize them. Like I said, these sorts of gifts can be rough, and downright horrifying. It's okay to want something easier. And yes, you will be able to lead a fulfilling life without them.

#tarot reading #tarot #divination #tarot community #tarot cards #the moon #wtftarot #tarot readings #pac #pac reading #tarotblr #pick a card reading #pick a picture #pick a photo #pick a pile

[pass1onepr1ncess]

Went on a whole rant about DioPucci on Twitter so guess what my next post is about. Yeah, it's DioPucci. I hesitate to call this one an analysis just like I wouldn't really call the DiaDop one an analysis considering it's just me venting my frustrations about people being weird/difficult in the Jojo community but I will be talking about the "relationship" between Dio and Pucci and how I strongly disagree with shipping them. If you ship DioPucci, I'm not gonna go out of my way to harass you but I will unkindly ask you to please leave my blog and block me because you make me wildly uncomfortable.

First off, let's talk about that age gap, shall we? Putting Dio's 100 years of immortality aside, he was 21 when he used the stone mask in Phantom Blood and became a vampire, effectively solidifying his immortal age in his early 20's. Yes, he lived for 100 years after that, but that just makes him even older. In the flashbacks we see of Enrico Pucci meeting Dio, he was 15. Fif-fucking-teen. And then later on in the flashbacks of them talking as 'friends,' Pucci is still only around 17 and then Dio dies. At no point in the brief period when they knew each other was Pucci an adult. Would you be comfortable with a 15-17 year old in a relationship with (at MINIMUM) a 21 year old? I sure fucking hope not.

And keep in mind, this is ONLY if we're talking about the age gap and not, oh I don't know, the implication that Pucci was groomed by Dio for the Heaven Plan. And when I say this I beg of you to keep in mind that grooming doesn't inherently involve the end goal of romantic involvement. Grooming is any kind of manipulation at a young age to shape a vulnerable person's mental state into something that benefits the groomer- whether that be sexual involvement (which is what most people think of when grooming is brought up), romantic involvement (Another common assumption), personal satisfaction or pride (I hate to use this example just after she was released, but Gypsy-Rose is a good example of this, having been groomed by her mother into being helpless so that her mother could continue to take care of her just like her own mother did.), or other goals. Dio would fall into the latter category.

We know that in the Heaven Ascencsion Plan, Dio already had pretty much all the other pieces he needed. He had the 14 phrases (They were the lyrics to a lullaby his late mother used to sing to him), he had EASY access to the souls of 36 sinners what with his vampiric and stand abilities combined- not to mention the effective cult of devoted followers at his feet, though they were all picked off by the Crusaders in Part 3- of course he had his own stand so that one's a no-brainer. But the one thing he didn't have was a "trusted friend who is devoid of all earthly desires." Everyone Dio had surrounded himself with were sinners that craved some of kind mortal prize. Sex, money, love, power, etc. And Dio knew that he himself was no exception. His entire goal in all of his appearances throughout both Phantom Blood and Stardust Crusaders- AND in the Heaven Ascension Plan- was that he wanted power.

Do I think there was some capacity where Dio cared about Pucci? I think it's possible. But, I think that Dio would have had the exact same relationship with literally anyone else who fit the description for the Heaven Plan if he and Pucci never met. Pucci was a tool, no different than the 14 phrases written down in his diary. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised at all if Dio had been visiting churches specifically looking for priests and the like so he could find someone with "no earthly desires." Pucci just so happened to be the one that found him (tripped over him) and fit the bill.

Dio manipulated Pucci into becoming a "trusted friend" so that he could move forward with the Heaven Ascension Plan, and the only reason he gave Pucci his bone was both a failsafe and he believed that he might be able to be revived if he died. I don't think it was ever in his plan to let Pucci be the one to attain Heaven, I think that was just his last resort backup plan.

Am I saying that Dio sexually groomed Pucci? No, I'm not saying that at all. I mean, it's possible, but I don't think there's enough proof of that other than the fact that the two can be seen in a bed together and Dio has less clothes on than usual. But also it's the same amount of clothes he has on in the final moments of his battle with Jotaro. It's just his sleevless turtleneck without that gold jacket he normally wears, or he's shirtless. I'm not saying it's not true because I very well could be wrong and I haven't watched Stone Ocean in a hot bit, but also looking at Dio's character pre-Stone Ocean he didn't have any reason to sexually groom Pucci. If he wanted sex, he had a whole slew of minions in Egypt that I'm sure were more than willing to get his rocks off. Also, if he had sexually groomed Pucci, wouldn't that be entirely counterproductive to the whole "void of earthly desires" thing?

Also the only time we ever see him assault anyone in that way is that stolen first kiss with Erina in Part 1 but keep in mind that that was solely to piss off Jonathan and not because he actually wanted to kiss her. Also Jonathan, Erina and him were all the same age then. Dio is a villain, but given his character it just doesn't seem likely that he would have any motivation to coerce Pucci into a sexual relationship. And he's not above hurting kids as we saw with Kakyoin and his flesh bud and also the entire Dio v Jotaro fight, but that was with mind-control and physical altercation. And while we definitely see him where it's absolutely implied he's having mad vampire sex off-screen, it's always with adults. While Dio is a villain, I see no reason why he would sexually prey on a kid- especially one who, might I remind you, is supposed to be completely pure and rid of mortal desires such as sex.

I've been mainly focusing on Dio because he's obviously the one in power in this both from an age standpoint since he's a 100-year-old adult and Pucci is a 17-year-old at BEST, but also in terms of power since Dio was the one who gave Pucci his stand with the arrow and they talked about how Dio's stand is one of the strongest in the world (no pun intended). Pucci is at every disadvantage, so it would'nt make sense to victim blame him or accuse him of being the abuser here. In fact, I want to talk about his victimhood.

Not only was Pucci younger and weaker than Dio when they were first met, but they also just so happened to meet at a very crucial moment in Enrico's life. About a year after Dio and Pucci first met is when Enrico finds out about the truth that he and Wes/Weather are twins. This, of course as we see in canon, leads to some extremely unfortunate and stressful events that leaves Pucci without his beloved younger sister and sadled with the guilt that he was the one to blame for everything that happened. It's unclear if Enrico ever told Dio about all of this, but regardless he would've been in a fragile state, and that's when most groomers will swoop in and take advantage of that fragility and vulnerability and shape your mind and emotions to be favorable for them. I don't know if it's ever confirmed that Pucci told Dio about Perla and Wes, but nonetheless Dio would have noticed that Pucci wasn't in a stable state of mind.

This is likely where he put the idea into Pucci's head that Heaven could make things better than what he was experiencing; That if everyone already knew what would happen before it does, they could prevent it and avoid conflict and pain. In the ending of Stone Ocean, we see that this exactly why Pucci went through with the Heaven Plan even without Dio, because Dio gave him his own personalized reason to attain Heaven for Dio after he was gone.

Is Pucci innocent in general? Absolutely not, the whole thing with Weather and Perla was his own fault (and the woman who swapped Weather at the hospital) and at the very least in that respect, he's guilty. He could've handled that literally any other way but for some reason he got the fucking KKK involved and resorted to violence at first notice. Not to mention everything he does to the prisoners in Green Dolphin Street, including Jolyne and crew. But at least in this case, Pucci is very much a victim of grooming and manipulation. Did Pucci care about Dio? Absolutely. He holds Dio with a fondness, and there's no denying it. Whether that fondness is platonic or otherwise is not my decision to say since it's never explicitly confirmed, but he does/did trust and care for Dio and considered him a friend. But regardless of how he felt about Dio, Dio still groomed him and would've groomed literally anyone else had Pucci not been the one Dio found first. He wasn't hand-picked, he was simply whoever Dio first laid eyes on. And if Pucci didn't respond to the Heaven Plan the way he wanted him to, I'm sure Dio probably would've just killed Pucci and went looking for a replacement.

If you like DioPucci, like I said before I'm not gonna go out of my way to spend unnecessary time and effort and energy into harassing you but I will ask you to keep that shit far away from me. If you disagree with the points I've made, that's fine but again, I don't wanna see it anywhere near me or my blog. I'm not tagging this as DioPucci either. I'm not gonna invade that tag just for a rant on how I don't like them. But those are my thoughts.

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