#i could go on and on about how many fucking boxes he ticks but i honestly hate that shit. i know how autism works and that bitch is autisti

[sleepyangelkami]

MAKE IT BETTER e.williams

☆ WORD COUNT - 2.7K

ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - patrol gone wrong, bumping into the wrong people and landing yourself in a situation where you can do nothing but cry and hope that your girlfriend and saviour can make everything better. her empty promises remain unsure on whether she can truly fix it or not.

☆ WARNINGS - guns, violence, blood, gunshot wound, angst, crying, swearing, gore, use of pet names, tinsey mention of smut (blink n it's gone), use of 'good girl' but not in a sexual way, intended lower case, happy ending guys dw!! nothing I write is ever proofread 🩷

your pants were heavy, blood gushing between your finger tips as your breaths heaved and your eyes blinked.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

your girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. weird, she was with you possibly five minutes ago. you had gotten separated when you needed her the most, as soon as she left your line of view, everything turned to shit. your wound bled at an alarming pace, blood oozing out between your fingers which desperately hung to your side in attempts to soothe it.

"where are you?" came the voice of a man, the man in which that had impaled your stomach with his knife already. there was no way you could escape him. he was too fast, too slick, too sly. "you can hide all you want but that wound is gonna slow you down." his voice sounded almost playful, as if he were having fun. perhaps he was, perhaps this was his idea of a good time. "i'm gonna find you eventually..." you could hear his footsteps walking around. "that's okay, i like a good chase."

the thought of him winning, grabbing a hold of you and doing whatever it was he was going to do, your stomach churned. you felt dizzy, partially at the thought, partially due to the blood around your stomach.

how did you even end up here?

"please, els." you were begging now, eyes big and glossy. how could ellie refuse? if there was one thing ellie could call a 'weakness' though she refused she had any, it was you.

she sighed, rolling her eyes. "sweetheart, why do you wanna come on patrol with me?" patrol could mean many things. it could mean going to each checkpoint and ticking off the boxes that there was no suspicious activity while holding hands and skipping. it could mean fighting a bunch of clickers while you yelled and stumbled about. ellie particularly hated taking down zombies when you were around. you were bashful, clumsy. sure, she loved you more than anything in the world but that was just it. she loved you so she didn't take her eyes off you, making sure you were safe rather than taking down the stalker running at her. sometimes, patrol meant being bent over one of the tables in the station, taking her strap like the good girl you were. patrols were never the same.

whatever would come of this patrol, you didn't care for there was only one thing on your mind. "wanna spend time with you." snuggling up against her.

as the air grew colder, you grew needier. there was nothing you loved more than being able to spend time with your lover especially in the cold winters of jackson. whether that was on patrol or snuggled together in your bed, you just wanted her.

her lips had pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, smiling into your hair. "you're cute." you were naive, you knew it but you had ellie williams wrapped around your little finger. and she'd never know.

you stuck your head out from her chest, big grin dancing on your lips. "so can i go?" excitement bubbling in your chest. you hated it when ellie left you alone to go on patrol. more often than not you'd spend your time cooped up in the house, alone. ellie had begged dina and jesse to come get you multiple times, bring you outside for some fresh air or simply join you in the company of your home. but it didn't matter if jesus himself walked into your living room. as long as your girlfriend was away at patrol, you were a pouting mess. which is why you often opted for being alone. you would hate to think that you were making dina and jesse sad.

she rolled her eyes, lips turning up at their corners. "I guess, you can." and she heard that squeal that erupted from you, giggling as you jumped up and down. she could only roll her eyes again, though her smile was growing wider. she loved the days when you smiled, she hated the days when you cried. "c'mon, baby, we gotta go find your scarf." the white one in which has been lost for months now.

"you're not gonna find it." you shook your head as she searched the room, you had seated yourself up on the desk, legs dangling as your tongue danced across the lollipop between your fingers. when ellie said 'we have to find' she really means 'i' for she wouldn't dare let you lift a finger. if she had it her way, she'd be the one holding the lollipop to your mouth.

"yeah?" sticking her head out from the box she had been searching. her hair was sticking up in all directions. she left for patrol early in the morning, there was no point looking then. "why not?"

you shrugged your shoulders, tongue swirling around to taste the strawberry. " 's not gonna be there, been lookin' for ages." when you 'looked' for things, you barely skimmed, standing up and eyes bouncing off every wall in the room. you'd have given up in seconds.

there was a smirk dancing on her lips as her feet moved her to where you sat on the desk. her fingers reached up, taking the lollipop from your hold. "maybe you haven't been looking hard enough, angel." her tongue fell onto the strawberry sweet, swirling around. you stared,  hypnotised. there was something about the way she carried herself, that small, almost hidden smirk and the way she spoke. it made your stomach do cartwheels. but as you watched her tongue swirl around the lollipop that was only in between your lips a second ago, you found your thighs clenching together. how was it that she was the only one who made you feel this way? when she passed it back to you, your eyes were still strained on her lips and the little freckles above it, your stomach swooned and your head suddenly felt rather ditzy. you couldn't pull your eyes away from her lips. until, that was, she pulled out the scarf from behind her back. "found it." she spoke, before her lips met your own.

the lollipop wasn't the only thing you sucked that night (i'm so sorry)

you heaved out breaths, unsure of what to do. your brows were knit together in worry. "come on, angel, make this easy for me, won't you?" you squeezed your eyes shut closed. you wanted to be home by the fire with ellie, you wanted to be away from this man that made your hands shake and your stomach bleed.

you were sat behind a flipped over car, hands practically vibrating from how much they were shaking. where was ellie? you had lost sight of her ages ago, right before a knife had been plunged into your stomach. you didn't scream then, you wondered if she even knew you had been stabbed.

the man knew you were here, he hadn't seen ellie yet. you hadn't seen him at first, thinking the checkpoint was clear. it wasn't until your girlfriend grasped the edge of your scarf, bringing you down to crouch behind a wall with her that you realised you were not alone. when a bottle knocked over, he realised he wasn't alone either.

you were supposed to stay put, wait until ellie snuck up and attacked him before finding her. but you got worried, your stomach churned and your lip had been bitten raw. it had been too long since you'd seen her and you were beginning to get worried. you made the stupid choice of leaving your hiding space to go find her. now, you were sat with your hands holding the wound that you knew was your own fault.

"come out and i'll go easy." he was going to kill you, if the wound in your stomach didn't. your breaths began to get even more laboured. you didn't want to die. you still had so much you wanted to do. you couldn't die, not now, not because of him. the air grew silent, his foot steps stopped. somehow, it seemed even more scary when you couldn't tell where he was. you held one bloody hand over your mouth, covering it so he couldn't hear you breathe. the air was thick and your head turned, barely peaking over the edge of the car. you turned back, a face right next to you. "found you."

a scream fell from your lips, a blood curdling scream as you snatched your hand away.

you tried to run, thrashing against him as you made a swift exit. he grasped your wrist and despite the knife in your stomach, you kicked your leg upwards, hitting him right in the balls (dina had taught you well) it stumped him for a second and you barely managed to move away.

he let you think you could be free, he didn't allow the thought to last too long though. his hand reached out and grasped a hold of your leg, sending you flying to the ground.

you fell, knife piercing your stomach further. it hadn't been too deep earlier, but now? you were sure you were already dead. you didn't scream but your mouth was open, breaths falling irregularly. you wouldn't have been able to turn around until he flipped you over, he'd climbed on top of you.

he held another knife, pressing it against your tear stained cheek as he grinned. "I really did a number on you, didn't I angel?" his fingers danced on the top of the knife in your stomach. you almost wished he'd stick it in further and simply put you out of your misery. "how about i end this and just―"

it had ended, alright.

you watched as an arrow pierced straight through his scull, bloody edge sitting right between your eyes, not grazing your skin. his own mouth fell open, as yours had only he had been unlucky enough to not be able to close it. his eyes rolled back to the back of his head and his body slid off of yours.

crying, you managed to sit yourself up, back against the mossy wall, the knife was plunged in deep, your hands covered in blood, as was your face. "angel?" her voice was sweet and concerned, nothing alike his cold, teasing one. "shit, shit!"

"ellie?" you practically babbled, hands holding the knife. "hurts."

"i know, i know." despite her rushed tone, she still sounded so comforting. "you're gonna be okay, i'm right here, baby." and you almost believed her until you took notice of just how bloody your hands were. it was a deep red, coating every inch of them, you stared at them, unable to move. "can i have this?" she was already unwrapping the white scarf from across your neck. "thank you, sweetheart, you're doing so good." her words would have made your heart swell if it weren't for the fact that your eyes could barely stay open. "I have to take it out, okay?"

your eyes suddenly went wide, as if they hadn't been sleepy at all. you shook your head, tears falling rapidly. "els, no." a whimper falling from your lips. "don't wanna, please." you would have begged her not to. but you knew it wasn't fair. she was trying to help you, she had to help you but you didn't want her to rip the knife from your stomach.

"i know, baby but i have to." she moved you so that you fell limp against her shoulder. the knife twisted in your stomach. "hold my hand, there you go." your hand was in her own, holding it hard. "you can squeeze as hard as you want, okay? ready? three, two―" you cried into her shoulder, holding her hand so hard it might have fallen off if it weren't for the fact that she was holding on just as hard. "good girl, good girl, you did so well, see? it's done, it's over."

she used the scarf to tie around your waist, tightening it so she could keep the pressure. you watched as the red blood soaked the white fabric. " 'm gonna die, aren't i?" babbling as you cried into her shoulder, you couldn't pull your eyes from the blood that left your stomach. though, the pain had dulled and your eyes were heavy. "don' wanna die."

"hey, hey, look at me." your face sat between her palms as she looked into your eyes, comfort leaking into your heart as soon as she did so. "you're not gonna die, alright? you're gonna be fine, els' gonna make it all better, won't she?" speaking about herself in third person as if she wasn't right there.

you nodded, salty tears falling down your cheeks. "you're gonna make it better." you nodded to yourself, eyes opening and closing heavily.

"yeah, yeah i'm gonna make it all better. stay awake, baby, come on, open those pretty eyes f'me." but as much as she willed you to, your eyes couldn't stop fluttering open and closed, heavily blinking at her. "you're gonna be just fine, hold on, baby."

you didn't register when she hauled you onto shimmer, turning you so that your body was limp against her front, head leaning against her chest. you didn't register much actually. the pain dulled and the girl continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. but you couldn't hear now, too caught up in the ringing and how bright the sky seemed to be. your eyes were scrunched shut, head in her chest as you wished and prayed on every star that you'd wake up inside your shared home in jackson, eyes opening to reveal you sleepily smiling on ellie's chest.

you could pray all you want, there was no god coming to save you only ellie williams.

the sound of yelling made you open your eyes against the harsh light. you could make out the muffled yelling of the paramedics taking you away, yelling for certain materials. your eyes were strained on ellie who was being held back by one of the male nurses, James, you were sure his name was. you knew him because he and ellie hated one another. you remembered ellie telling you he was jackson's biggest dickhead and that she'd love to give him a 'knuckle sandwitch' which made you laugh in the moment but right now, nothing could make you laugh. your eyes never left her, though, even after she found her first swinging at the man and suddenly joel was there, holding her back while everyone crowded around the commotion.

when you woke, you were, unfortunately, not in the comfort of you and ellie's home. but you must say, it was much better than the place you had been sitting before, all mucky and bloody.

you blinked, eyes adjusting to the light. "hi, baby." ellie's soft voice as you blinked at her, attempting to get up. "nuh-uh, rest." she pushed your shoulders down softly.

"where am i?" you mumbled softly. you knew where you were but the dosage of your painkillers was so high that you could barely recognise the colour of the bedsheets. and yet, you could see her so clearly, your angel, your saviour, your knight in shining armour.

"med shaft." she spoke, hand holding yours as her thumb brushed against your knuckles.

your eyes glanced down to her hand that was covered with a white bandage. "you hit him." you murmured softly. "the nurse."

"he wouldn't let me see you." she spoke, as if she were defending her own actions. which, she sort of was. "had to make sure my angel was okay, didn't i?"

"you made it better." just like she said she would. ellie didn't lie to you, she wouldn't.

"yeah, i did." she seemed proud of herself. she should be. she saved your life. and if you weren't so loopy right now you would have given her a whole speech and the cuddles of a lifetime.

"thank you." was all you could muster, for now.

"of course, sweetheart." she just wished she could have done more. you shouldn't be here in a hospital bed right now, she should have never left you in the first place, guilt consumed her but she shook it off with a small smile. "we're gonna have to get you a new scarf though." cringing slightly.

"no point." sloppy grin on your face. "jus' gonna loose it again anyway."

she leaned down, pressing a short kiss to your lips. "then i'll help you find it."

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[castiwls]

champagne problems - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you."She would've made such a lovely bride. What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said'

Requested; @arcticwisteria

Notes; No the first time i heard this song I IMMEDIATELY thought of dean :( Also this is quite sad oop but I kinda flipped the prompt so its not the woman saying no but instead its the man it just fitted better in my head. requests are open!

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The tension in the room was thick. The clock ticking seemed to echo throughout the room getting louder and louder with each passing minute as you both sat in silence. For the first time in your relationship, you had no idea what to say or do. You felt helpless as you sat at the kitchen table, your hands clenching and unclenching rhythmically. “So,” You lay your hands flat on the table looking up at the man sitting opposite you. “This is it? Three years down the drain.” You nodded. You couldn’t help the bitterness that seemed to lace into your tone as you spoke.

The realistic part of your brain knew that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t Dean’s fault that his childhood had messed him up so much that now as an adult he struggled with any relationship. You’d know what you were getting into when you’d first began this relationship. You’d known the baggage that came with loving Dean Winchester yet you’d pushed it away because you were so utterly in love with him.

Yet in this moment, you were wondering if you’d possibly made a mistake. If maybe you’d been so blinded with love that you’d overlooked one too many things. 

“Are you gonna say anything?” You flatted your hands on the table looking up at him. Dean’s gaze was locked on the wall behind you. “Dean! Say something…please.” Your voice broke off slightly at the last word. Dean’s eyes finally moved to yours and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes seemed to glisten slightly. 

“I can’t marry you. I…I can’t” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before letting out an airy laugh. “I thought I could. I’ve thought about it for so long but…”

“But you can’t actually do it.” Your hands played with the small red box in your hands. You’d found it on accident a month ago. He’d hidden it in baby’s glove box and that’s where it had lay, slowly collecting dust for the past few months. “You bought the ring, but you can’t actually ask me.” You stared incredulously at him.

Placing the box beside you, you reached out to grasp one of his hands. “What if I asked you?” 

Dean stared at you for a moment. His expression unreadable. “No. He spoke quietly his gaze locked on your hands. “What?” You felt your eyes widen slightly at his bluntness. Dean took a breath before his eyes moved from your hands to your face. He placed his hand over you. “No. I can’t marry you. I thought…I thought the answer was a yes. Sweetheart believe me I did.” He softened his gaze as he watched your eyes slowly begin to fill with tears of their own.

“So what changed.” Your voice wavered slightly as you spoke. You wanted nothing more at this moment than to kick and scream to your heart’s content. “I realised I am far from husband material. That’s what.” A frown pulled at his lips. 

“How do you know that? You are a perfectly good boyfriend. If you weren’t I wouldn’t be sat here right now.” You swallowed trying to hold the tears which threatened to spill back. Dean let out a breath before slowly letting go of your hands. “Because I know I’m messed up alright. And I refuse to burden you with that. Being your boyfriend means you can walk away, I can let you go.” Dean rubbed a palm across his eyes, wiping away the tears which were slowly beginning to fall. “If we get married i can’t let you go.” He finished, his voice dropping to merely a whisper. 

You sucked in a breath, feeling the damn behind your eyes slowly begin to break. “Letting me go?” You shook your head. “No. No, I am not walking away from you Dean. I’m not walking away from us.” You said firmly feeling your face dampen with your tears.

You watched with bated breath as the man opposite you slowly rose from his seat and moved beside you. “Your gonna find someone else. Someone else who's gonna love you and who’s gonna get down on one knee and make you so happy.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “You're gonna get that apple pie life I know you’ve always wanted. But I can’t be the one to give you that.”

His thumb slowly stroked your cheek as his eyes slowly travelled across your face almost as if he was mapping it out. “I’m sorry.” He whispered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

Your hand gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. After a moment he pulled back. “I love you.” Dean smiled at you, tears slowly falling from his eyes as he stood from his seat. 

It killed him inside to walk away but he knew he had to. He could never be what you needed and with him in your life, you would never find what you needed.

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[mikareo]

⌗ SEASONS OF LOVE ₊ ˖ ་. a 呪術廻戦 miniseries

“ ࣭⸰ ★ SERIAL ROMANTIC ; gojo satoru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . episode three ! ꒱ . . . word count; 1.1k ⠀ ⠀ ᯇ lost confessions, missed connections

⊹ ⠀⠀ gojo's halloween costume is ryan gosling's sebastian; though he should've dressed up as a lovesick, idiotic clown.

contains; gojo x fem reader, university (year 2) au, angst, fluff, gojo's a dick, swearing, best friends to lovers, love triangle

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so much has changed in the past two and a half months that gojo can't even begin to comprehend it all.

firstly, you're practically an entirely new person. how did that happen? rather than him devouring every word in your conversations, you're actually keeping up now; and your funny. you're really funny. he never knew that, and it's definitely a pleasant surprise to discover. you're also so confident. before the school year began, you could be compared to a mouse staring at rat poison— so timid and shy, without any means to argue with him or introduce yourself to his other friends, but now you do both with no signs of nerves or anxiety. it's no wonder that all eyes were on you tonight. with your bright yellow dress and pink lipstick, you looked gorgeous; something out of a hollywood film. luckily for him, as the ryan gosling to your emma stone, no guys dared to approach you with his arm wrapped around your waist for a whole three hours.

he likes this new you. he doesn't understand why, but there's just something about you that ticks his boxes. something that appeared out of nowhere and he can't seem to ignore. why? he's not used to feeling this way and he hates it. he fucking hates it.

"tonight was really fun." there's a soft smile on your face as you're looking through the windshield. he's just pulled up to your dorm building, and the familiar sight appears to be comforting to you. "thanks for bringing me."

he did do that didn't he?

"yeah, no problem." his answer is tame as his thoughts run wild.

it's not uncommon for him to invite you to parties, though he used to force you to accompany him and sit in the corner while he made out with as many girls as he found hot; but tonight was the first time you agreed to come to this particular party. aka the halloween party to top all other lame and sorry excuses for a social gathering. originally, he used to ask you to come because geto was always so busy with schoolwork and studying— making it very clear that you were always his second option— now, he personally asked you without approaching his male best friend first. "sorry about those guys, earlier. they were just messing with me."

you smile. "it's okay, as long is it didn't bother you."

it did bother him, though.

with the relentless remarks from his classmates, gojo hears their words echoing in his ears. so you finally found yourself a real girlfriend! no, he didn't. wow, the great satoru gojo got himself pinned down! as if. of all the girls you could pick, you picked her? i would've wanted loads of others before landing on this one. what the fuck kind of question was that?

he's not exactly ashamed to be seen with you. he knows he doesn't want other men giving you attention, yet at the same time he can't help but want to keep his reputation high. who is gojo satoru without his playboy status? he's just a man. there's nothing too special about him other than his handsome looks, and he can't seem to be able to let go of his ego just yet; no matter how devastated the lovesick look in your eyes is making him feel.

"why're you staring at me?" his voice is shaking with nerves, anxiety pumping through his blood at a rapid pace.

"i just love the way your hair falls over your eyes." oh no. "i get little glimpses of blue every time you breathe."

please. please don't confess.

"sometimes when i look at you, i feel myself floating in some type of way. i don't really know how to describe it, but i've always felt it. it's like i've been in love with you since i first met you. which, to be honest, is definitely true. the reason i haven't considered anyone else on campus is because a part of me is waiting for you to feel the same way— and it's been really hard with all of the other girls you spend time with, but you also give me so much attention that it makes me feel special."

your words are so beautiful. so soft. gojo understands this 'floating' feeling you speak of. he's being lifted away by it. his heads is in the clouds, touching the sky, and wishing on shooting stars that this relationship will work. his heart wants this to work so badly; but his mind disagrees. no. it's not his mind that disagrees...

...it's his narcissism.

"i love you, satoru. i always have."

he wants to love you, too...

...but he can't.

"i think you got the wrong idea." he tries to laugh off your confession, avoiding eye contact so he doesn't need to see your heart breaking in real time. "this was all just a bit of fun tonight, the costume and everything. i didn't know you'd assume i liked you."

he knows he's being an asshole.

"you've taken it all too seriously, really. i didn't think of it like a couple outing or a date. it's just a party."

he knows he should stop and apologize.

"i don't love you like that. i never have."

finally, he looks over to you. you're staring straight at him with tears struggling not to fall and sniffling softly. if gojo could read minds, he knows that you're at war with yourself; trying to decide whether to give up on him or give him another chance. in an ideal world, he'd deserve another chance. no, scratch that. in an ideal world, he would've accepted your confession. he would've leaned over the armrest and kissed you with all of the passion he's been holding back. you would've smiled while kissing him, fighting to contain giggles of glee, and running your fingers through his hair that you love so much. gojo would've admitted that the other girls were just a distraction so he could ignore his burning feelings for you; and that all this time, he's been scared— too scared of losing you, his best friend, to confess.

but that isn't how this scenario played out.

instead, you're muttering a million apologies and sobbing quietly in the passenger seat of his car, while he looks at you with nothing but pity. gojo satoru doesn't understand how to love. he doesn't understand that in order to love, one needs to set aside their own heart, and make space for another. he's not ready to make that commitment, and it's almost laughably obvious that your friendship is over.

"i'll see you around, satoru." your hand unlocks the door. your feet landing on the pavement as you hop out of the vehicle. your figure fleeting into the shadows of the night...

...his heart fleeting with you.

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The secret timeline inside of Good Omens season 2 revealed, *part2*

Part 1 l Part 2

The ineffable cut is explained in part 1. Please read that first. (I’ve burnt a timecode into this ineffable edit to help pick up the rhythm.)

So now that I've shown you XX:X6 is the number of the beast in the last installment, what else can we glean? Well, it turns out angel numbers (sequences of repeated numbers ex: 22:22 or 20:02) are quite important events in the S2 universe! I've cut together every "Angel Number" I could find in the timeline and put them in order. I first noticed this near the end of the ineffable cut, where Beelzebub and Gabriel hold hands, so I've started with that one just to give you an idea how bonkers this whole sequence is. Don't forget, sound on! Breakdown below the cut.

So we start off with this Beez and Gabriel sequence near the end of the cut. They start singing to each other a little out of time, but lo and behold, at 02:03:20 the music comes in right on time with the seconds ticking by to line them up. By the time they reach 03:33 they're gone.

Aziraphale is excited to get his "record"! He's doing something sneaky, and as a result opens the door to go off to said covert activity on 00:02:22.

Crowley asks "Do they know?" on 03:33. Who are they and why does he want to know? This whole scene is on a St-James park bench so spying and double speak is in progress, clearly.

Crowley then asks "Something big?" on 00:04:44. We get the hint for the main action of the entire second season here. Something's up with the up...

Now the real fun begins! I'll come back to the ones I just skipped in a later post because they're more subtle. Here's the first "real" angel number at 11:11. Aziraphale discovers THE box and touches it for the first time.

At 22:22 Nina and Maggie's signs are "mysteriously" ignored by a human passerby.

This is wild. Aziraphale is learning about the Everyday record and something funny happens. 33:31 Aziraphale says, " Do you have a copy?" 33:32 Maggie says, "Mm, too many of them" and at the same time a car horn beeps twice. 33:33 Aziraphale is startled by the fact that a double car horn happened on a XX:X2 and looks out the window in concern. So the question is: does Aziraphale feel or know the rhythm of the timestamps?? And are things that line up with numbers a signal he's paying attention to?

A funny one! At 44:44 Aziraphale seems to be wanting to check if Gabriel is really who he says he is, and is watching him like a hawk. Gabriel does all he can to do nothing at all and look innocent while the angel number passes by.

Another funny one. Nice. 55:55 reveals that the Bentley likes Aziraphale more than Crowley, and does whatever he wants, including not speeding when he puts his foot down.

This next one's a little peculiar. It seems like an exchange about Gabriel's whereabouts, but it's the halfway point of the edit (1:11:10-11:11:11) of the ineffable timeline and we seem to be having two conversations at once. Shax says on 11:11 "He hates you." Does she mean that she thinks Crowley hates Aziraphale, or... that Gabriel hates Aziraphale. Aziraphale looks noticeably shocked at her reply. After the eyebrow raise of "You don't seem like his type at all" I would bet we're not talking about Crowley anymore. How did she get this information?

01:22:22 Gabriel does a little laugh to himself while signalling with the lamp. What the fuck? Does someone know morse code?

01:33:33 Maggie extends her had to Nina at the ball, to invite her to dance. Nina looks pleased, but doesn't move until... a very odd miracle sound on a XX:X6 happens and she jumps up to take Maggie's hand. That miracle sound is not Aziraphale's, and besides, he would never miracle on a 6. Who's the demon making Nina dance...

Aziraphale's halo toss is the flip from ACT II to ACT III of season 2, and as such, get's a special time right before rolling over to the second hour. He decides to throw it down on exactly 01:54:45, and at 01:54:54 gets a giant tubular bell ring in the music to highlight the action. It lands on the ground at 01:55:01, and incinerates the demons at precisely 01:55:10.

01:59:59 Beez and Gabriel hold hands, and a magical chime sounds at 2:00:00. Maggie start her sentence "Aww, that's really sweet" at the same time, and manages to finish it on 2:00:02. (Dagon politely waits to pretend to barf on a XX:X3 after she's done.)

The last one is a big one : 02:02:02 gets "to face CELESTIAL punishment" by Michael. This is what we've been waiting for the entire season, the Checkov's gun of the book of life. But, where is it? We then get an odd cowboy showdown style stare-off between Michael and Shax. I'm predicting that missing chunk of time in the bookshop before we come back to Michael threatening Aziraphale with the book of life is going to be a pretty interesting reveal in season 3. -------------------------------------------

People, this is the short version of this post. There are SO MANY things to unpack. Next up is doubled numbers. If you want an ides of what it takes to break things down, here's my workflow timeline right now. The stuff after the first big space is numbers I haven't shown you yet... This show is insane.

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[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

♡︎𝐍𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚♡︎

Day 22 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Izuku can't hold back when you send him such enticing photos.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help, ik you've been having a rough time bae but I hope u know that you're loved, and that ur awesome <3!

572 words.

Izuku jumps at the sudden buzz of his phone, vibrating his work dest as he sits in his office, daydreaming about you and how desperately he just wants to go home. He wants the calming, gentle touch of his wife and to feel your warmth against his skin, held tight with his arms, decorated with the scars of previous triumphs.

It's his favourite thing in the world, to snuggle with you in a safe, cozy blanket after a long day of being top Pro-Hero.

He's snapped out of his trance by yet another buzz of his phone, laying face-down on the table as to not distract him. A fruitless endeavour, as he picks up his phone to see who's currently blowing it up with texts.

That was a mistake, on his part.

As he unlocks his phone, the background being a photo of the two of you on your first date, spotting your name pop up at the top of his screen, along with a little photo icon. Oh? There could be something wrong if your messaging while he's at work, he thinks, better check it.

The sight he's met with as your chat appears on his screen is utterly mouth watering. You, clad in only your prettiest, forest green lingerie appears on his phone in the little box. Soon enough it's full screen.

Meanwhile, upon seeing the little blue tick mark next to your message you smile with barely supressed excitement, your cheeks dimpled while you watch in amusement for his nearly instant reply.

"What are you doing baby? You know I'm at work right?"

Well. That was a little less than you'd hoped for but that's no reason to not press on.

Izuku's thick cock is already at half chub in your hands, and his cheeks are flushed red with arousal. You're in for punishment once he gets home in... He checks the time at the top of his screen, reluctantly dragging his eyes off the picture of his wife. An hour. Half an hour until his shift ends, and maximum half an hour to get home.

Minutes pass by like years, however, and it feels like he may wither away of old age before he can finally clock out, his suffering having only been made worse by the many, many more photos you had sent.

There were completely nude, half nude, and especially explicite photos that he would have to scrub his phone of later. Better yet, he may just have to get a new phone altogether. He would fold over like a lawn chair and die if any of his colleagues got ahold of these photos, and he will protect your integrity to the very end, god damnit!

Your body is for his eyes, and his eyes only, and a possessive attitude takes ahold of him, and all according to your plan.

He wouldn't be a very good hero if he was caught speeding, so he may have only gone over the limit a couple of mph to get to you faster, and he's parked in the front a whole twenty minutes earlier than expected. He's gonna have fun with this. You surely won't.

Or at least that's what he thinks, but you wouldn't have instigated this if you didn't like being edged for hours. A little bit of discipline goes a long way, and maybe this will get you to behave for the next week or two.

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[sk3tch404]

Late Night Hanma Blurb

A/n: Thought abt this during an itty-bitty road trip today. Smoker Hanma does smth to the chemicals in my brain. Forgive me for any lengthy bad writing. I've had a long day and I just wanna yip yap about one of my fav crazies 🙇

CW: Hanma can give two shits about your lung health but chooses not to when he feels like it, intimidation, threats of forced drug usage, sometimes forced participation in violent activities, thoughts of lovers suicide/murder(?), and whatever other yappin I put in here.

Hanma who smokes a fuck ton and doesn't mind giving you the good ol' second-hand effects of it, but absolutely detests you doing it on your own.

He snatches the stick from your mouth and holds it up and away from you with a small grit in his teeth. Hanma glares down in some curiosity but clearly squints in irritation.

"The hell is this? Don't tell me I'm being a bad influence on you now. If I catch you with one of these again, I won't let you off the hook so easily. You got it, Y/n?"

When you retort, telling him it's no different from when he does it and it is your own choice whether he likes it or not, he merely scoffs with a tilt of his narrow head. Throwing down the cigarette, the sound of his sneaker stomping and scraping it out against the pavement echos through the air with an annoying presence. Shuji demands the rest of your stash with a looming stare that can only put you into a state of sinking discimfort.

"Come on, don't be stubborn. Ya know, if you wanna do it so bad, why don't you try the whole pack? Mine too since it's a shitload better than that cheap stuff."

Reluctant on suffocation and early lung cancer, you begrudgingly hand over your smokes to him. Hanma smacks down on the box with an evidently loud shot of noise and slides it out of your palm. He pockets it with a stretched smile as he leans down towards you.

"See, now it ain't so hard to listen."

He's still ticked off by the fact you think you can do whatever to your body without his permission, but since Shuji is so generous, he'll let you learn from your mistakes. See, he can be nice.

Don't test him though. Next time you're caught defying his selfish wishes, he's beating you down with degrading language and probably also beating whoever was involved. The convenience store employee that sold you the cigs, vape, or maybe even chewing tobacco? Yeah he's taking out his held back frustration on them. Bro is jumping over the counter and tearing their shit up.

Avoiding him because of his brutal and honest-to-God psychopathic personality? Now that's just cruel. Shuji is dragging your ass by the back of your shirt and pushes you to his motorcycle. The leopard print on the back of the bike makes you wanna barf every time you see it, but you got to keep it down if you wanna have enough energy to deal with him. He'll take you out no matter where you are at in that point of time and make you remember who he is; who you think you're messing with.

"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you? Aim for the nose. That's easy for amateurs like you. Actually, lemme show you how to really deliver a jaw breaker-"

Yeah, he'll show you just how bad it can get with some random thugs on the street. You should be grateful with how gentle he's treating you. Instead of ending up with facial fractures, you have nice dates and thoughtful gifts. He's even teaching you a few tricks. How lucky can you get?

"I'm all done. Shit, I'm starved. Let's go grab a bite to eat, kay?"

Hanma thinks the only way you'll ever keep paying attention to him is if he keeps you and your actions in line. If you go off doing your own thing, his usually unmoving heart can't just stand there and watch you slowly leave him. Despite the negativity be brings into your life, he actually gets really fuckin anxious when he doesn't know or understand what you're doing. It's so troublesome how you make him feel. Yeah, being bored as shit is bad, but seeing you, the only thing that could ever bring him down to his knees unwillingly, slip away with nothing but disdain for him? Fuck no. He won't accept it. Shuji would rather kill you and then himself than have to bear the strange feeling of pain, or what other people call heartbreak, by his lonesome self.

Should he ever say he loves you, that would be the point of no return for the both of you. His hands have you tight in his clutches. No way out, no way back in for anyone else.

#yandere #x reader #yandere blog #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tr #tokyo revengers fandom #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tr #hanma #hanma shuji #yandere hanma shuji #hanma x reader #yandere hanma x reader #tbh i kin him but like in some aspects #so naybe thats likeeee why hes emo at the end #BUT EYYYY DID I COOK OR DID I BLOW TS UP?? #😔😔 #well i think it came out better than I expected #been in a writing mood for a while #ig all the reading got me doin flips n shit now #gave me confidence n direction too if #ig** #ehehe #dont lemme wake up n lemme see some ass writing #im actually gonna pray dude #🙏🙏🙏

[teamatsumu]

seireitei HR department chronicles - pt 1

Summary: It’s your first week at your fancy new HR job. And your first ever complaint is already the most bizarre situation you had ever dealt with

Word Count: 1,140

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nudity

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The room was silent except for the periodic tick, tick, tick of the wall clock. You wished there was some sound to fill the empty space, maybe then you wouldn’t have to stew in the horror of the words that had just left Captain Hitsugaya’s mouth.

You watched the snow-haired Captain slouch in the seat before you, arms crossed and shoulders hunched. His face was twisted into a deep scowl, lips pursed. The skin of his cheeks was slightly dusky, showing that he was, in fact, embarrassed by the account he had just given you.

You cleared your throat, trying to form words with a tongue you felt was completely paralyzed. You stared at the form in front of you that you were trying to fill, the large “COMPLAINT FORM” written on top seemed almost comical considering the complaint in question was-

“I’m just going to tick the ‘personal’ box in ‘Nature of The Problem’.” You choked out. Captain Hitsugaya looked affronted.

“It’s not personal, it’s professional.” He said. “I was in my office. That’s a professional space.”

“But, um-” You felt like crying. “I don’t think Lieutenant Matsumoto accidentally flashing you is a…. professional problem.”

The Captain’s cheeks flamed even more, a petulant pout settling on his face. “An accident, my ass. How does that even happen accidentally-”

“She was sleeping.” you argued weakly.

That made him perk up, as if you just gave him a gotcha. “And why was she sleeping in my office during office hours? Actually, I want to file a separate complaint about that.”

Before you could protest, he had reached across the desk to grab the form you were filling, then reached for another one and plucked the pen right out of your hand. You watched helplessly as he scribbled in the details of his problem, secretly grateful you didn’t have to write all of that out.

Curse Captain General Yamamoto Genryuusai for making an HR Department and then putting you in charge. Your first week, and your first complaint, and it had to be the kid captain complaining about his grown Lieutenant snoring on his office couch with her chest on display.

You didn’t even know what the protocol here was.

“Has this happened before?” You asked, hoping to gain some guidance on how to deal with this.

“Too many times.” He mumbled back, focused on the paper before him which he was furiously scratching letters on. He sounded so grumpy it nearly made you laugh.

“So what did you do before this?” You continued.

He rolled his eyes. “Nothing. I would scold her and hope to god I never had to witness that again.”

You looked at the huge “Seireitei Code” that Squad 1 had delivered to you on your first day there. It was thick as a brick and contained every rule on the Gotei and what exactly to do when violation of rules occured. Granted, it was for more severe violations like murder or serious bodily harm. You could guarantee with your whole ass that there was nothing in there about flashing your captain.

How the fuck were you supposed to talk about this with Lieutenant Matsumoto?

Once Captain Hitsugaya had left, after many assurances on your part that you would personally have a sit down with his Lieutenant on the seriousness of the problem, you slumped into your chair and buried your face in your hands. This had to be a joke. This couldn't be the potential the Captain Commander saw in you. There’s no way he created this department knowing you had to solve sexual harassment cases between a literal child and a grown woman.

On second thought, maybe that's exactly why he made an HR department. You imagined the Captain Commander of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, the most powerful man in Soul Society, having to deal with squabbles like this on a near weekly basis. Jeez. No wonder the man needed a buffer to take matters off his hands.

Try as you might, you couldn't see a way out of this without physically having the Lieutenant in your office to air out her Captain’s grievances. You knew a written warning wouldn’t suffice. If you knew anything about the bubbly woman, it was that she wouldn’t take an office document seriously. There was a good chance she wouldn’t bother to read it at all.

You didn't know how exactly to confront Lieutenant Matsumoto about the predicament she had found herself in. And it almost annoyed you that you were somehow more uncomfortable with this than she was. She nearly giggled when you read through the report. You on the other hand, wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“Do you understand where he is coming from?” Your whole face was hot after having read out the complaint Captain Hitsugaya had written out, looking anywhere but directly at the Lieutenant’s face.

“Yeah but,” she scratched the back of her head, pouting slightly. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“A rule violation is still a rule violation, Lieutenant.”

She sighed and stretched, nodding but looking unconvinced. “It’s hard to really control any part of your body when you are asleep, though.”

“Uh, about that.” You rifled through the papers on your desk to hand her the other complaint her Captain had written out. “He also reported you for sleeping excessively on the job.”

Matsumoto pouted and whined at that, looking almost offended by the piece of paper dangling before her face. “Aw, come on! Captain can get so mean sometimes. Do you know how much paperwork I have to do? I can’t even take a little nap?”

You knew for a fact that Captain Hitsugaya was carrying Squad 10 on his shoulders. He finished the work of three people every day by himself.

“Lieutenant…” The tone of your voice was so defeated it made her sigh.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I will try to not fall asleep. And I’ll keep the girls tightly wrapped up. That okay?”

“Please refrain from calling them that in a professional setting.” You corrected weakly, feeling weary to the bone. You almost missed defending Ikkaku and Yumichika when they beat up 20 people and ended up in Squad 4 with broken limbs. Surely, anything would be better than this.

“Okay! Jeez.” She sniffed, standing up. “Can I leave now?”

You nodded, watching her make her exit and slumping forward until your head hit your desk. Your forehead stung at the contact. You looked at the report in front of you, Lieutenant Matsumoto’s signature next to the acknowledgement of her poor behavior. Your lips twitched.

Giggles erupted from your throat as the hilarity of the situation finally caught up with you, bending over to grip your stomach as tears leaked from your lash line. Fucking hell.

This would be a good story to tell at parties.

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[pastrydragon]

Ok but Gale and Rolan

Like Rolan is a pretty popular character, people seem to really like him and write a lot of fan fiction about him. And obviously a lot of people love Gale too he's one of the main companions.

So why do I not see them shipped together?

Like the way Rolan talks about Lorraokan before he actually meets the fuck it feels like he kinda has a crush on him, like a little celebrity crush. So we know that Rolan is partial to what he thought Lorraokan was: A brilliant and ambitious wizard who's generous with his arcane knowledge.

And Gale very much ticks all those boxes. He was enough of a magical prodigy to be Mystra's chosen, he had a solid plan to become a GOD and the very first thing he does to try to romance you is teach you some magic.

You can't tell me Rolan wouldn't be following the party around in the tower after the battle, see Gale being king nerd very casually explaining stuff Lorrakaon didn't even vaguely understand and not go:

"Oh."

And with how many times Gale has proven to be a good person by saving the teiflings over and over, Rolan could absolutely mentally gloss over the whole "What if I used the crown of Karsus to become a god?" thing.

And I mean, Rolan could absolutely pull Gale. We know from playing the game that it is not hard to seduce Gale, to the point it's kind of annoying. Post game Rolan could just invite Gale over to look at "This fascinating new tome some adventurers sold me that was recovered from a shipwreck/ancient temple/dragon's hoard! And we haven't talked in so long, please stay for a glass of wine. Oh you write poetry? Tell me more. <3" And he's fucking genuine about wanting to hear the poetry because of course that nerd would.

Like it's not rocket science, honestly it ain't even algebra. I'd give it like 3 months tops before Rolan is bragging about his "BOYFRIEND who is a professor at BLACKSTAFF ACADEMY and did I mention he's adorable?" And he just keeps finding new things about Gale to gush about to the point Cal and Lia start to consider pushing off the roof of the tower just to get him to shut up.

Gale would also be perfectly happy in the relationship, like he really just wants someone who supports him and is a good person maybe? As a treat? And Rolan has shown to be a little heroic himself, protecting orphans, trying to rescue his family single handed and fighting with you against Lorraokan if his spirit isn't totally broken. He can even bridal carry Gale to safety with his 12 str. No really he has 12 strength, you can google it.

Like it's not the OTP to end all OTPs but it's cute. And I'm just confuzzled on why there's barely anything with these two.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #Rolan #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #thunderweave #I learned the ship name first this time! #gale x rolan #random fandom thoughts

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

Hi✨ I would like to ask your opinion on something. My dom and I have been together for year and a half, most of our relationship has been online cuz we are from different cities and he has been dealing with a family situation. The thing is sex and sex play is on and off depending on everything going on in his life and I'm pretty okay with that but I have picked a pattern of his and I don't think I like it.

I have seen that we have seasons, seasons we play hard and seasons we play less. When we play hard sometimes we do it for weeks or even months but then he suggest something that for me is a hard no, at least while we're apart (is always the same thing) and I always suggest that we can try it in the future and that I'm not completely close to that, just that while we're apart I don't feel completely confortable. When he says that normally he suggests it 2 o 3 times more in very subtle way during the course of the week until I stop to explote. Then he says he's never going to suggest it again and then the sex decreases until even if I ask for permission to touch myself he doesn't really care so I stop asking for permission at all. And the the cycle starts again.

Yesterday was the day that I exploited cuz the particular punishment he suggested and even more for the lack of attention he was giving. Today I tried to have a very mature conversation about everything, we even completed an excel about kink compatibility. I said my part, he said his and for me I only said that I needed him to know me better to break me to the point were it was still safe for both of us, that I needed trust, confidence and devotion from his side so I could be fully submissive. He said he understood, that he will not suggest that again NEVER (so the cycle is complete) and that he didn't like that I was telling him what and what not to do, and that he also didn't like that we had to plan everything.

I don't know, I don't want to get through the cycle again, I'm just confused and really don't know what to do.

FYI in the compatability test he has way more "hard no" than me, even in things I would really love to try but even with that, I would never push him.

So this time I don't know that to do, I don't know if I should encourage more difficult conversations and try to solve this and wait for him to return home for good. He's going to return in one month (his family situation is finally solved). Or just give up all together. I know I'm no perfect and he's not perfect either but he always tries his best, he does research for me to feel more confortable, he always cares for me and he's always super respectful and in full control of himself. He always is, apart from this particular kink. So I really don't know what to do.

Any suggestions? I know this is way too much to ask

If you haven’t given him an opportunity to see and consider the pattern you’ve uncovered, then I feel like you should go the “difficult conversations” route. I mean, there are many signs of incompatibility here, so I’m not confident that talking is going to fix anything… but you’ll feel better about the decision to give up if you’ve ticked all the communicative boxes.

With that said:

I don’t want to project my personality and approach on to your guy, which just isn’t fair to either of you. But I’ve gotta say, this whole “I wanna do X… oh. No? How about now…? Really? I’ll bet you couldn’t do it correctly anyway, but… wow, thought that would work. What if I wear a funny hat while we— still no, huh? Okay then, behold as I selflessly and permanently abandon this thoroughly rejected idea until the next time I’m horny” thing is some real Little League nonsense, and both of you should expect more of him.

Let’s put aside the badgering and coercive vibes that everyone else on Tumblr will point out. Instead, I want to know where his goddamned pride has gone, and why both of you are okay with it disappearing.

Why the fuck is he repeatedly trying to pressure you into anything? He is —in theory— the leader of this two-person expedition, and leaders don’t nag or pout. Instead of wasting time trying to pester you into compliance, he could be showing you why he deserves to hear you beg for it.

It’s not your job to be the kind of girl who always agrees; it’s his job to be the kind of man you’d never refuse.

#asks #advice

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "Hi!!! I wanted to send an ask for TDV because I literally love your blog and just noticed you started posting stuff for S.DV!!

I was wondering if we could get a Sebastian, Shane, or Elliot (or whoever you want) scenario/HC for them eating something absolutely LACED with aphrodisiacs. Like they ate a berry they passed by while walking or saw some food on the farmer’s table when they were visiting not knowing what it was.

And then after like 5 minutes of eating they’re red, sweaty, and in a new realm of horny (if you’d be willing I feel like some dubcon or whatever of them pouncing on the farmer would be really hot too 🫣🫣).

This is sorta based on another blog I saw that posts these kinds of ideas but I’d love to see how you write this !! 🫶"

I absolutely adore this idea!! I love aphrodisiacs >:3c This ended up being noncon rather than dubcon, and it got more emotional than horny especially at the end, but it felt like it fit better for the story

Content: noncon, aphrodisiac, drugging, accusations of bullying/cheating, Shane is depressed and self-loathing as usual, painful sex, vague implication of Harvey being a creep, hurt/comfort

Shane -

Thanks for bringing the chickens, they're doing really well in the new coop! Maybe you could come by for dinner and see them tonight? I should be home by 5.

"Home by five." Shane sighs, eyeing the clock as the hands slowly tick over to six pm. "Bullshit."

Patience is something his therapist has been trying to help him with, but... really, anyone would feel pretty blown off at this point. It's hard not to feel undervalued. Ignored. Worthless. Hard not to spiral into those self-loathing thought patterns. Into that misanthropic feeling that dealing with people just isn't fucking worth it.

He's trying to be good, he really is! He runs through the list of coping mechanisms and techniques his therapist has taught him to ground in the current moment rather than getting swept away by his thought spirals. He settles on mindful eating, glancing around to see what you've got. He can't go to the fridge. Not because he cares about being rude, just because the last time he'd opened it he'd been absolutely disgusted by how many jars of pickles you'd had in there. He knew you mostly kept them around for Harvey and to sell to Pierre, but that didn't stop his stomach from turning every time he thought about all those jars of pickled vegetables.

There's chocolates on your table. He hasn't been able to keep his eyes off them since he first sat down in your kitchen, waiting for you to get home. The box is light pink and shaped like a heart, topped with a neat little ribbon. The horrible little voice in the back of his head whispers cruel things to him. Someone else is sending you chocolates. Someone else wants your attention, your affection. And why shouldn't they get it? Why shouldn't you be with someone else? He's got nothing to offer you. He's just a depressed alcoholic, you should be with someone more... more. Someone better. It's probably good that someone's sending you chocolates. Giving you a better option than him.

It's not quite a devil on his shoulder that makes him do it. It's just his own lack of impulse control. That self loathing spiral manifesting as destructive tendencies, or whatever bullshit his therapist would call it. He doesn't want you dating him, he doesn't want you debasing yourself like that. But he doesn't want you dating anyone else either. And given that the chocolates are still closed, and a note is neatly folded up on top of it, you haven't even seen it yet...

The chocolates are gone before he realises what he's doing. So much for "mindful eating." It was more jamming chocolate into his mouth angrily and then tossing the empty box vaguely in the direction of the trash. A small part of him is worried you'll be upset, but a much bigger part of him bitterly wonders how you'd even know. You're clearly not going to show up any time soon, he'll be back in bed before you even get home. You won't know it was him who trashed the box of chocolates. He's not even sure why he's still here, waiting, when you're obviously not coming back.

Seriously, why is he still here? Your house isn't even that nice. It's too bright and busy and hot. It's so fucking hot in here. Far more stifling than the cool fall night should be. He can feel the heat sinking into his skin. The sweat making his hands sticky and his shirt damp. Your stupid house is too damned hot. Why did you invite him here anyway? Just to humiliate him? To stand him up? He doesn't want to leave. He wants to stay until you get back. Demand answers. Find out who else you're messing around like this. Is it just him? Is he really so pathetic? Or are you doing this to the other guys in town too? Is he not even special enough to be your only target?

Maybe you're with one of them now. He can already picture it. Maybe you're drinking some wine with Elliott on the beach, laughing together about what a fool he is, waiting for you at home. He can picture it. Elliott's lips on your neck as you laugh about how pathetic he is. Elliott pressing you into the sand, the two of you stripping each other frantically, Elliott pounding into you as the two of you laugh at the mere idea that you would be into him. Or maybe you're in Sebastian's room, getting smoked out, his tongue down your throat, you riding him. Maybe Harvey's pinning you to one of the exam tables in the clinic while you scream his name. Or are you giggling under the covers in Sam's room, trying not to let his family hear what you two are up to? Maybe you and Alex—

His thoughts have strayed from the idea of you mocking him to the idea of you getting fucked by everyone but him. It's startling and uncomfortable when he realises he's hard. His cock is aching, straining against his pants. The thought of you with other men... it shouldn't be this fucking hot. His blood feels like it's boiling in his veins, jealousy and anger and self-loathing and lust all bubbling away beneath his skin. And it's all your fault. Every part of this is your fault. Your stupid note. Your stupid lateness. Your stupid box of chocolates from your stupid admirer. Your stupid smile and stupid laugh that make his heart pound.

The door opens just as his emotions reach their peak. The sight of you standing there with an apologetic smile, one hand held behind your back, does nothing to soothe him. No, it only makes everything worse. He scans you for signs that you've been with someone else, something to betray the fact that you've just been fucked sensless by another guy while he was waiting around for you like an idiot. A lingering trace of a smirk, a hickey barely poking out from under your collar, something, anything.

There's nothing.

"Sorry I'm late." Your smile wavers a bit and his thoughts begin to spiral even more. "Pierre was being a hardass about closing hours, it took a lot of persuading and... maybe a little blackmail... to get him to sell me, uh... this."

Your hand shoots out in front of you, clutching a bouquet. The frantic motion sends a couple of petals to the floor. But the heat under Shane's collar doesn't let up at your explanation. Of course you don't mean it. How could you possibly mean it? Someone else must've given you the bouquet today. You're mocking him with it. Like a preteen, pretending to ask someone out as a joke. He's the joke here. You're making fun of him, pretending to be interested. Why would you be interested in him?

And you're standing there, smiling that smile that makes his heart flip. Looking as perfect as always. Those fantasies of you getting fucked are still playing on loop in his mind as he looks at you. The way you'd look, sweaty and blissful, moaning and screaming and cumming. His fists clench and he's not sure if he wants to hit you or fuck you, but he needs to do something before all this heat finally bubbles over and destroys everything in its path.

He only gets flashes of his own actions. He blinks and his hand is wrapped bruisingly around your wrist. He blinks and he's pulling you towards your room as the bouquet falls to the floor. He blinks and your voice, hitched and teary, begs to know what's going on. He blinks and he's pushing you onto the bed with a painful sounding thud. He blinks and he's on top of you, teeth digging into your lips and hands tearing desperately at your clothes.

His heartbeat pounds in his ears, the heat soothed and stoked by the feeling of your skin on his. His lips settle into a hot, sloppy kiss. It's frantic and desperate and full of tongue and teeth. Even as you try to push against him, crying out for him to stop, he swallows each sound with a groan of desperate need. The bulge that grinds against you as he strips you both bare is hard and throbbing, hot and thick. The thought of him forcing it into you—you doubt he'll bother to prep you in this state—makes you whimper and clench your thighs.

"No."

It's barely a growl, his shockingly strong hands shoving your legs apart. One hand holds your hips down. The other fumbles to shove a few clumsy fingers into your hole. Even in his dizzying haze of rage and desire, he's trying to prep you. He's like a virgin. He doesn't seem to know how to touch you, how to kiss you, how to make you feel good. But he's trying, and you hate it. Because it makes you think about how much nicer this night could have gone had you just come home on time. Between his hissed accusations, you can pick up on what happened. At least some of it.

"—course you wouldn't like me—"

"—some other guy—"

"—making fun of me—"

"—pretending you're interested—"

His self-loathing, his suspicion, his fear that all your kindness and affection is an elaborate joke. It all comes out in a flood of grunts and growls. It almost feels like your fault when he lays it all out for you like this. Like none of this would've happened if you'd been better. Had you just gotten to Pierre's on time. Gotten home when you'd promised, given him the bouquet, had time to explain yourself...

His lips are on your neck, sucking bruises into your skin on just the wrong side of painful. His cock lines up with your hole and he forces it into you, your name leaving his lips in a pained whisper. You cry out. Tears sting your eyes as he bullies his cock into you. You beg him to stop in a broken voice that hardly sounds like your own. This all feels like a bad dream. Not only for you, pinned beneath the man you were planning to confess your feelings for, feeling his cock stretch you brutally. But also for him, unable to control his actions and thoughts, body shaking as the heat overtakes him.

"—stupid fucking chocolates—"

"—so fucking hot in here—"

"—need you need you need you—"

"—hurts. Like I'm fucking dying—"

Through the tears and the pain, your mind whirrs. Something about this sounds familiar. If only his blunt nails would stop digging into your hips, his cock stop pounding into you, his teeth stop marking up your skin for long enough for you to focus. Chocolates. Heat. Need. Pain. Chocolates. Heat. Need. Pain. It connects. Somehow, you know it all adds up. This isn't the man you know, the man you spent an hour arguing with Pierre to get a bouquet for. This isn't Shane. It's—

"Fuck." Your voice cracks, back arching as his clumsy fingers try to make you feel good too. "Shane, please!"

"Need you so bad. Always teasing me. Mocking me. Behind my back, with those other guys. Why is your house so fucking hot? Why are you so fucking hot? Teasing me. Taunting me. Wanted me to fuck you, huh? Bet you wanted this."

One look in his eyes confirms it to you. He's not here. They're clouded over with lust, face contorted into a grimacing mask. A devil wearing Shane's skin like a twisted puppet. His fingers manage to fumble their way towards something akin to pleasure, your nerves sparking in unwanted delight. You can tell he's close to his end, hips stuttering and growls becoming more and more incomprehensible. It's all you can do to hold onto him. Screw your eyes shut and wait for it to end. Wait for him to be done using you.

His voice and fever break at once. Cumming inside you, face buried in your neck, sobs wracking his body. Your nails find his scalp almost instinctively, remembering all the nights you've held him like this while he was too drunk and depressed to be trusted on his own. Your fingers in his thinning hair sends a shudder of self-loathing through him. The clarity is all too much at once. He knows what he's done to you. Not why, but what. And that's more than enough to wish you'd kill him. End his miserable life then and there for what he's done. But you're doing something far worse than that. Comforting him. Whispering gentle reassurances as you hold him close. A knife to the gut would hurt less.

"What have I done...?" Even to his own ears, his voice sounds small and fractured. Like he's a kid again.

Shane's sobs quiet to little whimpers and sniffles. You can feel his tears on your neck, his now-soft cock pressed against your thigh. He shrinks in on himself, clearly not comforted by your words. You know him. Know the train of thought he's riding. Blaming himself, finding reasons that this is his fault and not the fault of whoever spiked those chocolates. It's hard to pull him out of these spirals. Even harder when the actions were his, no matter how influenced by the plant. It may not be his fault, but it certainly feels that way when he was the one pinning you down and forcing himself on you.

"Cupido appetitus." Your voice is soft, understanding. "They're... a potent aphrodisiac. They cause a sensation of overheating, insatiable lust, and can cause paranoia and dissociation. Demetrius pointed them out to me when I first moved here, warned me all about them. Said there had been the occasional... incident where they got into people's food by accident. They grow up on the mountain, anyone could've picked the berries and put them in some chocolate. "

But he's not pulling away. He lets you cradle him to your chest. Lets you coo softly to him and try to reassure him that you're not mad. And that's a thousand steps above where he was only a few months ago. None of this is going to be easy. Not for either of you. Coming to terms with what happened, with your assault and his drugging. It won't be easy at all. But at least you still have him. In your arms. At least he still has you to hold onto.

On the kitchen floor, beside the discarded bouquet, sits the note that had once been on top of the box of chocolates.

Hope you enjoy! Come see me when you've eaten them. - Harvey

#sunshine #to do valley #tdv shane #gn!reader #18+ only #dark side of the sun

[circusmania]

SIN Chapter 8

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Notes: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

⚠️ Non-Con touching (no rape) and gore description/death ⚠️

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I watched her body hit the pavement and how it scraped her face.

Was she dead?

I started to shake and backed away. My eyes trailed to her attacker, who made no movements.

“Omar…?” I stumbled back a few steps but managed to keep my balance.

“Holy fuck dude… what…. What have you done…?” I suppressed a scream.

He only stood there, gently caressing the head of the baseball bat. It was stained with glistening scarlet-coloured blood. Although his demeanour seemed calm, his hands were shaking. I felt the urge to comfort him, but I managed to bury that and let another emotion surface. Fear.

I opened my mouth but stopped when he opened his.

“You have to go.” Omar's eyes left the bat and made eye contact with me.

“What!? Omar, please tell me what's going on-!”

My eyes went back to Vanessa's corps lying face down. How I was keeping my composure was beyond my knowledge.

“He'll catch you, anyway, he's just giving you a head start…” Omar was just rambling to himself at this point.

I stumbled on my words, trying to find more questions, but nothing came to mind. However, suddenly, the sky turned a deep red. The roads were silent and no birds sang. There was, on the other hand, a loud ticking noise. It echoed just like a grandfather clock and was coming from up above. Yet, when I looked up, nothing was there.

I looked back at Omar, who had bloodshot eyes.

“ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ ᴿᵘⁿ…” His voice was a combination of a whisper and an echo.

I didn't waste any more time and booked it for the streets. What the fuck was going on? This must be a dream… or a nightmare.

I ran through the streets, stopping to catch my breath only when I was at a safe distance from Omar. The ticking seems to be following me.

My eyes scan every corner and store, hoping I'd find somewhere… The Church! Of course, whatever ungodly shit is going on, it wouldn't enter God's home… right?

I ran toward the church and didn't hesitate to open the doors. Thankfully, Father Pierre left it unlocked (which was weird on his part). I hastily pushed back all thoughts I had about this place, I had no idea when the clock would run out of time and I didn't want to be out in the open when it did.

I carefully closed the doors behind me. The church was dark without the lit candles. Thankfully, the stained-glass windows were emitting a red hue in certain parts, so I wasn't completely blind.

My eyes spotted the confessional, a big brown box meant to confess your sins. It was perfect to hide in! Hopefully, it could lock from the inside. I approached the confessional, and it smelled… oddly nice. As if someone had lit a bunch of scented candles in this area.

I opened it and… well… why am I still surprised?

Father Pierre's body was squeezed into the cramped confessional. His jaw was dislocated and barely hanging on, and his eyes were bulging out. A Febreze spray bottle was embedded into his left shoulder. The Febreze spray had a small cut in the middle and its liquid was all over the walls. It must have sprayed all over due to the pressure. Whatever remaining liquid was left was dripping down Father Pierre's body.

I quickly closed the confessional… out of the question that I was hiding in there.

I looked around, there really weren't many places to hide where it wouldn't be out in the open or obvious. I could hide behind the altar but…

Suddenly, the clock stopped ticking and loud bells rang.

Oh… oh no…

I scrambled to the altar and hid behind it. My hand gripped my mouth as I tried to steady my breathing.

The bells soon stopped, and my ears were filled with an eerie silence.

All of a sudden, from far away, I could hear rapid… and I mean rapid footsteps. It reminded me of the audio I had listened to way back of SCP-096, minus the screaming.

The footsteps were running and tearing through houses and stores. It wouldn't be long till he reached the church.

…

Something tells me I'm not making it out alive…

My thoughts were ripped away when the two doors were swung open, and I stopped breathing.

Literally.

The footsteps were much quieter and calmer, almost like I had already been found. He approached the confessional and forced it open. Something fell with a thud, which I can only imagine it being Father Pierre's body. He kicked the body away, so he could look into the confessional.

Without moving, I looked at where the confessional would be if the altar wasn't blocking my view. I felt tears well up as I stifled a scream. The way he had kicked the body would make it seem as if he was taunting me. Father Pierre's head was only visible, and his eyes were shot open, looking straight at me.

He started to move around again, and I was too scared to keep looking. I could tell he was getting closer and closer to the altar. Very soon he would find me.

I held my breath when the footsteps stopped in front of the altar. As I tried to calm down, my ears started to pick up the breathing coming from above me. I took a chance and looked up.

My breath hitched as I saw Marcus staring down at me. His bangs weren't covering his eyes anymore and oh god…

They were big and glowing red… his pupils were so small they were practically not there. His smile was deranged and stretched over half his face, causing wrinkles. I swear if he didn't have teeth, he would be drooling.

He did NOT look human… and I wasn't about to stick around and find out if he was or not.

I stood up and tried to run, however, Marcus swiftly grabbed the back of my hood and swung me back down. Since the altar was positioned a few steps higher, I was sent tumbling down the 3 steps. I landed next to Father Pierre's body, and I subdued the urge to vomit.

Before I could get back up, Marcus sat down on my waist and successfully restricted my movements… or maybe it was the undying fear and his piercing gaze that immobilized me.

“Marcus…?” My voice was more of a strangled cry than a whisper.

Was he going to kill me? Leave my body mangled in this godforsaken church?

His face got closer to mine … this is it. I closed my eyes and imagined all the brutal scenarios he would do to me.

However, a rough pair of lips met mine.

He was kissing me…?

I didn't dare pull away or open my eyes.

Though, I could feel his hands feel my body. Thankfully, he did not attempt to remove any of my clothes.

He pulled away, still maintaining eye contact, and wiped his mouth.

“What's going on, Marcus?” He sat up, but I didn't make any movements, remaining as still as ever.

He let out a chuckle and touched his lips.

“It's been a while since I kissed you.” He smiled in a not so friendly way.

To my knowledge … we had never kissed.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped out of my trance and managed to sit up. I scooted backwards until my back hit the confessional.

He cleared his throat before clearing his bangs from his face. Once again revealing his unnerving eyes.

“Are… are your eyes real…?” I murmured while he stood up and towered over me.

“I'm all real, babe.” His smile contorted into some kind of Cheshire grin.

Sensing my confusion, he continued.

“Allow me to offer you an explanation for the thousandth time.”

What?

“Sometime in the 1700s … I believe I had fallen for a mere peasant.” There was a small silence as he expected me to put things together.

“You.” He winked.

“However, I was a king! No way a king could marry a peasant like yourself. So, I had thought out a plan where we would be lovers in secret, oh it seemed like such a perfect plan…” He smiled as if he was recalling old memories.

“Sadly, you had contracted smallpox and had died before I could even get a taste of you…”

I narrowed my eyes in disgust.

“So, I sought out someone to help me, and low and behold, I had found a witch. She had promised me a spell in exchange for protection, cause, you know, we had all those witch trials going on. Anyway, she had performed a spell that would grant me the power of reincarnation. So, naturally, I had brought you back… but… you weren't so accepting of me… at that time, retaliation against a king was punishable by death…-”

“So you killed me?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No, no! I mean, not this time. It was more like a witness situation. Anyway, reincarnation wasn't enough, so I went back to the witch. Now with the ability to manipulate time, I advance time a bit, so I could reincarnate you into a prince! However… people weren't so accepting of our… relationship. So, they had you burnt, I had escaped in time though, thankfully.” He paused a bit. “I… well, that just makes me sound like an asshole, but I swear I escaped for a good cause. I went back to the witch, and this is where it gets frustrating… she wasn't so willing to help me. She said that I should let you rest, but we are meant to be! I tried to explain it to her, but she just wouldn't get it!” Marcus groaned in frustration.

“So, naturally, I had to kill her and steal her books. It took a while, but I managed to master spells and transform myself into a new being.” He sighed but composed himself. “I didn't always look like this but messing with time and power can really change someone…ha.” He chuckled.

“Now, with this new power, I could reset everyone and make you forget everything. Like starting a fresh new page. You … ha… still weren't accepting, so I had to reset the world a couple of thousand times. Don't worry, though, I was nice enough to include some of your friends!”

“Omar, Judy, and Vanessa…?” I whispered.

“Yeah, but they weren't so … cooperative. I mean, witnessing such rips in time can take a toll on humans.” Marcus snickered and covered his mouth.

I couldn't believe it….

“Make no mistake, I have done this all for you, for us.” I couldn't tell if he was insane or actually thinking he was doing the right thing.

“What about…” My eyes trailed to Father Pierre's body, which was lying next to me.

“Oh. Well… when there are witches, there's always bound to be a church. If I remember correctly, I think that old witch said something about a saviour… or someone supposed to “save” you. As I said, though, it can really take a toll on someone when you witness things you aren't supposed to see.”

Marcus bent down and lightly caressed my cheek. He pressed me against the confessional, and I fought back, thinking the worst. This angered him, since his hands went to my neck, and he slammed my head on the wooden board of the confessional. My vision began to be hazy, and It started to go dark.

The last thing I saw was the statue of Mother Mary looking down on me.

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I woke up feeling dazed and groggy. My head hurt, but I didn't feel any bumps on it. The room I was in felt familiar… oh yeah… this is Marcus's bedroom.

Since I can still remember everything that happened, it means he hasn't “reset” me yet.

However… in case he does… I'll need to have something that'll trigger my memory.

Something that could fit in my pocket without going undetected. I felt my pockets and didn't feel my phone… so a picture was out of the question.

Maybe… a note?

I scanned the room and found his desk.

I scurried quietly towards it. It was riddled with scribbled papers and odd shapes. I'm also pretty sure I saw a pentagram in one of the piles.

I rummaged through them and the drawers. The best I could find or that hadn't had anything scribbled on was a post-it note.

I can't write much, but I'll have to write something significant…

[Reader's choice — You have a maximum of 25 words.]

I finished writing and crumbled the Post-it into my pocket. What are the odds that I'll wake up with the same pants?

Unlikely, but worth a try.

I looked toward the bedroom door, should I try sprinting out?

…

The house was abnormally quiet… Is he even home?

As soon as that thought slipped into my mind, two hands gripped my shoulder.

I quickly spun around and came face to face with Marcus… how did he come up from behind me?

He looked really on edge, as if he expected something to happen. He was fidgeting with the drawstrings of my hoodie.

I felt really uncomfortable.

“Uhm… can I go to the bathroom…?”

He didn't say anything, but he did let go of my hoodie, something told me that he wouldn't be letting me go that easily.

I traversed the hall and into the bathroom. I didn't need to go, but I felt like I needed privacy. Was he always behind me? Did he see the note I put in my pocket?

I locked the door and relaxed. My eyes fell to the drawers underneath the sink. Maybe there could be something sharp, preferably scissors, that could help me fight him??

I went through them and the best I could find was a nail clipper.

It should've been obvious that I wouldn't find scissors, I mean, have you seen his hair?

All of a sudden, a light bulb went through my head. I slowly turned towards the window I saw the last time I was here. (Chapter 5)

I got closer to the window.

Was I really going to do it?

I reached for its handle.

Am I really going to risk it?

It's unlocked.

Is it worth it?

I swung the window open, ignoring the blaring alarm, and jumped out. I landed on the grass but felt a crack behind me. If my foot wasn't broken, it was definitely sprained.

However, the adrenaline ignored the pain and allowed me to continue running… well, the best I could.

I limped into the forest, it was sombre and I couldn't see anything.

“GOD FUCK…” I screamed as something metal clamped down on my still-operational foot.

A bear trap.

The thing is, there aren't any bears around these parts…

I crawled my way deeper into the forest. My whimpers and sobs followed me.

Suddenly, I heard leaves crunching behind me and a cold hand grabbed my hair.

I choked out a sob as I looked at Marcus.

His red eyes burned through mine.

“I had thought this time would be different.” He said point-blank.

I couldn't manage anything out.

He put my head back onto the wet grass. He reached for his bat and held it over his head.

“Now stay still.” He said before bringing it down.

And then suddenly…

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#horror #yandere #x transmasc reader #x m!reader #x male reader #analogue horror #analogue #scp #x female reader #x transfem reader #scp foundation #tadc #x male y/n #gay #sin #chapter 8 #x reader #yandere male #yandere boyfriend #yandere x darling #male yandere #tw yandere #wattpad #yandere original character #original character #wattpad writer #fanfic writing #horror story

[queercorewhore]

folks, I vote.

(firstly I'm not American. please stop pretending that everyone who has a problem with electoralism is trying to influence American politics because they're not. some of us have lives outside of your Most Important Country In The World.)

(Secondly I can't believe I have to preface my opinion with that, because otherwise people who literally don't understand or care about the electoral system in my country will pile into my inbox and harass me about being a Russian psyop.)

but I have gotten out there and voted in every election I have been eligible to vote in (every election since I turned 18, excepting the one I didn't have enough ID in my new name to register to vote). I have voted for harm reduction in right-wing seats and for progressive parties in leftist seats. I have voted in person, I have queued at polling stations, I have voted by post, I have voted in regional elections and national ones. I have ruined ballots and I have ranked candidates and I have seen the margins by which we won and lost, sometimes margins of a few hundred votes.

but no, I don't advocate for harassing people about voting. I don't advocate for blaming the most oppressed people in society, the people for whom nothing fundamentally changes no matter who wins, for not going and ticking boxes when they could be doing any of the things they actually need to do to survive or to help their communities. I don't advocate for harassing leftists on the internet for not promising to vote for Genocide Joe no matter what else he does between now and the next election, no. matter how many brown people he kills because you're so scared that the other alternative will kill you.

I do advocate for, if you can and if you have the time, showing up to the polling station. Go there and ruin a ballot. Go there and vote for the far-left candidate who is never going to win. Go there and vote for the harm-reduction party that doesn't care if you live or die, because they might implement changes that help your friends. Go there and vote for your "anyone but the outright fascism" candidate. Go there because your activist ancestors couldn't, because people fought and died for your right to show up and draw a dick on that specific piece of paper. But don't let that be the limit of your activism. Don't let that be the limit of your hopes or your ambitions.

And for FUCKS sake stop harassing people for refusing to participate in a system that wants them dead. Some of us are just trying to survive.

#on voting (or not) #please actually click the readmore and read my whole opinion if you're going to say anything #voting #trouble talks #uk politics

[naanima]

Oh dudes. I sometimes forget how not many of you remember or witnessed the whole Tyler Seguin as a Boston Bruins phase of hockey history. I gotta be honest I witnessed the whole thing from a distance because I was fully committed to the Flyers back then (all the heartbreak). The only thing I knew about him was that he was Bruins' hot young superstar who won the 2011 Stanley Cup with the team in his rookie year, and that he liked to party.

Dudes, the pics of him & Brad Marchand drunk & dancing on tables were legendary & amazing (below, you can Google for more on your own). Gods they were both so young.

But yes, from afar I couldn't help but like him bcos Tyler Seguin have personality in spades, and he just seemed so damn honest (so dumb). A young, talented, self aware himbo fuckboi ticked all my boxes, but I was starting to ease back from hockey due to some heartbreak. So I watched from afar, watched as his post rookie season didn't live up to the hype, watched him get skewered by the Boston media for being uncontrollable & a party animal, watched the rumours spread about how management had to post guards in front of his hotel room to stop him from making a run to get drunk & party.

It was a complete & utter shitshow bcos it was so public & must have been so humiliating for him. The Bruins organisation did nothing to protect him, they fucking let the rumours run rampant, let him be crucified. When the news came out that Boston traded him for Dallas I was shocked & angry, which took me aback bcos I wasn't even a Bruins fan or even really a Seguin fan. But the way everything went down, how front office decided on his trade (FOREVER curated on YouTube) , how the supposed last straw was him turning up to team breakfast late (I'm not even kidding - fucking breakfast? That fucking story kept on getting retold) left such a bitter taste in my mouth.

Despite all the shit that was said about him, despite the way the Boston Bruins handled everything, Tyler Seguin, the himbo has never publicly said one bad thing about the Bruins. My himbo prince might not be the smartest person, but he has always been receptive to feedback and is self aware enough not to be an asshole, in public at the least.

But honestly after Tyler's trade I only did a cursory look of his life there - he seemed happy, but didn't do further digging because I was on my way out of hockey completely.

A decade later I return to hockey, and I'm shocked that Seguin is still around, and still part of Dallas Stars. Looking back I'm fucking glad he got traded to Dallas. Bcos Dallas hockey fans fucking love him, and Seguin finally got a team of bros he can love & ho with proper. There will still be shits but Tyler Seguin went to Dallas as their superstar, as their great hope, they fucking love him. And in return he did everything he could - played the best hockey he could, broke his body, changed his playing style both physically & mentally - to get that team the Stanley Cup.

I don't know if Dallas Stars will win the Cup this year (🪵🪵🪵🪵🪵🪵), but the Stars are in the second round of the 2023 playoffs (be ashamed that Pavs got a Dick Trick and you fucks still COULDN'T win). And it has been almost exactly ten years since the Bruins traded Seguin to the Stars - 4 July 2013. Hockey & I love its narrative.

So, dear hockey gods, I don't even know if you all exists, and I know exactly how it is all superstitious bullshit. However, it has been almost exactly a decade since the fucking trade, the Bruins has been knocked out of the playoff, and in Tyler Seguin you have the perfect narrative. Are you gonna fucking deliver for me & my himbo prince?

Dallas Stars, are you going to show them all?

(Or we get fucked over, and hockey proves once again that there is NO god, superstition is bullshit, and the team who can effectively exploit the opposing team's weakness, and you know, play actually good hockey wins.)

I AM PREPARED. WILL I BE JOYOUS and roll around in the NARRATIVE, or is this gonna be my Villain Origin Story? (I'm gonna fucking support the fucking Leafs or the Oilers if these fucks lose).

#Tyler Seguin #dallas stars #boston bruins #text post

[hopeluna-archived]

Home

Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: strong language, bit of angst but don't worry about it, probably so many grammatical mistakes, too many mentions of the movie Up

A/N: just a little something I thought of about Izuku.

M.list

"IZUKU ITS STARTING"

"I'm coming, i'm coming"

"How many times have we watched this again?" Izuku smiled putting the snacks down at the foot of the bed.

"Give or take 25 times" grinning, you snuggled up to Izuku's side. "I mean, it is a really good movie"

"True" smiling softly, Izuku dimmed the lights as the soundtrack began.

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"So I was thinking.....if you're free, would you wanna like go an a date this week?" Izuku fidgeted nervously with his tie, looking at his girlfriend in her vanity doing her makeup.

"Thats sudden" raising an eyebrow at him, you met his eyes in the mirror. Smirking at him, teased "Did you do something?"

Shaking his head, Izuku chuckled "No, we just haven't went on a date in a while, you know?"

Humming in agreement, you got up to smoothen your dress "That is true, a date would be nice" shooting Izuku a smile "Saturday?"

"Saturday it is."

"Great!" Glancing at the clock on the wall, you hastily grabbed your purse, taking Izuku's hand "come on, we're gonna be late to the gala"

"Shit, Kacchan's gonna kill me"

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"Why the fuck is this so sad?! It only just started...." blowing your nose on another tissue, you cuddled more into Izuku.

"I don't wanna say it but...I told you so" pressing a kiss to your temple, Izuku softly smiled "we could watch another movie?"

Shooting up, gasping dramatically with a hint of smile on your lips "Izuku Midoriya, how dare you suggest something like that? We are watching Up even if it means finishing every tissue box in the house."

The green haired rolled his eyes a little, smilling "whatever you wish babe."

Of course, they ended up watching it twice. Not that Izuku was complaining.

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"Stop being so fucking nervous you damn nerd"

"Huh?" Breaking out of his trance, Izuku glanced at the blonde across him "right s-sorry, I just- what if she says no?"

"Hey man you'll be fine, don't stress about it too much" Kirishima gave him a toothy grin.

As calm as ever, Shoto spoke up "he's right, just relax and i'm sure you're worrying about no reason" giving Izuku a small smile, he continued "everything will turn out fine"

"Y-yeah you're probably right" gulping nervously, Izuku stood up to leave "see you guys later".

"Nervous ass bitch" Bakugou grumbled once Izuku left.

"Hey man! Don't be mean"

"Tch whatever"

As Bakugou continued cursing people out, with Kirishima exclaiming it wasn't manly, Izuku finally stepped up the courage to enter the house to get ready for his date with his love.

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Halfway throughout the movie, shooting up, you gasped looking down at Izuku with a smile " YOU'RE MY CARL"

With confused brows, Izuku slightly smiled "what?"

"Like in the movie, they are so in love and everything and I love you so you're my Carl"

A blush creeping up on his cheeks Izuku smiled, "and you're my Ellie"

You smiled softly, "I guess...that does make me Ellie huh?"

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"Oooh fancy~" squeezing Izuku's hand as they entered the restaurant, you smiled up at Izuku, admiring the place.

"I got us rooftop tables" Izuku smiled, scratching the back of his neck "I thought you would like them"

Now making their way up to their tables, you gasped " IZUKU", pecking him on the cheek, exclaimed "thats so amazing thanks"

"Anything for you love"

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The clock's ticking in the dark silence was starting to get to you now. The noise of the news playing on the TV, nothing but a mess of muttered words falling in your ears as your blurry eyes focused on Izuku's face on the screen.

"It was supposed to be movie night" whispering softly to no one in particular in the loud silence, you tried to focus back to what the news reporter was saying, only making out the words "pro hero Deku" "villain" "fight" and the phrase that you hated "nowhere to be seen" .

A few tears escaped as you glanced at the snacks and movie CDs, once neatly placed on the table waiting for his arrival, now strewn across the floor.

Is this what its going to be like? Quiet nights with you worrying if your lover is going to come home or not?

You loved Izuku Midoriya. With everything in the world, but this....it was becoming too much. You wouldn't leave him, no you couldn't imagine letting him go but-

The spiralling down of your thoughts was suddenly interrupted by the creak of your front door, followed by the sound of it closing, heavy footsteps making their way to the living room, where you were.

It broke Izuku.

It broke him, felt as if someone had ripped out his heart, everytime he came back in the dead of the night to you staying awake for him, worrying over his life.

It pained him to see you like this.

But the moment you got up, wrapping your arms around him, sobbing and mumbling to never worry you like that ever again. When he wraps his arms around you too, holding on to you for dear life, he knows that he's home.

And for you, it happens a little later.

As you both sit on the couch in the dark, the movie Up playing on the TV, its faint light casting a glow on Izuku's freckled face , you know that you might never be sure when its going to be your last moment with him, you know that you'll never know when its going to be your last goodbye as he leaves for his work.

But in this moment, with you two wrapped up in each other's arms, you know that this is enough.

"These heels are going to be the death of me"

Groaning, you pulled off your shoes as soon as you stepped back in your home from your date night.

Humming mindlessly to your statement, Izuku stood behind you, fiddling with the ring in his pocket.

"Tell me why did I even buy the- I-izuku?"

"Y/N I- " now on his knee, Izuku cleared his throat nervously before pulling out the ring that been sitting all night in his pocket. " I love you, I love you more than anything in the world. I know that I constantly worry you by risking my life and yet you stay. You stay with me, and when you do I love every single moment of my day. Cooking with you, doing the laundry with you and watching Up for the 300th time" chuckling, Izuku tried to keep his tears in bay " I love you Y/N L/N.."

"Will you be my Ellie?"

And in that moment, you knew you were home.

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Do not repost or claim as yours though, its not cool.

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[sl33paholics]

Right Beside You, Always

Yan!Kakyoin x Black!fem reader

Warning(s): Fluff (at the beginning lol), yandere tendencies, manipulation, gaslighting, voyeurism, misuse of stands, mentions masturbation and sex

A/N: You know I was writing a smut Jotaro one this morning but I got bored so it's staying in the drafts until I get motivated to finish it.

Noriaki remembered the first time he encountered you. Watching you play in the box of sand by yourself as the other kids in the playground avoided being around you. It was obvious, because of your skin tone. They've never seen anything like it, not to mention your features. Hair that looked like it was on the rougher side, bigger eyes and nose, you just didn't resemble the type of people in their society. He remembered the exact words his mother told him "See? That girl is all playing alone, why not give her some company, Nori? You two could be friends." The young red-haired kid went over and sat next to you, and asked "Want to play together? Mother said both of us could be friends!" He was nervous since he wasn't the best at being social but was surprised to see your frown turn into a smile. "Okay!!" from that day on forward, the two of you were like two peas in a pot.

You played together, walked around the neighborhood together, colored together, had many sleepovers together, played video games together, and did everything together that you could think of doing together. He was the only kid in your neighborhood who saw you as an equal. You even transferred to his school to be close to him. Even though you couldn't see his other invisible friend, having your eyes on only him was enough to bring him enjoyment was more than happy to have someone that understood him. You became his best friend, his only other best friend in his childhood.

Fast forward, the two of you are now 17 years of age. Noriaki had gotten a firm, but strong figure over the years and for you on the other hand, he couldn't characterize how gorgeous you've gotten since you guys were kids. Wavy hair, curvy waist, firm breasts, and oh lord your ass. He'd catch himself staring at you for a long period you'd thought he was dying, not only that, your personalities are now complete opposites from back in the day. Noriaki stayed true to his introverted nature but you have grown to become a social butterfly, words can't describe how much he fucking loathes it. He felt like he was losing you to your now cool hip group of friends you now have, you were being invited to parties, and events, and you weren't spending enough time with your best— no, childhood friend!!

Don't get started about the boys at your school. Hell, don't even comment on any of them around the two. It always ticked him off how much enthusiasm these incels have to just walk up and talk to you as if he wasn't there?! Disrespectful little dicks! The horrendous comments they would make about your body while he sat quietly in his seat waiting for you to arrive at your classroom. "Those thighs are so beautiful, have you seen the way her stockings just squeeze them?" The first boy said. "Those boobs she has, I can only guess what color her bra is." the short-haired one chuckled, "You think she has a boyfriend? We can invite her to the party this weekend and give her some fun~" The third boy with slick back hair licked his lips. He vividly remembers snapping his pencil in half from all of the sickening comments, if he could, Noriaki wouldn't waste any time using Hierophant Green on these fools and most likely would, if there weren't too many witnesses.

"What do you mean it's not today, Nori?" a confused look appeared on your face as you watched him hand you the flyer "It said next Friday, not this Friday. Those fools you call friends can't even get good grades and mixed up the dates." you let out a disappointed sigh and put the flyer down before picking up your book bag and heading towards your locker. "Whatever. Let's go home, Nori." You said. Noriaki couldn't help but feel sorrow to see your depressed expression but the other half of him felt satisfaction, he was beginning to ruin your plans with the people he didn't want you to be around. Focus on him. He hates being alone, you know that (Y/N).

"Are you sure you were invited there?" Noriaki gave you a stern look, his hand on his hip while checking you out. "Yeah! I think," you responded "You think but you're not sure. If I remember correctly, you didn't attend the last few parties because they were either canceled or they set it on the wrong date. What makes you think they finally got it right this time?" Noriaki turned away from you, clearly showing his bitterness and disappointment. You stood there looking down at the ground, he was right after all. Oh, how silly you felt looking all fancy and cute for an event that wasn't even today! Silly (Y/N)! Little did you know, the wide smirk the red hair male had on his face after purposefully sabotaging your plans just for you to be with him for the day? Another win for Noriaki Kakyoin.

What other activity does this gamer do besides playing video games all day or even painting his favorite picture he took? Window Peeping, of course! This man wants to have his eye on you 24/7 and especially when you're home alone. It just so happens that your parents were away celebrating their anniversary and left you in charge of the house. Finally, some alone time in the house, right? Right? He wouldn't be there physically watching you through your window, oh no no no, you guys have neighbors! One wrong move then boom, he's in handcuffs.

That's when Hierophant Green comes into play. Noriaki knows the time you head into the showers and is prepared to meet you there. Hierophant was his eyes. The camera was rolling, and you turned on the shower before taking off your shirt and skirt along with everything else. The camera quickly got a better view of your chest and the rest of you. You were perfect, you were flawless! You had curves he won't stop admiring was enamored by how smooth your legs looked, and the rest of you were just...perfect. He wanted to touch you, taste you, and fuck you. He wanted to be inside you, he wanted to be the one making love to you. He wanted to be the one providing you pleasure. He wanted to be the one making you scream his name. He wanted to be the one making you cum.

By now you were in the shower, the water hitting your skin and your once-dried hair now wet, the jiggly motion your thighs and ass would do as you were scrubbing yourself was out of this world! Noriaki couldn't help but get hard every time he did this, patting his harden boner through his boxers the small but visible print of pre-cum now coming out. It had been 2 hours since that video was taken, and many pictures of your naked figure were scattered across the bed. He'd never forget the image of your bare ass, your soft breasts with the tiniest droplets of water dripping off of them, how perfectly curved your ass was, or that tiny trail of moisture slowly trailing down your pussy, leading to that dark hole at the center of your entrance.

And the cycle continues. Kakyoin is always by your side whether you know it or not, he just couldn't wait to say I love you or surprise you with a romantic picnic in the park to confess his feelings for you. But for now, he lingers in the shadows with his secretive activities and possible hidden bodies buried in his yard. Best friend, childhood friend, just wait until he becomes permanently yours, (Y/N).

#stardust crusaders #anime #jjba stardust crusaders #yandere jojo #fluff #jjba part 3 #jjba smut #jjba fanfic #black writers #black reader #jojo kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #jojo no kimyō na bōken #kakyoin x y/n #female writers #poc writer #x black reader

[blessyourhondahurley]

Suptober day 4 - Commencement

Castiel completes his training with Rowena, and it all goes very fast after that!

A new part to my 2019 series Rowena's Shop

Suptober prompt: Nimbus Flufftober Prompt: Cinderella Moment Fictober Prompt: “Do you even know what this means?” Inktober Prompt: Dodge

(Read on AO3)

“Oh, well done, Castiel! Very well done, indeed! You've gotten it exactly right! Look!!”

Comfy and dozing in his overstuffed armchair, Dean can hear Rowena's words of effusive affirmation drifting in through the curtained doorway to the back of the store. The cooing, approving tone of her voice is one she's never used with him, of course, but Cas has been drawing it out of her more and more often lately as he's neared the completion of his studies. From the sound of it, he's just ticked another box on the list of spells he needs to master before he “graduates,” whatever that word means for a literal sorcerer's apprentice in the Year of our Lord 2023.

He's starting to doze off again when his boyfriend comes bursting through the doorway, a wide, gummy grin on his handsome face.

“Did you hear?!? I did it!!” he trumpets.

Dean stands to give him a hug. “I heard, honeybee! Nice work!! Does that mean you guys are done for the day, or are you taking a break? Maybe we could go grab a late lunch...?”

Cas gives him a firm, full-bodied squeeze, then pulls away, shaking his head. “No, beloved, I did it. That was the last one. I'm finished. Do you even know what this means?”

Dean watches, mouth agape, as he murmurs a few sibilant words and flicks a finger. The cozy glow of the shop's chandelier dims as a nimbus of luminescent power gathers around Cas's head. The blue highlights in his hair coil and eddy, then the color surges, flowing down the man's body and draping it in a floor-length brocade cloak that perfectly matches his gorgeous eyes. It's a Cinderella Moment if Dean's ever seen one.

“Holy shit,” he mutters.

“Indeed,” Rowena intones sarcastically as she walks into the room. “Eloquent as ever, I see.”

“Hey, screw you, Broom Hilda,” Dean snipes back. “Forgive me for being in awe of my boyfriend the fucking wizard.” He rolls his eyes at her and turns back to Cas. “So, what happens now? Can we celebrate? Go out for a nice dinner? Or should we just skip to dessert?” It's a cheesy line, but God help him, that little display of power got him so freaking turned on. If Rowena wasn't here he would 100% be on his knees right now.

Cas seems to be on the same wavelength, because he's got a dirty smirk on his face. He opens his mouth to respond, but Rowena throws up a waggling finger.

“Ah ah ah, there'll be plenty of time for that sort of business later. Right now I need your help with the last o'my cases.” She gestures behind her, at a teetering pile of steamer chests that definitely was not there a minute ago.

And the same-wavelength thing must still be in effect, because the two of them reply in unison, “Wait, what?”

“I've been stuck here long enough, boys. Now that you're ready, Castiel, I'll be goin' walkabout for a bit.” She points again at the trunks, an imperious quirk to her brow, and the two men scramble to fill their arms.

Rowena herself picks up the tiniest, daintiest little handbag and leads them, shuffling under the immense weight of her luggage, out the side door to the alley. Her car, like her a sporty little compact number of indeterminate age, make, and origin, seems much too small to hold so many massive cases. But of course, like magic, it all fits neatly into the boot, with ample room to spare.

Dean slams the lid down, then rounds on her. “So, what, Cas finished his training five minutes ago and you're getting outta Dodge? How long are you gonna be gone? What's gonna happen to the store? Wh–”

Whatever other question he'd been about to ask dies on his tongue when she snaps her fingers. (He's honestly not sure whether she did a silencing spell on him or he's just terrified of her.)

“It's tradition, you utter gowk. I've nothing more to teach our Castiel, and the shop practically runs itself, has done for centuries. And, much as I loathe to admit it, you've become quite an exemplary assistant in all the years you've been lollygaggin' around here waiting for your fella to do his lessons. The pair of ya'll do fine. And I'll be back around, in a few months or years or... Well, eventually. Cheerybye, boys!”

And she's gone, in a puff of sweet-smelling exhaust.

Dean and Cas stare at each other for a full minute, slack-jawed and stunned. Finally, Dean gathers himself enough to break the silence.

“Honeybee,” he says hoarsely. “What the fuck.”

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel au #suptober23 #day 4 #flufftober2023 #fictober 23 #fictober23