#if i can endure that for like literally 10+ fucking years

[mhsdatgo]

Alicent crowing aegon exposing her children to more risk than just letting rhaenyra became queen. Rhaenyra wanted that throne, there is no way she would have accepted those "terms", and alicent is 100% aware of this in the book and in the show as well. By crowning aegon she start a war and put her children DIRECTLY on the battlefield against people who were more experienced in war like daemon or ride dragon longer like rhaenyra and rhaenys amd consequently may control their dragon better. If you didn't want to consider a crash between two or more dragons, even if they were on a dragon against an army the danger is very high, look at rhaenys the conqueror or aemon the first son of jaehaerys, they were on dragon's back and yet both of them were killed by arrow. Not to mention that both in the book and in the show alicent spend years creating animosity with rhaenyra, If you TRULY believe that someone may hurt your children you do everything you can to maintain at least a civil relationship, and not constantly provoke them and then cry about how your children may be hurt by your stupidity. Because that what alicent has done in the book starting hating rhaenyra, pray viserys to name Aegon as heir and constantly share gossip to damage rhaenyra's image (with a 10 years old girl, meanwhile Alicent was a GROWN woman), and in the show the situation is not different. The truth is that alicent’s action were based on her own ambitious in the book and on her resentment to rhaenyra in the show, but NEVER in the interest of her children. In fact aegon never wanted to be king, he was forced by her and has to endure all the consequences while watching all of his family die

Ladies and gentlemen, here we have someone who quite literally didn't get a single thing about Fire and Blood.

See, anons like these are what makes my blood boil at the writers of HotD for making Rhaenyra appear like a saint which not only made most of the decisions she'll take from this moment onward out of (show) character (as far as character building and development goes) but also fucking boring.

I'm always one to listen to different points of view and interpretations of books as complicated as these, but something that has always bugged me is the way this fandom CANNOT DIGEST the type of tragedy that is just inevitable.

It was never about picking sides, it was never about sexism, it was always about kin torn apart by kin and their own flaws dragging them down. There was no way to ever avoid that and I cannot have a proper discussion about F&B with anyone who doesn't understand this first.

Moreover, just what do you think Alicent should've done? Shut up, be quiet, sit still and look pretty while Daemon's spies turned her children into bloody shreds? Allow them to be assassinated because of the threat they pose to Rhaenyra's claim? Does everything revolve around her? Is she some kind of Twilight Sparkle?

Let me tell you this: no woman would willingly step back and leave their children to their own devices when their own lives pose a threat to someone else's interests.

I have respect for Rhaenyra and her will to fight for what she believed was her birthright (although let's be honest, it was a feeling born out of nothing but the entitlement of a spoiled brat, it turned into a war of parents after one of each faction's children was killed) but I also have so much more respect for Alicent and her courage to bare teeth and claws and plan a coup to be allowed the upper hand and more possibilities of looking after her children if one of them is ruling. It's not "stupidity" it's awareness. And acting according to it.

It's true that Alicent has her own ambitions, but to say that they started growing in her when she was nothing but an 18 year old girl marrying a 30 year old man... Do you hear yourself? That's a girl getting graduated from high school. Oh shiver me timbers, we're scared of young adults here.

Everyone likes and loves and adores to talk about the way ALICENT was having beef with Rhaenyra as a 10 year old but nevermind Rhaenyra placing a bounty on two toddlers and one of them getting ripped apart because of it. Nevermind her refusing that bastard Corlys' advice to take Daeron as a hostage and demanding that he be killed instead. (Because this bitch was the #1 threat to her rule, but y'all aren't ready for that conversation)

She never "prayed" for Aegon to be named as heir, what she DID pray for was for him and Rhaenyra to be betrothed to one another. I hate Rhaegon personally, (no hate to any Rhaegon stan that reads this ♥️) but honestly this is the only marriage that could've MAYBE prevented the Dance. It started because there were two claimants to the throne. Just marry them to each other and the issue was solved. Both of them get crowned, no Dance, peace.

But noooooo, Viserys, the incompetent twat, as always had to act like an incompetent twat and be like "lol but they don't get along". IT WAS HIM WHO DOOMED HIS CHILDREN, EACH AND EVERY ONE OF HIS SONS AND DAUGHTERS. ALL. OF. THEM.

Everyone else acted as a consequence to the cluterfuck that the sick old man created. Namely, chaos. What else did you expect?

#hotd #house of the dragon #pro alicent hightower #pro team green #anti rhaenyra stans #anti team black #anti viserys i targaryen

[ilovewriting06]

Hello friend, I wanted to know if you can make one of Scott McCall, where is he married to Isacc's younger sister, Scott and Yn are celebrating Scott's birthday party, so after the party they have a hot moment, smut, a few weeks go by and Yn discovers that She's pregnant so she tells Scott then the others.

Tanks and your work is amazing 😻.

I hope you enjoy it Anon!

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Scott chuckles at my enthusiasm before pushing me away from him, and ultimately off the bed. I squeak when I hit the floor causing Scott's head to pop over the edge, "Shit! Sorry! You okay?"

I fake pout and sniffle, "No, you hurt my feelings."

He rolls his eyes before getting out of bed and stretching. From my position on the floor I get a wonderful view of his toned abs flexing and I can feel myself start to drool from the memories of last night.

I jump when Scott snaps his fingers in my face, "Ay, get your head out of the gutter, I'm too worn out from last night." I roll over to push myself up as I scoff, "Some alpha werewolf you are."

I don't get a chance to crawl to my feet when I'm picked up like a ragdoll. When I'm set on my feet I come face to face with a smirking Scott, "How's that for an alpha werewolf?"

I roll my eyes and walk towards the bedroom door as I speak, "10 outta 10 for strength. Sadly, strength doesn't help your endurance or performance."

I'm walking down the stairs of our two story house on the outskirts of Beacon Hills when I hear Scott squawk and run out of the room, "What's wrong with my performance?!"

I walk to the kitchen deciding to ignore him but that plan is thwarted when I'm caged against the counter as Scott looks down at me with a raised eyebrow, "If I recall, my performance was just fine last night."

I bite back a smile as I deadpan, "Sure." I go to wiggle out of his hold but his arms tighten, "Nuh uh, don't sure, me. Those noises you were making last night tell a very different story."

I finally smile and peck his nose, "You're right, you're performance is perfect." I pause and watch him smile before I sigh wistfully, "If only your endurance was too."

I dart out from under his arm but he catches me by the waist, "You listen here you little twerp, my endurance is just fine, when I'm not hungry."

I relax in his hold and spin around to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, "So, what you're saying is that if I feed you, you'll fuck me?"

"Please don't."

I spin around and squeal before tackling Isaac, "Izzy! You made it!"

He chuckles, "Of course I did, couldn't let my brother-in-law celebrate his 25th birthday with only one Lahey, that's just boring."

I hear Scott scoff, "Excuse you, she's a McCall now, has been for almost two years now, thank you very much."

I step away from Isaac in time to see him roll his eyes, "Whatever, she was a Lahey first. Anyways, you mentioned food." He directs the last part at me and I chuckle, "Yes, yes, come on wolfies let's go get breakfast."

They both groan as Isaac says to Scott, "She's hanging out with Stiles too much." I turn around and scoff, "There is never too much Stiles, he's literally the only one that knows how to keep dipshit over here from doing something stupid. I'm married to him and I still don't have the best luck with talking him down from doing something dumb."

Isaac rolls his eyes, never having liked Stiles too much, and Scott pouts, "It's my birthday, you aren't supposed to be mean."

I pat his cheek before walking to the fridge, "What do you two want for breakfast?"

"Waffles!"

"Pancakes!"

"Hey, it's my birthday, so I get waffles!"

"Yeah, and I just spent 13 hours on a plane to come wish you a happy birthday, so I want pancakes!"

I groan remembering why Melissa's house almost fell to the ground when all of us were still living there.

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I smile and pull Stiles into a hug when he walks through the door. He chuckles and sways us side to side, "Hey, Y/N/N."

I place a kiss to his cheek as I pull away, "Hey, Stiles. Where's Lyds?"

He rolls his eyes before looking towards the door, "Last minute makeup touches so she's 'presentable' or something, I don't know with her sometimes. She doesn't listen to me when I tell her she's beautiful without makeup."

I snort and grab his hand dragging him to the kitchen, "Well, since you're hear I need your cooking expertise."

When we get to the kitchen he raises and eyebrow, "Alright, what's wrong? We went over all the plans for this yesterday so something else is wrong."

I shake my head before playing with my fingers, "You know how Scott has wanted a baby for awhile?"

He nods before his eyes widen and he whisper shouts, "You're pregnant?!" I shake my head and shush him, "No, but I need you to do me a favor."

He crinkles his nose, "I mean, I'm flattered really, but you're like my little sister sooo..."

I can hear the sarcasm so I smack the back of his head, "Would you shut up and listen?"

He nods and actually focuses so I put on my best smile, "I need you to let Isaac stay with you tonight."

Stiles' mouth drops and he scowls, "No, no, absolutely not. He can't stand me, I can't stand him, we have like this silent agreement. Besides even if I agreed Lydia would have to agree and more importantly so would Isaac. Also, why the hell do you want him gone so soon after him getting here?"

I give him a look and his eyebrows furrow as he thinks about it before realization spreads across his face, "Aw, ew, that's just gross! I didn't need to know that."

I put on my best puppy eyes and pout, "Please, please, please! You'll get the title of godfather and best uncle, I swear. Not to mention this is the only birthday gift I got him, well, planned for him and it wouldn't be fair to force him to wait a week until Isaac leaves for his birthday gift, plus I'm ovulating right now." I really regret agreeing to Isaac's rule of no sex while he's in the house and I really regret getting Scott to agree to it too.

Stiles groans before nodding, "Okay, okay, you get Lydia and Isaac on board, then I'll agree."

I nod before yelling, "Isaac! Come to the kitchen for a second!"

Not even two seconds later Isaac comes bounding into the kitchen before stopping and sneering at Stiles, "Stilinski."

I roll my eyes before filling with pride as Stiles ignores Isaac and just looks at me. I turn to Isaac and clasp my hands together, "So, you'll be staying at Stiles and Lydia's tonight."

Isaac snorts, "As if, I'd rather stab my eyes out with a toothpick than stay with Stiles."

This time Stiles speaks, "Oh shove it, Scarfboy. I wouldn't have agreed to it if she wouldn't have asked me. I actually listen to what my sister has to say, maybe you should try it."

Any pride I had felt slips away and I groan because I know where this is going.

"I'm sorry, did you just call her your sister?! Listen here you no good, dirty rotten, son of a bitch, she's my sister. Has been for 23 years and last time I checked she didn't even know who you were until she was 14! Stop trying to steal my sister just because your mom died before you got one!"

Stiles' jaw tightens as my mouth drops, "Isaac Daniel Lahey, that was out of line, and you know it! What is wrong with you two, you've been after each other's throats since you met?"

By this point Scott is now in kitchen with wide eyes but I'm more interested in finding the real issue between these two.

Isaac is the first to answer, "He just swept in and stole you away, you were all I had left and he almost stole you away from me."

My mouth drops open but I'm surprised when Stiles' anger dwindles slightly, "Dude, that was never my intention! Yeah, I claimed her as my pseudo sister but that's because we spent so much time together. One of two things was gonna happen, we were either gonna fuck, which, ew, no offense Y/N/N, or become like siblings!"

I nod agreeing with Stiles because that is exactly what happened, "He's right, we bonded because we're both humans in the world of werewolves, kanimas, and banshees."

Isaac scoffs, "That bullshit, really? The only humans?"

I scowl and now my anger is flaring up, "Yes! Stiles and I were always left behind because we weren't as fast or as strong as you. Which to an extent I can understand, but Isaac, you shut me out. You got these super cool powers and we got away from dad, but after that, you just pushed me away!"

Isaac's eyes widen, "That isn't true!"

"Yes it is, and you know it, I can see it on your face! Not to mention you ran away to London when things got tough! When I needed you most you were thousands of miles away, and fuck if that didn't hurt!"

Isaac falters before he responds in a softer voice, "But...Allison."

I stiffen and I feel a hand on my back and I realize Scott had moved over to stand by me at some point. I huff trying to remain calm, "Yeah, well you weren't the only one that lost her, we all did. She was Scott's first love, Lydia's best friend, and like the older sister I always wanted, and Stiles." I take a deep breath before moving closer to Stiles and grabbing his hand squeezing it in reassurance, "God, Isaac, Stiles blamed himself for her death for months. You have no idea how much he went through, yet you still treat him like shit over some false assumption he stole me away or something, and I've heard you on more than one occasion imply that he had something to do with Allison. Even though I know you don't believe that."

I take a breath and I can physically see Isaac's face soften at the mention of Stiles blaming himself for Allison's death. I move back over to Scott needing the stability he offers me before speaking again, "Listen to me Isaac, I love you with all my heart, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel that same love for Stiles. Hell, I have the same love for Lydia too, it's the love between siblings. But you have to believe me that I didn't replace you, I just added to my family, but you were never, ever replaced."

I glance at Stiles to make sure talking about Allison hasn't affected him too bad before turning back to Isaac as he visibly relaxes. I think we all tense up slightly when he pulls Stiles into a hug which has Stiles looking at me as if he has no idea what's going on. I shrug just as clueless as him before I hear Isaac whisper, "Jesus, Stiles, that wasn't your fault. I-I thought you knew that, but I should have known your guilt complex wouldn't allow for that."

I sniffle and hold back happy tears before turning to face Scott, "I'm sorry we had such a big fight on your birthday."

Scott's eyes widen as does his smile, "Are you kidding me?! Babe, this is the best birthday gift ever!" I hear Stiles snort slightly at that comment before him and Isaac are hugging it out again.

I look up as the sound of high heels make their way to the kitchen before Lydia stops in her tracks with wide eyes, "What the hell did I miss?"

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I smile and look around at the family all packed into the living room. Noah and Derek are talking about only god knows what, Liam, Isaac, Scott, and Stiles are crammed on the couch as Scott and Liam help the other two boys get to know each other a little better. Lydia and Melissa are currently in the kitchen helping with last minute preparations, oh crap yeah that's why I'm out here, "Who's in charge of grilling?"

With that all the men accept for Derek and Liam jump up and I roll my eyes, "Okay, no to literally all of you except Noah. Literally don't know why I even asked."

The boys scoff in indignation and I raise an eyebrow and look at them, "Scott you burn everything, Isaac you literally burned water, I'm not trusting you with a grill. I turn to Stiles and smile sympathetically, "Stiles, oh darling Stiles."

Stiles narrows his eyes, "I feel like I'm about to get made fun of." I shrug before saying, "Stiles, I don't trust you with fire. Don't get me wrong you're a hell of a cook, but I don't think grilling is for you. You'd burn your eyebrows off somehow, and trust me, you'd look even worse with no eyebrows."

He rolls his eyes before slumping back onto the couch and muttering, "Bitch." I roll my eyes and Scott smacks him with a throw pillow, "That's my wife, be nice."

I kiss Scott's cheek and grab the pillow, "Thank you for defending my honor but it's fine, it's normal. He calls me bitch and I call him asshole, dick, bitch, dipshit, idiot, bastard, stupid, bitch ass pu-" This time I'm cut off by Stiles, "Alright! We get it, you call me every name in the book of insults. I love you too."

I snort before turning back to go into the kitchen with Noah following behind me.

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Everyone is playing an aggressive game of football in the backyard, with Lydia as referee, while Melissa and I clean up in the kitchen. I glance out the window as Isaac tackles Stiles to the ground before Stiles flips him the bird as he pushes himself off the ground.

I snort as Melissa hands me another dish, "I think those two are going to get along just fine." Melissa hums in agreement before asking, "So, when were you going to tell me you were trying to get pregnant?"

My mouth open and closes like a fish as I look at her, "W-what? H-how did you even know that?"

She smiles, "I accidentally pulled up your record the other day and saw all the tests you had done, I didn't look at the results though. I didn't want to overstep too much."

I blush and play with the dish towel I'm holding before leaning on the counter, "I wasn't sure I could have kids, that's why I had all the tests done. Scott's wanted kids ever since we started dating but infertility runs in my family and I wasn't sure if I could even get pregnant. I told him before we got married and he said he didn't care and that we could adopt but I could see how much he wanted one of his own."

Melissa frowns and dries her hands before laying one on my shoulder, "Oh, Sweetheart, what did the doctors say?" I feel a small smile tug on my lips, "They told me I'm perfectly healthy and shouldn't have any trouble whatsoever with conceiving. That's, uh, that's actually his birthday gift from me."

Her eyes widen before she squeals quietly, "I'm so excited! I've been wondering when to expect a grandchild but I didn't say anything since it wasn't really my place." I chuckle as I lean into her, "Well, I have a feeling you won't have to wait much longer."

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When the door closes and everyone has left I turn to Scott with a smile, "So, how was your birthday?"

He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his chest, "Well, Stiles and Isaac becoming friends is by far the best birthday gift ever."

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and play with the baby hairs on his neck, "You haven't gotten your gift from me yet, lover boy."

He smirks and hums, "Does this have anything to do with why you sent Isaac home with Stiles and Lyds?"

I blush suddenly feeling nervous before clearing my throat, "Well, that's part of it."

He raises an eyebrow while smirking, "And what's the other part."

I suck in a breath as butterflies dance in my stomach, "I went to the doctor and I had some tests done, just to be sure." His hands tighten on my waist and I can see the confusion and concern on his face, "Are you okay?"

I smile and nod, "Yeah, I just, I think its time we throw out the condoms."

His eyes widen before his smile does but when he processes what I said he's cupping my face, "You can get pregnant? They said that?"

I nod wrapping a hand around each of his wrists, not to pull him away but just to feel him, "Yeah, they said my chances of getting pregnant are high, and I'm actually ovulating today sooo..."

I'm cut off by a kiss and when he pulls away he laughs, "I lied, this is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!"

I smirk, "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's get to the fun part."

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"Oh god, Scott!"

At the moan of his name he sucks my clit into his mouth as his fingers pump in and out of me faster. I whimper and grab his hair pulling him closer, "S-so close."

Right as I'm about to drown in ecstasy he pulls away. I whine and try to pull him back to where I want him but he ignores me and makes his way up so he is directly above me.

He leans down and captures my lips in a sloppy kiss and I moan as I taste myself on his lips. I feel him shift ever so slightly above me before my eyes are rolling back as he enters me in one go. The groan he lets out is the most beautiful sounds I've heard, up until he rasps, "Fuck, Baby, I forgot how good you feel without a condom."

I thrust my hips up and arch into him as he moves getting faster with each thrust. I mewl as he leaves kisses up and down my neck, "Faster."

He growls lowly against my neck before moving faster than humanly possible and it has me screaming his name. "Oh, fuck, don't stop!"

On a particularly hard thrust I whine out his name as my nails rake down his back, no doubt leaving quickly healing scratches. The one thing I complain about when it comes to his werewolf powers is that I can never mark him like he does me. When I told him he just shrugged, chuckled, and then told me that in a few months he'd have a ring on his finger that would get the message out loud and clear that he was taken.

When he figured out I was genuinely sad about it he surprised me by getting my name tattooed on the inside of his left wrist. That was my best birthday gift I ever got.

I'm brought back to the moment when Scott mutters, "So close, you want a baby, I'll make sure you get it." I moan as he circles my clit urging me towards my high.

I arch my back, digging my nails into his shoulders as I cum with a shout of his name and within seconds he's falling over the edge and spilling inside me.

When he collapses beside me he brushes hair off of his forehead before asking, "You think it'll take?"

I smile and shrug, "I don't know, but the doctor told me that if we really want to get pregnant we should have sex at least once a day."

He growls and rolls us over before smirking, "Oh, don't you worry, that won't be a problem. Any chance we get, I'm fucking you until you can't see straight."

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It's been about a month since Scott's birthday party and true to his word, if we had even five minutes alone he was filling me with his cum. Even with all the trying I haven't shown any signs of being pregnant, no nausea, no weird food cravings, no extra tiredness, not a single sign.

Every day that passes I get a little more disheartened and wonder if the doctors got it wrong, if I really couldn't have kids. I never brought up my worries to Scott because he was convinced it would happen soon, and I didn't have the heart to discourage him.

I'm currently home alone standing in the kitchen when the front door opens and Lydia comes swooping in, "Hey, Y/N/N."

I smile and look at her, "Hey, Lyds, what's up?"

She slumps onto a barstool at the island before groaning, "Nothing, just the usual, period cramps and mood swings. Poor Stiles thought I was going to break up with him last night because I was so bitchy."

I snort, "That'd break his poor little heart, especially since he's got that engagement ring still stashed in his sock draw."

She laughs and shakes her head, "Nope, he moved it. I don't know where to but I think he has a suspicion that I found it. I'm just proud of myself for not looking at it."

I laugh as I slather mayonnaise on a piece of bread when Lydia grimaces, "Geez, is your period coming? Last I checked you only used a little bit mayonnaise, not a whole jar."

I roll my eyes before I falter a little bit, she's right about the mayonnaise and when I think about it, my period should have came last week, but it didn't. I feel my heart flutter at the thought before blocking it out and turning to Lydia, "I dunno, maybe."

She nods before getting up and rummaging through the cabinets, "Oh my god, really Y/N/N?" I turn to look at her and see her holding up a bag of dill pickle chips, "These things are an abomination."

I groan and roll my eyes, "No they aren't, besides, I like them. They have just the right amount of vinegar."

Lydia narrows her eyes and looks me up and down before humming. I furrow my eyebrows before it hits me, I don't like vinegar, in fact I despise it. I can't help but think that this is it, these are the signs I've been looking for and I completely overlooked them.

Lydia grabs a granola bar before turning to me, "Anyways, I came over to see if I could borrow that book we found the other week in that weird witch's hut."

I nod and hum, "Yeah, sure, it's in Scott's office on the second row of his bookshelf on the right side of the door when you walk into the room. I think it's the fourth book in." She stares at me in amazement, "Sometimes I forget how good of a memory you have."

She's there for about another thirty minutes before she heads back down the street towards her and Stiles' house. As soon as she's out the door I run up the stairs taking two at a time until I burst into Scott and I's bathroom.

I rummage through the cabinet until I reach the pregnancy test that was laying, buried, in the back. I look at the box as I take a deep breath reminding myself that there is still a very strong possibility that it'll be negative.

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I tap my foot impatiently as I wait for the timer to go off. The house is completely silent except for the sound of my foot tapping on the tile and my quiet pleas, "Please, please, please, be positive. Please be positive."

When the timer goes off I turn it off before bracing myself that there's still a chance that it's negative. Even though I was so impatient for the timer to go off I stand in the bathroom staring at the test for another two minutes before I finally get up the nerve to look at it.

I take one last deep breath before grabbing the test and flipping it over and I can't help the excited scream I let out when I read the words on the small screen, Pregnant, with a little 3+ under it.

I sit on the edge of the tub in surprise, I can't believe it, all this time I was stressing about whether I could get pregnant or not, I was, pregnant.

Wait, if I'm pregnant, why hasn't Scott heard the heartbeat? I grab my phone and breath a sigh of relief when the great powers of Google say that a babies heartbeat usually isn't heard until 5 1/2 weeks, which means I more than likely got pregnant on his birthday or right after.

Oh my god, Scott! I have to tell Scott!

I run down the stairs grabbing my keys before stopping and thinking this through, okay, its 11:30 Scott's lunch break is at 12:30 and he always comes home even though I've usually already eaten. He has to be back at Deaton's at 1:30 which means he'll have time to process the news before he goes back to work.

I hang my keys back up before making my way to the couch and turning on the tv, okay, I only have to wait an hour, it's not that long.

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This has been the longest hour of my life.

By the time 12:30 rolls around I've paced through the whole house about fifty times and when the front door clicks shut and I hear Scott yell for me I can't help it, I shriek.

Before Scott has a chance to brace himself I've tackled him in a hug. He holds onto me as he chuckles, "Well, someone's glad to see me."

I mumble into his shirt but he pulls me away with confusion and amusement on his face, "What?"

I chuckle as my cheeks hurt from how wide my smile is before I repeat myself, "I said, I'm pregnant."

His mouth drops and he stutters, "Wha-what?"

I run into the living room grabbing the test off the coffee table before running back to him and handing it to him. He looks at it and his eyes widen even more, "Three weeks? My birthday..."

I nod and chuckle, "Yeah, your birthday."

The surprise leaves his face and before I know it I've been swept into his arms as he laughs, "You're pregnant! We're having a baby!"

I chuckle and agree with him before he shouts, "Best birthday gift ever!"

#scott mccall #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall smut #noah stilinski #melissa mccall #lydia martin #isaac lahey

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Perfectly Misaligned | Part 1

"I see in a different light // The objects of my desire" - Alkaline by Sleep Token

Will Ramos x female reader

MDNI 🔞⚠️: mild fluff, nothing 🌶

1,187 words

They say opposites attract. Something you thought to be bullshit up until the moment you met Will Ramos. That was the moment your whole world changed.

Will is a popular deathcore vocalist who likes fast cars, has piercings and a body illustrated with tattoos. You, on the other hand, are a (self-proclaimed) plain Jane history nerd, who felt radical when you got a nostril piercing after a friend dared you. The contrast was so stark, your best friends didn't believe you when you eventually told them you were in the talking stage with Will. Even once your relationship with Will was well-established, you’d still endure comments from family and friends telling you Will was out of your league and that you were the opposite of ‘rockstar’s girlfriend material’.

Will was always the first to reassure you when the comments had you doubting yourself. The love between you both was the kind people dream of where you feel connected on a spiritual level. Your differences didn't matter to either of you. In fact, the differences had helped to bring you closer together through introducing one another to new experiences and hobbies, whilst still being able to hold on to your individuality.

Feelings had blossomed over months of taking the time to get to know each other after you literally ran into him on your way to the office. The pair of you still laughed about it almost three years later, always happy to bring up the story when you were asked about how you’d met - no matter how many times you’d told it.

You'd woken up, bleary-eyed and lethargic - like most mornings - and decided to hit the snooze button a few too many times. You were no morning person so it wasn’t uncommon to find yourself having to sprint for the bus after speed-showering and completing the steps of your morning routine two at a time. However on this particular morning, as you were (what can only be described as) hurtling down the street to the bus stop. You were literally stopped in your tracks when you slammed into the most striking brown-eyed man you'd ever come across.

He took your breath away in more ways than just the impact knocking the wind out of you.

“I'm. Sorry. I. Didn't. See. You. Fuck!” you stammered in between inhaling deeply to refill your lungs with oxygen.

“Whoa, Shit. Ummm. You good?” the handsome stranger replied as he looked down at you, his wild curls falling in front of his face which hosted a soft smile.

Goosebumps formed on your arms and your face flushed. You were completely dumbfounded and could feel heat prickling the back of your neck despite the cool morning air. Your thighs clenched together, providing a temporary fix for longing you suddenly felt between your legs.

“I’m so sorry. I- I'm running late and… I'm sorry,” you managed, tearing your eyes away from his gentle gaze. “Did I hurt you? Oh my God. Are you okay?”

“Don't worry about me. I think you've winded yourself. Maybe you should sit down,” he said, gesturing toward a wooden bench around 10 yards away.

“I can't. If I'm late again, my boss might actually kill me,” you groaned sarcastically, attempting to make a joke.

Then he flashed you a smile, and you could have sworn everyone else on the street disappeared.

“Promise me you're okay, or I'll cancel my tattoo appointment right now and personally go to your boss and explain I'm the asshole who made you late!”

You couldn't help but giggle. “You don't have to be this nice about it. I'm the asshole who was running down the street. I literally ran into you! Wait. Tattoo appointment? Are you going to be late now too?!” You panicked.

“I have plenty of time. Hey, let me give you my number, and you can let me know how you are later,” he said, almost hopefully.

Taking your phone out of your bag, you opened the phone book app and handed it to him. You watch as he typed in his details, observing the way he furrowed his brow when he concentrated and slightly tilted his head to the side. When he handed you back your phone and his soft fingers grazed your own, and you had to fight against your buckling knees.

“I'm Will, by the way,” he said, leaving his fingers in contact with yours for as long as possible before your lateness made you pull away.

“Nice to meet you, Will. I’m y/n,” you replied in a sultry manner as you put your phone back in your back and turned to walk away.

You walked as quickly as you could without breaking into a run, turning back a few times to see Will was still watching you. You rounded the corner and jogged the rest of the way to the bus stop, barely making it in time. The ride to work was a daze, with your only thoughts being of Will and his kindness… and those eyes.

You pulled out your phone and typed out a message, pressing send before you lost your nerve:

Hey Will, I'm really sorry about running into you. Are you sure you aren't hurt?

How about I take you to dinner to make it up to you? - y/n

Since that fateful day, you'd move in together and made all kinds of crazy plans, which you would carry out when work schedules allowed.

Right now, Will was in the studio with the band, recording their next album. Although studio days were long days and he would almost always get home really late, you didn't mind because it still meant you'd get to see him each day - unlike when he was away on tour.

Will was exhausted when he eventually got home at around 1am. He flopped into bed next to you, pulling you into a comforting embrace as he nuzzled his face in your neck. Rolling over to face him, you rested your hands on his face and pulled him in until his lips made contact with yours, opening your mouth slightly. He tasted like toothpaste as your tongues slowly moved against each other. You were both too tired to take it further so you slowly and reluctantly drifted away from each other.

You pressed your forehead to his as you asked him about his day, “Did you get much tracked, baby?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Almost two complete songs. I've also been asked to do a photoshoot for a boutique downtown tomorrow, so Adam and Andrew are going to track guitars.”

“Sounds like it's going well. Is it a last minute shoot?” you murmured, half asleep.

“No. They've had a model drop out so reached out to a bunch of people in the area and turns out I said ‘yes’ first,”

“I've always said if the music career tanks, you could make it as a model.”

Will chuckled to himself as you fought to stay awake. “Go to sleep, baby. We'll talk about my career options in the morning. I love you,” he whispered, leaving delicate kisses on your nose, cheek and lips.

Part 2

#will ramos x reader #will ramos fanfiction #will ramos #william ramos #will ramos fanfic #will ramos fic #will lorna shore #lorna shore fic #lorna shore fanfiction #lorna shore

[sailorgundam308]

Being the angst sucker that I am (but also a coward that doesn’t want to feel too depressed about bad endings), I headcanon a lot about the dynamics and end/post game canons for Astarion and Karlach as a couple (no shit!).

I know a lot of people ship Karlach with Dammon. I obviously don’t, but not because I think they don’t fit well together or whatever. I have this thing in my head of how I view Karlach which puts her relationship with Astarion as more realistic, more fulfilling, and more attractive to me (duh).

Dammon as a character is a nice, hard working guy. He’s also crazy handsome, has the hots for Karlach and some mechanics knowledge to be able to help her a bit. So yea, cool. I like him a lot so that’s not it.

BUT.

Just gonna blurt it out: I think Karlach is too fucked up to be with him in the canon universe we have. It’s a similar reason I have for how I see her reaction to the love test in the Circus in Act 3, which I made a post about. Had Karlach never been betrayed by Gortash, had not been irreversibly damaged (in more ways than one) and not been transformed by her 10 years ordeal, Dammon would be the ‘perfect pairing’ for her - a gentle, good hearted, generous and hot piece of ass. Thumbs up.

HOWEVER.

She’s not that girl anymore. She keeps it bottled up, pushes it down and shuts herself to what her trauma did to her and while it’s commendable, imo, it’s not real. She wants it to be so bad because she’s got so little time and is desperately clinging to her life before she started making mistakes (now being back in the Material Plane after so long). If she doesn’t die, though, she won’t keep this up forever. She’s carrying pain, remorse, ANGER, jealousy, self pity. A LOT of it. Much more than she let out in her post-Gortash breakdown. All these are very human emotions, and very understandable in her situation. She also changed, physically, mentally, emotionally. She grew, she learned- and it wasn’t all pretty and nice things. I like the idea that she’s being the most genuine character in the game while ALSO being the one wearing the most impenetrable mask. It’s wild and damn cool to see her through that lens.

Which brings me to Astarion.

He is also wearing a mask, but a much more frail one. He’s cracked. He tells and shows us these ugly emotions, his selfishness and hurt, much more directly than Karlach does. He’s broken, wicked, mean. It’s clear his trauma completely changed him (though I don’t think he was a good guy before it either), and is entrenched into who he is when we meet him - and will continue to be part of him even after he heals.

I think Karlach is attracted to him not in spite of how mean he is - but because of it. I don’t think she’s aware of it, though. She says something about Astarion having a good heart beneath it all - and while he might have something like a better heart inside that can be rescued, he’s not inherently good, nor he was before being turned (nor he wants to be). The dynamic of Karlach using goodness and positivity as a lifeline, as if to counter the decade of (literally) pure evil she’s been forced to endure, while also ‘surprisingly’ getting along so well with Astarion from the start, also being attracted to his wickedness, gives an incredible depth to their relationship. I see not only the idea of Karlach’s kindness, non-judgement and patience being a refuge for Astarion, but Astarion’s grey personality being a refuge where Karlach will be able to let her walls down - show the ugliness bottled up inside - without fear or shame, and knowing it will be completely and utterly understood. Astarion will never judge her for whatever impulses or thoughts she might have, for displays of selfishness, jealousy or violence. Imo, they can even work some of those out together (wink wink, but not only in that way lol). At the same time, I do believe Astarion saw from the first glance he had at Karlach (or in the first couple of days) that she carried a pain much like his. It’s why he respects her, why he is so quick to apologize to her and only to her, why he feels empathy for her suffering while being absolutely cold to the others. She’s the first one who gives him the opportunity of allowing himself to feel safe, to let his guard down if only for a night. His connection with her might be based on a selfish start (it’s about him - she is like him), but it grows to be more complex as they grow closer. I see him slowly falling in love with her as a parallel to him slowly learning to love himself, to forgive himself.

It’s all so beautiful, poetic and layered and shit (wow, me so eloquent).

But in all honesty, that’s all to say, while I think Karlach and Dammon look nice together, I see him as being the person who’d have been the one for her if she was just Karlach Cliffgate. However, she is not. She is Karlach Cliffgate and she is also Karlach Demonsbane - and for that ‘her’, Astarion - with his imperfections, his wicked ways and his darkness - is the one who truly fits her perfectly (or imperfectly, which imo is even better).

Thank you for reading all this rambling. I love rambling and will (can) never stop so good for you :V

AGH I LOVE bittersweet gritty messy romanceeeeeeee (but I wanna give them a better ending than the one in game - though if the patches weren’t broken, it’s improved a bit already)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 ramblings #bg3 character analysis #bg3 ship analysis #(is that a thing) #astarion x karlach #karlach x astarion #karlach #astarion #hellspawn #starlach #fireblood #why I love this ship so much #you can go so deep #and it’s not a fairy tale bs #it feels real #YUM

[qcomicsy]

Batfam members on a scale of how able they are on rolling a blunt.

Alfred Penyworth

He was a spy. There's nothing he doesn't know how to do.

Harley 11/10

Her wife is plant based. And she probably learned on college, she's a medical major they're all either stoners or coke addicts.

She also has a power trip about rolling for hot people, it's how she flirts. Used to roll for Joker and she's is bitter about it until this day.

Tim Drake 10/10

With the amount of stress this poor soul had to endure in his 17 years of living on this godforsaken earth, there isn't NO WAY he's not a stoner. Probably Kon/Bernard/Steph was the one who taught him. I'm voting Bernard because they met eachother in highschool and 2000's bernard looks like the post card of a early 2000's stoner kid.

Dick Grayson 9/10

He's pretty. Most pretty people don't know how to roll, because there's always someone else to do it for them so he learned literally years after the first time he smoked just to prove to himself he could do it.

Steph 9/10

Knows how to do it. Doesn't smoke much or regularly. It's a thing in a life time. Used to smoke with Tim, now smokes with Cass, mostly rolls for Cass.

Kate Kane 8.

Solid 8. No I will not elaborate on that fuck you.

Jason Todd 7/10

Knows how to do it (10/10). Hate to do it. Will do it for a friend though, will also complain the whole time (will also do it wrongly on purpose to the same person stop asking him). Does not smoke. The only person who ever saw him smoke is Arsenal (when they were teenagers) and Harley (don't ask) and he like to keep it that way.

HOWEVER if the person rolling is Tim Drake, and exclusively Tim Drake he will take it from Tim's hands and roll it correctly just to be an asshole about it.

Barbara Gordon 5/10

Her father is a cop, it's not worth it the migraine. Generally smokes if there's someone else who bought and someone else to roll, she also doesn't see much the appeal and hates not be able to be able to control of her own body. Will make exceptions for the birds of pray.

Bruce Wayne 6/10

He can if he sets his mind about it but he only had smoked half of the times as Bruce Wayne™ playboy millionaire so there's always someone a simp to roll for him and the other half with Selina, Harley, Khoa and Harvey. And. every. single. one. of them rolled for him (each one for a different reason).

Cass 4/10

Would learn if she sets her mind to do it, but Steph rolls for her and she doesn't wanna lose this. So she pretends she's clueless about it.

Duke Thomas 2/10

Doesn't smoke. He's a fast learner so if he wanted to do it,he would probably would catch up quickly.

Damian Wayne 0/10

He's ten.

Probably he will eventually learn when he gets older, but not because he wants to smoke. He'll learn by himself because he's Bruce's son and Nightwing's younger brother, he wants to be prepared. Probably would roll for his friends like Jason does.

yeah I know he's not actually ten but in my mind he is fuck you

#found it on my drafts seems worth it #the source is that I made thefuck up #tw weed #tw smoking #tw cigarette #tw cannabis #jason todd #redhood #dick grayson #nightwing #redrobin #robin #tim drake #damian wayne #damian al ghul #kate kane #batwoman #bruce wayne #batman #alfred penyworth #yes alfred penyworth is there too #harvey dent #two face #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #selina kyle #catwoman #batfamily #batfam

[yesokaythatsfine69]

Stranger Things Have Happened (Stranger things Hendersonxreader! HC's)

Description: Y/N Henderson is loved by all and feared by few, here are a bunch of head cannons between you and the characters of stranger things season four.

Character(s): eleven, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, will, max, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, Erica, Eddie, Billie (wdym he's dead??)

Warning(s): spoilers?? (Not really, this is pretty freeform), The byers and El are still in Hawkins, Gay, cursing, smutty?, Fluffy, drugs, alcohol, death, and that should b it (read at ur own risk)

A/n: I'm back! I haven't posted an x reader or hc since 2020 ! Those were strictly also for AOT (but if you're like me and a fan of both please feel free to check out my other works) I love stranger things and if u look at my old master list you'd see that I had originally planned to write for that series as well. If u guys like this let me know, if u guys wanna see more aot let me know, or literally anything else- lmk

Word Count: 3K

Song: running up that hill - Kate bush

*all gifs used are not mine and full credit goes to the owner :)

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For most of your life, until the summer before your junior year, you had been considered pretty much an outcast. Weekends and free time was spent with you playing dnd and practically constructing campaigns for your brother and his friends by yourself. By the time you were fifteen you were a level 10 dm.

While this was fucking sick for you and your brothers friends- the rest of Hawkins didn't agree. Not only that, but you had your younger brothers signature curly short hair, and black, thick, wide lense glasses and large metal trapping around your teeth (braces).

For many years, your only friends were the friends your brother had. Which didn't score you any points amongst your peers. However, when shit hit the fan in Hawkins you fought like a total badass, and became friends with some of the older Hawkins kids who went to your school. (Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve.)

When Max and her brother Billy arrived, you were just a sophomore. When you, Steve, Max, Lucas, and Dustin all got stuck in a bus you and Steve had to fight tooth and nail to get those kids to safety, Billy Hargrove repaid you by almost hitting your bike (with you on it) with his car.

Then, when you went to summer camp- and your younger brother Dustin went to his own, you returned looking like you belonged on some sort of calendar. Robin and Steve couldn't look you in the eye. Robin, you became fast friends with, she shared your love of making Steve's life miserable. You worked with Billy as a lifeguard, and he followed you around like a puppy. Which, considering how you feel about Billy could be regarded as a win or a loss.

Now, here you are. A senior in high school, and a cheerleader. (Nancy told you to try out after noticing how flexible you were when the two of you were fighting alongside one another at the mall). You know everyone and everyone knows you- so, let's get these head cannons started shall we?

A very drunk and a very high y/n

You weren't BIG on partying. You would've much rather been home, dancing around your room, hair brush in hand, singing some Madonna song- but here you are, after a big win for hawkins basketball team, in a very crowded and loud living room party.

You're wearing the cutest mini skirt and the cutest top, both outlining your delicious curves. Your hair is teezed to the nines into a semi-space bun. (Your love for Star Wars endures). However, your makeup is slightly smeered, and your eyes are glassy.

You've had about four red solo cups too many, and you've been spoon fed a blunt. It's a wonder you can walk. You giggle as you shuffle through the crowd of teenagers. "Y/n? Y/n Henderson?"

You paused, turning around to see Billy Hargrove give you a once over. If your face wasn't already warm with the alcohol, you would've blushed. "Billy!" You teetered over, and he helped you keep balance.

"having a good time?" He laughed, but gently moved a stray hair from your face. You leaned into his touch. Usually, you would've threatened him or tried to hit him, but at the moment you were choosing to live, laugh, love instead pain, war, and homicide.

"yesss." You drew. Billy smiled. "Where's Chrissy? She didn't leave you like this, did she?" You frowned. You couldn't really remember, actually. "I don't know, I think she went to the bathroom." You were yelling now, over the pulsing music. He nodded. "Lets get you some water."

He went to move, but you pulled him towards you instead, and suddenly you were meer inches away. Billy bit his bottom lip. "Stay." He shook his head. "I'll be right back." He let go, and moved to the kitchen. However when he did, the song changed. "I love kate bush." You smiled, and began to sway your hips, moving backwards from where you stood.

Then, suddenly you're plowed into from behind. Luckily for you, it's Eddie Munson.

Eddie had referred to you as his dream girl, because, you definitely were. Not only were you hot but you were also a god at dnd. Best of both worlds. He had gone to this party as a main distributor of goods, and hadn't expected you to be there. So when he bumped into you, and immediately caught you before you hit the ground, he was FLOURED.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and touched his nose to yours. "Hey motley Crue, what's the damage?" Your voice was lower, and velvety in Eddie's ears. "I'm-I was-I am- I, uh, Just dropping off some..." He frowned at your dazed expression. Then he smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling. "Are you drunk, Henderson?"

You laughed. "Maybe I am Eddison. What are you going to do about it?" You booped his nose. Eddie shook his head. "Yeah, alright." He immediately walked (closer to carry) you out, through the crowd and to his car. He drove you home, expecting only your little brother to be there.

Little did he know...

"Is that your sister, Dustin?" Erica stood at the window looking out the front yard, and Dustin frowned. "My sister is at a sleepover right now-" "Nope, that is definitely y/n." Max grimaced, standing next to Erica at the window.

Dustin frowned and came around to where they stood, Steve following pursuit. When they arrived to stand behind Max and Erica, Dustin smacked his forehead. Eddie Munson was carrying you through their front yard, and you weren't making it easy, flopping around the poor guy like he was a pole and you a stripper.

Eleven, Mike, Lucas, will, Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin all now stood at the window, watching Eddie all but drag you to the front door. "Oh shit." Dustin sighed. Steve rushed out the door, helping Eddie by taking your feet as Eddie took your shoulders.

"what happened?" Johnathan was worried, with all the weird shit happening recently he feared that maybe this wasn't innocent. His mind went to the upside down, to some terrible new creature that they would have to deal with, or MAYBE- Nancy reassured him. "Looks like one of the basketball parties." Eddie looked up at the brunette. "How'd you know?"

She winced slightly. "Personal experience." Eddie and Steve put you on the couch. "I'll get some water." Dustin pointed her to where the cups could be found. "I heard it was supposed to be pretty big." Lucas said, standing next to Max.

Nancy acted as a mother to you, bringing you water, and directing them to place you on your side. Jonathan mostly just tried to make sure you hadn't been taken over by some dnd villain and when he was sure you were just wasted- he let Nancy do her thing.

Eleven was worried that you were about to die, so she immediately grabbed your hand for reassurance. (Whether that was for you or her, idk). Eleven hadn't really seen anyone wasted before, let alone you, her idol. "What if she has alcohol poisoning!" You giggled. "El, your hands are so small!" Eleven frowned. Were her hands small?

Mike snorted and El shot him a glare. Mike nodded and gave you two some more space.

Dustin was pacing, ranting, and absolutely pissed. "Of all the times, y/n seriously!", "What if mom finds out?", "Jesus Christ y/n." And finally "she's okay, right?" El's comment on alcohol poisoning seemed to cool him for the moment.

Lucas kind of wished he was like you right now, drink and high off your balls...but he also realized that this was really, really embarrassing.

Will was worried about you, but he didn't really want to get involved, considering he had no clue what do when someone got alcohol poisoning.

Steve was fussing over you, like BIG time. "Y/n, seriously?" You kept trying to touch his hair. Finally he gave in, but only when you promised to lay on your side and drink some water. "Drink this." He practically poured the water down your throat. "Thanks, Daddy." you said after swallowing, causing Steve to turn bright red. He coughed, and Eddie gave him a look.

Robin was trying to get you to talk as much as possible. This was funny. You were such a cute drunk, too! "Y/n, how do you feel about the humpty dump?"

Eddie and Steve kept arguing about how best to take care of you, to which you interjected, "Don't worry boys, there's enough holes for-" "Y/N! Jesus Christ!" Dustin was slamming his head into the wall.

Y/n saves them

You worked with Billy as a lifeguard at the city pool. You were closing with him, and had made it to your bike when you realized you left your house keys in your locker. So, you begrudgingly went back into the pool. You heard screaming, and at first you thought, funny haha, but then...you rushed in, to see Billy being literally fucking attacked by some venom looking shit. You grabbed the half naked boy and chucked your bag at the creature, giving both of you enough time to escape. The two of you were literally hooked onto each other, and you didn't realize just how close the two of you were clutching each other until he was pushing you into his truck and getting the hell out of there.

Eddie had just witnessed Chrissy's brain explode in her fucking skull. In his trailer. On the roof. Your home phone rang and you had begrudgingly answered, worried that it would disturb your mom. "Hello?" A shaky voice on the other end preened at the sound of your own. "Y/n? Y/n oh thank God. You would not believe what just fucking happened I was here and Chrissy was here and then all of a sudden the lights and her eyes and then bones started cracking and oh my god-" You blinked, trying to rapidly comprehend what was happening over the line. Eddie had never sounded like this. He didn't even sound like Eddie. He sounded like some kid who lost their parent at a grocery store. "Eddie, slow down, what are you-" A sharp intake of breath- "Chrissy's dead, y/n." You paused. Chrissy had been a friend of yours, someone you actually really liked (one of the few people on your squad.). Like the others? You wondered, biting your lip. "I'm on my way."

"Russians? Dustin have you lost your goddamned mind?" You stared at your younger brother and his new found little friend (who was also Luca's little sister,) Erica. "Y/n I know it sounds crazy, but I promise you, Robin and Steve were taken by-" You raised a hand and cut him off. Turning to Erica, you raised a brow. "They did sound Russian." You sighed. "So there's just a bunch of Russians conducting secret experiments in secret elevator shafts at Starcourt Mall?" Dustin nodded. "Yes." You nodded. "And these Russians have kidnapped Robin and Steve?" Erica nodded. "Yeah." You nodded again. "This is like the tenth time I saved Steve's ass." You let out a huff. "let me get my bat."

"Robin? Can you hear me?" Robin gave you a big doe-eyed look, smiling slowly. "So fucking pretty." She mumbled, looking up at you from where you had her on the floor, trying desperately to get her to wake up or move or something. The guards couldn't be distracted forever. You flushed, but forrowed your brows, trying to (unsuccessfully) ignore that. "Robin can you stand?" She touched your face, gently grazing your cheek with her hand. You swallowed. "Is that a yes or...?" "Y/n?!" Your brother yelled from behind you, causing you to Jump. "Jesus! What?" He crept closer to you. "They've been drugged." You rolled your eyes. "really? You think." Robin giggled. "Funny and beautiful." Dustin gave her a confused look. "Is she talking about me?" Oh jeez.

As you said before, you had saved Steve at least ten times before. The two of you had known each other since that time at the Byers, when you were with Nancy and Jonathan and the lights kept flickering and a fucking demon from the pits of Hell came up from no where. Steve had decided to crash the party, which would pay off in the end, but not until you ended up almost getting your windpipe crushed into bits.

Both you and Jonathan held bats in your hands- although you had to admit that Jonathan's was much cooler (barbed spikes wrapped around it's too) and Nancy in between the two of you, with a loaded gun cocked in her hands. She kind of scared you, but also like "girlboss". Steve walked behind you, much to your dismay. The dude was definitely going to get you all killed because he kept freaking out.

Jonathan led the way into his living room, your heart beating in your ears. "Nice place." You swallowed. Then Steve started to lose it. Again. "This is crazy! This is crazy!" You gripped your bat. "I'm gonna hit him." Nancy gave you a look.

He grabbed the phone from their wall and began dialing, Nancy grabbing it from his hand and flinging it. You peered around the room, the feeling of unease you had only growing. They argued as you swept your surroundings, you vaguely hearing Nancy tell Steve that he had to leave. Then he was gone. Then the lights began to flicker.

The three of you stayed in the middle of the room. "Where is it?" Nancy whipped around and Jonathan raised his bat. "Come on you son of a bitch." You swallowed. "I don't think we should taunt it." Then the lights turned off, and it tackled Jonathan to the floor. As Nancy shot at it, you slammed your bat into it's flower like face.

That only pissed it off. It went after Nancy, who quickly shot at it until no bullets were left. Then as got close, you went at it from behind, hitting it over and over again. It's attention turned to you, before Steve jumped into the mix, grabbing Jonathan's forgotten bat and hitting it from it's other side.

The Demogorgon grabbed you by your throat, hoisting you up. Steve hit it at a particular angle, and it dropped you. You pulled the trap around it's ankle, and grabbed Steve as you choked. The four of you now stood at the end of the room, Nancy telling Jonathan to essentially light that mother fucker up like a fucking Roman candle on the fourth of July. Or something like that.

From that point on you and Steve were kind of like a package deal. One saving the other and so forth. Of course this was also the first time you fought or helped save Nancy and Jonathan (not like it'll be the last). "I'm, y/n by the way." You stretched out a sweaty palm. Steve, the king, took it in his. "Steve."

You, yourself had never really helped save Will or Mike. BUT you had helped them to escape, and to destroy your towns brand new and very shiny mall. Which as much as you wished you could say was an accomplishment because you helped destroy a bad guy- it made you sad. You actually liked that mall.

When you, Dustin, Steve, Lucas, and Max all got stuck in a junk yard surrounded by demodogs, it was literally up to you and Steve to get those kids out of there. They surrounded you two, Lucas doing his best to inform you both of their next moves. Once again, you and Steve would work side by side. "There's too many of them!" You called, after getting in a few good hits of some demodog. "We got to get these kids out of here!" Steve only yelled back.

By the end, when the five of you reached safety, Dustin jokingly asked if he should start calling the two of you mom and dad. "Please, god help us all if the hair ball over here decides he wants children." Steve glared at you. "Hey! I'll have you know that I'll be doing the hair industry a favor if and when I decide to have children."

You didn't think that you did much to help El. Like, the kid didn't need help, much less saving, from you especially. You were just a dnd player with a bat and sarcasm. But to El, you were a life saver. Not in the ways were you saved her from a mind flayer or Vecna. But in the ways that you took her hand and soothed her, braided her hair, painted her nails. If it weren't for you she would've been stuck around a bunch of smelly boys who were a lil too obsessed with dnd (you were just a lil better off). Can you imagine?

Y/n gives some relationship advice

(Steve, Billy, Eddie, and Robin did not receive any relationship advice because, as you would often so kindly point out to them, they are single.)

Dustin hasn't originally came to you for advice about Max, but you were there when he asked Steve. You were shocked, because what the fuck did Steve know about women? "Wait why are you asking him? What does he know about women?" Steve gave you a look. "I know plenty about women." You rolled your eyes. "aren't you single?" Dustin interjected. "Y/n, no offense but you've never dated anyone before. Also your my sister and I'd rather eat my foot off then talk to you about what women like so." You gasped. "I'm waiting to get into a relationship until I have my braces off, thank you very much! Also even if I've never had a boyfriend I still know what I'd want." Steve snorted. You gave him a sharp look. "Shut it, hair gel. Dustin, women like it when men are upfront and honest and confident and-" "blah, blah, blah. He's what you want to do." Steve cut you off. You shoved him, and he grabbed you, the two of you falling to the ground. When you landed, the two of you were meer inches from one another's face. Steve's breath quickened slightly and he gave you a soft look. You shoved him back down before hoping up. You wrapped an arm around Dustin. "Just be yourself. Who doesn't love Dustin Henderson?"

"Mike, Mike, Mike." You tutted, watching as El and Max walked away, having just seen the girl break up him. He rolled his eyes. "Not right now, Y/n can't you see I just got-" "your ass dumped?" You lifted a brow. Mike looked like he was about to cry, so you rolled your eyes and patted his back. "You may have brought this on yourself, but I think I know how you can fix this." Mike looked up at you hopefully. "Really?" You nodded. "it's called communication. Talk to her. It does wonders." Mike slumped and you patted his back, smiling at Lucas and Will as you left. Then you paused. "Wait, where's Dustin?"

Lucas was having Max problems. So, he went to the only person who knew who could help. "Lucas? What's up? Dnd isn't for another-" Dustin check his watch "22 hours?" Lucas nodded. He stood outside your house, and Dustin stood at the front door, standing between him and a happy relationship. "I know, Dustin. I'm here to see y/n." Dustin snorted. "Y/n? She'll be at dnd too?" Lucas rolled his eyes. "No, it's not about dnd, Dustin." Dustin frowned. "Is it about English? I can help you better than she can, shes terrible at writing essays." Lucas shook his head. "No, Dustin, I need-" You arrived behind your brother. "Hey Sinclair. Nice do." He took a breath of relief. "thanks. Can I talk to you." You shared a look with Dustin, before shaking your head. Dustin only rolled his eyes. Lucas found himself in your kitchen, allowing you to grab him a glass of water. "What can I help you with, ole buddy ole pal?" Lucas swallowed. "It's max. I think she's mad at me for joining the team." You frowned. "You think?" He sighed. "Okay, I know. She thinks that I'm going to ditch everyone but I only did it to-" he stopped. Lucas couldn't bring himself to admit it. You sat the glass of water down in front of him. Your shook your head knowingly. "The same thing happened to me. Not with Dustin, really, but...I understand. The best thing you can do, is to let Max know that you're still Lucas. You've told her why your playing, right?" Lucas shrugged. "Well, start there. It's best to be honest. You're a good boyfriend, and I know you love her. Everything will be okay, I promise." You smiled at him, and Lucas returned it. "Will you talk to her? She listens to you." You sighed. "I'll think about it." Lucas made a move to beg. "Fine! Fine, I'll talk to her but no promises." Lucas fist bumped the air. "Alright! Thanks y/n!" You rolled your eyes. "only 17 and yet I feel like I have six kids."

"Will, is everything okay?" Will jumped, before your voice fully registered in his head. "Oh, yeah, I was just..." He was alone, sitting outside your porch. It was a dnd night, so his appearance wasn't odd, but what was odd was the fact that he was outside when the party was inside. "Are you sure?" Will shrugged. You sat down beside him. "You know, being different shouldn't make you feel like you should exclude yourself. Everyone is different. There's nothing wrong with that." Will was silent. You nodded. "You, know, I'm different too." He slowly looked up. "yeah, me, y/n Henderson. And I'm okay with it. You should be too." Will meet your gaze. "do you think other people will-" you snorted. "I don't care about other people. Neither should you. The only person who matters to you, is you." He nodded. "You make it sound easy."

"But why does he lie?" El tucked her hands behind her legs. She sat on your bed watching as you made her a friendship bracelet. "He's scared. People lie when they're scared." El watched you work. "What is he scared of?" You added a green bead to the bracelet. "the truth. If he hasn't talked to you straightout, then there's something he doesn't want you to know." El was silent for a moment. "What do I do?" You paused. "well, if you've tried to talk to him about it and that didn't work, then if I were you, I'd probably..." Breaking up with Mike seemed rather harsh. But it would probably be the most effective. "Break up." El was silent again. "Here you go!" You took the now finished bracelet and slipped it on her wrist, smiling. "What do you think?" El, for the first time in a bit smiled a big tooth grin. "I love it!"

"let me ask you this, maximus, are you happy?" You took a drink of your milkshake. Max copied you, then nodded. "yeah. Until he does something stupid." You laughed. "okay, well, I think that the best thing for you to do, is just wait and see." You folded your hands underneath your chin. "wait and see?" Max have you an incredulous look. "Yes. I mean life is about the unknown and how you respond to the unknown. So just hang in there. If it doesn't work out and he changes or you change then-" you waved your hands. "You've seen. that's all you can do." Max nodded. "Well, well, if it isn't my sis and my y/n." Billy came waltzing up to your table. You rolled your eyes. "Don't you have a bed of a middle aged woman calling you somewhere?" You glared at your work partner, who's smile only seemed to grow from your comment. "No, I figure I could make time for a teenaged woman's bed for tonight." Max's face scrunched up in disgust. "Ew."

Nancy was teasing your hair, getting you all dolled up for winter formal. She was humming, and you were smiling because that girl had hands like a god. "This looks so good!" She smiled, "thank you." You clapped your hands. "So is Jonathan picking you up?" Nancy nodded. "How's that going?" She shrugged. Your smile faultered. "Oh no " she waved you off. "no, no, it's nothing like that it's just. You know. Hard. Sometimes." You cocked your head. Nancy sighed. "Sometimes it just feels like he doesn't listen." You nodded. "youve tried talking to him about this?" She rolled her eyes. "It's kind of heard when he doesn't listen." That was fair. "maybe you should force him to. Make him jealous or something." Nancy paused. "what do you mean?" You smiled, "well..."

Jonathan was watching bitterly from the sidelines as Nancy was dancing with some underclassmen. He shook his head. The nerve of these kids. He and Nancy were literally matching, how could they not tell that the two of them were an item? "Jonathan, what are you doing just standing over here in a corner?" He turned to see you. "hey, y/n." He looked down. "Shouldn't you be over there with. Nancy?" He only shrugged. "She's looks like she's having a good time." You tutted. "I don't see that, I don't see that at all. She looks like she wants to die." Jonathan looked up at Nancy. "I think you should go over there, and get that dude away from her. I mean she is your girl. I can't believe you haven't done it already." He frowned. "But she said yes when he asked her to dance?" You rolled her eyes. "You weren't listening, Jonathan. Nancy's nice so of course she said yes. That was your que to interject. 'no, she was actually going to dance with me.'" he looked at you. "you mean?" You nodded. "Go get your girl you big dork."

Y/n accidentally gives them a free show (they see her naked)

(the kids + Jonathan are excluded for obvious reasons)

Nancy saw you naked once and that one time being the time you were so drunk you couldn't stand. She helped you out of your clothes, and into pajamas. "Thanks Nan." You mumbled, however not letting her get anything done. She grunted as she tried to put pants on your cement like body. "no." One leg. "Problem." The other. Nancy fell into the bed, already exhausted.

Billy and you had worked together for a bit at the pool and in that time, he could never really tell how you felt about him. His charm hadn't really worked on you- he blamed Harrington for that though. He thought the two of you had a little thing going, but after bringing it up to his little goblin- I mean, his little sister, Max, he found that that was simply not true. There was no way you couldn't find him attractive though, so Billy was just plain befuddled. He whistled to himself, checking to make sure that all the showers were empty and ready to be cleaned. The pool had been closed for exactly an hour now, giving the good people at the city pool plenty of time to get there shit gone. It was his job to check everything out and then report back to you, so that you could begin the cleaning processes. The dude showers were empty, along with the lockers. So he began to head up front, when he heard your voice call from the women's showers. "BILLY! BILLY!" this was pre-demodog/spider/mind flayer, so Billy's first thought was that perhaps a man had gotten into the women's showers, so immediately he ran in there, no thoughts just charge. He ran right into you, wrapped up in a towel. This unfortunately caused your towel to drop, and Billy to get a mouth, I mean, eye full. He gasped. "Y/n, if you wanted-" you punched his shoulder, working to get your towel back on. "Billy what the fuck are you doing?" He smiled. "I heard you calling. Sounded like an alarm. I thought something was wrong." Billy gave you a sly look. You put your hands on your hips. "I was trying to tell you that the Shower in stall 2 is clogged. If there was an intruder I would've said, 'intruder!'." He smiled at you. "Next time we should probably coordinate our warning yells." You sighed. The two of you stood there for a while, your cheeks reds and Billy's body hot. Finally, you shoved him. "Shouldn't you be doing something. Get out of here so I can change." Billy gave you one more once over. "Yes ma'am." He turned, and you took a breath, trying to get some self control back. Who runs into the girls bathroom?

It was still warm from the summer, and you sat in Eddie's van, tracing one of his tattoos. "You know, I kind of want one." He raised a brow and smirked, his eyes teasing. "Little miss cheer captain wants a tattoo? Isn't that like sacrilege for you guys or something?" You shrugged. "Not if I get it where they can't see it." Eddie stopped smiling, red dusting his cheeks. "Like uh, your thigh or something?" You stopped and stared at him. "yeah because they totally can't see my thighs in a cheer uniform." You rolled your eyes and stood, Eddie quickly following pursuit. "I think I wanna get something like a D20 surrounded by flames. Or maybe a dice with the number 12 on it, because that's the level I'm on right now. What do you think?" Eddie handed you a joint, allowing you to bring it to your lips. He lit for you, catching your gaze. You took a drag, and blew, hitting him in the face. He smiled. "Hot." You nodded, handing him the joint. "Come with me?" Eddie doesn't think before he responds. He takes you to the place he got his, watching (with permission) as they give you the coolest d12 tattoo ever- right in between your boobs.

You giggled, dragging Robin past the gates of Hawkins city pool. It was 10pm, and you two were most certainly not supposed to be here. However what was the harm in a little late night fun? "Y/n, we're going to get in trouble." Robin said, although her smile made the serverity of her words diminish. "Not if we don't get caught." You laughed, tugging her along. When you made it to the water, you stripped off your shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes. "Come on, come on." You ushered Robin to hurry, only receiving a groan in response. Robin mimicked your actions, and within minutes the two of you were in the pool. "Oh my God, let me show you my dive!" You climbed out, fast walking (don't run) to the diving board. When you got in position you turned to where Robin was, watching you expectantly. "I learned this bad boy in Summer camp." You did your dive and it was fucking awesome. Robin clapped for you, but when you returned to the surface a clothing piece of your had gone missing. Robins face was bright red, and she hurried to grab it for you. You laughed good naturedly. "I know I'd get all tens of judges saw this." Robin shushed you, working like a lightning bolt to put your bra back on. "y/n, I love you, but please never do that in public." You bit your tongue. "Why? Are you the jealous type?"

Steve was actually looking for Dustin. He'd never been in the Henderson household before- at least not upstairs anyway, so him accidentally opening your door to your room instead of your brothers was purely an accident! Okay, so maybe he knew it was your room. He just wanted to see what y/n Henderson was really like. Steve had no clue that you'd be home (considering the fact that Dustin told him you weren't- because he didn't want Steve to try and hangout with you instead.) One second he's opening your door the next he's getting the full view of your curves and the way your silhouette has a halo of light that just glows around each edge of your body. He can't even try to cover up the fact that he's checking you out. Because Steve Harrington is literally getting dry mouth from the way your freshly washed hair sticks to your shoulders. Then, time speeds up because you turn, and when you do, he doesn't turn away fast enough. "Jesus, sorry!" your eyes widened in shock as Steve slams your door shut. "Sorry! I-" you slam it open, now wrapped up in a towel, eyes narrowed and furious. "Steven Harrington what the fuck is your-" You take in his form. A slow smile spreads to your lips.

Y/n in trouble!

You've been targeted by Vecna, and the group are all scared shitless, because if anything happens to you-

Eleven will literally die for you. You've done so much for her, you've protected her, you've stood up for her, and you were literally the first female influence she ever had in her life. When she found out that something had happened to you, and that Vecna was now after you- El lost her shit. Immediately she went to the group- she had been the first to find out.

Not only was she having to deal with shitty bullies and the reoccurring trauma of the number brigade, but now one of the most important people in her life may be killed. She's ready for fight tooth and nail for you.

Mike is worried. You're like a second sister to him, and even though you kind of terrify him- it terrifies him even more that something bad could happen to you. He was also worried because of the way the room completely changed. Everyone just stared at El as if she herself transformed into a Demogorgon.

Dustin hasn't felt fear like this before. Usually, it's always been you saving him, not the other way around. You have a plan for everything. Your his big sis, his best friend, and his partner in crime. The coldness that comes with your absence is being stabbed in the gut. "What do you mean...are you..." that was all the poor kid could get out. No plan, no words, no nothing. He was frozen.

When Lucas started playing basketball for Hawkins you were probably his only supporter. You rallied for him, and he realized that you had probably had a similar thing happen to you, when you became a cheerleader. So, you being in trouble made him mad, pissed actually. "Guys?" He cut through the silence. "We need to get help."

Will liked you a lot. You had been his friend for almost as long as Dustin had, and when Mike ditched dnd, no matter what you were doing you had always made time. While, you weren't Mike, your kindness still made him happy. Not to mention, you were the only person who told him happy birthday. You didn't deserve this. So, he nodded emphatically with Lucas. Then the room turned upside down (no pun intended), and everyone started losing their shit.

El was crying and fighting with Mike, who was so stressed he was turning mean, Dustin was yelling, Lucas was trying to get them to listen, and Will could only stand there, "um..guys..."

Max was ready to kick some ass. She adored you. Especially with how patient you were, how kick ass you were. She had told Lucas more times than she could count that she wanted to be just like you. Probably without all the Cheerleader stuff, though. "Guys, we have to save her!" Max had urged the group, who was practically splittering with your disappearance. They all paused, looking at Max as if they'd just now realized she was there. "Lucas is right, we need help. Come on."

Nancy wasn't sure she heard Dustin right. You? Y/n Henderson? In trouble? Taken by Vecna? She grit her teeth. "How?" The kids in front of her just gave a her a look, fear, sadness, despairation. That's when Nancy knew. She took a deep breath. "Let's get her back."

Jonathan grabbed his car, he and the boys stockpiling flashlights, ropes, music tapes, and all of the essentials. "Don't worry. We're going to get her back."

Steve practically crashed into the Wheeler house. "Where is she?" He was losing his mind. He loved- I mean, he cared about you a lot. "What happened?" He was pacing, hands on his head. "Steve." Nancy, tried to get his attention. "Steve " he kept pacing and mumbling incoherently, so Nancy grabbed him. "Steve!" He paused and she glanced at the kids, watching him. He understood then, nodding. "Alright, alright. Let's do this."

Robin kept wiping away stray tears when she was sure no one was looking. "Alright, so what's the plan?" Robin would be lying if she didn't have a thing for you- it seemed like everyone had a thing for you- but beyond that, you were like a best friend. She had been worried something like this would happen, the feeling of not being able to escape, of being trapped- maybe it had been right. They were never going to be free. "This place is going to Hell."

Erica was just there to mainly keep everyone in line. Of course, your disappearance was scary, but Erica was Erica, and if these bitches wanted to help you, then they would have to bitch up.

Dustin was the one who told Eddie. They needed his skill- a dnd master to help find another dnd master. Eddie at first thought that Dustin was fucking with him. "Yeah, alright sure Henderson-" Steve cut in. "He's not fucking around, Munson. We need your help." Eddie was INTO you, and the idea of some evil fallen wizard now having control of you, caused him to dig his rings into his skin. He remembered when he gave you one, and how surprised he was when your wore it to a game with your cheer outfit on. He swallowed.

Billy had accidentally found out about your disappearance. He had really tried to let go of what happened in the summer previous, but nope. Fucking Hawkins. "Where are you all out to in such a fucking hurry?" He snickered. Steve moved to get into his face, but Max caught him off. She new that Billy had a crush on you. "Y/n's gone."

Billy stopped. "what do you mean, y/n's gone?"

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A/n: hello again, I know this was probably confusing and probably rushed, but I had the idea and had to get it out of my head. Comments and criticism are welcomed! Remember requests are also opened! Happy reading!

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine

[covetedbrother]

most days i’m like “yeah i’m pretty over my ‘sam is me i’m him we are the same and he’s also my bbg my son and my dad’ phase” and then i see one (1) bad take about him and i genuinely get murderous and i’m like “ah. nevermind”

what the fuck has he ever done????

(insane samgirl ramblings under the cut bc i’m losing my fucking mind)

if you’re mad at sam for starting the apocalypse: you’re telling me that if you were dealing with the effects of dying, watching your brother die, addiction, and actively being manipulated by your DEALER and also genuinely operating under the belief that that killing a demon would be a good thing, that you wouldn’t have killed that demon?

this bothers me especially bc sam broke seal 66. because he thought it would prevent the apocalypse. dean broke the first seal. because he tortured ppl in hell!!!!!

leaving for college: imagine getting mad at an 18 year old for leaving to go to stanford on a full ride scholarship. he did that in a “household” where he never lived in the same place for more than 6 months. ever. and his only family members thought it was emasculating to do well in school.

“choosing ruby over dean”: hey. hey. look at me. imagine the person you love most in the world. that you have a toxic codependent relationship with to the point of literally getting murderous if you are separated by more than a room without your choice. you’ve known each other for forever. you’ve killed for him. he’s your brother. you have spent a full year trying to figure out how to save his life. now imagine watching him die knowing he did it to save you. and you can’t get him back. now you are actively suicidal and someone comes along and acts almost just like him and offers you this thing that gives you the power to kill the things that killed him. this person says that you have the power to stop a horrible thing from happening. you believe her. and then your brother comes back from the dead and he’s. different. he doesn’t trust you anymore. and the person who gave you power tells you that it’s because he’s being lied to and manipulated to start the tragedy you are bent on preventing. so you’re hurt and scared and trying to save the world so, just this once, you choose to work with someone other than him.

the shit that happened in s8: again. same scenario as above but now you’ve both killed and died for each other multiple times. you’ve endured over centuries of torture by the devil himself and have just started recovering from the hallucinations that you had of the literal devil torturing you and telling you that you can never feel happy bc this is just another way of torturing you. making you feel happy for a moment only to bring you back and hurt you. then your brother disappears into a pile of black goo in front of you. you have no idea how or why. you do months of research and come up with exactly nothing. life without him isn’t worth living. you’re about to drive your car off a bridge. the car you grew up with him in, the one you both engraved your initials into when you were 8 and 10. with the legos shoved into the vents that you’ve never been able to take out. you’re not paying attention so you hit a dog. shit. he doesn’t deserve to die. not like you. you take him to the vet. his medical bills need to be covered by someone. it can only be you. the vet there treats you like you deserve to live, to be loved. you fall for her. you move in together and adopt the dog you hit. maybe,,,, just maybe,,, you can be happy.

and then your brother comes back. and he’s best friends with a vampire… the vampire’s name sounds like yours.

and your brother is mad at you. then your girlfriend discovers the husband she thought was dead is alive. your brother wanted you to break up with her anyways. you’d do anything for him. always. he doesn’t forgive you. it’s what you deserve.

you take on the trials of hell to try and do something right. it’s actively killing you. every day you wake up and cough lungfuls of blood into the sink. it’s fine. these trials will probably kill you, but it’ll be ok. you’re finally doing something right. the final trial requires you to confess your greatest sins in a church. you spend hours there, and the biggest sin you confess is disobeying your brother. you confess the times you’ve let him down. you’re clean now. you’re ready to die, ready to stop any demon from ever coming to earth again. and your brother calls you an idiot and stops you because he doesn’t want to watch you die. but by now, your body is going to die with or without completing the trials. your brother coerces you into being possessed without your knowledge for a year in order to keep you alive. the thing possessing you kills your friend. your brother blames you for it. it’s fine. he cares. you know he does. he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t care.

it never. ends. THERE ARE FIFTEEN FUCKING SEASONS OF THIS SHIT

ARE YOU MAD AT HIM FOR TRYING TO GET DEAN TO NOT BE AN ALCOHOLIC? TO EAT BETTER?

MAYBE YOU’RE MAD AT HIM FOR THINKING THAT THE PERSON WHO MADE FUN OF YOU FOR DOING WELL IN SCHOOL WOULDNT KNOW WHO VONNEGUT IS?

FOR NOT FALLING TO HIS KNEES AND WORSHIPPING DEAN EVERY TIME HE ENTERS THE ROOM?

are you mad at him for forgiving his father?

maybe you’re mad because dean had bad things happen to him that didn’t happen to sam.

are you mad at the man who got into stanford on a full ride scholarship and was about to get into law school before he dropped out for thinking of himself as smart?

i think they’re mad at him bc he’s not a perfect brother who gives into dean’s codependent tendencies 100% of the time. dean has a codependent personality, and sam has a rebellious streak of independence a mile wide. his rebellion just looked like choosing school over hunting, or studying over weapon training, or reading over sparring. not that he didn’t also do those things, he just also did other things.

#meta #gencest #sam girl #sam winchester #dean crit

[art-of-mathematics]

im feeling very sad.

i had an appointment with the psychotherapist again - and, well, she considers my case not suitable for a group therapy setting - which is the only setting she can offer currently (and in the close/mid future)

I am very frustrated, because it took me about one year to get to getting an appointment with a psychotherapist... she was llterally the only one who replied to my request. and i contacted many others.

i hate having autism and ptsd in this shickshit world. i simply hate it.

i also hate the fact that trauma therapy is also not involving consideration of autism.

i hate that all these damn problems are so intertwined.

i hate the transsexualism as well.

i hate that for getting top surgery one needs to have a psychotherapist. i simply hate that fact the most!

because i already searched for a year, and now, nah. again the same experience was made.

it is more realistic to get that huge amount of money rather than getting access to the insurance-paid surgery.

although i know that in other countries health unsurances dont pay for surgery - I feel frustrated once again.

I had in sight to finally start to solve one major problem of my life (which is getting mastectomy and hysto), but fuck that! better dont have any desire to getting your suffering reduced.

i could be cynical and imagine just chopping it off myself and arghh.. just dying of either sepsis or bleeding out.

if it wasnt so sad it would be funny.

no, like literally. i cant take thag shit anymore

i have enough of that sickshit

i have enough of having to calm myself down once again and telling me the same depressing platitudes of "it might get more bearable anytime"

i simply dread it.

i have enough of using tumblr as outlet because i can only talk with myself about this sickshit.

but there are no other options.

so to speak, I prefer to spill my drama on your dashboard.

im sorry, but damn.

i cant take it.

i just wish it would be more bearable.

i just wish i knew what i do all this for.

i just wish i had a deadline when this nightmare stops to be my daily reality.

if i knew when it ends, it would be eacier to endure... but this way?

im waiting for such uncertain things to happen.

and the more i work for it the less likely it appear to happen.

perhaps. hold on.

perhaps. might there be other ways i have not thought of before?

- -

i wish i could tell myself it will get better because i made and started to execute a realistic plan B.

But currently plan B is only a difficult "hold on, wait"

i am sick of waiting! what for?

if i still wait for something very uncertain i am still in the same situation as now and as in the last 10 years.

what am i doing with my time?

i waste it on thinking about the same unsolvable shit. that is useless. couldnt i rather do something else? and what could i do?

yeah,... i dunno.

and the cycle repeats itself...

i feel nauseaous.

[sexisdisgusting]

Hiii I hope it’s okay if I rant about a male to you but feel free to ignore me if it’s not ^^

So about a year ago I let a male friend live in my tiny, one bedroom apartment with me. He slept in my living room on a mattress I gave him.

He literally trashed my apartment—he left fast food bags, wrappers, cups, dirt, etc. all over my floor; he practically refused to do ANY basic household chores; he brought his other male friends into my home, most of the time without my permission, and played video games loudly in the next room at night while I was trying to sleep.

All I asked of him was $200 a month to help with rent, groceries, & the utility bill. This fucking asshole couldn’t even scrape up that much money when he had absolutely no other financial obligations. I worked full-time, 40 hours a week while he worked 10, sometimes 15 hours a week. And I still had to do all the chores if I didn’t want my apartment looking & smelling like an absolute pigsty 24/7. He was fully able-bodied btw and there was no reason he couldn’t get a full-time job like a big boy or at least do basic chores.

Instead he stayed home, watched TV, and played video games all day long while dirtying up my house, running up my utility bill almost three times as much as it was without him there, and eating all the food I bought with my own money.

Not to mention he litERALLY BROUGHT FUCKING BED BUGS INTO MY HOME MAKING ME HAVE TO THROW AWAY MY ENTIRE BED AND BUY A WHOLE NEW ONE. FUCK.

Thankfully this is the closest I’ll ever get to having a man-child husband as I’m a lesbian, but the experience was more than enough for me. I kicked his ass out but not after enduring his shit for a few months.

I feel so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I am known by most people as a tough, strong-willed woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially men, but somehow I let this male walk all over me bc I cared about him.

And it was easier for me to get rid of him than it likely is for straight/het-partnered women to get rid of their man-child husbands/boyfriends. I feel for them sometimes, I really do. Some of them are dependent on their husbands/boyfriends in more ways than one, but especially financially.

Well, I will never, ever let a male (aside from my cat) live in my home again. FUCK that.

HIII!! yes of COURSE its okay for you to rant to me about a male, i encourage all my followers to rant to me about the shitty males in their lives!

after reading your entire ask all i can say is... holy fucking shit

why are men so repulsive and dirty, i swear to god its like theyre in a constant state of being mentally two years old, they cannot clean up after themselves, take care of themselves and dont give a fuck about anyone else except themselves, NOT EVEN GIVING A SHIT ABOUT THOSE WHO HELP AND CARE FOR THEM!!!!

listen, you have no reason to be ashamed of yourself, if anything it shows that youre a good person, and friend, youre kind and thats a terrific trait to have

unfortunately someone took your kindness for granted, and im proud of you for sticking up for yourself and kicking his dumbass out

i love you so much anon, i hope youre doing okay now !! <3

#asks #anon asks

[walnutcookie]

hello there mister almond sir i just read your Misfortune infodump and i. am intrigued. i would like to hear more pretty please /nf

MISFORTUNE RANT PART 2💥💥 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK BWAAA/GEN ...

part 1 here

so . Unfortunately i am a sucker for fluff and also capchat so that is precisely the ending my fanon gets HXVDKDB

langue comes to visit cappu in her office the day after he saw misfortune again and finds her like half dead with a hangover and theyre like Hey. What the fuck happened. shes a little hesitant because yknow not everyone will believe you when you say theres a giant 10 foot raven inside of you!! but he tells langue EVERYTHING and based on what cappu tells them. They believe her!! they are horrified and greatly disgusted (thhey dont like the thought of a giant bird covered in blood crawling in and out of cappus mouth so they make her swish out his mouth before they kiss him /hj)

but langue is a stubborn fuck. a perfectionist and an overachiever. they are going to fight misery itself just to prove they can. So!! misfortune feeds off of cappuccino being miserable? then they just have to make her life As good and lovely as possible so that he never feels miserable. or at least not enough for it to feed off of her

they manage to convince their parents (who were never very fond of cappu and just saw her as a bad influence for their precious lovely child) to let cappu move in with them temporarily and they quickly start to adore him because Of Course They Do. Langue is going to nag him about every little thing until he Actually Does It so eventually they manage to get him a proper sleep schedule, wean her off of cigarettes, heavily cut her daily coffee intake, and most importantly keep her from being isolated so often. Love wins !

obviously it takes a loong time and misfortune is NOT happy that this little fuck is managing to ignore all of the disasters its causing (falling furniture. fires. shattered windows. anything it can manage to do) and somehow not die from any of it and eventually They succeed ! Cappuccino is actually happy! even though misfortune still tries to make her life a living hell she now has support from langue AND their parents and so shes able to actually push through and recover from his bad luck instead of just having to sit there and endure it (or desperately find ways to escape it)

right now the silly ending is misfortune senses a very very miserable being walking down the street and goes to hide in them instead but it turns out it was ROGUEFORT and misfortune has thousands of year old beef with their sentient cloak goddess (lupine) and it escapes heavily weakened.

it is so itty bitty now. but it has found that movie theaters produce a good amount of misery for it to feed off of and it lives in there now lol. Diversity win! The spirit of misfortune likes popcorn!

this is all just a silly ending though idk if its canon or not . Either way misfortune leaves cappu and finds another victim HXBDKFB

meanwhile cappu is FUCKING DYING!!! It clawed its way out of his chest since it no longer cared if she died or not and had no use for her it just left her to die. Thankfully it was in langues house so he was rushed to a hospital as soon as langue saw her with his chest literally wide open (they frew up) and Cappu Survived!!!!

thats basically it HXVDKF cappu rides in a car while conscious for the first time in years when langues parents drive her home from the hospital and he is an Anxious Mess because of how many accidents hes been in and how its caused her to be absolutely terrified of cars. but langue is there to hold his hand and. um. yeah just kind of hold her hand because they are AWFUL at comforting people. But their parents try to say some comforting things !!! poor thang is trembling

if anyone has any questions i would love to answer :3!! i love this silly raven thang so much

#🎉 rambles

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Okay I just have one thing to say and it’s of course in defense of one of my all time favorite characters Thanatos. Something I’ve noticed is that no one ever checks Hades for verbally abusing his employees and insulting them. I know the same thing happened with him with Minthe and I feel terrible that that had to even happen in the first place but I hate that he can get away with it. In no way am I saying that it was his fault or anything but I am uncomfortable with the way he can get in everyone’s faces and start yelling and screaming insults and degrading them, even doing as much as invading their personal space and grabbing them physically and no one calls him out on it. That’s super annoying to me because his employees do not deserve to go into such a violent and hostile work place all the damn time.

Like honestly can you imagine working under Hades and being scared out of your mind and paranoid that if you do anything slightly wrong he’ll blow up on you? Or imagine trying to publicly speak in front of your peers just for Hades to humiliate and embarrass you in front of everyone who respects you or who gives you respect? Or even if he’s just angry and “stressed” and he gets up in your face and starts putting his hands on you, grabbing your clothes or putting his fingers in your face. Hades is a disgusting boss and I’m tired of hearing from him. His employees do not deserve to endure such abuse every single fucking day they have to come to work, they do not need to worry about the job that they worked so hard for being taken from them because Hades found another emotionally immature and unstable girlfriend, they do not need to worry about all of their accomplishments and hard work being put down and squashed under his feet just because he had a bad day. I don’t care if “he’s better now” because honestly it doesn’t seem like he cares about everything he puts his staff through. These people are people as well, I know they’re not gods or anything but they should be respected too. It’s not just Hades in that damn corporation doing every aspect of the job he has a whole team that he continues to take credit off of and just utterly shit on whenever he can.

Speaking of the damn “that was in the past” or “he’s better now comments” I really hope the people that say that can realize that this man makes people suffer every single day. In the trial he literally made the whole underworld go bankrupt and held the whole realm hostage, without seeing their loved ones or family, and for those saying that was 10 years ago even after Persephone and Hades “fixed” the underworld they didn’t even bother to check if any of their own citizens were okay. Think about it, they could’ve fell asleep anywhere and there could be instances where they would need medical attention, he literally only cared about the interior of the underworld and hasn’t even thought about them yet. He didn’t issue an apology for his immaturity as a king nor has he shown efficient leadership skills, this man has not and will never be caught dead surrounded by his own community. Never have I ever seen him interact with a citizen that wasn’t him abusing his power and threatening them. He doesn’t care about them and he surely hasn’t gotten better now. In order for him to get better and to change he’ll need to actually start apologizing and treating everyone around him who isn’t Persephone like a normal ass person, and even then I’m sure no one would forgive him because of centuries of mistreatment. Hell I wouldn’t, he doesn’t deserve respect nor does he even deserve to be blessed with such efficient citizens and actually because of all of this I’m bringing back my appreciation posts about them because if Hades isn’t going to acknowledge these people I fucking will. Tired of his shit fr.

Anyways that’s the end of the rant, I’m sorry for it being long but I just wanted to say it because it really does irk me how badly he treats people yet no one will even try to talk about it. I don’t even wanna watch this man find happiness and get away with being such a disgusting person, I want to watch the underworld citizens riot or some shit like real justice. But as I always say these rants are meaningless and very all over the place so none of this should be taken as fact or fuel to just randomly attack LO fans because that’ll never be cool and it’s very weird honestly, just don’t do that. If you agree or disagree is both cool with me and I’m down for either I don’t mind.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades #lo thanatos

[weepylucifer]

i try to keep it light n breezy on here, but i think i need to write some shit down somewhere. so here is a dreary little tale

so in august of last year, i had covid. it felt like a two-week-long flu, but then it was over. a year ago FUCKING PRECISELY, the Problems started. i went to multiple doctors, but no one paid me any attention, and i was told not to make a fuss, everyone was having post-covid these days, and it'd all go away by itself. further, in a breathtaking display of shittiness, my dad told me to stop being selfish and burden my mother (who, after all, has actual problems!) and himself with my shit. so i gave up. i tried to go on with my life as if nothing had happened, to get a job and finish college, and hoped that the Problems would indeed go away by themselves.

since then i have sat by and watched my body get weaker and weaker and it scared the shit out of me, but there was literally no one who would listen to me or believe me. i lost what little endurance i started out with until i couldn't make the 10-minute walk to the grocery store without almost passing out. i did faint in the grocery store, actually, and i just went home and told no one bc they would have just told me it was my fault, that if i exercised, or kept a proper sleep schedule, or what the fuck ever, i would be in the bloom of my health. for a year now, randomly, my heartbeat goes weird. i started getting dizzy spells out of nowhere with no apparent cause. i live alone. i was frightened all of the time of the day i'd just not manage to take care of myself anymore. i was convinced that if i asked my friends or boyfriend for help, they'd believe i was lying too. i had no idea what was going on with my body. post-covid can, it looks like right now, manifest any fucking symptom ever, which means it could also be anything else.

because the dizziness was getting so dire i barely dared to leave the house anymore, i decided to try seeing my gp again. this time they discovered i'm so fucking anemic it's like a dracula stole half my blood away. after i was Urged to go to the hospital, i arrived at an ER bursting with people and naturally presumed i'd have to hang around for a couple hours, but after i showed them my blood test results i was absolutely Rushed into observation. i got an iron transfusion and am on several new meds as of last week.

today there was an article in the paper (yeah, my parents still subscribe to the local paper) on the one dude in this area who treats post-covid. it lists every symptom that i have. it also says that apparently somehow covid fucks with whatever it is that makes red blood vessels. this could have been explained to me a year ago. it wasn't. i had to let it get exceedingly bad to be deemed worthy of help. that doctor doesn't even have a solution yet. just "eat beets, take walks, and exercise a bit but not too much". i still took the article and put it in my journal bc it's the first thing i've seen in a year that has validated me.

so here i am. my health is in the toilet. i am an absolute twitching anxious mess. even if everything goes perfectly with the new meds (which it rarely does for anyone, does it) it may take weeks or even months until i get to just feel normal again. i still get dizzy every day. sometimes i have a hard time focusing on reading or writing. i can't work. i can't do anything strenuous for fear of passing out. i'm staying with my parents because i'm not sure, if i went back to my apartment, if i could manage to keep myself alive. i haven't seen my boyfriend in weeks. there are friends i'm not meeting, ladies i'm not going on dates with, parties and other events that i'm missing. every time i have to text someone saying i'm not well enough to go out quite yet, i'm afraid they'll get tired of my shit and stop contacting me. my life is basically on hold until further notice.

and there are still people who have been hit way worse by post-covid than me. i am at least not bedridden, and i still have my sense of smell and taste, and it seems like my symptoms can be improved. i'm not saying this to self-flagellate, i'm saying it because it's ludicrous how callously the whole disease gets treated. people want covid as a whole out of sight and out of mind so that we can all be such productive little cogs in the capitalist machine and act like the pandemic is over. tons of people are still catching it. others will never be the same from the aftereffects of it, and there straight up is no cure for that. like what is fucking wrong with us as a world that we consider that acceptable collateral damage. for what, even? just so that we can continue avoiding taking stock of the current episteme that Does Not fucking work for most of us in the first place? just so that somewhere, for the gratification of someone, line go up? why was it so important for us, a year or so ago, to reestablish this figment of normalcy when, again, what was normal was already not working out?

#posts by me #it's nice that people like me and want me around but every ''when are you coming back? when can we hangout?'' text is stressing me tf out #like idk. soon hopefully. i'm at the ''cautiously trying to run errands for half an hour without fainting'' stage rn #i haven't figured out how to live like this yet. sometimes it seems hardly possible.

[imustbenuts]

Connections

there might be a small connection between Grima, Robin, and Kiran which on its own seems insignificant but is surprisingly strong when examined closer. i'm also going to assume Kiran is the player in this case bc things becomes funky af from that perspective.

how funky?

meta levels of fucking funky.

Robin, Grima, Kiran. in japanese, their names are ルフレ, ギムレー, and エクラ respectively (rufure, gimure, ekura). translating these literally yields Reflet, Gimlé, and Eclat.

Reflet refers to metallic brilliance, such as on an object like metal or ceramics, i.e reflectivity of the surface (i think). it's straight up reflection in french.

Gimlé is said to be a place where the worthy survivors of Ragnarok are foretold to live, the most beautiful place in Asgard, a place more beautiful than the sun.

Eclat. Luster, brilliance, glory etc. The clap of a thunder, something akin to a burst. it's also a french word it seems.

so it can be said that robin is an avatar (a reflection), for both the player and grima depending on which is in control. when grima is in control, the world teeters on the brink of annihilation due to how grima in lore is seen by his cult to be the god of death and ruin. if we're in control instead, we beat grima out of existence either temporarily or permanently, then leaving robin to live their life.

which is fitting if you think of Eclat as something which is transient, and Gimlé as something more enduring.

on the other hand if we talk about norse mythos, Breidablik, (Kiran's divine weapon) is a place said to belong to Baldr. it's the cleanest hall in Asgard. it's weakly linked to Gimlé, but not much can be said otherwise. (unless the whole killing baldr kickstarts ragnarok thing. kind of indirect but... still pretty strong depending on how you look at it.)

additional bonus comes when we take into equation the existence of Mark from Fire Emblem: The Blazing Blade, the avatar of the player in that installment. their name is written as マーク (Mark). robin's children (EN: morgan) are also given the name マーク (Mark/Marc, never confirmed) in japanese sort of as either a joke or a throwback or a meta jab towards the players.

all of this is to say it's all very intentional. and yes, kiran or the player is potentially a divinity.

oh oh and if you think im doing an asspull, there is actually one common factor in all the games mentioned here. i present you this gentleman. Mr. Kouhei Maeda.

gaze upon this madman and quake in awe

notice how in FE echoes shadows of valentia he's listed as special thanks? remember, there is one specific thing that was added to the remake which wasn't present in the og game.

im talking about the post game dungeon, Thebes labyrinth, where u can find grima's creation lore... i'm linking another ramble below posted back in 2018. its more in depth stuff of what grima seems to be.

i am 99% sure he's trying to say something or building something up for the past 10 years!

and STILL there's more to be said about Kris from Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem! which i wont get into too much, but pay attention to how they're portrayed in FEH and in the plegian banner, and suddenly more pieces fall into place. (also: tharja, rhajat, anankos, lyn's reaction, robin's v suspect lines and a lot more i might have missed)

seems like he's given an extremely big role for FEH, having what seems to be the ultimate control over the story of that game. kouhei maeda is a damn mastermind.

the link is strong... once you see it you cant unsee it... thanks for reading...

#fire emblem heroes #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem echoes #fire emblem heroes theory #grima #robin #summoner kiran

[stevengrant-my-beloved]

(he love me) he give me all his money I Part 2 [18+]

Part 1 I Series Masterlist

summary: A brief interaction with a catfish on a sugar daddy website leads to something quite unexpected and suddenly you're on the radar of genius tech billionaire Nathan Bateman, and honestly, you don't mind the attention.

chapter warnings: none (?), light sprinkling of daddy kink (as a joke mostly but...)

a/n: honestly i dont even know where im going with this but here we are

also just a note about the texts in this fic

> Texts like these are from Nathan. [bold and italicized]

> texts like these are from you [italicized]

The next morning finds you laying in bed, eyes wide open as you scroll through the text thread you now had with the CEO of BlueBook.

You're really hot.

That's the text that the Nathan Bateman had sent you the day before, the one you'd opened but still hadn't replied to, and honestly you didn't know what to write back because Nathan fucking Bateman had called you hot.

Thing is, you know that you're hot, you're fucking smoking, you had thousands of pictures on your Instagram to prove it, but you never did get used to compliments, especially when they came from someone like Bateman (a man you'd lowkey been thirsting over for years).

And, fuck, you realize how casually you'd spoken to him yesterday, and a part of you cringes because he's probably just sitting in his huge cabin in the mountains or some shit, gawking at your audacity to not only speak with him like you were old pals but to also seen zone him.

Then there was the issue of the eighteen hundred dollars just sitting in your bank account. Somewhere along the way you'd managed to forget he'd actually sent you money because of a stupid joke in a video.

You open up your mobile banking app, your finger hovering over the send button for a few moments, before hurriedly typing out the necessary info to send back the money you'd received.

Successfully sent.

You sent $1800.00 to Nathan Bateman.

Not even a second later, you get a banner notification from the man himself.

You seen zone me AND you give me back my mon...

And in the panic to put your phone away, you fumble and accidentally click on the notification, which meant Bateman could now see that you'd seen his text.

> You seen zone me AND you give me back my money?

> Were you lying in your Top 10 video? About me being your favorite?

And not even a second later-

> Well?

You imagine him sitting in his swivel chair, in some big office in his cabin in the middle of god knows where, one eyebrow raised up like it usually is in almost all the pictures that have been taken of him. Maybe he's stroking that luscious beard of his as he waits for you to reply, and there's a part of you that wants to ignore him a little more, see what he might do next, but you don't want to risk the possibility of him just not ever talking to you again so you text back.

> i panicked okay?? ur like this rich CEO guy and im just some silly goofy internet person ..

> and bout ur money. that was just a lil joke for the video, please keep your dollars Mr. Bateman

> Fuck off with that Mr. Bateman shit. Call me Nathan

> And, it's my money, I can do what I want with it.

You chew on your bottom lip, typing out words and deleting them, unsure of what to say to him.

> ik you've got enough of it to go around but i really dont know how i feel about just taking your money..

> Think of it as compensation for what you had to endure at the hands of Imposter Bateman.

> i- dude that was a JOKE

> Too bad I'm quite literal-minded.

> Okay in all seriousness, can you go back to how you were yesterday? 

> Just talk to me like you would with any other friend.

> And I'm sending the money back. Treat yourself to something nice.

You've received $1800.00 from Nathan Bateman

"Daddy Bateman sends his regards."

---

Texting Nathan became a regular thing after the initial awkwardness. It was simple stuff at first, short greetings throughout the day, followed by things like 'spent some of that 1800$ u sent on this shitty coffee' with a picture of you holding your coffee cup or 'thoughts?' accompanied by the Imposter Bateman drawing you made one day, basically just a rough sketch of an Among Us astronaut with Nathan's head instead of a visor. He'd always reply, no matter how late he got sometimes (he was a busy man after all, you could understand), even sending back blurry pictures, sometimes of piles of paperwork, sometimes of strings of code on a computer with messages like 'that looks awful i'm suing you for psychological damage' (with regards to the Imposter Bateman sketch) or 'good to know my money's being put to use' and 'let me know if you need more'.

That last kind of text was always followed up with a transfer of money into your account, anywhere between fifty dollars to two thousand, and any attempts you made to return the money were just straight up rejected.

> am i a charity case?

> No.

> so why spend ur money on me when u could be donating?

> First off, I barely send you any money. Second, I do donate, actually.

> 2000$ isnt 'barely any money'

> wait i forgot who i was talking to nvm-

> so why give me money?

> Because I can.

> ugh whatever

> can i post about u? about us being mutuals and u sendin me money n shit

> Sure.

> cool

---

You'd felt a little bad about keeping your followers in the dark about everything that had transpired after you'd posted the sugar daddy video, especially when they'd been so invested in getting Nathan's attention for you, but in the end it didn't matter because once you posted the screenshots of the notification that you'd received when Nathan followed you and when he'd sent you money, your fans had excitedly started tweeting about your 'sugar baby era' and about how you'd gotten Nathan Bateman of all people to follow you first (because yes, you'd made sure to clarify that little detail, which Nathan later confirmed in a tweet).

And since everything was now out in the open, you and Nathan began interacting outside of your Instagram DMs, tweeting at each other about the most random things. You'd even tagged him in a couple of Instagram posts with captions like 'this post was sponsored by @thenathanbateman_official . cause i bought these clothes with his money' or '@thenathanbateman_official can u please text me back im sorry i used ur money to buy new airpods i know better now #bluebookissuperior'

Your fans loved it. It seemed like they lived for every interaction between you and Nathan, and honestly, you lived for them too.

You'd even turned on notifications for the guy! You didn't even do that for the friends you knew in person, although, it didn't really amount to much since Nathan rarely posted anything on his Instagram. It was usually just reposts from different accounts that had mentioned his work, or the occasional post on his stories about life at his secluded cabin.

You'd asked him about it only once.

> where do u actually live tho??

> cause im dying to know

> Can't tell. Last thing I need is the press coming out here.

> i wont tell anyone. pinky swear

That's the first time he'd called you.

"Hey," his low voice sounded through your phone. You could hear a faint buzzing in the background but besides that, it remained quiet for a few seconds.

"It's Nathan."

You swallow the lump that had suddenly formed in your throat. "Uh, hi, yeah, what's up?" you ask, mentally kicking yourself for how awkward you sounded.

"Needed both my hands free to get this job done, so I thought I'd call."

"Yeah, no, that's fine."

"You wanted to know where I lived yeah? Any guesses?"

You hum, like you're deep in thought. "I always thought you might be on a private island or up on a mountain maybe."

Nathan chuckles, and you try not to focus on the way it causes a shiver to run down your spine. "I have better things to spend money on than a private island. And no, I'm not up on a mountain."

"Okay, so where are you then?" you ask, holding back a remark to the comment he'd made about 'having better things to spend money on'.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asks, and you try not to focus on the way your thighs had involuntarily clenched together at the way his voice dropped just a little.

"Yeah, that's why I fucking asked, Bateman," you bite back, hoping he doesn't catch onto how out of breath you sound, because holy fuck, Nathan Bateman was talking to you on the phone and you were pretty sure you were having a mild heart attack or something.

"Relax sweetheart," he says softly, and yup, that definitely made you throb a little in the nether region. "And didn't I tell you not to call me that?"

You try not to focus on the way he calls you sweetheart, either.

You and Nathan ended up talking for hours (2 to be exact), about your work and his, about your next video, about his money that was still in your account, going back and forth trying to argue about what you should and shouldn't spend it on ("Kitten, you absolutely cannot spend my money on anymore Apple Products, I will block you I swear-" he'd said, to which you'd replied "I posted a picture wearing cat ears once, a year ago. Let it go. Also, screw you, it's my money now, I get to buy whatever the fuck I want."), before you eventually said your goodbyes and headed to bed.

You try not to focus on the way your heart is still hammering in your chest even hours after your call with Nathan.

---

"Did I wake you up?" Nathan asks one night, after he'd called you at around 2 a.m. in the morning.

Luckily for him, you'd actually been getting ready to do a late night Twitch stream.

"Nah, I was up. Going live on Twitch in a bit."

"Right, right. Reacting to another bad web series? Or are you gaming this time?"

You pause for a few seconds, still not used to the fact that the Nathan Bateman was so aware of your online presence. Technically, he was aware of everyone's at any given moment, but it still threw you off.

"Gaming," you reply as you check on your cam settings and make sure you have everything set up for the stream.

The calls had become a regular thing too, at some point. Usually you'd text Nathan, and ever since that first phone call, without fail he'd call your phone instead of replying to your text, and that conversation almost always went like this-

"Why the fuck would I put everything aside just to text you, when I can just call you and work at the same time?" he'd say.

You'd scoff and reply with something like "Wow, fuck you too asshole," before the two of you would settle into pleasant conversation about anything and everything under the sun.

This time was just like every other time, except-

"Alright, I need to start the stream soon, so..."

You hear him sigh, before saying, "Yeah, yeah, I'll let you go. Don't stay up too late."

"Yessir. I'll text you later."

"Good girl. Have fun with the stream." And with that, Nathan hung up.

The next few hours had gone by pretty quickly. You'd started the stream, played a couple of hours of some old indie game that your subscribers had been requesting for you to check out, before signing off.

It was only after you had gotten ready for bed at 4 a.m. that Nathan's words had really settled in.

Good girl.

You didn't think that would do it for you, but surprise, surprise, it obviously did, especially because it came from Nathan, and you find yourself tossing and turning in bed with a growing ache deep and low inside you, your skin growing warmer by the second.

"Fuck," you whisper out into the darkness for no one to hear, squeezing your thighs together only to feel how wet you'd gotten and it was honestly a little mortifying how one man's voice coupled with the words 'good girl' had gotten you to this state.

You always had been a sucker for praise, but this was new.

Just as you're about to turn over to sleep on your side (because yes, you're going to ignore the way your underwear is essentially sticking to you from how wet you are), your phone pings with a new notification.

> Make sure you're home tomorrow at around 3 p.m.

> ?

> Just make sure you're at home.

You roll your eyes at your phone (with the biggest smile on your face), before typing out-

> yes daddy

You see Nathan typing for a few seconds, which is a little weird since he's usually quick to send a reply.

> Good girl.

> You should sleep. We can talk later.

> Night.

You stare at your phone, wondering what the fuck happened because Nathan usually isn't one to leave a conversation first, at least not with you. Even if he said you should sleep early, he usually was up and texting you until the sun rose, but apparently not tonight.

Weird.

You don't have much time to dwell on it though, because you get another notification from your mobile banking app.

You've received $2500.00 from Nathan Bateman

"For being a good girl."

#m writes #(he love me) he give me all his money #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman fic #nathan bateman au fic

[flo-nelja]

Somnophilia for kink meme?

Alright, most of my answers are gonna be noncon somnophilia with creeps, I know it doesn't bother you, but warning for everyone else for lots of mentions of sexual assault under cut.

Galehaut/Lancelot (Arthurian legend)

Alright, despite his obsession, Galehaut is not a creep, but there is so much UST in the scene where he spends all the night watching him sleep that IF they got together they'd sure recreate it. It suits Lancelot's hang-ups too.

2. Oscar/Zenigata (Lupin III)

Alright, Oscar IS a creep, and you know what, he totally would. It's the only way I can see it happening, honestly. ^^

3. Knives/Legato (Trigun)

I'm less sure about this one happening, because damn, Legato has self-control, but also, he had to watch him heal for literal years, and he has a twisted sense of sex and autonomy to say the least. Also, I ship it hard, the creepiest the better

4. Asuna/Fueko (The feelings we all must endure)

A consensual version, for once. I'm sure they have tried this, in a way to make agree Fueko's chronic fatigue and Asuna's unending lust. I'm also sure it wasn't satisfying, but it would be interesting.

5. Mac/Beaver (Veronica Mars)

The canon version of it, and damn, was it a creepy betrayal. I used to love the ship, though, and after I still loved it, but very differently.

6. Izzy/Ed (Our flag means death)

I think we talked about it, that I had this creepy bunny of Izzy insisting that it's only for Ed's sake he lets himself be fucked (he lies) and Ed is like, well, you wouldn't mind if I fucked you while you're opium-drugged then, and Izzy not wanting to change his mind, and... I can't believe it's technically consensual. Consent for all the wrong reasons.

7. Scorpius/John

The creepy mad scientist/subject of experiment version. There was noncon surgery. I don't trust Scorpius to be mild about it.

8. Chloe/Kirika (Noir)

Chloe kisses Kirika when she's amenesiac, she sure would kiss her while she's asleep.

9. Lupin/Jigen (Lupin III)

This time I'm sure it was a headcanon we had together. The sharing a bed and Lupin is a freak while he's asleep porn bunny (I won't say plot bunny)

10. Seishirou/Subaru (Tokyo Babylon)

When I was very new in fandom I read a fic with a scene like this, and damn, it marked me.

#meme replies #somnophilia #galehaut x lancelot #izzy x ed #seishirou x subaru #jigen x lupin #oscar x zenigata #scorpius x john #chloe x kirika #knives x legato #asuna x fueko #mac x beaver

[rabbithaver]

this is an extremely stupid, pathetic, selfish vent post. you have been warned.

tws for discussion of the genocide.

i want to help. i want to help so fucking bad, but being disabled means i have no income. i have extremely limited finances; all the money i have, i have gotten from my parents. i don't even have a credit card of my own or access to my own bank account. i've used my mom's paypal for pretty much every single piece of art i've commissioned.

i want to give more. i want to do more. i really do! but im not able to give money… so i should be going to protests. i know that is the right thing to do. hell, its the bare minimum. good people go to protests. good people make themselves heard. good people actually make change. and i want to go to a protest so bad! i really want to help! what Israel is doing is horrific and it should be stopped!

and yet, with my spine and joints, it is impossible for me to stand up for longer than 15-20 mins without going through white hot pain. like, easily a 9 or 10 on the pain scale. hell, that's the main reason i rarely leave my house; it's very difficult for me to go places when i don't know if they will be accessible. i need places to sit down or else i'm in pain… but you're not supposed to sit down at protests

and i know what you're going to say. believe me, i've been saying it to myself every fucking day: i should be forcing myself to push through the pain. good people would push through the pain anyway. what even is a pain scale anyway, when the people of gaza are going through a literal genocide? standing through the pain to make my voice heard… that would be the bare minimum!

there are people on the other side of the world who have lost everything, who are suffering so much more than i could imagine every day. those people need us to make our governments hear us. me sitting here bitching about my pain is making a mockery of the hell those poor people have endured for the last 75 fucking years.

i just… god, its so fucking selfish. i'm so fucking selfish. i should be doing more. good people do more. i should be trying harder. i have been doing some things. i've been doing my daily clicks. i've been calling my representatives. i've been signing petitions. stuff like that. but i've seen the numbers… those are things EVERYBODY can do. its basically meaningless… its not enough.

if there's one thing i've learned from my time on the left, it's that you have to give it all you've got. you HAVE to. if you're not pushing yourself, then you're not helping. "you owe it to the people whose suffering you benefit from."

there's a post i saw on leftbook awhile back. i can't remember the specific wording, but i remember it going something like this:

"signing petitions, calling representatives, all of that is just the bare minimum, and 'just the bare minimum' is pathetic. its not enough. you're just trying to do enough to make yourself feel better for having privilege. if you really wanted to make change, you'd be donating your money and your time. you'd be going out there marching. you'd be going to protests. you would be watching every video of every attack and trying to understand the enemy. you would watch as much footage as you could find in solidarity. you would be studying the history. hell, you would be going out and confronting Zionists in person. you have to put everything you have into this because the people you're trying to help don't get to rest. they don't get to relax. when you 'just take a break,' you're mocking them and everything they've lost. you should be standing in solidarity with everything they've endured. if you're not, you might as well join the Zionists — you're just as bad as they are."

those last two sentences have stuck with me. "you should be standing in solidarity with everything they've endured. if you're not, you might as well join the Zionists — you're just as bad as they are."

just as bad as they are.

there are other people who have worse pain who go anyway, because they know that what Israel is doing is wrong. they're pushing through it because they know that anyone who just stands idly by during a genocide is entirely complicit. i should be doing that. i should be pushing harder. i should be. i should be. i should be. i should be. i should be. if i can't, i might as well kill myself, because at least that'd be better than benefiting from what my disgusting country has been doing. what am i doing instead? i'm posting on my stupid little blog. i'm making these global issues all about me. it's so fucking disgusting. it's inexcusable. it's fucking pathetic.

that post i saw was right. by not doing anything that really matters, im just letting it happen. by not pushing myself, by staying comfortable in my pathetic life, im complicit in what my country is doing. hell, i might as well be helping. it's completely disgusting. it's irredeemable. i'm a selfish, vile, repulsive fucking monster and the world would be better off with one less of those.

"weeh weeeeeh im so sadddd i can't help :(" literally kill yourself, rabbit. you're selfish and vile. you can't even make up for the oxygen you steal from other, better people. this is why so many people have wanted you to die. you're disgusting.

#rabbit.neg #i hate mysef i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i want to fucking die