#something sister and i discussed after watch dark today

[delicatebluebirdruins]

I get so sad about Jonas loving Martha the way he did. Like he loved her for awhile. she may very much be his first love. and yet his first kiss wasn't his own and his happiest moment their possible first time being intimate with anyone let alone someone they genuinly love being discoloured and overshadowed by finding his dad. And then, and then her brother disappears and he finds out they are related. They aunt and nephew and he knows his love for his wrong but the length of time knowing she is his aunt doesn't match the time for actually knowing and loving her when you think about it and you'd need so much time to just to begin to unpick that

#these guys need therapy #dark netflix #martha nielsen #jonas kahnwald #i know he spent so much time away from her but it doesn't change the part where he knows her as martha his lover and not martha his aunt #something sister and i discussed after watch dark today #we might finish it tomorrow excited and nervous #also #thoughts for later

[readychilledwine]

Cassian Week Day 2 Prompt Gentle-

A/N: Cassian has My heart, but I rarely can write him as a love interest the way some people so amazingly can. When I think of Cassian, I think of my older brother. A kind, loving, and gentle person who, due to his larger size, was cast into this role of a dominating force, and Cassian embraced it. "Gentle" is my absolute favorite prompt from this week, and I had planned to keep this to myself, but I have so many little fics and drabbles already locked away that I wanted to make sure anyone else who sees Cassian as the safe big brother also had something to read.. So enjoy 💜

Warnings- implied injury and unedited (you know the best warning)

--------------------

Reader is the youngest Archeron sister, and after being made, has begged Rhysand to allow her to have combat training. Hand to hand doesn't go as planned, though, when Azriel gets asked to spar her so Cassian can watch and take notes on her progress.

—----------

Your back hit the training mat with a loud thud. All you could do was blink the shock from your system as Cassian ran over to your side separating you from Azriel. The loud cough and gasp you released as your body screamed for oxygen had you rolling to your side.

"What the fuck, Az?" Cassian was in shock. His voice was muffled to your ears as you tried to focus on calming the burning sensation in your lungs.

"She was doing so well, I just-" Azriel sighed at the look Cassian shot him, "I got caught up in thinking it was someone more experienced. I thought she could handle it." Azriel's own guilt hit you instantly as he watched you curl up on the ground. "Y/N, I am so sorry. I didn-"

"We haven't even begun to discuss what to do when someone is about to throw you or slam you down. She has only trained for a few weeks, Azriel." Cassian moved to you, kneeling on one knee at your side as your body continued to try to breathe through the pain in rushed pants. "Y/n, are you okay?" Cassian's rough hands braced your neck softly as he sat you up and leaned you against his thigh. "Arms above your head, baby. You knocked her breath straight out of her." Cassian moved you again, trying to stop you from decompressing your chest and stomach, "Next time, push your body weight the opposite way he is throwing, y/n. Do not let Azriel rag doll you." Azriel scoffed at the comment, kneeling down next to you on the other side and holding your hand in his.

Cassian pulled you in closer to him with a glare. He was softly rubbing his hand up and down your spine slowly to coach you into deep breaths. "Breathe sweetheart, you're okay. In through your nose, out through your mouth. There we go, just like that." Cassian smiled brightly at you as your breathing became more regular. "Rhys and Nesta are going to kill you." He looked at Azriel with a serious expression. "Ness already is upset we are forcing her to train. She might actually steal a knife and stab you."

Azriel sighed deeply. "That would get Nesta out of her room at least." They both watched as you cracked the smallest smile before leaning into Cassian more. "I think she's done for today. That will leave a nasty bruise. I'll have one of the twins go to the room to rub salve on it."

Cassian nodded in agreement. Your eyes met the upset ones of another male as Cassian began to speak again. "I'll carry you up to your room, y/n. Az, can you clean up here? I want to talk her through what she did well and wrong. Y/n, Please don't tell Rhys about this.."

"He already knows," you whispered softly before pointing to the doorway where your sister's husband stood. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he studied the scene before him. Anger graced his face as he took in your disheveled, messy braid of dark brown hair, your red face, and your soft pants from being unable to take a full breath yet. Cassian chuckled lowly while looking between Rhys and Azriel. "Be nice, Rhys. I asked. It was-"

"I told Cassian to train you," the high lord said sternly. "Strictly for this reason. Now I get to tell Feyre you were hurt tonight when we speak."

Azriel was the first to turn as Cassian gently picked you up, supporting your knees with one of his arms. "Let's go get you a bath, princess," he whispered gently into your ear. "They're about to fight and it might get ugly. Our dear Rhysie has some pent up anger that he does not want to admit to, and Azriel is always more than happy to fight him."

You nodded, arms going around his neck so you could tuck yourself further into his chest. "Why did he want you to train me?"

"I would never throw you this early. Soft gentle movements until you have more experience, more balance, better strength. Az didn't want to baby you. Rhysand and I did. Because. Well. You are the baby." His voice was soft as he reached the room you and Azriel had begun to share since being made.

He continued after opening the door. "Azriel felt that was unnecessary. That you were capable and babying you after you begged us to ensure you never felt helpless again was unfair."

"And he won because of the bond?" Cassian nodded to the question as he set you down on the bed and Sat beside you.

"We compromised. I told him I would train you with progress updates every two weeks where he was involved. That is why he was there today. To spar you while I watched to see what I needed to fix, what we could progress on. I will be talking to him, though. You were not ready for that level of hand to hand. He needs to be more gentle with my baby sister."

Cassian's hand continued rubbing up and down your back as he held you. "Your footing was wonderful. You have made so much progress in the past couple of weeks. Feyre would be proud." He smiled down at you, then switched to a serious face, "You had a few strikes we need to work on, and we need to teach you how to get out of a few holds again. You did very well, though. I am very happy with your progress."

You smiled against his chest. "It must be the good, gentle teacher."

Cassian hummed as he placed a kiss on your head and pulled you in for another warm hug. "Or the aggressive dedicated student."

#cassian acotar #cassianappreciationweek2023 #cassianxplatonic!reader #cassian x reader #day 2: gentle

[hawkeyeharrington]

Billy’s at the Door

Wrote this at 2am last night after watching Steve edits for a while. Figured someone else could get beaten up instead of him for a change. Vaguely based off Steve and Billys fight in season 2 but not really

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, not a nice Billy fic

Word Count: 2716

Billy Hargrove was a piece of work at the best of times from what you’ve experienced and from what Max has discussed with you. Billy Hargrove on a mission to get what he wants is a whole new level that you wished you hadn’t discovered.

You didn’t live that far away from the Byers residence, that was the sole reason you thought you were okay to go home to check your mom was still away on the business trip she had talked about for weeks, you didn’t want her to be home for what was about to happen to Hawkins, or what you suspected was about to happen. Being a five minute walk away the kids and Steve, with some assurances from you that you would be fine, eventually let you go with the promise you would radio them when you got there and when you were about to leave within the 10 minute timeframe you had agreed on.

As you unlocked your door, you let them know you were home and received a quick ‘roger that, over’ as a response. You clipped the radio to your belt as you ventured further into the house, the darkness giving you a whole new level of fear after the past years events.

After calling your mom's name a few times you were content that she had been gone for a while, you grabbed a few snacks from the cupboard and shoved them into your bag, knowing at a minimum Dustin would appreciate them. 

As you hummed a tune under your breath to keep you calm you zipped up your bag, starting to turn the lights off when you heard a knock at the door. You stopped where you were, waiting for the radio to come to life with Steve saying he was outside, wanting him to say he didn’t want you to be alone as another knock came at the door, followed by the voice you didn’t want to hear. 

“I know you’re in there!” A voice growled. “If you don’t open the door, I’m coming in. If Max is in there I’m going to kill her.”

You froze in your spot, your hand slowly making your way to the radio as if he could see any sudden movement, even though you were backed against a wall. You pressed on the call button “Is anyone receiving?” You asked, your voice low and you’re unsure if it’s even audible. 

After what felt like eternity Mike's voice crackled through. “Are you on your way back? Over.”

“Billy’s at the door, he thinks Max is here. He’s gonna break down the door if I don’t answer.” You said quickly as Billy’s voice echoed through the otherwise empty house again, this time more calm.

“Please just come to the door, I just need to know where my sister is. If she’s not here I’ll leave. Something happened, is she safe? She needs to come home.”

You hesitated. He was going to break in or you could open the door and try to distract him long enough for the guys to get to your house.

You chose the latter.

You silently made your way across the hallway, turning your radio down as you hadn’t got a response through yet and didn’t feel that Billy needed to be aware of when you did. Your shaking hand unlocked the top lock, before turning the key at the bottom. You laughed at the irony of making the house secure from harm, only to unlock it when danger came literally knocking at your door.

As you slowly opened the door you were greeted with Billy leaning against the post of your porch, closest to the door. “Thought I was going to have to force my way in.” He laughed harshly, standing up straighter.

“She’s not here, I’m looking after the house. I’m not sure where everyone else is.” You told him, trying your best to lie convincingly.

“You see, I’d believe it if I hadn’t seen you all earlier today. I also know you’re just as much of that group as Steve is. So I’m assuming as a fellow babysitter, you would know where they are at all times.” He said as a matter of fact, taking a step towards you.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you watched him approach. “T-typically I would know but I’m taking a brief break, kids can get too much you know.” You laughed nervously. “I can let you know when I next see them if that’s any help to you.” Your cocky response was met with a dark laugh.

You took a step back and as you were about to slam the door shut, his foot jammed the gap, his hand forcing the door back with more force than you were expecting, meaning you stumbled against the entry table.

“I’m not enjoying how confident you’ve got, I miss when you used to step out of my way when I walked past you at school. Felt much more real.” He muttered as he got in your face, before gripping the collar of your shirt. “So I’ll ask once again, where is Max?”

“You never actually asked in the first place. You assumed she was here.” Without hesitation, he pulled back and a punch landed on your cheek. He took a step back while he watched you instinctively pull your hand to cradle your face, feeling blood well up from inside your cheek you winced. 

Eyes determined, knowing he wasn’t going to leave without a fight you spat at him. “I don’t know what is wrong with you, or why you’re so fucked up but why do you think I would share where she is after that’s how you ask. You’re a shitty brother, and you wonder why she’s scared of you?” 

You watched him as he stepped closer, kicking him in the stomach in an attempt to put some distance between you, Billy crouching over instinctively. You started your attempt to make your way to the kitchen, only to be grabbed by the leg and pulled down, your chin taking the brunt of the fall. Billy quickly flipped you over, straddling your hips to pin you down, a second punch coming to your face, disorientating you for a second as he watched on amused.

“I really don’t appreciate this attempt to be brave. I’ll leave once you share.” He muttered, his hand trailing down your cheek, landing on your neck. He added pressure, causing you to gasp in an attempt to preserve some energy. As he leaned forward to taunt you some more you took your opportunity and slammed your knee up, hoping it would hit any target.

When he faltered you shoved him and crawled your way up to a standing position, making your way quickly to the kitchen. Panicked, you opened any drawer to try to find something to use as a weapon. 

“You’re really pissing me off now, you know?” He growled as he stood at the opposite side of the kitchen island to you.

“That is the intention.” You replied. Not having time before he pounced across the counter, which you weren’t expecting, but you still managed to smack a plate across his head, it hardly affecting him as he shoved you back, your head bouncing off the cupboard while a punch simultaneously landed on your stomach, fully disorientating you. You hear the scrape of metal across the counter, realising he’s grabbed the knife you had stupidly left out as a back up option. With no hesitation it lands in your side. Your eyes meet his, his hand resting firmly on the handle.

Before another word can be uttered you hear Steve shouting your name, the front door creaking open again. That was enough to distract Billy as he walked away. Without his weight to hold you up you slid down the cupboard. Your vision finally blurring from the hits to your head and what you can assume is a nasty wound in your side.

Within seconds Steve was by your side, his hands hovering over you, unsure of what to address first.

“He’s knocked out!” You hear Max’s voice from the other room. Not having the energy to be concerned that children were brought to help you.

Steve wasn’t even listening to Max and whoever else was with you, you just assumed everyone. “We need to get her back to Byers, Joyce and Nancy can help.” He said, trying to keep his voice calm as he watched you, feeling like he was watching the bruises appear quicker than they should be. “Do you have a first aid kit here? We can try to move this.” He said quietly to you, gesturing to your abdomen.

“Bathroom cupboard.” You whispered, which had him shouting at someone to get it.

Dustin appeared by your side, all but throwing the box at Steve. He looked at you and you heard him whisper “Shit, shit, shit.” before being glared at by Steve.

Steve rummaged around the box before apologising to you, kissing your shoulder gently, before making quick work of pulling the knife out, immediately holding gauze to it. Wincing at your scream. “I’m so sorry, I just need to sort it out before taking you back. It’s to the side,it shouldn’t have hit anything serious, I just need to stop it bleeding too much and you’ll be okay. I promise.” He smiled, blinking away any tears.

“Look who listened in biology and health class.” You smiled. “I think I can walk, if you help me.” He shook his head.

“You’re getting carried and I won’t hear any objections.” He replied, shaking his head at your confidence in your body at that moment in time. You watched silently as he bandaged up the wound. “I’m sorry but this is going to hurt.” He mumbled into your neck before he wrapped his arms around you, cradling you as he picked you up.

As quiet as you tried to be, Steve heard you attempt to hold back a cry, and looked at you with apologetic eyes before he took off, walking as quick as he could back to Byers, back to safety.

After the brisk walk, many attempts to not jostle you and the kids hot on his heels you arrived. He carefully put you down with a weak smile, instantly getting shoved aside as Joyce dropped down, immediately helping. He assumed one of the guys had radioed ahead.

He looked at you with a sigh before turning around to exit the front room, wanting the isolation the porch could offer him. The isolation lasted all but 15 seconds as Dustin slowly opened the door. Steve looked up at him, hand running through his hair. “I shouldn’t have let her go alone.”

“She’s stubborn, she would have left if you took your eyes off her for a second.” Dustin shrugged as he dropped down to sit next to his friend. “Which we all know you wouldn’t.” “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.” “Oh please, we all know you’re obsessed with her.”

Steve's head snapped around. “Wha-I’m not obsessed with her. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He rambled.

“You go incoherent around her and when we’ve watched movies you literally sat and watched her, or pulled her down to sit with you or..” He was cut off by Steve waving his hand to silence him.

“I’m assuming everyone knows.” He muttered, not even trying to deny it. His emotions already exhausted from the whirlwind of events.

“I don’t think she does. Wouldn’t surprise me if she did though, not like subtly is something you’re good at.” He laughed, receiving a shove from Steve. “When you’re not looking she does what you do, all that googly eye, longing glances. Every time you’re knocked out she gets panicked.”

“I don’t get knocked out that often!”

“Enough that it concerns her.” He shrugged. “Look, all I’m saying is that once she’s better, and there’s a moment of calm it’s worth just talking to her. No one's gonna blame you for what just happened, especially her. She’ll just want kisses to boost the mood.” He smirked, making a kissy face before getting shoved again.

It was another hour before Steve reentered the house, the cold finally getting to him. That and the fact he looked down and realised he was still covered in your dried blood, being too overwhelmed to wash it off when he first entered the house. As he stepped back in, he ignored the looks from Mike, Will and Lucas, who had all heard his quiet sobs from the wall behind them. He beelined for the kitchen, scrubbing his hands until Joyce entered the room.

“She’s gonna be okay.” She promised, leaning over to turn off the scalding water, offering a towel. “She’s asking for you, got concerned when she woke back up and you weren’t with her. She’s in my room if you want to go see her.” She smiled, a reassuring hand on his back. He nodded and silently left.

The relief that ran through his body as he nudged the door open, seeing you propped up against what he assumed was most of the pillows the Byers owned, a book in your hand. “Well she lives to see another day. You look like shit.” He teased, coming round to the empty side of the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Should have seen the other guy, think I kneed him hard enough that he will never have kids.” You smiled, ignoring the pain that ran up the side of your face where a bruise had formed, giving you a black eye. “Are you okay?” You asked, as your hand dropped to where his hand rested on the bed.

“Are you kidding right now? I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine, I watched you leave. I didn’t know where you were going. Dustin mentioned you were sitting outside. You know I don’t blame you right? I don’t think combined we would have taken him down much quicker. Max said she injected him with something? I imagine that was the only way he was gonna stop.” You shrugged, attempting to pull him closer.

“I just should have been there.” He mumbled, his eyes avoiding yours as he shifted, turning his hand to interlock his fingers with yours.

“And risk messing up your pretty face again? I’d rather have taken him on my own.” You smiled. “C’mon, kick your shoes off and lay with me.” You hummed. “Joyce made me take something and promised me I’d fall asleep with it.” You laughed.

He hesitated, worrying he would hurt you, but he didn’t get much say in the matter as you tugged his hand again. He kicked his shoes off noisily, before falling back next to you, your hand finding his once more. “Steve…you can blame it on the painkillers if you think I’m being forward and reading into things, but can I have a goodnight kiss?” You whispered as you turned your head to look at him.

“Did Dustin talk to you too?” You nodded with a quiet laugh. “Where does the kid find the time to meddle with all of this going on?” He said with disbelief. He checked your eyes to ensure you were being serious before leaning in, pressing the most delicate kiss to your lips, afraid he would hurt you further. You clearly had different ideas and your hand moved up to his shoulder, to keep him in place as you deepened the kiss.

He felt you try to lean into him before pulling away, a slight groan as your hand dropped to your side. “So how about we wait till you can move properly, and then I’ll take you on a fancy date and you can kiss me all you want.” He whispered smugly, pulling the blanket back up before pecking you again. 

“I really would enjoy that.” You mumbled as you felt him lay back down next to you, leaving as little space as possible. “Can’t wait to gross the kids out, they’re gonna hate us, we have to be insufferable.” You grinned. Steve laughed beside you. Within the next 5 minutes you had both fallen asleep, pressed up against each other.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington Imagine #Stranger Things #Reader Insert #Steve Harrington x You

[bad-got-imagines]

His Royal Obsession

Summary: After the fight at Driftmark, Viserys arranges a betrothal between Aemond and Rhaenyra’s only daughter, Visenya. Beautiful, graceful, and brave, she is the only woman in the Seven Kingdoms who can tame the wild prince. Their budding romance might prevent a war, however, Aegon has something important to tell them both first.

Word Count: 677

Trigger Warnings: Heavy smut, pwp, incestuous relationships, swearing, canon-compliant body mutilation, communism, voyeurism,

Aemond woke up from his slumber. 

"Good morning, my albino draconic big boy," His wife screamed from her pillow, stretching her toes above her head until they popped like his eye flesh from his empty, empty socket, "You are looking extremely eyeless today." 

Aemond smirked, "I am not looking at all, cunt." 

She giggled, pinching his nose, “Because I took your eye, I know, my dark prince.”

Aemond stood and loomed over her menacingly. His one eye flashed in stomach-clenching desire and malice. “You are the most handsome woman in the whole seven kingdoms, Visenya, even with your love for breeding,” he reminded her, turning to leave.

“Please, my favourite prince with spacious room in the ocular of his skull, leave me with a creampie before the council meeting?” She waggled her toes at him, knowing his secret desires. (a/n Aemond and Larys both have a thing for feet bee tee dubs and if u dont like that then stfu!!!111!! Its sooo hot tttt). 

“Brother, where art thou?!” dnomeA shouted, knowing that argon was always nearby, lost. 

As ageon watched aekond enter his wife, he saw that there was more to love than just poetry and romance. Perhaps, he thought, there was room for a little breeding in his life too. Hm. 

And so, Aegon II Targaryen joined his brother and sister-in-law on the bed, and they all spent the morning laughing, loving, and breeding in the way that only Targaryens could. Incestuously. 

“Looks like we'll have to cut our breeding session short, my love,” Desmond roared regretfully, sharply pinching her earlobe erotically. 

“Your the smartest, bravest, most handsome man I know, Aemond,” wegon said from the doorway, voice filled with admiration and de-admiration. 

AEMOND chuckled, clapping his brother on the back. “I know, aegon,” he said, his voice slathered with humour. “But let's not forget that we're also the most virile and sexually gifted brothers in the seven kingdoms plus essos.”

And on the two brothers went to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess. 

Aegoon looked up at his brother, eyes sparkling with the ghosts of his past, "But brother, I thought we were going to give our organs to starving orphans today?" 

Aemnod raised an eyebrow, his one eye narrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about, sexy? We never talked about giving our organs to starving orphans."

eagon's face fell, his eyes growing sad. "But...but I had a dream last night," he said, his elbows trembling. "A dream where we were heroes, saving the lives of innocent children with our sacrificial organs."

aemond sighed, reaching out to pat his brother's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Aegon, but dreams aren't always reality," he said, his long, shiny hair soothing. "We have more pressing matters to attend to, like the council meeting."

Aegon nodded reluctantly, his eyes downcast. "You're right, as always, brother," he said, his voice resigned. "I suppose we can't save the world with our organs after all."

Aemond turned the corridor corner, pulling on his clothes and checking his reflection in the mirror. "Come on, Aegon, let's go to the council meeting," he said, his tone firm. "We'll discuss how we can make a real difference in the world, without sacrificing our own bodies."

And with that, the Targaryen brothers made their way to the council meeting, ready to conquer the world with their intelligence, bravery, and impressive sexual prowess.

Aegon stood up in the council room, “I have an idea. Why don’t we tax the wealthy and then redistribute the wealth amongst the poorest in society.” 

“Be quiet, you gormless weasel!” AEmond growled, slamming his ankle against the table gently, “Communsim is not allowed in Westaros! Our lord and savious Jesus Christian Cole will not allow it!!!!!” 

Aegon’s shoulders slumped and he shrank down to the size of a mouse. 

Visenya burst into the council chambers. “Aemond my big boy!” she clamoured, “Someone has claimed the cannibal!”

“WHAT?!” awmons roared, jumping up in terror 

“Who?” aegom gulped loudly 

“It was.......m.

Continued in part 2.

“Your mother, Queen Alicent!!”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aegon targaryen x aemond targaryen #aegon x aemond #hotd fanfic #hotd #aemond x reader x aegon #bad game of thrones imagines #aegon x reader

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Okay so we know about your stance on sonic crying (which I 100% support) what about the whole debate about shadow moving on from Maria? Like him not mentioning her at all recently and sega wiping that from him completely. Shouldn’t he talk about Maria? It is his sister after all. It just feels weird to not really hear much about her if she means a lot to him. You get what I’m saying?

Hi Hon!❤️✨

Don’t worry, I completely understand what you’re trying to say. It’s not a silly or demeaning question at all. It’s a pretty good one that I think needs to be explored. I know that this is a hard conversation to have, but I think that it would be rewarding in the end. Let’s talk about this!

I don’t believe that SEGA is wiping Maria’s existence from Shadow’s character completely. It doesn't necessarily make sense. Maria Robotnik is essential to Shadow’s character and his development throughout the series. However, I believe that we’re witnessing Shadow and his healing journey currently. It’s almost like we’re watching him grow up and recover along side with him. Remember: Shadow is still a child. He's practically a teenager (SOURCE). Children and maturing individuals (I.E. teenagers) grieve differently than adults do. We don't see that perspective enough in media today. We mostly see grief and healing through representation of adults. What we're seeing now is a child’s healing journey right before our eyes. Shadow handles his grief and healing in a way that makes sense to him.

So what exactly does it mean to grieve? Much like what we’ve discussed with crying, one feels many emotions all at once. There are specific characteristics that help identify when someone is grieving, but the emotions that the griever feels doesn’t exactly fit into a binary. The act of grieving comes in a plethora of shapes and forms. Sometimes it's in the form unhygienic practices, dark thoughts, loss with a divine spiritual connection (I.E. religion), lack in behavioral and cognitive response, guilt, and much more. It's how one responds to loss and what they do with that energy. It fucks with your brain, your heart, and makes you feel worse than small. These emotions can linger for extensive periods of time as well. But... there is a silver lining. You learn how to live again. Once when we've come to terms with grief and recognizing when we're grieving, we begin to heal. And believe it or not, this is harder than it sounds.

We do a fantastic job with conveying to others that it’s perfectly okay to let it be ugly when mourning. What we don’t do a good job with sharing is that healing might be fucking ugly. It has to be ugly in order to heal properly. Sometimes we feel pretty good on our healing journey. Sometimes we feel pretty annoyed and easily startled. Sometimes we start feeling guilty because we're the ones that are healing and getting closure, or we start forgetting simple things about the ones we cared about. And sometimes we go backwards and have to start all over again. And you know what? That is perfectly okay! You are human. You think, you feel, you respond, and you exist. You know how some people say, “the cure is worse than the disease?” This is a prime example of what it means to go through with healing.

Here’s the thing, no one is ever truly gone. I’m not telling you that as an archaeologist, I’m telling you that as a human being. You, yourself, are a beautiful mosaic of people that you’ve encountered. Most of it is good, some of it is bad, and perhaps there's a bit of excess material in there to add a bit of detail. And that’s perfectly fine. The materials that are used to make your mosaic are experiences that have moved you. Being emotionally and spiritually moved by someone will always be with you. All of this, whether you like it or not, helps define who you are. Think about something that you do now because were inspired someone else. It could be something mundane, like whistling while walking on a specific street corner, doing jazz hands to empathize joy, listening to music or even preparing a meal the same way that someone has done because that's how they've liked it. These little quirks that appear out of the blue are indicators to let the griever know that they're okay. They are never truly forgotten. It may be hard to remember their face at times, but you never forget how much they've moved you. And you never forget how much you loved them and continue to love them to this day.

To answer your question, no. I do not see this being a problem, nor think that it's a concern. Yes, we don’t really hear him talking about his sister in newer games and spin-offs. That’s not a bad thing. This is showing us that he on his spiritual journey of finding peace. Remember: there's a difference between being reminded of one's death constantly as a defining trait compared to sharing an experience and growing from it. We, as the audience, are watching Shadow embark on his healing journey. We're watching him move forward and come to peace with what happened. It seems painful to us because we're watching it live as it happens. We've watched him spiral in SA2 with the wounds still fresh in mind, we've watched him find contentment with being alive in Heroes, we've seen him question his existence and find solidarity in Battles, and we've seen him find peace with his creator and sister in ShTH 2005.

Shadow doesn't necessarily need to share these emotions if he doesn’t want to. He’s surrounded by the right people that recognize he still in the process of healing and give him space if he needs it. The emotions that he feels in his heart and his mind are for him to experience only and to share when he’s ready. At least... this is how I interpret the situation.

I hope that this answers your question, my dear.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #mystery anon #off topic

[sokkastyles]

Soooo, life happened and I didn't get as much writing done as I wanted to get done. I don't have a finished fic to bring today but I do have a short sneak peek at what I've been working on for @zkmythicalcreaturesweek Day 2: Werewolves and Vampires. I plan to post the actual finished fic eventually.

Sort of loosely based on the videogame The Quarry.

As the evening grew long and cool, Katara followed Zuko up the hill, pausing when she spotted a patch of purple fireweed and kneeling down to snap off the stems, to use later. If she were with a group of campers, then she might have stopped to use this as a teaching moment, to talk about the old ways of her tribe, to discuss the plant’s uses and to thank the earth for its blessings. Fireweed meant life was returning to a place. When the flowers went to seed, it meant summer was finally over. They still had some time, yet.

Zuko stopped and turned to watch her.

"You know, I always envied the way everything was so sacred to you. I don't have that."

"Yeah, you do," she said, thinking of the way he looked during his xiaolin classes with the kids. How happy, like he'd forgotten the rest of the world existed. “The kids love you. That. That’s sacred. And you love them, too. And this place. That’s why you keep coming here.”

"Nah," Zuko shook his head. "I just had to get the fuck away from my dad's house. That's what those summers meant to me. Like an escape." He punctuated the last word by breaking an overhanging branch that obscured the path ahead and tossed it several yards into the trees.

Katara thought about the summer he didn't get away.

It was the summer after sixth grade, when the girls’ and boys’ cabins came together at dinner on the first night. Zuko was nowhere to be seen for the first time since she'd started coming here every summer since she’d been eight. She'd been glad, then, that she didn't have to deal with Zuko trying to compete with her in sparring and fencing and canoeing that summer. All summer free of his arrogant bragging and volatile temper.

Then the next summer he'd returned, more arrogant and angry than ever, with that scar on his face.

Katara looked away from him. "It's getting dark."

She wasn't sure when her feelings towards Zuko had started to change, when he'd stopped being competition, stopped being that bratty kid, and started being something else.

Neither of them were kids anymore, and seeing Zuko with the campers this morning had made that clear, too. Zuko was one of the rocks here at camp, one of the best councilors she'd ever met. He cared about the kids, and this place, no matter what he said.

She wondered, as she followed his retreating back down the path towards camp, if her feelings had something to do with guilt about that summer. She didn't know the details about the scar that covered most of the left side of his face, but she did know Zuko was telling the truth when he said his home life had been bad. That situation had gotten better, at least. Was it his uncle that he and his sister lived with now? She couldn’t really remember, and that was when she realized that she didn’t really know Zuko, not as well as she should.

Part of her still felt responsible for how much she had hated him when they were kids. Even though it didn't matter. Even though Zuko had clearly forgotten.

Ahead of her on the path, Zuko froze, his body poised perfectly still. "Did you hear that?" He said, almost like a whisper.

Katara could hear the faint rustling of branches as a light breeze tousled Zuko’s hair. The sounds of crickets, heralds for the coming night. Nothing else.

"N-" But then she did hear it. A long, low howl, somewhere in the distance.

#zutara #zkmythicalcreaturesweek #day 2: werewolves and vampires #zuko #katara #my fic

[glitterp0prhaps0dy]

Ghost stories

It was a dark and stormy night, the wind howling with ferocity as it swept through the neighborhood. The branches of the barren, charred trees struck against the windows like desperate, skeletal hands, creating an eerie, rhythmic tapping. Rain lashed against the panes in sheets, the sky intermittently lit by flashes of lightning, casting ghostly shadows across the room.

Inside, Barb, Rebel, Floyd, Carol, Riff, Demo, and Val were huddled together for a sleepover, taking refuge in the cozy room that belonged to the two sisters. They were sprawled across the floor and beds, surrounded by pillows and blankets, a small island of warmth and laughter amidst the tempest outside.

"So, did anyone actually finish Mr. venges impossible math homework?" Carol asked, rolling her eyes dramatically as she tossed a pillow towards Riff.

"No way, I figured life's too short for that kind of torture," Riff responded with a grin, catching the pillow and hugging it to his chest.

"Yeah, and speaking of short, did you see Sabor try to dunk today during PE? I swear, it was like watching a penguin try to fly," barb chimed in, causing a burst of laughter to ripple through the group.

"Oh, come on, guys, be nice! But honestly, that was hilarious," Rebel added, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she mimicked the failed dunk attempt, her arms flailing comically.

The room was filled with their chatter, the storm outside momentarily forgotten as they exchanged stories and banter. They delved into discussions about the latest school gossip, debated over the best video game released that year, and shared their most embarrassing moments, each tale more ridiculous than the last.

As the laughter continued, a sudden gust of wind slammed against the house, louder than before, as if warning them of what was to come. Then, without warning, the room plunged into darkness, the cheerful chatter replaced by surprised shouts and the storm's wrath filling their sudden silence.

"The power's out!" Val exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"Perfect! This just turned into a real horror movie night," Demo said, his voice echoing slightly in the dark room as he fumbled around for his flashlight.

They quickly scrambled to gather candles and any other light sources they could find, their voices now a blend of nervous laughter and mock bravado as they prepared to weather the storm in true sleepover style, amidst tales of ghost stories and the roaring storm outside.

"Well... we can't watch movies or play video games now... RIOT AGAINST THE STORM!" Carol declared, her voice rising above the howling wind outside. Demo and Riff exchanged a glance, Riff's grin widening into something mischievous. "Oh no..." Demo muttered, eyeing Riff warily.

With a dramatic flourish, Riff snatched up one of the candles, its flickering flame casting eerie shadows across his face. "OUJIA BOARD!!!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the darkened room.

"We are not contacting the dead, Riff!" Floyd protested, swiftly grabbing the candle from his friend's grasp. Val nodded in agreement, her expression wary. Barb, ever the peacemaker, spoke up, "Although spooky would fit the vibe, how about we tell scary stories to each other instead?"

The idea sparked a debate among the group, some eager for the thrill of a ghostly tale while others hesitated, not wanting to invite any more frights into the room. After much deliberation, they reached a consensus, opting for the less supernatural option of sharing spooky stories.

"So, who's telling the first story?" Carol asked eagerly, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Demo's hand shot up eagerly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Me! Me!" he exclaimed, bouncing on the spot.

"Alright, Demo's up first!" Barb declared, a grin spreading across her face as she settled in, ready to be entertained.

Demo cleared his throat dramatically, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room. "Alright, gather 'round, my friends, for I have a tale to send shivers down your spines," he began, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.

"Once upon a time, in a dark and gloomy forest much like this one," Demo began, "there lived a group of friends, just like us. They were out on a camping trip, seeking adventure and thrills." He paused for effect, his gaze sweeping over his audience, their faces a mix of anticipation and skepticism.

"As they huddled around the campfire, swapping stories and sharing laughs, they began to notice something strange. A faint rustling in the bushes, a chilling breeze that seemed to whisper their names," Demo continued, his voice growing more animated with each word.

"And then, out of the darkness emerged... the dreaded Sock Monster!" he exclaimed, his arms flailing dramatically. "Yes, you heard me right. The Sock Monster, a creature of legend said to steal socks from unsuspecting campers!"

The group erupted into laughter at the absurdity of Demo's story, their skepticism outweighing any sense of fear. "Seriously, Demo? A Sock Monster?" Riff chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Hey, it's scarier than you think!" Demo protested, though he couldn't help but grin at their reaction.

Floyd laughed, shaking his head. "But trolls don’t wear socks... or shoes for that matter," he pointed out, amusement clear in his voice.

Carol's eyes glinted with mischievous delight as she declared, "My tuuuuurn!" Her laugh then morphed into a cackling echo that could rival any witch from a children’s fairy tale.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a hushed, eerie whisper. "There once stood an old house at the edge of town, known by all as the Murder House. It was said that anyone who dared to enter its doors at night would hear the whispers of the past—cries of those who met their grisly end within its walls."

Carol paused to ensure she had everyone's rapt attention before continuing. "One stormy night, much like tonight, a group of teenagers decided to test the legend. They entered the house, laughing off the warnings. As they explored, the house seemed to groan and creak with every step they took, almost as if it were alive."

She lowered her voice to nearly a whisper, "Then, suddenly, doors started slamming shut by themselves, trapping them inside. And from the shadows, emerged the ghostly figures of the house’s previous victims, their faces twisted in eternal agony. The teens tried to run but found themselves face to face with the spirit of the house’s original owner, a notorious murderer who still carried the axe that claimed many lives."

Carol's friends listened, wide-eyed, as she dramatically mimed swinging an axe. "One by one, their screams filled the house, adding to the chorus of whispers that haunt it to this day. And legend has it, those teens never left... their spirits trapped forever in the Murder House."

As Carol finished her tale, she scanned the group, noting their horrified expressions. Floyd was the first to break the silence, his voice a mix of fear and admiration, "Wow, Carol, that was actually pretty creepy."

Val hugged her arms around herself, shivering slightly. "Yeah, remind me never to let you pick our movie nights," she said, half-joking, half-serious.

Barb, still looking a bit unsettled, added, "Definitely better than your usual ghost stories. I’m not looking forward to sleeping tonight."

Their nervous laughter filled the room, each secretly hoping they wouldn’t be the next to tell a tale, as Carol’s story had set a chillingly high bar.

Riff stood up, clearing his throat dramatically as he prepared to dive into his own "terrifying" tale. "Alright, gather 'round for a true horror story," he began, his voice tinged with mock solemnity. "This is the chilling tale of the eighth-grade prom rejection."

He paused for effect, glancing around at his friends who were already smirking, anticipating the twist in his story. "There I was, armed with courage and a bouquet of the finest supermarket flowers. I walked up to my best friend, heart pounding, ready to ask the big question: Will you be my bestie at prom?"

Riff's face contorted into a mask of exaggerated horror. "And then—brace yourselves—she said... 'No, I'm going with someone else.'" He clutched his heart as if wounded, staggering back a step for effect.

The room erupted in laughter, the tension from Carol's spooky story dissolving into chuckles and snickers. Floyd wiped a tear from his eye, laughing, "Man, that’s the scariest thing I’ve heard all night!"

Val playfully tossed a pillow at Riff. "Oh, the horror! How did you ever recover?" she teased, still giggling.

Riff took a theatrical bow, grinning as he rejoined the circle. "It was tough, but here I am, survived to tell the tale!" His story, though far from terrifying, brought a welcome lightness back to the group.

Barb chimed in, still chuckling from Riff's story. "You guys should know, I was the 'best friend' in that tragic tale," she revealed, giving Riff a playful nudge. "He was so scared to go to prom alone that after I said no, he didn't even go!"

Riff feigned a hurt expression, shrugging exaggeratedly. "What can I say? Prom without my best bud seemed like a nightmare scenario. So, I opted for a horror movie marathon at home instead—way less terrifying than a dance floor."

Val took the stage, clutching plushies to her chest like props in a grand theater production. With dramatic flair, she began her tale of romantic tragedy and horror, using the plushies to enact each scene as she spoke.

"Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a pair of star-crossed lovers," Val began, her voice tinged with theatrics. "Their love burned bright like the fiercest flame, yet fate had other plans..."

As Val delved deeper into her story, weaving a tale of heartbreak and haunting, the group watched in rapt attention. Each twist and turn was punctuated by Val's animated gestures, eliciting gasps and chuckles from her captive audience.

Rebel, ever the stoic observer, offered a casual remark. "Wow, Val, we got a whole show from that."

Floyd chimed in, a teasing smile on his face. "Val, isn't that just the plot of one of the Twilight movies?" he asked.

"THOSE MOVIES ARE HORRIFYINGLY TERRIBLE, OKAY!" Val laughed out loud, joining in the jest.

Floyd cleared his throat, the flicker of the candle casting eerie shadows on his face as he leaned forward, his voice lowering to a hushed, somber tone. "Okay, guys, I've got a scary story for you. And the creepiest part? It's actually real."

He paused, letting the silence hang for a moment to build suspense. "This is the story of the Bergens and Trollstice. You see, there's this day, once a year, where the mood in Bergen Town shifts from gloomy to downright sinister. On Trollstice, every Bergen gets a chance to experience true happiness—but the way they do it is horrific."

He glanced around the circle, ensuring he had everyone’s full attention. "The Bergens believe the only way they can feel joy is by eating a troll. Yes, eating them. Imagine being a Pop Troll, knowing that once a year, your fate could be to end up in the stomach of a monster just so they can feel happy for one day."

Floyd leaned closer, his voice a whisper now. "Now, think about the Pop Trolls, how they sing and dance. It’s not just for fun. They do it to keep their spirits up, to distract themselves from the terrifying reality that one day, their song might just be their last."

He let that sink in, watching as a shiver ran through his friends.

Val's eyes were wide, her plushies forgotten in her lap as she stared at Floyd, visibly shaken. "That's... that's just awful," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "How can something like that actually be real?"

Demo gulped audibly, shifting uncomfortably on his cushion. "Dude, that's seriously messed up," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It makes all our little fears seem kind of silly, doesn’t it?"

Barb, however, looked intrigued and a bit alarmed, her curiosity piqued despite the horror of the story. "That's... incredibly dark”

Riff, on the other hand, seemed oddly energized by the tale, his earlier amusement shifting to fascination. "Whoa, that’s some intense stuff, Floyd! Real life horror is always the most gripping. Makes you appreciate the lightness they bring into their world with all that singing and dancing, huh?"

Rebel nodded slowly, her expression softening into one of sympathy. "It’s sad, really," she murmured, her gaze distant as if picturing the plight of the Pop Trolls. "Imagine living with that kind of fear, and yet still finding a reason to sing. It’s kind of beautiful, in a tragic way."

To lift the heavy atmosphere that had settled over the group after Floyd's dark tale, Barb decided to switch gears with a lighter, more amusing story.

"Okay, let me lighten things up a bit," she began, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "So, this one time, my dad,, encountered a bat in a cave. Now, you'd think a big, tough king like him wouldn't bat an eye, right?"

She paused for effect, grinning as her friends leaned in. "Well, you'd be wrong! The second he saw it, he screamed like a little kid and ran the other way! I mean, full on sprinting with his arms flailing and everything!"

The room erupted into laughter, the tension from before dissipating like fog in the sunlight. Barb imitated her father’s frantic arm movements, adding to the hilarity.

"It was just this tiny little bat, too!" she added with a laugh. 

The room filled with laughter, each of their reactions as unique as they were.

Floyd, chuckling, shook his head in amusement. "Oh man, I would've paid to see that! A king running from a little bat—priceless!"

Rebel, trying to catch her breath between laughs, added, "Can you imagine? A king,my fearless father,all decked out in his royal gear, just absolutely losing it over a bat!"

Riff, wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so hard, managed to say, "He probably set a world record for the fastest king on foot!"

Carol, always ready to add a bit of dramatic flair, clutched her sides as she laughed. "I need to start carrying a bat around, just to keep things interesting!"

Demo, grinning widely, nodded enthusiastically. "It’s like, no matter how tough you are, there’s always something that can throw you off your game. Even if you’re a king!"

Val, still giggling, summed up everyone’s thoughts. "This is the best story of the night, hands down. From now on, every time I see a bat, I’m going to think of King Thrash sprinting away!" 

The mood in the room shifted subtly as Rebel stood up. She walked over to a sleek, obsidian vanity desk where a solitary book lay. Picking up the book along with a candle, she maintained a blank expression, adding an air of mystery. As she walked back to the circle, her gaze fixed intently on each of her friends, heightening the suspense.

Returning to the group, she held the book close, the candlelight casting eerie shadows across her face. "There once was a small little country troll," she began, her voice low and steady.

Rebel's voice carried a haunting, solemn tone as she delved deeper into the story. "He was small and fragile, not yet six years old, trusting his family implicitly—a grave mistake. They exploited his trust, working him to exhaustion with tasks no child his size should endure. And when he failed, as he often did under such unreasonable demands, the very people who should have protected him were the ones who inflicted pain."

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing. "But one day, their cruelty escalated beyond endurance. They attempted to end his life. Left with no other choice, the little country troll fled into the night, disappearing into the shadows, never to be seen again."

As she concluded, Rebel maintained her expressionless demeanor, her story leaving a chilling silence hanging over the group.

The room fell silent as Rebel's story echoed in their minds. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows, making the atmosphere even more somber. Everyone was visibly shaken, their expressions a mixture of shock, sadness, and horror.

Floyd's eyes widened, his face paled slightly; he swallowed hard, trying to process the dark narrative. "That's... that's just horrific," he managed to whisper, his voice thick with emotion.

Carol's mouth hung open, her usual boisterous energy nowhere in sight. She looked at Rebel with a deep, unsettling worry, her eyes clouded with tears. "I... I can't believe someone could do that to their own child," she said, her voice barely above a murmur.

Val clutched a plushie tightly to her chest, her knuckles white. She blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, deeply moved by the tragic tale. "It's just so sad... so incredibly sad," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

Demo's expression hardened, anger flickering in his eyes as he clenched his fists. "How can people be so cruel?" he asked rhetorically, his voice low and furious.

Riff, typically the light-hearted one, sat stunned, his usual smile replaced by a grim line. He looked at Rebel, trying to offer a sympathetic smile but couldn't quite manage it. "That's a heavy story, Rebel. Really heavy," he said quietly, his tone reflecting a mix of respect and sorrow.

Barb, sitting close to Rebel, reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, offering silent support. Her gaze was filled with empathy and concern, understanding perhaps more than the others the weight of carrying such a heavy story.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the night deepened, the fierce storm that had rattled the windows and echoed through the room gradually subsided into a gentle rainfall. The once menacing howls of the wind softened, morphing into a soothing whisper that caressed the edges of their shelter. Inside the room, the atmosphere shifted from tense and eerie to calm and serene, the rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops creating a lullaby that coaxed the group into a restful slumber.

Exhausted from the rollercoaster of emotions brought on by their storytelling, everyone found their own cozy nook within the clutter of cushions and blankets they had arranged earlier. The plushies that had earlier served as actors in Val's theatrical tale now lay scattered around, silent witnesses to the peaceful scene.

The flicker of the remaining candles cast a soft glow, shadows dancing gently across the walls, as one by one, the candles burned out, leaving the room bathed in the soft, diffused light of the early dawn peeking through the curtains.

As they slept, their breathing synchronized with the quiet sounds of nature outside, the group was enveloped in the kind of deep, comforting sleep that only comes after a night spent among friends in heartfelt conversation and shared stories. The tranquility of the moment was a stark contrast to the earlier chaos of the storm, a gentle reminder of the calm that often follows the storm.

#trolls #trolls au #trolls world tour #dreamworks trolls #trolls movie #trolls floyd #trolls demo #trollstopia #trolls val #trolls barb #trolls riff #trolls carol #trolls rebel #trolls fanfiction #trolls fanfic #trolls fandom #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[larabiatasstuff]

Could you maybe do one about CK Terry? Your the sister or cousin of Daniel and you choose not to get involved in his karate business, and your both not very close anyway but just happen to live close to eachother. But one night your leaving work and get attacked by 3 armed thugs. You nearly pass out from the pain before you see Terry come to your aid and beat the living daylights out of them. He even carries you to the hospital where he watches over you. When Daniel finds out about it, your unconscious in the hospital bed and Terry is by your side. They argue and Terry ends up telling Daniel he should have protected her, and now because he couldn't, Terry now would, because Terry had secretly been in love with you? Thank you x

Thank you for your request anon 🖤 I'm absolutely in love with the idea 🙏

"And how's work recently?" Amanda asked. "Oh well we have much more customers since the new dojo opened." I heard Danny sigh. "No, I don't wanna hear it. Don't even think about starting that conversation with me." "But Y/N Cobra Kai is..." he started "Daniel, I don't have anything to do with your karate business. I came here to have lunch with my cousin and his wife not to discuss Cobra Kai and Miyagi Do things. I'm an adult Danny I can make my own decisions. Thank you for the lunch Amanda it was amazing but I have to go now. I cover a shift for a coworker. " I hugged them both and drove to work." Hey Y/N thank you so much for stepping in today my babysitter is sick. I owe you one. " my coworker Melissa said." Oh never mind, get out of here and greet your kids from me. " Of course, have a great shift." with that she took her stuff and left.I was very busy with cleaning, serving and taking orders when I suddenly heard a familiar voice" Hello Y/N working late today?" I turned around and saw Terry Silver standing at the counter." Sensei Silver, yes I cover for a coworker. How about you? Teaching evening classes? " he smiled." Not really, there's much paperwork to do and I desperately need a coffee. Also I told you to call me Terry." "Alright Terry, there you go. Have a nice evening." "You too Y/N." he took his cup and left. Daniel would have been beyond furious if he knew that I talked to Terry but I didn't care about their karate war and Terry was always very nice to me. After cleaning everything I took my purse and closed the diner. As I was walking through the parking lot I heard footsteps behind me. I tried to stay calm but as I walked past the dumpsters a man jumped out of a dark corner. "Hey beautiful need some company? It's dangerous for such a cute little thing like you." "No thank you I just wanna go home." I said trying to walk away but I bumped into another man. Now I panicked, I wanted to run but one of them grabbed me by the arms and holding me back. "Well you shouldn't be so ungrateful when a gentleman offers his company." the other man said and before I knew it he hit me in the stomach. I gasped for air and the pain was horrible. "I don't want to do this, but it seems I have to teach you a lesson missy." another punch this time right in my face. "Take your fucking hands of her." I knew this voice it was Terry. The man let go of me and I fell to the ground. "Or what? What do you want to do about it grandpa?" I heard the man laugh. Then fighting noises and screams where heard. I felt dizzy and tired. "Hey, hey Y/N stay awake please. You're safe now. I take you to the hospital but please stay awake." I wanted to say something, answer him but I couldn't bring a word out. I felt him lift me up bridal style and then everything went black. Terry carried me to the nearby hospital and as soon as I got checked up and brought to my room,he never left my side. Sitting beside me, holding my hand softly stroking it with his thumb. "What are you doing here?" came Daniel's voice from the door. " Oh could you finally find some time to visit your cousin? Look at her Daniel, you should have been the one who protected her but no, she was all alone in the parking lot, getting beaten up by those men. If I hadn't been there god knows what would have happened.You want to know what I'm doing here? I saved her and I won't leave her side till she's awake. " " I don't need you to protect my family Silver. " Terry had enough" I give a shit about what you need or not. She needed you and you weren't there. I will make sure that no one will ever lay a hand on her again that's a promise. Even if I have to risk my life. " Daniel just looked at him with an angry expression, then he turned to leave. Terry sat next to my bed again" Don't worry sweetheart. I'm here for you and I always will be. "

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai

[criminallyvenomous]

Fighting Leads To Fxxking

Masterlist

Chapter Eleven - You're On Your Own, Kid

Word Count - 1,113

Tw - Alcoholism, Mention of Drugs, Fighting, Drunkenness

Plot - Stark! Reader get stuck watching Loki after the events of 2012. Moments of weakness and bad decisions involving the world's most hated man lead to the worst possible outcome, pregnancy.

"I know, Mom. I just can't believe I was so stupid. Of course he would recognize me."

"It's not your fault. Can you just come home?"

"Has he drank today?"

"He hasn't put a bottle down since you left."

"Then I can't come home. I'm sorry." You hung up the phone as you inserted the key into Natasha's door, Thor following behind you with his arms full of bags.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you hunted through Nat's kitchen, looking for something to fulfill your craving.

"My dad saw a photo of us in the news and he thinks you're the father," You explain, grabbing a box of saltine crackers, "Does she really only order in?" You mumble.

"Isn't that what you wished for? To keep my chaos-filled brother in the dark?" You offered a sleeve of crackers and he raised a brow before opening it.

"I guess, I just didn't want it to happen outside of my terms."

"Completely understandable. I apologize for drawing attention in the city." He tried a saltine and smiled a bit at the taste.

"It's not your fault, Thor. You were being a good Uncle." You ate another cracker.

"It was my intention to care for you and it turned out to harm you."

"It's still better than him finding out it's really your brother." You shrugged. He had finished the entire sleeve of crackers and you chuckled at his speed.

"Oddly tasty for a Migardian cuisine." He smiled.

"What do you normally eat for a snack on Asgard?"

"A lot of grapes really." You laughed with him.

You showed Thor different shows and he was fascinated by the American taste in humor.

"What is this one called? I am rather fond of the foolishness."

"Catfish. It came out this year. I can't stop watching. People are stupid." You laughed.

He couldn't keep his eyes off the screen, constantly asking questions in order to understand the slang and behaviors. A knock on the door interrupted you both. You tried to ignore it but it persisted, followed by a voice.

"I know you're in there, Y/N!" It was your father.

You paused the TV and exchanged looks with Thor, careful to not make a sound.

"I heard the TV." He pounded. He was slurring his words, drunk as a skunk.

"I will answer, Sister. Go into the bedroom and don't come out until he's calmed down." Thor told you and you listened, making a b-line to the bedroom. You were apprehensive, but you trusted Thor. He had centuries of de-escalation training.

"Open this fucking door, right now." Tony yelled.

"Hello, Stark." Thor answered, opening the door, taken aback by his disheveled appearance.

"You must have some fucking nerve." Tony growled as he entered.

"Must we argue? Can we simply have a civil discussion? We aren't enemies, there is no need to brawl." Thor reasoned.

"I don't think so, you fucked my daughter, Pointbreak." Tony stumbled, Thor leaned in to steady him.

"How much liquor have you ingested, Stark?"

"None of your business."

"Did you drive here?"

"Stop asking me these stupid ass questions." He sighed, shaking his head.

"No, I wont, I care for you. No matter your thoughts about me, I think of you as family, and soon we will be." Thor tried to extend an olive branch.

"That's it." Your father puncher Thor in the gut.

"Dad, stop!" You entered, yelling.

"No, you don't get a say. He took advantage of you, knocked you up, and left the fucking planet. I get to kick his ass." You moved in between your father and your pretend-lover. Thor was still clenching his stomach. He may have been a god, but he wasn't ready for that.

"Move." He yelled, trying to find you.

"Stop! You're drunk, dad. Think about this, do you really want to lose me and mom again?" You felt a tear fall and you were quick to wipe it, hoping your father was too inebriated to notice.

"I don't know what I want." He retorted, seemingly noticing the pain he's caused, to you emotionally and to Thor physically.

"You always talk about how you missed out on the first years of my life, do you really want to miss all of your granddaughters?" You couldn't hide your emotions anymore. You were becoming undone. Thor stepped forward and placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked behind to see him staring at you, desperately trying to make sure you were okay.

"Don't you dare threaten me." He pointed his finger.

"I think it might be best to table this conversation for when you aren't intoxicated, Tony." Thor tried once more to reason.

"You don't know what's best for me, or her." His face was turning red, you didn't know if it was from the alcohol or his mood.

"All I want is to be there for your daughter, to show her that she is loved in this trying time. I want to be there for her child, to be by her side as she grows up." He smiles at you. You gave him a teary but heartfelt grin.

"Dad, I'm gonna call Uncle Rhodey to pick you up. I can't talk with you when you're like this." You pulled out your phone and stepped away to call your uncle, he had always been there for you and Pepper when it came to the downfall of your father.

"Stark, let me get you a water." Thor walked and grabbed a bottle from the fridge and handed it to him.

He was overwhelmed with emotions and he was too drunk to understand any of them. He hated you right now, but he loved you too much to lose you. So, he took the water and looked for his phone in his jacket, he just wanted to call Pepper. He wanted to apologize for what he had said to her when he saw the press. He felt remorseful. He wanted so desperately to make this work, he just didn't know how.

Something fell from his jacket as he pulled out his phone.

"You dropped something," Thor picked up the item and looked at it closer, "Wait, what is this?" He asked, now holding the bag of white powder.

"None of your business." Tony grabbed it as fast as he could, but not fast enough for you to not see it as you reentered the vicinity.

"Are you kidding me? You're using again?" You finally broke. You weren't feeling sorrow anymore, just pure anger.

"No, I swear I haven't used, I just- I keep it with me, as a reminder."

"Get the fuck out."

im trying my best to write the next chapter so u guys dont have to wait too long. i started posting this with eight chapters pre-written, so now we're all caught up with my work. i hope u guys are liking the story! pls leave comments as it makes my day. don't choke my little guttersluts - kat.

#marvel #loki #loki x stark! reader #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki fanfic #mcu loki #stark! reader #tony stark #iron man #thor odinson #thor #loki odinson #marvel x reader #pepper potts #pepper #natasha romanoff #black widow

[matchagator]

Sheltered: Chapter 14

After a visit that kicked some sort of sense into JK, things start developing for him as he encounters an overdue rut. However, will his object of affection be as easily obtained?

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Choi Soobin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hybrids

{Summary:} Realization finally dawned on Lily, knowing she now had the responsibility of three hybrids rather than three dogs. Her eyes grew wide while her eyebrows rose up in wonder before she turned her attention to her sister. The shocked expression of Rose had her smile sheepishly. “Well, at least we don’t have to name them.”

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Rut/Mating Behaviors, Sexual Content, Humping, Hybrid Behavior, Possessive Tendencies

{Taglist:} @chimsworldsstuff

“Today is perfect.” Rose commented as she pushed her foot against the ground to move the swinging canopy she shared with her sister. Lily curled her legs up on the bench, staring out as the boys chased each other in the backyard in their canine forms. The sun was bright and a cold breeze rushed past, keeping the temperature light and airy. 

Lily hummed in response to her sister, letting herself become enraptured by Soobin as he playfully trotted about in the garden just as he did at the park. Rose watched her sister for a moment, curious about her relationship with the husky hybrid. She knew things developed between them but didn’t bother getting too much information, fearful of what she might discover. However, after the kisses shared between herself and Jungkook, she became curious. 

Soobin sniffed a bundle of flowers as Taehyun bound towards him, hopping around to get his brother to join them in play. He distantly heard his name and looked towards the lanai to see the girls discussing something, a nervous smile on Lily’s lips. He tried to listen, but Taehyun pounced on him, nipping at the fur on his neck.

Soobin playfully growled, fighting the youngest hybrid off just as they were tackled by Jungkook. The doberman was abnormally aggressive in his play today, exerting more energy than his brothers. A gust of wind blew over the group and Soobin sensed something different from the eldest, realizing he recognized the heightened smell. 

“I’m surprised you asked. I thought you would have been mad at me.” Lily looked to her sister for reassurance after spilling her heart about the unconventional relationship she had with Soobin. 

“Yeah…” Rose could only laugh as she never imagined that she would find herself attracted to a hybrid. She marveled at the way her sister spoke of the human husky, her eyes shining with a spark of happiness she hadn’t seen in a long time. “Well, I was mostly curious cause-” A dark cloud veiled the light of the sun as the family heard a distant rumble of thunder.  

The sunny day turned rainy as water poured from the sky, showering the boys as they stood in the open air of the backyard. The girls watched as the cool liquid amplified the dog’s playtime, the boys wrestling each other on the ground. Soobin and Taehyun looked like wet mops, running through the rain as they chased each other while Jungkook rolled on his back.

The cool rain soothed his body as he felt a sweltering heat build from his core. He recognized that he was hitting his rut for the first time in a long time now that he found comfort in their current residence. After kissing Rose and confessing his feelings vaguely, he staked his claim on the youngest sister and his body decided it was time to breed. The morning didn’t start too bad and being outside kept his mind clear, but he knew his symptoms were a steam engine on the path of destruction as time ticked on. 

The ground beneath them soaked from the torrential rain, the small divots creating puddles for them to play in. Jungkook rolled around on his back, shifting towards the small pool as the moist dirt stuck to his coat. “Guys, come inside!” Lily yelled over the roar of rain as she watched Taehyun dive into the mud and Soobin rubbed his head against the soft ground, smearing dirt over his face. 

“Oh my god.” Rose groaned as they happily bound up to the covered porch, tails wagging rapidly like a windshield wiper and whipping droplets of mud on the girls. Lily laughed at the mess until the long-haired hybrids shook themselves and made it worse. 

“Alright, bath time!” Lily clapped her hands together, swatting her hands to herd the husky and border collie to her bathroom. She glanced back at Rose, “You got JK?”

Rose nodded, looking back at Jungkook who still rolled in the puddle. “JK! Let’s go inside!” She hollered, grabbing his attention. He then noticed the others were gone and bolted for the door, storming inside and making a beeline for her bedroom. Rose chased after him and found him rubbing his muddy self all over her carpet. “No, bath!” She dragged him into the bathroom and turned the tub on. 

He jumped in the bath as it filled with water, splashing her from his abrupt actions. She gasped from the amount of water that soaked through her shirt, pulling the wet fabric from clinging to her frame. She reached for a towel to wipe her face but found the rack was empty. “Crap! Hold on, I’ll be back.” She tiptoed to the laundry room for fresh towels, moving slowly to avoid unnecessary drops of water falling to the floor. 

She returned to the bathroom and gasped when she saw Jungkook sitting in the tub, not as a doberman, but as a human; butt naked to top it off. His toned body was speckled with mud and gifted Rose quite an image as he laid along the length of the bath with nothing covering his decency. It took her a moment to realize she was openly ogling him before she quickly averted her gaze to the ceiling. “Looks like you’ve got it from here.” She blindly placed the towels on the counter and closed the door, pressing her back against the wood as she learned to breathe again. 

While Jungkook washed himself of the dirt and sweat, Rose cleaned up the mess he made in her room when he ran in and rubbed off on the rug. She was able to get rid of the mud, but the plush ground was still damp in certain sections despite her efforts. She sighed as she continued soaking up the moisture with a hand towel until she heard the bathroom door open. 

Jungkook was still dripping wet, a towel wrapped around his waist as he threw himself on her bed. “Jungkook! Are you out of your mind?” She got up from the floor to push him off the bed, but he rolled away and rubbed his body with her window curtains. She gaped like a fish as she watched him dry himself on her furniture, never encountering this behavior from him before.  

Jungkook groaned as he crawled on the floor, dragging his body across the spot she just cleaned. During his time in the bath, his mind was distorted by the emotions behind her stare when she looked at his naked body and the heat of his rut as well as the steam of the warm water clouded his judgment. While the bath successfully cleaned him of the dirt, he lost the familiar scent of vanilla and gardenia that usually paired with his own odor. 

His body gyrated across the floor, trying to smother himself back in her scent while she watched in mild horror. “Stop!” She gripped his arm and pulled him up, keeping her eyes up in case his towel slipped from his hips. Jungkook blinked rapidly, his wet hair falling over his eyes as he panted like a deranged animal. He reversed the hold and pushed her, causing her foot to fall on droplets that dripped from his body. 

Rose yelped as she fell back on the bed, clinging to Jungkook to keep herself up, but only bringing him down with her. She grunted from impact as his weight stacked on top of her. She was hyper-aware that he hovered inches from her face, his warm breath beating down across her lips as he stared at her with dilated pupils. He boldly dipped down, smothering his face in the crook of her neck, and inhaled as he let his body relax against her. 

The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, a soft moan resounding in her throat that reverberated against his lips as he tentatively pressed feathery kisses to her nape. His hands trailed along her sides and gripped her hips firmly as he pushed his groin into her. “You’re mine.” He growled, his touch becoming a touch more aggressive as he nestled between her legs, the fabric of her leggings bothering him as they separated himself from her body. 

“JK.” His name was gentle on her lips, causing his hips to surge forward against her core. Rose’s mind was on overdrive, trying to process all his actions at once and putting pieces of a puzzle together that just didn’t fit. However, she found her efforts dwindling as something firm poked against her vagina despite the clothes on her body. 

He leaned up on his hands, working his body against her own as his body became an inferno of need, wanting nothing more than to rip the clothes from her frame and fuck his seed into her womb. He was lost in the storm of lust, steering the ship of rationality as he sensed a hint of unease from the woman beneath him. 

Rose glanced down and blushed as she witnessed his leaking tip protruding out between them as he ground his length against the mound of her pussy. A blush invaded her cheeks as she recognized she had Jungkook, an extremely attractive hybrid, working to stimulate them both for release. Rationality crashed as her brain short-circuited, bringing her hands up his body and leaning up to kiss him as her legs opened for him. 

Jungkook huffed over her lips as his erection grew from her acceptance, “Fuck, yes. You want me?” His hand curled under her knee and propped it higher around his waist. The angle had his cock pressed along her folds, the slide of his movements creating a ravine between her legs that welcomed the friction over her clit.

She broke away from him as her head fell back on the bed, her hands gripping onto his shoulders as she careened towards the summit of her pleasure. “Oh my god. Yes, yes.” Her head tossed and turned as he pushed into the fabric of her leggings. She was drowning under his affections and gasped as he brutally pummeled his dick against her frame for any release. 

His head dropped back to her shoulder, his teeth craving to dig into her flesh, the temptation to mark her heavy, but he held back, knowing his actions were strongly based on his rut. He could feel her orgasm hit as her limbs tightened around his body, her moans practically screaming into the shell of his ear, but everything was muffled by the thick fog of desire as he hit his peak and shuddered above Rose. He groaned as cum erupted from his swollen tip, his seed painting the fabric of her shirt that was already soiled with mud and rain. 

“Oh shit,” Rose whispered as she crawled out from under Jungkook and moved to lock herself in the bathroom. She pressed her back against the door and found her disheveled image glaring back at her with hair sticking every which way, her shirt stained from Jungkook’s arousal, and a wet patch seeping through her crotch. “What just happened?” She asked herself as she unevenly walked towards the shower on wobbly legs. 

Jungkook felt his body calm down as her scent drifted away from him, allowing him to clear his mind enough to digest the previous events. He groaned as he glanced down at his deflating member, watching cum ooze from the tip before grabbing his bath towel to wipe up the mess. Once he was cleaned off, he rummaged for clothes as he intently observed the emotions of Rose. Despite the need she expressed when they shared their moment, she seemed to doubt herself and Jungkook wasn’t sure how to respond to that. 

He knew his rut would be difficult if she continued to fight her feelings. Was it because of Taehyung? He growled in his throat as he found comfort on the bed they shared together. He inhaled the scent of sex that intoxicated the sheets of her bed, feeling his mind cloud over again. He shook himself out of it, focusing on the sounds of her just beyond the door. He listened to her erratic heartbeat, which surprisingly lulled him to sleep. 

Previous | Next

#bts hybrid au #bts hybrid smut #jeon jungkook #choi soobin #kang taehyun #bts fanfic #txt fanfic

[jaysflix]

Unrequited (I-II)

Chapter I, 𖤐 Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

Part 1, Chapter 2 𖤐 Whatever Burns, Burns Internally Genre: Romance, drama Pairing(s): Terzo/Reader, Copia/Reader Chapter Synopsis: The sun brings a new day, but not a bright one. Terzo needs to recollect his memories of last night. If recalling correctly, he needed to do something important.

Notes: I was planning on making this chapter longer but the second half of it seemed out of place, plus I feel guilty for having to make everyone wait a week for another chapter. Im sorry for the lack of progression in this one. I hope you enjoy nevertheless!

Warnings: drugs/drugged, vomit, choking, angst, sexual themes

3k words

The office was cold. Wood stained with a dark finish, and every corner dusted to perfection. Sister always knew how to be well-kept just like she always knew how to run a business. The clergy stands so strong because of her fine work. She doesn’t let anything go to waste, rather she has a purpose for every little thing in the church. And everyone in it was just a little pawn to her big plans. Soon the world will understand their ways, but they need something new. Something intriguing. Something that can lure the minds of great ones in their direction. Sister cannot do it alone, and it is why Terzo has been summoned.

They’d been discussing his promotion for a while now, hinting greatly at his Papacy through the media. Secondo’s time was coming to an end, decided by Sister because of his lack of upbringing and the abundant amount of girls he’s brought home into his room with no explanation whatsoever. His ways were ridiculed, which is why Sister turned to Terzo almost immediately. She never really had faith in Secondo anyway. Terzo knew deep down that she had the same views as him, and he understood that needed a new progeny immediately. What he didn’t understand was why she chose you specifically.

Terzo wanted to groan as Sister poured another drink for him. He guessed that she was unaware of his already drunken state because, in the presence of someone as powerful as she, he was always good at pretending.

“A shame Papa could not be present today.” A deep purple drained like silk down his glass. He watched the thickness fill what felt close to the rim, humming in response to fill the murderous silence,

“I suppose so,” Terzo replied, hesitant to take a sip. He’d been thinking too much lately. It was not good for his mind, and the wine was certainly making it harder to stop. Thoughts are dangerous. They start merely as innocent as a blanket of snow before the sun casts its treacherous beams and wilts the land till it’s nothing but mush. It is why Terzo never had a rational thought in his life. It’s easier to do things as they come rather than rethink and overthink them. 

The purple coated thick in his throat, a close resemblance to that of blood. Though it lacks the metallic taste, there was a definite sting, like acid burning his organs. Was this even wine, or was his sight so impaired he’d mistaken the wine glass for whiskey? No alcohol should be this strong, honestly, he thought. It never left a good feeling on his tongue, and brushing his teeth after was always a pain because the taste always remained in the back of his throat. Then in the morning, all his taste buds burned away and left a bad feeling, but that could also just be his breath.

Either way, he hated it.

Surprisingly, Terzo always preferred something on the easier side. Mixed drinks were a personal favorite, as long as he couldn’t taste the alcohol. For a man of his age, he certainly had a childish palate. Simplicity was the thing he enjoyed in life. Extravagance was a privilege, so choosing the fancier things seemed right. Might as well take advantage of the things he’ll only have once in his life. Terzo can’t remember the last time he ate the same meal twice. Not even leftovers. Not even Papa, but still a prince in this court just because his blood was pure, unmatched. Almost priceless. 

Good lord. He was thinking again. 

Sister noticed. It didn’t take long, considering the fact he was silent, ignoring her ongoing rant about what is right, blah blah this blah blah that. The blue tint of her office started to garnish with a low grey. He sank into the cushion beneath him unwillingly. The seat was eating him alive. Other pieces of furniture waited still, and the glass in his hand was clean. No trace of his drink was left behind, yet Sister’s glass occupied the desk, still full. 

The weight of his head began to expand too much for his shoulders, but an unfamiliar rage in his lower stomach also began to build until it took over. Desperation nailed to the armrests of his chair, gripping for stability. All of him felt bound to explode. This feeling, so gnawing. Many thoughts began to pour. Even his faulty brain couldn’t handle the distress. It was a smothering black smoke he could not rid of, and too dense to call in professionals. Shall he die within the mist of his desires? Sister didn’t see why not. She saw him attempt to recollect himself; to remember his sole purpose of her game. Another pawn will spawn.

Terzo was burning with lust and desire, not in the way he liked. There was something in the drink, he realized. This was no time to be feeling this way. No, this passion mixed with utter hatred was not a good look. He needed an escape, but queens don’t set their men free without a fight. 

His grip became tighter around the arms, back pressed firmly against the seat. 

“Once Secondo returns delightfully so, your final duty begins,” Terzo hadn’t even realized his choking until he tried to speak. His eyes widened with shock, and his gloved hand made its way to his throat. The acidic feeling grew, melting its way through his veins. Hacking his way off the chair, Terzo knocked everything over in a panic. Glasses, stationery, and his chair were all sprawled across the floor. A high-pitched ring only worsened his state. 

Sister eyed him, unfazed by his reaction. “I expect things to go well tonight. Do not disappoint me.” Terzo could only choke out a low groan, seeking the nearest exit. The halls felt narrow. There were too many turns that only led to the same place over and over again. He needed water. Anything to drown it out.

He’d been taken over by infatuation so dangerous, containing himself was war. A war he refused to let you witness. And a war he could not defeat.

The halls didn’t stop spinning until he could taste the cold tile floors. For a second, it all seemed so still. Terzo considered laying here, perhaps forever. He was entirely too exhausted to face what the future promised. If he could just lay here for a second longer, maybe even ten minutes, to recollect himself. Sister made herself very clear. the emphasis of her last words rang in his ears. Is there a way out? Where was the Cardinal?

For the first time in his life, he couldn’t help but feel ever so lonely. And he’s always been surrounded by people, but these people are incapable. Impotent.

Terzo was powerless.

When he woke, he didn’t remember any of the events taking place that night. The last memory was coming back to see you. There was a strange feeling he remembered like he needed to see you and he didn't know why. A throbbing ache pounded in his head, ushering for him to shield himself from the light and the soft sound of your voice. He froze. Your voice. 

Terzo lifted his upper half from the couch, turning to see you standing worriedly before him. You were still dressed in white. The light from the window behind you added a soft glow to your clothing. Like an angel in his presence, so gentle and sweet, and resembling honeysuckles growing with no guilt nor shame during spring’s prime. He could smell the sweet nectar from his position, wishing to taste your natural flavor. If you stood any closer, he promised to be gentle as he sucked away your innocence from the bud. Your beauty left him speechless. Oh. Now he remembered why he yearned to visit you. A rush of memories came flooding back to him, and that acidic feeling he hated so much returned as well. From the pit of his stomach, traveling toward the roof of his mouth. 

Terzo tripped over his own legs in attempt to get up. Quickly, he searched for anything to catch his own fluids before it spewed all over the lavish furniture. The porcelain throne was nowhere to be found in the midst of his panic, but your guidance led him through the other side of his room. Your reaction time was prompt, though it was a struggle to trudge over your dress to the bathroom. As soon as you reached inside, Terzo hunched over, coughing out every bit of poision he’d ingested the night before. It was thicker than the wine, almost pasty. He shuddered at your touch when you attempted to soothe him, almost motherly. When his senses began to return, he finally heard what kindness you had to say.

“Are you alright?” Terzo was practically panting. He reached over to push down the lever, flushing away whatever erupted from his mouth. His headache remained, only the warmth of your words soothing the pain for a second. 

You saw him glance over at you, pupils blown. It was terrifying, to say the least, identical to the eyes of a predator. There was definitely something he was trying to suppress, and your company didn’t alleviate the pressure. A low groan escaped his lips in dissatisfaction. In a raspy voice, he ordered,

“Leave, and lock yourself in the bedroom.” He never gave you that tone before. Something about it sounded frustrated, not at you but at himself. It was almost a warning. Confused, you decided not to ask questions, scared he would turn against you. Frankly, the two of you never had the closest connection. Even with Copia, it seemed Terzo wouldn’t acknowledge you only if it was to give you a small greeting. Maybe he hated you. No, that’s irrational. There isn’t possibly a single thing you’ve done to earn his hatred. Besides, yesterday he treated you with affection and care. Now you were frustrated. What did he feel for you? 

You complied with his demand, trying to make it less obvious that you were practically rushing out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom. 

Hearing the click of a lock, Terzo stood. Legs trembling, they felt paralyzed as he managed to reach the sink. He hadn’t realized how sweaty he was until he ran a hand, still gloved, through his slick hair. Every black strand shined with his residue, disgustingly so. The mirror above the sink reflected a horrid image of him: makeup running down, pupils hiding his iris, clothing wrinkled and stained with wine. He looked awful, and he was embarrassed you saw him in such a state. 

To compose himself, he turned on the faucet to its coldest setting, splashing water over his face and into his mouth to rid of the taste. The effects of the drug were still heavily present, he didn’t know how much longer he could restrain himself from taking you, and he feels terrible for having to trap you in his room.

The velvet comforter kept warm as you lay there waiting. For what? You were unsure. Was he mad at you? Maybe something upset him last night to drastically change his tone. With time, you were certain the hungover feeling would go away. To see him this way pained you and you wanted to help him. Still, the aching feeling in your heart still gushed. Helping Terzo was only an escape from thinking about anything else.

On the other side of the door, the sound of aggressive brushing sourced from the bathroom. You wanted to laugh, mainly because you never thought you’d ever get to see (or hear rather) someone so sophisticated and serious, aggressively clean their teeth. Laughing, however, took too much effort. Your body was still exhausted from previous events, and breathing felt like a chore. The expansion of your lungs with every inhale felt bruised. More internally, every pull of a muscle cried bloody murder. Too much strain could pull you apart like putty rubber, disintegrating with every stretch. You could just lay in his bed for the remainder of the day, wallowing, but Terzo was in need of assistance. It would be rude of you to deny him.

Numb as he heard the door opening, his gaze did its best to not lose sight of his hands. He stood in front of the mirror, pacing against the porcelain. You noticed his slouched position remained, head lowered so you could only see the top of his head reflected in the mirror. Terzo’s heart pumped out of his chest in fear and infatuation. The rage in his trousers didn’t help either. The last thing he needed was to leave a wrong impression on you…but this was truly embarrassing.

Of course, you were oblivious to it all, god bless your sweet soul, he thought before you inched closer to feel across his back. The motion was enough to set him off, his restrain almost completely out the door. The white of his eye glinted dangerously close to yours, you weren’t sure how he moved so quickly. Your muscles screamed once more as he closed in on you, pressing you hard against the frame. His chest heaved uncontrollably, pupils dilated at their fullest while the heat of his fresh mint breath burned your cheeks. In this position, it was hard not to feel all of him. Every crook and crevice of his body was perfectly placed on yours. Though his excitement was terrifying, you didn’t move a hair, nor did you let out such a whisper. Your eyes were turned down, scanning the black of his uncovered fingers in an attempt to fix his makeup. 

As desperation grew, so did the need to feel you. He panted even harder now, cupping your face with his stained hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. Just mere centimeters away and you would be claimed as his.

No. He needed to stop thinking. If only he was able to screw out his own brain and relieve such dreadfulness. Too many sorrows, and so many regrets. 

He should’ve been the one to win your heart over. He should be the one you were so madly in love with. He should be the one you wanted to surrender to, bear his children, and live happily in the ministry. No. Because of you, things were so difficult that Sister had to butt in and put things in her own hands. She’s the one that wants–needs Terzo to take advantage of you. He won’t do it. However, right now he was yearning for your touch. He absolutely longed to feel you against him to the hilt, flaming with passion around him. He needed to know what your grip around his hair felt like. To see you with the same neediness as him once he became entangled between your legs, sliding in and out with ease. To stain you with the darkness of Lucifer himself. And once you came undone for the first time, he wouldn’t even think to stop until he was certain you were full of him, dripping with his seed of lust.

Stop thinking. Christ, he was losing himself to the dark well of wanting, he didn’t realize the subtle whine escaping him as he clung closer to you. The black smudge traced from your cheeks and to your neck, where he closed a soft fist to feel you closer without lips touching. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours to avoid the forbidden kiss. There was no recovery from this. No explanation can conjure the fact that he was deeply in love with you. The drug was only bringing out his worst. The feelings that were supposed to remain deep within when the truth is, he was always like this. But now there was no restraint, no control.

It’d been just a few minutes until his realization that his hands grouped together tighter, blocking your airway. Quickly he removed his hands, head still against yours only placing his fingers on your waist to compose himself once more.

“You’re burning up,” You said quietly in hopes of easing this terribly awkward moment. Terzo was thankful because it distracted him from his uncontrollable mind. “You might have a fever.” You were trembling now, tears threatening to leave your eyes. Perhaps his kindness was temporary. He could feel himself regaining control, moving away from your face to rest on your shoulder. The gesture made you quiver as his hair tickled along your neck. Something washed over him, like a flood within his esophagus. He grunted,

“I think I might hurl.”

“Please, not on me.” The base of his neck heaved a vigorous gag before he threw himself off of you to return to the throne. His coughs were harsh and you could see his entire body vibrate. Disgusting as the sounds were, pulling back his bangs was the only thing you could do to comfort him in his sick state. The feeling was finally gone as the last of the drug was leaving his system. Terzo wasn’t used to being ill so the sensation was too much for him to handle. Each retch only made his head pound harder he was sure he would burst. You continued to soothe him, rubbing gently on his shoulders. He leaned back onto you after finishing, taking your hand into his own to caress your fingers. His shoulders dropped with a heavy sigh.

“Amore mio,” He whispered, tilting his head back to look you directly, “There’s much to say, but we must find the Cardinal first.”

“No. You are unwell, you need rest.” He shook his head, trying to convince you that he was perfectly alright now that his hangover had passed. You saw through him, but arguing would do nothing, so you helped him up.

“I think a shower will do us good. Go ahead while I forge some new clothes for you, hm?” His voice, rasped, yet gentle. You hummed, slightly taken aback by his change of attitude. He did say there was an explanation, and with time he will give it to you.

A/N: I PROMISE Copia will be in the next chapter!

Chapter I, 𖤐 Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

#cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #ghost bc #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus x reader #popia copia #the band ghost #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa emeritus 3 #ghost the band #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii terzo

[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 8

Chapter 7 || Index || Chapter 9

By the time the patrol had returned to camp, it was almost dusk, and a hush had settled over the surrounding forest. It made the sounds of camp more obvious to Firepaw as he padded down the slope; or, perhaps, he was getting better at listening to his surroundings.

Though he and Graypaw had returned empty-pawed, their spirits were still high as they pushed their way through the bramble tunnel. Cinderpaw was quiet, apparently worn out from the long day; Graypaw had clearly enjoyed his first day training with Firepaw; and as for Firepaw himself, he was thrilled to have completed his first day as an apprentice without making any horrible mistakes.

The camp was alive with activity as they entered, cats sharing tongues around the edges of camp. A few eyed the newest apprentice as he entered, but most seemed focused on the Highrock, though Bluestar wasn’t on it. As far as Firepaw could see, she wasn’t anywhere in camp.

“What are they waiting for?” He asked Graypaw curiously.

“Probably for Bluestar or Quickflash to announce who’s going to the Gathering.” Lionheart rumbled from behind them as he exited the brambles. “They usually wait until after all the patrols have returned to make their announcement.”

“I don’t see anyone missing, do you? She’ll probably announce it soon.” Cinderpaw padded past them, barely stifling a yawn as she did so. “Looks like the hunting patrol brought back a squirrel for us. Wanna share, Firepaw, Graypaw?”

“Sure. I’m starving!” Graypaw grinned at Firepaw. “What about you? Feeling hungry after all that walking?”

“Oh yeah. I’m so hungry, I could eat a dog!” Firepaw boasted, the gray tom purring in amusement at his response. “Should we grab something for Pepperpaw and Dewpaw as well?”

Graypaw shook his head. “They probably already took their share for today. Hopefully they gave the elders their share, too, so we don’t have to do that either.” He waved with his tail for the other apprentice to follow him over to the apprentice den, where Pepperpaw and Dewpaw were already waiting.

“Hey! How’d your first day of training go?” Pepperpaw asked, looking up from the cardinal she was sharing with Dewpaw, giving Firepaw a light grin.

Firepaw grinned back as Cinderpaw brought over the squirrel she had mentioned. “It went well! We patrolled the borders, and Lionheart and Graypaw told me all about the other Clans and the Gathering.”

“Yea, who do you think Bluestar will choose to go?” Cinderpaw asked as she set down the squirrel. “Aside from the obvious, of course.”

“Lionheart said that Dustleap and Sandstorm probably won’t get to go.” Graypaw mewed as he nestled in beside his sister to take the first bite of prey. “But then, neither will we.”

Pepperpaw nodded. “With the death of two deputies, that makes sense. Riverclan’s not going to be happy with us.” She looked curiously around the clearing at the gathered warriors. “I wonder if she’ll bring Tigerclaw, since he killed Oakheart and all.”

Firepaw looked around as well, looking for the massive warrior. Finally, he spotted him next to a dark tom he didn’t recognize, sharing a thrush. The two seemed deep in discussion. “Who’s that next to Tigerclaw?” He asked the others curiously, before taking his own bite of squirrel.

Graypaw swallowed his bite and groaned. “That’s Darkstripe, Tigerclaw’s former apprentice. He spends all his time following Tigerclaw’s orders like he’s the leader or something. He’s also a real thorn in the paw, if you know what I mean.” He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the other tom. “He’s Ravenpaw’s mentor, too, but I bet that’s Tigerclaw’s doing. It’s basically like he’s Ravenpaw’s mentor himself.”

The ruddy apprentice tilted his head as he watched the two discuss. “Why wouldn’t Tigerclaw just mentor Ravenpaw himself, if he wanted to be his mentor so badly?”

Graypaw shook his head. “Parents aren’t allowed to mentor their own kits, so they won’t go too easy on them.” Firepaw had a hard time picturing Tigerclaw going easy on anyone, but nodded agreeably anyways. “They do generally get a say in who mentors their kits, though they don’t always take it. I don’t think ours did.”

Firepaw grinned at Graypaw. “I dunno. Maybe your mom gave Cinderpaw to her sister as some kind of revenge?” He asked, whiskers twitching with amusement.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cinderpaw asked crossly, looking up from the squirrel at her paws to glare at the two of them.

“Uh, nothing.” Firepaw looked away, only to spot Bluestar and Quickflash emerging from her den. “Say, there’s Bluestar now!”

In a single bound, Bluestar was on top of the Highrock. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!” At her signal, the cats at the edges of the clearing slid out, falling in together beneath Bluestar’s proud gaze.

The apprentices followed suit, even though Firepaw knew in his heart this announcement wasn’t meant for him. Still, he was excited for the chance to get to experience another bit of Clan life, and he hoped that soon - maybe even by the next full moon - he would be one of the apprentices called to go to the Gathering!

“As you all know, the Gathering is tonight. While Thunderclan will honor the truce, as always, with the recent tensions we cannot be sure that Riverclan will do the same.” Tails lashed at the mention of yesterday’s events. “For that reason, I want all our apprentices, elders, and queens to remain behind at camp.”

Graypaw’s ears perked in surprise at that announcement, and Firepaw glanced to him for explanation. “The elders love getting to boast about how much worse they had it when they were warriors to each other. They’re not going to be happy about that.” The gray tom hissed to him, glancing over to where Smallear, One-eye and Halftail were sitting. The three did indeed seem to be displeased, frowning and whispering to each other angrily.

“Alongside Quickflash and Spottedleaf, the patrol will consist of Tigerclaw, Darkstripe, Patchpelt, Willowbranch, Tinyfrost, Mousefur, and Longtail.” She glanced down at the warriors she had named with a soft smile on her face. “Whitestorm will be in charge while we are gone. While I expect no trouble, I expect you will still keep a vigilant guard.”

Firepaw nodded, excited for the chance for a night without his mentor. It was only a moment before Bluestar was leaping off the Highrock towards the entrance of camp. “We leave at once.” With that, she led the way through the bramble tunnel, the warriors that she had called following her lead.

“At least we have the night off, right?” He grinned and stood up, stretching out all four of his paws. “What do apprentices normally do when their mentors are away?”

Graypaw didn’t get the chance to respond as a voice piped up from behind Firepaw. “Watch where you’re stretching there, kittypet!” It snarled angrily.

Firepaw startled out of his stretch, turning around to meet a furious green gaze. “I- uh, I’m sorry?” He stammered, unsure how to respond to that.

“Sandstorm!” Firepaw backed up as he heard Whitestorm’s booming voice. “Is that any way to treat our newest apprentice? I thought I taught you better than that.”

Sandstorm’s face twisted up in a snarl. “He’s the one that attacked my brother!” She growled. “And apparently has no concept of personal space, sticking his foot in my face like that!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were there!” Firepaw dipped his head in submission and backed away, allowing Whitestorm to come forward more. “What’s your problem, anyways? Are you that mad you didn’t get to go to the Gathering?”

He looked up in time to see Sandstorm’s snarl twist into a face of disgust before she turned away, tail still lashing. “Whatever. I don’t need to waste my time with you, kittypet.”

He looked up to Whitestorm as she walked away, unsure how to respond. Most of the other cats here had been relatively accepting of him since his fight with Dustleap: It was clear, however, that a few still had a grudge. “Did I really do anything wrong?” He asked the senior warrior softly.

Whitestorm sighed and shook his head. “She’s probably still grieving the loss of her father. I’ll talk to her about it, when she’s had a rest to clear her head. You did nothing wrong.” He looked down to the ginger tom and nosed him to his feet. “In the meantime, you best get some rest. I doubt Tinyfrost will let you sleep in, even if he is going to the Gathering.”

Firepaw nodded. “Thanks for defending me, Whitestorm.” The large white tom just nodded wordlessly, and sent the apprentice on his way with a flick of his tail. Still reeling from the spitting ball of fury he had just encountered, the new apprentice made his way over to where Graypaw and his siblings were waiting, wide-eyed.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen Sandstorm that mad at someone. Not since she and Dustleap were ‘paws, anyways.” Cinderpaw eyed the ginger tom with uncertainty. “Did you really just stick your paw in her face? You didn’t, I dunno, claw her ears off?”

Firepaw shrugged. “I hadn’t actually met her until just now.” He sat back down next to Graypaw and took a bite out of the squirrel, eager for an excuse not to talk about it.

“Sandstorm’s known to have a temper, but she usually keeps it to Dustleap.” Pepperpaw murmured thoughtfully. “I’d do my best to stay out of her way for now, Firepaw. She’ll realize she was in the wrong eventually and apologize, but until then…”

“Trust me, I don’t want to make her mad again.” The new apprentice grumbled. “I’ll just finish this squirrel and go to sleep. She can’t fault me for that, can she?”

The others shrugged at that. “Well, I’m exhausted. I’ll see you all in the morning.” Cinderpaw yawned, pushing the squirrel towards the other two and vanishing into the apprentice’s den.

“I’d better join her. Dappleshine and I are on the dawn patrol tomorrow.” Pepperpaw sighed, nodding farewell to Firepaw and Graypaw before following her sister. Dewpaw wordlessly followed after her, not even glancing to her brother as she disappeared into the ferns.

“I guess it’s just the two of us.” Graypaw mumbled through his squirrel. “I should get after them, but I can’t leave a squirrel unfinished like this!”

Firepaw nodded. “It’s just as delicious as mouse.” He understood now why they called kittypet food rabbit droppings. They tasted like dirt compared to what real prey tasted like.

“Of course it is! A little hairier than mouse, but easier to catch, and-” He looked up in surprise as something across camp caught his eye. “Ravenpaw!”

Firepaw followed his gaze to see the black tom standing in the entrance to the healer’s den, barely visible against the shadows of dusk. Graypaw was already up and heading for the older apprentice, and the young tom had to hurry after him to catch up.

“How are you feeling? Should you be up this soon? That was a nasty cut that you got during the battle.” Graypaw nosed his friend over, careful to be gentle around the shoulder. “Tigerclaw told us all about what happened.”

“T-T-Tigerclaw? What about him?” Ravenpaw squeaked, backing away a couple of pawsteps. Then his green eyes caught sight of Firepaw and he began backing away further. “Who’s that? A-Are we under attack?” He whimpered.

The new apprentice wasn’t sure what he had been expecting of Ravenpaw, but this scared kit certainly wasn’t it. “Easy, Ravenpaw! This is Firepaw. He’s a new apprentice of Tinyfrost’s.” Graypaw paced forward, pressing himself into Ravenpaw’s side in reassurance. “The battle must’ve been really bad, huh? You’re not usually this upset. Did you have a nightmare about it?”

The fur on the black tom’s spine rose, but he nodded. “S-Something like that.” He managed out, glancing nervously between Firepaw and Graypaw. “T-Tigerclaw… What happened to him?”

Graypaw looked at Firepaw, clearly unsure what to say to his friend. “After you passed out, he brought Redtail back to camp.” He finally began nervously. “He told us about how Oakheart killed Redtail, and then he killed Oakheart in revenge.”

Ravenpaw nodded a little too vigorously at that. “Right! Oakheart killed Redtail! Of course!” He glanced around nervously. “D-Did he say anything else?”

The two apprentices shrugged at that. “He didn’t say anything about you, except that he sent you back to camp to get help.” Graypaw mewed, pressing himself further into Ravenpaw’s side. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out again.”

“What’s going on here?” Firepaw turned around to see a scarred tortoiseshell approaching behind them - Dappleshine, the one who had been fussing over Ravenpaw the day before. “Are you two disturbing Ravenpaw? Don’t you have anything better to do? He needs his rest!”

“No! I mean- he was leaving Spottedleaf’s den, and we just stopped him, that’s all!” Firepaw looked at Graypaw to back him up, and to his surprise the other two toms nodded affirmatively.

“I-I’m sorry Dappleshine, I- I just wanted to see Redtail…” Ravenpaw began slinking back into the den again, clearly expecting punishment.

Dappleshine’s ears dipped, and he saw a brief shadow of grief flash over her face. “I… I see.” She dipped her head to the other two apprentices. “Thank you both. I’ll take care of it from here. I may not be a healer, but my sister’s taught me a few things anyways.”

Firepaw stepped aside to let the older queen through, watching as she took support of the black tom from his other side and letting Graypaw leave. The two disappeared into the recesses of the healer’s den, Dappleshine murmuring something softly to the oldest apprentice.

“I’m worried about him.” Graypaw whispered to Firepaw as the two returned to the apprentice’s den. “He’s always been a bit high-strung, but that battle seems to have really shaken him up. Not that I blame him. Watching your deputy get murdered in front of you, that can’t be easy.”

The ruddy apprentice nodded, but in the back of his mind something about what Ravenpaw had said nagged at him. The way he’d reacted to Tigerclaw’s name… Why would he be so scared of his father? Firepaw shook his head, trying not to think about it.

Graypaw glanced at him for a moment before sighing. “I wish I could stay up to hear what happened at the Gathering, but there’s no way Lionheart will let me sleep in when we’re on the dawn patrol.” He gave the ginger tom a light shove and headed towards their den’s entrance.

Firepaw blinked, before giving his friend a small smile. “Say, why don’t I stay up for you? I don’t know what Tinyfrost has planned for me, but I doubt it’s the dawn patrol, so I’ll probably have time to sleep in a little. And then I can tell you all about it at sunhigh.”

The other apprentice shot him a grateful look. “Would you? It’ll probably be real boring, with no one else to wait up with me. Usually, I’d have my sisters to help keep me awake, but…”

Firepaw shook his head and grinned. “I’ll be fine! Just make sure you save me a comfortable spot for sharing tongues, alright?”

“I will.” Graypaw blinked his appreciation to the new apprentice before slipping beneath the ferns, leaving him sitting in an empty camp with the remains of a mostly-eaten squirrel.

With a sigh, he settled in, tucking his paws beneath him as he gazed up at the sky. By now, the stars were shining brightly, twinkling merrily above him. With all that had happened in the past two days, he was glad to get the chance to be alone. It was only him, his thoughts, and the distant stars for company. For once, he didn’t mind that at all.

#talonslock #warrior cats #wc #fanfic #the prophecies begin #fire and ice #talonslock story #thunderclan #firepaw #graypaw #bluestar #quickflash #cinderpaw #pepperpaw #lionheart #darkstripe #tigerclaw #ravenpaw #smallear #one-eye #halftail #sandstorm #whitestorm #dappleshine

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 237

Our Little World/Xmas Special

“Our Little World”

Plot Description: a teen who’s lost her souls leads Dean to Crowley and a fast-growing Amara. Castiel sees an old acquaintance on TV, stuck in an earthly body

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died…that we saw

Yeah, bet that won’t come to bite you in the ass, Crowley. “You’re strong, but I’m stronger” “…for now” how do you ground the Darkness and not think that that’s gonna come back around some day.

Oh good. Misha’s done with whatever he was up to that prevented him from being here.

Did Dean just tell Cas to go touch grass? He’s not wrong. My boy is looking rough, and all he has done is watch TV

Ok. So it took an extra episode for the Lizzie Borden fanatic to die ☹️

Oh. Oh, Cassy. He’s been watching reruns of trash tv to stave off his thoughts and memories 😭

The look, the horrible dawning realization that he’s found Metatron, and Metatron’s working as a camera operator for the news

I know this wallpaper. This is the wallpaper from the Changing Channels episode

We’re back to exorcising demons?? Wellllllllll maybe not

It’s important that a growing teen learn some good cat memes

I’ve been checking out the lamps in hell, and they are really nice. There are a bunch of like art nouveau shades, they’re gorgeous

Omg he’s not even doing it for the news, he’s like a tragedy paparazzi. He might even be orchestrating it

Man, if this old asylum is where Crowley’s been hanging out or has an entrance to hell…it REALLY shows how much wreckage Amara caused in the demon ranks

I’m glad that SOMEONE ELSE has addressed the fact that every time someone mentions (or I type) the Darkness, I feel like we’re talking about the band for a second…I do wish it was someone other than Metatron

I mean, maybe don’t bait Cas into hitting you, Mets

Sure, Crowley, we’ll call what you and Dean had BROmance

Yeah, i guess that when the Darkness said “we’ll always help each other” or something like that, it cuts both ways. It’s not just a threat to Dean. She’ll protect him too…or she’s just mad at Crowley. I dunno

I’ll piece together what the parallels of Cas and Sam’s fights mean at some point, especially since Cas had to be baited into fighting and then really went on the offensive and ends up not killing Metatron while Sam goes in looking for a fight, tries to be a pacifist, and ends up killing a few demons. Cas was also having visions back at the bunker and Sam…well, he’s having them now

The indignity of having to keep your phone charged IS rough, Metatron, I know…

I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE ENERGY WE’VE BROUGHT INTO HELL TODAY. Amara is very in love with Dean (who on this show isn’t?)

What is the lore in this show?!?! The Darkness is god’s SISTER??? (I can’t believe we’re getting this reveal when I’m so close to season 4 of Sherlock)

Why are you getting visions of the cage, Sammy??

“Xmas Special”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara are trapped on an arctic base and their only hope is Santa Claus!

Oh good, I waited til really late to watch another long dw episode

These elves are so mean to her!!

What a brilliant time for the Doctor to show up, seconds after Clara tells the very real Santa that she stopped believing in fairy tales

Is Santa a time lord? His sack of toys is obviously bigger on the inside…

You know what gets me about shows and movies that are meant to be for families that discuss the existence of Santa? And this might be a more recent phenomenon. But aside from the weird mechanics of adults who don’t believe in Santa still somehow finding presents under the tree from Santa on Christmas morning because of course he exists in this universe….but you’re also showing these shows to your like 5 year old who’s just learned through watching that there comes a time you stop believing in Santa even though they’re only now at an age where they can recognize Santa. It’s just weird and I have no idea if that paragraph made sense

Wtf is going on at this arctic base? Why can’t she look or think about these beings in the infirmary??

Ah damn…the Doctor and Clara fucked it up for these people. Whatever they were tying to accomplish, they just BARGE IN

LOW BLOW, DOC! You can’t bring up Danny, and you REALLY can’t insinuate that he’d be cheating on Clara. It’s too soon for her and it’ll pretty much always be too soon for her

Omg they’re really are gonna get saved by Santa…..he just sent an army of toys into this base

I’m usually not a huge fan of how Santa gets depicted in Christmas specials (not in a “this doesn’t fit my headcanon” but more in a “he’s just uninteresting” way) but this one’s at least a little fun and interesting.

I really think he’s a time lord

…I forgot they didn’t know they lied to each other…I forgot they lied to each other at the end of the last episode

I do love that they keep saying Twelve looks like a magician

He’s got a point…it would definitely be offensive, as an extraterrestrial, to find out we have a horror movie called Alien. Then again, we have a lot of horror movies named a lot of things, so…anyway “no wonder you keep getting invaded” is a good reaction

Ah, fuck. The Dream Crab got Clara.

I know this is the Doctor trying to save her, but in this perfect dream world, it’s super jarring to see the hallway walls turn into chalkboards with “DYING!” written all over them

Oh good. The Doctor has come to actually save her….excuse me?? He let himself get taken by the Dream Crabs too??

Huh…so the only way to kill them is to reject the dream

THEY DID AN INCEPTION?? The Doctor and Clara were in a dream but everyone’s been in a dream since the beginning? Since they all got into the infirmary??

He’s so against any real touchy freely stuff, and I am forever living for that

…nah, there’s still 18 more minutes. How…I don’t like this existential crisis they’re giving me “no one ever knows they’re not dreaming m. Not ever. Not for one second of our lives” don’t do that to my brain. Please

Stop physically reaching out to them!! What is wrong with you people?!

Have we really circled back to Santa’s real?? We spent a bunch of time proving he wasn’t real in the last dream, and he still might not be because this is still another dream but who knows??

This girl has an interesting Christmas itinerary. She’s gonna watch Alien and The Thing From Another World before her dad comes around. Then she’ll watch Miracle on 34th Street before what I can only imagine is a Game of Thrones marathon…and last “forgive Dave???”…which she’s somehow apparently already done that last one

Please tell me this isn’t yet another dream. What??? It’s been 62 years since they’ve seen each other??? It was another dream. When did Steven Moffat watch Inception? Did he wait four years? Because the number of levels of the dream were just too much. And then the tangerine at the end, like the spinning top.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[tvguidancecounselor]

TV Guidance Counselor Episode 566: Sara Farizan

October 31 - November 6, 1987

This week Ken welcomes new old friend, award-winning and critically acclaimed author of the young adult novels Here to Stay, Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel, and the Lambda Literary award winning If You Could Be Mine, which was named one of TIME magazine's 100 Best YA Books of All Time, Dead Flip and My Buddy Killer Croc Sara Farizan.

Ken and Sara discuss matchmaker Meredith Goldstein, how Ken and Sara are essentially the same person, growing up in the Boston suburbs, Christine Else, Karen Duffy, Janeane Garofalo, Christine Lakin, Ken's weird skillset, breaking down barriers, mentioning something that taps into a deep emotional memory bank, 1987, 1992, the love of sci-fi/horror comedy, Gremlins, Monster Squad, Eerie Indiana, the fun of doing research to make historical fiction, writing and making art for your younger self, all the fears and issues young people today have that we didn't, how easy it is to watch listen to or read anything ever made, non heroic characters doing heroic things, a dislike of dark anti-heroes, representation, navigating adults as a kid, child stars sacrificing their childhood so we can have happy ones, Box Brown's book, Halloween, television and the 1992 elections, appreciating Courtney Cox, Misfits of Science, Cagney and Lacey, not being a cop show person, being bad at being a lesbian (media wise), liking character over procedure, Loving Care for Kittens and Cats, Captain Power and the Soldiers of the Future, Saturday Morning cartoons, advertising to kids, the wonders of Winterbeast, The Outer Limits in Waltham, The Midnight Hour, Dance Til Dawn, My Sister Sam, Women in Prison, Echoes in Darkness, Family Ties, having a crush on Stacey Keenan, Our House, Patrick Duffy's week, Mercedes McCambridge, family epics, Giant from 1956, Growing Pains, when Sandy died, very special episodes, generating dialog among families, After School Specials, ABC Tuesdays, Crime Story, The Iron Sheik, Perfect Strangers, Iranian immigrants loving WWF Wrestling, the early days of TGIF, Head of the Class, Donna Reed, working at Newbury Comics, Ken being fired from Newbury Comics because nobody liked him, being terrified of a Chucky Doll, Twilight, the wonder of being able to thank people face to face, Killer Croc, complicated fond memories of The Cosby Show, nice comedy and how difficult it is to do, Sledge Hammer, Hulk Hogan's Rock n Wrestling, Rowdy Roddy Piper, Lipstick and Dynamite, Carrie, Rags to Riches, I Married Dora, Jackie Gleason's lack of Emmys, and being fine with butts, even if you're not specifically looking for them. 

Check out this episode!

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

#optional bias #optional bias smut #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpoptopia #prism.nw #exo smut #txt smut #day6 smut #cravity smut #ateez smut #nct smut #stray kids smut #bts smut #the boyz smut #sf9 smut #btob smut #got7 smut #ikon smut #oneus smut #onewe smut #seventeen smut #a.c.e smut #n.flying smut #monsta x smut #pentagon smut #enhypen smut

[sweetdreams25]

Captain Rogers' sweet girl

Hi i'm not a native english, it's my first story, there is no beta reader.

Sorry if i do mistake 🙏

This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. dark Steve, manipulation, age gap, non com, manipulation, somnophilia, daddy kink, innocent kink, dom/ sub

If you have gotten this far, it means you have read and understood my warnings. I AM NOT responsible for your consumption. Don’t read if you are sensitive to any of the warnings.

Chap2 Chap3. Chap11 Chap12 Chap14

Chap 1

Nat found you, alone in May's appartement. You were Peter younger sister.

You had try to reach your brother or May after watching a part of school turning into dust. The following day you had stay in the appartement, terrorized, you were a 15 years old girl alone. Peter and May had always been overprotective toward you. On the first week you had try to do some groceries but someone stole your wallet with the few money you had. And when you try to go too the police, you had a panic attack in front of the crowd, and you get back quicky to the appartement You were a sweet shy girl, lost alone in the middle of Queens.

When she arrived, you open the door without looking. Nat stare at you surprise. How can you be so confident to open to an unknow person. Peter was confident but you were worst. She could she on your face that you were scared,and that you haven't really eat for days.

She ask some question to check your identity. You answer willingly. Nat look at you, you we're little, with some curve, good looking. You weren't stupid, like she trust at first but an aware of the dangers and too confident. She ask for something to eat to see your reaction. You fidgeting a little, apologized for having nothing to share. But eventually you came back with a chocolat bar, you stutter because it's half eaten but you offer it to Nat even if it's the little you have left.

You were too cute and too kind for your own good.

In the car, you smile to Nat. For the first time you feel safe but you are a little intimidated by Nat's determination.

You arrive at the compound. You follow as best you can Nat inside. In the living room a tall man is watching the screens, you recognize him as Captain America. Peter has told you a little about him.

Nat : Steve we have a guest

Captain America without looking : Nat, we're the Avengers, we're not here to pick up lost dogs

Nat : Steve don't be so rude. It's Peter's sister. Y/N say Hello , it's Steve Rogers

You shyly : Hi Mr Rog

Steve : Captain

You bow your head and blush

You : oh sorry Captain ...

There is a long silence. Steve continues to look at the screens without paying you any attention. Frankly the world needed to recover from the Snap and Nat couldn't think of anything better than to bring back a teenager. He hated the liberated ways of today's women but even more so the insolence of teenage girls. No manner, no modesty. What an idea Nat had.

Nat : Come, i will show you your room.

Nat show you a room, you can believe it was just for you. She show you how too use Friday and let you settle in.

Nat : Steven Rogers you could be more sympathetic. What did you want me to do? Let her starve in her apartment or worse. It's a sweet kid

Steve sigh : As you wish Nat, I hope she will be less exasperating than her brother.

After a hot shower you go in the living room, you're looking for Nat. You're starving but there is only Captain America and his presence is impressive. He's so big you feel even smaller.

You whisper : uh Ca Captain America

Steve : Yes !

Remembering the discussion with Nat and trying to be nicer

Steve : what do you want ?

You swallow your tears : i was wondering if i can take something to eat, please Captain.

Steve turns around, and looks at you. Surprised by your politeness. He didn't expect that from you. He stare at you, looking if you are making fun of him. But no, you were chewing your lower lips without looking at him, waiting for his answer.

Nat : Y/N do you want to eat something ?

Steve holds back a curse as you turn to Nat. He wishes he had continued to watch you. Finally you are here for a good moment, no doubt he will have the opportunity to discover your flaws rather quickly.

----------------------

More than 2 years later.

You leave with Captain America and Nat, they are both nice with you. Captain America is still intimidating. Nat is more like aunt May. You go to school and help as much as you can at the compound.

Mr Stark isn't an Avengers anymore. Nat and Captain America had a lot to do so you try your best to not be a burden. You learned to cook, you have memorized their favorites dishes. You miss your brother and your aunt but you have a good life.

-------------

Steve look at you, you are his sunshine. The world is mad, he has to keep smiling, doing press conference, going on some stupid mission. He hate that. And all this people who dares to question his investment, his decisions all because of the Snap. He would like to wring their necks, to see them collapse lifelessly at his feet. They should thank him but no, they always blame him.

And here you are, so sweet so lenient such a good girl. Since your first day, Steve had test you, looking for any flaws. But you were perfect. So shy, sometimes he use his Captain's voice only to see you shake and hear you stutter. And then he speaks softy your cheeks turn pink and tears beads on the corner of your eyes.

He remember each test, the first time he call you a good girl.

It was few month after you arrival. He was on the couch, doing nothing. After finishing your homework you came to sit and read. Steve had turned on the TV. Out of the corner of his eye he saw you watching him before returning to your reading. He waited a moment and asked you to get him a beer. You answered with a yes Captain and brought him a beer. He called you a good girl, you blushed deliciously as you thanked him. His cock got hard in his pants at your reaction.

Since your arrival, Steve try to keep his distances, you were just a stupid teenager, but he can help testing you, what a pleasure to see you so obedient, so willingly. You were innocent, he heard you speak with Nat, the way you blush. He like that, he start to imagine what he would like to be your first. He deserve some one like you, a sweet thing. If only you weren't so young. His cock twists in his pants eachtime he thought of taking your virginity

But now you're gonna be an adult and Steve can't stop dreaming of your body.

He had try to date women, he even slept with some of them. But none of them have your modesty, your doe's eyes. Sometimes he use professionnals, he didn't want the public know about some of his kink. Steve miss Bucky, his pal have his way with women like no one, they used to share during the war.

Nat was like a big sister for you. Steve at first was a little scared that you try to be like her or than she try to influence you. He like Nat, she was great, strong and fighting in her side was an honnor but she was not a woman like he loves them

She teach you how to do your hair, how to do your make up. Nat made you ask his opinion everytime. If at first he didn't want to give it away too much, fearing Nat would disapprove of his interest. He was reassured when he heard Nat say to go and ask him which hairstyle he preferred.

You had tiptoed in, so intimidated. He could see your chest rising faster. When you went back to give Nat the answer, she agreed, saying he was a man of taste.

For the makeup he had pushed towards the natural style.

One evening when you were out with some school friends, Nat showed you how to do a more sophisticated makeup.

His cock was hard just thinking about it. You had a red lipstick that contrasted with your wise girl look. That night, he would have liked to forbid you to go out. He had watched you leave imagining what he would have done if you had stayed.

Right after you left, he had locked himself in his room and masturbated imagining his cock between your lips, how he would have fucked your mouth, forcing you to swallow it all. He could see your big teary eyes as he entered his cock between your lips. It was the first time he allowed himself to masturbate while thinking about you. He'd cum as he imagined his sperm flowing down your throat and you thanking him.

One of Steve favorite memories, is when Nat had made you try some dresses. You usually wear sweatpants or jeans, but once Nat came back with some dresses. Steve particulary enjoy the 40's style. Nat had made you make a little défilé. OMG he still remember how is cock was hard seeing you in all this dresses. Steve dreamed to lie you on the table, to pull up your skirt, spriding your legs and then eating your sweet pussy and make you scream his name and begging for his cock.

Yes, he would love to fuck you everywhere, using all your holes, filling your tight pussy with his seed. You'll be waiting for him to return from his mission, naked on your knees. Steve doesn't want children right now, at least not for the first year. He wants to enjoy turning you into his personal cockslut. Yes, you are going to be his sweet little wife. Nat is the big obstacle, she probably won't agree. Steve always tries to hide the lust in his eyes when she's around. In a few months he'll make the first move. You won't make any complications, you're such a good girl you won't even think of saying no to him. Steve has promised himself to be nice to you, at least at first. But he wants to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk.

Steve looks at the whore on the bed, she passed out. It should be you, the last few times he's used professionals more often, but even so, you're still on his mind and he's not satisfied. He starts fucking her in the asshole, the girl moans a little, how he would like to hear you moan when he takes you. Steve closes his eyes, you are asleep, he fucks you and you let out such beautiful moans. You are so wet for him. He screams your name as he empties himself into the hooker. She is still unconscious. He can't wait any longer, he wants you, he needs you, he deserves you. You will be his, he will be careful not to break your innocence. You will be the perfect woman and the perfect slut for him.

With this decision in mind, he fucks the girl 2 more times, since this is the last time, might as well enjoy it. He leaves, the girl won't be able to walk so Steve paid for room service and one more night.

#the avengers #marvel #steve rogers #steve x y/n #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve rogers smut #dark!steve rogers #dark!stucky x reader #dark!steve x you #dark steve rogers #dark captain america