#he's a teenager and now he's in the middle of this whole mess he didn't create and isn't responsible for

[phantom088]

Just a light hearted rant

In other words, things in Danny Phantom that make absolutely no sense.

First off is the on button to the portal being on the inside the portal.

Who's idea was that?Jack, Maddie, I'm looking at you.

Like seriously, Jack and Maddie gave up because the portal didn't work when they plugged it in. In reality they just didn't hit the on button, which was inside the damn portal! How does that even work?

In order to turn that thing on, someone would have to sacrifice their life to push the button...and would you look at that, Danny walked right into that and now he's half dead. Skill issue I guess, but still.

At least it seems Jack and Maddie fixed the issue as in later episodes its shown that there's a on and off button on the outside of the portal, either that or they built 2 sets of buttons in the first place which then makes me wonder why they didn't hit the on button they had on the outside when they plugged the portal in.

The next thing is questioning how Danny got the thermos working.

Yeah, it seems like he transferred some ghostly energy into it as pictured here:

But the show doesn't actually conform that or tell us how Danny got the thermos working. He basically asked the thermos to work and it went "No worries fam, I got you." And it worked.

No explanation, just a "it works now...yay!" Kind of vibe.

My third thing skips quite a few episodes, even a full season and that is the existence of Danielle or Dani.

Here are the questions that come to mind.

How is Dani a female when she is supposed to be a clone of a male? Yes I've heard the trans theory, or maybe to make her stable Vlad had to mess with the XY chromosomes, or even Vlad added some female DNA into her for some reason (probably to make her stable). But non of those ideas completely follow up.

Why is she 12? In cloning cases, the clone doesn't end up a set age, when someone is cloned, their clone starts as a fetus/baby. It should have taken Dani 12 years to you know, become a 12 year old kid. So unless Vlad decided to start cloning Danny when he was 2, I don't see why Dani is 12.

How is she even stable in the first place? Yes, the other clones Vlad made weren't very stable, but it still makes no sense that Dani is stable because cloning is a very delicate process. Usually a clone of someone doesn't end up healthy like Dani, there always has to be some birth defect, and in real life most clones don't even live that long, and that's 2024 talking. Mind you, Danny Phantom was made in the early 2000s, cloning technology probably wasn't as advance then, meaning Dani isn't even supposed to be alive.

Fourth and final thing, and that's the asteroid.

Just the fact that the asteroid is made of a material called ecto-ranium says it all. This material was never mentioned before Phantom Planet, meaning it was made up on the spot, rushed per-se just like how the final episode was rushed!

Even worse is the fact Vlad managed to send the fucking thing hurtling at earth, and the best idea that wveryone could come up with was send two middle aged man to space in a rocket ship, one being half ghost and the other being a inconfidant ghost hunter, both dumped on bad terms, and hoping for the best.

Who would have saw Vlad not being able to make the asteroid intangible coming? Who would have thought his plan failed, and Jack ended up leaving him out in space. What a shocker.

Then instead of building a laser or something that would destroy the asteroid everyone decided to put their trust on a teenage ghost to fix everything. Sure he was successful, making it so the asteroid could phase through the whole ass planet even though it's made of a material ghosts can't manipulate (meaning it should be obvious a ghost can't phase through the asteroid or get objects such as a whole planet to phase through it as well but to each your own).

Let's just hope the moon or sun or any other planet weren't in it's path when it passed through earth.

And don't even get me started on the crappy relationship we all know Danny and Sam are gonna have. It was rushed, and frankly knowing Sam is someone who wants things to go her way, and Danny is someone who's too stubborn to follow that, the relationship isn't going to last.

Also, why were Sam and Tucker being such assholes to Danny through the whole episode until he restored his powers. Like bro, he got rid of his powers to specifically protect you two, why be asses to him?

And that ends my rant lol.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Humor #Rant #Light Hearted #Nickelodeon #Don't Take This Seriously #Nicktoons #Funny

[flaticeball]

hey! as the first season of connor bedard gets underway i, your local indigenous hockey fan, have a request of you: please don't let this kid's sure to be marvellous and jaw-dropping rookie season make you complacent with the racism of the blackhawks as an organization. it is beyond heinous that they were able to secure the first overall pick this year for a number of reasons i'm sure we're all familiar with, but i am pleading with the hockey community not to let the racism of this org fall through the cracks.

they drafted connor bedard and handed him a jersey with a giant racist caricature on the front. their mascot is named tommy hawk. they continuously fail to curtail their fans' egregious displays of anti-indigenous racism at games.

i'm not going to ask anyone not to post about bedard. i know he's huge news and i'm bummed as all hell that i won't be able to enjoy the beginning of what is sure to be an incredible career myself. but i am asking, given that his presence on the team is likely to increase the prevalence of people making and reblogging posts about the blackhawks, that you please care, loudly and actively, about the racism of this organization and how much it hurts indigenous fans to see that go unquestioned so often.

consider mentioning it in posts. consider amplifying the voices of indigenous fans and community members about the issues of these types of sports organizations. consider reading up on the history of the person they claim to 'honour' with their hideous effigy of a logo. consider censoring the logo in your posts if you are able to (please do this if you are able to). consider tagging posts so that indigenous fans are at the very least able to blacklist that team and not have to see it.

above all, please just. don't forget about it. don't forget about us. we belong here too.

#gav gab #connor bedard #chicago blackhawks #i jsut. it makes me feel sick every time i see that thing. #this racist caricature of a native man's head on their jerseys on their ice in their locker room #a native man who had his body mutilated in death including having his head removed #it's fucking grotesque and it makes me literally sick #i was really looking forward to see what that little wizard boy could do! #and now it is wholly ruined for me #and i keep seeing people just. posting about it like this team is normal. like it's any other team #no ethical consumption under sports is true but some things ARE worse than others #and there is no justification or excuse for being a blackhawks fan in the year 2023. there just isn't. #and like..... it bums me the fuck out for bedard himself too #like he didn't choose this #he just got like. put into this situation #it sucks #he's a teenager and now he's in the middle of this whole mess he didn't create and isn't responsible for #and i can't expect him to do anything about it #but boy was i excited to see him play #and now it just..... yeah #well.

[midnightloversmusic]

Hot Cocoa & Love notes

remus lupin x reader

“Your cheeks only turned a darker shade when you looked up though. The most gorgeous man you have ever seen was standing right in front of you, well, right behind the counter.”

first day of flufftober!!! I thought this would be perfect for day one, just a cute little coffee shop meet-cute :)) hope you enjoy!

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Your fingers felt like they were 2 seconds away from falling off and the bus stop was still a block away and you thought you might as well give up here, drop your groceries and freeze to death, that is until you saw a sign a few store fronts up.

“ moony’s

$1 hot cocoa every sunday!”

The sign was written in pastel chalk and had the moon cycles drawn in a border around it. Seeing this sign saved you from one hell of a breakdown. With a sudden rush of motivation you headed inside the cute cafe. Immediately sighing from the warmth that you felt. It was past noon and there weren't a whole lot of people in the cafe. Just an older woman reading a cheesy romance novel on one of the dark green couches by the front, two teenagers, probably on a date, you think to yourself based on the giggling and awkward movements they made trying to discreetly scooch a little closer to each other. On the other side of the cafe there was a man silently typing on his computer and sipping on a steaming cup of coffee.

You were so busy studying the cozy place in front of you and trying to get the feeling back in your hands that you forgot to make any move to go up to the counter. That is until you heard a soft

“Ehm” coming from the front of the store.

Heat rose to your cheeks and you immediately started walking towards the counter. Your cheeks only turned a darker shade when you looked up though. The most gorgeous man you have ever seen was standing right in front of you, well, right behind the counter. He had slightly curly auburn hair, wide hazel eyes, and a scar that went up from the middle of his left cheek all the way over the bridge of his nose to right under his right eye.

You definitely were not feeling cold anymore, in fact you felt like the cafe just got way too hot way too fast and all the sudden you wished you were in a tank top and jeans. The cute, and stunningly handsome, boy cleared his throat again, his lips are now tilted slightly upward. Obviously amused by your flustered state.

“Sorry” you mutter

Slowly coming to the realization if you keep staring at him you won't be able to get a word out without becoming a stuttering mess.

“Sorry” you repeat, shaking your head and redirecting your vision down to the granite counter.

“Can I please have a hot chocolate? No whipped cream please.”

“Mhm, and what will be the name for that?”

God. Even his voice was attractive for fucks sake. It was smooth and deep and just so,

“y/n” you say before you can think anymore.

“Pretty” he says so quietly you almost didn't catch it.

Lucky for you, you did. Or maybe unluckily because now you are sure your cheeks are heating up again. You watch him silently as he takes a foam cup from the stand next to him and gets a sharpie from under the counter. You watch his hands, which are absolutely sinful, your brain adds unhelpfully, as they write on the back of the cup. You track his movements when he walks over to the bar and starts making your cocoa. You're more than aware he can probably feel you staring at him. But you don't have enough energy to care anymore.

He quickly finishes up and slips a cardboard sleeve onto your drink so you don't burn yourself. He walks back over to the register and hands you your drink. Your fingers brush for more time than is necessary and you swear your stomach does backflips.

“Thank you” you said

His eyes are kind and his smile is soft when he says “of course, love”

You suppress a squeal as you pick up your bags from the floor and, begrudgingly, walk back out into the cold and to the bus stop. Once you made it onto the bus and have finally settled down you notice that the cafe boy wrote more than just your name on the back of the cup.

“You are very pretty, let me take you out sometime? :) - Remus” with a phone number written right beneath it.

You really hope no one is looking at you right now because if they were they'd probably think you were psychotic staring at your cup with a huge grin on your face.

Remus, You think. It suits the cafe boy very well.

You spend the rest of the bus ride planning out what to say to him when you call him later.

#remus lupin x reader #remus fluff #remus lupin fluff #marauders x reader #remus x you #remus lupin blurb #remuslupin #flufftober #marauders #the marauders x reader

[unpresidentedbullhonkey]

Clone Wars Headcanons

Tattooine reminds me of like Southern America or even like Colorado/Wyoming area. So I have a major headcanon that people from Tattooine have a drawl when they speak. I can imagine that Anakin has somewhat lost that drawl over time, but, BUT, it comes out on certain words, (thinking of my own accent here, on things like Oil, Time, Don't, Etc. basically he adds too much inflection where it shouldn't be, or he takes out syllables) And it especially comes out when he's mad or *whispers* horny. It drives Padme and/or Rex absolutely crazy. Because as the saying from the great Trace Atkins goes. Ladies Love Country Boys.

Obi-Wan is not a kid person. He doesn't hate them, and if needed he's VERY good with them, but he just doesn't feel a connection towards them. It's the reason he keeps refusing to take another Padawan. When he took on Anakin, he thought he would mess up on the parenting because of this, but in reality Anakin couldn't have asked for a better father figure, and Anakin makes sure he knows it everytime his aversion to children is brought up, with Ahsoka agreeing whole heartedly. And as much as that touches him he'd still rather run head first into a wall before he raises another kid.

Cody is a 'loses everything, including clothes' drunk, which is why he doesn't do it very often. But one time Rex manages drag him to 79s, let's just say Rex had never seen so much of Cody before, and he never wants to see it again. And the next day Cody had to get a new ID card as well as a new Datapad. And still to this day Hardcase calls him Commander Swinger because of the eyeful he got when Cody dropped the tablecloth he wore on the walk back, in the middle of the 501st barracks.

When they're deployed on planets with jungles or wooded areas, Anakin allows Ahsoka to hunt, but only with a trooper not far behind her, because, you know, she's a teenager, and there's a little war going on atm. But Fives refuses to go with her anymore because he wasn't paying attention once and he heard some rustling in the bushes and looked over and when he shined his light he saw her with glowing eyes like a tooka and a huge dead animal in her mouth, dripping with blood. He's never fully recovered from the image and he's seen people die right next to him, but that was straight out of a horror holo. They got back to camp, marched right up to Rex and Anakin and flatly told them he was never doing that again and that he didn't care how much they outranked him, it wasn't happening. And they never asked him again because Rex had never seen him so serious.

Tup is afraid of flying, because once during a simulation as a cadet their gunship went down and he got thrown from it and even though it was a simulator it scared him and he never wants it to actually happen.

Echo, when he gets drunk doesn't go anywhere besides the barracks or 79s anymore, because one time him and fives got drunk and had a run in with Hound and Grizzler, and the damn lizard dog bit him on the calve and fives on the arm, and instead of patching them up Commander Fox just laughed at them while they sat in the drunk tank waiting for Rex to pick them up. He now also has a fear of massiffs even if they're friendly.

#anidala #star wars: the clone wars #rexwalker #anakin sykwalker #obiwan kenobi #headcanon #captain rex #commander cody #ahsoka tano #grizzler #hound #commander fox #clone trooper tup #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #clone trooper hardcase

[iamumbra195]

!Spoilers for pretty much all of Teenage Mercenary!

I just need to get my facts down about some of the things going on in the background cause it's confusing to me and I have shitty memory. This is pretty much how I've interpreted everything that is going on, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong

Iron is the head of the whole organization that Camp and Forest were a part of. They take in jobs and send them down as orders to either Camp or Forest. Forest was formed after camp and considered inferior to the numbers

None of the numbers know where these orders are coming from and they are currently investigating

They are likely the ones who killed those 26 numbers Ijin disabled during his escape, ordering someone from Forest to do it or directly ordering a traitor number (my theory) to do it because Mad Dog didn't seem to know who killed them that day. They probably killed them because they were becoming too uncontrollable and there was no real leverage they had over them to keep them working for them the way they were doing to Alice with her little brother and Ijin's escape was their best bet to get rid of them all as they were incapacitated and unable to protect themselves

The Camp has completely dissolved at this point in the story and of the 14 still living, we only know 9 so one of the missing five is likely a traitor. Maybe all five of them are and they've been integrated into Forest. 002 doesn't seem to care much about them so it's possible. Or maybe they just died. Who knows?

SW is one of Iron's competitors and is growing relevant in the world of weapons export and war. When Jiye's brother reached out to them to kill Jiye, they were more than happy to do so as that would be a blow to their competitor and would give them a way to destroy SW from the inside if the brother signed a contract with him like he initially wanted to. Ijin obviously ruined this.

The Vorrei Family (which consists of Sophia the blond girl, her brother, and Chairman Andrew) is currently in a contract with Iron but is heavily considering signing a contract with SW and their subsidiary SW defence and whether or not this happens will help with the growth of their weapons export business

This obviously angered Iron and they sent Anna to kidnap Sophia and her brother under the care of SW which would of course ruin the relationship between Chairman Andrew and SW but Ijin ruined this. This created a very good relationship between the Vorrei Family and SW

Alice has infiltrated SW because Iron wants insider information on SW so they could effectively ruin them from the inside, however the mess with the numbers and 004 being a presumptuous little prick (I love him regardless lmao) ruined everything for them

Now the timeline of Ijin's backstory

The plane crashed ten years ago when he was nine (Korean age so technically he was eight and is currently eighteen)

The Camp picked him up from the plane crash and patched him up, forcing him to join the whole training with no memory of himself or his past while speaking in a foreign language. He was trainee #982 out of the initial 1000 ppl that were at the Camp

He met 005 almost immediately after joining

Inhumane training and missions had to have continued at least until he was twelve or thirteen before the initial 1000 was whittled down to a measly group of 40.

During that training, he constantly went against the Camp's teachings, never leaving behind anyone who was injured and taking those who were dying to a peaceful area for them to pass away in rather than dying in the middle of a battlefield. He was punished for it a lot but it made most of the other trainees trust him and see him as their leader. Some of them admired 002 and regarded him as the leader and were later upset when they saw that Ijin was granted the number 001 but 002 was fine with it and followed Ijin's instructions

At some point, Mad Dog assigned him as leader of the numbers and went to kill 016 because he collapsed during a roll call of some kind but Ijin got in his way. They got into a fight and that's when Ijin gave Mad Dog his scar. Mad Dog has hated him since

He remained at camp until he was fourteen and at some point, he had killed a mother and daughter, a memory which stuck with him and traumatized him in a certain way. I believe it also provoked his 'betrayal'.

He disobeyed orders from Camp and Mad Dog sent most of the numbers after him. He incapacitated 26 and some of the other numbers like 006 turned a blind eye to let him escape however they became angry when they were told that he killed the 26 numbers even though he didn't

He was heavily injured and passed out in a river where he was found by Lucas, the mercenary village chief.

All the stuff in the village and the looters (Immortal and his gang) happened and then he became Jin for the next five years. He briefly ran into 018 and that one girl who tried to kidnap Jiye during this time and saved Sophia from her kidnapper. Saving Evelyn and her mother also helped jog his memory and remember his mother telling him "--Jin, I love you" and while the plane was crashing with an oxygen mask on his face, his parents hugged him and told him "--Jin, Mommy and Daddy love you very much." I love the fact that he started to remember after he saved Evelyn and her mom, it's such a nice detail man.

Also, someone thank Grandpa Lucas for trying to protect Ijin from the horrors of being a mercenary despite already knowing he was a child soldier. He bandaged him up after he got injured and told him to take better care of himself, gave him a lot of food and practically raised Ijin for a good chunk of his teenage years. His last message to Ijin (Chp. 163) and Ijin crying for the very first time hit me right in the feels

Ijin met Yeona's dad during his time as Jin and after the dad died, word got back to the Head of SW about Ijin.

Major Kang was attacked six months before canon and because he was Jiye's fiance and this was clearly an opportunity to meet his son's savior (and a potential asset for his developing weapons subsidiary but that's another topic -__-), he hired Jin to save the Major and his troop

I do believe SW was involved in finding Ijin's family both in order to fulfill Yeona's dad's last wish to get Ijin out of the warzone he lived in and because Grandpa Shin is shady af and probably wants to use Ijin. I don't think he's a bad person but he doesn't really have Ijin's best interests in mind. He's a businessman, after all. Good men don't make good businessmen.

Ijin being there has also brought him a ton of opportunities and prevented him from losing his granddaughters and a fuck ton of opportunities if Ijin hadn't been there to save the day so it makes sense that he and Jiye as well, are so adamant about keeping him by their side

But anyway, that pretty much concludes my info dump with a mix of my personal interpretations for now. Like I said before feel free to correct me if I've said something wrong

Now take this random badass panel of my children :)

#teenage mercenary #mercenary enrollment #yu ijin #001 #002 #004 #005 #006 #008 #016 #018 #032 #iron #camp #the numbers #forest #alice #shin yeona #shin jiye #grandpa shin #grandpa lucas #kang hamchan #sw corp is shady af #long post #kinda #analysis #organized thoughts #for once lmao

[ashwhowrites]

I'd like to request a whole fluffy mess, please!

I'll let you write either Steve or Eddie (or... both...) and just cuddles after a long day. Curling up to go to sleep, everyone's exhausted and just happy to be with their loves. Can be innocent or sexual 💋💋

Love you, pretty girl

Cuddling with two pretty boys doesn't sound bad

Not proofread

Small fluffy blurb

Robin called in sick, so Steve got stuck working a Friday morning, and Friday night shift alone. Dealing with the rush of teenagers with nothing better to do. Rushing to stock shelves, answering questions, and checking people out with their movies. He also had to deal with girls trying to waste his time by flirting non-stop.

Eddie had a day full of exams, and Y/N made him study all night long.....but in a fun way with help from Steve. His body was exhausted, and now his brain was being drained. He had to deal with Jason's rude remarks. Then he had hellfire.

Y/N worked a double at the bar, dealing with nasty men hitting on them. Other men screaming for their drinks, and underage kids trying to show them fakes. Their body was growing tired and they couldn't handle any more conversations. They just wanted to close out everyone's tabs and go home to their boys and sleep.

Eddie arrived at Steve's apartment first, throwing his backpack on the floor, yanking off his shoes, and heading straight for the bedroom. Stripping off his clothes, leaving him in boxers as he crawled into Steve's bed. His eyes looked over to the alarm clock. The red numbers told him it was 9:00. Eddie yawned and tucked himself in the middle, surrounded by Steve and Y/N's smell, comforting him as his eyes closed. With the long day he had, it didn't take him long to fall asleep.

Steve could feel his eyes burning, the computer screen telling him it was 11:30. The store closed at midnight, he was under an hour away and that's all he focused on. His eyes craved to sleep, his body craved his partners and he craved his bed. Once it hit 11:45, Steve declared that it was midnight and began to lock up the store. He was always thankful his apartment was close to the store because he swore he almost passed out twice on the way home. A sigh of relief left his lips as he walked into his apartment. Tripping instantly over shoes. Steve didn't have to guess twice about whose shoes would be left right by the front door.

"fucking Eddie" he mumbled to himself. Moving Eddie and his shoes to the hallway. Once he finally made it to his bedroom he noticed Eddie snoring right in the middle. Steve laughed to himself and changed into basketball shorts, leaving his chest bare as he crawled into the bed. Eddie felt the bed shift, still half asleep, and rolled over to one side. Steve followed his body, throwing his arm over Eddie's waist, and yanking Eddie against his chest.

Y/N was exhausted. Finally shutting down the bar as the big clock read 1:00 am. Driving as fast as they could while being safe. Silently cheering as they pulled up to Steve's apartment. Practically running the door, and racing into the bedroom. Taking on the sight of their two boyfriends cuddling in the middle of the bed. Their heart warmed as they yanked off the smelly bar clothes. Digging for a clean pair of Eddie's boxers and a T-shirt from Steve's closet. Sighing as they inhaled Eddie and Steve's scents were now on their skin. Smiling as they crawled into bed.

Both boys felt another body join them, half asleep and they both moved over a little. Allowing Y/N to squeeze in. Leaving Steve in the middle as Y/N wrapped their arms around him.

Eddie snored as he held Steve's hand that was on his chest, Steve's arms wrapped around Eddie, and Y/N wrapped around Steve.

All three could now finally sleep in peace.

#steddie #steddie fluff #steddie x reader #steddie x reader fluff #steddie x gn!reader #steddie x y/n #steddie requests #steddie x gn reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #steve harrignton #eddie munson x steve harrington #ashwhowrites

[senjuroprotectionsquad]

Hello! I was wondering if you can do an Akaza x fem!listener, having her first time (sexual) with him? And how it would go? He would most likely be gentle at first, but once she's used to the feeling, he just goes full feral mode on her!

Hope this ask isn't a bother! Hope you have a lovely day or night! :>

Akaza's First Time With You! (NSFW) Fem!Listener

Headcanons/Audio

(More audio's below ⬇️😏)

To say that it takes this man some convincing to get him into bed is an understatement.

Suuuper tough exterior but as soon as you mention sex? Flustered, quiet, turning the other direction so you won't see that hint of color rising on his cheeks. Scoffs and says "Don't say shit like that....you couldn't handle me anyway." and refuses to elaborate.

Loves you and cherishes you like a doll and that includes treating you like your made like one.

Your first with him is anything but planned, just some play fighting and suddenly he squeezes your wrist in his hand and just barely grazes his teeth on your jugular

His whole life he has went with out indulging in the desires and sin of sex, he's a demon, an upper rank, he doesn't need to satiate himself with anything other than training...

at least that's what he thought, right up until you made that noise

He's immediately kissing and nibbling whenever he can reach, his body moving on it's own

It gets to a point where you try and tug on those big genie pants of his and he's growling.

so it happens, in the middle of the forest, late at night with his pants pulled down just enough to spring his cock free while your clothes are completely shredded

He's excited, his teeth are clenched and you'd think he'd be panting if not for his stamina, cock in hand, stroking up and down while looking down at you like he wants to eat you.

you were sure it was going to be a rough ride because of his excitement, but right when it got to the actual sex part he stopped, like he was nervous

He gently pulls you forward and runs those big hands of his up your thighs and belly with a gentleness you didn't think he was capable of

Full eye contact and slowness when he put it in, he's studying you, your reactions, the way you feel around him.

He only gives you short, slow thrust at first, waits for those pretty noises to show up, waits for your legs to hook around his waist, wanting more.

and then?.....

then he's fucking you

Bruising hands on your hips, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs while he folds you in half and laughs

He moans and grunts his way to orgasm after orgasm, he cums quick and over and over but fills you up so good that your seeing stars by the time you two are done

3-4 rounds for your first time, 6-8 every time after that, demon stamina go crazy

He pushes you up against his solid chest and goes to town on you, his knees pinning your legs apart

he doesn't like pinning your hands so he keeps them at your sides, caging you in leaving your hands clinging to his bulky shoulders for leverage.

He rocks his hips hard into yours as he whines and groans out into your shoulder, cock making an absolute mess out of you

Groans and tries to go as deep as possible, he loves how you squeal for him

Possessive af, keeps growling out about "you're mine," or "no one else gets to see you like this"

Kisses you during it but it's messy and all teeth and tounge cause he's excited, it's his first time too, he fucks you like a horny teenager

when he's finally done and had given you plenty of orgasms he'll slam his hips in one more time and creampie you with a giddy laugh for the final time that night

Now, for aftercare you might have to be patient with his knuckleheaded-ness but he'll get the hang of it.

Your first time he completely forgets that's a thing and when he catches you staring he's just looking at you like "...what? Do you want more? 😏"

No you dumbass take care of me

He's a sweetheart tho

Hope you enjoyed! This was a process but i really want to make more interactive headcanons like this one, brings it more to life you know?

I love reading comments btw!

#demon slayer #akaza #akaza x reader #upper moons #kimetsu no yaiba #akaza smut #kny akaza

[one-vivid-judgment]

I'm sorry, but like, some people here genuinely wouldn't last a day watching Spanish TV shows, and I mean that 💀💀 

We have "Los Serrano" where two step siblings fall in love and have to keep their relationship hidden from the rest of their family while living in the same house. 

We have "Física o Química" where the first episode literally starts with a teenage boy falling into an ethyl coma and then dying, and his best friend commits suicide (graphically, after another previous attempt that his brother stopped) at the end of that same episode. Not to mention the 28 y/o teacher having sex with her 17 y/o student. That's the first episode, but there is A LOT later on too:

A girl falls into an abusive relationship after her parents die and then her boyfriend messes her up so badly that she ends up developing an ED (also, he dumped her and only got back with her because she stripped for him IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET, IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER while he recorded it all and watched from the car with his friends).

That same girl ends up in a relationship with basically her step cousin.

Another girl gets pregnant (they are all highschoolers) after having sex with a guy she hates because she just saw her best friend and the guy she was in love with making out.

There are very graphic, racist attacks against an Asian guy who's being bullied and later he dumps his girlfriend and marries his cousin because of family pressure.

A girl ends up in a relationship with her art teacher, and later she becomes a prostitute (mind you, again: highschoolers) because she needs money.

A guy gets in a relationship with a girl whose brother is a literal fucking NAZI and gets dragged into their lifestyle, even beating up his best friend because he's gay.

The English teacher, who is married to the Music teacher, gets into an affair with the Art teacher and then when she gets pregnant she doesn't know who the dad is—also, the Music teacher becomes the class' laughing stock and he ends up physically assaulting a student for laughing about his situation.

A girl gets badly bullied for being fat and the guy she is in love with is ashamed of her and ridicules her in front of his friends.

A girl gets SAd at a party and a video of that starts circulating around the school.

A girl gets groomed by her boyfriend's dad and when the boyfriend finds pics of her naked in his dad's laptop he accuses her of cheating and slut-shames her at school.

The final season ends with the gay guy being killed at a school shooting, dying in his boyfriend's arms and his best friend starts seeing his ghost.

A guy in a wheelchair gets pushed down the stairs during an argument.

The principal of the school gets a brain tumor and he decides to 'enjoy life more'. So he cheats on his wife with the mother of a student and before his operation, he asks his wife to get a divorce cause he 'fell for another woman'.

Mind you, this was THE hit TV show for teenagers in the early 2000s here and I didn't miss an episode back when I was 13/14 💀

And this one is not Spanish but Mexican, but DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON "Mujer, casos de la vida real" where the lightest episode I've seen was about a little girl being killed in front of her whole class because a classmate brough a gun to school to defend himself from his bullies and it fired on accident, and now he's gonna be prosecuted for causing her death.

Was this just an excuse to rant about old shows I love? Of fucking course. But also, my earlier point still stands: some people I've seen around here wouldn't last a day watching our series 💀 And that's not even getting into movies like "3 metros sobre el cielo"

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[the-californicationist]

Goldfish (SanSan AU) - 8/8

Warnings: descriptions of abuse, canon-mentioned abuse and domestic violence, mention of ramsay bolton, modern au, oral and vaginal sex

The Hound knew that it would be jarring, seeing what Ramsay had done to her. He hadn’t expected it to be a literal mindfuck. His whole body felt like it had been engulfed in flames. All those years he had spent running from fires, and none of it had kept him from being devoured by this hell.

She’d fought back, that much was clear. Sandor had made and earned his share of knife wounds, and the jagged edges told the story more than one violent scuffle. The shallow starts and stops of some of her cuts meant that she had pulled away, and the small darting incisions that lay right next to larger, nastier gouges told him that she’d done her own damage to her attacker once or twice. Her tenacity was the only reason he held it together when he saw her skin. Sansa Stark had beaten the Devil and fed him to her dogs. He needed to be at least half as brave. It didn't hurt that her body was still a vision, scars or no. Sandor was finding it hard to care what body she had in the first place. He just wanted to touch her.

When she mentioned Blackwater lake, she’d leveled him. Sandor Clegane had plenty of regrets in his life. Yes, he regretted allowing his brother to remain above ground. Yes, he regretted every moment that he spent working for the Lannisters. But, he regretted leaving her at that lake house more than anything. She was in over her head, and so was he. He’d never truly forgiven himself for leaving her with those monsters. She’d survived, but at a high price.

Still kneeling in front of her, his hands wanted to wrap around her again so badly. Instead, Sandor found himself running his palms up and down her legs, building up his courage. He plunged his fingertips into her waistband, pulling her skirt down and off. He bent and took his pants off as well, kicking away his boots as quickly as he could. A pair of white, satin panties was all that remained between them.

“Sansa,” his eyes searched her face, hunting for something, “I won't leave you again, not unless you ask me to.”

“Don’t,” she said, repeating herself in a whisper, “Don’t. Don’t leave me, Sandor. Stay.”

Her faithful guard lifted her up, grabbing her fiercely under her thighs, tossing her into the middle of the mattress, crawling over her prone body like an animal. He put his mouth on any bit of skin that got too close, disregarding scars, celebrating freckles. She was delicious, and he couldn’t get enough. 

He had laid her on her belly, and his hands were still fondling her thighs, pulling at them and massaging her as he did. She had the most gorgeous smile on her face, like she didn’t believe he was truly there. Delirious. Sandor set out to show her just how real he was. Without needing much of his strength, he lifted her ass from under her hips and held it up in an arm-bar, easily maneuvering her lithe form, raising her warm pussy to his mouth and sucking at the damp fabric. He could smell her wet desire, and he let his tongue move beyond the satin, tasting bits and pieces of her as he did, reveling in the taste, his cock growing with every sweet sound he could coax from her. 

“Sandor,” she gasped, “please.” 

There was just something about the way she begged him that made his blood run hot. He didn’t make her wait. Without hesitation, he slipped the satin down her legs, claiming her fully. Sandor licked her open, his nose buried in her folds, making a dripping mess on his chin. She was so pliant and willing, just waiting for his next suck, his next kiss. Ready for him to plunge that long, warm tongue back into her cunt, again and again, stuffing itself along her clenching muscles. 

Gods, he was impossibly hard. He had already come once tonight, and now he was ready to stain her sheets like an unbridled teenager. All she had to do was moan like that, taste like this, and call out his name in her sugary voice. He was hers to command. 

“Let me touch you,” she compelled him.

Her Hound obeyed. Sandor released her hips and lay beside her, pulling her body toward his, trapping his aching cock between them. Her hands found him, gripping him at his base, gently rocking him back and forth. At any moment, he could let go of the leash and release himself all over her. Selflessly, he held it in a death grip, willing himself to let his she-wolf play until she had her fill.

He felt her leg slide over his hip, and she fed him into her body, his exceptional length having no issue finding her center. Their joining, warm and sticky, made them cry out together. He moved within her instinctively, pressing in and pulling out, not able to remain still. Fucking her blissfully, finally able to claim her as his own after all these years of watching unworthy bastards waste their time. He was equally unworthy, but he'd never leave her again. No other man would touch her again. She was his master, and he was her unyielding disciple.

Sandor hadn’t planned to fuck her tonight, this morning, whatever time it was here in Limbo. He thought she might just want to explore him, test his restraint, maybe allow him to explore her. He had imagined his courting lasting weeks, thinking of all the ways he could show her how sure he was that he could make her happy. But, looking into her eyes now, he saw that she trusted him fully. Her intense expression was filled with longing, and her earnest desire for him quieted his concerns about moving too fast. They’d been dancing with each other for a decade, surely that was enough time to wait. If not, he suddenly realized - as she began chanting his name and singing her joy - that he didn’t give a shit. If she wanted him, she could have him.  

Unable to fully stop his body from responding to hers, he thrust himself inside of her with more urgency, feeling her orgasm rolling off of her in waves, slipping into her deeper and deeper as she pulsed around him, shamelessly arching his body to grind his head through her core. His hands tangled themselves in her hair, holding her in place as he worked alongside her; the Hound was chasing her pleasure down like a wild rabbit. 

Her slickness had melted down his shaft, and he could feel it painting his skin, hearing the wet kisses her pussy was leaving on him as he pounded into her. Sandor’s face stayed buried in her neck, breathing hard against her shoulder, trying so hard to control his rabid hunger. 

“Little bird,” he begged her for mercy with his eyes, pulling back to look upon her face. 

She caressed the ruined skin of his cheek and nodded, submitting his need. Then, to his shock, she shoved him down, flat on his back, and began to lift herself up and down his cock. It throbbed in agony at the sensation and the sight. She had put herself fully on display for him, her breasts swaying with her rhythm, her thick pussy making his cock disappear into her over and over and over. 

There was no room for shame, but Sandor was almost embarrassed to hear the noises that she was pulling from him. He could hear his breath coming out of his throat like a shout, and every time she pushed herself down on him, he saw stars. 

“Do it, Sandor,” she hypnotized him with a dark tone, one he’d never heard her use before, “Come for me. Come.”

Fuck, he did. A blinding orgasm ripped through his nerves like a shot. He crushed her to him then, wrapping both hands around her back, clutching at her shoulders and ribs. He heard himself emit a deafening, guttural scream, and then again, and again. Aching, pained moans, he was feeling his come rush out of his head and spill into her trapped body, spending every last bit of strength he had inside of her, trying desperately to surrender to her will. Obedient.

They lay there, arms and legs knotted around each other like tangled roots, sweaty and crackling with their electric, passionate fury. He was kissing her neck and jaw, open-mouthed and lazy, still holding her tight against his chest. Her mouth had been whispering his name to him, over and over, like some sort of incantation. Slowly, he freed her from his rough grasp, gently sliding himself out of her, hating the cool air of the room and vastly preferring her warmth.

He found his tee shirt on the floor and cleaned them both as best he could, unsteady as he was. Sandor pulled the covers around them and clutched her to him again, possessive and covetous. She held his hand, lacing her long fingers through his. 

She smiled, basking in their shared euphoria, 

“I’ve been dreaming about that for a very long time."

“Don’t,” he chuckled, raw and honest, his voice rumbling in his throat, “Don’t say that, little bird. You’re just going to make me want to fuck you again.” 

Sansa smirked, playing with him now, a sharp glint in her eye,

“You will. If I ask you to, I know you will.”

Her Hound nodded, kissing her forehead, grinning along with her, teasing her back,

“I’m at your mercy, Your Majesty. Nothing would make me happier.” 

She hummed with satisfaction, burrowing herself further into his heated body. Morning had finally caught up to them, and the sun’s first rays stretched across the foggy panes of her window, soaking the room in a golden glow, sealing them together like flies in amber.

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#game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #asoiaf fanfic #asoif/got #asoif fanfic #sansan #sansan au #sansan fanfiction #sandor clegane #the hound #sansa stark #house clegane #house stark #a break from our regularly scheduled programming #goldfish by the californicationist

[whomst-is-hex]

hi im a cis (late teenage) woman who was a transgender man for like 5 years and just recently figured out im not. throughout that whole period there was so so so much fear about how people around me would view me, and it was a very insecure time. BUT, unlike the general expectation of detrans (the asshole idea that transitioning was for trends) i'm really fucking glad i did it.

before i fully started going by he/him and Marcus, i had a couple months where i was just switching from gender to gender, sexuality to sexuality, because i just recently started comprehending queer people and was desperately searching for identity and community. i settled on the name and pronouns one day at a playground, where i told a stranger around my age my name was Marcus and i am transgender. i told my parents shortly after (i told my parents everything in that regard) and right after that i started to strip away anything remotely girlish about myself, which i kinda started doing anyway after i started to call myself a lesbian.

a few years in i started to notice that the "femininity" was around anyway. i admired my silhouette sometimes in the mirror, but quickly switched to trying to flatten my chest. i loved being masculine, i loved passing, but i really also loved my body in all of its generally-percieved-as-woman-ness. this pretty much balanced me out for the last couple years. i stopped trying desperately to pass, and started to accept myself as inherently masculine without binding or vocal exercises (and even in drag, which i still really fucking love doing)

and now we're at a few months ago, where i presented fully female for 30 days as an experiment. obviously my brain had went through SO many chemical changes, and i think just general maturity caused me to click and realize that i don't want this anymore. not to say that young trans people are immature, or that being a man is low, i just started to realize that i messed up and taught myself to fit in another box that i didn't fully want.

right now, i have ditched that box all together. but now i know that it never had to be a box to begin with. i believe that i really was a man for that period of time, even when i admired my curves and face and voice. i was looking for identity, and i found it. but now, i'm sort of a different person with different needs in life and myself. and because i had that experience of rapid change, experimentation, insecurity, and self love, i really really know how to be a woman now. and like the post i reblogged just before writing this says, being a woman doesnt have to mean much in terms of differences. in my case, it means that i am not the basic cisgender bisexual woman cutout i was terrified of becoming when i was younger. and it means im keeping marcus as my name, and my dead-name remains as my middle name.

my point with this was to catalogue my experience, but i think i really need to bring up how actual trans people experiment at all sorts of ages, and it works for them pretty damn well. i have friends who experimented just as much as i did and are way more cemented in their transgender identity than i ever was. i think its also important to say that my experience happens a lot as well. brains change, people change, and i've heard of trauma messing with identities too. point is, we have Got to stop generalizing trans and detrans people, or at least catch ourselves when we do. brains are so goddamned complicated and we dont even know everything about gender. what we do know is it changes sometimes, its unpredictable, and its across all cultures. like my dad says, the minute you figure out something about yourself, itll change. and i believe having a brain that doesnt change is no way to live

TL;DR: i was transgender, now im not, im happy, people are happy being trans or cis sometimes and thats cool as hell. dont be an asshole and stop trying to assume things about people like identity that shit sucks

#queer #transgender #detransition #talking #trans is holy #trans is beautiful #gender is holy #gender is beautiful #love is real

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hello! I’m trying to find a sterek fic where Derek (I think?) is a professor working as a phone sex operator for a research project? Pretty sure Stiles was a grad student (but I may be mixing fits together)

Hi @lone-chicken! @anowlnamedpig thinks this one is really close.

Reach Out by weathervaanes

(1/1 I 20,246 I Explicit I Sterek)

Or, In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice...With the Same Person

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Stiles sees the flyer on his very last day at Beacon Hills High School. It’s hanging, unassuming, in the hall near the front entrance along with bulletins and other flyers, advertisements, posters for free student concerts, but the fact that the word “sex” is written in a font two times larger than the rest of the page catches his attention.

It’s an advice hotline for a whole range of things, from teenage angst to how to deal with your parents telling you you’re adopted and a whole mess in the middle. Stiles thinks it’s funny, though, that they offer advice on sexuality and sex education. It makes sense on the one hand, since high school sex ed does jack shit for actual learning, but anyone who really wants to know stuff has an infinite source of knowledge right on their phone—the internet.

So it starts off as a joke.

OR

OR

@lovesouthernsweettea suggested this one with the roles reversed.

i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by aeneapsych 

(1/1 I 24,552 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

"One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn't care."

Anon thinks it could be a destiel fic.

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by bendingsignpost

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #lost fic #anon #college au

[codergalsblog]

Fnaf revival au(part 12):

Eventually, Michael mustered up enough courage to finally suck it up and go meet his siblings again.

The twins were confused about who Michael was at first, but after a long explanation and a lot of convincing, evan and Elizabeth were finally on board(Elizabeth also thought he was ugly because his face was very messed up)

Michael doesn't tell his siblings that he was a serial killer(They both find out by themselves, btw), so Michael just lives with them now. He doesn't talk much and is very much reserved.

Bonus:

Elizabeth doesn't really trust her older brother that much anymore, considering their past(read my posts on this blog and my old blog to understand) but she still allows Michael to be around, as long as he doesn't try anything with her or evan(specifically evan). Michael is okay with that, but he just wishes that he was close with his siblings again before everything happened.

With evan, it's a whole different thing. Evan doesn't trust his brother that much either, but he still loves him(despite Michael being the main cause of most of his injuries). Michael loves Evan a lot, but he doesn't talk to him or even look at him. He feels extremely guilty about making evan deal with his teenage bull crap in the past and is still very traumatized from the bite of '83. He's so scared to hurt his brother again that the only way that he can prevent that is by ignoring evan entirely. He doesn't speak to or look at him. He's already hurt him enough already. He's not letting his little brother deal with his selfish bull crap anymore.

Although, there was this one time that evan wanted to spend some time with his older brother, so he sat down next to him and smiled at him a little. Let me tell you, Michael was PANICKING on the inside. He didn't expect his brother to even want to be around him, and he was scared that evan would get hurt again just from being in his presence. He didn't move or talk to evan at all. The both of them just sat next to each other in silence, so evan decided to break the tension by hugging Michael.

Here's a tiny fun fact: Michael doesn't like physical contact, it makes him very uncomfortable. This is mainly because William used to abuse him a lot to the point where he would flinch from William just touching his shoulder. So evan trying to give him a hug awoken some very bad memories(but also because Michael doesn't trust nor forgive himself for what he did to his brother). He didn't want evan to hug him, so he pushed him to the ground and immediately regretted it and left evan be for the rest of the day.

Another headcanon of mine is that both Michael and Elizabeth agree that evan is the most deserving out of the three of them. This is because at least out of the three of them, evan was the most sane and normal child in the family. To Michael and Elizabeth, Evan is the kindest and most wholesome soul in the world, and the two would give him everything if they could(and they would because they really care about evan)

Bonus 2:

Even though both evan and Liz are twins, evan had middle child syndrome in the family. So, because of this, Elizabeth would always give her twin brother extra attention all the time. Michael would leave gifts upon gifts outside of evans' bedroom door to make up for the fredbears incident(Evan tries to tell them both that he doesn't deserve all of this and that they didn't need to do so much for him. But they absolutely did, and evan absolutely deserves all the love and gifts in the world)

I'd also like to mention that both Michael and Elizabeth are protective as hell over evan(like if someone were to assault or hurt evan, the both of them would be behind the person with absolute death in their eyes). Evan is also protective over his siblings, but not as much as those two. Those two will go to the end of the earth for Evan.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf revival au #evan afton #elizabeth afton #michael afton #bite of 83 #the bite of 83

[rainbowdelicgalore]

Two Red Ferns (A Bride of Chucky Alternate Ending)

Warnings: Vomiting, Pregnancy, Childbirth

Genre: Alternate Ending/Fix-It Fic

Words: 2,803

"What would Martha Stewart say"?

"Fuck Martha Stewart! Martha Stewart can kiss my shiny, plastic bu"-!

Chucky and Tiffany were just in the middle of a fight over the dishes when a sudden feeling of nausea overcame Tiffany, making her feel so ill it even clouded her mind as she attempted to make it stop by standing still and holding her hand over her mouth.

This attempt was futile as Tiffany swiftly turned over to Jade's direction as the doll proceeded to vomit all over Jade's rope-bound lap.

Screams from the puke covered teen immediately filled the moving RV as Chucky started speeding over to his wife's aide, not caring to keep the gun he had on Jesse who was still currently driving, his hopes of escape evacuating as Tiffany "lunch" did.

"Tiffany!! Jesus Christ are you okay?! Goddammit, why didn't ya tell me you were gonna be feeling like this"?!

Chucky was currently checking over his ailing wife as she still felt nauseous and light headed, now all Tiffany wanted to do was lay down and just forget about everything.

"I guess you're right, Sweetface… I think I am a shitty baker"...

She chuckled, hoping that at least joking about one of the things her husband started their argument over would make them both feel better. Chucky sighed in response, feeling remorseful about trashing her baking earlier.

"No Tiff… I don't think it's that at all… I've been noticing how different you've been acting since this morning"...

He had been keeping it to himself to not seem too "soft" but had been noticing Tiffany was hiding herself frequently in the bathroom of the hotel and the RV. Hell, they had to pull over the van so many times for Tiffany before they found the RV. The one reason they took the RV was so Tiffany could have a bathroom at any time she wanted.

For the first time in a very long time, Chucky felt sheer terror course through his whole body as she started to help Tiffany up and pointed the gun he still had in his hand at Jesse and started to shout commands at him, partly to mask the fear he felt for his beloved wife.

"Pull over and clean this fuckin' mess"!!

The RV then came to a screeching halt, Jesse rushing over to his distraught wife Jade while the scar-faced doll helped his now fatigued wife walk over to the passenger seat in the front of the vehicle and sat right next to her on the car seat as well since they both were able to fit in there at once. All the while, he kept the gun pointed at the terrified teenagers to keep them under the killer doll's thumb.

After a while of Jesse cleaning up Jade's lap and Chucky continuing to sooth and rubbing Tiffany's side as she groaned in discomfort, Chucky signaled Jesse to get back to the driver's seat and start driving again. Having no other choice, Jesse reluctantly followed the stitch covered doll's commands and started to drive once more.

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As a half hour of the group driving down the dark moonlit highway, Chucky still kept the gun pointed right at Jesse while he rubbed gently on Tiffany's arm with the other.

Sweat began to drip down the gothic dressed doll's brow, she had began to feel slightly hot and her nausea started to stir again. All Tiffany could do was moan in great discomfort, this made the red headed killer's scarred up face furrow in deep concern for her well-being.

"Fuck Tiff… I'm sorry for ignoring you for this long"...

Chucky held her close as he whispered his apology.

"No… I should be the one saying sorry, Sweetheart"...

Tiffany reassured her husband with a tired smile, it falling as she continued.

"I was trying to hide… What was going on from you… I was scared"...

"Tiff… You gotta tell be about this kind of shit".

Chucky gently but firmly told Tiffany in response.

"Well, whatever you think is happening, it can't be that bad"!

Tiffany chuckled hesitantly as she started to get anxious over how Chucky would react, however once her scar-faced husband started rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand affectionatly, she calmed down and took a deep breath before saying:

"I think I might be pregnant".

With only six words, it caused the entire RV to fall into complete silence.

It had stunned Chucky into an utter stupor, his eyes as wide as the dinner plates that were in the sink.

He could not believe it, how could this possibly happen?

After a minute of pondering the question, he remembered their "endeavor" they had the night before. Well, that didn't matter to him anymore, all he cared about as his wife.

He then pulled Tiffany into a warm, tight embrace.

"Don't worry, Tiff… We can figure this out once we find out if you're right".

He then quickly turned to Jesse with a rage filled expression as he commanded the makeshift chauffeur in a loud, harsh and demanding tone.

"Take us to a store where we can find pregnancy tests, now"!

Fear now filled the teenage boy's body once again as he sped their vehicle along the dark road.

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It took another half hour for them to finally find a small convenience store that was on the side of the highway, it also seemed like it was made of old wood.

"Don't you fucking move"!

Chucky growled at the two hostages as both he and Tiffany stepped out of the RV and headed towards the store.

It was pretty easy for them to break in, all Chucky has to do was shoot the glass off the door to pass through and swiftly kill the owner who was manning the counter with a bullet in the head. After that, they both searched the store for what they came for. It didn't take long for Tiffany to find a pregnancy test, so she grabbed it and proceeded from the aisle to the bathroom that was in the employee's office behind the counter.

Meanwhile Chucky took the time he had to wait to check if Jesse and Jade were still there with their ride, when he came outside and saw no RV where he last saw, he began to panic.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT FUUUCCK"!!

The angered doll roared in a deep rage into the dark empty highway. Jesse and Jade had took the opportunity they had to finally escape. They were long gone by now. Grumbling in frustration, he dragged himself back to the store and started to pace outside the bathroom door, waiting for his wife to tell him whatever news they'll end up having.

It felt like forever to Chucky when Tiffany had finally come out of the bathroom, her eyes wide and her hand covering her mouth as her other hand quickly shoved the test into Chucky's grasp. Puzzled, he looked at the results as his eyes widened in the same manner as Tiffany's. It was positive, Tiffany was pregnant.

Chucky's mouth as agape as sheer surprise and shock overwhelmed his senses. This was replaced with worry over his wife as her eyes started to well with tears, fearing what Chucky would say, he gave her a tight hug.

"I don't care that we're dolls, I don't care about what's happened the past three days, I don't care that our human bodies and ride are gone now, I don't even want to be human anymore! All I care about now is you, Tiff! I married you, so I'll be with you through thick and fuckin' thin no matter what! I love you Tiffany, if we have to figure this all out we will. Plus if we stay dolls, it'll be a helluva lot easier to hide and get away with shit! Plus you don't get sick or old…! Just know that we can do this together"...

The gothic blonde started to cry in sheer emotion as she smiled and hugged her husband back.

"Oh Chucky, I love you so much… I'm so happy I have a tough, but sweet man like you, Sweet face".

She then gave him a passionate kiss they both locked into in an instance. It went on like this for a couple minutes until the part Chucky told her about Jesse and Jade finally started to sink in.

"Wait… What did you say happened to Jesse and Jade"?

Tiffany asked as Chucky nervously chuckled in response.

"Well"....

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It had been two days since Chucky and Tiffany had taken shelter in the convenience store until their child's birth. It only took a "closed for maintenance" sign they put in front of the door to keep what little cars that came down the road away from the store. Tiffany was currently in a makeshift bed they made out of random sheets found around the store's inventory, her belly being very swollen and plump. Thanks to voodoo pregnancy, she had been progressing faster than both of them could've ever thought.

Chucky had rarely left his wife's side as he was overwhelmed with the need to watch over her and keep her and his unborn baby safe and provided for, since the store already had food there, it made this task easy for him.

The read headed doll as sitting at the edge of the bed next to his wife, slowly and tenderly running his hand on her side as she laid there.

"How ya feelin' right now, Hun"?

Chucky asked Tiffany in a soft, sweet whisper that he rarely, if ever used with anyone.

"I'm doing okay, Sweet face… I just wish I could get up and walk by myself"...

Tiffany tiredly, but softly answered as she grunted at the discomfort her big baby bump was causing, it also caused her to be stuck in bed unless Chucky was helping her to the bathroom, making her feel restless on top of her other feelings she was having at this time.

In response, Chucky adjusted his position as he was now laying on the bed on his side. He then started to slowly and lovingly rubbing on the baby bump with his left hand, holding Tiffany's hand with his right.

"Could I have a talk with the kid before they pop outta ya"?

Chucky asked in a lighthearted laugh.

As Tiffany quietly nodded "yes", Chucky moved further down to her side, sitting up next to her rotund belly and laying his head and hands on there, careful not to put any weight on the surface. The to-be-father's stitched up face lit up and chuckled as ye felt their child kick and move around in his wife's womb. Tiffany softly smiled and giggled in joy as she watched, happy to witness this bonding moment.

"Hey there kiddo"...

Chucky whispered.

"God… I can hardly believe that you're gonna be here at any minute. I didn't even think I'd have kids, at least not at this point. I thought that I wouldn't want any at first… I guess deep down, that was only because I don't want to have your innocence taken from ya… like mine was… But I promise that your Daddy's here and will always protect you… I love you, kid".

Chucky then gave a kiss to his wife's belly as he rubbed it with both his hands for a few more minutes, the murderous couple both in pure bliss.

That was until a warm, wet sensation started to spread all over every surface it could reach, including the bottom of the stitched up doll's overalls.

As soon as Chucky felt the warm wetness touch him, he jumped up and off the bed as Tiffany started moaning in pain.

The realization soon hit the both of them: Tiffany's water broke and she was now in labor.

Panicked, Chucky started to prep for the impending birth, briefly stopping to give his wife comfort by giving her a kiss on her cheek and saying:

"It's gonna be okay, Tiff. I'm here… I gotcha".

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The labor had started in the late afternoon and as the grueling process continued, it had lasted into the night, the moon and a lamp in the office being the only light sources for the couple.

At this point Tiffany was in horrific pain, she felt like every fiber of her being was being torn apart.

"AAAAA FUUUCCCKK!!! CHUCKY… I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IF I CAN FUCKING DO THIS FOR"!!!

Tiffany wailed at the top of her lungs in sheer agony. Chucky held onto her left leg and rubbed it comfortingly as he checked the progress of the labor.

"I know it hurts, but I know that you can do this Tiff! I can almost see their head so we're almost there"!

And after Tiffany gave a few more pushes, a shrill cry rang out as their blood and fluid covered infant managed to plop into Chucky's arms.

Chucky sighed in relief as he cut the umbilical cord with his knife he kept in his overalls and cleaned up the tiny newborn, checking their gender in the process as he swaddled them in a soft cloth that was big enough to be a blanket.

"It's a boy, Tiff! It's a boy"!

The new father exclaimed in excitement, handing the newly wrapped bundle of joy to his tired, but smiling wife. This peace didn't last as Tiffany started to scream in surprise and pain as she felt more, contractions?

"C-Chucky… I think there's another one coming"....

Tiffany gritted through her teeth.

In disbelief, Chucky went back to the end of the bed to check. Sure enough, there was a second head trying to make its way out and into the world.

After a minute or two of even more pushing, a second baby came to existence as they loudly cried.

With a worn out face of relief and happiness, Chucky cut the cord and checked over the second infant.

"This one's a girl… Quite the mayhem she caused for a minute, huh"?

He chuckled tiredly as he wrapped his new daughter in another soft cloth for a blanket and handed her to his exhausted but overjoyed wife. Tears of pure joy streamed across her face as she looked into the eyes of her brand new little ones.

"Hello my sweet precious babies… I'm your Mommy".

She tenderly greeted as she gave both babies a soft kiss on their foreheads.

After cleaning up after everything again, Chucky slowly walked over to the unoccupied side of the bed and laid himself there next to Tiffany. He could believe they just had twins, two babies!

He stared in awe at the family he had managed to create, for the first time in his life, he was utterly amazed by life itself and what it could make.

"Could I hold one of them, Tiff"?

He asked in a shy voice he had never used before, ever.

Smiling, Tiffany sat up in the bed and handed the baby boy to her husband's nervously waiting arms, while holding their baby girl close to her chest.

Holding his baby boy close to his chest as well, Chucky nervously chuckled, looking into his son's deep blue eyes and smiled.

"Hey there kiddo… It's good to finally meet ya… I'm your Daddy and I'll always be here for ya"!

The new father laughed happily as he gave his son a soft kiss on the forehead, also having his finger be held by the infant's tiny hand.

"What do you think we should name them, Sweet face"?

Tiffany asked her husband with a soft smile.

"Well, since there's two, we won't have to fight much about names"...

Chucky joked back as he thought for a minute to come up with a name for his son.

"I'm thinking of the name Glen for him! What do you think"?

"If you're thinking of that, it reminded me of this movie we saw when we were teenagers! Maybe I could name our daughter Glenda if he's going to be Glen".

Tiffany's mention of that movie they saw so long ago made Chucky chuckle about the nostalgia of that memory, they both thought about it for a moment as Chucky broke the silence.

"I think that's perfect, Tiff".

"I think so too, Hun".

Tiffany then leaned towards Chucky and gave him one of their trademark passionate kisses on his lips, him kissing back in response. They pulled away as they both looked lovingly at their son and daughter, admiring every single part of their being, as if they were two beautiful red ferns.

To them now, being dolls, the fights they had, the bullshit they went through, none of it mattered anymore. They both had each other and their new little ones, that was all they needed.

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The End!

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[luke-o-lophus]

Trials, Errors

(Marc-centric, inside his thoughts, so prepare for angst. TW for deep dive into abuse, trauma, self harm, suicidal thoughts, panic attacks...the whole suite)

It's a wonder Marc has made it this far, into his thirties. When he'd stepped into teenage years, he'd never thought he'd survive this long. He doesn't remember very well what he felt back then, but he isn't sure if teenaged him had even wanted to.

His memories are just that, a mess. There's a splattering of good and bad in them. He remembers his middle school friend, that one guy who stuck with him for three years until their family moved away. Marc wants to reconnect with him now, he often wonders what he's up to these days. Did he marry, did he grow up to be an astronaut like he dreamed? Marc doesn't know; he doesn't even know his name anymore.

Marc remembers his first kiss when he was fourteen. The girl, again nameless, had kissed him on a sweet summer afternoon in late April. She'd held his hand gently; he remembers her soft lips and her big eyes and her pastel pink top. That's all he remembers, and a flash of her shy smile. But his mind blocks that train of thoughts if he tries to dig any deeper.

It feels wrong to have good memories from those years.

Marc often wonders why, why he refuses to forget. Why he must remember in meticulous detail everything She did to him, and everything he did to himself. As if he'll do some injustice to his younger self if he forgets and moves on. As if bearing the physical scars isn't enough, he must be a living memorial to that abuse. Maybe he worries that Steven will somehow get access to those memories and get hurt if he lets go of them even a tiny bit. A flimsy logic, maybe, but the best he comes up with.

It's a wonder Marc made it this far, considering he's survived by trial and error. Trying to be smaller, quieter so his mother doesn't get as annoyed with him. Trying to be cold, even rude, in school so nobody comes close enough to notice something is deeply wrong. Trying to stave of the gnawing, all-consuming urge to just end everything by toeing the line he wasn't sure he wanted to cross. A scratch here, a cut there. Trying to get safer, better at it. If Wendy noticed his skin bore more marks than She'd left him with, She made no mention of it.

Marc remembers being terrified, like a vaccum was sucking the air right from his lungs with every failed gasp. Dragging nails on the walls of his room, lips parted in a silent scream and begging for it to be over. Hugging the side of his study table for some comfort.

It's always been lonely, it'll always be.

Marc sips his coffee standing in the balcony of their new apartment. Steven had insisted on getting a flat with a balcony once they had the money to afford it, and Marc didn't have the heart to tell him the idea terrified him a bit. He stands a good foot away from the edge of the balcony. He knows what thoughts could intrude his mind if he leans any closer to the edge, a physical form of the line he's been trying to avoid for as long as he can remember. London traffic drones several storeys below, and the afternoon sunrays are too mild to give any real warmth.

It's a wonder Marc made it this far just by trial and error. He must have done some things right, he guesses. Like letting Steven in, like switching to an electric trimmer and throwing away the blades, like buying himself a nice chocolate cupcake on his birthday.

Maybe he'll dig deeper in his memories someday, maybe he'll get Steven to help him. Maybe cherishing some good memories from those years won't feel criminal someday.

All he can do is try.

#marc is a softy #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight #marvel #luke shares #marc spector centric #taruma #abuse #self harm #healing #past abuse #abuse recovery #read trigger warnings #suicidal thoughts #trauma survivor #childhood abuse #childhood trauma

[royaletiquette]

ya know!

A large reason why Hibiya's self-image is so fucked up, will just take the verbal abuse from other muses half the time, and has no middle ground between I'm a loser baby why don't you kill me and I'm the best, I'm gonna save this fucking family, is from working with yakuza.

As all teenagers who think they know better, Hibiya needed to be taken down a peg when he started working with them in place of his father. It didn't help being in his position that he was the only thing to take their frustrations out on because now they had to deal with that whole runaway mess, but Hibiya also barely knew what he was doing, just in general. Dealing with the courts, being the new face, all the panicked and sudden demands of him, but most importantly, not understanding his role in the yakuzas' business.

With their newfound partnership already leaving a bad taste in their mouths, he was "taught" through trial by fire in almost the most literal way possible. Ridiculing and cutting him down to size every chance they get to make sure he stays in a position where they want him, and that Hibiya didn't go thinking he's different than his father and could make do without them. Because of course he did, and they didn't have time to deal with a brat that thought he was an adult like them. It was a different kind of power imbalance he was experiencing, to say the least. So while Hibiya is more cooperative now, they know arrogance when they see it. They have let up on dogpiling on him all the time, but that's only because Hibiya has gotten better at not giving them the chance to.

With that constant need to be perfect or else having his nose rubbed in shit like a dog being his new normal, it's why being genuinely complimented and praised kind of fucks him up so quickly. Aside from nobles kissing up to him, it's never heard. Which of course it isn't, people in positions of power are always going to be upsetting other people. It's just in Hibiya's case, he all of a sudden goes from being a lazy pretty boy prince, to being the one in charge and is getting that disdain directed at him left, right and center, and was never adequately prepared for that kind of derision.

It's also why in his different uniform verse where he's the governor's kid, he's just a full-blown arrogant asshole because he has absolutely never had any form of humbling.

#i always sat on this thought and realized I never put it down #and now that i do. im seeing how this plays into his future verse smoothly #i do think while it is mostly verbal. thats kind of just up until they can get away with otherwise #headcanon #world building #it also makes me want to jump on fixing that college verse ahh #i love thinking about little pretty baby boy hibiya before his life was thrown in the dumpster. and #the fact that like. ya know the muse standard 'childhood trauma' is instead somewhat recent all things considered #not a bruise on his body or soul til he was like what 17?

[livfastdieyoung69]

Bones, Body, Soul.

A Jeff Hardy Story. (Ch.1)

Lemmy didn’t have a very hard time getting along with people backstage. Unless it was one of the lights people that was still mad at them for tripping over a wire and unplugging it right before they went live. Sorry, Jake. Most enjoyed seeing the familiar face of the teenager, who was now training to be a wrestler alongside their father as soon as they turned the legal age.

Vince had found the boys through a small wrestling federation they owned themselves, where Jeff had been lying about his age to wrestle with his older brother and signed them to a trainer with WWF after seeing their potential. Come to fine out, Lemmy had been working under the boys’ company as well and quickly signed them to the same trainer. As soon as both the boys were of age, they would be on the roster, along with Lemmy.

The Hardy's and Lemmy clearly got along, a huge connection between them from all of their time together in OMEGA. All of their training sessions were together all the time, the three seemed to have much more energy and will when they were together. Although Matt and Lemmy were great friends, it was clear that Jeff and Lemmy were attached at the hip and it was obvious as to why.

They had the same taste in music, clothes, humor, and were both a little dumb but made up for it in creativity and passion. They each even had a sweet southern drawl, Lemmy’s much heavier from their years in Texas, but Matt’s seemed to be fading slightly somehow. If you saw one, you saw the other. Lemmy had been taking Jeff and Matt backstage to watch their father and plently of other wrestling matches at shows that were nearby, but Matt had to take up a night shift so it was just Jeff, who only worked during the days thanks to his landscaping skills. As of now, Lemmy was dragging him by his hand as they ran through the hall in search of an empty locker room with a TV to watch the matches. Sometimes they were allowed to go out in the crowd, but the arena was sold out.

"So help me God, Dallas Austin, what'd I tell you about the goddamn running!" The rough voice of Steve Austin echoed through the cold concrete halls of the arena. The pair slowed to a quick walk as Lemmy yelled back an apology.

"Why the hell'd he call you Dallas, Lem?"

"That's my name dumbass! Lemmy's a nickname." Jeff came to a halt as they explained.

"You just didn't think to tell me that? Ever?" He asked with big eyes and a dramatic tone, dyed and frayed hair coming to drape over his shoulders.

"Well, I knew it'd come up sometime. Doesn't matter much anyways." After a shrug from Lemmy, they grabbed his arm again and kept walking. "Did you really think my name was Lemmy?"

"Why would I not, you told me that's what your name was! Hows that even a nickname anyways? It's your middle name or somethin'?"

"Don't have a middle name. Dad thought it messed up my name cause it's two cities in Texas and he wanted it to be Houston but it sounded weird- Dallas Houston Austin. He likes Motorhead and apparently, I'm a hell raiser. Y'know, the song?"

"What's that have to do with anything?"

"Lemmy Kilmister dude! He's the founder, singer, and bassist of the whole thing, he's real cool. C'mon, hurry up, I wanna watch dad take a Sweet Chin Music."

After watching a few matches in the empty locker room that you could somehow still smell the stench of B.O. in, Jeff and Lemmy were off once again. They decided to walk this time so it took a little bit more time to get back to the gorilla.

"Hey, Shawn!" Lemmy yelled from halfway down the hall, gaining lots of unwanted attention along with Shawn's.

"What's goin' on kid, lookin' for Steve?" The man looked over at her, a childlike grin planted on his face as they jogged over to him with Jeff short on their tail.

Again, a lot people enjoyed having Lemmy backstage but one of the first people they were able to befriend was HBK. Vince had taken a liking to the young kid the second they entered the backstage of one of they many WWF arenas and thought it would be funny to get them to do commentary for a few matches. A few matches turned into one after they called Shawn a pussy (their father thought it was hilarious but had to explain to Shawn that Lemmy didn't actually think that, they just really liked the Undertaker.)

"Nah, lookin' for you. Just wanted to say you looked real cool kickin' my dad's ass." The explanation coughed up a laugh from Shawn and a few others. "Would you mind letting him know that me and Jeff are gonna head home, though? I'm gonna sleep over at his so then we can all just head to training together.” Quick to try and deter from what they wanted, Lemmy started bombarding Shawn with questions about the nearest payphone and how they had to tell their uncle that they wouldn’t be home, only to be interrupted.

"Just cause I like you doesn't mean I'll lie for you, Lem."

"Oh, come on! We just wanted an ice cream, it won't take long! I'll buy you one if that's what it takes." While Lemmy tried to bribe him, Jeff groaned.

"You two have training bright and early, and if I tell Steve you're going home, it won't be a lie. I don't care who's house you go to as long as you get there in the next twenty minutes."

Finally giving up on convincing the man, Lemmy backs up and grabs Jeff's hand again and they went on their way. As they continued to walk towards the door in defeat, Lemmy shouted over their shoulder at Shawn, "I take it back! You looked terrible kickin’ my dad's ass!" just in time for Steve Austin to walk back from the locker room after getting ready for a segment.

"The hell're they talkin' about?"

"Who knows, man. Lemm seems to get along with those Hardy Boyz pretty good though, huh?” They both watched as Lemmy and Jeff made their way down the hall, quite literally attached at the hip, with each an arm around the others shoulder and feet swaying as the tried to keep in pace with one another, loud laughter echoing each time one of them stumbles, already over their icecream escapades.

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘specially that Jeff kid, he’s real good to ‘em from what i’ve seen. They’re good kids, glad Lemm’s finally got someone.”

#jeff hardy x oc #jeff hardy #jeff hardy x reader #stone cold steve austin #wwe imagine #bonesbodysoul #LIV writes;*!