#I cant fucking believe I proved his point

[cattyteeth]

This isn’t gender envy anymore this is gender rage gender robbery

#I’m talking about ego act 2 here #the OUTFITS #OUGHHH #I cant fucking believe I proved his point #I AM LISTENING to the lyrics but I ALSO want to see the dance #chonny jash #chonnyjash #cj #cj ego #cattyrambles

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 10, Uneasy - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, bad jokes, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here. (hand job, fingering, PIV), little bit 'o' dirty talk, coitus interruptus, Bucky being a dumbass, insecurity, thoughts of self harm, arguing, mentions of emotional affair, poorly translated Russian, Pocket giving Bucky more chances than he deserves, really.

Word Count: 2.5k

Previously On...: You made the mistake of watching Bucky and Jade spar in the training room. Needless to say, it was... intense, and you weren't the only one to notice. Looks like others in the Tower are taking bets on how long it'll be before Bucky cheats on you. He promises loves only you, only wants to be with you, and you want to believe his sweet words... you just cant shake the look of guilt that crossed his face when he realized you were watching him and Jade spar. Hopefully, he can prove his devotion to you with a little horizontal sparring of your own.

A/N: I'm sorry. Really, that's all I got for this one. Pocket's reaching her breaking point, but she's not quite there just yet; bare with her as she tries to deal. I mean, would any of us give up on Bucky fucking Barnes until we absolutely had to? I think not, lol.

Part three of this chapter is fairly short; I'll be posting it today, as well.

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Bucky pushed you up against the hard surface of your bedroom door, his lips trailing fire along your skin as he kissed you with an almost animalistic need. You could feel the press of his erection through the fabric of your workout clothing digging into your stomach as you tilted your head back and let out a soft moan.

“Bucky,” you breathed as his hips rutted against you, “we should get inside.”

“Need you so bad, Pocket,” he grunted, fingers finding their way under your shirt and sliding along your already sweat-slicked skin. “Should be getting inside of you.”

“Mmm, clever,” you hummed as you reached behind your bodies for the door handle. You managed to awkwardly twist it open just as Bucky’s hips pressed particularly aggressively, sending you both tumbling through the doorway.

Bucky’s hands were on you before you could fully lose your balance, keeping you upright and supported as he led you both to the couch.

“Bed’s not that far away, Barnes,” you said in between kisses as you began pulling off your clothes.

“Too far away,” he countered, bouncing on one foot as he worked to tug off his sneaker. “You’re lucky I’m too much of a gentleman to take you right on the floor.”

You quirked an eyebrow at that. “Lucky, huh?”

“Remember the rugburn you got last time?” he asked, his smile positively predatory as he gently pushed you backwards onto the cushions, his hands reaching for the waistband of your leggings and pulling them down your legs.

“Touche,” you contended. The memory of your chafed skin certainly had put a damper on the otherwise delightful experience. You might have to talk to Tony about getting some carpet with a little more shag.

You giggled at the thought, causing Bucky to raise a questioning eyebrow as he helped you out of your sports bra.

“I was thinking we might need a better shag carpet for future shagging,” you informed him. His laughter quickly turned into a moan as you reached down into his shorts and took a hold of him, stroking his length.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned as he thrust his hips into your hand. “They didn’t make girls like you back in my day.”

You pulled him free from his bottoms and boxer briefs, taking one hand off of him to push the fabric down. “Thank God for that,” you told him. “You might have been tempted to dodge the draft, otherwise. Then where would we be?”

Bucky grunted, and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “How can you make such horrible jokes and still manage to be so fucking hot?” he asked you with a grin.

You took your hands off of his cock, pretending to be offended. “Horrible?! My handjobs are only for people who think my jokes are funny.”

“Did I say ‘horrible’?” Bucky asked in mock confusion, reaching down to run his metal fingers through your waiting folds. The cold touch made your back arch as he inserted two fingers inside of you. “Coulda sworn I said hilarious.”

“Weak save attempt, Old Man,” you panted as he picked up the tempo with his hand. “Judges– fuck– judges allow it, you can put it in. God, put it in!”

“Gotta get you ready, doll,” Bucky grinned down at you. “Get you good and stretched.”

“I swear to God, Barnes, if you don’t start fucking me right now—” you words were cut off by a scream as Bucky took heed of your warning and pushed himself into you, until he was filling you completely. “Yes!” you shouted, relishing in the feeling of being so consumed by him. “Fuck, so good, Buck!” You began thrusting your hips, begging him to move within you.

“Fuck, sweets.” Bucky’s thrusts were hard and forceful. “Takin’ me so well, all with no prep. Making me so proud, the way you’re grabbin’ me. Feel like fuckin’ heaven!”

You reached your hands around his back, digging your nails into the strong muscles of his ass to pull him closer, as though you wanted to leave no space between your bodies. “So big, Bucky,” you moaned into his ear as you hitched a leg around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. “Never had anyone fill me up as good as you! Was fucking made for this cock.”

Your words drove Bucky feral, and like flipping a switch, his thrusts went into overdrive.

Between the sound of slapping skin and your wanton moans, you barely registered Bucky’s cell phone ringing. You paid it no mind as he pounded into you, completely ignoring it until you felt his pace falter. Looking up, you saw him reach over and grab it from the coffee table. 

“Come on, Buck,” you whined, “leave it. I’m sure Steve won't mind waiting a bit.”

Bucky looked from the caller ID to you, a combination of embarrassment and frustration on his face. “It’s Vix,” he said, fingers moving to the screen.

“Ignore it,” you told him, feeling the tide of your impending orgasm slowly slipping back out to sea. 

“It might be important,” he said, his voice sounding pathetic to your ears. 

“Barnes,” you warned, your voice low and icy. 

“It’ll just take one second.” He got up, pulling out of you with a slick sound, and you felt your vagina dry up and board shut, closing for business. He turned his back to you as he accepted the call. You didn’t even bother to listen to his half of the conversation-- nothing she had to say to him was important enough for this, opting instead to get up and go into the bathroom.

Your hands were shaking with rage as you tried several times to lock the door behind you before succeeding. You could not believe your ‘boyfriend’ had just pulled out of you, in the middle of sex, to answer another woman’s phone call. An image of his face from this morning flashed before your eyes as you turned on the shower– the guilt that seemed to cross his features when he had realized you were watching him spar with Jade. You’d been so quick to put it to the back of your mind, to ignore it, but now? After this? God. Was he thinking about her while he was inside of you? You turned the heat of the water up as far as it would go and grabbed your loofah, preparing to scrub the disgust you felt from your skin.

No. You heard Pepper’s words echo in your head– you can’t control what other people do, you can only control your response to them. And you were not going to fall into your old habits over this. You turned the heat down to a tolerable level and lathered your loofah with soap, needing to (gently, you reminded yourself) cleanse your body of the sweat, sex, and shame. 

As you were rinsing the soap from your body, you heard a pounding on the bathroom door. “Doll?” Bucky’s voice was muffled through the wood. “Doll, what’s wrong? Why is the door locked? If I knew you wanted a shower, I would have joined you.”

Was he fucking serious right now? You took your sweet time, not answering him as you finished your shower, toweling yourself off before you wrapped yourself in your robe. 

With a resigned sigh, you opened the door back into your bedroom, half expecting to find Bucky gone, perhaps to have Jade take care of erection she’d prevented you from finishing off. But he was sitting on the edge of your bed, his boxer briefs back on and elbows resting on his knees. He looked up when he heard the door open.

“Hey,” he said, standing and making his way toward you. “Sorry about the interruption. Vix just had some questions about the training schedule for the rest of the week. But that’s all squared away, so we can get back to it.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “You can’t seriously think that I want to have sex with you right now,” you said. Your voice was hard and impassive. 

“What?” Bucky looked genuinely confused. “Why not?”

You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of panties and leggings. With your back to him, you shimmied into them under your robe. “Call me crazy, but I kinda consider you stopping mid-thurst to take a call from another woman, my fucking nemesis, of all people, to be a bit of a mood killer.”

You heard Bucky sigh behind you, and you could just imagine him running his hand through his hair. “Pocket,” he said, “come on. Don’t be so dramatic. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

Your entire body stiffened at his words. Turning around slowly, you gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Bucky held his hands palms-out, as if to indicate he wasn’t a threat to you. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. I was just taking a phone call.”

It took every ounce of control you had within you to not explode on him. You closed your eyes and took one, two, three deep breaths that did nothing to calm you. “You took a phone call,” you said, “in the middle of sex. With a girl who has been a problem between us since the moment she showed up. How do you not get that that is not okay? At fucking all?”

“God, I thought therapy was supposed to help fix your problem,” he said, “not make it worse.”

You blanched at that. “My problem?”

“Yes, your problem,” he said, voice rising. “I haven’t done anything wrong, but you keep trying to paint me out to be the bad guy. You make me feel like a fucking cheater when I’ve never even touched her.”

“You don’t need to touch her to be having an emotional affair with her, Barnes,” you said, voice quiet. 

“An emotional affair?” he barked out a laugh. “We’re just friends.” 

“Just friends?” you asked, incredulous. “I’m ‘just friends’ with Steve. Should I take a call from him when I’ve got your dick inside of me?” You watched in real time as Bucky’s expression darkened. You hated using his insecurities about Steve to make a point, but he was leaving you no other choice. You didn’t know how else to make him understand why he was hurting you so badly.

“That’s completely different,” he said through clenched teeth. 

You raised your chin. “It’s not different, at all, and you know it. If I stopped having sex with you to take a call from Steve, you would be livid. And honestly, I’m so disappointed in you for pretending like it’s not the same! That’s so disingenuous, Bucky.”

Bucky tilted his head back and sighed. “I feel like we’re going around in circles here, Pocket,” he said, voice heavy. “You keep getting upset, and I keep trying to reassure you, but it’s like you want there to be something going on between her and I.”

“I keep getting upset because you have no fucking concept of appropriate boundaries, Bucky!” you shouted at him. You startled yourself– you’d hardly ever raised your voice at him in anger. From the look on his face, it had taken him aback, too. “I shouldn’t have to be constantly telling you that your interactions with her are inappropriate for a guy in a monogamous relationship! It’s fucking exhausting, but every time I think we’ve made progress, you turn around and do something that makes me feel even worse!”

“Well, if I’m so fucking exhausting, then why are you even still with me?” he shouted back at you.

You stared at him, eyes wide. Was this it? Was this where he left you for Jade? Had you finally pushed him too far?

But his face immediately fell as he realized what he had just said. “Hell. Doll, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what to do to make you feel better.” He took a step toward you, opening his arms, and you let him embrace you, though you didn’t hold him back. “I don’t know how to convince you that there’s nothing between her and I.”

You looked up at him. “Think of Steve,” you said. He narrowed his eyes as he looked down at you. “What I mean is,” you continued, “when you’re about to do something with Jade, ask yourself if you would be comfortable with me doing that with Steve, knowing how he feels about me. But instead of Steve being your best friend, imagine that he was actively trying to break us up. Like, would you be cool with me and Steve going off and forgetting about you in Central Park? Or would you be happy watching Steve sit on top of me during a sparring session while you listened to agents talk about it's just a matter of time before we start fucking?” You could tell by the way his arms tense around you that the very thought angered him. “Or if I decided that it was so important that I take a call from Steve that I just stopped having sex with you, even after you told me to ignore it. Don’t tell me none of that wouldn’t make you feel like absolute shit.”

Bucky blew out a breath and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “You’re right,” he said sadly. “That would drive me insane. I’ll work on it. I’ll… I’ll try to think of Steve.”

You sighed. “I need you to do more than try, Buck,” you told him. “I need you to do it. Cause this, the way things are right now? It’s killing me.”

The look Bucky gave you then was enough to break your heart. You knew, you truly knew he wasn’t doing any of this on purpose, but he couldn’t keep falling back on his cluelessness as an excuse. Not anymore. Not when it was destroying you.

“Mne ochen' zhal', moya lyubov'.” I’m so sorry, my love. “I will do it.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him. You were relieved that he was finally, hopefully, seeing where you were coming from, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder how many more times he was going to put you through this. “I love you,” you said into his bare chest.

“I love you, too,” he replied. After a beat, he said: “So, I guess sex is off the table for this afternoon?”

You chuffed at that, then looked back up at him. “Seriously?" you asked, giving him a look. "Obviously, for now; don’t be stupid,” you said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be persuaded to revisit the possibility later.”

Bucky smiled down at you. “I can work with that,” he said. “How about a movie, instead? I’ll take a shower, you grab some snacks from the kitchen, and we can watch whatever you want.”

“Mmm,” you said, feeling hopeful. “You will regret giving me that power, Barnes.”

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[jchampionsgf]

favour

word count: 746

trope: boyfriends best friend

summary: ethan found out you slept with your boyfriend, chad and made sure to remind you who you belong to

warnings: smut!, p in v, degrading kink, dirty talking lmk if i missed anything

a/n: i honestly felt so dirty writing this, if you like fluffy smut, click off honestly.

𐙚 mdni!! ↓↓ 𐙚༘⋆ೀೀ

he takes off his mask, and points the stained knife towards your neck, ever so slightly smiling like a psycho

"you know y/n.. i was really starting like you. then you just had to go sleep with chad." his eyes got teary, his hand shaking while he looks down

“why are you doing this?! i don’t even like you” you scream, disappointed and disgusted. "and why am i supposed to believe you?" he sticks the knife up in the air, close to your chest “ill do anything, just please” you cry out "just promise me you won't sleep with chad again, y/n." he puts the knife down and embraces you

“what the fuck?” you scream out "Promise me, Y/N. You won't give Chad another chance," he

whispered into your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck. You can almost feel his heartbeat against your chest, thundering with emotion. “i wont” tears streaming down “ill have sex with you, just please!” "Then prove it to me, Y/N. Tell me you want to be with me, and I promise I'll make it worth your while." he looks at you with hopeful eyes, his grip on the knife loosening as his trust in you begins to grow “i want to be with you” you lie, afraid of what he might do.

"Really?" he smiles warmly, his eyes bright with joy "I knew you'd come around. Now, let's make some memories." he takes your hand and leads you into his room, locking the door behind him. he smiles down at you, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he backs you up against the wall, pinning you there with his tall frame "So eager to please, huh?" he leans in close, his body heat enveloping yours, he quickly strips naked, and orders you to do the same, you do as you’re told. ethan continues to grind his hips against your ass, pushing his length deeper inside of you with each thrust "God, Y/N... you feel so good." he bites down on his lip as he reaches around to grope one of your breasts roughly, you cant help but slip out a silent moan "Fuck yeah, baby. Take it all." he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster "Tell me you want this... tell me you want my dick” “i want it” you whisper "Good girl." he smacks your ass, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he continues to fuck you against the wall "You're so tight." he pulls out of you, causing a loud slap as his thick member slaps against your wet pussy “fuck” you say in between breaths "That's it, baby. Take my cock." he thrusts back into you, filling you up once more "You like being fucked by your boyfriends best friend?" “y-yes” you drag out the words "Good." he grabs your hair, pulling your nead back as he slams into you harder and faster "You're going to be my little slut from now on." he groans, his hips slapping against yours in a rhythmic cadence “o-okay” "That's how it's going to be, huh? My little slutty Y/N?" he smirks, his hand slipping down to grip your ass cheek "Fine by me." you groan at his words he angles you so that his cock hits your g-spot with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through your body "You belong to me now, Y/N." he kisses you hard, his tongue invading your mouth as he continues to hammer into you "Say it.” “im yours” you drag out "Yes, you are." he leans down to whisper in your ear "And I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow." he picks up the pace again, slamming into you with a force that makes the wall shake. you loudly moan "That's it, baby. Take my cock." he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you, his hard length hitting against your cervix with each powerful thrust "You like that? You like being fucked hard?" you nod, thats all you could do honestly. "Good girl." he slaps your ass, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin

"Now, why don't you show me how much you love being fucked by me?" “s-so much” he grins, his eyes dark with lust "So sweet." he pulls out of you, leaving a small pool of your arousal on the wall "Now, get down on your knees." you follow his orders "Good girl." he watches you lower yourself down, his eyes filled with anticipation "Take my cock." he stands up, his hard length glistening with your juices as you reach out to grab it" you dive in, bobbing your head up and down "Fuck yes." he groans, his hands gripping the wall tightly as you take him into your mouth "You're such a good cocksucker." he starts thrusting his hips forward, fucking your face with his cock, you spit on his dick "That's it, baby. I love the way you take my cock." he grabs your hair, pulling your head back and forth on his shaft as he starts to lose control

"You're going to swallow my cum, aren't you?" you nod. "Good girl." he thrusts his hips forward one final time, hitting the back of your throat as he releases a load of hot cum into your mouth

"Swallow it all." he holds your head in place, making sure you take every last drop he pulls out of your mouth with a pop, his cock slippery with your saliva "There's my good girl." he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, you groan. "That's right, baby." he starts to fuck you again, hard and fast, his cock slamming into you over and over

"Fuck yeah. You like it rough?", you nod eagerly. "You're such a dirty little slut." he groans, pushing deeper into you with each thrust "I'm gonna cum all over your tight little pussy” his pace quickens, his hips slapping against yours as he drives his cock deeper and deeper into your soaking wet pussy "Fuck, you're so tight." he reaches down, rubbing his throbbing erection along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh “fuck!” you scream

"Here it comes, baby." he pulls out of you suddenly, his cock erupting with a loud moan as he cums on your stomach "Drink it all in, slut."

he slams you into the bed "ethan i can't anymore". "Yes, you can. You're a strong girl, remember?" he pushes you onto your back on the bed, keeping hold of your hair "Now spread those legs, or l'l give you something to scream about." you do as your told "Perfect." He grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it onto his cock before positioning himself between your legs "Here it comes, baby. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep." you, filling you up completely as he starts to thrust hard and fast "God, your pussy teels so good around my dick."

you start rubbing your clit

"Fuck, yeah! Do that, baby. Rub your clit and cum for me." He picks up the pace even more, his hips slapping against yours as he reaches around to grope your ass "You're so tight." you cum on his dick "Yes, cum for me!" He continues to thrust into you, feeling your body shudder and tremble as you climax all over his cock "Fuck, that feels good." He grunts and moans, his own release building as he continues to fuck you hard “i-i cant” you say, seeing stars "You don't have to. I'm close." He pulls out of you, his cock still covered in your juices and cum "I'm going to cum all over your pretty face.” He aims his cock at your face and shoots his thick, hot cum onto your cheeks and nose "Now lick it up." you do as he says "Good girl." He smiles at you, running his fingers through your hair "You're such a good whore." "I can't wait to do this again." He climbs off the bed and pulls off his condom, tossing it onto the floor

"But for now, you rest." He pulls the blankets over you and switches off the light, leaving you in the dark", you silently sob in his arms "Shh... it's okay, baby girl." Ethan climbs back into bed behind you and wraps his arms around your waist "You did great." He nuzzles his face into your neck, trying to comfort you as you sob softly

#ethan landry #ethan landry smut #horror #loren campbell #scream #ethan landry smut non con #scream iv #scream franchise #scream 6 #jack champion smut #jack champion

[losa12308]

You did what?!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, pregnancy, Dad Dean

Paring: Dean Winchester x pregnant!reader

You woke up and looked at the time, 6:30. Yes! Woke up before Dean! You look to your left and see the bed empty, you put your hand there and feel that's its cold "Dean?" You get up and check the bathroom, he's not there. Maybe he never went to bed? No he accidentally woke me up when he did. You walk into the kitchen and he's not there. You start looking for a note and there isn't one... then the thoughts set it

What if he got kidnapped? What if something got into the bunker? What if Crowley got him? What if this? What if that? So many what ifs ran through your head before

What if he left me? What if he found the pregnancy test and he left! What if he doesn't want to be a Dad! What if he doesn't Love you!

You sat in your thoughts of despair for what felt like forever...

Until

Three months later

Dean walked into the bunker and saw you “Hey babe did you get the- woah. What happened?… you look mad.”

"Do I?" If you were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of your ears

“Uh yeah, you do… what’s wrong?” he asks, coming up and putting his arms around you

"Don't touch me! you left for weeks! Winchester, and you come back with 'Hey babe'"

“I was busy, Y/N.” he looks at you and crosses his arms “and I don’t appreciate the tone.”

"No, Hey I'm gonna be gone, no hey Sam tell Y/N that I needed to leave, Hey Cas let Y/N know I'll be back in a few weeks. NOT EVEN A FUCKING NOTE!"

he sighs “You know how important those jobs were, Y/N. If I told you you’d have talked me out of it.”

"YOU THINK I CARE?" You yelled

“Y/N calm down-“ he says holding onto you still in the embrace “I know you’re upset, but just hear me out.”

You start struggle against his hold

he sighs and let’s you go “what, you think I enjoy being away? I don’t.” he gets irritated “But the things I’m doing are important and someone has to do it. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, so calm down.”

"IT SURE FEELS LIKE YOU ENJOY BEING AWAY SINCE YOU LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING DEAN!"

“Stop yelling, Y/N” he says getting even more angry “I am sorry it’s just- some missions I can’t talk about! It was top secret! I shouldn’t even tell you I was gone at all!”

"YOU THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE? I CANT BELIEVE YOU!"

“Stop being so emotional! I just got home and I already have a headache! Why don’t you appreciate that I’m back? I’m tired of you being so damn dramatic!”

"Fuck you!" You walk away from him

“Y/N!” He chases after you “Wait! I’m sorry! Y/N, please!” he catches up to you and pulls you back. But your facing away from him

"Let go of me" my voice cracks

He lets go of you and stands next to you “Y/N please look at me” You look at him briefly, just long enough for him to see the tears streaming down your face. “Y/N…” his voice becomes soft and apologetic “I’m sorry… it was a hard job and I just wanted to come home and see you.” he reaches out and puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you so that your facing him.

''Don't, Don't you even fucking dare"

a look of hurt crosses his face “What? I’m-“ he tries to take your hands

"De, I didn't know what happened to you! For all I knew, a demon or something killed you and I would never see you again!"

“But I’m right here! And I’m okay. It was just a tough job. And I’m sorry but I don’t have time to explain.” he reaches out to wipe your tears.

You stop him from touching you,"but I didn't know that.''

“But you do know that now. Just let me prove to you that I’m back, that I’m okay. And that I love you. I don’t want to fight, Y/N. I just came home today and want to feel at home.”

"But that's my point, What if you didn't Dean? I wouldn't of known what had happened"

“Then you would’ve assumed I got killed on a hunt?” he sighs “Y/N, don’t jump to conclusions! Even if I died I would find a way to get back to you. You’re really the only person I care about.”

"But still! What am I supposed to tell the baby?" You gasp and throw your hand over your mouth, you weren't going to tell him that in the middle of the argument.

“There’s a… there is a baby Y/N?” he looks at you with wide eyes

You look down. "I didn't want to tell you like this"

“Y/N why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is becoming quieter and his face is filled with emotion

"I was going to! I was going to get up and make you breakfast and give you a little gift wrapped box with the test inside. But then you left"

“Oh Y/N…” *he reaches out to hug her again but doesn’t touch her. He smiles “You’re pregnant?”

You still hasn't looked up to see him smiling "yeah"

“You’re joking” he says smiling big, trying to see your face “Y/N I-“ he goes to hug you but quickly catches himself and pulls back* “You’re really pregnant with our child?”

You keep crying. "I'm sorry"

“Sorry? You’re saying this like it’s bad.” he looks at you “Why aren’t you happy about it?”

You look up to see him smiling. He kneels to be on her level “Y/N we’re going to have a child.”

"Your Happy?"

“Yes of course! I’ve been hoping for a child for years. But you don’t seem to be happy, Y/N. Are you not happy?”

You start sobbing "I thought you weren't going to be happy!"

“Not be happy to have my own child? Are you kidding me? Of course I’m happy. I thought you wanted kids too? And here we are expecting one.” He smiles and hugs you despite your protests. You hug him back. He kisses you “This is amazing. And we’ll have to start thinking of baby names.”

"De, I'm barely out of the first trimester"

“So? We can still think about it.” *he says excitedly* “And we have plenty of time before baby gets here. We can tell everyone too.”

You smile at him "I'm already showing a bit, Deanie"

“That’s a good thing” he says, holding ypur stomach “What do you think we can name it, hun? Girl or boy? I hope we get a girl”

You smile again. " I just want the baby to be happy." You take off your sweater, revealing the small swell of your belly that wasn't there when he left for the hunt.

His eyes grow “Huh you weren’t kidding when you said you already started showing.” he smiles as he looks at your stomach “We will have fun in the months to come. This is going to be great.”

You smile at him again. "Yeah," you run your hand over the small swell of your small baby bump

He kisses your stomach “We’ll make this work. Just like everything else. When is your next doctor appointment and how many weeks are you?” he asks quickly, looking at your stomach

"In a few days, 14 weeks. So the baby is about the size of an apple"

"Sweetheart, I have to tell you something"

"Yeah?"

"I made a deal with a demon, I only have two years left"

"You did what?!"

Hiiii! Sorry for doing that! But Also not like at all. If you want me to rewrite without the Angst let me know. I know that it feels kind of abrupt but I came up with this idea while talking to this character on Character AI

And I cut out cuddling with him, taking about insecurities of my own and coming up with baby names. Also if you want a part two let me know. I hope you liked it!

@twinkleinadiamondsky

#dean winchester x you #dean winchester x pregnant!reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fluff #character ai

[seireitonin]

please can you do some Nina headcannons I love your version of Nina!!!!

Yes! My fellow scemo queen I love her! I was pretty indifferent to her before, but seeing her on tumblr and TikTok made me like her a lot more! Especially bc ppl hc/draw her as black and the fandom needs diversity! I like many others hc her as black so these will be written that in mind!

🎀Nina the killer Headcanonns🎀

Nina grew up in the suburbs

So she got bullied really bad

Not just because the way she looks, being scemo but being black and dark skinned

She would sob herself to sleep every night

She started to hate her skin color, bad

Like really bad

She correlated it with being “ugly”

So when she got into Creepypasta and saw Jeff, she was mesmerized by him

I mean he was beautiful. The pale skin, jet black long hair the blue eyes

The opposite of everything Nina was

So she aspired to be like him

So she practiced with knives she stole

Butterfly knife tricks, knife throwing you name is she could do it

She also taught herself how to fight

So next time when her bullies tried it with her, she beat their asses so bad

I mean really really bad

She got suspended

And got stereotyped as the “violent angry black girl” causing her to get isolated even more

It wasn’t fair. She was just defending herself and retaliating

Her mental health was awful and she was severely insecure

So she dove into Creepypasta and Jeff even more

When Jeff started putting letters in her locker she was so happy

She would do anything to be his and Jeff knew that

He came into her life when she was unwell and vulnerable

So he manipulated a 17 year old Nina into doing what he wanted

He made her cut a smile in her face

He encouraged her to bleach her skin, playing on her insecurities

“Don’t you want to be beautiful like me?”

She went along with it, she hated her skin color anyway

And he told her to killer her family last. She did it.

Then he abandoned her in the mess she made

Nina thought Jeff was her only purpose and put all her value into being Jeff’s

She thought Jeff gave her her worth and she thought she “loved” him

She looked for him and found him when she was 20

Jeff, impressed with her finding him kept her around, but he’s never liked her

This was all Nina thought she was worthy of and the closest thing she thought she was gonna get to love

This went on till she was 26

One day Jeff told Nina to find and kill Jane

Jane being the baddie she is talked some sense into her as they fought

“Fighting me? Because Jeff told you to? You and I both know he doesn’t like you. Why do you listen to him?”

“No. You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Nina was deeply in denial

“Come on Nina. Cant you see Jeff is using you to do his dirty work and for fun? I don’t believe you’re that stupid.”

Nina gets teary eyed and runs back to Jeff

“Do you like me at all?”

Nina knew the answer but part of her wanted to prove Jane wrong. But she knew that wouldn’t happen

“Like you? I like that you do what I say. Did you kill that bitch Jane like I told you to?” He laughs in her face

Nina attacks Jeff out of anger. She gave her whole life to this man since she was 17 and he didn’t even respect her?

Nina got a few hits and stabs in but Jeff ultimately won. You can’t outdo the doer

He kicked her out and screamed at her. He called her every insult. Pointed out every insecurity. Made her feel worthless

Nina wanders through the forest sobbing and injured and comes across Jane again

“Jane, I’m sorry I-“

“You’re injured, did Jeff do that?”

Nina nods and cries

Jane takes her to EJ and lets Nina stay with her

Nina wasted her years on a guy she never loved and a man who never even liked her

They grow closer over the months and have multiple conversations

“How could I have fallen for that? I’m so fucking stupid Jane.”

“You were a child, Nina. You have to forgive yourself”

“Jane…I hated you. Why are you being so nice to me?”

“You need space to heal from Jeff. Besides, we’re both his victims in our own ways.”

That word “victim” broke Nina. She killed and got stronger so she wouldn’t be a victim of anyone. But she willingly became Jeff’s victim by being so insecure

She cried and cried for months

She wasted her life on Jeff

While she was going through the process she started her relationship with Toby (I went into detail on that on TikTok)

She asked Toby and Jane to come with her to EJ to get her smile stitched up permanently, leaving every piece of Jeff behind

She’s also letting her skin heal and go back to its natural color and she’s super insecure about it

“Toby…what if you don’t think I’m pretty anymore?”

“Huh?”

“My skin…”

“Oh, that. I don’t care about that. I think it’s really pretty. You’re really pretty. I don’t care about your skin. I care about you.”

Nina let some silent tears stream down her face and smiles. She knows Toby only says what he means. And bluntly. “Thank you, Toby”

Nina is 27 years old

She’s 5’8

Nina is full scemo in looks and music

Nina listens to emo, scene, dubstep, hardcore, post hardcore, metalcore and pop punk. But she’ll listen to anything she likes

She loves going to concerts and raves, since she never got to go as a teenager

She drags Toby along, even though he’s not a people person(he enjoys himself bc he’s emo too even though he won’t admit it)

Toby let Nina cut his hair because she begged him to. She wanted to give him straight emo hair with layers and a fringe and she did just that

She wants to dye it pink and black to match hers but he won’t let her. She still begs him every day though.

She’s always been good at doing emo hair because she’s been cutting her own hair for years and dying it too

Nina loves thrifting and shopping (Toby goes with her so she doesn’t get harassed)

The skin where her smile is stitched up is textured and scarred

Nina sometimes misses her smile and will draw it on with makeup

Her favorite foundation is Fenty Beauty and her shade is 430 :3

She loves making Candi bracelets especially with Toby and Jane

She “steals” Toby and Jane’s clothes

Nina’s favorite foods are cosmic brownies, birthday cake milkshakes, sushi, burritos and kettle corn

She loves sugar a lot and any food that’s rainbow like her

She’s always switching hair colors but always goes back to pink and black

Nina and Toby have matching piercings! (Canine bites, septum, tongue, eyebrows, and a whole bunch of ear piercings)

Nina has band posters all over her room and plushies too!

Her pillow is always stained with hair dye

Nina teases her hair every day so it’s super big

Nina kills people still, but mainly shitty boyfriends

Nina has tried to be friends with clockwork but Clockwork REALLY doesn’t like her because she’s dating Toby now

Nina is sweet, bubbly, outgoing and kind so a lot of creeps like her :3

She’s a bit more mature now that she’s away from Jeff and a lot happier too

When Nina teases and straightens her hair she teases and straightens Toby’s hair as well. He doesn’t care. He’s actually impressed with how cool it looks

Nina loves practicing her screaming while Toby sings and plays drums but she’ll practice screaming on her own too

Nina has big round light brown eyes

She feels horrible about stuff she’s done in the past

Nina gets really insecure about people not liking her and she’s scared Toby and Jane secretly hate her

She’s much smarter than she was before but you can’t really tell by the way she acts

Nina hugs Jane and thanks her once a day. She wouldn’t have gotten away from Jeff without her

Take Toby’s goggles and wears them to raves

His mouth guard sometimes too

She’s just healing her inner child by being her beautiful self

And having people around her that truly love her

She loves wearing pink lipgloss and black lipliner to match her hair

Her makeup is traditional emo/ scene makeup circular eyeshadow and big eyeliner

She convinced Toby to wear a bit of eyeliner

Nina is bisexual!

She had a crush on Jane first but didn’t act on it since Jane’s married

Nina has an extremely high pain tolerance and plans go get tattoo sleeves all in one sitting

Mixes her black culture with scemo culture

Brown lip liner and large hoop earrings with some 90s/y2k fashion seen on black women at the time along with all her emo fashion

She’s truly accepting herself we love that for her she would’ve never done that before what a queen

Nina is a huge people pleaser

She’s extremely hyper, expressive and jumpy!

(God I love her!)

When she likes someone or falls in love she’s extremely obsessive and will do literally anything for them

Unironically likes the ham egg and cheese hot pockets

Doesn’t wear purple as much as she used to reminds her of when she met Jeff

Constantly getting candy from LJ

She enjoys rolling the dice to see if it’s poisonous or not

She’s impulsive and a risk taker like that

Wow this is long can you tell I’ve thought about her character a lot?

#creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta characters #creepypasta headcanon #crp #nina the killer headcanons #creepypasta nina the killer #nina the killer #nina hopkins #ninathekiller #ninathekillerhcs #ninathekillerheadcanons #nina the killer creepypasta

[anonymous-eggy]

your leander analysis was soooo spot on !! it's the first one that made sense to me !! i was always like ?? why would he try to mess with you ?? it just didn't make sense to me ?? you're so big brain

exactlyyyy!

i think my point didnt really get across because i said it in a very dramatic manner, but the point is there.

at the end of the day, Leander wants to manipulate you into trusting him. for what reason? we don't know yet. To take down the senobium? for selfish reasons? both?

no matter the reason, he's cunning and manipulative. he's not prone to outbursts and immediate revenge from what we've seen in the demo. he didn't become the trusted and adored leader of a huge gang by having childish outbursts and taking his frustration out on others for not trusting him or not wanting to be around him. he's like a wolf. he will play the long game if he really has to. if it becomes a game of stamina, he'll keep chasing you until you dont want to or cant run anywhere but into his arms. into his maw of fangs that he's conditioned you to believe is home so he can finally snap his jaw shut on you.

He is the safehouse, the leader. everyone follows him eventually. he just likes to make you feel like it was your choice all along and not something he was steering you towards since the very beginning.

this is literally what makes him such an attractive character. we know in the back of our minds (whether or not we realize it) that this is what he's doing. its so bad, but it so good at the same time. he has secrets and depth to his character and we want to know them.

honestly, if anything, he grabbed mc's hand when they choose to hesitate out of desperation to prove he can handle it and gain that huge leap of trust in Mc.

which caused mc a moment of panic and surprise, thus causing their curse to flare up. the same way i assume mhin's curse would flare up to protect them. this flare up was more than what leander had planned for, so he has a moment where he has to bat away the curse with whatever stupid powerful magic he's gotten ahold of.

once again, he wants you to trust him. this is obviously a bad situation where there's only two believable and sucky ways to play it off. the truth, or a prank. so he has to pick the lesser of two bad choices and play it off like he was just messing around. like it was just jokes and everything was fine all along!!! i think theres a small crack in his facade when he says something along the lines of Mc's curse being some serious stuff he's never seen before. this is a true statement buried in false ones. its easy to breeze over. he's successfully fooled you and won if he can get you to believe he was genuinely just fucking with you.

but yeah, sure Mc could have gotten pissed with him, but isnt a moment of Mc being pissed at a joke better than them not trusting him with their curse? the trust broken from a prank is MUCH easier to repair than trust broken from a curse that almost slipped through his magical protections.

Leander wants Mc alive, safe, and trusting him COMPLETELY. He (i assume unknowingly) hints at this anytime he talks about how he shouldn't have let you leave his side. he is that one "the illusion of choice" meme.

My ending statement will be this: i am OBSESSED with characters that have a true personality hidden under a different one. the little phrases that slip out and give insight into the truth are my JAM. characters that dangle a shiny charming personality like an angler fish. maybe its because of my trauma, but we dont have to talk about that.

#eggy answers #leander #leander touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved demo #touchstarved leander #touchstarved mc #touchstarved #leander ts #touchstarved theory

[strangerthings-01]

You bet on me?

Summary: While Jason was fucking with Eddie one day, he claimed eddie couldn’t get anyone even if he tried. Eddie took that up as an offer and Jason told him to get you to fall in love with him as a bet. Eddie being an ignorant asshole took up on that offer. You find out and all hell breaks loose.

Warnings: cussing, angst, crying, anger

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You felt like air was being sucked out of you as Nancy sat with you on your bed explaining the heartbreaking news she had just found out through some of the jocks on the football team. She had immediately come over to tell you and you couldn’t even process what she was saying, choosing not to believe it. Eddie wouldn’t do that to you. No way.

You guys had met at a pep rally where you were cheering and he had complimented your appearance and your skill and one thing led to another and several dates happened. Months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend and it was coming up on your 4 months. Even if what Nancy was saying was true, why would he continue this? It would just be cruel which is why you couldn’t believe it at first. Eddie wasn’t cruel. He didn’t have a mean bone in him.

“No. They’re lying. They have to be Nancy. Eddie isn’t like that and they hate him anyways. They’ll do anything to make people see their side.” You stood up off the bed and started pacing the room, trying to think of anything to use as a rebuttal against her argument. She looked at you with pity and sadness which only pissed you off more. “Y/n…I know this is hard to believe but I really don’t think they would take it this far. They were laughing about how they were shocked Eddie went through with the challenge Jason gave him to get the head cheerleader to fall in love with him. I overheard them when I was walking to the office.” She bit her lip softly, not knowing what to say.

Tears sprung to your eyes but you looked up to prevent them from spilling over. “I just- I’m trying too hard to believe it and I cant. It’s not Eddie. He wouldn’t do that. I know he’s sporadic and doesn’t think but-but he doesn’t just try to hurt people to prove points to people like fucking Jason carver. There has to be some explanation. There’s no way he bet on me…right?” Your voice cracked at the assumption.

Nancy, finally baffled and unable to say much, just sighed sadly. “I don’t know honey. I want to say no. I want to tell you that they’re just being stupid and lying about it but I can’t. He-he bet on you y/n and I am so sorry. I know how much you love him.” You sobbed at the last sentence and she immediately stood up and wrapped you in her arms. “I’m here for you. And I’ll stay by your side through all of this. Eddie will regret this and he will not come near you unless you agree to it.”

You cried into her shoulder and hung onto her for dear life. This was the most heartbreaking thing you had ever encounter in your life and it just so happened to be with the love of your life. At least that’s what you thought. Confronting him was terrifying to you and you weren’t sure if it would go down well. If he would lie or tell you the truth. If he would tell you he never loved you or if he would try to apologize profusely and beg for you to forgive him which you weren’t sure if you could.

“What am I gonna do?” Your quavered voice announced after all the thoughts swarmed your head. She pulled back to look at you and wiped your tears away. “You’re going to take a deep breath and you are going to confront that motherfucker when you feel confident enough to do so. Don’t beat around the bush. Don’t ignore him to make him come to you. Look him in the eye next time you see him and tell him everything you know.” You sniffled and nodded, your chest tightening with anxiety. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down and looked at her. “Okay. Thank you Nancy for um telling me. I think I want to wash up and head to bed. I need to think.”

She smiled softly and nodded in understanding. “Yeah of course. Call me if you need anything hon. I’m a landline away.” You hugged her once more and she headed out leaving you alone with your thoughts. You broke down once again and collapsed on your bed, curling in on yourself. Your heart wanted eddie to hold you but your brain made sure you didn’t do that knowing he was the reason for your heartbreak.

Your shower was long forgotten about as you cried yourself to sleep, Eddie and the bet he made on you the only thing on your mind.

💜

The next morning you were thankful it was a Saturday so you got to sleep in and not worry about facing Eddie…until you realized Saturdays were your days with him and he would be over any second. “Fuck..” you stated throwing yourself out of her and contemplating just cancelling the day with him but remembering what Nancy said about getting straight to the point and not letting this be at a stand still.

Not exactly feeling up to dressing cute like you usually do, you slipped on a tank top with sweatpants and put your hair in a messy bun. You didn’t bother trying to hide the dried up tears and baggy eyes, knowing he would make it easier for you to blow up if he asked what was wrong. You knew that wasn’t the best approach and probably not the healthiest but you didn’t know what else to do. You had never been in this situation before and it was ten times harder with it being eddie.

Your anxiety shot through the roof hearing the door being knocked on. You took shaky breaths and tried to control yourself as you walked down the stairs, hands shaking. You stared at the door for a couple seconds and when the knocking started again, you walked over and opened it seeing Eddie stand at the other side, big goofy smile on his face. “Hey baby. You ready for cuddles and movies because I for one am.” He in your attire which was unusual considering you liked dressing up to get compliments from him and just because that’s who you were but he didn’t comment on it, not wanting to upset you.

“Um I don’t think that’s a good idea right now eddie.” You cleared your throat and bit your cheek trying to keep the tears that so badly wanted to fall inside your tear ducts. “What? Why? Saturday is always our day. Did something happen?”it took everything in your not to Scoff and scream at him right then. “Yeah something did happen and I don’t think it’s a good idea to hang out right now.“ you crossed your arms, trying to control yourself.

“Baby you can talk to me. Don’t shut me out.” You put your hand up to signal for him to stop talking. “Don’t call me baby. Don’t pretend you care right. Is because it’s really pissing me off.” He looked at you confused, eyes scrunching. “Woah…hey what us going on? Can I come in so we can talk? Cause something is clearly up.” You wanted to slam the door and tell him to stay away but Nancy was right, you needed to confront him. So you stepped aside and he walked in. You closed the door as soon as he entered and he faced you one again.

“You want to talk? Fine we can talk.” You voice betrayed you and it cracked, showing the emotion you were trying so hard to hide. “You fucking bet on me and let this-“ you gestured between the two of you. “Continue for as long as it has, keeping it from me.” Eddie’s eyes widened and he felt his heart drop to the floor. You knew. How did you know? He didn’t want you to find out. It wasn’t like that anymore.

“Y/n. I-I swear to god it isn’t like that. Not anymore.” You glared at him and chucked with zero humor coming to show. “So which one is it? Because you’re not making any sense.” He shut his eyes tightly and cleared his throat. “Y-yes it was a bet.” He quickly continued seeing your eyes water and your hands go to your head. “But! I swear on everything, I called it off as soon as I got to know you. I knew it was shitty and wasn’t fair to you. Shit even anybody and told him to never bring it up again because it didn’t mean anything. I fell in love with you. I didnt- fuck. I wasn’t faking this.”

You let a few tears fall. “No. You did fake it. You wouldn’t have fallen in love with me. You wouldn’t have even met me if you hadn’t made that bet. So no Eddie this wasn’t real because we didn’t meet under real circumstance. God it makes sense now. Us meeting at a pep rally. You don’t do those.” A tear fell down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away. “Sweetheart I know the beginning of this wasn’t right and it wasn’t real at first but I swear it’s real now. I know that doesn’t mean much but I called it off with him as soon as I knew how kind and passionate you were. You’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever had.”

You cleared your throat and scoffed again, clenching your fists. “It doesn’t matter if you fucking called it off eddie. I was the deal you made with Jason so he won. As per usual. If you had told me at the beginning, yeah I would have been pissed but you could have redeemed yourself but now? You can’t do anything to make this right…you just lost the best girlfriend you’ve ever had. And-and I lost, who I thought was the best boyfriend I ever had, to a fucking bet. And the worst part? You talked shit about Jason to me. About how horrible he was to women when you were horrible to me. So you need to get the fuck out of me house and never talk to me again.”

His heart rate increased and he started panicking. “Baby please. I’ll do anything. I-I know how bad this looks and it is bad but I swear to god I never intended for you to get hurt. I was scared to tell you because I didn’t know if you would want to get to know me after that…and I didn’t think about you finding out later. Which is messed up, I know. But I love you with everything I have. If you end this, if you end us, Jason truly wins. I didn’t make this bet to make a joke out of you. I have had a crush on your for a while and as cruel as it sounds, this stupid bet made it easy for me to talk to you and I’m so sorry. It shouldn’t have been like that. We never met because I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you and that was my fault. Please don’t break this off. I can make this right. I swear.”

Your face was wet with tears and you kept trying to dry them but they kept coming. “Now you’re just making excuses. God you’re an asshole. We’re done eddie.” Your breath caught in your throat saying the words you dreaded saying. “Please get out.” You finally whispered not having anymore energy. He pleaded and reached for you. “Baby plea-“

“Get out!” You yelled and pointed at the door. He flinched a little but complied, tears starting to fall down his own cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I love you.” He bit his lip and left your house, closing the door on his way out. As soon as the door clicked, you fell to your knees and sobbed. You couldn’t control the wretched feeling that was forming in the pit of your stomach. You had just lost to your lover and to a fucking bet of all things.

You so badly wanted to call Nancy but she was working and you didn’t want to bother her. So you did the next best thing. You called Steve. He was like your brother and would beat someone up for even looking at you wrong. “Hey girl. What’s up?” Hearing his voice sent you into another break down. “S-Steve? I really need you right now.” You sobbed.

“Hey hey. What’s wrong?” He said softly, any joking manner dissipating hearing the sadness in your voice. “E-Eddie….he um he bet on me. And-and he’s been lying to me about it and we just broke up. I can’t do this right now. Please can you come over?” You heard shuffling and a set of keys. “Yes. I’m on my way. Hang tight okay?” He hung up and you sniffled as you sat down on the couch.

10 minutes later, Steve walked through the door not even bothering to knock. He rushed over to you and pulled you into a hug before even asking everything that happened. “I’m here. It’s okay.” You sobbed into his chest and gripped his shirt. “I don’t understand what I did Steve. I don’t get it.” His heart broke hearing your cries and he wanted to kill eddie for making you feel this way. “You didn’t do anything. He’s an idiot. It’s his loss.” He pet your hair as he held you, not saying a word and letting the silence be a type of comfort.

Eventually you pulled away, feeling slightly better about the interaction you just had. You wiped your tear rimmed eyes and sniffled, trying to gather your thoughts. “Nancy was over last night….and she told me she overheard Jason talking about a bet that was made on me a couple of months ago.” Your voice cracked but you weren’t sure you had any tears left. “He claims it isn’t like that anymore but it was still like that in the beginning. I was just some game and maybe he does love me cause he did say he always a crush on me but it sounds like bullshit. He didn’t come in wanting to love me.” You looked up at Steve with big brown doe eyes and begged for some type of answers although it wasn’t fair of you to look to him for them.

He shook his head and a hand drug down his face. “It’s all bullshit. I mean for once I’m just completely fucking shocked. I was starting to like the dude too but screw that shit. Fuck him, Y/N. I know it hurts and my words don’t mean much right now but he’s a dick and he doesn’t deserve you. You’ll want to get revenge but the best revenge is to be live your life and be happy without him. And you have people that will make sure that happens.” He put a hand on your shoulder and rubbed the skin there. You smiled slightly and nodded. “You’re right. It’s just going ti be really hard, Steve. I love him.”

He sighed and looked away at the wall then back at you. “I know. And that’s normal but it will be okay. Nothing stays the same so this feeling will fade just like his ass will. If I see him, it’s right there.” You giggled and hugged your friend. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head. “We’re all here for you. And I know hellfire club will absolutely tear him apart.” You pulled away and looked at them, eyes wide again. “Don’t tell them. If Eddie does, fine. But don’t say a word please. they’re just kids.” Steve was quick to listen and agree to what you were saying. They didn’t deserve to be involved. Unless it was Eddie who said something, the kids would be left out of this. Eddie might have been a complete dick but he was a role model to them and who were you to take that away from them?

Robin probably already knew considering how close she and Nancy had gotten so it wouldn’t be long until your phone line wound start ringing. This time though, the words from Robin would be harsh and demanding than Steve. Robin was sweet and gave good advice but if someone hurt her friends, she didn’t take it well.

“He’s gonna try to reach out.” Steve said after neither of them said anything after a while. “If he really loves you, he’ll call you or try to talk to you in person. It’s up to you if you want to…but I wouldn’t. Unless he manages to make some bomb ass apology which is unlikely cause he’s an idiot, it’s not worth it.” You hated hearing Steve say that knowing that it wasn’t what you wanted to hear.

What you wanted was for him to tell you that you should hear him out and give him a chance before you decide to leave him. Or that fighting for the relationship was worth it cause it was a mistake. But you knew that Steve was right. This wasn’t something that could be fixed over night. This wasn’t something that was worth fighting for unless proven that it was which would be very hard to do in this scenario. This was something difficult to come back from and as much as you wanted to just tell him to come back and that you forgave him, it wouldn’t change the fact that he did what he did. Love is shown. Love is proven. If he really did feel awful about what he had done, he would show that and it would take a lot more than an apology or some flowers.

You took a deep breath and sat down, your legs suddenly feeling weak from all the stress. “I’m not going to. Unless he can prove that he does love me and that he really does resent what he’s done, we’re over. I don’t think he can come back from this but i won’t stop it in the off chance he will…” you look over at him wondering if he will try to say anything to convince you to just let him go but he says nothing. His face was full of love and support, not judging any decisions you have made. “I’m here for you regardless. And so are Nancy and Robin. Personally I wouldn’t have let someone back but you have a big heart and you know what’s best for you. And I do think Eddie loves you…in some weird way he did fall for you. It just wasn’t the right or fair way to you.”

You chewed on your lip anxiously considering all the ways you could handle this. Was it really worth it to try and wait for him to fix this? Was it worth it to let him back into your life after the pain he made you feel? Deep down, you believed he did love you but you couldn’t help but think the only way that love formed was through a bet he made to prove himself to a bully he claimed he despised. So was that a love you wanted in your life? Or was there something else out there for you? You had no clue where to go from here but you weren’t going to let him dictate your life. You would get your revenge. You would show him you were trying to move on and that you could be happy without him. If something changed and he ended up back in your life, so be it. But for now, he was dead to you and the pain would soon turn into anger and then into nothing. You had a lot to think about and several decisions to make but for now?

Fuck Eddie munson

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader

[mediocreanomaly]

while I love me some Vash and ww I wanna go with Knives rn 🥴 what do you think his kinks would be? and/or favorite positions 🤤

Authors note: My first NSFW request? so swag...also u!!! ur so epic I love when you interact fr *inserts that puppy dog eye emoji* Here's some Knives content for you Knive kissers tho!

Knives X Reader NSFW HC's

Positions:

I think Knives likes any position that allows him to be over you. He likes feeling like he's in charge in pretty much anything he does, and I mean anything.

Mating Press: One of his favorites. He has a thing about cumming inside every time and he'll get a bit irritated if you clean up too quickly because it seems like a waste. This is the perfect position to make sure every drop is fucked as deep into you as he can get it. Plus It makes him feel in control, he likes using his body weight to pin you down. He likes having you caged under him, letting your scratch along his shoulders as he pumps himself deeper into you.

G-Whiz: Lmao! ignore the name...He likes to over stimulate you. (mostly because as a plant he can go multiple rounds without getting tired) This just gets the job done a bit faster. Having your legs slung up over his shoulders does something to him too, the way he can hold your hips up at the perfect angle, drilling into your g-spot every time...He can't get enough of watching your fucked out face as you roll your eyes back from the fourth orgasm of the night. He also likes being a bit rough with you, proving to you how fragile you are compared to him not that'd he'd ever hurt you. He just enjoys the way you fold so nicely under him.

Cowgirl: Now I know I said he likes being on top but this is the one position where you can get him under you if you catch him in the right mood. He likes watching the way you bounce as you attempt to keep your composure despite falling apart even on top of him. More than that he likes having a view of every time his dick sinks into you, watching as you lift yourself up until it's nearly just the tip then sink yourself back down to the hilt. He'll grunt as you put your hands on his chest trying to chase your high. (he's not completely fair though, even here he likes to be a brat. He'll grab your hips if you slow down too much and fuck up into you using you for his own pleasure. He's a bit selfish in that aspect but don't worry he won't stop until you've cum at least twice.)

Kinks:

Breeding Kink: Maybe this is too obvious but...I mean c'mon. Knives has this whole fantasy about getting you pregnant, about making sure your constantly full with his child. He'll go multiple rounds to the point his cum is spilling out of you coating your thighs. He doesn't care, he'll go one more round just to make sure it takes, just to make sure there's no room for anything else but him. He constantly has you bending over things trying to breed you, and don't you want to carry his children? Don't you want to be good and let him fill you up?

"N-nai" you groan feeling warmth drip out of you, coating both you and Nai in his cum.

"Please, I cant do another round, s'too much" you whine too cock drunk to really think of anything but the man between your thighs. He has your hips propped up on pillows so that your hips are angled up towards him, refusing to let any of of his cum go to waste.

"You can go one more round can't you? Your doing so well..." his hand moves to press down against your womb trying to feel himself from the tin layer of fat that separate him from it. You whine and throw your head back but nod giving into him.

"Good. I'm going fill you again and then in return....you can have my child." he muses already beginning to rock his hips into you again. It's was going to be a long night.

Knife Play: Again...too obvious? Still! He has his blades you better believe he's going to use them. Knives getting to show off he's not human is something of a source of pride to him so he'll remind you of this fact in the bed room too. He likes the way the metal looks against your skin anyways.

Your body tenses as the cool silver of Nai's blade gently run against your skin. It's the dull edge, the side that won't cut, but if either of you move in the slightest that won't last.

Nai watches you like a predator about to strike, artic blue eyes reflecting in the dark as he lets the vines wrap around your body. They snake up your legs pulling you further apart for his view, and before you can protest there one wrapping around your throat forcing you to bear your neck lest you slice your throat open.

"Carful...their quite sharp" he muses. He finds this funny, the prick. Still, it's hard to be mad when there's ever pooling warmth building in your stomach. You jerk slightly when of of the blades climbs up your waist and hiss when the blade around your thighs cuts in slightly. Nai tsk at you and drags his thumb over where the small cut is and brings it to his lips, licking the blood off it.

"and you were doing so good..." he uses his vines to once again spread your legs apart so he can look at you, you feel his fingers ghost over where you want him most and you feel tears prick at your eyes wishing he's get on with it already when he finally begins to line himself up with your entrance, "now remember...don't move."

Predator/Prey: Sue me but tell me this man doesn't like a chase. Maybe it appeals to his plant instincts or that's his excuse anyways. In all honesty I think he likes to show off how much stronger, how much faster he is than a human like you. These little bouts of power send an extra thrill to his head, luckily Knives wing is very large so you can play into it.

You pant letting your feet carry you as fast as you can across the cool floor of the Arc. Were you fast enough? The answer is almost always a resounding "No" but when you don't hear foot steps behind you decide to take your luck at face value.

You look around for a hiding spot, adrenaline spiking though your body as you go into overdrive. You spot a small crawl space, just big enough for you to wiggle into if you're quick. Without a second thought you dive for it, scrambling to hide yourself away, knowing there's no way you can out run him for long. As if he can hear your thoughts the second you pull your feet in you hear the tell tale sound of his feet and the drag of a blade against the wall. You put your hands over your mouth to stifle any noises.

"I know you're in here" Nai coos, icy voice bouncing off the walls of the cold room. The echo makes it hard to tell where exactly his is, which only causes your heart to thud faster against your ribs.

"Be good and come out here for me, maybe I'll even reward you" It's a bluff and you know it. He didn't want you to give up, not now. It'd ruin the hunt, make it less fun.

Silence falls over the room and you close your eyes to listen for any movement, there's none but you know better than to take the chance. After what seems like forever you hear the slow clicks of foot steps retreating. You stay in your spot for a second regaining your breath before you steel yourself and take off again.

You run. You run faster than you ever have before but as you move down the hall...you hear the sound of something- no someone turning the corner. Shit. You turn and sprint down the hall way, you need a hiding place, you need to run faster you need-You feel your body suddenly pushed to the ground an you know, like always, you've lost.

"You lasted much longer this time" Nai muses in your ear, body still trapping you between him and the floor.

"Such a shame, but you didn't really think a human could get away from me did you?" you feel his hands glide down your body already tugging down the hem of your pants. Maybe losing wasn't so bad...not if this was the punishment.

#knives x reader #knives x you #trigun x reader #knives smut

[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 148 not so early analysis

Bit later than usual cause college and I wanted to look into something from part 1.

Fumiko has been continuing the trend of being absolutely useless in every situation shes ever been put in to the point I feel confident in saying she CANT fight. This clearly isn't a kobeni situation where she can fight if necessary because she hasn't even really been trying to fight or protect anyone. It's the point I've actually started to believe the theory that Fumiko is actually Aldo in disguise.

For a refresher Aldo was one of the american assassin brothers who got picked off at the beginning of the arc by Power and Yoshida respectively. However Aldo survived the entire arc and has been awol ever since. He's also surprisingly durable since he survived both of these attacks with minimal injury.

He may or may not have been hit by halloween, Given his facial expression I it seems like he's faking it especially since Halloween was used on the doll devil and so should logically only effect her dolls which Aldo is not.

I went back through these chapters expecting to find a smoking gun that could prove this to be true. Specifically I was looking for a scene where he or one of the brothers was holding an ID card which could be matched against the way Fumiko holds it, But I did not find that.

This is the best I found but it's also standard practice so it isn't good evidence. Back to the chapter itself, It's clear now Quanxi is just going through the motions

She's clearly been lacking when it comes to combat and athletics in these previous few chapters in comparison to her original appearance. She's been sort of stumbling through these chapters with the help of her regeneration. Which is a bit strange until you keep in mind; Quanxi is more than likely SUPER depressed. The last time we saw her before this was when she fought Denji and the previous time before that was when everyone she cared about got murdered by Makima. It's probable that she blames herself for it because she took the job to kill Denji and thus got her and the girls into the situation that killed them in the first place.

Fuck you looking at bitch do something

The transition between these two pages is so good I had to do a double take because my immediate though was that Quanxi was the one who got her arm cut off. But then obviously it's Asa's. You can feel the inspiration from good movie transitions here.

This whole scene is very cool and also very interesting because Asa is able to block Yoshida's sword with her barehand. She got such an amp from the chainsaw fire attacks that she can do this. It also means she has basically the same base stats as yoru. Which is to be expected but I think is interesting.

It seems like this page was drawn before the rest of the one in this sequence because Yoshida is busting through a wall here despite the fact Room 606 was just destroyed; Thus there should be no wall to bust through to escape onto the street. Interestingly the other personality is absent in this scene entirely. We never see Yoru and Asa in the same panel which is an interesting choice. Its probably a creative choice to only have one of them around in major action scenes. Feels like a good time to mention a theory I saw on twitter. I've been trying to find it but I've had no luck. If I can find it it'll probably be apart of next week's post. To summarize the theory; Asa and Yoru are the same entity. Not two separate beings in one body. Asa the human we met at the beginning of part 2 has been dead since the justice (fire) contract user killed her. The Asa we see now is a split personality reconstructed using the intact memories in the body's brain at the time she became a fiend. If true it means Asa is an alternate persona created by Yoru in order to cause more conflict within herself (constant internal warfare) and as a coping mechanism due to the chainsaw devil massacre in hell. Its an interesting theory I want to put on the board incase something happens with it especially since Yoru is growing in strength rapidly. Probably how Black Pochita was schooling them during it.

#chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man 148 #quanxi #asa mitaka #yoru chainsawman #fumiko mifune

[ackermonie]

beep. beep. beep.

every time you gained consciousness, that’s the only thing you heard. the constant, agonizing, high pitched sound of the machine somewhere beside you, the only thing proving that you were still hanging on to life.

you thought that was it. you thought that was how you were gonna go, inevitably crushed by a cursed spirit that proved how weak of a sorcerer you were, but you guess those beeps only mean that you’re not as inferior as you thought you were.

maybe a part of you was wishing that this would’ve been it, something to put an end to the endless fight you and the rest of jujutsu sorcerers have.

you felt something cold against your cheek a few minutes ago. someone’s hand. it shook you off unconsciousness, but it took you some handful minutes to finally open your eyes.

you don’t know how long you’ve been asleep for, but it’s dark. the room is only lit up by a couple of distant spots, and it’s raining outside. you cant hear the tears from the sky hit the windows somewhere to your left, and that naturally catches your attention.

your look to the side, the slight strain in your neck making you moan just a bit.

someone is standing there, you see their silhouette. a tall, broad figure standing by the big window, hands in their pockets, and when their face gravitates in your direction at the sound you produce, you see it.

the tall hair, falling down to the center of his back and a high half- bun. you’re not so sure about being alive, now.

because if you were, he wouldn’t be here.

it’s been years. years since you last saw him, since he left. he wouldn’t come find you after all those years. you were convinced.

he whispers your name, and he sounds like him. low, gentle, a bit gruff, it’s your suguru.

in the time that you slowly blink, he is by your side. getou leans down to get a good look at you, and god, isn’t he beautiful?

you always thought so. you would openly stare at him, back then, and he would stare right back at you from across the table with that sweet smile of his. you would let your eyes break down his every feature, painting another replica in your head for times you weren’t aware would come sooner than you’d like.

cold hands are on your face again. you see an agonized gaze on a face you so miserably missed, and all you can do is lay there and stare up at him.

“i knew you would make it,” you can’t believe you can hear his voice again. you thought you lost that luxury long ago. “well done, my darling.”

“suguru,” your voice barely makes it past your lips, but it reaches him.

you know it did when he frowns that sad fucking frown of his. you will your hand to reach his, but your grip isn’t strong enough to hold onto his hand. the skin of your palm barely brushes agains his knuckles, and before it falls to the pillow beside your head, long fingers catch yours.

your eyes can barely stay open at this point, but he brings your hand to his own cheek. he leans into your touch like a starved man, and you can physically feel your heart shattering in your chest.

he turns his head to plant a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“i’ll make them pay.” he says in your hand. “i’ll make those monkeys pay.”

your eyes fall closed. you will yourself to stay up, to savor a reunion after so long, but your body refuses to stay awake.

“i wish you were real,” you find yourself whispering before you slip back into unconsciousness.

but he was real. he stayed with you every other night until you gained back your consciousness and sneaked behind everyone’s backs like a little kid. watched as your chest went up, down, up, and even memorized the pattern of your heartbeats just to notice if anything changes.

and he will make them pay. he will make them all pay.

#ackermonie writes #jujutsu kaisen #jjk drabbles #jjk #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutus kaisen imagines #jjk x reader #getou angst #getou suguru #geto suguru #getou drabble #getou headcanons #getou x reader #getou x y/n #jujutsu geto #geto angst #geto suguru x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk angst #hurt no comfort #getou suguru angst

[minologistt]

DEVOTION | JJK mini-series

in which jungkook is your friends with benefits who confessed his love for you and spends a week trying to prove his love to you.

genre fwb -> lovers

warnings arguing, y/n is in DENIAL , fluff but also angsty kinda

tag list -> @mochminnie

S.LIST

FRIDAY

the storm is picking up but i walked out any way. i’m not in the mood to talk with him right now but he’s still following me any way.

“come back y/n, i didn’t mean that—“

“kook it’s enough okay, i’m done with whatever you and i have going on.” i continue walking without turning back. a curse was muttered under his breathe as he caught up to me.

“i’m serious about loving you but fuck y/n i wanna give you the world and it’s hard when you’re so prickly all the time.. please just hear me out—“ his eyes were all round and glossy like he’d cry but so will i. we had a big fight over his jealousy again.

“get the hell out of my face, kook.. i know i’m not perfect but you brought up my ex? fuck all that love bullshit alright. you’ve played in my face enough already! i can’t believe i almost- mmh” shutting my mouth was my last option as jungkook grabbed my face and held me in place.

“oh baby.. i wouldn’t have dared bring him up if i knew he still effected you this much. shit- i’m just- i just—“ he threw his head back and let my face go.

“the damage is done already, i get it. this little love game you tried to play was cute.. but i’m outta here, kook.” he brings his gaze back to me and a tear threatens to leave his eye but he sucks it up. “don’t text me, yeah?” i walk around him without another word.

unfortunately, the sound of running is heard in my ears again. this time i feel a warm jacket get out over my head, it’s obviously jungkooks but i don’t turn around.

“y/n.. please just listen to me, just this once and it’s whatever you want after.” after he said that, i slowly turn around to see him getting drenched in the rain. hair soaked, white shirt turning see through and the rain sliding down his face.

“you have seven minutes.”

“look, i’m serious abt loving you. i get it that it’s not your thing but i mentioned your ex because of how he did you and i just thought my point of me being the one to treat you better would stand stronger that way. fuck i just- i was an in the moment thought and i didn’t think it through.. i’ve just been saying anything loosely around you lately! i cant hide how i feel but it’s hard to know you’re constantly pushing me out and seeing you as much as i do.. it just breaks me but i’m willing to do anything for you. i wear my heart on my arm for you and only you.. but i’m sorry for mentioning that guy. whatever you want now.. i’ll respect it.” he looks to the side and sighs a deep sigh.

something about seeing his this vulnerable just sting a bit. thinking about walking away from him hurts, more than it should but maybe it’s because of all he’s done for me so far.

i open mouth just to close it. we stood there in complete silence as the rain continued to pour.

“..oh come here baby.” that’s all i say before i wrap my arms around him. a silent sign of some forgiveness. he wraps his arms around me and shields me from the stormy weather.

“i’ll give you a chance.. if that’s really all you want from me, koo.” barely above a whisper but he heard it anyway.

“that’s all i’ve been asking.. love you y/n.”

“anything for you, kookie”

it slipped but he didn’t mention it for the rest of the night.

#bts fanfction #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff #jungkook x female reader #jeon jungkook fanfic #jk fanfic #jk x reader #jungkook fiction

[hexhomos]

im curious to know your thoughts on viktor's biography saying jayce was nothing more than an inconvenience. how do you handle him saying they were never friends? was this because of piltoverians superiority or? (correct me if im wrong but i cant remember if you touched on that)

A friend of mine once said a catastrophic breakup has the unforeseen consequence of tainting everything that came before it in the harsh, abrasive light of the fresh argument, and after that initial damage is done it’s hard to pick out how the memories *really* were. No matter how positive. You begin to doubt, re-read and re-write what happened, so the ultimate split "makes sense."

This may not even be a conscious process half of the time! But jokes about crazy-ex-girlfriends exist for a reason, and I believe that reason might be a surplus of unwarranted crazy-ex-girlfriend stories that are told after the dissolution of every messy relationship. You need a clear Right and a clear Wrong. Rationalizing your behavior as “only logical, in the face of irrationality,” is a defense mechanism. It’s not a pretty one, but it boils down to this: avoidance of guilt, rejection of any criticism you may consider too true, the reshaping of your narrative so *you* are the one in control, the winner, the guy who’s closing the debate with the perfect comeback, one thought up in the shower 12 hours after the fact.

Viktor lies a lot. By omission, exaggeration, negligence and a sense of dwindling pride. Jayce is simultaneously unstoppably unjust and a worm-man that could be crushed beneath his heel; an insufferable viktor never chose for himself! Who is, at the same time, somehow, his work partner of years, actively by his side right up until his last project - or until he's had enough. And the dissonance is the point. This is an image that has been warped so much in editing you can see the smudgy click and drag marks in the surroundings. 

I do think Jayce and Viktor were friends, and this is an assertion I make without doubt. Viktor calls jayce his old friend when the plea benefits him, this is corroborated by how positively Jayce's bio speaks about Viktor, even while criticizing his methods.

Jayce is indifferent to nearly everyone he meets, he says so himself, in his opening paragraphs; if he really was so Out There To Get Viktor And Ruin His Life &/Or Reputation- what fucking reason does he have to defend Viktor's honor after he's proved himself to be unstable and aggressive? If their relationship was nonexistent, sour, or predicated exclusively in rivalry or animosity, why does Viktor ask for Jayce to join him in his grand plan, after years of alleged cold war? What reason is there for Jayce to apologize and still extend him an out after Viktor sinks his head in with a giant crystal? What reason is there for him to even disclose doing that? (what reason is there for Jayce to call Viktor petnames after multiple direct attempts on his life???? LOL)

To put it mildly. If we are to take Viktor’s POV by his word (imagine he is being honest,) and see this as a straightforward detached revenge story about prejudice or jayce’s unreasonable hero complex or piltover carelessly wanting to trump over zaun or whatever - why doesn’t Jayce’s side of the story simply call him a cunt and move on? He has all the setup to prop himself as the true hero, but he doesn’t. Like Bon points out here, Jayce’s bio doesn’t even bring up that Viktor is a Zaunite. Not Once. There is no stereotypical city grudge casting him in a bad light. The information is implicit: they talk about Zaun, extensively, but Viktor’s ideas and standing and existence are what you know him by, not some undercity-dwelling boogeyman. If anything, Jayce self-deprecates far more frequently than Viktor does, and makes a sustained effort to poke holes on the audience’s perception of him being a ‘valiant hearted hero’ of any kind. He dont give a fuck. He doesn't want this title. He did not pick it. He is not choosing to represent this city. He has other, better, palpable things to care about. Namely his work, and generally ‘preventing people from being made into fucking zombies’. Jayce doesn’t want you to think that he is right(eous), but that what is happening is wrong.

If I take a step back from text interpretation here and tell you what I personally gather from it, Opinion Wise, it's this: Viktor is concerned with presenting you with a tragic fable because he has an ideology to sell. The revisions and concessions he makes along the way are for the ultimate purpose of crafting a legend. And sometimes that requires humility. He needs the rationalization to make sense of every single bad thing that has ever happened in his life; and in his way there he also tends to mix up one sore spot with the other, like they're all this elaborate multi-step prank destiny sprung on him, like every single other person in his life has been Lowkey Conspiring Against Him, so you can eventually agree to this:

Humans suck, right? We agree humans suck, right, guys? I mean wouldn't we love it if humans didn't suck? Thats Why I Came Up With A Solution!! THE NEURALINK. - Viktor. (note: whenever there's a mention of the student body, swap it with 'Jayce' to see how the motivation builds up. Viktor makes an effort to omit him whenever possible anyway)

He's kind of at the end of his rope. This is his last ditch effort to build himself back up.

Generally speaking, the opposite goes for Jayce. He frontloads his statement with mentions of how he is a huge dipshit, unabashedly so, to get really at the meat of things: He thinks Viktor's preaching is fucking bogus, but the point is that guy used to be his friend. That guy used to be someone he knew! That guy was brilliant at what he did, even, but something went really terribly wrong down the line and it's frankly fucked up that it happened. But nobody really cares nor can they fully understand, because as Jayce previously stated, maybe everyone else is kind of fucking stupid, so he has to fix things on his own. (Jayce doesn't have any 'I stand for justice and righteousness and the american way,' comeback prepared to rebuke Viktor's speeches. That sentence could make him barf. He just has very strong feelings about where the line is drawn, and he’s not going to wait for the worst case scenario before doing something.)

I do think that more than anything else, It’s important (and telling) that both of their bios admit to them being deeply hurt by their falling-out. Jayce calls it ‘growing more insular’, Viktor calls it ‘traumatic’, there are attempts to patch things back up on either side (even if a bit tilted, even if the propositions don’t work) Viktor regrets trusting anyone at all, so he covers it up with detachment. Jayce regrets not having enough faith to communicate anything, when he could have, so he tries his best to own up to every present or imagined failure in his way towards improvement.

Of course Viktor would describe Jayce as inconvenient. Viktor is one of the many perceived past failures Jayce is desperately trying to do damage control for. And if he *can’t* change Viktor’s mind, well. At least Jayce can stand in his way and be really, really annoying.

#Jayvik #Vikjayce #jayce giopara #viktor league of legends #jayce league of legends #Viktor lol #Jayce lol #Lesgue of legends #Legends of runeterra #Hexposts #meta tag #LOR #'legends of runeterra is arguably a side canon' Yes But none of the LOR content pertaining to vkjc directly contradicts their concepts #If anything it is literally the closest we get to character-world integration for them #And they are both depicted as considerably more put together than the immediate chaos of their bios (thanks to LOR being set After All that

[softlymaximoff]

okay okay hear me out plz!! wanda variant (princess) and wanda overhears her daddy slut shaming/talking about reader and it makes her angry. she drags them bck to her room and legit uses reader as an outlet and fucks r sensless wanting to prove your hers and nobody elses and at the end she explains to them why she did it and we half see a soft side to her at the end! (r lets wanda use them as outlet and gets edged etc sm) 😭

“How dare you whore yourself out and bring shame on our line of royalty! Does our status mean nothing to you?! I cant believe Wanda is pursuing something with someone as fifthly as you! Shame on you you sick bastard!” Your princess’s father rained down insults on you as you just stood there with your head hung low.

You never meant to cause a scene. You had simply tripped over something mindlessly placed on the floor in the castle’s bakery and accidentally landed in the arms of another higher paid servant. Of course Wanda’s brother just so happened to pass the commotion and tattle to the King. In the corner of you eyes you saw his hand raise and your breath hitched waiting for the connection to your cheek but it never came.

Instead you saw a sparkle of scarlet red and heard a low growl. “No one touches my toy. Not now not ever. They’re mine to play with, they’re mine to break and they’re mine to own. Keep your hands off” Wanda barked out and the King sighed at the reprimand his daughter gave him. “Fine, you deal with your whore” he grumbled and walked off, his men following behind aggressively.

“You hear that dumb mutt? You’re mine. Pietro told me what he saw. My precious pup would never even think about another woman would they?” She hummed and ran a thumb over your lips initiating a silent request. Without hesitance, you sucked on her thumb almost whining when she pressed down on your tongue. “Gentle” she gave you a pointed look and you slowed yourself down a little bit.

“I want you on your knees by the bed. I’ll be there soon” she pulled her thumb back and you had to stop yourself from chasing after it. You scampered to Wanda’s room and sauntered over to her queen sized bed, kneeling gently on the wolf-furred rug by the foot of the bed. You didn’t know how long had passed or if Wanda had forgotten but the slight click of the lock on her door had you snapping your head up. “Hi my love” she whispered softly as she took in your submissive state.

You looked at her to gauge her reaction scheming if it was a test but she just nodded giving you the okay to speak “Hi my Wanda” you whispered in the quiet of the moonlight peeking through her window. Her eyes were probably the softest they’ve ever looked and you were slightly thrown off with confusion. “Are you okay my princess?” You put your weight on your heels and watched as she set a few things down on her dresser. You tried not to let your eyes wander towards the objects but when your princess held them in the moonlight the glimmer caught your attention.

“Eyes up darling” she reprimanded softly and your eyes lingered a little more before shifting to an almost shy Wanda. She walked closer until she was looking directly down at you. “I had it custom made” she brought the collar out into view and your breath hitched. ‘Wanda’s property’ was sown delicately in emerald embroidery onto a deep red collar and leash get up. Your eyes filled with tears as she knelt down and clipped it in place holding your face gently in her hands. “Don’t forget your place my sweet pup. Forever and always mine. I don’t care what anyone else says. I don’t ever want to be away from you for more than a mere blink. You’re all mine” she chided softly and kissed you with certainty that you almost stumbled back. You were hers.

#anon #asks #witchy answers #letterbox 💌 #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #dark!princess!wanda

[hanasnx]

so i imagine that toji and you have been on-again-off-again for a couple years now, like every time you break up, your dads all like 'yeah right, i give it a week.' but this time its for real, say its been like two months and to prove to your family that you're over him, you invite your new man to your dads bday party at your parents house.

you get there and are obviously pissed. of course your dad invited toji and didn't tell you, he didn't believe you were broken up. but what's worse is your new man ain't answering his phone, so you cant even lie to him and tell him the party is cancelled. so he shows up, and its awkward as hell, and he doesn't understand why until you finally introduced everyone except toji. i can see his cocky ass strolling up to the poor guy, smirking with his shady eyes, shaking his hand firmly and introducing himself as your ex boyfriend.

or would he just say hes a friend of your fathers? play along, and befriend the guy before you or maybe one of your nicer cousins pull the poor guy aside and fill him in? all the while, you're staring daggers at your father, while he's shrugging at you like he isn't at fault for this.

idk, i just love the potential for angst and tension here with this scenario. i fucking live for it bro. like your new man seeing a photo of you and toji on the wall, didn't you ask your dad to take that down last time you were here? or how toji's hand lingers on yours a little to long as he passes you your slice of birthday cake. or how friendly all of your family seems to be with him. he fits right in.

but the best part-later that night, after your new man's ego has been beaten down beyond repair, and him and most of your family has left, Toji lingers (because your father made it clear he's always welcome), and he ends up fucking you in the spare room that used to be your bedroom, or maybe in the back of his car parked out front, or in the kitchen while your parents are sleeping, all the while whispering and teasing you about how cute it was for you to think you could ever move on from him.

i could even see him texting your new man from your phone while he’s doing it, saying something cheeky or even breaking up with him for you. but you'd be too preoccupied to notice or care, obviously, reveling in how good it feels to be filled up by him again, because of course toji’s dick is bigger than what you’ve been getting. but not just his size, he knows all your sweet spots and remembers exactly how you like it, how could he forget? and by the time he’s done with you, he’s already convinced you to get back together.

his dick game is just that good you cannot convince me otherwise.

— source.

me rn bcos i got to feel like the reader and was biting the fuck outta my finger flirting with the screen

i absolutely love the on-and-off-again trope. your dad probably thought you two were gonna get married bcos of how attached-at-the-hip you were for a while. like angelina jolie and billy bob thornton. crazy in love, cant keep hands off each other, making long-term plans, toji probably asked for his fucking blessing at some point

and just like that, it ended. totally blindsided the whole family, constantly asking you about "wheres your man? huh? where's he at?" until you had to solemnly explain you weren't together anymore. all your little siblings and cousins, nieces and nephews, all are devastated because uncle toji isn't around anymore and they loved him so so much. that was the first time you and him broke up, and he was already so ingrained in the family that it shook through them all when suddenly he wasn't around anymore, everybody loved him. especially your dad who's tough and just, and never liked anybody, especially any of your boyfriends. he's expressed that toji was good enough to take care of his little girl, that he could trust you were in good hands when toji was around. you were safe, protected. (your new boyfriend cant compare in your father's eyes. he's a pansy compared to toji, which you always distressfully protest to because that's not a real criticism and your dad is just playing favorites.)

but then the family sees you two get back together, you and toji are back and better than ever. everybody's ecstatic to see him: your sisters and aunts dote on him, ask him to carry heavy things just to talk about how handsome he is when his muscles bulge like that; your uncles and brothers talk man-to-man with him, show him their cars and share their beers and ask him if he wants to watch the game. toji, quite the charmer, insists he's gonna spend time with his girl, and stays with you in the kitchen while you hang with your mom. oh, your mom loves toji. talks about what a spitting image he is of the husband shes always wanted you to have. she makes him lean down so far when she wants to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek at the end of the evening, she lists out the stuff she wants done around the house and toji does them. even tho its supposed to be a party.

fast forward to your dad's bday, and nobody believes you that you and him are done "for good this time" because they've heard about almost every break-up and reunion. they're so convinced that you and him are meant to be, you're just being stubborn.

toji swaggering up to your poor new man to introduce himself so gruffly with his deep voice and callused hand shaking his, saying so shamelessly he's your ex boyfriend. that's crazy big dick energy. it implies so much, loaded asf, bcos you're sighing and hanging your head into your hand because toji just had to go and do something like that.

the photo!! the fucking photo on the wall!! your new bf sees it before you can hastily pull it down off its fucking nail bcos you totally did ask them to take that down! and its such a good picture too. you and toji tangled so close together. he's in leather jacket, cheek-to-cheek with you, arms around you while your leg is up around him. you look good together.

i think he'd play a bit of a hard-to-get thing with you, coyly asking you about your boyfriend, where'd you meet, etc. you know him too well to think he's being genuine, and he hits you that he thinks its "cute"

you have to leave because there's no way you're gonna talk about this shit with him, having an argument in the driveway between your cars because you cant keep your voice down when you're with him. you're berating him for showing his face here even if he was invited, and he's telling you its not his fault your father loves him so much. fighting like an old married couple when he tells you he wants you back and he doesn't give a fuck who that skeevy guy was that came earlier. he tells you that he knows you want a real man when you left him because of how pigheaded and brutish he is. pandering to your family so you'll never be rid of him is exactly the kind of manipulation you wanted to get away from, and he defends it as some sort of strategy of playing the long game for the finger he wants to put a ring on. and its like you've done this game before, you're tired. one thing you're not tired of, is how remarkably agreeable the two of you are while you're fucking. so you settle the argument with your bodies <3

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #purple-obsidian #ch: toji #toji fushiguro prompt #indy: headcanons #toji fushiguro headcanons

[confusedfoam]

I am very concerned about this plot thru line that Normal desperately wants to help and is also a complete failure at it. Just some of his greatest hits (though he definitely wasn't the only one involved in some of these fuck ups)

thought he could fix hermie, actually opened the door for him to get horribly physically scarred and having the identity crisis of the century

Going to try and save his dad and uncle and ending up on the complete opposite end of an intense ethical debate

Definitely made Pepperoni Tony's marriage way worse before. not that it mattered in the end ig

Bringing Brad back to life only for him to be a miserable shell who resents every moment spent on earth

and the latest, trusts link to help him resolve the love anchor with empathy only to get the rug out from under him Again

So. Yeah time and time again Normal tried to do the empathic thing, tries to help people, and just Can't. And I'm very worried (read: excited but sad for him) about the direction this is setting for the rest of the season specifically as it relates to Normal and the Doodler.

It's growing increasingly likely that Normal fails to help it. I don't know what's going to actually happen, I don't think the cast knows what's going to actually happen, as long as Anthony was telling the truth about it being a dice roll. But either he fails or he nearly does we'll have to wait and see. Whatever happens I think this particular part of Normal's story (These are actually all themes of the podcast at large but i am going to mostly focus on normal and the doodler here barbecue otherwise this would be extra obnoxiously long.) touches on a few things.

-Agency

For Normal, so many of these failures (especially the anchor related ones) result after his agency and control of the situation has superseded. Pepperoni Tony's death was entirely outside of his control. he trusted his friends to help him with the anchors and they violate that trust and act in direct opposition to his interests while he is powerless to stop them.

The Doodler too, in spite of being a eldritch god of massive power, is lacking agency. It was hauled into reality without it's consent, was an unwilling passenger of the Oak family for generations, hell it's own summoning at the end of season one was not a result of its own actions. Other people's desire to use it's power or to prove their worth against it etc etc paved the way for all of that. It didn't tell the twins the prophecy. It didn't tell Lark who the Unsung Hero was.

-Projecting, the limits of support, and putting your own mask on first., whatever you want to call it.

There is this idea that you have to get your shit together before you're ready to help other people, and its true to a degree but its also not how life works. You have to be willing and able to keep working on yourself with the support of other people while also supporting them to do the same. I think one of the chronic problems of 90% of the cast is they are fucking up this balance one way or another. Normal's problem is layered. He really believes that its either one or the other and it you cant help yourself and someone else at the same time. So hes using it as an excuse to say Nope hes good actually he's done his growing his mask is totally all the way on and its time to Help People. because his family is selfless and self-sacrificial to the point it swings back around and is selfish again. He can't help anyone effectively because its a two way street and he's closed his side down.

-Cycles

small scale cycles, in the repeated breaking for Normal's trust. (Of intra-party trust in general which I could go off about some other time.) His trust in his father and his uncle has been under fire from pretty much every angle. Every time Normal trusts his friends they screw him over.

the obvious cycle of the burden of the Doodler in the Oak family, Normal and Lark both sitting on the throne. I mean what more can I say. And my personal favorite. The cycle of reaching out and failing. It haunts the Oak family. Hildy reached out to her son as he got lost to the call of power and failed. Barry reached out to try and mold Henry into his shape and failed. Henry tried to reach out to everyone around him and continuously came up short and his sons turned out all the worse for it. Sparrow reaches out to express his overbearing concern with his son and blunders it entirely. Normal reaches out to his friends and the slap his hand away, he reaches out to The Doodler and is steadily falling short of actually helping it in any meaningful way.

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But Uhhh anyway those were some disjointed thoughts that needed to get out of my head after the end of last episode. Not all of them make total sense but thats what happens when you brain dump across two sessions and type things in no particular order. These fucking kids man. These fucking kids.

#I need an outlet for all my thoughts and unfortunately for you all it is right here #so so so normal about this show and the cyclical themes and the generation trauma #i could make 80 more posts about it all #normal oak #the doodler #dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads s2 spoilers #brain dump garbage thoughts

[warwickroyals]

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post is long af, but i have things i have to establish and alyssa's readers need to learn warwick lore if they hope to understand anything i have planned!

ps - can't believe i wrote dialogue for contessina, she's always been my favourite of helena's children

@thegrimalldis

[CONTESSINA, TEXT] Wilhelmina. When your father and I allowed you to move abroad it was under the assumption that you would be responsible and focus on school

[CONTESSINA, TEXT] Spending over 25K in under a month is unacceptable and proves that you're not ready to be living on your own

[MINA] Is she serious?

[CONTESSINA, TEXT] I have tried calling you twice already. Why don't you answer? Your father wants to speak w/ you.

[MINA] She cannot be serious, oh my God!

[MINA, TEXT] Mom relax.  School IS my priority but ppl here have standards. WMU isn't boarding school i cant wear the same ugly clothes every day!

[MINA, TEXT] Im sorry i missed ur call but theres nothing to talk about. Im exactly where i belong. No matter what ppl at home think . . . im living for myself now

~

[TELEVISION] By late 1967, the relationship had been going on for over half a decade.

[TELEVISION] The flame hadn’t died, Louis was still quite obsessed, and it was around that time members of the family—his mother, his grandmother—worried he was considering marriage.

[TELEVISION]   The relationship just wasn’t tenable, especially for the time. I mean, Queen Anne famously told her grandson a royal consort must without exception be wealthy, winsome, and white. The point stuck, Farrah Nassar was none of those things.

[TELEVISION] So, already we’re seeing the standards Prince Louis was held to, with those in mind it

becomes easy to understand why he eventually settled on Irene. Irene was the quintessential royal bride in many, many ways. 

The Wynnes were one of Sunderland’s oldest aristocratic families. Lady Irene’s ancestors had been in North America since the Mayflower and had walked the halls of our most esteemed institutions for generations. Top politicians, military commanders, and socialites. Queen Consort wouldn’t be a daunting title for a Wynne, or so everyone assumed—

[???] MINA, MINA, MINA!

[MINA] I’m coming, I’m coming, Jeez

[ZELLA] It was bad, Mina, so, so bad.

[MINA] You also smell “so, so bad”. Like gasoline and alcohol and . . . death

[MINA] Was it basketball again? Don’t say it was basketball, again.

[ZELLA] No, it was his stupid girlfriend. [IMMITATING TRE] "Naw, Zel, you don't know. She's so good. She runs a charity for pugs with proptosis. Her little brother has cancer. I can't mess this up." All because I told him it was a bad idea to bring her to my birthday party.

[TV SUBTITLES] Her parents and sisters were ecstatic. Irene received a lot of positive encouragement from her mother, Countess Wynne, in particular.

[ZELLA] I told you not to invite him. He’s a total cornball. It wish he would just hurry up and marry her. I’m not trying to play—I don’t even wanna fucking talk about it anymore. Which one is this?

[MINA] Uh, the doc? Women of Warwick it’s about—

[ZELLA] Whatever, just play it, I need a distraction.

[TELEVISION] I think early on Irene realized something was amiss. Farrah would just keep popping up. At family picnics and charity galas. Louis tried to pass her off as a friend, but Irene sensed the intimacy.

Irene was deeply hurt.

[TELEVISION] She would come to her mother in floods of tears saying, “Mommy, I

 can’t do this, Louis is in love with someone else.”  Countess Wynne, romance author, staunch

traditionalist, and . . .  Stepford wife—sorry—told her daughter that Farrah wasn’t a threat, that

 Louis would lose interest in her once marriage and children came along—

[ZELLA] I relate to her so badly. 

[MINA] Irene? Because same, I mean, our families are sorta similar.

[ZELLA] No, Farrah.

[MINA] EW! Don’t ever say that again, I will literally cut you off.

[ZELLA] Why?

[MINA] Because, like, how do you even do that? Like, how do you sleep with a married man with little children and feel literally no remorse? She is definitely going to hell.

[ZELLA] I'm not saying what she did was right, I'm just saying that we never hear her side of the story.

[MINA] Yeah, because she ran away like a coward after everything blew up in her snake face.

[ZELLA] C'mon, I’ve watched too many of these things with you. There are reasons to feel bad for her.

[ZELLA] Farrah was, like, an outsider, right? People always said that she didn’t deserve the things Irene had so, like, people got super fucking angry when the cheating came out. They thought she didn’t deserve that love—Don’t look at me like that, I’m spitting! Why has everyone forgiven Louis for the cheating but not her, then?

[MINA] Why do I get the feeling this is just about stupid Tré and his stupid car and his stupid maybe-girlfriend with the pug obsession? He’s a bum, Zella, forget about him.

[ZELLA] You’re not going to guilt-trip me into relating to Farrah, it’s not that deep.

[MINA] Can I guilt-trip you for going on dates with someone you hate, though?

[ZELLA] At least I’m actually going on dates, Mina.

[MINA] It’s called having standards. Why would I settle when there’s so much bigger and brighter?

[ZELLA] Not this again, Lord.

[MINA] A princess belongs with a prince, that’s the way the world works.

[ZELLA] No, that’s how the Grimalldis’ world works, and everyone else is just living life.

#warwick.story #chapter three #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #ts4 royalty #ts4 monarchy #ch: mina #ch: zella #✨