#saddest fucking scene ever

[happy-emmdings]

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

“And I don’t want to lose you. But you have to let me go.”

“I love you.”

“I love you… It’s ok.”

{close-ups under cut}

#ouat fanart #cs fanart #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #ouat 5x11 #swan song #dark hook #sort of #killian jones death #blood #saddest fucking scene ever #nya draws

[arcenergy]

i miss season of the haunted i loved logging on every tuesday knowing that i was about to witness the most fucking gut wrenching cutscene of my entire life and start sobbing over lore entries then go about my day like nothing happened

#misc #destiny #i had to deafmute while reading some of the lore entries because i would play and then watch the final scenes and i would get weepy #like i dont. cry at media. most media doesnt even really make me feel anything outside of this sucks or this is cool but only 2 video games #have made me cry ever and it was destiny and rdr2 #like damn man you really had to be there and play the entirety of season of the haunted not knowing what Ungodly amount of trauma was gonna #be thrown at your favs next and then read the saddest fucking lore entry about zavala losing his family and then u had to like. Go outside #after that and try to act like a normal person #anyways zavala.

[leek-inherent]

I drew the kids from Dear Evan Hansen as my little ponies! Sometimes I just have to draw ponies. From left to right it’s Evan, Jared, Zoe, Alana, and Connor. 

When I drew the BMC characters as ponies I came up with an au for it but I’m not going to attempt to ponify the plot of Dear Evan Hansen. 

#dear evan hansen #my little pony #evan hansen #jared kleinman #zoe murphy #alana beck #connor murphy #my art #connor dyes his hair brown btw it's naturally blue/purple #also he has a reputation for not being about to control his magic - especially when he's emotional #also he probably said 'you're a pegasus and you fell out of a tree? well that is just the saddest fucking thing I've ever heard' #because evan has wings so I think it adds to the whole falling thing #also picturing evan and zoe flying off after the helping the murphy's scene and leaving jared on the ground #also alana can teleport and enters and exits every scene in a flash of light - she has things to do she's not gonna waste time with travel

[aminta]

better call saul fans be like omg this is the saddest scene ever shown on tv 😫😫😫 and then the scene is just a middle aged woman doing a puzzle

#bcs #op #6b spoilers #and we r fucking right it is still the saddest scene ever!!!

[dawnbreakersgaze]

NOPE

NO

NO THANK YOU

I don't like the way those are lining up AT ALL.

"Broken free of the shackles of natural law"

We've heard/seen Zayne be referenced as "shackled" at least 3 times before at this point. By Raymond, by the 'Narrator' ("remains shackled to time"), and in reference to the Foreseer myth. This makes the 4th. I genuinely hurt every single time the story so heavy handidly reminds me that Zayne really is a dog on a chain. The Foreseer robes even have a LITERAL collar of thorns over the neck of it ffs. It's painful to watch at this point and it breaks my heart.

"Why persuade Zayne? What he really needs is a pair of hands. Ones that can carry out God's mission and allow for God's descent."

Between this, and the one below of-

"At least he has another option. His last one"

I'm torn on which one is referencing Astra. On one hand, Astra really could be a modern made "God". An elevated man of great power, someone Zayne turned to in his 11th hour to try and save MC (though we all know how that turned out, unfortunately). It would seem that Xander Sciences is playing at God, and if we know anything about the sci-fi scene, it's that human experimentation ALWAYS ends up going ~soooo well~ and nothing ever goes wrong there 👀

On the other hand, the "last option" really gets my gut feeling going. My theorist brain is telling me Zayne is gonna go full Warlock pact and make a deal with an entity in exchange for MC's life. Only it's gonna go tits up and be a Fey pact, and because we all know how MC and he end up, clearly Zayne did NOT read the fine print (or more likely, Zayne thought he could out maneuver the rules). Ever since I read the Mt Eternal anecdote and realized the Tower and Mt Eternal are in the same location, I could not shake the feeling that Zayne already has made contact with whatever "Astra" is. Be it a very powerful person, an actual God, or someone else entirely different (like another time traveler, such as Xavier and the backtrackers). We know he's traveling back there multiple times by himself, conducting research of an unknown variety, that only he and Dr. Noah are privy to. I'm just saying if ever there was a cover up for having contact with a supernatural being/aliens/a God, that's a really fucking good one.

Whatever it is, this new lore drop has really really spelled out in big bold letters, that Zayne is thought of as a tool by a LOT of people. Xander Sciences, Astra, even the Dean of the medical academy had a moment there. My poor man even thinks of himself as a tool, one that is meant to save MC (from himself he even says at one point 😭😭😭 like oh my God Zayne stoppppp). He literally considers himself expendable so long as he saves her. Once he's done his job and secured her future, even if that means passing on the ability to save her to someone else, he's fine laying down his life for that.

And that's seriously the saddest part of this whole fucking game imo.

#lnds #love and deepspace #zayne #lads #l&ds #love & deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #lore and theories #i'll revisit this tomorrow but it's 4 am and my brain is buzzing with way too much information #i need to re-read everything 10× to make sure im understanding it all ACK

[pray4byron]

Request: You know that scene from The Show must go on with Charlie and Vaggie singing the reprise of "More Than Anything" On the night before the battle? Well can you do that but with Husk and his s/o with the two either singing or talking about how much has happened but they’ll always stand by each other’s side even if they’re freaking terrified about the outcome of it all and saying the word “I love you” for the first time in the process

ofc i can do that!! this is so cute and husk has my heart so haha

Warnings: Reader basically takes Angel’s place in this, Mentions of Drinking, Mentions of Death, Mentions of War

“More Than Anything”

“I guess you really have changed.” Husk said, giving you a soft smile.

“Hey.. Charlie said we could live tonight however we wanted.” You started, smiling back at him, “So pour me a fresh one, and let’s get to living!”

You watched as Husk crossed over to the other side of the bar to prepare your drink, you let out a dreamily sigh that felt like it was being held in forever.

Husk had only entered your life a few mere months ago, but you don’t think you’ve ever cared for someone so…lovingly.

Truth be told, you didn’t know how far this would go, if he even felt the same, hell, if you both even survived tomorrow. But you didn’t care.

When you were with Husk, it felt like you could be the weirdest, saddest, happiest, angriest, silliest, and most fucked up version of yourself without judgement. And…it was a little strange.

Hell wasn’t the kindest place to you, and neither was your life on Earth, but that didn’t matter.

Husk would be there to put all the broken pieces of your heart back together, sure, they were only binded by mere pieces of figurative glue or tape, but even with the most crappy materials that belonged in a kindergarten classroom, Husk would be able to put it together good as new.

After a short conversation with Husk, you went over to Charlie and hugged her, thanking her for everything the hotel has given you. It looked like she was about to cry right then and there.

While you were at it, you went over to Pentious, thanking him for being one of your closest friends while at the hotel, and wished him good luck in the battle, and good luck winning Cherri’s heart, patting him on the back before you left.

Then… you snuck off. You stood against the wall, feeling tears prick in your eyes, little did you know a certain cat approached you.

“You snuck away.” He stated. “What happened?” He asked, coming over to your side, leaning against the wall.

Neither of you made eye contact, instead you both just stared at the other side of the wall.

“I’m just so scared…” You mumble, your voice cracking, the water works spilling out of your eyes.

You wiped your eyes, trying to stop hiccups from escaping your lips, “What if we lose?”

Husk sighed, bitting his lip, he wasn’t ready to say this, but this could possibly be the last chance he had to do so, “Then at least I’ll die with you by my side.”

Your head whipped around to face him, surely you heard him wrong! “Huh? Wha— What do you mean?”

He took a breath in, turning to his body completely to face you, “I… I know this is sudden, but if I die tomorrow, if you die tomorrow, I need you to know that you made me a better man.” Husk said, looking into your eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“If tomorrow, one of us is gone, you need to know I love you more than anything.” Husk whispered, holding your face in his paws.

Your foreheads connected, feeling eachothers hot breath on your face, and all you could do, is lean in, and kiss the man who made you feel whole again.

#hazbin hotel #mio’s writing ! ☆ #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #fanfiction #x y/n #x you #hazbin hotel husker #husk #husker hazbin hotel #husk x reader #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husker #husker x reader #hazbin husker

[jackmanbj]

happy wife, happy life

summary: your pregnancy mood swings are killing jack, he tried everything to get you happy but everything he tried fails.

requested by a lovely anon!💕

jack had just left the house to go get you some food, you wanted to stay home because this baby was kicking your ass.

jadore went with jack to go get your food so she could get some to.

stinka💕-baby what do you want?

you- i told you, canes.

stinka💕- i know baby, what do you want from canes?

you- oh sorry, can i get a 3 piece please?

stinka💕- of course

you put your phone down and started watching me before you.

not even 10 minutes into the the movie, you in tears, but it was to good to turn off.

jack helped jadore into her seat and placed her food down.

he quickly went to go get you so you can eat.

jack opened the door to seen you crying, eyes still glued to the screen, tissue in one hand and remote in the other.

“baby whats wrong??”

jack made his way over to you and wiped your tears off with his thumb.

“nothing..the movie is so sad though jack..” “baby, lets go eat mmh?” “ok..”

jack helped you up and started helping you make your way down the stairs to jadore and your food.

“whats wrong mommy?”

that made you cry even more, just jadore making sure her mommy was ok made you cry.

jadore noticed you starting to cry once again so she hopped out her set as fast as she could and ran over to hug your leg.

you bet down to pick her up.

“mommys ok sweet girl, lets eat eat?”

“yes!”

you brought jadore back to her seat and your both started eating.

“mm jack this is so good, want some?”

jack walked over a took a huge bit of your food and you just looked at him.

“really jack? i dont even want it anymore.” “baby finish your food!” “no! i dont want it anymore.”

you got up and picked up your phone and started walking back upstairs to watch your movie.

a few minutes later jack walked into the room with the word sorry written on his forehead that looked like it was written by a three year old.

because it was.

“read my forehead babe.”

you looked at his forehead and immediately giggled.

“really? i hope thats washable.”

“it is mamas, now do you forgive me?”

“yes baby boy i forgive you.”

jack had the biggest grin on his face as he walked over to you.

he stood on the side of the bed where you were, arms open.

you quickly got up to hug him.

“jack..”

“yes ma”

“i love you.”

“i love you more baby, more then anything in this fucking world.”

jack leaned down to kiss you and you quickly kissed him back.

jack started rubbing on your stomach, bending down to talk to her and kiss her.

jack planted 3 kisses on you before opening his mouth.

“hi baby, mommy and daddy cant wait to meet you, you’re going to be so spoiled by everybody, i love you so much. you have an amazing mom, sister, and uncles.” jack planted a few more kisses over your stomach before looking up to fine you once again crying.

“babe.”

“im sorry! that was just so sweet!”

jack chuckled and pressed play on your movie.

every once in awhile, sad scenes would come up making you cry but jack would always calm you down.

until the movie ended.

you were right expecting the most happiest ending ever.

but it wasn’t, in fact it was the saddest ending you genuinely ever seen.

and you wouldn’t stop crying, lord knows it was just the baby but jack knew it was hormones and the only way for you to stop crying like this would be for you to go to sleep.

“baby how about you go to sleep.”

you shook your head no then got up and went to the bathroom.

“wheres jadore?”

“taking a nap mamas why?” jack got up and made his way to the doorframe of the bathroom.

“nothing, i was just checking.”

you reached for the shower handle losing your balance but jack was quick to catch you.

“unt unt, mamas go lay down, you can shower later fuck that.”

“jack! i wanna shower now!” “no ‘cause you almost bussed your fucking ass, go to the bedroom.”

jack pointed to the room implying for you to go there.

you simply huffed and rolled your eyes.

at this point, you simply wanted to take your shower and relax, but no.

‘just because i was about to fall doesn’t mean im not capable of taking a fucking shower.’

you thought to yourself as jack finally walked into the bedroom to join you on the bed.

“ma.”

you simply looked at him before pulling out your computer.

jack reached over and took the computer out of your lap and closed it, placing it on his side of the bed.

you quickly pulled on his earlobe.

your nails pressing together slightly as jack whined in pain.

“give me my fucking computer jackman thomas.”

“yes ma’am.”

as soon as you let jack go he reached to grab your computer rubbing his ear in pain.

you took a look at jack to realize he was pouting and rubbing his ear.

“aww come here stinka.”

you pulled jack into your chest as he fake cried.

“jack baby im sorry.”

“you almost killed me!”

“dont you think thats a bit dramatic?”

you moved jack curls out the way exposing that huge forehead and kissed forehead before gently placing them back.

“jack your forehead is huge, i hope sarija doesn’t have a forehead like that, i was so happy when jadore didn’t”

“THATS UNNECESSARY! you know what, i hope they dont have your high. since you know, your 5’5 on a good day.”

jack leaned up to whisper in your ear “its never a good day.”

you push his head off your chest while giggling and jack was full out belly laughing.

“are you finally happy ma? youve been crying all day.”

you quickly pouted.

“im kidding babe.”

jack placed a kiss on your lips and you quickly smiled.

“im going take my shower jack.”

“take it in the morning, lets go to sleep.”

“fine.”

you laid down once again slightly agitated, jack reached over to rub your bump and of course you let him but you let out a angry huff

jack realized you were once again upset but decided to let you sleep and not speak on it.

‘im going to have to deal with this the whole rest of this pregnancy’ jack thought as he kissed your cheek rubbing your belly.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #dad! jack

[anachronistic-falsehood]

ok pause. i just thought about wolfwood's death scenes in both trimax and 98 and i'm crying. what the fuck do you mean he just found a will to keep on living after so long of being willing to die for any bullshit reason and he died anyway. what do you mean trimax ww died next to the man who taught him how to live and love again and vash buried him alone. what do you mean 98 ww died wanting to spend his days with vash ans the girls and vash carried ww's gun around after that and used it in the final fight. what the fuck do you mean. that's the saddest shit i ever heard get said in my life

#trigun #vashwood #sorry im pausing the mcrp posting for a minute to think about trigun. it WILL happen again <3 #like come on. COME ON. #GET THE FUCK BACK HERE NIGHTOW WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS I'M DEVASTATED #listening to my vashwood playlist and i'm going to fucking sob for real why did i put mcr on this thing it's so fucking sad oh my god #tristamp ww you are on the chopping block girlie you are a dead man walking you are carrying your own tombstone #that is so sad to think about. doomed by the narrative so hard he can't escape death in any universe #whiskeys word soup

[c-o-t-o]

Shower Scene (Denji x reader) PART 2

(Part 1 here) (Alternate Aki arc, Part 1 here)

(Part 3 here)

(Part 4 (end) here)

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, blood, pain play, choking, bdsm (some CWs apply to different parts)

Misc: ~2.3k words, Part 2

About: After your shower with Denji gets cut short, you try to find time to tell him how you feel.

*Do not remove info or credit from posts when reblogging or sharing!*

Denji's face hovers just above yours with his hands on the floor on both sides of your head. The realization fully hits you now that you and Denji are both lying naked on the shower floor together and that he's aware now. Your chest rises and falls quickly as your breath quickens. Actually, Denji is so close to you that you can see your breath moving his hair. You remain frozen in his gaze, unsure of what to do now. 

Denji brings his finger up to your chin, gently pulling your face closer to his.

"All those times that you'd say dirty things, thinking I didn't get it…" he drags the back of his fingers across your cheek.

"All those times I'd catch you staring at me…" his fingers glide down along your neck, staring at the bitemarks he left there, almost admiringly.

"Were you thinking of us together all those times? Of us doing things…" his voice trails off as he looks down at your chest. You instinctually move your hands to cover yourself, but in the blink of an eye Denji grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You look away bashfully because you can't look him in the eyes and admit that he was right. 

You see small amounts of blood flowing from your neck down the floor to the shower drain. It makes you wonder if your wetness absolutely pouring out of you would be noticable flowing away from you as well. You want nothing more than to lean up and kiss him, but now that you're in the moment, you freeze. 'Why? Why can I just do it? He's right here, he's so close…'

Denji's mouth slightly drops open at the sight of your boobs, your nipples hard from being out of the water and getting cold. With his free hand he starts moving his hand down towards your chest but stops right above them. He looks back up at you and swallows hard, practically drooling at the prospect of finally getting to squeeze a girl's boobs. You know that Denji's had a few girlfriends, but nothing ever got serious enough for him to cop a feel or sleep with one of them.

Although you still can't bring yourself to look at him, you manage to nod your head up and down. Immediately Denji's face becomes flushed and his mouth opens more in disbelief that you're letting him do this.

He gently cups the side first and lets out a slight gasp at how soft they are. His fingertips seem to melt into them as he tests the suppleness. His thumb slowly drifts over to your nipple which hardened even more at his touch. Not realizing how hard your nipple is, he unintentionally ends up flicking it with his thumb as you let out a moan.

So loud, in fact, that it echoes through the shower.

"---? Denji?" You hear a muffled voice coming from somewhere… 

Suddenly the shower door swings open, Aki standing in the doorway. All he sees is Denji pinning your wrists above your head on the shower floor, him grabbing your boob, and blood seeping from your neck.

"Denji, what the fuck??! Get off her! What did you do?!" Aki grabs Denji's arm pulling him off of you. All you see before they're out the door is Denji reaching out to you with the saddest look on his face.

"Aki, wait, she-!" And in an instant they were out the door, Aki slamming the door shut behind them. You lay there on the shower floor, water still running… face beet red and soaking wet between your thighs. You grab your boob that Denji was just touching and sigh.

"I'm not going to last the night." You say to yourself.

Aki hands you a cup of tea while you and Denji sit at the kotatsu. "You have to imagine what was running through my mind when I opened the door, your blood washing away and Denji pinning you down…" Aki clears his throat and sits down with the two of you. "I didn't realize he was weak and you offered him your blood." He takes a sip of his drink and looks away from you, slightly blushing. "I didn't know I was… interrupting something."

You and Denji both wave your hands out as if to assure Aki nothing was happening, or that it was a misunderstanding. He looks at you, glares at Denji, downs the rest of his drink, then leaves for his room. Power and Meowy are passed out on the couch.

You peek at Denji from the corner of your eye and see him blushing intensely, head resting in his hand looking away. You giggle out loud, thinking about how intense Denji was earlier in the shower and him being shy about it now.

"What." He mutters, still looking away.

"Oh, nothing," your heart races. You've made up your mind that by tonight you'll have made your move. When then time is right. "You're just cute." His head whips around to look at you, but you don't falter. You rest your head in your hand as well and smile, red spreading across your cheeks. Denji seems to be searching for something to say when you place your hand on his knee under the kotatsu blanket, feeling the warmth from him and the heater. He jumps and slightly panics, not knowing what to do with all of this happening out of the blue. And with you being so straightforward for once. Usually the two of you flirt through sarcasm and innuendos. But you coming out and stating he's cute… he doesn't know how to react. 

"So… have you ever imagined it, too?"

"Imagined what?" Denji asks dumbfoundedly.

"Us being naked together?" Your lip curls into a mischievous smile when he starts to panic to come up with a response.

"Have I… what? Hah, no! Well, umm." He looks down, cocks his head to the side, and looks back up at you, raising his eyebrows pleadingly. As if hoping you'd understand without him saying anything.

"Denji, I just gotta ask… did you actually need my blood or were you able to move the whole time? Was this all some kind of ploy or something…?"

" Of course not!" He sits up on his knees to slam his hands on the kotatsu in protest. "I really put my life on the line back there for us. It was a struggle to even stay conscious! Your blood just helped me really quickly is all. So… thank you. I really needed it this time."

"Shuuuuuttt uuppp!!" Power groans, sliding off the couch upside down. "I'm tryin ta sleep here! What are you all doing in my room?!" Denji rolls his eyes.

"You're in the living room, Powe-"

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!“

"SHUT UP POWER! Ughh…" Denji stood up, your hand falling off his knee. "I'm gonna go to bed."

"Wait-" you grab Denji's hand as he starts walking away.

"I'm… I'm sorry if I scared ya before. But thanks again for helping me." Denji mutters. 

"Denji, please… you didn't…" you plead. His hand slips out of yours as he walks off. "I wanted to!" You manage to say. He stops to listen, cocks his head to the side, and goes to his room without looking back. "Fuck." You sigh and fall back on the floor, legs still under the kotatsu. "Did Aki walking in on us ruin it for him?" You whisper to yourself. Disappointed, you get up and go back to your room as well.

Your room sits back to back with Denji's, and all you can think of is if he's thinking of you as well. Thinking of earlier… 

Earlier when he was so delicately licking your neck and caressing your breast. Before you realize, your hand is already down your underwear, fingertips squelching in your wetness. You rub the nipple that Denji had accidentally flicked, pretending it's him doing it again. You sigh out loud. 

Suddenly you hear a muffled moan and realize it's coming through the wall. Denji? Is… is he doing the same thing right now? Your mind races and you decide to go over and talk to him. Clearly he's thinking back on it, too.

You shuffle quietly to his door and tap on it with your nail, as to not wake up Aki or Power.

"Denji!" You try to whisper loudly. With no response you crouch down and try whispering his name towards the bottom of the door, but again, no response. The door is unlocked, so you quietly turn the knob and crack the door open. "Denji?" You say a little louder now. You don't hear him respond but hear his blanket moving and him breathing heavily. You feel your face blush, realizing that he's touching himself. You reach down, remembering the wetness you left collecting in your underwear. You slip in through the door and close it behind you, the metal of the lock clicking and startling him.

"Denji! Denji it's me it's okay" you murmur quietly, but louder now that the door has closed. 

"What the fuck? Why are you in my room? Why didn't you knock?!" He blurted out, obviously scurrying under his blankets trying to make himself decent. 

"I did, I'm sorry… I need to talk to you Denji. It can't wait…" you stand with your back to his door, fiddling your fingers.

Eventually Denji surfaces from his blankets in the darkness and opens the blinds to let the moonlight in. It was just enough to see roughly where you're going.

"Okay… what's so important that you had to come in here while I was jer- why are you here this late?" 

You walk over and sit down on his bed next to him." Denji, I'm not upset with you. Or what happened earlier. I thought maybe you got upset with me because you left the living room so suddenly before."

Denji sighs. You can't make out the expression on his face in the dimness, but you feel his hand suddenly on your knee. 

"I left because I started thinking about it too much. Then with Power being there after Aki walked in on us… it kept getting frustrating. But not because of you. I just couldn't look at you or I'd… I dunno."

You put your hand on Denji's. "I, umm… earlier in the shower… I liked it." You feel Denji's hand pull away, and there's just silence. You look in his direction but hardly see anything. 

The silence goes on longer than you expect, and think that maybe it was a mistake coming in here.

Suddenly you feel Denji's fingers run through the back of your hair, cradling the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to him.

"I liked it more." He says low and seductively. Some of his face comes into the light when it hits you that he's leaning towards you.

This back and forth of uncertainty, feeling each other's breath, your noses touching, not sure if you should move in or wait, makes your heart pound.

Denji finally pulls your head closer to fill the gap and kisses you, hard. So hard, you begin to feel his sharp teeth through the barrage of his lips crashing onto yours desperately. You slide your fingers through his hair when his mouth breaks free from yours to moan.

He pulls you down onto his bed, kissing you again. Your tongues meet at the same time, tasting the recently drunken sweet tea in Denji's mouth. You feel his sharp teeth and shudder as he bites down on your lower lip with them gently, pulling away slowly so that they scrape across it.

His hands move quickly across your back, trying so hard to pull you in as close to him as possible. You feel his hardness against you and nudge your thigh against it. His head falls back as he moans out loud.

"Shhhh!" You clasp your hand over his mouth. "Not so loud, you'll wake them." Denji starts kissing your fingers as they lay over his mouth, kissing up your arm until he reaches your neck.

"Does it hurt?" He breathes onto your bite marks that have scabbed over already.

"No, not anymore." You whisper. He starts kissing and licking your neck, covering your mouth with his hand just as you yourself start moaning without realizing.

"You taste so fucking good" he whispers in your ear, then licks along the shell of it, sending a shiver down through your entire body. Your neck cringes at the sensation.

You haven't even realized that Denji's hands have been softly kneading your boobs over your shirt. You take your shirt off, and he stares at you all mesmerized again. In one swift motion he pulls his shirt off with one hand, throwing his shirt somewhere across the room. You put your hand on his chest, feeling his smooth skin. Hands trailing down, you trace circles around the opening to his chest where the chainsaw pull connects to him. He breathes out harshly, goosebumps popping up all over his skin.

You suddenly feel that Denji has been rocking up against you, rubbing his hard-on against your thigh. It turns you on so much that you swear at this point your wetness has most likely seeped through your underwear and shorts. A wave of desire runs through you as you push Denji onto his back, sitting on top of him. You grab his tie that's hanging nearby and tie his wrists to the frame of the headboard. He looks at you, somewhat shocked.

"Now it's your turn to be the one pinned down." You whisper quietly and seductively. You tighten the knot on his wrists when you say, "You asked me what I've been fantasizing about? Oh, Denji. I'm about to show you."

---------- To be continued ----------

#denji x reader #denji x fem reader #denji x you #chainsaw man #csm smut #denji smut #chainsaw man smut #aki smut #aki hayakawa #power #csm power #makima #fan fiction #fanfic #smut #anime #manga #otsku #weeaboo trash #c-o-t-o

[evermoresversion]

ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙drivers license, conrad fisher.﹚

A/N I just watched the first episode of the second season of The summer I turned pretty and I couldn't help writing this as soon as I saw the scene where Belly is driving with Drivers license in the background.

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Angst, breakup.

SUMMARY The two of you were a seemingly stable couple, plus both were too cute together, but you broke up because of Conrad's decision, just after both talked so excited about you getting your driver's license.

SONG Drivers license by Olivia Rodrigo.

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"And I'll be able to go to your house without having to ask anyone for a ride." You said excited looking at him.

You were both lying on your bed, face to face, your faces inches from each other.

"I'll have my personal driver." he teased looking at you with a smile and you shoved his shoulder in mock indignation.

"You're an idiot." you murmured with a smile and he leaned on his forearm to look at you. His other hand took care of caressing your cheek.

"And you're gorgeous." He sentenced, leaning towards your face so he could kiss you slowly.

But that had been days before you both broke up because he decided it was best to be apart.

Now that was just a memory in your mind while you were driving, already with your driver's license.

That day you were talking about it, he was more excited than you because you got your driver's license.

But today you were driving through the city, and a couple of tears fell from your eyes because he wasn't there with you.

You knew you hadn't been perfect but you'd never felt that way about anyone else.

You couldn't imagine that Conrad could be so well now that you're gone.

You turned on the radio, trying to distract your mind, but Drivers License by Olivia Rodrigo came on your car speakers.

"Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me."

"'Cause you said forever now I drive alone past your street." You sang as you drove down the street to the beach house where Conrad stayed.

It was no secret that all your friends were sick of hearing you talk about Conrad.

But you couldn't help it, and you knew they all didn't know him half as well as you did.

You once found yourself driving through town, imagining you were going home to him.

The days passed and no text message or call from him.

It couldn't be possible for him to be this good without you.

Red lights, stop signs.

You could still see his face in your mind. All the moments spent with him vivid and fresh.

You couldn't go to the places you used to go with him. It was unbearably painful.

Because you still fucking loved him.

Sidewalks that you crossed. You could still hear his voice and the laughter both shared, making you feel the saddest you've ever been.

You knew that both of you had broken up but you couldn't help but think about all of that 'cause you still loved him.

Without realizing it, you found yourself parked outside where he was staying with his family.

Tears stained your cheeks and you squeezed the steering wheel of your car when you realized where you were.

And before you could even think about leaving, you could see on your peripheral that the door to the house opened.

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#val's version #conrad fisher #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher imagines #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher fluff #conrad fisher angst #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty fanfic #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #evermoresversion

[pinazee]

Weekend warriors is one of my fave episodes for a multitude of reasons

The way Shawn flirts with Sally Reynolds at the briefing was fantastic. Shes such a memorable one off character and she doesn’t really do much. I credit that to Clair Coffee and her dazzling smile.

One of the best moments of Shawn showing just how amazing his memory is, and the little montage was wonderfully set up. But Gus really shouldn’t be surprised by now. Out of everyone (except maybe his dad) he should be the least amazed by his gifts.

It has my favorite most stupidest joke i still laugh at to this day actually ive been promoted. Its Captain Crunch now.

I have a deep appreciation of this show for never shying away from the fact that Gus is black. It seems like a lot of 00’s shows simply avoided the topic altogether (if they even had a black main). Starting from the pilot when gus placed his hands on the dash when the cop pulled them over. It goes to show how important it is to collaborate with your actors, particularly if your writing room demographics don’t correlate with your acting talent.

The fuck are you talking about henry. It took him 4 months after he was born to smile at you and thats when you acknowledge him??? I mean, i think they both know thats crap, but still lol

Solid Juliet moment. I love that they showed she was scared, but was brave enough to continue. Too many shows try to do feminism by making their female characters not feel fear for some reason? Or like, they’re kind of crazy and seek it out. Idk. Its nice that shes allowed to be afraid and vulnerable. It makes her feel like a real person.

THIS!

That end scene is the saddest fucking thing ive ever seen, and might be the most heartbreaking little shawn moment in the series. Im going to word for word this because i need ppl to share in my awwws

Shawn: Gus, when we grow up, think ill ever be as cool as you?

Gus: You’re better at kickball

Shawn: Not what I asked

Gus: We talking about your dad again?

Shawn: mm-hmm

Gus: Come on dude, the guy respects you

Shawn: Not like he does you

Gus: I’m not his son. I mean, he might like me okay, but he loves you

Shawn: Did he say that?

Gus: No.

Shawn: Well then how can you be sure?

Gus: You mean he’s never said it?

Shawn: Come on Gus, we’re guys.

SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE but i’m going to do that in my henry analysis ep. Theres just too much to say.

#im really trying not to let these get too long #but i love this ep so it was a special occasion #im just waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk about henry #but im definitely keeping tabs on all the fucked up shit hes doing or teaching him haha #psych #psych rewatch #shawn spencer #james roday rodriguez #james roday #burton guster #dulé hill #dule hill #shawn and gus #juliet o'hara #maggie lawson #psych usa #psych tv

[pusangkambing]

Scene where dapper greets bad home with apology brownies after dying l

Im literally gonna keel over dude this is the saddest fucking thing ever

#bad is genuinely crying i am so devastated ajdjaeiwkwkw #qsmp #badboyhalo #qsmp dapper

[many-gay-magpies]

one thing in good omens that i did not fully pick up on in the show and was instead made to realize upon reading the book is that it is not crowley that loves queen and has an unholy amount of queen CDs/tapes and literally only ever plays queen music. it is The Car. the car is sentient and turns every fucking thing put in it into queen. that car fucking loves queen. i think genuinely one of the saddest scenes in the book is when zira and crowley steal a jeep and drive it back to london and the cassette they put in doesn't turn into queen.

#magpie thoughts #good omens #good omens book #i will also say (and i mean this 100% light-heartedly; i adore both in different ways) that she show gave zira and crowley an amount of #-dignity that they absolutelu did not possess in the book #in the show after everything goes down at tadfield air base they sit and drink wine at a bus stop then ride the bus to london. #well in the book they literally sit in the fucking grass ON THE AIR BASE and drink wine and then steal a jeep to drive home.

[see-arcane]

Yes Hirano's super weird with the "vampirism happens only with virgins" rule when it's decidedly not a thing in Dracula's vampirism lore. (Though not as weird as what he did to Mina, who deserves to crawl back to life and murder everyone in the whole manga for it)

True on both points.

Unfortunately, you've activated a mental trap card and now I'm about to explode into a barely-related tangent. Please stand by for hazy Hellsing spoilers to anyone who wants to look away.

The saddest thing about Hellsing is that it's one of the least headache-inducing Dracula-adjacent pieces of media I can think of.

Even with how Hirano draws Seras Victoria and That Scene with Rip Van Winkle. Even with his ~creative~ take on Vlad the Impaler. Even with what he retroactively does to Mina's remains. Even with Abraham van Helsing once again getting shoved through the No Really Honest for Real He was a Super Cool Occult Magic Man who was Definitely Solely Responsible for Taking Dracula Down!!1! filter (with Jonathan and Mina getting a whole single panel together, ooh, aah). Even with the nitpick of turning Helsing into Hellsing just because of the Edgy+ factor.

Even with all of that, I can still genuinely say I enjoy it.

First, because Alucard and company are there to kill Nazis and generally monstrous people who signed up to get superpowers to be even bigger monsters. I love seeing them get supernaturally woodchipper'd. Never disappoints.

Second, because Alucard/Dracula is--and this is vital--still a bastard. One who, via the lens of how the Hel(l)sing family did their murky magical experiments on him, got juiced up into the Mega Shounen Horror Ultrabadass version of himself...and promptly got put on a magic leash so that he could only bare his teeth at the command of his human Hel(l)sing master. And for decades, pre-Integra, he was left to wither and rot in a windowless cell. Waiting to be dusted off.

It's a unique psychological place to force the asshole into. It doesn't make him a good guy, but I'd say it makes him a better character. One who pushes the limits of how much of a monster he can be without breaking the tethers on him and his power. Even when the inevitable Count Fuckula ooh~ sexy sexypire~ glaze gets applied with his interactions with Integra, it's still shown how fucking aggravating and uninvited he is with it. How much he uses it as just another nettle. Just as he once used an admittedly classier/classic gothic predatory menace on Jonathan, Lucy, and Mina in the novel.

When the big climax comes and he gets to flex all of his bloated powers, he's reached an internal growth point where he, at the very least, takes a moment to acknowledge Integra and Seras as worthy of respect rather than just irritating or deriding them respectively.

As an aside, despite her obvious Fanservice Girl position, I do have to grudgingly give Hirano points for how he portrays Seras Victoria's position with Alucard. This is the first (and I think only!) time I've ever seen a Dracula turn some voluptuous babe and then...not make advances on her. Before or after. He turned her to save her life after shooting through her to kill the vampire at her back. If anything, this is the first time we see any form of Dracula take a non-sexual, strangely paternal approach to the assumed vampire bride of a story.

And then there's the matter of Alexander Anderson. He and the Iscariot organization are absolutely bristling with what-the-fuckery and religion-aesthetic weirdness I don't have the skill to untangle. But the set up between Anderson and Alucard at the climax by itself is an interesting thing for how it shows a kind of logical (by manga standards) extreme of Dracula looking peaceful in the novel's climax; how he died and turned to dust with serenity. He welcomed it.

Alucard/Dracula, for all his glee at being a sadistic overpowered monster, welcomes Anderson's attempt to kill him while the man is still human. He's eager to be slain by a righteous mortal hand--perhaps he always had been since that Transylvanian sunset when he was left paralyzed, but not put down. Just turned into an experiment and an attack dog for the century and change to come. And when Anderson resorts to inhumanity, to becoming a horror like him rather than remaining the human hero who rightfully slays the monster, it makes him livid. Heartbroken.

There's just a lot to pick apart with this version of Dracula that I find worth sitting through the nonsense for. He isn't watered down into a cartoon. He isn't turned into a wink-at-the-camera Casanova. He isn't ~doing it all for love~. He's still fucking Dracula. But a Dracula who's been dragged by the hair through an intriguing rock tumbler of a history and forced to play with a cast of characters that makes me want to see what happens next rather than roll my eyes at yet another cookie cutter DRACULA WAS SO AWESOME-COOL AND THE REAL ANTIHERO ALL ALONG AND ALL THE GIRLS WANTED HIM AND THE HUMAN HEROES WERE ACTUALLY ALL LAME OR SECRETLY EVIL narrative.

It's a bloodstained bullet-riddled eldritch undead fever dream.

All that and it has a Dracula who eats Nazis.

I'll take that shit and Crispin Freeman's velvet voice acting in a heartbeat over 90% of Dracula media that's been squatted out over the past 126 years.

#at this point I'm going dust off the manga collection for a reread #hellsing #mina harker #dracula #alucard

[eisforeidolon]

Question: I was just wondering what sticks out to you, like straight away, of those final days of filming?

Jared: So much. I remember vividly - so we, it was, COVID had just kind of, I don't want to say ended, I guess it's still - I've had it four times now, so? The gift that keeps on giving. But I remember the two weeks we had to spend in quarantine. Coming from America into Canada, we had to stay in our places for two weeks. And so some of the crew who had been up to quarantine would come leave, like, care packages, you know? They'd be like, shoot a text, hey, here's some food or some vitamins or some Gatorade or something outside your door. And so open it up and do that. And then he and I and Rob Benedict and Jake Abel would text each other. I remember our Zoom conversations with each other -

Jensen: Yeah, we had party Zooms. Party Zooms.

Jared: We had, like, party Zooms. Yeah, yeah.

Jensen: Lockdown. Yeah.

Jared: And then every day I also remember very vividly - I mean, the bridge, the barn [hurk noise]. I remember when they told me - I remember shooting the last scene in the Men of Letters bunker and when they were like, yeah, we start breaking it down tomorrow. And so standing there [gestures down face like tears falling, makes sad noise]. You think y'all cried during the barn scene, you should have seen me in the bunker when they were gonna tear it down. I was like, trying to grab shit? And now I have, like - I did. So [chuckles] there were a lot of real books in there, a lot of which I took. And then there were fake book fillers that I use as bookends. And then there was stuff that I've seen for the last three years and been like, what am I gonna ever do with this? Maybe I'll auction it for charity.

Jensen: Did I ever tell you what I grabbed? So in the bunker there, there's the two library tables that we sat around all the time. I didn't take a table but -

Jared: [mimes carrying a table off over his shoulder]

Jensen: But one of the tables had some initials carved into it. And I asked them, like, what's gonna happen to this table. And they're like, nothing, we're gonna probably break it down and scrap it. And I was like, will you cut [draws] that out? So I have this [demonstrates size with hands] like that big that's got all of our initials carved in it. So I have that collecting dust somewhere.

Jared: Thank you, good to see you. Alright, Ackles.

[Jensen continues briefly retelling how they were sad/deflated that they had to say their goodbyes during COVID when everybody was wearing masks and divided into pods with restrictions on interaction]

Jared: This is the saddest morning of all time. Can we get a happy question? Pick a fucking happy question.

#honcon 2023 #j2 gold panel

[formulafootball66]

Delicate was soo good!!!

If you are considering writing smut again can you write some locker room smut with Neymar. Where its a bad result and you are his friend going to console him. You had a crush on him but didn't think he noticed, but he did and brought it up in the heat of the moment.

"Don't pretend to be all innocent and supportive now,only two minutes ago you were looking at me like a whore"

a/n: thank you for the insane reaction on delicate, and thank you for this amazing request, I really enjoyed writing it. pairing: neymar jr x reader warning: language, smut, degrading, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!) wordcount: 2000 summary: you got caught staring at the hot footballer, by himself, and now you have to deal with the confrontation, which leads to a steamy scene in the locker room.

You don’t know where it went wrong.

The other minute PSG was still winning, leading 2-0 and now they’re being crushed by their opponents. The Parisian team surely looked upset. From your seat in the VIP area, you could see a lot of their faces, filled with joy only seconds ago, upstaged by the comeback of the other team.

When you saw your best friend, Neymar, you couldn’t stop your eyes from lingering a little too long on his body. You couldn’t help staring at his toned arms and muscular legs. You had seen him shirtless countless times, so you couldn’t help thinking about his abs. The thought of his six-pack also made you think about his v-line, which was every girl's dream.

This crush on your best friend was the saddest thing ever. You weren’t supposed to think about him in this way. But still, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You were supposed to be there for him, trying to support him from your seat in the stadium. You weren’t supposed to think about his delicious v-line.

But you really couldn’t help thinking about him. Imagening him making you feel so good, you knew he would. You had heard girls screaming his name when you crashed over after a party. You never knew why you chose to stay, but you guessed it was just to remind yourself that you’ll never have him.

You knew this wasn’t the time to torture yourself with the thought of that, so you focus on the game. The score was now 2-4 for the enemy. They were never coming back in the 2 minutes that were left. You had a little bit of hope when PSG earned a penalty, but they missed. In the injury time nothing happened either, the other team kept the ball in their possession, making sure not to give Paris Saint Germain another opportunity.

So they lost. When you heard the end whistle, you knew you would meet with a very grumpy Neymar after he changed. Shit, you two were supposed to grab dinner, guess that is not going to be fun. He walks off the field. In a matter of minutes later, you get a text from him.

neymar Meet me in locker room 02

The spare locker room? What does he want to do there? But you decided not to question him, deciding to be a good friend and just be there for him. You went to the locker room and made your way through the security. That wasn’t hard since they were familiar with you. You quickly found the place and were greeted by a shirtless Neymar, his back facing you.

You admired his back muscles before he turned to you. You walk over to him and tried to comfort him.

“Hey,” you greeted him. “You did good! It was not your fault you lost!”

You tried to comfort him, seeing his saddened eyes and the slight pout of his mouth. He shakes off the hand you rested on his shoulder out of habit.

“Did you think I’d fall for your act?” He asked and all of a sudden he didn’t look dissatisfied with his loss today anymore. He looked rather upset, maybe even angry. He came closer to you, now you’re able to feel his breath on your skin. Your back touched the lockers behind you, and the feeling of the cold steel through your clothing makes you shiver.

You tried to answer but failed. You looked up at him, eyes wide open.

“Fucking answer me!” He yelled out. Out of reflex, you wanted to take a step back, but you couldn’t. Now you were fully pressed against the locker.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He lets out a dark chuckle. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

He comes closer again, now bringing his mouth to your ear. “Don’t you?”

You were stunned, your heart was beating fast because of the closeness of his body. Your breathing became rigged. “I don’t,” you say and your words shake. You felt clueless, not knowing what you did to him. You certainly knew what he did to you; you felt slightly turned on by feeling his heavy breathing in your neck and his body so close.

“Don’t act all innocent with me now, only 5 minutes ago you were looking at me like a fucking whore,” he said, his words shocking you. “Cause that is what you are, huh? You just want me so fucking bad, don’t you? Saw it on the field today, you couldn’t stop eyeing me, bêbe.”

You were stunned. Oh God, he knew. He noticed your longing glares, your stolen stares, and the way you kept looking at him.

“Is that what you want, anjo? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?” he said.

You couldn’t answer, was this real? Did he really ask you that? Fuck, where your fantasies about to come true? The million times you imagined it happen, you never imagined it in this setting. So sudden.

“Yes,” you let out shakenly. “Please.”

He let out a groan. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl. You’re going to let me take you right here, right now?”

You nodded. This was all the confirmation he needed. His hand kept your jaw and his other hand found his way to your ass skillfully. He brought his face close to yours and kissed you. His plumb lips felt so right on yours. But you both wanted more, so he softly bit your lip, asking you to open your mouth. You let him access your mouth and your tongues found their rhythm.

This was still not enough. Hungry mouths devouring each other was indeed not enough. Your body needed him, craved him even. Your hands tangle in his hair and you wrap your legs around him. This action caused him to move both his hands to your ass, squeezing it hard. You let out of soft moan due to his sudden touch.

After kissing for such a long while, you were out of breath. “Fuck, anjo, your little mouth drives me insane.”

You couldn’t bring out any words, almost feeling dumb and drunk by his passionate kiss. Instead of answering, you took off your football jersey with his name on it. You also got rid of your short mini skirt, which had ridden up due to his touch. Now you were standing in front of him, almost naked. Normally, with any other guy, you felt insecure. But with Neymar it was different. His dark, lust-filled eyes, were making you feel sexy and confident. The pure look of hunger on him made you feel better in your skin.

“Shit should’ve caught you looking way earlier. Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He got rid of his shirt too and stood in front of you with only his shorts on.

“Please, Neymar. Touch me. Fuck me.” You begged. You needed to feel him. The desire you felt, was new for you. Sure, you’ve been with other guys, but they never made you need them so badly. Never had made you so wet.

“So desperate for me. Such a slut, but just for me, huh?” He said while unclasping your bra and kissing down from your neck to your breasts. While one hand was fiddling with your left nipple, his mouth was working on your other boob.

You let out a low moan, not wanting anyone in a different room to hear. “Yes, only for you! Fuck Neymar, I need you.”

He chuckled again, and you whined when your nipple lost contact with his mouth. “Where do you need me, anjo? Tell me.”

Fuck it, if he wanted you to beg for it, you were going to beg for it. “Need you inside of me. So bad. Please.”

He could see that you were getting desperate, and cupped your pussy through your panties. He let out a strangled groan when he could feel that you were soaking. “Fuck, you really do. What do you want inside of you? My fingers maybe?”

“No! Please, your cock. I need you, Ney,” but when his name rolled off your tongue, it sounded more like a moan. You couldn’t help yourself from moaning because he touched your clit through your panties. “I wanted to take it slow with you, anjo. But you’re just so desperate for it, that I just might have to fuck the slut out of you.”

You nodded and let out another please. You were incredibly turned on and needy for him. But you knew he wanted it just as bad as you. You saw through his façade of dominance, trying to tease you into giving in. You didn’t want to play this game. Not now.

He walked to the bench in the middle of the room, laying you down. He took off your panties after searching for your permission and when you granted him that, he wasted no time. “You look so pretty like that, all spread out for me.”

He got tossed his shorts away somewhere and took off his boxers. His now visible erection stood up, and from the pre cum dripping off the tip, he was just as ready as you were. He got on top, caressing your body, showering it with affection and kisses. Touching you everywhere, but where you wanted him. After he planted a trail of kisses from your jaw to your stomach, you had enough.

“Neymar, please.”

“Alright, anjo. Will give you what you want.” He let out, his voice slightly shaking from the intense adrenaline. He aligned himself with your entrance and moved his tip teasingly over your folds. You moaned out, louder than you were supposed to.

Then he finally entered you, not fully yet, giving you time to adjust. You moan out at the feeling of him stretching you out. He moved his hips so he was fully inside of you. You had never felt so full, your walls squeezing him.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groaned, holding himself back from not slamming into you hard. He knew you were still adjusting. Neymar looked at you, trying to find your consent before he moved. You signaled to him that he could. He pulled out and when he entered you again you both let out a moan. The pleasure he was giving you was surreal.

He starts building his pace, finding a good rhythm. You were a moaning mess from him, gasping every time he entered you. Your nails were digging into his back, the pain only making him thrust harder. His hand found its way to your clit, rubbing circles in the same rhythm.

The pleasure you felt was more than what you ever felt before. Every sense of you was focused on him. The way he made you feel was the only thing on your mind. The pressure on your clit and him hitting the right spot with every thrust made you quickly build up an orgasm.

“Almost there,” you said, not being able to talk. It wasn’t necessary for you to tell him this, he could already tell by the way your walls were squeezing him, tighter than before. Your words did make him thrust harder, giving you more.

You felt your orgasm approaching and dug your nails into his back harder. He groaned out. You felt his pace getting sloppier too, chasing both your highs. “Come on, anjo. Give it to me,” he said, and that was all you needed to hear to finish. The orgasm rocked through your body and left you daze for a bit. He came quickly after you and when he pulled out for the last time, you couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact.

“Fuck, you were such a good girl.” He praised you, and your heart fluttered. You looked at him, now sitting straight on the bench, not able to stand up yet. You were wondering where this would lead you two. There was no way things would ever go back to the way they were.

“Should’ve called you out for looking way earlier,” he said with a smile.

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