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the-xolotl · 2 months

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Darling, Can I Be Your Favorite?

Alastor x gn!Reader

ღ Itty bitty snip !

ღ A/N: my fyp was a lot of that one audio “i can be whatever you want me to be” and i felt it really had Alastor vibe.

summary: anyone would find it odd how keen you are on the Radio Demon given his reputation but he’s more intriguing than scary. when admiration turns to infatuation, and your ego gets a little too big makes you make the wrong move.

—• WARNINGS: none? technically, no use of y/n, gn reader, no physical desc of reader, romanticization of unhealthy dynamics, unhealthy infatuation, everything is a red flag 🚩, proof read :D

Part I | Part II

You and Alastor can’t be categorized as friends, not really. Alastor already rarely uses the word to describe, well, anyone besides Miss Rosie as far as you knew. But he did enjoy your company from time to time, you were the most tolerable out of the bunch with the ability to actually make good conversation with the Overlord.

For once Alastor appreciated a reverent admiration rather than straight up fear from an individual. Because you not seeing him in such negative connotations had led to some actually very engaging conversations between the two of you; often about his little hobby of serial killings between his radio shows back when he still roamed the earth. You had shown intelligence, common sense and dignity before him so he deemed you acceptable.

However things began to go a little askew when he started to noticed that admiration had formed into something different. The demon isn’t that oblivious, his aversion to such frivolous things didn’t mean he didn’t know how to spot them or pick them up, especially when they were directed at him.

Even with such vague gentle treatment, it made you feel special that he gave you a different treatment than most. It felt good to be on his good side, that you simply effortlessly got along with him in loose terms, truthfully. Shared interests and his frequent visits to your or his quarters for a late cup of tea or coffee only made your infatuation grow, bordering on obsession. You sought him out more and more.

It started subtly, even you hadn’t noticed. If someone was to ask you to trace back to when you had started to see him differently, started desiring and craving a different kind of closeness to the Radio Demon, you honest to Satan couldn’t say when. It just happened. After the increased amount of time spent talking sometimes late into the night sharing a drink you realized he isn’t as unpleasant as many others think.

That had been the first sign things had begun steadily going downhill. The second one was getting comfortable. Being on the sinner’s good graces came with perks; which were mostly him being more cordial to you than others and small favors. Something akin to friendship. That’s what you told yourself, and pride does come before the fall.

You let the gentlemanly treatment get to your head, reading into signs that weren’t really there, etc. It was beginning to be troubling for Alastor it saddens him to lose another little bit of fun he got while at the hotel. He avoided you after a while seeing him less and less. Disappeared every time you came around almost every time.

Admittedly it was hurtful, made you upset enough to confront him about it. Which brought you exactly where you are now; in his quarters demanding answers he didn’t owe you nor that he wants to entertain. You are basically begging for his attention at this point. A pitiful display if he’s ever seen one. Seeing you so desperate for a silver of his time or affection, affection you’d never obtain no matter how hard you tried either way. He hasn’t been interested in relationships even when he was alive, that certainly didn’t changed after death.

This was going nowhere, but you refused to give up, “I can be whatever you want,” your hands fidgeted at your sides, “Just tell me what you want and I’ll be that for you.” Your voice trembled a bit, you knew you’re hitting a dead end, probably also treading a fine line on his patience with you.

Alastor stalked towards you in his typical cool-calm fashion and snatching your face. His hand enveloping your jaw, squishing your cheeks with clawed fingers, “You foolish little creature,” he said, voice full of condescension.

Your gaze locking with his, with so much helpless hope behind it, “I could be that.” It came out more as a plea than an affirmation, you tried to smile up at him but his nails digging into your cheeks make it hard and a little painful.

“You have nothing I want, my dear,” He said feigning sympathy, “I don’t take low hanging fruit. It brings me no joy, no entertainment to be had from such an easy grab.” He lets go of your face and walks right past you towards the door, opening it. “You may leave now. This conversation is over.”

Despite giving you his polite smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes like other times you’d been around him. Your hands balled into fists. In other words he was calling you easy. That stung more than a bit. “I could give you my soul. You’re into deal making, aren’t you? Let’s make one.” Brave wasn’t a word he’d use to describe you at this moment, more like reckless. Something he disliked even more.

He simply laughed to your face. Laughed with his whole chest, the laugh you’ve heard from him after talking about how pitifully his victims had fallen for his traps and deceptions. Full of ridicule, glee. “Your soul? Oh dear you sure know how to make me laugh,” he said wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye, “No, no. I don’t have a need for neither you, your services nor your soul. I get absolutely nothing from it!”

There’s a tightening in your chest and a stinging feeling around your eyes as you let your gaze fall to the ground. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, blooming on your face a bright red. Ouch. You couldn’t help the anger that began to rise, but you couldn’t even speak. What do you say after that kind of humiliation?

You had idealized a relationship that didn’t exist in your own mind and got humbled with 0 hesitation. “I’d suggest you retired to your own quarters and get some rest, darling. You’re not acting like your usually delightful self,” he said with a big grin, still being sarcastic. Silently you walk out barely murmuring a simple good night. “Good night, sweetheart.”

As soon as you stepped out he shut the door without another word. Leaving you to walk back through the dimly lit hallways back to your own room with silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

You weren’t about to give up just yet, though.

ღ A/N: thanks for reading ! this lil scenario had been playing around my head for a few days and i just needed to get it out there. hope it was still an enjoyable read :))))

⤷ dividers : cafekitsune ✰

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isak-dot-gov · 10 days

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I'm gon' make you feel it

A/n: Uh hey. This is the first time I'm posting on here so I hope you like it. Kinda nervous btw. Also not proofread.

Word count: 2226

Summary: Months after you and Rhea break up, your best friends decide to take you out for a night in the city after not seeing you for a while. while there you run into Rhea and the rest of the Judgement Day.

Warnings: Suggestive(nothing actually done tho)

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“Y/n, come on. We haven’t gone out in so long,” I heard Jasmine say.

“She’s right, y/n/n, you’ve been MIA for so long now. Please come out with us,” Eve says.

Jasmine and Eve have been my best friends since the three of us were in the first grade. We were placed at the same table in the classroom’s seating chart on the first day and we’ve been friends ever since. They have been with me through all my highs, lows, and everything in between. From celebrating birthdays and acing tests to comforting each other through heartbreaks and family troubles, our bond has only grown stronger. We've shared countless sleepovers, road trips, and late-night talks that have made us inseparable.

Tonight they were trying to get me to join them on one of our ‘late night adventures’. Basically what would happen is that we would get ready to go out and hit the city with zero plans or expectations on what we would be doing or what the outcome of the night would be. Sometimes it would be going from one club to the other and sleeping over at one of our houses. Other times it would end with us getting matching tattoos. The most recent one of these nights was about six months ago, a month after I broke up with Rhea. We got tipsy, went to a trampoline park and I ended up getting a brand new set of nipple piercings. To say these nights were some of the most fun I’ve ever had would definitely be an understatement.

“Girls, I don’t think I’m up to it tonight. I’ve been so busy with work lately,” I said with a tired sigh. Ever since Rhea and I broke up, I’ve thrown myself into my work as a way of avoiding the feelings I not only had for our situation but for her as well. Rhea and I broke up seven months ago after a huge argument. She felt that I shouldn’t be having so many female friends and that I could potentially be cheating on her with one of them, which was completely untrue. The reason I had so many female friends was because I was in an all-girls school for my whole primary and highschool, because of this women have always taken up the majority of my social life. Unfortunately for me, Rhea had always been the jealous type and no amount of reassurance that I gave her ever seemed to calm the green monster that tended to take over whenever I hung out with people she didn’t like. Getting to the point where I was willing to let her go was hard, but I was able to do it after Jasmine and Eve showed me exactly how unhealthy we were together.

I was a wreck for a few weeks after the breakup. Rhea would constantly call, so much so that I had to turn my phone off and only have it on during the hours that she spent working because I knew she tended to stay far away from her phone during those hours. I never wanted to leave the house and I barely got any sleep in. Thankfully, my best friends got sick of it quite quickly and made me start coming out of my shell again.

“Girl, that’s exactly why we should be going out tonight,” Eve says.

“Let loose a little. Give us 30 minutes of your time. We promise if you really feel uncomfortable after that time we’ll go to my place and watch a movie or something,” Jasmine says.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” my best friends say in unison.

“Ok ok, I’ll do it,” I say with a smile.

“Yes!”

“Fuck yeah!”

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Two hours later and I’m sitting on a bar stool with my friends on either side of me and my third drink of the night in my hand. We reminisce on our primary and highschool years when four people enter the bar and completely shift the atmosphere in the room. I notice the bartender slightly shift her posture and briefly check herself in the reflective wall that stood behind her, facing those sitting in the bar. After she does so I hear a familiar voice next to me say and my high spirit for the night is immediately crushed.

“Uh can I get two whiskeys on the rocks, a gin and tonic, and a martini?” Damian, Rhea’s friend and fellow Judgement Day member, says next to me. I freeze and shut my eyes tightly, while doing so, I hear Jasmine and Eve fall silent and keep their eyes on me. Once I open my eyes, I notice their eyes on me as they carry sympathy for my current state.

“Oh hey, y/n. I haven’t seen you since…” he trails off and I can hear the cautious tone in his voice as he stops himself from saying anything that would make me uncomfortable. I always preferred Damian over the rest of Rhea’s friends, he always felt the need to make sure I was ok and in moments like these, I really appreciated him for it.

“Hey, Dami. How have you been? What brings you out here?” I saw with a strained smile. I have no idea why I feel this way or why I’m acting this way towards him. He never did anything to me, in fact, all he’s ever done was look out for me.

“I’ve been doing alright. Judgement Day’s going to Wrestlemania, so we decided to go out for drinks as a way of celebrating,” he says with a soft smile. Soon after, the bartender brings the drinks he ordered for him and his friends with a flirty smile and a wink. Uh, ok I guess.

“Anyways, I’ll hopefully see you around. I’ll tell the rest you say hi,” he says.

“Oh you don’t need to…” I start but he walks away before I get to the end of my sentence.

“Well that went better than I thought it would,” Jasmine says obliviously. Eve and I shoot her side-eyes as she gives the two of us a genuine smile, the Essence blush she’s wearing showing on her cheeks a little more due to the lighting in the bar.

“Do you want to leave, y/n. We don’t mind if you do,” Eve says compassionately.

“No no. We were having fun. I don’t want to leave yet,” I say and genuinely mean. I haven’t felt this free in so long and I would be damned if I let Rhea’s presence in this bar ruin that freedom for me.

My friends both give me light nods and we continue with our conversation. As the night continues, one of our favourite songs from our highschool years, ‘No Hands’ by Waka Flocka Flame, starts playing. The three of us immediately get hyped and start making our way to the dance floor to dance. The start of that song marks a streak of throwback songs from the DJ and we continue dancing for a while. As we do so I feel multiple pairs of eyes on me, when I look up I notice Rhea and the rest of her friends watching me. I make eye contact with each of them one by one before my eyes focus on the girl whose whole being makes my heart dizzy. She has an attentive look with a hint of longing in her eyes as she undresses me with them. With the new found confidence in my system brought by the many drinks I've had tonight, I find it in me to wink and decide to give her a show.

‘Feel It’ by Jacquees starts blaring through the speakers and my friends and I huddle up onto each other by our fronts and backs. I’m in front with Jasmine right behind me, her left hand on my left hip and her right hand on Eve’s right hip and Eve’s hands on both of Jasmine’s hips. We start swaying together to the beat of the song and sing along. At the position I’m standing at, I have a clear view of Rhea’s booth on the upper level of the bar. She’s sitting forward with her elbows on her knees and a drink in her hand as she watches me intensely. The chorus of the song starts and I start swaying my hips in circles as Jasmine and Eve take it as a sign to follow my lead. The three of us move in sync as the song continues. I get a little too into the song as a few minutes later I feel Jasmine’s hand remove itself from my hips and two, much larger, hands replace hers on either side of my hands.

“You two wouldn’t mind if I borrowed your friend for the night, would you?”

My girls take a moment to look at me for reassurance in the response they’re going to give and I nod lightly as a sign of telling them I’ll be ok with her.

“Oh sure, Rhea. Take her home in the morning and don’t do any weird shit,” Jasmine says as she turns her attention to Eve.

“Call us if she starts acting up,” Eve says, sending a glare with her blue eyes to Rhea. I nod and feel Rhea pull me by my waist to the exit of the bar. We walk to her car slowly and in silence as the heels I chose to wear tonight start proving to be harder to walk in. Rhea quickly got impatient with my instability and swiftly lifted me up bridal style before making the rest of the walk to her car. She opens the door to her passenger seat and softly places me in the seat before closing the door and climbing in at the driver’s side.

“You’ve never done that before,” I say as she pulls out of her parking spot and makes her way to her house.

She looks at me briefly with confusion and says, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“You’ve never opened the car door for me. That’s a first.”

“Huh. I guess it is,” she says.

As I look around in her car I notice a bright pink hair tie on her wrist. Without thinking I point at it and say, “Where’d you get that? I like it. Might just get one.”

“Sweetness, this is yours. You left it at mine after you know what happened,” she says.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” a moment of silence passes before she says, “How have you been, sweetness. We haven’t spoken in a while.”

Fuck. There’s that Australian accent that I’ve never had the self-control to resist.

“Uh, um, I’ve been good. I mean, as good as a person can be after a break up. You know, I don’t think you should be calling me that,” I say.

“Calling you what, sweetness?” she asks.

“Sweetness. It does things to me.”

She chuckles lightly before she says, “It does things to you? Whatever could you be talking about, my love?”

I tilt my head back into the headrest of the car as I exhale deeply. “Don’t play dumb with me, Rhea. We both know you’re way smarter than that. Don’t act like you have no idea all the things you do to my body by simply being this close to me. This isn’t a good idea and we know it isn’t.”

“But I’ve missed you,” was her only response.

“I know, Rhea. And I’ve missed you too. You know that,” I say.

As she parks in her driveway she turns to me and asks, “Then why did you leave me?”

I turn towards her and respond, “We weren’t good for each other. You know that. I know that. We were only pulling each other down by being together.”

She gives me a tight lipped smile before saying, “What do I need to do? I can be better, I promise I can. I know I wasn’t a good girlfriend in the past. I was a dick. We both know that, and even when you tried to make me feel secure in our relationship I still pushed you away and blamed you for all my insecurities. I just need the chance to prove that to you. I don’t think I can hand any more time away from you, baby. Take me back. Please?”

This is a side of Rhea I’ve never seen before, and I chose to proceed cautiously because of that. She has always had the ability to use her words to get what she wants from people. However, something in the way she was looking at me made me feel like she was being sincere and my heart couldn’t help but fall for her all over again.

“Fuck I missed you,” I say as I capture her lips with mine. The kiss started out softly but turned hard and passionate really quickly. Rhea held onto me extremely tightly as if she was afraid I’d vanish at any moment. Her hands travelled to my waist and squeezed tightly, earning a breathy whimper from my lips.

“Rhea,” I said in a moan as her lips found their way on my neck.

“Mhm, baby? Tell me what you need,” she said.

“Please take me your house and fuck me.”

“That I can definitely do for you, sweetness.”

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aanoia · 1 year

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Dying

Poly!marauders x reader, James Potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader, Sirius Black x reader

Summary; the marauders had known their girlfriend smoked to dissipate the pain from her abusive family. They just didn't know how bad it could, and would get

Words; 1,400+

Warnings; serious TW, mentions of abuse, toxic asf family, drug abuse, weed, alcohol, whiskey, underage drinking and smoking, substance abuse, self harm, cuts, abuse (ish?), depression (not mentioned but apparent), seriously bad mental health

If you are easily triggered I advise you do not read this as it covers very serious topics.

I will be making a part 2 with a happy ending, because they exist and you deserve one, no matter how deep you've dug yourself into a hole.

Pt. 2

If you are struggling with mental health issues and need help call or text 988 to get in touch with the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. If you are struggling with substance abuse and or mental health and need help call 1-800-662-4357 to get on the phone with an employee of SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration. If you are being abused or neglecting by family members or someone else and need help call 800-799-7233 to get on the phone with some from the National Domestic Violence Hotline.

If you need help please reach out. Whether it be to one of the resources above, a trusted adult or friend, or me. I cannot speak for others around you but I can for me and I am here for every single one of you. You can talk to me no matter how small, large, serious, "dumb" ("" bc no problem is actually dumb), no matter what. I will sit and listen to you for hours. Almost everything mentioned in this story are things I have experienced. Abuse. Self harm. Substance abuse (smoking and drinking). And pushing away the people who want to help. I understand and will listen. You matter, and you are loved. It will get better, I promise. You can take my word for it. I love all of you, no matter who you are, and I beg you to reach out of you need someone to help bare the weight the world has given you. I'm here for you, and I'm proud of you for being here today, no matter how hard to was.

You are not alone.

When James, Sirius, and Remus first found out their girlfriend was a borderline stoner, they seemed fine with it for the most part. James was indifferent, believing she wasn’t consuming a dangerous amount. Sirius was impressed and baffled, he spent weeks trying to figure out how she snuck the drug into Hogwarts, which had a strict policy against the use of substances. Every once in a while Sirius even joined Y/n in a smoking session. Remus, however, seemed to be the only one who was slightly worried, he knew all about unhealthy coping mechanisms and how addictive they are, but he chose to trust his girlfriend and left it alone, something he felt very guilty about later on.

Everything changed after the summer before sixth year. The four had kept in frequent touch, mourning over the fact that they couldn’t find a time to get together. Mid August Y/n had stopped responding to letters sent by her boyfriends, which worried them immensely. And when she arrived at platform 9 ¾, looking sickly pale and high out of her mind, they knew something was wrong.

Stubborn as usual, Y/n proclaimed she was fine. Having lied and said that this was her first time doing any illegal substances, which includes alcohol and other drugs, in weeks, and she was just enjoying it. Each of the boys had a pit in their stomach, their girlfriends usually cheerful aura completely gone, seeming to have faded over the summer.

Sirius was the first to notice the problem with your smoking. He took into account the changes in your stash when he would join you every once in a while, the amount you had from one session into another completely decimating your lie about only smoking once or twice a week.

Remus was the one who noticed your drinking problem. He had invited you on a study date with just him, James and Sirius being busy with quidditch practice, and you had showed up late. He didn’t mind, knowing you weren’t the most punctual person, but what he did mind was the strong scent of alcohol you had attempted to cover up with a spell. It hadn’t worked.

Now, poor oblivious James was the one to uncover the self harm scars on his beautiful girlfriend's body. It had been a rare time where you had decided to hang out with the boy, as you had been pulling away from the three at an alarming rate. So, James decided to make the most of it, not knowing the next time this would happen. His way of making the most of it was laying down in bed, bodies pressed up against each other and your chest steadily rose and fell. He had fallen into a light sleep before he was woken up as you adjusted your position, throwing your arm out to the side. He looked at you with a tired smile, grateful for this moment as his gaze traveled up your arm. His smile fell as his heart dropped. When you had stretched your arm out the sleeves of your jumper had ridden up your wrist, revealing the angry red cuts protruding from your skin. James felt tears prick his eyes, not knowing what to do.

Today was a particularly rough day for Y/n. She had received a letter from her parents, informing her that they wish she was never their daughter, and that she would find some creative way to die to rid them of their burden of a disgraceful daughter. It was no exaggeration to say she was out of it. Anyone with any common sense could tell as she stumbled through the Great Hall, smelling greatly of whiskey and weed, and anyone with a good nose (Remus, due to his furry problem, and Sirius, due to his furry gift) could sense the metallic smell of blood coating her skin.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” Remus mumbled, standing up from his spot at the table, James and Sirius looking up quizzically. “I’m over this. We need to talk to her. Now.” He said and the boys nodded, standing up with him and walking to the girl. Sirius gently touched her shoulder, leading her out as she made a face of disgust at his closeness, causing his heart to twang.

She had been so mean lately, and it was slowly shattering the boys’ heart, however, it was affecting Sirius the most. He missed his girl. The one who always cheered him up and provided him bucket loads of support when he was thrown to the curb and disowned.

They carefully led the girl into the boys’ empty dorm, and the three were thankful Peter decided to eat breakfast this morning instead of sleeping in. Y/n sat on the bed, reaching into her cloak and pulling out a shiny silver flask.

Remus scoffed and grabbed the flask from her hands, “Fucking no, Y/n.”

Anger flashed across the girls face, “The fuck is your problem?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

He waved the flask in front of her face angrily, “This shit is! And the weed! And, baby,” His voice softened. “We know you’ve been cutting. Why won’t you let us in?”

She scoffed and stood up, snatching the flask from the boys hand, “Because it’s my fucking mind and you guys have no right to pretend you deserve to know what’s going on in it.” It was Sirius’ turn to scoff and Y/n looked over with raised eyebrows. “What, got a problem, Black?” She asked again.

“Yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem. You’re being a bitch.” He said angrily.

“Excuse you? I’m being a bitch?” She took a step closer. “Says fucking you, Sirius. The only bitch here is you. With your endless manipulation and fucking lies!”

“Okay, you need to calm down.” Remus said before Sirius could speak.

The only sound that could be heard was Y/n’s loud laughter. It lasted a moment before abruptly stopping as she threw the flask down and neared Remus.

She placed her hands on his chest, smoothing down a wrinkle, “You guys are the ones freaking out when I’m.” She pushed him back, his eyes widened. “Fucking.” Push. “Fine.” His back hit the wall and James, who had been silent the entire time finally stepped in between the two, anger covering his features.

“Back off. We have done nothing but love you! We don’t deserve this shit, Y/n. You don’t have to tell us everything but a simple fucking explanation is due! Even if you won’t give us that you have no right, no right, to lay your hands on us, and I will not put up with this bullshit.” He said and it was silent. The boys held their breaths, hoping James’ speech got through to the Y/n as her and James had a staring contest.

Y/n smirked, “Look at you. The little bitch finally comes out of his shell, and spews utter bullshit.” She said flatly, moving to grab her flask and her bag which she had previously set on the bed. She walked to the door and paused, “We’re over, by the way. I’m leaving your sorry asses.” And she walked out.

The moment the door shut James' body shook with silent sobs and Remus wrapped his arms around the boy, resting his head in between his shoulder blades. Sirius joined the hug, squeezing tightly as a few stray tears of his own left his eyes.

The three stood there, hugging each other tightly as they cried in each other's arms. They had no choice now but to watch the girl they loved most slowly kill herself, for a reason unknown to them.

Unbeknownst to them, the girl slid down the backside of the door, hand covering her mouth to silence her sobs. She knew it was getting bad and she knew those boys cared about her and wanted to help and she fucking pushed them away, afraid they would turn out to be like her parents. Cruel and abusive. She regretted leaving the moment the door slammed shut, her mind immediately sobering up as she realized what she had done. She just lost the three most important people in her life, people who loved her, if they still could after her cruel words. In that moment she realized the most terrifying thing. The thing that haunted her nightmares and fueled her addictions. In all her attempts to cut her parents from her life and forget about them. She had become them.

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kichikichiko · 1 year

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Bento box of love

A/N: Hi everyone! I was cooking yesterday and I thought of this idea for 3 characters teehee

I love writing headcanons now istg

Scaramouche, venti and Itto (seperate) x fem!reader

Reader cooks, being his wife (scara), being his gf (Venti and Itto), modern AU, fluff, headcanon, proofread I think 😃

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SCARAMOUCHE ▪︎ the balladeer

(For background you both kept your marriage a secret when at work because he doesn't wanna deal with people yelling and shouting at him all stunned and confused abt him having a wife)

You started bringing him food from home as you found out that he has been consuming an unhealthy amount of convenience store food

You scolded him at first then the next morning he was met with the sweet aroma of chicken katsu and curry layed out in a bento box on the dining table

He thought it was for you and you worked as well

But got confused when he saw you coming out of the kitchen still in pyjamas and not your formal attire

"Who's this for?" He pointed at the bento while looking confused

"For you silly" you replied "I wasn't kidding when I said I'd start making you bentos" you added before disappearing to the kitchen again.

He was stunned and lost for words but he brought the bento anyways

When it was lunch time in his office, his coworkers came up to him and asked if he wanted to buy some food down by the convenience store as they always did

Scara declined the offer and took out the bento you prepared for him

He got looks from his coworkers "holy shit you brought a bento from home??"

"Damn lets see what you got open it open it!"

Out of all the people in the office, he was the last person they'd expect to bring a bento from home

Scara opened it and revealed the neatly arranged chicken katsu curry.

The sweet aroma of curry made his coworkers drool

"Wow Scara this looks amazing! Who made this for you?" "Your mom?" The other asked

Scara smiled slightly while still looking at the bento "my wife"

From then on he demanded* (begged) you to make him more bentos and make them as creative as possible

They make his day at work more bearable <33

VENTI ▪︎ windborne bard

He usually ate out with his fellow singers and barely ate at home unless it was breakfast

Which means he was spending loads of money

Not to mention he liked to drink so it was double the money spent

You yelled at him for spending more money than he needs

One day when he was about to leave to his agency you catched him before he opened the door and gave him a wrapped bento box

Kissing him on the cheek while handing it to him you said "for lunch today, have fun at work! Say hi to the rest for me love"

He didnt mind, both you making him a bento as well as giving him a kiss on the cheek

When lunch time came around he indirectly kept on mentioning how his lovely girlfriend made lunch for him and how much he loves his beautiful girlfriend

"Oh how much I miss my lovely windblume, good think she made me a bento box for me to remember her" he loves u so much if u cant tell

Kazuha as well as Aether just nodded and congratulated him

Xiao was annoyed

And Heizou rolled his eyes

He ate the bento while smiling the whole time

Giggling and blushing as well.

Suddenly he started spending less money on food from outside and started appreciatinf your food more

You were happy he enjoyed your cooking

But more happy tht he isnt spending money on food from outside💀

ITTO ▪︎ hanamizaka heroics

Itto doesnt have money, and he doesn't cook. He usually depends on his gang to bring food for him when they meet up or ask Shinobu, but when they forgot or simply didn't come to the meeting, he was left starving for the whole day

He couldn't ask granny oni as well as she lived far away from the city

And even if she did, he'd feel bad about it

When you started dating him, and found out about how he kept skipping meals you decided to surprise him by whipping up a bento for him

He liked food with meat and lavender melon so you tried your best to incorperate those 2 together

He watched you as you made his bento early in the morning

Peaking from over your head (tall oni) from time to time watching in awe

Practcially gets giddy when youre finally finished and held the bento box like it was the most precious thing on earth

Brags about it to his fellow gang members

"Oh my beautiful gorgeous stunning amazing jaw dropping awesome GIRLFRIEND made me a BENTO BOX for lunch today, she made me a delicious BENTO BOX-" SMACK! Was the sound that came about when Shinobu slapped his head

The gang was hapoy for him though, as they felt guilty when they werent able to feed him

They felt at ease knowing he finally had someone feeding him

That loud ass oni practically ran around the city carrying his bento box yelling chants and praises at you and how much he loves you

When you found out what he did from the rest of the gang you gave him an earful

But flattered that he went to the public to chant his appreciation for his gf <33

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Food you eat with The Lost Boys

Word count: 1.5+ The Lost Boys x fem!reader Warnings: you can't date David and be vegetarian at the same time:( A/n: Why is Marko so cute? I spent the whole night to finish it. I tried to fix the look of Paul's part but it didn't work, so I hope it won't ruit the experience. -DAVID-

It was all about the first impression.

David was sure about it, so he couldn’t let himself invite a woman on a walking date or make her sit and eat in a cheap diner.

That's why David took you to the most expensive place in Santa Carla on your first date and most of the others.

It didn’t matter to him how many stinky rich Santa-Carla's residents and tourists he had to kill to get money to spend on you and your gastronomic dates.

David wanted to treat you like a queen you were.

He wouldn’t mind stealing some cash from Max, but David would never ask him to give him some, the boys always did.

When you insisted on spending the night just chilling on the boardwalk, he often tried to not let you eat fast food and sweets.

He knew how fragile humans’ health and lives were, so he was worried that, remaining human, you could hurt yourself by eating unhealthy meals.

However, he also couldn’t let you starve and just watch how boys eat.

So he just gave up and bought you whatever you wanted, taking a promise from you to eat well and healthy during the day.

When you both spent time in the cave, he always asked Marko to take you from a Chinese take out something pricey with lots of meat and vegetables.

In the restaurant, he ordered for both of you rare steaks with red wine.

Animal blood couldn't compare to human blood, let along yours. Even though he hadn't tried to take a bite out of you yet, he knew that your blood would be a delicious bliss.

He liked when you were eating meat.

David hated stupid fuckers who thought that women should eat less and only salads.

In his eyes, you needed lots of protein to have enough strength to defend yourself during the day when he couldn’t do so.

And you would need lots of blood when you become a vampire to protect your clan from hunters and bear his children.

Watching how you were taking a bite, he imagined that it wasn’t just a meat, but human flesh.

David often couldn't hold back a satisfied grin, fantasizing about how your already vampire fangs ruthlessly dig into a victim's body, biting and tearing tendons.

As for wine, it not only just tasted delicious, but a glass of red wine could be simply replaced with a glass of his blood.

-DWAYNE-

Dwayne went under many names: a silent one, handsome, blood sucking monster, papa, big brother, daddy, hottie.

But you called him lovingly, granny.

You first met Dwayne standing in the line to a food stall.

He and Laddie were standing right behind you. Dwayne was listening to the boy, who couldn’t choose an ice cream flavor.

Suddenly you felt how you were tugged by your shirt from behind.

When you turned around, firstly you met with dark brown eyes and then your eyes fell on the little boy.

“What is your favorite flavor, miss?” - the boy asked.

Since then, every time you met Dwayne on the boardwalk, he bought you that ice cream.

Dwayne was that grandmother who bought everything as soon as you mentioned that the taste was good.

All the fast food and sweets that were on the boardwalk could be yours.

If you told him that something wasn't as tasty as you thought, or that you were tired of some kind of food, he stopped carrying it to you for a while, but then everything went back to normal.

The same story was with Laddie.

You were truly amazed how after such an amount of sugar, his teeth were perfectly fine.

However, you still recommended Dwayne to change the boy's diet.

So soon you started seeing the boy with either with a bag of veggies or tacos and hot dogs.

Still not the perfect choice, but not the worst.

And after you approved Dwayne’s choice, all those were soon included in your diet too.

When you found out that Dwayne couldn’t provide for Laddie more complicated dishes at their home, you suggested your own kitchen.

You found out that Dwayne greatly missed such things as soups and oatmeal.

You enjoyed cooking it with him and Laddie.

It felt so natural, like you had known them for years.

Like you were a happy family.

Dwayne was a hopeless romantic, when you spent your time without Laddie, just two of you, at your place, he always brought a bottle of champagne and a box full of strawberries in chocolate.

If Dwayne wanted to spend some time outside, he organized a picnic on the beach for you.

He took a couple of blankets from the cave: one for you, so you wouldn't freeze, and one to sit.

Even though he knew that you would cook something for your little date, he still went to the supermarket to buy extra sandwiches.

During your picnic dates, Dwayne never missed the opportunity to feed you or lick sauce from your face or petite fingers.

-PAUL-

When you first met Paul, he was able to spend the whole night without eating and drinking anything.

If you tried to offer to order something, he always said that the only thing he was hungry and thirsty for was you.

However, after a while, Paul started appearing on the boardwalk more energetic than usual, if at all possible.

When he grabbed you in his arms, everything became clear – he was high.

If before the only thing he wanted to eat was you, now he was as hungry as a wolf.

Your table was full of fatty and high-calorie food from the boardwalk.

Before Paul, the only time of a day when you could eat cereal was morning, now if Paul visited you in that state, you spent your night in front of TV with the bowls of cereal and freezing milk.

Paul was definitely an ass and thighs guy, so if he stayed at your place and had a clear mind, he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of putting his head on your lap.

You let him do so, he was laying on your lap, while you were watching TV and eating popcorn.

With Paul, you started attending almost all concerts in Santa-Carla, so your bag or backpack was always full of different snacks such as cereal bars and potato chips. And, of course, you had some bottles of water.

Being together with Paul meant spending lots of time with Marko.

The boy was happy to buy something for his buddy’s girlfriend.

It could be cotton candy of different flavors, a bag of candies, your favorite ice cream and slushie.

Paul had a dirty mind, so it was hard to eat fruit ice and banana near him if you didn’t want to become a victim of his stupid jokes.

Paul was also a person with strange preferences in food.

One night, he just took your ice cream and put it in a glass of lemonade to introduce you to a new drink.

You heard from Marko that he even ate cat dry food. You were so curious that you even bought some for yourself to try it at home without eyewitnesses.

When you were sharing with him your school stories, he stopped you and asked if you had ever tasted chalk.

-MARKO-

Marko was biting his thumb, staring at the menu.

Even though vampires could live without human food, for Marko, the ability to see how different cuisines changed from time to time and taste it was definitely one of the pros of immortality.

He often blamed his Italians roots that even after his death he had a thing for a good diner.

Now he was standing in the Chinese restaurant, not knowing what new positions to order to satisfy his taste buds and your brothers'.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed you, also standing and staring at the menu.

“Can I help a sweet thing to make up her mind? Hm?”

Family of a missing guy could probably say “thank you” to both of you, because that day Marko came back to the cave in the wee small hours, thereby leaving their brothers hungry, because of which, when they could not satisfy their hunger with human food, they caught a fool who wandered to the sea and tore up his body.

Marko was sure that it was the love at first sight.

He spent the whole night with you talking about Chinese food and food in general.

Money intended to buy food for him and the boys was spent on buying everything a little bit and showing you the entire menu of his favorite restaurant.

When he understood that you were a foodie too, and you found out that he had Italian roots, you decided to definitely meet again and try everything Italian that Santa-Carla could offer

Marko always had a thing for pastries since he was a child.

Now, being a vampire, he could not afford to enjoy only baked buns in the morning, but he negotiated with the owner of a good bakery to deliver some to you every morning.

You two had lots of dates when he painted graffiti on buildings and billboards of the city, and you enjoyed him, his talent and the night city.

He made sure to bring either something hot to dring or energy drink.

You were his muse, so he often painted you, while you were posing with different fruits, not denying yourself the pleasure of eating them after.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #david tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #david the lost boys #tlb 1987 #marko lost boys #david the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys x reader

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Astrology Testimonials (I)

Hey y'all! I'm doing a new series on my blog where I document my personal testimonials of how I have experienced my particular placements. This way, other people can gain insight on how astrology manifests for the individual and those who share similar placements may compare.

On being Jyeshta Moon

A big theme with Jyeshta is authority and power. Jyeshta often rises to some position of authority over the course of their lives (Naomi Campbell, Donald Trump) and if they don't this theme of power/authority will present itself somehow.

For me, I have always witnessed power being abused! Whether it was in my own home or in work environments, this has repeatedly come up in my life. My father controlled the emotional climate in my home but was cold and emotionally absent. He misused his authority as a parent to control and constrict his home and failed to fulfill the duties of his role (no shade, Dad! Love you!)

When he passed away, I learned about his secrets from my mother and through the events that took place after. Mismanagement of our finances, adultery, and other scandals emerged, which continued this theme in my life. More happenings of my father misusing, abusing his authority. My mother isn't entirely innocent either but I won't shade her here (lol).

I was hungry for money when I came of working age and came in and out of a lot of different fast food positions. I would rise to the position of manager quite easily (another Jyeshta theme) and constantly witness my bosses and fellow managers mishandle or abuse their power. (iykyk, ff industry can be very toxic and abusive)

Because my father passed away at 13 and I learned his secrets between that age and 15, I spent much of my teenage years having this deep awareness that power could be misused. I would see it in institutions, in my teachers, at school, among my peers. In the world...hell, everywhere! Also, as a black person, I am no stranger to systemic oppression--another abuse of power. This too has given me a lens to engage these Jyeshta themes.

Such experiences then manifested as a deep mistrust of authority and by extension, my own authority. I have a difficult time believing people in power and at times have an unhealthy amount of skepticism within my mind. I feel at times I have seen too much. It can make me hopeless and almost corrosive inside. Thankfully, my Pisces sidereal placements (Revati) balance out my cold pragmatism.

All that being said, I am changing. And I am making space for a different framing of power. I am reclaiming my own now as I enter young adulthood (I am 22 years old!). I will always have a bit of a thirst for power. I can't describe it. I just know I'm meant for it. It suits me. And I know that all these insights on how power has been abused has cultivated a deep belief that if power chooses me, I will try to wield it responsibly.

So, I do everything with intention. Everything. I lead with intention. I love with intention. I speak with intention. I pray with intention. I manifest with intention. I do my best to be mindful and aware.

Those who use their power over others do not understand themselves. There is something in their hearts that is wounded and something in their minds that distorts their cognition. Wielding your power to abuse, lie, cheat, manipulate, hide, extort, abandon, indulge, etc. is an indication that healing is necessary. Rehabilitation is necessary. A change is needed--more love, is needed. And if that change is not sought, karma will come. This, I believe.

-jyeshindra

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an unhealthy obsession ;; ellie w. x abby a. x reader ;; pt. 1

and i'll get done for somethin' stupid like disturbance of the peace. | (ghostface au)

NOTES: this is entirely self indulgent tbh ,,, but fuck it !! we ball. future chapters will b linked here <3 reblg if u want to be tagged idk that's it. modern au btw. ellie might be a little ooc? for the sake of the au

TRIGGERS: murder but it happens offscreen + blackmail under the threat of violence n manipulation. there's also smoking wed

You'd be the first to admit your interests tended to ebb on morbid.

Maybe, you muse, it had to do with the source of your upbringing: Jackson. It was a stereotypical small town, where, cliché as it was, everybody knew everybody. The town's history was clean as a goddamn whistle. While places like Seattle— Abby's hometown— were a hotspot for crime due to the sheer amount of people making it slightly harder to get caught unless you were a goddamn idiot, with the close proximity of everyone within Jackson from Dina to Tommy Miller, any crime you could commit would be shut down by the local police force in a month at most.

At least— that was what you thought.

So, you indulged your macabre curiosity elsewhere: you binge watched slashers despite your parents' vehement protests and you researched the violent happenings that often took place outside your sheltered hometown. Hell, you'd even indulged in one of those stupid fucking murder mystery games with some of the allowance you'd managed to spare that wasn't spent on various branded paraphernalia... and the other kind, but nobody needed to know that.

You weren't exactly surprised at how others seemed to be creeped out by you: Friday the 13th wasn't exactly a commonplace interest. Even so, you'd managed to make a few close friends whom you considered enough to get you by.

You jolt as your locker slams shut beside your head, and Abby's cackling is all too familiar.

"Fuckin' dick," you groan, feigning your exasperation— you'd finished putting your stuff away, anyway. "What happened to 'hello'? 'How was your day, Y/N?'"

"Your day's always the same," Abby provides helpfully, and you roll your eyes. "You wake up, come to school, indulge the same 3 people—" Her, Ellie, and Dina— "in the same rotation of conversations until they leave, go home, get violently high, watch whatever weird slasher your fancying that night, and then go to bed."

You blink owlishly. "Got my schedule memorized down pat there, Abs. You been stalking me?" You smirk, playfully, but your brow arches when she falls suspiciously silent. "Uh... alright."

"Anyway, you're having a change of plans," Abby finally says, and your eyes widen as you pipe up to speak. "You'll still get violently high and watch a slasher, don't worry. You'll just be gracing me and Ellie with your company while you do." She finishes, and you fall silent.

'Alright," you mutter. "Do I get to pick the slasher, or are you gonna pick some cornball shit like Chopping Mall?" You huff. Abby begins to answer, but your phone suddenly chimes with a notification from your news app.

Local man found dead from apparent stabbing.

Your mouth falls open slightly as Abby reads the headline over your shoulder. You fail to notice her nervous expression.

"Huh," you mutter, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. "Something interesting finally happened in this town. Neat."

The choice in film, much to your chagrin, was Chopping Mall. Fortunately, you were too far gone to care.

Your head lolled of the side of the bed, your back strewn across Ellie's legs as you barely manage to register the words spewing from her mouth as you take another hit from the blunt she'd rolled.

"I just don't get how you like these," she complains. "I mean, it's the same damn formula every time. Does it not get boring?"

"That's the pointtttt," you groan. "The more formulaic they are, the better. Sure, some newer takes can be good: but sticking to the classics is a good play. Better safe than sorry." You wave off her concerns.

"Well, look at this little flim critic," Ellie teases as she stares at Abby, who's staring blankly at the ceiling. You'd never fail to find her lower tolerance hilarious.

"I mean," you and Ellie wait patiently through Abby's long pause. "They're right. Formulaic can be good. Patterns are more predictable— easier to keep up." She says, and you notice her and Ellie share a look.

"But they can also suck," she hisses. "Because if you're predictable, it makes it easier to connect. Like, in these movies how they're always killing off dumb, blonde bimbos— you can tell they're all copying eachother." She complains. You squint at the both of them, but don't comment on the subject.

"There's no right answer," you shrug. "I just find the middle ground. Sure, it's predictable, and boring. But it's also the safe call to make. People criticize these movies, but they make fuckin' millions. The original ones get better reviews, but they end up falling flat in the box office."

You don't realize Ellie and Abby's argument isn't referring to movies in the slightest.

"You sound way too fuckin' smart for the both of us," Ellie says, and you snort.

"It's because I am," your eyes flash toward Ellie's clock. "Shit. I gotta go. Parents will kill me if I'm not home soon." You shoot upward, trying to adjust to your surroundings. You cannot come home looking high out of your fucking mind. "See you guys later."

You watch as the two of them give you a halfhearted wave, and once you shut the bedroom door, you chalk up the strange shuffling to... something you don't want to know, honestly.

You don't realize it's much worse than you thought.

You surmise the punishment for being late is slightly lesser than the punishment for coming home inebriated, so you take the risk to sober up in a nearby alley between a convenience store and a small restaurant.

The alley is lit up by string lights and decorated with a few benches— perfectly habitable, and it's not what scares you— what does set you on edge is the unchecked darkness of the forest beyond the alley.

You elect to ignore the unease in your stomach, instead taking a hearty swig of the water you'd bought from the convenience store before coming outside. The tension in your shoulders almost releases, then—

You hear a scream.

A bloodcurdling scream.

Every nerve in your body tells you to run the opposite direction of the plea for help, every goddamn slasher you've watched over the years telling you playing the hero always gets you killed, but it's not heroics that lead you toward the source of the noise.

It's that same morbid curiosity that gets you watching slashers in the first place.

The noises grow louder as you draw nearer, and your eyes widen as you stifle a gasp when you see the bloodied body of Nora lying at the feet of two masked killers. You sigh in relief when you realize the treeline obscures you from view, but the noise comes out far too loud.

It hits you just how fucked you are.

You've made a few essential mistakes in the laws of survival so far, but you're not stupid enough not to run: you make a mad dash, but in a sick (and ironic) twist of fate, you trip over your abandoned water bottle and wince as the solid trunk of a tree collides against with your head with a loud thunk.

Through the blurry haze that is your vision, you see the two killers standing right in front of you. You prepare for the worst, when—

"Y/N?"

Oh, shit.

"El?" You hear the panicked rambling of another woman. "Abs? What the FUCK!?"

You almost kick out when Abby covers your mouth with a gloved hand, but know better than to get violent with the woman twice your size with a fucking hunting knife to boot.

"Ellie, El, this is bad." Abby's voice is shaking. "What the Hell do we do, man?"

The forest falls painfully silent.

"Well," Ellie finally begins. "The best course of action? Kill the witness." You whimper, and mentally hit yourself for showing any vulnerability. "But," she continues. "On the other hand, I kind of like this one."

You will Abby to take her hand off your mouth with a pleading look.

"So," you hiss. "What's your plan, here? I don't have all night. Either get this over with and slit my throat or hurry the fuck up."

Ellie grins. "I've always liked that you were a little feisty, Y/N."

"I said," you grit your teeth. "Hurry up."

"Here's the deal, darling," Ellie tilts your chin up with the hilt of the knife. You look away. "You help us out. And we don't kill you." She wrenches your head forward, just enough to look her in the eyes. "You say no, or you rat us out," she mutters, lowly. "And we slit your throat. Deal?"

It hits you there's not a lot of options on the table. You glance over at Abby, clearly the more emotionally charged of the two, and wonder if you can bargain with her. But, you decide, she's probably just as crazy as Ellie or too scared to say no if her going along with this in the first place was any indication.

And, a darker part of you whispers, you wonder how it must feel, if they're willing to do such heinous things.

Finally, you assent with a shaky nod.

"Alright," you wrench your gaze away again.

"I'll help you."

WC: 1.5K

#and i sure as hell ain't your dad ;; the last of us #get out here you fucking coward ;; ellie williams #i wish somebody loved me enough to make me a stocking ;; abby anderson #the last of us #ellie williams #abby anderson #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie williams x abby anderson x reader #tlou x reader #ghostface au #x reader

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marvelrarepairbingo · 11 months

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Another hot summer month is coming to a close. How's everyone doing out there? Keeping cool? Keeping hot? Looking for some lovely new fanfics to keep you company and give you a reason to fan yourself while reading them? Well, you're in luck. Here's our July Round-Up full of brilliant fics to boost your imagination and give you a reason to stay out of the horrific heat. All of our creators in our Round 2 have been busy over the last month, and here's what we have to show for it! Check out the list and see what whets your whistle. Also, if you're interested in joining in, check out our Bingo https://marvelrarepairbingo.tumblr.com/ where you can always still sign up, and while you're at it, jump into our Discord Server https://discord.gg/TVTTrYzvrU For more of this month's offerings, check out the links under the cut!

Title: You Can Have My Words Author: Writerpete Card #: MRP-016 Square Filled: G2: Peter/Gwen Pairing: Peter/Gwen Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, trans character Summary: Peter has an amazing girlfriend, the best person he could ever ask for as a partner. If only he could get over his awkwardness and distressing emotions about sex. Word Count: 3641 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48456676

Title: When You Touch Me Like That Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: I3: Psychic Pairing: Loki/Sif Rating: Mature Warnings: Post-Coital Cuddling, Magic, Come Inflation, Female Loki, Shapeshifter Loki Summary: Sif and Loki have a quiet talk after trying out something new in bed. Word Count: 742 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48923695

Title: The Silver Line Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: N1: Courtship rituals Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Warnings: Fandom Fusions, Co-workers, Post-Break Up, Reunions, War Veteran Bucky Summary: Training with Camille, Bucky and her notice that the new guy coming to work for the agency is the one who witnessed Sharon breaking up with him during their double date. Word Count: 2606 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48923926

Title: Peg to Differ Author: Blizzard_Fire Card: MRP-032 Square Filled: N5: Embracing Imperfection Pairing: Bruce Banner/Valkyrie Rating: Explicit Warnings: Pegging, Post-Thor: Ragnarok, Valkyrie & Hulk friendship, Revengers family feels Summary: After weeks aboard the Statesman, Valkyrie learns a few things about Bruce: he drinks coffee in the mornings, he enjoys walking through the corridors at night... and he seems to enjoy being pushed against walls. Perhaps they can find some common ground here. Word Count: 4027 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48478012 Title: Fading Friendship Lines Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card #: MRP-034 Square Filled: N5 - Detective AU Rated: E Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov Warnings/Tags: Porn with plot, mentioned previous relationships, mystery Summary: Months and months after their significant others have gone missing, Natasha and Wanda have spent more time together than ever. Something that has pushed them even closer to one another in a way they hadn’t planned for, but it isn’t all that surprising. The absence of the only other people in their lives they cared about so deeply, finally pushing them over their long established boundaries of friendship into the comfort of each other. Word Count: 2,907 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48775843

Title: Modir Knows Best Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card #: MRP-034 Square Filled: Kissing & Being Watched (chapter 2 & 3) Card (choice) #: SFW 3 & NSFW 1 Pairing: Bruce Banner/Thor/Brunnhilde | Valkyrie Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Status: COMPLETE Summary: Getting into a relationship with Thor and Brunnhilde, Bruce expected a lot of things. Roughness. Tenderness. An unhealthy amount of ale where he would be tucking them both into bed at least once a week where they make him feel good with sweet words and touches inbetween. What he didn't expect though was for his partners to be a little freakier in the bedroom than he is used to. Namely because he ends up calling his girlfriend Modir and his boyfriend his brodir. Word Count: I forgot to post chapter 2 in here so idk chapter 3 is like 2400 though Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46880272?view_full_work=true

Title: Bitch Bottom Up Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card Number: MRP - 034 Square Filled: NSFW 2 - Biting/Sucking Ship/Main Pairing: Tony Stark/Clint Barton Rating: E Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: SHIELD agent Clint Barton allows his mission as an undercover bodyguard to go to an unexpected level. One that involves a genuine relationship with Tony Stark that turns out to be a little kinky. Kinky enough that he gets his little boy to trust him completely despite his professional status he’s working behind the scenes on the side to ditch. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48580108

Title: Abstract Princess Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card Number: MRP - 034 Square Filled: SFW 3 - Snuggling Ship/Main Pairing: Loki/Clint Barton Rating: E Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Unbeknown to the Avengers, Clint has taken up an interesting relationship with the God of Mischief. One that somehow went from heated hate sex, to his little Princess calling his Daddy every night in his apartment. How they are going to handle things next is beyond him, but it’s perfect when all he has to do is make sure his baby is getting what he needs. Something that turns out to be an absurd amount of love he wants to pretend he hasn’t developed. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48609055

Title: Temptation of Sweetness Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose Card Number: MRP - 034 Square Filled: NSFW 1 - Make Up Sex Ship/Main Pairing: Thor/Bruce Banner Rating: E Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Bruce considers himself a good Daddy, but he sets certain rules into place for a reason. Sure people aren’t good at following them, however in his life his little boy should and he knows he can. Thor just doesn’t always think first. Meanwhile he overthinks everything, wondering just how far gone he is on the blond when he submits to him so easily by doing what he’s told to make it up to him. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48613567

Title: Sad Family Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: I1: Meteor/Shooting Star Pairing: Morgan H. Stark/Nathaniel Pietro Barton Rating: Gen Warnings: Canon Compliant Post Avengers Endgame, Mentioned Canon MCD Summary: 5 years later [after chapter 1] there is a special night of the shooting stars again Word Count: 993 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42356538/chapters/122188060 Title: Comfort Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: O1: Soothing/Healing touch Pairing: Clint Barton & James "Bucky" Barnes Rating: Gen Warnings: N/A Summary: Clint is feeling down and no one is home, so Bucky comforts him. Word Count: 1551 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48508384

Title: Sunrise Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: G5: Image Prompt: a Patch of Grass in a roof garden overlooking a big city and the sea Pairing: Clint Barton & Matt Murdock Rating: Gen Warnings: Internalised Ableism Summary: Hawkeye and Daredevil watch the sunset and talk about vigilantism and disabilities. Word Count: 1465 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48608551

Title: Firsts Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: I5: I need you Pairing: Clint Barton / Matt Murdock Rating: Explicit Warnings: Porn with Plot, Trans Clint Barton, Dom/Sub Undertones, Vaginal fingering Summary: A Few months into their relationship, Clint and Matt meet in the bar again. This time, they get tipsy and explore the sexual part of their relationship for the first time. Word Count: 3852 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48748036

Title: I recognize myself in you Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: N2: Found Family Pairing: Clint Barton & Bucky Barnes Rating: Mature Warnings: Eating Disorder, Brainwashing, Trans Clint, Angst Summary: Clint Barton is not in a good place after Loki controlled him. And when Bucky moves into the tower that doesn't make it any easier. Until it does. Or: Clint and Bucky went through two entirely different kinds of Brainwashing, but they have more in common than they first think. Word Count: 5018 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48955282

Title: To Be A Dancing Monkey Author: Jimothy Card #: MRP-041 Square Filled: O4: Massage Pairing: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve learns that taking on the role of Captain America comes with some changes Word Count: 3721 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/722333771356061696/to-be-a-dancing-monkey

Title: Star Spangled Nightmare Author: Jimothy Card #: MRP-041 Square Filled: I4: Love Letters Pairing: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: Teen Warnings: N/A Summary: The One Where Peggy Has Beef With Superheros But Then Meets Steve Rogers and Wants To Hate Him But Can’t. Word Count: 3895 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/723866918395740160/the-star-spangled-nightmare-chapter-one-a-man-of?source=share

Title: Teddy's Party Trick Author: Jimothy Card #: MRP-041 Square Filled: O2: Anniversary Vacation Pairing: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Warnings: N/A Summary: Teddy Carter-Rogers is very much like his parents. He’s cunning, smart, and cute as a button. He’s taken after them in more ways than one, including superpowers. With both parents having the serum, they had no idea what chaos that they had released on the world. Word Count: 1221 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/724027046513229824/teddys-party-trick

Title: basic human interaction Author/Artist: nolanfa Card #: MRP-045r Square Filled: N4: Service Animal Pairing: Eddie Brock & Anne Weying Rating: Teen Warnings: passing mention of violence Summary: Eddie apologizes to Anne because Venom told him to. Word Count: 2 comics pages Link: https://www.tumblr.com/nolanfa/723187057094279168/a-scene-in-the-venom-movie-i-found-hilarious-anne title: The Olde Victorian Hotel, Brooklyn, New York, Chapter 7: Darcy Lewis and Aunt Elvira’s Big Secret link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31231268/chapters/123332026 square filled: • 2023 Marvel Rare Pair Bingo square filled: G1 stumbling on forbidden knowledge in a creepy library author: ChrissiHR fandom: MCU pairing: Darcy/Bucky/Steve, Jane/Clint/Natasha rating: M tags/warnings: haunted hotel, thirst trap, A/B/O-Omegaverse chapter summary: Upstairs, Natasha wound her way through a maze of unexpected hallways and small, interior offices until she found the door Jacinda described: solid oak, painted black unlike the whitewashed walls and doors to every other office on this floor, with a stained glass window panel in the upper half of the door featuring a web design with a spider in the lower right corner. The office was dark, cluttered at first glance with mementos from Elvira’s Vegas career and early showgirl days in Atlantic City and the Catskills, but there were also VHS tapes labeled with the name of an old public access show. She noticed them later in perusing the shelves of Elvira’s dusty old office and cluttered personal library. Natasha vaguely recalled a note in the briefing packet she’d requested once on Darcy’s aunt that the woman had been one of the eighties’ most popular scream queens, starring in a welter of fun, off-beat, and kitschy horror flicks, and hosting a public access horror program called Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.

title: No Secrets In The Cul-de-sac: A Cheerfully Slutty Neighborhood AU, Chapter 2 squares filled: Rare Pair Bingo 2023 square filled: N4 gothic mansion author: ChrissiHR fandom: MCU/Marvel on Disney+ pairing: Darcy/Bucky/Clint + side pairings rating: E tags/warnings: smut, PWP, thirsty!Darcy, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism summary: Jane starts calling Darcy’s neighborhood the gayborhood (which she’s not wrong about—there is a disproportionately high population of queer and bi folk hereabouts, Darcy included). Everyone is always up in everyone else’s business; weekend block party brunch is practically sacred; they’ve got the most fun team in the county kickball league; and everyone is hot like fire and into each other. It’s never boring, having this many cheerfully slutty people in close proximity, and, occasionally, it gets very dramatic, too. link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40890282/chapters/123202627

squares filled: Rare Pair Bingo 2023 square filled: N4 gothic mansion author: ChrissiHR fandom: MCU/Marvel on Disney+ pairing: Darcy/Bucky/Clint + side pairings rating: E tags/warnings: smut, PWP, thirsty!Darcy, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism summary: Jane starts calling Darcy’s neighborhood the gayborhood (which she’s not wrong about—there is a disproportionately high population of queer and bi folk hereabouts, Darcy included). Everyone is always up in everyone else’s business; weekend block party brunch is practically sacred; they’ve got the most fun team in the county kickball league; and everyone is hot like fire and into each other. It’s never boring, having this many cheerfully slutty people in close proximity, and, occasionally, it gets very dramatic, too. link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40890282/chapters/123202627

Title: Stucky Kitten Interview, #1 Trending Author: Every-Marveler-Ever Card #: MRP-056 Square Filled: N5: Strange or Dark Matter Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Teen Warnings: Sexual innuendos, A lot of flirting, Writer’s attempt at a healthy relationship Summary: Stucky is the internet's favourite couple with many compilations surrounding them, in battle, on the red carpet, doing press conferences, and even famous BuzzFeed interviews. Word Count: 1028 Link: https://every-marveler-ever.tumblr.com/post/716570260067713024/stucky-kitten-interview-1-trending Title: Fairness of Lego Distribution Author: Every-Marveler-Ever Card #: MRP-056 Square Filled: B3: Crime/Mob AU Pairing: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers Rating: Teen Warnings: Mob Boss AU, Tony Stark can be mean, Sam Wilson doesn't care, Peter Parker is adorable, "LANGUAGE!" Summary: Nobody knows why there is a shipment coming from Washington DC or what it includes. They just know Tony didn’t make it, and Tony doesn’t love when people do things without telling him. Word Count: 989 Link:https://every-marveler-ever.tumblr.com/post/721981363903971328/fairness-of-lego-distribution

Title: Thai, Koalas and Aurora Borealis Author: Every-Marveler-Ever Card #: MRP-056 Square Filled: B2: Iceland, Northern Lights Pairing: Sam Wilson/Tony Stark Rating: Gen Warnings: Lots of laughter, Endless questioning Summary: Peter has many questions for such a little guy so Sam humours him with a late-night snack, though some people might not refer to reheated Thai food as a snack. Word Count: 1178 Link: https://every-marveler-ever.tumblr.com/post/718795338993008640/thai-koalas-and-aurora-borealis

Title: Dangling Our Legs Author: Every-Marveler-Ever Card #: MRP-056 Square Filled: O1: Making Someone Smile Pairing: Harley Keener/Peter Parker Rating: Teen Warnings: Innuendo's, Harley Keener is Harley Stark, Tony Stark is Harley Keener's Dad, Hanging on the side of a roof Summary: They are both smiling, happy to just be and sit. “You would soak up the sun like a cat, and you could watch me surf down at the beach while you try to focus on the book you’re reading,” Harley tells Peter, coming up with all the reasons Peter would love Malibu. If they weren’t sitting on the edge of a building Peter would have hit Harley for the surfing comment, but they are and so he doesn’t. Word Count: 768 Link: https://every-marveler-ever.tumblr.com/post/722437767310802944/dangling-our-legs

Title: Soaking Wet (Chapter 1) Collaborator(s): Muffin aka MuffinEngineer86 Darcy Lewis Bingo Headquarters Weekly Challenge Week of July 16, 2023 Prompt: Water Week 2 Darcy Lewis Bingo 2023 Card No. / Name on Card: Muffin Square: D1 - Roommates# Loki Bingo 2023 Card No. / Name on Card: Muffin Square: D1 - Roommates Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 2 Card No. / Name on Card: MRP-058 / Muffin Square: G2 - Pick-up lines Rating: Explicit Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis/Loki Word Count: 948 Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, erotica, PWP Summary: Loki’s eyebrows pinched together. He had trouble processing what he just heard. How could a woman be too wet during sex? He knew he should not eavesdrop, but it concerned Doctor Lewis. She made him feel like he was five hundred again, an awkward adolescent discovering amorous desires. He wished to bury his face in her beauteous bosom. Warnings/Triggers/ Major Tags: porn, unprotected sex, squirting, wet sex Additional Tags: Loki is a good guy, arousal, bad pick-up lines, bad (ex) boyfriend Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48809404/chapters/123127993

Title: Margarita Monday on a Thursday Part 2 (Her Red Lips - Chapter 4) Collaborator(s): Muffin aka MuffinEngineer86 Darcy Lewis Bingo Headquarters Weekly Challenge Week of July 16, 2023 Prompt: Athletic Week Darcy Lewis Bingo 2023 Card No. / Name on Card: Muffin Square: C4 - Home Cooking Marvel Rare Pair Bingo Round 2 Card No. / Name on Card: MRP-058 / Muffin Square: N4 - Survival Sex Rating: Mature Pairing / Ship(s): Darcy Lewis & Yelena Belova, Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Word Count: 1830 Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, erotica, PWP Summary: Darcy spilled the beans to Yelena. The Russian now tried to summarize everything and make sense of it. Darcy wasn’t forthcoming with the missing details, but that wasn’t what had Yelena upset. No, it was the pitiful content of Darcy’s pantry. Warnings/Triggers/ Major Tags: drinking, talking about big breasts, talking about stealing, mention of men’s opinion about big breasts, curse words Additional Tags: Yelena likes to cook, Darcy not so much, sports bras Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47653312/chapters/123582538

Title: A Spinster for a Duke; A Merchant for a Soldier Author: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card #: MRP- 067 Square Filled: G4: love languages: saying I love you in unsual ways Pairing: Jane Foster/Darcy Lewis; Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Rating: Teen Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake relationship not between main pairings; AU - No Powers, AU - Regency Summary: To mutually protect themselves from the laws of the time, spinsters Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis agree to marry Tony Stark and James Barnes, respectively. The newly married Duke and Duchess of Hastings head to Hastings with their newly-eloped "best friends", away from the prying eyes of town and society. Word Count: 3352 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48634849

Title: Happy Birthday Steve Author: Mizz Card #: MRP-068 Square Filled: N3 - Free Space Pairing: SamSteve Rating: G Warnings: Ghost Sex, Making/Grinding out While Drunk (Later Chapters) Summary: Sam and Steve celebrating Steve's Birthday Word Count: N/A Link: https://www.tumblr.com/badartmada/721972257947369472/title-happy-birthday-steve-square-ac1057?source=share

Title: Inspiration: The Muse Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: B1: Building/Creating Something, Spring Fling NSFW #2, Sex in the Shower/Tub Pairing: Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Light Bondage, Blindfolds, tied-up Scott Summers, Sexual Content, Rope Bondage, Sub Scott Summers, Artist Steve Rogers, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Past Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Age Difference, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secret Crush, Awkward Crush Summary: Scott Summers was tired of being the guy on the outside always a step behind in earning the respect of the team, but after his latest attempt at winning Jean's heart is once again thwarted by Warren, Scott decides to make his own way in the world. Looking to earn some extra cash on the side Scott decides to pose for an art class as a nude model at a community college where his night only gets bombarded by the arrival of his long time secret crush Steve Rogers, who is enrolled in the class as well. Fearing he'll be exposed in more ways than one after the class is over, Scott finds himself in a surprising moment where Steve offers him a proposal far too delicious refuse. Word Count: 12349 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48674320

Title: Tangled Up In You Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: Spring Fling NSFW #2, Sexual/Sexuality Awakening Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Minor Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Praise Kink, Hurt Scott Summers, Scott Summers Needs A Hug, Bisexual Scott Summers, Drowning, 5+1 Things, 5 Times, Post-X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014), Protective Logan (X-Men), Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred Summary: Scott's erotic dreams lead him on a journey in his own sexual awakening as his hidden feelings for Logan grow each time he dreams of him. Through the joys and the sorrows Scott experiences, he relives the memory of the five times dreaming of Logan changed his world. While Logan finds himself thinking about the dream of Scott that changed his. Word Count: 9375 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48411607

Title: Dark Obsession Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: Spring Fling: Rough Sex Pairing: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Clubbing, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Light Choking, Rope Bondage, Light Dom/sub, BDSM, Wax Play, Sex Toys, Restraints, Swearing, Switching, Biting, Ice Play, Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark Friendship Summary: On the anniversary of his parents' deaths Tony finds himself looking for a distraction after Steve stands Tony up on their night clubbing. Undeterred in his quest to find a new distraction Tony works his way into a steamy new club in town where he finds himself drawn in by a sexy stranger who turns Tony's world around in unimaginable ways. Word Count: 17988 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48772465

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dipolardruid · 1 year

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OH MY GODDD I LOVE PETRA SOO MUCHH💗 ALSO THANKS FOR DOING MY REQUESTS MAN! Anddddd if the inbox isn’t too full or if you aren’t too busy I came up with another request! SO yk the request you got a while back of reader who’s only friends with Tina right? And how she will practically force reader to spend time/talk to everyone else. How will she and everyone else react to reader being clingy to someone else that isn’t Tina? Like reader spent time with everyone else and now reader prefers to be with Petra, or Paul, or Jake. And sorta just clings to one of them. Maybe even prefers to be with one of them than Tina. You can either make hcs or a oneshot of this whichever you find easier! Separate reactions or not ^^

-🌊

also take that other anons I’m the fav anon 😎

TW: Unhealthy relationships,yandere, slight mention of possible kidnapping.

"Come on please just for tonight! You knew me first anyways!" Tina says in a pleading tone after your rejection "Petra agreed to be there a little later after us." At this you tense up a little bit sighing "Ok ok I'll go." Tina smiles at this giving a small yay.

It wouldn't be long after the conversation that she would practically drag you out into her car, During the 20 minute drive she talked a lot only really allowing you to put in a few words if even that but what'd really catch your attention would be about her buisness "A simple threat about blacklisting him from my company and some warning to other companies about him which would affect any career and future in his field did the trick." You stare at her in shock, something she realizes "what?" She says in curious tone.

"Isn't that illegal?" Tina attempts to hold a smirk but fails to do so "Not if it's proven to be true information." She says without an ounce of shame "but you said he didn't do anything." Tina gives you a side glance before responding "pay some editors, some witnesses and some victims and that is all it would take utterly destroy the man from buisness to personal relationships." At this you seem to become uneasy.

Tina realizes your change in tone and immediately gives her usual and bright smile "Anyways enough of that let's talk about this special getaway!"

As you look towards the entrance once again you hear a small clank and a annoyed sigh causing you to look back at Tina who seems to be giving you a sharp stare before quickly putting on her bubbly appearance once she processes that you were staring back at her.

"Sorry it was more directed at Petra she is very rarely late so I'm just a little confused as to why she hasn't atleast called." Tina looking slightly dejected.

Seeing this you take out your brand new phone that Tina gifted you just a week ago after finding out the phone you had was quite old "I'll call her you never know if something could've happened." Before you could even start typing in your passcode Tina quickly grabs your hand covering your phone screen with the palm of her hand "No" Her tone catches you off guard due to the amount of force she had said it with.

You look around to see the table closest to you staring but quickly look away once they make eye contact with you "Oh I'm so sorry! I meant no she is probably very busy if something had happened I would've been the very first to find out you know this!" She says a little nervous at this point.

Your hands begin to grip and twirl around eachother as you begin to feel more uneasy as Tina's mood seems to go back and forth much worse today compared to previous days.

"I'm really sorry I really truly am, I don't want you to be uncomfortable I just...." Tina seems to stay quiet at this almost as if thinking but just lowers her head "I just wanted a day for ourselves....Petra doesn't even know we are even here...I'm reall-" Tina's eyes begin to water as she cuts her sentence off before completely giving in and letting out a soft sob drawing attention to your table.

You look around seeing those who are aware of the situation looking at you either in confusion or with a stink eye at the situation "Hey hey, it's alright don't cry." After some time of you comforting her she finally stops crying.

"I just really wanted to spend time with you, I see you make time for the others all the time even more for petra and it's as if you've forgotten about me when before you and I would spend time together all day everyday." She quickly continues before you can start talking "I'm glad you all are getting along, I was afraid you wouldn't have any interest in them and ignore them but now I can't help but feel as if you'd prefer me gone and I hate that, I don't want you to leave me or for any of the others to leave I hate it so much."

Hearing this you go to deny what she's saying only to realize it's true, ever since the others started spending more time with you, you seemed to slowly drift away from Tina to the point that even when you do spend time with her you'd be talking about the others or keeping an eye on your phone waiting for any calls or messages from them even with Tina right in front you.

Sighing you scratch your index finger against the table "I didn't know you were thinking this, I'm sorry... I got so caught up with the others I didn't think about how you were feeling, I promise to spend more time with you."

At this Tina quickly looks back at you with a smile "Really!? " she says in excitement keeping her tone low as to not draw anymore attention then she already has upon nodding your head she immediately brightens up seeming to pounce slightly from happiness.

After that day Tina was in much higher moods compared to before when she seemed to only go through the motions even the others seemed pleasantly surprised at her sudden change, the only one who seemed to be the same being Jake but you do catch him giving you a gentle smile once in a while before looking away.

One thing that seemed to intensify though is her clinginess before when you could at least get a small moments peace is now non existent even in the restroom where she'll go with you, she now is the one to drive you home, that's if you're lucky since 90% of the time she takes you to her home despite promising to take you to your home.

Just be careful not to fall back into old habits it will not end well she will use many methods even locking you up in her room while also letting the others in on what's happening, Petra might be the only one to really show hesitation at the plan but will go along with it once she sees you aren't treated badly.

This is avoidable as long as you agree to pretty much give away all freedoms and anatomy with the illusion that you still have your freedom after all she is letting you go out and talk to your friends and family, allowing you to attend school, and most of all allowing everything in your life to continue on smoothly so you shouldn't have an issue with sacrificing a few of your freedoms for that right?

She could always take it all away without a second thought and have you completely isolated as to where the only contact you'll ever have is them so it'd be in your best interest to just go along with it whether you like it or not.

Request are open!

#yandere #yandere oc #my oc character #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #female yandere x reader #female yandere #yandere female oc #yandere female #yandere male oc #male yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male #male yandere #yandere mutants #tina

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What position do you think is Alfred’s favorite??? I know he’d love missionary, but the whore in me loves the idea of him spooning his lover and fucking them from behind 🤭

I’m glad you asked because I’ve actually thought about this an unhealthy amount I stg!

I think Alfred has a few favorites!

Definitely missionary cause it’s a classic and he really loves getting to see your face and have access to so much of you from the front that way, he can see you but also really feel you underneath him and that drives him crazy

A variation to that he also loves is when it starts out in missionary but very quickly turns into your legs over his shoulders or with him pushing your knees back and holding them there while he fucks you, it’s a treat watching you squirm and perfect for some very intense eye contact

He also likes the legs over his shoulders thing because he can feel it when your legs start to tremble after a certain point and he likes that, knowing you’re so close, being able to make you shake like that

The whore in me also likes to think he has a good appreciation for doggystyle yes indeed! I scream!

As much as Alfred loves making you fall apart front facing, there’s something about seeing you bent over or on all fours and especially when you’re face down ass up that does it for him

It’s just the fact that it feels so filthy and yes he’s a gentleman but there’s times where he just wants a dirty fuck especially if you spent time working him up all day

And when he’s in that “dirty and almost rough sex” mood but also wants to lean into his more passionate side, it’s the mating press position he loves, you on your tummy and with his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapped around you, grinding into you deep

When it’s more of the “sleepy, cuddling and making out that turns into pulling your clothes off” mood he likes the spooning position yess! Really soft and intimate!

With any of these there’s always a guarantee that he’s gonna make you feel incredible, he likes seeing you pulling at his sheets and gripping his shoulders and shaking and begging for more in his bed, your pleasure is everything to him

Also you knowww he takes note of which positions make you cum the hardest and that’s just facts

#the batman!alfred pennyworth #alfred pennyworth smut #alfred pennyworth x reader #alfred pennyworth x you #alfred pennyworth headcanons

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cringefaecompilation · 7 months

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reply dump!

hey, same here! been lurking since 2021 and made a blog just to have an archive of pretty art and share opinions.

and totally agreed with all of this. though i have seen, again, a lot of people that like c2 and c3 really dislike c1 but tend to be more... i guess placid about their c1 hate? i did see the term "shilling" get thrown around a lot when they went to whitestone to save laudna or when vax showed up to... become an orb, but people were comparatively civil about disliking the amount of c1 characters in c3 because they felt it turned bell's hells into NPCs in their own story to prop up how awesome vox machina was/is. and that's a totally valid crit, even if i don't fully agree with it!

for a bit of a tangent, c1 imo is very hard to get into due to orion acaba's presence harshing the vibes, far lower sound mixing quality, matt letting the cast walk all over him for a good 20 episodes, and said cast not taking the game seriously for the exact same amount of time until it hit its stride in episode 30. i still think its worth watching all the way through (gtfo "watch after ep 24" crowd) but it makes sense that people are more willing to be critical of it over c2 which did tighten everything up and was easily bingeable during the 2019/2020 pandemic.

many have come to dislike c2 just because people refuse to shut up about it. and not just from this ask, but i've come to find there's a lot of talk about "curating your fandom space" with c2 and its fans, even from people that like it. which i think can be explained with this following ask:

oh, i have heard horror stories about the awful, awful dramas that ensued. just read the youtube comments on any episode pre-pandemic. the fact that liam o’brien spent the entire intro of an episode of talks machina telling the fandom to shut up and stop being so cruel to marisha while she awkwardly chuckled says it all. and the constant whitewashing of veth and beau (some of it was INTENTIONAL) and shipping drama was even worse. looking back on all of that and then watching c2 fans insist how perfect c2's characters and story was with all that in the rearview is... certainly something.

but again, there is a marked lack of people saying things to the extent of "campaign 2 bad and the mighty nein are toxic and unhealthy, campaign 3 good and bell's hells are perfect found family" unlike the inverse which i see constantly. and there's nobody making passive-aggressive posts full of backhanded compliments about how much the mn suck but they still "like" them or talking about how imogen is such a better character than fjord or how orym is so much more developed than caduceus or whatever.

and i'm not saying i WANT that, dear god no. that'd be unbearable. but like i said in my previous posts on the matter, it's really hypocritical that c2 fans are so vitriolic and nasty towards this campaign when c1 fans were just as nasty about them. and some still are, i saw c1 fans that only came back into the fandom for the tlovm cartoon that talked about how obnoxious they think c2 is.

i'm just hoping that when campaign 4 rolls around and travis' next character does something morally grey that we learn from this, and we don't get people insisting that they never spewed hate over FCG as they compare their characters.

#🍃#critical role #critrole #btw every single ask i've gotten on this topic has been anonymous. i get it. i completely get it

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ikwhatyouaremikewheeler · 2 years

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Prom Queen: Mike Wheeler centric

Note: this is not a song fic no, but I couldn't think of another title, also, Thai is extremely triggering and I will be tagging and using a tw accordingly for the story, also this is not a B*ler( censoring so it's not in the tag) story, so i will not be tagging it as one. And I am not romanticizing An0rex1@ at all, as someone who struggles with it, I'd like to clarify that beforehand.

Tw: Eating disorders, unhealthy relationships with food, basically a vent put into a character, over all just don't read if you struggle with eating disorders or anything like that.

Mike pushed his food around on the plate, the fork scraping across the plate, just barely making a screech. Today hadn't been a good day, from the time he had woken up he knew the day would be terrible, and it was. His clothes hadn't fit the way he wanted today, and they made him look bigger. Like he had gained weight, which just wasn't acceptable, especially not after he had spent so long, picking out the clothes to make him look as small as possible, fragile even.

But of course it didn't work, not to mention his hair wasn't sitting right, so it framed his face in the wrong way, making his cheeks look more round, even if they were sunken in. But the most important thing he noticed, is that he couldn't see his ribs today, when they usually stuck out; making Mike feel like he had accomplished something.

But of course he hadn't, there was still a voice in the back of his head, pushing, urging him to continue what he was doing, no matter how sickly he looked in the mirror, it wasn't real. He was still that same little boy with the baby face, the pieces of fat on his body that he took so long to burn away, running until his legs felt like rubber, trying everything in the book to look smaller, more frail.

Mike sat in the car, Nancy's seemingly endless talking droning on in the background as he tried to focus. When has he last ate? He couldn't even remember when It was, no it was Monday...or, maybe Tuesday? He couldn't be sure, but if his head didn't stop pounding like a drum, he was sure he might faint.

The day had passed by slowly, minutes ticking to hours seemingly slower then his own heart rate, which sped up by an abnormal amount with every step he took, vision blurring over as he wobbled, each step sending a shooting pain into his bones, rattling his body.

Then came lunch, Mike didn't eat, he made the excuse of wanting to study, pushing the food aside to someone else, maybe giving it to Max, or Dustin. It was the same standard meal, a sandwich, an apple and some chips in a bag, he opted for the apple, twisting it around in his hand; like he was studying it for imperfections, an excuse to deny it.

But of course it didn't happen, and the day continued to pass by, until he had to go home, his steps slower, almost as if he was in slow motion, but he couldn't be, not with his heart beating out of his chest, shivering in the fall weather even under the jacket he had on, that extra layer of hair had done nothing to protect him from the cold. The physical cold, and the chill he got, thinking of what he had consumed today, per his Friends worried request; how difficult it would be to work it off.

But at the end of the day, Mike wasn't a small child, with baby fat on his body; he was a skeleton, his eyes just as empty as stomach.

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Okay so like I said I'm not glorying eating disorders this was just a small vent with a character, so uh. Obviously the Author isn't doing okay. So I might take a break who knows

#tw ed #an0rexic #Mike wheeler #not pro ana #at all #i promise #vent #tw venting

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ray-book · 4 months

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Hey, I'm glad you made it!

I need a place to put this where it will remain untouched so that people (friends, family, and even strangers) will know that, through my trials and tribulations, I have braved the storm, reconditioned myself, and I did not give up so easily. I molded my faults into my strengths. We've been here before, but this time I promise it's different. I walked a path that I didn't know I'd make it out of. A path in a world that was dark and void. Come on this emotional rollercoaster with me.

Based on my interactions with people in addition to my personal experiences, I can say with confidence that we do not take mental health seriously enough. I have encountered an unhealthy number of occasions where the temptation was greater than the thought. These past four years have been nothing short of humbling. I had to dig deeper than the center of the earth for this one. I have gone through many phases in such a short span of time that I can only hope my next life will be a little more forgiving. You might think four years is a long time in itself. No, try ten ten years (subtle foreshadowing). It took ten years to truly get a grasp on life. It took enough work to realize I was trapped inside this world, and I want you to see firsthand what it looked like.

I’ve always had a big heart and everyone’s best interests in mind. But heaven forbid you get too close to me. I spent ten years going standing still, existing among my peers, completely lost in trying to figure out what my purpose was. I spent the majority of my time with people who were proud of me when I wasn’t even proud of myself. I had the nerve to believe I was ready to start a family of my own. But due to years of neglecting my mental health, ignoring signs, and making poor decisions, it took getting hit with a harsh case of reality to help me realize I wasn't ready at all. It's almost like I was a shell of the person I've always wanted to be. Does that make sense? Don't misunderstand me. When I said "existing," know that I truly enjoyed the people I've had in my life. I was blessed with the opportunity to experience many different paths and have made great memories with many wonderful people. On the other hand, I've also hurt people who were very important to me and pushed people away who didn't deserve it. I gave up a lot of myself without actually taking care of myself. The only person I can blame is myself. And, the more I reflect on my experiences, the more the signs I ignored start to make sense.

To give an example, there was a period in these past several years where I treated my own mother terribly. I was extremely disrespectful towards her despite her doing what any mother would do, which is simply being a mother. Through all of my aggression and anger, she still loved me through it. I made a real ass out of myself. Passively blaming her for my own mistakes, she could've cut me off at any point. I wouldn't have blamed her if she did. And, in case you made it this far, fast forward to today, I want you to know that I have been giving her the respect she deserves. I am sharing this because anger and resentment are not things anyone should carry. You are hurting yourself more than you think. It took a substantial amount of work to get over this hump.

This would explain my past relationships and how I am finally coming to acknowledge it. I did not handle my anger management issues very well. I did not understand how to properly address my lows and invested more energy into my highs. Pushing people away was easier than addressing an issue. Hiding and pretending the problem didn't exist was the safest option. On many occasions, it was always easier to be alone. It felt safer to be alone. It still does. But for some reason, I didn't want to be alone? As much as I didn't want people getting too close to me, I still tried. I always meant well and had everyone's best interests in mind. I guess this is what my dad always meant when he said, "a kid in a grown man's body." Maybe? I don't know.

It's okay to be alone when you're at your lowest. But you have to come to an agreement with yourself that nobody's going to do the hard work to pick you back. Ignoring the problem won't solve the problem, trust me.

I've always wanted to be the guy anyone could come to and not feel judged. Not the popular guy; just the cool and easygoing guy. But heaven forbid when confrontation presented itself, I wanted no part of it. Because I was afraid of being hurt myself, I didn't realize the scars I had been developing. So, it begs the question of how many times I would hurt myself and others? When do I get my head out of my ass and take care of myself first so others don't have to suffer the repercussions of trauma and my mental health?

2024 is the year I take care of myself. Even though I didn't want to be here, didn't think I would still be here, and struggled with doing the work, I couldn't just give up either. Anger and resentment heavily influenced my decision-making these past several years.

That is why mental health is so important. If it goes unchecked, you'll end up in a world where it almost seems impossible to escape from. Sometimes, you won't even realize it. It gets to the point where it almost feels normal. An example of normal could be someone calling you out, and you make the choice not to accept their criticism because you don't think anything is wrong. That's why it's crucial that you check in with yourself and with someone else. Take it from me, I know why I'm here. I just don't understand how. In the last four years, I've made an excessive amount of mistakes, gone through enough therapists, taken many different "medications," talked with many different people, experimented with multiple coping mechanisms to end up here, finally at peace. There's calmness in the storm. You just have to find it.

A lot of people remain content knowing there's an issue. It hurts, especially when you only want the best for them. Be patient with them. They are no lesser of a person than you are. There's already enough negativity in the world. Be the real change that this world is so confused about.

I'll leave you with this: no matter what you're going through, you're going to be okay. No matter what he/she/they/them/we/be/y'all may say, never forget that you're still breathing for a reason. It doesn't matter how big the issues you face. It's going to be okay. Try to be okay with not being okay. Be okay with not having a good day. Accept that people will say and do whatever they want regardless of what you say or do. Understand that it's going to require a ridiculous amount of work. There will be many days where your patience was tested more than yesterday. You'll get to the point where you're exhausted. When you're tired, shed your last tear for the day; these are the moments that are most critical. These are moments where you're vulnerable. Your mind might be racing, striving to figure out how you're going to do it. But you must stay strong and remain vigilant in your journey during the moments of thinking that you aren't making progress. Stop, pause, take a breath, and ground yourself. Find someone you feel safe with and confide in them. Talk to someone. I'm willing to bet that there are plenty of people in the world who want the best for you, and I'm sure somebody will listen. Acknowledge it. Talk about it. Get it out. Stop dwelling on it. Don't go to bed holding onto baggage that will more than likely catch up with you later. Find your peace. Maintain it. Build on it. Surround yourself with things that will help motivate you to get better and keep that peace.

If you made it here. Thank you. Don't give up. I'm rooting for you. I hope you have the good day you deserve every day. Take care and be safe!

#Spotify #mental health matters #its okay to not be okay #bpd

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dragon-in-a-kettle · 3 years

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Studying Tips when you are easily distracted

Pomodoro Technique, I can't stress it enough how helpful it is. There are many apps, and some allow to change the amount of time for breaks and work. Maybe you can't do 25, then do 15. Others need more time to get "in the zone" and can do 40 minutes.

During breaks, walk away from your desk/workspace. Don't go to far, look through a window, take a glass of water, go to the bathroom, or if you can go outside for a few seconds to take deep breaths of fresh air. The important thing is to mentally detach yourself from that task to reset your mind.

Change subjects. Don't spend four hours on the same topic, it gets way too boring. Divide your time between a subject you like and one that is harsher for you and viceversa.

One hour a day does 100% more for your productivity than five hours of cramming the night before.

Your brain won't function properly if sleep deprived. It doesn't matter how much you studied all night, more often than not you will fail from exhaustion. And no, caffeine doesn't do the trick, it will just give you more anxiety. It's like a rollercoaster of crap. Trust me, been there done that, it sucks.

Make a list of all the things you need to do in order of importance and urgency. Instead of a boring check mark, draw flowers or whatever you like and once completed you can color them.

Your head won't remember everything you have to do, take a small notebook with you everywhere and write down (right in that moment or you will forget), tasks, chores, homework, assignments, essays, etc.

You don't have to make your notes as perfect as the one from pinterest or studyblr (in my opinion that takes way too much time to do and is not that productive), but adding color, sticky notes or small drawings can make it much more pleasant to look at.

Eliminate from your desk/workspace all distractions, or as much as you can. Some of the pomodoro apps I mentioned before, they ring when time is up, it's automatic. So, you can put away your cellphone to not be tempted to scroll through social media.

If you have spent quite a few hours studying, take a long break (not in your bed). You should move to stimulate blood circulation. You could listen your favorite music and dance while eating a snack. Or maybe water your plants, do your prayers if you're religious, anything that isn't related to study. Your mind will thank you.

Know when to stop, it's unhealthy if you overdo it. Melatonin, sleep hormone, usually starts production around 9 o'clock (my psychiatrist told me this) and between 10 and 12 is the moment when your body rest the best.

Also, Melatonin can be affected by blue light emitted from screens. If you can try to avoid them for at least two hours before going to sleep. So that you can regain a normal sleep schedule. This will also improve your mood and eventually your concentration.

There are apps (at least for Android, don't know for Apple) that can block the usage of other apps. It's very helpful and until now it has given me great results.

Make sure to take time to practice your hobbies, hangout with friends, spend time with your family or walk your pet. Your entire life can't be about studying and grades. If you don't enjoy the process of going to highschool/college, you will end up hating it. Even if it's just for 15 minutes. Allow yourself to not be productive. You are not a machine. It's okay to relax from time to time. Your mental health is more important. Even at the cost of success.

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Edward/Riddler headcanons to their fem s/o being a model and he is really obsessed with her? :) thank you!!💕

Okay you guys, bare with me here because I have never written headcanons before so if this one sucks, I am sorry.

Edward Nashton x fem model reader

no warnings

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First off he would see you in like a magazine or something and just become enamored with you.

Like create a shrine of your pictures on the back of his bedroom door, (kinda like I did with one direction in 6th grade)

He would daydream of you a lot, like an unhealthy amount, hyper fixation if you will.

When he meets you for the first time, it is entirely accidental.

He is driving to work through the fashion district of Gotham when he spots a tiny crowd, he was going to keep driving but then he noticed you in the middle of all the people.

He almost causes a wreck with how fast he slams on the breaks and parks on the side of the road.

He doesn’t leave his car, he just watches you from the driver's seat.

When the crowd finally dissipates, he watches as you enter a nice-looking brick building.

That's when he gets the idea to just not go to work and follow you around for the rest of the day.

After having learned the parts of your schedule that were constant, like your morning jog before breakfast, going to the building your managers worked in, and finally the gym before dinner, he made his move to talk to you in person.

He was nervous, visibly so, but when he “accidentally” bumped into you on your way out of your favorite coffee shop, you didn’t notice.

You were too busy trying to wipe the cold coffee from his jacket.

“I am so, so sorry” “It’s o-okay” “Let me make it up to you.”

You were a whole lot nicer than he had ever expected.

From that day forward he was completely in love with you, especially when you started to take an interest in him as well.

He was nice to you, nicer than all the other guys you met in your line of work.

He never thought of you as just some pretty woman, someone who just took pictures and never knew how to count above ten.

Eddie was refreshing.

You are the one who asked him out after noticing how nervous he got when the subject was ever brought up.

Every day, rain or shine, Eddie would show up at your apartment with a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers and a coffee.

You would let him in and talk while getting dressed for the day ahead.

He worshiped the ground you walked on, at the drop of a hat he would have done anything you asked and I mean anything.

It takes some convincing from you for him to finally show you his dingy apartment, but when he does, it wasn’t as bad as he had explained it to you.

Sure it wasn’t what you lived in, but before your modeling career, you had spent your fair share of time in places much worse off than this.

He left you alone for two seconds and you found his little (huge) shrine, which had grown to encompass the whole of his bedroom closet.

It no longer only had pictures of you from magazines, but pictures of the two of you when you would go out or stay in, and polaroids of just you, doing random things around your apartment, some of which you knew he was not there for.

You had been with Eddie for a while, so the possible red flag that should have been going off, didn’t, you only found it endearing.

Eddie was flustered when he found you staring into his wide-open closet.

“Um… you weren't supposed to see that.” “I don’t mind Eddie. It’s cute.”

You would go over to him and whisper into his ear that you were going to take some pictures of your own 👀👀 so that he could put those up as well.

Sometimes, if he didn’t have work, he would follow you to shoots just to keep you company during those long, exhausting hours.

He never knew how much energy it took to do what you did, he was amazed that you never once complained and kept a smile on your face the entire time.

Once, while he was watching you pose from behind the camera, one of the men on set made a lewd comment about you, and Eddie lost it.

He had never been in a fight but he was determined to win this one.

He just lunged at the man out of nowhere, causing an uproar.

Eddie had to be thrown out and not even ten minutes later, you were back in your own clothes and joining him outside.

“Thank you for defending me.” You would say, kissing his cheek. “I would do it again.”

After that incident though, he wasn’t allowed to follow you to work.

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