#please let female actual play characters be bitches I am begging you

[respectissexy]

As a therapist who mostly works with traumatized teens, I find discourse about the Bad Kids weirdly triggering. Like, you think the 16 year old lesbian who escaped from a fundamentalist cult a year and a half ago should be nicer? Her current relationship with her god and religion should be unproblematic and she should be an ideal cleric? Jail for one thousand years.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #kristen applebees #please let female actual play characters be bitches I am begging you

[modelbus]

Hii! Can I request a Tommy x reader (romantic) where they’re just chilling at Tommys apartment together and she jokingly hits him with a pillow and runs off and he catches her and they start play fighting just lots and lots of fluff <33 she/her pronouns or they/them if you want

I am a sucker for fluff... I used a third person POV for this one! Let me know if you like it, or which POV you prefer.

Pairing: Tommyinnit x Female!Reader (romantic)

Fluffy Fighting

"You can edit more in the morning, please get some sleep." She begs.

Tommy, ever persistent on his editing conquest, doesn't even turn his chair around to answer. "I'll be done eventually."

"But at what cost?"

To that he doesn't reply. Although she knew Tommy loved YouTube and Twitch, this was taking it a bit far. Some of his subtitlers went on vacation so he decided to subtitle his video himself, but it was just taking forever. A whole day of editing! That meant she hadn't gotten to spend any actual time with her boyfriend despite having been invited to his apartment.

"You're going to fuck up your sleep schedule." She tries again, but to no avail.

Stubbornness was both a good and a bad trait, for this exact reason.

"I'll fix it eventually." He dismisses.

That's it. Grabbing a pillow from the bed, she stands and quietly approaches him. He doesn't spot her, so she hits him on the head with it.

Immediately, his hands stop moving on the keyboard and mouse. With a swallow, she backs up a few steps and drops the pillow. At least he's spun his chair around?

"Did you just hit me with a fucking pillow?"

"No?"

The way his lips are tugging up into a grin, ruining his fake frown, betray him. See, she knows that look. It was his bad idea look, his "I'm going to drag you into my bad idea look", and in general his mischievous look. So, like any sane person would, she turns tail and runs.

Within seconds she can hear him running after her. The thing about Tommy was that he was tall with long legs, meaning she was absolutely screwed.

“Get back here, bitch!” He yells.

She raises her middle finger in his vague direction, too busy rounding the couch to actually look behind her. When she fakes left he jolts that way, and when he fakes right she jolts the other way.

To her right is a half-finished Lego set, so she grabs a Lego and chucks it at him.

"Hey!" He yells, finding it and throwing it back. "Leave my Legos out of this!" After a second of a weird stand-off, he attempts to hop the couch. It’s more of an awkwardly slow tumble, sending her into laughter.

Unfortunately for her, he recovers quickly. Noticing a second too late she barely turns around before he’s grabbing her wrist and tugging her backwards. Arms wrap around her waist once she’s in range, trapping her in his embrace.

“I am going to suffocate you.” He announces.

“Wait, please, I have a family.”

“Not anymore!”

"I have so much to live for!" She fake sobs.

"Like what, bitch?!"

A small smile grows on her face, her next words glaringly obvious.

"Well, I have this boyfriend named Tommy who I'm pretty sure would like me to live."

"Well what if he doesn't?"

"...fuck. Didn't consider that."

Finally, Tommy laughs and breaks his character.

"Guess my boyfriend won't get kisses from me anymore." She hums, slipping out of his now-relaxed hold.

"Wait." He pouts. "I do want you to live!"

"Oh, in that case..."

She turns around to face him, leaning up for a kiss. After a second she can't help herself, and mumbles against his lips, "I win."

"What?" He laughs, pulling away with a faint blush.

"You aren't editing. I win."

"You tricked me!"

"Yup. And it worked. So you have to go to bed now, because I won."

"I didn't agree to that!"

"My rules."

"This is-" A yawn cuts him off halfway through, and he doesn't attempt to finish the sentence.

"Exactly. Come on, we can fall asleep to Moana or something."

"Moana is actually so fucking good."

"I know, I know."

Before she can head back to his bedroom, he steps closer again and kisses her again. Her hands go around his neck, his around her waist, and they sway just a little.

“Fine. Let’s sleep.” He finally relents.

Now that he's given up trying to resist, it only takes a few minutes for the both of them to find their way to bed. Moana plays on his laptop, but it's almost useless as they both find themselves falling asleep within minutes, curled safely into each other.

#tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #mcyt #mcyt imagine #dsmp #tommyinnit mcyt

[toorusluvr]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ NASTY: OIKAWA TOORU.

characters: oikawa tooru x f!reader

cw:  college au + cheerleading au (the reader is a cheerleader) shower sex + anger/jealous sex + degradation + exhibitionism + possesive oikawa + slight impact play + cunnilingus + unprotected sex + vaginal penetration + blowjob + oral sex + slight spanking + bratty reader (is oikawa a brat tamer? :p) + oikawa became loving and soft at the end ;)

wc: 3k

crossposted on my ao3 🤍

The sound of your teammates cheering snapped you out of your deep thoughts. Your mind was cloudy, filled with useless thoughts concerning the fight you were having with your boyfriend, Oikawa. Both of you got into a fight again yesterday. It's unfortunate when you needed his support the most on your important day. You were unsure what caused the conflict, but you did lose your temper, and so did he. Both of you are hot-headed sometimes, and it's not good for your relationship. However, both of you love each other and makeup after the fight.

But yesterday was different. This is your first time fighting with Oikawa before your big day. Today's event is vital to you and your team to make it to the next qualifier a month from now on. You sat on the wooden bench, fidgeting your fingers before you went out to the field and started performing. One of your closest friends in the team approached you after she saw how restless you looked. "Hey, we are gonna go out in 5. Are you okay?" Her eyebrows stitched when she saw how cold your hands got when she touched them.

You looked up and saw her concerned face. A small smile formed on your lips, "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go if y'all are ready." You got up from the bench and forgot about your boyfriend for a moment. You had to do your best to make it to the next qualifier.

Oikawa made his way in the crowds filling the bleachers. Even though he was in the middle of a fight with you, he would never forget your important day. He wanted to see his princess doing their best and made it to the top, just like he does. Oikawa knew his support means a lot to you, hence his presence today. Being in a fight will never stop him from supporting his girlfriend.

He sat in the bleachers, ensuring it's close to where you'll be performing soon. And he made sure you'll see him rooting for you in the bleachers. He's proud of you nonetheless.

The loud cheer from the crowd let him knew that his girlfriend's team would start performing. A familiar remix of Nasty x Body Party started playing and blasted all over the booming system around the huge field. Oikawa's eyes landed on you, right in the middle of your formation. You seemed not to have noticed him into a few seconds of the song. He looked at the short skirt you were wearing and the skintight top. God, did you look so stunning in his eyes.

At this moment, you knew too damn well the choreography for this remix is sexier than any other choreographies your team had for the previous months. Since you made the co-captain, your sidekick let you know how sensual and flexible choreography can dominate your team's dynamic movements. The song mixed well with the choreography.

Oikawa watched every inch of your body moved along to the rhythm of the song. His heart feeling nervous at how the boys were ogling your body and how badly he wanted to throw punches in their faces.

You looked at Oikawa in the bleachers, making sure he watched you every second of the passing time. The gaze he was giving you felt different than any other day. The loving gaze has now turned into a gaze filled with lust and anger. You flashed him a cocky smirk before your presence dominated the entire performance. Standing in the middle of your cheerleading team, you let the crowds clapped while praising your team endlessly. After the noise subsided, you made your way to the locker room.

A few of the football's guys surrounded you and your team, making it difficult for you to get past them. You pushed them away with a loud grunt, "What the fuck. Get away from me, you weirdos!" Your friend saw how infuriated you were, so she let you cooled down first before nearing you in the locker room later.

You walked furiously to the locker room, and just before you pushed the door open, a pair of hands quickly pushed you inside the locker room. All words have flown out of your mouth the moment you felt the familiar touch. Oikawa. Why is he here in the female's locker room? Couldn't he wait for you after you're done cleaning yourself up?

Oikawa led you to one of the shower stalls. He pushed your back against the cold marble tiles. "What the hell are you doing here, Oikawa? This is the girls' locker room. Get the fuck out of here!" you grunted while trying to break free from his tightening grip. "Let me go, Tooru! It hurts!" you cried out in pain. You could feel your wrist started to be in pain.

"Did you enjoy being the centre of attention? Did you enjoy the fucking nasty looks the guys gave you?" he spat out in your ears. His heart raced when his mind started to recall the events from earlier. How fuming mad he was when he overheard the guys' disgusting conversations about your cheerleading team. He wished to destroy them all. How dare they said that to his own fucking girlfriend? And they had the audacity to think they could have you? Assholes.

"Tooru! What the fuck are you talking about? Please let me go!" you begged. "What are you doing here? Please leave. They are going to come in soon!" you cried. The thoughts of your teammates caught both of you in the shower room together scared you. Oikawa's not supposed to be in here, yet here he was.

He ignored your pleas. "Oh, my angel, don't you care about how infuriated I was? How you turned me on with your choreography? And these outfits? Oh, baby, you should have known better" his hands snaked around your waist. He turned your body around so you could face him and see him straight in the eyes. He wanted you to know that he owns you, and no one else can.

Oikawa's brown orbs stared directly into your soul. Your expression right now is priceless. He loves how much control he has over you, especially when he's mad jealous. "Did you know what you just did to me, babe?" his fingers trailed over your smooth skin and your chin. He lifted your chin using his index finger before he lightly slapped you across your face.

"I got hard while you were dancing your ass off in the field. How does that sound to you, hm?" he whispered in your ears. Before you could open your mouth, the sound of your teammates cheering filled the once silenced locker room. "Shush, baby. We wouldn't want them to know, right?" he kissed you tenderly on the lips. "Turn on the shower, baby", Oikawa commanded.

You gulped, knowing too well where this is about to go. Oikawa stripped off his clothes and hung them neatly on the hook. When his right hand about to touch you on the face, you heard a bang on the door of your shower stall. "Hey Y/N! Are you in there?" you heard the familiar voice of your friend asking you from outside. Your lips trembled, eyes dilating when you turned to look at your boyfriend.

You cleared your throat, "Y-yeah, I am in here. I'm fine, don't worry. I need some time alone. You guys can leave first. I'll lock up later!" Your hands shaking when Oikawa touched your angelic face.

Your friend heard the shower running and shrugged her shoulders. "Mmkay if that's what you said. They're going to shower first before we head out. I'll let you know when I'm about to leave, though!"

"Okay!" your voice seemed small and terrified if they ever found out about Oikawa's presence in the locker room. You heard your friend's footsteps disappearing in the distance before the shower stall next to you started running its water.

"Now we can talk, hm?" Oikawa sucked on your sensitive spot just below your ears. A small gasp escaped your mouth when he nipped on your neck. You were sure he's gonna leave a lot of hickeys all over you by the time you guys are done. This is just the beginning to him, after all. Oikawa's lips travelled to your clothed breasts before his hands took them off of you.

You raised your arms higher for him to undress you. His large hands palmed your half-naked bosom. His slender fingers trailed over every inch of your skin before he inserted them in your beautiful mouth. "Suck", he commanded. You did as he told. Your lips wrapped around his two digits as your eyes followed his movements.

Oikawa pulled down your short skirt. The feathery touch of his fingers against your thighs made you shivered. You whimpered as you felt your whole body is soaked in water. Oikawa's wet hair made him look a thousand times attractive. He flashed you a cocky smirk before he crouched down on the ground. He spread your legs wider and touched you on your dampened cotton underwear.

"Mhm, my baby is always soaking wet", you heard he mumbled softly. Your fingers buried in his soft brown locks while he was savouring your taste. He pulled down your underwear and let it pooled around your ankles for a while. His pretty and pink lips started kissing your inner thighs that made you whimpered like a bitch in heat. "You're always so beautiful for me, love", you heard him said.

You felt his hot breath fanning over your core. He used his force to spread your legs even wider to bury his face in between your legs. "Beg for me, princess", he growled. His fingers toying with your slick folds. "Beg for me like the little slut you are", he spanked your thighs. And when he watched them jiggled, it only turned him on even more.

"Shit", you mumbled under your breath. "Please, Tooru" you made sure not to let anyone outside heard your voice. You were very cautious, but Oikawa did not. He smirked cockily, "Not loud enough, slut."

His fingers stroking your slick folds up and down, collecting your juices with his fingers to continue teasing you.

You let out a breathy moan. "Tooru, please. Fuck me like the little slut I have always been," you begged. You would have been so embarrassed if any of your teammates actually heard you begging to be fucked like a slut. "Please, Tooru. I promise I'll be good."

Oikawa let out sinister laughter. "Oh, my little slut. This pussy misses me that much?" He inserted his two slender fingers into your dripping cunt. You yelped at the sudden stretch and accidentally let out a loud whimper. You put a hand over your mouth as you rested the back of your head on the cold marble tile.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you agonizingly slow that you had to bite your hand when his pace started to build your orgasm. "Mmph", you muffled your moans with your hand. "Ah- Tooru", you whimpered. You looked down at Oikawa, who gave you another smirk. He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. His tongue laid flatly on your pussy, and you felt a long stroke of his lick.

Oikawa tilted his face to get better access of his tongue on your dripping cunt. His tongue gladly lapped every one of your sweet juices. Before he buried his tongue even deeper, he mercilessly toyed with your clit. You bit your lower lip as your orgasm slowly building up. "Tooru, I'm so near" you let out another breathy moan. He kissed your clit before switching his tongue to his fingers.

His thumb rubbing circles on your clit to stimulate your orgasm. "Ah- please, please please", you begged with such a small voice that sounded so pure yet sinful in his ears. "Moan, my fucking name, princess", he grunted.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Please, Tooru. I'm so near. Please.."

Oikawa rubbed on your bundle of nerves to the right rhythm that made your legs shake afterwards. And when you felt it coming, a loud gasp escaped your pretty mouth. You immediately covered your mouth while Oikawa smirked, seeing you being in a guilty pleasure.

"Hey, are you okay?" the person next to your shower stall asked out of concern. Your heart racing to the thoughts of being caught by your teammates.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. The water's just boiling! That's all!" you lied through your gritted teeth. You stared into Oikawa's eyes, "Please. We can't get caught in here."

Your pleas have never sounded so desperate. Were you that terrified? That only drove him to make you scream his name louder. He scoffed, "As if that's my current concern, baby. I don't fucking care."

Oikawa's stubborn, that, you have to admit. He's one cocky bitch, but what can you do? Ask him to leave when your cunt was begging to be impaled by his pretty cock?

You grunted softly. Your hands on both sides of the shower stall as you let out another deep sigh. "Fuck it. Tooru, get the fuck up," you said. Oikawa smirked when he knew what's your next move. He cockily laid his bare back against the cold marble tiles. He pushed his damp hair back to have a better view of his girlfriend about to give him head. You got on your knees and situated your face in between his legs.

Using your spit as the lubricant, you stroked his hardened member with your bare hand. Oikawa hissed at the sudden contact with your hand. And when your finger brushed over his slit, he let out a small moan. "Fuck, princess, if you messed this up", he threatened you. You rolled your eyes at him and started licking his cock up and down.

Your mouth has never felt so warm like it did at this moment. The beautiful look that's plastered across your face made him wanted to ruin you even more. The running water concealed the sloppy noise you were making while sucking your boyfriend's pretty cock. His girthy size made your jaw ached but did it hurt you so good.

Oikawa's hand kept on pushing your head down on his cock, eventually making you gagged. "Mmph!" Oikawa heard the muffled noises you were making. He couldn't simply care and continued pushing your head down. "Suck my cock, slut."

He's a pretty moaner, and the soft grunts coming out of his mouth sounded so pleasant to you. You could never forget how beautiful the noises he makes. You saw his face contorted with pleasure, eyes squinted, and his lips squirming. You scoffed, knowing too damn well that he's near, and you were doing a good job. Your free hand rubbing his inner thighs up and down crucially slow to help him to reach his climax faster.

When you felt his cock twitched in your mouth, you took his cock out with a loud pop. "I'm- fuck- I'm coming", Oikawa grunted softly as his hand tugged on your hair. You used your hand to pump his cock to help him finish. Before you knew it, his hot and thick spurts of cum landed on your face. Your eyes shut closed when you felt it hitting your face.

"Angel, you look so fucking beautiful", he praised you with his thumb caressing the sides of your face. He helped you to get up and cleaned his cum off of your face. "I have to reward my angel for being such an obedient slut for me today, hm?" he pulled your waist closer to his body. You gave him a flirtatious smirk, "You can do better than that, Tooru. Come on."

He scoffed, "And now you think you're in charge? Who the fuck do you think you are, slut?" he gave your cheek a harsh slap. The sound of the slap shocked everyone in the locker room, but they thought it was nothing, just the sound of people showering. You winced in pain, "Tooru, fuck that hurts."

He smiled in satisfaction. Oikawa pushed you against the cold marble tiles once again, turning the shower to maximum pressure. The water hitting his back and your naked body. He fondled your breasts with his bare hand before twirling your hardened buds with his index and thumb. You cried out in pleasure, begging him to go faster in your mind.

"Tooru. I need your cock. Please," you begged shamelessly. Oikawa laughed sarcastically before he attacked your lips with his. When his possessiveness takes control over his mind, he easily forgets to show you that you are loved. He forgot to kiss you and reminded you that you're lovely and beautiful today. All because his jealousy took control.

"Damn it. Sorry, I was harsh," Oikawa whispered in your ears after kissing you passionately. He caressed both sides of your face. His lust-filled gaze has now turned loving and softer than before. He kissed your forehead, "Sorry, baby."

You felt even guilty because you didn't say sorry before things escalated quickly. You grabbed his hands and squeezed them firmly, "It's okay, baby. We'll talk after this, alright?" You gave him a sweet smile, and it felt so nice to see Oikawa smiled again after being in a rage.

Oikawa gave you a quick nod before nudging your legs with his. He spread your legs wider so he could have better access. Spitting on his palm, he stroked his cock a few times before thrusting into you. You yelped when the stretch burned, but Oikawa shushed you and gave you time to adjust to the size of his cock. Your stretchy walls swallowed his cock with ease. "You can move now" you smiled bitterly.

He assured you with a sweet smile as his hips bucked into you. You slightly threw your head back when the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot deep inside you. You clawed on his flexing biceps. Crescent shapes started to appear on his fair skin. "Fuuuck, Tooru", you let out a staggered moan. "Harder", you begged. You threw your hands over his shoulders and made eye contact with him.

Oikawa placed another soft peck on your lips before thrusting back into you harder as you requested. With another sway of his hips, you matched your rhythm to his to ensure both of you got the climax you guys longed for. He alternately caressed the sides of your face to playing with your clit to make you cum faster. His other free hand squeezed around your throat, and you were such a good girl for him. Taking his cock so well and obediently.

"Fuck, you're so hot", he whimpered. He looked down to where his cock was swallowed by your pretty pussy. Oikawa slammed his hips inside of you again, making you screamed in pleasure. Your hands ran down on his back before scratching on it while your mind was clouded with indescribable euphoria. "T-tooru, it's too much", you moaned.

Oikawa bit on your shoulder when he felt he's so close to releasing his cum inside of you. He knew you were close when your tone changed, and he kept on rubbing on your clit. You chanted his name like a prayer, asking him to go harder on you while his finger overstimulating your clit. "Hm- please please, please, I'm so fucking near. God-" your incoherent babbles stopped when you felt your orgasm washed over you.

You let out a breathy moan after you finished. Oikawa looked at you and smirked, "Fuck- I'm near", he grunted softly as he slowed down his pace. You could feel his thick spurts of cum painted your insides. He buried his face in the crook of your neck after he came. You kissed the top of his head sweetly before cupping his face in your hands.

"I love you so much", you heard him said out loud. Oikawa's soft gaze looked straight into your eyes, and he kissed you on the lips tenderly. "I'm sorry for the fight we had yesterday. It was immature of us. Today's your important day, and I just had to ruin it."

You shook your head gently, "No, no, no, Tooru. It's our faults for acting like kids. We should have talked about it like adults. I promise we'll talk about it after we clean up and get the hell out of this place, yeah?" You chuckled lightly when you saw his lips slowly forming into a smile.

He nodded, "Yeah, let's clean up." Oikawa then helped you clean up, and only he came out of the shower stall fully clothed. You looked around the empty locker room. How long were you in there with your boyfriend? There's no way they would listen to your moans, right?

You dried yourself and put on comfortable clothes you stored in your backpack. You checked your phone and saw tons of messages from your friend. Your eyes widened upon reading her text messages. Oikawa peeked over your phone and laughed. "They caught us, huh?"

"I know you're in there with Oikawa. I saw he got into the locker room before we got in. Thank goodness I was the only one who saw him."

Sent 6.48 p.m.

"For fucks' sake, Y/N. Keep it down. The whole room can hear you. What the fuck."

Sent 7:09 p.m.

"We all just laughed and pretended nothing happened. God, you guys, are a disgusting piece of shit. Get a room, fuckers."

Sent 7:15 p.m.

"We're taking our leave. Don't forget to lock up. Oh, yeah, don't forget your birth control, bitch. Nasty ass bitch. Gross. Text me when you're done. ASAP!"

"Jk. Text me when you're home safely."

Sent 7:31 p.m.

You brought your hands to your face. Your face turned hot in embarrassment. Your greatest fear had just become real, and everyone in your team now knows how nasty you are. "God, Tooru, please, we can't do that again," you said silently. You bit on your fingers because you were so embarrassed by what had just happened.

Oikawa let out breathy laughter, "And I'll gladly do it again."  He relaxed his tensed shoulders, "Relax, baby. They won't judge you, trust me. Let bypast be bypast."

You looked at him in disbelief, "Bypast your head!" you gave him a knock on the head.

He laughed when you got mad at him. "God, I am so in love with you." He grabbed your hands and squeezed them firmly. "It's okay. They won't judge. Trust me, baby. Now, let's lock up and send you home."

The following day, your team gave you a questionable look on their faces. They teased the heck out of you, especially your friend. God, you have never been so mad at your boyfriend for ruining your image. But, it's a risk you're willing to take.

"Nasty", your friend teased you by poking your sides. You chuckled, "Yeah yeah, whatever."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut

[demonkidpliz]

Things I learned while re-watching Star Plus Mahabharata (Part 19/many):

Kansa’s death scene is A+, 10/10. 

Boy Krishna literally looks like Devaki!

I know where else I have seen Boy Krishna! He plays Pradyumna in Radhakrishna!

Arjun, Bhim and Drupad have no chill and I am here for this rage. Let’s keep this going until the war starts.

It is very sad that in Kalyug a woman has to fend for her own honour when ideally it should be a joint effort by men and women.

The only appropriate reaction to a man attempting to dishonour your wife was shown by Krishna and by Ram before him = decapitation. I will not be hearing arguments against this at this time.

We should not be resorting to war. WELL YOU AND YOUR NEPHEWS SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE THAT GAME OF DICE KAKASHRI VIDUR.

I am here for this Panchali. What did you decide? What did Madhav have to say?

Panchali is against the peace proposal and honestly I am on her side.

Panchali is 100% right. The decision to fight or not is Panchali’s. Not the Pandavas. Because for every action and reaction of men, it is the women and their children who suffer. She is 100/100 right.

At least she has Krishna on her side who has absolutely no qualms in pretending anything other than the fact that he really badly wants this war. This is literally what he was put on earth to do.

In the actual story, Duryodhan offers to put Krishna up in Dushasan’s palace which was allegedly bigger and better than the main palace. And Krishna declines because he wishes to stay in Vidur’s palace but StarBharat fails to show why. It’s because Krishna’s aunt, Kunti, lives with Vidur and I think it is the most natural thing in the world that he would want to stay with his aunt rather than with these random cousins by marriage.

I am sorry sweetie (Krishna) there is no dharm ka phool in Angaraj Karna’s heart. He's a social climber.

Aye hai laddoo Gopal really be here turning all this karela into laddoos.

Nice that they gave some screen time to Vidur’s wife. Now they need to do this 200x with all the female characters.

Krishna is…right? Yudhishthir should have been crowned Yuvraj the moment Pandu died and the Pandavas came to Hastinapur. Dhritarashtra was a placeholder king and his son cannot inherit this throne. It is a different matter altogether that Dhritarashtra was the rightful king and that they should have never crowned Pandu as king. 

Krishna coming at the Kauravas with one banger after another. Their behaviour towards Draupadi cannot be forgiven. And not just Duryodhan, every man in that Sabha was culpable.

Is Duryodhan really going to bind Krishna with those big ass fake looking gold chains? This seems like a bad idea.

Krishna is asking for five villages for the five Pandavas. But Duryodhan has nothing if not his principles.

Karna is sooo annoying. Oh my god, we get it. You would give your life for your rich pals.

At least Bhishma, Vidur and Dronacharya are showing some good sense now. Long overdue.

Oho! Even Dhritarashtra has the good sense to agree to this five village business.

Lol, I can’t wait for Duryodhan to try and imprison Krishna.

I’m also waiting for the needle’s head worth of land line. Will StarBharat oblige?

StarBharat has obliged! Duryodhan will not concede a needle’s worth of land.

Krishna looks...mildly discomfited.

Arrest this cowherd LMAAOOO 

The big ass fake looking gold chains are here.

The soldiers can’t even get up, let alone pick up the chains. How underwhelming.

Is StarBharat also going to show me the wondrous scene where Dhritarashtra temporarily gets his vision? Coz that would be cool.

Oh finally someone (Karna) has the sense to say that this is not how one behaves with a peace messenger.

Chal, gwale! I am ded 🤣

What happened to the Vishwaroop scene in the middle of the Hastinapur court??

Very attracted right now to moustached Krishna dressed like a guard.

Calm down, think of Jesus.

Is Krishna also dressed like Vikarna and Karna?

Accha, Drona also.

And Pitamaha.

This is fun! 

Mamashri Shakuni 😂

Kakashri Vidur. I could do this forever.

SRJ looks amazing as all these characters. Even Dhritarashtra.

Where did Krishna transport them? On the banks of the Ganga? Dwarka? 

Did Krishna strike Duryodhan’s thigh?

YAAAAS

Dhritarashtra can see the Vishwaroop! 

Apparently, after this, Krishna gave him the option of retaining his sight. And Dhritarashtra said that after having seen the Vishwaroop to see other sights on earth was simply not worth it. 

Should’ve kept his sight for the war but he has his satellite dish Sanjay.

Okay Krishna has left. This was anticlimactic.

Oh cool, Krishna is going to play the Kunti card.

I simply love Kunti’s character and every scene with Krishna and Kunti in the same frame is simply golden.

Kunti’s entire personality is so on brand with the no chill Yadav mood.

Please do not for one second pretend that you altruistically care about the child you abandoned at birth. You’re doing this to save the skins of the five sons you actually give a damn about.

At least Radha is slightly more realistic about Karna than Kunti is.

Radha and Vrushali are like, how do you know this, Vaasudev? Vaasudev (probably): I drink and I know things.

Nothing will astonish me as much as my progression in life going from a Karna Stan to an absolute Karna Skeptic.

Karna is a social climber. That is all I have to say on this topic.

The only thing admirable about Karna’s character is his loyalty towards Duryodhan.

Also, where is this conversation between Krishna and Karna taking place? On the banks of the Ganga? Yamuna? The sea beach at Dwarka?

Where is the big speech Krishna gives to Karna? Where he promised that Draupadi will marry him (HA, AS IF) and that Yudishthira will crown him King of Hastinapur (that fool might just) if he fights on behalf of the Pandavas.

Are all Radhas this terrible? Are they all hell bent on stealing for themselves things that do not belong to them? Why won’t this awful woman own up to the fact that she’s not Karna’s biological mom?

Okay Karna is back on the banks of this mysterious water body.

I will have you all know that Karna may be suddenly having feels for Kunti, but was totally okay to sacrifice her during the Varnavat episode.

Oh goddamn it, Starbharat! 

Hitting me right in the feels when I least expect it.

Karna thinking back to all the times he was with Arjun, not knowing that they were brothers.

I’m not going to lie. Karna is in an impossible spot. Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.

Now I am remembering why child me Stanned Karna so much.

I may not like Karna but at least I respect him for supporting Duryodhan.

I can’t wait for Queen of Resting Bitch Face, Kunti, to come and beg for her sons’ lives from Karna, when she literally does not give a damn if Karna lives or dies. Kunti knows which side her bread is buttered. Such a Yadav.

Oh this Karna-Vrushali scene is A+, 10/10. I really wish StarBharat gave more screen time to its women.

Okay I feel bad for Kunti also, mostly because I love Kunti. 

But let us not pretend that given a choice between her Parth and this veritable stranger, she will always always choose Arjun.

She had to do this for Kuntibhoj, her poor father, who loved her so much, who couldn’t have children and all he ever wanted was a child of his own, so much so that he begged Shoorsena to give him one of his daughters.

I think what’s worse is that Kunti knew. Right from the beginning. And she stayed quiet. That was not right. 

StarBharat really be here trying to make me feel for Karna again. Smh.

How tf will Karna be a Pandava? When Kunti wasn’t even mf married to Pandu when she gave birth to Karna?

Karna talking about Duryodhana while the Dharmecha shlok plays in the background. Chills.

I have a story called The tree stump on Karna, in case you are interested. 

Yeah Kunti f*cked up here. I support Karna. He is nothing but a prisoner of birth. 

Pretty big of Karna to ask Kunti not to tell his brothers. Uncharacteristic of a social climber. He’s not a bad soul, I guess. 

I don’t know if it’s Kunti’s dialogue or her acting or the background score but I am tearing up. No assholes here.

Kunti might as well cry because if Karna refuses to call her Mata until Arjun dies, she’s never going to hear it from him. Coz he will be dead.

It’s okay, Kunti, you can relax. You got what you came here for (ish).

#mahabharata #mahabharat #starbharat #starbharat recap #siwt

[ftslianne-blog]

            (  KIM  DOYEON  ,  CIS  FEMALE  ,  SHE/HER  )  did  you  just  see  LIANNE  RYU  pull  up  on  campus  for  the  new  semester  ?  they’re  the  TWENTY  ONE  year  old  in  DELTA  ZETA  ALPHA  right  ?  i  heard  they’re  a  TREASURER  .  it  makes  perfect  sense  because  they’re  RANCOROUS  ,  but  at  the  same  time  BEGUILING  .  i  wonder  when  the  black  sheep  is  going  to  drop  the  big  secret  that  they  PAID  OF  THE  PEOPLE  SHE  USED  TO  BULLY  TO  KEEP  HER  REPUTATION  INTACT  .  anyway  ,  i  constantly  hear  them  blasting  SPICE  GIRL  BY  AMINÉ  ,  tell  them  to  keep  it  down  ,  it’s  quiet  hours  .

            whew  ,  miss  doyeon  could  step  on  my  neck  !  hello  angels  and  gems  ,  i’m  koa  and  i’m  super  excited  to  be  here  .  i  love  a  good  greek  life  rp  ,  so  i  was  happy  to  come  across  this  in  the  tags  !  i’m  not  gonna  lie  ,  lianne  is  a  pretty  brand  new  muse  but  kind  of  a  mosh  of  characters  that  i’ve  played  in  the  past  ,  so  let’s  cross  our  fingers  that  all  goes  well  .  my  discord  can  be  shared  dependent  on  request  as  sometimes  it  doesn’t  want  to  let  people  add  me  ,  but  if  you’re  down  to  plot  in  the  dm’s  i’m  fine  with  that  too  .  i  have  a  link  to  some  connections  that  can  be  found  here  ,  and  at  the  bottom  of  this  intro  you  can  find  some  more  !  without  further  ado  ,  here  is  miss  lianne  ryu  !

BIRTH  NAME  :  ryu  do - hee  .  PREFERRED  NAME  : lianne  ryu  .   NICKNAME(S)  :  lia  ,  exclusively  . BIRTHDATE  /  AGE  : january  17th  ,  1999  /  21  . ZODIAC  :  capricorn  .   HOMETOWN  :  sherman  oaks  ,  california  (  take  a  peek  )  . GENDER  : cis  female  . NATIONALITY  : korean  -  american  . ETHNICITY  : korean  . HEIGHT  : five  foot  ,  eight  inches  (  5′8″  )  . LABEL(S)  : the  sovereign  ,  the  million  dollar  baby  ,  and  the  amaranth  . ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION  : biromantic  . SEXUAL  ORIENTATION  : bisexual  . OCCUPATION  : international  relations  major  at  ucla  ,  treasurer  of  delta  zeta  alpha  ,  and  outsider  hitter  for  the  women’s  volleyball  team  . LANGUAGES  SPOKEN  : english  ,  korean  ,  and  conversational  french  (  as  a  major  requirement  )  . POSITIVES  :  beguiling  ,  candid  ,  ebullient  ,  intelligent  ,  and  cosmopolitan  . NEGATIVES  :  rancorous  ,  haughty  ,  bull - headed  ,  unscrupulous  ,  and  sanctimonious  .

background  .

            bang  ji - eun  and  ryu  tae - ho  were  students  at  the  university  of  southern  california  when  they  met  one  another  .  tae - ho  was  a  human  rights  student  with  intent  on  becoming  a  lawyer  ,  and  he  encountered  the  beautiful  romance  language  and  literature  major  that  was  ji - eun  when  they  both  attended  a  peaceful  protest  .  the  two  wound  up  next  to  one  another  and  sparked  a  conversation  from  there  ,  and  once  their  protesting  was  over  ,  they  decided  to  go  on  a  date  that  very  same  night  .  their  relationship  was  something  of  a  whirlwind  ,  and  within  a  year  ,  the  two  were  eloping  at  the  courthouse  .  

            their  families thought  they  were  crazy  ,  especially  since  their  rings  consisted  of  little  cheap  ones  from  macy’s  (  and  tae - ho  proposed  with  her  favorite  food  )  but  it  was  that  shared  weirdness  that  kept  the  couple  together  .  as  tae - ho  worked  his  way  through  law  school  following  their  graduation  from  usc  ,  ji - eun  jumped  right  into  working  for  a  publishing  firm  .  the  couple  didn’t  come  from  a  wealthy  background  by  any  means  ,  but  they  were  living  comfortably  .  after  a  couple  of  years  of  marriage  ,  tae - ho  graduated  from  law  school  and  went  to  work  as  a  defense  attorney  .  it  wasn’t  an  easy  job  ,  but  he  loved  what  he  did  and  made  that  evident  in  the  work  that  he  did  .

            fast  forward  a  few  more  years  ,  and  ji - eun  has  moved  up  in  her  company  as  has  tae - ho  .  they’re  making  more  money  ,  and  they  make  their  move  to  the  beautiful  suburbs  of  sherman  oaks  .  they  work  hard  for  more  years  ,  and  just  as  they  enter   into  their  mid - thirties  ,  they’re  welcoming  their  first  and  only  baby  girl  into  the  world  .  they  decide  to  name  the  big  brown  eyed  baby  do - hee  ,  and  she’s  showered  in  their  love  .  her  parents  began  calling  her  lianne  from  the  time  she  was  a  baby  ,  often  switching  between  korean  (  where  they  called  her  do - hee  )  and  english  (  where  they  called  her  lianne  ,  but  sometimes  the  lines  blurred  )  .  as  lianne  grew  older  ,  her  parents  made  even  more  money  with  her  mom  becoming  the  editor - in - chief  of  the  publishing  house  and  her  father  becoming  one  of  the  most  sought  after  defense  attorneys in  the  los  angeles  area  .  

            for  lianne  ,  that  meant  growing  up  with  whatever  she  wanted  .  however  ,  her  parents  were  still  quite  hands - on  with  her  ,  so  she  was  never  left  in  the  care  of  nannies  .  she  grew  up  doing  everything  she  could  imagine  ,  but  that  didn’t  stop  her  parents  from  putting  her  in  different  week  long  camps  over  the  summers  .  she  tried  her  hand  at  tennis  camp  ,  basketball  camp  ,  ballet  camp  ,  and  even  a  stem  camp  ,  but  when  she  was  in  middle  school  she  attended  a  volleyball camp  right  before  her  seventh  grade  year  .  she’s  been  hooked  ever  since  .  lianne  always  made  sure  to  keep  up  her  grades  while  playing  because  she  never  wanted  to  miss  a  game  ,  so  it  was  no  surprise  when  she  obtained  a  partial  athletic  scholarship  to  ucla  !

            during  her  high  school  years  ,  though  ,  it  was  no  secret  that  lianne  was  at  the  top  of  the  social  ladder  .  she  played  a  sport  ,  was  whip  smart  ,  and  was  student  body  president  so  it  wasn’t  all  that  shocking  for  her  to  be  mean  to  the  students  around  her  .  it  wasn’t  necessarily  on  purpose  ,  but  she  can  be  quite  domineering  at  times  .  she  didn’t  know  how  to  take  no  for  an  answer  despite  not  being  ridiculously  spoiled  as  she  grew  up  ,  but  she  was  also  in  the  mentality  of  being  an  only  child  so  she  ultimately  did  get  what  she  wanted  .  she  definitely  wasn’t  the  bully  that  got  onto  people  about  their  lack  of  money  ,  but  she  was  definitely  going  to  get  in  your  face  about  voting  for  her  for  something  she  was  running  for  until  you  stuffed  the  ballot  with  her  name  .

            lianne  is  an  international  relations  major  at  ucla  and  she  joined  delta  zeta  alpha  during  her  sophomore  year  ,  and  worked  her  way  to  becoming  the  treasurer  of  the  srat  .  she’s  super  into  her  major  and  will  probably  go  off  to  work  in  politics  as  a  political  analyst  ,  or  she  might  pull  a  meghan  markle  (  also  an  international  relations  major  )  and  dismantle  a  royal  house  .  you  know  ,  icons  only  .  that  being  said  ,  she’s  still  relatively  new  so  i’m  still  working  out  some  kinks  ,  but  that’s  the  gist  of  my  daughter  !

headcanons  .

she  cruises  around  los  angeles  in  a  white  volvo  xc60  .  we  love  a  practical  queen  .

she’s  been  playing  volleyball  since  she  was  in  middle  school  ,  and  has  stuck  with  it  ever  since  .  she  does  club  during  the  summers  to  remain  in  shape  ,  but  she’s  sad  that  it’s  coming  to  an  end  .  

some  people  don’t  think  she’s  an  international  relations  major  because  she  wants  to  be  ,  but  she  does !  

that  being  said  ,  she  doesn’t  dress  as  conservatively  as  most  business  majors  but  she’s  very  serious  about  her  major  .

she’s  100%  based  on  red  head  doyeon  at  this  current  moment  but  black  haired  doyeon  is  gonna  make  an  appearance  once  i  get  tired  of  it  lmao  .  

a  tennis  skirt  enthusiast  .

she  uses  way  too  many  emojis  in  her  texts  and  that’s  never  going  to  change  .

she’s  most  comfortable  in  her  own  space  ,  but  she  likes  being  around  other  people  as  well  .  her  favorite  thing  to  get  food  from  is  leo’s  taco  truck  and  that’s  probably  never  going  to  change  .

personality  .

overall  ,  lia  is  a  girl  who  knows  her  worth  and  isn’t  going  to  let  you  forget  it  .  she’s  really  smart  ,  but  not  in  an  annoying  way  ,  and  she  definitely  won’t  dumb  herself  down  for  anyone  .  she  likes  to  have  fun  and  when  she’s  out  for  the  night  she  definitely  won’t  be  thinking  about  school  ,  but  if  she’s  studying  ...  don’t  even  ASK  her  to  go  out  .  you  gotta  have  a  solid  work  /  life  balance  ,  y’know  ?  very  headstrong  and  it  takes  a  lot  to  admit  that  she’s  wrong  ,  but  she’s  also  the  worst  person  to  cross  ,  so  be  careful  !  she’s  fun - loving  and  she  isn’t  an  outright  bitch  for  no  reason  ,  but  she’s  not  gonna  take  that  and  just  sit  back  with  it  .  she  barks  back  .

desired  relationships  .

            as  for  some  connections  ,  i’d  genuinely  love  just  about  everything  !  i’ve  listed  some  specifics  down  below  ,  but  if  you’d  rather  work  based  on  chemistry  or  if  you  want  to  simply  brainstorm  we  can  do  that  !  also  ,  if  you  had  anything  that  you  wanted  to  do  ,  please  let  me  know  !

a  best  friend  !  they  don’t  necessarily  have  to  be  from  delta  ,  but  honestly  someone  who  she  gets  along  with  the  best  and  who  she  can  really  be  herself  around  .

i’d  die  for  an  enemy  /  rival  ?  someone  who  she  genuinely  does  not  vibe  with  or  like  at  all  ,  and  there’s  really  no  way  of  them  ever  becoming  friends  .  they  probably  subtweet  each  other  or  be  really  shady  on  instagram  ,  but  they  feed  into  their  dislike  for  one  another  and  probs  let  their  friends  hype  them  up  sometimes  ?  i  don’t  want  to  godmod  the  plot  ,  but  it  could  it  could  be  fun  !

some  generic  things  like  friends  with  benefits  ,  gym  buddies  ,  high  school  friends  ,  confidant(s)  ,  good  or  bad  influence  ,  one  night  stand(s)  ,  ex(es)  ,  enemies  with  benefits  ,  and  frenemies  .

ooo  ,  a  squad  from  high  school  !  maybe  they’ve  since  drifted  a  part  or  they’re  still  as  close  as  ever  ,  but  omg  reliving  high  school  memories  🥺  .

alright  i  am  a  lover  of  any  and  everything  written  in  angst  ,  so  please  give  me  an  angsty  exes  thing  so  i  can  hand  you  my  heart  on  a  silver  platter  !  

a  slow  burn  /  will  they  ,  won’t  they  would  be  so  much  fun  too   ESPECIALLY  if  there  are  extenuating  factors  on  why  they  can’t  be  together  and  ugh  .  please  rip  my  heart  out  i’m  actually  begging  you  to  .

#rushqs:intro #bullying tw #bully tw #just to be safe ! #i still need to make snap icons ... [ ninki minjaj vc ] yikes !

[tinalostgirl]

Chocolate Factory | Tauna

Who: Tina Cohen-Chang & Fauna Flanagan @faunaflanagan

Where: Hallway of Main Building

When: Tuesday; In between classes 9.8.20

What: Bingo - Threaten Someone + Role play as Willy Wonka/Oompa Loompa

Fauna had a feeling this orange face paint was going to be a bitch to get off. But if she managed to complete her bingo card then it would be worth it. She looked out for Tina, ready right feel threatened.

Tina felt ridiculous. Not to mention, it was hot as balls outside. The wig was hot on it's own but mixed with the hat and the overcoat, she was sweating buckets. But she didn't really mind it as she searched the halls for Fauna. At least other people around them seemed to be doing things that were just as weird as them, but not as noticeably weird. She spotted the orange face paint and knew that's the direction she needed to be going in. At least pretending to threaten someone was far better than actually threatening them. At least Fauna was in on it. She marched up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and slamming her into some lockers. "I thought I told you to clean up the factory before leaving!" Tina yelled at her in the best Willy Wonka impersonation she could muster.

It took everything in Faunas entire body not to burst into laughter when she saw Tina. She was so glad that she had mostly been filling Rorys ridiculous card with her friends as there was no way she could have taken it seriously from a Dom. When she hit the lockers she let out a little squeak of surprise. “I’m so sorry Mr Wonka, I had to meet my Lompa family for a meeting.” She responded, making something up on the spot.

Tina was fine when she was on her own, but getting to Fauna and finally locking eyes with her friend had her breaking character in minutes. It was a good thing this didn't have to be perfect. She didn't see any other reason while doing this particular scene other than it was fun and ridiculous. And she needed fun and ridiculous right now. When she finally pulled back her laughter, she furrowed her eyebrows. "You had to meet your Loompa family, huh? Tell me why I shouldn't drown you in a chocolate river or turn you into a blueberry right now, huh?"

Faunas lip wobbled as she struggled not to giggle, especially since both of them had gone all out with their costumes, she supposed that was the theatre kid in them both. When Tina laughed she also laughed, having to look away to compose herself. “I’ll work double as hard Mr Wonka, we’ve all been composing some amazing new songs for you and Mr Bucket. Please don’t drown me!!”

This really was going to be a struggle of they both kept laughing but she wasn't going to complain about the fun they were having. "But did I ask you to do that? You had one simple task, Oompa. How many times have I told you to CLEAN UP THE FACTORY BEFORE YOU LEAVE!" Her screaming came out as more shrill than threatening, but it did the job. "So I won't drown you, but what if I throw you into the trash shoot instead. Or better YET, I could just force you into the t.v. Then you'll never get to see your Loompas again."

“No Mr Wonka, you didn’t ask me that.” The currently orange girl replied, biting her lip as Tina continued to yell at her. “Mr Wonka I swear I’ll scrub the floors until they run orange. Just don’t separate me from my Loompas, they need me! They shall surely starve if I am gone!”

People were starting to stare and she could hear a bunch of 'what the fuck's' being murmured which made her façade really start to crack, but she was determined to get to the threat before they were through with this. She had to give it to Fauna for being just as committed as she was. Tina slammed her fist into the locked behind the Oompa Loompa. "If you pull a stunt like that again, you will never see your Loompas again, you understand me? I'll stuff you in that glass elevator of mine and shoot you through the roof. Got it?"

If you were going to claim that your favourite kink was roleplay then in Faunas book you had to be the best at roleplay. So despite the urge to start laughing again, she persisted with her terrified act raising her arms in surrender. “I understand Mr Wonka, I’ll never ever leave early again. I’ll stay late in fact. I’ll stay as late as you want.”

It was easy in her costume to see the scene through to the very end. As the other girl cowered and begged for another chance, Tina (as Willy) stepped back and brushed down her suit. "Alright, Loompa. One more chance. I'll give you one more chance. But that's it." Tina tipped her hat and pointed towards the end of the hallway. "Get out of here before I change my mind."

Fauna pretended to heave a sigh of relief when the other girl moved back from her. “Oh thank you Mr Wonka, you are so very generous. All Loompa kind are so very lucky to have you.” She called, and then scurried away when Tina realised her. Finally letting out a further set of giggles that she was sure were going to stop anytime soon

As Fauna ran away, the crowd started to disperse and she made like she was going to go the opposite way, but she just ended up chasing after Fauna. She had already broken down into a fit of giggles by the time she reached her. She scooped her up from behind and lifted her into the air. "You were amazing, you crazy girl and your costuuuume. Amazing." Tina fell to the ground and took off her hat, but left the wig on. "High five, we killed that."

Fauna squealed in a delighted manner when Tina lifted her up. “I was amazing? No you were amazing. That performance was straight Tony winning. I can already see you as the first female chocolate factory lead.” The brunette giggled, raising her hand for the biggest high five. “That was too much fun.”

"How about we were both amazing. This was so worth it, even without the points." Tina couldn't believe she was saying that, but Fauna really made this enjoyable for her. "And at least I've got one of my Halloween costumes already. I'm gonna wear the hell out of this little number." And looked down at herself, swinging the hat in her hand. "And I'm definitely keeping this on for the rest of the day." Tina stood up and held her hand out to Fauna. "C'mon. I'll walk you to your next class."

“It was 100% worth it, we’ll need to get a selfie together in this ensemble.” The Irish girl agreed. “You know what I’ll stay orange for the day too, can’t wait to see what Sawyers lips look like when he kisses me.” She giggled taking Tinas hand and letting her take her to class.

#bingo20 #( bingo 2020 ) #fauna #para: fauna #para: welcome to my chocolate factory

[cilliansaccent]

The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 9

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!! 

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 2,928

!!Warnings!!: None.

Date: August to December 2016

Chapter Name: ...And Cruel.

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela hangs out with her bestie for the next four weeks, having a great time. But at a Christmas Party, all of that good joy and happiness shatters to pain and heartache...

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By morning, Gabrijela called up Lucia and called her over for breakfast. She was there in less than fifteen minutes and she let the girl up. Gabrijela had already finished cooking, "Goodness, does it smell good." Lucia smiled and hugged her. "Thanks. Been practising." She smiled. She had cooked up eggs, bacon, mushrooms and pancakes were wrapped up in foil to be kept warm. They ate in silence and Lucia helped her clean up once they were done. Then when they had their hot cocoa they sat at the couch together, "I need to ask you something." Gabrijela started. 

"I know. Yesterday," Lucia sighed, looking down at her cup then back up. "I want to apologise for that. I was being mean and rude, no other reason." Gabrijela nodded, "Logan didn't feel comfortable at all. And neither did I, especially with that last comment you made about whether this lasting or not." She frowned, "That hurt." Lucia reached over and took her hand, "And I am deeply sorry for that. Let me make it up to you." Gabrijela smiled a little, "Alright. You can totally make it up to me." After that day, the girls spent each day together. They did plenty of shopping, Lucia was a bad influence when it came to shopping and Gabrijela had to watch her spending even if she had a lot of money still. They did the usual tourist things, Buckingham Palace, the London Eye and all that. Bought souvenirs for home and their friends and went on organised tours. Gabrijela had learned Lucia was here for a break of University. She had stated it was too hectic and would be here till early December. Lucia planned to stay here for a month, then return to Spain to see her extended family before she would come back here and spend the two last weeks with Gabrijela in December It seemed odd, Gabrijela thought but she didn't care. She had her best friend here with her. So the next few weeks were busy, Gabbie balancing out her new work and life with Lucia. Clubbing, getting wasted over the weekends and having the absolute fun. Logan had occasionally tagged along with some of his mates, which was fine but Gab couldn't get a little overprotective. Especially when Lucia always eyed him like a meal. But she didn't pay much attention to it, Lucia wouldn't hurt her like that. Overall, Gabrijela had missed her best friend a lot, missed just being herself and acting like a bunch of mad women laughing and all that. It was good to let go but she still kept in mind she was with Logan and kept herself distanced from any men who tried to hit on her. As the months wore on, Gabrijela was busy working away. She had a good balance of her work and romance with Logan. She was happy finally, and even got to see Cillian almost every week. Just either dinner or coffee or catching a film together. Life for her was good. She was in a good mindset after so, so long being in darkness. By December, after long hard working through her new work and being with Logan for almost five months now, Logan had organised a small Christmas Party on Saturday for his buddies from work, so Gabrijela brought Lucia along before she was to fly out in two days. The pub was decked out in Christmas decorations and a live band played classic Christmas music that made it warm and cozy despite the cold temperature. Gab had changed into a mini tube skirt with an ugly Christmas sweater on top. It was the theme for tonight and Logan had an equally ugly sweater. "And yet you still look so delicious." Gab grinned up at him and they kissed. "I always look good in everything." He said, keeping an arm around her waist. "That's true." She nodded and they joined the group of friends. Lucia was chatting with a guy, clearly, she was trying to see if he could go home with her. The night dragged on, people danced and drank and drank and... drank. Gabrijela was talking to some of the girls outside and decided to head back in with them as it started to rain. But she wasn't feeling tonight, Logan had been... off the whole time. Even when they had met up during the week. Especially when Lucia was around. "Where is Logan?" She asked one of his mates. "Gone to take a piss." He replied. Gabrijela nodded, but her senses or whatever you called it was telling her something was up. Everything was wrong tonight. So she headed to the toilets, she was slightly shaking as anxiety rolled through her. She didn't want another attack, she hadn't had one for a long time and that was during and after the messy break-up with her ex. Some girls were laughing as they left the female toilets, "Fucking disgusting huh? Can't fucking shit in peace with that noise." Gab watched them go and could hear something inside despite the loud music. As she walked in the sounds were... muffled, soft moans came from the last stall. She could see the shadows below it. As she neared she heard it, "Logan." A soft female voice she knew too well. But she wanted it to be untrue and she pushed the door open which was unlocked. "Hey! Someone is-" When the door opened she saw Lucia and Logan. His pants at his ankles and her legs around his waist. It was exactly how Lucia had explained to her how she found her ex with a woman. "Gabrijela." Lucia hastily fixed her skirt as Logan fixed his pants, "I-I'm so sorry. Oh god Gabbie." "No." She snapped, tears falling down her cheeks, "No! You don't get to fucking call me that! You don't!" She screamed. "Please, baby, fuck I-I'm sorry she just-" "You shut the fuck up. Just shut up." She whimpered, her heart was ripping to pieces. She felt the darkness of her pain swallowing her up once more. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god." She repeated, running her fingers through her hair, gripping the strands. She paced around, "Fuck, what is wrong with me huh? Huh? I-Is there something wrong? What don't you like about me? A-Am I to fat? Do I have to small size breasts?" She looked at Logan, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" She screamed in absolute pain. Logan looked away, regret in his features. "Fucking trusted you. I opened my heart to you. I let you in." Her voice dropped into a broken whisper. "You cheated on me. How long huh? How long?" She looked at Lucia. "Tell me, how fucking long have you two been messing around hm?" "Four months." Lucia winced when Gabrijela let out a pained whine. "Oh wow. Wow, so I've been riding a fucking used cock that was used on a bitch. Wow. Just fucking wow. Lucia, you are so fucking horrible, you know that? You wanna know something Logan, yeah? You ain't the first fucker she's gotten her hands on. She's done it to the other men who were taken. And now, I've had enough fucking looking after you Lucia. You have no sense of personal space and you ruin everyone's lives. You almost did it to Elijah. But at least he was the better man and stopped you." Gabrijela said with such venom Lucia looked down. "I-I'm sorry. Please don't leave me alone, I beg you. I'll make it up-" She whimpered as she stepped to her. "No. No way. It's over. No more will I stand back and let you trample over everyone's lives. You'll learn that one day, fucking someone's partner is not a thing that should be laughed about. I can't believe what moron I was to even stick to you. I only stayed because you had no one else. But now, this is the line I draw entirely." And with that, she left the bathroom, tears and makeup running down her cheeks. She didn't care if it was raining she just needed out. Away from this place. She cried, but no one would know as it was pouring down. Gabrijela came to a park and she sat under a gazebo. She was shaking, it was so cold. But she didn't care. She cried her heart out. Her phone buzzed and buzzed but she ignored it. Only after she stopped she pulled her phone out, Lucia had sent her messages and missed calls from Logan. But she didn't want to speak to them at all. Shivering, she rang up someone else who would listen to her. She waited until the phone was picked up, "Hello?" It sounded like Cillian had just woken up from his sleep, voice heavy. "C-Cillian." She sniffled, the rain had eased off now. "Gabrijela?" He sounded more alert, "Are you okay? Gab?" "I-I'm not Cillian. I... Please pick me up. I-I'm so scared." She started to cry again. "Shh, don't cry hey. Look around yeah? Where are you?" He asked, there was some shuffling and it sounded like he was getting dressed. Gabrijela sniffled and checked her phone for the maps and told him. "Okay. I will be right over. Stay where you are, okay? I won't hang up." His voice was gentle. She nodded, "Okay Cillian." He spoke to her about filming and what was happening as he got into his car. He carried an extra jacket as he sped down the road to the park she was in. It was about twenty minutes and the rain had begun to fall hard again. He parked and ran through the semi-dark park and found her on the gazebo. Gabrijela stood when he came over and she wrapped her arms around him, crying into his chest. He wrapped the jacket around her and held her close. "I got you." He said, a hand on the back of her head. "I'm right here. Oh, darling. Come, let me take you to my home." He murmured. He held her close as they made their way back to the car, he helped her in and he got in and drove off. His home was almost how her apartment looked like. But he had a whole three-story all to himself. He had Christmas decorations up, a Santa light in the bay window. Cillian helped her out of the car, through the iron gates with a pretty garden and up the stairs to the wooden door. Once inside, they were greeted with a narrow hallway that looked like it led to the kitchen and the small dining room. A set of stairs went up to the second floor, and on the right was an open door frame that went into the living room. It was all warm tones, it was cozy and like in a cabin in almost. She spotted photos of him and his family on the little table in the hallway. "Let's go upstairs. You're shivering." He said. Up they went and into his bedroom that took most of the second floor. It overlooked the back garden, it had a large king-sized bed with deep blue sheets and a white throw. It was messy as if he had kicked it all off. He got her to sit on the bed, "I'm going to make a bath, okay? Just wait here." He said as he left the room to go to the bathroom. She sniffled as she looked around, the bed was wooden and had a shelf like backboard that had stacks of books inside it. The wall was dark blue with the other three being an off white colour. Light oak coloured floorboards with a grey carpet at the foot of the bed. Directly across from the bed was a small balcony. From where she sat, across her was a tall bookshelf that had a mixture of books and little statues and photos of him and more of his family. When she turned to look behind her, there was a dresser beside a floor to ceiling window with heavy drapes the colour of storm clouds. And further next to the bed was a small walk-in wardrobe, the light was still on. The room was nice, sleek and cool. Much like Cillian. She smiled at the thought. It even smelled like him. He came back in, carrying a packet of wet wipes and a towel. "Bath is filling up," He said as he sat beside her, "May I?" He held the wipe as if to clean her face up. "Okay." She nodded. He gently began to clean her face up, wiping her eyes and lips and cheeks. "I'll go check the bath." He said and stood, "You can undress, I left the towel there." He smiled and left. She stood up and slowly took off her clothing, neatly leaving it in a heap as she wrapped the fluffy towel around herself. A knock at the door, "Come in." Gabrijela called. He came in, "It's ready. Come on." He gestured for her to come over. He took her into the bathroom. It was cute and simple. It had white tiles halfway then a grey/green/blue coloured wall the rest. The white claw tub that was also a shower was right across, a large window that looked down to the garden below. To the right was a dark brown vanity and white bowl atop. A huge mirror above it. The floors matched the dark colour of the vanity with a plush carpet in the middle. "Fancy." She murmured as she came over to the bathtub that was full of bubbles. She giggled. "I knew bubbles would make you smile. You told me you liked bubble baths." He said, a hand on her back. "I did. Thank you, Cillian." She looked up and gave him a smile. "Any time." He said. "Get in and get comfy. I'll go downstairs and make some tea." He said. She nodded and got in after he had left. She moaned softly and sunk in further, she had kept her hair up in a bun as it was almost dry now. She didn't want to get it wet again. She could feel her body warming up now, but she felt a chill within her. She was going to get sick. Shutting her eyes, she tried not to think of what happened tonight. Tried to stop her heart from breaking any further. But it was hard, she had worked so hard this year, dove into her studies more fiercely and focused more on her happiness. She couldn't believe Lucia would do this to her, but then again... she was stupid to even believe her. She had hoped she would be a better person, but it seemed she wasn't. Tears began to fall again just as Cillian knocked on the door. She quickly washed her face, "You can come in." She called as she watched him enter with two teas. "How is it?" He asked as she set the tray on a little table. "Perfect." She smiled as she held out her hands for her tea, he handed it to her. "Good. I made earl grey, something-" "I told you. Yeah. Thank you, Cillian." She sipped her tea and shuddered, "Yum." She murmured. He sat on the toilet seat, he was dressed in long flannel pants and a white shirt. He had changed it seemed. They stayed silent as she drank her tea, she knew he wanted to ask what happened but she wasn't ready to speak about it. "I uh, I have a long-sleeved shirt and some pants, if you want to wear that. And socks. That's all I can offer." He laughed softly. "That is fine by me. I'd like to be surrounded by you tonight." She whispered as she handed her empty cup back. "I'll bring it in," He said and left and returned with the clothing. Then left again so she could have some privacy. She got out and dried up, combed her hair with her fingers and changed into the clothing he gave her. It was soft and warm. She used the mouthwash and the cup before she cleaned it. She trudged out to the bedroom where he was fixing the bed. "Hi," She said softly, she had puffy red eyes when she had looked at herself in the mirror. "Feel better?" He came over, reaching up to brush his fingers along her jaw. "Yeah. Much needed. Thank you, Cilly." She leaned her cheek into his hand. "I'd like you to stay in bed, I... I need comfort." He nodded, "Alright. Let's get in." He said. She got in with him, the bed was so soft. He laid in the middle on his back as she laid down with her head on his chest. His arm wrapped around her as he pulled up the sheets. "Oh!" He jumped and she looked up. "What?" She asked. "Your feet are cold. Touched mine." He chuckled softly. "Oh, my bad." She let out a soft smile and laid her head back down. She let the sound of his heart lull her into sleep. She was warm, surrounded by the smells of Cillian and his arms. Cillian had no idea what happened tonight to make her so distraught. It broke his heart to see her alone in the dark, shivering and cold. He would not push her, he would let her tell him when she was ready. He would make sure tomorrow she was entirely comfortable and happy.

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A Friendly Curiosity

by LaNiqueS©

Author's Note: All Characters are 18+. This is a personal story, and took place during my sophomore year in college. 

This story isn't about perfect grammar and proper comma placement. If that's what you're looking for, don't read any further! True fans - thank you and I hope you enjoy!

*****

Sitting in my best friend's dorm, on her bed, I avoided eye contact as she stripped out of her work uniform. After I came out as a bisexual all of my female friends became nervous around me. 

Nicole was no different. 

She suddenly turned to me and said, "You're not about to turn on me, are you? Can I trust you to keep it in your pants?"

"Yes." I watched her throw her work clothes in the laundry basket. "I don't see you that way."

"What do you mean?" She seemed offended.

I pulled my math textbook out my book bag. College courses were weighing heavy on me, so I wanted to get a head start. "I don't find you attractive."

"Did I hurt your feelings or something?" She crawled onto the bed, dressed only in her bra and panties.

I opened the book to my homework assignment. "No. Why?"

"Cause you're being really rude."

"How?" Now, I was getting offended. Every lesbian isn't attracted to every women out there in the world. We do have standards.

"What do you mean, you don't find me attractive?"

"I don't find you attractive. I don't know how else to say that."

"How can you say that?" She stood on the bed just hovering over me for several seconds. Almost completely naked, she spun around on top of the bed. I didn't touch her, nor did I bat an eyelash. 

Nicole let her hair down from the clip before sitting down on the heels of her feet in front of me.

"Because I'm not a guys, and I don't think every girl I meet is fuck worthy. Sorry."

"You're a bitch."

"Okay." I grabbed a pencil and started to solve the problems on the page.

"You're really going to ignore me?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"You fucked Brianna." She said, referring to the college Professor I told her I had an affair with the summer before.

"I didn't fuck her. She fucked me. It's a difference."

"But you said she taught you stuff."

"So?"

"Teach me. Or better yet," she said forcing my book closed. "Show me."

"I'm not a coach. I doubt I can teach you anything." 

"I learn fast. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Why are you so curious anyway? Are you a lesbian?"

"Maybe I am; maybe I'm not. I just want to try something different."

"Why with me?"

"Who better than a friend? Stop stalling." She leaned in and kissed me. 

Her lips were soft and a little moist from constantly licking at them. Her hand touched my cheek as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I still wasn't used to kissing, but I was getting tired of it already. Everyone was shutting me up with kisses. 

It gave me a slight rush even though the act was too slow and passionate. Something like that should be reserved for a committed couple. Once the juices started flowing, I didn't want to spend time slowly kissing someone. How boring?! This would - supposedly - be Nicole's first time with a girl, so I let her kiss me for as long as she wanted. But my hands were going to have their own fun.

With our lips still connected, I pushed my textbook onto the floor. I leaned back against the headboard of bed, pulling her close enough that her breast smashed into mine. She broke the kiss - gasping for air - when I pushed my hand into her panties. She was already wet, and I slide a finger inside of her without a fight. I added a second finger, and she kissed me again - a lot harder this time. 

Her eyes shut, her hands tugged at my hair, and her hips rocked against my hand. Nicole began to tremble as I twisted my fingers inside her. She was wetter than I could imagine for someone I was basically arguing with a second ago. Nicole's juices were flooding my hand. 

"Stand up." I said, pulling my hand from between her legs.

Using my shoulders for leverage, Nicole stood up on the bed with her legs wobbling beneath her. Pushing her legs apart, I could see the moist running down her inner thighs and her legs. I shifted to sit on my knees, letting my hands work their way from the curve of her hips around to her ass. I pulled her colorful underwear down her legs. 

Not giving her a chance to step out of the panties, my mouth covered her pussy as soon as they were free from the fabric. I kissed her pussy as if it were her actual mouth; the peck was slow and wet. Nicole's body tensed up, her nails dug into my shoulders, and her head fell back.

Her lips were swollen and the bush cover her mound tickled my nose. Sliding my tongue between her wet pussy lips, I could taste her tangy yet bitter juices. Her clit was hiding in the pink folds of her flesh, but I quickly found it with my probing tongue. 

One of her legs broke free from the panties around her ankles. Lifting her right leg, Nicole placed it on my shoulder and pulled me closer. Nicole squirmed against me as I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue. 

"That feels so good." She moaned. 

"You like that?" I pulled away for air before sliding my tongue back in between her swollen lips.

"Yes, yes!" she panted, pushing her hips forward, demanding more from me. "Please don't stop! Please!"

Nicole grabbed one of my hands - pulling it off her ass - and put it over her breast. She kept her hand over mine, guiding all of my actions. Nicole was a mere A cup, but she demanded they receive a lot of attention. When she squeezed my hand, my fingers twisted her nipple. 

She gasped again with her other hand keeping a tight grip on my hair. My other hand reached up to cup her other breast; both her nipples were being squeezed by my fingers.

"Dear God," she whispered, her legs shaking around my head. "Fuck me!"

The tip of my tongue continued to flutter back and forth, teasing her clit and dabbing at her dripping hole. 

"God!" And all her yelling? I'm not sure why that's a turn on for men.

I thought my neck was going to break from all of her jerking. I was practically cramping from having it tilted up for so long. It was too late to tap out. She was too horny and my ego was now involved. It wouldn't be over until we were both satisfied with the outcome. 

I had only had sex once - kinda - so my stamina hadn't fully built up yet. I really was not prepared to have my head assaulted this much. I wanted Nicole to have her orgasm, but my neck couldn't last much longer in this position. 

It was a bit of a fight, but I broke free from Nicole's grip. 

She whimpered when I pushed her leg off my shoulder. "That's it?"

"Shut up." I flexed my tightened jaw and massaged my neck. 

"Lesbian are like guys, huh? You need a five minute break in between to get yourself together?" She stood over me - playing with her clit - upset I deprived her of a release.

"Shut the fuck up!" Pulling her down on the bed, I watched her eyes widen in surprise. "Stop talking."

I push her flat on her back prior to taking my shirt off. There were already a few drops stained on it from her cunt dripping over me. I threw the shirt onto the floor; it can't get any dirtier. Turning my attention back to Nicole, I spread her legs open wide. 

I stare down at the thick layer of moisture covering everything between her thighs. I ran my hand over the small patch of dark hair covering her pussy. I lean forward, moving face first between her legs. My nose touches the hair while my tongue searches for her clit through the wet, pink folds of her pussy. 

"God yes," she moaned, thrusting her hips towards my face. "Just like that...Don't stop!"

I used my fingers for assistant, feeling her walls clinch once I slid one into her wet dept. Sliding another one inside of her - down past my knuckles - I buried two whole fingers. Her upper half jumped off the bed every time I twist them inside her. Nicole held my head in place, not wanting me to free her clit from my mouth. Muscles all over her body were tightening; her breathing became frantic; and her grip on my head was lethal. 

"More please!" Nicole begged, and I slid another finger into her. 

I sawed my three fingers in and out of her wet slit, feeling her shudder against me. Her hips jumped forward as she fucked back even harder. Her small breasts rapidly rose and fall as she heavily breathed. Nicole released my head and gripped the sheets beneath her. She planted her feet flat on the mattress, lifting her hips up closer to my face. 

Another finger made its way into her pussy. Her walls squeezed my fingers so tight they felt knotted together in her juices. I couldn't open my fingers - or part them even a light. All Nicole's clinching walls allowed me to do was slide them in and out of her. With all of her squirming, I had to use a hand to hold her waist. I almost took a knee to the eye because of all her moving.

"Dear God! Fuck me, baby! Harder! Harder!" Nicole was so loud. She even soaked my face more, and Nicole hadn't reached orgasm yet. 

My tongue took a break from lapping at her clit. I pressed my cheek against her moist inner thigh and just watched my fingers enter her over and over again. Her pussy gushed and tightened whenever I pushed my fingers into her. Nicole's juices kept oozing out each time I pulled back my hand. There was a large, wet stain underneath her butt on the bed, continuing to grow the more I fingered her cunt. 

"Dear God!" She prayed for the hundredth time, but this time she was finally getting off.

I pulled out my fingers and cover her dripping hole with my lips. She was worse than a guy the way she flooded my mouth. I sucked up as much of her juice as I could; most of it rolling onto the bed. I pushed my tongue inside of her, cleaning up the last little bit she had. 

Nicole kept panting, her hands yanking my hair, and her legs shaking around my head. My lips were covered in her wetness as I untangled myself from her. Nicole's hips bucked forward into the air a few times before she laid on the bed motionless. 

It was quiet for several seconds. When I sat up, some of the juice rolled from my mouth down my chin and onto my exposed cleavage. Nicole's hands covered her eyes. I didn't know if she was tired or just trying to avoid looking at me. I grabbed my shirt and used it to clean my face and chest off. I reached for my fallen textbook to push it back into my bag. 

"I was wrong." Nicole finally spoke. Her hands were still covering her face.

"You said that already." I went to her closet to grab a shirt.

She dropped her hands to look at me. "You are a lesbian. And I think I am too now."

"You're not a lesbian after one time."

"But I really liked what you did."

I pick a shirt I can wear home to my dorm. "And you have a boyfriend."

"That's a minor detail."

"If you say you love me, I will slap you."

Nicole bite her bottom lip.

"I'm leaving now." I grabbed my bag off the floor. 

"Are you coming over tomorrow?"

"Maybe." With my bag over my shoulder and gray shirt in my hand, I left out Nicole's bedroom and house.

Written by: LaNiqueS

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Inu X Boku Secret Service (Anime Review)-{First Review}

Ok. Here is my first real attempt at a real detailed (somewhat) anime review. I may make youtube versions of these reviews, if they work out well. Please keep this in mind: I am dyslexic, and as such, my grammar and punctuation are far from stellar. But, I do try my best. Please have patients with me. Review: This anime is from 2012- For Anime: I focus on the art (but not animation or the animation studio), music & sound, characters and story. For Manga: I focus on the mangaka (sometimes), art, characters and story. Review for InuxBoku SS (Anime): My opinion on the opening: “I like it. A lot. It shows the connection between the characters without spoiling much of anything. It tells a story of its own. Indicating that the characters were reincarnated over and over again and are still connected through all of that. Instead of a red string of fate- a red airplane is used to connect the two main characters. In my opinion, a lot of thought went into it. They use numerous camera angles, and several art styles in their animation. They also use light and shadow in thoughtful ways. As for the song: It took me some time to get use to it. I didn’t start liking the opening much until the anime was almost over. On the second watch through: I still liked it a great deal. The lyrics (you would have to look up the translation- as I don’t feel like posting them here) to the song (called “Nirvana” by MUCC) match both: The feel of the anime, and the relationship between the characters (especially the 2 leads).” Characters (I will just mention the main cast): Ririchiyo Shirakiin: She is my favorite of all the characters. Mainly, this is because she is similar to me. Like Ririchiyo, I can be difficult: my shyness, depression and just plain awkwardness causes this. This causes issues between myself and others. That aside- about her characteristics: She is the main character. Without getting TOO into the issues that would be spoilers: She is 15 at the start of the story. Soushi Miketsukami is her secret service agent that she had assigned into her when she moved into Maison de Ayakashi (Ayakashi Kan or Ayakashi Hall)- which she moved to, in order to be alone. That did NOT work in her favor. Ayakashi Kan is an apartment complex where half-blooded youkai reside. They work to protect each other from full-blooded demons. This girl is in CONSTANT distress about not being able to properly communicate with those around her. She always second guesses her actions and words; several times and can sometimes become quite a basket-case when worrying about something she has said or done after the fact. This is MOSTLY due to the fact that she was severely abused by those around her, while she was a child. When she arrives at Ayakashi Kan she meets Renshou (another part youkai, like herself - whom she had known as a child) who is a few years older than she is. After that, Chiyo met his secret service agent: Nobara. Then she met and befriended (awkwardly) Karuta. A girl who was about her age, who was also a SS agent at the housing complex. Chiyo later met and befriended others. Though, she was only able to befriend them because they were pushy or stubborn and would not take: “leave me alone” for an answer. Left to her own devices, she would have likely lived alone for the rest of her life. She is the first (and only) character in Japanese anime and manga to be classified as a tsunshun instead of tsundere because she gets depressed (shun) instead of becoming loving/affectionate (dere) after behaving initially (tsun) cold (and sometimes even hostile) way. Soushi Miketsukami: At first, my main impressions of him were: He’s an annoying doormat. It’s likely that I thought of him like that because my personality is SO similar to the heroine’s and…. That’s what she seemed to have thought of him. Though; It took much longer for me to start liking him, than it did for her. And she liked him far more than I did, at the end of the anime: lucky for him. He is descended from the 9 tailed fox demon, like Chiyo and the others at Ayakashi Kan, he is an atavism (a throw back) to his demon ancestor. Because of that. He shares the soul, personality (though his ancestor was likely NOT a doormat) and the appearance of that ancestor. He is one of the most powerful human born demons at Ayakashi Kan. Aside from being a doormat- he is generally polite, gentle, a bit perverted and somewhat manipulative. He has a soft spot for women, Chiyo especially. Extremely subservient: he blindly follows her orders (sometimes begging for an order or abuse of some sort, much to her horrified dismay) like the loyal dog that everyone wants to kick. He puts Chiyo’s life above his own. He has a sad past- like Chiyo he was abused by his family- though in a different way. Soushi was more neglected than battered, as she was. He has dual-colored eyes (Heterochromia iridium). One being blue, the other being gold. Renshou Sorinozuka: He is my second favorite. Renshou is a boy of about 17-18. Very good-looking and lazy (though he prefers laid-back). He is considerably darker skinned than the others. And has a “tattoo”-like birthmark running from just under his left eyebrow, to his jaw and down his throat. He also has a related birthmark on his left bicep. He is part Ittan-Momen youkai (a cloth monster). His secret service agent is Nobara, a yuki-onna…. But, she hates men. Of any sort. Which is unfortunate, because he appears to have some feelings for her. He treats Chiyo (Ririchiyo) like a little sister. Considering that they knew each other as children, and he is only a few years older than she is, that is understandable. Her SS Agent: Soushi Miketsukami calls him: “Big-Brother”. Nobara Yukinokouji: She is Renshou’s SS Agent at Ayakashi Kan. Nobara is a Yuki-Onna (A snow Woman). She greatly dislikes men. And has a…. Extreme fondness for the females in Ayakashi Kan. She does not seem to be in love with any of them. Just interested in their…. Assets: She loves fashion and girls. She wears glasses, and has white/blonde hair that falls to her shoulder blades. In her free time she likes to see adult magazines with beautiful women, and she shares and discusses those with Sorinozuka: That’s one thing that interests the both of them. She often does exhibit a very focused and straightforward demeanor (despite what I previously stated), although she will also occasionally participate in some of the group’s silly antics from time to time. Banri Watanuki: He is the same age as Ririchiyo and Karuta. Banri is a Tanuki atavism youkai and his personality is somewhat like Ririchiyo’s in the fact that: he often says the opposite of what he really means. He is most often impulsive and very outspoken. Watanuki labels himself a “delinquent”- Though he is really anything but. He is a childhood friend of: Karuta, Soushi, Natsume and Kagerou. Although, for the last 2 he was more like a play thing, than a “friend”. He hates Soushi and considers him his “rival” because the fox called him “Cute” in their youth. Watanuki never forgave Miketsukami for that. The Tanuki is in love with Karuta, and is easily (understandable) frightened by Kageru. Karuta Roromiya: She is the same age as Watanuki and Ririchiyou: 15. Karuta is the SS Agent for Kagerou- however he is rarely in Ayakashi Kan. So, she is often left to her own devices. She is ever hungry and curious. Soft spoken as well. Even though she seems spaced out, she is quite clever and well knowing about important things. She is the atavism for a Gashadokuro (starving skeleton) who passed its blood down the line in her family. As such, she can take on the form of a massive skeleton and can do quite a lot of damage when she needs to. Zange Natsume: Natsume, just like the others, is a half youkai. He is a Hyakume (100-eyed demon). He is the SS Agent for Watanuki and likes to tease him and play tricks on the Tanuki. Natsume has an overly cheerful personality and knows more than he lets on, most of the time. He wears a headband with bunny ears. Natsume is particularity fond of Soushi- Calling him: “Sou-Tan” in an affectionate manner. He has reddish hair and wears a bandage over part of his face to hide extra eyes. In his youkai form, he has eyes all over his arms and an eye in each palm of his hand. Kagerou Shoukiin: He is Karuta’s partner and the former master of Soushi. He is also Ririchiyo’s fiancé. She has no feelings for him, and he does not seem interested in pushing the issue. The man can often be bossy, blunt, arrogant, eccentric and narcissistic. He usually addresses the other members as “pigs”, “animals”, “human toilets” or “bitches”. A total sadist who goes on and on about S&M….. He can be QUITE annoying to all (Other characters and the viewer). Note: I won't go into the ships (canon or otherwise)- because that would be getting into spoiler territory. If I do youtube reviews, I MAY try to go a bit into spoiler territory. But, I'm not promising anything. As for the story itself: The anime is mainly there to draw your attention to the manga. The mangaka: Cocoa Fujiwara died a year after she finished the manga for this series. She died from complications with an illness. So, the manga IS finished. However, the anime is NOT. The 12 episode anime covers about 9.5 of the chapters. The first 18 chapters of the manga are actually the prologue- so the anime does not really get into the story much at all. I liked the anime, and I am reading the manga, however, I am personally finding the manga a bit boring. So, I am slow at reading it. What the anime DOES do: it introduced the main cast and side characters, and show us some of their personalities. It’s a fun watch. There really are no major conflicts, though because it only covered half of the prologue. Ririchiyo and Soushi are the focus, and how their relationship grows, is as well. They have to overcome their insecurities together. If you watch the anime, it may leave you feeling satisfied with that, or it may leave you wanting to read the manga. wanting to read the manga. Though, it did not compel me much to read the manga, I was curious. Others may see it differently. The manga was in a shounen demographic (shounen, shoujo, josei, seinen- none of them are genres. I find it really annoying when they are used as such. They were labels (changed into genres in the west) for the demographic that they were marketed to) magazine- so it is considered a shounen. Though, it feels more like a shoujo when you read the manga or watch the anime. The ending: Each episode features a different “character song”- most of them bored me. I really liked the one from episode 7: “Taiyou to Tsuki” by Renshou’s CV: Yoshimasa Hosoya & Nobara’s CV: Youko Hikasa. Otherwise, they weren’t really all that interesting visually or musically to me. Often part of the episode continues after the ending song/credits. So, you shouldn’t just stop the episode and go onto the next one, if you are bored by the ED. Just skip past it.

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[ladywinchester1967]

His Good Girl: Part II

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Alaina (formerly known as Female Character)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Alaina (OFC), Laura (OFC), Lisa (mentioned)

Warnings: Feels, fluff, angst, swearing. Dean being a sweetheart 💜

A/N: I wasn’t done with the first part for some reason and decided just to roll with it! Hope you guys like this wrap up. To the first part (if you missed it, I’ll link it.) Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, mine, mine but the pictures AREN’T. I found them on Pinterest.

PART 1 IS HERE

“Oh fuck.” She said, clapping her hand over her mouth as she stared at the pregnancy test.

“Alaina,” Laura said “what happened?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re familiar with how babies are made!” Alaina exclaimed, a tear escaping her eye.

“You didn’t use a condom?” Laura asked “you’re not on birth control?”

“Good job,” Laura mock applauded “you’re every trope in every teen soap opera ever.”

“Shut up Laura.” Alaina said and raked a hand through her hair “Oh fuck, Dean. Oh god, he’s gonna blow a fucking gasket when I tell him.” She took a few deep breaths and said “If I tell him that is.”

Laura shook her head

“Alaina, you can’t do that.” She said

“It’s my body!” Alaina yelled “I can do what I want!”

“Whoa,” Laura sad and rubbed her hands up and down Alaina’s arms “you’re in shock. I need you to take a few deep breaths. This is Dean remember? Your best friend? The only man you’d ever take a bullet for?”

“Oh fuck, you’re right.” Alaina said and slumped to the floor “If he doesn’t die of shock first that is.”

Laura shushed Alaina, smoothing her hair out of her face. Laura hugged her friend tightly and rocked her.

“You can do this,” Laura said and then shifted Alaina’s face up to hers “worst case, WE can do this.”

“You’re cute and all,” Alaina said “but you’re not my type.”

“You bitch!” Laura exclaimed and ruffled Alaina’s hair.

The next week, Alaina met Dean for burgers at their favorite diner.

“So what’s kept you away so long?” Dean asked as they sat down “That lawyer thing can’t be that hard.” He chided

“You dick!” She exclaimed “Do you have any idea how many cases come across my desk a DAY?!”

“I don’t,” he said as he grabbed his menu “enlighten me.”

“Forty five,” Alaina told him “per day. At minimum.”

Dean’s green eyes went wide

“No shit,” he breathed and she nodded “well damn, I’m wrong.”

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” She asked, cupping a hand around her ear and leaning into him.

“You bitch.” He said with a laugh and their waitress came by. Dean ordered a beer while Alaina ordered sweet tea. “You’re making me drink by myself?” He teased “I’m losing a little bit of respect for you.”

“I will gut you.” She shot back, holding up a butter knife. He laughed and took a swig of his beer.

“Watch out, we got a bad ass over here.” He said and they both grinned, then skimmed over the menu. After a few moments of comfortable silence, the waitress came by and took their orders and collected their menus before leaving them alone.

“So,” Alaina said “I have news; two pieces of news actually.”

“Oh?” Dean asked and took another sip of beer “Good news?”

“Yes,” she said, she was beaming “first is that I have a job interview.”

His eyebrows shot up

“The public defender not working out?” He asked

“No,” she said “well, I mean it is working out, but I know a guy who knows a guy that owes another guy a favor or something. Anyway, this law firm downtown, Stanley and Corey, is looking for another lawyer and my contact handed in my resume and they liked what they saw.”

Dean’s face split into a huge grin

“That’s fantastic sweetheart!” He exclaimed “Congratulations, I mean that. I’m so happy for you!”

Her grin mirrored his as her heart began to pound, he may not be as excited about her next piece of news.

“A toast to you,” Dean said holding up his beer bottle “my favorite lawyer and best friend in the world.”

“Deeeeean,” She said, her face blushing “stop!”

“One, I’m happy for you and I can do what I want.” Dean quipped “two, you say my name like that again, we may not make it to the main course.” His eyes were lit up with mischief. She let out a laugh and they clinked their drinks together and took a sip.

“What’s the other piece of news?” He asked after finishing his sip.

Alaina set her cup down, her hands shaking and her breath quickening.

“Well, it relates to the job interview,” she said “kind of anyway.” He raised an eyebrow and she went on “Okay, it has to deal with why I submitted my resume in the first place.”

“Okay, so?” Dean asked, his hands clasped together in front of him on the table. Alaina looked down at her lap, her foot jiggling under the table. She looked up at him.

“When I tell you this, I need you not to give me a knee jerk reaction okay? I want you to think before you talk.” She insisted “Can you do that for me? Please?”

“Alaina, you’re shaking.” He pointed out, suddenly looking concerned “What’s wrong?”

She looked away, then back at him, then away again before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Once she had let it out, she opened her eyes and faced him, her heart pounding at a painful level.

“Dean, I’m pregnant.” She said.

Dean stared at her blankly for a few seconds and then blinked; no emotion registering on his face.

“Um, what?” He asked, stunned.

“I’m-I’m,” She stammered and looked around before saying “I’m pregnant.”

“With what? A food baby?” He asked, the gravity of her words not registering in his mind.

She scrunched up her eyebrows, floored.

“No,” she said slowly “with an actual baby.”

He blinked again and the words finally sunk in and he sat back in the booth. Now it was his turn for his heart rate to speed up and his palms to sweat.

“You’re-“ he started “you’re-on my god.” He said and placed his hands over his face.

“Dean, I need you to listen to me.” She said steadily “Are you listening?”

“No.” He said through his hands, his voice muffled by his rough palms.

“Please, just listen.” She begged him.

After a few moments of her revelation sinking in, he moved his hands away from his face.

“How long have you known?” He asked and sat up

“For sure? Only a few hours.” She told him “I had an inkling two weeks ago when I took a pregnancy test and it was positive.”

“Why didn’t you call me then?!” He asked, stunned.

“I wanted to make SURE,” she told him “I wanted to know beyond a shadow of a doubt before I told you. I went to my doctor, got a blood test and she confirmed it.”

“But, how far along are you?” He asked, he could barely remember what he had for lunch that day, let alone how many times they had done it without a condom.

“Doctor says I'm about eight to ten weeks.” She told him.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, a million and a half thoughts racing through his head as he struggled to regain his composure “What the fuck?”

“My honest reaction if you want the truth.” She said and whipped her hair into her hand, playing with the ends of it and avoiding his gaze. They were both silent for a few more seconds and she took a deep breath.

“I know you’re scared and all kinds of other crazy shit.” She said

“Yeah, that’s one expression for it.” He said as the waitress returned with their food.

“Another beer for you?” She asked Dean and he nodded. She left and Alaina went on.

“But I don’t want you to worry okay?” She asked and his expression morphed into the bitchiest face.

“I’m sorry, have you MET me?” He asked “How am I not supposed to worry?”

“Because,” She said “I’m not expecting anything from you.”

He raised his eyebrows

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?” He asked

“Look,” She said and grabbed some French fries, then shoved them in her mouth. When she was done chewing, she went on “we didn’t plan this. I’m not holding you to any obligation that you don’t want.” He continued to stare and she kept talking “I’m not going to MAKE you be involved, if you want nothing to do with me or the baby, I totally understand. I won’t be mad or hate you.”

“What about you?” He asked “What do you want?”

“From you?” She asked

“No; what do you want to do with the baby?” He asked, chewing on his lower lip.

She sighed and said

“I’ve given it a lot of thought and I want to keep it. It’s the reason I’m even considering leaving my job and taking a different one.”

He suddenly looked angry

“You want to raise this baby by yourself?” He asked

“No, I don’t WANT to,” She told him “but I’m not going to force you to be a parent if you don’t want to be.”

He laughed humorlessly

“Alaina, you have got to be kidding me.” He said

“What? You think I can’t raise a baby by myself?” She challenged.

“I know you can,” he said “you’re Wonder Woman if we’re being honest here. But I want to help. I’ll take you to your doctor’s appointments, I’ll be there when the baby is born. I want to be a father; don’t take that away from me.”

“I’m not trying to take anything from you,” She told him “I’m giving you an out if you want one.”

He shook his head and took her hand

“I don’t want one,” he said and looked up at her “I mean that.”

She smiled, her heart thumping in her chest. She knew he wouldn’t abandon her; she knew him as well as her own family. However, that didn’t stop her from feeling bad.

“Have you raised a baby Dean?” She asked “They’re a lot of work.”

“I didn’t RAISE Sam,” he said “but I remember what it was like when he was a baby, and when him and Jess had Morgan.” He was referring to his three year old niece “I know some stuff.”

Tears welled up in her eyes

“But they cry and they poop, pee and scream and it’s A LOT,” she told him “I’m scared.”

He shushed her and got up. He sat on her side of the booth and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she sobbed into him. He stroked her hair and held her while she cried. When her tears finally subsided he said

“I’m scared too, but we can do this. You and me.”

She looked up at him and nodded

“We can.” She said.

That night, Dean took Alaina home and made sure she got into her house safely.

“So, I didn't know how to bring this up at dinner,” he said as he scratched the back of his head “but I started seeing someone.”

“Oh?” Alaina asked as she shut and locked the door behind them “Who?”

“Lisa,” Dean said “her name is Lisa.”

Alaina nodded and then shrugged

“Well, do you like her?” Alaina asked

“Yeah,” he said with a smile “I do, but I'm gonna break it off with her.”

“But you like her,” Alaina pointed out “does she have some terrible personality or something?”

Dean shook his head

“No, she's great. Really, but after your news today, I don't think it'd be right to keep seeing her.” he told her.

“No,” Alaina said firmly “Dean, I didn't tell you this so that you would be with me. You're the father and I wanted you to know so that you could make your decision if you wanted to be involved. You want to be involved, so I'll tell you when things are going on.”

“Such as?” he asked

“I'll give you plenty of notice for my doctor's appointments,” she told him “if you want to come to birthing classes with me, you can. If you wanna help pick a hospital or paint colors for the nursery, you can. When baby furniture needs to be assembled, I'll call you. If there's an emergency, I'll call you.”

Dean studied her face, he knew she wasn't lying. She'd never lie about something that she knew was so important to him. He finally bit his lip and nodded.

“Okay,” he conceded “I know you will.”

She smiled at him and asked

“See? Settled.”

A silence stretched between them as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“One question before I go.” He said

“Only one?” she teased and he smirked

“Are you showing yet?” he asked and she shook her head

“No, not yet. That won't be for a little while longer.” she told him. He looked like he was struggling to ask his next question and she gave him a tender smile “What? You wanna see my belly and touch it or something?”

“When there's something to see, yeah.” he said “If you don't mind.”

She laughed

“Again, you're the dad, you can see and touch my belly as much as you want.”

This made him chuckle as he walked toward her. He wrapped her into a hug, his arms around her neck. She folded her arms around his midsection and returned the hug, laying her head on his chest. His heart beat was faster than normal, but she chalked it up to nerves.

“Thank you.” he said in her ear.

She pulled back and looked up at him

“For what?” she asked

“Giving me a chance,” he said “this could have gone in so many different directions. I'm so fucking happy.”

She smiled at him

“Dean; you're my best friend, if I can't give you a chance, who can?” she asked him

He tenderly kissed her forehead and told her

“I gotta get going, early day tomorrow.”

“Me too.” she told him and they broke apart. He headed for the door and unlocked it.

“Be safe okay?” he asked “You need anything, call me.”

She nodded

“I will.” she told him.

With one last legendary smirk, he was gone. She locked the door behind him and watched through the window next to the door as he got in his car and fired it up.

“That's your Dad and he's,” she paused as she placed a hand over her belly, talking to the baby as the engine in Dean's Impala roared to life “and he's my everything.”  

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SOOOOOOOO; what did ya’ll think?! I’m feeling this as a 5 part series.....mostly because 5 parts have been written and I’m enjoying it! I’m not sure when parts 3-5 will be up, I’m in the process of editing them right now. As always, leave your KIND feedback below, share, like and maybe follow? 

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[felicitous-feline]

Beautiful Creatures - 2013; 46%/54% on Rotten Tomatoes; Gross USA: $19,452,138; Budget: $60,000,000 (estimated)

Well it’s not a total piece of shit, so there’s that. I don’t know, it definitely drags on and I hate the whole they’re destined to love each other and that as teens they meet the love of their life and their fates are forever intertwined bullshit. The acting isn’t awful, but good god the southern accents...I mean damn. As far as movies with witchcraft go I will always recommend Practical Magic and The Craft, both were favorites of teenage Allison and hold a special place in my heart. So I guess if you want to watch a trashy teen supernatural romance movie this is less problematic than Twilight since the female character actually has some agency and isn’t begging a super old vampire to just destroy her body with aggressive sex and perform a C section with his teeth so her other love interest can imprint upon the baby and want to fuck it. I never read the books, but I did play a drinking game to the first Twilight movie where you had to drink anytime the relationship seemed creepy or Bella looked constipated, so I remember about the first 15 minutes of the movie.

Real Time Notes:

This one is on Netflix, so I don’t have to search for it elsewhere, which is a plus. My recommendations and viewing history have long been destroyed, so this won’t place me on any sadder lists than I am already categorized into (I’m looking at you, Bee Movie lady!).

Alright, this motherfucker is TWO FULL HOURS long, and likely not worth it, though it has a very high Rotten Tomatoes rating...for what it is.

There aren’t a lot of screen caps online, so it probably sucks, but I am hoping this character that has a penchant for hats is in a Duckie like role.

Oh wow, the southern accent was a STRONG choice.

He is a fuck old high schooler.

Snyder’s product placement?

Zoey Deutch!

Death eatin a cracker?

Oh wow, an eyepatch?!?!

SOOOOO MANY CHOICES!

Momma sure says a lot of things.

Do people actually say all of these weird idioms?

Is this an opposite Twilight where the roles are reversed?!?!

Oooooh, how dreamy, he’s such an intellectual! I mean, look at his glasses!!!

I figured it would be a banned book.

How did the two male characters not get cut from the glass exploding?

Did we just become best friends?!?!

He is standing really close to her. Like uncomfortably close for not knowing each other really at all.

Sunglasses inside? Does he have creepy eyes?!?!

Damn it, nope.

It sounds weird.

Ummmmm. What the fuck is going on?

Oh no, he’s turning into Venom! Time to dance on the street and sing at a piano jazz bar!

What the fuck is that fluffy thing on him?

Her power is poetry? LAME!!!

Why does she keep calling him mortal? Is she not mortal? It implies she is immortal, and I don’t think she is. She said caster, not immortal being.

Hey, her tattoo changed. Is it a countdown to her birthday?

This is moving Sleeping Beauty fast.

Ford has a product placement too? Who is this movie for?

Alright, so Viola Davis is doing some weird backwoods swamp shit. Please tell me she practices voodoo.

A slavery allegory?

“Some things cannot be stopped” cue speeding car. Woof.

First hangover at 16? Damn.

This seems sexist...

What happened to your eye? Beep Bloop Blorp, do you understand me?

Ewww, they’re siblings? Definitely thought they were ex lovers.

Why are they playing the stereotypical love sting?

At least Ridley has weird eyes that explain the sunglasses.

She sure says cuz a lot.

I was really hoping someone would puke from the spinning.

Ah ha ha, that guy’s bangs!!!

I don’t understand why they didn’t tell her the truth from the start.

Still also don’t understand the curse...

Okay, so not vampire rules, that was confusing.

What the fuck? They’ve known each other for a couple months and her family is like, well they’re destined to love each other, he basically is responsible for her and owns her now? Come on!

Hooray, Viola Davis is literally a magical black person that helps the white protagonist.

They sure say bitch a lot.

Yeah, there’s no way this relationship would last long term.

Whoa, are they gonna fuck?!?! She’s 16 and I didn’t see any rubbers...

One of them sacrifices themself for the other, right?

Can this end soon? PLEASE!!!

Alright, that sermon is a little on the nose there...

I mean...just let him die...

Now that’s a storm.

Man, Macon sure made a big assumption there that she loves him.

...so did she kill her Mom or banish her? Or what?

What the fuck are those finger-less gloves?

He has to remember their “romance” at some point, right? I assume this was based on a book series and that would require that he continue to be her love interest.

And there it is. I’m surprised they didn’t throw in some rain or something to make it all Streetcar. LLLLEEEEEEENNNNNNAAAAA!

Now I’m thinking about Tommy Wisseau writhing around yelling Stella.

[imagine-loki]

House of Cards in the Wind

TITLE: House of Cards in the Wind CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Seven AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you were a powerful villain who was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. and put in Cryogenic storage because there was no other way to deal with you. After doing some research, Loki learned about you and became obsessed. So much, that he looked for you and woke you up, knowing that you’d seek revenge and he would be more than willing to help. RATING: Teen and Up

NOTES/WARNINGS: This story is the result of an imagine I saw on another blog theartofimagining13. The credit for the imagine goes to the author on that page.

Warning death of minor characters and violence in this fic 

Also, for fun, the next chapter will be smut - blame Sigridlaugeyson

Rebecca said nothing but nodded her head in salute when she passed different people. She simply entered the head of anyone she came across on her journey so they did not realise it was effectively Public Enemy Number One that was passing them, scanning their thoughts as she did, getting all the information necessary to make her journey as simple as possible. She used stairwells instead of elevators, because though she could get the codes required for the lifts, they had cameras, and cameras have a tendency to show what is actually in front of it, she had never been able to manipulate electronics. She used the keycodes she was able to fish from higher rank individuals brains and made her way up the Stark Tower with little issue. When she got to the first floor she required, she used her abilities to make those inside to be unable to move, as she had done with Stark on their last encounter. Walking into the room, she smiled. 

“Hello Avengers.” They all watched as she circled them all. “I am so glad you are all recovering so well,” She beamed with false modesty in her voice. “I see you are all now fully aware of me, I’m honoured I have clearly taken up so much of your minds.” She walked over to Wanda, who was staring at her in terror. “I must really scare you, I am the first person to ever be immune to you, in fact, I am all the more terrifying because I can control you, but I will let you see some things.” Her grin became wider as Wanda gasped and tears came to her eyes. “You know what is in store for you all now.” She laughed playfully. “I bet you are so glad Pietro is not here,” She leant in close to the other woman. “If he was, I would have him kill you slowly and painfully, because you would never do anything to hurt him, and as he pulled your organs from your eviscerated stomach, you would just wait for death, knowing that if you tried to do anything to stop him, I would simply do the same to him.” The tears flowed heavily down Wanda’s cheeks. “Now, go to sleep little girl.” With that, Wanda drifted off. “For the record,” She stood up once more. “The archer was the only one of you that had the intelligence to scarper, but he too will meet his end. You should have just left Loki alone, he will have his vengeance, on each and every one of you, one by one.” She hissed. “Starting today. I used to hate surprises as a child, it usually meant another bomb going off, or another friend dead, but I hear most people like them, especially Americans, so when and where, are surprises.” Taking one look around the room she smiled again. “I shall see you all very soon, and when I do, you will die, sleep well.” With that, she left and made her way down the stairwell again, making her way to Stark’s private quarters, where the billionaire sat up in the bed, trying to get the machine in front of him to function. “Don’t tell me they didn’t charge it, that is just so mean.” Stark’s eyes darted side to side as he looked for her. “Hello Tony,” She went right up into his line of sight. “Do your little eye thing if you want to have a two-way conversation for the first time in three months.” Immediately he flicked his eyes up and down. Smiling, she nodded slightly.

“You bitch!” He gasped. “Why shouldn’t I call everyone now?” “Because the moment you think to do it, I will put you back in.” “Please, no.”

“Besides, I have already gone to see your little friends and they are otherwise preoccupied right now, so, be a good boy and use your few minutes of speech more productively.” She ordered, sitting on a seat next to his bed, fiddling with the computer before actually setting it to charge, seeing in Tony’s mind how it functioned, “Sadly, I’m the only company you are going to get.” “Why?” “Why? Why not? You were their little guard dogs, you would have come after me too, as soon as they gave the command.” “We had no reason to.”

“LIAR! I saw in their heads, that the ever so virtuous Captain America thought I should have been snipered before they ever considering apprehending me, that I should be hooked up to machines and tortured into helping control the Hulk, that nugget was the female assassin’s thoughts on the matter, and I am no fool, I know what you think of me.” “You’ve trapped me in my own body.” Stark spat.

“Before I did that, what would you have thought?” his eyes flickered for a moment, but she read his thoughts. Swallowing, the sadness in her features altered to anger again, “Well, then it seems I have given you all your just desserts.” She snarled.

“You killed Fury.” “He deserved it.” “That wasn’t your call to make.” “I beg to differ.” She dismissed, walking back over to him. “I’m bored, enjoy your prison, Anthony Stark.” “No, please…” “You honestly think I would keep you talking, you don’t deserve it, also it has the advantage of you not being able to talk as Loki deals with you.” She hissed as she took away his speech and made for the door. As she made her way to the stairwell, a large figure came into the hallway behind her, she paused and waited.

“Lady Rebecca.”

She turned to look at him. “Prince Thor.” “I am no Prince here.” He eyed her carefully.

“You don’t plan to harm me?” She asked curiously, looking into his mind.

“You have harmed none, technically.” He pointed out. “On this day, that is.”

“So what, you rather apprehend me without force? You are more honourable than Loki gives you credit for, but you are not as wise as you think yourself to be.” “Please come willingly.” Thor pleaded.

Rebecca scoffed, “What do you think you can do to me, Almighty Thor?” she watched as she had him get onto the floor and bark like a small dog before crawling around on his hands and knees. Walking over to him, she gripped his chin and forced him to look up at her. “You actually thought you had snuck passed me or that you were too strong for me, but here’s the thing Thor, I let you come to me, I allowed you the ability to come to me, but I also can control you.” She snarled, her tone and eyes dark with anger. “Don’t you get it, I am too strong for you, all of you; that is why they wanted me on ice?” “What Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. did to you was wrong.” Rebecca paused, seeing he truly believed that. “They gave you no trial for your actions, they were justified; you were scared, surrounded and outgunned. You had not done any great wrong, existing is not a crime, Rebecca.”

“To them it was. You have fought battles since before anyone here knew how to speak this language, what one terrified you most?” She scanned his mind immediately for the answer. “I grew up, knowing I could get killed, day or night, all it took was the British Army allowing it, every day going to school, every car I did not recognise could have killed me, but I could not control that. When they all had those guns pointed at me, that I could control, I swore when I got out of Ireland I would never be controlled by fear like that again, and that day, they tried to do it to me. And that filthy sack of scum Fury, he said I was the danger; I suppose he was right in the end.” She turned to the door to the stairwell again. “He is coming for you, all of you, and as he kills you, one by one, I will be standing there, watching and smiling.” She commented, turning back to look at Thor for a moment. “All he wanted when you were younger was for you to treat him as your equal, not your pathetic tag along little brother your mother insisted you bring with you and your friends, all this could have been avoided if you had just cared about him.” “I made mistakes with Loki when I was younger, I have long since acknowledged that; but I have always loved Loki as my brother, my kin and I always will.” He stated earnestly, begging her silently to see how he recalled their childhood. Looking into his mind, Rebecca pursed her lips. “I should have shown him more, but even on Asgard, showing too much affection as a male is a mocked action.” “Well, the damage is done, he comes, tick tock.” She replied coldly before walking to the door. “He will defeat you all.” Those were her last words before she began to descend the Tower, Thor and the others forced to wait until she gave them permission again to move before they could sound the alarm, though she was long gone by then.

* “You went without me,” Rebecca turned to see Loki sitting on the chair facing the door, a glass tumbler filled with an amber liquid in his hand, his tone cold.

“You said you were busy getting ready for us to leave, I got bored.” “And?” “They think it starts today, I have planted utmost terror in the girl, she will inform them of their supposed futures.” She walked over and got onto his lap. “Just do me one favour?” “I’m listening.” “The red-haired assassin.” “What of her?”

“Give me her.” “I have unfinished business with her, she played a small trick on me once.” “I want her.”

Loki drained the glass before placing it on the table next to him. “You had your revenge, let me have mine.”

“She wanted me hooked up to machines, like a human puppet to do their bidding.” She explained angrily, relieved to see that Loki’s anger surged slightly at that, but his words next irked her.

“Then I will make her death more painful,” he promised. “But I will be dealing with this.” Angered, Becky removed herself from his lap and went to leave the room, but Loki quickly caught up with her and pushed her against a wall. “Do you not trust me to deal with her? You will be there, you will bear witness to her pain.” He promised, his tone lustful. “I better have a headache from her screams by its end.” she snarled.

Loki hoisted her so that her legs straddled his hips and grinned wickedly. “I solemnly swear it.” With that, he used his magic to strip her. “I adore doing that to you.” He grinned wickedly, looking over her every curve.

#Loki #submission #other #lover #chapter 7 #house of cards in the wind #Wolfpawn #villain #s.h.i.e.l.d. #cryogenic storage #research #obsessed #revenge

[elosnotebook]

PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE

Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrators Russ bus. Author’s note: Not requested. Also, not romantic. But if y'all like it, I can write a part two with some forbidden romance ;) so comment on this post if I should continue it.

Update: So the lovely Alyssa, aka @imyourliquor-youremypoison, rewrote my story, fixing the errors and making it less cringy to my beautiful readers. It’s the same story, but with beautiful words, I promise! Hahaha and go check Alyssa’s fics too, she has two about Chris and they’re incredible.

Part 2.

Masterlist ❁

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 “How the hell did I get here?” I said to no one in particular.

I was sitting in the middle of the bus, while the boys were partying in the front and hooking up with some first grade girls on the back. William basically insisted for me to come, saying they couldn’t do it without me. Fucking babies.

Truth be told: being the only Penetrator girl was exhausting sometimes. All the girls thought it was the best thing ever, that I had all of them to myself whenever I wanted, that being around the hottest guys in school was heaven. But even though I would never trade them for any other Russcrew, they could be a pain in the ass when they wanted to. Boys were always friendlier to me than girls. I just couldn’t stand the whole drama that comes with a girl friends group. But being their only female member felt overwhelmed at times, and it didn’t matter how many times I begged them to accept another girl, they just didn’t find anyone who “amounted to me”. Not my words.

I stared at the ceiling, mentally retracing my steps from last night. One of the boys, Julian,got so drunk that he couldn’t drive home, and apparently, I was his emergency contact - which I only found out after the owner of the bar he was at called me saying that Julian had passed out on one of his tables. It was 4am but I still went to pick him up, drove him home, and stayed with him until I was certain he wasn't going to fall in an alcoholic coma.

I was about to close my eyes when one of the girls sat next to me. She was wearing a black hijab, and her eyeliner was so sharp that she could probably cut someone with a mere glance.

“So, is it always like this?” She asked, gesturing around.

“Hmm, I guess,” I said, very intrigued about the conversation. It was a little out of character for me to hesitate like this, but she took me aback. The girls that the boys brought to the parties usually didn’t to talk to me, most of them either hated me or wanted to be me, there was no in between.

“You are not what I expected,” she said, pursing her lips. I couldn’t help but laugh. How did people picture me?

“Yeah, surprise!” I said in mock-enthusiasm. “I'm not a lesbian or a transsexual,” I told her. Thosewere the rumors I heard since first grade, when I got in the Russ crew. Unfortunately, I somehow got used to hear this, being on a Russ bus where only boys were accepted came with certain downsides - but I have never considered being a lesbian or a transsexual as a bad thing, so it never actually bothered me. Moreover, proving them wrong was always fun, all I needed was a boy, and I could stifle the rumors for months. Too bad they come back after a while.

“No, actually I thought you were into partying as much as they were,” she explained, embarrassed by my previous answer.

I took a deep breath. She wasn’t being rude to me, so there was no reason to be a bitch to her.

“I’m sorry,” I said before she left. “I really like to party, I just had a rough night. Had to take care of one of them. Long story,” I added when she looked at me questioningly.

“So you are, like... the mom friend?”

I know she wasn’t trying to vex me or anything, but every time someone compared me to a mother, I felt a surge of indignation wash over me. This is fucking two thousand seventeen and a girl still can't be friends with boys without babysitting them?

“Sometimes,” I said slowly, trying to find the right words to explain my role in this mess. “I can be their anything really. Mom, little sister, big sister too. Sometimes I am their confident and sometimes they are mine. I'm also their inside man when they need confidentially data on girls.”

This earned me a squinted glare, like I just admitted spying for the enemy or something, so I clarified, “Don't worry, I haven't told them that 'periods' is actually a code name for turning into a werewolf once a month.”

It made her smile. “Basically, I am what they need me to be. Except when they need someone to fuck, then I am out.” We had only one rule: I never had sex with any of them. Apart from Will, whom I had sex with way before I became a Penetrator, I have never slept with any of them, and that was the main reason why we got along so well. They asked me to get in because I managed to play with all of them when I was in the first grade, without never letting them put their hands on me. I was their Pandora box.

Though frankly, it wasn't exactly that I didn’t want to sometimes, I thought, searching for Chris who was in the front with the others. It is just that the person I want never wanted me back.

The girl smiled to me, and I relaxed. She seemed to be a really nice girl, and it got me wondering if her friends were too.

“By the way, my name is Sana,” she said.

“Nice to meet you, Sana. I’m Y/N. What brings you to my humble bus?” I asked her jokingly, gesturing around to the not humble at all bus.

“Those girls,” she said, pointing to two blond girls and a brunette, partying with my boys. They were very pretty, each of them in a different way. “And also, that girl.” Her finger moved to point out a fourth girl with beautiful long strawberry blond hair, who was currently hooking up with Chris.

I met Chris and William when we were twelve. Of course, back then, they weren’t the fuckboys they were now. Whenever I think about the nerdy Chris that used to teach me math and physics, it's a huge shock for me. It seems like he was a totally different person. We were still ridiculously close though. But with William, things got a little bit tricky. I used to date Will when we were in middle school. We dated for almost two years, and I broke up with him before high school... Because I started have feelings for Christoffer. Sometimes I felt like a walking talking cliché but it wasn't like I could help it. Feelings were wold creatures. Of course, none of them knew this, and they probably will never. Will and I decided that our friendship was too important to let itgo, so we didn’t. Turns out we're much better at friendship than romance anyway.

While I was talking to Sana, and other girl who had recently joined us – she said she was called Noora – who, after a few minutes talking to her, I realized was William’s mysterious new girl. Anyone who paid a bit of attention to both of them could see it. Then, I noticed how the boys started to be agitated. I looked up, instinctively trying to find Chris and I saw he wasn’t hooking up with the other girl anymore. He was talking to William, his face showing nothing but anger.

Just when I was about to get up, the girl Chris was hooking up with sat on Noora’s lap. Sana told me her name was Eva, and I knew that she annoyed me, not because she was drunk, but because she had hooked up with Chris. It was terrible, right? So awfully unfair toward my own gender. After all, you had to be at least two to make out, I could be mad at Chris. But it was simply easier to target this stranger than Chris.

“Noora, listen!” Eva said, oblivious to the hustle around her. But Noora was looking directly at Will and Chris too. “Noora!” Eva turned her face so her friend would look at her. “I was hooking up with P-Chris and then his phone started to ring, and guess what? It was Isak! He left me in a hurry. Maybe he is gay, after all!” She said in a conniving tone.

I tried so hard to ignore the part she was saying Christoffer was gay to focus on the important part.

“Sorry?” I said, trying to get her attention, and I did. “Hi, hum, Eva, right?” She nodded. “You saidIsak called Chris? Are you sure?” I asked her, praying that she was too drunk and misunderstood the name.

“Yes, 100% sure,” she replied in a cheerful way. The bus stopped, and then all my fears materialized. I got up so fast that the girls around me jumped back. Chris had disappeared but Iquickly found William.

“You. Are. Not. Doing. It.” I said slowly, articulating each word so to make myself clear. I honestly couldn’t believe how stupid these boys could be, but the fact that they hid everything from me made it even worst.

“Y/N, relax,” he started saying, but I was so fucking mad I didn't let him finish.

“Relax my ass, William! How could you all not tell me you were planning another fight with the Yakuzas? Are you out of your mind?” I was pratically screaming, but the music was too loud, sothe only people hearing me were the boys around us.

“Y/N...” Theo started - he was the youngest one and the thought of him in a fight with the Yakuzas terrified me. They all knew how furious I was, as I could see them give me apologetic glances when I looked around, and there was also the fact they were all call me by my first name and not mynickname.

William pulled me away from the other boys and girls’ sight. “They beat up Chris, we can’t overlook this.”

I trembled from the memory of a hurt Chris in front of me, it's true that it was awful andwhen I first saw how badly he had been beaten, I was ready to go pick a fight with the Yakuzas myself. But right now, all I could think about was: who will I have to take care of today? How many of them will I have to patch up?

I stood there, in silence while William stared at me.

“Cap?” he called me by my nickname. Cap is short for Captain, and it is how they all called me. Expect when they had something serious to tell me or something to apologize for.

“Please, leave it alone,” I started to beg him, when someone came and hugged me from behind. I didn’t need to look to know it was Chris. With one arm around my waist he squeezed my side to let me know everything was going to be alright. I genuinely wanted to believe him and I didn't think he was lying, but he was just too optimistic.

“They beat up Jonas too. We can’t let them beat innocent people. We’ll teach them some good manners and then they’ll never hurt anyone the way they hurt me,” Chris said in my ear. That was when I realized the music had stopped. “-and you.”

I closed my eyes, trying so hard not to remember what happened that night I ran into the Yakuza gang.

I felt Chris’ phone vibrate. He stopped holding me to look at it and glanced at at William. He didn’t need to say anything, we all knew what he meant. It started now.

I began to follow them out of the bus, when Chris stopped. “One more thing, you are not coming.”

“Yeah sure, you can count on that,” I huffed, making it clear that there was no way I was going to let them do this without me. If anything serious happened, I needed to be there.

“Y/N, please. Stay here with the other girls.” I could hear the desperation in his voice. I saw Will talking to Noora, probably asking her the same thing. I wouldn’t stay in that bus even if someone paid me to do it.

“Fine, I will stay with them.” I lied just so he would stop trying to convince me to stay. He knew Iwas lying, but he didn’t know what to do about it. There was no time.

“Just... Be safe, for my fucking sake.”

This was a little more convincing that the whole “stay here, it's for your own good” speech. I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Go get them tiger,” I said, sounding more confident than I actually felt.

And just like that, they all left the bus. I hold the girls a little bit more, just so they would stop asking questions and because I thought they deserved to know. While I was waiting, I thought I was going to throw up. Suddenly I felt someone grab my hand, and I turned my head to see Noora. She smiled at me, and I knew that she was as nervous as I was. I looked around to see all five girls staring at me in expectation, as if I they thought I was about to have a breakdown. They were trying to send me positive energy, even the two ones, Vilde and Chris, that I didn’t exchange a word with. I’ve never felt so grateful for being surrounded by girls until that moment. I counted the seconds and when one minutes had passed, I lost it and got up and to the door, following my friends outside.             

#skam #skam imagine #skam imagines #imagines skam #imagine skam #chris schistad #chris schistad imagine #chris schistad imagines #william mangusson #william mangussom imagines #william mangussom imagine #christoffer schistad #noora sætre #eva mohn #sana bakkoush #the penetrators #the penetrators imagine

[mantis-lizbian]

had a dream that i’ve either had before, or is actual like a TV episode i saw once, and i am so distraught because ALL OF THE FEELS!

so... the details are already sleeping (i have dreams exceedingly rarely, so i have incredible difficult remembering them, especially when i want to), but basically... so the main character is this kid - i say kid, but they’re actually in their 20s or so, about my age, still in comparison to the rest of the team, a kid - can’t remember if they’re male or female, but i think male. another member of the team is basically Ziva from NCIS, and the plot of this episode/dream involves the main character traveling back in time to before not-Ziva was recruited to the team and she was still part of this resistance group in some Soviet-controlled country/region. anyway, MC has this major crush on not-Ziva, but has never really acted on it (i suppose it’s more like a puppy love thing, anyway, which is probably also why even though not-Ziva totally realizes, she also hasn’t said anything) - oh, and not-Ziva when part of the team is, as i said, pretty much identical in personality to Ziva in NCIS, and resistance-era not-Ziva turns out to be the cold loner you’d expect from this plot.

anyway, so for whatever reason, MC is sent back with another team member, but i can’t remember who and for some reason it isn’t not-Ziva (she has more of a HQ role with the team, but even so... then again, this isn’t out-of-character for her, once you meet past!not-Ziva). so MC gets sent back, and is told where past!not-Ziva is and some vague hints that she won’t be as friendly as her current self. they find the abandoned building she’s in, and get to her hideout where her computer is sitting, but she doesn’t seem to be around. MC for some reason decides to turn on her computer - i guess to see if there’s any hints or records of where she might be right now or something - but said computer is booby-trapped to a ridiculous degree. there’s the computer itself, a printer, and a PS2, all hooked together. possibly a couple other things too like a stereo. in order for the whole set up not to explode violently after turning on the computer, you have to type in a password, then turn on the monitor, plug the two PS2 controllers into the PS2 into specific slots in a specific order, turn on the PS2, type in a password, turn on the printer, type in another password... and each of these steps must be done within 10 to 20 seconds. and of course, there is no backing out once the computer has been turned on. so somehow, MC gets to the printer step, but is really stressed because the timer! had it been a single timer for the whole thing where each step is allotted about 10 to 20 seconds, that’d be one thing since some of these steps would never take a full 10 seconds, so if you’re quick on the simpler actions you’d basically get a few extra seconds for the more complex ones, but no. separate timers for every single one.

anyway, at this point past!not-Ziva turns up, smirks and tortures MC a bit by just sitting there and letting the timer slowly tick down while he’s just had it and is freaking out about having no idea what the next step even is, and is begging her to please just turn it all off. and finally at literally the last second, she does the next step, and finishes up bypassing the security measures. past!not-Ziva is a fucking bitch. so, backstory explained - in retrospect, i have no idea why past!not-Ziva believed any of it, but hey, more important plot. which i honestly don’t remember. at one point, though, past!not-Ziva says “you like her [meaning future!not-Ziva] don’t you? so why haven’t you done anything?” completely flustering MC - as was her intent - as she also leaves the building, putting MC at risk of completely losing track of her again. i should mention at this point that MC has barely mentioned future!not-Ziva, she’s just that perceptive.

so moving on. plot stuff happens that i can barely remember, but THEN we meet this i suppose popstar? some sort of singer. but she had a bit more of a rock aesthetic, but the music wasn’t quite rock-y enough to count so... who MC completely falls head-over-heels in love with. and past!not-Ziva, who had practically grown up with Popstar, was already deeply - as Scott Pilgrim would aptly say in this instance - in lesbian with her. and most of the way through the dreamisode, there’s like this street concert for whatever reason (which is a big part of what leads me to think that this was a dream i’d had before rather than an actual live-action show, because wut?) and Popstar sings this incredibly beautiful ballad - which i actually heard the name of quite clearly in the dream, as well as the song itself, which is nuts! because dreams don’t really create original suttf. they just mash up and remix bits and pieces of what you’ve already come across! and even on top of that, things like text and lyrics usually have zero... resolution in dreams (seriously, next time you’re dreaming, try reading a book, and you’ll notice that the pages are either all blank, or look like you’re looking at them through the worst prescription glasses for your eyes). anyway, the song was beautiful enough, and this scene was basically played to underscore both MC’s and not-Ziva’s love for Popstar - and all three of these characters we’d grown to know and love ourselves as viewers throughout the dream - but as i said, this was a dream i’d had before. so i knew what happened. i knew that Popstar was going to die in an explosion soon... and that that was basically what triggered not-Ziva to join the time travel team. and i woke up this time, towards the end of the song, with my throat tight, eyes aching, on the verge of tears...

i wish i could remember that song better, because i now want to listen to it on repeat for the next hundred hours. solely with regard to meter and sonority, not necessarily actual meaning, the title was something like “I’m Here Living Without You (Hello)”