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2kiran · 6 months

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I would like to request Price with a scary dog LT for a partner, only Ghost team actually know the two are together, because on base they act strictly professional. One day, they’re both on base and Price ends up on the receiving end of a particularly flirty recruit. His partner sees it all go down and then very kindly, like the good LT he is, reminds his Captain who he belongs to ;))

SAY YOU'RE MINE —— j o h n “ b r a v o s i x ” p r i c e

cw. dom gn!reader. possessiveness. marking. grinding. | word count. 579

Captain Price’s palms are sweaty and suddenly, he believes he has lost his breath.

He can feel your gaze on the back of his head. His weight shifts to one foot to the other agitatedly. A recruit, one that he doesn’t even know the name of, was bold enough to try and flirt with him. That same recruit was unaware of the lieutenant who was evidently, at least to Price, unhappy.

Your relationship with the Captain wasn’t exactly public, apart from the task force having full knowledge about it and occasionally teasing the two of you in the presence of other soldiers.

You cringe when you catch a wisp of a corny line from the recruit, furrowing your brows in building annoyance. You don’t hear what John says, if he was even speaking. All your senses was focused on how he was letting the recruit flirt with him. Sure, you’re confident that he’d never dream about getting with anyone now that he has you, but you still can’t seize the developing anger.

Your feet move before you are able to register the thought, approaching the two. “Shouldn’t you be training with the others, private?” the person flinches, and you’re sure their soul jumped out of their body when their confident expression melts into fear. “L–lieutenant, I, yes. I was just, uh–” you cock your head towards the group of recruits that were actually training, eyes hardening into a glare. They mumble an apology as they scurry away, embarrassed.

“Lieu—” you cut him off, “My room. Now.” you don’t wait for a response, already heading for the door because after all these years you’ve known the man, he always followed.

The walk was eerily quiet, jammed with tenseness. The moment John stepped inside of your room, you pinned him to the locked door. Originally, you were going to ask him to explain why he let that foolish recruit openly flirt with him like that, but he instinctively wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn’t gentle, the same kind you held for him was replaced with an unmistakable hunger that required to be satisfied instantly.

“What — mmph — was that?” you mutter in between kisses, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He moaned, legs departing from each other to allow your thigh in between. “Love,” he began, pulling away to breathe. “The recruit only went up to me, okay? I didn’t — oh fuck, baby.” you latched onto a sensitive spot on his neck, one that has him holding onto your shoulders.

“You didn’t...?” the silence that followed was a cue for him to continue.

God, he loved how you teased him.

“I didn’t,” he moaned softly when your teeth sinks into his flesh, “...didn’t mean to not tell them off.” his lips pressed together in a futile attempt to muffle the sounds that escaped him. Your tongue licks around the bite, the sting intensifying for a moment.

Your hands guide him over your thigh, the friction leaving him wanting more. Sweat began to build on his forehead, eyebrows knitted together as his mouth was agape in a low groan. He was desperate, whimpering so delicately beside your ear. You tilt your head up, lips capturing his again. His body melding against yours. The bites you left on his neck were sure to last, at least for a little while.

Maybe by then, the recruit will realize who the captain really belongs to.

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iamsherlocked1479 · 4 months

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Happpy New Year

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking

Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.

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Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds.

“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.

This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust.

You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good.

“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.

“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.

“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”

“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.

“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his.

His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath

“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.

“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.

“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy

“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in.

“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.

“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.

“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.

“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle

“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.

“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?”

“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.

“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near

“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.

“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes

“So what if I was?” he smiled “Sometimes i think you prefer it.”

“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where

“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.

“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck

“Happy new year.” you smiled back

“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist

“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh

“Then why are you following me?”

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A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3

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luvssemma · 10 months

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Tight Shirt Tight pants

Pairing- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x female!reader

Summary- You had a tight long sleeve shirt on while training causing problems for Ghost.

Warnings- Possessive Ghost, Jealous Ghost, Smut, Fluff, A little degrading (being called a slut) Pet names (lovie darling baby)

Word count 5800

Authors Note- Thank you everyone for showing so much love on my recent posts! Also in my bio you can put your requests now! You can request anyone!

It was the hottest day of the year and you felt like you were melting with how much sweat was dripping down your forehead.

Since it was so hot you decided to wear a tight and thin long sleeve that was slightly cropped and running shorts.

When Ghost saw you in your tight shirt and shorts. He immediately felt his pants tighten. He always thought you were attractive but seeing you in that outfit he wanted to bend you over and fuck you until all you could do was babble his name.

When you started training Ghost could see the other guys staring at you like you were a piece of meat and it made his blood boil.

At first he tried to ignore the feeling and made sure they didn’t touch you but when one of the rookie walked up to you and started flirting he saw red and immediately walked over to you.

Ghost towered over you and growled “My office now Sargent”

Your eyes widen in shock and confusion and nodded quickly. “Uh yes lieutenant” you said and began following Ghost to his office.

You followed him into his office he shut the door behind you and began walking towards you.

“Sargent do you know how distracting this outfit is” Ghost asks in a low voice. You look down at your outfit now realizing how tight it was.

“I-I didn’t realize Ghost i-im sorry” you felt like your whole body was on fire feeling embarrassed. Ghost grabbed your hips making you turn to him.

“I don’t mind baby i do mind i those men looking at you like you were some kind of whore off the street” Ghost growled into your ear making you whimper softly. Ghost smirked slyly and lifted his mask just above his nose and kissed you passionately.

You immediately kissed him and held onto him tightly. Ghost picked you by your hips and carried you to his desk never breaking the kiss.

Ghost sat you down on the desk and began kissing your neck leaving red marks that would soon turn into purple hickeys. “So beautiful and all mine” Ghost said as he kisses your collarbone

You moan softly as he kissed your collarbone and neck. “G-Ghost please i need you” Ghost smirk and nodded

“Darling i love your shirt but it would better on the floor” You nodded quickly in agreement and began undressing. Ghost’s eyes scanned your body and he felt his cock throb and groaned.

You kissed Ghost hard and gripped his shoulder. Ghost gripped your hips and kissed you back just as hard. You broke the kiss and said softly “Its not fair.” Ghost tilted his head and asked “Whats not fair lovie?” you blushed at the name and bit your lip “You still have your clothes on”

Ghost smirked and said seductively “If you wanted to see me naked could’ve just said that baby” Ghost quickly tore his shirt off and unbuckled his pants.

Ghost started moving your panties to the side and ran his fingers over your folds and groaned “Fuck your so wet baby for me.” You moaned as he touched your throbbing core. “G-Ghost please.”

He chuckled “Tell me what you want Darling” he said as you began rubbing your clit slowly. You threw your head back and moans “You fingers Ghost please!” Satisfied with your answer he slipped a finger into your aching core.

Ghost slowly began fingering your needy cunt his thumb sliding over your clit making you moan his name. “F-Faster Ghost faster please!” You begged desperately. Ghost watches you fall apart on his fingers “Such a fucking slut. Look at you falling apart and i just using two fingers.”

You moaned loudly as Ghost started moving his finger faster and deeper his thumb rubbing your clit. So lost in please your eyes rolling in the back of your head “P-please d-don’t stop!” You begged like you praying. Ghost didn’t stop and watch you get closer to your orgasm. “Come on baby be a good girl and come around my fingers.” Its like his words set you off and you began coming around his finger. You leaned on his chest tiredly and he petted your hair comforting.

“Did so good for me baby” Ghost praised in your ear “But im not finished with you quite yet” Ghost began sliding his boxer off and his cock sprung out all hard with precum dripping down the side.

You eyes widen at how big it is. You figured Ghost would be big but he was huge “G-Ghosts its not gonna fit” you said nervously. Ghost just chuckled “Dont worry baby ill make it fit.” You nodded and Ghost slowly slid his tip into you aching core.

You gasped at how much his cock stretching you. Ghost kissed your forehead and whispered praises in your ear. Ghost slowly slide the rest in and lets you adjust. Tears prick your eyes from how big he is. “Y-You can-Fuck-move now.” you said whimpering.

Ghost groaned and began moving his hips slowly. He was gripping your hips so tightly that it definitely will leave bruises later. As Ghost started slamming his hips into yours faster all you could think about was how his cock was slamming into your tight cunt.

“Fuck baby look at you already drunk on my cock” Ghost grunted out. You wanted to protest but all you could was babble his name.

Ghost started slamming his cock harder and deeper hitting your g-spot. You screamed his name “ F-Fuck Ghost right t-there” you said as you threw your head back and bite your lip.

“Fuck Baby i know your so close i can feel you clenching around my cock so hard” All you do was nod to lost in the pleasure Ghost was giving you

Ghost thrust became sloppier and harder signaling he was getting close. “G-Ghost im gonna come.” you mumbled against his chest. “I know baby I -Fuck- I am too” He started going deeper and said “Come with me baby come on you can do it” You moaned in response and began coming around his cock. Ghost groaned as he felt your walls clench and spilled his warm seed deep inside your cunt

You tiredly leaned your head on his chest as Ghost ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead. Ghost whisper in your ear “You mine lovie only mine”

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 1 year

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Secrets (D.W. x Reader)

Dean Winchester x Female! Reader Request: Could I make a supernatural request? Reader has written in her diary about her crush on dean and doesn't know he feels the same way. Jack doesn't know what a diary is and finds it sitting with a bunch of books or something and reads it. Since he doesn't know what the book is he reads a few passages out loud to the brothers. The reader probably gets pissed off and Dean says how he feels.

Warnings: Angst, Reader is mean to jack a little. Overall pretty fluffy. Rating: Anyone can read this!

A/N: I am accepting a supernatural tag list, if you like to join please leave a comment or send an ask! I also am still accepting Requests!

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It has now been days since you have had a case. This means you got a very long break that you deserved. The bunker was nice and quiet, for the first time in a very long time.

You were sitting at the table with Sam, Jack, and Dean. Writing in your diary. Yes, you understood that having a diary was kinda...childish. But, did you care? No. It helped you cope with everything that has been thrown at you over the years of hunting. It also helped you talk about the feelings you've had for a certain green-eyed hunter.

You have known Dean for about two years now and met through Jody Mills. During these two years, you both have been through quite a bit throughout the time you have known each other. Such as Dean with the Mark of Cain, demon Dean, Amara, British Men of Letters (They were so annoying).

Now we are now raising Jack a Nephilim, son of Lucifer. He looked like he was sixteen, but was technically only two months old. Very bizarre I know. It was challenging, to say the least. Teaching him everything he needs to know at a quick pace wasn't ideal. But, Jack was a kid. A very powerful kid, but a kid.

Jack was sitting across from you trying to help Sam do research about a ghoul, Sam wanted to take him on a case soon so he could learn the ways to hunt. Dean was beside you eating the burger he made earlier and reading an article on the news website, you decided to take your time and write in your diary.

There wasn't a day that you didn't go out to write in your diary. You wrote in it so much that even Sam and Dean picked up on your routine. You close your diary and lay it on the table, stand up from the table, and walk to the kitchen for a drink. When you walk to the kitchen you see the huge mess that Dean has made in there. For one burger, that man was messier than a two year old.

You could see the sliced-up tomato guts on the cutting board, lettuce leaves, and onion all around the table and on the floor.

"Dammit, Dean." You laugh seeing his mess before you grabbed the broom and cleaned the floor. Wiping all the tomato, lettuce, and onion remains off the floor and into the garbage can.

After you cleaned that mess up, you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. Afterward, you walked down the hallway to hear Jack speaking, "I have no idea why I have been feeling like this lately. My feelings for him have become stronger and stronger that I can't even stand going on cases anymore to see him get hurt."

What is Jack even talking about? Does he have feelings for someone? But, he doesn't even know or understand how relationships work. He has only been on this earth for two months.

You walked faster down the hall to see Jack sitting beside Sam with your diary, but before you can say a word he read more.

"I really like Dean. There I said it. I like Dean Winchester. I fear losing him to a hunt and can't bear with losing him to a monster. I liked him for a few years now, but I have been too afraid to say anything. I'm sure by how Dean would rather be with other women that he doesn't feel the same about me. Plus, I wouldn't want to lose our friendship over my childish crush."

Before Sam had a say in anything, you were already crossing the room to Jack. Snatching your journal away. Your open water bottle was on the floor, spilled.

"Do you know that it isn't nice to read someone's diary?!" You yell at Jack. Jack holds his hands up, "Y/n, I didn't know. It was on the table with the other books. I thought it was re-"

You cut Jack's sentence off, "Research?? Really? What's your excuse? You see me write in it EVERY DAY Jack! How could you not pick up that it's something personal! Oh, wait. You're a little baby in the body of a sixteen-year-old!" You slam your book down in front of him, "Go ahead and read the rest. You read enough already!"

Jack had his head down hearing you yell at him while Sam and Dean looked at you and him. You know Jack didn't know what it was. But, you felt betrayed and hurt by the fact that now my secret crush was out. Dean knew. You could feel all the eyes on you and your own eyes burned. Tears were gonna start falling soon. You left the room and went down the hallway to your room and slammed your door shut.

You lay down on your bed and sighed. Hiding your face with your hands and sobbing. You could never look at Dean or Sam again. You got up and started packing your clothes. Everything was over. The friendships you built. Gone. The years of working with them—him was over after everything you've been through.

A knock on the door broke you out of your thought. You wiped the tears from your face and opened the door to see Dean leaning on the doorway in his red henley and blue jeans.

"Hey." He spoke looking at you, "Can I come in?"

You open the door wide enough to allow Dean in, he walks in and rubs his head with his hand while you closed the door.

"What do you want D?"

Dean took a breath before he spoke, "Look. You were really hard on Jack. He didn't know. He is just a kid."

You nod your head at Dean, understanding what he said. "Yeah. I know. I'm gonna to apologize to him later. I am just mad." You look at your feet not looking at his face.

Dean looked at your partially packed suitcase and sighed, "I understand why you are mad. But, I came to talk to you because I need-Dammit I ain't good at this." He took a breath before he spoke again, "Ilikeyoutoo."

He said that sentence so fast you couldn't quite make out what he said. You look at him confused and step closer to him, "What?"

Dean sighs and takes a step forward, "Screw it." He takes your face in his hand and kisses you.

His lips were soft but you could feel the passion behind them, You stood there for a moment letting Dean kiss you before you returned the kiss giving the same passion he was giving you.

It felt like pure bliss while the kiss lasted. You never wanted it to stop.

Dean pulled away, his hands still on your face holding it gently. He looked you in the eyes. His green ones are full of emotion and devotion for you.

"Do you get what I am saying now? I don't want you to go." Dean said, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile up at Dean.

"I never will go."

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guitarhappyman · 7 months

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Let people know.

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in

Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.

If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.

If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

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nighwingsdiscordkitten · 1 month

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So this is what I have so far on the Dean Winchester character analysis it's a bit all over because I wrote it while on the bud home but I'm writing it in a notebook of mine in a more clear and organized way then gonna re type it once I get it done

Also if you guys don't mind pls add your own character analysis of your own or just things you've noticed during the series because I really don't wanna mischaracterize him and accidentally make him into a complete different person especially since Dean's whole character is literally so important to me

Also I don't want anyone to think I'm gonna excuse the bad things Dean has done to Sam, Cas, and also Jack. I wanna include the fact that he isn't that great of a person and i still wanna hold him accountable for all the bad things he has done throughout the series

How Dean Winchester is. Given the parental role and also the more “women” or ‘feminin’ role in the series and also by the fandom.

Firstly we will talk about the fact that from a very young age (four years old) when his mother died in the fire he was the one to grab Sam from his crib and ran out of the house while his father stayed back. We see this in the very first episode and was also mentioned in one of the later seasons, growing up he was given the parental role because John (the father) was to busy with ‘grieving” his dead wife to the point that he threw himself and his family into the hunter life leave Dean and Sam to grow up on the road with no real home, they stayed in dirty old motels and barely had money to live off of, you can see this by the fact that they never had Christmas and I know that’s not a very ‘big deal’ BUT the fact that Dean had to sneak off and steal from a random home to give Sam some type of Christmas and also the fact that Dean was arrested for stealing some peanut butter bread and then was sent to Sunny’s home or wayward boys. There was also hints that Dean barley ever got to eat and often have his food to Sam so he wouldn’t go hungry at night, I don’t know if it was ever actually mentioned but it was hinted in episodes where Dean would have flashbacks or it was hinted, you can also notice this with how Dean eats his food, it’s more animalistic and rushed while Sam eats more calmer and also less, that is because Sam never had to really worry because Dean always fed him but Dean never knew when his next meal was so I believe it is a trauma response. Another trauma response is also is his savior complex, in the show we often see Dean more concern for Sam then himself and and could also be a readily for his own self destructive tendencies but we’ll talk about that later- since Dean has taken care of Sam his whole life Dean took on the parental role naturally and also started to relaty on Sam to be there constantly because Sam is his only constant figure in his life much how Dean is Sam’s only constant figure as well. Why is Sam and Dean each others only constant figure even tho they both have John tho? Well that is because John wasn’t the parental figure they needed. They only could rely on each other and no one else, sure they had Bobby but they don’t show him much in their flashback so I don’t know how much of a role he had in their childhood because he only really shows up more in their adult life, I do belive Bobby was there in their childhood because we see Bobby and Dean playing catch in season 7 when Bobby dies but that’s pretty much the only scene we get with Bobby and younger Dean every other scene is when Dean is a adult, so that makes me belive even more that Sam was deans only constant and the same with Dean for Sam. Now, about the savior complex, there are multiple examples of Dean wanting to risk his life for same and wanting to ‘save’ Sam for example

•Dean welling his soul in season 1 to same Sam

• Dean wanting to save Sam from ruby and his demon blood addiction

•Dean wanting to say yes to Michel

•Dean trying to get rid of the mark of Cain

•Giving himself up to Amra

•Even giving his own childhood up for Sam

Etc (look up more of deans self scarification)

We also see Deans self destructive tendencies by the fact he pushes people away, him being a alcoholic, him hiding his own traumas and emotions resulting him to have break downs or out bursts of rage because that was what he grew up on. He never learned how to let his anger out in normal healthy ways I believe that was because of John and how he was raised because we constantly see John being abusive and taking his anger out of Dean.

Again this is super all over the place but that’s because it’s still the rough draft I’m planing on rewriting all of this to make more sense and also I still wanna add more things to this as will because There’s so much more I wanna talk about but just can’t put it in words exactly

#dean winchester #dean winchester character study #spn #spn fandom #jensen ackles #jared padalecki #sam winchester #supernatural #spn cast #spn castiel #castiel #Sam and Dean #spn sam winchester #spn dean winchester #supernatural sam winchester #supernatural dean winchester #supernatural characters

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sexualtensiongrowing21 · 2 months

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Prompt: “Just a while longer.” // Stiles Stilinski x reader

Trigger Warnings // None?

I got home from the hospital this morning. Five days of being stuck there and I was finally home. Scott and Isaac haven't left me alone since they helped me lay down on my bed.

“You don't have to babysit me. I'm fine, really.” I flash a smile their way.

“Y/N, you were attacked by an alpha. We could have lost you.” I grimace. I had snuck into the abandoned bank with Allison to try and help the boys. Before Ennis fell with Derek he had thrown me into a wall. The next thing I knew I was in the hospital and Derek was dead.

“Yes, but I'm okay. I promise. I'm not going anywhere. Now please. Leave me alone. I need to shower and I don't think either of you want to be here while I change.” Scott makes a face of disgust while Isaac raises his eyes in thought. He clears his throat “Well, I mean if you’re offering…” He smiles while my brother grabs him by the shoulder and makes him follow him out of the room.

I get up slowly and walk to the bathroom. Turning on the water as hot as it will go I let it run while I undress. New scares litter my body. Across my collar bone, nail marks along my wrists, scratches down my thighs. A completely different person stares back at me from a year ago. Before I knew of werewolves and there were no crazy darachs trying to sacrifice anyone. Sighing, I step into the shower.

I wrap a towel around myself as I step out of the bathroom into my room. I come to a stop when I see Stiles on my bed. He stands quickly once he finally notices me.

“Uh- Scott let me in. Said you got home this morning.” I look at him. He looks awful, like he hasn't slept in days.

“I did.” As if just realizing I am only in a towel his face reddens and he turns around while covering his eyes. A small laugh escapes my lips as I grab my brother's Beacon Hills lacrosse t-shirt and some shorts. Once I am dressed I make my way to the bed grabbing Stiles hands and pulling him to sit with me on the bed.

He is examining my face closely as if trying to memorize all my features. He places his hand on the side of my face and leans his forehead to mine. “I thought I lost you.” He says barely above a whisper “Never.” I said, closing my eyes and meeting his lips with mine.

We are cuddling under the blankets watching Twilight when I finally have the nerve to ask him the question that's been on my mind since I woke up in the hospital five days ago.

“Why didn't you come and see me?” I pause, moving in his arms so that I am facing him. He closes his eyes with a pained expression.

“I was there.” he swallows. “But I couldn't bring myself to go into your room.” I furrow my brows in confusion. “What? Why?” He won't look at me so I bring my hands to his face so that I can see his eyes. I always get lost in his honey brown eyes.

“I was supposed to protect you. But when I looked around you were gone. You had left and I didnt notice.” a single tear escapes his eye. “If I wasn't so distracted I could have stopped you and you wouldn't be hurt.” He puts his hands on top of mine and pulls them from his face to intertwine his fingers with mine.

A pang of guilt hits my heart. “Oh Stiles, it's not your fault. I knew you would try and stop me.” I squeeze his hands. “I promise I will always tell you when I'm leaving, but just know I will always try and help. No matter what. I can't lose my brother.” he slowly nods his head. “I know.. I was just scared. You mean so much to me Y/N.” I smile and lean over and kiss him which he returns.

After the movie was over I had fallen asleep and started to wake up to the feeling of Stiles trying to get out of bed. “Stay.” I mumble sleepily. “It's late. Scott wouldn't be happy if I stayed the night.” Reaching around the bed with my eyes closed I find his chest and push him down to me. I place my head back on his chest. “Just a while longer, I sleep better when you're here.”

He finally gives in and his arm comes to wrap around my back. He kisses the top of my head. “Fine. Only for you.”

Just before I am about to fall asleep again I whisper. “ I love you, Stiles Stilinski.”

#stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski #writting prompt #stiles stilinski x you #teenwolf fanfiction #teen wolf stiles #scott mccall imagine #isaac lahey imagine

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soulkeeper801 · 1 year

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Silly Crush pt 2

Im Nayeon x f!reader

smut

Y/N has a little crush on a sunbae that gets a bit too far for Nayeon’s liking.

Part 1

Nayeon grabbed your hair, pulling you towards her and making you arch your back.

“You’re mine,” she growled in your ear as she pounded deep against you, a hand on your hip to keep you in place.

To remind you where you belonged.

She knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. You were going strong for almost a year now and never felt threatened by anything or anyone. Not even when her company tried to ban the relationship. The ups and downs brought you two together closer than ever and the love that you had for each other made her trust you blindly.

But the moment your ultimate crush not only noticed you but also showed interest in meeting you, she felt she had to protect what’s hers. You wouldn’t dare to leave her, would you?

“Are you listening to me?” she hissed in your ear, the hand that was holding you down left a loud slap on your ass.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered, a tear threatening to fall due to the almost unbearable pleasure you were feeling.

Nayeon pulled the strap on almost all the way out just to slap herself against you again, making you moan her name out loud.

“No one else gets to bend you over and fuck you like this,” she groaned, grabbing your hip to bring you closer with each thrust, “Say it”.

“No one,” you said in a whimper, feeling her moving faster against you, “only you, babe, only y-you”.

Nayeon’s thrusts became rougher, hitting the right spots, making you lose your senses out of pleasure. She owned you and both of you knew it.

“Come for me, pretty thing,” she whispered lovingly, after leaving a kiss on your naked shoulder and you felt your release taking over.

She pulled out after a couple of seconds, making you groan at the sensation. You turned around and met her eyes. They adored you, filled with love as a small smile adorned her face. She placed her arms on each side of your head, still between your legs, the tip of her strap teasing your folds once again.

Her lips looked for yours in a hungry kiss as her tongue entered your mouth to keep tasting you. She lowered her kisses to your jaw, your neck where she nibbled your skin leaving faint marks that reminded you who you belonged to.

“Only mine,” she growled looking directly at your eyes, before she aligned her strap to your entrance to take you one more time.

“Why is Y/N’s heart rate going so high?!” a very surprised MC asked as he watched the numbers on the little screen changing rapidly as Nayeon stood in front of you only giving you a wide smile.

A bunch of idols had been invited to a special end of the year episode of a very well known variety show. The last activity of the episode was the infamous bpm monitoring, where they had a guy trying to raise your heartbeat in order to win a prize.

“This should be easy,” he confidently said as he fixed his hair with his hands before throwing you a seductive look.

Your heart rate dropped to 73, pulling a loud laugh from the other attendees. One of the MCs clapped in his face and pushed him back to his seat. The tall guy smiled awkwardly as the guys next to him patted his back.

Another guy stepped in with a shy smile, “I’m kinda nervous,” he said, making you giggle.

Your heart rate raised a bit and everyone roared at your reaction. The encouragement made the guy boldly go for your hand and hold it, while looking at your eyes.

However your heart rate dropped again and you raised your eyebrows at his action. He stepped back and chuckled in defeat, letting your hand go and going back to his seat.

“Let me try!” A loud but smiling girl shouted from behind when everyone thought the game was already over.

You tried to clear your mind, to think about anything else other than her because you knew one of her pretty smiles and your heart would explode.

She was mischievous, knowing perfectly the power she had over you. The corner of her lips went up as soon as she stepped in front of you, swaying from side to side feigning innocence.

But you knew her better. She was giving you that look. The look she would throw at you whenever she was trying to get her way by seducing you with her actions. The look she would hold before unbuckling your pants while on her knees. The look she would hold before her hand traveled to the hem of your underwear after a heated make out session.

Your heart started beating faster and everyone noticed.

“What?!” one of the MCs reacted standing up from his chair to take a closer look at the little screen. “How is that possible?”

Nayeon laughed at the scene before throwing her head back, letting out a loud laugh. You smiled, feeling a little defeated. No one would ever know the meaning behind the rapidly beating of your heart.

She swiftly made her way to the prize and sent a wink your way, gaining a faint blush as your heart beat kept increasing.

“Wait, wait,” the MC stopped Nayeon before she could come closer to the prize. “There’s still one final level before anyone can take the prize”.

As those words left his mouth, a sudden shiver went through your body. There would only be one reason for him to say something like that. Were they going to…?

He signaled to the back door and you felt your soul leaving your body.

As the door opened slowly, revealing a pair of long legs, a tight black dress that hugged a well trained body and you could identify who she was, the bpm monitor went to the roof. Everyone roared in reply to how your heart was reacting to her simple presence. Everyone but Im Nayeon.

“Hello, Y/N,” the woman you had always adored greeted while waving her hand sweetly at you. “Finally, we meet”.

You bowed deeply at her, trying to think about anything else but it was impossible. Her eyes were locked to yours and she was smiling widely at your endearing reaction. She took a couple of steps towards you and caressed your arm slowly, without breaking eye contact.

“You win, sunbaenim,” you whispered, redirecting your gaze to the ground before the bpm made you more embarrassed.

She laughed gracefully, bringing you to her and engulfing you in a quick hug that was immediately broken as the monitor started beeping at the unusual beating of your heart.

The studio broke into a loud laugh as the MC took the chance to wrap up the episode.

“We found a winner right here, the prize has an owner now! Thank you for watching, see you next week!”.

The cameras turned off and suddenly you were brought back to reality.

“You’re hilarious,Y/N,” an MC complimented as a member of the staff took the wires off you. “You should come over often”.

The guy bowed at you and the woman still standing by your side as the staff member left at the same time.

“Come by my waiting room when you’re free, alright?” The black haired woman said, with a hint of playfulness in her voice, probably due to the way you had reacted at her.

You were at a loss of words and could only nod. Was she inviting you to her waiting room? Just the two of you? What did that smile mean?

Not giving it much thought, you turned around to go back to your own waiting room right before catching your girlfriend’s eyes.

She was furious.

And you were in trouble.

#twice x reader #twice x f!reader #nayeon smut #nayeon x reader #nayeon x fem reader #nayeon x f!reader #soulkeeper801

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eywamygoddesswrites · 1 year

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Hello there,I hope you're having a good day! I'd like to say first that I love your works! Could I request a Kiri x F!Reader where one of reader's loved one passed away and she doesnt tell anyone until a few days later when she hasent eaten since and didnt sleep as well and just breaks down in front of kiri who just end up comforting them and giving her love? I recently lost my uncle and I miss him so much.

— 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮 — (kiri x fem!reader)

requested: yes

pairing: kiri x fem!omatikaya!reader

tags: comfort after losing a loved one

warnings: lowercase intended, loss, self-neglect, mention of y/n being thin because of lack of food intake

a/n: characters are aged up!

hello, mushroom! thank you so much for sending in a request. i'm very sorry for your loss and sending all my love to you and your family. losing a loved one is very hard and it will hurt for a while especially when you're close to that relative. i will admit, it hurts to lose them especially when we want to achieve something that you want them to witness.

the healing process will take a while, maybe months or even years, but i'm here to say that letting out your feelings is okay because it will lessen the hurt you will feel in the future. speaking from experience, whenever i think of my grandma, yes i tear up from time to time but as time passed, all i will remember are the happy memories i spent with her instead of her passing.

you're a strong person, okay? a person with human emotions. it's okay to let them out and to grieve for your loss. if people think otherwise, then they're wrong. all the strong people i know are comfortable with feelings. i may not know you personally, but i believe that you are a strong person.

i hope this fic gives you a sense of comfort and sending my condolence to you and your family. *sends virtual hug*

word count: 964

+ gif not mine. ctto.

for the longest time, y/n had been with her auntie for as long as she can remember. her parents were no longer present because of the sky people during one bad raid and her aunt, the sister of her mother took her in. her aunt was there in every big event of y/n’s life. from creating her songcord to bonding with an ikran. her aunt was her rock, her inspiration, her best friend, and her mother figure.

so when y/n’s aunt passed away after battling with an unknown illness, y/n didn’t know what to do. hell, she didn’t even know what to feel. can she even mourn in front of the others? does anyone even know that her aunt was missing these past few days? questions and uncertainties filled her mind as she held her aunt’s head to her chest, her body growing colder as time passed. when everyone was asleep, she quietly buried her aunt and collected their favorite flowers, and placed a woodsprite over the body. she placed her aunt’s songchord in her arms before burying the body. she added a small but visible marking over the grave then left to go back home, where she would feel the cold of the night as a home of two became a home of one.

y/n didn’t show up to any of the clan’s gatherings since that night. she had let go of her health as she became a husk of what she once was. the people grew worried when they noticed that y/n nor her aunt had been showing up the past couple of weeks. why were the two keeping to themselves? did something bad happen to them? did they leave the clan one night and never returned? are they on the run? the omatikaya clan could only assume what happened, except kiri. the oldest sully daughter couldn’t help but get a gut feeling that maybe it was something deeper.

knowing y/n all her life, kiri knows that she and her aunt wouldn’t just get up and leave out of the blue. maybe they were going through something, sure, but to leave the clan? she doesn’t think so.

kiri planned on sneaking out of their home to go visit y/n and her aunt when midnight comes. she thought of what to say and what to do before arriving at the front of their home. ‘everyone is worried for you two’, ‘some of us missed you’, ‘i missed you’. the last had her shaking her head ‘no’. what was she thinking?! this might be a serious matter and she’s putting her romantic feelings upfront. that can wait for now.

when she was finally in front of y/n and her aunt’s home, she peeked in the bedroom window, only to be met with y/n’s figure sprawled on the floor, her aunt nowhere in sight. panic filled her body as she immediately let herself into the house to check on the omatikaya in front of her.

kiri noticed that y/n had grown thin as her eyebags sunk deep as if she hadn’t been sleeping right and this was the only time she actually had any form of sleep, her breathing erratic as sweat fell down her forehead. ‘she’s having a nightmare’ kiri thought as she softly woke y/n. the girl shot up from her nightmare as panic began to seep into her body. she looked around looking for her aunt, only to be met by kiri.

tears began to fall down her face as she immediately clung onto kiri, sobbing heavily as she does her best to keep herself as close to kiri as she can as if the sully kid was going to disappear if y/n lets her go.

kiri could only hug the crying na’vi as she whispered sweet nothings, reassuring y/n that she was not going anywhere. the lass calmed down after a while, her body shaking from the lack of nutrition in her body and loss of sleep since the burial.

“what happened, ma paskalin? where have you been?” kiri asked as softly as she can as if her voice was louder, the girl in front of her would break. after a deep and shaky breath, y/n explained what had happened and why she had been gone.

the sully kid didn’t know how to react after knowing this information. she felt angry towards herself for not approaching y/n earlier and for not comforting her earlier, another was she felt sorrow that another member of the clan had passed away and joined eywa. she wiped y/n’s face with her thumbs before pulling her back into a hug, one hand holding y/n’s head and the other resting on her lower back. y/n’s arms were wrapped around kiri’s waist.

y/n was still shaking as weeks of neglect on her body caught up. kiri will have to help her get well and help her process her grief in a healthy way. now, y/n needed her more than anything else. confessing her feelings will have to wait until her love was in a better mindset.

for now, kiri will protect and comfort y/n as best as she can. she places a soft peck on top of y/n’s head as she sings to y/n softly. after weeks of sleep loss, y/n finally fell asleep in comfort. her breathing became normal as her grasp on kiri didn’t falter.

kiri laid down, y/n still in her arms and chest, as she rubbed y/n’s back. “you’re safe here with me.” she whispers to the sleeping na’vi as she herself falls asleep.

starting tomorrow, y/n won’t be alone as she thought she would be.

na'vi dictionary:

paskalin - sweet berry (term of endearment)

taglist: @nyotamalfoy

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Headcanon/Preference # 12

(Star Wars/Solo triplets)

Gifs NOT mine.

If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to (In order) - @empressdarkren - @moodyadamdriiver - @fanficsandmoregalore (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

•Kylo Ren•

- Kylo is a cruel yandere.

- Dose he kidnap you? Yes, absolutely.

- When would he kidnap you? As soon as he laid eyes on you. He grabbed you and tossed you into the trunk of his car, before you could even react or even scream.

- He will break you mentally, and physically until you love him.

- He will wear you down, telling you that no one could ever love you except for him.

- Kylo has accepted the fact that you will hate and fear him for a while.

- Will he violate you? Yes, it's all part of his process to break you.

- In doing so he will touch you, and bring you so many orgasms that eventually that euphoric pleasure, turns into a deep searing pain.

- Does he love you? In a dark and twisted way, yes Kylo loves you.

- Would he ever hurt you? Obviously he's going to hurt you, but if you push him to far, he will kill you.

- Can you escape him? Nope never.

- Does anyone know about you? Nope and no one ever will, you're Kylo's perfect little secret.

- Kylo has a special Darling room for you to stay in when you've been bad, or when he's away.

- Otherwise you sleep with him, even if he has to chain you to his bed.

- Is it possible to hurt him? Physically? No not at all. Emotionally? Also no.

- If you die? Kylo will morn you for a very long time, he'll be mad at you for leaving him, and blame you for being so weak.

- Their favorite way to spend time with you? He loves reading to you, forcing you to curl into his side, or rest your head on his lap. Or just laying in bed while he plays with your hair, again weather you're chained down or not.

- How do they like marking you? Cuts, burns, broken bones, are all options. Kylo's personal favorite is carving his name into your skin, which he has done quite a few times, all of which have left a bad scar forever etched into your skin.

- How long did it take to break you into submission? It only took Kylo 8 months to break you, the fastest of the three to do so.

- Do they want children with you? Yes, he wants a son, but he wouldn't be very upset if you gave him a daughter, he would probably put her up for adoption, and try again for a son. Continuously doing this until you finally give him a son.

- How long did it take for him to admit he loves you to your face? About 2 months, it was when you obediently thanked him, after he broke your fucking arm. (You feared what worse things he would do if you didn't say it.) And the confession just kinda spilled from his lips.

- Does he want to marry you? Kylo forces you into saying you're already married, making you wear a ring he bought you, that clearly cost a lot money, with a large stone of your preference.

- What would he do if someone found out about you? Not gonna happen, Kylo is far to careful at covering his tracks.

- Is he aware that what he's doing is wrong? Oh yeah he knows it's considered wrong, he just doesn't care whatsoever.

- Will he allow you to have any hobbies? Surprisingly yes, Kylo will allow you to have hobbies. But only hobbies he has approved of, doesn't matter to him if you actually like it or not. You get what you get.

- What happens if/when you get the courage to talk back? Pain is all you will know until Kylo has decided you've learned your lesson... This can last days or even weeks, so be careful with what you say, even if you aren't talking back.

- Will you ever be granted the freedom to go outside again? Only in the dead of night, after he's broken you, and he will not leave your side, no matter what you say.

- Are you a weakness of his? Yes, but Kylo is prepared to destroy his own weaknesses if necessary. No one would even have the chance to use you against him before he would deal with you himself. No matter how much it might hurt him. Because if he can't have you, no one can.

- How much do they know about you when they first kidnap you? Nothing, not even your name. All he knew was that you were stunning in his eyes, and he had to have you.

- Dose anyone come looking for you? Yeah, friends, family, investigators, you name it, the whole country was on the lookout for you. But no one ever found any leads, and eventually the case of your disappearance went cold.

- Does he have a shrine dedicated to you? Kylo has no need of a shrine when he can simply hold you in his arms whenever he wants. But his bedroom walls do eventually become covered in pictures of you, all of which would look like normal couple pictures, if it wasn't for the terrified look in your eyes. (or the noticeable injuries.)

- What would he do if he found you'd injured yourself? He's going to scold you like a child, probably even prod at the injury without a care about it hurting you. He'll eventually patch you up if necessary, but again he's rough and careless about it.

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•Ben Solo•

- Ben is a delusional yandere.

- Does he kidnap you? Of course, you are already his after all.

- When does he kidnap you? After he disposes of all of your friends and family. He can't have anyone come looking for you.

- He will manipulate you into falling in love with him.

- He will gaslight you into thinking you've always loved him, you were just to shy to admit it. (Which he truly believes.)

- Ben doesn't think it's possible you could ever hate or fear him, no matter what you say or do.

- Will he violate you? Absolutely, you're his to do with as he pleases.

- He's selfish in this situation, like so many others, he believes that as long as he gets off, so will you. So he doesn't even notice when it's only hurting you.

- Does he love you? He thinks so, but deep down I don't think it's actually love, just pure obsession.

- Will he ever hurt you? He doesn't even realize he's hurting you, Ben seriously thinks you're just being a brat.

- Can you escape him? You could, but not for long, and it wouldn't be an easy task.

- Does anyone know about you? His twins know of you, but they don't know you, or what Ben has done.

- Ben will lock you in a closet full of mirrors when you've been bad, and he'll yell obscenities about you through the door.

- If you're being a "brat", you sleep on the floor of his bedroom, if you're good you can sleep with him in his comfy bed.

- Is it possible to hurt him? Physically? Not really, he's got a high tolerance for pain. Emotionally? It depends on quite a few factors, so it's possible, but not easy.

- If you die? Ben will be in denial for a while, probably even keeping your body for a long time, in some sick hope that one day you'd just wake back up. (Doesn't seem to matter to him even if you've rotted to the very bone.)

- Their favorite way to spend time with you? He loves watching cheesy chick flicks with you, pretending he hates it, and often times acting like the people in those movies.

- How do they like marking you? Ben is a simple man, so hickeys are his go to. However he's also a gross man at times, and forcing you to have his cum dry upon your skin, then leaving it there until he allows you to clean it is another favorite of his.

- How long did it take to break you into submission? It took Ben an entire 2 years to break you, the longest of the three.

- Do they want children with you? No none whatsoever. He is greedy, and he cannot share, he wants his you all to himself. Will be pissed if you get pregnant anyways, even though it's entirely his fault in the first place.

- How long did it take for him to admit he loves you to your face? Christ he was admitting it while he was kidnapping you, praising you the entire time, and chanting "I love you." over and over again.

- Does he want to marry you? Nope, Ben doesn't think soulmates need some trivial title like marriage. And it's not like you're ever going to see anyone ever again anyways, so he doesn't need to mark what is his, with a ring he doesn't care for anyhow. (The hickeys and what not are for his own pleasure, a ring just wouldn't do it for him.)

- What would he do if someone found out about you? Depends as to who caught him, if it was one of his twins, he would act like he doesn't know what their talking about when they question him. If it was anyone else, Ben would kill them in a heartbeat.

- Is he aware that what he's doing is wrong? Nope not at all, he's delusional, he thinks this is all perfectly normal and acceptable.

- Will he allow you to have any hobbies? Yes and no? Ben will let you dabble with hobbies is more along the lines of what happens. Because he wants to do the hobby with you, but he gets bored of most of them pretty quickly.

- What happens if/when you get the courage to talk back? Punishment of rough unwanted sex, followed by locking you in the mirror closet completely naked and filthy, and a silent treatment will follow once he's let you out. (He thinks the last part would bother you, but it's honestly a small saving grace for your sanity.)

- Will you ever be granted the freedom to go outside again? Hahahaha nope never... Hope you don't mind being trapped inside a house for the rest of your life.

- Are you a weakness of his? Not nearly as much as one might think, but you are a small weakness to Ben that someone could use against him. Doubtful that would ever happen though.

- How much do they know about you when they first kidnap you? After dealing with everyone else, he knows a good bit about you, having snooped through all sorts of their things after dealing with them, and soaking up every bit of knowledge about you that he could find.

- Dose anyone come looking for you? No one is left to come looking for you, thanks to him, you literally vanished off the face of the earth as if you never existed in the first place.

- Does he have a shrine dedicated to you? Ben had a small shrine for a little while, mostly as a way of checking off all of those he needed to get rid of. But once he had you, he abandoned it. Like Kylo his bedroom becomes filled with pictures of you, unlike Kylo however, the pictures in his room are mostly obscene and inappropriate.

- What would he do if he found you'd injured yourself? He'll call you stupid and clumsy, even if you did it on purpose. He will make you tend to the injury yourself, because he has better things to do. But he'll secretly monitor you to make sure you actually patch yourself up. Yelling and berating you if you don't do it.

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•Matt Solo•

- Matt is a soft yandere.

- Does he kidnap you? Yes, but he was pretty apprehensive at first.

- When does he kidnap you? When you've made arrangements to move very far away. He just couldn't loose you.

- He will pamper you, and warship you, until you are suffering from Stockholm syndrome.

- He will manipulate you emotionally, making you feel sorry for him by crying until he's nearly hysterical, whenever you threaten to escape.

- Matt is terrified that you will hate or fear him, and he will try his best to fix that if/when it occurs.

- Will he violate you? A little. He's shy, and sweet despite kidnapping you.

- His violating is simply stealing kisses, and coping a feel every once in a while. He won't take it any further until you're ready for him.

- Does he love you? With his whole heart and soul, Matt warships the very ground you walk upon.

- Will he ever hurt you? No never! At least not intentionally. And if he did hurt you, he would do anything and everything to make up for it. (Except letting you go of course.)

- Can you escape him? Yes you could escape him, he's the only one you could escape and stay free from.

- Does anyone know about you? Everyone has heard about you, because Matt never stops gushing about you, but again no one knows you, or what Matts done.

- Matt like Kylo has a really nice Darling room for you, and he'll forbid you from going in there, or entertaining yourself with any of the things he got you when you've been bad.

- You sleep in your own bed in your Darling room, and a lot of times, Matt sneaks in at some point in the night, and curls up on the bed beside you, petting your hair.

- Is it possible to hurt him? Physically? Yes, but he's a lot tougher than you might think. Emotionally? Yes, and it's pretty easy to do, but he'll always forgive you.

- If you die? Matt would be heartbroken, he would never forgive himself, or get over you... He may actually die of a broken heart.

- Their favorite way to spend time with you? Baking! Matt is a terrible cook, but he's a master baker, and he loves baking with you. (Anything that could be used as a weapon is guarded by him at all times. Don't want you to hurt yourself after all.)

- How do they like marking you? Matt is far more subtle than his twins, and his preferred way of marking you is scent marking. So he nuzzles into you all the time, rubbing his face into your skin like a cat.

- How long did it take to break you into submission? It took Matt 11 months to break you, the most effective of the three to break you without violence.

- Do they want children with you? Yes! He wants a huge family with his you, so the more kids the better! Cries every single time he finds out you are pregnant.

- How long did it take for him to admit he loves you to your face? Woof it took him a whole 6 months to gather the courage to actually utter the words to your face.

- Does he want to marry you? Oh but of course! Matts the only one that will legitimately marry you, after he's broken you of course, and he's convinced you to love him and forget all the horrible things he's done.

- What would he do if someone found out about you? Panic first! Then use the advantage that he's considered the "runt" of the triplets, to convince whoever caught him, that it's not what it looks like, and to just forget about ever seeing anything out of the ordinary.

- Is he aware that what he's doing is wrong? Yes he is aware that this is bad, but he simply cannot lose you, so he will do whatever it takes, even if the guilt eats away at him sometimes.

- Will he allow you to have any hobbies? Duh! You can have anything you want! (Within reason!) As long as it's safe! No sharp objects, or chemicals that could be harmful to you! And Matt his going to stare at you while you mess with your hobby, all heart eyes and happy sighs from him the entire time. (You're just so incredible and talented!)

- What happens if/when you get the courage to talk back? He will cry and ask why you're being so cruel/ungrateful. He'll then take away a lot of your privileges, and lock you in the attic for few days, bringing you food and water each day with puffy red eyes. Reminding you that you should be more grateful for the things he has given you.

- Will you ever be granted the freedom to go outside again? After he's broken you of course, he would adore taking romantic walks with you in a park, feeding ducks or watching dogs chase after sticks.

- Are you a weakness of his? Completely, Matt would be destroyed if anything ever happened to you. So someone could definitely use you against him of they wanted.

- How much do they know about you when they first kidnap you? He knows everything, from your mother's maiden name, to the name of your first pet. He knows your favorite food, color, snacks foods, drinks, hell even the preferred fount you would use when writing documents on your laptop.

- Dose anyone come looking for you? Some people tried looking for you, your parents hired a PI, and he got somewhat close, but then the trail went cold, and that was that, you were just gone.

- Does he have a shrine dedicated to you? Matt has a huge shrine, and he still tends to it even after he has you. Like his twins he has a lot of pictures of you, except they scatter his whole house, and they are very innocent, despite how uncomfortable you look in a lot of them.

- What would he do if he found you'd injured yourself? He's on the brink of freaking out, and crying. But he'll coo and comfort you the best he can, even if it's just a tiny injury, like a paper cut. He'll then patch you up with a feather light touch, and kiss the badge softly once he's done.

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Throwback Thursday

Tagged by @thelordofgifs to self-rec a fic at least a week year old! It's wild to me that the first four Atandil installments have already passed the year mark?! Anyway, here's a snippet from Unfriends that has a description of ósanwë that I'm still quite proud of:

“It is like any natural process. Here,” he reached out and placed his hand against Balan’s cheek, “close your eyes and then set your hand over mine. Follow what happens within your mind as you do so.” Balan hesitated for a moment, then let his eyes fall shut and raised his hand to rest tentatively over the Elf’s. He needed no injunction to note what passed within his thoughts and consequently sat in fear that the other might feel the pulse pounding through his skin. “You did not need to look to place your hand. You knew where to meet my touch by instinct. By intuition, if you will. Now move your hand forward and follow my arm to my elbow.” He did as instructed and let his fingers trace along the forearm, feeling the firm line of the radius beneath the fabric; a thin cloth, softer than any his people knew to weave, hardly a breath between the other’s skin and his. He focused to keep his breathing steady while attempting at once to observe whatever process of the mind he was meant to study. “Good. You may open your eyes,” Finrod added with a smile and lowered his arm to rest once more across his lap. “The communication of thought is, in some sense, the same action. Your instinct directs you to the touch, your fëa—your spirit—knows to follow it as your fingers knew, sightless, how to mark the line of my arm without fumbling.” He pressed harder into the other’s thought than he would ordinarily. “Can you feel that touch? Or rather, do you see the image that I’ve set?” “Yes,” Balan replied as the branches of a tall pear tree reared up through his perception with a surprising urgency. “I see a tree in flower with a low, white wall stretching behind it. The wind is blowing through its leaves.” “That is placing your hand over mine. Now follow it back toward me, if you can.” “How?” “You have allowed me in already. And a door once opened, if there is willingness on each side, sets a path either may tread. Shift your focus and reach out with intent along that path. I will not bar the way.”

Read the rest on AO3

Tagging @that-angry-noldo, @sallysavestheday, @searchingforserendipity25, @welcomingdisaster, and anyone else who wants to join!

#tumblr games #fic rec #my fic #atandil #finrod #bëor #silmarillion fanfic

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Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

Never in a million years would you even think you would find someone who loved you, let alone love you for everything you were. Someone who loved all the things you hated about yourself. But Eddie Munson did. And sometimes you don't know why. How could someone as sweet and fun loving and sexy love the girl with rolls, hips, and stretch marks. But he loved those about you. Praising you constantly. You loved it but sometimes you would get stuck in your head.

You have been treated like shit by everyone including your family so when sweet, loveable Eddie came along it took time to accept his compliments and love. So when he told you he loved you the first time it was hard to accept. No one has told you they loved you, including your family so you didn't know what to do. So you ran.

He eventually found you down at lovers lake. You look at him "how can you love someone like me" you ask and he looks confused "what do you mean he asks. You sigh while wiping your tears. You could have any girl you wanted yet you chose me why"? He moves so you are facing him. "I know that all your life that you never had anyone show you love or had someone to tell you how beautiful you are, but Y/N you are" he says and you look away before he moves grabs your face to look at him.

"I love that you aren't like all the other girls. I never liked a girl purely on looks but sweetheart I love how beautiful you are. I love your eyes that look at me with no judgement and love. I love your breast that you feel are small for your body. I love the freckles that linger all over. I love your hips. I love your stomach. I know you hate the scars and stretch marks but fuck they make you who you are. I love you thighs especially when I'm in between them. I love the sounds that leave that fucking mouth of yours." After he finishes speaking you pull him in for a kiss "I love you Eddie" "really" he asks and you nod.

He smiles "what do you love about me" he asks now it's your turn to express your feelings. "I love that you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I love that you have no judgement. I love those brown eyes that look at me like I'm beautiful. I love your curly hair and how you let me play with it. I love that you play D&D and are the dungeon master. I love that you reread the Hobbit all the time. I love your mouth and how you always speak to me like no one else has. I love your lips when they linger on my body. I love the way your hand fits just right into mine. I love how affectionate and cuddly you are, that shows me how you really don't judge my looks. I love that you have always saw me for me and not what everyone else wants me to be. I love that you play guitar. But mostly I love that want me for me, you don't want me to change" you finish and he has the biggest smile.

He stands and pulls you up. Your arms wrap around his neck, his around your waist. You look him in the eyes and suddenly he gets nervous. "You ok" you ask and he nods. I was going to do this differently but I want to do this now" "do what" you ask and you watch him fall to one knee. A hand flies to your mouth tears fall down your face. He takes a breath and says "I wanna be your forever So baby will you be my wife now that we know a little better We could have a real nice life

'Cause I'm what you wanted and you're what I need. We're gonna be the greatest love story. So please yes to me" he takes off the ring on his right hand and you nod.

He places it on your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. You kiss for what seems like forever "I love you so to be Y/N Munson" you smile "I love you Eddie Munson". You stay in each other's arms for what could only seem like forever. But you now know that he loves you just as much as you love him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie x you #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn

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marzipanandminutiae · 2 years

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*I* want to hear everything you know about the Chocolate Cream Killer!

Many many people asked, so here we go!

Q: How do you get a man to leave his wife for you?

A: Mass poisoning, apparently.

At least, that's the answer if you're Christiana Edmunds.

Born in 1828 in Kent, England, she was highly educated and had apparently been diagnosed with "hysteria" in her early 20s. Given that this diagnosis was frequently a catchall term for "Woman Behaving In Unexpected Way," it's uncertain whether she suffered from an actual mental illness. But her behavior in her 40s, when she was living with her widowed mother in Brighton, would suggest that she may have been.

Around this time she became close to a married doctor, Charles Beard. Their exact relationship has never been worked out, but she tried to kill his wife in 1870 by giving her a poisoned chocolate truffle.

You know.

As one does.

It didn't work and, incredibly, despite strong suspicions that she was the culprit behind his wife's illness, Dr. Beard did absolutely nothing about this.

So she decided to poison. Um. Everybody.

Essentially, she bought boxes of fancy chocolates from some poor local confectioner, injected strychnine into them at home, and then returned them. Apparently returning fully opened packages of food was just Okay in 1871- one really begins to see how modern regulations on these things came about. The chocolates would then be put out for sale again, because I guess nobody saw anything wrong with that either as long as there were no visible bite marks. #capitalism or something

she hired local boys to buy the poison for her after the first few times, in an attempt to allay the suspicion that would doubtless arise if she were seen buying vast quantities of strychnine

(apparently the possibility that they would compare notes and be like "that Miss Edmunds keeps asking me to buy her poison for stray cats 'round her house [yes that was her actual excuse]. she asked you, too? seems a mite rum to me!" did not occur to her. I never said this was a smart Take Out Lover's Wife scheme)

meanwhile, large numbers of randos were getting sick all over Brighton, mostly visitors as it's a seaside resort town. nobody connected these illnesses to the chocolates until- and this part is not funny -4-year-old Sidney Barker, vacationing there with his parents, died from the poison.

that was the only death, and again, it's. not funny. a little boy died because this woman (maybe not fully rational, probably not intending anyone but her target to die, but still) wanted her crush/possible lover's wife out of the way and didn't care about the collateral damage. I will go back to the Ha Ha Funney Weird Inept Mass Poisoning tone in a moment, but...I don't know. take a moment of seriousness for this poor child

everyone good? okay. let's move on.

realizing that putting out poisoned chocolates into the world willy-nilly and hoping Mrs. Beard would buy some wasn't working, Edmunds escalated to just sending boxes of strychnine sweets directly to people- including her intended victim. I assume the rest were mere decoys to throw investigators off the scent, since she sent some to herself to allay suspicion. and pin the crime on the poor confectioner, to boot

but this time, Dr. Beard decided to get off his ass and actually Tell Someone that his possible ex-mistress had a murderous streak. thanks, Charlie. thanks for divulging that little fact

Edmunds was arrested, tried, and convicted of murder and attempted murder. though initially sentenced to hang, she was granted a reprieve due to apparent mental instability and lived out her days in the Broadmoor Criminal Lunatic Asylum [their wording, not mine]. she died in 1907

so that concludes our brief foray into True Crime, folks. remember, inspect your kids' Halloween chocolates! Someone might have [checks notes]:

bought a bag of Fun-Sized Snickers

opened the packaging

injected poison into the candy

returned them fully opened

counted upon them being placed back out for sale on the off chance that this person's crush's spouse might eat some

(dear sensational news outlets- THAT IS SARCASM)

#ask #marypsue #history #true crime #poisoning #christiana edmunds #the chocolate cream killer #victorian #child death mention #long post

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Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 27

The next morning I wake up to see Mark looking down at me as I am snuggled into his chest. He smiles as I expand my body, stretching as I let out a small yawn.

“What?” I ask him

“I love you” he says and I cover my face with my hands

“Mark, it’s too early to be so chummy” I say, making him laugh.

“I love you all hours of the day though” he says, making me laugh as I pull my hands away from my face.

I lay my chin on his chest and stare up at him and I smile.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Mrs. Estapa” I say, making him grin wide. I lean forward and press my lips onto his

“I love the sound of that” he says into the kiss as we begin making out.

We don’t make out for too long as I pull away making him groan. I make my way over and get dressed then throw some of Mark’s sweatpants over to him, “Let’s go get breakfast”

“Sure” he says getting ready

We made our way to the diner and sat on the same side of the booth. I lean my head on his shoulder as we share the menu skimming through. I smile at my hand looking at the cheap piece of metal wrapped around my ring finger.

“Mark” I say and he puts the menu down as he hums looking down at me, “Do you really want to marry me? Are we getting married?”.

I watch his smile grow even wider on his face making mine grow wider as well, “Yes” he says pressing his lips onto mine for a quick peck.

“We can’t tell anyone though”

“Because of E-”

“No, because we are young. What would our parents say?” I interrupted him, “Please Mark, I thought we let go of this Ethan crap”

“We did, but you kissed him”

“And I’m marrying you”

It was silent until the waitress came to the table and took our orders. Mark grabs my hand as we order, reassuring me. When she leaves I look at him, “Mark, I’ll tell Ethan if you want”. Mark rolls his eyes and lets go of my hand.

“If I want?”

“Yeah, because I don’t want to tell anyone”

“We need a witness to get married Y/n”

“And you wanted it to be Ethan”

“I’m not fighting with you here” he says, sliding over from me slightly, making me roll my eyes.

The waitress comes over and puts our food on the table, “Could we actually get this to-go?” I ask her and she smiles and nods, taking the food from the table. She told us she could meet us at the cash with the bill and the to-go boxes. “Let’s go” I say standing from the booth and Mark follows me to the cash register before we leave.

The walk back home was fairly quiet between us, but when we got home Mark was the first to speak, “please” is all he says

“Please what?”

“I don’t even know what we are fighting about”

“Ethan, always Ethan, Mark” I say, “I don’t know what else to say to you to reassure you that he isn’t a part of US. I love you Mark "I say walking up and kissing him, “I love you, I love you, I love you” I say kissing his lips.

I pull away and look at him and we smile at each other, “Marry me, Mark”

“I am”

“No, today” I tell him

“Baby” he says cupping both cheeks in his hands, “we have our whole life”

“I want to make my commitment to you permanent now” I say and he bends down and kisses our lips.

“I haven’t even gotten you a ring you could be proud to wear yet” he says

“I already have a man I’m proud to wear” I say, making him giggle and his phone buzzes ruining the moment.

He looks down at his phone before looking back up at me, ��there is a party at my place tonight I guess”

“Can’t wait! It’s been a long time since I could feel safe at a party!” I say as we make our way into my bed to cuddle.

Later that night Mark left a little before the girls and I started pre-gaming. Well all of us except for Nicole. This year she has been distant from all of us and none of us knew why. We sat on our back deck drinking coolers until Khloe came out with tequila.

“Woo! Let’s get this party started!” Savannah says as Khloe puts the bottle of tequila on the table.

“None for me” Cassidy says making us all laugh

“More for us!” Khloe says putting red solo shot cups on the table is filling enough so we each get three shots.

“I’ll be right back” I say after we run out of tequila.

I ran up to my room and grabbed the bottle of vodka I had then took a mental note that I need more booze for my inventory, then headed back down to the girls.

We began drinking like the good old days getting tipsier and tipsier leading up to secret time.

“Y/n, Ethan or Mark? Seriously” Savannah asks

“So..” I start looking down at my finger, “I told Mark not to say anything so I kinda feel bad telling you guys but, Mark is no longer my boyfriend”

All the girls gasped, “You guys broke up?!” Khloe says

“No!” Savannah says sadly

“No, he is actually my fiance”

“Are you crazy?!” Cassidy says annoyed

“Yes” I laugh before tilting the bottle back against my lips.

We continued drinking for a little bit longer until we all walk down to Mark’s and the rest of the Juniors house as we sang songs dancing around the dusk sky. We entered the house and I made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed a cooler in the bottom shelf of the fridge.

I found Mark as soon as I left the kitchen and made my way over to him quickly, jumping into his arms, pressing my lips hard onto his as he spins around once. When we pull away I don’t even notice Ethan standing right there awkwardly watching as I say, “hey fiance!” to Mark loudly.

“Uh- babe” Mark says to me putting me back down on my feet then looking over in Ethan’s direction, I follow his eyes and finally meet Ethan’s

“Fiance?” Frank who is standing beside Ethan questions.

“Mark asked me to marry him last night”

“Nice” Ethan says leaving the group.

Later on, I go back over and stand with the girls as Mark stays with some of the guys from the team. Nicole finally made her appearance as we all were becoming drunker and drunker, especially me.

As we all chat, I am distracted from the conversation watching Ethan make his way up the stairs by himself. I leave the group and follow him. He walks into his room and shuts the door but I open it soon after. When I slip inside he is looking at me already but he doesn’t say anything, he just sinks down on his bed.

“Ethan” I say making my way over to where he sits on the bed, I stand looking down at him but he doesn’t answer. I wait a few more awkward minutes before leaving.

“Are you doing this out of spite? What did I do to you that makes you want to break my heart over and over again?” He says and I look back over at him as I stand in the doorway, he is extremely drunk, “I know you love me”

“Ethan, it doesn’t matter if we love each other or not. We can’t be together” I say and Ethan stands and makes his way over to me and then leans his forehead against mine.

“Why?” he says, “Tell me you love Mark more than you love me” he continues as he brings his lips in towards mine, I want to kiss him so bad but,

“I’m marrying Mark” I say, pushing off Ethan and walking away.

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa smut #mark estapa imagine #ethan edwards #ethan edwards imagine #ethan edwards smut #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards blurb #umich hockey smut #umich blurbs #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey

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junipers-hellspace · 7 months

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I Need Help .

Hi Tumblr. I feel pathetic for reaching out here but I have no where else to go. My name is June. I'm a 15 year old mentally unwell teen girl who is in an abusive relationship and I need help getting out of it.

My girlfriend and I have only been together for a few months. We've known each other for a little over a year now. We are both mentally ill and we both have shitty home lives. I'm recovering from a self harm addiction and anorexia. I've stayed with my girlfriend for as long as I have with hope that she would get better but she hasn't - she is actively getting worse and harming me and every one around her. I'm telling you all this so you have a backstory.

Anytime I do something that upsets my girlfriend, she threatens suicide. She will say she wants to/is going to overdose or simply kill herself and keep me up for hours trying to talk her down and then stop responding. In the morning she tells me she stopped responding because she fell asleep and didn't warn me. Every night she does this I have horrible panic attacks because when she stops responding I'm left to think she went through with it and killed herself. She does this every time I have to talk her down, which is at least once a week - normally more. This is extremely detrimental to my mental health. The thought that my girlfriend killed herself and I couldn't convince her not to is horrible, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

She's also extremely obsessive and possessive. At first, I didn't see this as a problem because I am also that way. I was also extremely obsessive towards her and toxic in that way. I admit I was wrong for that and I was toxic. But she took it further than I ever have or ever would. I recently got back in contact with an ex of mine because he reached out to me. I never intended to replace my girlfriend with him or even get back into a relationship with him. When I told her I was talking to him again she said I was going to replace her and started talking about wanting to kill herself because of this. She got into a verbal, screaming fight with her father because he wouldn't let her come to my house. She told me she planned on physically fighting him that night if he didn't let her come over and that she would stab him. She has put me above her friends and has started ignoring her friends and getting mad at them for trying to be with her and not letting her be with me every moment she can. She has damaged her relationship with her father, her mother, and her friends because of me.

She talks about wanting to kill or injure people a lot, to the point where it's not just intrusive thoughts, it's something she wants to do and as she has stated, is willing to do. She has talked about being a sadist and wanting to hurt/hit me before. And she does. She does hurt me. She bites me to the point of leaving deep marks that last days, she twists my wrists and arms until they almost break, and she never stops. I've cried and begged her to stop hurting me before and she smiled at me and didn't stop. She has a history with hitting people and being physically abusive towards her friends and family. She has told me this herself. When she gets upset, she hits things. I don't want to be one of those things.

As I stated earlier, I'm in recovery for a self harm addiction and for anorexia. My girlfriend says she supports me and will help me recover, but she doesn't. When we hug she feels the need to tell me she can still feel my rib bones so I haven't gained as much weight as I think I have - but the thing is, with recovery, the way your body looks and how much you weigh doesn't matter. You are supposed to heal your relationship with food and yes of course get to a healthy weight. I don't know if she knows how triggering what she says is because she says it a lot. She always mentions how I am still bony and it's triggering She also encouraged me to relapse and cut myself again just so I could make her a vial of my blood. She wanted me to cut myself and ruin my progress and mental health and risk getting sent back to a psych ward just so she can have a vial of my blood.

I'm scared to break up with her because if I do I know she will try to kill herself. And if she succeeds, her blood will be on my hands. I will be the one who caused it. And if she doesn't succeed, I'm scared she will come to my house and hurt me. I'm scared she will hit me or kill me. I don't know what to do. I can't tell her parents and I can't tell my own because that would be unsafe and I would be put in more danger.

That's why I'm coming here. I need help. Any help. I need advice. What do I do. If you get this on your feed and you read this far, please reblog. It could save my life. Thank you

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