#I wonder if she’ll tell him or keep it a secret to the end

[legend-of-cupcake]

Me reading chapter 110 and realising Nene never told Hanako she will die when the yorishiro’s are all destroyed:

#tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk memes #ik hanako currently is trying to stop tsukasa #but only because he’s afraid to lose his brother #if he’s convinced to go on anyway or tsukasa overcomes him… #hanako will have no idea it will cost nene her life #man the next few chapters are going to be INTENSE #I wonder if she’ll tell him or keep it a secret to the end

[kingkatsuki]

What I’m thinkin’ about today: Mitsuki being wayyyyy too involved in y’all’s sex life (or trying to be, anyway). She’s waited a long ass time for Katsuki to find you, and she wants grandkids like nobody’s business!

I’m thinking like, getting you gift cards to Victoria’s Secret so you can get lingerie, suggesting different positions (that supposedly increase the chances of conception…). Suggesting foods to eat (that supposedly make you more fertile, but she’ll talk up their other nutritional points of course). Heaven forbid you act even a little sick/off around her, you can see that glint in her eye. Sure, she’ll go get you some medicine from the store! Along with several pregnancy tests. Get well soon!

She doesn’t mean any of this maliciously by any means…she’s just…Mitsuki. And she’s overexcited. Drives Katsuki up the fucking wall

Warnings: 18+, lingerie and Mitsuki way too interested in your sex life.

You should’ve known the first time that you met Mitsuki that this would happen, bringing you into a warm hug as she welcomed you into the family. Immediately breaking off into a speech about how excited she was to have grandchildren and that Bakugou was lucky to have you, that she thought he’d never settle down and find someone to put up with him. Slapping his chest and telling him not to fuck it up as he grumbled about having absolutely no intention on doing so. This was six months into your relationship.

Because of that, Bakugou tried his best to keep you apart as much as possible. Although neither of you were immune to the texts and calls bluntly asking whether you’d fornicated today, her eyes lighting up with glee whenever Bakugou would tell her that you’re not feeling well. Disappointed to find out that it was just the common cold and not morning sickness making her dreams come true.

You’d admit the designs she’d created with Masaru for children’s clothes were adorable, and once you and Bakugou were ready to conceive you’d have a wardrobe stocked full of gorgeous clothes for your newborn. But until then, the conversations were becoming a little indecent.

Christmas Day this year was no different, luring you into a false sense of security with only one question about pregnancy the entire festive day. Sitting down in the living room to exchange presents after Christmas dinner you gave Mitsuki a warm smile as she handed you her gift.

It was definitely not what you’d been expecting, lifting up the lacy forest green lingerie out of the black tissue paper that it was hiding in. Noticing the tag from a high end lingerie brand, wondering whether it was the bottom or the top you were holding between your fingers as you felt Bakugou stiffen beside you too.

“That’s Katsuki’s favourite colour.”

You’d think most daughter-in-laws would be mortified to be gifted something like this from their mother-in-law, especially with your boyfriend and father-in-law in the same room. But you almost shook your head at the hilarity of it, wondering how she’d managed to order your exact size too. Poor Masaru looked apologetic as he gave you a nervous smile from his position beside his wife, obviously wading in the calm before the storm.

“Why the fuck would you get that for her, woman?” Bakugou growls, snatching the lace that would probably be considered string out of your hands to shove it back into the box with pink cheeks. How was that even supposed to fit your—

“You’ll like it, you ungrateful brat. I’m doing this for you—” She sneered back, already feeling the tension in the room rising as Masaru tried to invite you for some warm eggnog.

Your mother-in-law had been ecstatic the moment that Bakugou had brought you home for the first time, with her son reaching his thirties she’d seemingly begun to give up hope that he’d bring home anyone.

“I’m surprised he could find anyone to put up with him, especially someone as pretty as you!” Mitsuki would repeat constantly, Bakugou grunting in the background as she looked at you with pure fondness, “I always wanted a daughter.”

But it wasn’t long before the true motives were revealed, the years of arduous waiting for Mitsuki. Telling you that she wanted to be a young Grandmother, a cool Grandma (something that would make Bakugou scoff as she hit him upside the head like clockwork), and she didn’t even mind how many.

And you’d admit it was a little peculiar, receiving links to Cosmopolitan talking about the best sex positions for successfully getting pregnant, or articles about food to eat to help with fertility. The first time you showed Bakugou it had resulted in a thirty minute screaming match on the phone with his mother where he threatened to have Grandkids just so he could make sure she’d never see them, but you knew that was a bluff.

“I fuckin’ knew there was a reason you were plying her with pomegranate juice like some creep, you old hag.”

It’s not that you didn’t want to have kids with Bakugou, you’d both discussed it a lot. And the allusion to him filling you up to make you round and plump carrying his child was included with some of the filth that would spew from his mouth whenever he’d press your legs up to your chest as he plowed into you at night. But you were both just waiting for the right time.

But unfortunately for you, Mitsuki thought that time was now.

“Midoriya’s son is almost two,” She lamented, “Inko just sent me pictures of his first swimming lesson.”

But the final straw was when Bakugou found the ovulation app on his mothers phone, finally explaining the weeks of phone calls asking about whether you’d had some alone time together yet. All the dots slowly adding together—

It felt a shame to waste the pretty lingerie though, the intrigue of how the straps would fit against your curves had you pondering as you got home that evening with your boyfriend. Slipping away into the bathroom to try it on as the silk hugged your curves, wide eyes looking at your reflection in the mirror as the thin piece of string that was supposedly the crotch dug into your mound, sitting between your labia as it involuntarily spread you apart. How would anyone find this comfortable?

“Are you comin’ to bed?” Bakugou stepped into the en suite without knocking, his tired eyes immediately widening at the sight of you, “Dad just text to apologise for— Shit.”

“It’s a bit much, isn’t it?” You turned to face him, your hands squeezing your tits as you tried to get the sheer lace to sit right, “You can see my nipples through it-”

You didn’t get a second to finish as Bakugou had your ass pressed against the bathroom counter, warm palms curving beneath your thighs to sit you on top of it as he bullied his way between your legs. Wrestling with his belt as he tugged his pants down just enough to free his aching cock, the rage inside him for his mother buying you such a lewd present all but forgotten the moment he witnessed the soft fabric against your skin.

“Katsuki, fuck—“ You gasped, feeling him tug the string to the side just enough for him to sink inside your warm, wet cunt.

If you both hadn’t been so distracted you would’ve noticed the two pregnancy tests sitting at the bottom of the lingerie box, everything about your gift planned to the t.

And for Mitsuki’s luck, Christmas Day fell on your ovulation schedule perfectly.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut

[pixiecaps]

qslime lore recap (the ending bit of his 08/12/23 stream)

so slime was in his basement.. turned around and saw that chest. it was was not there previously when he entered the basement. then the lights in the room began to all turn off. inside the chest there was an unnamed book….. so as the book says he follows the light. he ends up outside. this light led down his mine which had an area covered up (which is usually not) after breaking through the stone…

he finds a railroad and a train.. none of which is built by him. he rides the train down passing a mesmerizing view of a glow berry lush cave! what a beautiful moment that won’t be ruined! surely!

after reaching the end of the track he sees this small cottage. inside theres a cake and a chest. the chest had this book inside (as well as 3 dirt & 4 toast) and as charlie turns the corner he sees something.

its. juanaflippa. she appears to be cracked. interesting. now immediately this cracked juanaflippa begins telling qslime how much she loves and misses him.

so important to note the signs seem to not be written normally and very similar to the code entity’s attempt of speaking but simply more evolved. hm. the cracked flippa then says to keep her reappearance a secret. qslime agrees.

then the cracked flippa places the final sign telling qslime that she’ll see him soon and she promptly runs off leaving a severely distressed qslime. as he finally got what appears to be his daughter back and she is immediately leaving. wonderful!

now the next 5 minutes that follow is only qslimes reaction to this version of flippa leaving and words cannot describe how heart wrenching it is so if you’re reading this liveblog to catch up on what happened i really recommend watching the last 5 minutes of charlie’s vod to get an idea of what state his character is currently in. as i think we’re in for a long long disastrous and emotionally charged journey. i also don’t think a silly tumblr post can do that level of voice acting and talent justice.

#qsmp #slimecicle

[bachissidehoe]

it's only just begun - isagi y.

chapter 1 of 7 of the blue lock band series. chapter 2. chapter 3. chapter 4. chapter 5. chapter 6. chapter 7.

synopsis: y/n was the number one fan of the underground alternative rock band known as "Blue Lock", who after earning a well-deserved following through a viral single, left her wondering if they'd even remember her if they saw her- if he'd remember her. and why would he? y/n's no longer the only Blue Lock fan to have an unrequited crush on their lead singer.

warnings: smut; fingering; penetration; overstimulation; degradation; unprotected sex; dominant isagi; fem reader; minors DNI

disclaimer: all songs referenced are credited to THE DEEP END

note: my first fic on tumblr! pls show some love and i'll be posting more content here from now on :)

w.c. 4.3k

And just like that, Blue Lock was no longer her secret little band that she felt like she had all to herself. It was fun while it lasted, but when their single “It’s Only Just Begun” took off almost a year ago, y/n slowly fizzled out of Isagi Yoichi’s life into the category of just another fan of his. 

She can’t help but feel a little upset at times, she really enjoyed talking to Blue Lock’s front man nearly every day. It felt like she was part of it. She remembers when they were writing their hit song and Isagi would run some lyrics by her- after all- it only makes sense that Isagi would take his #1 fan’s professional opinion into consideration. 

As for the other band members- it’s likely they knew of her. They followed her on Twitter and occasionally replied to some of her comments. But it was nothing like her closeness with the lead singer. 

Regardless, she still follows every single one of them on all social media and keeps up with their new releases. She even follows their manager and their stage director. And she’s proud of them, too. They’re a good band, they deserve this. They’ve always deserved to become as famous as they are now. So when their tour dates were released, y/n was the first in the queue, purchasing a single ticket.

And now she stands among the large crowd, the large crowd they deserve, listening to the beautiful sound of Isagi Yoichi’s voice followed by cheers and screams from his thousands of adoring fans. She can’t even bring herself to sing along, not even with the harmonies of the other band members, she doesn’t want to drown out any of his hypnotic, captivating voice. The way his mouth moves against the microphone, his vocal fry when he hits a high note, how he tosses his hair to the side to shake the sweat away, his smiles to the crowd- she wonders if he remembers her. 

Alright, fine. Maybe y/n had a crush on Isagi Yoichi: the lead singer of Blue Lock, the man of many talents who not only sings like an angel, but plays guitar, keys, and even the saxophone. Maybe y/n still does have a crush on Isagi Yoichi. 

She probably wouldn’t be waiting with a crowd of much younger teenage girls by the backstage exit in hopes she’d get to catch a glimpse of him on the way out of the venue if she didn’t have just a slight crush. She probably wouldn’t be telling herself “I’ll wait all night if I have to” if she didn’t have just a little crush on-

“Excuse me?” 

Y/n turns around, catching the eyes of a woman about her age, dressed in the venue’s work uniform. She points to herself, mouthing “me?” to the woman. 

The woman nods.

“Yes, what’s up?” She asks, stepping away from the crowd so she can hear her. 

“I just have a quick question, do you mind stepping off to the side?” The woman asks politely, professionally. She works here, obviously, so maybe it’s important. Maybe they found something of hers she dropped somewhere.

Y/n shrugs, looking back at the crowd for a moment. She’ll surely lose her spot, maybe even lose her chance to catch the eyes of Isagi Yoichi on his way back to his hotel. But it’s probably dumb anyway. She seems to think seeing him will make him want to talk to her again, maybe even fall in love with her, maybe even-

“Sure.” She says, ditching her childish chances to date the band member of her dreams. 

“I’m sorry to pull you away.” The woman says. “I just didn’t want to say anything too loud over there.”

“What do you mean?” Y/n tilts her head to the side. 

“Are you l/n y/n?” 

“Yes.” 

“Great! I was told to look for the girl dressed in the blue skater skirt and fishnets, but there’s quite a few of those around.” She chuckles. 

“What is this about?” Y/n asks again. 

“Oh, my bad. One of the band members said he knows you. So he was hoping you’d wanna come back and say hi.” 

Y/n’s heart flip flops in her stomach, and she instinctively squeezes her legs together to prevent the inevitable moment where said heart drops out of her body entirely. He remembers her- or at least one of them does. Enough to notice her in the crowd and ask to see her. She could scream. She wants to run back over to those teenage girls and tell them they lost. 

“Are you fucking with me?” Y/n asks, a look of shock plastered across her face. 

The woman laughs. “No, no. I’m serious.”

“I- I-” She stutters, trying to collect herself. It shouldn’t be like this. They’re just old friends, she doesn’t need to act like a deer caught in the headlights. She takes a breath. “I’d love to say hi.” 

Suddenly she’s being snuck around to the back of the venue, through a door, and down a long hallway. She considers the possibility of this being a joke and her being robbed and murdered, but she’d honestly rather that than miss the chance to see Isagi Yoichi. 

“You found her!” An ever familiar voice, a gorgeous one. It reaches her ears and penetrates the deepest reserves of her brain that she’s set aside for content relating specifically to him. 

And he’s there, sitting on a plush beanbag clutching his guitar, his hair sweaty and stuck to his forehead. 

“Isagi.” Y/n breathes out, smiling, her heart racing. It feels like it’s going a mile a minute. It didn’t actually fall out of her chest before, but it very well might now.

And Isagi, he’s beaming. He’s cheerful as ever, likely hyped from the amazing show they just put on. 

“Y/n!” His expression changes to a light, playful smirk. “Thought I told you to call me Yoichi.” 

“I- um-” She stutters, wishing she’d just be able to play it cool. “You’re right. I guess it’s been a while.” She scratches behind her head, becoming increasingly aware of the many eyes on her standing at the door of their backstage common area. 

“I missed you!” He stands up, leaving his guitar strewn on his beanbag chair as he walks over to her, wrapping his comforting arms around her shaky body. 

He missed her.

“I- missed you- too.” She manages. “You’re amazing.” 

“Oh stop.” He shrugs off her compliment with a kind smile. “Guys, remember y/n? She was one of our OG’s.” He turns toward his band mates, one of his arms lazily strung over y/n’s shoulders. It might actually send her into a psychotic spiral. 

“How could I forget the one who helped us decide on “always be the anchor in the back of my mind” for that verse?” The gorgeous lead guitarist flashes her a flirty smile. 

And y/n’s attention is suddenly directed toward someone besides the lead singer- the other six people in the room besides a few workers- the members of Blue Lock, the up and coming alternative rock band. 

Isagi Yoichi: Lead singer, keys & guitar Chigiri Hyoma: Lead guitar, vocals Nagi Seishiro: Backup guitar, vocals Itoshi Rin: Bass guitar, vocals Itoshi Sae: Drums Mikage Reo: Band manager Bachira Meguru: Stage director

“Chigiri, yeah. I did help out with that one, huh.” She giggles. “Great to see you again, and um, great to meet you.” She directs her attention to the manager and stage director, who were relatively recently brought into the scene. By the time Mikage and Bachira were hired, the band had already gotten fairly famous, and y/n had already basically lost touch with the original five members. 

“It’s an absolute pleasure.” Bachira smiles.

“Great to meet you, Blue Lock’s number one OG fan.” Mikage greets her. 

Of course, in obsessively keeping up with Blue Lock’s endeavors even after Isagi stopped talking to her personally, she’s well aware of the story behind Bachira and Mikage’s addition. Bachira is Isagi’s high school best friend, and Mikage is Nagi’s high school best friend. When she found out the two of them were brought on, she honestly was a little jealous. But they’re just as gorgeous as the band members, and meeting them in person is sending her body into overdrive. Plus, with Isagi’s arm still over her shoulders, she may as well be dripping down her leg. 

“C’mere, we have so much to catch up on.” Isagi leads y/n over to the couch, sitting her next to Nagi as he sits back in the beanbag chair across from her. 

“Are you catching up on the bus ride? Because we’re leaving for the hotel.” The unbothered drummer speaks up. “Or you can stay here and fuck her on the couch for all I care.” 

Y/n can almost feel her skin melting off at Itoshi Sae’s comment. 

“Hah! Well we’re not playing here again, so who cares?” Chigiri chimes in with a laugh, slapping the older Itoshi’s back. 

“May as well go back to her place.” Nagi shifts his body slightly, bringing his left thigh flush against y/n’s on the couch. It looks like he’s hardly noticed, but y/n definitely has. It makes her want to press harder into him, maybe even lay on top of him- the irresistible snowy-haired fan favorite. “I’ll come too.” 

“No you won’t.” Isagi playfully rolls his eyes. “And nobody’s going back to anyone’s place! I just wanted to say hi and talk to her!” 

“Unfortunately, Isagi, Sae’s right and we do have to be heading out.” The manager chimes in, holding his phone to his ear as he talks to who y/n can only assume is the tour bus driver. 

“Gonna have to talk to your lukewarm girlfriend another time.” The younger Itoshi slings his bass over his shoulders. 

Itoshi Rin was definitely insulting y/n just now, but she still feels an electric pulse rocket through her body when his emerald eyes meet hers. He could insult her any time. Plus, he called her Isagi’s girlfriend. 

“That’s all good, um, I’m glad I got to say hi-”

“No! Sae’s right, just come back to the hotel and hang for a bit.” Isagi suggests. “I feel bad, I haven’t talked to you in forever, I missed ya.” 

Y/n feels like she could combust, knowing that everyone else in the room is considering Isagi’s potential ulterior motives. She only wishes that were the case. She could only dream of him wanting her in that way. Even in all their time talking, he never made a move on her. They only met in person a single time and he was nothing besides friendly, so it never made sense for her to be forward with him about her little crush. 

“On- on your bus? To- the hotel?” She gulps. 

“Unless you have something to do. Don’t worry, none of the fans or paps will see you or anything if that’s what you’re worried about. Reo will handle all that.” 

Right. They probably do this all the time with girls. Obviously they’d have a protocol when bringing a girl back to their hotel. Even so, that’s not what she’s worried about at all. 

“I don’t have anything to do! I’ll come with you!” 

“Y/n, do you have a car here?” Mikage asks, already thinking ahead with making arrangements.

“No, um, I took the train-”

“Great!” He turns around, typing feverishly into his phone. 

“When you’re done with her, send her over to me.” Chigiri winks. He was always the shamelessly flirtatious type, frequently jumping into frame when Isagi was facetiming her just to make a quick flirty comment. 

“No way dude.” Isagi jokes. 

And with that, she finds herself shuffled away and snuck onto the tour bus, snuck off the tour bus, and snuck into Isagi Yoichi’s hotel room. 

“I wanted to say I’m sorry, you know, for like stopping talking to you.” Isagi walks around the room, a singular white towel around his shoulders, his hair still wet from the shower he must have taken while waiting for y/n to be gracefully snuck inside. 

“Oh, um, I-” Y/n struggles to focus, given that Isagi Yoichi is standing shirtless in a pair of gray sweatpants in her direct line of vision. And his body is fucking incredible. “It’s fine, um, I dunno, you got popular, uh-”

“Yeah I got popular, but it all went right to my head. I cut out so many people and I’m just glad you’re not upset with me. I know I’m touring now and stuff but I felt like seeing you at the concert was a good opportunity to apologize-” He trails off, noticing y/n’s dazed expression as she looks at him. 

“T’s all good.” She says, sounding like she’s from another world. 

“Uh, you okay?” He chuckles nervously. “You tired? Sorry for bringing you here I know it’s late-” 

“No! No I’m not! I want to see you, don’t apologize I understand I just, um, I miss being close with you and all, but you’re famous now! And you deserve it so-” 

“I know, it feels pretty good. But you didn’t deserve to just be unadded and unfollowed one day. It wasn’t fair, you were always so good to me and the boys.” 

“I- I was sad for a bit but I get it!”

“You were sad? Fuck, man.” Isagi sighs. “I know I hurt you, we were friends and I just threw it away because the fame got to my head.”

“No, no, I was barely sad- uh-” She panics, trying not to make him think he treated her anything besides perfectly. The last thing she wants is for him to remember her as that one salty fan he ditched. She’d rather him remember her positively, like someone who’s sweet, kind, an old friend. “I just missed you, it’s so good to see you! I never stopped listening to your music and supporting you, and when I saw you were coming here on tour I just had to go! I really am surprised you remembered me at all.” She chuckles nervously, her palms clammy and her eyes shaky. 

He’s really just standing here, trying to apologize to her, with his shirt off. How can she possibly focus on a serious conversation?

“You’re surprised I remembered you?” He tilts his head to the side. 

“Uh- well- I just felt like since you didn’t like me like I liked you I just thought you probably had other girls you were talking to or you know getting famous you’d want to like have girls and not really want me talking to you all the time-” It’s like her words are spilling from her lips before she can stop them, her eyes darting everywhere in the room besides Isagi. It’s like the things she’s been wanting to say to him can’t be stopped. 

“Hold on.” He stops her. “You didn’t think I liked you?” 

“Um, um at least not like that uh, you know-” She panics, her heart beating out of her chest and a layer of tears forming over her eyes. 

“Y/n, I wanted to apologize to you because I did like you, and I didn’t want to tell you that because if I was going on tour, I wouldn’t be able to see you. And I just cut you out instead.” He sighs. 

The words don’t even fully sink in at first. “Oh, okay.” 

“I liked you, like, the whole time. So I just wanted to apologize.” 

It finally starts to make sense. “It’s- it’s okay. It’s okay. I- you-” 

Isagi chuckles. “Maybe I can’t date you, but-” He leans down, placing a finger under her chin, forcing her nervous gaze into his deep blue eyes. “I could make it up to you, if you like.” 

His gaze is hypnotic, just like his voice. “I wanna, um, I- you- your-” She takes a breath. “Sorry.” She squeaks.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice is softer, slower, closer than before. She hasn’t heard this version of his voice before. It’s beautiful.

“I want, I want-” She takes another breath, a deeper one, one that lets her fully realize what she’s about to do. “I want you, Yoichi.” 

“Hm.” He breathes out. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He closes the gap, bringing their lips together, his finger still under her chin as he leans over her. 

Her hands grip the sheets, her legs shaking as she sits upright on the bed. Suddenly she feels like this is her first kiss ever, like she has no idea what she’s doing. 

His kiss starts out soft, but quickly devolves into something dangerous, something ravenous. His hand traces from her chin to her shoulder, his fingers pressing into her skin to push her backward. 

And she lets him. How could she not? His fingers feel like they’re leaving permanent marks on her skin, like she’ll never forget where he touched her chin, her neck, her shoulders. She finds herself looking up at him, reaching for the towel around his neck to bring his lips back into hers. 

In no time he’s on top of her, hungrily making out with her like he wants to devour her, his strong arms holding his body above hers as if he’d crush her if he were to let his weight crash down. She wouldn’t mind though, she’d be totally okay with him crushing her. 

“Always wanted this.” He breathes out, leaving a slight space between their lips only briefly before reconnecting them. His tongue slides effortlessly against hers, his saliva dripping from his tongue to hers. It’s so wet, and it tastes so damn good. 

She can only whine in response, reveling in his taste. She doesn’t have the space to talk anyway, not with his lips drinking up every single one of her noises. 

“Love those pretty sounds, fuck I’ve been missin’ out.” He shifts his weight to one side, tracing his other hand down her body to the hem of her shirt. “Want this off, baby.” 

Y/n licks her lips, completely dazed. “Off, baby?” She repeats, as if she’s shocked he would even say it. 

“Want it off, so fucking bad.” His voice is so lustful, filled with such a different tone than his normal, upbeat, kind attitude. He’s horny. 

“Mhm, please-” She lets him grab her collar, forcefully pulling her up so he can swiftly lift her shirt over her head. 

“Ahhhh-” He groans. “And I’ve been missin’ out on that?” His movements are rough, his hands forceful, needy. Within seconds her bra is discarded on the opposite side of the room, his tongue cascading over her nipples like he’s painting them with his saliva. 

She can’t stop herself from whining, moaning, it’s the only thing her brain can do while he sucks her tits like he’s trying to drink from them. He’s so different right now, he’s so dominant with her. She wants to sign her body over to him, she feels like her body should belong to him. 

His other hand slides to her untouched breast, his fingers moving to pinch her other nipple, kneading it as if he’s trying to bruise her. His hand trails further, traveling smoothly under her skirt to rest on her plush thigh. 

“G’na need these off too~” He slips his finger under the waistband of her panties, popping his mouth off her nipple to get through his sentence. 

“Mhm~” Y/n nods, her hands resting her hands behind her head as she lets his expert movements own her body. 

She’s dripping, she knows she is. The thin fabric of her panties wasn’t doing a great job of protecting her from her own arousal, but he slides them down her legs anyway, the soaked fabric leaving a trail of wetness down her thighs. 

“Hm~” Isagi chuckles, his lips wrapping back around her nipple like it belongs there, dipping his middle finger into her soaked cunt. “Look at you, such a wet little pussy for me.” He says, adding a second finger.

Her body is a mess, her voice is fried, her brain is mush. She can’t do anything besides submit to his fingers etching themselves into the memory of her walls like they’re shaping her body for him and him only. His mouth makes a mess of her breasts while his fingers make a mess of her inner thighs, pumping easily into her slick hole. 

“You’re already so ready f’me, but I need y’to cum first.” He gives his mouth a break, a final bead of saliva dripping from his tongue and landing on her already well-coated nipple. Without his mouth occupied, he goes harder with his fingers, curling them into her g-spot like he was the one who put it there in the first place. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck- ahh~” The breathless gasps leave her lips, her eyes snapped shut as she feels the aggressive knot grow in her stomach. 

“Y’need more? Hm? Bet you do, such a slut for my fingers.” He slurs, his thumb moving to rub quick circles on her throbbing clit. 

“I- gonna- Yoichi~” She whines, the knot exploding ferociously as she cums around his fingers, leaking out of her hole as if it was too full to stay inside.. 

“Ah there ya go, dirty girl.” He spits, sliding his coated fingers out of her aching pussy, directing them immediately into her mouth. “Clean me up, will you?” He forces them between her lips, her tongue circling over his fingers, soaking up every bit of her own cum. It’s demeaning, it’s degrading. But it’s so damn hot. 

“Taste good sweetheart?” He smirks, using his free hand to step out of his sweatpants he probably shouldn’t have put on after his shower in the first place. 

“Hm, f-fu-” She tries, her mouth too full to let any coherent words form. 

His cock springs out of its confinement, finally freed from the shackles of his boxers that struggled to keep him contained at all. And seeing the size of him- y/n wonders how any boxers would be able to survive without being shred to pieces by his gorgeous, thick cock. She wonders how she’ll be able to survive without being shred to pieces. 

“Scared baby?” Isagi smirks, forcing her gaze from his cock to his dark, lustful eyes. “Don’t worry, you can take it.” He leans down to kiss her, a menacingly soft, degrading kiss. “Either way, you fucking have to.” He places one last threatening kiss against her lips.

Before she can process it, his arms are wrapped around the backs of her thighs, sliding her ass slightly off the edge of the bed as he lines his cock up with her desperate cunt. The oversensitivity of her orgasm makes his tip against her hole even more intense. She can’t help but writhe against his grip almost animalistically, like she wouldn’t be able to stop if she tried. 

She’s wet enough for him to slide in easily, filling her up as if he’s carving out her hole himself. She wraps around him perfectly, squeezing around him in a way that causes his breath to catch in the back of his throat as he sucks in through his teeth. His nails dig deeper into her thighs, likely leaving a set of gorgeous nail marks she’ll surely cherish later. 

“Fuck~” His saliva pools in his mouth as he speaks, threatening to drip onto her exposed skin. “It’s like you’re sucking me in babygirl.” He breathes, holding her thighs tight as he begins fucking into her. 

Her fingers grip the sheets so hard she feels like she might rip them, she couldn’t have imagined being fucked like this, no matter how many times she got off to the thought of him back then. No matter how many times she’d play their songs in the background while she pleasured herself. She couldn’t have forced her brain to come up with a scenario where he holds her over the edge of the bed and fucks into her like she’s a doll. 

It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to become relentless, her cunt squelching with each forceful plunge of his thick cock. 

“Fuck, flip over.” He demands, though doesn’t give her any time to move her body on her own, flipping her body himself using only his tight grip on her thighs. “Knees.” He commands, and she does exactly as he says, propping her ass up and leaning forward on her elbows. 

“Damn, what a fucking nice ass.” He slaps her once, gripping the plushy skin as he sheathes himself inside her once again. “G’na fuck you hard ‘till I cum, kay?” He uses his other hand to grip her hair, shoving her face into the mattress. “Be a good toy f’me.” 

“Mhm~” She whines, though he wasn’t waiting for her confirmation anyway. 

His thrusts are somehow harder from behind, wrecking her pussy with every forceful push of his cock between her slick walls. He pounds into her, leaving her nothing but a whiny mess as her pleas are muffled under the weight of his hand pressing her into the bed. The pain is overwhelmingly masked by the pleasure of being fucked by him, Isagi Yoichi, the lead singer of Blue Lock, but even she knows she’ll struggle to walk- or even stand- after this.

“G’na cum, g’na fill you~” He grunts, sloppily thrusting a few more shaky times before painting her insides white, his cum overflowing her cramped pussy. He pulls out, finally letting up on his tight grip on her hair and ass, his cum spilling out along with him.

“Yoichi-” She finally manages, shakily rolling over onto her back. “That was-”

“Hm? You think we’re done?” He stands over her threateningly, immediately sliding one of his fingers between her used, overstimulated folds. 

“Babygirl, it’s only just begun.”

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[babydollmarauders]

LAVENDER HAZE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

specific lyrics: “i been under scrutiny. you handle it beautifully. all this shit is new to me.” and “all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride. the only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife.”

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“y/n, when are you and Trevor gonna get married?” a reporter asks as i walk through the hallways of Honda Center, away from the Ducks dressing room and up towards the seating. i send a stiff smile their way and continue walking, effectively ignoring their question.

i’ve been dating Trevor since we were sixteen. five years together and you’d think i would be used to this by now, but it’s harder than one would think.

of course Trevor and i have talked about marriage, when you’ve been together this long, it’s inevitable that you’ve talked about it. but we’ve mutually decided to wait until it feels right for us. we’re only twenty-one after all. but it seems that it’s the only question i get asked nowadays.

sure, when i ran into reporters in the past, they may have asked me this question a couple times, but usually they just asked me what it was like to be high school sweethearts with an nhl player or what kind of things Trevor does at home to get ready for a game. but now it’s always ‘when are you guys getting married?’ and ‘y/n has Trevor proposed yet?’.

having been dating Trevor since his USNTDP days, it’s definitely different dealing with him now having real fans and him being approached at restaurants for pictures. i don’t mind it, but it can get to be a bit much when with his fame comes hate towards me. girls telling me i’m not good enough for him or that they could treat him better and whatnot. every photo i post on instagram has at least twenty comments saying such things.

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i’m sat on the couch waiting for Trevor to get home from his game. i left right after it ended, Trevor texting me that he had to do interviews and that Jamie would drop him off at home.

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@y/n11: the secret is out, i’m actually just @trevorzegras personal photographer 📸

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@user1: y/n using her boyfriend for clout again lol

@user2: alexa play treat you better by shawn mendes

@jackhughes: i’m stealing Louie next time i visit

@y/n11: good luck, Trevor might actually disown you as a friend if you try

@jackhughes: @y/n11 sounds like a win-win situation to me

@user3: how has it taken me months to realize she changed the number in her username to match Trevor’s jersey number? didn’t she used to be y/n46?

@user4: yeah, and before that she was y/n9 to match his usa number. they’re so cute 😭 i wonder if she’ll change her username to y/nzegras when they get married

@trevorzegras: and you’re the cutest photographer there ever was

@y/n11: i wanna smooch your face 💋💋

@_alexturcotte: whipped

@trevorzegras: @_alexturcotte i don’t see you with a girlfriend so which one of us is really winning here?

@user5: oh look, another post of Trevor. anyone wanna take a guess on what her next post will be? hint: it probably won’t her ugly ass

@_quinnhughes: miss you! come visit soon!

@trevorzegras: aww miss you too Huggy!

@_quinnhughes: @trevorzegras did it look like i tagged you? you can stay in Anaheim

@y/n11: miss you too Hugs! i’ll come with Trev on their next game there and root for you! 🧸

@user6: lmao she’s rooting for another guy? slut. bet she’s bounced around to all Trevor’s old teammates + Quinn

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i scroll through the comments on my recent instagram post, seeing all the girls insulting me or saying i use Trevor for fame. am i not allowed to post my boyfriend anymore just because he’s in the NHL?

i didn’t realize i had tears welling in my eyes until one drops onto my screen. wiping it off, i hear the front door open and shut, Trevor arriving home. i listen to the mundane sounds of him slipping his shoes off and dropping his keys into the dish by the door before i hear his footsteps coming towards the living room. i hastily wipe away my tears and sniffle before he can see that i’ve been crying.

“hey, baby.” i say, my voice not quite recovered from my throat being closed up while i was crying, but Trevor doesn’t seem to notice. he takes the seat next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in so my head lays on his chest.

“hi, love. did you see that goal i made for you?” he asks and i chuckle.

“i did. you did amazing, babe. i’m so proud of you.” i tell him, wrapping my arm around his waist and squeezing him tighter to me. he drops a kiss to the top of my head and i can feel the smile on his lips.

“lemme see that pretty face.” he whispers, nudging my chin up with his hand. but when i look up at him, his smile drops. “hey, what happened? why were you crying?”

he rubs at my cheek with his thumb, tracing my puffy under eye with the tip of it. i shake my head slightly.

“it’s nothing, Trev.” he shakes his head and scowls.

“it’s not nothing if it made my girl cry. now tell me.” he says.

“it was just the comments on my instagram post. there were these girls—” i cut myself off, not knowing if i want to tell him what they said.

“hey, what? ‘there were these girls’ what?” he asks softly.

“these girls were commenting that i was using you for clout, and that i was ugly. and another one said that i’ve probably gotten with you and all your friends.” i whisper. his face contorts in disbelief before dropping into an angry frown.

“don’t listen to them.” he tells me. i open my mouth to rebut but he speaks again. “i’m serious, y/n. don’t pay them any attention. i know you’re not using me. i mean, you put up with my annoying, class clown ass in high school. if that doesn’t speak wonders then i don’t know what does.”

i giggle and land a light smack against his chest.

“i happen to have liked your annoying, class clown ass.” i tease.

“and i still wonder why.” he shrugs. “as for the other comments, you’re gorgeous, princess. you’re so beautiful. i still can’t believe i get to wake up every morning and see that pretty face. i can’t understand for the life of me, why you stay with me when you’re so out of my league. but i’m so grateful that you do, because i can’t imagine where i’d be and what my life would be like without you.”

i smile at his sweet words and lean up to kiss his lips.

“i love you.” i mumble against them.

“i love you too, babygirl.” he presses one more quick peck to my lips before pulling away “also, i know you’ve never been with any of my friends. i mean, c’mon, why would you want them when you can have this?”

he sweeps a hand down his body and i bark out a laugh. he smiles down at me, running his hand through my hair before he stops it at the back of my neck, pulling me in for another, deeper, kiss.

“you know, i’ve been thinking.” he tells me when he pulls back.

“oh that’s never good.” i say.

“ha ha ha.” he narrows his eyes at me, slipping the hand from the back of my neck in order to use it to shove my forehead, making me fall back onto the cushion of the couch behind me. “i was thinking, maybe next year?”

“maybe next year what?” i ask, face contorting in confusion.

“maybe next year we should get married.” he says. i pop back up into a sitting position quickly, nearly hitting my head against his. he chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Trevor Zegras did you just propose to me?” i ask, my tone incredulous. “on our couch?!”

“yeah, i guess i did.” he says. “what do you say? you wanna be my wife?”

“i could hit you right now.” i tell him.

“so, it that a no?” he asks, an eyebrow raised in questioning. i shuffle onto his lap, straddling him and grabbing his face in my hands.

“there is nothing in this world that i want more than to be your wife.” i whisper, leaning my forehead against his.

“oh thank god.” he sighs. he sticks his hand in his pocket, shuffling around in it before pulling his hand back out in a fist. he opens his fist to reveal a ring box. “because i’ve had this ring since we were eighteen.”

tears sting my eyes, my heart leaping in my chest as i pull my head back from his. he opens the box, showing off a beautiful white gold ring with a pear cut diamond and a twisted halo design.

“since we were eighteen?” i ask. “but that’s the year that we were fighting all the time.”

“yeah, and you stayed. despite all the stupid arguments, you still made sure we never went to bed angry at each other, and you stuck by my side.” he takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto my finger before pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“i love you so much.” i whisper before capturing his lips with mine. he pulls back a second later to mumble out his own ‘i love you’ before he resumes kissing me.

but then a thought pops into my head and i pull away, furrowing my brows at him.

“why did you have the ring in your pocket right now?” i ask him.

“well i had this whole plan that i was gonna bring you out on the ice before warm ups and ask you there but, when it came down to it, it didn’t feel right. i wanted the right moment. and now felt right.”

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@y/n11: forever with you sounds pretty great @trevorzegras

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@trevorzegras: i’m pretty damn lucky that i’ll get to call you my wife 🤍

@jackhughes: finally! i was beginning to think he would never use that damn ring! congrats guys

@y/n11: you knew about the ring?!

@jackhughes: @y/n11 who do you think helped him pick it out?

@colecaufield: congrats you guys! can’t wait to be the best man

@jackhughes: think again bud, i’m gonna be the best man

@_alexturcotte: @jackhughes i think we all know that I’M gonna be the best man because Trevor likes me best

@y/n11: @jackhughes @_alexturcotte thank you cole! and i hate to be the bearer of bad news but the best man will definitely be Louie … gotta go 🏃‍♀️

@_quinnhughes: congratulations! so happy for you two!

@y/n11: thank you Huggy! get ready to go suit shopping because i can’t imagine anyone else being my man of honor

@lhughes_06: damn, Z beat me to it. i was gonna ask you this summer at the lake house! happy for you though 🥲😪

@y/n11: aww sorry Moosey! keep an eye out just in case forever doesn’t work out

@griffinzegras: can’t wait for you to officially be my sister!

@y/n11: aww you’ve been my baby brother for 5 years but now it’ll be legally true! can’t wait to boss you around!

@griffinzegras: @y/n11 i take it back @trevorzegras any way that you wanna take her back to the pound?

@trevorzegras: @griffinzegras nah, i like this one. i’mma keep her

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[jacksdinonuggets]

~ T r a u m a ~

Summary:Lucifer is trying to spend some time to get to know Vaggie but she ends up in littlespace so Lucifer takes care of her.

It was rough keeping a big secret from Charlie. Even though she accepted her now and they were on good terms, things were still very stressful. Her wings contributed to that factor as well. They reminded her of what she did before Charlie found her and it gave her a lot of guilt. A few panic attacks later, she decided to talk about it to Charlie one day, hoping that she’ll feel better.

“Maybe you should talk to someone about this,” Charlie suggested, “I’m not exactly qualified and there aren’t many therapists in hell, but maybe you could talk to my dad,”

“Why Lucifer?” Vaggie asked, a little bit nervous. She didn’t exactly want to talk about all this heavy shit to her girlfriend’s dad. What if she makes herself look bad and he’s unaccepting of them? He did know she was an exorcist but never knew why she fell in the first place. It was too heavy to talk about in their little time together.

“Well, he’s also a fallen angel, he might understand how it feels,” The princess prompted.

Vaggie bit her lip, wondering what she should do. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, she sighed and agreed.

A day or two later, Vaggie stands in front of Lucifer’s room. It was just one of the nicer hotel rooms, so it wasn’t supposed to be as intimidating. But it was. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Mr Morningstar?” She called out, slowly opening the door and entering. He had one of the suites so she assumed he was just in one of the bedrooms.

“Ah, Maggie! Good to see you!” He popped up to her side and gave her a hug. She flinched, but then relaxed.

“It’s Vaggie, Sir,” She calmly corrected him.

“Vaggie, got it. Anyways, what brings you to my humble abode,” He asked, leading her to the kitchen area where he poured himself a glass of water.

“I- uhhh, I was hoping to talk to you about something,” She nervously looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. She really didn’t want to make this more awkward and terrifying than it already was.

“Oh, alright, let's sit then,” he walked over to the couch and gestured a hand to the one in front of it so they sat facing towards each other.

“So, I- Uh, Charlie wanted me to talk to you about some struggles I’ve been having that have to do with being a fallen angel,” she began, “I don’t even know how to start,” 

She thought about it for a second and took a deep breath.

“What do you do when… you feel so ashamed for being an angel that you think it would be better if you were gone?”

“That’s a tough question. Mind telling me why you feel ashamed first?” he asked. He would probably have to tell Charlie about these thoughts. It definitely wasn’t healthy.

Vaggie’s memories and reasons why she was guilty flashed in her head. The people she’s killed. The souls lost. It's all her fault. 

“I- I- I-,” She stuttered.

“Hey, it’s okay, take a deep breath,” he instructed. After she took a couple, she felt a bit calmer.

“I was an exorcist for years. I killed so many and hurt many more. I lied to Charlie, I lied to my friends, I even lied to myself. I kept saying that it was okay but it wasn’t! Nothing is okay! I’m not fucking okay! I’m a murderer.…” she confessed. He sucked in a breath but she wasn’t done.

“I wasn’t even punished! I- I deserve to feel hurt and pain. I deserve agony but no one will give it to me. My stupid wings are a constant reminder of the monster I am,” She began to stumble on her words as her lip began to quiver. She’s held so much in that she was an absolute mess now that she was talking about it. It made her headspace immediately fall like a bag of sand being thrown off a cliff. 

Before she knew it, she started crying, sobbing even. Lucifer got really worried and moved to sit next to her. He wrapped his arms around her shaking body. She was very much ugly crying. The hiccuping, hyperventilating kind too. Why was he giving her comfort. He should be upset with her.

“Vaggie, you don’t deserve any pain. You’ve changed. You’re not deserving of a punishment anymore. You deserve comfort and help,” He told her in a calm, gentle voice. It was quite nurturing too.

Being a caregiver, he could notice easily when a headspace dropped and he could tell hers went deep down fast. He gently pulled her into his lap and began to rock her, trying to calm the baby down.

“Shh, shhh, you’re okay, we all forgive you, shh, shhh,” He spoke soothingly into her ear. 

He made a rubber duck appear and held it in front of her.

“Look! It’s a ducky!” he sqeaked it, trying to get her attention. She looked up at it, still crying but not as many hiccups. Lucifer moved it around and made little quacking noises to entertain her. It seemed to help.

He gave the ducky to her once she stopped crying. She immediately tried to put it in her mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah, you don’t know where that’s been,” he took it out of her mouth and made a pacifier appear in her mouth. She sucked on while playing the rubber duck.

He lifted her up and placed her on the second couch. He snapped his fingers and her clothing changed. She was now in a thick diaper and onesie. Lucifer had babysat enough times to know what clothing helped her feel safe. 

He brought her over to the bedroom and laid her down in bed before he took off his shoes and climbed in too. She seemed very clingy so he definitely would need to cuddle with her.

She snuggled up close to him as he massaged her scalp. He felt bad that she had to deal with all of this guilt. It was upsetting to say the least. Even though they weren’t very close, he still cared and worried about her.

He felt content once he heard soft snoring coming from the girl. It was a peaceful sight, knowing that she was no longer fighting her inner demons. He slipped out of the bed without waking her up and went back into the small living room area.

He brainstormed what kind of toys Vaggie would like. He wanted to make sure she had something to do when she woke up. After summoning a couple of blocks, a shape sorting game, and setting up a cute purple tent and filled it with a bunch of pillows and blankets, he sat on the couch and scrolled on his hellphone. He contemplated calling Charlie but he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t good enough to take care of Vaggie.

He sat there for a while until a scream erupted from the bedroom. He shot up and scrambled towards the sound. He followed it and opened the door. The sight he was greeted with was sad to say the least. The poor girl was shot up in bed, bawling while clutching the blankets. He could easily see sweat beads rolling down her forehead too. Using context clues, he realized that she must’ve had a nightmare.

“Sweetie,” he sat down next to her on the bed. He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead, waiting patiently for her to calm down. He wiped away her tears and held a tissue to her nose, which she blew into, clearing her sinuses. She cried for a minute or two until she was feeling a bit better.

Lucifer summoned a bottle filled with cold water and pulled her into his lap. A diaper change was in order afterwards but for now, he fed her the water, knowing that it would help. Once she finished it, she mumbled a “t’ank you,” 

“You’re welcome, Little ducky. Do you want to talk about your bad dream?” Lucifer asked. 

“Dun wanna think about it,” She told him. “Scary,” 

“It’s okay, baby, you don’t need to talk about it. I have a small surprise for you but do you need any help getting your diapy changed?” He asked. She nodded, feeling way too small to do it herself. 

He laid her down on the ground and began to make quick work of the change. Vaggie played with a small fidget cube so it wasn’t so overwhelming. Once he was done and taped everything up, he carried her on his hip into the living room where watched her play with blocks and sorting games.

Lucifer never realized how intense her trauma was. He was glad that he now knew so he could prepare for any future mishaps. It made him determined to be the best caregiver ever. He would make the small and scared fallen angel feel happy with herself again.

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do you still love me?

Robin Buckley x fem!reader 

Warnings: A little bit of angst, secret relationship, implied homophobia, fluffy ending 

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      It was hard to not be insecure sometimes. Teenagers always have a lot of hormones. Hawkins high had a lot of cliques and a lot of these cliques had a lot of pretty people. 

      Often times you’d catch Robin looking at one of them. Now the thing is Robin kind of does have a staring problem. It’s not that she wants to stare at them, she just does stare at them and she can’t really help it. It happens with just about anybody. 

      Robin has told you time and time again that she has flaws like this, but you still can’t help it but let it get to your head. Do you know not to worry because you know that she’ll never cheat on you, but if she still has feelings for you it is different. 

      It’s a rabbit hole that you often find yourself going down, especially late at night when you’re thinking. Robin was spending the night at your house and you two were laying in bed together. She had asked you before if you were doing okay and of course he said yes but it wasn’t too convincing. 

      However Robin decided to let it go because she figured that you would tell her if you were ready. Robin was an over thinker too and the fact that you started to become more quiet made her nervous. 

      You were more popular than Robin but you weren’t a popular kid. This made her overthink because you could have anybody you want, you really could have. You had people every once in a while ask you out and you always decline since you were secretly dating Robin. 

      One day after class, you walked to your locker to switch out your books for the second half of the day, when you felt someone behind you. You turn around at the feeling of someone’s presence and noticed that it’s not Robin. It’s Jimmy, from your math class. 

      “Oh, hi Jimmy. What’s up?” You ask politely. 

      “Hey, did I miss anything from class yesterday?” He asked. 

      “Oh, no not really. We took some notes, but I copied some for you.” You say, rummaging in your notebook. You find what you wanted and tear a couple of pages out, handing them over. 

      “Thank you, Y/N, you’re a sweetheart.” Jimmy tells you, with a smile. You can’t help it but smile back, it was a nice compliment. 

      “Oh, well thank you Jimmy. Is there anything else you need?” You ask him, trying to end the conversation so you could go meet with your girlfriend. 

      “Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you had any open time this Friday after school?” He leads on. 

      “Um, I’m not sure yet to be honest.”       “Okay, well if you figure it out, give me a call, I’d love to take you on a date sometime.” He said with a smirk and a wink. Little did you know that Robin was already there and waiting for you, seeing everything that just went down. 

      You turn around to see her, an emotion on her face that is hard to read. So you finish grabbing the rest of your books, closing your locker, and heading over to her. But it’s almost easy to miss. You weave in and out of a few people to reach her, finally sighing as you reach her. 

      “Did you see that?” You asked with a giggle. 

      “Yeah I did.” Robin replied shortly. She wasn’t angry, she was just worried. You were smiling with him, handing him something, and then he handed you his number asking you out. You didn’t have a chance to decline before he walked away. 

      “It was weird. I had no idea he was even interested in me. Usually it’s easy to tell.” Robin’s heart squeezes a little bit, thinking about it. I mean you were in a gay relationship with another girl, and you had to keep it a secret. Of course other people had no idea, they all thought you and Robin were friends. 

      “I had no idea you liked me.” She pipes up. 

      You laughed at this, “Yeah until I kissed you, remember?” You asked, reminiscing about that kiss. It was so nice, awkward, but nice. She nods, no smile forming on her face, so you know something is wrong. Robin always smiles at the thought of kissing you. 

      “What’s wrong babe?” You pull her in to whisper in her ear, a shiver slithers down Robin’s back. 

      “Nothing. You’re not gonna call him are you?” 

      “No.” You said laughing. “Wanna come over? We can cuddle, and things.” You said, leaning into her. 

      “Yeah that sounds good.” she gave you a smile that was small. 

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      The rest of the day passes and you and Robin are laying on your bed, a taped movie playing. Your arm was around Robin, as she cuddled against your side, curling against you, nuzzling her head into your chest and neck. She was content with this, it was one of her favorite things to do. It allowed you two to get close with each other, and get comfy enough to sleep. 

      But it was also times like this where sometimes she couldn’t sleep. Robin would stay up with her own thoughts too, just as you have before. You began to notice some of the signs of her being off earlier in the day. You didn’t want to pry, but you also didn’t want her to be upset, or need something. What if she was in need of something and she thought you didn’t notice? 

      “Hey baby? Are you okay? You have been staring off into space, and earlier today you seemed a bit off. I just want to make sure you’re alright.” You speak up. 

      Robin looks up at you, and in a split second everything she has ever thought about you starts running through her head. All of the kisses, dates, hugs, cuddles, everything sweet you two have told each other. She noticed how you seemed to be spacing out sometimes too, a disconnect in your relationship together. 

      “Do you still love me?” She asked. Your heart stopped for a second, and you answered immediately. 

      “Yes, Robin. I still love you, very, very much. What’s all this about?” You push. 

      “You have been seeming different lately, and Jimmy asking you out today just really got me thinking. You could be with anyone you want, and you won’t have to hide it. I can tell that you’re thinking of things, and I wanna know what it is. Are we doing okay?” She explains. 

      “Oh Robin. I love you so so so so much. You are my favorite person in the entire world, I would trust you with anything and everything. I think I know what the problem is. You started seeming off, I started thinking about it, and I probably seemed off, which made you upset, and then made you seem even more off.” Robin pulled a confused face. 

      “What?” 

      “Okay let me put it this way, honey. I love you, I love you, and I don’t love anyone else like I do you. I couldn’t. I know that I could be dating someone else, but that is not what I want, I want you. So I am not dating anyone else. You still love me, right?” You ask to make a point.

      “Yes, yes of course I still love you.” She quickly answers. 

      “We are still in love with each other. And besides, you could have anyone you want, and you’re still with me. Now that’s something. Because I can be annoying.” You joke around with a laugh. 

      Robin laughs too, revealing a smile. “I am in love with you. And you are annoying, but so am I.” Robin leans up and presses a kiss to your lips.

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#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin stranger things #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley imagines #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcannons #robin buckley smut

[randoimago]

Hey Kat, 🤠 anon here hoping to make your first spy x family request? Can I request some good old (seperate) s/o comfort hcs for Loid, Yuri, Yor and Franky and their s/o who doesnt feel that theyre not important compared to Yor (Loid and Yuri) and Loid (Yor and Franky)

S/O Doesn’t Feel Like They’re Important Enough

Fandom: Spy x Family

Characters: Franky Franklin, Yor Briar, Loid Forger (Twilight), Yuri Briar

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Yep the first one! I will say it was a bit interesting writing for Yor just because idk if she would get close to Loid should she already have an S/O. Loid I could see still doing it for the sake of the mission, but Yor was more tricky.

Franky

Can't help but laugh. He apologizes, but he's laughing while he's apologizing.

As if the dumb blonde would ever be more important to him than you. Do you know how many life threatening missions that bastard has taken him on? Like hell Franky would care more about Loid than you.

Also what kind of name is Twilight? Sounds like he hadn't gotten out of his angsty teen phase. Seriously Franky just goes on a rant about how "awful" Loid is while you're great.

Just please don't tell Loid that he said any of this. Franky would like to keep living, thank you very much.

Loid

Yor has become important to him for his mission (not that he’d ever admit to actually liking and being friends with her). You’re so much more than just his mission.

Loid doesn’t let anyone get too close, right? You’re the one exception to that. The one thing that would make him pause when choosing something drastic (if your safety is involved with the choice, anyway).

Yes he has this fake family with Yor, but again, that’s all fake. You’re real. What you two have is real, as cheesy as that is.

He knows he can’t spend too much time with you right now because it’d look very suspicious, but he promises that after this mission that it’s back to you. Whatever you want to do, he’ll do it (granted he doesn’t have HQ calling in every 5 seconds).

Yor

She’s a bit of an airhead and doesn’t understand why you’d feel insignificant to some guy she met at a tailoring place. Sure the two of them have somethings in common, but she loves you.

Yor isn’t afraid to tell you how much she loves you either. Maybe in the beginning of the relationship she would fluster easily, but now she is always happy to give you a hug and hold you close.

Ends up feeling guilty because it’s her job as your girlfriend to show you how much she loves you. Will just give you puppy dog eyes and constant apologies while thinking she’s a failure as a girlfriend for how you feel.

While she reassures you that you mean a lot to her, she’ll probably need some reassuring that she hasn’t done anything wrong. There will probably be quite a few tears during this talk.

Yuri

So on one hand, she is his family. She’ll always be near and dear to his heart. But on the other hand, you’re the one he’s sharing his whole life with. Eventually.

You’re the one that will get to know everything about him (eventually, he needs to work up the courage to tell you some things still). He’s kept secrets from his sister, but does his best not to keep them from you.

What do you want him to do to prove to you that you’re amazing and wonderful? He’s not going to do anything to hurt his sister, but he’ll get you a thousand roses. He’ll walk on glass. He’ll swim the ocean and maybe fight some dolphins for you.

He has a lot of money too. Money can’t buy happiness but he’ll sure as hell try if it’ll make you smile and know that you’re so important and special to him.

#spyxfamily x reader #yuri briar x reader #franky franklin x reader #yor briar x reader #loid forger x reader #🤠 anon

[gatheringbones]

[“Most gaslighters seem to hold in reserve a secret weapon, an emotional explosion that flattens everything in its vicinity and poisons the atmosphere for weeks afterward. A person in a gaslighting relationship fears that if the gaslighter is pushed too far, he’ll invoke this Emotional Apocalypse, something even worse than the ongoing attrition of annoyed questions and cutting remarks. This apocalypse is such a painful experience that, eventually, she’ll do anything to avoid it.

The Emotional Apocalypse might happen only once, or it might never happen, but the fear of the Emotional Apocalypse is sometimes even worse than the event itself. The gaslightee is terrified that her partner might yell, or criticize her, or even leave her, and she’s sure that if her fear is realized, she’ll be completely overwhelmed. “You feel like you’re going to die,” one of my patients told me once, and she wasn’t much comforted by my replying, “But you won’t die.”

[……] For as long as he could remember, Mitchell had worried about letting his mother down and had hoped to make up for all the other disappointments in her life. As a result, he was vulnerable to her gaslighting. Although she rarely accused him of anything directly, her hurt looks were more powerful than words. “I feel like I’ve broken her heart,” he told me in one especially painful session. “I’d do anything to keep her from looking that way and knowing that I caused her pain.” Rather than ask himself what, realistically, were his chances of making his mother happy and how willing he was to sacrifice himself to do so, Mitchell insisted that his mother could be happy—if only he could be a better son.

Sometimes the gaslighter progresses to increasingly painful responses—from cutting remarks to outright yelling, from implied guilt to explicit accusations. And if a gaslightee resists, the behavior may become still worse—daily yelling, broken dishes, threats of abandonment. She may start to feel as though even thinking about resisting provokes an escalation, as though it’s not safe to disagree even in her own thoughts. Giving in completely—in thought and emotion as well as action—may come to seem like the only safe course.

When gaslightees try to tell me about their apocalyptic fears, they often have two contradictory positions. On the one hand, putting these fears into words may make them seem trivial, so my patients express a lot of shame and self-doubt. “I know it doesn’t sound like much…,” they’ll say. “Only an idiot would get upset about such a little thing.” Or “I’m sure it’s not that big a deal. It’s just that I’m such a wimp. He’s always telling me I’m too sensitive.” On the other hand, if I ask a gaslightee to wonder what might happen if she responded to the Emotional Apocalypse with a shrug or by walking out of the room, she may desperately insist that I don’t understand how bad it really is. “But he’ll keep yelling,” she might say. “And if I leave, or ask him to stop, he’ll yell more.” If I ask what makes the yelling so frightening, I get a stare of disbelief. It’s as though the gaslighter’s secret weapon—whatever it might be—really did have the power to annihilate the gaslightee and destroy her entire world.

I know when the Emotional Apocalypse threatens, it can be truly frightening. But in fact, the yelling will not destroy your world. The criticism will not end your life. The insults—however painful—will not actually bring your house crashing down in ruins around you. I know it feels as though the Emotional Apocalypse will literally destroy you—but it won’t. And when you’re able to see past the fear that is choking you and clouding your mind, you may be able to shrug off your gaslighter’s point of view and refuse to engage with it—neither believing it nor arguing with it, but simply holding on to your own inner truth.”]

robin stern, the gaslight effect

#robin stern #brainspace #cw abuse #currently reading

[beestriker015]

Wonder Woman x male civilian s/o

Diana has been dating s/o for a little over 2 years now.

She met him during a fight between the Justice League and Darkseid, s/o trying to save a child who was buried under some debris.

Diana was impressed with his selfless act and wanted to get to know him better after Darkseid was dealt with, her helping s/o successfully saving the child.

She learned that s/o worked at a coffee shop in Metropolis as a barista, and so she went there every day to get to know him.

S/o and Diana became infatuated with each other and soon started dating, her revealing to him that she’s Wonder Woman early on in the relationship as to not keep any secrets from him.

S/o is very supportive of his girlfriend’s heroics, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about her.

He always kisses her goodbye before she goes on mission.

“I love you Diana, promise me you’ll be safe ok?”

“I love you too s/o, and I promise that I’ll be fine.”

When she’s not busy with Justice League stuff, Diana loves to spend as much time with s/o as she can.

Dinner dates and romantic nights together are quite common between the two.

S/o not being a hero means that Diana can be quite protective over him, almost motherly to an extent.

If he were to be injured in any way by a villain, Diana would go on a rampage.

“Hurting my s/o was a grave mistake. I won’t kill you, but I swear to Hera that you’ll pay for every scratch or bruise on his person.”

When the threat is ended, Diana would coddle s/o until his wounds heal.

“Don’t worry my love, I will take care of you as your injuries heal.”

Her mother Hippolyta is accepting of s/o and his relationship with her daughter, seeing how happy Diana is with him.

Diana doesn’t get jealous easily, but when someone flirts with or hits on her boyfriend, she can get a little peeved.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to tell you this, but s/o is already in a relationship.”

She says calmly yet firmly to the girl/guy making a move on s/o.

When he/she leaves, she hugs s/o tightly while muttering one word under her breath:

“…mine.”

She’ll never admit it, but Diana secretly tries to make s/o jealous by spending more and more time with Batman.

It doesn’t go as planned as s/o starts to believe that Diana doesn’t want to be with him anymore, causing her to feel really bad and apologize to her boyfriend profusely.

“Please forgive me my love, I went too far. I only wanted to make you jealous, not cause you to doubt our relationship. Believe me when I say that I only have eyes for you s/o, my heart goes to you and you alone.”

The two make up quickly and put the whole thing behind them (Diana still feels bad though).

After being together for so long, Diana decides that s/o is the person she wishes to spend the rest of her life with, so she begins to plan how she’s gonna propose to him.

She takes him to the place of their first date and gets down on one knee while pulling out a small box with a ring in it from her purse.

“S/o, being with you has been the greatest thing to ever happen to me since I first came to Man’s world. I truly believe that you and I have been chosen by the gods to be together, so would you make me the happiest woman in Man’s world and be my husband?”

S/o smiles and nods, pulling Diana into a warm embrace.

“Of course I’ll marry you Diana, I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Diana sheds a few happy tears, knowing she and her s/o have a lifetime of love and happiness ahead of them.

#diana prince x reader #dc comics #diana prince #wonder woman #wonder woman x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #justice league unlimited #justice league #justice league x reader #male reader #wonder woman x male reader #diana prince x male reader #justice league x male reader #dc x male reader

[leoleolovesdc]

If I got the final say on Batman movies we’d have a whole film about Stephanie Brown and Bruce Wayne as the Dynamic Duo

Imagine this: Batman is already a stabilished hero, he has been doing his thing for some years now, probably never had a Robin (at best a recently-turned-Nightwing Dick Grayson who won’t appear during the story) and during a patrol night spying on the Cluemaster’s crew he finds this one kid in between 12-15 years old with a cheap domino mask and a purple cape with a hood in the same task as himself (though way more sloppily). He tries to scold her home but she claims to be a hero too and says that she’s here to spoil Cluemaster’s plans. Bruce insists that it’s not safe and she should go home, but she is persistent and doesn’t back down until he threatens to take her to the cops. She reluctantly agrees to show him the way to her house. They both walk together, the kid anxiously gripping on his arm as they approach this one dirty-looking house in a poor neighborhood, the girl points to the house and says “This one’s mine” and gingerly goes inside without saying another word.

When Batman is leaving he notices the kid stole his grappling gun. He looks upset, but doesn’t try to get it back.

Because of the little distraction Bruce can’t catch the Cluemaster (or Arthur Brown) that night, but he keeps his eyes open during patrol, always checking in on the last location of the gang’s reunion and looking for hints of where he may be hiding, but in this job he keeps running into the kid again and again, he tries a harsher approach, convinced that he’ll be able to keep her away from danger, but she only seems to get more and more persistent. Despite being worried, at some point Bruce accepts that he won’t be able to stop her from running away from home at night to “patrol” and lets it be with one condition; they meet up at a spot near her house, keep tabs on Cluemaster together and at the end of the night Bruce makes sure she is safe and sound at home and she has to accept without complaints.

Bruce starts quite enjoying the kid’s company and they get increasingly closer. They talk about their mission, but also about random things. She brings a light and mundanity to his night shift that he never thought he’d have. She eventually agrees to tell him her name, Stephanie. She gives no last names, though. Says she’ll only reveal her secret identity when he reveals his. He laughs.

Their talks on Steph’s way home become the bast part of Bruce’s day, they discuss everything and nothing, sometimes even stopping to get food and just hang out at rooftops after patrol. Occasionally she’ll manage to steal some of his batarangs and other gadgets, he notices but never complains, letting her have this small sense of victory.

But with all the small hints Bruce starts to wonder why is this girl so obsessed with getting the Cluemaster. He questions her about it. She gets very angry, says that scum like him “deserves to die”, Batman tries to lecture her about it, saying that no one deserves to die and this type of thought is what leads people to acting like Arthur Brown, she shouts at him; “Don’t ever compare me to that man!”. The walk back to the house that night is silent.

Bruce does his homework back on the batcave, having had enough with Stephanie keeping secrets, he finds out that Arthur is her father. He tries to talk to her about it but she shuts him down, they keep having silent patrols for the next week or so, when all this laying-low type of work finally leads to a proper opportunity for an “attack”, knowing this, Batman meets up with Stephanie and tells her that she won’t be coming tonight, says this is a dangerous situation and that she should just stay home and wait for him on the next night. Steph tries to discuss, but he says it’s for her own safety and doesn’t let her have a word on the matter.

Without Bruce’s blessing, Steph goes to Cluemaster’s place by herself. There she finds Bruce in a hard fight, he is outmanned by atleast five people, she is convinced he can’t take it and jumps in through a window to help. Stephanie knocks man out in her land, saving Bruce's ass from getting stabbed on the back. They both finish the fight together, when everyone is knocked out or can't get on their feet anymore, Stephanie jumps on Arthur's throat with a chain, she starts choking him with it, and too tired to fight it, he is about to die. Bruce convinces her not to do it, and she reluctantly agrees.

Batman and Steph take the men to the police, earning some strange looks from Gordon and other cops, who end deciding on not question it. Bruce invites Steph to go on a walk with him. They go around the city, discussing everything that happened, he says that murdering is not worth it. She disagrees. He says that it won't bring her any satisfaction. She stays silent. He asks if she really wants this life for herself. Not because of her father, revenge or as a game, if she actually wants to help. She says that this is all she's ever wanted. He shakes her hand.

"What's your name?"

She hesitates for a moment: "Spoiler"

"Mine is Bruce", he answers with a smile before taking his cowl off. Steph stares at him, slightly taken a back. "Batman and Spoiler, huh? I like the sound of that", he says, giving Stephanie a pat on the shoulder.

This is pretty rough and i didnt rlly re read the whole thing to check do if its incoherent, im sorry, its late, is js spent like a solid hour making this on a ipad and my brain has melted

#i actually couldnt rlly decide if i wanted steph to be robin or spoiler in this #if dick already exists i can see her taking robin after him #but if he doenst theres like no reason for that #and also like spoiler is js her whole thing and i love that color scheme and costume for her #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #batman #the spoiler #spoiler dc #dc spoiler #the dynamic duo #dynamic duo #batman movie #batman movies #the batman #dc #dc comics #dc movies #txt post #text post #text #my text #txt #my txt #my txt post #long post #this got long #rough draft #batfam #batfamily

[unfinishedslurs]

Nancy's GBF (ghost best friend)

IT'S OCTOBER QUICK POST GHOST BARB FIC

She dreams about Barb every night.

She’s dreamed about her before, of course, but ever since Vecna died it’s different. She doesn’t scream. Doesn’t cry. There’s no blame placed on Nancy’s shoulders, no shrieking accusations about how it should have been her instead. 

She’s a silent figure. Unmoving, unfeeling. No matter how far Nancy reaches, or how fast she runs, she can never get close. 

Eventually, she comes into focus, and it’s awful because she seems younger than she ever did in real life. Her best friend died a child, closer to her little brother’s age than Nancy’s own now. The red shade of her hair, the exact outfit she had on, it’s all things she forgets in the waking world. But for these few minutes she can have Barb back. Even if she can never hug her best friend again, or exchange secrets, or laugh together, she still has this.

When she wakes up, it’s with tears on her face.

“Nancy?” Jonathan asks groggily, still half asleep. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Later, when he tells her he was accepted to Lenora Hills, she’ll wonder if she could have saved their relationship if she hadn’t started lying too.

Two months after the dreams start, Barb speaks. 

“Nancy? Nancy, it’s so cold. I don’t like it here, Nancy, please–”

In that moment, Nancy can finally reach out and take her hand.

She wakes up shivering and automatically checks her surroundings. Mike bursts through her door when she shrieks, her mom not far behind him.

They both try to ask her what’s wrong, but she can’t answer, too busy staring at the dead girl in the corner.

“Nancy?” Barb asks, pool water dripping down her chin. “What’s wrong with me?”

She tries to ignore it.

She’s having a mental breakdown of some kind, that’s fine. It’s to be expected, really. She’s been struggling keeping up with school, and the end of the world, and breaking up with Jonathan. Of course she’d see Barb around every corner. Of course she’d be cold all the time. Of course. And everyone knows the first step of having a mental break is to not feed into the delusion. 

She checks with El and Will, just to be safe.

They both look confused when they open the door, which makes sense. She and Jonathan have been split up for a month, she hasn’t exactly been around. Still, they accept her inside without question.

“I need you to make sure Henry isn’t back,” she blurts out as soon as the door shuts behind her. Both of them rear back in tandem, and something clatters in the kitchen. 

“Nancy?” Jonathan pokes his head around the corner, bewildered. “Are you okay?”

“Jonathan!” She feels herself flush. Why didn’t she think he’d be home? She knows he doesn’t have a job anymore, and his friend Argyle went back to California a while ago. Where else would he be?

“Nance, you’re pale,” he says, like she hasn’t noticed. As if her mom hasn’t said the same thing a hundred times in the past few days. He reaches out to guide her to the couch, and flinches back as soon as he feels her bare skin. “You’re freezing. Let me get you a blanket.”

She turns and looks at the kids as soon as he’s out of sight, noticing the way Will is rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m sorry, I’ve been having weird dreams for a while, and lately it’s gotten…worse, I guess, and I need to make sure it’s not him. It doesn’t feel like him, but I need…I can’t…”

El’s face turns into something determined, and oh, Nancy hates asking this of her. But if Vecna isn’t really dead, if they can get a headstart on his next plan, well. The sooner the better.

Ten minutes later the three siblings are sitting across from her, El tying a blindfold around her eyes as a blanket sits on Nancy’s shoulders. It doesn’t do anything to help, of course. It’s nothing like when Will was possessed but the mindflayer. The heat doesn’t bother her, no matter how many times she brings a spare blanket to add to the pile on her bed or turns the shower faucet to its highest setting. In fact, she can’t feel it at all.

“Close your eyes,” El commands. “Focus. I need to be able to see inside you.”

She grimaces, involuntarily glancing at Barb in the corner. The past few days she’s been weeping nonstop. More than a few times, Nancy has cried with her. Now, though, she looks around the Byers’s new place curiously.

Nancy shuts her eyes.

“Don’t shut me out,” El reminds her gently, and then light floods her vision. 

Barb, always Barb. When they were kids they would push each other on the swingset and dare each other to climb trees. The last time she saw her, reassuring her she’d be fine before following Steve upstairs. Vecna daring to taunt her, as if she could ever forget what she’d lost.

A million memories, some she’d almost forgotten. And then it’s over too soon.

El rips the blindfold off, breathing heavily. Jonathan hands her a tissue for her nose, looking at Nancy with so much concern it feels like it’s going to kill her.

“What did you see?” Will asks frantically. “Was it him?”

El shakes her head, confirming what Nancy already knew deep down. “It wasn’t him.”

“Then what was it?” Jonathan asks, eyes still on Nancy. She raises a shaking hand to her face, and it comes away wet.

“Nothingness,” El finally says. “And then sadness, and cold, and dark. And a light. There was a light, and a hand, and then there was warmth and feeling again. But the feelings are bad. They are not Henry, but they are not good.”

“So she’s real?” Nancy’s voice cracks.

“What? Who’s real? Nancy, what’s going on?” Jonathan asks. WIll just looks at her, concern in his big eyes.

El tilts her head. “I think so? But I do not know her. I can’t see her like you can.”

“Who is ‘she?’” Jonathan demands. “Will someone tell me what’s going on?”

“I actually have to go,” Nancy says, almost stumbling as she stands up. She takes a moment to fold the blanket Jonathan gave her so kindly. He’s still trying to get her attention, but she brushes him off as she heads out the door and to her car.

“Nance, please, I know we broke up but I still care–”

“I know!’ She says, whipping around. Barb watches curiously from the corner of her eye. “I know you do, and that’s great, really, but it’s none of your business. I didn’t even think you’d be here, so…”

“Where else would I be?”

“I don’t know, Jonathan, California?” She snaps. He rears back. “Isn’t that where you’re going anyway? Just– stop acting like this is any of your business! We broke up, we’re done, I don’t… I don’t want to talk, Jon! Just leave it alone.”

“Nancy…” he reaches out, and Nancy takes a step back. Barb appears between them in an instant, and his hand passes right through her. He jumps, swearing and turning pale. Nancy feels herself gasp, feeling warm for the first time in days in that split second before he pulls back.

He watches her silently, with those big eyes she’s always been weak to. She doesn’t have anything to say to him, or maybe she has too much to say. Either way, she gets in her car silently, driving off and leaving him standing in the rearview.

For once, she doesn’t startle when Barb jumps into existence in the front seat.

“Byers, huh?” She asks, something like humor in her voice. She always sounds distant now, like she’s underwater, or whispering from across a field. But Nancy understands what she’s saying. She always will. 

Barb sighs when she doesn’t answer. “At least his brother’s alive, I guess.”

That makes Nancy laugh, a harsh cackle that would make her jump if it came out of someone else. “Yeah,” she agrees, speaking to the ghost of her best friend for the first time, “At least Will’s alive.”

It’s not like having Barb back. Not really.

She’s bitter, and angry, and she screams and yells and cries all the time. Sweeps her arm across Nancy’s desk like she’s trying to break something, and only gets angrier when she can’t. Yells at Nancy sometimes, which she knows she deserves.

There’s the blame for her death of course, which is nothing new. She’s been having nightmares about that for years. But then there’s the other stuff. The weird questions, like, “Why did you bring me back? Why couldn’t you let it be?”

When she asks about it, all she gets is Barb turning away from her.

“Nancy? Naaaaaaancy. Nance, are you listening to me?”

She turns her head and almost shrieks to see Robin staring at her, almost nose to nose. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for, like, forever minutes,” she complains.

Nancy looks at Steve. “It was, like, forever,” he confirms, staring at her intensely. “You okay, Nance?”

 Eddie rolls his eyes. “It’s been thirty seconds,” he deadpans.

Robin flops onto the floor. “Forever.”

“I’m starting to think getting you guys high was a mistake.”

“You say that every time. It’s not even your weed.” Steve yanks the dying bud out of his hand, taking a drag that has to be mostly ash at this point and putting it out on the ashtray. They don’t do this often, or at least Nancy doesn’t join them often. She’s not fond of the floaty feeling the weed gives her, preferring alcohol if she’s not going to be sober. But Eddie asked her to come, and Steve and Robin prefer having more people around if they’re going to get high. Something about what the Russians gave them.

She hasn’t seen Jonathan here since they broke up, but she thinks that’s less about them not inviting him and more about everyone trying to give them both space. 

Nancy’s gaze has already wandered back to Barb. It’s been a quiet day today, which makes her nervous for tomorrow. But at least during quiet days she can seem semi-normal in front of her friends.

“Nancy? Seriously, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she tells Steve, not bothering to look away from Barb. She looks from Nancy to Steve, this new, older Steve she’s seeing for the first time, and pretends to gag herself on a finger. The pool water that never stops coming out of her mouth splatters silently on the floor. Nancy doesn’t laugh. 

“Hey.” Steve moves in front of her, slightly wobbly as he sits cross legged across from her. She can barely see Barb past his hair. “Yanno, Jonathan asked about you.”

“What?” That breaks her from her trance.

“Yeah, he said he was worried about you. I asked him why he was asking me and not you, but he said you didn’t want to talk about it. But he was, like, really worried Nance. So, like, is everything alright?”

“Do you ever dream about dead people?” She blurts out.

All three of them go completely silent, staring at her. She laughs nervously. “Never mind! Never mind, that’s weird. Wow, why did I ask that? I think I took too many hits. Where’s your bathroom?”

“I mean,” Eddie says, after Steve doesn’t answer, “I dream about Chrissy all the time. How could I not? Shit was a real life nightmare, of course it made its way into my dreams.”

Steve shakes himself. “I guess I dream about Billy, but that’s different. I mean, it’s still a nightmare, but it’s not like…” his hand drifts unconsciously to the faint scar on his forehead. “It’s not about the Upside-Down, I guess. It’s not the same as my other nightmares.”

“I have dreams where people die all the time,” Robin declares, scooching herself across the floor until she can lay in Steve’s lap. “They suck.”

“Yeah, but are any of the dreams ever…weird to you guys? Like they’re not normal nightmares? Like they’re there all the time, just staring at you, and you try to reach for them but you never can?” She asks desperately.

The three of them look at each other, and shake their heads.

“Cool,” Nancy says, palms sweating. “Me neither.”

It’s raining when Mike storms into her room while Nancy is trying (and failing) to do college prep. “What is wrong with you?”

Barb starts laughing, a gurgling, chilling sound that Nancy heard once and made her summarily decide to never make a joke again. 

“What are you talking about?” She asks, eyes flitting between Mike and Barb. “Get out!”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he accuses. “You’re not even looking at me!”

“Maybe I just don’t want to see your dumb face.”

“Fuck off!”

“Michael!” Their mother hollers. 

He rolls his eyes. “Ugh, sorry!”

#stranger things fanfic #nancy wheeler #barbara holland #ghost barbara holland #nancy's gbf au #barbs got JOKES in this frankly nancy should have laughed at them smh #the idea of barb coming back somehow to see how nancy has changed since she died is so intriguing to me #in my mind vecna dying released the spirits he was holding and somehow nancy's freshly reawakened regrets were so strong she like #summoned barb somehow instead of letting her rest or whatever #so thats what barb means when she asks nancy why she couldn't let her go #this doesn't happen with anyone else bc uhhhhh reasons. i am no longer taking questions at this time #or maybe max is going through the same thing #OHHHHH THAT WOUD BE SO FUN TO WRITE I LOVE NANCY AND MAX PARALLELS

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Hell Hath No Fury (7/?)

I’m so glad you all enjoyed the last chapter! It was about time they had a real discussion about her mom’s case…and they left no secrets between them. Castle’s secret about Smith bothered me in season 4, and Beckett didn’t have to hide a confession here, so it really seemed like he COULDN’T keep a secret like that from her in this case.

Beckett really earned her character growth by being willing to put the case down…at least temporarily until she has a real lead AND telling him she wants him with her when she gets justice for her mom is huge for her. It means she won’t run blindly alone into the battle next time…she’ll go with him. That’s really, really huge for her regarding her mom’s case. The way I see it, the emotional epiphany she had hanging off the roof at the end of “Always” is the same emotional epiphany she had here in this story with Castle being shot and almost dying…so that’s where she’s at in her head space right now.

To everyone who has read and reviewed, thank you so much! I really love interacting with all of you and try my best to thank everyone who I can. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story! I think we’ve all earned some fun and fluff for a little bit. This chapter starts right where the last one left off.

I still don’t own Castle.

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They remained on the back porch after their conversation, enjoying the ocean breeze, each lost in their own thoughts. Instead of pulling her hand from his, Beckett laced her fingers with his after a few moments, silently creating a more intimate gesture than one simply of comfort or friendship.

For the first time in a long time, the silence between them was comfortable; sure, they hadn’t talked about their relationship…or subtext…or whatever was happening between them, but that would come in time. Right now they both just felt the relief from the weight that was her mother’s case and everything it brought with it lifting; they both felt like they could breathe a little easier.

Castle was the one to break the silence first, his thumb gently drawing small circles on her hand. “How do you feel about Chinese?” he asked softly.

“Hmm?” she turned her gaze to him as his voice brought her out of her thoughts. The feel of his thumb stroking her skin had sent her mind down a path she hadn’t allowed it to travel much until recently…a path where she couldn’t help but think how his thumb might stroke other parts of her body, and she had no desire to stop it right now.

He smiled slightly. “For dinner? There’s a great Chinese place I can order from. It’s almost as good as the Chinese you get in the city.”

Dinner. Right. “Sounds good,” she returned his smile.

Nodding, he released her hand and took her empty coffee cup. “I’ll go order,” he started. Seeing her make a move to follow him, he gently stopped her. “Why don’t you wait out here, and when I’m done, I’ll come back out and we can watch the sunset while we wait for the food? It’s a pretty spectacular view over the ocean if you’ve never seen one.”

“Sure,” she agreed, watching him disappear inside. Once he was gone, she ran her hands over her face and through her hair. Watching the sunset together sounded incredibly…romantic. She wasn’t sure if that had been his intention when he’d suggested it, but if he wanted to try to romance her, she had decided to let him. She wanted this, wanted him, and though she was still trying to find the courage to tell him that in so many words, she certainly wouldn’t stop any advances on his part in the meantime. She found herself wondering if she just dropped some hints maybe he would pick up on the subtext and they could find their footing that way, because doing this…a real relationship where she would be completely and totally all in…was not something Kate Beckett was comfortable with, nor knew how to do.

He interrupted her thoughts once more as he rejoined her, having exchanged their coffee mugs for glasses of wine. “My doctor said 1 glass a day is all I’m allowed right now. I would rather have it here with you at sunset than save it for dinner,” he explained softly, offering her one of the glasses.

“Thank you,” she responded, her voice just as soft as his as she took the glass, looking down after a moment with an almost shy smile.

Though she looked exactly like the Detective Beckett he was used to, he realized the woman standing with him now was all Kate…she was soft and shy and even more beautiful that he’d ever realized. He had known Beckett for 3 years, and he’d thought he loved her; but now, he couldn’t wait to get to know and fall in love with Kate.

She sipped her wine slowly, content to just share the moment silently with him. It was like neither one of them knew just what to say. They both knew they had to eventually talk about their relationship, what they were doing…but neither seemed brave enough to risk what they had yet either.

Once again, it was Castle who broke the silence. “My mother told me how you were there for Alexis the day I was shot,” he started softly.

Her eyes jerked to his at the mention of that day, the memories of how scared she’d been came flooding back. Instinctively she moved her body closer to where he was standing until she was close enough to slip her arm around his waist. She just needed to reassure herself that he was really still here. “I knew better than anyone how she was feeling at the time; I wasn’t going to let

her go through it alone and have her spiral out of control the way I did for awhile,” she told him quietly, her eyes focused on the wine in her glass.

He turned his body more into her, drawing her closer in the process. “You have no idea how much it means to me that you did that for her despite what I know you must have been going through.”

She looked up to meet his eyes, offering him a small smile. “I did promise you that if something happened to you, I would watch out for her. I don’t break my promises.”

Reaching out, he gently pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. “I know you don’t,” he agreed softly. “But still…thank you.”

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth slightly as his fingers brushed her cheek. “You’re welcome,” she murmured, her eyes locking on his. “I didn’t just do it for you, though. I care about them too,” she admitted, finally breaking the eye contact as she took another sip of wine.

He smiled at her words. “I do know that, yes,” he nodded.

“This view is beautiful,” she looked back at the sun setting over the ocean as she tried to steer the conversation away from talk of his shooting.

“Yeah, it is,” he commented, his eyes never leaving her. His tone let her know the view he was referencing was not the same one as her.

Turning back to him, her cheeks flushed slightly. “Yeah, well you’re still on pain medication, so I’m not sure how reliable your opinion is at the moment,” she tried to joke. But she knew he’d always been attracted to her; no amount of pain medication was going to influence that.

“I’m not on as many pain meds as you think I am. If I were, I wouldn’t have been able to have any wine,” he pointed out. “You are beautiful, Kate,” he continued softly.

She noted his word choice. Beautiful. Every other time he had complimented her appearance, he’d use words like gorgeous or hot or sexy...words of desire, lust. But beautiful carried other implications with it, she knew, and he was a writer…his word choice was intentional. Beautiful was a word for love, not lust. “Rick…” she breathed softly.

He smiled at the way she used his first name. He slowly leaned in, giving her ample opportunity to back away if she wasn’t ready for his advances. When she didn’t, he smiled a little more as he moved closer. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, the doorbell rang, signalling their dinner had arrived, and he sighed, dropping his head at the universe interrupting them…again.

“You should get that…” she murmured, but she’d made no move to back out of his personal space.

“Yeah,” he sighed again, taking a step back from her and heading inside to get their delivery order.

It took Kate another moment to compose herself, draining the rest of the wine in her glass in the process before following him inside to meet him in the kitchen.

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Dinner had been easy and comfortable between them; they’d shared meals before, both at the precinct and on occasion elsewhere. They were above all else friends first, and could easily have intelligent and pleasant conversations that went nowhere near the romantic boundaries that had started to blur outside earlier.

He gave her a tour of the main level after they’d put away the leftovers, his hand moving to find hers easily. He’d decided as long as her earlier permissions weren’t going to be revoked, he was going to take advantage of them. When they got to his office, he couldn’t help but grin as he watched her drawn to all the books he had lining his shelves, and he was reminded once again how much he truly loved her brilliant mind. “You’re welcome in here and can borrow any book you like whenever you want,” he perched on the edge of his desk, watching her.

She looked over her shoulder with a genuine smile before selecting a book, mostly to mess with him at this point. “Even if I want to read James Patterson?” she asked, holding up a copy of one of the Women’s Murder Club books with a teasing smile.

“Well I don’t know why you’d want to read Patterson when I have written over 20 best selling mystery novels, but sure,” he chuckled.

Her smile grew a little more as she moved closer to where he was still perched against his desk. “I don’t know. There’s just something about Patterson…he just does it for me. Hit’s the spot, you know?” she had dropped her voice to a huskier tone as she moved in closer until she was standing in front of him.

His eyes darkened slightly as he caught the innuendo in her words, and he reached out to grab her hips, tugging her closer until she was between his knees. Taking the Patterson novel from her hands, he placed it on the desk behind him. “I promise you, anything he writes that you think hits the spot, I can write better,” he said lowly. “You’ve read Heat Wave. I think page 105 more than proved I know how to hit your...spot,” he added arching an eyebrow pointedly, his word choice very intentional.

She swallowed hard, both from the way her body was reacting to the close proximity as well as

his words. “I don’t know…that sex scene didn’t really do much for me…” she countered, arching an eyebrow back at him. She leaned in closer, her breath teasing his ear as she reached behind him to grab the book he’d taken from her hands. “I think I’m just going to stick with Patterson for now,” she whispered in a low tone by his ear much the way she had after their very first case. “Goodnight, Castle,” she smiled, stepping back from him then and walking out of his office to head to bed, again, much the same way she’d walked away from him after their very first case.

He was left to stare after her, completely confused how she had played him so easily again, especially when he'd been convinced he had the upper hand this time. He shook his head with a grin. Kate Beckett should come with a warning label, he found himself thinking before pushing himself off his desk and making his way toward his bedroom.

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Kate started to stir from her sleep when she felt sun hitting her face, but she refused to open her eyes yet. Between the pain medicine for her ribs, the wine and the ridiculously comfortable mattress in Castle’s guest room, she’d had the best night of sleep she’d had since before the shooting. She snuggled a little deeper into the covers, but as she did so, got a whiff of coffee and bacon close by…closer than it should have been considering the kitchen was downstairs. Her eyes snapped open and she saw an older gentleman in a suit and tie standing in her room, arranging a breakfast tray on the desk by the window. “Uh…hi?” she murmured, very confused at this point.

“Good morning, Miss Beckett,” the gentleman greeted her in a proper English accent. “Mr. Castle suggested I bring your breakfast up to you since you slept in this morning.”

She just looked at him, not sure which aspect of this entire scenario she was more shocked by. “I’m sorry, Mr. Castle didn’t mention you,” she shook her head.

The older gentleman gave her a small smile. “I apologize, Ma’am. I assumed he told you to expect me this morning. I’m Alfred. Mr. Castle hired me as his personal butler for the summer.”

She bit back the laugh that threatened to escape at the name…because of course Castle would hire an English butler named Alfred…and nodded. “I see. Well, Alfred, thank you for the breakfast. And please, call me Kate.”

“You’re welcome, Ma’am. Once you’re finished, let me know and I’ll come remove the tray for you. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask.” The older gentleman finished arranging her breakfast tray and then left without another word, closing the door quietly behind him.

She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and sent a text to Castle.

You seriously hired a butler named Alfred? Did he come as a package deal with a Batman suit?

She felt a little ridiculous sending him the text since he was just downstairs, but she wasn’t sure if he was taking it easy in bed like he was supposed to be doing or not. And he’d had his butler bring her up breakfast; she was going to enjoy it before leaving the room. Getting up from the bed caused her ribs to protest slightly, but not as badly as she’d expected. She headed to the bathroom before checking out the breakfast tray, and when she came back, she saw the text message back from Castle.

I know, isn’t it great? Sadly there is no Batman suit; alas, I will just have to be Bruce Wayne.

She laughed out loud and shook her head reading his message. He actually reminded her a lot of Bruce Wayne…millionaire by day who worked to help put away some of New York’s toughest criminals as a side gig.

Bruce Wayne gets the girls.

Tossing her phone back on her bed, she moved to examine the breakfast tray she’d been brought. There was an omelette, some bacon, fresh fruit, orange juice and coffee. Seeing a small vase with a single red rose in it on the corner of the tray made her smile. She wasn’t sure whether Castle had instructed his butler to include a rose on the tray, but she assumed he did have something to do with it, and that thought made her smile more; he was trying to impress her, to romance her, and that gave her butterflies. She moved the vase with the rose to her nightstand before returning to the tray to enjoy her breakfast with a spectacular view of the beach.

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I really hope you guys liked this chapter. I felt like this was a natural stopping point for it, and I also wasn’t sure Castle and Beckett could handle anymore innuendo and tension that I put them through for the moment.

As always, I love to hear your thoughts and comments! I did warn some of you guys in my responses back that it would still be a slow burn…

#caskett #castle #kate beckett #richard castle #beckett #caskett fanfiction #castle fanfiction

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Miraculous’s problems with how they try to redeem characters.

Nathalie Sancoeur/Mayura

Nathalie has known about Gabriel being a terrorist since the beginning. She has aided him. She willingly allowed Gabriel to akumatize her. She has kept secrets from Adrien. She murdered Senti Ladybug.

Nathalie’s redeeming qualities is that She treats People a little better than how Gabriel treats them.

To try to redeem her, the writers first made her have problems in the hopes that she’d get audience sympathy. They made her get sick from using a broken miraculous and confirm that she’ll die if she isn’t healed. They made her have unrequited feelings for Gabriel and possibly Emilie. Then, They made Nathalie and Gabriel fight and have Tomoe replace her as Gabriel’s main partner in crime.

The problems here is that Nathalie’s “Redemption” isn’t much of a redemption and She gets a happy ending. (Unless something happens in the future seasons) Nathalie’s crimes are left undiscovered.

Nathalie has done and will continue to do little to make up for her villainous behavior.

Gabriel Agreste/Monarch

Gabriel Agreste is literally the big bad. He’s a abusive parent, a terrorist, a brainwasher, kept secrets from Adrien and he’s made death threats. He just gets worse as the series goes on. I do wonder what exactly he would have done if he had succeeded in getting the Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses in the beginning because a lot of his lines imply that he fully intends to continue being a terrorist even if he gets Emilie back.

There is literally nothing redeemable about him other than the classic “Even Evil people have loved ones”.

Gabriel’s “Redemption” is how when he gets his wish, he sacrifices himself because he’s dying anyway to save Nathalie and possibly Nathalie.

In the new world, He has a almost 100 % approval rating because everyone except Marinette seems to have completely forgot about his bad behavior. Instead, They believe that He’s a Hero that had stopped Hawk Moth/Shadow Moth/Monarch.

The problems is After everything that he did, He doesn’t deserve to be remembered as a Hero. Especially when they believe he defeated himself. Marinette should at least tell Adrien what he did.

Felix Fathom/Argos

Felix has been mean, showed signs of speciesism, stalked, kidnapped, impersonated Adrien, stole and more. Felix gave the majority of the miraculouses and One of the Rings that control Adrien to Gabriel, knowing that Gabriel’s a terrorist. There’s also how he harassed Marinette and wanted everyone except a select few to disappear. Felix also kept secrets from Adrien.

Just like with Gabriel, Felix’s only redeeming quality is the whole “Even Evil has loved ones” thing.

To try to redeem him, Felix was retconned into being a Senti Rights person. (although Adrien appears to be a exception) Felix began dating Kagami, who we all know would scold and beat him up if He continues causing trouble. Colt was said to have been abusive as a explanation/excuse for why Felix is crazy. (What happened to the shows message of “Trauma is a explanation, not a excuse”? )

In The Season 5 ending, Felix’s crimes are forgiven and/or forgotten and he gets to keep the Peacock Miraculous.

The problems here is that Felix and Kagami got together much too quickly. Felix should not be with a Character that’s Good unless He’s behaved himself and regrets his bad behavior for a while, which he hadn’t. Felix has literally stalked and kidnapped her in the same Episode they got together in. Felix at this point, only likes Kagami because she’s a senti and on Kagami’s end, She might be projecting her feelings for Adrien and possibly Marinette onto Felix.

Another problem is Felix expresses very little remorse for his bad behavior and does very little to make up for it.

Mayor Andre Bourgeois

Andre has allowed Chloe to misbehave for years. Andre is a bad mayor.

To try to redeem him, The Writers first introduced Zoe and “reveal” that Andre never wanted to be a Mayor. Then, The Writers had Andre refuse to send Zoe away. Finally The Writers have Andre quit being Mayor, divorce Audrey while giving her full custody of Chloe and adopt Zoe while saying She’s his favorite.

Andre’s ending is basically having a Fresh Start but with Zoe as his daughter instead of Chloe.

The Problems here is that how Andre treats Chloe and Zoe isn’t right. Andre doesn’t take responsibility for how he raised Chloe. Instead, he decides that Chloe will stay with her abusive mother. Andre could’ve easily started giving Chloe more boundaries or send her somewhere that knows how to deal with people like her. Andre has no grounds to adopt Zoe. Zoe’s in her teens and What about Mr. Lee?

Sabrina Raincomprix/Miss Hound

Sabrina and Chloe have been friends for years. Unlike Adrien, Sabrina never had a problem with Chloe’s bullying and has sometimes been shown to enjoy the bullying. Sabrina does Chloe’s homework for her. Sabrina has remained friends with Chloe even after Chloe willingly worked with Gabriel.

To try to redeem her, The writers sometimes show her as a Docile but Nice girl. As well as have Chloe treat her terribly to try to get her sympathy. Then, in Season 5 Sabrina becomes frustrated with Chloe and judging from some clips, Sabrina appears to help Marinette expose Chloe and Lila.

Sabrina’s ending is getting to keep the Dog Miraculous and her friendship with Chloe is over.

The problems here is Why on earth did Sabrina not mind Chloe’s bullying? Her father is literally a police officer, Surely He would raise his daughter to dislike rule breakers? Plus Just like Nathalie, Felix and Gabriel, She doesn’t deserve what she got.

In Total, in every single one of these, Their Redemptions are all “Too Little, Too Late” and in most of their cases, “Went Too Far” to deserve their endings.

The writers appear to mostly just write the story as they go along and they are really bad at writing proper endings and/or redemptions.

Plus Thomas Astruc hates Chloe and Felix which comes out in the show. In his debut, Felix was deliberately made to be as nasty as possible. Chloe’s father and best friend get officially redeemed in the narrative by cutting off ties with her. Chloe’s the only villain/antagonist without a good ending in Season 5.

#miraculous spoilers #miraculous critical

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Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb: Get lost in the newest fantasy from the author of A Hunger of Thorns, on a beguiling journey behind the closed doors of a sinister secret society. Featuring a steamy enemies-to-lovers romance and a fight for the witching world that will get your heart racing.

Merry doesn’t need a happily-ever-after. Her life in the charming, idyllic town of Candlecott is fine just as it is. Simple, happy, and with absolutely no magic. Magic only ever leads to trouble.

But Merry’s best friend, Teddy, is joining the Toadmen—a secret society who specialize in backward thinking and suspiciously supernatural traditions—and Merry is determined to stop him. Even if it means teaming up with the person she hates most: her academic archnemesis, Caraway Boswell, an ice-cold snob who hides his true face under a glamour.

An ancient Toad ritual is being held in the sinister Deeping Fen, and if Merry doesn’t rescue Teddy before it’s finished, she’ll lose him forever. But the Toadmen have been keeping dangerous secrets, and so has Caraway. The farther Merry travels into Deeping Fen’s foul waters, the more she wonders if she’s truly come to save her friend . . . or if she’s walking straight into a trap.

There’s nothing the Toadmen love more than a damsel  in distress.

Review:

Three childhood friends whose lives are turned upside down when one of them joins a dark magical cult and the secrets between them all begin to fracture their relationships. Merry loves her life in her idyllic town of Candlecott. She's happy to be with her two best friends, Sol and Teddy, but there's only one thing she doesn't enjoy about her town... the Toadmen- a secret society that is strictly men only and specializes in using illegal dark magic. Merry's world is turned upside down when Teddy, her friend and the boy she's in love with, joins the Toadmen and is determined to be part of their society. She's willing to do anything to get him out, even if it means working with her academic archnemesis, Caraway Boswell, a handsome ice-cold snob who suddenly has asked her to help him. Merry wants to rescue Teddy before it's too late, yet the more she learns about the secret society the larger the danger to her becomes. It also doesn't help that she's beginning to fall for Caraway and that despite all the lies he keeps telling, she can't help but feel a connection to him. Everything she thought she knew about Caraway is wrong but when his truth finally comes out, can she still love him... and will she choose between Teddy, the boy she loves who left her and Caraway, the boy she hated who has protected her and drawn her in. The Toadmen want magic... and Merry's secret gift of being able to see witch magic means she's their new target in their dark ceremony... can she rescue those she loves before it's too late or will she end up as the next sacrifice? This was definitely a young adult fantasy and I felt that Merry read as if she were 16 years old. she's young and naive, headstrong, and she cares about things strongly. I did enjoy Caraway as a character and liked the twists and turns to his story. The lore of the Toadmen and the magic system in this world was definitely a unique one and I felt that fans of nature/fairytale-esque cult stories would enjoy this book.

*Thanks Netgalley and Random House Children's | Delacorte Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #book #deep in the fen

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21:25

“Care to join me for a midnight stroll around the gardens, my lady?” Hyunjin asked, plucking two glasses from the passing waiter and passing one to you.

“Without a chaperone? What a scandal!” You giggled as you hooked your arm in his. “Lead the way, Your Grace.”

Once outside you finally took a deep breath.

“Is everything alright?”

“I am quite fine,” you replied bluntly, “just…tired of the ton and how stifling it can be. This is merely my first season and yet I’ve found it so stressful.”

“And yet you have been so graceful throughout.” Hyunjin stated. “You’re the diamond of the season, an honour from the queen herself.”

“But what good is a diamond without any courters?” You rebutted. “Poor Mama is beside herself. Papa keeps having to remind her that we are still getting only mid way through the season, but she frets so.”

“What does Minho think?” He asked, inquiring of your older brother and one of his closest friends.

At that, you scoffed. “Minho seems quite sure that we are overreacting for no good reason. I’m not quite sure why, but he acts and talks as if I will be married before the season ends. He seems rather confident in his belief.”

“Well,” Hyunjin stepped closer, eyes gleaming with a secret you did not know. “Maybe he knows something that you do not.

Rolling your eyes, you continued. “Regardless, it is rather tiring to deal with. Having to maintain a perfect composure when outside, and then convincing Mama that I am not the one with the issue.” Taking a long sip from your glass, you turned towards Hyunjin. “What about you, Your Grace?”

Your question made him freeze. “What about me?”

“You’ve left everyone in anticipation this season. Even Lady Whistledown admits that she is not sure what game you are playing.”

“Even the great Lady Whistledown herself?” He laughed softly to himself. “Goodness, what an accomplishment. Pray tell, what game have I been playing.”

“You know very well what I am referring to, Hyunjin.” Seeing his blank gaze, you shook your head and continued. “At the start of the season, you declared your intention to be wed by the time the season was over. Yet here we find ourselves mid-season, with the mamas of the ton simply throwing their daughters at your feet, but you have not called on a single one.”

“Oh but that’s where you are wrong.” He wagged his finger at you. “I have been calling on one daily. True, it may not have been in the most traditional sense, and she may not have realised it yet, but I have already decided on who I wish to marry. That is, if she’ll have me of course.”

“Well what good is that Your Grace?” You questioned. “I would have never imagined you as one to play games of the heart. This is quite unlike you.”

“Love does have a strange effect on one and their way of thinking.” he nodded in agreement, “which is why I have decided to make my intentions clear to her today.”

Feeling jealousy bubble up in your chest, you cleared your throat. “Then I will not take up anymore of your time, Your Grace. I know that whichever fortunate lady it is in the ball will be truly blessed. For all your faults and dramatics,” you paused to giggle at the glare he threw at you, “you are a good man. You will make a fine husband, and a wonderful father someday in the future.” You finished, voice wobbling as your emotions threatened to make themselves known. “I will take my leave now. Good night, Your Grace, and best of luck.” You curtsied and started to walk away, when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“The lady that I am talking about…” Hyunjin turned you around fully, “she is not inside right now.” He slowly took your hand.

“Hyunjin?” You could feel your heart beat in your chest, the implications of what he meant finally hitting you. Why his visits to your house had turned from occasional to daily, why he always brought you a bouquet of your favourite flowers. “Your Grace, what are you saying?”

“That she is not in there, because she is out here with me.” You heard your own breath catch as he took both your hands in his. “She is you, Y/N. And I am yours, if you’ll have me.”

#fanfic #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x poc reader #stray kids x woc reader #x black reader #x woc reader #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin imagine #hwang hyunjin x black reader #hwang hyunjin x poc reader #bridgerton #bridgerton au #lost at sea 🌊